A/N: More exploration into Peter and Malia's twisted relationship, as well as Peter showing Kira a (slightly) gentler side. With one final push from Malia, Kira starts down the path she can't return from.
-A few days later-
Malia sat up suddenly, a whisper catching her attention. She looked beside her, noticing she was alone in Kira's room- no, not alone. Kira wouldn't have left the bed, not without waking her so that meant Peter was here. She smiled when she spotted him sitting on Kira's desk, leaping out of the bed and dropping into his lap, "You're here!"
Peter nodded, hands settling on her upper thighs, "Wanted to give you a heads up, I'm going to be visiting Kira again tonight. So you have to stop her from taking that damn medicine. I went to her a few nights ago, and then again last night, just to check in on her. Wasn't planning anything serious since I didn't want to push too hard but it was no good."
"I thought you were still able to-"
"I am still able to visit her," Peter cut in roughly, knowing what she was going to ask. "She just doesn't remember it, and what good is it if she doesn't remember? ? I've visited her twice since she started taking it- she's slow to respond and her speech is slurred, obvious signs she's drugged up. It became obvious that Deaton gave her something to help with her sleeping issues, I should have anticipated that! I've even cut into her to try and snap her out of it but it's too strong, I'm getting nowhere. It's just a waste of my energy at this point! Besides I said I'd come to you when I was ready to push again- which means you have a job to do."
Malia flinched away at his tone, eyes downcast, his claws digging into her legs, "I'm sorry, I didn't think… You're right, we need her to actually remember them if the interactions are to influence her. You're right, I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry."
"So, do everything in your power to prevent her from drinking that stuff tonight. Do it and I'll reward you afterwards."
She looked up, after? Why not now? She'd waited days for him to come and visit her, their brief meeting at the den hadn't been enough! "But-"
Peter roared in his daughter's face, clawed hand coming up to grip her throat. "Do. Not. Disobey. Me! I said after! You've been slacking off in your duties- when I give you an order, you follow it, no questions asked! She's been away from me for over a week and I've only gotten one legitimate interaction with her- the clock is ticking Malia! I have to have her before the Pack realizes I've Claimed her! It won't take long for them to find out she's pregnant, or that I've been visiting her. They'll try to poison her against me, against us! Don't you love her?"
"I do! Of course I do!" Malia choked out, keeping her eyes down to avoid challenging him, angering him further.
"Then you better get to work, because if they figure out my plan, they'll take her away from both of us. Deaton will try to break the Claim I have, they'll kill the pup in her womb, and hide her away. It will only be a matter of time before they find out that you're plotting against them too, and what do you think will happen then? I'll tell you what- they'll torture you for information, cut off all of our communication. You'll never see me again, is that what you want?"
"No, I want to be with you, always. I can't be away from you again! You trained me against torture, they won't get anything out of me, I swear, but I can't be without you!"
Peter grinned, hand at her throat relaxing finally, "I know you'd never tell them anything, I trained you well. My nephew isn't nearly as creative as me either, it would be like child's play to you. But I can see I've made my point. Do your job and then get your reward- you will stop her from taking that medicine tonight."
"I will," Malia promised, finally daring to look at him again. Slowly she leaned forward, risking a kiss, but Peter denied her.
"Good, now wake up!" Peter ordered loudly before dumping her off of his lap as he stood, forcing her awake.
She sat up in bed, wide awake and a pout on her lips- Peter had forced her awake, making her wait for a reward. But how could she talk Kira out of taking that stuff? She'd had it every night so far, always taking it right after dinner, needing to knock herself out. Noshiko had diluted the amount she gave them though, since that first dose had knocked them both out for so long, but even that did little to help slow her down. All of them could see that Kira was having trouble adjusting, depression hitting her hard- she'd already tried asking if she could take some during the day, wanting to just sleep through all of it. Deaton was the one to finally talk some sense into her, telling her it was dangerous, and now Peter wanted her to just not take it at all tonight? And if Peter was pushing to see her again, without the drug haze, wouldn't that make matters worse? Malia shook her head, no, Peter had given her an order- no questions asked! If he felt it was best to push her right now, then he knew what he was doing. She was his soldier and she would do what her Alpha demanded.
"Malia? You okay?" Kira asked, voice slurred a bit as she tried to wake up. Her instincts were slow, she was unable to instantly react to her surroundings or fully register things- but at least it stopped the nightmares. Malia's sudden movement had jostled her enough though, bringing her brain into the world of consciousness… sort of.
"Huh? Oh yea, fine."
"Are you sure, you sat up all of a sudden." Now that her eyes were finally willing to open, Kira saw that Malia was looking awfully bright-eyed.
Malia shrugged, "Not sure, just jerked awake, maybe I had one of those falling dreams or something. Or maybe I'm just hungry," she added on, deflecting the problem.
