0 comments/ 5704 views/ 3 favorites Pan's Lesson Ch. 01 By: Golden_Princess An erotic short story by Golden_Princess ********** Warning: Rated MA for very explicit M/F (Part 1) and F/F imagery (Part 2). For mature adults only (18+) Summary: A slightly fantasy-ish tale of two ladies that, with the help of a pagan god, realize they have a tad more than friendship between them. Tags: romance, fantasy, bisexual, heterosexual, lesbian, erotica, ravishment Pairings: male/female (slight coercion, maledom), female/female (first-time for one character) This story is a bit on the long-ish side and there's a fair bit of character/mood development before some action starts. Figure I'd let you know in case you're looking for more of a quickie, but I personally get more turned on by stories that don't delve too quickly into the shmexy. Sorry if that's not your thing!! The ladies are original characters not based off of any established body of fiction. Pan is of course based on, well, Pan (Faunus, Cernunnos, etc). The story was inspired by a couple of real events in my own life and an erotic lucid dream. It came together while listening to Faun's album, Eden, particularly the tracks, "Hymn to Pan" (that's where the poem in the story is from) and "Alba". It's an awesome band -- I highly recommend you check them out. ********** PART 1 of 2 Jane could smell the woods as she walked through them. That earthy, mossy fragrance, full of moisture and slight, sweet decay, was both familiar and foreign. How sad, she thought, that such a smell should be so rare in day-to-day life, and Jane wondered why she didn't venture out here more often. Nevertheless, the rarity of her visits made the woods feel anew each time, and all the more enchanting. Tall conifer trees with thickly fissured, ochre-coloured bark stood still and silent on this particularly windless morning. Lush ferns and shrubs filled the spaces between the great trunks, content with the dregs of water and sunlight left unused by their imposing cousins. Bright summer rays penetrated the canopy, visible columns like reaching angels' fingers in the humid air. As far as Jane was concerned, temperate rainforest had no equal among earth's biomes, but as a native British Columbian she may have been a bit biased. Aliyah was ahead of Jane, prancing along the trail jovially, ebony locks bouncing over the back and shoulders of her forest green t-shirt. The mystical atmosphere of the woods was getting to her it seemed. Though they had been friends for just over two years, Aliyah had only moved out west a few months ago from Montreal to start an astrophysics degree at the University of British Columbia. As such, most of their relationship had developed through digital correspondence and sporadic mutual visits across the country. They had met by chance while on a storm-watching tour up in the more mountainous regions of the province, and had bonded immediately over a discussion about Coast Salish mythology, which happened to be Jane's specialty. She chuckled at the memory of the two of them enraptured in their own geekiness while a few of the other tour guests politely backed out of the conversation to talk about more "interesting" things. "Come on!" Aliyah playfully called to Jane, who couldn't help but smile and chase after her. "Slow down!" she shouted, running out of breath. "You don't know the way!" Aliyah stopped at that and waited for Jane to catch up. Jane didn't like running nearly as much as Aliyah did, but she had to admit, bounding through the forest like some wild animal was kind of fun. And anyways, Jane always thought Aliyah pranced more than ran. Yes, that was exactly the right word. Aliyah despised jogging or running for exercise or competition. No, she ran only when she felt like it, just for fun. A giddy kind of energy simply compelled her to at odd moments. Even now, as Jane approached, she was hopping about leisurely around the trees. "What are you doing?" Jane laughed. "Prancing!" Aliyah answered. She had taken to the word when she had first learned it from Jane, and loved finding excuses to say it (though fluent in both French and English, there were still odd bits of English vocabulary Aliyah hadn't come across before). "It just kind of seems appropriate," she continued. "It's not often you come across places like this, that give you a kind of magical feeling, like a fairy-tale. The season, the weather, the light... they're all just right, aren't they?" "Yeah, I know what you mean," Jane agreed, "but wait 'till you see the waterfall." "Well then, on y va! All the prancing is getting me ready for a good swim..." Indeed, Jane thought, and wished she'd pulled on a different colour tank-top that morning. The black one she had ended up choosing was starting to get uncomfortably damp. Together they continued along a narrower side-trail, Jane in the lead. Finally, they heard the sound