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She's here for the worst reasons. Dented pride and spite. Peter has shoved her aside yet again, and never even sees that she is a full women, even if she is barely two fingers high. He takes her for granted and barely notices her presence. Not to mention how childish he behaves all the time, especially when she would need someone more grown up. But no. Not Peter. He'll forever be the manchild just barely grown out of “girl-coochies”. As if. Captain Hook is quite a different calibre. Yes, sure, he is far from nice. But at least he is happy to see her, even if it is for all the wrong reasons. He is now too. Impolitely as always he has caught her in a big glass mug and threatens not to let her out. But Tinkerbell is not worried. She has something to bargain. Something he cannot get anywhere else on the island. Nor can she. “Captain, what would you think of me jerking you off?” Of course Hook isn't convinced. Men are rarely imaginative enough. But he disinterested. His eyes never leave her and there is a questioning air to this look. “How would you do that?” Tinkerbell straightens her whole little body proudly. “All you need to do is let me and your dick out for a play. Then you'll find out.” “And after?” “If I succeed you let me go. I may even come back, if I like it too.” Hook is not an idiot, he closes all windows to keep her from fleeing early; not that she would want to. He definitely made a decision. Now it's only the specifics. “I could keep you anyway and make you do it again and again.” “You can't and you wouldn't let me near your private parts when I am angry.” He nods, acknowledging both her statement and the pure threatening potential of a furious fairy. “All good and well. Uhm... Tinkerbell.” “That's my name.” She smiles and looks suggestively at his mid riff. “I cannot undress you.” Captain Hook is smart enough to understand and oblige her without complaint, exposing a magnificent cock, impressive to her even while it's still flaccid. She had hoped for a bit more interest, but maybe he is just confused and will find some excitement soon enough. Then at last he sets her free, lifting the thick glass off from over her head. Tinkerbell stretches her wings and nods in acknowledgement. “You did the right thing.” She flutters over to him and at first he looks doubtful, alarmed even. But what can a little fairy do, can she? Well, she can hug his cock with both her arms and slide down the length, until she is right at the tip. Hook groans at the feeling, though his eyes on her are not fully convinced. But Tinkerbell has barely started. She runs her hands over the delicate skin under the foreskin and tickles the slit there. She has to stretch to reach the sensitive edge of the gland, but it's worth it. Hook's eyes fall shut for the first time and his cock twitches and starts to fill up quickly. Soon enough she doesn't have to halfway dive under the foreskin. His cock stretches towards her, as if it can't await the attention. Now it is a good thing, fairy hands are so small, she can reach him everywhere, tickling and caressing and doing so much for him he could never do himself. Hook is rock-hard in no time at all. It is a good thing, really. Her wings are not made for long flight and they are tiring. Now that he is hard, she can flutter around and take seat on this great exemplary for male prowess. It's good for him, now not just her arms but also her legs slide up and down his length, it's good for her too... Stretched around him, she can rub her little fairy pussy all over him and feel the roughness of human skin, smell the muskiness of masculinity all over him, practically drenching her. Hook is not really a beautiful man. Too old, too hairy, too scruffy, worn down by fate and time. But his cock... few could sport such a handsome piece. Tinkerbell can't get enough of it and slides up and down and up again with eager intensity. When she looks up, he is still watching her, but his face has changed. Doubt was replaced by wonder that in turn now fails to hold back need. Already his jaw drops and he pants, as her nimble hands and feet massage him with all her strength, while she rides him as if his cock was a firework rocket, and she about to take off. Oh, this is great, this is spite and revenge and excitement and relief rolled up in one great experience and she is not even done. She can feel his every move below her, she can feel the blood pulse in his cock, and every heartbeat now tickles her little cunt and drives her closer to the edge. This is perfect and she both wants it to reach its natural climax and to last forever. Since she can have only one, though, she works for it and she works hard, sliding her whole body all over his cock, fast and eager. She even licks the skin, though she is not sure he will notice that, given how small she is in comparison. But the look is sure nice. Then whitish cum erupts from the tip and shots all over front of his cabin drawer, leaving dripping remnants on the carved wood. It looks like the tail of the rocket she thought about before and it really feels like riding a lightning, a fiery star, a piece of firework. It's exhilarating and it makes her come like she hasn't before. Breathlessly she lets go and flutters away, barely making it to the surface of the drawer. “So...” She wished she could say more, but she is a bit short of breath just now. “So, I'd like you to stay, little thing.” He is breathless too, Captain Hook, but also possessive. “No,” Tinkerbell decides and folds her arms in front of her. “If you try to cage me in, I won't ever do that again.” “But?” Hook is still not stupid. Even blissed out he can still see, she is not completely off-put. “But if you honour our agreement, so will I. Every now and then I'll come by and we can have a repeat performance.” Tinkerbell thought she would have to argue. But instead Hook simply opens the window. “See you soon.”