Kira tilted her head and slowly sat up, "Well we best feed you then, although, you seem way too awake…"
"I didn't take that herbal stuff from Deaton last night. I hate not feeling sharp, in the wild, that means death. I know I'm not… a full coyote anymore but still, the thought of just being numb like that, sets me on edge."
"Yea, it is a bit much…" the Kitsune agreed, trying to get her muscles to wake up.
After a few more minutes of sitting, allowing Kira to wake up more, the girls both went downstairs and looked through the fridge. They were home alone again, Mr. Yukimura at school teaching and Mrs. Yukimura probably meeting with the Pack.
"Ugh, I know Deaton told me that taking it so often was bad, and I realize that wanting to be out all the time isn't the right thing to do… But I'm afraid… although being sluggish like this sucks. Mom even downed the dosage she was giving me and I still can't wake up," Kira complained. "We should talk to Deaton, see if he doesn't have anything else for me to try. Something that doesn't make my depression worse…"
Malia brightened immediately, was Kira giving her a way out? Someone must be smiling down on her right now. She made a mental note about looking for something else before clearing her throat and carefully masking her face with a neutral look, turning around. "But it has been helping right? You don't dream, or at least remember any dreams?"
"Yea, it's been working, , I sleep through the night, I don't remember any nightmares… I just always feel tired and sluggish. I've already reached the point where I wanted to take more, needing to be asleep more than I was awake. Deaton said I was already becoming dependant and that if I didn't ease up, I'd fall into a coma… But hey, at least I don't have nightmares."
"Why don't we try… alternating days or something? Maybe we don't take it tonight and see if you have a nightmare, there's always the chance that you won't have one. Maybe every other day will help reset your body and mind without totally compromising your wakefulness. Plus, it's just dreams right? They are scary and awful, but just dreams… I'll be right next to you, like always, promise. I mean… is avoiding the nightmares really that important, when a high chance of a coma isn't that far away?"
Kira sighed but nodded after just a moment, "Maybe you're right… One night off can't be that bad… Worst case scenario, I have a bad dream, I can deal with bad dreams- and you'll be right there. The dreams can't hurt me, no matter how scary or real they feel! And hopefully I'll wake up more refreshed, rather than feeling completely drugged."
"That's a good girl," the Coyote cooed, the subtlest of reminders of their time with Peter at the cabin. "You can be strong, I believe in you. Like you said, no matter how scary they feel, Peter won't hurt you."
Kira felt a strange fluttering in her chest at Malia's words but she wasn't really able to place the cause. It must have just been the way she said that. Peter won't be able to hurt her, since they were just dreams, probably what Malia had meant. She shook the thought from her mind and concentrated on finding food to eat. The pair ate quickly and Malia left, going home to see her dad again. And not five minutes after that Erica was ringing the doorbell. The first few days Kira hadn't even noticed… but then she saw Boyd parked down the street in the Camaro. After that though, she'd looked more often and had seen Allison drive by a few hours later, after Boyd had left. They were keeping an eye on her which was never a good sign. Her mom mentioned that they were having a discussion about Peter, that he was coming back to Beacon Hills and was going to cause trouble. Kira wasn't stupid though, they were all keeping an eye on her, keeping her safe but out of the loop- Peter was coming for her. So she did the only thing she could, she confronted her watchdogs… or, wolves…
"Hey, come up with anything you wanted to do today?" Erica asked. She hadn't even tried to deny anything when Kira approached her last night- she knew all too well what it was like to be the one at other people's mercy. Nothing sucked more than only knowing what people wanted you to know, which was never the whole truth. It had happened with Argent and it happened with Deucalion. Kira just wanted to know what was going on, so she told her. Of course, the Kitsune had been angry at first but then she calmed down, and realized she felt a lot better knowing her Pack was behind her. So, instead of sitting outside for a few hours, bored out of her mind- Erica got to come inside.
"We could watch some more of "Burn Notice" that was a really cool show! Malia and I just ate but, if you're hungry…?"
Erica shook her head, "Naw, Derek feeds us so I'm good. And isn't Michael Westen hot? Or I guess, Jeffrey Donovan is, since he's you know, the real person."
Kira laughed and followed Erica into the living room to watch Netflix. "Sure, whatever you say."
The day passed quickly enough with Erica actually inside to keep her company; now that she knew about her guardians, they were free to stay longer rather than changing watches a couple of times a day. Derek wasn't too happy with Erica for telling her about it but, nothing he could do about that now. He understood where Erica was coming from, especially when Boyd had backed her decision wholeheartedly. At least this way Kira knew what to expect and could prepare for it, instead of be completely oblivious when shit hit the fan. When her dad finally came home around four, and Mrs. Yukimura came home again as well, Erica decided it was time to leave.
"Are you keeping an eye on Malia too? I mean, Peter tortured her along with me, she's a part of the Pack… she's just as important," Kira asked as she opened the front door.
