Nocked Over

by Sam Cheever

  I slid the cupid sling off my hand, removing the contraption by slipping the gold band that looked just like a ring off my middle finger. The arrow nocking and firing contraption fit in the palm of my hand, where I could hold and prep it without a client even knowing it was there.

  I placed it carefully into the little red box made of garnet that kept it safe and locked away from mortal eyes when not in use. Pressing the pad of my right index finger on the little heart in the center of the box, I thought my password and heard the box snick into locked position.

  I turned to carry it back into my house.

  Clotho followed me, her hag feet and knees crackling almost musically as she walked. “You know why I’m here, Daphne.”

  I sighed. “Yes. I know why you’re here.”

  “I’d hate to see you get hurt, child.”

  I placed the red box in the safe hidden behind a beautiful, framed print of Psyche and Cupid and slammed it shut, spinning the combination dial and gently closing the print to hide it. Then I turned back to Clotho, a frown of frustration on my face. “Maybe you can tell me how to handle the situation. I’ve tried to distance myself from him…from the whole thing…but it just keeps dropping back into my lap. It’s as if the Fates have willed it.” I lifted an eyebrow at her meaningfully.

  Clotho just shrugged. “I’ve checked my weave, Daphne. There are no mortals in it. There is a small knot there, which I can’t remember weaving, and I’m not sure what it means but it isn’t a human male. I know that for sure.”

  I frowned at her. “You wove a knot you don’t understand. You’re killin’ me here, Clotho.”

  She shrugged bony shoulders and opened my refrigerator door. “Any of that pie left?”

  Clotho has a weakness for sweets. I usually try to keep something in the house for when she visits me. Which is more often than I like to think about. I shook my head. “I have cookies.”

  Her shrunken face blossomed into a toothless smile. “Cookies!”

  I pulled the cookie jar toward me and opened it. It was filled with freshly conjured, heart-shaped sugar cookies in honor of the upcoming Valentine’s holiday. I grabbed a small plate and arranged several on the plate for her. Being a deity, she didn’t need to count calories and being a hag, she had an enormous appetite…for everything.

  She perched herself on one of the tall stools at my marble-topped island and fixed me with eyes that were filled with childlike delight as I slid the cookies in front of her. I poured two glasses of milk and grabbed one cookie from the jar for me.

  Clotho happily ate her cookies, dunking them in the milk until it was filled with golden mush and then drank down the last of the milk, chunks and all. She sat back and belched, having come from a time when belching was the sincerest form of flattery to a cook.

  I winced and then nodded my thanks for the compliment.

  “You conjure up the best sweets, Daphne. Not like that loser Christian. His cookies taste like cardboard.”

  I nibbled my cookie thoughtfully. “If only I could conjure up a solution to this problem.”

  Clotho set her empty milk glass down and stood up. She looked at me with milk on her lip and a sly slant to her rheumy eyes. “Maybe you can, dear. You are a very talented Cupid.”

  She turned and walked away from me.

  I called out to her, “When you figure out what that damn knot is you let me know.”

  Clotho flung a hand back over her knobby shoulder and disappeared into thin air. Just before she ran full smack into my large picture window.

  I sighed. Why was my life always so difficult? I looked at the rest of the cookie and shrugged, stuffing it into my mouth. I could always magic the extra dimples off my thighs later.

  The doorbell rang and I went to answer it, trying to chew fast. I glanced at the clock in the foyer as I reached for the door, wondering who could be stopping by at that hour. Imagine my surprise when I opened it to find Bion Chronos standing on my doorstep.

  I stood there, chewing, unable even to tell him to go away and leave me alone because my mouth was full.

  Or ask him how he’d known where I lived.

  I had to settle for frowning at him.

  He watched me chew for a moment and then reached toward my face with one hand. I winced, unsure if he’d come to bitch slap me because I’d tried to dump him on Christian.

  His hand stopped in mid-air when I winced and he grinned at me. Then he touched my top lip gently and showed me the tip. A granule of colored sugar rested on the finger tip. As I watched, he slowly lifted the finger to his mouth and his tongue flicked out, grabbing the sugar off the tip.

