Just a side note, Peter and the boys are aged. I'm not THAT perverted ;)

She knew she was being watched. Each and every night, she had that feeling and after she said goodnight to her brothers, she would go to the window and see fresh handprints in the snow. Most surprising of all, however, was the fact that she didn't mind. She actually hoped it was someone who could take her away from her dull and dreadful life in the stuffy society of London. Someone who could give her adventure and excitement. She knew very well whom she wanted to take her away. The hero of her stories, Peter Pan.

One warm night, Wendy had left the window open to allow the air cool her off. Her brothers were already snoring when she walked to her bed so she shimmied out of her gown and slept in only her thin chemise. She was sound asleep when a handsome boy approached her bed.

When Wendy opened her eyes, she registered someone standing over her, with his hands on his hips. She could only make out his slender silhouette but saw he looked tall and built. She gasped and sat up and he took a step back.

"What is your name," came his deep voice.

"Wendy Moira Angela Darling."

"That's too long," he said, wrinkling his nose. "Wendy will do."

"Who are you?"

"I think you already know." She tried to swallow but couldn't. Peter Pan had always been the main subject of her stories but to see him in her bedroom was another matter altogether.

"What are you doing here?"

"I think you know that too. We're wasting time, you know."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well do you want an adventure or not?" Wendy lowered the covers and her eyes traveled him up and down. Likewise, Peter's eyes traveled over her slender frame and he felt himself harden with desire. The thin material hid very little and he could make out every glorious curve in the dark. He reached out his hand and waited for her to take it.

"I'll take you to Neverland, where there are pirates and mermaids. Indians too. And you don't give a damn about anything. No rules and no one to tell you what to do. You can do whatever you please." It sounded too good to be true. Nevertheless, she put her hand in his and he pulled her to her feet. He sucked in a breath as he pulled her against him, her breasts brushing against his bare chest.

"You might want to wear something else, though. The Lost Boys will completely lose it when they see you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked with a frown glancing down at herself. Peter smirked and moved closer, cupping her chin.

"It means you're breathtakingly beautiful and every one of them will want to fuck you on the spot." Wendy gasped at his words, as she pulled away from him and took a step back.

"You won't let them touch me, will you?"'

"They know better than to touch what I have claimed as mine." Her brow raised.

"Yours? I am to be yours now?" He gave her a haughty grin as he moved closer, his hands going to her breasts and squeezing gently.

"You're damn right you are mine. And I intend to make you scream my name until the sun comes up." Wendy's head was spinning. She didn't understand why she wasn't protesting, why she was accepting this barbarian's behavior. But her eyes slid closed as his lips met her skin and he sucked at her neck, his hands tweaking her nipples through the chemise.

"Oooh," she let out a little moan and he grinned as he moved down to the edge of her chemise, his mouth closing over one of her mounds and sucking until the material had turned wet and dark. His skilled hands moved down her hips and slid underneath the chemise, cupping her through her silken drawers. He felt his cock dance with anticipation.

"Fuck you are already so wet," he growled in her ear. He had half a mind to take her right there but no, he couldn't risk her family waking up. He pulled her in his arms, bridal style, and carried her to the window.

"Tink didn't come with me so I have no extra fairy dust. But I shall carry you to Neverland."

"Tink?"

"Tinkerbell. She's my fairy. She hates coming with me to this world though. Hates the girls I bring back too." Wendy tried to ignore that he had just admitted to bringing multiple girls and instead focused on the feel of being in his arms. Her arms went around his neck and she saw his muscles flex.

"Second star to the right and then straight on til morning," he muttered against her hair. And he took off into the air, his arms tightening around the gorgeous creature he held.

When they landed, Peter saw that Wendy had fallen asleep. He gently laid her in his bed and pulled the furs over her. Stroking her curls back from her face, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead before he flew out of the hideout and out of sight.


