THERE WAS SOMETHING about the creature that seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

“Close your eyes and rest until we get to our destination,” the creature commanded, and even though she couldn’t imagine being able to sleep in such a terrifying situation, she was exhausted. She didn’t want to disobey him so she closed her eyes to appear as if she were going along with his request.

She listened for any clues as to where they were going, any information that might help her get away later. After what seemed like ages, they arrived in a place that reminded her of an old French Château. Getting out of the pod he led her inside and through the corridors. She hoped to see a servant or someone else around so she could alert she was being held against her will. Perhaps someone like that would help her. But alas, there was no one there but the two of them.

He opened the door to what looked to be a bedroom and gestured for her to enter. After she did he announced, “This is the room where I will take you. Undress and prepare yourself. I shall return shortly.”

The dim candlelight reflected in his sharp teeth, and a shiver of fear zipped down her spine.

What should she do to prepare?

And what was he going to do to her anyway? She assumed he planned to rape her, but what sort of equipment did a monster like that have, anyway?

Her mind flashed to the thick tail he dragged along behind him, and she shuddered.

She hoped she survived it.

She didn’t have any birth control, so it wasn’t like she could do anything about that. Bile made its way into her throat, but she choked it back. Interspecies breeding—that couldn’t be possible. At least, she wanted to believe that.

In an attached bathroom, she splashed water on her face and then opened each drawer, looking for something she might use as a weapon. But every drawer she opened was empty. So were the cabinets. The only towels were the ones hanging on the towel racks. Everything else was bare. She noticed there was one more cabinet over the commode in the water closet.

She stood on her tiptoes checking it, when a growl behind her made her jump.

“What are you doing?” it asked, sounding angry.

Psyche spun around to find Cubane towering over her, glaring at her with those reptilian eyes.

“Just looking for a toothbrush,” she stated and pulled herself up to her full height, determined to hold her own.

“Take off your clothes and go lie down on the bed,” it snarled.

She gulped, then disrobed quickly and covering her private parts with her hands as best she could, she climbed onto the bed.

“Lie on my back or my front?” she asked, uncertain which would be worse.

“Your back.”

Psyche did as she was told, squeezing her eyes shut as she lied there. She didn’t want to watch what was going to happen to her.

“Open your legs for me.”

She winced.

“Do it,” the creature growled insistently.

Slowly, she spread her legs apart. Fear gripped her now. She was terribly vulnerable in this position.

“Raise your arms above your head and keep them there.”

As she lifted her arms, a switch in the back of her mind flipped.

“Q?”

She opened her eyes just in time to see the enormous scaly creature climb on top of her naked body.

But just before it touched her, its scales transformed into skin covering well-defined muscles. Its spiky teeth disappeared leaving behind straight white teeth behind full red lips. Dead black eyes were replaced with sparkling blue ones.

The reptilian monster wasn’t a monster after all. It was her husband Cupid.

“What the hell?” Psyche asked. She wanted to be mad, but she was so overjoyed she couldn’t contain herself.

Forgetting about the command to keep her hands above her head, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.

“Cupid! Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s you.”

“Who said you can lower your arms?” he teased, his head burrowing against her neck.

“You son of a bitch!” she said, remembering to be mad.

“Isn’t that the fucking truth?” he groaned, taking her breast in his mouth and swirling his tongue around her erect nipple.

“Ahh,” she moaned back. “You came to save me?”

“Mmhmm,” he managed as he suckled her.

“But how did you turn yourself into that . . . that monster?” she asked, running her fingers though his hair. Her legs wrapped around his back, dragging his hips down to hers. His erection poked hard against her.

“I’m a god, remember?”

“Oh yes, that’s right.”

His mouth crashed down upon hers. And his tongue invaded her lips darting in and out, exploring. Taking. She took up the dance, tasting him, wanting to devour him.

She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter, as his cock nudged at her opening. He hovered there, teasing her, entering her so slowly it was maddening. Teasing her, he made her want it so bad she had no choice but to beg.

Lolling her head to the side, she broke the kiss long enough to utter the word, “Please.”

“Please what?” he teased.

“Please give me what I want. What you’ve made me need so desperately.”

“And what’s that, my dear?” he asked as he plunged into her depths.

“You,” she said simply before arching her back and giving herself to him fully.