Rushing back to the school Willow and Xander made it there in record time. Judging from what they had seen different couples do in the middle of the town it was very much confirmed that Willow's spell hadn't worked and was very much out of control. Who knew that a vampire and a Fyarl demon would have hooked up?
The pair moved quickly down the hall before Xander paused as they passed Principal Synder's office frowning. He could have sure he heard some kind of noise coming from inside. "What is it?" Willow asked him but he held up his finger in a classic 'give me a second' gesture and went to the door. Half curious to see what was happening inside and half fearful of what he might find he opened the door slightly and peered inside. The room was chaos a far cry from the organised and neat structure and layout that he knew Synder like to keep. Papers, files and clothes were everywhere around the room. A girl's hand came up from behind the desk in the middle of the room and Xander's eyes widen as he saw Faith, the second vampire slayer's head pop out from behind it. Her hair was going every which way as well as having a layer of sweat over her face. But her appearance was nothing compared to the shock of seeing Principal Synder's head popping up from behind the desk to with Faith's dark lipstick marking his face and neck. The short man wore his tie around his head ala Rambo. Xander stood still frozen in shock.
Faith was the first to speak up. "Xander either get in here or close the door!"
The authoritarian principal then spoke up in a rather hoarse voice. "Harris close that door right now or it is detention for rest of the school year!" he barked at the teenager and Xander duly did just that slamming the door shut firmly.
"What was it? what did you see?" Willow asked him curious as she had no idea of who or what he saw inside as Xander had blocked her view.
Xander shook his head trying desperately to get the images of Faith and Synder from inside his mind. He just grabbed Willow and pulled her down the corridor quickly away from the room. "Nothing!" He squeaked. "It doesn't matter! I saw nothing! Let's just fix this spell! Undo all it's wrongness and badness quickly and by the way there is a good chance I may throw up in the next 5 minutes!" He told her quickly looking a little green as they turned a corner.
Back inside the office Faith turned to look at her lover after the door slammed shut. "You really have the power to do that?" she asked him causing the older man to turn to her. "Give students a year's worth of detention?"
"One of the many weapons and punishments in my power!" He announced proudly. "A lot of educators tell students: 'Think of your principal as your pal.' I tell the students think of me as your judge, jury, and executioner."
Faith bit her lip turned on again by his words. "And what punishments would you use on me Mr Principal?" She asked him with a seductive smouldering voice.
Playing along with her Synder gave her an evil grin. "Only the harshest, most long-lasting punishment one that teach you to have the up most respect and the sharpest punctuality." Faith actually cooed at the idea and leaned over to him kissing the older man fiercely. He opened his mouth for her tongue as the pair sank back behind the desk exploring their passion. A moment later Faith's head appeared on the side of desk as she lay on the floor with Synder's jacket underneath her. She hissed and moaned as she felt the man kiss her body before letting out a loud groan as he entered her. Synder's head then appeared hovering over Faith's. "It's all about giving you some discipline," he told her as he started to thrust inside her.
Faith smirked at him and used her slayer muscles to grip his cock like a vice inside her causing the older man to cry out in pleasure. "You can't tame me!" she told him smugly while running a hand over his head caressing it and the man leaned down to kiss her. Their body's moved heatedly together as they fucked each other with need as the pair heavily made out with wanton desperation.
Willow and Xander burst into the science lab she had been using and looked at her ingredients. "Oh no it's all mixed up," she cried realising that there was no mistaking it she caused this. "This has to be what's causing this!" She looked upset and shellshocked at the fact. Her magic, her simple quick fix to all her problems was what caused this.
"How do we reserve it?" Xander asked looking at her trying to get her to focus. The last thing needed was for Willow to lose it and fall into self-pity.
Summoning her focus and deciding to be guilty some other time Willow considered what to do. "My spell book is back at the factory," she said frowning. Damn they should have gotten it when they made their escape. "But there is another one in the library it's Mrs Calendar's original copy!" She said and they exited the room heading there.
"Wait I thought that one was Mrs Calendar's copy," Xander said following her confused.
"No Giles kept that one, so I went out and got my own," Willow explained to him before admitting. "He said the spells that were in there too complex and dangerous."
"Score one for the Englishman," Xander muttered causing Willow to give him a look. Heading inside the library they were greeted thankfully by no bizarre couples having sex so finding the spell book was relatively easy. "Anything?" he asked her as she flipped over the various pages in the book.
"Here it was!" Willow said pointing to the page she stopped on. She scanned the information noting the method and ingredients that was required for the delusting spell. "Okay, okay," she said looking over the information. "I think this should all end if we simply break the spell in the same way one undo the original spell."
