Magic comes in all shapes and sizes: wizards and witches, elves and sorcerers, but also in the magic of myth. For my post today I'd like to present a little flash I've recently written involving Pan and his merman, a little taste of ancient magic.
Pan drew out the note as long as he could, until his lungs burned and he had to breathe or perish. With careful movements he put the flute down and stood, not wanting to startle the merman back into the water.
The man had been coming for the last three days, edging closer to shore each time. Today he lay supine against a stone, head thrown back, drowsy in sunlight.
“Let him be,” Pan warned, but his thumping heart and leaping pulses refused to listen. He crept trembling down the mossy bank. The man was glorious! Glinting silver and turquoise. His magnificent tail swished lazily and Pan wanted suddenly to be held tight in those strong arms, crushed against the beating heart of the man.
He caught back a whimper. So close! The merman’s perfect face was within inches of his hungry lips. He need only lean…
“Are you going to kiss me?”
The deep voice pulsed through Pan’s body. “If you’ll permit me.”
A smile tugged the beautiful lips and they parted, beckoning. Pan touched the cool lips with his own, pressed deeper and fell into warmth and sweet desire, the glide of lips and tongue bringing him instantly, painfully alive.
“Shall I love you, my wild beauty?” the merman invited.
Pan eyed the deep water. “I’m afraid.”
“I won’t let harm come to you, my pet. Say yes.”
“Yes,” Pan breathed and climbed into the merman’s reaching arms.
* * *
Darkness is spreading in the world with only the powerful Agenor family to oppose it. In the guise of a stone gargoyle atop the castle walls, Adrian has protected Philip, the young heir, since birth, watching him grow from childhood into a strong but lonely man without love.
When the clan chief, Philip’s father, is murdered by those he trusted, Adrian resumes his human form to better protect his beloved Philip. And finds his love returned. As lovers, their passion is all-consuming, but as they fight against treachery from within, will their love be enough to stem the dark tide sweeping the land? And will it be enough to keep Adrian’s heart alive…
Light flickered in the bedroom as Philip lit a candelabrum. It drew Adrian like a moth, and he peered through the thick glass of the window. His heart constricted. His dear one sat on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands, a solitary figure in the soft candlelight.
Philip’s chin rose, and he looked achingly young, although he’d reached his twentieth year. His chest rose on a deep breath, and he stood. Adrian’s heart jumped when he stripped out of his clothing. He knew he should walk away when Philip began to run his hands over his taut body, but the desperate loneliness in the beloved face kept him rooted in place.
Slim fingers danced over white skin, then Philip threw his head back. A gasp escaped him as he pinched his pale nipples. Adrian trembled with the desire that seared his blood. He ached to see his own hand, dark as the mahogany bedposts, splayed against that ivory chest, wanted his mouth on those tight buds. He held his breath when Philip’s fingers strayed lower, following the line of sparse golden curls to his penis, erect and arching toward his flat stomach. Philip cupped his firm balls, and Adrian stifled a groan in his throat as Philip’s cock lifted, displayed to his hungry gaze as the young man messaged his tight sac.
Mesmerized and shaking, Adrian watched Philip pleasure himself while his own cock hardened. He moaned aloud, imagining his darling’s thick shaft sliding into his mouth. He ached to thrust his erection deep into Philip’s body. It had been so long… A lifetime’s worth of empty days and nights while he protected the Agenor heir. He’d seen Philip grow from childhood to a beautiful, lonely young man.
Philip came in his hands with a shout, and semen splashed like pearls up his chest and against his white neck. Hot lust jolted Adrian, and he took an unconscious step toward the door, desperate to run his tongue over Philip’s body, to lick him clean. He stopped, swaying with need. He couldn’t go to his darling, much as he longed to.
Adrian touched the glass separating them as Philip sank on the bed and curled into himself. He felt his lover’s scalding tears in his own eyes. “Soon, my heart,” he whispered, choked with emotion. He couldn’t go to Philip, not until he’d seen to his safety. Anguished, he raced across the stone balcony and leapt into the sky. His black wings stretched out on either side of him, and he soared, his heart a wild thing in his chest as he rode the wind.
As I said, magic comes in all forms. Here's a little excerpt from a story of mine where a gargoyle is brought to life through the power of love and helps our hero by using his magic.