"Like fire," Pan said as he wrapped his hand around Ganymede's cock and squeezed. "Like delicious, liquid fire melting your nerves and making you move against me. Making you beg," he whispered as he took Ganymede's mouth again and backed him up towards one of the trees.

"I'd let them listen," he purred as he stroked. "It would be a privilege to listen to every sound you made, every scream, every plea."