10 comments/ 40600 views/ 18 favorites Eros the Revealer By: dr_mabeuse If Lexi Mariner hadn't been so drunk she never would have set the cupid trap and never would have caught the cupid, but she had been drunk—slurry and piss-on-the-world drunk—and her friend Jenna the self-styled Witch hadn't wanted to talk to her on the phone at 11:30 PM about what Lexi should do with Ross Endicot, not when Lexi was in one of her moods, and not since she'd already told Lexi a hundred times that she was an idiot to go after Ross just for his money, and she especially didn't want to talk to Lexi because Jenna was already setting a cupid-trap of her own. Lexi had been in the kitchen of her high-rise condo, leaning against the sink and drinking wine out of a hand-blown glass the size of a grapefruit. "Cupid trap?" Lexi asked into the phone. "What kind of bullshit is that, Jenna? You're crazy as shit, you know that?" "Then leave me alone and go to bed, Lexi." "No." The rest of her condo was dark and empty and she didn't want to face it, so she was stubborn. "Tell me. What's a cupid trap?" She walked unsteadily into the living room and looked out at the city below. She had a great view and talking to her friends from this height always made her feel superior and above them all, even when she was staggering drunk. Jenna sighed. "It's an old superstition, just a tangle of red thread you set up in a room the night before Valentine's day with some little toys and candy. Then when cupid flies through your room his plans get caught in it and you dream about your true love." "True love?" Lexi asked. The notion struck her as so pitifully quaint that she couldn't even laugh. "What? Do you put some posies in your pantaloons too? Is cupid like Santa Claus now? Flies through your windows or something? Jenna, you're so full of shit, you should have been a lawyer." "No, thanks, Lexi. I'll leave that to you. Anyhow it's just a superstition, something you do, like hanging stockings on Christmas." "I don't hang stockings on Christmas, baby, I wear them. And did I tell you what Carri told me that Ross said about my legs?" "Lexi, I have to go." "Go?" Lexi pouted, but Jenna had been trying to scrape her off the phone for the last half hour and she wasn't getting any satisfaction out of talking to her. "Sure, Jenna. Go set up your trap, and happy cupid-hunting, honey. Maybe you'll dream about that copy-machine guy you told me about. Hey, what is it with you and men with dirty hands anyhow?" "Good night, Lexi." "Does it turn you on or something? Because you know Ross has this stable full of vintage sports cars—" Click. Lexi stared at the phone. "Bitch." She scrolled through her speed dial index looking for someone else to call, but she'd pretty much used up all her available friends. The wine was almost gone too, and her plan to force Ross into calling her by not calling him had turned into a total bust. She thought about calling him now and hanging up, just for the malicious joy of waking him, but he probably had caller ID and would figure out it had been her. She glided through her condo in drunken boredom, then put the wine glass in the dishwasher and threw the empty bottle in the trash. The gourmet kitchen was immaculate. Lexi never cooked. She went into the living room and picked up the remote and clicked through the channels on the plasma screen, but there was nothing on, so she turned it off and went in the bathroom, brushed her teeth and combed out her red hair, then went into the bedroom and still pouting, slipped off her robe and climbed into bed. In five minutes she was up, though, and digging through her knitting supplies. What the hell? she thought. The knitting had been a fad, and she hadn't been any better at it than she was at any other craft she'd tried. The yarn wasn't pure red, more of a burgundy, but she took it into the spare bedroom she used as a home office and started pulling the yarn from the skein, letting it pile up on the floor. No, that wasn't right, something told her. That was just a mess of yarn. She picked it up and tied one end to a bookend, then began to string the yarn back and forth across the room, from the computer desk to the daybed, and from there to the old Herman Miller chair that no longer matched her living room décor—up to the bookshelf and down to the Ficus, then around the chair and back and forth, growing dizzy and giggly as she wove a web in the room, going back and forth till the yarn was all used up and Lexi was br4eathless and strangely excited. She realized that she was trapped in the web she'd created, and had to crawl and wiggle her way out in her tee-shirt and panties as the yarn tickled her bare arms and legs. Out in the hallway once again, though, she felt suddenly let down and foolish, and she realized she had no candy or toys to leave in the room. She reached into her panties and pulled out a few pubic hairs and sprinkled them on the floor, then closed the door and went to bed. She had a big day tomorrow with a client tomorrow and the Ross was taking her out for dinner. If Cupid got stuck in there she didn't want him waking her up. ***** She was in too much of a rush in the morning to