Page 77 of Captured By the Cupid

“Haven’t I been prepared enough?” I ask, my jaw dropping, baffled while swinging my head back to the twins.

Longing and Desire just smile.

Oh,I could get used to this!

The sea embraces my naked skin from the lunar tide pools the twins brought me to. Desire called the waters the Aqua Nymph Ritual, designed to replenish and rejuvenate the skin. I’ve spent the past hour soaking, swimming, and basking in the restorative sensations as my stress and tension melted away, dissolving like sea foam while Purgatory’s sea serenades me with its harmony.

Longing and Desire simply enjoy the view from the banks as Crescendo plays ethereal songs that would make Enya sound like a croaking frog.

A twisting rock wall provides a barrier for this sacred oasis, protected by ancient whispering palms. I move toward the wall to pluck a mystical glowing flower from the fronds. Shallower here, the water skirts my upper thighs, nearly lapping at my pussy.

At the first touch of hands settling on my hips, I flinch. Gasping when naked masculine abs and a warm chest press to the curve of my back.

“Shh, sweetheart…” Heated desire pools in my nether regions from the cooing familiar voice and the fingers traipsing across my body. I lean against Desire, flushed from his sensual touch as he kisses the side of my jaw. “You’ve wanted our hands all over you for the past few days. Consider your wish granted.”

“Mmm!” I moan, closing my eyes when he cups my breasts, and that’s when I realize he’s massaging oil into my mounds, plumping them, and thumbing the sensitive nipples that swell from his touch. My womb tightens.

“Embrace your inner magic, little darling,” Longing urges as he sweeps in front of me. I flick my eyes to the equipage between his legs, half-covered in the water, but he’s nearly as well-endowed as Eros. Desire’s twin length throbs against my lower back. “Your skin glows like a luminous mermaid,” adds Longing while rubbing the same golden oil into my skin.

Together, they linger upon my neck, my inner arms, armpits, and other erogenous zone to kindle me. Desire often returns to fondle my breasts. Treated to this erotic full-body massage, I bite my lower lip and tip my head back against Desire’s shoulder. His pleased chuckle ripples into my back, and his cock twitches again.

Not as powerful as my lust when Eros walked into the bedroom suite earlier, but my blood is appropriately stoked…slicking my center with the wetness and swelling my folds.

“Discipline will fade to care and preparation today, sweet girl,” Desire tells me and rubs his lips along my neck.

“Um…does that mean I can orgasm?”

They pause. And trade looks. With a tender pinch to my nipples, plucking them as I arch my back and hiss, Desire chuckles darkly. “Nice try, sweetheart. You will save all those lovely screams of climax for our brother as he rightly deserves. If you come whatsoever during our preparation, you will suffer the consequences.”

I shiver. After the past few days of sexual torture, I can’t imagine what else they could do.

At least they take me back to the shore covered in mythical flowers. Ones they call Elysium lilies. Something like stardust shimmers from the inner tendrils where the nectar is housed. The bloom petals are open, perfuming the air, their stems arched as if drinking from the sky.

Desire helps me lie down before Longing spreads my thighs and buries his face in my soaked folds.

“Gods!” I wail.

Hands fondling my breasts and tweaking my nipples, Desire lowers his head to nip my ear.

“Do you desire and long for us, sweet slutty girl?” His hand forsakes my breast until I feel it squeeze my ass, fingers dipping into my seam. “Will you be our dirty little slut tonight? And show you what the greatest Erote lovers can do?”

Desire plucks my erect buds as his brother laps at my pussy, circling his tongue around the swollen nub. I’m so close.

“You will not come,” growls Desire, and Longing leaves my center.

“Such a good girl,” Longing chuckles as he crawls up my body.

I close my eyes just as his lips part mine, tongue spearing into my mouth to open me to the taste of my own fluids.Desire captures my mouth next in a captivating kiss, one full of seduction as his brother touches his lips to my nipples. A little suckle, but no more.

How will I possibly survive Eros tonight?

I losttrack of all their treatments.

One was an Elysiam Stem Cell facial with some mythical botanicals. An exfoliating scrub with crushed celestial gemstones and stardust-infused oils was another. And a moonstone cream. All I know is my skin feels softer than a newborn baby.

For now, I luxuriate in their four-handed massage with the scent of enchanting herbs drifting in the air. Along with Crescendo’s music, of course. A serene blend of faint ethereal choral voices against the ocean surf.

Warm currents of energy, like wavelengths, ripple up and down my body as the twins have me turn from my back to my front.

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