No, she's here for you

That same, surprisingly impressive voice resounds through the creek bed and clearing again. "Pan, Ms. Darling, and our new guest, you will stay. The rest of you will give the Queen and her court privacy."

It was like the words caused the manifestation of the area clearing out. It was a **** of sheer will. It was not a request, it was not a command; it was power that bespoke attention and respect as if disobeying was completely out of the question. Hell, even your erection started to subside, but only just barely. All three of you were trying to cover yourselves to have some degree of modesty and respect for the Queen of Fairies.

"Peter, or shall we call you Petra now? You have made a wish. Neverland has granted that wish." came a voice from the blue ball of Queen Clarion. The glow started to fade and you could see a figure in it; a figure roughly the size of a Barbie Doll, sporting the buxom, hour glass figure of someone who was built for fucking and then spent a lot of time maintaining that figure while still keeping her body trim and fit. That got your cock stirring again and you clasped hands in front of yourself to cover it up.

"Peter, please, my Queen," Peter said, a little more feminity creeping into her voice than when you first found her and the lost boys maybe 15 minutes ago. "I am," she started to say and then shivered with her whole body, her toes curling in her shoes as she came again. "I am honored to hear Neverland has granted my wish." And she shivered again.

"Ms. Darling," the Queen stated, the luminescent sphere around her fading enough you could tell she also had long blonde hair and if she was wearing anything, it was so thin it was transparent. That made your dick jump.

"My Queen," Wendy said and curtsied, the action making her lift her dress up high enough that she flashed her pussy to the Queen and her guards as she bent at the knee.

"Always a pleasure to have you in Neverland, Ms. Darling. You did not make a wish. Is there anything I can do for you as a guest from another kingdom?"

"No, my Queen," Wendy said with a respectful now of her head. "I do appreciate the offer, and I thank you for receiving me," she added, bending at her knees again, flashing the Queen and her entourage again. This time she left her dress up, her muff and soaked, puffy pussy lips on display.

The Queen noticed. Looked. Kept looking. It was like she had to tear her gaze away to you.

"And our newest guest. You will walk with me," she commanded. With a gesture, her four purple glowing guards split off and two went to Peter, two to Wendy. You started moving, your hands moving naturally with your gait, and immediately, your cock sprang up in front of you. Peter moaned in lust, Wendy giggled. The Queen arched a blonde eyebrow and you saw the barest hint of a wolfish grin on her face.