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Buffyverse: Continued Ch. 01

By: unrepentant1



Obviously, this is totally unofficial and based on Joss Whedon's Buffyverse. This is in no way an official story; I'm simply borrowing Joss' characters for a while. I hope he won't mind. 

I will give most new characters that I introduce a description in the text, but I may also suggest at the beginning of each story who would be the guest star to play them if it were a real T.V. episode. For example: Holly in this episode would be played by Shannon Elizabeth as she appeared in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.

This is set in an alternate Buffy verse. All of the events that have happened in Buffy have still happened in this Buffy verse with the exception of the death of the slayer Kendra who survived after series 2 but 'died' after Drusilla cut her throat in that her heart stopped, calling Faith. Events following this have been different in so far as they now include Kendra. She recovered from a grievous but non-fatal throat wound in Sunnydale and remained there when Buffy fled to Los Angeles. She returned again after Faith's turn to evil and fought alongside Buffy against her, capturing her alive. Together, they brought her back around and the three slayers fought the mayor together at graduation. She then returned to her home and returned only sporadically after that, notably during the fight against Glory and the battle against The First's minions. Faith meanwhile went to Los Angeles to help Angel Investigations, returning to aid in the fight against Willow when she turned to evil, in which Faith was almost killed. She returned to Los Angeles again to fight evil after Angel's move to Wolfram and Hart, and then returned to Sunnydale to fight The First Evil.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: New Beginnings

The screen cast a column of light over the girl as she sat, long legs outstretched, facing the television. On the screen, a small brunette in a black mini-dress was lying on a table looking up at a large man. 

'Oh yeah,' the girl viewing spoke under her breath. 'She wants it, dominate that little slut.'

The man moved forwards and leaned onto the brunette, their tongues sliding over one another as they kissed, sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down, exposing her firm and luscious breasts to his wandering hands. He took first one, then the other in his mouth, his hands squeezing them gently. The brunette moaned.

'Fuck her, give that little slut some action. Fuck her juicy little cunt, go on stud give it to her hard.'

The girl watching began to feel tingles between her own thighs. She moved her hips, the zipper on her skin-tight jeans rubbing against her crotch and she felt herself moistening.

The man's hands hiked up the brunette's skirt and he began to rub her through her panties with his thumb, pushing the pad of his thumb into her and pulling the underwear with it. The brunette moaned.

'Do it, do it now!'

The man pulled her underwear aside with one hand, unzipping his fly with the other and moved the head of his cock to rub it up and down her slit. 

The girl watching undid her top button and slid a hand down the front of her jeans. She felt her own pussy twitch as the man on the screen finally penetrated the brunette up to his balls, sinking with ease into her slick cunt.

Behind her she heard the door open and a sharp intake of breath, she hurriedly pulled her hand from between her wanton thighs, fastening her top button rapidly. 

The man who had opened the door waited in the doorframe discreetly until he was sure that she was ready to speak to him, he could see the TV but not her from where he was, but was aware of the hurried movement.

'Hello Faith,' said Xander. 'Feeling lonely tonight were we?'

'Screw you Xander'

'Ha, we tried that already, it didn't work out too well as I recall.' 

'What do you want?' 

'Well actually, to see you, Giles sent me. I've just gotten off the phone with him, he and Buffy have collected the last few slayers that they knew about in Europe, they're planning to bring them back here in a few days.' He paused.

'And?'

'Well, there's something that Giles wanted you to know about. He's been exploring some ancient texts,'

'So what else is new? God, you'd have thought he'd have something resembling a life these days. I thought Europeans were supposed to be all 'sophisticated' when it came to sex.' She shook her head. 'Even being as British as he is you'd have thought that in a few months there some of it would have worn off on him.'

'Let's really not explore the concept of anything 'rubbing off' on Giles and move to the reason he didn't just call you. He needs you to go to Europe. Both of us in fact. I have tickets right here.'

'Europe? Well hey; I've heard people are alot looser over there and if Giles is paying what the hell. Lets go bump some uglies. But why the transatlantic for just another demon-slaying? He already has an army of Slayers at his...' She smiled slowly, a sultry and sexy look coming to her face as she spoke the word; 'fingertips.'

'I don't know. He said it was best not to ask.' He put on his best Giles impersonation. 'Suffice it to say, there is a very grave threat.'

'Oh good, just what I wanted. Ah well, at least it gives me something and hopefully someone, to do.'

'Exactly...'

Quetzonatl had slept for many centuries. 

Her spiritual tomb had held her bound whilst her power ate at it. The Aztec people had been hers to feed upon, to enjoy. Her power had grown strong during her centuries of feasting upon them. Thousands of sacrifices to her, for whichever God they had been worshipping had merely been another façade, another guise for her power. 

Now, she began to awaken. Her powers had finally defeated the walls of magical energy binding her essence to the core of the world. The army sent against her physical form and not been a threat, it had been the witches. Unable to defeat her, they had been able to banish her to a prison of power. She would not repeat her errors.

The Spanish had ended her dominion, they had brought with them both the richest food for her palette, the ones they knew of as 'Slayers' but also death and dominion to her favoured people. Even the raw power she had gained through manipulating and feasting upon not one, but three slayers one after another, had proven to be insufficient to counteract the robbing of the ritual sacrifices the Aztecs had given her for centuries.

They would pay. She would find her people and use their power to destroy them all.

As her consciousness spread, she reached out. She was weak, sacrifices would be needed and soon.

The world tasted... different to her.

Her people were gone, she could sense this. Whilst mankind's hatred and willingness to kill was clearly still rampant, their ability to make use of the chemicals and objects of the world seemed to have grown. She searched. 

Then it happened. She sensed the first one's essence nearby, the power, the raw energy so easily manipulated to release waves of sexual energy. She could not believe her luck; a slayer so nearby seemed to be an ideal situation to be exploited whilst she grew in strength and energy. She would bide her time and then...Wait! Another of them! Definitely! On the same continent, she could not believe her luck. But two of them? They had always sworn to the rule of one. 

She expanded her search and was overcome with hunger. There were hundreds of them! Most of them seemed to be further away, in the region the hated Spanish had arrived from, but they seemed to be moving. Too many to be taken lightly, yet if she could bide her time, manipulate them and toy with them, her power would grow. Feeding from so many slayers should be more than enough to bring her back to full power. They would enjoy the process at first. Bristling with sexual energy they would pleasure one another for days, until her power grew enough to allow her to drain them completely. Then they would die. All of them. To feed her, and with this raw power she would enslave a new people. She would be strong again.

With relish, she focussed her attention upon the first slayer she had found. Time to test her abilities...

Faith followed Xander, her mind fluctuating between considering what the new great evil could be and, oddly, how tight Xander's ass was as he walked in front of her.

The first and only time she had slept with him, he had had a reasonably good body; nothing particularly special, but certainly no less than average. Several years of building work seemed to have hardened him up. His shoulders had broadened, he had lost his baby fat and tightened up in all the right areas. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it before. Anya must have really had it good with him before...

Thinking about the slain ex-demon brought on a little twinge of guilt in the bad-girl slayer. She knew Xander still mourned the loss of Anya. They had been separated for several months by the time she had died and neither had any illusions entering that fight against the minions of the first, but it had still hit him hard. Faith's thoughts turned sexual again as she thought how she had missed the opportunity to comfort him because of her closeness to Robin Wood. The former principal had remained in her life for a few months after that before they had grown apart. Of course, it didn't help that she had slept with one of the new slayers from Buffy's cadre, part of the reason she hadn't elected to follow the roving slayer band to Europe in fact. 

Faith felt that tingle between her legs again as she was walking. She tried to clear her mind, she didn't really want to be squelching wet in her underwear as she was walking, but the memory of her night with the other slayer, a slayer roughly as old as she was who had been a potential not called because Faith had been, made her body react of its own accord. As her eyes roamed however, she realised that looking at Xander caused her pussy lips to tremble and release yet more fluid. Could it be she wanted him?

Xander opened the car door for her and started to walk around the to the driver's door. She didn't give him the chance.

'Hey Xander,' she said in a sultry voice as she put a hand on his muscular bicep and turned him around. 'What's the hurry?'

Her other hand placed itself on his crotch and she felt a small twinge from the flesh beneath as his cock responded automatically. She massaged it through the fabric of his brown corduroy pants.

'Faith what the...' he asked, a perplexed look on his face, but he didn't move away.

'I was just wondering why we never did get to give each other that second,' she licked her lips, 'taste...' Faith heard herself say this, but couldn't understand why she had become so hot and heavy towards Xander so quickly. She hadn't been this horny surely? 'I think we should do just that. Plus you interrupted my movie. So how about it stud? You show me yours...'

'Faith no, we can't, Giles said...'

She silenced him by pressing her crimson lips to his and forcing her tongue into his mouth. For a moment he did not react, then he took her in his arms and returned the fierce kiss fully. They stood kissing for a long moment, then she started to undo his belt.

'Faith wait, we should get inside first.' His whole tactic changed in an instant, as he gave in to a desire for her that he had harboured for years.

'It's late Xander, no one cares, but if your that worried about it,' She dropped his pants to his ankles and dropped to her knees. 'then after I swallow your first load, we can take it to the inside of your car.'

His response was a choked moan as she slid her hands into the waistband of his underwear and pulled his cock out, licking the tip softly, tickling it with her tongue.

All resistance left him as he leaned back against the car.

She wasted no time, licking up and down the length of his shaft before taking the head of his cock between her moist lips, her tongue playing on the underside of it, tickling and teasing more. Then with one fluid motion, she deep-throated him, his cock sliding all the way to the back of her mouth.

'God Faith, don't stop.' He wheezed between heavy breaths.

She slid her mouth back off his cock, kissing the tip and licking the underside again, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth like a cat. Her big brown eyes looking up into his.

'Please, please take it all in again Faith. God I've missed you so much. Please suck me.' His mouth was slack with need.

She did as he asked. She took his cock into her mouth up to the hilt again, her big brown eyes looking up into his. He placed his hands on the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair. His hips began a slow fucking motion, his cock sliding in and out of her throat. She was skilled, taking breaths when possible, her lips never leaving contact with his prick for more than a split second. Her hands began to tickle the underside of his balls as she slid his hardness in and out of her mouth.

The suction from her mouth combined with the soft tickling from her hands on him was soon too much.

'Oh my God, I'm coming Faith! I'm coming! I'm...'

His voice trailed off as he shot a jet of come down her willing throat. For several seconds she continued to milk him with her lips, suckling on his cock like a kitten on its mother's teat. 

When he was almost spent she pulled his cock out of her mouth but held her mouth open as he sprayed a final jet onto her tongue. She licked him clean and rose, opening the door to the back seat of his car she pushed him onto his back inside. 

She took her time taking off her jacket, shirt and her pants and hurled them onto the front seat. Standing in the cold night in just her lacy red thong and bra, her nipples swelled. Xander meanwhile pulled off his pants and shirt, making himself nude for her. Sitting up on the back chair, she could see his cock was already hardening again. 

With a sexy little grin she undid her bra and climbed into the car, closing the door behind her. 

She sat astride him, their wanton crotches separated only by a thin layer of lacy red fabric. She rubbed her crotch against his naked manhood, pressing it against his stomach as she leaned back so he was able to lower his head to her firm breasts.

'Am I a slut Xander?' She asked softly.

'You're mine Faith,' he responded between sucks on her breast, then as he switched to her other breast. 'Tonight, you're all mine. Your tight pussy and your gorgeous tits. Your soft little mouth and your firm ass. Your hair, your eyes; all mine.'

Her eyes rolled back as his tongue teased her nipples, he had definitely learned a thing or two from Anya. His hands began kneading her ass cheeks before one slid lower along her thong-clad buttocks so that one middle finger could extend to rub her pussy through her underwear from behind.

Faith moaned as he made contact and his finger entered her slightly, taking her underwear with it.

'Then take me Xander, make me yours. Fuck me like the little whore I am, make me moan for you.'

He needed no further encouragement his hand toying with her pussy lips through her thong pulled the garment aside. 

The cool air of the car felt delicious on her cunt. 

He slipped the tip of his dick into her and the air left her in one hot breath against his neck. He paused there, making her wait.

'Come on!' She moaned breathlessly, wriggling her hips but he held her up with his other hand, not letting her sink onto his erection.

'Fuck me! I need it so badly Xander, make me yours forever.' 

She couldn't believe she had said that. She didn't do forever. 

In the back of her mind something catalogued that as an incorrect response. Such thoughts were driven from her however as Xander pushed her onto himself, sliding into her up to the stalk of his cock. The suddenness after the agonising wait made her gasp and they looked deeply into one another's eyes as they sat, him deep inside of her for a long moment. Then she slowly began to gyrate her hips, rising off of him slightly with her knees on the car seat, arching her neck in the confines of the car.

Her pussy tightened on him, the slick walls already very wet from her arousal drawing on him and pulling on his dick deliciously.

His head lowered once again. Pressed this close he could not quite reach her nipples with his mouth but instead buried his face in her ample cleavage, licking and sucking the flesh of her breasts.

His hips returned her thrusts and as they met each time, he was forced all the way into her.

The friction of him in her pussy began to quickly push her to the brink as she felt an all too familiar heat rising in her stomach. 

She began to gyrate faster and faster, her snatch slick with her juices and his precum.

Xander was in heaven. Her body was so warm, firm yet smooth and soft against his. The walls of her pussy were slick with her intense arousal as he felt her pussy muscles squeezing him.

'Xander fuck me, don't stop I'm going to come!' Faith moaned.

'So am I Faith, your tight little pussy is so hot and so wet. I've wanted you so badly for so long. Let's come together!'

Her response was a loud wail as she flooded his crotch with her hot juices. He thrust one last time deep into her and held his dick in her balls deep as she felt it swell and then shoot jet after jet of semen into her depths. Her pussy contracted in concentric rings, it felt like another even better blowjob to him as her cunt milked his cock for every last drop. They both cried out in ecstasy as they came, then she slumped against him, her hot breasts against his heaving chest, holding each other in the afterglow of their fucking, his softening dick still buried inside of her.

They sat like that for several minutes before she pulled herself off him, her lips sticking to him briefly from their combined juices. His come ran down the insides of her thighs, soaking her thong as it slid back into place over her soaking crotch as she sat down next to him on the backseat, both of them sitting looking straight ahead. They felt weak, oddly drained, but both felt a feeling of contentment. In the back of their minds, they realised that what had just happened was strange. They felt too contented about it. Even Xander, who had longed for Faith ever since their first time, could tell that something was amiss.

'Well, that was fun.' Faith said dryly.

'That was...' he paused for a second.

'I know lover, I'm good.'

'Yeah you are. So, what does this mean about us?'

'Us?' her voice raised slightly as she turned to look at him. 'Xander I don't think there is any 'us'. Get some, get gone remember?'

'Right.' His face fell, the feeling of contentment receding from them both rapidly.

'But in your case, I think I'll make an exception on the get gone.' He turned to look at her quizzically as she said this. 'We are not any kind of item, but we're both hot singles in America, we both have needs the other can fulfil. Let's just be fulfilled. But hey don't we have demons to fight first?'

'Right, yeah we should get dressed and get on that then.' His face held a look of shell-shocked confusion, but he certainly wasn't going to turn her down. As he thought about trying to find his underwear and pants from the floor, he became aware of her hand rubbing his cock again, and it responding in kind by hardening once again, though slower this time.

'Yeah we should, but first, a little something to set us on our way.'

She pulled him to her and their lips met once more, sucking on each other's tongues with deep passion as she tore her underwear off, her slayer strength ripping the fabric with ease, dropping the ruined and soaking garment to the floor as she slithered atop him once again. It was going to be a very long night...

