Gloom

Imight just die here, tied up on Cupiō's floor, with a pink butt plug in my ass.

But at least I'd die the happiest fucking reaper who ever lived.

I've always considered myself a curious creature, but I never realized how much I'd enjoy watching the two people I'm falling for fuck for the first time. I know this is an important moment for the both of them. It's the first time they've been intimate like this and they've waited years. I can wait a few more minutes.

At least I think so.

That is, until Cupiō pushes his fat cock inside of Ladybird, holding her dainty ankles over his shoulder.

It's like watching two waves collapse against each other. It shouldn't work, it should be a disaster, but it's beautiful. They're both in charge, but in their own right.

All it does is make my cock ache and I can't help but to shift myself over the toy, needing more.

Ladybird's feminine moans along with Cupiō's masculine grunts are sending me over the fucking edge.

But I've got to be good.

If there's any chance that I can find myself between the two of them, I'm taking it. I don't have a soul, at least I don't think so, but if I did, I'd sell it for them to touch me right now.

"Fuck, you feel so good. So wet for me," Cupiō says and I can see the way Ladybird is dripping all over his cock.

"My clit," Ladybird says, making Cupiō pull out, and flip her over onto her stomach.

It's clear Ladybird hasn't been manhandled before, but is enjoying it all the same. I love watching her submit ever so slightly to the Head Cupid, just as much as I enjoy watching his muscles bulge with each movement.

Cupiō wraps his forearm around her waist so he can strum her clit, before pushing back into her.

"Do you know how many times I've watched this ass walk away, wondering what it would look like in the air taking my cock?" Cupiō says.

Ladybird and I groan at the same time.

Who knew the politician had such a filthy mouth?

"Come on, Birdie. Come for me. Our reaper wants to clean you up. Isn't that right, baby?" Cupiō says to me.

I nearly come on the spot, but throw my head back and breathe, attempting to not move against the toy. It's the greatest achievement of my life as I hold back, not giving in to the sweet pet name or how sexy they look with each other.

Ladybird's face is pressed against the blankets, but she looks like a goddess nonetheless.

"Right there," she says, staring at me, but directing Cupiō. "Harder. Fuck, just like that."

Cupiō's large hand is splayed against her ass as he watches his dick funnel in and out of her.

"I'm going to fill this sweet pussy and our little reaper is going to lick it all up."

I moan in anticipation and the filthy words send Ladybird over the edge as she fists the sheets. Their bodies make wet slapping sounds that are a sincere promise for what I'm about to do, and I can't wait.

Cupiō's hips stutter and he leans forward, kissing Ladybird's shoulder as he spills inside of her. They stay like that for a long moment. Ladybird catching her breath, and Cupiō peppering kisses against her delicate, pink skin.

It's at that very moment how real I realize this is.

This is it.

I belong to these two amazing, semi-dysfunctional cupids, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

The ropes are digging into my skin, but not in a bad way. I feel secure and cared for, it's like the ropes and plug are a reminder that I'm theirs, even when I'm not the one touching.

Cupiō sighs. Kissing Ladybirds back one more time, before turning her over and grabbing her chin to kiss her.

"Can you take more?" he asks her, and she smiles wickedly, kissing him one more time before turning to me.

"Always," she says like a promise.

Cupiō pulls out, his cock dripping wet as he approaches me. He says nothing, just grabs the rope around my collarbone and kisses me like he owns me. I can taste Ladybird on his lips, and I hum in approval.

"Up," he directs.

I breathe in, slowly lifting off the plug until I'm nearly completely raised up on my knees. Cupiō helps me by holding the ropes and helping me on to my feet. Only for me to be brought back down on my knees and eye level with Ladybird's pussy.

I don't even have to be told what to do, as I lean forward and press my tongue inside of her entrance. I devour the taste of both of them. It's even better when they lace their fingers together and hold my head against her cunt.

Moans of pleasure flow from Ladybird as I hum and lap up her and Cupiō's cum.

Ladybird's nails are the perfect scratch against my head as her foot trails along my back.

"Such a good boy," she praises, and I shiver.

"What should we do with him, Birdie? He's been so patient."

I kiss her pussy lips a few more times, letting the tang of their release coat my throat before swallowing.

"I have been good," I reply, kissing up her thigh and testing the ropes.

My hands don't move until there's a sudden cool metal against my back and they are being cut away. All of my blood rushes to the areas that were confined and I shiver at the sensation as I shake out my hands and kiss Ladybird's inner thigh again.

"On your back, baby," Cupiō whispers in my ear and I stand, shaking out my limbs as Ladybird closes her legs and shifts on the bed.

I do as I'm told, lying on my back.

I'm not sure if Cupiō and Ladybird have just spent so much time together, or have worked together for so long. But without speaking, Ladybird straddles me, her pussy rubbing against my abdomen.

"Did you like watching, pet?" she asks me and I grab her hips.

