Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Chapter 2

Eros ran a hand through his short blond hair, annoyed by Apollo’s actions. How dare he mock me! His blood boiled and seared his skin. Not only did Apollo mock him, but he also touched Psyche. Eros’s vision blurred and all he could see was red. Damnit. I need a distraction.

            A woman with shoulder-length red hair grazed her fingertips against Eros’s skin. The action jolted him out of his thoughts. She looked at him with the most lustful puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen.

            “Ready to get out of here?” she asked.

Eros didn’t need to be asked twice before he whisked her away from the club.

Eros knelt on the bed. Between his legs was the red-headed woman with her ass in the air. Eros shoved her face down into the silk sheets as he ruthlessly fucked her. When the girl tried to move, Eros firmly held her in place. He was never one for rough play, but with the shit that Apollo pulled at the club…Eros’s thrusts became harsher and deeper. He took all his frustration about Apollo and channeled it into every thrust against the poor woman’s wrecked pussy.

            The woman sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped in the sheets as she lit a cigarette. A sheet pooled around Eros’s lap.

            “You’re usually never into rough sex,” the woman said as she released a puff of smoke.

            “Are you complaining?”

The woman sucked on the cigarette before she moved it and blew smoke. “Never,” she replied with a smile.

Eros leaned against the headboard. Despite getting off, he was still irked.

            “Still pissed about Apollo?”

Eros glared at the woman. “It’s not your business Lauralee.”

She took another drag. “If you want revenge, you could always set him up with a prude.”

Eros dry laughed. “Yeah, like such a prude exists that will give Apollo a run for his money.”

Lauralee turned a devilish smile on her face. “My sister, Daphne, is the biggest prude you’ll ever meet. She vows to be a maiden like Artemis.”

Eros choked, whether on air or saliva, he couldn’t be sure. “Artemis isn’t a heavenly virgin,” he said between coughs. “She’s the biggest slut next to my mother.”

Lauralee laughed.

Eros’s mind raced at this information and a plan formed on how to get revenge against Apollo.

Chapter 3

Daphne stared at her reflection in the mirror as she braided her red hair. When she finished her braid, she tossed it over her shoulder. The braid smacked her in the middle of her back as she left the bathroom and skipped to her bedroom. On her bed lay more posters to decorate her room. She unraveled them one by one and fitted each of them into poster frames before she hung them up on the space on her walls. Every poster was of Artemis dressed in white with motivational words about being pure and abstaining from men. Daphne smiled at one of the posters, her favorite. In this particular picture, Artemis held a white lily over vagina. The picture could be considered an oxymoron because while it encouraged innocence it was set up as a centerfold of a dirty magazine.

Everything in Daphne’s room screamed innocence with the blaring white colors that would drive a nun crazy.

            “Daphne, can you come down here please,” her father called from downstairs.

Daphne headed downstairs and greeted her father in the living room. His face was slightly wrinkled. His bright red hair gave way to several gray hairs.

            “What’s up?” Daphne asked.

Her father said nothing but held up a piece of mail that was addressed to her. Daphne puzzled grabbed the letter. Her confusion was replaced with excitement when she saw the green filigree that read ‘Huntress Publications’. She quickly opened the letter and scanned the contents.

            “Well, what does it say?”

Daphne reread the letter three times until the words fully sank in. She smiled and jumped up and down with joy. “I got the internship at Huntress Publications! I get to work on the chastity magazine by Lady Artemis!”

Her smile was contagious as her father reciprocated her smile. “Congratulations.”

Lauralee entered the house. “What’s up?” she questioned as she hung her coat on the coat rack near the front door.

            “I got the internship at Huntress Publications! I’ll be working on the chastity magazine!” Daphne squealed.

Lauralee rolled her eyes but faked a smile for her sister’s sake. “Congrats! We should go out and celebrate.”

Daphne glowered at her sister. “I am not going to Aphrodite’s sex club.”

            “That’s not what I meant when I said celebrate. I simply meant going out to eat at a fancy restaurant.”

Daphne squinted at her sister, not trusting her. “Okay.”

Lauralee quickly pulled out her phone and sent a quick message before she returned to the conversation. “I’ll make a reservation for The Fireside at seven tonight.” Daphne nodded to her sister before she disappeared to her room to hang up the letter.