My Eros (Modern Cupid and Psyche Dirty)

My nails dig deep into his back as I feel him slowly drive back down, and I can't help but moan as he does it again...but just a little bit harder and deeper this time.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

It's the most exquisite of rhythms that has me clutching his shoulders, and I can only moan anew when the rhythm steadily changes. He's moving faster. Then harder again. And deeper. Deeper and deeper until I feel like he's fucking me all the way to my womb—-

"Kyrios..."

I never thought I'd be the noisy type when having sex. And maybe I'm really not. Except when it's a god fucking me divinely—-

Because really, there's no other word for it.

The way he touches and kisses, the way he's stuffing me and wringing moans and whimpers out of my throat - everything he does to my body is divine, and all I can do is shudder and submit blindly to his mastery.

"Kyrios, kyrios..."

My voice starts coming out in pants, and my hips begin moving desperately on its own. I'm close. So, so close, and as the god's thrusts become rougher and less controlled, I know it's the same for him, too. He's just as close, so, so close—-

The god's mouth latches suddenly to the side of my neck, and just as the mark on my skin burns, it proves to be that last little push both of us need to fall off a sensual cliff. We start to cum, fiercely and simultaneously, my legs winding tightly around his waist as he sucks harder on my neck, and my eyes rolling back as he begins to pump his hot, thick seed into me.

Chapter Twenty-Six

I wake up the next day with the god already making sweet love to me, his mouth hotly suckling my breast while his fingers thrust in and out of me my already-wet core. It takes only a moment for my brain to switch from sleepy to horny, and another moment before he has me writhing and whimpering out loud.

Kyrios, kyrios.

I feel him shudder at the sound of my voice, and then I'm shuddering right alongside him as he rises to his knees and drives his entire length inside of me in a flash. I feel inordinately stuffed all at once, and more so when he deepens his penetration by holding my legs up to his waist.

Our bodies rock and strain against each other, my god fucking me harder and faster with each stroke, and though we both try to make it as last as long as we could, it's next to impossible. We cum almost at the same time, his fingers biting into my ass as I arch up with a sob.

We shower together after that, and even though I try protesting a little, the god still has his way and makes me cum with his mouth on my pussy before finally letting me go so I can change into my uniform.

I can't remember the last time I felt this giddy, and it makes me want so bad to be selfish. This is our first morning-after as a couple, and I wish...I really wish I could pretend everything's normal.

But I can't.

I normally don't need to work up an appetite, but with my breakfast getting colder in the past ten minutes, I know it's pointless to delay the inevitable.

You've been fidgeting for quite a while, moraki mou.

"I need to ask a favor."

If it's about your parents, I already have demigods watching over them.

My jaw drops. I was actually thinking of asking if he could maybe get a couple of local detectives to look after them, but...demigods?

"Seriously?"

They are your parents. Those you value, I value as well.

I reach for one invisible hand across the table and press my lips against his knuckles. "Thank you," I say simply.

You have no need to thank me.

"But..."

I can feel the god smiling as I pull back even while keeping our fingers twined over the table.

"I have another thing to ask."

This is about Lucious.

"Are you testing me?" I ask finally. "Why does it have to be him—-"

There is no one else in the order who I'd trust more than him to help retrieve your memories.

"You have to be exaggerating—-"

He...cares for you.

It's a motivation that others do not possess.

"Oh." I try pulling my fingers out of his hold this time, but instead of letting me go, the god pulls me out of my chair and into his lap.

I trust him, moraki mou, and I trust you.

It's a surprisingly reasonable approach for a god like him, and while I know I should be thankful about it...

"If you're expecting me to be just as reasonable about you and other female members of your order, forget it." His shoulders have already started shaking before I even finish speaking, and I start seeing red.