"So that you can see she isn't a woman to be kept... or caged. She is a butterfly finally finding her way out of a chrysalis. Let her alight upon you, dust you in her colors, but if you try to capture her for yourself and keep her in a glass jar, you will destroy what you love best about her."
Lucifer turned to him with an almost feral, self-loathing grimace and a snarl but kept his voice low, so as not to disturb the petite priestess in her... meditation. "You think I have not discovered this? Do you think I don't see that she does not *shine* when she just... lets go and abandons herself to any; man, woman, god... it does not matter. She is..." he looked back over his shoulder. "She is... Lilith, less the impulse control issues. She is Delilah less the treacherous intent. Mary Madeline without the shame. Salome..."
"With all nine veils wrapped around your heart and head?" Eros murmured in acknowledgment and appreciation. Lucifer have a tiny nod. "Whomever came up with the line about letting a love be free may own it once it returns never understood love is not about ownership... it's about generosity of spirit. You can't steal love, take it from someone else and claim it for yourself. You can only GIVE of yourself and be willing to accept the gift of love in return. But we choose where we give it. And so does she. You own some piece of her that she has willingly gifted you; I know not when. But I can see the tether on you as clearly as I see your wings and not your horns when she is present."
"I have not loved much in my existence. Save a father who condemned me for questioning his edict. But humans... they are so brief. So fragile and imperfect."
"Does THAT look fragile and imperfect?" Eros asked nodding back to the altar table where the scene had changed to Gwen settling herself on Herne's cock, facing away from him whilst Pan stood before her. She descended on his proud erection like a woman possessed, taking it immediately into her throat without a hint of preparation. The groan that tore from Pan's chest sounded like a living thing as he balled his hands at fists at his side after to keep from grabbing her bobbing head. His eyes rolled back and his jaw drop.
Her eyes raised to watch him, and they were full of power, raw, untamed heat and lust tempered only by the amusement at his reaction, at his struggle to not touch her save where she chose. And at the moment, she seemed quite content to tease and test his control, her smiling blue-green eyes.
Lucifer immediately felt himself harden, aware of the rapture to be found behind those soft lips, in the depths of that swallowing throat. Eros threw an arm over the shoulder of his winged compatriot and just watched with an impressively wide grin, his own nude body broadcasting his opinion of the scene playing out before him.
"No," Lucifer whispered, his mouth suddenly dry. "She looks like a goddess."
"Then treat her as such. Would you deny Aphrodite or Freya their appetites?" Eros gave him a hard look. "I know you, Luce. I know you claim and don't think about the consequences when everyone doesn't agree with you. But... I see you, brother. And I see that she is changing you. For the better. Just take care not to force change upon her for which she isn't ready, willing and otherwise able to make. You will lose her. And you know as well as I your compact only holds true so long as you don't step outside the guidelines that you, yourself, bargained." Lucifer said nothing, so Eros leaned in and said under his breath. "Yes, I know you already have. I watch her closely... I may not have her claimed in any way, but she calls to me often in her spells. And I know you have convinced her your rules are as bendable as clay so long as she consents." Eros leveled him with his lavender-blue eyes looking more angry than ever Lucifer had seen them. "I don't stand in the way of love. But for her, I will stand in the way of servitude and possession."
Lucifer shrugged off the now less than friendly arm. "I want her, yes. All to myself even. I admit it. But..." he gazed at the woman who was currently driving two gods of fertility insane with her body, her own mind clearly floating in a sea of ecstatic bliss as she did so, her body all but shining with the power manifesting around her that she was all but innocent to. "But *look* at her, Eros!" He almost groaned, his own cock well above half-mast as he watched her release Pan, turn to face Herne and offer up the curve of her ass for the goat-legged god behind her.