The Lost Boys all filed into the hideout, cursing each other and threatening to stab the other with their weapons when the one known as Slightly stopped in his tracks, his eyes glued to Peter's bed.

"Look everyone!" Their eyes shot to the bed and they saw a beautiful girl sprawled across the furs, clad in only a thin chemise that was pushed so far up that her creamy thighs and a bit of her drawers were showing.

"Oh shit," Nibs whispered.

"Who the hell is she?" Twins asked.

"Who fucking cares? She's beautiful. And Peter always brings us pretty girls to have some fun with. I wonder where he is?" They began to call his name, which in turn woke up the sleeping girl. Curly hit Slightly's arm.

"She's waking up."

"Hey beautiful, are you awake?" Wendy's eyes shot open and she pulled the furs up to cover herself. Slightly chuckled.

"Don't do that, we've already seen what you're hiding under there and we would love to see some more. What's your name, beautiful?"

"Wendy," she replied, remembering what Peter had said about her name being too long.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl. Want to have some fun, Wendy?"

"I'd rather not, thank you." Slightly and Nibs shared a dark laugh, one that made the hairs on Wendy's neck stand up.

"It's not really an option. It's more fun if you're willing but we can have our fun either way." Wendy whipped around as Curly bent low and sniffed her hair.

"She smells lovely."

"Don't you touch me. Peter said I'm his."

"Peter says that about every girl he brings and then he gives them to us to have our fun. Besides, he fucks the Princess every damn day. We're tired of sloppy seconds. Come here. We won't hurt you." Slightly pulled her to her feet and Curly tossed the furs aside. Wendy looked around and tensed up but Nibs cupped her chin and stroked her cheek.

"You are more beautiful than any of them," he whispered and he lowered his lips to her neck and sucked gently. She felt the boys move in around her, their hands reaching out to touch her. Someone pushed her chemise up, his hands tickling her side and moving up to caress her breast. The chemise was pushed over her head and thrown aside and she gasped as she felt two mouths close over her breasts. At the same time, someone reached around and his hand dove into her drawers. She let out a screech and clamped her legs together, shaking her head.

"No, stop it."
"Calm down, you're going to love it," Nibs whispered roughly in her ear. He gathered handful of her hair and pulled back, making her moan and bite her lip. He smiled.

"I knew you were a dirty girl. You like it rough, Wendy?" She tossed her head but Nibs and Curly both wrapped their arms around her from behind and held her arms still. Slightly shot her a grin before he ripped her drawers off and threw them aside. Wendy tried to kick but Slightly's brow raised and he merely smiled.

"I told you it was more fun if you were willing but whatever. Twins, hold her." She felt hands hold her legs down and spread her wide. Slightly lowered his head between her thighs and she felt his tongue dart against her wet folds. She tossed her head back and moaned as he sank into her, his fingers and his tongue dancing in her wet heat. Curly dropped his trousers and stood in front of her.

"No reason you should be the only one enjoying this. Open up, gorgeous." She was about to protest but he shoved his length into her warm mouth, causing her to gag.

"Breathe," he told her. "And relax. I'm sure you're quite good at this." He started fucking her mouth and she had a hard time concentrating as Slightly's tongue had found her spot and he was causing her to writhe and shake. Curly's hands wrapped around her curls and he tossed his head back.

"Ah fuck! Yes!"

"Why does Curly get to have all of the fun?"

"Fuck you man," Curly panted, gripping Wendy's hair with both hands. She let out a scream as Slightly brought her to her peak and the vibrations around his cock made Curly lose it completely.

"Turn her over," Nibs muttered and the boys easily lifted her and brought her to her hands and knees.

"Don't make us tie you up," Slightly warned. Nibs removed his trousers as well and knelt before Wendy, his cock dancing inches from her lips. She tried to fight but Slightly rolled his eyes and grabbed a piece of rope that was lying in the corner of the room and quickly bound her hands together.

"Now, pleasure my mate while we pleasure you." Blinking back tears, Wendy took Nibs into her mouth and closed her eyes.

