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MDNI. s3x!pollen luke castellan x fem!reader

luke gets intoxicated because of a dangerous flower, and you seem to be the only one that can help him

warnings: s3x pollen (obvi), teasing, flirting, kissing, spanking (literally once), unprotected p in v, oral s3x (f receiving), pet names, use and mention of drugs, swearing, hair pulling

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“For Gods´s sake, Luke. Walk.” you stammered for the fifth time in a matter of-, six minutes? Turns out that Luke´s pretty clumsy and dumb when he’s intoxicated; always getting distracted with little things, mumbling about starts and the night, staring intensely at you without even feeling the need to blink…

You felt like pulling at heavy truck around the deserts forest of Camp. Because, yes. Yes, of course, Luke fucked up. You couldn´t let anyone see him like this. Luke Castellan, best counselor at Camp Half-Blood, best swordsman in the last three hundred years, golden boy, wanted, loved, feared, whatever; intoxicated on fucking Pathos! Why? Because he behaved like an immature little kid sneaking into the greenhouse of your cabin and not only did he walked into the forbidden section, but he also decided that it was a cool idea to force open a steel box without knowing what was inside.

I mean-, who does that!?

It was surely a plot twist into what you thought your night was gonna be. Secret parties were a necessary evil at Camp Half-Blood, fueled by teenage rebellion against the ever-watchful eyes of Chiron and Mr. D. And when these parties did happen, substances deemed "fun" were usually involved. Most of it came courtesy of the Hermes cabin, notorious for their "borrowing" skills, or stolen by those same Hermes boys from the forbidden section of the Demeter greenhouse – your domain, thanks to your parentage.

But tonight, was different. You felt a tingle over your skin as soon as you spotted Luke Castellan there, right where they told you he´d be, sitting over a tree trunk. He'd vanished a few hours ago, you noticed. He was known for his diligence, always watchful, always ready. But what you saw now was far removed from the stoic Hermes counselor.

His brown eyes, usually sharp and focused, darted wildly around, dilated and unseeing. Unfocused. His normally confident posture was a crumpled mess, his arm draped limply across the shoulder of a giggling Connor Stoll. Every few seconds, a sharp, almost hysterical laugh would erupt from him, only to dissipate into a strained wheeze.

"Guess you can say we're all a little bit…" Travis began, approaching you with a hesitant stride, “-,fuzzy?"

They had all smoked, that was for sure. It was too obvious – the pungent odor, the bloodshot eyes, the telltale giggle that wouldn't die down. It was just too easy to miss.

You, the responsible one, the healer, stuck in the middle of a group of intoxicated boys teetering on the edge of oblivion. A groan escaped your lips as you knelt before Luke, concern gnawing at your insides. You spoke to him softly, sweetly, asking him if he had smoked too, if he felt sick, but all the answers were coming from his friends, not him.

Luke just… stared at you in a weird way, a way that he never looked at you before. His eyes remained stubbornly shut when you touched his cheek. Warm. No, wrong word. Hot. He felt like an oven, radiating red and orange heat from his skin. "Fever" you muttered to yourself. Whatever it is that Luke took, it was taking a nasty turn.

He looked simply wrong, like he was missing a sense or something. He kept talking nonsense as if you were the only person there; complimenting you, your outfit, your make up, all with that cheeky smile he carries that you know oh so well, yet you didn´t pay much attention to, ignoring his weak flirting attempts.

But his words faded into background noise as your gaze locked onto something far more concerning. You barely registered Luke's continued babbling, his words melting into a white noise that couldn't compete with the sight you'd just witnessed coming from his eyes.

"Luke, wait" you interjected, your voice sharp with a sudden urgency as you hold his elbows, but he doesn´t stop moving as he speaks. "Gods" you breathed under your breath, a horrifying realization dawning on you. You noticed a distinct glint in his eyes, a dilated pupil that seemed to consume the iris. Ignoring Luke's mumbled questions, you reached out and grasped his face firmly. “Stay still!” you yell. His head lolled in your hands, his body swaying unsteadily. With a resolute nod, you splayed your fingers wide, fully opening his eyes.

There, writ large in the crimson expanse, was the telltale sign. A ring of violet, a dark, ominous purple that crept in from the edges of his irises, spreading outwards like a spiderweb, a contrast to the bloodshot red. It wasn´t noticeable at plain sight, but it was faintly there. Oh gods, this was bad.

And you knew exactly what it was.

"We were looking for something else" Chris Rodriguez continued after you basically scolded him and forced them boys to confess your suspicions; they had gone to the greenhouse, most specifically, the forbidden section. "Michael told us about some reserves you had or something-"

And Michael, your brother, was scolded many times before because of his irresponsible behavior at camp, persuading campers with stories about what hides in the shadows of the forbidden section. You were ninety percent sure he wasn´t even your half brother, but a sneaky little immature kid who made its what trough the wrong cabin.

