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Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills	By : TheChemist Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 18746 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills Part 18
Show: Teen Wolf
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Lydia / Kanima (Jackson)
Codes: MF, Oral, Voyeur
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Teen Wolf, especially the characters Lydia Martin, JAckson, Scott McCall, Stiles, Allison Argent, Dr Deaton, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Derek and Peter Hale
Summary: Just like in the show, Jackson is evolving into the Kanima’s final form, and only Lydia can save him. However, this time it requires more than just touch

Jackson Whittemore was dead. It was a sad statement regardless the personal feelings towards the 17 year old. Oddly, he died in the middle of a lacrosse game. While dropping dead during athletic events wasn’t unheard of, it almost always was the result of an undiagnosed heart defect. Not Jackson, though. He had died from a slash to his carotid artery. However, for those that knew he was the Kanima, they knew that Jackson did it to himself in order to escape his living hell.
Only, that wasn’t the end of the chapter for Jackson. In fact, shortly after his death on the field, the 17 year old started leaking the venom his claws normally secreted. Knowing that Gerald wouldn’t have let the Kanima die if it didn’t suit his purposes, Scott, Isaac, Derek, and Peter freaking Hale (of all people) started working together.
“Who is this guy?” Isaac asked as the five men all talked.
“That’s Peter. Derek’s uncle. A little while back, he tried to kill us all and then we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat,” Scott recapped for the beta werewolf.
“But why would Gerald allow Jackson to die?” Derek wondered.
“That’s exactly what we need to figure out, and quickly,” Peter replied.
RING RING
Scott realized the ring was coming from his cell phone. He planned on ignoring it, until he saw that the caller I.D. was his mom’s phone.
“Mom? What’s wrong?” Scott asked.
“Something’s happening to Jackson’s body,” Melissa McCall said, loud enough that all four of the werewolves could hear. “You need to get here now.”
“Divide and conquer,” Peter said after Scott hung up the call. “Scott, you and Isaac go retrieve Jackson’s body from the morgue. Meanwhile, Derek and I will go research what happens to a Kanima after his death.”
*   *   *
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Dad! Come on! I told you not to bother me when my bedroom door is closed,” Stiles yelled after hearing the knocking. When the knocking didn’t stop, an angry Stiles jumped out of bed and threw it open.
“Hi,” Lydia Martin greeted. “Your dad let me in.”
“I…he…good,” Stiles stammered. Despite the fact he’d slept with Lydia on several occasions, Stiles was still awed in her presence. “Do you want to come in?”
Lydia replied with a nod before stepping into Stiles’ bedroom. While it wasn’t her first time inside, it was the first time seeing it with the lights on. She made it to the middle of the room before the tears started to fall from her insanely large green eyes.
“They won't let me see him,” Lydia started to speak. “I'm supposed to give him something. He kept asking for it back,” she added, holding up the key to Jackson’s house that he gave her when the pair dated.
*   *   *
While Stiles was confused as to who to comfort his dream girl as she mourned her ex-boyfriend, Isaac and Scott were equally confused. When they met Scott’s mom at the morgue, they didn’t expect to find Jackson’s dead body cocooned in the venom his claws secreted. Even worse, Jackson was now growling and showing rows of razor-sharp teeth.
“Let’s zip him up and go,” Isaac concluded.
“Agreed,” Scott agreed before pulling out his cell phone. “I’ll call Derek and see if they found anything.”
“They say he's in some kind of transparent casing made from the venom coming out of his claws,” Derek recapped for his uncle, who was looking through his files.
“That sounds officially terrifying,” Peter quipped as he processed the new information and used it to refine his search.
“They also say he's starting to move,” Derek added a few seconds later.
“Okay, look, I think I found something,” Peter said, getting excited. “Looks like what you're seeing from Jackson is just the Kanima's beta shape.”
“Meaning what? He can turn into something bigger?” Derek pondered as he moved to look over his uncle’s shoulder.
“Bigger and badder,” Peter agreed, his eyes growing as large as he looked on the image on the screen.
“He's turning into that?” Derek asked, equally disturbed. “That has wings.”
“I can see that,” Peter retorted.
Putting the phone back to his face, Derek gave Scott a command. “Scott, bring him to us.”
