Chapter 2
Trees.
More trees.
That's all this place really is. An island of trees and monsters. Especially monsters or more accurately called the shadows. They are everywhere on this island, the only one they don't swarm is Ashura, the true king. Peter Pan a boy in every sense of the word couldn't get that scene out of his head. Ashura pounding his meat into that pirate's ass, wishing desperately that his king would do him the honour of slamming his big juicy cock up Pan's sweet ass. That's all he truly wanted; to be filled to the brim with his sticky substance running down his legs while he pants and whines for Ashura to let him cum.
Peter shakes his head of the fantasy and moans desperately feeling his dick harden in his trousers. Pan continues flying through the trees, keeping his eyes open for any shadowy figures, when suddenly, a long shadowy tentacle reaches towards Peters ankle; grabs on and yanks the body out of the air into the tall billowy trees.
The boy crashes through the tall and imposing ferns, finally falling onto the hard dirt covered ground, crying out in pain. Pan glances up at the figure blocking his way, noticing that the figure was clad in Shadows, or more accurately that it was Shadow. Ashura's shadow to be exact, the great Shadow King of Never. "I heard you've been thinking about my immortal counterpart, Peter. You know how much I hate him and yet you want to bed him." Shadow Ashura growled out, forming himself into human flesh. Grey dead eyes stare at him for what seems like an eternity, the once tan skin of Ashura now turned pale, lips turned down in a snarl.
The shadow bends down over the boy, leaning his face close to Peters and licks the shell of his ear. "I want you, Peter Pan. All of you." He growls ferociously, crashing his mouth onto Peters in a heated kiss. Trailing his pale shadowy fingers over the boy's gorgeous frame, gliding his tongue against Peter's sultry plump lips begging for entrance. When out of nowhere Pan pushes the shadow king off him; breathing heavily.
He stands up and brushes the dirt off his clothes, the Shadow King is suddenly right in front of him, nose to nose, tasting each other's air. "Why me, huh? Why do you want me? I love him." Pan asks suddenly seizing up when shadow Ashura wraps his lithe fingers around the auburn-haired boy's neck, squeezing just slightly in warning. "I want to make a deal!" Peter grounds out in-between clenched teeth. "I need a way to kill the pirate captain Killian Jones, will you give me that if I give you my body in return?" Peter questions the Shadow, turning his eyes to glare icily at the pale body in front of him.
Shadow Ashura stared at the boy in front of him with interest, smiling a sinister smile, his grey eyes glittering with unrestrained lust and mischief. "I want you, Peter because you are beautiful and sinister in all the right ways. My name is Charles Martel and you will call me that from now on, understand?" Charles questions the boy, the shadows dancing around his body in delight. "I guess I will succumb to your deal if you do me the honour of giving me your body now." Charles said leaning into Peter's personal space, wrapping his pale long arms around his waist pulling him closer, so close that their groins rubbed up against each other through their pants.
Peter moaned breathlessly into Charles' open mouth, gasping at the friction from the other boy's clothed erection. Peter wasn't sure in his heart if he truly wanted this, but he also knew in his head and dick that this was something he's been wanting for a while. It might not be the real Ashura, but it will have to do just so he could get the blade that will successfully kill Killian Jones. Peter wraps his arms around the figures neck and brings him closer, crashing their lips together in a bruising kiss, licking inside Charles' mouth and languidly gliding his tongue over the other boy's teeth and tongue.
Hands found each other in a dance of sexual tension and frustration. A groan made its way out of Peter's throat when a hand grazed over his now exposed nipple. Clothes falling towards the ground in tatters, scattered haphazardly around them. Charles lets out his shadow tentacles slowly gliding one towards Peter's ass, rubbing along the smooth expanse of skin before inserting the digit into his hole. The long moan that follows Charles' ministrations sends a shiver down the shadow king's pale spine. The auburn-haired boy arches his back wanting more of this boy's sinful touch.
