"I don't believe you, Eros." Cila tries to keep her voice steady as she glares at me from across her desk. "Tracey was a Nobel prize-winning bikini model who could wrap her legs behind her fucking neck! What about her exactly didn't you like?"

I've never heard Cila swear before. She's pissed and understandably so, afterall the company she's worked so hard to build from the ground up is about to become mine, and I'm not even going to give her a single penny for it. Serves her right.

"Sorry, I don't know what tell you, but you're just not as good at your job as you thought." I shrug.

She flinches. That hit a nerve. It's not about the money, or the company, for her it's a matter of pride. Maybe now she'll know how I felt when she had the audacity to call her company BetterThanCupid. It may be the most successful dating agency in terms of how many of her clients end up marrying after being paired by her, but I have over 2000 years on her. Plus divinity. You can't compete with that. Afterall, she's just a mortal with a computer and big tits that she tries to hide under loose, flowy blouses that fool no-one.

Although today she seems to be wearing a wrap-round dress than plunges suspiciously low. Showing off her assets. Not that it matters, a deal is a deal and a little bit of cleavage isn't going to stop me from taking what's mine.

"Well I do have one last candidate." Cila sighs her large, perfect breasts rising and falling beneath her form fitting dress. She's defeated, I've won but that slight slither of spark is still burning inside of her. I have to admire that.

"Really?" It's still midday, and our bet gave her till the end of valentines day to find me my love match, or she would relinquish her company to me. I did give her a fair try, honest, but that love connection was never there. Turns out she's not better than me afterall.

"Yes." She looks up, glancing over my shoulder. "Would you mind just closing the blinds for me?"

"Why?"

"Just indulge me for a moment," she snaps.

"Fine. I'll indulge."

I push myself up from my chair and stroll over to the large glass window overlooking the open office where my future employees are hard at work pairing up couples for valentines day. I don't know why it never occurred to me sooner to start my own company, to have people come to me instead of having to go out to them. Either way I definitely could do with a rebrand; I don't know where this image of a round faced, chubby, baby boy came from, but it's got to stop. I mean I have a six-pack and facial hair, and I'm hung like a fertility god for fuck's sake.

As I lower the slatted blinds I can't help but think to myself that I'm going to miss Cila. Our weekly meetings. Our back-and-forth. Her blood red lips, big blue eyes, and thick thighs squeezed into little pencil skirts. The smell of her perfume. The way the corner of her eyes creases when she laughs, and she presses her fingers to her lips when she's thinking. Hearing about her day... I shake my head. Got to stay focused.

As I turn back round I'm surprised to see that Cila's moved round to the front of her desk. She's leant against it in an attempt to look casual, but I can see the tension radiating out from her. Just as I notice the way her dress cinches in around her slender waist, complementing her hourglass figure... I can see now why she usually dresses so conservatively. No other woman would stand a chance around her. She wouldn't look out of place within the pantheon...

What is wrong with me? Why am I getting so sentimental when I'm so close to victory? There's no way she's found someone.

"Alright then, so who's this other person?"

"Me," she says with a sigh, untying the belt holding her skimpy little dress in place. It falls open, revealing her red lace lingerie underneath, constrasting seductively with her smooth pale skin....

I'm speechless. I thought I repulsed her, and at best she tolerated me. Barely. She stands quietly, nibbling at her bottom lip, looking across at me with her big blue eyes. Waiting for me to say something.

"You can't be serious? You don't really believe that you can fuck your way out of the hole you dug yourself into?"

"No it's not like that," she replies looking down at the floor. "I wish it was though, but according to my calculations, we're a 100% match. The women I've set you up with over the year have all been in the 90s, but we're soul mates."

"Really, you expect me to believe that?" I've definitely got her backed in a corner, and she's desperate. "Why didn't you say something sooner if you've known all along?"

"Because I didn't want to believe it. Because I find you rude, obnoxious, and conceited."

