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Sunday, February 14, 2016

Blog Hop - Cupid's Broken Arrow - Ch 7

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Chapter 7

A wide smile split Apollo’s face as he reclined on a large pile of multi-colored pillows and rugs. “Eros. Bacchus. What took you so long?”
Eros stormed over to the God of Medicine and Music, ready to fight to the death. “What did you do to me?”
Only what you’ve deserved for a long time, Cupid.”
You’re still upset about that?” Bacchus mocked. “Dude, get a life. It’s one girl.”
Jumping to his feet, Apollo stood nose to nose with him. “She was my one girl.”
Seeing the pain in Apollo’s eyes, an overwhelming sadness filled Eros’ heart.
What have I done?
On the journey here, it occurred to Eros his problems began right after the festival, but that made no sense. He’d attended the festival for millennia and never a penis problem one.
Why now? He replayed the scene in his head.
The image of Tessa hiding behind the tree. Her thin chemise barely covering her luscious curves. The fire in the night threw its flames high and wide, lighting up the night time and outlining her body. He watched her as she peeked at the orgy in front of them and simply couldn’t help himself.
Even now, his mouth watered at the idea of her luscious curves, the way she tasted, the feel of her skin.
I can see from that confused look on your face, Cupid, that you’re still trying to figure this entire thing out.” Apollo smirked.
Quit calling me Cupid,” Eros growled as his head pounded with ideas.
Why now? Why this festival? All I did was fuck Tessa against that tree…oh no.
Eros’ eyebrows slammed into his hairline. “Daphne.”
Daphne,” Apollo whispered her name.
For too many years, Eros had attended the festival in pursuit of pussy, but he always avoided that part of the forest for good reason. There stood a very specific tree.
A laurel tree.
The very tree that was once Daphne, Apollo’s love.
The woman Eros shot with a leaded arrow to make sure she never fell in love with the God of Medicine and Music, right after he shot Apollo with a golden arrow to guarantee he’d love her for eternity.
Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it, Cupid?” Apollo tossed back a goblet of wine.
Eros’ own arrogance angered him. How he let Apollo get under his skin so long ago still rubbed him the wrong way. Apollo’s taunting had pushed Eros to hurt not only him, but the beautiful nymph Daphne, who’d done nothing more than be quite beautiful.
The bastard has probably been waiting millennia to fuck with me.
The image of the tree still haunted him. The way the trunk resembled the nymph’s body as she danced. The branches outstretched like arms as her head leaned back in ecstasy.
His mother warned him that gods don’t take defeat lightly and some, like Apollo, were extremely patient and could wait out their adversaries until the perfect time to instill their plan.
But how did Apollo do this? It didn’t matter. He promised he’d help Tessa and he needed Apollo to do it.
Yanking at the crotch of his pants, he tried to adjust so he felt some sense of release, but to no avail.
Problems?” Apollo laughed.
He growled. “Damn you, Apollo. Fix it.”
Fix what?”
Standing with his feet wide, Eros pointed to his penis. “You know fucking well what.”
The corner of Apollo’s mouth twitched. “Your dick? Sorry, not in the dick fixing mood today.”
Bacchus’ head fell back as his rich laughter was probably heard all the way down to Earth. He filled a large chalice with wine and sat down in an oversized chair near the fire.
Lunging forward, Eros’ hands reached for Apollo’s throat. Right before Eros made contact, Apollo disappeared and ended up on the opposite side of the room where the muses busied themselves. “Choking me won’t accomplish anything. I’m immortal, remember?”
Sure it will. I’ll feel better.” Storming across the temple, the slap of Eros’ shoes on marble echoed throughout. “Fix it!”
Evaporating again, Apollo stood near the pyre. His arms locked across his chest as the flames danced behind him. “I can do this all night and from what I’ve heard, you can’t or you can’t do much. The juice from the laurel fruit can be quite toxic. Causes all sorts of problems.”
You’re a piece of shit.”
A horrible thought stopped him in his tracks. “Did you tell anyone about this?”
A scowl replaced Apollo’s mischievous smirk. “I told you a long time ago to leave the heavy lifting to us full gods and you could go around shooting your arrows any which way you wanted when it came to love and passion.” Smoothing down his thick robes, Apollo picked a few grapes from the silver bowl to his left. “But you didn’t want to listen so I’m making you listen.”
To be fair, gods or demi-gods aren’t good at listening to anybody.” Bacchus drummed his fingers on the armrest of the chair as a buxom muse sauntered by. His eyes raked across her body.
She giggled, crooked her finger and gave him a wink before disappearing around the corner.
Without a word, Bacchus followed.
Seeing his one ally leave, Eros’ temerity faltered slightly. Without Bacchus’ full backup, he might not be able to hold his own.
Sitting on his throne, Apollo’s Cheshire cat grin further unnerved Eros. “Well, well. How the tables are turned.”
You’re enjoying this a little too much, Apollo.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Payback’s a bitch.”
Fuck off.” The amount of pride Eros had to swallow to walk into his adversary’s temple was almost too much to take. If his cock didn’t ache so damned much from missing Tessa’s perfect touch, Eros would have never considered being here at all.
But he needed Apollo’s help because he needed her.
Not needed. Wanted Tessa desperately.
She was his addiction. His muse. His life.
Word has it that a lovely little thing has you so wrapped, you’re having trouble in the bedroom. That your arrows have gone out of control.”
Eros clenched his jaw so tightly, he could have easily cracked a tooth. “Is that what you were hoping for? Me having no control over what I do?”
Something like that, but seeing the madness that your misfiring has caused is better than anything I’ve seen in a long time.” Waving his hand over the fire, the bird’s eye view of the madness popped up. “Interesting. There’s two, no three men and two women…wow, she’s quite the contortionist.”
Fix it.”
And why should I? You took my love and I took your ability to control love.”

