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Not Exactly a Win-Win Situation	By : Ettophe Category: InuYasha > General Views: 24735 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 - Recovery

It had been a long week after the attack.

She escaped back to her home to recover mentally, but her family had gone on a week-long trip for her brother to play in some championship soccer event overseas. Alone at home, she burned the bastard's robes and spent much time meditating, reflecting on what had happened.

What could this mean for her, long term?

She felt regret that she had allowed herself to get caught,

...dismay that she had ended up enjoying the attention,

...disgust that it was her hated enemy whom had brought her such pleasure.

Pleasure was pleasure - it could come from any source. She tried not to blame herself for her body's (un)natural reaction to stimulation.

Perhaps she would feel cleansed after she destroyed every last molecule of his being. Gods, why hadn't she purified his monstrous ass when they were stuck together?

He has caused such pain in the world... ruined so many lives.

What had happened to her was such a tiny drop in the bucket. She couldn't wash enough, though. Shower after shower, bath after bath... it wouldn't wash enough of it away.

The filth was within her, and possibly in more than one way.

She wondered if she would become pregnant.

She wondered how much shit she would hear from Inuyasha when he finally came to fetch her from home.

If she didn't confess, would he be able to tell what had happened? How angry would he be with her? Would she be shunned?

...left behind?

Naraku had told her that she would be stronger because of what she had done, but how would she be able to be sure? He told so many lies and half truths, it could be possible that there was no exchange, and she had only been robbed of her innocence.

When she finally returned to the past, she decided she had to tell them what happened.

She might not ever be allowed to walk alone again.

Her all-too-brief time of solitary recovery ended when she had to return to the past.

She reluctantly told her friends what had happened to her, and as she expected, they were supportive of her emotional well-being ...but she was also tailed everywhere afterwards.

It wasn't as though she was less safe now that she had been attacked once, but they must have felt some horrible measure of guilt that she had been assaulted in the first place.

It took several weeks of being tailed by well-meaning friends before she had a moment to spare to herself.

She had started experiencing mild cramps, which relieved her immensely. Starting her cycle meant there was good chance she had not become pregnant. She escaped to a hot spring to soak the ache away for a short while. She put up a barrier around the spring as per Inuyasha's instructions and he parked himself just outside its edge to give her privacy (even though he was only a mere twenty feet away).

Her abdominal pain was a little stronger than usual and she frowned at the faint crawling sensation curling through her abdomen. It almost felt like she had some gas bubbles creeping through her insides. 'Great. Cramps and gas.' She scowled and forced the thought from her mind, leaning back into the steaming water. The heat seeped into her and she relaxed into the warmth and closed her eyes, drifting, and felt at peace.

She reached out with her mind to trace along the edge of the bubble of power hiding her away from the world and marveled at the new strength of it. Is this what he had meant? Am I truly stronger, or is this some kind of imagined thing, a placebo effect?

Would Naraku be able to bypass her barrier now? He had demonstrated the new ability to shrug off her purity attack when they were in the forest weeks ago, but he had also mentioned that his immunity should only have lasted until he formed his new armor.

She might have to rely on her friends for the final battle, when it came, for if her magic was useless against him...

She pushed those thoughts from her mind. She needed to relax and worrying about what might come to pass wasn't helping. Another twinge of sharp abdominal pain made her gasp and groan in discomfort, and she curled into herself slightly while rubbing her twitching abdomen with a frown.

"You still okay?" Inuyasha asked through the trees.

"Ugh, yes! Stop listening for like ten minutes, please?"

"I can't help it that you're so noisy! If you don't want me to hear you whining in there you better learn to block sound with that barrier, too!"

She blinked. 'Oh. Duh.' Her eyes drifted half-shut and she envisioned the clear shielding she had placed around her chosen bathing spot. Inuyasha could probably see her through it, and he might even be able to walk freely through it as her magic had stopped considering him dangerous at nearly the beginning of their journey together. But sound?

She fed more magic to the barrier and felt it grow thicker. "Can you hear me now?"

"Yeah, I can."

She heard his accompanying sigh of annoyance and imagined he was rolling his eyes at her 'stupidity'. She pursed her lips and considered a different approach. Maybe a fuzzy surface could trap sound better. She blurred her vision as she stared at the surrounding trees and envisioned what a fuzzy barrier would feel like with her magic. She pulled some of the power she had fed it to make the barrier thick and then dispersed the spacing.

