Eros' Task
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,016
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Eros' Task
Eros, the god of lust... Cupid to those who wish to see him as innocent, is hardly innocent at all. His very name attests to his purpose. Many tasks are his to oversee, but the greatest by far is his "chore" of deflowering.
Yes, indeed, it is his job, his purpose, to deliver young virgins from their state of purity and to bring them into the world of sexual delights. Much as a bee is driven to seek flowers, so is Eros. He cannot help himself, nor would he ever choose to.
~*~
The heat of summer passing with the setting sun, a girl, newly into her 18th year, tossed and turned on the sticky, hot sheets of her bed. The wind sighed gently through the wide open window above her bed, tossing her hair and soothing her for a moment. Lingering in the realm between sleep and wakefulness, her body burned from something more than the summer air.
Nothing is more fun, nothing is better, nothing is quite like a girl between dreams and reality. Likewise, Eros liked almost no situation better for his favorite of tasks.
Drifting through the window, the young god knelt on the bed, a knee on either side of the girl's smooth young body. A liesurely grin spread on his face as he leaned down towards the girl's upturned face, his golden hair glinting silver in the moonlight. He planted a hand beside her shoulder, the other ghosting along the skin of her arm, across her shoulders and down the center of her chest.
He ran his fingers along the skin exposed by the flimsy pajama tank top the girl wore, sliding the fabric slowly up until it rested on the peaks of her pert breasts. His eyes dropped down to her chest, taking in the teasing sight before brushing the top all the way up to her shoulders. He ran his hand appreciatively over the girl's nipples, taking a breast fully in his hand. Eros gently massaged a globe, a little too big for his hand, before switching to the other.
The girl shifted and let out a small sigh, teetering upon the verge of awakening. Grinning, Eros ran a hand over the girl's forehead, soothing her and coaxing her back to sleep. Humans could only see him in dreams and that odd span of time immediatly after waking when you can still remember your dreams. And Eros wanted to keep her asleep yet, at least until she was fully naked.
Seeing to that particular problem, he gently pulled the top over one shoulder, then the other, and down the girl's arms, soon after relieving her of her pajama pants, all without waking her. After around 2000 years of practice, Eros was quite skilled indeed at such a feat.
His hand returned to the girl's chest, his mouth descending to a nipple. The girl gave a soft sound of pleasure, shifting in her sleep. Eros cupped the girl's breasts, his mouth attending to one while his fingers to another, lightly pulling in pinching alternately. He could feel the girl waking and gently sucked a nipple, earning a more pronounced moan. Grinning, he sucked harder, feeling the girl's spine arch, pushing herself up towards him.
Pulling back, he heard the girl whimper, her eyelids fluttering as she drifted awake. Eros loomed over her, his wings slightly unfurled and glowing in the moonlight. Her eyes finally opened, meeting a vision of a golden haired Adonis, eyes half-lidded and gazing down at her. She blinked, slightly confused. Eros smiled knowlingly at her.
"What is your name?" He asked softly, a hand going up to stroke her hair. She rubbed an eye sleepily, still half-dreaming.
"Molly." She mumbled. "My name's Molly." Eros only smiled in reply, his hand moving to cover her eyes. He always asked, for it was the only polite thing to do, but never remembered. Gently, he quieted her, keeping her in a half-dreaming, half-awake state of mind. She would remember feelings, but not him. Very few remembered him, and only in a hazy, dream-like way.
He leaned down, resting his lips against Molly's. Slowly, the chaste kiss turned passionate, Eros' hand snaking behind her head, and Molly's around his neck. Her body reacted splendidly, arching up to press against his. As his mouth explored hers, Eros' hands wandered Molly's body, touching, caressing, brushing and pinching as they went. His wings arched out, as they were wont to do, as he slowly broke their kiss, favoring a breast over the girl's mouth.
While one hand clung to her hip, his other toyed with the left mound, at first gently massaging the soft flesh before lightly twisting the nipple. In time to the motions of his left hand, Eros' mouth sucked and gently bit, both motions becoming harder and more ardent as they were repeated. Molly gasped when he bit, subsiding into moans as he abated to sucking.
