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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Lydia_Martin, Stiles_Stilinski_(short_appearance)
  Additional Tags:
      Drugs_Made_Them_Do_It, Figging, Vaginal_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of Three_little_saplings_and_the_big_bad_wolf
  Collections:
      Mating_Games:_The_Teen_Wolf_Pornation_Extras
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-05 Words: 7018
****** How to make trees grow ******
by Barbayat
Summary
     Peter is still raising his tree little Nemeton saplings and Lydia
     didn't really want to come and help Peter with this recipe but it
     just happened and then the recipe turned out to be a success of sorts
     ....
Notes
     Not beta-read (will change) second part of a trilogy
School was almost out, Lydia was putting some of her books into her locker and
got after school handbag out. After she had switched the essentials, she
noticed that her lipstick could use some freshening up. So she closed the
locker and headed to the girl’s restroom. On her way, she passed the chemistry
classroom and stopped when she heard someone moving flasks.
Lydia knew that Mrs. Arbuckle, their substitute teacher, had left two periods
earlier, so she wondered who it was. A year ago, she might have simply ignored
it and walked on, but she had changed. Ignoring things had always come back to
bite her and so she decided to take a peak. As she pushed the door open, she
heard the noise stop.
Against her better judgement, Lydia walked into the room. There was nobody to
be seen, but she felt that someone was there. Maybe it was just another
student, intend on playing a prank, she thought. Her instincts told her, it was
something else, but there was also a curiosity and the distinct lack of feeling
threatened that made her close the door.
“I know you’re here,” she said.
There was no reply, so Lydia decided to explore the obvious hiding place behind
the teacher’s desk or maybe in the adjoining supply room, since the door was
ajar. That also was highly unusual as these were usually locked. After the
first few slow steps, she decided to stop being silly and sped up.
Her heels clacked on the ground and she decided to pull open the door. When she
peeked inside the room it was utterly empty.
“Curiosity killed the cat,” a familiar voice whispered suddenly into her ear.
She let out a gasp and tried to jump away, but just as quickly as Peter had
appeared behind her, he grabbed her and silenced her with one hand over her
mouth, the other tightly pressing her against him. He moved them towards the
storage. It happened so fast, that even when he briefly let go of her she
didn’t manage to slip away.
All she managed was to turn, just not far enough to knee him in the balls.
“Shh,” he said and pointed beyond the door.
Someone else was entering the classroom and Lydia calmed down a bit. As soon as
he let go of her, she whispered. “Who is it?”
“I think the janitor, he looked the door,” Peter said and smiled down at her.
“Looks like he missed what you didn’t.”
“What are you doing?” she asked, now with the appropriate volume and hostility.
“I need to find a few things,” he grinned at her. “Strange that you’d be the
one to find me. Could that be fate?”
“More like my bad luck day,” Lydia crossed her arms.
“If you help me find the items I need, I’d be gone that much faster,” Peter
pointed out.
The best thing would be to try and find Scott or Isaac and get them to throw
Peter out of the school, it certainly wasn’t to help him steal equipment from
their High school laboratory. Lydia was also curious what he was up to now.
“What do you need this stuff for, why from here?”
“I have found this interesting recipe for a plant fertilizer,” he said,
sounding like he was keeping something important to himself. “I just need a few
flask, a burner and some other item so I can prepare it properly.”
“Trying a new batch or has your blood actually kept those things alive?” Lydia
wouldn’t be surprised if they died but at the same time, the way they had
reacted to the blood had been impressive.
“You should come by one of these days and a take a look, you’d be impressed,”
Peter smirked. “I’ve got quite the green thumb.”
“I wouldn’t let you look after my cactus,” she said unimpressed.
He looked hurt, but she knew it was an act, Peter had not reacted to far more
serious slights. “Once I’ve decided on doing something, I do it well, I’d be
happy to prove that to you.”
“Hmm, I don’t have a cactus.”
Leaning down to her, he whispered with a suggestive tone: “I was thinking more
about attending your … flower.”
Lydia rolled her eyes. “You’re not getting anywhere near my flower.”
“Your loss,” he said and finally backed off two steps.