of running water, and shortly afterwards emerged through a break in the trees into a decently sized glade. A river spilled over a gentle waterfall into a wide pool before continuing on into the forest. The water, struck by unimpeded sunlight, bubbled and sparkled at the base of the falls. Grass had managed to gain a foothold on the open, treeless riverbanks, and grew bright green and dense, just begging to be lain upon. "Oh! This is perfect!" Aliyah exclaimed, and Jane smiled. She knew this little day trip would be exactly Aliyah's kind of thing, but beamed at her friend's approval nonetheless. "Yep, and it's all for us," Jane added. "No one else really comes here, especially not on weekdays." The two women made their way to the base of a large tree on the glade's perimeter and sat with their backs against it, simply enjoying the scene for a time in comfortable silence. "You can almost hear Pan's flute off in the distance," Aliyah said wistfully. "Sorry?" asked Jane, confused. "You know, the pagan god from Greek and Roman myth," she elaborated. "Oh!" Jane exclaimed in understanding. "Yes, I suppose this would be his kind of place. Deep forest, lots of life and nature, two beautiful women all alone..." "Hmm..." Aliyah giggled. "He's also supposed to like music... Maybe he would like to listen to mine," and she took a small flute out of her pack, a worn-looking Irish tin whistle. Softly she began a bright, fanciful tune, and Jane leaned back and closed her eyes, sighing contentedly. This really is a perfect day, she thought, and in her mind she pictured the faun himself becoming drawn by the music and curiously watching them from some vantage point in the trees unseen. So vivid was her imagination that Jane spooked herself into feeling like she was actually being watched, and she shot up, eyes snapping open quickly. Aliyah stopped her playing and looked over at her. "Ça va bien?" she asked. "Yeah, silly of me... for a moment I imagined some creature was really watching us and freaked myself out." Aliyah laughed affectionately, "Oh, you." Jane blushed and looked away briefly. In that moment, the affection on Aliyah's face seemed especially raw and Jane was struck by how beautiful her friend actually was. Her black hair hung loose and soft, shining with a hazy lustre in the sun. Her pupils were tightly constricted in the light, showing off hazel irises that shimmered through amber and green with the slight movements of her eyes. Just as Jane was about to become lost in them she noticed the direction of their gaze, towards the top of her head. Jane looked up, arching her brows. "What, is there something on my head?" she asked worriedly. "No," Aliyah answered quietly, "Your hair... It's become all strawberry in the sunlight," and she gently reached up with her hand and caressed the locks hanging down over Jane's temple. "Yes, it does that," Jane stammered, blushing again. "It looks blonde most of the time, but it does have a reddish highlight." She bashfully recalled an earlier conversation where Aliyah had admitted that she had a weakness for redheads, but Jane had been too shy to bring up this particular quirk with her own hair at the time. There was something electric in the air as their gazes shifted onto each other again. When Aliyah had reached out to touch her hair she had leaned in a bit closer, and now Jane caught a whiff of something sweet, almost candy-like... Or rather, if the fragrance of jasmine was ever incorporated into a candy flavour, that's what Jane thought it might smell like... sort of. She couldn't really put her finger on it. The unique fragrance blended with the light sweat Aliyah had worked up earlier on the trail and the woodsy smell all around them. The combination was rather intoxicating. Yep, this is certainly a Pan sort of place, she thought. "Are you wearing some kind of perfume?" Jane asked dazedly. "Not a perfume, a body oil." "Well... you smell really good," Jane blurted, and then it was Aliyah's turn to blush. "Why, thank you," she said charmingly before deflecting, "So, how about that swim? Shall we frolic like nymphs under the waterfall?" 'Frolic' was another English word that Aliyah had become fascinated by, and it was made all the more endearing by her light Quebecois accent. "Frolicking sounds like an excellent idea," Jane agreed, "though in keeping with the enchanted, fairy-tale-like spirit of our morning, it seems almost wrong not to go nude." Jane had no idea what made her suggest such a thing, and looked away embarrassed from the amused expression on Aliyah's face. "You're perfectly welcome to," she smirked. "There will be no complaints from me." "What, you mean you'd let me do it alone?" "Ah, so you're trying to get *me* naked. I see how it is," Aliyah teased, "but to be serious, I'm totally fine with it. I actually like being naked when it's allowed. You know, on certain kinds