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Assistant: Title: The Monster in My Room ~ Void Stiles
        Author: hotchocolatewhore hotchocolatewhore 
        Chapter: 1/2 
        Summary: I just moved to Beacon Hills, with my friend Nyla, in search of my coven. What will happen when I wake up in the middle of the night to see a boy sitting at my desk, with dark shadows under his eyes and an aura that screams danger?(basically sm@t with plot, not sure if I’m making this a longer story yet)TW: read tagsTakes place during season 3b of Teen Wolf, Void can temporarily possess Stiles (electrocution event at hospital hasn't happened yet) and he can control his own Oni.I do not own any Teen Wolf characters or plot linesAny other characters and plot lines are completely my ownThis story is also on Wattpad, under the same title and username.
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
         I twisted and turned uncomfortably in my bed, unable to sleep. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 2:38 a.m. Great. With school starting in just five and a half hours, this is exactly what I need.     I'm still not convinced that going to school is necessary. It's not like we're staying here indefinitely; we're not even unpacking half of the boxes. We haven't found my... coven? That's what I believe it's called. Nyla's grandmother is probably not the best research source. I believe she utilizes a different kind of witchcraft than I do, because she uses herbs and spells, but I just make b@lls of black energy in my hand that I can hardly control. I did, however, transfer many pens across the room at once the other day, which is an improvement. Maybe I'd be more skilled if Nyla's grandmother didn't detest me.     I'm still perplexed as to why she dislikes me. It's not as if she yells 'I hate you' and slaps me across the face, but she's constantly tense around me and never comes close to me. Nonetheless, she makes excellent cookies for me and Nyla, so it's possible she doesn't completely despise me. I wish I hadn't eaten the cookies she gave us before we left, I could really use one right now.     I groaned and rubbed my hands over my face before reaching over and turning on the lamp on my nightstand. I wiped my eyes to acclimate to the bright light. After my eyes had adjusted, I peered around the room to find a boy my age, maybe a year younger, seated in the desk chair against the wall opposite me. I was terrified for a brief moment, but then I remembered my magic and calmed myself.     He was facing me with his legs slightly spread apart and his hands in his lap, looking at me with zero indication of what he was thinking or feeling. He had messy, dark brown hair, with a pale complexion and dark bags under his eyes. His face was thin, high cheekbones and a defined jawline, and he had beautiful honey brown eyes. The corner of his mouth tipped up into a small smirk as I stared.     He seemed... dark somehow. I couldn't see any weapons on him yet he still seemed threatening, dangerous. I kept my blanket wrapped around me as I sat with my legs criss crossed, facing the attractive boy.     "Who are you?" I demanded, voice hoarse and dry from sleep.     He didn't answer, just stared at me with wonder and curiosity in his eyes.     "I said, who are you?" I spoke louder this time, and I felt my hand tingle as I prepared myself for a fight.     "You're not from here," he said, voice deep and raspy.     I wrinkled my brows, unsure of what he was trying to say. "I just moved here, if that's what you're saying."     He shook his head. "Your energy is different than anything else I've felt in this town. It's... foreign."     My energy? Is he magic, too? I reached for my phone next to me so I could text Nyla's grandma.     "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned, somewhat amused.     I stopped reaching for my phone, but didn't take my hand away.     "Why not?" I challenged. He quirked an eyebrow, eyes taking on a dangerous glint.     "Because I have Oni in your friend's room, ready to kill her-"     "Them," I interrupted with a glare.     He narrowed his eyes. "Ready to kill them at any moment."     I tensed, but I didn't move my hand. He stared expectantly at my still hand before returning his gaze to me.     "What are Oni?" I asked him.     The corner of his mouth tipped up again. "Demons."     I bit my lip, trying and failing to hold back a laugh. I mean, witches I understand... sort of. I've experienced them, and even if I hadn't I've read too many legends to @ssume humans are the only intelligent life form in the world. But demons? Doubtful.     He briefly lowered his stare to my lips and back up, lifting both eyebrows in question.     "I'm sorry, it's just... demons? Wouldn't that mean hell exists? The devil? Heaven? God?" I chuckled, "I don't believe in God, and I think Earth is hell enough on its own."     He let out a faint chuckle. "Not that type of demon. The Oni are more of a force of nature, supernatural demonic warriors. I control them."     Suddenly, a smoky black figure with glowing yellow eyes appeared next to him, startling me. I jumped slightly, putting both of my hands in front of me ready to defend myself or attack.     He slightly furrowed his brows at my hands, and he gestured to the figure next to him.     "This is one of them." Another one appeared in front of me, but to the side so I could still see the boy. It held some sort of sword to my neck. I started to lift my hand again. "I wouldn't provoke them," he warned once again. "They won't hesitate to kill you. Now, where are you from?"     I kept my breathing steady and tried to think of a way out of the situation. I've never fought a supernatural force of nature or whatever these things are. Would they even be affected by my magic?     I felt a ball of energy forming in my hand, but remembered Nyla. He said he had Oni ready to kill them any moment. Would they be able to fight them? I sighed, not seeing a way out of the situation besides attempting to lie. I may not have much common sense, but I know better than to tell a stranger who controls demons my personal information, at least not if I can find another option.     "I just moved here from Colorado. My dad got a new job about a half hour away."     He shook his head and tsked, seeming almost disappointed.     "I'm not going to ask again. Answer me, truthfully this time."     "Fine," I rolled my eyes, annoyed at my still sleepy brain for not coming up with a better way out of this situation. Also, I'm annoyed that he could tell I was lying. Nyla must be a sh@tty lie detector, because they almost never suspect anything when I lie. "I'm from Ohio. There. Happy?"     He narrowed his eyes and made a small wave gesture with his hand. My eyes widened with terror as I felt the blade pierce my neck. I shot a ball of black energy at the sword, then shot the Oni, who vanished into thin air after the initial blast. Instead, I ended up blasting a box. Hoping it wasn't anything vital, I got up and began sprinting towards the door, but two Oni materialized in front of it and blocked my path.     "Stop," he demanded, slightly angry yet also curious. He eyed me up and down, reminding me that I was only dressed in a t-shirt and underwear. I quickly walked back over to my bed, covering myself with my blanket.     "I was telling the truth. I'm from Ohio. I came here with my friend in search of my... family."     "Stop lying," he ordered, beginning to lose patience.     I rolled my eyes once again. "Don't tell me what to do," I muttered. The demon appeared again and I felt it's sword against my neck.     "Stiles 2.0," he mumbled to himself, barely loud enough for me to hear. I briefly wondered who Stiles was, he seemed to annoy the boy, but the sword pressed into my neck and brought my thoughts back to the matter at hand.     "I'm looking for my coven," I told him honestly, and felt the sword disappear from my neck as the Oni reappeared beside the door.     He tilted his head and eyed me curiously, seemingly having a million questions on his mind.     "Why do you think they're here?"     999,999 questions left now.     "Nyla, my friend in the other room, has... connections with someone who traced a new energy source here in this town a while ago. We thought it could be my coven, or at least someone who might know about them."     He leaned back in his chair, resting his hands and forearms on the arm rests.     "That's not what you're looking for."     I raised my eyebrow. "How do you know?"     "The energy source in Beacon Hills is from an ancient magical tree called the Nemeton. It's powerful ley lines send energy throughout the whole town. That's what your friend found."     I closed my eyes, trying to feel the ley lines he mentioned. If I can feel the Nemeton because of it's magic, I should be able to feel them, too. I sat for a minute, trying to feel something other than the little buzz I'd been experiencing since we'd arrived, but I couldn't. I opened my eyes to find them almost instantly locked on his, who was already staring at me. He leaned forward with wrinkled brows, tilting his head once more.     "Your eyes were glowing," he said, confused. "It's because you're magic, isn't it?"     I nodded, forming another ball of energy in my hand. I noticed the Oni made their swords appear again out of the corner of my eye, but I kept my attention on his reaction.     His brows arched, more impressed than astonished, and something in his eyes that I couldn't understand sparked. He reclined in his chair, man spreading once again. I looked down his body at his slim figure, not being able to see much under his baggy jacket, t-shirt and pants. I raised my eyes to see him smirking at me, as if he had been watching me the entire time. I averted my gaze and cleared my throat.     "Are we done here?" I asked, knowing I would feel much better if the safety of the only friend— the only family I have wasn't at risk.     "Do you want to be?" His voice was slightly lower and chill-inducing.     I ignored the meaning behind his question and narrowed my eyes. "I want you to call off your Oni and leave Nyla alone."     "They're gone," he said casually.     I studied his face, trying to figure out if he was lying or not.     "Go take a look, if you want," he proposed.     I slowly stood up and walked out of the room, down the long hallway, and into their room. I opened the door quietly and breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't see the Oni. I returned to my room to find him still seated there, the Oni having vanished.     "Well?" he inquired, knowing they weren't present.     "They're gone. Thanks," I said. Wait- I shouldn't be thanking this d@ck. He just threatened my family. I began to generate a ball of energy in my hand again. He watched me do so.     "What are you?" I asked, not wanting to let my guard down just because Nyla was safe. If he could control the Oni things then he had to be something, too.     He smirked, eyes filled with a dangerous spark. "You can call me Void."     I narrowed my eyes. "That's not what I asked. What are you?"     I took a step closer and Void's eyes tracked my movement, trailing down my legs then back up to my eyes. He stayed silent.     I took another step closer. "Answer me."     "Nogitsune, a dark fox spirit. A demon that feeds off pain, chaos, and strife." He paused, staring at me curiously for a moment. "You have a lot of pain and chaos in that pretty little head of yours," he mused.     Scoffing, I turned around and headed back to my bed. I sat down and returned my gaze to him.     With his head slightly c@cked to the side, he leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his thighs and clasping his hands together as he watched me.     "You have darkness in you," he spoke quietly, almost to himself.     "What the hell does that mean?"     "Your mind, your magic, the chaos. It's like you have no idea what to be; it's a battle between dark and light. You probably don't even realize it." He paused and grinned smugly. "You have darkness in you," he repeated, louder this time.     I furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding what he meant.     Darkness?     I mean, I have intrusive thoughts all the time but that's not darkness. That's just... well I don't even know what that is. But it's not like I'm having an internal debate about burning Canada to the ground or something. That would probably be considered dark.     Void, as if sensing my thoughts, elaborated, "Your coven, your magic. Only one coven had the same magic you have-"     "Had?" I interrupted. "What do you mean, 'had'?"     "You know what I meant," he stated, and I could swear I almost saw a flash of sympathy in his eyes.     I felt my heart sink to my stomach. They're all dead? How can they all be dead?     "They had a fight with another coven more than twice their size," he said softly, seemingly sensing my thoughts once again. "The only survivor died years ago, but nobody knows what killed her. She's said to have a daughter."     I perked up. "It's me, isn't it? That's how I have the same magic as them."     He nodded.     Well isn't that just the icing on top of the cake of disappointment. My mother, a witch from the very coven I've been searching for, is dead. How do you even react to that? It's not like I knew her. If anything, as harsh as this may sound, I'm more disappointed that the entire coven is dead. Who will teach me how to control my magic? Where do I go? Who even knows about—     "How do you know all of this?" I asked, well, more like demanded.     "I was recently reawakened by a sarcastic and annoying, yet skillful and intelligent, teenage boy named Stiles," he began to answer, gesturing his body as he talked about Stiles. "He researches the supernatural for his friends, and he had a book about witches. There was a small chapter on your mother's coven, and it revealed how they died. But I knew some members of the coven personally a long time ago, generations before your mother. I studied their magic, fought with them. We helped each other."     "I don't think witches and demons would be a very good pair," I thought out loud.     "Like I said before," Void reminded, "their magic was unlike any other coven's. Theirs was dark, chaotic. I was drawn to their darkness almost the same way I am to yours."     