She remained a virgin; although she was thirty, she hadn’t ever felt the pleasure of sexual interaction. She had been avoiding it but was now desperate to find it. Therefore, she thought about executing a scheme to fulfill that craving—a hunger for something deeper that she never could seem to find.

A friendly gathering was being held at her uncle’s house. He was not really her uncle; Max was a friend of her deceased grandfather. They were really close, and they shared a stronger connection than her biological relatives.

Wearing a crop top with a plunging neckline and tight leggings, she stood in front of Max’s house. She took a deep breath and, without hesitation, walked through the door. As she moved further inside, she could hear the loud music. She observed that everyone appeared intoxicated or high. She looked around and became worried because the men looked like a group of wolves hunting for prey.

Her uncle Max, with his two friends, approached her immediately as they saw her walking around anxiously. His companions eyed her fitted leggings, specifically her camel toe, while her uncle’s gaze lingered on her nipples poking at the thin crop top. They smirked when her uncle muttered something.

“Uncle, may I stay here for a while? I would like to have a little drink as well. I feel that staying here would be safer than drinking alone at the pub,” she said cautiously.

Although he didn’t agree right away, he eventually sighed and added, “Fine. Just don’t get too drunk since this party is for men. I may not hang out with you tonight.”

Drowning in liquor was not something she truly intended to do. She simply aimed to grab a drink to condition her mind for the rendezvous later. But to reassure the man right in front of her, she beamed and gave him an excuse. “Oh, look at me. I'm just wearing some leggings and a crop top; it's not a party fashion statement at all,” she said, giving a shaky gesture to her clothes.

“Look, Uncle, I'll just take advantage of the free liquor,” she stated. “I'm not even staying here longer than what you’re thinking. I already have a plan with my friend later.”

“Be responsible and don't get into trouble without me being there,” he said, laughing. He patted her head before heading out, but she noticed the sideways glance he gave her clothes.

As she watched him go, someone patted her shoulder from behind, making her stiffen in nervousness. One of them stepped too close to her safe space and offered, “You should join us!” He seemed wasted and couldn't seem to walk properly.

She looked between the two men and hesitantly stated, “I don’t want to bother you guys. And it looks like Uncle Max planned this party for men to enjoy the night.”

The other one remained calm and just rolled his eyes, but they both grinned when his friend stated, “Oh, we've had enough fun, but it could be more entertaining if a hot girl accompanied us,” he insisted. “Oh, I’m Gavin,” and gestured towards the other man, “That’s Eros, the brooding hunter.”

The way Eros stared at her made her feel uneasy. “I’m Diane,” she said. Gavin probably noticed her reaction, as he leaned in closer. “Don’t be nervous. We won't just devour you.” His hot breath caressed her neck. “Oops, I mean we will keep you entertained,” he smirked and looked at his friend. “Not sure about Eros, though. They know him as a pussy hunter.”

A tremor shivered up her thighs. She shifted her legs, pressing them together, which was caught by them. They let out a grunt, a sound so raw that it made her moist. Eros just watched the flush creeping up her neck, wanting to feel her throat pulse against his palm.

Gavin guided her toward the second floor and stated, “Well, we should head upstairs.” They walked up the stairs. “It’s more private over there. We can enjoy some beer while we talk.” Diane trailed behind him, trying to ignore Eros's presence behind her.

However, just as she reached the top of the stairs, she heard Eros mumble, “The party is going to be amazing. An event you can't leave without feeling full.” His words caught her off guard, sending a cold prickle down her spine.

Before she could process his words, he pinned her against the railing. The sudden move stole her breath, leaving her paralyzed as his hand forced its way between her legs. The heat of his palm cupping her forced a low whine from her throat.

“What a slut. You weren’t wearing knickers.” Eros didn't even look at her; instead, he cast a knowing grin toward Gavin, who stood like a shadow at the top of the stairs.

Diane’s choice of a thin crop top and tight leggings led to a cold realization of just how exposed she really was.

“Fuck, I can feel your heat,” he groaned as he slid a finger through the fabric, gently probing her slit. “You badly want to fuck tonight.”

She was getting slick, feeling her leggings dampening where they were snugly nestled against her. She fought herself to stop from grinding her hips against his palm. Her breath hitched when she felt his long finger poking at her special spot.

“Oh, fuck... stop,” she gasped, but the plea turned into a low, needy moan as his finger nudged relentlessly against her. Even as she spoke the words, her hips didn't pull away; instead, they betrayed her, tilting upward into his palm until her knees buckled and her legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Eros pulled away, leaving her in the pulsing heat he’d stirred up. He simply watched her eyes flutter closed before he turned to climb the remaining steps, smelling his finger. She struggled to move while her mind kept spinning over the things he had said.

By the time she gathered enough composure to follow them to the terrace, the night air had turned sharp. The wind bit through her thin crop top, but the pint glass Gavin shoved into her hand was a different kind of shock.

