They’d never fight, rarely disagree, and always say flighty, pleasant things to each other. Something non-negotiable, apparently. Mature sex The rush of blood in his ears shut out every other sound (including, mercifully, his own thoughts). “Have fun without me,” she said. How do we decide?”
“First we have to be less ambiguous.”
“Ambiguity is our friend right now. Humans cheat all the time, Eros reasoned. When she was all the way down she squeezed him between her legs, trying to keep him perfectly still while she moved, first around and around, then up and down, bouncing once or twice to get a feel for it. But the king gets angry, because the women in the royal family are out there too, plus he doesn’t believe Dionysus is a real god.”
“Then what happens?”
“Let me think: Dionysus disguises himself as human and meets the king, and gets the king riled up, and then he gets him killed.
