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Cupid's Little Helper, Chapter Seven

Cupid's Little Helper
Chapter Seven
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We stood up an' walked ta tha bed, an' Cupe didn't
hafta pull me. When we got there I slipped around
behind him, an' he said, "Ah. Well, if that's what
you want, that's fine by me."

"It ain't that, oh Mastah of Sudden Love."

"No, then what..."

"I just had an idea from Bliss. Lemme see... Yeah,
yer kinda ruffled here, fella. Uncomfortable?"

His wings moved fretfully. "Well, now that you
mentioned it, yes. It's annoying."

"Siddown." He did, an' I knelt on tha bed behind him.
"I did this for Bliss, an' I seem ta be a pretty fair
hand at it." I took hold of one feathah that was
almost sideways, lifted it carefully, an' turned it
straight, smoothin it down. "How's that?"

He sighed. "Wonderful! Don't stop."

"Don't intend ta stop, Cuz." I worked slowly, cause,
well, it was just too nice a job ta rush. I hadn't
realized how much I liked touchin soft things. I
could understand why Joxer kept cuddlin that kitten
Ares had given him. Then I thought maybe he liked it
most cause it was from Ares, an' I liked this mostly
cause it was Cupe. Made sense ta me.

I kept workin, smoothin an' preenin his feathahs. His
head drooped, an' he kept givin little sighs. "Ya
like that, huh?"

"Oh, yes."

"Ya got a lot of 'em outta line here, Cupe. What were
ya up ta?"

"Things got a little intense with Pops."

"Yah? You two usually get along pretty well. What
was wrong?" I said hastily, "I know it's none a my
business."

"No, it is, actually. It was about you."

"Me?" I froze. "Whaddid I do wrong now?"

"Nothing, Strife. Absolutely nothing."

I made myself start preenin him again. "Then what
didya have ta talk about? I mean, if I haven't done
anythin?"

"It isn't what you've done. Well, aside from the fact
that you've been doing your job very well." He
chuckled. "I know it spoiled my work, but I keep
thinking about that cat fight. I got there in time to
see that."

"Yah? I didn't see ya."

"I didn't intend for you to. I was extremely angry,
and I had to go report immediately to Zeus and Hera."

"Well, I'm glad I didn't run intoa ya right then. Ya
were mad enough when ya showed up in my bathroom."

He half turned an' looked at me. "I'm sorry about
that, Strife. You were just doing what you're
supposed to do. No one had warned you that this
particular wedding was inviolate." He frowned.
"That's part of the problem. No one ever talks to
you. Not unless it's Ares giving you orders or
someone else giving you abuse."

I shrugged. "Turn back around so I can finish this,
huh?" He did, an' I carefully worked on tha last few
feathahs, gettin them ta lay straight. When I was
done, I kept strokin his wings, enjoyin the way they
felt. "I'd hardly know what ta say if someone
actually wanted ta have a conversation with me."

"You do all right with Bliss, and me."

"Yah, but Bliss is... Well, he's a kid, an' he don't
know any better, right?"

"Are you kidding me? He's a perceptive little kid.
He hides his bank when Auto comes over to visit."

I laughed. "Yah, that's smart. Auto can't change his
nature, an' he might not be able ta resist, even if
Mom would skin his butt. Say, why do ya give tha kid
dinars, anyway? It isn't like he needs 'em, right?"

"He likes them because they're shiny. Anyway, since
he's going to be dealing with mortals when he grows
up, it's best that he starts to get acquainted with
their thought processes now. That's one reason why I
like him to spend time with Joxer. He's one of the
most human mortals I know."

"Jox is cool, all right." I moved my hands down ta
rub just under his wings. He stiffened, then slumped
again an' lifted his wings a little. "Oh, wanna give
me more room ta operate, huh?" He hummed. "Okay, I
can do that."

I worked my fingahs in that down between tha wings,
then ran my hands up undah them, feelin all along tha
base, massagin slowly. Cupe groaned. "Gods, Strife,
that feels so good. How did you know? No one ever
pays any attention to my wings."

I kissed him between tha shoulder blades, just above
where tha wings joined his back. "They're a part of
ya, aren't they? Part of what makes you, you." I
nuzzled my face against tha feathahs. "An' they're
gorgeous. Wanna fool around?"

He laughed. Takin my hand, he pulled it around an'
pressed it into his lap. His voice was husky as he
said, "Guess."

I felt. "Oo, yeah, I'd say yer interested. Howsabout
we get rid of tha clothes?" No sooner said than done.
That's wunna tha nice things about bein a god. No
trippin while yer tryin ta get outta yer pants, no
gettin stuck in yer shirt when yer takin it off.
Cuts down on tha awkwardness factor. "But ya know,
Cupe? Gettin rid of tha rags tha mortal way can be
kinda fun, too."

"Then we'll try it next time." *Next time? Ooo.*
"Now, get your hands back on me, please."

"Yessir." I reached back around, slidin my hands ovah
his chest. When I found his nipples he let his head
fall back on my shoulder. I rubbed, feelin' tha flesh
start ta firm inta peaks. Then I pinched, an' he
groaned. "Oh, that's nice. Sweetest little buds I've
evah felt. Nice an' hard." I let my hand slide down
inta his lap. "But ya got somethin harder, dontcha?"

He leaned back against me, an' those feathahs tickled
across my torso. In a minute my own nipples were just
as hard as Cupe's. His wings are pretty fair sized,
an tha tips of his wings were brushin my crotch. My
prick was risin ta meet it, kinda nudgin up inta tha
softness.

