At her nod, he sighed, but then began working the straps that held up the gown at the shoulders. He was surprised when they parted easily and the gown fell away to the floor.
“Oh, Nina,” Pan breathed, his voice hushed by astonishment.
She glanced down at the surprise she’d rigged up for him. Instead of her usual attractive but simple underwear, Nina and Chloe had found something a little different to see if Pan couldn’t be coaxed out of his antipathy toward underwear.
Her bright red undergarments consisted of a strapless bustier that supported and lifted, but did not cover her breasts. The garment left her pebbled nipples and their dark areolas open to Pan’s gaze, not to mention his hands and lips. Pan’s mouth seemed to water at the sight of her luscious orbs so available for him to sample.
She stepped a little bit away and spread her legs slightly, and now he could see that the matching panties were crotchless with just the littlest edge of lace running along the inside of her legs. He could see her nether lips with their closely cropped dark hair, peeking through the gap.
Pan threw his hands in the air. “I give in. Nina, that is the most beautiful underwear I’ve ever seen.”
She laughed. “It’s all for you, Pan.”
Lifting her into his arms, he laid her on the bed. “You are all for me, Nina. And I’m all for you.” A hint of seriousness touched the amusement and passion in his eyes. “And that’s how it’s going to be between us.”
“No argument from me, Pan.” She stroked his face and tugged playfully on his beard. “Let’s make love.”
* * * * *
Pan covered her with his body, but didn’t join with her at once. She was his now all his, for now and for always. No longer did he have to worry about losing her, about her leaving him as soon as the spell was over.
Now they knew there never had been a spell in the first place, no magic except for what they made together. Pan smiled. Nina loved him. She really loved him.
For a moment he thought of the wasted years, when they’d been apart, but he had to be philosophical about it. Would they have appreciated the miracle of their love if they hadn’t spent so much time apart? Would it be the same for them now, or would they not have realized the specialness of what they had?
Pan liked to think that what was between them now was worth the waiting and sacrifices they’d both made to achieve it. Certainly he would never take for granted having Nina in his life.
For once he didn’t remove her very decorative underwear but left it in place as he devoted his mouth to her breasts, laving each nipple with a skill that left her breathless. When she was writhing from that, he turned his attention to the delicate parts of her sweet little pussy, still peeking at him from its lacy covering. He liked the feel of the lace against his cheeks as he dove in to taste her honeyed pussy, covered in her rich arousal. So sweet, so special. So…Nina.
Pan smiled. His Nina, his Nemesis, but she’d never really been his enemy. She was just the woman he needed to complete him and make him whole. As she lay under him she moaned aloud, her hands clutched at his horns, holding them and using them to direct him into her pussy.
He ate her until she wept for him to stop, pulling on his horns to bring him up her body to where she could kiss him and taste herself on his lips. Pan fitted his cock to her pussy, arching over her while still kissing her.
When Pan finally drove his hard cock into her it made them complete, a single entity, a couple, god and wife. Part of that was the joining of two bodies into a whole—the rest was the singularity of how they felt for each other. He pulled back and drove in again and Nina cried out her pleasure at his stroke.
What a wonderful sound, Pan thought. Nina clutched at him and the rake of her nails on his back was wonderful. She bit his shoulder and tightened her legs hard around his waist and it was all wonderful, wonderful. Anything she did was wonderful since Nina was his and that made it wonderful.
He couldn’t help his happy grin as he took possession of her body and her sweet, sweet pussy. All of it his, forever and forever. She continued to rake his back, scream her joy, and meet each of his strokes with one of her own.
In spite of having already come in Nina’s mouth, Pan couldn’t hold off his need to climax again much longer. He tried, but Nina writhed beneath him, her body on fire and it felt like his cock pistoning into her was the only thing keeping her from bursting into flames. He used it to drive her into a screaming orgasm, his name a part of her cry. As her scream died in his ears, he put off his own satisfaction no longer and climaxed again with a sturdy cry of his own.
