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I wake up the next day with the god already making sweet love to me, his mouth hotly suckling my breast while his fingers thrust in and out of me my already-wet core. It takes only a moment for my brain to switch from sleepy to horny, and another moment before he has me writhing and whimpering out loud.
Kyrios, kyrios.
I feel him shudder at the sound of my voice, and then I'm shuddering right alongside him as he rises to his knees and drives his entire length inside of me in a flash. I feel inordinately stuffed all at once, and more so when he deepens his penetration by holding my legs up to his waist.
Our bodies rock and strain against each other, my god fucking me harder and faster with each stroke, and though we both try to make it as last as long as we could, it's next to impossible. We cum almost at the same time, his fingers biting into my ass as I arch up with a sob.
We shower together after that, and even though I try protesting a little, the god still has his way and makes me cum with his mouth on my pussy before finally letting me go so I can change into my uniform.
I can't remember the last time I felt this giddy, and it makes me want so bad to be selfish. This is our first morning-after as a couple, and I wish...I really wish I could pretend everything's normal.
But I can't.
I normally don't need to work up an appetite, but with my breakfast getting colder in the past ten minutes, I know it's pointless to delay the inevitable.
You've been fidgeting for quite a while, moraki mou.
"I need to ask a favor."
If it's about your parents, I already have demigods watching over them.
My jaw drops. I was actually thinking of asking if he could maybe get a couple of local detectives to look after them, but...demigods?
"Seriously?"
They are your parents. Those you value, I value as well.
I reach for one invisible hand across the table and press my lips against his knuckles. "Thank you," I say simply.
You have no need to thank me.
"But..."
I can feel the god smiling as I pull back even while keeping our fingers twined over the table.
"I have another thing to ask."
This is about Lucious.
"Are you testing me?" I ask finally. "Why does it have to be him—-"
There is no one else in the order who I'd trust more than him to help retrieve your memories.
"You have to be exaggerating—-"
He...cares for you.
It's a motivation that others do not possess.
"Oh." I try pulling my fingers out of his hold this time, but instead of letting me go, the god pulls me out of my chair and into his lap.
I trust him, moraki mou, and I trust you.
It's a surprisingly reasonable approach for a god like him, and while I know I should be thankful about it...
"If you're expecting me to be just as reasonable about you and other female members of your order, forget it." His shoulders have already started shaking before I even finish speaking, and I start seeing red.
Those were completely valid concerns, dammit!
I raise my hand to slap his divine face, but invisible fingers curl around my wrist, and it's his turn to press his lips against my knuckles.
The thought did not even cross my mind, little hothead.
"Just so you know," I warn him.
You are the only one I want in my life.
"The number of women bearing your mark says otherwise," I mutter under my breath.
I am truly not the one who left those marks—-
"So who did?"
A beat of silence passes before the god's answer rolls out in my mind.
I cannot yet say—-
I elbow his chest hard. Knew it. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
I swear it on the River Styx.
Yours is the only mark of the order that I have created.
I'm about to reach for his divine balls to give it a good hard squeeze when the god's words sink in, and my hand freezes mid-air. "You swore," I whisper in shock, "on the River Styx."
I did.
"And you haven't died."
The god's about to answer, but he doesn't get a chance since I've already started showering his invisible face with kisses. Thank you. I start to pull away...but freeze when I feel his hands reach under my skirt.
"We can't—-"
Even if I promise to make you cum in ten minutes?
Ten minutes later, and the god has more than kept his word. Chair sex is amazing, and well...everything about my god is just so amazing I think I'll need to start pinching my cheeks soon, just to be sure I'm still in the real world.
Butterflies swarm close as soon as I step out of the cabin, and I can't help but laugh as they seemingly put on a show with their wings changing color in synchrony. Even the trees looming over us appear to join in as they play out a melody with their rustling leaves and shaking branches.
The god pulls me close as soon as we step out of the mist, and I realize why when my California-bred bones start shivering even under my thermals.
Still cold?
I almost answer him out loud, but then I remember we're already out in public, and I shake my head instead. I'll survive.
Invisible fingers lace with mine, and I hide a smile at this divine show of protectiveness. It's cute, super cute, but since I'm not the type to tell him that, I think of something else to talk to about, like...
Can I ask you a question?
Of course, moraki mou.
How old are you, really?