For thousands of years, Eros had built a world out of controlling love, lust, and like. If Apollo permanently took that away from him, Eros would have no purpose. He would waste away into nothing and the Earth he’d watched over would fall into complete chaos.
But I can’t have people going around humping all the time. They’ll become so obsessed with that, they won’t do anything else and I can’t have them stop their need for me.” Apollo snapped his fingers and instantaneously, Eros felt the angst and stress of the need for release evaporate.
He rolled his shoulders from side to side as the muscles in his neck and back relaxed. “Damn, that feels great.”
With a whoosh, his quiver, bow, and arrows shot in through the open doors. They assembled and hovered in front of him. Eros grabbed and held them with a white-knuckle grip.
I have to hand it to her; she sure knew how to work you.”
The woman. Tessa. She sure knew how to work you well.”
Eros’ anger surged to the surface. “You stay the hell away from Tessa.”
Apollo drummed his fingers on the armrest. “I know she wishes to return to Vesta’s temple and the only way she can do that is to be a virgin again. Agreed?”
Swallowing hard, Eros reluctantly nodded. “Yes, she wishes to return. I promised I’d get her there.” But she also agreed to give me her pussy if I could get her back.
He paused. That makes no sense. How do I get her to Vesta and she’s promising to be with me?
I see from that furrow in your brow that you are confused.”
If she returns to the temple, we can’t…fuck…ever.” Eros paced. “Why would she promise something she can’t give?”
Apollo shot Eros a pity-filled look. “Fortuna has been quite a source of information. Seems her and your lover are close friends.”
Fortuna? What does she have to do with anything?” Not that he cared. The woman had been nothing but a pain in Eros’ ass for years.
Dread settled in his gut like a lead balloon. No.
That wonderful sweet smell from your lover? The way she tastes. Breathes. Loves. Sucks. The want of you not getting enough? The addiction you have of her?”
It’s laurel juice. Well, that and a few other herbs I’ve mixed up, but know it’s all for medicinal purposes only.” Tilting his nose up, Apollo smirked. “She’s been drinking it just as I instructed her to, to get you highly addicted to her.
She wouldn’t do that. To me.”
You sure? You took her life away. Fucked her without thought or emotion and left her there without a second thought. Laurel juice is quite potent though. Sadly, the girl gets horribly hungover from it.” Standing, Apollo causally walked about the room as he poured more salt into the heartwounds of the God of Love. “Fortuna asked me to help her. You see, your Tessa wanted to ruin you. She came to Fortuna who came to me and told me how you screwed her to never ending passion right up against that laurel tree. Against my beloved Daphne.”
Eros shook his head, knowing something didn’t ring true. “You’re lying. The timing doesn’t add up. I had…problems before I met Tessa, not after.”
Ah, yes. Well, the laurel tree drops its berries. You were standing in a sea of them when you went on your fuck-fest. I simply increased their effect on you after I watched you pop Tessa’s maidenhood, drove her to never ending passion right up against that laurel tree. Against my beloved Daphne.”
Apollo’s words dripped from his mouth like poison. “At first, I wanted their magic a bit more, but it did make so much sense to let her be your addiction and your cure. The very person who wants nothing to do with you when it’s all said and done.”
Never had Eros thought he’d see the day where his own heart crumbled from betrayal. Eros’ pride plummeted to his feet. “She betrayed me?”
I have to say, the girl is quite smart. Bewitching you so. Leading you around by your cock. Beautifully done, but it really doesn’t matter. With the amount of laurel juice she’s consumed, she’d headed for kidney failure. Humans are so fragile. Pitiful.”
Sinking to his knees, Eros screamed an unholy cry that carried all the way to Mount Olympus.
Tears ran down his face at the thought of losing Tessa two-fold, but despite her betrayal, hearing of her imminent death broke his heart far more. “Please, don’t hurt her. I’ll do anything you want.”
A low chuckle radiated around him. “Anything, huh? I seem to remember begging you for something similar many years ago. Do you remember that?”
Yes.” The pleading look from Apollo as he watched Daphne change into a tree. How Eros knew how to change her to love the God of Medicine but refused to do it.
The feet of Apollo appeared in front of Eros as he hung his head.
Tucking his fingers under Eros’ chin, Apollo tilted his chin up. With a satisfied smirk, Apollo whispered, “Now you know how it feels to have your entire heart ripped out of your body.”