"Fine by me so what do we do?" Xander asked her. Willow went over to the table where there was a pen and paper and quickly wrote down a few details and ingredients.
"I need you to go quickly pick up these from the magic shop," she instructed him.
"What if the owner is… somewhat busy?" he asked her suggesting the obvious.
"Then break in or something," she replied. "Xander, we don't have time and I can't reserve the spell without any of these."
"Fine! I'm going! I'm going!" he said holding his hands up in defence before taking the list from her and heading out of the library. He was sure beyond anything that he was right that Willow should not be casting any spells as clearly with their luck she should have known the Hellmouth would get involved and mess it all up. Who knew what mess was occurring?
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Buffy cried out as she came again crashing against Spike's body as she felt her entire body stiffened, only to shudder and shake with every pulsing jet Spike released inside of her. The pair fell onto the floor and lay next to each other temporarily spent again. The pair were looking a little worse wear with bruises, scratches and welts upon Spike's body while Buffy's body featured some bruises but mainly bite marks from when Spike fed on her. They had fucked in all kinds of positions, they had sucked and eaten each other and explored every inch of each other's bodies. They had made love slowly and they had made love frantically. They had torn at each other's bodies in their passion, and both were bruised from the violence they had done each other (violence which had turned them both on) and also from the constant banging and bumping into parts of the building.
"Told you I'd make you scream luv" Spike said smugly finally speaking up, reaching over to his long leather coat, and lighting a cigarette he fished from it.
Buffy rolled her eyes at him and reached over and snatched his cigarette from his mouth, snapping it in two and throwing the halves away. "You were doing a fair amount of yelling yourself Spike" she pointed out, now leaning on her side with an elbow holding her head up. "I also seem to remember you telling me I'd be begging you, but I don't recall that happening." She was goading him, she knew it but his comment had put ideas in her head and she wanted to test him.
"Don't worry sweetheart," he said. "I will have you begging, especially after you just took my cigarette from me - you really shouldn't do that to a smoker you know, makes us all cranky."
"Don't be stupid Spike," Buffy fired back at him. "You don't even breathe smoking can't even breathe!"
"So, you remember what I am pet?" Spike leered at her.
Buffy looked at him confused. "I know you are vampire Spike. That's not a newsflash."
"Oh no that's just the half of it and you know it," he said curling his tongue behind his teeth in a way that made Buffy melt. "I'm not a Romeo like your beloved Angelus. I'm bad to the bone, soulless and evil. Wicked and wrong. Nothing good and pure about me." For whatever reason Buffy's heart skipped a beat and her stomach filled with butterflies at his words. Maybe his words were true.
"Trust me Spike I know what you are," Buffy replied calmly. "I just don't particularly care right now. All I care about is you shutting your mouth and fucking me again before I decide to stake your ass." She would question all her actions tomorrow as right now she now her body was still crying out in need.
"No point in staking my ass luv," the vampire smirked, "hearts not there. Didn't that watcher of yours teach you anything? Jeez there's no standards these days, Slayers used to have to have a bit of sense about them."
"But there is no other slayers that you want is there Spike?" Buffy replied in a coy voice. "You don't want anyone else. You can't settle for anyone else, can you? I'm just the itch you are dying to scratch. The trophy you want to win. I am everything you wish for." She finished looking smug and powerful.
Spike was suddenly over her again and she offered no protest as her lips crushed against his own. He could feel the hardness of her nipples against his chest as she pressed herself against him. One hand slid down his chest, past his belly button, and to his rapidly hardening penis. She gave it a squeeze - a perfect squeeze. It was always perfect with Buffy. "Yesss," Buffy hissed as she began to slowly pump at him. "So good, Spike..."
"Buffy," he groaned. A thousand thoughts filled his mind, and they were all about her. She kissed him again, and her hand slid away from him. It was replaced a moment later by the tightness of her. They both moaned together as he entered her. For him, the warm, wet tightness of her was heaven. He was already addicted to it. She rolled them over forcing him to lay underneath her no matter how hard he struggled. She began to bounce up and down on him. The vampire's hands went up to her breasts and began to knead them insistently as Buffy held his wrists and pressed him against her. "H-harder!" He began to thrust up to meet her. If there was one thing he had learned in the last few hours, it was that Buffy liked it hard and she liked it rough.
He couldn't hold out much longer. She was so tight, so warm, and so Buffy. She moved with such perfection. He gasped Buffy's name as she screamed his own. As always, they came in unison.
