Chapter 12
Still on the ground, I turn toward his voice. Across the
room, the first thing I see are Endymion’s luscious jades,
as green as the thick, dense forest of Arkadia. Relief
blossoms inside of my stomach. My heart flutters, elated to
be here, within his presence.
I smile small and meek, as his eyes are always the first
thing that captures my attention. From the very first time, I
fell in love with his emerald pairs, so beautiful and full of
life. But now, his eyes have darkened with worry and his
brows are drawn together.
Behind him morning light spills in from the tall windows,
lighting up the spacious area. Endymion stands from
behind a desk and walks around it, his eyes locked on my
own.
“What has happened to you?”
“I-I wanted to say hi.” My voice is a whisper.
With the light shining from behind Endymion, it creates this
radiant glow outlining his physical form.
He asks, “What are you doing here?”
“I shouldn’t be here.” I drop my eyes, knowing that this was
a mistake.
“Selene, you’re here to say ‘hi’ when I know that something
is clearly wrong.”
Coming here was a horrible slip because the Erinyes will
come after me.
“This was a mistake,” I murmur.
They are coming.
Endymion offers a hand to me, which I take. Upon pulling
me up his eyes are staring down at me, and he wipes
away the dampness from under my lashes. He’s talking to
me but I’m not hearing his words. I see his mouth moving
but the sound isn’t reaching my ears.
I was feeling a concoction of raging feelings. I am more
than happy to be within his presence, but I am terrified
now. If I avoid the Erinyes, the Horai without a doubt will
stop me from returning home. I will be punished and this
time there will be no Pan to save me.
I will suffer one hundred lashings.
Endymion lifts my chin, and I finally hear the urgency laced
within his words. “Selene, you need to tell me what is
going on.”
Instead of answering him, I throw myself against his chest.
“Hold me,” I beg, and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with
his familiar aroma. Closing my eyes, I cling to his shirt
knowing that this is likely the last time I will ever see him
again.
I will never get a chance to see his face again or feel his
warm embrace. Hear his voice and smell him. My fingers
tighten on the fabric, as if the tighter I hold, it would
guarantee that I would never leave Endymion’s presence.
I wish it worked like that.
At first, I don’t feel his warm embrace—it’s only for a
second or two, and in that time it felt longer, more dragged out. It felt like forever waiting for Endymion to wrap his
arms around me.
I sob into Endymion, hiccupping, and in another heartbeat,
he closes his arms around me. Despite the heaviness in
my stomach, it flutters; when he squeezes only a fraction
tighter, I sink into him. If it were possible, I wish he could
absorb my body. To hide me from the Horai and Erinyes.
With my luck, they would mistake Endymion for me and he
would be whipped.
He rests his chin on the top of my head. “Tell me who hurt
you.”
“No one hurt me,” I lied.
Withdrawing from our embrace, he steps back and grasps
my face, making me look up at him. “You’re disappearing
on me again.”
My heart aches. “I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Yes, you should have.”
“It’s too dangerous.”
“Selene, I swear I will call upon the wrath of Zeus if you do
not start talking.”
The wrath of Zeus will only get you punished.
I shake my head. “I need to go.”
“No, you need to start talking.”
At that moment, there is a knock on the door and
Endymion calls out to whoever is on the other side that they should go away. The door opens regardless, and a
woman with long blond hair enters the space.
“I doubt that was meant for me,” she muses, and upon
seeing Endymion and me, she pauses. Brown eyes study
what she had walked in on, but when she attempts to
speak Endymion cuts her off.
Endymion commands, “Leave.”
His arms hug me closer to his body.
“Leave?” she asks, insulted. “Endymion, who is she?”
His voice is a boisterous demand. “I said to leave!”
The woman flinches with a frown. “That’s her, isn’t it?
She’s the reason why you disappear at nights.”
“Arianna, do not let me tell you again.”
Glaring, Arianna holds her chin high. “Do not think for a
moment this ends here.” Then she turns on her heel,
leaving the room but slamming the door behind her.
Exhaling, I ask against his hard, masculine chest, “Who
was she?”
His fingers combed through my hair. After a moment of me
listening to his heart beating, Endymion replies cautiously,
“I am to wed Arianna.”
My body freezes and my breath hitches. “She’s the
beautiful damsel that waits in your bedchambers.”
“We are to be wed in a few days.”
Days... I pull away from him. “You lied to me.”
And you lied to him.
Endymion does not try to stop me from withdrawing. “I had
not denied there was anyone; I only told you that I wanted
you in my chambers.” Which wasn’t a lie, but still.
You were with Pan, moments before coming here.
The god had touched your pussy and had you screaming.
You had Pan’s cock in your mouth and his hot juices on
your face. He smeared his cum on your flesh, branding
you as his.
“I’m sorry, this was a horrible mistake.”
Who am I to judge?
Endymion shakes his head. “It is not a mistake.”
“No, how do you figure that?” I snap. Then I feel instantly
horrible because look at what happened between Pan and
me. I don’t have the right to feel displeased, but those
feelings are nonetheless present.
What would Endymion say if he found out about Pan?
I can’t imagine that he would be pleased.
With an ache gnawing on my heart, Endymion continues.
“Selene, it’s a wedding of convenience, nothing more.
Arianna has influences in other areas in which I do not. I
don’t love her, but I love you.”
“She is the reason why you never wanted to show me your
home,”
“I will end things with Arianna if you will wed me.”
This time Endymion’s question is not hypothetical. It’s real
and has settled a heavy silence between us. The air
surrounding us has thickened, crackling with intensity, and
I don’t know what to say. How can I answer when so much
has happened with myself, and now with Endymion’s own
little secret?
There isn’t a doubt in my mind that I still want him, more
than anything, but to abandon my home and family… I’m
still having a hard time coming to terms with that reality.
I shake my head, “You are promised to another woman.”
I should return home and accept the punishment. Move on
with my life, and leave Endymion with his mortal woman.
Leave Pan to his nymphs.
“Selene, am I that horrible of a man that you cannot fathom
being wed to me?”
No, never!
“You’re a cruel mortal for making me feel this horrible. This
can never work.”
He closes the small distance that I had created. “Selene, I
can be cruel and wicked because I want you to want me. I
want you to need me and I will find a way to manipulate
your pretty little mind into consuming me, every day, all
day because I love you and I believe this can work.”
Not knowing what to say, I stutter. “I-I am a goddess of the
moon.”
Endymion’s stare is intense. “And I am King of Elis.”
“Your wedding is in a few days.”
“I will suffer the consequences and call it off. You’ve had
my heart from the very first time I laid eyes on you.” He
takes my hand within his own.
I shake my head. “This is absurd.”
“I’ll tell you what is absurd, the fact that I know you love me
and you do not trust what is between you and me.” He
places my hand on his chest, and I feel his heart pounding.
“From the moment I saw you, I fell in love with you.”
“This has nothing to do with trust or love,” I inform,
withdrawing my hand.
“Love is trusting blindly.”
“Love shouldn’t be this complicated.”
“Sometimes it is, and I am willing to fight for you and me.
Why aren’t you willing to take that risk for me, Selene?
What must I do to prove to you that I want this, I want you?
If I could, I would live in your skin with you, to breathe the
same air as you. To think just like you. To understand how
and why you keep stopping yourself from giving yourself to
me—and I don’t mean physically.”
Unable to give him a reply, I’m turning away from
Endymion when a deafening scream booms from outside.
The Erinyes is here!
With wide eyes, I look at Endymion. “It’s here.”
He hurries toward the window ledge and looks out. “What’s
here?”
“The Erinyes,” I answer, and my skin pricks.
“I’ve heard stories about them, but I didn’t think that they
were real.” He looks back at me. “Why are they here?”
“They’re here for me.”
His dark brows draw together. “Why?”
“Because—”
I’m unable to finish that sentence because Endymion
curses, stumbling backward. Flying outside of the window
is the Erinyes. It steps onto the window ledge, gray hands
grabbing the inside of the castle walls. It shoves its head
inside and its head angles toward me. I have never
understood how it sees without eyes.
The Erinyes doesn’t look like any mortal or immortal. To
start, its flesh is gray and it has no eyes, slits for nostrils,
and a wide mouth full of sharp teeth and no lips. It has
blazing hair, like how fire burns with large flames, except
its flames are black. Large powerful wings that you can
hear flapping behind it.
