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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.
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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!]

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.
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His hands met at her hips again, and he lifted her up to position himself, and then pushed slowly inside.
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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.
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"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.
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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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Gods, that had been better than he thought it would be. He wanted her again.
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Smiling slightly, she moved to nip at his neck, applying a little more pressure at pulse points.
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She slowly removed him from her, before smirking at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She shifted from his lap to the grass, her tongue circling the tip of him lightly.
I knew he was going to make me do this before I went to work
Then he smiled, slow and hot, and his hand slipped through her waves of hair. "I'm pretty sure, between the two of us, we could come up with something satisfactory."
lol! <3
She watched him as she licked, painstakingly slow, up his cock. "Mmhmm," she agreed with a lick of her lips. "Or even above satisfactory."
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"I personally endeavor to achieve excellence," he purred. "Whenever possible, princess."
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She smiled up at him. "Good thing I do too," she mused before taking him into her mouth as far as she could and making a soft humming sound.
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Selene had been a surprise since he'd greeted her, he thought as he closed his eyes. He'd have to return the favor.
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Carefully orchestrated movements, most of them slow and teasing, she worked at bringing him closer and closer to his brink. All the while, she stared up at him, her eyes glinting with mischief.
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