The female Wolf bit her lip, "We're trying… We stop by her house but she isn't always there. She's always going on runs and we lose track of her. She always comes home though, so no reason to completely worry yet. And of course we all think she's important- she may not fully grasp the idea of Pack yet, but we aren't going to let her fend for herself."
"But what if something happens to her when she's off in the woods?"
"I don't know… Derek is fairly certain Peter won't make a move just yet, and there's always the chance that he will switch focus from you two and attack someone else in the Pack. Malia knows the woods better than we do, she's spent more time there than Derek has at this point… plus she lived in a different part than where the Hales usually travelled through. We've done patrols though and haven't caught his scent anywhere yet so hopefully there is nothing to worry about. Plus Malia has to be on guard for him, I know she isn't dumb, if she smells him, she'll howl."
Kira sighed, "We should tell her about it, I mean, she'll understand we're just looking out for her and not babysitting her."
"Remember the last time any of us tried to tell Malia she couldn't go into the woods?"
"Yea, I remember… it was a bit ugly. Neither Derek nor Scott could get her to listen, instead just giving her some basic rules to follow. But that was before we were tortured by a psycho!" Kira argued, fearing for her girlfriend.
Erica hugged her, "Okay, I'll bring it up with Scott and Derek, maybe you can try talking to her when she comes back tonight about it. If you're the one to say it, maybe she'll listen. But I have to go back to the loft, you going to be okay?"
"Yea, both of my parents are home and Malia will be here after dinner some time. Thanks for sitting with me," Kira said, returning the hug.
"Just a heads up, Derek will be the one stopping by tomorrow since you know, school and all that. Mr. Grumpy won't let Boyd, Isaac, or I cut anymore classes; I mean we only missed about a day and a half total! And all the teachers know that we're close friends with you, only natural that we'd want to check on you."
"Okay, that should be interesting, never spent time alone with Derek much. He's right though, don't start failing your classes just because of me," Kira commented. Erica assured her that they had gotten the notes and everything, departing with one final hug. Kira sighed to herself, she was already feeling tired, just wanting to crawl into bed. Maybe it was a good thing they were thinking of cutting back on that medicine, her body was used to taking it and sleeping early. Kira knew it was a major dependency issue, she'd have to weigh the pros and cons of using it to stop the dreams. But it was definitely out for everyday use. By the time she was done with dinner, Kira was feeling even slower than ever, feet heavy as she went to her bedroom.
"What's wrong?" Malia asked as Kira entered the room. She'd just climbed in through the window maybe 2 minutes ago and was sitting on the bed, waiting for Kira to finish dinner.
"Feel heavy, but not like super sleepy either… I don't know if I can fall asleep without that stuff but I know… I know I'm feeling like this because I'm already used to taking it. But the nightmares…"
Malia got up from the bed, hugging Kira close, "I'll be here, like always, just like we talked about. Eventually the bad dreams will stop and the good dreams will happen."
"I hope so, I really do. Can we just cuddle until I fall asleep?"
"Of course Baby, of course."
The two of them crawled under the covers, Malia happily posing as the big spoon, arms wrapped around the smaller girl.
"Hey Malia… I was talking to Erica today-"
"Erica came over? That's kinda random… but well, a few of them have stopped by my house to check on me too, guess that's what Pack does…" Living as a coyote for quite a few years had definitely skewed her desire for company. She learned a lot about being Human again, and had come to terms with being around a bunch of other supernatural creatures but Pack was still hard for her. All she really needed was Peter and Kira, but she had to play nice and be a part of Scott's Pack for now. So that meant putting up with the others stopping by to check on her out of 'concern' or something.
"They just want to make sure we're both okay… we've been through hell. But um, they are trying to keep an eye on us, just in case he tries something. And I know you like to run, to clear your head but… next time, can you take someone with you? Please? I don't want anything to happen to you, what if Peter comes back and catches you alone?"
Malia couldn't hold back the deep rumble in her throat but she did manage to quickly turn it into a growl. Alone time with Peter was something she desired and couldn't have, not when she'd get covered in his scent. "He won't hurt me. I've been on edge, always ready to catch his scent. He won't catch me by surprise and he'll have a fight on his hands!"
"But he's strong, very strong! I don't understand, he's a lone Wolf, an Omega! He's not even an Alpha anymore, why is he so strong? If he catches you alone, he might overpower you, please Malia!"
"Shhh, shhhh, okay, we'll see. I don't always think about it, I'm used to just running whenever I feel like it. But I'll make a point to not purposefully lose any of our Packmates that are watching over me. I don't want you to worry about me, you need to just relax and get better." Malia had to take a deep breath, she'd been close to revealing Peter's power, feeling the need to defend him, but had caught herself. Peter might not have the eyes of an Alpha, but he was her Alpha and that was the bottom line; it didn't matter if she was technically in Scott's Pack right now, her allegiance was elsewhere.