It commands, “Selene, you must return to Mount
Olympus.”
“I know that,” I snap.
It doesn’t respond but I know it’s watching me. Ringing
screams vibrate in my ear canal. My fingers curl back into
my palms while my heart pounds frantic in my chest.
I don’t want to face the Horai.
From the corner of my eye, I notice Endymion pacing off to
the side. He’s taking small, careful steps and the Erinyes
steps off the window ledge into the spacious room.
Standing to its full height, the Erinyes is a few inches taller
than me but it should not be underestimated.
Fear takes hold, churning my stomach. The reason why
the Erinyes makes me very nervous is that I know what it’s
capable of. If a mortal provokes the Erinyes, it has the
ability to subdue them, by slipping into their mind and
mentally projecting unimaginable pain. How it
accomplishes that is by grabbing onto their head and
piercing their skull with its nail-like claws.
Endymion is reaching for something, and when I focus on
his object of desire, I see a long, sharp two-edged sword.
Instant panic overtakes me because provoking an Erinyes
will make it lash out. To take an Erinyes’ life will get you
one day in the underworld. One day in which would feel
like an eternity.
The Erinyes can only do this to mortals.
Two very imperative reasons why mortals should fear them
—they are not ones to be messed with.
I should go with it because there is no other option. But my
limbs don’t budge. There’s a small defiant part of me that
wants to fight, to stay, despite knowing my chances are
bleak. I want to fight and not be at the mercy of the Horai,
let alone the Erinyes.
Was Endymion correct?
Do we have something worth fighting for?
Go back to Mount Olympus, warns a voice in the back of
my mind.
What’s the point of going back, when I know my soul will
forever cry out for earth? My heart will never rest.
I continue to watch Endymion as he grabs the leather hilt,
and I scream at myself, Leave now before it’s too late!
If I call out to him, that would draw in the Erinyes’ attention.
If I don’t, there’s a chance that Endymion might strike
down the Erinyes and will suffer a day in the underworld.
But for him, it would feel like an eternity.
Fight, one of my many voices urge.
What would I be fighting for? To suffer mental anguish or a
day in the underworld?
Or one hundred lashings?
Or an eternity of my heart crying?
Or, fight for the chance to be happy? For love.
Suddenly the door bursts open, and Endymion’s guards
charge into the room, toward the Erinyes. Immediately I
intercept, already foreseeing how this situation will go
down. I assume they saw the Erinyes perch on Endymion’s
window ledge from the outside. After all, when it screeched
from the sky, it would have caught their undivided
attention.
There are about half a dozen mortals with swords inside
the room.
I swallow down my nerves and with my back to the men, I
stare at the Erinyes. “I’ll go with you.” My heart throbs and I
can hear Endymion calling out to me, but I ignore him.
“Right now, take me back to Mount Olympus.”
The Erinyes takes a step toward me. I hear one of the men
speak to Endymion, “Your majesty, what would you have
us do?”
“Do not let her go,” are his condemning words.
Rough hands grab my arm from behind and haul me
backward.
I scream behind the man, pushing him. “Do not touch the
Erinyes!” But I believe my words fall on deaf ears because
a few guards step toward the Erinyes with raised swords.
You should have left.
The Erinyes will not physically harm the mortals—as in
killing them—but mental anguish is not any better.
“I want to leave!” I shout at the men continuing to push
forward. But more hands hold me back. I fight against
them, wiggling and yelling, “You do not understand!”
Someone shoved me back and struggling to regain my
composure, I recognize Endymion’s aroma as I falter into
him.
I turn to face him. “Tell them not to attack it.”
“Forgive me, Selene, but I cannot allow you to leave with
it.”
“You are making a horrible mistake.”
“Not fighting for us is a horrible mistake.”
This is not fighting for us? How can it be?
The guards command that the Erinyes leave but it doesn’t
budge. Its head has changed angles, and it is now facing my direction. All it wants is me.
Something inside of me clicks. Pushing past Endymion, I
take off and run across the room and out of the door.
It will follow me, I know it will because it needs to bring me
back to Mount Olympus. I broke the law that Zeus had set.
The law was set with my blood, there was no avoiding it
now.
I hear Endymion calling my name but I don’t stop running.
If I can get the Erinyes away from the mortals, I will go with
it back to Mount Olympus. I need to go, to spare Endymion
and his guards. I refuse to have anyone else suffer
because of my actions.
It was hard enough, watching Pan get whipped, even
though he made it happen. I cannot fathom Endymion
suffering mental torture or seeing the aftermath of one day
in the underworld.
I hear the distraught voices of the guards, so I know the
Erinyes is following me. The mortals are scrambling to stop
it, but if only they would listen.
Looking back, I see Endymion exiting the room and the
Erinyes smashes through a wall. With his sword, he strikes
the Erinyes in the arm and it shrieks. Vexed it hits
Endymion, sending him flying across the hall and his
guards attack it. The humans don’t stand a chance.
I yell out, “I’ll go back with you if you can catch me!”
The Erinyes cranes its neck in the direction of my voice
and starts toward me, so I take off. I run down the hallway,
dodging the servants and people. Reaching the top of the stairs, I grab onto the railing and the sharp claws of the
Erinyes pierce into my arms.
I cry out terribly and I don’t get a chance to catch my
breath, let alone fully absorb what is happening before I’m
heaved into the air. The tenderness on my arms swells to
new extremes and I hear the powerful thrashing of its
wings above me.
Ichor drips from my wounds as the Erinyes flies higher
toward the ceiling and suddenly we’re on an axis, tipping.
The Erinyes shrieks as we are both hauled back to the
ground and collide with the hard surface. The Erinyes
indirectly releases my arms and I sucked in a pained
breath. I hear another hair-raising scream.
I push myself off the ground and look up to see Endymion
and another guard taking on the Erinyes. “Don’t kill it!” I
yell out. But like before, my words are ignored.
They strike it on the leg; its wing extends over its shoulder
and hits the guard away. At that same moment, Endymion
strikes the Erinyes in the stomach. It doubles over with
another scream. Leaving his sword lodged in the flesh,
Endymion swivels on his heel and runs toward me. The
Erinyes falls to its knees and quickly, Endymion grabs onto
my throbbing arm. Discomfort expands straight to my
shoulders and down to my fingertips.
Endymion pulls me with him, but I make sure to plant my
feet. It still doesn’t help with the aching wounds.
I cannot go with him.
When my arm escapes his grasp, he pivots and finds me
standing behind him.
On a strained breath, I say, “Endymion, I have to go back
with it.”
He shakes his head. “With that? No.”
“This isn’t an argument. I may be a goddess but I have
rules, and one of them is that I am to never come to earth.
Every time that I had, I was at risk of the Erinyes coming
for me.”
His green eyes fall to the bleeding wounds on my arms. “It
hurt you.”
I suck in another breath. “And worse will happen if you
continue to put up a fight. Endymion, let me go.”
“Selene.” His dark brows draw together.
I match his stare. “Endymion.”
My attention is stolen when we both hear the shrieks from
the Erinyes. On its knees, it is now pulling out the sword,
which was lodged into its flesh.
Pushing back against Endymion’s chest, I warn him, “I
promise you that everything will be okay.”
That isn’t a lie. Once I leave the Erinyes will no longer be a
threat to the mortals, and once I return home everything
will be as it was. I will simply be the moon goddess.
Your heart will never be the same.
Nevertheless, I’ll be able to watch the earth and Endymion
from the heavens.
Endymion peers over my shoulder, at the Erinyes. “Only if
you promise me that I will see you again.”
You will never see me again!
Staring into his beautiful emerald gaze, I can feel the tears
brimming my bottom eyelids. “I will return once everything
settles.”
“Promise me,” he urges.
The tears spill over—I can’t.
I look behind Endymion, to see more of his guards
charging to protect their king against the intruder. Another
loud shriek booms throughout the halls and everything
from here on out happens fast.
I feel the gush of wind up against my back. Endymion
grabs me and pulls me against him as we both go crashing
into a wall, dodging an attack. The Erinyes uses its wing to
lash out against us.
Managing to dodge the strikes, the wings hit the wall
behind Endymion and me, which breaks and crumbles the
stone barricade beneath the pressure.
