There were perks, Dora heard. Super strength and super endurance sounded exciting but Rob was a regular man between the sheets. He didn’t have a lab accident like Nova Burst or exposure to mutating amounts of toxic goo like Backup Generator. Rob was a regular nerdy super genius who built himself an amazing super powered suit. He didn’t even have a secret lair or super base. Rob believed in keeping a secret identity. He lived in the small house he inherited from his grandmother.
Dora moved to the kitchen. Another night with a movie for company and eating ice cream out of the carton, like a savage. Maybe Rob would arrive when the movie finished. Dora didn’t care enough either way to change out of the ribbon. She reached for the fuzzy green blanket on the back of the sofa.
“Mister noble, mister right,” Dora said, between spoons of butter pecan. “Mister sorry babe, let’s try another night.” She had known Rob for so long, since college. It was hard to imagine her life without him but Dora couldn’t see a future with Rob out fighting crime and her alone every night.
Dammit, she wanted to fuck. She’d been thinking about her birthday celebrations all day. Panties wet with anticipation made concentrating on her work too difficult. Rob said he would wear the helmet. The anonymity of the mask and the idea of her very own hero between her thighs turned her on.
Sitting on the sofa, Dora spread her legs enough to reach a finger down to the lips of her pussy. Her arousal had not evaporated with disappointment. Her finger circled around her clit, spreading her own juice. She needed something in her and a lot of it. Quality time with her vibrator was not going to cut it. Her efforts relax only ramped up her desire, not relieving her tension. Desperate, she put the carton of ice cream between her legs. The cold tub pressed against her inflamed pussy and she gasped from the shock. Frustratingly, the temperature change did not blunt her horniness. Rob needed to walk through the front door right this minute so she could jump his bones.
Dora became aware that she was being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Sheepishly, she put the ice cream tub on the coffee table.
Clutching the blanket more tightly around herself, Dora went to the open balcony door. It was a chilly night. She shivered when her bare feet hit the concrete of the balcony. The lights of Keystone City spread out beneath the balcony.
In the dark, she could hear the heavy breathing of someone else.
“I’m not alone,” Dora said. “My boyfriend went out for pizza. He’ll be back any minute.”
“You’re not a good liar, Dora,” a gruff voice said. “You are very much alone and your boyfriend is currently waist deep cooling magma. He’s not coming home with a pizza anytime soon.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, trying to sound confident.
“Again, please, stop with the deceit. Rob should be ashamed of himself for ignoring such a beautiful woman.”
This person knew. Shit. Dora was about to be a hostage.
“He’ll find me,” Dora said.
“I’m sure he’ll try.”
“He loves me too much to just let you walk away after this is over.”
A tut-tutting sound came from the dark. “Dora, please. When did you develop this nasty habit for fibbing? We both know he chooses being the savior of strangers over you. Everyday he makes a choice and everyday he chooses to be out there, rather than enjoying your…unique charms.”
Dora blushed. “If you’re going to bad mouth Rob, at least show me your face.”
A figure stepped into the light: curly brown hair, face covered with a dark mask with rough horns perched on his head, a bare chest, broad shoulders with impressive abs. Very distinctive goat-like legs covered in a thick curly brown hair, ended in cloven hooves. She recognized him as Pan, a minor villain. He was obviously trying to make his name by kidnapping the girlfriend of a well known super.
“If he really loved you, would he leave you alone night after night?”
Dora said nothing as Pan approached. As he closed in, his body radiated warmth. His lack of trousers, even a loin cloth, distracted her. What did all that hair feel like? Was it coarse or soft? His hand, hairier than an average man’s hand but normal in size and function, reached out to the blanket and pulled it modestly over her shoulder. She sighed in relief.
“If he loved you, he would move the stars in the sky to spend every night here. He would silence the world to never have a reason to leave your side. Instead, what does he do? He answers a distress signal from an abandoned volcano lair.” Pan snorted, nostrils flaring. “As if any legitimate villain has used those things since the sixties.”
“Did you hurt Rob?”
“I sent him some pretty geese to chase.” Pan gave her long, appraising look. Dora pulled the blanket tighter. “I think it’s time to leave, don’t you? I’d offer to let you change but I’m rather partial to your wardrobe at the moment.”
His words sent an electric thrill through her. “I won’t go with you,” she said.
“Yes you will.”
Something pricked her on the shoulder and Dora slide into oblivion.
Chapter Two
Dora awoke with a fuzzy head and the fading impression of anger. She was in a leaf green room. The bed was covered in a soft velveteen blanket the deep color of moss. The carpeting was a plush grass green. The walls were painted a mottle of leafy greens, mimicking the sunlight through the trees. The ceiling blue sky through a canopy of leaves. There was no window and one door, which Dora did not bother to check, figuring it locked. She was, of course, naked except for the large pink scarf tied around her chest. At least she wasn’t tied to the bedpost.
