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Mornings in Arcadia could be as different and varied as the people who called the forest home. Some mornings the trees shook with the sheer force from the still raging party of the previous night, as if the trees themselves were dancing with the revelers. Others, the whole forest was still and silent, the very air suffocated by the combined grief of those mourning their loved one. But most mornings, the forest was peaceful. Quiet, but not silent, as the birds and animals woke up with the sun and called out to each other. The people of the forest rose at the same time and added their voices to the gentle morning symphony, family members greeting each other before they got ready for the day.
This was one such morning. The skies were clear as the sun began to rise up over the treetops, perfect for the early morning birds to ride the winds and perform acrobatics with and around each other. Under the leafy canopy, the night dwellers were returning to their dens and dwellings, passing by their early rising counterparts with curious sniffs and cautious hisses. The people of the forest were doing the same. Those who lived their lives under the moon were trading places with those who lived under the sun, night guards were being relieved by the morning guard, and the nymphs who bloomed at night were going to sleep as the nymphs who bloomed at day awoke. It was a literal and metaphorical changing of the guard for the entire forest, a peaceful routine that every living thing knew well.
In the midst of it all, Pan’s home stood tall and silent, empty save for the couple cocooned in the privacy and comfort of their bedroom. All around the house nymphs and satyrs alike were waking up and taking their place, but they did so with a heightened awareness of their noise levels. It was well known fact that Pan was not to be awoken without a very good reason. This was especially true when he wasn’t alone. Anyone who dared disturb his time, asleep or awake, with his lover, risked facing not only his wrath, but hers. And usually, hers was much more frightening then his.
So luckily for everyone, it wasn’t anyone outside that broke through the peace of Pan’s dreams. He woke up, slowly and begrudgingly, when the sun hit his face. He scowled and fought to stay asleep, his thick brows furrowing as his eyes tightened in an attempt to shut out the light. When that didn’t work, he tried to roll over to get away from it, only to be stopped by the smooth, gold ram horns that curled out from either side of his head. He groaned softly, mentally cursing himself for giving into his lover’s request that he stay in his true form at all times while they were together, even while asleep.
It wasn’t too much to do for her, though it was still a strange feeling spending so much time with someone in that form after spending centuries wearing a disguise around others. But it did make laying down difficult, between both the curled ram horns and the pair of horns on top of his head that kept him stuck to laying on his back and the sheer size of his eight-foot body that took up the majority of his custom-made bed. Satyr legs, as powerful as they were, were still a hassle to position comfortably, and he didn’t even want to think about how sleeping on his tail had taken some getting used to, even with the extremely soft and giving mattress he’d had made for his bed. His thoughts drifted from the inconvenience of sleeping in his true form, horns and all, to the reason he was doing it. Just thinking about her made everything else disappear from his mind and suddenly he needed to touch her. He willingly gave up on sleeping and gave in to waking up, then he reached down to his chest where she’d fallen asleep cuddled up to him, sleepily mumbling, “Good morning, beautiful.”
But when he reached for her, his hand found nothing but his own bare skin. Frowning, he dropped his hand to the bed next to him, searching for her, but the spot was empty, the sheet rumpled but cold under his hand. He turned his head as much as he could with the horn in the way and cracked open his eyes. He saw nothing but an empty bed, the forest green sheets still rumpled from the night before, but no sign of the beautiful nymph he’d fallen asleep with. The sleepiness was instantly replaced by concern in his mind, and he pushed himself up onto his elbows, fully awake then. He looked around his spacious bedroom, blinking against the sunlight coming from the tall windows. The room looked the same as it always did, full of wooden furniture handcrafted by him and various shades of green and brown fabrics. But other than the furniture, it was just as empty as the bed, and when he looked through the wide doorway that led into the bathroom, he saw it was empty too. There was no sign of Phrixia anywhere that he could see.
