“Because that human that is lying there bleeding to death is Neverland’s only hope,” Tinker said through gritted teeth. It was still hard for him to admit this. “I saw him pull the sword from the stone. I didn’t think he was the destined knight until that moment, and then I too believed. He is Neverland’s King. He will save Neverland, and the Fairy Kingdom!”

An exuberant cheer rose up from the swarm of fairy guards and they began to fist pump the air in celebration. Vartan shot them all an irritated look. “Such nonsense-” The guard captain was saying when he was interrupted by an authoritarian sounding female voice.

“Tinker, is it true? That human is Neverland’s would-be King?”

All eyes turned in the direction that the voice had come from. Emerging from the mushroom palace was the Queen of the Fairies and Tinker’s mother, Mab.

Joan could see the resemblance easily. Mab had long orange hair, and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a blue gown and her wings resembled a butterfly’s. “She’s beautiful,” Joan breathed in awe.

“So pretty!” Michelle said as she clapped her hands.

Tinker’s eyes snapped to his mother and his expression softened. “Mother.” His voice was tinged with longing.

Queen Mab flew over and hovered directly in front of her son. She reached out and caressed his cheek. “Tinker, welcome home, my son.” Her voice was thick with emotion and unshed tears were shimmering in her blue eyes.

Tinker eagerly pressed his cheek against her hand. He was starved for her affection and acceptance, which he had been deprived of for hundreds of years. “Mother, I…I’m so sorry-”

“I know,” Mab interrupted him. “And I knew you would return when our Kingdom had need of you. Now, let me see this knight you have brought us.” The Fairy Queen flew over to Eirwen and began to inspect his wound.

Petra was wringing her hands together worriedly as she watched, but couldn’t remain silent any longer, “Can you save him?”

A thoughtful frown formed on Mab’s face. “I shall try.” She placed her tiny hands on top of Eirwen’s wound and began to summon her magical power. Mab’s body began to glow brightly with a golden light until the glow became blinding.

Mab poured her magic into Eirwen and concentrated on closing his wound. Eirwen’s wound began to glow and then heal right before their eyes.

Petra let out a sigh of relief. Joan and Michelle also looked relieved as they watched their brother’s wound begin to close.

When Queen Mab pulled her hands away from the wound it had been healed completely, and she stopped glowing. But there was still a slight frown marring her beautiful face. “I have healed his wound. However, he is still dying.” The fairy queen offered Petra an apologetic look.

“What? Why?” Petra demanded.

“This young man has lost the will to live.” Mab’s soft voice was laced with pity and sorrow. “He wants to die. To be at peace.”

“Eirwen wants to die?” Joan asked in a horrified tone.

“Poor brother.” Michelle sniffled sadly before she broke into tears and started to sob loudly.

“There must be something we can do,” Petra said firmly while giving the Fairy Queen an expectant look. “Tell me. Whatever I must do to save Eirwen Darling - I will do it!” There was a steely, determined look in Petra’s eyes.

A flash of bewilderment crossed Queen Mab’s blue gaze before her expression turned hopeful. “You…love him, don’t you?”

Petra blushed and began to fidget with her hands. “Yes. I do.”

Mab let out a thoughtful hum, and then smiled slightly. “Perhaps there is a way you can save him by using ancient magic…known as ‘love magic’.”

All the blood drained from Tinker’s face at his mother’s suggestion, and he looked aghast.

“Love magic?” Petra questioned innocently with a slight tilt of her head.

Queen Mab glanced at the two young girls, and decided to be a little vague in her explanation about what love magic would entail exactly. “You will have to unite your body with his, and become one-”

Petra’s blush intensified as she started to understand what Queen Mab was hinting at. In order for the magic to work she’d have to make love to Eirwen.

“No!” Outraged, Tinker flew over and hovered in front of Petra’s face to glare at her heatedly. “I won’t allow him to steal your innocence and purity! I won’t allow you to make such a sacrifice for his sake!”

Petra’s expression softened as she looked into the fairy’s face, which was beginning to turn red from his anger. “Tink, I want to do this. I want to save him. I love him.”

Tinker shook his head and his body began to tremble out of indignation. “What about me? What about my feelings? If you do this, then…!” I’ve lost you forever. “You don’t get it. You don’t understand how I feel. I…!” Love you.

Tinker clenched his hands into fists out of frustration. Why hadn’t he been able to say the most important parts of that aloud? I’ve lost you forever. I love you. He was such a coward. His expression turned hurt and betrayed. “I hate you, Petra Pan!” The fairy prince exclaimed petulantly before he flew off into the Fairy Forest leaving a trail of glittering tears in his wake.