even remember the trap, nor did the discrete hearts and cupids at the law office do much to remind her. Ross sent a beautiful bouquet of flowers, and it was only then that she remembered clambering around between the stretched strands of yarn in her home office and how silly it had been. She's have to take all that down and straighten up before she invited him up for drinks, but she'd do that after she changed out of her work clothes. As she walked back to her bedroom she passed the closed door and felt a twinge of embarrassment, and then she heard a thump. A loud thump. Something was in there—something big. She knew it in the pit of her stomach and the bottom of her throat. The fine hairs stood up on the back of her arms. Another bump, and a scraping sound, a muttered word that sounded like "Shit!" from behind the closed door. Lexi didn't scare easily and now she was too astonished to be afraid. She grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open, and there, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room, covered in burgundy yarn, was Cupid. Well, she assumed he was Cupid. He was probably the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life, with intensely blue eyes and sun-bronzed skin and a head of deliciously wild, jet black curls. He was wearing one of those Greek-style togas that hung from one shoulder and ended in a kind of short skirt, and had the body of an Adonis. A bow and quiver of arrows lay next to him and he was glaring at her with a mixture of anger and god-like intensity that all but stopped her heart. "Happy, now?" he asked her. She opened and closed her mouth several times, then asked, "Who the fuck are you?" Rather than answer he unfolded a pair of enormous, white-feathered wings from his back—wings so wide they almost touched the far walls of the bedroom—and flapped them with a sensual, powerful stroke. Lexi felt the breeze on her face and detected a wonderfully erotic, subtly masculine odor, something richer and more primal than cologne. His wings lifted him gently off the ground a foot or two, and then spread wide, the feathers fanning to cushion himself as he fell gently back to the floor. Lexi stared. "Oh my God!" she said. "I don't fucking believe it! You're Cupid!" "I'm Eros," he corrected as the wings disappeared into his back. "The Greek original. Cupid's a Latin upstart. Or maybe I should say I'm an Eros, because there's a lot of us, you know. Love has many faces and takes many forms. I'm Eros Ektheto." "But how'd you get in here? Don't tell me that stupid trap—" "That stupid trap worked just fine," he said bitterly. "I don't know how you did it, but you wove it with real desire, so you caught me. Congratu-fucking-lations. Now there's going to be a shitload of mortals who don't get what they need because of you and your fucking trap." "Nice mouth," she said. "Do all you cupids talk like that?" "Eros!" he corrected. "And do all you women talk like you? We talk like we talk. You want harp music and schmaltz? Call Aphrodite. I'm Eros, honey—sexual desire. I know how you humans talk when I get a hold of you, so keep your hearts and flowers. I'm serious fucking business—excuse the pun—and you've screwed it up." Lexi stared at him. Most of the yarn was still stretched in taut lines across the room, so she couldn't imagine how he got in there. "Stand up," she said. "Let me get a look at you." Eros Ektheto got to his feet. He was absolutely, heart-stoppingly gorgeous. His skin was a kind of honey-bronze and he was muscular in a sculptural way—beautifully defined but not bulging. He was (and she hated to even say it to herself) built like a Greek God, yet even more impressive was the aura he gave off of pure, potent, masculine sexuality. As boyish as he looked, he seemed to exude some intoxicating male musk that smelled like sunshine and sea-water and darker, more mysterious and earthy things. It was a scent that made her nostrils flare and set her heart to racing. She felt as if the very air hummed around him with a delicious sexual threat that sent a strange thrill through her chest and made her warm between her legs. She realized she was staring at him, and he was staring back in a way that showed he was amused by her fascination. To break the spell she asked, "What happened to your wings?" It was the only thing she could think to say. He knew she was non-plussed now, and it pleased him. "They're there when I need them," he said, and turned his perfectly sculpted back to her and hunched those broad shoulders slightly. Lexi watched spellbound as a pair of magnificent wings emerged from his back, covered in white feathers. They opened in a most impressive and regal arc, filling the room and making him look like some radiant angel of sex.. The aura of sexual potency was so great that it made her take a step back and put her hand over her heart, as if protecting it. He was real, all right. He was standing right there in the middle of her web of burgundy yarn, just radiating sexual power. Lexi laughed with disbelief, then shook her head, then laughed again. "This is too incredible!" she said. "So I caught you. Now what? Do you have to grant me a wish or