Page 48 of Song of Memories

"Fuck, Eurydice," Pan grunted, tucking his head in between her shoulder and neck. He inhaled deeply, tracing one hand up her side until he started pulling off her chiton. "You have no idea what you do to me. You've driven me to madness for five hundred years. Do you understand that?"

He punctuated his words with a roll of his hips. Eurydice gasped and dug her nails into Pan's back when his hard cock brushed against her entrance, only thin layers of fabric separating them.

"You're Pan," Eurydice sighed on an exhale, continuing to rock her hips upward in time with Pan's movements. "You've always been mad."

Pan supported his weight on one elbow and pulled at the knot on Eurydice's shoulder, wrenching the fabric away from her body. He followed suit, and for a few desperate moments there was nothing but the awkward rearranging of limbs and discarding of clothing. Pan and Eurydice were both sweating and frantic, as confused as they'd ever been before and searching for a clarity they didn't find but were willing to burn their lives apart in the process. Nothing else mattered in those rushed, cramped movements, desperate to get closer to one another to feel something, anything, to make the raging aches in their hearts go away.

"I've always been mad because of you," Pan grunted. He grabbed one of the cushions from behind Eurydice's head and tucked it under her back. It was a subtle gesture, simultaneously arousing Eurydice further and making her want to cry harder. Even in this rush to feel one another, to lose sight of everything happening for a few moments of connection, Pan was thinking of her, always.

Eurydice was nearly going out of her mind, feeling her innermost walls clenching around nothing and practically begging to feel Pan inside of her.

"Please," she whimpered, her eyes shuttering closed, "don't say another word, Pan. I need you inside of me."

“Whatever my wild thing wants,” Pan grunted in response. He grabbed Eurydice's thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist, positioning himself right at her entrance. Eurydice moaned again, and before she could open her mouth to demand he move, Pan thrust forward. Eurydice's mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and she tightened her grip on him, the blood in her veins turning to liquid fire. She relished in the stretch of him, prepared to savor the blur of pleasure and pain as her body wept to accommodate him.

Pan was panting heavily in Eurydice's ear, an incoherent babble of moans and a mess of whimpers as he refused to move until Eurydice's hands tangled in her curls.

"Please," she begged, "move, god, Pan, give it to me."

Pan only grunted in response before pulling backward and thrusting into her again. Eurydice gasped as he got a little farther, realizing that she hadn't taken him all the way the first time.

"Fuck." Eurydice pulled Pan's hair. "I don't know if I..."

"You can take it," Pan affirmed. He spoke to her in a low and soothing tone although his breath was still coming in choppy pants as he struggled to keep his composure. "I know you can take all of me, my love."

His sweet endearments mixed with the declarations he was making practically sent Eurydice over the edge right there. Pan started rocking his hips in shallow motions, working the rest of his length inside of her until finally he settled his hips against hers. Eurydice squeezed his leg tighter around Pan's waist. She knew the moment he was fully seated inside of her that she'd be ruined for anyone else.

"Move," Eurydice breathed. "Move!"

“That's my wild one,” Pan exhaled, pressing a series of kisses from Eurydice's neck to her forehead. He picked up the pace again and started rolling his hips against hers with shocking dexterity, the base of his cock brushing against her clit as he ground against her with every thrust.

"Fuck!" Eurydice gasped, moving her hands from Pan's curls to his horns and holding on tightly. He was working her body over like he'd already done this a thousand times before, somehow seemingly detecting what every sigh and hitch of her breath meant.

"You feel like heaven," Pan breathed, still keeping his perfect pace. "Who would've thought I'd have found heaven waiting for me past the gates of hell?"

"P-Pan." Eurydice felt the tears start to fall down her cheeks. She couldn't handle him talking this way to her, giving her everything she'd realized she'd always wanted to hear from his mouth, not Orpheus's.

"Come for me," Pan insisted, one of his hands finding her clit. "I need to see it. I need to feel it, Eurydice, to feel how you respond to me. My love, my Eurydice.”

"Oh, gods, Pan..." Eurydice's world was exploding around her, pieces of who she thought she was, her past and her future, scattered throughout the room.

"Now," Pan demanded with a sharp thrust of his hips, and Eurydice was coming. Her voice went out as her head fell back, and she screamed, her entire existence being reduced down to the overwhelming sensation of lightning and bliss pounding through her veins. Pan came with a roar, one hand grabbing out for the wooden frame of the bed and shaking the entire bed. Eurydice felt him release inside of her, and she knew for better or for worse, there would only ever be Pan for her.

Pan collapsed on the bed beside Eurydice, and neither of them said a word as they breathed through the aftershocks. Eurydice could still feel her thighs shaking. Pan seemed to notice that, and he placed one hand on her leg, gently rubbing it in a soothing motion. It did nothing to stop her body's tremors, but Pan seemed to only want to remind himself she was real. That had happened. She was beside him.

Eurydice knew she was going to ruin the moment, but she couldn't wait another second, keeping them both in the dark about where they would move forward after this.

"I don't know what I'm ready for," Eurydice blurted, fighting the urge to hide her face in her hands. She couldn't bear to look at Pan's face. "I don't know if I can be with you, long term. There's just been so much..."

"Stop," Pan commanded gently. He leaned over Eurydice and kissed her gently, as though he was slowly savoring every last second he had with her. "I understand."

Eurydice watched, flabbergasted, as Pan stood up and quickly dressed himself, slipping towards the door without another word.

"Wait!" Eurydice sat up, calling out to him before he could disappear. She started to cry, cursing the tears that ran down her cheeks. "I love you, Pan."

"I know." He smiled gently at her, his eyes wet and full of pain. "I love you too. When that is enough, you know where to find me."

Pan had disappeared down the stairs and out of Hecate's house before Eurydice even fully comprehended what he said.

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