of beaches... or spas. I think I could like living in a nudist colony," she boasted. "Ha! Well, you know what they say, 'actions speak louder than words do!'" Aliyah stared at Jane, wordlessly accepting the challenge, and promptly stood up. She walked a ways towards the water and then nonchalantly began to undress. In a couple of minutes, her boots, socks, jeans, t-shirt and underwear lay in a scruffy pile on the grass, and the petite canadienne was buck naked, climbing onto a large rock that jutted slightly out over the pool. Somehow, Jane hadn't really thought Aliyah would actually do it, but in retrospect she should have known better. The woman oozed body confidence, and certainly not without reason, Jane thought as she watched her friend's curvy, but svelte form glide on hands and feet over the rocks. Bare feet forced her movements to be particularly gracile, and the sun's play of light and shadow highlighted her Mediterranean skin and petite muscles. The curving spine, the faint relief of ribs, limbs alternately stretching and bending.... Yes, the artistic obsession with the human form that the ancient Greek and Renaissance sculptors were so famous for was completely understandable. In fact, she thought many of those classical pieces were infinitely more erotic than any of the shallow performances and ridiculous, plastic-like bodies that seemed to be a staple in modern porn. She'd take Canova's Psyche and Cupid over Jenna Jameson any day. What is wrong with the world? Jane thought as she admired her friend, now perched on the rock's edge. "Well, are you coming or not?" Aliyah called as she stood up and turned to face Jane. "You're so... shamelessly human!" Jane called back incredulously, taking in Aliyah's body in its full frontal glory. "So are you! Now come on!" and she canon-balled into the water. Jane steeled herself with courage and followed suite, leaving her clothes in a pile next to Aliyah's on the grass, her swimsuit lying forgotten in her backpack. She preferred not to jump however, and timidly approached the river bank. "Is it cold?" she asked. "Come and find out!" Aliyah's head bobbed a ways off. Gingerly, Jane inched her way in. It was chilly, but not uncomfortably so once her skin got used to it. She was almost waist deep. The worst part is your belly button, she thought and grimaced. "Too slow!" Aliyah shouted and heaved a violent splash of water onto her. "You!" Jane squealed, and futilely splashed back at the already acclimatized Aliyah. Nevertheless, it was the start of a water battle that took them all over the pool. In the midst of their fun, Jane quickly lost all remnants of apprehension about being nude. Frolicking nymphs indeed, Jane thought as they brought their splash assaults to a truce and swam leisurely towards the falls. They enjoyed the feel of the water, made pleasantly heavy by gravity, as it tumbled over them, massaging their necks and shoulders. "Ah, no one should die without experiencing something like this," Aliyah sighed. "Word," agreed Jane, "but I'm starting to get a tad chilly, so I think I'll go lounge on the grass for a bit." Aliyah nodded, obviously content to stay for a space longer. Jane flopped belly-up onto the grass (it really was quite soft) a short distance from the tree they had rested against earlier and covered her eyes with her tank-top. The black colour turned out to be useful after all. Meanwhile, Aliyah moved back out of the falls and did a few leisurely lengths around the pool. Silently, she pondered her friend's unexpected suggestion that they swim naked. Aliyah had made it no secret when they first got to know each other that she was interested in both men and women sexually, and often playfully flirted with Jane just as she did with her other close friends. Jane, on the other hand, had made it clear that she was straight; stating she had never personally felt sexually attracted to other women, but had no prejudice or repulsion towards homosexuality in general. It had come up naturally in conversation, and so Aliyah had never bothered or even thought of trying to ask Jane out or pursue her romantically. She certainly thought Jane was attractive and made no effort to hide it, but was content to let the friendship grow naturally. In that sense Aliyah was perhaps a bit unique. For her, sexual intimacy was much decoupled from romance. She often felt compelled to express her affection towards her closest friends in physically intimate ways even though she wasn't romantically interested in them. Lately, however, Jane had been responding more to Aliyah's flirting, returning with flirts of her own or making suggestive jokes. She was also finding excuses to ask Aliyah questions about intimacy with other women; how it felt to be attracted to other women and how it was different from being attracted to men. Aliyah always answered honestly and as objectively as