"Now that I can believe. But don' tyou still find me all those things?"

"Yes... but, although the thought of you taking everything away from me is eating me up inside, I realise now that I'm going to miss you, and that hurts just as much." Cila crooks her head to one side and looks at me with such an intensity in her eyes that I've never seen before that I know I can't hold back any longer.

"I know what you mean," I finally admit to her, as well as to myself. "I don't want this to end."

Cila blushes, and it feels as if a great weight has been lifted off from my chest. A sudden feeling of weightless washing over me. Who would have thought the truth could be so freeing?

"I love you," Cila says, shrugging off her dress and letting it fall to the floor. "I'm all yours, if you'll have me."

She drops onto her hands and knees. Her back arched upwards, her perfectly round arse pointed in the air. I'm mesmerised by the sight of her. Her boobs, barley contained by her bra jiggle as she crawls on her hands and knees towards me.

I may have had a semi a moment ago but I'm fully erect now, my cock threatening to tear through my clothes to get at her. Taking a step back, I hear the blinds rattle behind me as my back pushes against the window.

Cila stops and reaches up to undo my belt and zipper."I want you to use me however you want."

Before I can tell her what I want, before I can even think about it, she pulls down my underwear and slides her blood lips round the shaft of my cock, taking me all the way down to the back of her mouth. I feel my head push against the back of her throat. She gags, her spit dripping down my balls as she pulls back, slowly running her tongue across my length. It circles up to my swollen head, lapping up the precum that I can feel trickling out.

"Mmm, you taste so good," she moans, slobbering on my dick. I can hear the genuine surprise in her voice.

"You have no idea," I tell her, sliding my hands around the back of head, tangling my fingers into her thick, black hair. I thrust my fully erect cock into her open mouth, pushing her head down further to take me all in. "I want you to lap up every last drop and tell me how much you love it."

She makes a noise somewhere between a moan and grunt that I take as a verbal agreement. Thrusting her head up and down my cock, I watch her arse bobbing up and down with every thrust. I can see where her red lace thong disappears into the chasm of her crack, pressing against her tight little arsehole. I've always fantasised about taking her from behind, pumping my divine dick between her round cheeks...

As if reading my mind, Cila reaches down and pulls her thong down her thighs, spreading her legs further apart. Letting out another moan, Cila then reaches up and cups my balls. I can barely contain myself as my body tenses and my muscles ripple and my wings tear through my shirt. Reaching their full span they tangle up in the slatted blinds behind me.

Cila gasps, choking on my dick as it slams into the back of her mouth, coating her throat in thick layers semen. Tears begin to fill her eyes as she stares up at me, her mouth still full of my throbbing cock. It's not till I reluctantly withdraw that she stumbles to her feet, her thong sliding all the way down over her perfectly toned legs.

Cila stands in front of me fully naked, my divine cum trickling from the corners of her lips, dripping from her chin and onto her breasts. Tentatively, she holds her hand out to touch my wings still tangled in the blinds, but she hesitates, swallowing back a lump in her throat.

"Its ok you can touch them," I murmur. Wrapping my arm around her waist I pull her closer. She feels warm and soft as I press her against me, her heart beating erratically.

Cila brushes off the remaining scraps of my shirt, her fingers like electric against my bare skin. Biding her time, she runs her fingers across my body, following the defined outline of my abs, up along my pectoral muscles, circling my nipples before slowly tracing her way across my shoulders. She pauses a moment before gently brushing her fingers across my shimmering wings. She breaks into a smile as she rubs the feathers between her fingers.

"All this time," she murmurs. "You told me you were god, but I didn't realise you actually meant it. I thought it was just your ego talking... I can't even begin to find the words..."

No words are needed. I recognise that look in her eyes. She is mine and I am her's. Sliding my hands beneath her round firm butt I lift Cila up into my arms. Instinctively, she wraps her legs around my waist, her fingers still intertwined in my feathers as we kiss. My cock is already hard and swollen as I carry her across the office. She'll soon learn what it means to love a god. My lust is insatiable and my need to dominate her is all consuming.