“I'm not sure if we have time for that,” Scott retorted as the body bag containing Jackson was now shaking so much he threatened to fall off the table.
“Scott, get him out of there now. Go now.” Derek demanded as he and Peter headed to their car.
As Scott hung up with Derek, another thought struck him. “I need to update Stiles…”
*   *   *
BEEP BEEP
Despite the fact that his phone was receiving calls and text messages, Stiles was ignoring them. After all, he had Lydia Martin in his bedroom. However, the gorgeous redhead had grown frustrated so she went and picked up his phone after the latest beep. Rather than a call, it was a text message, which contained an image as she looked at it.
“You’re going to want to look at this,” Lydia stated, passing the phone back to Stiles.
Taking the phone, Stiles opened the texts and read through them all, allowing Lydia to read from over his shoulder. It was all about Jackson, and the Kanima’s transformation following the death of the original body.
“How much do you know about this stuff?” Stiles asked the redhead.
“Pieces,” Lydia admitted. “Half of it's like a dream,” she added. After all, she did learn about the supernatural in a crash course dream sequence, led by Peter Hale only a few days ago.
“Yeah, well, guess what? The other half is like a freaking nightmare,” Stiles shared.
“I don't care. I can help him,” Lydia replied, the ‘him’ in question clearly being Jackson.
“Any chance I can talk you out of it? Because I really, really don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” Stiles said, the vulnerability easy to read on his face. “I will literally go out of my freakin' mind.”
Seeing the raw honesty on his face made Lydia think through everything she was agreeing to. However, if there was a way to help Jackson, she needed to try. Though he was a pretty shitty person, it was still her first love. Besides, Lydia had a taste of the supernatural, and her eager mind wouldn’t allow her to stop learning.
“I’m helping,” Lydia resolved herself.
“Let’s see how we can help then,” Stiles replied, dialing Scott.
*   *   *
All hell then broke loose. After meeting at an abandoned warehouse, Derek, Peter, Scott, Isaac and Chris Argent (of all people) teamed up to take on the revived Kanima. Jackson coming back alive had to do with his master, Gerald, arriving and demanding he kill all the werewolves present. And the Kanima was doing a pretty good job of it. Peter was off hiding, Derek had been stabbed enough times to be barely breathing and both Scott and Isaac were taking turns getting the living crap kicked out of them. And not that the Kanima needed it, but Allison was helping as well, wanting her chance to kill Derek for killing her mom.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Gerald called out, using the Kanima to restrain Allison before she could deliver the final death blow to Derek.
“What? Why?” Allison asked in disbelief.
“He's doing what he came here to do,” Scott interjected. “He’s dying. Cancer. I can smell it on him.”
“I am. I have been for a while now. Unfortunately, science doesn't have a cure for cancer yet,” Gerald explained before adding. “But the supernatural does.”
Upon hearing that her grandfather would willingly be turned into a werewolf for survival, Allison began crying from the betrayal. Meanwhile, Chris started hurling insults at his father, which made Gerald use the Kanima to threaten Allison in order to quiet them both down. Since the Kanima had his hand around Allison’s throat, they were all powerless to resist as Gerald forced the alpha werewolf, Derek, to bite him. However, something went wrong.
In a ‘gotcha’ moment out of a TV show, the werewolf bite proved instantly poisonous because Scott had long ago switched out Gerald’s cancer medication for pills filled with Mountain Ash. Therefore, upon mixing with the werewolf bite, Gerald instantly began leaking black ichor from every pore. However, before he fell unconscious, he made one last order of the kanima.
“Kill them! Kill them all!”
What followed should have been the massacre of all present in the werewolf. After all, Derek and Isaac were already practically dead, Chris and Allison Argent were only mortal, and Scott had dozens of injuries as well. However, after Allison managed to break free of the kanima, a familiar blue Jeep exploded through a wall and smashed into the supernatural creature going 40 miles an hour.
“Did I get him?” Stiles asked the gorgeous redhead in his passenger seat.
“AHHHHHHH” both Lydia and Jackson screamed as the Kanima jumped onto the hood of the stopped vehicle.
