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Cupid's Kiss - Chapter Twelve
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Cupid's Kiss - Chapter Twelve
Chapter 12
Cupid watched his mother caress one of the slaves as she had bathed in the sunken marble pool. She gently ran her hands on the woman�s droopy shoulders, cupped her breasts and fondled her nipples. The slave threw her head back and let a sigh of ecstasy pass through her rounded pouting lips.
Cynicism jabbed his heart. His mother had time to play with a slave but kept away from her only son. He cleared his throat and drew his mother�s attention.
Aphrodite looked up and smiled at her son. Leaning back against the warm white marble she spoke nonchalantly, �It is nice to see you on your feet, son. I was told that you haven�t let any of women help you with the wound.�
Cupid entered his mother�s chamber and sat on the edge of the sunken pool. A lotus gently floated towards his mother and nudged against her partially submerged nipples. Her willingness to indulge in debauchery instead of coming over to meet him came as so surprise to him.
Compassion and love was shown only to the humans. Divine beings were supposed to be above these emotions at least that is what his mother would have him now.
Dipping a finger in the steamy water he made little whorls and watched his mom eagle eyed and spoke �I will be leaving you soon, mother.�
Aphrodite gestured for her slave to leave her alone; she leaned against the damp marble and said �What is the hurry? You have yet to gain your health back.�
Cupid watched the slave emerge from the pool sensually. Water streamed down her breasts, hug her navel and then drip into the crevices of her mound and slowly trail down her snowy thighs.
The slave knew he was watching her and tried her best to hold on to his gaze. But he smirked at her dismissively and jerked his head towards the door. She sighed and left the room.
Crossing his arms over his naked chest, he spoke abruptly, �I am not used to being idle and there is nothing to hold me here.�
Aphrodite plucked a lotus and tucked it behind her ear and coyly smiled her son �Could it be that someone has gained your interest?�
He stood up and weakly walked around the chamber like a wounded lion �I am leaving because of you mother. I can�t be around you.�
Tinkling laugh filled the gloom. Aphrodite merged from the pool and walked towards her son, naked and breathtakingly beautiful. Standing before him she asked, �And why is that my son? What have I done to you that is so wrong that you cannot bring your self to be with me? Why won�t you even look in my eyes?�
She raised a hand and moved a wayward lock from her son�s forehead. Cupid grabbed her fragile wrist, looked deeply into her amused eyes and grimly replied �You are my mother and yet you mock me with your body. It seems that in your lust for attention and adulation you have forgotten the mother and son bond and begun to treat me like a human male.�
Aphrodite pulled her wrist out of his gasp and muttered softly �I love you and never have I invited you to my bed or tried to seduce you. My possessiveness comes from love as does all mothers. But you have tarred our sacred love with such blasphemous thoughts.�
Turning away from him she bent her head and continued softly �Maybe it is for best that you left as soon as possible.�
Cupid stalked out of the room and nearly toppled Demetrius who had watching the scene unfold from the shadows. Brusquely he commanded h his servant over his shoulder in a harsh whisper �We will be leaving soon. I want you to get some of your friends to keep an eye on Psyche. She is not to come to any harm. Is that clear?�
Demetrius bowed and followed his master out while in deep thought. He will have to call on his nature friends to keep an eye on his master�s love. They would have to be subtle in their watch. If Aphrodite or her slaves came to know that Psyche had been helped by Demetrius friends then even Cupid would not be able to intervene.
They would all burn in fires of eternal hell. Demetrius knew he was risking his life and those of innocent friends for his master but that is the price of complete loyalty that a servant had to pay.
As he watched his master disappear through the mirror into the human world he began to formulate a plan in his cunning mind. He would have to distract the female slaves away from Psyche to be able to meet her but how?
His lips twisted in a smile that would have sat well on the face of a pit bull. He hurried into his little room to formulate his plan. He would have to call in on the favor that the centaurs owed him.
Aphrodite was in for some troubled times ahead but being an attention whore she will revel in the resultant chaos that would sweep her off her feet for a while to come.
He walked into his small room and grabbed the skull of a centaur and began to chant.
Fly through the door of consciousness
Manifest your striding magnificence
Display the rays of extraordinariness
In nubile hearts of wanton innocents
Rape them, pillage them with love divine
The slaves that were picking flowers in the gardens were the first to hear the sounds of hooves galloping towards Aphrodite�s abode. They stood still and watched in horror as the centaurs sprang through the thick bushes and grabbed them before they could raise an alarm.
They struggled feebly in the strong arms of the laughing centaurs. They seemed like the very devils sent by Hades to pillage them of their gentle sexuality. The centaurs� ebony eyes lustfully gleamed for the pleasures of flesh promised to them. Their nostrils flared as the smell of young moist cunts beckoned their attention.
Their human faces were pulled back in savage desire. Teeth gnashed with unsuppressed desire and loud howl of attack mingled with shrill screams of fleeing women.
