Title: Of Laziness and Lust
Prompt: Lazy in the Sunshine
Fandom: Original
Characters: Pan, an unnamed Nymph, mention of another nymph and a shepherd
Word count: 473
Rating: OT for nudity and dub-con smexiness
Summary: Pan and a nymph give into their lust…
Author’s note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes therein are my own. Please also note that this was written for Faerie Wish 13’s Summer Amnesty and Allbingo’s June Cotton Candy Bingo.
Pan lay on his back, his fingers laced together behind his head like a pillow. He lazed in the sunshine while a mixed flock of sheep and goats grazed around him. Their shepherd was off frolicking with a couple of nymphs. Their laughter made him smile and Pan hoped for the young man’s sake, that the two nymphs would stop teasing him. So what if the shepherd was a mortal, who cared? Sex was a good thing as far as he was concerned. Besides, he knew from personal experience that both the shepherd and nymphs in general were good lays.
One of the nymphs ran by, giggling, and Pan reached out and grabbed her by the ankle. She went down with a squeal and as she struggled to get away, Pan rolled over and grabbed her other ankle. “Where’re you going?” he asked as he squinted at her. Pan pulled her closer.
The nymph squealed. “Nowhere!” She wriggled in his grasp until she had rolled over onto her back. Naked except for a crown of flowers in her hair, she tried to cover herself with her hands.
Pan snorted. “You let a mortal boy gaze upon your beauty, but a god like me can’t?”
The nymph blushed as she hiked herself up on her elbows. “Happy now?”
He grinned. “Yeah.” He liked what he saw. The nymph was pale as moonlight and as hairless as he was hairy. She was slim hipped with small pointy breasts, and her coppery red hair fell in long ringlets around her shoulders. He grew hard at the thought of rutting her, but the summer heat left him feeling lazy. He stared at her lustfully, hoping she would take the hint, and open her legs to him. His cock twitching, he ground his hips into the grass beneath him. Pan moaned softly.
The nymph smiled. She had heard tales of his prowess and she wondered if he was as good they said he was. She lay back down in the grass, her thighs firmly clamped together as she decided whether or not to lie with him. When he snaked a rough, calloused palm between her thighs and stroked her folds, she opened her legs and gave into his lust.
Pan quickly mounted her. He pounded away, his little grunts of pleasure mingled with her soft cries. The nymph was pleasantly surprised by how good he was. He seemed to hit all the right spots as she arched up into to him. She rode wave after wave of pleasure, screaming his name when they climaxed together.
They lay together afterwards, as they came down from their high, in the warm sunshine. The shepherd, his flock, and her sister nymph were long gone, not that either one cared. Feeling lazy, they remained where they were, wrapped in each other’s arms.