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Cupid's Little Helper
Chapter Seventeen
Comin Home
FLASH

We were back in Cupid's temple on Olympus, sittin on
tha edge of his bed. He was gazin inta my eyes, but
he looked away from me for a minute, starin up at tha
ceilin. I heard a faint buzz of energy, an' realized
he was puttin a protective shield around tha temple.
No one but tha strongest god or goddess would be able
ta get through, an' they'd hafta work at it, givin us
plenty of advanced notice.

He looked back at me, smilin, an' his eyes were doin
that beautiful shift, shading from grey ta gold. "Now
at least we don't have to worry about Bliss landing on
top of us at an inopportune moment."

"I love tha kid, but his timin sucks."

"We'll work on thatHe sHe stroked my face. "We have a
lot of time to teach him manners. That is, if you
want to."

"Ya mean if I want ta be another daddy ta him?"
Cupid nodded. I could tell that he was a little
apprehensive about this. "Aw, Cupe, hell yeah. I
told ya I love tha squirt. I love him almost as much
as I love his old man." I cocked my head. "Different
ways, though."

Cupid laughed an' kissed me lightly. I smiled at him
an' licked my lips, an' his eyes got darker, his smile
fadin a little. When he kissed me again I opened my
mouth an' flicked my tongue out. He met it with his
own tongue, an' we began a sorta slow, oral wrestlin
match. Thing was, no mattah who ahem got tha upper
hand, we were both winnahs.

While we kissed, Cupid's hands roved ovah my torso.
He had really clevah fingers from makin all those
arrows, I guess, because he was managin ta find all
tha fastenins, an' he was gettin them open without
slowin down.

As he started ta peel off my top, I started ta work on
his harness, gettin tha straps loose, so that I could
pull off his quivah. Pretty soon we were both naked
to tha waist, an' that gave us both lots of othah
things ta keep us occupied.

Cupid wrapped his arms around me an' dropped ovah onta
his side, pullin me with him. He kissed his way along
my jaw, then sorta latched onta a little patch of skin
just below tha curve of my jaw an' started suckin an'
bitin it. It wasn't even an official errogenous zone,
but he was makin my legs jerk. I could feel it
bruising, feel tha blood risin ta

tha surface.

Then Cupid gave tha spot a final lick, an' a kiss. He
cradled my head in his hands and pulled my face down
ta tha same spot on his own neck. I kissed him there,
but moved farthah down, ta where his neck curved inta
his shoulder. I bit him lightly, then started ta suck
an' nibble. He kept runnin his hands through my hair,
spikin it even more than usual. He was pressed
against me, an' I could feel his cock start ta grow in
his leathah breeches, stiffenin against my belly.

When I pulled back his skin was slick with my saliva,
an' there was a mark tha color of a ripe cherry. He
touched it, then touched the achin spot on my own
neck. We would have an official joinin ceremony a few
days latah, with all tha family an' a handful of
mortal friends tlebrlebrate an' wish us well, but I
count that moment, theamoment we looked at tha marks
we'd placed on each othah, ta be tha moment that our
life tagethah began.

Cupid pushed me ovah onta my back an' bent ta kiss tha
hollow of my throat. He kissed his way down, an'
veered ovah ta the right ta lick my right nipple. It
stays half erect, with tha ring, but it perked right
up ta full pout tha second he touched it. He sucked
it inta his mouth, gently tuggin' at tha othah one,
an' I squirmed with pleasure.

I had ta touch him, too. I got my hands on his chest
an' slid them around till I found his little buds,
already firm. Then I tickled an' squeezed, playin
with them till they were like pebbles, an' I could
feel his breath startin ta hitch.

Then my pants an' boots were gone, an' so were Cupe's.
I honestly don't know which wunna us it was who did
it. I asked Cupe latah, an' he wasn't sure, eithah.
It was just like we were workin as one entity, an' I
s'pose that's how it's s'posed ta be--sometimes.

Cupid moved ovah me, stretchin himself along my body.
I was hard as a rock, an' I groaned when I felt
Cupid's arousal slide against mine. "Oh, fuck, Cupe,"
I whispered. "I love ya. I love ya so much."

