Touch it, of course!

Pan swallowed hard before reaching out and lightly touching the tip. Then she wrapped her hand around the shaft and gave it one slow stroke. It was warm, and hard. It twitched in her hand, and she let go with a start. To her relief, he did not chuckle, or make any snide remark. He only watched her in mild interest as she tried to acquaint herself with him once more.

She had never experienced a real cock before. The witches of the Celadon Wilds had little interaction with the surrounding villages, as most regular folk opted to stay far out of the heart of the woods. Pan had seen human men before, of course, but she had never been overly interested in their dealings, nor had she ever really had the opportunity to approach one.

Not that it would have really helped here.

Her heart thundering in her chest, Pan glanced between Kethaeros' face and the tip of his cock before dipping down and swiping her tongue over the tip. It was... sweet, almost. Fearing she would lose her nerve if she looked Kethaeros' in the eye now, she leaned further and took the whole head into her mouth. A sigh rumbled in her mind as she explored the head with her tongue.

Warmth bloomed inside her, starting at her core and flowing into her extremities. She wrapped her hand around the base above his knot as she dipped lower, bringing him further into her mouth. She almost made it to the base, but his girth made her jaw ache and the ridge of his head on the back of her tongue threatened to make her gag. Pan pulled back from Kethaeros' cock with a string of saliva and a dust of pink on her cheeks.

You are displeased. Why?

Pan's blush darkened. In truth, she was embarrassed. "I didn't think... I just thought it would be easier than this," she admitted. As the words left her lips, she tensed. Why had she just told him that?

And yet, he did not tease her. In fact, his expression was soft.

You will learn to trust me yet, dear one. As for that, do not let it trouble you. Your touch is my greatest pleasure. Such is the nature of our Binding.

With that, Kethaeros stood in one fluid motion and gently but firmly pushed her into the ground. He loomed over her, his cock resting on her pubic bone until he shifted so that it pressed against her vulva. Pan's eyes went wide. Her hands flew to his chest and she pushed back against him.

"Wait, what are you doing?" She asked.

Completing our union, sweet one. His voice was a purr. This is how it must be.

"Wait, please," Pan begged. "I'm not... I can't..." I'm afraid, she thought.

Pan felt the rumble in his chest as he growled. She flinched when he brought his face to hers, but he only nuzzled her hair. He licked the delicate shell of her ear. He brought his teeth to graze her neck so gently that it left no mark. Despite the tightness in her chest, the sensations trickled down past it and into her heated core. She was wet.

Your fear has no place with me. He purred. With my teeth, I shall chase it from you.

Pan looked up at him with shining eyes. He met her gaze, but her focus was on his third eye. It electrified her soul. This monster, and the feelings it gave her, they were all hers. She could not be rid of them even if she wanted to. And in this moment, she did not want to.

"Can I... can we try this a different way?" She asked meekly.

His expression was impassive. What other way is there?

Pan pushed back on his chest again, this time with intent. Kethaeros moved off of her, but she continued pressing him back until his back touched the trunk of the wisteria tree. She climbed on top of him then, straddling his hips as his cock nestled in the groove of her slit. Pan leaned in and kissed the Spirit's nose. Another low growl reverberated in her mind, tinged with amusement.

I see. I misunderstood.

For the first time since meeting Kethaeros, Pan smiled. Keeping one hand on his chest to steady herself, Pan reached down between them and positioned his cock at her entrance. Locking eyes with him, Pan sank down on his cock inch by inch until his knot reached her lips. Her breath came out in quick little pants as she shifted her hips around, trying to adjust to his size.

"I can't take anymore," she whimpered. "It won't fit."

It will. Do not **** it.

Kethaeros' hands went to her hips, the tips of his claws pressed gingerly into the flesh of her ass cheeks on either side. The pinpricks excited her. Slowly, steadily, Pan began rising up and lowering herself on his cock, just as she did with the giggleshrooms. But Kethaeros felt better than any mushroom. Soft, breathy moans passed her lips as she rode him, her pussy soaked and aching.

Without warning, Kethaeros grabbed her hair and pulled down, drawing her head back and exposing her throat. He drew his tongue from her left nipple, to her collarbone, to her neck, to her jaw. Her fingers twisted in his fur as she whimpered and her pussy spasmed around him. Kethaeros gave her one swift thrust, and it was over.

Whatever hesitation Pan had melted away as she bounced on his cock, her movements erratic as the pleasure mounted. Her free hand flew to her clit as Kethaeros worried a nipple gently between his teeth. He began rocking beneath her, giving little thrusts each time she met his knot. The tension coiled in her, and without a single thought she came down hard as Kethaeros thrust up, and the knot stretched her wide as it slipped inside her.

Pan screamed as she came, her back arching and her legs twitching helplessly as her hips rocked out the waves of her orgasm. A snarl tore through the haze of her mind as Kethaeros came inside her, and if she had not already been in the throws of her own orgasm she swore in her mind she would have come again.

The last thing she remembered was Kethaeros cradling her close as she slipped from consciousness, his cock still seated deep within her.

(A/N: Hello all, I promise the story is not dead! It’s been a rough couple of months, but I’ve finally gotten back in the groove of writing and hopefully will be more regular here from now on! Please enjoy the two new chapters, and look forward to next week!)