“And we got curious” Chris continued, “So, we went for the forbidden section, and-, it was an accident, we swear” Chris stepped in. The more they apologized, the more you knew they fucked up, and your fear levels were increasing by the second. “We saw a flower, a-a purple one on a weird thing and we took it, and-“

"And the flower threw its pollen at him" you finished for him, your voice filled with disbelief.

"Yep" Connor confirmed, sitting right next to Luke. “It was like an explosion” he giggled.

And your assumptions were correct. Luke had inhaled the pollen of a Purple Pathos Bloom.

Luke's body was a tangle of limbs, unresponsive and heavy. His feet stumbled against the wood at the door of his cabin, and you found yourself supporting most of his weight. It was no easy feat; Luke had at least five inches on you, and his muscular build only added to the challenge. Yet, you were determined to get him inside as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Luke's feet dragged behind you like dead weights. "Oh, we are here" he remarked as he stepped inside, the familiar scent of wood filling his senses. "Are you spending the night with me, doll?" he asked. Your hand was still taking a hold of his own, since you dragged him all around the secret places around camp like a little kid.

"Behave" you pointed a threatening finger to his face before turning on your heels and dragging him along with you through the cabin.

"Oh, you’re kinky” Luke slurred as he followed behind you.

He sprawled out on his bed; his limbs tangled in his half-drunken and intoxicated state. His eyes locked on the canopy above his head, as if the patterns on the roof suddenly grew fascinating in an instant. “Okay, time to talk” you state, sitting on the edge of the bed as you grab his forearm, basically forcing him to sit up. With a groan, he shifts uncomfortably.

You once again ask him how he feels. His skin is warm, burning even. His cheeks were so red the blush was even escalating up to his nose bridge. You found yourself forcing your way through his t-shirt. Your fingers grazed the hem of it, a hesitant move before you slipped them underneath to check his back for any signs of a rash or other anomaly. His skin was burning there too.

"Your body is heating up” you explain. “I wouldn´t be surprised if you started to rave; you can reach up to more than a hundred degrees"

But Luke is barely listening to you, his eyes half closed and glazed over. "Wow, you´re beautiful" he muttered, his voice laced with a sense of intoxication as he tilted his head, as if he found himself admiring a piece of art.

“Please shut up” you groan. It was easier to sugar coat your real reaction when he was this… high. He didn´t notice the heat climbing up your cheeks and heating the temperature of your chest. Slight surged through you. The pollen he'd ingested was messing with his entire system, his senses warped and amplified. You felt like a deer caught in headlights, trapped in the tangled mess of the situation. Yet you sigh, hanging onto the thinnest thread of sanity before you let the situation lead to something you might regret later. "Luke" you begin, "The flower that you inhaled is a Purple Pathos Bloom" you explain.

Luke squints his eyes, "Pathos? Passion?" he asks,

You nod once, "Yes, exactly" you confirm, relieved that at least you could have a normal conversation with him at least for a couple minutes, "It´s a flower that was brought to camp in the eighties by a demigod because of how dangerous it is. It was a mission, do you get that?" you ask, trying to go as slow as possible so the young man could follow easily.

Luke was struggling to focus on your words, but he seemed to understand the importance of what you were telling him. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling once again; he let his head fall slightly back, his Adam´s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed like a thick pill. "Yeah, yeah” he mumbled.

He didn´t seem to catch up, but you couldn´t really ask for anything more, so you continued. "That flower is-, was protected, because it defends itself from anyone that steps too close to it by attacking with its pollen, which is toxic. The effects of the pollen is that whoever inhales it, develops a really deep need to-, have sex" you say, suddenly feeling as if Luke had transferred the fever to you. "And, it messes up with your system so bad that it makes you feel like you´re on some type of drug. I´m pretty sure that the weed left your system a while ago but the Bloom is still there" you sigh out.

A low chuckle escaped Luke's lips; his eyes fixed on the ceiling like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "Well, that explains a lot" he muttered, his voice trailing off as he seemed lost in his own thoughts. You could tell he was still very much intoxicated, but at least he was able to communicate with you in a semi-rational way. And that was a small victory.

"Yeah" you say softly, "But-, uh..." you trail off. Luke smelled your nervousness, so he snapped his head back to you. You felt like melting at that moment, his brown eyes decorated with that intense purple... it made you wonder if one of the effects was to look overwhelmingly appetizing too. "It won´t go away unless you have sex" you say softly, lips closing oh so perfectly round with your gloss, "There are records of demigods who have died because of it" you clench your teeth together, as if you hoped Luke´s head wouldn´t explode right then and there. “For not doing what they were supposed to do-, I mean” you correct yourself.

Luke's eyes widened at your words, and for a second, all his usual bravado seemed to vanish. "W-What?" he stammered, clearly caught off guard. "No way. I mean, it can't be that bad, right?" His voice had a hint of fear in it now, as if he couldn't believe what you were telling him.

"Why do you think that the flower is at the forbidden section and locked inside a steel box, which by the way, you boys opened?" you inquire.