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Across town Angel gasped as he came again clutching at Joyce as he cried out pumping in his dead seed within her while keeping a hand on hers as held onto to a stake above his chest. "Oh yes!" the woman cried out half in pain and half in pleasure as she came along with him. This seemed too much. Joyce had, in all her years, never felt anything like this. This need. Hunger. Never expected it to come up so quickly and absolutely and for this man. She should be so tired as there was not an inch of her body he had not kissed, licked, nibbled, stroked; not an orifice that he'd neglected in his frenzy to memorize or possibly mark her. But instead passion and unknown to her the lust spell had kept her going, pushing all it's victims to their limits while increasing their oxytocin causing a never ending urge to experience lust.
Angel felt the tip of the stake she held rub against his chest. One cannot be too careful with all the pleasure he had been experiencing. The pulse of her vein called to him again. Once again taunting him.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Joyce muttered not for the first time. And yet, Joyce Summers was naked rubbing her pussy up and down against the throbbing cock of Angel a vampire and her daughter's ex. She was even eyeing his sculpted body.
"You just say the word and we'll stop at any time," Angel said while kneading her breast. How could she asked him to stop when he did something like that to her? Joyce peppered his neck and chest with multiple hot kisses.
"This will change everything," she moaned almost to herself. She knew that if Buffy found out there would be no going back. She would never forgive her mother and they would likely appearing Jerry Springer within a month. She and Buffy were still on fragile ground in light of her learning about Buffy being the vampire slayer. How she envies other mothers who only have to worry about unwanted pregnancies, sexually transmitted diseases, broken hearts and failing grades! She has to worry about all that and the things that go bump in the night to boot! There is not a thing in the living world that Joyce can do to protect her little girl and it drives her insane sometimes. It must have lead her to making this decision to get into bed with Angel. A moment of insanity and utter lust that she knew she should stop. But for some reason she could not stop herself, all of her body was crying out for more pleasure despite having received already so much of it.
Angel had to agree with the woman there as he knew that he had royally crossed the line in bedding Buffy's mother. But he couldn't stop. He needed more and needed it now. As the lust spell continued to increase in it's control over its victims so did, they lose their controls and understanding. Therefore, Angel could not deny himself anymore. He covers her mouth, pushes her chin up, and puts his velvet soft mouth over the pulsing vein. She gasps as his teeth go in, razor sharp, exquisitely painful. She tries to scream through his restraining hand as she feels the horrible draining feeling as he begins to draw out her life.
Her blood fills his mouth, and it's sweet with fear, redolent of Joyce, carrying her essence, recalling to him every time he's touched her skin, buried himself inside her, loved her. He draws out the moment as long as he can, rolling the blood in his mouth, memorizing the taste of it, of her and then swallows, feeling it move into him, becoming part of him, his forever. Joyce. He removes his fangs and carefully licks the wounds closed, savouring every last molecule before moving away from her and letting her free. Alert now she cowers edging away from the bed to the corner of the room, staring at him, shocked. He stands there shocked himself but unable to help himself from licking the blood from her lips. "I'm sorry," he simply says.
"How could you do that?!" she snarled at him clutching the wound he made on her neck.
"It…" he stutters trying to make sense of it himself. "It is all part of the process… the lovemaking process…"
Despite her anger Joyce once again felt a rush of lust swell within her. She couldn't deny that she was intrigued. "So, you feed on me, and you get a bigger turn on?"
"That's only part of it," Angel confessed and took a sharp nail over his wrist cutting into the skin and unleashing some blood from beneath his skin. "This is the second part."
Joyce stared at the blood emerging from his wrist. "If I drink that… I don't want to become a vampire," Joyce told him.
Angel shook his head. "I have not drunk enough for you to change. You must be near death to become one of us." He informed her but she still looked conflicted, and he pleaded. "Joyce please." He looked nothing like a terrifying man but rather a desperate man. Joyce looked at his arm, at his face. She made a decision. She took his hand in both of hers and puts her mouth on the bloody wrist. She opened her mouth. The blood was like syrup going down her throat and was cold like his body. She felt as though the demon blood was freezing her from the inside. Cold, cold, freezing cold, cool, coolio, cool...She felt...just fine. Doing fiiine, on Cloud 9. She heard herself giggle. This was better than the candy. What was wrong with her?
'Joyce,' There was a voice in her head, a silvery whisper, sliding along her nerves, into her brain. And that was cool too. 'Joyce. You can hear me?' It was his voice. Angel's voice whispering in her mind. She shook with realization as his voice, borne by the demon blood, flowed inside her, building a bridge between them, a connection. 'Feel me.' And all she could feel was Angel, his growing excitement as he ran his hands down her body. She felt his greed for her soft skin, her warmth, her life. She saw herself as he saw her: her hair a halo, her eyes blue pools, her mouth gently smiling, a beautiful woman, filled with red life. She felt Angelus's desire to possess, to consume to destroy every bit of skin, flesh, blood and bone; and Angel's own desire to lose himself inside her. To be warmed and resurrected by her living flesh. She felt the beauty he saw when he looked at her. It was beautiful and she had never ever in her life ever felt so beautiful.