Peter roams his hands over Charles' bony shoulder not at all like Ashura's broad but skinny ones, then down his back and over his taut ass. Kneading his fingers into the tight muscles of the black-haired man's butt. "Aahh Ashura please." Peter gasps out, not realizing that he had said Ashura's name. The grin that Charles gives Peter has him tilting his head back and groaning out Charles' name in utter pleasure.
"What is it that I can do for you, my love?" Charles whispers seductively in Peter's ear. Slowly trailing his teeth down to the boy's collarbone, nibbling the skin sensually before biting down hard to the point of drawing blood. Peter screams his name in ecstasy, he grins once more at hearing his love scream his name.
Peter finally comes back down from heaven to say, "Please, Charles, Fuck me. Use me like the slut I am. Fuck my dirty slutty mouth until you come and then slam your big juicy meat deep inside my cavernous walls." Charles moans at the dirty words coming out of his sluts' mouth, forcing Peter onto his knees and adjusting his cock in front of Peter's awaiting mouth. The lean auburn-haired boy opens his mouth, slowly gliding his moist tongue over his long shaft, forcing a low groan out of his mouth.
Peter continues his measured tortuous activities before Charles becomes impatient with the boy and slams his rigid shaft deep inside Peter's open cavity, gliding his dick back out of his mouth before repeating the process. Peter runs his tongue over the engorged rod as it slams in and out of his throat. He swallows around Martel's enlarged member, moaning desperately when the shadow king grabs a fistful of his hair and fucks his face harder. I can't breathe but it feels so good! Peter thinks letting a muffled scream slip past his lips, sending pleasurable vibrations through his hard member. Charles pulls out, shooting his seed all over Pan's breathtakingly plump lips, leaning down to lick up his seed.
Peter deciding, he wants more, wraps his arms around Martel's shoulders, playing with the strands of hair the base of his neck, kissing him, before he lets out a scrumptious whine turned moan, "Please, Charles…. I-I need you inside of me, now!" He whimpers, rutting his lower region up against the Shadow King.
Martel chuckles at Peters antics, turning him over onto his hands and knees, plump ass hanging in the chilly air for him to poke and prod with his mighty sword. He aligns his dick up with Peter's hole and pushes in slowly. The feeling of skin widening around something so big, superior and girthier than his shadowy appendages has Peter arching his back and shoving his ass onto the shadow ruler's meat. Shadowy appendages slide along the boy's skin, one wrapping around his already engorged erection, pumping it languidly. Another two move up his body towards the boy's saccharine nubs, rubbing and pinching his nipples. While he grips the boy's auburn hair in his pastel fingers, jerking Peter's head back and kissing him hard on the lips.
Moving his hips, banging his erection into Peter's tight derrière, eliciting a lurid whine out of the boy's vocal cords. The feeling of ecstasy traveling along his spine, electricity flowing through his veins at the pelvis pounding into his tight cavern hitting just the right spot deep inside that makes him grasp stars.
"A-ahh I-I'm gonna cu-um Ch-Charles." Peter whines, thrusting back into the alarming pace that Martel has set. Pulling his tentacles back into the shadows, he flips the boy onto his back, thrusting his engorged meat deep into the auburn-heads tight clenching cavern. The euphoric sensations surrounding his dick as Peter clenches harder, tighter around him, moaning every time Charles hits that spot deep inside. Ice and fire licking up his veins into his bloodstream, straight through to his erection, pale ghostly hands wrapped around, pumping it.
Charles groans out, "Cum for me, my cute little Pan." Still pumping the boys dick and thrusting into his ass as he feels the boy clench his ass harder around his cock, moaning unintelligibly Peter finally releases his load all over his chest, panting and gasping for air. Following right after Peter's intense orgasm Charles releases his inside of Peters still shaking form, firmly removing his flaccid penis from the boy ass; Charles stands, waves his hands in a little twisty motion to thoroughly cleanse himself and Peter of the dirt and grime. "Stand boy, I shall give you what you so desire."