"Gods," Luke groaned, closing his eyes shut. "So, it's that serious, huh?"

You had to admire his tenacity, at least, but you also needed to make him see that this was a serious matter. "Okay," you say, leaning over him, making sure he was paying attention, "I'm going to make this clear: This is not just a fun time. It's dangerous. If you don't find someone who's willing to-, fuck you or whatever, and quickly, then you're in trouble. Understand?"

Luke´s eyes squinted; his usual bravado gone completely. He seemed taken aback by the intensity in your voice, but after a few moments, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "You're kinda scary when you're mad" he said, his voice still laced with a trace of intoxication. "That's kind of hot"

"Oh my god" you sigh, feeling a sudden deep need to slap him awake. "Would you stop doing that? This is some serious shit, Luke" you call him out, anger coating your voice as thick as honey.

You got it though, he was behaving like this because of the effects. Because, you knew, that if Luke was sober, or des-intoxicated, there is no way in Hades he would be this bold. You adjusted your hair and skirt, feeling a surge of frustration. You couldn't believe you were wasting your time here, helping this fucking idiot when he couldn't even take care of himself, apparently.

Then he started to inhale the air, as if he was a puppy. His face suddenly swam into view as he leaned closer to you, bed tweaking under his weight. He stopped his movement abruptly. "Oh-, wait" he mumbled, his voice thick and slow. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, his eyes darted directly to yours. "You smell good" he whispered seductively. You frown your eyebrows, confused at his sudden change of dementor. He tilted his head, trying to get a whiff of your scent from your neck. “What is it?” he inhaled, “Vanilla? Coconut?”

Vanilla. Wait-, no!

You instinctively pushed him back, a groan escaping your lips. You needed to force yourself to think straight. "I'm trying to help you here, Castellan" you snapped, forcing some bite into your voice. You stand up from the bed, sighing heavily for the hundredth time tonight. Luke sat at the edge of the bed as he stared at you, elbows pressed to his knees as his body leaned in. "Okay, I need information. Is there anyone you like?" you press out of nowhere, crossing your arms over your chest.

Luke blinked, surprised by your sudden change of topic. "Wait, what?" he asked, his brain still working through the fog of intoxication. Luke's face flushed red at your forthright question, his lips curling up into a sly grin that told you he was ready to answer. “Why do you wanna know? Are you jealous?"

Your nosestrils threaten to explode, as well as your vocal cords, "Did you totally skipped the part in which I told you that you don´t fuck someone you might die!?"

Luke's smirk widened, and he leaned back on the bed, letting out a chuckle. "Awwww, you're worried about me" he teased.

“You´re such a pain in the ass” you bite.

"Okay! Okay" he teased, shifting his position to lean back on his hands, opening his legs as he got comfortable, "There is someone" His words were tinged with arrogance, as if the idea of death was absurd to him. You notice Luke´s eyes darting down for a very brief moment, right where your arms were crossed; your chest. But he was quick to look back into your eyes; you didn´t know what was worst though, him staring at your chest or those puppy brown eyes looking straight into your soul.

His behavior was erratic even when he wasn’t doing anything, confusing. You straightened your top again and shoved a stray piece of hair behind your ear, feeling flustered and undeniably attracted to-, him? To this? In just a matter of seconds, Luke had you feeling like a dumb high school girl. This whole situation was a mess.

You calmed yourself down, trying to convince yourself that you knew what you were doing. “Any more details?” you inquired.

Luke smirked, looking up at you from his position on the bed. It was almost unfair, how attractive he was even in his intoxicated state, with his thighs wide open, his figure pressed onto his bed with his warm sheets, warm skin, warm lips... "Oh, I have plenty of them" he said, his eyes still fixed on your form.

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your annoyance. It was all because of the damn flower, you had to repeat to yourself. This wasn't the real Luke, it was just a drugged-up version of him, a Luke with no brain-to-mouth filter.

"Come here" he said suddenly, motioning with his index finger for you to come closer. You raise an eyebrow, hesitating for a moment. Luke pat the bed next to him softly. You took small tentative steps towards him, stopping once you stood right in front of him. "Sit" he said quietly.

You glanced between his face and the empty space on the bed next to him. Hesitantly, you obeyed, sitting down beside him, keeping a small distance between your bodies. The air was ticker than a whole spoon of honey. Luke's eyes never left yours as you settled in, and you felt a wave of heat rushing through your body as he corrected his posture, sitting so close to you know that his knee brushed yours. Gods, you felt like you were walking on a tightrope, trying to keep your sanity intact while navigating this situation.

"Hm" Luke hums softly. He had noticed a stray of hair that was out of place, fixing it for you. The action was so simple, yet so intimate, placing it behind your ear and letting his fingers caress so softly the skin on the back of your neck. You had never been this close to Luke, ever.

"There" he murmurs, his finger still lingering on your skin.

You tried to remind yourself that this was all because of the flower, but your heart was thudding so loud it was almost painful. Luke's touch was like an electric shock, small jolts of energy passing through your body each time his fingers grazed your skin.

