Bloody St Valentine

"Got you now, you bastard," he said, taking a stance with his cock in his hand. The spyglass had no crosshairs like a sniper scope, but he would make do. The meat was already hard in his hand, a pristine rod loaded with his signature ammo created thanks to modern technology. While stored in liquid form, the projectile would leave the tip as a condensed orb and fire like a projectile depending on his focus. The whole system relied on focus, and a great bit of pinpoint sexual stimulation.

He had everything ready, with the sound of skin slapping skin in his ears paired with moans of a few different women of the orgy. Keeping rock solid was the key to an effective kill shot. Otherwise, the target would just get painted with cum from four hundred yards out. That happened far too many times, and though enjoyable to watch, this particular target was important.

"Arny fucking Tale," he said, stroking his cock to focus while aiming the spyglass in the direction where the man was to exit the building. This was the man who took down the whole organization, and this was ample payback, getting sniped by the very technology he helped develop. It was also the technology that brought about the end of the cupid services in the modern world.

Love arrows were far tricker as they shot slower, but if one got blasted with a cum shot right in the mouth, it put the flavor of desire right inside. Sure, typically the cum would be enchanted to act like a love potion, but the compound was not needed at this moment. Bloody just wanted to remove the man from existence. A few of the girls in the video squirted as Bloody resisted the urge to pop that second.

"Come on, bastard," Bloody said, imagining Arnie's head pop open from a cum bullet bursting his tiny head. When there was motion at the door, his hand slid up and down the shaft while controlling his breathing. It was tricky to maintain focus while also aiming himself, but once the three-piece-suited man came out of the door, it was time to blow his load. Bloody grit his teeth against the feeling circling pleasure in his brain, to keep watching as the cum bullet zipped out of sight and toward the target. He heard the shot ring out like a high pressure shot of a BB gun, sailing right into Arnie's head to turn it into a spray of blood.

The man fell to the ground, and Bloody let himself feel the orgasm, late, just the little bits of good drip at the tip beyond the compressed orb. The girls in the video were now intently sucking off the four guys that made them come. The eyes they threw up made Bloody hard again, but he had seen the video before. It was the old reliable orgy video that let him do his job. There was some poetry to Arnold Tale getting killed by the very technology he created. The bullet would never be found, but many would wonder why there was jizz in his mouth when he died.

Bloody sighed. That was one less bastard ruining the sanctity of love in the world, though the world was pretty badly off. As a retired cupid, Bloody had not seen a colder world than one where cupids went out to squirt liquid desire into people's mouths to have the world dissolve into a giant orgy on Valentine's day.

Sometimes, they would covertly do it on the subway, just standing right up against an unsuspecting commuter while under their ignorance shimmer while jerking off right into their mouth. The feeling of cum in your mouth was temporary before the active agent of desire made them horny beyond masturbation. It was like a disease, only made better by getting someone else to get them off. Cupids were freaky like that, at least in the modern times.

Bloody remembered the past, being celebrated on that one day of February, as many searched with their hearts, only to find themselves stuffed with cocks, or sinking cocks into a variety of orifices. It was always about the sex, though it was better when there was real attraction behind it rather than just a desperate desire to hold someone warm, to kiss someone longer than a brief peck, and to maybe share a special moment.

"Bloody St. Valentine, as I live and breathe," said a bartender of many years. He was one of the good ones, and a pal from the old job of shooting people with love arrows. He still shot people, but his weapons were now served in a glass. "What have you been up to, you sick son of a bitch?"

"Same old, same old," Bloody said. "Hit me with a bit of the tricky juice, ey, Hank?"

"Rough night?"

"Nah, celebrating," he said, remembering to keep the kill to himself. "Got myself a nice bonus in the new job. Looking to blow it on someone spicy. Any recs?"

"Now we're talking," Hank said, looking around before diving under the bar to pull out a glowing bottle filled with glasslike wings. "Tricky to make, but gets your shit twisted all the more. Pity about all the fairies, but they fuck like bunnies anyway."

"Got any of those for sale?"