Birdsong from the surrounding woods faded into an unsettling stillness.

"Creepy. Can you hear me now?"

Silence.

She rolled over to put her folded arms on the bank and peered between the branches to where she knew Inuyasha was sitting a short distance away. The lack of sounds from her direction would surely set off warning bells and he'd possibly be turning to look her direction at any moment.

There!

A red sleeve, silver hair, and a suspicious golden gaze became visible between two tree trunks. He looked a bit blurry, like the barrier was fuzzing out the sight on its contents as well as sounds. She lifted her arm and waved with a smile, giving a thumb up with arched eyebrows, questioning with her expression as she asked aloud, "Good now?"

She could barely saw his ears twitch and his gaze narrow to focus on her, but then he rolled his eyes and waved her off, shaking his head in annoyance.

She smiled in triumph and eased back into the water, resting her head on a rocky ledge and letting her arms and legs float in front of her. Her abdomen twitched with another sharp jab of discomfort and she didn't bother hiding her groan of pain. Maybe she should take something to help ease the ache. This was more uncomfortable than she was used to.

Her gaze landed on her folded stack of clothes and towel, then to her small bag of bathing supplies. She sighed in irritation. Of course, her backpack with the first aid kit was back at camp.

She wiggled with indecision. Leave the springs for painkillers or shoulder through it for a bit longer? She let out a long, slow exhale. This was the first tiny window of privacy she'd had in weeks, and she was going to try to enjoy it!

She massaged her abdomen with her right hand at the next sign of discomfort. After a few moments, she realized she ached elsewhere, too.

Deep within her was a slow burn and a pronounced feeling of emptiness.

She realized it was an echo of arousal.

She had read somewhere that stimulation could take one's mind off the pain and that an orgasm could help relieve the symptoms of cramping (although the thought of having physical activity with someone while she might start bleeding everywhere didn't seem very sexy).

But she was alone, Inuyasha couldn't hear her, and she was in the water so even if he peeked over to make sure she was still there he wouldn't be able to see what she was doing, so maybe… She closed her eyes and snickered, feeling a bit naughty. Her male protector with incredibly sharp senses was super close and should have no idea of what she was up to.

She slipped her hand between her legs and touched herself gently, pressing fingers against the little nub of flesh in a slow, circular motion. The ache within her intensified slightly as she rubbed, and she remembered the feeling of being stretched around a hard cock (or two) and found herself getting more turned on. She glanced again over her shoulder, considering what Inuyasha might do if he caught her in the act.

Would he run away in embarrassment, or strip and join her to ease her discomfort? She'd accidentally seen him naked before (more than once) but she wondered how much his cock might grow once he got aroused.

She missed the feeling of fullness, but as she fantasized about the sensation and played with herself, she found herself coming closer to orgasm anyways, even without a thick shaft filling her aching passage. She thought more on the sexual encounter, how the cocks had felt dragging against the sensitive skin within her, how deeply they penetrated, and how they had pulsed so strongly at orgasm...

She shuddered when she came, relaxing as pulses of her magic shivered down her spine. The immediate relief the pleasure seemed to have brought to her cramps was mildly surprising and left her feeling a bit lethargic.

She rinsed herself absently in the deep water and relaxed into the water, thinking about when she might experience sex again (although with consent and an intentional partner for sure this time). She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, thinking perhaps she might stay in the spring a little while longer. Would Inuyasha even be interested in a romp through the woods with her? She leaned back against a rock and let her eyelids drift shut, picturing a hot scenario between herself and the silver-haired hanyou, feeling satisfied and sleepy.

A short while passed and she roused herself from her impromptu nap, rolling over to pull herself from the water. She spotted Inuyasha peering around the trunk to make sure she was getting out soon, and once he noticed she was emerging from the water he vanished quickly back behind the trunk, probably terrified to be labeled as a peeping tom (especially when she was showing signs of beginning her cycle).

She sighed in minor annoyance, wishing he would peek a little longer and maybe get an idea or two. She grabbed her towel and began to dry off, squeezing water from the ends of her hair and patting her arms dry. As she moved her towel down her body, something strangely colored caught her attention.