possible, but wondered at her friend's seemingly sudden curiosity. And then there was today: the way she had responded to Aliyah's touch, the look of desire she had seen in her eyes afterwards, and of course, wanting to bathe nude. Hum, maybe Pan really is making mischief in these woods today, she thought. Eventually, the cold got to Aliyah as well and she made her way out of the pool and up the river bank. Jane was sprawled on the grass and Aliyah paused to admire her body. Her friend was curvier and suppler than she was, and for an instant Aliyah was self-conscious of her skinny limbs and leaner build. Still, she did have generous hips, a decent ass, and her breasts, while not overly small were in proportion with her torso, round and perky. Jane was generous in these areas as well, and Aliyah licked her lips unconsciously as she watched her friend's breasts rise and fall with each breath, her gaze moving over creamy abs to the strawberry patch between her legs. Those curls were most definitely of a reddish hue, and Aliyah flushed in spite of herself. Jane, having heard Aliyah approach or just sensitive to being watched, lifted the tank-top off her face and gave a light gasp. Her blue eyes went wide as they looked Aliyah up and down, pausing when they reached the glistening black curls below her waist. Aliyah blushed and realized she must be rather a site, dripping wet in the sun as she was. "Like what you see?" she teased, grinning. "I could ask you the same thing," Jane smirked, raising an eyebrow. Spock-face, Aliyah called it, and she thought it was the most adorable thing in the world. "You know I do," Aliyah answered coyly, and lay down a few metres away, her head cradled in a crook at the base of the tree they had rested against earlier. Yes, there's definitely something going on with Jane, Aliyah thought. As she settled into the soft grass she wondered whether or not to bring it up with her later. How would she raise the subject? Was it worth it, or would it just make their rapidly growing friendship awkward? She looked over at Jane, and saw that she had returned to sleep, the dark tank-top back over her eyes. Aliyah too began to feel drowsy, and realized her thoughts were too heavy for her currently addled brain to handle, so she let them go for now and closed her eyes. As sleep gradually claimed her she played a quiet tune in her head... Listen now Great Pan he calls us From the green wood in his grove 'neath the waxing moon above us Hear his clear flute sweet and low Follow in the dance he's leading Circle 'round the fire's glow Come and drink the wine he pours us From the tangled vines that grow Listen now and I shall follow Listen now and I may follow... She could hear the flute's melody in her head clearly, so clear, in fact, it almost sounded as if... Aliyah's eyes opened abruptly though she didn't move, her body still lethargic from sleep. Sometimes in that weird limbo between dreams and wakefulness, sensations and sounds had a peculiar quality, as if they came from outside the mind. Aliyah strained her ears and heard the very faintest of tunes from a flute, but she still couldn't be sure if they were in her head or off in the distance somewhere. Slowly, as she returned to complete wakefulness the music faded away completely. Must have been in my head, she thought, but just as she was about to nod off again, Aliyah caught a flash of movement out towards the falls on the rocks near their peak... a glimpse of horns... some kind of animal? More alert now, Aliyah raised herself up onto her elbows to look out over the pool, and then suddenly he was there! Inching towards her, almost timidly, was a man, naked as herself! Stepping silently and approaching from below the rise of the riverbank she hadn't seen him until he was almost upon her. Aliyah gasped and sat up fully, calling out to Jane in warning. The man winced, almost as if spooked by the noise, and pointed towards Jane. Aliyah looked over and saw that her friend was somehow still asleep. She turned back to the man and he brought the index finger of his other hand to his lips, a concerned expression on his face. Aliyah watched him, stiff with apprehension, and yet she somehow couldn't bring herself to be afraid. There was something non-threatening in his demeanour... not benevolence so much as childlike playfulness. His clear face was youthful but angled, framed by chocolate brown curls. Wide, deep brown eyes stared into hers, twinkling mischievously. His skin was very pale, but tinged a healthy peach. He was bare-chested but for a small tuft at his sternum that tapered to a thin trail along his toned abdomen. Aliyah couldn't help but follow its path downward with her eyes where it splayed out generously below his hip bones, thick and coarse. Her heart beat faster at the sight of his cock, which was rather large even in its currently flaccid state, nestled