The twins knelt behind Wendy and their tongues ran up and down her slit, making her whimper. Curly gripped himself in his hand and ran his cock up and down her wetness. He grabbed her curls and pulled, making her gasp and release Nibs in surprise.

"Hey!" Nibs cried out in indignation.

"How do you like to be fucked," Curly growled. "Hard and fast? Or nice and slow?" Wendy's eyes closed and she shook her head. Curly started to enter her but a shadow darkened the room.

"What the fuck is going on here?" The boys all cowered at the tone of voice. They all released Wendy and jumped to their feet. Wendy collapsed on the bed, hiding her face in the furs. The boys all stared into Peter's face, which was red with rage.

"We were just having some fun, Peter. Like we always do—"
"If I bring a girl to Neverland, Slightly, I expect to have her before anyone else. And if I have showed her as much care and attention as I have shown Wendy, you should know DAMN well that she means something to me. If you little bastards dared put yourselves inside her—"

"We didn't, Peter," Nibs said hurriedly, "honest!"

"How the hell were we supposed to know she was different," Curly fumed.

"Have you ever seen a girl in my bed?" Peter said dangerously. The boys all glanced at one another. It was true, Peter would never allow any of those girls inside the hideout. They mostly had their fun outside in the forests. Nibs swallowed.

"She's still yours, Peter."

"You had better be telling me the truth," Peter fumed. He knelt next to the bed and stroked Wendy's shoulder. She refused to look at him and he shot the boys a glare.

"I'll deal with you all later." He gently picked her up and hid her in his arms. Without another word, he flew from the hideout.


He flew to his favorite part of the island, somewhere he had never taken anyone before. He knew the island better than anyone and he had taken advantage of these hidden caves, setting up a fur pallet and some necessities for when he needed to get away from the Boys, which was often. He didn't know why but he knew this girl was special. Something about her was different. He couldn't wait to have her but he decided he wanted more than one night. He would ask her to stay with him. After he dealt with the Boys, of course. He set her down and watched her curl into a ball against the wall.

"Are you ok?"

"Why the hell would you care," she replied bitterly. Peter crossed his arms.

"I stopped them, didn't I?"

"A little too late though wasn't it," she snapped. He knelt in front of her and sliced the rope from her hands.

"I'm sorry. The boys didn't realize that you're different. If they had done anything else, I would kill them."

"What do you mean, I'm different?"

"I mean you're different than the rest. I don't know what it is but something about you makes my heart race. I come to your window the most you know. I love to listen to your stories. They're the best. And I sometimes watch you sleep at night and imagine that you're mine. I imagine us living here, in Neverland. Together." Wendy didn't know how to answer so she rubbed her wrists where the rope had cut and tossed her hair out of her face. Peter took her hands in his and kissed her wrists, glancing up at her and his hand went to her cheek and he stroked her face. Before he knew what he was doing, he was leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. They tingled when he pulled away and Wendy saw his eyes were wide, even somewhat fearful.

"What is it?"

"I've…I've never done that before."

"Kissed? You've never kissed anyone?" He shook his head.

"It's too intimate. My one night stands are exactly that. They're quick and great and then I return them to their homes. It's all about lust. But you, you're different. I've wanted to kiss you since I first saw you."

"Then kiss me again," she said softly and he obliged. He conquered her mouth with his, his tongue sliding across her lips and meeting hers in a furious dance. She reached up and entangled her hands in his curls and he pulled her close. He wrapped her legs around his waist and stood, holding her firmly by the bottom. He pressed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. She broke the kiss and glanced down to see he was still dressed. Her hands quickly undid his trousers and as they dropped around his feet, he stepped out of them. He reclaimed her mouth and her hand gripped him tightly, pumping up and down, faster and harder until she had him moaning against her mouth.