While the two teens jumped from the Jeep, Stiles fled while Lydia did what she came to do - confront and save Jackson.
“Jackson!” Lydia screamed at the hideous creature, getting its attention.
As the monster reared back one long arm that ended with 5 razor-sharp knives, Lydia held up the key to his house like it was a shield. Somehow, despite the monster having almost no humanity left on the inside, and definitely not his outward appearance, the Kanima paused. It’s vertically-slit, reptilian eyes observed the key and stopped his arm, mid-swing. Lydia’s breathing was still coming in pants, worried those claws would eviscerate her any second, but the Kanima simply tilted his head like a dog, trying to remember the importance of the key in her fingers.
And it came back to him. Making love with Lydia for the countless time in his bedroom. After he came inside her, he rolled over towards his nightstand, where that same key was waiting. He had given it to the gorgeous redhead, the same red-haired girl that was now standing in front of him, holding that same golden key. And that one little object was enough to start to bring Jackson out of his Kanima mode. Not fully, but a start.
“Lydia?”
“Jackson! Yes Jackson, it’s me,” she replied, starting to cry again.
“Don’t look. I’m a monster,” the once cocky boy admitted. “I don’t deserve you…or anything…”
“I know you better than anyone. Which is why I hope this gets through that thick, reptilian skull of yours…”
Jackson raised an eyebrow, or at least he would have if he had eyebrows. Unlike when she first saw him a few seconds ago after running him over, Lydia didn’t cower or grimace when she gazed up at his monstrous form. Instead, as her piercing eyes locked onto his slitted ones, she had nothing but passion and love in them. Licking those insanely plump lips of hers, Lydia used the added height the heels offered to reach her face towards him.
“She’s not about to kiss him, right?” Isaac asked rhetorically.
Sure enough, the gorgeous 17 year old girl and the mostly reptilian-looking Kanima pressed their lips together in a bid for Lydia to remind him of his humanity. When they broke the kiss several seconds later, something on the back of the Kanima’s hand caught his attention.
“Lydia! Look,” Allison said from close by. When the redhead did as her friend suggested, she noted that one of the Kanima’s hands had a small patch of what looked like Jackson’s human skin was starting to regrow. “It’s working.”
“Damn right it is,” Lydia replied.
Upping the ante, the gorgeous redhead reached out and grabbed the hand that was so close to her face before Jackson could bring it away again. The skin was rubbery and slick, feeling grotesque but Lydia ignored that as her delicate fingers isolated one of his clawed digits and brought it closer. When within reach, Lydia locked gazes with Jackson as she parted those big, pouty lips of hers before beginning to suck on his finger. It felt weird having the rubbery flesh gliding along her tongue, not to mention the feel of his talon poking the back of her mouth, but Lydia kept that sultry look on her face as she gave the digit several bobs of her head before removing it from her mouth.
“That’s disgusting,” Stiles commented, trying not to heave.
“But look! It’s gotten a little better again,” Scott stated with amazement.
“Well then I guess we know the course of action we need to partake in,” Lydia said, a naughty glint in her eyes.
“Now I may actually puke,” Stiles muttered.
With her mindset locked in, Lydia gave it a moment to think. She wanted to suck him off as all good sex started with proper foreplay, plus it may be enough to get Jackson back to his human form. But first, she had some undressing to perform.
“Should we…you know…leave?” Isaac offered, watching as Lydia took a couple of steps back from the Kanima.
“We have to stay in case her charms stop working,” Derek replied to the beta werewolf.
This meant that 4 werewolves, her best friend Allison and her dad Chris, as well as Stiles watched on as Lydia pulled off her cream-colored cardigan and let it fall to the floor. Fearing her composure would crack if she slowed, the redhead pulled off the black shirt, exposing the matching bra. Not stopping there, Lydia undid her denim skirt before pushing them down her underrated legs before reaching back behind herself and unclasping the supportive garment before the bra joined the sweater and shirt on the ground as well.
“Stunning,” said Peter Hale.
“Holy fuck,” Isaac added.
“Please don’t look, dad,” Allison begged her father.
“Of course, sweetie,” Chris replied to his daughter, though his eyes never left the 17 year old’s perfect tits.
