Flying in the arms of Pan or Vane is like riding a roller coaster to the top of the track and then sailing down the other side. Except with them there is no safety harness.
“Vane!” I shout and wrap my legs around his hips, clinging to him.
“You get fucked, did you Darling?” he asks as the clouds thicken the higher we get.
It’s quiet up here in the twilight Neverland sky. Chillier too. But not when I have Vane close.
“The game is the game,” I tell him.
He rubs his hardness against my center. “I suppose you’re making a mess on me right now, aren’t you?”
“Sticky and wet.”
He grumbles and then his gaze zeroes in on something behind me and a second later Peter Pan has his chest to my back.
“You found our Darling girl,” he says.
“Yeah, getting railed in the forest by two fae princes. Our little slut.”
“They made me come,” I tell him. “More than you were able to do.”
His gaze darkens. “Say that again, Darling.”
“They made me come. You didn’t.”
I know I’m playing with fire. I think I might have lit the match.
Pan yanks my dress off and sends it fluttering to the ocean far below. I make the mistake of watching it go and the obscene height makes me immediately dizzy.
I cling to Vane even harder, the terror very real now.
“Our Darling wants to act like a whore,” Vane says, “shall we fuck her like one?”
“We shall.”
“Wait,” I say.
“No,” Pan says.
“We’re too high up.”
“Then you better hold on to us.”
We’re so high in the sky now, the clouds are literally floating around us. So close I swear I could reach out and take a handful.
The head of Vane’s cock slides up my messy, wet slit, fucking my clit. I’m already buzzing from coming with the twins. I’m so sensitive it makes me jolt and I slip down Vane’s hips.
“Don’t drop me!”
“Wrap those thighs around me, Darling,” Vane orders. “And start fucking.”
I lock my arms around his neck and rock up letting his cock find my opening and he sinks in.
Pan gets in close at my backside. “Let’s fuck her at the same time.”
“You think she can take it?”
“I think she doesn’t have a choice.”
I moan into Vane’s neck.
Pan lines himself up.
“We have to start training her,” Vane says. “Loosen her up a bit. This one will hurt, Darling. But I’m sure you know that.”
“I can’t,” I tell them.
“You can,” Pan says at my ear.
“I warned you, didn’t I Darling?” Vane grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, his two glinting black eyes. “I warned you there’d be punishment.”
And then Pan guides his cock into me too and somehow, someway, Peter Pan and the Dark One both fill me up at the same time.
