Finding Cupid

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  “Feels like nothing’s there,” Dake said. “Come here so I can try it out, sweetstuff. If it works as good as you said, maybe we can bring a case of it back to Earth.” He led her down the steps to the lagoon. When he was thigh-deep and they stood beneath a slow, steady shower of water, he stopped and drew her close, planting little kisses along her neck and throat until his mouth found her breast.

  Flicking his tongue to catch a droplet of water that clung to her nipple, he clamped his teeth down on the crinkled peak and sucked hard. Lula gave that delicious little moan he loved to hear, so he added some biting action as she writhed in his arms.

  She reached between his legs and cupped his balls, gently squeezing the heavy sac that held the essence of his manhood. A tremble went through him at the feel of her tender, loving touch. He loved Lula’s hands on him, her lips on his, her tongue and mouth sliding up and down the length of his cock. Whatever he’d done to deserve having Lula in his life must have been pretty damn special. He sent up a silent prayer of thanks.

  After lavishing her breasts with ample attention, he lifted Lula, cradling her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he strode through the water to a nearby wall. “These vines don’t have thorns, do they?”

  Lula glanced behind her and shook her head. “No. Why?”

  Bracing her against the wall until her backside was blanketed by the pale blooms, he wasted no time. With a single thrust high, deep and hard, he’d seated himself. If he’d had to wait another minute to feel her silken heat gloving him he’d go fucking nuts. Moisture seeped down the walls of her cunt like honey, bathing his cock and trickling onto his thighs. Life just didn’t get any better than this.

  Lula cried out, arching her back. Returning his attention to her breast, Dake nipped at one of the rigid, rosy peaks, tugging it as he pistoned into her slick, silky depths.

  “That’s why,” he growled, in answer to her question. The feel of her wet heat encasing his cock was amazing. Through the thin film of protection she’d applied he could feel everything he’d missed when using condoms. Every glide through her sweet pussy as her inner muscles clenched him, inviting him deeper, was like the best joyride of his life.

  “You make my body pulse with excitement, Dake. I like the way you stretch me wide…the feel of the friction as you push into me.” Lula clutched her breasts, pinching her erect nipples and dissolving into a series of little moans as he watched, mesmerized. She abandoned one of her breasts to claw at his chest, whimpering when a small rivulet of blood trickled from one of his scratches.

  She looked exquisite, magnificent, caught in the raw unadulterated pleasure of their union. Never had he known a woman to freely abandon her inhibitions and throw herself so wildly, so wholly into lovemaking. She’d always be a goddess as far as Dake was concerned.

  “You’re phenomenal, Lula,” he said, screwing himself into her again. “I love everything about you. The way you look, the way you act…everything, inside and out. They broke the mold when they made you.”

  “Yes, that’s what Cinnamus keeps telling me when I make an error in judgment.”

  Dake chuckled at that. “You feel so fucking good. So damn amazing I don’t think I’m going to last long.” He slammed into her again, his balls slapping against her with each thrust. It wasn’t long before he felt the familiar pull in his balls, the tingling tightness in his cock. “God, I wish we could stay like this forever. I love being inside you, sweetheart.”

  “Me too,” she panted in response. “Don’t worry about premature ejaculation, my handsome love machine. We can make love all night.”

  Digging his fingertips into the soft flesh at Lula’s hips, a twisted cry erupted from Dake’s lips, half laugh and half tormented ecstasy as pulsing streams of cum shot out. The high, operatic note signaling Lula’s orgasm echoed off the walls, mixing with the angelic chants, and Dake opened his eyes in time to watch her wings spread wide against the flowers.

  He couldn’t believe there was a time when that singular action had scared the living shit out of him. Now, watching his beautiful Lula’s delicate wings extend and flutter was like second nature.

  Two hours later, exhausted and depleted from making vigorous love to his insatiable winged nymph an unbelievable five damn times, Dake bellowed a yawn. He was satisfied, sated and entirely content.

  “Dake?” Sitting on a deep, flat stone, Lula swished her feet in the water as she worked on a chain of flowers.

  “Hmm?” he asked lazily, resting his head against one smooth rock as he reclined against another.