Morning light spills in from the hole that the Erinyes had
created, and another strike of its large black wing
collapses another part of the wall. The guards advance
and unexpectedly the Erinyes charges toward us, grabbing
hold of Endymion, who is also holding on to me.
The Erinyes leaps out through the gaping hole, taking
Endymion and me with it. The three of us take a brutal
stomach-churning dive downward.

Chapter 11
“Selene.”
I hear the familiar voice but I don’t respond.
I’m lost in thought, lost in memories.
Lost in what could have been.
“Selene.” There it is again, but I don’t answer.
I feel different, more than before.
More than ever.
I feel lost.
“Selene!”
With a sigh, I turn to the voice and find Pan staring at me
with a frown. I’m sitting in a river, cleansing myself after
what happened. I can’t return home with a torn chiton and
smelling like sex. Not just any sex—Pan has a distinct
sharp scent. It’s not a bad smell, just overpowering.
After what happened, Pan had picked me up and carried
me here. Since my chiton was already torn because of
him, there wasn’t much undressing. I sat in the river with
my knees drawn up to my chest.
Why do I feel lost?
Staring into his gaze, I feel broken. “Yes,” I answer and
Pan was the one who broke me.
“You didn’t hear me calling?” Slowly I shake my head, tracing the pad of my thumb.
“Sorry.”
“You were lost in your thoughts.”
The deep words resonate inside of me. For as long as
you’ll have me, I will always bring you back, was what
Endymion had said.
I choke back a sob.
Turning away from Pan, I look out on the river and my
surroundings. The river is enclosed with beautiful plants of
all sizes and colors. The smell is wonderful, the sight
absolutely breathtaking, but in the mood I am in I can’t
appreciate it.
I say to Pan, “I will never be yours,”
“It makes no sense to fight the inevitable,”
“I hate you,”
“The mortal has you confused,”
I shake my head, “You can blame the mortal all you want.”
Pan extends a hand to me ignoring my words, and I slap it
away.
I stand up on my own.
In the distance I see an orange glow coming toward us and
when the nymph reaches Pan, she hands him something
clearly thick and white. Pan speaks to her in their
language, then the nymph disappears.
When she is no longer in sight, I ask, “What is that?” “I got a present for you, Calista,” He holds up the gift—a
hooded white dress. “It’s made of the purest wool.” I notice
the fine golden details on the chiton as well. “Lift your
arms.” His voice vibrates against my wet flesh and I
comply, feeling the instant warmth of the fabric as it graces
my shoulders and loosely hugs my body.
Pan fixes the hood over my head while I turn back and
stretch my arms through the wide sleeves.
“The only reason why I am wearing this is that I cannot
return home naked.” I make sure to tell him that, so Pan
understands that he is not forgiven.
With a scowl Pan bites out, “Selene, this will mostly likely
be our last night together.”
The fact that he actually said my name has me stalled, and
I’m staring at him like his words weren’t English. “I meant
what I said, Pan.”
Upset, he saunters away from me and runs a hand through
his long, black hair that reaches down to his collarbone. He
pivots on a hoof. “Seriously, over a human!” he all but yells
at me, running my blood ice cold.
I flinch with his sudden temper. “No, it’s because of you.”
“Selene!” Another roar attempting to intimidate me, and he
narrows his predatory glare.
I equal his stare. “Pan.”
“That damn mortal has that much of a hold on you?”
Stepping toward the god, I argue. “Your jealousy destroyed
whatever was between us.” I don’t even have the slightest clue what was ever between Pan and me.
Pan charges toward me with sheer rage blazing in his
eyes. I pace backward, frightened and he stops maybe a
foot away from me. His massive body towers over me as
he glares down. I can feel his heat, I can feel his fury at my
words.
“You will always be mine, Calista.” There’s a sliver of hurt
and I’m shocked when his voice softens. “You stopped
seeing me,”
Breathing unevenly, I manage to speak. “I did not mean for
that to happen.” I didn’t mean to stop seeing him
altogether. It just happened.
The creases on Pan’s forehead deepens. “The mortal
would have never made you happy.”
He does. I feel safe like Endymion is where I belong. “You
do not know that.”
Pan laughs loud with a damnable undertone. “I do, Calista.
I know every inch of your body. Does the mortal?” He
steps into the little space between us. My neck reclines as
I gaze up at his full height, my heart thundering. His
imposing bronze horns are lethal. “He’s what you want, but
does he know what you need? Does the mortal know how
you love to be kissed and where? Does he know how to
touch you just right, to have your sweet little cunt doused
with want?”
My thoughts are in a haze, and I’m on a grief-stricken cliff
teetering on the edge. I’m trying not to think about
Endymion, trying my hardest not to let myself get lost in
the sadness of never seeing him again.
“That is far from the point,” I tell Pan.
“Your pretty little cunt is by far not beside the point,
especially when another man—a mortal—wants to take my
place.” Using the back of his hand, he caresses down my
cheek and I draw back.
“Besides,” Pan continues, “You honestly think that a mortal
would want a goddess? You’re simply a notch on his
majesty’s belt. He needs a mortal woman within his reach,
not within the heavens.”
I step further back. “You do not know Endymion.”
“He’s a fucking man, who is a king. Mortal or immortal, all
males like to Bleep, Calista.” Was that why Endymion never
initiated anything? He said that I deserved more than an
abandoned temple.
No, shaking my head, I’ve had about enough.
I snap back. “And you are a god of the wilderness and has
a horrible reputation on Olympus.” His pale blues gleam
dangerously and his lips curl back in a snarl. I don’t know a
lot about his reputation—Zeus had only told me one thing
about Pan—and yes, I took that one thing and fucking
owned it. “Yeah, I heard the rumors,” I say to taunt him, like
how he’s been crawling under my skin. “You messed with
the wrong goddess, who turned herself into those reeds
that you we—”
I’m not able to finish my sentence because Pan has his
fingers around my neck but not in a sensual way. My toes
are barely touching the ground beneath me as he seethes.
I can’t breathe.
I grasp at his hand, fighting for him to let me go, but his
grip is fierce and unyielding.
Without dropping me, he leans right in my face and
murmurs, “Do not talk about what you do not know.” Then
his grip loosens, dropping me. I fall to my feet, which
collapses beneath me while I try to inhale deeply and fast.
“Selene, you are my gift. It’s not every day that an
exquisite goddess decides that a mere mortal is worth
spending time with.”
Endymion’s face flashes before my mind’s eye and the
next thing I know, I am no longer in Pan’s presence. I am
no longer outside amongst the foliage but in a room, sitting
on a soft carpet. The same position when Pan had
dropped me and had me gasping for air.
“Selene?” I hear Endymion behind me.

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Chapter 10
It wasn’t long before Pan couldn’t hold back his screams.
His shrieks became deafening and I had to hold myself
back from covering my ears. It was not because it was too
loud—it was simply hard to hear. It was distressing to know
that he had purposely protected me, and he was suffering.
I forced myself to watch; I didn’t allow my gaze to drift
away or to close my eyes. I owed him that much to watch,
as he was punished.
When it is was over, Pan’s entire body is dripping with
pearly ichor and his flesh is severely slayed. He seems
unconscious, with his head hanging and bobbing from side
to side. My hands tremble, unsure about what to do. Many
times I wanted to do something—anything—to help, but
what could I do?
I am simply the moon goddess. I thought about my ability
to manipulate water, but I can’t use it beyond the mortal
realm.
The Horai snaps their fingers and informs me, “He will
need your help. You may take him home.”
Uncertain about their response, I ask, “To Earth?”
All three nod their heads, “If you do not return, we will send
the Erinyes.” And just like that, the three sisters are gone.
Pan stirs. “Calista…” His raucous voice is heart-wrenching.
My lip trembled, unsure of what to say. I’m upset with him because of what he did. I do not know if I should be yelling
at him or embracing him for his valiant actions.
I take in his bloody back, staring at the many painful lines.
Ichor drips from the open flesh wounds. When they heal,
his body will have more scars because of me.
Why did Pan do this?
I want to scream at him, but instead, my gaze becomes
blurry. I blink rapidly, forcing down the sudden frantic
emotions.
Leaning over Pan, I ask him if he’s okay. I need him
conscious.
