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Cupid's Kiss - Chapter Eleven
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Cupid's Kiss - Chapter Eleven
Her naked breasts swayed to the gentle tune, hips sashayed near his face. So close was she to him that all he needed to do was to reach out and grab her but he wasn�t interested.
His blue eyes stared out of the window restlessly. His body lay on the chaise lounge inert and yet there seemed to be a caged energy buzzing around him.
She was angered. No human or god had been able to resist her charms. But to Cupid she could just as well have been an insect buzzing around his face. She twirled a satin cloth near his naked chest and wriggled her breasts in front of his face.
When she didn�t get any reaction from him she did what she had been warned against. She sat on his barely covered lap and put her arms around his neck. She tipped his chin towards her face, gave him soft peck on his lips and put his hand on her naked, hairless pussy.
Cupid�s blue eyes bore into her brown eyes and dug his fingers inside her twat. The dancer sucked a breath in and closed her eyes. Thrusting her rose tipped breasts for a hungry suck she wondered if she had gone to heaven.
Never had she felt so much passion. Her pussy became drenched under his ministrations. Lightly he rubbed the magical button with his thumb and drove three fingers inside her love hole.
She held on to his shoulders and quivered with pleasure. Her legs parted and she hissed like a hungry cat.
�Love me now� she muttered and rotated her hips against his limp lap.
She was nearing completion at a rate faster than she would have wished but she wanted to feel his rod in her. She wanted to be burned by his semen but her wish and his fingers just as soon came to an abrupt halt.
She opened her eyes and stared into the calm blue eyes. There was no lust there, just a cool calculated look tinged with amusement.
Anger clouded her senses. She wasn�t going to climax. This was just a game to him. He smiled at her coolly and threw her off his lap and sat up and bent lightly over her prone body and spoke softly �Never put your vile hands on me again. Do you understand you wanton hussy? If I wanted a roll in the hay I would pick one of the slaves not a whore. Now get out of here.�
Tears of humiliation spilled from her pretty eyes, she scrambled from the floor and ran out of the room as Cupid yawned in sheer boredom.
As she blindly ran out of the room she brushed against a gnarled, stooped man and flinched in revulsion.
Demetrius raised craned his neck up from his twisted body and stared at the dancer mutely.
�Don�t you ever touch me again you dried up monster.� She hissed and fled before he could reply.
Shaking his head at the insensitivities that the divine beings indulged in Demetrius hobbled inside his master�s room. At least his master had always been kind to him and even relieved his cursed pain when the balmy nights made his joints ache.
�Master how can you can reject such nubile beauties even Zeus wouldn�t have the chance to lie with?� he tried to joke with his Master who had been wounded and in a dark mood for too long.
Cupid merely sighed and waved his hand and the magical Harp stopped playing. In the deafening silence Demetrius observed his weary master.
The warm rays of sun that streamed through the windows lightened his golden skin and lovingly caressed the sinewy muscles of his naked chest. His blond hair curled lightly around his shoulders and covered the linen covered wound that had not healed as yet.
It was a mortal wound caused by what the humans called a bullet. Though he had removed the little metal stub but the damage it had done belied its size.
He tenderly reached over and removed the linen bandage and stared at the ugly wounded that contrasted sharply against the rosy complexion. As he put some salve, he felt Cupid jerk a bit. The pain was still there but it wasn�t the physical pain that worried Demetrius but the silent one that he held in his heart.
Demetrius continued talking, �Your mother has come home and she has a guest with her.�
A little bit of curiosity seeped into Cupid�s eyes.
�Guest? Must be one her admirers?�
Demetrius merely smiled as he dressed his master�s wounds.
�Well, you ugly old man, won�t you tell me who it is?� Cupid teased his servant.
Demetrius took a step back and quietly looked at his master.
His loyalty lay first with Cupid and then with his mother. Clasping his bowl close to his chest he made his decision. He would tell his master. His mistress had no right to interfere in his master�s affairs.
He quietly replied �It is Psyche, my lord�
It was as if a bolt of lightening struck him deep within his heart. Cupid sat up with a start and gasped as the pain from his shoulder nearly paralyzed him. He sat back and glared at Demetrius, �You better be telling the truth old man or else you are in for the worst kind of hurt ever.�
Demetrius slowly knelt down on one knee in front of his beloved master and replied huskily, �Have I ever told you a lie my lord?�
Cupid felt his heart beat like a panicked bird against the confines of his ribcage. Taking a deep breath he slowly lay back and spoke in an even voice �Where is my mother holding her?�
Demetrius kept his head bowed. He knew he was treading in dangerous waters. If Cupid saw this as a devious means of trying to draw a wedge between him and his mother, then Demetrius may lose his life at a blink of an eyelid.