"Bloody, Bloody, Bloody," he said, as he turned the bottle over to serve a glowing clear liquid into a shot glass. "You don't want to fuck with fairies. Find yourself a good little nympho dryad or a succubus. There are plenty out there, just gotta go to the pits of desire where they get their kicks."

"What would fine ladies like that want with a washed up cupid like me, Hank?"

"So it was a rough night after all," he said.

"I am definitely looking for rougher," Bloody countered. "Any horny werewolves you know? I'd tenderize some hairy ass right about now."

"That's always a good choice," Hank said. "I do have a few interested parties, but maybe you'd like a human. To, you know, break you out of the funk from Judith."

"Don't start with that shit, Hank, I just want to fuck someone's brains out."

"Alright, alright, I'm just saying," he said. "Give the girl a shot, eh? She's got some good skills." Hank ran a matchmaking service for underground sex. It was not about how someone looked, but what holes they wanted filling, or subsequently what they wanted to fill holes with. It was much like that one human app, but with less cosmetic crap, and less taking advantage of horny individuals to farm them for money.

"Fine, I'll take the human," Bloody said. "Wait, how old is she?"

"Don't worry, she's twenty-six," Hank said, smiling while pouring himself a thimble of the same drink that he poured for Bloody. "To many happy orgasms, Bloody."

They clinked glasses and downed the liquid, which immediately burned like an inferno in the stomach, heating up their bodies with a fire only they could withstand. When the flames burst out of their eyes for a second, both sighed in relief and smiled.

"That hits just like back then," Bloody said. "Man, I miss my bow."

"Fuck, me too," Hank said. "I go do archery sometimes, but it's so pathetic. You can't even do fun tricks in the presence of humans. I love shooting stuff in the forest though. You should join me sometimes, we can even bring some fun girls along and have an orgy."

"I do love a good orgy," Bloody said. "Alright, I need a bit of care. Where do I go for this horny human?"

"Here is her address," Hank said, "I'll tell her you're coming. Bring your A game. I'm telling you, she will surprise you."

"You tested her out?"

"More like she tested me out," he said, smiling like a teenager in love. "I was dry and she was wetter than a sleeping otter. I wish you best of luck there, but please don't hurt her with that thing you stole."

"Oh, so you know about it?"

"Who else would have broken into the coffers and taken it? It's your family that started all of this, after all. Just because they wanted to be buried with it, doesn't mean you shouldn't have it. Just don't get Marcy killed, ok?"

"I'll be careful, man," Bloody said. "Thanks, Hank."

"That's all we got, Bloody. I'll hold you to that orgy later, yeah? That is, unless Marcy drains you dry." He laughed. Bloody grimaced. Humans had their limits, and most could not handle the amount of desire a cupid could inflict upon them. The last time he interacted with a human being, they went into a coma. They woke up eventually, but there was a limit to their enjoyment, and that limit made them go numb when flooded with too much pleasure.

Bloody went off directly to the address, and found the door already open. Inside, only a few lights were on, and a beautiful woman reclined naked on the bed reading a book. It was crazy to leave yourself like that, but it made Bloody instantly hard. Without a single look, and without putting down her book, the woman slid her knees along the bed to bend her ass out spread apart. He could see the slickness of her pussy in the dim light, flickering like stars.

"Go on, then," she said, never once looking up from her book. Bloody went up to the prostrated hips and ran his finger over the surface a few times. "Ooo, big fingers. Let's start there, then."

Bloody felt himself tent up, realizing he left the door open to the corridor. It made for an added excitement that someone could walk by and glance at them, as he ran his index finger over the surface very wet already. It had to be something erotic that she was reading which made her drip, but it felt bloody good to run fingers over her wet pussy until his hand was coated in it. Bloody trained his middle finger over the center and looked at the woman who had not once looked at him. It made him mad, so he jabbed his middle finger inside as far as it could go, and closed the grasp with his thumb in her asshole to flip her over.

Now her attention was on him, as the book went flying. The book in question was nothing of the erotic sort, but a school textbook on the subject of thermodynamics. Her eyes were upset at the sudden flip, and it must have hurt, so Bloody spit a load of saliva on her pussy to return her to freshness. Her eyes were on fire as he rubbed the spit into the two holes, lubricating the sphincter far less than the pussy dripping out onto his hand.

