Cupid's Little Helper

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I... uh, I apologize for tha soppy poetic stuff at tha
end of tha last message. I know ya aren't interested
in stuff like that, an' it ain't my style an' all.
clears throat I guess hangin with Cupe was startin
ta rub off on me. Rub off on me... long pause and
dreamy expression Huh? Sorry.

"Okay, what now, Feathahs?"

He smiled at me. "I think you're ready to get down to
the real mission now, but it's a little late. Damara
has moved back into the temple she serves, and Hera
does not approve of men on her home turf at odd
hours."

"No kiddin. Tha last guy I heard of sneakin in for a
try at some priestess nookie is pullin an ox cart." I
shuddered. "An' he's gelded."

"So we'll check on Anieli."

"Great. Where is he?"

Cupid pointed. At first I didn't see what he was
indicatin. There was one cornah of tha tavern that
wasn't full of wenches, barbarians, or mercenaries.
That was because nobody wanted ta get too close ta tha
spilled beer an' spew. Yeh, ya heard me right. Beer,
half-digested stew, an' stomach bile are not a
pleasingly aromatic combination. sniff Erk. Ya
can add ta that some heavy duty B.O. Anieli must not
have been near a wash basin since the proposed weddin
day.

Anieli was at a teeny excuse for a table, just big
enough for him ta lay across. He was at present usin
it for a prop an' bed. He was face down, an' his hand
was still wrapped loosely around a half full tankard.
I walked ovah an looked down at him, then back at
Cupe. "He's a wreck."

"Losing the one you love will do that to you," he said
quietly.

I eyed him. "Well, I s'pose he'll clean up all right,
but I gotta tell ya, I don't think he could win back
tha affections of a love starved nymphomaniac in tha
state he's in right now."

"You'd be surprised. Sometimes pathetic will do it, but right now I think we should just get him out of
here and cleaned up, then into bed. We need to start
tomorrow, and he's going to be fighting a worse
headache than Zeus had just before his skull split and
he gave birth to Athena."

"Oo, Cupe, ya mean I gotta touch him? Smelly mortal,
ick!"

"Get over it." Cupe grabbed tha back of Anieli's
shirt an' peeled him up off tha table. His eyes
drifted open, an' he blinked stupidly, starin around.
"I suppose we ought to let him see us, or he may freak
out."

"Is he capable of thinkin enough ta be freaked out?"
I was really interested. I'd nevah seen anyone that
drunk an' still able ta manage semi-conscious.

"Maybe, maybe not, but we can't take chances. Do you
really want him panicking in the middle of this crowd?"

I thought about tha tendency barbarians have ta gut
vomit drenched, smelly drunks when theumblumble ovah
'em. "Nah, guess not."

Cupe eased up undah one of his arms. "Then take the
other side."

I did, grumblin, "It's a damn good thing I can make
new leathahs any time I wanna, cause these are gonna
be a total loss. Tha smell will nevah come out."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch."

I got tha feelin that when they saw Anieli stumblin
along with his arms thrown out ta his sides at
shouldah level, lookin back an forth, that some of tha
patrons prob'ly thought they were drunker than they
actually were. We staggahed toward tha stairs. I
hadda kick a couple of mercineries outta tha way, an'
that started a minor fight, cause there was a
misunderstandin about whose boot had done tha damage.
I say minor cause only a few juicy bruises, a coupla
split lips, an' one broken nose came outta it. Small,
but it gave me a nice energy boost, an' I needed it,
contemplatin what was still ahead.

We got him up tha stairs an' started lookin for his
room. Stumbled in on a coupla of real inttin tin
situations. I woulda hung around an' did the
spectator bit, but I had work ta do. Luckily tha
participants were too preoccupied ta worry about a
drunk, so we managed ta ease back out without any
altercation starting. We finally located his room an'
dropped him on the bed.

I wrinkled my nose. "Cupe, can't we just leave him ta
marinate an' come back tomorrah?"

"No, we cannot. Get a tub ready for him, and I'll get
rid of the rags."

"Whatevah." I thought up a good sized tub of hot
watah. I looked at Anieli, an' added a little more
steam. Cupe blinked away tha guy's clothes, but ya'd
be amazed at how clingy vomit can be. I took anothah
sniff an' added about a pint of rose essence ta tha
tub. I knew from bein around Aphrodite that aroma
could covah almost anythin if ya used enough of it.
"Um, Cupe, ya think ya could get 'im inta tha bath on
your own?" I put a hand against tha small of my back
an tried ta look pained. "Haulin him up here, I think
I strained somethin in my back."