I had no clue what to say. Does this mean I'm some evil being? How many people did my ancestors hurt? Kill? I had no idea what to think.     I wished Nyla's grandmother was here; at the very least, I now understood why she disliked me. Perhaps she, or another witch, can teach me differently.     "I can teach you, you know," he said, and I looked up at him.     "You're a demon," I spat, a bit harsher than I meant to. "I don't want to learn from you. I don't want to become like you or my ancestors."     His eyes took on that dangerous glint again, with a mix of anger radiating in them as well. "What?" he taunted. "You afraid you'll become a murderer? Evil?"     I didn't say anything.     He scoffed. "I don't kill people for fun, princess. Your ancestors did, not me. I'll teach you how to use your magic, but what you do with it is entirely up to you."     "What if I say no?" I asked, not completely liking the idea.     Dark magic and a demon? That's a whole lot of bad influence.     "You won't," he said confidently. "You need me, or your magic and the darkness it contains will consume you, just as it consumed your ancestors. It has the potential to kill you, and it has already begun."     Okay, so I had zero options. My mind wandered back to something he said earlier about my ancestors.     "You said you were drawn to my ancestors, almost like you are to me. What does that mean?"     Void didn't say anything; instead, he rose slowly and gracefully, easily removing his jacket and showing his toned arms and large, veiny hands. Anticipation and fear built in my gut as he slowly stalked towards me.     "Enthralled, allured, fascinated, captivated," he listed as he walked, head tilted as he looked down at me. His voice was low and honey-like, if that's even possible. "Your magic, darkness, chaos— it all calls out to me, pulls me in. I'm mesmerized by you."     I felt the tension in the room increase as he stopped in front of me and reached his hand out, cupping the side of my jaw. He gently wiped something off of my cheek, likely grease from the dirty moving truck, with his thumb. I felt a buzzing sort of sensation where he touched me, and something undefinable and barely noticeable lurched in my gut. It was almost like a slight tug or pull, but my body didn't physically move.     "We're drawn to each other, even if you don't realize it yet," he said quietly, still staring at my cheek and stroking it with his thumb. "Let me teach you, and you'll see."     I think I was already starting to, but I nodded nonetheless. The corner of his mouth tipped up, seemingly satisfied, and he let his hand drop from my cheek. He started turning around, but I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.     "Where are you going?" I asked, not wanting him to leave but also wondering how he got in in the first place.     "Back to Stiles's house," he answered as he turned to face me fully. "He has school in about four hours."     I scoffed. "If you think you're going to go, after getting all touchy and sh@t, and leave me unsatisfied, then I'm going back to Ohio and never talking to you again."     He quirked his eyebrow. "Anything you ask, princess," he said lowly.     "Good," I said, and in a burst of bravery, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards me, pressing my lips against his.     He pushed me down onto the bed, towering over me with his hand next to my head, keeping him up, and his legs in between mine.     He kissed me again, hot, rough, urgent, and so good, while he stroked his other hand down the side of my body. I gasped as he pushed his hand beneath my top, and I felt his cold hand against my heated skin. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth and absolutely devouring me.     I flipped us over and straddled him, kissing down his neck and eliciting a slight groan from him. His hands ran over my waist and thighs and I began to grind on his lap, causing both of us to moan. He grabbed my jaw with his hand and pressed my mouth into his, reclaiming control of the kiss. I felt him harden beneath me, prompting a whirling heat in my stomach and a small mewl to escape my lips.     He pulled back from the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. I felt his breath on my lips, his chest heaving with heavy pants. “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he rasped.     I wrapped my legs around his waist and he lifted me up and slammed me back onto the bed, this time with my head resting on the pillows. My phone vibrated next to us, and he grumbled and flung it across the room; his mouth aggressively sucking and biting down my neck while my hands carded through his hair.     I turned to see where he tossed my phone, but he gripped my jaw and jerked it back to the other side, allowing him to continue his actions. "You could've broken it."     "Shut up," he said roughly against my neck.     He moved his hand back up my shirt, m@ssaging and stroking my breast while pinning my hands over my head with the other hand. I bit my lip as he kissed down my neck and collarbone, down to my breast, and swirled his tongue around the bud through my shirt, biting and sucking before moving to the other and repeating the movements. He slid his hand down my thigh and pressed his knee against my c@nt, forcing me to bite my lip harder to the point where small droplets of blood began to trickle down my chin.     He removed his mouth from my breast and noticed my bleeding lip. I felt his hot breath on my ear and neck as he towered over me once again, his thumb toying with the hem of my underwear. "I want to hear you and every little noise you make," he whispered huskily. "I want to hear you scream my name."     I nodded and let out a quiet moan at his words, not caring if Nyla heard through the thin walls. I could probably block them out with my magic anyways.     He licked up my chin until he reached my mouth and kissed me, cleaning the blood from my lip before leaning back again. He slid his hand out from under my shirt and—literally—ripped it off and threw it across the room. I felt flushed as his eyes traveled the length of my body.     "Beautiful," he muttered.     "Your turn." I tried ripping his shirt off, because I'm not going to be the only one with a ripped shirt, and failed. I grumbled and he smirked back, maintaining eye contact while he tore his shirt off with one hand.     He was… stunning. Gorgeous. Sculpted to perfection. Toned, pale skin glittered with moles, like constellations of stars, and I wanted to explore and memorize each one. It was almost unfair— no, it was unfair. He was so effortlessly charming, and he knew it, too. Ironically enough, it made him even more attractive. The sultry look in his eyes could make me melt.     I let my eyes and hands explore his toned physique before kissing him again, hearing a low groan spill from his lips as I pressed my body into his, desperate to feel him against me. His hand moved down my body, brushing his fingers against my c@nt just slightly and massaging my inner thighs.     He teased me a little longer, chuckling darkly at the dissatisfied noises I made each time he passed my cl@t.     "So impatient," he mused before finally pressing his fingers against my clothed cl@t, intently watching my moaned response. "And so wet for me. God, you’re soaked, princess."     He started rubbing me through my panties, whispering dirty words into my ear, eyes hungrily drinking in every shudder that passed through me as I came closer to reaching my climax. He stopped, pausing to take off his pants and toss them on the floor, leaving him in his boxers. My eyes widened slightly as I looked down at the bulge.     "D@mn," I muttered under my breath. When I returned my gaze to him, I noticed that he was staring down at me with a grin that was somehow both proud and threatening on his face.     "I don't know what you're so proud of," I remarked. "This isn't even your body."     I watched as his smug grin faded away, leaving only a threatening and somewhat angry scowl behind. I briefly considered how simple it would be to p@ss him off or provoke him, to get him all riled up.     "Stiles, though…" I said as I sensually ran my hands over his shoulders and slowly down his body, feeling him tense ever so slightly. "Mmm. He's one hot tamale. It's a shame you possessed him, I bet he's good with his-"     I felt a flood of heat flow through my body as he brought his hand down to my neck, squeezing it just enough so that I could still, barely, breathe.     "He wouldn't satisfy you," he said, growl-like. "Not like I would."     "Then prove it," I challenged, and he roughly pressed his lips back down to mine. He used his other hand to rip off my panties, and before I could complain about it he pushed a finger inside me, finding my g-spot almost immediately. I moaned, arching my back and fisting the sheets in my hands.     He started quickly pumping his finger in and out, curling his finger as he did, and slightly increased the pressure on my neck. I started grinding up into his finger as he added another, keeping his relentless pace. The pain turned back to pleasure almost instantly, and I started grinding into his fingers again.     "Such a good girl," he said huskily into my ear, his breath hot against my ear and neck. "F@ck@ng yourself on my fingers, showing me just how good I'm making you feel. I want you to c@m from just my two fingers."     I moaned and picked up the pace, meeting his thrusts every time I bucked my hips up. I could feel his heavy gaze on me as the familiar coiling sensation built in my lower gut.     "Don't stop," I panted. "Faster."     "As you wish, princess."     He sped up his fingers and the coiling sensation grew tighter and tighter. My toes curled, dragging across the soft sheets as I desperately chased my @rg@sm.     "Could he satisfy you like I am right now?" Void asked roughly, increasing the pressure on my neck once again.     "No," I breathed, automatically knowing who he was talking about.     "D@mn straight," he muttered. "Only I can see you like this, coming undone with just my fingers. F@ck@ng yourself like the sl@t you are."     I groaned at his words and felt myself approach the edge.     "C@m for me, princess," Void urged. "Now."     I moaned and let go, c@mm@ng on Void's fingers as he eased the pressure on my neck and slowed down his thrusts. He took his hand off of my neck and removed his c@m-coated fingers as I came down from my high, and he made sure I was watching as he put them in his mouth and sucked them.
       God he's hot.
     He groaned as he pulled them out of his mouth and dragged them down his tongue.     "You taste so f@ck@ng good," he sighed. "I want more."     I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at his boxers, which now had prec@m soaking through them. "You sure you don't want me to help you take care of your little," I gestured to his b@n@r, "problem first?"     He smirked. "Oh, you will," he promised somewhat threateningly.     He grabbed my thighs and spread them apart, then bit his lip at the view. I felt myself shiver, not used to being looked at this way.     A claw appeared out of the tip of his pointer finger and he dragged up and down my thigh, barely avoiding my c@nt each time. I sighed contently as he took the claw and cut my skin, causing small drops of blood to drip down the inside of my thigh. He then licked the blood and the cut in one stripe, the sting of it causing me to whimper yet also making the swirling heat in my gut return. He did the same to my other thigh, closer to my c@nt this time, and once on my lower stomach.     He groaned as he licked the blood off my stomach. "You are the best thing I've ever tasted."     I furrowed my eyebrows. "Thing? I'm not a thing, I'm a human. You're the thing."     He rolled his eyes and started kissing down my neck, softer than before. I tilted my head, granting him easier access. He reached my sweet spot and sucked hard, no doubt leaving a hickey, and I whined.     He started kissing back up my neck and I sighed contently, but unfortunately my brain isn't as easy to distract. "So would it be considered cannibalism if you drank my blood while possessing a human's body? Is drinking blood even cannibalism in the first place? Wouldn't that make vampires cannibals? Or no because they're vampires, not humans-"     "God, you're so much like Stiles," Void muttered against my lips, somehow sounding annoyed and fond at the same time, before kissing me.     "Hmm," I hummed into his mouth. He pulled back and looked at me as I asked: "Do you have a hard-on for Stiles, too?"     He said nothing and instead kissed up my jawline until he reached my ear.     "Maybe a little," he murmured against my earlobe before nibbling it.     My eyebrows raised, but then again I wasn’t surprised since I had a hard-on for him, too. I briefly was shocked at myself for talking about a possessed boy so casually, but that thought went out the window when Void tightly gripped my jaw and stuck a clawed thumb in my mouth.     He lightly traced a line from the inside of my bottom lip to the outside, causing a slight shudder to go through me.     "Suck," he ordered, and I did. I felt his burning gaze on me as I hollowed my cheeks and closed my eyes, swirling my tongue around his now declawed thumb and groaning quietly at the barely there taste of myself. He let out a satisfied sigh and spread my legs apart father with his other hand.     He stood up off the bed and reached down, holding my ripped panties when he stood back up. He straddled my chest, his d@ck dangerously close to my face, as he used the panties to tie my hands to the headboard, almost tight enough to bruise but not quite.     "Don't move," he demanded, keeping his claws out as he held my hips down and settled between my thighs. I shuddered at the feeling of his cold hands on my hips and his warm breath on my c@nt.     He licked an agonizingly slow strip from my hole to my cl@t, causing an unsatisfied groan to spill from my mouth. He repeated the action again, and then one more time after that. He then licked up between my left vaginal lips, barely avoiding my cl@t, and did the same on the other side.     I started squirming and he stopped immediately. He dug his claws into my hips, almost breaking the skin, and looked up at me. D@mn, he looks good between my thighs like that.     "I said don't move," he demanded once again.     "Or what?" I quietly mumbled under my breath, but he heard me and suddenly he held one of the Oni's katanas in his hand.     He dragged it down my body, starting at the valley between my br@@sts and down to my thigh. I shivered at the cold and sharp material, feeling the shiver go directly to my throbbing cl@t.     "Or we stop," he said as he dragged the sword back up my body and traced my cheekbone with it.     "Fine, I'll just f@ck myself," I muttered, knowing full well how turned on Void was making me.     "How are you going to f@ck yourself if you're tied up, mm?" he taunted. "Especially since your vibrator is all the way under your bed."     I froze. How the hell did he know about that?     The katana disappeared from his hand in a puff of black smoke and he reached down under the bed, and sure enough when his hand came back into view he was holding the purple vibrator. "You didn't hide it very well, I could see it from the chair," he answered the question I hadn't spoken aloud.     "Tell me," he said huskily, circling my c@nt with the vibrator. "Do you use it often?"     When I didn't say anything he dug his claw into my thigh, breaking the skin. "Answer me."     "Yes," I panted.     He increased the pressure and vibration on my cl@t slightly, and I whimpered.     "How many times a week?"     "Um, maybe two or t-three times a week," I said truthfully, voice shaking slightly. "Sometimes four."     He turned the vibrator up a notch, circling my cl@t with it. I moaned.     "Do you prep yourself?"     I shook my head no.     He dug his claw into my thigh once again. "Use your words."     "I u-used to, but not anymore. I like the burn."     "That's my girl," he praised, and I felt the praise go directly to my pulsating cl@t. He made the d@ld@ vibrate faster. "What do you get off to?"     "P-p@rn, usually. Sometimes guy moaning asmr videos."     He hummed, turning up the vibrator to the fastest vibration setting. I let out an absolutely obscene moan and tugged at my restraints, feeling the shock of pleasure radiate throughout my entire body. Too much, too much, too much.     "Would you be feeling this good if you were f@ck@ng yourself right now?" he asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear me say it. "If you were listening to some other guy moaning and getting off all by yourself?"     "Depends on how good the guy sounds," I panted, wanting to get Void angry again.     "Liar," he dragged the claws of the hand not holding the vibrator down my thigh, leaving scratch marks that would take at least a week to heal.     "And if you were all by yourself, who would tie you up?" he continued. "You do look so good tied up and exposed like this, and you sound so scrumptious, whimpering and moaning like a sl@t for me. And who would be able to taste you? To lick and swallow you down, to make you scream using just my tongue."     I felt his warm breath against my throbbing c@nt as he leaned down, and groaned at both his words and what was about to happen. He pressed his tongue against my l@b@@, licking the wetness. I shuddered and whimpered at the feeling of both the vibrator and his tongue, it was too much. Too much yet also not enough. I felt my body start to convulse as I neared my @rg@sm.     He sensed this and turned the vibrator down a notch, wanting to drag it out a bit longer, and moved it down to my l@b@@ before he went back to licking me. He flicked his tongue back and forth and then sucked hard on my cl@t, and we both moaned. He began circling my hole with the vibrator.     I started convulsing and tugging at my 'handcuffs' again, and Void pinned down my hips, his claws scraping against my skin as he held me in place. He started moving his tongue faster, pushing me further towards the ecstasy I craved.     "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," I chanted, on the edge of c@mm@ng. He sucked on my cl@t and hummed, sending an entirely new sensation through me. "V-Void, I'm gonna c@m," I warned, though he probably already knew.     He said nothing, just began humming around my cl@t again. I came shouting his name, his eyes fixed on my face while he kept his mouth pressed on my c@nt, and he licked up the c@m and other juices before sitting up.     He grabbed the vibrator from where he briefly placed it beside him, then leaned towards me and put the wet vibrator in my mouth, watching as I sucked my juices off of it with a groan. He threw the vibrator across the room and gripped my jaw, connecting his lips to mine and causing both of us to moan as we tasted myself on each other's tongues.     I tugged on the panties, still somehow holding my hands together, and pulled back from the kiss, looking at Void expectantly.     "Untie me," I tried to demand, but my voice was still too shaky to sound anything close to threatening.     He leaned back and looked me up and down. "I don't know, I rather like you like this."     I rolled my eyes. "Of course you do. Untie me, @ssh@l@."     He quirked an eyebrow. "Maybe next time I ought to gag you, too."     I shook my head. "Next time you're the one getting tied up."     His other eyebrow raised.     "What?" I asked teasingly. "You couldn't have thought you were the only one who enjoys making someone a whimpering, whining mess below you, did you?"     His eyes took on a dark glint as he smirked, and he reached above me to untie my wrists.     "Chair or standing?" I asked him once I was untied.     He looked at me, confused, but said, "Chair."     I pushed him off the bed and used my magic to catch him in my desk chair, then used more magic to bind his hands behind his chair with my torn panties and bring his chair to the center of the room. He tugged at the panties, and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he realized how strong they were tied. I took this moment to gently rub my sore wrists, both of which had bruises forming where they tugged on the restraints.     I walked over to Void and sat on his lap, straddling him. "Okay, so I don't know how you read my mind or whatever to know what I'm thinking and feeling, so 'red' means stop. Okay?"     He nodded. "I smell it," he explained. "They're called chemosignals. Each emotion has a distinct smell."     I hummed, running this through my head. "What do I smell like?"     He leaned his face to my neck and ran his nose up it, smelling it and groaning quietly. "Mostly l@st. You smell absolutely mouth watering."     "Hm, at least I smell good," I shrugged.     "More than good," Void corrected huskily. "You smell almost as good as you taste. Absolutely delicious."     "Well you've already eaten me," I said, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "Now let me repay the favor."     I ground my hips down, deciding to tease him a bit first. I felt his hard d@ck beneath me and let out a small whimper, wondering what it would feel like inside me.     I turned around on his lap so my ass was facing him and bent down, hearing him groan quietly. I sat back up, grinding my ass down as I did, and wrapped my arms around the back of his head as I ran my hands through his hair and down the back of his neck.     