"How could I not love watching the two of you? You're perfect."

"Well, now, you're just being a showoff, being the bestest boy. We're going to fuck you at the same time. You want that, don't you?"

"Fuck yes, I want that," I hiss.

She grabs the base of my cock, holding it tight, before sliding me inside of her warm, wet pussy.

She's torturously slow as she slides down my shaft until I'm seated deep inside of her.

"Gods, Birdie."

She smiles, leaning forward and grabbing my face.

"I like it when my men call me Birdie," she says.

"I like being yours," I reply, and she tenderly kisses my lips.

"That's right, you are."

Cupiō comes back to the bed, stroking his length in lube and groaning as he looks at the two of us. I bend my legs, spreading myself wide, while still deep inside of Birdie.

Cupiō's fingers toy with my hole, and I moan, bucking into Ladybird. His other hand is holding my thigh as his lips are pressed against Ladybird's skin.

"Is this what you wanted, Gloom?" Cupiō asks, scissoring his fingers inside of me. "You've been so patient. Such a good little reaper."

The head of his cock is pressed against my entrance, and he slides in, stretching me as Ladybird's pussy wraps around my length.

I never thought I could feel this fucking good, but here these cupids go, proving me wrong.

I wince in pleasure and can't help but buck my hips as Cupiō slides deeper into me.

Has there ever been a reaper so spoiled? I completely fucking doubt it.

This is a level of pleasure I never could imagine and the sounds that escape me only prove that.

Both of my cupids have their lovely pink hands on me while I take everything they are willing to give.

Cupiō gets rougher with his thrusts, causing Ladybird to lean forward, using her palms to hold her weight. Her sweet tits bouncing right in my face with every thrust. I feel fucking needy as I grab one with a hand and suck her nipple in my mouth.

I feel like I'm reaching my limit with stimulation and sexual overload, that is until Cupiō's fingers slip around the base of my cock, adding a few fingers inside of Ladybird's pussy while she fucks me.

"That's it. Fuck, you two feel perfect," Cupiō praises.

Ladybird moans from the stretch and I try to use her breast to muffle my own whimpers, but fail.

"Oh gods," I rasp out and Ladybird leans back ever so slightly, making her take more of Cupiō's fingers.

"Are you going to make a mess, pet?" Ladybird whispers in my ear before moaning, reaching her own peak.

I fall apart.

Bucking into Ladybird and taking the delicious stretch of Cupiō's cock. I'm not sure what noises rip out of me. All I know is nothing has ever felt this good, and I'm always going to be patient if this is what I get in return.

Cupiō's thighs smack against my ass, making me moan and cry out in pleasure as he grunts and I feel him pull out, the hot spurt of his cum covering my ass. He slides his finger slowly out of Ladybird, making us both wince.

My entire body feels like jelly as Ladybird slides off of me and plants her head on the crook of my shoulder. I pet her soft hair, wondering if this is what it feels like to be truly loved and understood.

No one's ever been able to give me this.

It's not even the sex.

It's this intimacy after. As Ladybird rests against my body and Cupiō lies down, wrapping an arm around the both of us. I never truly thought I deserved to be cherished, but right now I realize it's not that I didn't deserve it. I just never found the right people.

Multiple showers, fucking, and sleep later

Apparently cupids need more sleep than reapers. I do my best to sneak out between both of them, neither of them stir and Cupiō just grabs Ladybird by the waist, dragging her body closer to his.

I put my underwear on and head to the kitchen. It's only once I'm in the pantry I realize I don't know how to cook shit.

I riffle through the pantry, finding pancake mix and do my best to follow the directions. A few of them turn out under done, the others overdone. I maybe should have also whisked the batter better.

But hey, there are pancakes.

I grab three mugs from the cabinet and smile as each one says some cliche phrase on it. I fill up the mugs, purposefully putting the one that says matchmaker daddy in Cupiō's spot.

My cheeks heat when I think about how he washed me in the shower and the way he held me at night. He's a large man, but he's a big ole' fucking softy in the middle and I wouldn't have it any other way. I could tell that Birdie has also liked the attention. It may be foreign to her, but she likes it all the same.

"Pancakes are supposed to be my job," his deep voice says from the doorway.

"You two were sleeping. I thought it would be something nice to do."

"It is," he says, wrapping his arms around my middle and kissing my shoulder.

Yup, a total softy.

I hold up the matchmaker daddy mug to him and he laughs. "Matchmaker daddy, huh?"

"Birdie got it for me last year as a white elephant."

"Do you like that title?" I ask, flipping the last pancakes.

"I would like it from you," he says. Nuzzling my neck with his beard. "I know I'll never pry it from Birdie. Though maybe she should be called daddy," he says with a laugh.

"I think her ego is fine where it is."

"You're probably right."

He kisses my shoulder again and sits down in his chair.