Lydia wasn’t completely nude, given she still wore black heeled boots that went up all the way to her mid-thigh, but it made for a sexier image. Her tits were fully exposed, looking majestic as normal despite the warehouse’s dirty backdrop. Not only that, but as everyone’s eyes roamed down her body, over her flat stomach but before her boot-clad legs, their gazes landed on the bare patch of skin directly above her pussy.
“I’ll never tire of seeing Lydia Martin naked,” Stiles quipped, staring at her near-nakedness.
“Amen,” agreed Scott, and every other male in attendance.
Now that her undressing was complete, Lydia could focus on the task at hand. Which was apparently using sex to convert this supernatural scary creature back into Jackson. Her Jackson. Therefore, she knew what she had to do.
To say that Jackson’s cock was massive wouldn’t have been doing it justice. Though Lydia had been fucking the lacrosse captain for well over a year, she knew Jackson to have a great cock. However, as impressive as his human dick was, it couldn’t hold a candle to the monster it was now. Though it was green like the rest of his form, luckily it wasn’t the rubbery-looking flesh throughout the rest of his body. Now that he was hard, his cock stood an inhuman 16 inches long and what Lydia was going to guess was over 2.5 inches in girth.
“How the hell am I going to tackle this,” she thought to herself as she reached out and hefted the massive piece of meat.
As Lydia knelt on the ground, it drew her perfectly face-level with the monstrous cock swinging between Jackson’s legs. Knowing it would be impossible to suck the whole thing, Lydia started by lifting it up and stroking it to get a feel for things. With each passing moment she spent sliding her fist up and down his ultra smooth, but thick-as-a-baseball bat cock, her mouth was actually starting to salivate. Therefore, she liked her fantastic lips before dipping her head a little closer, opening her mouth before taking his crown inside.
“I know first hand how good those lips feel,” Peter Hale commented. In fact, it was a claim that two of the others watching could agree with.
“Oh! Lydia!” the Kanima howled in a monstrous voice.
A smile actually formed on Lydia’s gorgeous face around the cock in her mouth, proud of the reaction she got from the monstrous-looking Jackson. It was clear that the dick was not remotely human shaped, thus something more like an animal than person. And even though it was more akin to the Kanima’s tail than a regular man’s cock, Lydia still knew what to do with one. With her wide open as much as possible, Lydia used her lips and tongue to suck off the first few inches of his manhood. Knowing there was still over a foot of cock she hadn’t gotten to, Lydia pulled her mouth from his tip in order to lean her face closer to the supernatural creature. After giving him a few open-mouthed kisses around the base of his monster cock, Lydia extended her tongue and ran it along the side of his dick from root to tip. After opening her mouth and giving him a minute-long suck and swirling with her tongue, she repeated the long lick along his pecker again, only this time to the opposite side.
“So much cock,” Lydia observed.
Despite the fact that there was a considerable amount of dick held in both her hands, that didn't stop Lydia from performing. As she leant back in for another round of bobbing her mouth on the first several inches of the monstrous dick, her hands stroked off the remaining foot of cylindrical flesh. Pulling her mouth away to gulp in some air and give her aching jaw a few moments of relief, Lydia noted something on the wrist Jackson was using to hold against the back of her head.
“Look…his wrist…and hand,” Lydia observed, pointing it out to the gathered group watching as she sucked off the Kanima.
Sure enough, when Jackson lifted the monstrous hand from resting on the back of Lydia’s bobbing redhead, he observed that it was less monstrous. In fact, the whole hand had returned to a flesh-colored, human appearance. Hell, even his claws were absent.
“It’s working!” Scott celebrated.
“Well I think I know what we need to keep doing,” Lydia commented.
And that was exactly what she did. Buoyed by the positive results, not to mention all of Jackson’s groaning, Lydia continued to give the Kanima the best blowjob she could muster. Though his hands were getting more human-like, his dick certainly hadn’t, which meant Lydia did a lot more licking and sucking on only his tip. This time as she licked down to his base, she went a little lower and took one of his balls in her mouth.
“I don’t know how she can do this,” Allison observed, knowing there was no way she’d be able to suck Scott off if he was in wolf-form. Or at least she didn’t think she could.
