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Buffy A.S.

By: bigdaleforever



This story transpires several days after the final episode of the series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It involves Buffy and Faith on vacation in Mexico attempting to relax after the destruction of the Hellmouth and Sunnydale.

Buffy A.S. (After Sunnydale)

Buffy stepped out on the balcony after she and Faith returned from dinner and enjoyed the breeze. It was quite warm and the crash of the waves on the beach was very relaxing. Buffy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly wondering if her life still had any purpose since the Hellmouth was destroyed. She felt comfortable knowing that Dawn, Giles, Xander, and the other Slayers were safe and sound in England. Buffy had told Giles that she and Faith were going to take a trip to Mexico to spend a vacation. Faith was just as excited about the trip as Buffy was. Buffy could not deny the fact that she missed Spike terribly. That was the one thing that she still had difficulty with even after leaving behind California.

“I am going to take a shower and then I think I’ll take a walk on the beach, wanna join me?” Faith asked Buffy as she headed for the bathroom.

“Sure, I could use the fresh air,” Buffy responded sitting down on her bed as Faith closed the door to the bathroom. “God, Spike, why did you have to die?” Buffy whispered as she heard Faith turn on the shower. Realizing that she had a few minutes alone Buffy placed her pillows at an angle on the bed and slipped out of her pants and panties and lay back on the pillows and reached down between her legs and began to stroke her pussy while she let her thoughts drift back to Spike. She worked first one finger into her soaking wet pussy then used two to stroke her clit. She continued with her fingering herself so wrapped up in herself that she didn’t hear the phone when it started to ring. Suddenly, she realized that Faith had left the shower and was exiting the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and was running toward the telephone. Buffy realized that Faith had seen her and she made no effort to cover herself. 

“Hello,” Faith said into the phone. She listened for a moment, “Sure just a sec,” she said taking the phone away from her ear. “Giles for you,” she said handing the phone to Buffy.

“Hello,” Buffy said before talking to Giles for several minutes while making it perfectly clear that she was on vacation, while it was obvious to Faith that Giles was trying to convince that Slayers don’t get vacations. “We will look into it,” Buffy said before hanging up the phone.

“Before you say anything about that call let me say something to you. Buffy, I know that you miss Spike, but face it he is gone it is time to move on. Find some stud down here and have a fling get laid, you are too damn uptight about it. Now what did Mr. Unfun have to say,” Faith said.

“Faith, I know that Spike is dead and I miss him greatly, but I don’t know that I can move on without him. On the other hand, Giles says that there have been reports of a demon named Aphrodisiac running around down here and using his powers to make people have sex from the time he uses his powers until sunrise of the next day,” Buffy said with a grin.

“A demon that makes people screw all night, interesting,” Faith said to her.

“Sexually insatiable apparently without any regard to where they or what they are doing,” Buffy said to her with a smile.

“We could have some really embarrassing situations arising from that type of thing. So I guess we have to check it out,” Faith said to her.

“Yeah, so go get dressed,” Buffy said getting up off the bed.

“Okay, keep you pants on, after you get them on that is.”

Later that evening as Buffy and Faith are walking around looking for people in sexually compromising positions, they hear a scream from a park across the street. They charge into the park and find a female vampire holding down a man and preparing to bite his neck. Faith leaps at the vampire and separates the two of them and Buffy helps the man get to his feet before she steps next to Faith to battle the vampire. “Slayers,” the vampire says in rage as she stares at them in disgust.

“Hello, Rose,” Faith said to the vampire.

“You two know each other,” Buffy said in shock.

“Long story,” Faith said to her with a wink. Suddenly, the air between them crackled and a large man materialized in the middle of them. He stood there looking at all of them, Faith noticed that he had a huge erect cock and was looking right at Buffy. Then without warning twin beams shot from his eyes and hit Buffy in the chest. Buffy immediately started removing her clothes with a look of lust in her eyes. “Buff, what in the hell are you doing,” Faith said as Buffy unhooked her bra and tossed it on the ground.

“I need to fuck,” Buffy said to her dropping her pants to the ground and hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini panties before peeling them down her legs while Faith stood there speechless.

“Aphrodisiac,” Faith said as she turned back to the demon.

“Correct,” the demon said as he shot his eyebeams at Faith and she started to strip while she looked at Rose.

“What luck,” Rose said as she took a step toward Faith. The demon then hit Rose with the beams as well and Rose began to strip as well. Faith reached Rose before she had her pants off and Faith punched her knocking her to the ground and reached down and ripped off her pants and panties in one move. “Lick my pussy, you little whore,” Rose said to Faith. Faith quickly complied. Buffy reached Rose and lowered her pussy onto Rose’s hot flicking tongue as Rose lapped greedily wanting to taste every bit of Buffy’s juices as they flowed.

Rose’s victim sat at the edge of the clearing watching the scene unfold before him. His cock rose in an instant and he thought that maybe the demon had not seen him so he stood up to watch and figured that he could at least jerk off to the scene before him before he took off. As he pulled his cock out he felt a large hand on his shoulder and knew that the demon was standing right behind him. He looked up and the demon blasted him with the beams from his eyes. He then continued to strip and when he was completely nude he walked toward the three women on the park in front of him.

“Looks like somebody else wants to play,” Faith said to them as she noticed the man approach them.

“What’s your name, big boy? And the emphasis is on ‘big’,” Buffy said as she walked over to him and grabbed his 9 ½” cock in her hand before dropping to her knees and licking all around the head of it.

“Slade, my name is, Slade,” he managed to get out between his moans as Buffy worked his cock.

“I’m Buffy, this is Faith, and that is Rose,” Buffy said in between licks on his cock as she continued to work on him. 

Faith then decided that she wanted Rose to taste her and she lifted her head up and started to lay back. “Bite me, bitch and I will stake you before you get a chance to enjoy the first drop,” Faith said as Rose took the hint and lowered his face that was still wet with Buffy’s pussy juices onto Faith’s sopping wet cunt.

Meanwhile, Slade lay down on the cool wet grass and while Buffy continued to suck on his hard cock he positioned her so that he could lick her pussy at the same time. Buffy moaned around Slade’s hard cock as he licked her clit bringing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. 

Faith was moaning as Rose’s very talented tongue started to work on her clit. Rose was enjoying this even more than she enjoyed drinking blood. Faith was on the verge of coming when she sensed that Rose had stopped for a moment and she then opened her eyes and noticed that Slade had positioned himself behind Rose and was working his cock into Rose’s well lubricated pussy. Faith then realized that Rose’s licking was taking on a new intensity as Slade began to slowly fuck Rose’s tight wet pussy. Buffy then stepped over Faith and lowered her till sopping wet pussy onto Faith’s lips and Faith began to lick at Buffy’s pussy the same way that Rose was licking hers.

Slade moaned that he was going to cum and Buffy jumped up off of Faith’s lips and ran over to where Slade was and got on her knees next Slade and told him to shoot into her mouth. Slade pulled out of Rose’s pussy and turned to Buffy just as Rose’s tongue brought Faith to an orgasm and she moaned in pleasure. Slade shot his load into Buffy’s open mouth and moaned as he looked down and saw the lust in Buffy’s eyes. Buffy then stepped over to the other two and both Rose and Faith sat up and put their lips to Buffy’s and they shared Slade’s cum together each licking up any that spilled out over their lips. 

Instead of slowing down, however the group took on some new positions with Slade now fucking Faith while Rose and Buffy licked each other’s pussies continuing as if neither of them had had and orgasm yet and their passion showed no signs of abating. Buffy was moaning in orgasm when Faith walked over behind her and since Buffy was on top of Rose, Faith shocked Buffy when she licked her asshole as Slade moved in behind Faith and started to fuck her from behind. This time all three of them started to cum at the same time. 

Switching yet again Slade began to fuck Rose doggie style, while Buffy began to lick and suck on Rose’s tits, while Faith squatted on Rose’s mouth allowing Rose to again taste her sopping wet pussy. The group was working each other hard all of them were covered in sweat and was driving toward orgasm when the sun began to rise over the ocean. “Oh, damn,” Rose said as she realized what was about to happen and suddenly she turned to dust, Buffy fell on her face in the grass, while Faith fell on her ass and Slade began to shoot his load on the ground where only moments before Rose had laid with her legs spread and Slade had been plunging into her pussy. Slade moaned as the rest of his cum shot out of the tip of his dick. 

Faith realizing what had happened sat up and used her hands to cover herself up and began to search for her clothes as Buffy and Slade began to do the same. Then the air crackled off to their left and they all looked as Aphrodisiac entered their world one last time. “Very good show, Slayers, I am impressed,” the demon said to them. “I only get this chance once every two hundred and fifty years and I am always happy to get the chance to watch a Slayer in action. This time I got to see two of them with a vampire and one human who got one hell of a fuck. By the way, the clothes that you were wearing are the price for Aphrodisiac’s gift for one night.” Suddenly, as quickly as he appeared Aphrodisiac disappeared.

“Does that mean that we have to go back to the hotel, naked?” Faith asked.

“I guess it does,” Buffy said to her.

“Damn it,” Faith said as she continued to cover herself.

“Don’t worry about it, Faith, you have a wonderful body,” Slade said.

“Not bad yourself there, buddy,” Faith said to him with a wink.

“What am I chopped liver?” Buffy asked them.

“Not at all,” both replied at the same time as they started to walk toward the hotel covering themselves with their hands.

Several days later when Buffy and Faith were on the plane to join Giles and the others in England Buffy turned to Faith and asked her, “Did you enjoy your vacation?” 

“Definitely,” Faith said. “Did you?”

“Yeah, actually, I did,” Buffy said.

“You think we can keep the other night just between us?” Faith asked.

“We could, but imagine that kick that Willow and Xander would get out of hearing it,” Buffy said to Faith with a laugh.

“Might give Willow the wrong idea, and Xander wouldn’t leave his room for a week,” Faith said back to her.

“Yeah, lets just keep it between us,” Buffy said to Faith with a wink.

“We could do that,” Faith said back to her. 

Shortly after take off Buffy heads to the bathroom and just before she exits she stands looking in the mirror and Aphrodisiac’s face appears in the mirror and his eyebeams shoot out and hit her again. Buffy strips and instead of leaving the bathroom she sits back on the toilet and begins to masturbate furiously. Her orgasmic cries cause Faith to head back and check on her. Faith slips in to find Buffy fingering herself wildly and looks in the mirror and sees the face of Aphrodisiac in the mirror and quickly steps back in the hallway and closes the door. One of the flight attendants looks questioningly at Faith who tells her, “She will be fine after the sunrises, missing her boyfriend.”

“Damn you, Aphrodisiac,” Faith said as she headed back to her seat.

Two hours later Buffy returned to her seat covered in sweat and looked at Faith.

“Have fun?” Faith asked her.

“Well, Aphrodisiac, wanted a repeat show, but you ran off. He is gone now, though. He said that his talents were required somewhere else, but he will try to meet up with us sometime,” Buffy smiled at Faith.

“Damn, I look forward to it,” Faith said with a smile.

“Me too,” Buffy said as she looked out the window at the sunrise over the ocean.

Buffy Acid



Spoilers: ep 17, Lies My Mother Told Me

Oh, and btw, this was written really quickly. It's badfic, kind of funny.

Wood stood there, disbelieving that a Slayer who shared a common thread to his own mother, would stand there and defend the now -ensouled, yet - eternal killer.

"If you come after Spike again, he'll kill you. And I'll let him. This isn't about you. This is about the mission." 

Buffy left in a huff, rubbing her thighs together and wondering how soon she could feel Spike's cock in her. It seemed strange that she had to justify killing another human being, even if she didn't wield the axe herself. But she just couldn't let Spike die, even if he was a sometimes crazed demon who was just as trigger happy with a soul as without one. In truth, she was ashamed. The only real difference between her and Faith was that Faith was honest. Her pathetic excuses for every selfish thing she did was causing all of her friends to look at her with increasing agitation. Only the Slayers in Training remained faithful in their devotion, certain that the longest-living active Slayer would lead them to victory and safety.

Suddenly, Buffy felt it splash against her face. It shocked her system so much so that she couldn't tell what it was for a bizarre, disgustingly vaudeville moment.

"Aaah!! My eyes!!" Buffy cried.

"That's it, you crazy bitch!" Andrew shouted, " you're a threat to the mission. You've become too selfish and gone crazy! The side of good doesn't need you anymore, so we have to get rid of you so you don't end up being used by evil!"

"Evil!!" Buffy shouted in a pained, horrified haze, "I'm not evil, you bastard... Oh my EYES!!"

"Sorry, Buffy, you're nuts," Xander piped up with dejected calm.

"He's right," Willow agreed, as she saw her friend's face melting away before her eyes. 

She hadn't wanted killing Buffy to be this violent, but a really, really violent fell swoop* was the only way to make sure a Slayer couldn't be turned into a zombie and used by the First. Faith's death had been an unfortunate tragedy that had led them to this factual understanding of the First's modus of operandi.

"What have I done to deserve this!!" Buffy cried, as Spike bounded up the stairs from the basement, answering his mate's call.

"Oh, my god, Buffy!" Spike shouted, "I'm going to save you!"

Spike rushed to the aid of his blonde princess and, at a loss for what to do, steeled his eyes and said, "We're going to make it ok. We will, this is just temporary, luv. Just... it's tempo-"

Suddenly Spike morphed, his vampire recognizing the distinct sensation of holy water.

"Sorry, Spike, even with a soul, you are pretty self involved and evil. Sure, it might have been a demon impersonating your mother that said it, but she was right. She really should have dashed your brains out when you were a baby", Drusilla said. She had come on a declared ceasefire with Xander, Willow and Giles to see her cheating ex honey burn.

"Aaaagh!!" Spike wailed, "I'm going to kill you!"

Suddenly his mouth filled with acid holy water, and his tongue disloged and slipped out of his mouth. The water continued to burn his throat.

"Thanks for letting me be here, it was really important to me," Wood said to the Scoobies.

"No problem. It was only fitting", Giles replied, wishing he'd had the foresight to stand up to Buffy on the issue of Angel after Jenny's death.

Buffy and Spike danced around the room holding their faces in some nightmarish jerking waltz, before they were roped around by their necks and dragged into the living room, where a giant bathtub of mixed holy water and sulphuric acid lay. The water and acid had been mixed to prolong Buffy's death, since the violence in it was the only way to keep the First from reanimating her.

Giles and Dawn each held a rope, and threw Buffy and Spike into the vat, jumping back to avoid the acidic splashes.

Buffy and Spike writhed around for what seemed like hours, but were only minutes. Then they were dead.

"At least now I don't have to eat anything from the Doubleshit Palace for dinner tonight," Dawn quipped.

"What should we do?", Anya asked, not used to cleaning up messes after she had wreaked vengeance herself.

"I'll take care of it, you guys have suffered enough. It's always sad to lose a friend, but sometimes they must die. Go see a movie to take your minds off of it", Andrew replied.

When the gang had left, and taken the somewhat nonplussed potential Slayers out for a movie and ice cream, Andrew walked over to the vat. There, he undid his pants and got his last thrill out for either Buffy or Spike, and jerked off. 

As his opaque seed dripped into the orange-water tub, he shed no tears.

The End?



Buffy Adventures of Andrew Ch. 01



Rome.

It was a year sense the big battle with the first Evil. Everyone went his or her separate ways. Andrew decided to wander the earth like Cain from that Kung Fu flick. Sadly it turn out that you really do need money to travel the world. You cannot just get by on ass kicking alone. So months ago he pretty much ran out of money and was trapped in Rome.

Not so bad. There were many beautiful women. None wanted him of course. None of them believes his heroic stories. He got a job as a bus boy at a restaurant. It was fun. He has to meet new people and he found it comforting.

That was until she walked in. 

It was Dawn. Dawn was Buffy sister. He all ways had a crush on Dawn. She was the closest to his age of all the Scooby gang. He actually found her more attractive then Buffy. For one she was taller and had a sexy curtness. Second, she did not give long boring speeches. She should be legal by now Andrew thought. She was wearing some tight jeans that showed off her tight little ass. She also wore a tight pink sleeveless tank top. Her belly was nice and flat

“Andy is that you?” She said.

“Ummmmm Hi.” He said.

“Get to work Andrew,” the boss said

“Hey you seem busy. Meet me at the bar in an hour. Ok?” Dawn said.

She smiled. She had pink lipstick with shiny lip-gloss. Her eyes seem to sparkle. He nodded. He was nervous trying to play it cool but his hands were sweaty. He still has not got down to talking to girls like his friend Warren. They were all ways good at that. Too bad, he was evil. Xander was good too. He had the cool pirate thing going for him. Chicks dig pirates. What did Andrew have? Andrew felt he had nothing.

Hour pass.

Andrew approaches the bar. He sat by Dawn. Her perfume was like roses and jasmine.

“How you been?” Dawn said.

She sips slowly on the straw in her drink.

“Good. You know traveling doing the hero thing.” Andrew said.

“Good. I am helping the slayers in training. Getting in touch with my ummm keenness.”

“Nice.”

It was quiet for a bit. Andrew did not know what to say.

“So weird about the town blowing up.” Andrew said.

“Yup. Sure was.”

“Hmmmm.”

“Yea.”

Moments of silence.

“I LOVE YOU!” Andrew blurted out.

Dawn looked at him.

Andrew gulped.

Dawn laughed.

“You are cute Andrew and funny.” Dawn said.

“Yea. I’m a joker.”

“I like you too. You know that, right?” Dawn said tilting her head.

“Really.”

“Yea you’re the only one who didn’t treat me like a child. You treated me like an equal. You even treated me above that sometimes. I could not make a move because of big sister watching.  I am becoming my own person Andrew and I really like to get to know you.” Dawn said.

“Well, we could… uhhmmm… you know… hold hand…”

“I want you to go to my apartment so we can make love. I all ways wanted to make love in Rome Andy.”

“I ummm.”

“You like me don’t you?” Dawn asked.

“Yes. But you know… I am afraid that I will hurt you. You know, with my manliness.”

She laughed.

“Think I can handle it. Plus none of us are virgins here.” She said.

“Ummm.”

“You’re a virgin?”

“You’re not?”

“Lost it when I went to camp. Also had some fun sense the town blew up. You don’t think I am dirty do you.”

“No, of course not.”

“Well you would be wrong.” Dawn smiled

He gulped.

“Just kidding. Come with me. I will show you around.”

They walked across the street. His hands were sweaty.

“Don’t be so nervous.” Dawn smiled.

They walked into the room and she pushed Andrew on the bed. She dims the lights. The room was nice. The new Watcher Council must have given her cash. Why he did not get any was beyond Andrew. She took of her shirt revealing a sexy pink bra. She smiled down at him and removed her top. She had perky breast. Her nipples were nice and erect.

“Take of your clothes Andy.” She said.

Andrew worked franticly helping his clothes off. His zipper popped off. He removed his shirt.

“If you cum fast don’t worry. We have all day.” Dawn said.

Andrew lay down on the bed. Dawn walked toward him. He licked his cock. His body tense.

“Shhhhhh.” She said.

She kissed it with her soft small lips. She started to lick the cock head. Andrew got rock hard and came to life. So big, she could hardly put her hands around.

“Andrew, I am impressed.” She said.

She gave a devilish smile. She glided her tongue around his shaft getting it nice and wet. She looked him deep in the eyes so he could see everything. Dawn took the cock in her mouth and slowly started sucking.  Half the cock hung out of her mouth and she bobbed up and down. She adds more spit with each suck. Soon his whole cock was deep into her mouth. The balls hit her chin. She was slobbering on it.

“Ohhh yesss.” Andrew moaned.

Dawn was enjoying the taste. She stroked it up and down working it deep in her mouth. 

“You like that Andrew?” She said.

“Yes.”

“Your cock taste so sweet. I can taste the pre cum all ready.” She said

She got on top of him sucking some more.  She stood up mover him and pulled down her pants. He saw pink dripping wet panties. She pulled them off and swung them in the air. She craved attention from being in her sister’s shadow. She got on top of him and sucked bring him close to cumming and stopping.

“Lick my ass. Stick it in my tight hole,” She said

Andrew did as asked. She moaned as he licked tight little asshole. She rubbed it in his face.

“Faster Andy. Faster. Finger my cunt.”

He shoved his finger deep in as he munch on her ass. This caused her to suck faster.

“Ohhh shit Andrew.”

“Can’t hold it much longer.” Andrew said.

“It is ok. Let it go. Just keep licking.” She said.

He came deep in her mouth. She enjoyed the taste letting some hit her face. She kept the cum in her mouth as she rubbed her pussy on Andrew.

“Squeeze my ass Andrew.” She said.

He shoved his tongue all the way.

“Ohhhhhh I’m CUMMING!” She said.

She came on him. She looked back.

“Hope you don’t think you’re getting off that easy. That was only third base,” Dawn smiled.



Buffy Adventures of Andrew Ch. 02



Dawn stood in front of Andrew. She looked beautiful. Her breast were young and perky and her body had a nice tan. Her nipples stood erect and her pussy looked wet. It surprise Andrew that she was really a ball of energy. She was a 1000-year-old key to other dimensions with the mind of a young woman. To Andrew she was just perfection and one of the few people in the Scooby gang that was nice to him.

"Are you ready Andrew?" She asked.

. "Yes of course." He said

She giggled.

"You're so cute when you're nervous. I love the way you hair gets spiky and you hands shake." She said.

"Sure you don't want me to lube up. Wouldn't want to ruin you for future men."

"I think I can take. Lay back." She said.

She laid him down and slow straddled her cock. The cock was a lot bigger then she expected. She took a deep breath and put started putting the cock in her pussy. She breath some more and gasp as she put inch my inch into her cunt. Her wetness was helping it in. She bit her lip and let out a pleasurable moan as her force more meat in. Soon when she was ready, she thrust on top of and took it all the way in. Andrew never felt anything so warm. Her tight pussy gripped him and started riding him. She was dripping wet and let out a moan of satisfaction. She rode him slowly gliding her hand down her body and squeezing her breast. She let Andrew get a good look. He went to touch her breast but she stopped him and put his hand down to her ass. He squeezes moving her a bit up and down. Dawn had practice before with a cucumber or anything she could get her hands on. She then secretly slept with Spike. Spike had told her she was better then Buffy. She figured that was a lie but she like hearing it. From then on, she wanted to learn to be the best. She found she got pleasure out of seeing the pleasure in men's face and control. Dawn took the drives seat thrusting on him faster and faster. From here she could control it. She could watch the cock go deep in. 

She knew why Buffy loved being on top. She could guide it where she wanted it to go. His cock head brushed up against her gspot. He was hitting the walls of it like a hammer. Dawn moan became louder as her pussy milked his cock.

"I loved you." Andrew blurred out

She coved her mouth.

"You too sweetie. No shhh. Don't cum let." He said

She started grinding her body moving it like it was dance. Faith has secretly taught her how to dance. She found she could work a man's body as much as she wanted and keep it going. She moves her hand out of her mouth and had him suck her finger. She loved the way he was squeezing her ass cheeks.

"You're beautiful." Andrew said

"More than my sister." Dawn said.

"By far."

She rode him faster. Sweat dripped down her bodies and she bit her lip. His cock head was slammed into her gspot and she came like an explosion her whole body shook. Pussy juices soaked his cock. She could feel Andrew about to explode.

"Shoot inside me. I am on the pill and have a magical relic." She said.

She felt his cock pulsate shooting wave after wave of cum deep inside her. The boy had plenty of jizz. It was certainly more then Spike. She slid her hand down her belly and had him look at her pussy dripping with cum. His cock was still inside her.

"Not a virgin anymore are you Andrew?" She smiled.

"No. Guess not" He smiled.

She pulled him out and lay by him. His cock was soft.

"You're pretty sexy for a geek." Dawn smiled.

"Thanks. I don't know if my cock can take any more tonight." He said.

"It ok. Your tongue still works." She said.

She moved his head down to her pussy and laid back. It was going to be great in Rome.

They had been going at it for a while. Andrew got some must needed rest and Dawn was ready for more. The door creaked open. Dawn had conveniently forgot that she was going to have company. She also conveniently forgot to locked the door. The person coming in was someone she met in Rome before Faith came in. That was when the door open up.

"Well looked like the little squirt had grown up." Faith said.

Andrew face was between her legs.

"Please. Don't turn Buffy." She said

She pushed Andrew face back

"If you don't. I promise to be good."



Buffy Adventures of Andrew Ch. 03



"What on earth do you think your doing" Faith said 

She swung around a long switchblade. Andrew covered his and Dawn's naked bodies with the with a blanket

"I can explain. We were mind controlled. By gypsies...vampire gypsies" Andrew said.

"Quiet" Faith said sternly

She motion Dawn over. Dawn got out of the covers and was about to put her clothes off.

"Don't even put those clothes on. I want you to walk over here like the whore you are. Want to see that nasty crusted cum on your lips" Faith said.

Dawn moped and put her head down like a scolded child. She walked over shaking her little butt. Faith firmly grabbed her hair.

"Don't you move Andrew? Just stay right there. What would Buffy say? What would goodie two shoes say if she knew her sister was sleeping with this X villain hmmm. Maybe I should tell her."

"Please don't. I will do anything. Anything." Dawn whimpered

Faith smiled and kissed her. Her tongued entered her mouth. Andrew got a good look of their tongues twisting together and Faith pulling Dawn naked body toward her. She slides her hand down Dawn's body and grabbed her ass. Her finger slipped in the smaller girl's pussy and then her other hand slipped in her crack. Dawn became dripping wet. Faith then broke the kiss. Her hands were still inside her.

"I miss you." Dawn

Dawn kiss her neck and laid her head on Faith's shoulders.

"You two are dating." Andrew asked.

"Well Duh." Faith laughed.

"Sorry to scare you. You should have seen the look on your face." Dawn laughed.

"But I'm still mad. When you bring men home, you should tell me. Then we can share." Faith said.

"Sorry spur of the moment." Dawn said.

"Wait what going on."

"It is simple. We met and Rome. And Dawn over here went all Willow and became a little dike. With my help of course. I didn't happen right away. We hung out for a bit and then we slowly fail for each other. All ways found Dawny cute" Faith said.

"Yea. I knew Faith was coming back from slayer training and I knew she like having men after battle. You looked so cute Andrew and were so sweet to me before. I decided to give you a little invite." Dawn said

Faith walked over

"Let see what cooking under there." Faith said.

Andrew tried to cover himself but faith yanked them off with ease.

"Wow your really packing for a nerd." Faith said

"He gives great oral too." Dawn said

"We have to see about that." Faith replied

Faith took his cock in his hand. He couldn't believe it. These two beautiful women were in the room with him. She licked it a bit and started to suck. She was defiantly a better cock sucker then Dawn. He got rocked hard in a second growing deep insider her mouth. Her tongue worked magic on him. She pulled out sliding on a long goop of salvia down his cock and gave a little spit before rubbing.

"Just a taste test. You are going to have to work for more." Faith said

With that she stood over him and moves her body in a little dance. She zipped her leather pants down revealing some pink panties. Her leather pants were off and she remove her shirt revealing a matching bra. She pushed him down on the bed with a foot. Her shoes were still on. 

"Pull them off "

Andrew did as told. She slides her shoes off putting them in the corner. She place some toes in his mouth and had him suck as she removed her other clothes. She looked down at him and her bra snap off. She gave a wry smile as she played with her bare tits. There were nice and plump for the world to see. Her panties were wet. She took them off and sat her self on Andrew's face. He saw a droplet of cum out.

"Lick." She said.

He started licking and sucking her pretty cunt. His tongue darted in and out as he began to wrap his lips around her clit.

"Mmmmmm that it higher..higher." Faith said

Her juice wasn't as sweet as Dawn's but her smell was wonderful. She rode his face harder then Dawn did. She wrapped her legs around his head giving him a squeeze. Dawn sat on a chair rubbing her. She parted her pussy lips and with her index finger and ring finger. She shoved her middle in to play with her clit. She was dripping gobs of juice down on her hands and let on a moan. This got Faith excited some more. She hardly gave Andrew room to breath but Andrew didn't care. He was in heaven

"Damm you really are a good pussy licker. I may have to keep you." Faith moaned.

She rode his face some more. Her body started to shake. She came on Andrew having him lapped it up.

"Damm that was great mmmm. Still got some left. Why don't you give Andrew a hand?" Faith said.

Dawn walked over and took his cock into her mouth. She shoved it in choking and then she breathes taking it whole. Her cheeks became red and she rode his face some more keeping eyes on Dawn. Faith became stroking his cock and helping in in Dawn's mouth. This excited Andrew. 

"Don't stop licking Andrew." Faith said. 

Dawn was going faster now. He could hear loud sucking sounds.

"Shoot it in me." Dawn moaned

Andrew shot his load in Dawn mouth. Dawn took the whole load. She went over to Faith and they started spitting in each other mouth. Dawn hands were still on his cock stroking it. The girls kiss in front of Andrew. Dawn finger went into Faith clit as she licked. Faith was dripping with sweat. The girls kissed each other sloppily. Faith sucked Dawn's tongue grabbed her to her. They breathe hard.

"Shit can feel this nerd sucking on my clit. I think every time he cums he got to make us cum 3 times. You think that fair?" Faith said.

"More then Fair. What do you think Andrew?" Dawn said

She was molding his cock like putty.

"mmmf"

"Think that a yes." Faith laughed.

She came again on Andrew face. 

"Lick it all up Andrew." Faith said.

Her and Dawn switched places. Dawn sat on her face and bent down to suck his cock. She rubs her pussy on his mouth. She sucked her tight clit. Both girls were working on his cock now. Faith sucked it as Dawn licked the balls. They would take turns licking and sucking. He didn't think he had any more left but they got it out of him. Sometime they would lick at the same time. Andrew couldn't take much more. He burst shooting his load. Fourthly Dawn was turn on. Her pussy was all ready extra sensitive. She came on Andrew. Her pussy was like a bowl of cum. She gushed.

Andrew lay exhausted. The girls laughed.

Faith patted him on the head. She put a pillow under his head and smirked.

"Night not over let Andrew. You still owe us some orgasms." Faith 

He had no idea if she was joking but he would find out.



Buffy Adventures of Andrew Ch. 04



Two days has pass since he met Faith and Dawn in Rome. They haven't even left the room. He never was so happy in his life. Andrew didn't know if he was any more then a sex toy for them but he didn't mind. He loves them and gets to have sex with the two hottest girls he ever seen. They were now getting ready to go out.

"Come on Dawn. Take that boy face out of your pussy for a second and get ready." Faith laughed.

"Sorry" Dawn said.

She lifted Andrew face up. Pussy juice was still in his mouth. Faith was dress in a tight leather skirt and sex pumps. She had a tight wife beater on with a leather jacket. It was no bra underneath her shirt. At times you could see Faith rock hard nipples. Dawn was about to get dress. She grabbed Dawn toward her by the hand.

"Forgot how cute you looked naked." Faith said.

"Cute enough to buy me something nice." Dawn said.

"Wow you're spoiled. Going to have to tame that out of you." Faith said

She gave her a hard slap on the ass. Dawn yelped but seems to like. She turns dawn around and slapped her on the ass.

"Go get dress. You too geek." Faith said.

Dawn was dress in a tight shirt with sponge bob on it. It was two sizes to small. She was in a tight pink skirt. She looked like a tease. Andrew came out in a shirt with Spiderman on it.

"We have to get you some new gear Andrew." Faith said.

"What wrong with this." Andrew said.

"I don't have 5 hours to fully explain what wrong with that outfit. Let's go shopping. We can use the new watches council's credit card." Faith said.

They went out. Rome was beautiful. They travel on motor scooters through Rome. Andrew rode on the back on Dawn's scooter. His arms were wrapped firmly for dear life. He found himself screaming like a girl when she made a big jump.

"Ease up Andrew. We are only going 3 mile and hour. It is a scooter for crying out loud." Dawn said.

"Well the hills are steep." Andrew said.

Dawn smiles and rolled her eyes. They stopped at a store with sexy lingerie. Faith picked up some thread for Andrew that she though was worthy. Expensive threads. She figured she save the world the council owed her.

Dawn picked out some sexy lingerie. She went in the room and got dressed. Dawn came out in a dominatrix outfit.

"You have been bad." Dawn said.

She took a riding crop and hit her palm of her head. 

"Ooo scary." Faith laughed.

They sent Andrew in to get dress. Andrew removed his clothes. There was a knock on the door as he just removes his socks. Faith walked in. She was now in a sexy French maid outfit.

"What you doing in here." Andrew said.

"Come on you never tried anything dangerous like this. Why you think I came to this place. Just for the clothes? The walls are very thick in here. I and Dawn had some fun last week. Want you to join."

"But.."

Faith kissed him. The kiss was very sexy and wet. That seemed to silence him.

"If you want to be our lover you got to be with the program. Don't you want me?"

"Yes but.."

"Good boy."

She put his back against him. 

"Fuck me doggy style." She said.

He took his cock and places it deep in her pussy. She helped guide him. It was good that she was wet. It slipped it. 

"Thrust it upward like that. Mmmmm don't be afraid to go hard. Harder…we not are writing a love poem here. Yea like that. You beast you…mmmm up. Higher mmmm. Yea fuck my clit. Fuck. Yea fuck. Damm that hard cock feel good in my cunt." Faith said

He slammed her hard as she slammed on his cock. Her pussy squeezes him massaging his cock with her pussy. They match each other motion as his cock head pounded against her walls. She started to drip as his use every one of his muscles to thrust in. He could hear his balls slapping his ass.

"Yea fuck shit. Don't cum let. Mmmmmm"

"Ohh Faith. Oh Faith."

"Shit cumming fuckkkk." Faith moaned.

Andrew was about to cum.

"Don't cum let. Don't you dare cum. Want to cum again?" She said

He didn't know if he had reserves. He managed to get some power left and pound her. It took all his will not to cum.

"Don't you fucking cum. I am almost there." She said

He body moved like a dance. She rubbed against him. He was nervous someone might walk in.

"Shit. Cumming." She said

She had a multiple orgasm. She squeezes his balls.

"Save that jizz. Cum only when I tell you." Faith said.

She pulled out. He thought he was going to leave her dry. She opens the door and motion Dawn over. Dawn enter the room. She smiles as she saw Andrew. Dawn lay against the wall and took Andrew cock. She pulled down her panties. Andrew started pounding. She hit his ass with the riding crop when she wanted him to go harder and pinch when he wants to go slower. Dawn eyes rolled in the back of her head.

"He really becoming a good lover." Faith said.

"Oh yes he is." Dawn said

Soon Dawn bit her lip and her body shook. He came.

"Shoot your load now. Pull it out and shoot." Faith said.

Andrew came harder then he ever came before. It felt like a multiple orgasm hit his body.

"Damm that a lot of jizz." Faith said.

Faith licked her stomach clean. The two girls kissed. Andrew lay exhausted.

"Think we broke our toy" Dawn said.

Both girls laughed.

"Get dress geek. You came. That mean you owe me another orgasm and Dawn three. We got a long night ahead." Faith said.



Buffy Adventures of Andrew Ch. 05



The small planed had docked somewhere in Rome. I been about 2 months sense Buffy had seen her sister. She wondered what she was up to. The sun hit her body. Buffy looked cute with a short skirt and tight pink shirt. She wore sandals and a big brim hat with sun glasses. She had beads on. She wonder what her sweet sister Dawn was doing right that instance.

At the same time something was happening with our hero.

"Oh shit lick my cunt...lick it mmmmmmmm" Dawn moaned

Faith had her on the couch. She was fucking her in the ass with a thick black strapon. The strapon's head vibrated and moved around deep into her ass. Faith hands squeezed on her breast and she kissed dawn's mouth and neck and explored her body. Their two bodies stuck together with sweat after some hot sex. The lost track on how long they been fucking. Their pussies were on top of each other. The juices mixed together. Andrew was their fuck toy. He cooked and fuck them as much as they want. He loved it but he wasn't sure if he was dildo with legs. Sometime he just felt like a tongue with legs. Andrew despite himself loved it. He licked their perfect pussies enjoying the mixture of taste. His tongue took time with each pussy. He went from one to another.

"Show her that trick I taught you." Faith said.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh shiiiit that feels good" Dawn moaned.

He voice stuttered like an old radiator. Andrew nibbled and bit on pussy lips. When he did this Faith started to pound and kiss her. Tears of pleasure ran down his face and he stuff Andrew head deeper. She came with an explosion. He stroked his cock.

"Naughty Naughty Andrew. Remember we made you cum 3 times" Dawn tease.

"Yea what was the deal? Ahh for every 1 time we make you cum you have to make us cum 3. Let see you owe Dawn 2 more and me 3 more" Faith said

The Phone rang. Faith pulled out with a plop. The strap on was dripping. Faith smiled down at Andrew

"Kiss the cheeks Andrew" 

He kissed each butt cheek. The girls giggled. Dawn straddled Andrew and started riding his rock hard rod. He thrust up fucking her as Dawn pussy squeezed him. She put her head back enjoying the ride. Andrew tried to hold in so he could bring her to orgasm. Staying soft wasn't hard with them. They knew how to keep him rock hard with either magic herbs or skill. He knew if he came how ever he debt to them would rise. His jaws almost broke one day when he was force to make them each cum 9 times.

Dawn wasn't as skilled as Faith but her pussy was a lot tighter. It seem to know how to milk him for all his worth. He grabbed her tight little ass and gave it a squeeze. Dawn put her back into it. She enjoyed being on top. This way she could guide it where she wanted. She kissed him deeply ride him tighter. She saw one of his muffins on the table and took a bite. 

"Mmmm almost as sweet as your cock." Dawn tease.

She nibbled on his ear

"Oh Hi B" Faith said in the phone.

"Oh crap. That Buffy." Andrew thought.

What is Buffy found out.

"Oh Dawn. He working out with Andrew. He giving her quite a sweat" Faith said.

Dawn laughed.

"Please don't tell" Andrew begged. "She will kill me"

"Let me talk to her" Dawn said.

Dawn took the phone and continued riding his cock. She talked to Buffy like it was a normal chat.

"Yea where having a good time. Yea Andrew been good. He a doll. Mmmmmmmm mummify. Real good." Dawn moaned

She came on his cock

"Still owe me" Dawn whispered in his ear

She gave him the phone.

"Talk to her." Dawn said.

Dawn pulled out and both girls put his pussy drench cock in each other's mouth. They took turn sucking him off. Faith sucked the head while Dawn worked on his ball and lower shaft.

"Oh Hi Buffy. Your coming over now...Ummm yea that ok."

They start sucking faster. Dawn had the whole thing in her mouth.

"eeeeep. No nothing wrong. I just have a cold" Andrew said.

Faith pulled the cock out of Dawn's mouth. It made a loud plop. Faith took his cock in sucking it faster and faster.

"Ohhhh. Nothing got cramps"

He came deep in Faith mouth. Faith kissed Buffy spitting it in."

"Well be seeing you. Got to go. Food burning" Andrew said.

"You owe us each another 3" Faith said.

"But your sister coming over"

The two girls looked at each other.

"Better work faster then Andy" Dawn said. 



Buffy & Hubby Go Out



On any given day, Buffy and her husband make love several times a day; this day is no different. They've always been very attracted to each other, and her high sexuality has always made it very exciting for both of them.

Buffy wakes her husband James at 7 am, by sliding back the covers. Seeing his morning erection, she decides she must have it. Her lips water as she smiles slyly to her discovery that his manhood is throbbing for her. She lies sideways in sort of a spooning 69 position, and softly licks the tip of his head. Her tongue unleashes a lashing on his swollen head, as her saliva slides down his shaft, his hardness grows. She continues to slide her tongue up and down his shaft, all the while he continues to sleep. His head drips pre-cum and she licks it up feverishly, and she takes his whole head in her mouth. He starts to stir, and realizes what his loving wife is doing for him this morning.

James desperately wants to taste her sweet pussy, and pulls her on top of his face. He grabs her ass, and spreads her wide, to discover her smooth shaven cunt is already moist. He licks her lips, and tongues her hole with such skill, she moans as she continues her task at hand. His tongue probes her engorged lips as she wriggles on his mouth. He grabs her ass, and starts tongue-fucking her deeper and deeper, until she is gasping for air between moans.

He groans, "Turn around, baby, I want you to fuck my face." 

She of course does so, and holds on to the headboard, as she rides his mouth. James continues to lick her clit as she starts to feel the orgasm build in her. 

She can't take anymore, and starts to moan louder and louder, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" 

Her juices slow from her sweet gash, and he licks up every drop of it. She rides out the wave of passion on his face, as he licks his lips, and takes her scent in.

Buffy moves off of her loving husband's face, and collapses on the bed. He gives her a moment to catch her breath, and moves in behind her. His hot breath on her back makes her nipples harder than before. He grabs her hips, and pulls her up on her knees. He mounts her with ease and expertise, as they've done this dance before. James is quite well endowed, and when he slides his cock in her, she can feel every hard inch. She gasps as his head goes into her, and he moves in further. He loves to tease her and just lets it sit there; she begs him for more, but he knows how much she enjoys this all the while. He takes his rod out a little farther, then further in, playing this game with her gash, just to make her want it more. 

He continues this teasing what seems to be forever, as he asks her, "Can I?" 

She knows exactly what he wants to do, and she says "Oh god, yes!"

He takes his dripping wet cock out of her, and teases her asshole with the tip of his head. He gets her hole nice and juicy, before attempting at sticking that rod in her. Buffy is on her knees trying to remain relaxed, as she waits for his entry. James slides his head inside slowly. 

"Oh my god, yes!" she moans, as he moves inside of her.

With slow small strides he edges deeper inside of her warm ass, all the while, she continues to moan louder and louder. James has now buried his large, thick cock inside her, and is fucking her ass hard now. His thrusting has picked up speed as he grabs her hips; he continues to plough her hole. Buffy is moaning, and they are both drenched in sweat from their passionate love making. 

He pumps her harder and harder, and whispers "I'm going to cum." 

His juices flow deep inside of her rectum; as the warmth coats her walls, she is spent and falls to the bed. 

He slides out of her, and collapses beside her, he lovingly kisses her, and whispers, "I love you," in her ear.

Hours, and days pass, and soon it is Friday night. Being a very loving, and sexual couple they like to go out and do different things. Tonight is James' choice on where they are going for the evening. He decides to return to their favorite strip club.

Buffy gets ready after dinner, by first taking a long hot shower and shaving her pussy smooth as she and James like it. She gets out of the shower, dries her sensual, sexy body off, dries her hair, and starts to prepare for the night ahead. She applies her eye make-up, which only enhances her dark, beautiful eyes. Her lips she paints dark red, to enhance her wicked smile. She puts on her new red lacey crotch-less one-piece and slides on a pair of black thigh high stockings. She picks out her favorite short black mini skirt, which barely covers her ass, and a tight red transparent shirt. Finally, she slipped on her favorite item, her thigh-high, fuck -me black boots. She looks stunning, and slightly slutty, but she enjoys playing with her looks and sexuality, and doesn't mind dressing up like that to get attention.

James greets her downstairs, and looks hot in a pair of black jeans, and button down shirt. She walks over to him kisses him, and asks,

"What do you think?" giving him a quick twirl. 

He replies, "Fucking incredible." 

She smiles, and they leave for the night.

They arrive at the club at about 11 pm; the music is loud, and the atmosphere is sexual. They walk in, and many men are taken back by her beauty. They find a cozy little corner, order drinks, and sit to enjoy the show. They've been to this club before, so many of the dancers know them. 

The girls come over to say, "Hi," and see if they are interested in a private dance.

Buffy and James just smile; they await the stripper of their choice,who will come, and see them. Tiffany is a blonde bombshell, much like Buffy, she is quite voluptuous, and has long, strong legs. She sits beside the couple, and chats with them a bit, until they decide they want to go to the back room with her.

Tiffany leads them to the private spot for her dance. 

She asks, "Who is it for?" 

Excitedly, James answers, "For her." 

She seats Buffy on the couch and James beside her. Tiffany starts her dance, and seductively leans in to kiss Buffy full on the mouth. Buffy is receptive to her approach and kisses back. James' cock is already starting to get hard from watching these two gorgeous women kiss. Their dancer sensually takes off her tight little dress, exposing her rock-hard nipples tipping her perfect, perky tits. She takes Buffy's hands and places them on her tits, and asks her to squeeze her nipples. Buffy's fingers squeeze and tease Tiffany's nipples, as she finds her own nipples being teased. Tiffany moves down Buffy's body, and begins to lick her nipples through her gauzy shirt and bra. She then lifts up the shirt, and releases Buffy's large breasts. Buffy is taken back, but enjoys what this other woman is doing. Tiffany then slides off her thong, and teases Buffy by sliding two fingers inside of herself to show her how wet she is.

James at this point is busting out of his pants, and moves his hand to Buffy's pussy, which is already wet. Buffy is slave to these hands and mouths on her body for the moment. Her body is enjoying the feast they are having on her. Tiffany moves down her body, and decides to see what James has been doing with his fingers. The dancer smiles, as she can smell Buffy's scent, on his fingers, and licks them. This night, Tiffany does nothing more then tease Buffy, by moving her head between her legs, and licks her a few times. Buffy is wriggling in ecstasy, and wants more from this scene. Tiffany moves up to kiss her again, their tongues touching, dancing in each others mouths. 

She pulls away, and says, "Next time, honey." She collects her money, and struts away.

Buffy is left confused, but excited from the goings on. She begs James to take her home, and fuck her like the slut that she is. 

He grins, and says, "Come on honey, lets go home." 



Buffy & James' Sexual Adventures



A night out with strippers is a turn-on, and exciting for anyone. But what happened to Buffy was beyond her wildest dreams, on an evening out with her husband. 

Buffy grew up in a happy home, two parents, and siblings, regular normal happy life. However, there was always this need inside of her to want more, something different, something wild, outrageous, and sensual. 

When she met James, it was an instant hot intense attraction. He was everything she ever wanted, and could have dreamed for. His stamina kept up with hers, and he often surprised her by trying new and different things. She was a lucky girl, to have such a loving, giving, caring, well-endowed stud of a husband. And she knew this, and wanted to please his every whim. 

Their love grew over the years, and so did her need and hunger for adventure, and thirst for excitement. Always wanting to try something new, but nothing to out of the ordinary, Buffy wanted to explore her sexuality, and all that it had to offer. That's why it intrigued her, that night with Tiffany the dancer from the club. Was this something, she wanted to further explore, she wasn't sure, but knew that she enjoyed what had happened. 

This night, like any other night, James came home from work, and was thrilled to see his gorgeous wife. The house was quiet, no kids running around, just silence. He casually walked thru his home, looking for traces of movement, and found nothing till he walked into his bedroom. 

Buffy was on the bed, watching a girl on girl porn, while masturbating. James was happily surprised at his discovery. And quietly sat beside Buffy on their bed. She kissed him sweetly on the mouth, and greeted him with a coy little smile. He loved what his wife was doing, so much so that he felt his need to unbuckle his pants, and join her in this escapade. 

There they sat beside each other, kissing occasionally, their tongues grasping for each other, as they worked their hands and fingers on themselves, like only they knew how. The girls on the movie, were going at it hot and heavy, and were licking each other's pussies in 69 position. This made Buffy very wet, and excited, and she began to rub her pussy quicker. James loved the sight of his wife making her self cum, and worked his rod with precision. Buffy reached under her pillow and grabbed one of the toys, James had bought her. A beautiful purple vibrator, with a clit vibrator attached. There she worked her toy with splendor, her body gyrated, and her back arched, as the vibration between her legs rocked her to ecstasy. James slid his hand up and down his thick 8-inch cock, and the precum dripped from his head. He was close to cumming to, as he looked into Buffy's eyes, he knew she wasn't far behind. 

They sat together, and watched these two hot women on the movie, as they continued to stroke themselves side by side on their bed. Buffy watched as James brought himself to orgasm, and came with gusto, as his head spouted his love juice. Buffy loved to watch James jerk himself off, it was always a turn on for her. Seconds after he came, Buffy knew she couldn't hold on any longer, and her legs began to shake, and her wet pussy lips started to shutter, she was cumming, and cumming hard. Her swollen lips soaked in her juices, she moaned, and whispered James' name. Her body writhed in pleasure, as she lay back in James' arms. 

They looked deep into each other's eyes, and whispered, "I love you" to each other. As they always did, when they made love to each other. 

Buffy and James lay in bed kissing, and after minutes of their tongues dancing in each others mouths, they were definitely feeling turned on again. 

Buffy turned to James, and whispered, "Take a shower with me."

They proceeded to the shower; still kissing as they walked there, James' erection grew, and was ready for anything. Buffy turned on the shower, nice and hot, the steam poured out of the bathroom, as their warm bodies moved inside the large shower stall.  

Buffy stood in the shower, the water cascading over her fabulous large breasts. James reached for the soap, and started bathing his sexy wife. The soapy suds formed bubbles over her pink nipples, and down her tight tummy. She tossed her hair back as she washed it in the hot steamy water. James moved in closer as she had her back to him. He reached for her curvaceous ass, and grabbed it, as he spread her cheeks in enthusiasm. He continued to wash her as the soap lathered up between her cheeks, as his fingers dug into her. James stood in the shower with a throbbing hard on, wanting desperately to take his wife. He started to finger her wet pussy ferociously; he slid first one then two fingers inside of her. Buffy leaned back on him, and her erect nipples stood out. She pressed her ass against him, as his thick cock stuck into her, he continued to finger her. Buffy turning to kiss him, he kissed her delicate lips and pinched her nipples, hard enough for her to gasp a silent moan. 

James was eager to fuck his wife, now, hard in this hot shower. He parted her legs, and easily slid his throbbing rod into her wet cum soaked pussy. Buffy grasped for anything to brace herself as she received this pumping. James was breathing hard in her ear, as he pumped his cock in and out of her, taking it deeper and deeper inside of her. The water poured over their hot wet bodies, as James grabbed her hips and pumped harder. Buffy's moans, escaping her mouth, as he ploughed her faster, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Taking her to the edge of pleasure, and making her cum, as her juices flowed down her thighs. She was getting the fucking of her life, from her enthusiastic loving husband. James shot his load inside of Buffy, coating every inch of her walls with his juice. 

They stood there exhausted but sated; he slowly pulled out of her, finished their shower together. They went off to bed for the night, knowing that tomorrow was another day, and the possibility of more intense lovemaking.



Buffy & The Corrupter Ch. 01



NOTE : This story takes place in an alternate Buffyverse, a few years in the future. Faith has remained with the Scooby gang, and has become Buffy’s secret girlfriend. Dawn is now at college and Willow and Tara are still together. Spike is still evil and some of Buffy's past adversaries are not as dead as she thought.

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The day was getting worse by the hour. Buffy and Faith looked around the carnage. The bar was drenched with the blood of its slaughtered patrons. Buffy could only stare in horror at the torn remains of so many people. Faith crouched beside one of the corpses, absently brushing her long, dark hair behind one of her ears. Almost in a whisper she said, "These vamps took their time here and had fun, Bee."

A wet, gurgling cough came from behind the bar. Buffy vaulted the counter and saw a man lying slumped on the floor. He was crimson with blood from head to toe. Quickly, she knelt beside him and lifted him to a sitting position. Immediately she saw that she could do nothing to save him; he had three long furrows torn in his throat. His eyes flicked open and he gave another choking cough. "B... Buff... Buffy?"

"Willy?" She was horrified to realise that she had not even recognised the man. "Who did this Willy?"

Another choking cough as blood gurgled up from his mouth. "Spike's men... dis... distraction," his body was shaken by a final cough, "while... he summons... Brakkhan..." His words tailed off as the last of his breath left his body.

Faith looked toward Buffy, "Who'd ya reckon Brakkhan is?"

Gently Buffy laid Willy's body down, "I don't know, but I bet I know who will."

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Giles looked up from the large, dusty book he had been studying for the last twenty minutes. He slipped his spectacles from around his face and began to clean them with his hanky. Gathered round the table in the magic shop were all the Scoobies, looking expectantly at the Watcher.

"It's very bad, I'm afraid," he said in his staid, English accent. "Apparently Brakkhan is one of the Elder demons. Very old; very powerful. He is known as The Corrupter because he can expel a breath that has such powerful hypnotic abilities that his victims will do his bidding, no matter what he demands. As is his sadistic nature, that is usually something he knows the victim will find particularly disgusting and vile."

"So if this ugly works his mojo by halitosis then I'll be sure to hold my breath when I chop him into pieces," Buffy smiled. Across the table, Xander shot her a big grin.

"No, I'm afraid it's not as simple as that, Buffy. You don't have to breathe in his breath; he just has to breathe upon you. It is said that no army can defeat him because, with his power, they will only become his slaves instead."

"I wonder if anybody bothered to mention this to Spike?" Xander quipped.

"The books I have don't give any clue as to how Brakkhan can be defeated." Giles tossed the book down onto the round table before him. "But there is mention of someone who may help us. Apparently, a long time ago, Brakkhan made a life long enemy of a demon called Ko-lan the seer, ever since which the two have sought to defeat each other."

"Hey, I know about him," Willow blurted from where she sat on her girlfriend Tara's lap. "He's also an Elder demon. But if what I remember is correct, he can't enter our plane of existence, so I guess he couldn't help us."

"P..P..Perhaps he c..could, Honey," Tara said. A small frown creased her brow, "His spirit could be summoned with an old druid ritual. Maybe he could just tell us what we need to know to defeat The Corrupter." Willow smiled at her and then lent forward to place a quick kiss upon her forehead before turning back to Giles and Buffy.

"Tara's right. Only a pagan druid ritual will be strong enough to summon him," then her confident look slipped partly and her cheeks flushed a little red, "but it would involve a highly sexual enactment to generate the mystical portal."

Xander’s grin threatened to split his face in two. "You mean like naked witches dancing in a circle?" he asked, a little too enthusiastically. Anya, his girlfriend, gave him a sharp dig in the ribs.

"Of course! The pagan rite of Albion. It's the only way. Why didn't I think of that?" Giles said, thumping his fist down on the table. Suddenly he froze and his smile faded. He looked over to the two witches, "Oh, dear."

"Ah-huh!" Willow nodded, glancing anxiously at Buffy.

"What?" the Slayer said. Nobody answered. Buffy looked quickly from Giles to Tara and then back to Willow. "WHAT?"

"The rite of Albion needs you to do some very important things, Buffy. Specifically, you must anoint a virgin with the fluid of life and then burn a cloth soaked in the juice of a maiden." Willow's cheeks were almost as red as her hair.

"This is a magic shop, surely we have those ingredients?" Buffy asked Anya.

"Oh for heaven’s sake, Buffy!” The thousand-year-old ex-demoness said, irritably. "The fluid of life is fresh semen, and the juice of a maiden is the vaginal juices of a virgin!"

Again, silence.

"Were can we find a virgin?" Buffy looked at her friends.

"Well, I'd love to help, Bee, but your about seven years too late," Faith winked. Giles gave the leather-clad Slayer a slightly annoyed look, as she made light of such a serious situation.

Looking around the table Buffy saw no one who fit the bill. Then she saw that Giles and Willow were looking guiltily over toward the Magic Shop's service counter. Perched upon the glass top, Dawn suddenly realised she was the centre of attention of a discussion she had not really been listening to.

"Huh?" She glanced nervously at everybody.

"NO WAY!" Buffy leapt to her feet. "Absolutely not! Nuh huh! Not gonna happen! End of story." She looked imploringly at the two Wiccans, "Tara can do it! You've never slept with a man have you? That makes you a virgin, technically at least!"

The young blonde woman's cheeks flushed pink and she dropped her eyes away from Buffy's pleading stare. "Sorry Buffy," Willow said, coming to her girlfriend's rescue. "Tara can't do it because she is needed to help enact the spell. She speaks the language more fluently than I do and one misspoken word could have very bad consequences."

"Buffy!" Giles barked, a little harshly. "If there was a single other way do you think that I would entertain the idea of this ritual for even a second?"

Buffy looked forlornly from Dawn to the two witches. "She won't be in any danger, will she?" Willow shook her head, refusing to meet Buffy’s eyes.

"Who won't?" Dawn asked.

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Half an hour later, the Scoobies gathered in the training room at the back of the Magic Box. Tara had used chalk to draw a large pentagram onto the floor and Willow had lit incense candles and instructed Giles and Xander on their part in the ritual. Then Giles, Xander, Willow and Tara had silently taken off their clothes. Giles knelt on one point of the pentagram and Xander took the opposite one.

Buffy, Faith and Anya stood against one wall, out of the way. Buffy had her arms crossed tightly over her chest and a look of thunder on her face. Dawn stood nervously in the centre of the pentagram, dressed in a flowing white robe. Tara took up position on a vacant point of the pentagram and Willow stood next to a brazier on the fourth point. Tara lifted a little silver bell and struck it once, and then she began to quietly murmur words in the arcane tongue. On cue, the two men began to stroke their cocks. Buffy looked around at Faith in an exasperated glance, but the raven haired Slayer just smirked and whispered, "Giles has a big cock, don't ya think?"

"Xander's penis is very fine also," Anya added, loyally.

From the centre of the diagram, Dawn looked anxiously from one man's penis to the other. She had never seen a real one before, only ones in the movies some of the boys at college owned. She looked in fascination as Giles rubbed his hand back and forth along the shaft of his cock, which was now standing stiff and hard in front of him. She could clearly see that the tiny hole on the head of his cock was leaking a clear fluid that was gradually being spread down the length of his shaft. She nervously licked her lips as she felt a familiar tingling sensation in her pussy. Looking at her friend and the watcher both wanking a couple of feet from her was definitely getting her turned on! Faster and faster, the guys were rubbing their pricks and their breath began to get slightly ragged.

Tara chimed the little bell again and stopped her chanting. Immediately, as instructed before the ceremony, Giles and Xander stopped masturbating and just knelt there with their hard pricks wavering before them. Willow moved to Xander's side and Tara went to Giles. Both witches reached out and slipped their hands around the sticky cocks. Xander was grinning from ear to ear until Willow gave him her 'resolve face'.

"Descendant of Adam, false ancestor, spill me your seed," Will chanted, as she began to slide her hand back and forth along Xander's throbbing meat. He tilted his head back slightly and half closed his eyes. A moan of pleasure escaped his lips.

"Oooo, Xander’s about to cum," Anya explained helpfully to Buffy. "That's his orgasm face. I know; he makes that a lot when we have sex.” Buffy flashed the girl a look of disbelief.

Willow kept up her rapid rhythm with her left hand and with her right, she raised a little bowl made of leather to the tip of Xander's glans. Suddenly, he bucked his hips and his cock jerked fiercely in her grasp. Spurt after spurt splashed out into the waiting bowl. Dawn felt a little shudder of excitement run through her as she gazed at the wonderful sight of a spitting cock. She could feel that delicious tingling that signalled her pussy getting wet.

Willow turned to Tara and lifted the bowl, "One gift of life to cover the right."

Tara turned back to Giles and started stroking his large cock with her small hand. It felt so much better when she did it than when he did it himself. Absently, the scholar wondered where the shy lesbian had learned to rub a cock so skilfully. After several moments of this blissful stroking though, the older man still seemed no nearer to cumming. Quite matter of factly, Tara whispered, “You can touch me if it will help."

Giles was shocked for a moment and then realised that he did need some extra stimulation. Tentatively, he put out his hand and cupped her small breast. He could feel her stiff nipple in the palm of his hand. With a delicious thrill, he slid his hand down across her smooth skin, sliding it lower until it encountered the silky soft nest of her pubic hair. Tara stiffened slightly, and for a brief second, her stroking faltered. Giles thought he had gone too far, but she started back up her rhythm. 

"It's okay. Do what ever you must to reach your peak, it's important for the ritual to be completed within a certain time. You may do whatever is necessary and I will understand."

With that said he closed his eyes and slipped his fingers through her soft, downy hair and onto the slippery folds of her quim. God that felt good! Here he was, a man old enough to be the father of everyone in the room, (Anya excluded) and in front of them all, he was stroking the cunt of a beautiful young lesbian. The thought thrilled him and he could feel himself getting closer to his climax. Wanting more, he hooked his middle finger and pushed it up into the young woman. She felt soft and velvety inside and he found himself unable to resist pumping his finger in and out of her.

"Ohhh, that's nice," he moaned, enjoying it.

Willow glanced at the candles around the pentagram. They were burning low fast. "Hurry, Baby," she whispered across to Tara. Tara nodded and increased her wanking of Giles' cock. Her hand was almost a blur as she stroked the Watcher. "Hurry Mr Giles; cum for me. Shoot your spunk for me," she whispered, hoping the dirty language would push him to orgasm. Giles could feel his body racing toward orgasm, but there was one last thing he wanted to do to achieve it. With a sudden, deft movement, he slipped his juice coated finger from her cunt and slid it deeper between her thighs before spearing it upwards. Tara gasped out in shock as his finger plunged deep into her arsehole and he impaled her on his digit.

"Arrrrgghhh!" he called in ecstasy as his cum finally spat from the end of his cock, pumping in thick, creamy waves into the little leather bowl that Tara held before him. As the pleasure subsided, he opened his eyes and looked at the shy witch. She looked back at him. 

"Oh... yes... sorry," he mumbled, as he realised what she was waiting for. Gently he took his finger out of her arse and looked down guiltily. 

"One gift of life to cover the left," Tara said, a little unsteadily.

Both witches now took their little bowls and moved to stand beside Dawn. Buffy's sister slid the robe from her body and stood naked before the Scoobies. Xander could not believe what he saw. Dawn had grown into a staggeringly beautiful young woman, with the body of an angel. Her arse was small and firm, to match her breasts, and her stomach was flat and smooth. Her skin had a golden tan that hid no blemishes. Both Xander and Giles found their eyes drawn like a magnet to her pussy. This was smooth and bare; her lips were flushed and open slightly, displaying her obvious arousal.

At her right side, Willow dipped her fingers into Xander's cum. She slowly spread it across the nipple of Dawn's right breast, which was stiff, hard, and swollen. "A gift of life to the pure," Willow intoned, as she spread the white cream all around Dawn's perky tit. Then Tara dipped her fingers into the little bowl that held Giles' sperm. She gently rubbed the sticky cum onto the heaving nipple of Dawn's left breast and, with her cupped palm, she smeared Giles' spunk all over the entire breast. 

"A gift of life to the pure." With that, Tara returned to her place on the pentagram and restarted her arcane chanting.

Willow placed her little leather bowl on the floor and picked up a small white cotton cloth that lay there. "Ready Dawnie?" she asked, considerately. Dawn looked from Willow's eyes, down to the cloth in her hand and nodded.

"Gaia, Mother Nature, bless this cloth," Willow began as she lifted it and rubbed it down the length of Dawn's moist slit. The girl shivered with pleasure. Willow had the cloth wrapped around two of her fingers and Dawn could feel the firm pressure of them parting the puffy lips of her honey pot, as they slid along her wet track.

"Imbue it with all the purity of the maiden," she chanted as she slid it back up Dawn's dripping slit. Anticipation gripped the young woman as she felt the confident, practised touch of the lesbian witch. Another shiver ran through Dawn as the last thought led to one of how Willow must trace the same path along Tara's pussy as they made love.

"Ohhh!" Dawn gasped in pleasure as Willow reached her tiny bud. The soft cloth sent shivers of pleasure through the excited girl as it brushed across her clit. Willow's two stiffened fingers swept the soft fabric along the side of her clitoris and then with and expert twist, slipped them around the hood of her love bud and down the other side of it. Dawn thought she had died and gone to heaven. The red head was giving her a taste of just how pleasant it could be for another woman to touch her there.

"With the juice from the centre," Willow continued, as she stroked the cloth back down the puffy quim and then pushed it up inside her tight cunny. Dawn's cunt flesh welcomed the two fingers encased in white cotton. She felt them sink inside her hot, sucking passage, until they touched her hymen, which Willow stoked with the tip of the cloth. Dawn had never felt anything so erotic. With the skill that perhaps only a woman could muster, Willow slid her fingers back and forth at just the right speed, and just firmly enough, to have Buffy's sister spending her cunt fluid in copious amounts.

"Goddess, blessed be," Willow finished and then swirled the cloth in a circular motion inside Dawn. Curving the tips of her fingers slightly, she seemed to reach every part of the soft walls of the virgin passage. Waves of ecstasy pulsed through the nineteen year old as she had her first proper orgasm. Her legs turned to jelly and colours danced across her vision. She looked lovingly up into the Wiccan's eyes and Willow gave her a slight smile in recognition of the girl's feelings. The rich aroma of cunt juice filled the pentagram. Tara looked across to her girlfriend and saw her moisten her lips with the tip of her tongue and then give a slight swallow. She smiled to herself, knowing just how turned on Willow probably was to be able to touch Buffy’s little sister so intimately, in front of everyone.

Willow withdrew the now soaking cloth and walked over to the burning brazier. Behind her, Dawn swayed unsteadily as she recovered from the power of her orgasm. Her slim legs were shining with juices that had run down her inner thighs. Xander could only stare in lust at the glistening, sopping cunthole. He ached with forbidden desire to fuck her.

"Ko-lan the seer, Lord of the fire planes of Daykath, we summon you! Appear! Appear and grant us counsel!" Willow cried, flinging the cloth upon the brazier.

As the red-haired witch tossed it into the flame, Buffy thought it would put out the fire because the cloth was so wet. Instead, the flames changed to a mystical blue and suddenly, shimmering in the air above the fifth pentagram point, was the hideous face of Ko-lan the seer.

"Now, he better give me some pretty good answers," Buffy thought as she moved toward the portal.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "BUFFY and THE CORRUPTER 02" in which Buffy has a price to pay.



Buffy & The Corrupter Ch. 02



NOTE; This story takes place in an alternate Buffyverse, a few years in the future. Faith has remained with the good guys, and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Spike is still evil and Dawn is now at college. Tara and Willow are still together and some of Buffy's past adversaries are not as dead as she thought.

This chapter is dedicated to iyg, for kind words.

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Buffy moved across the room to stand before the demon.

The air was heavy with the acrid scent of hell. Clouds of sickly green gas spurted upwards from a tiny glow in the air about six inches off the floor. Suspended in the turbulent cloud was a demon's face that must have been at least six feet high. It's face was mostly human-like in appearance, but had two pointed ears that rose high above the top of it's head and a chin that came to a point that looked sharp enough to impale something. Pustules and boils covered it's jade skin.

"WHAT MORTAL DARES THE WRATH OF KO-LAN THE SEER!"

Dawn was quaking slightly as the peircing eyes of the demon roved over her nubile form. Buffy stepped infront of her to hide her nakedness from the pit fiend.

"Okay, Seer. We're sufficiently impressed by your 'might'. Now knock it off with the volume will you!"

Eyes that had seen a thousand centuries come and go turned towards the beautiful blonde who now stood before the portal.

"IMPUDENT INSECT! REVERE THE ALL KNOWING MAJESTY OF KO-LAN THE SEER!"

Buffy cast a questioning glance across to Giles, her Watcher. "If he's so all knowing he should know we're not deaf, right?" The british man made a ' don't tease the elder demon ' pleading gesture with his eyes. Buffy raised her eyebrows slightly in a ' who me? ' reposte. Looking back towards the mystic portal she became suddenly serious again with the thought of what her friends had just had to do to get the beast here. Okay, time to play along. For now.

"Mighty Seer," she said, managing to keep the sarcasm from her voice, "We have brought you here because we seek the wisdom of your counsel." Buffy hoped that the words Willow had coached her on would have the desired affect. "Grant us the knowledge to cast your enemy down and free our land from his coming tyranny."

"THE PAIN AND SUFFERING OF SUCH FLEETING LIVES AS YOURS DOES NOT CONCERN ME." The avatar's breath was foul and reeked of decay. "IT IS YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE TO STRUGGLE AND DIE, SLAYER."

"Tried that already." She said, folding her arms across her chest. " And it does matter that people will suffer. I'm not going to let that happen, with or without your help." Buffy looked over her shoulder at her sister, knowing that she would do anything to protect Dawn.

"Hey, Green Goblin! You do know that we're trying to kill your good buddy Brakkhan don't y...." Xander said, rising from his knee's and stepping towards the demon. "Xander! No! Stay still!" Willow cried, telepathically. The demon reacted quicker than the witch. His eyes swivelled their baleful glare upon the young man and he was flung through the air as if he had been struck by a wrecking ball. With a loud smack Xander struck the far wall and dropped to the floor. Instantly Buffy, Faith and Anya began to move towards his prone figure, to see if he was still alive. "No, don't move!" Willow pleaded in their heads. "It will not tolerate the actions of anyone but the ones it is choosing to speak too. To move or speak out of turn will only anger it."

Buffy squinted long and hard at Xander, until she could make out the slow rise and fall of his breathing. Her lips narrowed into a thin line as she turned back to the demon. She stared it directly in the eye for several seconds before she spoke. Luckily for Ko-lan, her looks couldn't kill.

"Oh kaaay. Now we know who is in charge here, are you going to tell us what we want to know?"

"ASK YOUR QUESTION THEN AND YOU SHALL HEAR THE WISDOM OF THE SEER, BUG." Clouds of the green vapour seethed around the horrific face. Buffy took a deep breath to control her anger.

"How do..."

"ONCE YOU HAVE ENTERTAINED ME SOME MORE, OF COURSE." The creature's face held a sickly grin.

"I'm not about to entertain you, and if you think that it is fun to hurt my friends then you better think again!" Buffy snapped. "I will not stand here and continue with this stupid charade just so that you can get your jollies!" She turned to Giles. "We'll find another way to stop The Corrupter, I've had it with this guy." Giles glanced across to Willow and then, knowing he should not speak, shook his head.

"Oh come of it!" Buffy gasped, exasperated. "The Corrupter's supposed to be this things enemy and we want to stop him gaining power. He should want to help us! But this thing is more interested in making us jump through hoops. It probably doesn't even know how we could stop Brakkhan anyway! We should just find Spike and dust him."

"BRAKKHAN MUST BE SUMMONED BY A COMPLEX RITUAL THAT TAKES TWO DAYS TO COMPLETE." The floating head declared. "ANY DISRUPTION TO THAT RITUAL WILL NOT DESTROY HIM, BUT ONLY FREE HIM SOONER FROM THE SERVITUDE OF THE SUMMONER!"

Buffy stared at the floor for a moment before looking first to Dawn and then to Ko-lan. "Finally we're getting somewhere! So if we disrupt the ritual, Spike will no longer be able to control The Corrupter. That's good, right?"

"No, Buffy." Willow's voice sounded in her head. "Spike may have his own agenda in mind, but if The Corrupter is free to act as he wishes, he will destroy everything! Men will fall under his spell and his vile wishes will be made real. People will suffer all types of torment and pain. Nobody would be able to resist, not even you."

Willow's eyes held Buffy's for a moment, conveying her fear. Bitter resignation formed within the slayer. "Alright, we'll do it your way." she said to the demon. "What is it you want me to do to ' entertain ' you?"

"THE HUMILIATION OF ONE SO PROUD AS YOU WILL SUFFICE. I WILL WATCH YOU RUT LIKE THE COMMON BEAST OF THE FIELD FOR MY PLEASURE."

"Rut like the....? Now hold on there a minute! I'm not going to.... not infront of....."

"THEN YOU SHALL NEVER LEARN WHAT YOU NEED TO LEARN. BRAKKHAN WILL TAINT YOUR LAND AND DEFILE THOSE YOU LOVE!"

Again Buffy turned to look at Dawn. The young woman looked back at her with defiant eyes, silently letting Buffy know that she would be okay and not to do what the demon wanted. Love for her sister brought a lump to Buffy's throat. No one else could look after Dawn if she failed. With a sigh she realised that she didn't really have a choice.

"Who with?" she whispered quietly looking anywhere but at her friends.

Ko-lan's gaze swept the room. He looked at the red haired witch. She was a brave one, staring back at him unflinching. He looked across at her wiccan lover, but the little blonde mouse kept her gaze averted. Next he focused on Anyanka, but she hadn't taken her eyes away from her precious Xander since he got hurt. No not her. With a sharp toothed smile he looked at the Watcher. Yes. It would pain the slayer more to lay with her mentor.

"THE WATCHER MUST SERVICE HIS CHARGE." The elder demon hissed. Both Watcher and Slayer looked at each other horrified. They were so much more to each other than just those roles though. To Buffy Giles was a friend, a confidant, a mentor and even a surrogate father. The englishman looked in stunned disbelief at the ancient fiend.

"FUCK THE BITCH!" it commanded, laughing with glee.

Numbly Giles got to his feet and approached his slayer. Buffy slowly traced her eyes up his naked body, taking in the surprisingly well defined form of the man who had trained her for all these years. Her gaze caught at his groin, remaining on his flaccid penis and remembering it's size from the ritual. She couldn't do this.

"Please, let me do something else!" she implored the seer. "Or just even someone else! Anyone!" She cast about looking for someone who could replace Giles. Xander? He still lay unconsious where he had been cast. Then she knew who. "Faith! I'll make love to Faith for you! How about that eh? You get to see girl on girl action and two slayers both at the same time!"

The scoobies all looked from Buffy to Faith. Faith grinned. "Well, if I have too, then I suppose I can help you out, Bee." She began to slide off her black leather jacket.

"NO! THE WATCHER MUST BE THE ONE TO RUT WITH THE SLAYER!"

Knowing that Ko-lan would not give way, Buffy calmed herself. She had had to do some awful things in the past in order to save the world, killing Angel only one of them, so she would just have to get this over with and then God help Spike when she caught up with him. New determination filled her. Taking a deep breath she turned to her worried Watcher and gave him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Giles. I'll take it easy on you." she said, hoping the joke would ease the tension a little bit. He smiled back at her.

Shyly, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room upon her, Buffy unbuttoned her white blouse. Silken flesh began to appear as the blouse parted over the swell of her breasts. A black lace bra came into sight and Giles felt his first twinge of arousal, realising that Buffy was not wearing plain, functional underwear, but lingerie. Why would she do that he wondered. She had no boyfriend at the moment, so whose benefit was the sexy underwear for? Perhaps she just liked the feel of it next to her skin, but it seemed completely out of charachter with the woman he knew.

A the edge of the room, Faith gave a nod of satisfaction as she saw that Buffy was wearing the lingerie that she had bought for her. "I can't wear these!" Buffy had complained, sat up in the motel room bed, holding up the lacy bra and panties. "They are sooo slutty!". "That's the point, Bee." Faith had murmured, brushing the golden hair from the back of her neck and lowering her lips to nuzzle there as her hand slid down Buffy's belly.

Dropping her blouse to the floor, Buffy shook her hair back and stood there for Giles to see. Her tanned skin was smooth and her belly flat. Firm breasts were wrapped in the sexy lace bra, which hid very little of her tits and barely covered her nipples. The older man looked at her in admiration. So often he only saw the Slayer and forgot that there was a beautiful, sexy young woman there too. Then with slow deliberate movements, she popped the buttons on her trousers, one after the other, until she could slide the leather pants down her hips. Only far enough to uncover her panties though. She had realised that Giles may need some extra stimulation to get his cock hard, because it wasn't so long since Tara had milked a gallon of spunk from him and men of his age wouldn't recover quite as quickly as Xander could have.

With a playful grin she lifted her left leg and held it out to him. He tore his eyes away from the flimsy material covering her pussy and, smiling, took hold of her boot and drew it off. The other one followed it. With her feet now free, Buffy turned her back to Giles. Porn movie girls always knew how to tease a man into erection and with Faith's guidance, Buffy had seen enough to emulate them. Looking over her shoulder at Giles, she hooked her thumbs into her trousers and then, bending forward at the same time, slowly slid them down her legs. This made the Watcher focus on her silk covered buttocks, firm and undulating beneath the black lace.

A little kick and her trousers slid across the floor away from her. Only the nibbling of her lip betrayed Buffy's nervousness. Giles felt his breath momentarily catch as she turned back to him and raised her hands to the front of the bra and unhooked the clasp there. Her tits gave a small bounce as they were freed from confines of the small garment. It fluttered to her feet as she again paused under his gaze.

Nipples that were a light brown colour hardened infront of him. Strangely, Buffy was finding that having all her friends watching her seduce him was turning her on rapidly. She could feel the delicious tingle in her groin as her juices were beginning to flow and moisten her cunt. Her breathing was definetly shortening as her arousal mounted and her nipples ached to be sucked.

Not just her, judging by Giles's cock. It was thickening and lengthening quickly, raising itself before her. Boy was he big! All those years fighting side by side and she never even guessed just what a mighty weapon he was really carrying! Suddenly he stepped upclose to her and pressed his hand over her breast. She could feel the heat of his hand on her flesh and it excited her. In turn, he could feel the softness of her tit and the hardness of her nipple as it dug into the center of his palm. Without taking his eyes away from hers, he twisted his hand slowly, causing her chills of delight at the friction on her tender flesh. Like oil, his hand flowed smoothly down the side of her breast, across her heaving ribs and down to her hips. There it cupped her side and then began to edge around until her left buttock filled his grasp.

He still gazed down into her eyes, feeling her breath, hot and sweet against his lips as he squeezed gently and pulled her to him.

The motion made her lift her hands to steady herself against his chest and she felt his muscles ripple at her touch. All those many hours spent combat training her had not only toned her body, but his as well. She slid her fingers across his chest and lightly took his nipple between her thumb and forefinger, tweaking it.

"Oh!" she gasped as his free hand swiftly ran up her back to bury itself in her hair, grasping her neck and pushing her mouth to his. For a moment his lips were soft and tender against hers, but he groaned and began to devour her with a passion that surprised them both. Responding, swept up in the wave of mutual lust, she thrust her tongue into his mouth and tasted him. Like two fighting snakes their tongues swirled together. She could only moan into his mouth as she felt his hand slip off her buttock and then plunge back, shoving inside her panties and delving into the crease of her arse. Questing fingers slipped further round, brushing over her arsehole and onwards to the wet folds of her cunt. Her whole body seemed to soften against him as his finger slid into her slick hole.

For several moments, they stayed like that, their mouths wrestling and his single finger buried in her hot, silky depths.

With a loving tenderness, Giles then began to finger fuck her. Backwards and forewards his hand slid beneath her bottom, the lace of her panties pulling tighly on his wrist. Her inner flesh was wonderful to the touch, hot and wet and slippery. "Mmmm" she gasped against his lips, signalling the pleasure his caresess were giving her, although he didn't need vocal clues, the increasing moisture coating his hand was indication enough.

Oblivious to those around them now, they lost themselves in the embrace. The only sounds in the room were the hissing of the green fog, the constant little moans of delight from Buffy and a quiet slurping, sucking noise as his fingers fucked into her.

Slowly Giles bent her backwards. Her golden hair swung away from her back to hang down towards the floor as she was held nearly horizontal by him. She gave a slight involuntary murmur of protest as his finger withdrew from her sex and his hand clasped her side to lay her down. Goosepimples shivered into being where his wet fingers touched her hot flesh. Then he was laying beside her, his chest raised slightly over hers and his leg touching against the side of her own.

Still they kissed. Passions that neither of them had been aware of were consuming the pair. With a lovers touch Buffy ran her hand up the back of his head, rufflling his hair in circles, holding his mouth against hers. Unconsiously she drew the toes of one foot up along the calf of her other leg, her hips already making tiny thrusts up and down. "Mm Mmmm" she groaned as his hand slid into the gussett of her panties. His fingers felt her pubic hair and it was as soft as satin. With tiny swirls of his hand he stroked her there for a moment, scooping the hair between his fingers and twirling it. "Lower," she whispered into his mouth and then slid her sweet tongue back for him to suck. Obediently he moved his hand to cup her juicy pussy, his fingers playing along the sides of her clit and then paddling into her molten heart.

"Ohhh Giles!" she gasped, her head rolling back and her eyes closing. Leaving a wet trail, Giles traced his tongue along the line of her jaw to her ear, where he then proceeded to suckle her earlobe. She shivered slightly, at once tightening her legs around his thrusting fingers and her hold in his hair. Lovingly his lips traced the line of her throat, pausing for a moment to suck hard and then continuing on a path down towards her breasts.

Wet squishing noises came from his fingers work. Her breathing was getting very ragged and she was throbbing all over, her orgasm so close. How could an ex librarian know how to awaken a woman's body so easily and with such skill? Teeth nipped, ever so gently, as his mouth found her nipple. Buffy convulsed, fireworks sparking in her pussy as it clutched greedily at his fingers. Even with her eyelids closed colours danced before her and she felt like she was left floating in a sea of stars.

As she slowly descended back into her body she became aware that he hadn't stopped his attentions. He now had two fingers plowing into her and his mouth was hungry at her breast. Round and around her nipple his tongue raced, flicking and sliding across it in equal measures. Her hand slipped between them and her fingers encircled his cock. It was wet and throbbing with a scalding passion. Making a loop between her fingers and thumb she began to slide her hand up and down his rigid shaft. His pre-cum lathered in her hand and he could not help thrusting himself against her grasp.

Between her legs, his fingers were now thrusting so far and deep that his hand was really being restricted by her panties. With a gasp of frustration he pulled his stiff fingers out of her depths and tore the lace from her body.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, thrilled by his animal desire for her.

Gentleness was no longer possible in his highly aroused state and he thrust his fingers back between the sodden, puffy lips of her quim and heard her gasp. His roughness was having it's effect on her, she felt totally at his mercy, a willing cunt for him to use at his will, and she desperately wanted him to use her. Just the thought of the big, wavering prick that was in her hand, ramming into her quivering pussy tipped her passed the brink again and she trembled like a leaf as her orgasm took her. What was this man doing to her? She had never had two orgasms during sex before, let alone one so quickly after the other.

Now he moved. Taking his weight on his elbows he shifted his position until he was poised above her. Lightning bursts of pleasure cascaded along her pussy lips as she felt his big, meaty cockhead nudge against her tender cunny and locate her inner passageway. Giles held himself above her and looked into the sparkling eyes of the young woman he cared for in so many different and complex ways.

Her heart was racing and her breathing was doing the same. Sweat glistened all over her body in the small firelight of Willow's brazier. For and eternity he hung there above her, searching her eyes, looking into her very soul. He saw nothing but love and welcoming desire for him. With a long hard thrust he sank into her. The thickness of his rod stretched her and she thought he would never stop sliding inwards. Deeper than anyone before him he plowed her. Her legs bent around him and her dainty feet hooked onto the backs of his knees.

"YES! Oh GOD Giles, YESSSSS!" she cried, lost in the sensations. "FUCK ME!"

When his cock had sunk it's length into her he held himself very still. She was trembling beneath him, lost in her own world of lust. Again his eyes searched hers. Together the two had faced unspeakable horrors and tragedies, braving death and madness to protect others and now, finally they were sharing something wonderful, a pleasure that was more than just sexual, it was love.




Buffy & The Corrupter Ch. 02



Spasms in her cuntflesh dragged him back to the here and now and he lifted back, drawing his long shaft out of her until only the very tip remained, and then with a burning lust he slammed it right back in her to the hilt.

"Oohhhhhh!" she moaned, her voice quavering and breaking.

Back he pulled and again his meat slammed into her. Again and agiain he pumped her lithe body. Nothing existed except the shunting rhythm and the grip of eager flesh. In and out of her he thrust. Each stroke of his prick bringing more delights for each of them.

Giles gasped himself as he felt her fingernails rake down the length of his back, descending until her hands clutched his buttocks, urging him into her. Her cunt was like a sucking vice, straining to pull the cum up from his balls. They were tight and heavy as he fucked her, slapping loudly against her arsehole each time he plunged into her.

"Oh Oh O OHHHHHHHHH!" Buffy squealed, her body lashing her with waves of pleasure as another orgasm burst over her.

Ripples swarmed up and down inside her cunt, grasping Giles's cock and milking it. He thrust a couple of more times, but the intense pleasure of her pulsating pussy was too much for him and, throwing his head back with a cry of ecstasy he buried his prick as deep as he could in her young cunt. His cum burst from him in a splashing torrent, pumping in syrupy waves into her womb. Hot splash after hot splash emptied into her, coating her pussy walls and filling her with his spunk.

Too weak and helpless to do anything else, he collapsed ontop of her trembling form. They lay there gasping for breath, her legs locked around him and her thighs still quivering in the aftershock of her orgasm. Her head lay to one side and her eyes were tightly shut. She could feel his stubbly cheek against her throat and through the sensetive flesh of her breast she could feel the jackhammer of his heart. Happiness filled her. She had never known a contentment like it.

Slowly, blearily, she opened her eyes and tried to focus on a large pink blob infront of her. Gradually it took shape and form and she realised that she was staring into the face of her sister, who was knelt still in the center of the pentagram, mere feet away. Dawn's face was flushed and her mouth was slightly open.

Buffy craned her neck about and saw that all of the girls were watching her as she lay beneath Giles's heaving body. With a gentle shoulder slapping she attracted his attention enough for him to remember where they were and roll off of her. He felt a quick thrill as the softening length of his cock slid back out of her tender pussy, dribbling a string of cum behind it.

Blushing more fiercely than she thought it was possible to do without your face actually catching fire, Buffy gingerly stood up and turned to look at the leering face of Ko-lan.

"Right, you've fucking well had your fun, now tell us how to stop Brakkhan The Corrupter!" she spat.

"AGREED, YOU WANTON HARLOT. THE INFORMATION YOU SEEK IS THIS. BRAKKHAN CANNOT BE HARMED DURING THE MAIN PHASE OF THE RITUAL. ONCE A BLACK MASS OF DEGREDATION IS COMPLETED HE WILL BECOME CORPOREAL, BUT ONLY UNTIL THE END OF THE RITUAL. YOU MUST SEVER HIS HEAD BEFORE THE SUMMONER IS FINISHED."

"Fine, now crawl back to which ever corner of Hell you came from and I hope you rot there!" Buffy turned her back on the green clouds of gas that held the demon and, avoiding everone's eyes began to gather her clothes and dress.

"ONE MORE THING SLAYER. EVEN THOUGH BRAKKHAN WILL BECOME CORPOREAL, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO DEFEAT HIM BECAUSE OF HIS BREATH. YOU MUST FIRST DESTROY BRAKKHANS IMAGE USED BY THE SUMMONER TO CALL HIM. THAT WILL WEAKEN HIS HOLD ON THIS PLANE ENOUGH FOR YOU TO RESIST HIS BREATH. IF YOU ARE STRONG MINDED ENOUGH, OF COURSE!" Gargling laughter rang out from the fiend as the smoke stopped billowing and slowly dissapated, taking the image of the seer with it.

Immediately that the beast was gone, Anya sprung to Xanders side. Craddling his head on her lap she let out a sigh of relief as he groaned and smiled weakly up at his girlfriend. "Did anybody get that truck's license plate?" he asked. Tears spilled from her eyes as she lent down and kissed his forehead.

Nobody said anything as they all shuffled about, retrieving clothes and dressing.

Finally Buffy looked at her friends. "Tara, Willow. I want you two to try a scrying spell to see if you can locate Spike. Anya, help Xander to go to the e.r. and get him check out, bangs on the head could be dangerous." 

She turned to Giles, who was looking extremely sheepish as he fumbled with his tweed jacket. For a moment her face was blank, giving no clue to her thoughts, then she gave him a little reassuring smile. "Please take Dawn home and keep her safe for me."


He nodded, knowing how much trust she was putting in him, asking him to look after the most important thing in the world to her. "I will, I promise."

With that Buffy turned on her heel and a mask of pure hate slipped across her face. "Faith. Your with me. We're gonna see if we can find Spike the old fashioned way."

"Five by Five, Bee."

Buffy laid her hand on the stake she always kept tucked into the back of her trousers. "And then I'm going to kill the bastard!"

TO BE CONTINUED in "BUFFY AND THE CORRUPTER 03" in which Buffy remembers the first time she and Faith got it on.

FROM THE AUTHOR

Many thanks to all the readers that sent me feedback on chapter one. Your kind words inspired chapter two. Do you want to read the next chapter? Please take a moment to send me your views on the story so far, and I will see what I can do.



Buffy & The Corrupter Ch. 03



NOTE; This story takes place in an alternate Buffyverse, a few years into the future. Faith has remained with the good guys, and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Spike is still evil and Dawn is now at college. Tara and Willow are still together and some of Buffy's past adversaries are not as dead as she thought.

Dedicated to Kew for encouragement. Thank you.

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Gravestones whipped by as Buffy sped across the ground. Pumping her arms in a fast, steady rhythm she ran at a speed that few could match. Her honey blonde hair whipped behind her as she gained on her targets. Ahead of her two vampires were racing to escape. With a skip and a bound Buffy leapt forwards, her foot using the top of a headstone as purchase and launched herself at the back of the closest vamp. She struck him hard, with her foot straight out in front of her like a spear and he went down. Using her momentum, she hit the ground and folded into a forward roll, side swiping the second vampire and taking his feet out from under him. Neither vampire was quick enough to regain his feet before she did. Not even breathing heavily, the young woman stroked a loose lock of hair away from her eyes and hooked it behind her left ear. 

"Now," she said in a friendly tone, watching the two undead slowly standing up. "Which of you guys is going to tell me where Spike is holed up?"

"I'm not gonna tell you where Spike is, Slayer. I'm just gonna bathe in your blood!". The vampire, who Buffy thought must have been a banker or something in life, because of his pinstripe suit, swung his claws at her. With what seemed like almost impossible ease, the young slayer blocked his swipe with her forearm and hit him hard with an uppercut that knocked him onto his back again. The other vampire, Buffy decided to call him Jay because he was wearing a red leather jacker with a yellow letter J on it's back, seemed smarter and waited to see what she would do next.

Knowing she had her two under control she took a second to glance over towards the other fight. About a hundred feet away, Faith was tackling another three vampires. Faith smacked her fist into the face of a vampire that was still wearing his mouldy policeman's uniform. The blow shattered the creatures jaw and lifted it's entire body off the ground. With the same fluid movement that had set the punch in motion, she continued forwards and brought her foot up in a devastating spin kick to the chest of another, larger vampire. Quickly, she twisted her head to the right and felt the air rush by her, as the fist of a third vampire narrowly missed connecting. Like lightning, she seized the outstretched arm and brought it down at the same time as she smashed her knee upwards. The bones of the vamps arm shattered under the force of her blow, but it didn't get chance to sceam because her other hand had already stabbed a wooden stake into it's unbeating heart. Dust exploded around the stunning brunette.

Faith grinned at the cop who was already staggering back towards her; she was in her element and having a blast!

As the banker groaned and ran his tongue over his teeth to check that he still had all his fangs, Buffy looked straight into Jay's eyes. "I am not interested in you. Tonight, all I want to do is to find Spike."

Jay's eyes danced about as he took in the vampire lying on the ground, the slayer standing before him with a stake dangling from her hand and his chances of escaping amidst the graves. Deciding, he nervously looked at the blonde woman, "If I tell you where Spike is, he'll kill me."

"No, he won't. If you tell me where he is, I will make sure that he won't be in a fit state to kill anyone."

Across the graveyard, the large vampire clasped both his huge arms around Faith from behind and locked his hands together, squeezing her with all his might. Her breath blasted from her with a loud, "Oooofff!" Her arms were pinned to her sides and went almost numb with the crushing pressure, allowing the stake to fall from her fingers. Snarling like a rabid dog, the cop rushed at the helpless girl, his claws spread wide.

Instinct took hold and Faith planted both her feet together on the ground before her. With a small thrust, she forced the large vampire holding her to rock backwards, lifting her higher. Both her feet struck upwards and pounded into the face of the cop like a hammer. Using the extra thrust she gained from the cop, Faith continued raising her legs up and over her head. This shifted the large vampire's centre of gravity and, already off balance, he crashed to the ground with her. The impact jarred his arms loose and Faith rolled freely towards her wooden stake.

"No way, Bitc..." he grunted, lunging to stop her. Her fist closed around the wood and slammed backwards into his heart. Instantly, he turned to dust. Brown curls swung about her face as she tilted her head up and gave the cop a predatory stare. "Ready to dance, Baby?"

As the banker began to sit up, Buffy stepped forward and shoved him back down with her booted foot. Casually, she batted his grasping claws away and plunged her stake into his chest. With a cry, he turned to ash and disintergrated. "That's better, now we can talk uninterrupted." Jay cowered back another couple of paces.

"You're only going to kill me, anyway, so why should I help you?"

"If you tell me what I want to know, and I don't think you are lying to me, then I promise you that I will not kill you."

"Swear on your sister's life?"

That threw Buffy. She didn't like the idea that some vampires knew enough about her to know about Dawn. She didn't like that one bit. "I swear on my sister's life that I won't kill you."

"O...Okay. But you have to promise me that you won't come after me....ever."

Buffy regarded him for a moment, sizing him up. "Alright. I promise on my sister's life that I won't kill you or ever hunt you down."

Satisfied, he visibly relaxed, even adopting a cocky smile. "Spike has taken over the sanitorium on Corral Road."

Something in his eyes told her that he was telling the truth. Time to pay Spike a visit. Slipping her stake into the back of her trousers, she turned and began to walk away.

"Great!" Jay called out boistrously. "Say it one more time, Slayer. Tell me I don't have to worry about you anymore! Tell me I'm safe."

Buffy kept walking but called over her shoulder, "Well, you don't have to worry about me anymore, but I didn't say you were safe."

"Huh?" The cheesy grin faded from Jay's face. He spun around.

"Hello, lover." said Faith.

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Buffy and Faith peered around the bushes on a hill overlooking the old Blaketon Sanitorium. It's large, dark bulk seemed unduly ominous. No patients had been sent to the old mental asylum in over fifty years, but the place seemed to radiate an aura of suffering and unease. A six foot high wall protected the outer limits of the grounds, followed by a brief patch of trees and bushes to stop the house being seen from the roadside. After that, there was about a hundred yards of lawn and then the house itself. A big gothic styled mansion, complete with turrets and gargoyles, the works.

"Spike sure has a sense of the dramatic, huh?" Faith's eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

"After what we've had to do tonight, I couldn't care less if he was in a fortified castle. He's going to pay. Nothing and nobody is going to stop me staking him. Especially not them." Buffy pointed to several dark shapes that were slipping through the darkness and entering the building.

"More goons just means more slayage for me!" Faith grinned and caressed the side of Buffy's face. For just a second, Buffy closed her eyes and savoured the gentle touch. A smile formed on her face as her fingers lightly stroked Faith's hand.

"Let's go," she said, not moving. Faith looked deep into Buffy's eyes, gave her a quick, light peck on the lips and then started down the hillside. Grinning, she flashed Buffy a look of devilment over her shoulder. "Let's go kick some ass, girly girl!"

Following, Buffy's mind slipped back to the first time that Faith had called her that.....

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Yet another graveyard, six months earlier...

"You know, Giles is not going to be pleased!" Buffy said, breathlessly, as she sank down onto the grass and rested her back against a small rectangular tomb.

"Well, it wasn't my fault!" Faith gasped, as she flopped down beside her.

"Six centuries old, he said."

"Yeah?"

"A priceless item of mystic law, he said."

"Really?"

"Look after it and bring it back in one piece, he said."

"Oh." A brief pause. "Do you think he was serious about that?"

Both slayers looked at each other and broke out into gleeful grins. Before them on the grass was the eight foot long body of a muscular demon warrior. Embedded in his single eye was an ornate golden handle that was all that remained of The Mirror of True Seeing, one of the few means of seeing beneath the glamour that concealed a Butu demon's real form. Steam was rising from around the wound as the body was slowly beginning to dissolve.

Using one hand to push herself up, Faith stood before Buffy. Admiringly, she looked down upon the beautiful young blonde for a brief heartbeat, before stretching out her hand to help her up. As Buffy grasped it and pulled herself up, Faith flashed her a mischevious grin. "Have I ever told you how Slaying always makes me hungry and.."

"Horny!" Buffy laughed, "Only nearly every time we kill something!" Her giggles slowly faded as she realised that Faith was gazing deeply into her eyes, searching.

"Well, it's about time that you took the hint." Faith murmured in a low, throaty voice. Her head tilted slightly, and her brown curls slipped before her face, as her lips slowly moved towards Buffy's. They were only inches apart, but time seemed to slow and Buffy watched her beautiful friend's mouth descend to her own, with a surprising thrill of excitement. "Fai..." She whispered, but her slight protest was silenced as their lips brushed against each other and then locked with a gentle, but needy passion. In the quiet graveyard, the two Chosen stood and kissed each other with growing desire. With a quick, rough grab, Faith held Buffy's upper arms and steered her backwards against the low tomb. As her hips hit the lip of the grave, Buffy was forced over until her back lay on the top of the slab.

Hungrily, her mouth sucked on Faith's lips, tasting the slight strawberry tang of her saliva. The difference between the coldness of the stone and the warmth of Faith's body pressing down on her was exquisite. "Ohhh!" Buffy gasped as Faith gently nipped Buffy's lower lip between her teeth and playfully tugged on it. Letting it go, Faith paused above Buffy and licked her lips, before eagerly thrusting her tongue into her mouth. Running it around the inside, Faith played along her teeth before twisting and stroking around Buffy's own tongue.