"Right. Get over here." I sighed. That was one
problem about havin someone know ya: it's hard ta put
somethin ovah on 'em. Ya know, it's hard ta handle a
semi-conscious man when you're tryin ta touch him only
with your fingertips.

low lowered him inta tha tub, an' luckily it was small
enough so he couldn't slide undah an' drown. I looked
down, an' tha leathahs were a total loss. "Son of
Cerebus! I liked this outfit."

"You can always whip up one just like it."

"It's tha principle of tha thing, Cupe." I sighed an'
thought away tha top part of tha outfit, materian
an
a bar of soap an' a cleaning cloth. "Guess ya expect
me ta wash his behind, too, huh?"

Cupid smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Well, since you're ready to do it, go ahead."

Oh, crap. I've been around War long enough, I
shoulda remembahed: nevah volunteer for anythin. I
knelt beside tha tub, dipped tha soap an' rag, and
worked up a good lather. "Shit, Cupe, I don't know
where ta start. There's so much that needs ta be
done."

"Start at the top and work your way down."

"All right, but I ain't washin his hair. I'll rinse
tha puke outta tha ends, but that's as far as I'm
goin." I got ta work. He had nice hair: it was
really thick, honey colored, an' it woulda been shiny if
he'd washed it aftah Damara rolled him in tha dust.
I was curious, so I grumbled, but I went ahead an' washed his
hair. He woke up a little when tha watah trickled ovah his face, but he still wasn't payin attention.

"Close yer eyes, ya idiot, or you'll get soap in 'em."
He did, an' I washed his face. When I rinsed it off he
blinked again an' looked at me for tha first time. I
kept washin, cleanin off his arms an' shouldahs.

"Dammy?"

He was lookin at me with a bleary, soppy expression.
"Huh?"

"Dammy, I knew you couldn't shtay mad at me."

I looked at Cupid. "Fuck, Cupe, he thinks I'm his
girl?" Cupid shrugged. "But I'm not even usin a
glamour on him, an' I don't look anythin' like tha
broad. Boy, he's really fogged."

Anieli reached ovah an' put his arms around my neck.
"I'm shorry, schweetheart. Tha' bitch din' mean
anythin' to me."

I couldn't help it. "Yah? Looked ta me like she
meant at least a double handful."

"Strife!" Cupid's voice was scolding. "Do you want
him going right out and getting drunk again?"

"Got news for ya, cuz. He'd hafta sober up before he
could get drunk again. Personally, I don't think he
can manage ta stand on his own." Just as I finished
talkin, Anieli hooked me closah by tha arm around my
neck, then kissed me.

ZEUS!

Oh, man, talk about breath! Ugh. An' taste, cause he
stuck his tongue in my mouth, too. Lemme tell ya,
second hand stew an' brew is not wunna my favorite
flavahs. While I was chokin, he grabbed my hand an'
pulled it undah tha watah.

I jerked my head back. "Whoa! Uh, Cupe? Maybe he
ain't as drunk as I thought. An' as ta not being able
ta stand up by himself..." I looked down, then looked
up at Cupid. "It all depends on what ya mean by
that."

Cupe didn't trasport, but he moved so fast he might as
well have. Half a blink an' he was next ta tha tub,
pryin' Anieli's arm from around my neck. "Strife,
you're not holding on, are you?"

"No."

He jerked Anieli's grip offa my wrist. "Anieli, this
isn't Damara, and you have to stop groping."

He blinked at Cupid. "Not Dammy?"

I sat back. "No, dammit, not Dammy."

I reached for tha soap an cloth floatin in tha watah,
an Cupid said, "Go sit on the bed, Strife. I'll
finish this."

"I could..."

His eyes narrowed. "You're not putting your hands on
anyone but me."

My mouth fell open. "I'm not?"

His gaze didn't waver. "No, you're not."

I went an' sat on tha bed, proppin my elbows on my
knees an' puttin my chin in my hands, an' watched him
finish bathin Anieli. He did it quickly an'
efficiently, like someone scrubbin down a table. Then
he managed ta get Anieli ta stand up. He blinked him
outta tha tub an' inta a huge, fluffy towel. "Okay,
off the bed, Strife." I scooted ovah. "I said off."

"G'wan, e'se's plenty of room."

He said firmly, "Do you think I'm going to put a a
naked, horny drunk on the same bed with you? Up!" I
got up, an' he tumbled Anieli onta tha bed. Tha guy
was snorin before he landed.

I watched him. He still looked pathetic: clean, but
pathetic. "Cupe, is he gonna remember any of this?"

"Not much. He's going to think he dreamed it."