  I gulped.

  “Daphne.” His voice rumbled through my chest, sending my heart and lungs into overdrive and making warmth pool in my stomach like a swig of smooth whiskey.

  I gulped again.

  He took a step toward me and I panicked. Waving a hand in front of him, I put him in motion freeze and stepped away, tempted to slam the door and lock it.

  I paced my foyer for a good five minutes, wiping sweaty palms down my slacks periodically. I had no idea what to do. I knew if he touched me…hell if he even looked at me…I’d fold like yesterday’s clean laundry. I couldn’t resist him.

  But I had to.

  Finally, I realized I had to be a man about the situation and reluctantly returned to the doorway. I waved my hand in front of him again and he moved, blinking.

  He narrowed his eyes at me for a beat and cocked his head. But then he just shook his head and stepped toward me, forcing me back away from the door.

  “You need to go, Mr. Chronos. I don’t know how you found my home but this is highly irregular and even…probably…illegal.”

  Bion took a step closer, looking down at me through eyes that seemed to sear through my clothes and leave me naked to his smoldering vision. Dark lashes lowered over the passion-filled eyes, hiding the rampant lust there, and his hands dropped to his sides, fisting.

  I shivered. I knew the fists should have scared me but I saw them for what they were. A man struggling for control over feelings that neither of us knew what to do with.

  I knew my chance to diffuse this was quickly dwindling so I tried again. When I spoke my voice cracked with desperation. “I don’t want you here, Mr…”

  “Bion.” His face darkened and one hand came up.

  I gasped and jerked away.

  He swore and wrapped the hand around my upper arm, yanking me toward him and pulling me into a kiss that felt like it should have started my hair on fire. I tried to cry out and push away but he held me tightly, one arm around my waist and the other wrapped around my neck. I fought him as long as I could…at least thirty seconds…and then I gave in with a sigh.

  Tears trickled down my cheek at the pain I knew I was letting myself in for. But for once I didn’t want to think about that. For just this one time I wanted to let myself enjoy the uncontrollable passion that, against all odds, had flared between us. Even if only for a short time.

  I forced all thoughts of Dema Pence from my traitorous mind and pressed my body more tightly against his. Feeling as if I couldn’t get close enough, while at the same time feeling as if we fit perfectly.

  Heat built between us until all I wanted to do was get my clothes off. His clothes off. And my bones felt as if they couldn’t hold me up any longer.

  My knees buckled and Bion caught me before I fell.

  He drew away from our kiss and rested his forehead against mine. We were both panting. My hands wouldn’t stop tugging at his clothes and when the buttons on his shirt wouldn’t come free I gave an angry tug and popped one of them loose.

  We watched the tiny, white button skitter across the floor and land under the small table next to the door.

  He looked at me.

  I looked at him.

  Then he grabbed both sides of his shirt and ripped it brutally. Buttons flew around us, pinging against furniture and skittering into corners. We didn’t even notice.

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nbsp; With a growl he was on me again.

  He hit me so hard I backpedaled to the wall and slammed up against it. My butt smashed up against the cool, smooth wall and my head slammed against his hand, which he’d jammed there just in time to keep me from banging my head against the wall.

  His lips devoured mine, pulling breath and heat and desperation from my body and giving back frantic need. He grabbed my hands, holding them above my head in one of his, and ground into me.

  I swore I could feel every hard line of his rigid cock against me, every engorged vein. His free hand held my chin as his lips devoured mine with an intensity that would have been frightening if I hadn’t shared it. Then he pulled away, staring hard at my bruised lips, and ran a finger over the tender flesh, sliding it through my lips and into my mouth. I nibbled softly on the finger and then sucked it into my mouth, sucking it suggestively.

  He groaned and pulled the finger free, gliding it over my lower lip and down my chin, creating a warm, moist trail through my cleavage and over the exposed tops of my breasts.

