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WARNING: MORE SMUT SORRY I'VE BEEN ON A SMUT ROLL BUT I PROMISE THIS STORY HAS AN ACTUAL PLOT LOL

-Chapter 20-

(Felix)

Felix moaned loudly into the steamy air of Tinkerbell's small cottage, as he continued to thrust into the blond woman below him, who was practically screaming with pleasure. The two were laying on the fairy's small cot, which creaked noisily with every passionate movement.

Tinkerbell was splayed out beneath him, her breasts gently bobbing up and down, and her mouth dropped open in ecstasy. Felix had his arms on either side of her head, propping himself up above her, and pounded into her relentlessly. The delicious sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, along with the passionate moans passing between the two blonds.

When Tinkerbell dipped her hand between them and began stroking herself furiously, Felix wasn't sure if he could hold on much longer. The sight of the beautiful woman naked below him was enough to finish him off alone, but hearing her screaming because of him was perfection. He wished he could live in this moment forever.

With a strangled moan, Tinkerbell clenched against him, and a rush of fire surged throughout Felix's body. He came soon after she had finished with her own orgasm, collapsing on top of her and sloppily kissing her neck. Her skin was hot and sweaty like his own, yet she still smelled as sweet as honey to him.

"Gods," Tinkerbell said breathily, rubbing Felix's back with her hand lazily, dragging her fingernails lightly across his flesh. He smiled against her neck as the goosebumps cropped up on his skin. He hated that he was going to have to leave her soon. Felix had managed to slip out of the camp after Peter had "gone to bed" (here he inwardly snickered), but he needed to get back soon to avoid suspicion.

"You don't think Peter knows, do you?" the fairy asked him after a few minutes of silence, as if she had read the thoughts going through his mind.

"Not as far as I know," Felix mumbled against her skin, not wanting to even think about the possibility. Peter had weird rules about things like this, and Felix didn't want to find out if he was breaking one of them. Peter was never kind to rule-breakers.

"But Peter knows everything," Tinkerbell replied anxiously in her adorable accent.

"Trust me, he's got issues of his own that he's going through right now," said Felix, and he disentangled himself from her body regretfully. He gathered his clothes that were gracelessly flung about the cottage and started to dress himself, while Tinkerbell curled on her side, and watched him curiously.

"What do you mean?" she frowned, starting to chew her fingernails.

"I'm pretty sure Peter likes Faith," Felix answered slowly, tugging on his shirt, and avoiding eye contact with her. He knew she was bound to overreact.

"What?!" Tinkerbell shrieked, startling Felix as he was trying to pull on his pants, making him fall clumsily on his side.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he fell. Tinkerbell pointedly ignored him and continued to shout at him.

"How do you know? Did he tell you?"

"He didn't have to," Felix grumbled, rising to his feet and pulled on his trousers.

"Information please!" Tinkerbell glared at him, rising to her own feet and pulling on her previously discarded nightgown.

"Well, you know, just the way he looks at her, and he asked me a while back if I had ever fallen in love," Felix replied, trying to balance on one foot as he laced up his boot on the other foot.

"He did?!" Tinkerbell inquired, raising her eyebrows. Felix would have been amused at how similar the situation seemed to old wives gossiping, but he held his tongue in case the blond woman before him would get mad and hit him (which was a very distinct possibility).

"Yeah. And today they were, well...getting intimate," he worded carefully, not exactly sure what it was he had witnessed anyway, and not wanting to relay false information.

"WHAT?!" Tink exploded, hitting him in the shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?" he exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder and glaring at her.

"Would you start being more specific, please?!" she demanded, glaring back at him with a ferocious intensity.

"Sorry, it's just...I'm not even really sure of what I saw. I mean, they were in the corner of the campsite doing...something, and then they just started making out. And it was pretty obvious afterward that whatever it was they were doing was doing it for Peter. He walked away at...y'know...full attention," Felix gave her a pointed look, and her eyes widened.

