by luststruck96. Listen to the ► podcast at Steamy Stories.
Cupid discovers Psyche’s beauty.
Psyche wore a black peasant dress that fell just above her knees and threw on a black cloak to hide her face to conceal her identity.
As she expertly climbed the castle walls to leave, she made sure to keep quiet as to not awaken any of the guards. If they were to find her escaping, she would be chained to her room. The king had forbidden his three daughters from leaving the confines of the kingdom as an attempt to keep their beauty pure. The three sisters who had previously been able to roam the kingdom were now kept in the dark with the exception of making marriage alliances.
Her eldest sister had been married off and her other sister’s marriage had already been fixed, but as the youngest Psyche’s hand was the next to be given away. Her beauty was known across the kingdoms and the talk of who would get to wed the rare beauty was growing despite the kingdom’s people not having seen her in recent years.
Psyche was stubborn and curious for a princess which led her to leaving the castle in order to roam the markets at night. It was her only salvage from the lack of liberation in her life.
As Psyche walked along the market with her head down, she witnessed the empty streets and the very few people who were left, closing their shops or attending their last customers.
Her hand went to trace an apple that sat on the stand. It stood out from the other dull apples that were marked with spots that indicated their decay. The apple was a bright red with a shiny surface that seemed natural. As she admired the apple, a hand clasped her tiny one. “You touch the apple, you buy it,” she heard the man speak.
She resisted from looking at the man in order to continue to conceal her face as his hand still held hers. “I apologize kind sir, but I haven’t got money with me at the moment, but I promise to bring you your money tomorrow.”
As he let go of her hand, she could hear the man’s footsteps approach her as he walked around the stand to stand in front of her. Her held her hand in a firmer grasp this time, slightly pulling her forward. “What guarantee do I have for that?” Before she could speak, his other arm circled her tiny waist and pulled her against him. “Maybe if I take something of yours, your debt will be paid.”
He moved his hand to untie the cloak that masked her identity. Despite her attempt to move his hand, he had succeeded in removing her cloak, leaving her in her black dress with her face exposed.
“Princess,” he whispered in excitement. I moved my eyes up as I glared at him, challenging him further. “You’ve definitely blossomed over the years,” he said as his gaze dropped over her bosoms. He began to trace a hand down her bare arm as he held tightly onto her upper arm. He held her tightly against him as she whimpered in fear, cowering back as his hand moved to squeeze her rear. She pushed harder after that, but nothing seemed to dislodge him.
As he leaned forward to kiss her, someone had pushed him off of her. She looked towards the older gentleman and bowed in gratitude. He simply nodded before chasing the man away.
An older woman approached my side. “Are you Princess Psyche?” I nodded. “You’ve grown to be so beautiful. I don’t even think the Gods have such beauty in heaven.” I blushed at her words.
News of the encounter had spread across the kingdom, which led to the king being pressured into showing the princesses to the kingdom once again. Despite the inhumanly beauty of all three of his daughters, Psyche’s beauty received the most praise.
At one point, everyone had begun to pray to Psyche and suffocated her with offerings of all sorts, abandoning their previous ways of bowing to Goddess Venus. The majority of people looked at Psyche with admiration, the younger men looked at her with lust, and the younger women looked at with her with jealousy, including her sisters.
When news of Psyche’s admiration reached the heavens, Venus had been furious. She had called her son Cupid in order to find a stop to the disrespect that had bestowed her.
“Cupid, my loving son, you wish you mother happiness, don’t you?” Cupid nodded. “Have you heard of a princess named Psyche?”
“I haven’t, mother. I have been busy with my training lately. Has another war begun on Earth?” Cupid’s training had been watched over by Zeus himself, and over the last few weeks, his muscled body had grown to be even more impressive. He still towered over most of the Gods at 6 foot 5, and his looks had made him the desire of every woman.
His mother planned to use her son’s ignorance to her advantage. “She is a wretched woman on Earth who has swayed the people on Earth into worshipping her. In order to put a stop to her whims, you must make a true monster fall in love with her, so she is wed to the ugliest man the Earth has seen.”
Her son nodded dutifully before making his way to the kingdom.
He had brought a troll with him from the underworld, sure to please his mother with his loyalty.