"Thank you." Kira settled down again, knowing that Malia was making a huge promise on her end to be more conscious of the others. "Wait, Malia… how come… how come you're always telling me to relax, get better?" Her voice dropped lower, "How come you don't have any nightmares?"
Malia froze, not sure what to say for a second. She was good at covering her tracks, saying what was expected of her most of the time, acting sad and broken… but of course she'd never get nightmares from what happened. "I don't… I don't dream much. Or I've never really remembered them, not since my time as a coyote. And I'm focusing on caring for you, to keep from thinking of anything else. If I just think about you, and making sure you're okay, I don't feel so broken."
Kira turned, facing Malia in order to hug her, "Just please don't hide it. You don't always have to be the big spoon, the rock. It's okay to cry too, if you need to."
"I'm okay. I've learned to survive, that's what I do. Did the interaction with Peter kill me? No, so I've moved past it. I'm still mad- he hurt you! But I'm alive, you're alive, so I moved on in that respect. Being a coyote for 9 years set me back in a lot of ways, but this isn't one of them."
"I suppose that makes sense. I just want to make sure you aren't holding it all in, hiding it from me or something. I love you, I don't want anything else to happen to you," Kira whispered.
"And I love you back, forever. We're both going to be okay, promise."
Satisfied with that, Kira took a steadying breath and closed her eyes; she focused on Malia's even heartbeat, letting it lull her to sleep.
As soon as she was in a deep enough sleep, Peter went to her, pulling her back to the mid-conscious state in her mind. He put them in her room again, both of them curled up on the bed with his arms around her. As soon as he felt like everything was set, he started whispering her name.
"Malia?" she mumbled, knowing that she'd heard her name.
"Not Malia," Peter responded, one hand gently rubbing her side.
Kira tried to sit up, cursing her mind for sending her into another nightmare like this as soon as she stopped drinking that stuff.
"Shhh, calm down," Peter told her, firmly keeping her tucked against his chest. "I know our first meeting wasn't ideal, I scared you- hurt you. I'm sorry for that. I just have these urges and I can't help myself. But you're special to me, and I want to prove that, let me show you that I can be good to you."
"Wasn't ideal? You kidnapped me and my girlfriend and tortured us in that cabin!" Kira shouted before rolling her eyes. Why was she having an argument with her subconscious?
"Like I said, I had those urges, I couldn't control myself. When I knew you'd be at that campsite, mostly unprotected, I just-" he groaned, not finishing his sentence.
Kira froze, "What do you mean you knew?"
"Oh please, I've been keeping my eye on this rag-tag Pack ever since I left. I knew you were going to be in that area and I wanted to introduce myself."
"Why?"
Peter snarled to himself, "Why? Because my nephew and my own damned Beta killed me! Or they tried to at least. I didn't stay dead for long. And I'm not going to let them get away with that, so of course I'm keeping tabs on them. They'll pay dearly for taking my power from me, for trying to put me in the ground."
"You're a murderer, of course they wanted to get rid of you! You killed Laura, your niece!"
"I don't expect you to understand, I needed power- I needed to avenge my family! Laura wasn't using it, she was just wasting it. If she had just passed it over to me when I'd asked then I wouldn't have had to kill her but she refused! I did what was necessary- I always do what is necessary. That's something Scott and Derek will never understand!"
Kira struggled out of his hold, sitting up to look at him, "So is that why you travel around, mindlessly killing people?"
"Yes! They have all wronged our kind in some way! I'm just doing what the law won't!" he declared before tilting his head, "I have a little bit of fun while I'm at it but like I said, urges."
"I never did anything to you, I didn't even know who you were! Why did you go after me?" Kira sobbed, hoping that maybe her subconscious was trying to give her some answers. Otherwise that meant she was just having another nightmare and it was only a matter of time before it got worse.
"Because you're special Kira, a Kitsune- do you know how rare that is? And you are very, very powerful. The two of us together could accomplish anything!"
"I don't want to do anything with you- I don't even know how to be a Kitsune so I'm not that powerful!" she shot back.
Peter sat up then, taking her hands in his, "I can teach you! I know a lot about your kind, I'll tell you everything I know- unlike your mom. She's still hiding stuff from you, isn't she?"
Kira didn't answer, looking away from him. But she knew her silence was answer enough.
"I will treat you like a queen if you join me, teach you everything I know. I'm a mastermind, a genius, it won't be hard to teach you even though I'm a Werewolf."
"So you kill a lot of people and have gotten away with it, doesn't make you a mastermind!"
"I predicted and circumvented my own death Kira! I've killed hundreds of people and not even the Hunters have caught up to me- I'm like a ghost to them. I was able to figure out where you were going to be and set up my little playground just for us in no time at all. I know all kinds of lore about different supernatural creatures, probably even more than Scott's precious Deaton does. Even now, I have a plan to destroy Scott and Derek, I'm just waiting for the right time-"
"You won't win! They know you're coming back, they're ready for you!"
