A/N: I am so awfully sorry I haven't updated this in a while. When I got back here and saw the review count my mind was blown away. Thank you guys for all the support and I'll try and update quicker from now on. I really love hearing feedback from you guys, good or bad.
Warning: Mature content in chapter.
"I'm home, my little bird," Pan walked in then collapsed on his bed.
He laid there staring at her for a moment, which made her cross her arms as she remembered the sheerness of her top and look waywardly around the room. He then sat up and motioned for Wendy to sit in front of him on the bed by snapping his fingers at her then pointing on the spot. Wendy made her way toward the bed then sat down on folded legs.
"You were supposed to get waxed and go shopping today with Seline, did you?"
Wendy looked down and nodded earnestly. In less than a beat Pan shoved his hand into her microshorts and felt up her now bare crotch. Wendy flushed at his brashness and froze to keep from prolonging his ministrations.
"Isn't there supposed to be an ointment that comes with this?" Wendy nodded, "Well where is it? And can you speak? You're not mute."
Wendy forced out a small "sorry," then got up to get the ointment from her dresser.
"Give it here," Wendy sat back down in front of him and gave it to him. "Lie down."
Wendy gulped and laid down on her back. Pan sat in front of her and pulled her shorts off. Wendy winced and resisted the urge to close her legs together. She knew Pan would just get angry and have her open them again. He squeezed a dime-sized amount on his palm than began applying it on her legs in long gentle but firm strokes. Once done with her legs he reapplied the ointment on his hand then began with the top of her mons. Once applied evenly he slowly made his way down to her folds, pressing them together lightly then pushing out towards her inner thigh. Wendy's breath hitched as he repeated this several times, she felt a small surge of pleasure at each press and stroke.
Pan then leaned forward, balancing his weight with one hand on the bed beside Wendy, and fervently kissed Wendy. His other hand remained on Wendy's folds. He slipped his middle finger in lightly to find the sensitive nub then rubbed it lightly with his digits. Wendy moaned as she enjoyed the simultaneous sensations and placed her hands on his shoulders. Pan's vigorous ministrations have caused her folds to be slick, which signaled him to remove his pants. Without breaking the kiss, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his already erect member. He coated the head with the ointment that remained on his hand and replaced his fingers on Wendy's button with it.
Within minutes, Wendy's folds began to seep wet. Pan took this opportunity to slide himself in. Wendy's loud cry was muffled by Pan's kisses, the initial pain was still a somewhat new feeling to her and she had yet to tolerate it. Nevertheless this didn't stop Pan. His strokes only grew faster and smoother over time.
Pan finally pulled away from the kiss as Wendy neared her climax. Her cries became louder and her breath began to hitch. Right before her sweet release, Pan pulled away, which made Wendy groan. He chuckled then forced her on her knees. Giving her little to not time to recompose, Pan entered her once more in one fluid thrust, which caused her to cry out once more. Her cries only served to make Pan quicken his pace and intensify his force. Within minutes, Wendy's walls clamped around Pan and surges of white hot pleasure overtook her body. A few strokes after, Pan followed and spilled himself inside her.
He pulled himself out of her then collapsed on his bed, "Go make me a sandwich, then bring it up here with some water."
Despite her clear exhaustion, Wendy put her clothes back on and made her way downstairs. In the kitchen, separated only by a wall with a large doorway from the dining room, she could see the rest of the house members dining already. They all gave her looks as she began opening the cupboards and searching the refrigerator for items.
"What are you doing?" Seline demanded in a voice audible to the individuals in the dining room.
Wendy turned around and answered meekly, "Pan told me to make him a sandwich, so I-I was looking for stuff and..."
"Alright, just," not expecting a valid reason, Seline was caught in her words, but knew everyone had eyes on her, "well just don't mess everything up." She ended with a huff and made her way back to the dining room.
Wendy put together a simple chicken sandwich: the cuts came from extra servings of the chicken just freshly cooked, layered with a few greens, and shredded mozzarella. As the sandwich heated up in the oven, she popped a chicken piece into her mouth. of water for it might have been her only source of nutrition for the night. Afterwards, she filled a glass of water, chugged it down, then refilled it for Pan. She made sure to wipe off the lip stain with a towel on the counter and hoped Pan wouldn't notice. She hadn't the time to clean it all over again, because she knew he would eventually get impatient. She then placed the sandwich and water on a tray and carefully brought it back up in Pan's room.
Pan was filling up some papers when she stepped in. He eyed her for a moment then the sandwhich, "place it on the bedside table and you can rest in your cage."
Wendy concealed a frown by bowing her head down in obligation and placed the tray discreetly on table. She then slowly made her way into the cage and curled up in a ball facing the wall away from Pan. After a few seconds, she felt the comfort of smooth fabric and soft cushioning. She turned to find Pan placing a satin pillow and small blanket in her cage, then proceeded to lock it. Wendy managed a small thank you then placed herself in the most comfortable position possible.
The lights were closed soon after and Wendy slipped into a dreamless sleep.