Finding Cupid

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Gifting him with one of her dazzling smiles, Lula said, “You’re truly an amazing man.” She held up one hand in a Vulcan salute, which Dake met with his own, as they clinked glasses and drank.

  He studied her silently for a moment before asking, “So how do you know about Spock and Vulcans, but not something simple like hot fudge sundaes?”

  Lifting one shoulder in a shrug, Lula explained, “Because we finished studying the history of Earth media but haven’t gotten to the chapter on Earthly culinary habits yet.” She ladled some of the rich stew into Dake’s bowl. “Oxtails are said to richly increase a man’s stamina, Dake,” she noted. “So be sure you eat a hearty portion…maybe two.” She snuck a glance at him and giggled.

  Dake ended up scarfing down three bowls of the delicious concoction, plus plenty of good bread, butter and wine. That chariot ride must have made him hungrier than he thought. He should have been bursting at the seams, but instead of being stuffed, he felt perfect, well fed and ready to do the horizontal mambo. Of course, with his amazing little winged nymph, it didn’t necessarily have to be horizontal.

  “Let’s see what Cinnamus had his cook prepare for our dessert.” Lula lifted the dome cover from one of the chilled servers. “Mmm, another of my favorites,” she said, lifting one goblet and placing it in front of Dake and the other at her place.

  Dake looked down at the white and brown stuff in his dish and wrinkled his nose. “What is it?”

  “Greek yogurt with raw honey, almonds, walnuts and a dash of cinnamon.”

  Dake pushed his goblet away. “Sorry. I don’t like yogurt.”

  “Do you like ice cream?”

  “Baby, you know I do,” Dake said with a devilish smile. “Especially when I get to lick it off your juicy little body.”

  “And do you like cheesecake?” Lula went on, clearly doing her best to ignore Dake’s comment, but the pink spots in her cheeks gave her away.

  “Love it,” he said. “And I’ll bet it tastes even better spread all over your—”

  “Good, then you’ll like this,” Lula cut in. “Try it.”

  This time, it wasn’t just the hot spots in her cheeks that tattled on her, but the pair of stiff peaks at her breasts, straining at the silky material.

  “It’s made from full-fat milk and cream,” she chattered on as Dake stared at her, making his intentions known.

  His thoughts fled from the yogurt and locked on to images of them fucking until they dropped from exhaustion under that waterfall.

  “So there’s less tang,” Lula added. “It’s drained until it’s nearly as thick as cheese.” She scooped a dollop onto her spoon and leaned toward Dake, pressing the tip of the cool metal to his lips.

  Dake took the spoon into his mouth, surprised that the yogurt was just as tasty as Lula promised. As her hand started to retreat, Dake held it firm, locking gazes with her as he licked the spoon and then trailed his tongue across her fingers and thumb. She nibbled her bottom lip as she watched.

  The nearby sound of three short muffled gongs captured his attention. “Aw, shit.” He sat up in his chair, shifting to accommodate his swelling cock. “Please don’t tell me that’s the doorbell. Not now.”

  “Three gongs means there’s a message for us.”

  “Well, good. We can get it later. After we—”

  “It’s probably important, otherwise Cinnamus wouldn’t have had us disturbed,” Lula noted. “It must be about our plea to the Council of Deities, Dake.” She scooted her chair back, rising to her feet. “I’ll be right back.”

  It seemed like a small eternity before Lula returned, which Dake supposed wasn’t all that surprising considering how gigantic Cinnamus’ house was. Finally she came back to the table, carrying what looked like a parchment scroll. She looked a little green.

  “Uh-oh…bad news?” Dake asked.

  “I don’t know.” Lula sucked in a deep breath, expelling it with a whoosh. “I haven’t read it yet. But it’s from the council.” She dragged her chair next to Dake’s, pushed the food away and set the scroll on the table between them. “You open it,” she said. “I’m too nervous.”

  Dake unrolled the document, skimming along until he got past all the mumbo-jumbo. “Looks like even the gods use lawyers,” he quipped before going on. He got to the part that had to do with him and Lula and read carefully. He looked up at Lula, who was busy wringing her hands, and smiled.