As her cheeks hollowed from the level of suction, Lydia spat out the first ball after sucking on it for a handful of seconds. She didn’t go far though, simply moving her head to the other side of his monstrous cock in order for her mouth to gain access to his other nut. A combination of sucking and ball licking proceeded for the next minute or two, at which time Lydia, in nothing but her black knee-high boots got her insanely plump lips wrapped back around his shaft.
A sudden sensation snapped Lydia out of focusing on the blowjob. As she had been consumed with the inhuman cock, the Kanima was growing fascinated with her body, and for good reason. Unable to resist any longer, Jackson reached down and pawed at her amazing chest with his human hands, just like he did when they dated. His kneading was firm but pleasurable as he massaged the soft flesh, with occasional pulls on her very erect nipples. Not stopping there, his other hand reached behind Lydia until his hand was groping her exquisite backside. Though Lydia’s tits got most of the attention due to her willingness to show off her D-cups in low-cut tops, Jackson would argue that her ass was her best feature. Thick and plump, it was a fantastic ass for a girl not even 18 years old.
“Can you guys bring that over for me,” Lydia asked two of the werewolves watching her performance.
Realizing she was talking to them, Isaac and Derek saw what Lydia was pointing at and hopped to her order. Having spied a mattress off in the corner of the warehouse, Lydia would rather get fucked on the dirty piece of furniture than the oil-stained, hard floor. Lydia’s jaw was happy for the break, even if Lydia herself was enjoying the experience. Sure, Jackson didn’t resemble himself physically at all, but at the end of the day, Lydia was saving her first love’s life.
“Wanna join me in bed again, Jackson,” Lydia offered as she climbed on, making sure to use his real name.
After she had made her offer, the Kanima sprang into motion. The monstrous-looking Jackson picked her up from under the arms like she was a baby. He didn’t keep her elevated for long, only long enough to place her on the bed before climbing atop the mattress with her.
With his knees being at the very edge of the mattress, Jackson’s Kanima form was long enough that his rubbery, green face was hovering over Lydia’s before pressing down against her lips. Lydia returned the kiss with zeal for a minute, her tongue mingling with his extremely long, thin and forked tongue in the space created between their lips. He soon broke the kiss, only so his lips could kiss down her body, starting at her neck, moving over her collarbones until arriving at her large breasts.
“Yes, Jackson!” Lydia moaned as she heaved her chest higher, making his sucking all that much easier.
It was simultaneously unusual to have a man with a forked tongue and reptilian-looking face suck on her tits, but also erotic. After all, this was Jackson. Sure, he may have been in his monstrous form, but it was still the man she knew and loved under it. Which was why as he sucked and licked one breast then the other, she loved every second of it.
Lydia’s thoughts broke away as she felt the Kanima leave her bouncy breasts and travel down her body. His kissing began by going down the underside of her tits, followed by leaving a trail of kisses over her flat stomach. He continued over her bare patch directly above her sex, but before he touched her pussy, his hands clutched onto her shapely hips. With an explosive movement, Jackson spun the gorgeous redhead over onto her stomach before he took residence between her legs.
“Whoa!”
Instead of going for her pink slit, Jackson used his strong hands ending in glass-like claws to pull apart her thick ass cheeks and further stretch the anal sphincter. Noting the small gape it produced, the monstrous-looking Kanima pressed his face into Lydia’s heavenly backside and drove his tongue as deep inside her rectum as he could. This was saying something because now the creature’s tongue was nearly 8 inches long and forked, reaching and licking all new regions of Lydia’s bowels that no man or woman had rimmed before. And though Jackson was a hideous looking creature now, it still made her so horny given the way his tongue was wagging on her insides.
“Mmmm,” Lydia moaned into the dirty mattress under her face.
Jackson didn’t lack from a limited skill set when it came to performing a rimjob, even with a forked tongue. After spreading her cheeks and licking almost half-a-foot deep into her rectum, the Kanima pulled his tongue from her ass in order to form licks over the surface. He started to long licks over the hole and up into her crack before becoming more and more concentrated. He ended with the spreading of her cheeks and licking deep in her ass before he restarted the rimming all over again.
“God, that’s so wrong and yet so hot,” Allison found herself commenting, much to her father’s disgust.
