The sight of Eirwen’s cock starting to swell with blood and rise did strange things to Petra’s virgin body. It made her feel overly warm and tingly. Heat pooled between her legs. Her sex throbbed with need and grew moist. She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously as this restless feeling of unsated lust filled her. Her nipples had peaked and were straining against the soft cotton fabric of her green dress. Her dress started to feel confining in a way it had never felt before.

Petra swiftly removed her dress, folded it, and set it aside on the grass. She blushed a little out of embarrassment for being completely naked in front of the man she loved. How strange. She’d never felt or experienced ‘embarrassment’ at her own nakedness before. She supposed it probably had something do to with the fact that she was an adult now.

Petra’s cheeks turned red as she recalled how when she’d been ‘Petra Pan the eternal twelve-year-old child’ that Tinker had had a hard time getting Petra to even wear clothes! “Oh my!” Now that she thought about it, she used to love to go skinny-dipping with the mermen. Petra put her heated face in her hands. “What was I thinking?” she murmured to herself shamefully.

Petra’s returned her attention to Eirwen’s erection. She scooted closer, and leaned over him so that she could lick a stripe up the pulsing vein that was visible on the side of his cock.

Queen Mab had told Petra that she’d been able to coax Eirwen’s penis to hardness by using either her hand or her mouth, or even both.

Petra decided that she wouldn’t mind pleasuring Eirwen that way, and so gripped the base of Eirwen’s cock before guiding the tip to her mouth. She kissed it tenderly then opened her mouth, and started to lick and suck on the head of his penis. More salty honey formed at the tip and Petra licked it up and swallowed it eagerly.

She was suddenly feeling thirsty for more. Petra opened her mouth and guided more of Eirwen’s cock inside until the head of his penis hit the back of her throat. She pulled back and then took him fully into her mouth, again and again. She felt…moist between her thighs and her sex was throbbing.

Petra continued to use her mouth and tongue to pleasure Eirwen’s cock, sliding up and down his length, and stroking him until he was finally fully erect.

Eirwen gasped loudly. His hips bucked and his eyes snapped open. Eirwen sat up and blinked confusedly. For some unknown reason his lower body felt so…good. “What the…?” He looked down at his lap and saw Petra looking up at him with this impish gleam in her eyes, and her mouth on his cock. “Bloody hell! Petra, what are you doing?”

Petra removed her mouth from Eirwen’s cock with a slick pop. “You’re awake.” She smiled happily before standing up and straddling Eirwen.

Eirwen’s eyes widened like saucers when he suddenly had a lap full of Petra Pan. Petra sat down on his rock-hard stomach, leaned over, and kissed Eirwen. Eirwen’s eyes fluttered shut and he kissed her back, his hands coming to rest on her hips. After a few minutes, Petra pulled back, her smile widening as she stared into his amber eyes that had become hooded with lust.

“Is…is this a dream?” Eirwen’s throat was rough, dry, and husky.

“It is if you want it to be,” Petra purred before sliding down Eirwen’s body and rubbing herself against his throbbing erection. “Eirwen, please. I need you inside of me. Take me.”

Eirwen sucked in a breath at the bold request. Her pleading tone was his undoing. If this was just a dream that meant he could give in to his forbidden desires. And he’d been secretly lusting after Petra Pan ever since he’d come to Neverland. Finally, the frail reins on his restraint snapped, and he could hold himself back no longer.

He wanted Petra.

And he would have her.

“Petra,” Eirwen groaned roughly, and flipped them so that he was now on top of Petra. He eagerly captured her lips with his own, and after a few minutes pulled back so that he could look down to admire her bare breasts for a moment.

Eirwen had secretly fantasized about what it would be like to see and touch Petra’s enormous breasts for quite a while now. This moment exceeded all of his expectations and wildest daydreams. Her breasts were so full and her nipples were rose pink. Petra’s breasts were simply gorgeous.

Eirwen swallowed a lump in his throat before placing both his hands on her breasts. He looked into Petra’s eyes a little warily, wondering if he’d get slapped for this. But when Petra just smiled back at him innocently, he decided to risk her wrath, and squeezed her breasts in an experimental manner.

Petra gasped at the feeling and her body arched into his touch. Eirwen smirked smugly. Apparently, she’d liked that. Feeling more confident due to her positive reaction to his touches, he started to knead her breasts. This caused Petra to start to writhe beneath him. When he pinched both of her nipples at the same time Petra cried out his name, “Eirwen!”