The god suddenly stops walking, and I have a hard time keeping myself from snickering even as I nearly lose my balance.
Come on, kyrios.
Just give me a ballpark figure.
How many digits are we talking about here?
Or if spitting out the numbers just like that is too painful, then how about we do a timeline?
Were you born before or after the black hole—-
The fingers holding me let go completely, and this time I don't even care if the few students around us think I'm crazy.
I burst into laughter, and I still can't help laughing when the god pinches my cheeks. That's such a guy thing to do, but at the same time, it's so painfully cute it almost makes me want to gush.
Almost.
A smile is still playing over my lips when we finally reach Anise Building, but just as I'm about to say 'I'm off' the god startles me tells me to stay still, and I'm left fidgeting on my feet until I feel his lips touch my bad knee.
I know without being told he's healed me, and because I'm this close to being a blubbering fool, I can only mutter 'thank you' under my breath before hastily turning away to run up the steps.
I don't look back the whole time, and it's only when I'm within the safety of school hallways that I finally allow myself to stop, breathe, and mentally swoon.
Are all gods as perfect as mine is?
I've heard of gods being incredible in bed, but for my god to be cute and sweet as well?
Lucky, lucky you Halyna!
The knowledge has me feeling like I'm floating the entire first period, and I can't stop smiling like a fool even when it has Cad telling me I might as well put on a statement shirt of 'LAST NIGHT'S SEX WAS FANTASTIC' under my fancy school blazer.
I mean, it's not like he's wrong anyway.
Last night's sex was great, and so was this morning's. In fact, I can't remember when's the last time I felt this great...and I only stop feeling great when second period begins, and the professor walks inside the classroom, looking gorgeous...next to Sullivan Sluttivan Wilkins?
To be fair to the professor, he's actually making a serious effort of maintaining a "professional" distance between them for a change, but he's also failing dismally since Ms. Wilkins' chest has more inches than a restraining order can cover.
The whole thing bothers me just eensiest weensiest bit, and the fact that it does bothers me even more. I think it's time I find a way to kill any lingering feelings I have for the professor, and I get my chance to do so come next period.
Scuba diving lessons for Physica Educationem have been unexpectedly canceled, and I suddenly have all ninety minutes to self-practice my butterfly stroke while I figure out why I'm attracted to the professor in the first place.
He's devastatingly gorgeous for sure, and his sex appeal is way, way off the charts, but I don't think I'm so shallow that physical attraction alone would be enough. There has to be another reason for this weird connection between us, and I do wonder...
Maybe it's because what I really like about him is how he doesn't ever seem to care what other people would say about him?
Maybe it's because—-HOLY GREEK SHIT!
The mark on my neck starts tingling just as I bounce off one of the pool's diving boards, and bubbles immediately start spelling out letters as soon as I break past the surface and dive underwater.
Locker Room. Now.
So this is what Cad meant when he said this mark is his connection to my god.
I swim back up as quickly as I can, and the way my heart's already pounding is reassuring. I may have a few sexual kinks to straighten out where the professor's concerned, but when it comes to my heart, the answer is absolutely clear.
My steps slow to an uncertain halt when I get to the locker room, which is more crowded than I expected it to be. There are girls on the benches chatting and texting, girls taking selfies by the mirror, and—-whoa!
One of the shower cubicle doors suddenly swing open on its own, and when I look around, no one else seems to have noticed it. My heart starts hammering as I walk towards it, and I can also feel myself getting shamefully excited as I get closer and closer. I know it can only be him, of course, and
by the time I reach the cubicle, I'm already oh so wet between my legs, and aah!
An invisible hand grabs mine to yank me in, and the door slams shut so loudly it has a couple of girls shrieking and calling me a freak. Which is somewhat true...since I'm now getting my freak on with my god.
Our mouths meet in a torrid hot kiss while his fingers drag down the front zip of my one-piece. I wriggle out of my suit as fast as I can while sucking eagerly on his lower lip, and oh, the moment I'm finally naked...
Aaaaaaaah!
My lips part in a silent cry as his thick, big cock shoves inside of me, and the god starts fucking me up against the wall. His thrusts are rough and forceful, and I love it so much I can only bite down on his shoulder to keep myself from moaning out loud.