In truth, Jackson wasn’t performing the rimjob as foreplay before anal sex, mainly because if he tried to stick his current cock into Lydia’s asshole, it would literally tear Lydia in half. Best case scenario, the redhead wouldn’t be able to sit down for several weeks. However, Jackson was somewhat of a savant when it came to sex, and in his experience, the longer he delayed in reaching Lydia’s pussy, the more explosive the pleasure eventually was. Which was why he took his time nuzzling Lydia’s stellar tits, and now why he was spending minutes eating out Lydia’s ass. Especially with her booty, there were a number of arousal zones, so it was heightening her experience before he ever made contact with her pussy…which was moments from happening.
Grabbing a hold of Lydia’s hips, the Kanima rolled her back over so that she was facing up at the ceiling. The moment she was on her back, Jackson spread her legs and couldn’t help but lick his lips when he got to Lydia’s pussy, her slit glistening, ready for him. He reached his fingers forward, brushing against the hairless patch of skin above her pussy before gently dancing his fingers over her labia.
“Ooooh yeah,” she moaned, her back arching in pleasure.
Jackson parted her labia with his fingers and brought his tongue to her clit. She cooed in delight as his tongue began to gently licked and caress her clit. He was slow and tender, with his movements surprisingly deliberate despite his monstrous appearance. Jackson showed all of his experience, as there was not a caress of that deft tongue that wasn't hitting exactly where it meant to hit. He knew how and where to make his fingers dance to compliment the tongue. Jackson was savoring every moment he had with Lydia while making each second different from the last.
If she wasn’t so lost in pleasure, Lydia would have noted Jackson’s legs from below the knees had returned to their human appearance. However, Lydia's breaths became shallow as Jackson worked her over better than ever. The sweet and tender caressing of his fingers and tongue, interrupted ever so rarely by the softest of nibbles on her thigh before his mouth returned to her pussy. She hissed, moaned and writhed atop the mattress, though Jackson's monstrous strength kept her pussy right in his face.
“Yes! Jackson! Yes,” Lydia squirmed on the bed.
Jackson wasn't teasing her, despite what many would think. Instead, he was building her lust and excitement until it was almost overflowing. He kissed hard on the mound of pube-less skin directly above her clit because he knew the roots of the clitoris were right underneath. This drove Lydia to buck up against him. He kissed her hard there for several long seconds before moving down to the side, where he kissed against the smooth lips of her pussy. Not the pink lips, but the skin portion as the legs of the clitoris stretched down that far. This drove Lydia crazy as well, especially when he reversed course, kissed hard over the clit roots then down to her other hairless pussy lip.
“Please Jackson,” Lydia begged, trying to get her opening against his mouth.
“Is she seriously going to cum from…that,” Isaac asked, referring to the hideous murderous creature.
Extending his tongue, Jackson licked the inner, pink pussy lips, first on one side then the other. This instantly made Lydia shoot a hand down to grip the back of his head while her other hand rubbed through her silky red locks. He avoided both her hole and clit for now, only licking her lips then actually sucking on them. Finally, after a few more minutes, he pulled his tongue away, moved down and performed rapid licks to her hole, barely breaching her opening.
“Holyyyyyy! Fuuccckkkkk!” Lydia screamed as she almost creamed right away.
“I guess that’s a yes,” the beta werewolf answered his own question.
“Mmm....ohhhh Jackson...Jackson...I...oh...I need...”
“What do you need?” he asked, planting a kiss on her thigh. “Tell me.”
“I-in me,” she gasped. “I want you inside me. So lay down.”
“I can’t. My tail,” Jackson retorted, looking embarrassed and a little frustrated.
“Jackson…what tail?” Allison asked from a dozen feet away.
Jackson held up his hands, but they had reverted back to their human appearance. In fact, all the way back to his shoulders were his human flesh. And Allison was correct as he couldn’t wag his terrifying tail anymore as they were no longer present..
“What the…” Jackson started to say before Lydia pulled him down to the mattress.
