My Eros (Modern Cupid and Psyche Dirty)

We will find a way to make amends and honor his passing.

You have my word.

My mind tells me it's the best we can do, but my heart disagrees. A part of me will always blame myself for everyone that Cen has killed. But because I also know Eros isn't lying when he says he'll also hold himself accountable every time he sees me in pain—-

I close my eyes and lift my head, knowing that he'll understand what I'm asking even without the words.

And so he does.

His lips brush against mine as he gently urges me to lie back, and a gasp slips past my lips when I feel his hands run down the length of my body. I'm naked in a blink, and when he moves on top of me, the muscular body that presses against my own is just as bare.

My lips part under his as I wrap my arms around his neck, and although the kiss starts soft and tender, it gets a little harder and wilder with every mating stroke of our tongues. Deeper and faster with every catch of our breath. Any attempt at control fades, and need completely takes over as the sound of our pants fill the room.

Our bodies rock against each other, closer and closer, but it's just not enough, and I can't help rubbing my breasts against his chest and grinding my soft core against his already-engorged cock. I want more. I need more. And just as I start to writhe, he enters me without warning, his thick, long cock plowing into my most intimate depths.

And it's just like before.

Every pulsating inch of his erection fills me, and there's just not the smallest space in my core that his arousal hasn't claimed. Being stuffed is a phrase that used to mean something simple and benign, but after sex with my god—-

This is all I can think about.

The moist and sensitive walls of my vagina quivering as they stretch to accommodate his massive and rigid cock-—

This is what it means to be stuffed.

And when he starts to move, oh sweet Greek shit—-

I feel like I'm committing a sin as all thoughts flee, and my hands helplessly roam his muscular chest. I feel like I'm asking for heaven's punishment when my body arches up as Eros starts pounding into me, and my legs snake restlessly around his .

The part of me that's still lost in grief and guilt - it's telling me this is wrong.

But it's too late.

My mind has long ceased to function, and I've become a slave to the burgeoning heat of his passion. When the god suddenly turns me around and pulls me up on all fours, I don't even question it - all I can do is moan and shudder as he thrusts back into me from behind.

Fear skitters down my spine even as my body tingles with anticipation when I feel Eros grab hold of my hair. He's never taken me like this before, but when he pulls out and slams back into me again, our new positions allowing his shaft to penetrate me far, far deeper than he used to—-

"Kyriooooos."

I cry the word out over and over as he shoves in and out of me while gripping my hair. He's fucking me like an animal, and although I know it doesn't sound right - I realize this is exactly what we both need.

It has to be this raw. This savage. It has to be the two of us rutting rather than making love because only this will make both of us forget the things we feel guilty and blame ourselves for.

This alone can remind us that at the end of the day—-

This is what matters.

Him and me.

Together.

For better or for worse.

And so I close my eyes and just let go.

My hips start moving on its own as I strive to meet his thrusts, and his balls begin to slap more loudly against my ass. I no longer make any attempt to control the way my breasts jiggle and sway in the air, and it fucking pay dividends as I hear - I literally hear Eros groan just before he reaches forward to cup my breast with his free hand.

He squeezes my flesh hard, and I moan, loving the pain and pleasure of his touch. He pinches my nipples, and when my hips buck wildly against his groin, the hand gripping my hair tightens—-

And then he's twisting my head to the side, and just as his tongue dives inside my mouth, his cock starts ramming into me—-

Just short, rapid-fire thrusts—-

And it's so, so divinely fast that I can only scream his name—-

"Eros!"

Spasms of pleasure rock my body, and still he hammers into me in that fucking divine way of his. It's too much, it's just too, too much, but just as my eyes start to roll back, I feel his big body stiffen—-