A/N: Thanks to raktajinos for betaing this for me, as well as Emeralddawn and calrissian18 for continued support and encouragement.

Warnings: Contains dub-con and some non-con by definition near the end, as well as a bit of werewolf kinkery.

Lydia decided to have something to drink after all. In those hours she had gotten pretty thirsty and thinking they still needed to drive back it seemed necessary. Even though the energy drink did not look very inviting. Much to her annoyance the lid was really tightly screwed on.

"Need help?" Peter asked.

Then she managed to loosen it. "No, thanks I am doing fine."

Taking a sip, Lydia found that the red liquid was tasting surprisingly well. Good enough to empty it half way. Her birthday was not on full moon but it was shining bright enough to

"Honestly, that stuff is pretty good," he said. "Even if it does not look that way."

"Running on energy drinks?" Lydia commented as she looked back and saw two more bottles on the back seat.

"A bit of extra energy can't hurt - you might find you can use a bit of that."

"For the exorcism?"

Lydia did not like that smile on his face. It had this foreshadowing of bad things that were about to happen; it made him look devilishly handsome.

"It is going to be a bit exhausting. But I suppose you can sleep of most of it on the ride back."

"I am so thrilled," she replied. "Seriously, what am I supposed to do - exactly."

"We'll be there in about 30 minutes - it will be so much easier to explain on location."

Lydia could not help but think, that whatever it was, it was probably unpleasant. Why not talk her through it before hand? While she and Derek had not exactly been close or even on good terms, she certainly would not shy away from using whatever powers she had if it meant that it could safe his life. Unless, it was not at all about saving Derek's life.

"It seems kind of odd that you started caring about Derek, after he killed you."

That made him laugh briefly. "I always cared. Did Stiles never tell you why I lured you to the football field?"

A cold shiver ran over her back as her memories flashed back to that scene. Oddly enough, she had no idea. After the attack everyone had basically ignored her, while she was feeling as if she was losing her mind, the whole werewolf angle had not even been conscious on her mind. Later, after she was finally in the loop, it never really had come up. Part of her had always assumed it had just been about his back up plan. But in that case, why had Stiles been there? He had not been the one that had called the ambulance.

"No," she stated bitterly.

"Allison's crazy aunt, you know the one who burned me and my family alive, had taken Derek. I knew if one person would figure out how to find him: it would be Stiles. He just needed some extra motivation. To think, none of this would have ever happened to you, if Stiles had just used his knowledge to get to Derek. Although I suppose, in that case I would still be dead ..." he looked over to her. "Either way - you can hardly say I just started caring about my nephew."

"Are you honestly trying to tell me, that Stiles would just stand by knowing that Derek was in serious danger?" she argued.

That could not be the truth. Maybe part of it but Lydia realised that she was missing way too many aspects of the story. So far it had not seemed important, she had been too busy wondering what was going on with her. Now, it felt like maybe she should care more about what else had been happening around her. After all, she was kind of part of this whole supernatural world - if she liked it or not.

"Stiles used to really dislike Derek - I think he wanted him dead - but why don't you ask him about it?"

Lydia refused to believe that but she knew she would ask. Once she got back, she needed to find out more. For the simple reason that if Peter knew about banshees, then she needed to know more about him. At least if she had any hopes of figuring out how much of what he told her was a lie or half-truth. In fact, she got the feeling, he was as truthful as possible and just left out details or misrepresented him as it suited his agenda. Whatever that might be.

"Please, Stiles does not want anyone dead."

"Are you sure?" Peter joked. "He wants me dead - then again, I suppose that is different, I guess you prefer me dead as well."

While she was sure, that he did not really expect an answer to that. She had one nonetheless. "No, I don't want you dead."

He gave her an almost surprised look, which she used to smile at him. "Because I don't want you spooking around in my head again."

Looking back at the road, he chuckled. "You are a smart girl. I suppose, that might indeed happen."

Lydia felt her smile drop. She had worried about it, now that he confirmed it, she wished she had kept her mouth shut. Strangely enough as she stared at his profile, watching how he turned just slightly every now and then to look at her, she kept thinking about something else: that she did find him attractive. That he looked particularly dashing since he had dropped the black leather coat routine. Which was strange, cause she liked men in black leather.

"Is the heat on?"

That was something else, she was feeling kind of warm. Not uncomfortably but noticeably warmer than before, almost like earlier, when he had made her duck out of sight. 'Don't think about that Lydia,' she told herself.

