The moment Eros dug his face into her flower, she immediately had flashbacks of tales her mother had told her about her own first time.
Back then, she was but a little girl.
"Mama! will it hurt?" the young Caren had asked.
"Well! for the first time, it will!" her mother responded.
"But mama, I don't want it to hurt."
"Well, my child, it will. Unless of course, the gods by their mercy guide you to a man that can eat the 'Pie'."
"Mama! what does it mean to eat the Pie?"
Her mother giggled lowly, "Don't worry my dear. When that time comes, you'll know."
Eros had only dug his face with the slobbering attention of his tongue in between her legs and her mind had flashed back to the words of her mother.
"Ahhhh!!" she moaned lightly, "please... it's my... my meat pie... my..."
Her words made no sense to even her. All she knew was that she could hear her lower lips making slobbering noises with the loving kisses Eros gave.
Her legs felt tingly.
