End of the Chase

The chase had been swift, through the meadow and through the forest, but as they gained ground near to her spring, the water nymph Eupheme let herself fall down to the ground, laughing as the goat-horned god followed close behind.

"Ah, Pan, you're getting slow," she said, laughter coloring her words.

His hand pressed over her mouth. "Hush, woman. What would your son say if he found us this way?"

"He's your son, too," she replied, smiling as she played with a ringlet of his hair. He smelled of sweat, and pine, and wine, and summer, she thought as he smiled, moving over her. Her heart beat loudly in her chest from the exertion, and the excitement of the moment.

"Yes, and nearly grown. Shall we make him a sister?" His hand slid up the edge of her gown, running callused fingers up the

It had been a long time, too long since they had last played this game. His eyes, merry but intense, bore into her She could feel his manhood ready and willing, pressing again her thigh.

"Why not?" she replied, letting her hands slide down his back, letting herself press closer to him. "Who knows - maybe the Muses will teach her to sing. After all, her father is known to be quite musical."

He bucked against her. "That's not all he's known for," he said.

Soon, she forgot about sons and daughters and everything else but the moment at hand.

A/N Eupheme was a Nymph of Mount Helicon in Boeotia in central Greece who nursed the Muses. She was loved by the god Pan, the goat-horned god of shepherds and flocks, of mountain wilds, hunting and rustic music, and bore him a son named Crotos who became a close companion of the nine goddesses. Eupheme "the well-spoken" was probably the Naiad (water nymph) of the Heliconian spring, whose waters were believed to inspire poets.