I started kissin an' lickin tha side of hisk whk while
I stroked his cock, slidin tha soft skin ovah tha firm
shaft. At tha same time I moved against him. My cock
slid in tha soft feathers, sometimes dippin under them
ta rub against tha smooth skin of his back.

His arms circled up an' back, holdin me, an' that was
as nice as tha rest of it. I said thank you by
flickin my tongue inta his ear, then nibblin on his
earlobe. I felt a trickle of moisture on my hands an'
followed it up ta his cock head. He was leakin clear
fluid, an' I rubbed my hand over his glans, getting my
palm slick before I went back ta pumpin him.

Cupid gently moved my hand away an' stood up, turnin
back toward me. He bent down an' kissed me, movin his
tongue inta my mouth. I went back ta fondlin him,
strokin with one hand an' cradlin his balls with tha
othah.

He took my right hand an' kissed it. When he pulled
back, I found that my fingers were coated with sweet
smellin oil. Cupe lay down on his stomach, foldin his
s ans an' spreadin his legs wide. "Get me ready,
lover."

I froze. "I... Cupe... You don't want that."

He laughed again. "I don't?" He reached back, feelin
blind, but his aim was perfect. He gripped my prick.
"You have a beautiful cock, Strife, and I want it
inside me."

Still I hesitated. A whirl of memories filled my
mind, sensations as well as thoughts, an' I shuddered.
He couldn't be serious. I didn't want ta do it to
him, I didn't want ta hurt him.

But he gave me a tug, sendin a wave of heat ovah me.
"Are ya sure about this, Cupe? We can do somethin
else."

He stroked me again, his nails just barely scratching
my skin, just enough ta feel good. "This is what I
want. Please?"

Oh, geez. I wanted ta resist, I swear, but he was so
beautiful, an' he was touchin me... I moved ta kneel
between his legs an' pushed his butt cheeks apart,
wipin tha oil down tha crease. Man, talk about
smooth! An' that little pink pucker looked so
invitin.

I touched it gently, an' he twitched. I winced,
worried that I'd hurt him already, but he didn't say
anythin. I rubbed around tha little openin,
massagin. I could feel tha ring of muscle relaxin a
little, an' I finally put my fingertip against it an'
pushed carefully. I held my breath as I slid my
finger into him, listenin for any sound of
discomfort.

There was nothin, an' oh, man, was he tight. I was
gonna hafta be real careful not ta damage him. I
moved in an' out slowly, mentally addin more oil.
"Cupe? Ya ready for anothah?"

"Oh,yes. Give it to me."

*Damn, he's brave.* The second finger slid in pretty
easily, but he was so snug. I started ta spread my
fingahs as I moved 'em in an' out. His breathin was
gettin heavier, an' he was squirmin a little. *He's
uncomfortable, but he isn't gonna say anythin, cause
he wants me ta enjoy myself. Oh, I hafta be so
careful...*

"One more, huh, Cupe? Can ya take it?"

"Yes. Don't worry so much, Strife. This isn't the
first time I've done this."

"Isn't tha first time for me, eithah."

"Yes? I thought maybe... You're so hesitant. But go
on, give me another. I want to get you inside me
soon."

I bunched three fingers an' eased them all in, an' he
groaned. I knew it. I knew it was gonna be too much
for him, but by then I couldn't have stopped unless
somebody knocked me offa him with a power bolt.

He said breathily, "Strife, please."

Okay, he wanted ta get it ovah with. I could
understand. I pulled my fingahs out an' pressed my
cock inta him instead. I entered him slowly, closin
my eyes an bitin my lip. "Cupe, oh Cupe. You're so
fine."

He moaned softly, an' it tore at my heart. I stayed
still, tryin ta give him a chance ta adjust, hopin I
could avoid givin him any more pain than I had ta.
Then he pushed back at me, whisperin, "Fuck me,
Strife. Please."

I groaned an' started ta move inside him. He
undulated. Well, he couldn't help it, right? Ya move
when yer hurtin. I was torn. If I went hardah an'
fastah it would be ovah quicker, but was a lot of pain
ovah quickly better than less pain ovah a longer time?
I didn't know. But he kinda decided it for me by
buckin' and squeezin me with his muscles inside.

I couldn't stop. I started poundin inta him. He was
like hot, wet satin inside, an' I couldn't help it. I
knew I should stop. I mean, he was moanin and cryin
out, but... I tried ta make it up ta him by rubbin
that special spot undah his wings. He stiffened, an'
I felt his body tighten around me, an' I came, spillin
inta his back passage.

I pulled out quickly, an he gasped. *Damn! Can't
even leave him alone without hurtin him!* I rolled
away from him an' curled up in a ball, huggin my knees
an' hatin myself.

"Strife?" His voice was almost lazy. I felt him
rubbin my back. "Baby? What's wrong?"

I was shakin. I always managed ta get away from my
bed partners before when this reaction hit me. Why
hadn't I just winked out when I finished?

"Gods, you're shaking like a leaf! What's wrong?
Didn't you have a good time?" He wiggled his hand
inta the tangle I'd made of myself, touchin my face.
I could feel tha sudden tension in his touch, an' his
fingers were wet when he pulled them out. "What
the...? Strife!"

I wouldn't straighten out when he tried ta make me
look at him. Finally he pulled me onta his lap an'
held me in his arms. "Honey, please tell me what's
wrong."

I managed ta mumble. "I'm sorry."

"I don't understand."

"I'm sorry, Cupe. I didn't wanna hurt ya, I tried ta
get ya to do somethin else." I started cryin harder.
"Please don't hate me." Cupid started ta rock me,
strokin my hair. "I don't think I could stand it if
ya hated me."
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