Annabella's room

Strong winds forced there way into Annabella's bedroom causing the window to open from there once locked confinement. The sound of children's laughter filled the room and it began to smell of a summer morning.

"Cock a doo doo doodle!"

"Peter!"cried Annabella.

Adele stood behind her daughter with a firm grip upon Annabella's shoulder.

A boy covered in green leaves and vines flew into the bedroom. His eyes were a light green colour and his hair was a dirty mousy blonde. He hovered above the mother and daughter , he looked at the little girl and smiled at her as he finally spoke.

"Hi Bell"

"Have you come to take me us to Neverland Peter?" smiled Annabella.

Peter glanced at the woman behind Annabella; something about her uneased him he couldn't work out why?

Annabella looked at her mother then back at Peter "This Lady is mother Peter. If you take us with you; mother would look after. She could darn our socks, cook us food and tell stories to the lost boys."

Peter moved closer to Adele and Annabella.

"ADELE! ADELE! COME OUT OF THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW! YOU SLUT!" yelled Judge Turpin who was kicking the door.

Peter flew towards the door and said "He's not a very friendly chap is he?"

Adele finally spoke "Please ...Peter. You have to save us from that wretched man! He's forced me into this house with my daughter. It is not a happy place. It is hell please if you care about my daughter as a friend you will take my daughter away from here!" she looked at her daughter in her hands.

Annabella looked at her mother. "No Mama I will not leave you!" she looked at Peter "Please Peter!"

Peter nodded still feeling very uneasy about Annabella's mother; he took out of his pocket a small bag and threw it to the young girl.

"Bell use this fairy dust to get you and your mother safely to Neverland. Go now! I'll sort out this monster!"

Bell quickly ran towards Peter and give him a hug. She then put her hand in the bag and pulled out a large some of fairy dust which she threw over herself and her mother.

"Mama you have to think of a happy thought" Adele could not understand what was going on until she saw her daughter fly above her. "Mama think of a happy thought just one" And Adele did she thought of the day she gave birth to her daughter and the moment she saw her she loved her.

"WHO IS THAT IN THERE WITH YOU?!" once more yelled Judge Turpin.

Adele grabbed her daughters hand as she began to float herself; she then flew out of the window with her.

The Jolly Roger

Wendy awoke in a state of bliss and confusion. What had happened the night before? She looked aroung the room and very quickly remember where she was.

She was on the sea, in a ship and in a cabin; but no mere ordinary cabin. It was Hook's.

She sat upon the bed and gazed around the room. So full of wonder and awe she believed she was still dream. The bed was a four posted wooden bedframe with crimson silk tapestries flowing down. Their was multiple candle stands posted about the cabin with white candles some were lit some were not. There was a small dark oak chest at the bottom of the bed. Towards the window was a dark oak desk with a many scattered maps and several pieces of gold upon the desk. His quill was nicely perched inside it's ink pot. The room was coloured in a hue of dark crimmsons, gold and wooden pieces of furniture some of which she remembered seeing when she was young when he first introduced her to his layer, when he had offered her the postion of being the storyteller of the pirates. The room had never enticed so much into a world of darkness and seduction that all she wanted to do was stay in the duvet and smell the covers which smelt of him. That smell of dark rum, tobbaco, the sea and his own personalised cologne. She divulged into the bed and placed her thoughts with his face. Such a strong face with such entrancing blue eyes with long curly black hair that went past his large tonal muscles upon his arms. The thought of him drew to feel such ectasy within her she felt a warm panging for him and then she remember his voice his baritone voice that could seduce her even with the simplest of words. She turned her head right and saw herself in the mirror. She gazed at herself in the mirror and saw another with her reflection. The hand was over her waist and began to moved towards her thighs. That hand pushed her thighs apart and began to hover slightly above a mass of curls between her legs. She breathed slowly; as she watched this hand; she watched as a finger divulged into her moist folds. Oh what sweet bliss was this. She then saw a mouth with short black bristles encircle around her erect left nipple. She then felt another finger enter her hot core as this hand began to speed up within her. She felt her self growing near towards and unknown certainty. She was thrust begging for realise when...there was a knock at the door.

