“Yes.”
“Do you like being used like a whore?”
“Yes.” Heat paints my cheeks admitting it. It may hurt, but there is a tide rising in my belly that I can’t deny. A shameful thumping in my chest that I don’t want to shake.
I like it.
I like it too much.
And that dark thing inside of me feasts on it.
I can feel its satisfaction just as surely as I could hear the wolf speaking in my head.
Both things are crazy and yet they seem to be true.
Let me in, that voice says.
Let me in.
The breath catches midway up my throat and Vane’s eyes narrow as he slows his pace, the look on his face asking and searching.
He can feel it too.
I know he can.
And I think Peter Pan might be right.
I can feel the Dark Shadow like a thousand whirlpools all over my body. An endless churning and a hunger to consume.
Let me in, it says again in the far dark corners of my mind. Let’s revel in it as one.
Okay, I say.
And the darkness rides in.
My nerves are electric. The air is cold, but my skin is hot and my lips pull back in a devilish grin.
Vane’s eyes widen. “The fuck?” he says.
“Don’t stop,” I order him, my voice raspier than it was just a few minutes before.
I sense his shadow reaching out, desperate to connect with something like itself.
His cock thickens inside of me.
“You have the shadow,” he says to me.
“Don’t stop,” Pan orders. “It’ll be better for the shadow if we let her take what she needs.”
“Yes, fuck me, Dark One. Make me your cum slut.”
Vane growls like he hates my words, but his cock gets even harder, betraying how he feels.
We are all creatures of debauchery, debased at the core.
Excitement beats beneath my ribs and some of the pain ebbs away as Pan and Vane turn back to my punishment.
“Yes.” I moan and clutch tighter at Vane. “Fuck yes.” I hitch my legs higher on his hips and hook my ankles behind him so I can grind against his pelvis as they fuck me together and carry us higher into the dark twilight sky.
“Spread her wider,” Pan orders and Vane’s grip sinks lower on my ass so he can spread me open.
Pan wraps his hand around my throat and yanks my head back. “Come for us, Darling. Your king commands it.”
I shift forward more and find just the right spot to grind my clit against Vane. The pressure builds slower this time. It is that slow ascent of a roller coaster. The pleasure is rising, rising. I pant out a breath, squeeze my eyes shut as Pan and Vane stretch me around their cocks.
“Go on, Win,” Vane says with a rumble that reverberates through his chest. “Soak our cocks.”
I don’t think they’re fucking me so much as I’m fucking them now. I get lost in the friction building between me and Vane, the electric pulse at my clit, the power of fucking them both at the same time.
And then the wave chases me, gets closer and closer, all my nerves lighting up.
“Fuck!” I scream as the pleasure crashes over me and Pan and Vane slam into me together, Pan coming, then Vane, both with a loud, animalistic grunt, both filling me up with their cum.
A sharp wind cuts in, cooling some of the sweat on the back of my neck as several quick breaths escape me and the muscles in my arms and legs jerk with the aftershocks.
The dark thing curls away from the surface, sated and I cling to Vane with Pan shielding my backside, keeping the colder twilight air from my nakedness.
Pan is the first to slide out of me and there’s a sharp sting as he does and a dull, thudding ache in my pussy.
Vane is next, but I stay locked around him, my face now buried in the crook of his neck.
I don’t want to let go.
For one, we’re still several hundred feet in the clouds and two…I don’t want to let go of him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he says to Pan as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer, cradling me against him.
The heat of Peter Pan disappears as he flies back. “I just found out.”
“Win?” Vane asks.
“She didn’t know either,” Pan says.
“How did it happen?”
My voice is muffled in his neck as I answer, “I can’t remember.”
“We should get her back.” Pan’s voice is fading away. “Get her warm.”
“Hold on to me, Win,” Vane says.
I keep my arms tightly locked around his neck as he goes parallel with the earth and flies us back to the treehouse.