Chapter 18

Pan had heard many whispers and legends about the end of the world over the years. Every deity had their own way of telling the story or preventing their demise during the apocalypse. Pan had spent too much time in the Underworld to ever question the Fates or the strength of the titans in Tartarus, so he never thought about it too much. Until the moment that Eurydice kissed him.

In a matter of seconds, Pan realized that the world could end at any time and only now would he die happy. For an immortal and a god who was infamous for always being in a good mood, even if he was a bit of a trickster—although you could hardly blame him when you considered his parentage—Pan was suddenly obsessed with the concept of mortality.

All it took was the feel of Eurydice”s mouth against his, her fingers combing through his beard, and Pan was consumed with how much time he had left. No matter when the world ended, it wouldn”t be enough time, especially if Eurydice kept kissing him like that.

He reacted entirely on instinct, his more beastly side taking over. He wrapped his arms around Eurydice”s waist, pulling her body flush against his. All the blood in Pan”s brain rushed south so quickly, he was practically lightheaded. He tightened his hold on Eurydice’s body, feeling the warmth of her skin through her ripped tunic, hotter than the flames they were standing in front of.

She was as soft as rose petals, and Pan”s desire flooded his veins until he thought he might collapse if she walked away from him. One of his hands slid up Eurydice”s back and into her hair, gripping it tightly and pulling on it as Pan took dominance over the kiss. He poured a hundred of years of longing into the embrace, holding onto Eurydice as though she was his oxygen.

Someone in the melee picked up a lyre, and the sudden sound of it shocked Pan; it doused over him like ice water.

”Eurydice,” Pan gasped. He didn”t let go of her but pulled away, gently cupping her cheek and staring her dead in the eyes. ”What”s happening right now?”

”What do you mean?” Eurydice looked a little surprised. ”I was kissing you, until you stopped for no damn reason.”

Eurydice leaned in to kiss him again, and Pan shook his head, avoiding her although it pained him.

”What about Orpheus?” Pan couldn”t believe that he was stopping, not when he had the love of his life in his arms and begging to kiss him, but he couldn”t partake in something that Eurydice was going to regret later. He barely survived her getting married to Orpheus; he wouldn”t ever survive knowing that he was something Eurydice regretted.

Eurydice paled, turning her face away from Pan so he couldn”t see her face.

”I don”t want to talk about him right now.” Pan could see the pain etched in her features, which lit another fire under his ass. He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, gently trailing a thumb down her cheek.

“Did he hurt you?” Pan”s voice was tense—coaxing in the way he approached Eurydice, but ready to behead Orpheus at the slightest provocation. As soon as he had anything that would justify the violence, he”d act on it.

”No, no, nothing like that.” Eurydice shook her head, but Pan didn”t believe her. ”I mean... He did hurt me, but not the way you”re thinking. I don”t want to talk about him right now, Pan, please. Don”t make me.”

Pan couldn”t possibly sort through all the emotions he was feeling at that precise moment. He needed to know what had driven Eurydice into his arms, even if it killed him and he stopped whatever this was in its tracks.

”I don”t want to make you do anything you don”t want to,” Pan sighed, ”but you”ve got to tell me. You were committed to making your relationship with Orpheus work. What happened?”

The drums increased, and there was a cacophony of joyful shouts and screams from the crowd around them. It was potentially the worst time and place to be having a discussion about Eurydice”s relationship, but Pan didn”t have a choice.

Eurydice shook her head. ”I don”t want to fucking talk about Orpheus. Everyone wants me to always talk about Orpheus. I don”t give a fuck anymore, Pan. Do you understand me? Don”t fucking be like everyone else and just let me be!” Eurydice”s voice broke with emotion, tears slipping down her cheeks. It shattered any of the resolve that was left in Pan”s body, which wasn”t very much to begin with.

”That works for me. I could go the rest of my life without hearing his damn name ever again,” Pan grunted, cupping Eurydice”s cheek and kissing her again.

It was intoxicating; it was the sweetest wine and the most sublime high he”d ever experienced, all rolled up into one. Pan tugged them further away from the bonfire until they were at the edge of the clearing, some of the trees providing them partial privacy from the Dionysian madness surrounding them.

He kissed Eurydice with everything he had inside of him, his passion pouring into every lick and bite. Eurydice was wild against his body, jumping up into his arms and pinning Pan against the trunk of a tree. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Pan nearly collapsed. He could practically feel her heat so close to his cock, only mere scraps of clothing between them. All he”d have to do was tug a little bit of fabric to the side, and he”d be inside of her.

A small part of Pan”s brain started screaming at him, reminding him that this was not how he wanted everything to go with Eurydice.

She can”t regret this.

Pan pulled away with a sharp gasp, Eurydice biting onto his lower lip and tugging it as he recoiled.

”Fuck, Eurydice.” Pan tightened his grip on her, breathing heavily. ”What do you want?”

”Stop asking me questions,” Eurydice nearly started crying again, wrapping her arms around Pan”s neck. ”I don”t know what I want. I don”t want to even know right now. I need to just...embrace the fucking chaos!”

Pan knew what she was talking about. They were children of the wild, after all. To suddenly have her afterlife mapped out for her, to go from living in the forest to suddenly becoming the proper wife of a famous poet, would”ve been like clipping a bird”s wings. Eurydice would figure out what she wanted in life because she always did. If she needed to embrace the possibilities of not knowing, he”d give that to her. But he couldn”t give her all of him; he wouldn”t survive if she determined later on that what she wanted didn”t include Pan.

”Then just tell me what you want right now,” Pan breathed, pressing a long line of tender kisses down her neck. It was intimate and caressing, something that he”d never bothered to do with any of his hook-ups before.

”I want you to fuck me,” Eurydice exhaled all the words at once. She let her eyes flutter closed, and her head fell back while she started grinding her hips gently against Pan. He cursed under his breath, desperately praying to not come practically untouched under his clothes like a young satyr.

”I can”t,” Pan moaned, sounding like he was in physical pain. He started lowering Eurydice down to the soft earth beneath them while she made a noise of protest. Pan laid her on the ground and sat up on his knees, gently putting his hands on Eurydice”s ankles.

”I can”t fuck you,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing Eurydice”s bare knee. He trailed his tongue up her thigh, and her whole body shuddered. ”But I can make you come, Eurydice. Do you want that?”

”Yes, fuck,” Eurydice whimpered, screwing her eyes even more tightly closed and wriggling in place. ”Please, Pan, do whatever you want to me. Only you.” The words came out like a prayer, and Pan thought his heart would explode. In any other circumstance, he would”ve fallen to the ground and rejoiced.

She”s drunk and she”s upset,Pan reminded himself. She doesn”t mean it.

If Pan only had one night with Eurydice, however, he knew he”d never forget it, no matter how many years he lived. He was hellbent on making sure that Eurydice never forgot it either.

Pan lay down on his stomach, wrapping his hands around Eurydice”s legs and pulling her closer to him. She smelled like smoke, musk, and roses, and Pan had never smelled anything as heady and intoxicating as she was. Her body was practically vibrating off the ground, enticing Pan further.

”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.”

Pan refused to sleep for the rest of the night. He wouldn”t miss a single moment of the sensation of having a sleeping, satisfied Eurydice in his arms.

Especially if it was only for one night.