Arcadian Forest Party

[askmenosecrets]

This was more work that he usually bothered to put in, Pan thought, especially here, at home, but everything was set.




At first glance, it appeared to be a forest clearing, beautiful and wild but nothing different than a hundred other clearings spread throughout the woods of the Arcadian mountains. But when you looked again, Pan thought, you saw something quite different. Hidden in the trees were a series of structures suspended in air, hung with ivy and dew, and through the mist-shrouded branches you could see the faint glow of light, and you could smell the scent of fire and food. There was the fire pit, a circle suspended in the arms of a large oak with a crackling golden fire, a roast, and bowls of marshmallows, chocolate and crackers waiting. There was the bar, stocked with a rich variety of wines and alcohols and staffed by two of the satyrs. And then there was the forest floor itself, bare now, but waiting for the dancing. On all sides of the floor, there were cushions on the low branches and benches of fallen logs, each accompanied with wooden buckets full of wine and beer bottles and glassed suspended with vine.

"Well," he said to Zaffre, currently wrapped around his neck, "I think we're ready." Pan flicked a leaf off his forest green turtleneck and looked around with approval before pausing. "We're almost ready," he corrected, and pulled his pan flute up to his lips.

The forest filled with music as he played, music that began as the mystical songs of the flute, but transformed as he let the instrument fall to his side - transformed into thrumming, sensual rhythms and intricate guitars that would encourage the party-goers to...well, Pan thought with a sharp grin, to be bad. Very bad.

"Let the games begin," Pan said.

[Notes: Everyone in fortuna_invicta is invited, the more the merrier in Pan's opinion. If anyone needs directions to the right section of the forest, let Pan know on the SWS post. Mingle! Get drunk! Stuff your face! Find a secluded tree and do naughty things! Pan approves highly of all these pursuits. Format = narrative third person, if you please!]

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[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan laughed into Ganymede's ear. "Not that I noticed, beautiful," he whispered as he drew back and then slammed inside again. "But who am I to argue with your assessment?"

He moved sharply, hard and fast, slamming into Ganymede with each stroke, knowing that he could easily be leaving bruises and knowing that with this lover, that was exactly what he wanted.

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

Nemesis smirked a little bit. He was right about the orgies; they were a common theme when it came to parties with the gods. “It’s true, parties tend to end that way, around us. I’m sure it would’ve happened eventually, even without Eros and Freya here.”

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"I would have done my very best to maintain our reputation," Pan said piously. "It's the least I can do, as host. I'd hate for our fantastic and stellar reputation to end on my watch."

[the_cupbearer]

He couldn't keep the moans in, not that he wanted to, and Ganymede responded beautifully to Pan's harsh thrusts, crying out in pleasure, pain, and a delicious combination of both.

"Yes! Oh, my god, my god, yes..." he pants, loud enough to most certainly be heard throughout the clearing; probably the forest beyond to a distance. "Harder, please!"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan's teeth were sharp on Ganymede's earlobe, and his hand slid around to wrap around Ganymede's cock and stroke it with rough, hard motions of his slender fingers as he moved deeper and harder. He took all of Ganymede with each thrust, and then pulled out to do it all over again.

"Scream," he whispered, and it was a command, harsh and insistent.

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

“Fantastic and stellar.” Nemesis snorted. “That’s the perfect way to describe our reputation.”

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Eros smiles with an edge of heat to it, letting his eyes roam over the white shirt and tie. "You do, at that," he replies with a quiet laugh. "I almost wish I'd dressed differently." He winks slowly, then drops his hand.

He knows - or he's fairly certain - that Morpheus would prefer his company as a her, though he'd hardly refuse him in either form.

"I'm pleased you've stopped by, regardless," he says with a good-natured smile, lessening any building tension.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan grinned. "It sounded better than 'hedonistic and petty,'" he said. "Although possibly a little less accurate."

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

“I’m in favor of the better sounding description, no matter how accurate it is.” She grinned back. “Though I’m not sure I’d necessarily describe us as petty. Immature, maybe.”

[the_cupbearer]

He could hardly refuse--Ganymede's scream rang out sharp and clear and colored with lust through the trees.

