Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

Forgetting Neverland	By : theatregrl13 Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 11946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or any of its characters, and I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Forgetting Neverland
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-Epilogue
- 14
- 15
- 16
Wendy was exhausted and as much as she wanted to stay and enjoy her own wedding, she excused herself and carried Lily back to their tent. She tucked Lily into her little cradle the Indian women had made for her and gently kissed her head. Shrugging out of her wedding dress, she slipped under the blankets and was asleep in minutes.
She tossed and turned for a few moments, then sat straight up, clutching the blanket to her chin. She listened, sure she had heard someone approach the tent.
“Peter?” She asked hesitantly. She didn’t hear any of the wedding guests anymore and thought they might have retired for the night. But then where was Peter?
“Peter is that you?” she asked again, her voice trembling. She saw a hand lift up the flap and waited in trepidation.
“Guess again, my dear,” growled a low voice. She tried to scream but Hook flung himself at her, covering her mouth with his hand. She couldn’t see his other hand, or lack thereof, but Hook flung a blanket over her face to stifle her cries. She kicked and tossed about as Hook covered her body with his own and held her still. One hand went to her throat and squeezed while the other—hand?! Went between her legs and pulled off her underwear. Wendy felt hot tears run down her face; she couldn’t believe this was happening to her again. She wanted to get to Lily, to make sure Hook didn’t harm her but Hook ravaged her core with his hands then she felt something larger enter her.
“Please…please don’t do this,” she cried. He ignored her pleas and pushed himself into her, thrusting faster and faster. She screamed as she tossed off the blanket, briefly covering him. He recovered instantly and grabbed her legs and pulled her back to her, dragging her on her stomach. He thrust into her from behind, yanking on her hair and his hand went around to her throat. She gasped for air as she struggled to get away from him. He pulled out and quickly flipped her over.
“Look at me!” he growled in her face as he squeezed at her throat. She started to see stars and she clawed at the hands that were cutting off her air. “You will never be able to hide from me. I will find you, wherever you go!” She tossed back and forth, clutching at her own neck and felt him slap her face gently.
“Wendy,” he said, with Peter’s voice somehow. “Wendy!” She refused to open her eyes; it was yet another trick of Hook’s and she knew it. “Wendy, sweetheart, open your eyes. Wake up, you’re having a bad dream.” Once again, Peter gently slapped her cheeks in a desperate attempt to get her to wake up. Her eyes shot open and gasped when she saw Peter straddling her, his face inches from her and his eyes clouded with worry.
“Oh my god, Peter,” she lurched into his arms and held on for as long as she could. Peter’s arms closed around her in a protective circle and he rested his head on hers, whispering soothing words and whispered I love you’s.
“We’re free from him, Wendy. He will never hurt you again.” Wendy didn’t ask how he knew what she was dreaming of. She just continued to cry into his clothes. He held onto her, allowing her to cry. He tried to clear his throat, his vocal cords on fire from talking even that much. Wendy noticed and broke away, giving him a sad look.
“I’m so sorry, you shouldn’t even be whispering and here I am making you almost yell to wake me up. I suppose I’ll never be free from the nightmares, will I?” Peter brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and cupped her chin.
“Someday,” he mouthed. Wendy sighed, shaking her head and staring at her lap. Peter moved closer to her and took her hands in his own, kissing her fingers one by one. Pulling one of her fingers past his lips, he sucked gently, giving her a seductive glance before resuming his kisses. She smiled slightly and shook her head.
“We’ll wake Lily.” Peter raised his brow, then pointed to his own throat. Wendy giggled and gently pushed him away.
“I can be quite loud,” he waggled an eyebrow at her and she laughed, “I can’t help what you do to me!” Slowly and seductively, Peter crept toward her, pushing her onto her back and climbing over her. He tortured her mercilessly, planting small kisses and nips on her ears, neck, and face, all the while his hands kneading at her breasts and squeezing at her nipples. His tongue lavished her throat and her nails went to his back, leaving a tiny trail of blood. He sucked in a deep breath and sucked harder at her neck. She pulled him up and conquered her mouth with furious kisses, leaning up and pushing him back onto his back. Her nails scratched down his chest and he gasped in pleasure. Giving him a sly grin, she left his mouth and traveled down his body, her long hair tickling his skin as she went. She slowly pulled off all his clothes and flung them aside, leaning down to kiss and suck at his sun-kissed flesh. With the tip of her finger, she traced down his smooth stomach and down his hipbone, to the delicate flesh of his thighs. He moaned in agony as she kept teasing him, going all the way around his arousal, which was starting to grow rigid at her caress. Wendy spread his legs apart and squeezed at his inner thighs and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He tried to beg her, to plead with her for what he wanted, but the words wouldn’t come. Wendy came back to his mouth and sucked at his lip for a moment before her bright eyes found his and she smiled.
“What do you want, my sweet? Do you want me to take you into my mouth and drive you over the edge?” Never taking his eyes off hers, he nodded and gently traced her lips with his fingertip. She took his fingers into her mouth and sucked, which caused him to drop his head back and close his eyes. He felt her hair drift down his body as she came closer to his velvet heat. Her fingertip traced up and down his cock and he groaned at the contact. Her warm hand enclosed around him and she leaned down and kissed the tip. She kissed all the way down, planting warm kisses on his inner thighs then back to his firm sex. Her tongue created trails of fire as she licked around the base, then finally took him fully into her mouth. Peter ‘s hands went to her hair and he guided her pace. Wendy’s mouth was bringing him to the point of delicious ecstasy and he wished he could scream her name as he grew rigid and released. She wiped herself clean and settled at his side while he lay there panting, attempting to catch his breath again. His hands were in his hair and his eyes were closed, a broad smile on his face. Wendy smiled and leaned down to kiss him but Peter was quick and he trapped her in his arms and forced her onto her stomach. Climbing over her, his knees spreading her legs apart, he crept up behind her and kissed at her neck and shoulders. He stared at her for a moment, loving the sight of her gorgeous ass so plump and ready for him. He leaned over her, his cock brushing against her cheeks and it sprang to life again. Wendy felt him harden and she closed her eyes in desire. Peter kissed her shoulders and down her back, his hands gently caressing her curves until they rested between her legs. Laying himself on her back, he inserted a single finger and teased until he heard her whisper his name. He then inserted a second finger and pushed in and out, still excruciatingly slowly. His thumb found her clit and she jumped, throwing her head back, her hair sprawling across his naked backside. His fingers increased in speed as he leaned down and nipped at her shoulder. Wendy bit her lip to keep from crying out as Peter’s hands drove her mad. His right hand continued their ministrations between her legs while his left hand reached around and grasped her breast. She thrust her head forward into the blankets for fear of screaming his name.

“I need you Peter,” she moaned. Happy to oblige, his knee spread her legs further and he positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed in, watching himself disappear inside her, then his fingers resumed their teasing. Wendy pushed up onto her hands and knees slightly to give him more access and this new position made both of them whimper. He clutched at her hips as he increased his thrusts, burying himself to the hilt inside her. She reached around and her hand met his backside, pushing him in further, needing to feel him conquer her body. He heard Wendy sigh his name again and the sound of it spurred him on so that he was now thrusting so deep, he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. Without warning, he exploded and he let out a deep sigh as he came. His thumb pressed hard against her clit and with a little yelp, she came moments later. He pulled her into his arms and collapsed on his back. They were both extremely sweaty, their skin was flushed, their hair tangled but they both agreed this was a fantastic wedding night.
- 14
- 15
- 16
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Forgetting Neverland