Alone time with his favorite...

Scarcely had Hermes' magic dissipated as I grab Chloe around the waist, lifting and twirling the lovely satyress in the air. She and I laugh with giddy pleasure.

"Chloe, I could kiss you!" I cheer as I set her down.

She sinks into my embrace. "What's stopping you, Lord Pan?"

Time loses all meaning in our touches, gentle despite our carnal urgings. I worry not of the other satyrs or of any humans that might step into our forest trysting area; for now, I desire for only Chloe to find me. I am barely aware of the afternoon's passing, or that we have kissed for four straight hours.

"Pan...oh, Pan," Chloe moans, seemingly fighting my embrace. "I need you, now!"
She slinks from my arms and plummets to all fours, digging her cloven hooves into the grass as her tail rises in invitation.

On instinct, I almost plow my erection into her for the rut. Something holds me back, and with a hint of a smile on my face, I decide that something is right.

"I have a reward of a different sort in mind for you, my lovely." The dew-laden grass tickles my rump as I lie beneath her, settling my head between her legs.

"Aaahhhh," my sweet sighs with the first stroke of my tongue across the fur of her vagina and the gentle flick of hands upon her perfect nipples. She arches her back upward and reaches for my cock, yet I shoo her away. "Lord Pan? Have I offended you?" she asks sweetly, her goat ears drooping.

I chuckle. "Quite the opposite. I merely wish to show you boundless pleasure and admiration, that you may focus your considerable energies on savoring the moment."

Chloe lights the evening forest with her smile, and lowers herself fully to my tongue. I use it well, my every being intent on delivering this marvelous woman ecstasy unlike any other has ever known. She takes great pains not to touch me, though I know her instinct and my grunts tell her of the aphrodisiac wash I receive from pleasuring her.

Climaxes come full and fast during the span of the night, enough to exhaust even myself. Chloe braces herself upon wobbly arms after the final explosion; I pull her atop me and hold her tightly as Helios sends the rising sun to greet us.

I adore Chloe more than any of my children I have ever sired or changed. Had I the power, I would gladly make her divine, a Goddess of the satyrs, and share every scrap of my power and myself with her for all eternity.

She nibbles at my ear and drapes her goatish leg across my own. "Lord Pan...I have never felt so wonderful."

"Nor have I." I intertwine my fingers with hers, losing myself in her eyes as I begin to think Aphrodite was right.

"Pan?"

I clear my throat, not used to such confusion. "You are so wonderful, Chloe, in so many ways."

She melts me once more with her smile. "And you as well, Lord Pan." We kiss once more.

"Chloe...I want you. Forever."

"You have me forever," she sighs between kisses. "Pleasure eternal, I will give you."

"No, you don't understand. I'm not even sure I understand." The coupling seems somehow hollow, for reasons I cannot fathom, and I sit up and turn away.

Chloe rises beside me, reaching gently around to take my chin in her hand. She turns my attention slowly back to her. "Aphrodite said something to you, didn't she? Please, tell me."

"She did," I sigh, "but it was not a directive. She made me realize something."

For all my eternal life, I've never felt the passing of three silent seconds take so long. "I love you."

Chloe seems stunned by this revelation. I simultaneously fear and hope for her response.