Meeting His Match (Ouat FF)

Meeting His Match (Ouat FF)- Back to Basics 15.5

Third Person's P.O.V.

NOTE: RATED R. READ IF YOU DARE!!!

Natalie couldn't help but tighten her grip on Pan's hair as he nipped at her sweet spot on her neck. Her legs unconsciously wrapped around his waist, grinding herself against him with a new found freedom now that her dress is torn. Pan moved his lips down to her collar bone, ripping the front of her shirt in half, revealing her black corset holding up her skirt. He smirked up at her before reaching down to his boot to grab his hunting knife. He brought it up to her chest, lightly running it down to the bottom of her corset before quickly and carefully slicing it in two. Pan smiled at her smugly as he watched her moan at the sensation of her bare breasts being released from their confinement. He put his knife down, before continuing to kiss down her chest, stopping in between her breasts.

Natalie wasn't having that though. She used her legs to flip them over so she was on top. She pulled off the remains of the top half of her dress. She smirked as she watched him gulp thickly, his pupils now dark with desire. She leans down and brushed her lips against his, before pulling him up in a sitting position, ripping his shirt over his head. She couldn't help but marvel at his toned hard body, running her hand down his hard abs.

Pan sighed at the sensation of her cold hand touching his fiery skin. He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling them together, chest on chest. He kissed her deeply, running his tongue across her tongue, begging-- No, demanding an entrance. Natalie gave him one, not being able to resist his compulsion of desire. He ran his tongue all over the unfamiliar territory, mapping it to memory. She submitted to him for a minute, but then realized she's losing control.

She pulled away, her breath heavy, but pushed that aside as she roughly kissed down Pan's jaw line and neck, occasionally nipping. Pan couldn't help but growl, tugging at her locks. That's when he noticed the several black strands in them. He roughly pulled her up by her hair to make her look at him.

"New look, Love?" he asked, then kissed her, not letting her answer. "I like it. The dark side suits you."

Natalie chuckled darkly, pushing Pan's chest so he laid on his back. She stood up from above him, pulling down the bottom half of her dress so now only her black panties remained. She smirked, straddling Pan's waist again, running her fingers down his jaw, neck, and chest, making his breath pick up slightly.

"And control suits you, My King," she whispered seductivley. Leaning down to his face, she pushed her hand into his trousers, grasping his member, making Pan growl. "But in situations like this, I'm in control. You submit to me."

She then kissed his lips, claiming them hers as she rubbed him slowly and softly. Pan moaned in her mouth, trying to get her to go faster, harder, anything to get him off. But she pulled away much to his displeasure. She smiled sexily down at him, before crawling off of him, walking to their tent. She turned to him, beckoning him with a 'come hither' motion, before heading into the tent.

Pan was there in an instant, watched as she was sprawled out on the bed of blankets with a smirk on her face.

"But tonight, you can do whatever you want," she continued from their conversation. "Show me I'm yours."

Pan didn't need to be told twice before he was leaning over her, ripping her panties off and be ridding his trousers. He didn't give her any preparations before he sunk into her, making her arch her back, her mouth gaping as she let out a large moan. Pan brought an arm under her, holding her back in that arch to kiss her neck as he began to thrust slowly, allowing her to adjust.

Soon, Natalie wrapped her arms around Pan's neck as he pulled her to sit on his lap, kissing him deeply as he moved in her so fluently. Her mind was just filled of him as he began to speed up some, his grip on her back forming finger tip shaped bruises. But she didn't care one bit.

For the first time since she was a child, she felt wanted, loved, admired. She felt as if she meant something and was worth loving. And it was because if him. Him. It seemed the cloudy skies and rains that were constantly thundering in her mind disappeared with his clear darkness. She knew it was wrong to love the villan, boy did she know. But she didn't care one bit. Her heart was already dark as midnight and he just embraced that instead of trying to change it as many have had tried.

"You're beautiful, Killer," Pan murmured, kissing down her shoulder. "You're absolutely marvelous."

Natalie could only moan in response, gripping his hair in her finger tips roughly as she buried her face in his neck. She couldn't take this amount of pleasure, it was too much for her. So she voiced her thoughts.

"Peter, I-I can't... Please," she whimpered out, for the first time sounding venerable. Pan growled, wanting to hear her call him that again, so he thruster harder, making her moans grow louder.

"Peter... Peter, please... Oh, Peter!"

Pan chuckled darkly, moving from her shoulder to look at her. "What? What is it that you want, Love?" he asked mockingly.

Her eyes were almost shut as she looked at him, her breath coming out in pants.

"I-I want-- AH!" she tried to answer, but ended up screwing her eyes shut, throwing her head back, screaming in pleasure as Pan hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Pan seemed to get the hint and continued to hit that spot.

"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you, Doll," he taunted, loving hearing her beg.

"Please, please, please, please, Peter. I-I need-- I need to-to," she tried her best to get out, but just seemed to be a jumble of words. Pan laid her down on her back, kissing her as he wrapped her legs around his waist, getting a better angle on his thrusting.

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay," he cooed in a sexy whisper. "Just answer one question... And I'll give you permission."

Natalie just nodded eagerly, her vision beginning to whiten.

"Who do you belong to?" Pan growled, thrusting harder into her, their sweaty skin slapping together. Natalie could only scream in pleasure, not being able to form words.

"Who do you belong to, Killer?"

"Y-You..."

"Come on, you can do better than that. What's my name?"

Natalie began to shake her head, tears of pleasure starting to fall from her eyes.

"I-I can't-"

"Don't you dare let go! Who do you belong to, Natalie?!"

"You! You! Peter! Pan! I belong to Peter Pan! I belong Peter Pan! My king!"

Pan couldn't help but smirk proudly as he leaned own to her ear, quickening his pace and hardening his thrusts.

"There's my good little soldier. Let go, Natalie. Come on, my little Killer."

Natalie screamed as loudly as she could, clawing at Pan's back as she let go, tightening around him, forcing Pan to growl while spilling himself into her. They tried to catch their breaths as Pan slid out of her, laying on her left side, pulling a blanket over them. Natalie was close to falling asleep, her throat raw from screaming and her leg muscles starting to tighten. She knew they would be sore in the morning. She turned to her side, facing Pan, then burying her face in his chest, looking like a little pup curled up into it's master. Pan leaned down and kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her protectively and possessively as he whispered,

"You're mine, Little One. When this battle with the Changelings is over, I'll make you my queen. Queen of Neverland. People would fear our name, know it means power. You'll be spoiled rotten by me and always be protected. We'll be together in our own eternity. I promise."

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Wow, that was... Intense. Was it okay? It's the first real smut I've written so please forgive if it's horrible.

NOTE: Only a few more chapters of this book, then it's over. Let me know in the comments if you wants a sequel, and if so, do you want them to fight a new enemy, or Henry's family in season 3.

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