At this, Quetzonatl relished the power she had already been able to consume from their heat. She regretted only that in her weakened state she had not been able to ride each of them to death, making them give their all.


Buffyverse: Continued Ch. 01



Ah well, this slayer seemed to be the type who would provide her with many choice morsels with the right nudging. Soon enough she would have her fill and when she was able to drain the rest of that delectable army of slayers, then she would be able to reap a huge amount of energy, returning to her full power or beyond in a matter of days. She would be able to claim so much power that she might even let this tasty find live to bring her ever more victims. 

Time would tell. Soon they would all belong to her in any case. She relished that, and as the couple's second joint orgasm sent another torrent of energy to her, she set about using her power to prepare for the next phase. She would aid proceedings manually, all she needed was a suitable host. 

Yes, posing as a slayer should do nicely. Searching, she found one of the slayers from the army of them and set about modelling herself after this one. Roughly 5'9", firm breasts and a tight, tanned ass she was shapely but voluptuous. Her long brunette hair with blonde highlights was worn in pigtails and she wore glasses. Quetzonatl sensed from the slayer's mind that she was older than most of the other potential slayers, roughly the age of the one called Faith. Quetzonatl also sensed that she knew exactly how attractive she was but used her innocent look, her pigtails and glasses to great effect. To Quetzonatl, such things were strange. Having slept for several centuries she was unsure if such things really were the case, but from the slayer's memories she could tell she was experienced, and had many sexual conquests, she also already had experience with other women, one of them was Faith. She would be perfect.

Quetzonatl pushed with her power, forcing the girl's personality out of her body and into the prison she had been held in so long, she felt the familiar dragging sensation as her consciousness flooded to the vessel and her senses swam before darkening completely.

'Holly?' An insistent voice echoed in her mind. 'Holly are you ok? Answer me.'

Her eyes slowly opened and she looked up, her glasses were askew on her face as she looked into the face of a blonde girl with long wavy hair and soft, pouting lips.

'I'm fine, wha-what happened?'

'You feinted, are you sure you're ok?'

'Yes, I'm fine really, I don't know why that happened... Buffy.'

'Ok, well, be careful, if you feel faint again just lie down ok?'

'Ok I will, thanks.'

Quetzonatl felt her skin raise into goosebumps as she picked herself up. It was delicious simply to feel as humans did once more. This body was so firm, so tight. She was going to have a lot of fun with it. The memories it provided were useful to her too. 

This... Buffy, was one of three slayers who had been the first to exist simultaneously, breaking the ancient law of single slayers. They were the respected and most experienced of the Slayers here. She would enjoy seducing her and draining her of power. Her memories included a discussion with Faith suggesting that this would be difficult however, because Buffy was almost as straight-laced as Kendra.

She would enjoy feeding on them both. After her rise to power she might even maintain these three, the strongest of the Slayers as her personal guard and playthings.

Time would tell. 

For now, she had business to attend to. Looking around the room at the youth hostel, her eyes fixed upon a girl sitting on a lower bunk bed, the only other in the room. A book was open in her hands. Her skin was slightly darkened as though tanned, but she could tell that it was a natural pigmentation, not a tan. She was at least in part descended from her people. She rose and stretched her arms high, yawning loudly and tilting her head, her firm nipples stretching the fabric of her tiny grey t-shirt. For a second she saw the eyes of the girl on the bed flicker to her body, lingering for a moment on her breasts before guiltily shifting back to her book. A name popped up in Holly's mind, Kennedy. She should prove to be easy prey, a nice warm up for this body to see what it could really do. Her tiny grey shorts clung to her as she began to walk languidly towards the girl.

Let the games begin... 



Buffyverse: Continued Ch. 02



Obviously, this is totally unofficial and based on Joss Whedon's Buffyverse. This is in no way an official story; I'm simply borrowing Joss' characters for a while. I hope he won't mind and with any luck I'll return them all in a few instalments time in one piece. 

I will give most new characters that I introduce a description in the text, but I may also suggest at the beginning of each story who would be the guest star to play them if it were a real T.V. episode. For example: Holly/Quetzonatl would be played by Shannon Elizabeth as she appeared in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.

This is set in an alternate Buffy verse. All of the events that have happened in Buffy have still happened in this Buffy verse with the exception of the death of the slayer Kendra who survived after series 2 but 'died' after Drusilla cut her throat in that her heart stopped, calling Faith. Events following this have been different in so far as they now include Kendra. She recovered in Sunnydale and remained there when Buffy fled to Los Angeles. She returned again after Faith's turn to evil and fought alongside Buffy against her, capturing her alive. Together, they brought her back around and the three slayers fought the mayor together at graduation. She then returned to her home and returned only sporadically after that, notably during the fight against Glory and the battle against The First's minions. Faith meanwhile went to Los Angeles to help Angel Investigations, returning to aid in the fight against Willow when she turned to evil, in which Faith was almost killed. She returned to Los Angeles again to fight evil after Angel's move to Wolfram and Hart, then returned to Sunnydale to fight The First Evil.

This is Chapter 2 of the story.

Chapter 2: Fumbling in the dark

Kennedy was angry. She sat on her bunk in silence. She wasn't used to staying in anything less than four star hotels whilst travelling, European youth hostels were not exactly up to her usual standards. 

On top of this, Willow had made her angry. Kennedy had always believed that Willow had been attracted to slayers. She was sure that after Willow had admitted to herself that she hungered for the sweet sex of women, she had entertained a little lust for her friend Buffy.

Since the hell mouth had been closed, Willow had been spending more and more time with the slayer Kendra. Kendra's knowledge of the occult, courtesy of her watcher, was often able to fill in the gaps in Willow's reading and vice versa. Earlier on that night, Kennedy had challenged Willow. 

At first Willow had been shocked, but that quickly turned to anger and Willow had stormed away. Kennedy had remained here and turned to her novel, a trashy romance, and was determined not to go and find Willow first. Now she was experiencing guilt of her own.

The slayer Holly had a body to die for. Kennedy had caught herself sneaking glances at the firm breasts and asses of many of the slayers since they had all met as potentials. She had carried a flame for the English slayer Molly before her untimely death at the hands of Caleb but hadn't acted upon it. Then she had met Willow and she had tried to stop looking. But some slayers, particularly the exotic looking Caridad and the voluptuous Holly still caught her eye.

Now she and Holly were alone in the bunk room, and Kennedy was having a hard time keeping her eyes glued to her novel. It didn't help that Holly kept stretching languidly and was wearing only a short pair of silk grey panties and a small, tight grey tank top, and had been for most of the night.

Then, shortly after Buffy and Kendra had entered the room talking, Holly had fainted, collapsing backwards onto her bunk with such force that Buffy had gone to see if she was ok. After she awoke, Buffy and Kendra had carried on their way and Holly had stood again, stretching her long legs and her arms behind her head, pushing her breasts against the tight fabric of her top. Kennedy had felt a tightness between her legs and had shifted her knees closer to herself as she forced her eyes from the hard nipples visible against Holly's top. Then Holly had begun to walk towards her across the room, each of her long, bare legs stretching seductively before each footfall, her hips swaying deliciously. 

The tightness between Kennedy's legs became heat, then slickness as she felt her clit hardening in arousal. She suddenly found herself longing to take Holly's nipples into her mouth, to feel the other slayer's wandering fingers on her snatch, rubbing her, penetrating her. 

Kennedy had been relieved when Kendra had entered the room with Buffy, she had been afraid that Willow had been with Kendra, angry and confused. Willow often became horny after she had been angry, something that Kennedy and Willow had in common. They had had some incredible grudge fucking sessions after they had argued in the past.

But now, Holly was washing such thoughts from her mind, all Kennedy could think of was her firm, tanned skin and ripe, firm tits. Her mouth watered a little and her pussy was fully engorged as she became totally aroused. 

As Holly reached her bunk and placed one hand on the post of the bed, leaning in towards her, Kennedy felt her pussy muscles begin to contract in rhythmic cycles.

'What are you reading?' Holly asked innocuously.

Kennedy was unable to answer as she fought to hold her orgasm back, fought not to cry out. She was sweating and breathing heavily. She could not understand how Holly had almost made her come, and hadn't so much as touched her yet. 

For a long moment she was able to make no sound, then she felt her cunt pulse and she flooded the crotch of her white pyjama pants with her juices. The orgasm ripped through her and she moaned then cried out with joy.

'Wow, it must be a good book,' Holly's voice was amused, 'is that spilled coffee in your pants or are you just pleased to see me? You cried out my name, so I guess it's probably me...'

Her voice as she finished her sentence was low and sultry, emphasising the sounds. She didn't wait for a response and before Kennedy had recovered, Holly had leaned in close and forced her mouth over Kennedy's. In the same move, she slid her left hand onto Kennedy's taught belly and down over her smooth skin into the waistband of her pyjamas. Kennedy was bare beneath the pants and Holly's hand found her pussy immediately. Holly pulled away from their kiss for a moment.

'Nope, it's not coffee.' She slid her now-buttery fingers back into Kennedy's engorged snatch as Kennedy took a breath to respond. Kennedy gasped but fought through to finish the sentence.

'W-w-what are you d- oh my god! Doing?' Kennedy squirmed under Holly's skilled manipulation. 'I c-can't I'm w-with Willow!'

'You can't? I think it's pretty clear that you can.' Besides, it's not like we'll be married, you really think Willow isn't going to fuck the brains out of Kendra whilst you're angry at one another?'

This made Kennedy angry.

'What the hell did you just sa...' She was cut off as Holly forced their lips together once again and withdrew her fingers from her snatch, taking the nub of her clitoris between her thumb and forefinger. Kennedy bit the tip of Holly's tongue as she forced it between her lips, not hard, but enough to make her back off. It didn't.

Holly's other hand slid beneath Kennedy's top and squeezed her left breast, feeling the warmth of Kennedy's skin against her palm. In a split second, Kennedy's anger turned to desire. She didn't care. In that split second there was nothing but her hunger to taste Holly's skin, to lick her soft thighs and to take her sweet sex to her mouth.

Holly's slick fingers pulled free of Kennedy's sopping pussy and she raised them to the young slayer's lips. Kennedy locked eyes with her as she sucked her own juices slowly from them, her tongue swirling around the fingertips.

Holly then returned her newly moistened fingers beneath the waistband of Kennedy's pyjamas to slide them back into her pussy.

Holly continued to finger Kennedy whilst their tongues fought in their mouths, slick surfaces sliding over one another. Holly caught a slight tang of Kennedy's taste still on the slayer's tongue from her licking her fingers clean.

Holly's fingers on her clit then returned to working in perfect rhythm and Kennedy found her second orgasm upon her before she knew what hit her. As the orgasm reached the point of no return, Holly knelt to give herself greater access and slipped her middle finger up to the second knuckle into Kennedy's asshole. 

Kennedy cried out loudly as she came onto Holly's wrist, her juices soaking her forearm and adding to the pool on the bed sheet beneath her. 

'Oh god Holly! Finger fuck me!' Kennedy writhed on Holly's hand. 'I'm coming so fucking hard, fuck me harder please!'

Kennedy whimpered as her orgasm began to recede. Her body was awash with pleasure. Even Willow had rarely made her come this hard, Holly was breaking all of her barriers and didn't seem to even be trying yet.

'Now,' Holly said, grinning as she stood upright, dropping her glasses to the floor. 'It's my turn.' With both hands she pulled her halter top up and over her head. Kennedy wanted to rise to hold her top over her eyes, to take her tender nipples into her mouth and suckle, but found her orgasm's after effects were still too powerful. Instead, she removed her own top. 

The two topless beauties paused for a second, eyeing each other longingly. Then Holly placed her thumbs into the sides of her panties and began to slowly slide them down her thighs. As she did so, Kennedy undid the ties of her pyjama bottoms and began to work them down her own thighs. They were nude at precisely the same moment and hurled their garments to the floor.

At that moment, they heard footsteps and voices from outside the room.

'Oh god! Quickly we have to hide!' Kennedy's senses flooded back to her as panic struck her.

'It's ok, come to my bunk quickly!' Holly said.

'It's dark, no one will catch us. Besides everyone thinks I'm straight, they won't suspect and we can hide under the covers.'

Kennedy bit her lip, unsure. But the footsteps drew nearer and her mind was made up. She rose quickly, threw the bedcovers over the wet spot she had left on her bed and kicked her clothes under the bed. Holly meanwhile threw her clothes onto her bed. 

A split second before the door opened, Kennedy virtually tackled Holly onto her bed and pulled the covers over them. 

They lay, heaving chests pressed against one another. Feeling each other's warm flesh but trying not to make a sound beneath the cover.

Whoever it was entered the room and was still talking, it sounded like Caridad and Vi. Their voices trailed off as they drew level with Holly's bunk, clearly they could tell she was not alone. After some hurried shuffling, they heard the pair leave the room and the door close quietly behind them.

'Well,' Kennedy said, her face buried between Holly's tits. 'That was close.'

'Mmm,' Holly purred, 'keep talking your breath and mouth on me is incredible!'

'We should go somewhere more secure. They've left us for now but it won't be forever, they all sleep in here too.'

'We could go to the owner's room, he was away for a few days he said, leaving the building to the managers.' Holly wriggled herself, her crotch pressed against Kennedy's bare knee. 'He'd never know and it's the opposite way from where they left.'

'Ok then. Let's go quickly.'

Before they rose, Kennedy licked each of Holly's nipples until they were erect and she felt her pussy moisten pressed against her knee. 

'Now, we can go.'

2.

Kendra ducked beneath a powerful right hook and swayed to her right, bringing her left foot up in a powerful kick, connecting with the vampire's right cheekbone. A human would have probably be dead after such a blow, but the vampire spun in the air before landing on his feet, almost overbalancing but nevertheless upright.

Behind her, Buffy rolled to avoid a thrown knife which clanged off the stone mausoleum behind her. Rising she hurled a stake dusting one of her two attackers. She then turned to the other, swaying to avoid a thrust by a knife. She seized the attacker's knife hand and pulled it towards her, stretching his arm. She then leaned against his elbow and pulled the arm towards herself at the wrist. She heard his arm snap horribly and a bone jutted from the flesh on the inside of his elbow. 

The attacker screamed and dropped to his knees where Buffy wasted no time staking him. 

Kendra's attacker was somewhat more experienced. They traded blows for several seconds before he finally landed a punch under her jaw that sent her sprawling.

'Need help?' Buffy called.

'No ah don't' Kendra replied in her thick accent. 'Dis one jus doesn't know when ta die. I'm aboot ta teach him though.'

She flipped her legs and was back upright, catching the thrown punch and holding his arm out straight in front of him, landing a snap kick to his crotch that doubled him over. She then turned and threw him over her shoulder before dropping down in one fluid motion to drive her stake into his heart.

Breathless the two slayers stood and looked at each other for a moment.

'Well, that was fun.'

'Just like old times,' Kendra agreed. 'well, actually just like all our times.'

'The original chose two.'

'Yes,' Kendra's eyes lowered for a moment.

'What? Come on spill.' Buffy looked concerned.

'Well, tis just,' Kendra bit her lip. 'Faith should be 'ere too. We three, we chosen t'ree are the original t'ree. Dese others, look to us for guidance, for leadership. She should be 'ere too.' 'You know why she isn't,' Buffy took a deep sigh. 'The girl just can't control herself. Wood would have done her good if she had been able to just...' her voice trailed off as she shook her head. 'Well, done is done. Anyway, we're going back in a few days to collect the last few slayers Giles has been able to find in the good old U.S of A. He tells me there's one in Seattle who has been fighting vampires on her own for the last year, she should be interesting. We can look in on Faith when we get back.'

