MY COCK NEEDED ATTENTION in the worst way. Not only had I survived sleeping next to the sexiest woman ever created as she tossed and turned, rubbing her heat all over me. But I walked away without pressing for more.

I knew that to win, Tinkerbell, I had to show her I was a changed man.

In the darkness of the hull, I wrapped my hand around my aching dick and stroked. It was her face, her mouth, and eyes that came to mind as I pleasured myself. It had been this way for longer than I cared to remember.

I remembered how wet her pussy had been beneath my fingers. How soft her skin had felt, and how much I wanted to plow my cock inside of her.

My hand increased its speed as I pictured Tink underneath me, writhing with need and want as I wrapped her legs around my waist. Better yet, her lithe body riding on top of mine. Her full breasts bouncing with every thrust of my hips.

I wanted to see her lips wrapped around my length as she swallowed me whole.

My release was fast and hot as I pumped out the remainder of that fantasy. Once I had finished, I cleaned up and went on deck.

Everyone was there, and assignments were given.

Ebony, Lilly, and Pan were to head in from the north. Silver had a half dozen, pirates guarding Ebony. Tink, Alex, Charlie and I were to take the southern route. That left Silver, Black Dog, Nate, and Tom to go around to the west since the village had the sea to the east.

We had sailed around to another spot on the Island where large cliffs had to be scaled before we could start our missions. It was decided that Peter and I would climb the cliff first so that we could secure the ropes for the others.

I ripped my shirt off and started up the rocks. There were plenty of footholds and rocks jutting out to make the climb. But I knew what my back would look like as my muscles worked to pull my body up the side of the rock.

Tink had always had a weakness for my body and I was counting on her watching every muscle. I stretched, flexing my shoulders reaching for a particularly difficult spot.

Peter was cursing me, as he followed in my footsteps. I wasn’t worried about him. Hell, Peter was one tough mother fucker, who I had no desire to piss off. He would make it.

Once I reached the top we secured the ropes. We sent them down for the others to begin the climb.

“What was that about?” Peter threw a rock at my shoe and I smiled.

“Can’t keep up, Old Man?”

He scoffed, “I just wasn’t sure why we had to take the hardest route possible. Until I saw a certain fairy with her eyes glued to somebody’s ass.”

I perked up, “Really?”

Peter laughed, “You have it bad, my friend.”

It felt good to be friends with Peter again. Sure, we weren’t nearly as close as we once had been. But the hatred that he felt for me, was no longer there. I only hoped that he never found out the real reason I enslaved Tinkerbell all those years ago. If that were to happen he would want my head.

When everyone had climbed the bluff, we broke off into our assignments and began to walk. On a map, Neverland doesn’t seem as if it is a very large place. So, imagine my surprise when we were still walking five hours later and hadn’t seen a soul.

I didn’t want to complain and ruin Tink’s image of me, but my feet had blisters on top of blisters and I was chaffing something fierce.

I wanted to cast a spell to shore up my body, but I knew the moment I used magic that she would know. I was far more powerful than Tinkerbell, but any fairy could feel the shift in magic when it was used around them.

I hadn’t realized that I was limping until Alex stopped the caravan.

“Tink,” he rounded on her and I almost decked him until I heard his next words. “Your little joke is over.”

She flushed, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Alex turned to me while running an impatient hand through his black curls, “Tinkerbell sprinkled all of us with pixie dust before the climb so that our bodies would be up for the walk. You obviously didn’t have the same consideration. You are walking like your balls are raw and for the record, your feet are bleeding.”

Tinkerbell let out a horrified gasp, “I didn’t know that you were bleeding!”

I tried to change the subject, “It doesn’t matter.”

But it did. She had deliberately done this. I didn’t know if she was trying to make me angry or punish me, but I knew how I needed to respond.

Without another word, I began walking again in the direction that we were assigned.

“That man has balls of steel,” I heard Charlie whisper to Alex.

I didn’t have balls of steel and I was certain that my feet were not the only area to be bleeding. But I wasn’t going to give on this one. I could have fixed it and most likely would. But I couldn’t let Tinkerbell see that she hurt me.

It was another three hours before we saw smoke over the horizon.

We had come upon a stream and everyone had refilled their canteens. I gingerly put my feet in the water and hissed as the cold river soothed my torn flesh.

I felt someone approach, but I was too tired to turn around.

“I’m sorry.”

Her whispered apology coated me better than any medicine. I looked up, “I’m not angry.”

Tinkerbell looked hesitant, “I should have protected you. I was selfish and wanted to teach you a lesson.”

I nodded, “I thought it might be something like that. You have every right to be upset with me. I suppose allowing me to get a true glimpse of what trekking through Neverland is like won’t hurt me.”

Her chin wobbled, “But it did hurt you.”

I motioned for her to sit by me, “I have found that avoiding all the difficult parts of life had me leading a very dull existence. Sometimes one had to taste the pain to enjoy the pleasure, isn’t that what the bard said?”

Her mouth lifted in a half smile, “Something like that. Puck, I don’t understand what you are doing? I thought if I gave you enough time you would fly off the handle like you always do.”

“Like I used to do,” I gently corrected, “I am strong, Tinkerbell. I can withstand your challenges, if that is what you need to trust me again.”

“I don’t know if I will ever trust you,” her whispered words sliced through me, causing more pain than the arduous journey we had been on.

“I still have to try,” I responded, as I looked out across the forest of Neverland wondering if I was a fool to have come here.

Lord knew that I was the king of fools in so many ways.

“Will you allow me to heal you?” she asked tentatively.

It was a task I could have easily done myself. But her willingness to help me touched something deep inside of me.

“Please,” I muttered.

She walked over to me, her hands glowing bright with pixie dust. Tink started with my head and shoulders. She coated my chest and I felt the muscles easing and the pain diminishing. She stopped at my stomach and blushed as she brought her hands around to hold over my cock and balls.

The warmth from her hands combined with the healing dust had me groaning deep in my throat.

Tink swallowed hard and I saw her nipples pebble beneath her satin top. She stared into my eyes for a fraction too long and it was then that I knew she wasn’t impervious to me. I still had a chance.

Slowly she made her way into the stream as she coated my legs and then my feet. I reached out and picked her up out of the stream. With a wave of my hand she was instantly dry.

Tink turned and before I could even think she kissed my cheek, “Thank you.”

She turned and was off, and I was left there with a hard-on and the biggest smile that had crossed my face in centuries.