"I'm kissing another girl, and it feels wonderfull!" Buffy thought with amazement, suddenly understanding Willow and Tara a lot better. It was so different from kissing a man, the softness of her lips, the smell of her perfume and the gentle, but insistent demands of her hunger, all driving Buffy's desires higher. Inside her leather pants, she felt a delicious tingle flare in her groin. A tugging against her hips made Buffy realise that Faith was yanking her belt open and fumbling with the buttons of her pants.

"No!" She gasped. "No!" Her hands shoved Faith's away and began to refasten her belt. Straddled above her, Faith sat back on her hips and brushed her hair back behind both ears with her hands. She looked disappointedly at Buffy.

Using her elbows to push her back up off the cold slab, Buffy looked around. "I mean, just not here, okay?"

"Oh," Faith said, relieved, as she slipped off her friend and they both stood up. "My motel?"

"Na hunh. Dawn's staying at her friends tonight."

"Your place it is, then." Their hands felt very warm as they entwined their fingers together.

Fifteen minutes later and the two young women had barely closed the door before they flung themselves into each other's arms and their lips met once again. Taking the lead, Faith steered Buffy towards the stairway and then slapped her playfully on the arse as Buffy laughed and raced ahead of her up the stairs. Two leather jackets fell to the floor of the upstairs landing as both slayers disappeared into Buffy's bedroom, kicking off their boots. Buffy let out a small squeal of surprise as she turned towards Faith and was grabbed by the waist and flung through the air to bounce on the bed. Lying still, suddenly nervous, the blonde watched with bated breath as Faith's fingers once again undid her belt and then pulled her pants down and off her legs.

A small, red flush covered her cheeks, as the brunnette stared at her tiny pink, cotton panties. With a slow, feline grace, Faith crawled onto the bed, her hands and knees either side of Buffy's legs and tenderly planted a light kiss on the centre of her knickers, before moving further up her body. Sitting on Buffy's crotch, her hands grasped the white blouse and tore it open, sending the buttons flying about the room.

"Hey!" The surprised slayer protested.

Faith just beamed down at her and wiggled her eyebrows as she feasted her eyes on the sight of Buffy's small, firm breasts encased in her white bra. The white fabric seemed to gleam against her tanned skin. Using both hands, Faith rubbed her palms against the soft garment, feeling her friends nipples harden. Buffy sighed and swept both of her own arms up above her head, to dangle off the side of the bed. As she did so, her left hand nudged her pillows and a cuddly pink pig rolled down to land at her side.

Quizically Faith picked it up and looked it over as if it were a slimy toad. "What's this peice of crap?"

"Hey!" Buffy reprimanded. With a childish voice she added, "Faith meet Mr Gordo. Mr Gordo meet Faith."

A look of disbelief crossed the young woman's face and then she tossed the stuffed pig over her shoulder. Shaking her head with a grin, she lowered her mouth onto Buffy's, "You're such a girly girl!"

Their tongues fought each other and Buffy undulated against her. Faith was in charge and without breaking the sweet kiss, she found the clasp between Buffy's breasts and released them from the bra. She sat back, then, and looked, as she drew the two halves of lace away from Buffy's mounds and her light brown nipples came into view. "Ohh, Bee," she breathed, stretching out one finger to tickle a nipple with just her fingernail. Delight crossed her face as the little bud puckered and hardened even more. Moistening her lips, Faith hunched and lowered her mouth onto the heaving breast. Sucking hard, she pulled the entire nipple in between her lips, earning a quiet gasp from the girl beneath her, then started to swirl her tongue about the throbbing point, sometimes flicking it lightly. Delightful waves of pleasure spread from the centre of Buffy's breast as Faith feasted upon her and these were added to, as she felt fingers pluck and tease at her other nipple.

With a slight urgency, she grasped the bottom of Faith's T-shirt and drew it up the body of the girl, who helpfully sat up and raised her arms. A wry smile crossed Buffy's face as she found out that Faith wasn't wearing a bra. She thought it wonderfully kinky that Faith had each nipple pierced with a tiny bar. Now that she was sitting up on the bed, with Faith still sat on her lap, Buffy found that she was in the perfect position to slip her mouth onto the nipple that swung invitingly before her. Closing her eyes and enjoying the sucking warmth of Buffy's mouth, Faith ran her hand up the girls naked back and ruffled it into her long golden hair, pulling her head against her breast. "MMmmm." 

While Buffy's mouth fed, her fingernails lightly traced the curving black lines of the tattoo on Faith's upper arm.

After several minutes of this, Faith suddenly shoved Buffy's shoulder, pushing her back down onto the bed. Then she got up and wiggled out of her own leather pants. Buffy wasn't surprised to see that she wore tiny, black lace panties, but was thrilled when she saw that they clung to the brunnette's clearly visible cunt lips with a wet glistening. Hooking just her thumbs into the string sides, Faith drew them down her legs, the wet patch only reluctantly pulling away from her pussy. From where she lay on the bed, Buffy had a good view of Faith's completely shaven cunt, with it's labia red and pouting. She felt her excitement rise as she saw the juice shining all over the fleshy lips, and a small gasp of unexpected desire burst from her when she noticed the small golden ring in Faith's clit.

Cascades of curls momentarily hid her face as Faith dipped and picked up her lacy knickers. Once more she climbed aboard Buffy, this time hooking one hand behind the slim blonde's neck and lifting the damp panties to her face. Buffy breathed deep, her eyes closing, as she savoured the musky scent of her fellow slayer. She felt the dampness of the panties as Faith rubbed them over her cheek, then across her lips and down, until she was rubbing them in circles over Buffy's throbbing nipples. Parting her lips slightly, Buffy looked up with desire into Faith's eyes. They locked their gaze and never let it waver, as Faith moved her bunched panties lower and then slid her hand inside Buffy's own pink knickers and began to rub them across her tender clit. Unconsiously, Buffy parted her legs a tiny bit to give the girl more access to her steaming centre. Once again, their mouths caressed each other, as Buffy melted under Faith's gloriously sexy touch. Their lips never lost contact as Faith slid off Buffy and lay beside her.

"Aww!" Buffy whispered into Faith's mouth as she felt her withdraw the panties from her crotch, but she grinned as Faith put them in her own mouth and sucked at their combined juices. Playfully, Buffy pulled them from her friend and tossed them away to land covering Mr Gordo. She knelt beside Faith and began to suck at her throat as she felt the girl's fingers slip into the slippery folds of her own juicy quim.

Buffy had only briefly considered what making love to another girl would be like due to Willow and Tara's relationship. She had never imagined that it would feel so intense or so right. She could feel her face grow hot from another blush at the wet, slurpy sound her pussy made as Faith worked two fingers in and out of her. Backwards and forwards Faith thrust her fingers, enjoying the feeling of Buffy's warm, wet depths. She loved the way her pussy juices felt slightly syrupy as she stroked the crinkled inner walls of her friend's cunny. With subconscious desire, Buffy's hips began to move up and down on the fingers as they penetrated her.

Unwanting to be selfish, as she began to suck at Faith's nipples once more, Buffy smoothed her hand down across the girl's flat stomach and into her wet slit. There, with just the pad of her forefinger, she began to rub up and down the inch of flesh to one side of the clit. Quickly, her ministrations brought about a small bucking motion from the woman's hips. Pleasure filled her as she felt the small clit ring bump against her fingers and Faith jerked slightly. Encouraged, Buffy slid her finger across and lightly began to flip the little ring up and down.

"AAAhhhh. Ohhh that's nice, Bee!"

For long minutes, the only sounds in the bedroom were tiny wet squelches and breathing getting more and more ragged.

Surprising herself, Buffy suddenly moved over Faith, slipping one thigh to either side of her girlfriend's head and lowering her mouth down to her soaking slot. Her lips opened and her mouth completely covered the top of Faith's pussy, sucking at the juices there. "OOoooo" Faith murmured, rocking her cunt up against Buffy's mouth. Her legs spasmed a little as she felt Buffy's tongue sweep out to lash the sides of her swollen clitty. Up and down the slick, puffy flesh it swept, eliciting bolts of pleasure in the brunnette until it deftly coiled into the little ring and tugged it.




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Orgasm burst unexpectedly through her. Never before had one struck so quickly. Her whole body trembled in it's euphoric grip and her vision swam. Feeling the rapture take her girl, Buffy sucked even harder at her tender flesh, drinking the sweet juices that ran from her, ignoring the slight pain as Faith's fingernails dug hard into her buttocks.

"OOOHHHHHH! GODDD!" Jerk after jerk shook Faith's body as she surrendered to the bliss. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, they became smaller and smaller until she was just lying there weak, under Buffy, who still lapped her sticky cum from her wet inner thighs.

Faith reached around Buffy's leg and brushed her long brown hair up her forehead, away from her eyes. "Jesus, Buffy."

A happy smile spread across Buffy's face as she heard the awe in her friend's voice. Still her little tongue flicked into Faith's wet hole.

Determined to repay the ecstasy she had felt, Faith now raised her own tongue up to where Buffy's pussy hung above her. With eagerness, she lapped into the soft golden hair and sought out the wanton flesh of her cunt. It tasted rich and sweet like honey. Faith flicked the puffy folds about with her tongue and sucked the hanging lips into her mouth one at a time, stretching and then releasing them. Buffy's hips wiggled above her face. With long licks, Faith traced those lovely folds, tickling here, sucking there, her breath beat out hot against the tender snatch.

As she momentarily dropped her head back to the bedspread, Faith looked at the beautiful sight of Buffy's pussy. It was covered in a light thatch of silky blonde hair that seemed full of little diamonds as drops of her pussy juice sparkled there. Thick, engorged lips hung in the hair, inviting and displaying her arousal. Her labia pouted open slightly and Faith could see slightly inside to the glistening pink flesh.

With a growl of lust, she smothered it with her mouth again and speared her stiff tongue up inside her. It was Buffy's turn to give a little buck of pleasure. Around and around the entrance to the hole Faith swept her tongue, alternating between long licks with the flat of her tongue and quick flicks with the tip. Unexpectedly, she would switch to thrusting it deep into Buffy's tight hole and pushing it in and out like a little cock, returning quickly to the loving circles at the entrance.

For what seemed like an eternity, the two lay locked together, sucking and drinking each other's intimate juices. Sighs and moans came from each at regular intervals.

By now, Buffy was grinding her hips against Faith's face and lost in the pleasure given her. Wetness coated her thighs and Faith's face, a heady mixture of love juice and saliva. Deep inside, she felt the swirling of Faith's tongue and she thrust her arms down stiffly into the bed, forcing her head up and back as she felt herself riding the waves to her peak. With a dragging lick, Faith ran her tongue up to Buffy's clit and then sucked it inside her mouth, using just her lips to chew it.

"AAAAAHHHHhhhhhh!" Buffy cried, banging her hips up and down so violently that she dislodged Faith's mouth. Fireworks exploded all round her body at the same moment and the flood gates opened as her sticky, clear juices spilled down her thighs. Spasm's of pleasure, so intense they were almost painful, wracked her.

For a minute, she just knelt there on all fours, lost in the tingling pleasure and letting Faith lick her sticky thighs clean. Finally, she lifted her leg and swung herself around, flopping down onto the bed to lie besides the other slayer. Both were panting heavily and just stared dreamily at the ceiling. Neither spoke at first, enjoying the comfortable silence and deep feeling of companionship.

With a smile, Faith rolled onto her side, facing Buffy and propped her face up on one hand. "Well, girly girl, that's the horny taken care of; now what have you got to eat in this joint?"

Laughter filled the small bedroom.

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Buffy stepped out into the basement of the sanitorium with Faith only a pace behind, patting dust from her clothes.

"Determined little suckers, weren't they?" She whispered to Buffy, with a breathless grin. They had had a difficult time fighting the eight vampires that had guarded the entrance. Buffy ignored her, not in the mood for jokes. She was too focused on finding Spike. She looked along the passageway to where light spilled under a large oak door. Tightening her fingers around her stake, she strode down the corridor. Faith followed.

Instead of quietly opening the door, she kicked it so hard that it flew open, rocking on it's hinges. Spike looked up at her, but didn't seem surprised to see the two Slayers advance into the chamber. He was stripped to the waist, his arms painted with black runes and a large sigil drawn upon his chest. In one hand, he held a small book that he had just finished reciting from and in the other he was sprinkling salt over a small glass figureine that stood on a small altar. On either side of him were two long low tables, with manacles on, that had obviously once been used to restrain inmates.

A growl drew their attention to a darkened corner of the room, where there was the biggest werewolf that Buffy had ever seen. It was stood on it's hind legs like a man and towered over seven feet tall. It's black fur was matted and unkempt.

Spike placed the book down and smiled at them. "Well now, if it isn't Thelma and Louise come looking for a cliff!"

Buffy and Faith came to a halt in the centre of the room. Something was wrong.

"You've gone too far this time, Spike."

He grinned at them. That was wrong too. Although he was over a century old and had killed two slayers in the past, Buffy was sure that either she or Faith could take him. She was also sure that Spike was smart enough to know that. Perhaps he thought that the werewolf would even the odds. He was wrong.

"Your pet here won't save you," she said, indicating the beast with the tip of her stake. "I'm not worried about either of you. I'm just going to stop your little ritual and then it's time for you to die."

Looking far too pleased with himself Spike spread his arms wide. "Oh, don't waste your time worrying about me, Slayer." He nodded towards the door. "Worry about her."

Behind them, Buffy and Faith heard the distinctive clicking of high heels on the stone floor.

"Ahh, of course, I wondered where Druscilla was," said Buffy, turning towards the door. Her smile died and a chill of fear swept through her.

Standing in a provocative pose in the doorway was a stunningly beautiful, blonde woman. She wore a red flimsy summer dress that accentuated her voluptous curves and bright red, four inch heeled stilletto's. She casually flicked her curly golden hair.

"Nice outfit; who're you?" asked Faith.

The woman gave a hurt pout. "Buffy knows me, don't you, darlin'." said Glory.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "BUFFY AND THE CORRUPTER 04" in which Spike performs the ritualistic defilement.

FROM THE AUTHOR

Hope you enjoyed the continuing adventures of Buffy. Please feel free to send me your comments.

I would like to extend my gratitude to ALIEN47 for editoring this chapter. His uncanny ability to decipher the riddle of my grammar and punctuation was invaluable to me.



Buffy & The Corrupter Ch. 04



NOTE: This story takes place in an alternate Buffyverse, a few years into the future. Faith has remained with the good guys and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now at college and Willow and Tara are still together. Spike is still evil and some of Buffy's past adversaries are not as dead as she thought.

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"Glory! But tha... that's not possible. You died when Giles killed Ben!" Buffy's heart was racing as she tried to believe what she saw.

"Oh, come on. You don't suppose that darling Ben was the first meat prison I've been in, do you? Seriously, puh-lease! I'm immortal, Buffy! One flesh sack dies and I'm cast into the next. That's the way this grubby little curse works, and let me tell you, I'm getting pretty darn sick of it!"

Faith glanced warily from the blonde in scarlet to Buffy and back again. Whoever this Glory chick was, her looks must be deceiving, because she had never seen Buffy look so scared before. Never.

"Now look what your interferring has reduced me to. Keeping you out of the way while Spock here, completes his ritual," Glory said, petulantly.

"That's SPIKE!" the English vampire shouted from the back of the room, "You psycho Bint!"

"What do you care if Spike summons The Corrupter?" Buffy asked, stalling, trying to think what she could do now.

"I don't. But you know, sweetie, if he does manage to bring Hell to earth, then that just may spice up this dull little town. I'm ever so bored, you know?"

Glory walked further into the room, her hips swaying. Stopping in front of Faith, she looked the brunette up and down. "You're new."

Faith hit Glory with a massive right hook. She pressed her advantage and rained blow after blow down upon the golden haired beauty. Glory staggered backwards a couple of paces and then, with one hand, snatched Faith around the throat and lifted her into the air. With a sparkle in her eyes, she looked at Buffy and nodded towards the struggling Slayer. "I like her, she's sassy."

With an almost casual flick of her wrist, Glory tossed Faith across the room. Even as she did so, Buffy was springing forward. A jab from her foot struck Glory on the side of her knee, causing her leg to buckle. Before the Hell God could recover, Buffy was launching a deadly combination of kicks and punches. Time after time, she hit Glory with every ounce of strength and skill she possessed. It wasn't enough. Reeling under the onslaugh, Glory finally managed to snag hold of Buffy's wrist, and with a yank, pulled the Slayer to her. Pain blasted through Buffy's skull as Glory head butted her. Stars danced in front of her eyes while she slumped to the floor. As she felt herself slipping into unconsiousness, Buffy could just make out Faith leaping onto Glory's back and trying to twist her head off.

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Surfacing from the depths of unconsiousness, the pain behind her forehead returned, followed by the sound of chanting. As Buffy gingerly opened her eyes, she saw a stone roof, dancing with shadows. Turning her head, she discovered that she was chained down on one of the two wooden tables in the room. Across from her, she could see Faith manacled to the other. Faith was naked. With a groan, Buffy lifted her head and squinted along her own body to confirm that she had no clothes on either.

Between the two Slayers, Spike was chanting from his book again and making complicated gestures in the air above the small glass figurine on the altar. Glory was lounging across a rather ornate chair, at the back of the room. Standing beside her were four of her minions. Xander couldn't have put it better when he once said that they looked like "Hobbits with leprosy." They were dressed in brown sackcloth, tied at the waist with rope. Their hair was stringy and greasy, looking as if it had never even heard of water, let alone felt it. Their faces were a pale, sickly green and covered in sores. One held a bunch of grapes and was busy peeling them for his Goddess.

Slowly, quietly, Buffy tensed her arms and tested the manacles that held her. They felt extremely solid, and she did not think that even with her slayer strength she could snap the chains that held her down. Spike looked at her and sneered.

"Wakey, wakey, Slayer. The show's about to start and you wouldn't want to miss it."

"You'd better enjoy what you do to us, Spike, because as soon as Faith and I get free, your dust." She had wanted to say something witty and clever, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how helpless she felt, but nothing would come.

A look of surprise crossed his face. "What I do to you...? Ohhh. You mean the ritual defilement? Sorry, Buffy, but you don't get to play."

A mixture of relief and regret surged through her as she turned to look at the unconsious Faith. Spike followed her gaze.

"No, no, Slayer. You see, the thing about Elder demons like Brakkhan is that they're old, geddit? Old. They were here long before humans. This means that for most of the rituals involving them, human victims won't do because they simply weren't around at the time the ritual was created. See?"

Buffy was confussed. She looked back and forth from her girlfriend to the vampire. "S..so your not gonna rape us?"

A leer crossed his face. "Oh, sure. Just not now, pet. You see, the ritual requires the victim to have demon blood. So we had to find a demon to participate."

Buffy heard a scuffling sound behind her and she twisted her head to look over towards the doorway. Two of Glory's minions were dragging forward a woman.

"Anya!" Buffy gasped. "No, Spike, leave her alone!" She pleaded.

The demoness was dragged before Spike and released. She rubbed her forearms and gave the two minions a glare that burned with hate.

"Anya! Teleport to Giles! Tell him what is happening and he'll know what to do. Quick, now!"

Glory laughed. "Yes, why don't you go fetch the good Mr Giles? I've a bone to pick with him."

Anya sighed sadly and bit her lower lip between her teeth. She gave Buffy a look filled with sorrow and then turned her gaze to the floor by her feet. Spike gave her a companionable slap on the shoulder. "That's my girl."

Buffy couldn't understand it. Had Anya betrayed them? Was she going to help Spike and Glory? A low sound of pain from a darkened corner of the room answered her questions. Xander. He was, like Faith, unconsious. Black and blue swellings on his face showed that he had not been captured easily. "Oh, no," she whispered to herself as she realised why Anya was obeying these fiends.

"Don't do it, Ahn. Go to Giles. He'll help Xander, I promise."

Without looking up, Anya gave a little shake of her head. "I can't Buffy. That bitch said that she'd kill him if I don't do what they want. And she would too!" A sob broke from the girl's throat. Glory grinned like the Cheshire Cat as she popped a grape into her mouth.

"Righto! Let's get this party started." Spike took hold of Anya's hand and held it over the Altar. With a needle, he pricked the end of one of her fingers. A single drop of blood welled up and he squeezed her flesh until it dripped down to splash on the Altar's black stone surface. A hiss of steam spat upwards as the blood was sucked into the stone. With a smile of satisfaction, Spike cleared the items off the Altar and patted it's surface. "Take your clothes off and hop on up, there's a good dear."


For a long moment, Anya just stood there staring at the floor. The sound of one of Glory's minions kicking Xander in the stomach spurred her into action. She quickly fumbled with the belt of her pale blue dress. As it came loose, she drew the two halves of her dress apart and bared her flesh. Visibly swallowing, she raised her head and stared defiantly at Spike. Her dress fell in a puddle at her feet as she shrugged it off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing any underwear at all, but her nakedness was beautiful to behold. Her breasts were firm and proud in the candle light and her skin was pale and flawless. A flat stomach drew Spikes eyes down to the thatch of her pubic hair that was a small nest of golden curls. Bending her knee, she raised her foot up to her bottom and reached back to unclasp the strap of her shoe. After she had done the same to the other one, she daintily stepped out of them and walked to the Altar.

"OH," she gasped, as her buttocks touched the stone. It was as cold as ice. She steeled herself and lay back. The altar was only just big enough for her back, and so her head hung over the far side. Spike swaggered around the black stone until he stood by her face. A hand that was so pale it was white, with black painted fingernails, drew down the zipper of his leather pants. "Remember, be good and play nice or the poof gets to have a very unpleasant death."

As he drew out his flaccid cock, Anya screwed her eyes shut. She didn't want to do this, but the thought of anything happening to Xander was just too painful for her. She loved that boy way too much. If she didn't help to summon Brakkhan, Xander would pay, and if she did, then everyone else would. There was only one thing she could do. As she felt the vampire's cold flesh press against her mouth, she parted her lips and took him inside. Spike gave a sigh of pleasure as he felt himself sink into the warmth. Immediately that he felt her tongue rasp against the underside of his shaft, he began to harden. Raising her head slightly, Anya took his cock further into her mouth. She could feel it lengthening and thickening as it pushed deeper. With disgust, she drew her head back and felt his cock slide back across her tongue, until only the head remained in her mouth. Her lips tightened into a firm ring around his prick and then began to slide down his stalk, sending shivers of delight through his undead body.

"Ahhh, yeah," he moaned to himself. His cockflesh was now rigid as it slipped back and forth into her sucking mouth. He watched as the thousand year old demon pumped her lips around his cock. Her blonde hair swayed as it hung down over the altar's edge. He reached out and cupped the back of her head, urging her to take him deeper into her mouth. It felt sooo good. Saliva coated his shaft and her lips as she struggled to swallow him. As his cock slid out of her mouth, she coiled her tongue around it's sides and slid it around the rim of his glans. A gasp escaped from him as she worked his prick with skill. She wanted to finish this as quickly as she could. He knew this also, and wasn't about to let her. With small thrusts of his hips, he fucked his cock into her face. Wet gurgles rose from her as he felt himself slip into the tightness of her throat. It felt like bliss to him. Every little movement she gave sent ripples running along the muscles of her throat and squeezed his cock with fairy hands.

"Ohh! Fuck yeah!" he cried as he twisted his fingers in her hair. Faster and faster he thrust into her mouth, his head turned upwards and his eyes rolled back. She lifted her hand and took hold of his slick shaft, popping it from her mouth. Protests died on his lips as she began to flick her tongue along the underside of his glans. With featherlike tickles, she licked the sensetive skin there. Shudders swept through him as he fought to control his cum. It boiled in his balls, a slave to the pleasures of her tongue and then, as she traced along the curved flesh of his cockhead and dipped into the tiny slit at the end, it shot forth. His cock gave a great jerk and bucked wildly as a stream of cum fountained out over her lips. Another jet shot out and streaked along the side of her face to splash across her ear.

"Noooo!" he cried, realising that she was trying to foul the ritual. His cum had to go inside her. As a third bolt streaked out to splash across her tits, he lunged down her body and thrust himself violently into her cunt. Stream after stream of molten spunk splashed into her depths. With a groan of relief, he collapsed on top of her and shivered at just how close she had been to ruining the ritual. As his prick softened and slipped out of her, he pressed his lips together in a tight line and stood back, zipping himself up.

"Nice try, bitch, but it didn't work. I should have guessed that someone as old as you would know about the precise requirements of this spell."

Anya raised herself up on one elbow as she wrinkled her nose and wiped his cum from her face. "Yes, I know. I also know what else is in store for me."

Spike cocked his head slightly to one side. "Yeah?" He was surprised to find that he envied Harris, if she loved him enough to knowingly submit to the rest. With a shrug, he perched on the table beside Buffy. The Slayer was looking at him with a fury in her eyes that promised a painful staking.

Glory looked around at her minions. She pointed at first one and then another. "You and you, Jinx. Make me proud."

The two minions clasped their hands together in joy and bowed rapidly to her. "Oh, thank you, your most heavenly scented Glorificus! It is an honour to serve such a beautiful one as you." She paused as she reached for another grape, looking at the pair. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just get on with it, okay?"

As one, they turned and hurried over to the altar. Taking up positions at either side of Anya's head, they fumbled open their robes. "Uck." Anya blanched at the smell and sight of their scabby flesh. Jinx pulled aside his tattered loincloth and held out his small green penis. Knowing she had no choice, Anya began to suck him. "Ooo, what's it like, Jinx?" asked Lug as he furiously wanked his little prick.

"Wonderful!" the other minion sighed. Never before had her gracious Glory allowed him such a reward. The demoness used her mouth on him and he knew just what it was that had enraptured the vampire so. Her lips slid along his foul skin and her tongue licked at the head of his prick. In only seconds, he had swollen to his full six inches. With joy, he grabbed her by the throat and squeezed slightly as he pumped into her mouth. Anya made a little gagging sound, but kept up her sucking.

"Ooo, Ooo, let me try, let me try!" Lug pleaded as he danced from foot to foot, impatiently.

With a sigh of pleasure, Jinx pulled his stiff rod out of her lips and moved down the altar. Immediately, Lug grasped her hair and twisted her face towards him. He pushed his cock against her cheek, where it left a slimy trail of pre-cum. Anya didn't take his shaft into her mouth, but instead, fastened her lips around one side of it and sucked hard. Delight filled Lug and he began to slide his cock back and forth across her lips. Jinx stepped to the bottom of the altar and lifted Anya's legs by her ankles. Pushing them up high, he brought her pussy up level with his cock and nudged it against her slit. The flesh there was slick with Spike's cum and he slid his cockhead back and forth across her clit. The feel of her labia, rubbing against the sides of his glans, sent shivers through the henchman. He pushed her ankles together, so that he could hold them with one hand, then thrust the fingers of his other into her cunthole. Inside, she was warm and the flesh so very soft. He tickled the inner walls of her pussy and then began to pump his fingers in and out with a corkscrew motion.

Lug was using his hand to press his cock firmly against Anya's lips. He felt her push the tip of her tongue out to tease him. With a groan of lust, he turned her face further towards him and shoved his prick between her lips. Like a clamp, she closed her mouth around him and sucked deep. "Oh, Oh, Ohhhh!" he shrieked, as she feasted on his meat.

Jinx withdrew his fingers and quickly fed his cock into her. He marvelled at the tightness and welcoming warmth of her cunt. Like a satin vice, she squeezed his prick and he melted. All the feeling in his body seemed centered on those few inches that were buried in her heavenly depths. With heightened sensations, he could feel the delicious friction as her pussy walls slithered back and forth around his stiff rod. Juices leaked from him like a tap as he thrust in and out of her. The pleasure claimed him and he came, pumping thick, ropey strands into her slick canal.

Lug was scared that he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, when he saw Jinx stiffen and groan. Like a madman, he snatched his cock out of that wonderful mouth and hurried down to Jinx. With a shove, he pushed the spent minion aside and thrust his pecker into Anya. Hysterically, he thrust back and forth at a blinding speed, squealing and crying. After an all-too-brief moment, he slammed himself as deep into her as he could and shot a blast of cum into her creamy cavern. With quick jerks of his hips, he pulsed another two waves of his spunk into her, before he pulled out and let the last of it dribble out to pool in her pussy hair.

Spike lent over and cracked him hard across the back of the head. 

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Your supposed to be spunking inside of her pea-wit!"

"You didn't!"

With a blur, Spike's face changed as the vampire showed itself. Yellow, sunken eyes and a bestial brow appeared on his face as he bared his fangs with a hiss.

Lug tottered backwards away from him and hurried over to the safety of his mistress.

Buffy looked at Anya, lying on the altar. She felt filled with shame and sorrow that she could not prevent what had happened to her friend. As if she could feel Buffy's eyes upon her, Anya rolled her head to the side and looked back at her.

"Oh, Anya, I'm so sorry. They will pay for putting you though that, I swear. They'll pay for everything that we've had to go through tonight!"

Anya blinked tears away from her eyes. "It's not over, yet," she said quietly.

For a moment, all Buffy could think of was, who else is there? Then she heard chains rattle as they were loosened and horror filled her. "NO!" she cried, yanking with all her strength at the manacles that held her. "NO!" She flailed about with all her might, but it was useless. Spike let his face flow back to normal and patted Buffy's inner thigh. "Relax, pet. It's not everyday you get to see this."

Over in the dark corner of the room, a couple of Glory's minions were freeing the werewolf from it's bonds. As the final chain slipped from it's collar, it lashed out. A claw the size of a dinner plate sliced into the nearest hapless minion. He died before the scream had left his lips. With a hunching bound, the great beast leapt towards the rest of Glory's henchmen. Lug fell backwards as the creature pounced upon him. It's jaws snapped down to tear into his throat. Just before they closed on his flesh, a small hand grabbed it's snout and yanked it's head back. With impossible ease, Glory lifted the giant beast away from her toady and then released it. Standing before it, looking tiny compared to it's bulk, she placed one hand on her hip and wagged a finger in it's face.

"Hey, Fido. Heel. You wouldn't want to make me lose my temper with you now, would you? Now, be a good beast and pork the slut on the stone, would ya?"

The werewolf's yellow eyes narrowed and it snarled. Slobber drooled from it's huge fangs and it's claws flexed before her. Anybody who didn't know who Glory was would be certain that the beast would tear her to pieces. But everybody in the room did know who Glory was. Including the werewolf. It was very rare for the man hidden beneath the beast to be able to exert his will upon the savage creature, but it was not impossible, if the need was great enough. The instinct to survive could be a primal thing and now it came home to roost. It sniffed the air and turned it's large head towards Anya. The decision made, it stalked toward the prone girl.

Glory turned and looked at the minion who had been disembowelled. "Ugghhh. What a mess. Take him away and get him fixed, then give him a mop and bucket." Several henchmen rushed to pick up their unfortunate companion.




Buffy & The Corrupter Ch. 04



Anya moistened her lips as she summoned up her courage. She glanced over to the battered form of Xander and steeled herself. Growling and snarling like an angry dog, the huge beast reared over her. It's snout snuffled across her face, drool dripping onto her, and then it slid down her body following the scent. Anya tensed as it's wet, cold nose pushed against her pussy and took in the smell of her and those who had used her.

A massive paw suddenly grasped the stone beside Anya's head. She could see how matted and unkempt the fur was and she could smell the stench of the animal. The creature's other paw descended onto her chest, so big that it covered both her breasts, and it tightened it's grip. Anya let out a little gasp of fright as she felt it's long claws pierce her flesh a little, and pinpricks of blood well up. With a small roar, it moved itself above her and she nervously parted her legs to give it access. She had to widen them still further as it moved between them and it's coarse fur brushed her inner thighs.

Suddenly, Anya snapped her head round to look pleadingly at Buffy. "Promise me you'll never tell Xander about any of this!" When all Buffy did was look at her with tears running down her face, she begged again. "Promise me! Please! It'll kill him just as surely as Glory would!" Silently, Buffy nodded.

Anya felt relief flood through her. As long as Xander never knew what she had done to save him, he would be okay. 

The fetid breath of the werewolf made her gag. She had to keep her face averted as a constant stream of drool drained from it's jaws onto her cheek. Panic filled her as she suddenly realised that the creature's cock was pressing against her belly. The scalding hot flesh was nearly a foot long! She had seen a couple of similar rituals in her time, so she knew that the victims survived, but with a cock that big, she suddenly doubted if she would. Shifting it's hips, the beast brought it's cock back and lowered the head to her already tender pussy. Perversely, she was suddenly glad for all the slick mess in there, because if that monster entered her dry, it would have split her in two.

As the large head of it's cock pushed slowly into her, Anya took a sharp intake of breath. Like an unstoppable freight train, the gigantic piece of meat slid down into her. Further and further it pushed. She felt herself stretched around the shaft as it continued it's invasion. Never had Anya taken a cock this big. She gasped, half in pain, half in traitorous pleasure. Anya was grateful when she felt the rough itch of the beast's fur against her pussy as it reached it's full depth in her. Snarling, inches above her face, the monster pulled back with a swift twitch of it's hips.

"OOOOHHHHH!" Anya cried as she felt the incredible fullness withdraw and then suddenly plunge back into her. With animal intensity, the werewolf began to slam it's large weapon in and out of the trembling woman at speed. Back and forth it rutted into her. Again and again it plowed her. With rhythmic bucks it fucked her. Her cunt juiced up to help protect itself from the battering. The incredible thickness of the supernatural beast's cock stretched her and generated waves of unwilling pleasure. As she was rocked by the force of it's humping, Anya found that she had buried her hands into the fur of it's flanks and clasped hold. Her inner thighs felt bruised as it's massive hips thrust again and again at her. The tender outer lips of her pussy were on fire as the creature's pelvis slammed into them over and over.

Suddenly, without warning, the creature just stopped, with it's cock nearly fully withdrawn. Anya unscrunched her eyes and looked up at the lycanthrope. Yellow eyes stared down into her own and the creature tilted it's head to one side as it seemed to study her. She could feel the large bulbous glans of it's prick nestling in the opening to her cunt, holding her lips apart. Juices coated it's long shaft and thick, sticky strands dripped down from it. Pinpricks of pain blossomed across her breasts as the beast altered it's grip slightly. Her hands could feel the vibrations as the monster rumbled deep in it's chest. Gulping, Anya tried to gather her breath, only just realising that she had been gasping and panting under it's onslaught.

Puzzlement creased her brow as she wondered why it had stopped. A strange contradiction of feelings filled her. Relief that her shame could be over and that the creature had finished, merged with a small regret that the sinful feeling of that great cock was gone.

The werewolf's massive, grey tongue slid out and licked a long, slimy trail, from her chest to her ear. Anya flinched, expecting those big, sharp teeth to rip into her at any moment.

"OOOFFFF!" Her breath was blasted from her body as the creature suddenly slammed itself back into her up to the hilt. With a renewed savagery, the beast began to fuck her. Her fists gripped the creatures fur as tightly as she could, clinging on under the assault. Once again, she felt that huge cock rut into her. In and out it plunged. The mighty cock hammered her, again and again. Beneath the constant snarling and rumbling of the beast, it was possible to hear the wet squelching sounds of Anya's violated cunt. Time seemed to stretch into a meaningless mass as she bucked and twitched on the lengthy cock.

"NO!" she cried as she felt her body begin to spasm,"OH NO! Please, No!" Shame and orgasm washed over her at the same time. Her pussy walls contracted, rippling along the thrusting meat, squeezing and massaging it.

A howl burst from the creature as it buried itself completely into her and began to pump her full of it's seed. With the force of a torrent, it filled her. More and more pulsed out into her quivering hole, washing her, drowning her. Quickly, the creature stepped away from the trembling young woman.

Spike hopped down from the table and picked up the small glass figurine. Murmuring several arcane words, he pushed the little statue into Anya's overflowing pussy. The mixed juices from her, him, the minions and the werewolf coated the idol. He stirred it about for a moment and then pulled it out and lifted it as high as he could. With a loud cry he called for Brakkhan.

The candles in the room flared, brightly. A black cloud swirled into the air and began to grow. Faster and faster the darkness spun, like a minature tornado. Suddenly, with a boom like crashing thunder, the cloud vanished. Buffy looked in awe at the demon who stood there. He was a seven foot tall albino. Almost skeletal, his every bone showed under skin that seemed to have no flesh beneath it. Eyes of a glowing pink shone from above a maw with two sharp, upthrust tusks, and waist length, snow white hair hung down his back. Talons, nearly eighteen inches in length, ended in wicked, curved claws.

Spike convulsed as the black painted runes on his arms slid about and rearranged their position. Grimacing with the pain, he looked across to Glory, who clapped slowly. Taking up the small book he had used before, Spike began to speak the words to bind The Corrupter to his will.

"You know," said Glory seductively. "You may request a single service of an Elder demon upon summoning it, as a sort of payment for bringing it to this plane of existence. It must grant your request."

Spike stopped his chanting and looked at her puzzled. "What, even before I finish the binding incantation?"

Glory slowly paced around Brakkhan, who ignored her completely. "Yes. The ritual you have performed will keep him docile while you bind him, but it is still possible to use him while you do it."

The vampire could tell that she was going somewhere with this. "Well?"

"Buffy's friends have an annoying habit of helping her, just when you don't need it. Why don't you send Brakki here over there to keep them busy, while you finish your chanting? I'm sure that nice Mr Giles would find such a meeting fascinating."

"I can do that? Doesn't he have to be here for the binding?"

"He will be, it will only take him a moment to impose his will upon them and enslave them. Trust me."

Spike didn't trust her at all, but she did have a point about the Scoobies habit of mucking up his plans. "Okay. Brakkhan, The Corrupter. Hear the one who has summoned you and fulfill your debt. Go to the watcher of the Slayer and bend him to your will. Keep him busy and out of my way, then return to me immediatly."

The demon's furnace like eyes turned to Spike. "Of course, Vampire. My payment of a debt to you." Ice filled Spikes veins at the sound of that voice. For a moment, he knew what true fear was. Then, the large demon simply vanished.

"Well, bugger me!" Spike murmured and then continued his ritual chanting.

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Giles paced back and forth in the lounge of Buffy's home. He was worried. Buffy and Faith should have been back, by now. Something had gone wrong. He tried to think what to do about it, but couldn't decide. Willow and Tara were in their room, having no luck with their scrying spells and that did not bode well, either. Someone powerful was blocking the magic. 

He should really have gone to his apartment to research things, but he had promised Buffy he would look after Dawn. She had gone to bed a half hour ago. He strode across to the bottom of the stairs and glanced up. A shaft of light came from the crack in her doorway. When he turned to go back into the lounge, he walked straight into the chest of The Corrupter.

With deep breath, Brakkhan blew a fetid cloud around the Watcher. Giles stumbled backwards, a hand covering his mouth in a gesture he knew would not help. As soon as the breath touched him, he felt his will slip away and only the desire to serve the demon remain. Slowly, he straightened himself up and looked to his master for his command.

With relish, the demon gave his orders, "Go to your charge and use her. Spend yourself inside of her." Brakkhan delighted in the inner cries of horror from the Englishman. To harm a girl he was supposed to protect was one of the most appalling things he could do. Which was exactly why the demon chose it. In an instant, Brakkhan had vanished, leaving the Watcher alone.

Carefully, he removed his spectacles and polished them. Then, he returned them to his nose and put his hand upon the bannister. With the giggle of a madman he began to climb the stairs.

"Here Dawnie, Dawnie." he whispered.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "BUFFY AND THE CORRUPTER 05" in which Giles must obey his master.

FROM THE AUTHOR

My heartfelt thanks go to ALIEN47 once more, for his time, patience and editing skills. Without his help, my text would be full of bad puntuation and spelling errors.

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Buffy & The Corrupter Ch. 05



NOTE; This story takes place in an alternate Buffyverse, a few years into the future. Faith has remained with the good guys and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now at college and Willow and Tara are still together. Spike is still evil and some of Buffy's past adversaries are not as dead as she thought.

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Willow was frustrated. Every spell she could think of had failed to find Spike. Someone must be blocking the magic, someone powerful. Between them, she and Tara had exhausted most scrying spells, all to no avail. Nothing was working. Time to try a different perspective. Yes! That would work!

"Tara, honey, pass me that peacock feather would you?"

Tara uncrossed her legs, got up and fetched the feather from the bedside table. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she gave it to Willow, remembering what the redhead had done with it the last time she asked for it. Willow smiled up at her as she took the feather, allowing her fingers to brush lingeringly against those of her girlfriend. Tara stepped back out of the circle they had drawn in red sand and sat down again.

"Do you have an idea what you want to try now?" Tara never stammered when she was alone with Willow, her shyness was gone.

A wicked grin split Willow's face. "Well, I know what I'd LIKE to try now...."

Tara blushed, "Vixen!". As she said it, she gave a slow smile. Rarely did Tara smile, but when she did, she was so beautiful that the whole room seemed to brighten. It was like the sun slowly appearing from behind the clouds. Willow looked at her wonderful soul-mate and felt her heart brim full with love.

"I just suddenly thought to myself, that I wished magic was as simple as computing. With computers, if I tried to hack something and was blocked, I would just look for a backdoor. That's when I got the idea for this. If we can't search for Spike, let's try another route. We know he must be using the summoning and binding ritual, right?" Tara nodded. "Well, that uses a lot of power and we may be able to trace the ritual, not the person."

Suddenly Tara understood. "Of course! And you're going to use the Third Eye of Cadria!"

"Darn tootin'!" the wiccan replied with a little nod. Willow closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. "Blind Cadria, Desolate Queen, grant me your sight beyond sight. With the Inner Eye of Eternity and the channels of all life, grant me your power to see!" Willow raised the peacock feather to her face, so that the eye design pressed firmly against her forehead.

With a tingling surge, Willow's mind took flight. She could see the world about her, although it was surrounded by a shimmering white light. With a quick glance down at Tara and her own body, Willow turned her attention to the flow and swirl of magic. As she did, she saw dazzling purple waves of light begin to appear. Tara was surrounded by an aura that stretched about six inches away from her skin. It puzzled Willow to see that her own magical aura leapt to nearly two and a half foot from hers. What did that mean? Suddenly, she felt a tug and her mind soared up through the ceiling and high above Sunnydale. From up here, she could see the ley lines of mystical energy criss-crossing the town. Purple light burst and spilled from places all over the neighbourhood. Magic may be a rare thing, but this was near the hellmouth, after all. With the thought of that place, she spun herself and looked towards the ruins of her old school. She gasped at the sight of dozens of large bolts of energy sparking and colliding as they struck the ground where the old library used to be. The amount of magic around that place was enormous.

It wasn't the energy she was looking for though, so she chided herself for her distraction. Renewing her focus, she concentrated on the summoning and binding ritual. All the other beams of light faded, to leave just one large current, sparking across the sky towards the hillsides. With a mere thought, Willow flew alongside the mystic energy and chased it to where it plunged into the ground by the old sanitorium. Hardly pausing, Willow followed it down through the earth. For a brief moment, all she could see was rock, then she emerged through the roof of the basement.

She gasped at what she saw. The purple, crackling energy was flowing down into Spike, who was chanting from a book. It seemed to focus itself in his body and then emerge in a straight beam from a sigil on his chest, to strike a little glass figurine on an altar, and then streak over to The Corrupter. The Corrupter was already here! Willow choked back the panic at seeing the Elder Demon and looked around. There, on either side of Spike, Buffy and Faith were naked and chained, helplessly, to wooden tables. Over to one side of the room, Anya was knelt besides an unconscious Xander. Nearby, a large werewolf crouched, looking ready to pounce on the nearest person. 

"Oh No!" she gasped as she saw who else was in the chamber. Surrounded by her minions, Glory sat on a chair, watching Spike. With a quick shake of her head and a blink, Willow broke the spell and returned to her body. Tara was shocked to see the panic on her girlfriend's face as she lowered the feather.

"We're in BIG trouble!"

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With a giggle to himself, Giles slowly pushed open the door to Dawn's room. As he stepped inside, he could see her lying on her belly on the bed, scribbling in her diary. Her knees were bent and her feet waved in the air, wiggling and absently stroking each other. She wore a red silk nightshirt that barely covered the small swell of her buttocks. These undulated as she waved her feet about. The light glistened and shone on the red silk as the firm little mounds gave tiny rolls.

Giles licked his lips. Dawn stopped writing and seemed to ponder what to put next. She lifted the pen to her mouth and lightly tapped its end against her teeth. Then, her soft, red lips closed around it in a little pout and she sucked at the biro.

Giles gave a low groan of desire. Dawn's head spun in shock to look towards the doorway. Relief flooded through her when she saw it was only Giles. She smiled and tapped the end of her pen on the pages of her diary.

"Hi, Giles. I was just entering today into "The Chronicles", you know?" She looked down at the pages of the little book. "Boy, do I have alot to say! That ritual to speak to Ko-lan was intense!"

Giles partly closed his eyes as he brought the memory of Dawn's nakedness to mind. The way her small breast had gleamed, as Tara had rubbed his cum into it, was heavenly. How he longed to feel her flesh for himself. He moved to sit beside her on the bed. "Yes, it was very......intense."

Gently, he snagged some of her long, brown hair and hooked it behind her ear. She tilted her head and looked at him with a tiny, uncertain smile. "Y..you okay Giles?"

"Fine." He gazed into those beautiful eyes.

"Is Buffy back yet?"

He shook his head. "No. Don't worry, I'm sure she and Faith are fine." He drank in the sweet smell of roses that wafted from her freshly washed skin. He was captivated by the different ways the light played on her. The satiny gleam of her hair, the wet glistening of her red lips and the pearl white shine of her teeth as she spoke. Something about the way she moved shouted youth and innocence. Ohhh, his master was too kind to allow him to have her! He turned his head to look longingly at her buttocks. That area of soft, pink skin that sloped down from underneath her nightshirt to melt into her inner thigh looked wonderful. He longed to lick it.

Dawn lifted her eyebrows as she looked at Giles. Something about him seemed slightly different. Predatory. She saw he was gazing backwards and followed his eyes to where he was looking. At her arse! She quickly pushed herself up until she was kneeling upon the bed, her backside safely tucked out of sight.

"Er...h..how are Willow and Tara getting on?"

"Hunh?" He was now staring at the buttons of her nightshirt, that fastened over her breasts. This was creepy.

"Willow and Tara. How are they doing with the location spell?"

"Oh, fine, just fine." His voice seemed a little faint, as his eyes roved up and down her.

Okay, major wiggins! She slipped one long, slender leg out from under herself and began to rise from the bed. "I think I'll just go and check."

As she stepped past him, Giles latched onto her wrist. With a quick tug, he pulled her back to him, where she landed on his lap and his arms encircled her. He revelled in how light she was and how soft her hair felt, as it brushed against his face.

"GILES!"

With a loving smile, he raised his free hand to her cheek and cupped it, feeling her flesh grow hot as she blushed. Her eyes grew wider, searching back and forth in his own. From this close, Dawn could see that there was a tiny green light, swirling in the centre of his pupils. "G..G..Giles, just let me go, okay?"

He looked genuinely shocked by the fear in her voice. "Of course I will, Dawn." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Just as soon as we've made love."

His words hit her like an electric shock. She jerked in his grasp. "NO! N-mmphff" His mouth descended onto hers and he kissed her, passionately. She struggled helplessly in his strong grasp. As he pulled his mouth away from hers, he gave her lips another quick peck. Again, he allowed his eyes to play across her body. He lowered his hand from her cheek and, with his fingertips, began to trace the curling, black dragon pattern on the front of her crimson shirt. Across her belly, he stroked, following the curving tail as it dipped down to the bottom edge of her shirt and back up to the head that rose over her left breast. A sigh escaped him as he felt his fingers brush across her nipple.

"Giles, don't. B..Buffy will be back at any minute." She pushed against his chest, but he was far stronger than he looked.

"Oh, I don't think so. Not now The Corrupter is here."

"The Cor.." Again his lips sought hers. Her arms were crushed against his chest as he pulled her tightly to him. Hungrily he kissed her. Passion was mounting in him. The sweet taste of her lips and their softness, stirred him. Dawn felt him begin to harden against her thigh.

With a swift pull, he turned his body and hers, lowering her down onto the bed beneath him. Her hands shoved, pushed and beat against him. Raising his mouth an inch from hers, he stared down into her panic filled eyes. "Don't worry, baby. I'll be gentle with you. It'll be wonderful, you'll see."

With the arm that was around her shoulders, he pinned both her hands to her chest. Buttons on her nightshirt popped open as his free hand slid between them. At the same time, his lips mashed against hers and his hand cupped her breast. Oh, how soft it felt, but firm. Perky. Her nipple was flat against his palm, so he tweaked it with his finger and thumb until it stiffened. With just his index finger, he strummed the nipple, feeling it spring back and forth. His other fingers traced the soft curve of her tit. A thrill rushed though him as he could feel her heart hammering beneath the exquisite flesh. A groan of lust slipped from him and his hips began to move in small, involuntary thrusts against her trapped thigh.

Dawn watched with disgust as he raised his mouth from hers and brought his fingers up. With a slow, lascivious lick, he drew his wet tongue along the length of his first two fingers. With mounting unease, she watched, and felt, as he then stroked the tips of his fingers along the centre of her body. Down her chin, across her throat, between her breasts and across her navel they travelled. She looked pleadingly into his eyes and shook her head in quick, tiny movements. He grinned. Lower they went, across the hem of her silk nightshirt and onto her bare, inner thigh. With a tiny flourish, he changed their direction and stroked back up, under the hem and onto her cotton panties. He closed his eyes momentarily, to savour the feeling of the slight, rising bulge of her hidden vulva. Pressing gently, he could feel the wonderful crevice between her pussy lips. Dawn shivered as he traced up along that slit, until he left it and continued on upwards to the edge of her panties. Once more, his fingers changed direction, hooking the cotton and sliding beneath it. Dawn could feel the elastic waistband dig into her back as it stretched around his hand.

Leaving a slightly wet trail, his fingers descended until they once again pressed into the slit of her cunny. This time there was no cotton between his skin and hers. He could feel the increased heat as the soft skin of her belly changed into the different, slick skin of her inner lips. She jerked a little, as he rubbed across her virgin bud and slithered further along her hot slot. With slow circles, he stirred his fingertips around and around the entrance to her cunt. With ever so tiny movements, he slowly ground his fingers deeper into her, in a spiral motion. His face had turned to look down her body and he could feel her warm, sweet breath billowing against his cheek.

"Please!" She begged him, quietly.

Deliberately misunderstanding, he smiled. "Of, course Baby. If that's what you want." With joy, he pushed his finger a little way inside her.

Hooking his finger at the first knuckle, he stroked the upper surface of her pussy walls. It was hot and crinkled. He delighted in the feeling of the soft, rippled flesh sliding beneath his finger's pad. Holding his hand perfectly still, he paddled two fingers back and forth, just inside her little hole. She felt his large, stiff cock against her thigh give a buck at the pleasure he was having. That seemed to make his mind up for him, because he suddenly pushed himself away from her and stood up. Her knees dangled over the bed and her feet brushed against his trouser legs. 

Hope showed on her face, but was quickly dashed as he began to unbutton his waist coat.

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Willow was on her hands and knees in her closet, searching through a big trunk of magical supplies. Discarded magical items and ingredients lay all around her.

"Are you sure it's in here?"

Tara looked up from the pouch at her waist that she was filling with a gritty powder. A smile crossed her face as she looked at her girlfriend's wriggling bum. "I saw you put it in there, honey."

"Do you have any questions about the plan?" Willow asked, tossing a bag of mandrake root to one side.

"No." Willow had filled her in on what she had seen in Cadria's vision and, together, they had decided on a course of action. It would be quite risky, but it could work. If they were lucky.

"Baby, could you go and tell Giles? I have to find this darn orb or the plan won't work."

Brushing her hands together, to dust off the powder, Tara left the room they shared. She walked along the upstairs hallway and turned to go down the stairs. As she did so she heard Dawn's voice. It sounded scared and whiny. "No! Please!"

Puzzled, Tara pushed the door open and entered Buffy's sister's bedroom. Shock nailed her to the floor. Dawn was raised up on her elbows, looking fearfully at Giles as he began to climb onto the bed, over her. He was completely naked and the large cock that Tara had wanked, only a couple of hours earlier, was waving before him.

"Giles!" she cried. With her heightened perception, Tara could see that his aura was fragmented and disturbed. He was not in control of himself. As he turned to snarl at her, she gestured forwards and whispered, "Illuminus!" A tiny white light burst into being, an inch from Giles face. So close, the light dazzled him and he reeled back, overbalanced and fell off the bed. Tara rushed forwards and grabbed Dawn's hand, pulling her to her feet. With a shove, she pushed the frightened young girl towards the door, even as she felt hands encircle her throat. Giles dragged the wiccan backwards as he choked her. When he felt the wall against his back, he turned and rammed Tara into it. Both his hands slid around the front of her throat and he lifted her up the wall. Desperately, she hooked her fingers into his and pulled, struggling to breathe. His fingers felt like an iron collar, tightening around her throat. The room was slowly beginning to darken as she slipped towards unconsiousness. A wild look of pleasure crossed the Watcher's face as her struggles began to lessen. Then, he saw her eyes glance behind him to the doorway and he spun his head around to see who was there.

Willow stood there. With her feet planted at shoulder width, her arms by her side, she looked down as she summoned her power. Suddenly, her long, red hair swirled in a wind only she felt. Her fingers twisted into claw shapes and her head lifted. Her gentle eyes were gone, only a deep blackness remained, "LET HER GO!". As she spoke, her hands shot forwards and, from the centre of her palms, a black lightning leapt. It moved like a bullwhip, coiling around Giles's wrists and snatching his arms backwards. Tara dropped to her knees, clutching her throat.

Giles screamed in pain as the black lightning coiled about him, burning with a cold that he had never felt before. Without his bidding, both his arms were twisted behind him and the magic snaked over them. With a gesture, the lightning ceased to come from Willow and leapt to anchor itself in the floor at his feet. There, it solidified into a black rope and pulled itself tighter, until he was forced to his knees. Quickly, he found himself helpless, with both his arms bound and the rope attatched to the floor.

"Baby?" Willow's eyes returned to normal and she rushed to Tara's side. Tara looked up at her panic-filled lover and nodded that she was okay. Willow looked from her, across to where Dawn stood in the doorway. "Thanks for fetching me." she said softly to the girl. Dawn nodded and looked at Giles. He was struggling, spitting and cursing like a madman. Willow walked over to him and stood just out of biting range. "What's happened to him?"

"H...He's possessed." Tara said, her voice strained. "I think that The Corrupter has gotten to him." She looked at Willow with terrible sadness. Willow's eyes brimmed with tears.

Dawn came a little further forward. "If you guy's know what's wrong with him, you can fix it, right?"

Willow slowly shook her head. "No. Brakkhan's power is far too great. This is what makes him so dangerous. His will cannot be disobeyed."

"Okay, so we tell Buffy, she slays The Corrupter and that frees Giles. Right?"

Again, Willow shook her head, sadly. "No, Dawnie. There are only two things that will happen for Giles, now. Either he completes what his master has told him to do, which would then hopefully return him to normal, or he suffers insanity, agony and death.

"Will, perhaps a channeling spell may give him some control." Tara said, rubbing her sore throat.

Willow gave a small shrug and placed her palms against Giles' temples. She murmured a few words. He screamed.

"Why is he in such pain?" asked a frightened Dawn.

"It's part of The Corrupter's magic. If he is not working towards the demon's command, he suffers torment. If he endures it too long, he will die."

Recognition flared in Giles' eyes as he partially recovered his own senses. "Oh Dawn, I'm so very sorry!" He convulsed and screamed again. From the sound, the pain he was feeling must have been terrible indeed.

"We must help him, Willow. Please!" Dawn begged. The things he had done to her were forgiven as she saw his suffering.

"There's no way......AAARRRggghh....y..you can help me now. Go, help Buffy. Just go. Quickly." Again, his body flailed as the agony consumed him.

"Willow, do something!" Tears spilled from Dawn's eyes as she listened to the screams.

"The only thing that will save him is to free him and let him do to you what he was commanded! Do you want that!" Willow said, a little too angrily. "For all we know, after he rapes you, he may have to kill us all."




Buffy & The Corrupter Ch. 05



That seemed to give Willow an idea. She held her hand in front of the Watcher's eyes and a blue light spilled from her palm. "Bend to the will of Athena. Reveal the truth to the daughter of Gaia." After a moment, where she seemed to be listening to a voice, Willow lowered her hand.

"There's a way." She said to Dawn, as Giles screamed again. "You would have to bend the words that Brakkhan used to mean something slightly different."

Dawn listened.

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"Do you think Dawn will be able to go through with it. Do you think she will be okay?" Tara asked as she drove Giles' car towards the hills. 

"Yes, and so should Giles be, eventually." Willow looked pensive. "I'm more worried about The Corrupter. The "Veil of Obscurity" spell should allow us to free our friends, but if Spike has finished the binding ritual, Brakkhan will be unstoppable. And, of course, there's the small matter of a pissed off Hell God to worry about." She glanced down at a small brass orb on her lap. "Let's hope she's as dumb as all blondes."

From the driver's seat, Tara nodded. Then Willow's words sunk in. 

"HEY!"

Taking her eyes from the road she looked at her lover's grinning face.

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Dawn nervously bit her lip. This was going to have to be the performance of a lifetime. Giles' life depended on her. "Let's hope those racy romance novels, and Janice's collection of porn films, have sunk in a bit," she thought. She looked at him. Before leaving, Willow waved her hand and the black rope that held Giles had come alive. It had stretched to the wall and then pulled itself tight again, dragging the struggling man with it. When his bonds touched the wall, they had separated and dragged each wrist up to his shoulders, holding him with his back against the wallpaper. He was now trying to get at the young girl.

"You must first tease him to a sexual frenzy." Willow had said. "His desire must be strong enough to slightly subvert Brakkhan's control. You can't change what he must do, but you can cheat, slightly."

Dawn gulped. "Here goes" she thought. She tilted her head to look at the man from under her fringe. Pouting her lips, she lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked it's tip. Giles watched her intently. The nineteen year old deliberately made small sucking noises. Her lips pulsed around the finger. Pausing, she pulled her finger out of her mouth and gave it a long, slow lick. The Englishman's gaze followed the wet trail. Good, it was working.

"You know, Mr Giles," she said, intentionally using an innocent tone. "When we did that ritual earlier, I got soooo horny. Especially when I saw your marvellous cock." Her eyes closed and she tilted her head right back. With a gentle sway, she stroked her throat. Sawing her hand back and forth, she caressed her kneck and then slid it downwards until it slipped into her nightshirt. Giles could see the silk bunch as she grasped her tiny breast. For just a moment, she held the pose, then her lips rose in a small smile of pleasure. The red silk of her nightshirt rippled in such a way that he could tell she was rubbing her nipple.

His stiff prick gave a forceful twitch as he watched her other hand slide along her hips, and then dip up under the scarlet hem. The nightshirt rose with the back of her hand and he got a flash of her small, white panties. He saw her straighten all the fingers of her hand and slip them, as one, into her knickers. It was then the turn of that white cotton to bunch and stretch as she stroked herself. The fabric clung to her hand so tightly that he had no trouble seeing her fingers stirring in little circles. Still with her eyes closed, she took a long, slow breath and let it out in a sigh.

"Ohhh, Giles. It looked so good, as you wanked it. I wanted to touch it myself, to feel the scalding heat as it throbbed in my hand. Let my fingers slide in the juice you made. Feel the skin sliding backwards and forwards along your stiff shaft. I wanted to hold it and to pump it." Both her hands were rubbing herself faster. She moistened her lips with her tongue.

"I saw you dip your fingers into Tara, and I was jealous. I wanted them. I wanted you to take me in your arms and hold me as you finger fucked me. I wanted to rest my head against your chest and listen to the beat of your heart as you fucked me with your fingers."

Dawn heard him give a moan of lust. She was actually managing to do it. She was turning him on. "Not just him," she thought as she felt the tingle inside her little cunny. The way her nipple and clit were throbbing under her touch was also getting her worked up.

Opening her eyes, she looked at the man who was like a surrogate father to her. His eyes were wide, darting back and forth between the hand that stroked her breast and the hand that writhed in her panties. His hips were making small bucking movements towards her, and his prick waved before him. Pre-cum sparkled as it dripped from him. Rubbing herself all the time, she slowly moved towards him. Turning her head, she laid her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes again. She could hear the rapid thumping of his heart. She could also feel the pulsing of his cock as it pressed against her belly.

"Ohhh, Giles," she whispered in a seductive moan. "You don't know how many nights I've laid in my bed, rubbing my little bud with my fingers, all the while, wishing it were you who was touching me." She began to slide against him, rubbing her face on his chest and grinding his cock against her hips. 

"My pussy gets wet whenever I see you. I ache to give myself to you. I want you to take my cherry. It belongs to you. I dream of the moment that you push this big, hard cock into me." A slightly harder thrust of her hips against his meat emphasised her words. 

"I want you to fill me, to fuck me, to impale me upon this mighty staff."

Shivers rippled along her body, as her fingers still worked on herself, and the words flowed. A tiny smile of satisfied pleasure crossed her face as she heard the wet noises her fingers were causing in her pussy. Dipping them down from her clit, she sunk two up into her sodden crevice. She could feel, through the thin material of her knickers, the heat from his cock against the back of her hand. The rolling of her hips against him grew.

"Would you like to fuck me, Mr Giles?" she asked, quietly, as she looked up into his eyes. There was no mistaking the lust there. Or the tiny green light.

"Yes, Dawn. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck my cock into you, until I'm as deep as your little pussy will allow. I will spear you and stretch your cunt around me. I'm going to lie you down and fuck you until you beg for me to pump my cum into you."

Her legs quivered at his words. Stepping back from him, she hooked both her hands into the sides of her panties and drew them down. He groaned in frustration as the hem of her nightshirt covered her bare slit. Daintily, she stepped out of her knickers and lifted them up. He could see now that her fingers were wet and glistening. Fixing him with her eyes, she brought her damp panties to her nose and inhaled, deeply.

"I just love the scent of my pussy!" she said, conspiratorially. "Here, what do you think?" With that, she held them up to his face. He stretched his head forwards and drank in the perfume. Sweet and slightly musky. She wiped the damp cotton across his lips, and he tasted her.

Snatching the tiny garment away from him, she lowered it and wrapped it around his rigid cock. With long, slow strokes, she wanked him. His shaft was throbbing and slick with juices of his own. Dawn was thrilled with her first touch of a real cock. It was much hotter than she had ever expected. The pre-cum from him lathered between her fingers and formed a sticky webbing. Switching hands on his shaft, she brought his juice to her mouth. Tentatively, she licked it. Liking the taste, she popped her fingers, one by one, into her mouth and sucked them clean.

Done, she removed the now-saturated panties from his stalk. They were soaked in a heady mixture of her pussy juice and his salty fluids. Quickly, they disappeared beneath the hem of her nightshirt and he could tell she was rubbing them up and down her tender slit.

"Oooo, MmmHhmm," she gasped, looking down at her own crotch.

Giles trembled as he watched the teenager frig herself with the wet knickers. He burned with desire to take her. He wanted her so much.

Suddenly, she fell towards him, only just managing to support herself with a hand against his chest. "OHHH, OHHH, OOHHHHHHHH."

Her forehead pressed against his chest and he could feel her shaking. For what seemed like forever, she just leant against him as the waves broke in her.

Finally, she pushed herself upright, her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Wordlessly, she mopped her pussy with her knickers and then tossed them onto her bed. Reaching out, she grasped his glans between finger and thumb and pressed his risen shaft down. On tiptoe, she moved forwards until his pulsing cock passed between her thighs and just poked out beneath her buttocks. As she settled back down, her hand released his shaft and up it bobbed. The topside of his shaft nestled between the petals of her cunny. Giles though he would pass out from the sensual feeling. Her lips were slick, but clung to his swollen flesh. Her arms slid between his back and the wall as she hugged herself tightly against him. Once more her cheek rubbed in the sweat of his chest. Every nerve in his body seemed to be concentrating on the feeling of that moist flesh cupping the top of his prick. Time stood still and the only sound he could hear was his own ragged panting.

Giles didn't think there could possibly be a more heavenly feeling than this one. He was wrong. With a little wobble, she crossed her ankles. He was gripped in a delicious triangle. On two sides, his cock was squeezed by the soft flesh of her inner thighs, on the top, her sex hugged him with puffy lips. Deliriously, he felt waves of pleasure sweep through him. 

"This must surely be the best feeling in the world," he thought.

Again, the lolita proved him wrong. Tightening her hugging arms, she raised herself up onto her tiptoes. Wondrously, she began a tiny back and forwards thrust with her hips. She began to wank him with her thighs. Back and forth she rocked. His moans of pleasure devolved into one incoherent jumble as she drove him towards ecstasy. Warm pussy juices coated the upper side of his shaft. Her swollen cunt lips clung to him as she dragged herself to and fro. His chin touched the top of her head. The room seemed to swim before his eyes, as his whole body focused on the feel of her slick flesh. Like tiny bullets, her nipples dug into his chest as her breasts squashed against him. Though the haze of his passion, he realised that she was speaking to him again.

"Do you like that, you dirty old man?"

"Do you like the feeling of my cunny sliding upon you?"

"Can you feel how wet my cunt is?"

His head bumped the wall as he turned his face to the ceiling. With a gulp, he closed his eyes and let the young woman wank him. Her quim bumped against his pubic bone with every thrust of her hips.

"Ever had a girl of my age, Giles?" she whispered against his chest.

"Do you know how good it feels to sink your cock into a virgin?"

"Would you like to push yourself into my wet, silky depths?"

The exquisite torment was getting too much for him to baer. His cock was so hard that it's throbbing was painful. He could feel the molten cum boiling in his balls. Every instinct he had was begging for him to allow it to pour out.

But he could not. 

"Spend yourself inside her," The Corrupter had commanded. That command could not be disobeyed. With all his strength, he fought against the magical rope that bound him to the wall. He had no affect upon it. Unable to complete what his master wanted, he felt the burning agony of pain.

"AAAaaarrrrgggghhh! Dawn, Please! I'm begging you! Put my cock into you. Now, hurry."

Still, she kept up that delicious rhythm. Mingled juices coated the whole of her crotch as she slid about his pole. Soft, virgin flesh slithered it's way along him.

"Are you ready, Giles?" she asked, sweetly. "Are you ready to cum inside of me?"

"Yeeessss!"

With a quick, lithe movement, she untwined herself from him and sunk to her knees. With only the briefest of hesitations, she took his slick cock into her mouth. Bliss assailed him as he felt her lips slide down his shaft and her tongue tremble along the underside of his meat.

This wasn't what The Corrupter had wanted, he knew. His master had intended for him to rape the girl and cum in her pussy. But the clever little minx was offering him a way to fulfil his master's command in a different way.

"OOOHHHH, DAWN! I'M CUMMMMIIIIINNNNGGG!"

Ecstasy consumed him as he felt his hot spunk pump out onto her tongue. Jet after jet shot into her mouth. Thick, ropey strands of creamy cum gushed down her throat.

For the first time in her life, Dawn had a cock in her mouth and tasted spunk. It was salty and slightly bitter, but she loved it. With a passion that surprised her, she found that swallowing his load was wonderful. Eagerly, she gulped at his tribute. But for a beginner, there was far too much to handle. Dribbles of his hot juice ran from the corner of her lips. His cock jerked in her hand as each wave pulsed out into her mouth.

The Watcher's whole, rigid body trembled as his orgasm washed over him. Slowly it dissipated and he looked down at the brown haired girl sucking at his flesh. Like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, Dawn licked up his cum. With his cock still hard in her mouth, she looked up into his eyes. As he stared back, gratefully, she could see the green tint dwindle and disappear.

Giles felt his own will returning. With shame, he turned his face away from her.

"I'm so terribly sorry, Dawn. I couldn't help myself."

Playfully, she tapped his cockhead against her cheek. "It doesn't matter, Giles, honestly. You're back to normal and I still have my virginity. No harm, no fowl." She looked puzzled. "Although, I've never understood how ducks can be dangerous."

Despite himself, he laughed with her.

Letting go of his softening member, Dawn stood up. "By the will of the serpent's coil, I release you."

At the command that Willow had taught her, the black rope turned to steam and evaporated.

Giles rubbed at his frozen wrists. "Er...Dawn. Perhaps it would be better if Buffy didn't find out about this."

With a mischievous look in her eye, Dawn wiped the last of his cum into her mouth, savouring it. "Well, that could be arranged...."

Giles sagged with relief.

"...as long as you let me do that again. Any time I want to."

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TO BE CONCLUDED in "BUFFY AND THE CORRUPTER 06" in which the wiccans put their plan into action.

FROM THE AUTHOR

As ever, I would like it to be know that without the editing skill of ALIEN47, this chapter would be filled with undecipherable punctuation and original spelling. His help is greatly appreciated.



Buffy & The Corrupter Ch. 06



NOTE; This story takes place in an alternate Buffyverse, a few years into the future. Faith has remained with the good guys and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now at college and Willow and Tara are still together. Spike is still evil and some of Buffy's past adversaries are not as dead as she thought.

This final chapter in The Corrupter series is dedicated to all Buffy fans. Kindred spirits.

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Spike was still chanting out the binding incantation. Buffy thought that it would never end. It was nearly forty minutes since the Elder demon had first appeared. Now, the albino behemoth just stood there, eyes closed, as Spike's magic worked upon him. With a twist of her head, Buffy looked around the basement in which she was captive. Faith was strapped to the next table, but had now regained consciousness. Behind Buffy, in one corner of the room, Anya was dabbing at a cut on Xander's forehead. He was sitting upright, holding the back of his head where one of Glory's minion's had clubbed him. Nearby, a huge, black werewolf crouched, watching Anya.

That just left the Hell God and her minions. She was slouched in a chair at the back of the room, looking very impatient.

Willow's voice sounded in her head. "Buffy. Faith."

"We're going to release you. Play possum until we have you both free. Buffy, you need to slay Brakkhan quickly, Spike has nearly finished. If he does, you won't be able to hurt the demon. Don't forget about the idol. Faith, if you can handle the werewolf and the minions, Tara and I have a plan for Glory."

Buffy gave a little start when she felt fingers on her wrist, but could see no sign of their owner. A small click signalled that the manacle was released.

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Glory took the glass of wine from Jinx. She was bored with the long ritual and wanted to find out what Brakk'han had done to that damned Watcher. She sipped at the drink and looked at the blonde slayer. Once Spike had finished having his fun with her and Faith, Glory intended to make her suffer. That thought brought a smile to her face. It froze there when she saw the air near Buffy shimmer slightly. Like hot air does in the desert. Instantly, she knew it for what it was. The witches had cast a "Veil of Obscurity" spell. Did they think she was so weak-minded that she wouldn't see through it?

With unearthly speed, Glory moved between the two benches. Grabbing what looked like thin air, she was suddenly holding a witch by the throat. Repeating the move beside Faith, she completed the pair. Willow and Tara became visible as the veil tore asunder. Surprisingly, they didn't try to break free from Glory's grasp. As one, they tossed a gritty powder over her. As it fell, it sparkled with a silver light. Willow clapped her hands together and shouted what sounded to Buffy like, "Desk ay day!"

The Hell God shuddered, then looked smugly at Willow. "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Your little teleport spell won't work if I'm ready for it." With a casual backhand, she slapped Tara so hard, that she flew across the room and hit the wall. Then, with one hand, she lifted Willow into the air.

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The moment the witches became visible, the two Slayers sprang from the benches. Faith quickly dealt a spin kick to the nearest minion and vaulted over the bench that had held Buffy, heading towards Anya and Xander. Just in time, she barreled into the werewolf as it leapt at the vengance demon. The slayer and the lycanthrope bounced apart and started to circle one another.

Xander stuck his foot out and tripped a minion that was rushing at Faith. Quickly, he climbed onto the chest of the lacky and started pounding his fist into it's horrid face. Another minion hooked an arm around Xander's throat and tried to prise him off. Anya came to her boyfriend's rescue, launching herself onto the second minion's back and choking him. As the minion spun to try and dislodge her, her legs flew out like a helicopter's blades.

Buffy balled her hand into a fist and slammed it into Spike's belly, causing him to double up. Her knee was coming up as his face descended and the impact made him backflip. Remembering that Ko-lan had said she needed to destroy the idol to weaken Brakkhan's grip on this reality, Buffy snatched the little glass figurine up off the altar. With a quick flick of her wrist, she threw it against the wall and watched it shatter into pieces.

Freed from the binding spell, The Corrupter opened his eyes and shook his head, as if waking from a deep sleep. With a roar that sounded across three dimensions, the Elder Demon attacked the Slayer.

Buffy ducked beneath a claw the size of her chest, feeling the razor sharp talons slice along her back. Ignoring the pain, she struck first one leg, and then the other, of the demon. Landing blows that would shatter the bones of a human, she rolled forward through it's legs and sprang to her feet. With balletic grace, she spun on one foot, her other swinging round like a ball and chain to slam into Brakkhan's spine. The Elder Demon roared and twisted towards her, a long talon striking for her. Stepping forward, into the arc of it's arm, Buffy used her forearm to block the demon's blow at the wrist. Her free hand shot upwards in a hammer blow that struck the creature squarely on the jaw. Six inch fangs clacked painfully into each other. With a hiss, The Corrupter blew his deadly breath over the Slayer.

For just a second, Buffy felt herself swoon under his power. But the idol that anchored him to this plane was gone, and his power was not quite at full strength any more. Still, anyone without the Slayer's abilities would have been lost. Shaking his mental hold loose, and retching at the fetid smell, Buffy looked up into those pale pink eyes.

"Urrrgh! I sure hope you don't kiss your mother with that mouth!"

Again, her fist smashed into his jaw.

Claws flew and punches landed. Buffy moved constantly to avoid his deadly grasp. Blow after blow she landed on him. A slayer's life is all about combat, and Buffy was perfectly in tune with the battle. As she blocked one attack from the demon, she slipped forward to land a counter of her own. Her heightened senses took control and she seemed to move with almost precognitive ease. Even focused on her fight with the demon, she felt the attack coming from behind.

When the minion swung his battle axe towards her back, she stepped sideways and caught him by the throat.

"Hey! Careful, Frodo. You could hurt someone with that. I think I better look after it, you can have it back after recess." 

Casually, she plucked the axe from his grasp. With a twist of her hips, she spun the startled minion over her back and launched him at The Corrupter. The Elder Demon snatched the lacky from mid air. One large claw closed around his torso, and one around his groin. Snarling, Brakk'han tore the minion in half, throwing the pieces across the room. Blood and entrails splattered him.

"Oh, now that's just gross! Didn't anyone ever teach you how to play with others?"

She ducked a vicious swipe, and his claws raked her back. Straightening, she twirled the axe.

"Okay, lesson one. Never upset a Slayer with a sharp thing in her hand."

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Glory shook Willow. "Now see what you've gone and done."

Willow was choking, her hands pulling at Glory's grip. With a gasp, the wiccan whispered, "Elemental Flamus, I call thee!" Flame burst between the two women. Surprised, Glory let go of the witch. 

"Hey! Watch it! This dress is brand new!"

Holding her throat, Willow staggered backwards, away from the Hell God. "Hecate, heed, Hecate hark. Glinting steel and razor sharp. Binding wind and binding air, cast your wrath upon the fair!"

The moment the spell left her lips, the air around Willow changed. Like a small tornado, it swept towards Glory and surrounded her. The wind bit and cut at her with invisible knives. Slashes appeared all over her clothing, but didn't even graze her skin. Angrily, the woman strode forwards, out of the maelstrom. With a slap, she knocked Willow through the air, to skid across the floor on her back.

"Well, you obviously didn't listen to what I just said about the dress."

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Faith leapt into the air and smashed her foot against the werewolf's temple. The blow flung the lupus against the nearby wall. As she landed, two of Glory's minions grabbed an arm each. Grinning, Faith yanked her arms forwards, enjoying the crunch as their heads collided. She shook her arms free as the two brown robed figures slumped to the floor.

"Gotta try harder than that, boys. OOOFFFFF!"

The impact of the returning werewolf carried them both to the floor. Only her Slayer's instinct saved her, because she managed to grab both it's slashing claws. Bestial muscles flexed, and she felt her arms giving way as it's claws slowly descended towards her face. Warm, rank drool dripped from large jaws, as it's lips drew back in hungry anticipation. 

Faith struggled, hardly believing that the beast could be so strong. She kicked her legs, trying to get them against it's chest, but in the fall the beast had landed between them. Even as she held those rending claws at bay, it's terrible jaws sought her throat. That was when she saw a shower of rose petals and wolfsbane hit the beast on the snout.

"Latern of the Night, Caller of the Wild. Unbind the soul in your thrall. Through Gaia's will and pale moonlight, LET THE BEAST BE GONE!" 

Again the collection of flowers fell about the lycanthrope. As if scalded, the werewolf shot off Faith and collapsed on it's back, writhing in agony. Howls filled the air as it's flesh rippled. Long, lank fur receeded into it's skin. Muscles altered shape and bones crunched, as it's form shrank and changed. Slowly, all that was left was the naked, sweating body of a twenty year old man. He raised his head, looking angry. "How the Fu...?"

Faith's fist plowed into his jaw, knocking him unconscious.

Amazed, she turned to look at Tara. The witch seemed uncomfortable under the gaze and turned her eyes to the floor.

"Well, blondey. Who'd have thought you had so much power. I'm impressed."

The nervous wiccan shrugged. "It's one of W..W..Willow's spells. S..S..She ma..made it to help Oz."

Nodding, Faith stepped past Tara and hit a minion that was trying to disembowel Xander.

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Cuts criss-crossed the pallid flesh of The Corrupter. Black ichor leaked from them. Buffy danced in and out of his reach as she worked the axe. Twice, his claws raked her belly, but didn't bite deep enough to slow her. Bit, by tiny bit, she hacked him down. With a one-handed cartwheel, Buffy slipped past his arms once again, slicing the axe across the back of his leg. The blade severed the muscles, and the Elder Demon dropped to one knee. A talon darted out and closed around her shoulder. Claws punched into her flesh. With a cry of pain, Buffy swept the axe in front of her, and hacked off the arm at the elbow. A fountain of black fluid splashed into her face.

Brakkhan threw back his head and roared. For the first time in a millenium, he felt pain. As he lowered his gaze, he saw the little blonde human step before him. Like a baseball player, she settled two hands on the shaft of the axe.

"Lesson two. The key to winning in combat, is not to loose your head." 

With all her strength, Buffy sliced the axe through his neck.

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Painfully, Willow propped herself up on one elbow. Reaching into her pocket, she removed the tiny brass sphere. Holding it between middle finger and thumb, she thrust it towards Glory. Nothing happened. A surprised look crossed the wiccan's face, and she wiggled the orb. Still nothing.

"Oh, no!"

As Glory strode towards her, Willow held the brass ball to her ear and shook it. Silence.

Standing at her feet, Glory placed both her hands on her hips. An amused smile played on her face.

"Aw, is your little toy broken, witch?"

Once more, Willow thrust the orb towards the Hell God. Again, nothing. Desperately, Willow shook the ball. "Work, dammit!"

With incredible speed, Glory reached out and snatched the ball from her hand. She could feel the power contained in the brass orb. It radiated old magic. Puzzled, she looked at the frightened young woman.

"Okay, Red. Tell me what this does, and I promise to stomp you quick."

With a sigh of defeat, Willow looked at her.

"It was made by an ancient French sorceror. It's the magical equivalent of one of those things you get on a stage."

Glory rattled it. "What?"

"One of those wooden thingys."

"Huh?"

"You know. One of those little hatches in the floor."

"A trapdoor?"

"Yes."

All the fear fell from Willow's face. Her eyes turned black. "Ouvre la porte!"

Glory sensed the change in the ball, but it was too quick, even for her. In a fraction of an instant, it turned to resemble golden water, then flowed along her arm. Quickly, it coated the whole of her body and turned solid. Frozen in place, Glory looked like a golden statue of herself.

Willow got to her feet and dusted off her trousers. With a grin, she looked into the God's eyes. "Armand the Bedevilled invented these orbs to transport his castle across great distances. Unfortunately, through the passage of time, the instructions on how to control where it moves the object, have been lost. Sorry. I hope you don't end up anywhere nasty."

With an evil little smile, she balled her fists and knocked them together. "Ferme!" 

The golden form of Glory burst into a liquid spray, and sank into the floor.

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As Buffy hacked down one of Glory's minions, she saw Spike shove Xander aside and bolt from the room. Trusting her friends to mop up the few remaining minions, Buffy sped after the vampire. Down the corridor to the stairs, they raced. Bounding up the stone steps, Buffy's fingers brushed against his back, just failing to grip. Almost together, they burst out into the main entryway of the sanitorium. As Spike ran for the doorway, Buffy launched herself forwards, feet first, and scissored the vampire with her legs. Down they crashed. The impact of the fall knocked the axe from her hand and it skidded away.

Like two panthers, they sprung up and circled one another.

"You're going to pay for what you've done, Spike."

"Oh, come on, Slayer. Is that the best you can do? What happened to all the witty banter?"

"Banter this!" She punched him on the nose.

Reeling, Spike dropped back and swept her legs from under her. With a lunge, he jumped onto her chest and straddled her. His hands closed about her wrists and he pinned them to the floor. With a leer, he dropped his gaze from her face to her breasts.

"Nice tits, Buffy!" he said, smiling.

"Enjoy the freebie while you can. Your gonna be dust in a minute."

"Oh, don't be so sure. You know, once the ceremony was over, I intended you, me and Faith to have a private little party of our own."

"Never!"

"Oh, yes. And you'd have been willing, too."

"Not a chance."

"Well, sort of willing, anyway. I brought a little potion with me called Aphrodite's Wine, that causes an instant sexual arousal. I thought, a few drops for you, a few drops for Faith, then I'd slip you both a length of the Big Bad. OOOFFFF!"

Buffy rammed her knees into his back. He was thrown forward, and she rolled from under him. Crouching on all fours, Spike turned to look at her. Which brought his face into a nice position for her swinging foot.

As he tumbled across the hallway, Buffy followed, kicking him again. With a roar, his features morphed into the vampire and he struck her legs. Staggering back, Buffy skipped over his feet and blocked several combination punches. Back and forth across the entryway they battled. Blow after blow was blocked, countered or landed home. Ducking beneath his swinging fist, Buffy landed a solid punch to his stomach. Like a machine, she followed it with hit after hit after hit. Spike was driven back against a wall and was powerless to stop the rain of fists. She struck him all over his body. It was when she was aiming for his groin, but hit his pants pocket, that she felt something glass-like shatter. As she withdrew her fist, she saw that it, and his trousers, were stained with a luminous orange liquid.

Waves of desire filled her. She could feel her pussy tingle and flood with juice. The flesh of her labia tickled and swelled. Her nipples hardened and throbbed in the cool air. All she could think about was the burning desire to get a cock inside of her. Staring at Spike's crotch, she saw his prick thicken beneath his pants.

With an animal growl, he clasped her upper arms. His face was, once more, that of the handsome man. His eyes bore into her and they drank in her nakedness. Roughly, he pulled her to him, and crushed his lips against her. With a fervour of her own, Buffy worked her mouth against his. Her tongue fought it's way inside his mouth and slithered along his own. Eagerly, he grasped it between his lips and sucked hard, tasting her. She was sweet, like honey.

His fingers slid along the side of her face and combed her hair back. Once they reached the rear of her head, they tightened against her, and held her face to his. 

"Ohhh, Spike!" she moaned.

Both his hands dropped to caress her back and trace the ridge of her spine. He cupped the gentle swell of her buttocks, squeezing the soft flesh. His fingertips found that wonderful little slope, where her buttocks descended to her inner thighs. Little circular movements led his fingers underneath her. She stiffened against him and ground her lips on him with renewed vigour, when his finger circled her arsehole.

"MMMmmmm." she breathed, closing her eyes as she hugged him tighter.

A tiny smile crossed his lips as she shivered under his caresses. Reaching further, his finger slid into the slick folds of her pussy. It was very wet. Juice coated the puffy flesh and, quickly, his finger. Back and forth, he slid the length of his digit along her molten crevice. Pleasure rose in him as he felt her hips buck, involuntarily, when he reached her sopping hole.

Taking her lips away from him, she looked up into his eyes. Searching deep, she raised her hand and stroked his spiky white hair. "Put them inside me. Fuck me with your fingers, Spike. Push them into me. I want to feel you inside of me."

A growl of lust burst from him, as he thrust his tongue back into her mouth. Two fingers slid along her slick track and corkscrewed into her. Wet, warmth enveloped him as he sank them deep into her cunt. Juices squelched and ran down the back of his hand. When he was as deep in her as he could get, he curled his fingeritips and stroked the front wall of her vagina. Soft, hot folds of flesh slithered around him. Her legs quivered, slightly. Around and around, he stirred the inside of her. Warm, sticky juices bubbled in there, as he squished around.

"Ohhh!"

Buffy dropped her head and rested her cheek against his bare chest. Their mingled sweat smudged the black sigil.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers back to her hot little entrance, stroking the whole length of her inner walls as he did so. Once he had only the tips still in her, he paddled his fingers in her sticky honey. With a wry smile, he lifted them to her lips. Without hesitation, Buffy slid them into her mouth and sucked at them. It tickled as her tongue worked between them, seeking all of her nectar. Spike shivered with lust at the sucking noises she made. Her lips chased his fingers as he took them from her and returned them to her sex.

Firmly, he thrust them back and forth in her. Against his chest, he could feel her cheek bunch as she smiled in pleasure. This time, he lifted his fingers to his own mouth. She watched as he stuck his tongue out and licked their length. Oh, she was so sweet! Hungrily, he sucked them deep and savoured her juice. When he put his fingers back inside her again, he did it from the front. He curved the palm of his hand, so that it cupped her whole vulva. As his fingers worked back and forth, his hand rubbed against her clit. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.




Buffy & The Corrupter Ch. 06



"OOOHHhhh, Sppiiiikke! That feels soooo nice!"

"Don't it just, Love."

The way her fleshy pudenda moved beneath his grinding hand was sending him to paradise. Her body was a mass of little shakes and quivers, as her passion mounted.

Suddenly, she put her hands on his chest and pushed herself away from him. With a sucking noise, his fingers left her. For a moment, he thought that she was regaining her senses. Then, she dropped to her knees before him and her hands began to fumble with his belt. With haste, she tore his leather trousers open and pulled them down to his knees.

His hard cock reared before her.

Buffy paused to look at it. A long, thick, smooth shaft ended in a bulbous head. Using just her thumb and forefinger, she held it by it's root. She looked up into Spike's eyes. Opening her mouth, Buffy pushed her tongue out, holding it flat, like a welcome mat. With glacial slowness, she moved her head forward and enveloped him with her mouth. So slowly did she do this, that first he felt her breath warm him, then her hot tongue brushed the underside of his shaft, before her burning mouth claimed him. Slowly, she slid him deeper. Her eyes never left his.

Pulling back, she worked her lips along his shaft, coating it with saliva. As his glans slid from her mouth, she flicked it with her tongue and then sucked it back in. With delicious slowness, she fed him deeper into her mouth. A jolt of bliss hit him, as he felt her press his glans against the back of her mouth and gulp him deeper. The tight ring of her throat gripped his cockhead. Opening her jaw, she worked him in further. He groaned, as he felt more of his length descend into her throat.

"Ohhh God, Buffy!"

His eyes rolled up and he tilted his head back against the wall.

Her lips nuzzled against his pubic bone. All his meat was in her. The tight muscles of her throat rippled against him. With equal slowness, she pulled away from him. Oh! The feeling he got, as his cock popped from the back of her throat was amazing. Her dainty fingers lifted his shaft, and turning her head slightly, she licked the underside of his stalk. With feather-like strokes, she tickled the sensitve frenum on his glans. His cock jerked as she did.

He was slick with a mixture of his pre-cum and her saliva. It dripped from his shaft in long ropes. As his eyes met hers, once more, she raised her eyebrow in a mischievous gesture, and licked up the strands of spittle. With lust, he grasped the top of her head, and steered her mouth back onto him. With rapid bobs, she sucked him in and out. The tight ring of her lips caressed his length.

An animal groan escaped him. He reached down and snatched her up into his arms. Easily, he carried her across the foyer. With one arm, he swept the dusty clutter from the reception desk and shoved her down. Quickly, he grasped her knees and lifted them. She reached forward and took hold of his throbbing dick, guiding it into her cunt. Both of them sighed as he ploughed into her. His thickness stretched her and her pussy gripped him tightly. All the way into her, he slid. As his hips squashed her labia against him, he stirred them in a circle, feeling all of her depths.

One of her hands gripped the edge of the desk for support, as the other swept her blonde locks away from her face. Curling her stomach, she arched to look at the place their bodies joined. Her cunt lips were red and puffy, hugging that wonderful prick. Juices glistened as he began to slide in and out of her. The fingers of one of his hands tightened on her buttocks, as those of his other sought her breasts.

Roughly, he pinched her nipple and then grasped her firm tit. His fingers pulsed on her, driving her mad with desire.

Back and forth his hips swung. Little squelches accompanied his flesh slithering inside of her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she endured that wonderful pounding. Thrusts of her own tried to sink him deeper. In and out of her he drove. She thrilled, as each stroke slammed her tender clit against his body. The feeling of his bulbous cockhead, reaming her depths, was sheer heaven. On and on he went, his rhythm steady. He fucked into her again and again. Her eyes were closed as she savoured the delightful feeling of his rutting.

Suddenly, she felt empty as he pulled out of her.

"Wh...?"

Roughly, he grabbed her. With the strength of the vampire, he spun her easily. She gasped as he turned her facedown against the desk and her hips bumped it's edge. She could feel the coldness of the stone floor as her toes brushed it. With a grip like steel, he grasped her shoulder and pulled her back onto his cock. He pressed down, and her breasts squashed against the wooden surface.

Like a piston, he fucked her. From behind, his cock could slide even deeper into her molten heart. Her buttocks quivered with each slap of his hips. Deeper and deeper, he seemed to reach. Ecstasy made her throw her head back and moan. That wonderful, thick meat of his ploughed her like a whore. She felt the cold fingers of his free hand clutch onto her hips and drag her against him.

Her head arched upwards and her eyes closed. The bliss she felt was wonderful. Her whole body seemed to concentrate on the feeling of her cunt being shafted. Each long drag of his rigid flesh against her tender skin sent thrills through her.

Snarling, he twisted his hand in her long blonde hair. Using it like reins, he bent her upper body backwards. A gasp of delight slipped from her. Spike grinned as he saw she was his, completely. He fucked her harder. The sounds of slapping flesh, juices squelching and orgasmic moaning, filled the hallway.

"OOHHH, YEEESSSS! SPIKE, I'M CUMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!"

Furiously, her little cunt began to squirm around him. His plunging cock felt her pussy walls writhe and roll. Soft flesh gripped him like a tiny hand. Her fingers tightened on the edge of the desk, and part of it splintered away. The shivering of her body rippled through him. With a cry, he pushed his cock as deep into that twitching heaven as he could. Hot spunk burst from him. It pumped in thick, creamy waves into her thrashing womb. Jet after jet spat into her.

Like a pair of statues, they froze in their shared delight. Slowly, Spike sank his face against her sweat drenched back. Her body shook as she gasped for breath. Long moments passed.

As he pulled his softening prick from her, she gave a little groan of reluctance.

"Hey!" She jerked as he slapped her arse.

"That was very nice, Pet. I knew you'd like a piece of the Big Bad." 

Buffy grinned and looked at him over her shoulder. He buckled up his trousers as she turned to sit on the edge of the desk.

Across the entryway, they heard voices on the basement stairs.

Gently, he kissed her lips, and then, with a wink, he darted out of the door.

Buffy used her middle finger to trace the tingling lenght of her slit. As her fingertip touched her hole, she felt his hot, sticky cream drip from her. With a slight shake of her head and a little giggle, she lifted her finger to her mouth and sucked it clean. Just as she popped it from her mouth, her friends entered the room. Xander and Anya had their arms around each other. Willow was cupping Tara's face and checking out a deep purple bruise. Faith had that cocky swagger that she usually produced, when she had enjoyed a good fight.

"Hey, Bee. We cleared up down there, did you dust the peroxide pest?"

Still perched on the edge of the desk, Buffy shook her head. "Naw, he got lucky this time."

Her lips parted in a warm smile as she remembered just how lucky Spike had got.

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Deep in a mountain, on the other side of the world, there was a cave. Water slowly dripped from it's roof and ran down the walls.

Glory looked at her right arm. From just before her elbow, it disappeared into the rockface.

"Okay. Now I'm a little upset."

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FROM THE AUTHOR

That concludes The Corrupter series. I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you thought.

Once again, I would like to thank ALIEN47 for taking the time to edit my work. It has been such a great help to me. Ta. 



Buffy & The Daughters of Gaia Ch. 01



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The five naked young women stood on the points of an imaginary pentagram. A small breeze ruffled their jet black hair. The forest glade was unnaturally quiet; no birds sang, and no leaves rustled. The only sound that could be heard was the incantation that the girls were murmuring. While four of them continued their chant, one turned on the spot and knelt before a large, gnarled old oak tree. She raised her arms to the tree.

"Spirit of Oak, Lurker in the Woods, hear our call. By Gaia's will, we summon you. As is Gaia's will, we appease you. Appear and receive our gift. Eat and then bless us."

Two of the other girls left their position and went to the naked young man who was lying on his back, to one side of the clearing. He was sweaty and breathing hard. As they approached, he looked up at one, smiling. "Hey, Beth, give me a minute would ya?" He looked to the other girl. "You know, honey, I didn't realise anyone could fuck like that."

The girls took an arm each, and helped him stand up. They led him over to the oak tree. As he walked, he looked at his girlfriend. She was on either side of him, stood in two places in the glade, and knelt before the tree. Deep down, he knew that she could not be in five places at once, but somehow, it didn't seem important. When he reached the tree, the Beth there stood up. She lifted her hand to his eyes. From the palm of her hand, there was a brief spark of light, and the glamour ended. Suddenly, his vision seemed to waver. He couldn't understand what he saw. Where, a moment before had stood several versions of his girlfriend, there was now five completely different, naked young women. He squinted at the beauty in front of him. The red tip to her black ponytail seemed familiar.

"Megan?"

With just two fingers, she touched his neck. Icy chills flooded through his body, and he dropped to his knees, unable to move. There was a creaking noise from the old tree. Two black, pit-like eyes opened on it's trunk. Jagged bark formed fangs, as a large maw smiled at him. The man screamed.

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Dawn felt the early morning sunlight warm her body. She pulled the sheets off herself and lay on her bed, naked. She had woken up feeling so horny. With her finger and thumb, she squeezed her nipple, giving it a roll. Changing to just the tip of her finger, she drew circles on the top of the stiffening bud.

A sigh slipped from her and she smiled. Closing her eyes, she remembered how the nipple had appeared as Tara smeared it with Giles' cum.

The thought sent tingles racing thru her groin. Almost with a mind of it's own, her free hand slid along her belly, then dipped into the folds of her pussy. She nipped her lower lip with her teeth as she felt the wetness between her thighs. The puffy lips of her quim slid around her finger as she traced it up and down her slick slit. Her thighs parted to allow her hand better access.

With a moan, Dawn slipped the tips of two fingers inside her cunny. Warm juices coated them. She stroked the soft flesh and, at the same time, pinched her nipple. She recalled the wonderful feeling of Giles' cock sliding along her pussy lips as she had wanked him with her thighs.

"Ohhh."

With firm, circular strokes, she ran a finger around the opening to her cunt. The flesh was hot and sticky with her juices. She lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it clean.

Rolling over onto her stomach, she ground her hips into the bed. Her small feet waved in the air as she pressed her groin down. Hunching slightly, she slipped a hand underneath herself and began to rub her throbbing clit. She could feel her long brown hair draped like a curtain across her face as a sunbeam warmed it. Dawn stiffened three of her fingers and rubbed them back and forth across her tingling love button.

Little whimpers of pleasure mixed with the creak of the bed springs.

Faster and harder, she rubbed her tender young pussy. As her fingers slid from her clit, upwards along her slit, they dipped into her opening. Quickly, she flicked them back out again, to return to her throbbing bud.

"OOHHH"

The mood was broken, when she heard her sister call up from downstairs. "Dawn, if you want a lift to college, you'd better hurry up."

With a sigh of frustration, Dawn rolled onto her back and swept her hair out from her eyes. She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Shaking her head, she hopped off the bed and pulled on a small pair of white panties. Grabbing a towel, she headed for the bathroom.

Willow was perched on the edge of the bath, drying her girlfriend's hair with a towel. Tara was sat on the floor before her, leaning back against her legs. They had obviously just had a shower, condensation clung to the walls.