He pulled her on her feet and kissed her to which she willingly opened her mouth to his tongue, matched her lips with his until they were both breathless. Breaking off they stared at each other's eyes for a moment as she felt his need and desire for her. She shared the arousal he felt at the sweet smell of her own blood, pulsing just under the tender skin, so close. She could smell her own arousal and feel his as his marble erection rubbed against her soft warm belly. Moaning she crushed her lips on his and the made out with barely an inch between them. Her nipples were as hard as they had ever been and she gasped when he lean down and circled one with his tongue, teasing and sucking hard. She felt the constant battle inside his mind with the demon struggling to sharpen his teeth, eager to pierce the vessel and suck all the sweet blood out, she craved the taste of her own blood and sighed in disappointment as Angel forced himself away from temptation.
She panted in desperate using all her strength to push him down onto the bed needing him to fill her knowing it would be so different now that she felt him in her head. She shivered pleasurably as his hand went between her legs, his cold fingers plunging inside her. She shared his delight when she moved her hips pushing against him, craving his invasion. Whimpering in frustration when he withdrew. She was burning. Her skin was on fire, her heartbeat pounding through both of them.
She'd threw one leg over him, straddling him as she gently pressed her arms against his chest, holding him down on the bed. She couldn't stop now. He needed her so badly. She needed him so badly. For a moment she wasn't sure which of them needed it more, or whose thoughts were whose. He puts the tip of himself inside her and the now familiar feeling of her warm folds almost undoes him. He feels the demon rising, his eyes going yellow. "Don't hide it from me," her voice tells him, and he focuses on the moment seeing Joyce on top of him, her fingers tangled in the short spikes of his hair, his cock inside of her looking down at him. "Share it with me!" She tells him and he does. He allows her to feel Angelus, allows that monster a chance to be seen from the prison in his mind, allows her to feel Angelus's desire to burn the world and destroy it.
"Yes Angel," she gasps as she rides him. "Show me more!" She felt passion and his strength as his feelings flowed into her. A connection which was something she had always longed for her entire life was made, a void where her marriage had been was filled. His pleasure is to be near her. Close to her heat, the pulse of her blood that was music in his ears. His hands slip-sliding over warm curves, cupping and teasing sensitive flesh. It was all so perfect and beautiful. Their bodies moving to the rhythmic cadence of her heartbeat as his name fell from her lips, pleading completion. Her whole body shook with each powerful thrust into her. Her mind was shaking. Hungrily, she claimed his lips in a needy, carnal kiss. One wantonly returned as they tumbled on toward ecstasy.
He came inside her so powerfully he roared and could feel Angelus rising up eager to take control and it took all of his strength to restrain the creature and maintain himself. While Joyce's world exploded with pleasure throughout her body as she screeched wordlessly. Cumming was like reaching up to the heavens. She all but cried tears as fell on his chest he held her in his arms as they both tried to regain their senses.
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Xander managed to get to the Magic Box, Sunnydale's local magic shop that Willow swore by on Maple Court in good time. Cursing at the door being locked he decided that due to the nature of the emergency breaking and entering would be forgiven by the higher powers he smashed the glass in the door entering the store. Going inside and following Willow's list he began picking up items and ingredients stuffing them in a bag. Double checking the list, he was confident that he picked up everything, turned to leave and was halfway to the door, intending to leave when he heard what sounded like a moan coming from behind him.
He paused, listening. There. Again. Someone was in there. He swallowed standing stiff as a board, he already had one instance of seeing a lustful encounter that will forever haunt him so therefore he had no burning desire to disturbing another for fear of who it might include. He took a step forward when he heard a voice. "Spike!"
His senses were running way ahead of his thoughts. He recognised that name but more importantly he recognised who uttered it. He turned back and made his way slowly towards the storeroom in the back of the shop where the noise had come from. As he got to the door, he heard another moan. "Uhhhh, Spike!" The teenager stared into the door, as if he had x-ray vision. Buffy was in there with Spike and from the sound of it. He was sure of it of it as he recognised that voice instantly now.