atop a pair of equally impressive balls. While the man's torso and arms were only lightly furred, his legs were generously coated in fine wisps of hair, the same chocolate brown as on his head. Pan's Lesson Ch. 01 Slowly, still slightly crouched, he stepped towards her. His hesitance was almost like a deer's, and against her better judgement, Aliyah found herself relaxing her posture, subconsciously inviting him to come closer. As the strange man approached, she felt a heady sensation in her brain, and like bleeding watercolours, her surroundings melted away from her awareness. As if in a dream, only he was in focus, and she couldn't take her eyes off him. She shivered slightly when he was close enough for her to feel his body heat, and she squirmed when she saw the beating pulse at his neck, and thought of the hot, wild blood that must be surging through his arteries. Virility and masculinity practically seeped off of him. Aliyah gazed back down to his groin and she noticed his member was gradually becoming erect. She stared unabashedly as muscles clenched and rippled, tightening the sac around his balls, drawing them upward... as flesh engorged and stretched, pushing the head of his cock, glistening, out of its sheath of skin... as small drips of liquid beaded at its tip... Aliyah's lips parted unconsciously before she caught herself staring, and snapped her gaze back to the strange man's face. As she did so, however, her vision flashed. For a moment it seemed as if the man's legs were much hairier and positioned in an odd stance, that the curls on his head were much wilder, that horns protruded from them, twisting back like a ram's... and his eyes.... were alight with flame.... In an instant the vision was gone and she was gazing into brown eyes again, but her body had once more stiffened in apprehension. The man's eyes twinkled and his lips slowly curved into a knowing, lascivious smile. Aliyah's heart raced and she inched jerkily backwards towards the tree behind her as he leaned closer. He paused at her movement and gave her a faintly predatory grin, as if enticed by her nervousness. He was almost kneeling at her feet now, but instead of continuing to lean forward he instead reached out a hand, caressing her leg. Aliyah shuddered at the contact, and the reality of his intentions and her own nakedness surged to the front of her awareness. She couldn't think rationally or clearly, however, and some primal, base part of her psyche seemed to take over all of her thoughts and actions. If Aliyah didn't know any better she'd think she was dreaming, still asleep beneath the tree next to Jane, but this was far too vivid and clear. Her senses had never been this heightened, this raw in a dream, had they? She gave a light whimper as he knelt over her, both his hands roaming up her legs now, squeezing lecherously once they reached her thighs. One hand came up from her legs to lie over her heart. Gently, but with an insisting firmness he pushed her back, forcing her to lie down. As she did so, Aliyah relinquished herself to the moment and to him. There was a kind of inevitability about the situation. He had marked her for himself the minute she began to play music, his music, in his woods. He had watched, waited, and was now simply taking what belonged to him. Aliyah, normally one to take initiative about most things in her life, and stubbornly independent, found herself actually relishing the thought of just letting go. Internally, she was stunned at her own docility. How could she just lie there for this random stranger who felt entitled enough to saunter over and feel up her naked body without so much as a 'please'? And yet, she wanted... no, *needed this*. There was aura of power about this mysterious creature, wild and fervent, that seemed to compel her to submit through force of will alone. Words were unnecessary. His whole being spoke to her, and a deep, dormant part of Aliyah understood and awoke in response, like a great serpent uncoiling in her core. He positioned himself with his hands on either side of her shoulders and arched over her possessively. Aliyah looked up into his eyes and whispered his name, *Pan*. A deep, quiet growl escaped his lips as he grinned, and his eyes flashed briefly before he lowered himself onto her. Aliyah gasped at the sensation of their full lengths pressed together, his weight delightfully warm and constricting against her torso. He lowered his head and began to kiss and nip the base of her neck, eliciting another whimper from Aliyah. His hands roamed over her sides, slipping between their bodies to cup her supple breasts. He moved his lips to hers and she opened eagerly as he sucked and gently bit them. Insistently, his tongue explored her mouth, and she responded hungrily with her own in a kind of exquisite battle. Aliyah arched her back as he pinched and tweaked her now hard, erect