"Hey, Dawnie."

"Hi."

Dawn washed her hands and face. The cool water felt refreshing. Squeezing some paste onto her toothbrush, she began to clean her teeth. In the mirror, she could see Willow gently stroke Tara's face. Pausing her vigorous brushing, Dawn turned to the witches.

"Arh you guyds goh ning to de Madgic Shopff, layder?"

Tara looked up at Willow. "Ah, ancient Sumerian. A seldom used, but very powerful language."

Willow beamed her a grin. "Darn' tootin'. Dawnie here is a wiccan first class. That was an old summoning spell she just cast."

"Yes, mainly used in the difficult summoning of the dreaded frothy lip foam," Tara nodded.

"Or for the equally nasty, but rather more common, teased-teenager-scowl."

Buffy stuck her head around the door. "Did you hear me, Dawn? Hurry up. I've gotta go."

"See," said Willow, unable to resist. "It even summons Mystical Warriors!"

Dawn rolled her eyes and spat into the basin.

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All through the day's classes, Dawn couldn't shake her arousal. Lectures faded as she daydreamed about what she wanted to do with Giles. Freeing him from The Corrupter's power had been so wonderful, that she craved a repeat performance. Dozen's of saucy ideas and scenarios filled her mind. If Janice hadn't nudged her, she wouldn't even have realised that the class was over.

"Are you okay, Dawn? You've been distant all day."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She gathered up her books and they stepped out into the hallway. "So, how are things going with you and Bobby?"

Janice shrugged. "He wants to take me to the cinema, tonight."

Dawn looked at her friend's slightly unsure face. "And that's a bad thing because..?"

"Well, Jack offered to take me for a drive in his car."

"Jack?" Dawn's mouth dropped open in shock. "Jack, as in Bobby's older brother Jack! The gorgeous hunk of a marine?"

Grinning wickedly, Janice nodded.

"Gee, Janice. Your such a..OOOFFF!"

School books flew through the air as Dawn was knocked off her feet by the falling figure of a girl. Both of them crashed to the floor. Groaning, Dawn propped herself up on her elbows, to see who had knocked her down. It was Bethany Morris.

"Sorry, sorry, my fault. So sorry," the girl rambled, as she tried to find her spectacles. Dawn picked them up and handed them to her. Then she heard a familiar, sneering voice.

"No wonder you can't see where you're going, with them beer bottles on, Morris. You should be more careful. You're such a klutz. It's no wonder that Chad left town rather than carry on with the embarrassment of having you for a girlfriend." Several girls snickered.

Dawn sighed as she looked up at Megan and her cronies. These girls gave Goths a bad name. They were all dressed alike; miniskirts, blouses, knee length boots, studded leather dog collars and bracelets. Everything in the obligatory black. Their make up was also black, and those that didn't have it naturally, had dyed their hair to match. The only bit of colour on the five, was the bright red tip to Megan's ponytail. 

Megan still had her foot outstretched. Moving forwards, she stepped onto a book that Beth was trying to pick up. "You know, nerd, it's amazing that Chad would stoop so low, just to win a bet."

Pushing her spectacles up her nose, in a gesture that was so like Giles, Bethany looked up at her tormentor. "Wh..what bet?"

Megan was a stunningly beautiful young woman. Not even the expression of malicious delight could hide that fact. "Didn't you know? The only reason that Chad Parker agreed to go out with a geek like you, was because his fellow jocks were running a contest. Pick a pig. Whoever dated the ugliest girl won the pot. Fifty bucks, I'm told."

Beth's lip quivered and her eyes brimmed with tears. "That's not true. He said he loved me."

Megan clapped her hands with joy. "Oh, no. You believed him! That scores him double points!"

Dawn had heard enough. She got to her feet and stepped between the pair. "That's it. Leave her alone."

Meg looked surprised and then scowled. "Butt out, Summers."

"Why don't you crawl back under the rock that you came from?"

Megan's hand sliced in for a slap. Being the Slayer's sister had some perks. As Buffy had shown her, Dawn grasped the other girl's thumb and twisted. Megan's arm flipped over and she squealed as Dawn bent it at the elbow and forced the girl away from her. The Goth shook her sore wrist and looked daggers at her. "You'll pay for that, you interfering bitch!"

Dawn looked from side to side. The other four members of Megan's group surrounded her. Jody and Kim to her left, Mary and Ruth to her right. Uh-oh. This was not good. Just when she was expecting a pounding, a large form slipped between the black clad girls.

"Hey, Dawn," said Xander. "Buffy was a little busy, so she asked if I could give you a lift." He wasn't looking at her though; he was staring straight into the eyes of Megan. He folded his arms across his muscular chest. For a moment, there was a tense silence; then Megan snorted and stalked off down the corridor. Slowly, her friends followed.

Once they had gone, Dawn sagged with relief.

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Ruth hurried after Meg. "Wait Megan! You're not going to let her get away with that, are you?"

"No way. We've got some research to do. We'll teach Summers not to mess with The Daughters of Gaia."

Kim caught up to her friends. "I think I can help with that. When Morris knocked her flying, Dawn dropped this." She held up a small silk scarf.

Megan grinned. "A personal item. Just what we need. Well done Kim."

Kimberly almost glowed with the praise. 

Meg turned to look at her coven as she absently tugged on the end of her ponytail. "And, do you know what else. I think we've just had a volunteer for our next male sacrifice!"

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Buffy looked at the devastation in the Magic Shop. The Sorval demon had really trashed the place. "Gee, Giles. Your insurance premiums must be through the roof."

The Englishman took off his spectacles and massaged his nose. "Yes, they are, rather."

The rest of the Scoobies were busy on the familiar task of cleaning up the debris. Anya was sweeping up the shattered remains of some fertility idols. Willow and Tara were trying, but failing, to lift a fallen bookcase. Faith walked over and righted it, one handed. She flashed a grin at the two witches. Willow returned a half-hearted smile.

Dawn walked into the shop, clutching her small pink backpack. "Wow, did I miss one of Buffy's birthday parties?"

Across the shop, Buffy placed both her hands on her hips and gave her sister a hard stare. Dawn shrugged and slung her pack onto the round table. "Okay, Giles, what can I do to help?"

The Watcher looked up from the book he was reading. "Hmm? Oh. Yes. Well. Perhaps you could start by sorting out some of the spilled spell components."

Sure that no one else could see, Dawn blew him a kiss. His shocked, flustered expression made her grin. She then sauntered behind the counter. Her smile turned to dismay. "Urgh! What a mess." Kneeling beside two broken jars, she began to separate bee's wings from spider's legs.

"Coming through!" Xander walked in, carrying a plank of wood on one of his shoulders. His tool belt swung at his hips. "As long as there have been breakages, there has been The Carpenter. One man in all the world to find the shattered timber where it lies and stop the spread of splinters and the swell of rubble. He is The Carpenter."

Buffy cuffed him across the back of his head. "Sacred duty, yadda, yadda, yadda. Now, make with the shelving, O Chosen One."

Giles laid the large, dusty book down on the table. "I still can't find much information on Sorval demons. Perhaps if you could explain why this one wants to kill you Anya?"

Faith hopped up and sat on the glass counter. "You mean for some reason other than the fact that he's met her?"

Buffy had to press her lips together tightly to prevent a smile. Anya stopped her sweeping and rested her elbow on the top of the broom. "It's nothing, really."

The gang stood in silence, waiting for her to continue. Finally, Anya took the hint.

"I met him about four hundred and sixty years ago. Bullthrax, that's his name, was having quite a nice time, back then. He had a small cult that worshipped him, even sacrificing virgins in his name. The cult was led by a man named Darius. He was quite the charmer. Everything was going well, until Darius took an interest in one of the servant girls at the local tavern. When his betrothed found out about them, she called on me. She was heartbroken that he could cheat on her. Her one wish, was that he wouldn't ever love anyone else, giving his whole heart to her, and her alone."

"That's kind of romantic, don't you think?" said Dawn. Then she saw the look of disgust on her friend's faces. "Oh. OOOHHH! Eewww! Y...you didn't?"

Anya shrugged. "It's not my fault that she was so specific. I'm a Vengance Demon, after all. It's what I do. Anyway, without the charm of Darius to lead them, the cult slowly broke up. Bullthrax was furious. For some reason he seems to blame me."

"But why has it taken him nearly five hundred years to come looking for payback?" Buffy asked.

Giles had walked over to stand behind the counter. "Well, Buffy. Vengance demons are really quite powerful creatures. They live in the folds between dimensions, realities and time. While Anya still had her powers, always teleporting from place to place, she would have been almost impossible to track. This Bullthrax must have located her during the couple of years that she was human."

Xander put down his hammer. "But, she's got her powers back now. How could he find her?"

"More than likely, he can't. Finding friends, love and a steady job have kept her in one place for much longer than ever before. It's possible that Bullthrax was just searching his last known location for her. Unfortunately, we can't rely on her ability to teleport to keep her out of his way forever."

"Okay, any idea where I can find him, so that I can slay him?"

Anya looked thoughtful. "Well, he did always like to live in dark crypts. He though it made him more scary."

"Great. Another night searching in moldy graveyards. Why can't we ever meet a demon that likes to live in The Espresso Pump or better yet, a clothes shop?"

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Giles felt very uneasy. Buffy and Faith had left to search for the Sorval demon. Xander had asked Willow and Tara to spend the night at his place, to help protect Anya. That left Giles alone with Dawn. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this nervous.

The young woman walked to the door of the Magic Shop and locked it. She turned and looked over her shoulder at the Watcher. He saw her run the tip of her tongue along her upper lip. He gulped.

"Ah, n..now Dawn. Why don't you do some studying, while I try to find out more about this demon." He shuffled some books. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her slink towards him. From the other side of the counter, she placed her hands on top of his. He looked up into her sparkling eyes. He knew what she wanted.

"No Dawn. We can't. I won't."

She gave him a beautiful little smile. "Come on now, Giles. You know our deal. I don't tell Buffy what we had to do, and you let me do it again."

He could feel his heart pounding as he looked at her. "No, that's what you said. I didn't agree to that." His hand trembled as she lightly stroked it with her fingernails.

"Sure you did. You didn't tell Buffy about your brush with Brakkhan did you? That means you don't want her to know. So, we have a deal."

"But Dawn, I'm old enough to be your father."

"Giles, I'm not looking for a Daddy."

She lifted his hand and pressed it against her small breast. He could feel her stiff nipple through her blouse. Like a small drum, her heart beneath the soft flesh of her tit. She held her hand over his, keeping him there. Looking into his eyes, she knew the words to get the reaction she wanted.

"You want me, don't you, MISTER Giles?"

"This body is only just nineteen years old, and it belongs to you."

"Take it and do anything you want to. I'm yours. Body and soul. Any wish you want. Any fantasy you have."

She raised his hand to her lips and kissed his palm. Unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse, she slid his hand inside. Now, only the lace of her bra stood between her skin and his.

"Feel how soft and firm my tits are, Giles."

Movement against the front of his trousers caught her eye. Good. It's working. 

"Wouldn't you like to feel my juicy little pussy? I've been thinking of you all day. It's made my little honey pot so very wet."

Giles couldn't help himself. The combination of such a beautiful, innocent looking young woman saying such erotic things stirred him. His fingers closed around her breast and caressed her. Her ruby lips parted in a smile of triumph.

"MMmmm, that's nice."

She finally took her hand away from the back of his. His hand stayed where it was, fingers tracing the edges of her bra. Looking up into his eyes, Dawn slowly began to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse. Gradually, her firm, flat belly came into view. The contrast between her tanned skin, and the black lace of her bra, was delightful. She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse slipped to the floor. Then, his fingers suddenly closed on thin air, as she stepped backwards. With one finger, she beckoned him to come out from behind the counter.

Moving slowly, he followed her. Kicking off her shoes, Dawn swayed her hips. The way his eyes followed her crotch made her smile. With a sharp flick, she unsnapped the buckle of her belt. Rolling her hips, she slid the leather strap through its loops and tossed it onto the counter. Giles swallowed as she began to undo the buttons of her fly. As the last one was released, Dawn arched her back and slipped her hand inside her jeans. Her eyes closed and he could see her breathe deeply as she rubbed her pussy.


"Oh, Giles. My knickers are soaking."

The denim of her crotch undulated as her hand worked beneath it. For nearly a minute, she seemed lost in her self pleasuring. Opening her eyes, she pulled her hand out. Lifting it, she wiggled the wet fingers at him. Stepping closer to her, he lowered his lips to her hand and licked at the juices. Grinning, she pushed a finger into his mouth and gasped as he sucked at it.

With a giggle, she stood on tip toe, until her mouth was a hair's width from his. She slipped her finger out of his mouth and covered his lips with her own. Animal lust washed through him. He snatched hold of her hips and dragged her against him. Hungrily, his lips roamed across hers. With a moan, her lips parted and her tongue slid into his mouth. He sucked on it, tasting her sweetness. One of his hands pressed into the base of her back and the other travelled upwards, to bury itself in her long brown hair. Cupping the back of her head, he held her mouth against his. Long moments passed, as their tongues fought and their saliva mingled.




Buffy & The Daughters of Gaia Ch. 01



Pressing her hand against his chest, she pushed him away. Never taking her eyes off his, she stepped back and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her jeans. Her hips swayed as she pushed the tight denim down her thighs. Black silk panties clung to her cunt. Daintily sidestepping, she kicked the jeans away. Turning slowly, she let him look at her young body. Gentle curves flowed along her legs and rose into the small mounds of her buttocks. The flawless arch of her back ran up her body and spread across her smooth shoulders. As she turned further, the swell of her small breasts came back into view. His eyes followed the dip of her cleavage up into the hollow of her throat. Raising his gaze still further, he saw that she was watching him with a delighted smile.

"Do you like what you see?"

He nodded, speechless.

Reaching up, her hands took hold of the small cups of her bra. Pressing them together, she released the front catch. Ever so slowly, she drew the two halves apart. Tanned, young skin melted into firm, pink nipples. Opening her arms wide, Dawn shucked the bra from her shoulders. It slithered down her back and slipped to the floor. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. 

"How about what you see, now?"

Eagerly, he nodded, again.

With a coy glance from under her fringe, Dawn hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties. Teasingly, she paused. She could see that he was bursting with desire for her. His eyes flicked back and forth from her crotch to her face. As she dragged the flimsy silk down, she could hear his moan. Lifting one foot, then the other, she stepped out of her panties. Seductively, she lifted the damp silk and rubbed it across her stiff nipples.

Giles looked at the slick, bare lips of her pussy. She was shaved smooth. Her labia were swollen and flushed pink with arousal. The puffy flesh gaped slightly. Wet juices sparkled on her lips. 

Quickly, he began to remove his clothes. Dawn wafted her wet panties under her nose as she watched him. The muscles of his chest flexed as he drew off his shirt. Training Buffy kept him in tip top shape. His tweed jackets and stuffy manner hid the body of an athlete. She licked her lips as he unbuckled his belt and took off his trousers. Freed, his large prick waved before him.

She remembered the feel and taste of that wonderful, hot cock. Its smooth shaft swelled into a large head that leaked clear pre-cum from it's tip. Casting her panties aside, she stepped forwards and knelt before him. Gingerly, she took hold of his thick shaft. For a moment, she just admired it, watching as a drop of his juice squeezed out of the slit on the end of his glans. It ran down the curve of his flesh and hung, glistening, beneath his cock head. Sticking out her tongue, she caught it and drew it into her mouth.

"MMmhhh mmm."

Swiftly, she moved her face forwards. Her lips parted and his glans slipped into her mouth. With flickering strokes of her tongue, she bathed his meat in her saliva. He groaned as she slid her lips further down his throbbing shaft. Dawn sucked him tenderly. She loved the feel of his hot flesh in her mouth, and the salty taste of his love juices was heaven.

Giles looked down at the top of her head. Her long brown hair hung around her face. Gently, he lifted one side of it and hooked it behind her ear. Her eyes flicked up to his as she slid her mouth back and forth on him. He groaned in pleasure as his length disappeared into her mouth and her tongue danced along his stalk. With soft nibbles, she took him as deep as she could.

By themselves, his hands took hold of her face. Holding her still, he began to buck his hips, thrusting himself into her young mouth. Obediently, she knelt there, as he used her face like a cunt. His clear juices dribbled down her chin, to dangle in thin ropes down to her breasts.

"Ohh Dawn, you're a good girl."

He looked down into her sparkling eyes, as his thick cock slid back and forth between her ruby lips.

"Such a goooood girl."

As he thrust deep into her, he could feel her slither her tongue around his cock. It was nearly too much. He could feel his balls tightening. Quickly, he stepped back, drawing his length from that sucking heaven. Her face crinkled in a look of disappointment.

Taking her hand, he helped her stand up. Grasping her shoulder, he turned her until her back was to him. Then, pushing firmly, he bent her forward across the round table where they did all the research. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders as she looked back at him. He could see the excitement and desire in her eyes. He leant over her back to kiss her. His cock left a sticky, wet trail as it slithered along her skin. It felt like a fiery bar on her back as his body trapped it against her. Their lips smothered each other. As he lifted his mouth from hers, his hands encircled her waist. Tenderly, he planted a kiss between her shoulder blades.

He could feel her small body shiver as he began to kiss his way down her spine. She stretched her arms across the table and her hands gripped the edge. Her buttocks quivered as his hands slid down and parted them. With feather-like kisses he slipped his mouth from her back and descended onto her soft cheeks. Closing her eyes, she focused on each tender touch of his lips.

"AAAhhhhh," she gasped as his tongue traced its way into the crease of her buttocks. Dragging it lower, he licked the length of her crack. As it slid onto the puckered flesh of her arsehole, she bucked, violently.

"OOHH GILES!"

Giving little stabs, he played with the trembling flesh. She squirmed against the side of the table. Pressing firmer, he pushed his tongue into her. Her hand slapped loudly on the table. With a groan, she lowered her face to the polished wood and lost herself in the bliss. Bolts of electric joy shot through her pussy as he thrust his tongue in and out of her. She could feel the roughness of his cheeks against her buttocks as he nuzzled her. Firm fingers dug into her soft flesh and spread her wider. Again, she spasmed wildly, as his lapping tongue changed to drawing small circles around her forbidden hole.

Turning his head, Giles planted a kiss on the gentle slope of her left buttock. Then he began to slide his tongue lower still. With a gasp, she felt him slither into the sopping folds of her pussy. Hot waves of lust pulsed through her. Gasps of delight came tumbling from her lips. Giles licked down the full length of her sodden slit. At the bottom, he kissed her throbbing clitoris.

"OOHHH!"

Crashing waves of bliss were making her hips writhe so much that she kept dislodging his mouth. To hold her steady, he had to grip her waist, again. Slicing through the soft folds of her labia, he speared his tongue deep into her hot cunt. Both her hands beat against the table as she squealed in delight. She had been so turned on all day, that now she was delirious under his expert teasing. Around and around the crinkled walls of her pussy he licked. Juices coated her thighs and his face. Her sweet taste made him hungry for more.

Spreading her even further, he buried his tongue as deep in her twitching cunny as he could.

"OOHHH! OHHH, FUCK!"

"THAT'S IT! TONGUE MY LITTLE PUSSY! LICK MY CUNT!"

Dawn was gripping the edge of the table again. Her hands were squeezing so tight that her knuckles were white. Relentlessly, he tongue fucked her. Trembles that started in her thighs soon spread to her whole body.

"OOHHHHHH, I'M CUUUMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGGGG!"

Her small body bucked violently, several times. Moans and gasps merged into incoherent whimpers. Hot juices gushed into his mouth. Mercilessly, he swirled his tongue around her tender clit as she bounced in the throws of her orgasm. High pitched squeals filled the air.

Finally, he sat back on the floor and looked at her. She lay bent over the table as the ecstasy chased around her body, slowly dwindling. Her skin was coated with a sheen of sweat that glistened as she gasped for breath. For what seemed like forever, she lay there, lost in her own world. A grin of satisfaction spread across Giles' face.

Eventually, she weakly pushed herself upright. Using two hands, she smoothed the hair from where it was plastered to her face. She looked in awe at the Watcher. He was sat with his back against the shop counter, his still hard cock sticking up. Wordlessly, she slipped onto his lap. Thrills ran through him as he felt her damp pussy lips press down on the upper side of his prick. He could feel his cock head sticking out from under her soft buttocks. Both her hands rose to cup his cheeks and she kissed him. It was a soft and gentle kiss that conveyed oceans of feeling. Pecking at his lips, she drew her mouth back and gazed into his eyes.

"I've never felt anything like that before," she whispered.

A smile broke across his face. "Funnily enough, I could tell."

Once more, her lips sought his. Her kiss was so tender. Tracing grooves in her sweat, his fingers caressed her back. Gently, her teeth nipped his lower lip as she pulled back, again.

"I'm yours forever."

He flashed her an uncharacteristic cheeky grin. "Prove it."

"Anything."

"Let me fill that sweet mouth with my spunk."

Her fingers danced down his chest, to tweak his nipples. "That's easy. I intended to do that anyway."

Moving her mouth to his throat, she kissed him and began to trace a path down his chest. Sliding her hips backwards, she felt his hot length bump against her still tender pussy lips. She giggled into his belly button when his cock sprang free and hit her with a wet thwap. Bobbing her head, she caught his swaying shaft between her lips and sucked him in.

The glass front of the counter rattled as his head bumped it. He closed his eyes and felt every nerve in his body centre on the feeling of her warm mouth. She gulped his length deeper. Delicious thrills ran along the length of his cock. The slurping noises she made were heavenly. Her hair tickled his thighs as she worked his shaft. Quickly, his lust mounted back to its peak. Giles had to admit that she seemed to have a natural talent for sucking cock.

With a groan, he began to pump thick wads of cum into her receptive mouth. Jet after jet shot into her throat. Eagerly, she swallowed everything he had to offer. When his spunk slowly stopped gushing, she licked his cock clean. To finish, she covered it with tiny kisses.

Grinning, she sat up and hooked her hair behind her ear. The last drops of his cum were hoovered from her lips.

"Okay, Giles. Time for you to do me a favour."

His eyebrows arched as he looked quizzically at her. "Really? What?"

Lust sparkled in her eyes. "Lick my pussy, again."

Giles nodded his head as he marvelled at the passion of youth.

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Buffy looked around the crypt. Two tombs were placed near the back. At some time in the past, this had been a well looked after place of burial, but neglect had long since taken hold. Dead leaves and dirt were piled around support columns; flag stones were broken and missing. Even the iron door was hanging loose, supported by a single rusty hinge.

"Looks like someone forgot to pay the cleaners."

Stone grated as Faith lifted a large cover slab from one of the tombs. Peering into the darkness beneath, she saw only crumbling bones. Laying the big stone lid back down, she brushed the dirt from her hands.

"You know, Bee? Sometimes being a Slayer's not as much fun as it should be."

Raising an eyebrow, and suppressing a grin, Buffy put her hands on her hips and waited for the explanation.

Faith absently kicked the top off a pile of earth. "I don't mean the constant danger, fights, killing and such. Hell no! That's the fun part. I mean the boring searching and waiting part. You know me, I'm action gal. Give me a couple of vamps and a K'tharsis demon over dull patrolling, any day. Or night, as the case may be."

"Ah, Faith..."

"It's just that I'm not cut out for the boring bits, you know?"

"Er, Faith..."

"People like Giles, Willow and Xander can take care of all the research and stuff. You and me, Babe, we're born fighters. Show us something to slay, and we slay it. No problem."

"FAITH!"

The brunette slayer stopped pacing and looked at Buffy. "What?"

Buffy motioned towards the earth that Faith had kicked. It was bouncing and dancing across the floor, to climb back up to the top of the small mound. All around the crypt, the earth was pouring in little streams across the floor. It was merging together to form bigger rivers, and then running up to the top of the ever increasing pile of dirt. Suddenly, the heap lurched upwards. What had just been an amorphous pile, suddenly took on a vaguely humanoid shape. There were definitely two thick legs, a barrel-like chest and two long arm shapes. The last of the dirt rivers ran up the torso to the neck and formed a rough dome. Like waves, the earth rippled to form two deep eye sockets and a mouth.

When the elemental spoke, it had a voice like grating chalk. "SSSUUMMMMEERRRSSSSSS." 

Buffy did a double take, not believing what she had heard. "Huh?"

Faith, standing between them, looked over her shoulder at Buffy. "Friend of yours?"

With incredible speed for something so bulky, the earth elemental lashed out. Its huge fist smashed into Faith and knocked her across the crypt. Buffy leapt towards the monstrosity and hit it as hard as she could. Her blow knocked a fist sized chunk of earth from the side of its head. When the shower of earth hit the floor, it shivered and then ran back to the creature's leg, where it climbed back up to the new hole, and filled it in.

"Uh-oh! That can't be good."

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FROM THE AUTHOR

I hope you enjoyed this opening for my new series. If you did, please take a moment to send me feedback. The more you can tell me about what things you liked, or didn't, the better. Your emails about my last series inspired me to write this new one. To those of you who made the effort, thank you.

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Buffy & The Daughters of Gaia Ch. 02



NOTE: This story takes place in an alternate Buffyverse, a few years into the future. Faith has remained with the good guys, and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Willow and Tara are still together and Dawn is now at college. Although a separate story, this series follows chronologically from Buffy and The Corrupter.

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Buffy dodged beneath a swinging arm and pummelled the thing's side. Each blow knocked dirt loose, but the stuff just ran back up the creature's body to where it came from. "Hey, that's not fair. You're cheating." 

Again, the monster swung at her and she had to dance backwards, out of range. When she stepped back in again, Faith was beside her. Together, the two Slayers went to work. Punches and kicks knocked chunks from the elemental. Gaping holes appeared in its head and chest. Nothing stopped it, though. Quickly, the earth skipped across the ground and filled in the holes as fast as the girls could make them.

The creature's mighty fist swept at Faith and she ducked. Like a wrecking ball, it smashed stone from one of the crypt's pillars.

Buffy blasted home a spin kick. "It seems to be getting stronger, not weaker. Don't let it connect with one of those!"

Faith grunted as she knocked clumps of earth out of an arm. "Been there, done that! I think it busted a few of my ribs... It sure hurts like hell."

Over and over they hit the elemental. Gradually, even the enhanced muscles of the two Slayers began to tire. It just slowly got larger and larger, gaining strength all the time. Faith seemed to slip into a berserk frenzy. She snarled and started pounding away at the creature's chest. She smacked clump after clump from it, landing each blow in the same place. Concentrating her attention on the same spot enabled her to keep just ahead of the flow of returning dirt. Slowly, the hole she was making got deeper.

As she knocked lumps of soil free, Faith saw something sparkle. Immediately, the returning earth covered it. Dodging blows, she renewed her efforts. This time, as a clod of earth was torn loose; Faith saw the shiny thing more clearly. With a savage cry, she plunged her hand into the elemental's body and grabbed it. Using all her strength, she pulled the thing from the creature's chest. Instantly, the elemental exploded. Both Slayers skidded across the floor under a rain of dirt.

As the debris settled, Buffy propped herself up and looked at Faith, who was grinning.

"Now you see, Bee, that's what I call fun!"

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As the Scoobies gathered around the table, Buffy tossed the object onto its centre. "Okay, guys, what's this?"

Willow, Tara, Anya and Giles recognised it immediately. It was a Gaian totem. Two twigs were carved with runes and bound together by black human hair. A small animus crystal was tied to one end. Wrapped around the other was a very dirty silk scarf.

Giles looked at Buffy with concern. "How did you get this?"

Buffy sighed. "It's a long story."

Faith leant back and put her feet on the table. "Pulled it out of an earth demon."

"Okay. Apparently not that long. And I'd also like to know how it knew my name, and how my scarf got wrapped around those sticks."

Giles looked puzzled. "It knew your name is Buffy?"

"Not exactly. It called me Summers."

Willow sat forwards and pulled the scarf loose. "And this is your scarf?"

"Yep, it even has the ink stain from when Dawn borrowed it last month. Without asking, I might add." She gave her sister a hard stare. "But what's it doing wrapped inside an earth elemental?"

"Well, what it's doing there is easy. By including something that belongs to you when they create the totem, the witches can make the elemental focus on you."

"Witches? Plural?"

"Ah-huh. The spell to animate something as powerful as an earth elemental would require the combined efforts of at least three or four."

Anya got up from Xander's lap, and went behind the service counter. She took out the sales ledger and began turning pages.

Willow twiddled the scarf in her fingers. "Also, it requires the witches to gather some quite primal energies." She blushed a little. "That's done by the sort of ceremony that Xander would buy a ticket for."

He paused, doughnut at his lips. "Nudie witchcraft?"

Willow nodded.

"Okay, so some witches have it in for me. Why? I haven't had any dealings with witches for a while, as far as I know."

Giles sipped at a cup of tea. "To the best of my knowledge, the two covens that are in Sunnydale are quite benign. They only practise white witchcraft, don't they?" He glanced at Tara. With a look like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights, she gave a quick, bobbing nod.

Faith pinched Xander's last doughnut. "So, we're looking for some new players in town."

Anya dropped the sales ledger onto the research table, in front of Giles. "You sold a copy of "Gaia, The Mother of Flora and Fauna" and "Peggarty's Woodland Lore" to the same person!"

"I did?" The Watcher sat forward, putting on his spectacles.

"Yes. And you shouldn't do that! Sometimes, you can be incredibly stupid, you know!"

Xander spluttered on the remains of his snack. "Er, Ahn, Honey? Remember that talk we had about treating people with a little respect?"

She gave him a clueless look. "So?"

He made an embarrassed nod towards Giles. "The part about talking to elders?"

"He's not my... Oh."

She turned to the Englishman and plastered on her friendliest smile. "Of course, it's not your fault. You're a Watcher, owner of the Magic Shop and ex-librarian. You can't be expected to know about dangerous spell books."

"Ah, yes. Quite." He peered at the ledger.

Buffy glanced at Willow with incomprehension. The redhead explained, "By a bit of cross referencing between them, a witch would be able to work out several rather powerful spells for the summoning and control of Nature Spirits."

"Okay, so all we have to do is find out who bought the books."

Anya gave a long-suffering sigh. She tapped her finger rapidly on the page. Giles looked at where she indicated. "Oh, she paid by credit card. Someone called Megan Connelly."

Buffy shook her head. "Never heard of her. Why would she have a grudge against me? And how did she get hold of my scarf?"

Across the table, Dawn winced. "Ooops."

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The Daughters of Gaia sat in a circle, with a candle burning in the centre. All of the girls had their eyes closed and were humming. When the door crashed open, they jumped in startled surprise.

Megan looked angrily at the three women who entered her dorm room. A redhead and a woman in a rainbow coloured dress stayed by the doorway. Striding across the room was a very irate looking blonde in red leather pants and a black top. She grabbed Meg by the throat and, lifting her far too easily, rammed her back against the wall.

"You and I are going to have a little talk. That earth elemental you sent came after the wrong Summers. Lucky for you. If it had hurt my sister, you'd be in even more trouble than you are now."

Meg struggled, clutching at the hand that held her. "Sist... ack! Sister? I didn't even know she had a sister! Uck... Owww!"

Buffy's hair bounced across her shoulders as she spun her head towards Ruth. The young witch's hand was inching towards a ceremonial dagger. "Touch it and you'll draw back a blood covered stump."

The Slayer turned her attention back to Megan. "Now. Firstly, I'm confiscating your little collection of spell books. Secondly, I'm giving you one chance. Stop casting magic. Mess with my sister again, and I'll make what happened to your pet elemental look like a stubbed toe compared to what I do to you."

The choking Goth collapsed to her knees as she was released. Buffy stared at each of the girls, one by one. They sat in silence as Willow gathered up the spell books from Meg's desk. Nodding to Buffy, she took them over to where Tara stood. "Remember. No more magic." The Slayer gave Megan a final stare, then she walked from the room, followed by her friends.

The four girls cast worried looks toward the coughing Megan.

Clutching her throat, she got to her feet and opened the desk drawer. Taking out a bunch of papers, she looked at her fellow witches. "Don't worry; we've still got the notes I made. There should be enough spells here for us to get even. Gaia will empower us." Her head snapped toward the doorway when she saw movement there. The redhead and the hippy chick had returned.

"Y..you know," said the blonde. "Gaia's a dangerous and unpredictable power to worship. She d..d..doesn't just make nice things like roses and kittens. She is also present as the wolf tears apart the lamb. You have to be very careful that her interest in you, as you channel her power, doesn't change."

The redhead gave a little nod. "Plus, Buffy said no more magic, and you really don't want to piss HER off."

Megan spat at them and waved the loose papers in their direction. "Yeah! Well, you just wait and see. These spells will make that bitch sorry she ever laid a hand on me!"

Willow shook her head. "You're not too smart, are you?" 

The two women turned and began to walk out. As they did, Willow called over her shoulder, "Ignis Incende!"

Both Wiccans smiled when Megan shrieked, as the papers burst into flame. Leaving the halls of residence, Willow and Tara walked across the lawn.

"You know, Honey, I think our old Wicca group was better off when they were just planning bake sales. These new members seem a bit too eager."

Tara frowned. "I just hope that they listened to what we said, and stop. Without proper guidance, it's all too easy for the power of magic to seduce someone and lead them in the wrong direction."

Willow made doe eyes at her girlfriend and gave her an I'm-really-so-sorry smile, before squinting up into the clear blue sky. "See. Not a rain cloud up there. I told you that time at the beach wasn't my fault!"

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"Ahn, of course I still love you!"

"No, you don't. If you did still love me, we would have had sex last night!"

Xander unlocked the car door and slipped inside. "But, Honey. Willow and Tara were sleeping on the floor. Right by the bed."

Anya dropped into the passenger seat and buckled her seat belt. "So? They're lesbians. They don't care about your penis."

Talking to Anya sometimes felt like running up a slippery hill. "I know that, but they could hear us."

"That's just an excuse. You've gone off me." Frowning, she folded her arms across her chest and stared straight ahead.

Xander's mouth opened and closed, like a fish gasping for air. Anya refused to meet his gaze. Suddenly, she jerked and pointed out of the windscreen. "LOOK OUT!"

The car bounced under a mighty impact. Xander spun his head to see what had hit them. In front of the car, a huge demon was pulling a battle axe out of the hood. He was nearly eight feet tall and looked like a cartoon barbarian. Muscles bulged like mountains on his thick arms. His flesh was a pale yellow and threaded with tiny red veins. Long white hair cascaded past his shoulder in an unruly mess. Across his gigantic chest was draped a bearskin, with the head still attached. 

"Anyanka! I'm gonna rip the bones from your living body. I'll suck the marrow out and then grind them into a paste! I'll crack your skull and spit on your brain!"

Xander frantically turned the key and listened to the engine splutter. Anya wound down the passenger window and stuck her head out. "Bullthrax! You didn't even like Darius! Get over it!"

With an infuriated roar, the demon smashed his axe back into the car. "Maybe not, you she-dog. But his cult provided me with many nubile virgins to slake my lusts." He tugged at the axe.

Anya had to shout over the sound of the engine springing to life. "Oh, that's just typical of a Sorval! You spend five hundred years hunting me, just because you lost your pimp!"

Xander shifted the car into reverse and floored it. Tires squealed and smoked as the vehicle leapt backwards. Bullthrax yanked his axe free and waved his fist at them. "I'll hunt you till the end of time, you crusty faced whore of a pasty flesh sack!"

Peering out the rear window, Xander steered the car down the street. With a look of disgust on his face, he cast a quick glance at his girlfriend. "I knew that you had dated a troll, but you never told me you dated a flesh sack. Urgh!"

"Oh, Sweetie," she said, patting his knee. "He meant you."

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Willow sat on the bed, cross-legged, eating a bowl of cereal. She was wearing pale blue pyjamas that were decorated with pictures of Winnie the Pooh and Piglet. Tara sat on the floor, reading a large spell book. Their black kitten rolled on its back, jabbing her tiny claws at the fringes of Tara's dress.

Smiling, Tara scooped the kitten up and stroked it. "You know, I've been thinking about The Daughters of Gaia."

Willow placed another spoonful in her mouth and carefully chewed it. She knew Tara well enough to know what was coming next.

"I think that perhaps we should offer to help them. They obviously have some talent for witchcraft, and it may be better if that is guided in the right direction. After all, we're former members. That fact may convince them to listen to us."

Willow shook her head. "I don't think so. If they have been worshipping Gaia long enough to be able to conjure an elemental, then she has already connected with them. They have completed difficult and painful rituals to gain her trust. Her influence will already be too strong. They've tasted power, and will have liked it. There's no telling what lengths they could already have gone to, to gain her favour. Megan must have performed the blood rite of communing, at least. Someone who is prepared to do that is capable of anything."

Tara blanched at the thought of the girl eating the still warm heart of a fawn.

"Then, it's even more important that we help these witches. If Megan is in control of the coven, she will lead them down a dark path. Those girls didn't look like they had sold their souls to the night, just yet. They're misguided, that's all. We can help."

Willow sucked her spoon clean. She raised her eyebrows and made a maybe face. Leaning over, she placed her bowl on the bedside table.

"Will, you know that you should take that downstairs and wash it."

Willow grinned happily at her girlfriend. "I know. I'm such a rebel."

Shaking her head as she smiled, Tara put the kitten down and closed her book. The cat ran across the floor with little bounces, and jumped up onto the window sill, where it sat gazing out into the night. Tara placed the spell book back in the trunk where it was kept, and then walked over to the dressing table. Crossing her arms, she grabbed hold of her dress and drew it up, over her head.

As she began to fold it, she noticed Willow watching her. "Aren't you getting into bed?"

"In a minute," the redhead whispered. "This is one of my favourite parts of the day."

"Harlot." Tara draped her dress over the back of the chair. Turning toward the dressing table, she hooked a finger through the elastic leg of her panties, and ran it across her buttocks, to smooth the crumpled silk. Sitting down, she lifted a small tub of moisturising cream and unscrewed the top. The cream felt cold and oily against her fingers as she scooped out a bit, and smeared it across her forehead. She put some onto her cheeks and throat, and then began to massage it all in. 

Rolling onto her belly, Willow cupped her chin in her hands and watched her girlfriend. Even after all this time, it still made her heart warm to think that this lovely young woman had chosen to be with her. To be her friend, her lover and her soul mate. As Tara tilted her head, beginning to gently rub the cream into her throat, Willow moistened her lips.

When all traces of the cream had soaked into her skin, Tara reached for the jar, once more. This time, she lifted out a slightly bigger scoop of the moisturiser. Her eyes flicked sideways to check that Willow was watching. Of course she was, she did every night. Feeling her cheeks grow warm as she blushed, Tara smoothed the cream over the uppersides of her breasts. The coolness of it made her nipples harden. Using the flat of her hand, she rubbed the clammy white stuff in circles. Her soft and supple flesh glistened as the cream soaked into them.

Dipping into the jar, again, she smeared the cream around the curve of her breast. Her oily fingers made the puckered nipple bounce as they traced across it. With a long, slow swaying motion, Tara smoothed the moisturising cream into her body. The slick, cool coating felt wonderful against her warm skin. With a sigh, she grasped a breast in each hand and began to caress them. Her hands ran in circles around her shiny flesh. Knowing it would thrill her girlfriend; Tara pinched both her nipples at once, and rolled them between her fingers. Even when the cream had completely soaked into her skin, she stroked herself.

Willow clambered under the bed covers. Tucking her self in, she looked at her lover and patted the bed beside her. "C'mon, Baby. I need to be snuggled."

Stretching out, she turned off the lamp. The light in the room changed to the gentle blue of moonlight. With feline grace, Tara uncurled herself from the chair and slipped across to the bed. With slow, exaggerated movements, she crawled on her hands and knees across the sheets. When her face hovered above Willow's, she lowered her mouth for a kiss. Their lips brushed together with feather-like softness, and Tara's hair framed them both with a golden curtain.

Drawing back the cover, she slid into the bed beside her girlfriend. Willow twisted onto her side, facing away from her. Tara cuddled up to her back and with a light touch, brushed the red hair away from an ear. Leaning slightly, she planted little butterfly kisses onto the sensitive skin. Her tongue flicked out and drew the earlobe between her lips. Like a baby at a teat, she suckled it. Willow squirmed with delight and giggled.

As her lips worked, Tara slid a hand across Willow's belly and up under her pyjama top. Playfully, her fingers tickled their way over her belly button and then rose toward her breasts. Feeling the smooth, soft flesh swell, Tara cupped her hand around it.

"Mmmhh," Willow moaned, signalling her approval.

The hard bud of her nipple poked into Tara's palm. With a gentle caress, the blonde pinched it and stroked it. She could feel the tiny hammering beneath it. Rolling her hand, Tara ran her fingernails across the sensitive nub. With a little gasp, Willow reached back and tangled a hand in her lover's hair. Pulling gently, she steered Tara's mouth away from her earlobe. Twisting her head back, she met those soft lips with questing ones of her own. The tenderness of the kiss was blissful.

As Willow parted her lips to allow Tara's tongue into her mouth, she felt her girlfriend's fingers slip down her belly. With a touch so light it could barely be felt, Tara stretched out her fingers and drew a wave pattern across the smooth skin. As her hand reached the elastic waist of Willow's pyjama trousers, she hooked it underneath and slid it lower. Soft, wispy hairs gathered around her fingertips. With gentleness, she stroked the pussy hair and twirled some between her thumb and forefinger. It was damp.

With a peck, she lifted her mouth an inch and whispered, "Juicy already, my love?"

"For you? Always."

With unhurried love, their tongues entwined, once more. While they kissed, Tara began to rub her hand across Willow's pussy mound. The soft flesh slithered beneath her fingers. As she felt the petals of the labia part, she dipped her fingertip into the hot slit between them and circled her girlfriend's clit. Willow pushed herself backwards, until her buttock's was pressed firmly into Tara's groin.




Buffy & The Daughters of Gaia Ch. 02



A brief touch of the fingertip against her throbbing button made her give a small jerk, and drop her head away, to sigh contentedly. Tara's mouth followed her, and her tongue flicked out to lap at her lips, like a cat with a bowl of cream. She always adored the way Willow tasted, and smelt, like strawberry. Trying to arch her hand a little, she found that the pyjamas were too restrictive. Sighing, the blonde slipped her hand out.

"Aww, don't stop."

"Take them off," she whispered.

Blinking her consent, Willow wriggled her hips as she removed her pyjamas. Pulling the wadded trousers from under the sheets, she dropped them off the edge of the bed. Shuffling her position, she twisted her body, so that her shoulders were flat on the bed and her buttocks returned to the embrace of Tara's hips. The feeling of their hot skin touching so closely and the clinginess of Tara's silk panties against her cheeks was wonderful. For a brief moment, she closed her eyes to enjoy the contact. As she did so, Tara's fingers were fumbling open the buttons on the pyjama top. 

Over one of her breasts, there was a picture of Winnie the Pooh with his head stuck in a honey pot. Tara bent forward and planted a kiss upon it. On the other breast was a picture of Piglet, dangling from a branch. He, too, received a loving kiss; then she peeled the two halves of the top apart. With a gentle tugging, she pulled it off and cast it onto the floor beside the trousers. Tara gazed down at her girlfriend's exposed breasts. They were small and firm, with a smattering of tiny freckles across her chest. The nipples were pointing up and looked so inviting.

Willow stroked Tara's cheek, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. The blonde dipped her head and sucked a nipple into her mouth. With a delicate pulsing, her lips suckled the stiff flesh. Flicking the tender bud with her tongue, she felt fingers entwined in the hair on the back of her head. Making a sucking pop, she released the nipple from her lips and began to lash it with long licks of her tongue. Willow's chest swelled with a deep breath as Tara took her other nipple between her fingers and began to twiddle it.

Barely audible, Willow whispered, "Ohhh Baby!"

Widening her licks, Tara began to trace her tongue in wet circles around the crest of Willow's breast. Following around and around the contours, she licked down the slope until she had laid a wet gleaming trail across the valley and up onto the other soft mound. Willow gave a contented sigh as her second nipple was pulled into Tara's mouth. The fingers that had been playing her like a radio dial began to move down her belly. Using two of them like little legs, Tara walked them across the flat of her lover's stomach. Slowly, they tip-toed down into her bright red pussy hair.

This time, though, the fingers didn't even pause. The slid onto the slippery flesh of Willow's quim and swept along the moist channel to her sexual heart. In one smooth motion, they slid into her juicing passageway and thrust straight to her depths. Willow gasped and her hips left the bed in a little bounce. Tara's knuckles embedded themselves against the puffy lips of her lover's sex and twisted in a grinding movement. With quick jabs, she drew her hand back until only her fingertips touched the silken flesh and then thrust them back, all the way in.

"OOhhh, ahhh."

Willow bucked again and her hands grasped tightly onto Tara's shoulders. She could feel her girlfriend smile, even as she suckled at her breast.

Tara's hand ploughed into Willow with a corkscrew motion. At the deepest point, her fingers coiled upwards and stroked along the sensitive front wall of her pussy. With an expert touch, she caressed the G-spot for a second, and then her fingers slithered back along the hot passageway to tease the swollen flesh around her opening. Back and forth her hand worked, driving her fingers in and out. With a lover's familiarity, Tara knew just what places to touch to drive her Willow towards her peak. For long minutes, the only sound in the room was the squelching of pussy juices and the rasp of quickening breathing.

As she felt tiny shivers course along Willow's thighs, Tara began to alter her finger work. As each thrust slid into her lover, she still slid them across the tender front wall of her cunny, but this time she paused there for a second and gave a little swirl. Again and again, she sunk to that little area of delight and teased it.

Twitching her eyes upward, she could see that Willow's head was turned to one side, her cheek flat against the bed. She was flushed and panting, her face contorting in little waves as her pleasure mounted. Tara knew just how to push her little redhead over the edge.

This time, when her fingertips touched Willow's G-spot, they stayed there and rubbed in firm circles. At the same time, she stopped her gentle sucking on the nipple and nipped it between her teeth.

"O, O, OHHHHHHHHH!"

Willow bucked, thrusting her hips up and down like mad. Her hands tightened on Tara's shoulders and the fingers dug in, painfully. Tara ignored it as she lashed the trapped nipple with the tip of her tongue. Suddenly, the soft walls of Willow's pussy spasmed and began to convulse around the probing fingers. Hot juices washed from her twitching womb as her orgasm took her.

"OHHH BAABBBY! I'M CUMMMINNNNGGGGG!"

Her humping body rose in an arch from the bed and froze there. Trembles criss-crossed her length and her thighs quivered in pleasure. She hung rigid as the powerful waves of orgasm danced along every nerve and exploded in her head.

Finally, expelling a long sigh, she slowly relaxed and lowered her hips back to the bed. As she gulped for air, her bleary vision began to melt away. A pink blob quickly formed into the grinning face of her lover.

Willow reached up and cupped the side of Tara's face. "I love you so much."

Tara twisted her face and planted a kiss into the centre of Willow's hand. "I know, Honey. I love you, too."

After a moment, where they just gazed into each other's eyes in contented silence, Willow pushed herself up. "Well. I think it's time for me to get my own back."

Rolling herself onto Tara's lap, she cupped both sides of her face, and kissed her. It was slow and tender, speaking volumes about their love that mere words could not. With delicate nips of her teeth, Willow pulled at her girlfriend's tongue. As though she was charming a snake, she coaxed it from her mouth. When it was pushed out far, Willow slid her lips along its length and sucked it. With little bobs, she worked her head back and forth, sliding Tara's tongue in and out of her own mouth.

Willow felt Tara's hands run up and down her spine. With a ticklish pleasure, she undulated on her lap. She knew how to counter that, though. Hooking her fingers like claws, she gently dragged them up both of Tara's sides at once. The blonde giggled into her mouth and pulled her own arms back.

In control again, Willow placed both her palms on Tara's shoulders and pushed her back down onto the bed. Her mouth let go of Tara's tongue and skipped across her cheek, to nuzzle into her neck.

"Ohh."

Tara wasn't the only one who knew, from long experience, just which buttons to press. Willow licked her tongue up and down the side of her lover's throat. Stopping to bestow some tender kisses, she then latched her mouth tightly onto the side of her girlfriend's neck. Sucking gently for a minute, Willow savoured the taste. Then she began to really pull at the flesh. Harder and harder, she sucked, drawing out the love bite. Tara gave an almost tormented moan and tangled her hand in Willow's hair. With a firm grip, she held the redhead against her throat.

Willow sucked for a long time, bruising the tender skin. When she was satisfied that the love bite was big enough to last for several days, she stopped sucking and began to lick it. As Tara released her hold on her, Willow licked round to the centre of her neck and up over her chin, to descend onto her mouth. This time, their lips fought with a hungry passion. Tongues flicked out and swirled into the opposite mouth. With a will of their own, they coiled around one another and ran along moist lips. When they finally broke the kiss, a large area around each girl's mouth was shiny with saliva.

Still sitting on Tara's groin, Willow looked down into her eyes, and then began to slowly rub her hips back and forth. She could feel the silk of Tara's panties ruck and ripple beneath her pussy. With sparkling eyes, Tara stared back at her lover. Lifting her hands, she took hold of Willow's waist and encouraged her to slide about even more. Widening her thighs a little, Willow rotated her crotch, to bring her clit lower, toward the rubbing contact. Her own wet pussy lips were dragging the silk panties across Tara's clit with a delicious friction.

Without a word spoken, both girls changed postion at the same time. Willow swung her leg up and Tara slipped one of hers out from under the redhead. She raised it and hooked it over her Willow's shoulder, as she brought hers back down and trapped Tara's remaining thigh. With a slight twist from each girl, they brought their clits together.

Willow turned and kissed the soft flesh of Tara's calf as it draped over her shoulder. With deliberate slowness, she returned her hips to that swinging rhythm. Tiny bolts of pleasure shot through her pussy with each bumping touch of their buds. She watched as Tara closed her eyes and moistened her lips. Wrapping both her arms around Tara's leg and hugging it tight, Willow speeded up her thrust.

Long red hair bounced behind her as she tilted her head back and closed her own eyes to concentrate on the wonderful rubbing. For a long time, they humped against each other. Eventually, Willow straightened and tapped her hand against the thigh of the leg that was bent over her shoulder.

At the familiar signal, Tara slowed her gyrating hips and slipped her leg to one side. Willow dismounted her. Smiling, she looked at the sticky wet trails that coated her girlfriend's groin. The silk knickers were sodden and clung to her flesh. Both puffy lips of her quim were clearly defined in the material. Wistfully, Willow hooked the silk and pulled it down her pale thighs. Tara raised her legs as the panties slipped completely off.

Tossing the soggy panties aside, Willow gently pressed on the inside of each knee to roll Tara's legs further apart. With a lascivious smile, she bent her head and fastened her lips onto the inner thigh of her left leg. Once more she drew a love bite up from the flesh of her lover.

As her lips worked, she could smell the scent of her beloved's excited pussy. The rich, heady aroma was strong as her juices leaked from her sex. Turning her sucks into flickering licks, Willow followed the thigh to its join. Her lips brushed into soft golden curls and she dipped her tongue into the slick slit of her pussy. Warm flesh parted under her probing. She grinned as her attentions caused Tara's clit to poke its head from its little hood of flesh.

Shivers coursed through the blonde as Willow traced circles around the sensitive bud. Little licks sent large bolts of pleasure racing.

"OOhhh."

With a swift bob, Willow stiffened her tongue and speared it into Tara's juicy passageway. In and out, she thrust it. As she dipped it back into the warm stickiness, she suddenly lapped it around in a complete circle, covering the whole edge of her girlfriend's pouting entrance. Playfully, she pulled back and drew a string of pussy juice with the tip of her tongue, stretching it till it collapsed. With a giggle, she did it again.

"Ooo, creamy goodness!"

Contentedly, she lapped at the sweet, syrupy fluid. Each long lick made the soft folds of Tara's labia ripple. It was easy to see how aroused the blonde was; the outer lips had darkened to a deep crimson and gaped apart. Glistening juices matted in the delicate pussy hair and coated her inner thighs. Taking her time, and loving every minute, Willow drank from the well for a long time. For minutes at a time, she would ignore the hot hole of her girlfriend's sex, to just lavish little kisses on her clit. Then, changing pace she would slither her tongue back inside and feast with hungry abandon. With skill and a lover's knowledge, Willow lapped and licked at her girlfriend, raising her passions to a crescendo.

"OH HONEY! YES. JUST THERE. OH YES! YES! LICK IT! SUCK MY PUSSY!"

Swirling her tongue all over Tara's throbbing clit, Willow used her thumb to slowly thrust in and out of her cunny. Quickly, she changed to deep rapid thrusts and then she stopped with her thumb buried deep. She wiggled it about.

"OH DARLING!"

Locking her lips onto the tender clit, Willow swapped her thumb for two fingers. She worked these in and out like lightning. The juices spilled from Tara. Sloppy noises came from her slithering folds as Willow ploughed her relentlessly.

"THAT'S IT! OOOHHH YES! OOHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Tara's hips bucked, violently. Her pussy spasmed and her juices flowed copiously. Butterflies of pleasure danced around her groin and then burst into little explosions of delight. Willow felt her fingers gripped tightly and the soft inner flesh writhed about her. Like she was being electrocuted, Tara's whole body shivered and convulsed. The waves of her orgasm broke across her with incredible power.

Willow sat back and watched her lover slowly give smaller and smaller shivers. Eventually, she opened her eyes and looked back at her. A slow smile spread across her face.

"My little strawberry angel."

Willow crawled on all fours to her lips and kissed her. Sitting back, she grinned at Tara.

"Good, Baby?"

Tara sat up and began to lick her own juices from Willow's chin. "Ah-huh. Very good."

A mischievous look crossed the red head's face. "One all, care to go for a decider?"

Not waiting for an answer, Willow stretched over to the bedside table. Her fingers slipped around the stem of the large candle that was kept there. It was eleven inches tall and was decorated with a blue spiral. It had never been lit, that wasn't why they had bought it.

Rocking back onto her hips, Willow wiggled her eyebrows at her lover. Tara leant back slightly and swept her leg up and across, to place it on the other side of her girlfriend. Now, she was sitting between Tara's spread thighs. The blonde Wiccan propped herself up on her elbows and watched. Willow rolled the end of the candle in the wet juices that clung to her thighs. Using one hand, she parted the lips to Tara's pussy and gently worked the candle inside.

"Mmmm"

Slowly, allowing her to get used to the hard length, Willow pushed it deeper. When she had about six inches in, she reversed direction and drew it right out. She got a thrill of lust as she saw that the opening to Tara's pussy stayed gaping wide. Slotting it back, she began to work the wax phallus in and out. A groan of pleasure signalled Tara's feelings. Her eyes closed and her head lolled backwards. With a steady rhythm, Willow pumped the candle into her.

After several minutes, she let go of it and lay back herself. "My turn."

Tara sat up, smiling at her wanton girlfriend and withdrew the slippery length from her throbbing honey pot. Willow used her own fingers to pull her lips wide in readiness for that hard invader. She too, sighed in satisfaction as it slid into her. With a smooth push, Tara aimed it deep. She watched the loose folds of Willow's pussy lips slide around the blue and white shaft. With a small pull, she worked it back to the opening and then pushed it back. Speeding up, she began a steady rhythm that soon had Willow bucking her hips to meet.

"Oh, yeah, Baby. Fuck me with that thing."

"You want more of it?"

"Heck yes! Shove it deeper."

Complying, Tara thrust harder and deeper. Willow moaned loudly and began to swing her hips about. With quick forward jerks, she would match Tara's rhythm for a couple of minutes, and then she would suddenly circle her hips to make the wax shaft touch all her pussy walls. Gradually, she began to pant.

"Oh, that's good. That's so nice."

Tara's hand slapped against the wet flesh of Willow's quim as she buried eight inches into her. Moans of delight mingled with gasps as the redhead humped her pussy back and forth. Suddenly, when Tara could tell she was near cuming, Willow reached out and grasped the long stick. She stopped it dead. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at her girlfriend.

"Sorry, Honey. I'm being greedy aren't I? This thing's long enough to share."

Grinning at the idea, Tara shuffled forwards and threaded her legs around Willow's. Ever so carefully, they both slid the long candle into their pussy. Once each end was in place, they reach forward and hooked an arm around the other's waist. Then, with little bounces, they worked their hips forward until the full length of the candle was buried and their slick cunt lips met in the middle. Grinning wildly, the two young lovers began to thrust back and forth. Wet slaps sounded as their flesh met in the middle.

As the girls began to get used to the hard length, they pumped harder. Tara's hand slipped from Willow's back because of the sweat coating it. Laughing, they gripped each other again and returned to the task. Waves of pleasure mounted in them as the candle was driven between them. Both were so highly aroused that within only a couple of minutes they were climbing to their peak. Wet squishes and squelches accompanied the music of the bedsprings.

Soon ragged gasping drowned those out, mingling with pleasured moans. Willow glanced at Tara, seeing her face contort as her orgasm began. Licking her lips, Willow thrust harder onto the slick shaft, her movements ramming it deeper into her lover's spasming pussy. Clutching muscles caught it and caused it to buck. The twitches carried along its hard length and shivered into Willow. That was enough to push her over the edge and she wailed as she came. Her fingernails drew scratches across Tara's back as she convulsed.

As the waves of pleasure washed across her, Willow snatched the candle from between them and cast it aside. Sliding forwards, she felt the little shivers of pleasure swimming around her as she clambered on top of Tara and kissed her, passionately.

Done, she rolled off her and they lay side by side on the bed. Gasping for breath, and too weak to do anything else, they lay there looking at the ceiling. Finally, Willow turned onto her side and propped her head up with one hand.

"Oooo, you're all sweaty, now."

Tara's turned her head to look at her. "That's your fault, Honey."

"Ah-huh. So, to make amends, let's go have a shower and I'll wash your back."

"Oh really? You know what always happens when we do that."

"Yep." Said Willow, grinning devilishly. Tara beamed her a beautiful smile and giggled. 

"Strumpet."

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The Daughters of Gaia shivered in the chill night air. All five of them were naked, the coldness making their young nipples taut and hard enough to hurt.

"Are you sure about this, Meg?" asked Kim.

"Yes."

"But, what if what that hippy chick said is right and Mother Gaia turns on us?"

"She won't. We're faithful. Sacrificing three men to her, so far, will have proved that. The Spirit of Oak will channel our plea, and she will grant us the power."

"I know that. But what if...?"

"No 'what ifs'. Shut up and focus."

Her objections overruled, Kim did as she was told. Closing her eyes, she settled her breathing into the same rhythm as the others and silently recited the call. Her hands slowly lifted away from her sides, until they were straight out from her shoulders and her fingertips brushed the fingertips of Jody and Mary. Now that they touched, the five witches formed an unbroken circle around the ancient oak tree. For a long time they stood in silence, uttering the prayer in their minds.




Buffy & The Daughters of Gaia Ch. 02



Finally, Meg alone opened her eyes. "Spirit of Oak, Lurker in the Woods, hear our call. With green and blessed heart we beseech thee, hear our call. As maidens of the forest, we come to you. Hear our call. In darkness, we are bound. Hear our call. Spirit of Oak, appear! By the summons of Gaia, APPEAR!"

As her cry disappeared into the forest, silence descended on the glade. With nervous anticipation, she waited. Just when she thought it had not worked, the bark of the tree rippled and the face of the demon surfaced.

"What is it The Daughter of Gaia seeks?" it said, in a sibilant hiss.

"For three moons we have fed you. The beating hearts of men have been your banquet. Now, we need you to repay the debt. Seek your mistress, She of The Deep Woodland, and take her our plea. Beg her to grant her humble servants the power to do her bidding. Bestow on us the magics to vanquish her enemies and smite the civilisation of man."

"Agreed. Wait in supplication until I return." With a hiss like an angry snake, the hollow eyes and black maw melted away. Wordlessly, all five Daughters of Gaia knelt and, placing their hands on their knees, bowed their head.

Gradually, the moon slid across the sky. Coldness bit and the pain of cramped limbs gnawed at them, but none moved. For hours they waited. Finally, the demon resurfaced.

"Daughter of Gaia, the Earth Mother had listened to your petition. The power you seek will be yours."

Megan's face contorted into a grin of satisfaction.

The tree-demon was not finished, though. "There is a price. To receive the bounty of She Who Walks The Wild, you must take her essence into your immortal soul. Bind your heart to her will." The creature paused for its words to sink in.

"Do you have enough faith in your Goddess to agree to such a thing, Megan Connelly?"

Meg's heart raced. She moistened her lips. It was more than she could ever have hoped for. Gaia loved her enough to share herself with her! Too overcome to speak the words, she nodded. A sob sounded in the dark.

"Meg, you can't!" Ruth had tears running down her cheeks. Jody, Mary and Kim all had a look of horrified denial on their faces.

"Shut up!" Meg spat. She turned to face the tree-demon. "I gladly give my soul to my mistress. Let her take it and we shall be one."

"Very well, child." With a snarl, the oak spirit spat a gob of sap into Megan's face. It struck her so hard that she flipped backwards. The sticky fluid twitched and flowed across her features. As she screamed in panic, it poured into her mouth and nostrils. It choked her with a bitter taste, as well as stinking of decay and wet earth. The young witch struggled and writhed on her back in the glade. Her fingers tore at the disgusting fluid, but it was like trying to pick up treacle.

Suddenly, she convulsed and her hands beat against the grass. For what seemed like forever, she twitched and rolled. Gradually, her struggles faded and then she was still. Her body lay in the grass, arms outstretched and one leg bent beneath her.

Her friends stared in numb shock. Ruth had her hand pressed to her mouth. Wide-eyed, she stared at the motionless form of her friend. The girl she loved beyond life itself.

"M..Meg?"

Silence.

"Megan?"

When she got no reply, Ruth began to get to her feet. Her legs were so cramped that she gasped in pain and had to push herself up with her hands. "M...Megan?"

Suddenly, the crumpled form of the witch was tossed into the air. With a loud crack, her body flipped and hung, suspended several feet above the ground, in the middle of the clearing. The tan of her skin darkened to the shade of old wood. Ripples coursed along under her skin. At her neck and wrists, moss sprouted. Her hair writhed and changed from black to dark green. Hidden in its tangled mess were dozens of dead leaves. Her eyelids snapped open, but her blue eyes were gone. All that remained was a dazzling green light.

Megan threw back her head and cackled.

"I can feel it all! The breath of the beech tree, as it lives its long life. The frantic heartbeat of the bat as it flits through the darkness. The endless flow of the brook as it searches for the river. Everything!"

"Oh, the power. Such raw, primal power." Almost in wonder, the dryad looked down at her own hands. "The very forces of nature, and all the beasts of the land, are now mine to command!"

She looked at each of the witches, one by one. "You, my coven, shall serve me well. Together we will bring the wilderness to this town!"

Effortlessly, she glided to the ground before them. With a look of mad glee in her eyes, she stepped up to The Spirit of Oak. Like a proud mother, she gently nodded at the tree-demon.

"The power is now mine. Listen for my call and obey." Lovingly, she stroked the bark of its hideous face. "You have done well, my little messanger. Tonight, you shall have your reward."

Megan turned to The Daughters of Gaia. "I seem to remember that we had already decided who the next male sacrifice was to be. Let's see how the Summers girls like it when we feed their boy toy to the tree!"

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TO BE CONCLUDED in "Buffy and The Daughters of Gaia 03" in which Xander gets to have a special party with several of the Scooby girls. 

FROM THE AUTHOR

Thanks once more to ALIEN47 and OMEGAZONE. Your help is invaluable. 



Buffy & The Daughters of Gaia Ch. 03



NOTE : This story takes place in an alternate Buffyverse, a few years into the future. Faith has remained with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend. Willow and Tara are still together and Dawn is now at college.

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Music began to blare from Dawn's bedroom. Willow groaned. With a bleary eye, she looked at Tara. Her lover sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed, and brushing her long blonde hair. When she felt Willow stirring, she turned and flashed her a smile.

"Morning, sleepy-head."

"Urgh. It's morning already? We've only just got to sleep."

Tara leant over and gave her a peck on the cheek. "And whose fault is that? I seem to remember a certain redhead getting rather frisky with a soapy sponge, right about the time even vampires are saying 'Gee, it's a little late.' No wonder you're still tired."

Willow looked like butter would not melt in her mouth. "Yeah? Well, I seem to recall a certain blonde mentioning that she would let me have a lie in, if I could make her pop, just once more."

"True."

After fondly ruffling Willow's tangled hair, Tara got up. She placed the hairbrush back onto the dressing table and gathered her purse. While Willow rolled over and pulled a pillow across her head, Tara quietly shut the bedroom door. Heading down the hallway, she stopped at Dawn's door. The music drowned out the sound of her knocking.

"Dawn?" 

She knocked again. Still no answer. Tentatively, she pushed the door open. Inside, Dawn was dancing to the music. Dressed in only a small pair of white panties, she pranced in a circle and sang into a pretend microphone. Her eyes were closed, and one hand cupped an imaginary headphone to her ear. Watching the teenager with a smile, Tara folded her arms across her breasts and leant on the doorframe. After a moment, realising that Dawn was still oblivious to her presence, she spoke up.

"Dawn."

Instantly, the young girl's eyes flicked open. Seeing she had been caught, she flushed pink and gave an embarrassed grin. With one hand, she reached out and dialled down the volume of her music.

"Morning," she said, hooking some hair behind her ear.

"Something, or someone, has put you in a good mood. You're normally last to get up." Tara was smiling as she teased her. Seeing Dawn squirm a little, she let it go. "I just wanted to ask if it's okay that we meet for lunch a quarter of an hour later than usual. I've got to go and see some people first."

"Sure, no problem. I'll get the orders in."

"Fine. Just a small shake for me. I'm watching my figure."

"Oh really? I thought that was Willow's job."

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Giles was sipping at a cup of tea when Anya got to work. From all the books on the table, it was obvious that the Watcher had been there for several hours. She peered at the tome he was reading.

"Tomulok's Compendium Demonica? I never knew that you had a copy of that. It's supposed to be one of the most complete catalogues of demonic species, and individuals, ever written." She hovered behind his shoulder, trying to see more.

With a sigh, he looked up at her. "I called in a big favour to get it and had Simpkins on the council send it over."

"But it does list a great many different demons in it?"

"Yes. It is remarkably informed."

"Many individual demons?"

"Yes."

"Sort of a who's who?"

"Yes."

"Am I in it?"

"Hmm. Let's see," he said, his interest piqued. "Vengeance demons. Vengeance demons. Ah, here we are, Vengeance demons. Anyanka. This demon concerns herself mainly with wreaking a bloody and savage vengeance on all who have wronged women. It was in Sjornjost in 880 AD that she first manifested her true calling. Then, she was a lowly peasant girl named Aud. When she discovered that her lover, Olaf, had been unfaithful with a bar matron named Rannveig, she cast a spell to transform him into a troll. The inventiveness of the revenge caught the attention of D'Hoffryn. He appeared to her, revealing her real nature and demonic name. Joining his ranks of disciples, Anyanka set about her chosen task with imaginative brutality. Many claims have been made about her influence on the passage of history, some are wildly exaggerated, but most are based on fact. She is fanatical about her cause, caring for no-one and nothing, except the smiting of faithless lovers."

Giles tapped his teeth with his glasses. "Of course, that last part's inaccurate, as of late, but that's hardly Tomulok's fault. Him having been eviscerated by a Shognath demon back in the sixties, that is."

The shop bell rang as Buffy and Faith walked in. "Hey, Giles," Buffy said, slipping wearily into a chair beside him.

Anya looked Buffy up and down. "Are those the same clothes that you wore yesterday?"

Buffy appeared taken aback. "W..Well," she mumbled, struggling for words.

"Heavy night slaying vamps," said Faith, thinking quickly.

"Oh," replied Anya. "You do know that you have grass stains all over your back and are missing several buttons from your blouse?"

Buffy looked shocked and surprised. She raised her eyebrows at Faith in a why-didn't-you-tell-me gesture. The brunette gave her a grin full of devilment.

"Was it rough?" asked Giles.

Buffy kept her eyes fixed on Faith's. "Yeah, kinda."

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Tara lightly knocked on the dorm room door. After a moment, it was opened by one of The Daughters of Gaia. They all looked so much alike, that Tara was not sure which one it was.

"H..Hello. I wondered if I might have a talk with you and your sisterhood."

Jody looked Tara up and down. Still blocking the doorway, she glanced back at someone out of sight. "Meg, it's that Wiccan from yesterday."

A small tingle in the air made goose bumps rise on Tara's arms.

"Let her in."

Obediently, Jody stepped back and drew the door wide. Inside, the other four Daughters of Gaia were waiting. Kim and Ruth sat on a sofa. Mary had her back against the headboard of the bed and Megan perched on the edge of her desk. Her long black ponytail swung, its red tip bobbing, as she nodded for Tara to enter.

Once she was inside, Jody closed the door and leant against it.

"I wanted to offer you and your coven my help. You have done exceedingly well with your study of magic. I can show you h..how to focus and harmonize that knowledge. Thespia can guide and nurture your calling. I want to help you understand The Craft and its uses."

"Really."

"Yes. I was once a Daughter of Gaia. So was W..Willow." She looked around at the young witches. "You know. The girl I was with yesterday?"

Megan folded her hands across her black blouse. Her studded dog collar glinted as she took a step toward Tara. "You mean that pyro bitch that incinerated my spell notes?"

Tara frowned. Something was wrong. Megan seemed changed somehow. In fact, each of the girls seemed to exude an air of confidence that they had lacked the day before. This had been a big mistake. Opening her mind to the flow of life, she could see the aura around Meg swirl with a muddy green. A taint of corruption.

"Er… I think I'd better go. I can see that you don't need my help." She took a step backward, toward the door. The atmosphere in the room changed and became full of menace. Fumbling with her hip pouch, she felt the air tingle like it had just before she entered the room. Megan's features changed. The face of the beautiful young woman melted away and in its place leered the dryad. Her suddenly brown skin had the pattern of wood grain upon it.

"You’re gonna be sorry you ever crossed me.”

Tara cast a handful of lotus dust at the demon. As it struck her, it made a sizzling noise. Shrieking, she clutched her face and staggered back. Mary sat upright, making raking gestures with hooked fingers. "Gaia strike from the wilderness; let her feel the bite of the maw. Gaia strike from the deepest wood; let her bleed from the slash of the cla…”

Before she could finish, Tara spun toward her and twisted her hand in a pulling motion. Mary was yanked from the bed by an invisible force and crashed to the floor on her hands and knees. Kim and Ruth were already jumping to their feet, holding hands. As one, they snapped their free arms forward. Green bolts of energy exploded against Tara's side and threw her across the room.

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At five o'clock, Xander put down his hammer and stretched. His back ached. It had been a hard day. The rest of the guys from the construction site began to make their way home, calling farewell as they went.

Once he had put his tools away, he walked down to his car. A girl was leant against the passenger door. She was young, about nineteen or twenty, and dressed to impress. Her tiny black skirt accentuated her long, slim legs and her silk blouse was so tight that her breasts were clearly defined. She wore her hair cut into a pageboy bob and it was as black as a raven.

"Hi, handsome."

He recognised her immediately. It was impossible to forget someone that beautiful after only a couple of days. She was one of the girls that had surrounded Dawn at school.

"What do you want?"

Kim gave him a coy look and held out her closed hand. "Only to return this. Dawn dropped it when she was knocked down by Morris."

He glanced down as she opened her fingers. A brief spark of light flashed from her palm. When he looked back up at her, Anya looked back. Confused, he looked left and right.

"Where did she go?"

"Who?" said his girlfriend, pushing herself off the car door.

Realising that telling Anya he was looking for a hot young woman in a miniskirt might not be too smart, he shrugged. "Oh, never mind." He circled the car and got in. Reaching across the seats, he unlocked her door and she slipped in beside him.

"I got a quote from a mechanic about fixing those holes," he said, nodding at the axe marks in the hood. "You don't want to know how much that's going to cost."

As he drove the car down the street, Anya turned to him and kissed his cheek. "I've got a surprise for you."

"Yeah? Is that the good sort of surprise involving outfits and sweatiness, or the bad sort of surprise that involves large yellow demons with big slicey axes?"

"Oh, I guarantee that you'll get sweaty."

He took his eyes off the road for a second to flash her a leer. "Okay, straight home it is then."

"No, Honey. What I have planned for you is in the woods. Turn left up here."

Deep inside, a little voice was trying to tell him that this was wrong, but something made him ignore it. 

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Buffy had long since returned to the Magic shop. After going home to shower and change, she had made her way back to help Giles with his research. At the moment, he was assisting Anya in filling an order for an old couple.

While her fingers turned the pages of a large book, her mind drifted. Unbidden, it flashed up images from her sexual encounter with Giles. She closed her eyes and felt his hands as they caressed her body; the gentleness with which he had stroked her skin. She could remember the sweet feeling of his kiss; soft and gentle at first, but with a mounting passion. The glorious sensation as he slid his long, hot shaft inside her. A sigh of longing slipped from her.

Suddenly, she bolted upright. Her eyes scanned left and right to see if anybody had heard. It did not seem like anyone had. Angry with herself, she pushed the thoughts away. They were wholly inappropriate. She did not think of Giles that way. She told herself that thought again, just to make it sound convincing. With a shrug, she shuffled her shoulders to move the fabric of her blouse from her hard nipples.

The doorbell rang as the old couple left the shop. Giles returned to the research table. As he sat down, Anya followed him.

"I'm just saying that perhaps we should have made them sign a form, absolving us of any injuries they incur."

"That's not very practical, now, is it?"

"On the contrary, I think it is very practical. My way, when they throw a hip, or whatever, they will not be able to sue us."

Giles removed his spectacles and massaged his nose. "Dear Lord."

"What are you talking about?" Buffy asked.

"That couple wanted the ingredients for a temporary revitalising potion."

"They wanted to have sex," Anya interjected, helpful as only she could be. "And they shouldn't. They're too old. It's disgusting. And they will probably damage something trying, and sue us for lots of money. That's not fair. I like the money, it should stay with us."

Faith walked in from the training room. Her skin shone with sweat and she was mopping at her forehead with a towel. Almost at the same time, the shop door rang as Willow arrived.

"Hey guys."

"Hi, Will."

As the Wiccan moved toward a chair next to Buffy, Faith pushed past and dropped into it. Dabbing the sweat from her cleavage, she gave the redhead a look. Willow paused for a moment and then circled around to the other side of Giles and sat down.

"Any luck with Anya's fan club?" she asked, slipping her purse from around her neck and onto the table.

"No, none at all. Sorval demons are so rare that not even Tomulok's can help."

Faith rocked her chair back by pushing her feet against the table's edge. "I bet you ten bucks that chopping him into little pieces will work." Giles gave her feet a disapproving stare. When his eyes caught hers, she held them, daring him to reprimand her.

"Y..yes, quite," he said, looking away.

"Where'd you get ten bucks from?" Buffy cocked her head to one side and glanced at Faith.

"I didn't. But then, I won't need it. All I have to do is make sure that Bull wax dies when I cut him up. Then I get ten crisp bills from The Tweed Avenger."

"That's Bullthrax," Anya corrected.

"Whatever."

Giles once more met Faith's gaze. She lifted her eyebrows, suggestively. He was about to say something when the shop bell rang. Dawn walked in and boosted herself up onto the glass counter. She looked at Willow. "Tara owes me the money for lunch. She could have called if her meeting ran that late."

The colour drained from Willow's cheeks. "W...What?"

"Tara. She didn't show up for our usual lunch date. She said this morning that she might be a little late, but she didn't make it at all."

Buffy could tell that Willow was concerned. She stood. "Did Tara say where she was going before she was supposed to meet you?"

"No. Only that she had to go and see somebody. I don't know who."

"I do."

Everybody turned to look at Willow. "She wanted to help The Daughters of Gaia. Thought she could guide them in the right direction."

"Okay," said Buffy, already making for the door. "Willow, come with me. Giles take Dawn home. Anya you stay here and wait for Xander to pick you up when he finishes work."

Chairs scraped as everybody moved to do as they had been told. When Faith began to follow Buffy, she held up her hand to signal no. "You stay here, Faith. Someone has to keep an eye out for Anya. We don't know when this Sorval may show up."

"Bee..."

"Just do it."

After all the others had left, Faith put her hands on her hips and turned to the Vengeance demon. "Okay, you just volunteered to hold the punch bag while I work out."

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The door to the dorm room swung open as Buffy pushed it. Stepping inside, she looked at the trashed room. The sofa lay toppled on its back, the bed had been pushed awry and the desk looked like it had exploded.

Willow followed her friend into the room and her face fell. Seeing several scorch marks on the wall, she pressed her hand flat against one. Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips moved in a silent spell. Faint blue ovals appeared around the scorch marks. Buffy saw Willow's lips tighten into a narrow line. 

"There has been magic cast in here," she said, indicating the glowing blue marks. 

Suddenly, the Wiccan let out a strangled little gasp and jumped to the side of the bed. She ducked down and then straightened up holding a purse. It was made from tan suede and had a felt picture of a black cat and daisies sewn onto the front. The shoulder strap had lots of cotton woven around it in multicoloured bands.

"This is Tara's purse," she said to Buffy, not taking her eyes from it. 

The Slayer nodded, looking around, "They must have taken her somewhere else."

Buffy placed an arm around her friend's shoulders. She could see the tears brimming in Willow's eyes. "Don't worry Will. We'll find her. I don't know how, but we'll find her."

"I can find her."

She opened her hand and a small globe of white light lifted into the air. Without any command, it drifted toward the door and into the hallway. Students walked right through it, oblivious to its presence because it was invisible to them.

Buffy and Willow followed the telltale as it skimmed out of the building. When she spoke, steel filled Willow's voice, "If they've hurt Tara, I'll show those bitches what real magic is."

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After he parked the car, Anya led Xander deeper into the woods. For a while they walked hand in hand.

"Are you not even going to give me a hint as to what my surprise is?"

"Okay, but just a little one. The ancient Romans used to have a lot of them."

He thought for a moment, watching his feet plough through the wild flowers. "Baths? You're going to give me a bath. Out here?"

Anya laughed and cast him a fond glance. The sunlight made her hair shimmer with a golden halo. "No, silly. Think of something they put on for entertainment."

"Toga parties?"

Her free hand gently slapped his bicep. "No."

"Feasts? That'd be great. I'm quite hungry."

"You're always hungry. And no."

As they entered a clearing, he shrugged. "Well, that only leaves orgies, and I know you wouldn't..."

In the middle of the clearing, he could see the girls waiting for him. Four of them. Completely naked. For perhaps the first time in his life, Alexander Lavelle Harris was speechless. Not even a jokey quip crossed his mind. He just could not believe what he saw. As he and Anya reached them, one stepped forward and gave him a little peck on his cheek. He felt arousal flood through him as he looked at her small breasts, crowned by firm pink nipples. Her Lolita-like body was bathed in sunlight. It glinted on the smooth moist folds of her bare quim.

"Wow, Dawn. You look great!"

Dawn looked puzzled and turned to Buffy, "Dawn? I thought his girlfriend was called Anya?"

Anya let go of Xander's hand and began to take off her clothes. "It is. He's been calling me that all the way here."

Buffy smiled. "Ah. I see. The glamour makes him see what he wants to see. The other guys all saw just their own girlfriends. This one must be seeing her, and ones he has fantasies about, as well."

Faith stepped forward and planted a kiss on Xander's lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and played there. Hesitantly, he slipped his hands down her back and cupped her soft buttocks. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him, tightly. Her lips roved against his as he felt her breasts squash against his chest.

For a long moment they embraced, ignoring the others. When she pulled away, he looked at Anya. "Are you sure, Ahn? You don't mind?"

She wobbled on one leg as she unclasped her shoe. "No, Honey. You go right ahead and have fun. In fact, it is important that you do. Very important. Do anything you wish. They'll let you. Anything."

"Are you the best girlfriend ever, or what?!”

With a beaming grin, he drew his T-shirt over his head and cast it aside. As he did so, Buffy looked at Willow. "Ruth, you be the first gate. I'll be the second." She turned to Dawn, "Mary, you're the third gate."

As Xander struggled out of his pants, Dawn pulled a face and cupped her hands protectively around her buttocks. "Aww! Why do I have to be the third gate? That last guy was big and it hurt!"

Buffy fixed her with an unsympathetic stare. "You know very well why. You're the youngest. The gathering spell to draw the energies that summon The Spirit of Oak requires the three gates of woman to be blessed in a particular order."




Buffy & The Daughters of Gaia Ch. 03



"But Meg..."

"Obey me!" Buffy screamed, making all the girls freeze. Xander looked up from the grass, where he was sat pulling off a sock. When she saw him looking, Buffy mellowed and blew him a kiss.

"Don't worry, you big stud, you're still going to get to fuck us all, if you want."

Xander flipped onto his back and began to yank off his boxer shorts. "Oh man! I knew all those years of humiliation at the hands of Cordelia and Harmony would have to balance out sometime! Thank the powers that be! This is going to be pay back and then some!"

As he wriggled his last garment free, he was suddenly surrounded by the five young, nubile women. Everywhere he looked, he could see bare breasts, smooth skin and inviting pussies. He had died and gone to Xander heaven. Oh, yes!

Ten hands began to caress his flesh. They were everywhere. Stroking his chest; caressing his arms; dancing along his thighs and curling around his quickly stiffening cock. Buffy kissed his nipple on one side; Faith the nipple on the other. He watched as they traced wet sticky trails with their tongues across his pecs, until they met in the middle and treated him to the sight of a long French kiss. How often he had dreamed of the sight! Their glistening tongues writhed in the space between their mouths, tiny strands of saliva stretching between them.

As he watched Buffy and Faith kissing, Xander felt someone plant tiny kisses on his ankles and begin to work her way up the inside of his left leg. He could feel a warm tongue flick out and lick him with each press of the lips. Glancing between the nearly touching breasts of the two Slayers, he could just see bright red hair drape his thighs. Willow reached his groin and began to see if she could coat every spare inch of his scrotum in her saliva.

He groaned and let his head slip back down to the grass. As he did so, a shadow fell across his face and Dawn lowered her ruby lips to his. With endearing hesitancy, she licked his lips. The sweet taste of her filled his mouth. Even as he lifted a hand to cup her tiny breasts, he felt her sister's mouth envelope his nipple, again. Another thrill went through him as he felt Faith do the same. Lost in the tender caress of the five young girls, he surrendered to the pleasure. He barely noticed as Anya lifted his arm by the wrist and guided his hand to her juicy pussy. In those sticky depths, his fingers began to work of their own volition.

His tongue pushed its way eagerly into Dawn's mouth. When she gave a little bob of joy, her long hair swung loose and drifted against the side of his face. As he found the pleasures of her little tongue, he felt Willow lick a trail up the shaft of his cock. His breath caught as she sucked it into her mouth and began to milk it.

Laying there in the glade, he drifted under their combined assault. Waves of pleasure washed across him. One hand held a young breast, his other ploughed into his girlfriend's wanton cunt. His mouth explored the delights Dawn had to offer. Even his chest was not neglected, as he felt Buffy and Faith grinding their breasts against him, their nipples hard and poking into him. However, the greatest wonder of them all was the sheer skill with which Willow swallowed his length. Where had she learned such things? He doubted that it was from Oz. Like a snake, her tongue slithered around his glans as she sucked him. Each time she thrust him into her mouth she took him as deep as he could go. Her lips pulsed in tight waves along his rigid flesh.

His moans of exquisite delight were breathed into the mouth of Buffy's little sister.

How long they worked on him, he did not know; time seemed to stretch and contract wildly. Finally, he could take it no longer. With a gasping shudder, he heaved and began to pump his warm, creamy cum into Willow's sucking mouth. She sank him deep and surrounded his throbbing shaft with her throat. Each pulse shot a jet from his balls into her receptive embrace. The final twitches of his spitting staff were so pleasurable that he saw spots before his eyes. Dimly, he was aware of the four girls whispering something, but he could not make out what it was.

"Oh, Jeez!" Exhausted and utterly spent, he lay in a pool of sunshine surrounded by beautiful women. They had taken every drop from his body. Bliss washed over him. Happily, he grinned at Anya and Buffy, "And there was me hoping to get inside one of you. Ha. No chance now, I'm done!"

Buffy reached out and gently cupped his empty balls, "Oh, we'll see about that."

"Gaia, Mother of Nature, look with favour upon your Daughter's prayer. Gaia, Maiden of springtime, bring freshness upon this man. Gaia, Well of life, fill this spring again."

As the words finished, Xander felt his scrotum swell and become tight as it filled with fresh spunk.

"Oh, man!"

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"Owww!"

Faith hid her grin and slammed the bag with another left hook. It bounced and the force shook Anya loose. She tottered away from the other side and rubbed her sore arm.

"Stop that! You're doing that on purpose!"

"Look, Babe. I'm a Slayer. We're strong. I know you are. So stop whining and hold on."

"I'm only strong when I'm in my demon form."

"Well then..." 

She did not finish the sentence because the door to the alley behind the Magic Shop was smashed inward. Bullthrax strode into the training room, his long white hair cascading down the back of his bearskin jerkin. Instead of his axe, this time he was holding a five foot broadsword.

"Anyanka, you mould from a dog's prick, I am here to relieve you of your lifeblood!"

"Bullthrax, will you just knock it off and quit, already!"

"Never, you pock-faced wretch! It is a matter of honour. A true warrior would never forgive such a thing as you did. I have sworn a mortal oath that you will die by my blade."

He strode toward the little blonde. Faith stepped between them. "I don't think so, Snow White. Give me one good reason why I should let you kill her."

"Because she is a blight to all who know her. Her stink rots the very air around her. No blade is sharper than that Harpy's tongue. The world would be a better place without her!"

Faith looked at him for a moment and then stepped aside, "Okay, you convinced me."

Anya's jaw dropped in disbelief. "What!"

Bullthrax strode a step closer and sliced at her with his blade. The steel cut through the air where she would have been if she had not ducked.

"Faith, stop messing about and help me!"

The Slayer folded her arms and watched as the Sorval demon repeatedly swung his sword at the Vengeance demon. He was sloppy, but effective. Each time, Anya only just avoided the swipe. When it cleaved above her head and cut a groove in the swinging punch bag, she managed to duck behind Faith.

"Help me, dammit! Buffy said you should protect me. That sword is magical, it will kill me!"

Faith gave her a wry smile. "Oh, come on. You're not in any real danger. If you wanted to, you would just 'port away. Besides, this is fun."

"Fun! Fun! You call watching me get chased around a room by a psychotic with a broadsword, fun?"

"Hell, yeah!"

Miffed, Anya watched Bullthrax's blade sweep toward her and teleported away. Or rather did not. The only reason she was not there when the blade swept through where she had been standing, was that Faith had yanked her backward.

"Don't piss about. Teleport."

"I can't!"

"What? Why?"

"This is why you putrid, painted faced whore."

Bullthrax was gloatingly waving a wooden disc that hung from a cord around his neck. "I had a shaman make me a Talisman of Binding. She can't leave the room in which this token is present."

Faith seemed about to say something when she frowned and stopped. "Did you just call me a putrid faced whatsit?"

"A putrid, painted faced whore. Yes, you loathsome Jezebel."

Now, it was Anya's turn to gloat. "Big mistake, Bullthrax."

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Xander swirled his tongue in Buffy's mouth, sipping at the nectar of her saliva and marvelling at its sweetness. She had straddled his chest, grinding her slick slit against his nipple while bending almost double to kiss him. Beside him, Dawn had her mouth fastened onto his throat, sucking a love bite up from his flesh. Anya still writhed on his questing fingers. On his other side, Willow was licking into his ear and nibbling at his earlobe. That only left Faith, who was sucking his slowly hardening cock.

Moans of delight, groans of pleasure and the wet sucking noises made by the eager young women, all mixed into one euphoric melody. Xander's pleasure centres were on overload. They flicked rapidly from enjoying the hot, moist slippery flesh inside Anya's twitching pussy, to the feel of Dawn's soft lips against his sweaty skin. Her sister was leaving a wet sticky trail on his stomach and Willow's flexible tongue was curling deep into his ear. Combine all that with the mouth of the girl who had taken his virginity working on getting his shaft to stand up, and Xander was floating in paradise.

"Oh, Buffy," he moaned as she drew her mouth away. "I want you. I've wanted you since the day I first saw you."

Framed by her golden hair, she gave a little smile. "Then you shall have me. If that is what you want."

"More than anything."

Hearing that, Buffy pressed her palms against his chest and scooted her hips backward. Faith took his hardened cock from her mouth and guided it into Buffy's sopping gash. The blonde Slayer sighed as his length slid into her slippery passage. Tiny squelches sounded as she twitched her hips and wriggled him deeper. Xander's fingers slipped out of Anya and he used both hands to grasp hold of Buffy's firm breasts, squeezing and moulding them as she rose and sank on his pole.

Dawn's lips brushed his ear. "Fuck her. Fuck my sister for me. I want you to pump that nice cock of yours into her cunt until she cums. Fuck her, Xander."

Anya reached over and tweaked his nipple. "Yes, darling. Pump that pretty pussy for us. Poke her and splash your hot, sticky cum into her little kitty."

Xander whimpered when he felt Faith press her face down between his legs, and beneath Buffy, to lick at his shaft as it plunged in and out. Each time Buffy's silken flesh slithered upward, Faith would follow it with long lashes of her tongue, eagerly licking up their combined juices.

Together, Dawn and Willow began to lick an ear each. The feeling of a tongue slithering inward from each side at once was making him squirm with delight. All the time, Anya caressed his nipples, urging him onward.

"Fuck her, Sweetie. Do her for me. Slide your cock into her juicing cunt and gush into her. Make your creamy spunk dribble from her wet gash and her sister will lick it up."

"OOOHHHH, Fuck this feels good," he gasped, surrounded by writhing bodies. His hips bucked and corkscrewed his rod into Buffy with a steady rhythm. He could feel the weight where her hands supported her against his chest; felt it increase as she drew herself up his cock. When just the tiny slit on the end of his glans was still in contact with her slick flesh, she reversed course and slammed her hips down so that he buried himself as deep as he could in her womb. Their wet thighs mashed with a loud slapping each time. She groaned as his hands plucked and pulled at her nipples, teasing the tingling buds. As she threw her head back and began to grind faster, her sister reached across and stroked her fiery clit.

"OHHH YEEESSSS. THAT'S IT! JUST THERE!"

Dawn swirled her tongue in Xander's ear as she twisted to watch her sister cum. Her fingertips danced across her love button and pushed her over the edge.

"I'M CUUMMMMIIIINNNGGG!" she screeched, violently rutting up and down. Xander gasped as he felt her internal muscles clamp down and squeeze him. The pulsing rhythm of her orgasm was too much for him and he cut loose. A fountain of his spunk burst up into her spasming crevice. Gobs of his white juice pumped into her heavenly hole. Their cries of delight mingled in the same way as did their love juices.

"YES! YES! YES!" Buffy squealed, grinding out a circular pattern against his hips as she slowly stirred his cock about inside herself. Weakly, she hung her head forward and her hair brushed his heaving chest. For several minutes, she sat in his saddle and let the waves die away. Finally, she lifted a leg and swung it across him, dismounting. With a little plop, his sticky cock slipped from her with a cascade of cum following it. Faith's hungry mouth went to work cleaning it all away. He could do no more than lie there and gulp for air. Until he felt a hand cup his balls.

"Time for your tribute to enter the third gate of woman," Buffy said, looking not at him, but at Dawn.

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The vaulting horse disintegrated into a pile of splintered wood as Bullthrax crashed through it. The large demon skidded along the floor and came to rest amid the shattered timber. He did not have time to rise. Faith was upon him before he even came to a halt. She landed on his back and rode him as if he were a toboggan. One hand tangled in his hair, the other balled into a fist and slammed into the back of his head. As the impact knocked his face into the floor, she yanked on the hair and pulled his head back up to collide with her descending fist.

"Call me a fuckin' whore, would ya? Well, who's the one that's taking the pounding now, Conan?"

She punctuated each word with a blow to the back of his head. Flexing his mighty arms, Bullthrax managed to twist onto his back. Faith was too nimble to be trapped beneath him; sliding around him as he rolled, to finish straddling his chest and punching him in the face.

"Who's a fuckin' Jezebel, now, eh?"

Spitting in his face she curled both hands in the hair on either side of his head and used it as a handle to slam his head repeatedly into the floor.

"I'm sick of goddam mouthy demons thinking they're better than me!"

Rocking backward, she pulled up with her hands at the same time. This made his head come up and his body arch. As his face reached chest height, she slammed her head down and butted him on the bridge of his nose. The splintering crack was so very satisfying.

The blinding pain galvanised Bullthrax; he interlocked his hands together above his head and brought them down like a hammer. The impact was so great that Faith sailed through the air, skidding to a stop against the far wall. Through her blurry vision, she saw him stagger to his feet and recover his sword. He then tottered toward Anya.

"Hey, Bullwinkle! Ya missing something, Babe?"

The demon turned to see Faith hold up the wooden talisman. With an animal grin, she snapped it in half. "Anya, scram. Me and Arnold here have a few things to discuss."

She did not need her vision to clear for her to know when Anya teleported. Bullthrax's howl of rage told her that. Shaking her head, she tried to stand. Her legs became jelly and she collapsed. She could just make out a large yellow blur heading for her. She whispered encouragement to herself, "C'mon, c'mon. Get up girl! Otherwise you're going to be responsible for activating another Slayer, and you don't want to do that, do you?"

When she was in a half-crouch, she leapt to the side. Sparks sprang from his blade as it sliced a groove in the floor. Finding she had leapt the wrong way, she was cornered. As things swam back into focus, she cast her eyes about. This was the training room, after all; weapons adorned every wall.

Except where she had ended up.

"That's something I'll have to point out to Giles, if I live that long," she thought. The nearest weapon was in a rack just by the demon. It was a short sword. Not much, only having a foot long blade, but better than nothing.

Diving toward the weapons rack, she nearly made it. The Sorval saw her intent and leapt to intercept her. Reaching out, his hand grasped her by the throat and slammed her into the wall beside the wooden shelves. Snarling, he pulled his sword arm back and then plunged it forward.

Faith cried out in pain as his sword pierced her shoulder and punched out of her back, to pin her against the wall. Her left hand came up and grabbed the blade as he tried to twist it, to widen the wound. She grimaced as she felt the hot gush of her own blood cascade down across her breast, making her T-shirt cling with its stickiness.

Bullthrax sneered as he tried to free the blade from her grasp. "You see, girl. You have fought well and brave, but in the end, you were no match for a true warrior!"

"Go to Hell!"

"Ah, defiant to the last. I shall cut out your heart and eat it to honour your bravery."

He leaned in close to her face. She could smell the rotting meat stench of his breath. His arm muscles flexed as he continued to exert pressure on the blade. It took every ounce of strength she had to hold it still and keep it from twisting.

"Time to die," he whispered in a noxious hiss.

"I couldn't agree more!"

The fingertips of her right hand finally closed around the hilt of the short sword and she drew it from the wall in a swift arc. Her fist swept up between their bodies and plunged the blade up to its hilt in his belly. His eyes bulged in shock and pain as she began to saw the blade up his chest, spilling his guts in coils at her feet.

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Xander just could not believe how lucky he was. His beautiful girlfriend helped him to his knees to make room for Dawn. Casting a hesitant look at Buffy, the younger Summers rolled onto her hands and knees before him. She then bent forward and placed her cheek against the moist earth, her small, rounded arse raised before him.

He gave an incredulous look to both Anya and Buffy. "I can't. I mean... It wouldn't be right."

Buffy took hold of his prick and began to stroke it back and forth.

"Of course you can. It's what she wants you to do. Fuck her up the ass. You know you want to. Do it. Fuck her in the ass. Make my young sister buck as you slide your meat into her back passage. Enjoy yourself."

He twisted to face his girlfriend, "Ahn?"

"Sure, why not? Knock yourself out. Have a blast."

Xander returned his gaze to Dawn's upthrust buttocks. Faith knelt beside her and drew them apart. Her actions revealed the pale pink, puckered hole between them. Xander moistened his lips as he looked at it. His cock was stiffening rapidly.

"Here," said Willow, "let me make it slippery for you."

Pushing her face down between Dawn's spread cheeks, she flicked her tongue over the forbidden flesh. The teenager quivered as she felt the tongue slide across her arsehole. With an expert touch, Willow traced circles around the crinkled hole, leaving glistening trails of saliva. She knelt behind Dawn and wetly licked at her most private area. Around and around, she drew her tongue. With teasing slowness, her circles gradually diminished in diameter, until her tongue tip rested in the very centre of Dawn's puckered arsehole.

Firming her tongue into a point, Willow began to press it hard against the sphincter muscle. With a gasp, Dawn felt it give slightly and the tongue sink into her. She moaned at the dirtiness of it; knelt on the grass with another girl's tongue up her ass and several people watching, one of whom was itching to bury his cock in that forbidden place. It began to get her pussy very wet.