“To warm you up quickly,” Gavin noted. His eyes dropped, gazing at her crop top. “Your nipples show exactly how cold you are.”

Diane lowered her head to see if they were visible, and he was right. Her hard nipples were undeniable, making her flush down to her neck.

Gavin snorted and patted Eros’s back. “Now is not the time to be shy. Not after the display you two put on the stairs.”

She didn't argue. The shame was there, but it was being drowned out by a blooming, quiet yearning to be seen and to be used.

Hours bled into the dark, the alcohol turning the world into a blur. When Diane finally tried to stand and leave, she was disoriented. Her hand grabbed Gavin’s broad, solid shoulder for balance. He was slumped, eyes glazed with intoxication, but he still managed a clumsy grab for her.

“Where do you think you're going?” he mumbled. He tried to stand up but failed. He looked toward his friend. “Hey, Eros... please go with our little girl.”

Eros wasn’t sober, but he seemed far more interested in teasing her body, his hands constantly wandering around her inner thighs. Desire drove him more than liquor as he mumbled obscene and lustful phrases.

They headed out after spending more time with Gavin. When they reached the hallway, the sudden stillness of the house made her head swim. Eros paused, his hand firm at the small of her back to anchor her. “Need to use the restroom.”

Diane hesitated but nodded vaguely. She needed to splash cold water on her face to stop the world from spinning. After walking for a bit, Diane noticed they had reached the end of the hallway. Before she could ask him anything, he went into a bedroom. He glanced back and told her, “Sit down. I’ll be quick,” before he headed towards the restroom.

Eros came out a few minutes later, and Diane used the bathroom after him. When she emerged, he was sitting on the bed. Diane realized Eros was now naked, and the bedroom door was closed, creating an imposing presence in the amber shadows of the room.

“Why are you... why are you naked?” Diane’s voice was thin, trembling with fear. “If you’re tired, just stay. I can find my way home,” she declared, breathing heavily from her anxiousness.

He pulled her onto the bed and pushed her back, causing her to bounce. As she tried to crawl away, he moved on top of her, blowing a gentle breath against her jawline. “Relax for a few moments.” He kneaded her thighs, slowly spreading them to position himself near her center. “I want to test how much fluid you can release,” he whispered. Her lips began to whimper and moan as her thin leggings were ripped.

Laughing, he mocked her by pressing his erection between her wet slits. "Look, I haven’t even begun anything yet, and you’re already moaning," he mused, grinding his rigid, hot cock up and down against her trimmed, dripping mound, making her pant with eager anticipation.

He rolled her firm nipples between his fingers while she rubbed them through her thin crop-top. Her fingers held onto his arms; though she felt a rush of nervousness, she squeezed him with a silent plea for more. His actions caused her crop-top to be ripped off, her heartbeat matching her rapid breathing as she welcomed the exposure.

The unusual pressure of anticipation began at her collarbone, spread throughout her breasts, and increased in her midsection. Diane’s body shook with desperate need and lust as the man she had just met stared intensely and menacingly at her.

He growled with a sexy smirk and pressed harder on her hip before teasing her a bit more. He grabbed his sleek girth and tapped her folds just above her clit.

Diane absently moistened her parched lips, closing her eyes to avoid his fierce gaze, but she still felt his intense attention. The moment Diane felt the warm kisses on her skin, nibbling and pecking at her throat, her eyes and lips widened in delight. His large, rough fingers traversed every curve of her body, causing her to moan and gasp happily.

"You’re so tight, so tense... I wonder how long it’ll take to break that." His thumb outlined her wet folds. "Be prepared for the consequences, because once that arrow is aimed at you, I’m not just playing for fun, I’m playing dirty," he said in a firm voice, his gaze glinting. "Are you really ready to be stung by my Cupid’s arrow?"

Diane froze, wondering if she should tell him the truth—that no one ever touched or caressed her bare skin, that her body only knew the ghost of her own fingertips. She had spent years imagining the pulse of a man driving himself to the hilt, and now she craved the reality of it.

She whimpered as she finally admitted, "I’ve... This is something I haven’t done before. I’m a virgin." The silence that followed stretched thin, taut as a bowstring, before he leaned in. His hot breath fanned her ear, smelling of liquor and sin.

She bit her lip and caught the glint in his lecherous eyes, feeling him press his hips even more between her thighs as she arched to meet him.

Eros’s voice was dark and unwavering. He grunted, "Don’t expect me to be gentle just because it’s your first time." His hands slid upward, pinning her wrists against the pillow with a grip that was firm.

Diane could sense the length and girth of his boner as he pushed more pressure on her folds.

"I know exactly what you’re craving, and I’m going to make sure you remember every single second of it." His words were a low vibration against her ear that made her knees feel like water.

He added, "Consider me your Cupid, as per my name. I’ll fulfill your smallest desire, but I won’t just touch you. I intend to devour you. I will provide you with the thing your body has been begging for."