'Dis threat dat is comin'

'Yeah?'

'It is dangerous. It can assume many forms an a doot we will be goin back to America quite when we were plannin' to.'

'But...'

'No, der is more. Giles did not want to tell you, I must confess I have, difficulty speaking of such tings.' Kendra averted her eyes and took a deep breath. 'Dis threat, it's name is Quetzanatl. It has been alive for many centuries and it feeds on human energies. Not lives, not blood, energy itself.'

'Like the Judge?'

'Yes, and no. It does not burn to kill, it kills because it must feed. It cannot stop. That is why it is so deadly to Slayers.' Kendra forced her eyes to meet Buffy's. 'Quetzanatl is particularly adept at claiming sexual energy. Slayers were made by fusin' demon energies wit humans. Our power is very deeply female. Any magical powers deeply associated wit one of the human genders is innately sexual. We are no exception. It gives Quetzanatl power over us. It can manipulate our thoughts, our desires. It can bend us to it's will.'

'What, it's going to make us...'

'Quite possibly, yes.'

'How do we beat it then? I know the legend said it took an army last time but we have an army of slayers, surely...'

'No. First of all, de army did not beat Quetzanatl, powerful members of de watcher's council did dat. We slayers only feed it's power, we should try to avoid it.'

'But you said it could be here already, that it would manipulate us all.'

'It will. In fact it is probably already 'ere in de form of someone we know.'

Kennedy's tongue flicked against Holly's clit as the other slayer moaned deeply, bucking her hips against Kennedy's face.

'It will be too weak to kill wid de feeding yet, but its powers will grow. Wit dis many slayers.'

Holly's hands held Kennedy's face against her sopping cunt as Kennedy's hands kneaded her ass cheeks. Holly felt her orgasm approaching.

'Giles must be able to come up with something.'

'Aye, I tink he will. But it will need the tree of us. De original tree. Those given power by the ancient spell, not de new. We may be able to resist it more.'

Holly let one hand move behind her own ass to Kennedy's hand, she grabbed it and carefully guided Kennedy's middle finger to her ass hole as her orgasm began. She stretched her feet to tickle her own soles against the bed stand as pleasure exploded in her vagina and Kennedy's tongue was bathed in the sweet, salty taste of her come.

'So we need Faith.'

'Aye, dat we do. I thought I should warn ya before it comes to dat.' Kendra looked into Buffy's eyes. 'Der is more but, it makes me uncomfortable. Giles will tell you more I tink. We must go on one last mission as tree, find what we seek on de way and perform rituals to draw upon our power. Only dat way can we beat Quetzanatl. We may need de witch...'

'Willow.'

'Aye, Willow, to aid us from here. We should get some rest first though. Giles will want to speak wit us in de morning.' 

Kennedy stood on the bed, bent double. Holly knelt behind her, her tongue playfully licking Kennedy's already come-drenched pussy, her clit began to tighten and grow as a throbbing began once again in her cunt.

'Let's go get some rest then. I wonder where Willow could be? I haven't seen her or Kennedy since earlier and they seemed to be a little,' Buffy paused to think. 'Off with each other.'

Holly's slick fingers reached around Kennedy's hips to rub her clit once again as Holly's tongue snaked it's way backward. Tickling Kennedy's taint and probing for her ass hole made slick by the juices of her climaxes. As her orgasm built again, Holly held her tongue stiff at her back entrance, waiting for the right moment...

'Mebbe. We shall see. But we must be careful Buffy. We cannot tell de others too much or Quetzanatl will learn of it. I could not tell you earlier but Giles believes this threat is greater than we ever imagined.' Kendra put a hand on Buffy's shoulder. 'We must not speak of it to de others. At all. Even dis, Kennedy and dose you trust. Dey must know nutting. We are protected from it's mind reading and control, but only so long as it does not realise dis is de case. If it believes we suspect anything, it will break down our barriers and mind-rape us both. Faith will be protected soon enough and Giles will have her brought here. Den we will begin. Until den, tell them nutting.'

Kennedy's mouth opened in a silent yell, her orgasm hitting her so hard that she could not form a sound. Holly's tongue impaled her on itself and the pressure from her fingers in her cunt and the tongue in her ass rose her to new heights. She gritted her teeth and collapsed to the bed. Before she blacked out she felt Holly's hot body press against her, her hips against her ass and her breasts on her back as she spooned her. Then she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep...

Quetzonatl breathed contentedly into the nape of Kennedy's neck. Yes, this Holly was going to provide her with not only an abundance of slayer's sexual energy but also a great deal of fun... 



Buffyverse: Continued Ch. 03



Obviously, this is totally unofficial and based on Joss Whedon's Buffyverse. This is in no way an official story; I'm simply borrowing Joss' characters for a while. I hope he won't mind and with any luck I'll return them all in a few instalments time in one piece. 

I will give most new characters that I introduce a description in the text, but I may also suggest at the beginning of each story who would be the guest star to play them if it were a real T.V. episode. For example: Holly/Quetzonatl would be played by Shannon Elizabeth as she appeared in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.

This is set in an alternate Buffy verse. All of the events that have happened in Buffy have still happened in this Buffy verse with the exception of the death of the slayer Kendra who survived after series 2 but 'died' after Drusilla cut her throat in that her heart stopped, calling Faith. Events following this have been different in so far as they now include Kendra. She recovered in Sunnydale and remained there when Buffy fled to Los Angeles. She returned again after Faith's turn to evil and fought alongside Buffy against her, capturing her alive. Together, they brought her back around and the three slayers fought the mayor together at graduation. She then returned to her home and returned only sporadically after that, notably during the fight against Glory and the battle against The First's minions. Faith meanwhile went to Los Angeles to help Angel Investigations, returning to aid in the fight against Willow when she turned to evil, in which Faith was almost killed. She returned to Los Angeles again to fight evil after Angel's move to Wolfram and Hart, then returned to Sunnydale to fight The First Evil.

In this instalment, the slayer Caridad (played in season 7 of Buffy by Dania Ramirez) appears along with a new slayer not seen before on Buffy. For description purposes, Hope is being played by Alicia Witt. 

Chapter 3: Hope

Dawn awoke suddenly and found herself panting. She was in her bunk in the hostel, all around her were the sounds of sleeping girls as the army of slayers slept. Slowly, she rolled to her feet and padded softly towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.

With little more than a soft creek of hinges, she opened the door and slipped through.

Dawn had been enjoying Europe. At 19 years old, she had lost her virginity to a guy in Spain. She had done it with him twice before they had moved on and try as she might, she had not been able to get enough time alone to find anyone in Italy.

Pouring herself some water from the kitchen tap, she padded softly to the communal area of the hostel and found a desk light still lit. Sitting at the table were Giles and Andrew as well as a slayer that Dawn didn't know very well but knew of by name as Hope. 

'Dawn,' Giles said in a soft voice looking up. 'What are you doing up?'

'I could ask the same of you you know.' Dawn walked over to the table, her white yummy-sushi pyjamas, a size too small for her pulling tight across her breasts as she sat down in one of the low chairs around the table. 'Any ideas where my sister is?'

'She should be back soon, I think she and Kendra were patrolling.' He thought for a moment, 'as a matter of fact I need to speak with both of them and you when they get back, it's good that you're up.'

Giles turned to Hope and said 'Thank you Hope, you've been very helpful but that should be enough for now. Get some sleep.'

'Ok boss.' Dawn saw the corners of Hope's mouth twinge just a little as she said this and began to rise from the table. Dawn strongly suspected that Hope was one of the slayers who had a crush on the rugged English watcher. The difference here she was reasonably sure was that Giles himself seemed to be interested in her in kind. 

As Hope left the room, Andrew rose and closed the door behind her, locking it as he did so.

'Wow, is this top secret time?' Dawn asked.

'Actually, yes,' Giles said. 'we are all of us in extremely grave danger Dawn. I need you to understand that because what must be done to bring us through this will be difficult to understand.'

Dawn felt a small flutter of butterflies in her stomach as Giles reached out and took her hand in his larger one. She had to admit, although she mocked some of the slayers in his care for having a crush on Giles, she had always harboured one of her own.

'I don't understand Giles, wha...?'

'I shall be blunt Dawn. A power has arisen. I have cast a spell that should protect the original three slayers, as well as Xander, Andrew, Willow, Kennedy, myself and you. I've also called in Robin Wood, he should be able to help us but...' he shifted his gaze guiltily. 'to ensure that the spell I've cast holds, I must enforce it with an ancient druidic ritual. The power we are facing is called Quetzonatl. It was the deity that the Incans, Aztecs and Mayans were all unwitting worshippers of. I believe it is the essence of one of the ancient pure demons that walked the Earth before the time of man.'

He took a drink of the whiskey in the glass by him on the table, Dawn hadn't noticed it when she had sat down but it seemed that Giles had been drinking fairly heavily. Gulping the mouthful of amber liquid, he continued; 'I believe it stayed here in spiritual form for many millennia and in so doing became ever more powerful, feeding off the energies of man until it found an area whose people it could bring under it's sway completely in the area now known as South America. It fed off them as thousands of lives were sacrificed to it in ritual murders and it controlled them utterly. Then the Spanish arrived from Europe. The Watcher's Council had records from Cortez's expedition itself. They had with them powerful magic adepts, those who served Christianity by fighting the darkness as they saw it, using magic that would doubtless be considered unholy by many. They encountered an ancient entity who defied their attempts to identify it. They could neither see nor detect it except as a vague but powerful essence. Unfortunately, Cortez' greed was insatiable and he slaughtered many of her people in search of gold. This, it seemed angered the entity. It began to take control of the Spaniards and force them to do it's bidding. It used them to kill in a ritualistic way and this Cortez would not abide.' He poured himself another large measure of whisky.

'The Watcher's council dispatched the slayer to the continent. Inexplicably at the time, she died after becoming a renegade. The watchers who found her body said she appeared to have been burned alive from the inside out. She had also been found with another corpse, that of a male Spanish soldier who perished with her. The next slayer was called and also dispatched to South America and she too died in much the same way. It was only then that the entity finally showed itself. It took the form of one of the Aztec emperors, only it stood much taller. It mutated him with it's power until he took on an entirely different form. None could stand against it as it dominated their minds and any who tried to fight it became thralls.' At her look of confusion he clarified: 'Drones. Zombies effectively. The Spaniards could not prevent it and it began to dominate them all. It eventually became clear that the Aztec army it controlled was comprised largely of werejaguars and almost all were thralls, feeling virtually no pain and able to fight on despite wounds that would be grievous even to a lycanthrope. The council sent in a third slayer. Her account was clearer as all of the adepts from the Spanish army as well as an entire coven of witches and warlocks from England surrounded her with a shield. A sphere of raw energy to protect her mind and she faced the creature. It shattered their shield easily and took over her mind. The coven watched this happen magically and saw her become a wanton creature. She dropped her weapons and shed her clothes and proceeded to... well, let's just say she engaged in procreative activities with several of the entity's servants. The coven sensed her physical energy being drained by the thing but could not stop it. In the last moments of her life, the slayer was able to concentrate enough with the coven's aid to break the thrall and leap to touch the creature. 

'As she did this the coven saw their one chance to stop it. They ensnared her soul and as the creature was connected to it to feed they hurled her soul into a magical abyss, the region referred to by many sorcerors as the world's heart, the void at the centre of the Earth where it is believed the dimensional tear from this world to the demon world slammed shut aeons ago. An area that also housed the tomb-prison for the old ones. They sacrificed her to trap the beast there, in a sealed magical soul-prison.' 

'But that's...' 

'I know, it's horrifying that they sacrificed the slayer's soul but the power of this creature...' Giles shook his head. 'This thing was effectively a hell-god like Glory, but in possession of it's full power, and more attuned to this world than her as it was created here, not in another dimension. It was the only chance they would have to defeat it. Had it the chance, it would have enslaved the world. It had not travelled beyond it's land, that of the Aztecs, because they kept it well fed, but when the conquistadors arrived, they showed it that the rest of the world had developed and expanded. If they hadn't trapped it when they did, it would have happily turned the entire globe into a large-scale version of the Aztec empire. We would probably now, even to this day be performing ritual sacrifices to the creature in every major city every single day. On the long-term billions of lives would have been sacrificed and the rest of us enslaved.' 

'But it's trapped now right?'

'No. The coven in England believes that it has escaped it's tomb in the planet heart but that doing so has made it very weak. They doubt it will risk killing so soon but they do know that it is still an incredibly powerful entity capable of mind-raping any it chooses who are not protected. Even those that are protected are not safe even with it at it's weakest unless they use the most powerful of protective spells, and as such we need to perform a ritual to ensure that our protective spells are strong enough to give us time to find a way to defeat it.'

'Why?' Buffy's voice emerging from the room's other doorframe startled them all.

'Buffy how long have you bee...'

'Long enough Giles. Why does it want us? There are 6 billion people on Earth, why us?'

'It has a taste for slayers. The coven, the original coven that defeated it I mean, said that they didn't think it had encountered the Slayer before and the power it found there was incredible to it.'

'And now there's an army of us for it to feast on.'

'Precisely.'

'But why slayers? Our power comes from demons and there are demons that must contain more power than slayers for it to feast upon.'

'Ah well, it's, well...' Giles face turned red.

'Spit it out Giles.'

'Well, when the slayer it last faced began to engage in, well, that is to say she um, engaged in sexual intercourse with the Aztec guards she, well...' He paused and took a deep breath. 'She, like the other two before her was being used to release her innate power. The energies of the slayer are deeply bound to her gender, she is female and her power is deeply tied to that. Ancient Aztec magics of the kind the creature seems to have caused to develop there is heavily based upon sexual acts, much like druidic magic but they are different enough that druidic magics are harder for it to counteract. This is why they were finally able to beat it.'

'But didn't you say that the ritual you needed to ensure that our minds are protected used druidic magic?'

'Well, yes.'

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone looked at Giles. Giles looked sheepish and took another large swig of whisky. 

'No. There has to be another way.'

'I'm afraid not Buffy. I wish to god there were but there isn't.'

'Then who?' 

'It doesn't matter who apart from me. The caster has to be one of the two in the ritual itself. The other simply has to be one from within the sphere that we wish to protect.'

'Which means, me, Faith, Kendra, Willow, Kennedy or...'

'Or Dawn yes.'

Dawn flinched her hand away from Giles' hand on instinct and a shared look of horror passed over everyone's face.

'There is no fucking way I am letting this happen!' Buffy began to stride towards Giles but Kendra placed a hand on her shouler.

'Buffy, I told ya dat dis was hard to understand, but believe me, dis is de only way we can stave off dis terror.'

'You KNEW?? You knew that Giles planned to rape my little sister and you didn't say a word!?'

'That is enough!!' Giles voice was suddenly raised and he stood bolt upright. 'I intended no such thing and I can't believe that you would ever think that I would Buffy!' his expression softened to one of regret, 'I hate this idea as much as you and I am sorry, but this is the way it has to be.'

Buffy lowered her head and closed her eyes. 

'Well if you and Kendra are both agreed then I think we have our pair.' Buffy said quietly.

'I am afraid not Buffy,' Giles looked up as he said this, 'Kendra cannot because Kendra must perform the other half of the ritual. A mirror to this one with someone else. She is the other caster of this spell, the other druid if you will.'

Andrew suddenly appeared happier in the other corner of the room and opened his mouth to speak before Kendra cut him off.

'Not you Andrew. Wood is on his way 'ere now. He possesses more, magical essence, den you.'

Buffy rolled her eyes at this. 