When his mouth left her, the girl gave a whimpering cry of want, her hand rising to grasp Eros' shoulder. The god grinned, his other hand coming up to lavish attention on her right breast, his mouth switching to the left.
Molly's attention distracted by the onslaught on her breasts, Eros' left hand was free to fiddle with the waistline of her panties, slowly working them down her legs. Only when his middle finger dipped into her did Molly's attention shift and she emitted a shushed gasp. Eros' abandoned her breast, moving up to busy Molly's in a heated kiss, his fingers becoming more and more brazen.
Eros' hand gently cupped the girl's womanhood, his middle finger delving into her folds. His kiss consuming the girl's outcry, Eros lightly brushed her clit. He carefully worked the girl's flesh, his middle finger teasing her nub with an agonizing mix of both light and firm touches. It was only when Molly's hips bucked upward, a heady moan escaping her, that Eros inserted a finger into her depths.
He slowly began to pump the digit in and out of her, consuming her cries of delight. Finding no barrier, Eros was not detered. In the past half a century, more and more girls were virgins, but with no barrier. A few questions soon gained Eros the knowlege of both vibrators and what horsebackriding can do to a girl's nether regions. He grinned, for that would make his job much more enjoyable for the both of them.
Leaving her lips, Eros descended down the girl's body, leaving soft kisses as he went, until he was level with the girl's center. A groan of appreciation escaping him, he gave the girl's slit a long lick, teasing her clit before pulling back slightly. His middle finger was soon joined within the girl's body by his index finger, earning renewed gasps and moans from Molly's writhing form. His tongue tormented her clit, egging her on to greater heights of pleasure, his fingers carefully stretching her.
Eros listened as Molly's moans became more frequent and more passionate, her hips moving in time with his hand's thrusts. Her peak was fast approaching. Grinning, he sped up his pace, then slowed, racing, and then inching, torturing the girl's senses and keeping her teetering on the edge of bliss. Suddenly, he pulled his head back, his hand's motion ceasing altogether. Molly gave a cry of protest, whimpering and falling from half-sleep in to half-waking to give Eros a pleading look of want.
He leveled his eyes with hers, smiling seductively before ramming his two fingers back into her, setting a fiery pace and sending her racing towards her peak. Molly cried out, arching against him as she careened towards her climax.
Eros crashed his lips down on hers as she came, catching her keening cry of extasy. Slowly, he pumped his fingers in and out of her, keeping her body buzzing even as she came down from her orgasm-high. Finally settling himself between her legs, Eros took hold of the girl's wrist, guiding her hand along his body.
Molly, more awake than asleep now, took the hint and gently caressed his chest, shoulders and arms, taking in the feel of him. After a time, she grew bold and let her hand drop down to his member, quite hard after all his attentions to her. Eros let a moan of pleasure escape him, encouraging the girl's actions. At that, Molly grew braver and gently caressed him, stroking the rigid length into further arousal.
Eros was by no means small. Considering that he was the god of lust, such was out of the question. One reason he kept girls in a half awake state is that they did not fear his size. 8 inches in length and just under 2 in girth was enough to frighten most virgins.
Gently, Eros pulled Molly's hand from him. She looked up at him, thinking she had made a mistake. Eros only smiled at her, kissing her gently as he aligned himself with her. A hand guiding his length, he brushed the tip against Molly's folds, lightly prodding her entrance. But he did not enter. Instead, he teased the girl's flesh, rubbing and pressing against her, driving her body mad with denied need. It was not until she whimpered through their kiss and pushed up against him that Eros ceased his torment.
Slowly, he pressed himself into her, her hot, tight passage enveloping him like a lover's embrace. He heard her give a gasping moan, matching hers with a groan of satisfaction. Molly's hands curled around his back, her nails digging into his skin as he sank in to the hilt. For a moment he stayed still, mostly from habit, kissing Molly's cheeks, forehead, eyes and lips. Then slowly, he began to move, sliding in and out of her virginal body.
