A Wayward Arrow

Chapter Eight: Betrayal

Eros came as usual. The fire that lit up the room would go out and he'd watch her from the doorway for a moment to see what she was up to. She was sitting at the vanity much as she had been the first night. Dressed similarly in fashion, the only major difference was that this wasn't a shy woman who was frightened by what lay in the dark. No, this woman was displaying her body before the mirror. Pressing the silken robes aside so that he could see the play of soft alabaster skin form across swelling breasts to a taught rosy-pink n****e.

She didn't bother to look over her shoulder at him, she didn't have to to know he was moving closer in the dark. The shadow he made in the mirror was more than evident that he drew closer to her form and as he pressed his hand to her shoulder, she would rest her cheek against his hand. Turning slightly to press her lips to his arm and wrist. Turning enough on the pouf, she sat upon to partially face him in the darkness. Whatever had gotten into her, the sultry way her lips laid on his skin as she kissed her way towards his side, was enough to draw him to attention.

"Thank you for letting my sisters come and see me." Psyche spoke against his skin.

"I am glad I could make you happy."

"You said you loved me, right? Well, you've certainly shown that by allowing this to happen and I want to return my gratitude. Please, allow me to return to you the favors you've given me."

"Do as you wish, my beloved Psyche." Eros found himself breathing out against the teasing of her breath.

The moment he gave her his permission, her lips parted and her tongue came forward. Slicking against the head of his c**k. The sound of the god sucking in his breath from the pleasure only urged her more. Dragging her tongue around and around before, she finally had her lips wrapped around the bulbous head and was suckling upon it. Eros breathed deeply. Watching through the darkness at the beautiful sight of Psyche with her lips wrapped around him in such a way. Drawing pleasure through his core that had his knees wanting to buckle.

The more it seemed the god was enjoying himself, the more Psyche was getting into it. Her lips parted just a bit more as she pulled more of his shaft between her lips. The feel of her tongue circling him as her head bobbed gently upon his shaft was enough to have the god sigh out as if he were nearly to completion. Every circle of her warm tongue, every suckle of her wet mouth, it was almost too much. She was making him sensitive to every motion she was making.

Eventually, Eros, panting, would reach down to her jaw. Feeling where her mouth worked it's way along his c**k. The very notion of which earned her a little taste of the godly juices that, up till this point, had always been buried deeply inside of her womb. She'd moan against him, and he'd gasp at the sensation of her voice. Pulling himself free from her lips with an audible pop from the suction of her jaw. A string of her saliva still connected them for a moment before he was pulling her up off of the pouf and up to her feet.

He'd kiss her then. Unlike that first night, there was no tentativeness or exploration of his lips. Just pure passion that had his mouth hungry in the way they took hers. Devouring her in kind to bring her lips to sway in similar fashion as he edged her up towards the vanity till the back of her thighs were touching the piece of furniture. she wouldn't get much chance to breathe out against the onslaught of his mouth. Only every so often as his tongue retreated into his mouth before returning to start the dance all over again.

He drew forward, pressing his hips against hers as the slick head of his c**k slid between her thighs. He wasted little time as his length grinded between her legs. Hands on her hips began to move their way towards her backside, gripping and groping into her skin as he urged her from the back to start to ease her thighs apart. She'd comply and as soon as he had enough room, he was taking his hand between them and working his way to her entrance.

She was slick and he needed little more than a few slow easing motions before he was fully pressed up inside of her. Both of them gasped and groaned and he'd adjust her thighs enough to squeeze back together before his body moved. Hips driving in and out from between her thighs. He worked quickly. Letting the sounds of their s*x fill the room with ambient wet sounds. Psyche was moaning between the onslaught on his kisses and he'd pull his lips away from hers, moving away instead for her shoulder where he pressed his forehead against it.

Psyche lifted a leg, wrapping it around his thrusting hips and aiming to pull him closer. It stilled him for a moment but then he was pushing harder and faster. Creating more lewd noises in the otherwise silent room. The sounds of his panting accompanied her moans and the two of them started to push the vanity back. Causing the mirror to rock on the hinges that kept it on top of the dresser. The items on display were pushed aside as he continued.

Soon her own hips were coming up to meet his. Each push was met with a deliberate drive of her own. "Please." She was panting, "I'm so close."