He wasn’t finished yet, though. Pulling out of her, he turned her over and entered her from behind, his cock still rock-hard. The edge was off of his need and now he could take his time and make their loving memorable. He kept his strokes long and slow, and Nina moaned her appreciation.
She glanced back over her shoulder, her smile sensuous, then closed her eyes as her pussy tightened again around his cock, the ripples milking him. He nearly halted, not wanting to finish again so quickly, but Nina pushed back into him, forcing him to continue.
“Don’t stop, Pan. PLEASE!” Her cries finished when another long rippling orgasm slid through her. Again she tightened and Pan gasped at how firmly she gripped his cock, deeply buried inside her.
He couldn’t help it. He had to come again, and this time he knew it would be the finish for him. Pan sped up, pounding against Nina’s backside. His cock was so hot it felt like it was on fire. He could barely hold back finishing.
“NINA!” He gasped out her name as she collapsed underneath him. Pan pulled her back up into his arms and kissed the back of her neck while continuing to stroke deep inside her.
Turning her head, Nina rubbed her soft cheek against him. He felt her pussy clutch his cock again, a sure sign she was close to another climax. “Come with me, Pan,” she gasped out. “Like a couple…” her voice trailed off.
Still supporting her weight he drove deep inside, one hand now stroking her clit. Nina bucked back against him and he couldn’t hold off finishing any longer.
They came at the same time, simultaneous cries of passion echoing off the bower walls. Passion sated, they collapsed onto the bed and for a while only the sound of their labored breathing could be heard.
Nina turned to face Pan, her small hands framing his face. She looked so serious that a pang of concern slipped through him, but that vanished with her words.
“I love you, Pan.” She fondled his tiny horns. “I always have, you know.”
“I’m not sure when I started loving you,” he told her. “Maybe it was when we first were together. Maybe it was after you walked out on me. It doesn’t matter anymore, when you loved me or I loved you, so long as you love me today, tomorrow, and for the rest of time. And I’ll promise you the same.”
“‘The rest of time’?” she repeated, her smile returning. “That’s quite a while.”
“Not nearly long enough for a god to love his wife.”
“Very well then. For the rest of time will be how long I love you.”
“For the rest of time,” he repeated and they sealed the bargain with a kiss.
Later he held his wife close as she slept, her body free of the bits of decorative cloth she’d called underwear. For once he hadn’t torn or disintegrated her garments, but allowed her to take them off as they’d been intended to be removed so they could be worn later.
Pan slid one hand down her silky thigh, enjoying the smoothness under his hand. She murmured something quietly in her sleep and rubbed her foot down the fleece covering his leg. The action seemed to sooth her and she fell deeper into slumber.
Suddenly Pan remembered the sheepskin-covered pillow in the bed in her apartment, the one she said she used to sleep with. It was all he could do not to laugh out loud. Nina, the fierce vengeance nymph, had missed him so much after they’d broken up that she’d taken to sleeping with a pillow against her legs as a substitute. Perhaps someday he’
d tell her that he’d figured it out. They had plenty of time to learn each other’s secrets now.
He smiled. The rest of time.
Pan kissed the back of her neck and let her sweet smell soothe him and ease him toward his own slumber. Sleeping together, like making love, was part of being a couple, a wonderful part, but not the only part. There would be good times and bad, he knew, and issues would come up that they would have to work through.
But there would be laughter and joy as well, and things they would do together, both in and out of the bedroom.
Nina was his wife and he was her husband. They were a couple, now and always, joined by law, but in heart and spirit as well. And that’s the way it would be for the rest of time.
Pan smiled, and with that last thought closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The End
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Cricket Starr lives in the San Francisco Bay area with her husband of more years than she chooses to count. She loves fantasies, particularly sexual fantasies, and sees her writing as an opportunity to test boundaries. Her driving ambition is to have more fun than anyone should or could have. While published in other venues under her own name, she's found a home for her erotica writing here at Ellora's Cave.
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Divine Interventions 1: Violet Among the Roses
Divine Interventions 2: Echo In the Hall
Memories To Come
The Doll
Two Men and a Lady anthology
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