When he licked a certain spot behind her ear, then blew on her damp skin, her breath hitched, so he did it again.
“I—” Her blunt fingernails bit into his back as he sucked at the shadowy skin of her neck. “Just—just kissing, I think. If that’s okay? It’s so cold in here, and I don’t want our first time together to happen under a pile of blankets. I want toseeyou.”
She didn’t owe him anything. Everything she’d already offered was more of a gift than he’d ever earned.
“Whatever you want,” he vowed. “However you want it. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Her smile was tremulous and lovely and wide and entirely his.
He urged her beneath the covers once more, because he didn’t want her cold. Not for another moment. Then she was back in his arms, her hair soft against his fingers, her mouth hot and eager on his, and he’d never read a fic this fucking good.
Not one. Not ever.
Rating: Explicit
Fandoms: Gods of the Gates – E. Wade, Gods of the Gates (TV)
Relationships: Cupid/Psyche
Additional Tags:Alternate Universe – Modern, Sex Pollen, explicit consent but when it comes to sex pollen things are always at least a little hinky, truly endless scenes of Cupid going down on Psyche, Venus is awful as always but at least Psyche gets some orgasms out of it yay
Stats: Words: 8249 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 183 Kudos: 771 Bookmarks: 56
In the Air Tonight
PsycheStan
Summary:
Venus releases pollen from a special flower, one that causes insatiable lust, into Psyche’s home—then sends Jupiter for a visit. The goddess hopes her son Cupid will be repulsed by the sight of his would-be lover with his grandfather and spurn Psyche.
Little does Venus know: Psyche expected something like this to happen. She planned ahead.
Notes:
Cupid may only be half a god, but I’m pretty sure that half includes his tongue.
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The magical webbed shield created by Minerva vibrates once. Twice. Again.
Psyche barely has time to make it to the phone before the fire claims her, body and soul.
“Dido,” she pants, one hand already sliding between her legs, into the wetness that has bloomed in the space of a heartbeat. “Venus. Our plan.”
“Got it. I know what to do,” her best friend says, then hangs up.
Dido, the most loyal and stalwart of BFFs, will find Cupid and explain to him what his mother has done, and what Psyche has already decided is acceptable. If he’s willing to provide relief, he’ll come.
And if he does, so will she. Around his fingers. On his tongue.
Psyche laughs weakly, hysterically, and convulses in her first orgasm, collapsing onto the floor.
In her last conscious act, she activates the full powers of Minerva’s shield. No creature, god or mortal, can enter her house now. With one exception.
The next thing she knows, she’s on a bed, not the floor. A pillow cradles her head. Her body is endlessly aflame, her sex aching and swollen. And she’s not alone.
Cupid is there, sprawled on his stomach between her splayed thighs.