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Saturday, February 13, 2016

Blog Hop - Cupid's Broken Arrow - Ch 6

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Chapter 6

Eros drummed his fingers on the table in the coffee shop and considered his situation. It would help if he could consume more caffeine but since the mortals had gone and made coffee so expensive he was limited to one a day. He shook his head. What was a latte anyway? Had they made up that word?
Bacchus stared at him through red-brimmed eyes. When was the last time Eros had seen Bacchus not hung-over? One millennia? Two? “Let me get this straight. The woman gives you an ultimatum and rather than telling her to go fuck off you are actually considering doing what she wants?”
I can’t explain it.” He wasn’t even lying; he couldn’t come up with a reason why Tessa was so damned important to him except she was—and he had to go with the path he was on since no other ones were currently presenting themselves to him. “She’s special. That’s really what it comes down to and the only one my dick is willing to get hard for anymore.”
Bacchus shook his head. “Better you than me, my brother. Alright, here’s the deal. I think it’s fairly obvious that your arrows have gone askew because your dick is acting up. Whatever has thrown one of them out of alignment has made the other one go soft, or vice versa.”
He hated any conversation that combined talk of his dick with the word soft. “Go on.”
If he clenched his teeth any tighter together he was going to give himself a migraine.
Excuse me.” A nasally voice caught his attention and three women stood to their left. They seemed to be wearing some kind of uniform he’d never seen before but consisted of each one of them dressed in black yoga pants, a long sleeve t-shirt depicting various phrases about working out, and sneakers to complete the look. Perched on their hips were three toddlers, one of whom waved at Bacchus like they were old friend. Maybe they were. Who knew who the Gods chose to reincarnate these days or where those souls got sent. 