  “The good news is that we’re getting this all over with tomorrow,” he told her. “The even better news is that Cinnamus and my brother are pleading before the council too!” He laughed. “Well, can you beat that?”

  “Beat it how?”

  “No, Lula, I meant…” Dake laughed again. “Never mind. Here, look.” He smoothed the scroll out in front of her. “See?”

  Lula mumbled the passage aloud and after corkscrewing her features, covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.

  “What’s wrong, honey?” Dake pulled her into an embrace, caressing her back. “This is good news, isn’t it?” Damn, he hated to see a woman cry. He never knew what in the hell to do or say to make it better. “Don’t cry, Lula, don’t cry,” was all he managed to come up with.

  “I-I’m crying because I’m so happy,” she wailed through a hiccupping sob. “Because the council has agreed to hear our plea and…and because the second and third most favorite men in my life are so much in love they want to be together forever.” After dabbing her eyes with her napkin she sniveled and said, “Can you find a pink rose and bring it to me please, Dake?”

  Dake stopped patting her back and looked at her like she was crazy. “Now?”

  She nodded. “Please.” And then she started bawling again.

  He hesitated for an instant and then decided this was no time to start in on the questions, so he got up and started scouting around the vast garden looking for a damned pink rose. He’d never paid attention to whether roses grew on trees or out of the ground like dandelions, so he just inspected everything that looked pink, had petals and smelled like a rose.

  It didn’t take too long before he found what he was pretty sure was a rosebush, but the blooms were all red. Another one next to it had all white roses. “Does it have to be pink?” he called back to Lula.

  “Yes. A true pink, not peach.”

  “Huh? Who the hell does she think I am, Zeb?” Dake groused under his breath. “What the hell could she possibly need a pink rose for now, right at this very minute?”

  He’d never understood women and it looked like he wasn’t having any better luck with nymphs. “This is nuts,” he muttered, digging through the section where he’d spotted the other roses and swearing every time he got stuck by a thorn, which was often. Finally, finally, he found an entire shitload of pink roses.

  “How many do you want?” he asked. “A dozen?”

  “Just one large perfect bloom,” Lula answered.

  “Well fuck,” Dake mumbled to himself. “Like I’m really gonna know the difference.” Braving thorns and spiders and other creepy-crawly things for the woman he loved, Dake plucked the pink rose that looked the best to him and hightailed it back to the table where she sat.

  “Should I put it in a vase or something?”

  Tears still streaming down her face, Lula shook her head back and forth, snatched the rose from Dake’s fingers and promptly began to devour the petals.

  “Honey…?” Maybe she was having some sort of nymph breakdown. Maybe everything was suddenly caving in on her. “Lula…?”

  “Pink roses have a tranquilizing affect on nymphs,” Lula explained as she plucked another petal and popped it into her mouth. Damned if Dake couldn’t see her features relax with each petal she ate. By the time she finished the flower, her eyes were dry and her nose and eyes weren’t all red and puffy anymore.

  She cradled the thorny stem in her hands and kissed it. “Thank you for your kind sustenance,” she said to the naked stem before setting it on the table and smiling up at Dake.


  Dake leaned his ear close, listening.

  “What are you doing, Dake?”

  He straightened. “Waiting to hear…” He took a deep breath. “Damn. It’s not going to answer you, is it, Lula?”

  Chuckling, she smoothed her fingers along his jaw. “Of course not. It’s a flower, Dake. They don’t have any vocal cords.”

  “I just thought that maybe up here on Olympus…”

  Lula shook her head. “Nope.” She frowned as she glanced at his arms. “Oh my poor Dake, look at you! You’re bleeding!”

  Purposely flaunting a hero’s smile and a chivalrous shrug, Dake said, “Anything to make you happy, my sweet, lovely Lula.” And then he kissed the tip of her nose.

  “Even your shirt is torn,” she said, fingering the ripped fabric over his biceps as a soft whimper escaped her lips. “And your big, broad, beautiful chest is scratched.” She poked a finger through one of the tears, finding his flat nipple and fondling the flesh.

  “Does that turn you on?” Dake asked, already getting the answer from the hot and bothered look on his nymph’s face.