He sat up all the way, true panic creeping into his mind. His thoughts jumped through the possibilities in seconds. His forest was one of the safest places on the Earthly realm, and his home was the absolutely safest place within his forest. Which led him straight from thinking she’d been kidnapped to thinking she’d left while he was asleep. And that thought led him straight down another path in his head, one full of fear and doubt in their relationship. He sat on the bed, stuck in place with the whirlwind in his head, until he heard something. He whipped his head up and looked towards it, his ears moving to catch the sound better. He recognized it as movement coming from outside and he climbed off the bed. He slowly moved towards the large, wooden double doors that led to the balcony attached to his room. His steps were heavy, clumsy from the last vestiges of sleep, and his hooves were loud on the wooden floor. One of the doors was left cracked and he slowly pushed it open the rest of the way. He stepped outside, groaning when the sun hit his eyes fully. Blinded for a few seconds, he blinked rapidly and when his eyes cleared, he was looking over the half wall that lined the level, the very top of the wall that made up the floor that the balcony sat on. He looked out over the forest, what he could see of it, for a moment before he looked over the balcony itself. The hot tub set in the corner was empty and covered, and hadn’t been touched since the las time he and Phrixia had used it. The other end, where they’d laid out a large fur for sleeping under the stars, was also empty. But in the middle, leaning against the wall, stood Phrixia, her back to him.
He stared at her stupidly, struck all over again by her beauty, and a smile spread across his face. Even from behind, with her pitch-black hair mussed from both sleep and the wind and clothed in nothing but a long, loose robe that had slipped down to reveal her back and shoulders, she still took his breath away. Then, she turned her head sideways, her grey eyes squinted against the sun. His gaze dropped to her mouth as she idly ran her finger over her dark lips. He licked his own lips, copying the action, and trailed his eyes down the rest of her body. He recognized the robe she had on, because it was one of his favorites, and he always loved the way it draped over her. He followed the curve of her body, visible through the thin, green fabric, and then followed it to where the fabric fell away to reveal bare, pale skin.
After a moment of silently staring at her, he realized how creepy he unintentionally being, so he cleared his throat softly. The sound caught Phrixia’s attention, and she turned around instantly, pulling the robe closed around her to cover her nakedness. She relaxed just as quickly when she saw it was him and her face and eyes lit up as she smiled at him. He smiled back at her and said, “Here you are.” He stepped across the balcony to her, shivering when the wind ruffled the fur on his legs.
“Here I am.” She chuckled and turned back around as he reached her. He leaned down slightly so he didn’t loom over her, and braced his hands on the wall to cage her in between his arms. She leaned back against his body, her head resting on his chest, and sighed softly, contentedly. “I’m sorry I worried you.” He almost denied that he was worried, but he knew it was pointless, she knew him too well and could read him in such a way that no one else ever had. “I woke early and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I came out to watch the sunrise.”
He kissed the side of her head and nuzzled her hair, then murmured, “You could have woken me.”
She snorted and shook her head, her hair tickling his skin as it moved. “You’re not a morning person, my love. I didn’t think you’d appreciate it.”
His chest rumbled against her back as he chuckled. “Probably not,” he agreed. “But the sun has finished rising, yet you are still out here.”
“Ah.” She suddenly looked down, so that her hair fell forward and hid her face from him. He read much in that one exclamation though and he nudged her head back up. Her hair fell out of the way slightly so that he could see part of her face, but it was enough for him to see blushing cheeks.
Pan raised an eyebrow at the flush on her face, tilting his head inquisitively. “Well now.” His voice dropped low as he smirked, nuzzling her hair again right by her ear. His nose brushed against the tip, and he felt her shiver against him. He put his mouth right by it and his breath tickled her, making her shiver again, as he asked, “What has you blushing so prettily?”
She inhaled shakily, trying to compose herself before she answered, “It’s nothing. Let’s just go back inside.” She suddenly spun around in between his arms and ducked her head. She pushed his chest with both hands, but despite her enhanced strength it did nothing to move him. She gave up after two tries and instead settled for wrapping her arms around his waist as far as they could reach and hiding her face against his skin. His chest hair was rough against her face, but she couldn’t help but nuzzle it affectionately anyway. She felt him purr softly, his chest rumbling, and she impulsively kissed his left pec.
His curiosity was definitely piqued by her behavior, because despite their months of exploring and experimenting with each other, she still blushed so easily over some things, and he was still eagerly learning everything she liked. He gently cupped her face in one of his hands. She fit neatly in his palm, and she didn’t fight him when he lifted her head up to look at her. He gasped softly at the sight of her. Her cheeks were blushing furiously, and even though she wouldn’t meet his gaze, he could see that her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were gleaming with what he recognized as desire.
Unable to resist, he lowered his head to hers and brushed his lips across hers as he spoke. “You’re sure it’s nothing?” he teased, letting a growl slip into his voice. She gasped softly and her eyes fluttered a few times before they slipped closed. He was tempted to kiss her, and he gave into temptation, moving to press his lips against hers, but a sudden sound caught his attention. It was a moan, loud and drawn out, and it came from over the wall, outside his house. His ear flickered towards it instinctively and his head followed without him thinking, swinging to the side slightly.
At the same time, Phrixia’s eyes snapped open, and she pushed him again, hissing under her breath, “Pan, no, don’t look!”
Ignoring her attempt to move him, though he couldn’t help but rumble at her touch, he leaned further to the side and looked over the wall to the ground below. It only took a few seconds of searching the area that counted as his front yard to find the source of the sound and when he did, his eyes widened as he took in the scene. On one of the larger, flat rocks that was partially submerged in the pond in his yard, a couple were sprawled out together in the sun, completely lost in each other as they kissed and caressed. He vaguely recognized the satyr, as he had moved to his forest as a teenager seeking a safe home after the loss of his family, but he knew the water nymph well because she was part of the group that called his pond home. His eyes found them just in time to watch the satyr trail kisses from the nymph’s mouth down her neck to her chest. He watched for a brief moment but turned his gaze away right as the satyr started laving kisses and bites all over the nymph’s breasts.
When he refocused on her, he found Phrixia had hidden her face against his chest again. He was concerned and confused for a moment, but then he suddenly realized this was probably shocking to her. He knew enough about her life to know she was sheltered for part of her life and despite her age and previous relationships, few though there were, she still had much to learn. About herself and about sex in general. Immediately after that realization came another, and he wrapped his arms around her. He rubbed his chin across the top of her head and reassured her, “They know we’re watching.”
She froze against him, then raised her head slightly. “They do?” She sounded hesitant and uncertain, and he was again reminded that she was still new to the ways of his people, the rules of his forest.
He pulled her head up again and gave her a gentle smile, nodding. “They are in a public place, one of the most public places in the whole forest. They do so willingly, without any pretense of wanting privacy. They want to be seen, want to be watched.” He tilted his head and curiously asked, “I know the Underworld isn’t as much of a party place as Olympus, but surely exhibitionism exists down there?”
“It does, yes.” She scowled up at him before shyly looking away. “People are not as open about it, however. And if anyone did want to be watched, they certainly didn’t want me, of all people, watching.” She had many memories of stumbling across a couple, or group, tucked away in a dark corner while she was running from her guards. When she was younger, she’d not cared about them, more focused on running, but as she got older and curious she realized what she was interrupting. She had just as many memories of people, rather than being excited at being caught or eager for the opportunity to be watched, running away once they realized who she was. She felt something heavy and unpleasant settle in her belly just thinking about it and she shook her head violently to shake the memories away.
The reminder of how she was treated in her own home world angered him, as it did every time it was brought up, and he had to bite back the growl that threatened to slip free. He cleared his throat and settled for nuzzling her to comfort both of them. She responded by pushing into his touch, some of the tension melting from her face.
“You won’t have to worry about that here,” he assured her as he raised his head. “My people are not so picky about their audience, they are just happy to have one.” He waited for her to look up at him through her lashes before he smiled wickedly. “It’s exciting and heightens the pleasure, knowing that someone other than your partner finds their own pleasure in yours.”
He watched and waited as she processed his words. His smile grew when she licked her lips and tried to turn her head. He let her so she could look back at the couple, who were completely focused on each other and unaware of what was happening around them. In the few moments they’d been talking, the satyr had dropped into the water and situated himself on his knees so that it reached his waist, the view of his cock distorted in the water. He’d pulled the nymph to the edge of the rock and thrown her legs over his shoulders, her bottom raised up slightly to reach his face. Her upper body was sprawled out across the rock, her long blue hair trailed off the edges as the ends turned liquid and got lost in the pond itself. One hand was buried in the satyr’s hair, soaking his entire head, while the other was roaming over her own body to touch and tease herself. The nymph’s moans filled the silence, and as Pan was watching her closely, he saw it when Phrixia trembled in response.
He leaned closer to her until his nose touched her cheek. He cupped her face and turned her head back to him. He rubbed his thumb over her lips, his calloused skin gently scraping over her soft skin, and her mouth opened slightly as she sighed. Unable to resist, he slipped his thumb into her mouth, and she automatically closed her lips around it. He groaned at the warmth and then swore when she sucked on it, her eyes sliding shut. She opened them a second later, staring up at him as she gently teased. It was a pitiful example of what he knew she could do with her mouth, but it was enough to wring a low, growling moan from him. His reassurance had given her permission to enjoy the spectacle before them, and though she was still hesitant, she gave up fighting the arousal spreading through her. He could see it growing in her eyes and he moaned softly when she scraped her teeth across his skin.
“Do you still want to go back inside?” he asked, his voice trembling with a growl.
For a moment she continued to stare into his eyes, flicking her tongue all over his thumb. He recognized right away that it was the same move she did when she took him into her mouth and just the memory had his cock stirring. He stepped closer to her, pushing her against the wall. She bent backwards over the top of the wall slightly, causing the robe to slip a bit as her back arched and raised her breasts up, and pulled him closer by grabbing handfuls of fur at his waist. She finally released his thumb, gave it one last lick, then she shook her head. Pan groaned and crashed his mouth against hers, knocking her head backwards in his haste but she only moaned loudly.
She melted against him, kissed back with the same ferocity he gave. When his teeth nipped her lips, she bit his back. When his mouth, so much bigger than hers, threatened to smother her, she grabbed his beard and yanked on it until he pulled back slightly and let her take control. Having such control over such a powerful creature, a god no less, was always a heady feeling and she took full advantage of that power. When he grabbed her hip with one hand, she lifted both legs to hook them over his thighs, trusting him to hold her up. And he did just that, grabbing her other hip, his grip bruising in just the right way. The edge of the wall bit into her back but it was like a drop of water on a wildfire, unable to quell the desire surging through her. She rocked her body, rubbing herself against his stomach through the thin robe. She shrugged her shoulders repeatedly until it fell off her shoulders, baring her chest fully to his gaze.
Her breasts brushed against his skin and his attention was instantly on them. He tore his mouth from hers and bent himself further, showing off his surprising flexibility, and dropped his head down to her chest. She switched her hold to his hair, tangling her fingers into the blonde waves. She only had seconds to get a good grip before he nipped her, teeth brushing her skin just enough to leave a mark. She cried out, throwing her head back, as he soothed the spot with his tongue. She arched up into his mouth, pulled on his hair to get him closer, though it wasn’t possible. He growled in response and nipped her again, wringing another cry from her. He sucked on the spot for a moment before releasing her. When he lifted his head slightly and a bolt of possessive pleasure went straight through him to his cock when he saw the marks he’d left.
He licked over it, his long tongue brushing over her nipple with the action, and she moaned, trembling against him. As her moan faded, a cry rang out, ringing out across the yard. Both Pan and Phrixia turned their heads and looked over the wall in time to watch the nymph cry out again, writhing uncontrollably on the rock as she held on to the satyr’s horns. The satyr had her legs thrown over his arms instead of his shoulders now, spreading her thighs wide so that there was a clear view as he hungrily licked and sucked the nymph’s clit. He was holding the nymph with one hand, his palm flat on her belly to hold her in place, but his other was busy thrusting into the nymph. His fingers were curling inside her with familiarity, expertly bringing her even higher in her ecstasy as he teased the special spot inside her.
They were frozen in place, their desire that was pulsing through their bodies and back and forth between them was fueled by the sight. But after a moment, Pan dragged his gaze away first. He had something much better to look at, in his opinion. He watched Phrixia’s face as she watched, and he could see it on her face and feel it in her body how much she enjoyed it. Her mouth was open as she gasped in time with the nymph, her face raw and lips swollen from his kisses, enticing him to kiss her all over again. Her body moved against him without her even realizing, unintentionally teasing him further, and he could feel that the robe was thoroughly soaked between her thighs. Her cheeks were no longer just blushing and pink, now they were truly flushed red. Her eyes, shining before with desire, were now alight with it, so much so that it burned him even though she was looking elsewhere.
She let out a particularly loud moan, her mouth falling open further, and he couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. He dipped his head, surprised her with the sudden move, and he caught her sudden gasp in his mouth. They kissed sloppily, mouths open to each other so their tongues could dance, before he dragged his mouth away. She gasped, panted, and leaned her head back for him as he peppered kisses and bites along her jaw and down her neck. He paused over the pulse in her throat, letting her skin bump against his tongue, before he moved back down to her chest.
He licked over the bright, red marks he’d left on her breast and then pulled the nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard on it, wringing a moan from her, before he lightly nipped it with his teeth. She cried out then and yanked hard on his hair. The sting went from his scalp down to his cock and he bucked his hips. His cock, hanging down despite being fully erect because it was just so heavy, bumped against her bottom and they both groaned, frustrated because that wasn’t where they needed it. She let go of his hair and while he continued teasing her breast, she reached between their bodies and clumsily shoved the robe out of the way. She raised herself up slightly so she could reach him, and his cock jumped when her fingers found it. She wrapped her fingers as far around it as they could reach and gave it one long stroke up and down then lifted it so it was standing upright. Pan growled softly at the touch, his chest rumbling, and he pulled off of her nipple so he could bite her other breast.
She shouted, her fingers tightened around him, and he accidentally bit down harder in response to the sudden pressure. He raised his head and soothed the spot with his tongue, unable to stop the soft, apologetic croon that slipped out. Phrixia instantly touched his face with her free hand, and she lifted his head so he could see her reassuring smile. He returned the smile and licked over the bite again before lifting up further to lick her lips. She giggled and playfully pushed his head away, so he once again trailed kisses down her neck to her chest. He brought one of his hands up to cup her breast, his palm so large it engulfed it entirely as his rough fingers squeezed her soft flesh. Moaning, she arched into it as he squeezed, careful of the marks he’d left.
Dropping her head back so that she had to close her eyes against the sun, she slipped her hand back into his hair and then grabbed the base of the horn on the side of his head. Knowing just how to tease him, she danced her fingers along his shaft and around his horn, teasing the sensitive skin on both expertly. His body rumbled with the force of his growl, and she answered it with a full body shiver and a drawn-out moan.
Deciding that two could play that game, he slipped his hand from her hip around to her ass. She tensed for a moment before she relaxed, knowing he still had her. Her whole bottom fit into his hand and he squeezed it appreciatively before he slipped his fingers between her cheeks. She spread her legs higher, raised them higher up his thighs, silently inviting his touch, and he accepted the invitation without hesitation. His fingers slipped through her folds, and they were instantly seared by the heat coming from her. She cried out when he touched her, tried to push down with her hips to get closer, but it was useless. He teased her with the same familiarity she showed him, rubbing and stroking in all the right places just the way she liked. It quickly became a little competition between them, trying to make the other lose their composure, to see which one of them lost their control first.
It was ultimately Pan who lost as he suddenly found himself on the brink just from her fingers alone. Cursing, he forced himself to stop moving, both his hips and his hands, and he shoved his head into her neck. Phrixia froze immediately, sensing that he needed a moment. She loosely wrapped her fingers around him and stopped moving, then pulled her hand away from his horn. She dug her fingers into his hair, and he sighed, pushing his head into her touch as she gently scratched his scalp.
They stayed like that for a long moment, calming down together, until a loud scream pierced the air. They both raised their heads simultaneously and looked over the wall. While they’d not been watching, the nymph and satyr had changed positions. She was now bent over the rock, legs spread wide before they became one with the water, so the satyr could fit behind her, thrusting into her so furiously the waves in the pond looked as angry as the ocean. They watched for a few seconds before Phrixia whispered, her voice suddenly in his ear, “Do you want to take me like that?”
Caught off guard by the unexpected question, Pan choked on his breath, coughed and cleared his throat, then hoarsely replied, “By the gods, woman.”
Phrixia chuckled and playfully tugged on his hair. “It’s just the one god I’d prefer, actually.” She grabbed his horn again and gave it a tug, too, then slid her fingers back down to the base and gently pressed on the skin there. That little touch shattered the last of his control. He growled, deep in his throat, and grabbed her waist. In one fast move, he ripped the robe from her, swung her around, set her on her feet, and then bent her over the wall. Laughing, she braced her hands on the edge and let him maneuver her how he wanted. He spread her legs wide and then dropped down to the floor. He pulled her out from the wall a few steps and slid into place, on his back but leaning against the wall, raised up just enough so that when he pulled her forward his mouth was in the perfect position.
She cried out at the first touch of his tongue, slipping in between her folds just like his fingers had. It was long and firm, wet and warm against her, and he moved it with amazing dexterity. In less than a minute she was shaking and moaning, leaning against the wall fully and trusting him to hold her up. Which he did, with both hands squeezing and groping her ass as he licked and sucked all over. When he suddenly thrust his tongue into her, she threw her head back and screamed. It wasn’t as good as having his cock inside her, it didn’t stretch her near as much and it wasn’t as firm, but it was hot and moved in ways his cock couldn’t, touched places inside that his cock couldn’t.
After all his teasing just moments before and the show she’d been treated to out in the yard, it was more than enough to have her whole body imploding and falling apart. Her legs trembled then abruptly gave out on her. She fell as her orgasm exploded within her, but he held her up through it. His hold was strong and firm, even as he continued touching and teasing her, dragging her orgasm out until she grabbed his horns and tried to pull him away. He followed the silent plea, gave her mercy for the moment, and waited until she could stand on her own before he pulled himself out from under her.
He leaned over her, his chest to her back, and put his hands next to hers on the wall, bracing her between his arms again. He nipped the tip of her ear and growled, “Do you want me to take you like that?” She moaned in response, partially from the growl and partially from him using her words against her, but she was too impatient now to banter with him. She nodded frantically and pushed back against him. His cock rubbed against her ass, and he bucked his hips with a low moan. She reached behind her, spread her legs, and directed his cock where she needed it. He bit back a moan through clenched teeth and his body trembled from his effort to remain still when she slowly slid onto him.
She dropped her head with a gasp as he filled her. His cock stretched her, burning in the most delicious way, and she felt it making space for itself inside her body. She whined and stopped when she’d taken him halfway, giving them both a moment. She squeezed him tight and hot, and he was gripping the edge of the wall so hard, the stone creaked under his fingers. She was no better, whining needily despite her effort to stay still. She couldn’t stop moving her hips completely, making small circles just to get some sort of friction if she couldn’t take him deeper.
They lasted until there was another scream from the pond below. Like a switch had been flipped, Pan and Phrixia moved together. She pushed backwards as he thrust into her. Their bodies crashed together, wringing their own sounds of pleasure from both of them. She threw her head back and arched her back to the point of pain, standing up on her toes as she struggled to meet his thrusts. The stone of the wall cracked under his fingers, and he snapped his teeth, just barely refraining from biting her neck. His body moved fast, using the same impossible speed he used to run through his forest to fuck her, and despite her efforts to move with him, she could only hold still and brace herself to meet his thrusts.