"Pan!" He wasn't there yet, wasn't ready to come, but the sensations of pleasure and unbelievable stimulation were drowning him already; every time Pan thrust in his breath caught and another moan was pulled out of him, making him shiver and buck against the solid form at his back.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Faster, harder, and fuck, Ganymede felt good, Pan thought as his hand stroked and he thrust into the boy with hard, punishing movements of his hip. "I want to feel you," he whispered, "coming around me. I want to feel you tightening, and hear you screaming, and watch you thrashing, and know that your release belongs to me."

Another hard, merciness stroke, and then Pan breathed words out. "Let go," he murmured.

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

"I must attempt to be social at least once every hundred years." There was a teasing note to his tone as he untied his tie and let the material rest on his shoulders.

[the_cupbearer]

His back arched, muscles tight and pulling him harshly as he panted, desperately trying to get closer, to feel more of Pan inside him; this position was wonderful, but he couldn't get as deep as Ganymede wanted him to be.

The cupbearer tightens, impossibly hot, around Pan's cock when he climaxes with a yell that turns into a broken and hitching moan, words spilling out of his mouth as orgasm takes over his mind to the exclusion of all else. He spilled over Pan's hand, coming hard as he shuddered.

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"Every hundred years?" Eros smirks and reaches out to snag the tie, drawing it slowly from around Morpheus' neck and sliding it lightly between his fingers. "Sounds like a fairy tale. I wonder which part you'd play?"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan hissed into Ganymede's ear and thrust hard, harder, and then his head tipped back and his fingers knotted into Ganymede's as his mind flooded with white heat and his lips parted on a low cry.

That had been just what he wanted, he thought as he came back to himself and released Ganymede's hair. His lips curved into a sharp grin. Exactly.

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

Just for that he unbuttons the top three buttons of his shirt, though it's unintentional...surely. "The surly bastard who points the Prince or princess in the right direction."

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Eros' brows go up sharply and a low laugh is almost lost in the pounding music. Perhaps he'd been a little hasty in his assumption. "Surly bastard with a secret heart of gold?" he asks lightly, drawing the tie between his fingers with a speculative light in his eye.

"And what part would I play in this story, Dreamer?"

[the_cupbearer]

When he finally comes back to his right mind, Ganymede gives a content sigh, feeling Pan come in him with a rush of heat.

He just rested against the tree for a long moment, forehead dropping to the bark once Pan lets go of his hair, panting and catching his breath. "Mmm. My, wasn't that delicious," he chuckles breathily, turning his head to look over his shoulder at Pan.

Oh, yes. That had done them both a world of good.

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

"Or the one shouting for the idiot to get off his blasted lawn." Morpheus leans back into one of the thicker branches not occupied by a cushion, and crosses his legs at the ankle-clearly comfortable. "You'd either be said prince, or the one making sure the two idiots get together."

[the_cupbearer]

"So formal for such a relaxed party," comes the light and unmistakable voice from Ganymede, settled into a cushion with a fair view of the party. Since returning from his dalliance with Pan, he's got his jeans back on and fastened, but no shoes and no shirt--it's tossed carelessly over the branch behind his head.

"But your entrance leaves little to be desired, as ever."

[lovessweetbait.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm." Eros considers, deeply serious even as he shifts to turn his back on the fire and face Morpheus, tucking his feet beneath him and leaning against the reclining god, still playing with the stolen scrap of silk. "I think I'd prefer to be the latter. We could watch happily ever after happen, once our respective duties were finished."

"Besides," he adds with a rather heated smile, "if I were the Prince, I might not make it to the Princess after meeting you."

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

Having long ago gotten used to touchy feely love gods Morpheus simply cracks open an eye at the comment and gives Eros a deep chuckle. "You have always been a flatterer Eros."

[lovessweetbait.livejournal.com]

"Is that an objection, Morpheus?" Eros asks mildly, with a faint smile. He could press ahead, or he could back off, depending on the other god's wishes. Pressing ahead at this point would likely involve slipping the tie behind its owner's neck and sitting in his lap, and he'd proceed from there, but he can just as easily stay where he is. It's entirely up to the dream-god.

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

Morpheus smiles back, his insides warm and relaxed as he absorbed the most undoubtedly enchanted wine and pats Eros on the knee . "While I do see the appeal of your true form I have yet to find the elegance of a woman's touch in the male persona my freind."

[lovessweetbait.livejournal.com]

"And where better to look? New experiences should always be embraced." But it's a good-natured tease. He won't press, preferring to keep the comfortable companionship of the busy and rather solitary god.