�She is here my lord. My lady is keeping her imprisoned in the slaves� quarters and she seems to be in great pain.�
�I must go to her at once� Cupid stood up quickly and felt a little dizzy. Grabbing the arm of the chaise lounge he leaned against the post and cursed his weakness. When will he be back to being himself? He had to save his love from his mother.
�Stand up Demetrius and help me reach my love.� He commanded.
Demetrius shook his head and clasped his master�s knees.
�I cannot take you there my lord. I know I should not disobey you but this is an honor bond pact between your mother and lover. If we tried to step in now, Psyche might lose her life. As it is my lady is merciless in anger towards her and if you step in now it will make things thousand fold worse.�
Cupid�s shoulders sagged as anger and excitement left his body and he touched his faithful servant�s grey head gently and softly said, �Rise my dear friend. You say the truth. We will have to watch the pact play out from the sidelines but at the same time make sure my mother does not harm my love.�
Demetrius painfully hobbled to his feet. He wiped the tears of relief from his eyes and whispered, �My lady is furious with Psyche as she has caused you a wound that doesn�t heal and been successful in completing two tasks that seemed impossible for her to accomplish.�
Cupid sat upright in his chair, a golden lion ready to spring into action.
�You better tell me from the start and how do you know all the details.�
�I beg your forgiveness my lord but I have been spying on your mother. I knew she wished harm on Psyche and you still loved her. I don�t blame my lady for being angry with Psyche, not only does she rival her in beauty but has the heart of a lion. She completed two of the four tasks that she had set for her.�
Cupid raised an enquiring eyebrow �Tasks? What are you talking about Demetrius?�
Demetrius pointed to a mirror and said �Let me show you my lord.�
As the story unfolded before Cupid�s eyes his heart wept for the fate his love suffered in the asylum, he felt grateful towards Melissa for helping Psyche and anger towards his mother for her cruelty towards a human so frail both mentally and physically.
As the drama played out, Cupid wanted to confront his mother but knew he had to stay out of the game that had to be played out. There were rules that even divine beings were not allowed to break.
As the images in the mirror faded out on a broken Psyche lying on the ground with attendants ministering over her Cupid turned his eyes towards his faithful servant and asked in a deadly quiet voice �Since when have you been spying on my mother and why was kept in the dark.�
Demetrius felt apprehension run her cold nails down his bent spine. He was still treading in murky depths. But if he didn�t come clean he would surely loose his life.
�When you returned home wounded My Lady muttered that she would make the perpetrator pay. She flew out in a rage and I am sorry my lord, but in my anger I spied on My lady, I wanted to see the person who hurt you suffer for what had been done to you. I wanted to see the mortal die a slow death.�
He spread out his hands in plea and continued softly �But then I was surprised to see a young woman suffer physically for what she was already torturing herself in her heart. She cried for you, she tried to beg for forgiveness for shooting you though you had taken her without her consent.�
He gave his master a disapproving look who merely stared back at him with a deadpan expression.
He went on to explain �Her pain and love for you drew me like a erring moth. I fell for her like I fell for you. Her love seemed so pure and tender. Not once did she think about herself even when they made her suffer with all kind of human tools. She would have gone raving mad if she had not clutched on to her love for you.�
He sighed and looked out of the window at the dying sun that colored the garden in beautiful hues. �She gained my loyalty as she seemed to be truly worthy of you my lord and I have been sending my minions to help her out. I cannot let her die even though my mistress thinks she has just reason to do away with her.�
He bowed before Cupid again and whispered �I am ready to suffer what ever judgment you might want to pass on me. I did whatever I had to do because of my love for you.�
Cupid sighed and gingerly stood up and held the stooped man by shoulders and smiled at him. �No, my dear friend there will be no punishment coming your way. You acted like a trusted friend and have won my admiration. But we need to act right away after I have had a few words with my mother who seems to be too anger to greet me after her long absence.�
Demetrius nodded and felt admiration for his master. His heart had been right all along Cupid was just and fair in his dealings especially in the matters of the heart.