"Why? Are you cold?" Peter asked.

His voice seemed concerned but Lydia also heard an undertone. When his hand reached out to touch her, she thought it was because he had alternative ideas about warming her up. Only they were her ideas, remembering how warm his real self actually felt. So far from the creepy vision he had went he was basically haunting her bedroom.

Shaking her head, she replied: "No, I'm actually feeling warm."

She brushed his hand aside and instead had another sip from the bottle.

"You know, it's kind of funny, when I mentioned that I wanted to hang out with my friends, my parents said I should stay home because of the curfew. Everyone thought, it might be best, if I do." Then she laughed. "I would been so much safer looking for dead bodies."

There was this knowing look that passed between them. It should have terrified her but instead Lydia realised that she felt more excited. A hint of danger, maybe more than a hint, that left her feeling even more flushed. Then, Peter turned back to pay attention to the road which actually began to clear a bit. The dark veil of trees on either side, began to lighten as they reached a clearing.

There was big space in front of a simple but well-kept cabin. There was even a pile of firewood neatly stacked in front of it. It was the kind of location you used in horror films they used to make it less obvious that a crazy axe murderer was going to show up. An axe that was not sticking in the stump in front of the house. 'Well, don't be silly, Lydia - an axe murder is not going to be your problem. - You came with the crazy psychopath.'

Lydia found herself looking again at Peter who parked directly in front of the door.

"Show time."

Shrugging, she opened the door and stepped out of the car. The air felt chilly against her flushed cheeks. Then she heard a loud growl, that made goosebumps appear on her arms.

"Looks like he knows we are here."

Reluctantly, Lydia followed Peter to the door, which was actually pretty well secured. There were two heavy metal bolts securing the door, apart from the actual lock. It took a moment to unlock, enough time to become aware of sound that she immediately identified as the rattling of chains. After Peter had opened the door, he signalled her to enter the cabin and taking a deep breath, she walked into the dark room in front of her.

As the shutters in front of the windows were all closed none of that moonlight was getting in. Somewhat close in the pitch black of the cabin, someone struggled against chains holding him. The growls she heard were not as loud but they did not sound like Derek at all. She had heard the other werewolves make humanly impossible sounds but the continued rhythm had more in common with a captured animal.

Behind her Peter closed and locked the door again. She turned back to the door but of course could not see anything.

"I'm turning on the light, might want to close your eyes for a moment," he warned her.

Then she heard him make two steps and the light went on. It was not particularly bright but she was happy that she had followed the advice. The furniture in the main room was not too shabby but nothing to brag about either. There was a nice fireplace which was not in use and then tons of trophies mounted at the wall. Lydia realised that is was a hunting cabin. Given the design, the gun cabinet and the general vibe of the place, she knew it did not belong to a werewolf at all.

"Shall we go and see Derek?"

He extended an arm pointing at one of the three doors. Not wanting to show that she was afraid of the state she might find Derek in, headed with a steady pace towards the door. Peter was directly behind her and reached for the door knob with one hand, while his other arm went around her waist. As the door swung open, she immediately wanted to take a step back. Instead her back pressed against Peter, who prevented her from bolting.

"I assure you, he is not able to hurt you. Those chains are quite efficient."

Making her step into the room, Lydia had to say, that she did not mind him being so close to her at all. He had switched the light on, allowing her an even better look at what she had previously seen in what little light had fallen in from the main room.

There was a completely naked werewolf tied to the bed, not like any she had ever seen. It did not even look like Peter had shown himself, when he had revealed to her, what the others had been keeping from her. He had changed so much that it had been impossible to tell, it had been him. Derek had transformed about as much, just differently. He looked wolfish but his face was more human than wolf.

She turned her head and looked up at Peter. "That is not Derek."

"The possession has brought out a whole new side of him."

Lydia looked back, her instincts told her that something was not right. Derek's skin had completely changed tone, it was an ash-like black. His body was covered by black fur, which she supposed was the least awkward thing. He struggled against the chains, that had him spread out on the bed. The restraints around his wrists and ankles looked heavy enough to keep a human down on their own. Thick chains were secured on the floor in two bolted in metal hooks. He could barely move and second long chain was around his wrists and the bed. The third one was even weirder as it pressed his head back, making it harder for him to open his mouth. At least he would not be able to bite anyone coming closer.

"What do you expect me to do about this?"