But he didn´t stop there. His touch became more deliberate, devouring you slowly. Luke's hand moves to your chin, his thumb caressing your lower lip, tracing it delicately. The touch of his skin against yours was like a thousand fireworks going off simultaneously inside you, setting the core of your body on fire.

His hand then trailed up slowly, his knuckles brushing against your heated cheekbones. He was slowly, and painfully, tracing your features with the tip of his heated fingers, the feeling leaving behind a path of fire against your skin. His index finger travelled down your jaw, as if expecting for your chin to cut the tip of it.

You had never felt this amount of physical tension with anyone before. You felt your skin was about to combust, your heart threatening to explode anytime, any place. And his eyes, his dark eyes were fixed on your lips. He was studying you intently, as if you had completely enthralled him.

"These are details" he murmured, placing his hand down, dangerously close to your thigh. "You get it now?" he inquired.

You felt as if flames were licking your body, starting where his fingers stopped. "Y-yeah" you manage to stutter out, your throat suddenly running dry. His hand lingered there, so close to your bare skin underneath your skirt, his fingers just begging to move another inch.

He let out a breathy laugh, his sight darting back down to where his hand rested. He looked at your legs, plushy and soft pressed against his mattress, begging to be touched. "You have lovely hips" he spitted out.

You tried to control your erratic breathing. If he had said the right thing, in the right situation, it would have been a normal compliment, but this- he was just high, it wasn't him talking, remember that. And yet, it was impossible to ignore the way your body reacted.

It was hard, gods, it was damn hard.

His hand stayed right where it was, his fingers hovering mere centimeters above your skin, as he shifted his own body closer to you. His face was so close to yours, his lips just begging to be on- No. No, no, no.

“Let me have a taste” he plead, ��Please?”

Oh. Fuck it.

In one swift move, your hands reached up to grab the edge of his t-shirt firmly, and you pulled him in. Your heart was racing in your chest, and a strange mix of emotions washed over you in just a matter of seconds. Your lips crashed against his own fiercely, taking him completely by surprise, but he didn't waste a single second. He responded to your kiss with an equal amount of intensity, his hands wasting no time in roaming around your waist.

His lips, warm and surprisingly soft, were moving skillfully against yours. He tasted intoxicating in the most sinful way possible, like a forbidden dessert, like if lips had actual taste, Luke’s lips would be your favorite one. Your hands traveled to the back of his neck, your fingers tangling into his hair, as you tried to get as close to him as possible. Luke's hands traveled down to your thighs, his fingers gripping them almost possessively. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you wasted no time in welcoming him.

This was wrong, this was so so terribly wrong. You couldn´t be doing this, shouldn´t. I mean, you were helping him, at least, to prevent a high risk of death, but maybe this shouldn´t be you, right? Maybe it should be some other girl that does this for him... or maybe not.

Some other random girl fucking Luke? No, no way. You wouldn´t let it happen.

His hands gripped onto your hips, yanking you onto his lap. You found yourself straddling him, your knees to his sides, your skirt riding up. Luke didn't break the kiss for even a second, his hands tracing your legs, his lips hungrily claiming yours.

You tugged at his shirt impatiently, and he seemed to get the hint, breaking the kiss to pull the piece of clothing off his body. "I don´t know what´s happening" he said quickly, stealing another kiss from your lips before pulling away and speaking again, "Feel like I have arrhythmia" he pressed.

You couldn't take your eyes nor hands off his muscular body, your palms roaming down his strong chest and perfectly defined abs. There was so much skin to touch, to taste, and suddenly, you needed it. No, you craved it.

His hands stayed on the curve of your hips, fingers digging into your skin almost possessively. “It´ll come down” you reassured, “It´s just-, the adrenaline” you breathed out, your voice wheezy due to your lack of oxygen, “Don´t worry, yeah?”

He didn´t answer, but instead, responded by grabbing your face with one hand, pulling you back into another deep kiss. His tongue demanded access, his teeth biting at your lips, but you gave in quickly, and willingly. You were completely lost in the moment, in the feeling of his body against yours, his lips devouring your own as if he needed them to survive.

One of his hands slid down under your skirt, fingers tracing the sensitive skin at the back of your thighs. “You drive me fucking crazy” he pleaded against your lips.

You pushed your hips into his body, craving more contact, more heat. His mouth trailed down your jaw, to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open mouth kisses.

You gasped softly when his fingers brushed softly against your core, the thin fabric doing nothing but rub deliciously.

You felt yourself getting lost in the sensations, your body responding to his touch almost instinctively. You let out a low moan, and Luke took it as a sign to continue, increasing the pressure of his fingers.

His lips traveled back to your ear, and he whispered, "So nice and warm" he praised, "Just for me"

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as his words took hold. Luke's intoxicated state seemed to only amplify, not dull down, the flirty side of his nature. His gaze, usually sharp and focused, was now laced with a heady mixture of intoxication and desire, a potent cocktail that set your pulse racing. It was difficult to resist, to say the least, as his confident demeanor and smooth words threatened to cloud your judgment. Yet, you had to maintain your composure – to focus on the task at hand. You found yourself rolling your hips slowly, pressing yourself onto his hardened pants, the pressure feeling exquisite against you.