I had no clue what I was doing, but judging by the long groan Void just let out I must have been doing something right. I rolled my hips on him a bit longer, smirking to myself at the frustrated noises and whimpers he made when he couldn't free his hands from the restraints.     I turned back around so I straddled him and continued to grind down on his lap, faster this time, and ran my hands over his body, kissing down his chest as far as I could reach.     I got off his lap and kneeled between his legs, leaning forward until my face was almost touching his stomach. I licked down his stomach, down his small happy trail, until I was face to face with his boxers, which were soaking wet in the front. I took the waistband in my teeth and pulled his boxers down below his knees, where I then ripped his boxers off.     I rubbed my thumb lightly over his slit, soaked with prec@m, and heard him take in a shaky breath. Using the prec@m as lube, I started slowly pumping his c@ck with my hand. I felt it twitch as I squeezed my hand and twisted slightly, moving at a faster pace.     "F@ck," he moaned. "Just like that."     I kept going like that, continuing to move my hand faster as he started bucking his hips. I felt him begin to twitch more in my hand, and his breaths started quickening.     "Stop," he panted. "I'm gonna c@m, stop."     I stopped, confused about why he wouldn't want to c@m. He breathed heavily, looking down at me with l@st-filled eyes and his lip tipped up into a small smirk.     "I want you to suck my c@ck," he said. He leaned forward and spit on his d@ck without breaking eye contact, an expectant glint in his gaze.     I quirked an eyebrow at the spit. "Really?"     "Would you rather I spit in your mouth?" he inquired huskily.     I leaned up so my mouth was against his, "If you're into that."     He leaned forward and briefly captured my lips with his in a short but heated kiss. He broke the kiss and looked at me, desire and l@st obvious in his eyes.     "Open," he demanded, and I did. He leaned forward as I lowered back down on my knees, and I felt as he spit into my open mouth.     I moaned quietly, leaning forward and pressing my spit-covered tongue flat against the slit of his c@ck. He tipped his head back and hummed a groan. I licked the underside of his c@ck from his b@lls to the tip, promoting another faint groan from him, and licked the slit again. His breath hitched as I finally took his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it agonizingly slow.     "Stop f@ck@ng teasing," he groaned, voice strained. "Take all of it."     I licked the bottom of his d@ck one more time before slowly taking him- all of him- into my mouth. I gagged as I felt the tip hit the back of my throat, causing him to moan. I bobbed my head, using one hand to fondle his b@lls and the other to grip his leg and keep myself steady. He groaned as I swirled my tongue around his d@ck and hollowed my cheeks, sucking as I continued to bob my head.     "Look at me," he breathed out, and I did. "God, you look so f@ck@ng perfect. You look so good with my c@ck in your mouth, with your lips wrapped around my d@ck. So pretty on your knees for me. I'd f@ck your mouth if I could, you wouldn't be able to talk after."     I groaned at his words, the vibrations it sent through his d@ck causing his breath to falter. I swallowed around him, and kept repeating the motions as I felt his d@ck start to twitch. He started bucking his hips, f@ck@ng my mouth as I sucked.     "I'm about to c@m," he warned. "Swallow it."     I kept my cheeks hollowed as I started humming around his d@ck. He twitched again, breath faltering as he moaned my name and came into my mouth. I felt the c@m shoot down my tongue and the back of my throat, and kept sucking until he finished.     "Good girl," he groaned shakily as he finished c@mm@ng. "So f@ck@ng good."     I pulled off his c@ck and swallowed, tasting the salty tang on my tongue. F@ck, he tasted good.     I sighed and let my upper body fall on the floor behind me as we sat in relative silence, the only sound being our heavy breathing.     "I want to f@ck you," Void broke the silence.    "Understandable," I responded.    He lifted an eyebrow. "Understandable as in you want to f@ck me, too, or you want to f@ck yourself, too?"     I looked to the ceiling, as if it'd give me the answer, and looked back down at Void. "Both."    He nodded slightly, "Fair enough. Do you have a condom?"    I shook my head no. "Don't need one. I got my uterus removed a few years ago."    "Don't you have to be 18 to do that?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed.     "Yeah, " I replied. "But, you don't if you get it done illegally."    "Illegally?" he repeated, surprised. "Isn't that dangerous?"     "Probably," I shrugged. "But she helped the other doctors during the procedures, so I figured she'd be fine. And she was. It went well, just hurt like a b@tch for a couple weeks after."     He nodded, and we sunk back into the comfortable silence.     "Are you ready for another round?" he asked after a few seconds.     I gave a dismissive wave of my hand. "Yeah, give me a sec."     He sighed, sounding annoyed. I leaned back on my elbows again.     "I'm sorry," I said sarcastically. "Was my answer not good enough for you?"     "No-" he paused. "Well, yeah, but I can't untie my wrists."     "Cry about it."     "Make me," he said suggestively.     "I will," I agreed. "In a couple minutes."     I saw him roll his eyes in my peripherals. "Sorry, let me try again from the beginning," I said, sarcasm lacing my tone. I cleared my throat, preparing to make my voice as whiny and obnoxious as the girls do in sh@tty p@rn videos.     "Please f@ck me Daddy," I whined mockingly. "I wanna feel your big c@ck inside me. I want you to f@ck me so hard I can't walk for a week. I want your c@m so bad, Daddy."     "Better?" I asked, voice back to normal.     "Much," he answered, and I don't think he was being caustic this time. "That was pleasing."     "I'm so glad," I said, still sarcastic.     He raised an eyebrow and spoke a few seconds later. "Daddy?"     "Yes," I sighed. "Daddy. Don't overdo it, though."     He looked me up and down. "You don't seem like the type."     "At this point," I exhaled loudly, "everyone is the type. I wouldn't be surprised if you were, too."     "I can be. What happened to your dad?" he asked, seeming genuinely interested.     "Ask my mom," I paused and choked out a laugh. "Oh, wait-"     I laughed at my unintentional half-joke, but I still felt a twinge of pain. Oh well, just laugh through it. I even heard Void chuckle, though I had no doubt he smelt the smidgeon of pain I felt.     "Soooo," I drawled once I stopped laughing. "Wanna fill me with your big c@ck, Daddy?"     "More than anything, baby," he half-teased. "Unfortunately, though, I'm still tied up. Your magic is strong."     "Thanks," I said lightly as I stood up and walked over to him, delicately tracing my fingertips up his thigh once I reached him. "There's more than one way to get your d@ck inside me, though."    He smirked and glanced down at his lap. "Well by all means, go ahead."     I sat on his lap and pressed my mouth to his, lips moving in sync as we kissed. He licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, letting him slide his tongue into my mouth and dominate the kiss.     