I place her down on top of her desk. She looks up at me with lust filled eyes, lips coated in cum. She murmurs, it sounds somewhere between my name and a sigh as I push the head of my cock against her opeming, dripping with her sweet, intoxicating arousal.

Gripping her thighs, I push my way inside her. She feels warm and tight gripped around my shaft. I can't believe I haven't done this sooner, that I haven't spent every day fucking her since the moment I met her. She's so responsive, parting her legs further to accommodate me while she tosses her head back, her long dark cascading over her luminescent body.

She cries out, wincing as I slide my full length inside her. I doubt she's ever had dick this big before, but she takes me all in, her tight little cunt trembling around me. Filling and stretching her to her limit, I pump in and out of her, claiming every last part of her vagina. She shakes and quivers, calling out my name. I'm sure the whole office can hear her, but neither of us care. I'm proud to let everyone know that Cila is mine.

We cum together in an eruption that shakes the desk and leaves Cila slumped in a pile. Her whole body flushed and pricked with sweat. The sunlight streaming through the window behind her, catches on my wings reflecting back on her face, bathing her in a golden glow. She truly is the most beautiful being I've ever laid eyes on. Perfection.

As I pull out, I watch my seed spill out from between her legs, coating her delicious thick thighs. She looks satisfied and happy, as well as out of breath her heavy tits heaving up and down as she catches her breath. But I'm not done yet. I want, need, every part of her to yield to me.

Shakily she gets to her feet as I take her by the hands and lead her across the room to the window. I turn her round, making her face her reflection in the glass. Weak kneed she leans against me, her head resting against my chest, my still erect cock pushed against the small of her back.

"What are you going to do to me Eros?" She breathes. Her heart is beating wildly, and I can feel her excitement radiating from her.

"You'll see," I murmur. Kissing her neck, I easily undo the clasp of her bra so that she's completely naked apart from her heels. Her large breasts so full and round hang free, her purple brown nipples hard awaiting my touch. Reaching round I grab generous handfuls, squeezing and massaging and pinching, while we both watch our reflection in the glass. The way Cila is pressed against me, it looks as if she has her own pair of golden wings sprouting from behind her.

She begins to grind up against me, her plump butt cheeks rubbing against me while she rubs her delicate fingers against her clit. "Lean forwards," I growl in her ear.

Obediently, she does as she's told, her free hand and naked breasts pressed up against the window, staring down at the street several storeys below. Without having to be told, Cila spreads her legs for me, my cum trickling down between her milky thighs. I pull her cheeks apart revealing her tight little puckered hole. Exactly how I pictured it.

She gasps as I rub the head of my cock already slick with both our cum against her arsehole. I love those little sounds she makes when she's excited. I'll never grow tired of them, it only excites me more. Unable to hold back, desperate to claim all her holes as mine, I push my cock inside her tight, tight hole. Cila squeals, contracting round my shaft. She feels like heaven as I slide my entire length inside her, disappearing between her two firm, juicy cheeks.

"Eros," she cries as I begin pumping inside her. Her hands and tits press against the window, smearing cum on the otherwise spotless glass. Anyone looking up from the street below can see us. Anyone in the office outside can hear us, but she doesn't care. As I thrust in and out Cila repeatedly cries out my name, gyrating her hips to match my pace. I can hardly believe we're doing this. Two thousand years has made me jaded and cynical but there's something about Cila thar makes me feel more alive than I have in millennia.

"I love you Cila," I cry releasing my seed into her perfect asshole.

"Love you too," she mumbles weakly. As her body trembles with ecstasy she sinks against the window.

Wrapping my arms around her body, I hold her upright. Holding her close to me, feeling the warmth of her body and the steady beating of her heart.