Pan’s words repeated in her mind. Rob chose to answer an obvious fake distress call rather than celebrate her birthday. A secret volcano lair? How fake was that? Rob’s decision left her alone and now at the mercy of a mutated goat-man super villain. Her anger resurfaced. Who the hell was Pan anyway?
Dora tried to remember any power or abilities he had and drew a blank. Her mind kept going back to the sexual prowess of the god Pan, the god who seduced the moon. Statues of Pan featured a prominent phallus, usually mid-coitus with a woman or another creature. How closely did this Pan mimic the god? On the balcony, he certainly looked the part of a god with that deep voice which rattled her.
Dora shook her head, trying clear her thoughts. He had given her an appreciative once over on the balcony. The memory of that look with its naked longing made her blush. Dora reached for the blanket to cover herself but changed her mind. Fuck it. It was her birthday.
She was going to get laid.
The door opened. Pan entered.
He was taller than she remembered, but it had been hard to judge in the dark. He still wore the mask. He was naked; bare-chested and no pants, with only the thick growth of hair covering his legs. His skin was a glowing olive tone. His dusky pink member was obvious, resting in the curling brown hair. Pan really did appear to be half goat, half man with his goat-shaped legs and cloven hoofs. He was gorgeous.
He paused to gaze at her. The lust was obvious. He didn’t even try to hide his desire. His eyes gleamed, as if proud of his swelling penis. Dora appreciated the honesty.
“I don’t believe in locked doors,” he said, at length. “You are my guest, not my prisoner.”
“I’m your hostage.”
“Hostage implies I intend to give you back.” He paused. “I have no such intentions.”
Remembering her purpose, Dora undid the bow. The pink fabric fell to the floor. Dora knew she was on the cute side of beautiful but was confident. Her stature was too short and her hips and bust too full to be classical beautiful. Her heart shaped face was too wide eye to lend her credibility as an adult and her long, dark hair was wild and always escaping from up-dos.
Pan grew fully erect. He was big boy, indeed. Dora licked her lips. She wasn’t use to accommodating so much but felt sure she’d fine a way. She prided herself on her hospitality.
“It’s my birthday,”
she said.
“I know.”
“Aren’t you going to give me my present?”
Pan rushed forward and scooped Dora into an embrace. His mouth claimed hers. His kiss urgent and passionate. He was strong. She could feel the muscles taunt in his arms.
Dora’s passion caught fire from his excitement. This man desired her. This man planned to lure her neglectful boyfriend away on her birthday so he could have her. This man thought about her. She figured into his schemes. Being the object of his intellect was most erotic thing she could imagine. She ran a hand down his thigh. While his hair appeared wild and curly, it was silky soft.
She reached a hand to his mask. His head jerked away. He gave a little shake. Dora instead lightly touched his horn. It was rough to the touch. He gave a sigh. Sensitive in the horns, apparently.
He kissed her nipples, now hard with desire. She gasped and caressed his horns. He knelt before her, kissing lightly her abdomen and pressing his forehead to her womb. With a sudden growl, he leapt forward, tossing her over his shoulder and rushing towards the bed. Dora laughed in delight.
Thrown to the bed, Dora tried to roll away. Pan was fast and pinned her, arms on either side. His member was hard and hung between them. She laughed and kissed him deeply. She raised her legs to wrap them around his hips. Her pussy was wet and gaping wide. She ached. She wanted to be fucked. Hard.
The head of his cock pressed against the outer lips of her cunt, meeting a momentarily resistance. Dora spread her legs wide and took a deep breath. He entered her slowly, giving her a few heart beats to adjust to the pressure of him inside of her. His cock had considerable girth to it. Was it more goat like than man like? Regardless, it felt amazing. Pan moved the shaft back before moving deeper into her. Working this way, he brought his balls to press against the lips of her pussy. Dora moaned in pleasure.
Pan did not start gentle or soft. Each thrust was deep and hard. Dora matched his rhythm, enjoying the pressure of him above her and sensation of him in her. His hand gripped her shoulder. Tomorrow there would be a bruise and she did not care.
The pace changed from quick and steady to slow and forceful. Each thrust pounded into her and made her breasts jiggle with the force of his fucking. She moaned in pleasure. She lifted her hips, to meet his thrusts and ride the sensation to her climax.
“Don’t stop, please,” she cried.
Dora arched her back and shuddered. Pan withdrew and shot his hot, sticky load on her stomach. With a sigh, he lowered himself on the bed next to her. He gathered her into his wonderfully strong arms and hugged her close. Dora closed her eyes and rested her check against the smooth skin of his chest. He smelled amazing: loamy and like the deepest parts of the forest. Happy birthday.
She slept.
Chapter Three
Dora woke with a start. Pan stretched out on his back next to her, arms folded behind his head.
“I should apologize,” he said. “I had no control over myself. I always imagine our first time together would be more…more.”
Dora rolled over to look at him in the light. His knees bent like a goat’s. His legs, thick and strong, were not human. “I think it’s flattering to be so desired,” she said.
