Finding Cupid

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Blatantly ignoring her entreaty, Dake simply gave a devilish smile as he scooped up a bit of ice cream on one of the small spoons. Placing the handle of the spoon between his teeth, he drew Lula’s knees up, parting her thighs further. Sliding his hands beneath her ass he lifted her from the mattress and then nestled his fingers at her pussy. Her body stiffened and she gave a yip when Dake pressed the icy morsel of cream against her clitoris.

  “Great Jupiter, what are you doing?” Fisting the plastic beneath her, Lula gasped, her thighs involuntarily closing like a vice against Dake’s hand.

  “Extracting the greatest amount of pleasure I possibly can from one small spoonful of chocolate ice cream,” Dake informed her, his voice a hoarse whisper as he watched the play of emotions on Lula’s face.

  Amid her pleading gasps of pain and pleasure, he continued the frosty assault against her most sensitive flesh. It chilled her. It burned. Oh dear gods, it made her entire body thrum from the sheer tormenting bliss of it all! A scream of rapturous agony rose in her throat only to seep from her lips in a hushed moan as she watched Dake bring the spoon to his mouth, licking it clean.

  “Mmmm, nymph juice is about the best damned ice cream topping I’ve ever had,” he said, just before discarding the spoon. His eyes dark with passion, Dake’s head descended until Lula felt the wet warmth of his tongue heating her ice-hot clit.

  With swirl after agonizing swirl, his tongue assailed the tender nub in a curious mixture of gentle soothing and an itching pain so wild, it begged to be scratched. Dake captured her clitoris in his mouth, sucking and scraping it between his teeth. The strength of the magnificent sensation rising within her was so all encompassing, it frightened Lula to the point that she fisted hanks of Dake’s hair to anchor herself as her body shook.

  Like the ocean surf, rhythmic waves washed through her being until Lula burst forth with a joyous cry of exaltation. In that instant, Dake pulled her to a sitting position, cradling her head against his chest and allowing her wings to materialize in their full splendor.

  “Gods, Dake, that was magical,” Lula panted, hugging him tight and enjoying the last rolling vestiges of her potent orgasm. “I do believe the rapturous experience I’ve just had could be classified as supernatural.”

  “Thanks to the magical, mystical properties of chocolate ice cream,” Dake said, his soft chuckle making his chest vibrate against her cheek.

  “Can it be my turn to build a magical sundae now?” Lula asked, eager to construct a tantalizing trail of deliciousness across the muscular fleshscape of Dake’s body.

  “Knock yourself out, sweetheart,” he answered, shifting places so he was on his back, hands propped behind his head in a casual position.

  Lula slanted him a cautious look. “I’m sure your strange words are simply another of your Earthly sayings, which I am not to take literally.”

  Dake winked at her. “You’re catching on fast. The phrase means go ahead and do whatever your little heart desires.”

  “I desire to make you writhe beneath me as I pleasure you beyond all reason,” Lula informed him, dragging her fingers down his chest and abs until she reached his groin. There she slipped one hand under his heavy sac, cupping and kneading gently while grasping his cock firmly with her free hand.

  She could look at Dake’s naked form for hours on end. His physique rivaled those of the great Greek statues. But even more than looking, she enjoyed playing with his body, feeling the tensing and slacking of the muscles and tendons beneath her hands.

  “Oh baby, you know how to make me happy.”

  “Just wait until we get to the eating part,” she said, returning his earlier wink.

  “You look beautiful that way, Lula.”

  “Thank you. What way?”

  “Sitting there between my legs with your wings spread out in all their glory and the light filtering through them. You look just like something out of a storybook.”

  “What I plan to do to you has nothing at all to do with children’s stories, Dake,” she said in a sultry whisper. She smiled when she noticed her bold promise had Dake’s cock twitching hard in her hand. His groan was tinged with disappointment as Lula slipped her hands from his shaft and balls so she could gather the tasty makings of a trail from the hollow at Dake’s throat all the way down to his groin.

  “This is just like my art class,” Lula said, dabbing Dake with bits of chocolate fudge sauce and topping each speck with a mini-chocolate chip. “Except we use stretched canvas instead of warm, solid flesh.”