something?" His lowered his wings and they disappeared into his back again. "You must have me mixed up with the tooth fairy," he said. "I'm a god of sexual desire. I don't do wishes." "Then what do you do? Shoot me with one of your arrows? Shoot someone else I want?" He laughed. "You wish. No, it doesn't work that way. If you'd ever been in love you'd at least know that much. Besides, with a heart your size, I'd probably miss." Lexi's face grew red, but she kept her temper. He stared at her for a moment, then smiled knowingly. Lexi had the feeling her mind had been picked. "You're trying to figure out some way to make money off me, aren't you?" he asked. "That's just what they told me to expect. You don't even know what desire is, do you?" She took an angry step forward. "Hey, I wouldn't be where I was today if it wasn't for desire. I've worked plenty hard to get everything I wanted. I know all about desire, my friend." "No, not that kind of desire. Not coveting and material greed. I mean sexual desire. You don't know a thing about it, otherwise you wouldn't be on my list." "What list?" "As I said, there's a lot of different types of sexual desire and we work in different ways. I'm Eros Ektheto—Love the Revealer—I show people what they are. I get the tough cases—hard bitches like you. No offense." That was too much and Lexi's eyes flashed. She pointed a finger at him through the tangle of yarn, leaning forward like she was grilling a witness in court. "You watch your mouth, or I'll jam you back into your lamp or wherever they keep you fairy assholes." He smiled. "Those are geniis. You trapped me but I still have my mission to carry out. Tonight's when you find out what your real desires are, what you're really like inside." "Bull. Shit." she said. "I know exactly what my desires are and who I am inside, and I know it better than some flying fruit in a god damned toga." "A chiton," he corrected. "Togas are Roman. This is a chiton." "Oh who the fuck cares? Just get out of here. If you don't have any free wishes or anything for me, what good are you?" He laughed. "Yeah. That's a problem, isn't it? But don't you have a big date with Ross Endicot tonight? Mr. Moneybags? Something at his country club? Shouldn't you be getting ready?" Lexi slapped her head. "Holy hell, you're right!" She stared at him. "How did you know that? Oh, never mind! Just get out of here, would you? I don't have time for this. What do I have to do to release you?" "It's too late," he said. "I was supposed to do my work last night while you were sleeping, but you fucked that up with your trap. Now you're stuck with me." "What do you mean, 'stuck with you'?" "I have a job to do, and I intend to do it," he said. "You set that trap for a reason, because you wanted me here, and now here I am and here I stay. You're going to meet your destiny tonight, Lexi, and see your true nature. You're going to be revealed to yourself." Lexi glared at him. "Don't fuck with me, mister. I'm already in love with a great guy who happens to be rich as Croesus, and he's coming to pick me up in an hour, so Eros or not, I want your ass out of here. Go back to Mount Olympus or wherever you fairies go, but don't try to fuck this up for me. When I come back, I want you gone." "You don't love this guy," he said. "You don't even like him." Furiously, she reached in to pull the door closed, and Eros Ektheto said, "Hey, Lexi?" She paused to look at him and saw him lift a finger and the entire web of yarn collapsed around him like soggy spaghetti. He smirked. "You fake!" she shouted. "You weren't even trapped!" "Oh yes I was," he said. "And still am. Now you run along and have a good time, and don't worry about me. And if you want me, you can just call me Theto." "Asshole is more like it," she said. He shrugged, then turned around and stretched lazily as if getting ready for bed, and Lexi's eyes were drawn to his ass. She couldn't see much given that silly little skirt-thing he was wearing, but Lexi liked male asses, and she just knew he had a gorgeous one. She showered in a huff, irritated and furious but strangely accepting of the fact that she had Cupid trapped in her spare room. He'd said things that were too true to doubt, and that, even more than his wings or miraculous appearance, was what convinced her. He knew the truth and that was annoying, like having a kid brother staying with her who knew all her secrets and might start blabbing at any time. But this was a big date with Ross. She'd be accompanying him to a Valentine's Dance at his country club that was really just a cover for him to pitch some big investors for his next project, and she knew she had to make a perfect impression. She dressed and brushed her hair and finished her makeup and jewelry in such a frenzy that she forgot all about Eros Ektheto until the doorman buzzed to tell her Ross was in the lobby, and then she realized there was no way she could invite him up for a drink as she'd planned, not with that weird winged thing in her spare room, so she told Ross she'd be right down. She rode down in the elevator trying desperately to slip into her sexy, flirtatious persona, the one she wore for Ross, but