Eirwen slid his right hand down her body, heading towards her sex. He brushed his fingers gently over her entrance and was surprised to find that she was wet and ready for him. He wanted to be inside her so badly, but…a little voice at the back of Eirwen’s mind reminded him that Petra was a virgin, even if she seemed like a rather horny one!

Eirwen slipped a finger inside Petra’s pussy tentatively, and she instantly clenched around the unfamiliar intrusion. God, she was so tight. He waited for her to relax before he moved his finger in and out of her. After a few minutes, he added a second finger, stretching her. Petra moaned loudly, and dug her hands into the grassy ground.

Eirwen removed his fingers, moved down Petra’s body, grabbed her legs, and spread them, baring her sex to him fully. Petra gasped at the sensation of being so…exposed and vulnerable all of a sudden.

Eirwen groaned at the delectable sight of the petal-soft folds of her womanhood, and felt his cock twitch. He wasted no time in leaning over to press his mouth against her sex. Then he started to lick and suck at her pussy messily.

Petra squealed and placed her hands on Eirwen’s head. She didn’t know if she wanted to pull him away or closer to her. “W-What are you doing?”

Eirwen pulled back, looked up at Petra, and licked his lips slowly. “Kissing you,” he said lowly. “You taste delicious, Petra.” Eirwen returned his attention to her sex, and deftly sucked and nibbled on her clit.

Petra was pushed over the edge by these ministrations, and came against Eirwen, crying out his name. “Eirwen!” She unconsciously dug her fingernails into Eirwen’s scalp and grinded her sex against his face as she rode out the wave of her orgasm.

Eirwen didn’t mind her roughness and eagerly lapped up her sweet nectar. After Petra had finally stopped trembling, Eirwen sat back and took a moment to admire his handiwork. Petra looked debauched. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her lips kiss-swollen, her chest was heaving as she struggled to regain her breath, and her green eyes were slightly glazed.

Petra Pan’s blonde hair was a mess, and spread around her head in chaotic waves. Eirwen saw a few twigs and flowers stuck in her hair and smiled lopsidedly at the sight. His gaze greedily traveled down her body, and he saw that her pink sex was glistening and ready for more.

Eirwen smirked smugly. Now she was ready for him.

He moved over Petra, pressed his lips eagerly against her own, and used his hand to guide himself to Petra’s entrance. “May I?” he murmured against her ear when he felt the tip of his penis finally brushing against her core.

“Yes,” Petra breathed readily. “Oh, yes.”

When the tip of his penis entered her, they both gasped and shuddered. Then they looked at each other with amazed looks on their faces. Trying to be as careful as possible, Eirwen started to slowly slide himself inside while Petra wrapped her arms around his torso and dug her nails into his back.

Eirwen stopped moving when he felt her virginity, and he pulled back to give her a searching look. “Petra, are you sure you want this. Me?”

Petra met Eirwen’s gaze, smiled, and nodded. “Yes. Make me yours.”

Eirwen thrust the rest of the way inside of Petra, who cried out at the sudden mixture of pleasure and pain flooding her senses. She felt so full, taken, and claimed. She dug her nails even harder into Eirwen’s back, drawing blood.

Eirwen saw that tears were leaking from Petra’s eyes and tenderly kissed her cheeks and licked up her tears. He waited until she began to relax around him before he started to move. “Petra, I…I…my Petra Pan.”

Petra’s eyes widened at his almost-confession, but then remembered that Eirwen thought this was a dream, and so might not really mean what he was saying anyways.

All thoughts were blown from her mind when Eirwen started to thrust in and out of her. At first just shallow thrusts to get her used to the sensation, and then once Petra started to raise her hips to meet him, only then did he move faster and slide in deeper than before.

Now that the pain had passed, Petra realized that it was time for her to perform the love spell. Making sure that Eirwen didn’t notice what she was doing she cut her hand with a dagger before wetting her index finger with her blood. Then she drew a magical rune that Queen Mab had taught her onto Eirwen’s chest.

Eirwen was so lost in a haze of fiery lust and desire that he didn’t even notice.

Petra closed her eyes, and concentrated while doing as Queen Mab had instructed her: Once he has taken your virginity and your bodies have united and become one, your souls shall be temporarily united as well. Many do not known this but making love is a temporary union of the souls. You’ll need to concentrate on the feeling of being united with Eirwen- mind, body, heart and soul. You must pour your magic and love into his body. Then you need to visualize your magic turning into a red string that will connect your soul to Eirwen’s.