"I will tell you."

Lydia felt him slipping down her handbag and putting it on a chair in the corner. Apart from that he pretty much held her closer than she would have normally liked. Right now, she felt strangely comfortable, feeling his arm around her waist and his strong chest against her back. When his other hand stroked over her cheek down her neck, she kept thinking that it was a real shame that the bed was currently occupied.

A wildly inappropriate thought given the situation. Lydia was aware that even for her, this was a little bit wilder and more random than usual. So far she had at least not been that terribly attracted to Peter. Apart from that brief moment after the sheriff's car had passed them, she had not exactly been fond of remembering how he had made her feel before the unpleasant revelation. In the past hour, a lot less innocent ideas popped unasked into her head.

"You - you've drugged me."

Suddenly, it all made sense. That was why she was feeling so warm and horny.

"I did, see there is a very effective and simple way, you can drew the demon out of him."

Peter spoke with a calm but focused voice. Lydia knew she should be furious, step on his toes or something but as his hand went down from her neck and ran over her breast, she was just letting out a small moan. He pressed his head against hers whispering in her ear as he bent it slightly to the side.

"When he reaches an orgasm through you, your powers will draw the demon out. Then all you got to do is letting out one of your special screams and the demon will be gone."

"Oh - that is all?"

Somehow her tone sounded less sarcastic than she had intended. With Peter's stubbly chin pressing against her neck and his fingers opening the buttons that held her dress together it was hard to focus.

"It's either this or I will have to kill him. After all, we can't let him run around like this, can we?"

"You don't honestly, expect me to ..."

Her voice failed her as she felt his lips on her neck, kissing and sucking in a way only heightened her arousal. Another series of moans escaped her, especially as a warm hand slipped into her half-way unbuttoned dress.

"I believe, we have already established," he told her while running his hand over the scars he had left on her side as he continued. "That I do not take no for an answer. Not with what is at stake."

There was something about this that felt wrong: This was apart from her mind being way more curious about the idea of having sex with Derek in his current form than being appalled by it. It was not even the fact that Peter's last comment should have her freaked out. Getting out of this would have been futile. Still, trying to would have been somewhat normal instead of wondering why he was feeling her up.

"If I am supposed to ...," she pointed at the bed. Then a moan escaped her and she laid her head back, "why is your hand in my panties?"

Lydia moaned as she got the answer to the question she had briefly pondered earlier during her abduction. Peter indeed knew his way around a woman's body. His fingers found exactly the right spots and the other hand had been gone from her waist and found their way under her bra.

"Ah, because he is not exactly up for foreplay and trust me, you are going to need it."

Even though she was not sure what he meant by this, as she was already pretty wet considering Peter had barely touched her. Her bra was rather uselessly sitting on top of her breasts now supported by Peter's arm with the right one more by his hand as he was running his thumb over her nipple.

"You are a horrible person ..:" she moaned.

"Doesn't that make me exactly your type?"

With that comment he slipped two fingers inside her, while his thumb continued their work stimulating her. At the same time, he stopped playing with her breast and instead pulled down the dress from her shoulders. She felt it slip from her arms, then her hips and then how it landed on the floor. At this point she felt almost like being set on auto-pilot. Maybe that was why Peter allowed her to pull his arms out of his embrace. Lydia used the new found freedom of movement to get rid of her bra by just pulling it off without even unclasping it.

"As I said earlier, I really hope you are going to like the exorcism, there is no reason why you should not."

Lydia leaned back more looking up at Peter with her head resting against his shoulder. Deep down she knew at this moment, she rather would rather forget about the whole exorcism and peel Peter out of his clothes as well. A louder snarl than usual made her look back to the actual person she was supposed to have sex with. Somewhat doubtful she kept looking back Peter.

"Don't worry, I said I would guide you through it step by step."

Those last words he said very slowly leaning closer to her and then he kissed her. Maybe it was the drug but this time the kiss felt even better than the one that happened in her head. When he finally gave her lips free, it took her whatever self-restraint she had not to tell him that she wanted to feel more than his fingers inside her. It occurred to Lydia, that if she had a type, it was definitely slightly lunatic werewolves.

While she felt reluctant to go through with this, she was also somewhat incapable of letting go of Peter. Her arms were resting on his and she still leant against him. They slowly advanced closer to the bed and she was so close to coming but just then he stopped. Finally pulling her panties off. Lydia realised she had stepped out of her shoes, when she he had left her dress behind.

