"Are you sure you're ready for this, Strife?"

"I told ya, Cupe, yeah."

"But I don't want to hurt you."

"Look, I talked ta Ace, 'kay? He says there shouldn't be any problem, an' tha longah we wait, tha more trouble it will be. Don'tcha wanna do it?"

"I've never done anything like this before, baby. What if I stick it in wrong?"

"Oh, heck. There's really only one way ta do it, Feathahs. Now, c'mon. Ya know it makes our sex life bettah. Ya missed it, didn't ya?"

"Well, yes. But shouldn't you do it?"

"It'll be sexier if ya help."

He thought about this, then smiled. "You're right. And I have a surprise for you, too." He offered me a tiny heart shaped box. I took it an' opened it. I think I cooed. There, nestled in white satin, were two thin open gold hoops with a tiny pearl drop hangin from each one. Cupid grinned. "Heph made those for me. The mortals don't realize that he's just as good with delicate jewelry as he is with lethal weapons."

I picked up tha rings and watched tha light sparkle off tha pearls. Then I handed them ta Cupid an' flashed my shirt off, layin back on tha bed. "Do me, lover."

He reclined beside me. He licked his thumb an' forefingah, then pinched my left nipple softly. He stroked an' rubbed, smearin tha warm wetness, till tha flesh peaked. He felt carefully, then bent tha hoop open slightly an' slid tha end through tha tiny piercin. Once it was firmly seated he welded tha hoop closed with a tiny flash of power. Then he paused ta admire it. He hooked a fingah in tha loop an' gave it a gentle tug. "How does that feel?"

"Ummm..."

He laughed. "Me, too. Now for the other one." This time he leaned ovah an' licked tha right nipple till it, too, peaked. I cradled tha back of his head, my cock startin ta rise at tha sweet attention. "Bite, lover," I whispered. My nipples weren't quite so sensitive now that Imp was hardly nursin anymore, an' I'd missed some of tha rougher sex play I'd enjoyed with Cupe.

Cupid scraped his teeth over tha erect bud, then nibbled it. I groaned an' rolled toward him, thrustin my hard-on against his belly. He laughed an' pushed me back flat. "Wait. I'll lose the other ring. Hold on. You're nice and erect here, it will be easy..." He had tha second ring in an' sealed in a moment. "There." Now he sucked tha ring inta his mouth an' let his tongue play over an' around it.

When he looked back up at me I was breathin hard. I said hoarsely. "When's Psyche s'posed ta bring Bliss back?"

"Not for another hour." I cut a glance toward Imp's room, an' Cupe took my chin in his hand, turnin' me back ta look at him. "We have time, Strife." He kissed me an' pushed his hand down the front of my pants. "We'll make time."

*sigh* Ya gotta love a man who has his priorities straight.

"Scuse me, mistah," I whispahed. "But are those things in yer way? Lemme help." I flashed off tha rest of my clothes.

"You're so thoughtful--that's what I love about you." He ran a hand down my belly an' stopped, cuppin his hand ovah my cock. "Of course, I'm pretty fond of this." I was already half-hard, an' getting hardah. He rubbed a circle. "Mmm. Looks like you love me, too." He bit my chin gently. "I can't decide if I want to fuck you, or if I want you to fuck me."

"Why decide? We're married, Blondie."

He studied me, smiling. "Think you can hold out long enough to manage it?"

I slapped his chest, then pinched his nipples. "Awright, that's a challenge."

"Flip you for who goes first?"

"Check. There's a dinar ovah..." *grab* *flip* "Hey!" I was face-down on tha bed all of a sudden, with Cupid crawlin up on toppa me. "Who said you could go first?"

I felt tha slickness of oil in my ass, an' then Cupid's fingah was rubbin around tha hole. "Well, if you really object..." He slid one fingah slowly inside me.

"N-o-o, I think I can stand waitin a little bit." He pumped in an' out. "'Specially if ya keep doin that."

"Well, how about if I do this instead?" He added a second fingah, crooked 'em, an' found my special spot.

I jerked. "Oh, yah, I can deal with that. I can deal with lots an' lots of that." He kept doin it, an' pretty soon I was humpin against tha sheets. "Cupe, I'm lovin it, but get yer cock in there, pronto. This is supposed ta be a fuckin contest, not a diddlin contest."

He laughed, an' pulled out. He looped an arm around my waist an' hoisted me onta my hands an' knees. I spread my legs even farthah, an' he settled in, enterin me with one smooth, long stroke. I crooned. "Ooo, ya sweet thang."

He bit my shouldah. "You're the sweet one, baby. You're all honey inside."

"Gawd, I love it when we get soppy. Fuck me, Flyboy."

He did--magnificently, I must say. *sigh* I feel kinda sorry for anyone who's nevah been screwed by my sweetie. (Don't get any ideas, though. I'd be perfectly happy ta sew up any so favahed orifice. What? My rep ain't ALL bullshit, ya know.)

Cupe stroked inta me hard an' fast, hittin tha sweet spot ovah an' ovah. He held my hip with one hand an' reached undah me ta grip my hard-on. It was great. When I pushed back I spiked myself deepah on his beautifl cock, an' when I surged forward inta his hand he gave me a sqeeze. It was hard ta decide what was bettah, so I tried both again an' again an' again an'... Ya get the idea.

I felt myself getting close ta tha edge, so I bore down, squeezin' his cock with my internal muscles. He growled, speedin up both his hip an' hand action. There mighta been maybe a split second between when we each climaxed, but I couldn't tell ya exactly who went first. I was too damn occupied ta be keepin score. I just know that I was fillin his hand while he was fillin my ass.

We both collapsed, pantin, sticky an' sweaty. Aftah a minute he moved offa me, then pulled me ovah inta his arms. I snuggled against him, playin with his still stiff nipples. He chuckled. "Who won?"

"We both did."

"Yeah."