"Fuck Wendy," he groaned, biting her neck. She had him on the brink of insanity and he shook his head. He grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, once again wrapping her legs around his waist and wasted no time thrusting into her. Her arms wrapped around him and her nails left tiny droplets of blood across his back. He hissed as the spot stung and he rammed into her even harder.

"You are so fucking tight," he groaned, gripping her hips tightly.

"AH! Yes! My god, YES!" Wendy's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she was lost in pure ecstasy.

"Say my name! Fucking scream my name!"

"Peter! YES, Peter, YES!"

"OH FUCK Wendy!" They slid down the wall but he continued his thrusts over her, flinging her legs over his shoulder and pressing against the wall for support. He felt his orgasm building but he didn't want to be the one to release first this time; he was determined to make her come undone. His hands moved between them and his thumb found her button. She screamed and clawed at his thighs and he felt her shake underneath him. He couldn't hold back any longer; with a strangled cry his hips jerked and he released inside her. At the same time, he felt her shudder and go limp and they both collapsed in each other's arms, their sweaty bodies sticking together. Peter softened inside her but remained connected as he held her in his arms.

"Holy shit," he said weakly. "You're the best I have ever had."

"And I'm sure you have had many," she said stiffly. He turned his head, his brow raised at her tone.

"I've been around for a hundred years, Wendy. It shouldn't surprise you. But I hope you believe me when I say this is the first time is has actually meant anything." And she did. Logic and reason were thrown out the window and she felt completely safe and even loved in Peter's arms. She rested her head against his damp chest and closed her eyes, as he stroked her curls and whispered soft nothings in her ear and he gently picked her up and lay her across the furs, laying beside her and wrapping her into his embrace.


When Wendy woke up the next morning, she briefly wondered where on earth she could be. It looked like a cave and she saw no sign of her brothers. But her eyes fell on the perfect vision beside her and she sucked in a breath as memories of last night came flooding back to her. She had been violated by the boys and Peter had rescued her and then they had made love. Wendy's innocence had been stolen away long ago (but that's a different story altogether and one we shan't discuss) but as Peter had said, it was the first time it had actually meant anything. And that had been her first real kiss. Her hidden kiss, Mother often told her it was called. Her fingertips gently traced his muscular chest and she heard him moan a little in his sleep. She saw he was completely aroused underneath the fur and she smiled to herself as she gently moved the fur aside to reveal his hardened length. She glanced up at him as her hand enclosed around the base and she heard him gasp. Licking her lips, she lowered her head and her tongue flicked out to taste him. She heard her name being moaned from above her and she smiled against his flesh.

Peter's eyes shot open as he felt the most incredible sensations coursing through his trembling body. Wendy was taking him deep into her mouth and her tongue traveled over his shaft, tasting him completely. Her curls tickled his legs and he felt his hips leave the floor.

"Ffffffffffffuck Wendy," he whispered as he grabbed at her hair and his mouth dropped open.

"OH SHIT," he let out a yell as he released and he felt Wendy's tongue continue to rake across his flesh, cleaning him thoroughly. Panting, his hands went to his hair and he merely lay there for a few minutes, feeling his heart race. Wendy smiled and lay down next to him, moving his arm aside so she could rest her head on his chest. Peter glanced down at her, still heaving for breath.

"I didn't…I wasn't going to ask you to do that."

"Should I not have?"

"Don't get me wrong, it was amazing and I enjoyed every second of it. But I knew the Boys had made you….I just didn't want to bring up any….well, you know what I mean."

"I appreciate it. But the boys aren't the only ones who have made me do that." Peter's eyes shot down to her and he frowned. But Wendy was curled up in the crook of his arm with her eyes closed. He watched her for a moment, noting how beautiful and soft her skin looked in the morning haze. He moved over her and gently stroked her face, as he bent to give her a sweet kiss. She opened her mouth to him, inviting his tongue to dance with hers. He rose up on his knees and his hands clasped with hers, still melded to her lips. He broke the kiss and moved his lips across her neck and shoulders. Peter leaned over her, his hand drifting down her stomach, his fingertips gently tracing along her curves and gently running up and down her inner thigh. He spread her legs around him and leaned down to kiss her again, as his thumb did the lightest of touches across her wet core. He smiled against her lips.

