The Demon Archer - OUAT Meripan Fanfic

I'll Be Your Gravity

I'll be your gravity,
You be my oxygen.
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{WARNING}
{SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD READ AT YOUR OWN RISK}
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The fiery-haired girl smirked darkly at the groan that had slipped out of Pan by her actions. "Oh we're just getting started," she purred, her eyes narrowing in anticipation. "Boys leave us!" She snapped, glancing up at the pack of Lost Boys. They all obeyed quickly, scattering into the surrounding forests. Pan regained his breath, his eyes flashing as he glared up at the girl that still straddled him. "A game," he growled. "A battle of strength and passion." Merida cocked a brow at him. "Interesting choice," she mused. "Very well, Peter. Impress me." The princess smirked and let him up. He got to his feet, a wicked gleam entering his emerald green eyes. In an instant, he appeared in front of her, pushing her back as his mouth captured her own and his hands roamed her body, claiming her as his own. She grinned and hungrily kissed him back, nipping at his lip before letting their tongues dance together as Pan deepened the kiss. Their breathing came fast and heavy as she suddenly transported them to Pan's tent; their hands all over each other as they each stripped each other in a haze of lust, thinking only of one thing. She shoved him onto the bed before she pounced upon him again, her normally blue eyes far too dark. "Oh no Mer...this is my game," Pan chuckled harshly, using his weight to flip them so he was pinning her firmly to the bed. She writhed beneath him as she still tried to gain control even in her vulnerable position. His nails dug into her pale wrists as he pinned them above her, using his spare hand to travel agonizingly slow down her chest until he reached the band of her last piece of clothing. "Get on with it," she hissed, still trying to wrench from his grip. "Someone's getting impatient," he retorted, raising an eyebrow at her, his eyes gleaming as he pulled the offending piece of clothing down her legs and carelessly tossed it elsewhere. "Bastard," the red-haired girl growled. "If you- ahhhhh," Her words ended in an unwilling moan as Pan slipped two fingers inside her and curled them ever so slightly, making her arch her back.
"I'd hate to think you were going to threaten me before I cut you off, love" he whispered as he leaned over her and ran his lips over her exposed neck, expertly finding her sweet spot and starting to mark the soft skin there. Merida's breath started coming in pants as she tried to hold back the moans, his fingers moving at an unbearable rhythm. "Bloody bastard," she forced out, biting back another moan as she finally wrenched one of her hands free and used it to shove Pan off her. Rolling on top of him, she ground her hips down onto his, feeling his hard length press against her soaking core. Her eyes flickered black as his groan reached her ears, making the redhead chuckle with dark amusement. His hands found her waist, gripping it tight and likely leaving bruises in the process; not that either of them cared. Slowly she lowered herself down onto his length, gasping slightly at the sensation before steadily rocking her hips into his. A groan left his lips at the feeling and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, giving Merida the opportunity to scrape her fingernails down his torso, leaving a few drops of blood glistening in the light of the lantern. The pain just intensified the pleasure for the boy, whose breath was coming in heavy pants as they moved together. She sped up the pace, almost bringing them both over the edge until suddenly she stopped, flashing a smirk at Pan. Their eyes met and the boy instantly took the invitation. Flipping them over so he was on top, he kissed her roughly, his hand dropping and rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His harsh movements made her arch her back, a small whine leaving her as she broke away from the kiss. "You'll have to do more than that to impress me," she chuckled breathlessly. The boy just smirked and gave her no warning as he slammed into her, making her involuntarily cry out and sink her teeth into her lip. His hand gripped the edge of the bed frame, the entire bed rocking with every thrust. He arched his back as she ran her hands down it, leaving a few bloody furrows that stung with the sweat that was rolling off both their bodies. His muscles stood out as he held himself above her, every thrust driving himself deeper in her. They moved together as one, their moans filling the small tent as they fulfilled their raw desire.
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In the morning, Merida was gone, and all that remained proof of the last night was the scratch marks crisscrossing Pan's torso. He smiled slightly, knowing that this wasn't over yet. The demon in her had reawakened the dark side of him that he'd locked away many years ago, and now there was no turning back. This had been her acceptance of his offer to work together, and now all he had to do was to find her again.