Luke let out a low growl, his hands gripping your hips harder, encouraging your movements. His eyes darkened with primal intensity, as if the simple gesture had pushed him to the edge of his already limited self-control. "Get this fucking thing off" his fists clenched your skirt, forcing the zipper open and breaking the fabric, loosening it around your waist.

"Luke!" you scolded.

"You said you wanted me to help me" he hissed out, his voice almost strangled. "So I´m getting whatever the fuck I want", he finished, pulling at the broken fabric of the skirt and throwing it to the ground like it was nothing.

He bit down at his bottom lip as he looked down at the sight of you on his lap, so bare and willing. You decided to wear a cute pair of panties too; white and lacy, decorated with a thin little bow. He wanted to rip it with his own teeth. His hands roamed your exposed thighs as if they were mapping out a new territory.

It was obvious how much he wanted you, and how badly. His body was responding to the heat between the two of you almost violently, his hips shifting slightly under you, wanting to feel more friction to release himself. His cock was painfully hard against the fabric of his jeans, wanting to get rid of their as soon as possible. The more heated and flustered he felt, the more his sexual desire increased.

He felt it inside him; the desire growing inside him in a deep crescendo, the dizziness of his head the more he touched and stared at you, the way your skin felt so soft against his big and rough hands. But you noticed on the outside; his breathing becoming erratic as if he had ran a marathon, the temperature of his skin increasing fast; you wouldn´t be surprised if he already passed the hundred degrees.

"I want to-" he began, but stopped mid-sentence, his words cut off by a stifled moan. He was clearly fighting against the primal need that was taking over him, the urge to just take you and make you his. He looked up at you, his eyes almost begging you to say something, anything, that could set him off the edge.

"Luke" you managed to say, your voice tremulous but firm, "You need to calm down."

He let out a frustrated groan. The flower was slowly taking over, the intensity of his desires growing as his body begged for release. "I can't" he grunted, "You have no idea how badly I want you right now." He was so full of need, so full of want, that it was driving him insane. "Let me eat you out. Please?”

He was so unfiltered, so unapologetically honest... and Gods, so terribly handsome. Your brain seemed to short-circuit for a moment. Gods above, the way he said it, the sheer intensity of his voice, sent shivers down your spine. Yet you couldn´t form a single word.

And Luke could be as blinded as an eye-less creature, but he knew you wanted this just as much as he wanted it too. And besides, Luke wouldn´t choose to spend the night with nobody else except for you.

As sharp and fast as a lightning, he spun your bodies around over the mattress, his broad and tanned figure leaning over yours from a second to another.

His necklace dangled from his neck, and all of his muscles seemed to tense up as he pushed himself off just a little bit to look down at you. He was the perfect example of a man in his purest, most animalistic form. He looked down then, grabbing the hem of your shirt, lifting it up until your stomach was visible, his hungry gaze taking in every inch of your exposed skin.

"This has to go" he mumbled, his voice thick with want. He yanked the white piece over your head before getting lost somewhere in the shadows, and he wasted no time in leaning down against you, your skin sweating against his hot breath.

His whole body hovered above yours, like a lion about to devour its prey. He moved his lips to your collarbone, leaving a line of feather-like kisses, as his tongue traced the contour of your body with maddening slowness.

He took his time, mapping out each and every curve of your body like a man possessed. His hands roamed over your skin, his touch leaving behind small embers of fire, burning hotter and hotter. He kissed your collarbones, your shoulders, the valley of your breasts, your stomach…

His warm, soft lips pressed against your abdomen, trailing down to your navel, kissing and licking you as he went lower and lower. You squirmed under him, feeling the tickles around your belly button as he grazed his teeth over your lower stomach. He left no part of you untouched, no part of you unkissed, as his tongue traced a slow, torturous path down your body.

He reached the edge of your underwear, and he stayed there for a second, just hovering a bit. You got concerned, and pressing your elbows against the mattress, you were ready to ask what was wrong. His eyes were still purple dark, piercing through your soul. Then Luke whined softly, he was holding back from doing or saying something, but the need that his body had was much bigger than the sanity he had left. "Gods, I need you" he breathed out. And before you could answer, he descended, pulling the piece of fabric to the side, and his mouth was on you.

He immediately moaned at the taste, eyes slightly rolling back. The second you felt his tongue against you, you arched your back. It was hot and wet even when he was only getting started. And Gods, he was good, so damn good, just like he was with everything else. His tongue worked skillfully, his lips sucking and his teeth biting softly as you felt the arousal pooling in you.