Peter lifted her up and placed her on the bed directly between the spread legs. She immediately missed the body surrounding her with so much warmth. Almost as if Peter knew, she felt both of his hands on her back: running gently up and down. "No need to be shy - we both know how much you like using your lips."

Even though he was not exactly wrong on that, usually when she went down on her dates, they were somewhat aesthetically pleasing. Lydia was not the biggest fan of hair, even though in this case it was more fur and the important parts were quite normal looking. Except the part that was usually pubic hair looked somewhat soft and furry.

"You can do it," Peter encouraged her.

"Yeah, why don't you do it?" she asked back.

Lydia heard him laugh for a moment, then felt one of his hands trailing over her butt. "I have the feeling, he'd be somewhat less than thrilled if he found out my involvement included getting him hard. Wouldn't you agree?"

Feeling warm fingers once more moving in and out of her, Lydia was not really equipped with any arguments that spoke against this. Besides all of Peter's attentions did only help to increase her arousal so far and she had the feeling, she was not getting what she needed until she complied. Sighing she leaned forward, put her hands next to fur covered hips. As her lips touched the flaccid dick, the whole body jerked. It was like it instinctively tried to get away.

"Ah, that's the demon, he knows you are a danger to it."

Even though she was more focused on the fingers that now pounded into her faster and deeper, Lydia was still aware that the other hand was applying enough pressure to her back that she could not get back up. Only at this point she really did not care anymore. As little as the demon might care for what she was doing, the body it inhabited, was reacting to her touch.

Warm blood was pulsing through the somewhat cool member; concentrating as she used her tongue and lips on it. Lydia could not help admire, the thick, hard erection that came to life. For a moment she just looked at it before the idea of impaling herself on it, just would not go out of her mind. With the pressure on her back gone, she moved.

Peter let her, she still felt that he was close by but did not interfered as she climbed on top of the chained up werewolf. Seeing the almost mad glowing red eyes, as she straddled him, gave her pause. Peter assured her that he could not harm her. Not that she had been thinking about stopping. She was more focused on feeling her legs pressing against strong thighs, that were almost twice as thick as her own. Between her spread legs the hard dick looked so inviting.

Without further hesitation, she wrapped one hand around it as far she could. Using it to guide the erection against her wet entrance, as she slowly lowered herself. She moaned loudly as the head pushed inside her and the body rocked up, moving it a bit faster than she had prepared herself for. Then he lay still and she closed her eyes focusing on the incredible feeling of it filling her inch by inch. Even before she sat herself down, she felt Peter's arms wrapping themselves around her. His chest, this time bare pressed against her back.

Even though it was not how Lydia had pictured her first threesome, she was completely lost in the amount of stimulation. It was like a perfect union, she rocked herself up and down, brushing against Peter whose hands were not idle either. He supported her movements and kept rubbing against her most sensitive spot. She felt the werewolf under her beginning to growl reluctantly.

Lydia felt she was close to coming, this time Peter did not stop to hold her back. Instead, as she stopped her rhythm, while her body trembled from climaxing, he continued to move her. She felt herself clench around the hard dick as it was moved in and out of her. It was not an especially fast tempo that Peter forced on them but she had barely come down, she felt it pushing her back over the edge.

For a moment there was nothing but intense pleasure rushing through her. Peter finally had stopped moving her and instead just held her allowing her to lean against him. Lydia felt herself panting rapidly with sweat pouring down her. Inside her she felt something stirring. At first she thought, the contractions had also caused the possessed werewolf to finally come. It was not an orgasm building up, it was like the dick was growing. The base suddenly became bigger stretching her. Lydia tried to move up, only Peter held her down.

His grip on her was unyielding. His right arm pressing around her waist his own body suddenly pressing even tighter against hers. The other hand taking a light but very telling grip on her throat. Bending her neck to the side, he proceeded to kiss it and told her in between them to relax. Which was easy to say for him, but she did try to steady her breathing.

"You are truly magnificent," he told her.

He did not need to hold her down for long, after a brief moment, the dick inside her had been swelling so much, that she was afraid it might tear her apart if she tried to get off it. The transformed werewolf under her was growling dangerously loud as it began rutting against her. Whatever had caused it to resist was now gone and Lydia felt it now seeking release. Each tiny thrust was pressing the knot against a still vulnerable area that had not been slowly stretched around it.

