What Would Cupid Do

The first thing that goes through my mind is, "OW," you know, because my head hurt like, like, well, what is the word you use when it feels like you fell headlong four stories and bounced? Pudding I guess. That's all I can think of at the moment. My head feels like pudding.

My head is throbbing and it feels like pudding. I am Quentin Percival Puddinghead. Ugh, that's not quite right. My name is Quentin Percival Id, that's better. Before I even open my eyes, I can tell I'm not dressed, and I'm fairly certain I was dressed before my head turned to pudding. I can feel somebody's breath on my lower belly and their long hair is starting to tickle my hip.

"What are you doing, and why am I undressed?" I ask, preparatory to opening my eyes.

Her voice was sweet melody as she answered me, "My friend hit you on the head with her wok. I'm checking to make sure there is no damage."

I opened one eye to peek at this ravishing beauty whose breath is tickling my fancy. Just my luck, her face was as beautiful as her voice was. She was intently studying my groin in rapt fascination.

"Did your friend also hit me in the groin? I don't feel like I've been hit there."

"No, but Silky said you were unusual so I thought I would check there too."

My second eye finally opened, "Why are you undressed as well?"

"Science, you're very long, three of my hand lengths! And very narrow as well, if I folded it in thirds I would still be able to wrap my hand around it."

I gulped nervously, "That would be extremely uncomfortable, please don't try that. What do you mean by science?"

She giggled and blushed, "I was going to try it for fit."

I felt my member start to swell and sat up quickly which started my head swimming, "No, you don't want to do that!"

"Silky said you're Cupid and you've cursed her. Will you show me your bow and arrow?"

"I assure you, I'm not Cupid. I don't know where Silky got such a psycho idea. I'm Quentin; Quentin Percival Id."

She winked at me, and that was disconcerting. She had a gleam in her eye, "Yes, Q. P. Id, you mentioned it once when you were unconscious. My name is Anima."

"It is nice to meet you Anima. I see now there was some confusion. Now if you will just hand me my clothes, I will be on my way."

"But I haven't finished my experiment. Don't worry, I'll be really gentle," she chided as she wrapped her lovely soft luscious hands around the shaft of my penis. One hand moved up while the other moved down. All the while her mouth with kissable ruby lips formed a delightful little o shape. She was making my head pudding again.

"Let go of my ar... stop stroking... you don't... you don't understand..."

"Nifty; your cock is as straight as an arrow; the head is scarlet and looks quite like an arrow head. I don't think I've seen any arrows that only measure eighteen inches though. But still, am I really holding Cupid's arrow in my hands?"

"Please stop stroking it?" I begged. The tip was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. "Be careful where you point that! Don't let it go off! I beg of you, stop!"

Her lovely lips parted in a smile and her tongue dampened them in an oh-so deliciously mesmerizing manner. Before I knew it, she had taken the head of my cock in her mouth and started lapping up the juices that were dribbling out the tip. "Oh no, ah, no, you..." I gasped.

She gasped. She also moaned. The most seductive sound I had ever heard in my life.

"Oh dear... too late..." and the entirety of my arrow was gulped down in one swallow. I lost track of time then as she sucked all the seed out of my balls like she was slurping up a milk shake through a straw.

After that, the adorable little curvaceous minx had the nerve to say, "Uh oh. It looks like I got ahead of myself. I still haven't tested for fit in my pussy; and I've swallowed every bit of your love potion. Will I fall in love now? Or will somebody fall in love with me? I've never been able to get that much cock down my throat before, either. Is your cum a magic potion?" Her face lit up with a million watt smile, "Happy Valentine's Day anyway!"

I yawned. I was dizzy again. "I haven't got a clue about how to answer any of those questions, Anima. I've never met a girl quite like you. Let me sleep on it a bit," and I was out like a light as soon as my head was back on the pillow.