"Love you, too, Strife," Cupid murmured. He moved
against me. "I want you so bad. I need you, baby."

Suddenly there was somethin different. I felt a smooth
slide as my buttocks moved tagethah with my wigglin.
Anothah advantage of bein a god. I had been oiled
with a thought. No havin ta fumble around for pots
an' jars, just blink! an yer good ta go. I said,
"Oo, nice an' warm. Thanks, sweety."

"I still need to help you open up, Strife." He moved
off me, then gave my hard cock a lovin squeeze. "Lay
on your side and bend your upper leg."

"You don't want...?

"That position will be easiest for your first time.
You won't have to worry about staying up, and I won't
have to worry about smushing you."

So I turned ovah on my side, an' Cupe moved up behind
me. He took hold of my ass, kneadin. I closed my
eyes. Any othah times someone had done somethin like
that, tha memories had started. It could've been tha
nicest, friendliest little grope session evah, but
suddenly...

Suddenly it would've been all dark an' cold. It
would've been fire, an' blood, an' rippin pain, an'
ugly, sneerin faces, an' hateful voices tellin' me how
useless I was, even as a whore. An' I would've eithah
gone ballistic, or curled up inta a whimperin ball of
pain. That didn't happen this time. There was a soft
glow in tha room, an' all I felt was warm, an' loved,
an' so fuckin good.

Still, when he parted my cheeks, I tensed a little. I
couldn't help it. I felt him rubbin little circles at
tha small of my back, an' he said, "It's all right,
love. No hurry. We can take as much time as you
need. Let me help you relax."

My buttocks were spread widah, an' I felt a puff of
air across my hole, then a warm, wet touch. I
stiffened even more, sayin, "Aw, Cupe. I don't
believe this." It was true, though. He licked me
slowly, tracin around tha hole, pressing hard enough
ta feel tha springy ring of muscle undah tha skin. I
was shiverin in ecstasy. Oh, it felt good!

Then tha tip of his tongue came ta rest right at tha
center of tha little crinkle, an' he pushed. I
whimpahed as his tongue slid inta me. He kept doin
it, pullin back an' pushin in deepah, till he was
fuckin me with his tongue. I was so hard I coulda
pried clams open with my dick.

Then tha tongue was gone, an' somethin slimmer an'
longer slid in, probin deepah. When Cupid gripped my
hip with one hand, I realized that it was his fingah.
It didn't hurt at all, an' I hadn't had time ta get
worried, or tense back up. Boom, there is was, up my
fundament, an' feelin pretty damn good, lemme tell ya.

He held still, sayin, "Is that all right, Strife?"

I growled, "No. It's too damn still. Move it."

He laughed, an' pumped tha finger back an' forth. I
growled again an' tried ta push back at him. "No,
wait, hon. I know you're anxious, but really, we
don't want to go too fast. Hold on, now, and I'll
give you two."

I held my breath as he pulled out, then worked two
fingahs inta me. Now I was feelin stretched. I
hadn't had anyone, or anything up there since that
horrible night, an' I might as well have been cherry,
for all tha give my flesh had, but still it didn't
hurt.

He stroked his fingahs in an' out, then whispered,
"Strife, I'm going to try to find your special spot.
Hold on, it may be a little intense."

"I'm not sure I have one, Cupe. Or maybe it just
don't work right."
I could feel him crookin his fingahs, feelin along tha
inner walls of my body. He pushed deepah, an' his
fingahtips passed ovah a spot they hadn't touched
before, an' I came unglued. If he hadn't been holdin
onta me, I swear, I woulda bucked right offa him.

"Strife, are you..." I shoved back at him, wigglin.
Cupe didn't laugh, but he had a kinda pleased tone to
his voice. "I guess you're all right, then."

"I will be if ya do that again."

"Oh, no. He's going to be demanding." Cupe can do
fake agrieved almost as good as I can. "Your wish,
and all that."

He did it again. Oh, man! He mighta been tha one
with wings, but right then I felt like I could fly, an' if his fingahs felt that good...

I was about ta ask him ta go ahead, but I s'pose great
minds think alike, or some shit like that, because he
pulled his fingahs out an' moved up close behind me.
I felt an even hottah, smoothah touch, somethin broad
an' rounded prod my back entrance. He said, "Strife,
I love you. Breathe."

