Sorry this chapter took so long to update! Until the 30th, I have VERY limited internet. I'll try to update again this week if I can!
Warning about the smut in this chapter- there is some rather rough sex, and some play with blood and pain. Not too severe, but just warning you guys, I know these are things that can trigger. I hope you enjoy!
If our coupling had been rough before, it was as gentle as rose petals to what I was feeling now.
His anger and his desire were one in the same, the flames grew and smoldered in his eyes as his lips claimed my own, breathing ragged. His teeth were his weapon upon my skin, biting and scraping, making me cry out in pain. It was not fully unpleasant- the way my bruises throbbed as he pressed his lips against them. His teeth grazed my nipple, making me gasp sharply and arch my back. He did not show mercy upon me, nor did I ask for it. His hands pulled me by the hair to him, up to his face so his lips could hungrily move against my own. Flames, fire, again, coursing through my veins. I would not disobey his orders, when he told me to lay back and spread my legs. I waited for his face to appear above my own, to be filled by him. I was shocked when his mouth invaded my womanhood, tongue circling that precious bundle of nerves, sliding in and out of my wetness. He brought me so close to that pulsing ecstasy that would burst across my entire body, but he pulled away when my fingers moved to grasp his hair. I whimpered in need at his cruelty. His tongue slid to trace the cut he had made so recently, teeth exposed and reopening the cuts. I cursed at the pain, and he left it, my blood dripping from the open wound. He pressed his fingers against my trembling quim, and I pushed against them, so wet that they slid deeply into me. I moaned eagerly, but he ripped them from me before I could get close.
"Beg, Priya. You are mine, remember that."
"I know, Peter, please...please. I'm so close," I cried.
His thrust was unexpected, nearly bringing me over the edge. I could feel again, every time he shoved himself in and out of me. I had no basis for comparison, but he was large, going in deep and strong. I was close again, just another few thrusts...he stopped again, and I let out a groan of frustration and need. He smirked at me, his face victorious and hungry at my state of need. He knew and I knew that he need only ask and I would do as he said, just for that beautiful release. I could feel myself silently pleading with my expressions for him to give me just that.
"Turn around, on your hands and knees," he ordered. I did not quite understand, but I obliged.
His hands grasped my hips and then- oh!
He was plunging in and out of me ever so much deeper than before. I trembled at each thrust, so deep that I could not think or hear my cries as he filled me to the hilt. My arms gave out and I collapsed, my head in the grasses covered by my arms, my hair pouring over and each movement bringing me so close...
I came apart, my whole body shaking and shuddering with the force of the pure golden euphoria that ripped through me. I could not think, even as Peter's hands pressed into my thighs, pressing deep into the soft skin, even as he bent over me to bruise my neck with his teeth. He thrust again, his hardness roughly tantalising my sensitive walls. I could feel myself growing close again, when he plunged faster into me, deeper, his fingers left my hip and grabbed my hair, pulling me up from the forest floor. He bit into my neck and I let out a whine of need.
"You're mine," he snarled, pulling me closer to him by my hair. That was more than enough for me, and I could feel my second wave of pleasure coming close.
"Yes!" I moaned as he suckled my ear, his hand moving to grasp my nipple, teasing it into a stiff peak and kneading my breast. The combined pleasures brought the flooding elation back in shimmering waves, my mouth hanging open in a silent cry. I fell back down to the ground, my head buried in my arms as I whispered little moans of approval at every thrust. He growled as I groaned his name when he dug his fingers into my hips once more. His pounding grew faster, deeper, and with a grunt I felt him spill into me, warmth filling my belly. He pulled out and I fell, collapsed onto the grasses, the warm liquid trickling from my spent womanhood. My breath came in small gasps as I struggled to turn to look at him. He sat back, a smug grin plastered across his face, and I let out a breathy laugh. He bent over me, his hand trailing the bloody initial on my hip.
"If any of the boys touch you without my permission," he said, looking down at me, "kill them."
I could only wonder if he did feel something for me...he had told me I was his, and I was. He was protective of me. I did not think he could love...but what a grand thing it would be if he did. I nodded weakly in understanding of his order.
He did not leave me. I was exhausted, and I was drained. I could not move yet, and he would not leave me to the beasts of the island. For that I was grateful. He took a cloth from his pants as he put them back on, and wiped me clean of blood and seed. I could only watch as he did it- methodically, he did not linger. I could feel the pulsing of blood to my bruises, but I did not complain. I was in a state of near delirium while watching his face. I was so tired, as I had been before. I only wished he would lay next to me and hold me for a while, but he did not. He sat and watched me as I began to fall asleep.
I awoke alone, though I was dressed. I sat up, pulling my dress up to look at the initial the boy had carved into me. It was cleaned, a crude "P" that had begun to scab. I was surprised by that...there had been so much blood.
At the thought of blood, I had to wonder. I had not bled in weeks. How long had I been here? Three months? Four? Of course, in Neverland, time is different, I would not have blood here...
That was a lie. In the first month I had bled and endured the embarassment of asking Peter for cloths to avoid blood trickling down my legs. He'd laughed with the boys about it.
Yet I had not bled in ages. I shook my head, it was not possible. Not possible at all. This was Neverland...I could not.
My hand drifted to my stomach as I stared at it in fear. There was no physical sign of swelling...and yet...
I bit down on my lip to hold back a cry of terror that threatened to break through my lips.
"I am not," I murmured.
"Oh, yes you are."
I turned, too frightened to even scream, at the unfamiliar voice. It shook with a deep laughter. The figure before me was a shadow, black, and it's eyes glowed yellow. I swallowed my scream once more.
"You are with child," the shadow hissed, "and Pan does not know."
"How do you...?"
"I know things, girl. Like you, that child does not belong. None of you do. Neverland is a place for children to visit in their dreams, not for them to remain. And Pan knows that- he will kill your child to save himself."
"If...if I told him about the child though..."
"Oh," it seemed to ponder, "that is a thought. It is to be the Heart of the Truest Believer, though. You could maybe keep him from killing the child...if you told him how you really felt."
"I...I could not," I murmured, "he would lock me away."
"Have you ever thought that he may feel the same for you?"
I shook my head in surprise. This shadow seemed to know everything...could he be right? A picture of me and Peter, and a baby girl in my arms, happy in Neverland, forever...
"Tell him how you feel first, girl. Then tell him of the child."
"You think it will work?"
"It will bring Neverland back to what it should be," the shadow chuckled. It disappeared into the trees, and I was alone once more.
Who knows what the Shadow's plans are? I wouldn't trust a talking shadow! Thank you all for your support- and more is coming!