Demetrius watched the drama unfold with great satisfaction from the window before hiding in a dark closet. The centaurs were thorough in their raid. In the melee of the sexual hunt Aphrodite tried to ward them off through her magic that had little effect on them. Being creatures of mythical magic they buffeted her blows like lions swatting a couple of irritating bees. The blows stung but did not deter them from their goals.
Aphrodite screamed for them to stop, to leave her children alone but they ignored her and picked up the fleeing beauties.
Pots broke, curtains were pulled down, tables and chairs were thrown around. It was as if the game of hide and seek had turned sinister. There was no where to hide and Aphrodite�s temple was being ravaged before her very eyes and she could do nothing about it.
Helpless anger and frustration gripped her body and turned her into a beauty so fearful in her appearance that normal mortals would have been petrified but the centaurs merely circled around her slowly.
Each holding a beauty in his sinewy muscular arm, the centaur mocked her inability to protect her own.
Her bosom heaved with emotions the threatened to boil and burn them all in its passionate lava. She was a beauty to be had by the best. Her downfall would be the sweetest for only the highest.
They all wanted her. The women in their arms paled in front of the darkly quivering beauty. But they knew they could never empty their seed in her; she was meant for their king.
This frilly was to be drenched in the moist passion of their king.
They slowly backed away to let him present himself to her.
Aphrodite�s heart pounded in fear for the first time and her cunt felt swollen with desire. It was finally happening she was going to be taken without her consent. She wiped sweaty palms against her gauze like dress and curled her palms to her side and held her ground with shoulders thrown back and eyes staring fearlessly ahead for the half man and half horse who was going to tear into her.
Silence fell in the room that lay in shambles. The centaurs slowly backed away from the goddess they had cornered and let their king through.
He was a dark beauty to behold. Dark eyes, over heavy brooding eyebrows, held Aphrodite�s gaze like a snake holding that of a hunted rabbit. His high forehead testified to a noble birth. Midnight colored hair streamed down his brawny black shoulders that he carelessly flicked away from his face.
He bent his face close to Aphrodite and inhaled her readiness. A devilish smile spread through his handsome face. His aquiline nose sprang to life, breathing in her beauty and his pouting lips pulled back to show gleaming teeth that were ready to brand her as his own.
She shook her head but remained mute in her fear. He enjoyed the hunt and nodded in affirmation. She took a step back, he stepped forward. She turned to flee; he grabbed her by the waist.
Cries of victory filled the air and tails were raised high in the hunt being successful. They galloped away from the ransacked temple with distraught prizes held close to heaving chests of the invading tribe.
Demetrius slowly emerged from the closet he had been hiding in. The silence that had descended seemed strange after the loud chaos that had seemed to go on for hours but had happened only in a matter of minutes.
He did not have the luxury to indulge in regret or worry, as there was a far more vital task to be fulfilled.
He quickly hobbled into the servant quarters. Where was she?
The place lay in ruins. Through the chaotic mess he painfully searched for the unconscious human. Where was she?
He knew that the centaurs would not take a sick being. They had some ethics of their own. They knew that only the strong could withstand copulation. Their manhood would kill an unhealthy or ill female. It was best to overlook the ones that could bring their playful gamboling to an abrupt end by dying.
Where was she? He mumbled to himself as he impatiently moved from room to room till he heard a low moan.
He gasped at the neglect Psyche had been undergoing at the hands of Aphrodite�s slaves.
Her naked body lay broken and chained to a pillar. She muttered and moved uneasily in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered and breasts thrust up as she tried to turn a side.
Anger filled Demetrius heart and any regret that he had in his heart for the women of the temple evaporated. They all deserved to be ravaged savagely for the torture they had put this weak human through.
He put a gentle hand on her forehead and felt the skin burn with fever. He cursed Aphrodite under his breath and looked around for a blanket.
He covered her body and broke the chains with a careless flick of his wrist. Psyche opened her eyes and found herself staring at the ugliest poke face she had ever seen.
She flinched in horror and tried to struggle. Demetrius tightened his hold over her and picked her up gingerly. His bones creaked and back ached.
He let out a little laugh and said �For someone who looks petite you are quite heavy. It has been a while since I held a beautiful woman in my arms. Let�s hope for the best that I don�t drop you.�
Psyche found herself to be looking into small brown eyes that shined with kindness and humor. She felt strangely safe with him and curved her arms around his bent neck and weakly asked �Where am I?�
Demetrius smiled his lopsided smile at her that made him look uglier than ever and replied �You are at Aphrodite�s temple.�
Fear made her eyes widened and before she could say anything further he said �Don�t worry. No one will harm you. They all are currently indisposed and will not trouble you till you regain your strength.�
Psyche took in her chaotic environment and was about to ask a whole bunch of questions but was a little taken aback when the leper barked a hyena laugh and spoke kindly �You are made for my master. Despite all that you have gone through, your spirit still seeks newer experiences.�
Perplexed, Psyche asked �Who is your master?�
As he gently put Psyche on Cupid�s bed he replied �I am Cupid�s servant.�
Psyche gasped and sat up and Demetrius folded his arms and laughed like a happy child. His master would be pleased with him.