Shimmering blue was visible where she would normally have seen the dark curls covering her mound. Standing there, she didn't feel anything strange, and might not have noticed anything amiss if she hadn't seen it. Slowly, as though not believing what her eyes were telling her, she reached down to touch the strange surface. It was as warm as her skin, and as she ran her fingertips farther between her legs, she discovered it completely covered her sex. This definitely hadn't been there just a little while ago.

Something within her twitched slightly and she jerked her hand away in shock. She tried searching for an edge to pull it from her body, but her fingertips found no purchase in the material. It was as though it had fused with her skin at the edges, and she felt panic begin to grow within her as she plucked at it and scratched the surface, trying to...

She gasped as the twitch became more pronounced, and something seemed to stroke a bundle of nerves deep within her passage. She stumbled as something else gently latched onto her clit, and then fell to her hands and knees and shuddered at the dual onslaught hidden behind the strange material.

Whatever it was, it knew exactly where to move, touch, stroke, and pinch to drag her straight to the edge of orgasm and hold her there for what seemed like eternity. She fell helplessly onto her back with her legs splayed as she writhed and moaned aloud, unable to touch herself and push herself over to the abyss of orgasm. When it seemed like she couldn't take another moment of the sensual torture, something within her changed angle and she cried out as her orgasm crashed over her. Magic rippled down her spine again and she suddenly remembered the same feeling from when Naraku had violated her and stolen portions of her magic to use as his own.

Shuddering, she didn't even have the energy to roll onto her side. She closed her eyes and gasped, exhausted at the drain of her energy, momentarily too weak to even consider what had just happened.

Naraku, again?

Magic rolled around her, and she blinked her eyes open to look above her, watching in exhausted dismay at the appearance of some opaque blue barrier close around her body, weaving into place right before her eyes. As the light faded from view, she had the brief thought to shout for help, "Inuyasha!!!" before everything became dark. But thanks to her efforts with her own barrier such a short while ago, he probably wouldn't be able to hear her.

The opaque thing surrounding her moved a small distance slowly, rolling her along the ground, and suddenly she had the short sense of falling over an edge and deep warmth.

Did it just drag me into the hot spring!? She panicked at the thought of being drowned and kicked out her feet, stretching her arms out straight to try and break through the small enclosing barrier.

She flailed only for a moment before her sharp motions brought the whatever-it-was within her back to life. Grasping tendrils within her tiny lightless prison latched onto her wrists and yanked them hard against the walls of the barrier that surrounded her so she couldn't strike out anymore, and then -

She cried out in pleasure and desperation as the thing wriggled within her, pressing new pleasure spots and plucking her clit with careful maddening motions.

This time, she could feel something stiffening within her, like a bodiless cock swelling within her folds. The teasing continued for a moment as the wriggling thing grew, and then, impossibly, began to thrust within her. She could feel it pressing against its base and then shrinking and growing its length to give her passage short strokes with a girth that became so wide she had to try and part her knees to make room for it. Her toes curled and her legs moved with no other purpose than to writhe helplessly, but new tendrils grasped at her ankles to pull them apart anyways.

Her body hummed with magic and lust in the warm darkness, her fear numbed and all but forgotten thanks to the thing moving with such purpose within her. She came quickly this time, and the phallus slowed its motions to gentle stroking within her before coming to a stop and shrinking somewhat in size. She slumped against the bonds holding her splayed, exhausted as more of her magic shivered down her back to be stolen away by this mysterious presence.

What a strange way to be held captive: trapped in a dark cocoon underwater, with any sudden movements causing skilled, self-propelled sex-toys to force her back into submission.

Gods - how long would her air last?

The magic hummed around her again and she stiffened in expectation of another assault, but nothing seemed to be happening. She could sense motion, something moving and sliding between her parted knees and against her very slowly, but she couldn't see or hear anything but the beat of her heart.

"Hello?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Please, answer me!!"

A weight grew at the plate between her thighs, pulling heavily at her lower body as something warm slid against her and wrapped partially around her waist. The space directly beneath her was being filled with a warm, somewhat lumpy, moving mass. She couldn't see anything, which was mildly terrifying but probably for the best that she couldn't see the horror of what had captured her. Was it growing rows of sharp teeth to gnaw off her legs once it got big enough? Maybe eyeballs on every surface and slimy rotting grey flesh. She shuddered in revulsion, her imagination getting the best of her.