"Kira, Sweetness, even if they know that I'm coming back to Beacon Hills, they won't see me coming until it's too late. I'm 10 steps ahead of them and I love to watch them struggle."
"They are stronger than you, you're just an Omega, and Scott is a True Alpha, he has a big Pack, he'll win!"
Peter tsked, one hand coming up to cup her cheek, "You're severely underestimating me, but I understand. I haven't shown you my true power, my true strength, but Scott will bow before me- they all will!" He lowered his voice and leaned in closer, "But not you, no… you're going to be my queen, standing beside me. We'll rule, together, I promise. Just join me Kira."
"I don't want to join you, not now, not ever!" She pulled away from him, reaching up to slap him. But he easily caught her wrist and kissed her palm.
"Think of how strong I can make you. When you're finally ready to say yes, let me know. I'll teach you how to wield your power. But, for now, let me show you how gentle I can be." He laid back down, on his back this time, pulling Kira with him.
Kira resisted but even in her own mind, he was stronger than her; he pulled her against his chest and rubbed her back. Her body went numb, almost like when he'd given her that Kanima venom, she couldn't move and her eyes were too heavy to keep open. The steady beating of his heart soothed her and soon hers was in rhythm with his.
"There you go, good girl. Just relax, everything will be fine." Peter made sure she was falling back into unconsciousness before he released control. He wanted to stay longer but he also promised Malia a reward- the sooner he saw her, the sooner he could try and come back to Kira. He'd just come up with an idea, but he'd need Malia to give a slight push before he could try it. It wasn't hard to transfer his conscious from one girl to the other, since he had a very solid bond with his daughter. He was still in Kira's room, but this time he was standing by the bed and not in it. "Malia, I'm here."
Instantly her eyes opened and she flew out of the bed, hugging him, "Oh Daddy, did I do good?"
"You did very good, Kira was completely coherent tonight. I knew you could do it, you've never let me down."
"Does that mean I can have a reward now, please? It's been so long!" Malia pouted.
Peter grinned, hands coming up to slide into her thick hair, "Of course. I always keep my promises. What kind of reward do you want?"
Her hands lightly tugged at his pants, "I want to suck you, please, let me taste you."
"By all means," Peter growled out, his daughter was very good at that.
Slowly she dropped to her knees, fingers undoing the front of his pants and sliding them down. She moaned as she took him in her hands, stroking him to help him get harder; she licked all around the head, tongue running along the shaft. As soon as he was fully erect, Malia started in with her mouth, easily relaxing her jaw and throat so she could go all the way down. Her hands gripped his thighs as she started humming, vibrations causing Peter to gasp and start panting. Malia pulled back, tongue licking at the underside of his shaft; she pumped her head a few times, still humming and licking, getting him worked up. Then she switched tactics, sucking hard every time she pulled back, opening her mouth to lick all around his head before swallowing him again. With one hand she gently cupped his balls, lifting them up, getting a satisfied moan from Peter. She looked up at him then, eyes glowing blue as she sucked and bobbed her head. Knowing that he trusted her, she very lightly grazed her teeth along the upper side of his shaft a few times before she pulled off, taking the time to rest her jaw, other hand coming up to stroke him.
"Can you?" she asked, kissing his hip.
"You really want me to?"
Malia nodded, "Yes, I want you to take control, fuck me, please." When Peter gave her a nod, she growled with excitement, opening her mouth again. She loved when he took over, loving the heavy scent of power he gave off when he was in control. And she knew that he loved it too; he had her practice a lot to master the art of giving good head, but even with her talents, he never got quite as excited as when he got to do what he wanted. He stepped closer, pressing her back against the bed to give her some support, hand reaching down to tangling her hair between his fingers.
"Moan for me," he ordered, thrusting into her waiting mouth. She always did this, she got him excited with the light use of her teeth, knowing he'd lose control. But after all the years of being under his thumb, she performed best when she was at his mercy. After all, he didn't want her getting used to being in control, Peter did want it going to her head. So now she was conditioned to love it, beg for it; he was happy to oblige. As she moaned around his thick cock, he started thrusting faster, using his grip on her hair to keep her head tilted up just slightly. Peter rumbled as he slid down her throat, feeling her tongue wiggling against him as she tried to keep up with his pace. Then, with the slightest of tugs on her hair, along with a satisfied grunt, he told her to swallow as he came. He stayed pressed against her face, hips rolling as his orgasm passed, wishing she was really with him to clean up the mess. As he started to soften, he let go of her hair and stepped back, motioning for her to get onto the bed. "There is something I'm going to need you to do for me, as soon as you wake up from this."
"Anything," she answered, lying on the bed, waiting.