Jackson had the presence of mind to roll onto his back, allowing his 16-inch manhood to point straight up at the ceiling. Or it would have if the sheer weight of it would allow for it. Instead it flopped against his green, rubbery stomach with a loud noise. It didn’t stay there for long, however, because Lydia was already in motion. Showing no fear or hesitation, Lydia already had her leg swung over his powerful torso with her hips dangling over his lap. Descending slowly, she reached through her legs and lined up the massive slab of meat with her sex and the second she felt his unsheathed penis brush her folds, she sank down further on her knees and popped him into her pussy.
“How’s that going to fit?” Scott wondered out loud.
“Holy crap!” Lydia shouted as his tip entered her.
“Like that, apparently,” a dejected Stiles answered.
Jackson continued to grunt as she enveloped the first several inches of his cock into her velvet-feeling pussy. Lydia was doing the same, combined with some lip biting as she attempted to ride him a little deeper. The best she could comfortably take without feeling like she was on the verge of ripping in half was just over 8 inches, barely half of the Kanima’s epic manhood. Not that either of them seemed to mind at the moment.
“So good. So tight,” Jackson groaned in appreciation.
“Thanks,” the beautiful redhead replied with a wide smile on her face.
Smiling, Jackson sat back and allowed his sexy ex-girlfriend to do the work above him. Her pace, which had started slow, had picked up considerably. Raising quickly before slamming herself down into his lap, the horny woman was thoroughly fucking him, who was starting to look more human and less the monstrous by the passing minute. Even better was the view, as Lydia Martin had quite the rack on her. Instead of simply looking, the supernatural creature reached up and cupped each of her bouncing twins and groped them as Lydia rode him even faster as a result of his tit play.
“Oh shit…fuck…yes, yes, yes,” Lydia shouted, her orgasm building.
With her still sitting in his lap bouncing along half his epic length, Lydia freed Jackson's hand from clutching her breast and brought it towards her face. Opening her mouth, his ex-girlfriend isolated one of his fingers and moved it into her mouth, simulating a blowjob in order to get his middle finger coated in her spit. Once sure it was sufficiently wet, the horny redhead guided it down and around her body until it was resting on her curvy ass. Knowing instantly what Lydia was playing at but wanted to give her some control, making her essentially beg to get her booty played with. Jackson took over from there and placed the wet digit on her constricted asshole, rubbing it around but never penetrating, not this time.
“What type of people are you friends with?” Chris Argent asked his daughter in disgust, watching as the 17 year old girl thudded her ass continuously into Jackson’s thighs as his hand played with her asshole.
“This is just a slightly less typical night in Beacon Hills,” Peter Hale quipped.
No longer holding anything back, Jackson pushed his hips forward so that they crashed into Lydia as she was descending on his tool. The collision made a loud wet slap as flesh crashed against flesh but it achieved penetration deeper than Lydia had experienced. Jackson cared greatly for her so he didn’t give her more than he could handle, but the added force took the total amount of dick Lydia was taking into the double digits.
“Crap…I’m so close,” Lydia screamed. “Like that. Keep fucking me like that!”
“You can’t be serious! Not again,” Stiles commented, referring to his dream girl on the verge of cumming a second time at the hands of the killing machine.
Jackson already knew that Lydia liked her ass played with so the supernatural creature slid the wet finger into her backdoor the next time she plummeted in his lap. Lydia squirmed at first, but she was so lost in her own pleasure that she barely noticed after the initial penetration. Seeing that she hadn’t had her screaming orgasm just yet, Jackson pushed a second digit inside her asshole so that both of her holes were being stretched and probed.
“OHHHH….YESSSSS,” Lydia shouted at the top of her lungs as she gushed her juices onto his fat dick.
Losing control of her bodily function for a moment after her intense orgasm, his sexy ex-girlfriend collapsed down onto his chest so her perfect tits pressed against him. Stroking her hair, Jackson let the curvy redhead recover rather than push her into more sex.
“You always were a screamer,” Jackson spoke with his familiar wry grin.
“Whoa,” Lydia commented, running a hand through her long redhead hair. “What an orgasm. But I seem to recall we haven’t gotten you there yet.”
“Well then,” Jackson grinned up at her. “Let’s do something about that, shall we.”