it didn't quite fit. It was like trying to get into her old girl scout uniform and no matter how she tried to ignore them, Theto's words kept ringing in her head. She knew he was right—she didn't really love Ross—but what bothered her was: so what? What she felt for him was close enough. Money would take care of the rest. She felt better when she walked into the lobby and saw him standing there. He was a good-looking guy, sheer alpha male, and he had a dream job heading up a consortium that built time-share condos and resorts in exotic locations. Lexi had met him when he used her law firm to transfer some of his assets before his last divorce, so she knew exactly what he was worth and that he had no children, and his two ex-wives weren't getting a tenth of what they should have been getting. There was still plenty there for her if she played her cards right. Ross was leaving for Djakarta in a few days and so this had to be the night she hit him with her best shot—Valentine's Day, just perfect. Or maybe not so perfect. There seemed to be something a bit off from the start, Was Ross just distracted, or was he actually something of a boor? When he looked at her in her little black dress, he didn't seem to be admiring her as much as evaluating her, checking to see if she'd make the right impression. And shouldn't he have helped her into the limo instead of letting the driver do it? He smiled at her, but it was a polite and rather brittle smile, and the first thing he said to her wasn't that she looked lovely, but that he thought her necklace might be a "bit much for this crowd. They can tell real from fake." It was obvious that Ross was entirely more interested in this function as a fund-raiser than as an opportunity for romance, and, worse, it slowly dawned on Lexi that she was to be no more than Ross's arm candy—a bimbo. "No politics and no religion, and in fact try to say as little as possible," he told her as the limo swept up the drive to the country club. "A lot of these people are Japanese or from Taiwan, and even I can't tell the little bastards apart, so don't you try. Just stand there and smile and look beautiful and serene. One thing about these Asians is they all like American ass, especially blondes and redheads, so just stand there and look gorgeous and if they stare at you, let them. In fact, if I squeeze your hand during an introduction, I want you to bow like they do, and bow low enough so they can see some tit. Got it, honey?" He winked at her. Lexi fumed, but she didn't say anything, She was a beautiful woman and a junior partner at her law firm and she had no intention of acting Ross's ornament, but once they were in the party and Ross started making introductions and talking business, the sums of money she heard bandied about just took her breath away, and she kept her mouth shut and hid in her drink. The room was decorated with cupids and red and silver Mylar streamers, but Lexi couldn't help but think how pitiful and wrong they were now that she'd seen the real thing, and after she'd had enough champagne, she imagined she saw Theto hovering above the elaborate fountain that dominated the room, smirking at her. She looked again, and he was gone, but scanning the room she saw him sitting at a table, head on his hand, gazing at her, and this time there was no doubt. He was still wearing his little Greek skirt and seemed very amused. She was pretty drunk by now, but knew instinctively that no one else could see him. She resisted the temptation to walk over and confront him, maybe give his bare nipple a little twist just to see what he'd do, and instead just raised her drink in mock salute. "Fuck you buddy," she murmured into her champagne. "I'll show you something about love once this stupid party is over. Old Ross won't know what hit him." "Won't he?" Theto said back. "I think you're in for a surprise." Lexi shook out her long red hair and handed her empty glass to a waiter, then grabbed a full one and turned her back on Theto. It was tough. Ross wouldn't dance and wouldn't take her someplace where they could be alone. Instead it was, "Lexi, meet Mr. Takamura", "Lexi, meet Mr. Chen", "Lexi, meet Mr. and Mrs. Lee. Mrs. Lee was just saying how much she admires your shoes." Eros the Revealer By the time the party dragged to an early and disappointingly sober end, Lexi herself was drunk, disgusted, and almost happy that Theto was still hovering in the air behind them as they left. She was grateful for the company. Obviously he could read her mind and communicate without speaking, for as he hovered behind her and just out of range, he said, "Nothing." I beg your pardon? she thought. "You were wondering what I wear under my chiton. The answer is: nothing." Lexi blushed and let Ross help her into her coat. She leaned heavily against him as he walked her outside, and she let herself fall against him in the limo, pressing her breasts against him and sliding her hand inside his shirt. She was well aware that Theto was reclining on the trunk of the car, impervious to the falling sleet, peeking openly into the rear window. "Let's go back to your place," Lexi said brazenly, playing with his hair and