It was embarrassing how prepared you were already when he hadn´t even touched you that much. It was embarrassing how fast he pulled back only to say, “So fucking wet. And just for me?”, and you couldn´t do anything else but whine. You heard him chuckle, a light yet dark sound that resonated inside your ears as he hooked your thighs with his arms, pulling you closer. You gasped out and grabbed onto the sheets when he sucked your clit softly, trying your best to keep yourself from going completely insane. His tongue went in circular motions, kissing it, licking, savoring you.

"You're so soft" he whispered, his voice muffled under your thighs, "and so damn sweet" he added. Wild. You felt yourself on the edge of madness. Was Luke really like this or was it all due to the effects of the flower?

Guess you had to find out someday.

The moans couldn´t be held back anymore, yet you still had to be quiet, scared that curious campers might be roaming around tonight. Luke’s erection was painfully tight against his jeans, but he felt like exploding the moment your lips started to slip by little whines.

They were so soft and beautiful, it made his body go crazy, his hands gripping your hips even harder as he fought to stay in control. He was already teetering on the edge, his head spinning for the need to just rip off your panties and take you right then and there. You were filling up a void he started to feel the second after he saw you, and now everything was too much for him to comprehend.

Your smell, your hair, your body, your taste; you.

He wanted to ruin it all.

He pulled away slightly, his breathing ragged and laboured. He looked at you, your face flushed and your lips parted. Any rest of make-up was long forgotten, your pouty mouth decorated with your own spit as you licked it continuously. He knew he couldn´t hold out much longer, his hands travelled down to his belt, the clinging sound echoing through the empty cabin.

He leaned down again, his body pressing against yours as he travelled up, lingering his nose on your neck as he placed both hands on either side of you. He sighed heavily, "I need to fuck you" he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. "Gods, I need to fuck you now."

His hands moved to your waist, and he rolled you over in a heartbeat, landing body against the soft mattress. His body was almost shaking with want, you could feel his breaths coming out short and hot behind you. You shifted impatiently, yet you were quickly still again when Luke landed a hard spank on your ass.

"Stay still" he ordered, his voice sounding almost strained with lust. Gods, he was definitely a hundred percent on the effects now, and yes, he knew it. He never felt this way before. He never felt the need to fuck someone this badly, to have you wrapped around him so warmly that he felt like exploding just by imagining it. If he closed his eyes for a moment, only imagining you taking it all, biting the pillows, holding tight onto the sheets, and moaning out his name, he was sure he´d cum in his pants. He needed you like he needed air, you now becoming his main craving.

His hands grabbed the elastic sides of your underwear, pulling them down slowly, painstakingly slowly, rolling them down your legs, ironically making sure they won´t tear apart. “I´m keeping these” he stated.

He didn´t want for an answer either, as he moved your hips up to a half-crouch, your head resting against the bed.

He positioned himself behind, his hands on your hips, gripping softly. He gulped at the sight of you; still and ready for him on his bed, your pretty cunt glistening with his spit and your own little mess, your skin shining under the soft moonlight and your muscles drawing so many delicious shadows against your curves that Luke felt like holding and never let go. And all of this, why? Because you were such a good person, you just wanted to help him.

He gently pressed his index finger on your entrance, teasing softly as he dipped the tip of it, sliding in between your folds with ease, along with a distant wet sound. "Look at you" he whispered softly. You press your face against your forearms, and he noticed. “You can hide all you want, doll” he cooed as you felt the mattress sink down due to his weight, “Imma still make that pretty little mouth of yours say my name”.

The anticipation was killing you both, yet you felt his hands path from your ass to your waist, holding you in place as you felt a sudden pressure at your entrance, Luke's cock slowly pressing into you, stretching you inch by inch. His fingers pressed into the soft skin, and he hissed at the way you gripped him tightly. "You're so fucking tight" he murmured, his voice slightly strained. It was overwhelming, the feeling of his cock stretching and filling you.

You wondered what he looked like, because man, did he feel good inside you. He was big, you could say-, a generously big cock, but you wanted to see it with your own eyes. How big and heavy it was, just how it felt, how long and thick, the veins running up the sides, the way it would twitch and throb. Maybe if it was a different situation, you could have. But right now, Luke didn't even seem to know where the hell he was. He just seemed to know that he needed you.

So you pushed back against him, letting him slide deeper inside you. And he obliged, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully sheathed, the head of his cock buried deep inside you. You felt as if your senses were being heightened, the feeling of Luke's cock filling you completely almost unbearable.

He let out a low groan, the sound rumbling in his chest. He sounded like a feral animal, a wild beast, and it was so damn sexy. "Gods" he growled, "Fuck” he cried out.

You could hear the sound of skin against skin, the wet sounds of your bodies coming together. He let out little breathy words here and there. Luke was a hot mess, with his chest heavily moving up and down, his veiny hands holding onto you for dear life, and his cock so angrily red he was afraid he would cum in just a few more thrusts. He didn´t want that. No, he had to last. But Gods, the feeling of being inside you was indescribable. It was almost as if you were made for him. The way your pussy gripped him so tightly and wet, the way your walls clung to his cock, as if begging him not to pull out.