Swallowing he opened the door and couldn't believe what he saw: Buffy was there with lying on the floor naked underneath a vamped out and naked Spike clearly thrusting against each other in the mist of sex. "Oh god!" He muttered helplessly at the scene before him. His brain kept trying to reject it repeating on loop the line, 'everything I tell you is a lie... this is a lie.' But it wasn't a lie. The spell had done this. It had caused all of this. All because he and Willow couldn't keep their hands off each other. Joyce and Angel, Faith and Synder and now Spike and Buffy! Who knows what Cordelia was doing and who with.
He must have made some noise, because suddenly Spike's head jerked up and looked toward the door. "Xander!" Buffy cried helplessly and breathlessly from under the blond vampire but making no move extract herself under him. Spike himself glanced up at the teenager and Xander saw blood on his lips. Buffy's blood it had to be.
"Get out of here boy!" He growled before smirking a little as he thrusted harder against the slayer causing her to cry out in pleasure. Spike was clearly enjoying the floor show. Xander couldn't bare watching it any longer and dropped the bag producing a stake from his back pocket. He raised it up and Spike grunted as he moved off Buffy having no shame as he stood up naked as the day he was born. "Well look who decided to join us! Good timing too as I had worked up a bit of an appetite," he said with his smirk ever widening at the implication.
Xander looked at the vampire with fear in his eyes. Spike was a master vampire in his own right, the murderer of two slayers and way out of Xander's league. He would fight very bravely and did very quickly both of them knew that. He only had one hope and it was currently on the floor. "Buffy!" he hissed at the woman on the floor who was still lying trying to get her breath back. "Buffy! I need your help with this."
"Xander," she moaned fighting to regain her senses. "Just get out of here."
Even hyped up on lust spell she rejected him Xander groaned to himself. "No Buffy I'm staying right here." He said firmly. He was not about to leave his friend in the hands of this monster even if she might be desiring it.
"Don't think she is interested in you joining for a threesome mate, maybe that great big poof Angel but you wouldn't even get to hand out the drinks!" Spike mocked the boy eyeing the fact that his grip on the stake was shaking slightly.
"Buff, this guy is a vampire remember? Kidnapping Angel, tried to kill you so many times over to the point where you stated: 'Spike is going down!' Any of this ringing a bell with you?!" Xander said gritting his teeth while keeping an eye on Spike.
The Spike let an animalistic growl clearly feed up of talking and moved towards Xander in speeds only a vampire can. Frighteningly quickly he was on top of Xander knocking the stake away and chocking the brunette with his clawed hands. The young man didn't even have time to bring his hands up to try and wrestle the vampire's hands trying to break free of the man's grip. He couldn't match the vampire's strength and only could struggle while watching stars begin to form in his eyes. Spike snarled sank his teeth into the boy's throat. Xander shouted at the pain and tried to fight, but he could already feel his life draining away. The blond vampire's deadly intention was cut short however by a sharp kick to the back of his head. He winced letting go of Xander who fell to floor spinning around to see Buffy standing there. Still naked and still horny but with enough sense to react when one of her friends was in danger.
"Get away from him," she demanded to her former lover and now back to being an enemy.
"Just let me finish him off slayer the stupid wanker has interrupt all our fun," Spike told her moving forward towards where Xander lay coughing clutching his neck. "I'll be doing the world a favour."
Resisting the serious urge to grab Spike and kiss him with everything she had Buffy lashed out at Spike. She threw out a serious of punches and kicks at him, but she was slower, weaken after Spike feeding on her multiple times. Spike on the other hand had the slayer's blood coursing threw him and was able to dodge all of Buffy's move easily. Seemingly getting turned on by seeing his arch nemesis fight in such a weaken state.
Xander watched as Buffy valiantly try to defeat the Master Vampire but even, he could tell Spike was just toying with her. He coughed hard willing his body to comply as he struggled to sit up right.
"Looks like you still not up speed slayer!" Spike laughed after a minute of trading blows with the increasingly desperate Slayer. Buffy's reply was to head butted him hard, succeeding in causing him to grunt slightly in pain. He growled grabbing the girl and throwing her against a wooden crate. Buffy cried out in pain and was then stopped by Spike who held over the grate rubbing his hard cock on her ass. Buffy couldn't help but moan in pleasure and need spreading her legs completely forgetting that they were fighting a moment ago. "Don't worry little girl I've got just the thing that will make you move faster," he purred in her ear as he lined himself up and prepare to push himself in.
His eyes shot wide open not as the pleasure of being inside Buffy but at the pain of a stake being rammed from behind into his heart. He looked down at the tip pointing out. "Bugger me!" he muttered before busting into a cloud of dust. Buffy slowly turn around to face her saviour to see Xander standing there one hand clutching his neck where Spike bit him and the other holding a stake. It would seem in the short fight that Spike had forgotten all about the wise cracking teenager and Xander had managed to sneak up on him.