When he stirs with a deep groan, I’m thrilled that he’s able
enough to communicate. Maybe not with words, but
anything at this point is better than nothing.
He whispers again, “Calista…”
“I’m here,” I answer, and guide him as he tries to push
himself off the ground. His arms are shaking terribly.
Without warning his hands slip out and his front drops to
the ground. Another painful groan erupts.
On a count to three, we try again while his entire body is
quivering. Somehow we manage to get him to stand up,
and I dip under his arms to provide him with whatever
support he needs. With his body weighing heavily on me, I
allow my thoughts to think of Pan’s home on earth. Within
moments, we are no longer standing outside of the
Olympian gates. We are now in the thick forest of Arkadia.
Pan’s home.
I feel the dense foliage beneath my bare feet and a
thousand sounds crash over me from all directions. The air
is laden with moisture, and every turn and crevice stands a
tall tree wrapped in thick, green moss. There is not a clear
path around me or above me. Every turn is crammed with
flora and fauna, of all different sizes and colors.
Arkadia is a beautiful province filled with mountains and
few to none mortal life. Which is why Pan chose this area
to live in. He’s a god who likes to be alone; he doesn’t care
for gods or mortals alike. At the same time, he does like to
drink wine and enjoy good music from time to time. Pan
doesn’t mind socializing, but it has to be on his own terms.
Pan and his nymphs enjoy this land, without being
bothered by the mortals.
Around us, I see the luminous glow of the nymphs lurking
in the shadows of the forest. I hear voices—they speak a
diverse language that only the Nymphs and Pan can
understand.
Pan makes incoherent sounds above me and when he
falters to the side, he takes me with him.
His massive physique smashes into a tree, and his
excruciating groans vibrate at the back of my neck. He
drags me down further to the ground, and I drop stuck
under his bulky arms. We flounder against the thick
umbrage, both of us on the ground.
From his suffocating arms, I untangle myself, staring down
on the god. My breathing is uneven and I’m frustrated, not
knowing what to do.
Blood is everywhere on the foliage and on my hands; I try
to wipe it clean on my chiton.
“Why did you do that?” I ask with a huge lump that has
been lodged in my throat from when I had seen the
lashing. I don’t expect him to answer—he can’t, even if he
wanted to.
On a sigh I closed my eyes, wishing for the images and his
screams to stop. I can hear and see him as if it was
happening again, right in front of me. I open my eyes to
focus on his face and Pan’s thick, black brows furrow
together with excoriating pain.
When the tension is gone, Pan looked at peace but only
for a few stolen seconds. It’s rare to see the god in such an
innocent state. In the back of my head, I keep thinking that
he would open his eyes and smile wickedly at me. Then
Pan would tell me that it was a bad trick. But that doesn’t
happen. Instead, there are more incoherent sounds as his
entire body tenses with the discomfort.
What am I supposed to do?
Reaching down, I push aside a few black strands covering
his eyelids and my own eyes are again becoming misty.
On a deep inhale, I manage to hold down turbulent
emotions. From my peripheral vision, I see the blue glow of
a nymph creeping closer toward us.
She’s glowing blue because she’s a water nymph and
she’s unclothed. Nymphs don’t like to be dressed in gowns
like other gods and mortals; they prefer to roam the earth
naked. Nymphs look like any other woman—mortal or god
—with our feminine physique. The only exception is that
they have abnormally wide black pupils and pointed ears, and they glow. Their skin is bare of all hair except for the
head, and they lack details on their breast. Every part of
their skin seems smooth and soft. No imperfections.
I lift my eyes to see that the nymph is holding something.
I walk toward her, “What is that?”
I don’t know why I asked her that question when she will
not reply to me. If she will answer, it will be in a language
that I won’t understand.
I look down and see Pan’s flute, which he never takes off.
But he took it off now.
Why?
And how did he know that the Horai had caught me?
Pan took off his flute, meaning that he knew he was
coming to my rescue.
Did he plan to save me?
If he planned to save me then he knew that I was going to
get caught but how?
The nymph says something in her foreign language and I
also see a small bottle in her grasp. Without a word, she
nudges her hand toward me, hinting that she wants me to
take it and I do. The nymph doesn’t wait, she is quick to
disappear. The dense forest swallows her petite frame
without a trace and I glance down on the bottle.
I don’t want to believe my thoughts, but they seem true.
Turning the cap I bring it to my nose and take a whiff. It
smells horrid. I peek inside and see a clear liquid, so I assume that Pan is to drink it. I close it back and start
toward the unconscious god.
Dropping to my knees beside Pan, I part his lips and pour
the liquid into his mouth, then wait for something to
happen. I can only assume the nymph gave me something
to heal the god of the wilderness. After all, the nymphs are
very fond of Pan.
Impatiently, I settle back on my rear and continue to study
him.
With the ring gone, you can never see Endymion again.
My gaze sweeps over my hand, the one with the missing
ring, and my stomach swirls and contorts into a frenzy of
dread. This is my last visit on earth, and that awareness
blooms a frantic pulse inside of my chest. I stand almost
immediately, knowing my next thoughts should be of
Endymion. I guard myself because the moment I leave
Arkadia, the Horai will send the Erinyes after me. I was
warned, and they will keep to their word.
How can I never see Endymion again?
Before I can blink and not be in Arkadia, Pan groans. I
allow Endymion to slip from my mind, and my attention is
on the god who took on my punishment.
Kneeling back by his side, I’m relieved. “Pan…” Tears are
streaming down my cheeks; I do not know if they are for
his pain, or for Endymion, or for both. The familiar twinge
in my heart gnaws more fiercely this time and I can’t
breathe.
I close my eyes, while hot tears spill down my cheeks. I
wipe them away just as quickly as they escape.

Why am I crying? This is the second time tonight.
“Calista.” Pan’s voice is hoarse and quiet.
I open my eyes to find his pale blues staring at me. My lips
tug at the side, even more relieved. I ask through shaky
words, “Are you okay?”
I know that’s an illogical question.
Why would he be?
Another awful groan and shifting up, I help Pan to sit up
against a tree. He closes his eyes as another wave of
soreness ripples through him. “I will be…” he breathes in
the twinge. “In a few moments.” His low tone starts to work
on my nerves, not in an irritating way, but in the way that I
love to hate.
How is that possible? Pan seems to have that effect on
me, but I don’t know why.
Veering back, I create some space between us because I
can feel the invisible stronghold. It’s not as strong as when
he’s healthy, but it’s here now that Pan is conscious and
focused on me.
Ask him about the ring, reminds a voice.
“Why did you do that?” I ask, hoping that whatever carnal
desires that lives and breathes between him and I stays on
the sidelines. This isn’t the time and place.
“Why”—he breathes in excruciating misery—“does that”—
another grunt—“need an answer?”
“Because that was uncalled for.” My voice is uneven when
I don’t look away from his gaze. “You lied.
“I protect what is mine,” he says through clenched teeth.
On the front of his chest and stomach, I see the open flesh
wounds closing.
“I could have…” I pause, unsure of my words. I couldn’t
have dealt with the lashings, but I hold my ground in this
argument. “I could have handled it.” Now I feel even more
obliged to the god.
Sitting up more straight, Pan parts his lips and I suddenly
feel nauseated. “Calista, are you crying for me?” His voice
isn’t laced with pain; instead, he sounds darkly humorous.
Which only confirms that Pan is feeling more like himself—
not a good thing.
I do not know what to say to him because I’m upset for
many reasons. It could be because I thought he was
severely hurt and wouldn’t recover so quickly. If I had
known that Pan’s nymphs had a vial on hand, maybe I
wouldn’t be as upset and as guilty as I am.
Nevertheless, I do feel horrible, and it won’t go away. I’m
also upset because my ring is gone and I think he may
have something to do with it.
After confirming that his body is, in fact, regaining back his
strength; Pan extends a hand and wipes at the dampness
on my cheek. Warmth spreads from the bare contact, and
my nerves fray with alarm.
“Gods do not shed tears, Calista.”
“I know,” I murmur, addled and still feeling my damn lip
trembling. More tears uncontrollably slip through my lashes
and I turn away, embarrassed.
This is ridiculous. Why am I crying?
Why do I feel embarrassed?
I have nothing to hide, to that extent.
This is… this whole thing is foolish.
These mixed-up feelings are trying to destroy me.