  Nibbling at the chocolate design trailing down his chest she purred, “Of course, we don’t get to lick off all the paint in art class.” She laved his abs with her tongue, murmuring her appreciation of the chocolaty path. “Mmm, I much prefer this method.”

  When her mouth reached his navel, she kissed it and then plopped a small spoonful of ice cream there. Dake sucked in a gasp at the cold against his flesh just as Lula topped it with a spritz of whipped cream. “Ooh, I love this,” she gushed, spraying out more cream. “It’s such fun.” Giggling, she sprayed a ruffled dollop of cream on her nipples, bringing each breast to her mouth to lick it off.

  “Oh yeah…yeah…that’s it, baby. It’s just like I died and went to heaven,” Dake said.

  Returning her attention to Dake’s belly, Lula lapped up the cool treat ever so slowly, kneading his biceps as her mouth tended to the quickly melting ice cream at his navel. Positioned between his legs, she sat up on her knees and smiled as she took his broad, tall shaft in her hands. “It reminds me of a pillar of warm, pulsing marble. Do you like the feel of my hands on you, Dake?”

  “Better than you can imagine.”

  Lula dipped her head and swirled her tongue at the tip of his cock. “And do you like the feel of my mouth on you?”

  Dake chuckled, it was a low, rumbly kind of sound. “Oh baby, that’s the best feeling of all. Especially when it’s amplified by watching you go down on me in the mirror.”

  Lula looked toward the ceiling and smiled. “I agree. It does intensify the lustful feelings.” She took another lick of his cock. “I will never forget your taste, Dake. Tangy. Musky. Salty.” Placing a gentle kiss at the crown, she added, “This is the unique taste of…”

  Lula hesitated a moment. She wanted to say, This is the unique taste of my soul mate, my perfect love match, but decided against it because such talk of love seemed to make Dake uncomfortable.

  “What, honey?” Dake urged.

  “This is the unique taste of Dakin Dronyer,” Lula finished with a tender smile. “And while it is perfect as is, let me see if I can embellish it for this special sundae-making occasion you have created for us. When I was but a nymphet,” she said, scooping a finger full of fudge sauce from the jar and painting a stripe from the base of Dake’s cock to the tip, “I enjoyed finger-painting. Is that something Earth children do as well?”

  “Yeah, Zeb and I used to do it all the time. On paper, though,” he added with a chuckle.

  “I think it’s much more fun to paint a cock than a piece of paper,” Lula noted, slathering another stripe of fudge from bottom to top.

  “Well, in this case, I certainly like substituting for the paper,” Dake mused.

  “I know it will taste far better than paper when I lick and suck and nibble all of this from your cock.”

  Dake belted out a groan. “Damn, Lula, you’re killing me and your mouth’s not even on me yet.”

  “It will be soon enough. Be patient while I adorn the rest of your beautiful cock. And please make sure to keep it standing upright to make the decorating easier.” Lula glanced up from her artistic creation when Dake laughed.

  “Trust me, you don’t have to worry about that,” he assured her.

  One by one, careful spurts of whipped cream filled in the vertical areas between the fudge stripes. “Oh look, Dake.” She sat straight and glanced at the overhead mirror. “This looks almost too beautiful to eat, doesn’t it?” She couldn’t help goading Dake just a
bit. “Hmmm,” she folded her hands in her lap, “perhaps I’ll just sit here and admire my masterpiece for a while before indulging in its taste.”

  “I see that evil, wicked streak of yours is surfacing again,” Dake retorted.

  “I can’t help it.” Lula shrugged. “It is rumored that elf blood runs on my mother’s side of the family.”

  “Oh brother.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Elves?” Dake said. “Now you’re going to tell me elves are real too?”

  Lula laughed. “Well, of course they are, silly. Honestly, Dake, you do make the funniest jokes sometimes.” She spurted out more whipped cream on the crown of his cock. “But now isn’t the time for jokes. Now is the time for eating your sweet striped cock.”

  Lula positioned a cherry carefully at the tip, holding it there. “Do you think you can keep that still enough to balance a cherry on top?” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Dake’s cock twitched, tossing the cherry onto the plastic.