He teleported himself to the place of Psyche before bringing the troll in order to ensure she was alone. The strike of an arrow would only make the person fall for the first person they set sight on, so if there were others, the plan can go into flames.
As he was teleported into her bath area, he hid behind a pillar and witnessed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her eyes were the colour of a pool of honey, enchanting him further. Her soft lips were shaped like the bow strapped around his shoulders. He had never seen lips so pink and so innocent, yet so luscious that they made a God like Cupid weak. The long brown tresses of her hair, flowed in waves that the rivers would envy, falling below the line of the water. Her womanly curves were only covered by the thin white material that concealed the expanse of her bosom, but it was clear that she was well endowed in that area. Cupid ached to see further down, but the water had blocked his view.
Cupid stood there astonished as if he himself had been struck by an arrow. His heart beat faster for her and the hardness that developed between his legs was unmistakably a result of the beauty that clouded his vision.
He knew he would have to disobey his mother’s words for the first time.
Cupid can’t resist touching Psyche.
Cupid found Psyche to not be the cruel monster his mother described her to be, but she was a mere victim of her own beauty.
He couldn’t help himself as the night crept in, he had to see her again. He teleported himself to her bedroom and watched from her door as she tossed in her sleep. The hem of the white slip dress she wore had fallen up her thighs, and Cupid felt himself grow hungry at the thought of having those silky thighs wrapped around him. Her bosoms completely filled the slip and threatened to fall out of the lace neckline. As seductive as her body was, her face looked serene as she slept in bliss.
Cupid felt the strain of his pants and couldn’t hold back at the sight of Psyche’s sleeping form. He picked up a silk fabric that he found to be her panties and tied it around her eyes. With Psyche still asleep, he removed the boxers he wore as he stepped towards her in a predatory manner. As he lay on top of her, careful not to crush her fragile form with his muscled body, he traced a hand up her bare thigh, moving her slip up her leg. He swallowed at the sight of her black lace panties.
He looked back up to the calmness of her face, his eyes finding their way to his lips. He leaned down, enjoying her scent that consumed in. He began to passionately kiss her lips when he found her kissing back. The softness of her lips completely melding with his. Enjoying her pleasure, he placed a hand on her large bosom, squeezing slightly.
Psyche began to squirm under him, finally having woken up. As she opened her eyes, she was met with darkness and fear began to consume her. Her fists began to pound on Cupid’s chest which she noticed to be very muscled, but her futile attempts just made Cupid laugh. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. For a moment, Cupid sat back and watched the beautiful woman that laid under him, completely for him to explore.
“Help!” she screamed, hoping to attract any of the castle guards. Cupid snapped his fingers to soundproof the room and lock the doors.
He kissed her lips once again, but she turned her head to the side and began to scream again. “Scream louder,” he challenged. “I’ve made sure they can’t hear you.”
She began to scream louder as his lips attacked her neck, teeth nipping the soft skin. Realizing her attempts to be rendered useless, she spoke, “Why are you doing this? Who are you?”
Cupid’s member grew harder at her angelic voice. “You’re unmarried, so I thought I’d teach you some wifely duties,” he responded, kissing her delicate lips again, holding her jaw to keep her in place.
Psyche found her heart hammering in her chest in fear of what this stranger would do. From the feeling of his body on hers she could feel that he was very muscular and could easily hurt her if he wanted. She still remained passive despite the hand on her face that urged her to respond to his advances. His hand moved down her neck, but his lips were insistent, biting on her bottom lip. She still kept her mouth shut, too stubborn to accept her fate. As his hand moved further down her body and reached her bosom, she felt the gentle squeeze on her sensitive breast, causing her to gasp. Finding the opportunity, Cupid plunged his tongue in her mouth, exploring every corner as if swallowing her mouth in his.
His hand moved further down to her hip towards which he thrust his hips into. At this point it was clear to Psyche that he was as naked as the day he was born. For some reason she found her hips meeting his in a primal desire that caused wetness to pool between her legs. Whether it was the feeling of knowing her clothed body had driven this stranger to become as hard as he was or if it was feeling the masculine body against her feminine curves, she felt a guilty pleasure with his touch.