Pan leans down against me and whispers against my
cheek, “Tears of a goddess.” His deep, riveting whisper is
tantalizing. Qualm tickles under my skin with his
admiration. “Forgive me, but I’m finding your tears utterly
captivating.”
“My tears?” I ask, uncertain I heard him correctly. But when
his tongue darts out and licks my cheek, I know my ears
weren’t deceiving me. I tense. “Do you want to bottle them
up?” I ask on an accelerated beat.
My heart nearly jumps out of my chest, when I thought I
heard Endymion chuckling amongst nature’s orchestra.
I turn back to face Pan, our faces inches apart. With a slow
nod of his head, he says, “I don’t like to share.” I can taste
his breath on my lips, and his tone dripping with an
ominous warning hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Was I hearing things? Making up tones and false meaning
in my head?
“It’s the sweetest and richest red wine that I would bottle
and sell.” Endymion’s words are a ghost of a whisper. I
withdraw from Pan, creating needed distance between us.
“My ring is gone,” I inform him, hoping to thwart his
intentions.
Pushing myself off the ground, I stand up and toss Pan’s
flute on his lap. He looks up at me and settles his gaze.
“Calista, you’ve been playing a dangerous game.” His eyes
are the contrast of ice and heat.
“What?” I ask and my veins go cold.
“Why can’t you see you belong to me?”
My hairs stand straight, “You’ve told me this many times.”
“You do not believe me,”
I nod my head, swallowing the excess salvia. “Pan what
did you do?”
“What did you do?”
“I-I didn’t do anything,”
“Then I also did nothing,” he answers me and looks down
on his flute. After a few awkward moments, he brings it up
to his lips. A soft aria blends into the ensemble of the
wilderness. The melody swirls around me and lulls me into
a quiescence state. My skin pricks, flushing with fervor.
Pan’s sweet melody caresses my skin and awakens
ravenous waves of ecstasy.
My body remembers and reacts. I feel the wetness
between the folds of my sex. My breasts all a sudden feel
heavy, and my nipples perk. The hard nubs feel sensitive
brushing up against my chiton, and I sucked in a tense
breath.
Standing to his full height, Pan overshadows my petite
physique. With the flute still pressed against his lips, he doesn’t stop playing. His tune is like honey to my ears and
a secret song to my naughty pussy.
I draw my thighs together, hearing Endymion. “Greedy
goddess.”
Why does my body betray me this way?
I want Endymion, not Pan- at least not anymore.
I don’t want to feel the ravenous hunger but it can’t be
helped.
The god narrows his gaze and halts the music. He lets go
of the flute and it drops from his grasp, swinging low
around his neck. Pan takes a lethal step toward me and
fear jolts through my veins. I try to step back, but he grabs
onto the front of my dress and hauls me toward him.
“Calista.” His deep voice booms in my ear canal. “Don’t run
from me.”
“I’m not running, it’s —”
“I’ve watched you with him for many nights,”
“Pan,” my voice is a whisper. “What did you do?”
“I’m a jealous god, and I told you that you were mine.”
“Pan…”
He growls, “I hinted to Eos that I haven’t seen you and
when she tried to find you herself, she found out that I was
speaking the truth. Your sister brought her worries to Zeus
and you already know how the story ends.
I feel like Pan knocked the air right out of my lungs, “The
story doesn’t end well for you either,”
Pan releases his hold on the fabric, gaze dropping to my
chest. Pan rubs his thumb across my silk-clad breast until
he reaches the hard nubs and strokes over it. “I can deal
with Zeus,”
I push his hand away, “I am not yours,”
He smiled wickedly, “The mortal has you confused. Tell me
Calista, did you give yourself to him,”
“You don’t have the right to ask me that,”
“You are my right,” and rough hands grab my breast. I
moan, it slipped out and I hate myself. I have always been
reluctant with Pan but with Endymion, he makes me feel
safe I had wanted him but I froze when he was asking for
permission. Afraid of the unknown.
How absurd does that sound?
Now, I will never see Endymion again unless I want to be
at the mercy of the Horai or the Erinyes.
With a disheartened thought, I choke on air, as a
resonating growl erupts from Pan’s throat. He tears the
front of my strapless dress open and my breast spill out.
Not missing a moment, he dips down and takes me into his
mouth.
I’ll never see Endymion’s emerald eyes as vibrant as this
forest.
Fire licks my flesh, blazing a fury of spasms in the pit of my
stomach. I gasp, faltering into Pan. My hands grasp onto his massive shoulders and I cling to him for dear life.
I cling to my last few moments on earth.
Pan’s stark pungent scent hits my nostrils and I close my
eyes, breathing heavily.
I will never smell Endymion’s aroma again.
My fate has officially been sealed, I am forever to be the
only the moon goddess. Nothing more.
I whimper broken, “More.”
On command, Pan comes up for air and crushes his mouth
against my own. His tongue slides right into my mouth, not
waiting for an invitation. His hand grabs the back of my
neck and jerks me right up against his massive chest. His
hardness presses against my stomach.
“Open up for me,” Endymion’s words whisper around me. I
can taste him, feel his tongue teasing the outside of my
lips.
Pan tightens his grip on my hair and deepens the mad kiss
filled with teeth clashing and an ample exchange of saliva.
He pulls on my hair, tilting my head back, and nips down
on my bottom lip.
I suck in a pained breath, gazing into his fierce ice blues.
“I want more of your precious tears, Calista.”
“Do whatever pleases you,” I answer with a dull ache
gnawing on my center, my sex throbbing fervently.
What I want, I can no longer have.
A deep, aroused growl emanates from Pan’s throat. “Music
to my ears,” are his hot words against my lips. Releasing
my hair, his hand doesn’t go far. Pan latches onto the
length of my neck and his other hand roams between my
thighs. His blunt fingers find the wet folds of my sex and
my hips thrust forward.
Pan rubs against the already sensitive clit.

Chapter 9
Outside, Endymion and I said our farewells with a kiss that
had my heart thundering against my rib cage. I could have
sworn it wanted to leap out of my body and pounce into
Endymion’s hands. It knows where it belongs.
I want to stay.
Let me stay.
Please stay, are the whispers of my heart. Its own intimate
song that seems to only get louder and more vocal the
more Endymion and I see each other.
Disheartened after our embrace, I turn away from him and
close my eyes. Focusing on my home, on a soft exhale I
open my eyes, expecting to see Mount Olympus. Instead, I
see the golden Olympian gates.
Why am I here?
“You deceived us,” I hear a voice behind me and I suck in
a nervous breath. It was the Horai, three daughters of
Zeus
Glancing down on my hand, I confirm that the ring is still
there. On a sigh, I turn to find the three sisters behind me.
The sisters of law and order. All three of them look alike
with pale skin, not as ashen as my own with a flush of
color. They have brown hair and striking blue eyes.
“Zeus made himself clear,” The Horai speak in unison.
“You were not to walk the earth. How long did you think
you could continue to deceive us?" “I want to speak with Zeus,” I say but I know that won’t
happen.
“Zeus told you that there would be consequences.”
“I can ex—”
One of the sisters snaps her fingers and my ring
disappears. “The decree was given,”
No!
“Give that back,” I demand and looking between the three
sisters, I don’t know which one took the ring.
Another one of the Horai snaps her fingers and from the
thick mist uproots chains that latch on to my legs. From the
sky falls two more chains, which latch to my wrist and
stretch my limbs apart. I do not know what is securing the
tether but when I pull, they don’t budge.
“Let me go!” I yell, trying to set myself free. I pull and tug,
and it’s no use.
“As per discussed, you will be punished.”
Rattled, I shake my head. “No, this is absurd.”
“One hundred lashings.”
One hundred lashing, echoes through my mind. This has
to be a mistake. The circumstances of the punishments
were never disclosed.
I jerk against the chains but it does not budge.
Within one of the Horai’s hand a black strap appears, the
length of it is excessively long. She curls her fingers around the base and with cold eyes, narrows her gaze.
Hard bumps rise on my flesh.
Shaking my head, I demand. “Call forth Zeus, this has to
be a mistake.”
The Horai reply in unison, “The rules were clear and you
disobeyed.”
The one with the whip, raises her hand, dragging the whip
along the ground and pulling it toward her. I realize that
this is actually happening and she will strike me.