  “Apparently so,” she whispered just before indulging in another little moan. “Fuck me, Dake. Grind your bruised and assaulted body hard against mine. Let me feel the hard ridge of your cock burning between my thighs. Do it, Dake. Blast into me. Fill my cunt with your—”

  Dake scooped her out of the chair, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he lifted her into his arms.

  He only had one word to say to her as he sprinted across the grass.

  “Waterfall.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Dake flung his jeans across a sculpted hedge at the same time Lula struggled to get out of her dress.

  “I’m not used to these sliding tracks,” she complained, her arms twisted at her back. She grumbled, acting as if she were snagged in a spider’s web as she scraped and tugged.

  “Here, let me help,” Dake offered, gliding the zipper down her back.

  Finally shrugging out of the dress, Lula breathed a sigh of relief. “I do so love most things I’ve discovered on Earth, but I can’t understand why they make their clothing so restrictive and fumblesome. Easy, comfortable garments are one of the things I’ll miss most when I leave Olympus.”

  The reminder of what loomed ahead for them the next day at the hands of the council stung. He didn’t like his life being toyed with, no matter how high and mighty or omnipotent the players might be. Being at the mercy of a group of beings he’d always considered to be mythological was disconcerting at best.

  The sight of Lula’s dress flying through the air toward the hedge snagged his attention back to the present.

  Off came her bra and panties, tossed on the bushes to join her dress and Dake’s clothes. “Okay, let’s do it,” she said with a bright, eager smile. “Fucking, fucking and even more fucking until we go insane with the sheer pleasure of all that glorious fucking. Oh Dake, I’m so horn-like, I can barely stand it.” She shimmied, wiggling all the good stuff.

  Dake shook his head and laughed before snatching Lula into his arms and squeezing her round curves hard against him. “Horny.”

  “Oh good. I’m glad you are too, Dake.”

  He opened his mouth to correct her and shut it again, chuckling. It was flat out amazing how a woman could keep him laughing while managing to turn his cock granite hard at the same time.

  “So you think you can take whatever I can dish out, hmm?” Lula grinned and nodded confidently in response. “Well, get ready to have your sweet little pink cunt fucked so hard and long that you’ll get down on your knees before me and beg for mercy.”

  “Whatever you say, Dake. But I can think of better things to do with my mouth than beg when I’m down on my knees,” Lula said, licking her lips as she eyed his cock, just as it reached an all-time record for mimicking a column of marble.

  God, she was an amazing woman.

  Before he had a chance to say anything, she splayed her hands wide against his chest, examining every scratch and puncture from the thorns and kissing them one by one. “I’m sorry you were wounded on your quest for the pink rose, Dake,” she said without lifting her gaze from his chest.

  He flexed his pecs for her and she let out a dreamy little sigh. Another flex and she moaned. “No you’re not. Admit it. You’re just a bloodthirsty little minx.”

  “Oh… Well, maybe just a little. Bravery and daring deeds always bode well with me,” Lula confessed softly, playing with the fine hair on his chest. “Especially when the courageous one is as handsome and beautifully muscled as you, Dakin.”

  She rasped her thumbs over his nipples then raked her fingernails gently from his pecs down to his waist. “The sight of a man’s broad, naked, muscular chest after he has braved obstacles for his lady fair does truly make my clit quiver.”

  She squirmed a bit and Dake’s gaze flew to her pussy and the juices trickling down her soft thighs. If she kept this up, he was a goner. He’d be the one begging at her knees instead of the other way around. Of course, why waste time begging when he could be worshiping at the altar of her slick, juicy womanhood? Or nymph-hood, or whatever it was.

  Turning her attention to his arms, Lula trailed her tongue across the scratches on his biceps. “Mmmm…Dake…you have such a magnificent hero’s body.”

  “Well, hell. If getting a few scratches makes you this hot, I’m definitely going to have to plant plenty of thorny rose bushes when we get back to Earth. And if you’re a very good girl I just might treat you by throwing myself into them and getting torn up every so often.” He winked.