The thing within her was stiffening again, and she shook her head in anger and exhaustion. "No more, please!" She pulled desperately against the bonds wrapped tightly around her wrists.

She sensed a sudden disconnect as the mass pulled back from her, taking the stiffening phallus with it. She gasped in relief as the thick, slippery girth finally came free from her body. She relaxed slightly and let out a breath, rolling her head backward to release some of the tension in her neck and shoulders.

The mass then gripped her waist tightly and thrust forward again with slow deliberation, plunging the thick shaft back within her. It fucked her slowly in the dark as she cried out in anger and ecstasy.

It sought out the best angle to thrust within her, and once it found what it was seeking, it shallowly thrust against that spot over and over again until she was nearly sobbing, trying to move against it herself to reach that next impossible peak.

When she came again, she went completely limp, feeling more exhausted than she had ever been before, her hands and feet still stuck to her tiny prison walls.

She could feel the mass in front of her moving slowly against her, gaining height and width as though she was being held by some kind of warm, damp, lumpy inflating pillow. Gross.

It felt like bands of muscles forming over bones, and the things wrapped tight around her waist began to feel more like arms

A hard sphere -a head maybe- rest limply against her breast, but the growth of the middle torso section forced the head to creep up to her collarbone, then further to rest a little higher than her own. The flesh beneath her slowly became recognizable as legs.

She eventually found herself sitting in a man's lap, his cock buried deep with her, swollen large and stretching her just as it had been before the last growth spurt. An echo of a foreign thought reached out to her mind and, tired as she was, caused her to jerk in surprise. The arms wrapped around her tightened instantly as the shaft buried deep within her began to move, probing like a prehensile limb, seeking sensitive spots and thrusting with sharp purpose and causing her head to roll back in exhausted dismay, "no, no more..." She was so tired.

The arms around her tightened again, and he lifted her once to thrust within her. The self-driving cock stiffened and became still once he had taken control of himself.

He shook his head against her hair and shuddered, holding her tightly. Another foreign thought came to her, but it didn't startle her into motion this time.

still

calm

She got the picture quickly, if she held still it seemed he could control himself.

She felt him gaining more form, limbs growing muscular and smooth, and baby fine hair that tickled her forehead in the dark.

She felt his regret and something akin to confusion.

He didn't seem to understand what was going on.

'Who are you?' she thought, mostly to herself, but she was not surprised when he answered.

myself

A moment later, another thought drifted into her mind.

escaped

There was such a strong sense of relief accompanying this single thought that tears welled in her eyes. 'Escaped? From where?'

monster

He felt regret again, and she realized it was because he was, himself, being very monster-like in his unconscious state.

'What is this? Why are you doing this if you feel so badly about it?'

can't ...stop

She felt his breath ghost against the skin of her shoulder as a chest rose and fell against her with his shallow breaths.

She must have dozed off to recover from expending so much energy. The foreign thoughts roused her from rest.

Many apologies, lady, I'm almost recovered.

Her now freed fingertips twitched against warm skin of an unfamiliar back and her eyelids fluttered open. She had fallen asleep against this male, still sitting in his lap and impaled upon his shaft.

I was consumed, body and soul, by a monster some time ago. I do not know how I came to escape, nor do I know how I came to you. This...

The voice in her thoughts hesitated.

This is not how I would have envisioned my recreation.

"Who are you? Why did you..."

In the past, I was... revered as a god of sorts. I had a temple, a priestess... I protected my people from harm during times of war, and my power came from the patrons who visited my temple, should any choose to participate in the rituals.

This monster...

He paused again in his thoughts, and she felt his body shudder at some unmentioned memory.

…he came to me as a visitor but surprised me during a moment of weakness. He consumed my body and my power, and he twisted those powers to suit his own purposes.

"Naraku.."

I cannot ask any more of you, lady. I have abused you enough without your consent. My body has recovered enough that I might be able to survive on my own once more.

She could feel the flesh beneath her hands quiver slightly. He hadn't fully reformed yet, and she could sense his weakness. She bit her lip and hesitated.

"If I were to willingly offer, would that help you?"

The shaft within her swelled slightly in response to her offer. She tried to ignore the ache that called for her to move upon it.

I cannot say how much I still lack.

