Thanks always to F. R. & S. E. <3
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There is a tavern you might find while wandering a new city, a little lost but all the gladder for it. Looking for a place to sit and have a drink, you'd stumble upon this lovely watering hole, wedged, perhaps, between a thrift store and a dentist's office. If you were lucky, it would take a corner spot in your home town. On those nights, you'd be sure to find the best music, the most flavorful cocktails, the most interesting company. There is no proper sign on this tavern, but warm light pours out through a large, frosted glass window, etched in such a way that the bar's name is cast in shadow upon the sidewalk: Aphrodite's. Here you will always find exactly what you want and exactly who you are looking for, whether you know it or not.
Here you are also likely to find, at the far end of the bar whispering conspiratorially, the gods of erotic love and passion, Cupid and Eros. You would see two beautiful young men, their bodies divinely fit under loose, sleeveless tunics, their faces full of laughter, their eyes full of mischief. And if you saw them, you'd almost certainly be in for a surprising and pleasurable night.
One Valentine's Day, the tavern was in Paris, on Rue Saint-Dominique, and it was packed. Every god knew that Aphrodite's was the place to be on Valentine's. The liquor flowed, the music sounded like love, and nobody frowned at you if you fucked someone on a table.
Mars was fucking Hera and Juno on a table in a dark corner booth. Hera was lying on her back amid empty glasses and red napkins, with Juno kneeling over her face. Both goddesses were whimpering. Hera lashed Juno's pussy with her tongue, while Mars stood at the end of the table, hammering Hera's divine cunt with his war-like cock. Jupiter and Zeus sat next to each other in the booth, exchanging hand-jobs.
At the bar, Eros was shaking his head. His black curls bobbed. "Shit," he grumbled, "What did you put on your arrows?"
"I decided to mix something up after last year," Cupid said. "Glad to see it works!"
The year before, Hera had also fucked Mars, but Zeus had been hoping for a romantic night with his wife. The resulting violence had stained the floor so badly Aphrodite had just replaced the whole thing.
Cupid grinned, tucking his bow back onto the seat beside him. He drained his cup triumphantly. "Anyway, now you owe me one for the table-top threesome, and another for the old cuckold's hand-job."
Eros signaled for three drinks, which Aphrodite brought swiftly, giving her son a sweet smile. Eros' eyes followed his mother's ass as she walked away. "Your bonus," he said to Cupid, pushing two of the glasses his way. "What's next? Should we have some Valentine's Day fun with the mortals?"
Cupid gulped his first drink. "Absolutely." He looked toward the table where Mars was now fucking Juno in the ass while she ate Hera's pussy. Jupiter had taken Zeus's cock in his mouth and was slobbering noisily. Inspiration struck. "Let's do a family challenge. I bet I can make a mortal family have an orgy faster than you."
Eros laughed. "I love it. Same size family, let's say four people. Ends when the last person cums. If I win, I get your new arrow recipe."
"Fine. If I win, I get your cask of Trojan wine." Cupid knew that wine was Eros' prized possession. He had managed to swipe it just before Troy was sacked. It was the last of its kind.
Eros stared into his cup, said "Fuck it, deal, starting now!" chugged the drink, spread his wings, and flew from the tavern.
Cupid sighed. He took his time finishing his beverage, savoring the buzz, the music, the wet slapping in the corner booth. He had no doubt that his arrows, now powerful enough to seduce the very kings and queens of two pantheons, would make quick work of this bet. He emptied his glass, and searched his senses for a household primed for taboo lust. When he found the perfect family, he laughed. "This is going to be easy."
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Cupid followed his senses as a bee to the sweetest nectar, to a three-bedroom house in the mid-west United States, where nineteen-year-old Evan watched his twin sister Erin shower. She had left the door open a crack to let the steam out, and Evan was taking advantage of the opportunity to catch a glimpse of Erin's smooth skin, round ass, and firm tits with large pink nipples. He got especially excited when he got to peek at the tuft of blonde hair where her legs met her hips.
The twins lived at home with their parents while they attended the nearby state college. They both tended toward shy bookishness, and while neither were virgins, they had not dated anyone for very long and did not have Valentine's dates.
Erin lingered in the shower after Evan returned to his bedroom, her mind on an entirely different family member. That morning, she had seen her father in his boxers as she passed by his room on the way downstairs for breakfast. He had turned toward the door, his package bulging perfectly in his underwear. Erin had gasped and bolted down the stairs, gobbled a bowl of granola, and got ready for class as fast as she could, avoiding her father.
When the twin's parents, Lucy and Larry, had left for their Valentine's date, Erin had gone directly to the shower. After a quick soaping to make it seem legit, she braced herself against the walls of the shower and rubbed out a quick orgasm, while imagining her father's engorged member filling her up.
Cupid flitted in through Evan's bedroom window, keeping his form invisible to the mortals. He used his godly senses to touch on the moods and feelings of the people in the house. It was as he had hoped; the siblings were dreaming of incest. "I'll make quick work of these two." He sized up his first target.
Evan was lying on his bed with his eyes closed, stroking an admirable cock. Cupid floated over the young man, watching the mortal massage his balls while he beat himself off, aided by an ample pump of lotion. The god of love flew closer to Evan, reached out, and gently pinched the mortal's nipple.
Evan immediately convulsed and sprayed stream after stream of his seed all over his chest. Breathless grunts came from his throat as the orgasm rolled on. Even after his seed was spent, he kept shaking, pleasure coursing through him. Cupid giggled.
When Evan had finally settled from his orgasm, Cupid pulled back his bow and shot him with an arrow. It pierced the teen just above his cock, and he hardened again immediately. Evan groaned as a new urge filled him, much more desperate than mere horniness. Evan needed to fuck.
Cupid flitted from the room into the hallway, satisfied. It was possible he had overloaded the boy. He almost hoped he had. It could help things move quickly with the other family members.
