Chapter 4

We went home, but we didn’t instantly jump into bed together. Mary warned me that the Nymph in her might make her noisy, so I made a reservation at a resort that had a honeymoon cabin well away from the main building.

I hired a contractor to soundproof our house while we were away on our honeymoon.

I said to Mrs. Flynn, “Why don’t you drop your masquerade now and get comfortable in your natural form?”

A wind distracted me and when a puff of mist cleared, an unnaturally beautiful woman was standing in front of us. Her white fur bra and bikini panties made her look more naked than naked.

I laughed and said, “Ah Mrs. Flynn, I thought there was more to you than met the eye.”

Mary laughed and said, “Look quick Flynn darling. My friend Coleen can only stay a minute. If she lingers, you will not be able to help yourself. You’ll forget about me and throw yourself at her. She will refuse, for your own good, and then you would go quite mad.”

As I looked at the Nymph, I saw that she was all my wet dreams personified. She

was five feet tall, pale skin with freckles across the bridge of her nose. Coleen had green eyes and long, flowing red hair. She had what I estimated to be 32 C breasts, a very slim waist, and narrow hips. Her bottom was perfect. Not too plump or prominent, but not bony either. Her legs couldn’t be long because of her height, yet they seemed to go on forever to my confused brain. I could smell her. She smelled delicious. Think of all the sexiest girls you’ve ever made love to with their pussy juice perfume mixed into one irresistible scent and amplified a thousand times, so your cock gets harder than it’s ever been and your brain turns to quivering Jell-O.

I grabbed Mary and kissed her. I gasped, “Send her away before she proves I’m human and mortal and weak.”

Mary laughed and said, “Coleen dear, my husband finds you quite bewitching. I have to admit you are looking good for a four-thousand-year-old hag. You had better rejoin Pan and leave poor Flynn intact.”

There was a stronger blast of wind and a large cloud of mist, and the Nymph was gone.

Mary kissed me hard and said, “Coleen thanks you for the ego boost. Pan never thinks to give compliments, and Coleen was quite pleased you found her sexy and irresistible.”

I carried our bags out to the car and loaded them in the back. I opened the door for Mary, and she smiled up at me as she gracefully slipped onto the seat.

We drove up to the cabin and I carried our bags inside. I was practically trembling, I was so eager to make love to my teenage bride. My barely fourteen-year-old wife kissed me and then said, “I’m more fourteen-year-old American teenager than Nymph now, Flynn, so please be gentle with me. We have spent a lot of time together, and you know me well by now. You know what freaks me out and how to kiss me and pet me to get me hot and wet and ready for you, so I’m able to enjoy you completely.

“I bought sexy lingerie to wear for you, so let’s take a shower together and after we are all clean, I’ll put on my wedding night gown, so it kind of throws the switch that lets me think of myself as your bride, not your granddaughter.”

I had been wanting and waiting for so long now that I was not going to risk doing anything to upset my bride. I smiled and said, “Yes dear.”

Mary’s Turn

I know this started out as Flynn’s story, but I’m kind of taking it over. I think you might be interested in how a fourteen-year-old girl felt on her wedding night. I know it’s impossible for you to believe that a mythological creature is possessing a human in the modern world. Actually, the Nymph in me thinks it would be nicer to just be out frolicking by the side of a pure, fast-flowing stream, with emerald green grass, soft as a mattress, and no damn bugs, like chiggers, getting fucked silly by some other mythological creature.

I guess it doesn’t happen like that in the modern world. Loss of habitat affects creatures like Centaurs and Fauns and Nymphs too. It is a lot easier for a female to escape notice than a male, especially one with a big dick sticking out in a perpetual hard on. Human males, especially ones with power, are so worried about their cock being small that they act like pricks to any creature they perceive as a threat. Humans with power always see Fauns and Satyrs as threats, so mythological creatures have to hide, just like any endangered animal.

Let me just set the record straight. Centaurs are horse size animals and have horse size dicks. They only want to mate with female Centaurs because they are ethical and practical creatures. Only humans get all pervy and want something inappropriate for their species. Fauns and Satyrs got along just fine only mating within their own species until some pervy human female wanted their always hard and bigger than human cocks for her own pleasure. Pan never intended things to go that direction.

