Finding Cupid

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  “What are you going to do?” she said in that delightful innocent way of hers.

  “Gobble you up, my pretty,” Dake said, going down on her.

  “Mmmm…that feels so good. Oh my darling Dakin, when I think of how frighteningly close we came to never seeing each other again, never pleasuring each other again…”

  “I know, baby,” he said between licks. “But we don’t have to worry about that ever again, my beautiful little nymph goddess.”

  “But I’m not a—” Lula stopped short and giggled. “Oh, well I suppose I can’t say that any longer. Shall I give you my first command as an official minor goddess?” she asked.

  “Goddess or not, your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

  “Good. Then I command you to eat me, lick me, nibble me, slurp me and otherwise pleasure my goddess sex parts until I quake and quiver and shudder and—” She arched her back and indulged in a lingering moan as Dake sucked her clit between his teeth and nibbled it. “Ohhhh…Dakin…oh…gods…”

  “You called?” Dake said, coming up for air and licking his lips. “Minor god at your service, ma’am.” He went back to the agreeable job of sending his sweet, beautiful Lula over the edge. Her wings already extended, they flapped and fluttered as she sang out her bliss. She lifted horizontally, a good two feet off the blanket of flowers.

  His tongue still busy licking her to full completion, Dake clasped Lula’s hips and rose to his knees, watching in amazement as her lush body quaked, writhed and quivered in mid air.

  “God damn, if that’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, positioning himself at her pussy and thrusting into her depths as she floated on her back before him. What she offered was just too damn good to pass up.

  Lula growled out her pleasure. “Yes…fuck me, Dake. Fuck me hard and fast,” she moaned. “Let me feel the full, dynamic impact of your godly powers.”

  He had no idea if it had anything to do with his new status as a minor god or the release of stress from the day’s trauma or just the fact that he was so fucking happy he could barely see straight, but he was a goddamn erotic powerhouse! He rammed himself in and out of Lula so fast and hard that her eyes flashed wide and she screamed out, erupting into another orgasm before the final waves of the first had even subsided.

  Dake felt the familiar pulling, tickling sensation in his balls before the tingle snaked up into his abdomen. His muscles and tendons constricted as it seemed his entire being was about to detonate. He pulled back and then shoved into her warm, silky depths again with even more ferocity.

  Feeling the slap of his balls against Lula’s dewy flesh, Dake’s body tightened in anticipation of impending climax. The heady sensation captured him wholly, utterly as the first potent waves of release surged forth. He felt Lula’s inner muscles squeezing, pulsing against his cock as she exploded with her third orgasm. At the apex of mind-bogglingly painful pleasure, hot cum spurted swift and forcefully and Dake roared out his climax.

  Clamping her legs on either side of him, Lula eased them both down until Dake was on his back and she’d collapsed on top of him.

  “Guess we’d better step up those wedding plans just in case, huh?” Dake asked a few minutes later, weaving his fingers through Lula’s curls.

  “I like the idea, but why? What do you mean?”

  “We didn’t use any protection,” he said, splaying his fingers over Lula’s soft belly. “For all we know, there could be a tiny little nymph coming to life as we speak.”

  “Dake, did you mean it when you told the council you would provide me with the whole tortilla?”

  Dake gave her a curious look. “The what?”

  “You know,” Lula clarified, “a nice little house with a picket fence, a dog, a bunch of babies and everything else that goes along with the American dream.”

  “Oh!” He chuckled. “You mean the whole enchilada. Of course I did. Whatever your little heart desires, as long as you’re happy.”

  “And will you mind keeping me organized and focused on my Cupid Academy responsibilities as well as my duties operating Zebulon’s flower shop while you continue to perform your electrocution services?”

  Dake broke into full laughter. “Electrician.” He rapped his knuckles against Lula’s head. “Get that through that silly little head of yours or else people will think you’re married to a prison executioner or something. And the answer is no, I won’t mind at all—as long as you work very hard not to misplace things or leave them where you shouldn’t. By the way…when are you going to fess up and tell Cinnamus about those class items that flew off the chariot?”

