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Chapter
7
Son-of-a-bitch!”
A
wide smile split Apollo’s face as he reclined on a large pile of
multi-colored pillows and rugs. “Eros. Bacchus. What took you so
long?”
Eros
stormed over to the God of Medicine and Music, ready to fight to the
death. “What did you do to me?”
Only
what you’ve deserved for a long time,
Cupid.”
You’re
still upset about that?” Bacchus mocked. “Dude, get a life. It’s
one girl.”
Jumping
to his feet, Apollo stood nose to nose with him. “She was
my
one girl.”
Seeing
the pain in Apollo’s eyes, an overwhelming sadness filled Eros’
heart.
What
have I done?
On
the journey here, it occurred to Eros his problems began right after
the festival, but that made no sense. He’d attended the festival
for millennia and never a penis problem one.
Why
now? He replayed the scene in his head.
The
image of Tessa hiding behind the tree. Her thin chemise barely
covering her luscious curves. The fire in the night threw its flames
high and wide, lighting up the night time and outlining her body. He
watched her as she peeked at the orgy in front of them and simply
couldn’t help himself.
Even
now, his mouth watered at the idea of her luscious curves, the way
she tasted, the feel of her skin.
I
can see from that confused look on your face, Cupid, that you’re
still trying to figure this entire thing out.” Apollo smirked.
Quit
calling me Cupid,” Eros growled as his head pounded with ideas.
Why
now? Why this festival? All I did was fuck Tessa against that tree…oh
no.
Eros’
eyebrows slammed into his hairline. “Daphne.”
Daphne,”
Apollo whispered her name.
For
too many years, Eros had attended the festival in pursuit of pussy,
but he always avoided that part of the forest for good reason. There
stood a very specific tree.
A
laurel tree.
The
very tree that was once Daphne, Apollo’s love.
The
woman Eros shot with a leaded arrow to make sure she never fell in
love with the God of Medicine and Music, right after he shot Apollo
with a golden arrow to guarantee he’d love her for eternity.
Karma’s
a bitch, isn’t it, Cupid?” Apollo tossed back a goblet of wine.
Eros’
own arrogance angered him. How he let Apollo get under his skin so
long ago still rubbed him the wrong way. Apollo’s taunting had
pushed Eros to hurt not only him, but the beautiful nymph Daphne,
who’d done nothing more than be quite beautiful.
The
bastard has probably been waiting millennia to fuck with me.
The
image of the tree still haunted him. The way the trunk resembled the
nymph’s body as she danced. The branches outstretched like arms as
her head leaned back in ecstasy.
His
mother warned him that gods don’t take defeat lightly and some,
like Apollo, were extremely patient and could wait out their
adversaries until the perfect time to
instill
their plan.
But
how did Apollo do this?
It didn’t
matter. He promised he’d help Tessa and he needed Apollo to do it.
Yanking
at the crotch of his pants, he tried to adjust so he felt some sense
of release, but to no avail.
Problems?”
Apollo laughed.
He
growled. “Damn you, Apollo. Fix it.”
Fix
what?”
Standing
with his feet wide, Eros pointed to his penis. “You know fucking
well what.”
The
corner of Apollo’s mouth twitched. “Your dick? Sorry, not in the
dick fixing
mood today.”
Bacchus’
head fell back as his rich laughter was probably heard all the way
down to Earth. He filled a large chalice with wine and sat down in an
oversized chair near the fire.
Lunging
forward, Eros’ hands reached for Apollo’s throat. Right before
Eros made contact, Apollo disappeared and ended up on the opposite
side of the room where the muses busied themselves. “Choking me
won’t accomplish anything. I’m immortal, remember?”
Sure
it will. I’ll feel better.” Storming across the temple, the slap
of Eros’ shoes on marble echoed throughout. “Fix it!”
Evaporating
again, Apollo stood near the pyre. His arms locked across his chest
as the flames danced behind him. “I can do this all night and from
what I’ve heard, you can’t or you can’t do much. The juice from
the laurel fruit can be quite toxic. Causes all sorts of problems.”
You’re
a piece of shit.”
A
horrible thought stopped him in his tracks. “Did you tell anyone
about this?”
A
scowl replaced Apollo’s mischievous smirk. “I told you a long
time ago to leave the heavy lifting to us full gods and you could go
around shooting your arrows any which way you wanted when it came to
love and passion.” Smoothing down his thick robes, Apollo picked a
few grapes from the silver bowl to his left. “But you didn’t want
to listen so I’m making you listen.”
To
be fair, gods or demi-gods aren’t good at listening to anybody.”
Bacchus drummed his fingers on the armrest of the chair as a buxom
muse sauntered by. His eyes raked across her body.
She
giggled, crooked her finger and gave him a wink before disappearing
around the corner.
Without
a word, Bacchus followed.
Seeing
his one ally leave, Eros’ temerity faltered slightly. Without
Bacchus’ full backup, he might not be able to hold his own.
Sitting
on his throne, Apollo’s Cheshire cat grin further unnerved Eros.
“Well, well. How the tables are turned.”
You’re
enjoying this a little too much, Apollo.”
His
eyes sparkled with mischief. “Payback’s a bitch.”
Fuck
off.” The amount of pride Eros had to swallow to walk into his
adversary’s temple was almost too much to take. If his cock didn’t
ache so damned much from missing Tessa’s perfect touch, Eros would
have never considered being here at all.