  “Are you worried about our meeting with the council tomorrow?”

  “Let’s just say I’ll be glad when it’s all over with.”

  “I hope you don’t have to fight any dragons or battle any other fierce beasts.”

  Heaving a sigh, Dake pulled himself up on his elbows, slanting Lula a skeptical look. “Lula.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She joined the ends of the flower chain, positioning the ring of blooms on her head. A true flower child, complete with butterfly wings, it looked perfectly natural on her.

  “Can you maybe keep your fascination with bloodied heroes limited to wrestling thorny rose bushes and not getting barbecued by dragons or skewered by one-eyed monsters twice a man’s size?”

  She turned to look at him in surprise. “Oh Dake, I never meant—”

  “Uh-uh.” He wagged a finger at her, shaking his head. “I’m not buying it. I’ve watched plenty of movies with dragons and fiendish monsters, you know. I’ve seen the way the female is always breathing heavy and getting that certain look in her eyes when her hero returns home all bleeding and battered.”

  “It is a rather romantic notion,” she said sheepishly.

  “Well, just forget about it, okay?” Dake sat up fully, scooting next to Lula and swinging his feet in the water. “This isn’t a romance novel, this is real life.”

  “Perhaps you’ll only have to battle a small troll,” she offered helpfully.

  “And perhaps we’ll go to this council thing,” Dake countered, “and discover that everything’s handled in a sane, sensible, responsible, adult manner. Without any bloody skirmishes.”

  As she nibbled her lower lip, Lula patted his thigh. “Keep practicing your positive thinking, Dake. I’m sure it can’t hurt.”

  “So if you haven’t managed to get me eviscerated by some gargoyle or something by the time I’m eighty, I guess that means I’ll be old and pruny while you still look all young, bouncy and perky, huh?”

  “Yes,” Lula said with a wistful sigh. “I’ve thought about that and it makes me very sad.”

  “Yeah well, I’m not all that crazy about getting old either, sweetheart. Although it might be kind of cool to be a wrinkled old geezer with a hot babe on his arm. I just hope I can still get it up then.” Dake chuckled.

  “It’s not your youthful looks or ability to perform sexually that I fear losing, Dake. It’s you. I love you.” She poked his chest just above his heart and gazed into his eyes. “The you that’s inside.” Leaning her head against his chest, she sighed. “Oh Dake, whatever will I do once your short life span has ended? I can’t even imagine enduring that pain.”

  Draping his arm around her shoulder, Dake drew Lula close. “Aw, honey, don’t worry about that now. We’ve got a good forty-some years together before I check out.”

  “Check out?” She gave him that wide-eyed questioning look.

  “Kick the bucket. Keel over. Bite the dust.” He couldn’t help grinning as he saw her perplexed expression. “You know, when I’ve cashed in my chips, bought the farm and I’m pushing up daisies.”

  “Ahhh…” Lula nodded thoughtfully. “Those are euphemisms for death, right?”

  “You’re not the only creative one around here.” Dake winked as he tapped his finger against her temple.

  She patted his thigh and smiled. “That’s very sweet of you to avoid using the word die when referring to your imminent death so as not to upset me.”r />
  “Imminent? Hey, are you fixating on dragons again?”

  “Of course not. I’m simply thinking about the forty-some years you mentioned. It will pass in the mere blink of an eye, Dake. We will have such a short time together before you…kick the bucket.” Her chin trembled.

  “Whoa, time to change the subject before you start crying again and send me out in search of more pink roses. It’s getting dark out there and I might not find my way back,” Dake teased.

  “You could get mightily scratched up,” Lula said with a bit too much enthusiasm.

  “Forget about it, sweet lips.”

  Lowering her head, Lula glanced up at him through her lashes and smiled. “I was just making levity.”

  “Yeah, right.” He studied her for a moment before resting his chin atop her head. Her hair smelled faintly of the flowers ringing her curls. “Funny. We’ve known each other less than a week and I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”

  “That’s because we’re true soul mates,” Lula said, cupping his depleted cock with her hand. When her fingers started caressing him there, Dake smiled. No way in hell was his dick going to respond this time. Uh-uh. Not after she’d practically killed it with two hours of her ravenous carnal appetite.