licking his ear, putting on a show for Theto. "Can't," Ross said. "I'm letting some clients use it. How about your place?" Lexi stared at him—how sleazy! She could imagine what Ross's "clients" were doing there—and then at the supercilious satisfaction on Theo's impassive face. So maybe Ross was a bit of a sleaze. He was still rich as hell. "Sure," Lexi said. She doubted now that Theto was going to make any trouble, and in fact, she fully intended to show him a trick or two. "And I'm going to fuck your brains out, Mr. Endicot!" She reached down for his crotch and felt the soggy log of his penis through the expensive wool suit. If there was one thing Lexi knew about, it was how to get a man aroused, and there was nothing like a little head in a limo to do it. She grasped his dick and felt it start to harden and she leaned against him to lick his ear and press her tits against him, and just then his cell phone rang. Ross stiff-armed her away and got out his phone. "Yes?" Lexi burned. She was aware of Theto's eyes through the back window, and so, not to be deterred, she reached back into Ross's lap and began to beat him off through his trousers with single-minded determination. Ross tried to stop her as he talked, then actually slapped her hand away as if she were a naughty dog. Outside she heard Theto laugh. Ross finished his call by the time they got to her apartment—something about the party and how much money he'd raised—and Lexi was determined not to lose her temper. As they pulled into her drive he finally let Lexi kiss him as he slid his hand up her dress and fondled her pussy. He played with her as if she was an abacus and he was adding sums. She dragged Ross out of the limo and upstairs, and in the elevator he did come alive, trading tongues with her, but Lexi could almost hear the adding machine whirling in his brain as he went over the night's figures. Theto was there somewhere—either on top of the car or hovering invisibly in the air or somewhere. She could feel his amusement like the Cheshire cat's smile "Screw that!" she said aloud as she led him into her place. Theto was already there of course, sitting in a chair across from the big sofa as if ready to watch some television. Lexi got Ross's coat off and pushed him down into the sofa and didn't even ask him if he wanted a drink or would like to take his coat off. She just threw herself on top of him, pushing him down on his back and lying on top of him, kissing him deeply as she opened her legs around his thigh and started humping him with shameless insistence, showing him what she wanted in no uncertain terms. Ross didn't object. He seemed slightly surprised, but Lexi's sexual assault quickly had its effect, and he chuckled in his throat as she kissed him, the laugh of a man who knows women can't stay away from him. He reached down and worked her skirt up around her waist as she kissed him, then grabbed her buttocks through her sheer panties, squeezing them and using them like handles to rub her pussy up and down against his muscular thigh. At last she was getting some response, she thought, and she swirled her tongue around in his mouth like a Mixmaster, trying to whip his desire into a froth. She was quite aware that Eros Ektheto was sitting not ten feet away staring at her, and she was determined to show him that she knew all there was about making love—was world class, in fact—and for that she needed Ross red hot, a moaning mass of quivering male desire begging for relief under her expert ministrations. Strangely enough, Theto's presence seemed to inflame her in a way she hadn't anticipated. She'd never been watched before and she'd never dreamed she might be an exhibitionist, but there was something about being observed at her most slutty and blatantly sexual that aroused her terribly. Maybe it as because she knew that Theto was some sort of fantasy or imaginary creature and what he saw would stay a secret, but when Ross got his fingers under the crotch of her panties and began to stroke her naked pussy, she moaned with even more excitement than she felt and raised her ass and lifted one knee so that her captive Cupid could see right up the top of her dark stockings to where his fingers played against her naked feminine crease. She was entirely shaved except for a little decorative patch in front and she knew she had a beautiful pussy—she knew it because men had told her—but she'd never shown it off this way—so lewdly, his strong fingers opening her labia—and it was terribly dirty and exciting as she felt the tip of his finger penetrate her. Ross pulled the front of her dress down and her bra with it, and as he closed his eyes and began to nurse on her tits, Lexi shot a look over at Theto and was pleased to see the front of his little skirt tented high over a massive erection. So she was hot enough even to give the god of love a boner. Eat your heart out, Tinkerbell! she thought. She smiled and grabbed Ross's hair and pulled his head against her tits, ground her pussy down around his finger and looked down and watched her millionaire lover sucking at her nipples like a famished child. Men were so easy. "Oh yes," she moaned. "Suck