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Peter felt a feeling of dread slither down the back of his spine, even as he tightened his hand in Felicia's soft, silkily hair, tensing as she ran her teeth along the skin of his cock, then diving back in to swallow him whole. His eyes almost rolled backward the pleasure was so intense, but that didn't stop the fear that he was suddenly feeling.
"Felicia," he mutters, quietly, and she hums around his cock, distracting him.
Again, he whispers, slightly more urgently, "Felicia!"
She comes off his cock, spit trailing from her swollen red lips to the head of his cock. He swallows, disbelieving that he actually interrupted her. Fuck, he's so close. But--
"I think there's something there," he says, nodding toward the dark of the warehouse that they'd crawled into and made a camp in for the night.
Felicia instantly draws the sharp knife she keeps in her belt out, eyeing the darkness as closely as Peter.
Whatever it is, it's watching them. Peter can feel it in the way the hair on the back of his neck is standing up, in the way his skin and muscles feel tight.
The world has gone to shit, and there are monsters everywhere.
He and his older sister, Felicia (half-sister, and much older than him -- like, almost ten years older, he's so fucking lucky she actually likes having sex with him and he thanks his stars regularly for it) have been travelling, dodging monsters (human and not) for months. It figures one of the first times they found a seemingly safe, indoors place to rest, a monster would find them.
He finds his own knife, quickly doing up his pants - uncomfortable as it is with his cock hard from his older sister's mouth sucking him dry - and heading around the opposite way as Felicia, carefully, so fucking carefully.
Something falls - it snaps against the ground, sending the sound echoing through the warehouse.
Peter feels a touch on his back.
He screams, turning and lashing out with his knife - the monster, quick and small, a blur of red with wings and horns and a tail, fuck, strikes out, raking him with it's claws. He barely dodges in time not to have his intestines on the floor, and the monster cries out as he must catch it with his blade.
It disappears back into the darkness as Felicia rounds a corner, there at his side, knife in hand.
"You okay?" she asks, and Peter nods, despite the bleeding on his chest.
"Come on out, little monster," Felicia calls, brave, and takes a step into the dark.
Peter swallows from behind her, keeping in-step as he follows.
There's another noise, something dragging against the ground. Fuck - he spins around; nothing is there.
"Felicia," he mutters, his stomach twisting in fear and unease, when Felicia cries out herself. Peter dashes forward, brandishing his knife, but Felicia is standing - fine but for the blood dripping from her hand and knife.
The monster is huddled in a corner, skirt torn, jacket shredded. It has long brown hair under the curved red horns, and it's tail is swishing agitatedly across the ground despite it's clearly terrified, hurt state.
"It was just scared," Felicia says. "She. It's a girl, clearly."
"It was watching us," Peter says, uncertainly, and Felicia answers, "Well, who wouldn't?"
"What's your name, little thing?" Felicia asks, squatting down and speaking low, gentle. And she is little; she looks almost near Peter's age, and he'd barely graduated high school when the world went to shit.
The monster lifts it's head, brown eyes shining in the dark. It looks weirdly familiar, but Peter has no idea from where.
"Wanda," she says, her voice a raspy growl, with a thick, lilting accent. Sokovian, Peter thinks. He only knows because his mother immigrated from Sokovia back when he was a kid; Grandma never adapted to speaking English.
"Do you want to come sit with us, Wanda? We can look at that cut my brother gave you."
Wanda glances at them, carefully, warily. Peter smiles, trying to appear non-dangerous and apologetic.
"Okay," she says, finally, and lets Felicia help pull her up.
She's kinda pretty, once they get back into the light from Felicia and Peter's set up, even with the red horns and the tail and the kind of leathery but soft-looking wings she's got sprouting out of her back. She's also half naked, the shredded jacket not covering her breasts at all, and the skirt barely hanging on.
It's probably inappropriate (okay, definitely inappropriate), but Peter's still mostly hard cock twitches in his pants. He discreetly tugs at it, and Felicia smirks at him. She glances at Wanda, then says, "You were watching us earlier, weren't you?"
Wanda fidgets. Eventually, she nods.
"Should I finish the show?"
Peter raises an eyebrow.
It's not like he's going to say no, but it seems a little, uh, dangerous. They don't if they can trust this girl yet. (He weirdly feels like he can though.)
When Felicia gets back down on her knees, he unzips his pants. Felicia takes him in hand, her nails sharp and dangerous against his sensitive cock. He twitches, licking his bottom lip, and notices that Wanda squirms where she's sitting, her eyes on Peter's cock, absolutely riveted.
Okay, yeah, that's a confidence booster.
Felicia draws him back into her mouth, swallowing him down, licking at his head and making his cock wet with her saliva until it drips down her chin. He clenches a hand into her hair again. "Fuck," he moans, drawing the word out.
Felicia shoves him backward until he's lying on the ground. She climbs on top of him; it's quick work for her to take off her pants. Her cunt is wet and tight and so fucking soft around his cock as she sinks onto him, throwing her head back, riding him hard. Well, at least half of it is to give their voyeur a show, but Peter's hardly about to complain. He reaches up, pawing softly at Felicia's breasts, heaving beneath her shirt and about a dozen necklaces.
Fuck, his older sister is so fucking hot.
Wanda suddenly moves, getting up close to them.
Felicia... smiles, and says, "Do you want a go?"
Peter almost comes then and there when Wanda nods, her eyes still on Peter's cock. Felicia climbs off, and then, fuck, guides Wanda up, over Peter's lap. She doesn't have any underwear on, and the ripped skirt is easy to shove out of the way.
She sinks onto Peter in one, smooth push, and cries out, her claws digging into his sides.
"Gentle, gentle," Felicia whispers into Wanda's ear, and Peter barely even hears it.
Wanda starts rocking her hips, lifting herself and slamming back down, crying out every time, desperately fucking herself on him, using his cock to get herself off. She must have been desperately turned on, watching him and Felicia earlier. Her chest heaves, her tail swishing back and forth and her wings shuddering behind her.
Peter grabs her hips, fucking up and into her. Holy fuck, she's hot.
He shudders when he slams into her, holding her still against him as he comes. He tries not to, honestly, but he's young and there are two really fucking hot girls, and Wanda is so tight around him -- he can't help it. He's hardly lucid enough to watch as Wanda climbs off of him, as Felicia leans down and licks between her thighs, finishing the job and getting her off. Felicia, of course, is hardly far behind, fingers having been rubbing zealously at her own clit the whole time she'd been watching Wanda fuck Peter.
"That was unexpected," Peter says, blissfully zoned out.
He'll take monsters that want to fuck him over monsters that want to eat him any day.
"We're keeping her," Felicia says, a sing-song tone in her voice, and Peter rolls his eyes.
Obviously.