Tiger’s hands had been resting on her hips and he dug his fingers into her flesh as she grinded against him teasingly. He couldn’t take much more of this bittersweet torture. “Jasmine, please…”

Jasmine leaned over to kiss Tiger again, and when she pulled back and looked down at him, her eyes were hooded with lust, and her pupils were blown with desire. She nibbled on her bottom lip sensually and Tiger shuddered at the sexy sight.

“I can’t wait to have this inside of me, Tiger,” Jasmine purred.

Tiger gulped. “If you’re sure that’s what you want. We could always wait until you’re ready…”

Jasmine blinked down at Tiger in surprise, thrown by his suddenly gentlemanly behavior. She threw her head back and cackled. “My, such a gentleman! I thought savages were supposed to be savage? I need you, Tiger.” Jasmine raised herself up, gripped Tiger’s erection in her right hand, and guided his cock to her entrance.

They both gasped as the head of his cock slipped inside of her. Jasmine then placed her hand on Tiger’s chest before slowly beginning to sink down on his length, taking more of him inside of her, inch by inch. She gasped at the heady sensation of being stretched and filled so fully.

Tiger shuddered as her tight pussy enveloped his cock. It felt so damned good. He dug his fingers into her hips as he tried to restrain himself; to hold himself still when all his body wanted to do was to thrust up into that welcoming heat, again and again - fast and hard.

Jasmine felt Tiger hit a barrier inside of her - her virginity - she realized, and smiled wickedly before impaling herself the rest of the way down on Tiger’s cock in a purposeful manner. She cried out at the mix of pain and pleasure that assaulted her senses.

A masculine grunt slipped past Tiger’s lips when he was suddenly balls deep inside of her.

Saying goodbye to her virginity was incredibly liberating for Jasmine. Now she was no longer of any ‘use’ to Tezcatlipoca. Take that, you bastard god. She thought viciously to herself. She’d freed herself from him in an act of sweet defiance. She felt like she could feel invisible shackles that had been caging her start to break and fall away from her. I’m free.

Jasmine leaned over Tiger with her head hanging down as she panted for breath and tried to get used to the feeling of being completely claimed. “Just…give me a moment.” So many new emotions and feelings were swirling inside of her. It was a little overwhelming.

Tiger reached up and stroked her back soothingly. “You need to breathe, Jasmine.”

At his words Jasmine realized that her breathing had become irregular and started to try to breath more slowly. She looked up at Tiger, and their eyes met. She smiled at him.

Tiger.

Jasmine could hardly believe he’d allowed this to happen between them. She had desired him from the first moment she’d laid eyes on the strong, prideful Indian prince, who was also so brave and heroic. So unlike herself - sly and villainous.

She’d felt like a moth attracted to the flame. And just like the moth that would inevitably be consumed by the flames, she felt as though she was about to be consumed by her own burning desire for this man.

Jasmine forced herself to relax and then started to move over him.

Tiger groaned as Jasmine started to ride him. He kept his dark eyes pinned to her not wanting to miss a single second. She looked so beautiful, powerful, and sexy like this as she took control of his body and controlled their pleasure.

Jasmine wanted to savor the sensation of being ‘one’ with Tiger, and so took it slow at first. But warmth began to pool in the pit of her stomach, and she started to move a little faster. She rubbed at her nipples a little desperately and sighed in bliss. She was close.

However, at that moment, the door opened and Mrs. Bree waltzed inside the cabin carrying a plate of cookies, completely oblivious to what was happening on the bed, and humming a little Irish tune to herself as she made her way over to the table. She set the plate of cookies down and finally turned to face the bed. “I brought the cookies for- oh! Oh my, you’re…you must be feeling better then, Captain?” A wry smile curled her lips as she took in the sight of Jasmine straddling a very naked Indian prince.

Jasmine smirked at her bosun, and continued to ride Tiger unabashedly. “Yes. I feel…very good actually.”

“I wonder if what they say about savages is true-” Bree was saying slyly.

Tiger flushed, and groaned in embarrassment. “Give us some privacy, woman!”

“Oh, alright.” There was a twinkle in Bree’s blue eyes as her gaze lingered for a moment on Tiger’s muscular chest. “I’m going, I’m going. Don’t forget to touch her cli-”

“Mrs. Bree!” Tiger shouted loudly. The last thing he wanted was for Mrs. Bree to give him tips on sex.

“Sorry, sonny boy.” Bree was looking mildly apologetic. “It’s just men always forget, and there’s really no point in having sex if they don’t, you know?” Bree waggled her eyebrows at the Indian prince. When he continued to glare at her, Bree shrugged carelessly. “Just saying.”

