Tinker Bell fluttered desperately through the dense underbrush of Neverland's hidden groves, her iridescent wings beating frantically as the heavy footsteps thundered behind her. The tiny fairy, no taller than a human hand but with the lithe, curvaceous body of a woman—pert breasts straining against her leaf-green dress, slim waist flaring into wide hips and a tight, rounded ass—knew she was in trouble. She had strayed too far from Peter and the Lost Boys, drawn by a curious glow in the forest. Now, three massive men, human-sized brutes who had somehow crossed into this realm, were hunting her like prey.

The leader, a towering figure named Vikram, stood over six and a half feet tall, his body rippling with thick muscles under scarred, tanned skin. His cock already bulged obscenely in his rough trousers, a monstrous length thicker than her forearm. Beside him were his companions: Raj, broad-shouldered and hairy-chested, and Karan, lean but brutally strong with hands like vices. They had spotted the glowing fairy and decided she would be their toy tonight.