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We spun it when she dared to challenge me—all the times she’s called me out on my bullshit. And every time I’ve taken my palm, belt, or paddle to her plump backside.
Every day, we’ve spun a chrysalis of…love. In Purgatory.
I’d swear my stone cracks with awareness. But I’m too distracted by my tenting cock.
Yes, many forms of love exist in the world. And I’ve taken overarching responsibility for all. Most of the time, it was simply fornication love, sexual desire. Even with Psyche, it was only all-encompassing, all-consuming because of my arrow. She proved her love and desire for me.
I never did.
But Aradia? It has evolved naturally, organically, chemically. Trials by fire at times, but the shared journey of our souls intertwining cannot be denied.
Dammit, I’ve done it again. I’ve fallen in love with a mortal. But this is no magical accident. It’s an obliteration of my soul. Aradia has changed me indefinitely.
Perhaps that is why butterflies flock to her without her knowledge. They are not for her. The butterflies are forme—to show me how our love transcends the boundaries of time and magic. Pricked not with an arrow but with the power of this human girl’s heart: a heart that loves affliction and woe. And a soul that could thrive in Purgatory…for eternity.
Gods-dammit, Psyche did not hold any long-lasting love for this place. She preferred our palace retreat.
When I regain my senses, Himeros has cupped her breast, thumbing her rosy nipple through the sheer fabric.
“So, you see, sweetheart. Your body, heart, and soul are in alignment. It is this…“ he taps her brow, referencing her mental stumbling block, “…we must get through.”
“And h-how, oh!” She gasps as he pinches her bud and ripples more pheromones.
I chuff a laugh since Pothos and Crescendo have rid themselves of clothes.
Aradia is not watching them rut, nor does she flick her eyes back at Himeros. My cock twitches again because I’ll be expressing my gratitude to him later.
“How do you propose we do that?”
“First, let me ask you, my sweet. Do you believe my brother loves you?” When she licks her lips in contemplation, Himeros goes on, “He may have been the first god to hold the Scepter of the Universe, but do you believe that he would endanger his standing with Mount Olympus and the gods and put all of Purgatory at risk if he did not love you?”
He pauses from fondling her and instead clutches her jaw, lifting her chin. His wings curve to mine, and mine to his while her gaze rakes over me in unbridled affection…and thirst.
“Would you like to know why he does not wish you to see him when you first make love, when he first fucks you?” Himeros prompts. “Because itmeanssomething, sweetheart. I share my brother’s emotions on a deeper level than most. Let me assure you, if it were simply his cock at play and little else, he would have already fucked you. Worked his powers upon you, given you the greatest one-night stand of your life, and returned you to the mortal world to forever look over your shoulder for your deja vu of a Cupid…
“But he hasn’t.” He turns her chin ever so slightly to me, though her glistening eyes have not once left mine. “The last woman and the only woman he has ever wooed or cared for was Psyche. Because of his own arrow. And their courtship wasa matter of a few weeks. What do you believe that testifies regarding you?”
She squeezes her eyes, tearing up more. I know what to say.
With Himeros still holding her, I approach. Her back arches. Her breasts swell, nipples hardening with desire. “Butterfly, my little Butterfly…” I brush my knuckles across her cheek before coiling my stony fingers around her throat. “You have spent your life running and hiding. Hideinme this time. Surrender to the darkness. Embrace it as I embrace you. And know, it is the God of Love you never need to hide from. Hide within me instead.”
I search her eyes, hunting the windows of her soul.
“Eros…” She cries as we hem her. “I want to. My heart wants to. But…my body just responds from…that night.”
“Will you let us help you, sweetheart?”
Even Pothos and Crescendo perk up. Finished with their rutting but unashamed of their nude state, they turn, interests piqued.
I station my hands on her hips from behind.
Himeros cups her cheeks and breathes his pheromones upon her. “Let us prepare you, my lady. No other gods could be more suited to prepare you for the God of Love but Longing and Desire. Will you surrender to our ministrations until you may receive the God of Love in your most vulnerable darkness?”
“You did say more than one,” I remind her with a tapping hint on her hip.
“Um…“ She bites her lower lip, her state flushed. “What does that mean?”
He smiles tenderly, and she softens as he goes on, “I know my brother, little one. No penetration before him.”