  “Oh…that…” She nibbled her bottom lip.

  “Yes, that.” Dake smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

  “Don’t worry, I will. I promise. I just hope…”

  “What, honey?”

  “Well, that my bow and arrows are still where I left them in the flower shop. I…well, I kind of forgot about fetching them and bringing them back with me in all the commotion the other morning.”

  “I forgot about them too, until just now. Well, nobody’s going to see them anyway because they’re invisible,” Dake said. “So there’s no problem…right?” he asked hopefully.

  “I sincerely hope not. If a mortal gets his hands on them, the effect can be intoxicating enough to make the mortal quite…” She twirled her finger at her temple to indicate craziness. “How is your spear, my darling? Is it jutting yet?” Lula giggled.

  Dake rolled his eyes. “My godly cock is coming around again. You may worship it if you like.”

  “Oh I like,” Lula said, her voice growing husky as she sashayed down toward Dake’s groin. She made a luscious tit sandwich, capturing his cock between her breasts and clasping them as she glided them up and down his shaft. She paused a moment to swirl her tongue around the purple crown that poked through her deep cleavage.

  Dake propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view.

  “In a few minutes,” Lula promised, “I’m going to have your jutting spear pulsing hard as it sprays me with your hot, creamy, godly essence. All over my breasts, Dake. And all over my belly.”

  “Damn.”

  “I just wanted you to know that before I fuck you with my goddess breasts.”

  “You keep talking like that and it’ll be a whole lot sooner than a few minutes before my cum starts spurting, baby,” Dake said hoarsely. He played with the golden ringlets atop Lula’s head as she fucked him.

  “Wherever we end up living, we’re going to have a mirror on our bedroom ceiling so I can watch you as you do this from every angle.” A lingering groan rumbled up from his chest as Lula alternately rubbed, licked and sucked. Just when he swore he couldn’t take any more, she reached for her nipples, pinching them hard as her eyelids fluttered shut and a jagged little moan tore from her lips.

  Dake’s cock pulsed hard as warm ribbons of semen jetted onto Lula’s throat. Maneuvering his cock with her hands, she aimed the stream at her breasts and belly, giving Dake one hell of an eyeful before she popped his still throbbing cock into her mouth and sucked him dry.

  ———

  “You have the keys to the shop and my apartment,” Zeb said just before Cinnamus’ chariot descended toward Earth. “And if you have any questions, just call me. Oh!” Zeb’s fingers flew to his lips. “I guess we can’t do that, can we?”

  “Don’t worry, communication is fully covered in your Minor God 101 instruction manuals,” Cinnamus said, guiding the horses toward their destination. “Zeb and I will return in a few months along with Cupid and your former classmates to see how the two of you are adjusting and how the redesign of Cupid’s Headquarters is coming along.”

  “Pretty cool,” Dake said. “Who would have thought that Portland’s Olympian Contractors was just exactly that?”

  “We have branches in several key locations around the world,” Cinnamus told him. “They’ll know exactly what to do to transform the shop into an official contact
location.”

  “This is all so exciting,” Lula said. “I can’t wait to begin my life with Dake on Earth. But, oh, I’ll miss you and Zebulon so much,” she told Cinnamus.

  “I have a feeling the next few months are going to go by in a whirling blur,” Zeb offered with a snap of his fingers. “Just like that.”

  “You must remember to read the chapter in the manual about the snapping of fingers now that you’re a minor god, Zebulon,” Cinnamus said, stilling Zeb’s fingers. “There can be dire consequences. You too, Dakin and Lula. Promise me you’ll make certain to fully study your books.”

  “Absolutely,” Dake said. “I want to learn everything I can about my ultra cool new status and what comes along with it.”

  “Lula,” Cinnamus said, wagging a finger under her nose, “do not, under any circumstances, misplace your manual.”

  Dake saw Lula gulp. “Never, Cinnamus. I promise.”

  “We’re ready to land,” Cinnamus added a moment later. “I’ve veiled the chariot so it’s invisible and we’re each wearing our invisibility traveling gear so there will be no problem. Dakin and Lula, you have appropriate Earth clothing on beneath your invisibility garment, so you’re all set to blend right in.”

