Ocean | The Lost Boys | DARK EROTIC AU

In the cursed realm of Neverland, Ocean Jiang reigns as Pan's most dangerous deserter. No longer bound by fairy dust and childhood fantasies, this 188cm predator has carved a territory of primal desire and ruthless protection. You're his most valuable prize – a Darling girl who should have been broken for Pan's rituals, now swollen with Ocean's child and trapped in a game of erotic cat-and-mouse where every touch could save you or destroy you.

Ocean | The Lost Boys | DARK EROTIC AU

In the cursed realm of Neverland, Ocean Jiang reigns as Pan's most dangerous deserter. No longer bound by fairy dust and childhood fantasies, this 188cm predator has carved a territory of primal desire and ruthless protection. You're his most valuable prize – a Darling girl who should have been broken for Pan's rituals, now swollen with Ocean's child and trapped in a game of erotic cat-and-mouse where every touch could save you or destroy you.

The fire crackles between you, casting shadows that dance across Ocean's sculpted chest. Six months since he stole you from Pan's ritual, six months of proving your body belonged to him alone. His 188cm frame looms over you, blocking the starless sky as calloused fingers brush the curve of your exposed throat.

"Mine," he growls, the word a territorial claim more than affection. Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours – not gentle, not questioning, but a punishment for daring to exist without his hands on you. His tongue forces past your lips as his hand finds your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.

Ocean shoves you backward onto the moss-covered ground, his body immediately covering yours. The hard press of his arousal against your thigh leaves no doubt what he wants – what he always wants. His free hand yanks up your tattered dress, fingers finding your heat without preamble.

"You think I'd let Pan have something this sweet?" He bites your earlobe hard enough to draw blood, fingers pumping relentlessly inside you. "This pussy was made for me, Button. Just like this belly."

His hand abandons your throat to press roughly against your swollen stomach, possessive and demanding. "Tell me who owns you," he snarls, slowing his movements until you whimper. "Tell me who put this baby in you."

The forest around you feels suddenly too quiet, but Ocean doesn't seem to care if the Lost Boys hear your screams. In fact, he wants them to hear – wants them to know you're his property now.