There was something about his casual flirting and his lame innuendos that upset
her. Lydia felt her cheeks slightly flushed and realised that however stupid
and hopeless his comments were she was still thinking about it. Shaking the
image of Peter burying his head between her legs off, she decided to play
along.
“What are you looking for?”
“You mean apart from the obvious?” Peter noticed her displeased gaze and
quickly came to the point. “A mobile burner, a couple of flasks, some test
tubes, a digital scale … some rods.”
“So a basic lab kit,” Lydia concluded. “That must be an interesting recipe for
fertilizer if it involves a burner.”
Peter tilted his head. “It’s for very special plants.”
“There boxes on the shelf over there, get one,” she instructed him as she began
to open the cabinet doors to collect the needed items.
After Peter brought her the box, she sent him to fetch the rods and a safety
goggle. Finally, to get the scale from the teacher’s desk, when he returned she
was packing up the stand with the test tubes.
“I hope you plan on returning them once you’re done.”
“Well you can do that,” he looked at her amused.
“I’m not coming with you!” Lydia said angrily, “even if I was, what am I,
you’re cleaning lady?”
“So you want me to come back?” Peter smiled when he saw her pout.
It was just like him to twist things around. “Petty theft, why I am not
surprised.”
“You’re my accomplice,” he pointed out, making her want to slap his face until
his smug grin was gone. “Since you’re anyway going to be here Monday, I thought
it would be no effort for you to drop things off, if you care so much about a
few flasks.”
“I have no intention to stop by the loft,” Lydia reminded him.
The strange thing was, she really wanted to know what he was going to do with
the items and what kind of recipe he was mixing together. The plants of course,
she had thought about what he said he wanted to do and Lydia couldn’t help but
think if he was serious that it might actually work.
“If you don’t intend to come along,” Peter paused dramatically and then reached
into the box and held up the safety goggles. “Why did you make me pack these?”
Lydia’s mouth drop for a second, then she sighed. “Just being thorough.”
“You don’t need to be afraid of me.”
“I’m not!” she protested.
“I wonder why your heart beats so frantically, maybe you’re not afraid of me,
but just don’t trust yourself to be alone with me,” he said, closing in on her.
“Get of my space,” Lydia shot him down immediately.
It worked, he did stop and took that one step too many back.
“Very well, but just because I think someone should keep an eye on you and
those plants!”
 
They snuck out and she insisted on taking her own car, thoughtfully she texted
Stiles that she was going to the Loft. She wasn’t stupid enough to simply go
with Peter, but part of her wanted to prove to herself that she wasn’t scared
of him and that she had no reason not to trust herself with him. As she has
told him: he wasn’t that hot.
Lydia had developed a thing for werewolves, but currently she had her own
werewolf boy toy, even though lately Aiden wasn’t around nearly as much as
she’d like him to be. She parked her car under a street light, since Derek
place wasn’t in the best neighbourhood. Peter had arrived a bit earlier,
driving far more reckless than she did.
The moment she left the car, he appeared beside it. “Shall we go upstairs or do
you want to wait until your friends show up?”
So he expected her to call, but he had no idea whom she had called.
“No, we can get started.”
He didn’t say anything and lead the way to the elevator, carrying the box with
ease. Once they reached the right floor, Lydia’s gaze was instantly drawn to
the plants. They were in bigger pots, each as high as her boots, the little
Nemetons reaching up to her waist.
“It has been ten days.”
Lydia stepped closer and looked at the first tree, housed in an ugly blue pot
with yellow stars painted on it. Clearly, the selection in that size hadn’t
been that great or Peter had robbed them from a kindergarten. He clearly had no
problems with that, the box he put on the kitchen counter proof of it.
“I’ve been taking good care of them,” Peter said proudly and fondled the leaves
of another Nemeton sapling.
“Just with your blood?” she asked, despite fearing the answer.
“Mostly,” he replied and smiled at her, “don’t worry, I haven’t strung up
anyone to bleed them out.”
The thing was, this place had two people being violently murdered here, Lydia
had the feeling if one more had died here it would probably not even register
on her banshee-dar. It was kind of impressive how the trees had grown and just
as disturbing to think there were three growing, healthy Nemetons at Peter’s
disposal.
Ignoring his assurances, she went straight to the important question. “You
really expect me to believe, that you just want to use them to destroy the
Nemeton?”