nipples, thrusting her chest into his hands. The faun ravished her mouth with extra vigor in approval. Aliyah could feel his throbbing erection pressed against her stomach and involuntarily bucked her hips as the heat between her legs grew steadily more intense. The pagan god raised himself slightly and shifted further down her body. He reached a hand over her heated mound, and ever so lightly ran a teasing finger along her slit. Aliyah inhaled sharply at the touch, and only then realized how insanely wet she was. Her juices glistened on his finger, and his salacious eyes twinkled as he gave her a prideful smirk. With a surge of lust, Aliyah grabbed his hand and sucked the coated finger clean, giving a small bite to the tip for good measure. She then insistently pushed the hand between her legs. His fingers played in her curls, gently tugging. Aliyah gripped his wrist as she tried to urge him on, her need increasing, but he only teased a finger over her slit again. There was a quick brush over her engorged clit, and only a shallow dip into her core, just enough to briefly spark the sensitive nerves at her opening. Aliyah gave an infuriated growl and began to squirm frantically in an effort to give her aching sex the contact it needed. The faun would have none of it, however, and he braced her legs apart with his thighs and shifted his weight forward so her hips were pressed into the ground, trapped. She could see his cock positioned maddeningly, less than an inch from her entrance. He purred as he bent down and began to ravish her breasts insatiably with his lips and tongue. Aliyah moaned and gripped the hair on the back of his head as his hand once again reached down and teased her. Crisse! She had never been driven to a desire this intense before! Gradually, he began to give her clit more direct attention, his fingers sliding, massaging her wetness. Her thighs burned when she tried to thrust into his hand, pinned as they were beneath him. Her futile thrashings only excited the god further and he gave her breasts a sudden squeeze. Her hands roamed through his hair, along his neck and back, as his tongue danced over a nipple. Finally he raised himself up, unpinning her. By now, Aliyah's pussy was soaking wet and hungrier that it had ever been in her entire life. The faun's cock was also incredibly hard, engorged to its full capacity, and Aliyah was both excited and slightly nervous about its girth. God or no, she doubted he had the strength to tease her further. With euphoric anticipation Aliyah opened herself, body and mind, as he properly mounted her, gently pressing apart her inner thighs, her calves curving over his hips. She ran her hands over his firm chest and abdomen appreciatively, playing first with the tuft of hair at his sternum and grazing her thumbs over his nipples. He growled in pleasure at her touch, and encouraged, she moved her hands lower, fingers snaking through the thicker hair. One hand moved to gently grip his shaft while the other slid down and cradled his balls. The god hissed and arched his head back in ecstasy as her hands stroked him slowly, careful not to drive him over the edge prematurely. Gently she positioned the tip of his cock at her opening. He throbbed, hard and surprisingly hot against her sensitive skin. Her hands reached up to his neck, caressing the corded muscles along its length. One hand slid up to cup his cheek while the other went to the back of his head, pulling him down to her. The god's hands grasped her hips possessively and he gave a quick, light thrust, testing her. The head of his cock only just stretched her opening, and Aliyah squealed in lustful agony, begging for more. He smiled at that, and his eyes twinkled mischievously as he repeated the motion. Aliyah hissed and grabbed his ass in an effort to push him into her, and when that failed she thrust her hips upwards, only to have him shift away out of reach. Frustrated she smacked his chest as he smiled smugly down at her. The bastard was enjoying how crazy he was driving her, and she could see in his eyes that it was a personal game of his, to find out how tightly he could string the women he ravished before they broke. Aliyah was completely in his power, her body only able to gain release at his whim, and all she could do was squirm frantically under him, which he of course took great delight in. He thrust teasingly again and again, in and out of her, as she writhed beneath him, but each time he pushed a little deeper. This was overloading the nerves at Aliyah's sensitive opening, and just when she thought she would pass out from sheer pleasure, the god slowly, achingly slid himself into her fully. Aliyah gasped as she felt every inch of him penetrate her, claiming her totally. She felt the hairs around his balls tickle the sensitive skin just below her stretched opening before their full weight smothered onto