  “Hell no. Not if you keep saying provocative things like that,” Dake told her.

  “About elves?” Lula asked.

  Dake tsked. “About my cherry-topped cock.”

  “Oh.” Lula tried again with another cherry. “Okay…be still now.” As soon as she leaned over, edging her lips toward Dake’s cock, it jerked again. “Dakin! You’re not cooperating.”

  “Lula.”

  “What?”

  “Eat me.”

  And Lula did.

  “Can you see my tongue trailing along the fudge striping your cock when you look in the mirror?” she asked, coming up for air.

  “Why, Lula? Why are you trying to kill me?” Dake groaned a hoarse chuckle. “Don’t worry about me. I can see all I need to see. Just get your mouth back where it belongs, okay?”

  Lula happily went back to the task of licking, sucking and nibbling, murmuring little sounds of approval as she worked. This was by far the most enjoyable way to eat chocolate. But she couldn’t imagine it being nearly as enjoyable with any other man. The taste, the sensations, the ambiance just wouldn’t be the same without her soul mate.

  Lula pushed the gloomy thought from her mind as she focused on enjoying her time with Dake, knowing she was giving him great pleasure.

  Polishing his cock with her lips and tongue, Lula sucked, intent on milking the seed from him. Slipping one hand beneath his ass and kneading his cheek, she cupped his balls with the other, caressing gently. His body stiffening, Dake fisted her curls, pressing her head closer to his groin.

  With a primal growl, he let loose his male essence in a series of vigorous spurts. His warm salty cream cascaded down the back of Lula’s throat along with the last vestiges of chocolate and whipped cream. The mix of sweet and savory she swallowed was intoxicating, but the delicious sense of Dake’s absolute satisfaction was the sweetest of all.

  “Come here,” Dake said, crooking his finger and motioning to her once his senses returned. “You’ve got chocolate all over your mouth.”

  Lula spread herself over Dake’s belly, loving the feel of her flesh pressing into his from her breasts to her knees. She supported herself on her elbows as she brought her mouth close to his. Dake cupped her face, holding her there in place for a moment, looking into her eyes in such a way that Lula felt a mighty twinge at the seat of her soul.

  She knew that look. It was a look of love. Seeing it on Dake’s face when he gazed at her brought tears to her eyes.

  After another moment, Dake licked the chocolate from Lula’s lips, ending the undertaking by capturing her lips in a kiss so soft, so sweet and tender, it spoke of love without the need for mere words.

  “Oh Lula, I—”

  She smiled down at him, realizing that Dake couldn’t yet bring himself to say the words. His heart and soul knew, but his conscious mind fought against the knowledge. And that was all right. Lula understood. Perhaps before it came time for her to leave, she might hear the words spill from his lips.

  “You’re wonderful, Lula,” Dake said instead of telling her he loved her.

  “As are you,” Lula said. “I’ve never enjoyed myself to this extent before, Dake.” It wasn’t necessary for her to tell him she loved him because he already knew it deep inside. The words would only hang in the air as an awkward admission for someone who wasn’t ready to hear them or say them in return.

  “Whenever I think of you,” he told her, hugging Lula to his chest and cradling her in his arms, “this is always the way I’m going to picture you. Naked, covered in chocolate and with your beautiful glistening wings spread.”

  “You will remember the nakedness and the chocolate, but not the wings,” Lula murmured against his ear.

  “Are you kidding? Honey, how could I ever forget those wings of yours and all the fun we’ve had flying around this room and fucking each other right side up, upside down and even sideways, for chrissakes.”

  She felt the rumble of his laughter vibrate through her body. “Once I find Cupid, whether it is tomorrow or the next morning when I rendezvous with the chariot that will take me back home, your memory of me will be altered. You will remember that we met and that we enjoyed each other’s company, including the fact that we made love many times, but you will have no memory of my having wings or being a nymph and no memory of our conversations about Cupid, chariots or Olympus.”

  Dake rolled Lula from his chest, bringing them both to a sitting position. Clasping her arms, he looked deep into her eyes and frowned. “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”

  “It’s one of the first rules we are taught,” Lula explained. “While many mortals have known gods and otherworldly beings like nymphs, elves and fairies, any recollection of what you refer to as supernatural is removed from the memory. It’s necessary to avoid undue stress for the mortal once their time with the being has ended.”