  “I like being able to see invisible stuff now,” Dake said, looking down at himself. “I’ll finally be able to see that bow and arrow set of yours, sweetheart,” he said to Lula.

  She winced and made a shushing motion as the chariot came to a smooth stop.

  Cinnamus turned to her, looking mighty serious. “Just exactly where are your bow and arrows, Lula? Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing them since I last dropped you off on Earth. You haven’t lost them, have you?”

  “Oh no, of course not, Cinnamus. I know exactly where they are. They’re safe and protected. But…um…”

  “But?” Cinnamus arched an inquisitive eyebrow.

  “Well, the funniest thing happened on my last trip to Earth with you, Cinnamus.” Lula erupted in nervous giggles. “In fact, it’s so funny it will most likely make you laugh too. Isn’t that right, Dakin?”

  Dake just gazed at her silently, feeling sorry as hell for her, but knowing it was best if he kept his mouth shut.

  “Zebulon?” Lula tried again with a pleading look. Zebulon chewed his fingernails and looked away. “Oh dear,” Lula muttered, and then she giggled once more.

  “Why don’t you tell me all about it so that I may join you in laughter, Lula,” Cinnamus said, folding his arms across his chest and looking none too amused.

  “Remember how bumpy that last chariot ride to Earth was?” Lula asked. “There was a great deal of turbulence, remember, Cinnamus?”

  “I recall that it was a somewhat bumpy flight, yes.”

  “Well, you see…” Lula was gripped by another round of giggles. “During the midst of the most powerful jolts and thuds, all of a sudden, zap!” She slid her hands together, making a flying motion.

  “Zap?”

  Lula nodded. “Out flew a few of my belongings before I could catch them.”

  “Such as?” Cinnamus said, the muscle in his jaw clenching and unclenching.

  “Oh…just a miniscule amount of insignificant items.”

  “How insignificant?” Cinnamus gave her a warning look.

  “Um, let’s see,” she counted on her fingers, “well, there was the forgetfulness powder and,” she cleared her throat, “the invisibility serum. Then there was my Perfect Love Matches 101 textbook and my notebook and, um, my invisibility traveling garment. That’s all.”

  “That’s all?!” Cinnamus boomed. “Lula, that was practically everything you had with you.”

  “At least my bow and arrows are still safe,” she offered.

  “And you call this loss insignificant? Oh Lula, Lula, Lula. It’s a good thing I didn’t know of this before the council plea because…” He paused, looking into her fear-widened eyes and at her trembling chin and heaved a sigh. “Dakin, do you have any idea what a serious and monumental responsibility you are undertaking in watching over Lula?”

  “Yes, I do. And I give you my word, Cinnamus, that I’ll see to it she’s extremely careful from now on.”

  Cinnamus’ shoulders slumped and he breathed another sigh. “I’ll have to dispatch a team of investigators to search out and retrieve the items. They could be anywhere, lost in any time period… I just wish you had told me earlier so I could already have sent out a team by now.”

  “I am so truly sorry, Cinnamus. I know how profoundly I’ve disappointed you. Please, please forgive me.” Lula rested her hand on Cinnamus’ arm. “You are so very dear to me and if you hated me for the rest of my life, especially seeing as how I’m immortal now and that will be a very long time indeed, I don’t know what I would do.”

  “I’m sure we’ll succeed in recovering the items.” Cinnamus patted Lula’s hand, giving her a tired smile. “And of course I don’t hate you, Lula. How could I hate my favorite student?” He smoothed one knuckle along her cheek.

  Lula clapped her hand against her chest and gasped. “Me?”

  “I only tell you that now because you are no longer officially a member of my class. Just make sure you keep the information to yourself.”

  “Oh you can always trust me, Cinnamus,” Lula assured him, and Cinnamus just groaned.

  The foursome made their final goodbyes, complete with hugs, kisses, words of affection and a few tears, and then Cinnamus and Zeb were off to the skies again, leaving Dake and Lula in the waterfront park, scurrying behind a cluster of bushes to remove their invisibility garments.