He quickly pulled up his pants before climbing over top of her; he snaked his hands into her underwear and started fingering her knowing that he needed her nice and aroused if his plan was going to work. "When you wake up, I need you to make a move on Kira- you're going to be aroused and you'll want to get off, achieve the orgasm I'm going to deny you. Demand it from her, no matter what she says." He paused, slipping a third finger inside her, taking a moment to just watch her arch her back and squirm. Her legs were sprawled open and her hips were lifted off the bed, rocking in time with his fingers. Malia moaned and whimpered as he slowed down a bit. "Are you listening?"
"Yes," she panted out. "I'm to jump on Kira as soon as I wake up, pushing, even if she tells me to stop. Please don't stop Daddy, please," she begged, voice going up in octave as she whined.
"When Kira is just about to break down, when she's struggling to push you off, that's when you stop. Start crying then, tell her that you had a dream with me, she'll be able to tell instantly what kind of dream it was. I'm sure you're rubbing yourself against her right now as we speak, moaning and whimpering for more." To punctuate his point, he pumped his fingers in and out rapidly, curling them to press on her sweet spot. He couldn't hold in a moan as she threw back her head and howled, hands gripping the sheets. The he slowed down again, needing her attention. "The most important part, is to start talking about the dream, make her listen, don't let her change the subject at all. As you're telling her about it, get excited again, let her know you enjoyed it, wanted it. I want you to get her aroused by listening to you, have her go into detail about when I visited her, touch her. I want her to be ready and begging for my cock when she falls back asleep. Then, after she starts accepting me in her dreams, we can tell her that they aren't just dreams. Hopefully by then, she'll want the real me anyways. If you can do that for me tonight, I'll have a very special treat for you. Can you guess what it is?"
Malia shook her head, too occupied with trying to remember the plan while also getting pushed closer to an orgasm.
"I'll come see you in person, I'll fuck you in your bed, while your fake father is at work. How does that sound?"
"Oh, yes, please! I've missed you, your touch, your real touch. I can do that, I promise. She'll be ready for you, I'll make sure of it!"
"Good, are you ready to start?"
Back in Kira's real room, the Fox had woken up minutes ago- her girlfriend's whimpers startling her awake. But then she felt how Malia was grinding against her, how heavy she was panting, and Kira flushed. Should she try and wake her, or just let it go? Kira glanced at the clock and saw that it was going on one in the morning- if Malia got any louder, then her mom might bust in here thinking they were up to no good. Best to wake her and settle her down before they got into trouble.
"Malia, wake up, please," she whispered, lightly shaking her shoulder. But Malia just snaked a leg around Kira's hips. "Oh God, Malia, you need to stop…"
This time, the Coyote did wake up, glowing blue eyes looking around the room. Without waiting for Kira to explain anything, Malia rolled over top of her, grinding her clit against Kira's thigh as she kissed her. When Kira tried to push her off, tell her to calm down, Malia pushed her tongue inside her mouth, quieting her. Kira was shell-shocked, barely able to breathe as her girlfriend sucked at her lips and flicked her tongue around. It was the hands suddenly lifting her shirt that got her to move again, pushing against the hands that were pinching her nipples.
"Malia, stop," she whispered fiercely, turning her head to the side to breathe and speak.
"I need to, let me!" Malia growled in a low tone, panting in Kira's ear before biting down on her lobe. She could feel herself getting frustrated at the lack of pressure inside her, just rubbing herself against Kira wasn't enough! So she grabbed one of Kira's hands, trying to maneuver it under the sheets when Kira started to really panic.
"Why are you doing this? I need you to stop, please!" she begged, finally getting Malia's attention.
Malia sat up on her elbow, looking down at her girlfriend, tears threatening to spill out. She could feel the tears welling up in her own eyes, voice cracking as she spoke, "I… I'm sorry, I just… I had a dream about Peter. I woke up and… I needed to touch you, be with you. I wanted to replace him with you, I had to. I couldn't stop, I'm sorry." Malia rolled off of Kira and sobbed quietly.
Kira sat up, full of concern, "You had a dream about Peter? I thought you said you didn't dream, do you want me to get some of that medicine?"
"No, don't leave me alone yet… and normally if I do dream, I don't remember them but… I woke up so suddenly, I guess it was fresh in my mind."
"How bad was it?" Kira asked, setting her hand on Malia's shoulder.
The Coyote took a second to calm herself, wiping her cheeks; then she turned and pulled Kira back down against the pillows, arm curling around her middle. Now she was able to whisper in her ear but was also positioned so she could slowly make a move on Kira again. "I was here, in your room, only I was alone. I heard Peter calling my name and it felt like I woke up, for real. He was standing at the edge of the bed- he pulled me off and shoved me to the floor."
Kira sucked in a breath as she heard Malia start to describe her dream, those were the same nightmares Kira was having! Although in the last one, she hadn't woken up scared… she had just, drifted off to sleep.