When she had her tongue as deep as she could get it, Willow suddenly began to bob her head, stabbing her tongue in and out.

"OHHH!" Dawn gasped.

Willow continued with tongue-fucking the teen's arsehole until Buffy placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's time, Ruth." Leaning in, Willow placed a tender kiss on the little rosebud, then moved away. Buffy guided Xander's cock forward.

"That's it. I want you to fuck her hard up the ass. Fuck my little sister's asshole, okay?"

Nodding, he pressed the head of his cock against the young girl's arsehole. He could feel the wrinkled flesh against his glans. It was wet and slippery from Willow's licking, but her tongue had caused it to gape a fraction. This gave him a hollow to settle into and he pressed gently forward. Dawn gave a little "Oommff" as he did so, wriggling her butt slightly. Placing a hand on either hip, Xander held her still. Pulling her body back against him, as he pushed forward, he accomplished his goal; his cock head began to slide into her.




Buffy & The Daughters of Gaia Ch. 03



He delighted in the totally different feeling it generated from sliding into a pussy. The way her arsehole squeezed like a tiny vice was great. She shuddered with the discomfort. As his cock slid further in, he suddenly felt the resistance give as she relaxed and he slid in a little quicker. That tough neck of muscle blossomed around his shaft and he buried himself deep inside her. When his hips rested against her buttocks, he paused and let her get used to his feel. 

He felt a sense of elation when he looked down at her finely sculptured back. Her long brown hair hung across the upper part in drapes. His hands reached out and, starting from the base of her neck, drew themselves along the valley of her spine. She shivered under his touch and then slowly started to rock back and forth.

"OOO," he gasped, as he felt that tight muscle drag up and down his length. The contrast between the firm grip around the base of his cock, and the way his upper shaft seemed to enter into an open cavern felt glorious. He began to increase the momentum of the thrusts. Dawn gave a sharp intake of breath, and let it out in a long sigh.

"AAHH. That's it, Dawnie. Relax and take it. Oh, yeah! Relax and take it all."

His fingers tightened around her small waist as he began to thrust harder and faster. He could feel her arsehole soften as she got more used to his violation. Back and forth, he ploughed into her arse. Her butt cheeks began to make slapping noises as he bounced his hips off them. Beneath this, he could hear her moaning, very quietly. It no longer sounded like she was in discomfort, far from it. Little Dawnie was getting off on it!

As he thrust deep into her arsehole, he felt something flex and move under her lower ass wall. A bolt of pleasure shot through him when he realised she had pushed three fingers into her cunt and was frigging herself, rapidly.

Faster and harder he went, each inward thrust making her pant a gasp of pleasure. It was not long before he began to cum. His hot spunk splashed out into the depths of her bowels. Wave after wave jetted into her young body. With a shiver, he relaxed and slowly pulled out. He loved the way the little red hole slowly closed itself behind him. Exhausted, he rolled onto his side on the grass and lay there, panting.

The girls began to get up and drift to different parts of the glade. Anya gave him a little peck on the cheek, "Have a rest, Honey. We’ll only be a minute, and then we have one more surprise for you."

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"Well, I think Tinkerbelle is lost."

"Na-ah. It's just that Tara must have come to these woods by a winding path."

Buffy pushed a branch out of the way and looked around. Nothing but forest. Trees, trees and more trees. The tiny white ball of light threaded itself through branches and continued on its way.

"Look, Will, why don't we head back and get Giles to…”

Both girls heard a familiar voice cry, "But, you're not Anya!"

Bolting in the direction Xander's voice had come from, Buffy zigzagged around some large trunks and out into the clearing. On the other side, the naked Daughters of Gaia had Xander kneeling before a tree. Two of the girls were dragging a bound and gagged Tara from out of the woods.

"Hey!" Buffy called, racing toward them.

Megan looked at the Slayer and her form rippled into that of the dryad. With an upward gesture, she brought the roots of the nearby trees to life. They leapt from the ground in small clouds of dirt and coiled like snakes around Buffy. She gasped in pain as they tightened and tried to squeeze the life from her, pounding in vain against the wooden coils.

Willow stepped beside the thrashing tentacles. Without even looking in their direction, she placed a hand on one of the largest coils. Her eyes stayed focused on Megan.

"Hecate, Queen of Magic, heed your servant‘s call. Show your might to the world and take the life from these beasts!"

As if they had been electrocuted, the wooden roots sprang apart and retreated beneath the surface of the glade. Buffy landed on her feet and headed for the dryad. Again, Meg turned her magic upon her. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a green ball of energy arcing toward her. The Slayer cartwheeled to the side, but the bolt changed course and struck her. She was blown off her feet. Megan cast a bolt at Willow, who was walking slowly, but inevitably forward. The Wiccan casually batted it away with the back of her hand.

All five Daughters of Gaia fled back into the forest. As she disappeared into the woods, Meg called, "Awake, O Lurker in the Woods. Feed as you will."

Buffy paused to check on Xander and Tara, loosening the ropes of the witch and then started after the coven.

"No," said Willow. "You stay here and protect Tara. She'll need a couple of minutes of freedom to work the disenchantment. I'll deal with the witches. They think that they're using black magic? They're not. I'm going to give them a small lesson." 

Then, without looking back, she disappeared into the forest after the witches.

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Buffy looked around in puzzlement. Protect Tara from what? Give her a few minutes freedom from what? She helped remove the last of her friends bonds. That was when the tree made an unpleasant creaking noise and the demon's face appeared. Silently, it issued the call.

"Now there's something you don't see every day," Buffy whispered.

"Yeah, unless you happen to be us," Xander added. Tara struggled to her feet and ran to the centre of the clearing. She took some powders from her pouch and began to mix them.

"Buffy! Xander! I think you should come over here, quickly! They're coming!"

The Spirit of Oak flexed a few of its massive branches. The ends curled around into claws.

Tara cupped the mixed powders in both hands and raised them above her head. Flicking her wrists in a tight circle, she let the powder spray free. It cascaded to the ground in an eight-foot arc around her.

“Thespia the Light, Guardian of the Faith, bring your will to bear. Grant me the strength to hold back the evil and repel the dark!”

Xander looked up in awe at the demonic tree. "Well, granted it's big, but things could be worse. There could always be more of them."

Suddenly, a screeching wail filled the air. The leaves of the trees in the clearing shook as things leapt from their upper boughs. They looked like something had carved chunks of wood and bark into what it thought men might look like. Crude wooden masks substituted for heads. Their hands and feet were roughly shaped, but ended in wicked, splintered claws. Dozens dropped to the floor of the glade. With an unearthly scream, they attacked.

Buffy spun toward Xander and shot him a black look. He held both his hands out, palm upward, and shrugged. "Tha... That's not my fault. 'Cause there's no possible way..."

The Slayer dodged a slicing talon. She grabbed the swinging arm and smashed it into kindling with her knee. "If we get out of this, remind me to have a long talk with you about appropriate phrases to use when you live near a Hellmouth!"

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At that moment, Anya appeared in the glade, near Tara. She cried with dismay as she saw the ever-increasing legion of homunculi descending to the clearing. Buffy quickly disappeared in a throng of the wood demons. The way lots of the animated creatures were being flung back out of the pack showed that she was holding her own, for now.

Xander was having less luck. He already had a ragged slash across his naked chest that was bleeding profusely. He had snatched up a thick branch and was clubbing the wooden men backward. He obviously could not keep back such large numbers for long; it was only a matter of time.

A screech to her left warned her of a homunculus leaping from the trees at her. As she turned, her face shifted into the scarred visage of the Vengeance demon. With a single punch, she shattered the creature into splinters.

"Anya, thank Thespia! You're the only one who can help save us!"

Anya ignored her and headed for her beloved Xander. Tara stayed in the centre of her circle and called again.

"Anyanka, listen to me. If you go to help him, he'll die. You have to help me. I need you."

The Vengeance demon flung another wooden man across the glade then spun on Tara. "What do you expect me to do? It's Xander!"

Tara nodded, fear filling her eyes. A homunculus ran toward her, but bounced back when it met the mystic circle. "The only way to stop these things it to cast a spell to disenchant The Spirit of Oak. It controls the Homunculi. It can make them at will. Go fetch me the supplies I need. Quickly! Then you can go and get Xander. Bring him into this circle and he'll be safe for a brief time."

Anya started toward Xander, again. "I'll bring him into your protective circle, and then I'll go and get your supplies."

"No. There isn't time. The circle's power is rapidly dissipating and I need some time to work the disenchantment! Fetch me the Baskin's weed and silver witch berry."

Anya cast a last look to where Xander struggled for his life. Then a whirlwind of air marked her teleporting away.

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The Daughters of Gaia regrouped. Nervously, they looked to Megan for orders. She seemed to have recovered her calm, but her anger still had free reign.

"That redheaded Wiccan bitch is in real trouble now! Our summoning ceremony gathered enough power to release The Spirit of Oak. Let him devour her and her freak-like friends."

A voice spoke up from the wood. "That's not going to happen. Buffy won't let it. I won't let it."

The five girls all turned to see Willow walk toward them. "It's almost over now. Tara will banish The Spirit of Oak and his woodland legion. I know she can do it. All that's left is to deal with you. That's my job. Submit, and you won't be harmed. I promise. Fight, and not even this," she gestured disgustedly at Megan, "Dryad, can help you. Trust me. We can all just leave now and sort this out at home."

The dryad lifted into the air and hovered a few feet above her coven. "Don't listen to her, sisters! She weaves lies to try to suck your power from you. Join together and kill the bitch!"

She dropped to the ground between Ruth and Jody, linking hands with them as Mary and Kim took hold of their other ones. In line, and as one, they lifted their arms to point.

Willow raised her hand in a plea for them to wait, "No, don't!"

Green fire leapt from the fingertips of The Daughters of Gaia. For a moment, the flames swerved in the air to avoid Willow. Gritting their teeth, the coven redoubled their efforts. Together their power was magnified. They let out a cry of triumph as the eldritch flames broke through Willow's barrier and exploded around her. Before she disappeared in the maelstrom, the witches could see her buckle to her knees.

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Faith was impatiently pacing back and forth when Anya swirled into being, behind the counter. The demoness began quickly plucking spell components from the shelves.

"What's going on?" the Slayer asked.

Turning to look at her, Anya was momentarily silenced by the sight of all the blood. "It's Xander! He's in great danger! The Daughters of Gaia have summoned a tree demon and a legion of Homunculi. Things aren't going well."

"What about Buffy?"

"Huh? Oh, she's there too. She's fighting the demons, but it's hopeless. She's far too outnumbered. Willow's gone all super witch and Tara's sent me back for supplies to help."

Faith strode around the counter, to stand beside her.

"Take me with you when you teleport back."

"But I can't!" Anya protested. "No human can survive the magics involved as I teleport. It will kill you!"

Faith grabbed the front of Anya's blouse and tugged her forward, until they were nose to nose. 

"I'm not really just human, am I? I’m a Slayer. If that don't convince ya, look at it this way. Teleporting me to Buffy might kill me, but NOT teleporting me to her will definitely kill you. Got it?"

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Tara stepped back as the air in front of her twisted into a vortex and Anya appeared. The demoness released hold of Faith, and the brunette Slayer collapsed to the ground in agony. Frost coated her body and icicles had formed in her hair. As she doubled up, her breath came out in an icy blast. The blood that had flowed from her shoulder was frozen into a crimson river.

Shoving the spell components into Tara's hands, Anya ran toward Xander. He was swinging the fallen branch like a club and knocking back several wood demons at a time. More took their place. As she neared the melee, she was struck and knocked sideways by a homunculus. Its claws tore at her and ripped into her side. Angrily, she tossed it into the treetops.

Quickly, Tara sat down and began to work the spell components. She started the chant as she focused her mind. Another homunculus bounced back from the repelling field she had created. However, it got a lot closer to her than the others had. It would only be a minute before the barrier failed. Not enough time to complete the spell.

Nearby, Buffy spun in a circle. He foot swept round and sent a demon crashing through the wall of its fellows. As she fought, she let herself slip into the rhythm of the fight. Slayer's instincts took hold of her and her body moved with deadly precision. Fists slammed the creatures back and feet broke legs. Her elbow caught a demon in the face and its wooden mask flew from its shoulders, which caused its body to revert to a collection of branches and sticks that tumbled to the ground. With primal savagery, she tore into the mass of demons, but still more leapt at her. When she smashed one to pieces, its debris blinded her to another's attack and she was knocked to the ground. The tide of homunculi closed above her. 

As she was pinned beneath a struggling mass, she saw a splinter talon slash for her exposed throat. Death loomed large. Just before the talon struck, it was gripped by a blood and frost covered hand. Faith snapped it off and batted the beast away.

"Hey, Bee. Dying on the job is not an option. Remember the rule. We win, they lose." With a few tugs, she freed her girlfriend.

Buffy knocked two demons back with a spin kick. She punched another to pieces and grimaced. "We win, they lose."

Faith threw a demon back into the crowd, flashing a grin of pure delight at the mayhem. "That's my girl! Now, let's plant these suckers back where they came from!"

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Tara was only at the mid point of the spell when she felt the barrier give. The next wood demon to try to attack her would have a free strike. It was quick in coming. With its horrid, banshee wail, the creature lunged at her. She could have defended herself. But if she had, the spell she was crafting would have been broken. There were no replacement components to try again. People would die if she stopped.

Tara had followed The Craft her whole life. Never before had she had to exert such self control to stay still and chant. The beast's wooden claws sliced down and pierced her chest. Just. No deeper than a scratch, before they flew backward. The homunculus sailed away into the legion of demons.

"Hey, bozo! Can't you see the lady is busy?"

Buffy set herself between Tara and the army of fiends. In front of her, Faith made an impassable barrier. To her right, a hole appeared in the throng and Anya pushed Xander through and stopped to cover his back.

Even in the midst of her meditation, a small part of Tara rejoiced. This was what life was about. Friends you could rely on. All her fear disappeared. She trusted them completely to buy her the time she needed. Murmuring the Ancient tongue, she continued with the disenchantment.

Around them, the number of wood demons grew and the battle got more ferocious.

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As the ball of green flame slowly diminished, the Daughters of Gaia recoiled in fear. Willow straightened up, unharmed. She looked at them with black, soulless eyes.

"You dumb bitches didn't listen to a word Tara told you. She warned you about Gaia's fickle nature, but you chose not to hear. Well, listen now. Gaia likes an easy path into this world. The stronger the magic wielder, the better for her. Therefore, she has deserted you because I wield power beyond anything that you amateurs can possibly imagine."

The dryad sneered at her, “You can’t harm me. I am one with nature. My power has no limits!”

The auburn haired witch cocked her head to one side and an evil grin spread across her face, "Wrong."

Summoning her power, she dropped her gaze and swept her hands before herself in a low arc as her hair billowed in an intangible wind. With a flourish, she closed her fist as if grasping something and pulled it upward.

A distant rumble sounded. The Daughters of Gaia looked about in terror. Suddenly, the earth before Willow lunged upward, as if struck by a blow from below. A second blow enlarged the hump to the size of a small car. The third time, it split down the middle. Instantly, roots and vines shot from the pit and coiled around the dryad. She screamed and struggled, but was pulled from her feet and dragged toward the hole.

"HELP ME!" she cried. "FOR GOD'S SAKE, HELP MEEEEE!"

Her fingers tore long furrows in the damp earth as she was dragged nearer the rim of the crater. Vines thrashed and coiled around her whole body as roots snaked over her face and wrapped her in a deadly embrace. With a violent jerk, she was yanked partially into the pit. Shrieking desperately, she grasped onto the edge and managed to cling to the jagged lip. Her eyes pleaded with her friends to help her, but they did not have time to react. More vines and roots rose above her struggling figure and hooked themselves around her shoulders, tugging her down.

Her scream echoed in the forest as she disappeared into the Hell-spawned fissure. With a rumble, the hole closed above her.

"Now," said Willow amicably. "Would any of you care to reconsider my previous offer?"

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Just when Buffy began to tire, she heard a quiet whisper from behind her, "Release."

A cool breeze blew out from the besieged circle of friends and swept across the glade. As it touched the homunculi, they ceased to be animated and tumbled into the piles of wood from which they were formed. When it reached the angry Spirit of Oak, the tree demon screamed in torment and slowly faded from the trunk of the tree it possessed. After the breeze faded to nothing, the group looked round at each other and grinned.

From across the clearing, Willow emerged and rushed into the arms of Tara. Kissing her cheek, she hugged the blonde girl. 

"I knew you could do it, Baby! I'm so proud of you."

Her gentle eyes grew hard as she saw an ugly burn on her girlfriend's side. She cast a stern glance back into the woods, and then put her arm protectively around her lover as they began to follow the others to Xander's car.

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Buffy sat on the edge of her bed as she fixed the last bandage around Faith. The brunette was naked from the waist up. She showed no sign of embarrassment as Giles hovered in the doorway. He showed enough for both of them, keeping his back to the two young women. Buffy got up and slipped past him, "I need some more bandages. She's a real wreck."

Giles watched the doorway where Buffy had disappeared. She herself was a mass of wounds. His eyes remained fixed on the space she had left.

"Faith."

The Slayer eased herself back against the pillows and headboard, giving a small sigh of relief. "Yeah?"

"Anya told me what you risked for her." They both knew he did not mean risked for Anya.

Using a forget-it tone of voice, Faith casually said, "It was nothing."

Still with his eyes fixed on his departed Slayer, Giles whispered, "It wasn't nothing. And I won't forget what you did. Ever."

For a long moment, there was silence between them.




Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 01



NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse, a few years into the future. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together. This is a separate story, but follows on from events in Buffy and The Daughters of Gaia. 

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Sima's spirit had been wandering the astral plane since it had been exiled from her body, nearly fifty years before. She watched the events unfold on earth and longed to return from the boredom of her prison. Eventually, she sensed a flow in the mystical forces near enough for her to reach before they disappeared. Acting on instinct, she flew into the stream of magic and rode it down to its destination.

The succubus was not prepared for the pain that accompanied her arrival in the girl's body. Both souls screamed in agony as the vision threw images of a demon and the destruction it would cause into her mind. Sima was aware of the girl collapsing onto her back in the reception area of the hotel, as a man rushed to her side.

He carefully lifted her head and cradled it against his lap. "What did you see, Cordy?"

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A fortnight later...

The girl's breath caught as he rolled above her. She burned with desire as his hips brushed her own. Eagerly, she parted her legs and he slipped between them. For a moment, they froze like that, gazing into each others soul. His love for her was written in his eyes and she could see it shining like a beacon. Her heart sped up and her breathing got faster, her sensitive nipples pressing into his chest as her breasts rose and fell.

Slowly, his lips descended to meet hers and they shared a tender kiss. With an unhurried passion, they tasted each other and their tongues entwined. Her mouth was soft and sweet, making his desire grow quickly as her tongue swirled around his own with a dancing delight. His hand caressed the side of her face and then tangled in her blonde hair.

Amid the kisses, she whispered, "Now. Put it in me, now."

Searching her eyes, he shifted his weight to obey. The cool white sheets slithered along his back as they were drawn by her widening legs. A hand guided his rigid member to the entrance of her sex. When his hot flesh touched her slick lips, she gasped and closed her eyes. With a very gentle push, he felt her puffy labia part and slide around his shaft. Her juicing pussy welcomed his throbbing cock into her depths and, like a warm, wet glove, her flesh slithered around his probing hardness.

When his hips pressed firmly against hers, he savoured the feeling of her flesh surrounding him. She was warm and moist; thrilling and submissive. He scanned her face and saw the little flickers of pleasure that crossed it. Nothing in his life had felt this right, this good. Burning the image of her wilful acceptance of him into his mind, he began to draw his hips backward. Her fingernails danced along his back as she let out a little whimper from the sensation. The feeling of her silken walls sliding along his hot shaft caused thrills to scurry through his groin.

She turned her face sideways and felt the hot, quick beat of his breath against her cheek. How could she not have given herself to him before now? This is where she should be. This is what she was for. To be his. To lie beneath him and give herself to him. Her little cunny was made to house his thick weapon. With that connection, they would become one. Joined in a sensual meeting of hot, sticky flesh that created oceans of pleasure between them.

It surprised her that he drew his cock completely from her. She groaned as it slipped through the tight circle of flesh at the entrance to her pussy, its lips giving up their hold on him with reluctance. Her eyes flicked open to protest the loss. He was staring down into her, looking for that very reaction. She wanted him and he knew it. Wanted him inside of her, loving her and fucking her. 

A gasp of delight burst from her as his glans slid back into her folds. Slippery juices oiled its passage into her sacred heart. In one long, slow push his cock filled her, the large, swollen head parting her flesh like a plough as it buried itself deep in her centre. Her small pussy stretched itself around his thickness and took it with a sucking grasp. 

Scratches appeared across his back as she tightened her grip and slipped her legs around his. Small feet slid along the backs of his calves to hook onto his ankles. When he withdrew and plunged back, her hips rose to meet him.

Their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm. Bellies slapped together and parted with mounting speed. Her soft flesh surrendered to his firm muscles and hard body. Coiling her hands around his shoulders, she drew him tight against her. The roughness of his cheek scratched at her own, but she did not care. Locking him tight in her arms, she bucked against his thrusting hips and clamped her mouth on his neck. He shivered as her lips suckled and pulsed against his throat with lashings from her tongue drawing gasps from him.

Like a savage he began to pound his hard cock into her. Gone was all the tenderness; all that remained was an animalistic hunger. Wet slapping and squelching echoed in the room as the springs of the bed squealed and protested their treatment.

Faster and faster he fucked himself into her wanton folds. She took everything he could give her and demanded more. Her hot kisses covered his neck and climbed to search out his mouth. Sweat dripped from his humping body and rained down to mingle with her own. The slickness of her skin helped her slither around beneath him as she lost herself in a wave of bliss.

Their combined grunts and gasps merged into a symphony of desire and lust. Time blurred and all that remained was the delicious mixture of hot flesh and slippery juices. Lost, even to themselves, they humped wildly against each other. His rigid length buried itself in her like a piston and all she could do was cling to him and take him as deep as she was able. 

Suddenly, he groaned and his body went rigid. Deep inside her, his cock began to twitch and pump his cum deep into her womb. The feel of the hot tide pushed her over her peak and she came with a high pitched squeal. Orgasms filled their bodies and they shuddered against one another. As the ripples of delight coursed through her, she moaned into his ear, "Oh, Giles!"

Panting, she opened her eyes and traced the pattern of moonlight on the ceiling. With a last little stirring motion, Buffy slipped her sticky fingers away from her sopping pussy. Her breath was ragged and loud in the empty room. Sliding the sheets away, she swung herself onto the edge of her bed. She had promised herself that she would have a little nap before patrolling, but her lust had persuaded her different. Guilt overcame her at the thought of her fantasy and her cheeks grew hot. It was so wrong to think of him that way. After all, he only saw her as a Slayer, didn't he?

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In the abandoned church, the only light came from the moonlight that flooded in through the grimy windows to illuminate the pillars and rotten pews with a pale glow. The twelve disciples of Mobadon formed a circle and the words they intoned belonged to a language used by no others for nearly a thousand years.

When the chanting reached its peak the Shepherd stepped forward, the trailing hem of his long black robes brushing the dirty floor. As he raised his right hand high, the curved blade he held glinted in a moonbeam. Slowly, he turned around, showing each member the sacred dagger. When he had done so, he turned to the young woman chained naked to the altar. She gazed back at him with a look of pure terror.

"You have served the flesh of the servants of Mobadon. Now you will serve the Dark Lord, Himself. As is right and just, you will suffer one cut for each of the thousand years he has been imprisoned. Your torment will linger and your pain will nourish his soul. Take comfort from the honour we do you. Upon your death, you will join the ranks of the Unholy and sit at His feet."

The girl screamed as the Shepherd drew the first small cut. Her cry was drowned out by the loud crash of the church doors being smashed inward. Startled, the disciples looked at the moonlit entryway. Stepping through the splintered debris was a young blonde woman.

"Excuse me; is this the meeting for robe wearers anonymous? I know that I haven't brought my own, but I'm trying really hard to kick the habit."

"Get her!" the Shepherd commanded. Five of his men rushed to comply.

"Get her? Gee, that's original. I've never heard that one before." As the first disciple reached her, Buffy slapped him sideways and spun a kick into the gut of the man following him. "Do they make you take courses in evil lingo or something? 'cause I gotta tell you it's a bit clichéd, you know?"

She sidestepped a blow from the third disciple and slammed her elbow into the back of his head as he staggered past her. The final two attacked at the same time. Buffy caught the fist of each of them and stepped forward. Swinging her arms around in a wide arc, she cracked their bodies like a whip and they somersaulted head over heels. One of them quickly began to sit up, but a punch to the jaw stopped that.

"Looks like you were shopping in the bargain basement when you hired your lackeys."

The Shepherd angrily motioned for the rest of his disciples to attack the Slayer. In silence, they began to spread out around her in a circle, drawing weapons.

"I really don't think you guys want to do this," she said, pointing to the robe one wore. "It's really hard to fight in long skirts, and believe me, I've tried."

Without a word, they leapt at her.

One of the disciples landed before her, but she immediately shoved both her arms out straight and flung him backward. Instinctively, she ducked low and avoided the slashing knife that came from behind. With a mule kick, Buffy struck the attacker solidly in the chest and he sailed across the room. 

Spinning upright, her arms weaved into a complicated block that trapped the arm of the next thug and snatched the dagger from his hand. Using one hand to hold his wrist, she shifted her weight and flipped him; letting his own momentum skid him across the floor.

Without the briefest let up, the next disciple attacked. He brought a staff over his head and slammed it down at Buffy. With reflexes only a Slayer had, she quickly threw her forearms into a cross and absorbed the blow. Her foot shot up and cracked into his chin with such force that he backflipped, leaving her in possession of his staff. Spinning it like a whirlwind, Buffy twirled it around her and formed a deadly barrier.

Now that the Slayer had a dagger in one hand and a staff in the other, the disciples were more wary. One feinted from the right as his opposite attacked. Buffy dropped low and her curving leg swept his feet from under him. He crashed down heavily and then doubled in pain as the butt of her staff jabbed into his belly.

With amazingly fluid skill, she reversed the staff's direction and thrust it into the face of the man behind her. He cried out in pain and staggered back as the staff continued its deadly journey. With a loud thwack, she caught the remaining disciple across the side of the head and he dropped like a stone.

It had taken seconds. Now she was surrounded by injured and groaning bodies. Her captured staff made a whooshing sound as she spun it to a stop at her side, her eyes fixed on the Shepherd. 

"I think that you're out of henchmen, which means it's time for me to kick your ass. Let's see how you cope with a girl that isn't tied up first."

The sorcerer seemed unconcerned. Bowing his head, he whispered a prayer to his dark Lord and clenched his fists. A red haze shimmered into being around his hands and then a bolt of lightning began to spark between them. Buffy moved fast. She spun sideways and leapt behind a pillar as the lightning shot forth and carved a blazing trail through the pews. Sparks showered around her as the eldritch energy blasted against the stone of the column.

"I gotta learn to hit first and talk later."

There was a slight pause and then a second bolt arced across the church. The instant it swept past her, Buffy stepped out and launched the staff at the magic user. The wooden pole flew straight and fast and her aim was true. It hit the Shepherd in the face and flung him backward over the altar, his magic dissipating as he crashed down.

Buffy walked across to his crumpled, unconscious form and searched through his robes until she found the key to the manacles. Unlocking the woman from her chains, Buffy helped her sit up and gently rubbed her shoulder as she cried.

"These creeps are going to spend a long time behind bars for what they did to you, I promise."

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The vampire stood in the shadows of the alleyway. He watched the doorway of the abandoned church for a moment longer and then turned away, his mind made up. As he walked down the backstreet, his long black leather duster swirled around his legs.

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"How is Faith?"

"She says she is fine, but she's not fully healed yet. I asked her to stay in and keep an eye on Dawn. Found out anything about our little group of monk rejects?"

"Judging from what the young lady was able to tell you, and the types of ritual involved, I am almost certain that the cult was trying to free a demon called Mobadon." Giles removed his spectacles and began to polish them.

"Mobadon is a very dangerous and evil creature. He is said to wield two mighty swords and be over seven feet tall, but what concerns me most, is that the ancient texts refer to him as having vast magical powers. If he was freed, things could get very dark indeed."

Buffy placed her chin in her hand and tapped on the surface of the Magic Shop's research table. "Well, he's not going to get free and neither are his followers. After what they did, not even Perry Mason could get them out of jail."

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"Miss Morgan?" The Wolfram and Hart secretary looked frightened as she entered the lawyer's office.

Lilah glanced away from the client with a look that promised severe punishment for the secretary ignoring her orders not to be disturbed. "Not now."

"I'm terribly sorry Miss Morgan, but I've got an urgent message for you." The woman looked as if she might wet herself with fear.

Lilah turned to her oriental client and gave him a sweet smile, "Excuse me. I won't be a moment."

The stunningly beautiful lawyer left her seat and guided the secretary out of the office and into the hallway. When the door closed behind her she whirled on the frightened woman. "I'm going to have the skin flayed from your back for this."

"Please forgive me, but I thought that you would want to be informed straight away."

"This better be important, then. What is it?"

"I just received a telephone call. The caller didn't give his name, but he said that you had to...er...had to..." The woman looked like she would rather be tortured than continue. That was easy enough to arrange, but Lilah was losing what little patience she had.

"Had to what?"

With a gulp, the secretary continued, "Had to get your skinny ass down to Sunnydale and bail some cultists out of jail."

Anger burned in the lawyer's eyes and her mouth tightened into a narrow line; nobody talked to her like that. "Well, they've got another think coming if they assume that someone of my importance will just drop everything and come running. Especially, not for someone as far down the food chain as cultists. Let them rot, I'm staying right here."

"He said that might be your answer and asked me to tell you that, if so, it would be fine. He said it would give him a chance to come and spend some quality time with you, just like he did with Charles Gunn."

All the colour drained from Lilah's face and she put a hand against the wall to steady herself. She hadn't imagined that the message could have been from him.

"M...Miss Morgan?"

Lilah straightened up and took a deep breath. "Call transport. I'm leaving for Sunnydale immediately."

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"C'mon, stud. Fuck her! You know that she wants it!" Faith flipped a piece of popcorn into her mouth as she settled back on the couch to watch. The muscular guy reached out and tore the babydoll nightie from the little brunette. Her look turned from one of shock to lustful approval.

"That's it. Give the dirty little tramp a length."

"What are you watching?" asked Dawn.

Seeing the young girl standing in the doorway, dressed in her pyjamas and holding a glass of milk, Faith snatched up the remote control and flipped the channel over. "I thought you were in bed."

"Couldn't sleep." Dawn sat down on the sofa beside the Slayer and tucked her feet up underneath herself. She looked at the Tom and Jerry cartoon on the TV and cast a knowing grin at Faith.

"It's okay, you know. I heard the porno. I've seen some before, so you can put it back on. I don't mind."

"I don't think it would go down well with Buffy if I 'corrupted' her little sister."

"She's not here and I won't tell if you don't."

With a wry smile, the older girl flipped the channel back. The hunk was now sucking on the woman's nipples as if his very life depended on it. For a short while they watched in silence, but Faith gradually noticed that Dawn was fidgeting and watching her more than the telly.

"Okay, spit it out. What's on your mind?"

Dawn was nervous and a little unsure of how to say what she wanted to. "Er, you've had experience with a lot of guys, right?"

Faith grinned. "I bet Willow didn't put it like that when she told you."

"No, she said you were a complete who... Er, I mean... she didn... But... you have got the experience, huh?"

The brunette's eyes sparkled with mirth. "Yeah, Dawnie. I've been a little bit wild. What is it you want to know?"

"Well," her cheeks flushed pink, "There's this man that I'm sorta seeing."

"And he wants to take things a little further? How far have you gone already? Second base? Third?"

Colouring even more, Dawn leant forward and whispered, "Everything but a home run!"

Faith laughed, "Ooo, you little slut!" She put the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table. "But seriously, you want him to go all the way?"

"So very much," she sighed.

"What's the problem, then?"

"He doesn't seem to want to. He's had a couple of chances but hasn't done it."

"Perhaps he's still a virgin, and scared to go further."

"Oh, he's far too old to be one. Anyway, I know that he's had women stay the night in his apartment."

"Far too old? How old?"

Dawn looked down at the glass of milk that she held cupped in her hands. "Old enough to be my father. Even yours."

"My fath...? Sheesh Dawnie, Buffy will knock him into orbit if she finds out."

"I know," she said, miserably. "That's why I can't tell her. Promise me you won't, either."

The look of pleading from the young brunette made Faith agree; even though she knew that if Buffy found out, she would be even angrier with her for keeping the secret than with Dawn for having it.

"Alright. I promise I won't tell Buffy. Who is it?"

Dawn shook her head. "I can't tell you that. Why do you think he hasn't made love to me yet? Could it be something I'm doing wrong?"

Faith patted her knee, "No, Honey. Any guy would want to stick his dick into a sweet thing like you, if he could. There has to be some other reason. Is he kinky?"

Buffy's sister looked thoughtful. "Last time he licked me somewhere very naughty."

Faith sat back with a large smile on her face. "Doll, you'll soon get used to that. Getting your pussy licked is just about the best thing there is."

Dawn's face turned scarlet, once more. "No, not there. He did that too, but he also did it elsewhere."




Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 01



Faith arched her eyebrows, "Yeah? Well, in that case, hold on to him. Not many people will do that, but it feels really good when they do. I love it. Did you like it?"

Embarrassed, Dawn gave a tiny nod. "How can I get him to make love to me properly?"

"Girl, that's simple. Don't let him cum. Get him hard and keep him that way. Eventually, he'll do anything to shoot his bolt. If, by then, just showing him your little pussy doesn't do it, beg him to put it in you. Guys love that."

As Faith reached out for the popcorn, a look of pain crossed her face and she gave a little gasp. Her hand flew up to massage her left shoulder.

"Still hurts, huh?"

"Like a bitch! I can definitely recommend avoiding getting two foot of sword shoved through you."

Dawn winced. "How's it healing? Will it leave a scar?"

The older girl shrugged. "Maybe. Wanna see?"

Seeing a nod, Faith grasped the bottom of her T-shirt and dragged it up over her head. She shook her long brown hair free and then tossed the garment onto the coffee table. She wasn't wearing a bra.

Dawn couldn't help but stare at her breasts. They were firm and pert, with light pink nipples. Tracing her eyes up the brunette's skin, she saw the ugly red scar where Bullthrax had impaled the Slayer. The scar was about six inches long and full of crinkled ridges. Slayers healed fast, but it took even one of them longer than the month it had been to recover from a wound that severe. Faith leant toward Dawn and dipped her shoulder, "How's the back?"

Putting her glass of milk on the table, Dawn peered at the place where the sword had come out. "Urggh! It's still a mess."

The Slayer sat back. "This was nothing. If you want to know what pain is, let Anya teleport with you. Now, that really hurts!"

The young woman's eyes filled with concern, "Giles said that you shouldn't have done that. He still doesn't know why you didn't die." Gently, she brushed a lock of Faith's hair away from the scar and then, tentatively, traced her fingers over the roughened skin. Dawn had no idea why she said what she did next; it surprised her as much as Faith.

"Perhaps you'll heal quicker if somebody kisses it better for you."

There was nervousness in the girl's voice and she avoided eye contact, fixing her gaze on the scar. For what seemed like an eternity there was silence.

"That'd be nice."

Her heart pounding, Dawn leant forward a placed a soft kiss on the centre of the wound. She turned her face up to look at Faith, making her long hair swing and brush across the other woman's nipples. "Still hurt?"

"No."

Uncertainty crossed Dawn's face. Faith lifted her hand and tapped the very top of the scar, "Hurts here, though."

With a smile of relief, the younger girl gave that point a tender kiss. "Hurt anywhere else?"

Faith nodded and brought the tip of her finger up to her lips, "Here."

Their lips met and brushed gently together with a kiss that was slow and almost hesitant. Not breaking the contact, Dawn slipped a leg across Faith and sat in her lap. She brought both hands up to caress the side of the Slayer's face at the same time as she felt hands slip onto her own pyjama-clad buttocks.

Suddenly, Faith jerked her head back. "No, Dawn."

"Why?"

"We can't."

The teenager made a face like a hurt puppy. "Yes, we can."

"Okay, shouldn't."

"I don't see why."

"Well, I'm...you're seeing somebody. Are you ready to cheat on him?"

Letting her fingers drift down to Faith's breast, Dawn rolled a stiff nipple between her fingers. "It's not cheating if it's with a girl."

"Oh really. Have you ever been with another girl, Dawnie?"

The brunette rolled her hips against Faith as she continued to play with the nipple. "Sort of. Janice and I have sometimes practised kissing with each other and stuff."

"Stuff?"

"When I stay over at her place, we share her bed. Usually, she cuddles up to my back. One night I woke up to feel her hand rubbing my pussy, so I pretended to be asleep and she fingered me for quite a while as she ground herself against my butt. It was lovely. We haven't mentioned it since and I doubt that she realises that I know what she did."

Silence filled the room as the two girls gazed into each other's eyes. Dawn lifted her other hand and stroked Faith's second nipple as well. She watched the unblemished skin of the Slayer's throat bob as she swallowed.

"Daw.."

Quickly, the teenager covered the older girl's lips with her own, to silence the protest. Her tongue slipped out and licked its way into the other mouth, eagerly coiling around its opposite. Dawn gave a little moan of pleasure as Faith hungrily returned her passion. Together, they lost themselves in the abandonment of the kisses. Faith could taste the sweet mixture of Dawn's saliva and her cherry lip-gloss.

The younger girl gave a little wriggle of joy as she felt the hands on her buttocks squeeze and stroke up and down. Her pale yellow pyjamas rucked up and bunched under the caress. One hand began to trace its way up the centre of her back and tangled in her long brown hair. She gave a slight gasp as Faith pulled her by the hair and rolled them both, so that Dawn was suddenly lying on her back on the couch, beneath the Slayer.

Their tongues continued to coil about each other as Faith laid her body down on top of the teenager, working herself between her legs. When their hips met, she ground her denim covered crotch against Dawn's cotton pyjamas. Again, the college girl gave a little whimper into her sucking mouth. They lost track of how long they lay like that, kissing and grinding together. Finally, the Slayer took her mouth away and fastened it onto the soft, tender flesh of Dawn's throat. As she sucked and licked, the younger girl moaned in pleasure and grabbed hold of the back of her head to hold her lips against her.

With one last, long lick, Faith sat up and looked down at her girlfriend's sister. She saw the way that Dawn was looking at her and then flicking her eyes down to her bare breasts. Smiling, she slipped the fingers of both hands into the teenager's pyjama top, between the buttons over her tiny breasts, and with a sharp tug, ripped the garment open.

A startled look turned to one of willing submission as the young girl grinned at Faith's roughness. Ducking her head down, the Slayer locked her lips around one of the tiny nipples and began to lash her tongue around it.

"Ohhh, that's nice!"

While her mouth sucked on the stiff little bud, Faith's eyes looked up into Dawn's and she winked. Her lips pulsed against the tender flesh, making it throb. The young girl moaned as the tongue swirled in circles around her sensitive little nub. It quivered from side to side as Faith flicked at it and then nipped it between her teeth. Dawn closed her eyes and let herself drift with the exquisite sensations.

She felt Faith hook her fingers into her pyjama trousers and drag them down her legs. Rather than feeling shy at being so exposed before the older girl, Dawn felt a thrill of excitement. The wonderful sucking mouth left her small breast and began to kiss its way down her chest. It drew a wet circle around her navel before tracing a path across her belly and sliding into the hairless folds of her quim and beginning to lap at her. It felt so good and at the same time so different from when Giles had done the same. Where the man had licked with passionate abandon, Faith licked with teasing slowness, each touch of her tongue knowing just which sensitive spots to focus on.

Her tongue parted the fleshy lips of Dawn's labia and danced along the slippery path between them. With a surprising tenderness, she licked a loop around the young girl's clit and then sunk into her silken passage. The teenager gasped and arched her body, twisting the fingers of one hand in Faith's long brown hair.

Swirling all around the soft walls of her cunny, the probing tongue stirred the juices and flicked at the intimate flesh. It dipped in and out of her velvet hole, taking strings of sweetness back into the Slayer's mouth.

"Oh, Faith! That feels so good!"

The brunette smiled, but kept on licking at the young girl. Her attentions were gradually driving the teenager to distraction. For a long time, she licked and enjoyed both the delicious taste and the whimpers that accompanied her lapping. Dawn began to pull on her hair and thrust her hips against her face. Each delicate lick made her cunt flesh quiver and twitch. The young girl's pussy lips were gaping open and covered in shiny, sticky love juice. Working her tongue with a coiling motion, Faith buried it deep and teased the inner walls with jerking flicks.

"Oh! OOHHhh!" Dawn reached out and used both hands to press Faith's face against her spasming pussy.

"OH, THAT'S IT! LIKE THAT! OH, GOD!"

For several more minutes, she licked and lapped at the young girl's pussy, then, knowing just when to switch her attentions, Faith took her tongue from the convulsing passage and fastened her lips onto the throbbing button of Dawn's clitoris. Sucking hard, she lashed her tongue across the bud. Dawn bucked hard as her back rose from the couch in an arch and she squealed with ecstasy.

Faith kept her hold and let her lips surround the twitching bud with a pulsing, sucking circle of flesh. The muscles in the teenager's thighs rippled and quivered as her orgasm swept through her. Her breath blasted out in little bursts and the skin of her cheeks and throat turned pink. One hand let go of the Slayer's hair and clenched into a fist as it beat against the back of the couch.

She shuddered again and again, before her whole body went rigid and froze. For a few seconds, she was motionless, and then with a sigh, she relaxed and crashed back down onto the sofa. Her body glistened with a coating of sweat and her breasts rose and fell quickly as she gulped for air.

Faith sat up and licked the smeared juices from her own lips.

"MMmmm, you taste good, Babe."

Dawn was still too breathless to speak, but she grinned and swept her hair out of her eyes. Faith grinned back and gave her bare thigh a playful slap. "Get to bed, Buffy will be back soon."

Obediently, the younger girl sat up and pulled her pyjama trousers back on. When she put her top back on, she noticed a couple of missing buttons, but didn't seem to care. She picked up her milk and headed for the stairs. With a glance back over her shoulder, she asked, "Can we do that again, sometime?"

"Maybe. Now scoot!" 

Faith pulled her T-shirt back on and settled back with the bowl of popcorn.

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"But, Honey-bunny, it would look so good!"

"Forget it."

"Please, Snookums!"

"No."

"Not even for your little Harmy-wah-mi?" she pouted, twirling her finger around his nipple.

"Not even for somebody I actually liked."

"Ooo, you pig!" 

She slapped him across the shoulder and rolled over in the bed, dragging the sheet with her. He rolled his eyes and wondered if the easy sex was worth her inane prattle. Reaching out, he lifted his pack of smokes and flipped one into his mouth. As he snapped the lid open and struck the flint, his lighter made a metallic snick.

Sucking the smoke deep, he savoured it and then blew out a long slow plume. She'd sulk for days and make his un-life a misery if he didn't placate her a little.

"I'm not about to let you change the sodding colour of my hair, but if you want, you can touch up the black polish on my nails."

She turned back to him, all smiles again. "Oh, Spikey, you do love me!"

He took another drag on his cigarette and mentally staked her. Harmony exploded into a cloud of dust and the empty silk sheet dropped down to the bed. 

He let the pleasant daydream fade and turned his thoughts to what he had to do next: capture the small, brown furred werewolf. "So, he wants the she-wolf taken alive, eh? That's no fun at all. A dog that won't hunt is good for nothin'. Still, it'll be interesting if her mate tracks her down. His high and mightiness only told me not to kill the female, but he didn't say a word about the guitarist."

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The 1967 Plymouth Belvedere GTX convertible roared down the freeway's off-ramp. The driver floored the gas pedal and they shot past a sign that read "Welcome to Sunnydale". The girl in the passenger seat looked across at him.

"Do you think that Buffy will be able to stop him?"

A frown creased his face. "If she can't, we're all going to die."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "Buffy and The Exiled 02" in which several old faces return to Sunnydale. 

FROM THE AUTHOR : My thanks go to OMEGAZONE for his time and patience in editing my work. This story was inspired by an anonymous feedback that asked to see Cordelia return to Sunnydale. 



Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 02



NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together.

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"Would you like me to give you a lift home, Buffy?" Giles was turning out the lights in the Magic Shop as he spoke.

"No, that's okay. I think I'll just swing through Restfield on my way home."

As he climbed into his car, he gave her a fatherly look, "You've done enough patrolling for one night. Go home and get some rest."

Buffy waited until her Watcher had driven off. "Not much chance of rest, with some of the dreams I've been having, lately." Sighing, she turned to head for the cemetery. That was when a shadow detached itself from the alleyway by the side of the shop.

"Buffy."

She didn't need to see his handsome features to recognise him. His voice could still send thrills of excitement through her. "Angel!"

He stepped into the light, concern written all over his face. "Cordelia had a vision. A very powerful demon is about to be released in Sunnydale and I figured you might need my help."

She cast him a frosty glare. "We've not seen each other for so long and that's your opening line? No, 'Gee, it's nice to see you, Buffy. You're looking great. How've you been?' You think because you're over two hundred and fifty years old that you don't need to have social skills?"

His face showed confusion and he began to say something, but she cut him off. "And what makes you think I need your help, anyway? I've managed just fine all this time. You're the one who decided it would be better for us if you just left and went to brood in L.A.!"

As she began to walk away, he snatched hold of her elbow. Anger filled his voice when he spoke, "You know why I left! And I haven't been brooding in L.A. I've helped a lot of people through the agency."

"Yeah? Well give yourself a good pat on the back! You get to play at this, while I don't have a choice!" She yanked her arm from his grasp and strode down the pavement. He followed after her, his long black duster flapping behind him.

"Play at this? Don't be so childish!"

As the words left his mouth, she whirled on him, "Childish! Childish! You didn't seem to think I was a child when you seduced me on my birthday! Or was that the point?"

Her fury made him back up a pace. "What? No! You know that's not what it was about. We were in love." He paused before he continued, "Look, Buffy. This thing that Cordelia saw is really bad. She said that you would need our help. I'm sorry that my arrival has upset you, but we need to work together on this. Can we do that?"

For a long moment, she was silent. "Were?" she finally managed to croak. Letting out a long sigh, she shrugged and began to walk slowly in the direction of her home. "Okay, you'd better come back with me and we'll compare notes."

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When Buffy opened the front door, Faith was walking out of the kitchen with a bottle of beer in her hand.

"Popcorn made me thirsty, Bee. Want one?"

The blonde shook her head and stepped to the side to reveal Angel. She watched the look on Faith's face as she saw the vampire. It was easy to spot the doubt that hit her girlfriend when she saw the former lovers together. It was only there for a second before she covered it with her usual cocky bravado, but it was there.

"Hi, Angel. Got any neck, lately?"

He was still standing outside on the porch, but he gave her a small smile, "Faith."

Buffy swung the door wider as she turned to him. "Come in and take a seat. I'm just going to visit the little girl's room. It's been a long night and I haven't had a chance to go."

Faith wagged the beer bottle at her, "Too much info, Bee. You just lost some of that feminine mystery. Now, lover boy is gonna realise that you're flesh and blood like the rest of us, and not some sort of erotic goddess." With that, the brunette Slayer disappeared back into the living room and settled down to watch the next slice of MTV.

Buffy gave Angel an apologetic half-smile, "Be back in a mo."

As she vanished up the stairs, Angel strolled into the front room and leant against the doorway. "So, are you living here, now?"

Faith crunched the last of her popcorn. "Nah. Buffy wanted me to stay for a couple of weeks while my shoulder healed, but I'm just here on babysitting duty. You know how overprotective of Dawn Bee is."

A slight smile crossed his face as he glanced over his shoulder at the stairway, "Oh yeah. I forgot about little Dawnie. I'll have to make a point of saying hi to her." He looked at Faith with a stare that seemed to penetrate right through her, "She must have grown into quite the young woman by now."

"I suppose so."

They waited for Buffy in silence as Christina Aguilera gyrated to her latest single on the screen.

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Giles was wearily making his way up the stairs to bed when a knock sounded at his door. He walked over to his weapon chest and took out a wooden stake, slipped it into the back of his trousers and went to open the door. He was surprised at who stood there, "Wesley?"

"Hello, old chap," said his fellow Watcher, but his words lacked their usual bounce. Giles could tell that something was very wrong. The Englishman looked like he hadn't slept for days.

"Wes, what's wrong?"

Before the man could reply, Cordelia appeared from behind him and pushed her way past the two men and into Giles' apartment. "That's great. You two play twenty questions while I stand outside in the dark and freeze my butt off. I wouldn't want you to have to show me any of your famous English good manners and invite a lady inside."

Giles worked his mouth for a moment and then belatedly said, "Of course, how rude of me. Please come in and make yourselves at home."

Wesley stepped across the threshold and shut the door behind him. Cordelia dropped her purse onto the sofa, walked into the kitchen and began to search the cupboards, "Giles, where do you keep the cups? I could really use a hot drink."

A little flustered, the Watcher looked to Wesley, who sank down onto a chair with a sigh. He seemed pale and very tired. Cordy tapped on the breakfast bar to get his attention, "Giles?"

"Huh?"

"Cups?"

"Cups? Oh, yes. Allow me." He walked around the counter and flicked on the kettle as he began to remove three cups from the shelf. While Cordelia went to sit on the sofa, he fussed about making the tea.

"How are things working out in L.A.?"

Wesley and Cordelia exchanged a look before he turned to Giles, "Not good. Cordelia has received a vision that foretells of the rise of Mobadon. He's a..."

Giles interrupted as he carefully filled the cups with hot water, "A demon of vast magical powers, trapped in a dimensional vortex for the last one thousand years. Yes, I know."

"Oh. I, ah, see. How?"

Adding the milk to the tea, Giles explained about Buffy's earlier encounter with the disciples. By the time he had finished, they were all sitting down and sipping at their drinks. "So, you see," he finished, "Mobadon won't be able to rise."

"That's not what my vision had to say about it. The image was quite clear. Mobadon's disciples will free him and he will make Buffy suffer for getting in the way. And that may not even be the worst of it," she added, glancing hesitantly at Wesley. He sighed and lowered his gaze to the floor.

Giles was puzzled, "What could be worse than that?"

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Buffy sat next to Faith on the sofa and looked at Angel in the chair opposite. "So, this demon is still gonna get loose?"

"Somehow, yes."

"Okay. We'll get Giles to do some research and find a way to kill it when it does."

"It won't be that simple, Buffy. If he gets free, he has a deadly control over magic. Probably more than anything that you've come across, so far. A wooden stake or even a battleaxe may not get the job done."

"You'd be surprised just how many times it will," Faith muttered, swigging some more beer.

He gave her a black look and then continued, "Cordy's vision showed her other things, also. The disciples won't be acting alone. A cadre of vampires will be helping them."

"Vampires we can handle. Mr Pointy is very good at vampires."

"Listen, Buffy, I understand that you can hold your own. I know that better than most, but this is serious. It'll be light in about an hour. I know where the vamp's nest is. I think that you should use the daylight to thin them out a bit and that may help divert the prophecy."

She looked thoughtful, "Any idea how many there are?"

"At least fifteen that I counted." He saw the look of shock on her face.

"Fifteen! I'm not sure I've ever come across so many vampires working together, before. I can't possibly fight that many at once!"

Faith placed a hand on her arm, "Hey, relax, Bee. I'll be there. That means you've only got to cope with seven. Put the daylight on our side and that means that we hold all the cards. They can't fight very well when they're busy bursting in t' flames."

Buffy didn't look convinced; she didn't like the odds one bit. "Maybe there's another way," she said, looking at Angel. He shook his head.

"This is the best chance you'll have. Take Faith and make use of it."

Her face wrinkled with doubt, but the other two seemed to think it was a good idea. "Okay, we'll go, then. But I'd appreciate it if you could stay here and keep an eye on Dawn for me."

"Sure."

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Giles looked anxiously from Wesley to Cordelia. "Well? What could be worse than the cult freeing the demon?"

"There's something you have to know," said Cordy. As she spoke, she blinked rapidly and shook her head. "It's...It's...it..."

Hidden inside the young woman, Sima was getting restless. She was hungry again. The succubus needed to drink regularly to maintain her strength. Exerting her power, she took control of Cordelia. The woman wouldn't even realise that Sima's will was not her own, and would think that any actions she was commanded to do were of her own volition.

As the succubus' power flowed into her, Cordelia smiled at the two men. The effect was almost instant; males fell under her spell much quicker than females. Giles placed his cup down onto the coffee table and looked her up and down with an intense stare. He admired the long, slim curve of her leg as it ran up to disappear beneath her miniskirt. He licked his lips and focused on the swell of her breasts, beneath her cotton top.

Wesley balanced his cup of tea on the arm of the chair and then began to tug his sweater over his head. Cordelia nipped her lower lip between her teeth as she traced her eyes across the muscles of his chest. With an easy grace, she stood up and placed her hands on her hips as she looked deep into each man's eyes in turn.

"Want to play, boys?" 

She swayed her hips with a tiny motion, which made her skirt swing from side to side. With a seductive shimmy, she ran the back of both hands up her own sides and grasped a breast in each hand. She squeezed them and threw back her head, moaning. Straightening up, she rubbed her hands along her throat and tangled them in her hair, which she dragged high above her head and then let it drop back down. The act of raising her arms so high, pulled at her short skirt and it rode high enough for the two men to see the lace tops to her stockings.

Kicking off her shoes, she stepped toward Giles and lifted one foot onto his crotch. She gently ground her toes against his hardening bulge and smiled down at him.

"Want to stick that beast inside of me, Giles?"

His hand covered her foot and pressed it harder against himself. His fingers slid across the silk of her stockings and caressed her ankle as he let his head lean against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. The former cheerleader balanced on one leg easily as she kept up a to and fro motion with her foot. She could feel his cock getting thicker and longer with her sensual rubbing.

Wesley moved behind her and reached around to grasp her breasts and squeeze them. His lips sought her neck and she tilted her head to one side to give him better access. She sighed and closed her eyes. It was a delicious feeling to have one man's lips pulsing against her throat and another caressing her foot against his monster hard-on.

Giles sat forward, keeping her foot in place with one hand, and ran his other up her leg to rub her stocking tops. The lace rippled beneath his fingers as he felt the silk give way to the heat of her inner thigh. Her flesh was smooth and unblemished as his fingers slithered further up under her small skirt.

"MMMmmmmm" she moaned, floating with the two men's desire.

Wesley sucked and licked at her earlobe as his hands rubbed in circles on her breasts. His palms could feel her nipples hardening beneath her top. She flexed her toes against Giles' hard member as his fingers slid onto her panties. The small silk garment rucked up under his questing touch and he felt the softness of her womanhood. Her labia slid beneath his caress and his fingers moved along her silk covered slit, seeking the entrance to her sexual heart. The dampness of the fabric coated him with her juicy anticipation.

"Ooo, yeah. Just there's good," she whispered.

Wesley coiled his tongue into her ear as he slid one hand down her chest and worked it into the gap between her blouse and skirt. Her belly quivered as her breathing sped up and his hand tickled its way back up to cover her breast from the inside of her top. He could feel the fancy lace design of her bra beneath his fingers and he flipped it down to release her nipple to his touch. The rubbery flesh sprang free and stiffened as he rolled and pinched it.

"MHh mmm," she cooed.

Giles dug his fingers around the side of her panties and slipped them straight into the slick folds of her pussy. She was warm and wet as he probed her. With a little twist, he pushed two fingers as deep into her as they would go. Her young body welcomed him and anointed his hand with her cream. Her hips gave a little push toward him. Pumping in and out of her for a moment, the older man gently withdrew his hand and lifted his fingers up to her lips. With a languid slowness, she dropped her mouth around them and sucked like a baby at a teat. Her eyes fixed on his as she tasted herself on him.

Wesley let his free hand drop to her crotch and took his turn to thrust three fingers into her, hard enough to yank her body back against his own. Giles' fingers slipped from her mouth and she let out a small groan of lust as she was roughly invaded. With short jerks, the British man fucked her with his hand, making her quiver against him. She had to put her foot back on the floor to steady herself as she felt her legs go weak.

"Ooo, easy tiger. Let me give you a little sugar."

With that, she turned in his grasp, till her breasts pressed against his chest and she looked up into his handsome face. Still wobbling with his thrusts, Cordelia lifted her mouth to Wesley's and kissed him. At first it was so gentle that they could hardly feel the contact, but quickly passion urged them onward and soon their tongues were writhing inside her mouth.

As the two L.A. companions worked at each other, Giles slowly took off his clothes and watched. Cordelia was a stunning woman with the added benefit of the suppleness of a cheerleader. He smiled as his mind conjured all sorts of different positions that he could bend her into. When he was naked, he gave his hard cock a slow stroke and then reached for the young woman.

He took hold of her elbow and pulled her away from Wesley. She spun to him and hooked her arms around his neck. Her eyes flicked down to his stiff rod as it poked against her, "If I'd known that you had a creature like that hidden away, I might not have left."

"In a minute, I'm going to hide it away, again."

She grinned and stretched up on tip toe to kiss him. He slipped one hand to the small of her back and tangled the other in her long brown hair. She tasted sweet as his tongue ran along her lips and was lashed by her own. Suddenly, he yanked her head away by her hair and she gasped. Looking into her eyes, he smiled and then pushed down on the top of her head. Submissively, she knelt before him. Reaching out with one hand, she grasped the base of his cock and slid the head into her mouth. He sighed in pleasure as she sucked him as deep as she could and then stirred her tongue around the swell of his glans.

Cordelia made a slurping noise as she drew him from her mouth and started to lick at the small slit in the head of his cock. She covered it with little butterfly kisses and then sunk his whole length back into her eager mouth. Gulping, she took all of him. His huge shaft disappeared into the tight confines of her throat and was milked by the muscles there.

With a moan of lust, Giles threw his head back and grabbed at her with both hands. His fingers tangled in her hair as she bobbed back and forth on his shaft. Wet gurgles escaped from her as his whole rod left her lips and then thrust back inside. He looked across to Wesley, who had just finished removing his trousers.

"It seems that Miss Chase has a talent for this. Have you tried her?"

"Almost non-stop for the last two weeks. The girl's become insatiable. She's wearing me out!"

The two Englishmen grinned at each other. Between them, Cordy continued to suck Giles deep into her throat. Long strings of saliva dripped from his shaft and her chin. As she sunk her mouth around his long length, her cheeks slid along his flesh and her lips formed a tight circle that drove him to distraction. Wesley moved to stand beside her and gently coaxed her mouth away from Giles and onto his own, more modest weapon.

Kneeling between them, Cordy held both throbbing cocks in her hands and kept swapping her mouth between them. She gulped and gasped for air as they thrust themselves as deep into her as they could. After several minutes, Giles reached down and, hooking his hand under her arm, pulled her to her feet.

"Why don't you show me some of that nubile body you've worked so hard to keep in trim?"

After a quick kiss, she stepped away from the two men as they sat back on the sofa, and began to dance to a rhythm only she could hear. With a serpentine motion, she rolled her hips and spun in a very slow circle. Her whole frame undulated and her breasts pressed tautly against the cotton of her blouse. Her fingers leisurely undid the buttons and she slipped it from her shoulders. Her deep blue bra had one cup slipped down to reveal her nipple. Pouting seductively, she turned her back to them and unhooked the small undergarment, spreading the straps wide. Glancing back over her shoulder, Cordelia let the flimsy thing drop to the floor.

With a dancing wriggle, she rotated back to face the two Watchers. Her hands cupped her breasts and she swayed before them. With a naughty wink, she ran both hands down her body to her knees. Her luscious breasts bobbed into full view and they were topped by light brown nipples that were rigid with desire. Giving a giggle, she slid her hands back up her thighs, catching her skirt and drawing the hem of it up until her panties flashed into view.

Ruffling the edges of her skirt like she was dancing the Can-can, Cordelia danced around until her back was to the men, once more. Bending at the waist, she flipped the back of her skirt up and hooked her fingers into her silk panties. Drawing them down, she stopped when they were bunched just under the two cheeks of her buttocks. Letting her skirt drop back to cover herself, she danced back round to face them. With a cheeky smile, she lifted the front of her skirt to flash them a quick glimpse of her neat brown pussy hair, and then hid it from view with the flat of her hand.

Fluidly, she undulated before them for another minute before she unzipped the side of her miniskirt and let it fall around her ankles. Hooking her fingers back into the sides of her panties, she worked the tiny silk garment back and forth for a moment and then stepped out of it. With a mischievous glance, she wiped her knickers along her wet slit and then tossed them across to Giles. She laughed as he lifted them to his nose and breathed her scent deep.




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Naked, except for her silk stockings, she danced before them and showed off her wonderful body. Her breasts bobbed as she moved and she watched the two men follow them with their eyes. Finally, she moved forward and climbed onto Giles' lap. His hot shaft bumped against her and she pushed it upward until it was trapped between their two bodies. She ground her pussy mound against it and lowered her mouth to his.

Wesley stroked his cock with one hand and reached across to cup her breast with his other. As she worked her tongue into Giles' mouth, she turned her face toward Wes and shot him a quick wink. Kissing the ex-librarian for a while longer, Cordy eventually slipped from his lap and mounted herself onto Wesley. As she slid his cock inside her wanton passage, she looked at Giles and blew a kiss at his throbbing erection.

"I think I should have a little bit of preparation before you fuck that monster into me."

She gave a little squeal as Wesley slapped her buttocks and began to thrust up into her. Gasping, she returned his bucks and rode him with delight. Her nipples jerked up and down as her breasts bounced and rolled. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back in a moving wave as she sped up her movements and ground him deeper inside of her. The whole sofa rocked with their hurried thrusting.

"OH YES, WESLEY!"

The younger Watcher bounced her up and down on his hard pole and moaned with lust. Her juicing slot slithered up and down on him, causing waves of ecstasy to ripple through him. Excitedly, he gave her buttocks several swift slaps. She flashed him a dazzling smile and rode him harder.

"Oh, my, Cordelia. You're so tight! It's heaven!"

She cupped both sides of his face and hungrily sought his mouth. As he pushed his tongue up into her, she sucked on it like it was a little cock. He let out an animal groan and grabbed hold of both her buttocks, ramming himself into her hard and fast.

Giles sat back and watched the two enjoy each other for several more minutes. When Cordelia leant backward and moaned, he took hold of her arm and guided her over to his own lap. She crawled across and took hold of his large, hard shaft, guiding it to the dripping entrance of her snatch. His bulbous head parted her silken folds and slid into her. As she descended onto his hot length, she let out a contented sigh. His thickness stretched her with a delicious fullness as it ploughed up into her.

"Oh, yeah! That's good! I like this cock! In fact, I fuckin' love it!" she cried, humping up and down on him.

He entwined his fingers around the small of her back and she leant into them, arching herself backward. Her hair swung around her and her breasts thrust invitingly forward. Giles couldn't resist and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She bucked even more wildly as he sucked on it.

Her pussy made wet squishing noises as she drove it up and down on his stiff pole. When she had it thrust up to the hilt inside her, she gave her hips a twitch and made them dance in a circle on his lap. His thighs shone with her glistening juice.

Giles held the young woman and stuffed himself into her with a savage delight. He loved the way that Cordelia whimpered as he plunged in and out of her young body. They bucked against each other for several minutes, until both were breathless and coated with sweat. Suddenly, Giles felt her pussy walls tighten and twitch around him. Ripples surged up and down her most intimate flesh and her whole body quivered. In silence, she fell forward and rested her head against his shoulder as he continued to thrust up into her spasming passage. She shuddered and let out a long, quiet sigh. Her hips slowed their roll against him until she just sat there and let him plunge up into her as he wished. Hidden inside her, Sima drank the orgasmic waves and found the nourishment her kind needed to survive.

Stroking a hand up Cordy's spine, Giles massaged the back of her neck as he slowed his own rhythm and savoured the last of the shivers in her cunt flesh. He looked at Wesley.

"I think that got her warmed up. Care to share?"

Wesley grinned and stood up from the couch to move behind her. She raised her forehead and looked into Giles' eyes.

"Hunh?"

"Relax, darling. This is going to be something you'll really enjoy." He looked up at the younger Watcher, "Let me do the honours, would you?" Wesley nodded.

Giles lifted a finger to Cordelia's lips and pressed it between them, "Suck it. Make it all wet for me."

Not understand why, she submitted to his will and sucked on his finger until it was dripping with her saliva. After taking it from her mouth, he reached around her body and cupped her buttocks. His finger delved into the crack and sought out the puckered flesh of her rosebud. He began to gently rub it with just the pad of his fingertip.

She squirmed under his grasp, but her face was lit up by a smile as she did. "Oh, boy! That's so naughty! I've never had one back there."

When he felt her muscle relax under his stroking, he carefully pressed harder and felt his finger sink into her back passage. The tight ring of her sphincter gripped at his invading digit and slid down to his knuckle.

"OOHHhh!"

Her face screwed up a little, reflecting a small discomfort, but her hips slid backward and pushed his finger as deep as it would go. Giles could feel the hot, dry heat of her bowels around his probing flesh and he smiled. She really was a little slut. Gently, he began to slide his finger in and out of her arse as she got used to the feeling. Her little brown flower blossomed against his hand and she started to really enjoy the dirty sensation.

With her eyes closed, she placed both her hands onto the back of the couch, above Giles' shoulders, and savoured the feeling of him finger fucking her taboo opening. She moaned and sighed as she slithered back and forth. Her eyes flicked open when she felt him withdraw his finger from her and say, "Okay, Wes."

Looking back over her shoulder, Cordelia watched the other Englishman shuffle up behind her and, holding his stiff prick with one hand, guide it to rest against her back door. The heat of his cock felt intense against her virgin hole and her flesh tightened as he pressed against it. One of his hands gripped hold of her waist and he held her firm as he pressed harder at her puckered rose. She gasped out loud as she felt the circle of muscle give and his bulbous head begin to sink into her. She couldn't believe what a wonderful feeling it was. At the same time it felt uncomfortable, deliciously perverted and erotic, filling and also made her blush with embarrassment.

His flesh slid into her forbidden passageway and she squealed as it felt like he would never stop. For the first time in her life, she had a cock buried in her arsehole. Not only that, but she had the biggest one she had ever taken sheathed to its hilt in her pussy, too! The male members were only separated by a thin wall of her flesh and she could feel them bump along each other inside of her.

When Wesley's hips pressed firmly into her buttocks, he held still for a moment and let her tight sphincter get used to his violation. Cordy shuddered as she sat on Giles' lap and her breasts were squashed against his chest. She could feel the hairs on Wesley's chest tickle her back as she was sandwiched between the Watchers.

Suddenly, her groin seemed to be deluged by and avalanche of ecstasy as the two men began to slide their cocks in and out of her at the same time. She grunted as she felt her arsehole stretch and slip along the rod that impaled it and, at the same time, her pussy juiced gallons around the stiff meat that plunged up into it.

Four hands held onto her waist as the men began to stroke into her with a quickening pace. She shivered as thrills danced along her nerves and she lowered her forehead back to Giles' shoulder. She clung to him and surrendered her young body to satisfying the lust of the two older men.

The sofa rocked back and forth under the force of the thrusts that were assaulting the cheerleader. She held on and rode them with a fiery passion of her own. Never before had she felt this good and dirty at the same time. Soon, she felt like she had become just two twitching holes of flesh for the men to take and use as they wished. Lost in the delirious joy of the animal rutting, Cordy gasped for air and nipped at the older Watcher's shoulder with her teeth.

"OH, FUCK ME! I'M YOUR WHORE AND YOU CAN FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!"

She barely realised what she was saying as her body rocked between the two rods of flesh. Her pussy tingled and her arsehole throbbed as they slammed into her again and again.

"OH, THAT'S IT! FUCK MY ASS! MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR BIG, HARD COCKS!"

She covered Giles' throat with kisses as she felt the hot drips of Wesley's sweat raining down onto her back. All three of them were lost in their own little world of tingling pleasure and hardly even noticed that the others were there. Giles felt her soft pussy lips squash up against his pubic bone as he buried his throbbing cock as deep into her womb as he could. She cried out in pleasure and bucked even harder upon him.

Wesley closed his eyes and concentrated on the wonderful feeling of her virgin arsehole wanking his cock with its tight grip. He swung his hips back and forth and felt his whole length draw along her warm chute. As he thrust hard into her, he felt the inner walls drop away from his cock head as it hammered into her rectum. Her sphincter pulsed and quivered around the base of his cock and he moaned with lust.

Roughly, he lifted his hands and filled them with her breasts. He squeezed the tender flesh tight in his grasp and humped into her harder. She gasped and cried out as her buttocks rippled with the force of his thrusts.

"OH GOD! FUCK IT WESLEY! FUCK MY LITTLE DIRTBOX!"

Her whole body shook and she squealed as she exploded into another orgasm. Even buried in her arsehole, Wesley could feel the inner walls of her cunt convulsing and surging around Giles' large cock. Her warm hole grasped at him and her little rosebud pulsed in a delicious spasm around his flesh. It was too much for the younger Englishman. He shoved himself as deep into her as he could and felt his own stiff flesh jerk and pulse as his cum spat out into the depths of her bowels. Thick, creamy wave after wave jetted into her and he filled her with his hot spunk.

Sima exulted as she absorbed the energies from the two powerful orgasms. Her strength grew with each delightful throb as she drained a little bit more of the life from the fucking couple.

Giles continued to pump steadily into Cordelia's silken cunt as she flopped against him. Both of the younger people were spent as the thrills of ecstasy bore them along. The older Watcher smiled as the young woman shivered on his lap. He could feel the movement inside of her as Wesley slowly pulled his cock out of her arse. Giles watched him collapse onto the floor and lie there, gasping for breath. Now that they had both had their pleasure, it was time for Giles to have his.

With ease, he stood up, lifting Cordy as he went. Her breath caught as he slid his long length from her sopping pussy. With a tender kiss to her lips, Giles laid her face down on the floor. She folded her arms beneath her head and looked back at him with a contented smile. He straddled her back and then slid his hips along her legs until his cock nudged against the bottom of her round buttocks. The lace of her stocking tops rubbed against his balls.

Her rosebud was a deep scarlet as he pressed his glans against it. She whimpered as it sucked him in and his huge shaft began to slide into her tender arsehole.

"Fuckin' Hell, that's big!" she grunted.

Giles shifted his body around and lay on top of her back, his legs either side of hers. With a long slow push, he buried his mighty length up to its hilt in her back passage. She moaned and rubbed her cheek against her arms.

Keeping his hips still, he waited for her body to adjust to his wide girth. He planted soft kisses amid the hair that was slickly plastered to the back of her neck. After a moment, her felt the tight ring of her sphincter blossom around him. It signalled her acceptance and he grinned as he began to fuck her. Little moans of painful delight slipped from her as he ploughed her with increasing speed.

"Oh, fuck that's good!"

He groaned his agreement as her young flesh slithered around him. Quickening his pace still further, he began to pound her hard against the floor. Her breath blasted out of her with little Ooofs each time he slammed his cock home. The soft flesh of her buttocks cushioned the impact of his hips banging into her body as he started to really pump her.

Over her shoulder, he could see her hands claw at the carpet.

"OOoo, OOoo, OH, AHHHH!" she gasped beneath him.

With one last savage thrust, he slid his whole length into her violated arsehole and began to spurt his tribute inside her. She squealed as the hot lashes of cum washed into her depths. The twitching jerks of his cock caused her sphincter to tighten its grip on him as his seed flowed.

Finally, as weak as a kitten, he rolled from her body. Her little rosebud gaped open for a moment, and then slowly closed behind him. He struggled for breath and looked up at the ceiling, "Good grief!"

Sima drank the waves of his orgasm and settled back, contented.

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Buffy paused at the doorway as she was about to follow Faith out into the morning air. She turned back to Angel, "Promise me you'll take care of Dawn for me." With a barely audible mumble she added, "You know, if anything goes wrong or whatever."

He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, "Nothing will go wrong, but I promise, anyway."

With a worried nod, she hurried to catch up with Faith. He watched them walk away. The sky was already beginning to lighten.

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Willow slipped her arm around Tara as her girlfriend laid her head on the redhead's shoulder. They walked with an unhurried pace, both tired from the long nights worship, having just completed a blessing ceremony in the woods that should ensure the continued patronage of Thespia.

"Sometimes, I wish that the Witching hour could be moved to a little earlier in the evening. The whole midnight till one in the morning can play havoc with my bedtime plans." She gave Tara a saucy smile and bumped their hips together.

"Sweetie, you have bedtime plans every night. Thespia requires a blessing only once every three months. We can work around that."

"Oh, sure. But it's never good to suppress the desire for snuggles. That way leads to crankiness."

They sauntered through the growing light as the sun rose over the horizon. Tara hooked a thumb into the waistband at the back of Willow's skirt. As they approached the end of Revello Drive, Willow stopped and a look of shock froze on her face.

"Will?" Tara followed her girlfriend's eyes to where a multicoloured van had just pulled into the roadside. Her heart sank as she recognised who it belonged to. The door swung open with a creak and Oz dropped down onto the pavement. He was scruffy, wearing a floral bowling shirt over a green T-shirt with his hair unkempt, but, as usual, he exuded coolness. He gave Willow a tiny smile, "Hey."

"Hey," she replied in a little voice. Tara stepped a pace away and hugged her arms around herself. She cast her eyes down and stared intently at the grass growing through a crack in the pavement.

Oz took a step closer to his ex-girlfriend. "I was just on my way to your place to see you."

"You were?"

He gave a small nod. For Oz that was practically a whole conversation. "I need a favour."

"Oh? What?"

He held up his wrist and showed her the charm that he wore coiled around it. "Can you make another one of these?"

She took hold of the little talisman that hung from a multicoloured strap. "Why? Is this one broken? You use it to help control the wolf, right? I think I'll need a strand of your hair to bind into the clay and make it personal to you."

"Er, it's not for me."

She couldn't understand why a talisman to contain the inner wolf would be wanted by anyone but a werewolf. "Not for you? Then, who?"

The sound of the van's passenger door squeaking open and then slamming shut made her look up. Through the windshield, Willow could see a blonde walk around the front of the vehicle. When she came into view, Willow gasped and staggered back with her hand held up in front of her. After two steps, her feet tangled up and she crashed down onto her backside.

"T...That's not possible! I saw Oz kill you! He tore your throat out!"

Linking her arm through Oz's, the blonde gave Willow a shrug. "You DO know it takes silver to kill a werewolf, don't you?" asked Veruca.

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An aspect of Sima's power was that her victims would remember everything, but dismiss it all as quite normal. While Giles lay on his back, panting, he thought back to their interrupted conversation. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked at Cordelia, "You were going to tell me what could be worse than the cult waking the demon, before we got sidetracked."

She rolled onto her side, her body gleaming with its coating of sweat. Her smile faded and a look of sorrow crossed her face. "Angel's on his way to Sunnydale."

"Oh, I see. That could stir up some rather difficult emotions for Buffy."

"No, you don't understand. The problem with Angel is that he isn't."

"Isn't what?"

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Dawn rolled over in her sleep. She woke with a muffled scream as a hand clamped down on her mouth.

"Hello, Dawnie," said Angelus.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "Buffy and The Exiled 03" in which events gather pace and Cordelia says a special hello to an old flame.

FROM THE AUTHOR : Thanks, as always, to OMEGAZONE for taking the time and effort to edit my work. His help is greatly appreciated. Please take a minute to send feedback on your thoughts of this story. I love to hear from you and it keeps my interest going.



Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 03



NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together. 

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Tara took hold of Willow's elbow and helped the redhead to her feet. "Are you okay, Sweetie?" 

The blonde witch shot an uncharacteristic steely glare at Veruca. Willow had briefly told her about the way the female werewolf had tried to kill her to gain Oz for herself. She remembered the gory details of Oz savaging the singer to death to save his girlfriend. Or so Willow had thought.

He looked uncomfortable with the blonde linking hold of his arm. There was an awkward silence as Willow stared at the two lycanthropes. "Y..You two are together, now?"

He gave a slight nod, "Pretty much."

Her distress was evident. Tears brimmed in her eyes. "W...Why?"

Veruca flashed her a predatory grin, "It's an animal thing. Primal. We're the same beast, deep down."

Oz looked sideways at her and made a little gesture with his eyes. It obviously meant something to the girl, because she shrugged at him and turned back to Willow. "I wanted to talk to you about what I did. I need to tell you that I'm sorry. I treated you very badly."

"Badly? You tried to make me into your lunch!"

"Not really," she smiled. "A snack, maybe."

Oz nudged her, "Not helping, Ru."

The singer looked genuinely contrite. "I'm sorry, Willow. With Oz's help I'm working to control the beast within. I want to change." She looked thoughtful for a second, "Into a better person, not the wolf. You got that, right?"

Willow rolled her eyes. As she did so, she saw that Tara was seeking her attention.

"I'm just g...g...going to go and make sure that Dawnie is up and getting ready for college. You know h...how she likes to ignore the alarm clock."

Willow nodded. "Okay, Honey. You go on ahead and I'll follow in a minute."

As Tara hurried away, Veruca looked at Willow in disgust. "Honey? You're a dyke?"

"That's enough!" snapped Oz. "Get back in the van!"

Veruca's eyes sparkled as she backed up a step. He stared her down until she hesitantly gave him a nod and then climbed back into the vehicle. He looked at Willow with an apologetic expression on his face, "She's still a work in progress."

"Yeah? Well she's a real piece."

He couldn't help but smile at the way she folded her arms across her chest and made an angry face. In so many ways she was still his Willow. If only things had been different...

"We do need your help. I'm teaching her how to control the wolf, the way I do. Already stopped her hunting. Well, people, anyway. But it's not just the meditation and herbs. She needs her own talisman. Will you make it?"

"Maybe. Oz, how can you stand to be around her?"

He sighed. "She's not as bad as she can appear. Actually wants to do the right thing, most of the time. She just finds it hard, Will."

Willow looked at him as if he were mad, but let it pass. "How did you two get together?"

"That's a rather complicated story."

"Simplify it."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, "When I had to leave Sunnydale I just wandered. One day I saw a flyer for a gig that Shy were doing at a local tavern. Don't know why I went, but I did and there she was. We had a huge argument out in the parking lot. That was when Dr Gordon's goons showed up and captured us."

"Dr Gordon?"

"He was one of the scientist that was working for the Initiative when I was held there. Only, it turns out that he was more interested in doing his own research than the army's. He secretly imbedded a transmitter into me and then tracked me down to continue his experiments on the wolf. He was thrilled when he found that he had captured two werewolves, instead of one. The fact that we were male and female made him think he'd won the lottery."

He frowned at the bad memories, "Anyway, he made us do horrible things, all in the name of science. We escaped eventually, but it got messy. The experience formed a bond between us."

"Do you love her?"

He looked at her with a shine in his eyes, "She needs me, Will. The wolf is more difficult for her to control. You have no idea how hard it can be, to have something powerful, but dangerous, inside of you."

She glanced away from him. She knew only too well how hard it was to control the evil within. "Okay, I'll help. But for you, not her."

His face creased with a warm smile, "Fair enough."

Her reply was drowned out by the loud music that blared from a black van that drove past and turned onto Revello. The tinted windows hid the occupants, but could not hide the sounds of the Sex Pistols screaming their version of My Way. Willow frowned at it. Something felt wrong.

"Oz drive me home, quickly!"

The small man never asked for an explanation. He just hurried to start the vehicle, as she climbed into the passenger seat beside Veruca.

The blonde singer slid sideways to leave as much of a gap between them as she could. "You'd better keep your hands to yourself, rug muncher." 

Willow leant over until her lips were beside Veruca's ear. "You really don't want to piss me off, because a wolf isn't the only thing you can be turned into."

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Tara walked up the path to number 1630. It had been Buffy's house ever since she and her mother had moved to Sunnydale. Now it was home to the two witches, as well. She let herself in, but as the door swung open she gave a gasp of surprise.

A vampire in a long black coat was stepping from the bottom stair while carrying Dawn under one arm. His reactions were much quicker than hers. With an animal snarl, his free hand shot up and slapped her backward. The blonde Wiccan flew off the porch and crumpled into unconsciousness when she hit the pavement.

Angelus shook Dawn. "Who's that? If she's a Scooby then she can probably do something. What?"

Dawn squealed as his grip felt like it would crack her ribs. She knew that if Angelus found out that Tara was a witch, he might hurt her. "She...She's nobody."

He shook her again. "Ow! Okay! She's Willow's girlfriend. She sometimes joins in by helping us with the research, that's all. Honest!"

A black van screeched to a stop before the house. The sun hadn't risen very far and the building cast a shadow that reached to the roadside. The side door to the van slid back and Harmony stepped out. She bounced on her heels and waved at Angelus. "Cooee! Over here!"

"Oh, great! He brought the moron!" he said in disgust. Carrying the struggling teenager with ease, he strode passed the limp form of Tara. As he tossed Dawn into the back of the van, he looked over at Harmony. "Fetch the sleepy-head."

She looked blankly at him. He sighed. "The unconscious girl lying on the path to Buffy's house. Get her."

"Oh, right." Striding over to Tara, Harmony let her beautiful face morph into the vampire. She picked up the comatose witch, slung her over her shoulder and then climbed back into the van as Angelus slammed the door shut behind her. Spike floored the gas pedal and they shot down the road.

Harmony smiled at Buffy's sister. "Hey, Dawn kidnapped at dawn," she laughed. 

The teenager scowled back, "Very funny."

Angelus glanced at her, "Harmony's quite the wit."

Dawn folded her arms across her pyjama top, "Yeah? Well, you're half right."

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Buffy and Faith looked around the old mansion. It was very obvious that nobody had been here for quite some time.

"Something's wrong. Angel said that there was a nest here. It's not likely that he made a mistake."

Faith kicked an old stool over. "A wild goose chase is what this is. Perhaps lover boy thought we needed the exercise."

Buffy placed her hands on her hips and stared at her girlfriend, "Why do you keep doing that?"

"What?"

"Calling him 'lover boy'."

"Well, he is."

"Was."

"Whatever."

Buffy put her hand on Faith's arm, "There's no need to be jealous, you know. Angel and I are ancient history. Him literally."

Faith looked into Buffy's eyes and then turned her gaze away. "Right. So Angel's one less person I have to share you with, got it."

The blonde Slayer shook her head with incomprehension. "Faith, you don't have to share me with anybody."

"Yeah, right."

Anger sounded in Buffy's voice when she spoke, "Now what are you talking about?"

"Come off it, Bee. You can fool yourself, but you can't fool me."

"You're whacko, you know that?" She spun around and stalked out through the door they had smashed open to enter. Faith followed her.

"Deny it all you want, Bee, but that doesn't stop it being true!"

"We're not having this conversation, Faith. I'm your girl and that's that!"

"Maybe so, but you're his, too!"

"Go to Hell!"

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When they got back home, there was a reception committee waiting in the living room. Willow and Xander were pacing back and forth while Anya was sitting on one end of the sofa, next to Oz. Buffy's surprise at seeing him nearly made her miss the fact that Veruca sat next to him.

"I thought that you were dead!" she said, staring in disbelief.

"And another member of the 'state the obvious' club makes her bid for chairman," the blonde singer grumbled. 

Oz put a hand on her knee, "Ru."

Willow looked almost distraught. "Buffy, it's Dawn and Tara! They're gone!"

"What? Where? Has Angel gone with them?"

"Not quite," said Giles. Buffy turned to him. She hadn't even noticed that the Watcher was standing near the archway to the back room. Next to him were Wesley and Cordelia.

"Quit it with the cryptic, Giles. What's going on?"

"We are pretty sure that Dawn and Tara have been taken by Angelus."

Buffy felt the room swim around her. Ice clutched at her heart with the thought of what the vampire would do to her sister. "No! Tha..that's not possible! Angel was here and he was fine!" She turned to Faith, pleading written on her face, "You were here. He was fine, wasn't he?" "He seemed so, but don't forget, he did send us out on a pointless mission."

"Yeah," said Xander, bitterly. "Just so he could have some 'special' alone time with the Dawnster."

"Shut up!"

"Face it, Buff. Angel's gone bad just like he did before."

"I said shut up!" she took a step toward him, rage boiling inside her.

"Hey!" shouted Anya. "Don't you dare take it out on Xander! It's not his fault that your boyfriend has gone homicidal. Again! He kills people and you forgive him. Now he's got your little sister and Willow's girl-toy!"

Buffy whirled on her, "Don't you even start with me, Anya. You've killed far more people than Angel ever did!"

"Yes. Quite true. But I never snapped the neck of one of your friends and then expected everyone to just ignore it."

Buffy turned to look at Giles. She could see the struggle in him not to throw Jenny's murder in her face. "Giles...?"

The Englishman took off his glasses and slowly polished them. Buffy knew him well enough to know that he was using the pause to get his emotions under control. Finally, he replaced them on his nose and cleared his throat. 

"Raking up the past will not help Dawn or Tara. Angelus has returned and needs to be dealt with. From what Cordelia saw in her vision, he has used his influence with Spike to gather a group of vampires that will help the disciples of Mobadon free their dark Lord."

"But Angel couldn..."

Cordelia stepped forward angrily, "Buffy, get a clue! Angel got his moment of happiness and then spent several hours killing our friend. His friend. Very slowly. You really don't want to know what he did to the body so that we would find it in an 'amusing' way!" Her voice cracked and she put a hand up to her mouth as her eyes filled with tears.

Wesley spoke up, "Actually, it may help Buffy to comprehend that Angelus is truly back if she does hear what he did to Gunn." Unconsciously, Wes slipped his spectacles off and polished them. Watching him, Buffy wondered if the ritual was part of a Watcher's training. Replacing them, he continued.

"Early one morning, Cordelia got a vision. She was in Angel's room when I heard the cry of her pain. It was only a single vampire that her second sight warned of, but in a place a few hours down the coast. So rather than have Angel risk going about in daylight, Cordelia, Fred and I went to see to it. It was almost midnight when we returned to the Hyperion. The whole lobby was decorated for a party; balloons were floating on strings; streamers were stretched around the walls; a table was laid with a buffet and glasses of wine. Hung above the reception desk was a big sign that said, 'Welcome back! Enjoy the party, Angelus.' It was written in blood. The wine was blood. What at first glance looked like streamers were cords of intestines. Gunn was sat in a chair behind the desk. His body was mutilated and his head had been cut off and placed on his lap with his own penis stuffed into his mouth."

The Englishman's eyes narrowed as he looked straight into Buffy's, "Do you see, now? Angel is gone and Angelus is back. I am going to stop him. I owe Gunn that much. So, with or without your help, we will thwart his plan to release the demon and then send him back to Hell where he belongs."

Buffy looked from Giles, to Wesley and Cordelia, and then back again. "But the disciples are locked up. How could Angel..." She closed her eyes for a second and sighed, "How could Angelus get them out of there?"

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Edward Morton, alias the Shepherd of Mobadon, followed the young lawyer out of the police station.

"I don't understand. Who did you say you worked for?"

Lilah slipped inside the limousine as the chauffer held the door open for her. She waited for the Shepherd the take the seat opposite her and for the door to be shut behind him.

"I am doing this as a favour for a party that is interested in helping you to free your master. Your twelve disciples will all be released within the hour. Now, I will give you a piece of advice. Your benefactor is a very dangerous man to cross. Do as he 'asks' and you may live long enough to earn the reward that you deserve. But, even think about fooling with this man and he will make your suffering last for much longer than a thousand cuts. Do I make myself clear?"

The Shepherd looked at the beautiful woman as the limo began to drive down the street. "You are afraid of him."

She shifted uncomfortably. "Mr Morton, I am an intelligent, successful woman. I am not stupid. Anyone who is not afraid of this man most definitely is."

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Buffy sagged into a dining chair. "Okay. Any ideas how we can find them? Will, how about using Tinkerbelle?"

The witch gave a sad frown, "Tried it. Nothing. That means that she's either out cold or..." Her voice cracked and she couldn't go on.

"Tracking Spike would be our best course of action, at the moment," Giles announced. "We know that a cadre of vampires are helping the disciples, so maybe you could try making some enquiries with Willy. Find out if he knows of any large nest, and so forth."

"Willy's dead, remember? Spike's men paid the Alibi Room a visit to throw us off the scent of the Corrupter."

"Why don't we just capture a vampire and convince it to talk?" suggested Xander.

Buffy shook her head, "Good plan, but, hello? Daylight. Not gonna be many vamps looking for a snack for at least ten hours. Dawn and Tara may not have that long."

A hesitant voice spoke up, "We might be able to find them."

Everybody turned to look at Veruca. She suddenly seemed uncomfortable in the silence, "Oz and I could track them for you."

"You could?" Willow seemed eager to grasp onto any straw. She looked hopefully at her ex-boyfriend. He considered it and then gently nodded.

"It may work. We'd need something with their scent on."

Willow rushed up the stairs to the room she shared with Tara. Once there, she cast her eyes about trying to think what would have the strongest scent of her lover on it. She spun around and hurried into the bathroom. Flicking open the laundry basket, she dragged out the bra that Tara had worn the previous day. She remembered the blonde slipping it off as they changed into clothes that were more suitable for heading into the woods to do the blessing ceremony. Hurrying back, she darted into Dawn's room to see what she could find of hers. She was spoilt for choice. Clothes were scattered across the floor and draped over a chair that stood in one corner of the room.

Oz stood up as she returned to the living room. He looked almost shy as Willow pressed the bra into his hands and gave Veruca a T-shirt of Dawn's. He looked down at the bra and then swapped it with his mate. Both women gave him a perplexed look.

"It's better if I try to find Dawn. You remember how I get around Tara."

Willow looked crestfallen. "Please, Oz! Do it for me. I trust you. If anyone can find Tara, it'll be you."

"Actually, that's not true. Ru stands a better chance than I do. She's been the wolf a lot longer than I have."

Veruca stood up. "I'm more in tune with it. I don't fight it the way that Oz does."

Buffy looked slightly puzzled, "Why are you both not just going to look for the two scents at once?"

"It's easier to hunt if you focus on one prey," said Veruca, helpfully. She slowly looked at the slightly horrified expression on all the Scoobies faces. "Er, did I say hunt? I meant track. It's easier to track pr... a person if you concentrate on just one scent."

"Okay, then," said Buffy, making for the door. "Faith and I will go with Oz. Willow, you go with Veruca."

"Why do I have to go with her?"

"Because, Veruca's tracking Tara. You do want to be there when she finds her, don't you?"

Oz looked at Buffy, "It'd be better if Faith didn't come with us."

"Why?"

"She'd confuse the trail."

"How?"

He looked embarrassed as he glanced at the brunette Slayer. "She's covered in your sister's scent. It's rather overpowering."

"No, I'm not!"

Buffy glared as Faith gave her a worried look, "I'm not!"

Suddenly, the brunette smiled with relief, "Oh, hang on. I know what it is. Dawn fell asleep watching the television, so I carried her upstairs. That must be it." She risked a glance at Oz. The stocky little man didn't contradict her.

Satisfied, Buffy turned to the group, "Okay. Faith can go with Willow and Veruca. The rest of you hit the books. I want to know exactly how they intend to release the demon."

The searchers left in one big group. They walked in silence as the two lycanthropes reached the pavement and began to head down the centre of the road. Two streets later, they halted.

"What's up?" Buffy could see the unspoken communication between the mated pair.

Oz shrugged, "There's a small cross breeze here. Leaves us with two trails."

The groups split up.

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Wesley pinched his nose and scrunched up his eyes, "Yes, I agree, but the ramifications of the disciples previously attempting the ritual of Agernoth point to them not having discovered the true incantations to free Mobadon."

The two Watchers sat at the table in Buffy's dining room with lots of books scattered before them. Xander, Anya and Cordelia were half reading and half listening to the debate. Giles sat back and took off his spectacles, letting them hang from his hand as it rested on the chair arm.

"Ordinarily that would be the case, but you have to take into account the factor of Angelus's history. Savage he may be, but stupid he is not. He knows more than you would think about matters mystical and magical. When we were trying to destroy the Glove of Myhnegon Angel knew how to create the living flame to do it. That's not something a casual delver would know. Even I had to research it, first."

Xander flipped his book shut and leant over to Anya, "I'm hungry, Hon. Gonna make a snack. Want me to fix something for you, too?"




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She shook her head and then kissed his cheek. As he left the room, Sima turned Cordelia's head to watch. She could read the girl's memories as if they were her own and she knew all about the history between the pair. The succubus smiled to herself; this had possibilities.

"I think I could use something to eat, as well," explained Cordelia as she got up and followed her ex-boyfriend through to the kitchen.

Xander had the fridge door open and his head almost buried inside. Watching his backside, Cordelia folded her arms underneath her breasts and leant against the doorway. She approved of what she saw; he had really filled out from the gawky teenager into a muscular and handsome man.

"You know, Harris, you made the biggest mistake of your life when you chose that redhead over me."

Surprised, Xander stood up before thinking and his head cracked into the top shelf of the refridgerator. He looked round at her as he briskly rubbed the new lump he was growing; his face a strange mixture of pain and wonder, "You can't be serious. That was a long time ago." Priorities rearranged themselves in his mind and he added, "And I didn't choose Willow over you. It was one kiss and we only did it because we were in bad shape and thought that Spike was going to kill us both, anyway. It was the comfort of the condemned."

Cordelia tilted her head as though she could hear something. "You know what? Your lips are moving but somehow I think it's Willow's words coming out."

He scowled at her and shut the fridge door. "I can only say I'm sorry so many times, Cordy."

She raised an eyebrow and then walked with deliberate slowness toward him. As he looked at her, he felt a sudden change in himself. Arousal flooded through him as his eyes traced the rippling hem of her miniskirt. The way it slid across her tanned thighs made him swallow hard.

Sima let her powers implant the commands she wanted into Cordelia and her ex-boyfriend. Neither would know that they had become puppets to feed the succubus, and would feel that their actions were completely natural. It was laughably easy for her.

Cordy walked up to Xander and stood so close that her breath warmed his lips. "We never went any further than third base when we were dating. I want to change that." She stuck out her tongue and moistened her lips, "I want to see what it feels like to have you inside me."

Her perfume made him giddy and the way her eyes sparkled with lust made him want to take hold of her and ravish her there and then. He cleared his throat and lifted a hand to brush a lock of hair from her face, "I think we can arrange that. I remember what the inside of you feels like to my fingers, so I'll have something to compare it to."

She grinned, "Yes, the broom closet. I remember, too." She tugged at his belt and flicked open the buckle. "This time I'm going to make sure that we don't finish halfway. I was oozing juices all through classes, that day."

Their lips danced lingeringly close to each other as he felt a tug at his waist and his belt began to slide through its loops as she drew it from him. Desire surged in him as he let his eyes feast on her wonderful body. They drowned in the pool of her eyes and then slipped free to catch the sparkle of her lip gloss and drop to her smooth throat. Her unblemished skin sloped down to the exciting valley of her cleavage. He could see the round sides of her breasts as they thrust against the expensive blouse she wore. 

Cordelia tilted her head up to look into his eyes, "I want you to sheath yourself deep. Make me purr, Xander."

Unable to resist any longer, he clutched hold of her upper arms and lifted her to his mouth. The kiss was deep and passionate. She hummed her appreciation as his tongue thrust into her mouth and danced around her own. As they hungrily devoured each other, their bodies pressed tightly together and squashed her breasts against his muscular chest.

Cordelia could feel the swelling bulge at his groin as her hips bumped against his. Pushing him away, she licked her lips. After a quick glance toward the dining room, she nodded her head at the door to the basement, "I think we would have more privacy down there. C'mon, stud. Let's go and you can show me just what I missed in high school."

He watched her buttocks roll with a seductive rhythm as she went and opened the door. Glancing over her shoulder, she raised her eyebrows, "Coming?"

That was a line impossible for Xander to resist. "No way! I'm just breathing heavy!"

"That was lame even by your low standards," she sighed and disappeared down the stairs. With a shrug, he followed her.

Cordy stopped on the bottom step in the basement. Xander passed her and turned around. Their eyes were now level and waves of desire passed between the ex-lovers.

"You know, Cordelia, you always were the hottest girl in the school."

"Well, duh!" she grinned.

His hands slid around her slim waist and pulled her close enough to kiss. Their lips rubbed against each other and their tongues entwined. She tasted so sweet to him. It was surprising that he had forgotten just how good a kisser she was. In no time at all his pulse was pounding.

Her hands caressed his chest and stroked the muscles on his arm. With a feather light touch she let her fingers dance to the bottom of his T-shirt. Their lips parted for only the second it took for her to drag the shirt over his head. Tossing the bright orange garment aside, her fingers returned to his nipples, twirling them sensuously.