"It hurts," she meekly said not even wanting to admit it.

Kissing her once more, letting his hand wander from her neck over her body, he told her to just go with it. She really tried to, because she was still turned on. It was like the pain was only edging her own further once she gotten used to the feeling. When she felt Peter's hand move between her legs once more, she just moaned and shivered, wondering what it felt like coming being stretched beyond her wildest imagination.

"We are almost there," he said with tone that even in her state frightened her.

Even more as, his wandering hand made its way to her butt and she felt his fingers pressing between her cheeks. The protest was already on her lips as he forced her third orgasm out of her. As she felt herself clenching against the huge knot, a yell came from her lips. A sound somewhat between pleasure and pain. Just as she could not decide if that pulsing feeling in her vagina around the knot was pleasant or unpleasant. It was definitely way too intense to think clearly.

Seconds afterwards, the pulsing became more intense. Lydia only realised what it meant as felt the warm cum shooting against her cervix. It was not like anything she had felt before, then again she never had been so completely filled by a partner as they had come. Lydia almost felt if that was not everything, in her hazy mind it was almost like something else poured inside her. Like an energy that sparked from cell to cell throughout her body.

"Yes, can you feel it," Peter suddenly murmured against her ear.

Even though she felt two wet fingers forcing their way into her sphincter, she knew that he did mean the energy that flowed into her body. It became more intense, while it was not exactly painful or pleasurable, it made her feel incredibly strong. Not in the physical sense, it was like her body was suddenly in less pain overall. Lydia welcomed it, since she was not only still filled by the super extended dick. Peter was now going at her other opening with two more fingers. It was not hurting at all.

Still, without that energy giving her the feeling she was ready about anything, she might have panicked as she felt Peter's erection pressing against her. Considering he poured a warm lubricant where his fingers moved into her, she knew this was happening and she found herself moaning in excitement. Even the fact that the werewolf under her was making the strangest snarling sounds, did not disturb her. Feeling the fingers prepare her, slick with whatever he had used, only made her feel impatient.

When he finally withdrew them, Lydia was completely relaxed and let out a soft growl of her own. The tip of his dick pressed against her entrance and then pushed inside with almost no resistance. But where his fingers had been able to fit easily, the much thicker erection was stopped by the bulge from the knot still stuck inside her. It pressed from inside her vagina against the wall of the anus and it felt like it was impossible to fit in more than the tip.

Peter had other ideas and bend her a bit backwards, before he rocked his hips forward. Making her scream as sudden pain shot through her body. Even as that ebbed away, she was overwhelmed by the sensation. Unable to do anything else but adjust to the rhythm that was forced onto her. Her eyes closed, she bore Peter thrusting into her. He never pulled out far enough to have to push past the tight point. Soon enough, the constant friction was getting her close to another peak.

Despite it, Lydia was sensing that something was wrong. At first she thought it was just Peter groaning as he was reaching the brink of his own orgasm. Only the groans began to sound more inhuman. Touching his arm she realised that he was also turning. It was almost like someone threw ice-cold water in her face, only there was no holding her back. Her own climax hit her hard and fast.

This time she felt how sore her insides were, as they involuntarily clenched around the two dicks inside of her. She was loudly yelling and groaning, as her brain was no longer able to tell what exactly she was feeling. Lydia did feel something else: Peter did stop his movements. Not to give her a break, he was howling somewhat triumphantly as he came inside her. Just like before, she felt this pressure as the shape of dick changed.

Instinct alone made her try to get away but it was useless. Claws pressed against her hips holding her in place. As her mind slowly realised what was actually happening, her head got clearer. The strain against her sore and stretched vagina got even worse as her back entrance was stretched as well and pressed against the small barrier.

Her pleas to stop and let her go, were not headed. Her only answer was a low growl and Peter rocking against her. Lydia felt tears beginning to stream down her face as the pain got even more intense. The worst part was that despite that strength that she felt inside her, it felt like she was torn apart. The noises that came from the two werewolves made it even more unreal, now that whatever haze had clouded her mind was gone. Yet, the horror came from sensing that she was coming again.

Unable to cope with that much pain, pleasure and the sheer madness of the situation, she screamed. The sound that came out of her throat was not that of a mortal girl, it was that of the banshee. The last thing she heard before she blacked out, were both of the werewolves howling in pain.

A/N: Hope that was not too intense, the next chapters will be more teen rated again.