I started rolling my hips as the kiss got more heated, both of us moaning into each other's mouths at the sensation. I felt him harden beneath me and groaned, anticipation building in my gut as I continued to grind on him. I reached down and started pumping his length until it was coated in precum.     He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. "Ride me, baby," he commanded breathlessly. "Ride Daddy's c@ck."     I lifted my hips up and aligned his d@ck with my hole, about to drop down on it when-     "Stop," Void demanded, looking at me with dark, l@st-filled eyes. "Tease yourself."     "I don't have to listen to you," I mumbled as I started rubbing the tip of his c@ck against my slit, letting out a gasp at the sensation. "You're the one tied up, not me."     Void smirked up at me. "And yet you're still complying."     I looked down at him. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked incredulously. "Cause if you don't shut your overconfident ass up I will."     "Baby," he groaned as I clenched my p@ssy around his tip, "you're going to hurt your Daddy's feelings."     "You don't have feelings," I muttered before kissing down his jawline, still rubbing the tip of his d@ck against my wet l@b@@.     I started moving my hips faster, lightly pumping his d@ck against my slit. I leaned my forehead on his shoulder, feeling the vibration of his deep moans and continuing to moan myself.     Without warning, Void bucked his hips up, slamming his c@ck almost all the way into me. I moaned loudly and let myself sink down fully on his c@ck, sitting there for a moment to adjust to his length. It was larger than my d@ld@, so the stretching burn didn't feel as good as usual.     "You okay?" Void asked, sounding genuinely concerned. I nodded, eyes squeezed shut as I waited for myself to adjust.     I felt his lips touch mine, almost like a caress, and I welcomed the distraction. He slowly began to roll his hips forward, just enough to help me adjust without adding too much more pain. I started rolling my hips to the slow rhythm of his, and felt as the pain turned to pleasure.    "I'm fine," I assured. "Sorry, you're just bigger than I thought."     "Don't apologize," he murmured against my lips. "And remember, it's Stiles' d@ck, not mine."     I let out a faint chuckle. "I could never."     "It does have some adjustments, of course," he added to his previous statement.     "Adjustments?" I asked, intrigued. "Like what?"     "Well, for starters," he said roughly as his thrusts grew stronger. "I'm bigger."    I hummed,  "Whatever you gotta say to make yourself feel better, babe."     He snapped his hips up, hitting my g-spot and causing me to let out an obscenely filthy moan. "And I'm experienced."     "Clearly," I panted, rolling my hips downward to meet his thrusts.     "I'm just better," he breathed out, tilting his head back as he sped up his pace.    "Mmm I bet," I teased, though I believed him. He's better than anyone else I've ever had, and even though I haven't had very many, that's still an accomplishment.     We kept speeding up until I abruptly said 'stop' and placed my full weight on him, stopping his movements.     "You good?" he asked, studying my sweaty face.     "Yeah," I panted. "Stop moving, let me ride you. It's my turn to be in control."     I pressed my forehead against him and wrapped my arms around his neck, and lifted myself up so his d@ck was almost completely out of me. I dropped down all the way, and heard a small moan from Void. I lifted my hips, halfway up this time, and slammed back down, repeating the motion as my actions got smoother and I started properly riding him.     He moaned as I rode him, rolling my hips and slamming my ass down on his thighs as we both got more heated and closer to our climaxes. I tried clenching my p@ssy around his d@ck as I went down, and judging by the loud moan that escaped him, it was definitely the right move. I continued like that, bouncing on his d@ck while clenching my c@nt around him as I began to pick up the pace.    He bucked his hips, and I stopped moving again.    "I said don't move," I gritted out, and dug my nails into his back.     He snapped his hips up again, smirking defiantly like the @ssh@l@ he is, and I dragged my nails down his back, over his hips, and over the sides of his thighs. He whimpered as drops of blood formed in spots across where my nails cut.     I've never been more thankful to have acrylics on.     I kept my nails dug into his thighs, holding him down as I began swerving my hips again. He groaned as I sped up my pace, matching the speed I was at before he rudely moved.     I sat up until I reached the tip of his d@ck and slammed myself back down again, basking in the beautiful moan he let out.     "F@ck yeah, baby," he moaned breathlessly. "Take all of it. You're so g@dd@mn sexy, f@ck@ng yourself on my c@ck like that. Oh, if I could touch you right now..."     He groaned at the thought and tried tugging at the restraints. He gave up with a frustrated sigh, and I smirked at his frustration as I continued to roll my hips against his.     "I want you to touch yourself," he suddenly spoke, voice filled with l@st. I briefly raised my eyebrows, a little shocked at the request.     I leaned up into his ear and whispered, "How?"     He groaned faintly, "Run your hands up and down your body. Feel yourself."     I complied, running my hands from my hips, up my stomach, around my br@@sts, up my neck, and through my hair before running my hands back down the same way. I sighed contently as I slid my hands back up my body, stopping to massage my br@@sts for a moment before continuing to slide my hands up my body. I felt a vibration go through Void as I did so, likely from a groan that was too quiet for me to hear. Or, I just wasn't paying enough attention to hear.     "Stop," I heard him say, and I stopped all movement. "Play with your t@ts, massage them, do whatever to them. Whatever feels good."     I slid my hands to my br@@sts and began massaging them, and I heard Void let out a low groan, sending more vibrations through to his d@ck inside me.     I splayed my fingers out over my t@ts and closed them again, repeating the action a few times with a pleasurable sigh before turning my attention to my nipples. I circled them widely with my middle fingers, slowly making the circles smaller until I was circling my areola. I felt my nipples harden and pinched them with my fingers, twisting them pleasurably as Void watched me.     He leaned forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and circling the bud with his tongue before sliding his tongue across my chest over to my other nipple and circling it's bud in the same way. I moaned quietly at the feeling of his tongue on my chest as he repeated his actions, going back and forth on my br@@sts.     "I thought I was supposed to be touching myself," I inquired teasingly, slightly out of breath.     "I couldn't help myself," he murmured against my nipple. "You're so f@ck@ng hot."     I felt a shiver of heat travel down to my throbbing cl@t and groaned, beginning to grind on Void's d@ck again.     