Fauns are usually too drunk to cause trouble if a Nymph isn’t in the mood. They aren’t very bright. Pan made them to be the ultimate party animal and to amuse him while he was drinking. Pan is more than a little twisted himself, and he thought it was hilarious watching a drunken Faun trying to mate with a horny, equally drunken female Faun. It was part of his party entertainment. When Pan really needed entertaining, he would tell a Faun that one of the Nymphs was hot for his furry body, then watched the hilarity. Of course Pan did the same thing with Satyrs and got some VERY hard-core porno to watch.

Satyrs are smarter and being smarter than your companions almost always causes trouble. The Satyrs were always making fun of the Fauns and playing practical jokes on them. The Greek version of Satyrs were more like a smaller two-legged version of a Centaur. They were taller and had more horse-like cocks than the Faun, which was based on a perpetually horny goat. The Romans re-imagined the Satyr and the Satyr became just a taller, smarter Faun. The one or two Satyrs I fucked as a brand new Nymph were the Roman variety.

There are female Satyrs and female Fauns. As I said before, each species normally sticks to its own kind for mating. I don’t think Pan ever tried to have male Satyr mate with a female Faun or vice versa. Pan is kinky, but not that kinky. However male Fauns and Satyrs definitely would fuck a human female who offered herself to one of them.

Pan got a naughty thought one day though and that’s how Nymphs got created. Pan heard rumors about the horny human women who offered themselves to his creatures and he wanted to see what it would look like for Satyrs and Fauns to fuck one of those human women. Pan wanted to fuck human women himself, but although he was pretty drunk most of the time, he was a god, and smart enough to figure out that human women are too fragile to actually have sex with a god. Pan made Nymphs to look like human women, but perpetually horny and strong enough to fuck, keep up with, and satisfy a god.

Nymphs pretty quickly figured out that it took several of us at a time to take care of Pan. We found out that Satyrs were more fun to screw than Fauns, who would chase us, but were so drunk, they seldom caught us. If they did, Fauns only had size and endurance going for them. Skill wasn’t a big thing with them, especially when they were really drunk.

Unfortunately for us, Demigods like Hercules saw us and their pride made them want to prove they could copulate as vigorously as Satyrs. It would have probably been tolerable if it stopped there. Demigods are usually as strong and have the stamina of Satyrs, but they are part human, so they need a recovery and rest time after they shoot off. If they have a Nymph all wired up, she is going to be unhappy waiting for him to get it up again. A Satyr never goes soft, and for Nymphs used to Satyrs, the Demigods were frustrating and disappointing. They were often better looking, usually cleaner and often smelled better, but when a Nymph is ready to fuck all night, it is inconvenient to have to wait for her partner to recover his boner.

Unfortunately, the Demigods usually had human friends who were always hanging around, just like the Satyrs hung out with Pan. The humans saw us, and desired us, because Nymphs have all the sexiest characteristics of human females but exaggerated, so we are irresistible. For example, I can have any size tits I want, depending on what I’m doing, and what my male partner likes. If I’m running or swimming, I might be flat chested or maybe I’d give myself A Cup tits, just to remind me I’m female. If the male I want likes big tits, I can have BIG breasts. My E Cup tits will stand straight out from my chest, but unlike silicone implants, my breasts will be the perfect combination of firm and soft, never sag, and always be perfectly shaped in just the way that excites the male I’m interested in the most. If I want to keep big tits, I could give myself really huge jugs. No matter how big I made my tits they would be firm and defy gravity for eternity. However, I refuse to be a caricature. E Cup is as big as I’ll go.

Generally Nymphs ran too fast for the human males to catch, but sometimes a Nymph would get too drunk for her own good, and a human would catch her because she was passed out. A Nymph was created to have sex and love sex with Pan. Pan never thought about the possibility of rape, because he would never rape any female. In his mind, only handsome, desirable male creatures would offer themselves to a Nymph. That’s the big difference. A magical creature might tell a Nymph, “I’m available, if you think I could please you.” Magical male creatures all know if the female is pleased, he will automatically be pleased too.

Human males would say, “You look sexy. I want to fuck you.” Not the most romantic way to put things. Nymphs didn’t try to refuse human males to be bitches, it was really for the human’s own good, to protect their fragile male egos. If Hercules could barely satisfy a Nymph, how could a human hope to please a creature designed to fuck a god?