'So that's what's in it for you huh Kendra? You just wanted a roll in the hay with the big black demon-fighter? Well I'm having no part in this.'

'Buffy, you know it's the only way.'

'Then you can just wait until Faith gets here.'

'Buffy, you know Giles is right. One of us has to do this now. It can't be Willow or Kennedy, they're both involved and... well... gay. So that leaves me or you.' Dawn spoke firmly but quietly. Secretly, all the talk of sex had made her more than a little moist between her soft, pale thighs. In the back of her mind, her crush on Giles had finally detected an illicit chance to flourish and had piped up. 'I'll do it, I'm not a kid anymore, I'll do it.'

'No Dawn! No one is doing this it's sick!'

'It is necessary Buffy.'

'Shut up Kendra!'

Andrew again opened his mouth to speak.

'Don't you dare Andrew! Stay the hell out of this!'

'Buffy it could already be here' Giles voice became grave. 'if it is then there isn't much time. It feeds on slayers through sex and it isn't choosy about how it achieves its ends. You could find yourself as the leader of an army of sex-mad slayers all of them under its thrall and prepared to fight to get what they want to feed their master. You yourself could become a drone, a mindless sex slave for its hunger.'

Buffy looked down, her eyes distant. She knew she had no choice.

'Buffy, let me do this I can...'

'No Dawn.' Buffy's voice was firm, but resigned. 'No. If someone has to do this, then it will be me.'

'Buffy I...' 

'Shut up Giles. Let's just do it and get it done, we can use the hostel owner's room. He isn't here and the night manager stays in the office all night. Come on, let's get it over with.'

'Buffy if there was any other way...'

'Does Willow know all of this?'

'Yes, I told her. She gave us what we needed to finish the spells.'

'Why didn't she cast it then? She has a lover within the protected group already.'

'I'm afraid druidic magic is tied to life cycles. They couldn't make a child together. The rituals are fairly specific I'm sorry to say.'

Buffy closed her eyes, tears welling there.

'Come on then.' 

She turned on her heel and strode towards the door leading to the Corridor, brushing briskly past the arriving Wood who looked quizzically at her, but wisely said nothing.

Meekly, Giles rose and followed.

Dawn was filled with a roiling mess of emotions. Relief was in there but in far greater proportions were jealousy and disappointment. She had wanted to feel Giles in her. To see his body, hardened from training a slayer for years and to see it harden for her. She wanted to try her newly acquired skills on a man with experience. 

As Kendra took Wood aside to explain things, she was left alone with Andrew.

'Well, that was all very uncomfortable.' Andrew's attempt at simple conversation did nothing to calm her mood.

'Andrew, do you find me attractive?'

'Well um, I mean...'

'Just answer the question!' she snapped.

'Yes, of course I do but...'

'Good.' With that Dawn rose and grabbed him, kissing him passionately on the lips, her hands pulling him against her. For a moment, he stood dumbfounded, then she felt his erection pressing against her crotch as she wrapped a leg around his hips. A moment later he began to return her kiss. 

One of her hands found his and placed it on her ass. Then her hand found his other and led it down between her legs. She felt him harden and expand by at least an inch as his fingers probed her steaming snatch through her pyjamas.

He pulled away from her enough to say;

'Dawn I don't think...'

'Shut up Andrew. Just shut up. I need you between my thighs. I need you deep inside me and I need it now. So shut up and let's just get on with it ok?'

She gave him no chance to respond, pulling his face back to hers and pushing herself onto his hand.

Buffy walked briskly to the office door, finding it closed she was in no mood for subtlety and simply forced it.

The room was darkened but there was no mistaking that there were two figures on the bed, both naked and one of them was moaning loudly. Both had female figures but Buffy could not see their faces. They seemed to be lying side by side.

Abruptly, the one making the noise stood.

'Buffy!'

'Holly? Oh my God, I'm sorry I should have knocked I...' 

'No! No it's ok! We'll just be going and then you can have the room I'm sorry, oh God this is embarrassing!' Holly began gathering garments from the floor then she helped her partner to her feet. Buffy couldn't make out the other girl's face and she kept it lowered.

'God Holly no, you're entitled to a private life, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have barged in here.'

'No no Buffy I'm sorry,' Holly wrapped a sheet around her and her partner and began to leave, pushing past Buffy and Giles out of the room. Buffy did not see the face of her partner but could tell it was an attractive brunette. 

Giles appeared in the doorway, a confused look on his face as they fled. 

'Buffy what was that? It isn't like you to make someone leave a room they have in private. I know you're angry and this is important but...'

Buffy did not give him time to continue his sentence. She pushed the door closed and planted a hand on his dick through his pants, pushing him against the wall and forcing her tongue into his mouth.

'God Giles, this is like a fantasy come true.'

'But I thought...' 

She interrupted him again by kissing him anew.

'Ever since High School. You've been forbidden fruit. I couldn't let the others see that, especially Dawn, but God I've wanted you in me for so long. To push into me and take control of me in a way you were never able to as my watcher. Fuck me Giles, feel my hot pussy on your cock and take me.'

'Buffy I, the ritual...'

'Please Giles,' Giles felt that Buffy's cheeks were wet with tears as she pressed her face to his neck, 'Please, we've been through so much and I've been so alone. No one has been able to help. You've tried and failed, but you can help me now. Take me, make me moan your name and feel. Please.'

Giles said nothing, her words had filled him with a mix of guilt and lust but he allowed his hands to slide beneath Buffy's sweater to massage her breasts through her sports bra, pushing the firm, perfect handfuls in circles and feeling her nipples harden through the stretchy fabric as his tongue wrestled with hers.




Buffyverse: Continued Ch. 03



Outside the room, Kennedy had fled across the hall to the bathroom and Holly could hear the shower running. Holly stood naked and sweating, her pussy engorged and fluid from the orgasms she had enjoyed with Kennedy dribbling down her legs.

Quetzonatl was enjoying this body immensely. She was amused by the Watcher's attempt to shield this Buffy and the others from her power. She had used Hope to listen at the door during their meeting and this knowledge had allowed her to find and break the shield that they had put in place. What Giles and Buffy were about to do, and what Kendra and Wood were on their way to his hotel room to do would serve only one purpose; it would feed her power. Quetzonatl felt Holly's mouth draw back in a grin as her senses detected a nearby presence watching her, it was Hope, she was a curious one this one.

'Curiosity killed the cat,' Holly said and Quetzonatl felt the shock of discovery from Hope. 'Bad pussy, I think it must be punished.'

Hope was torn, half of her wanted to flee, but the larger part wanted to taste Holly, her naked body looked delicious in the low light of the corridor, her thighs and breasts still slick with saliva and come. Hope knew it was the come and saliva of another woman, but she did not know whom and oddly, she did not care.

Hope had never been attracted to females before, but now as she watched Holly, all she wanted was her body, and she didn't want to ask why.

Timidly she stepped out into the corridor. Clad in a pair of tiny silk shorts and a baggy old t-shirt, her pale skin and firm body were still gorgeous. 

'Do you want a taste Hope?'

'Yes,' Hope's voice was meek. 'Yes I do. I've never wanted another woman before but you...'

'Then come to me Hope, there's a closet just up here. I'm going to lick the bad pussy until it squeals.'

Hope pulled her shirt over her head. Her chest was bare beneath it and her breasts swung loose. They were slightly smaller than Holly's but still firm and standing proud with small pink nipples and the 18 year old's ivory skin was flawless. Her bright red mane of hair framed her face and fell sensuously to her mid-back. Holly took her hand and Hope followed her to the door...

Buffy virtually tore her sweater off as Giles' hands tormented her breasts. They felt so good on her but she needed his skin on hers, not having it was torture.

'Make me nude for you Giles, I've wanted this for so long.'

'God Buffy your body is more beautiful than I ever imagined,' As he said this he unsnapped the fastening on her bra and dropped it to the floor, marvelling in her swollen teats. Her breasts were not small, but not huge either and the nipples stood proudly out as she thrust her tits toward his face. 'I want to make you come Buffy, God I want you to come for me.' 

He buried his face in her chest, his lips closed around her left nipple, sucking and nibbling, his tongue tickling the tip. Buffy moaned and pressed her hands to the back of his head, urging him on. 

Slowly, without removing his mouth from her flesh, Giles licked and kissed his way to her other nipple, his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. Buffy's moaning became more insistent as his hands slid down her flanks to her waist, raising goose pimples whilst his mouth remained on her nipple, his tongue enjoying the small goose bumps that rose on her areola.

His hands slid to her ass and squeezed the cheeks through her jeans before sliding around to the front to unclip her belt buckle and let the jeans fall to the floor. Buffy stepped out of them and Giles' hands returned to her ass, squeezing the bare flesh that her black thong didn't cover. He then began to kiss down across her stomach, the taught muscle stiffening as Buffy shivered with pleasure. 

His hands returned to her waist to find the waist of her thong panties.

'Tear them off of me Giles,' Buffy panted. 'rip them 'ripper'.'

Buffy grinned momentarily at her own joke then another shiver of pleasure gripped her and she bit her lip with her eyes closed.

Giles ignore her request, teasing her more as his mouth hovered above her crotch. She felt the warmth of his breath through the fabric as he pressed his mouth to her and mouthed her pussy but still did not remove the fabric. Next, instead of removing her panties he began to nibble and kiss the insides of her thighs.

'I'm not sure my legs will hold Giles...' Buffy whimpered as her legs almost gave out from the anticipation and shudders of joy. 

'I should hope not,' Giles said slowly, 'I intend to enjoy you far too much to be accomplished standing.' With these words he slowly began to pull her underwear down. The fabric clung to the wet lips of her pussy and came away only grudgingly. Giles let them fall to the floor and licked his way back up her legs to tease the very edges of her pussy with the tip of his tongue.

'God Giles put it in me!' Buffy moaned breathlessly. 'Please, stop teasing me!'

Giles smiled with his face next to her cunt and finally buried his face in her. 

'Oooohh...' Buffy gave a long moan of pleasure and pressed her hips forward to push herself onto his tongue. 

Giles licked her labia and clitoris for several minutes before allowing himself to penetrate her depths with his tongue. This almost drove Buffy to orgasm immediately but she held on longer until Giles switched his tongue for his fingers inside her and began to furiously lap at her clit. This finally drove her over the edge and her juices flooded her quim and out onto his hand and tongue as she came. Buffy did not squirt, she came quite dryly, but Giles loved the sweetness of her and licked as much of her nectar into his mouth as he could. Buffy also came loudly, moaning and panting and calling out. Giles knew he should have been worried about the other young slayers hearing her and finding out what was going on, but he was lost in her flesh, her taste and her smell.

Slowly, Buffy knotted her hands in his hair and pulled his head back to let him look up into her eyes as he kneeled in front of her. For a moment they just looked and then Buffy bent to kiss him.

'I can taste myself on you Giles,' she said as they kissed passionately, their tongues tickling and playing with one another. 'now I want to taste you.'

With these words she fell to her knees and before he could stand, she tore off his jumper and the shirt beneath in a single motion of slayer strength. Giles felt a moment of pain where the garment caught on his flesh but then was lost as Buffy began to lick and suck his chest. 

Despite his age, he had spent many years training her as a slayer and fighting demons, vampires, werewolves, all of the very worst things that hell could spit out alongside her and his body was like that of an athlete.

Buffy placed her hands on his hips and urged him to his feet. He stood and his pants were removed as quickly as his shirt and sweatshirt had been. Buffy wasted no time, her lips were on his manhood as fast as she could, but she didn't take him in, she licked and kissed him first to full hardness, her hands tickling his balls.

Giles through his head back as in less than thirty seconds his cock was hard to the point that the tip was red with the intensity of his erection. Buffy licked the underside so it tickled and Giles let out a gasp.

With her big blue eyes she looked up at him, her face a mask of innocence even as a mix of pre-cum and saliva from the tip of his cock smeared along her cheek as she rubbed his dick against her face.

'Have I been a bad slayer Giles?'

'Oh God yes Buffy,' Giles said breathily, 'I think we should wash your mouth out,' he looked down at her, 'later.'

Buffy grinned broadly and took him into her mouth. She sucked shallowly at first, then on the third stroke, she took him deep into her throat. Giles' hips began a slow fucking motion as he had sex with Buffy's mouth. She squeezed his ass, surprisingly firm for his age she thought and this spurred him on. He placed his hands on the back of her head to steady her and sped up his fucking motion until he reached a regular pace. Her hands stimulating his balls made him reach orgasm rapidly and he filled her mouth with jets of come as she pulled him out of her throat.

Giles knew that Buffy had slept with several men, but he was stunned to find she was so good at blowjobs and that she took come in her mouth too. Riley Finn had been even more straight laced than she was and whilst Angel no doubt was skilled in such areas, that had only been once and Buffy's first time. It was unlikely that they had done much more than fuck. Yet here she was, taking all he had to give in her mouth. When his orgasm abated, Buffy rose and stood looking up into his face. Then he remembered Spike and felt the intensity of his lust dampen if only slightly.

Buffy rekindled it as she turned and walked to the edge of the bed. She picked up the small glass ashtray on the nightstand and slurped his come out into it daintily.

Giles felt more attracted to her at that moment than he ever had before. Despite the level of experience she was showing sexually, she had still managed to maintain her doe-eyed innocence after a fashion and he felt a carnal urge to corrupt her.

Buffy then turned to face him and he saw her nude form in profile for the first time. She was stunning. Her pubic hair was waxed into a brazilian and was not blonde but auburn as he remembered her hair being when they had first met. Her body seemed almost too perfect, the proportions of her breasts, her flat and taught stomach, her hips, her thighs and her dripping pussy were divine. 

He felt his cock hardening again and was at full hardness in a matter of moments. He slowly began to stalk towards her. Buffy laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide as he approached. Then Giles noticed her blonde hair was still in a tight ponytail. Normally he liked a girl's hair to be free and floating but with Buffy it only added to her innocent schoolgirl-appearance. He saw now what Spike had seen in her, an insatiable lust to corrupt her, to take her across a line and have her be happy that he had done so.

She placed two fingers of one hand on either side of her pussy and with the other beckoned him to her. He obliged at once and knelt to lick her. Her pussy was now in such a high state of arousal that her taste was even better than before and she was incredibly wet. He had planned to give her another orgasm this way but his raging hard-on persuaded him otherwise, he had to have her. He stood and held the tip of his cock at her entrance. Their eyes locked. They both realised what was about to happen. They had engaged in sexual actions that should have been on the same level as this but somehow were not. They both knew they were about to cross a line together that it would be impossible to come back from.

Buffy broke the moment of stillness by biting her bottom lip and nodding, her eyes remaining locked with his. The need in her eyes filled him with the urge to do whatever she wanted, and he wanted her so badly in that moment that it hurt.

She closed her eyes as he tickled her entrance with the tip of his cock then in one smooth motion slid into her. Despite how wet she was she was incredibly tight and it took him two more thrusts before he entered her fully. 

He was far bigger than Buffy had imagined. Bigger than Parker had been, bigger even than Spike or Riley. As Buffy's second orgasm struck her and her pussy began to grip him in pulses she was even sure he was bigger than Angel. 

Giles felt Buffy come again as her pussy gripped him even more tightly and began to increase his pace, fucking her faster and faster.

Giles' continued fucking in the afterglow of her orgasm felt so good it almost hurt, but he only increased his pace as Buffy moaned louder than she ever had before during sex.

When they both came together a few minutes later they did so loudly and with their eyes clamped shut before he collapsed atop her on the bed, his head resting on her heaving chest.