She let out a little gasp of delighted surprise as he took hold of her buttocks and squeezed.

"OOooo, horny little devil, aren't you?"

His only answer was to pull her tighter against himself and kiss her. His hands roamed over the supple flesh of her butt and rucked her mini-skirt as they went. He smoothed one hand around her side and then slipped it down the front of her leg. When he felt the fabric of the skirt change to the silk of her stockings, he reversed the direction of his hand and ran it over the lacy border onto the firm flesh of her inner thigh.

He could feel a slight tremble ripple all the way from her legs to her lips. Smiling as he kissed her, he stroked his hand further up, onto her panties. He could feel a very definite damp spot. As the pouting lips of her pussy slid beneath his fingertips, she rocked her hips back and forth with the tiniest of movements.

Still not parting their mouths, she reached between them and rubbed her hand firmly up and down his crotch. She could feel his manhood swelling at her caress. With a final lick around his mouth, she stepped down to the basement floor and slowly sank to her knees. Watching her brown hair descend his chest, Xander gulped in anticipation.

Cordelia unbuttoned his trousers and tugged them down his legs. His underwear followed, enabling his throbbing erection to spring free. Its wavering was stopped as she took hold of it with her left hand and slid his foreskin down to reveal his glans.

There was a delicious moment when he saw the top of her head move toward him and then he felt his cock begin to sink into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her lips formed a tight ring that slid down his shaft as her tongue curled underneath it. When she had taken about half his length, she slid her head back until just his helmet was touching her lips, and began to swiftly flick it with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh," he sighed.

A glistening jewel of pre-cum formed in the little slit on his cock head and she quickly pursed her lips and sucked it up.

"Gee, Harris, if I'd known that you tasted this good, you'd have got a blowjob everyday!"

Closing his eyes, he put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her back onto his throbbing pole. This time he slid into her until her nose rested against his pubic bone. She froze for a moment, allowing him to enjoy the feeling, and then began to work her mouth up and down his length. She smiled when her ministrations caused him to moan out loud.

"Uh, jeez, that's good! Uh, ahh, Cordy, that is sooo nice!"

When his shaft slipped from her lips to leave just his glans in her mouth, she made a humming sound in her throat, knowing the vibrations would tickle that sensitive bit of skin beneath his cock's head. Xander bucked his hips wildly and both his hands grasped onto the sides of her face.

Keeping her mouth working its wonders upon him, she tilted her eyes up to look at him. They gazed lovingly at each other as she slid back and forth on his stiff rod. Gently, he hooked some of her hair behind her ear and smiled down at her.

He wasn't sure how long she sucked on him, but all too soon he had to make her stop or he would pass the point of no return. As enticing as it was, her mouth wasn't where he wanted to pump his spunk. Taking hold of her hand, he helped her stand up, loving the way that her mouth and chin were shiny with his juices.

She just stood before him as he fumbled with the buttons to her blouse, before shrugging it off and laying it over the banister. He stepped back and admired her. She was a picture of youthful beauty. Her skin was tanned and firm, her belly flat and even and her breasts were pert in the lace bra that contained them. As he watched her, she reached behind herself and unfastened her miniskirt, allowing it to slip free as she stepped out of it. Now he could clearly see the damp patch on her panties that his fingers had found.

"Cordelia, you are stunning," he whispered, almost to himself.

"You expected anything else?"

He speechlessly shook his head. He couldn't remember how many times he had fantasized about seeing her undressing, but even in his head she hadn't looked this good. With a contented smile, she reached up and unhooked her bra. Her eyes never left his as she let the garment fall. It thrilled her to see him so lost in his lust for her.

"C'm here, Xander," she breathed.

Still with his eyes glued to her nipples, he moved forward and she used her finger and thumb to take hold of the head of his cock. Pulling the front of her knickers forward, she pressed his hot glans against her slit and shivered as his heat enflamed her tiny clit. It swelled out of its little fleshy hood and pressed into the seeping slit on his rounded head. She had to hold his shaft with a slightly firmer grasp because it began to twitch of its own accord at the sensation. It was her turn to close her eyes and tilt her head back.

"Ohhh, stand still. That's it. Like that. Oh, yeah. Can you feel my little bud throbbing against your hard cock, Xander?" To emphasize her words, she gave her hips a tiny rock to try and push her love button into him.

The feeling was so erotic that he lost control. His balls jerked and a blast of cum shot out and sprayed against her sensitive nub of flesh. She gasped out loud as another hot blast of juice squirted against her and his rod bucked in her hands. It slid along her slick slit, coating her puffy labia in jet after jet of warm cum. She writhed under the amazing feeling, as his warm juice dripped from her throbbing clit. It felt like she had a small fire hose in her hands and she was directing its spray all across her most tender flesh.

When his pumping stopped, she wanked him in her hand as she gazed down at the sticky slime that oozed down her sex. Grinning, she flicked her eyes to his and then swiftly dropped down and took his sticky shaft back into her mouth. With pulsing sucks, she drank his salty fluid and licked him dry. She didn't stop when she had cleaned it all up, though. She bobbed her head back and forth, treating him to her full expertise and skill with her mouth.

It amazed him, but she stopped his tool from softening and made it hard again in moments. He swooned with the delicious thrills she created. His sighs of pleasure and her wet slobbers were the only sounds in the basement. This time she worked him like a pro and brought him back to the boil with a skill that he had never encountered before.

"I think that gets you ready again, Harris."

"God, Cordy! You are amazing at that! I guess dating half the guys in high school had some rewards, eh?"

"Hey!" she laughed, slapping his leg.

Standing up, she peeled her cum soaked knickers down her legs. He felt desire course through him as he looked at her pussy covered in his cooling cream. With a sexy grin, she turned around and bent over, using the third step up to rest her hands upon. She then looked over her shoulder at him and wiggled her firm bum at him.

"Deep, remember? Make my kitty purr."

Holding onto her hips with one hand, he used the other to work his rigid shaft into the sopping folds of her tight pussy. When he had the head buried in her intimate flesh, he thrust hard and ploughed his full length into the depths of her womb. The force of it made her rock forward and gasp.

Feeling her moist walls around his hot shaft, Xander took hold of her hips with his other hand. Gripping her tightly, he pulled his own hips back and tingled as her soft flesh slid along his hard rod. When his glans began to slip from the wet folds of her entrance, he slammed back as deep as he could. Her grunt was music to his ears.

"OOooff, that's it you sod, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

He didn't need any encouragement. Back and forth he pounded into her. Wet slapping noises accompanied their gasps and moans. Her wanton snatch took him to the hilt with every thrust and released him with a reluctant squish. As he bent to his wonderful task, sweat dripped from him to run in rivulets down her back. The way her buttocks rippled as his hips bounced off them made him grin with savage delight.

When his swollen glans hit the depths of her cunt, he felt her shiver and then a spasming wave rolled along her inner walls, grasping at his invading length.

"OH FUCK YEAH! I'M CUUMMMINNNNGGG!" she wailed.

If he hadn't done so himself just minutes before, her milking ripples would have had him shooting into her at the same time. As it was, he gritted his teeth and continued to bang in and out of her twitching passage.

Sima savoured every wonderful wave of ecstasy from the young girl. It fed her and increased her powers.

Suddenly a shaft of light came from the top of the stairs as the kitchen door was opened, "Xander?"

He froze, buried to the hilt in his ex-girlfriend as his current one stepped into view.

Sima wasn't bothered that the coupling pair had been discovered. It just gave her one more body to drink the life from. So, with confidence, she reached out her power and tried to grasp control of the blonde. It surprised her when she felt no response from the girl descending the steps.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?" Anya bellowed.

Sima redoubled her efforts. If her power had a dial, she would only need to set it to one to take hold of a man. For a woman she would need to go to three, perhaps. She had to crank it all the way to the maximum ten to control the girl before her. The succubus was shocked to realise that Anya was not only a demon, but also an unusually powerful one. The torrent of lust that the hidden creature released to snare its new victim drove its previous captives to begin rutting with abandon.

Anya's anger melted away as she got closer to the fucking couple. Arousal replaced it with a roaring blast. She felt her nipples harden and her quim juice up at the sight of her boyfriend shoving his dick into the beautiful brunette.

"Xander," she chided. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to have sex? It's not fair to leave me out."

As she reached the bottom step, Anya unfastened her dress and worked it down her hips. She wasn't wearing underwear because she liked to have her bits acccessible to his touch whenever he wanted. It filled her with desire to see him pounding hard into the cheerleader. The way Cordelia's breasts swung beneath her with each impact made Anya's pussy tingle. Reaching out, she cupped one of the hanging globes and pinched the nipple. Cordy sighed and looked up at her as she shook to the rhythm of the thrusting.

Xander removed one of his hands from its place on the hip and pushed it between Anya's thighs. Her legs shifted wider to allow him access. With the greater freedom, his fingers traced the path of her crinkled folds and circled around the opening to her sex. With a couple of corkscrew twists, he worked them up into her silken tunnel and stroked the inner walls. Wet, flesh slithered under his touch as he sought out her g-spot. When he felt that special place on her front wall, he tickled it and rubbed his finger pad in the motion he knew drove her wild.

Cordelia rolled her hips as he continued to sink his rigid pole into her mushy depths. Waves of pleasure accompanied his manly thrust and she delighted in the submissive way she let him have free reign in her tender hole. It was a totally new thrill for her as she felt the other girl's fingers tickle their way along her belly and spread the petals of her pussy so that her boyfriend could pump deeper.

Anya used two fingers to part the cheerleader's outer lips and then strummed the girl's clit with her middle one.

"OH MY GOD!" gasped the brunette. Her tender pussy was being assailed by two totally different attacks that left it quivering in helpless delight. Xander's thick shaft continued to plough in and out of her as his fiancée drove her wild with an expert touch.

An incoherent squeal burst from Cordelia as she crested the peak into her second orgasm. Again her pussy spasmed around Xander's pistoning. Her ecstatic cries rose in pitch as Anya ducked down beneath her and began to lap at her throbbing bud as her pussy gushed juices around the thrusting shaft of man-meat.

"HOLY FUUUUUCCCCKKK!"

This time the convulsing sheath of pussy flesh drew the cum up from Xander's balls like a magnet. He groaned and slammed himself to the hilt in her. His first jet erupted into a twitching maelstrom of seething flesh and juice. A hand on his thigh pushed him back and his second bolt of cum sprayed onto the outer lips of his ex-girlfriend's pussy. Before his third jet left his jerking rod, Anya sank her mouth around him and let him spray the rest of his tribute onto her tongue.

For what seemed like the longest time the three of them stayed in that position. Cordelia was still bent forward onto the stairs. Xander held onto her hips, more for support than anything else; his legs having turned to jelly. Anya sucked every last drop from her lover and then climbed out from under his current fuck toy.

Mounting two steps, the vengeance demon took hold of Cordelia's chin and lifted until the girl was stood before her. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and let all the cum she had saved drain down onto Cordy's lips. The brunette gasped in shock, and the salty stream poured into her mouth.

Xander thought that his thousand year old girlfriend had shown him some kinky tricks before, but this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He watched in amazement as a white stream of his still warm cum slithered from one mouth to the other. When the last of it dripped into Cordy's mouth, Anya lowered her lips and kissed the girl deeply. Their cum soaked tongues swirled around each other in a sticky, salty dance.

Finally, Anya let go of the girl and turned to Xander, "Next time, count me in from the start, okay?"

He nodded so hard he though his head would fall off.

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The shackles pinched at Dawn's wrist. She was manacled to a wall on one side of a cellar in the old monastery, her arms uncomfortably raised above her head. At her side, Tara groaned and hung limp in her own bonds. Spike and Angelus were talking to a man in a long black robe, near the doorway. Harmony had been set to guard the two prisoners, but seemed more intent on trying on a little black dress. She seemed oblivious of the men, or her drab surrounding, as she smoothed the Lycra over her rounded buttocks. Unable to use a mirror, the blonde vampire gave a little pirouette as she glanced at Dawn.




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"Don't I just look sensational in this?" Ignoring the sulky stare that was flung her way, Harmony carried on as if Dawn were her best friend.

"I got it in April Fool's. The meal that was wearing it just didn't do it justice."

Flicking her long golden hair over her shoulder, Harmony stuck out a foot and looked at her black stilettos. "These were a great bargain. Special offer. Kill one clerk and get them free!" She giggled her bubbly laughter. Turning her foot left and right, she admired her own legs.

"Don't you think I have beautiful legs, Dawnie?" She inquired as she stroked her hand along her thigh.

The young girl nodded, "Yeah. It's not often you see calves like yours."

Harmony gave her a radiant smile until Dawn added, "Well, not out of the field and away from their mother, anyway."

"Why, you little bitch!" 

The vampire morphed and leapt at the bound girl, claws raking forward. A hand snatched hold of the back of her dress and flung her across the room. Angelus stepped between the two young women.

"Now, Harm. You wouldn't want to damage this pretty little titbit, would you? I need her as bait to bring the ingredients for the ceremony. I might get a little bit sore if you put a crimp in my plans. Would you really want to do that?"

Harmony picked herself up and let her face return to normal, "No, Angelus. I wouldn't want that," she said in a little voice. He gave her a false smile and then turned to face Dawn.

"Now, precious, don't tease the hungry vampire, there's a good girl."

Dawn looked up into his handsome face, "What do you mean; you need me as bait for the ingredients? What ingredients?"

He slowly stroked her face and let his fingers trace their way down to her small breast, rubbing it through her pyjama top. She stared defiantly back at him. He grinned.

"Well, you see, Dawnie, the ritual to free Mobadon requires some rather unusual and rare ingredients. Three different types of blood, actually. That's why I want your sister to pay us a visit. Hopefully she will bring Willow with her. All that leaves is for Spike to fulfil his task and capture the female werewolf that we know came back to Sunnydale a few days ago."

"You mean you need Buffy's and Willow's blood?" She said with a mixture of disgust and fear on her face.

He nodded. "Yes. The blood of a Slayer; the blood of a witch and the blood of a female lycanthrope that has just killed. The damn priestesses that imprisoned Mobadon tried to make the counter spell require such rare components that no-one would ever be able to gather all three at once. Whoops! Looks like they reckoned without the special influence of the Hellmouth."

A man in a black robe hurried into the room and whispered with Spike and The Shepherd. The white haired vampire clapped his hands and rubbed them together, "Oi! Looks like you were right. They're here."

Angelus nuzzled his face into Dawn's neck. He drew a deep breath in, savouring her scent. As he straightened up, his face changed into that of the demon inside him. 

"Showtime!"

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TO BE CONTINUED in "Buffy and The Exiled 04" in which the twelve disciples of Mobadon make use of a female captive. 

FROM THE AUTHOR : If you can, please take a moment to send feedback and let me know what you thought. Once Again, I would like to thank OmegaZone for his tireless efforts editing this and friendship. 



Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 04



NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together.

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Willow watched as the lead singer of Shy rolled her head and stretched her neck. It was an animal like gesture that reminded the witch of how Veruca had moved toward her in the science lab, intending to eat her. The redheaded Wiccan didn't trust the blonde as far as she could throw her, and that wouldn't be very far. Well, not unless she used magic, anyhow. As tempting as that thought was, she needed the girl's help, for now.

Standing in the courtyard of the old hilltop monastery, Veruca closed her eyes and breathed in the lingering traces of Tara's scent. It was now so faint that not even a bloodhound could have followed it. Not much of a problem for someone who had been a werewolf as long as she had, though.

"They took her in there," she said, pointing at a side door to the huge building.

Willow hated to even talk to Oz's new girlfriend, but she had to know. "Is Dawn with them?"

The lycanthrope ignored her. Willow tried again. "Veruca? Was Dawnie taken in there, too?"

The blonde sunk her hands into the pockets of her large black leather coat. "Maybe. Maybe not. Why should I tell you? I've done my bit and found your dikey girlfriend."

Faith stepped between them, looking at Veruca. "Okay, then. Tell me. Was Dawn with them?"

"Drop dead. If you want to know, why don't you just walk your cheap slut ass in there and find out?"

Faith shook her head and laughed. "I like you, girl. You've got balls. But, a word to the wise," she leant in close and lowered her voice. "Snipe at Willow and she's probably just going to get pissy and not speak to you." Her tone developed a deadly edge to it, "Raise your hackles my way once more and I'm gonna rip 'em off and shove them down your throat. Got that?"

They held each other's gaze for a moment until the blonde girl looked down. "Yeah. She's in there, too." 

Faith reached out and patted her shoulder, "Good doggy." She turned her back on the singer and looked at Willow. "Ready to go and get our girls?"

The redhead looked surprised. "What? I thought the plan was to find them and then get Buffy and the others?"

"Sure. We could do that. But remember this, Red. The last girl the disciples got their hands on was gangbanged almost senseless and then they tried to carve her up with a dagger. Want them to play with your squeeze while we wait for backup?"

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Buffy looked at Oz. He shook his head, indicating the scent had petered out, and they began to return to where they had split from the others.

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The monastery door flew inward and was immediately followed by the diving form of Faith. Executing a perfect forward roll, she sprang to her feet in the middle of a mixed group of vampires and disciples. They had been waiting for her, but the ferocity of her attack took them by surprise. In their book, one unarmed woman had no business attacking nearly twenty large men. That was just not how things were done.

Evidently nobody had bothered to explain this to Faith. Her fists and feet began a whirlwind of deadly blows. Several men were disabled before the rest of them were quick enough to respond, then a sea of bodies closed around her.

The light from the shattered doorway reached only a small way into the dim room. The vampires were able to attack without fear of the sun. Outside in the courtyard, the witch planned to change that.

"Thespia gather unto me the gift of the heavens. Bind it upon my command; Vitreus Repercussus Sol!" 

A patch of air above Willow's head shimmered and turned to a sphere of glass. Like a lightning rod it seemed to attract the sunbeams from the area around her and trap them inside itself. The witch lowered one arm to point into the gloom, "Light the Darkness!" 

A foot wide beam of pure sunlight shot from the mystical globe and lanced into the room to illuminate the fight. The human disciples barely noticed it as they battled with the Slayer. The vampires were not so lucky. Five of them that were near enough to Faith to be caught by the beam screamed with unholy agony as their flesh burst into flame and consumed them.

On a balcony over-looking the fight, Spike turned to Angelus and the Shepherd. "Bloody Hell! That's not cricket! The bleedin' wench is cheating! Better get some of the lads to block the doorway with a table!"

Angelus put a hand on his arm to stay him. "Not yet. The Witch hasn't walked into the trap. We need her to step between the sigils. Give it time."

"Give it time? Between that Wiccan bitch and the brunette bint we're not going to have any vamps left! And the disciples are getting their arses kicked without her breaking a sweat!"

"Yes, but you know the good thing about vampires?" Angelus smiled. "We can always make more. All that matters is that we have two of the ingredients. I'm disappointed it's not Buffy, but Faith's blood will work just as well. A Slayer's a Slayer."

Willow had incinerated all the undead that were stupid enough to get in a line with the doorway; now she needed to get closer to help. Casting a black look at Veruca, who was just hovering near the entrance watching, the witch walked through the threshold with smoke beginning to coil upward from her clenched fists. When she took the first step into the room, a vampire leapt toward her. She lifted her hand and a column of flame blew him against the far wall, leaving nothing but a sooty mark.

If she had stood where she was, she would have been okay. But she took one more step. As her foot touched the floor, a mark that was drawn in faint charcoal erupted with a blazing blue light. One the ceiling above, its twin did the same and a spiral of lightning leapt between them. Willow screamed in agony as the mystical trap short circuited her powers. Blazing energy crawled all over her body and she crumpled to the floor. A vampire snarled and pounced upon the fallen woman.

"Dammit!" hissed Veruca. 

She didn't care if Willow got torn apart, but she knew Oz would. Against her better judgement, she found herself racing forward and barrelling into the blood sucker. They tumbled across the floor in a flurry of flailing arms and legs. As she rolled free, she wished she had the werewolf's strength whilst human.

Angelus clapped Spike on the back. "Spikey, my boy, you amaze me! You told me you'd capture the She-wolf, but I didn't think you'd lure her here to do it!"

As his face morphed into the vampire, Spike sneered at the sarcasm. "Sod off, you bloody prat! I'm not letting the lads have all the fun!" With that, he vaulted the railing and dropped the twenty feet to the fight below.

The L.A. vampire turned to the Shepherd, "Get rid of the trail and then feel free to join in." He leapt down to follow Spike.

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Oz came to a halt. Worry etched itself onto his usually stoic face. Buffy knew instantly that something was wrong. "What is it?"

"The scent's gone."

"Oh, okay. We'll backtrack again."

"No, not run out. Gone. Suddenly." He closed his eyes and sniffed the air. "Not just Dawn's. I can't smell Ru, either. That's almost impossible."

"Magic would do it," said the Slayer. "If it's gone completely then we better head back and see what Giles can come up with."

"Maybe Willow and Faith have already rescued them and they are there waiting for us," she added, hopefully.

Neither of them believed that.

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Faith spun a kick to a vampire's head that sent it crashing back into a couple of its allies, even as she staked another. When she rounded on the next attacker, she came face to face with Spike.

"Hello, darlin'. Fancy trying some of them moves out on the big bad?"

"Gladly!" she responded, as she followed up with a combination of kicks and punches. The peroxide vampire was driven back, but was laughing as he went.

"You're a feisty minx, aren't you, Pet? I'm gonna enjoy taking you down."

The Slayer connected with a mule kick and Spike was flung across the room. Angelus replaced him.

"Ah, Faith. Such a sweet morsel. I think I'll turn you into a vampire when I've had my fun with you."

Her fist crashed into his jaw, "What is it with you leeches? If you want to talk, join the debate team. If you want to fight, bring it on!" 

He snarled as his head snapped back to face her. His tongue slithered out and licked at the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. Pressing her advantage, Faith attacked again. With amazing skill, he caught first one fist and then the other. Before she could kick him in the balls, Spike charged into her and they all went down in a heap.

Veruca cracked a broken table leg over the head of a disciple. The man staggered backward as a vampire loomed before her. She was stood with Willow lying between her feet and so could not retreat. With his inhuman strength, the vampire snatched the wooden club from her and his fist ploughed into her stomach. As her breath blasted out and she doubled over, she heard him curse. "Damn primal! You're lucky the boss wants you alive, or I'd rip your head off!" His foot smashed into her face and she blacked out.

Faith bucked her body and threw Angelus to one side. Slamming Spike hard on the back of the head, she made him loosen his grip. When she was only part way to her feet, a bolt of purple energy leapt down from the balcony and blasted her back to the floor. Her head swam as the magic took effect and she became too dizzy to stand. Through her swirling vision she saw Angelus stoop over her, grinning.

"Sorcerer's have their uses, don't they?"

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Buffy rested her hand on Giles' shoulder, "Any luck?"

He looked up into her eyes. "Unfortunately yes, and all of it bad. Where is Faith?"

The blonde Slayer took the empty chair between Giles and Cordelia. With a worried face, she shrugged. "Someone used magic to get rid of the scent trail. Oz can't find any trace of the others. I'm only guessing, but I reckon a certain monk-wannabe is out of jail and this time he's doing more than chucking red lightning about."

Wesley sat forward, suddenly animated, "That's it! Of course!" At the surprised expressions of the group, he explained. "If we can't trace Angelus or Spike, then perhaps we can trace the disciples. Someone must have arranged bail for them, and if we find that someone, then we may be able to find the vampires!"

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"NO! STOP IT!" screamed Dawn.

Spike just sneered and blew her a little kiss. He turned back to Faith who was swaying limply in a pair of manacles fastened to the wall opposite Dawn and Tara. She was slumped toward the floor and her whole body was only held up by the chains on her wrists. Her brown hair hung in a curtain around her face which was about waist height on the vampire. He had been beating the bound girl for nearly a half an hour.

Pausing to take a drag on his cigarette, the white haired man twisted one hand in the Slayer's hair and lifted her face up. Blood ran in streams from her mouth, nose and also a cut above one swelling eye.

"Not so cocky now, are you darlin'?"

Faith's eyes swivelled up to pierce into his. When she spoke, her voice was halting and wracked with pain. "There's...huhk...two things you...huhk hunh... should know, Spike."

He gave her a vicious smile as he flicked his stub across the room, "And what are they, Pet?"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the brunette smiled up at him, "One; I'm gonna hurt you really...huhk...bad."

Her whole body jerked under the force of his blow as he pummelled his fist into her face. Grinning happily, he grabbed her hair and once more looked into her eyes, "And the second?"

"You hit like a girl."

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"I'm impressed, Wesley!"

He held the door open for her as they both left the police station. She was dressed in a smart skirt suit, with her blonde hair up in a bun and a pair of glasses rested across her eyes. In her hands she carried a clipboard and she had a pencil pushed behind her ear. He was sharply dressed in a dark blue suit and tie that he had worn when he first came to Sunnydale to be Buffy's watcher. In his hand he carried a briefcase that he had borrowed from Giles.

"It was nothing really," he said, pleased with himself.

Cordelia was leant against the driver's door to Angel's convertible, "Did it work?"

The Slayer nodded, "Sure did. Ol' Wes here convinced them that he was part of the legal team for the disciples. They thought he was a right idiot when he didn't know that someone had already been by to bail out the clients."

Cordelia flashed a dazzling smile at her friend, "Not much acting required, then?"

"Most amusing," he said, tossing the briefcase into the car and walking round to the passenger door. Buffy vaulted onto the backseat while Cordy slipped behind the steering wheel. As the brunette started the engine, she turned to Wesley.

"So, who is it we have to find?"

His handsome face darkened as he looked back. "The man at the desk said she had a room at the hotel. An old 'friend' of ours. Lilah Morgan."

"You know this Lilah, then?" asked Buffy.

Cordelia nodded, "Oh, yeah." There was an edge to her voice that promised violence.

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Angelus stood on a table so that he could be seen by all twelve of the disciples. "First of all, let me congratulate you on your faithful service to Lord Mobadon. It has not gone unnoticed and you will each receive the reward that you deserve."

There were murmurs of approval from the gathered men. He held out his hand to quieten them.

"Today we have gathered two of the ingredients that are needed to initialise the spell to free your master!" He casually pointed to Faith and Willow. The witch was chained beside the Slayer, but had not received the beating that the other girl had. She looked fine, except for a small mystic symbol that had been drawn in blood on her forehead.

Sat on a table away from the group, Spike frowned. He couldn't help but wonder what Angelus was playing at, now. They had three of the ingredients, didn't they?

"Your dark master will be pleased with your efforts so far. The releasing ritual cannot be performed until after dark, so we have a couple of hours to kill. We need only one more ingredient to complete the spell; we need the blood from an angry woman."

He pointed to a heavy barred door in one corner of the cellar. "There's a young woman waiting in there that should do nicely. Care to make her angry for me?"

Brother Peter stepped forward from the disciples, "How do you want us to do that? Isn't she angry enough at being kidnapped?"

The handsome vampire smiled down at him, "Technically, I suppose so. But I though that you guys had done such a good job so far that you may want to relax a little. Serving your master has all kinds of fringe benefits, doesn't it?"

The assembled men cottoned on and began to whisper excitedly amongst themselves. Once more the vampire silenced them. "Enjoy yourselves with her. Do whatever you desire. When it has gone dark and is time for the ritual, I will come and get you."

At his gesture, the men all filed into the back room. The Shepherd watched them enter and then turned and disappeared up the steps to the monastery's main chambers. Closing the door behind the men, Angelus quietly turned the key and slipped it into his pocket before hopping onto the table beside the English vampire.

After a minutes silence, Spike turned to his grand-sire, "You're a right treacherous bastard, you know that?"

"Call it a gift."

They grinned at each other.

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"Swe.tie, can y.. .ear me?"

Willow looked across to Tara when she heard her girlfriend's voice in her mind. She was surprised that the blonde girl could manage to exert her will enough to focus the communication spell. It took a level of power that she didn't think Tara had.

Concentrating, she sent her thoughts back in reply, "Yes, I..." There was a sizzling noise like meat on a grill and a wisp of smoke drifted up from the mark on her forehead. She gasped in pain and bit her lip so as not to alert the vampires. She saw the concern in Tara's eyes. This time her girlfriend's words came through clearly.

"Don't try and do any magic. They have painted you with the mark of Colos. It stops a witch from being able to concentrate enough to cast and its effect will get worse each time you try. Dawnie didn't tell Angelus that I'm a Wiccan and I don't think he has bothered to asked Spike. When they leave us alone, I'm going to try and float the keys over and unlock Faith."

Willow glanced to the side wall. A ring of keys was hung on a hook about fifteen feet away. Turning back to her girlfriend, she nodded.

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Veruca had come round in the large back room of the cellar. It was completely empty apart from some straw scattered across the floor. The door was a very sturdy oak that was bound with straps of metal and had a tiny barred window in it that had a shutter on the other side. After spending sometime checking that the room was indeed escape proof, the singer crossed her legs and sat down in the centre to wait.

That had been two hours ago. Now the twelve disciples were standing around her in a circle. She looked up at the biggest of them. He could easily have been either a professional footballer or a wrestler. He was huge.

"You know boys; this is no way to book me to sing at your ceremonies."

The big guy removed his hood, "I'm Brother Bartholomew. Your gonna be doin' some entertaining of a different sort."

"Oh, really? Well, Bart, in that case I think there is something you need to know about me, and I think I should give you fair warning," she paused and looked around at the ring of men.

"My juggling really sucks."

"Smart mouthed bitch!"

He stepped forward and slapped her with the back of his hand. She felt like she had been hit a glancing blow by a truck. Rocking back upright, she rubbed her sore cheek, "Okay then. I got that message loud and clear. No jokes."

He grunted. After a pause, she added, "So, how do you feel about dirty limericks?"

This time he slapped her other cheek so hard she thought her eye would pop out of its socket. At a nod from him, the twelve cultists cast off their robes and stood before her naked. She glanced around at the thugs.

"Don't worry guys. It's probably just the cold that's making them all that tiny."

She squealed as Bart twisted his hand in her hair and pulled her to her feet. His ugly face lowered to within and inch of her nose. "Let's see how smart your mouth is when I shove my nine inches right up your fucking ass!"

"Yeah? To do that wouldn't you have to get a surgeon to remove it from the vampire's, first?"

He punched her in the stomach and watched her drop to her knees, gasping.

With one arm supporting her, and one hand clutching at her stomach, Veruca raised her face to the man and glared at him from under the fringe of her blonde bob. "You're a real amateur, aren't you, Bart? Old Doc Gordon could really show you a thing or two about torture and rape."

"Who the fuck is Doc Gordon?"

She ignored him and just knelt there trying to regain her breath. She had a major problem and she knew it. But what worried her far more than the prospect of the sex was what was going to happen to her in just under two hours. Tonight was the first night of the full moon and if these bozos were still in the room when she changed, she didn't think she would be able to stop the wolf from feeding. It made her smile to herself that the notion of slaughtering these men didn't bother her, but the thought of breaking her promise to Oz did. Very much.

Veruca was almost fanatically practical. If something caused her a problem she decided on a way to get rid of it and acted; as Willow had almost found out at the cost of her life. Wincing when she stood, she sighed and looked around at the eager men, "Okay then, let's do this. One thing though, if I get you guys off, you leave as soon as we're done, right?"




Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 04



Bartholomew raised an eyebrow. He'd never had a victim volunteer to do it before. It took some of the fun out of it.

"Remember girl, try anything stupid and we'll kill you." She could clearly see that he meant it. "And that includes biting," he added.

Her eyes burned into him like red hot pokers, "Biting you is what I'm fucking worried about, you moron!" she mumbled under her breath. Rolling her head and stretching her neck, she started to unbutton her blouse, "Promise me you'll all go when we're done."

He sneered back at her, "Sure, you have my word."

They watched the beautiful young woman slip the blouse from her shoulders and drop it down to the straw. She stood still for a moment and let the cultists admire her. She was a vision standing there in an ankle length, split black skirt and a white lace bra. Her skin had an unusually healthy glow and her belly was flat and well defined. Her breasts were full and firm, with her soft nipples clearly visible through the fancy lace. Just by standing before them, she began to arouse a couple of the men.

Reaching around her back, she undid the clasp from her bra and slipped its wispy straps down her arm, allowing the garment to drop from her breasts. Several of the thugs made suggestive comments;

"Nice tits, darlin'."

"Look at those hooters, man!"

"I can't wait to chew on those!"

She shot a black look at the last guy, "Chew on them and I'll knock your teeth out!"

The sound of Bart's hand cracking across her face echoed around the room. "We'll do exactly as we please with you, whore."

She held her stinging cheek and glared at him. "You're making it very hard for me to keep my promise, Barty!"

He couldn't know that she wasn't talking about her agreement to screw them. "It doesn't matter what you do. We'll take it if you don't give it!"

"Such a charmer, aren't you? No wine; no dinner; no movie. How could a girl resist?"

A faint tingle spread through her. Every sinew in her body rejoiced at the coming transformation. God, she wanted to rip the grins from their faces with her teeth! Shaking herself, she realised she needed to hurry things along. Get it done, and as quickly as possible, then they'd leave before the wolf came. Playing the slut to please these bastards made her sick, but she would give anything not to disappoint Oz. Her soul if need be.

Unzipping the side of her skirt, she let it drop and hooked her fingers into the tiny white panties she wore. As she dragged them off, she was accompanied by a chorus of catcalls and whistles.

"Hey, who'd 'ave thought it? She's a natural blonde!"

"That's a nice piece of pussy you got there, gal!"

Striking a seductive pose, the singer lifted two fingers to her mouth and began to suck them. Cheers went up from several of the men. When she had them coated in her saliva, she lowered her hand and ran it down to the folds of her quim. She rubbed the two wet fingers back and forth, making herself slick in preparation. She gave them a sly smile as she repeated the process and this time pushed the fingers inside herself.

Playing the part, she closed her eyes and let out a quiet gasp as she began to frig herself. She could almost feel all the gazes burning into her pussy. She thrust her fingers in and out of her sex a few more times and then began to add small hip rolls to the movement. She could feel her soft lips sliding around her fingers. Twisting her hands, slightly, she rubbed her fingertips across the most sensitive areas inside herself. She would need to be as wet as possible to take all these men and she knew it.

"She's enjoying it!" A surprised cultist gasped.

Veruca opened her eyes and looked at the man who had spoken. She moistened her lips and blew him a kiss. "That's because I'm thinking about you."

He grinned and his stiff flesh gave a twitch. Like several of the men, he was sliding his hand back and forth along his hard shaft. She could see his clear fluid beginning to drip from the small slit in his glans. With a final stir of her fingers, she knelt down.

"Okay, guys. Give me something to suck on."

As they closed in around her, she heard them laughing and joking.

"She is so cool!"

"I told you rock chicks were goers!"

Reaching out to her sides, she took hold of a stiff cock in each hand. Rubbing the rigid flesh up and down, she bobbed her head forward and took another member between her lips. She heard the guy moan as she slid her mouth down his shaft and coiled her tongue about the underside of his glans. His flesh was hot and tasted bitter. Closing her eyes, she sucked him as deep as he would go and caressed the base of his length with her pulsing lips.

While she worked on the three men, she felt hands slip around from behind her and take hold of her breasts. They squeezed and fondled her before rolling and pinching her nipples. More hands cupped her buttocks, smoothing across the firm skin and still more slid around her legs and pressed up between her thighs. Thick fingers traced her slit and rubbed at her clit. When another set of hands pulled at her thighs, she parted them further to allow the newcomer access to her tender folds. Stiff fingers pushed up into her pussy and began to quickly thrust in and out.

The shaft she was sucking on slipped from her mouth and was replaced by another one. It pushed right to the back of her mouth and she had to gulp to take it down her throat. Opening her eyes to see who the long cock belonged to she looked up into Bartholomew's eyes. He smiled down and held her chin up so that he could watch as he thrust back and forth in her sucking mouth.

She grunted a little as a second set of fingers pushed alongside the ones that were already pumping into her. They twitched and slid in her slippery flesh.

Concentrating on the giant before her, Veruca swallowed Bart's whole length. He sighed in pleasure when he felt his bulbous head slip into the tightness of her throat. He gave his hips some tiny thrust to work it back and forth. As her eyes still looked up into his, she let his long shaft slide back out till she could flick the tip with her tongue, and then she took him deep again.

"Oh, fuck, you're a good little cocksucker." He grinned like a Cheshire cat when she winked at him and began to bob her head up and down his whole shaft.

Behind her, Brother Thomas knelt down and reached around her hips to pull them up. When she shuffled to accomodate him, he guided his throbbing cock to the petals of her sex and pushed it inside. She felt warm and wet as he began to pound himself in and out of her. He loved it when the girls the cult got to play with were young and beautiful.

Matthew and Peter both drifted with the pleasure that her stroking hands were causing their rigid cocks. Her grip slithered along their sticky shafts and worked up and down with a demanding rhythm. Peter gasped and pulled away from her, not wanting to cum so quickly. Brother Judas took his place.

Veruca rocked under the thrusts of Thomas' humping. Thick strings of saliva ran from her mouth as she continued to suck Bart deep. Suddenly, he stepped back and grinned at her, "I'm going to save this for your ass."

He was blocked from her sight as Simon moved in front of her and pushed his prick into her mouth. She started to suck on his shaft with slow movements of her lips and then popped his head out of her mouth. He seemed about to complain, but she started to cover his glans with little kisses and worked her way down to his balls. Her tongue slithered out and scooped one of the hanging globes into her mouth. She sucked it gently as his hot shaft lay across her cheek.

Hands grasped her breasts and slid all across her skin. They were eager to explore every inch of the girl. Fingers played with her clit even as Thomas pumped in and out of her with a gathering speed. Suddenly, he groaned and slammed himself as deep into her as he could. She could feel his cock twitching against the silk walls of her pussy. He pumped wad after wad of thick cum into her.

While the spent disciple pulled his softening staff out of her, and another man took his place, Veruca redoubled her efforts on the three before her. "One down, eleven to go," she thought.

She turned her face to the side and took the cock that she had been wanking into her mouth. Matthew moaned in pleasure as he felt his shaft slide across her tongue. He looked down at the beautiful blonde and saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked hard. She let him thrust back and forth in her face as her hands worked up and down on another pair of throbbing shafts.

She flinched slightly when a warm jet spat against the side of her face and was followed by several more spurts that matted into her hair and one that gushed into her ear. She could feel the warm fluid hanging from her earlobe like a pearl earring.

That was two done, but it was taking too long. She could feel her whole body tingling in pleasure as the change got nearer and nearer. If she was going to get them all milked in time, she had to take things up a notch.

Releasing the man from her mouth and the two from her hands, she glanced over her shoulder at the man shoving himself into her pussy. "Lie on your back, handsome, and I'll fuck you."

With a look of shocked delight, John lay down and she mounted him. He was watching her face as she fed his rod into her honeyed passage so she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. With a determined grind, she began to slot him back and forth as her hips bucked up and down.

A line of men formed at her side so she slid the first into her mouth while she pounded her hips up and down on the ecstatic Brother John. He looked up in wonder as the most beautiful girl he had ever fucked rode him like he was the best she had ever had. Her firm breasts swung and bobbed as she bounced on him. His eyes flicked up to watch her swallowing a thick cock as cum dripped from the side of her face. It was too much for him and he gasped as he felt his spunk begin to spray and fountain inside her squishy depths.

When his spasming hips slowed down, she slipped the rod from her mouth and glanced down at him, "Done, stud?"

"Yes, thank you," he gasped.

Quickly, she lifted her hips from him and he let out a small moan as his soft cock slipped from her tight pussy and was followed by a slimy rivulet of cum. It slid from her and dripped into a puddle on his thigh as she climbed across onto Brother Philip.

Veruca bucked on the new guy with a dedicated passion. He gulped and held her hips while he rocked underneath her. She was sucking and wanking three more men as she pumped up and down on him. One of the cocks in her hand jerked and cords of thick cream splashed out to spatter down her breasts and hang in drips from her nipples.

Veruca grasped the next hard shaft as she slurped the one in her mouth as deep as she could. For several minutes she worked the thick rod back and forth, sucking and licking it to drive the man to distraction. Her curling tongue slithered round and round his glans in tight circles before she rolled it into a point and poked it against the tiny slit. As she did so, she hummed in her throat and felt the throbbing cock jerk and twitch. A wave of thick, creamy cum leapt out to splash across her tongue. More and more of the salty fluid squirted out, filling her mouth and she had to gulp it down.

When the shrinking length left her mouth, it dragged a string of juice that spilled down her chin. Gasping for breath, she felt a hand twist her face till another wavering prick bobbed before her. Her lips formed a tight ring as she sank it deep.

She sucked and swallowed him like he had the tastiest meat she had ever had. His hands tangled in her hair and pulled her head back and forth as he drove in and out of her lips like a piston. After several minutes, he cried out and she felt him spurt in her mouth. Before his second jet shot out, he withdrew his shaft from her mouth and let his spunk pump across her face. It shot a streak up along one side of her nose and another landed on her forehead. Two weaker jets formed a slimy ooze down a cheek. He smiled down at her soaked face and nodded in satisfaction.

Veruca felt a large hand press against the centre of her back, forcing her to lie down on the guy that was humping beneath her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Bart positioning his huge shaft behind her buttocks. The guy underneath her stopped thrusting and reached around her to hold her still. Realising that the bastard would probably enjoy pushing his cock in her dry, she quickly scooped a large dollop of the cum off her face.

"Just a minute, lover," she winked at him, trying to stall him long enough. It worked and she was able to reach around and smear the cum from her hand around her tender puckered hole. With a gentle press, she worked a slimy finger inside and gave it a little thrusting to soften up her muscle.

Bart's leaned over until his mouth was near her ear and his hot breath stirred her hair, "You're a complete whore, girly."

"Ain't that the way you like it?" she said with a seductive whisper while she looked at his throat and imagined a claw tearing it open. That thought made her realise that she could feel that the change was getting closer and closer. Dammit, they were still taking too long with this!

"Fuck my asshole, Bart. Slam your huge, thick shaft up my tiny passage and make me squeal!"

Grinning, he knocked her fingers away and pressed his bulbous glans against her forbidden rose. She knew he wasn't a man to consider the girl he was fucking and she was right. He grunted and slammed his whole, thick shaft into her backside with one brutal thrust. She cried out and then winced as he began to pump her hard and fast. Beneath her, Philip returned to his own rhythm and she had two stiff shafts plundering her tender holes at the same time.

Brother Peter knelt by her face and coaxed her mouth around him. Together, all three men used her. They each pumped and thrust into her young body with a savage desire. Her tiny frame was hidden by Bart's bulk as he hammered his stiff cock back and forth in her arsehole. He was lost in the delirious pleasure of feeling her incredible tight sheath slide around his swollen rod. The grasping ring of her sphincter sent shivers up his spine as it squeezed and blossomed under his invasion.

Her throat contracted around Peter's thrusting shaft. She kissed, sucked and gulped on it. Eventually, she jerked him from her mouth and pumped her hand back and forth on him as she gasped for breath. Her backside felt like it was on fire as Bart continued his furious assault. He loved the feel of her buttocks shivering as he pounded against her.

Lying on his back under her, Philip craned his neck and licked at her nipple. He used his fingers on the other, cum covered one, spreading it around her breast like skin cream.

Her hand worked its magic on Peter and she lowered her face away from his pumping torrent of cum. She felt it splash against her hair and one jet shoot down the back of her neck. He was quickly pushed aside by a very excited Brother Simon.

Veruca circled her fingers around the base of his short, but very thick shaft and lapped at the head like a kitten at a bowl of milk. Several times her nose bumped against him as her body was nudged back and forth by the thrusting of the other two men.

By her ear, she could hear Bart's rasping breathing as he pumped her harder and faster. Suddenly, he let out a bellow that nearly deafened her heightened hearing and drove himself as deep in her butt as he could. She squealed in pain and quivered beneath him as he sprayed his hot cum deep into her bowels. Her tight sphincter could feel every twitching pulse that signalled another jet of his semen spewing into her abused hole.

Finally, he sagged against her sweat coated back and crushed her with his weight. Beneath her, Philip frowned and lay still, not daring to say anything to the gasping giant.

When he did push himself off her, he watched her bruised arsehole slowly close and then spanked her buttocks hard enough to leave a blazing red handprint.

"Girl, you're a cheap slut, but a fucking great lay!"

She bit her tongue and gave him a sweet, thankful smile.

Her body rose and bucked as Philip resumed pumping her pussy. As she looked down at his grinning face, her vision swam and then refocused with a much more intense clarity. Her improved eyesight heralded the setting of the sun. In a few minutes the moon would rise and these bastards would get the shock of their lives.

She closed her eyes and remembered the night in the forest when she had clasped onto Oz's thrusting body and swore that she would obey him and be his forever. When they had lain curled together afterward, he had told her that all he required was for her to stop killing.

She had to keep her promise.

A warm splashing down her back brought her out of her memories. Judas had been knelt above her just wanking himself at the sight of her submitting to the lust of his brethren. One less for her to deal with, she thought, thankfully.

She looked down at Philip beneath her. She squeezed the muscles in her pussy and tightened them around his shaft. The man gasped as he felt her soft passage grip him like a velvet fist.

"Fuck me, master," she breathed, sexily. "Spray your molten cum into my tight, juicy little cunny. Drown me in your seed."

He moaned and began to thrust fast and hard at her. She dropped her mouth to his throat and sucked on him. His hands reached around her and fastened onto her shoulders, holding her tight against him.

It was a wonderful feeling for him as her wet folds slithered up and down his engorged meat as she humped back at him. With a cry, he bucked so hard that they both rose in an arch and his juices exploded up into her clutching sheath.

When he went limp beneath her, Veruca looked around at the cultists. They were sat or lying in different places around the straw covered floor, with smug, satisfied grins. There were only two left for her to deal with and then she would be free of them.

"Come here," she said, beckoning them as she climbed of Philip.

"Ah, lucky me," she cooed. "Looks like I've saved the best till last!"

Sinking her mouth around Simon's thin shaft, she slipped her hips across Matthew and ground herself down on him. She used every trick she could think of on them. Her hips flashed up and down on the guy beneath her as her lips slid back and forth on the one beside her.

Sucking like it was going out of fashion; she stroked and caressed Simon's balls. Within a couple of minutes, he groaned and pulled out of her mouth to spray his seed across her lips and cheeks.

Instantly, Veruca turned her full attention to the thrusting man beneath her. She let her breasts swing before his face as her pussy slithered and slipped on his shaft. She smiled when she remembered a trick that she had used to con that deadbeat drummer she used to date and make him finish quicker.

Once again, flexing her pussy muscles, she threw back her head and shivered.

"Oh, yes! Oh, fuck! I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG!"

She ground her hips down in tight circles and squeezed her breasts together. Matthew clasped hold of her hips and held her still as he throbbed and twitched inside her. His cum pumped up into her body and then leaked out around his shaft to coat his thighs.

Quickly climbing off him and standing up, she looked round at the exhausted men. Clapping her hands to get their weary attention, she forced herself to smile.

"That was great, guys! You are the best fucks I've ever had! I've never cum that much before in my life! Now, if you don't mind, I'll just have a little sleep when you've gone."

"We're not going anywhere, sweetheart," said Bartholomew as he rolled off his back and sat up.




Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 04



A wave of heat swept through her as she felt her blood alter.

Near the door, Brother Andrew twisted the door handle. "The door's locked," he said, surprised.

Across the room, Judas raised his head, "It don't matter. Angelus said he would come and get us when it's time, so not to worry."

"What?" she cried. "You promised you'd leave! You gave me your word!"

Bart sneered. "A promise to a slut like you means nothing. We'll leave when we're good and ready."

Panic stricken, Veruca sat down, folding her legs into the lotus position. She closed her eyes and her lips moved as she began to recite the calming mantra that Oz had taught her. Even as she did so, she knew it wouldn't work. The beast would come; it always did. All she could do now was try and slow its appearance and hope the men left before she transformed. If she could just ignore them and quietly chant...

Bartholomew had other ideas. He reached over to her and grabbed her ear, yanking her toward him. "I'm feeling ready for another ride, darling."

She grasped his wrist and tried to push him away, but he was far too strong for her. "Fuck off, Bart! I need to meditate! You'll die if I don't, you stupid fuck!"

"Oh, I'm dying already, sweetheart. Dying to slide back into that nice, tight asshole of yours!"

He stood up and dragged her with him. She beat her hands against his chest, trying to get him to release her. She may as well have struck the wall for all the good it did. His mouth covered hers and she squirmed while he kissed her. He let her go after a moment so that he could look into eyes. She didn't look like he expected. She looked almost close to tears and was mumbling to herself.

"I'm sorry, Oz. I tried, I really did. I'm just not strong like you are. Forgive me."

Angry, Bartholomew pulled her to him and thrust his tongue back into her mouth.

He released her in surprise when he felt her stiffen and her whole body shiver. She had a look of almost orgasmic delight on her face and her eyes were closed. She swayed as her determination to harness the wolf was lost amid the ecstasy as the change took her. Most found it sheer agony as they fought to stop it happening but Veruca was different; she craved the emergence of the beast.

"OOHhhh," she whispered in delight. "Times up boys. You think what I just did makes me an animal? You ain't seen nothin' yet." 

She lowered her face toward them. When her eyes slowly opened, they were the predatory yellow of the werewolf.

Bartholomew gasped. Shock kept him rooted to the spot. As he watched, he saw her skin shifting as her muscles swelled.

"What the fuck ARE you?"

"Hungry. Thanks for asking."

The rest of the cultists bolted over to the door and began to beat on it and scream for help. The large man in front of her just stared and pointed at her with a wobbling finger, his mouth working in disbelief.

With amazing speed, Veruca grabbed hold of Bartholomew by the elbow and wrist. Flexing her muscles only slightly, she shattered his arm and he screamed as the jagged bone tore through his flesh. In a detached part of his brain, separated from the agony, he noticed the fingers that held him stretching and long black claws sliding out from under her nails. Like a cat playing with a mouse, she released him.

As he staggered backward, she stepped forward and closed her hand around his other wrist. Snarling, she gave it a quick twist and felt the glorious grinding crunch of the bones breaking. He screamed again and fell onto his back.

Rolling her head, she took a step closer. He squealed in fear and began to use his elbows to crawl backward as he stared up into her amber eyes. When his shoulders hit the wall, he began shaking his head and tears spilled down his face, "No, no, no, no, no! Please don't! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

She crouched between his raised knees and rested her elbows on her thighs. Long brown fur was writhing its way through her skin and her muscles continued to bubble and grow. When she gave him a friendly smile, he could see that her teeth had been replaced by razor sharp fangs. As he watched, her beautiful face began to swell and distort.

Eyes wide with terror, he desperately pleaded with her again. "Please don't kill me!"

"Oh, don't worry, Bart. I'm not going to kill you." 

He whimpered in relief.

"I want you alive when I eat you."

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Lilah sat down at the table in her hotel suite. She lifted the silver lid off the tray before her and took a deep breath of the soup that she had ordered from room service. It smelled delicious. Unwrapping the napkin, she placed it on her lap and reached for her spoon.

The door swung inward and a young blonde woman marched into the room. The lawyer didn't know her, but did recognise the two people that followed; Angel's associates Wesley and Cordelia. The blonde girl leant on the table and gave her a hard stare.

"I'm betting you know where the disciples are going to do their little ritual. They've got my sister and friend. Now, are you going to tell me where they are, or shall I go all William the Conqueror and get medieval on your ass?"

The beautiful woman didn't seem the slightest bit impressed, "That's very...colourful. But I'm afraid you have a more pressing problem than getting me to talk."

The Slayer's instincts cut in just in time and she dived away. Three long tears appeared in the back of her blouse. Rolling to her feet, she looked frantically for signs of the attacker. The elegant suite seemed empty except for the four of them. Something told her to move fast, so she backflipped and used a handspring to vault over the expensive sofa in the middle of the room. The upholstery of the piece of furniture was shredded as long gashes appeared in it and the white stuffing spilled out.

Wesley turned around, shoved Cordelia out into the corridor and slammed the door shut, turning the lock as he did. Quickly, he cast his eyes about for a weapon. Snatching up a vase, he tossed it across the room. It hit something and burst apart in mid air.

"Buffy! It's a Myragogic demon! They are almost perfect chameleons!"

"Quiet Wesley! I need to hear it if I'm gonna..." The Slayer was lifted off her feet by a blow and flung so high that when she hit the wall, her head also hit the ceiling. As she dropped to the floor, the Englishman could see streaks of blood beginning to soak through the torn front of her blouse.

Lilah sat calmly at the table as she spoke to the Watcher. "You didn't think that I would come without a bodyguard did you? Don't worry, though, the Myragogic only eat the dead."

She glanced down at her watch, "Which, considering that it is impossible for you to fight something you can't see, I suppose will be you in about thirty seconds."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "Buffy and The Exiled 05" in which Angelus begins the ritual to free Mobadon.

FROM THE AUTHOR : Please take a moment to send me feedback; I love to read your thoughts. My thanks go to OMEGAZONE for editing this chapter for me.



Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 05



NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together.

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Wesley knew the demon was coming for him. He could not see it in the luxury hotel room, but it had taken out Buffy and now would be advancing on him. He cursed himself for not bringing a weapon, but what better weapon was there than an angry Slayer? Unfortunately, she was groaning and lying face down as blood soaked into the plush carpet from the slashes on her belly. He did not think that she was fully conscious.

Inspiration struck him and he snatched up a long floor lamp that was standing near an armchair. It had a wooden shaft about five feet long and its base was a foot wide circle of wood. Yanking the plug from the socket, he spun the lamp horizontal and thrust forward with it. He hit nothing.

Moving with a crab like walk, he sidestepped toward the fallen Slayer, giving quick thrusts with the lamp. Suddenly, the wooden base hit something and bounced off what seemed like empty air. With a shout, he swung the lamp like a club at the chameleon demon. The monster must have swung back because the base and two foot at the end of the wooden stand dropped to the floor as they were sliced off.

An invisible claw slammed into the young Watcher and threw him across the room like a rag doll. As he groaned and staggered to his feet, still clutching the broken pole, he thanked his lucky stars that the beast must have hit him with a closed fist. It still felt like he had cracked ribs, though.

The Wolfram and Hart lawyer shook her head, "Angelus will probably be angry that he didn't get to kill you himself. Apparently he had such fun doing it to Gunn."

The Englishman did not think that he had ever been tempted to hit a woman before. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the broken lamp stand tighter. With a lunge, he stabbed the wooden shaft into the air where he thought the Myragogic must have been standing when it struck him. Again, he hit nothing.

To make himself a slightly harder target, he danced sideways and continued to swing the pole before him, until the back of his legs bumped against the table that the lawyer was sitting at.

Lilah laughed, "Give up, Wesley. You can't beat what you can't see!"

She was shocked when he spun toward her with a grin on his face, "Quite true! Thank you for enlightening me."

Reaching across the table, he grasped her soup bowl and flung his arm around so that the liquid sprayed out in a wide arc. To his near left, some splattered onto the camouflaged demon. A bestial face formed out of nothing as the brown fluid dripped down it. Instantly, the Watcher lunged forward and drove the broken shaft of the lamp into the creatures face. It howled in agony and crashed back as black ichor fountained out of the fatal wound.

Lilah gasped in amazement, leapt out of the chair and dashed for the doorway. Wesley ignored her and hurried over to Buffy. She was beginning to push herself up off the floor with a painful groan

"Next time we fight an invisible nasty, you distract it and I do the slaying, okay?"

He smiled and put a hand on her shoulder, "It's a deal." His face hardened as he looked to where her hand was cupping her torn belly.

"Is it bad?"

"Nah. I'll live. Stings though."

She gave him a crooked smile and peeked at the slashes. They were not as deep as she feared and, because she was the Slayer, the bleeding had already slowed. The sound of the rattling door made her look at the lawyer pulling on it. In her panic, Lilah had forgotten that Wesley had turned the lock. Remembering, she twisted it and yanked the door open.

"Shouldn't we stop her?" asked the Slayer, getting to her knees.

Still inspecting her wound, Wesley shook his head, "She won't get far."

Lilah shot through the doorway. There was a slapping noise and she staggered back into the room, out cold before she hit the floor.

"That's for the crack about Gunn," said Cordelia, rubbing her fist.

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The iron bound oak door to the back cellar shook and bounced in place as the men inside screamed and pounded on it for help. An unearthly howl drowned out their cries.

Dawn, Willow and Tara flinched at the horrible sounds of the slaughter in the other room. Cries of fear and agony mingled with the werewolf's roaring and the horrifying ripping of flesh.

Sat on a table near the quivering door, Angelus and Spike were in tears of laughter. They giggled like schoolboys at the sound of the cultists' violent deaths.

"Think they managed to make her angry, then?" gasped Spike.

Angelus held his stomach as he laughed, "Not necessarily. It could just be the wrong time of the month!"

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Giles and the rest of the group looked up as the front door opened. Buffy pushed Lilah in before her as Wesley and Cordelia brought up the rear. The lawyer had a darkening bruise around her eye. Buffy prodded her into the lounge, "Sit."

Giles pointed to the book that he had just been reading, "Buffy, we've found out what Angelus wanted with Tara. He needs three types of blood to mix during the ritual to release Mobadon. One of them is the blood of a witch, so I guess he chose Tara for that reason."

A thoughtful expression crossed her face as she considered it. "Angel never met Tara and I didn't tell him about her. How could he know she's a witch?"

The Watcher looked taken aback, "Oh. I just assumed that you would have told him about Willow and er... something like that. Still, Spike knows she's a witch, doesn't he?"

"I guess. Something just doesn't fit. Why would he take Dawn?"

"Presumably she saw him with Tara, or perhaps she got in the way, somehow."

"No. He tricked me into inviting him into my house and then made sure that Faith and I left him alone with Dawn. She was what he was after. I'm guessing to use as blackmail to get me to agree to whatever it is that he needs. Tara just got home at the wrong time."

"That could be it," he admitted. "The first ingredient of the summoning spell is the blood of a Slayer. Angelus would know that you would agree to anything to keep your sister safe." The Englishman frowned as he looked down at the carpet, "Assuming that he has captured our other search party, he now has all three ingredients and so will no longer need your co-operation."

"Hold the phone a minute, Giles. Faith, Slayer; Willow, witch. Okay, got that. Does that mean the third ingredient is werewolf blood?"

He looked uncomfortable, "Not precisely."

"Then what is it?"

"The blood from a female werewolf that has just fed."

It took a moment for the impact of his words to sink in. A look of horror spread across Buffy's face, "Oh, my God! Dawn!" Desperately she spun on Oz, "Will that bitch hurt my sister?"

The small man looked concerned. For someone who rarely showed any form of emotion, that was almost all the answer that Buffy needed. "Ru hasn't learned how to chain the wolf, yet. That's why we are here in the first place; to get her the talisman she needs. I've managed to teach her some influence whilst in the beast; I have seen her stop it from attacking a huntsman in the forest. But she definitely cannot control it like I do."



Buffy moved to stand before him. She was taller than the little man was and glared down into his eyes, "If she so much as touches Dawn, I'll kill her."

He did not break her gaze, "She won't. I trust her."

"Who is the woman?" Giles inquired, to break the tension.

Buffy turned her head to glance over her shoulder at Lilah. The young lawyer had taken a seat on the sofa and almost managed to look as if she were there for a meeting. Cordelia stood over her, scowling down, with her arms folded across her chest.

"Ally Mcbeal? She's going to tell us where the disciples are. Right now."

As the blonde Slayer strode toward her, Lilah regarded her with an appraising eye. She could see that the woman was angry and in no mood to play around. 

"If I tell you where to try looking, will you let me go?"

"No. Tell me where the disciples are."

"Okay. You're a negotiator. I can respect that. What deal are you prepared to offer?"

"This one. Spill now or I get Xander to lend his tool belt to Cordelia while the rest of us go and have a coffee."

Lilah looked from Buffy to Cordelia and swallowed, "They're in the monastery on Sherman Drive."

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Angelus slid off the table and reached into his pocket, withdrawing three small vials. He handed one to Spike, "You get the She-Wolf's."

As the white haired vampire knelt under the table and removed the tranquilliser rifle from its hiding place, Angelus walked over to Faith and Willow.

"Time for you two gals to donate."

Snatching hold of Willow's hand, he unfolded her fingers and used a small knife to draw a cut across her palm. She winced and took a sharp intake of breath at the brief pain. The vampire smiled at her as he uncorked one of the tiny vials and held it under the dripping flow of blood.

At the back of the room, there was a clack as Spike loaded in a dart and then casually rested the gun barrel over his shoulder. "You think the Shepherd will behave himself?"

The Irish vampire shook his head as he put the stopper back into the now full bottle, "I think that he would be stupid not to try something. All we need is for him to get Mobadon here. After that, he may require a permanent rest, don't you think?"

Harmony skipped down the cellar steps, "I've finished lighting the candles and drawing all the marks that you showed me in that book. Can I have a little drink, now?"

"Not yet. When the ceremony is done you can have the blonde all to yourself."

Harmony's golden curls bounced as she turned to look at Tara. A warm smile spread across her face at the look of fear on the young woman. It was replaced by a little frown that creased the female vampire's brow when she noticed Spike sliding back the tiny window in the oak door at the back of the cellar, "What are you doing, Snookums?"

He let out a long-suffering sigh and ignored her as he raised the rifle to poke through the tiny bars, settling his eye along the sights as he did so. The unmistakable stench of death rolled over him in thick waves. Inside the back room was a scene that could have come straight from Hell. Horribly mutilated corpses lay scattered in various poses across the floor. Heads, arms or legs were torn from their usual places and rib cages were gaping open. Blood covered every surface and dripped from sodden patches on the ceiling where arterial spray had painted a gory tableau of crimson swirls.

A low, rumbling growl came from the beast crouched in one corner. For a werewolf, it was unusually small; measuring just over five feet tall when it stood erect. Its long, light brown fur was matted and stained with the blood of the cultists. In one vicious claw it held an arm that it had just ripped off the corpse of Brother Judas and was gnawing on the ragged end like a dog with a chew toy. As it ate, its amber eyes flicked up to focus on Spike. A warning snarl reverberated around the stone walls.

"Grrr yourself, bitch," the vampire whispered as he pulled the trigger. A dart spat from the end of the barrel and plunged into the lycanthrope's shoulder. The beast gave a scream of rage and sprang at the white haired man. He jerked backward, laughing as the metal bound door bounced and rattled on its hinges. Ferocious howls of rage echoed throughout the old monastery as the creature smashed and clawed at the wooden barrier between it and its tormentor. Gradually, they faded as the werewolf swayed and then sat down as the drug began to take effect. Quickly, its eyes closed and it rolled onto its side.

"Think I'll give it a minute," he said to himself as he lit a cigarette.

Angelus finished filling his second vial with blood from Faith. She never said a word, but fixed him with a piercing glare. He had to admit to himself that in over two and a half centuries he had seldom come across someone whose eyes promised death and mayhem as surely as hers did.

He turned to Spike and wiggled one of the little containers of blood at him. "I'm going to go and get things started. Send up the other vial when you've finally found the balls to go in and get it."

"Up yours, hair gel boy. You fancy taking the chance the bitch is faking?"

"It's not likely. That stuff will knock out a charging rhino before it even realises that it’s been hit." His long black coat swirled around his legs as he turned and walked up the stairs.

"Yeah?" the English vampire called after him. "Well, Tiger in there is quite capable of tearing the rhino apart while only half awake!"

Harmony had her usual look of puzzlement on her face as she glanced from her lover to the empty stairway. "Spikey, baby?"

"What?"

"Are we going to leave the ritual until we come back, then?"

A stunned look crossed his face and he gave his head a little shake to clear it. Harmony always seemed to reach conclusions that did not seem possible to others. 

"What are you talking about, you daft bint?"

"You know. From seeing the rhinos and tigers at the zoo."

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Buffy's weapon chest was rapidly emptying as everybody selected the implement of his or her choice. Oz lifted a small battleaxe while Cordelia checked the crossbow she had snatched up. Wesley, Giles and Buffy had taken a sword each.

Hardness settled in the Slayer's eyes as she ran a finger along the edge of her blade, "Remember the plan. Giles, Wes and I will deal with the disciples and vampires. Oz and Cordy have the job of finding our friends and getting them to safety. Nobody try to confront Angel. He's too dangerous and anyway," she set her lips in a tight line. "He's mine."

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Spike drew the door open slowly. The inner side of it was drenched in blood. Carefully stepping over the body parts jumbled in the entryway, the white-haired vampire moved toward the werewolf. His eyes never left the slumbering creature; they were alert for the slightest twitch of its muscles that would signal it beginning to leap at him.

The rumbling breathing of the slumbering lycanthrope drowned out the squelching of the gore and entrails beneath his feet. Tapping a head that lacked a face to one side with his foot, he knelt beside an outstretched claw. Gingerly, he prodded the black skin of its palm before taking out a syringe and pushing it into the tough flesh. Veruca curled her claws a little at the prick of the needle, but did not awake.

When he had enough blood, he carefully picked his way back through the slaughter and closed the door behind him. He locked it with the key that Angelus had given him whilst the cultists had their orgy.

Across the cellar, Harmony was pacing back and forth before Dawn and Tara.

"I don't think Angelus would mind if I just took a little sip from her, do you Blondie-Bear?"

The century old vampire winced when she called him that in front of the four prisoners. He had an image of a vicious killer to maintain, after all.

"Harm, if you disobey him and drink her before he has no further use for her he will feed you piece by piece to the She-Wolf back here."

She gave him a little girl pout and stuck out her bottom lip as she clasped her hands behind her back and stamped a foot. "But I'm so hungry that my tummy's growling! Just a little suck, please!"

He shook his head as he emptied the syringe into the little ritual vial, "No sweetbreads. It looks like you can't be trusted to watch over them, so you can take this up to duster-boy and I'll guard the ladies."

The hearts of his prisoners sank when they heard that. They had been counting on it being Harmony who was watching over them. She would have been easy to distract while Tara used her magic to free Faith. Spike was a very different prospect, though. He was savage and cruel, but not stupid. Far from it.

Tara concentrated as she linked their minds in unspoken conference. "What are we going to do now?"

Faith looked to her side at Willow, "Think ya can distract him while your girl unlocks these manacles for me?"

Unable to send her thoughts because of the blood rune on her forehead, Willow shrugged.

"Willow can't do it," Dawn pointed out. "If he's stood beside you, Tara will never be able to float the keys without him seeing. He has to have his back to you guys."

"No way," shot Faith, realising that only left the teenager to decoy the vampire. "Buffy will kill all of us quicker than the leeches if you get hurt."

"Faith's right, Sweetie," Tara added, soothingly. "You shouldn't be involved. We'll think of something."

"Hey! I'm not a kid! And I'm already involved. They're going to kill me just like they are going to kill you three." The teenager gave a stubborn glance at each of her friends in turn. "I can do this. Anyway, you don't have a choice."

Faith and Willow exchanged a grumpy look. The fact that they both thought this was a bad idea was probably the first time that they had agreed on anything. 

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As they drove toward the monastery in his open-topped sports car, Buffy watched him from the corner of her eye. She was full of conflicting emotions about their relationship. Did she dare risk everything that they had to tell him how she felt?

However, the coming fight would be brutal if Angelus lived up to his usual form. They might not survive at all. This could be her last chance.

"Giles, promise me you'll be careful."

Taking his eyes off the road for a brief second, he gave the Slayer a slightly puzzled frown. "Is there any reason that my safety should concern you more tonight than it has the last several years? Have you had a premonition?"

She dropped her gaze from his to watch her fingers plucking nervously at the hem of her skirt, "No, nothing like that. It's just that I... I think I..."

Even when she had been on the ropes fighting Glory she did not think she had been this scared. Butterflies in her stomach became giant moths as she took a deep breath and summoned her courage, "I want you to know that I lo..."

"How far is this place?" Cordelia asked, leaning forward between the seats.

"About another ten minutes or so, if I remember correctly," the Englishman replied.

"You surprised me, Giles. I didn't think that you would ever get rid of that heap of rusty junk that you used to drive." Her brown hair whipped in her eyes causing her to snatch it aside and hook it behind her ear.

"Yes, well, I had a slight mishap with it while I was a Fyarl demon."

"While you were a what?"

"Fyarl demon. Very strong and entirely suited to being warriors; not so well suited to being drivers. The steering wheel came off in my hands and I ran straight into a wall."

"Were you horny?"

"Pardon me?"

"I mean did you have horns and things?"

"Oh. Yes, I did."

"I thought you might," she said, sitting back between Wesley and Oz with a smug look on her face. 

Giles glanced to his right at the Slayer, "Sorry. You were saying, Buffy?"

"Oh, er..." She looked over her shoulder at the three people on the backseat, "It was nothing. Another time, perhaps."

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Angelus took the vial of blood from Harmony and passed it with the others to the Shepherd, "That's my side of the bargain. Now do your thing and open the portal."

The elderly sorcerer nodded and carried the three small containers over to a bowl that was on a stand in the centre of a pentagram chalked onto the floor of the large hall. He gave a final look around at the vampires lining the walls of the room before relaxing himself and concentrating on the task at hand.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his arms toward the column of runes chalked on the wall facing him. He began to chant an incantation to the Elder Gods. His intoned words stirred the mystical forces around him and he could feel the power begin to gather.




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With a flourishing gesture, he snapped his fingers above the onyx bowl and a blue spark dropped from them to ignite the empty dish.

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The white haired vampire closed the little window in the door, "The damn wolf's coming round, already," he muttered to himself. "She must be an incredibly tough beast!"

"Sp..Spike?"

"Yes, little bit?"

Dawn looked nervous as the handsome vampire walked over to her. "Er, it's just that I, ah, wanted to ask a favour."

Intrigued, he stood in front of her and lifted his pale hand to stroke her cheek. "What would that be, Pet?"

"Well, you're going to kill us all, right?"

He considered it for a moment. "Slayer's blood is too rare to miss a chance to drink it, so yes. And the witch is far too powerful to leave around, even as a vampire." He cast a sideways glance at Tara. "Blondie here is on Harmony's menu and she'll sulk for ages if she doesn't get what she wants. That just leaves you, nibblet. I may turn you. Just to annoy that insufferable sister of yours, of course. Why do you ask?"

She did not have to act too much to put a look of fear on her face, "It's just that if I am going to die, I don't want to do it without... Without, er..."

His cold fingers slid in her long brown hair and brushed it over her shoulder to hang away from her beautiful face, "Without what, Petal?"

She nervously looked down at her feet as she answered in a little girl's voice, "Without knowing what it feels like to please a man."

That surprised him. He quickly shot a glance over his shoulder to Faith and Willow. The Slayer seemed to have slipped into unconsciousness and the witch was looking away with a disgusted frown on her face. Something was wrong. Captives never behaved as Dawn was doing.

Unless she thought that sexual favours may make him reconsider and spare her life, perhaps. They would not, but there was no need to point that out until after, was there? He fixed her with a steely eye. She was definitely nervous, but that was normal for someone in her position. Giving it some thought, he decided to play along and see where she was taking this.

"Well, we certainly can't have that. How about I give you a lesson in how to see to a man's needs, then?"

Slowly, she lifted her eyes to him and gave him an amazingly cute nod. "I would be so grateful if you would."

Now, he knew she was up to something. He smiled inwardly at the idea that these four thought that they could fool the Big Bad. They were in for a surprise.

"Let's start with getting a better look at you," he said in a friendly tone as he unbuttoned her pyjama top. He frowned when he found that some of the buttons were missing. He did not think that Angelus would have been that rough with the young girl when he kidnapped her.

Her skin shivered with goose pimples as he drew the garment open and lowered his eyes to her small breasts. They were firm and pert with little pink nipples that stiffened in the cool air of the cellar. He felt a surge of arousal at such a lovely sight. She trembled as he smoothed a hand across her chest and cupped her left breast in a gentle embrace. His black painted nails contrasted with the whiteness of her skin as he plucked at her nipple. It swelled and hardened even more beneath his touch.

The skin of her throat bobbed as she swallowed and closed her eyes. He gave a predatory smile when he felt her breath catch and her small breast jerked in his hand.

"Like that, nibblet?"

She let out a long sigh and opened her eyes to look directly into his, "Yes. Very much."

"Do you want more, little one?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"Yes, I want more. I want you to touch me all over. I want to feel your mouth on my nipples and your fingers in my pussy."

He strummed her nipple with his thumb and felt the rubbery flesh bounce to his rhythm. Grinning, he lifted his other hand and took hold of her second nipple. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he caressed her young flesh and cupped the two little mounds.

She felt so good to him. Almost like a younger copy of her sister. Remembering his encounter with Buffy in the lobby of the old sanatorium made desire flood through him. His left hand stopped its circles of her breast and rose to lift her chin up as his mouth descended upon hers. Her innocent eyes slid closed as her lips parted to allow his tongue between them.

They kissed with an unhurried passion as his thumb and forefinger still gently rolled a nipple back and forth. It shocked Dawn that she actually enjoyed it. Over a century of life had given him a skill that took her breath away. She felt his tongue curl around her mouth and stroke against her own with a tender touch that made her legs weak. She gave a tiny, involuntary groan as he took his mouth away.

"Now, little bit, let's see what the rest of you is like, shall we?"

Over his shoulder she could see the large iron ring with the keys on it lifting very slowly into the air above the hook. Willow could have moved them the fifteen feet to Faith in seconds, but Tara's magic was not as strong and required far more effort from the blonde Wiccan. It would take a few minutes to get to the Slayer. She would have to make sure that under no circumstances did he turn around.

The vampire hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pyjama trousers and drew them down. She lifted first one foot and then the other to enable him to remove the garment completely. Tossing it to the side, he stood back and looked at her nakedness.

She was exquisite. Her youthful body was petite and toned. The smooth skin of her belly sloped downward to the shaven peach of her womanhood with a majestic curve. His eyes drank in the sight of her naked labia and the delightful crevice between them. The tender flesh moved slightly as she raised one foot to balance it on its toes. With a coy smile, she waved her knee left and right as he watched her sex undulate to the rhythm.

Reaching down, he traced his fingers along the outside of her thigh from her knee to her hip. When his fingers reached the top of their journey, he splayed them out and took hold of her. Her tiny swaying stilled as he held her. Looking up from under her fringe, she could see that his eyes were still searching the folds of her little pussy.

"Oh, you're a nubile little morsel, ain't you?"

"Do you approve of what you see, Spike?"

His eyes lifted to hers as he smiled and nodded, "Not half, darlin'."

"Then touch me. I'll do anything you want."

For a brief second, she thought she saw a wary look in his eyes, but then it was gone as lust filled them. His mouth returned to hers and she felt his cool touch slide around the side of her hip until the flat of his hand pressed over the front of her belly. His fingers stroked around her navel for a moment and then descended down to the silken slit of her quim.

Her intimate flesh slipped between his fingers and she felt her sensitive clit throb as, with an expert skill, he teased the little bud from its hood. She felt a delicious thrill as his fingernails very lightly caressed the channels to either side of her little jewel and stirred in a circle of delight. The inner depths of her cunny tingled as she began to juice for him. He might be a soulless killer, but he certainly knew how to pleasure a woman.

He could feel her whole body tremble as he kissed and caressed her. He mouth returned his passion with an eagerness that surprised him. This little nymph was getting hot!

With a gentle stroke, he drew his fingertip down her puffy labia and circled the tiny opening to her virgin sheath. To his cold touch, her flesh burned with a lustful heat that signalled her need to be taken. While his tongue curled around hers, he sunk a finger into her womanhood until he could feel the resistance of her maidenhead.

"So you are a virgin," he whispered as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Her lips fluttered against his in butterfly kisses as her tiny breasts squashed against his washboard chest.

"I've been waiting for a true man to show me the way," she breathed into his ear.

"Then I guess the wait's over, nibblet."

His finger slid back and forth in her tender folds and coaxed the juices from her. She moaned and let her hips sway with tiny thrusts that matched his hands pumping rhythm. Her eyes closed and her head slipped back as she floated with the sensations that his skilful touch brought her.

He moulded the soft flesh of her breast with one hand as he worked her little cunt with his other. He loved the feeling of her inner flesh slipping and sliding beneath his caresses. Her rippled pussy walls felt warm and slick as they produced the copious fluids of her arousal and a squishing sound made him grin with undisguised lust.

Dipping his head, his lips nuzzled against her throat. He kissed down from her jawline until he could feel the strong drumming of her pulse. He kissed that spot and licked at it. Dawn was enjoying the sensations his fingers were giving her so much that for a moment she did not realise where his mouth was. When she did, a thrill that was a confusing mix of desire and fear swept through her. Was he going to bite her? Would she resist if he did?

"Mmmm," she moaned and pressed her small body against him.

His tongue licked and tasted her before sliding upward and curling into her ear. She giggled and squirmed in delight.

After teasing her for another moment, he slipped his honey-glazed fingers from her pussy and raised them to her lips. Without hesitation, she licked her sweet nectar from him. Stepping backward, he drew his hand from her sucking mouth and quickly grasped the bottom of his black T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Dawn had to admit to herself that she had never seen anyone who had such a perfectly sculptured washboard stomach before. His wiry frame was all muscle.

His hands unbuckled his belt as he kicked off his shoes. When he stepped out of his trousers, he let her gaze take in his nakedness. His long, stiff cock stood hard before him. It was smooth and beautiful with a large bulbous head.

"Ain't it grand?" he said, following the line of her eyes.

"Very. Can I taste it?"

"All in good time. First I want to get a taste of you."

Moving close to the chained girl, he slipped his hands around her waist. In one fluid motion, he slid them down the sides of her leg as he knelt before her. His eyes traced the path downward. Her small, firm breasts gave way to the flatness of her belly. Below her cute navel was the smooth, bare slope down to her young pussy. She was completely shaved and her puffy lips glistened with her aroused moisture.

Spike took a deep breath and let his heightened vampire senses savour the heady scent of her excitement. It was rich, musky and sweet. Lifting one hand to the inside of her left knee, he drew her leg to the side, opening her more to his gaze. The delightful curve of her inner thigh sparkled with dew from where some of her creamy goodness had dripped on it.

Using the tip of a finger, he drew a path in the sticky fluid and traced the shape of a large capital letter S. He then lifted the finger to his mouth and sucked her juice off it. Oh, she was sweeter than he had imagined!

Eagerly, he placed both his hands on her inner thighs and drew them wider. As they made room for him, he slipped his face forward and gave her slick slit a long lick. Right from the small entrance to her virgin passage up to the curving hood of flesh that surrounded her tiny clit.

The young girl's hips gave a buck of delight as his tongue circled around her throbbing bud and then slid back down the length of her pouting folds. The two fleshy lips of her labia were thrust aside as his flicking licks parted the puffy flesh and slithered along her juicing slot.

"Ohhh. Ah-hmmmm," she moaned.

She twitched again as his tongue circled the tight entrance to her womanhood and delved inside. Lapping like a kitten at a bowl of milk, he drew clear strands of girlish honey from her and swallowed them.

"Oh, GOD, yeah!" the teenager gasped as she let her head rock back as the waves of pleasure mounted. This cold-hearted killer certainly knew his way around a woman!

Swirling and stabbing with his tongue, he teased the young virgin as his fingers drew little caresses on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She squirmed against his face and ground her beautiful cunny on his lips. Her glistening passion ran across his cheeks as his mouth worked wonders and steered her teenage body toward the heights of ecstasy.

"OH, YES! OH, YES! YES! YES! YES! FUUUCCCCKKKK!"

Trembles shivered their way along her legs as he lashed her throbbing clit and speared deep into her juicing depths. In moments, her whole body shivered in the throes of a delicious orgasm that shook her to the core. Electric waves of pleasure burst from her spasming pussy and shot along her spine to explode into multicoloured stars that danced in her vision. Her shaking made the chains on her wrists rattle on the wall and only their support held her upright.

Rocking back on his heels, the vampire used the back of his hand to wipe the smears of wetness from his face. His hypnotic eyes held her gaze as he grinned up at her.

"Like that, nibblet?"

Her long brown hair swayed about her face and clung to her sweat soaked forehead as she nodded, "Oh, yes. That was wonderful."

From the corner of her eye, she saw the floating iron ring of keys had hovered to within about five feet of Faith. She needed to distract him for a little while longer.

"I was raised to be polite, Spike. You just made me cum, so now it’s only fair that I do the same for you. You did say that I could taste that marvellous cock of yours, didn't you?"

There was just enough slack in the chains that she could kneel down if she stretched her arms as far as they would go. With a lustful smile, the vampire got up from his crouch and stood before her, his long cock pointing straight at her.

Looking up into his eyes, she slipped her head forward and pursed her lips in a small kiss around the tiny slit on the end of his glans. They formed a soft circle that enclosed the little opening and she gave a light suck. It was enough to draw a bead of clear fluid from the tip and she scooped it up with the tip of her tongue.

"Mmmm, you taste good, yourself, Spike."

His only response was to reach down and brush her hair back from her face so that he could see exactly what she was doing. His lust soared as she fixed him with her big, innocent eyes and swallowed the head of his cock. Her lithe tongue curled around the crown of his manhood and traced the ridge that descended to the thick shaft of his cock.

She sucked at his throbbing glans as if it were a nipple. Her pulsing lips created thrills that streaked down the length of his rod and tingled in his swollen balls. She was so good at this that it made him realise that she had done it before. Whoever had been the recipient was one Hell of a lucky guy!

When his cock head was slick with her saliva, Dawn slid her mouth lower on his shaft and took him deeper. His black painted fingers cupped the side of her head and he gave a little moan of lust as he slid further into that sucking heaven.

Her lips worked in delicious nibbles to swallow his long length deeper and deeper. Without hesitation, she gulped and took his round head into the tightness of her throat and wiggled it down.

"FUCK!" he gasped, leaning over her to steady himself with one hand on the wall above her head.

The tight, pulsing ring of her lips encircled the very base of his long shaft and she held herself still so that he could feel the wet, warm sheath of her throat on his whole length. It felt like a heavenly eternity to him that she just knelt still and accepted him.

His free hand slid in her long hair and moved to the back of her head. With a surprising gentleness, he held her mouth in place. Slowly, he began to draw his hips back and he groaned at the wonderful feeling of her throat slithering from his throbbing flesh. She gasped for air as his glans popped from her lips and dragged a sticky cord of saliva that hung between them. With only the briefest of pauses, he pushed back into her with a long glide that sank down her tight throat, once more.

Moaning, he began to fuck her mouth with a steadily increasing rhythm. The skill with which she worked his shaft astounded him. How could a girl this talented still be a virgin! The answer made him smile. Once on the receiving end of such a great cock sucking, who would last long enough to be able to fuck her pussy!

He desperately wanted to take her cherry, but the pleasure that her sucking mouth was giving him made it impossible for him to stop. Her gasps and gulps, mixed with the wet slurping noises of his steel hard cock ploughing her tight throat, drove him crazy.

The animal need to pump his cock into the delightful confines of her mouth made him hump her beautiful face with an increasing speed and desperation.

"Oh, that's good, you little cock whore! Suck the Big Bad. Do you like it when I ram it down your throat? Eh? Take it all, you little slut!"

His hips flashed back and forth as he slammed his hard length repeatedly into her young mouth. He did not care if his roughness bruised her lips. All he wanted to do was splash his hot spunk down her throat.

With a final gasp, he pulled her head firmly against his groin and cried in ecstasy. His shaft twitched and jerked as his cum burst from him and pumped in creamy waves into the young girl. She gulped and gagged as his warm load filled her mouth and even though she desperately tried to swallow it all, some poured from her lips and ran in a salty stream down her chin.

He slid his cock back and forth as his orgasm slowly faded and he watched his cum ooze from her lips.

"Blimey Dawn! You're even better than your sister," he smiled.

"Hunh?" she mumbled as she lifted her eyes to his whilst still sucking his softening shaft.

"I thought Buffy was good at sucking cock, but she's got nothing on you!”

"What do you mean? You've never done this with Buffy!" she frowned as his cum slid down her chin to drip onto the perky tip of her breast.

His delight in telling her the Slayer's secret was written all over his face. "Oh yes I have, Pet. I fucked her better than anyone has ever done. Ask her yourself if you don't believe me. It was in the hallway of the sanatorium while the Scoobies were fighting for their lives with Glory's minions."

Seeing the anger flash on the teenager's face only made him grin more, "She came like a train when I slipped her a length of the Big Bad. Just like you will."

A look of shock filled his face as a coil of chain dropped over his head and pulled tight on his neck.

"Hiya William. Remember me?" Faith hissed into his ear.

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The Shepherd flinched in pain as the magic coursed through him. It bit with an icy grip as he channelled it forward into the onyx bowl. The blue flames leapt and crackled as they illuminated his face in the depths of his black hood.

With the arcane words spilling from his lips, he reached into his robe and withdrew the vial of Slayer's blood. Using two fingers to draw a mystic symbol of life in the air above the bottle, he flicked the stopper open with his thumb and poured the contents into the blue flames.

Relief filled him as the flames instantly turned from blue to a pure white and all the pain left his body.

Dropping the empty vial, he withdrew the witch's blood. The words he uttered changed to a deeper tone as he drew the sigil for change in the air above the vial. As he had done with the first one, he flicked the stopper open and poured the crimson fluid into the angelic flames. There was a hiss and a spit as they changed from brilliant white to an emerald green.

Angelus nodded to himself with satisfaction as the sorcerer dropped the second bottle and his words changed to a guttural snarl as he voiced the final stages of the spell to break the seal on the portal that held Mobadon.




Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 05



A hissing cry to his left made him snap his head around in time to see one of the vampires guarding the doorway spin under the impact of a crossbow bolt and disintegrate into ashes.

"Slayergram for Angelus!"

Buffy swept the head from the second vampire with a deadly arc of her blade. From the darkened doorway behind her burst her friends. Giles' sword danced before him with a dangerous grace as he cut down the nearest vampire. To the other side of the whirling Slayer, Wesley impaled another undead and kicked it backward.

Recovering from the surprise of the attack, the vampires around the room rushed at the five humans.

"I thought you said he only had fifteen vampires! There's gotta be twice that many!" shrieked Cordelia as she loaded another quarrel into her crossbow.

"Hey, it's not my fault if he can't count!" replied the blonde, as she mule kicked a too eager vamp back into the throng. A large guy wearing a Stetson snagged her sword-arm by the wrist. He twisted the weapon to the side and punched her in the stomach.

"Ooofff! You must be Butch, 'cause no self respecting vampire would call himself Sundance!" Headbutting the bloodsucker, Buffy blasted her knee into his chest and used an uppercut from her left fist to knock him onto his back.

Wesley pulled his blade from the chest of a vampire and sliced her head off. As her body burst into dust, a figure leapt through the cloud and snatched hold of his throat.

"Hi, Wes. Nice of you to drop by," sneered Angelus.

His grip closed like a steel vice and forced the Englishman to his knees. As he tried to bring his sword up, the Irish vampire stamped on the tip of the blade and knocked it from his grasp. With a look of malicious delight, he bared his fangs to the helpless man.

"You've saved me the trouble of coming to find you. That spoils things a bit because I'm afraid that I'll have to kill you quick so that I can deal with Buffy, and I was so looking forward to torturing you."

"We were friends, once," gasped the Watcher, clutching in vain at the powerful hand that held him.

"Yes. And that's not something that's easy to forgive," he replied with disgust in his voice. Snarling, he opened his mouth and bit down.

Just before his fangs punched into his victim's exposed throat, a crossbow bolt buried itself in his shoulder and knocked him back. Wesley slipped from his numb fingers and fell forward, coughing. Barely ten feet away, through the mass of charging bodies, Cordelia began to knock another bolt into place.

Angelus yanked the shaft from his body and tossed it aside. His eyes filled with hate as he grimaced at her, "Cordelia, you surprise me. I didn't know you were such a good shot with that thing."

"I'm not. I was aiming for your heart!"

Kicking the Watcher back into the melee, he lunged forward and batted the weapon from her hands. She backed a step away from him as his hands reached for her. He was struck from the side by a blonde blur and disappeared into the mass of vampires.

Losing sight of her former boss and the Slayer, Cordy ducked the grasp of a female vampire and sighed with relief when a battleaxe struck the fiend and flung it away.

"C'mon. We've got friends to find," said Oz, cutting a path toward the rear steps.

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Twisting her body and curling the chain over her shoulder, Faith flipped Spike across the room. He crashed into a table and bounded to his feet far quicker than she had expected.

"You think you can handle me in the state you're in, Slayer?"

"Spike, I could take you with one hand tied behind my back!"

He straightened into a cocky pose, "Oh? Prove it. I don't mind waiting while you get the rope."

She shot him a shark-like grin, "Remember what I told you while you were beating on me?"

"Yeah."

With amazing speed, she leapt forward and hit him with an uppercut that bounced him off the wall.

Like the warriors they were, they began to trade punches and kicks at a frightening pace. Spike blocked three combination punches and returned a spin kick that flattened the Slayer against the wall. His fist slammed down and he roared in pain as she ducked her head away and he hit the stonework. Her returning punch blasted under his chin and nearly lifted him off his feet.

He reeled as she followed her attack with a devastating combination of hits that had him staggering and off balance. Finally, he managed to block a blow and hit back. His face morphed into that of the vampire and he doubled her up with a punch to the stomach. As her body folded, he swept his foot up to try to connect with her chin.

The brunette Slayer was ready for that and snatched hold of his ankle, twisting it painfully to the side. He spun in the air and crashed down before her. She stamped her foot on his crotch with a gleeful look of delight.

As he curled up in pain, he saw her turn toward Willow. The damn witch was free! The Slayer must have unlocked her before attacking him. Spitting on her sleeve, the redhead wiped the blood rune from her forehead. The Slayer nodded to the back cellar and the witch gave a small smile of agreement before lifting her hand and turning an imaginary key. There was a slight click from the locked door behind him and he felt a cool draft carry the strong scent of blood over him.

"No!" he cried, climbing to his knees and beginning to stand up.

The Slayer struck him with a powerful kick that flung him through the air and into the charnel house of the back room. He hit the floor with a thud and skidded across the blood soaked surface as entrails and body parts were carried along with him. When he came to a halt, he saw Faith flash him a smile as she closed the door. It locked with an unnaturally loud click.

"Oh, bollocks," he whispered as the werewolf climbed groggily to its feet.

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Angelus rolled above her with both his hands fastened on her throat, "Ah, Buffy. You really were the sweetest conquest. I'll treasure taking your virginity for centuries."

She gripped his wrists and exerted all her strength to prise his hands slowly apart. "That's very romantic. Did you once eat a trashy novelist?"

"That's it, Buff. You make with the quips, but remember that I'll have the last laugh."

"Yeah? Well, you never were very quick at getting the joke."

Pain burst in him as she crashed her forehead into his face. While he was momentarily weakened, she pushed him up and managed to gather her feet against his chest. Snapping her body straight, she flung him backward and used a handspring to leap to her feet. He snarled as he rolled into a crouch and twisted to see where she had gone, spitting blood when he saw her charging toward the Shepherd.

The cultist made the mystic symbol for death above the last vial of blood and poured it into the green flames. The essence of a killer turned them black with a purple tint as they soared to twice the height they had been. On the wall opposite the sorcerer, the chalk runes exploded and left a jagged hole of darkness that was nearly twelve feet high.

"Lord Mobadon! You are free! Follow the sound of your faithful servant's voice to escape your prison! Come to..."

"Oh, knock it off, you prat!" snapped Giles as he flattened the sorcerer with his fist. Buffy skidded to a halt beside him and flashed a grateful smile.

"Giles, you're not quite getting the hang of saving the world. When you take out a bad guy you have to do it with a bit of wit."

He pushed his glasses further up his nose as he regarded his beautiful young charge, "Something like 'Oh, stop your bleating, Sheppy'? Or maybe, 'Flock off', perhaps?"

She grimaced and patted his forearm affectionately, "Okay, you took me literally when I said 'a bit'. My bad. Maybe you should stick to the research and I'll do the field work. Still, nice punch though. Did you stop him in time?"

"I'm afraid not," he said as a seven foot tall, jet black demon stepped through the dimensional rent in the far wall.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "Buffy and The Exiled 06" in which Angelus and Buffy get even more physical and two of the greatest magical powers clash.

FROM THE AUTHOR : Many thanks to my editor OMEGAZONE for taking the time to improve and guide my writing.



Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 06



NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together.

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"I doubt that is the pizza delivery boy," whispered Buffy to her Watcher as Mobadon turned and surveyed the conflict.

The demon was very muscular with smooth skin that was as black as coal. His face was handsome, after a fashion, but his eyes were a burning red that shone like a furnace above a cruel mouth that was filled with needle-like teeth. Long, pointed ears could be seen clearly, because the sides of his skull were hairless, while long lustrous black hair was swept back from the top of his head to hang down to his shoulders.

His body was adorned with golden jewellery; from the thick crescent medallion that hung on a sturdy chain around his neck, to the bangles on his arms and the rings on his fingers. The only article of clothing the fiend wore was a fine chain-link loincloth that looked like it could possibly be silver. Finally, jutting in opposite directions from behind his shoulders were the two pommels of his swords. They were expertly crafted oriental katanas that had runes written all along the length of their silver blades.

Before Giles could reply, the Slayer was suddenly occupied with dodging Angelus' fist. The two former lovers began to trade punishing blows at a pace no human could copy. Both ducked, dodged, struck and punched with a ferocity that appalled and amazed the Englishman. Then he too was suddenly occupied with an attacking vampire.

Oz and Cordelia had managed to reach the top of the stairs that descended to the monastery's maze of cellars, but were now hemmed in by four rather feral looking vampires. One of the bloodsuckers, still dressed in his Double Meat Palace uniform, lunged forward and snagged the brunette around the waist. With a snarl, he lifted her over his shoulder and disappeared into the throng of undead. As Oz tried to intercept them, the three remaining vampires grasped him and they struggled on the top step for a moment before crashing down the stairway.

Mobadon smiled at his newfound freedom. It had only been a thousand years, but it had felt like an eternity since he had last walked the lands of man. The battle around him was a pleasant welcome back; how thoughtful of his worshippers to arrange such a stimulating display for his return!

A vampire leapt backward to avoid the swinging blade of a raven haired man who wore spectacles and collided with the demon Lord. Hardly even realising he was doing it, the beast lashed out with his magic and the luckless creature burst into a pillar of fire. It felt so good for him to be able to channel his power after the void of the vortex!

Summoning forth the darkness, he lifted his claws and uttered a word long lost to mankind. Instantly every being in the room convulsed in agony and fell writhing to the floor. Their cries of torment and screams for mercy were music to his ears.

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Oz and the three vampires bounced down the stone steps and scattered across the floor of a corridor. The young man tucked himself into a forward roll and sprang to his feet with an agility that would have made a gymnast proud. Quickly darting down the passageway, he chose one of the many side corridors and ran to the thick oak door at its end. It was locked.

Turning around, he saw the three pursuers slow to a swagger as they followed him. A reed thin creep in a paisley shirt sneered in pleasure, "Looks like you're trapped, boy. What a shame. I could promise you a swift death, but I'm not in the mood. I think things are about to get really rough."

His two companions laughed and let their faces change to show the savage demon within them.

Unfortunately for the three would-be killers, there was a far more savage beast within the little man. Oz had spent the last few years mastering his control of the werewolf and now it obeyed him completely. He could do as he had tonight, and refuse to let it out even under the pull of the full moon, or he could stand in broad daylight and unleash the wolf.

The vampires looked on in disbelief as the small man swelled in size and muscles popped up all over his wiry frame. Grey and black hair swarmed through his skin and his face elongated into a vicious muzzle. In a mere couple of seconds, a seven foot tall wolf lowered itself into a predatory crouch and snarled as drool slathered from its deadly jaws. Claws that could slice through steel scratched a furrow in the stone of the corridor floor while the beast's sickly yellow eyes narrowed as they focused on the three men.

"Er... Sorry," the no-longer-cocky leader whispered as he began to back away. "No harm done. We'll just be on our way. Just stay calm an..."

The huge beast sprang upon him and snapped its jaws shut on his throat. Before his dust cloud had even finished expanding, the werewolf was slashing the second bloodsucker to pieces. While one mighty claw grasped his shoulder, the second twisted his arm and tore it loose as if it were no stronger than cotton candy. The undead thug screamed in agony as his own severed limb gushed bloody rain down onto his demonic face.

The final vampire turned to flee, but never reached the end of the small passageway. A single bound from the powerful lycanthrope landed the beast on his back and bore him to the ground. Slashing both talons in a berserk frenzy, the huge werewolf tore its way through him, digging great gouges of flesh from his back. He struggled and screamed as the creature burrowed through his body until its hairy paw finally granted him release by ripping through his neck.

