Chapter 9- Pleasure increases; Peter risks it all for Love

Peter kicked off his leather shoes. Wendy's hands pulled his pants off. Peter embraced Wendy's naked body and ran his hand through her long brown hair. Wendy's lust was beginning to overwhelm her.

She moaned as Peter kissed her. "I love you so much Peter Pan; make love to me." She said. Make love? What does that mean? Peter thought. Sensing his question, Wendy spread her legs apart, revealing her womanhood. Peter starred at her, a look of confusion on his face.

Peter felt something beginning to harden. He looked down and realized it was his manhood. His cheeks reddened as he realized what she wanted, what she craved, what her lust and sexual urges were screaming for. Slowly, he lowered his manhood over her womanhood and thrust.

Wendy's pleasure went through the roof as he entered her. She grabbed the bed-sheets with both hands, screaming his name at the contact. It was like a flame had been ignited inside of her. She moaned louder as Peter kissed her neck, moving his mouth all over her beautiful naked body.

"Wendy." Peter said as he kissed her. "Peter, I want more; give me more of you." Wendy moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as he kissed her breasts and belly. Peter thrust again. Wendy screamed again. Peter suddenly shook her, afraid that she was hurt, only for her to kiss him; it was the only response he needed.

Wendy laid her head on Peter's chest. She held his hands in her own. "I love you Peter Pan." She said. "I love you so much Wendy Darling." Peter said, kissing her.

Wendy rose from the bed 3 hours later. Sweat covered Peter's body. Both of them were virgins; but that did not explain why Wendy was not covered in sweat as well.

Wendy wrapped a towel around her and walked out of the hideout. She found a pool about half a mile south of the structure. Wendy stood at the edge of the pool, longing to bathe in the water.

She gazed at the hideout, where her lover slept. The best 7 hours of her life had just happened in that room in his arms; she would make sure it would not be the last time. Wendy stripped the towel off, the moonlight making her beautiful body shine like an angel.

Wendy dove into the water. It wasn't as cold as she thought it would be. Still, the water felt so good against her sore thighs and hardened breasts. Wendy spread her legs apart, allowing the water to flow into her womanhood. She ran water through her long brown hair and began the bathe.

Hook eyed the naked woman bathing in the pool of water. This, he assumed, was Pan's lover. If it wasn't, James would go visit the family of whomever it was, and sincerely apologize for his mistake. He had to make sure. With a flick of his wrist, a bazooka was fired.

In a flash, Peter leapt to his feet and was clothed instantly. He knew was wrong the second he'd heard the noise from the sea. He flew out of the hideout at full speed. Peter could hear Wendy, put the danger was faster. He wouldn't make it.

Peter, a rocket, and Wendy; everything at 100 miles an hour. Peter's eyes filled with tears as he realized he wasn't going to make it. He'd failed his true love. Peter mentally slapped himself in the face. "There's no way I'm letting this happen!" He thought, putting on a burst of speed.

He saved Wendy only by a matter of seconds, shoving her into the water. But he didn't have any time to save himself. The explosion shook the island. The trees were set ablaze due to the rocket's excess fire.

Wendy screamed as her head broke through the water's surface. "Peter?" She asked, climbing out of the pool. She turned around and shrieked at the top of her voice.

A mixture of blood and water covered the ground all around Peter's body, which was lying in a pool of bloody water. Wendy ran to his side. The rocket had vaporized his shirt, which had taken some of the damage. But it hadn't stopped the rocket from doing an excessive amount of damage to his chest. Wendy traced a drop of Peter's blood through her fingers and her eyes instantly filled with tears. Peter wasn't breathing nor was he giving off any sign of movement. She cradled his body on her arms, her tears soaking his back and chest.