Chapter 10: Still a Virgin?

Pan stared at her with hunger and lust and started to corner her.

"Felix is right," He looked her up and down. "I may not be resist either." He chuckled as his eyes wondered and he licked his lips.

When his eyes reached hers again, he smirked. "Actually, I don't think I will."

He pinned her against the wall much harder than Felix had, causing her to grunt in pain.

His hands started to go up her leg slowly, his face buried in her neck.

"So soft." He whispered seductively into her ear.

Lily whimpered. "Please don't do this!" She sobbed loudly.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Why ever not?" He smirked. "Is my little slut still a virgin?"

Lily's response was a teary glare.

He chuckled. "So innocent." He stroked her cheek. "I guess I'm going to have to change that."

His hand went under her skirt going inside her lacy underwear.

Lily tried to push him off, but of course Peter didn't budge. "Please!" She begged.

"Oh, beg by all means, Lily." Peter said. "It makes this much more entertaining."

"You Okay?" Emma asked as she ran over to him.

Neal nodded. "Yeah. But Henry, I-"

"We're gonna take care of him." Emma reassured him. "We just need to get you out of there first."

She started banging hard on the bamboo bars of the cage. "Wha Emma, Emma, Emma, Emma! You know that's not how this works. It's okay.

You can tell me anything." Neal stated, calming her.

Emma sighed deeply, "When I heard you might be here, and that you might still be alive, I knew I should be happy, but I wasn't." Neal frowned slightly, but let her continue. "I was terrified. I didn't understand why until now."

She stared directly into his eyes, a tear falling down her cheek. "From the moment I saw you in New York, in the instant you stepped back in my life, I knew.
I knew I'd never stopped loving you. And before I even had a chance to take a breath, I lost you once more, and all that pain that I had pushed down for all those years, it just came rushing back, and I didn't know if I could go through it again."

She took a deep breath. "I love you. I probably always will. "But my secret Is that I was hoping that this was a trick.
I was hoping you were dead Because it would be easier for me to put you behind me than to face all the pain that we went through all over again."

When he reached her most intimate spot Lily gasped for air. All she could think about was why this was even happening.

She remained silent, 'maybe he would stop?'

But he didn't, "Come on, Lily. Beg." He cupped her chin with his free hand.

Lily struggled against him as his fingers moved down her face towards her chest and began to untie her corset.

His other hand brushed against her intimate part and her breaths began to quicken. "Like that?" He asked darkly, yet somehow seductively.

She glared at him, causing him to grin as his fingers thrusted into her.

Gasping for air, Lily struggled more and more. "Please! Stop!"

Peter smirked. "Good girl." He stated, kissing her forehead.

"P-please." Lily whimpered.

His laugh was cruel, like how a bully would laugh after pushing his victim on a hard stone floor.

Lily closed her eyes tightly as his fingers left her sensitive spot.

With his now, free hand he moved her corset down her chest, groping her breasts and teasing her nipples.

She cried in pain as he tugged on them.

"Please stop!" She pleaded, gasping desperately for air

His lips pulled into a devilish smirked and bit down on her exposed flesh, sinking in his teeth.

Lily yelped and kicked him hard in the shin.

He jumped slightly, shocked that she would even attempt such a thing.

But she was still pinned between him and the wall. "You're going to pay for that, you little slut." He seethed.

No one tries to hurt him. The Lost Boys know Peter Pan can't feel pain, not physical pain anyway.

The only time Peter could ever get hurt was by magic. But he'd never die.

Those who had attempted to hurt him in the past ended up dead.

Lily would get worse, and she could feel it coming.

Her eyes were watery with the sheer pain and her breathing came out in sharp, shallow rasps.

Peter advanced on her again, only this time there was no smirk, only the daggers he glared.

She screeched loudly as he yanked her by the hair and threw her mercilessly to the other side of the room.

Lily collapsed on the wooden floor as she felt the pain as strong as one hundred knives sinking into her stomach.

Groaning and screaming with anguish, she writhed about on the floor, clutching her body.

Peter made his way over to her, but before he could say anything, Lily spoke.

"I-I'm s-sorry." She croaked, her desperate tone made her words almost inaudible.

Pan raised his eyebrows as got down to her level and took off his shirt revealing his slim but very muscular figure.

"Your sorry?" He repeated. "Lily don't you know? One of the best things in Neverland, you never apologize."

Lily gaped at him. What kind of realm was this? "Let me go." She whimpered.

Peter shook his head. "Not happening." He replied, seating himself on top of her.

Seconds later, they were chest to chest, his mouth attacking hers, biting her bottom lip.

She writhed underneath him, her heart pounding hard against her ribcage.

Peter spread her legs with his hands and reached for her lacy underwear. "No! Please! Don't do this!"

He ignored her, tearing the fabric off roughly, throwing the remains somewhere in the shadows.

Lily breathed heavily as a stray tear slid down her cheek. "Y-you don't have to do this!"

Peter's good mood returned in a heartbeat, that sly grin appearing back on his face. "Oh, I know I don't have to. But why wouldn't I?"

She glared at him. "B-because it's wrong!"