Gloom

Iuse the pocket watch to travel directly to Cupiō's home, already wearing my outfit for the night. A simple black dress shirt, black belt, and slacks.

Candy is in the kitchen fussing about the way his pantry is disorganized, while wearing a sparkling pink ballgown.

"Candy, don't you need to head to the party?" I ask, startling her as she moves around some soup cans.

"Goodness, you scared me Gloom. Oh, yes. I'll go shortly," she says and I can see right through her pink exterior.

"Are you nervous?" I ask her, and she puts the soup can down and sits down in her poofy, pink dress. I shut the door behind me and join her on the floor in solidarity.

"Am I that obvious? It's just, there's going to be a lot of new people there, far more beautiful cupids to choose from. Ones who aren't neurotic, clean for fun, or accidentally made a man fall in love with a pool toy."

"Do you know how many reapers would find that absolutely charming?" I tell her.

Her big pink eyes are welling with tears. This cupid is too soft for me, but I can list off five reapers who I might introduce her to at the event.

"Are all reapers as sweet as you?" she asks.

"Definitely not."

She smiles at that and shakes her head. "Alright, I guess I ought to get off the floor and stop using the FIFO method for all the Head Cupid's non-perishables. Any advice on how to get a reaper's attention?"

"Honestly? Just be yourself and don't be afraid to go up to one of them and talk. Most of them are probably just as nervous as you."

"Thanks, Gloom," she says as the pantry door opens and Cupiō looks between the both of us. It probably looks like I made the poor cupid that cleans his house cry, but Cupiō clearly knows her better than I do.

"Candy, go to the party. I promise it's not as scary as it seems," he says to her and I fall a little harder for the giant softy.

"I'll see you both there," she says, standing up and popping out of existence.

I get off the pantry floor and inspect Cupiō. He's wearing an all pink suit I might find ridiculous on any other man, but it suits him perfectly. I feel nervous as I pull the sleek black tie from my back pocket and hand it to him.

"Ladybird and I are both wearing black, and I thought you might want to match," I suggest.

"Help me put it on," he says, removing his bowtie and leaning forward so I can wrap it around his neck.

My hands tremble slightly, and I just have to talk to calm my nerves. "Is it weird she still cleans your house after all this time?" I ask.

"Not really. I think Candy needs something to keep her busy, and I wanted the house to feel a little less empty."

I'm looping the tie as I look up at him. "I'm hoping you don't feel that way for much longer."

Cupiō grabs my wrists after I have the black tie perfectly straight. It's a beautiful contrast to his pink suit and skin.

"No, I don't feel that way any longer," he whispers, leaning down and giving me a chaste kiss on the lips.

It's odd how similar yet different Cupiō and Ladybird are, but yet, I can't seem to stop craving them both.

A feminine clearing of a throat has Cupiō pulling away and we both turn to face the entrance of the pantry. Ladybird is standing there, looking like the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen. The black dress I sent her illuminates her skin and features. She glances at the two of us and smiles.

"What do you think?"

"Wow," both Cupiō and I reply at the same time.

"Perfect, that's just what I was going for. You two look handsome as ever," she says, eating us both up with her eyes.

Cupiō looks down at his watch and sighs. "I have to get there early to greet everyone from the new realms. I can meet you both after the opening ceremony?"

I can tell Ladybird is irritated that he has to do additional work, but just shakes her head.

Cupiō squeezes my shoulder and kisses Ladybird on the cheek.

"I'm all yours tonight, Birdie," he whispers before leaving his home and heading to the party.

I lean against a shelf and admire Ladybird for another few minutes before speaking. "You hate that he works so much, don't you?"

"I hate his job period. Just because he was the first doesn't mean that he should have to rule the realm till the end of time. It's an exhausting, thankless job. All these other cupids do is take and take. None of them even consider how much work he's put into making Cupidale what it is, or why we have such a great life. He deserves far more than this realm or his son has ever given him."

"Well, then we will just have to show him how thankful we are tonight," I remind her, and her lips twitch.

"Speaking of thankful. I got you a present."

"You didn't have to get me anything. I got you the dress because I wanted to."

"Yes, and this gift is just as much for me as it is for you," she says, pulling out a glittery pink bag and handing it to me.

My eyebrows furrow as I take out the pink box and remove the lid. My mouth parts as I look down at the shiny, rose gold cock cage. I squint at the base where I see the engraved script.

Property of Birdie

"Best gift ever," I say with a smile, which she returns.

"I want you to wear it tonight."

"What? Like later?" I ask, holding the cage and inspecting the size. How did she guess my flaccid cock size so well?

"No," she says, approaching me and gliding her hand over my slacks before grabbing my hardening cock. "I want you to wear it all night tonight, so if anyone's curious, they know who you belong to."

"Touching me like that isn't helping the cause, Birdie," I groan and she laughs.

"My poor, sweet, reaper. You want to make me happy, don't you?"

"Please," I respond, and she closes her eyes and sighs.

"Pull down your pants."

I do as she says, my growing erection not helping at all, but I breathe through it, willing my cock to go down. There's no way I can wear it unless I'm soft.

"Be a good boy, I know you can do it."

"Fuck, Ladybird. Talking to me like that isn't going to help," I groan out, and she laughs, which only makes my dick twitch even more.

