I drive deeper, fully sheathed in her pussy now. The bed hates this and groans loudly, the headboard banging against the wall.
The entire house knows what we’re up to, but fuck them.
Fuck all of them.
She’s mine right now and I’ll do with her as I please.
She whimpers, her grip on me tightening. Her body is at rest, but the magic is slipping again, and darkness spins around us.
We share the Neverland Dark Shadow, but most days, it clings to her more than me. It’s with me begrudgingly because of her. And I don’t fight it.
Winnie Darling is the queen of this house and the dark goddess of this island.
I’m happy to relent.
Except when we’re in bed.
Then I’m in charge.
I yank the magic back, and the darkness condenses into a thick cloud.
I drive forward into her, punishing her, and she moans loudly.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
The darkness of the shadow ropes itself around her hips, then spills forward, down the V between her thighs before riding back up to her clit.
Win hisses in pleasure.
The darkness moves like a river, constantly in motion, teasing at her center, pulling her closer and closer to the edge.
“Vane,” she says. “Fill me up.”
“As if you tell me what to do.”
“Vane,” she moans again and the magic between us throbs, and I feel her answering clench, her pussy tightening around my cock.
I don’t come until she comes. That’s my rule. One I will never break.
I direct the moving darkness over her clit, covering her completely. In this moment, I and the magic possess her, teasing her to the crescendo.
“Come for me, Winnie Darling. Don’t disappoint me.”
She moans, high and short.
And then she’s tensing up beneath me, the orgasm rushing through her.
“Oh…god.” She turns the word into a breathy moan.
There is no art, no magic, no poetry, no glory of nature more beautiful than Winnie fucking Darling coming on my cock.
I am in awe of her.
I am consumed by her.
The magic we share expands, darkness shimmering around the room, and I am in the dream, dreaming no dream any man ever dared to dream.
She has me.