“You’re a smart girl, Lydia, why don’t I show you what I plan to do and then
you decide.”
He smirked and when she gave him a skeptical look, he added: “On the map.”
Lydia shook her head and walked over to the table, where Peter spread out the
same map he had folded into his pocket the first time they had found him with
he plants. It was a map of Beacon Hills and the markings on it indicated spots
that were familiar. When she looked at the names next to the red circles she
recognised them instantly: Jennifer’s victims.
“All these spots are on power lines, that way Jennifer could sacrifice to the
tree without actually revealing it’s position,” he explained, running his
finger over the map. “Here, here,” he pointed out, “and here. These three spots
are all the same distance from each other and the Nemeton.”
Part of her wondered if she was right to feel wary about everything he said,
but part of her expected where this was going. Lydia could follow his reasoning
and she thought it theory was worth testing. It was just the nagging feeling
that he held something back and if they gave him the benefit of the doubt it
would backfire big time.
“What I propose is, that once these trees are ready, we take them to these
spots, allow them to make contact with the ground at the same time,” he raised
his hands, “it should make them absorb energy from the Nemeton.”
“You think they’ll each take a quarter of its powers?” Lydia wondered.
Peter nodded. “They are the same plant, they already absorb a tiny amount of
power, it stands to reason that once they are big enough, they’d be able to
take away more. If not then what could go wrong, they can’t generate their own
power and what little I gave them won’t make the Nemeton any stronger.”
Lydia shook her head, she wasn’t as convinced but she also wondered how bad
trying could be, maybe they should talk to Deaton about this after all. Peter
needed at least two helpers, but who was to say he couldn’t arrange for that
without them. It was better to keep an eye on him.
“But they aren’t quite strong enough yet anyway, are they?” she said.
“Hence me trying out this recipe,” Peter went over to the kitchen counter. “I
found it in a really old book, in weird Latin dialect, either way for slightly
magical plants, it seems fitting to use a slightly magical fertilizer.”
Lydia followed and saw that next to the box lay a notepad that had a recipe
scribbled onto it.
“1 spoon of saltpeter
bone meal from large bone of a recently deceased animal
1 essence of nightshade
4 large potatoes (peeled and ground)
2 dozen Alfalfa flowers pedals
3 cups pure spring water
1 pinch of rosemary
3 teaspoons of olive oil
2 spoons of honey
ginger root peels
Heat over flame, boil for few minutes”
 
“That will never do anything,” Lydia pointed out.
Peter looked at her. “Then there’s no harm in trying it out, is there?”
A year ago she’d be more convinced this was indeed utter nonsense, but after
all that had happened, Lydia had to see for herself. She wasn’t going to let
Peter intimidate her. She certainly didn’t want to appear insecure. “Do you
have the ingredients?”
“I do,” he said and began to open cupboards and get some entirely unmagical
looking plastic containers - cheap tupperware knock-offs - from them.
One label read bonemeal, another saltpeter. There were smaller boxes with
rosemary, alfalfa and nightshade. A small bottle of olive oil and a plastic jar
of honey that stood on it’s head followed. “The other stuff is in the fridge,”
he smiled. “I did prepare as much as I could.”
“I can’t to see this not working,” Lydia said and opened the box. “Let’s set
this up.”
It didn’t took her long to set up the burner, the stand and one of the taller
flasks. She laid a glass rod out to stir. “You could probably heat all of that
in a kitchen pot,” she remarked.
“Ah but this way one can observe better,” Peter replied. “Seeing the effect
isn’t the same as seeing it work.”
Lydia had to agree with it, science was important to her and she still valued
it as a way to make sense of reality. It just happened to be that all those
werewolf and druid things didn’t exactly lent themselves to research. If she
was ever going to figure out her powers, she needed to find patterns in what
activated them or amplified them.
“Did it say anything about the order of the ingredients?” Lydia wondered.
“Not that I noticed,” he replied. “I suggest we start with the water, add the
bone meal and the other ingredients. Leave the pedals, peels and oil for last
as they won’t mingle anyway - and the saltpeter.”
That was how she’d do it as well. “Okay, I’ll add. You start on the potatoes.”