Within the shell of Holly, attaining her eighth orgasm for the night with Hope, her second partner, Quetzonatl felt the intense pulse of energy from Giles and Buffy and this heightened her own experience massively. The energy rolling off her even gave hope a powerful orgasm she had not expected as she was kneeling and she cried out in orgasm, her voice muffled from her face being buried in Hope's pussy.

Quetzonatl felt her power grow, they were doomed these people, all people. If she could continue to feed, she would be back to strength in a matter of days, and then no more hiding. Then there would be nothing but people bending to her will and the delectable energies of slayers to sustain her. The pieces were all falling into place...



Buffyverse: Continued Ch. 04



Obviously, this is totally unofficial and based on Joss Whedon's Buffyverse. This is in no way an official story; I'm simply borrowing Joss' characters for a while. I hope he won't mind and with any luck I'll return them all in a few instalments time in one piece. 

I will give most new characters that I introduce a description in the text, but I may also suggest at the beginning of each story who would be the guest star to play them if it were a real T.V. episode. For example: Holly/Quetzonatl would be played by Shannon Elizabeth as she appeared in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.

This is set in an alternate Buffy verse. All of the events that have happened in Buffy have still happened in this Buffy verse with the exception of the death of the slayer Kendra who survived after series 2 but 'died' after Drusilla cut her throat in that her heart stopped, calling Faith. Events following this have been different in so far as they now include Kendra. She recovered in Sunnydale and remained there when Buffy fled to Los Angeles. She returned again after Faith's turn to evil and fought alongside Buffy against her, capturing her alive. Together, they brought her back around and the three slayers fought the mayor together at graduation. She then returned to her home and returned only sporadically after that, notably during the fight against Glory and the battle against The First's minions. Faith meanwhile went to Los Angeles to help Angel Investigations, returning to aid in the fight against Willow when she turned to evil, in which Faith was almost killed. She returned to Los Angeles again to fight evil after Angel's move to Wolfram and Hart, then returned to Sunnydale to fight The First Evil.

In this instalment, the slayer Caridad (played in season 7 of Buffy by Dania Ramirez) appears along with a new slayer not seen on Buffy. For description purposes, Hope is being played by Alicia Witt. 

*

Kendra sat in the passenger seat of Wood's rental car in silence as he drove them towards his hotel. 

The atmosphere was more than a little tense and Kendra was more than a little apprehensive. Although she would never tell anyone, she was still a virgin. Buffy knew that she had only had two boyfriends in the time that they had known one another, but even she did not know that Kendra had only kissed them and now she was on her way to a hotel room to have ritualistic sex with principal Wood. 

The thought of what she was about to do both turned her on and terrified her, but externally she kept her cool.

Wood kept his eyes on the road, his face a mask of concern. He had remained alone since Faith had cheated on him almost a year ago, ending their short, but intense, relationship. For a while he had allowed himself to believe that she might really be the one he'd been looking for. 

It turns out it was just your old penchant for bad girls taking hold all over again.

He sighed and shook his head. 'What is wrong?'

'What? Oh, nothing Kendra,' he gave her a weak smile. 'I'm just tired and confused is all.'

'Yes, it is an uncomfortable situation.'

'Yeah, awkward to say the least, still it's got to be done I suppose.' 

As he turned his head to speak to her, he noticed for the first time how firm her breasts looked through her shirt, tied in a knot below her chest, her firm abdominals on display. Her tits pressed against the fabric and he appreciated her curves from the corner of his eye.

Kendra pretended not to notice that he was eyeing her chest, but she blushed and her ears burned. She felt a tingling between her legs as she felt his eyes on her and she pushed her knees closer together. A feeling of mixed apprehension and excitement was building in her stomach as Wood pulled the car off the darkened motorway and the large green sign of his motel marked the next turning.

Pulling into the parking lot, Wood gave her his room key and she took her small backpack and headed up to the room, leaving him to run some errand.

The room was nothing fancy, but still luxurious to Kendra's spartan eye. Although Buffy had spent a long time trying to get Kendra to appreciate the finer things in life, she still liked to keep things as simple as possible when she was able. 

She dumped her bag underneath the desk and stood for a second looking at the double bed, unsure of what to do next. 

She opted to go into the bathroom where she unclipped her hair and washed her face, then pulled her top off and stood looking in the mirror for a few moments. Her bra was simple and grey, the same fabric that had made up her shirt. She pushed her chest out and turned side on to the mirror. Her nipples were hard already.

'Don't be stupid,' she spoke aloud. 'dis is only a ritual, it is nothing beyond dat. You are better alone.'

She pulled off her pants and stood facing the mirror. A small dark patch on her red underwear marked the signs of her arousal. She quickly removed her panties and stepped into the shower. She washed herself clean between her legs then used a hand towel to dry up before replacing her panties. As she did this, she heard the hotel room door open and close outside the bathroom. 

Her heart began to race and she quickly seized the comb on the counter and quickly combed her raven-black hair before taking a deep breath and leaving the room.

Wood was standing by the desk, a small plastic shopping back open on top of it. He turned as she entered. She saw that he was shirtless, the well-defined ebony skin of his torso looked delicious to her and she fought to retain her composure, feeling her pussy twitch in anticipation at the sight of him.

'Ok I suppose we should get this done then huh?'

'I suppose we should.'

Kendra climbed on to the bed and crawled towards the pillows. Her firm ass swayed before him, moving slowly as she crawled sensuously like a tiger. She lay on her back, her legs apart and facing him. 

He watched her, but she noted with a feeling of interest and a little disappointment that his eyes were on her face, not her body. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. She was surprised to see that he was naked beneath them.

'So how does this work?' he asked.

'Well, I believe we just have to both achieve an, an...'

'An orgasm?'

She flinched at his words.

'Yes.' 

'Ok then, we'd better get started.' He turned momentarily back to the desk and removed something from the bag; a small foil packet which he tore open and she saw him begin to rub himself, his penis hardening. He turned to look back at her and she saw with a feeling of satisfaction as his eyes flickered to the cleft between her thighs. She felt herself rapidly moistening.

He began to roll a condom onto his erect cock, his eyes still on her body.

'No dat will not be necessary.' She said as she realised what he was doing.

'I believe in safe sex.'

'No we cannot. Our fluids must combine for de ritual to be successful. Don't worry, I have been taking contraceptive tablets for the last year, procreation is not a risk.'

He chuckled to himself at her technical terminology but pulled the condom off himself and instead walked slowly to the edge of the bed before crawling towards her, his body hovering over hers. He looked into her eyes and Kendra felt her heart racing. Gently, he leaned his head forwards and brushed her lips with his, then pulled back, his eyes searching hers.

Kendra waited. He lowered his head again and Kendra rose to meet him, her mouth opening and her hands reaching around to his back as their tongues met and they kissed slowly, softly but deeply, their tongues searching each other's mouths. Then she felt his hands on the waistband of her panties, pulling them gently down her thighs.

She was disappointed at the lack of foreplay, when he had looked into her eyes, she had believed that he might actually feel something for her as she had realised she did for him. The ritual was important, but she had to admit her disappointment here had proved to herself that she sought something more from him. 

His mouth left hers as he rose and moved backward to pull her panties down her legs, his eyes taking in her neatly trimmed bush and creamy milk-chocolate brown thighs. She saw his dick twitch as he looked at her naked sex.

'Wood, er, that is to say, Robin, I...'

'Kendra, let me say something first. I know this is awkward for us both and it's something we need to get through but,' he took a deep breath. 'It has thrown this all into sharp relief for me and I think I really like you. This really isn't the best way for us to start anything, but after this I would like to take you for dinner sometime if you would let me. That is, if we survive what's coming.'

Her eyebrows raised in shock. She continued to play it cool.

'Robin,' her voice was low, 'I tink I like you too but, erm, it is just dat, what a mean to say is I, well, I've never done dis before and I was hopin' dat der would be more to it dan just putting it in...'

His face broke into a beaming smile at her words. 

'Oh believe me Kendra there is. I have so much to show you.' He finished pulling her underwear clear of her legs and said, 'first of all, you just lie there and I'll get you ready, then I'll show you a thing or two.'

Tentatively and almost trembling, she spread her legs for him. He leaned in to her shaved snatch, his breath on her was warm and moist and filled her with a tingling of anticipation. Then she felt his warm hands on her stomach, tickling her as they slid toward the bottom of her bra. His hands passed under the fabric to cup her breasts at the same moment as he extended his tongue to lick up and down her wet slit. She threw her head back and a sigh escaped her.

The tip of his tongue found her clit as his fingers began to tickle her nipples which were now standing bolt upright.

'I'm ready now,' Kendra whispered, 'put your penis into me, I'm so wet for you, make me come Wood.'

With his face in her vagina he smiled but said nothing and continued to lick her slowly.

Kendra felt a warmth in her begin to rise in her belly, an intense feeling building in her stomach and moving lower. Her muscles began a gentle rhythmic spasm in her abdomen and her pussy began to contract in bursts as she came onto his tongue. Her first orgasm washed over her and it was powerful but somehow serene in her mind.

Wood spread as much of her juice around her labia with his tongue as he could, then rose to his hands and knees, his cock hard and ready. He held her ankles together and lifted her legs up at a right angle to her body, keeping them together and pressed himself up against her entrance. He could tell her virgin pussy was tight but he wanted her to really feel so he kept her legs together as he gently pushed the tip of his cock against her opening.

Slowly, bit by bit he began to work himself inside her. She was incredibly tight but so wet. He found himself revelling in every fraction of an inch he was able to slip inside her squirming cunt. 

Kendra lay with her eyes closed, her hands clasped to her chest and her mouth open in a grin of silent ecstasy, the only sound escaping her were shallow exhalations as he drove into her slowly. Kendra felt no pain from his entry, only a delicious friction and warmth as he filled her tight hole. She had often tried to reach orgasm by her self and had even broken her own hymen but had never achieved one until now. Still, as he worked himself within her, Wood realised it was going to be very difficult to do her the way he wanted.

He pulled out of her and rose. Her eyes opened and a look of disappointment appeared on her face.

'I'm sorry I..' he silenced her by pressing his finger to her lips and looking into her eyes. Then he lifted her gently from the bed and walked towards the bathroom. He entered and sat her on the counter top, before turning and starting the shower. The warm water flowed and he picked her up, this time with her legs around him, his cock tantalisingly close to her pussy lips. 

He put her down standing and they began to kiss deeply as his hands found the bar of soap. He began to lather this on her body, her hips, her ass and her thighs. She pulled off her bra, soaking with sweat and water and threw it out of the cubicle. Whilst she did this he lathered soap onto his cock and the sight of his hands sliding sensuously up and down his cock brought her again to full arousal. He placed the soap back in the holder and gently turned her around. She steadied herself against the cold tiles with her arms, her cheek pressing against them as she stuck out her ass, her legs dutifully together. Wood began once again to slide into her and the soap did the trick as he was at last able to fully fill her from behind.

He began to fuck. Kendra felt herself filled by a warm cock for the first time and as he began to slide in and out of her incredibly tight cunt she began to moan louder and louder until she was wailing. She felt his hand snake around her hips to find the nub of her clit and begin frantically rubbing it. His increasing thrusts pressed her to the cold tiles and the feel of them on her breasts drove her to new heights as she came thunderously again.

He felt her pussy begin to milk his cock as her muscles worked in concentric rings from her outer lips to her depths and it took all of his resolve to hold back, but he did as her orgasm abated. He placed his hands on her ass and Kendra understood. With a graceful show of slayer athleticism she raised one leg and with him holding her, she spun on his cock until she was facing him. He lifted her up, her back now against the wall and he pushed his tongue into her mouth as he renewed his strokes. Soon, her pussy began to tug on him again and he could not hold back. They broke their kiss to both cry out as they came, her pussy milking his cock as he shot jet after jet of cream into her. 

As their orgasms subsided their eyes met through the jet of warm water.

'So,' Wood asked, 'was it good for you?'

'Oh my God,' Kendra said breathily, 'dat was incredible.'

'So would that satisfy the ritual?'

'De ritual?' she asked confused. 'Oh, yes a tink it would.' Her face fell. 'We can get dressed if you...'

He silenced her again with another deep kiss, his cock, still inside her, beginning to harden again.

'No, I don't think so,' he said with a slow smile, 'I still have a lot to show you...'

Caridad was sure she could hear sounds from elsewhere in the hostel. The whole place was fairly crazy. An army of several dozen slayers all under the same roof was starting to grate on her nerves. 

They had been in this close proximity for almost 18 months now, first whilst fighting the first then on the road rounding up the last few slayers they had missed.

They were fairly sure their list was now complete and they could soon begin dispatching the trained slayers back to their homes or where they were needed to begin fighting the world's vampires and demons again without constant supervision. 

Caridad felt that she and most of the slayers whom she knew had been ready for this for a long time. 

In all the time with the slayers, she had also not been able to satisfy her lusts. She felt too awkward to attempt to enter into a relationship with anyone in this close constant proximity to all the other slayers and was far too conscious to have a one night stand when she was expected to report in with the other slayers every evening.

But now she was nearing the point where if she didn't have sex soon she was going to explode.

Caridad had never been with another woman before. It wasn't something she had ever given much thought to. She had had several boyfriends in her past and they had been enough for her then, but now she was feeling urges even towards the other slayers.

She guessed it must simply be their proximity and her horniness playing tricks with her and had written it off as nothing more. Lately though, her attraction to one slayer in particular had been growing.

Hope had been flitting throughout Caridad's dreams more and more often of late.

Her fiery red hair and pale, milky white skin had been the source of many dreams that had awoken Caridad panting and sweating in the middle of the night.

In fact, her absence from the dormitory this evening confused her. 

They had been talking earlier and had separated briefly. Caridad had hoped to find her again later to continue where they left off but she was nowhere to be found.

Now Caridad found herself wandering around the hostel looking for any of the older slayers she knew. 

Most of the younger slayers had gone to a local dance music club, taking advantage of the age 18 European drinking limits but many of the more veteran slayers hadn't bothered.

Caridad still found it hard to believe that in a mere 18 months since she found out she even was a potential slayer she now considered herself to be among the 'veteran' slayers.

Wandering into the kitchen area, she heard noises from the corner of the room, shuffling and moaning. She saw only an outline of two figures writhing around on the floor and hurried quietly from the room.

She shook her head, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves except her.

Walking out into the corridor she found herself face to face with a woman, the slayer she recognised as being Holly. The woman was totally naked, her highlighted brunette hair flowing free, her legs crossed as she leaned with one arm on her hip and one extended above her head against the wall, her face twisted into a seductive smile.

'Hello Caridad,'

'Holly! What are you... you should put some clothes on!'

'No, no I shouldn't.' Holly licked her lips, 'In fact, I think just the opposite. You should take your clothes off.' 

'What!?'

Caridad had stopped a short distance from Holly, her eyes wandered across the other slayer's taught body, the curve of her voluptuous breasts and hips, her long legs and the tiny strip of dark hair visible between her thighs. She could even see the edges of Holly's engorged pussy lips between her closed legs and she could smell her, a seductive mix of perfume, sweat and come.

'Don't deny it Cari, I know you've lusted after me. If you come with me I even have a surprise for you. Someone would like to see you I think.'

'I... no what am I saying, I can't. It's just wrong and Buffy is here somewhere and the other girls are...'

'Occupied.' Holly moved away from the wall and stepped toward Caridad, she did not step back. 'They are all having their fun, come and share ours.'

'Ours?'

'Oh yes, Hope has been very responsive so far.' Holly's tongue snaked out and across her lips. 'Very responsive indeed. I think we need some fresh juices to complete the party though, and I know she would appreciate it if it was you.'