"Buffy?" Xander asked turning his head away so not to look at his friend naked. "Are you alright?" Her only response was to launch herself at Xander causing him to topple and the pair to fall to the ground. Buffy moaned helplessly against his lips pressing totally up against him, legs wrapped around him and kissing him so powerfully. She clutched at him with an almost savage desperation. Her mind was a whirling storm of lust, and it was Xander who now stood at its centre. She couldn't control it. She couldn't ignore it. She couldn't deny the rushing onslaught of desire that blasted through her heart, her mind, and her body.
He moaned himself as Buffy held on to him hard. He had harboured a crush on Buffy since he had first seen her. As he spent time with her and gotten to know her it had only doubled to the point when he had fallen in love with her. Even if recent events such as an attraction to Willow and Buffy's running away in the summer had dampened his love it was still there buried deep. So, to have her in his arms, moaning, clawing, and kissing him all need and want was… beyond anything he could imagine. Here she was far wilder and as sexy as he had ever gotten to see her. She was the recurring star of all his fantasies, and this was better than he ever created. But he knew like the love spell event last year it was all fake. All smoke and mirrors. It took all his strength and more than a little willpower, but he managed to push her off him and quickly moved away from her getting some distance from the girl.
"It's a spell!" he all but yelled at her hoping she would understand in that lust filled brain of hers. "Willow cast a spell and that's why you are behaving like this!"
She tried to pay attention to his words, but it was too difficult as instinct had overridden her conscious thought thanks to the lust spell. It was like she was looking at him with brand new eyes and she was liking what she was seeing. He was sweet, funny, and caring plus had a decent body far better than he should having seen what he eats. He had saved her life literally and brought her back from the dead god she wanted to repay for that. To tell him how much she needed him. How grateful she was that he was in her life. She knew he liked her more than he should so no doubt would be a very eager love partner. The very sight of him was a turn on and she wanted to find herself caught in a never-ending cycle of pleasure from being in his arms. So she propped herself up with her forearms behind her back and let a sultry smile appear on her face. Xander had not seen a sexier sight. "Come on Xander let's not pretend you haven't even thought about it," she paused noting his erection in his jeans. Despite the blood loss he was suffering from it seemed there was some left inside him. "The flesh definitely seems willing."
The teenager's reason and logic was beginning to come undone as he struggled to get back to his feet. That sex crazed little voice in his head was now louder than it had ever been. 'Come on! Just like Jordan says just do it! You have been wondering what Buffy has been like for ages and now here is your chance!'
'No!' the more logical side of his head yelled at him. 'If you do this, she will never forgive you!'
'Oh, come on!' the horny part of his brain whined. 'She will be feeling guilty for what she been doing most of the evening that you boinking her won't even register!'
'She is your friend! And a true friend would never take advantage,' the logical side of him argued.
'Shut up both of you!' Xander screamed at both parts of his brain. Agreeing with the logical side of him and accepting that resisting Buffy had never been one of his strong suits. "Buffy I can't do this!" She was too quick for him grabbing him and ferociously kissing him. He let out a moan as he felt her grip her clothes.
"Just think about it, Xander," she moaned against his lips. She wanted to badly to be with him. She wanted so badly to use him. She needed him to be hers. "I'll fuck you like you've always wanted to be fucked. I'll make you cry out; I'll make you scream and beg. All you have to do, is give yourself to me."
Xander screwed his eyes shut, and released his breath in a strangled groan as he tried to overcome the desire to just give in. "Buffy, don't you understand I can't do anything! Look at me I'm only half full of blood, won't last barely a round let alone two. I'm sure there are plenty of better lovers out there than me. I will useless." Hoping that that the sex crazed slayer might see his logic and let him be. Thankfully it seemed the slayer agreed with him after staring at him she grinded her teeth in frustration slamming her fists down on the floor either side of his head causing him to wince. She moved off him and went over to her clothes hastily putting them on minus her underwear.
"Buffy!" Xander sitting up holding his neck which was still bleeding slowly. "It's a spell, okay?! You are under the effects of a spell! It's affecting your judgement! It's not you!" He cried out to her trying in vain to make her see sense again.
Buffy barely paid him no mind. "I'm feeling great Xander! no spells involved! Just finally having some fun in my life! But surprise, surprise you don't agree with it!" She replied with sarcasm. Inside she was finally feeling euphoric. Weeks of stress and guilt of making amends to her mother and friends after running away, not telling anyone about Angel's return, the lies, and the drama of everyone learning about the vampire's return had all been removed. Instead, lust jolted through her like lightning. There was nothing else to think about but how much she needed to be with someone. Never before had Buffy felt so sexually confident. Or horny for that matter. She felt like she was made for sex. So naturally the self-righteous and short sighted Xander wanted to ruin it. "I'm enjoying myself for the first time in months so why do I want to stop now?" And with that comment she was out the door keen to have some fun.
