AN: This is my NaNoWriMo, where we had to write 50,000 words in 30 days, the month of November. I adapted the Cupid/Psyche myth, and made it Greek because the Greeks were just better. And Eros is a cooler name than Cupid. Same with Hermes/Mercury.

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I slammed the other girl against the wall, kissing her fiercely. Our tongues battled for a while, before I won. I then moved down to her neck, sucking hard. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke us apart. I scanned the hallway quickly, looking for an escape. There! There was the door to the stairwell. But the footsteps were coming from there. I decided on the only plan I could use.

“You stupid girl! You skila*!” I shoved her into the wall again, not kissing her this time. She looked at me in a confused way. “Why did you do that? I thought you had something important to tell me!” She looked terrified. Suddenly the footsteps stopped.

“Psyche!” a male voice called. I turned around and smiled sweetly.

“Yes, Puthios?”

“Psyche, why weren’t you at the ceremony?” he demanded angrily.

“This stupid cow told me she had something important to show me! And there was nothing!” I cried, trying to look like I cared that I wasn’t at the ceremony. “I’m really sorry I missed the ceremony, Puthios.” His expression softened.

“It’s okay. But you’re going to need to make it to Arathia’s wedding.” I grimaced.

“I will.”

Let me introduce myself. My name is Psyche, and I am a princess. I live in a palace with my mother, father, two sisters, and brother (Puthios). The queen’s name is Amanthia, the King’s name is Pathos, my 20 year old sister’s name is Arathia, and my 12 year old sister is Anaxios. My father is much too doting, and my mother loves only her son. She wants to marry us girls off, so she can kill my father, take control of my brother and rule the land. Puthios is 24 now, old enough to rule. My mother looks forwards to the day that Anaxios, the youngest will marry.

I am 16 now, and doomed to never marry. No one has realized this yet, but I. My family is very straight laced, very proper. So evidently, it would just not do for their daughter, their precious Psyche to love another of the same sex. I don’t, but someday I will. I look at all the suitors lining up to see me, and I couldn’t care less. But their sisters, and mothers, and girlfriends, those are the ones I want to court me. But that won’t happen, because my family is very straight laced, very proper.

My parents think I reject all the suitors because I think they are not good enough for me. But they solved that problem themselves. They chose someone “suitable” (code for rich) for me and have been grooming me to be the wealthiest daughter, even though my mother hates me. Because I am to marry his Majesty King Kodros. Here, let my flashback tell you all about His Imperial Majesty.

“King Kodros!” my mother exclaimed in an overly sweet voice. “How lovely of you to meet us!” King Kodros was an old bachelor, which was the reason we were there. He was about sixty and insanely rich and powerful. He threatened our kingdom if we didn’t send over one of the princesses for his harem.

“Yes, yes my dear Amanthia! Now, where is your lovely Psyche? I have heard that her beauty is unparalleled, even by Aphrodite herself!” I stepped forwards, curtsying to him. “Zeus! Very voluptuous!” I blushed.

“Does that matter, your Majesty?” He laughed a hoarse old laugh, like he hadn’t used it in forever and it needed to be dusted off.

“You are a funny one. You will be a nice addition. Maybe I’ll let the other’s go!” I looked confusedly at him without getting any explanation. “Well, let’s get this started!” He walked up to me and stuck his hand down my dress, grasping at my breasts. I gasped and pulled out of his grip. He raised his eyebrow at my mother. She looked sternly at me.

“Psyche! Why would you insult King Kodros like that?” she looked affronted.

“Mother-”

“No buts young lady! I am truly sorry, dear King. I do not know what came over her. Psyche, he is your future husband, he will use you as he likes.” I sighed unhappily.

“That’s the spirit!” he leered. He grabbed me by the front of my dress, almost pulling the top part off completely. I stumbled forwards and almost fell to the floor. “Let us eat!” He lead me by the front of my dress to a banquet hall, set for two. Mother looked slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, I am sorry. I’ll just leave you two then.”

“No, don’t be a stranger Amanthia! Take one of the seats!” She smiled, looking slightly confused and sat down. He grasped my dress again and we walked over to the remaining seat. “Now, whenever you sit down to eat with me, there are certain rules,” he said to me. “Number one,” he put both hands on the lower corners of my square necked dress and pulled the top down completely so my breasts were hanging out. I gasped and moved to cover myself. He slapped my arms down. “Rule number two, lift up your skirts.” I mutely did as I was instructed. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. Suddenly he shoved his hand up my skirt, stroking in between my legs. I let out a muffled gasp and he laughed. “You’ll come to like it. If not like it, then accept it. Now, feed me.”

