“If anyone can whip him into shape, I think it will be Love. All we can do is hope. Now, let’s get you two moved in.”
“Love, we’re going on vacation. Cupio trusts you, I trust you. And if anyone gives you any issues while we’re gone, just have Death glare at them. So far it seems to be working great with keeping Eros in line,” Gloom says.
“You’re right. Totally right. I’m interim Head Cupid. I’m a bad bitch. I mean, I already have an ice cream social and a jump rope contest planned. It will be great.”
“It will be great. So, you’re not going to call us?”
“Not unless someone is dying, and we’re all technically already dead, so that shouldn’t be the case. So unless there is a mega disaster, leave you and your cupids to fuck in peace,” Love says and I can’t help but let out a little laugh.
Perhaps I judged the bubbly cupid too harshly. Without her, I certainly wouldn’t be getting this alone time with my men, much needed alone time. Between us moving in, and Cupio giving the lowdown on the realm, it seems like we’ve had next to no time together.
“You’re doing a great job. Thank you for giving us this,” Cupio interjects and Love straightens her shoulders and nods her head.
“I won’t let you down. But, sir?” Love asks.
“Yes?”
Love lets out a slow breath. “As much as I want this job and to make Cupidale the best place it can be. I love Death more, and unfortunately he just isn’t built to live in Cupidale full time. Purgatory is his safe place, and I can’t take that away from him.”
“Remember what I said?”
Love nods. “Being Head Cupid is just a job, and that I shouldn’t change anything else about my life except where I report to work. I can still live in Purgatory, and Death is granted access in and out of the realm to help with balance.”
“That’s right. Now, are we good to go?”
“Yes. I won’t let you down.”
“And you won’t call,” Gloom adds, and I love him even more for it.
Cupio grabs both of our wrists, and we’re suddenly popped into a different realm. It’s beautiful, almost like we’re in theclouds. But there’s a small cottage and a waterfall that looks almost opalescent.
Gloom whistles next to me. “Damn, cupid daddy, you have a hookup with the angels?”
Cupio laughs and wraps an arm around both of us. “Oh, I have the hook up all right. We’re in The Good Place for the next three days, and I don’t plan on wasting a second. Now, I think our little Birdie deserves a reward for making all this happen,” Cupio says.
“I’m fully on board with this plan,” I say, walking backwards to the cottage. “What does a girl get for a grand gesture and basically being the reason we’re all here, anyway?” I ask.
“Whatever she wants me to do?” Gloom says it as a question, even though it’s the perfect response.
“You know, I think I might be open to a little spoiling,” I say and Cupio grins.
“That is something I can get behind.”
“Literally,” I reply.
“What?” Cupio says.
“Gloom had both of us, and now I want both of you,” I say, and both men get a little closer to me.
“Then we should get inside and show our girl how much we appreciate her,” Cupio says, and I find that letting him lead isn’t so bad. It’s nice to loosen the reins now and then.
The cabin is quaint: a massive bed, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. It’s airy and light, and reminds me of Cupidale, minus the pink, along with the hustle and bustle of the city.
Cupio snaps his fingers, undressing us all in an instant. The level of his magic never ceases to amaze me.
“You could have been doing that this whole time?” Gloom asks, stroking his cock, the pierced tip glinting from the sun shining in the window.
“It felt appropriate at this moment,” Cupio says, walking over to the bed and sitting down, spreading his large, muscular thighs. “How about you ride my cock while our sweet boy makes sure we’re both wet and ready?” he suggests.