Xander was torn from wanting to make sure she was already, but he knew he simply had to get back to the high school with the supplies he had gathered for Willow. He struggled to get up and over to the bag of spell ingredients picking it up and started move towards the front door. Keen to end this whole evening.
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Principal Snyder generally hated his job, school was filled with delinquents who were just killing time before they ended up in jail or dead-end unfulfilling jobs which left them as bored and frustrated as he was. However, it sometimes had its compensations like right now being one with this Faith girl moaning in his arms. She might be a troublemaker and probably at least a minor obstacle to the Mayor's plan, but she was fuckable and he was certainly enjoying that aspect of her. Moving his hands down, Snyder gripped the edge of the desk, sitting in his principal's chair tense in excitement as Faith's slid her lips down his cock.
"Ah yes!" He gasped as the brunette's tongue slipped out to slither down his cock. "You've had a good education in something I will grant you," he commented between his teeth. He didn't know whose cock she'd sucked, boyfriends, stepfather's, casual guys on the rebound, but she was good. Her mouth moved down, slowly at first, then speeding up, her tongue slipping down the underside of his member adding an extra frisson. She was sucking him in harder, her head bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with each thrust.
Faith leaned up releasing his cock with a loud pop. "Told you I had plenty of street smarts!" she joked stroking his cock with one hand while sliding another between her legs. She was giving a blow job to Principal Synder after fucking him many times. That thought alone should disgust her and make her sick. It should repulse her. But Faith was hopelessly and utterly turned on. She casually remarked that slaying would get her hungry and horny, but she had never felt anything like this. This need. Hunger. Never expected it to come up so quickly and absolutely and for this man. Her entire body was thrumming, sending out sharp spikes of tingly, borderline painful, sensations that were colliding between her legs. She lean down again taking his cock in her mouth.
Synder panted looking down he could see her rubbing at her pussy as she sucked him, obviously turned on by the cock-sucking. The dark slayer made sure Snyder's dick got the oral attention it needed, her lips and tongue covering and embracing it, licking, and sucking, leaving it soaked with saliva and his eyes rolling in his head. "Damn," he moaned under his breath before he gasped for more breath cumming in her mouth. Faith kept a grip on his legs as she felt the older man thrust up in her mouth spurts of liquid being let out by his cock. The principal sank back on his chair eyes closed trying to regain his heart rhythm from inside his chest. He felt Faith move back up his body and kiss him. He opened his mouth only to find her spit his cum inside him. He recoiled and struggled but she held his mouth closed with a firm grip and some strangely powerful strength to the point where he had no choice but to swallow. "Little bitch!" he swore glaring at her rubbing his lips and spitting out some cum.
The dark slayer smirked at him. "And proud of it," she replied all sultry appeal and bad edge. In these school halls all students knew that it is not a winning or worthy quality to 'go toe-to-toe with Snyder.' They all knew the man considered it insubordination. Faith however didn't care.
"If you were one of my students, I would have you expelled!" he said emphasizing the last word with a hard smack on her ass. Unable to help herself Faith let out a moan in pleasure. Sensing a weakness and seeing an opportunity Synder's angry expression turned to one of a leer. "Bend over my desk," he instructed to her. Ever horny and always up for new things the girl did just that bending over the desk thrusting her ass out for his enjoyment.
Being a slayer meant doing a lot of high kicks and running so she knew she had a good butt. Synder's hungry expression also served to illustrate that fact. "Like the view," Faith asked coolly after glancing over her shoulder to see the principal staring at her ass once more.
Snyder didn't answer right away; instead, he used the chance to run his hands over the smooth, rounded surface of her perfect ass. Despite her petite frame, the booty she possessed was quite well developed, thick and round. No wonder she wore leather pants he considered before quickly opening his drawers looking for a particular object. Once found he brought his favourite ruler into view. Faith actually rubbed her legs together biting her lip.
SMACK! Synder brought the wooden ruler down hard on her ass and Faith cry out in pleasure. She barely had time to react before he did it again.
SMACK! "Oh fuck," Faith uttered bucking in pleasure.
"Language," the authoritarian disciplined bringing up his hand again.