He kissed up my chest and neck, until he reached the shell of my ear. "Play with your cl@t," he whispered huskily.     I nodded and placed one hand on his thigh to steady myself while I used the other to start circling widely around my c@nt, spreading my wetness around. I panted as my circles started closing in towards my cl@t, and I rolled my hips faster, feeling the anticipation building in my gut. I accidentally rubbed my finger directly over the sensitive spot, and whimpered at the pleasurably painful feeling it brought, digging my nails into his thigh once more.     Void groaned at my whimper and nails and tugged at his restraints once again-     He freed his wrists.     He brought his arms around to the front and stared at them in surprise for a brief moment, before looking up at me and immediately turning his surprised face into a threatening smirk.     I'd be lying if I said I wasn't just the slightest bit nervous.     He quickly stood, holding me up by my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist, his c@ck still inside me and pressing dangerously close to my g-spot. He walked over to the bed in two strides and slammed me down on it, automatically leaning down to attack my neck with heated open-mouthed kisses as he ran his hands all over my body, feeling every single inch of me.     I moaned loudly at his urgency and the feeling of his hands all over my skin. "Void," I panted.     "Yes, babygirl," he answered against my bruised neck.     "F@ck me," I spoke breathlessly.     "Anything you want, princess," he responded, still against my neck. "Tell me what you want, I want to hear you say it."     "I want your c@ck fully inside of me, and I want it rough and fast and hot," I told him. "Fill me up, Daddy."     He leaned back from my neck, holding himself up with one arm as he stared into my eyes. "Beg for it, baby."     I rolled my eyes, though I secretly found it hot. "Of course you want me to beg-"     "Don't bother denying it when I can hear your heart beat racing," Void interrupted huskily, and snapped his hips forwards. "Beg."     I moaned at the movement, feeling his c@ck graze against my g-spot. "Please fill me up with your big c@ck," I begged. "Please f@ck me. I need it- I need to feel you inside me. I want to feel your c@ck in my stomach, that's how deep I want it. Please, I want to cum on your d@ck-"     Void moaned filthily into my mouth, cutting off my words and grinding his entire body into mine, seeming a bit needy himself. I lifted my hips up into him, pushing his d@ck even further into me as I messily twisted my tongue with his.     He leaned up so he was kneeling and lifted my legs over his shoulders, and I moaned at the new, deeper, angle. Void pushed his hips forward and held them there, then took my hand in his and stroked it up from my cl@t to my stomach, lightly pressing down and feeling his d@ck inside me.     "God, feel that baby," he groaned, "You're so full. Such a good girl, taking me so well like this."     He slid our hands back down to my cl@t and started rubbing in circles there as he began thrusting his hips faster. The sound of our moans and skin slapping skin filled the room, and I had never been so thankful to be a witch than in that moment. We could be as loud as we pleased, and Nyla wouldn't hear a thing.     Void simultaneously sped up his thrusts and our fingers at the same time, creating an overwhelmingly hot sensation to go through me. I clenched my p@ssy around his cock, hoping I was giving him at least half as much pleasure as he was giving me.     "Stop it," Void whispered roughly.     "Stop what?"     "You're making me feel so g@dd@mn good," he said, growl-like. "Stop thinking that you're not."     I nodded and trembled as he started hitting my g-spot repeatedly, causing me to unconsciously clench my p@ssy around him even tighter. I moaned, face scrunched in pleasure, feeling my climax edging on.     "Void," I panted shakily. "I'm gonna cum. Don't stop- Just don't stop for the love of god please don't stop."     "I'm not stopping, princess," he assured breathlessly. His thrusts were inhumanely fast, and we both moaned as we approached our @rg@sms.     I felt his hips stuttering as I started convulsing, a tear slipping down my face because of how good everything felt. We came at the same time, screaming each other's names as we did. He slowed his thrusting hips as he came down from his high, and I felt his cum still inside me as he pulled out.     I lied down on my bed, exhausted, and looked at the time, noting that I had to be up for school soon. Void lied beside me and wrapped his arm around my stomach, pulling my back to his stomach.     "So did you want to f@ck all of my ancestors or what?" I asked after a few moments, remembering our earlier conversation.     "Only the hot ones," he replied.     "Gross," I thought out loud, turning my head to face him. They're practically my family, my dead family, but still family nonetheless, I think. I mean, my mother was part of the coven at some point, so I even have blood related family in it.     "I only actually slept with one of them, and she wasn't related to you in any way," he assured. "I didn't have this type of connection with any of them."     "What does that mean?" I asked. I turned my body completely to face him, and he wrapped his arm around my lower back, soothingly stroking his hand in circles against my skin.     "There's something in you, some part of you that's... different. It's why I couldn't recognize your magic sooner. It's likely something from your father," he answered.     "And that's why we have a different type of connection?" I speculated.     "I believe so, but I'm not sure," his voice was quiet and raspy, and he stared at me with his eyebrows furrowed as though he was trying to read me, like if he looked close enough he'd see the answer.     "So what is it about our connection that is different than theirs?" I questioned, wanting to get at least a basic understanding so I could ask Nyla's grandma more about it.     "Another time," he responded, avoiding the question.     "Another time?" I repeated, wondering if he was only talking about answering the question and not... other things.     "Yes, another time," he said, sliding his hand down over my ass and the side of my thigh.     I hummed contently, and we stayed like that for a couple minutes. I adjusted myself slightly, to get more comfortable, and became conscious of the cold, sticky substance between my thighs.     "We should probably shower," I suggested.     He nodded, and I slowly sat up. He noticed me wince as I did so and placed his hand on my thigh, stopping me. I turned my head towards him to ask 'What?', but suddenly felt an overwhelming woozy sensation.     I could have sworn I saw black veins licking up his arms, but before I could think any further I blacked out, the last things I felt being his hand on my thigh and my head hitting my pillow.(A/N sorry my writing's less good towards the end, I was tired while I wrote it and just wanted to finish it already. If you have any suggestions, leave them in the comments, please!!)'
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