As a prideful princess she still attempted to dislodge his hands. She caught the hand that was pulling the end of her dress. She knew the black lace panties she wore were on display to him, but she kept her hand on his. Cupid was driven to further lust as he saw her thighs quiver in anticipation under him. The black lace against her pure skin was a sight that surpassed any heaven he had seen. When her hand caught his, he froze.
As if he had been struck by an arrow for the second time, his heart raced. She didn’t push his hand off or try to fight him, but her hand just held his as it rested on her upper thigh. His hand ascended further, cupping the curve of her rear. Psyche released a shaky breath when she felt his touch, a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her hand squeezed his further and in turn, he squeezed the flesh he was holding. He looked at her heaving breasts and decided that she wanted this as much as him. She craved his flesh as he craved hers.
Under her dress, his hand made its ascent up her back before groping her left breast with his right hand, appreciated how it filled the entirety of his large hands. Her back arched to fill his hand and she released a soft moan. He groaned into her neck as he kissed and sucked on the soft flesh. “Psyche,” he whispered into her neck.
The sound of her name coming from his mouth acted as a cold shock that reminded him of why he was sent to meet this beauty in the first place. He left one last kiss on her lips, pulling on her bottom lip as his body departed from hers. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Remove the blindfold only after 10 seconds.” His teeth grazed her earlobe before getting off of her.
He stood for a couple of seconds, admiring how she looked. The blush that formed on her chest put the heaven’s roses to shame. The way her dress was pulled up reminded him of the flesh he had touched just moments ago. A true beauty, he thought as he wore his clothes before transporting himself to the heavens.
After a few more seconds, Psyche sat up and removed the blindfold around her face before noticing they were her panties. She blushed at the thought of him having picked them up to fashion into a blindfold. Her finger traced her lips, noticing how they were swollen from their passionate attack. She pulled her dress down as she slept with the uncomfortable heat between her legs.
Cupid convinces Psyche to submit to him.
During the day Cupid had avoided Venus like one would avoid the underworld. His thoughts always turned back to Psyche, and every time he thought about her writhing body under him, he had to relieve himself with his own hands.
Seeing that night had fallen upon the kingdom once again, he decided to pay Psyche another visit. He did not find her in bed this time, but he heard the sound of water running in her private bath. He hardened once again imagining her gentle hands running over her curves as water kissed the length of her body. He decided to enter the private bath quietly to not alarm her of his arrival. He turned off the lights, leaving them in the dark.
Psyche feared the sudden darkness as she grabbed the towel from next to her bath and wrapped it around her naked form. She tried to feel around in order to get to her clothes before she could leave and ask the maids what was wrong with the lights. Arms suddenly grabbed her waist from behind, and the body pressed against her undoubtedly belonged to the stranger of the previous night.
Before she could turn to try to see his face, he tied a cloth around her eyes. He pulled her back to him firmly and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Let’s get you dried off.”
Cupid carried the princess in his arms effortlessly. As they stepped into the light of her bedroom, he found himself enjoying the pink of her towel against her honey skin. He dropped her gently on the bed, and noticed that she whimpered slightly, but made no move to escape. He stripped naked before scrambling on top of her.
He kissed her lips with more passion than Psyche had remembered, which she did not know was due to the pent-up lust from missing her body all day. Unconsciously Psyche began kissing back, her lips melding with his. His lips moved down to her neck, stopping at the marks he had left from the previous night. “My marks suit you,” he murmured against her skin. She hummed in response, not able to come up with coherent words.
His lips moved further down to the swells of her breasts, catching the water drops on her skin with his tongue. She shivered at the sensation as he sucked the skin that felt so intimate.
As his hands moved to her towel and began to pull, she tensed up and held her towel tightly against her. “Please,” she whispered desperately. All Cupid heard was the lust in her voice and the battle she had between her honour and her desire. Despite her efforts, he easily ripped the towel off of her.
As the cold skin hit her wet skin she immediately attempted to cover up, placing an arm around her bosoms and her hairless sex. Cupid growled as he pinned her arms to her sides. His hand brushed her nipple that hardened under his touch, making her whimper. He squeezed her other nipple into the same form. “You do not hide your body from me,” he spoke against the flesh of her bosom. His voice was unrecognizable, even to himself. Psyche felt the wetness pool between her legs at his husky dominance.
