Void bathed itself in Stiles's scrambling for the hold of her proximity. Her aura of delicious guilt made nogitsune feel immensely powerful, and keeping the owner of the body from reclaiming it was getting easier and easier. When he was done with this game he would spare this one. He'd have his fun with her mind and body until he's twisted her beyond recognition and she can't live without the chaos either.

Nogitsune span them around and pushed her onto the couch, kneeling between her thighs and gripping her at the hips. Lydia squeezes her eyes shut when he slips his hands under her knees and pulling her thighs up and over his shoulders.

Cold breath on flushed skin made her moan, her soft skin invites his lips, the taste of sweat and need begs for his bite. There'll be bruises soon, void will be sure of it. He'll feel the throb of her emotional disaster every time she spots the purple glowing against the cream. His searching tongue is wet and rather cool, Lydia's breath catches audibly in her throat when it finds her hot furrow.

He runs his tongue over her clit, spreading her to him with his fingers. Her taste seemed to only make him hungrier, but her energy is almost overwhelming even him as it builds. She's on the precipice, the wave is about to break, when he denies her his touch. Her hiss of frustration is music to the nogitsune.

He picked her up like she was weightless and bent her over the arm of the sofa. Lydia no longer cared who or what slated her lust, as long as it was satisfied. When he pressed the tip against her entrance she lifted her hips to meet him. His stillness was torturous for a moment, and she lifted onto her toes to grind herself against him.

The encouragement was enough, and he plunged himself into her so hard their flesh made a sharp slap on impact. She didn't have long to adjust before he did it again, and again, until she's back on that edge and something wicked is stirring in her soul. She cries out pleasure and the darkness rises to the surface, shows beneath her skin. Blue rivers on her translucent skin, for the fraction of a moment, run black. Her clenching around him, quivering beneath his form, pushed him harder and closer to his own completion.

With the last rhythmic thrust into her he grabs a handful of hair and pulls her head back, coaxing another climax from her as he breathed her darkest desires into the electric air. He howls his lust when he comes, presses his chest into her back and muttering profanities into her ear.

Human bodies have their faults, and even void takes a moment of recovery. But soon he straightens himself up and buttons his jeans, pulling a little silver key from a pocket and freeing her sore wrists. The nogitsune goes so far as to hand the banshee her dress as she stumbles about searching for clothes. It watches from beside the window as she dresses, amused.

"When they're all dead I'll keep you." It said with her friend's lips, she can hear the smile though she's facing the other way. Silence is kept, however, so void digs deeper. "I'll change you. I'll bring it out of the dark and you'll thirst for their pain like I do. You're going to like it." The fox closed the gap between them until he was a foot behind her.

Lydia's ears were ringing, his voice amplifying and muting at random. She can't focus on his words, she can hear the all too slow pumping of a still-beating heart. Under it all, almost inaudible, something is whispering to her. The banshee isn't in the room any longer, she's lost everything but herself and the tiny hint of sound. Something soft brushes her cheek, and she spins in the air to see the dangling end of piece of crimson thread, brilliant against the dark emptiness. Her hand glows in front of her eyes when she reaches up to touch the thread. She can't let go, she's rushing upwards faster and faster, the voice is getting clearer and clearer...

"Scream, Lydia. Scream."

The banshee turns to face the demon, a smirk on her lips, the fox reads her face with a knowing snarl but it is too late. The sound shatters the night air, cutting through the darkness like shards of ice. The nogitsune clamps human hands over human ears in a futile attempt to stop the onslaught, but to no avail. This was not a human sound, and miles away wolves rose their heads, eyes already shining. She's a little out of breath when it ends, but exhilarated, the look on his face makes her grin.

"Bitch." Growled the fox, feeling the boy coming to reclaim his bones.

"Really? That's the best you can do?" She replied, watching as his eyes roll back in his skull, and Stiles's body crumples to the ground. Lydia rushes forwards to check on him, the quiet air of intimidation is gone and he looks suddenly very vulnerable. She's slipped a pillow under his head and covered him with a blanket when Scott arrives, Issac not far behind.

"We have got to figure this out." Is the first thing she says, meeting Scott's fearful eyes with ones equally as grave.

A/N: That's it folks! I hope you've enjoy this fic! Leave me a review and let me know what you thought about it all! Thanks for reading!

*Remember that this is a fictional story, and sex is only sex with clear consent!*