  “Look at Zeb and Cinnamus,” Dake noted. “They’ve just known each other a day and they’re ready to commit for life.”

  “Cinnamus has waited a very long time to meet his soul mate.” Lula continued to massage his cock with gentle, teasing strokes.

  “Zeb too. He’s a good guy. Always putting everyone else’s needs before his own. He deserves to find someone who really cares about him.”

  “I hope the council grants their wish to be together,” Lula said. “Perhaps because Cinnamus is a god, it will be easier for him to get a positive ruling from his peers. I surely hope so.”

  “I know my brother. He’s gotta be loving it here. If they stay together, he’d rather live on Olympus than back on Earth.” The sudden realization that he and Zeb might not get to see each other again after tomorrow clawed at Dake’s gut. “What happens if we’re down there and Zeb and Cinnamus are up here? I mean, do we get visitation rights?”

  “I don’t know, Dake. Our futures will be determined tomorrow by the whim of the gods.” She did a curlicue thing with her fingers at his cock at the same time she pressed her breasts against his side and kissed his shoulder. “All I know is that I want to make this night together unforgettable, as it may be our last. Let’s go back to the house.” She shivered and pressed herself harder against him. “It’s getting chilly out here.”

  Foolishly ignoring all reason, Dake’s cock swelled. A potent combination of lust and love churned deep in his gut as he caressed Lula, never wanting to let her go. “I hope we don’t need a map to the bedroom.”

  “I remember where it is.”

  “Famous last words.” Dake gave a husky chuckle. He helped Lula to her feet then picked her up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, cooing as she rested her head at his shoulder. At that moment, as he gazed down at her sweet face, taking in her pouty lips, pink cheeks and wondrous blue eyes, Dake knew.

  He knew without a doubt he’d willingly battle dragons, beasts, trolls or anything else they threw at him if it meant being able to hold Lula in his arms like this for even one more day.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “I’m not going there dressed like a girl,” Dake complained.

  “Trust me, Dakin, you do not look like a girl.” Zeb heaved a monumental sigh. “You look sophisticated. Like an Olympian.”

  “It’s a skirt, for fuck’s sake.”

  “It’s a toga,” Zeb corrected. “And you look very masculine in it. Look at me, don’t I look masculine in my toga?”

  Dake gave his brother a quick appraisal. “I’m putting my jeans back on,” he announced, snatching them from the chest of drawers.

  “Listen, this is important, Dakin. You can’t show up at the council wearing a torn bloody shirt and jeans. Your clothes look like you were in a grubby cock fight, for heaven’s sake.” Grabbing the jeans from his brother, he studied them before letting them drop to the floor of the dressing room in a wrinkled heap. The shirt followed. “What in the world were you and Lula doing last night, anyway? Were there any whips and chains involved?” Zeb snickered.

  “Hardly. But do me a favor and don’t give her any ideas, okay?” Dake laughed. “She’s bloodthirsty enough already.”

  “I can see where you might have gotten all those scratches from her fingernails in the heat of passion, but that doesn’t explain the ripped clothes.”

  “Rose bushes.” Dake sighed. “I got caught in the thorns.”

  “Hmmm, and little Lula got turned on when she glimpsed her big strong he-man all torn up. Is that it?”

  “Something like that.” Dake fidgeted, flipping the skirt of his mid-thigh-length toga and wiggling his toes. “And what’s with these girly sandals with all the crisscross stuff up to my knees? I feel silly—like a fucking ballerina, for chrissakes. What if I walk in there and they all start laughing?”

  “Will you puhleeze stop grousing! You look just like Marc Antony. Just like a brave Roman soldier.”

  “Maybe I’d feel better if I had some armor.”

  “Dakin.”

  “What.”

  “I love you.”

  Dake stopped his fiddling and looked up at his brother with surprise. Zeb’s expression was serious, solemn.

  “You know there’s a chance we may never see each other again after today,” Zeb said, clapping a hand on Dake’s shoulder. “I’m not sure I could bear losing you, Dakin.”