Bacchus raised a finger and waved back at the toddler, leaving Eros to deal with the woman who had spoken to them. “Can I help you?”
We don’t like that kind of conversation in here. There are children present.” The female on the left accentuated every word she said with a flip of her brown hair over her shoulder. She would be beautiful if she hadn’t pursed her lips and if holier-than thou attitude didn’t radiate from her pores.
Eros leaned forward. “Couple of things. Number one, this is a coffee shop, not a day care. If you don’t like what I’m saying, feel free to leave. Number two, you really need to get laid. Go home and see whoever gave you that beautiful baby and make him get you to come at least three times tonight. See if it loosens the stick from your ass.”
Okay.” Bacchus jumped to his feet, grabbing Eros by the arm when he did. “Time to go. Enough caffeine for you.” They were on the street before the woman could even gasp and rounding the corner. “Don’t mess with those women Eros. Didn’t you see their shirts? They do cross-fit. One of them could probably throw you through the window of the coffee place before you even knew what hit you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood stains out of clothing?”
How do you even know this?” What did Bacchus do when no one paid attention?
Long story. Look, okay, if you’re going to do this crazy thing and give Tessa what she wants because she is the only one you can fuck right now then let’s get to it. I don’t know what to do about getting your dick to behave. That’s out of my realm of expertise, but I do know someone who can help with the arrows.” They crossed the street quickly before the light turned. “Although I hate to ask the bastard.”
Eros stopped walking immediately. “You don’t mean…”
I do, unfortunately.” Bacchus sighed loudly. “I think you’re going to have to go ask Apollo to help you.”
Eros shuddered. “I would rather take a bullet through the head.”
Well considering that wouldn’t kill you, I rather believe you would.” Bacchus laughed. “Listen, you go see Apollo or we could talk to your mother about the dick problem.”
Absolutely not.” The very idea turned his stomach. “My mother can’t know anything about this. Aphrodite would have a field day. I’d never hear the end of it. But really? Apollo is such a downer. He’s going to be all disapproving. I’m going to hear a lecture for the ages.”
And then when he’s done with that, he’ll fix your arrows and maybe even your dick in the process.”
Eros had thought he didn’t want to hear any phrases that contained the words dick and soft in them, but hearing Apollo and his cock in the same description was much, much worse.
Come on, Cupid, let’s go get this over with so you can finally bed Tessa and get on with your life.”
Nodding, he followed Bacchus down the street. He didn’t correct the other man’s assumption, but he had a strong suspSeicion that once he bedded Tessa again, he would never, ever want anyone else. She was it for him and he’d jump through any hoops he had to, to get to her. Even Apollo’s. 

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Friday, February 12, 2016

Blog Hop - Cupid's Broken Arrow - Ch 4

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Chapter 4

For a split second, Eros stood in the doorway of his hotel room and forgot about the hotel evacuation. He gazed at his hardened cock bulging under his slacks.
Tessa accomplished what no other female could over the past month. On top of everything else, she tasted better than the sweetest ambrosia. She reminded him of something, something like virtuosity surrounding the aura of heavens. Her voluptuous curves, in all the right places, tempted his sexual desires back to life like a roaring bonfire.
Pride swelled his chest and emanated outward. For the first time in a month, Eros was hard as a rock. He needed to fuck her…and soon. Power vibrated, tingling the air against his back.
Tessa!” he yelled after her as the crash of shattering glass echoed behind him.
Eros spun in time to see his mystical love arrows break free of their bond and shoot out of the now opened window—almost as if they had a mind of their own. In disbelief, he scooped up his empty quiver and took off running down the hallway with the other hotel guests toward the EXIT sign. “Tessa!”
Not only did he have to hunt her down, he needed to get back control of his damn arrows. In the thousands of years he’d been the God of Love, never once had he lost an arrow, much less have them take on power of their own. Nothing was going according to plan.
Sprinting into the stairwell, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful blonde in a red dress go around the corner below. He wasted no time to catch up to her and latched an arm around her waist.
Over the sirens of the fire alarm, he yelled, “I got you, sweetheart. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” Being a god had its perks after all. He could fly her through a fire and to safety should the need arise.
She jerked out of his hold by speeding up her steps. “Don’t, Eros.”
His dick jerked at the way she’d said his name and the movement painfully strained his loaded balls. Wait a minute. It had nothing to do with the venom or bite in her tone.
She called him Eros.
Come again, love?” he asked.
Balling her little hands into fists she stopped and turned to face him. A righteous anger replaced her previous angelic expressions as heat radiated from her. “I am not your sweetheart nor your love.” She pursued him as people pushed around them to flee the stairwell. “You ruined my life, and because of you, I’m stuck on this earthly plane to live the rest of my life like these sodden humans!”
Her feistiness only made him want to fuck her more—to fuck it right out of her and make her cum while milking his cock. He stood his ground as they stood toe to toe, not backing away from the little minx who only a few minutes ago writhed underneath him like a wanton nymph.
Nymph? The truth socked him in the gut. Oh, he’d fucked her sweet pussy alright. The last female he entered was her.