Fear seizes my body.
I close my eyes, expecting to feel the harsh assault when I
hear his familiar mighty voice.
“Stop!” It’s loud and prevailing since I haven’t felt a striking
impact.
Releasing a shaky breath, I open my eyes to see Pan’s
massive form walking toward the sisters. I catch sight of
his giant, bronze horns that curl back. He’s walking toward
us with such lethal confidence, it’s hair-raising.
The one that holds the whip, speaks out. “Why should we
listen to you?”
“Because it is I who lured the goddess to earth.”
What? No!
“Pan!” My voice is shaking—why is he saying this?
The Horai snaps their fingers. The chains are no longer
holding my limbs, but now they have snagged onto Pan’s wrists and legs. I falter to the ground, my knees taking the
harsh impact, and I rub my wrists where the chains held
tight. Within moments the chains tighten, stretching Pan’s
limbs apart.
I know what he is doing, but I don’t know why he’s doing it.
Forcing myself to stand up, I walk toward them, my hands
balled at my sides. “Wait!”
Up ahead, Pan moves his head from side to side.
“Calista…” His voice wasn’t raised or whispered, but there
was a warning on his tone which brought me to a halt
midway.
I beg, feeling a heavy burden on my chest, “You can’t do
this, please don’t do this!”
Everything around me slowed down to a point. I watch the
whip rise into the air and the single whip splits into three
individual straps, connected only at the base. The three
thongs strike Pan along his bare chest. Striking ivory lines
appear on his flesh and a milky substance streaks down
his front.
He grunts terribly.
“Wait!” I yell again.
One of them looks back on me, “You should not interrupt
the punishment.”
Another strike and Pan lets out an agonizing grunt.
I wince with his misery. “He’s lying. I was not with him.”
“Whether that may be true, we do not know who to
believe.” The crack of the whip sends a chill down my spine and it’s a sickening sound.
How long will Pan last without screaming?
I shake my head, my gaze unable to look away. “This is
not fair.”
“Selene, life is not fair,” replies the Horai in unison. “But
there are consequences and you will learn from them
regardless of who suffers.”
The Horai are kind enough to inform me that I can leave,
but how can I leave?
I chose to stay and I watch the thongs mark fresh lines on
Pan’s flesh. They crisscross and embellish his skin on top
of old scars.
Pan closes his eyes, wincing but within moments his pale
blues are staring at me, holding my gaze.
Why did he do this?

Chapter 7
Days later
Appearing on earth, my bare feet graces the luscious, soft
grass, tickling my heels. Cool air fills my lungs and my
sight meets a vast ocean in the distance with a full moon
up in the sky. The moonlight glistens on the surface of the
water.
Mount Latmus comes into sight and walking toward it, I
enter its gaping entrance. I pace through the dank,
impenetrable blackness and narrow path until I see an
orange glow. I step into the passage and into a bubble of
warmth. Lit candles burn, scattered around the entire area.
The candles are well used and had melted from our
previous visits. Old wax withers against the sides, melting
on top of new curves and garnishing the rugged rocks
beneath them.
The candles line the inner, circular wall and set my flesh
ablaze with the sudden leap from cool to tepid. My eyes
settle on a man, who stops mid-action from spreading a fur
blanket on the cold, ridged ground of the cavern. When he
notices my presence, he raises his eyes and locks his
gaze with my own.
I smile and Endymion smiles back.
Stepping further into the room, I glance around.
“Endymion, you’re here early.”
“No, you are here early,” he muses, now smoothing out the
fur blanket, which is covering most of this spacious area.
Straightening to his full height, he saunters toward me and grabs my waist. He pulls me into his clothed masculine
body.
I gasp with the sudden gesture and my heart begins
humming. I catch sight of his crooked smile before
Endymion’s hands reach up to grasp my face. He dips his
head to claim my mouth and sweeps his tongue along my
bottom lip. I open for him, entangling our tongues. I melt
into his aroma, tasting him and relishing in his flavor and
scent. Even down to his calloused hands holding the sides
of my face, I want his fingers to leave marks. I want him to
brand me, much like how Pan has somehow managed to
own my body.
Endymion’s lips are now on my neck, and his chaste
embrace takes me away from my thoughts and into the
here and now. His kisses are light but torturous.
When he withdraws there’s an empty coldness that claims
my raw flesh. I reach for him, wanting to draw him back, to
fill the void but he doesn’t budge. With his lips inches away
from my own, I can taste his deep-throated chuckle.
He delicately brushes his lips against my own, teasing. I
snag his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down lightly
and then release him in another heartbeat.
Endymion rubs his nose against my own. “You are always
so greedy.” He knows that I want him but he doesn’t give
in.
I pout, “It isn’t fair that you deny me.”
“It isn’t fair that we have sex here,” he answers, still
standing in front of me.

With his knees slightly bent, his pelvis is pressed above
my own. I can feel his desire for me and my sex thrusts
forward, eagerness pampering my delicate folds.
Endymion’s hands are on my waist, which isn’t helping the
silent cry of my sex. He’s right, I am greedy—but recently,
only for him. I’m nervous nonetheless, but Endymion
makes me feel safe. Pan couldn’t manage to make me feel
that way.
Why does Endymion make it sound like a bad thing?
Wanting him?
Enticing emerald eyes capture my gaze, and I stare into
his eyes
Why does he deny himself? Me?
Frowning, I attempt to pull away but his grip on my waist
tightens, holding me in place. He laughs. “You’re upset
because I don’t want to sleep with you.”
“That’s not why I’m upset,” I lie, trying to wiggle out from
his grasp.
His hands are ferrous and strong. “I have something for
you”—I pause, I love surprises—“but first you have to
close your eyes and no peeking.”
I ask, “What is it?” while I allow the grievance of his sexual
denial to slip from my mind.
Endymion leans into me and whispers, “Close your eyes.”
His aroma hits my nostrils again for the hundredth time, yet
it’s like the first time I inhaled him into my lungs. I hadn’t
smelled anything like him before we met. Now, it’s a smell I know I will never forget. A scent that breathes happiness to
my soul and relieves worries of all kinds.
On a sigh, I close my eyes and don’t stop the deep
inhales. I want to remember his scent, so when I’m back
home it’s the only thing that my lungs will know.
Endymion releases his hold, each finger ascending and
leaving me to feel bereft, like a part of me is missing. I
keep my eyes closed. He kisses me on the forehead
before his presence disappears. I hear him moving around
the cavern; he’s doing something. I hear more movement
and then his hands brush against my own—Endymion is
now guiding me forward. I follow without hesitation until my
bare feet touch the fur blanket he had spread on the
ground.
“Sit,” he says softly and I comply kneeling. “No peeking,”
and I rest my hands in my lap. “I want you to try something
for me.” His voice is deep and intimate; every word that
graces his lips is dominating and confident.
“What am I trying?”
“Do you remember you told me a few nights ago, that you
do not eat?”
“I can eat,” I correct quickly. That wasn’t a lie, I can eat and
taste but I do not go hungry.
Endymion says, “I stand corrected. Besides, your taste
buds are going to love me.”
“I do not crave food,” I remind him. Thus, what is the point?
He commands with gentle words, “Open your mouth." I comply, parting my lips. Within seconds, something firm is
passing through my lips. I take a small bite and taste the
sweet juices spouting into my mouth. The liquid dribbles
down my chin and before I can react, Endymion’s thumb is
swiping there.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” he muses, his voice thick with
avidity.
I smile. “You can indulge in other ways.”
No response, except for, “Open.” Endymion continues to
feed me varies fruits of all kinds of textures and
sweetness. A few selected fruits he would caress along my
lips, teasing me and no doubt himself. I take part
regardless, slipping out my tongue and stroking whatever
he was trying to feed me.
My taste buds don’t need attention, but so far this mortal is
refusing anything more than a few kisses. Now he’s
pampering me with flavors.
He chuckles and says, “I didn’t think it would be so difficult
to watch you eat fruit.” My eyes flutter to open but he says
quickly, “Keep them closed, and”—there’s a hesitant pause
—“lie down.”
I frown. “Endymion, I swear if you’re thinking about—”
He cuts me off with a deep kiss, and his tongue licks at my
bottom lip as if asking for permission. I allow him entrance
and his tongue slips in, eagerly searching for my own.