"Did Candy come this morning?" he asks, looking around for something.

"No, probably had her own bout of fun last night."

"You're probably right. She usually brings me the paper."

Suddenly, I feel it. The pull to take care of a soul.

"Fuck, I've got to go," I say, leaning down and giving him a kiss. I snap my fingers and a robe dons my mostly naked form. "Tell Ladybird I'll be back later."

"Have a good day," he says, looking me up and down before I pop myself to Earth.

It's an unfortunate tugboat incident. Other reapers are there, all looking worse for wear. I suppose we all had busy nights last night.

Along with a few other reapers I know, Death is talking to a soul, convincing them to join the afterlife, so I get right back to work.

For the first time in my many years as a reaper, I feel more while I work.

What in the hell have these cupids done to me? And why don't I hate it?

It takes a few hours to convince all the souls to leave the scene with us, and we're pleased when all of them agree, none of them taking the option of becoming a ghost.

"Did you and Love have fun last night?"

"Yeah, after we left the event," Death says and I shake my head.

"You're so lucky Love is into your broodiness," I reply, and he smiles menacingly at me.

"I am, aren't I? Come on, she said she made special muffins this morning to celebrate so many successful love matches. You need to come and act like they taste good," he says, and I give him a nod.

We head to purgatory, and go to our shared break room space. As soon as Love sees me, her eyes go wide, and she's sitting me down in a chair and plying me with snacks.

"Love, is everything good?" I ask, and she clears her throat.

"Everything is fantastic. Amazing, really. Why would anything be wrong? We just had so much fun. You met your matches, and so did so many other beings. Oh, did Candy hook up with Mortem?" she asks.

I know when Love gets a little chatty that the tiny cupid is keeping a secret.

I take a bite of her muffin, which tastes like pink dirt. Death stares at me, and I swallow, even though it's dry and disgusting.

"You're speaking in run-on sentences. You always do that when something's gone wrong."

"No, I don't. I just simply love to talk. It's a very cupid trait to be a little chatty. I mean you should know, you're happily with two cupids. There's nothing, like say, a really stupid news article that could ruin that. Ya know? Who gives a flying fuck what Harmony Lindt thinks?" She says it all so fast I can only catch some words.

"An article?"

"Seriously, Gloom. It's stupid. Harmony is a huge, jealous, fascist cunt."

I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth. "Let me see it, Love."

She bites her lip and shakes her head back and forth. "I don't think that's a good idea. I think we just let this blow over, really."

"Love, let me see it."

"Baby, he's going to see it one way or another," Death tells her, and I wonder just how bad it could be.

"If I show it to you, you've got to promise not to take it to heart."

I hold out my hand, and Love slaps the news article in my hand.

Cupidale's One-Way Ticket to Hell by Harmony Lindt.

I wish I could say good morning to the cupids of Cupidale, but I fear our fine pristine realm is on the verge of collapse. If you attended the Love in the Veil gathering last night you likely came out with the same conclusion as me.

Head Cupid Cupiō is running our realm into a dark abyss and I fear there are many cupids who are turning to the wrong direction for love, including our supposed fearless leader. Who has already been under fire due to the allegations of his son's behavior. How can we expect this man to run our realm when his own life seems endlessly unstable?

My reports indicate that Cupiō has been seen not only co-mingling with his long-time assistant, Ladybird (which I'm sure we all have strong feelings about), but a reaper by the name of Gloom. Which has me wondering if our leader's standards are so low, do we need to set the bar higher?

Reapers are beneath cupids and to date one is to defy the ways of being a cupid and injustice of love itself. Are the harbingers of death even capable of true, unquantifiable love? I can hardly believe that beings in charge of the worst part of human lives are capable of anything but destruction.

Our own leader can't find love in the realm he's built, where's the hope for the rest of us? An inside source tells me that Cupiō has given this reaper access to come in and out of our realm as he sees fit.

Our own leader doesn't seem to value our rules, so why would anyone else? It's been cupids in love with cupids for centuries and there has never been a problem, so why are we now outsourcing to other beings in the veil?

The only explanation I can think of is poor leadership and direction. This comes from the top, and if we want to keep Cupidale the realm it has always been, then we need to look at our inner politics.

This cupid suggests we immediately stop the allowance of reapers and other beings in our realm along with new leadership.

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I crinkle the paper and put it down.

"All the cupids are going to be reading this?"

Love nods and sits across from me, putting her hand on mine. "It's all bullshit. It will blow over."

"What if Cupiō reads it and feels like it's me or his realm?"

"He won't, Gloom. Harmony is a fanatic. It will all blow over, I promise."

I pull away from the table, my insecurities of feeling like this was all too good to be true, coming to a head.

"I'm going to get some rest," I announce, and Love's face falls.

"I'll make this right, Gloom."

I give her a small smile and wonder if that stupid article has enough power to rip the best thing I've ever had away from me.