  That was the first time I realized he’d ripped my blouse open as well. As I saw the quivering mounds of my breasts, covered now only by a scanty lace demi bra that barely covered my nipples, moisture pooled between my legs and my need surged to a new level, beyond my control.

  He ran the finger down my stomach and headed for the place where my need throbbed the hardest.

  I spread my legs as his hot hand cupped me through my slacks and wished the cloth barrier away. But my slacks didn’t stop him from creating fire between my thighs.

  He pressed his palm against the oh-so-tender place that throbbed desperately for his touch and I cried out, grinding myself against him mindlessly. Then he ran that finger up the crease of my slacks, starting between my quivering buttocks, and pressed his palm over me again.

  I reached for him, placing my hand over the tight bulge of his jeans, and he growled, pressing against my hand.

  I rubbed him hard through the constricting material of his jeans, my body echoing the rhythm my hands created on his rigid flesh.

  My head pressed back against the wall in rapture. I moaned as Bion lowered his incredible lips once again to the jiggling mounds of flesh overflowing my bra. He kissed the top of each breast before he plunged the moist heat of a talented tongue into my cleavage and licked his way back up to the spot where the soft lace barely hid a painfully rigid nipple. As his tongue delved below the lace, my body convulsed in a shiver of anticipation. When he shoved aside the lace with that incredible tongue and pulled the nipple into his heated mouth I shuddered and came, screaming out his name and grinding myself against his very talented hand with mindless ecstasy.

  Before the last aftershocks of my climax had even finished, Bion was lifting me into his arms and carrying me toward my bedroom. I didn’t even stop to wonder how he knew which room to take me to. My lips were on his like a lifeline and my hands were busily pulling his shirt off his shoulders and my shirt off mine.

  We left a trail of battered clothing behind us and by the time he threw me on the bed, I was wearing only my slacks and one trouser sock.

  Bion quickly divested me of those.

  I fumbled at the button of his jeans and pulled them down his hips, licking my lips as he finally sprang free. I glanced up with a grin. “Commando man, eh?”

  He chuckled huskily. “At your service, ma’am.”

  I sat on the edge of the bed and he stood there before me, his dark eyes filled with need and something else that looked like fear. I filed that away for later.

  I had better things to do at that moment.

  Looking up at him, I let my lips curve into a devilish smile. He groaned as my tongue slid across my lips in carnal promise. Then I lowered my head and slid my mouth over his cock.

  I felt his growl of pleasure rumbling through me as I compressed my lips and slid them slowly down his length. His body convulsed on a shiver of pure, unadulterated joy as my lips started the slow journey back up to the fat head of his rigid cock. My tongue came out and I licked the tip, pressing my tongue gently into the little opening in the center and then running it around the tender crease under the throbbing head. He arched toward me and his chest rumbled on an endless purr.

  I smiled around his cock, knowing I had him when my lips touched his hard belly and he cried out at the feeling of his cock touching the back of my throat. I barely had time to slide him back out of my mouth before he grabbed my shoulders and threw me backward on the bed.

  I expected him to cover my body with his and take me immediately, but Bion had other ideas.

  I lay on my back with my legs dangling over the side of the bed. He stood looking at me for a few beats and then smiled, licking his lips as my eyes widened in sudden understanding.

  Payback time.

  I shivered in anticipation as he lowered to his knees beside the bed and spread my legs. Bion kissed his way up the tender flesh of one thigh, hesitating over the place where I pulsed with need for him but not touching and then back down the other thigh to my knee.

  His hot mouth closed over my kneecap and he sucked, making me giggle and look down at him. He lifted his lips and grinned at me.

  “Did I miss the spot?”

  I laughed and lifted a hand, the thumb and index finger barely an inch apart. “By this much.”

  His eyes sparkled up at me. “Let me try again.” He moved to the other knee and opened his hot mouth, lowering it over that kneecap. This time I shivered as he gently sucked that knee. When he lifted his head this time I shook my head. He frowned, “No? Well, let me try again.” I laid my head back on the bed, nearly shaking with anticipation, preparing myself for what was to come. But nothing could have prepared me for the incredible feeling of his hot, wet mouth on my cunt.