Caridad was flabbergasted. Her jaw dropped open. Holly leaned in quickly and before Caridad knew what was happening, Holly was kissing her and her tongue was inside of her mouth caressing her own.

In that moment, Caridad surrendered to her passion and her needs. Her own hands were suddenly on Holly's body, caressing and squeezing gently as her tongue intertwined with the other girl's.

Dimly she was aware of the buttons of her blouse being undone quickly and of hands loosening the garment and reaching inside. As the fingers of the hands touched the warm flesh of her chest it raised gooseflesh across her and she felt her crotch tighten.

Holly's hands continued to wander up and down Caridad's body, squeezing her ass cheeks then sliding down the backs of her thighs, reaching around to caress her inner thighs. They then began to slide upwards towards her crotch, stopping just short of the edge of her underwear through her tight tracksuit pants. Holly's tongue continued to work in and out of Caridad's mouth, their tongues sliding and rolling over one another.




Buffyverse: Continued Ch. 04



Holly's hands then slid to Caridad's firm butt, squeezing gently, then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants. Caridad undid the strings of the waistband for her, Holly grinned, her mouth still pressed to Caridad's as her hands began to pull her pants down across her thighs, dropping them to the floor as soon as they were far enough down her legs that they were no longer tight enough to hold themselves up. Caridad stepped out of them, her hands and mouth never leaving Holly's naked body.

Caridad's mind raced. She had never even kissed another woman before, and now she was allowing Holly, no less than another slayer, to undress her, and she was loving it. Her pussy was slick with her arousal, soaking her lacy purple underwear and her nipples were as hard as rock. She allowed her hands to squeeze Holly's firm ass, her hands marvelled at the soft yet firm feeling of her flesh. Enjoying the sensation, her left hand moved almost of it's own accord, sliding down Holly's ass to the gorgeous cleft between her legs, feeling the moisture as she ran a finger accross the other girl's tight slit. Holly gave a moan, a soft sound muffled by Caridad's mouth as their tongues continued to intertwine. 

Holly's hands continued to undress Caridad, unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it too to the floor, leaving her standing in her tiny lace strapped halter top and her lacy panties.

They broke their kiss and looked into one another's eyes, Holly's face lit by a sultry smile. 

'See? I told you, it's easy'

'Shut up Holly,' Caridad spoke breathlessly, 'just take me.'

'Not so fast, we need to go in here, she wants you too, but if you're good I might give you a present first...' Holly's voice trailed off.

'Please, Holly, please just do it.'

Holly said nothing, her smile only widening further as she stepped back in to the kiss, but only for a moment as she began to kiss down Caridad's neck, her hands groping the girl's breasts through her top before sliding down across her taught belly and then up and underneath her halter to touch her breasts delicately. Holly gently rolled each of Caridad's nipples between a finger and thumb. Caridad was moaning openly and gave a little start as her nipples were gently tweaked, feeling a fresh flood of wetness between her legs. Holly kissed down across Caridad's stomach, licking and nibbling. Reaching the top of Caridad's underwear, she paused and inhaled her scent, looking up at Caridad with big brown eyes. Caridad looked down into her face and her lips silently mouthed 'please'.

Holly grinned again, then placed her lips over Caridad's panty clad sex. Her underwear was so wet that it clung tightly to her skin, and Caridad could feel everything as Holly's tongue played across her lips, so close and yet not touching skin. Holly mouthed her mound and pushed her tongue between her lips slightly, pulling her underwear with it, stretching the fabric as far as it would stretch.

Caridad whimpered and ground her hips forward, pushing her crotch against Holly's face. Holly's warm breath on her panty-clad pussy was divine to Caridad. Holly finally relented, gripping the waistband of Caridad's underwear with her teeth and pulling them down her legs to her knees, then abandoning them, she moved back up so that her mouth was almost pressed to Caridad's cunt. Her pussy was shaved almost completely except for a neat strip of dark hair at the top and looked delicious. Her clitoris was clearly visible between her full but tight cunt lips. Holly's mouth watered at the sight but she made the other girl wait. Caridad moved her hips impatiently but Holly moved her head back so that their lips did not touch.

Caridad looked down, her jaw slack with need and her eyes pleading. Holly leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her clitoris. A huge sigh escaped Caridad as she settled her hips forward, spreading her legs whilst trying to maintain her balance, leaning against the wall. 

Holly began to suck on her clitoris, using the rough surface of her tongue to massage the hot little nub and Caridad felt her muscles begin to contract. The orgasm was huge and hit quickly. She could not contain her moans and cries as she flooded Holly's mouth and face with hot juices. Her legs turned to jelly but Holly's hands gripping her butt cheeks and the wall managed to keep her standing upright.

As the waves of orgasm began to reside, Holly stood and kissed her. Caridad tasted her own tangy sweet taste in the other girl's mouth and on her tongue. As their tongues probed one another's mouths, she tasted her juices all the way to the back of the other slayer's mouth and realised that Holly had lapped up and swallowed as much of her come as she could. Caridad felt her arousal growing more rapidly after her orgasm than ever before and she grabbed Holly as they kissed, pulling their naked bodies together, their breasts pressing close against one another, each feeling the other's warmth.

Caridad began to slide down Holly's body but the other girl held her.

'Oh no.' Holly shook her head, a sly smile playing across her face at the look of disappointment on Caridad's face. 'Not now, I told you, that one was a gift.'

'But I want to taste you, to pay you back...'

'No no no, not so quickly, we have a long night ahead of us and we can't leave anyone out.'

She moved towards the closet door behind Caridad, still holding her, with one arm wrapped low around her body. She pulled open the door and dragged them both inside to the flame-haired naked girl standing inside.

Caridad's senses were already overloaded or she would have smelled the heavy scent of female sex on the air in the closet. Instead her eyes were fixed on the milky white flesh of the flame haired vixen waiting inside the large closet. 

Hope was a vision to her, and finally seeing her nude made Caridad's pussy twitch subconsciously. Her arousal was complete once again.

Hope appeared as Holly had done earlier, slightly dishevelled and hot-looking, it was clear that Holly and Hope had already fucked at least once. Despite the fact that Caridad had already enjoyed Holly, she felt a pang of jealousy that Holly had fucked Hope first. Caridad had secretly lusted after Hope for some time, but had been fairly sure that Hope was straight. It hadn't helped that she was only curious herself. It seemed however that her feelings had decided for her, and here she was.

As Hope and Cari stood looking each other nervously yet longingly up and down, Holly laughed lightly.

'Don't be shy girls, we're all here for the same thing.' 

She reached one hand down between her legs and gently rubbed her pussy, then lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, aware of their eyes on her. 'So, I think you both owe me, but first, you should get to know each other...' her voice trailed off then she added. 'Physically.'

Hope nervously edged forwards, her alabaster white skin in contrast to Caridad's darker skin and Holly's tan. She gingerly took Cari's hand in her own and edged nearer. 

'Cari...' she began, Caridad met her eyes and nodded, 'I think you should know, I've been looking at you in a new way, I want you.'

Caridad broke into a smile. She advanced upon Hope and pressed herself close, squishing their breasts together and putting them face to face. They stood for a moment, both beginning to breathe more and more quickly as they became more excited. Then Cari leaned in close and their lips met. Meanwhile Caridad's hand lowered to Hope's crotch and she wasted no time, hooking two fingers and slipping them into her sopping cunt, past her neatly trimmed fiery red pubic hair.

Hope moaned and pushed Caridad back against the wall of the closet, wrapping her left leg around Caridad's hips whilst their tongues wrestled back and forth. Caridad continued to work her fingers in and out of her tight pussy lips, massaging her clitoris gently with her thumb. Her other hand held Hope closely to her. Hope began to moan into her mouth, her hips beginning a slow gyrating motion as she fucked the other girl's hand.

Caridad felt Hope's tight folds enveloping her fingers, her mushy pussy squirming against her hand and the firm nub of her clitoris tickling slightly as the pad of her thumb rolled across it. She held Hope's pale body against her, and even though they were both breathing heavily, Hope moaning loudly, their eyes never lost contact.

As Hope's orgasm approached, she felt the delicious warmth in her tummy, moving downwards and Caridad felt her pussy muscles beginning to contract in bursts around her probing fingers. Hope stiffened and cried out in ecstacy as the orgasm washed over her and she came hard onto Caridad's hand.

'Well,' Holly began, stepping forwards. 'that was... oh...' She said as she saw that Caridad hadn't quite finished with Hope's body yet. Whilst Hope was numb in the wake of her orgasm, Caridad gently laid her flat on her back on the carpeted floor of the closet and moved between her legs, her face hovering over Hope's. She wasted no time then in burying her face between the flame-haired slayer's ample breasts, suckling on each one in turn and licking the tender, erect and bright pink nipples. She then buried her face in the redheaded vixen's snatch, licking and sucking as much of her juices as she could. Hope began to spread her legs wider as she felt her second orgasm as a glimmer on the horizon. 

Holly observed for a minute or two, then a thought crept into her mind and she walked forwards, squatting over the face of Hope as she lay on her back. Hope understood immediately and drove her tongue into Holly's snatch as far as she could, drawing a small moan of approval from the taller slayer.

Quetzonanacatl was enjoying Holly's body immensely. Holly had served as host to her for only a few hours and she had already harvested a great deal of delectable slayer energy. She had not yet received enough to manifest her preferred physical form, an act that could allow Holly's essence to return to her body, but she was close. As the delicious thought of becoming whole again entered her mind, the thought of being finally able to drain even a slayer to the point of death through the delicious acts of lust was almost enough for her to come immediately within the shell of Holly's ripe, perfect body. But she focussed herself. There was much energy to be reaped from these two wanton girls and she intended to milk them for all they were worth.

Snapping back to reality, she saw Caridad looking up at her over Hope's red-haired pubic mound, her tongue still buried between her pink folds. Holly licked her lips slowly as she looked at Caridad and beckoned her to come to her. Caridad shook her head and continued to tongue Hope's now soaking wet snatch, relishing her tangy taste.

'Come here Cari, Hope will be taken care of I assure you. But you owe me an orgasm. I want you to taste me on your tongue now.'

Caridad reluctantly rose and Holly drew her into a deep kiss with her hands on the back of her head. Tasting the juices of the redheaded slayer beneath her on Caridad's lips. Holly had tasted those juices from the source less than an hour earlier, but she still relished them. Their kiss was short however, Holly had better things in mind. She rose slightly, feeling Hope's tongue pull free of her labia with a small wet plop sound as she strained to continue licking, giving a disappointed little sound. Instead, Holly rose to a standing but bent over position, moving Caridad aside, she buried her face into Hope's snatch from above. Caridad saw her intention and moved to squat over Hope's face herself, this put her face level with Holly's ass as she stood tongueing Hope. With a grin of her own she began to lick her ass cheeks and with her hands, spread her ass wide. The small puckered hole looked inviting. She tickled the edges of it with the very tip of her tongue, then licked her pussy, drawing as much of Holly's love juice to her tongue as she could , then using this as lubrication, she began to work her tongue into Holly's ass. Holly wiggled her ass slightly and made a loud moan as Cari managed to push her tongue into her back passage. Her hands kneaded the flesh of her ass as she began to tongue-fuck in and out of her asshole. 

Hope meanwhile was licking expertly up and down Caridad's hot slit, then she sucked her clitoris into her mouth and nibbled on it with her lips. Caridad felt her orgasm coming on faster than she would have believed and this spurred on her efforts on Holly's hot ass. Holly felt an orgasm fast approaching too and as she rapidly moved her tongue back and forth across Hope's clit, she also slid a finger in and out of the girl's pussy. 

They came loudly together into one another's mouths. Their orgasms hit at almost precisely the same moment and they each released a flood of come into the other's mouths. They came crying out for one another and each was lost to the bliss of the powerful sensations, sensations that Hope and Caridad could scarcely believe they were experiencing.

Inside of Holly's body, Quetzonanacatl felt the orgasm strike her shell as it struck the two girls with her. The power rolling off them in that moment was divine to her, like stones dropped into a pond, the waves of energy struck and reinforced one another until the power had multiplied again and again and she drew vast amounts of energy into herself. 

Quetzonanacatl felt extremely strong. As the three heaving bodies began to settle, she used her power to prompt arousal in Caridad and Hope once again, and as they rolled once more into each other and began touching and kissing one another anew, Quetzonanacatl moved back to the edge of the closet and watched. Their wandering hands, their arching fingers spreading labia and sliding into assholes, their wrestling tongues and heaving breasts pressing against one another. It was delicious. Slayers truly possessed incredible amounts of power to be feasted upon and Quetzonanacatl loved it.

Still, as she sat and watched, allowing the mortal lusts of her host body to affect her once again, her hand sliding between her thighs, she also longed for the energies that a slayer could produce with a man. She allowed her essence to leave her host body and went in search of more prey. 

She found the mind of the one they called Buffy, who was now asleep in the arms of the older man who accompanied the group of slayers. They had been a feast in their own right, but now they were spent for the evening, she would experiment more with them tomorrow, but in the mean time she had a more interesting idea in mind. She accessed Buffy's memories and searched through what she could without waking the slayer, too deep into her memories and she would cause sensations for the slayer that would be unpleasant and force her to consciousness. 

She searched and found several figures that intrigued her. Two vampires and a handful of humans. One human in particular interested her here and she made her decision. Her search would take time, she decided to begin immediately... 



Buffyverse: Continued Ch. 05



Obviously, this is totally unofficial and based on Joss Whedon's Buffyverse. This is in no way an official story; I'm simply borrowing Joss' characters for a while. I hope he won't mind and with any luck I'll return them all in a few instalments time in one piece. 

I will give most new characters that I introduce a description in the text, but I may also suggest at the beginning of each story who would be the guest star to play them if it were a real T.V. episode. For example: Holly/Quetzonatl would be played by Shannon Elizabeth as she appeared in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.

This is set in an alternate Buffy verse. All of the events that have happened in Buffy have still happened in this Buffy verse with the exception of the death of the slayer Kendra who survived after series 2 but 'died' after Drusilla cut her throat in that her heart stopped, calling Faith. Events following this have been different in so far as they now include Kendra. She recovered in Sunnydale and remained there when Buffy fled to Los Angeles. She returned again after Faith's turn to evil and fought alongside Buffy against her, capturing her alive. Together, they brought her back around and the three slayers fought the mayor together at graduation. She then returned to her home and returned only sporadically after that, notably during the fight against Glory and the battle against The First's minions. Faith meanwhile went to Los Angeles to help Angel Investigations, returning to aid in the fight against Willow when she turned to evil, in which Faith was almost killed. She returned to Los Angeles again to fight evil after Angel's move to Wolfram and Hart, then returned to Sunnydale to fight The First Evil.

In this instalment, the character of Gwen Raiden (played by the delectable Alexa Davalos) appears as she did in Angel Season 4, as does Illyria (played by Amy Acker) as she appeared in Angel Season 5.

*

Faith had tried to sleep for the whole first half of the flight but to no avail. She watched the movie the on the small screen in front of her more from a sense of bored desperation than genuine interest. Xander by contrast had fallen asleep almost immediately in the seat next to her and had slumped over onto her shoulder once or twice. 

Their situation was complicated. She enjoyed the idea of being just sex-buddies with Xander, yet she knew that he would have a hard time leaving it at just that. She was also surprised that she actually lusted after him. Their first night together all those years ago had been fun, especially since it was his first time, but nothing special. But their recent antics in his car had been born from a lust for him that was overpowering.

She was still unsure where it had come from. True, she had been horny anyway and he had disturbed her porn film before she had a chance to act upon that urge herself, but still, she should not have felt so strong an attraction to him.