"Miss Darling are you awake yet?"

It was Hook and he was outside; but he was lying next to her she saw him the mirror hadn't she? She turned to her left and saw no one in bed with her; she realised that she his aura his cabin had placed a spell on her well that is what she believed to have happen. In truth she had become so aroused with the thought of one Captain James Hook that she experienced her own first fantasy which had led her to believe as she stared into the mirror was hook playing with her wet cunt when it was infact her self exploring of her body and engaging in her first form of masterbation. She knew only of it as a dream; a dream of bliss.

"Miss Darling?" He called on her again.

She responded soon "Yes?"

He walked into his cabin was somewhat confused or rather amused when he saw Wendy covered up in bed. He noticed her dressing gown was on the floor. He smirked.

"Ah I see your fianlly awake then? Were we a little hot in bed my dear? Or is you being naked in my bed an invitation? If so I'm always willing to accept."

She didn't know whether to lie to him or tell him about her strange dream; although with Hook being a pirate and ever so good at lying he would probably very easily know if she was hiding the truth from him.

She tempted with the idea of getting out of bed and allowing him to see her naked form; she wanted him to teach her why she was on this pinnicle form of desire. Hook sensed she was baffled by something but he also caught a small glint of passion in her eyes as she looked at him as if he were a mouse and she were the cat.

Hook stepped closer to the bed and stood at the end of the bed; she looked at him not with the innocence of small girl but with the firey nature of a woman whose sense of curiousity and lust manifested into that of a woman of passion. She couldn't go back to her sense of propriety that was a well brought up woman who believed in courting then marriage then the bed chamber.

"Why Miss Darling you seem a bit lost?"

She tillted her head then crawled on her arms and knees upon the bed which had ensnared her into this dark lustrious passion and perhaps a new found obsession with Hook.

Hook watched as this woman crawled toward him. She stopped right infront of him her medium sized breast so round gently hanging. Hook could hardly believe it Wendy Darling was literally sitting oppersite him naked. He decided to let her have her little fun it might even be fun for himself as he felt a sharp urge for her within his loins.

She pushed aside his navy clue jacket from upon his shoulders and began to under his buttons open his white shirt.

"Teach me" she said as she wrapped her arms aroung his neck and began to kiss Hook on the lips. Hook engorged himself with this woman who was before him.

"Teach you what?" as he parted his lips from hers.

"Everything...about me ...and you!"

They both engaged in another battle of kisses.

Hook picked her up; she wrapped her legs around his waist and continued kissing his lips she then moved lips towards her his neck and began gently switching between biting and kiss the strong neck of his. He slammed her into the wall of his cabin.

"Such as?" he smiled in his answer but also in the pleasure from which he was recieving from her.

"Teach me about the art of passion? Show me, Educate me!" she answered as she kissed his lips once more "there is only so much a woman can read about from books."

He carried her across to his bed and laid her there with a dark calculating grin on his face.

"You do realise that if you insist on this you will be from now be my mistress and no other man can have you!" he said as he climbed at top of her and pinned both her arms above her head with his Hook.

He knew she would accept with her eyes and mind being trapped in a cloud of lust.

"Yes!" she moaned as he kissed her lips.

"Very well but you must master the art of kissing before we process to the passion play!"

She smirked believing he was just teasing but he wasn't. Hook had saved Wendy from being corrupted by a man who just wanted her for her money. Hook didn't know why he wanted her as gentleman right now but he knew he wanted her body just like she wanted his. But he knew is he trained her or rather developed her in the art passion but not completely sully her virtue straight away as there might be more between them than just lust.

Right this has been a well over due chapter and I hope you find it sufficent for your liking this is probably the most erotic part of a story i've ever written. I do apologies for not updating soon enough you see your lady bes here works in two pubs/ taverns and i havent had a chance to get online and post a new chapter up. R & R please thank you for your undying support.

btw I was listening to the 3 following songs whilst writing this:

Rihanna and Eminem - LOve the way you lie

Buckcherry- CRazy Bitch

Def Leppard- Pour some sugar on me