I breathed. He pushed.

My whole world changed.

I can't explain it ta ya. It's like... like flyin.
Ya can't understand what it's like until it's happened
ta ya, an' yeah, it's happened ta me. Ya wouldn't
believe how strong Cupe is when he's vatevated. No, I
ain't tellin ya. That's anothah story.

It felt good, yeah. It felt great. But it was
also...

Shit. I've nevah been considered profound. I ain't
wunna tha gods people pray to for deep, philosophical
reasons, 'kay? All I can say is that a hell of a lot
more than my body was involved in this.

I'd nevah experienced this act without pain an'
terror. Now I felt nothin but Cupid, lovin me. That
night when I was raped an' abused, they tore somethin
outta me. It left a gapin hole, way deep inside. I
hid it as best I could, but it just kept erodin.
Day aftah day people would chip or tear away anothah
little piece. I'm not sayin they did it on purpose,
but it happend. If it had kept goin on, eventually I
would have been hollow. Nothin but my skin, coverin a
big, empty hurt. Now, all of a sudden, that empty
place wasn't there any more. It was filled.

He moved slowly, gently, his strokes long. He reached
around an' gripped my cock, strokin me an' whisperin
in my ear. He told me how long he'd loved me, how
long he'd wanted ta do this, how he'd been afraid that
I'd run, an' he'd nevah have anothah chance.

I didn't realize I was cryin till he reached up ta
touch my face, and said, "Baby! Oh, damn, I didn't
mean..."

He started ta pull away, but I reached back an'
grabbed at him. "Don't ya stop, Cupe! Ya beautiful,
dumb blonde, aintcha ever heard of tears of joy?
Don't stop."

An' he didn't. He kept movin inside me, an tha
pleasure kept buildin. Finally he said, "I can't hold
it anymore."

"Don't. Give it ta me, Cupe."

He groaned, an I felt tha first hot gush. That did
it. I came, too. I felt like I'd nevah, evah had a
climax before, or that I was experincin all that I'd
evah had all ovah again.

When it was ovah he turned me on my back an' kissed
tha wet tracks on my cheeks. I think I surprised him
when I gave him a big grin, but he smiled back. I
kissed him back, put my arms around him, an said, "If
ya don't marry me, I'm sicin' Ma on ya."

He almost fell off tha bed laughin.

So we got married, an I pretty much live at his place.
I make token appearances at my temple.

We had a nice committment ceremony. Ya shoulda seen
tha look on Gabrielle an Xena's faces when we zapped
them inta Hera's temple for tha wingding. Hercules
an' Iolaus took it bettah. I guess stupified an'
silent can be considered bettah than surprised an'
mouthy.

It was good that we did it when we did, because Joxer
had his baby just a coupla days aftah. No, ya ain't
findin out what it was. Maybe some othah time. Nyah.

Tha last of this story? Oh, yeah. That happened this
mornin--three weeks aftah tha wedding.

We got anothah Bliss attack in bed. That holdin spell
on his bedroom ain't workin too well. Maybe if we
just make it so it lets him out at a certain time...

Where was I? Sorry, bein a daddy can be distractin
sometimes. An' that's what this is about, too.

So, Bliss torpedoed us again. We was wrestlin, like
we usually do. He was gigglin, an he said, "Can I
listen to your tummy?"

"Ah, geez, kid, I dunno. I'm feelin a little queasy
taday. Why ya wanna do that?"

"Cause I had a dream last night."

Cupid looked at him, then looked at me. I said.
"Sure. Go ahead, squirt."

He laid his head on my belly, turnin his ear to me, an
got real still. He got this really, really intent
look on his face. Then he looked up at me an sorta
petted my tummy. "Is it all right if I still come in
your bed in the morning if I'm really, really
careful?"

I bent down an' looked him right in tha eyes. "Bliss,
baby boy, what did ya dream about last night?"

He smiled sweetly, placed his hand on my belly, an
said, "Bump, bump, bump."

I'm kinda proud of myself that I didn't faint. I did
throw up, but then again, mornin' sickness is a bitch.

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