A passionate, wanton moan and Molly's legs wrapping around his waist encouraged him to speed up, slowly working up to a good pace. A hand found a place on Molly's breast, the other planting itself on the bed as an anchor as he pumped into her.
Molly's mind was flashing in and out of reality, images of a golden haired angel fixating themselves in her memory, sensations rushing through her mind and flooding her body.
"Oh, god." She moaned, barely coherent. "Oh please, please... Harder, faster... Ahh, oh god please, more...!" Eros' grin returned as he complied, increasing his pace until he was practically slamming into her. Molly's nails raked angry red lines along his back, her moans filling the room almost nonstop.
Eros strained against her, her body beginning to rise to meet his thrusts, their passion reaching higher and higher as the wind whipped through the room, stirred by Eros' stiff and arched wings, the sounds of their passion, both vocal and otherwise, filling the air. Molly's hands clenched, pulling her body up against his and pressing her breasts between them as she careened into mindless euphoria, a gasp and soundless scream escaping her.
This was the moment that Eros lived for, that he did it all for. Never without his touch has a woman been sexually liberated. Though none may attain the equivalent, none truly remember the real thing. You may call them sluts, immodest or nymphomaniacs, but in truth they are god-touched, seeking that state of perfect, god-bestowed bliss that they had once before.
Eros' body tensed, pulling back before ramming back in, his wings rising as he buried himself in her, overcome with release. Molly felt his seed spill into her body, hot and viscous, and was filled with a sense of inexplicable completion. The two remained as such for quite a time, Eros' wings settling down to cover the pair.
Soon, Molly had fallen back into slumber, and Eros reluctantly withdrew from her warmth. Dressing her once more, Eros gave the girl a last, lingering kiss before alighting on the windowsill, ascending out into the night.
As always, since centuries before, a single white feather was all that remained as evidence of the Eros' visit.
~*~
... What can I say, it's a response to my own challenge. Go here http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600094060 for more details on that.
Anyway, what do you think? It's not the first lemon I've ever written, but it IS the first I've ever written for here.
Yes, indeed, it is his job, his purpose, to deliver young virgins from their state of purity and to bring them into the world of sexual delights. Much as a bee is driven to seek flowers, so is Eros. He cannot help himself, nor would he ever choose to.
~*~
The heat of summer passing with the setting sun, a girl, newly into her 18th year, tossed and turned on the sticky, hot sheets of her bed. The wind sighed gently through the wide open window above her bed, tossing her hair and soothing her for a moment. Lingering in the realm between sleep and wakefulness, her body burned from something more than the summer air.
Nothing is more fun, nothing is better, nothing is quite like a girl between dreams and reality. Likewise, Eros liked almost no situation better for his favorite of tasks.
Drifting through the window, the young god knelt on the bed, a knee on either side of the girl's smooth young body. A liesurely grin spread on his face as he leaned down towards the girl's upturned face, his golden hair glinting silver in the moonlight. He planted a hand beside her shoulder, the other ghosting along the skin of her arm, across her shoulders and down the center of her chest.
He ran his fingers along the skin exposed by the flimsy pajama tank top the girl wore, sliding the fabric slowly up until it rested on the peaks of her pert breasts. His eyes dropped down to her chest, taking in the teasing sight before brushing the top all the way up to her shoulders. He ran his hand appreciatively over the girl's nipples, taking a breast fully in his hand. Eros gently massaged a globe, a little too big for his hand, before switching to the other.
The girl shifted and let out a small sigh, teetering upon the verge of awakening. Grinning, Eros ran a hand over the girl's forehead, soothing her and coaxing her back to sleep. Humans could only see him in dreams and that odd span of time immediatly after waking when you can still remember your dreams. And Eros wanted to keep her asleep yet, at least until she was fully naked.
Seeing to that particular problem, he gently pulled the top over one shoulder, then the other, and down the girl's arms, soon after relieving her of her pajama pants, all without waking her. After around 2000 years of practice, Eros was quite skilled indeed at such a feat.
