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 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.

[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.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"Completely," Pan purred, and then he straighten his clothes and spun the far more disheveled Ganymede around, kissing him hard on the lips. "Delicious enough to do a second time." Sometime, he thought, he would like to fuck Ganymede right into the ground.

But he had responsibilities to enjoy - Freya and Eros had already sent the party into a frenzy and he likely hadn't helped matters. "Enjoy yourself tonight," he murmured to Ganymede, and he winked before disappearing into the trees.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede chuckles, and kisses back playfully, pulling his clothes mostly back into place. "Indeed. Maybe later," he murmurs, letting Pan go with a smack to his backside.

He stretched languidly, and left his shirt unbuttoned as he pulled his belt tighter to keep his jeans on his hips. Oh, he had needed that; it was only a moment later that he realized with a laugh that the tree bark had left marks on his bare chest.

"Oh, lovely."