A wish

Peter's deepest darkest wish was just made. A blue ball floats up the river, the size of a basketball, surrounded by several smaller glowing balls that are a deep purple. Part of you sadly watchesthe hot little Indian princess disappear into the bush, her bath interrupted. You're right on the cusp of blowing into Peter's spasming cunt.

The Lost Boys don't seem to register what you're doing to their leader, but Wendy does, and she can't take her eyes off of Peter, or the quivering pound of flesh being impaled by your pussy-soaked cock.

"It's the fairy queen," rises a hushed whisper from the Lost Boys.

"Queen Clarion," rises another chorus of hushed whispers.

"Peter, I never knew...." Wendy says, licking her lips. There's a deep blush over her visible skin, and your breathing is fast and shallow. She licks her lips again, not being able to take her eyes from her friend's pussy and your rod.

"Queen... Can't see me like this...." pants Peter. You are so close to coming, but you managed to hold back and pull your dick out of the leader of the Lost Boys. Both of you get your pants up just in time to hear the trumpet fanfare are the Queen's escorts.

"Oh Peter, if I'd have known," Wendy whispered as if in a trance.

"Her Royal Majesty, Clarion, Queen of all Fairy," bellowed surprisingly large voice from a fairy that could have been no larger then a Ken doll.