My Eros (Modern Cupid and Psyche Dirty)

Please don't do this if you're going to leave me again—-

I won't.

I can't bear you making a fool of me for the second time—-

Never again, moraki mou.

Stop calling me that. I'm not your baby—-

But you are that. You have always been that in my eyes,

and I only left because I thought it would be better for you.

It wasn't!

I know that now, moraki mou. I'm sorry.

Damn right you should be.

I truly thought I was doing the right thing.

After what your parents have suffered,

I didn't think you'd ever want to share your life with a god again.

You were different, damn you.

I strike his chest repeatedly, but he makes no move to stop me, and it's this gentleness of him that threatens to break me.

He really is like no other god, and it's this difference of him that I find so frighteningly irresistible. I've only known him for days. Mere days, for heaven's sake, and yet already he's made me cry and feel a thousand other things I never thought I'd ever feel for the divine.

Moraki mou...

Shame and pleasure wars inside of me as I feel my toes curl at the way he keeps calling me his little baby. I can live with secretly cherishing these little endearments, but with our bodies plastered against each other, I also know it's impossible for the god not to feel my response to his words.

And I hate it, dammit.

He already has too much leverage as it is, and—-

Does your wound still hurt?

The question catches me off guard. I've actually forgotten about the whole stabbing incident, but now that he's mentioned it, another memory resurfaces, and I feel the god's arms around me tighten when a shiver slithers down my spine.

What is it?

Fear makes me speak between clenched teeth. "I suddenly remember the nightmare I had a while ago. It's why...it's why I accidentally ended up summoning you."

A sound penetrates my mind, one that's heavy with regret.

You will never have such a problem again, moraki mou.

I will teach you other ways to call me,

and you need not worry about the debt that comes with such a summon—-

I find myself shaking my head, realizing the god has gotten it all wrong. "I'm not worried about that, and while I'll definitely welcome having another way to summon you...that isn't what's bothering me either. It's something else—-" Red eyes suddenly flash in my mind, and I instinctively recoil.

What's wrong?

The god's voice is taut with tension.

"The person who stabbed me in the club—-" I'm about to tell the god that it's the same man in my nightmares, but I forget about this when he cuts me off to say—-

I'm sorry I failed to protect you yet again.

I hesitate for a moment. Now's probably as good a time as any to tell him about Nia's suspicions and ask for his help. But because I also know that this would effectively spoil this really nice moment between us—-

I hope you've learned your lesson then, I hear myself say lightly. If you want to keep me safe, then you must never leave—-

Shit.

The door suddenly opens, and I hear the god chuckle as I quickly roll off him in a panic.

Nia turns to me with a guilty look. "Did I wake you?"

I rub my eyes groggily even though I feel silly for playacting. "No, no..." I abruptly cut my words short and barely manage to keep myself from yelping as I feel the god's hands slip under my school-issued nightgown to cover my breasts.

Nia frowns. "You okay?"

I manage to fake a yawn even as I quickly pull the covers all the way up to my neck. "I'm...fine." The last word comes out a little shaky with the god suddenly squeezing my breasts. Hard.

Nia looks at me oddly. "You're sure?"

"Stop worrying." It's a struggle to keep my voice even as the god starts rubbing my nipples between his fingers. "I'm really fine." And oh sweet Greek heavens, he's now tweaking my nipples, and it's all I can do not to writhe and moan.

"Just let me know if you need anything." Nia reaches for her eye mask. "Night, dude."

"Night."

I barely finish speaking when the god flips me around, and then his mouth is there—-

Aaaah.

My eyes squeezes shut as he begins to suck on my nipple, and a thought starts echoing repeatedly in my mind.

It's so good. So, so good. It's so good.

The pleasure builds, and it's all I can do not to buckle and moan.

It's so good. So, so good. It's so good.

I know I can't make a sound. I mustn’t. My roommate is just a few feet away, and I don't want her thinking I'm so horny I can't help but pleasure myself even with another person around. But oh sweet Greek heavens, how do I control myself when the way he's sucking on my nipple is so, so good—-