For a moment, the monster just crouched at the end of the corridor, and sniffed in either direction. It may have left if it had not been for the whimper of the vampire it had torn the arm from regaining its attention. He was crawling across the floor on his belly, grasping the limb as if he could keep it and stick it back on later. When the wolf turned back and tilted its head to one side as its pale yellow eyes burned into him, he gibbered incoherently with fear.

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While the victims of his magic danced to his agonising spell, Mobadon drew a deep breath of satisfaction. Turning to the black rent in the wall, he held a hand out and a small burning orb of orange flame shot forth to disappear into the darkness. In a second, there was a bright burst of searing light from the portal and it quivered when its edges widened.

"Come to me, my faithful brethren. Climb the passage I have opened and feast on the flesh of this world. Under my rule we shall sear this land and bathe in the blood of our enemies!"

An inhuman scream of hissing pleasure answered his call and it was quickly joined by the voices of hundreds more.

Arrogantly, the demon Lord turned to the room of humans and vampires, "Tremble meat! I have opened the other end of the portal. My demonic army of servitors will come now and consume you in celebration of my release. Take pride in the fact that you will be the first to fall to the new emperor of this realm."

Every fibre in Buffy's body burned with a terrible agony but she still managed to stagger to her feet. Around her tottering form, her friends and enemies shuddered and shook in the grasp of the mystical torture. Pain blurred her vision as she caught sight of the thrashing body of her Watcher.

Concern for Giles gave her the strength to twist toward the huge ebony fiend that was grinning at the suffering it had caused.

"Hey, Moby!" she called, hoping the distraction would cause his spell to fail.

When he turned toward her, his bestial face showed amazement that anyone could function under the influence of his Spirit Flail. Using her foot to flip Giles' sword into the air, she snagged hold of it and flung it at the demon Lord. Snarling, he raised one vicious claw at the flying blade and it altered direction to embed itself in the ceiling.

A second flick of his wrist sent the Slayer skidding across the room.

Finally coming to rest besides Cordelia, she was shocked at the sight of the lovely brunette. While Cordy twitched and twisted under the spell, a luminous, translucent, pale blue figure kept flicking into existence around her and it too was contorting with agony.

Sima had never felt such pain. It seared its way through her astral essence and burned away at her soul. She knew that if it continued, she would die as quickly as the humans, so she defended herself the only way she could; lashing out with all the power she could muster.

The entire focus of the Succubus slammed into the demon Lord in an unstoppable wave.

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Tara gasped and cupped her hand in front of Dawn's eyes when a naked Oz ran down the stairs into the cellar.

"What is it?" complained the teenager, trying to tug the hand away.

Faith lowered her eyes and took a long look at his thick cock that hung soft before him. A smile spread across her face as she gave him a suggestive wink, "You used to feed that brute to Red? Lucky her. No wonder after you left she gave up on finding a better man and changed teams."

The small man gave her a disapproving glance before fixing his eyes on Willow, "We've gotta get out of here. Where's Ru?"

Before the witch could answer, he was following the scent of his lover to the door at the back. Opening the little window, he peered in and then bit his lip as he pondered the situation. With an unhappy frown, he turned to the four women.

"You go. When you're safely out of the way, I'll let her out."

"Won't she try to chow down on you?" asked the Slayer.

"No."

"Okay then," she said, starting for the steps.

"Wait," Willow called. "I have another way. Tara, Honey, do you have any rose petals and wolfsbane in your pouch?"

"Oh my," breathed Dawn when the hand finally slipped from her eyes and she saw Oz in all his magnificent glory. Her eyes caught Faith's and the Chosen flashed her a saucy grin.

After checking carefully, Tara shook her head. "I have enough rose petals for the reversal, but no wolfsbane. You won't be able to cast the spell you taught me."

"We'll see about that," said the redhead as she looked down at the flagstones beneath her feet. "Faith, pull one of these up for me."

"Who died and put you in charge? I'm the Slayer, so we'll do things my way."

"That's fine as long as your way involves you pulling this flag up for me."

The brunette laughed. "Okay Red. I'll play ball... for now."

Crouching down, she pushed her fingertips into the tightly packed edge of the stone, which crumbled under her strength. Grimacing, she twisted her hand and yanked up the two foot square tile, exposing the compacted dirt beneath it.

Willow nodded to her and then crossed her legs as she sat down. Slowing her breathing, she looked up into the questioning eyes of her beloved. "Everything's connected," she explained. "All I need to do is reach into the earth and germinate the right thing. It's not that difficult, really."

Lifting her hand above the dirt, she closed her eyes and summoned the seed. A green shoot curled its way upward, thickening and swelling as it grew until, in mere seconds, an adult plant was flowering before the redhead.

"Oh, Sweetie," Tara whispered in a strange, quiet tone. Dawn gave her a thoughtful look because she could not tell whether the blonde was proud or worried. It seemed to be a mixture of both.

Quickly plucking off a handful of the purple flowers from the wolfsbane, Willow stood and took the rose petals from her lover, before turning to Oz. "I know a spell that will change a werewolf back into the person beneath. Think you can stop her attacking for a second?"

He nodded.

After a twist of her hand, a click signalled the end of her magic seal on the door. The little man swung it open and stepped into the slaughterhouse with her following right behind him. In the far corner, the werewolf had its claws clasping hold of Spike as it sunk its teeth into his shoulder and began to fling its head from side to side. He screamed as his flesh tore out in huge chunks and his fists beat ineffectually at the beast. His whole body bore terrible claw marks; it seemed like the werewolf was not hungry after feeding on the cultists and was merely playing with her food.

Oz was about to call to her when Willow laid a hand on his arm, "Let her finish, first."

"No," he said, looking angry that she would suggest such a thing.

"Ru!"

Blood and drool drained in sticky ropes from her fangs as the lycanthrope let go of the vampire and turned to snarl at the intruders. Instinct told her to attack, but the familiar scent of her mate and master held her back.

Her large amber eyes blinked in surprise when she was hit by a shower of mixed petals.

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Mobadon felt the Succubus' attack and staggered backward as he tried to control the burning lust within him. Snarling, he barked a command, and the ethereal spirit was dragged before him. Now that he had separated her astral essence from the human female, she was clearly visible. His magic propelled her to her knees before him as he stretched to his full height and glowered down upon her.

"You think your puny mind tricks will work on me, spirit?"

She screamed in agony as he focused his pain inducing spell on her alone. The rest of the thrashing bodies in the room slowly lay still; thankful that the torment had ceased. For a long moment, he watched the translucent beauty jerk and twist. Finally, he ended the spell and she sagged forward until her forehead touched the floor.

She was a beautiful thing! He could feel his lust aroused and needed it to be sated. However, he would not permit himself to act so uninhibited before these lesser beings. They were here for his pleasure, not the other way around. Then an idea sprang into his mind.

"We have a few minutes until my servants will have completed their long climb. You shall amuse me until they arrive." His hand made a pulling gesture and an invisible force dragged Buffy to his feet. A second wave of his hand made Angelus slide across the floor to her side.

"The leaders of your two groups shall provide us with entertainment."

His eyes looked down upon the Succubus with a gaze that left her in no doubt how bad it would be for her to disappoint him. Nodding, she let her power reach out to take control of the two former lovers and calm the others in the room until they just watched.

Buffy felt a wave of undeniable lust for Angelus sweep over her. Just the sight of his handsome face had her tingling in juicy anticipation. She knew it was wrong and fought it with all her strength, but it was impossible to ignore or resist.

He felt a fire in his loins that had not been there for a long time. When he looked at his lost love, he saw that she was the most beautiful and desirable woman he could imagine.

Hungrily, they threw their arms around each other and they kissed like they had done when they had still been together. Her lips parted for him and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She was sweet to the taste and it made him growl with desire for more.

She felt his strong, muscular arms enfold her as he crushed her small frame against his chest. It was delirious bliss to surrender to his needful demands. As he kissed her with growing lust, he had to force himself to release her and sit back. She was sat before him and used her hands as braces against the floor behind her to support her upper body. A lovely smile spread across her face as her eyes roved up and down him. He clasped his hands onto the bottom of his black shirt and drew it up over his head to cast it aside.

The well-defined muscles of his chest looked sculpted from granite as his pecs flexed when his arms rested back on his knees. The hole in his shoulder where Cordelia's quarrel had struck him was almost healed over.

"Your turn," he challenged.

Almost with a hesitancy, she used one hand to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. His eyes followed the spreading gap between the two halves of silk as more fasteners slipped free and her smooth skin appeared with tantalising slowness.

Her firm breasts helped spread the tight garment apart when the restraint of the buttons was released. A hint of red lace teased him as he could just see the middle of her bra. When his eyes flicked back to hers, she had her gaze firmly fixed upon his face to see his reaction. The smile that passed between them was reminiscent of the days when they had been so completely in love.

When the last of the buttons was free, she sat up and slipped it from her shoulders. Now he could clearly see her smooth skin, pert breasts and uncharacteristic underwear. The full mounds of her breasts were enclosed in a scarlet bra that was very sexy. Its gauze-like cups were decorated with delicate lace that revealed tantalising glimpses of the sensuous flesh beneath. He could see parts of her areolas peeking from gaps in the swirls, and the pyramid thrust above her stiff nipples.

"Like what you see?" she whispered, seductively.

"Sure. Show me more."

Obediently, and with a pleased smile, she lifted a hand to the central clasp. With a dextrous twist of her fingers, she released the little hook and the two cups sprang apart. When she shrugged the bra off her shoulders, it slipped down her arms to join her discarded blouse.

Angelus felt his cock swell at the sight of her young breasts. They made him long to touch them, suck them, nibble at them. He just wanted to flutter his tongue over her stiff buds and make her squirm.

"Lovely, to be sure," he whispered, a strong hint of his Irish accent thickening his voice.

Like a predator, he leant forward until he was on his hands and knees, and then stalked toward her. She let out a little gasp of delight as he kept crawling forward until she had to lean back as he loomed over her. This made the tips of her breasts rise toward him, and with a hungry glint in his eye, he dropped his lips to suckle at a nipple.

"Aaahh," she gasped, almost inaudibly.

His mouth worked with a skill and expertise on her stiff flesh as his tongue made it thrum with delight. Wet sucking noises slipped from him as he nursed and teased. After a few moments of this delightful treatment, he raised his eyes to hers while drawing the tender bud deeper into his mouth.

"Oh, Angel," she moaned, dreamily.

While the vampire made love to her nipple with his mouth, she shifted beneath him. Sliding her legs from under her, she slipped them between his arms to stretch down his body. This enabled her to scoot toward him slightly until her breast dropped from his lips. He raised his head to find his mouth brushing hers as she eagerly sought his tongue.

The kiss was deep and done with a passion that spoke volumes about their lust. Ravenously, their faces twisted against each other as their jaws worked and their lips danced a tango of desire.

He felt a tug at his waist as her hand began to work his belt loose. Quickly, she unbuckled it and popped open the buttons on his black jeans. Her warm fingers slipped inside to curl around his growing cock. He noted that she pulled it free with none of the girlish nervousness she had done on the night they first made love.

Tightening the ring of her forefinger and thumb, she slid her hand on his shaft back and forth with a demanding rhythm. Her motion grew quicker and quicker as he thickened and hardened from her touch.

"Mmmm," he murmured into her mouth.

"Easy boy," she teased. "Don't get too carried away. I have plans for that thing."

"So do I, Buff. So do I."

Her hand released his now throbbing member as she hooked her fingers into the sides of his jeans to jerk them down his hips. Grinning, he got to his feet and stepped out of the trousers. He then stood naked before her as she drank in his magnificent body. He was as toned and muscular as an athlete; his pale skin flawless. She let her gaze linger on his cock as it stood in honour of her beauty.




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A jewel of clear fluid glistened on the end of his swollen glans as his smooth shaft bobbed in eagerness. He was a very fine specimen of manhood.

"Want me to suck it?"

"I want you to swallow it."

Her eyes sparkled as she answered in a perky voice, "I think I can do that."

"Prove it."

Moving to kneel before him, she slipped both her hands onto his lean buttocks. When she tightened her grip on him, she felt the muscles clench in anticipation. Her mouth hovered so close to his rigid shaft that her breath tickled him. He looked down at the young Slayer as she moistened her lips and then parted them with agonising slowness.

When she slid his cock head into her mouth, he groaned in delight; she was a sucking hole of warm, wet, pulsing pleasure. His shaft rubbed along her dancing, swirling tongue as she continued to swallow him deeper and deeper. When he bumped into her tonsils, she made a slurping noise as she sucked the clear juice from him.

"Oh, Buffy," he sighed. "You are really good at that."

She slipped his shaft from her lips and gave a naughty grin as she fluttered the tip of her tongue over the slit on the end. Ducking forward, she slipped his glans back into her mouth, sucked it hard, and then pulled it out with a popping noise. Quickly, she repeated this several times.

When she felt him tense, she lifted his cock up and pressed her lips to the sensitive little fold of skin that joined his glans to his shaft. As she began humming, her lips conducted the vibrations into him. It was such an intense thrill, he jerked away from her so that he did not lose his composure.

"Where did you learn a trick like that?"

She shrugged, coyly.

He looked down into her shining eyes and caressed the side of her face, "How about I show you some of the tricks I know?"

Her eyebrows rose suggestively, "Gonna make me shiver, Angelus?"

He pushed her down onto her back. Roughly, he unbuttoned her leather pants and dragged them down to her ankles. Her red lace panties were of the same design as her bra. His lust soared when he saw that the gusset was damp and clinging to her aroused pussy lips.

"Who's a dirty girl, then?"

"Oh, I am. I'm such a naughty, dirty girl."

"That you are," he smiled.

Eagerly, she kicked out of her trousers and he knelt between her parted legs. Reaching forward, he smoothed the back of his fingers up and down the wet patch on her panties and he could feel the puffy flesh beneath slither under his touch. He turned his hand around and used his fingertips to press the fabric into her slit, before stirring it in circles around her clit.

"Mmmm," she purred, rolling her hips in small loops.

Angelus leant forward and licked at the damp panties. Her sweet nectar oozed through the lace to daub his lips in a sheen of girl dew. Smiling, she took hold of his chin, lifted his face and then licked her own juices from him.

They began a long, slow kiss that belied their need. As they did so, he pulled her panties to one side and gingerly parted the petals of her sex. The wet flesh was warm to his touch and two of his fingers slid into her love passage with a smooth glide.

"Oh yeah, that's nice," she sighed between kisses.

Her reward was to feel his fingers smooth across the crinkled inner walls of her pussy as they sought her pleasure spot. When they found it and began to trace figure eights, her hips gave a little buck. With a gentle pumping motion, he slid them back and forth in her moist sheath until he felt she was greased enough, then he added a third finger. The more urgent kisses she gave him were a definite sign of her approval.

Lying in the hall of the old monastery, the vampire and the Slayer were oblivious to the enthralled audience that watched them. In much the same way, everyone else was focused on the erotic display, and so no-one saw the black shapes begin to crawl out of the portal and fill the room behind their master. The demons looked almost exactly like five foot tall humanoid newts. Their talons were large and webbed, while their eyes were so bulbous that they could see in light only one step removed from total darkness. A glistening sheen coated their jet black scales and sparkled as their tails swept back and forth. In silence, the formed a rough group and waited the command of their dark Lord.

Buffy sighed as Angelus worked his three fingers in and out of her. Her hips rolled with the motion as she sought to sink them deeper. His touch drew fond memories as well as shivers of excitement from the young blonde. His handsome face smiled as he kept ducking forward for little kisses and then dropped his gaze to where he plundered her juicy slot.

"Ready for me, Slayer?"

"Always."

Hooking his fingers into the sides of her panties, he drew the gossamer fabric down her thighs. It surprised him when she gave a girlish giggle as the garment slipped from her toes. Her smile was so broad that her pearl white teeth showed.

With the easy grace of a cat, he crawled between her legs as she spread them in welcome. Her fingers latched onto the swollen head of his cock and steered it toward her wet opening. They both sighed when his hard flesh pushed into the soft folds of her quim. He penetrated her for only an inch before holding still.

His eyes bore down into hers and they were still so in tune with each other, even after all this time, that words were unnecessary. They moved as one to slide his cock into her warm, wet depths. It felt good. To them both it felt just like the night they faced the judge. Then it had been her first time, but it had felt so right and she could not have imagined losing her virginity in any other way.

When his pubic bone pushed up against her fleshy lips, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her surrounding him completely. Every little tremble from her inner walls transmitted itself along his shaft.

"Ahh," he moaned.

Her mouth twitched in a playful smirk as she suddenly rolled her hips in a large grinding, circle. Her inner wet walls slithered around his stiffness in a gloriously feminine caress. His sharp intake of breath, although not needed, was a clear indicator of how good it felt to him.

He set his mouth in a tight line as he determined to get his own back. Drawing his rigid length back until his glans was once more lodged between her puffy pussy lips. A cute little frown wrinkled her face when he held himself still and did not begin to slide back into her. 

Finally, she looked up at his face, "Ang..."

Seizing her distraction, he slammed himself to the hilt in her young body. The quick thrust made the breath whoosh out of her in a delighted gasp of pleasure. Like a piston, he began to pump in and out, to the full length of his rod.

Her knees bent around his sides, her feet hooked over each other behind his knees and her hands grasped onto his shoulders so tightly that he gritted his teeth. He set his hips into a fast, but regular, rhythm that worked his cock back and forth in her velvet sheath with a delirious tempo.

"Oh, that's nice, Angel!"

"Sure is," he whispered as his mouth covered hers and he thrust his tongue into her. Her own fought back and the two bits of wiggling flesh coiled around each other in a hungry dance. The large muscles on the backs of his legs flexed as they helped push his hot cock in and out of her greasy pussy. That sopping sheath claimed his shaft with a lustful squishing as it oozed more and more juice for him.

For a long time, the two lovers humped roughly against each other in a sweaty, grunting, moaning torrent of passion. Then, in a show of unspoken communication, they both changed position. Angelus sat back on his haunches as Buffy rolled over and got to her knees. She looked over her shoulder at him as she wiggled her butt backward into his waiting embrace, his hands fastening onto her waist and dragging her back onto his cock.

Like a fiery bar, it thrust into her wet sheath and he began to plough her like an animal. Her head dipped low to the floor and her hair formed a golden curtain that hid her face as she moaned in delight. Little drops of sweat spattered the floor beneath her as she bounced under his onslaught. The audience could see her firm breasts swaying back and forth to the music of their passion while her nipples stood like bullets on the wobbling mounds.

"That's it, fuck me!"

He grunted as he redoubled his efforts and felt her bump back against him as she matched his rhythm. As she rested her forehead onto her crossed arms, she continued to urge him on.

"Slide that big cock into me, Angel. Fuck my tight cunt! Oh, God that is nice. Yes. C'mon, do it. Fuck me harder. Oh! Fuck me."

He curled a hand into her blonde mane and pulled it back as if he was holding onto the reins of a bridle. Like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco, he fought to control her wiggling and bucking body as he forced it to arch to his desire.

"Oh, Buffy!" he gasped, suddenly quickening his thrusts.

"Yes! Cum in me, Angel. Fill my pussy with your molten spunk. Do it in me! Shoot your cum into me!"

He groaned and buried himself completely. The first twitch of his cock set her own orgasm off and his jet of spunk blasted into a churning pit of lust. Her thrashing inner walls rippled and milked wave after wave of cum from him until he had covered her insides in a thick salty coating of semen.

She shivered and shuddered in ecstasy as jolts of pleasure danced through her body. His muscular chest pressed on her back as he collapsed onto her. Together, they rode out the final twinges of delight.

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"Thank you for encouraging such a delightful display," the demon Lord whispered into Sima's ear. "Don't think I have forgotten that you intended to ensnare me with your lustful thrall. It is now time for you to pay for that."

"No!" pleaded the shimmering beauty.

It did her no good. Mobadon flicked his wrist at her and she was thrown through the air to disappear into the blackness of the portal. Her scream faded into nothingness as she plunged through the corridor between dimensions and shot out into the snapping maws of the waiting legion.

Now that the Succubus was gone, Giles felt a little of his own senses returning. He realised that one of the naked and sweating forms was Buffy and that she had been cruelly used for the monster's entertainment. Casting his eyes about for a weapon, he saw that only a few feet away lay Cordelia's crossbow.

"I always new that beneath your prissy exterior beat the heart of a true slut, Buff," Angelus whispered into her ear. She was dizzy from the all-consuming control that Sima had used and could barely get her breath to reply.

She felt a gust of air blow across her shoulder as a crossbow bolt shot by and plunged into the vampire's side, throwing him away from her.

"What the Hell is this!" Angelus bellowed as he rolled to his feet and pulled the bolt from his body. "Use the vampire for target practice day, or what?"

Seeing the Watcher standing twenty feet away, tossing the empty bow aside, the Irishman started to sprint toward him. "Big mistake, Rupert. I've spent two and a half centuries fighting just about everything that lived or didn't and I'm going to drop you in seconds!"

With dazzling speed, he swung a blow at the calm Watcher. Giles sidestepped it and hooked his elbow around the vampire's outstretched arm. Shifting his weight with a simple twist of his hips, he used the undead man's momentum against him and slung him across the room.

"And it seems that you are forgetting, Liam, that I have dedicated my life to teaching the Slayer every form of combat there is."

Sliding to a halt, the angry vampire grinned without humour as he began to rise with a murderous look in his eyes, "Oh, yeah. I did forget. I won't make that mistake a second time." He balled his fists and started forward.

"Kill them all," Mobadon commanded. His throng of servants hissed in delight and rushed forward. Suddenly, both the Watcher and the vampire had other things to worry about as they were forced onto the defensive as black scaly bodies surged forward, intent on shredding anything standing.

The few remaining vampires fought claw to claw with the savage demons, but were gradually torn down and decapitated. Wesley was knocked off his feet as a fiend leapt at him. Like all Watchers though, he was not only a bookworm, but also a highly trained fighter. Rolling with the force of the impact, he lodged a foot into the beast's gut and sent it crashing away over his head.

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Lilah waited in perfect calm. It had been simple while the Slayer and her friends were gathering their weapons to slip her hand into the pocket of her suit jacket. In it, she switched on her mobile phone, keyed in the code word for help and then transmitted the text message. Then it had just been a matter of waiting.

"Ahn, why don't you make us a cup of tea?"

Giving her love a little smile, she nodded and got up, "I suppose I'll have to make one for her, but don't expect me to put sugar in it."

When she had entered the kitchen, Xander settled back in the chair facing the lawyer. He studied her auburn beauty and thought that it was a shame that someone so pretty on the outside could be so ugly on the inside.

He instinctively threw up a hand to cover his face when the window exploded inward and three demons landed before him. They were wiry and looked almost as if their skin was nothing more than an oil slick that clung to their bones. As they pounced at him, he hit the first one with an uppercut that knocked it back and jumped to his feet. When his friends had all gathered their chosen weapons, he had leant a baseball bat against the fireplace. He now snatched it up and tried to hit the first fiend out of the park. He did not quite achieve that, but he did manage to send it crashing to the other side of the room, at least.

"C'mon then!" he spat as he hefted the wooden club behind his head ready for the next swing. "Let's see if I coulda joined the Major League."

Warily, the three creatures hung back. The noise of crunching glass alerted him to a fourth demon clambering through the window. This one was different. It looked like a gorilla, except for the fact that its chest and forearms were covered in thick bony scales with vicious horns on them. Its eyes reminded him of angry Willow, except where hers went all black, its were a milky white.

"Think that puny thing will do you any good against me, blood bag?" it hissed.

Xander smacked the bat down as hard as he could, hoping for a home run, but the beast just lifted an arm and let the wooden club shatter to splinters on its tough spines. Breathtakingly quickly, it shot forward and pinned him to the wall with an ivory talon around his neck.

"I'm gonna eat the face off you." It nodded toward the three other demons, "I've got a bet with the Gorgi's that it'll taste like pork."

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As the servants swarmed forth, Buffy shook her head to clear her senses. A demon screeched and grasped for her. She rolled to the side, sprang behind it and hooked both her hands under its chin. With her knee jammed against its spine to brace herself, she pulled backward as hard as she could. Slayer muscles easily outclassed the demon's and, with a sudden jerk, she felt its neck snap and its head flopped to the side.

Turning around, she looked at the black darting forms, "Okay, step right up. Death for everyone. Who's next?"

"Me," a voice behind her hissed. She spun quickly, but still not fast enough.

Snarling, Mobadon lashed out with his huge fist and struck her in the face. She felt like she had been hit by the side of a mountain and collapsed at his feet, dazed. Shaking his head at the weakness of humans, the demon sliced down with one of his swords.

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"Are you sure you know the way?" Faith asked Oz.

"Yes."

The small group turned yet another corner and walked down the corridor.

"I get it. You're following your own scent, only in reverse, aren't you?"

"Something like that."

"Anyone ever tell you that you are a bit on the taciturn side?"

"Once or twice."

As their voices faded, a door they had passed opened and Harmony stuck her head out. Glancing back at the bank clerk that she had been drinking, she reluctantly stepped out into the corridor. The man was dead now anyway and she had drunk enough to tide her over until she got to have the blonde witch. As long as Angelus did not find out that she had kept one of the humans back, instead of turning him to make up the numbers of Spike's gang, she would be fine.

Quickly, she hurried down to where the captives had been to see why Spike had let them go. She found him crawling on his hands and knees toward the stairs while blood gushed from the savage wounds on his chest and shoulders.

"Spikey!" she gasped, rushing to help him to his feet. "Don't worry, we'll go find Angelus and he'll help you."

"No... uhk... Pet," he managed, even though it was staggeringly painful to speak. "Get me out of here. I'll... hahk... heal in time."

He lifted his gaze to stare after the long gone Scoobies, "And when I have, I'm going to make them wish they were never born!"

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Mobadon's sword was parried just above the Slayer's head by another blade. Giles stepped between his charge and the fiend, brandishing the sword that Wesley had been using. Wordlessly, he attacked. The skill and ferocity of his assault took Mobadon completely by surprise. It was more luck than anything else that the demon avoided being cut in two.

Recovering, he let his blade parry and thrust against the Watcher's as he drew his second katana. Now Giles was battling against two deadly blades. Only his mastery of fencing enabled him to dart his weapon left and right in time to block and counter each new threat.

Together, the two swordsmen fought back and forth before the mystic portal as another few demons leapt from its embrace to join the fray. Staggering back under a vicious combination of cuts from the demon, Giles frantically slid his blade in dazzling arcs to parry the twin attacks. His feet knocked into the still stunned Buffy and he realised he could not afford to retreat any further.

"I'll die before I let you hurt her," he promised the beast as he renewed his own offence.

Mobadon laughed as he fought the human. This was such fun after his long confinement! He had to admit that he had never faced such a skilled swordsman before, but it was only a matter of time before one of his swords would find its mark.

Seeing that the Watcher was totally focused on the demon Lord, a black shape hurled itself toward him.

Using the demon Lords own momentum to deflect a downward cut to the side, Giles spun his blade around himself as he whipped his body in a fast circle to behead the demon that was rushing to help its master.

"I think we should keep this fight a fair one, don't you?" he asked, as he attacked once again with a series of sweeping thrusts.

Like a steel whirlwind, his blade flashed around one of the katanas in a spiral and swept it from the demon's grip. Although it flew back to his hand at a command, shock at being disarmed made Mobadon re-evaluate his chances in the swordfight. With a flick of his wrist, he used magic to knock the man across the room.

A crackling tongue of energy leapt from the fiend's claw and blasted into Giles. He screamed and skidded further back.

Through the shrieks of his attacking servants and the crackling of his magical lance, Mobadon heard a whisper so clear that it was as if the speaker had her lips pressed to his ear and was not stood on the other side of the room, "Want to try that on me?"

Ceasing his attack on the Watcher, he turned to look at the little redhaired human that was stupid enough to taunt his power. She stood at the top of the steps to the cellar. From behind her, a brunette in denim launched herself with a battle cry into two of his pets. She fought with the same ferocity that the small blonde had earlier.




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"Foolish whelp! You know not what you ask. I will teach you humility with a glad heart." He gestured toward the defiant girl and his energy lanced toward her. She caught it with one hand and let it leap back at him from her other.

"This yours?" she smiled as he yelped when it struck his chest. Instantly, he let it cease and narrowed his eyes with a burning hatred.

"So, witch. You have power within you. That makes this more of a challenge. I will tear your soul from you and swallow it to add to my collection!"

"Sticks and stones," she chided. "And speaking of stone..."

Using two fingers to draw a horizontal line in the air before her, as she silently mouthed a prayer to Hecate. Quickly, she turned both palms upward and then slapped them together.

A shattering crunch deafened the large chamber as two huge slabs of stone flooring on either side of the demon leapt upward to crush him between them. He was just quick enough to raise a shield of solid air around himself and they smashed themselves to powder on it as he stood unharmed.

With a grin, the demon turned the floor beneath Willow to sand. Before she could react, a swarm of black scarab beetles surged up her legs and she disappeared beneath the seething, biting mass.

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"Put him down this instant, you big dumb ox!" Anya said cheerfully, as if she were scolding a mischievous child. Both Xander and the demon turned to see her standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a tray of hot drinks in her hands.

"Er... Ahn, Honey, kinda got my throat stuck in the big nasties' claws, here. Please don't make him mad."

"Oh, don't worry, Xander. M'chulok won't hurt you."

"Huh?" he wheezed around the ivory talons. "You know this... um... guy?"

The Muglok demon turned its face to Anya as she set the tray with the drinks down on the coffee table.

"Do I know you, sweetmeat?"

"Oh, come now," she said, a little indignantly. "It's only been a hundred and seventy three years and you've forgotten me already?"

"What are you drivelling on about, human?"

"Human?" She looked puzzled for a moment and then nodded as she remembered, "Ah. You only saw me in my true form, didn't you?” Her flesh rippled and suddenly her beautiful face transformed into a mass of repulsive scars. "Does this help?"

"Anyanka!" His pure white eyes swivelled around to glare accusingly at Lilah as she stood behind the three Gorgi demons. "Your firm does not pay me enough to be stupid. They never mentioned you were being held by a Vengeance demon!"

"What difference does that make? Kill her and then we'll haggle about a pay rise." Her confidence faded into a frown, "And what's a Vengeance demon, anyway?"

"If you knew what one was, you would be more afraid of it than you are of your Senior Partners." The beast slowly, carefully, released Xander and then brushed his T-shirt to remove the wrinkles it had made. "My apologies, human," it hissed and with a nod toward Anya, turned and left the house.

"Well, that doesn't change a thing," blustered Lilah. "She is still outnumbered three to one."

The Gorgi demons stepped stealthily forward with their claws out.

"Actually, you're wrong there," grinned Xander. "It's your pets who are outnumbered one to three."

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Angelus ducked a slashing claw and pummelled the demon's chest with both fists, driving it backward. With a fast, graceful spin kick, he caught the pit fiend on the side of its head and the force of his blow caved in its skull. Before that creature had hit the floor, another charged into him and they both crashed backward through a large stained glass window into the darkness outside.

Tumbling down a grassy slope, the vampire managed to twist from beneath the demon so that when they came to a halt he was knelt on its chest. Raining punches down on its snout, he kept hitting it until it lay still. Grasping its head in both hands, he yanked hard until he heard the bones of its neck snap.

Snarling, he got to his feet and started back up the hill so that he could return to the fight. After a couple of paces, his features morphed back into that of the handsome Irishman and he shook his head with a smile.

"Another time, I think," he promised as he turned and disappeared into the night.

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"Protect Dawn," Oz told Veruca as he turned and ran into the throng of demons, his body changing as he went. Naked and still a little weak from the spell to force her to revert to human, Ru nodded as she took hold of the teenager and steered her to a corner of the room.

Just as Willow had told her to, Tara was walking slowly toward Buffy. She flinched when a demon ran toward her, but it ignored her and flung itself at Oz as he completed his transformation. She sighed with relief that the glamour she had cast was making the servants think she was one of them.

Giles rolled over and crawled on his hands and knees across to the Chosen One.

"Are you okay, Buffy?" he asked with a concerned look in his eyes.

"I'm fine," she replied as she tenderly cupped her chin and worked it back and forth. "If by that you take fine to mean 'feels like half my face is dented in', of course." She quickly flipped to her feet as a demon appeared from out of the crowd. Just before her mule kick struck it, it shimmered and turned into Tara.

"Willow sent me with a message. She says that you are going to have to use his own swords to slay Mobadon. His power is growing and now nothing forged in this dimension can kill him."

"Where's Dawn?"

"Veruca's protecting her."

"Wonderful. Isn't that a bit like burning down your house to stop it catching fire?"

Before Tara could reply, Buffy flung herself to intercept another servant. Its claws slashed at her as she ducked low and used two stiff arms to thrust it backward enough to give her room to fight. It hissed and bared its fangs in hatred.

"Listen, I don't have time for this. How about you lie down, play dead, an' we just say I stomped you already?"

Her forearm blocked its swipe, "No? Didn't think so, but hey, worth a shot."

An uppercut slammed into its snout as she shattered its knee with her heel. Using a grab and twist, she rolled it over her back to fling it into its brethren. The next demon to confront her was hit from the side by a flying kick before Buffy could react.

"Hey Bee! No fair you startin' without me."

A feeling of warmth spread through her when she realised that her girlfriend was okay. It chilled a little when she saw the beating she had taken. "You okay, Faith?"

"Five by five," she answered while delivering a jaw breaking punch to the luckless beast.

Smiling as they both fought, Buffy ducked a slash and called over her shoulder, "Someday you're gonna tell me what that means!"

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Mobadon laughed as the scarabs swarmed over the witch. It died on his lips when the insects exploded away from her and he saw her eyes had been replaced by a deep blackness that worried him. She gave a rueful smile and wagged a finger his way, "Okay. You want to play rough? I can do that."

A gesture from her lifted him off his feet and smashed him into the wall hard enough to snap some of his ribs.

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Wesley dropped to his knee to avoid a slashing talon and slammed the stiff side of his palm into its throat, crusing its windpipe. It slumped backward as another took its place.

"Look out!" called Cordelia from behind him.

"I saw it, thank you," he replied as he lashed out at the beast, but it danced out of reach. When it shot back, it snagged hold of his wrist and issued a taunting hiss. As Wes looked up into its descending jaws, he saw a huge hairy claw rear up from behind the servant and engulf its head in a death grip. The demon let go of the Watcher with a frightened shriek as the huge claws squeezed inward and crushed its skull like an eggshell.

The lifeless body was tossed aside and the Englishman now looked up into the fearsome face of a large black and grey werewolf. The beast's lips drew back in a snarl as drool hung in sticky ropes from razor sharp teeth.

"Er... Much obliged old chap," he managed in a small voice.

Another servant was stupid enough to slash its way across the wolf's back. The beast spun around and tore it into several small pieces. Covered in dripping ichor, the lycanthrope emitted an ear-splitting howl and launched itself back into the crowd of demons. They swarmed over it, trying to accomplish by sheer numbers what they could not alone. Their shrieks of agony as it gleefully slaughtered them were testament to how outclassed they were.

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An explosion of yellow light blew the demon Lord back against the wall. He roared in pain and lashed back with a bolt of fire. Magical energies seethed and boiled around the two combating forms as Willow stood her ground and returned like for like.

"You are mighty indeed, witch!" he said with awe.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Spock ears," she grimaced as her hand snared a stream of fire and deflected it away. She would never let him know just how much it hurt her to do it.

"You cannot win, you know. My legion has already arrived on the other side of the gate and countless thousands are already following. Bow to the inevitable and I will spare your life."

Glancing sideways at the rift, she could see that more and more servants were scuttling through to join the fight. He was right. Soon they would be so hopelessly outnumbered that nothing would change the outcome. She had to close the portal now.

Even as she hurled back a bolt of mystic green flame, she sent her thoughts to the two Slayers. "Buffy. Faith. I have to close the rift. I can no longer keep Mobadon busy, so you will have to stop him by yourselves. I am sorry."

Turning to stand before the monster spewing darkness, she lifted a hand and a purple bolt of coiling energy sprang to fasten onto one side of the gap. Looking over her shoulder at the demon Lord, she shot him a final grin, "Have fun and good luck. You're gonna need it."

With that, she made a snatching gesture and swept her free arm across toward the two advancing Chosen. Mobadon cursed and damned her as both his mystic blades leapt from their scabbard and flew into the hands of the Slayers.

Then she settled back to the task of stopping the fiend's army. With the same gesture she had made at the left hand side of the portal, she threw a bolt of magic at the other. Swirling black and purple energy coiled from each hand and surrounded the dimensional rift. A servant scuttled out of the blackness and burst into purple flame as it fell back into the void.

"Get back, puppy," she hissed as all her concentration came to bear on the task at hand. Slowly, the edges began to squeeze inward as the witch exerted her will.

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Opening his hand, the demon Lord summoned his blades back to him. The two young women held them in a grip to tight for them to free themselves, and after a moment they stopped responding to his call.

"Ready for a game of slice and dice, Bee?"

Buffy looked at her lover and nodded, "Oh yeah. Payback time."

Mobadon sneered and threw a lance of fire at the advancing pair. It seared a melted black spot onto the ground behind them as they leapt aside. Faith rolled forward to come up by his side and swept the blade around her head with the grace of a samurai. It cut through the flesh and bone of his right wrist with surprising ease, causing his severed claw to drop to the floor.

Roaring in agony, he fought back with a burst of magic that erupted like a fireball around the kneeling brunette. She cried out in pain as the force blew her backward. It saved her life, because if she had stayed within the eldritch flames, they would have consumed her.

"You know, you'd think that by now the word would have gotten around that Sunnydale is mine and I'm not one for sharing," complained Buffy as she danced beneath his swinging talon to lay a slice across his belly.

Again the ebony giant bellowed in pain and this time, it affected the focus of his magic more than he could control. Instead of the unavoidable crushing sphere of force that he tried to summon, a disc of shimmering air appeared and flew like a Frisbee at the Slayer. It was deadly enough though, and would have decapitated her if she had not been quick enough to cartwheel sideways.

As she did so, her hand slipped in the spewing blood from his severed wrist and she crashed down in a heap before him. Uttering a command, the demon Lord brought the stone floor to life and it curved up over her arms to hold her down.

Anger and pain burned in his eyes as he loomed over her, "You are going to die, you little bitch!"

Faith landed on his back, one hand grasping his hair for support as she lifted her blade high and plunged it down through his shoulder until it was buried to the hilt in his body.

"Not gonna happen, creep!"

His buck of pain threw her away as he flung his arms wide in agony. Buffy flexed her muscles and cracked the stone that had held her down. It was no longer under the control of his magic and so was easy for her to shatter. Rising before the large demon, she gave him a sly smile, "Guess you were not as all powerful as you liked to think you were. You guys never are."

Her blade danced in silver flashes as she went to work and hacked his wounded arm off at the shoulder. Her next slice opened a three inch deep furrow down his entire chest before she stabbed the whole blade into his face to end things.

As he gurgled and died, Mobadon began to dissolve. His flesh melted into a thick fatty sludge, and surprisingly, so did his swords and belongings.

Faith clasped an arm around Buffy's shoulder, "Damn! I coulda made a fortune fencing some of that jewellery!"

From out of the seething crowd, servant barrelled into the pair. They quickly made it regret it and then started to really take the fight to the demons.

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Veruca hissed in pain as a claw dug deep into her stomach and tore a handful of flesh loose. Yelping, she brought her knee up into the fiend's groin in several hard hits. The creature just slammed into her and drove her backward. Dawn gasped as the two flattened her against the wall, but the demon still could not reach her. Ru saw to that. Regardless of the pain as it sliced at her, she kept her body between the servant and the teenager, fighting back like a spitting Hellcat.

Suddenly, a gritty powder blinded her. Blinking it away, she was shocked to see the demon staggering backward as its face decayed. Tara slipped to her side, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," the She-wolf answered as she cupped her bleeding chest.

"Dawnie?"

"I'm fine. Is Buffy okay?"

Tara flashed her amazingly beautiful smile, "She's working out a little bit of anger. Call it physical therapy."

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The Shepherd narrowed his eyes when he saw what Willow was doing. The coiling energies that she wielded to control the rift snapped and whirled around her whole body, incinerating any demon that tried to get close.

The old man cursed the meddling red-haired Wiccan; the bitch would ruin everything if she closed the gate! An evil little smile danced across his lips when he realised what he could do about that. Settling himself, he chanted a dark prayer and extended his hand toward the portal, making very distinctive gestures.

"Oh, Goddess, no!" whispered Tara when she saw what he was doing. Mouthing a silent prayer to Thespia for luck, she quickly cast her eyes over her clothing. A sigh of relief burst from her when she found what she was looking for. Stuck to her cardigan was a single red hair. Carefully, she plucked it off and began to twist it into the shape of a rune, knotting one end and blowing a long slow breath over it.

"My life to your life, my soul to your soul. Your pain to my pain, your flesh to my flesh!"

"What are you doing!" cried Dawn, picking up on the blonde witch's panic.

"The only thing I can! She has to keep focused until she has closed the rift. If anything disrupts her sealing spell the mystical forces will invert and she will be sucked into the Hell dimension! Without her to stop them, the demons will be able to cross over unhindered."

With a quick glance toward the portal and her girlfriend, Tara turned to Dawn with eyes filled with sorrow and fear.

"Sweetie, promise me you'll tell her that I loved her with all my heart."

"But Tara...!"

"Shh. I have to do it for her. Close your eyes, Dawnie. I don't want you to see this."

Before Willow, a spiral of air swept upward and its unnatural coldness formed ice crystals into a dancing cloud of razor-sharp fragments. At a gesture from the Shepherd, they gusted at the concentrating redhead and blasted her with a deadly force. The smile faded from the old sorcerer's face when he saw it had no affect upon the witch. She stood untouched in the centre of the maelstrom and continued to guide the surging purple energies from the palms of her hand as she narrowed the dimensional gateway.

Across the chamber, Tara shrieked as she was buffeted by an intangible wind and bloody cuts began to appear all over her body, shredding skin and clothing alike. Her squeal rose to screams of agony as hundreds of shallow cuts carved their way through her flesh. Staggering backward, she collapsed down onto her butt as she raised her hands in a vain attempt to protect her face. Slashes and slices streaked in gory stripes all over her as she took her lover's place as the victim of the Shepherd's malevolent spell.

Dawn flinched when she was spattered with warm droplets and stared in horror as the young blonde quickly became almost unrecognisable beneath a sticky coating of her own blood. It matted her hair and poured through the slashed and torn holes in her clothing to turn her into a crimson shape that bucked and writhed with agony. Even as she watched, jagged furrows ripped their way across the brave witch.

"Buffy!" shrieked the horrified teenager. "The Shepherd! Stop the Shepherd!"

The Slayer reacted immediately and unquestioningly to the terror in her sister's voice. Somersaulting over the head of the demon she was fighting, she ran straight at the cultist. Not breaking stride, she ducked one claw and hopped over another before she crashed into him with a tackle that a professional football player would have been proud of. The force of the impact slammed the evil sorcerer into the wall so hard that his breath blasted out and he dropped to a wheezing heap at her feet.

Instantly, the swirling winds around Willow faded to nothing and the ice slivers dropped harmlessly to the floor.

Dawn knelt beside Tara who was curled into a groaning ball on the floor in the middle of a spreading crimson pool. Now that the spell had ended, no more cuts appeared, but she was in a very bad way and had lost a vast amount of blood in such a short time. With tears dripping from her face, the teenager lifted Tara's head onto her lap, cradling it as the witch trembled and coughed bubbles of sticky red fluid.

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A servant leapt upon Faith and they both crashed to the floor. Her Slayer reflexes were fast enough for her to twist beneath it. Before it realised what was happening, she curled her body, planted both feet in its chest and kicked out to send it hurtling away. Its luck got worse when it crashed into a seven foot tall ball of fur that was intent on shredding everything in arms reach.

Willow shuddered with the effort, but finally, she brought the two edges of the portal together. When they met, there was a deafening bang and a bright light traced its way along the length of the rift before it shrank to nothingness. The portal was gone.

Exhaustion made the witch drop to her knees. Gasping for breath, she blinked her eyes back to normal and looked around. Oz was proving to the demons that there was something far more savage than they. His fur was matted with dozens of wounds from their claws and teeth, but he did not even seem to notice as he tore his attackers apart.




Buffy & The Four Ch. 01



NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend; Dawn is now nineteen and Willow and Tara are still together. Although a separate story, this series starts two weeks after the events of Buffy and The Exiled.

This series is dedicated to Jacknife.

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The demon named Gohnarth lifted his skeletal, slimy body from that of the young woman, causing his cock to slide from her pussy, soft now that he had spent his lust inside her. His huge, sickly yellow eyes gazed down at the fear and disgust upon her face and he rejoiced at the distress the act had caused her before standing and walking back across the inch deep pool of slime to his throne of bones.

The girl struggled to regain her breath as she raised her upper body up on her elbows and grimaced at the sticky, foul-smelling mucus that now covered her naked flesh. Her small, pert breasts glistened beneath a coating of dribbling slime as her chest heaved from her exertions.

"Ew!" she whispered, getting to her feet. Using the flat of her hands, she scooped the muck from her body and let it splosh back into the shallow circular pool that stretched ten feet in all directions from the Elder Demon's throne. After she had removed as much of the mess as she could without a shower, she slicked back her sticky hair so that she could look defiantly at the cadaverous fiend.

"Well, that's my half of the bargain completed. Now, where's the power you promised?"

Gohnarth's thin lips peeled back in a grin of pure delight as his black, forked tongue flicked out over his needle-like teeth. The young girl was again struck by what he reminded her of - the Terminator skeleton in the Arnold Swarzenegger films, only covered in a tight, mouldy green skin that constantly oozed a thin, clear slime.

"Relax witch, the pact is sealed. You shall have access to the power you need to exact revenge for the death of your girlfriend. The Hagnas shall operate the Machina Demonica and feed you all the excess magic you require. But remember this, human; when I require my tribute, you will deliver it at once or suffer consequences that are best not considered. Understood?"

The young woman dug her fingernails sharply into her palms to stop her body trembling as she nodded.

"Return to your dimension witch, and wreak destruction upon your enemies with your newly acquired power."

The girl broke into a broad, vicious smile as she glanced over to the huge open bronze doors that led to the device room. Inside, she could just make out the lizard-like Hagna demons scurrying all over the enormous mystic-mechanical machine that would gather magical energy and funnel it to her. 

"Payback time!"

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"Stop right there!" warned Buffy, moving to block the way to the front door.

Dawn skipped down the last couple of stairs and came to a halt, rolling her eyes. "What now?"

"Just what do you think you are doing?" the Slayer said, fixing her sister with a stern look as she folded her arms beneath her breasts.

Slowly, as if explaining to a five year old, Dawn said, "Going out. You know, out. That place that's not in. Out. O... U... T, out."

Bristling, Buffy shook her head, "No way. Not dressed like that you're not!"

"What?!" shrieked the teenager. "Why?"

"Let's start by adding the phrases, 'Hooker wear' and 'not gonna happen', shall we?"

The young girl released a squeal of frustration, "Oh why can't you be normal like other sisters, instead of some control freak with a fun deficiency!"

The Slayer just glared. Undaunted, Dawn continued, "What do you think's gonna happen, anyway? I'll tell you what. I'm gonna go and find a guy that's at least twenty years older than me, strip in front of him and then get him to hump me until I quiver like a jelly!"

"Points for sarcasm Dawnie, but you still ain't leaving the house dressed like that."

"But Buffy!" protested the young girl, petulantly stamping her foot. "It's not that bad! It's sexy!" A brief smile flashed on her lips as she added, "And Faith and Veruca helped me pick it out when we went to the Mall yesterday."

Buffy's mouth opened and closed as she processed that information before she shot an angry glance into the living room. "FAITH!"

After a moment, the brunette Slayer strolled through the archway and stopped to consider the scene, giving a little shrug as she slid her fingers into her jeans pockets. "What's up, Bee?"

Pointing at her little sister, Buffy asked, "What have you got to say about this?"

Faith slowly looked Dawn up and down. The young girl was wearing a tiny black skin-tight miniskirt that barely covered her crotch. Her midriff was completely naked because she had untucked the hem of the white silk blouse she wore and tied it in a knot just underneath her small breasts. To complete the look, she had a slim black ribbon around her throat and her long brown hair was tied back into a ponytail.

Faith grinned and nodded, "Wow, Dawnie! You're lookin' hot, Doll!"

"See?" said the college girl, smiling. "Can I leave, now?"

"No, and a multiple of no! Go and change."

"C'mon, Bee, she's not doin' any harm. Let her go."

"Stay out of this, Faith."

"Hey! You asked my opinion, remember?"

"Yeah, that was when I thought you may have some sense. I guess I should have known that your taste in clothing would only reach as high as off-the-peg-slut!"

"Ooo, that hurts,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “What's the real reason you're so pissed, Bee? Is it because Dawnie came shopping with me, or that we went with Veruca?"

"I don't want her hanging around with that girl. She's a killer, or have you forgotten that fact?"

While the two Slayers were arguing and squaring up to each other, Dawn quietly slid around her sister and slipped out the front door, smiling.

Faith grinned at the anger that came in waves from her girlfriend, "You're jealous!"

"What?"

"You heard. Now, is that because Dawnie treats you like a mom and me like a big sister, or 'cause ya think I've got the hots for Ru?"

For a moment Faith expected Buffy to slug her, but the blonde Slayer just whirled on her heels and disappeared into the front room with a gasp of exasperation.

Standing in the hallway alone, a slow smile of delight spread across the brunette's face. "Okay, so it's both of 'em."

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The bell above the door to the Magic Box clanged as Dawn entered. She glanced around the shop, taking in all the shelves neatly laid out with magical paraphernalia and saw that the place was empty apart from Giles.

The middle-aged Englishman was stood behind the glass counter of the shop, studying something in his hand. As he did so, he hooked his spectacles back onto his face and turned the thing around and around.

"Hey, Giles," Dawn said, as she skipped down the three steps that separated the front half of the store from the lower back half.

"Oh, hello Dawn," he said, slightly distracted.

"What ya got there?"

"Hmm? Oh, it is a Draken root... I think. Or possibly the mummified brain of a Snarg demon."

The young girl's face twitched as she fought back a smile. Giles was so loveable! To the casual observer he was a stuffy, tweed-clad fop who existed solely for his ancient books. This was far from the truth though. As a Watcher, it was his life's work to know as much about the mystical and magical as he could; to study and perfect as many different forms of combat, both armed and unarmed, as possible; and to use all that to guide and protect the Slayer in his charge. There was never any doubt in Dawn's mind that he was the greatest Watcher to have ever lived. Ruggedly handsome, too.

She was a little disappointed that he showed no reaction to her new clothing. Ru and Faith had both sworn that any red-blooded male would go gaga over the outfit when they helped her choose it. Dawn was sure that if those two women knew anything, it was what turned men on; they both had that natural sleaziness that seemed so potent when it came to the male of the species.

Standing a few feet away from the glass counter so that he could take in the full view of how short the skirt was, and how good her slender legs looked, Dawn waited patiently with her hands clasped behind her back.

Eventually, the feeling that he should be doing something other than pondering the root/brain sank through Giles' academic thoughtfulness. He glanced up at the teen and noted she seemed expectant.

Slowly, he realised what she was waiting for and looked her over. She was breathtaking! Dawn had always been slightly gawky, reed thin and angular, but that just gave her the beauty of a girl who had yet to fully blossom into adulthood. Even now, at nineteen, she still seemed to have the same frame and features as when she was changed from the all-powerful dimensional 'key' into the slightly awkward human sister of the Slayer. Maybe it was something interwoven into the spell that created her that had made her hardly alter over the years.

Her slim legs rose from highly polished patent black leather mules, through white ankle socks and up graceful curves to her thighs. Those toned delights were more visible than he ever remembered due to the extreme shortness of her skin-tight black miniskirt. She twisted slightly due to her nervousness, but it was enough for him to get glimpses of the tight curves of her buttocks. Her flat, sculpted belly rose upward, with the cutest of little navels in its centre, before the white silk of her blouse formed a knot just beneath her tiny young breasts.

The blouse was strategically unbuttoned to reveal the most of her shallow cleavage, and her collar was upturned to frame her lovely, swan-like neck. Giles was thrilled by the little black ribbon choker she wore; he had always loved to see the small collars around a girl's throat and though it very sensual.

Dawn's full, pouty lips were drawn back in a huge grin as she watched his open-mouthed, speechless admiration and her huge sky-blue eyes sparkled with joy at the affect she was having.

"Like it?"

"Er... Ahem, yes. Yes, I do," he admitted, sounding a little far away.

"I bought it especially for you," she told him.

"Really? Do you think it will fit?"

She spluttered and giggled; it was so rare for the staid Brit to make jokes that she often forgot that he had a wonderful sense of humour.

"What I meant to say," she chuckled, sexily, "is that I bought it for you... to peel off me."

"You did, did you?" he smiled.

"Ahuh. How about it?"

"What? Here?" he said, surprised, and glanced to the front door of the shop which seemed to him about to open at any second. "We can't, not here."

"Aw! Why? I could put the 'back in five minutes' sign on the door."

He paused and chuckled, "Five minutes?" She grinned back and shrugged suggestively.

Reluctantly, he shook his head. "No, Dawn. We can't I'm afraid. Anya will be back soon. I sent her with this week’s deliveries to the coven near the docks.”

"How soon?" the teen pouted, blinking slowly and seductively.

Giles felt like he was under a spell as he tried to stay in control and act responsibly. "Too soon. We'll do this another time, okay?"

"Huh! That's what you always say! Don't you want to make love to me, Giles? Am I not pretty enough? If it's because I'm a virgin, then I swear it's okay. I want you to do it."

"Of course you're pretty enough. You are beautiful, Dawn. It's just that you should be with a man closer to your own age; I am older than your father, Hank." He frowned as he remembered that it was an illusion that Dawn had the same mother and father as Buffy. The damn spell those monks had cast had been phenomenally powerful!

"If it's because of you and mom..."

"What? No! That was a one off incident when we were under the influence of the Band Candy! I would never... Joyce and I would never..." He felt a sudden pang of loss. There had always been something so comforting about knowing that Buffy had her mother there to help her and guide her through life. Giles was quite competent enough about all the demonic things, but when it came to the everyday normalness of a teenage girl's life, he was lost.

"Then why is it?" Dawn persisted, moving around the counter to stand beside him. She reached out and lightly stroked his chest as he became more and more flustered at her closeness.

"It's not right, that's what. What would Buffy say?"

"Giles, what are you doing fucking my sister?!" she giggled, imitating her sister's voice.

"Ha ha," he deadpanned. "This is serious, though. We both know she would react very badly indeed."

"So we won't tell her."

"Of course not, but secrets have a way of coming out."

Dawn was rubbing her hand over his chest now. Her light touch was smoothing his tweed waistcoat around as she slowly worked her hand lower and lower.

"You see," he continued, struggling to stay focused. "There is not just us to consider in all this... there's... we can't just... You smell lovely," he sighed, completely sidetracked.

She smiled and raised herself up on tiptoe for a quick kiss on his lips even as her hand began to stroke and caress the front of his trousers. Giles closed his eyes and savoured the touch of her lips for a moment and then drew his head back.

She looked up at him with her puppy-dog eyes on full seduction mode. "Please, Giles. Do it quickly if you like; I just want to feel you inside me. I really want it to be you who makes me a woman."

She could feel his cock thicken and lengthen in the confines of his trousers. Her fingers moulded over the fat curve of it and began to stroke back and forth, coaxing him to further arousal.

"Let me suck it for you," she breathed, her words a whisper in his ear. Giles felt his resolve slipping and let one of his hands raise to touch and smooth along her back. When it reached her shoulders, her long ponytail tickled the back of his hand and sent shivers through him.

"I'll just get that big thing out of there before it is too huge to be released," she purred as her nimble fingers slid his zipper down.

He groaned when her small hand reached in through his fly and her slim fingers encircled the shaft of his cock before tugging it free. His semi-erect staff was already hot and eager as her cool hand began to glide up and down it.

"Mmmm, that's nice," she murmured as her fingers were spread slightly further by his thickening. Now almost fully up, his big cock was beautiful for her to see.

"Oh God, Giles!" she sighed. "I want you so bad!"

He swallowed and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her small hand pumping up and down on his mighty weapon. "That is good, Dawn. Do that some more."

Surprised, she happily complied. A clear bead of pre-cum formed a sparkling jewel in the slit on his cock head and she swirled her fingers over it to spread the fluid along his length. He groaned and his hips gave a little twitch to thrust his meat in her grip. Thrilled, she tightened her hold and began to smooth up and down his shaft with a faster and faster rhythm.

"Get nice and hard Giles, then you can shove that monster into my tight, virgin pussy. Think about it; your hot, stiff meat will be the first to claim me. I am yours to fuck and use as you wish. Just say what you want and I will do it for you. Anything, no matter how kinky or how intimate."

While she talked, Giles ran his hand from her back, down to her thighs, and then up under the rear of her miniskirt. The white panties she was wearing were so small and tight that most of her buttocks were still bare, and his fingers caressed the smooth globes with abandon.

"Ooo, yes!" she moaned. Her pleasure at his touch made her increase her wanking speed on his cock and it began to make sloppy slapping noises as her hand flew up and down, getting wetter and wetter with his juice.

Sighing, Giles worked his fingers under the elastic leg of her panties and felt the hot, slick softness of her swollen pussy lips. The young girl's sex was fully aroused and dripping with teenage passion. He worked a thick finger into her slick folds and stroked her innermost flesh, brushing her intact hymen.

"Oh, Giles!" she breathed, rolling her hips on his hand.

Passion overtaking them, they began to kiss fervently as her sweet tongue explored his mouth with the eagerness of youth and she whimpered in delight.

Masturbating each other, they stood behind the glass sales counter in the shop, heedless that the door was not locked and a customer could walk in at any time. The shop was filled with the sounds of their act; wet squelches, gasps, moans and sucking kisses.

Eventually, her tiny hand drove him over the edge and Giles cried out in ecstasy as he thrust in her grip and pumped jet after jet of thick, creamy cum out onto the glass. Dawn groaned and kept pumping her fist as his hot, sticky cum splashed out, before the last few spurts dribbled over her fingers.

He rocked in her tight grip, eyes closed as he trembled from the intensity of the orgasm. Gradually, his racing breathing slowed and he let go of her, his wet fingers pulling from her virgin hole.

"Oh, Dawn," he sighed.

The teen giggled and then stuffed his softening cock back inside his trousers. "Not quite what I had in mind, but it sure was fun!"

Just then, the bell above the shop door rang as Anya stomped in. Like usual, she looked angry about something as she stormed over to the counter. Giles panicked, sure she would see the cooling puddle of cum on the glass counter top, and so quickly lent forward, surrounding the sticky mess with his arms to hide it.

"No tip!" the demoness complained. "Usually Romany gives me ten bucks for taking their spell components over, but today she wasn't there and Lisa didn't give me anything. Is that legal? Can I sue her for loss of income?"

"Er, I don't think so," Giles managed, looking very flustered. "Anya, I think I lost a ten dollar note in the basement earlier, do you think you could find it for me?"

That changed her attitude completely. "You did? Can I keep it if I find it?"

"That only seems fair," he said as she disappeared in the direction of the basement doorway.

"Phew, that was close," he sighed as he stood upright, revealing the evidence of his earlier lust. "I better find a tissue and get this cleaned up."

"Waste not, want not," Dawn said lasciviously, and leant forward. To his utter amazement, and giving him an incredible thrill, the young girl hooked a loose wisp of hair behind her ear to keep it out of the way and began to lap at the white, salty puddle like a kitten.

"Dawn!" he gasped.

She twisted her face slightly toward him, dragged her tongue through the cooling spunk and winked.

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They sat cross-legged and shivering in the darkness of the forest. The moonlight lit their young, naked bodies with a blue haze as they each recited their part of the spell. The coldness of the night had long ago covered their bodies in goose pimples and made the nipples on their small breasts hard enough to be painful.

The youngest kept staring at the centre of the group, where the earth was rippled and split by a narrow fissure that was no longer than her arm. Her pretty features were lined with worry and fear; this place filled her mind with horrible memories of writhing earth and desperate screams. Glancing across at the witch opposite, she heard her voice tremble as she spoke up, "Are you sure we're doing the right thing?"

"Yes."

The lead witch had her hands resting on her knees, with her palms upturned and her bare skin was covered with runic symbols drawn in blood that had now dried to the colour of dark rust. When she opened her eyes, there was nothing but a deep, soulless black.

Speaking a word that none of the other witches had ever heard, she extended her hand forward, palm down, over the small crack. "Come to me. Escape your prison of dead flesh and come to me!"




Buffy & The Four Ch. 01



There was a hissing noise and then a thick black fluid welled up out of the ground.

"Urgh! It looks like oil but smells like a sewer!" the youngest complained.

"That doesn't matter. What does is the fact that through this essence of Hate, I will have my revenge," her leader told her as she scooped the mucus up with a wooden bowl. It seemed to heave and ripple by itself, as if it were alive. "This will infect one after the other of them until they are all under my control."

"Our control, surely," said one of the other girls.

"Yes, of course," the lead witch replied, fixing her with an ice cold stare before offering the bowl of moving black liquid to the two hissing fiends in the shadows. "Come here and fill your venom sacs with this. Then we will see if you were worth the effort to bring you back with me."

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Buffy was spun around and thrust face first into the cold stone of the tomb wall with a hard shove. She let out a surprised gasp and, before she knew it, both her hands were held firmly against the small of her back by an iron grip.

Warm breath panted in her ear as she felt a hand slide around her body and latch onto the buckle of her belt. With a sharp tug, it yanked it open and drew it through the loops of her leather pants with a fast swish.

"No!" she cried, as she struggled to free herself.

The weight of a body slammed into her back between her shoulders and pinned her forward as a kick to the inside of each ankle forced her to widen her stance. The grip tightened on her wrists while the free hand returned to the front of her pants. With a flourish, it unsnapped the buttons and slipped into the warmth. The cold fingers made her gasp again as they slid quickly beneath her lace panties and stroked circles through her soft pussy hair. A teasing finger taunted the sides of her clit and then swooped down to plunge into her hot, juicy cunt.

She heard a little grunt of satisfaction and then felt the invading digit begin to pump in and out of her sex with a needy rhythm. Her slippery flesh betrayed her as it began to ooze more juice to oil the passage for the thrusting finger.

Slowly, her struggles lessened as her body began to take over when her lust was stimulated and reason began to slip away. She jerked slightly under the force of the plunging hand as it moved in the tight confines of her trousers.

"Ohh," she moaned after a few minutes.

The side of her face that was not pressed into the wall was lightly kissed as lips nuzzled their way to her ear lobe. The dangling crescent of flesh was scooped quickly into a mouth and then treated to a pulsing suck that sent shivers of delight through the blonde Slayer. When the sucking stopped, she squirmed in pleasure as a wet tongue thrust into her ear and flickered around its pathways.

She felt a small embarrassment as her pussy made wet noises under the sustained ploughing it was receiving and was sure that it could be heard all the way around the graveyard. That thought did not stop her giving little thrusts with her hips to try and sink the fingers deeper.

"You like that, don't you, Girly-girl?"

Buffy was silent, letting the pleasure from the thrusting fingers override her senses. The whispering voice returned to melt into her ear, "I asked you if you like that. Answer me."

"Yes. Yes, I like that," the Slayer confessed as her pussy juice confirmed her admission.

"Good girl. Would you like my tongue to replace my fingers?"

A delicate swirl of the fingers inside her and then out and around her clit made Buffy's knees weak. "Oh yes! I want you to taste me!"

She heard the quiet chuckle of delight at her neediness and then once more the mouth worked hungrily at her ear. Her panties were now soaked and still the fingers moved in her slippery sex.

"Oh that's nice," she breathed, dreamily.

Suddenly she was roughly pulled from the tomb and spun around. Her gasp was swallowed as a mouth covered hers and a tongue thrust deep. They kissed urgently and with passion, teeth nipping at each others lips in their desire. Finally they broke apart, gasping for air.

"Ready to fuck now?" Faith asked.

"Do you have to be so coarse about it?" Buffy complained, half-heartedly.

"Yep."

"All the time?"

"Yep and you love that about me."

"Weeeelll, yeah. But can't you be a little romantic once in awhile?"

"Romantic? Bee, look around you, we're in a graveyard. Why? Because you don't want your friends to know that you've got into the girl thing. Anyway, you dig my rough edges; you need a little badness in your Honeys don't you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Faith sighed. "Are we going to fuck or fight?"

Buffy pushed her away and began to fumble with her belt as she started to fasten it, "Neither."

"Oh, come on!" Faith groaned, exasperated. She looked angry for a moment and then a smile spread over her face. She lifted her hand to her nose and made a show of sniffing her glistening fingers. "Mmmm," she hummed before slipping them into her mouth and suggestively sucking them.

Buffy looked both shocked and disbelieving before breaking out into a giggle. "Slut."

"Yep. And then some. Want a taste?"

There was a pause and then the blonde Slayer laughed and shook her head as she unfastened her belt again, "You're a pain in the ass, Faith."

"Oooo. Should I lick that better, too?"

Buffy blushed deeply at the offer. She would never admit that it was something she liked and tried hard to make Faith believe it was something she only did and received to please her. She felt ashamed to enjoy something so blatantly dirty and kinky.

Faith shrugged off her denim jacket and motioned with her head toward a flat tomb that was almost table like. "On there, Bee. Take those leather pants off first; I want to eat your cunt."

Obediently, Buffy did as asked and slipped her trousers off after removing her stylish boots. The coolness of the night air was pleasant on her hot flesh. Her small pink lacy panties were so soaked in her excitement that they clung to her pussylips and felt slick as she slid onto the grave and supported her upper body by stretching her hands out behind herself.

Faith paused to admire Buffy's legs. She let her ravenous gaze slide from ankle to knee to inner thigh. A smile twitched her lips when she saw that her girlfriend was wearing the panties that she had bought for her and liked so much. Their gusset was sparkling in the moonlight.

"Wet Babe?"

Buffy didn't answer; only spread her legs further for her lover. This was their relationship. She was always 'the good one' and Faith was born to her role as 'the bad girl'. Faith was wearing a red vest and her arms were bare; the curled tattoo on her upper right arm seeming to stand out in the blue moonlight.

Sexily, she slid closer to her girlfriend. With a feather-light touch, she stroked a hand up from Buffy's ankle, along her leg. Her fingers grazed over the knee and caressed the flesh of her thigh. All the time, the two young women stared deep into each others eyes.

There was no-one in the world like these two. They had a bond far stronger than that shared by most other people because only they knew what it was to be Chosen. It was only the second time in history that there had been two Slayers at one time. Until Buffy, there was always destined to be only one; but Buffy had been drowned by the ancient vampire known as the Master and her death had activated the next Slayer - Kendra. However, Xander and Angel had found Buffy and revived her with CPR and so for the first time in history there were two Slayers. Buffy had twice met the lovely Kendra, and it had been in Sunnydale high school's library that Kendra had been slain by Spike's girlfriend Drusilla whilst trying to protect the Scoobies during Buffy's absence. The death of Kendra had activated the next Slayer in line, Faith.

There were also differences between the two Slayers though. While Buffy only reluctantly accepted her role as humanity's guardian, Faith savoured it and saw herself as far better than the average human. This was a sore point and it often caused conflict between the two lovers.

Faith looked down at her fingers as they stroked the soft skin of Buffy's inner thigh. She smiled as she plucked at the lacy trim around the edge of the panties.

"These were money well spent," she murmured.

"You mean you paid for them with your own cash?" Buffy teased.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Faith, you do have a tendency to liberate valuables after we have clean out vamp nests."

"So? It's not stealing, is it?"

"Isn't it?"

Biting back the rest of the argument because they had covered this ground a dozen times before, Faith slid her hand across the front of the panties. Underneath her fingers, the silk was warmed by Buffy's skin and it felt good and slick. There was an undeniable wet patch where her fingers had drawn out the moisture from her lover's pussy.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," Buffy purred.

"Don't it just, babe."

Tracing the hidden slit of her sex, Faith rubbed circles around the sweet spot of her girlfriend's clit.

"Kiss it," Buffy urged.

"Cheap slut."

"Ahuh. Me and you both."

"Ain't that the truth."

Lifting her fingers from the gusset of the panties, Faith pushed them into Buffy's mouth. For a second, the blonde playfully resisted, but then took them in and sucked.

"I wonder what Giles would say if he knew what we got up to?" Faith said, moving closer so that her breasts were just an inch from Buffy's.

"You better not say anything, Faith. We've already discussed this."

"No, you told me how it was going to be and I had to go along with it. Why are you so set against them finding out about us? It can't be the girl thing, because everybody is fine with Willow and Tara."

"That's Willow and Tara. We're different. They expect more from us."

"Huh? Buffy..."

"Shush. If you want to do this, do it. If you don't, then there is patrolling to be done."

"Fine. I'll drop it, for now. But this isn't the last of it, Bee."

To end the debate Buffy reached up, tangled a hand in the long brown curls at the back of Faith's head, and pulled her down for a long, deep kiss. It turned into hungry, passionate kisses and both girls relished them.

With deft strokes, Buffy licked at Faith's tongue, swirling inside her mouth. The brunette suddenly locked her lips around the tongue and sucked up and down it as if it were a little cock. Buffy gasped and her eyes went wide, but she kept thrusting her stiff tongue between her girlfriend's lips, loving the feeling.

Faith sucked at it, sliding her mouth up and down, suckling eagerly. The taste was so sweet! Finally, she let go and the two young girls panted as they looked into each others sparkling eyes.

"Where did you learn a trick like that?" Buffy purred.

Faith didn't answer, only pushed her girlfriend backward on the tomb and spread her knees wide. With a lustful sneer, she dipped her head and locked her lips onto the soft flesh of Buff's inner thigh, sucking hard and long to draw out a love bite that marked her territory.

"Oh!" Buffy murmured.

Eventually, Faith drew back to look at her brand. She grinned at the bruise and then began to lick and lap at it. Because they were Slayers bruises healed fast and the mark wouldn't be there by tomorrow, but it didn't matter. Gradually, she worked her kisses up the thigh toward her girlfriend's sex. When she reached it, her fingers drew the sodden pink lace aside and her mouth plunged onto the eager cunt.

"Oh God!" Buffy gasped, letting her head fall back as her blonde curls spilled over the far edge of the tombstone.

Faith was ravenous and squirmed her tongue deep into the glistening wet folds. Soft, hot flesh surrounded her probing and her lips became coated in sparkling girl juice. The taste and scent was rich and heady and she loved it!

"Mmmm, honey from the Bee," she purred, which earned a silly giggle from Buffy.

Swirling her tongue deep in the silken passage, Faith stroked her hands back and forth along Buffy's thighs as she fed. The caresses were light and sensual, driving the blonde to shivers of delight.

Lashing her tongue around the entrance to Buffy's pussy, Faith then traced it up the length of her slit and flicked rapidly around the swollen clit. Buffy gasped and arched her back, wrapping her fingers in Faith's brown locks and pulling her face against her tingling flesh.

"Oh yeah!" she gasped. "Ahuh, just there... Oh. Ahhh. Oh!"

Forming a circle around the clit with her lips, Faith sucked and pulsed, her tongue dancing in light flicks across the excited button. While her mouth worked, she slid two stiff fingers as deep as she could into her girlfriend's wet sheath. She began to twist and pump them hard and fast, making Buffy quiver and buck her hips in pleasure. When her fingertips were at the very depths of each plunge, she twisted her hand in a corkscrew motion so that she grazed over the rippled G-spot and got her face humped in ecstasy.

For a long time, the brunette mercilessly worked, teased and pleasured her lover. Buffy became a quivering jelly of electric nerve-endings and loud panting. Finally, when she sensed the blonde was right on the crest of orgasm, Faith rolled the girl over and quickly parted her buttocks to duck her face into them. Buffy squealed as she felt a tongue lap from her clit, up her sticky slit, over her gaping pussy hole and plunge into her asshole.

Faith's stiff tongue worked deep and squirmed around, causing the older Slayer to buck against her face, arch her back and fling her head up in a cry of unrestrained ecstasy.

Ramming her fingers back into Buffy's cunt, she felt the velvet inner walls heave and roll, rippling along their length as orgasm burst.

Fireworks exploded in Buffy and for an instant she was floating in a sea of dancing delight and red flashes as she went rigid and quivered like a leaf. Her breath caught and she held it for the longest time, trying to keep the crest of passion in place. Eventually, she let out a sated sigh and sagged weakly to the gravestone, her face pressing into the cool stone and damp moss.

"Oh my," she whispered, slowly regaining the feel of her body. She realised the Faith was still lapping gently at her butt hole, her fingers tenderly caressing the opening of her pussy.

"Good, Bee?"

"Yes."

"Want more?"

"What?"

"How about this?"

As the brunette spoke, Buffy felt the girl use her finger and thumb to spread the petals of her sex wide and something thick and hard push its way inside.

"Hunh?" she gasped, twisting her upper body to see what it was that Faith was inserting. It was the brunette's stake.

The thick round wood was one that Xander had carved and was perfectly cylindrical and extremely smooth. Faith had reversed it so the sharp point was aimed away and then stuffed the thick end into the dripping cunthole.

"Faith!"

"Aw, c'mon, Bee! You know you like it. Remember when I stole Willow's candle and pushed it up your..."

"Yeah, but that was at home. We're done here."

Faith took no notice and was gradually building up rhythm as she fucked the phallic wooden stake in and out of Buffy's juicy flesh. Although she was protesting, the blonde was still tingling from her orgasm and the thick hard shaft felt so good in her pussy. Sighing, she lowered her face back to the gravestone and let her lover fuck her.

Faith still had her finger and thumb from her left hand spreading Buffy's cheeks wide so that she got an unrestricted view of the wooden shaft disappearing in and out of the pink swollen cunt folds. Clear pussy juice sparkled in the moonlight as the shaft got wetter and wetter with each deep thrust.

Soon, the Slayer's hips were circling and returning the thrusts as she grunted and gasped. Faith ducked her head and began to lap and lick at her girlfriend's asshole once more.

The delight of that feeling, coupled with the wonderfully urgent thrusting and added to the fact that her body was on sexual fire already, drove Buffy to her second climax quickly. She groaned, twitched and spasmed as her excitement burst and her pussy went convulsing and spasming into heaven again. The pleasure was so intense that she went weak and limp for a long while, barely conscious of her surroundings.

When she finally gathered her senses, she focused on Faith's grinning face. The brunette had hopped up onto the grave beside her and was wiping her glistening lips on the back of her hand.

"Enjoy that, Babe?"

Buffy slowly stood up and pulled up her trousers and panties. A wry smile formed on her lips as she grinned. "Yeah," she nodded, fastening her belt buckle and straightening out her clothing.

Faith gave a very dirty chuckle, "Now, let's continue our patrol and find something to stomp."

"Sounds like a plan," Buffy agreed, glancing around the cemetery. "Although, I am pretty sure that there are no uglybugglies here."

Faith leered and bumped her girlfriend with a swing of her hips, "If there were, they sure got a good show, didn't they? How about we try downtown?"

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Giles' face contorted in disgust, "Dear Lord! It's ghastly! Look at them! Those rictus grins frozen on their faces; the skull caps; that horrible metal thing on their noses! Not to mention the unsettling way that they keep bobbing up and down!"

Xander cast a sideways glance along the couch at the Watcher. "You really don't like synchronised swimming then, huh?" he commented, using the remote control to change channels.

Anya was sat on the floor between Xander's knees, with one arm draped over his leg and her cheek resting on his thigh as they watched the television. "You know, the sport is based on a ritual to appease a demon that lived in a lake near a village in Scotland," she informed them.

"Really? I didn't know that," Giles said, sitting forward with interest.

"Oh, yes. The young women of the village would swim out and perform a water dance once a month to entertain the demon so that it did not get bored and sneak onto land to eat the children."

"What sort of demon was it?"

"A Salinas demon."

"But a Salinas demon dissolves if it so much as touches water! It is a well known method for killing them." The Englishman saw her beaming a big grin and deflated. "Ah, you're making it up just to poke fun at me."

"Of course," she nodded happily, turning back to the television. "It was really a Water Kelpie."

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The red and green neon sign above the tavern doorway illuminated the seedy side street with an eerie blend of colours. An ambulance siren sounded in the distance and muffled the screech as the vampire exploded into dust as Buffy pulled her stake back and twirled it like a gunslinger. Faith patted the dust from her jacket as she began to walk back from the end of the dingy side street where she had taken out a vamp of her own.

Buffy struck a pose and imitated the voice of the male vampire she had just dusted, "This is the last night of your lives, Slayers!" She rolled her eyes and shrugged, "Like, original much? Can't these guys come up with some snappy repartee for a change?"

"I don't really care what they say, Bee. I just like to punch the smile off their faces. Oooff!"

A large reptilian shape leapt from the end of the alleyway, striking Faith hard and both went down in a heap. Buffy had only just started to cover the twenty feet between them when she too was struck by a leaping demon. Sharp teeth were snapping at her throat and only her enhanced reaction speed enabled her to block their descent with her hand. The fangs punched deep into her palm as they both crashed to the ground, the Slayer on her back and the demon landing on her belly.

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"Giles?"

"Yes Dawn?"

"Could you reach something down from the cupboard for me?" The teenager had a deliberately innocent look on her face as she stood with her hands clasped behind her back, coquettishly. The Englishman looked from her to Xander and Anya who seemed more interested in the soap opera that had just started.




Buffy & The Four Ch. 01



"Uhm, yes, of course," he said, rising from his seat on the sofa and following the young girl into the kitchen. She was now wearing tight jeans, Willow's black cat tee-shirt and her long brown hair cascaded down her back in a glossy wave.

When she turned to look up at the handsome Watcher, he smiled down at her and slipped his hands onto her small waist. "I take it that this subterfuge was designed to facilitate our solitude so that you could slake your youthful lusts?"

"Is that the stuffy British way of saying it was an excuse to get you alone and kiss you?" she giggled, as her sky blue eyes met his. Not waiting for an answer, her lips parted as she raised herself on tiptoe to meet his mouth on the way down.

She tasted sweet and fresh as her tongue squirmed around his. While their lips brushed together, his hands roamed up and down her slender back while hers clasped firmly around the nape of his neck.

In-between dipping for more quick kisses, Giles whispered, "We shouldn't be doing this here. There is far too much chance of us being caught."

"I know," she murmured. "Thrilling isn't it?"

He wasn't so sure about that. If any of the Scoobies caught them and word got back to Buffy things would change in a way he didn't want them to. Dawn seemed oblivious of his reticence though as she licked at his lips, "If Anya hadn't come back when she did, you would have gotten the most wonderful time of your life. Did you like the skirt?"

He got a pulse of desire in his trousers as he remembered just how sexy, how provocative, she had looked in that little miniskirt. "Y... yes, I did. Are you going to wear it again?"

Her hands slid in his short hair as her breath mingled with his, "I might."

Reluctantly he let common sense rule and pulled away after one last kiss. "Why don't you go up and keep Tara company? I am sure she must be fed up with sitting in bed all day, even though she needs the rest to recover from her injuries."

"Okay," the young girl said with a fetching pout. When she turned to leave, he gave her a quick slap on the butt that earned him a little yelp and a shocked glance from her captivating eyes. He winked back as she flounced out of the room with a sassy smile.

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The lizard-like demon leapt back in pain as the stake plunged into its slimy chest. Spinning around, it sprang off the fallen Slayer and jumped thirty feet upward to cling to the side wall of the tavern. Like Spiderman, it crawled up the vertical surface and slithered onto the roof, heading for the far side of the building.

Buffy curled her legs above her head and then snapped herself up to her feet in a quick flick and charged through the neon-lit doorway into the smokey room beyond. The bar was like most dives and only had a couple of heavy drinking patrons in it at this late hour who were barely paying attention to the aged stripper who was half-heartedly gyrating on stage.

"Is there a back door to this joint?"

The young man behind the gin-soaked counter nodded and indicated a door that was partially hidden by shelving; it was a common question amongst the tavern's dubious clientele. The Slayer hurried forward and disappeared through the exit.

Behind the sleazy bar, there was a narrow alleyway. Glancing up into the darkness, she saw a large dark green blur flit across the gap. "Great," she complained, leaping for a hanging fire escape ladder. Snagging hold of it, she curled her moving body around the lower rung with the grace of a gymnast and rapidly began to climb upward.

At the top, she peered over the edge, expecting a talon to swipe for her immediately. It didn't come. The overgrown humanoid lizard was crouched on the far corner of the roof, intently staring down into the almost empty street below. Its luminous yellow eyes focused on its mate as it fought with the second Slayer.

Faith had the breath blasted from her body when she ducked a vicious claw but was too slow to dodge the swinging tail that followed. The thing had a similar effect to a blow from a charging rhino. Like a rag doll, the brunette flew a full thirty feet before hitting the side of a seven eleven with a very audible thump and dropping to the ground. As the victorious demon scuttled forward to finish its job, its mate let out an eerie shriek that drew its attention. Looking up across the road to the rooftop, the demon bobbed its head in answer and took off down the road at a blistering gallop.

Groaning, Faith clasped her bruised stomach and rolled onto her back struggling for breath. Why had the thing not closed for the kill?

Silently, Buffy covered the distance across the rooftop to the Lizard demon. Maybe it had some form of super hearing, or perhaps could either smell or sense her, but it turned and hissed in her direction. Lunging for the creature, the Slayer had to flail to a quick halt to stop herself following it over the edge of the building. The demon just crawled head first down the wall with the same ease that it had climbed up the first one. When it reached the road, it shrieked and then rushed off in the same direction as its mate.

"Fine," Buffy complained, putting both hands on her hips. "Run away now, but this isn't over."

Wincing, she held up her hand and looked at the row of punctures. Her noses wrinkled at the thick, oily, foul-smelling black drool that coated her hand. As she watched, it seemed to draw itself over her hand and was sucked down into the wounds. She knew that she should be very worried about that, but for some reason she was totally unconcerned. After all, what harm could a bit of demon drool do?

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"You okay, slugger?" she asked, extending a hand down to Faith because the brunette still lay upon her back in the gutter. "Interesting technique you used, seeing if you could smash its tail in with your ribs."

Grasping the offered hand and pulling herself to her feet, Faith grinned ruefully at her girlfriend, "Hey, you fight your way, I'll fight mine. I was just lulling Iguana-face into a false sense of security before I knocked its teeth out."

Reaching up and tenderly hooking some of Faith's hair behind her ear, Buffy smiled, "You do tend to have a much more physical approach to Slaying than I do. In my book, the less they hit you the better."

Clapping a hand to her forehead, the brunette groaned, "That's where I'm going wrong!"

Entwining their fingers together, the two Chosen began to amble in the direction of Buffy's home. The blonde squeezed her girlfriend's hand a little, "We'll get the gang to hit the books and see if we can figure out what type of demons ugly and uglier were."

Faith pulled a face, "I hate research. I'm no good at it."

"No, but you have other skills."

"Ain't that the truth."

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"They could have been Belkas but I doubt it," Giles mused as the two Slayers described the monsters they had just fought. "They tend to extrude razor sharp spines down their backs when in combat."

"Well these guys must have ticked the 'no spines' box on their wanna-be-a demon application form. They did have thick scales there, but much more like the ones down the back of a crocodile," Buffy helped.

"Hmm," the ex-librarian mused.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say they were definitely demons," Faith said, deadpan. Her carefully held blank look broadened into a huge smile at the slightly disapproving looks Buffy and Giles turned on her simultaneously.

"Quite," the Watcher said after a moment. He turned to Xander who was sat on the far end of the sofa with Anya on his lap. "You two dig out the demonic reference texts we have here and see what you can find. Faith, you... er... rest while I see to Buffy's wound."

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Five minutes later, Willow walked into the dining room and saw that Xander and Anya were already deep in the books.

"Hey guys. What's the five one one?"

Xander gave a little embarrassed smile. "Hey, Will. You may wanna brush up a bit on the street slang."

"Oh," she said with a crestfallen look. "Then what's the E. S. P?"

"Nearly." Upbeat he added, "We're trying to find out what Buff's Lizardmen are really called."

"Not having any success, huh?"

"Nah. Still, we may just get lucky and find a page that says 'This is the beastie you are looking for' in big bold letters."

"Don't tell me you believe in miracles, too."

"Anything is possible. Hey, give enough monkeys enough time and enough typewriters and they'll eventually type up the complete works of Shakespeare," he told her, sage-like.

"Yeah, and give Faith enough time and enough fingers to count on, and she'll eventually add two plus two!" she quipped right back. The horrified expression on Xander and Anya's face made the redhead wince. "Annnnd she's standing right behind me, isn't she?"

They gave quick little nods.

"Poop."

Slowly, the young witch turned around to look at the angry brunette. "Ah, hi Faith. I was just talking about you..."

The Slayer moved to stand nose to nose with Willow and hissed, "Yeah, I heard. Two plus two, right?"

As the Wiccan gave a hesitant nod, Faith shot her hand out and struck Willow on her shoulder, knocking her off her feet and onto her butt. For a second the angry Slayer stared defiantly down at the witch before she turned around and stalked out.

Willow let her lip drop into a little pout and mumbled, "There's no need to get mad just 'cause you don't know the answer!"

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Buffy sagged back on the couch as he dabbed antiseptic onto the bite mark on her hand, "It's just a scratch Giles, stop fussing."

"I'm not fussing," he protested in his mother-hen tone. "Demons have all sorts of toxins and venoms in their fangs, saliva and such. I'm just being careful." Rolling her eyes, she let him hold her hand as he reached for the sticking plaster.

Faith stalked into the room and dropped down beside her with an angry pout on her face and her arms folded tightly across her breasts. "How much trouble would I be in if I slayed a witch?" she groused at the Watcher.

Pausing his nurse routine, he thoughtfully considered it. "Well, it does depend upon the circumstances. Buffy did slay Amy's mother, in a round about way. Why do you ask?"

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The Hagna demons bobbed and hissed in the shadows. They were normally quite fearless but both knew there was something different about these females. After all, the leader of them had lain with the Lord Gohnarth and that alone earned her the right to command the Hagnas in anyway she saw fit; even to order their deaths if she wished. The girls, now dressed in their usual black Goth clothing, stood in a rough semi-circle before them. Their leader was pacing back and forth with an angry scowl on her face. After several tense moments, she turned to the two creatures, "You are sure that you infected one of the Slayers with the essence?"

"Yeths, Mistreth, the golden-hair."

"Did the essence consume her?"

"Not yet, Mistreth."

"Why not?"

"She is a strong one, Mistreth." The demon bent low so that it had to look up at the young witch from about her waist height, in its species' position of subservience. "It iths in her body now though, and will thurely take her thoon."

"You'd better hope it does. Now go and keep watch on her."

Both demons bowed and scampered from the coven's presence, eager to be away from the deadly menace of their magic.

"Do you think something has gone wrong?" asked the youngest witch.

"No. The Hagna is right; Buffy Summers is the Chosen and so it will take a little longer than normal to turn her, but it will. When it does, she will only wish to serve us and spread the essence to everybody around her."

The four young women looked from one to another as smiles slowly spread over their beautiful faces. The lead witch clenched her fist, "And if that bitch Willow thinks her magic is stronger than ours this time, she is in for a rude awakening. This time, thanks to Gohnarth's Machina Demonica, I have far more power than she has. This time, she will bow before The Daughters of Gaia!"

The sheer joy of the power she now wielded shone in Ruth's eyes until Jody said, "Hey, can I copy your notes from Chem class? I'm dreading the test."

"The test is in Chem class? I though we were doing one in Algebra?" Kim frowned.

"That's next week, dingbat," Mary chided. "This week it's the Chem test."

Ruth sagged; "Now I know why the wicked witch of Oz worked alone."

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"No luck on our scaly spidermen then?" Buffy asked as she wandered into the dining room and sat in one of the free chairs at the table. Willow and Xander shot her apologetic shrugs, but Anya turned a slightly angry face to her.

"Spidermen?! Spidermen?! I've spent the last two hours looking for lizardmen!"

Xander, used to his girlfriend's abruptness, leant over and laid a comforting hand upon her wrist. "Relax, Honey. It's a pop culture reference. Buffy called them spidermen because of the way she says one crawled up and down walls."

"Oh," said the demoness, hardly placated at all.

Buffy smiled at her tired friends, "Okay, you guys have been hitting the books for a while now, how about you take a break for an hour?"

"An hour?" Anya said, a happy tone back in her voice. "That gives us time to play some monopoly!"

"NO!" everybody chorused at once.

She sagged and pouted slightly, "How about the game of life then? That has money in it."

"Ahn, I think if we are going to play some sort of game for a break, then it should be something the others enjoy, too."

"Why?"

Climbing out of her chair, Buffy smiled at the banter of her friends. Even after all the terrors and horrors they had experienced, they still managed to retain a joy for simple pleasures and light-hearted fun.

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Giles was sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, cup of tea at his lips and a large tome open before him. He seemed deeply engrossed in the ancient book and at first didn't notice Buffy enter.

"Does the hero ride off on a white charger with his girl at the end?"

"Hmm?" The Englishman slowly dragged his attention from the book and focused it on the young blonde. "Oh. Yes, uhm, quite. You know, this is a very interesting account by Zachariah Thomas of an infestation of Gok'nar demons in the late middle ages."

"Gachnar? Wasn't he that little guy I squished with my foot?"

"What? Oh, er... yes, but these were Gok'nar. They are reptilian in nature and may be closely related to your mystery attackers. I think I have a book at home that may list their sub-species." Carefully closing the large leather bound book and slipping it under his arm, he started for the front door. "Do you think you will be okay if I go and follow this lead? Can you manage without me?"

Patting his arm as he went by, Buffy grinned. "Somehow."

When he was gone, she climbed onto the stool he had been sitting on, folded her arms on the breakfast counter and rested her head on them. It felt like it had only been a moment, but had probably been a lot longer, when she jerked up out of sleep with a hiss of pain. Looking at her bandaged hand, she frowned as she flexed her fingers. The damn thing was stinging like Hell!

Suddenly, she felt far too hot and rushed out into the garden to get a breath of cool air. Gasping, she paced back and forth on the grass, clenching her injured fist as her whole arm tingled. The pins and needles feeling spread out along her shoulder and up to her head making her feel dizzy and light-headed for a moment.

There was a rustle in the foliage both to her left and her right. Slowly, the two Hagna demons raised themselves into sight, hissing and baring their fangs as they did so. Buffy's eyes narrowed as she looked from one to the other.

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The board and pieces scattered across the room as Faith angrily slapped it away. "It wasn't fair! There were no questions on any of my areas of expertise!"

Willow rolled her eyes. "Well duh! They don't make Trivial Pursuit with a category on decapitation or how to give blow jobs to six drunken bikers in an alleyway."

"You're gonna get a smack in a minute, Red."

Anya perked up, "Xander likes to give me a smack. Several in fact. Usually when we are playing naughty schoolgirl and..."

"Ahn, please!" he cried. "Less of the detail, if you don't mind."

"What detail? I didn't tell them about either the maple syrup or the handcuffs!"

"Anya!"

"Fine!" she pouted, leaning back on the sofa and angrily folding her arms. "When you do it, it's banter. When I do it, it's sharing too much!"

"Honey..." he tried.

"Oh, don't you Honey me! Every time I try to fit in with your stupid friends you pick on me and say I'm doing it wrong! You don't like me talking to Faith because you think we'll compare notes on your sexual performance, and you don't like me talking to Willow because she's your 'special' friend. And why is that? She's just a girl with red hair who talks funny. It's not as if you can get all sweaty with her anymore; she throws for the opposition now."

"That's 'bats for the other team'," Xander corrected before he could help himself.

"Er, hello?" said Willow. "I'm sitting right here."

"Yes, you are. Isn't that the problem?" Anya shot. "Don't you want to go up and check on your girlfriend? And you Faith, isn't there at least one man in this town that you haven't slept with? Don't you think you'd better hurry up before he gets away?"

The Slayer leant forward to peer around Xander at her. "What is it with you girls tonight? Are you queuing up for a slap?"

"Easy, easy! Calm down!" Xander begged, not fancying getting in the middle of a three-way fight between a Slayer, a powerful witch and a demon that had spent a thousand years killing and maiming. "Ahn, why don't you go and see how Dawnie and Tara are? Willow, how about you and I hit the books again? I am sure we'll find out what those demons were soon. And Faith..." He turned to look at her and found himself eye to eye with a seething Slayer that needed to vent a little anger. "Er... you don't hit anybody. Okay?"

Grumpily, Anya relented and headed for the stairs to do as suggested. Willow stuck her bottom lip out in a pout before sighing, "Why do you put up with her, Xander?"

"C'mon Will, she's not that bad really. Just different. You don't get rid of eleven hundred years of attitude over night, do you?"

"I suppose," the Wiccan mumbled, her voice hitting that deeper note it sometimes did. Nodding together, the two life-long friends began to pick up all the multicoloured triangles that Faith had sent flying when she knocked over the board. The Slayer very helpfully sipped at her beer and watched.

It took several minutes of hunting, but eventually all the pieces were accounted for. While Xander put the box away in the cabinet, Willow headed for the kitchen. "I'll get back to the research just as soon as I've gotten a drink of milk."

Xander turned to Faith, plastered on what he hoped was a friendly smile and gestured at the dining room with his thumb, "If anybody needs me I'll be in the other room with the books."

As he disappeared, Faith leant back and put her legs up on the sofa, "If anybody needs YOU, all the demons in Hell will be busy learning to ice skate."

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Stretching to ease the kinks in her back from the long time spent sitting on the floor, Willow walked into the kitchen. She hadn't even reached the refrigerator when she saw the back door wide open and heard Buffy's shout, "Willow! I need your mojo!"

The red-haired witch reacted instantly to the call for help from her friend. Dashing through the kitchen, she raced out onto the back decking in time to see Buffy cartwheel away from a slicing talon.

The Slayer backflipped three times as the two demons chased her across the lawn, claws slashing wildly. Finally, she boosted herself into a somersault and landed neatly behind Willow's right shoulder. The Wiccan raised a hand and the two fiends were repulsed by a shimmering wall of force.




Buffy & The Four Ch. 02



NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend; Dawn is now nineteen and Willow and Tara are still together. Although a separate story, this series starts two weeks after the events of Buffy and The Exiled.

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Sitting propped up on pillows, Tara was enduring a very special form of torment. Anya was trying in her own way to cheer the injured girl up. The Vengeance demon had been sitting on the edge of the bed but was now pacing restlessly around the room, her face wrinkling in disgust at the sight of all the fluffy animals.

"What's this supposed to be?" she asked, gingerly picking up an amorphous white ball of fur.

"It's Mister Fluffyball," the witch explained, receiving sympathetic glances from Dawn, who was sat cross-legged on the bottom of the bed.

"Oh. But what is it?"

"He's just a round thing to cuddle. It feels nice, try it."

Looking like she would rather cuddle a slime demon, Anya dropped the soft toy back amongst all the others on the overcrowded chair. Seeking safer pastures, the thousand year old demon began opening drawers and rooting through them.

Dawn frowned at her, "Er... Anya that's rude. There could be private things in there that Willow and Tara don't want you to see."

"Oh, pish!" the demon said, waving the teenager's concerns aside with a sweeping hand. "What could possibly be too private for a friend to see?"

Noticing the scarlet cheeks of the heavily bandaged young witch, Dawn tried again. "You know... ah... magical stuff."

"What's this?" Anya asked, holding up a translucent pink shaft several inches long that had two little floppy protrusions on it.

Tara turned crimson. "I..I..I th..think you sh..should put it back. That's W..Willow's."

"Oh. What is it?"

"It's c..called a Rampant Rabbit."

Anya shrieked, dropped it and fled the room.

"Wow! She really is phobic about bunnies," Dawn sniggered.

Tara's tiny smile suddenly switched to a gasp of pain and she bucked wildly in the bed. The cry blasted so loudly in her mind that it blotted every other bit of consciousness from her. "TARA!!"

Willow was in great danger!

Snatching hold of Dawn's wrist, the frightened young witch hissed, "Quick, warn Buffy and Faith! Something has happened to Willow!"

Obeying, Dawn scrambled from the comfy bed and shot down the hallway.

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Xander heard Dawn pounding down the stairs, calling for her sister as she did so. He leapt from his chair and rushed to see what the matter was.

"Buffy!" Dawn called, shooting from the bottom step and dashing into the front room.

Faith sprang to her feet as the teenager, quickly followed by Xander, skidded to a halt. "What is it?"

"Tara says something bad has happened to Willow. Where's Buffy?"

Faith didn't wait to answer and dashed through into the kitchen. It was empty, but the back door was wide open. The brunette Slayer ran out onto the back decking, followed by Dawn and Xander. Buffy was sat at the picnic table chatting to Willow and they both looked surprised to see their friends appear.

