[Greek Mythology] Pan/Iphigenia, Gratitude
Title: Gratitude
Fandom: Greek Mythology
Characters: Pan, Iphigenia
Pairing: Pan/Iphigenia
Summary: Prompt: Greek Myth, Pan/Iphigenia, He saves her, but for a price--her virginity
Warning: het, dub-con, underage, NSFW
Author's notes: Written for Mythology Kink Meme
Pan/Iphigenia, Gratitude - Trigger warning: Dub-con, underage
She’s such a lovely scared little thing. Barely a woman, almost a child still, with thin white arms and small white hands, and innocent blue eyes so wide with awe and fear. Her unripe breast rises in quick, shallow breaths, like she’s afraid that if she stops breathing for just a moment she’ll stop forever and this time no one will be here to save her. Good old Thanatos - mortals are just so obsessed with him, aren’t they? He thanks him silently.
She clings to life so beautifully, his little Iphigenia with her eyes so big and blue and so bright with that desperate, hungry light. To tell the truth, he expects fear and a maiden’s shame, maybe even disgust, a struggle - all those things that make a hunt worth it, at least until he gets a flute instead of the soft, pliant flesh of a nymph - as he grips her slim shoulders and pushes her down and rips her pretty dress from her graceful pale body. Instead, he only gets the gratitude she owes her god, her saviour. He kisses her small pink mouth, and she immediatly gives in under his tongue and teeth, so inexperienced and frail that he could break her with just a touch.
She lays down so quietly and spreads her legs wide, grits her teeth and shuts her eyes closed as he enters her roughly and as his fingers search for her small breasts and pinch and tease her nipples until she bites her lip. She tries not to let any noise escape her mouth - she’s the daughter of a king, so proud and strong, even if that very king was the one who vowed to kill her -, she swallows every little cry down and chokes on every tiny moan stuck in her throat. But he can feel her smooth legs trembling as they brush the coarse hair on his, can feel her short nails digging into his back and the slick warmth of her flesh clenching around him, and he can see the long dishevelled locks of dark gold dancing on her shoulders as her back arches begging silently for more.
He can see little drops of red and white on her thighs when he lets her raise to her feet, and pain and confusion grazing the delicate lines of her face, under the calm composure she’s trying so hard to mantain.
She thanks him, and he smiles as he promises he will always save her.
Fandom: Greek Mythology
Characters: Pan, Iphigenia
Pairing: Pan/Iphigenia
Summary: Prompt: Greek Myth, Pan/Iphigenia, He saves her, but for a price--her virginity
Warning: het, dub-con, underage, NSFW
Author's notes: Written for Mythology Kink Meme
Pan/Iphigenia, Gratitude - Trigger warning: Dub-con, underage
She’s such a lovely scared little thing. Barely a woman, almost a child still, with thin white arms and small white hands, and innocent blue eyes so wide with awe and fear. Her unripe breast rises in quick, shallow breaths, like she’s afraid that if she stops breathing for just a moment she’ll stop forever and this time no one will be here to save her. Good old Thanatos - mortals are just so obsessed with him, aren’t they? He thanks him silently.
She clings to life so beautifully, his little Iphigenia with her eyes so big and blue and so bright with that desperate, hungry light. To tell the truth, he expects fear and a maiden’s shame, maybe even disgust, a struggle - all those things that make a hunt worth it, at least until he gets a flute instead of the soft, pliant flesh of a nymph - as he grips her slim shoulders and pushes her down and rips her pretty dress from her graceful pale body. Instead, he only gets the gratitude she owes her god, her saviour. He kisses her small pink mouth, and she immediatly gives in under his tongue and teeth, so inexperienced and frail that he could break her with just a touch.
She lays down so quietly and spreads her legs wide, grits her teeth and shuts her eyes closed as he enters her roughly and as his fingers search for her small breasts and pinch and tease her nipples until she bites her lip. She tries not to let any noise escape her mouth - she’s the daughter of a king, so proud and strong, even if that very king was the one who vowed to kill her -, she swallows every little cry down and chokes on every tiny moan stuck in her throat. But he can feel her smooth legs trembling as they brush the coarse hair on his, can feel her short nails digging into his back and the slick warmth of her flesh clenching around him, and he can see the long dishevelled locks of dark gold dancing on her shoulders as her back arches begging silently for more.
He can see little drops of red and white on her thighs when he lets her raise to her feet, and pain and confusion grazing the delicate lines of her face, under the calm composure she’s trying so hard to mantain.
She thanks him, and he smiles as he promises he will always save her.