  “Thank you.” Lula breathed a sigh. “That would be wonderful, Dake. And in return, I shall offer you my soft, wet pussy so you can forget the sting of your wounds as you thrust into me over and over again. Harder and harder each time.” She squirmed again. “Making me tingle deep inside as your white hot semen gushes hard and strong until your pulsing cock is fully depleted.”

  Bug-eyed, Dake gaped at Lula, swallowing hard. His dick jerked in what was obviously the prelude to a happy dance. “You’re going to have me coming all over myself right here if you don’t stop talking like that.”

  “Or you could come on me, instead,” she said with a wicked little smile. “All over my breasts, like you did that other time. And then I could lick your essence off again. Ooh, that was such fun, wasn’t it?” Her gorgeous tits bounced as she hopped in place. “You taste so good, Dake. Hmmm…I wonder how your creamy cum would taste on a hot fudge sundae…”

  Talk about dying and going to heaven. Damn! No matter what else happened in their lives once they got the okay from the big guns to stay together, Dake knew boredom and lackluster sex would never enter the picture.

  Hand in hand, they stepped into the nearly hidden cove and through the crystal-clear curtain of rushing water to find themselves ensconced in a small cave. A personal- sized lagoon awaited them at the base of three flat stone steps. Lily pads floated on the water’s surface while vines of sweet-scented flowers snaked up the stone walls.

  Smaller waterfalls trickled and gurgled as their water splashed into the lagoon. If all that weren’t enough, dozens of niches in the cave’s walls held lighted candles while some soft chanting music played in the background. Dake looked all over but couldn’t spot any speakers.

  “Wow. This place is really something.” If Dake was the kind of guy who could conjure up the idea of a super-sexy, perfect romantic spot absolutely made for fucking, this would definitely be it.

  “It’s beautiful,” Lula agreed. “I haven’t seen it from the inside before. Is it any wonder why Cinnamus teaches the art of love?”

  “The guy definitely has a knack for setting the scene,” Dake agreed. And then his face fell. “Damn, Lula. I totally forgot to bring condoms with me.” He took a deep breath, eyeing her moist pussy with a smile. “No big deal. I can think of plenty of other ways to satisfy my…horn-like little nymph.” His tongue glided across his lips.

  “There’s
no need for those bulky condoms here on Olympus, Dake. We use a far superior method of protection.” She glanced around until she spotted a verdigris metal cylinder resting in one of the niches. “This must be it,” she said, lifting the tube and opening its gold and gem-topped cover. Dipping her finger inside, she smiled. “Yes. Bring your big, bold cock here to me,” she commanded.

  “Whoa. Wait a minute,” he protested, watching the clear liquid drip from Lula’s fingers. “You’re going to put that stuff on my dick? What is it?”

  “Earth men are even bigger babies than Olympians,” Lula said with a giggle. “Do you honestly believe I would coat your love machine with something harmful?”

  “Love machine, huh? Yeah,” he nodded, “I like that.”

  Lula gave a dismissive wave. “It’s from a story I read or maybe a movie I watched. Cinnamus teaches us to be creative when it comes to things of a sexual nature, so during the last three days on Earth, I’ve been trying to discover as many imaginative synonyms for your manroot as possible.”

  “My what?” Dake erupted with laughter.

  “Your big salami.”

  “Oh Christ, Lula, stop. Please stop. You’re killing me.” He wiped his eyes.

  “If sausage references are not to your liking I’ve also learned the terms schlong, wiener…oh wait, that’s another meat reference.” She shrugged and continued, “Rocket, pecker, jutting spear and hot throbbing organ.” She counted the terms off on her fingers. “Do you find those more preferable than big salami?”

  “Look at me,” Dake complained through his laughter as he gestured toward his ready-for-action cock. “By all rights, I should be shrunk down to the size of a peanut after laughing so hard but, damn, you and your silly synonyms have got my…hot organ throbbing.” He laughed even harder until he felt Lula’s finger smoothing over the entire surface of his manroot. The last vestiges of his chuckle morphed into a long, low groan.

  “This covering allows full sensation,” Lula explained, demonstrating with a teasing swirl of her fingers along his length. “It’s readily available in liquid form for whoever wants to use it. The gods can apply the wrapper without the need of any liquid, simply through a thought process while gliding their finger along a cock.”