Earn her trust.

My mind boggles with how to proceed. How can I give Vanessa my gift without betraying her trust?

“Pan?” she whispers, “I want to, but...I have to be safe.”

“I understand,” I reply with sadness. “I want to earn your trust, Vanessa. I desire you greatly, but no pleasure I experience with you would mean anything without your trust.” I rise from the bed and stand before her, completing my nakedness and laying myself literally bare before her.

“Pan? What’re you...doing?”

“Placing my trust in you, Vanessa.” With that, I slowly drop my human guise. Moments later, I stand before her in all my immortal glory.

The lovely young mortal is literally frozen in shock. I can understand, to an extent.

“Oh...oh God. Oh my God.” Her lip quivers in...fright?

“You have nothing to fear from me, Vanessa.” I stretch my hand toward her. Slowly, with great trepidation, she reaches out and grasps it.

“You...you’re...really...Pan, aren’t you?”

I can’t help but grin. “The one and only.”

“I...I mean...wow! I mean...this explains a lot.”

“I imagine so. If you’ll indulge me, I’ll explain the rest.”

She does, and I regale her with my tale as she explores mine (among other parts, though she remains leery of my satyrhood).

“I want you to trust me. Nothing else is as important for those who...” For some reason, I’m hesitant to say what I desire.

“For those who...who what?” Vanessa speaks softly, caressing my shoulder.

I smile. “For those who...worship me.”

Vanessa grins broadly. “You mean...like satyrs?” She shifts position on the bed, giving me a perfect view of her firm breasts. “Are you asking me to...become?”

“Only if you’re willing. There’s no need to answer me now.” I gently lower her to the bed, which she allows with an almost swooning motion. I brush her chocolate locks away from her precious face and gently remove her spectacles. “For the moment, will you accept my pleasure?”

She sighs as I remove her clothing once more. “Pan...yes.”

All my energy is focused into every kiss, every touch and lick of her delicate neck, her supple breasts and slim stomach. By the time I reach her crotch, she is thoroughly wet and hotter than Hepheastus’ forge.

“Oh...aah, Pan...take me, please...I need you, please!” Vanessa grasps my horns and pulls me into her, and my control is lost. I pleasure her to extremes with my tongue, lapping her juices with total abandon.

I grasp her breast and rear as my motions increase. Deftly, I tease her release, delivering her rapture no human could ever produce. She thrashes and moans at my every touch, writhing in ecstasy for countless hours.

“Pan...yes! More! Make me cum, Pan, make...ooh, make me...cu...cccuUUUMMMM!!!”

She explodes with her first climax, then her second and third.

Once she begins to tire, I decrease my pace to allow her one final orgasmic release. My human lover lay upon her bed, panting and fatigued, but smiling and laughing.

“Pan...oh, Pan...so wonderful...”

I chuckle as I settle beside her. “Such is the strength of the satyr. Such could be your strength, if you desire it so.”

Vanessa grins at me once more. “Beauty, fun, pleasure forever. That’s what you said.”

“Have you decided, then?”

She looks away for a moment. “Well...”