The ritual is complete, and the Ranch motel is safe for another year. And more importantly, Jacob has just had sex with a Werewolf….
But inside the bar, Eucleia is talking with the Cat. “No one will tell me where the door is; even after the big contests last night, no one will do the right thing and tell me where it is.”
The Cat smiles and flicks his tail back and forth. Now that the ritual is over, he feels more relaxed. It’s easy to push your worries away when you can push them down the road for another year; it gives you breathing room.
“Maybe it’s time you forget about the door and go home,” the Cat says through his usual unusual smile. “It’s not hurting anyone as long as it’s left alone.”
Eucleia finishes her 5th glass of wine. “If it was that easy, I would just do that. It’s not like I have any hard feelings about the thing. He just can’t be found by Eros and his brothers.”
The Cat smelling tuna leans in close. “Oh? Why not?” He waits and listens, ignoring the rest of the bar.
“Because they want the key,” she says with a half-swallowed hiccup. “They want to unleash her upon the universe again.”
“They want to unleash a door on the universe? That hardly makes sense; there are many doors in this world. This one is special, but it’s still a door. What harm could it do?” the Cat says, his tail showing he is close to pouncing.
“It has the key—the key to her chastity. We can’t let them have it; it will mess up the balance.” Eucleia knocks her glass over as she gestures to everything in the room.
Pothos sitting nearby gets up, his eyes burning with the cold blue flame of unfulfilled desire. “Do you know what it’s like being caged up for millennia when you’re a god of fertility?”
Himeros’s eyes glowing red with fire, he responds with, “And Desire is the burning need that demands to be fulfilled now.”
Pothos cuts in “the god of sex unable to have sex for over 3000 years. It’s too long; she is becoming cruel and twisted, and it’s Hesphestus’s fault!”
Eucleia unsteadily stands up from her seat. “Hesphestus’s fault? What about it being her fault for sleeping with that asshole Mars?”
Pothos cuts in “god of desire, god of sex, she was just staying true to herself; it’s hard when you’re the god of BEAUTY.”
Eucleia throws a punch, hitting Pothos in the face and sending him backwards to lie on the floor.
Eros comes out of the bathroom to see his brothers lying on the floor. “What the hell do you think you are doing, Eucleia? If you wanted a war, I could have given you a war!” he looks at her disappointed and reaches into his pocket and pull out his gun.
The crowd that can see the events happening scatters; the rest looks confused and follow the others to get out of the way.
Palikos, hearing the commotion, comes out of the other bathroom; he pulls his pants up and runs down the hallway, coming to the aid of his friend Eucleia. He sees the gun come out of the pocket and lunges for it. He throws himself with all the force he can and flies across the room fast enough to grab the gun; he lands badly, and the gun falls out of his grasp. He looks around to see it under a table in the corner. He can see one of the guests has their foot tucked between the legs of another guest. He ignores the fact and scurries on his hands and knees to get it.
Meanwhile, Eros is skittering across the floor trying to get to it as well. “Damn, that’s mine,” he shouts to the room.
Palikos reaches it first, turns, and aims it at Eros, who backs away. “Don’t make me use this!” Palikos whispers as loud as an explosion.
Eros, with his hands up, backs blindly toward the bar. What he doesn’t realize is that behind him is Eucleia.
On the floor, Pothos is mad and moving; as invisibly as he can, he moves low and slow behind the crowd of people, working his way to the blind side of Palikos. As he gets close. He is kicked in the side by Polikos, whose dual body means that he is always in two places at once.
The air is let out of Pothos, and Himeros glares at him, trying to kick his feet out from under him. Polikos fires the gun at the ceiling.
“Enough,” Polikos shouts from both bodies at once. “Enough or i will shoot Eros!”
Himeros smiles. “You don’t have the balls; you’re a blowhard.” Something changes in the face that is looking down at him from above. He looks cool and calculating.
He smiles. “You’re right.”
Polikos’s other body finishes the sentence “but I do” and pulls the trigger. The bullet of spiritual energy leaves the barrel with a sharp bark and flies across the room, piercing Eros through the heart. The fabric ripples with its passage; unfortunately, it plunges through him and into Eucleia.
They both fall to the ground. “Fuck,” polikos says holding the gun.
The cooler-headed Polikos whispers, “What did I do?”
The crowd, having been unable to see anything but one guy pointing finger guns at another and then them falling down, is confused. They start to mill around again, filling the space like before. After all, the main event is over; the fight is done. And Eros and Eucleia are missing.
In the coatroom to the reception, Eros is stripping his pants off. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he whispers. “So much hotter than Psyche. I want you so bad,” he whispers, kissing her and touching her.
She grabs him and pushes him to the ground. “No, I want you,” Eucleia grunts at him, pulling his face to her sex, making him smell her need. “I will have you.” She pushes him back and pulls her panties aside and sits on his face, making him please her while she allows him to breathe occasionally.
She feels her body growing close; she lifts off and slides down, letting the tip of his cock touch her opening. “Marry me right now,” she teases him.
“Marry me and you can have me forever,” Eucleia says, slowly moving her body away from him.
“FINE, I will marry you,” Eros says, his eyes swirling with desire. “I will marry you, be my wife,” he whispers, thrusting his hips upward.
“I will be your wife.” She pushes down their godly body, sealing the vow as Eros takes the virginity of the ancient being. But also the god of hospitality gives it away and lustily.
She rides on top, slamming down on him with each lift. She bends down and kisses her husband after all this time to be married to give herself away like this. She moans, rubbing her breasts on his face. “Fuck me, husband,” she whimpers.
He groans.
Back in the bar, Polikos sits on either side of Himeros and Pothos. Pothos drinks his third Hawaiian Paradise, complete with umbrella. “Do you think they are ok?”
Polikos on the left says, “I would hope so; the gun was on lust, not kill.”
Himeros laughs. “Oh, I know that need so well—the need for it right now. You know a human turned me down earlier?”
Polikos raises an eyebrow. “Oh, tell me all about it after you buy me the next round.”
Back in the closet, Eros is close, so close. So very, very close to orgasming, he bites her soft breast, trying to hold on.
“And when we are done here, you can lead me to the key together, and we can leave this palace and go start our own pantheon, just you and me.” Eucleia moans loud enough that people in reception can hear.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eros lets loose and fills his consummated wife’s body with his godly essence…. And the spell breaks.
