'Maybe it's the depth of her physical injuries?' I wonder… 'Wait didn't I turn up Erica's pleasure dial when healing her? Then again that was a whole different situation and Erica wasn't an addict or at least self medicating on hard drugs.' I wonder as I hold the woman in my lap now, taking a few experimental squeezes of her beautiful tits.
Sam's right hand comes up and covers my left that is currently gently playing with her left tit, "St-Stiles, what was that?" Sam murmurs her question but doesn't remove my hand from her breast.
"What did you do to me?" Sam asks in a murmur and I take my hand off of her tit while using my right arm to lift her up a little higher so she can see as I slap my hand down on her leg.
A meaty smack and a loud cry fills the trailer, double wide whatever you call them.
"Th-my leg, Stiles how?" Sam asks as she sits up right, grabs her leg, newly grown leg. Then turns to me and hugs me tightly, as she starts breaking down into powerful sobs.
"I'll do anything you want, be anything you want." Sam babbles and blabbers as she presses her face against my shoulder.
'Tempting offer…which I'll probably accept at a later date…but for now I need a minion to make me money and start a business.' I think as my cock aches for relief.
"Sam, I want you to assemble a team of wounded vets who aren't happy with their situation but feel hopeless… people who will become completely loyal to me if I do for them what I did for you." I say to her calmly try to ignore the fact that she has gone from sitting sideways on my lap to straddling me with her knees on either side of my thighs.
"My squad, what is left of it…and I know a few others as well…don't you want me Stiles? I know you used to fantasize about me almost as much as Scott's mom…" Sam teases as she starts kissing and sucking on my neck while lifting my shirt up with her hands ticking my abdominal area with fleeting touches.
"Not now Sam." I groan out and it takes all of my willpower just to do that, "I have a Lacrosse game to get to, to keep up appearances that I'm still the loveable Stiles hardly anyone knows." I joke and Samantha seems to very reluctantly get off of my lap with a hurt expression on her face.
"I knew it, I'm just not pretty enough for you anymore." Sam mutters self-deprecatingly as she lowers her head. I grab her chin and gently turn her face towards me while leaning in and kissing her.
"It's not that you're not beautiful or that I'm not interested…because I am, really I am." I say while continuing to kiss her slowly, using my left hand I grab her wrist and lower her hand onto my groin where she can feel the heat and the hardness of how badly I want her.
"Oh…you've really grown up Stiles." Sam murmurs against my lips but seems to start coming down off of her emotional high, pulling back from me I can tell she really starts processing everything.
"You…you can really fix the members of my old unit like you did for me? What do you want from me if not just sex?"
I smile at her, "Yes I can, and I want you to start a private securities company…one that will generate a good income enough for me to live off of and take care of the people I care about and I'll keep everyone patched up and in tip top physical condition."
"You know…doing this, restoring me and the girls back to real people…it's going to make them…endear you to them…they might become a little needy and possessive." Sam warns me but I have a distinct feeling that the warning is mostly because she's feeling a bit needy and possessive of the Stiles.
"Heh, I can accept that a bunch of hot badass women might become a little obsessive over me." I joke playfully and Sam smirks.
"Okay Stiles, I'll do what I can…but setting up a private securities company isn't easy…it'll take time and long term investments before it really starts paying off."
"Oh…you have the wrong idea…the security company isn't going to be the main money maker here…you're going to provide safety and security for me while I heal rich scumbags to make sure I don't turn into a labrat." I explain to Sam and she stares at me wide-eyed.
"'Stiles…I'll do my best and I know my team will too." Sam finally says and I nod while smiling at her, "I know you will."
"It's time for me to go now, and Sam I don't ever want to see or hear about or see you using drugs again…if you do I'll spank you, and trust me I'll make regrowing your leg seem orgasmic in comparison." I warn the beautiful woman as I stand up from her couch a light dusting of pink paints her fair skinned cleavage.
"Yes Daddy Stiles." Sam succulently giggles making me blush a little bit, 'Don't blush it ruins your threat. Ahh, puberty I curse you!' I think and wave goodbye to a giggling Samantha O'Hara.
"'Stiles!" Sam calls out to me as I'm stepping out of the door. "Thank you for not giving up on me…even though I'd already given up on myself."
"You really want to thank me, never shoot that poison into your veins again…and don't ever try to sell yourself like some common whore." I say without turning back though once I'm outside I worry I might have been a bit harsh in the way I spoke to her addiction is a disease after all once you're hooked on something and you experience the pain of coming off of it you'll do anything to never have to feel the pains of with drawing again.
'My healing ability…hopefully healed her addiction too.' I hope as I walk down the steps of the small porch and walk over to/climb into my Jeep, Sam leans against the doorway watching me as I leave while invitingly pressing her tits together, and using them to wave goodbye or to induce me into staying…I'm not sure which.
'Crap, I forgot to give her my phone number...ahh I'll just have to come back later tonight after thoroughly beating the enemy team and fucking Melissa in the girl's locker room for celebration.