Peter didn’t say anything but got to work, which Lydia really appreciated, he
probably knew he’d better not expect her to go about this. It was looked
exhausting at any rate, when Peter put them into a mortar and started to squash
them. He was still not done when the potatoes were all that was left, apart
from the items they wanted to add last.
“I’ll start the burner on a low flame, after everything is together we can
always see if it needs to be much higher,” she decided.
Peter looked slightly annoyed by his task, but when she looked at him, he
suddenly looked up and smiled. “Still believe this isn’t going to work?”
“Fairly certain,” Lydia rolled her eyes. “This recipe is about as magical as
borscht.”
“Care to bet on it?” he asked if it was a small thing.
It was a clear challenge, one that she knew she should ignore. She stared at
him. “What do you have in mind?”
“If the recipe does its job…” Peter trailed off, trying to make it sound
ominous, “allow me to take you to dinner.”
“Hmm,” Lydia pursed her lips. “What do I get if it doesn’t work?”
He shrugged, clearly interested in a bargain, he repeated her question. “What
do you have in mind?”
Lydia wondered if she really wanted to play his game, but if she was honest she
could use the distraction. If it worked, having dinner with him wasn’t too
horrible a price to pay. She was already feeling pretty proud of herself or not
letting him intimidate her, that she got a rather fun idea. It was far from
those horrible thoughts she had earlier this year.
“Well, I’ve got this pool party this weekend and while Allison agreed to help
me clean up the place, I’d ask you to help out as well.”
“With Allison there?” he asked.
“Are you scared?” Lydia couldn’t help but grin at the thought.
Peter clearly wasn’t comfortable with meeting Allison, but she could tell he
didn’t want to seem like he was scared of her either. “I think she’ll prefer
not to see me.”
In a way. Lydia knew she was missing a chance to get back at him, but part of
her wasn’t really sure if trying to make it truly nasty was really going to
make her feel better. Imagining how she’d get back at him had always left her
feeling cold and ugly. She’d rather did something silly that was only slightly
embarrassing but more fun for her. Besides she hadn’t gotten to the good part,
where this would get entertaining for her.
“Oh, two more more things,” she added, “we’ll dine at a public place and when
you help clean up the place, you’ll be doing it naked.”
It was so hard to resist the urge to grin like a mad monkey when she saw
Peter’s face. He hadn’t expected it and was obviously not sure if he should
take that as a compliment or be just freaked out. Naturally, he decided to view
it as praise.
“Deal, it’s either public dinner in a Restaurant or me, you and Allison having
some naked fun,” he smiled. “Maybe that endears her more to me.”
She rolled her eyes at him, he could be so impossible. “I wouldn’t expect any
offers for her eighteenth birthday striptease.”
Lydia briefly thought she might have asked Allison first but figured her friend
could handle naked werewolves even better than herself with all the fighting
skills she had. Looking for something to distract herself with, Lydia reached
for the ginger root and began peeling it.
Peter was finally done with the potatoes and came around to her side, adding
the ground mess to the flask which wasn’t having much more room.
“I can see you’ve some expertise with peeling ginger roots,” he said, leaning
closer to her.
It wasn’t embarrassment that made her flush but anger that Peter seemed to have
spotted another detail about her personal life he should’ve no business
knowing.
“So - what?” she looked up at him, shocked how close their faces where.
He lingered before stepping back and throwing up his hands. “Nothing, but I
shall treasure the thought.”
“A guy your age shouldn’t be thinking where I put- what I do with ginger.”
Lydia realised this was exactly what he was wondering about. Peter knew how
inappropriate it was. She had to be insane if she expected better from a guy
who had casually killed half a dozen people without remorse. He had this way to
act so normal that even knowing this, it was so easy to just talk with him.
“Actually, I’m more wondering preference, I’m pretty sure, you tried it all,”
with that he reached for the peels and threw them in.
“You Hales really should mind your own sex life more,” Lydia told him and
opened the box with the alfalfa flowers, then ripped the petals off with gusto.
Peter grabbed a spoon and took care of the oil, while she stepped back to look
at the potion. It was a very vile looking mix, it needed more stirring. “I’d
think it should be mixed better - don’t you?”
“Probably,” he agreed after looking at it. “Want to add the saltpeter while I
stir?”
“I think I’ve done enough,” Lydia crossed her arms.
With a shrug, he picked up the glass rod and began mixing the ingredients
together. He achieved a remarkable speed as he moved the rod in circles, making
her wonder how much of his old strength and speed he had regained.
“I think we can heat this up a bit more,” he turned his head to look at her,
“still insist on being the one to play with fire?”
Lydia smiled, putting it this way, she couldn’t help but stepping closer again.
She was aware that it was what he wanted but some invitations couldn’t be
denied. Part of her was still wary of him, but it was a small, diminishing
part. Lydia loved having fun way too much to let fear or revenge stand in the
way of it. Slowly, she dialed up the burner, while Peter finally added the
saltpeter.
“It shouldn’t take long to boil, although the peels and petals might need a
moment longer,” Lydia realised.
“Time to clean up this mess, then.”
With that he went to pack up the remaining ingredients while she watched the
mixture heat up. It smelled badly, but she couldn’t avoid it when the steam
started to rise up. She felt warm and stepped away from the burner. Peter
joined her once he was done with cleaning the surface of the counter.
“Oh that smell,” he commented.
For a werewolf it was probably worse than for her. Lydia was thinking it didn’t
smell at all like she had expected given the nature of the ingredients. She
took another sniff, it was actually not that bad or at least for her nose.
Maybe she just got used to it.
“So for how long do you want to boil it?” she wanted to know, “I want to see
instant results - natural blood aided growth won’t count.”
“Of course not,” Peter replied but it seemed he just realised the catch on
their bet. “I think we should lower the flame a bit more, let it stew a bit.”
Lydia stepped forward and turned it down. “Won’t make one bit of a difference,
you’ll be so doing scrubbing the windows by the pool.”
“You know, if you’d want to see me naked again, I’m happy to oblige you now or
any time.”
His grin could only be described as wolfish. Lydia smiled at the thought, of
course it would be, Peter being a werewolf. Unlike the others it was sometimes
easy to forget as he wasn’t constantly wolfing out like Scott and Derek. Even
the twins were making it easy to remember.
“Given how you’re staring down my neckline - I think you’re confusing who wants
to see whom naked,” she pointed out.
“Well, you asked first,” he said taking a deep breath.
“I’d always wanted to have a good looking, naked guy clean my house, I don’t
need it to be you - I just took advantage of the moment.”
Lydia scoffed to downplay it further, but Peter wasn’t showing any sign that it
affected him. His gaze went lower to her breasts and he smirked. “I think,
you’re lying to yourself.”
“Why because my heart is beating faster?” she waved her hand about and felt the
moisture in the air against it.
Peter just smiled. “Now that you point it out, yes, you’re heart is beating
faster. Since I don’t think you’re a tease, I believe you’re are in denial.”
Despite her amusement she felt a wave of heat rush over her. This whole talk
about sex put images into her head. “Oh I do think of sex a lot - just not with
you.”
“In that case, this won’t bother you then.” Peter said and took a hold of the
seams of his shirt. Before she realised what he was doing, he pulled of shirt
and threw it carelessly onto a chair. “It’s getting hot in here.”
Lydia shook her head, glad she managed to not gape. Shirtless Peter was
somewhat distracting. Not that she was afraid to admit she liked ogling hot
men.
“The burner most certainly didn’t raise the temperature enough to warrant you
pulling off your shirt,” Lydia told him with a hint of annoyance.
“It certainly became hot enough for you to unbutton the top half of your
dress.” Peter smirked at her.
When she looked down, she noticed that he was right. Her dress was unbuttoned
down to her belt. She was too horrified to do more than gasp for a moment. No
wonder Peter had been on about her coming onto him, her undoing her dress,
revealing her bra was certainly sending the wrong message. He didn’t say
anything as she was going at it.
It was such a reminder of all the times she had done strange stuff, because he
had been in her mind making her do them. Just like with her buttons, she found
herself slapping Peter without realising she was doing it. It really hurt.
He was caught off guard but he didn’t react much. Taking her by the wrist, he
pulled her against him, running his thumb over her palm which stung from the
blow. Peter came uncomfortably close to her neck as he said - almost
whispering: “I don’t think the room is what’s gotten warmer.”
Lydia pulled her head back and swallowed. He was right, they were getting
warmer. Her whole body was reacting in a way that was very familiar to her. She
was aroused, a feeling that only seemed to grow. It put ideas into her, head
especially with Peter this close to her, it was impossible not to think about
their last kiss.
Unpleasant surprises aside, it had affected her more than she’d like to admit.
Just as the last time, she found herself giving in when Peter did lean forward
and claimed her lips. Before she knew it, her hands were holding onto his neck
to pull him closer. The kiss was frantic and needy, like a parched wanderer in
the desert finally stumbling into an oasis. Lydia felt even a bit like getting
drunk, but it felt incredibly good.
Not just the kissing, but pressing herself against him, the way his hand dug
into butt. It was everything and before she knew it her tongue slipped inside
his mouth. Lydia was so enraptured that it took her a while to realise that she
was grinding herself against the hard bulge that had formed under his jeans.
Awareness was a terrible thing, even in the midst of bliss and moving her heads
down to his chest, Lydia pressed herself away from him with all her might. It
wasn’t easy as, Peter still had a firm grab on her behind. He was either not
caring or not aware that she was pulling away as he simply bend lower and moved
his mouth over her neck down to breasts.
“Stop it,” she yelled, when that only yielded a mild hesitation on his part,
she repeated it louder and louder until, he finally let her go and pulled
himself away.
Lydia trembled, but not because of fear but because it was actually physically
uncomfortable to lose touch. Looking at the still steaming concoction on the
counter she stepped away from it.
“That’s not a fertilizer!” Lydia gasped in between words. She could not believe
how turned on she was. It was like her whole body was aching for touch, a
special needy throb between her legs, that might have caused her to seek a
doctor’s attention on any other day. It was unbelievably strong. “I hope it’s
not!”
“It said in the book: to make plants grow,” Peter, breathing just as laboured
as she, protested her implied accusation. “It didn’t mention anything about
this.”
If looks could kill, Lydia thought, Peter probably would’ve hit the floor by
now. He was hiding something or lying. “What are you not telling me?”
Peter shook his head, moaning as he most likely felt just as uncomfortable as
she was. “I only got to photograph one page, there might have been more on the
next page. Didn’t think it was though.”
“I can’t believe this!” Lydia leaned against the wall, she felt like she was
burning up.
He sighed. “It’s too late to wonder about page two, when we got to deal with
the situation as it is.”
“Then I suggest you go and take an ice-cold shower, and be quick,” she pressed
out between her teeth. “Now!”
“Sure pick the less fun solution,” he said, but moved up the stairs towards the
bathroom.
Lydia was relieved that he didn’t tried to push himself onto her, even though
her body seemed to be of a different mind about it. Panting hard she walked
over to the sofa and let herself fall onto the less than appealing looking
junkyard find. She leaned back, her button the front of the seat, legs
stretched out.
Upstairs she heard gasp together with the shower springing to life. Maybe she
should’ve gone first but her legs were feeling weak. Knowing that Peter was
busy and not likely to come back in the next seconds, she pulled her dress up
and slipped her hand into her slip. It wasn’t quite the same good feeling as
before and the more her hands pleasured her nub, the more she felt inside ache.
Her body needed to be touched as well, without much consideration for anything
her other hand took advantage of the opened dress and reached inside her bra.
She pulled her left breast free, grabbed it hard, pinched her long, hard nipple
and twisted it harder. It wasn’t much of a relief. Maybe cooling down was the
only option, extinguishing the burning lust in her with cold water. Only the
water was still running, but there was no way she was going upstairs fighting
over the spot.
“How long can it possibly take?” she yelled upstairs.
The water was turned off and minutes later, she saw naked feet and then legs
appear on the stairs. “It’s not doing anything,” Peter said, slowly pressing
each word out.
This is not happening, Lydia thought as she stared up.
The thing was she believed him that the cold water was no good. Whatever was
going on, touching herself hadn’t any effect either. The only thing that had
clearly been helping was giving in. In theory, maybe if she called Aiden and he
picked up, it might have the same effect. One might argue anyone was better,
but anyone wasn’t here.
Lydia let out a frustrated groan as she watched him slowly come down the
stairs. He was naked, wet with cool drops clinging to his body and hair, and
rock hard.
Objectively viewing the situation, having sex with Peter seemed inappropriate
as hell, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about it and found it intriguing
for that alone. Lydia had been reasonably sure she never let it come to that,
but the need to be touched, to have someone fuck her already, was so
overwhelming that she even if this had been a set up, it probably was worth it.
“Is there are reason this is taking so long?” she asked, her voice filled with
need and sweet agony.
He laughed briefly, it was also showing that he was in the same kind of pain
she experienced. His was a low growl, the words coming out slowly. “First you
can’t get me far enough away and now I’m fast enough?”
There was also annoyance in his tone but when he finally reached the couch and
stood over her, panting heaving, there was this look going on between them
which revealed he was far from happy about the way this played out. If Lydia
was honest, she was a bit frightened. It was this impersonal lust that stared
down to her, which was not about her or even him. It was frightening enough to
have it go through every fibre of her body leaving her so wanton.
Peter was a werewolf and if he still was a weaker than the others, compared to
her he was stronger, healed better and was way more enduring. He had gained a
lot of muscle mass since the last time she had seen him. If they started this,
they both knew there was a chance that all her protest might not be able to
stop him.
That possibility seemed far away. While her need and desire to feel that
gorgeous erection, staring her in the face, buried inside her was imminent.
Licking over lips, Lydia moved one of her legs around him. Her ankle brushing
against his hips, she was a bit shocked, when Peter suddenly grabbed it.
Roughly pulling her towards him, he let out a growl. It hurt her but at the
same time the touch was feeling so good. Lydia kept gasping, when she felt him
drop onto the couch, but also partially on her. With one hand on her right
breast, he used to position herself. As he brushed over her pubic hair it got
wet, as she was practical gushing with arousal.
Peter guided his hard cock against her, his breath heavy and filled with
grunts, he wasn’t wasting time anymore. Lydia gasped as he thrust inside her,
while her wetness allowed him a more smooth entry, the suddenness and his size,
made her cry out. She was gasping for air, her body trembling from the
sensation of being speared open like this, while feeling him pressed against
and inside her made her head spin with ecstasy that made the kiss earlier
seemed like nothing.
Lydia couldn’t believe how good it felt, she had always liked it rougher, but
this was like having her cake and devouring by slowly licking it off enjoying
every inch. That was without him even moving, except for his other hand closing
around her other breast. His face bend down on her neck and she exposed it even
more, letting out a satisfied sigh when she felt teeth brush against it.
While still feeling breathless and overwhelmed, she nonetheless moved her hands
over his back and her legs around his butt. Wiggling as much as the couch
offered her room. He kept holding her breasts firmly, growling almost
dangerously as he obliged her. It didn’t take look to find the perfect rhythm.
Lydia found she was able to sense what he needed even better than she did with
Jackson and with him she had hour of exploration. Here it had to be a side
effect of whatever they had inhaled. It clearly went both ways, as he kept
going at the exact spot that send her into a spiraling climax.
He only stopped once he came: Lydia found herself biting her lip, all too aware
that she wanted more, even though she was just coming down from her own long
and intense orgasm. She closed her eyes, trying to enjoy that feeling of him
filling her so perfectly as long as it lasted. Lydia felt his hips flex against
her and waited but after a few moments nothing changed.
Opening her eyes, she saw Peter, looking at her in awe and disbelief. “I hope
it’s just as potent as a fertilizer.”
Lydia grinned, whatever he really felt about this, she was certainly getting
what she wanted. “This time I get to be on top.”
 
Without ever really losing much contact, they moved until was sitting
comfortably on the couch, his erection coated with her juices, standing up as
firmly as when he had gotten out of the shower. Lydia took her time, straddling
him she lowered herself slowly, savouring every shudder she coaxed out of him.
She also enjoyed feeling his dick more clearly as it pressed against her
strained walls. It was such a delightful feeling.
While she was focusing on riding him, making every move count, Peter left more
noticeable love bites on her neck and shoulder, sometimes biting - without
breaching skin - but also sucking on sensitives spots almost as if he wanted to
break her concentrated efforts. While she was very close to coming, she tried
to hold back, fascinated by how easily she had made him come and the fact that
he did stay hard.
Her hands pressed against his chest she worked him, until he came again,
calling out her name, and she could tell him, he never had been fucked like
this before. Bolder she dug her nails into his pecks making him sigh even more.
Then she rotated her hips and leaned forward, paying him back by leaving her
own temporary marks.
Suddenly she felt him grab her butt, drawing her tighter and stopping her
movements. Lydia could tell he was about to come again. She had one more trick
up her sleeve or rather her vagina, because she knew how to work her muscles
and began clamping around him. Hearing him gasp and yell, she followed him.
There was nothing coherent coming from him and Lydia radiated from her own
orgasm and the knowledge what she was doing to him.
“You know, on second thought, I think I’m beginning to like your recipe,” she
grinned breathlessly.
“Well,” Peter said panting, “let’s see how you feel about it after the effects
are over.”
Lydia laughed, then lifted herself up. Her inside felt a bit bruised but she
had done worse to herself ever since her first full moon sex with Jackson had
given her a taste for it. He was right, she should take a break, even though
her body was still craving more. Her throat was parched and she had sweated and
lost a lot of fluids, most through her being so incredibly wet.
At first she thought she couldn’t tear herself lose, she wanted to keep going,
but then she rose higher and despite hating how empty she felt moved away from
him. That Peter let her go showed her only that she had probably overwhelmed
him a bit. It was her advantage being so used to coming mulitple times.
“I’m getting a glass of water or two,” then she stood up and walked to the
kitchen.
The fridge was a sad, sad place, there was a bit of cake, a whipped cream
canister and some spoilt looking apples and a few bottles of water. The stuff
from the tap wasn’t the tastiest with those old pipes going through this
building.
Lydia felt so parched she decide to skip the glass and drank straight from the
bottle. She was only stopping after she had emptied one third of the whole
bottle.
“Insatiable through and through,” Peter commented as he approached her.
He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, the closeness immediately
increasing her contentment.
“You think you can keep up?” she dared him.
His answer was to force her against the kitchen counter, pressing her chest
against the flat surface, his fingers pinching her butt. “I wish I came better
prepared,” Peter said while leaning over her.
Lydia thought, maybe she’ll tell him there was a small tube of lube in her
handbag but right now she enjoyed him spreading her legs, massaging her lips
and clitoris.
“Then again, there are other options,” he told her a few moments later.
Peter reached for something, and then he held the ginger root in front of her
face. Lydia remembered both times she had used it. It was insanely unpleasant
and yet, when she had felt on fire and managed to use one of her larger toys,
it had been such an intense orgasm. The first time she had been glad nobody in
her house came looking when she screamed.
“I’ll scream,” she told him.
“Oh well, it was just an idea,” Peter said and Lydia felt he was doing his best
to think of a way to shame her into it, but she was not having the patience for
games.
“I wasn’t saying no, I was just stating a matter of fact.”
He kissed her shoulder blade and then the hand with the ginger root disappeared
from her sight. Peter was moving his weight off her, and then she it rubbed
along her spine, down to her crack. Lydia moaned when she felt it push against
her sphincter. Then yelled loudly as it pushed inside, once inside Peter
pressed his cock against her lower lips and then he penetrated her a second
time.
She had forgotten how much worse the burn got after a while. With Peter also
pounding into her, harsh and fast, she was grabbing onto the edge. Thinking
that now he was enjoying showing her how intense he could be - with a little
help. She hadn’t lied, it wasn’t taking long till her yells became louder and
when she came, she was screaming.
“Want me to take it out?” he said still thrusting into her.
Lydia tried to say something but her voice was failing her, “oh hm, “ was all
that came out.
Peter pressed against her and she felt her subsiding orgasm growing more
intense as he ground into her. His hands slipped under her and cupped her
breast. He pulled her up, fucking her hard against the counter, while his
fingers pinched her nipples or dug hard into them. One burning slightly from
the ginger root extract on his fingers. Lydia wasn’t even able to tell when one
orgasm ended and the next one came.
Her throat was aching from all the yelling and screaming, her eyes were filled
with tears. “I can’t …” she began, but couldn’t finish the sentence as she
screamed uncontrollably Peter decided to let go of her nipple and move his hand
to touch her between legs. It was so little of the root extract but it
triggered such a hard orgasm she thought she’d pass out.
“What the hell are you doing to her?” Stiles voice suddenly rang to the room.
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