"Just as well. It might traumatize him if he realized
he'd gotten me ta grope "


"Why?"

"Cupe, people have nightmares about that."

He stepped closer ta me. "Some people have wet dreams
about it, Strife."

I looked at him. "Do they? Can't imagine who. Can
ya give me a hint?" He reached out an' ran a fingah
down tha center of my chest. "Can ya give me another
hint?"

Tha fingah drifted down, circled my navel, an hooked
in my pants. He used tha hold to drag me to him, an
kissed me. "Clear enough now?"

"I'd like ta buy a vowel." His hand slipped undah my
waistband an' went explorin. "Ooh, ah, ee, uhh..."
He found what he was lookin for. "Ayie! Ain't it
time we got back ta your place?"

He grabbed me... Well, yeah, he had already grabbed
me, but this time he put his free arm around me,
an'...

FLASH

Cupiedoll landed us right in tha middle of his bed.
Damn, he's got good aim. Must be from all that
archery practise, huh? Anyway, he said, "We talked
about undressing the mortal way the next time. Well,
it's the next time. How do I get these things off
you?" I pulled my knife outta my boot an' handed it to him.
"Strife, are you sure about this?"

I lay back, smilin. "Yah. I didn't make any
fastenins when I thought up this outfit, cuz."

He turned tha knife in his hands a coupla times,
then said quietly, "I don't want to hurt you."

I answered just as quiet. "Ya won't." Still he
hesitated. "You don't hafta do much if ya don't
wanna. Just get 'em loose around my hips an' ya can
sorta peel me."

He gave me a wicked grin. "Peel off the skin to get
to the banana, huh?"

"Oo, you nasty minded thing, you! I'm gonna tell your
Ma. She'll be so proud."

He slipped tha tip of tha
blade undah my waistband just ovah my left hip, an'
paused. "G'wan, it'll be easy. I keep that baby
sharp enough ta shave peach fuzz without bruisin tha
skin: hone it by hand."

"You don't just think it sharp? Why?"

"I find it relaxin, strokin a piece of fine steel
across a whetstone."

"Well, we're probably going to be stroking something
steely against something stoney in a few minutes, so I
guess it's appropriate."

"Ya been hangin around me too much, Cupe. You're
gettin ta be a punnish wise ass."

"Add horny to that description, and there's no such
thing as hanging around you too much, Strife."

He moved tha knife, an' I felt a little pull, then tha
blade sliced cleanly through tha thin, soft leathah.
All Cupe had ta do was pull an' lift, an' tha material
parted, neat an' sweet. He sliced a gap down ta where
my thigh started, then did tha same on tha othah side.
He started ta put aside tha knife, an' I said, "Don't
wanna play with it a little more?"

He frowned. "No, I told you I was worried about
hurting you. Besides, you're trembling." I hadn't
realized that until he mentioned it, but he was right.
There was a fine shudder passin through my body.
Maybe tha memory of how tha warlord's men had taken
turns carvin designs on me was a little freshah than I
had thought. Cupid lay down an' pulled me inta his
arms an' just held me till tha shakin stopped.
Finally when I was layin still against him he
whispered, "All right now?" I nodded. "Just relax,
Strife. Let me take care of you."

He kissed me, deep an' soft, then started ta kiss his
way down my throat, ta my chest. He spent a lot of
time on my nipples, lickin, then suckin tha rings inta
his mouth an' tuggin on them, very gently. By tha
time he moved down... Well, it was a good thing he'd
loosened tha material in my crotch area, or I woulda
been definitely uncomfortable.

Then he spent what seemed like two or three days on my
tummy. I didn't know how it was possible ta feel like
I was gonna die from horniness, an still have a
gigglin fit, but a tongue in yer belly button will do
that to ya.

Finally he took hold of tha split leathah an' slowly
worked it down off my hips, then down my legs, an'
tossed it, then removed my boots. I had closed my
eyes, waitin ta see what he was gonna do next, tryin
not ta be nervous. I knew... Dammit, I knew that it
wasn't normal ta be so skittish unless I was tha one


makin all tha moves, but I couldn't help it.

I'm not sure what I was expectin. Him suckin on my
little toe wasn't it, though. I opened my eyes real
quick. "Cupe, what tha fuck are ya doin?"

He let it go, givin it a little lick, an said, "I'm
learning what you taste like."

"Oh, shit. I'm glad I took a good bath." He smiled,
and started lickin tha second toe. By tha time he'd
worked his way to tha big toe, I was hard as a rock
an' half out of my mind. I know there are some who'd
say that's my natural state, but believe me, this was
different.

