You're at the ship

"Peter! I'd know that scream anywhere!" Tinkerbell squeaks and flies off you, getting out of Tiger Lily's grip as if she wasn't being held there at all. You watched as a trail of golden pixie dust flies off her in a cloud, her body shedding cum like a stripper exploding out of a glitter factory. Tiger Lily slides up your body as you keep heading toward the ship, still flying. The urgency that Tinkerbell took off with took some of the iron out of your rod and took the edge off cumming for the moment. The heat of the Indian princess's body against yours threatened to return it almost immediately though. The heat coming out of the junction of her thighs was insane and she was still soaked.

Even as another cream cut through the night, you felt her thighs tangle around your hips and the wetness flowed from her crotch to yours, making your dick throb.

"That doesn't sound like..."

Another scream, this one was more drawn out. Longer. Lustier.

"No, it sounds like..."

And the two of you watched as Tinkerbelle stopped at the rear windows of Hook's immense galleon. And she started glowing with more pixie dust almost immediately...as you two rushed down to see what she was seeing.