FLASH

We were back in Cupid's temple on Olympus, sittin on tha edge of his bed. He was gazin inta my eyes, but he looked away from me for a minute, starin up at tha ceilin. I heard a faint buzz of energy, an' realized he was puttin a protective shield around tha temple. No one but tha strongest god or goddess would be able ta get through, an' they'd hafta work at it, givin us plenty of advanced notice.

He looked back at me, smilin, an' his eyes were doin that beautiful shift, shading from grey ta gold. "Now at least we don't have to worry about Bliss landing on top of us at an inopportune moment."

"I love tha kid, but his timin sucks."

"We'll work on that." He stroked my face. "We have a lot of time to teach him manners. That is, if you want to."

"Ya mean if I want ta be another daddy ta him?" Cupid nodded. I could tell that he was a little apprehensive about this. "Aw, Cupe, hell yeah. I told ya I love tha squirt. I love him almost as much as I love his old man." I cocked my head. "Different ways, though."

Cupid laughed an' kissed me lightly. I smiled at him an' licked my lips, an' his eyes got darker, his smile fadin a little. When he kissed me again I opened my mouth an' flicked my tongue out. He met it with his own tongue, an' we began a sorta slow, oral wrestlin match. Thing was, no mattah who ahem got tha upper hand, we were both winnahs.

While we kissed, Cupid's hands roved ovah my torso. He had really clevah fingers from makin all those arrows, I guess, because he was managin ta find all tha fastenins, an' he was gettin them open without slowin down.

As he started ta peel off my top, I started ta work on his harness, gettin tha straps loose, so that I could pull off his quivah. Pretty soon we were both naked to tha waist, an' that gave us both lots of othah things ta keep us occupied.

Cupid wrapped his arms around me an' dropped ovah onta his side, pullin me with him. He kissed his way along my jaw, then sorta latched onta a little patch of skin just below tha curve of my jaw an' started suckin an' bitin it. It wasn't even an official errogenous zone, but he was makin my legs jerk. I could feel it bruising, feel tha blood risin ta

tha surface. Then Cupid gave tha spot a final lick, an' a kiss. He cradled my head in his hands and pulled my face down ta tha same spot on his own neck. I kissed him there, but moved farthah down, ta where his neck curved inta his shoulder. I bit him lightly, then started ta suck an' nibble. He kept runnin his hands through my hair, spikin it even more than usual. He was pressed against me, an' I could feel his cock start ta grow in his leathah breeches, stiffenin against my belly.

When I pulled back his skin was slick with my saliva, an' there was a mark tha color of a ripe cherry. He touched it, then touched the achin spot on my own neck. We would have an official joinin ceremony a few days latah, with all tha family an' a handful of mortal friends ta celebrate an' wish us well, but I count that moment, theamoment we looked at tha marks we'd placed on each othah, ta be tha moment that our life tagethah began.

Cupid pushed me ovah onta my back an' bent ta kiss tha hollow of my throat. He kissed his way down, an' veered ovah ta the right ta lick my right nipple. It stays half erect, with tha ring, but it perked right up ta full pout tha second he touched it. He sucked it inta his mouth, gently tuggin' at tha othah one, an' I squirmed with pleasure.

I had ta touch him, too. I got my hands on his chest an' slid them around till I found his little buds, already firm. Then I tickled an' squeezed, playin with them till they were like pebbles, an' I could feel his breath startin ta hitch.

Then my pants an' boots were gone, an' so were Cupe's. I honestly don't know which wunna us it was who did it. I asked Cupe latah, an' he wasn't sure, eithah. It was just like we were workin as one entity, an' I s'pose that's how it's s'posed ta be--sometimes.

Cupid moved ovah me, stretchin himself along my body. I was hard as a rock, an' I groaned when I felt Cupid's arousal slide against mine. "Oh, fuck, Cupe," I whispered. "I love ya. I love ya so much."

"Love you, too, Strife," Cupid murmured. He moved against me. "I want you so bad. I need you, baby."