them, Ross! Suck my tits, baby!" She twined her fingers in his hair and pulled him tighter to her breast. Ross's hands went to the top of his head and he let her swollen nipples slip from his mouth. "Easy, baby! Easy! That's my good piece!" No wonder she'd felt his scalp move. The fact that he wore a toupee stopped her for a moment, but not for long, and soon she redoubled her efforts, leaning on the sofa now as she shoved her tits against his face and slid her hand down between them, reaching for his cock. Theto was staring at them intently, and that smirk was still on his face, but as she spread her legs and worked her hand against Ross in such a way that she was rubbing both his dick and her pussy at the same time, she saw Theto's shaft twitch beneath the fabric of his chiton but as gratifying as it was to get the god of love aroused, she wanted more. She wanted to prove to him that she was right and that Ross was crazy for her too, that he was wild with desire, a regular satyr, and unfortunately, Ross wasn't quite co-operating. As powerful and controlling as he was in the boardroom, in sex he seemed more content to just lie there and be serviced and it was driving Lexi crazy, making her feel like a whore as she writhed against him and moaned and spread her legs. He should be the one in charge, shouldn't he? He should be the one throwing her down and tearing her clothes off, and instead all he did was reach down and correct the placement of her hand on his dick so she rubbed him more where he wanted it. At last he seemed to come alive. He pushed Lexi off and sat up so that she knelt on the sofa, a total mess—her rich mane of flaming red hair fallen in her face, her lips swollen with desire, her eyes heavy with lust. The hem of her dress was up around her waist and the bodice was peeled down along with her lacey bra so that her tits hung out in all their voluptuous nakedness, heaving as she panted for breath. She waited for Ross to finally take charge and manhandle her down to the sofa and fuck her like a mad bull, but instead he merely slipped his arms out of his jacket and handed it to her. "Fold this up for me, would you, baby? I don't want it to get wrinkled." Theto almost doubled up with laughter and Lexi felt her face and chest flush crimson with rage and humiliation. She took the jacket and folded it against her naked tits, and as Ross concentrated on unknotting his tie, she threw the fucking thing behind the sofa. Ross didn't notice. He opened his collar and kicked off his shoes, then gestured rudely for her to move and make room so he could stretch out on the couch and make himself comfortable. Lexi stood up and he stretched out like a man getting ready for a nap, sighing deeply with satisfaction "Ah, that's better," he said, his hands going to his belt. "Now how about a little head and then you get up and ride me, Lexi? How does that sound? I'm really fucking beat." He took a throw pillow and scrunched it up and slid it under his head, then adjusted himself on the sofa and added, "Take your clothes off but leave the shoes and stockings on. You've got killer legs, you know that? And I love to see your tits swing when you fuck me." He said it as if he were ordering a ham and Swiss on rye and didn't want too much mayo. That was too much. More than she could take. No one treated Lexi Mariner like that, and her exposed nipples hardened not with lust but with pure rage. But then, looking down at Ross Endicot as he unzipped his pants and fished his semi-erect cock out of his silk boxers, all she could think about was his money, about the power he had that allowed him to act like this. In a strange, sick way, it turned her on. She knew Eros Ektheto was watching her, and it turned her on. It made her feel like a whore. But then, that's what you are, isn't it, Alexis? she thought. A whore! Eros Ektheto—"Love the Revealer"—that's who he said he was, and he told you—tonight I'd see my true nature. And here it is Lexi: You're a whore, fucking this man for his money. Just a common whore. But then, so what? she thought. Who isn't? When you get past the hearts and flowers, what else is there but two people using each other? Sex, money, power, beauty—they were all tied up together into one neat package for which "love" was just the shiny wrapper, the gaudy ribbon used to sell the product. to the masses. Lexi Mariner was no dummy. She wasn't going to fall for that crap. Cupid or no, she was going to give Ross Endicot the fuck of his life. She was going to give Eros Ektheto something tell the boys about. She stripped off her dress and unfastened her bra, peeled her panties down her legs and stood there in her darkened apartment entirely conscious of two pairs of eyes on her. Let them look. She had a body so good it was intimidating, and she doubted that even Theto had seen anything as hot. Ross was slowly stroking his cock, his other hand loosening his collar button. "You're built like my secretary," he said. "Only her tits are bigger. I like big tits so I got her a boob job. Did you ever consider getting a— Hey!" He never finished his question because Lexi dove on his cock with all the ferocity of a terrier on a