This story was inspired by that infamous V-Day last week. A woman tries to seduce the God of Love, but in the end, he has his way with her. You’d never quite see the tables so easily turned on the Power Goddess, but then again, maybe she’s just never met Cupid yet.

I was in a singles bar on Valentine’s Day. I was placing my money on the bar, ready to call a cab, when I suddenly saw him.

In the bar, complete with wings, a quiver, a bow and arrow, was Cupid.
He was everything the legend said he was: blond, muscled, gorgeous and wearing nothing but a loincloth.

He was so focused on his target that he didn’t notice me. I pulled an arrow from his quiver and jammed it firmly into the cheek of his ass.

Cupid jerked the arrow out, glared at it, and then at me.

His eyes narrowed with interest.

He shot the arrow into his chosen victim and jerked me out of the bar.

“Why?” he demanded.

“I’m lonely and miserable and as of now, you’re mine.”

“Is that how you see it?”

I nodded and he smiled slowly.

I was suddenly in my bed, naked and bound firmly. Cupid stood at the foot of the bed, naked and smiling.

“The arrow may have made me want you, but it didn’t make me your slave,” he said, trailing a rose over my nipples, down my stomach, and over my clit. When I arched to it, he smiled and climbed onto the bed. He pushed twelve inches into my face and took my hair in one large hand.

“Suck,” he commanded. “Show me how badly you want it.”

I sucked him like a woman starved. To my surprise, he tasted sweet, like chocolate. As I sucked, he reached back and thrust three fingers into my pussy. I came, moaning and gasping on his cock.

“Good girl.”

He thrust deep inside me, hurting and pleasuring all at once.

The next morning, I had a heart tattooed on my hip and a written promise of a mate to come.