When I hear footsteps and giggles from outside our door, I can't help but tense. I don't want to risk making any noise, but it's as if the god knows this, too...because the next thing I know, he's just doing everything he can to make me scream. His mouth latches to where my mark's still tingling on the side of my neck while his fingers start pulling at my nipple. And all throughout it, his cock is plunging deeper and deeper into my womanhood—-
Y-you...b-beast!
Even though I'm only railing at him inside our minds, it's embarrassing to note how breathless my mental voice sounds, and my embarrassment only grows when I feel his lips curve into a knowing smirk against my neck.
Shit, shit, shit!
I wish I had the power to pull away and make him experience some sensual torture on his own.
But I can't.
Because the moment his thumb started grinding down crazily on my clit, it's all over from me, and no matter how hard I try to control my response, my temperature just keeps rising and rising until the heat is impossible to contain.
An involuntary gasp bursts past my lips as I start to cum, and the god's mouth slams down on me as he reaches his own feverish peak. His cock twitches and jerks powerfully inside of me as it starts shooting out its load, and I feel myself cumming even harder.
Time becomes immeasurable, and I'm barely able to keep my eyes open as the last ripples of my orgasm fade. I'm so tired, dammit, and I strike the god's invisible chest with my fist in a futile show of irritation.
How can I survive my afternoon classes when you've tired me out like this?
I didn't hear you complaining earlier, moraki mou.
I...I...just don't do this again when—-aaah!
The god's tongue suddenly flicks against my ear, and I forget the rest of what I have to say as my body shudders and slumps over his chest.
You were saying, little bird?
Oh, shut up!
The words are already out before I realize what I'm saying - and to whom - but to my surprise, I can actually sense the god...smiling?
You're not mad?
There is nothing for you to worry about.
You must always feel free to speak your mind to me.
It is how things should be between a god and his future goddess.
Did he just say—-
No, no, no.
I can't take it seriously. Right?
His words worry and thrill me at the same time, but I'm distracted from my thoughts when I hear a small popping sound as my divine lover gently pulls himself out.
Hold on to me.
He carefully lowers me to my feet, but my legs immediately fold, and I sense him chuckling even as strong invisible hands swiftly clamp around my waist to save me from falling flat on my face.
Are you alright?
SHUT UP.
The words are out before I can stop myself, and I realize all at once it's my subconscious attempt to test him. Gods are notoriously fickle, and a part of me wanted to see if he truly meant it when he said I can always speak freely to him.
Does anything hurt, moraki mou?
The god asks this as he carefully helps me back to my suit, and while that intimate part of me does feel a little tender, I also have a feeling this god of mine can be so protective such an answer would mean sexual abstinence.
And since no way am I going to stand for that—-
I quickly shake my head. All good here.
You're sure?
Yup.
Unseen knuckles run gently down my cheek, and as I close my eyes to savor his touch, I hear the god murmur in my mind—-
Meet me at the labyrinth after class.
There is something we need to speak of.
****
IT'S RAINING AGAIN when classes end for the day, but I don't give it a second's thought as I take off my blazer and hold it over my head before making a run for it.
A concealing mist starts to form as I reach the road leading to the labyrinth, and it turns into a thick wall of fog behind me just as I spy a large creature with snowy white fur resting by the entrance. The beast abruptly sits up with a growl as soon as its eyes of gold and blue rest on my drenched profile, and barely a second passes when I sense the god growling in my mind—-
Why do you NEVER remember to take your umbrella with you?
I don't even have the time to answer. The beast has vanished, the god switching back to its other form, and I only know he's materialized right next to me when I feel his magic dry-cleaning my uniform in an instant.
"Uh...thanks—-ow!"
Invisible lips have just nipped the marked skin on the side of my neck, and I can only grimace, knowing better than to complain.
Do not let me catch you without your umbrella again, you understand?
"Ne, kyrios."
The words translate to 'yes, master', and I secretly sigh in relief when I hear the god cough a moment later. I remember reading somewhere that the old gods love it when humans from foreign lands speak their language, and since my god is older than, well, just about everything else...
Punishment averted, mission accomplished, which then leaves me one last thing to do—-
I lift my gaze to where I sense the god is, asking, "Why did you want us to meet here?"
Come with me, and I'll show you.
He takes my hand, and memories tease my mind as I let the god lead me deeper into the labyrinth. I know it's only been weeks, but it feels like an eternity has passed since I first laid my eyes on the god's bestial form within these very walls.