But
he needed Apollo’s help because he needed her.
Not
needed. Wanted Tessa desperately.
She
was his addiction. His muse. His life.
Word
has it that a lovely little thing has you so wrapped, you’re having
trouble in the bedroom. That your arrows have gone out of control.”
Eros
clenched his jaw so tightly, he could have easily cracked a tooth.
“Is that what you were hoping for? Me having no control over what I
do?”
Something
like that, but seeing the madness that your misfiring has caused is
better than anything I’ve seen in a long time.” Waving his hand
over the fire, the bird’s eye view of the madness popped up.
“Interesting. There’s two, no three men and two women…wow,
she’s quite the contortionist.”
Fix
it.”
And
why should I? You took my love and I took your ability to control
love.”
For
thousands of years, Eros had built a world out of controlling love,
lust, and like. If Apollo permanently took that away from him, Eros
would have no purpose. He would waste away into nothing and the Earth
he’d watched over would fall into complete chaos.
But
I can’t have people going around humping all the time. They’ll
become so obsessed with that, they won’t do anything else and I
can’t have them stop their need for me.” Apollo snapped his
fingers and instantaneously, Eros felt the angst and stress of the
need for release evaporate.
He
rolled his shoulders from side to side as the muscles in his neck and
back relaxed. “Damn, that feels great.”
With
a whoosh, his quiver, bow, and arrows shot in through the open doors.
They assembled and hovered in front of him. Eros grabbed and held
them with a white-knuckle grip.
I
have to hand it to her; she sure knew how to work you.”
What?”
The
woman. Tessa. She sure knew how to work you well.”
Eros’
anger surged to the surface. “You stay the hell away from Tessa.”
Apollo
drummed his fingers on the armrest. “I know she wishes to return to
Vesta’s temple and the only way she can do that is to be a virgin
again. Agreed?”
Swallowing
hard, Eros reluctantly nodded. “Yes, she wishes to return. I
promised I’d get her there.”
But she
also agreed to give me her pussy if I could get her back.
He
paused.
That makes no sense. How do I
get her to Vesta and she’s promising to be with me?
I
see from that furrow in your brow that you are confused.”
If
she returns to the temple, we can’t…fuck…ever.” Eros paced.
“Why would she promise something she can’t give?”
Apollo
shot Eros a pity-filled look. “Fortuna has been quite a source of
information. Seems her and your lover are close friends.”
Fortuna?
What does she have to do with anything?” Not that he cared. The
woman had been nothing but a pain in Eros’ ass for years.
Dread
settled in his gut like a lead balloon.
No.
That
wonderful sweet smell from your lover? The way she tastes. Breathes.
Loves. Sucks. The want of you not getting enough? The addiction you
have of her?”
Yes.”
It’s
laurel juice. Well, that and a few other herbs I’ve mixed up, but
know it’s all for medicinal purposes only.” Tilting his nose up,
Apollo smirked. “She’s been drinking it just as I instructed her
to, to get you highly addicted to her.
She
wouldn’t do that. To me.”
You
sure? You took her life away. Fucked her without thought or emotion
and left her there without a second thought. Laurel juice is quite
potent though. Sadly, the girl gets horribly hungover from it.”
Standing, Apollo causally walked about the room as he poured more
salt into the heartwounds of the God of Love. “Fortuna asked me to
help her. You see, your Tessa wanted to ruin you. She came to Fortuna
who came to me and told me how you screwed her to never ending
passion right up against that laurel tree. Against my beloved
Daphne.”
Eros
shook his head, knowing something didn’t ring true. “You’re
lying. The timing doesn’t add up. I had…problems before I met
Tessa, not after.”
Ah,
yes. Well, the laurel tree drops its berries. You were standing in a
sea of them when you went on your fuck-fest. I simply increased their
effect on you after I watched you pop Tessa’s maidenhood, drove her
to never ending passion right up against that laurel tree. Against my
beloved Daphne.”
Apollo’s
words dripped from his mouth like poison. “At first, I wanted their
magic a bit more, but it did make so much sense to let her be your
addiction and your cure. The very person who wants nothing to do with
you when it’s all said and done.”
Never
had Eros thought he’d see the day where his own heart crumbled from
betrayal. Eros’ pride plummeted to his feet. “She betrayed me?”
I
have to say, the girl is quite smart. Bewitching you so. Leading you
around by your cock. Beautifully done, but it really doesn’t
matter. With the amount of laurel juice she’s consumed, she’d
headed for kidney failure. Humans are so fragile. Pitiful.”
Sinking
to his knees, Eros screamed an unholy cry that carried all the way to
Mount Olympus.
Tears
ran down his face at the thought of losing Tessa two-fold, but
despite her betrayal, hearing of her imminent death broke his heart
far more. “Please, don’t hurt her. I’ll do anything you want.”
A
low chuckle radiated around him. “Anything, huh? I seem to remember
begging you for something similar many years ago. Do you remember
that?”
Yes.”
The pleading look from Apollo as he watched Daphne change into a
tree. How Eros knew how to change her to love the God of Medicine but
refused to do it.
The
feet of Apollo appeared in front of Eros as he hung his head.
Tucking
his fingers under Eros’ chin, Apollo tilted his chin up. With a
satisfied smirk, Apollo whispered, “Now you know how it feels to
have your entire heart ripped out of your body.”

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