His hand returned to the girl's chest, his mouth descending to a nipple. The girl gave a soft sound of pleasure, shifting in her sleep. Eros cupped the girl's breasts, his mouth attending to one while his fingers to another, lightly pulling in pinching alternately. He could feel the girl waking and gently sucked a nipple, earning a more pronounced moan. Grinning, he sucked harder, feeling the girl's spine arch, pushing herself up towards him.
Pulling back, he heard the girl whimper, her eyelids fluttering as she drifted awake. Eros loomed over her, his wings slightly unfurled and glowing in the moonlight. Her eyes finally opened, meeting a vision of a golden haired Adonis, eyes half-lidded and gazing down at her. She blinked, slightly confused. Eros smiled knowlingly at her.
"What is your name?" He asked softly, a hand going up to stroke her hair. She rubbed an eye sleepily, still half-dreaming.
"Molly." She mumbled. "My name's Molly." Eros only smiled in reply, his hand moving to cover her eyes. He always asked, for it was the only polite thing to do, but never remembered. Gently, he quieted her, keeping her in a half-dreaming, half-awake state of mind. She would remember feelings, but not him. Very few remembered him, and only in a hazy, dream-like way.
He leaned down, resting his lips against Molly's. Slowly, the chaste kiss turned passionate, Eros' hand snaking behind her head, and Molly's around his neck. Her body reacted splendidly, arching up to press against his. As his mouth explored hers, Eros' hands wandered Molly's body, touching, caressing, brushing and pinching as they went. His wings arched out, as they were wont to do, as he slowly broke their kiss, favoring a breast over the girl's mouth.
While one hand clung to her hip, his other toyed with the left mound, at first gently massaging the soft flesh before lightly twisting the nipple. In time to the motions of his left hand, Eros' mouth sucked and gently bit, both motions becoming harder and more ardent as they were repeated. Molly gasped when he bit, subsiding into moans as he abated to sucking.
When his mouth left her, the girl gave a whimpering cry of want, her hand rising to grasp Eros' shoulder. The god grinned, his other hand coming up to lavish attention on her right breast, his mouth switching to the left.
Molly's attention distracted by the onslaught on her breasts, Eros' left hand was free to fiddle with the waistline of her panties, slowly working them down her legs. Only when his middle finger dipped into her did Molly's attention shift and she emitted a shushed gasp. Eros' abandoned her breast, moving up to busy Molly's in a heated kiss, his fingers becoming more and more brazen.
Eros' hand gently cupped the girl's womanhood, his middle finger delving into her folds. His kiss consuming the girl's outcry, Eros lightly brushed her clit. He carefully worked the girl's flesh, his middle finger teasing her nub with an agonizing mix of both light and firm touches. It was only when Molly's hips bucked upward, a heady moan escaping her, that Eros inserted a finger into her depths.
He slowly began to pump the digit in and out of her, consuming her cries of delight. Finding no barrier, Eros was not detered. In the past half a century, more and more girls were virgins, but with no barrier. A few questions soon gained Eros the knowlege of both vibrators and what horsebackriding can do to a girl's nether regions. He grinned, for that would make his job much more enjoyable for the both of them.
Leaving her lips, Eros descended down the girl's body, leaving soft kisses as he went, until he was level with the girl's center. A groan of appreciation escaping him, he gave the girl's slit a long lick, teasing her clit before pulling back slightly. His middle finger was soon joined within the girl's body by his index finger, earning renewed gasps and moans from Molly's writhing form. His tongue tormented her clit, egging her on to greater heights of pleasure, his fingers carefully stretching her.
Eros listened as Molly's moans became more frequent and more passionate, her hips moving in time with his hand's thrusts. Her peak was fast approaching. Grinning, he sped up his pace, then slowed, racing, and then inching, torturing the girl's senses and keeping her teetering on the edge of bliss. Suddenly, he pulled his head back, his hand's motion ceasing altogether. Molly gave a cry of protest, whimpering and falling from half-sleep in to half-waking to give Eros a pleading look of want.