Petra gaped after him in confusion. She offered Queen Mab an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back. I must speak with Tinker before…”

“I understand, child,” Queen Mab said with a regal nod of her head. “Go to him.”

Petra flashed the fairy queen a bright smile before running off in pursuit of Tinker. She found Tinker seated at the edge of a riverbank, skipping stones. He looked so small when he was sitting down like that. Petra carefully sat down beside him. “Tinker, I never meant to hurt you.”

Tinker frowned morosely as he selected another flat, round stone to skip. “But you don’t know why you’ve hurt me, do you?”

Petra shook her head, at a loss. “No.”

Tinker let out a frustrated sound before skipping the stone. After it sunk into the water he took a deep breath and looked up at Petra. “It’s because I love you, silly girl,” he admitted softly.

Petra smiled cheerily. “I love you too, Tink.”

“No!” Tinker snapped hotly. “I love you…love you.” Petra blinked down at the fairy prince in confusion. Tinker pulled at his hair out of frustration since Petra just didn’t seem to get it. He loved her dammit! How could he get her to see, get her to understand? Tinker suddenly began to glow brighter and brighter.

Petra grew alarmed. “Tink!” She was forced to shield her eyes from the brilliance of the glow. When the glow finally dimmed Petra tentatively lowered her hands from her eyes. A gasp slipped past her lips at the sight before her. “Tink…you’re…big?” The fairy prince Tinker was now the size of a human man.

Tinker was looking down at his hands and body in awe. Startled, he looked over at Petra with a hopeful gleam in his blue eyes. “This…was my greatest wish. I love you, Petra Pan, in the way a man loves a woman. I love you…like this.” Tinker reached out to cup Petra’s cheek and then leaned in so that he could press his lips against hers.

Petra’s eyes flared in surprise as Tink suddenly kissed her.

She did not kiss him back.

Tinker pulled back, and looked into her green eyes searchingly. “I’ve loved you for a very long time. I never thought you would grow up and become a woman though - capable of romantic love and not just plutonic love.” There was a giddy note to his voice. “Now we can finally be together. Oh, how I’ve dreamed of this moment.” Tinker kissed Petra again desperately, and pushed at her shoulders so that she was forced to lie down on the riverbank.

Tinker smoothly moved over her body and straddled her, his knees on either side of her hips. He placed a kiss on the tip of Petra’s nose, then one on her cheek, then her other cheek and then her mouth. He peppered her entire face with kisses and each time he pulled back he murmured her name. “Petra, Petra, Petra.”

Petra remained silent under his ministrations, and shuddered as Tinker began to kiss a trail from her neck to her exposed collarbone and then down to the tops of her breasts.

Tinker reached up and squeezed Petra’s breast. She flinched at the unwanted touch.

Tinker gazed down at Petra lustfully, his eyes hooded. He expected to see his lust mirrored in Petra’s eyes, but all he saw was sadness, confusion, and a little fear.

The fairy prince suddenly realized that she hadn’t been reciprocating his kisses or touches. She’d just been lying there and letting him do whatever he wanted. Was this because she was just being shy or…?

“You don’t want this, do you?” Tinker asked with a sinking feeling in his gut. “You don’t want me.” His voice cracked. He became incredibly embarrassed and ashamed at his own lewd actions. Apparently, his feelings weren’t reciprocated like he thought they would be. A single tear trailed down his cheek.

Petra reached up to brush the tear away tenderly with her thumb. “No. I don’t want you like this. I’ve always seen you as my older brother. I’ve never thought of you as a mate. But, I don’t want to hurt you, so do what you will if it will make you feel better.” She offered Tinker a tremulous smile, and tried to be brave.

Tinker felt like he’d just been slapped, however, and he scrambled off of Petra as swiftly as possible. He stood up, put his face in his hands, and groaned. “Ugh.” When he removed his hands from his face he gave Petra look of disbelief. “You think I would do something like that? That I would take you against your will? And you…you would allow it? Why? To stop my tears?” A bitter laugh escaped Tinker’s mouth. “You are too good and too pure for this corrupt world.” A stricken look formed on the fairy’s face. “But don’t worry, Petra. I won’t touch you like that ever again. You have my word.”