Pan never understood the shortsightedness of human males who would please themselves in a minute but leave the female unsatisfied. To him that was as objectionable as it was to the Nymph or woman left unsatisfied.

Some human males raped drunken Nymphs. Pan didn’t know what to do. Nymphs didn’t know what to do. Because of how we were designed, the second a hard cock was in our pussy, we loved it and penis size didn’t matter. Our bodies automatically adjust to make the dick inside us the optimum size to please us. We couldn’t help ourselves. It was how we were made. That made it difficult to explain to Pan why it was rape. He understood the concept of a Nymph saying “NO.” He didn’t understand a male not respecting our choice and if we loved it once a hard dick was in a pussy, where was the crime?

Finally all the Demigods were killed off, so there were no more humans accidentally at our parties. Pan thought that solved the problem.

That was little comfort to the Nymphs who had been raped. We are immortals, so we have to live with the consequences of that kind of crime forever. It is particularly humiliating to know a man who will fuck sheep thought Nymphs, created to commune with a god, were only good for reliving the pressure of built up sperm in their balls. It was humiliating to think that to human males we were only a hole to accept their prick and their scum. No frolicking, no courting, no giving equal pleasure. Just catching a Nymph in a vulnerable position, sticking it in and pumping his slime into one of us. Because we were created instead of born, all Nymphs were as close as the closest human sisters. When one of us was hurt, all of us felt it.

Pan got tired of hearing about it and the “How could you let that happen to me?” recriminations. He took a typically male position and told the Nymphs, “I created you to fuck. I intended for you to fuck ME, but I’m generous and share you with my Satyrs and Fauns. If Demigods and humans get into the party and they fuck Nymphs, you have nothing to complain about, because fucking is what you were created to do.”

Of course Pan is a god, so he always gets the last word, but they were not words that made Nymphs feel all warm and gooey inside. We had always been proud of our willingness to please and our attitude that sex was a pleasure we were happy to share. Most Satyrs did their best to give us pleasure equal to their own. Making love to Pan in a sacred grove was all the pleasure our bodies and brains could stand. Now we began to feel used and unappreciated.

The Nymph’s Turn

How did a Nymph get put in a ten-year-old human girl’s body? Well, the goddesses who were supposed to supervise Karma were lazy and forgetful. Threatening punishment for bad behavior isn’t effective if people don’t ever get punished. The gods all got together and agreed that it was unreasonable to expect goddesses to remember to punish or reward humans for their behavior. After all, there were gods who wanted to help them investigate whether there were sex positions omitted from the Kama Sutra. That investigation seemed much higher priority than monitoring the behavior of humans.

The gods created a new kind of being to be an accountant for the Earth. He would be responsible for keeping track of every human’s Karmic balance, and at appropriate times reward very good behavior and punish especially bad actions or an accumulation of bad deeds. The gods called this being, The Planner. The gods decided this creature should be different from their previous attempts at interaction with humans and should actually care about the people he was punishing and rewarding.

Humans seem to like the concept that there is a plan for their lives, which of course, is nonsense. It sounded better than “The Karma Accountant,” so The Planner stuck.

As I’ve said before, habitat for Pan’s parties and suitable frolicking places for Fauns, Satyrs and Nymphs are rapidly disappearing. There was no need for another immortal Nymph, but somehow I was created.

Nymphs come into being fully mature, hot, wet, ready, and eager to fuck. There are no child or teenage Nymphs because Pan, Satyrs, and Fauns don’t have any self-control, so there is 100% certainty immature Nymphs would be molested. Pan realized there was no need for a Nymph to “grow up” and it would be better for everyone if we were created mature, ready, and hot to trot. Nymphs retain the apparent age that Pan wished them to have. A few look like slender fourteen-year-olds, but the majority look like voluptuous sixteen through twenty-one-year-olds. Generally, Pan grabs a new Nymph as soon as she is created and initiates her himself. After Pan fucks a Nymph, anything else is a poor substitute, which is why a Nymph needs sex almost continuously unless she is part of the group taking care of Pan that day. It had been three thousand years since a new Nymph was created, so somehow Pan missed my existence and didn’t nail me immediately.