“What?” I asked, this request seeming somehow strange compared to the rest of this meeting.

“Well, my hands are occupied, but I am hungry. I am also your new master. So feed me.” I shuddered and turned towards the plate. “Oh, and one more thing, do not do anything without my permission. No speaking, no eating, no sleeping, no nothing.” I huffed angrily and just tried to think of all the palace servants who I could screw senseless later tonight. Once I got home. I then proceeded to feed the demanding little king.

Eros

I kissed Hermes one more time. “I really gotta go now.”

He pouted and leaned in close to me. “Do you not love me, Eros?”

“You’re an idiot. Of course I love you. But I have a job to do, remember how we decided we would protect that princess, Psyche, from her family? Well she’s in trouble right at this second. I need to transport me to the palace. To the stairwell right near where she is.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. Hermes stood and hugged me, slipping his arms around my waist. He closed his eyes and muttered in ancient Greek. Soon I felt the familiar snap of wet towels all over my body and then we were there. I rushed to the door of the stair well and placed my hand on it. Soon it clicked shut.

“Okay, let’s go invisible and see what happens.” Hermes nodded and we walked over to the wall were Psyche was….occupied, slowly fading out of the visible spectrum. Because of our godly hearing, Hermes and I heard Puthios walking up the stairs sooner than Psyche and her companion did. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the stairwell, stomping my feet a few times to announce Puthios’ presence. Psyche pulled off and looked around, looking like a little girl caught with her hand in the forbidden cookie jar. I walked back over to where I could see through Hermes’ invisibility shield thing. No one was really sure what it was, it was just one of those cool things gods and goddesses could do. Some of the immortal’s could too. I reached him and kissed him softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. He kissed me back, more demanding than I was being. He turned us around and pushed me up against the marble wall. I pulled back and rested my head in the crook of his neck, kissing the skin there lazily. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of my head, through my curly golden hair.

“I thought we were supposed to be protecting Psyche,” Hermes whispered to me.

“Listen to her, she’ll be fine,” I muttered back.

“Why did you do that? I thought you had something important to tell me!” Psyche shrieked.

“Psyche!” a male voice called. Psyche turned around and smiled sweetly.

“Yes, Puthios?”

“Psyche, why weren’t you at the ceremony?” he demanded angrily.

“This stupid cow told me she had something important to show me! And there was nothing!” she cried.

“Oh,” Hermes muttered. “That clears thing up.”

“You know she never cares about anyone she’s with. She just uses them shamelessly. Stupid gamiola.**”

“I still can’t believe you made King Kink lust for her though.”

“King Kodros is exactly what she deserves if she’s going to be a bitch to everyone.”

“Yeah, I know. Hey! Let’s go find an empty bedroom!” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uh, you do know that this isn’t my temple, your temple or a bar?” I asked, as Hermes licked my neck.

“It’s a palace. They’re bound to have an extra bedroom. Ooooo! Maybe they even have a sex room!”

“Only you have that, Hermes.”

“Yes, but you use it.”

“Point taken.” I groaned suddenly as Hermes dove his tongue into my mouth, scratching his tongue piercing on the roof of my mouth. “Okay fine, let’s go!” He grinned like a little kid and grabbed my hand, running off down the hall, still invisible. He turned suddenly into the first room we came to. Luckily there was no one inside. Even more luckily, we could tell that it was a guest room, from the monogrammed hand towels that said “Guest” on them in swirl-y cursive-y blue letters. He grinned and we melted back into the visible spectrum. Hermes grabbed me around the waist and threw me onto the bed. I sunk into it immediately, on the basis of it being a water bed. He immediately followed my path, straddling my hips and making the bed ripple. He leaned down and kissed me swiftly, pulling my shirt over my head.

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Here are definitions for the starred things. THe family names mean nothing, but Kodros means old I think. I have a really cool translator that I have no idea if it is correct or not, but whatevs.

*skilla- Greek for bitch

**gamiola- Greek for ‘girl who fucks with everybody”