"Thermodynamics?"

"It helps ground me a bit," she said. "So you're a cupid like Hank, right?"

"You sure you're just human?" Bloody asked. "You're wet as fuck."

"You don't like it?"

Bloody said nothing in response, only closed the distance to her pussy and slurped the liquid building up outside. When his lips were fully over the vulva, he inhaled a straight gulp of her pussy juice. Not only that, she kept producing as if she was shot with a cum of desire. If that was the case, the spell would be broken right after someone got her off, if they could get her off. Bloody slipped his tongue deep inside her, extending far beyond normal human tongue length, past the cervix and coiling up in her uterus while she writhed in enjoyment.

Her hands shot out to grab hold of his hair and rub his face over the surface for herself for a good five minutes, coating Bloody in her moisture while he still wriggled around inside her hoping to hit the Gspot with fullness of pressure. She shook, feeling like an orgasm, but remained silent. She was not holding herself back, she was not even getting started yet. This was not even foreplay to her. Bloody felt rock hard and frozen in time. He wanted to push her to her limits, as he reeled his tongue back out of her pussy.

"Your tongue is long," she said.

"And yet it didn't do much for you," Bloody said.

"Oh, don't worry," she said. "I haven't had an orgasm in years. I'm actually pretty scared of it now. I'm just waiting for someone to make me come so I can die a peaceful death. Until then, this heat, this desire, it just keeps me on fire."

"You might have been shot up with cum of desire, but that should go away once you climax thanks to somebody else."

"What if you can't climax?"

"Let's just see what we can do," Bloody said, getting naked. His body had no hair, but the stupid little cupid wings kept growing back no matter what. His cock was pointing up at a high angle, rock solid with the balls filled up more than normal thanks to that sniper shot spraying the bastard's brain chunks into the air. If there was ever a time to max out the size, this was it. Marcy needed to climax to be released from her curse of being always horny without a chance to orgasm.

Bloody rubbed his cock a few times, the motion almost vertical as Marcy watched hungrily. Her mouth was drooling, but there was no way he could fuck her mouth without dipping into her stomach acids, and that was no fun. Instead, Bloody drew a few blood runes on his cock, as the size increased even more, plumping out in girth as well. The tip now stood at the height of his shoulders, and Marcy's jaw was on the floor, making a spurt of excited squirt at the sight of it.

"I'm not going to be able to stop when I get into it," he said. "You said you're ok with dying, right?"

"If I can have that thing inside me, I am even looking forward to it," she said. Bloody grabbed the tip to tilt the comically big and fat sausage down to anchor it underneath her.

"This is going to hurt," Bloody said, plunging his tip inside with effort as the opening sprung with a bit of blood at tearing. He only spit on it, rubbing it into the surface to heal the damage before continuing to sink himself deeper. Whenever it got bloody, he would spit on Marcy's pussy and heal it over the size inside her. Once it was fully inside, he paused up against her, holding onto her back as the full length was inside her somewhere. "How does it feel?"

"Full, like I'm bursting at the seams."

"I'm pulling it out slowly," Bloody said, healing over and damage as it became apparent. Once he just had the tip left inside, he spat a dollop of saliva on his own cock, and rubbed it in to heal as he thrust inside again. Marcy's eyes went wide with shock, as Bloody felt her vaginal canal contract a bit. There was no pressure further inside, but he did feel his tip rub against a squishy surface deep inside the warmth of her body, and that was enough stimulation to thrust against for a bit.

At every push, Marcy's eyes would go wide in shock, as the opening became more and more slick to the point of swimming in it. This helped him increase his speed, and Marcy started making some noises finally that must have meant that she was enjoying herself. Her breathing was getting shorter, and it made Bloody smile to think that he was getting closer to getting her off, but it never happened. Instead, he felt himself twitch and wriggle inside her as he poured a major load of cum deep inside her. She smiled when it happened, holding hands over her uterus where the jizz spread out.

"So warm," she said. "I thought I was about to get off, too."