The voice echoing through her thoughts seemed reluctant and felt thoroughly ashamed of the position in which he found himself. "The monster that consumed you used your stolen powers to take magic from me. If I can gain one more ally to aid in the fight against him..."

She hoped that by aiding this creature she could turn another of her indiscriminate attackers into a friend.

Maybe she was wrong.

Maybe it was a mind game to get her to accept his advances. As it was, she was still trapped. No one had come to save her, and her assailant already had his cock buried to the hilt within her anyways.

No, I will free you. I did not intend for any of this to happen.

She had the strong impression of his deep regret, revulsion at his weakness, and total seriousness to get her back to the surface and freedom should she ask it of him.

He must have been able to tell when her hesitation and mistrust vanished, for there wasn't any more time to think, and he didn't need any further justification to take what she had offered.

His hands slipped under her ass and he lifted her until her body nearly disconnected from his entirely before sliding her back down onto his shaft. She shuddered in pleasure with a small twinge of pain. He lifted her high again, and this time as the cock penetrated her, she could feel the cooling sensation of an unexpected fluid now slicking the surface of his shaft.

She could sense small flickers of pleasure radiating from him, but it wasn't so much a sexual pleasure as it was an honest joy and the same kind of satisfaction she experienced when she savored an especially fine chocolate.

A small tendril sought out her second entrance and stroked gently, spreading more of the lubrication as he slowly filled her with his cock.

He held her in place, seated within his lap again, as that tendril slipped easily within her second passage. It twisted and tantalized her and stretched her slowly as he lifted her body again. Her head rolled back in amazement as her body was gradually worked into higher and higher state of arousal.

When she was pulled slowly back down his shaft again, something else like little feelers began to tickle her sensitive nub. It was delicious, agonizingly slow, sensual torture. This male was a sex god (possibly literally) and seemed to have a dozen bodily tools to draw every sigh and moan from his partner in the most mind boggling, exquisite ways. The tendril expanded slowly to fill her second passage, the feelers tickled her clit with every slow, full penetration, something was tweaking her nipples just slightly, and what felt like dozens of fingers stroked her all over, from her arms to her back to her knees and thighs, everywhere at once.

All she could do was feel and be dragged along for the incredible drawn-out ride.

He sipped her energy slowly as her drew her body down onto his own, over and over again.

He focused carefully on the energy extraction. He had been consumed by that monster the last time he let his guard down long enough to lose himself to the pleasures of sex. It was tempting, though, as he experienced echoes of pleasure humming through his body from the woman in his arms. Her magic was so strong, bright, and energizing.

He knew he had enough energy to expose his sensory shaft. He shuddered when he remembered how utterly amazing it had felt to let go and find release.

He stubbornly resisted the call, though. To get lost in the moment could leave him vulnerable again, and he had no desire to impregnate this female.

He could feel the tendrils of her power slipping into his skin, warming his spirit, and strengthening his muscles. He drew the sensual attack out for as long as possible, until she was so close to orgasm that she practically vibrated in his arms. His eyes began to glow with the power he had accumulated, washing her face in a pale pink light as he looked upon her with his newly-perfect vision.

The light must have been just bright enough to catch her attention, for she opened her eyes at the next thrust and focused on what she could see. She seemed surprised for the shortest of moments before he dipped his face towards hers and pressed his lips gently to hers, and their tiny enclosed space exploded with power as she came.

She became aware again a short while later, her chest heaving as she tried to draw in enough air. Her head would have likely been lolling around freely if he hadn't had the foresight to support her lax form. Her body refused to respond to anything more than an occasional finger twitch as her arms hung limp to her sides, draped over the warm arms that held her gently.

Without changing position, he willed his appendages to slowly shrink and withdraw from her body, and she shuddered in response to the empty feeling. He knew she wouldn't be able to offer herself again anytime soon until her body and soul had time to rest and replenish. With their intimate connection broken, her thoughts and emotions no longer echoed through his mind, and he watched her face carefully for signs of discomfort.

Kagome was sated and exhausted, but she had the definite feeling that something was amiss. She had no energy to voice her question as he curled himself around her so she could sit cradled in his arms and lap.

"You have honored me with your gift."

His voice was unexpectedly deep and smooth, vibrating sensually along her skin to send a frisson of pleasure down her spine.