“Get out!” Tiger snarled.

“Alright, I’m going. Geesh,” Bree grumbled, but her voice was tinged with mirth. “Have fun you two!” The bosun left and shut the door behind her.

Tiger let out an irritated huff. “Did Mrs. Bree just try to give me sex advice?”

Jasmine smiled in bemusement. “I think so. But she may have a point.” Her smile turned positively wicked.

“Oh, Great Spirit,” Tiger sighed with a roll of his eyes before reaching out and thumbing her clit. Jasmine cried out, shuddered, and tightened around him. Tiger’s exasperated expression turned smug. “Maybe the old lady has a point.”

It didn’t take long before Jasmine was coming against Tiger and shouting out his name: “Tiger!”

The feeling of her clenching around him sent Tiger over the edge next and he came inside of her. “Jasmine!”

Jasmine felt his hot seed spilling deep inside of her, and trembled. She collapsed on top of Tiger, utterly spent. Jasmine lay her cheek against his muscular chest, and let out a contented sigh. “That was wonderful.”

“I’m glad you liked it. I might be able to do it again in a few more minutes,” Tiger joked.

Jasmine smacked his chest in a playful fashion in response. “Savage.”

 ***

Petra, the unconscious Eirwen, Joan, Michelle and Tinker were seated on an enormous saddle that Tinker had made out of twigs and vines and a pinch of fairy magic, and which was strapped down to the back of the Never-dragon that Petra had somehow managed to befriend.

Michelle and Joan couldn’t help the excited little squeals that slipped past their lips as the dragon flew towards the Fairy Kingdom at top speed. It was faster than any roller coaster they’d ever been on.

As the dragon flew over the Fairy Forest, the forest became noticeably lusher. The canopies of the trees were fuller, and the colors of the plants were more vibrant. There was also an abundance of sweet-smelling flowers in all the colors of the rainbow. The flowers were able to talk, and others glowed or sparkled. Some of the flowers were singing and dancing with a swaying side-to-side motion.

The animals that lived in the Fairy Forest were also noticeably friendlier. The squirrels, snakes, turtles, hedgehogs, rabbits and deer were all walking around out in the open and frolicking together. The Fairy Forest was a protected sanctuary for these peaceful animals, and there were no predators there.

Dandelion seeds were floating through the air lazily on a hot summer breeze. Joan and Michelle ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ as they gazed down upon the mystical flowers and otherworldly animals that could only be found in the Fairy Forest.

When Michelle spotted a small herd of pink unicorns with white manes and golden horns drinking at the edge of a tranquil pool, her eyes sparkled, and she squealed in delight. “Eeee! Look down there! Unicorns!”

“Unicorns. How fascinating,” Joan said.

Michelle turned wide puppy dog eyes towards her sister. “Sis, can I have one? Please?”

Joan laughed when Michelle’s eyes seemed to grow even wider. She could never resist her sister’s puppy dog eyes and neither could her brother. “We’ll have to ask Eirwen about that when he wakes up,” Joan replied noncommittally.

Michelle was bouncing up and down on the saddle excitedly, and didn’t seem to be too worried by this prospect. “Okay,” she agreed easily.

Joan looked down at the majestic creatures, and pushed her glasses up her nose smartly. “According to the books I’ve read, unicorns are known for being such pure creatures that they can only be captured by a virgin. Their horns are known for having magical and medicinal properties. It is said that the horn of the unicorn can purify contaminated water and heal various incurable diseases.”

Tinker was impressed by Joan’s knowledge of creatures that in her realm were only legends. “You know a lot about unicorns for a human. I’m impressed.” He threw her a playful wink.

Joan beamed at him. “I read a lot. Is the forest always so beautiful?”

“Here, in the Fairy Forest, it is always summer-” Tinker was saying knowledgably when he was interrupted by a sudden exclamation from Michelle.

“Look over there! Fall!” Michelle pointed to the canopies of some trees beneath them.

Tinker frowned as he looked down at the canopies of orange, red, and yellow leaves.

Fall.

Fall shouldn’t exist in the Fairy Kingdom. “This has never happened before.” His frown deepened. “Take us down, Dragon. I want to take a closer look.”

The dragon obediently swooped down into the forest, so that they were now beneath the canopies of the trees. With a feeling of unease, everyone watched the falling fall leaves as they drifted towards the ground. This area of the forest was dark and colder. Also, on the ground among the fallen leaves were dead butterflies.