"You okay?" Faith asked.

"Sure. Why wouldn't we be?" Buffy replied.

Dawn looked puzzled. "But Tara said that something bad had happened to Willow."

The Wiccan shook her head. "I'm fine, Dawnie. Tara must still be a little woozy from what the Shepherd did to her. A trauma like that will affect her mystic senses, kinda like hallucinations. She told me last night that Giles was a vampire and Xander was a troll." She shook her head sadly, "It's a shame but she will get back to normal soon, you'll see."

Anya walked out into the back garden. "What was all the shouting about? Can't a girl hide from rabbits in the bathroom... I mean, ah... er, can't a girl use the bathroom without all the noise?"

Seeing the Vengeance demon, Buffy gave a tiny nod to Willow. The witch acknowledged and called, "Anya! Can you do me a favour, please?"

"What?" asked the blonde, looking like she suddenly wished she had stayed inside.

"I need some dried foxglove that was picked at midnight to mix into an ointment for Tara's scars. You have some at the Magic Box, don't you? Could you teleport there and get it for me, please?"

The 'no' died on Anya's lips when she saw the look Xander was giving her. "Oh, very well," she sighed and disappeared in a swirl of air.

"You sure you're okay, Bee?" Faith asked, looking suspicious.

"Fine. Wanna patrol if the guys haven't come up with anything in the next half hour?"

"Why not? If lizard-breath thinks I'll fall for his tail swipe this time, he's gonna be surprised."

When the friends had all retreated back indoors, Buffy grinned at Willow, "I think it's Anya that's going to be surprised, don't you?"

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"This is working better than I expected," Ruth said, peering down at the image of Buffy and Willow in the muddy waters of the puddle. Jody and Mary were knelt on the ground beside the rippling water while Kim sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, almost silently chanting the scrying spell that was allowing the Daughters of Gaia to watch the events on Revello drive unfold.

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"Are you ready to negate her powers?" Buffy asked.

"Yeah," Willow responded, not opening her eyes as she sat cross-legged on the picnic table's top. "I will bubble the area so that she cannot leave the garden. I won't be able to hold it long though, so you will have to take her down quickly."

"No problems there."

Willow smiled and turned her hands palm upward on her knees as she let her senses drift into the arcane realms. "She's here."

The air in front of Buffy swirled into a vortex and Anya appeared, holding a small jar of dried flowers. "Are these wha...?"

The Slayer's fist hit her jaw, knocking her flying across the lawn. Instantly, Willow mumbled and muttered until two orange sparks flared in her palms like candle flames. Anya hit the ground hard, the breath blasting from her body and the jar bouncing into the shrubbery. She was slipping toward unconsciousness until she let her true nature surface. In an instant, her beautiful features melted into the scarred horror of the Vengeance demon.

It was just in time for her. Buffy had followed her initial blow with a lunge forward to grapple with the stricken woman, but Anya was now far quicker and stronger than she normally was. Almost casually, she grabbed the Slayer by her blouse, planted a foot in her stomach and sent her hurtling onto the wooden deck by the kitchen door.

"What are you doing?" Anya demanded, getting to her feet. "Are you insane?"

"Relax Anyanka," Buffy whispered, rolling to a predatory crouch. "This is only going to take a moment and then you'll understand."

Like a cat, the Slayer sprang forward, her fists working in a deadly hailstorm of blows. Anya was driven backward, taking hit after hit after hit. Finally, she held her balance and backhanded Buffy so hard that the Chosen was knocked off her feet again.

"What's your problem?! I'm going to see what Xander has to say about all this!" When she summoned her magic to teleport this time, it was only sparks of light that exploded around her instead of the air swirling. "What the...!"

She looked angrily at Willow, instantly understanding, but the distraction was all Buffy needed. She barrelled into Anya hard, driving her shoulder into her stomach with enough force to lift the demon off her feet and slam her into the wall of the house.

"Ooff!"

A quick left hook, then a right cross staggered the Vengeance demon even further, and then a karate chop to the throat dropped her coughing to her knees. Buffy stepped over Anya's back and sat down as if she were attempting to ride her like a horse. Wrapping a hand under Anya's chin, the Slayer yanked backward, dragging the demon's head up as she reached around her chest with her free hand.

"Welcome to the club, Anya."

Once more, the Slayer's fingers morphed into claws dripping with the essence of Hate and she raked them across the struggling girl's chest before releasing her and dancing backward out of range.

"Look what you've done to my blouse!" shrieked the irate demon, getting to her feet. "It's ruined! Do you have any idea how much that cost?" She was far more concerned about the rips in her clothing than she was about the furrows in her flesh.

After a moment Anya swooned and clapped a hand to her scarred forehead, "Oh my. What have you done to me?" Her legs became too weak to support her and she collapsed onto her butt. Her eyes closed and her head sunk down until her chin rested upon her chest. Buffy frowned and cast a puzzled look over at Willow. The witch shrugged, slid off the table and walked over to get a closer look for herself. Both young women stared down at the unmoving form of the demoness.

"Should that happen?" Willow asked.

"Oh, that's better," Anya sighed, opening her eyes and smiling evilly up at the pair. Both girls grinned back.

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"But I heard it!" Tara insisted. "Willow called for help and then she was abruptly cut off!"

"Well, Red is fine," Faith told her, reaching over and taking some of the grapes that Dawn had bought for the injured witch and popping them into her mouth.

"I'm not making it up."

Dawn sat on the bed beside Tara and took hold of her hand. "Willow explained all about it. She told us about your hallucinations; about you thinking that Giles and Xander were monsters."

"What?"

"Last night. You had another hallucination then, just the same as you did when you thought Willow was in trouble. She's okay and is sat chatting to Buffy in the garden."

Tara looked speechless for a minute while she thought about what they were saying, and then she began to climb out of bed, still dressed only in her ankle length white nightgown. "There are two things that will prove what I am saying. One, I can tell by looking at her aura if she is okay."

"And two?" asked Xander.

"And two, do you really think if Willow was okay she would just sit outside and not come to see me if you told her I was upset and worried about her?"

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When the four of them got down stairs, Dawn with her shoulder under Tara's arm to help support her, they heard voices from the lounge. Walking in, they saw Buffy and Willow stood talking with Anya by the doorway to the back room. They stopped talking as soon as they heard the friends enter.

"Oh no!" gasped Tara as she saw the three women's auras. Each glowing outline was suffused by black tentacles that wiggled and churned in the living energy of its host. "They're possessed!"

Buffy stepped forward, "Okay, the secret's out. Come here, this won't take a second and then you'll all be like us."

"No way!" Dawn shouted. "Buffy, fight it!"

"Why should I? It feels good to serve my dark mistress."

"Anya?" Xander asked his girlfriend. She just twitched her lips into an evil little smile and narrowed her eyes. It was answer enough.

"You don't serve anyone, Bee. You're tougher than that. Kick that mojo out of yerself," Faith said, stepping a pace forward.

"Nope," her girlfriend said, matching the step forward. "Now you be good little Scoobies and do what I tell you like you always do. Come here and be turned."

"Never!" Dawn cried. "We'll fight you all the way!"

"You can't fight us, Dawnie. We're too strong."

The teenager had tears brimming in her eyes, but she still looked defiant. "Well you'll just have to catch us then because we're not giving in!"

Buffy grinned at her, "Don't be silly. There is no way you can escape the three of us. I can out run and out fight any of you."

"We'll see about that," Faith said, planting herself between the infected trio and the others. Not letting her eyes drop from the possessed threesome, she motioned toward the front door with her hand, "You guys scoot. I'll stay and play for awhile."

Dawn looked horrified. "You can't! They'll get you too. Together they are far too powerful for you to fight alone!"

"Relax, Dawnie. This is a fight, after all, and one thing is certain; I was born to fight."

Tara started for the front door, but Buffy lunged toward her. The blonde Slayer was intercepted by her girlfriend who used a deft combination of shoves, blocks and punches to drive her back across the room. As the two Chosen began to trade blows that would flatten a normal person, Anya leapt at Faith's exposed back.

Expecting the joint attack, the Slayer shot a foot up into her flying body, kicking her through the rear windows and out into the back garden. The move distracted her long enough for Buffy to wrap her arms around Faith's waist and plunge them both through the shattered opening to roll across the lawn.

"You're next," Willow told Tara before she turned to follow the fighting Slayers into the garden.

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Rolling in the shards of glass, Buffy and Faith came up fighting. Each Slayer landed punch after punch, kick after kick. Blocks flew thick and fast, but still strikes got through. Dodging an uppercut, Faith spun around, her foot hitting Anya as the demoness got to her feet and flinging her further across the lawn, "Stay down."

Buffy leapt forward with a one-two kick that had Faith reeling before she managed to slip sideways and chop the edge of her hand against her girlfriend's knee. Buffy yelped but was too off balance to avoid the stiff thrusting arms that struck her in the chest and flung her onto her back.

"Come on, Bee! I though you could fight but I've had more trouble with a single vamp than I am having with you three Linda Blairs." The brunette jumped aside as a glowing red ball of energy swept past her and left a black patch of smoking grass.

"Hi Willow. I was wondering when you were going to get in on the fight."

Arms closed around her chest in an iron grip but Faith sharply butted her head backward and felt Anya stagger loose under the blow. As the Slayer danced free, Buffy flipped to her feet and executed a deadly kick.

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"We can't leave! We've got to help Faith!" Dawn cried, starting toward the back garden.

Xander's hand closed like a vice on her arm and yanked her back. "Don't you think I want to, too? Those are our friends... my girlfriend! But if we don't make use of the chance that we have to get away, Faith's sacrifice will be in vain. We need to get to Giles and figure out how to help beat whatever is possessing them. Now, come on!"

Partly dragging the struggling teenager, Xander followed the limping Tara out of the front door.

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Buffy spun fast, her foot whipping around to try to take Faith's head off. The brunette anticipated the move, dropped low and swiped Buffy's support leg out from under her. As she crashed down, Faith drove an elbow into her stomach, doubling her girlfriend up in pain as she gasped for breath.

Before the brunette could deliver the follow up knock out punch, she was hit by a coiling bolt of mystic energy that flung her backward amid sparks and the smell of her own burning flesh. Hissing in agony, she rolled with the blow, spinning away from the arcing magical whip. Willow sneered and tracked her with an outstretched hand, the energy leaping from her palm and chasing the Slayer.

Ducking behind a thin tree, Faith winced as she used a hand to cover the smoking black hole in her denim jacket. Before she could even gather her thoughts the air in front of her swirled violently, and it was only instinct that enabled her to duck Anya's punch as the Vengeance demon teleported into the attack.

Bark and splinters rained down from the jagged gouge the punch struck in the tree trunk. Faith shoved both arms out straight, hitting Anya in the stomach and flinging her onto her back.

"What is this? A fucking tag team match?" She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep fighting without finally having to really hurt one of them.

Once more Slayer instincts made her launch herself into motion, diving over Buffy's sweeping legs, curling into a forward roll as she was forced out into the open and then hand springing toward the chanting witch.

"Time for ya to take a nap, Red!" she snarled, her fist crashing into Willow's jaw. "Hey, who'd a thought it? I get to smack you one and still be the good guy!"

Even as the Wicca slumped, Buffy landed on Faith's back and Anya teleported in front of them both, her fist plunging down.

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Tara was helped along as fast as she could go by Xander under one arm and Dawn under the other. All the time she was muttering beneath her breath over and over, "Light of foot, free of scent; Cadria make me this way. Without a sight, without a trace; grant me this I pray."

"What is she doing?" Xander asked.

"The witch-foo equivalent of sweeping away our footprints... I think," Dawn gasped.

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As the Vengeance demon's fist shot toward her face, Faith calmly dropped to one knee, twisting her upper body as she did so. Buffy was flung over her shoulder and slammed into Anya with enough force to send them both tumbling across the decking.

Knowing she could not stand up to the combined threesome much longer Faith glanced once toward the house, hoping she had given the others enough time to flee, and then spun around and dashed through the gate.

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In the glade, the four young witches stared at the muddy puddle.

"Bring it back!" shouted Ruth, glaring at Kim. The young girl stared helplessly back at their leader, "I can't! Something has disrupted the scrying spell."

Before, the four witches had watched the Hagna demons meet with Buffy in her back garden via the stagnant water of the puddle. They had seen the Slayer instruct the demons to attack her to lure Willow. However, they had been astonished to see how her body had changed as the Slayer infected her friend; that was something they had not expected from the essence of Hate. The Slayer had taken far longer than they had hoped to succumb to the effects of the magic liquid, but when she did the essence that came out of her body seemed far more potent, almost instantly taking control of the witch. Of course, that may have been because she was only human, but it had also consumed the Vengeance demon very quickly too.

Then, the remaining Slayer had managed to get the better of all three puppets at once, buying enough time for the last three Scoobies to flee. Again, that should not have been a problem but all of a sudden the scrying spell had shattered.

"It could only have been the witch," mused Kim, tapping her chin as she thought.

"Don't be silly! She is under our control."

"No, not the strong one; her girlfriend."

"The hippy chick? She doesn't have the power to do something like that. Does she?"

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Giles was startled when his apartment door flew open and Dawn rushed in, followed by Xander with Tara clinging to him.

"Giles quick! We have to go!"

"Pardon?" the Englishman said, stunned by the whirlwind nature of the three young people. Dawn grabbed his upper arm and started frantically trying to lift him from his chair, so he allowed himself to be led. "What is the matter? Where is Buffy?"

"We'll tell you later! Trust us now and let's go!" Darting back, the Watcher snagged up the small volume he had been reading and then was rushed from the room, the door slamming behind him.

Less than a minute later, the air in the room whirled into a vortex and Anya appeared, "Giles? Giles, Buffy needs you! She's hurt!"

When she got no answer, she climbed the stairs to his mezzanine bedroom, and then went to check the bathroom. "Damn!" she hissed and disappeared.

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"Dawn?" Janice looked bleary-eyed out of her bedroom window at her friend standing in the back garden.

"Come down," Dawn whispered, keeping her voice as low as possible so as not to wake Janice's parents.




Buffy & The Four Ch. 02



"Do you know what time it is?" The young college girl asked, rubbing a knuckle into her sleepy eye and yawning.

"Yes! Come down."

"Okay, okay. Sheesh Summers."

When Janice disappeared from the window, Dawn glanced into the moon shadows out of sight of the window. Xander, Tara and Giles were waiting there.

"Now is somebody going to explain to me what is going on?" Giles asked, irritation uncharacteristically sounding in his voice.

"As soon as we get hidden," Xander said, wrapping his arm a little tighter around Tara. The witch was clearly exhausted; the effort of their flight from Buffy's to Giles' combined with the strain of the concealment spell had quickly taken a toll upon the injured woman. She clung to Xander's side and hung limp like a rag doll. Her head was bowed and her long blonde hair hung like a curtain around her face.

"Hidden from what?" Giles whispered, as loud as he dared. "Where's Buffy, Faith and the others? Is Willow using a spell to hide them from this menace the same way Tara is with us?"

"Hey guys, keep it down, will you?" Dawn hissed.

After a few moments, the French windows on the patio opened and Janice came out warily. She was wearing a small light blue tee-shirt and a white floral patterned pair of boxer shorts. "This better be good, Summers." From her location she couldn't see the others hiding flat against the wall.

"I've er... had a fight with Buffy," Dawn said. That wasn't too far from the truth and she didn't like the idea of lying to her best friend.

"What did she do this time?" Janice said wearily.

"Oh, it's nothing I suppose, but I need a place to stay until morning."

"Oh?" Janice seemed to come a little more awake at the idea. "Okay, then. Come on, I'll sneak you up to my room."

"Er, no. I mean... I'm all riled up and not feeling too good either." Again, neither was a lie; she was both angry and sick at what had happened to her sister. "Can I spend the night in your basement?"

Janice frowned in disappointment, "Come to bed with me. We can share and snuggle. I'm sure you'll feel better pretty quick."

"Not tonight, okay?"

The young girl pouted but nodded. "Okay."

Together, the two girls quietly entered the house. For nearly ten minutes, Xander, Tara and Giles waited in silence until Dawn unlocked the outside door to the basement. They filed inside stealthily.

Giles felt a sudden pang of awe. He remembered the ten year old Dawn arriving in Sunnydale with her big sister Buffy and her mother Joyce. He remembered how she had quickly made friends with Janice and the two had played at 'secret agents'. Often, the two young girls had used this basement as 'secret headquarters' for their various games. Like most of the houses on Revello, and indeed in the area, the basement was both a general storage area and also a makeshift spare room. On one side were Janice's father's tools and on the other were a single cot bed and the washing machine. Janice's father was a fine carpenter and had once built the two girls a Wendy house of splendid size and quality in his back garden, which even had windows with proper curtains and a door that had a lock. The two girls had been slightly disappointed with it at first because it looked more like a girly play house than the secret base of operations for girl spies that they had been hoping for. It was Joyce who had told them that because it looked nothing like a secret base it was the ideal place for one, and that had won them around.

Except that none of that had happened. Dawn was really just mystic energy that the monks had transformed into human in order to hide it from the Hell god Glory. Dawn had been a mystical 'key' that had the ability to unlock any dimension. It was staggering at how powerful and far reaching the spell used to give Dawn false history was. After all, the spell had implanted a lifetime's history of memories for Dawn into everyone around her and even brought things like the Wendy house into reality to reinforce them. For a brief second, Giles wondered whether Janice and her family had existed before Dawn's creation, too.

Snapping out of his thoughts, the Englishman watched Xander lay Tara on the cot bed, then pull up a box as a makeshift chair for himself. Dawn perched on the edge of the bed with a very glum look on her face.

"Now, will you please explain what has happened?" the Watcher sighed when they were settled. "Where is Buffy... and the others, of course?"

"It's like this G-man," Xander started. "Buffy, Willow and Anya have gone to the dark side of the Force."

"Pardon?"

"They have been possessed," Dawn interrupted before Xander started making more comic book references to make things 'clearer'.

"Possessed?"

"Yes. We don't know by what, but they attacked us."

"Attacked?"

"Ahuh. Tried to turn us into one of them. Luckily Faith stopped them."

"Faith stopped them?"

"Giles!" Dawn protested. "This works faster if you don't just repeat everything I've said."

"Sorry. So Faith is not one of the possessed?"

Both Dawn and Xander looked unhappy before the young girl answered, "We don't know."

"Why not?"

"Faith was fighting them so that we could get away."

"Fighting all three of them? There is little chance she could beat them all put together. I doubt that she could beat Buffy on her own, let alone when she has the help of a witch and a Vengeance demon." He looked thoughtful for a moment, "Willow will be able to find us, eventually."

"I've obscured magic tracking," Tara said, brushing her hair back behind one ear with a bandaged hand. "If I knew what had possessed them I might be able to find a counter spell or something."

"I can't help there," Giles said as he opened the book he had brought from his apartment. "However, I am certain that the two demons that attacked Buffy and Faith were Hagna demons. That is why we had such trouble identifying them; they are not native to this dimension. Hagna demons are a race created to serve one of the Elder demons, Gohnarth to be precise."

"Oh him!" Xander said, waving his hand dismissively. "I shoulda known."

Ignoring the attempt at humour, Giles continued. "Gohnarth is a true fiend. He has sealed himself away inside his own realm with his horde of servants and takes great delight in controlling and manipulating victims who think he will grant them their heart's desire. Through dark rites, they can attract his attention and if they are very unlucky he will take interest in them. This never ends the way they intended."

"He welches on the deal, huh?" Xander remarked. "Big surprise there, then."

"Yes, quite. Gohnarth seems to get his pleasure in perverting souls. The less evil that the victim actually has inside them, the more challenge he finds and the greater his enjoyment in corrupting them."

"So why would he send his minions after Buffy and Faith?" Tara asked.

"I can't think of a reason. The only thing that makes sense is that the Hagna were there doing somebody else's bidding."

"Oh, great. Now all we have to do is find out who has a grudge against the Slayers? Big list or what?" Xander declared.

"Maybe not as big as first seems," Giles mused, almost to himself. "You see, Gohnarth would have no truck with supernatural beings; they would not interest him. Therefore whoever has earned his favour has to be human."

"There is nobody," Dawn interjected. "Not that I can think of, anyway. I mean, most humans who have gone against Buffy have had things end badly for them. Gwendolyn Post, Mayor Wilkins, Catherine Madison, etcetera."

"True," Giles conceded. "It must be somebody new, I suppose."

"Whoever it is," Tara added, "They must have quite a good knowledge of magic to be able to enact the rituals to invoke an Elder demon. Especially one who has such special interests." She looked thoughtful for a moment before glancing at Dawn. "In fact, it would probably take the combined efforts of a few witches to work such a rite. Have you seen any of The Daughters of Gaia in college since we stopped Megan in the woods?"

"Sure. Kim and Jody are in my art class. They seem to have got better since Willow trounced Megan. Ruth is a different story. She took it very hard. There is a rumour that Ruth and Megan were... you know."

Tara's lips slipped into her sunlight bright smile as she nodded. Normally Tara was quite plain and average to look at, but when she smiled her inner beauty shone through, lighting up the whole room and melting hearts.

"Do those girls still have a dorm room in the halls of residence on the college campus?" Xander asked.

"I think so," Dawn replied. "Not their old one, but I am pretty certain they do have one."

"Well, it's somewhere to start, at least," Giles admitted. "In the morning," he glanced at his watch and saw that it was nearly 5 a.m. already, "I want you to check them out, Xander."

The handsome lad nodded his agreement. Dawn looked from Giles to Xander, expecting to be included and when she was not asked, "What about me?"

Giles took off his spectacles and polished them with his handkerchief. "I think you should stay near Tara and I. For safety's sake, of course."

"Why? If Buffy finds us, then I doubt that you or Tara could stop her."

"I trained Buffy, remember. I still have quite a few tricks up my sleeve that she does not know, yet. And of course, Tara could always use magic to confuse her."

"Oh that's a good idea, Giles," Dawn said, sarcastically. "What if Willow is with her? No offence, Tara, but Willow is well out of your league in the magic stakes."

The mousy haired blonde witch nodded, "None taken. Willow will find a way around my obscuring spell soon."

"So," Xander said. "It looks like it all rests on whether we can find out if the Daughters of Gaia are behind this."

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"What do you mean you can't find them?!" Ruth shouted.

"I am sorry, mistress, but Tara has hidden them. I will break her spell, but it will take time," Willow said, sheepishly. The red-haired witch was knelt before the Daughters of Gaia in the Magic box, with Buffy and Anya knelt by her side. Ruth paced before them with anger boiling inside her.

"Are you telling me that a Slayer, a Vengeance demon and a badass Wicca are all being thwarted by a hippy chick with a tenth of the magical skill you possess?"

Willow and Anya exchanged glances. "It is only temporary, mistress."

"What do you want us to do about Faith?" Buffy asked, keeping her eyes lowered respectfully.

"Don't worry about her," Ruth snapped. "The Hagna are tracking her scent as we speak. They will infect her with the essence the same way they got you."

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The two Hagna demons crept silently into the alleyway. The brunette Slayer's scent was slowly dispersing, but to their senses it hung in the air like a neon path, showing her trail clearly. Their talons were silent on the asphalt of the roadway as they closed on their prey. They were deadly predators and could follow a hunt for days on end, tireless and relentless.

The larger of the two paused and fluttered out its forked tongue to taste Faith's scent. It was stronger here, indicating she was only moments ahead of them. With a sibilant hiss, the demon crept into the darkness with a deadly purpose. As it did so, it unfurled the vicious talons on its hand claws, ready for the coming fight. The human mistress had been very specific that they were not to kill the Slayer, only bite her and inject the essence of Hate, but the Hagna knew that would not be as simple as it sounded. A Slayer was a deadly prey to track.

The sound of boots landing behind the two Hagnas reinforced that idea. Faith dropped from the fire escape that she had used to circled around the block like the angel of death descending to Earth. She was in deadly motion before either of the demons had even partly turned to face her.

Her roundhouse kick caught the smaller of the two a heavy blow to the temple, sending it flipping head over heels into the side of a dumpster. She let her body follow the motion, spinning full circle as she dropped low and swept the feet out from the large Hagna.

"Find what you were looking for, Lizard-breath?" she grinned as the demon crashed onto its back. Instantly it lashed out with its mighty tail but the Slayer was ready for that too. She skipped over it and stomped down hard on the creature's rib cage, hearing a satisfying crack. The beast roared in agony and sliced at her with its claws.

"Ah-ah!" Faith scolded, slipping out of range before darting back in to land a hefty punch to its snout, snapping its lower jaw with the blow. The demon screeched and screamed in anger and pain as it flailed wildly.

"Temper, temper," the Chosen taunted as she leapt back out of harms way again.

Or so she thought. The smaller of the two Hagnas had regained its senses and leapt onto her back. Its jaws clamped down and she only just managed to twist enough for those fangs to miss her shoulder. Its talons drew blood as they hooked into her upper arms and it tried to bite a second time.

Faith reacted instantly. She dropped into a curl and rolled forward. This carried the fiend on her back with her and slammed it into the pavement. The blow jarred it loose, along with a good scoop of her flesh. Completing the forward roll, Faith spun out of it with a wrecking ball kick to the beast's head. Her booted foot hit it very hard and shot its snout around with enough force to break the creature's neck with a sickening crunch.

At the death of its mate, the larger Hagna made a final lunge at the Slayer. Faith rose into its strike, arms stiff to fend the beast backward. She lifted its scaly torso enough so that she could launch a deadly uppercut that hit the monster's broken jaw with enough force to send the demon into a back flip. It landed stunned and saw several Slayers stepping over it as it tried to focus its eyes.

"Tell whoever sent you that this Babe is not going to be so easy to take." She began to move away before seeming to suddenly decide something and stepping back over the fallen creature. "On second thoughts, don't bother. I'll tell them myself."

The last thing the Hagna saw was the blurry image of the Slayer raising her boot above its head and stamping down.

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Gohnarth tapped his lips with a long, skeletal claw as he felt the death of his creations. He had been watching through the eyes of his pets, and admired the savage grace of the Slayer.

"I think this group of humans may prove an interesting diversion for a while," he told Azaroth.

The huge, muscular demon snarled and pounded a fist into his big clawed hand. "Why can I not feed on their entrails? I have a debt of blood to satisfy with the Summers and Rosenberg girls!"

"Patience, patience, my child. You can avenge the death of your brother Molock when I see fit, and not before."

Ever since the Scooby gang had inadvertently freed Molock from the ancient book he was magically bound within, setting him loose into the internet before finally confronting and destroying him, Azaroth had been consumed by a thirst for revenge. The big demon was the twin of Molock, having the same muscular, humanoid form, covered in alligator scales with a misshapen head that was dominated by two huge, curled ram's horns. Gohnarth had to keep him on a firm leash to hold back his vendetta.

"When Lord?" the beast asked.

"In time, Azaroth. For now, the Daughter's of Gaia are proving most entertaining. I doubt that Ruth will be able to pull off her schemes, but it should be amusing however it pans out." The Elder demon rested an elbow on the arm of his throne of bones as he mused on the events. "Faith escaping her three friends was unexpected. That girl is full of surprises and I shall have to watch her closely. Who would have thought that beings as lowly as Vampire Slayers could provide such amusement?"

Turning his head, Gohnarth glanced toward the device room. The doors were open so that he could see the giant Machina Demonica at work. The machine was whirring and clunking, multicoloured bursts of mystical energy sparking from its discharge rod as it collected magic and fed it down the transmit cable to the beacon chamber high above the city. There, the giant crystal acted like a capacitor and slowly discharged the power into the dimensional rivers, to be tapped into by those who Gohnarth chose.

"We shall have to see what that nubile little slut is planning to do with her newfound powers. Humans have such narrow vision and rarely see beyond their own horizons."

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While Xander, Dawn and Tara got a couple of hours of fitful sleep, Giles could not. He kept dwelling on Buffy. The fact that something bad had happened to her filled his stomach with ice. He could not bear the idea of not being able to help her. His feelings for her were so strong that this was one of his worst nightmares made real.

In the depth of night, he would have nightmares about the inevitable death of his Slayer. It was not a case of if she was finally killed by the evil creatures out there, it was only a case of when. Every Slayer in history had met death prematurely; it was the nature of the cause.

Slayers killed vampires and demons until one day the fiends got lucky and killed the Slayer. Then the next girl would gain her powers, another Watcher would train and guide her and the fight would go on. That was how this eternal battle was waged. After all, Buffy herself had gained her powers when the Slayer before her had been killed.

But the thought of never seeing the beautiful young woman again hurt more than he would have believed. Since childhood Giles had known his destiny was to become a Watcher. During his college years he had rebelled against that knowledge and tried to shirk his duties, but his calling had finally lured him back and he had determined to become the best Watcher he could be in order to protect whatever young girl became his charge. Even then, death was conspiring to shape his future. The Watcher Merrick had taken up guardianship of the current Slayer, but had been murdered in the course of training her and so Giles was dispatched to take over, albeit still unready for his role. He flew from England to America and the council easily manipulated the authorities to gain him the position of librarian at Sunnydale High so that he could teach the young Slayer all that she needed to know. That young Slayer had been Buffy Summers.

He grimaced as he remembered the first time he had seen her in the flesh, in the library on her first day at school. Then she had seemed impossibly young, impossibly childish and completely inappropriate for the mantle of Slayer. He had loathed his first few weeks with the girl who had seemed far more interested in the latest shoe fashions rather than the martial arts that would extend her life. She was vain and desperately reluctant about being the Chosen.

But gradually she had changed his opinion of her. He wasn't sure when, but there had been a definite shift. Somewhere along the line she had become far more important to him than the job that they both were doing. She had become the bright star that shone in his sky.

He wished that their relationship was different and he was able to confess his true feelings, but deep inside, he felt that would be a terrible mistake. Regardless of how preposterous it would be to assume that a lovely young woman like her could return his emotions, there was the need for the distance between them. That small distance enabled them to function as Watcher and Slayer. That small distance enabled them to retain the illusion of teacher and student. It was vital to their success. How could she possibly survive if each time they went into combat, she was focusing more on his safety than her own?

He sighed and leant his head back against the bare brick of the basement wall as he laid an arm across his single raised knee. His mind slipped back to the moment he and Buffy had made love to please the whim of Ko-lan the Seer. His memory recalled every move, every feel, and every breath with perfect clarity. He swallowed as the ecstasy of sliding his cock into her returned to him in the minutest detail. He heard her sigh. He felt her quiver. He remembered the look in her eyes.




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"Oh, God," he muttered to himself.

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Anya appeared in the front room of Buffy's house and looked at Willow and the Slayer who were sat on the floor on either side of a small rectangle. "Still no sign of them at any of our usual places. Did the locator spell work?"

"No," Willow said, a little testily. "That sure is a doozy of an effective spell Tara used. I can't even find Faith; she must have joined up with them after she whupped us in the back garden and then killed the Hagnas."

"She didn't whup us," Buffy said petulantly. "She just got lucky, that's all. I can take her any day. I would have too, if Anya hadn't got in the way."

"Hey!" the demoness shot. "I seem to remember her putting you on your ass out there."

"Girls," Willow interrupted. "This isn't helping and our Mistress expects results. Tara's spell will weaken over time, but any suggestions how we find them until then?"

"You're sure you checked all the places we thought of?" Buffy asked Anya.

"Yeah," the curly haired blonde said as she sat down beside her friends.

"Okay guys, think. They're not in any of the places where they would normally be, so where does that leave them?"

"The Initiative caves?" Willow suggested.

"Not likely," Buffy replied.

"You checked the Hellmouth?" Willow asked Anya.

"Is being possessed affecting your hearing, Willow?" Anya sniped. "I've already told you that I've been everywhere we previously thought of."

"Oh, I'm sure I can think of somewhere else for you to go," Willow said, sweetly.

"Will!" Buffy giggled. After a moment, the Slayer got a knowing smile on her face. "I wonder. Giles always taught me that the best place to hide was the last place the enemy would suspect. Where are we sure that they wouldn't go?"

"Here or the Magic Box," Anya shrugged. "But they are not in either of those."

"Maybe not IN them, but perhaps close," Buffy murmured, getting up and walking over to the window. When she drew back the curtain she looked out at the houses across the road. Specifically Dawn's best friend's house.

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Giles' eyes flicked open. Had he been asleep? He looked around at the three slumbering youths and then scanned the basement. Something seemed different.

Then she stepped from the shadows, "Giles."

"Buffy!" The Englishman cried in alarm as he staggered to his feet and immediately reached to wake the others.

"Wait! Shhh, please Giles! Just listen to what I have to say."

The plea and earnestness in her voice made him do as she asked. He stood, uncertain, but willing to give his Slayer a chance. "What did this to you, Buffy?"

"That doesn't matter anymore Giles. I have beaten it and am no longer possessed. See?" She moved into the better lit part of the basement, holding her hands out wide as she did so. When he could see her clearly, she slowly pirouetted. His eyes roamed over her body as she intended.

"I'm okay now. Honest."

She moved so close to him that only and inch separated her breasts from his chest and, as she looked up into his eyes, he felt their bond take hold of him. He searched her face, her eyes, looking for the slightest trace that she was not the Buffy he knew. There was none; she was back to her old self.

"Oh, Buffy. Thank God! I was so worried when they told me what had happened to you. Are Willow and Anya okay, too?"

She looked crestfallen. "No, they're not. They don't have my strength and so we'll have to help them."

"Of course we will," he soothed, putting an arm around her shoulders. She looked hopefully back up at him and it made him feel very protective.

"Giles, I'm..." The young woman paused for a long time, hesitant to admit it. "I'm scared. Will you hold me?"

Surprised, the Englishman pulled her close and put his other arm around her also. She felt so good in his arms!

"Everything will be okay, Buffy. We'll sort this out."

She didn't answer, only nodded, her soft blonde hair feeling like silk against his throat. Gradually, her arms encircled his chest too, and she hugged him back.

For a while, they just stood together, sharing their closeness, before she lifted her eyes back to his. "There's something I need to say... want to say. I've been thinking about it more and more lately, trying to find a way."

"You can tell me anything, you know that."

"Not this. It's difficult."

"It is? Then just say it, Buffy. Sometimes that is the best way."

"Yeah." She shifted nervously in his arms as her eyes searched his. "I... I love you, Giles."

That shocked him. Of all the things she could have said, he was certain that would never have been one. A joy surged through him before he restrained it with common sense. She meant as a friend, a guardian, not in the way he wanted her to mean.

"And I love you too, of course," he replied, sounding trite.

"No, Giles. I LOVE you," she stated, a hesitant smile forming on her beautiful lips.

"Oh." He was stunned.

"Oh? Is that all you can say? I declare my love for you and you say oh?"

Flustered, he stroked her back. "My apologies. It is just that I feel exactly the same way."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"Then kiss me, Giles."

They were words he had dreamed of hearing. As their mouths met, he closed his eyes and savoured the feel of her soft lips. The kiss was long and unhurried. During it, her arms changed from just hugging around his back, to raising and clasping behind his neck. His hands drifted lower down her body in response, and he soon found that he was cupping both cheeks of her butt.

"Mmmm," she murmured between kisses as his hands moulded on her rear and she gave a tiny wiggle.

Her compliance fired his lust and his kiss became more urgent, more probing, more demanding. What had started as a gentle contact of love became a raging kiss of passion. Their combined need, and long repression, made them both become heady and weak from the power of their lust.

Her moans and whimpers grew louder as he pressed her back across the basement until the tool bench stopped them. Her face was twisting to the left and then to the right, seeking to suck his kisses and tongue deeper as he lifted her and sat her on the wooden workstation.

Her legs slipped around his waist, hooking behind his butt and pulling him tight against her as her hands roamed through his short hair in an urgent caress.

"Oh, Giles! I've wanted this for so long! I can't tell you how many fantasies I've had about this moment!"

As her words made their mouths part, Giles took advantage and dragged his sweatshirt up over his head. Usually, he wore an immaculate shirt and vest, but now he had nothing on underneath it and his well sculpted, toned chest was bared to her eyes. Buffy traced a hand over his rippled stomach muscles, the hours he spent training her had also benefited him and she loved his physique.

She ducked forward and latched her mouth onto his throat, sucking at it and eliciting a gasp of delight from him. At the same time, her hands smoothed around his waist to rub up and down his back even as her legs tightened more.

Giles let her suckle at his neck for a moment, but the need to see her flesh was too great and so he reluctantly forced her back. She pouted for a second, but grinned when his fingers hastily began to undo all the buttons on the front of her blouse. Quickly, her white lace bra was brought into view and so was the perfectly flat, tanned slope of her belly.

Giles sighed in lust as he tugged her blouse off her shoulders and she yanked her arms free.

"Oh, you are so beautiful, Buffy," he murmured.

"Well, duh," she teased back, making them both grin wildly.

Giles took his turn to duck down and kiss at her throat. She let her head loll backward as she supported her upper body by spreading her arms out behind her. One hand landed on a screwdriver that had not been put back in the rack, and she brushed the tool aside without a thought.

His lips felt wonderful on her skin. Buffy could have let him kiss her all over for as long as he wanted, but it seemed his lust was too strong to be content with just kisses. Hungrily, his mouth worked down her chest to her lace covered breasts and he dragged the garment down to spill her left tit out and free it to his gaze.

He groaned in desire at the sight of the perfect globe of flesh, crowned with a stiff, rubbery pink nipple that called for his lips in an undeniable pull of lust. She gasped and arched her back, driving the turgid little nubbin further into his mouth when he sucked it in. His arms slipped around the curve of her body and held her firmly as he licked and chewed at her breast.

"God!" she moaned, her eyes closed, her head right back and her long blonde hair swaying.

Giles felt her legs squeeze him hard between her thighs and her groin began to grind against his as her lust began to take unbidden control. He smiled and yanked her other breast out from its lacy cup, moving his mouth to that nipple and sucking it hard.

"Ah!" Buffy gasped, her torso giving a quick jerk of delight.

She let him feed on her flesh for a few more moments, and then she needed him too badly to wait any longer. Clasping the back of his neck with one hand for support, she reached between them to his trousers, unbuckled them skilfully, slipped her hand inside his boxer shorts and pulled free his monster cock.

The memory of their having sex to please Ko-lan leapt into her mind as his hot shaft filled her small hand and she groaned in desire. The long, thick English cock had felt so good that time that she ached to slot it deep into her cunt once more.

At her cool touch on his rampant stalk, Giles took his mouth away from her nipple and straightened up. The urgency written all over her face made him thrill as he grasped her butt and dragged it toward him so that her pussy was on the edge of the workbench.

Neither could wait any longer and so she just pulled her white silk knickers to the side as he thrust his fat cock right up her. She yelped in ecstasy and grabbed his waist to encourage him all the way in.

Her young, tight pussy stretched around his long, thick meat as it ploughed to the depths of her sex and she felt slick and hot around him, making Giles gasp as he nestled his face against hers and humped his shaft further into her.

Buffy bucked, taking her Watcher to the hilt as she felt satisfaction wash over her. At last they were doing what they had wanted to for such a long time! This time it was special because they were doing it of their own choice, of their own free will.

"That feels so wonderful!" she whispered to herself, although her mouth was right beside his ear.

Giles agreed, but stayed silent, buffeted by the amazing feeling of her tight young cunt grasping at his thick meat. He grunted like an animal and rooted his stalk around inside her before drawing it back until only his cock head was within her grasp.

It was just a second before he slammed his whole length back into her, but for them both time seemed to freeze and they made the moment last an eternity - Buffy's breasts kept pressing and squashing against his bare chest as both man and girl gasped for rasping breaths; her fingers were constantly on the move as she kept altering her grip on the back of his neck and his hands copied the motion as they kneaded her soft buttocks; his stubble coated cheek rasped against hers in a manly sensation and her silky hair grazed his face in the softest of feminine gestures.

Then time seemed to catch up with the pair and all their focus returned to the wet sheath that was being plundered by the rigid cock.

"Mpfh!" she grunted as his huge meat bottomed out in her tender flesh. His hips slammed against her clit and drew away only to hammer back.

His thrust became faster and harder, but she met him stroke for stroke.

Buffy wanted to shriek in ecstasy, but could only hold on tightly as the middle-aged man fucked her. And he did fuck her. Like no-one ever had before, he assailed her with his hard cock and took his pleasure in her young body. It was breathtaking, sensual, raw and potent all at once and she loved it!

"Oh, Giles!" she gasped into his ear over the sounds of his hips belting into her swollen sex flesh. He only grunted in reply and she felt his muscles tighten as his pounding reached fever pitch.

"Yes! Yes! Do it! Cum in me, Giles! Fuck you lovely cum into my tight cunt!"

As she yelled the last words, she twisted her face and latched her lips onto his throat in a long, hard love bite. That did it for him and he slammed his rampant meat as deep into her as he could before spraying her womb with his hot spunk.

His hips jabbed into her to punctuate each jet of cream, and the bumping against her clit combined with the jerking in her pussy sent Buffy howling into orgasm. Her inner walls rippled and heaved, milking even more salty man-juice from his spitting staff until both of them sagged weakly back onto the bench.

They lay huddled together for a long time, weak and breathless. Eventually Giles lifted his head back and looked into her shining eyes.

"I love you Buffy."

Before she could reply Giles jerked awake, to find himself still slumped against the wall on the basement floor. It took a second or two of staring around before he realised that it had all been a dream and Buffy was not there.

Disappointed, he sagged back and was soon overcome by exhaustion, once more.

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"Giles."

"Giles!" the hissed whisper repeated, this time a little more insistent. It broke through his sleep and he finally saw Faith just inside the outside door to the basement. She was stood with her back to the room, glancing outside for signs of trouble.

"Get up, will ya? Leave the others sleeping for now, we need to talk."

"You're not possessed then?" he asked, warily approaching the denim clad Slayer.

She cast an annoyed glance back at him but it quickly melted when she saw how cautious he was. "Well, I don't know about that; you once told Buffy you though I had the devil in me."

He relaxed and hurried over. "Any sign of them?"

"Naw. Listen, let's step outside into the backyard so we can talk without whispering, okay?"

He nodded and followed her up the steps into the garden. "How did you avoid Willow?" he asked when she turned around.

"I didn't," she said, shimmering from Faith into Buffy. Giles' eyes snapped to a motion he saw to his left and there was Willow cancelling her glamour.

"A Slayer needs her Watcher," Buffy said, smiling as she lunged for him.

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NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together. Although a separate story, this series starts two weeks after the events of Buffy and The Exiled.

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Buffy leapt at Giles. To most people, he looked like a stuffy, middle-aged man who would have been far happier with his nose in a book, rather than physical activity. They would have been badly misjudging him. One half of a Watcher's job was book lore, true, but the other half was studying all the fighting styles possible and teaching them to the Slayer.

Even Buffy was surprised that he managed to dodge backward from her grasp. She slid forward and took a handful of his shirt. Instantly he grasped her elbow and hand, rotating them sharply to break her hold and force her upper body to bend in order to prevent her arm from snapping. He knew he only had a second to get the better of her.

As Buffy used her far superior strength to force her arm back, he swiftly reversed his hold and spun her the other way. She somersaulted like a pro because it was either that or have her arm dislocated. Giles let her roll free and turned to dash back into the basement. Anya blocked his path.

"Going somewhere, Rupert?"

He hit her hard and fast. Every fibre of his being screamed that it was wrong to hit a woman, but his mind overrode it and pointed out that Anya was really an eleven hundred year old demon. Unfortunately that also meant that his punch only rocked her head to the side and she shot him a scowl.

"Did you think that would work?"

"I rather hoped it might," he confessed.

"Giles," Buffy said, walking up behind him. "This is cool. Don't worry; you'll still be yourself once you become one of us. Just because you will be possessed does not mean you'll have to give up cups of tea or saying 'uhm' or 'ah' a lot."

"It's painless," Willow told him. Then she made a little pout and added, "Mostly."

"Painless?" Anya said, disbelievingly. "Painless? Have you forgotten about these tears in my blouse? This is pure silk. Do I have to remind you about the cost?"

"You didn't ask the forty-odd other times," Willow grumbled.

"Guys, if we could just get back to the possession," Buffy said, wearily.

Anya did not look placated, but she did nod and grab Giles by the throat with one hand, lifting him off his feet. The Watcher choked and spluttered, grasping both of his hands onto hers to try to alleviate the pressure.

A shovel struck Anya in the back, making her stagger forward and drop Giles. Xander raised it again to threaten another strike. "Sorry, Honey."

"What do you think you are doing, Xander?" Buffy asked, amused.

"Get back or you'll get the same as my girlfriend," he warned, hefting the tool behind his head ready for a big swing. "And again with the sorry, Ahn," he added, seeing her stand and put her fists on her hips in vexation.

"Get with the serious for a moment," Buffy said pleasantly. "Do you think that we couldn't take that from you?"

"Something's going to get broke if you try," he replied, making more threatening motions.

"Your arm, most likely," Anya sighed.

He considered it and then nodded his agreement. At that moment, Willow uttered a word and the shovel leapt out of his hands and into hers. She cocked her head to one side and grinned. "Now what are you going to do?"

He shrugged apologetically. "Not sure. Kinda hadn't thought this through."

At that instant, a small white light burst just before each of the possessed women's face. Their reaction was to blink and recoil in surprise as they were blinded for a second. Dawn raced out of the cellar and grabbed Giles' arm, yanking him to his feet. Xander turned and grabbed Tara as she tottered up the steps. Together, they tried to escape.

"Thespia bind them!" Willow commanded. Green rings of churning energy encircled all four of them before they could reach the gate. The early morning sun was glittering through the branches of the trees at the bottom of the garden, bathing the patio in a warm yellow glow that sparkled on the mystic bonds.

Buffy blinked the last of the after-image of the dazzle from her eyes and shook her head. "Nice try guys. Props for effort but there is no way you can beat ol' Will. She can counter anything you come up with."

"Can she counter this?" said a voice just behind Willow. As everybody turned to the familiar cocky tone, a trash can was slammed down over Willow's upper body and, before she could even squeak in surprise, a kick to the can sent her rattling back into the wall. She bounced off, comical because just her legs protruded from the metal cylinder, and collapsed in a clanging bang.

"Pow! Strike Two! A girl could get used to this, Red," Faith grinned.

Buffy and Anya moved fast. Both charged the brunette Slayer. Faith backhanded Anya off her feet and ducked beneath Buffy's swinging fist.

"Two at once? That's hardly fair... Ooof!"

Buffy had dropped her shoulder as her fist sailed past and launched herself into Faith's chest. The body blow lifted the rock chick off her feet and both Slayers barrelled over the grass.

"Déjà vu?" Buffy asked as they rolled to their feet, face to face, ready for the fight.

"I'd... answer that... if I had any breath left," Faith gasped.

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As Anya got back to her feet to join Buffy, a slim blur with long brown hair dived past her. Dawn rolled like a gymnast and scooped up the shovel that lay beside the unconscious Willow. The moment the witch had blacked out, her spell had been cancelled. Dawn stood and twirled the handle until it slapped down into her free hand and she held the shaft like a quarterstaff before her.

"Stay out of it, Anya," the teen warned.

"Or what? You'll pout me to death? Get real, Dawn, you're no match for me."

"Maybe not," the young girl admitted. "But it's not me you should be worried about."

With a quick jerk, she threw the shovel past Anya and smirked. The demoness spun to see where the makeshift weapon was going in time to see Giles snag it from the air.

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"Let us help you, Bee," Faith said as the two warriors circled each other.

"Let us help you, Eff," her girlfriend taunted back. When she spoke, Faith seized her chance. She darted in to attack, using a backhanded blow followed by an uppercut and an elbow strike. Buffy danced backward, blocking each attack as she went.

"That is so not gonna get it done," she teased before returning three quick strikes of her own. Arms moving like a windmill, Faith blocked the attacks and struck back, to no avail. The Slayers took it up a gear and the blows and kicks became almost a blur.

Feinting with a karate chop, Faith struck for Buffy's knee with her foot instead. Knowing her lover's fighting style, Buffy was ready and cartwheeled straight backward, both feet connecting with Faith's chin as she went. Staggered, the denim clad Slayer was not prepared enough for the next attack.

A fast roundhouse struck her hard, her block soaking up some of the impact but not enough. She was flung head over heels, crashing down heavily and Buffy was on her in an instant. The brunette only just managed to snag hold of both of her girlfriend's wrists in time to stop them raking her face. The fingernails had lengthened into claws and a black oil-like substance coated them.

Muscles strained as Slayer tested Slayer. Buffy's face was screwed up with hate and Faith's with effort.

"I don't suppose you wanna kiss and make up, Bee?"

"Sure. Pucker up."

Faith bucked and twisted, turning Buffy to the side. Together the two women struggled and rolled across the lawn into the undergrowth of the nearby trees. Somehow, Buffy came out on top, yet again.

"Give it up, Faith. I'm better than you and you know it! I always have been and I always will be!"

Faith could not spare the breath to reply because she was struggling to force those claws back from her face. Suddenly, taking her completely by surprise, Buffy relented. She snatched her arms back, dragging Faith's with her, and then curled her fist and slammed it down into the brunette's face. Blow followed blow; each one knocked the sense from Faith and making it easier to land the next.

"I told you!" Buffy yelled. "I win! I win!" A fist punctuated each word until Faith lay dazed and helpless beneath her.

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With astonishing speed, Giles whirled the shovel around and struck the demoness three savage blows. The first hit was the butt of the handle straight into Anya's solar plexus. As she doubled forward, he flipped the shovel swiftly upward, the back of the blade whapping into the demon's jaw. The blow straightened her up instantly, knocking the curl out of her body. Without let up, the Watcher swung the shovel around his head in an arc and swept her feet from beneath her. As she pitched onto her back, he drove the handle down into her belly to blast the remaining breath from her.

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Faith felt herself slipping into unconsciousness and Buffy just kept hitting her. The blonde's face was knotted with hate and she seemed unable to stop her rain of blows.

"Who's the best, now, Faith? Still think you can take me? You've always thought you were the better Slayer, but you're wrong. Even on my worst day I could take you with one hand tied behind my back. Your problem is that I'm so much faster than you are; it's not your fault, you're simply slower because you're... bulkier."

Finally, Buffy seemed to realise she had gone a little crazy and sat back on Faith's belly. To compose herself, she brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Sorry, Eff. I got a little carried away there."

As she spoke, she spread the two sides of Faith's denim jacket open with a tender caress. The dazed girl's breasts rose and fell inside her tight red vest as she struggled to stay conscious. Buffy stroked her clawed fingernails over her girlfriend's nipple. "Ready for me?"

"Get fucked," Faith managed to moan, earning a happy giggle from her girlfriend.

"Sure, but afterwards, okay?" For a moment, Buffy looked soft and friendly before her face hardened. "Time's up. Welcome to the fold."

She drew back her claw and slashed it down at the helpless Slayer. At the same instant, a root shot out of the undergrowth around them and coiled about her wrist, yanking it back.

"What the...?"

More roots and branches whipped out to ensnare her. They tightened and dragged her violently into the bushes. As writhing leaves smothered her, she caught a glimpse of her friends. Giles was standing over a helpless Anya; Xander was using his belt to tie Willow's hands behind her back before she came round and Dawn was stood just behind Tara's shoulder. The young Wicca was kneeling as if in prayer. Her hands were outstretched, her eyes closed, and she was mumbling a spell. So that was what had brought the plants to life!

"You'll pay for this!" Buffy shrieked as she thrashed about and struggled to rip her way free of the entangling vegetation. For each root she snapped, several more took its place.

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With Xander and Giles supporting Faith, and Dawn helping Tara along, the group hurried through the early morning streets.

"Any ideas on where we can go now?" Xander wanted to know.

"It seems that they will find us no matter where we go. All we can do now is determine what has happened, and how to free them," Giles said.

"And the Oscar for stating the obvious goes to..." the young man declared, hefting Faith's arm further over his shoulder as he did so.

She had been hanging limp between the two men, but now she put her feet down and took her own weight. "Did anybody get the licence plate of that truck?" she groaned, before slipping free of their grasp.

Rubbing at the bruises and scratches on his throat from where Anya had grabbed him, Giles fretted as he studied the Slayer's condition. The tingling in the side of his neck felt strange, but he was more worried for the well-being of the battered young woman. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern filling his croaky voice. 

"Five by five. Or at least I will be. You should know me by now, Giles. I take a licking and keep on ticking." Her face crinkled as she gingerly touched her cheek, "Although I gotta say it's a habit I'm trying to break."

As he looked at her, he noticed a strange necklace around her throat. It seemed to be made of knuckle bones and had a rough blob of amber hanging from it like a pendant. After a moment, he recognised it. "Is that a Miknar spell ward?"

She stretched like a cat to ease the aches and pains in her back and chest. "Yeah. I figured Red would be able to find me pretty easily, so I went to the Alibi room and convinced the Miknar to let me use it."

"That was nice of him," Dawn said brightly, until she thought about it. "Oh."

"That was a very clever move," Giles told his Slayer.

"Thanks dad," she said, a little hurt that he sounded so surprised. "I guess this leaves us only one place to go, huh?"

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Xander was impressed; not even on his best day could he make a mess like this. The small bedsit room was littered with clothes; they draped the chair, the bed and almost succeeded in hiding the floor completely. The sink and draining board were straining under the weight of unwashed dishes and some of the pans on top of the cooker looked like they had evolved into rudimentary life forms.

The curtains were drawn to blot out the daylight and the whole room smelled slightly animal.

"Gotta say I love what you have done with the place, Ru."

The small, sleazy blonde was stood rather awkwardly in the centre of the circle of friends. She was dressed only in a skimpy pair of panties and a tattered black tee shirt. In fact, almost all the clothes that could be seen were tattered and torn. Ru looked out from under the long fringe of her blonde bob. She had a naturally pouty look on her face and her bee-stung lips were devastatingly inviting. She flashed Xander a 'fuck you' smile and turned back to Faith.

"So why come to me? Anya has already been here looking for you. She was kinda weird, but it's hard to tell with her."

"We need a place to take a breather." The Slayer jerked a thumb at Tara who looked almost comical in her ankle length white nightgown, even though all the bandages could be seen through the almost translucent material. "Injured. If she has already been here, so much the better."

"Is Oz not home?" Dawn asked.

The quick flash in Veruca's eyes seemed to hint that Oz's absence was a sore point, but she answered civilly enough. "No. The Dingoes got a gig in L.A."

"I thought they let you sing with them sometimes?"

"They do, but let's just say that Devon MacLeish and I have some difficulties getting on."

"Why?"

"Because he's an insufferable prick and I hate pricks."

"That's not the rumour I heard," Xander said, before he could help himself.

When Ru swivelled her eyes onto him, he felt the glare of the predator inside her and an icy chill gripped him. Back-pedalling, he tried to change the subject to something less focused on him. "How long has Oz been gone?" He remembered from college that Oz had his own relaxed style, but the stocky man had never been untidy. For the room to get this bad Xander assumed that the little man must have been gone for the last fortnight.

"Four days, but he's due back sometime today," Ru said, once more turning back to Faith. The two women got along far too well for most of the Scooby gang's liking. Maybe the free-spirited warrior in Faith saw common ground with the untamed wildness of the beast within Veruca. "Okay, you can crash here, but keep the noise down. I've only just got to bed and I get pissed off if I don't get my den rest."

"How did all your clothes get ruined, Ru?" Dawn asked. She was the only other one of the Scoobies who actually liked the rebellious werewolf.

"Kinda hard to keep the stuff brand new when it gets torn from your body every night."

"But you only change into the wolf three nights a month, don't you?"

"Who said it had anything to do with the werewolf?"

Beside Dawn, Tara turned crimson, Giles looked uncomfortable and Faith grinned.

"Way to go Oz," Xander mumbled in respectful awe.

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"But Buffy," Willow said, pouting slightly. "The mistress wants us to put all our efforts into finding the others."

The blonde Slayer sat down with a shrug. "So? Who gives a fuck what she wants?"

Willow's eyes widened in surprise. Anya also seemed shocked, but as usual, was more immediate about it. "Did you just swear?" She turned to glance at Willow, "Did she just swear?" After receiving an unbelieving nod, Anya turned back to Buffy. "You never swear! What is wrong with you?"

"What makes you think anything is wrong?" Buffy smirked, putting her feet up on the research table. Pressing with her heels, she tilted her chair back so that it balanced on its two rear legs as she cupped her hands behind her head. "I am just getting sick of doing what I'm told. Especially by that Marilyn Manson wannabe." A questioning frown crossed her beautiful face, "Is it hot in here?"

"We have to do what the dark mistress wants..." Willow tried, once more.

"No, we don't, Will. Why should we? After all, I'm the Slayer; you're a badass Wicca and Anya's a scary... well... Anya."

"I think it's the essence," Anya told Willow, from where she was sat on the Magic Box's sales counter.

"Getting stronger, you mean?" The redhead looked thoughtful and then nodded. "Could be."

Buffy rocked her chair. "Who're playin' at the Bronze, Will? Are Dingoes Ate My Baby? I'm kinda in the mood to party."

"Perhaps because it is mixing with Slayer blood it is getting too strong for the mistress to control," Willow continued to Anya, ignoring Buffy.

"Or maybe we could go to the Fishtank. Or even the Alibi rooms, if we just wanna get pissed."

"Buffy, please!" Willow scolded, definitely not used to her friend's language.

"Oh relax, poopyhead. I am just so jazzed up, you know?"

"What d'ya mean?"

"I dunno. Tingly. Hot. Very hot, as a matter of fact, but also the good hot. Horny. Thirsty. I want to dance and chug beers and fuck like a bunny..." She chuckled as she twirled a lock of blonde hair between her fingers, "Maybe that should be fuck like a Buffy."

"Well you can't have Xander," Anya informed her, trying desperately to rid her mind of the nightmare of bunny sex.

"Could if I wanna," Buffy said lightly, meeting her stare.

"Oh no you couldn't."

"Yes, I could."

"Oh no you couldn't."

"Guys!" Willow interrupted. "Pantomime this later. For now, let's just do what the mistress wants, okay?"

"No," Buffy said, standing. "I'm gonna go and get laid." Her eyes slid back to Anya's, challengingly. "And if the lucky guy happens to be Xander..."

Willow stepped between them. "Okay, that's one idea, but how about we turn the others first?"

"Nope, I wanna go dancing."

"Buffy, you can't go dancing at the Bronze," Willow said, putting on her 'resolve' face.

"Give me one good reason why."

"It's nine o'clock in the morning."

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"Summers' sister is one tough little bitch!" Ruth cursed. She settled herself down on the floor, shaking her arms to loosen her body a little, then took several deep breaths and began to gather the magic around herself.

It was amazing!

Before, she had felt the flow of mystic energy as a very light tingle, hardly perceived even when she was concentrating her hardest. Now it was completely different. If she compared it to water, the normal feel was like a slow drip from a leaky tap, but now, with the aid of the Machina Demonica, it felt like she was stood directly in the path of a water cannon! Magic surged through every fibre of her body and she knew - just knew - that she could not be matched by anybody.




Buffy & The Four Ch. 03



Through the essence of Hate, which she was deliberately keeping in check so that the girls did not go wild and destructive, she could sense the women's heartbeats, their feelings, their thoughts.

It was such a rush!

Power like this was unbelievable and it left her laughing with joy. Even so, she had to really focus to pull Buffy back from the brink of rebellion and slip her back into the submissive place she needed to be. It was proving far more difficult than she had hoped to subdue the wills of these three particular women.

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The group were all sat in a rough circle on the hastily cleared floor of the small room.

"Right. Any suggestions?" Faith seemed to have taken over Buffy's role of group leader. Giles did not appear to mind in the least, even showing signs of a little pride as she lost the reckless streak and selflessly assumed the burden.

"Buffy said something about a 'dark mistress'," Dawn remembered.

"That will help," Giles noted. "At least we can focus our efforts on female adversaries. It is looking more likely that the Daughters of Gaia are involved."

"I am sure that they are possessed by something tangible," Tara stated.

"Really?" the Watcher asked, very interested. "As opposed to something more magical? Why do you say that?"

When the entire group turned their attention to her, she lost her confidence, ducked her head and gave them a nervous half-smile. "I..I s..s..saw the way B..Buffy's hands changed and all that black stuff came out. Did anyone else?"

"I got a close up in fist-o-vision," Faith grumbled.

"Yes, of course!" Giles gasped, so loud that all the group except Faith ducked and cast a worried glance to the slumbering form of Ru. She was tangled in the sheets of the bed, restless even when asleep. "A metamorphic parasitic substance!"

"Nice example of your mega-brain vocabulary, G-man, but I think the rest of us are going to need you to say it in English."

"There are basically two types of possession. The most common is when a spirit or soul enters the victim and just usurps control of the body."

"Do you think Buffy is a Hyena, then?" Xander asked, looking worried. "'Cos I gotta say, not a good thing."

"No, this is different. When the Hyena souls took over you, Kyle, Tor, Rhonda and Heidi, you became primal spirits; possessed by animal. Veruca here," he gestured toward the sleeping woman on the bed, "is a variation of a primal spirit. Except in the werewolf, it is his or her animal nature coming to the fore rather than man being suppressed by an animal's will."

"You said there were two types of possession," Dawn reminded him. If Giles was not kept on track in his discussions he would often lecture for ages on a tangent to the topic he started with.

"Quite. The other is for the sorcerer, or witch, to use a tool to facilitate the possession."

Xander nudged Faith. "He's using the big words again. Make him stop."

"Most commonly," the Watcher continued, ignoring the young man, "it will be a device like an amulet, a crystal or a ring. However, there have been instances of meta..." Seeing the glassy look drop over their eyes, he simplified his explanation. "Sometimes a living liquid can be used to suffuse the host's body and take control."

"Ew!" Dawn voiced for the group. "Why?"

"Well that too is twofold. One, if it has a rudimentary sentience, it can sense the victim and also when to attack. Things like amulets and rings need the victim actually to put them on, whereas a living entity can choose its host, or even pursue him. Two, because it is alive, it can support emotion. This makes it quite potent. Emotions are at the core of our being and we access different ones for our behaviour. According to Mystical theologians, there is no question that the most powerful emotion of all is love. After that you have hate and then fear and so on."

"So love really does makes the world go round," Xander quipped.

Again, Giles ignored him. "If imbued with an emotive content the liquid becomes far stronger, but it does require vast magical skill to do something like that. Whatever emotion is used will influence the behaviour of the victim - love will lead to them becoming romantic, sexual and loving, hate to destructive, violent and rebellious, fear to..."

"You're talking about an essence, aren't you?" Tara said, suddenly catching on.

"It seems most likely to me," he confirmed.

"What's an essence?" Dawn said, glancing from the young witch to the Watcher.

"Usually it is made from the blood of the witch," Tara explained. "I have heard of it being things like water or tree sap or the tears of a virgin, though blood is definitely the most effective. Blood is life and in the mystical realms that is powerful."

"So would it help to know what emotion is its base?" Dawn asked.

"I'm guessing from the way Buffy went Norman Bates when she used me for a punchbag it's not something fluffy like love or happiness," Faith said, sourly.

"I don't know enough about the lore for such possession to be able to tell you how we could end it," Giles admitted, filled with the feeling that he had let them all down by his lack of knowledge on the subject. After all, knowledge was a Watcher's primary function in his partnership with the Slayer.

When the group turned to look at Tara, she shook her head also. "It is an area that requires far more power than I have. I try to study such things to help Willow, but she would never wish to possess someone, so it was an something I didn't concentrate on."

"Then how are we going to find out what we need to know?" Dawn asked.

"Darn it!" Xander sighed. "I knew I shoulda listened to that door-to-door salesman when he said that encyclopaedia had everything in it I could possibly want to know."

"All the books that I would need are in the Magic Box," Giles answered her. "Without doubt, Buffy and the others will be keeping a close eye on there for us and so it is far too risky to try to gain entry."

"I'll do it," Faith said, standing up.

"No," Giles said firmly. "It is too dangerous, even for you. We need another way."

"Which is?"

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Gohnarth blinked as his vision altered back to just from his two eyes, instead of the eight belonging to the tiny spider in the corner of the ceiling in Ru's bedsit.

"It seems that the present Watcher is quite adept at his job," the Elder demon mused.

He was talking to Azaroth, but there were others nearby, also. A couple of Hagna demons were knelt at the edge of his slime pool, awaiting his grace to deliver their report on the running of the Machina Demonica; a small Samarlis fiend sat nearby, licking its own genitalia; three Freylaks dragged a screaming Hopnarth toward the feeding pits and, in the distant shadows of the great throne room, a huge Darkling tirelessly kept guard.

"Will the human interfere with our plans, master?" Azaroth asked.

"Perhaps. It seems likely, but is of no consequence, though. Even now, the Daughters are beginning to lose control over their puppets. The Slayer is slipping loose and the other two will follow soon; Ruth used far too much Hate in her spell."

"Maybe you should send the witch a message to tell her," the large demon suggested.

"What, and spoil the fun of watching her frustration? I think not. Ruth is a very determined young female and quite capable of sorting out this problem. Then again, if the Slayer's group does stop the Daughters, I win that way too because it just means I get the girl's soul so much quicker."

"May I use her too, this time, milord?"

Gohnarth grinned and revealed his needle-like teeth. "Oh, I think when she comes to settle her payment, every servant I have should take a turn." His hissing laughter filled the room and sent chills through the bodies of all who heard it.

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"Are you really sure about this, Mr Giles?" Tara whispered, as they both knelt and drew the circles and triangles needed for the binding. The whole group of fugitives, minus Xander, had descended to the basement in the apartment building where Veruca lived before being given their own tasks to do by the Watcher.

"I am open to suggestion if you can think of another way," he answered as he chalked a sigil inside the north point. He had to blink to clear his eyes; he had been getting a headache and the throbbing in his neck seemed to be spreading. It did not worry him for some reason, it was just uncomfortable.

The young witch sat back on her heels for a moment. "Imps are the original liars and purveyors of deceit. How can we trust it?"

"That, we must never do. However, we still need to gain the information."

"Do you think we can find a way to convince it to tell the truth?"

"I have a couple of methods in mind. Have you committed the ceremony to memory?"

"Yes. It's a variant of a blessing ceremony we use for Gaia."

"It is? What blessing is... No, tell me later, best to concentrate on one thing at once."

"According to most of the texts I have read, imps usually require dreadful bargains to gain their compliance and help."

"Yes."

"What should I do if it requires one of me?"

"What you must. Remember, this is our only way to help Buffy, Anya and Willow."

"Then I will m..meet his b..bargain," she stuttered, her nervousness showing in her speech. For a woman who could wield such magic, Tara was unusually self-conscious and timid. In fact, only her love for Willow seemed to negate it. As she changed her red chalk for a white piece, the young witch readjusted the bandage wrapped around the back of her hand and her palm. "Where do you suppose Faith will find some parchment made from the dried skin of a Vahrall demon?"

"I have no idea. We have one sheet at the shop, but she cannot go there."

Tara frowned. "And why do you suppose she insisted on taking Veruca with her?"

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"I don't like this."

"You said."

"I'm better suited to hunting during a full moon."

"Yeah, you said that too."

Ru gave the Slayer a black look and continued through the trees. "You haven't said why I'm doing this."

"Because I told you to," Faith replied, hardly paying attention. Her senses were almost fully occupied taking in her surroundings. Her eyes scanned the woods around them, noting every small movement of branch and leaf, while her ears listened to the sounds of a wary forest. It had been a couple of minutes since she had heard birdsong and so she knew something was close as they waded through the waist high bracken. "Still following the scent?"

"Yes." The surly blonde thrust her hands into the deep pockets of her ankle length black leather coat. "It went this way."

"Just 'cos it went that way, don't mean that that is the way it will come when we find it," the Slayer warned, narrowing her eyes on a squirrel that suddenly fled from a tree about thirty feet ahead of them and to the right. "It may know you're tracking it."

"Well, duh! Every beast for a mile knows we're coming; you stomp through the undergrowth like a bull elephant. The noise you make has surely given us away."

"And your whinging hasn't?"

"I didn't start making a sound until your clumsy blundering had alerted everything in the forest. Don't you know anything about hunting?"

"Sure. When I hunt it ends in violence and then the quarry's death."

The blonde got a wistful look upon her face, "Yeah. I miss that."

Faith stopped and hooked her thumbs into the belt loops of her denim jeans. "Miss hunting humans?"

"Every day," the singer admitted, not getting the sarcasm. "The thrill of the chase; the screams as my claws shred flesh; the gurgles; the taste... Oh the taste! Oz doesn't know how hard it is."

Snorting her disgust, Faith restarted following the lycanthrope. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted some ferns around the base of the squirrel tree moving in a way not caused by a breeze. She acted nonchalant, not showing that she had seen.

"So, is Oz a good fuck? I noticed that he is rather blessed in a certain department when we fought Mobadon and Spike."

Veruca turned around so that she was walking backward as she grinned from ear to ear. "He's amazing! The guy can go all night! And he is pretty good when he is the wolf too."

"Urgh. Too much information, Ru." As she spoke, she saw the blonde motion with her eyes over to the twitching ferns. The Slayer winked to show that she had also noticed.

"Does Oz chain you up?"

"Sometimes, when I ask him to. I like a little S and M."

"I actually meant when you're the wolf, but tell me more anyway."

"Oh. When it's a full moon we lock ourselves in his cage. The chains are only used for sex games."

"Isn't the talisman that you keep fondling working?"

"Huh?" Veruca glanced down at her wrist and seemed to notice the little clay disk hanging from the cord wrapped there for the first time. "Oh, this? It helps. But chaining the wolf takes far more than just this little thing. There's meditation, chanting and herb drinks, all surrounding the desire not to change. I tend to struggle with that last bit and so the whole thing is not usually successful." She shrugged. "So for the three nights of the moon, I get put in the cage. Oz doesn't need to join me, but he usually does."

As they chatted, they walked with seemingly little destination, however, they did alter course to take them past the place where the ferns had moved. When they got close enough, the Vahrall demon leapt out to attack.

Like all its species, it did so in silence. For a Vahrall, it seemed pretty average; being about six and a half foot tall and powerfully muscled. Its skin was a dark green and covered in small but thick scales. Its hands had inch-long yellow fingernails and the yellow in them was matched by the colour of the fat porcupine quills that jutted from the back of its head instead of hair. Its mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth and above that it had two bright red eyes. Between those eyes, there was a small stub of horn that rose about an inch from its forehead. The creature was dressed in dark brown sackcloth pants and wore a sheepskin jerkin.

It was totally shocked that the two young women just slipped apart so that it landed between them. Ru calmly walked backward out of the way to give Faith room to manoeuvre as she exploded into action, spinning into a roundhouse kick while she danced away from the creature's attack. Her foot struck the Vahrall in the chest and it felt like she had slammed a brick wall.

"You know, it would help my ego if you could at least pretend that hurt," she bantered, as she ducked its vicious talons and hammered punch after punch into its padded chest. On instinct, she bent backward and felt the breeze of its return punch as it whistled past her chin. Going with the motion, she reached back over her head, placed her hands on the mossy ground and kicked the beast twice in the face as she cartwheeled away.

Silently, the demon followed and rushed right into an uppercut that knocked it off its feet as the Slayer reversed course and lunged forward. When it hit the ground, the beast drove a foot into Faith's gut to force her back and then flipped upright.

"Are you going to make it show us where it keeps the parchment, or play with it?" Ru jibbed as she folded her arms over her breasts and leant against a tree.

The demon unleashed a punch that was destined to powder bone when it hit. This time, instead of dodging away, Faith stepped forward inside the arc of its reach. One forearm stopped the demon's swing dead and her other hand closed like a vice on its other wrist. Grappled like that, the fiend could not retreat when she blasted her knee into its groin and the Vahrall doubled up. Which, although not strictly a choice, was a bad move because Faith's headbutt crashed into its nose with a loud crunch. The Vahrall staggered backward as the Slayer reached around her back and withdrew a deadly combat knife from the waistband of her jeans.

It was her pride and joy; a thing of beauty, with gleaming steel and a double blade. Before the demon could stop tottering, she was upon it and plunged the weapon straight into its heart. The creature lifelessly crashed to the ground, making the waist high bracken ripple outward, looking like a pond with a stone thrown in.

"Great!" Ru groaned. "We track the only thing that could show us where we can find some of that parchment and you kill it! Way to go, Slayer."

Faith ignored her, bent over the carcass and yanked it over onto its face. After slicing off its jerkin, she cut a large rectangular piece of skin from its back. Standing, she used the edge of the knife to scrape the gore and flesh from the underside of the skin, then flashed a devilish grin at the perplexed werewolf.

"Got a hair dryer at your place?"

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"The thing is, I kinda like Summers, you know?"

Jody nodded.

"She's still nice to me, even after what we did to her guy pal. What's-his-name... Xander," Mary told her.

They were walking through the crowded pathways at Sunnydale University, books clasped to their breasts. Although they were heading against the main flow of people, somehow the throng seemed to part around them; nobody wanted to attract the attention of these two Goths. There was just something about them that set them apart and made the other students unconsciously wary.

It was nothing to do with the fact that they were dressed identical with black silk blouses; black miniskirts; knee high black lace-up boots; their wrists almost hidden by a mass of bangles, from the plain leather straps to fancy silver loops; their eyes heavily shrouded in dark purple eyeshadow, their lips with black lipstick and their fingernails with black nail polish. What set these two girls apart was something more ethereal; they just seemed to give off an air of 'mess with me and you'll be sorry'.

"He was a good fuck too, wasn't he?"

"Ahuh," Jody grinned. "Even though he did think we were Summers and friends."

Mary paused hugging her books tighter as she frowned. "I think Ruth has lost it, Jodes. She can't see anything else other than her revenge for Megan."

Jody stopped and turned to stare at her friend. "You trying to say you wanna quit? Cause, hello? Ruth would be seriously P O'd about it."

Mary looked into Jody's eyes, searching for a moment, then sighed and shook her head. "No, that's not what I want. I just hate it that that Willow chick gave us a second chance and it looks like we're gonna blow it."

Jody laughed as they started to walk again. "Kinda think we did that when we used the essence of Hate to possess Summers' sister, the witch and the shop girl."

Mary nodded. "Do you think that once the whole group are under the influence of the Hate, and therefore us, Ruth will be satisfied?"

"No way. She wants blood for what happened to Meg. I think she is gonna do something really bad to Summers' sister Buffy and that Willow gal."

They strolled through the grounds, heading for their class. Neither noticed that they were being followed or that Xander had gotten close enough to hear what they had said.

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Dawn was sitting impatiently at the back of the room, watching Giles help Tara rehearse the invocation to summon an imp when Faith and Ru returned.

"This do ya?" the Slayer asked, handing Giles a large piece of skin.

The Watcher made a disgusted face as he examined it. "This is hardly parchment. In fact, it hasn't been cured at all. Where did you get it?"

"Wal-Mart. Next dumb question?"

The Watcher blinked patiently through his spectacles until Faith sighed. "Ru tracked a Vahrall, I slayed. Will it do?"

"Well, in theory, yes. It is Vahrall skin and it is dry enough for Tara to write the compact upon it, but it is not quite what I had in mind."

"Good. Over to you, Blondie." The Chosen and Ru walked across to Dawn and sat down with their backs to the wall and their elbows resting on their knees.




Buffy & The Four Ch. 03



Giles straightened. "Now, it is vital that you all understand. On no account must you disturb Tara or speak to the imp. No matter what, you must not cross into the circle, understood? The consequences of trying would be very bad. Very bad indeed."

Tara gingerly took the skin from Giles and smoothed it out on the floor so that the top end of it touched the apex of the chalk triangle. The triangle had a circle about six feet across drawn inside it, touching each plane. Tara lit the three black candles she had positioned and then sat down cross-legged before the parchment, facing the circle.

When Giles had joined the others at the back of the room, she began her chant.

"Hecate, receive this plea and look favourably upon me. Grant me your protection and bless this symbol with your power. Seal this room from the reach of the abyss. Lock this time from the key of the eternal. Bind the infernal within your light."

As she chanted, the young witch drew symbols in the air before her with two stiff fingers. On the word "light", she cast a pinch of sulphur into the flame of the nearest candle. It was consumed in a blaze and a tiny ball of foul-smelling, yellowish smoke drifted upward.

"Hecate, guide my call into the Abyss. Focus my words on the ears of those I seek. With your will and might, pull the veil apart. Hecate, do this on the treaty of your servant, do this at the behest of your daughter."

Holding a finger over a small jar of ink, Tara pricked it with a needle and squeezed three drops of her blood out. Picking up the sharpened stick Dawn had fetched earlier, she used it as a substitute quill and began to write after dipping it into the ink. 

"Creature of knowledge, creature of temptation, appear to me." As she spoke, she drew sigils and runes onto the skin. It served well enough. "Little nightwing, come. Tiny fiend, hark. This woman bids you trade, this woman seeks your council."

Bowing her head, Tara flicked her hand toward the circle so that a small amount of her blood spattered across it. Then she waited. After about three seconds, the blood began to sizzle and boil. A jet of yellow gas sprang up in the exact centre of the circle, about four feet from the witch, and spouted a foot high.

As the gas appeared, the chalk outline of the circle began to emit a red glow. When the gas cloud had billowed out and dispersed, a small demon was left in its place.

The creature was human looking, except for pointed ears, bat wings and coal-black skin. It was about six inches tall and had a wingspan of about a foot. With unnaturally slow wingbeats, it hovered two foot off the floor and stared into Tara's eyes.

"You are brave witch, to call upon one as mighty as I."

Dawn did not take her gaze off the imp, but leant closer to Giles. "Is he for real? Mighty? I've got dolls bigger than him," she whispered.

"Don't make the mistake of assuming size and power are the same thing, they are not." He kept his voice as low as hers, "Imps may look harmless but they are vicious little monsters that drink the misery of those who invoke them."

"I am Tara MaClay. I summoned you to hear my request and grant me your wisdom."

The imp responded in the formal manner. "I am Oswald Bull. I bow to your request for an audience. Tell me your plight child."

Tara put her finger down to the bottom of the skin she had written on and rubbed her blood upon it. The invocation aspect of the spell completed, she sighed and folded her hands on her lap. The imp shook itself as the thrall of the calling wore off and it hissed in anger.

"You dare to summon me?! Foolish mortal, you know not that which you have done."

"Three of my friends are possessed and I wish to know h..how to free them," Tara stated.

"H..how?" the imp mimicked. "Cluck, cluck little chicken. Why do you waste my time, girl?"

"Three of my friends are possessed and I wish to know how t..to free them," Tara repeated.

"Stubborn little mouse, aren't you? I eat mice, don't you know? What can you possibly offer me in return for the bounty of my knowledge?"

This was not going as Tara had hoped. The imp seemed to think she was not worthy of trading with and she was unsure of what to do next. Trying to calm herself, she restarted the compact. "I am Tara MaClay. I summoned you to hear my request and grant me your wisdom."

This time, however, the imp was not bound to respond in kind. "I am Oswald Bull. Go away little bird before my wrath scalds you!" With that, the fluttering little demon swooped toward her, but when it got above with the glowing chalk it was repulsed as if it had hit a solid wall.

"Well done, witch! Your spell is strong. Now free me or suffer the consequences."

"N..not until you tell me what I want to know," she replied, a hard edge to her voice. The imp raised a surprised eyebrow and then grinned.

"Okay. What is it you require, again?"

"You know what I require. How do I gain the freedom of my friends? How do I harmlessly remove that which possesses Buffy, Willow and Anya?"

Giles shifted a little. "That was clever," he whispered to the three young women. "She included harmlessly into the compact. If she had not, then it is just like an imp to give her a method that would kill Buffy and the others."

"So it is three lives you wish to save, Wicca?"

"Yes."

"What price would you pay for this?"

"Anything. What do you ask?"

"I think one life for three is a good bargain. Sell me your soul and I will give you the information to save your friends."

"Damn!" Giles hissed.

"She can't do that, can she?" Dawn gasped, looking at the Englishman to allay her fears.

"Now that he has stated a price, she must either agree or decline. The imp has manoeuvred her into letting him set the conditions of the compact. It's my fault, I should have told her the exact words to use to prevent this!"

Tara bowed her head as she considered her options. She had none. If she agreed, Willow would be saved. Swallowing, she lifted her head, "Oka..."

"WAIT!" Giles stood. "Demon, we will not let her give you what you ask for. Tell us what we wish to know!"

Ru whispered to Dawn, "Wasn't he the one who told us to be quiet and not interfere?"

The hovering demon screwed its face up and spat in Giles' direction. "You are nothing, human. What impudence to speak to me! For that, I will add suffering to the witch's bargain. She will pay for your folly."

"She will not!" Giles strode forward until he stood by Tara's shoulder. The imp flew higher so that it was eye to eye with the Watcher. Giles looked livid. "You will tell us what we want to know or YOU will pay the price for that!"

"Ha! What foolishness. You cannot coax me with idle threats. I have far more power than you can imagine. If it were not for me being bound within this circle, you would all be in torment already. So don't waste your useless threats on me, human, and be thankful that neither human nor demon can cross these boundaries!"

Giles took off his spectacles and polished them on the hem of his waistcoat as he became so calm it seemed menacing. "You are correct that humans and demons cannot cross that boundary. However," he turned to the women at the back of the room. "Faith? Would you be so kind as to go in there and introduce yourself?"

"Now you're talkin'," she growled. "About fucking time we did things my kind of way."

Quickly, she strode forward and crossed into the mystic circle. Almost. Unlike the imp, who was repelled fully, she penetrated part of the circle before it flared with brighter light. She yelped in agony at the nerve searing pain and jerked backward. "Fuck!"

The imp seemed amazed that she had been able to even partly enter the circle, but he found her pain hysterical. Faith scowled at the uncontrolled laughter and glanced to Giles. He was stood emotionless to her failure.

"Enter the circle," he told her.

Taking a deep breath the Slayer set herself and then rushed forward. Half her body made it through, but the magic boundary flashed and threw her across the room. She screamed as she skidded across the floor, and began to flap her hand to try to get rid of the searing pain coursing through her arm. "OW! Fucking hell, Giles!"

"Again."

"What?! No way!"

"Again."

"Are you crazy? That fuckin' hurts! And I'm not kiddin' either. I can take my share of pain, but that is something special."

"So it is. Now cross into the circle."

She picked herself up and glared daggers at her Watcher. He stood impassively, seemingly not bothered by her pain.

This time, the barrier flung her onto her back, gasping and crying in agony.

"Giles! Stop it!" Dawn begged, horror on her face.

The Englishman looked down at the Slayer. "Get up and do as you are told."

Her vision dancing, her blood roaring in her ears, Faith rolled on her side and coughed raggedly in awe at the unbelievable pain. "Jesus."

The room was silent apart from the demon's laughter.

Terribly slowly, the brunette raised herself to her hands and knees, and then wavered to her feet. "Giles, I can't..." she said, weakly.

"Do it."

This time, the look she gave him was one of hurt. She had thought he cared for her a little more than he obviously did. "You wouldn't keep asking Buffy to suffer that."

"No," he said, flatly. "She would have done what I asked on the first attempt."

Faith's look of betrayal at his words was echoed by Dawn's shocked gasp.

The imp was struggling to regain its composure. "Ha ha ha! What a stupid human you are! This man tells you to do something and you do it? Why?"

Faith twisted her eyes to the little fiend and set her jaw. "Because he's my Watcher." She lowered her shoulder and dashed forward. When she struck the barrier, it flared again and assailed her with further all-consuming agony, but this time she burst through and skidded to a halt in the middle of the circle. Now she was inside, the pain ripping through her veins was less, but still almost unbearable.

"You can't do that, you're human!" the small thing gasped in astonishment. He flew sideways, but not quick enough to avoid her grasp.

"I can do anything I want," she replied through gritted teeth. "I may be human, but I'm also a Slayer. Now, Batfink, do you sing or do I squeeze?"

Its body only just long enough for its head to jut out of her fist, the imp shrieked, "Wait! I'll tell, I'll tell!"

"Well you can start by giving us your real name," Giles said pleasantly, as he replaced his spectacles.

"I told you already. It's Oswald Bull!"

At a glance from the Watcher, Faith gave a gentle squeeze.

"I'm telling you the truth! My name is Oswald Bull!"

Veruca turned to Dawn. "Why is his name so important?"

"Names have power, I think," the teenager replied. "If Tara knows its real name, she can use it in any of a dozen spells. Anything from a summons to a death spell, I suppose."

Giles nodded to Faith and the Slayer applied a little more pressure. The demon screamed until she slackened her grip enough for it to breathe. "Why do you not believe me?" it wheedled.

"How stupid do you think I am?" Giles asked. "I know imps like to play games, but you're not very good at it, are you? Honestly, Oswald Bull? Ossie is short for Oswald, is it not? So that makes you Ossie Bull. Imp Ossie Bull. I mean, really! Is that the best you could do? Now we will try the truth, shall we?"

Faith squeezed to let the imp know what his future held if he did not obey. She prayed he would start talking, because she was not sure how much longer she could stand the intense pain inside the red light of the circle.

"Okay, okay!" he finally squealed. "My real name is Penk. Satisfied?"

For a long moment, Giles studied the terrified creature before deciding that this time it was telling the truth. "Okay, Penk. Now you know that we can punish you severely anytime we wish to with that information, don't you?"

"Yes," it said, sadly.

"So tell us what we want to know."

The imp opened its mind to the ether and let its magic work. "You wish to know how to remove the possession from the individuals named Buffy Anne Summers, Willow Rosenberg and Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins. That will not be easy; they are consumed by the essence of Hate."

"Christina Emmanuella?" Ru sniggered.

"You're one to talk about funny names, VERUCA," Dawn giggled. "Anyway, Anya changes her name nearly as often as she changes the style and colour of her hair."

Giles paced back and forth. "Who did this?"

"Ruth Gordon with the aid of her coven, who call themselves The Daughters of Gaia."

Dawn gasped, despite the fact that they had already suspected the teen witches. "Even though Buffy left them alone after that business with The Spirit of Oak? Those bitches! That's the last time I lend Mary my calculator, I'll tell you!"

"Isn't creating an essence beyond their abilities?" Tara asked Penk.

"Normally yes. But Ruth has gained a powerful ally in Gohnarth. He is artificially feeding her power by way of the Machina Demonica."

"The Machina Demonica!" Giles murmured. "I thought it was a myth. Can it really be used in such a way?"

"Yes," the imp said, smugly. "Even now, it channels magical power across the dimensions and into Ruth Gordon."

"Who's this Gonads dude?" Faith asked Giles.

"Gohnarth. He is one of the Elder demons. We had already decided that he was involved, somehow, because of the Hagna demons that attacked you and Buffy. There are very few references to him, but they all agree that he is deadly. Around the time that the purebred demons left Earth's dimension, legend has it that Gohnarth built his infernal machine. Supposedly, he uses it to lure victims to him and then takes his entertainment from them. To be honest, I always assumed the bit about a mystical/mechanical machine was an exaggeration, but it seems not."

"So, without him, the Daughters of Gaia would be back to their old wanna-blessed-be status and not super witches?"

"Yes, I suppose so," the Englishman nodded.

"In that case, how do I get to Gohnarth and slay him?"

"You cannot. Gohnarth is ancient and wise. If my memory serves me right, the texts claim he sealed his dimension with a spell that allows only him to open the gates. We could complete the rituals to gain his notice, but he will only appear if he wants to. And I should imagine that he knows all about us and so is unlikely to invite us into his lair."

"There must be a way, Giles."

"Somehow, yes. But I cannot think what that is. Penk, how can we stop the Machina Demonica from feeding power to Ruth?"

"Break it," the imp replied, simply.

The Englishman hissed in frustration, but rephrased his question. "How can we get into Gohnarth's dimension to break the Machina Demonica?"

"You can only do that when the machine is in operation. The mystic energy it is directing leaves a pinprick hole in the fabric of the dimension wall as it passes through; you can get in by way of that."

"How?" he asked, reigning in all the patience he could.

"It needs the hole to be widened enough for you to pass through. To do this you need a very powerful witch or the combined efforts of a large coven. The only one who could do it single-handed would be Willow Rosenberg."

Giles sagged. "This is the chicken and the egg! We need to break the Machina Demonica to free Willow, and we need a free Willow to help us break the machine!"

The imp sniggered quietly, but Faith heard it and squeezed harder. "What? What are you laughing at?"

"ARGH! Stop, stop! I'll tell, I'll tell!" When she relented, the demon did as he claimed. "I did not say that you needed to destroy the Machina Demonica to free your friends."

"Yes, you did!" Giles snapped.

"No, I didn't. You asked me how Ruth Gordon got the power to summon the essence and I told you. Then you asked me how you could stop it feeding power to the witch. What you want to know is how you can free Willow Rosenberg and the others from the possessive power of the essence of Hate."

"Well?"

"You need to counter each one with the correct token of love."

"Stop stretching this out and just tell us as simply as you can what we need!"

"Each girl is infected with what is essentially liquid hate. A side effect is that each victim now serves those who created it, the Daughters of Gaia, but basically you need an antidote. The antidote to hate is love. What you need to do is use an essence of Love to counter the essence of Hate."

"How can we create an essence of Love?"

"The blessing rite of Aphrodite will alter the raw material into a pure essence."

"Okay, what material?"

"The fruit of an act of love."

"Oh, I see."

"I don't understand," Dawn said, looking to Giles for an explanation.

"According to the imp, we need to create the opposite of what was used to infect Buffy, Willow and Anya. Basically, what we need is semen to bless."

Dawn's face slowly turned to one of dismay and disgust as his words sunk in. "You mean magic cum, don't you?"

"Not quite, but you're near enough."

"Why does it always have to be cum?"

"Well, ahem, semen is the very essence of life, so to speak. All magic takes its root in life energy to some extent. A magic user essentially jump starts a spell with some of their own life essence; that is why a witch gets tired the more magic she uses. However, some spells require ingredients and one of the most powerful is semen."

"So then you just get it like we did to summon Ko-lan The Seer, huh?"

"No," the imp interrupted. "For it to be transformed into the essence of love, it needs to be spilled during the act and mingled with the juice of a woman to become the fruit of love."

"Did I just hear right?" Ru asked. "We need a ritual that involves having sex and then blessing the goo afterwards?"

"Eloquently put," Giles sighed.

Faith gasped, the wrenching pain of the magic barrier wearing her down. As she did so, her hand tightened a little on the imp, who yelped and assumed it was a goad to gain more information. "There is more master," he cried. "To increase the chances of success, you must use the fruit from someone who loves the person you are trying to cure. If both love the intended recipient of the potion, the chances of a cure are increased tenfold."

"Let me get this straight," Faith said. "We need to get two people who love Buffy to fuck each other, collect the cum afterward and then get Tara to bless it?"

"Yes, mistress," the imp nodded.

Faith glanced at Giles. His lips firmed into a tight line as he considered all this. "Is there no other way?"

"Not available to you. A Gugguk could mate with them and the essence of Hate would migrate into it, but it takes a year to awaken a Gugguk."

"Very helpful," the Watcher sighed, sarcastically. "You may go, now."

Faith released the little demon and it fluttered away before giving her the finger and vanishing in a cloud of sulphur. As soon as it was gone, the Slayer staggered back out of the circle and collapsed to the floor. Giles rushed to her side and gently took hold of her arm, "Are you okay?"

"Five by five," she winced. "Fuck that hurt!"

"I am sorry to have had to ask you to do it."

"That's what we do, isn't it? You command and I obey."

A rueful smile appeared on both their faces as Giles chuckled, "In theory."

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"Show me again."

Willow nodded and carefully repeated the gesture while Jody watched. The young girl brushed her jet-black bangs to the side and hooked them behind her ears. "And will it work?"

"Sure."

"Cool."

"What are you doing?" Mary asked as she slipped into the dorm room after her shower, a yellow towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. She was surprised to see that Jody was sat on the floor, huddled with the redheaded Wicca, while Kimberley was sat at the single desk with her school books open.




Buffy & The Four Ch. 04



NOTE: This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together.

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Reacting like lightning, Ru leapt onto Anya's back and clung on tightly with a chokehold. The demoness grasped a handful of her hair and tried to drag her over her shoulder, but the tenacious werewolf could not be dislodged. Trying another tactic, Anya spun in a circle, hoping to fling the girl from her back, but Ru just wrapped her legs around Anya's waist and adjusted her hold so that she now had one hand free to beat the woman about the head.

"Stop that!" the furious demon shrieked, between blows.

Veruca took no notice and continued to knock Anya's head left and right. Then, with a feral snarl, the sleazy little blonde pulled the demon's head to one side and sank her teeth into Anya's neck.

Heaving the door that now lay on top of her body to the side, Faith was just in time to roll sideways to avoid Buffy's stamping foot.

"Whoa, Bee! Take a chill pill, will ya!"

Reversing her roll, the brunette narrowly avoided the next stamping foot, and gained enough free space to flip to her feet.

"Hey, can't we talk about this?" she tried, hoping the banter would distract the possessed Slayer. It didn't and only a swift duck enabled her to avoid being decapitated by her girlfriend's sword.

"Buffy!" Willow snapped, angrily. "We're not supposed to kill them, just turn them!"

"Like I give a rat's ass what I'm supposed to be doing!" the blonde hissed, glancing back at the Wicca.

It was enough distraction for Faith to jump forward and snag both hands onto Buffy's sword arm. Giving a heavy yank downward, she slammed the arm into her rising knee and jarred the weapon loose. With a kick, she knocked it under the bed just as Buffy's other hand smacked a fist into her face.

Oz and Xander charged Willow. The witch only just managed to raise a hand in time and the two men bounced off a shimmering barrier like they were on bungee cords. "Easy, guys," she purred. "I always wanted you two to fight over me, not with me."

Giles kept himself between the possessed and Dawn and Tara. He instantly assessed the situation in the terms of who was the biggest threat. Normally, without question that would be Buffy, but Faith was here and the two Slayers were occupied with each other. He knew that under her own control Buffy would take Faith down, but while possessed she seemed to be too unfocused and angry to use her greater skill effectively and so the fight could go either way. That left only Anya and Willow to consider, and it really wasn't a contest; the witch's magic was too dangerous to ignore.

As Willow turned to deflect Oz and Xander, the Englishman snatched up the blanket from the bed, whirled it like a matador's cape, and flung it over the Wicca's head.

As he did so, he was also fighting a little voice inside that was telling him that it was stupid to try to incapacitate such a dangerous enemy, and a killing blow would be the better option. It was a nagging itch in the back of his mind, but it was growing louder and harder to ignore.

Buffy parried two kicks. "C'mon, Faith, let's settle this once and for all, okay?"

"Settle what?" the brunette gasped, blocking a blow to her stomach and then one to her head.

"Who's the better Slayer, of course," Buffy grinned, ducking a punch and driving a knee into her girlfriend's belly.

Faith doubled up, but still managed to turn away the hand that made a grab for her hair. Staggering backward, she whirled her arms to block blow after blow as Buffy advanced. "You've got a real chip on your shoulder about that, huh?"

"Not really," she replied, spinning a roundhouse that Faith ducked. "I know I am the best, I just want to prove it to you."

In a variant of the manoeuvre that Faith had earlier used on Anya in the corridor, Buffy flung an arm out to seize hold of Faith's wrist as she threw a punch. Holding on and spinning inside the brunette's reach, Buffy coiled the arm over her shoulder and then twisted her hips to throw the Slayer across the room.

"See?" she said, happily.

Giles was about to club Willow unconscious with a karate chop while she struggled to free herself from the blanket. Unfortunately, he did not get the chance because Faith slammed into him and they both crashed into Xander, who was just returning to the fray.

Going down in a heap, they quickly rolled apart and leapt to their feet.

Buffy somersaulted forward and landed directly in the centre of the three. From there, she spun into a deadly roundhouse kick that struck Faith in the face, knocking her back over the other side of the bed again. With the same momentum, her foot arced round to strike her Watcher in the chest and bounce him off the wall before finishing by driving into Xander's belly and doubling him up.

Her blonde hair bobbed as she rolled over the young man's back, grasping him as she went, and then judo throwing him at Oz. The little orange-haired man could have dodged, but that would have left Xander with a nasty impact into the wall, so he took the brunt of the collision and they both went down.

"And the Slayer picks up a spare!" she cried, balling a fist and dragging it toward her body in a double jerk. "Woo-hoo-hoo!"

A high-pitched shriek made her spin, but Dawn had already launched herself at her sister. The teen barrelled into her and they both spun backward over the bed, crashing down on top of Faith who was just getting up.

On her back with Dawn landing on her chest, Buffy easily snatched hold of her little sister's raking hands, holding them away from her face. "Wow, Dawnie, you're quite the little firebrand, huh? And what the hell are you doing without any clothes on?"

The teen didn't answer, just spat directly into her sister's open mouth. Buffy flinched when a huge, slimy gob of cum splashed into her throat.