His head turned and gazed into her eyes. “And I have. For years.”
Dora reached for the mask. His head jerked back. “You kidnapped me,” she said. “I think it’s only fair.” After a pause, he nodded.
The mask removed itself easily. Underneath was the face of a god. He had large, warm brown eyes fleck with gold. His nose was thin and straight. His lips were the perfect mixture of masculine and plush. Cheekbones so high and well defined they could cut glass. Brown hair curled in a mischievous manner, matching his grin. She had seen this face a hundred times before on classic Greek statues but never on a living man.
“I’m afraid,” he said in a teasing tone, “that the accident that gave me this,” motioning broadly to his lower extremities, “also changed my human features. I am not the man you knew.”
“So I knew you.”
“Not well, but yes.”
“And Rob.”
“Quite the mysterious figure from your past, aren’t I?”
Dora went through a short list of possibilities: someone from her past, someone from school, not work, someone who vanished under mysterious circumstances or suffered an accident. “How long have I been here?” she asked.
“A little under twelve hours. No guesses about my identity?”
Dora pulled herself to her knees, kneeling next to Pan’s reclining figure. “And where am I? Is this Arcadia?”
“This is my home,” he said. His gaze firmly planted on her bosom. Dora arched her back and stretched slowly. His head bobbed up, following her breasts, not even a bit ashamed of his hungry gaze. He was erect again. Dora smiled.
“And what will you do when Rob gets here?” Dora leaned over his torso. Her long, dark hair nearly touching his chest. Her breasts hung freely down, like fruit heavy and gravid, waiting to be plucked. He reached for her. Dora moved back, just out of reach.
“If he finds us,” Pan said, voice growing husky, “I can disable his bag of tricks. Can you name me yet?”
Dora kissed his perfectly shaped lips. They were firm and pliable. It was like kissing a god. “I know who you are, Paul Jensen,” she said. “How could I forget?”
His face and figure had changed, but his voice did not. She remembered Rob’s college roommate. They studied engineering while she studied organic chemistry. She suspected Paul had a crush on her then. She noticed the way he looked at her with covetous eyes when she in their dorm room. Paul disappeared before graduation, presumably from the transformative accident of which Pan spoke. After all this time, this powerful man still nurtured a crush from school.
She climbed on top of him. His considerable manhood, fully erect, pressed onto the lips of her pussy. His hands ran down her arms before resting on her hips. Strong hands squeezed her buttocks and his hips strained forward, as if to set her off in motion. “Tell me,” she said, high atop her perch, “how you wanted it to be.”
“This.”
“No, this is what I want. What do you want?”
He snarled in frustration, upper lip curling. Dora raised herself a fraction, sending an intoxicating thrill down her spine. Pan moaned. Hard beyond belief now. She sat slightly off center, preventing penetration but allow contact with the inner folds of her hot, moist cunt.
“What do you want,” she repeated. She moved again, just a fraction. Holding herself back was too much. Her goal to tease Pan inadvertently turned to self-torture. She bit her lower lip, unsure how much longer she could restrain herself.
“I want…I want you to say my name,” he said at last.
“Yes, Paul, I want that, too.”
Dora shifted her weight and his cocked pushed into her.
His hands guided her up on his cock and down again. It was a frustrating slow pace but it pleased her to have control of the depth and the speed. “No,” he said, between gasps. “I want you to say my real name.”
His real name. The excitement of this man identifying so strongly with his masked name set off a spark of desire in her cunt stronger than anything she had ever experienced. It spread like wildfire. “Pan,” she said. All his power, all this influence and he just wanted her to identify him, to see him for who he really was. Paul Jensen never had the nerve to ask out his crush, but Pan plotted to get her alone; to take her to secluded location and seduce her. Naked before her, she desired him like nothing else.
“Pan,” she repeated, her voice growing ragged with desire. She leaned down to kiss him, her breasts hanging, unsupported. He clutched at her back and pushed her onto his cock. He was in her as deeply as possible and she wanted more. “Pan,” she cried. He thrust harder, bouncing her off his pelvis with a surprising force.
Just as Dora neared the peak, Pan rolled her off to the side. Still deep in her, he did not lose a beat. Her knees pushed back toward
s her chest at the limits of her flexibility; open for him, ass raised higher than her head. His weight pressed against her clit with maddening intensity.
Pan controlled the pace this time and did not spend himself in a fit of lust. Dora matched his rhythm. Each thrust shook her and she repeated his name with ecstatic glee. He grew stronger, more measured. She chanted the name of her lover with the fever of new found religion, like a prayer for release and ecstasy. She sobbed when she came, her voice hoarse.
Pan came inside of her. No one had ever done that before. The warm and wet sensation spread as his cum leaked into the hair of her pussy.
Dora tried to catch her breath. Pan pressed himself against her back, arms wrapped around her and his face buried in her hair.
“Do I please you?”
Dora nodded, beyond words.
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