rat, sucking him into her mouth so hard that he almost bent double in the middle, his chest and knees coming up briefly as Lexi all but swallowed him, as if she wanted to break it off and spit it out. "Easy! Easy!" he wailed. "Jesus Christ! Don't you even know how to give head?" Oh, she knew, she knew. Her mouth was magical. Men begged and pleaded for her blow jobs, but she was too angry and too humiliated now and she let her feelings run away with her. She could feel Theto's eyes on her as she sucked Ross's cock, on her knees on the floor like some common slut, her perfect ass resting on the shiny, sexy heels of her two-hundred dollar shoes. She had to calm down, get control of herself. She cradled his dick in one hand and began her licking and sucking routine, bobbing her head, coating his stiff shaft with her saliva. She resisted the urge to work her finger into his ass and give him a prostate massage, sensing that Ross wasn't one for being penetrated, but she tried to assume the appropriately obsequious attitude, moaning and slobbering over his prick as if she were the demented worshipper of a phallic god in the throes of a religious frenzy. And meanwhile she felt Theto's eyes on her, watching her shameful behavior, watching her sacrifice her pride and dignity on the altar of greed as her tits swung back and forth and slapped against Ross's hairy thigh. Yes, she was a whore. She was a whore but fuck that. Fuck Cupid and fuck Eros and fuck Valentine's Day and all that bullshit. Just let this bastard come in my mouth, she thought. Just give me that fucking Alfredo sauce, you rich fucking dick! Let me hear you moan! Let me feel you pump! But Ross showed no signs of excitement or immanent release. Instead he lay there with his hands behind his head, sighing contentedly, occasionally reaching down to move her head a bit up or down, or jack himself off a little as she tongued and sucked the crown of his dick or tried to work her tongue into the slit at the tip. That fucking Theto!, she thought. He's doing something to Ross to make him unresponsive, but she knew it wasn't true. Ross wasn't a man who made love. He just bought it—paid other people to do it to him—and he had a consumer's critical dispassion, evaluating her performance and expecting top value for his dollar. Eros Ektheto, who sat in the empty chair thoughtfully tapping his fingertips together as he watched the proceedings her like some half-naked psychiatrist, seemed to know this very well and found the whole situation quite amusing. "Okay," Ross said. "Very good, Lexi. That was nice. Now get on me. Pussy time, baby. Let's see you ride that big white worm." Big white worm? She was beyond anger now. She was defeated. Theto was right—she was a whore, and why pretend otherwise? She got up, swung one leg over Ross's hips as he scootched away from the back of the sofa, and then let her head fall forward, hiding her face behind her hair as she gripped his penis and guided it unceremoniously into her hole with all the romantic excitement of slipping the nozzle of a gasoline pump into a car's gas tank.. She winced at the initial contact. She'd never had to load a man's cock into her so slavishly before, and she had to move her hips to find the right angle. In that instant she looked over at Theto is her shame and saw his cock was exposed and he was fisting himself—slowly, sensuously—and then she didn't feel so bad. Ross was a failure, but at least she could still make a god hot, and a god of love at that. She felt Ross's tool sinking into her pussy, and she grabbed onto his shoulders and arched her body over him, not so much to pleasure herself, but to give Theto a good look at Ross's cock sinking into her swollen pussy, a sight made even more obscene by the fact that he was seeing it from behind, from beneath the tight globes of her ass. Again, it thrilled her to be so exposed, to let a man see that luscious cunt speared by another man's cock. She began to fuck Ross, sliding back and forth, twisting around, humping up and down, trying to find a motion that would make him groan, would make his eyes roll up into his head, but he just lay there with his eyes closed, face impassive. The hell with him, Theto said in her mind. This guy's a lox, dead on arrival. Get yourself off, Lexi. Show me how you fuck when you want to get yourself off! I can't! she thought back in horror. I don't know how! I don't know what to do! Make him love me, Theto! Make this son of a bitch love me, would you? The god's laughter rang in her ears as Ross grabbed her waist and held her still, pushing her down on his dick and moving her around like a beat-off machine. "Christ, Lexi!" he said. "What the hell are you doing? My secretary can just about peel bananas with her twat! Show me some life down there, huh? Squeeze me, baby. You know—squeeze and slide. Get me off. Milk it out of me!" Tears started to roll down Lexi's face—tears of rage and frustration. She didn't love this man. She didn't give a shit for him. None of her tricks would work. None of the things she knew. Ross grabbed her hips and started working her up and down on his dick like she was an inflatable love doll and she clung