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I was worried she would bring that up. But I can’t rightly deny her after everything tonight. “Psyche would love accompanying me when Hades sends us a new stock of souls. But that over-fastidious, bombastic bastard wanted to get ahead of schedule that day. So, I left early. She never showed. When I returned, I found her on the bed, sleeping peacefully as she did the first time I saw her. But…” I rub my eyes before skirting my fingers through her pink curls to distract myself. “Soulless,” I say. “Oh, her heart still beats. Her flesh is still warm and ageless as an eternal goddess. But she lacks essence, ichor. No soul. And I’ve spent a century hunting and searching for it. And trying to rouse her in various ways.”
“Has she ever done anything?”
“Until your little trespass into the chamber? No. Nothing beyond a reflexive eyelash flutter.” I trace the curvature of her spine, loving how her full breasts nudge me as she arches against me with a little shiver.
“Why, Eros? Why me?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Much of you is an enigma. You are not a tween traveler, blessed with the Sight. You have no demigod blood. Not one trace of divine essence in your veins. Nor are you comatose as many are in my realm, where they linger in Limbo. You are an anomaly. And I love anomalies.” I lean over to rub my lips along her brow.
“Is that the only reason you wanted me? To keep me because of—”
She yelps when I smack her ass. A light slap, but it undoubtedly stings from earlier.
“I should go now.” I shift to get up, ignoring the subtle hardening of my dick. “You require rest, and there are scant hours of night left.”
“Wait.” She reaches for me, and I pause from her hands—one on my chest, another on my pelvis. “You just…feel so real, so perfect.”
I chuckle darkly. “Oh, I am perfect, Butterfly.”
She tosses her silky curls over her shoulder and rolls her eyes. “And full of yourself much?”
“One cannot claim arrogance when it comes to matters of truth.” I smirk.
“So, if you’re so perfect, I should be able to do this…”
I twitch and jerk from her fingers tickling my underarms and ribs. “Stop it.” I push her hands away.
“Oooh, so the God of Love does have a weakness!” she lilts and sinks her wiggling fingers into my skin again.
“Cut that out, little one. I won’t ask again.”
“Make me, you big-headed, cherub-shaped butt head.”
Her silky laughter echoes throughout the suite as I turn her over my knee and spank her as she sucks my cock. Then, I spread her and eat her out until her laughter turns to screams.
The next fewweeks progress quite similarly.
I’ve taken her all over my endless Purgatory. She’s loved everything.
She especially enjoyed skinny dipping in the dolphin cove, learning my spirit animal, which I command.Ienjoyed unlocking a new kink involving the bottlenose and her exquisite sex glistening from the cove water as I’d spread her on the banks and prompted the dolphin to pleasure her.
Today, I’ve escorted her to the Library of Souls for the seventh time. Thousands of tomes, scrolls, and books throughout history hold echoes of the souls who wrote them. She seems quite fond of Edgar Allen Poe, which doesn’t surprise me. Her getting lost in the voices reciting their lore or poetry for hours has granted me the opportunity to “rule” as she’d referenced.
Over the past week, I’ve allocated the refugee souls to various regions of Purgatory—for more permanent dwellings. Yes, in one week, I have herded more souls than I have in a century—even sending some to that glorified soul babysitter. Aradia has expressed interest in meeting Hades, but she wishes to host a dinner party for Persephone’s return.
Damn, this girl will be the death of me. If Hades were to learn of a mortal’s presence in our realm, he’d spend a full year lecturing me. I’m quite surprised my mother has not informed him yet—or Zeus. If Zeus comes for her, I’ll unleash the wrath of Chaos upon him.
The stakes are highest. I have every reason to return her to the mortal world.
Just as Aradia snatches another book from the top shelf and yells, “Incoming!”, leaving me to catch it and add it to her growing stack, Crescendo bursts in, arms flailing, bells wildly jingling, and playing Pink’sTrouble.
“Oh, hell,” I groan. Immediately, I put the books down with Crescendo nodding a crazed confirmation.
Aradia turns, scrunching her brows, opening her mouth, but I steal her words when I grab her from the stepladder and toss her over my shoulder.
“What the hell, Eros?”
“Indeed,” I tell her, rushing past the bookcases and hurriedly shoving her into one of many alcoves with their privacy curtains. I stab a finger at her. “Stay.”
