Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan (17 page)

His physique was body-builder perfect, and with long curly black hair and a chiselled chin, he was easily the handsomest of the group.  But not the most attractive, she decided, and it took her a moment to realise why. 

She wasn't drawn to him sexually.

There was something in his eyes, or his smile that was vaguely feminine.  The thought crossed her mind that he could be homosexual.

She turned to Xavion questioningly, but he was frowning.  Dee followed his gaze and was disturbed to find Christophe still staring at the ground.  His eyes were shielded by his long, dark fringe but his mouth was visible and it was set in a mutinous line.   

"Problem, Christophe?" Xavion asked, echoing her own thought.

"No, Xavion," Christophe replied quickly, keeping his head down.

"Stand up and look at me, boy," Xavion ordered.

Christophe reluctantly stood and looked across the fire.  "Now look at her," Xavion ordered, and Christophe obeyed, the naked emotion in his eyes burning Dee where she sat. 

She didn't know whether it was shame, embarrassment or fear he was experiencing, but the combination of that lean, hungry body and those vulnerable eyes awoke every response in her body.  Her nipples tightened with the desire to have him.

"I think Christophe has a crush on you, Wendee," Xavion said softly, and Dee watched in agony as the boy blushed, not game to tear his eyes away from hers for fear of retribution from Xavion.  "He'd like to touch you.  Wouldn't you, Christophe?"

Christophe swallowed, hard, his expression becoming even more tortured.

"Wouldn't you, Christophe?" Xavion repeated warningly.

"Yes," Christophe breathed and Dee felt her thighs clench.  The heat from the fire was making her skin burn and she longed for someone to touch her.  For Christophe to touch her.

It was Xavion that did.

Without warning, he pushed her down on the rug and slid his body between her unresisting thighs.  She'd wanted this, her body was aching for it, but she couldn't help casting a frightened glance across at the others who'd stood and were watching avidly.

Poised over her, Xavion said, "Don't look at them, look at me," then he slid into her, filling her so completely she gasped, and her eyes, staring into Xavion's, widened appreciatively.   

She should have been ashamed, or at least self-conscious with so many eyes watching her, but if the fantasy was to become real, Xavion had to do this.  It was the leader's right to stake claim on his property.  And in Xavion's tribe, she was his property.

Staring up into his eyes she matched his rhythm, bucking against his downward stroke and feeling a delicious stab of pleasure each time his thick pubic hair slammed into hers. 

He supported himself on his hands, holding his upper body high, denying her the stimulation of flesh against flesh.  Her nipples contracted into little storehouses of pleasure, awaiting only a touch to release it through her body.  But there was no touch, only the air vibrating between their bodies. 

Xavion was all warrior then, taking his pleasure with no care of hers and yet she could see poetry in his eyes, the way they transformed her into an object of beauty.  It didn't matter that he didn't touch her breasts, his reverent gaze made them untouchable, too perfect to be desecrated with the huddlings of sex.  It was a disorientating contrast, this careless manipulation of her genitals while all the time those soul-deep eyes looked on her as though she were a goddess.

Then his jaw clenched and she could tell he was close to his climax.  She was panting, squirming beneath him, forcing herself not to reach up to him, to run her hands over his hard chest and clutch at his  shoulders.  Her fingers curled into fists at her sides as he accelerated the pace, and the movement of her restless hips created a friction that brought her close to her own orgasm. 

He lowered his head and said against her lips, "Kiss me."

So she did, her hands coming up to push into his spiky hair and cup his skull as she plunged her tongue into his mouth.  His thrusts became harder and Dee writhed beneath him, bucking against his hips and making love to his mouth with her thrusting tongue.

Then he broke away from her lips and reared high above her, connected only at the hips where his piston-like lunges penetrating her deeply.  Dee was in a frenzy, her hands clenching into fists again as the waves of sensations built inside her - and then they were crashing over her.  Her head fell back and she trembled as the flood spread outwards, encompassing and exploding inside her breasts as well.  And Xavion was still pounding into her, prolonging the spasm, creating a depth to the pleasure that forced a moan past her lips. 