Once united, they go at each other in a violent manner and
as swift as it began, Endymion presses a hand to my
chest.

“Lie down,” Endymion’s voice is deep and domineering.
His words resonate a fury of feather-light tickles in my
stomach.
I fall back and adjust myself with my knees bent and feet
flat on the blanket. The hem of my chiton falls to my upper
thighs.
Endymion’s fingers caress the top of my feet and he warns
me to keep my eyes shut. My heart begins drumming
again, unsure of his next move and I feel his fingers rising
up my leg. His touch is light, barely brushing the pad of his
fingers against my flesh. But the residual tingles flush on
the surface of my legs. Goosebumps scatter across my
inner thighs and my sex pulses with eagerness. Instinct
has me drawing my thighs closer.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I can feel my senses
heightened as Endymion pauses on my knees. His stare—
one I cannot physically see but feel through the darkness
of my eyelids—is like a heavyweight smothering me with
his ravenous hunger.
Excitement kindles into a small ball, growing rapidly with
the single thought of Endymion finally giving in to his
desires. My body tenses while he lingers, not moving on
my knees. On an impatient exhale of my own, he expands
his fingers over my kneecaps. A shiver cascades down
and around my thighs, closer to my sex. Fervid tingles
fester at the lips of my greedy heat. My inner walls clench
on itself, throbbing around emptiness. Each desperate
clench a silent cry to be filled.
“Endymion, you’re cruel,” I whine with closed eyes.
“I’m the worst."

His raspy words fiercely lick at my skin, arousing an
insatiable need for more. More of his gentle, secure
touches that unravel me. More of his kisses, and more of
his intense stare that I cannot see but feel scorching my
flesh.
Endymion kisses my knee. “Open up for me,” his warm
breath tickles my sensitive skin and I spread my legs for
him. His fingers move toward my inner thighs. More. His
light touch is the worst as he brushes up against my folds.
More. My chest rises more quickly now, with my mouth
parting ever so slightly as if trying to draw more needed air
into my lungs.
More.
His kisses move from my knees.
More.
His facial hair brushes against my sensitive inner flesh and
scratches the surface of my rounded thighs. He loops his
arms under me, grabbing my buttocks, with the heel of my
feet hovering above his shoulders. Endymion pulls my
aching wet sex right toward his face.
More.
He takes a deep whiff and a whimper escapes my lips. An
aching cry of being so close, yet so far. I arch my hips
forward, a slight nudge, and amidst the darkness of my
eyelids, I hear his damn chuckle. It’s weakening and
frustrating. I grunt sitting up, about to open my mouth,
when he delivers a wicked lick. And as if struck by Zeus’
lightning bolt, I surge backward.

Endymion’s hungry licks ravish my sex. Over and over,
and my toes curl against his expansive shoulders.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he murmurs. “Why haven’t I
had you before?” He places his lips back on my sex.
A raucous scream explodes out of me.
You haven’t had me because you were a difficult mortal.
Waves of exhilarating bliss build me higher. Another
shrilling scream erupts into the temple, echoing.
What is this mortal doing to me?
More strokes of his tongue. My body tenses and I squeeze
my thighs around Endymion’s head.
More.
Rough hands grasp my bottom, holding me in place. His
tongue slips down from my sensitive nub and into my folds,
penetrating my wet core. He’s sending me right over the
edge.
More.
I rock imperceptibly against his tongue. Endymion
continues to penetrate me, teasing the outer and inner
areas of my sex. Sucking and kissing. Nibbling and
blowing softly on the delicate flesh.
More.
Heavy flat licks breathe fire through my veins, with sharp
intensified sensations building on the precipice. I buck
against his face and moan into the intense carnal
atmosphere. He’s relentless, increasing pressure and amping up the speed. My body tenses as if all the muscles
inside of me are trying to withdraw, to clam up and to hide
from his oral onslaught.
Endymion shows no mercy.
Within moments the floodgates burst open, expelling warm
liquids from my sex. Waves of blinding white bliss ravage
my body.

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Chapter 6

The following night my brother and I are racing through the Olympian skies. Everything is moving at a fast pace and the skies are sweeping by me in a blur. My sight is invaded with images and streaks. Massive structures, of white and golden blurs. I am unable to make out a single shape because of the speed of my horses.
My chariot curves around the Mytikas flushed with green trees and a beautiful waterfall that cascades down the side of the mountain. Colors and aromas interlace together, as I don’t slow down my chariot. I make a call my two horses understand and whip the reins. They drive forward at full speed, dashing through the sky. At a distance, I see the shimmering Olympian gates.
I take a chance to look behind me and see my brother catching up to me at an astonishing speed.
Helios yells out, “You will not defeat me!”
With a smile, I focus ahead and without halt allow my horses to rush through the gates, bursting them wide open. I let the mares take a steep dive, straight toward the earth. Animosity raises my neck hair with anxiousness. I balance my feet with a horrible sinking feeling inside of my stomach and my nerves boost the adrenal glands into full throttle.
Excitement consumes my body.
I hear Helios yelling my name. He hates it when I take such dramatic dives; it gives him a fright, which is why I love to do it.Down below, I see the luscious lands fast approaching. A
quick pull of the reins and I’m lifted back into the air. My
carriage is soaring, flying in the sky and Helios passes me
—I whip the reins to speed up.
***
Helios had won the first round and truthfully I was
distracted. Or maybe I let him win on purpose.
While Helios and I were getting our horses ready I found a
sack on the ground of my chariot. Opening it, I found a
green ring and a letter with Pan’s handwriting. It states that
the ring is his gift for me and it will allow me to go to earth
unnoticed. Pan must have gotten the ring knowing that we
were going to get caught eventually.
Either way, I kept on getting distracted because the ring
was green. I could not stop thinking about the human’s
eyes. How captivating and vibrant they had seemed.
Glancing back down on my hand, I think about Pan’s letter.
Was it true and I could walk the earth without Zeus or
Gaea finding out?
I want to test it, are my curious thoughts and I know that’s
a big risk but I can’t fight off the urge.
Maybe I can see the human again?
What if it doesn’t work?
It has too, I tell myself. After all, why would Pan give me
something that doesn’t work? Simple answer, he wouldn’t.The downside, if it doesn’t work then the Erinyes would
come after me. If I made it back to Olympus before the
Erinyes got a hold of me, I would have to deal with the
Horai. Either option is not good. Both options will get me in
trouble, and I would like to avoid that at all cost.
Every move he makes is for his own pleasantries. Is what
Zeus has warned me but how true could that be when Pan
showed me the mortal realm when I asked? He took a
chance on me, despite knowing that Zeus and Gaea were
against me leaving Mount Olympus.
How selfish could one be when they are risking the wrath
of Zeus?
Zeus and Gaea are the selfish ones. They are the ones
keeping me and my siblings confined, afraid of the
unknown.
Why can we not experience the mortal realm and still keep
the balance?
I don’t understand why it has to be one way or another.
On a heavy exhale, I glide through the sky no longer
seeing Helios’s chariot. At the corner of my eye, I see the
ring glistening and I pull on the reins. The chariot turns with
the swift gesture and in the back of my mind, I am trying to
talk myself out of my next plan of action.
I know that I am wrong for continuing to plow through the
sky with one intent, but I can’t see myself going anywhere
else. I look down on the ring once again and I remember
the human had wanted to see me again.
Hovering in the sky, I see the vast ocean with the
moonlight shining on the surface. I see the mortal standingon the shore, while his horse is off to the side. I watch him
swinging his hand and see something skid across the
water.
What is he doing?
I watch him do it again, and I realize that he is skipping
rocks along the surface of the water. When he does it
again, I lift my hand and a heavy wave comes up and
throws off the balance of the rock. He tries again and I
have the water return back his rock. He does it again and
this time I have the water part, so his rock falls straight to
the sandy ground.
Endymion turns with that last one and arches his head
back, to look up at my chariot in the sky.
He has a frown furrowing his brows but it doesn’t stay
there for very long because he smiles and I smile back. I
lower the chariot taking a chance on the ring, and when my
horses land on the ground, I’m holding my breath.
Endymion comes over to the back of the carrier and
extends out a hand, “I was thinking about you.” I take his
hand and it’s warm.
“Why?” I ask although I was also thinking of him.