"Cupe," I panted, "Ya gotta stop that." He ran his
tongue ovah tha arch of my foot an tickled my ankle.
I jerked my leg, but he had a firm grip on my foot,
an' didn't seem inclined ta let go. I considered
plantin my othah foot against his shouldah or chest
an' shovin, but somehow I just couldn't work up tha
energy ta do it.

His mouth moved up my calf, an' he spent some time
circlin around my kneecap. An' I thought ya hadda rap
your knee with a teeny little mallet ta make your leg
jump like that. Then he pushed my legs apart an
started up tha inside of my thigh. Now he was sorta
nibblin as well as kissin an' lickin. I heard a funny
sound an' realized that it was me, moanin. An'
then...

He stopped--tha cock tease!

Well, he didn't stop, but he stopped movin. He stayed
in one place, suckin an' bitin, an' I just got harder
an' harder. It hurt a little, but it felt so damn
good, too. "Cupe!" There was pleadin in my voice.

He looked up at me, an now his his pupils were so
dilated that his eyes looked black, an' his mouth was
wet an' a little swollen from all he'd been doin ta
me. "Look, Strife." He stroked the inside of my leg
gently.

There was a livid bruise there, a patch of skin that
was as red as Bacchus's best wine, an beginnin ta
darken inta tha deep purple of tha grapes that wine
was made from. I reached down an touched it, curious.
It was tender, hot to tha touch, an damp with his
saliva. I looked at him wonderingly. His voice was
husky. "It's my mark. When you see it, you'll remember me." His hands started ts slide up my thighs. "I
hope that later you'll want to give me one. I want to
belong to you."

I felt like I was drownin, flounderin in deep watah.
An all tha while I was flailin ta keep my head up, I
kept thinkin about how easy it would be, how nice, ta
just give up an' sink down inta tha warmth I could feel
waitin ta catch me. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't
say anythin. I died a coupla times, waitin ta see
tha hurt in his eyes, but it nevah showed. He just
whispered, "It's all right. You just need time."
Then he bent down an' resumed his progress.

But just before he took me in his mouth, I put my
hands in his hair, stoppin him. He looked up at me
questioningly, an' I said, "Togethah, huh, Cupe?" He
smiled an' turned on tha bed, layin on his side with
his head toward my feet. I turned on my side ta face
him, an' started unlacin his short, brown leathah
pants. "Don't ya start without me, cuz." I warned.
He was nuzzlin my hip. "Don't ya dare."

"What will you dome ime if I do?" His voice was sly.

"I... you..." I took hold of his hips an' pulled him
close, so that his hard, beautiful cock was right in
fronta me. Then I licked him.

He shuddered an' groaned. "I see--slow torture. Two
can play at that game." He proceeded with tha
torture. Oh, m-a-a-a-a-n... He ggood. He very
slowly took me inta his mouth, slidin down my shaft
till he had it all, an my balls bumped his chin.

There was a temptation ta just lay there an' whimper,
but I also felt like if I didn't get part of him
inside me somehow, somewhere, I was gonna die. So I
mimicked him, lickin the clear film of pre-come off
his cock head before I sucked him deep inta my mouth.

I woulda called it a game, except that we were both
fuckin' serious about gettin each othah off. I
massaged his balls, he rubbed that sensitive spot just
behind my balls, where they join my body. I fluttered
an' swirled my tongue, he hummed. He won--I came
first, my hips jerkin in short, gentle strokes as my
orgasm washed ovah me. It was different than tha
othahs I've had: long, an' slow, an' gentle. It felt
like it was gonna last forevah.
Before I stopped spurtin, Cupid gently pushed even
deeper, an' made a little cryin sound as I felt the
warm gush of his seed.

He turned back around, crawlin up ta take me in his
arms, an' we kissed for a good, long time. Then he
pulled me ovah till I was half layin on him again,
usin him as a pillow, an' went ta sleep.

I waited. I waited till I was sure he was asleep, an
then I checked, just ta be double sure. I carefully
probed around tha edges of his mind. When I was sure,
I went deep inside myself. There are a lot of walls
in my mind, not just tha one I built ta hold back tha
memories of what had happened with Cezano. I looked
till I found tha highest, thickest, strongest one an'
got behind it, an' pulled it close around me. Then I
checked. I made sure there wat a t a single hole or
chink or crack. Then I sat in tha dark, closed my eye
in my mind an thought what I couldn't say.

I love ya, Cupe. I love ya so much. I've loved
ya farevah, an' I'll keep lovin ya farevah more.
But I can't hurt ya, so what am I gonna do?

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