Perfumed air wafts around us as we reach the path where I last saw Isabella and the professor together, and my blood turns cold when I recognize the scent.
Carolina roses.
It's that flower again, and I find myself swallowing hard when I remember the message its nocturnal blooms are supposed to deliver.
Are you alright, moraki mou?
The quiet concern I sense in the god's voice makes me quickly push all thoughts aside. "I'm fine." I turn my gaze back to the vine-colored wall we're standing in front of. "Does this lead to the headquarters of the order?"
If you place your hand on the wall, you shall see the answer for yourself.
Now that you bear the order's mark, it shall open upon your touch.
I do as the god bids me...and jump back in surprise when the walls silently part just like I remembered them doing in the past.
Shall we go?
The god takes my hand again, and the quiet strength in his grip becomes my private source of comfort as we descend the steps in complete darkness. You'd think a god like him would afford to have lighting installed, but I guess being divine doesn't save someone from being cheap—-
I hear the god cough, and my thoughts come into a guilty halt. He can't have heard what I was thinking.
Right?
And it's not like I meant any of it, anyway. I simply can't help cracking jokes when I'm nervous, and considering how my anxiety levels are currently scoring, I'm this close to applying for a job at SNL.
A strobe of light finally appears at what seems like the end of the tunnel, and I can't help holding more tightly to the god's hand as we come into what seems like an underground maze of chambered caverns.
Its stone walls are cold and faintly moist to touch when I curiously run my fingers on their surface, and the solid ground has a mirror-like sheen that I've never seen before. Above us, glowing flowstones have turned into living chandeliers as they bathe the caves with golden light. Together, they create an airy atmosphere you would never expect from an underground cave, and any lingering fears I have of being claustrophobic are quickly distinguished.
The god suddenly squeezes my hand, and his words unfold in my mind when I look at his direction.
Do you know of the Erotes, moraki mou?
"I think I can recall a few stories," I answer hesitantly.
Good ones, I hope?
"Uh...well..." I suddenly have a feeling I need to pick my words in care, just in case my god and the Erotes are all from the same prehistoric era. "If I remember correctly, the Erotes are basically primordial giants with multiple heads. Sort of like the Hydra, but less...heads?"
The god doesn't answer right away, but I'm definitely sensing something here, and I shoot a suspicious look at his direction. "Are you laughing at me?'
Of course not.
Yup. He's totally laughing at me.
But you are partially correct.
I am?
They are primordial beings, but they are no giants.
"Titans then?"
No.
"Cyclops?"
No.
I can sense exasperation in the god's voice this time, and it makes me hesitate. I was planning to ask if perhaps the Erotes were chimeras or satyrs—-
They are gods, moraki mou.
"Oh. Right. Cool." Not. I may no longer be as divine-wary like before, but old habits die hard. I'd still rather talk about roaches than gods.
And besides—-
"I'm sorry, kyrios, but...I'm still confused. Why are you telling me about the Erotes?"
The members of the Order of Sub Rosa believe that they only honor one god.
"But I'm guessing...they're not?"
They are not.
I try connecting dots from there, but I just can't find any linear path from Point A to Point B, and a sigh escapes me. "I'm sorry, but I'm still confused."
I am one of the Erotes.
Now, we're getting somewhere.
There are four of us in all, and the others are my brothers.
Did he just say...brothers?
Would you like to meet them?
Uh.
Hell.
No.
But the question turns out to be rhetorical, with three other men already materializing into view, one in each corner—-
These are my brothers, moraki mou.
Anteros. Himeros. Erma.
The way the hairs at the back of my neck instantly stand up at the sight of them is telling, and the way my trembling legs are this close to kneeling down tells me these men...are not men at all.
They can't be anything else but gods, and when I think about how the man whose arms I fall asleep in can only be as divine—-
I turn to the god I can't see, but whose soul I am getting to know better and better. And right now, his soul is telling me one thing very clearly—-
There's something else he wants to say, and that letting me know about his brothers is just the start.
There's something else, something more precious, like—-
His name.
And he hears this. I know he has because I can feel him smiling at me.
Would you like to know it?
Only if you trust me.
Because that's what he said it would take. He has to trust me first—-
I do.
My breath catches. "I want to then," I say shakily. "I want to know your name."
The god cups my face.
My name, moraki mou, is Eros.