Why was I thinking of him? The ring is one reason but is
that enough? Shouldn’t there be more of a reason?
I step off my chariot and Endymion releases my hand but
not before his thumb gently rubs the back of my hand. The
small space where he had caressed me is hot and tingling.
Holding my gaze he says, “I thought maybe you could see
me up in the heavens and join me on this wonderful night.”I could have seen Endymion if I looked on Gaea’s mirror.
That is how she shows my siblings and I, the visions of the
earth. I don’t tell him that.
Instead, I ask, “What were you doing?”
Endymion raises his eyes, “Skipping rocks on the water.”
“Why?”
“It helps me to think. Have you tried it?”
I shake my head, and he gives me a small smile. “Come,
I’ll show you.”
Walking back to the shore, the lazy tide wets my feet.
Endymion looks for the perfect rock and when he finds it,
he positions himself and flicks his wrist. The rock skips
across the ocean surface. When I try it, it sinks. I try
another few times and I get the same results. Becoming
fed up, I use my other hand to manipulate the water to
guide the rock on the surface. Endymion catches on and
lets me know that he is aware of what I am doing.
Giving up, I sit down in the sand and bring my knee’s up to
my chest. “Why do you like this?” I ask.
“The night is soothing, the water is relaxing and-” he
pauses skipping another rock. His last one goes pretty far.
Endymion doesn’t finish his sentence and so I ask
something else. “Why do you leave your home during the
nights,” Humans sleep during the night.
He continues finding rocks and skipping them across the
ocean. “My father died a few months ago and he taught
me how to skip rocks.” Endymion begins and I rememberthat when humans die they do not return back to life.
“When he died, his responsibilities became mine. He died
without truly doing anything for himself. Everything was for
the kingdom, or for me, or someone or something. Never
once had my father done anything selfishly. I do not want
that to be me because my father wasn’t truly happy.”
Zeus had said that Pan only had selfish motives, which is
bad. “To do something selfishly, isn’t wrong?”
“Yes, and no.” Endymion answers and holds onto a rock in
his hand.
“How can it be both?”
“To do something that makes you happy isn’t wrong, as
long as it is not at the expense of other’s.”
I pondered on his words for a while and I begin tracing the
pad of my thumb with my index finger. “And you do not
want to be like your father who was not selfish,”
Endymion nods his head before skipping the rock on
water, “I want to be happy.”
“But you want to be selfish?” I ask and continue the tracing
motion.
“Innocently so,”
“I don’t understand,” I tell him while the water reaches my
toes.
Endymion chuckles and striding toward me, he sits down
beside me. “Tell me why a goddess would want to leave
her home in the heavens?”
“I was curious,”“Curious about what?”
“About life outside of what I know, or-” What I thought I
knew.
I don’t say that, I can’t because the mortal wouldn’t
understand.
How could he?
Endymion nudges me with his arm, “You’re searching,”
“I am not,” What would I be looking for?
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, you are like me.”
Like him? I look up at the human with a frown and his eyes
capture my eyes. “I am not like you,”
“I don’t mean that figuratively,” and he frowns. “But what is
wrong with me? Is it because I’m human?” Endymion
demands becoming enraged and I don’t understand the
sudden shift in his mood.
“That was not what I meant,” I say.
“Do you have a problem with humans? Do all gods have a
problem with humanity? Because there are a few temples
that I can dismantle.” His tone is frightening and I shift
away from him, confused on how we got here when he
gives me a huge grin.
The human was trying to be funny.
That was not funny.
“I can’t dismantle any temples,” Endymion lets me know
still smiling from ear to ear. “Honestly, that would be thefastest way for the people to lose faith in me. They love the
gods but I think it’s more of a one-way relationship.”
One way relationship? I let his words settle on my mind for
a while.
I know that Zeus and Gaea have kept my siblings and I
secluded because they are afraid we will get distracted.
They fear that we will neglect our responsibilities and both
Earth and Mount Olympian will be thrust into eternal
chaos.
How is that a one-way relationship?
Still frowning, Endymion’s smile fades. “I was only jesting,”
“Why do you say that?”
“Say what?”
“That it’s a one-way relationship,”
He watches me before answering, “Forgive me, I did not
mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t upset me,” I lie shuffling my behind further
away from Endymion.
“Says the pouting goddess,”
“I am not pouting,”
Another smile of his, “It’s adorable.”
I’ll show him adorable. I move one hand and command a
fraction of the ocean to rise up and I drop on top of
Endymion’s head.He groans wiping his face. “You’re upset,” he says with
eyes closed.
“The gods have you mortals in mind, more than you will
ever know.”
Clearing his face, he opens his eyes. “My apologies,”
“Some gods are purposely kept away, unable to
experience the freedom that you take advantage of
because physical pleasures are a distraction.”
“Again, my apologies.”
“Some gods will unknowingly live an eternity without
knowing what they are protecting.” I’m thinking about Eos
and Helios. My siblings who haven’t become enraptured
with earth. They don’t desire it, like me.
Why only me?
Once again I begin tracing the pad of my thumb with my
index finger.
“That sounds like a lonely existence,” the human says to
me and my first thought is that he’s right.
Instead, I say, “It’s not lonely because I-” I have two
siblings who share the same fate as me. I don’t say that,
although it almost slipped out.
Endymion was right. It is lonely, to be the only one out of
Eos and Helios to be fascinated with the mortal realm. I
feel like the odd one out, when before it was like my
siblings and I were the same. In one sense we still are, but
in another, I can feel the difference.
I’m drifting.I squeal when I feel something touching me on the bottom
of my foot, and I realize that it’s Endymion’s finger. “You
get lost in your thoughts a lot,”
I pull my feet closer toward me, “The gods care about the
mortals.” I tell him again.
“I believe you,”
He reaches over and drags just one finger along the
bottom of my foot and I giggle. “The goddess is ticklish,”
I try to retreat back but he grabs onto my ankle. Endymion
begins tickling me relentlessly and a surge of unwanted
happiness takes over. A burst of laughter erupts and I kick
trying to set my foot free but he won’t let go. The water
reaches us, splashing Endymion and me, as I wiggle and
scream for him to stop.
Eventually, he stops with his hands settling on my thighs
and my dress is hiked up to my waist. I’m breathing
heavily, while short breaths of laughter escape me and his
touch is warm.
Endymion is watching me, like how Pan stares with eyes
drenched with desire. Pan’s eyes reflect dark hunger, but
the mortal’s gaze doesn’t glisten with darkness. Endymion
is looking at me like he needs me, like how he needs to
breathe and eat.
A flush of shivers sweep across my flesh and gathers
down to my center. I feel Endymion’s hand leaving my
thigh, and he withdraws back. Whatever just happened
between us, disappeared and he stands up. He extends a
hand out to me and I take it, wondering if I imagined what I
saw in his eyes.Endymion pulls me up, right into him and not wasting a
moment he swoops down and claims my mouth.
His tongue sweeps across my lower lip and I moan softly,
opening for him. His tongue finds mine and we kiss for a
while lost in each other while his arms wrap firmly around
my body.
Too soon Endymion pulls away, but he doesn’t go far. His
lips are a breath away from my own, “I need to return.”
“Right now,” I ask and lean back into his lips.
Endymion kisses me back, “The sun is rising and I will be
missed.” Pulling back I see far in the distance, that the sky
is changing colors. Meaning that the sun should be rising
soon. “Tomorrow,” he says.
“Tomorrow, can we go somewhere more secluded?” I ask
as an extra precaution. I have the ring but maybe not being
out in the open would help ease my mind.
Endymion takes my hand and pulls me away from the
shore. Now walking in a field of grass, he stops and points
to a tall colossal hill. “That mountain is Mount Latmus, and
it has an abandoned temple inside. Meet me there,”
With a nod, Endymion gives me one last kiss and when he
tries to leave I grab onto him and kiss him again. I love the
feel of his lips and the taste of his salvia.
“You’re a greedy little goddess,” he teases prying my
hands from around his neck.
“Tomorrow,” I confirm and release my hold.Endymion walks back to the shore, where his horse had settled down resting. Rising his animal, he climbs on its back and takes off into the night.
I watch him until I can no longer see Endymion and then I head back to the shore. Climbing into my carriage, I take off into the sky and return home.

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