her, blissfully warm. His thickness was substantial, but Aliyah was so aroused she felt no discomfort, only exquisitely full. The faun grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them appreciatively before grinding into her, pulling her onto him as far as was humanly possible. The forceful motion caused Aliyah to shift even further underneath him on the grass, and she squeaked as her opening was stretched just a bit wider and the base of his cock grazed her clit. Aliyah grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily, impressed by his positioning. He smirked at her approval as if to say, 'I know I'm this good.' Then he finally began to pump into her properly, her hips rocking in motion with his as her legs curled around his waist. She moaned and gasped as with each pulse the base of his shaft rubbed against her clit. He raised himself off of her slightly and Aliyah saw him watching her breasts lightly bob up and down with each of his powerful thrusts. His hands ran up from her hips along her sides, thumbs brushing over nipples briefly before continuing upwards. She giggled when he reached ticklish spots just below her armpits and the faun purred affectionately. He pushed her arms up over her head, his hands pressing them down. Then he lowered himself again, just enough so that her rocking breasts lightly grazed his chest. His torso writhed as he playfully teased himself, purring and grinning happily. Aliyah could feel herself getting close to release, however, and wordlessly urged him to thrust more quickly by increasing the rhythm of her hips. The god responded immediately, pumping faster and harder. A deeper pleasure had been steadily building inside her, his thick cock putting a vital pressure onto her inner walls. There was an avalanche of her body's own drugs waiting behind a dam, waiting to cascade through her system like molten fire out of a volcano. Faster and faster he pounded, slamming into her, and Aliyah groaned, raking her nails over the god's back. Follow in the dance he's leading Then, like crashing into a brick wall, the edge zoomed up to meet her, and the next few instants seemed to occur in slow motion. Aliyah squeezed the god with her entire body, and her head arched back as her mouth opened in a silent scream. Flushed with a rapid wave of heat, she felt his eyes on her face and chest as her skin bloomed into a beet red and a fresh sheen of sweat coated her body. A hand lightly gripped her taught neck, wanting to feel the muscles straining, pushing her pulsing veins against her skin. She snarled in sheer lustful euphoria as her body convulsed over and over again involuntarily. Her powerful orgasmic bucks were being driven by combined clitoral and vaginal spasms, and this finally threw the ancient god over the edge also. He gave a loud snarl as he convulsed in spasms of his own, and Aliyah went over another wave as she felt his hot, painfully ready cock release his molten seed forcefully inside of her. His balls slapped against her frantically in his final thrusts, which were aided by Aliyah's orgasmic squeezes. In his last convulsion, the faun bit down on the fleshy trapezius muscle between her neck and shoulder, marking her, and she cried out in masochistic pleasure. He lifted his face, and seeing her own blood on his lips, she reared up and kissed him fiercely. Come and drink the wine he pours us Aliyah continued to convulse around him for a good few minutes even after his erection went soft within her. He waited patiently until her spasms slowly faded into little twitches before withdrawing. The deluge of chemicals flooding Aliyah's body dazed her intensely, and she was only drunkenly aware of the faun nestling down into the grass beside her, caressing her face and hair tenderly. Drowsiness quickly took over and heavy lids slowly gave way. As she drifted off into a very peaceful deep sleep, Aliyah heard Pan's hymn on the flute again, lulling her, growing steadily distant... Listen now and I shall follow Listen now and I may follow He had shown Aliyah to herself. He had awakened a hidden, sleeping goddess of a woman inside her psyche, and had dared Aliyah to embrace it. The woman she saw in the faun's flaming eyes was just as powerful, raw, and uninhibited as he was. There was no uncertainty, no hesitancy, and no hint of awkwardness or timidity. Aliyah had seen the great god, Pan, inside of herself both literally and figuratively, and in the latter case she realized that he had always been there. The thought made her feel a strange combination of thrilling fear and narcissistic arousal, almost as if she had watched herself lie with him in the third-person. As it turns out, someone else had indeed glimpsed Aliyah's primal side from that vantage... **To accommodate the labels on this site I will be posting part II in the Lesbian section. Watch that space (or my author profile)!