A Wayward Arrow

Chapter Five: I Love You

Eros had returned to the palace before the sun had completely set. Upon his return, he had been informed of Psyche's movements throughout the day. Of her having gone into his bed chambers and having been asking around about him to a couple of the servants. While they had seemed alarmed about it, more so he suspected, because they didn't want to get caught answering the girl about him, he knew she would eventually give up on the pursuit of figuring it out. After all, she had seemed content for the rest of the day in the library with the vast collection of works that he had.

He took to watching her for a while after dinner, going about her evening in the palace. Mostly doing as she had the night before by walking through the garden and looking through the flowers. Doubting now that she was growing more accustomed to having the freedom to do as she wished during the day, that she would be easier to manage should more issues like today come rearing their head. Unlike back in the mortal world, she had no obligations to attend to. There were no social events, no decorum of how she should act, just the freedom to do as she wished in a palace that would jump to whatever her heart so wished.

That night, as the sun went down and plunged the palace into shadow, he'd come for her again. Waiting this time till she had finished with her nightly ritual of combing out her hair with the help of Fiona and pulling on a fresh nightgown of silk and lying out on the lounge in front of the fireplace with one of the books from the library. The book in question had stories of heroes, most of whom were half-bred children of Zeus. He'd let her read well into the night. Wondering if she was just reading for fun or waiting to see if she'd catch a glimpse of him.

The fireplace would go out with a flick of his wrist, plunging the room into darkness, and while the act had given Psyche a bit of a startle, it seemed she had been waiting for him to come to her even in this late hour of the night. He stood on the threshold of her room, looking her over from where she started to sit up. Placing a book marker into the book and sat it down upon a little end table next to the lounge.

"I knew you'd come again tonight." She spoke with a soft shake in her voice. The fear she had wasn't as strong as it had been the night before, but it still quaked along with the adrenaline that thudded her heart.

"You were waiting for me?" He asked as if he hadn't realized this already, making his way through the room and towards where she sat, crouching down in front of her.

"Yes. I know that I must remain in ignorance and I have come to accept those terms of our arrangement, but I still wish to ask what you plan to do with me. Surely a god has no real reason to marry a mortal woman and bring her to his palace."

There was a hum from the god, a simple hm; one of contemplation. The question she had was a sort of loaded one that could give away some things if he wasn't careful how he answered her. Though he supposed she had her right to ask it. He was not Zeus who lusted after just about anything that moved and even then Zeus would have simply taken her in that field that day that he had seen her and been over it. Selfishly ruining her for any other man and cheating upon his wife. Unlike many of the Gods, he wasn't into forcing himself or his will onto mortal woman then solely going upon his way. Even his own father was guilty of this act.

"A few years ago, I was watching the mortal world. Something I liked to do from time to time. That was when I had spotted you in the field outside of your kingdom and I was smitten with you instantly. I even returned here and tried to forget about you but I just could not and I knew that I had to have you. I love you, Psyche, more than any God could ever love any thing or person, and it is a love that, no matter what, shall never extinguish. For as long as there is breath in my lungs and blood which pumps into my heart, it will remain. I am immortal; deathless... my love will follow you even after you've been ferried across the River Styx. I want nothing more than to have you by my side as my wife and lover."

Psyche was silent for a moment before she spoke up, almost shyly retorting; "I didn't know the gods could love anything in such a way."

The god let out a chuckle, reaching forward to stroke her cheek, brushing some of the tendrils of hair away so he could see her face better in the darkness. He leaned in and began to kiss her. Slowly at first, then letting his passion drive home each pull of their lips. Unlike the last time, Psyche's own were dancing more in tune with his. Following the lead as they came together there upon the lounge. Eros moved to join along side her.

Psyche's gave much more haste this time around. Her hands exploring the naked form of her husband beside her. As their lips danced, she was touching his muscular shoulders. Letting her fingertips roam down towards the chiseled feel of his chest, further down to the lines of his abdomen. She'd gasp as her hand dipped just beneath his navel to find the head of his length resting up against his lower abdomen.

His hand joined hers, wrapping her digits around the bulbous head that just the night before had been inside of her. He made no motions to move, just tightened her hand around him, letting her squeeze and release it, which drew her lips away from his as she looked down between them. Trying to see in the darkness exactly what he was doing. He edged her fingers over the tip, letting her feet the warm stickiness that seeped from the tip of it before releasing her hand.

"Climb on top of me, Psyche." He instructed.

"Wh-what?"

Eros wrapped his arm around her waist, shifting himself so he was lying down along the lounge, dragging her up to lay on top of him. With one hand, he situated her legs to straddle his waist, pulling the fabric of her gown out from beneath her till he felt her slit riding up against the shaft of his c**k. That arm around her waist slid up her back, pulling her down against his chest, and he'd pull her lips back to his. Letting her simply feel him pulsing right up against her as he went back to kissing her.

Then, in time, his free hand wrapped itself around her hips and began to urge her to glide herself up and down the length. Grinding herself against him over and over till she started to pant against his lips. Her mouth left his and she'd press her hands against his chest as she sat up a bit, looking down at him as she stilled herself.

"It feels strange again." She breathed.

"Because it feels good and your body is turned on, here..."

The god shifted a hand beneath the skirt of her gown, reaching between their hips. She'd feel him adjusting himself, angling that engorged organ up between them. He slid it a few times between her slit. Against her swollen c**t, which earned a few gasps and groans from her. Then, that head he had had her squeezing against was pressing into her opening all over again. Except this time, he wasn't pressing into her, he was urging her to lower herself down onto him.

Psyche let out a whimper as her hips lowered. Letting them flush down against his. He felt her thighs tremble as she settled down, perhaps a little faster than she probably should have. He pulled her back down against his chest. Stroking her hair and back as he let her adjust to him all over again. Kissing her lips. When the throbbing around his shaft eased up, he'd begin to kiss along her jaw and towards her ear.

"Move your hips, how it feels good to you." He instructed.

At first she didn't move at all, but eventually she started to shift her hips from side to side. Letting herself feel the way he felt inside of her as she did so. Around, to the side. The sensations earned a groan from the god and he'd pull his hips back before plunging them back inside of her, which brought a squeaked noise of surprise from his wife. The juices were beginning to drip down his length as she decided she liked that more and she started to bounce her way slowly upon him. Slow at first, but eventually she started to find her rhythm.

His arm released her and she sat up, riding herself towards an orgasm that had her body tightening against him much as it had the night before. She stilled completely but Eros grabbed her hips and started to pump himself inside of her as she came. Working his way to his own orgasm, which erupted inside of her with hot ropes of c*m. Splashing and mixing with her own juices. She groaned and lowered her hips completely onto him as he came, twitching beneath her with groans and grunts. Then, she lowered completely on top of him like an exhausted ragdoll.

For a while they lay there like that. His arms wrapped around her with his c**k still inside of her, twitching and oozing every little last bit out of him as their combined juices slowly slipped down his shaft from gravity. Eventually, though, he drew himself out of her and carried her off to the bed where he tucked her into him and held her as she started to drift off into sleep. By morning he would be gone again and she would be left feeling him still working his way to his orgasm inside of her as his seed slipped down from her entrance.