The two of them worked then in harmony. The slickness between them only aided in the mess that soon arrived as Eros drove deep inside of her, stilling as each pump of his heart brought with it the purchase of his orgasm, edging her own right on over. She'd tighten herself around him. Squeezing with her arms and legs as her body trembled around him. Then as they came down, he was pulling out. Letting the mess slide down between them.

They both panted against each other until their hearts returned to their normal pace and then Eros was leading Psyche back towards the bed where they would lay down with each other. Eros did not say anything, but it was perhaps the best night that they had had together and after the excitement was leaving him he felt more exhausted than usual. With Psyche up against his side, he felt himself drifting off into a sort of trance-like sleep that had his breathing evening out.

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Psyche lay there for a while, feeling the seed and juices of what had just transpired, still making a mess between her thighs. She had been fighting the urge to sleep long after she felt the body of her husband begin to grow limp as if he had fallen asleep. This had been her chance and after a while to make sure he was really asleep, Psyche would slowly and carefully peel herself away from her husband and head back towards the vanity.

She looked herself over in the darkness of the mirror as she tied her peplos closed around herself and slipped out of her bed chambers to make her way down the hallway towards the kitchen. Here, she'd find herself a butcher's knife and an oil basin lamp. She lit up the lamp and made her way back to her room, slowly and quietly, just in case her husband was sleeping a lot more lightly than she had anticipated.

As she got closer, her heart began to pound. Everything was beginning to light up. First the doorway, then the lounge and hearth. Soon the edge of the bed came into view and Psyche moved to climb onto the bed and moved the lamp above her husband so that she could finally see him. The butcher's knife was held high in her hand so that she could stab him should he wake up and attack her.

As the light moved across his body, however, she would see a normal man's body. Shapely legs with a scarred nick on the inside of his thigh. His well built torso held definition that she had felt so many times during their many nights together. His toned arms that had held her so many times. He was pale as the gods came and as she made it to his face she was surprised only to find the most handsome man she had ever seen lying there asleep. His shapely jaw line, just as she had always felt, led to the rugged cheekbones. The splay of slightly curling strawberry blonde hair a top his head.

"Eros... It has to be..." She found herself speaking, recognizing the god before her.

She had been so enthralled by the sight of this man that she hadn't realized she had been leaning forward. Leaning forward so much so that she started to drip the hot oils straight down onto the shoulder of her husband. As soon as they touched him, he'd awaken. Revealing a set of inhuman eyes that at first scared Psyche with the cerulean look of them staring back. They were almost reptilian but not quite.

He screamed out at the burning in his shoulder that dripped down along his back and as she was startled, the knife came down, plunging deep into his left shoulder. Deep and to the hilt. Eros let out a sound that was beyond human. A sort of roar that shook the very walls of the palace. He threw Psyche back, causing her to tumble backward towards the vanity and into the quiver of arrows that Eros always carried with him. The quiver would break free one of the arrows and one jabbed her right in the arm.

She gave a gasp as she stared at the man before her, feeling the feelings of lust and love begin to fill her full like a wave of euphoria that gripped her heart in a vice. Grabbing her bleeding arm as Eros lit up the hearth in the room. Looking at her with a bewildered look in his inhuman and albeit terrifying gaze that now was fixated upon her. From his back, two large black wings were beginning to appear. Unfolding and stretching out as blood was bubbling up, black as it dripped from where the knife plunged into him. It seemed she had also hit his wing, for as he stretched it out, it went limp, dripping black ichor as well.

He gripped the handle of the knife. Pulling it out of his body and tossed it down onto the ground in front of Psyche. Seething with every breath inward as he stared down at the woman who had not only looked upon him but who had stabbed him as well.

"What have you done?" He found himself asking, but he knew.

"I was... My sisters..."

"You promised, you knew you were to never look upon me and you betrayed me. Now we can never be together... I told you what would happen, Psyche."

The wings outstretched and Eros leaped into the air and with a mighty flap of his wings, despite the injury, and he took off and into the night, leaving Psyche to scramble to her feet, running out through the archway after him. He was already too far into the sky for her to follow.

"Wait! Eros! I am sorry, please!" She called back to no avail.

With him gone, her heart sunk and she felt broken. She couldn't believe what had just happened. Eros. The god of love had been the one who had been sharing her bed this entire time and now he had just flown away after she had betrayed his trust. He would never come back and it had her sinking down onto the ground looking over at his quiver and arrow and her heart filled full with her sorrow and she began to cry out in her anguish. She needed to get him back. She couldn't leave her marriage to crumble as such, but how would she find him? He could be anywhere.