"What would help?" she asks.

"Can I come before I put it on?" I ask, which is extremely hopeful, but hell do I hope she's feeling gracious?

"If I let you come, you'll be good and wear it all night, no complaints?"

"Not a single one," I reply, which is completely true. I'd put it on right now if it were possible.

"You did get Cupiō a tie so we could match. That was very sweet. You're such a good little reaper for us. It seems only fair," she suggests as she grabs her dress to lower herself to the floor.

Fuck, I'm going to come in a matter of seconds.

Ladybird doesn't fuck around. She grabs my balls and the base of my cock before licking the tip and sliding me deep into her mouth. I have to grab onto the shelves for support as she wraps her perfect lips around me.

She hollows out her cheeks, creating the dirtiest sucking noise as she pleasures my cock. Her soft pink hair is laid out around one shoulder, her pretty face watching mine and I'm not going to last.

Her bright pink nails wrapped around my shaft is what breaks me. I picture the cage being a proxy for her fist. The way Ladybird wants to claim me and make sure that everyone knows I'm hers is what sets me off, along with her magical mouth.

I spill down her throat, embarrassingly quickly. A guttural whimper rips out of me as I try to catch my breath and Ladybird licks up every drop of my release. I wanted it to last longer, but I already knew I was up against a too formidable force.

Ladybird is more powerful than she fucking understands.

She licks up the head of my cock and shaft, cleaning up the mess. Each lap of her tongue makes me shiver and pathetic noises slip through my lips. She just hums her approval before standing up to her full height, her eyes level with mine.

She leans forward and kisses me, and my cum is still on her tongue. I devour my taste as she transfers it to my mouth. The kiss is passionate and a reward for good behavior. But beyond anything, it's a promise for what I'll get tonight if I'm good.

I can be good.

I can be more than good. Because it won't just be me and Ladybird tonight. It's going to be all three of us, and I can't fucking wait.

Ladybird pulls away, dabbing at her lips, which show no evidence of what we've just done.

She looks down at my softening length and smiles. "Very good."

Ladybird grabs the base of my cock and balls, making me groan with oversensitivity, but she doesn't stop as she puts my balls in the base. The rose gold cage is cool against my skin, but I acclimate as she puts it on my cock, my piercing dinging slightly with the metal. She locks the cage with a key and looks down at her handy work.

When I look down, all I find myself is turned on, but I use all the power within me not to get hard again.

"Perfect," she says, pulling up my underwear for me along with my pants and fastening my belt.

She removes the necklace she's wearing and adds the key to the chain, so it rests between her breasts.

It's going to take me a moment to get used to the tight feel of the cage. It isn't uncomfortable right now, but I know if I attempt to get hard, it will cause some discomfort. But looking down, I like that it's discreet and that no one would know what I'm currently wearing.

"Shall we, darling?" she asks, holding out her hand. My eyes automatically glance down at the key and I smile.

"We shall."

Ladybird pops us to the party.

Love is working the entrance, and Death is standing over her like the overprotective grim reaper he is. He looks less than enthused to be here, but I know he'd never complain, not when Love has put so much work into the event.

"There you are," Love says cheerfully, handing us two name tags. "Here are your name tags. So many people came, Gloom!"

"It was a great idea, Love. You should be proud of yourself. I can't imagine how many love matches will leave here tonight."

The bubbly cupid bounces in her seat with excitement, and I catch Death's small smile over his lover being so proud of herself.

Love hands us both two pink tickets. "You get two drinks free. After that, it's a cash bar."

"Thanks, Love."

Death and Ladybird size each other up for a moment, and I grab my date by her waist and drag her through the balloon entryway as we make our way through the park.

Ladybird tosses both of our name tags in the trash.

"There's no reason for anyone new to know our names. Plus, this dress is far too elegant to have a tacky name tag on it," she says, and I have to stop myself from smiling. She'd probably hate to hear that she and my friend Death are far more alike than they realize.

Mors and her girlfriend, Juliet, who looks reluctant to approach us, walk over to our table.

"Mors, Juliet, this is my girlfriend, Ladybird," I say proudly. Not even caring that we haven't had that conversation. But nothing says we're in a relationship like wearing an engraved cock cage, at least in my humble opinion.

Ladybird smiles and Juliet's eyes go wide.

Mors doesn't outstretch her hand, and neither does Ladybird.

"So you're the hot, take no prisoners cupid Gloom won't shut the fuck up about," Mors says, and I smile proudly. It's only fair she and Love have to hear my endless talk about my crushes. What's the point of having friends if they don't listen to you drone on about the people you like?

"That would be me, yes, and you're his best friend," Ladybird says, looking between Mors and Juliet.

"His in a relationship, very much a lesbian best friend, yes," Mors confirms and Ladybird nods her head in approval.

I don't know what it is about her possessiveness, but it does it for me. I feel myself getting the urge to get hard, and I breathe through it.

"Gloom, are you okay?" Juliet asks.

"He's fine. A little too much pre-party champagne," Ladybird says, covering for me.

"Where's Head Cupid?" Juliet asks.

Suddenly, there's a tapping on the microphone, making me smile as he stands at the podium, wearing his all pink suit and the black tie I got him.

"There he is," I say proudly.

"It's all making sense now," Mors says, as our man confidently holds the microphone and begins his speech.