Michelle spotted the butterflies and gasped. “Are those butterflies dead?” Her lower lip started to tremble.

“When the warmth of the sun deserts them…they die,” Tinker said grimly. “If this continues and we have winter in the Fairy Kingdom many plants and animals will die because they’ve never experienced winter before and won’t know how to survive through it.”

“It’s the Neverland Clock,” Petra breathed in horror. “Time has started to move in the Fairy Kingdom now. We must defeat Tezcatlipoca, and get the clock back as soon as possible before this entire forest and all the creatures that live in it die.”

A heavy silence descended upon them at Petra’s ominous words, and they remained silent as they exited the edge of the forest, and entered an enormous clearing - the heart of the Fairy Kingdom where the fairies lived at one with nature. On either side of a winding stream were dwellings made out of large, spotted mushrooms that came in a wide variety of colors. The mushrooms were about the size of a watermelon, and happened to be the perfect size for the fairies to make their dwellings out of them.

Tethered in front of the mushroom houses were bunny rabbits and birds wearing saddles and harnesses. “Fairies ride birds and rabbits, Tink? What’s the point when fairies can just fly everywhere?” Joan asked with a speculative look on her face.

“Our wings would grow very tired and our magic would be drained if we flew everywhere,” Tinker explained. “Our innate magic produces pixie dust constantly, but our magic isn’t unlimited. It can be used up, and then it takes time to replenish itself. And that usually takes a lot of food and rest.”

At the edge of the fairy village stood an impressive castle made out of a gigantic mushroom that dwarfed all the others, and with smaller mushrooms connected to the main building that acted as turrets.

The dragon landed on the outskirts of the fairy village so that it wouldn’t squash the fairy homes under its large feet.

Everyone dismounted from the dragon and Tinker sprinkled some pixie dust onto the stretcher that Eirwen was currently lying on so that it would be easier to take him with them. With the stretcher now floating, Petra was able to pull it along behind her as the group headed for the royal palace.

The fairies that had been obliviously going about their daily routines stopped to gawk and stare as the strange group of traveling companions passed by their homes. They were mystified to see humans inside of the Fairy Kingdom since it was expressly forbidden to bring humans into their midst.

When the fairies spotted Tinker, their eyes widened even more at the unexpected sight of their exiled prince. Some of the fairies looked upon Tinker with awe and respect shinning in their eyes, but others looked upon him with hatred and disgust.

“Look! It’s the prince!” “Prince Tinker has returned!” Some of the fairies exclaimed excitedly.

“It’s the fallen prince. Boo!” another fairy sneered cruelly.

Tinker raised his chin defiantly as they continued their way. Joan gave Tinker a curious look. Tinker is a fallen prince?

Just before they were about to reach the royal palace a swarm of fairies dressed in armor and wielding weapons flew out of the mushroom palace from the balconies, and surrounded Tinker and the others in a swarm.

Joan and Michelle would have been worried about having swords and spears pointed their way threateningly - if it hadn’t been for the fact that the fairies’ swords were only three inches long!

Michelle noticed that the guards were wearing acorns as helmets and giggled. “So cute.”

“Humans, you dare to enter the Fairy Kingdom!” Vartan, the captain of the guard, exclaimed with his lip curled back in a snarl. “How did you even find this place?”

“I brought them here,” Tinker exclaimed loudly as he flew forward to hover in front of the others. “It is I, Prince Tinker.”

A muscle beneath Vartan’s eye ticked in obvious irritation. “Prince Tinker, you would dare to break the rules and bring humans into the Fairy Kingdom again? Especially, after what happened the last time! You obviously didn’t learn your lesson. I knew that you should have received a harsher punishment than exile. Associating with humans will only ever bring about chaos and destruction to our kind!”

“This time is different.” Tinker stood his ground and waved his hand in the direction of the stretcher. “I have with me the destined King of Neverland, Eirwen Darling, who pulled the sword Excalibur from the stone! He is the Chosen One!” A saucy smile curled the fairy’s lips and his eyes twinkled. “Now, now, don’t thank me all at once for bringing him here.”

“Excalibur?” Vartan’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Where is the sword?”

Tinker grimaced. “Unfortunately, the sword was stolen from us by Captain Hook. And she stabbed Eirwen. He’s dying. I need my mother to heal him!”

Excited whispers rose up from the swarm of fairy guards: “The would-be King of Neverland.” “The Chosen One.” “Excalibur.” “A knight.”

“Why should we believe you, Mischief Maker?” Vartan sneered, flying up a little more so that he could look down his nose at Tinker in a haughty fashion.