It wasn’t until after Merry’s first encounter with the fae queen that she admitted she was pregnant.
She’d clutched at me, sobbing, and said, “Please save my baby. I don’t want to die here.”
There had always been something about Merry that made us all act differently.
She’d been like a little sister from the first moment she arrived on the island.
We hated to watch her suffer. I, especially, hated to watch her suffer.
She’d waded into the waters of the lagoon and floated on the turquoise surface on her back as swirls of light filled the air around her.
“Better?” I’d called out to her.
“Much,” she’d said.
She stayed there for hours, and I sat on the shore watching her and the light, wondering if I had it all wrong, if it was time to give up my pursuit.
When Merry waded back out, she’d held a seashell in her hand. “Where did you get that?” I’d asked.
The lagoon never gave up its treasures despite many men trying. There were several dead pirates at the bottom of the water, men who’d dove in and tried to take what they had not earned.
Merry looked down at her hand and frowned. “I don’t know. Maybe…oh.” Her gaze had gone far away like she’d been listening to something beyond my comprehension. “Treasure,” she’d said. “For you.” And then she handed it over and as soon as the shell was in my grip, I knew immediately it was magic.
And now the dark object sits in Darling’s hand over eighteen years later.
“My mom…was pregnant on the island?” she asks.
I drop into the wingback chair, suddenly exhausted. The sun is coming. Much quicker than I’d like.
“She was indeed,” I answer.
“She never told me.”
There is a matching chair across from me and Darling sits on the edge of the seat. “That means…in a way…that I was here before.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
Perhaps that’s why, when she’s in my arms, I feel like I’ve come home.
I will never tell her that.
I will not tell a soul.
I don’t have weaknesses and certainly not pretty little Darling girls.
“When I first came to the island,” she says, “it immediately felt familiar. Is that possible?”
“Anything is possible on Neverland.”
She turns back to the seashell and scrutinizes it more closely. “This almost feels like it’s buzzing.”
The fact that she can feel the magic in the shell is concerning, though not surprising.
“You really think this will help you get your shadow?” she asks.
“If I am this island’s beating heart,” I tell her, “then the lagoon is its soul. I don’t remember anything of my life before I arrived here. My first memory is of the lagoon. And one thing I know for certain is that whatever it spits out is always full of magic. So yes, I do.”
My skin is beginning to itch.
“I need to get below ground, Darling.”
“Oh. Right.” She gets up and brings the shell back to me. She’s not wearing a bra and her nipples are pebbled beneath the material. The soft golden light of the lantern behind her limns her in gold.
I grab her by the wrist and yank her into my lap. She lets out a little yelp.
“Come to bed with me,” I tell her.
She wiggles on my lap and my cock takes notice.
“Ask me nicely.”
A rumble starts in my chest. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and drag her ear to my mouth. “Come to bed with me, my little Darling whore, so I can shove my cock in your wet cunt and make you beg for mercy.”
An exhale rushes past her wet lips and she presses her thighs together.
I bring my other hand up her bare leg, up her thigh, and the air gets stuck in her throat.
She makes a soft hiccupping noise as my fingers stop just a few inches from her pussy.
I swear I can feel the heat of her.
“What if I’m not tired?” she challenges.
Naughty girl.
“We could start with a bath.” I slide closer to her center and she parts her thighs for me. “You are filthy, after all.”
She laughs on a breath. “I’m full of Peter Pan’s cum.”
“Mmm. Just the way I like you.”
And I do. I fucking do. I want her pumped full of my cum every fucking day.
The sun creeps closer to the horizon, but I’m suddenly in no rush.
I bring my fingers to the flat plane of her panties and ghost over the wet material. She hisses and bucks against me, but I still have my other hand wrapped around the back of her throat. She’s not going anywhere. Not yet anyway.
“Come to bed with me,” I tell her again. “Say yes, Darling.”
I slide over her clit and apply just enough pressure to make her squirm.
“All right.”
That’s all I need to hear. I lift her off of me, setting her feet to the floor. “Hurry, Darling.” She rushes ahead of me to the tower and down, down the stairwell.
The sun may be rising, but as long as I’m in darkness, I can manage another hour or two.
Long enough to make Darling scream my name.