His mouth found the sensitive curve of her shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to make her gasp. He captured her gasp, swallowing it whole as he pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues swirled and mated. He broke the kiss just long enough to trail a line of wet heat down her body.

His hand moved again, no longer just brushing the fabric of her torn leggings, but seeking the heat beneath, his fingers finally finding the slick, trembling center of her.

She could feel his hand slide between her thighs and begin to stroke her. She clung to Eros as he stoked a blazing fire in her belly, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in surrender to the pleasure. When he slid first one long finger, then another, inside her quivering girlhood, she stiffened, but then melted under his touch. He used his sinful finger to make a circle around her clit after having it soaked with juices.

He smothered her supple breast with bruising possessiveness, his wet fingers pinching her perky tits until they were aching points of fire.

His hooded gaze watched with a lecherous, triumphant grin, his eyes tracking every twitch of her muscles and every high-pitched moan that left her throat.

"Spread out your legs and let me ravage your mound until there’s nothing left." He hummed while nipping at her earlobe. He took his time to move his lips down her spread legs.

He used his raunchy hands to hook behind her knees, pulling her open so wide she felt completely exposed to the dim light of the room, a position she took with a brazen tilt of her hips.

“Ahh, hmph,” she moaned loudly when she felt his tongue licking her slit up to her nub, drawing a circle around it before biting and sucking it.

His tongue teased hers gently, exploring her heat to quench his rising thirst. Stretching her tight hole with his fingers, her fluids trickled from between her parted lips together with his saliva.

The room was no longer silent; it was filled with the rhythmic, wet sounds of his tongue and the desperate, breathless pants she couldn't suppress.

Eros pulled back from her heat, the air hitting her wet skin like a cold shock. But he didn't give her a second to recover. He crawled up her body, his heavy, muscular frame pinning her back down. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them beside her head, forcing her to look at him; he looked like a man about to take possession of a long-awaited prize.

He pressed his hips forward, the massive weight of his arousal grinding against her sensitive, aching center. "You won’t just be a woman, Diane. You’ll be a shared experience. I’m going to wreck you so thoroughly that you’ll be begging for every man in this house to take his turn filling the void I’m about to create. You wanted exposure? I’m going to give you more than you ever dreamed of."

Diane looked back at him with a wild, hungry intensity. The filth of his promises kept her eyes locked on his, her breath coming in shallow hitches as her mind began to spiral, thrilled by the very shame he described.

She imagined the door suddenly swinging open. She could almost see Gavin stumbling in, his glassy eyes lighting up at the sight of her pinned and broken. Or worse—her uncle. She pictured him standing in the shadows of the hallway, listening to the creak of the bed and the wet, slapping sounds of Eros’s aggression, and the thought only made her slicker.

Eros leaned in, his face inches from hers, his sweat-slicked chest heaving against her breasts. "Are you ready for your first cock?" he rasped. "I’m going to penetrate your cunt and make sure both of you enjoy this Valentine's. You'll never forget that Eros struck your hymen with his quiver. You’ll feel the ghost of me still inside you, and every time you look at your uncle or Gavin, you’ll wonder if they can smell me on your skin... or if they’re just waiting for their turn."

He pressed his thick head against her tight entrance with his hooded eyes looking down at her, slowly nudging deeply inside her. She bit her lip hard to stifle a scream of pure ecstasy as he continued to stretch her out.

Eros went still for a moment, buried to the hilt. He didn't move; he simply watched her. He let her feel every inch of his weight, waiting for her frantic breathing to settle and for her body to acknowledge its new master.

"Ahhh, so big... I can’t... you’re stretching me deep, uhhh," she moaned, her juices splashing onto the masculine cock, her body urging him to continue.

He moved from the tentative, slow thrust to a relentless, drilling rhythm. Hearing the wet sound of skin-to-skin contact, Diane moaned his name, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with enough force to mark her skin.

"Ah—! Eros, wait—it’s too... hhh—!" Diane gasped, her head thrashing against the pillow even as she pulled him deeper.

Eros wasn't holding back anymore; he hooked one of Diane's trembling legs over his broad shoulder, tilting her pelvis up and exposing her completely to his relentless assault.

Eros's cock swelled up, and her tight cunt squeezed it. He groaned and drilled her fiercely. "Oh god, don't stop," she exploded. Her pussy engulfed every inch of that sleek member quivering around him, juices trailing down her trembling thighs, and she came for the first time.

He didn’t stop, though. "Too much?" he rasped, his eyes dark with triumph. "No, little puppet. This is exactly enough."

"Eros—! Please! Ahh—hh! I can’t—cum again! Please!" she cried out, her plea sounding more like an invitation.

"God, you’re... you're so tight—! Ahhh!" The sound of her own pleasure-drenched cries was the only thing she could hear.

"I'm going to... I’m going to break! E-Eros! Please keep going!" The room was filled with the wet slap of his hips and the slick surge of her body yielding to him.

He growled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest....