Pan’s dick sat heavy in my palm. I tried to wrap my fingers fully around it but couldn’t. It had girth and its uneven texture, the bumps and hollows, made it seem even wider.
But as Pan rubbed mercilessly tight, precise circles over my clit, I lost all interest in analyzing his cock.
I wanted it inside me.
He lifted my leg higher, opening me wider, and pulled back. As he looked at my face, then down at my hand on his cock, his expression morphed into something wild and primal. His hair became an unruly mane, his beard grew scraggly, his eyes filled with mad passion.
He bared his teeth in a feral grin.
I let go of his cock and he pushed it inside me, watching with primal intensity as it slid deeper, inch by inch by inch.
I gasped and panted, because his girth stretched me so wide, filling my pussy to the brim with his hard, throbbing presence. It was a tight fit, much too tight, and I would have stopped him but for the mind-blowing pleasure.
The protrusions marking his length dragged and pushed against sensitive nerve endings I didn’t even know I had.
When Pan bottomed out inside me, our hips pressed together, his cock touched all the right points, and my pussy clenched and undulated around him with the unbearable pressure building inside me.
Pan pulled back and thrust hard, packing me too full, and I cried out, my head lolling back. My pussy gripped him harder, and pleasure bloomed so intense I could mistake it for pain. The only difference being… I never wanted this to end.
He thrust again with a snarl, and my body filled with music. The impossible sounds burst within me like a glowing crescendo, a fire burned in my lower belly and radiated to my chest, legs, and hands.
With every thrust, the song built, a symphony of reverberating sensations, and I flew among the stars. The sweet music burned, each note driving me higher. My body lightened, its function reduced to receiving pleasure.
When the first orgasm rolled through me, my screams complemented the song as it built, rising stronger and more powerful. Pan’s hands gripped my ass, his skin sliding against my skin, his voice pure lust.
“Not yet. You will take it all,” he said, or sang, or roared. Sound had turned into touch, touch had turned into melody. “You will take all my music and sing for me. Your voice is so beautiful.”
And I tumbled down into a well of sound, my body an instrument. Pan filled me with the drumbeat of his thrusts. The slick, even rhythm of his cock slid in and out of me, and fire crackled inside.
Pan spread my ass cheeks wide, thrusting harder. The music swelled, and I pulsed around him. My cries and moans were overshadowed by the melody, wave after wave of ecstasy. I soared again, my body gold glitter carried by the winds into the night sky.
I was nothing, and yet, I was everything.
Pan thrust into me with one last musical groan and stilled. I felt each spasm of his thick cock as he emptied himself inside me, spurt after spurt. I collapsed in his arms, and he held meclose, my cheek pressed to his neck, his pulse in sync with the drumbeat of my heart.
When my breath slowed, he stepped away. As his dick slid out of my pussy, leaving it relaxed and thrumming with the aftershocks, his cum slid down my thighs. A few drops landed on the grass and glistened there, dark as ink.
I couldn’t stare at it, though, because Pan gripped my hair and pulled my head back to look at his face. It was wild, his sharp teeth bared in a mad grin, fiery sparkles playing in his smoky eyes.
“Run, little nymph. And when I catch you, you will serve me as I wish.”
In one heartbeat, the lovely, warm afterglow zinged into excitement. Pan leaned closer and licked my skin in one long stroke of his tongue, tasting the sweat running down my neck. He let go of my hair and stepped away, his eyes glowing like embers.
“Now.”
The urge to flee overrode everything else. My excitement tasted like fear, cold and metallic on my tongue, electrifying my limbs with strength.
I ran.
Pan’s laughter behind me rang wild and unhinged, and I couldn’t help it—I screamed. As true panic gripped me, I sped through the forest, instinctively choosing my path between the lantern-lit trees.
There was no one else in sight. I was alone, fleeing through magical woods, my mythical lover on my heels, his laughter haunting my every step.
I stumbled and regained my balance with a gasp, heart hammering in my chest. Running faster, my skin poured with cold sweat. The trees grew denser until I reentered the maze.I ran down a narrow path, impossibly tall hedges crowding me from both sides.
The maze was well lit by glowing orbs hovering high overhead, spilling gold light onto the grass beneath my feet.
Pan’s laughter followed me, now further away, and I slowed with relief. Stepping quietly now, I reached a fork and chose the right path, moving further from Pan’s voice.