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He departs without protest. The God of the Dead fully understands my transcendent need. As he must tend to the dead, thus I must tend to the command of love.
“Eros…please, show me your true face,” she pleads.
When I part my lips in hesitation, her eyes crease in hurt. “She is not here. Not now, my love. It is only us.”
Only us. I shed the gargoyle demon she never cared for and become the God of Love she needs and desires.
Aware of the dark predator inside the god staring at her, Psyche lowers her chin in submission. Her nipples pebble, and her pheromones drift into the air. Psyche is a sub to her core, my ultimate lover, my perfect lover who always desires to please.
She is not a bratty little sub, owning slut energy like a badge of honor. That is Aradia. Deep heart, deeper emotions, deeper…needs.
My wife’s needs often mirror mine. No thought or challenge when I pounce upon her, tear the meager shift off her body, and expose her to my eye. Last night was slow and hard, full of emotion, expression, meaning, exploration. Hearts colliding.
Now, it is soul and flesh. I don’t need to seduce my wife. Last night was a war of wills and hearts—of raw power, hot desire, and soft vulnerability. Now, it is a god meeting a goddess, driving his cock into her, dominating her until we find our pleasure. Pure mating.
I lower my gaze to her ass with the pale flesh still red and welted from the previous night. I set my jaw when I consider how Psyche would surrender to my more carnal and baser needs, but she never truly desired, nor matched them. She simply wanted to please me, to love me. Always willing to sacrifice as she was when I found her.
Hades is still waiting outside when I finish, so I waste no time in helping clean Psyche off and getting her into a fresh gown. She is a shivering, aching mess—not accustomed to mortal flesh.
After everything, I hold her. I kiss my wife, knowing I will forever love her. How must I keep her here with me and restore her to her former glory?
“Psyche…” I chant her name like a prayer. The object of my idolization and the core of my love.
“Do you know why all this happened?” she wonders, smiling up at me.
“All I know is what happened when I found your soulless body that day, Psyche. Hades says your soul was not stolen, but I didn’t want to believe him. Nor does it matter, my love. You are here. That is all that matters.”
“Yes, I am here, Eros. My beautiful, glorious angel, Eros.” She cups my cheek, her smile like the infectious dawn. “And no, my soul was not stolen. I left of my own accord, as only a Goddess of Souls could. Just as I placed a curse upon you…well, a little anti-love spell, thanks to your own arrows.”
I search her eyes, my jaw dropping, dumbfounded. “Why? How?”
She blushes. “It took some doing, some cleverness. A little help from Artemis with her chastity blood sprinkled your arrows. And the night before I left, I pricked you with an arrow. It was meant to render you impotent to all, save for my soul. I suspected the only one it wouldn’t apply to would be Crescendo as he bound half his soul to Purgatory and half to you, my love.”
Indignation rears within me, but I take a deep breath and ease my shaking fist before I unravel. “Why, my love? Why do all of this?”
She sways, her hand still upon my cheek. “I needed to know if it was more than the arrow.”
I blink. My heart skips a beat. Of course, she did. How could she not when it has crossed my mind near a million times?
Standing on her tiptoes with a host of butterflies swirling around her, my wife leans in to kiss me, bestowing her tender, chaste lips upon mine. “It was a test, a Goddess test. One onlyIcould accomplish. Twas a great risk, Eros, but I needed to know if fate would bring us together again. I needed to know if you would still love me in another form, in another life beyond your arrow magic.”
“You found me instead,” I point out.
She smiles, nodding. “Yes, I did not expect it. Aradia is truly a sweet, strong treasure who grew up too fast and yet never grew up in some ways. She is an old soul…and a child. She has a heart great enough to adore your Purgatory, my love. It is no wonder you fell in love with her.”
“I fell in love withyou…” I correct her, cupping her chin. “I fell in love with your soulinsideof her.”
She shakes her head, and my pulse quickens with anger. “That is only half, and you know it, Eros. Do not try to fool a Goddess who knows you are the grandest love-struck fool of all. You claimed her in a way you never claimed me. You loved me like a god, Eros. You fucked her like a beast. You wrote your claim upon her heart and possessed her soul. Not just last night, my love. You have been doing it since the moment you laid eyes on her.
“It’s why you called her Butterfly,” she says in a softer voice while thumbing my cheek. An ember forms in my throat. One of guilt and violent need. “Because you wanted her to be more. You wanted rebirth, change, growth. Her ephemeral beauty but her eternal soul.”
“Youreternal soul.” My mind reels that it could be anything beyond Psyche’s energy.
“Call Hades back, Eros. I cannot tell you what to do, my love. But he will tell you what must be done.”
And there is my wife with her vague symbolism and premonition. It pricks me as sharply as any arrow, but I obey her command.
We sit at the table. Psyche requires food, and I hold her close on my lap while she sups.