Suddenly, he stopped and hung silent above her, but she could feel the tiny tremors in his body through her cradling thighs and feel the unmistakable warmth of his seed flooding her contracting sheath.  And she accepted it without fear.  The dangers of the real world were not to be carried over here.  This was a place out of her time and there was a rightness in Xavion's offering to her body that was tied in with the primitive surroundings.  It could be no other way.

Her eyes were closed weakly as Xavion disengaged himself from her, and she lay gasping for breath, oblivious for a moment to their observers.  Then she heard Xavion's voice.

"That's why you cannot touch her, Christophe."

Her eyes snapped open in time to see Christophe turn.  She watched him walk slowly from the room.  Even in defeat he was attractive to her, and she marvelled at the perfect curve of his hip, clearly visible at the side of his brief loin-cloth.  His long muscular legs moved with unconscious grace and she felt the stirrings of arousal again, surprised her body could be awakened so soon after it had been sated.

"Wendee?"

She raised languorous eyes to meet Xavion's, then accepted his outstretched hand to lever herself upright.  She had no qualms about sitting cross-legged now, and as the fluid evidence of Xavion's pleasure seeped from between her thighs she smiled to herself.

"Eat," Xavion invited, passing her one of the cooled fish parcels.  "We must keep up your strength."

She looked across as the twins, Tony and Nick, snickered. 

They'd resumed their positions before the fire, and stilled as Xavion shot them a quelling glance.  Mack had gone back to whittling and seemed totally unmoved by the entire performance, but Josh was watching her.  He was lounging on his side, and his strange smile hinted at shared experiences - the sort of smile two women give each other in a supermarket queue when their children are misbehaving.

Dee frowned.  Was this an experience Josh knew?  The ambiguity of his sexual orientation worried her.  She thought she had a fix on the others, but what would be expected of her with Josh?  His gaze had dropped to encompass her breasts, then slid lower to her moist pubis.  Was he jealous?  She couldn't tell.

"Eat, and I will show you our stream," Xavion said, dragging her attention back.  "You can bathe and then sleep again."

Dee realised she
was
tired and didn't understand why, but the prospect of seeing outside the cave kept her alert as they ate.

With the meal finished, Xavion took her hand and led her through the same doorway Christophe had used.  She found herself in a smaller cavern, about ten metres across, but in this room the subterranean stillness was broken not by the crackling of a fire, but by the sound of splashing.

"A waterfall," she breathed.  Sparkling liquid erupt from head-high on the wall to cascade into a sunken pool and exit noisily through a hole in the cavern wall.  Flickering torches attached to the rock walls lent the water a rosy glow, and as she stepped past the quietly watchful Christophe to crouch and dip her hand into its coolness, the bubbles danced around her fingers like pink champagne.

It was magical, but she couldn't help a small pang of disappointment.  She'd hoped to see the outside world. 

"Christophe will guard over you here," Xavion said, casting the boy an imperious glance.  "Then he will return you to your bed.  Safely," he added with enough emphasis to make Christophe blush and edge from one foot to the other.  Xavion left them.

Dee sat on the edge of the pool for a moment, playing with the water, not sure how to relate to Christophe.  She didn't want to encourage him, as she was sure Xavion would be merciless if the boy defied his authority.  But he was staring at his feet and she felt obliged to do something to set him at ease.

Perhaps her nudity embarrassed him?  She slid into the waist deep water and it swirled around her body, the myriad tiny bubbles stimulating the sensitive areas Xavion had tenderised.  The soft tickling was inordinately erotic and the aphrodisiac sensation Christophe's vulnerability evoked in her created a restlessness she knew would be dangerous.  If she couldn't dampen her desires she might cause him more pain than he was already suffering.  She couldn't bear that.  Not after...

Staring down into the frothing water, Dee felt her body go still.  Her mind was completely blank. 
After
... 

It was a closed door, she couldn't remember - and didn't want to.  Not in this place, not at this time.  That had been another life, but it was gone.  In this world, Pietre was God, and he'd reincarnated her here, into this tribe.  That was all she needed to know.  No future.  No past.  Just the now.

She looked up at Christophe, and was reminded of the problem at hand.  To set him at ease.  She decided to ask him a question she was sure would take both their minds off sex.