As Stiles Teen Wolf

"St-haa-haa-iles, why did you?" Lydia asks me through gasping breaths, while recovering from her orgasm.

"I told you, didn't I? It's because if you're going to be with me I want you to be with me because you want to, not because a curse I put on you made you want me." I say to her calmly.

Lydia practically melts into her seat while looking at me with big surprised eyes, "W-would you p-put it back please…? I liked it." Lydia asks me almost shyly.

Raising an eyebrow at that I chuckle, 'Who knew Lydia was such a kinky little slut! I express in my mind and reach over and gently take Lydia's left wrist in my hand, willing the curse back into her with the same parameters as before.

"Ahh!" Lydia cries out coming undone again with an orgasm just as strong/intense as the last.

I can't help but laugh at her, 'Gonna have to clean the car.' I think idly.

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Pulling into the driveway of Lydia's home she sighs softly, "Would you want to stay with me…maybe help me get ready for the party?" Lydia asks me softly with a self conscious expression on her face, like she's expecting to be told no.

"Lydia…if I go in there with you, we'll probably spend the rest of the day fucking." I say to her honestly and Lydia's face takes on a bit of a pink hue to it as she looks at me with knowing eyes.

Rolling my eyes at her I lean in and capture her lips, we share a soft slow kiss, "I'll bring you to the loft tonight after the party and fuck you all weekend long…but for now I should go I have some things to take care of." I tell Lydia firmly and she reluctantly gets out of the Jeep after giving me one more long kiss.

'Now it's been a few days I should go check on Sam.' I think, and back out of Lydia's driveway and begin driving to Samantha's house.

'Good the place is in much better shape than the last time I was here, it seems restoring limbs to her really helped. I wonder who the extra cars belong to, she better not be…' I think and feel possessive of Samantha.

Parking my Jeep near the porch, I head inside and find the site of half a dozen women, with a varied range of injuries, some even more extensive and severe than what Sam herself had.

"Stiles!" Sam happily calls out to me and then she's hugging my face into her breasts.

"Hey Sam." I mumble from between her tits and wrap my arms around her.

"You know Stiles, your timing is perfect. I was just getting done explaining to the girls what you can do and what you needed, they're all in…though still a bit disbelieving about your abilities." Sam continues to say without letting me pull my face from between her tits not that I've tried all that hard to.

"Okay." I try to say but it comes out a mess, as I feel the heat to claim Sam as mine rising in my blood.

'If we don't get some distance between us soon, I'm liable to rip her clothes off and fuck her silly in front of her friends.' I resist my new instincts much better than I did when it came to Lydia or even Talia.

"Oh come on Sam, let go of this so-called miracle boy." A woman expresses and others make sounds of agreement.

"Fine fine, but don't think for a minute you won't feel like keeping him to yourself either, Alice." Sam replies to the woman and reluctantly pulls away from me just enough so that my face is no longer in her cleavage but so that my arms stay around her middle at the same time.

Revealing a Mila Jovovich look-alike but missing an eye, some facial scarring, her left arm is just gone at the shoulder joint, half of her right hand is missing as well, and her weight seems to be balanced on a prosthetic foot.

'Damn…' Is the only word that comes to mind getting a chance for a better look around there are also look-alikes for Sunny Leone, the Sunny Leone one is trapped in a wheel chair with both of her legs gone. An Alexandra Daddario, look-alike who looks fine on the outside but she definitely seems off.

'Internal trauma.' I think then there's a Kate Beckinsale look-alike who also has some severe facial scarring and bodily injuries. She looks like she's in a constant state of pain but isn't missing any extremities.

The last one looks like Scarlett Johansson and has a nasty scar running down her face and neck, other than a milky eye there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her.

"Hello Ladies, I'm Stiles the miracle kid. Sam's given you the information on everything…and I'll prove to you I can do what she says I can…though you'd think that you'd believe her given her prior injuries." I say and extend my right hand to Alice.

There's a gentle tone of agreement from all the ladies.

"Nice to meet you Alice, take my hand and we'll get started." I greet her and when she reluctantly takes my hand I pull her close to me as Sam takes a step backwards, kneels down and removes Alice's prosthetic foot.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Alice shouts and I feel her reaching for a knife not only to begin channeling my healing energy into her but I also use the Thorn curse on her to ensure her loyalty. The curse is almost an exact copy of the one I used on Lydia twice now.

"Ohhh-fuck." Alice moans loudly before it turns into blood curdling screaming, as metal plates, bolts and screws are pushed out of her body.

The scars disappear and new limbs grow in place of the missing, Alice passes out in my arms and I pick her up and carry her over to the couch and set her down.

The assembled women come over and touch Alice's new flesh and blood foot, fingers grazing over where scars used to be. The ScarJo look-alike is the first to come over to me she's got a very deep look of desperation in her eyes that is a massive turn on right now.

"Please I'll do anything." She murmurs one hand pressing against my chest the other not going near her scar or milky eye but to her abdomen.

"You understand what this entails?"

"Yes." She says without any hesitation.

"Okay then." I say back to her, and begin healing her.