Page 36 of Song of Memories

"Come on, my wild thing,” Pan purred. He trailed his lips across her thigh again, getting closer and closer to her core, dragging the stubble of his rough beard across her skin. Her skin was as delicate as petals, and Pan relished in the red beard burn that followed in his wake.

He grabbed the torn remnants of Eurydice's chiton and ripped them further, causing them to fall away. When all of her was revealed to Pan, his brain completely cut out. Eurydice looked like she was carved by the gods, only for him, curvy and soft all over. Pan leaned down and sucked a bruise at the junction of her thigh and hip, making Eurydice cry out.

"I'm going to send you back to that fucking poet with my beard burn on your thighs, Eurydice."

She only moaned in response, her hands surging forward and grabbing hold of Pan's horns. She gripped them tight, maneuvering Pan until he was in front of her weeping pussy.

"Do you like the sound of that?" Pan teased. Her grip on his horns tightened in response. Pan had to shift his hips and bend his back to give his aching erection some relief, pressed between his body and the dirt.

"I think you do," Pan chuckled dirtily to himself. "I think you like the idea of going back to that conceited motherfucker with my marks on your skin. Every time you walk, you'll feel me between your legs."

Pan placed one hand on her thigh and trailed one finger gently through Eurydice's core, carefully circling her clit without putting any pressure on it. Eurydice made a sound that was suspiciously close to a wail, her back bending and coming straight off the ground. Pan knew that she was wound so tightly, she was already dripping on his fingers, and she wouldn't last long. But he wanted to make it count.

Pan kept circling his finger, taking his sweet time exploring Eurydice and relishing her soft, dripping flesh. She was sweating and shifting her hips wildly, practically bucking her thighs to get his mouth on her. Pan relished it, enjoyed every millisecond as if it was an eternity. He studied her body for every reaction, paying attention to which spots made her sing.

"Orpheus might be the musician, but you're going to sing an even sweeter song for me, Eurydice, okay?"

"Pan," Eurydice panted, picking her head up. Her face was flushed, and her hair was sticking to her forehead with sweat. "I will do whatever the fuck you want, but please, just fucking put your mouth on me." She stared at him with a gaze so intense, it burned even brighter than the bonfire behind them and turned Pan's willpower to ash.

Pan pushed Eurydice's thigh a little wider, spreading her open for him so she was completely exposed. The sounds of the party had descended into utter debauchery behind him, their own coupling drowned out by the sounds of dryads and nymphs fucking each other with abandon in every corner of the clearing. The air around them now smelled heavily of smoke and sex, and it was the wild, debauched part of worship that mortals would never be able to comprehend. It was the wilderness at its wildest, its most primal; it was devotion to Dionysus and Pan himself, bared naked to bring glory to the gods with their basest instincts.

Pan looked at Eurydice, practically glowing, and her pussy spread wide for him, and growled in satisfaction.

"I need you to say my name when you come, Eurydice," Pan grunted. He stuck his tongue out and licked one thick, hot swipe up her center before pulling back. Eurydice's legs started shaking, and she let out another gasping cry. He had barely touched her but the anticipation and atmosphere around them was pushing all of Eurydice's suppressed urges to the surface.

“Say my name when you come,” Pan repeated, “and I'll give this pretty little pussy exactly what it needs. Is that a deal?”

“Fuck, g-god, yes,” Eurydice moaned. She gave another tug on his horns, pulling him closer to her core. "I'll do whatever you want but stop fucking teasing me."

Pan grinned, his pupils nearly entirely dilated. He had a dangerous smirk on his face; this was the god of fertility in action.

“As my wild thing commands.” Pan bent his head to Eurydice's center, and without another moment's hesitation, he feasted like a starving man. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, simultaneously slipping two fingers in her pussy; he had teased her long enough and was now hellbent on wringing every sensation possible out of her body.

Eurydice started moaning and couldn't stop, each sound louder and more unhinged than the last. Pan curled his fingers upwards and started fucking her mercilessly, grinning against her core in satisfaction when Eurydice screamed so loudly, her voice went out.

Pan hit the spot over and over again, relishing the burning feeling in his scalp as Eurydice yanked on his horns with all of her remaining strength. Her thighs shook on either side of his head, and he relished her juices dripping down his chin. He could feel his own precome drenching his thighs at that point; somehow, he was harder than he had ever been in his life. He came closer and closer to his own climax and worked harder to manipulate Eurydice's body in ways that she had never felt before.

He never let up on her clit, alternating between gentle sucking and tiny licks that brought her to the edge and back repeatedly. His fingers continued to curl inside of her, hitting that sweet spot until her body was nearly wrung out underneath him, and she hadn't even climaxed yet. She was a panting, incoherent mess, letting out a string of babbling words that Pan couldn't even comprehend. It didn't matter. He could die happy with Eurydice's wrecked body underneath him and smothered between her thighs. Eurydice was practically ripping his horns from his head, but he couldn't remember any other purpose for them, so he languished in the feeling.

"Pan, p-please," Eurydice gasped. "I-I have t-to... I can't..."

"Oh, poor wild thing,” Pan murmured gently, placing kisses on her pubic bone, "do you forget the ways of the wild, my love? Do you forget what it's like to be worshipped?" Pan twisted his fingers again and watched in satisfaction as Eurydice's eyes rolled back in her head. "That repugnant show-off wants to reduce you to his arm candy," Pan scoffed, lowering his head. "How ironic that he doesn't know how to make his muse sing."

Pan slipped a third finger inside of Eurydice and flicked his tongue against her clit. Eurydice screamed, and Pan knew the exact moment Eurydice shattered. She started bucking her hips and riding his face, tightening her grip on his horns and pulling him toward her to meet her short thrusts.

Pan held onto her thigh and kept fucking her with his fingers, keeping his mouth open and licking up every drop of Eurydice he could touch.

"I-I'm... I'm..." Eurydice could barely get the sentence out, but Pan knew she was close. He couldn't speak, smothered in her heat, and he didn't care if he ever said another word aloud again. He wrapped his lips around Eurydice's clit and sucked hard, curling his fingers at the exact same moment with a precision that only a god of fertility and debauchery would possess.

"Pan!" Eurydice came with his name on her lips, convulsions rolling over her entire body. Rose petals and vines exploded out of her hair, and her release drenched Pan's beard, even dripping down onto his chest. The sight and sound of Eurydice coming sent Pan over the edge, his heavy, aching cock releasing into the soil. He came with a shout, delving back in to lick up every trace of Eurydice's climax. She shuddered sporadically through the aftershocks, until they were both on the ground, panting and exhausted.

Pan picked himself up and dragged his body on top of Eurydice's before collapsing next to her and pulling her into his side.

"Pan..." Eurydice started, but he kissed her to quiet her thoughts.

"Don't say anything," Pan murmured. The party was still raging around them, offerings to Dionysus and Pan abounding. A bed of baby's breath sprung up underneath their bodies, cradling their sweat-soaked flesh and caressing Eurydice's tingling and overstimulated skin.

"My wild thing," Pan whispered to himself, watching as Eurydice fell into a deep sleep. "My eternal love."

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