"He said I had a job to do, and I tried to scream but he hit me," Malia lied, needing to create a different beginning to the events that had happened. "Peter said that if I was going to try and scream then he'd just shut me up. Next thing I know I'm on my knees and shoved up against the bed, his pants are down and…"
"It's okay, we don't have to talk-"
"No, I want to… Kira, I had a dream like you, I was enjoying it- feel how wet I am!" Before the Kitsune had time to tense up, Malia had slipped both their hands into her underwear. "See, it started off scary but… it didn't end scary." Lightly, she encouraged Kira's fingers inside her, moaning very lightly. "Peter shoved his cock in my mouth, had my hair tangled in his hands- he fucked my mouth hard," she whispered in Kira's ear, spreading her legs wider, still moving Kira's hand for her. "He came in my mouth, made me swallow, then he picked me up, threw me back onto the bed and tore off my pants." Malia was panting now, hips rolling against Kira's feathery movements. But she hadn't said a word, hadn't tried to remove her hand so Malia felt it was safe to withdraw her own hand. Slowly she slid her now free hand under Kira's shirt, lightly rubbing circles on her stomach. "He fingered me Kira, hard and fast; Peter was amazing, I couldn't get enough. My hips were lifting off the bed as I tried to take him deeper inside me!" She took a stuttered breath, biting her lip and moaning low in Kira's ear as she felt her fingers start to move a bit faster. "See, it's okay to dream about him, Peter can do things to you I can't… he had you begging, so it's only natural that you think about having him inside you again. Tell me about your dream, please. I want to hear what he did that made you touch yourself."
Kira finally paused, it was weird to hear Malia talk like this, like everything was normal about this. She couldn't deny that Malia was very aroused, both while sleeping and again as she recounted her dream. Nor could she deny that she had been fingering herself the other day, while dreaming of him.
"It's okay, I want to hear it. Talking about it helps, if you talk about it, you'll understand it better."
"Yo-you really aren't bothered by the fact that a dream about him turned you on so much?" Kira whispered.
"No, because dreams are dreams, you can't help what goes on inside your head. Tell me? I promise if you talk about it, you won't be scared of it when it happens again. It will be so much easier," Malia pushed. She could tell that Kira was at least thinking about it, her fingers hadn't stopped moving yet; Malia kept encouraging her with a roll of her hips now and then too.
"I guess I can… are you sure you're okay hearing this?"
"Tell me about how Peter fucked you, please?"
Kira swallowed, Malia's voice was low and husky and lust was just pouring off of her. Maybe she was right, Malia didn't seem bothered by the dream at all, so if she talked about it, maybe it would get easier. "I don't remember the beginning that much, just that I was upset and scared… He had me pinned against the bed and he was touching me-"
"Who was? Say his name," Malia cut in, her hand now moving to play with the waistband of her pants.
"P-Peter was touching me. All of a sudden, I remember just getting turned on and then my hands were trapped over my head and I was completely naked… P-Peter was too. Just like that he thrust inside me and told me to enjoy it."
"Can I?" Malia asked, voice barely audible. Her fingers were ghosting along Kira's slit and she'd gently removed Kira's hand from her own pants so she could focus on the dream.
In response, not trusting herself to actually say yes, Kira closed her eyes and opened her legs a little wider.
"Good girl, keep telling me."
"Peter was thrusting deep inside me, rolling his hips and hitting my g-spot, he was sucking on my breasts and neck. Oh god he was so big, I never felt so…" Kira moaned as Malia took the subtle hint, sliding a third finger inside her easily. With her eyes closed, the image of the dream was vivid, Peter bent over her as he lifted her hips up. "Don't stop, please don't stop," she whispered, hips jerking at the fingers inside her. "Peter fucked me for what seemed like hours, I don't even…I just remember him, thrusting inside me, sucking at my skin. Mmm Peter," she moaned.
Malia was rumbling and smiling to herself- her dad's plan had worked! She hadn't really thought that it would, surely the memory of it would be too painful and awkward. But maybe because Malia had been so forward and open, it put Kira at ease. There was no denying the state of arousal she'd woken up in, and she confessed it was because of Peter. If she did this right, and didn't mess it up before Kira fell back to sleep, she'd get to see him in person, soon!
"Peter, oh g- Peter," Kira cried out softly. Her eyes flew open, realizing what she'd just said but Malia shushed her with a kiss, fingers flexing inside her. Confusing images of Peter and Malia flashed through her mind, she wasn't sure who she was supposed to be thinking of, but with the fingers curling inside her, it wasn't long before Kira was surprised by an orgasm, her body tensing for a moment before going slack, moaning loudly into Malia's mouth.
"That was so hot," Malia groaned when she finally pulled away a few seconds later.
"It was weird, why did you have me do that?"
"Trust me, the next time you have a dream about Peter, you won't be waking up scared. And if you aren't waking up scared, then you won't really need that medicine stuff anymore. Once you stop taking that, you'll go back to feeling normal and not sluggish. I just want to help, and that's the only way I know how to make the nightmares better."