She stirred uncomfortably in her seat, bumping Xander slightly, but he just gave a low moan and turned, remaining asleep. 

Faith was sat in the centre seat of a row of three on the aircraft. Xander sat to her left and to her right was a man she had not given much attention to. She wasn't used to airline travel and so far it was not to her liking.

The man to her right chose that moment to return to his seat from, she presumed, the bathroom. Although she gave him only the briefest of glances when he returned, she could not shake the feeling of vague familiarity she felt. Not someone she knew she was sure, but possibly someone she had met. She also felt that she had shared intimacy with him, although something felt strange about how this had occurred as well. 

She tried to look at him without being too obvious but it proved difficult and eventually she simply looked over. She found him trying to sneak glances toward her also and looking into his face recognised him. 

'Riley Finn??' 

The man looked shocked at her. For a moment he said nothing.

'Yes, do I know you?' His eyes held the same kind of unsure familiarity that she had felt. 'You're familiar but I'm not sure if...'

'Yeah, we never met in this form I don't think. But I think Buffy may have shown you some pictures of me before.'

'You know Buffy?'

'Yeah, but we have a... complicated, past.'

'What's your name?' he asked.

'Faith.'

His eyes widened in shock. 

'Yeah, don't worry I'm not evil anymore.' She grinned at his suspicious look. 'Angel helped me, along with my big slayer sisters B and K of course.' She sighed. 'I did some time, and came to terms with what I did. I can never make up for the lives I took, I know this but I can do my best to redeem myself and so I'm gonna try to.'

He looked unconvinced.

'You did horrible things Faith, you should still be in prison.'

'Yeah, I had to quit that gig when the First did its thing.' She shook her head at his look of puzzlement. 'It's a long story,.'

'So it's an incredible coincidence that we're on the same flight at the same time let alone next to one another.' She cocked her head, 'What's that about? You and your government buddies keeping tabs on me or something?'

'No, I...' He gazed into the distance, 'It's just, well, I don't really know. I just got this... this feeling I guess. I recently, well, that is I...'

'What? Just spit it out army boy.' She laughed.

'Well, I recently got a divorce...'

'Jeez you were married? B never said anything about that.'

'Yeah I was, well, we had a bad break up. We carried on in the spec ops but being that close together with so many conflicting feelings, it was just difficult. I put in for a transfer but they made me take a month of leave first.' He shook his head. 'I had considered travelling to Europe but I just got this, this, random urge to travel there right now. When I got to the ticket desk they just assigned me this seat.'

'Wow, that's a rough gig for you, I'm sorry.' Faith shook her head. 'I still can't believe the odds of us being sat together like this though.'

'We've been alot closer than this,' his face reddened, 'in mind if not in body.'

She laughed openly. 

'You didn't seem to have a problem with the body in question though.' She licked her lips mockingly. 'I suspect it was a little more unleashed when I was behind the wheel .'

His face remained red but he obviously did not want to appear to be out of responses and so he said; 

'You'd be surprised.' Before she could respond again he changed the subject. 'So why are you going to Europe?' He looked over her shoulder, 'And is that Xander?'

'Yeah it is.' She turned to look at him. 'He's a little tired, he had a busy night. Well, we're going to see Buffy and her army of slayers. Apparently there's some big evil arising, there's a surprise right? And we have to go and stop it.'

'Army of slayers!?'

'Hey, keep your voice down.'

'Sorry it's just... an army of them?'

Faith filled him in on the events of the past year and he listened. As they talked, Faith could sense that the break up from his wife had hit him hard. She also became aware that although they had never slept together directly, there was unresolved tension between them.

She wondered what he would feel like felt from within the boundaries of her own flesh. She had always wondered in what ways Buffy's body had felt differently to her own during sex, but without the same man to test it, she had no way to know.

Riley too felt his attraction to the dark haired beauty growing along with his erection as they talked. He tried in vain to keep it covered but once or twice he saw her eyes flicker downwards to his crotch. He tried to keep the conversation going.

'So this evil, whatever it is, could you guys use an extra set of hands?'

'Hmm, probably. I don't know really what the evil is but extra muscle is always appreciated.' She put her hand on his bicep and rubbed it, 'but I don't know, maybe you've lost your edge?'

He shivered. He had not slept with anyone since his wife, and that had been two months earlier. Faith was stunning and sultry, but usually he would have resisted. Now and without really knowing why, he did not want to.

'You want me to show you? I'm military baby, I might not be a slayer or a vampire but when it comes to humans I assure you I have the goods.'

'Hmm, you'd better let me up, I think I need to use the bathroom.' She unbuckled her seatbelt and stood. He did not move and she straddled him as she moved towards the aisle. 'Hmm, I seem to have a moisture problem, perhaps you could lend a hand.' She ground herself over the hard lump of his erection through his pants. 'Two is the magic number.' As she said this she tapped her knuckles against his chest twice in a knocking motion. Then, licking her lips, she rose and walked to the bathroom, making sure she wiggled her ass as she did so.

Riley was conflicted. He wanted Faith so badly. He had thought Buffy and then his wife had been the most attractive women he had ever met. But his memory of the night Faith had been in command of Buffy's body during their love making was strong in his mind. He had thought Buffy had been incredible that night. He had experienced new heights of pleasure with her only to find it was not her mind but Faith's that had been in control. He could only imagine what Faith would be capable of in a body she was familiar with. Some part of him, and he knew which, longed to find out. 

He knew he shouldn't but his urge was too great, enhanced by Quetzonanacatl's power unbeknownst to him, he lusted after Faith as he had never lusted after anyone, even his wife and even Buffy. His eyes were fixed to Faith's jean-clad ass as she walked away and he began almost unconsciously to unfasten his seatbelt and rise from his seat. 

Riley watched which bathroom Faith entered and waited a few minutes before walking up and knocking twice. The door opened and he was pulled quickly inside. 

Faith had already stripped her clothes except her bra and thong. The bathroom was a typical small aeroplane bathroom but despite that, he stepped as far back as possible to drink in her body with his eyes. He could already smell her aroused pussy and see that her tiny black thong panties were sticking closely to her luscious pussy lips. Her nipples were clearly hard and visible through the black fabric of her bra. As he entered the room, she pulled him close and into a deep kiss immediately. The confines of the tiny restroom pressed their bodies together immediately. He relished feeling her breasts squeezing against him and he couldn't resist running his hands along the perfect skin of her ass. As their kiss continued, Riley could not help but become obviously aroused and Faith felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against her belly. The fabric of his black pants over his hardness tickled against her taught abdominal muscles. 

Her body was perfect to his eyes. She was muscular, yet not so obviously defined as to appear as a taught bundle of muscles. She had the most delicious curves he had ever seen, even more so than his wife's. 

Ex-wife's he reminded himself with a twinge of pain. No, I will not let her ruin even more of my life. 

As he made this promise to himself, he realised that he didn't need to convince himself to enjoy this. Faith was mouth-wateringly attractive. He longed for nothing more in that moment than to explore her body with his tongue, his lips, his mouth. To take the firm and tender mounds of her breasts into his mouth and suckle, to lick her erect nipples until she begged him to take her. The thought of fucking her here and now against the counter of the sink, so out of character for him, made him almost ache with desire.

As if reading his mind, Faith moved back and un-fastened her bra, allowing her beautiful breasts to bounce free. She then pulled his polo-shirt over his head and licked a line across his chest. She licked his nipples and down across his chest. She then began kissing down across his six-pack stomach to the top of his pants and with a firm squeeze of his ass cheeks, she unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to his ankles in one smooth move, leaving him standing in only his boxer shorts. She traced her fingernails along the backs of his thighs and gripped the waistband of his shorts with her teeth, pulling them down his legs until his already hard dick popped free, touching her cheek. 

She gripped his stalk in her right hand and tugged it gently, looking up into his face and licking her lips. 

As she opened her mouth to suck the glans of his penis however, he held her back.

'No Faith, not like this.' She looked extremely puzzled and a little angry but he continued, 'I want you hard and fast, fast and dirty. I want to see what you can do.'

She grinned broadly at what she perceived as a challenge. 

'Be careful what you wish for Captain America.' She pulled his shorts down to the floor and then stood. 'If that's the way you want it then, let's fuck. Fuck me hard boy scout.'

She quickly scooted back against the sink, spreading her legs wide. The action of moving around so she could sit atop the counter caused him to have to face her, in the process his erection pressed against her lower stomach and panty-clad pubic triangle and she felt shivers run through her. As soon as she had hopped onto the counter and opened her legs, they were pressed so closely together that he was virtually already inside her, only her soaked black panties seperated their flesh.

She wasted no time with a challenge in the air and grabbed his ass, her nails digging in slightly as she pulled him against her, he used one hand to pull her panties aside a split second before he sunk into her up to the hilt, his hips rocking forwards. She then held him there, not letting him withdraw. He was as huge as she had remembered. In Buffy's body she had assumed that his seemingly huge size had been due to Buffy's somewhat inexperienced vagina, not that she considered Buffy to be tighter than her, she knew she had a very tight and pleasing pussy, but that Buffy had not excercised her cunt muscles as well as she had spent far too long with her legs pressed tightly together in the presence of hot, fuckable men. Now she was finding out that she was wrong, in her mind this tickled her more, Buffy apparently was not so innocent. Faith had of course taken dicks this big before, but had not expected Riley's to be one of them. She felt him very lightly touch her cervix, just a featherlight whisper. For most women, any contact with the cervix was horribly painful, and full contact was the same for Faith as she had learned from experience, but this incredibly light touch filled her with ever more lust. 

She bared her teeth and ran her tongue along them as she stared hungrily at Riley. His wholesome look melted into one of raw lust and to her surprise, he mirrorred her expression. She lost her grip on his ass then as he began to pull out of her then thrust back in, slowly at first but with force. His tempo built slowly yet powerfully and she felt herself being filled up by his hot meat with every stroke. Her pussy allowed him to withdraw only reluctantly, her lips sticking and sucking on his rod. 

Within a minute they were fucking furiously, her rocking her hips back and forth, her breasts bouncing lusciously and him pounding his cock into her hot, slick cunt. Her hands gripped his ass tightly with each pounding thrust, but whereas she had initially been adding her strength to his thrusts, now she found that he was almost pushing her boundaries too far. He was keeping her at the perfect point of absolute pleasure, the sensation edging so closely to pain yet more pleasurable than any other. 

Both maintained their hungry expressions and each was focussing on not being the first to come and losing the unspoken challenge. Yet both were close.

Faith was using every one of her skills to push him over the edge that she could without breaking their rhythm. Her hands were kneading the flesh of his ass and she was waiting for the tell tale shudder in his hips that signalled he was getting very close in order to push her index finger into his ass. She ground and gyrated in time to his thrusts and clenched her pussy muscles deliciously around his dick, with the sheer slick moisture of her cunt, it almost felt like she was giving him a blow job with her fanny. He was tensing and un-tensing the muscles around his dick to engorge it as much as possible as he fucked her, trying to maintain even breathing as much for his muscles' aerobic sake as for the purposes of trying not to come. The throbbing feeling of his dick in her tight pussy was pushing her very close to the edge.

Both were now moaning through gritting teeth as they fucked furiously. After several more minutes their strokes began to slow as their muscles began to clench tighter, both nearing orgasm. The muscles in Riley's ass tensed beneath her fingers and began to tighten up and she knew he was about to come. 

As their fucking ground to a halt and he cried out in ecstacy, she pushed her finger into his ass and he threw his head back. Faith was actually shocked when he did the same to her in the same moment. She had been so preoccupied with the timing of her own move, she had failed to realise that his hands were also kneading her ass and waiting for the right moment. She was almost as shocked by the fact that her orgasm struck at precisely the same time, ridding her of her feeling of triumph but filling her with a fiery contentment. 

They came grunting and moaning and he shot jet after jet of hot semen into her waiting cunt and she flooded the end of his dick with her own pussy juices, the walls of her pussy continuing to milk his huge dick for all it was worth.

They remained tensed for almost a full thirty seconds until the last of his come had squirted and the throbbing in his penis as it tried to squirt more and more fluid began to abate along with her spasmic gripping of his dick. They collapsed into one another, sweating heavily and breathing hard and very, very satisfied. 

They were oblivious to how much noise they had made, nor had they been aware of it would they have cared.

Other passengers who had waiting in line had not been however.

Xander, standing at the front of the queue of people waiting for the bathroom heard their noise and, whilst slightly embarrassed himself, wondered which of the other passengers on the flight it could be. He had awoken and staggered immediately to the bathrooms, only once there had he had time to rub his eyes clean and look around. As he heard the noises of intense lovemaking, muffled as they were by the door, begin to subside, he looked around at the other passengers within earshot. All held looks of shock. In turning, he looked back to his seat and realised that Faith was not sat there and that the seat next to her was also empty. Almost with resignation, cogs began to work inside his head and with a feeling of dread, he turned back to the door, waiting for it to unlock and reveal the identity of the filthy fuckers within. He had a horrible feeling that he knew who one of them would be. He did not and could not know that he would actually know both of them... 

Gwen Raiden found herself awake much earlier than she would usually be. In her career as a thief, she was used to sleeping peculiar hours but her last big job had made her more than enough cash that she would not have to work for several weeks. Instead, she had been enjoying herself with her newly acquired body regulating chip. 

Her old system had been acquired two years previously with the help of Charles Gunn and had been an external unit fitted into the small of her back. The pull she had made on the next three jobs she had taken had been colossal and she had spent the intervening time organising a more efficient system. 




Buffyverse: Continued Ch. 05



Her new system was an internal device that was keyed to her brainwaves. It allowed her to activate and de-activate the charge present in her body at will but was safe against her brainwaves when her brain was distracted so that she did not accidentally activate or deactivate herself. It had cost her a fortune but had been worth it. She finally felt like she was almost human, although she retained her supernatural speed, agility and strength.

It had been a full week since her last job though, and she had spent the whole time sleeping and enjoying L.A.'s nightlife, and some of those who enjoyed the nightlife with her had also enjoyed her later on. 

The thought brought back memories. She remembered the vampire Angel who had crossed her path several times. Despite their intense kiss, nothing had flowered between them. She felt some regret about that, he was her first kiss and she had, despite her sarcastic attitude, held her flame for him for some time. It had been his associate Charles Gunn however who had helped her steal her first body-regulator unit and it was he whom she had lost her virginity with. She had lost contact with them shortly afterwards, but had heard some disturbing rumours. It had been almost a year since she had heard any news of them, and although rumours continued that they had survived, the last confirmed piece of news she had heard had them fighting a huge and hopeless battle. 

She knew that a battle had definitely taken place as almost three square miles of the city had been ruined, but she didn't know if they had made it or not. Rumours had also had them fighting with a girl who matched the description of Charles Gunn's ex-girlfriend, except for some reason in the rumours she had been purple.

She knew that a large area of the city of Los Angeles had become a war zone for several weeks and that the authorities were spinning it as a large terrorist action. She also knew that that was a lie. She had ventured to the areas around the disaster zone, simply out of curiosity. She had seen the armed response teams moving in, and more importantly the demon bodies being burned and what had looked suspiciously like a dragon. But she had not seen Angel or any of his friends in the chaos. 

Although the authorities had downplayed the event, in the aftermath, there was still a huge area of the city that was off-limits to civilians, and she knew for a fact that more armed squads were still being sent into the zone from time to time. 

She had decided to try not to become involved, but she still felt some sense of allegiance to Angel and his friends. Charles Gunn, as her first, played particularly on her mind. She had enjoyed her ability to contact skin without electrifying people that her devices had provided her, and had put them to extremely good use in the years that had passed since she acquired her first device, ensuring that she had as much skin on skin contact as she could get with as many attractive people as possible, but now she found she couldn't stop thinking about Angel and Gunn.

