Cupid, Draw Back Your Bow!
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"Ahhh!" Cupid sighed as he held his penis and peed into the ornate flower pot. He'd been asleep and an urgent need to relieve himself woke him.
The flow eased and stopped. He shook his wiener. The ancient god of desire heard a young woman's voice calling out his name. He cocked his ear.
The woman had been listening to Sam Cooke singing "Cupid". A song about Cupid and how his arrows caused people to fall in love.
She said, "Cupid, are you real? Please help me! My sister and her husband used to be so in love and now all they do is fight. Could you make them fall in love again?"
Cupid scratched his balls and thought, "Ha. Someone is asking for my help. That hasn't happened for a long, long time."
He stepped toward his bed, stopped, and said, "I've been sleeping for over five hundred years. I'm going to help this girl. She isn't an ardent believer, and that wasn't much of a prayer, but it's not like I'm busy."
Cupid teleported himself to the young woman's location. She was in her room, getting ready to go to bed.
She was naked.
Cupid materialized behind her and thought, "What a nice ass! That alone makes my journey worthwhile."
He cleared his throat.
The woman turned, saw him, and screamed.
She stared at the gray-haired man with long hair and a long beard, wearing a tunic. She was so shocked that she neglected to cover her body.
The woman was eighteen years old, and her body epitomized the vibrancy of youth. She was fit, healthy and unspoiled. Her skin glowed. Her hair was thick and lustrous.
Her body had only recently blossomed. She had a petite frame, thin arms, and slender legs like a gazelle. The womanly changes to her body had begun but not progressed to the point that she was curvy and rounded all over. That would come later.
She had a tight firm butt that protruded so much it embarrassed her and caught the eye of every man in her vicinity.
Her breasts were like scoops of vanilla ice cream attached to her chest. The cherries on top were her bright pink nipples. Her breasts were perfectly round and so firm and fresh that they didn't sag a millimeter.
Cupid looked her up and down. "Nice tits," he observed. He scanned her lower body. She was hairless below her eyebrows. He said to himself, "She is as well-groomed as a temple priestess."
"Who are you? How did you get into my room?" the teenager asked frantically.
"You invited me."
"What? I don't know you. My parents are right down the hall. Did you hurt them?"
Cupid began humming the tune to Sam Cook's song Cupid.
Maycee was too scared to notice.
Cupid sang a verse, "Cupid, draw back your bow."
Still, there was no look of recognition.
He sighed and said, "I'm Cupid. You called out to me to help save your sister's marriage."
"You're real?" she babbled.
She realized she was naked, grabbed a pillow off her bed, and held it in front of her nude body. Her face turned red.
Cupid laughed gently, smiled, and said, "Yes. I'm real. Forgotten, neglected, and no longer fully engaged in the world of humans, but I'm still around.
"I heard your call, and I'm here to help. Kindling desire is my strong suit. Tell me about your sister and her husband."
"Do you mind if I put on some clothes first?"
"You have a beautiful body. If you make you more comfortable, I could be naked."
Instantly, his clothes vanished. He also transformed from an unkempt old man to a male her age. Before her stood a handsome, fit, dark-haired male, with a tiny penis.
"Wow. You must be a god if you can change your body." She stared at him and said without thinking," Ah...Why is your penis so small?"
He looked at it and said, "Is it?"
"Yeah."
"It's average for men of my era. Have you ever seen the statue of David by Michelangelo? Our penises are the same size.
"The Greek playwright Aristophanes summed up the ideal traits of a man. He said a man should have '...a gleaming chest, bright skin, broad shoulders, strong buttocks, and a little prick'.
His words had no effect on her. She looked unimpressed by his little penis.
"What do you think is adequate?" he asked.
He caused his penis grow to a length of eighteen inches.
"This penis is as long as a donkey's. Is this more to your liking?" Cupid asked.
She giggled and said, "No. That's too long."
She held her hand in front of her body to show him what she thought was acceptable. She said, "A good dick is six inches long and two inches thick."
He made his dick conform to her dimensions and asked, "Is this better?"
His cock looked like an elongated beer can.
"The length is good. It's too thick."
He reduced its circumference.
"That's better," she said and blushed. She added, "I can't believe we are discussing penises. We should get dressed."
She turned and grabbed her sleeping shorts and tank top. He looked at her butt and thought, "That is some delicious butt cleavage. I'd bet you could bounce a drachma off her tight bum."
He willed a tunic to appear and cover him.
When she was dressed, she faced him and asked, "Can you restore the love my sister and brother-in-law once had?"
"I am the god of desire. I have arrows that will fill them with such lust that nothing else matters. They will couple continuously for days without breaking for food, drink, or sleep."
"Wow. That's more than needed. I don't want them to die from screwing."
"Tell me their situation," he said, and he sat on her desk chair.
She sat on the bed and said, "I'm eighteen. My name is Maycee. My sister, Nora, is six years older than me. When she was eighteen, she met Owen. Two years later, they were married. She got pregnant on their honeymoon, and they had a second child two years later."
He chuckled and said, "It doesn't sound like they need my help. She's popping out babies at a fast rate."
"Here's the thing," Maycee said, "My sister has two children to care for under four years of age. She's exhausted. Her whole world is changing diapers and breastfeeding the kids."
