Page 86 of Captured By the Cupid

A tremor shudders through me from one of the twins sucking my stiff nipple into his warm, wet mouth before pinching the little clamp around it. Both nipples are now clamped following my “wrong” guess. Poor sweet boys. They forgot how I can see auras, but I couldn’t disappoint them. And I like a little pain-induced endorphins with my sex. It will help me when it’s time to take their cocks.

Eros still has no aura I can see, but Crescendo is a simple violet, Longing is a flush of hot pink, and Desire’s crimson is simple to pinpoint.

Another edge of a feathered wing tickles my right tit. “Next time, maybe you’ll recognize how different wing textures are when it comes to their feathers,” Eros informs me, and I swear I can hear the grin in the asshole’s voice.

“They’re identical twins, for Cupid’s sake!” I whine, putting up a good front. “This isnotfair!”

A sharp sting flares on my right butt cheek, and my pussy pulses out more wetness as I hiss from the swat of the crop. I’ve lost track of time and the inflamed welts puckering along my ass. Yes, they’d upgraded to tickle-by-feather torture.

How much time has passed? How long will they play this ridiculously unfair game? What does a girl have to do to get some Cupidcocksaround here? If their goal is to “prepare” me again with all this buildup, I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.

At least my belly is content from their chocolate treats. So far, I’ve guessed Eros right with my eyes closed. There’s a familiar possessiveness in his hands. They are larger than the twins’, a little more rugged. But the twins? Ugh, they’re impossible!

A hand twists in my hair and yanks my neck back before a tongue thrusts inside my mouth. I moan, leaning into the kiss, parting my lips, wanting more. Lust drunk for him, for them.

My first kiss from one of them. Even with my eyes closed, I know exactly which one. This god tastes and explores with seduction to warm my blood and stir the butterflies in my belly to a frenzy. It doesn’t claim. This tongue doesn’t fuck.

“Desire…” I whisper after he pauses above my lips.

Another tender kiss and then…“Oh!” I groan at the sensation of someone rubbing my slippery clit. Liquid flames kindle my inner muscles to tighten, aching to be filled.

I imagine this is my reward as he swipes my swollen nub back and forth. My hips instinctively start a gentle rocking which only jingles the nipple clamp bells.

“How about some extra credit, Eros?” Desire simpers while cupping the bottoms of my breasts. That must mean Longing is tormenting my poor clit. I squeeze my eyes shut as something warm and molten wets my clit.

“Oh!” I buck at the sudden change when Longing rubs something cold around my clit, something that drips more. Hereplaces it with the hot goo right after. Tension and tightness mount within me, making it harder to guess.

“That’s not ice…that’s ice cream?” I wonder. “And a hot brownie?”

The fingers pause. The next thing I know, Longing spears my puffy folds with his tongue before he licks my clit and catches it to suckle. I jerk in the swing, tits bouncing, bells jingling. Desire tightens the clamps on my nipples, and I moan from the pressure.

“So sweet,” Longing remarks after pulling off my clit with a wet pop. “White chocolate ice cream with the molten lava cake complements her floral cream, Eros.” I was close!

His mouth is so hot as he flicks my clit with his tongue before burying his whole mouth in my pussy to drink and eat me out like I’m a gourmet Valentine’s Day meal. Embers spark in my core. One more swipe along my tiny dark ring of muscles, across my wet slit, and back up to curl around my distended clit is all it takes for me to shimmer to that flaring edge.

Desire removes the clamps and squeezes and twists my nipples.

Hips dancing, center spasming, I choke on my gasps as the orgasm sends electrical pinpricks skittering across my skin, tingling my nipples, and coursing down my spine. Molten waves of bliss soak my sex with heated feminine honey.

Longing laps at my juices while I shake in the aftermath.

EROS

“So damn delicious.” Desire licks his chops after he’s rewarded Aradia. “Could spend eternity drinking her up.”

I frown. Because I never shared Psyche. Not once. She was mine and mine alone. My arrows wouldn’t give me any other choice. But it went deeper. Psyche never wanted my brothers near her. She would cling like a leech to me if they ever visited.

I remember when Himeros once stumbled upon her in the public bathing pool at the palace. A place she frequented, but it was not uncommon for him to go there, too. Fuck, she nearly scratched his eyes out with her goddess fury.

Aradia…fuck, she adores them. And they adore her. She plays with them as she plays with me.

It’s not jealousy twinging within me. It’s fucking guilt. I’ve tried to put my wife out of my mind. And mentally curse Hades for disrupting my lust-induced stupor. I am the God of Love and Fornication. I can put aside those matters for one gods-damned night.

After the past two hours of this tension, my dick is ready to take her again. Her sex is primed and soaked for me. Her clit is fat and engorged, hypersensitive. I’ve touched her a hundred times over the past couple of hours, reveling with pride at how she judged me every damn time. My god one, my gargoyle one. My fingers, palms, my tongue, my lips.

We’ve built up her punishments. Challenged her more. And she rose to the challenge every fucking time. Didn’t stop her tits from getting good and red from the belt to match her plump little ass that took a paddling—a paddling that would have been shortened if she had not mouthed off to Pothos.

I fist my dick, nodding to my brothers, signaling the time is coming. First, we give Crescendo another chance. He’s taken far more of a cameo role, but he still appreciates being involved.

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