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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, F/F, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Allison_Argent/Lydia_Martin, Melissa_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski, Allison
      Argent/Derek_Hale, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent/Lydia
      Martin/Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Allison_Argent, Lydia_Martin, Stiles_Stilinski, Melissa_McCall, Derek
      Hale, Scott_McCall
  Collections:
      Mating_Games:_The_Teen_Wolf_Pornation_Extras, Mating_Games:_The_Teen_Wolf
      Pornation_Weekly_Challenges_Revealed
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-21 Completed: 2013-07-15 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 5702
****** Mating Games Submissions ******
by TheArgentWolf
Summary
     My submissions to the Mating Games Pornathon! This will be updated
     weekly once voting has closed, and will also have alternatives that I
     didn't end up using, and my entries from bonus challenges.
***** Bonus Challenge 1 *****
Pairing: Lydia/Allison
Lydia always liked a fuss made of her birthdays. Everyone would need to know
about it, if there wasn't a party, she'd want to know why, and if everyone who
showed up didn't bring her a present, or at least an interesting piece of
gossip? Well, then she'd show them the door. Every birthday just topped the one
before.
But with everything that had gone on in the past year... Well, she just wasn't
feeling in a celebrating mood. Allison practically had to talk her into having
a sleepover, just the two of them, with cake, and movies, and maybe a little
alcohol since it wasn't a school night, but finally, Lydia gave in, just to
keep her happy.
While the pizza was ordered and the DVDs loaded into the machine ready to go,
Allison had suggested Lydia take a bath before they started - she'd bought her
a new bubble bath - ylang ylang and jasmine scented - and she was dying for
Lydia to try it out, promising that it would make her feel amazing. Smiling,
she grabbed a towel out of the laundry cupboard, her silk bathrobe, and headed
in, shutting the door and waiting as the bath filled up. The hot water mixed
with the bubble bath mixed in an explosion of scents, causing Lydia to close
her eyes and take them in, and once she decided the bath was hot enough, she
stripped, and stepped in, letting the water envelope her entire body.
Allison was right - Lydia felt more relaxed in those first few minutes than she
had in several weeks, and she moaned, feeling the aches and strains in her body
slip away, massaged by the hot water. Sweat beads trickled from her forehead,
and she slipped under the water for a few seconds, before resurfacing, and
pushing her hair back away from her face. She was in heaven - every sense in
her body was tingling, up to and including her nipples, and hesitantly, she
reached a hand to massage one, letting out a breath as the electricity flowed
from her nipple down to her crotch.
Feeling bolder, she pinched the nipple, and almost arched her back from the
sensation it had caused.
"I see you like my present." Lydia's eyes flew open as she saw Allison standing
next to the tub, looking down on her. She would've freaked out and told her to
get out, if she hadn't noticed that Allison was wearing nothing but her bra and
panties. "You know..." She began, as her fingers slipped either side of her
panties, and she began to pull them slowly and sensually down her legs, "Ylang
ylang and jasmine is a really powerful aphrodisiac." Her panties were kicked to
the side, joining Lydia's own clothes, and moments later, her bra joined it.
"Scoot forward a little, sweetie." Came the request, and Lydia found herself
obeying without hesitation. Allison's legs slipped either side of Lydia's, and
once comfortable, Allison took a hold of Lydia's right nipple with a soapy
hand, and rolled it in her fingers. "You see... Ylang ylang increases the
energy between lovers..." the hand moved from her breast, and down her stomach,
dipping under the water, and Lydia tensed up. "...and it also increases libido.
You're feeling pretty hot right now, right?"
"Mm..." Lydia smiled, her eyes closing in bliss as Allison dipped her head,
nipping at her neck with her teeth, and soothing the marks with her tongue. A
part of her was still confused. This wasn't like Allison at all - or at least
the one she knew once upon a time. This Allison reminded her more of Kate, the
boldness, the lack of hesitation - the kind of woman that Lydia figured she'd
be attracted to if she was a lesbian. She had to admit after all, Kate was a
MILF. Or was it really a MILF, since she wasn't a mom? Maybe a AILF. Did that
even make sense? An 'Aunt I'd Like To...'
"Fuck!" Shouted Lydia as Allison pushed a finger into her, and her head
naturally reclined onto Allison's shoulder. Slow at first, but the louder
Lydia's moans got, the faster Allison moved it. Lydia gritted her teeth, trying
to hold back for as long as she could, but all it took was for Allison's free
hand to pinch down hard on her left nipple for Lydia to scream, her juices
soaking Allison's hand before they washed away in the hot water. Allison held
onto her tightly as her orgasm subsided, her eyes drooping closed again, and
Allison left butterfly kisses on her shoulder.
"Feel better?" She asked gently, and Lydia smiled, turning her head enough to
offer a kiss to the brunette. As they pulled away, Allison kissed her temple,
still hesitant to let go of her body. "Happy birthday, sweetie."
---
Pairing: None
It was supposed to just be a routine check-up. Lydia figured it'd be easier to
have her appointment on her birthday, get it out the way, and then she could go
out that evening with Stiles and the others, and celebrate her 25th birthday.
The doctor's words as he handed her a referral letter to the hospital felt like
cotton candy in her ears - fuzzy and not making sense, but she nodded in all
the right places, and somehow, got to the hospital in one piece, so on some
level, she must've taken the words in.
She'd called everyone she could think of to come with her, and eventually,
scraping the barrel, she called Derek. She didn't even think he'd come to help
her, but it was a second of hesitation after he heard the word 'hospital', and
the worry in her voice that he agreed to meet her. As her name was called, she
spotted him rounding the corner, and hung back. She was asked if this was her
boyfriend, and she blushed, shaking her head, the very idea ridiculous. Derek
didn't say a word, just sat next to her silently, holding her hand as she lay
there.
The second doctor agreed with the first.
There were definitely cysts on her ovaries. The only option was to operate.
Remove them. She didn't need the doctor to sympathetically explain it would
mean she wouldn't be able to conceive naturally - she was smart enough to know
that already. She wasn't sure when she'd started to sob into Derek's shirt, but
as she pulled away, she saw the discolouration of it, and she looked up to
apologise, but he was looking down at her, stroking back her hair. Slowly he
lead her out of the doctor's room, and waited patiently as she sat on one of
the plastic chairs, staring at the wall.
"I don't want my party." She said gently.
"I know." He said sharply - not to be rude, but because he was at a loss of the
right things to say. "Come on... Let's take you home, and I'll tell those
clowns to quit it with the planning." She nodded, and Derek sighed sadly,
throwing an arm around her shoulder, and leading her out to the parking lot.
***** Challenge 1 *****
Pairing: Allison/Derek
Allison looked both ways as she crossed the parking lot. She swore to herself
this was the last time she'd skip class. It was important for her to focus, she
knew that, but the stress was getting to her, and she'd needed to get away.
'A couple of hours away, and I'll be as good as new' She thought to herself as
she started the car up. It wasn't long afterwards she parked her car on the
edge of the woods, and started to just walk, not with any route in mind. Her
crossbow hung at her side, just in case she needed it, but as far as she could
tell, it was peaceful. By the time her senses told her to turn around, she was
pinned to the ground, the stones and tree bark that scattered the ground
digging into her skin.
"Didn't daddy tell you it's not safe to be wandering around on your own?"
Smirked Derek, and Allison saw a hunger in his eyes. She struggled, but Derek
had a strong grip on her wrists, and putting his whole weight on top of her, he
kissed her mouth roughly, slipping his tongue in. Allison felt a heat in her
crotch the deeper the kiss went, and Derek found himself being met with little
resistance. With one hand, he held her wrists above her head, and with the
other hand, he fumbled for the zipper of her jeans. Biting back the moan she
was desperate to release, Allison writhed, pretending to put up a fight, but by
now, her panties and jeans were around her knees, and Derek was pulling his
cock from inside his pants.
"You're soaking wet." He groaned, holding his cock, and rubbing it up and down
her entrance. "Don't even try to deny it, Allison. You want it."
"Derek..." The moan she'd been holding back slipped out, her body already on
edge. "Please..."
"Please what?" He pulled away, rubbing her thigh, though never getting close
enough to her crotch to help her with the need that was pushing her into
overdrive.
"Derek..." She repeated again, and he raised his eyebrows, clearly getting
frustrated with her - he was in no mood for her games right now. Pulling at her
shirt, he watched as the buttons popped, leaving her bra exposed, and he dug
his nails into her left breast, smirking at the scream she bit down.
"You're one bad hunter, you know that? Skipping school, getting turned on by
someone like me... Then again, you've always liked the wild ones, haven't you?"
He searched her eyes for argument but there were none. She looked away from his
gaze, still silent. "Come on Allison. Just a few little words, and you'll get
exactly what you want. Beg me, Allison." She swallowed her pride and
hesitation, and once again, locked eyes with him, somewhat defiantly. Her
tongue ran over her lips, wetting them, and as it drew back into her mouth, she
could taste Derek on them.
"...Please fuck me, Derek. Please, I need it, I need you...." She panted, a low
growl emitting from the back of her throat as he thrust his cock into her
pussy.
"You good little girl..." He moaned, the hand gripping her wrists finally
releasing to move down to her breasts, squeezing them as hard as he could, his
nails drawing spots of blood. But Allison didn't notice, her head was thrown
back and her back arching, so on edge, but holding off as much as she could.
She didn't want it to be over - she'd never been so turned on before in her
life.
"I'm gonna cum..." Came Derek's warning, only seconds before his body was
pressed hard against hers, and Allison let out a scream as she was finally
pushed over the edge. Carefully he withdrew, though Allison remained where she
was, her body still twitching from her orgasm. Slowly, her eyes opened to find
Derek crouching next to her, admiring her body.
"Now, what did we learn today?" He asked, helping her up, and Allison hugged
herself, trying to cover up her shredded bra.
"No more skipping school." She said, her voice hoarse. Derek moved close to
her, something which could have been menacing if Allison wasn't still so turned
on. His palm swatted at her ass, and she jumped slightly, and Derek chuckled.
"That too. But I'm damn sure this won't be the last time we have a little fun,
will it?"
***** Alternative Challenge 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     This isn't the entry I submitted for week 2, rather one of the two I
     was thinking of posting. It seemed like a waste to just throw it
     away, so I thought I'd post it here.
Pairings: Stiles/Melissa
Link to text chosen: Here
Stiles had definitely lost count how many drinks he'd had that night. Armed
with a fake ID, and no one to celebrate a perfectly good Friday night with,
he'd gone to a bar, and ordered beer after beer, after beer, and the problem
now? He had no idea how he was going to get home. He was sober enough to work
out that driving wasn't a good idea, especially if it was his dad that caught
him, so stumbling outside, hoping the cold air might sober him up, he scrambled
through his contacts, trying to find Scott's number. A name that looked like it
could be Scott's showed up, and he clicked it, typing his message.
Stiles: dude. I'm so drunk.
Heading back into the bar, frustrated when he didn't get a reply that second,
it was ten minutes or so later he got a reply.
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Of course, the alcohol that was fueling Stiles, especially the beer that was in
his hand, made him stare blankly at the message for the longest time, before
common sense disappeared, and he replied, smirking at it once it showed as
sent.
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In his drunken haze, all he could think about was Melissa McCall's ass. He'd
stared at it more than a few times, though it was often hidden in clothes that
were less than tight-fitting, much to his irritation. Seconds later, he was
pulled out of his drunken stupor by his phone vibrating on the bar, and maybe
with a little too much enthusiasm, he grabbed at it.
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Nevertheless, he clumsily texted back his location, then shoved his phone in
his pocket. Was he hoping for a miracle? Yes. A hormonal, teenage boy, he
wanted sex. And Melissa was definitely a MILF.
"Still wanna have your cock in my ass?" So when twenty minutes later he got
tapped on the shoulder, Stiles was sure he must be dreaming when he saw her
standing there, a very tight red dress on, something that was probably a size
too small, but as his hand reached out to drunkily grope her ass, he didn't
seem to mind. Yes. As firm and sexy as he'd always hoped.
Melissa wasn't even sure what she was doing. Maybe she was tired of dating men.
Maybe all she needed to shake her out of her funk was to fuck with a boy.
She lead him to the bathrooms without another word, and once the door was
closed, Stiles watched as she peeled her dress off, and he fumbled for the
zipper of his jeans. He slowly realised Melissa wasn't wearing any underwear,
and she leant over the toilet seat, she glanced back at him.
"Go ahead, sweetie, I won't bite." Stiles was already hard, precum dripping
from the tip, and slowly, he pressed the head off his cock into Melissa's ass.
Having not done it since she was still married, Melissa cooed, encouraging
Stiles to keep pushing, and eventually, his entire length was buried inside
her. He moved slowly, one arm wrapped around her body, and the other hand
slapping her ass cheeks alternately. She didn't stop him, so Stiles took this
as a sign to keep going, getting more and more into it with every slap.
"Come on! Whose your daddy!" He called out, grabbing her hair in one hand, and
pulling her head back.
"Stiles, that's hardly appro--" She began, before the pleasure of being used
overwhelmed her, and she groaned, remembering right now, she wasn't a parent.
Just an older woman, enjoying a younger stud.
"Tell me whose your daddy!" He asked again, and she looked back at him,
smirking. She could feel her orgasm building already
"Fuck! You are! You're my daddy! Fuck me daddy." Stiles felt his balls
tightening, and he pulled her in close to him, emptying his seed in her ass, a
hand drunkly fingering at her pussy so that seconds later, she reached her
orgasm. Pulling his limp dick from her ass, and watching as Melissa tiredly
picked her dress up from the ground, Stiles looked her up and down, almost
sheepishly.
"So... I'm thinking we don't tell Scott about this, right?" Melissa rolled her
eyes, and leant down, kissing Stiles, and pushing her tongue into his mouth.
"We don't. But he's out tonight. How about we head back to mine for round two,
huh stud?"
***** Challenge 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Allison has sex with a random guy at a party, just to live out her
     fantasy.
TFLN Chosen: http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-47107.html
Allison wasn't even sure whose party it was, all she remembered was that she'd
been invited, and had been sober before she'd got there. All it had taken were
a few shots, and half a bottle of vodka before she found herself upstairs in a
bedroom, and as he locked the door, she pressed her lips against his, grinding
her hips into him. He moved his hands over her body, and she closed her eyes.
She loved being in control, but not tonight. She wanted him to take control. He
was older than her, that much she could tell, and that helped the illusion.
Expertly, he removed her clothes, and pushed her down onto the bed, entering
her roughly and dryly, hurting her, but soon the pain was replaced by pleasure,
and he was kissing her neck.
But she wasn't here in this bedroom, with this guy.
She was back at home, staring into his blue eyes. Her fingers were running
through his soft, brown hair. His stubble scratched at her face, and it only
made her even more sensitive. She wanted him to know she wasn't a little girl
any more. She didn't have her mother to run to, no one in her family did. She
had to be the woman of the house, and she didn't mind. She could take care of
herself. She could take care of him.
She wasn't sure when things had changed for her... it had to have been after
the funeral. When it was just the two of them in the house, and suddenly, she
started seeing things differently. Maybe it was just a strange manifestation of
her grief, or something she'd felt deep down and never realised. He would hold
her when she was sad, she'd kiss his cheek whenever he seemed low, but all the
while, she'd be getting wet, and it wouldn't be long before she'd have to
excuse herself, running up to the bathroom to lock the door, and masturbate
furiously, until the intense desire subsided. She'd never masterbated before,
never saw the point of it, but when the imagery was so hot, and something she'd
never get to experience, she had to roll with it.
His nails dug into her hips as he slammed into her, and she screamed with every
thrust, never daring to open her eyes, and silencing herself only by opening
her mouth, their tongues dancing together. He tasted of sweat, and in Allison's
mind he smelt of gunpowder, and dirt.
"You're so hot, baby..." He whispered into her ear, biting the lobe, and she
couldn't keep the smile off her face. She was doing a good job. She could keep
the facade up, she could make him happy.
"I can be anything you want me to be." She whispered to him, almost encouraging
the guy to do the same, licking his lobe, and gasping as he pinched her nipple.
"Anything at all..." Her words were a jumbled mess, partly because of the
alcohol slurring her words, partly for the pleasure coarsing through her body.
She wanted more, she never wanted this to end. She never wanted to open her
eyes.
"I'm so close..." He said huskily, and his hand left her breast to reach down,
rubbing her clit in tight circles as he continued thrusting in and out. "You
want me to pull out?"
"Nnn...." She could barely force the words out, rocking back and forth against
his dick, willing herself to get off too. "I want... I... Can I come....?" She
muttered.
"Go for it, slut. Cum on daddy's dick." The words were all the approval she
needed, and did nothing but help the picture in her mind. This wasn't just some
guy, this was Chris. This was her father. This wasn't just some bedroom, this
was her's. He'd come to her looking for comfort, and she'd given him what he
needed. What they both needed. Screaming, she felt her juices soak the bed, and
slowly she came down from her orgasm. Opening her eyes, she was disappointed,
and remembering that it was just an illusion, she began sobering up quickly,
and she felt ashamed. That she'd done this, that she'd wanted it to be him at
all.
"Get the fuck out." She snapped, her eyes narrowing, and she grabbed for her
clothes. Rolling his eyes, the guy shrugged, pulled zipped up his pants, and
unlocked the door.
"Crazy bitch..." He muttered, slamming the door behind him.
***** Challenge 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Scott loses control, and finds his sleeping ex the best person to
     take his frustrations out on.
Warnings: As there was no prior arrangement, I suppose it could be seen as non-
consent to an extent.
Kink/Trope(s) Used: Somnophilia
Pairing: Scott/Allison
It hadn't been Scott's intention to get into a fight after practice, but he
had, and rather than rip off the head of the guy from the other team that had
been taunting him, he headed to the woods, and wolfed out, running and letting
out all his pent up frustration, Derek helping a little bit by being a sparring
partner, but that had got old quickly, and Derek told him to head home. And so
he did - that was until he was a few blocks away from Allison's house, and he
caught her scent. He was stopped in his tracks, inhaling in the aroma of her
body, it took him back to before. Her smell, her taste. But now she wasn't his
any more, and remembering that drove him to lose control of himself, running to
her house and jumping through the open window. The animal inside him wanted
raw, aggressive, sex. And who better than Allison? Though she looked like an
angel while sleeping, he knew better. He knew she could handle herself.
He made quick work removing his pants and boxers, his cock already sprung to
attention at the idea of what he was planning on doing. Next, he pulled the
sheets from her, and although she stirred, whimpering slightly, she didn't wake
up. Slowly his hands slid to her sides to pull up her nightdress. Knowing he
needed to be careful to not wake her, he first slipped a finger between her
folds, finding her dry, but he told himself it was worth the risk. Putting all
his weight onto his hands and knees as he straddled her body, he nudged his
cock into her opening, before thrusting forward, meeting with a little
resistance, but not too much. Despite being asleep, Allison's body seemed to
work autonomously, her hips tilting upwards to meet each thrust, and soon her
own excitement was lubricating the walls. Moaning slightly, her lips parted as
she let out his name in a gasp, and Scott couldn't even imagine what was
happening in her dreams. She wet her bottom lip, and her hand flexed on her
bed, gripping and releasing the sheets with every movement. Scott gritted his
teeth, trying to stop himself from crying out the closer he got. It was a huge
turn on - the idea that Allison had ended it, that she'd been a bitch to so
many people lately, and now? It was Scott's turn to get things his way. He
wanted her, he loved her, he knew that she loved him, so why shouldn't they
want this? They would always belong to each other.
Just that thought alone, that he was having something that was so unobtainable
right now, his head dipped into the sheets, cumming deep inside her. His arms
gave up their effort, and shakily he lowered his body to the bed. It was a few
moments before he pulled out, and he moved up to her head, holding his cock
against her lips, already wanting more, and wanting to see just how far he
could push things. A tongue tentatively licked at the head, before Scott pushed
forward, the head slipping into her mouth. Unconscious, he soon found she was
unable to suck, so instead, he fucked her mouth gently, getting harder once
again. He considered pulling out and fucking her again, but seeing as she
hadn't woke up yet, he kept his cock in her mouth, thrusting it rapidly. Her
teeth brushed against his cock every time he pulled out, so it wasn't long
before he was pulling out altogether, and with a cry, he fired his load over
her eyelids, lips, and face, stream after stream of cum coating her.
Afterwards, he put his cock back in his pants, and looked her over once again,
covering her body up. She was still writhing, obviously dreaming about him, but
now her face didn't look quite as angelic, her face thick with the white
substance. Nevertheless, Scott dipped his head once more to kiss the top of her
head, before leaving through the window again, not wanting to be caught by
Allison, or even worse, her father.
A few seconds of silence, and once she was sure he wasn't coming back, a smile
slipped tiredly onto Allison's face, and her tongue darted out to lick the cum
from her lips.
***** Challenge 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Allison and Scott try spicing their relationship up
Warning: BDSM, Spanking, Knotting
Allison had been saying no for a while. Not because she didn't want to try, but
because it was a big deal. But now she was lying back on her bed, blindfolded,
ready.
"Have you shaved down there as I asked?" Came the voice, and Allison nodded,
before remembering the rules.
"Yes, master. I'm smooth." She felt hands tugging her jeans down, and pulling
them off quickly. She was wearing no panties underneath, and she shivered as
his cold fingers stroked the skin, causing her to jump.
"Arms above your head." He said firmly, and without waiting for her, he pulled
them there. She heard the scratch of plastic as a tie secured her wrists to the
headboard. Her heartbeat thumped in her ears as the same happened at her ankles
- the plastic biting into them, spreading her wide. Though she was still
wearing her shirt, he ripped through it, until her chest was exposed.
His hands moved away from her, and she listened to the zipper of his pants, the
flutter of his clothes as they hit the ground, but other than that he was
silent. Allison felt herself getting wetter, the uncertainty of when he was
going to strike proving too much for her self control. But really - what
control did she have in this situation at all?
The first belt hit came from nowhere, and she screamed out in surprise.
"Count, slave." She screamed again as the belt bit into her flesh.
"T-two..." She panted, revelling in the pain. Whenever the belt got too close
between her legs, she'd mentally beg to be touched.
"T... Ten." She gasped at last, and then silence as his hands replaced the
belt, soothing the skin. When his hand brushed against her inner thigh, her
hips lifted from the bed, and he chuckled.
"What's wrong, slave?" He said, blowing some air onto her clit. "Feeling a
little... sensitive?"
"Master, please, I want to feel you." She groaned, her head rolling, and her
wrists hurting as she pulled away from the headboard - but she was securely
held in place.
"You know what I'll do if this happens, don't you? We talked about it?" His
voice was almost gentle again, but she just nodded, wishing she could reach out
and cup his face. "Tell me, then. So I know you're sure."
"You said that you wouldn't wear a condom if we did this." She said, her voice
small. "You said that I'm your mate, and that as your mate, I have a...
responsibility."
"Which is?" He sounded impatient, and Allison told herself it was part of the
act.
"... I have a responsibility to be bred by you." She felt his hand stroke her
thigh in approval.
"This could hurt, Alli." His act slipped, replaced by concern, and after
stroking her entrance, he thrust inside her. Allison tensed up, kissing
desperately when she felt his lips pressing against her. It wasn't long before
she felt Scott's knot pushing against her walls, and his thrusts became
tighter, and more determined. Panic filled her at the idea that it wouldn't
come out, but the idea of it quickly turned into pleasure, pushing her into her
orgasm, though her body didn't get relief as Scott continued to thrust, causing
her to be hit by a second and third orgasm, straight after the first. She
pulled her head away from him, gritting her teeth as she wasn't sure how much
more she could take, but the last constricting of her walls was enough for
Scott to let out a gargled groan, and she felt his seed shooting inside her -
it was a strange feeling, one she'd never experienced before as she'd always
made sure he wore a condom.
Waiting for the knot to shrink, he lifted her blindfold, stroking her hair
back.
"You sure you're okay?" He asked, looking at her tiredly. She nodded, and he
stroked her cheek. "I wasn't too rough? Too bossy? Too--"
"Scott, stop it, you were perfect." It was a few more minutes before the knot
shrunk, and Scott pulled out, releasing her arms and legs.
"So... You think...." He began. Smiling, Allison walked over to her drawer. Now
she was done with high school, having taken her final test that morning, it was
empty of all her textbooks. Instead, she waved a pregnancy test at Scott, and
shrugged.
"I guess give it a few more weeks, and we'll know."
***** Challenge 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Lydia and Allison are werewolves, looking to expand their pack.
Chapter Notes
     I didn't have time for Challenge 5, so this was the last I did. It is
     modified slightly as I realised there were no bites involved, so it
     didn't really work.
Warning: AU - Female Wolf Pack
"I always felt there were two kinds of people... wolves and sheep. Those who
kill and those who get killed. And you, Huntsman, you are most certainly a
wolf." – The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
It had taken weeks of mindless small talk, when all the girls wanted was the
end result. Lips on lips, teeth on skin, the bites, the scratches... They
needed the boys. They needed them to feel complete. The last of the Argent and
Martin bloodlines... Two alphas can only co-exist for so long before they need
something more.
Lydia was the first to fuck Stiles. She purred as he entered her from behind,
clumsily - the poor boy was obviously a virgin, but that was fine. The next was
Allison with Scott. He'd taken a little longer, wanting to respect her, and in
the end she dragged him to the janitors closet, stripped, and ended up riding
up and down on his cock, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Then came talk of a foursome.
"Whenever you're ready, ladies." Smirked Stiles, watching the girls, who were
both in their underwear. Lydia smiled flirtatiously, and wrapped her arms
around Allison, who looked a little more hesitant.
"Allison, look at me." Lydia whispered, "For the pack. We wanted to do this
together, remember?" Allison swallowed, and nodded, and her fingertips trailed
up Lydia's sides. Lydia moved in for the kiss, and Allison moaned into it,
expertly unclipped the bra. Her eyes opened and she looked back over at the bed
as she heard a groan - Scott already had his hand wrapped around his cock.
Stiles was slower, his eyes still on Lydia.
"Let me help." Allison said, her voice heavy with lust. Stripping , she lay on
her stomach on the bed, and pulled Stiles' still limp dick from his boxers, and
kissed the tip, before slipping it into her mouth. Her hand wrapped around
Scott's cock, together jerking him off.
"Ready, big boy?" Lydia asked Stiles, and Allison sat up, removing the cock
from her mouth. He nodded eagerly, and Lydia smiled. "Good pet." Stiles looked
confused, and Lydia quickly pushed him down, and straddled his body, backwards,
until her pussy was over his face. "Lick me, now please." He didn't react at
first, and Lydia huffed - for a pretty face, he could sure be slow sometimes -
and ground her pussy against his nose, until his tongue began moving. Relaxing
against him, Lydia licked Stiles cock up and down, turning her head to look at
her fellow alpha. "Sweetie, you taste good."
"Get on top of me." Allison said, lying down, one hand idly reaching across to
stroke Lydia's ass. Scott nodded, hardening as he heard the noises Lydia was
making. Thankfully, as he pushed into Allison, he found that she was soaking
wet anyway. His body was flush against hers, the only thing moving being their
hips. She threw her head back and moaned animalistically, Scott pressing his
lips to her neck to suck there. She was so close already, and feeling the
tension in Lydia, she could tell she was as well. Now was the time to strike.
Closer, closer....
Just as Allison's orgasm hit, her nails extended into claws, and she ran them
deep down Scott's back, her teeth extending, burying themselves in Scott's
shoulder. She could feel the blood under the claws, blood in her mouth, and she
held Scott, despite his screams. A cry came from beside her, and Allison
watched the blood trickling down from Stiles' ass - Lydia had obviously chosen
a rather unique place to claim her mate. In his panic, he bit down on Lydia's
clit, drawing blood, and she pushed him away from her, eyes glowing angrily.
"You may be my mate, but you have NO right to hurt me!" She snapped, more from
the indignation of the act and less from the injury, which was already healing.
Stiles was writhing on the floor, and Lydia had to look away - the pain on his
face was the part she hadn't been looking forward to.
Scott's screaming slowed, but his back and neck were still wet with the blood,
and he arched as he now lay on the bed, feeling something burning through his
entire body.
"What the hell! Did you drug us?!" He snapped, staring at Allison, and quickly
she leant over him - her features softened, but her eyes glowing red.
"Me and Lydia... we were lonely. We wanted mates, we wanted a pack. And as soon
as we saw you... we wanted you. I needed you. Lydia needed Stiles. You're both
very special to us. We belong to each other now... In body, mind, spirit...
You're my beta, sweetheart, and I love you very, very much."
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