"We aren't done yet, Marcy," Bloody said, pulling himself out as the dollop of creampie spurted out of her. He held the tip of his cock now flimsy and rubbed it against the opening as it kept flowing out. In just a few minutes, he was hard again, but the runic boost to size went away. This time, he pushed himself inside with a slap of his cum against the moisture on her vulva, making a delightful slosh at each full thrust.

Bloody decided to add his fingers to the mix, penetrating her asshole at each thrust with one finger then pushing it deep as he pulled out his cock in unison. He continued with that while assisting his dick inside with a finger rubbing over her G spot with every motion. She was making some noises, and her cheeks were red as if she was about to climax, but it never came. It annoyed Bloody to no end.

"Ah, hell, I'll use it," he said, as he spilled out another load of cum inside her while also showing three fingers in her asshole in tandem. The item in question was buried with his grandparents, Frances and Agatha St. Valentine. It was something that was made for cupids, but now that the job was all but extinct, there was no point. It was nothing of a bow and arrow, but a staff.

Back in the old days when the cupids were part of the world at large, believed in all powers of love, fertility, and desire, they walked as clergy with staves holding concentrated lust from sacrificed virgins who had never once experienced sexual desire. It was a darker time, but the staff was buried away for the exact reason that the practice was no longer necessary. The staff granted an orgasm to anyone, in tandem to a soul of a virgin once sacrificed, finally achieving that one release they never got to.

There was a limit to how many times it could be used, as indicated by how many gems studded the staff crown. There were just three gems remaining on the last staff in existence, and Bloody decided to use one such expensive "cum one, cum all" on Marcy. He was actually not sure how to activate it, but maybe it was just something of a tap her pussy with the tip as the nature of fucking itself.

"I'm going to try something on you, ok?"

"Anything," she said, at least entertained by his trying to get her off if anything. She was getting closer and closer, and Bloody wanted to keep trying without the staff, but he was actually reaching his limit, given he already spent a good amount of his desire on the snipe shot.

"This is the staff of St. Bernadette, passed down through my family of St. Valentine."

"Just put it inside me already," Marcy said, grabbing the crowned tip and laying it up against her pussy. Bloody watched the three blood red gemstones light up and realized what happened. All three activated at once. He wondered what that would look like, even if mourning not being able to use them on some famous people in public.

Marcy's face looked scared, contorted in pain even. Bloody worried at first until the gemstones up against her pussy became red mist, turning into three orbs hovering over her vulva. One orb neared her pussy and slipped inside as she gasped out, grabbing hold of her nipples and twisting them hard as she shot a spray of ejaculate across the room with a loud climax scream. Bloody reached for the other two orbs to stop them, but his hand went right through it.

Marcy's eyes rolled back to just whites. Her tongue hung outside her mouth drooling all over herself and she undulated her hips clearly under the influence of a long orgasm shaking her whole body. It was lucky for her, but also might end her life if she needed to take two more with that intensity. The second red mist orb sank into her vagina slower, instead turning into a pair of underwear over her hips that rose, and fell. Within was a red cock that was penetrating her in a ghostly manner.

She felt every thrust more pleasurable than the last, moaning out in exasperation as it built up and sped up to insane proportions. She propped her butt up into the air into a candle yoga pose, then spread her legs apart as she grit her teeth to make a jet of ejaculate hit the ceiling and shower the room in her pussy juice. It was quite the spectacle, and I was curious what the third mist orb would make her do, if she was still even alive.

The third red orb sank into her vagina, as Marcy started rubbing herself off as if there was something itching her pussy fiercely. She alternated hands while sucking on her fingers, looking madly crazed and burning up. Her skin was all red, and when Bloody touched her, she grit her teeth hitting a climax before continuing to rub off furiously, soaking the bed underneath into a pool of her ejaculate.

"I need you inside me," she said through her teeth. "NOW!"

The shout got him sprung instantly and he plunged his cock inside the hottest pussy he had ever felt. It felt like an ifrit's asshole, and that fact alone made him almost pop right away. Marcy kept rubbing herself off, twisting her nipples until Bloody took over the nipple twisting so she could focus on herself. She grabbed the golden staff to shove it into her asshole for added penetration. Bloody felt the hard rod inside her, and it felt pleasant to glide along next to it as if it was Hank fucking the asshole of some girl at an orgy they were planning.