She is yours.

Your hands move to Peter's hips, which immediately begin to instinctually gyrate on yours, keeping your cock hard and lodged in her pussy, keeping your load of swimmers inside her as well.

"You are mine, Peter," you say clearly. All she can do is bite her lip and moan in response. "The Prince of Neverland is mine." Peter nods as she starts rising and falling in little strokes on your still-rampant cock.

"I am yours," she breathlessly whispers. You feel something, some sort of a tingle that seems to come from all around you.

"Say it again, Peter," you say firmly.

"Oh fucking hell!" she mews. "I am yours. I am yours now and forever!" she says louder, her hips swaying with more intensity. "I surrender completely to you, just don't ever stop fucking me!" she cries out, the beginning of an orgasm already starting to wash back over her.

"You are mine, Peter. I own you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" she pants. You're not sure if she's starting to cum or agreeing or both. The tingling sensation is growing, as if you're being surrounded by warmth. You swear you can hear the soft tinkling of bells all around you.

"Say it, Peter," you say firmly, thrusting your hips up.

"You! Fucking! Own! Me!" she screams as she pounds her pussy up and down on your cock. There's a clap of thunder and all of the Lost Boys gasp, Wendy gasps, even Tiger Lily gasps, but Peter just starts to cum. And cum. And cum; her cunt milking your cock for every inch of your meat it can swallow and every drop of cum that you'll be erupting into her as she gushes and squirts all over you.

You think you can hold out for another few seconds...