And his pace started to increase slowly, to become faster, to become more animalistic.

You quickly filled his ears up with your sweet little gasps and moans; "Luke-, fuck, Luke" you called, even though you weren´t exactly asking for anything else but him. To keep fucking you like this. His thrusts were getting rougher, deeper, harder. He was losing himself in the sensation, in the way your pussy felt so hot and tight around his cock. Your body was trembling, your breathing coming out in short, shallow gasps.

But he needed more-, fuck, he needed more than this.

A hand kept taking the hold of your hip, while the other whipped your hair as he took a nice and firm grip at the base of it, pulling at your scalp as your head was forced to move upwards. Luke lowered himself, his mouth brushing against your ear. He bit down on it slowly, pulling softly. “You like that?" he asked. You could feel his warm breath tickling your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin. His voice was thick with lust, his breathing heavy and labored. "You like the way I fuck you?"

You couldn´t help but roll your eyes at his lazy and raspy voice, scratching all the right places in your mind. Yet the air from your lungs kept getting stolen by Luke´s animal like way of fucking, feeling him deeper and deeper with every sharp movement of his hips. "Yes" you panted, "I love it" you moan out.

"I bet" he laughed out, the hotness of his breath tingling against the back of your neck. "You take it so fucking well" he praised with a smoothening voice, his thrusts getting more erratic by the second. "Like a fucking slut" he hissed. The last word was like a slap to your face, making you shudder. But in a good way, Gods. It was filthy, but so damn good.

His pace was becoming relentless, his thrusts rough and hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with the moans and cries of pleasure.

He started to leave a trail of soft and open mouthed kisses into the dip of your neck and under your ears, never stopping his movements against you, pressing his pelvis against your ass so hard that your body lunged forward. "See, I don´t care if you´re helping me" he whispered, taking a moment to breath heavily when you tightened around him suddenly, "I don´t care if you leave this room after I make you cum. You´ll come back to me" he reassured, "Again," he thrusted into you once, hard, "again," second time, "and again". A third time. Your hands clenched the sheets so tightly your knuckles turned white. He was making you feel things that no one else had ever made you feel, things you didn't even think were possible.

You moaned and cried out into the pillows, the pleasure consuming your insides just as Luke´s. You should study if the intoxication is contagious…

"Tell me you like it. Tell me how good it feels" he said. You were a whimpering mess, unable to form coherent sentences unless he gave you a minute to recompose yourself, but he wouldn´t give in to that.

“It feels so good, Luke” you cry out, “Your cock feels so good”

Luke chuckled against your ear, “It´ll feel better every time”

He licked your neck with his tongue before pressing your head against the pillows, and going back to his previous position. You felt your orgasm approaching fast, the feeling of Luke's cock slamming into you and the sound of his ragged breathing making you even more excited. But Luke didn´t show any signals on stopping soon.

You were already seeing stars. You couldn´t take it anymore. "Luke," you breathed out, "I'm so close, I'm gonna- I'm gonna-" Your body was shaking uncontrollably, and you were sure Luke was getting close too. He let out a loud groan, and you felt his cock twitching inside you. "Oh fuck, me too" he panted.

It was so hard, so hard not to beg. Not to ask him to go harder, to go deeper. But you knew, deep down, that Luke wouldn´t mind. That he wanted this, and maybe even more.

So, why not call him tomorrow, like he said you would do?

Your climax hit you like a fucking shockwave, you were sure you never felt like this before. It was almost like an explosion, the pleasure washing over your entire body. You felt yourself clench around him, your toes curling, and you let out a loud moan. A single tear streamed down your face, a signal of your body telling you how much it could handle. Luke followed right after, pulling himself out of you as he let his own cum drip into your lower back.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it was going to explode, and your body was still trembling when Luke brushed a finger against your back, his cum sticking into his digit. His free hand took a hold of your jaw, pulling it up so your cute eyes could look at him towering over you. His other hand creeped its way to your lips, a single finger asking for permission to get in.

"Taste" he simply demanded, and you obeyed, letting his finger slip past your lips, tasting his salty semen. You didn't know what had gotten into you, but you couldn't stop yourself from swirling your tongue around his finger, sucking on it lightly. His finger slid out from your mouth, and he pressed it against your lips, leaving them swollen and red.

His breath was ragged as he looked at you through half-lidded eyes, his face flushed and his body hot and sweaty. He collapsed next to you, the chilly night finally making its way to his skin. You took a closer look to his eyes; still purple, but significantly better. It worked, thanks the stars.

His breathing was still a bit erratic, but he seemed calmer, more like himself again. He smiled lazily, still a bit woozy from what had occurred. "Gods, that was fun” he said, his voice laced with satisfaction.

You pulled hard at one of his curls. "Shut up" you say, "You destroyed my skirt"

He chuckled weakly, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to his chest. "Hey, I couldn´t help it" he mumbled against your hair, "I lost my mind a bit."

