The Old King ~OUAT Panfiction (Book 3)

A Euphoric Surrender

"If you wanted to get lost in your desires, why didn't you come to me?" Pan inquired, a smirk tugging on his lips. Anne was speechless. She swallowed a lump in her throat.

"Where's Dominique?" She emitted. How was she here and not there?

"Do you honestly give a damn?" Pan spat. The lost girl cringed. "Let's just say...you almost gave yourself to the wrong person, babygirl." Then, he pressed his body to hers and her breathing intensified, eyes falling on his lips. She slung her arms around his shoulders, heart hammering in her chest. Upon the fiery contact of their lips meeting at last, Anne's lids fell and she moaned in their everlasting kiss. "Let me take care of you, my little lost girl," Pan purred when their lips broke. She bore her eyes into his.

"I don't want anyone else."

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As Pan threw Anne onto the bed of their treehouse, she breathed heavily, green eyes widening. When he dared to come close again, she anxiously pulled his body to hers and leaned back. Their lips found one another's, heavily molding into a promising kiss that made the hair on Anne's arms bristle. Pan's skin tingled and his tongue brushed over the shape of her sweet mouth. Seized by her teeth, the corners of Pan's lips curled. Her eyes read mischief and she released it. Then, she jerked his belt free and yanked his shirt over his shoulders, following with the lacy undershirt. Her palms slid over his bare chest, fingers gripping onto him. He unbuttoned her pants and aggressively tugged them over her hips, and down her legs. When he threw them, he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

Anne straddled him, reconnecting their lips in a fiercely passionate kiss, humming against his mouth -- before he then captured the skin of her neck with his teeth and she slid her fingers into his tousled hair. He intensely sucked there, then advanced to the pulse beneath her ear. Her arms slung around his neck and their bodies collided. The contact of their skin, never to be sobering, enhanced the stiffness in Pan's groin, pulling the front of his pants taut.

When their lips found one another, Anne's became easily manipulated by his own and his tongue slid through her entrance and discovered hers, tightening around it. His fingertips pulled apart the lace in the front of her shirt and his slender digits slid through the enlarging gaps, tightening and he tore the fabric. The veins in his forearm bulging with hot blood, he ripped the shirt all the away down. Anne gasped in surprise, chest heaving as his palms smoothed over her bare shoulders. Then, when his lips came in contact with her sternum, it was like an abrupt electric shock to her absent heart.

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In the morning, Anne lay awake, clutching her pillow. She intensely contemplated, covers shifting when Pan moved out from under them. She rolled over to watch him pull his pants up over his hips and he grabbed his shirt from the foot of the bed. "Wait," Anne spoke as she sat up, covers being pulled over her chest as she watched him turn to face her. Crawling across the bed, Pan's lips swiftly pecked her own.

"Save it for later," he whispered. Hand on his shoulder, Anne gave it a soft squeeze to prevent him from pulling away.

"Are you sore?" He asked.

The blond shifted in slight discomfort, tightening the sheets around her frail frame. "A little bit." She frowned. What had she done? Her hips ached and her thighs tensed. "It...hurts," she confessed with large, guilty eyes. But all Pan could do was smirk ever so lightly.

"Nothing that a little bit of magic could take care of." Then, he hesitantly peeled away the covers to reveal Anne's nude form beneath it. "Lay back," he commanded.

She sighed with defeat and obeyed, hair spreading across her pillow as she pulled her knees up. He covered a single knee with his hand and urged it away from the other one. Anne winced as her thighs parted again and she watched his hand leave her knee and lower down to the source of her discomfort. Heat began radiating from his palm and fingertips, spreading over her womanhood.. She gasped, startled, and her limbs locked up. Her muscles gradually relaxed as the pain began to grow smaller and smaller until the point of nonexistence.

When his hand left her, her lips stretched into a smile. "That was...nice," she confessed, biting her lip and closed her thighs. When she sat up, she found the covers again and went to pull them back over her body. Pan grabbed her wrist before she could.

"Ah-ah, stand up," he ordered her. The look in his eyes was demanding, but his hold and voice was soft.

She did as he asked, arms falling to her sides. Pan's muddy hues cascaded down her petite physique and she couldn't help but feel as though he was putting her on display. But he was expecting something and she had a feeling that he wasn't going to go away until he saw it. Lifting her hair off her neck with a single hand to give him a full view of her collarbone she allowed him to drink her up. Her dark eyes bore into his selfish gaze and she held her breath. "Turn around." As he requested, she slowly rotated until she found his eyes again. A blush had grew in her cheeks and Pan's mouth twitched. "Look at you, my little lost girl, helpless and all mine. You're so beautiful..." He breathed as he rose to a stand and slid a warm hand around her neck.

A shudder went through her frame and she struggled to keep her eyes open. Memories of last night crawled back to her, enveloping her as Pan then slipped his hand onto her jaw and the pad of his thumb brushed over her bottom lip. Her breathing came shakily and her gaze flicked up to his. "You are everything to me," Pan purred into her ear, his hot breath passing through her hair and she stifled a groan. Her body ached with desire for him, the new feeling returning to her.

Suddenly, she wanted to be bare for him, suddenly, she wanted him to admire her this way forever. She couldn't help herself. Cupping his ears, she pressed her lips to his, placing a warm, supple kiss there. He wrapped his longer fingers around her wrists, kissing back, slowly and attentively. At last, she moaned. Then, he broke the kiss. Her eyelashes stayed on her cheeks. "Why can't you tell the others about us?" She emitted thoughtlessly.

There was a long silence until Pan sighed and he responded. "I can't, Anne."

This time when she opened her eyes, she was glaring at him, setting her jaw. "Why?"

Then, he pried her hands off his cheeks and his gaze fell. "I told you already--" lifting his eyes, they hardened to stone. The sky rumbled outside. "Now don't ask me again."

Anne felt rejected as he brushed past her and grabbed a set of clothes off a shelf. "You should get dressed, and soon. I have an important announcement to make this morning and you might find that it's not something you want to miss." Then, he tossed her the clothes and headed toward the door in the floor.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She spat, throwing her clothes onto the bed.

But he gave her no response, only a wink before he descended the stairs and pulled the door closed again.

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Anne trailed down the path that led to the camp, frustrated with not only herself, but Pan. She couldn't believe she had let herself become so easily seduced by him. She had given herself to him fully and he still rejected her. She then began to wonder if this is what it felt like for Pan when she had incessantly spat in his face in the past. When she had the sole goal of saving her brother and getting the hell of way from him. Ultimately, it was all for nothing because here she was, trapped on the island with him and her brother was gone.

She couldn't tell herself that she regretted last night because it had been beautiful and eye opening. She did, however, regret letting him have such euphoric power over her body so easily. Anne had always been so stubborn, especially when it came to Pan. But that wasn't changing any time soon. In fact, it would -- perhaps -- never change.

When she reached the camp, the lost boys were huddled in a large circle, hissing whispers to each other and frantically conversing with one another. Though there was something strange. They were looking at something in the center of their huddle. Suddenly, Anne was overcome with the feeling that something was wrong. That whatever they were staring down at, was nothing good.

Moving through a line of boys, she beheld the sight of a small child lying on the ground. He wasn't unconscious. His lips were blue and his skin was pallid, translucent, and shadows burrowed under his still lashes. Her hand came over her mouth in the horrific realization that not only was this the boy that had taunted her several days ago when she tried to escape the camp, but that he was dead. Dead as a rock, and there was only an apple in his small grip with a large bite into a blackened center. Dreamshade.