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Arcadian Forest Party

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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Selene settled into his lap easily, both of her arms wrapping behind his neck as he pulled her close. She couldn't help but smile like an idiot into the kiss, her heart beating rapidly against her chest.

"A bit more comfortable," she agreed as she broke for breath, her eyes twinkling in the light of the flames.

Pan laughed softly as he brushed his fingers back into her hair and kissed her again. "I thought so," he said and deepened the kiss as his arm circled her waist. "You're so beautiful," he murmured.

Selene shivered as his arm circled around her waist, her eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as she kissed him back. She knew she was probably still grinning like a fool, but at the moment, she hardly cared. "And you're still as dashing as ever," she murmured back, though her skin was flushed from the compliment.

"I didn't know I was dashing before," Pan said, lifting an eyebrow as he kissed along her cheek. "I was supposed to be feral and nearly animal, I believe. I should be very disappointed if I failed." His satyr-like form had been popular with very few of his relatives, he thought as he kissed under her ear.

Selene tilted her head to allow him better access, biting her lip as his kisses trailed along her skin. "I'll admit, I'm much fonder of this form," she whispered, her voice light and airy as her nails lightly scratched over the back of his neck. "But you still had some charm before..."

Enough to have a fling with him all that time ago.

Pan's eyes heated as her nails scraped his skin, and his hand tightened around her waist as he nipped sharply at her neck before kissing again. Some charm, hmm, he thought as he smoothed his hand down to the small of her back.

"I want you, Selene," he murmured as he shifted against her. "I want you here," he added softly before catching her lips in a light kiss.

Selene made a small noise at the back of her neck. She may have had several flings in her time, but public displays had never been her flavor. She pulled away from the small kiss, her nose still touching his, as she looked him in the eyes.

"Right here?" she whispered, her eyes flickering to the few others scattered nearby the fire pit.

"That's what I want," Pan said, and he knew he could push and get exactly what he desired. No one would care - not their relatives. But he smiled instead, sliding his hand over her hip and her bare thigh.

"But if you want something more private, princess, that can be arranged," he whispered against her lips. This was Arcadia, the seat of his power; they could be anywhere they desired.

Selene could feel her resolve dissolving with every touch... every word he spoke. She let out a slow, shuddering breath, returning her gaze to his and pressing her lips to his. Nipping lightly at his lip, she nodded. If it was what he wanted...

He'd be more attentive if it was where he wanted, she reasoned. And after centuries or more of not being very risque... Maybe it was time to take a small step towards something a little more out of her normal comfort zone. "Before I change my mind," she murmured in between light kisses.

"It can be anywhere you like," Pan said, but then he took her at her word, sliding his hands to her thighs, and then up and under the tight, short skirt to brush against the sheer black lace of her underwear, stroking her through the fabric for several long moments before slipping his fingers underneath the edge.

Selene whimpered into their kiss as he slipped his hand under her dress. Her grip on him tightened, her nails scratching over his skin again as her hips moved against his fingers. "Here is fine," she assured him in a small, weak voice, even though he'd already taken advantage of her offer.

"Relax, then, princess," Pan murmured as he kissed her. "No one's paying attention to the two of us. They're paying attention to their own flirtations." It was his party, after all, he thought as he stroked his finger over her clit and then pressed it inside. And his parties were made to be soaked in pure sexuality as much as they were in wine.

Selene moaned into the kiss, relaxing only a little as he'd suggested, as his finger slid inside. "Pan," she moaned against his lips, her voice still weak and airy. Her nails pressed into his skin a little harder while she deepened their kiss.

Pan heard himself making an almost soothing sound into the kiss as he stroked Selene with clever fingers, stroking in ways calculated to drive the pleasure higher and make her forget her tension. "Selene," he murmured, and his blue eyes opened for a moment as he pulled his fingers away and tugged her underwear down over her hips.

Every stroke and touch achieved just what he wanted. Each movement elicited a small sound from the back of her throat and she felt herself relaxing more and more. When his fingers pulled away, she opened her eyes to look at him, eagerly shifting to help him move her panties down.

Pan grinned as he slipped her panties all the way off and hid them out of sight. "You were this gorgeous last time, too," he murmured as he leaned in to kiss her again before unfastening his jeans and releasing himself. "Untouchably beautiful, except you weren't."

His hands met at her hips again, and he lifted her up to position himself, and then pushed slowly inside.

Selene was taking deep breaths now as her heart pounded against her chest. "Not untouchable for you," she whispered against his lips. She maintained eye contact with him, breathless, as he lifted her up and lowered her onto him. Her eyes fluttered shut as she lifted her chin and let out a small cry, his name strangled in it.

Pan groaned as she sank onto him, his lips parting as he kept his eyes on hers, blue on blue as he thrust upwards and urged her to move. "Take me, Selene," he murmured. "All of me."

All the moon goddess could manage, as she looked back into his blue eyes, was a breathless nod. Her hips rocked down, pushing him completely inside of her with a small moan. She remained there for a moment, grinding herself against him, biting her lower lip. "I want you," she whispered breathlessly. "Pan... Don't hold back... and I won't either..."

Pan's eyes glittered under his thick lashes, and his lips curved as he thrust into her, harder this time, the thrust faster than the first as he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her down. She didn't want him to hold back he thought, and he wouldn't - Selene would get every wild inch of him, tenfold, until he'd driven her half-crazy herself.

It was a moment of impulsive decisions that had her say that.... And as she cried out, louder than the first by far, as he thrust into her faster... Harder. She managed to catch a glimpse of the curve of his lips before her eyes clenched slightly. "More," she sighed.

"As you wish, princess," Pan said, and his mischievous voice was rough with desire as he drove into her, pushing her closer and pushing himself with her. It had been a long time, he thought. Since they'd done this together.

Selene helped him, pushing herself closer with each thrust. Moans and cries growing louder, she'd presently forgotten that they were in full public... It didn't matter. She arched her back and pushed against him, nails raking along his neck.

Why had it been so long since they were last together, again? She was finding it hard to recall, as her thoughts were swimming with nothing but pleasure and desire with every thrust and movement.

Pan groaned Selene's name as he tipped his head back, and he could feel heat gathering into a hot ball at the base of his spine as he moved. It wouldn't be long now, he thought, and he wasn't going without her.

"I want you to shatter," he whispered directly into her ear as his fingers slipped between them, stroking across her clit and pushing her even higher.

Pan's name was called out in her cries... And as he whispered in her ear, she felt gooseflesh rise on her skin. She was close... and his fingers were driving her mad... Causing her to cry out more... louder.

It didn't take long. Not with the harsh thrusts and his fingers stroking her. Her muscles clenched, nails dug into his skin and as she cried his name, it nearly echoed through the party.. Something she'd be embarrassed over later, but at the moment it hardly mattered.

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