My Eros (Modern Cupid and Psyche Dirty)

I can sense something is wrong.

Is that a joke? Of course something's wrong! He's a god, and—-

Is it your knee? Is it paining you?

The questions make me stiffen in a mixture of shock and wariness. "How do you know about my knee?" Actually...why does it seem like everyone in this school already know about my stupid knee? The thing's never even made it to the news—-

I know everything about you.

And just like that I go from distracted to unnerved. My instincts tell me he's only speaking the truth. This god does know everything about me, and so it only begs the question—-

"Why do you want me here?"

Do you really not know?

I shake my head.

I am a man first, a god second.

What is this beast saying?

And I want what every man wants from a woman.

Stunned isn't even enough to describe the state what I'm in, and I can only stumble back as I mentally grapple with his words. Did I just hear what I just heard?

You doubt me, do you not?

"Enjoy talking like Yoda, do you not?"

It's a top-notch comeback, if I do say so myself, but as soon as the words are out, I'm kicking myself in the head and wondering if perhaps stupidity is genetic.

I've never wanted to follow in my biological parents' footsteps and die a fated death. Never. So what the hell has come over me five seconds ago that I'd say something as incredibly asinine as—-

Whoa.

What's that weird rumbling sound I'm hearing in my mind?

My gaze flies back to the beast, and the gleam in its gold-and-blue eyes pretty much confirms it.

The beast - I mean, god, I need to start thinking it's a god now - the god is actually laughing!

A god with an actual sense of humor.

Who would've imagined such a thing's—-

SHIT.

My eyes feel like they're about to pop out as I watch the god transform out of its bestial form, and he does it oh so slowly, too—-

So, so slowly that it's almost as if the beast is taunting me to deny the obvious, and shit, shit, shit, I need to be out of here, never mind if here is a dream world of star-dotted skies, and I don't actually have any idea how to escape it.

I just know I need to put as much distance between us as possible, but the moment I spin around, I already feel strong fingers circling my wrist—-

Shiiiiit!

I try twisting away just as his head dips down, and my body jerks in shock when I feel his mouth latch to the side of my neck. The god is a beast no longer. He's a man now, and one who seems fully intent in driving me crazy as he starts sucking on my neck.

No, no, no!

I can almost feel him laughing at me, like he finds it amusing how I'm struggling but failing to resist him. It incenses me, of course. It makes me want to slap him so bad that I'm this close to ignoring everything I know about fated deaths and just going for it. But...

How can I when his mouth is so, so good at what he does?

Heat consumes me every time his mouth touches my skin, and when I feel his arms start to move, all I can do is squeeze my eyes shut in helpless anticipation—-

Aaaaaah!

His hands are once again kneading my breasts, harder and more passionately than he did in our first dream, and I'm lost.

A cry spills past my lips, and I can only gaze shakily down at his bent head as he continues to mark my neck with his mouth and fondle my breasts with his large, strong hands. His hair, it's the same shade as the fur of his bestial form, and they look so temptingly soft I want to run my fingers through his platinum blond locks.

It's stupid and shameful, but when I suddenly feel his mouth gently easing off my neck, I actually have to bite back the words of protest. Why has he stopped—-

Ooooooh.

His fingers have suddenly changed course, and another cry escapes me as my nipples enjoy a man's caress for the very first time. He's tweaking and rolling the sensitive buds between his thumb and forefinger, and he's not being gentle at all about it. Instead, he's doing it with just the right amount of roughness, and when he suddenly pinches my nipples, I also feel his breath caress my ear at the same time as the god spells out a question in my mind—-

You like that?

He pinches my nipples yet again, and I can only gasp and shudder.

Tell me you like it.

I barely manage to shake my head, but this only makes the god's chest rumble behind me in silent mirth.

Grrrr.

A human's feelings is one of the few things in this world that gods have no power over, and so I know I only have myself to blame for the way my body is reacting to every touch of his fingers. This god is too good, dammit. Too, too good, and when he suddenly spins me around—-