Please, he’s been waiting for this.

Kethaeros blinked slowly at her. His lips curled in some inhuman semblance of a smile.

Not enough excitement for one day?

Pan blushed, pulling her hands away. "You're making fun of me..."

An arm snaked behind her and tugged her close, her breasts flush against his chest. He brought his maw down beside her face, to growl affectionately in her ear. Without thinking, she tilted her head, exposing her neck to feel his hot breath on her. Pan felt the familiar ache in her pussy as something hard poked against her abdomen.

Never.

A languid lick up the side of her neck. The brush of teeth. Pan buried her fingers in his fur again and clung to him as if she would be washed away by the sensation. Claws tugged at the fabric of her dress, threatening to rip right through it. Pan snapped out of her haze when she heard tear of several stitches.

What vexing things, Kethaeros purred.

"Wait! Don't ruin it, I'll take it off," she pleaded between giggles.

Kethaeros relented and released her. Pan stood and hiked the simple cotton shift up over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her bare before the Spirit. Within seconds Kethaeros had his hands on her again, pulling her back to him. Pan was a willing doll, happy to be manhandled as she straddled Kethaeros' lap, grinding her wet slit against his cock.

This was not like the first time. She wanted him, and she did not care to fight it. What dignity was there in denying what was meant to be? Pan reached down and gave Kethaeros' cock a firm stroke from tip to knot. She guided the head to her entrance, but Kethaeros' gripped her wrist to stop her.

Let me show you something.

Without any further warning, Kethaeros repositioned them both. Pan now faced the wisteria tree on her knees, with Kethaeros behind her. Kethaeros then guided her hands to the trunk and gripped her hips, the pinpricks of his claws sending sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. She could feel the head of his cock parting her lips.

Focus on what you feel inside you.

With a low growl, Kethaeros slid his cock into her. Pan tried to thrust back into him but he held her in an iron grip. She could feel his knot pressing right up against her lips, driving her mad. She tried once more to **** it inside, to no avail. He chuckled, the sound rumbling inside her and making her moan.

I said focus, little one. There is a lesson in this.

"Please just fuck me," she whimpered.

No. You need to learn.

His cock was thick and hot in her, torturing her as it rubbed against her inner walls. Her clit ached, but when she tried to touch it Kethaeros pinned her hand to the trunk of the tree. She tilted her head back and looked up into the branches, where hundreds of amethyst flowers hung. So beautiful, she thought. So delicate, as their color shone through the pleasure-haze that fogged her mind.

Good. Now draw up from yourself, and change them.

"Change them? B-but how?" She panted.

The same way you would make them bloom. But now you can do so much more.

Seeing no way out of this, Pan closed her eyes again, focusing on the heat, the stretch, the pleasure. She channeled these feelings up from her core and focused her energy into the tree, up through the trunk and into the branches. The deep purple of the wisteria flowers began to fade. Yet just as Pan was about to lose heart, color flooded back into the flowers. An explosion of red bloomed above their heads as the flowers turned crimson.

Pan was ecstatic. She could still feel the tree drawing from her, searching for more. Kethaeros purred behind her, maintaining his slow, grinding pace. Her body trembled with need. She could feel her own wetness soaking her thighs. This sexual energy, this magic, whatever it was thrummed inside her, just below the surface of her skin. It was torturous, and euphoric.

"Please," she moaned. "I see it now. I understand."

She was rewarded by Kethaeros dropping his hand from her hip and sliding it between her legs, where he pressed the pad of a finger to her clit. Pan cried out as a shudder ran through her. She bucked back against his knot, and Kethaeros matched her thrust with his own, sheathing himself deep inside her. Pan could only hold on for dear life as he fucked her. She could feel the energy flowing from him into her, filling her to the point of overflow.

Let it take you.

He did not need to command her twice. A sound somewhere between a moan and sob tore from Pan's throat as she came, spasming around Kethaeros' cock locked inside her. Kethaeros did not let up as he fucked her through her orgasm, each thrust wracking her body with another spasm. By the time Kethaeros had emptied his seed inside her, Pan was all but ****.

Kethaeros scooped up his little bride and pulled her against him. He turned her face upward with the tip of his claw, and she saw that the flowers had changed in size as well. Their petals had expanded, making them double the size they were originally. And just like her first meeting with Kethaeros, the flowers appeared to be breathing.

You've done a marvelous job. See how you've brought such life to them. This is your power now.

Pan could only smile, her sex-addled brain not fit for words.

Rest now a moment. I have much more to teach you.