Though he didn’t have nearly the same monstrous strength when at the beginning of their fuck-fest, Jackson was more than strong enough to easily left Lydia up and off of him. While holding her suspended in the air, Lydia was then deposited down onto the dirty bed onto her stomach, exposing her freshly fucked pussy to the supernatural creature who was kneeling straddling her hips with her legs pressed together.
“Goddamn,” Lydia swore as she bit the mattress under her as an inhumanely large cock forced open her pussy to its maximum.
Lydia was far from loose, but the initial fucking had made things substantially easier for the supernatural creature. Within a handful of strokes, Jackson found he was able to thrust down into Lydia with nearly half his 16-inch manhood, which was no small feat. And Lydia was riding such a high from her recent orgasm that she felt only pleasure as her pussy was spread out by his massive penis. Her inner walls clung to his condom-less member, making Jackson grunt behind her with each thrust. Clutching onto her womanly hips for support, the supernatural creature pushed himself back inside Lydia with more and more speed.
“Yes Jackson! Fuck me,” Lydia begged.
The supernatural creature kept up the brutal pace and continued slamming half his epic 16-inch cock into her tightness over and over again. They both knew Jackson wasn’t going to last much longer, which was a good thing because time was of the essence, which was why Lydia was using both her hands to good effect. From flat on her stomach with a man weighing a lot more than her thrusting into her pussy, Lydia couldn’t do much, but she could reach behind her, grabbing her thick ass and spread her cheeks, allowing a little more spread of her pussy. It didn’t accomplish a lot, but it did allow the supernatural creature to add an extra few inches, getting to nearly a foot of his monster cock inside her with each thrust.
“So…much…dick,” Lydia moaned in time with each spike down into her pussy.
"That’s it, just like that," Jackson found himself saying, loving how Lydia was now wiggling her ass with each thrust into her.
Jackson brought his hips back so he could quickly plow back into her pussy, his ball sack once again crashed against the underside of her slick sex. He seemed to be thrusting deeper than ever before into the redhead’s hot pussy to both of their enjoyment. He looked down to watch as his lengthy cock powered inside his gorgeous ex-girlfriend, with the moment most of his pole disappeared into her caused Lydia’s thick, bubbly ass to ripple in response.
“Not…going…to…last…much…longer,” Jackson warned the moaning and thrashing woman.
“Wherever you want, Jackson. Wherever,” Lydia offered.
The only place that the supernatural creature was unwilling to spill his seed was inside Lydia. Though Jackson had cum inside Lydia’s womb countless times in the past, he wasn’t going to be taking that chance tonight, mainly because he didn’t know what would happen so he couldn’t take the risk of impregnating her. He thought about cumming on her booty, but then the answer came to him like a crack of lightning.
“I know just the place,” Jackson commented as he pulled out of her snatch, moments from spilling his seed.
As Lydia felt his human hands on her hips as he rolled her over, she instantly knew where he was going to unload, and could only smile as a result. “My boobs?”
“Smart choice,” Derek commented, which drew nods from every male in attendance.
“Of course Lydia,” Jackson grinned as he furiously stroked his cock while walking on his knees a foot towards her head. “Cumming! On! Your! Boobs!”
Seeing he was ready, Lydia used her hands to cup her tits and present them to him and Jackson gladly took advantage. 4 large strands exploded from his head, coating her alabaster tits rather symmetrically. While a large rope of jizz splashed from underboob, over the nipple and ended up by her armpit on either side, the following blasts decreased in volume. With one last dribble of cum still present on his piss slit, Lydia took care of that by opening her mouth and sucking it right off him.
“Uggghhh,” Jackson shuddered from the contact to his hypersensitive dickhead, which drew a giggle from the cum-coated girl.
“Wow! I mean…I guess Kanima’s have more semen then the average man…or 5 men combined,” Allison observed while Lydia’s fingertips rubbed the cooling cum into her skin.
“Oh my God! Jackson…go look in the mirror,” Lydia replied, propping herself up on her elbows with an ear-to-ear grin.
Jackson gave Lydia a curious look before giving in to her suggestion. Raising from the bed, Jackson walked to the window and almost gasped. Instead, he continued to look himself over with more detail before turning around and observing his backside, to the best of his ability.
“Lydia! I’m me again! You saved me!”
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