She had been one of the deepest sources of magic he had ever drawn from. He nearly felt like himself again, although he knew that it would take an unknown amount of time and countless additional rituals before he was back to his full strength. He had grown lazy and complacent in his temple, with his visitors bringing him their gifts of energy.

Her eyes opened a fraction to see if what she thought she had seen earlier had been a trick of the light, examining the face of the male who held her so carefully in the lingering pink glow of magic.

'He looks ... like me?'

Raven black hair curled down to his neck in a shaggy mess, and bright blue eyes so much like her own watched her in silence.

She finally gained the strength to lift her arm and place a hand against his cheek, then stroked his face to run trembling fingers through the soft black locks. His nose, chin, brows all looked like her features, albeit with a more masculine line.

But then her earlier confusion came back, and she blurted out, "you didn't ...um...?" Despite their recent intimacy, she couldn't bring herself to finish that statement to ask if he had orgasmed. She had been able to feel him, more than just physically, while they had been joined. She could tell he had gained some satisfaction from the coupling, but she was quite certain that she had been alone in reaching a climax. She wasn't sure if he had been even a little excited.

He smirked and shook his head. 'Did he just read my mind or was that written all over my face...?'

"The ritual is most efficient when the energy is only traveling in one direction, so for the sake of my followers I do not often risk partaking for enjoyment."

"Do not risk?" She echoed, confusion in her gaze. "Is it dangerous?"

He shrugged. It was a slow roll of his shoulder that rubbed his warm skin against her arm and spread goosebumps across her limbs. "When performed carelessly, the exchange of energies can kill participants." He did not tell her about his weakness, should he indulge. That seemed like very dangerous information to share.

She nodded thoughtfully against his chest, thankful she hadn't been killed in either set of encounters. "...So, you just provide the most amazing sex and don't find enjoyment in it."

"I can, and do, when the situation allows. My magics have aided in the procreation of countless children. I find this to be very fulfilling."

The expression of dismayed disbelief on her face spoke volumes.

"Not my children ... I have aided couples who were unable to have offspring. Royalty and nobles, commoners and peasants alike..."

Here he smirked and looked at her a little crookedly before adding, "Even a few beasts of nature ...But I have had no children of my own."

She blushed and turned away from the soft glow of his eyes. "Who are you?"

He shrugged again, as though the question and its answer truly held no importance. "I am myself. I once belonged to my people as they belonged to me, but now I possibly belong to no one." He sounded sad. "My magic ... reformed my body using some piece from you."

She shifted uncomfortably in his lap. ‘This must be why he looks like me...'

"You... are you like... my child?"

"Would you prefer I call you mother?"

"No-" she choked out. “No... that's really weird and ... especially after what just..."

"Does a child not take nourishment from his mother? My nourishment merely comes from a vastly different source."

"True - but any adult can provide nourishment to a baby or child. What makes someone a mother is more, with support and love and care and understanding..." she trailed off, feeling vaguely uncomfortable about the situation she now found herself in.

"Then shall I call you my priestess."

She wasn't sure why, but that made her blush even harder. "I am a priestess, but I don't think I can be devoted to you like that...."

He hummed noncommittally. She wasn't sure if that meant he would try to change her mind. "Then at least allow me to call you by name?"

"...Kagome. What is yours?"

He held some tiny belief that to give someone his true name would give them power over him, and he would not risk it. "I have had many names. You must name me, for as you have restored my life it is your right."

His magic seemed... foreign. But it didn't feel dark, like she expected a sexual-energy-eating incubus would feel. He almost seemed to be in a neutral grey zone. "Sexual magic, fertility rites, ... you remind me of the Greek deity Dionysus or Pan and his satyrs... you aren't overtly fond of wine, are you?"

"I do not believe so..."

She squinted at him in mock suspicion. "And you aren't a half-goat in disguise?"

"Not exactly," he smirked down at her. But once he fully regained his magic he would be able to change into any animal or half-animal forms, whatever best met the needs of the moment.

'What an odd response,' she thought. Then she remembered the tickling tendrils that had stroked all over her skin that no longer seemed anywhere in sight.

But she had already thought of the Greek characters, and the more she considered it, the more the name seemed to fit. "Pan is simple to say and seems fitting, given what little I've seen of your nature."

He inclined his head slightly in agreement with her choice. "Pan is acceptable."
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