  “Hey, we’re not going to lose each other.” Dake grabbed his brother into a hug, giving him a hearty pat on the back. “Everything’s going to be just fine. You’ll see.” He backed out of the embrace. “Hey, Zeb?”

  “Yes?”

  “I love you too.”

  Zeb sniffed and then busied himself in front of the full-length three-way mirror, primping. “What do you think of my hair like this?” he asked, fingering the dark curls flattened at his forehead. “I thought I’d go for a classic Roman look.”

  “It’s all right, I guess.” Dake shrugged. “If you like curlicues.”

  “You know I do,” Zeb teased with a wink.

  “So you really love this guy, right? I mean, you and Cinnamus have only known each other for a day and—”

  “And one spectacular night,” Zeb breathed.

  “I don’t want to hear about it.”

  “He was incredible, Dake.”

  “I don’t want to hear about it.”

  “The man’s a god in more ways than one.”

  “Yeah, but can he fly?” Dake asked with a devilish smile.

  “Hmmm,” Zeb tapped his chin, “I never thought to ask. But he has a very big chariot, if you know what I mean.” Zeb gave his own devilish smile.

  “I don’t want to hear about it.” Something nudged Dake’s bare leg and he glanced down. “Holy fucking shit!” He jumped back. “What in the hell is that thing?”

  “Shame on you,” Zeb said, getting to his knees and patting the unicorn after it started with a fright at Dake’s outburst. “You’re frightening him.”

  “Him who?”

  “Sabellius. He’s a miniature unicorn. Cinnamus calls him Sabby for short.” Zeb smoothed the little creature’s mane.

  Dake dropped his head into his hand and groaned. “Aw jeez, Zeb. This is all too much. Unicorns and gods and chariots and flying nymphs… How did we get ourselves mixed up in all this shit?”

  Zeb arched an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’re sorry you met Lula?”

  “Hell no.” His shoulders sagging, Dake sucked in a deep breath, letting it out with a whoosh. “Of course not. I love her more than I ever thought I could love a woman. It’s like she’s a part of me.” He extended his hand and the unicorn licked it. Then it nuzzled up to Dake’s leg. The little guy was just like a dog. With a big
corkscrew horn coming out of its head. He patted Sabby’s flanks.

  “And I feel the same way about Cinnamus. So that means we have nothing to complain about, right?”

  “But it’s all happened so fast,” Dake said. “How can you be sure you want to spend the rest of your life with Cinnamus after knowing him for just a day—and one spectacular night,” he added quickly before Zeb could.

  “He’s been waiting for me for more than nine hundred years,” Zeb said with a faraway look in his eyes as he rose to his feet. “And I’ve been looking for him all my life. It doesn’t matter if falling in love takes a lifetime or happens at first sight, Dakin. All that matters is that we find our soul mates and recognize them as such before we do something foolish enough to lose them forever. We’ve been given a rare and precious gift, you and I.”

  He smoothed his hand along Dake’s arm and Dake gave him a playful punch in return.

  “Yeah, you’re right. It’s been fast and it’s been weird—and it’ll probably get a lot weirder before the day is over. But if it means I can stay with Lula and you can stay with Cinnamus, then it’s all been worth it.” He clasped his brother’s arm. “I’m really glad you found someone, Zeb. He seems like a really good guy.” Dake thought of Cinnamus’ amazing painting skills. “Did you see his kitchen yet?”

  “No, we woke up late and had brunch served in bed. Why?”

  “It’s magnificent. The most astounding thing I’ve ever seen. Cinnamus is an extraordinarily talented man.”

  “My brother…waxing poetic over a kitchen?” Zeb gave him a strange look before resting the back of his hand against Dake’s forehead. “Are you all right? That doesn’t sound a bit like my macho brother. You sure you haven’t been taken over by aliens?”

  Dake laughed. “Sorta sounds that way, doesn’t it? You’ll see what I mean when you see the kitchen. As a matter of fact, we should be heading over there now. Lula and Cinnamus are waiting for us. I just hope we don’t get lost along the way. It took us thirty minutes to find the damn bedroom last night.”