Petra focused on pushing her magic inside of Eirwen, and then visualized her magic flowing through his body until it found his soul. In her mind’s eye, Eirwen’s soul was a brilliant ball of white light.

Then she pictured connecting a red glowing string to his soul in order to forge the ‘soul bond’ between them. As soon as the red string connected their souls the spell was complete. Petra’s soul was now bound to Eirwen’s by an invisible, magical, red string of fate.

They were now ‘soul-mates’ - two parts of a whole.

Petra’s fierce will to live would keep Eirwen alive. (At least, until the cancer killed him.)

Petra came back to herself with a gasp. Eirwen’s thrusts had increased in speed and strength. His movements were becoming more desperate, and less controlled as he neared his climax.

Petra could feel the pleasure building within her again too, coiling tight in her stomach. She wrapped her arms around Eirwen’s neck and brought him down for another heated kiss. The feeling of Eirwen’s tongue swirling around hers pushed her over the edge, and her orgasm slammed into her. Her cry of his name was swallowed by Eirwen’s mouth. Sparks flickered behind her eyelids as she trembled in his arms.

The feeling of her clenching around him sent Eirwen over the edge next. He thrust deep and came inside of her with a groan.

Petra felt herself being filled with his seed, and blushed. She wondered dazedly if they would have a child from this union. If so…she would be a mother.

A mother.

Abruptly, Petra remembered her mother. The one the pirates had stolen her from. That’s right, I had a mother once.

Utterly spent, Eirwen collapsed on top of Petra. Petra didn’t mind the feeling of his heavy weight on top of her. It made her feel strangely safe. She patted his back, and ran her hands up and down his spine. She wanted to savor this feeling of oneness, just a little while longer.

A few minutes later, Eirwen gathered enough strength to tiredly roll off of Petra, his flaccid penis sliding out of her and making Petra keen at its loss. Petra snuggled up to his side, wrapped her arm around his chest, and let out a happy sigh. Eirwen fell asleep first, and Petra soon joined him. She started to dream.

And Eirwen shared that dream.

FLASHBACK

A few hundred years ago in London, England…

Petra and Jasmine shared a room, as sisters frequently did. Their room on the top floor of a brick townhouse located in the heart of London had a large, latticed bay window that had a spectacular view of the clock tower, Big Ben.

Every night their mother would read them a bedtime story before tucking them into bed. Petra loved fairytales, especially stories that had actual fairies in them. Jasmine was more of a realist than her sister, and would request that their mother read them science books about animals instead.

Once their mother left the room, Petra and Jasmine would pretend to be asleep, and when they were sure their mother wasn’t coming back they would scramble out of bed, giggling behind their hands, and run over to take a seat in the bay window together.

There they would admire the view of London at night. The sight of the twinkling lights made the view magical somehow. At the time, the lights were from gas lamps and candles. In a conspiratorial manner, Petra and Jasmine would discuss their dreams and secrets together.

One night, as Petra looked out at the night sky and the twinkling stars, she placed her chin on her hand, and let out a wistful sigh. The stars were making her think of fairies for some reason. “I wish that one day I will get to meet a real fairy and he’ll take me away with him to the Land of the Fairies where we’ll have a wonderful adventure together.”

Jasmine snorted in amusement at her sister’s silly daydream. “Fairies aren’t real-”

Petra’s eyes widened in alarm, and she let out a shocked gasp before leaning over and slapping a hand over her sister’s mouth. “Shhh! Every time someone says they don’t believe in fairies a fairy drops stone dead somewhere! Take it back, Sis!” When Jasmine nodded, she slowly removed her hand.

Jasmine gave her eccentric sister an exasperated look. “I suppose there is a remote possibility of their existence somewhere. Most likely, in another dimension. There. I took it back. Happy?”

Petra was still frowning at her sister, and looking put out. “No, but I’ll take it.” She smirked. “Jasmine, why don’t you believe in magic?” Her tone was tentative.

Jasmine let out a heavy sigh. “I believe in science, and what I can see with my own two eyes.”

Petra let out a thoughtful hum. “So, if you saw magic - you would believe in it?”

“I suppose,” Jasmine reluctantly agreed.

“What do you wish for?” Petra propped her chin on both her hands and gave her sister an intent look. She was just dying of curiosity.