"You get soaked for me so easily, Miss Darling." She moaned and lifted her chin toward the ceiling of the cave, and Peter brought his hand back to her cheek. He gently traced her lips with his fingertips and she brought one of his fingers into his mouth and sucked with relish. He bit his lip as he watched her eyes close lazily, her tongue swirling around his fingers. Peter moved quickly, his hands going to her sides and his tongue traveling down her chest, stopping here and there to nip or suck at her delicate flesh. His thumb returned to her core and he inserted two fingers, sucking in a breath when he felt her walls clamp down on him. He started slowly but picked up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out and using his thumb to stroke across her clit. Wendy's knuckles were white as she gripped the furs, moaning his name. Peter withdrew his fingers and brought them to his own lips. His eyes widened at how she tasted. A sweet combination of citrus and honey and something he had never experienced before. He quickly lay down between her legs and wasted no time thrusting his tongue into her. She let out a scream and grabbed at his curls and he hardened at the feel of her yanking his hair. But he would put her pleasure before his own. He gripped her hips as he pulled her into him, lapping up her very essence. His hand moved up and massaged her breast; the combination of Peter's actions brought Wendy to the most intense climax she had ever experienced. With a scream that reverberated off the wall, she was still and Peter cleaned her up before he climbed back over her and sucked at her throat. She let out a little moan.

"I can't move," she said softly. He grinned.

"You'd better move. Turn over." She had a difficult time in turning and Peter impatiently flipped her onto her stomach. He reached underneath her and grasped her breasts while he kneed her legs apart. She felt his stiff cock rub against her arse and she backed up into him, hearing him moan. She leaned back so she was practically sitting on his lap and one of Peter's hands moved down between her legs, rubbing against her sore clit. His lips moved across her neck and his hands moved faster and harder. She reached up and clutched his hair tightly, making him groan against her.

"I need you, Peter." Peter withdrew his hand from her breast and moved down to guide himself into her. His other hand remained between her legs and Wendy's eyes slammed shut as he fucked her senselessly. He pushed her onto her hands and knees and gripped her hips so he could slam into her; he heard her whimper with every thrust and his fingers pressed into her thighs. He threw his head back and grunted as he rammed into her over and over, increasing in speed and causing her to climax with every rough thrust.

"Shit Wendy. Don't ever leave me."

"I won't. I can't. OOOOO Peter, YES!" They released together and Peter collapsed on her back, feeling completely spent. Wendy turned into him and he brought his arms around her.

"Can we do this everyday?"'

"We can do this every hour. I don't think we'll ever leave this cave."

"That's quite alright with me. Those boys are completely horrid." He gave her a sorrowful look and sighed.

"I really am sorry, Wendy."

"I know you are, Peter. Perhaps we'll be able to put it behind us and start fresh."
"If you can try to do that, it would help. The other option is me killing the little assholes." Wendy laughed though she wasn't completely sure if he was serious or not.

"Of course not. We'll all be just fine. But I'll only stay with you on one condition." His brow raised as his eyes met hers.

"You can't bring anymore girls here. If you wish for me to stay here with you, I'll be your only lover." Peter stared at her for the longest time. He didn't really know what to say to that. He had never imagined himself settling down with one person, had never imagined feeling this way. He decided after a few minutes, he wouldn't mind it. Having Wendy all to himself would make up for it and if she was the only girl he'd ever have…well, he decided he'd be ok with that. He nodded and leaned down to kiss her.

"I think you're more than enough for me," he whispered against her lips before claiming another kiss. "My Wendy. Only mine."

"I'm yours and you are mine," she whispered back, nuzzling against his chest. Peter's fingers ran through her curls and he smiled, deciding he quite liked the sound of that.