Cupid and Psyche |Lesbian Version|
Then a huge breathy murmur, the wind itself howling in her ear, seemed to say, "Fear not, maiden. I am Zephyrus, the west wind, the groom's messenger. I have come to take you to your new home."
She listened to the soft howling, and believed the words she seemed to hear, and was not afraid. Zephyrus gradually drew her aloft, and Psyche felt herself being lifted off the soft and grassy arbor of the mountain. The tranquil breath bore her slowly downward. She felt herself sailing through the air like a leaf.
Psyche saw her own palace pass beneath her and thought she was probably dreaming. The last thing she remembered was crying on that altar. Now, she was floating and flying. If people were loo
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