"Oh my gods! That sick bastard! Who the hell does he think he is? I'm going to give that asshole a piece of my mind!" Tinkerbell blabbered angrily. She made toward the door, but was stopped by Felix grabbing her arm.

"No, you can't!" He said while placing both hands on either of her shoulders, and looking her in the eye.

"Why the hell not?" she shrugged Felix off and rounded on him, hands on her hips, and stared daggers at him. He swallowed his apprehension and silently gave himself the courage to tell the woman something she probably wouldn't want to hear.

"First of all, it's not really any of your business," here she gave him the deadliest look, but he ignored it and continued speaking. "And second, you can't tell Peter Pan what to do, you know that."

"But he can't do this to her! She's so sweet and innocent and..." Tinkerbell trailed off, struggling for a reason to find fault with the situation.

"I think she likes him too, Tink," he responded, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"But-" Tinkerbell started to say but Felix cut her off.

"Just let it go, Tink. We need to mind our own business, and try to worry about making sure Peter doesn't know about us."

"Do you really think it would be that big of a deal if he found out, love?" Tinkerbell asked him seriously, switching gears as if their previous conversation hadn't happened, and she hadn't just been yelling at him.

"I don't want to find out," Felix replied, before kissing her gently on the nose and turning to leave.

"Wait, Felix!" she said, and he turned back to her.

"Keep an eye on Faith for me, and make sure she doesn't get hurt," Tinkerbell continued softly.

"Of course," Felix reassured her, and gave her another gentle kiss. "See you soon, beautiful," He called out before dashing into the forest, with the sweet smell of Tinkerbell still filling his nostrils.

-Peter-

Peter strode into his room, kicked off his boots and plopped onto his bed purposefully. Thoughts of Faith were swirling around in his mind, and every time he remembered her soft moans into his shoulder he felt a rush of desire explode through his body. Peter could still feel her slick skin against his fingers, heated with arousal at his skilled fingers; he could still taste the smooth skin of her neck on his tongue.

Before Peter could so much as think, his trousers were pooled around his ankles and he had himself grasped in his hand. His hardness had ached while he had watched Faith become undone beneath him, and he had longed to feel her hands around him. The friction Peter felt now from his own hand wasn't ideal, but he would have to make do.

He swiped his thumb over the tip, spreading his excitement across himself. He thought about the look of innocent arousal he had seen in Faith's eyes, and the fact that she hadn't even known what being wet meant. He was probably the first guy to ever touch her sweet, soft body, and that excited him more than he thought possible.

Peter frantically stroked himself, rubbing his thumb softly over the tip again every so often. He wondered what he would look like with Faith's hands wrapped around him; wondered how she would look laying naked before him, her legs spread open wide and her breasts bared for his eyes only. Every thought of Faith was like a shot of adrenaline to his body, and her face was the only thing floating through his mind as he began softly tugging on his balls, pleasure resonating through every nerve in his body.

Faster and faster he stroked, nearing his completion rapidly. He remembered Faith bucking her hips against his fingers, grinding every possible pleasure she could from him, and he felt his stomach tighten and a warm tingling spread through out his body. With a loud groan, he came onto his abdomen, wishing it was into Faith's mouth instead. With a click of his fingers, the substance disappeared as if it had never been there, and Peter collapsed onto his back.

Peter lay there in silence for several minutes, struggling to catch his breath. He folded one arm underneath his neck, while the other rested against his stomach. He wished Faith was here curled beside him, her warmth radiating throughout him. He wished he could smell her sweet flowery scent, and feel her smooth skin underneath his rough fingertips.

Honestly, Peter hadn't meant to take things that far with her, but when he saw Faith's positive response to his touch, he became addicted to it. Every gasp, breath, and moan overpowered every shred of willpower he contained, and Peter had been very close to taking her right there. He wouldn't have cared if everybody was watching; Peter wanted them to see. Faith was his, and he wanted the whole damn island to know. The only thing stopping him was the fact that Faith was a virgin, and he wanted her first time to be special.

