even higher peaks.
The
friction became even more intense as he changed the angle of his
penetration by pushing her legs even forther back. Her breath came in
hard sharp inhales and exhales as her exposed mound was pummeled
again and again. She closed her eyes, her mouth forming a rounded O
as squirmy sensations built inside her and then a desperate need
arose as well.
She
had never felt anything like it, she just knew it was due to the cock
plunging into her slit and she wanted more so she began to move
faster, encouraging him to do the same. Her cries echoed across the
dark hillside and soon his grunts answered hers.
Lania’s
pussy gave a strong spasm and a gush of fluid spilled from her. She
cried out, her muscles locking into rigidity and her heels hooking
around his waist to hold him captive to the clenching and unclenching
muscles of her channel.
Pan’s
cock gave a hard twitch and thick white seed shot into the human’s
pussy. The air was filled with the smells of their sex: sweat and
semen and sweet women’s fluids. He rested his head against her
slightly dropping breast, careful not to implae her with the tip.
Women hated that when it happened. Some even died from it. He decided
he did not want to lose the one he had ahold of at that moment, she
was the first ever to be able to take the entire length of his cock
without protest.
In
fact it seemed as if she had enjoyed it.
Pan
decided at that very moment to keep her. He was sick of chasing
nymphs. They always wanted to turn themselves into trees or reeds or
some other such nonsense. It was aggravating as hell, to say the
least. The human couldn’t run away, or at least she wouldn’t
get very far if she did.
Lania
was dazed. The incredible orgasm had taken a toll and she sagged
there, her wrists aching with strain while Pan mulled over his plan.
Finally he untied her. Pins and needles exploded in her arms and she
howled as she rubbed them. He noticed that and led her to a soft
mossy covered rock near the water. He used signs to tell her down
there.
Lania,
not sure what was happening and too drowsy to protest, curled up on
the moss.
Pan
went into the stream and came back with watercress, which he laid to
one side. Next he gathered some very ripe berries and a handful of
edible lichens and toadstools. He added in nuts and a large green
leaf that he was particularly fond of and took it all back to where
she lay.
Lania
looked up at him, not comprehending what he was trying to do. He held
out the mushrooms and she reluctantly took one. To her surprise it
was quite good, almost nutty in flavor. He pounded the nuts together
with the berries and made a kind of paste he stuffed into the leaves
and offered her one while taking the other for himself.
The
simple fare revived her. She sat up, her eyes examining the darkly
shadowed forest. The trees dipped their long limbs low and the grass
was soft and spongy. When he directed her to step into the stream
she did. Pain had settled into her nether regions and she sighed
blissfully when the cool waters soothed it away.Nightbirds sang and
she wondered why she been afraid to be alone at night, it wasn’t
frightening at all.
Or,
at least it wasn’t with her companion beside her. She pointed a
finger at her chest,
“ Lania.”
“ He’s
Pan.”
She
jumped and screamed. Spinning around she found herself face-to-face
with a devilishly handsome man wearing a black tunic with a gleaming
hauberk over it. His long and muscled legs were bare and his feet
wore sandals of fine leather.
“ Who
are you?”
“ I’m
Mars.”
“ Mars?”
An incredulous laugh spilled from her lips. “Someone named you
after the god of war? What were your parents thinking?”
“ That
I would be the god of war I suppose.” The answer held sarcasm
and his black eyes, as deep and lightless as onyx, held a challenge.
Pan
knew the challenge and thought, briefly, about accepting it. However,
looking at Mars’ powerful biceps and the sword he
The
friction became even more intense as he changed the angle of his
penetration by pushing her legs even forther back. Her breath came in
hard sharp inhales and exhales as her exposed mound was pummeled
again and again. She closed her eyes, her mouth forming a rounded O
as squirmy sensations built inside her and then a desperate need
arose as well.
She
had never felt anything like it, she just knew it was due to the cock
plunging into her slit and she wanted more so she began to move
faster, encouraging him to do the same. Her cries echoed across the
dark hillside and soon his grunts answered hers.
Lania’s
pussy gave a strong spasm and a gush of fluid spilled from her. She
cried out, her muscles locking into rigidity and her heels hooking
around his waist to hold him captive to the clenching and unclenching
muscles of her channel.
Pan’s
cock gave a hard twitch and thick white seed shot into the human’s
pussy. The air was filled with the smells of their sex: sweat and
semen and sweet women’s fluids. He rested his head against her
slightly dropping breast, careful not to implae her with the tip.
Women hated that when it happened. Some even died from it. He decided
he did not want to lose the one he had ahold of at that moment, she
was the first ever to be able to take the entire length of his cock
without protest.
In
fact it seemed as if she had enjoyed it.
Pan
decided at that very moment to keep her. He was sick of chasing
nymphs. They always wanted to turn themselves into trees or reeds or
some other such nonsense. It was aggravating as hell, to say the
least. The human couldn’t run away, or at least she wouldn’t
get very far if she did.
Lania
was dazed. The incredible orgasm had taken a toll and she sagged
there, her wrists aching with strain while Pan mulled over his plan.
Finally he untied her. Pins and needles exploded in her arms and she
howled as she rubbed them. He noticed that and led her to a soft
mossy covered rock near the water. He used signs to tell her down
there.
Lania,
not sure what was happening and too drowsy to protest, curled up on
the moss.
Pan
went into the stream and came back with watercress, which he laid to
one side. Next he gathered some very ripe berries and a handful of
edible lichens and toadstools. He added in nuts and a large green
leaf that he was particularly fond of and took it all back to where
she lay.
Lania
looked up at him, not comprehending what he was trying to do. He held
out the mushrooms and she reluctantly took one. To her surprise it
was quite good, almost nutty in flavor. He pounded the nuts together
with the berries and made a kind of paste he stuffed into the leaves
and offered her one while taking the other for himself.
The
simple fare revived her. She sat up, her eyes examining the darkly
shadowed forest. The trees dipped their long limbs low and the grass
was soft and spongy. When he directed her to step into the stream
she did. Pain had settled into her nether regions and she sighed
blissfully when the cool waters soothed it away.Nightbirds sang and
she wondered why she been afraid to be alone at night, it wasn’t
frightening at all.
Or,
at least it wasn’t with her companion beside her. She pointed a
finger at her chest,
“ Lania.”
“ He’s
Pan.”
She
jumped and screamed. Spinning around she found herself face-to-face
with a devilishly handsome man wearing a black tunic with a gleaming
hauberk over it. His long and muscled legs were bare and his feet
wore sandals of fine leather.
“ Who
are you?”
“ I’m
Mars.”
“ Mars?”
An incredulous laugh spilled from her lips. “Someone named you
after the god of war? What were your parents thinking?”
“ That
I would be the god of war I suppose.” The answer held sarcasm
and his black eyes, as deep and lightless as onyx, held a challenge.
Pan
knew the challenge and thought, briefly, about accepting it. However,
looking at Mars’ powerful biceps and the sword he
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