"But it's about Peter…"
"It's a dream, it's fine. I don't want you to wake up again smelling like shame over something you can't control. Now, I'm actually settled down enough to fall back asleep, are you going to be able to?"
Kira nodded, "Yea, I'm actually feeling super relaxed after that." Kira snuggled up to her girlfriend again, still feeling a bit awkward about what had just occurred between them. There was nothing she could do to change it now though, she'd officially gotten off to her girlfriend fingering her while she recalled her previous dream about Peter. But maybe… maybe that really was okay. Maybe it would help Malia and Kira in the long run, help them to reclaim their sex life, since Malia would probably never forget what Kira let him do that night at the cabin. Hopefully her girlfriend was right about this, and it actually helped the two of them…
She was still weighing the pros and cons of everything as she drifted off to sleep, so it shouldn't have surprised her when she started dreaming of him. This time though, she was the one standing next to her desk, and she was naked and Peter was the one lying on the bed. Immediately she covered herself and looked away, blushing furiously.
"Don't be shy Sweetness, I won't hurt you. I just want to give you what you're craving," Peter drawled, ending his sentence with a sigh. "Why don't you just look then, since I can tell you're a bit shy." He waited until Kira was facing him again and he started to stroke himself, legs spread wide.
Kira kept her hands over her private areas but once she turned to look, she didn't really want to turn away. She'd never actually watched a guy masturbate before, it was interesting.
"You can come closer, I know you want to feel me inside you again."
Automatically her feet stepped closer, hands falling to her sides, this was just a dream, like Malia said. Already she noticed that she wasn't feeling particularly scared, just awkward and nervous. It wasn't bad to just let this happen, at least then it wouldn't be a nightmare.
"That's it, you can be in control," Peter whispered, reaching out to her with one hand. Slowly, surprisingly without any struggle at all, she took his hand and climbed onto the bed. He pulled her over his stomach and rested his hands on her hips, "How do you want it?"
Kira blushed and looked over her shoulder, at the wall, "I… I don't know… I've never… Malia usually calls the shots. Oh god, I'm talking to myself, I can't even decide what to do in a creepy dream with Peter of all people!"
"Then it is okay if I start?" Without waiting for an answer he reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb, middle finger playing with her labia. She jumped a bit, not expecting him to just touch her suddenly but she stayed put. "Crawl up here," he whispered, lightly tugging at her thigh with his free hand. Peter grinned as she slowly scooted forward, up to his chest. "Keep coming."
"You want me… that high?" Kira squeaked out.
"Yup," he answered. Knowing that she needed a bit of help, he used both of his hands to pull her hips up, moving her until her knees were on either side of his face, legs tucked under his shoulders. "Perfect, you remember this right?" Slowly he leaned forward, closing the distance between them. His tongue flicked out and rubbed her clit, causing her to jerk slightly; he pressed harder, mouth opening wider so he could suck on it. Peter felt her begin to relax, her thighs weren't clenched anymore and she sank down a bit. As he pressed his tongue lower, splitting her open she gasped slightly; he started to rumble, glad that she was just letting this happen. Malia must have been pretty convincing to have her be this malleable. He started to work faster, tongue lapping at her and one hand reaching around to rub at her clit. When she finally tilted her head back and moaned, he used his other hand, guiding hers to his hair. Apparently that was the secret, she carded her fingers through his hair and relaxed more, thighs sliding open so she could press down on his tongue. Cautiously she rolled her hips forward, fingers tangled in his hair; Peter used the movement to lift his head, pressing his tongue in as far as it would go. He moved his head in a small nodding motion, letting his stubble press against the very inner part of her thighs and Kira moaned louder. Her hand started applying a small amount of pressure, making his nods a bit bigger, timing it with the roll of her hips.
This was new for him, he'd never been content to just let someone else work him at their own pace. It had always been about what he wanted, and then he just took it. But he needed to let Kira see that she was special to him, that he'd wait for her. So he licked and sucked, following her cues to move faster or slower, to go deeper or to focus on her clit. It was absolutely fascinating for him to watch her unwind on top of him, slowly realizing the power she had over him right now. Kira was panting and moaning, leaning back now, finally letting him take back control as she came closer to the edge. His focused his mouth on her clit and pressed two fingers inside her, knowing they could reach deeper, move faster. As he flexed them, Kira's moans went up an octave turning into almost screams. Peter worked, sucking and thrusting until minutes later she finally came, walls pulsing around his fingers, legs going completely slack. Carefully Peter eased her off of him and positioned her against his side. He rubbed her sides and whispered into her ear, "Whenever you want it, all you have to do is say my name. I'll always come when you call me." Peter actually smiled when she snuggled closer to him, an actual smile, not a smirk or a know-it-all grin.
"Peter," Kira mumbled, just before falling asleep completely.