  “You can’t do that. I don’t want you to do that, Lula. I don’t want to forget anything about you.”

  “I’m sorry, Dake, but it must be done. It’s true that I cannot do it myself. If I hadn’t lost my vial of forgetfulness serum…or powder,” she waved a hand through the air, “or whatever it is, then I could have performed the task myself. However, because of my irresponsibility, either Cupid or Cinnamus will have to apply a dab of the forgetfulness mixture to your skin instead.”

  Dake’s expression grew steely. “What if I refuse?”

  “It will still be done. Oh I remember now,” Lula said, happy that she finally recalled Cinnamus’ words about the vials.

  “It is indeed a powder and not a liquid because simply inhaling the forgetfulness powder will work. Sometimes mortals retain a few wisps of memory because they cling to it so fiercely. But then others of your kind only believe them to be touched,” Lula tapped her finger against Dake’s temple, “because they insist they’ve seen aliens or UFOs or fairies or—”

  The groan escaping Dake’s throat was mighty. Letting go of Lula’s arms, he closed his eyes and shook his head. “Jesus, now you’re trying to tell me that there really are such things as aliens and UFOs.” He opened his eyes, pinning her with a bewildered gaze. “I’ve never believed in any of that shit until I met you. I thought all those people who talked about seeing aliens were—”

  “Crazy.” Lula nodded. “Exactly. Once I leave, both you and Zebulon will go back to believing what you did before I ever appeared. Perhaps the only difference is that you may find yourself to be a bit more open-minded and less judgmental when you hear stories that sound unreal.”

  “So you guys will be zapping Zeb too, huh?”

  “Yes.”

  “Whew.” Dake dragged his fingers through his hair. “This is all pretty hard to take, you know? I mean, my life gets turned upside down—in a good way,” he added quickly. “And I finally meet a woman I could actually—” He stopped short and just sat there, shaking his head back and forth slowly.

  “I’m truly sorry, Dake.” Lula smoothed her hand along his arm. “
Perhaps I shouldn’t have told you, but I felt it was only right to inform you myself after all that we have shared together.” Dake seemed to snap out of a daze as Lula watched him.

  His broad chest expanded as he took in a deep breath and expelled it with a whoosh. “No, it’s okay. I’m glad you told me. Don’t feel bad about it, Lula.”

  “Look what I’ve done to you,” Lula said, lifting his almost limp cock. “I killed it again.”

  Dake looked down and smiled. “I like it a lot better when you kill it the other way,” he said. “You know, genital death by extreme pleasure.”

  “We have all night left to devise numerous other ways to pleasurably kill your cock.”

  “And plenty of sundae fixings to use in a dastardly variety of ways,” Dake added.

  Lula plopped herself belly down on the plastic sheet, right in the midst of melted ice cream, dabs of fudge and other remains of their passionate creations. “Remember when you told me I had a sweet ass?”

  “Aw, jeez, you’re not going to wipe out that memory too, are you?”

  Her chin propped on her hands, Lula giggled. “No, you’ll get to keep that one. Why don’t you paint my ass to make it even sweeter than it already is,” she suggested. “Then after you lick everything off, you can take me from behind, caveman style.”

  “Sounds like a good plan to me. Caveman style…is that what you call it up there on Olympus? We usually call it doggie style here.”

  “When a male enters the female’s vagina with an approach from the rear, it is referred to in my textbook as caveman style, citing the lusty, primitive, animalistic urges acted upon by the Neanderthals who once roamed your Earth. I believe this terminology and the imagery it creates would be more acceptable and appropriate than imparting broad mental images of canines copulating, would it not?”

  Dake just looked down at Lula for a long moment before laughing, grabbing two handfuls of her ass and squeezing. “You are definitely the most interesting, amazing and oddly peculiar woman I’ve ever met.” He pressed a finger to Lula’s lips when she opened her mouth. “And don’t give me any of that I’m not a woman I’m a nymph stuff, because after you leave, all I’m going to remember is that you were a woman anyway, right?”