  As the heat lowered over my quivering pussy, I cried out and grabbed his hair, running my fingers through the soft silk as he gently sucked my very soul out through my throbbing mound. I screamed into climax after only about thirty seconds and Bion carefully carried me through a second and then a third orgasm.

  I lay like a limp doll as his mouth left my pussy and I felt him climbing my body. He wrapped an arm, like a steel band, around my waist and pulled me up with him on the bed. Then he lowered his body over mine and I felt the hard length of him against the oversensitized flesh of one thigh.

  “Did I find the right spot?”

  I moaned against his lips as he moved his cock to press against my throbbing mound. “Not quite. But keep trying, practice makes perfect.”

  I felt his lips curve into a smile against mine. “Music to my ears.”

  His hips shifted and his mouth lowered to mine. Lights exploded around me as he surged into me, filling my belly with heat and bringing every nerve ending in my body to full attention.

  He slid his full length into me and stopped, letting our bodies absorb the pleasure before sliding slowly out to the fat tip of his cock and then inch by inch, scraping his hard length over my G-spot.

  I arched into another climax almost immediately.

  His tempo increased as my body milked his, pulling his pleasure forward against his will.

  He drove into me with a new urgency, filling me completely and then sliding out quickly, only to surge into me again. Each plunge made me gasp with the exquisite pain of a quickly building climax.

  He paused, his hands fisting in my hair. I gasped, barely able to breathe with anticipation, until he started to move again with excruciating slowness. His fists softened in my hair, the fingers quivering against my scalp as he regained control and started to ride the wave of pleasure again. His hard length slid slowly, inexorably over the spot inside me that focused my pleasure and promised release. I reveled in the exquisite torture of the sensation until I felt myself tumbling over the edge into sweet release.

  For Bion, it was finally too much. My body clamped his frantically, pulling his orgasm out of him through waves of intense pressure, until he couldn’t take it anymor
e and surged into me one last time, growling his contentment against my lips, his body convulsing in the pleasure-pain of sexual release.

  He hung over me for several minutes, both of us quivering in exhausted pleasure. He held his weight on his elbows and knees, which had slid to either side of my thighs and pressed against my skin like a warm, muscular vise. Every few seconds he would twist his hips gently, causing the gentle aftershocks of our lovemaking to surge through my body anew, bright and lovely.

  Finally and reluctantly, he pulled out of me and rolled to my side. He pulled me tight up against his body and pressed his face into my hair, nuzzling my neck contentedly.

  His cock lay warm and wet on my thigh.

  Tears welled up unexpectedly and I fought them back. He’d probably forget about me in a few hours. Or if I was lucky, a few days. And with me out of the picture, I was pretty sure he would form a happy match with Dema Pence.

  The thought sent pain jolting through me and I took several deep breaths, trying to get my emotions under control. It was the right thing for him. Finding love with another human.

  But it was hell for me.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and willed the tears away. A couple slid down my cheeks despite my attempts to squelch them.

  The smooth heat of a work-roughened fingertip pulled a tear off my cheek. I opened my eyes and found Bion’s dark, worried gaze on me. “Are you okay, Daphne? Is something wrong?”

  I shook my head, forcing myself to give a negligent laugh. “It was incredible. I’m blown away.”

  A lesser man would have taken the ego boost and preened, forgetting my obvious distress in the pleasure of having his sexual prowess confirmed. But Bion was not your average male. His worried gaze stayed on me for a long moment, assessing, judging my reaction to our lovemaking.

  Then his soft lips lowered to mine and he gave me the most tender kiss imaginable. I lost my grip on my tears and as his long, hard body covered mine and his cock slid into me again, I gave a little sob that was filled with both pain and pleasure.

  He kissed my lips, my nose, my forehead and licked the salty tears from my face. As he focused this gentle assault on my emotions, his body continued to coax mine to join him in another wave of bliss. It didn’t take much coaxing. My body was a forgotten instrument coming to life under his careful and extremely talented ministrations.