It had only really come about in the last few days, and seemed highly compelling. She had felt compelled to try to find them. 

She realised that she wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep. It was 4 a.m. according to her alarm clock, but she felt wide awake. Blearily, she climbed out of bed and walked across her large room to the door, then from there across to the kitchen. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she opened the refrigerator and removed a carton of orange juice. 

Taking a deep swig from the carton, she almost didn't hear the slight creak of one of the doors in the corridor of her apartment opening. It sounded close enough that she though it was probably the door to her bedroom across the hall, and she knew that a normal human would not have been able to detect it. Suspecting an intruder, she suddenly felt that the semi-transparent light green halter top and the light green panties she wore left her extremely exposed and vulnerable. 

She carefully put the carton down on the counter and crept across the kitchen to the unlit hall and saw that her bedroom door was indeed slightly ajar. Looking around in the darkened hallway for any signs of movement, her advanced senses could detect nothing. Taking a calming breath she positioned herself by the door to her room then in a swift motion kicked it open and flicked on the light, deactivating the safeties of her regulating chip as she did so and looked into the room. There was indeed an intruder, who spun around to face her in shock as the light clicked on.

There in front of her stood the figure of Winifred Burkle, only, not. The woman had odd purplish-blue hues to her skin and strange clothes. She stood facing Gwen seemingly with little concern that she had been caught. 

'Hey! What are you doing here!?' 

'You, you have an odd aura about you' said Illyria, 'You are mortal and yet, I sense great power, like Huracan possessed in the ancient times. How is it that you possess this power?'

'I... its Winifred right? I don't know how I "possess this power", sort of been with me since I you know, began to exist.' Gwen kept her distance from the girl. 'What's wrong with your face? An intensive goth makeover or something I should know about?' Illyria cocked her head to the side.

'She knew you, the shell, she knew you as... Gwen. Her memories led me here. She does not know anyone else in the city.' She took a step towards Gwen, 'Although I sense another power at work within you. One which hungers...' 

Illyria's gaze flowed down across Gwen's scantily clad body to her crotch and the sexy young thief felt an involuntary twitch in her nether regions along with the first glimmerings of moist arousal at the other, odd but definitely sexy woman's glance.

'What do you mean, "another power"..?' 

'Quetzonatl.' Illyria spoke without taking her eyes from between Gwen's supple thighs, 'Come to me, we must perform a ritual. I think that my... allies in this place will require aid to defeat the darkness that has been unleashed upon them by the Wolf, Ram and Hart. They will need the most powerful allies they can get, I believe that this would mean the...' she paused, searching for the word, 'Slayers. But if Quetzonatl is free upon the world then the slayers are all in grave danger. I must free them from her grasp and you will aid me.'

'Listen honey, I don't know what's going on, but I don't see how...'

'Silence. Very well, in order to successfully perform the ritual I shall need to perform a human ritual.' Illyria became blurry to Gwen's eyes for a moment before refocusing. When she became clear again, her skin carried significantly less of her blue hue, and her outfit, a leather suit of some kind had changed to a skimpy red leather thong and matching bikini top. 

Gwen, who had always harboured curiosity towards her own sex, was no stranger to other women's bodies. Since her sexual freedom gained by her regulating chips she had had several lesbian encounters and each had been wonderful. But as the figure of Winifred Burkle, albeit with a slightly more bluish hue for Illyria had not chosen to revert completely to Fred's image, advanced towards her, the sexy swing of her hips and the low light playing off the skin of her smooth stomach, Gwen felt something in her rise to the call. She did not move from the doorway as the other girl approached, but almost involuntarily she placed her legs just over shoulder width apart as she stood her ground and felt wetness flood her crotch with buttery warmth in preparation of what she instinctively knew was about to happen.

'You look so fucking sexy Gwen, I want to taste every little bit of your body baby.' Illyria spoke the words as her hands reached for the firm mounds of Gwen's breasts through her tight halter top. Although to Illyria, such words were meaningless, she knew that the only way to beat Quetzonatl was to play her at her own game and catch her off guard. Despite Winifred Burkle's shy and demure appearance, the phrases had sprung forth from her memory readily and Illyria could see memories of several boyfriends, all of whom had pleasured the petite Texan immensely during their time.

She could see her memories of the one they had all called Gunn. She could see the image from Fred's eyes as her tight, pussy had slid up and down on the large dick of the dark skinned warrior. She remembered the contrast of her creamy skin with his chocolate brown and the way her hips had rolled with the movement as she had ridden him to their mutual pleasures. She remembered the moment of bliss as her inner walls had been sprayed with warm, sticky liquid and they had both cried out as her pussy muscles had squeezed him dry.

Illyria looked deeper and remembered Fred's first sticky fumblings with other girls. There had been two of them. One from her teen years whose fingers had penetrated the young Texan as they had kissed and groped in her bedroom on a sleepover, the other from her college days whose nipples had tickled her tongue as she had taken each of her mounds into her mouth and whose clitoris has been so delicious when coated with her juices. Of this one, she also remembered the delicious feeling Fred had experienced when the other girl's tongue had flicked across her own entrance, jiggling across her sensitive nub as her boyfriend had watched from the front seat of the car. She remembered Fred's heart racing as her orgasm exploded and she had come, hard onto the other girl's face, whimpering as her juices had coated the girl's tongue.

Illyria could feel the interest of Quetzonatl in the girl before her. She recognized the taste of the power. Greasy and weak in comparison to her own, or how her own had been before... before they had taken it from her. Quetzonatl had not been as old as she, and many of the old ones considered her usage of power to feed upon the mortals to be disgusting, treating her much as they had treated the Wolf, Ram and Hart. Yet both were now possessed of great power. Although it was the Wolf, Ram and Hart that she sought the downfall of first and foremost, Illyria knew that she needed the slayer army. In order to get the slayer army, she knew she had to prevent their destruction at the hands of Quetzonatl. In her current state, she required a connection to Quetzonatl and the only way to get that was to defeat her with one of her own rituals, to follow the power back to the source and free enough of her thralls to perform her own rituals and destroy Quetzonatl's essence. 

In the moment however, she needed an ally to go with her, the more powerful the better, as she could not guarantee that none of Quetzonatl's thralls would not have reached the total dedication stage of their possession yet. If they had, then she only had a short while until Quetzonatl became aware of her efforts and had an army of slave-warriors to send in pursuit of her.

'Fred, I-I'm not so sure that y-you...' The last part of Gwen's mind that was not totally given over to the sexy vixen approaching her tried one last time to assess what was happening before she gave herself over to the other woman as a hand slid around her waist and another slid down to her crotch, the thin fabric of her incredibly skimpy panties the only thing separating her sex from the probing fingers.

'Oh but I'm very sure Gwen,' The girl's voice lowered to a sexy whisper as she drew herself close to the gorgeous body in front of her, her own crotch pressing the back of her hand forwards so that it was trapped between them as her fingers tickled Gwen's folds through her underwear. 'I'm going to make kitty purr tonight, I'm going to make you feel amazing because I need to, I need to feel your skin and every bit of your body against mine. I want to taste you.'

As Fred's mouth drew close to Gwen's, Gwen felt her own lips part slightly and her eyes close as their lips met, their tongues, delicately at first then more roughly beginning to intertwine and caress one another. Gwen began to move her hips, grinding her crotch into Fred's hand. Gwen reached up and grabbed the door frame with her hands, taking as much of her weight as she could so she could spread her thighs as far apart as possible. Fred's other hand slid up beneath her halter top and grasped one of her firm breasts, squeezing gently. Gwen moaned loudly against the other girl's mouth as she felt the stimulation of her nipple adding to the feelings already building brilliantly between her legs.

As Fred's hand moved to cup Gwen's other breast, her other hand slid up from her crotch to caress her belly for a moment before sliding back down on the inside of her panties. Her fingertips slid through the small strip of pubic hair before it found the nub of Gwen's clit and skin on skin contact between it and her fingers happened for the first time. Gwen broke their kiss to cry out as Fred pushed her index and middle finger inside of her folds and her thumb continued to move back and forth across her clitoris.

They remained standing, their tongues uncurling to wrap around one another as the movements of Fred's hands accelerated. Gwen kept hold of the doorframe to hold herself upright as her legs turned to jelly. She began panting and moaning loudly as her orgasm approached. Fred's blue-tinted eyes locked onto the lightning girl's as her hang frigged her dripping wet slit. Gwen rocked her hips back and forth, thrusting back against the movement of Fred's hand. She threw her head back and wailed as the muscles of her abdomen tensed and rippled and Illyria felt the muscles of the other woman's pussy tighten and squeeze her fingers in rings as though trying to milk a dick as she came, hard, onto Fred's hands. 

In the wake of her orgasm, Gwen's hands would no longer hold her weight and she let go and fell upon Fred. She half expected Fred to collapse beneath their combined weight but somehow Fred supported them both. In the tiny part of her mind that could still think clearly Gwen registered surprise, but as Fred wrapped her arm around her waist and led her to the bed, her mind cleared of any logical thought as one hand remained buried in her crotch. 

Fred threw her onto her back on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. She then knelt at the foot of the bed and, tearing Gwen's underwear off, she buried her face in the puffy folds of her extremely aroused snatch. It wasn't long with Fred lapping at her clit before Gwen came again thunderously, her hips bucking and her head thrown back, her nipples straining against the fabric of her halter. 

'My turn now.' Fred said simply, rising and climbing up onto the bed. She licked a trail across Gwen's abdomen, her hand catching the bottom of the top and pulling it up her body as she continued her motion. She stopped briefly to suckle on each of the bright pink nipples that poked up from each of Gwen's glorious mounds. She then continued to lick up across Gwen's chest, kissing and licking across her collar bones and neck, bringing them face to face with Fred on all fours, her ass in the air.

'Oh god, oh my god you are so very good Fred, I would never have...'

'Shh...' Fred's voice was a sultry whisper as she kissed Gwen deeply again, 'Now you have to make me come, fuck me with your tongue, suck my clit and make me come deep you sexy little bitch.' 

Gwen looked up, a smile playing across a mouth that was slack with need. She wanted Fred's body so much. Fred rose up onto her knees and tore away her bikini top with ease, throwing it away into the room. Then she ran a hand down the front of her thong and rubbed herself provocatively whilst her other hand tore loose the sides of the garment and then she threw it away too. 

Gwen tried to sit up but Fred placed her free hand in between her breasts and pushed her supine again before cupping one of the other girl's teats once more as she continued to rub her now dripping pussy. 

Then, slowly, she shifted forwards and hovered above Gwen's face on her knees. She sat for a moment looking down into Gwen's eyes, the only portion of her face that was not blocked by her body and her moist crotch. Gwen felt rivulets of the other woman's wetness drip onto her lips, she eagerly licked them clean, revelling in the glorious, musky sent the petite girl above her exuded. She extended her tongue to try and lick the quivering lips of the tight slit above her, but Fred moved back just out of reach. Several times the pattern repeated until finally Gwen's hands snaked up and rested on Fred's hips and tried to pull her down to her waiting mouth, at the same time rising and in one motion sinking her tongue into the other girl's cunt in one smooth motion. 

Fred leaned back and with one hand began to rub Gwen's pussy once again whilst her own was being lapped at eagerly. As she felt her orgasm building, Illyria focussed on the source of power she could feel that was draining energy from their fucking. It had given them more of it's attention finally and the time was nearly right. As her orgasm was about to strike, she pushed herself off Gwen's face. The other woman began to protest until she swung one leg over Gwen's face and rotated herself, before lowering herself back onto her mouth and cutting off the sentence. From there she leaned forwards and buried her face in between the legs of the woman beneath her. Fred felt hands reach up and squeeze her ass cheeks as her own hands reached beneath Gwens and did the same. Her orgasm was incredibly close and Illyria focussed her power on them reaching orgasm at the same instant. They both began to give out muffled moans of pleasure into their partner's genitals as their hips began to twitch and roll.

They came at the same moment, each bathing the other's lips and tongue with their juices. At that moment Illyria felt Quetzonatl begin to draw deep energy from them and as she felt their orgasms peak, she sent a powerful blast of her own psychic energy along the same channel. For Gwen, this felt like the power of her orgasm tripled. Gwen began to scream with pleasure as the feeling rolled over her concentrated in her erogenous zones as ripples of immense pleasure roiled outwards from her nipples, her clitoris, her g-spot, and a hundred other nerve clusters on her body. The pleasure was so intense she passed out.

Illyria felt Quetzonatl real from the blow and withdraw her influence from them both. The old one was pleased, she had been right to combat Quetzonatl with her own ritual power. In an incredibly odd way she had also felt some of what it must be like to be human. Her shell had once again provided her with a new and distinctly human experience. But there was more than that. At the peak of her shell's pleasure, as her power had combined with Quetzonatl's there had been a battle for the Gwen Raiden's soul. She had felt the link to what was beyond, had felt the energy present in the conflict. She was sure that somewhere in the morass of power she had felt a presence... one which she recognised. One which had been in the air when she had been re-birthed into the world... the soul of Winifred Burkle...

But it couldn't be, the fires of resurrection... they consumed her soul... Illyria contemplated, how could it be...

A voice suddenly echoed in the mind of the demoness, loudly penetrating her thoughts.

'So my old enemy, you have decided to interfere in my affairs...'

'Yes, it would appear that I have.'

'Why would you want to do that my sister? We should be allies you and I... We would rule all. I could even restore you to your full strength again, we could bring about the return of our kind.'

Illyria shook her head.

'You are not my kind,' She rose to her feet, still straddling the nude and unconscious form of Gwen, her pussy lips making a wet sucking sound as they came away from the girl's face, left shiny by her juices. 'You are beneath my kind, and I intend to send you back to that place. I have new allegiances now, and I need the ones that you covet. I will go and get them and you will not stop me.'




Buffyverse: Continued Ch. 05



'We shall see old one, we shall see.' The words were punctuated with intense laughter, 'A time is coming when I will deal with you, but for now, have a taste of my power, it will give you an idea of what is to come... after you do.'

Illyria suddenly cried out and fell to her knees as a blast of orgasm rippled through her body, immediately followed by another and then another. She leaned forwards over the unconscious Gwen as he pussy juices coated the other girl's taught stomach and still the orgasms hit over and over again. Illyria felt totally helpless as her shell was made to react against her will. With a supreme force of will that no human would ever be able to muster, the ancient demon forced her body to quiet and forced the invading power out of it. She rolled over and landed on the bed next to Gwen and curled foetal. She had felt the overwhelming pleasure brought by a human orgasm before, it had been one of the first things she had tried to experience when she had been learning what it was to be human. She had done it to herself of course, no human could be trusted with access to her body. But she had never, in all of her millennia of existence had she ever before felt exhausted. For the first time since her imprisonment, Illyria's eyelids sunk closed and she slept...

Quetzonatl was afraid. For the first time since she had escaped her soul prison, she had encountered a being who posed her a very serious threat. Illyria was here, she had awakened. This was dire news indeed. Yet, it seemed she had tied herself to the shell of this human. The fires of resurrection would have destroyed the girl's soul in this reality, but as any being capable of seeing beyond would know, souls manifested across dimensions in many forms. 

Quetzonatl began to search and found the soul of Winifred Burkle. Trapped in a small pocket between dimensions. She had suffered greatly. Quetzonatl laughed in her mind;

Fear not little one, soon you'll have your living shell back and you won't remember any of the hellish things that happened to you, you shall be yourself again. Her laughter intensified, but only until my power consumes you all.