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.
While Cupid floated in the hallway, invisible, Erin trotted from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her cheeks flushed. She went to her bedroom and closed the door.
Cupid's plan, for what it was, had no room for privacy. He descended to Erin's door and pushed it open a crack. Inside, Erin was busy finishing what she had started in the shower, with the help of a thin pink vibrator.
"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she whimpered as a small orgasm coursed through her. Cupid entered the room silently, leaned close to Erin's ear and whispered, "Damn, isn't Evan's cock huge?"
Erin pulled the vibrator away from her clit for a moment. Cupid blew gently on her earlobe and she shuddered. She brought the vibrator back down.
Now that he had planted the thought of her brother in Erin's mind, he shot her in the abdomen with an arrow. She yelled out and then covered her mouth with one hand as an orgasm rippled through her, flooding every nerve with warm pleasure. She started pumping two fingers in and out of her cunt while she worked her clit with the vibrator, desperate for more pleasure.
"That ought to do," Cupid thought. "The boy will come looking for the girl and they'll fuck. I can already taste Eros' wine. Now I'll go get the parents ready to join in."
Lucy and Larry were across town at a nice Italian restaurant, having a fairly boring conversation as Lucy drank a bottle of wine. As far as Valentine's dates went, this was turning out to be mostly formulaic. She could see the course of the evening already. She would focus on the mediocre bolognese and the good wine while Larry talked about the ins and outs of client management. This would be followed by a silent drive home, ten minutes of missionary in bed, some chocolate, and then TV with the kids. She thought she might let Larry forget about the holiday next year.
Cupid fluttered into the restaurant through the skylight, invisible and incorporeal. He spotted his targets easily. They were a dull spot in the bright aura of passion all around them. The restaurant was filled with couples on dates, many of whom felt passion for each other. These radiated a warm, bright aura that Cupid could see around them. Lucy and Larry were awash in gray.
"Shit. I did not count on Larry being an absolute dullard," Cupid said to himself. He flew down and stood beside their table, keeping his form invisible. "If he was a spice he'd be flour." He strung one of his powerful arrows into his bow and aimed at Larry, point blank. "You're wasting all that blood with such a boring brain! Send some where it counts!"
Several things happened as Cupid loosed his arrow. First, he was so focused on his target that he forgot about incorporeality. Next, a waiter stepped up to the table. Cupid had remembered his invisibility, so the waiter stepped directly into him. This sent Cupid's arrow wide. It soared across the room, piercing the breast of an eighty year old woman, who then leapt across the table onto her date, paying no mind to clasps or buttons as she tore at both of their clothes.
Cupid caught himself and readied another arrow, when Lucy pushed her seat back to get a view of the erotic scene unfolding at the other table, hitting Cupid's leg. His second shot hit the waiter in the abdomen, inspiring an instant erection. The waiter covered himself with his notepad and dashed toward the kitchen. He only made it as far as the bar when the power of Cupid's arrow overcame his embarrassment. He kicked off his pants, revealing a sizable member and bushy red pubes. He strode behind the bar, got behind the blonde bartender, yanked down her pants and began eating her ass while he stroked his cock.
A hubbub was brewing around the bar and the elderly couple's table. Both had descended into wet, noisy fucking, and while some patrons were amused, many were beginning to leave. The bar manager was standing in front of his employees, trying to block them from his patrons' view. He could not block the sound. Grunts and groans and shouts of pleasure echoed through the emptying restaurant. The elderly couple had moved to the floor, where the woman rode the man, who looked entirely stunned by the experience.
"I think we should go, honey," Larry said. The couple packed up their things and went to pay the bill up front, since their waiter was now otherwise engaged.