Suddenly there was somethin different. I felt a smooth slide as my buttocks moved tagethah with my wigglin. Anothah advantage of bein a god. I had been oiled with a thought. No havin ta fumble around for pots an' jars, just blink! an yer good ta go. I said, "Oo, nice an' warm. Thanks, sweety."

"I still need to help you open up, Strife." He moved off me, then gave my hard cock a lovin squeeze. "Lay on your side and bend your upper leg."

"You don't want...?

"That position will be easiest for your first time. You won't have to worry about staying up, and I won't have to worry about smushing you."

So I turned ovah on my side, an' Cupe moved up behind me. He took hold of my ass, kneadin. I closed my eyes. Any othah times someone had done somethin like that, tha memories had started. It could've been tha nicest, friendliest little grope session evah, but suddenly...

Suddenly it would've been all dark an' cold. It would've been fire, an' blood, an' rippin pain, an' ugly, sneerin faces, an' hateful voices tellin' me how useless I was, even as a whore. An' I would've eithah gone ballistic, or curled up inta a whimperin ball of pain. That didn't happen this time. There was a soft glow in tha room, an' all I felt was warm, an' loved, an' so fuckin good.

Still, when he parted my cheeks, I tensed a little. I couldn't help it. I felt him rubbin little circles at tha small of my back, an' he said, "It's all right, love. No hurry. We can take as much time as you need. Let me help you relax."

My buttocks were spread widah, an' I felt a puff of air across my hole, then a warm, wet touch. I stiffened even more, sayin, "Aw, Cupe. I don't believe this." It was true, though. He licked me slowly, tracin around tha hole, pressing hard enough ta feel tha springy ring of muscle undah tha skin. I was shiverin in ecstasy. Oh, it felt good!

Then tha tip of his tongue came ta rest right at tha center of tha little crinkle, an' he pushed. I whimpahed as his tongue slid inta me. He kept doin it, pullin back an' pushin in deepah, till he was fuckin me with his tongue. I was so hard I coulda pried clams open with my dick.

Then tha tongue was gone, an' somethin slimmer an' longer slid in, probin deepah. When Cupid gripped my hip with one hand, I realized that it was his fingah. It didn't hurt at all, an' I hadn't had time ta get worried, or tense back up. Boom, there is was, up my fundament, an' feelin pretty damn good, lemme tell ya.

He held still, sayin, "Is that all right, Strife?"

I growled, "No. It's too damn still. Move it."

He laughed, an' pumped tha finger back an' forth. I growled again an' tried ta push back at him. "No, wait, hon. I know you're anxious, but really, we don't want to go too fast. Hold on, now, and I'll give you two."

I held my breath as he pulled out, then worked two fingahs inta me. Now I was feelin stretched. I hadn't had anyone, or anything up there since that horrible night, an' I might as well have been cherry, for all tha give my flesh had, but still it didn't hurt.

He stroked his fingahs in an' out, then whispered, "Strife, I'm going to try to find your special spot. Hold on, it may be a little intense."

"I'm not sure I have one, Cupe. Or maybe it just don't work right." I could feel him crookin his fingahs, feelin along tha inner walls of my body. He pushed deepah, an' his fingahtips passed ovah a spot they hadn't touched before, an' I came unglued. If he hadn't been holdin onta me, I swear, I woulda bucked right offa him.

"Strife, are you..." I shoved back at him, wigglin. Cupe didn't laugh, but he had a kinda pleased tone to his voice. "I guess you're all right, then."

"I will be if ya do that again."

"Oh, no. He's going to be demanding." Cupe can do fake agrieved almost as good as I can. "Your wish, and all that."

He did it again. Oh, man! He mighta been tha one with wings, but right then I felt like I could fly, an' if his fingahs felt that good...

I was about ta ask him ta go ahead, but I s'pose great minds think alike, or some shit like that, because he pulled his fingahs out an' moved up close behind me. I felt an even hottah, smoothah touch, somethin broad an' rounded prod my back entrance. He said, "Strife, I love you. Breathe."