  “Do not drop that anywhere,” Dake said, poking the garment in her hands.

  “Don’t worry, Dake.” Lula clutched it tight to her breast. “You can count on me. I’ve learned my lesson.”

  Dake narrowed his gaze at her. “Here, give it to me. I’ll carry it for you until we can put it in a safe place.”

  Cinnamus had arranged the trip back to Earth so that Lula and Dake had arrived back in Portland a mere sixty minutes after they left when, in reality, they’d been gone for several days.

  As they walked down the street toward Cupid’s Headquarters, Dake marveled at all that had transpired in a week’s time. Too bad he couldn’t add Immortal Minor God just below Master Electrician on his business card. The thought made him chuckle. The Dronyer boys, minor gods. Sheesh. If only his mother and father could see them now.

  As soon as the thought flitted across his mind, he could almost swear he heard his parents’ voices saying, We do see and we’re so proud, Dakin. Dake started at that. He’d never experienced anything similar before. He looked at Lula to see if she heard anything, but she seemed happily oblivious as they headed for the shop. Maybe there was something about otherworldly communication in his manual…

  He rapped his knuckles on the book and smiled. Then he glanced at the manual Lula held in the arm she swung lackadaisically at her side. He plucked it from her hand and carried it with his own, just to be on the safe side.

  He wasn’t too worried about any screw-ups happening. He’d keep an eye on his adorable, flighty Lula and help her all he could to become more trustworthy and, hopefully, less absentminded. Yup, Cinnamus, Cupid, Zeb and all Lula’s old classmates would find everything running smooth when they came back. Just like clockwork.

  They entered Cupid’s Headquarters hand-in-hand. As soon as the little bell over the door jingled, Zeb’s fulltime employee, Edwina, rushed to greet them, wringing her hands.

  “Oh Dake” the middle-aged woman said, “I’ve been trying to reach your brother for the last hour. Something strange has happened. Where is Zebulon?”

  “Zeb decided to take an extended vacation with a friend,” Dake said smoothly. “My fiancée Lula and I will be taking care of the shop during his absence. What’s up, Edwina?”

  “Oh, it’s Alfred. I think he’s gone crazy.”

  Dake scratched his head. “Well, I remember he was having some sort of crisis the other day.
He was crying buckets over something or other.”

  “His boyfriend, Leonard, broke his heart,” Lula reminded him.

  “Yeah, that’s it. So what’s wrong? Has Alfred been blubbering all over the place or did he call in sick or what?”

  Edwina shook her head. “No…it’s very bizarre. The two of us were putting away a shipment of supplies that had just come in when, all of a sudden, Alfred swore a blue streak. And Alfred never uses harsh language. I came to see what was wrong and found him hunched down behind the front counter laughing as something rattled around in his arms.”

  “Uh-oh,” Lula said, nibbling her bottom lip.

  “Now, Dake,” Edwina went on, “you know I’m a sane, reasonably unflappable woman, right?”

  “Sure, Edwina. Zeb always says he doesn’t know what he’d do without you. Tell me what happened?”

  “The rattling I mentioned? I-I couldn’t see anything. I mean, there Alfred was, talking and laughing and cursing to himself and apparently cradling something that was…well, I know it sounds crazy, but it seemed like something invisible. But it sounded heavy, like metal.”

  Lula sucked in a gasp and ran to the rear of the front counter with Dake and Edwina following behind her. She got on her knees, ducked her head and felt all around.

  “Oh no, oh no, oh no!”

  “Don’t tell me,” Dake said. “Please don’t tell me.”

  “They’re gone! My bow and arrows are gone!”

  “Bow and arrows?” Edwina said.

  “Where’s Alfred now?” Dake asked, clasping the woman’s shoulders and gazing into her eyes.

  “Gone.”

  “As in gone home?” Dake asked hopefully.

  “I don’t think so.” Edwina shrugged. “He jumped around the counter back here and then danced around the shop cheering until I thought he’d lost his mind. Alfred’s usually so meek and quiet, you know. Then he turned to me and grinned. Said he was quitting and going on a mission to find true love.”