You snuggle against him, hearing his rapid heartbeat as his muscle loosened up, his sweat running dry. "Yeah, well, this is all your fault. The damn greenhouse, what were you thinking?" you scold him.

He huffed softly, his fingers tracing small circles on your shoulder. "I wasn't thinking, sweetheart" he mumbled, “And I didn´t expect for the goddamn flower to sneeze on me”

You chuckled softly, “Sneeze” you quoted, “Just don´t do it again, please. You or your bothers”

He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head, but the high from the flower was taking a while to wear off. He pulled you closer, his body seeking heat and comfort from your presence. "Gods, I´m so tired" he muttered, his eyelids feeling heavy. You turned your head to look at him. Any sign of fever or redness was gone, replaced by the same old same old Luke you knew from around camp.

His face looked normal again, no trace of his earlier daze. He stared back at you, his eyes slightly glazed over from exhaustion, but overall looking more and more like himself with each passing second. “You´re pretty” he blurted out.

You chuckled softly at his drunken bluntness. Yeah, this was the regular Luke. Still flirty but, without all that vulgarity. "You're not so bad yourself" you teased back, "when you're not high on hallucinogens"

“I wasn´t hallucinating” he stated outraged.

“Yes, you were” you fought back, “Making zero sense and not even being able to walk straight. Talking nonsense”

"I wasn´t saying things I didn´t mean" he declared as one hand moved to take a hold of your naked hip, "I still think you have lovely hips" he teased

Your face heat up at his unfiltered honesty, your heart beating slightly faster. You tried to play it cool, rolling your eyes again. "Gee, thanks" you said, trying to sound sarcastic.

He chuckled, his thumb gently caressing your skin as he continued to admire your body in the dim light of the room. His expression slowly started to loosen up, muscles relaxing as he went back into his usual neutral expression. You noticed his eyelids closing slightly, fighting himself to stay awake. Your hand went to take a soft hold of his curls, twisting them in between your fingers. Luke relaxes at the feeling, closing his eyes for a moment as he releases the tension from his shoulders.

But then he looks back at you again, his fingers drumming playfully against your skin. "Stay the night" he blurted out.

Your heart skipped a beat at his unexpected request, your mind going still for a second. "Stay the night?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Yeah," he said, his voice soft and low but firm. He pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. "Stay with me" he repeated, his eyes meeting yours and holding your gaze captive. The purple ring still lingered there, around his iris, yet he sounded just as sweet and soft as his sight towards you was.

Your mind was torn, part of you wanting to stay, to feel his touch a bit longer, to listen to his voice and feel his body against yours the entire night. But the other part was wary, knowing you would regret it come morning, when you would have to leave with a heart heavy with want.

"I can´t stay, Luke" you whisper, "What are we gonna do when everyone comes back?"

He stayed silent for a brief moment, processing your response. You were right. What were campers gonna see or say when they saw you, sleeping on Luke’s bed?

A flash of disappointment crosses his face, but he quickly tamps it down, his features going back to his usual neutral expression. "Right" he mumbled, "Yeah, you're right." He sighed then, looking away from you for a moment. He knew you had a point, the logical part of his mind agreeing with you.

"What is it?" you asked then, noticing the disappointed shift in his behavior.

He took a deep breath, still refusing to look at you. "It's just..." he started, his voice trailing off for a second before continuing, "Are we gonna pretend this didn´t happen?"

You tilt your head like a confused dog. Luke wasn’t even looking at you, yet you felt your heart pang with guilt. He sounded hurt, a little scared. He was riding out of his high and he was thinking things coldly now, his mind racing with a hundred thoughts a second, wondering how he would react tomorrow morning when he sees you around camp, and you ignored him.

But your answer surprised him.

"Who says we have to?" you inquire.

His gaze softened then, and he finally looked back at you, his eyes locking onto yours. His expression was a mixture of hope and vulnerability, so unlike the usual Luke people saw around camp. "You don´t?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I mean, I don´t care" you explain, "Why?”

He looked at you for a moment, searching for a hint of doubt in your face, a hint of hesitation in your eyes, but found none. He snuggled close to you again, his swollen lips founding yours in a tender kiss. He pulled away briefly; "I feel like I´m not done with you yet" he whispered.

The kiss was slow and gentle, a stark contrast to the previous rough and wild ones. He took his time, his lips moving against yours with a soft and careful touch. It felt different, as if he was trying to savor every second, every caress.

When he pulled away, his eyes were still closed, his breathing shallow as he laid his head on the pillow again. "Don´t stay if you can´t" he stated, his voice low and laced with desire. "But please, I need to do this again".

You were torn once again, your mind still battling between the rational and the irrational, the smart and the stupid, but he was wanting you back, he wanted you to still see him even after this. Even after you stated to yourself that you would only do this to help him, to maybe even help yourself for a bit, but nothing more than that. Yet, now? After he was so specific about how much he needed you? How could you ever say no to that?

You nod softly, “Okay” you state, tracing a finger down his jawline, “So, when do you want me here again?”

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