She wasn’t complaining though, far from it. She panted, gasped, and shouted with each thrust, barely able to take a breath in between, and at some point, she dropped onto the wall. Holding onto the edge tight, her chest and head were suspended over the air, and she found herself staring down at the ground whenever she opened her eyes. Except for those moments when she happened to look up and her eyes locked onto the couple at the pond. She noted, with some satisfaction, that the tables had turned, as the nymph and satyr had stopped to stare up at them.
She closed her eyes and moaned, “They’re watching.” Just the thought of being watched had seemed exciting, but now that it was happening, she was shocked at how it intensified the pleasure. She wasn’t sure he heard her, until he laid his body over hers, pressing his weight on her, and dropped his head next to hers.
His breath was hot in her ear as he replied, “Let them watch.” He growled and bit her ear, wringing a cry from Phrixia. His next words were more snarl than speech, but she understood all the same. “Let them see how I make you mine, and how you make me mine. Let them all see, and hear, that we belong to each other.”
She keened at his words and her hand reached behind her, blindly grabbing onto his hair. When she found it, she pulled him to her and searched for his mouth. She found it and pressed her lips to his. Their kiss was messy and clumsy, their bodies moving too fast and frenzied for them to stay connected, but it was enough. She whimpered his name against his lips, “Pan, Pan, Pan,” and his answering moan rumbled through his body to his cock, vibrating deep inside her. She shook as that threatened to send her over the edge, her legs gave out, and if it weren’t for his cock, she would have fallen completely.
He let go of the wall with one hand and grabbed her hip, holding her up so that her feet were off the floor, and with his hold on her he moved her up and down to meet his thrusts. He snapped his hips against her, barely pulling his cock out before he slammed back into her. It was a tumultuous pace, gentleness was an impossibility for either of them, as the fire was spreading through them too fast. His grip turned bruising, bringing another bit of pain that only fueled the incredible pleasure.
Suddenly, his hand moved, his fingers reaching across her belly to her mound and then further down. With her legs spread wide, it was only too easy for him to find her clit. At the first touch, the first stroke, Phrixia’s breath caught in her throat, choking on her sudden scream. With the second, the shaking intensified and she managed to such in a lungful of air. The third, her body jerked, and the scream found its way out of her throat as her orgasm ripped its way through her.
As she lost herself in the waves overwhelming her, the sudden tightening of her walls on his cock sent him over. He shouted her name into the open air and thrust himself into her for the last time, his body pressing her painfully into the wall to get as close as possible, and he trembled against her, filling her. It burned, deep inside her, but it was welcome heat, a heat that she welcomed and enjoyed. She let her head hang and slumped over the wall, weakly panting as her body milked his cock for everything it had.
It took them a long while to come down from their highs, dragging them both out as they stayed locked together and their bodies inadvertently continued teasing each other with aftershocks. Finally, they both became too sensitive, and the pleasure turned into real discomfort. Pan carefully pulled himself out of her, catching her when her legs wouldn’t hold her up. He wrapped his arms around her and sank to the floor, turning so he could lean his back against the wall. She weakly turned in his arms and cuddled against his chest with a soft sigh. He nuzzled her hair with his chin, then kissed the top of her head.
They stayed like that for several more minutes, enjoying the quiet and the peace that they found by just being together. At some point though, Phrixia lifted herself up enough to see over the wall. Chuckling, she lowered herself back down to lay on his chest again. Before he could ask, she said, “They’re gone.”
He didn’t even look, he just shrugged and replied, “I think they finished before us.”
She tilted her head and pouted at him. “That’s not fair, they got a head start.”
Shocked by her comment, he was speechless for a moment. When he understood what she meant, he leaned his head back and laughed, loud and booming. “It’s not a competition, little nymph.”
Laughing with him, she rested her cheek over his heart. “That’s quitter talk.” His chest thumped under her ear with each heartbeat.
He ran his fingers through her hair, gently playing with it. “Next time we can talk to them and make a game of it then.”