Petra pushed herself up off the ground and walked over to Tinker. Tinker took a step back when she got too close, but she was having none of that. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Tinker in a warm embrace. Petra noticed that Tinker was trembling. “What are you so afraid of?” she questioned softly.

“That I’ll lose you to him,” Tinker murmured.

“Tink,” Petra said looking up and waiting until Tinker met her gaze to continue, “You will never lose me. We will always be best friends. There is no Petra Pan without Tinker by her side! And I do love you.” She placed a tender kiss on his forehead.

Tinker sniffled and offered her a crooked smile. “I love you, Petra.” He let out a heavy sigh. “Now that I’ve been ‘family zoned’ I feel like a grumpy older brother about to give his sister away in marriage! That blasted human better not hurt you, or I’ll kill him!” There was a fierce glint in Tinker’s blue eyes.

Petra gave Tinker a watery smile in return. “Thanks, Tinker. You’re the best.”

***

Eirwen had been carried into a secluded part of Fairy Forest, and then set down on a comfortable bed of flowers and moss beneath a willow tree. The willow tree’s long, leafy branches would provide Petra and Eirwen privacy as they made love.

Petra gulped. She was feeling incredibly nervous about what she was about to do - coax Eirwen into having sex with her, and then using ‘sex magic’ to create a soul-bond between them. Her powerful will to live would then keep him alive after that.

Queen Mab had helpfully explained to Petra about the birds and the bees. Petra had had a vague idea of what ‘sex’ was from watching animals mating, but she was still a little freaked out by the reality of what it apparently entailed.

Just thinking about what she and Eirwen were about to do made her feel hot, tingly, and strangely excited. She placed a hand over her stomach as butterflies fluttered there.

Petra was certain that she desired Eirwen sexually though. She wanted to touch him and for him to touch her. She wanted to be as close to him as was physically possible. She wanted to smell him, taste him. Her primal instincts were telling her she wanted to mate with him.

A round, bronze incense burner had been set up nearby, and the scent of sandalwood and musk was drifting lazily through the air. Queen Mab had told Petra that the incense was a special concoction of the fairies, and contained animal pheromones that would help to stir lust in Eirwen.

Petra scooted over to Eirwen and looked down at his sleeping form. He was so handsome with those chiseled features of his. His long, dark lashes fanned against his pale cheeks. She’d never noticed how long his lashes were before.

First, Petra needed to undress him. With trembling fingers she reached out and removed Eirwen’s tunic first before tossing it aside. His leanly muscled chest was revealed to her hungry eyes that drank in the delectable sight. Her gaze traveled over his bare flesh down to his six-pack abs. His ribs were showing slightly, but other than that his form was extremely pleasing to the eye.

Petra noticed the scar on his chest from Hook’s vicious attack. She reached out and gently trailed her finger over the pink, newly healed flesh. Petra leaned over and placed a tender kiss upon the scar. Then she licked it.

Eirwen shuddered at the sensation of her tongue laving along his flesh and even in his sleep arched his back for more.

Next, Petra removed Eirwen’s boots and then started to work on getting his pants off. She unbuttoned the top button of his tight leather pants and began to tug them down his legs. Petra let out a squeak when his pants finally came off and she fell backwards onto the grassy ground. A giggle slipped past her lips as she lay on her back in the grass and looked up at the willow canopy. Maybe Eirwen had been right about the pants being a little too tight.

Petra sat up and made her way back over to Eirwen. She reached her hands out and hesitated before she grabbed the hem of his boxers. Petra shut her eyes, slid his boxers down his legs, and then removed them entirely from his body. She slowly opened her eyes and her gaze immediately went to his crotch.

Petra couldn’t help but stare at his flaccid penis curiously with a tilt of her head. So that’s his penis. Petra thought to herself. Queen Mab had described to Petra what it would look like, but it was different seeing it with her own eyes. Once it’s hard, that will be inside of me. She shivered at the mental image that caused inside of her head.

Queen Mab had explained that before Eirwen could be inside of her she would have to coax Eirwen’s penis to hardness. Petra tentatively reached out, grabbed Eirwen’s penis and began to slide her hand up and down his length carefully, not wanting to apply too much pressure and hurt him.

Petra’s eyes widened when his cock began to harden in her hand. Experimentally, she squeezed a little harder and started to stroke his cock a little faster. A bead of precum formed on the tip of his penis, and the sight caused Petra to salivate. Letting her instincts guide her, she leaned over and lapped up the drop of cum with her tongue. She was curious to see what his desire tasted like. She hummed happily. Eirwen taste sweet - like salted honey.