He leveled his eyes with hers, smiling seductively before ramming his two fingers back into her, setting a fiery pace and sending her racing towards her peak. Molly cried out, arching against him as she careened towards her climax.
Eros crashed his lips down on hers as she came, catching her keening cry of extasy. Slowly, he pumped his fingers in and out of her, keeping her body buzzing even as she came down from her orgasm-high. Finally settling himself between her legs, Eros took hold of the girl's wrist, guiding her hand along his body.
Molly, more awake than asleep now, took the hint and gently caressed his chest, shoulders and arms, taking in the feel of him. After a time, she grew bold and let her hand drop down to his member, quite hard after all his attentions to her. Eros let a moan of pleasure escape him, encouraging the girl's actions. At that, Molly grew braver and gently caressed him, stroking the rigid length into further arousal.
Eros was by no means small. Considering that he was the god of lust, such was out of the question. One reason he kept girls in a half awake state is that they did not fear his size. 8 inches in length and just under 2 in girth was enough to frighten most virgins.
Gently, Eros pulled Molly's hand from him. She looked up at him, thinking she had made a mistake. Eros only smiled at her, kissing her gently as he aligned himself with her. A hand guiding his length, he brushed the tip against Molly's folds, lightly prodding her entrance. But he did not enter. Instead, he teased the girl's flesh, rubbing and pressing against her, driving her body mad with denied need. It was not until she whimpered through their kiss and pushed up against him that Eros ceased his torment.
Slowly, he pressed himself into her, her hot, tight passage enveloping him like a lover's embrace. He heard her give a gasping moan, matching hers with a groan of satisfaction. Molly's hands curled around his back, her nails digging into his skin as he sank in to the hilt. For a moment he stayed still, mostly from habit, kissing Molly's cheeks, forehead, eyes and lips. Then slowly, he began to move, sliding in and out of her virginal body.
A passionate, wanton moan and Molly's legs wrapping around his waist encouraged him to speed up, slowly working up to a good pace. A hand found a place on Molly's breast, the other planting itself on the bed as an anchor as he pumped into her.
Molly's mind was flashing in and out of reality, images of a golden haired angel fixating themselves in her memory, sensations rushing through her mind and flooding her body.
"Oh, god." She moaned, barely coherent. "Oh please, please... Harder, faster... Ahh, oh god please, more...!" Eros' grin returned as he complied, increasing his pace until he was practically slamming into her. Molly's nails raked angry red lines along his back, her moans filling the room almost nonstop.
Eros strained against her, her body beginning to rise to meet his thrusts, their passion reaching higher and higher as the wind whipped through the room, stirred by Eros' stiff and arched wings, the sounds of their passion, both vocal and otherwise, filling the air. Molly's hands clenched, pulling her body up against his and pressing her breasts between them as she careened into mindless euphoria, a gasp and soundless scream escaping her.
This was the moment that Eros lived for, that he did it all for. Never without his touch has a woman been sexually liberated. Though none may attain the equivalent, none truly remember the real thing. You may call them sluts, immodest or nymphomaniacs, but in truth they are god-touched, seeking that state of perfect, god-bestowed bliss that they had once before.
Eros' body tensed, pulling back before ramming back in, his wings rising as he buried himself in her, overcome with release. Molly felt his seed spill into her body, hot and viscous, and was filled with a sense of inexplicable completion. The two remained as such for quite a time, Eros' wings settling down to cover the pair.
Soon, Molly had fallen back into slumber, and Eros reluctantly withdrew from her warmth. Dressing her once more, Eros gave the girl a last, lingering kiss before alighting on the windowsill, ascending out into the night.
As always, since centuries before, a single white feather was all that remained as evidence of the Eros' visit.
~*~
... What can I say, it's a response to my own challenge. Go here http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600094060 for more details on that.
Anyway, what do you think? It's not the first lemon I've ever written, but it IS the first I've ever written for here.