Stolen to Neverland

Authors Note: All characters are over the age of 18. This story will contain themes of non-consent, so if that isn't your cup of tea it might be best to give it a skip!

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Prologue~

The Boy Who Had Never Grown Up was a charming tale to tell to sleepy eyed children being tucked in for the night. It certainly always amused him to hear of "his" exploits, particularly those involving Miss Darling, a woman who had never existed except in the imaginations of those who spun the yarns. Still, it amused him to bring the stories back to his Brothers, those who would be called the Lost Boys except for the fact they were never lost and most certainly not boys.

None of them knew how exactly the island came to be, or why the magic permeated the structure of it enough to bestow its gifts upon the inhabitants. But they did know that there was something distinctly missing, something that needed to be brought back for them to truly flourish. And Peter had offered to be the one to do it, slipping over to the human realm to bring back this and that; a story here, a bit of something interesting there.

Sometimes he would bring something back even more precious cargo, whisked away while it was safely sleeping and unable to protest. Fairy dust was helpful that way.

Chapter 1~

His fingertips pressed gently to the window, the heat of his palm leaving a shadowed imprint against the cold of the glass. The soft flakes of snow didn't seem to garner any of his attention, for the brilliant sage of his eyes was trained most carefully on the doll like visage of the woman bundled in the bed. His eyes narrowed very slightly at the sight of the cat curled so possessively at her feet, for the feisty little thing had woken her once before when he had stolen into her room, forcing him to exit without his prize. This time, he had brought reinforcements.

Slowly lowering his hands to tug the window open a crack, there was a light that fell from his pocket before nudging its way through the opening. It paused a moment as though gathering its bearings before making a beeline for the cat, dancing around the sleepy thing until it was very much alert. Head cocked, the ears flickered before the light suddenly jumped from the bed, tearing swiftly towards the door and disappearing down the hall. The fluff followed after and the man smirked, a slow and devious act that lit his face.

Another careful series of movements with his hands and the window was open wide enough to allow both him and a cruel swirl of wind into the room. The curtains billowed with air but in another moment he was beside her. Crouching, he smoothed the tip of his finger over the brow that had begun to crease before dipping his hand quickly in the pouch at his side and softly blowing a handful of the nearly invisible dust over her features. The movement that had been in her limbs with sleep ceased suddenly and she slumped as though she were drugged.

Carefully, his fingertip traced the edge of her soft cheek, capturing a lock of gold to tug gently on. When that garnered no response he lowered his mouth to hers, stealing a languid kiss from her soft lips. It immediately aflamed him, her sweet scent as intoxicating as wine. His tongue flicked at the swell of her pouting lower lip before delving deeper, nose nudging into the hollow of her throat as he enjoyed the flutter of her pulse against his lips. His fingers boldly moved lower now, palm dragging over the creamy mound of her breast so cruelly hidden from him beneath the silk of her nightgown. No matter, the soft pinch of his fingers still caused her nipple to bead beneath the fabric and he amused himself by tracing it until it strained towards his fingers, nearly begging his mouth to be upon it.

His eyes narrowed, moving over her features and partly wishing she were awake so he could hear the delicious noises his touch would elicit. But she needed to be asleep while they traveled, else his plans would be for nothing. His glance was clouded with desire as he looked over his prize once more before carefully peeling the blankets from her and taking a moment to look over the way her legs were tangled in her nightskirt, the pale pink fabric scandalously high on her thighs. Letting out a low groan at the sight, he drew a hand over his face before bending to carefully arrange her over his shoulder. A soft whistle drew the light back and he ignored the sound of the cat returning in favor of slipping back out the window, bringing his captive with him.

Chapter 2~

Briar had sunk into the deepest sleep of her life and found herself in such a delicious dream she tried to hold onto it as long as she could. A shadowed stranger had pulled her to him in a dance, his hand slipping beneath the admittingly low cut of her dress to toy with her nipple, rolling the rose pink flesh until it had hardened under his touch. He spun her, whispering naughty things in her ear as she couldn't help but press back against him, grinding her bottom into the hardening she could feel behind her.

She was rewarded with a groan as he bent to tug her skirt up, hand sinking past the waistband of her underclothes to trail a finger teasingly along her slit, gathering the slickness of her arousal and using it to tease at her clit. She ground harder against him, feeling a flush overtake her as her lips parted...

... and her eyes flickered open. There was a distinctly male scent around her and it took her several moments to clear her sleep addled brain to realized that while her dream started to fade from her mind, the fingers teasing at her sex were irrecoviably and unashamedly real. Her sharp gasp seemed to draw the attention of her captor and there was a dark chuckle in her ear.

"Awake now, little dove?" His voice was like silk against her, all at once dark and full of promises. He didn't withdraw his finger, instead hooking his ankle under hers and yanking to splay her legs apart. She realized with horror that her panties had been pulled from her, leaving her lower half naked with the way her skirt was bunched around her waist.

"Get off of me, you brute!" Her outraged shriek was enough to cause another chuckle from him but instead of heeding her wishes, he drew the tip of his index around her sopping entrance before carefully sliding between her lips, listening to her sharp exhale as he worked that finger into her heated core.

Slowly pumping that finger in and out of her, he buried his face in her neck and drew his teeth lazily over her soft skin, "No. I'm enjoying myself. And judging by the puddle beneath you, so are you."

In response, her body strained forward, trying to unhook her ankle from his as her elbow thrashed backwards. All at once, he stiffened and then she felt a pressure at her throat, eyes widening when she realized he had wrapped his free hand around her throat and was bearing down on her windpipe, "No, pet, don't be naughty. I wouldn't want to punish you so soon, but I will if I must."

Still pressing on her throat, he was careful not to let her fall unconscious as he angled his hand to work another finger into her tight core, stretching her against his invasion and reveling in how even despite herself, he heard her moan. His thumb circled her nub as he felt her body start to bow and his fingers sped up, pumping her hard until the wet sound of her cunt filled the little room. His lips curved wickedly as he felt her tense under the onslaught, "Good girl." He cooed in her ear, teeth nibbling on the sensitive shell, "Time to give in." A quiet command that nonetheless held a power in it that didn't bode any argument.

Though she gnashed her teeth against it, he was an expert at what he was doing and the pleasure he stole from her coiled in her stomach before shattering over her, causing her to nearly shriek with her release as she shuddered beside him, lips parted in shock.

He made her ride it out, not pausing in his own driving into her until he heard her whimper, his fingers stained with her release. Withdrawing then from her still clenching sex, he lifted his coated fingers to her lips, brushing her own scent over her lower lip though she flinched away. Another chuckle before he released her, getting to his feet and leaving her to collect herself as he moved to the washbasin, pouring his own water and using a soft cloth to wipe his fingers.

When he turned back, she was pulling down her nightdress as though to hide the evidence of her shame, breathing hard and staring at him with those beguiling wide blue eyes of hers, "Who are you? Where am I? How dare you!"

His smirk only widened and he dropped the cloth back into the basin, slinking towards her with a smirk on his lips. Fingertips caught below her chin, roughly tugging up so he was sure his gaze pinned her in place, "You are mine and that is all you need to know."

To say she didn't take his answer well would be an understatement, but he was too amused by her reaction to actively stop her as she shoved herself from her spot in the tangle of blankets, his smirk widening exponentially when she nearly stumbled. It took her another moment to be at the door of the tent, wrenching the fabric door open and throwing herself out through it.