I breathed. He pushed. My whole world changed.

I can't explain it ta ya. It's like... like flyin. Ya can't understand what it's like until it's happened ta ya, an' yeah, it's happened ta me. Ya wouldn't believe how strong Cupe is when he's motivated. No, I ain't tellin ya. That's anothah story.

It felt good, yeah. It felt great. But it was also...

Shit. I've nevah been considered profound. I ain't wunna tha gods people pray to for deep, philosophical reasons, 'kay? All I can say is that a hell of a lot more than my body was involved in this.

I'd nevah experienced this act without pain an' terror. Now I felt nothin but Cupid, lovin me. That night when I was raped an' abused, they tore somethin outta me. It left a gapin hole, way deep inside. I hid it as best I could, but it just kept erodin. Day aftah day people would chip or tear away anothah little piece. I'm not sayin they did it on purpose, but it happend. If it had kept goin on, eventually I would have been hollow. Nothin but my skin, coverin a big, empty hurt. Now, all of a sudden, that empty place wasn't there any more. It was filled.

He moved slowly, gently, his strokes long. He reached around an' gripped my cock, strokin me an' whisperin in my ear. He told me how long he'd loved me, how long he'd wanted ta do this, how he'd been afraid that I'd run, an' he'd nevah have anothah chance.

I didn't realize I was cryin till he reached up ta touch my face, and said, "Baby! Oh, damn, I didn't mean..."

He started ta pull away, but I reached back an' grabbed at him. "Don't ya stop, Cupe! Ya beautiful, dumb blonde, aintcha ever heard of tears of joy? Don't stop."

An' he didn't. He kept movin inside me, an tha pleasure kept buildin. Finally he said, "I can't hold it anymore."

"Don't. Give it ta me, Cupe."

He groaned, an I felt tha first hot gush. That did it. I came, too. I felt like I'd nevah, evah had a climax before, or that I was experincin all that I'd evah had all ovah again.

When it was ovah he turned me on my back an' kissed tha wet tracks on my cheeks. I think I surprised him when I gave him a big grin, but he smiled back. I kissed him back, put my arms around him, an said, "If ya don't marry me, I'm sicin' Ma on ya."

He almost fell off tha bed laughin.

So we got married, an I pretty much live at his place. I make token appearances at my temple.

We had a nice committment ceremony. Ya shoulda seen tha look on Gabrielle an Xena's faces when we zapped them inta Hera's temple for tha wingding. Hercules an' Iolaus took it bettah. I guess stupified an' silent can be considered bettah than surprised an' mouthy.

It was good that we did it when we did, because Joxer had his baby just a coupla days aftah. No, ya ain't findin out what it was. Maybe some othah time. Nyah.

Tha last of this story? Oh, yeah. That happened this mornin--three weeks aftah tha wedding.

We got anothah Bliss attack in bed. That holdin spell on his bedroom ain't workin too well. Maybe if we just make it so it lets him out at a certain time...

Where was I? Sorry, bein a daddy can be distractin sometimes. An' that's what this is about, too.

So, Bliss torpedoed us again. We was wrestlin, like we usually do. He was gigglin, an he said, "Can I listen to your tummy?"

"Ah, geez, kid, I dunno. I'm feelin a little queasy taday. Why ya wanna do that?"

"Cause I had a dream last night."

Cupid looked at him, then looked at me. I said. "Sure. Go ahead, squirt."

He laid his head on my belly, turnin his ear to me, an got real still. He got this really, really intent look on his face. Then he looked up at me an sorta petted my tummy. "Is it all right if I still come in your bed in the morning if I'm really, really careful?"

I bent down an' looked him right in tha eyes. "Bliss, baby boy, what did ya dream about last night?"

He smiled sweetly, placed his hand on my belly, an said, "Bump, bump, bump."

I'm kinda proud of myself that I didn't faint. I did throw up, but then again, mornin' sickness is a bitch.

The End