Cupid’s lips latched on to her nipple, biting down, causing her to scream. He then began to suck it to cool the pain. Psyche bit down on her lip to hide a moan, but couldn’t help herself when his tongue swirled around her hardened pebble. The water drops that coated her breasts were completely replaced with the wetness of his lips.
As her moans grew more eager, Cupid grew more lustful, his eyes darkening. He kissed her lips once again as he entered a finger in her. He felt resistance at the intrusion of his long fingers, but he pushed through, aided by the wetness he found. Her legs wrapped around him, and he remembered how he had longed for those silky thighs to squeeze his body against her. As a second finger had entered her, Psyche had begun panting while Cupid’s lips moved over every inch of her neck. With the three fingers that were now inside of her, Cupid felt Psyche’s sex squeeze his fingers. “Oh,” she cried as she came all over her fingers.
He sucked on his fingers, savouring the taste of her sweetness. Psyche had fallen on her back, and her breasts were still heaving from her climax. As Cupid grabbed Psyche’s hand gently and wrapped it over his member, Psyche pulled away. Cupid once again placed Psyche’s hand over him in a firmer grasp as he savoured her delicate touch. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
Despite Psyche’s naivety, she fully knew what he was implying and began to shake her head as she grew apprehensive. “It won’t fit,” she whispered in fear. “We’re not married,” she added quietly in the end. It was a thought that passed through her head the night before, but she succumbed to his charms. However, she knew if this were to happen, she wouldn’t be able to marry anyone else.
He leaned down to kiss her once again, and she kissed him back, tentatively wrapping her arms around his neck and touching the softness of his hair. He pulled back, both of their bodies entangled in one another, as he murmured against her lips, “I’ll be your husband.” He kissed her breast. “I’ll be the only one to kiss you like this.” His hand travelled up her thigh and both thighs around his waist before squeezing her rear. “I’ll be the only man to touch you like this.” His hands moved down and clamped over her sex. “I’ll be the only one to have you down here.”
Psyche gulped, and caught in the heat of her feelings, she nodded.
He grasped her chin. “Don’t just nod. Tell me what is it you want.” He caught a nipple between his lips, tugging on it slightly as he cupped her breast.
Psyche sighed as her hands roamed the muscles on his back. “Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what?” He asked, pulling away from her. His eyes turned dark as he felt her gentle touch.
“Please make love to me.”
Cupid did not have to be told twice. He thrust himself into her as Psyche screamed. His eyes softened as he remembered humans were not made for the pain that a God’s member could cause. He kissed her lips as he slowly moved in and out of her, closing his eyes in the feeling of how she clamped tightly around him.
As he found her arching her back and bringing her hips up to his, he thrust into her faster, still holding back knowing that it was her first time. He ached for her as he felt how he was stretching her on the inside. She clutched onto his shoulders, allowing him to feel her nipples graze his bare chest.
Her thighs tightened around him in a deadly grip as his fingers dug into the flesh of her rear. The bed shook from underneath them despite the sturdy construction. The sound of the squeaking bed was overpowered by their moans and the sound of the skin connecting.
Psyche heard the man’s breaths become more sporadic and Cupid noticed that Psyche’s back was arched back. As Cupid thrust into Psyche one last time he came into her, filling her womb. He stayed within her, the two of them not making an attempt to untangle from each other. After a couple of moments, Cupid rolled off of Psyche and began to put on his clothes.
“Can I see you?” He heard the soft voice from behind him. She sat up and he appreciated the beauty he was just inside. Her hair was untouched and angelic. Her neck was freckled with bites as were her breasts. The marks of his hands were imprinted on her thighs. He could see the blood of her virginity on the white sheets and the cum that flowed out of her sex. She was every bit more beautiful after he had thoroughly left his mark on her.
“If you see me, I cannot be your husband. I’ll come tomorrow and we will make love again, but you cannot see me, Psyche.” He left without a word as Psyche collapsed on her bed wishing to see the mystery man who had thoroughly ravaged her.
To be continued.
by luststruck96 for Literotica
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