That’s how you know my name.” Glimpses of his memory flashed back to that night. The night Bacchus told him to come to earth and laughed at him while he pounded the most exquisitely tight nymph. The night he wasn’t able to get hard from thereafter. “What were you doing at Bacchus’ party that night?” He narrowed his eyes. “You did something to me. You broke my cock!”
Her jaw dropped and she scoffed at him. “I did no such thing. You’re the one who got me drunk and took my chastity. Because of you I was kicked out of the temple and now a mortal thank you very much.” She glanced down at his crotch. “And by the looks of it, your cock doesn’t look broken, you manwhore.”
Temple? But you’re a nymph. Nymphs live in the mountains near lakes and streams.”
I was a Vestal Virgin. How dare you compare me to all the nymphs out there? Perhaps if you were interested in anything else but fornication the world wouldn’t be in such a state of downfall concerning love.” She cleared her throat.
A virgin? No wonder he savored sex with her more than any other female. On top of it, she was one of Vestas’ maiden’s. A maiden he deflowered—and probably why his dick stayed limp for almost a month. Everything else aside though, he needed Tessa and as the God of Love he needed to make it right—not because she revived his dick. He needed to be reminded what love was all about.
Eros cupped her face, gazing into her crystal clear blue eyes. “I’m sorry. I would never have taken advantage of you had I known the truth. You are a treasure to behold and I’m honored to have witnessed your amazing grace and beauty.”
Her mouth trembled and she nibbled on the corner of her lower lip. Moisture seeped into her eyes. “No. You don’t get to appreciate me after my world’s been ripped away from me.”
Then let me make it right.” His lips descended on hers and he licked her lips, begging for entrance with his tongue. “You have no idea how much you enchant me.” His dick strained in his pants. The way he wanted to drive into her tight heat made his balls tighten more as he entered her warm, wet mouth.
Tessa rocked her hips against him, teasing his already amped up body, mimicking sex as she ground against him. He needed inside of her and quick. Reaching between their bodies he unbuttoned his pants then unzipped them to release his throbbing dick. He hiked her dress up in front and pulled her panties aside until the tip of his head kissed her sweet pussy.
Let me make you mine,” he nuzzled against her lips.
She pulled away from him, covering her mouth and coughed before she inhaled a deep breath. “No. I will never be yours.” She yanked her dress back down. “That is the penance you will pay.”
You will be mine.”
Ha! That’s something Cupid says.” Her haughty tone matched the cockiness on her face.
The defiance she displayed with her taunt boiled deep into his veins. “I will have you. Make no mistake and watch your tongue.”
Her chest rose and fell and she sucked in air and coughed. “You will rue,” another cough, “the day you ruined me and forgot who,” cough, “I was.”
As she collapsed, he caught her in his arms and cradled her. The stairwell had filled with smoke during their argument. And now being human, she wasn’t immune to the effects of mortal ailments.
He made sure to tuck his cock into his pants and fastened them while he flew down the flights of stairs with her in his hold. He’d been so caught up in the moment he forgot about the fire.
Finally on the first level he burst through the exit door with her. Sirens, red and blue lights, people rushed around frantically. He needed to find a paramedic to revive her. Once he spotted an ambulance he raced on foot toward the vehicle to get Tessa aide.
She passed out from smoke inhalation,” he yelled at a male medic. Each slap of his feet on the pavement reminded him how delicate and precious the cargo in his arms was to him.
The world seemed to stop for a moment when the paramedic was brushed by one of Eros’ mystical arrows. The male turned to a female nearby…and they started to make out.
What the fuck?” Eros glanced around the street and his jaw dropped. His arrows zipped through the air, tagging people as they zipped by. Every time they came in contact with a mortal…the person turned to the nearest one who’d also been struck…and they were all going at it.
A scene, eerily similar to the one in the forest during Bacchus’ party, unfolded before his eyes. The normal world had turned into an orgy as men and women alike chased after one another shredding their clothes.
Bacchus appeared on the street. He laughed while sloshing around his wine filled chalice. “Well, looks like you’ve finally found a way to get love in the air.”

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