to his wrists and wept. Had enough? Theto asked. Yes! Yes! Get this bastard out of here! Get rid of him. Can you at least do that much for me? Eros Ektheto stood up from his chair. He put out his arms and clenched his fists and the muscles stood out on his shoulders like corded tree roots. His arms looked like they were laced with steel cables. Those magnificent wings opened from his back and spread till they seemed to fill the room with a blinding and coruscating golden light, and for the first time Lexi realized how frightening he was, how mighty and strong, terrible in visage, muscles swollen, face dark and furious with raging lust—a God without doubt, radiating powers not of this earth. His chiton slid from his sculpted body and she saw his erection, proud and regal and so overwhelmingly male that it made her melt inside with longing. His wings drew back and a strange suction filled the room, as if the world suddenly inhaled and held its breath, and then the tips rushed forward and up in one powerful and graceful motion and Lexi felt herself blinded by a terrible rush of wind or light or some force that lifted her right off of Ross's cock and sent magazines and cushions flying around the room. She covered her eyes with her arm and felt this force enter her, pierce her, open her up and leave her as transparent and fragile as a piece of tissue paper. Then all subsided. Theto's feet gently touched the ground and his wings disappeared into his back. Ross sat up and tucked his cock into his pants as if nothing had happened, zipped up and retrieved his jacket from behind the sofa. He stood up and put it on, then slipped into his shoes. "Well, time to be going," he said. "Thanks, doll. You were great. I'll call you when I get back from Djakarta." Lexi watched in astonishment as he put on his coat and started to leave the apartment. "Don't bother, okay?" she asked timidly. "Hey, sure. No problem." He lifted his hand in greeting and left, the door closing with a hollow sound behind him. She looked up at Eros Ektheto, who was standing before her. She was naked except for her stockings and shoes, and there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. She felt his question in her mind—all his questions—and she just nodded, unable to take her eyes from him. Yes, she thought. Yes to everything. You were right. Now please. Please! He came to her and knelt on the sofa, his wings disappearing into his back, and he enfolded her in his arms and kissed her—kissed her as she'd never been kissed before, his tongue entering her mouth and filling her with his own muscular desire, his arms crushing her to him with a force that was greater than strength, and Lexi felt herself respond as she'd never responded in her life, as if her entire body was one giant exposed nerve, as if her heart was in her pussy and her throat, and that if only she could get him deep enough, his soul would enter hers too. And even as he kissed her she felt this great surge of loneliness, a wave of anguish and need like she'd never felt in her life. She was empty and hollow and hungry—hungry for his strength and his desire and his anger and his love and the hunger of his own, and she kissed him feverishly, as if she could somehow suck him inside where there was now a great empty space waiting for him. Eros the Revealer He bore her back onto the sofa, bending her backwards, and his hand closed on her breast and he squeezed, hurting her in the most delicious way, and as he squeezed his thumb slid over her nipple, giving her pleasure so that even in the pain of his greedy possessiveness was the desire to give her pleasure. "You didn't think the night was over, did you?" he asked as he held her in his arms. "You didn't think that was your true nature—that you were just a whore?" She looked into his eyes and saw that they saw farther into her than anyone had ever seen. "I didn't know," she said. "I really didn't know." Theto stood up and pulled he to the edge of the sofa. He grabbed her hair and guided her mouth to his cock, and when she opened her lips he plunged himself inside and began lewdly fucking her mouth. Lexi put her hands on his iron-hard thighs and let herself be used, feeling his need for her and his desire, the pure sensual pleasure of his heavy, leaden cock sliding into her mouth and nudging her throat—felt him shudder with pleasure and felt her own body grow tight with sexual power of its own—the power to give pleasure. In all her life, with all the cocks she'd had in her mouth, she'd never felt this kind of pleasure, the pleasure of being used and had and enjoyed with no motive other than the pure sensual pleasure of flesh on flesh. And when he threw her down on the sofa she didn't get angry, didn't object. She felt the emotion behind the gesture, the need, a force that was bigger than both of them; and when he entered her at last, filling her with the brilliance of a thousand stars, and fucked her as if he'd absolutely die without her, as if the pleasure she gave him was life itself, Lexi threw her head back and came in glorious, overwhelming, liberated ecstasy. The first orgasm she'd ever felt from another person; albeit a God.