Something had changed in Peter as he watched Faith writhe beneath him. Watching her become undone from his own hand had made Peter feel almost as powerful as using dark magic. To be honest, just being around Faith made him feel powerful, like he could run an entire universe (which, let's be honest, could totally happen). He felt like soaring through the clouds and running around the entire island, screaming at the top of his lungs. The way she looked at him sometimes made him feel like some sort of king, and he craved that. And if he was an all-powerful king, then she was his beautiful queen.

Peter half-halfheartedly tugged his pants back up his legs, not even bothering to buckle his belt. He could feel his eyes slowly drifting shut, and his head was nodding off against his curled arm. Peter didn't sleep very much on the damned island, but he felt so relaxed and worry-free that he couldn't even stop his eyelids from drooping shut. The last thing he saw in his mind's eye before he fell asleep was Faith's adorably innocent pale face.

~Faith~

It was pitch dark when Faith decided it was probably safe to come back to the camp. There was a new moon that night, so the sky seemed darker than usual, and there was an odd chill in the hanging in the air.

Faith disentangled herself from the large tree, snagging her shorts on the rough bark. She silently cursed herself for not wearing warmer clothing, but then she remembered that she hadn't exactly planned on being out and about at this time of night. If only she had been less self-conscious, she could've stayed in the camp and ignored the accusing stares of the Lost Boys.

Into the forest she went, wishing she had been wearing shoes, as well, as her toes squished the wet moss beneath her feet. Occasionally she slipped and fell, and the trees seemed permanently hellbent on trying to tear her clothing apart. Faith could have sworn she heard snickering and whispering in the trees around her, and she picked up the pace, frantically counting under her breath. It was eerily silent, with not even a breath of wind in the night air.

The forest was like a never-ending maze to Faith, each tree and bush looking exactly the same, and each fork in the road seeming to take her to the same place as before. Her breathing escalated rapidly as it had earlier in the night, only this time she was scared out of her mind, and starting to panic. One, two-You're being ridiculous, Faith. Three, four- There's nobody there. Five, six- It's just your imagination. SEVEN!

Faith tripped over a fallen log laying precariously on the ground, scraping her shin harshly against the rough surface. She clutched at the wound painfully, inhaling sharply at the piercing sting. Blood trickled between her fingers and down her leg, staining her pale skin red. Faith felt tears of annoyance and frustration pricking at her eyes, and she wiped them away furiously.

Why couldn't she just find her way back to the campsite where Peter was waiting for her, ready to keep her safe? Despite being intimidated by his confident bravado, Faith had the feeling he would still do anything to keep her safe from harm's way. She briefly remembered the time she had fallen asleep in his arms, and realized it had been the most safe and comfortable she had ever felt.

A quiet cackling snapped Faith from her thoughts, and she whipped her head around trying to locate the source of the noise. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest, and her skin prickled with energy. Suddenly, a young woman stepped out of the shadows of the forest.

She was a very pretty young woman, with delicate features and large blue eyes, but there was a haunting darkness hidden in their depths that scared Faith. The woman was of a slim build, yet she had soft feminine curves that Faith knew would have been the source of envy for some of the girls she went to school with. Her chin-length hair was wild and wavy, giving her the appearance of haven't having slept in several days; that, and the dark circles under her red-rimmed eyes.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here," the woman said with a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes. She spoke with the same strange accent as Peter and some of the other Lost Boys. Faith stayed silent, not trusting the hungry energy that this strange person exuded; she just continued to count and hold on to her injured leg.

"Are you this "Faith" girl I keep hearing about?" the young female asked, grinning sardonically when there was no reply. She must have taken Faith's silence as an answer, because she continued to speak as if Faith had responded. "I wonder what Peter sees in you. You seem so...ordinary. And weak."