"Urgh! Why you little...!" With hardly any effort, she bucked her body and threw Dawn away. She choked on the sticky mess and sat up hacking, a fraction too late to react when she saw Faith's fist plunge down.

Untangling himself from Xander, Oz leapt toward Willow just as she cast the blanket aside. She snapped her head around and lifted a hand. "Stay out of this!"

A small ring of eldritch flame shot from her palm, expanding as it flew until it was nearly a foot circular when it hit the young man in his chest. It passed harmlessly through him and out his back, then disappeared, but left a glowing pentagram on his T-shirt. The force of the spell flung him backward until he slammed into the wall, where he stuck. It felt like a huge weight was pinning him in place and, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get free.

"Willow!" Tara cried.

The redhead gave her a sorry shrug. "Don't worry baby, it's your turn in a moment."

She could feel Tara gather magic around her as the blonde spoke the incantation, "By Hera's light and Gaia's will..."

"I don't think so," the possessed Wicca said, wagging a finger at her lover. "Sleep!"

Tara gasped, closed her eyes and slid to the floor.

Anya slammed herself backward into the wall, crushing the breath from Ru and making the singer release her bite.

"Get off of me!" the demon shrieked furiously, reaching around and tossing the werewolf across the room.

Ru struck the wall beside the window and crashed to the floor. She was obviously tougher than she looked because, even though the impact would have stunned a normal person, she was able to almost instantly spring back to her feet. "I'm going to rip your fucking throat out, you demon bitch!"

Her angry gaze switched from Anya to Willow when the redhead said, "Remember when you tried to eat me? The time has come for me to get a little payback."

Before the werewolf could move, Willow's eyes turned black and she flicked her hand as if she were swatting a fly. An invisible force struck Veruca like a full speed eighteen-wheeled juggernaut and she was smashed out the window to disappear into the darkness before falling the four storeys to the ground.

An arm reached around the witch and grabbed her tightly, pinning both of her arms to her chest. In the same instant, another hand shot around and clapped over her mouth.

"Hey, Red. You gonna quit that soulless mojo and play nice?"

Willow kicked and struggled, but Faith was far too strong.

Anya spun to help the witch but was double-teamed by Xander and Giles, who barrelled into her and drove her forcefully against the wall. Despite the fact that she was nowhere near the size of the two men, she was immensely stronger than they were and threw them away with ease. They both hit the opposite wall hard and fell to the floor, dazed.

"Behave, would you?" she scolded. "I'm not having a good day and am getting a little cranky! First Buffy ruins my dress, and then Faith nearly pulls my arm out of its socket! As if that was not bad enough that rabid bitch has bit me! And it hurt, too!"

She put her hands on her hip and glared at her boyfriend. "Remember what Bjorn of Borg said in that show you watch, but pretend that you don't? 'Resistance is a few tiles.'"

Xander tried to stand but was too dizzy; he had hit his head quite hard. Not hard enough to let a pop culture legend get mangled so badly though. "Er, that's Locutus and it's 'Resistance is futile.'"

She blinked as she processed that. "Oh. That does make more sense. I didn't really understand it, but thought that it was a work related reference, you being a builder, and all. I just figured tiles were very very difficult to fix in place."

With that, she turned her attention away from the two men and strode over to Willow and Faith. The Slayer used Willow as a shield between them, but Anya just took hold of each of Faith's wrists and began to slowly prise them off the witch. The Slayer strained, but Anya really was stronger.

The moment her mouth was free, Willow hissed, "Dolere!"

At the witch's Latin command, agony flared within the Slayer, making her collapse backward in torment. Every nerve ending in her body felt like it was being poked with an electric cattle prod.

Willow stepped free and turned to survey her handiwork, folding her arms in satisfaction as she did so. "That evens the score for the trash can, I think."

Faith bucked and contorted in spasms of unbelievable pain.

After glancing across the room to see the unconscious form of Buffy, Anya turned to Dawn, Giles, Xander, and the still stuck Oz. "That's your last chance gone. We've won and that's that."

"Sorry, but I beg to differ," said a cut-glass English accent from behind her. Both the demoness and the witch turned to look at the doorway.

The man there was obscured by a roiling black cloud that looked like a mini thunderstorm. It boiled and swirled, illuminated by bright red flashes of light as it swelled and spilled into the room. Coils and tendrils left the main mass, writhing forward like searching tentacles.

"Oh no!" Willow gasped, recognising the spell, but too late. One of the arms of smoke curled about her body, crackling with red sparks as it did so. She struggled, but more tentacles latched onto her and she was soon smothered in sparking fog that drained her of magic and caused her to slump into sleep.

At the same time, the fog swirled and undulated over to Anya, who swiped a fist at it, breaking one of the tentacles. The cloud just gathered back immediately and snaked around her, too. In a fiery cascade, the red sparks flew and crackled as the spell drained her and put her to sleep alongside the witch.

Giles stared in disbelief at the figure as the black smoke disappeared. The handsome man it revealed smiled at the look of shock on the Watcher's face.

"Hello Ripper."

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Giles was almost too astounded for words. "Ethan!"

"Nice to see you, old chap."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

The thin sorcerer looked hurt. "What, no 'thanks for saving us, Ethan'?"

Giles' face darkened. "No. You never do anything without some malicious reason and so until I find out what that is I'll reserve my gratitude."

"Oh, Ripper, you wound me!" he said, clapping a hand dramatically over his heart. "Whatever my reasons for choosing to intervene, you did need my help."

With Willow out of it, her spells had ended and now both Oz and Faith were released. The stocky little man bent down to check on the sleeping Tara. Beside him, glass crunched under Xander's feet as he moved to the shattered window and peered out into the night, rubbing the new lump on his forehead.

"Aren't you worried about Veruca?" he asked the guitarist.

"I'm always worried about Ru," the little man smiled, brushing the hair from Tara's face. "The fall will have hurt, but she'll be okay. Furious, but okay."

"Oh," Xander said. "Werewolf thing, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Giles strode over to lend Faith a hand to stand up, but kept his eyes on his countryman as though he were expecting betrayal at any moment. Which he was. "Why Ethan?"

"Patriotism?" the sorcerer suggested with a smile. "Couldn't let us get our butts kicked by the Yanks now, could I? It'll be bad enough when they thrash us in the Olympics, so it's nice to win one now and again."

"Ridiculous," the Watcher snorted. "Your intervention was timely, I'll grant you that, but hardly selfless, I'll wager."

"Oh, you know me too well. Where's the fun in it if you are just going to blacken my character every time we meet?"

"Blacken your character? I think you do that very well yourself."

"Touché. Now, I would suggest that we retire to a different locale before the babes awake."

Dawn was trying to cover her nakedness with her blouse, but could not stop herself from drawing attention when she asked, "Why?"

The delighted leer she got from the sorcerer sent shivers of disgust through her. "Because, you exquisite nymph, the spell I used is rather temporary and they'll come round pretty quickly. Particularly this young woman," he said, indicating Anya. "I don't think it would be safe to be here when they do."

"Couldn't we just tie them up?" Faith suggested.

Giles shook his head. "Buffy and Willow, yes, but not Anya. She would simply teleport out of the bonds." He fixed his old friend with a piercing stare. "As much as I am loathe to admit it, Ethan's right."

At the words, the sorcerer beamed with pleasure like a schoolboy earning praise from his favourite teacher.

Giles frowned in disgust and moved over to kneel beside Buffy. She was still lying crumpled where Dawn and Faith had left her, but was breathing normally. The bruise on her cheek would heal very quickly and he wasn't concerned about that. He looked over his shoulder at Dawn.

"Can you find the essence Tara created? This would be a good opportunity to cure Buffy."

"Already gave it to her," the teen said, going pink with embarrassment.

"You did?"

"Ahuh."

Faith crouched beside her Watcher. "Do you think it worked?"

"Difficult to tell until she awakes. It will probably take effect slowly, rather than immediately, I expect. It took the essence of Hate quite a long while to overpower her, and so it will likely be the same sort of timeframe for the Love to work its cure."

"Does that mean we can't take her with us?"

"Yes," Ethan said, a shade too quickly. "The Daughters of Gaia can track her with the Hate inside and that would not do. Not do at all."

Giles' face darkened as he spun and strode over to grab the sorcerer by his shirtfront. "What exactly do you know about all this?"

"Relax, Ripper, old chum. I'm helping, aren't I?"

"I'll let you know when I've decided," Giles snapped. "Now, tell me what you know, and how."

"You never did understand me, did you, Rupert? You think that because I worship chaos that I only do evil."

"You do."

"No, you see that is where you are wrong. Just as Janus, bless his name, has two faces, Chaos has two sides. It is not all about doing evil to annoy the 'good'. It is about causing havoc in any plans. They do not have to be lawful and godly to be worthy of meddling with. After all, if an evil scheme to conquer the world succeeds, then that brings a law and stability of its own perverse kind, does it not? Nothing is black and white, Ripper, only grey. I live to ensure that grey continues."

"Hey Oz," Xander said. "You got insurance on this place, 'cause we've kinda remodelled it for you."

The guitarist looked around at the debris of his room and shrugged.

"Time is passing, people," Ethan warned.

"Yes, we'd better go," Giles sighed, releasing the magician and reluctantly casting one more glance at Buffy.

With that, Xander and Oz picked up Tara and carried her gently out into the corridor. Giles stared at Ethan for a moment before the English sorcerer turned and left, followed by the Watcher. Dawn finished buckling her jeans and hurried after Giles. As she left the room a hand reached out, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her back inside.

"OW!" she protested.

Faith released her hair and stared long and hard into the young girl's watering eyes. "It's him, isn't it?"

Horrified that the Slayer had put two and two together, Dawn shook her head. "No, of course not! I, ah... I mean, it's him what?"

"Don't even go there, Dawn. I've got Slayer hearing, I heard you."

"You did? Oh."

"Ahuh, Oh. What the hell are you thinking?"

A defiant look crossed the young girl's face. "What do you mean? I love him. Is that so bad?"

"I DARE you to say that after Bee find's out."

The defiance was replaced by desperate horror. "You're not going to tell her are you?" When Faith just glared, she tried another tack. "You can't tell her anyway! If you do I'll tell her what you and I did on the sofa!"

The glare became suddenly icy and menacing, causing the young girl to backtrack rapidly. "Scratch that. I didn't mean that. I'd never tell Buffy anything about that. I enjoyed it... and hope to do it again, sometime. But Faith, you can't tell her! Please! She'd have a fit."

"She'd go postal, more like." The denim clad young woman shook her head and sighed as she folded her arms. "Fuck Dawn! How could you be so stupid?"

"Hey! It's not stupid to love someone. You just can't understand that because you never have. But it's Giles, Faith! He is so wonderful. So smart, so handsome, so..."

"So Buffy's Watcher. My Watcher."

The teen made a hurt-little-puppy face. "Well, yeah, but..."

"No buts. I'm telling you that if your sister ever finds out about this we may have to open the Hellmouth just to find someplace less dangerous to hide."

"So... you won't tell her, then?"

"No, I," she put emphasis on the I, "don't have a death wish."

"Thanks. Faith?"

"What?"

"I really do love him, you know."

++++++++++

"I think we should have possessed the Marx brothers, instead," Ruth sighed.

"Do you know who cast that spell?" Kim asked.

"No, but I'll make them pay when I find out," the young Goth promised.

The Daughters of Gaia were in their dorm room, sat in a circle on the floor. In the middle of them was a bronze bowl of swirling water that Kim had cast the scrying spell upon. Together they had watched the battle in the little apartment, and all had been certain that it would go their way until the mystery man had joined the fray. When the last of the possessed had slipped unconscious, the spell had cancelled and the Daughters were unsure of what happened after that.

"Maybe we should just take them on ourselves," Jody suggested. "Ruth is way more powerful than Willow now she has the Machina Demonica as backup."

"I could have just done that to start with!" Ruth snapped. "Heck, I could have just put a curse on them or made their skin split open! But I want them to suffer. It will trouble them much more knowing that it was they who attacked their friends. It will hurt them much more knowing that they did all these things and couldn't stop themselves. I want both Summers' sister and that redheaded bitch to feel anguish at what they have done. Don't you get that?"




Buffy & The Four Ch. 04



"S-sure, Ruth. I was just sayin'..."

"Well, don't. If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it."

"Okay," Jody said, with a tiny voice. Sometimes there was a look in Ruth's eyes that said her friends meant nothing to her and were only a means to an end. Sometimes.

"Well, that was a downer," Mary grumbled. "I think we need a pick-me-up. Anyone for marshmallows?"

"Oooo, dipped in melted chocolate?" Kim asked.

"Urgh," Jody complained. "Toasted, yeah, dipped in chocolate, nuh-uh. All those calories... that's just disgusting."

"Disgusting?" Mary laughed. "Have you forgotten what she puts in her sandwiches?"

+++++++++

Buffy groaned and sat up. Her cheek throbbed rhythmically and she gingerly touched it to see how big the swelling was. To cap it all, her mouth tasted funny. "Gee, the demons better watch out if Dawn ever gets Chosen. Ungh. Team her with Faith and it's goodbye vampires."

The room around her was in complete disarray from the fight. There was a gaping, jagged hole where the window had been, and the door still lay on the floor where it had been smashed. Also on the floor were Anya and Willow. Even as she looked at them, Anya jerked and sat bolt upright.

"Get you too, huh?" Buffy asked.

"Only because a wizard turned up to help them."

"A wizard? We don't know any wizards. Are you sure it was one of them?"

"Casting Merlin's sapping cloud? Yeah it was a wizard. Or sorcerer, at least. Only one of those types of show offs would go in for the all-flashing-smoke-and-mirrors type of attack. I mean, really, the name of the spell alone shows just how theatrical it is. Any decent spell caster would just have used something lethal or at least not as showy. Grandstanding, much?"

Buffy frowned, not entirely sure she was following, but got up and walked over to check on Willow. The redhead opened her eyes and looked a little woozily up at the Slayer.

Buffy smiled down at her. "I bet going dancing and getting laid is sounding a much better idea now, huh?"

++++++++++

Giles watched Ethan intently as the man used an eagle feather to waft the smoke from the incense burning in the little bowl he held around the room. The sorcerer wandered to the window and let the smoke run over the glass, then went to the door and wafted it into the cracks and keyhole. All the while he was chanting something under his breath, over and over.

It irked the Englishman no end that Ethan Rayne had saved them. His old college friend never did anything that would not result in a hefty payoff for himself. They may have been firm friends once, indulging in the exploration of the mystical, throwing orgies and even dabbling in demonic possession for narcotic stimulus, but now there was a huge gulf between them.

Giles had finally seen how dangerous the dark arts could be - in no small part down to the mess involving the demon Eyghon - and had pulled back from his Ripper persona. In doing so, he had finally found his path and calling, becoming the Watcher he had always been fated to be.

But no so, Ethan. He had found perfection in the darkest magics. He had found that chaos was his calling and thrown himself with just as much vigour into worshipping it. In time, his sorcerous abilities had grown to such levels that he was very much in demand as a mercenary for hire, even contracting out to Mayor Wilkins in Sunnydale to provide a distraction with the Band Candy that regressed adults to their youth.

No, Ethan could not be trusted. It was his life's goal to spread chaos and he did it very well indeed. Usually. Admittedly, it had not gone too well for him each time he crossed paths with Buffy, but that was only a minor setback as he saw it, all things considered.

"That should do it," the thin man said, putting the bowl and feather back on the dresser.

"A ward strong enough to resist Willow? I thought you only capable of sleight of hand and parlour tricks."

"Your barbs cut me to the quick, as usual, Ripper. However, we both know that you admire my skill, if not my practise."

Faith leant close to Giles, "I could always thump him for ya."

"Oh, no young lady," the sorcerer grinned. "Ripper wouldn't want you to do that, would you, Rupert?"

Before Giles could answer, the Englishman added, "He enjoys doing it himself far too much."

Faith frowned at the warning look her Watcher shot the sorcerer. These two had a really dark past together, that much was obvious, but there was also another undercurrent there that she could not quite put her finger on...

Xander looked troubled. "Should we wait to find out if Buffy's cure works before we try to get one for Willow and Anya?"

"No," Giles answered, taking off his spectacles and polishing them with his handkerchief. When he noticed Ethan watching that gesture fondly, he stopped and thrust them back on his face. "We cannot wait. Buffy is very strong and so it could take longer for her cure to work. On the other hand, perhaps it may not work at all on her, but would on Willow. Actually, I feel that Anya is the best one to try to cure next. If we can get her back to normal and on our side..."

"When she's normal she's on our side?" Faith gasped, with mock-incredulity. "How can you tell?"

"Hey!" protested Xander.

"...And on our side," Giles repeated, "we stand a better chance. As I said in Daniel's apartment, she can easily escape almost any bonds we can put her in. Even magical, I suspect."

"Diffusing the core of her reality through the fabric of the dimensional walls would negate the esoteric forces and effectively annul the effects of any binding spell," Ethan added, helpfully.

"Okay, English overload," Xander complained. "One walking dictionary is bad enough, but two is just not playing fair in my book. Wanna say that again so that everybody who is not Giles can understand it, Dumbledore?"

Ethan looked blankly at Giles, who shrugged.

"H-he's a magician from a book," Tara explained.

"Oh, pop culture," Ethan nodded, glumly. "In your teen speak, 'she can pop in and out of any containment spell by teleporting between dimensions.'"

"That's his idea of how teens speak?" Xander whispered to Oz. "He really is from another country, isn't he?"

"Got anymore bandages?" asked Dawn, from the bed where she was wrapping a nasty gash in Ru's arm. They had found the young werewolf unconscious on the wreck of a Buick. Luckily, the car had been parked and was empty.

"I am afraid not," Ethan told her. "I only tend to get bloody when Rupert here wants to show me the strength of his... disappointment."

"Look in the drawers, Dawn," Giles said, ignoring the jibe. "If there are any shirts, you can tear some of them into strips."

"No you cannot!" the sorcerer blurted. "Those are expensive, designer shirts! I would not be seen dead in anything less and you certainly cannot use them to mop up blood from somebody who is going to be fully healed in an hour or two. She won't die from bleeding a bit, you know."

"He's all heart," Dawn whispered to Ru, doing as Giles suggested.

Veruca scowled. "He's camper than a row of tents."

"Please Ripper," Ethan begged, at the sight of Dawn measuring out one of his favourite Egyptian cotton shirts.

"Get over it," his old friend snapped. "Veruca, I am sorry to ask this given your condition, but are you ready to do this ritual?"

The werewolf looked bitterly at Xander, but a glance to Oz made up her mind. She couldn't give a shit about Anya and especially not Willow, but Oz did and that was all that mattered. "I can do it, but doesn't it need me to cum? No offence, Xander, but you're not exactly equipped in either the tool department or the temperament one to get me off."

"What does she mean by that?" the young man asked in a horrified squeak. He turned to Oz, "What does she mean by that?"

The young werewolf gave a frown and flicked his eyes to Veruca. In his anguish, Xander turned to look at Giles, "What does she mean by that?"

"Ah, er, nothing, I am sure," he floundered. "But she does have a point. It is important that she orgasms to produce the ah, um, required elements. You may have to do whatever special things she needs to reach that."

Xander stared at him for a moment and then turned to Faith, "What does he mean by that?"

She grinned at his distress. "Relax. You're capable, but I think the girl likes it a little rough. Smack her ass a little, that kinda thing."

"I can do that," he said, more to convince himself than anybody else. "Ahn and I do a lot of role-playing during sex. I can do the spanking."

"So Anya keeps telling us," Dawn sniggered.

His fixed grin seemed borderline hysteria. "I can do it."

"Oh for fuck's sake," Ru murmured.

Giles leant over to whisper to Oz. "Do you think you could give him a private talk? Maybe tell him where her particular sweet spots are and how to act for her?"

"Not big on the talking, in case you hadn't noticed," Oz said with a smile, "but I'll do what I can."

"Thank you. I appreciate how difficult it must be for you to be doing this. I don't think I could be so understanding if it were Bu... somebody I loved. To have to explain to another man how to excite your girlfriend during sex must be..."

"Yeah," Oz said, cutting him off.

++++++++++

Buffy shivered as she felt a tingle ripple through her from head to toes. Something was changing. She didn't really know what, but she certainly felt different. Not normal, but different. She smiled to herself and put a hand on Willow's arm.

"Will, I want you to do something for me."

++++++++++

Gohnarth chuckled in pleasure as he watched the events unfolding through the eyes of others. "Azaroth!"

"Yes milord?"

"Summon the Hagna king to me."

"Yes milord."

Striding over to the doors to the Machina Demonica room, the large demon spoke to a small Hagna that ran up to meet him. It bobbed in compliance and raced off toward the machine. In a minute, the Hagna king hurried over to Gohnarth's throne of bones and knelt in supplication at the edge of his slime pool.

"I live to sssserve Massster." The king was twice the size of his subjects, and looked strong enough to tear apart a truck with his bare claws.

Gohnarth turned his dread gaze upon the submissive beast. "I want you to taint the flow of magic being fed to the witch. I think it is time we encouraged her to take this beyond mere vengeance, don't you?"

++++++++++

"This is a little weird," Xander confessed.

Oz nodded. "Yep."

Together, they were sat in the bathroom of Ethan's motel room. If they had known how closely they resembled the earlier encounter between Tara and Faith, it might have made them smile.

Oz was sat on the linen hamper, while Xander sat on the closed lid of the toilet. The atmosphere was definitely strained, even though the two were very close friends. In fact, Oz was Xander's closest male friend since Jessie had been turned into a vampire right back when Buffy first came to town.

"The thing with Ru is that she is very much in tune with her inner wolf," the guitarist started.

"Oz, man..."

"No, Giles is right. You have to do this and do it right. Anya will be lost to you if you don't. So, if you love her, you'll put the best effort you can into... Ru."

Xander sagged. He knew his friend was correct, but it was so difficult knowing that to save the woman he loved, he would have to have sex with the woman Oz loved. It just didn't seem right...

"Wolves are pack animals. In that pack, they work together as a team, but there are clearly defined ranks. The Alpha male is the highest and gets the best of what is on offer."

"And you're her Alpha male, aren't you?"

"Yeah. You need to assume that role for the... act. Ru is fiery and strong willed. She will challenge you and you need to meet that challenge and put her firmly in her place - physically as well as mentally. Only then will she submit to you and give her all."

The young builder winced. "I'm sorry, man."

"Don't be. It's not your fault." He shuffled his sneakers together, rubbing the laces of one with the sole of the other. "Dominate her, Xander. Be hard and rough. She loves to be yanked back by her hair in the doggy position. Also, bite her neck and shoulders, a little. Spank her a lot. You know, rough sex."

"Gotcha. Be mean."

"Exactly."

They were silent for a while.

++++++++++

"They've gone!" Ruth gasped. "The possessed."

Jody looked shocked. "Which ones?"

"All three of them! One moment I could feel them, the next nothing."

"Is that possible?"

"It shouldn't be, but it seems it is."

"Dammit. Now what?"

"I don't know. I thought the essence of Hate would keep them in my thrall. Shit! I wonder how they did it."

"Too much Hate in the spell," Mary said. She suddenly realised she had made a mistake in letting Ruth know that she understood the working of magic better than she did.

"How do you know that?!"

"I study. The scroll that contained the spell stated that the Hate had to be used in moderation."

"I read that, but surely the more the better. The more Hate, the stronger the final spell."

"Exactly. The control issue is a minor side effect of the spell. The stronger the spell, the less control you have, and the quicker they will rebel. I did try to tell you."

"She did say something about that before you began summoning Meg's blood, Ruth," Kim confirmed.

"I know that!" the lead witch snapped. "But I didn't believe her."

"So what can we do now?" Kim asked.

Ruth frowned for a moment, then an idea came to her, apparently out of nowhere. "We get a little more active and take the fight to Summers and her weird friends. Forget about the possessed, they will be working their own agenda, but we need to get a little help."

"A little help?"

"Okay, a lot of help. An army. And I know just how we can do it, too."

++++++++++

"Remember, if you love Anya, be aggressive and dominant," Oz said, as they went back into the motel room.

The rest of the Scoobies, plus Veruca and Ethan, were sat on the floor or sofa, out of the way.

"Does he need to be here?" Xander asked Giles, pointing at the chaos worshipper.

"Oh, please," Ethan said, patting his hand on the air in front of him. "I've seen more lewd things than this. You should have been there in the old days when Ripper and I threw orgies. Oh, the perversions we tried! There was this one time with the late lamented Deirdre, I was fucking her cunt, Ripper was in her ass and a Tundi demon..."

"That's enough!" Giles snapped. More civilly, he said to Xander, "I'm afraid he does. His spell will block Willow from finding our location, but it has sealed the room. If anyone crosses the boundaries, the spell will be broken."

"Fine," Xander said, sulkily. "But I don't want him looking at my ass!"

Ethan chuckled. "Why? You have a nice 'ass' as you American's so quaintly say. Don't you think so, girls?" He glanced at Dawn, Faith, Ru and Tara. "What do you think, Ripper?"

"I think you don't have to have all your teeth for the spell to remain effective," Giles threatened. Ethan saw the steel in his eyes as he glared at him and shut his mouth. He enjoyed teasing his old friend but, unlike the others in the room, he knew just what Giles was really capable of if pushed too far.

"R-right," Xander said, nervously. "Veruca, could you come over here?"

She was perched on the sofa arm, her elbow on her crossed knee and chin resting on her cupped palm. "Oh boy," she said, despairingly. Half-heartedly, she slid to her feet and stood, one hand on a slung out hip. "I can't do this with wimp-o."

Xander glanced to Oz, who nodded his encouragement. 'It's just a role play, like I do with Ahn,' he silently told himself. "Okay," he said, firmly. "Get your skanky ass over her, bitch!"

Ru raised an inquisitive eyebrow and slowly walked toward him. A lot of things could be said about Ru, and Willow had tried many of the more choicer ones, but unsexy was not one of them. She exuded sexuality. Everything about her, from the slightest gesture to the purr of her voice and the sway as she walked, said 'fuck me, I'll be the best you've ever had'. She was the kind of naturally sleazy blonde that attracted attention without effort.

Stopping nose to nose with the young man, she stared defiantly into his eyes. "I need a man, not a mouse. You don't even rate."

SLAP!! His hand cracked across her cheek, rocking her head to the side. For a moment, she froze like that, wisps of her blonde hair covering her face, before she straightened and glared back at him. This time, it was her hand that slapped him, far harder than he had done to her.

"You wanna play rough, I can do that. But fair warning, Xander, I play for keeps."

Her evil smirk faded when she saw something settle in his eyes. It had taken her slap to make what he needed to do real, but now he fully understood. Seduction, gentleness, and respect had no place in her world. She was a primal creature - in more ways than one - and only respected the strong. Well, for Anya, he could find that strength.

SLAP!! His hand cracked across her face once more, but this time he didn't hold back. She gasped aloud and then hissed when his fingers coiled in her hair and yanked her face to his. "We're going to do this, Veruca, and you're going to submit. From this moment on, I own you."

Her eyes momentarily flicked to Oz, and he brought them back to his by a violent jerk of her head. "Look at me, not him! You are mine now and there is nothing he will do about it, got that?"

Her clawed fingers grasped for his face, trying to tear his eyes out, but he batted them away with his free hand. "And you can cut that out, too."

With a shove, he thrust her away from him and she collapsed to the floor. Instantly, she was levering herself up and glaring back at him, but he stepped forward and pressed her down with his foot. "You don't stand until I permit it."

"Fuck you!"

He chuckled but shook his head as he leant down to grasp hold of her left wrist. "Soon, slut, soon." With a rough twist, he bent her arm around and forced it up the centre of her back, holding it between her shoulder blades.

"Ow!"

"You see, Ru, you have to learn something. I can do anything I want to you."

"Like fuck you can! Ow!"

"Sorry, does that hurt?" he asked pleasantly, forcing her arm to bend further. "Shame. Ah well."

"I'm going to rip out your fucking throat and eat your heart!" she spat, struggling wildly.

To her amazement, he released her. "Okay, take your best shot."

She clambered to her feet, rubbing her sore arm, but puzzlement creasing her face. "What?"

"You heard. If you think you can take me, try it."

"Xander," Oz warned. "I don't think that's such a wise..."

The young builder raised his hand to silence the guitarist. Not taking his eyes off the singer, he nodded. "Yeah, you think you're a tough bitch, so go ahead. Show me."

A feral smile spread across her face and then she leapt at him, snarling and clawing.

People always underestimated Xander. For years he had fought side by side with Buffy, doing more than his fair share to hold back the forces of darkness. She was the Slayer, imbued with superhuman strength, speed and healing powers. She had a Watcher to train and drill her in every style of combat imaginable. She had destiny on her side. He had nothing.

And yet, he survived. No matter how deadly the enemy, he had always come out alive. Granted sometimes that required her intervention, or a plaster cast for his arm afterwards, but he lived. He fought without any magical powers, without any special lessons. It was 'on the job' training that had a heavy price for failure.

Plus, Ethan Rayne's devilment had once turned him into a soldier for a night, and he still retained all the knowledge of that persona.

So almost everybody in the room was shocked when he sidestepped her attack, grasped her wrist, curled it around her back once more, and thrust her face down on the bed. Following her, he dropped his knee into the small of her back and held her pinned, no matter how forcefully she struggled.




Buffy & The Four Ch. 04



Her shrieks of anger and inventive curses turned the air blue, but she could not free herself. He took hold of her free hand and bent it around her back to cross one wrist over the other, where he then held them both with one hand.

"You see, Veruca, you're not as tough as you think you are."

"We'll see what you have to say about it next full moon!" she hissed, through teeth clenched in pain.

"Oh, please," he laughed. "My girlfriend is an unkillable upper level demon that thinks eviscerating a man is a reasonable thing to do if he so much as glances at another woman. Do you think that after living with her I would be afraid of you?"

"Argh! That fucking hurts!" she gasped, struggling futilely against his grasp.

Leaning down, he tangled his free hand in her hair and pulled her head up sharply. "We're only just starting, slut. I'm going to show you what it means to be my fuckpuppet."

"I'm sure as shit not your fuck... Ow! You got lucky, that's all. Try it again and see if I don't shred you!"

Once more he released her. "Okay, we'll do this one last time, and then I'm going to fuck you senseless."

She continued to lie where he had left her for a second, before rolling onto her back and rubbing each numb arm. Her eyes were on fire and promised painful death as she rose to her feet. "You're strong, I'll give you that."

He did nothing, just stood waiting.

Suddenly, she was moving. Her forward lunge was a feint and she broke to the side halfway. With a snarl, she swung a fist for him. Unfortunately, he had been watching the way she shifted her weight on her feet and so knew as soon as she did what she was going to do. Her fist whistled passed him as he twisted, then his own slammed into her belly, dropping her breathless and gasping to the floor, where she curled into a ball.

Faith began to stand. "Now wait just a fucking moment!" Oz reached out and placed a hand on her arm, shaking his head to tell her not to intervene. Frowning, she settled back.

Xander walked around Veruca. "You done now?"

"Fu... fuck you!"

He stepped forward and pressed his foot down on the side of her face. She grimaced, feeling him withhold the weight he could have put on it. "O-okay!"

"You give in?"

"Yeah," she gasped, still curled up and holding her stomach. She could feel the imprint of his sole on her cheek.

"Prove it."

"Huh?"

"Kiss my boot."

"What?! No fuckin..." A tiny little bit of extra pressure on her cheek silenced her. He then removed his boot, leaving a red imprint crisscrossed with the white tread of his footprint, which quickly pinked up. Placing his foot on the floor, directly in front of her face, he stared down at her. "Kiss it."

"Xander..." she tried, glancing up at him with doe-eyes.

"Do it."

Giving him a hurt pout, she leant forward slowly and placed a brief peck onto the toecap of his work boot. "There."

"Lick it."

Her eyes widened, but they saw the steel in his, so she did as instructed. Her tongue flattened over the leather and left a wet trail across the dusty surface.

With a smile, he stepped away from her. "Good slut. Now get on your knees."

Ru pushed her face off the carpet, slowly kneeling and then settling back onto her heels. She had a sulky pout on her face, but remained quiet. Xander walked around her for a moment, considering what to do next. Then he turned to look at the Scoobies. "Faith, stand up."

"Listen," she said menacingly, doing as he asked, "try any of that shit with me and I'll put you through the wall."

"I, ah, just want your belt."

Suspiciously, she undid the big silver buckle and slid the thick strap through its belt-loops. As she did so it gave a hiss of leather on denim. "Here."

"Thanks."

As the Slayer sat back down, he walked back to Veruca. "Hands behind your back, whore."

She complied, crossing them at the wrist, but scowled at him.

Sliding the end of the belt through its buckle, he made a loop and then fed it over her hands and pulled it tight. Wrapping the wide leather belt around her arms a few times, he then dragged it through its own coils and again pulled it tight. Veruca made a little grunt at the way it dug into her flesh.

"That's better," he said, kneeling behind her. He shuffled right up to her so that her back and trapped arms pressed against his chest. With his mouth by her ear, he whispered. "How should I play with my fuckpuppet next?"

He didn't wait for a reply and lifted his hands around her to grasp her breasts. They were full and nearly as big as Anya's. Firmly, he squeezed the soft globes through her T-shirt. The logo for her band 'Shy' crumpled up as he rubbed his hands around and over her lovely mounds. Through the black cotton, he could feel her nipples. They were as hard as bullets. 'Wow,' he thought. 'She really does get off on being treated like this.'

Sharply, he twisted the taut little buds and she gasped. His hands returned to stroking, cupping and smoothing over her hidden breasts, but only for a short time before giving her nipples another harsh pinch.

"AH!" she hissed, dropping her chin and screwing up her face. But she made no move to stop him or get away.

"You like that, don't you, slut?"

"No."

"Oh, I think you do." This time when he pinched her nipples, he kept hold of them and squeezed hard.

"Ah-ah-aaaahhh!"

She could feel his smile as his warm breath caressed the nape of her neck, tickling. His fingers let go and that too caused a surge of pain as blood flowed back. Then his hands returned to gentle caresses over her breasts, and one even dipped down to softly saw back and forth across her belly.

"Mmmm, you have nice tits," he told her. "I think we should see them a bit better though."

His hands both took hold of the neck of her T-shirt and then tore it open, ripping it as if it were nothing. She gasped in shock as her full, creamy white breasts spilled out for everyone to see. Releasing the shredded front of her T-shirt, he took two handfuls of her soft flesh. For only a second he held her tenderly, then again he squeezed hard.

"Ohh!" she panted.

Using just his index fingers and thumbs, he lightly rolled her thick, rubbery nipples back and forth. "Strange. I was sure that a whore like you would have had piercings."

"I can't. They heal up because of the wolf."

SMACK!! His hand slapped her bare right breast hard. She yelped, but didn't move from his embrace. His voice was low beside her ear. "I don't remember giving you permission to speak. You only speak when I ask you a question, and then you call me Master, got that?"

"Yeah."

SMACK!! His other hand left a stinging red imprint on her left breast. Veruca grimaced at the pain. "Yes Master."

"Better. Now ask me to spank your tits again."

"What? No!"

His hand curled so tightly in her hair as he dragged her head back that her eyes watered and she hissed sharply. His voice was calm and almost playful as he nuzzled his lips right up to her ear. "You don't want to disappoint me, Veruca. Now ask me to spank your tits and say please." His teeth closed on her ear lobe and nipped it hard.

"Ow! S-spank my breasts, Master, please."

His hand flashed against her sensitive flesh with machine gun rapidity. SlapSlapSlapSlap!! She winced at the stinging contacts, her puckered nipple throbbing beneath the blows. Without pausing to let her get her breath, he switched to his other hand and dealt her left breast the same treatment.

"Oh God!" she gasped.

He swapped to slow, hard blows, one breast and then the other. Each slap left a crimson blossom darkening on her milky flesh. Veruca let her head loll forward and endured the attention. Her full breasts jiggled with each slap, bouncing on her chest.

"Ah-ah-aaaaahh!"

When he had had his fun, he stopped. "Like that, slut?"

She knew what response he wanted. "Yes, thank you, Master."

"Good girl," he whispered, his hands smoothing over her breasts. Her chest was jerking with quick, shallow breaths as the tingling pain was softened by his gentle caress of the stinging patches. The tenderness so soon after the roughness made her body sing and her pussy juice up.

"Stand up slut."

Unfolding her legs from beneath her, she did as commanded. Xander stood up too, and reached around her to undo the buttons on her fly. Quickly, he drew her jeans down and she stepped out of them without being asked. He tossed them away and then looked at the panties she wore. Surprisingly, they were expensive lingerie, filled with intricate patterns of gossamer lace. Somehow he had been expecting her to not be wearing any at all - she just seemed that type. At the very least he had thought she might have on those dowdy cotton ones she had worn earlier when they first sought refuge at her apartment, but she must have changed while he trailed the Daughters of Gaia.

Her ass was round and, although soft, tight, and so did not sag at all. The globes of her buttocks curved down into the backs of her thighs gracefully, inviting him to cup them. So he did.

She never moved while he stroked circles over her skin, rubbing both cheeks.

"That's a nice ass, Veruca."

"Thank you Master."

SMACK!! His hand cracked down on her buttock and white-hot pain lanced through her. "OW!"

"Did I tell you you could speak?"

"N-no Master."

"That's right. What do you think I should do to punish you for that disobedience?"

Her forehead wrinkled a little and she shot a sideways glance at him as he circled to her left hand side. "Master?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, whore. Answer me."

She looked into his eyes and he saw a sparkle of lust shining in her gaze. "You should spank me, Master."

If that was what she wanted, he'd had a lot of practice at that. Reaching out, he undid the leather belt binding her hands behind her back. When they were free, she brought her arms to her front and rubbed at the sore wrists.

Smiling, he sat on the edge of the bed, pressing his knees together. "Over you go, whore."

Veruca complied instantly, and lay across his lap, her hands supporting her on the floor and her ass raised just right for him. Xander pressed his left hand into the small of her back, holding her still while his right hand stroked all over her butt.

The thin lace of her panties rucked up everywhere his fingers caressed. "I think we'll take these down a little."

Without saying a word, she lifted herself slightly so that he could draw them down her thighs. When they were halfway down those smooth stems he let go and left them stretched taut there. His hand skimmed her skin all the way back to her buttocks and then caressed the now bare flesh.

"Widen your legs a little."

She obeyed. Now he could see her pussy glistening beneath the lower curve of her ass and the sight made his cock ache to slide into that pink hole. Returning his thoughts to the game they were playing, he patted her buttocks softly. "Ten I think. Count them, puppet."

SMACK!! "Uh! One Master."

SMACK!! "Two Master."

SMACK!! "Ah! Three Master."

The little globe was pinking up beneath his blows, the flesh getting hot as it stung.

SMACK!! "Ow. Four Master."

SMACK!! "F-five Master."

SMACK!! "S-six Master."

There was now a bright red handprint marking his territory.

SMACK!! "Seven Master."

SMACK!! "Ow! Eight Master."

SMACK!! "Ah-ah-oww! Nine Master.

The final spank he landed far harder than the others. She threw her head up and gasped loudly, her face scrunching up with the pain. "Yow! T-ten Master."

Immediately he began to stroke the stinging flesh with gentle caresses. The throbbing flooded through her body, warming it and sending delicious tingles to her pussy. Unable to help herself, she gave her hips a little grind on his lap. Responding to her arousal, Xander let his strokes dip down between her spread cheeks to tentatively stroke the puffy lips of her cunt.

She sighed in pleasure and wiggled her legs a little wider at the touch.

"You're a good, slut, Veruca, and your Master is pleased with you."

"Thank you, Master."

His light caress turned to a sharp, quick pinch of her wet folds that brought a gasp of pain to her lips. "You're talking without permission again, slut."

Her eyes watered as he gave her a second pinch, but she said nothing. Dancing down her slippery flesh, two of his fingers sought the entrance to her pussy and slid inward. With a moan, she rotated her hips in a small circle to welcome his probing. Hot and steamy inside, her cunt felt slick and soft around his fingers.

"You're all wet, whore," he told her, fucking his stiff digits in and out of the young girl. Taking his left hand from the small of her back, he stuffed his index finger into her soaking slot alongside the other two, stirred it around for a moment, and then withdrew it.

"Here, see how wet you are." He held the glistening finger before her face. "This just proves what a wanton little whore you are, doesn't it?"

"Yes Master, it does."

"It does what?"

"It proves what a wanton little whore I am, Master."

"Damn right. Now clean your mess off."

Veruca tilted her head and sucked his finger into her mouth, sliding her lips down it as if it was a little cock. He could feel her tongue coil around it and eagerly seek every drop of her own moisture. She deliberately gave a loud slurp as he took it out.

Grinning at her, he continued to thrust his two fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling it get wetter and wetter all the time. Eventually, he slid them out, then used her own juices to paint a big X on her ass. "That brands you as mine now, Ru. What does it do?"

"It brands me as yours, Master."

"Don't forget it."

With a pat to her still pink ass, he motioned for her to stand, which she did. He leant forward and drew her lacy panties down her legs, then put them on the bed beside him before drawing down his zipper to release his hard, aching member.

"Kneel down and suck my cock, bitch."

Wordlessly, she did as commanded and dropped to her knees on the floor before him. Her hands closed on each of his thighs, and then her mouth sank over his fiery shaft, sucking it down to the hilt. She gulped his head a little way into her throat and then froze with him completely consumed.

"Oh God!" he gasped. Nobody had ever taken it fully on the first go before.

His fingers fluttered uncertainly across her hair, unsure whether to guide her or let her have her way. Finally, he dropped both hands and grasped hold of the edge of the bed, throwing his head back with a sigh and enjoying the tightness of her throat.

After a moment, she began to give tiny little ducks, letting him slide an inch back and then burying him again. With such little bobs, she kept her mouth wide around his shaft and fucked him with her throat.

"Oh good golly!" he muttered, forgetting his role.

Giving a loud sucking slurp, Ru drew back, letting his whole length glide out of her mouth, drawing long sticky ropes of saliva with it. She stroked her thumbs on his thighs as she looked devilishly up into his eyes then, with glacial slowness, she swallowed him completely once more.

Her tongue swarmed all over his shaft on her return up it. When his cockhead left her lips, she dabbed a kiss to it and then fluttered the tip of her tongue against it so skilfully that he hissed in pleasure. Before long, he was bucking his hips as he fucked her throat.

"Damn Ru!" he gasped in awe, shoving his cockhead back and forth through the tight ring at the back of her mouth. She gave a hum when he was buried fully and he nearly shot his cum there and then. "Easy!"

Wrinkling her nose in a cute, mischievous way, she slid her mouth off him. "Take your trousers off, Master."

He could probably have got into the Guinness book of records with how quickly he did that. When he was naked from the waist down she returned her mouth to his cock. Several long, deep sucks had him moaning in delight before she let him slip from her lips again and began to lap up all the strings of gooey saliva that hung from his rod.

When she had worked her way down his length to his balls, she slathered her tongue all over them before sucking one into her mouth and giving it a true tongue bath. For the first time, one of her hands left his thighs. Fixing her eyes onto his as she suckled his ball, she wrapped her small hand around his slippery shaft and began to pump it very slowly.

"God Ru, you're the Yoda of cock sucking."

She frowned and he thought about what he had just said. "Er, that doesn't sound as good as it did in my head. I meant you're a Jedi Master at it." When she still did not seem to get it, he added, "Er, very good. Very, very good. The best."

Smiling, she let his ball pop from her lips and began to tongue his whole sack as she sped up the pumping of her hand. Xander closed his eyes and let his head loll back. After a moment, he realised she was pressing his leg up with her free hand, guiding him to lift it slightly as her tongue slid lower and further underneath his balls.

Not knowing what she was up to, but in too much pleasure to care, he let her guide him. It was only when she licked a trail off his balls and down to his asshole that he jerked in surprise. Her pointed little tongue fluttered against his crinkled, taboo hole and sent unexpected thrills racing along the length of his cock. She lapped all over the puckered ring, then began to work her tongue into it.

"Hey! Hey! Intimate place!" he gasped, sitting up and forcing her to duck back.

"You don't like it, Master?" she asked, putting on a little-girl voice.

"Yeah, er no, er... Yes, I liked it, I guess, but nobody's ever done that to me before." He looked into her sexy, sparkling eyes. "You really are a dirty girl, aren't you?"

Her saucy grin was breathtaking. "The dirtiest, Master. I could rock your world."

He didn't doubt it. Realising he had slipped out of character, he took a deep breath and stood up. "Good slut. Now, get on your hands and knees with your ass over the edge of the bed."

She complied, wiggling her butt when she was in place.

"Spread your knees wide," he ordered. Again she obeyed immediately.

Picking up the discarded panties, he placed them against her sopping cunthole and began to rub them all over it. She sighed and circled her hips in pleasure at his attention. After a few minutes of this, he began to push the lacy panties inside her wet sheath. She murmured her surprise, but made no attempt to resist him.

When he had them bunched inside her, he began to swirl his flattened fingers underneath her body, in circles over her clit. Hot puffy flesh slithered beneath his touch and her little bud blossomed from its hood to greet his caresses.

"Ohhh," she breathed, after his fingers had been working for a few minutes. "Oh, yes."

SMACK!! His hand withdrew and spanked back sharply onto her exposed cunt. Her hips rose in a buck and she gasped in shock.

"You really don't get this not speaking rule, whore."

SMACK!! SLAP!! SMACK!! His hand spanked her throbbing clit hard, making her flinch and hiss.

"Hmm," he said, standing back and looking at her ass. It was still bright pink on the cheek he had abused earlier and, through the gaping slit of her pussy, he could just see the black lace of her panties inside. "I think you need something extra to ensure you don't say a word unless I require it. Do you think so, slut?"

The short bob of blonde hair hung down either side of her face in golden curtains, hiding her from him, but he heard her whisper, "Yes, Master."

With that, he plucked the sodden panties from her tingling pussy. They were completely soaked with her juices, which was what he had wanted to begin with. Grasping a handful of her hair, he yanked her back so that she had to arch her body, and then roughly stuffed the panties into her mouth. He forced them in and packed them down into a tight ball before letting her drop forward onto her arms once more.




Buffy & The Four Ch. 05



NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together.

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While Buffy and Anya gyrated to the music, nose to nose, Willow wrapped her arms around the pair and closed her eyes. With an effort of will, she shimmered them through dimensional space so that around them the Bronze dissolved into Anya's bedroom.

"I'm feeling frisky," she purred, nuzzling the Slayer's ear.

Buffy reached up and tangled her hands in Anya's blonde, at least at the moment, locks. "Yeah," she sighed, "Me too."

"Oh, what the hell," Anya grinned. "I'm in as well."

"The power of three," Willow chuckled.

Buffy brushed her lips against Anya's, tasting the demon's sweet mouth. "Huh?"

"Nothing. It's a magical number of strong significance, that's all," the redhead smiled, stroking her hands down Buffy and Anya's back at the same time. Their light summer dresses felt soft and silky beneath her fingers, and her friends both wiggled with pleasure at the touch.

"First time with a girl?" the witch asked them both.

"Yes, but I've seen it done," Anya stated. "I'm over eleven hundred years old. You don't get to that sort of age without seeing everything, at one time or another. I watched a couple of girl's do it in college."

Buffy stopped licking the demon's lips and shot her a puzzled frown. "In college? You mean they had colleges back in the eight hundreds?"

Anya shook her head. "No ditz. I mean a college in England, during the nineteen sixties. You know, flower power, free love and all that."

Willow raised an eyebrow. "Were you at Woodstock?"

"Yes, but in my official capacity. You see, there was this pair of sisters who had been unsuspectingly sleeping with the same guy. It was only when one fell in love and confided..."

"Shut up and kiss me, huh?" Buffy asked, pulling her forward by the back of the neck. Their mouths met again and tongues slid between lips. The kiss was deep and breathless, leaving them both with pounding pulses and warmth in their loins.

"Care to share a little sugar?" Willow asked, ducking forward to get her turn with Buffy's mouth.

Their kiss began slow and tender, a gentle rubbing of lips and darting flicks of tongue. Gradually it increased in intensity until they were battling mouths and hungrily sucking at each other. The Slayer moaned in delight at the witch's skilful tongue, and so grabbed the girl and flung her down on the bed. "Let's get you naked."

Together, Slayer and demon tugged at Willow's clothing. When they had managed to yank off the girl's pants, she wiggled her hips to draw attention to her tiny panties. "Who's first to worship at my altar of womanhood?”

Anya clucked her tongue. "Wiccans! All about the Mother Goddess. Why can't she just say 'eat my pussy' like a normal lesbian?"

Willow beamed. "Okay. Eat my pussy."

Mollified, Anya ducked forward and placed a puckered kiss on the centre of the redhead's satin, hip-cut panties. Straight after, she poked out her tongue and drew it firmly along the hidden slit of her mons, pushing the silky material into it.

While she did so, Buffy climbed forward and sought Willow's mouth. "Mmmm, you taste of strawberries, Will, you know that?"

"Ahuh. Tara loves it."

"Me too." The blonde slid her tongue all around the rim of Willow's lips, then drilled it hungrily into her mouth. The Wiccan moaned as she reached a hand up behind Buffy's head to pull her tighter.

Anya had left the shiny front of Willow's panties wet and glistening with her saliva, now she pursed her lips on them, right over the entrance to her pussy, and sucked hard. Sweet cunt juice was drawn through the gossamer material and the demoness hoovered it up.

It felt so good that Willow dropped her free hand down to tangle it in Anya's curls, pulling her tight up against her throbbing sex, eager for more. She whimpered in delight at the joint sensations of having her mouth and pussy worked on by two such beautiful girls. That whimper stretched into a moan when Buffy grasped a handful of her breast, kneading it hard through the lilac bra.

"Oh, these feel good, Will. Think I want a taste of them," she whispered, punctuating her words with pecking kisses before sliding her mouth down the witch's throat toward her breasts.

Willow lay there and stared at the ceiling, her whole body burning with desire, and focused on each kiss the two women laid upon her. Supple, soft lips gave dabs of joy, sucks of delight. When her best friend began to mouth at the pliant mound of her lace-covered breast, the redhead arched her back, trying to get more aching flesh into that sucking heaven.

"Oh, Buffy," she groaned, lust thick in her voice.

With a sharp tug, Anya pulled the panties down, exposing her swollen sex that was running with juice. Although Willow could not see what she was doing because Buffy's head blocked her view, she felt the demoness blow a gentle jet over her enflamed cunt. The coolness across the heat felt amazing and she thrust her hips up to meet the breath.

"Suck it!" she gasped.

Anya smiled and used the thumb and forefinger of her left hand to spread the petals open, before stabbing her tongue right up inside.

"Ahhhh!" Willow grunted, bucking her hips.

Buffy leant further over her friend, seeking her other breast, and pressed her weight onto her to hold her down. Playfully, she nipped at the stiff nipple that was tenting up the delicate lace, grabbing it between her teeth and tugging.

"Oh!" the witch sighed, opening her eyes so that she could watch her friend's mouth. As she did so, she also spread her legs wider, allowing Anya in closer so that she could really shove her tongue deep. She could feel that hot, mobile little spear of flesh slither right up inside her hot passage, gathering the wet honey she was spending.

Desiring to taste skin, Buffy tugged the lilac cup of Willow's bra roughly down, freeing the quivering mound. Like a starving woman, the Slayer dropped her mouth over the milky white breast and fed hungrily.

"Oh my!"

Wet sucking, slurping noises and ragged breathing, complimented with gasps and moans, filled the room. Heady perfume mingled with the scent of aroused female flesh as all three girls got carried away with their passion. Exchanging her mouth for finger and thumb, Buffy plucked and tweaked both nipples hard, gazing deep into Willow's eyes to watch her reaction.

"I'm going to make you my sex toy, Will."

"Yes!" the redhead gasped, her eyes flashing with desire.

"You're going to be my slut girl. You want that?"

"Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I want to be your slut girl sex toy!"

Buffy chuckled as she twisted her friend's nipples harder, making the witch screw her eyes up and writhe. At the same time she licked up Willow's cleavage toward her throat, and then began to suck out a huge love bite.

Anya's cheeks, nose, lips and chin were glistening with pussy nectar. It was thick and tasted heady, with a slight aftertaste of almonds. She shifted her position a little to allow her to use both hands to spread the pink cuntflesh wide open, and stared deep into the narrow crevice. Bright pink crinkled flesh winked out at her, and she could not resist shoving her tongue back in to play with it.

"Damn, you're good at that!" Willow whispered as the tongue probed deep. Buffy was slobbering at her throat, making her mark plainly visible to anyone, and so Willow twisted her face to the side to give her more room.

Skimming her hand down the witch's belly, Buffy found the swollen pearl of her clit and began to flash the tips of her slim fingers over it wildly. Willow bucked so hard she nearly dislodged the Slayer, but the combination of her and Anya held her down. Now, with her throat being sucked, her clit rubbed, and her pussy tongued, Willow moaned in tormented pleasure.

Anya slid her mouth slightly higher so that she could worm two fingers into the soaking crevasse of cunt she was devouring. She thrust them in hard and fast, the redhead's pussy making squelching noises that accompanied her plundering.

"Oh Goddess!" the Wicca cried, thrashing wildly.

Like a chain reaction, fireworks exploded in her loins, then up her spine, in her breasts and nearly blew the top of her head off. She screamed in delight, going as taut as a bowstring, ecstasy chasing itself all around her body.

When the blackness and dancing sparks had faded and her vision returned, Willow saw Buffy and Anya, cheek to cheek, peering down at her.

"I think she liked that," Buffy said.

"Orgasms are well recognised as being pleasurable," Anya stated, deadpan.

The Chosen chuckled. "Well, duh! How about you next?"

"That is acceptable," the demoness said, unbuttoning her blouse.

"Okay, Locutus," Willow giggled, propping herself up on her elbows, still struggling for breath.

"I'm a cute what?" Anya asked, pausing.

"Forget it," Buffy smiled, reaching out and undoing the buttons the demoness had not. "That's Will showing she spends way too much time in Xander's place, watching reruns."

"But I spend far too much time in Xander's place watching reruns as well," the curly haired, blonde-at-the-moment demon protested. "Why don't I have these amusing little quips?"

"You have other qualities," Buffy told her, leaning close to press her lips to the girl's throat.

"Oh," Anya moaned, feeling the soft caress slide up her neck, seeking her earlobe. "That's lovely."

Willow knelt on the floor beside them, unbuttoning the shop girl's dress and letting it drop in a heap at her feet. Starting at the ankles, she skimmed her hands all the way up her graceful legs, enjoying the smooth skin. When she reached Anya's lacy black panties, she ran the back of her knuckles up the front panel, making a circle over where her clit was.

"Mmmm," Anya sighed, rotating her hips in the same direction.

"Jeepers, you're so wet it's amazing," Willow whispered. "And so sexy I could..." Not finishing the words, she leant forward and began to lap at the damp gusset like a kitten at a bowl of milk. Anya shuddered and quickly clasped the Wiccan's head to her groin.

Buffy's mouth teased and plucked at the ear lobe, kissing its way up the rim of her ear. As she did so, she moved around Anya, without breaking contact, until she was standing directly behind the girl. Using one hand, she brushed the mane of blonde curls to one side so that she could plant a kiss onto the nape of her neck. Letting her hand caress the demon's shoulder, then forearm, she slid both hands around the young woman until they were cupping her full bosom, which she squeezed.

"Mmmhhh! Yeah, like that!" Anya gasped. "But harder. Rougher."

Buffy smiled as she kissed, and did as she was bid. Rolling the thick nipples between thumb and forefinger, she pressed hard, eliciting another gasp of delight. "Like that, Ahn?"

"Yes. Pull my nipples."

Drawing them forward sharply, Buffy pinched hard at the same time.

"Uh! Oh, yeah!"

Willow tugged the sexy black panties down the girl's thighs, leaving them stretched between her knees. Using just the tips of her fingers, she stroked the soft inner thighs, earning another shiver of pleasure. Smiling lasciviously, she worked her fingers upward, before hooking her thumbs into the fleshy petals of Anya's pussy, parting them like curtains as she licked inside.

"Oh!" the demon whimpered.

Buffy shifted slightly, letting go of the girl's nipples and dragging her fingernails up over her shoulders, then down the centre of her spine in a deliciously teasing trail. When she reached the small of Anya's back, her hands slid apart, to each seek a buttock, which they scratched a slow circle upon. Then, without warning, she shot her right hand back and dealt a hefty spank to the demon's ass.

Smack!

"Yeow!" the curly haired blonde yelped, her hips jerking forward into Willow's snuffling face. The movement forced the redhead's tongue further up her cunt, making it doubly thrilling. "Do that again. Spank me, Da... Mommy."

Buffy chuckled. "Too used to playing this with Xander, huh?"

"Yes. We do like the spanking."

"Like we've never heard that before," Willow grinned.

Anya scowled and grabbed the back of the girl's head, forcing her face back into her pussy. "Less talking, more eating. Your tongue is immensely pleasurable in my vagina."

Willow's splutter of laugher only made the demon's clit throb with extra delight at the vibrations. Tasting the musky nectar oozing down the crinkled inner lips, Willow flattened her tongue and lapped again, before rolling it into a spear and stabbing it deep. She swapped tactics often, moving from little licks, to long laps, to deep thrusts, and then onto clit swirling circles. Soon her face was soaking with juices smeared all over her chin and cheeks.

Buffy struck the shop girl's ass with another sharp smack, undulating against her at the same time so that she pressed her breasts into Anya's back. "If I were a guy I'd bend you over the bed and fuck you hard," she hissed into her ear. "You're just the sort of slut that needs a good fucking."

Willow sat back, looking up into Anya's eyes. "Yes, you are. Maybe even fucking up the ass, too." An evil smile spread across her face. "In fact, I reckon we do just that. Got a couple of candles?"

"You're going to stick a candle up my ass?"

"No, sweetie. I think I can do better than that."

Bemused, Anya stepped away from the two friends and disappeared into the kitchen. Buffy looked down at Willow, saying nothing, just raising one eyebrow in question.

"Wait and see," the witch told her, getting to her feet. When she stood, Buffy moved close, holding her by both upper arms, and gently licked the pussy juice from her face. Willow let her head loll back as her friend chased the rivulets that had run over her chin and down her throat.

Anya returned with two slim candles, about seven inches in length. "Will these do?"

Reluctantly, Willow moved away from Buffy and took the offered items. "Sure. Now watch this."

Holding one in each hand, palm upward at waist height, Willow closed her eyes, lowered her voice and commanded, "Commutare Intra Gallus!"

The two candles fattened, turned from white wax into black rubber, reshaped slightly, and straps fell down from their attachments at one end. Buffy looked at the two strap-on dildos and raised her eyebrows, a slight grin on her face as she shed her own clothing. "I'm impressed."

"Well I'm not," Anya stated. "Transmute into a chicken?"

Willow looked defensive. "So? The word for penis slipped my mind. Anyway," she added, her voice hitting a deeper note, "with magic it is ninety percent will; not what you say, but the conviction behind it."

"Who cares?" Buffy said, taking one of the thick rubber shafts and leering at Anya. "I like it, and am going to fuck you into the middle of next week with it."

Anya grinned back at her. "In that case, I like it too."

Quickly, the Slayer and the witch buckled on their new toys, pulling the straps tight around their waist and thighs. "Gotta get them wet first," Willow said, showing her greater experience with these implements. "On your knees and suck my cock, bitch!"

Anya cooed in delight and dropped immediately to obey. Grasping the base of the thick rubber shaft with one hand, she fluttered her tongue over the head of the cock, lathering it with saliva. Moistening her lips, she then slowly fed the black length into her mouth, ducking further forward with each swallow.

Willow ground her teeth together, her eyes sparkling with lust. "That's it, baby! Suck my dick. Swallow my hard cock, you dirty little whore."

"Gee, Will, you sure know how to get a girl hot," Buffy muttered, licking her palm and then circling a thumb and forefinger around her own rubber shaft, wanking it slowly to get it slick.

Anya twisted around from Willow's strap-on to sink her mouth over Buffy's, helping making it wet and shiny. Grasping it at the base in the same way she had Willow's, she sucked first one and then the other like a pro.

"I think this slut has a talent there," Willow growled, acting macho.

"Enough of this," Buffy snapped, her own pussy tingling like mad as it creamed. She leant forward, snatched the young girl up as if she weighed nothing, and tossed her onto the bed. "Time to fuck her senseless, I reckon." With that, she dived on top of Anya, who wrapped her arms and legs around the girl eagerly.

"Do me, Buffy. Do me hard!"

Lifting her upper body, Buffy used one hand to direct the thick rubber phallus down to the pouting opening of Anya's glistening sex. She rubbed it left and right, working it into the girl's lips, then took her hand away as she pressed her hips forward, sinking the cock deep.

"Yes!" the demon gasped, locking her ankles over Buffy's butt. With a sideways wiggle of her groin, she sucked the rubber shaft into her wanton hole completely, feeling its artificial balls grind up against her asshole.

Lowering herself back down so that their breasts squashed together, Buffy kissed Xander's girlfriend, while her long blonde hair formed a curtain around their faces. Their tongues clashed and fought, seeking mastery over each other’s mouth. With a slow tempo, the Chosen began to thrust the strap-on in and out of the young woman, gradually pulling back further and further until its glans were nearly slipping out on each stroke before she slammed it back home.

"Oh, God!" Anya gasped. "That is fucking beautiful! Oh, shit yes!"

Between them, the two girls were rocking the bed so much they barely noticed when Willow climbed on, walking on her knees to their side. She then sat back on her haunches, the black cock jutting up hard and proud before her. As she watched her best friend fucking the demoness, she worked her fingers underneath the fake cock, wriggling them up inside her hungry cunt.

Back and forth, Buffy's black shaft flashed in the wet tenderness of Anya's pussy, which gulped and slurped wantonly. Each deep thrust squeezed liquid nectar out around the rubber cock and sent it running down Anya's ass to make the bedspread wet. Their kisses had become impossible, both girls grunting and gasping with the effort, and the pleasure.

"Fuck her, Buffy!" Willow goaded. "Fuck that bitch hard!"

Twisting her face toward the witch, the Slayer grinned wickedly. Then she turned back to the job at hand and ploughed that wet hole relentlessly. Anya's hands were like claws on Buffy's shoulders, digging furrows with her nails. "Oh, Hell yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh!"

Willow watched for a few more minutes, her fingers constantly busy appeasing her own desire, then she took them out and wiped her juices onto her strap-on, which had dried a little. "Roll over guys. Buffy, lie on your back, Anya on top."

Slowing her pounding to a gentle pistoning, Buffy grasped an arm under Anya's waist and rolled as requested, dragging the shop girl over with her. Once there, Anya nestled her knees on either side of Buffy's hips, sitting upright and using one hand to cast her hair back over her head, out of her eyes. "Phew! This is fun."

Willow straddled Buffy's legs, settling herself behind the demoness. "Stick with me, babe. Lesbians have all the fun."

As the Wicca pressed her hand into the centre of Anya's back, making her lie breast to breast upon Buffy, the demon glanced back over her shoulder. "If that is so, why do you make toys in the shape of penises?"

Willow opened her mouth a couple of times, searching for a witty reply, then she frowned. "Shut up and get ready." With that, she drooled a long strand of saliva onto the blonde's asshole. Grasping her fake cock, she nestled it up against the puckered hole. "Hold still, you two."




Buffy & The Four Ch. 05



Grudgingly, the two girls complied. Anya settled on Buffy's upthrust shaft, it in her pussy to the hilt, as she awaited Willow's violation. Gently, but firmly, the witch pressed forward, feeling the ring of muscle resist for a moment before Anya relaxed and let her in.

"Oh, fuck!" the demoness whispered, feeling uncomfortable as the thick length slid up her ass. Willow eased it into her, going slow but determined as she worked it deep. Finally, after a little more pressing, the rod of rubber was fully inserted.

"Laughing Lucifer!" Anya grunted, feeling incredibly full, amazingly used, and more slutty than ever.

"I think the whore likes this, too," Willow grinned, looking over the demon's shoulder at Buffy. The Chosen's blonde hair fanned out beneath her head on the bedspread, making a golden halo as she winked back at the witch. At that unspoken signal, both girls began to thrust their rubber cocks slowly in and out of their friend.

The following few minutes were punctuated by nothing but grunts and gasps, moans and sighs and squelches. Heavy breathing marked the effort they were expending, both the two doing the fucking, and the girl taking it.

Three bodies thrashed, joined as one.

"Do you like that, you dirty, dirty whore?" Willow snarled, reaming the young woman's asshole savagely. She plundered the tight, puckered ring of flesh, using and abusing it. "You darn slut! You've got two big cocks in you, fucking you like the tramp you are!"

Twisting a hand in Anya's mass of blonde curls, Willow yanked her back sharply. When the demon was bent like a bow, her face in a grimace of mixed pain and pleasure, the Wicca hissed into her ear. "Tell us what a slut you are. Tell us how much of a whore you are. Tell us that you like being double fucked."

Just before she could answer, Buffy lifted her head to bite a nipple that was swinging before her face. Anya yelped in shock, then gasped, "Yes! Oh, yes! I'm a slut. I'm a dirty fucking whore who loves being used like this. Your cocks feel so good in my ass and my cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Together, the Slayer and the witch pounded the demon relentlessly. Willow added her other hand to Anya's hair, using it like reins as she slammed her hips back and forth against her jiggling buttocks. "Take it bitch! Take it! Take my cock up your ass!"

Anya mewled when her first orgasm broke, making her freeze and shudder. Her cunt muscles gripped the rubber phallus tightly, but were unable to stop the power of the Slayer driving it in and out. The feeling of having her asshole fucked at the same time prolonged the orgasm, drawing out is peak, making it far stronger. Waves of dancing pleasure rippled throughout her body, one fading as the next one surged, combining into a churning maelstrom of delight that left her weak and helpless.

While she convulsed, Willow rammed hard in and out of her forbidden gate, spearing it as deep as she could. The impact of her hips slamming into Anya's ass sent fantastic thrills through the young witch's clit, which was hidden behind the back of the rubber cock. Gritting her teeth, the young redhead felt another orgasm explode in her body, hot and intense.

Seeing Willow's eyes roll up into her head as she opened her mouth in a silent gasp, Buffy laughed and bucked her hips faster to drive her cock more rapidly into Anya. "Way to go, Will! Ride that bronco!"

With combined groans, Willow and Anya sagged forward, their weight and position making it impossible for Buffy to fuck the demon any more as they all lay in a sweaty heap.

"That was... extreme," the Wicca whispered, her cheek pressed against Anya's slick back, between her shoulder blades.

"Extraordinary," the demoness agreed, just as breathless, her cheek pressed to Buffy's.

For a minute or two, all three girls just lay there, happy and sated. Finally, Buffy pushed her two friends to the side, and they toppled free of each other. "Okay, my turn."

Anya nodded. "Yes. The carnal pleasure is most welcome. I think I should wear one of these," her fingers grasped Willow's strap-on, milking it as if it were real flesh.

"I've got an idea," Willow said, propping herself up on her elbows. "Why don't I let Anya use this one on you Buffy, while you use yours on me?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Train fuck, anyone?"

Swiftly unbuckling her straps, the redhead gave the strap-on to Anya, who put it on just as quick. When they were ready, Willow climbed over to Buffy, on hands and knees, and offered herself to her best friend. The Slayer knelt behind her, easing the thick black rubber shaft into her greasy slot. With a gentle push, the fake cock slid in easily, right to the hilt. Next, Anya positioned herself behind Buffy, pressing the Slayer forward a little so that she could get the right angle to feed her cock into the Chosen's slippery sheath.

"Oh!" Buffy sighed, feeling the thick shaft fill her throbbing cunt fully. She felt wonderfully stretched around the hard rubber, and it was soon rutting back and forth in her slick cunt. "Jesus! Oh, yeah!"

Grasping Willow by the waist with both hands, Buffy began a synchronised thrusting inside her, so that each time she drew her hips back from the witch, the demon was plunging her cock deep. Between them, the three girls fucked each other hard, their rhythm getting faster and faster.

"Ahuh! That's it!" Willow whispered, lowering her forehead to the bed sheets, looking back, upside down, through her tits to where she could see Buffy. The Slayer's thighs slammed into the back of the witch's hard, driving the phallus deep, and making waves ripple across the redhead's pale buttocks. At the same time, Anya was plunging her own cock back and forth, shafting it in Buffy's twitching hole as far as she could.

The sound of flesh smacking flesh accompanied their moans and grunts. The bed protested mightily, its springs squeaking and shrieking, but the girls were too blissed out to even notice.

In and out, back and forth, hard and fast they fucked. Thick black rubber drove deep into soft pink wetness, plundering and claiming it. Breasts bounced and jiggled as their owners pounded each other.

Finally, almost as if choreographed, orgasm burst in first Buffy, then Willow and Anya. The world melted for the three girls as pleasure made them soar free from their bodies.

At that moment, lost in delight, Buffy felt something. It was almost like a 'click' in her soul, but it was quick and sure. The added pleasure of orgasm had aided the essence of Love at just the right moment, and together they drove away the last of the Hate from her system.

Collapsing in a jumbled heap, the three young women giggled and gasped, stroked and smiled. Buffy and Anya unfastened their strap-ons and dropped them off the side of the bed. Willow had sighed and twisted onto her belly, laying her cheek sleepily on the pillow.

Buffy rolled to her left and draped her arm languorously over Willow's back. The redhead smiled lazily and nuzzled her face into the soft pillow as the Slayer lay gentle kisses on the nape of her neck.

"Sorry about this Will," she whispered into the witch's ear.

Before the Wicca could even wonder what she was talking about, Buffy used a karate chop in just the right place to render her unconscious.

Instantly, Anya rolled away from Buffy, too quick for the Slayer to try the same tactic.

"You've changed!" the demoness said accusingly, as she sprung to her feet beside the bed, backing away.

"Yep, back to good old non-possessed Buffy,” the Chosen said, using a forward roll to close the distance between them and scissor Anya’s feet from under her. As the demon collapsed, Buffy drove an elbow into her belly and followed it with a punch to the face.

Unfortunately, Anya was made of strong stuff and the double blows hardly fazed her. She grasped Buffy by the throat and tried to squeeze the life out of her with one hand. The Slayer felt the blood pounding in her veins from the crushing grip, and locked one hand onto Anya's wrist. With her other hand, she used a flat chopping blow to hammer into the demon's elbow joint, forcing the straight arm to bend. As it did so, Buffy borrowed from Faith's repertoire and headbutted Anya.

"OW!" The demoness protested, releasing the Slayer and cupping her forehead.

"Ow? Anya you've been impaled on swords, so I know a little bump to the head isn't going to stop you."

Like a champion break-dancer, Buffy spun on her back, her legs cartwheeling as she did so, before she wrapped them both around Anya's neck and slammed her to the floor. Forced flat onto her back, the demoness clutched at Buffy's shins, trying to weaken the grip. As supple as a gymnast, Buffy leant forward, balled her fist and drove it into Anya's face until she was unconscious.

Sagging back, she blew a golden lock of hair out of her face in temper. "I HATE hitting my friends! The Daughters of Gaia are so going to pay big time for this."

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When the musical tones of her mobile phone rose up out of her purse, Dawn looked as surprised as the rest of the group. "Who could that be?"

"If it's Janice, tell her you're busy," Faith said, sharply.

"Uh, sure," the teen said, frowning at the number on the little screen. Punching the button, she held the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

After a second, her widening eyes and shocked expression had the attention of everybody. She held the phone out to Giles. "It's Buffy. She says she has captured Willow and Anya and wants to know if you know of a way to fix them."

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"I-is she okay?" Tara asked, concern filling her face as she knelt beside the chair on which Willow was tied. They had gone to Anya's and helped Buffy bring the two still-possessed girls back to her home.

"She'll be fine," Giles said kindly, inspecting the bruise on her neck. "Give her the essence. If I am right about this, it should work almost instantly on Willow. From what you've told me she changed very quickly when infected, so the cure should be just as quick."

Tara tilted her lover's head back and gently opened her mouth. Lifting the rose petal to her lips, the young Wicca used a finger to wipe the essence of Love into the redhead's mouth.

To their left, Xander was doing the same to Anya. "It'll be just as quick with Ahn, right?"

"I am unsure. Buffy, how long did it take for Anya to be possessed after you infected her?"

"Okay, you know that wasn't really me, don't you?" the Slayer said, looking disappointed at him. She then glanced at Faith. "None of it. I mean, yeah, it was me, but it wasn't me me. Clear with that?"

Her girlfriend gave her a grin. "Sure, five by five with that Bee. It wasn't really you trying to cut my head off, or doing a good job of flattening my face into the ground. Got that."

Buffy hung her mouth open and just stared as the brunette tried not to laugh, then she smiled and giggled herself. "And it wasn't me that you threw all around the back garden, either."

The two of them chuckled together, a comfortable undercurrent taking away all the unpleasantness they had just been through.

Their smiles faded as the air in the room swirled into a vortex around Anya's chair, and between the two Slayers. The demoness vanished from her seat to appear instantly next to Faith and Buffy. With the element of surprise, she used a backhand to slap Buffy across the room, then spun and thrust both hands into Faith's chest, knocking her off her feet.

"Oh boy are you lot in trouble!" she scolded, thrusting Oz away easily as the young man leapt at her. He was replaced by Giles, who used a whirling combination of punches, shoves, chops and grasps to drive her back, away from the others. Each blow he delivered staggered her, not doing any damage but keeping her off balance.

"Stop that!" she demanded, reeling.

When she finally snagged hold of his shirtfront, Buffy was beside him and knocked the demon's grip loose. "Hey, hands off my Watcher!"

Giles slid back smoothly, making room for Faith as the second Slayer joined the first. Together, the Chosen kept Anya on the defensive, driving her against the wall and then combining their attacks to keep her busy.

"Ahn, please!" Xander cried, upset at seeing his girlfriend taking such punishment. He twisted to Tara with a desperate plea, "Do something!"

"I-I don't know what to..." she began.

"I do." Ropes came to life beside them as they writhed and unwrapped themselves from Willow and the chair. The redhead stood and then lifted her hand to the battle across the room. "Somnus!"

Anya yawned and closed her eyes, sinking to the floor. Buffy and Faith relented, but stayed in fighting poses, ready to act. After a moment, the brunette relaxed and turned an amused smile on the Watcher and English sorcerer. "All that talk about her being too dangerous to tie up and you two Mary Jane's didn't think about sleep spells?"

Ethan's eyes narrowed, but Giles looked sheepish and took off his spectacles to study them intently while he polished them. "Ah, er, well, you see..."

"Chill Gee, I get it. You did what you could, but Red is better at it."

"Yes, quite," he mumbled.

"I dispute that viewpoint," Ethan told her, slightly offended.

Buffy slid between them, her eyes fixing on his with a cold menace. "You are on thin ground here, Jeeves. Keep quiet or develop punch mouth."

"Are you going to let her talk to me like that, Rupert?"

"Yes, actually."

"Well really!" Ethan scowled at them all for a moment. "If this is the thanks I get, then I'm off!" With that, he stalked out the door.

"Okay guys," Buffy said, letting her gaze drift to each of her friends in turn, "I think it's time we went and had a little discussion with The Daughters of Gaia."

"Wait Buffy," Willow said, her voice a little quiet. "Ruth is too powerful for an open confrontation. She's packing some heavy firepower. Look." With a wave of her hand, the witch made the nearby wall ripple into a vision of the Daughters.

"Hey, cinema in Willow-vision!" Xander quipped, as he knelt beside his girlfriend and began to pick her up.

They watched for a moment, seeing the teen witches subverting the zoo, then Willow cancelled her scrying spell.

The Slayer glanced from her friend to her Watcher. "Alright. Any suggestions?"

He nodded. "Yes, we need to destroy the Machina Demonica so that she loses her advantage. We've already learned how to get there, but we would still be facing countless demons under his control. I'm not sure we will stand a chance."

Xander was carefully laying the sleeping Anya on Buffy's couch. "A covert op would succeed against superior forces, rather than a full-on assault.”

"You sound so cool when you go all military with the verbal," Dawn sighed, dreamily.

The young man blushed a little. "A small force could slip through the net where a more direct approach would be discovered. Maybe just the Slayers is best."

"The only way into the dimension is where the magic streams out and into Ruth Gordon. The Daughters aren't just going to sit back and watch while we try to cut them off at the source," the Watcher told him.

Buffy set her lips into a tight line. "In that case, you'll just have to keep them busy while I go in and tinker with Gohy's machine."

Faith frowned. "Bee, can I see you a minute?" She nodded toward the stairs.

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Ethan sat in his car for a moment before starting his engine. "Good luck, Ripper, old man. You're going to need it. But my time was not totally wasted, I discovered something you're not going to like. No indeed. That scratch on your throat is infected. Not enough to make you become possessed, but certainly enough to give you nasty, un-Giles-like ideas. I think I may stay in Sunnydale and think of a way to exploit that new chink in your armour."

Pulling the car away from the kerb, the Englishman was already mulling over possible spells he could try.

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"No way! Nu-huh, not gonna happen."

Faith shook her head. "Think for a minute, would ya?"

"Why? It's obvious you're not!"

"For once actually, yeah, I am."

The brunette slouched back on the bed, supporting her body by her elbows. "It's gonna be a war in that zoo with all those creatures transformed into an army. The Scoobs are gonna need a leader - and that ain't me. Face it Bee, you are the one they always turn to for the plan, or for support, or an example. Me? I'm just the cocky chick who they have to put up with because I'm a Slayer. In a time of crisis..." She paused, "Gee, Giles really rubs off on you after a while, doesn't he?" That brought a smile, and she chuckled, "Which, as images go, ain't a bad one."

Buffy grimaced and Faith just shrugged, "Anyway, in a time of crisis it is you who they look to."

"Faith, that's..." Buffy said quietly, seemingly taken aback by the other girl's take on their roles. Then her face darkened, "...the dumbest thing I've ever heard!"

"Huh?"

"Dumb. In fact, in an alternate dumb dimension built entirely of dumb things and only populated by the very dumb, they have a prize for the dumbest and you just won first place!"

"Okay, again with the huh?"

"Of course the others look to you! You're a Slayer. Okay, you may put on this huge act about not caring if you fit in or what others think of you, but hello? Not fooling anybody."

"Bee..."

"So Xander, Will and the others show it more with me. I've been their friend longer and I don't put up walls the way you do. That doesn't mean you're not a part of this group. It just means you're complicated. And dumb."

"Hey, enough with the dumb!"

"So I'll be the one to go into the dimensional portal."

"No, you won't. You're only being so stubborn because you think it's a one-way trip. You're trying to protect everybody like you always do. Well, newsflash babe, I'm a Slayer too and so you can't protect me. As for the Scoobs and me, well, yeah, I suppose they do listen, but ten times out of ten they wish it was you there instead." She held up her hand to keep Buffy silent. "It's true, Bee. In a fight, they feel safer with you around. I'm too much of a loose cannon for their tastes. They'll work together better as a group if you are there to centre them."

Buffy folded her arms tightly and scowled at her girlfriend. Faith just grinned. "Getting pissy won't work either. Face it, babe, I get to be Solid Snake on this one." This time her face dropped into a frown. "Solid Snake? I gotta stop spending time with Xander. Computer games are such a guy thing."

Humour shone on Buffy's face, wiping away the concern. "Hey, don't stop doing that. All that button pressing is a good work out for your fingers.”

"Second best one available, huh?"

They both exchanged a saucy smile.

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"Listen up."

Everybody hushed and looked at Buffy. "Faith is going to go and do a little Slayer overhaul on Gohnarth’s machine. While she does that, it will be our job to stop Ruth and the rest of the Daughters of Gaia. Willow, Tara, you're our line of defence, okay?"


Both witches looked doubtful and Willow's brow wrinkled as she shrugged. "I'm not sure we will be of much use, Buffy. The feed from the Machina Demonica puts Ruth well above our league. I don't even think we could slow her down much."

"Well try. I'll do whatever needs to be done, but I have to reach them to do it and that is going take your help."

The witches nodded.

"Oz, you try and keep the Daughters' slaves away from Will and Tara. I'm betting that Ruth will try to take them out as soon as possible. Take Veruca with you."

"Huh?" The blonde singer had not been listening to the speech, too intent on nuzzling Oz's ear. Her face melted with surprise that Buffy was including her in Scooby business and a small smile crept onto her lips. "You want me there?"

"Yes. When they start casting spells at us, the more targets there are for them to choose from, the less chance they will hit somebody I care about."




Buffy & The Four Ch. 05



"Oh," the sleazy blonde said, crest-fallen. "Cannon fodder duty. Gee, how nice."

"What about me?" Dawn asked.

Buffy ignored her and turned to Giles. "I'd appreciate it if you could cover my back. There are an awful lot of those beasts."

"I'm surprised you even feel you have to ask," he said, a little hurt.

She reached out and laid a hand gently on his forearm. "I know I don't." Her eyes connected with his and it was electric. He could see in them that she had complete faith in him, complete trust, and a deep care for his safety. He nodded and she turned to Anya.

"Can your powers help stabilise the rift when Will widens it?"

"Dimensional travel is child’s play, Buffy," the curly haired blonde told her. "Gohnarth's spell is the real problem and it's too strong for me to affect. But I can hold the rift for as long as the magic is passing through it. I think."

"That'll have to do."

"What about me?" Dawn tried again.

"You're staying here."

"What?! No! Why?"

"Because this is too dangerous, Dawnie. There are so many of them that none of us can afford to be keeping an eye on you while we fight." She let the hard look drop from her face as she reached out and cupped her sister's cheek. "I need you to be safe. If I'm worrying about you then I could mess up and that would be bad. Do this for me Dawn."

The teen glanced around the room and saw that the rest were in silent agreement with Buffy, so she dropped her head. "Alright."

"Good. Anybody got any questions?"

Veruca nodded. "How come Dawn gets to stay away? What happened to needing everybody there to give them more people to shoot at?"

When she caught Oz's look of reprimand, she held up her palms. "What? I'm just saying, that's all."

Glancing at each in turn, Buffy saw that they were ready. Setting her mouth into a tight line, she said, "Right. Pick some weapons, then let's go and visit the zoo."

Xander nodded. "But not the Hyena house."

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Willow took Faith to one side. "Here, you are going to need this," she said, pressing something into the Slayer's hand.

"What is it?" the brunette asked, glancing down at the long leather cord with a bronze disc dangling from it. There were a multitude of faint runic symbols scratched upon it.

"It's a talisman to enable you to return through the rift. You see, Gohnarth's spell is designed mainly to keep things out, but is almost as effective at keeping things in. Almost. Only with this around your neck will you be able to get back out before the portal closes. Don't lose it."

"You're saying I'm stuck there without one of these?"

"Ahuh."

"Oh. Thanks. Got a spare?"

"No. We didn't have time to imbue two with enough magic to work, so don't lose it. 'Kay?"

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"Wow, there is more of them than I thought," Buffy said.

The Scoobies were surveying the zoo from the ridge that overlooked it. Down below, the transformed animals, now all humanoid, milled about while they awaited further command from Ruth.

Buffy looked at Faith and the two Slayers seemed to communicate on an unspoken level. Turning around, she told the others, "Our first job is to get Tara, Willow and Anya into position. Will, can you narrow it down to where you need to be yet?"

The witch was cross-legged, holding a peacock feather to her forehead. "Just a minute," she replied finishing the spell of vision. Dropping the feather, she opened her eyes and gasped.

Down in the zoo, near the polar bear enclosure, there was what looked like a purple storm of light. It sprang from a point in the air, the point where it broke through into this dimension, and roared down into the tiny body of Ruth. At first, it looked like a tidal wave appearing and streaming into the young witch. The amount of magical energy that was being fed to her was astonishing. Dozens and dozens of tiny wisps streamed out from different points of her body and snaked off to each find a transformed creature. The magic was constantly moulding them, keeping them both humanoid, and under control.

"There," she said, pointing. "The Daughters are in the polar bear enclosure and the magic is fountaining nearby. We should have enough room to breach the portal, and still fight them a little away from that."

"Good, that gives us a front line to hold."

"Why are they in the polar bear enclosure?" Xander asked.

Giles put down his binoculars. "Tactics. The enclosure is basically an island, surrounded by a deep pit. It will be very hard to get to them because they have drained the water."

"A little damp crevice ain't going to stop Bee, is it?" Faith said, nudging her fellow Slayer. The scowl she got back seemed to be her ideal reward. After wrinkling her nose in a teasing gesture, she turned to Giles. "Tell me one last time what to expect."

"Well," he began, replacing his spectacles as he did so, "according to the myths, the Machina Demonica funnels the magic through a mystic gem before releasing it into the desired target."

"Mystic gem? Why?"

"It's sort of like a capacitor. The unfiltered stream would be too harsh to be useful, so it floods it into the gem, which releases it in a slow, steady stream over time. The portal should take you to the gem, where I suppose there must be some method for them to pump the mystic energy to it from the machine; just backtrack that method."

"Can't I just whack the gem, then?"

"The gem itself is said to be similar to a huge diamond and is supposedly almost indestructible. Anyway, we need the actual machine destroyed. If not, they may still be able to find a way to use it. If you er... inflict your special brand of maintenance on the device itself, they may not be able to repair it. Or at least not for a long time, depending on how thorough a job you do."

The brunette raised a playful eyebrow. "Special brand of maintenance? Is that the nice way of saying smash it up a little?"

Her watcher smiled. "Actually, it's the nice way of saying smash it up a lot."

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Ruth felt giddy with all the power. It filled her with the certainty that nothing could stand in her way. Nothing could stop her. She nodded to her friends and smiled. "Let's get this party started."

With that, she turned to face the collected beastmen and, her voice barely audible, said, "Come to me and assemble. I have orders for you." The whispering wind spell that Kim had cast carried her words to the ears of every intended target.

Mary leant over to Kim. "Let's get this party started? Told you she has a crush on Pink."

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"Now's our chance," Buffy said, rising and dashing down the slope toward the gates. Her friends rose too and swiftly followed.

When the Slayer reached the gates, she launched a leaping kick that smashed them inward. It slowed her just enough for Faith to sprint past. "Taking a break, Bee?"

Together, the two Chosen ran for the centre of the zoo.

Ahead of them there was a hulking beastman that had once been an orang-utan. Its amazingly long arms were immensely powerful and the creature had leather padding on its chest as good as armour. The beast was slower than the rest, and so was the last to obey its summons. When it heard the feet racing toward it, it turned and balled its fists. "Oh good, som'in' to bash!"

"This is gonna be a tough one," Faith said, slowing to a walk. Beside her, Buffy nodded and matched her pace.

As the monster advanced, the air beside it swirled into a vortex and Anyanka appeared. Dwarfed by the massive beast, she showed no concern and hit it hard, before it could react. The force of her blow sent the creature hurtling backward, slamming into a concessions stand that crumpled around it.

"You guys go on, I'll catch you up," she said, striding toward the debris as the beastman began to heave his way out of it.

The two Slayers glanced at each other, shrugged, then set off running again.

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"The Chosen are going to interfere, Master."

"Yes," Gohnarth replied, his lipless mouth smiling to reveal his needle-like teeth.

Azaroth did not understand. "Isn't that a bad thing, Milord?"

"Far from it. Their meddling will force Ruth to draw more power to fight them. When she does, the tainted stream will corrupt her soul faster, more potently. She will become capable of things she would never have done without our... encouragement. It will mean we get her soul so much quicker."

The throne room echoed with the dreadful laughter of the Demon Lord.

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The whole Scooby gang huddled behind the curved wall to the lion enclosure. They were only about thirty feet from the rent in the dimensional wall, although nobody but Willow could see it. To her, it looked like all the purple energy was bursting through a pinprick-sized hole and spreading out quickly into a stream nearly seven feet across as it homed in on Ruth. It was halfway between their current position and the mass of transformed animals.

The crowd of beastmen all gathered around the edge of the polar bear enclosure, looking across the chasm to their mistresses. The Daughters were stood on the island, which was little more than a few little grassy hillocks with a single tree a third of the way along it.

"Where's all the snow and ice?" Xander asked, a little disappointed.

"Hush!" Buffy hissed.

Ruth had walked forward, about ten feet from her three friends, and was giving her version of an inspirational speech.

"My slaves," she said, raising her arms toward the massed ranks of beastmen. "Tonight we will take this town apart, piece by piece. I want them all to suffer. By morning, I shall rule this place, and you will have the honour of having served me well."

Mary leant close to Jody's ear. "She's really losing it now, Jodes. The extra power is doing something to her. Do you think Gohnarth has betrayed her in some way? Maybe done something to her?"

Jody looked just as worried as Mary. "She sure is getting worse and worse. I mean, Ruth was always a bit bossy, but this is ridiculous and not like her at all. There is nothing we can do about it, though."

Kim wrinkled her brow. "I don't like this anymore. I never really wanted anyone to get hurt. Should we tell her that we've changed our minds?"

"Are you nuts? No way!" Jody hissed. "She's too into it all now. Cross her and I hate to think what may happen. No, for better or worse we've hitched our wagon to hers, and we'll just have to see how all this plays out."

"Maybe," Mary said. "But if we get a chance to stop it, I'm thinking maybe we should."

Buffy motioned for Willow and Tara. "Okay guys," she whispered, "it's your show now. Get that thing wide enough for Faith to slip through. Giles, Xander, Oz, Ru, you get ready to help me hold the beastmen off, okay?"

A swirl in the air beside them signalled Anya's arrival. She frowned as she was running her fingers through her hair to comb out several cornels of popcorn. "Damn sticky stuff! Look at what it's done to my hair!"

Tara took out a salt shaker, tipped it up and began to draw a ring around Willow. While she did, the redhead was mumbling an incantation and cupping her hands before herself like a bowl. After a moment, a white light flared with her hands, which she then cast toward the stream of magic. The white light shot forth, warping as it went into a shape that seemed to resemble a dove. It hurtled into the unseen purple energy and exploded in a silent shower of sparks, which cascaded down to the ground unnaturally slowly.

"Ungh! Got it!" Willow gasped, her voice grating with the effort as she seized control of the portal.

Tara unfurled a thin red ribbon, whispered a blessing over it, looped it around Anya's right wrist three times, then took the other end and fastened it around Willow's waist. "Okay," she told the Vengeance demon.

Anya concentrated on opening the dimensional wall. It hurt like Hell, where normally she felt nothing at all, but her will was channelled through Willow and into the gap she had made. Between them, they stabilised the portal and widened it to an oval nearly seven feet in height. When they had it settled, it was simple for them to turn it visible to the rest.

Unfortunately, visible to the rest also meant visible to the beastmen.

"Look at that!" gasped a leopard-man.

"No!" Ruth cried. "Stop them!"

At the command, the entire crowd of transformed animals turned and ran at the Scoobies.

"Go, now Faith!" Willow called, rotating her outstretched hands to mould the mystic energy into the correct form to allow passage through.

Faith dashed for the mystic gate, with Buffy by her side to provide blocking cover.

"Gonna be okay without me?" the brunette asked, with a teasing smile on her face.

"Sure," Buffy replied, setting her eyes on the leopard-man that had reached the portal in front of them. "You only get in the way, anyhow."

Laughing, the two Slayers double-teamed the unfortunate beastman. One swept his legs from under him while the other battered his paws out of the way to land a sickening blow to his throat. As the slower animals raced closer, Faith nodded to Buffy, "See ya in a bit."

When the brunette turned to pass through the rift, Buffy called, "Faith."

"Yeah Bee?"

"When you've done, don't let the portal hit you in the ass on the way out."

Her girlfriend laughed and disappeared through the swirling magical rent. Buffy ducked the fist of a transformed antelope and grabbed him by the horns. With the stomach-turning sound of ripping and cracking, she kept her grip and yanked her arms apart.

Xander, Oz, Ru and Giles had all spread out before the two Wiccans, forming a line of defence. As the mass of beastmen charged them down, Giles held his quarterstaff firmly and glanced to each of them. "Steady yourselves now. No heroics, this is only a holding action, got that? All we need to do is keep them back from Willow until Faith returns."

Ru turned to Oz. "He said all, didn't he? ALL we need to do. Like it was easy or something. Er, hello? Outnumbered by quite a bit here! We're gonna die."

"Not today," Oz said lowly, keeping his eyes on the charging crowd.

Behind them, they heard Tara mutter, "Cadria, take the sight from the unnatural!"

The air in front of the charging crowd suddenly exploded with dozens of red blooms of light, like fireworks bursting at head height. The creatures howled and skidded to a halt, clutching at their eyes in fear.

"Oh no you don't!" Ruth snarled, seeing her army stopped by a mere illusion. Spreading her fingers, and drawing on the Machina Demonica, she reversed the effects of the spell and cancelled the light show. The beastmen seemed stunned for a moment when their sight returned, but then they bellowed and charged once more.

"Nice try, Baby," Willow told her girlfriend through gritted teeth.

Flowing around the battling Buffy like a deadly tide, the monsters attacked the group. The first to reach them was a cheetah-man and Giles dropped him with a lethal combination of blows. Then the wall of beasts engulfed them all and everyone had their own battles to fight.

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The beastmen ferociously attacked the Scoobies. Teeth and claws and fists descended on the young defenders. But these humans were not quite the easy prey the monsters were expecting; they had all spent so long aiding the Slayer in her duties that every one of them was more than competent in a fight. 

Four huge beastmen charged at Ru, but when they were a couple of feet away from her they scrambled to a stop and began looking worried as they sniffed at the air. One pointed to her and snarled something, before they backed off and headed for different prey.

"Hey, they must be able to smell the werewolf and are too frightened to attack me!" the blonde laughed to the others.

"That's great!" Xander shouted, "Come and stand by me, would ya!"

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Dawn looked in disgust at the bloody carcass of the orang-utan-man. Wrinkling her nose, she stepped over an outstretched arm that had far too many new right angles in it, and followed after her friends.

She was furious that Buffy had insisted she stay away. After all this time, her sister still played mom and treated her like a useless little girl! Well, she would prove that she wasn't useless. She would help them, whether they wanted her too or not.

She made her way in the direction she had watched her friends go, and was just in time to see Faith disappear into the portal on her own, while the rest began the battle with the transformed zoo animals.

Keeping out of sight, she unslung the crossbow from her back and put down the quiver of bolts and the sword she had brought. Quickly, she nocked a quarrel, lifted the crossbow and aimed at one of the beasts.

She released the trigger and, with a twang, the quarrel leapt across the forty feet between her and the monsters to bury itself deep in the ribcage of an antelope-man. The luckless beast was flung off its feet by the fatal blow even as the teen was grabbing another bolt.

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Buffy spun and kicked back a couple of beastmen. Their pack-mates swarmed forth to take their place though, and the Slayer had to work hard to defend herself. Some of the animals had torn up wooden fence posts and were using them as clubs. That was handy because she disarmed one and then taught it just how it should have used the weapon.

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Faith felt her skin crawl into gooseflesh as she stepped through the portal. She was in a room that was roughly thirty feet circular, and the only object in it was a large pillar that supported a diamond the size of her torso at its top. Behind it, there were two huge double doors, with a wooden beam lent beside them. The mystic gem was glowing brightly as it was fed magic through a brass pipe that ran across the floor and through the wall beside the doors.

Walking forward, she pushed one of the doors open slightly to peer out. She was surprised to see a stone stairway dropping away from the beacon room down to a city far below. The sky was dark grey and filled with lightening flashes but, unlike in her world, the lightning here was red. Black clouds rumbled across the sky, illuminated with red glows that made it look as if they were on fire.

"Friendly place," she mumbled and crept out onto the stairway. The city below looked slightly Arabian in nature, with minarets and domes scattered about on buildings that seemed constructed of white, hardened mud.

Hurrying down the stairs, which were about six foot wide before dropping over a precipice on either side to the city below, Faith concentrated on the narrow brass pipe that ran down one side of the steps.

"Not a piece of string in a minotaur's lair, but hey."

A shriek that could have been either inhuman joy or extreme torment made her flinch, but she could not tell where in the demonic city it came from.

When she reached the bottom, the brass pipe ran forward into the side wall of what could only be a palace a hundred feet away. The place it entered was beside an ironbound wooden door that had a hefty looking padlock on it, and a sleeping Hagna supposedly on guard duty.

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"Hold it!" Willow gasped, pain coursing through her body.

"I am holding it!" Anya snapped, focusing her power on the portal.

The dimensional walls were not taking kindly to being stretched so wide by the two young women and were straining to close. Slowly, inexorably, the breach was narrowing and they could not hold it for long.

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"Stay here and do what you can to stop them," Ruth told the three members of her coven. "I'm gonna go and rip that Wicca bitch into little pieces."

"A-aren't you going to stay here to protect us?" Kim asked, fear in her voice.

Ruth thought about it for a moment, and then shook her head. "No. With this power I don't need to." Lifting her hand, she gestured at the three girls. A rainbow hued dome of light sparkled into existence around them. "There, nothing can get through that."