Faith sat there stupidly, not sure what she was supposed to say. Who was this woman and how did she know Faith's name? As far as Faith was aware, she and Tinkerbell were the only females on the island. Was it possible that Peter had lied to her? The thought alone made Faith's skin crawl, and she tried to focus entirely on counting and not pathetically curling into a ball.

The woman seemed to be growing tired of Faith's silence (everyone eventually did), as she was tapping her foot impatiently while she awaited a response. When she received none, the woman clicked her fingers, and two shadows came forth from the woods, carrying something in between them. Faith gasped when she realized what it was.

A scared Lost Boy was dangling between the two dark figures, struggling uselessly. Faith had seen him around the camp a few times, but he was relatively new to the island, so she hadn't had the chance to learn his name. He was probably 13 or 14 years of age, with smooth brown hair laying against his head. He was scrawny and dirty, most likely from his time on Neverland, and his hollow brown eyes were darting about in panic.

"Faith, as you are aware, Peter has led you to believe many things about Neverland. One being that he is the most powerful being alive. And another being that he is the king of this island. Neither of those things is true," The woman spoke, pacing softly around the fallen log where Faith still sat. What the hell is she talking about? What is even going on? Faith thought confusedly, which only added to her befuddled panic.

"What is true, however, is I am going to be the new leader of Neverland. Even if I have to pry control of this island out of Peter's cold, dead hands, I will have it. You'll soon find that I crave power, Faith. I will stop at absolutely nothing to gain power. Plus, this island could do with a great queen. Do you know what a great queen does, Faith?" The woman had been slowly walking over to the young boy being held by the shadows as she spoke. Now she was standing right before him, her face shoved into the boy's quivering jaw. Faith had a feeling that she didn't want to find out what this woman thought a great queen should do. She's crazy, isn't she?

"A great queen gives her subjects a reason to fear her," the woman continued, smiling sadistically back at Faith. Yup, she's crazy. I am lost in the forests of Neverland with a crazy woman with a Napoleon complex. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? Faith's thoughts raced through her mind one after the other, followed by furious counting.

Before Faith could so much as react, a dark force of energy erupted from the young woman, staining the forest with a purple light. The woman slapped her hands onto the boy's shoulders, and the dark energy zapped into his body. When Faith realized what was happening, she put her hands up and screamed at the boy to run, but it was too late. His body jolted and convulsed, and a piercing shriek resonated off of the dark trees, chilling Faith to the very core of her soul. The boys eyes were rolling into the back of his head, and saliva dribbled down the corner of his slack mouth.

It seemed to go on forever, the boy flailing pathetically and screaming so loud, Faith was surprised nobody had heard them and come to investigate. The woman was wearing an expression of twisted satisfaction, and she seemed to be greatly enjoying the entire affair. The two shadows stood there as if nothing was happening, staring ahead impassively.

After what seemed like hours, and the boys cries had long since stopped, the energy flowing between the two abruptly stopped, and the woman removed her hands from the boys limp body. Faith's mind was whirling in emotional turmoil, and too many emotions were battling for her attention.

The woman turned around and looked Faith dead in the eye, and she wouldn't have been surprised if the young woman could see straight into her soul. Faith couldn't move, she couldn't speak, and she couldn't comprehend exactly what had just happened and how she felt about it.

"Tell Peter that Wendy Darling sends her love," the woman said after some time, before disappearing along with her two shadows in a cloud of deep violet smoke.

Faith watched in horror as the young boy's limp body dropped to the ground in slow motion. His fall seemed painfully slow, and Faith didn't want it to actually happen. She wished she could disappear, or, better yet, make him disappear, so she would never have to see his unmoving body again.

Before she could hear the sickening drop of the boy's corpse to the ground, Faith's emotions hit her like a speeding train, and she screamed so loud her vocal chords felt like they would rip in half. The last thing she saw was his body thudding against the dirty forest floor, and then everything went black.