SMACK! Again and again, he whacked Faith's ass with the wooden object her to wail, moan and buck in the throes of pleasure. She rocked back and forth with an eager enthusiasm as Synder brought the ruler down with brutal passion against her bare ass. Pretty soon her ass cheeks were red and burning and the girl was biting her lip so hard it was bleeding. Faith had never been the submissive type so unable to help herself she spun around and pushed herself into the man's arms kissing and sucking at his mouth running a hand over his bald head finding that even turned her on. The couple fell back down on the floor with Faith impaling herself on his stiff cock. His hands glided over her body as she ground her pussy on his cock.
The ruler the source of so much pleasure now lost in the mess that was his office. Forgotten as the pair tried to merge into one being grinding against each other.
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Cordelia posed all seductive and beautiful arching an eyebrow for the camera and Oz clicked.
SNAP! The light flashed and the polaroid picture came out of the camera. "Ohh let me see that one!" she squealed all girlish and hyper. He flapped it in his hand until the picture came out and she nodded in triumph. "I look hot! I would bang me!" she declared in no false modesty. Oz didn't say it out loud, but he agreed with her verdict. It was Devon's polaroid camera bought by the lead singer in the hopes that some groupie would take some cool pictures of the band (mainly him) while they performed. Oz had forgotten it was even in here until he and Cordy had found it earlier. They had now particularly used up the film and several more taking all sorts of pictures of them the two of them.
"Another one of the two of us!" she asked him, and he complied letting her snuggle up to him bare skin against bare skin and clicked the two of them in embrace. The pair enjoyed feel of each other's warmth and skin. Oz was usually mature and responsible when it came to sex while Cordelia was certainly not about to give sexual favours to just random jock tonight had seen them cut loose and enjoy themselves in a whole range of positions and experiences. She had once told Buffy that when it came to dating, she was the slayer. And she had proven it as Oz was one satisfied werewolf which was a wonder as he was Oz someone who never seemed too bothered by her presence. Which in the past had been in many ways was kinda frustrating because she was used to getting a reaction from guys. Not always the one she wanted – like with Angel, for example – but she always got something. But Oz had just treated her like he would one of the guys in his band or somebody else he was friendly with. Not like someone he found powerfully attractive. Which hadn't bothered her before, because she'd never particularly wanted or needed him to find her powerfully attractive before. But now… and this was weird: suddenly she did. What was that all about?
Who cares? Was the answer. Tonight, had proven that Oz definitely found her attractive.
"So would you write a song about me?" she muttered as she leaned into him purring at his touch while he caressed her arms and shoulders.
"For you a whole album," he replied enjoying her scent. She half expected more, before she reminded herself that it's Oz. She pulled him down into a steamy kiss. He felt her tongue run across his lips, the werewolf obliged her and felt her tongue enter his mouth sliding across his tongue and tasting the warm flesh of his mouth. Oz returned her kiss eagerly, tasting the inside of her mouth and battling her tongue with his. If he had to describe her, he'd say she's as much of an experience as she is a person. Anyone at school had seen her sweep in like a hurricane to decimate holy hell when someone had spread a rumour about her or committed some other infraction. Especially now in this moment Cordelia, a force of nature to be reckoned with.
His hands ran over her curves, and she arched to his touch. He briefly considered it was a miracle that they were still at it, but little did he know that part of the lust spell it suppressed appetite, reason, insomnia and will power. Cordelia and Oz were like the rest of the town totally slaves to their desires and needs unable to stop for barely a moment before starting again. Leaning back on the polaroids that littered the floor the pair couldn't get enough of each other attacking each other with lips, hands, and tongues like they were starving, and the other was a thick, juicy porterhouse steak. Neither was grabby and rough nor tentative and meek. Instead, they were passionate, smooth, and perfect for each other.
He rubbed his cock over her slit, slick and wet, before easing inside her again, this time going slowly, rocking his way to filling her completely. Apparently too slowly for Cordy who turned them over with him on the floor and pushed him inside her slick, throbbing walls until he was balls deep, both of them grunting and growling. "Oh Cordelia," he uttered, running his fingers along the underside of her breast. "I lead … you follow."
Mmmm, she liked the sound of that as she began to rock up and down on top of him. One hand came up to pinch her nipples while he let the other drop between her legs to massage her clit. The wetness allowed his fingers to slid over the swelling easily and she was moaning again, long, and desperate. She ran her fingers in her hair eyes closed as she fucked him wildly bringing her hands flat on his chest. This man was not to forget about tonight in a hurry which suited her just fine. If Cordelia Chase was going invited, you to a night of passion you were going to be branded for life.
"Oz!" she gasped and then her orgasm hit, so sharply that she tensed suddenly and screamed out and then went limp in his arms as he shot high inside her, jerking his narrow hips while her cunt milked him of his seed. Panting, they collapsed onto against each other and on the floor of the van, tangled and damp. The short man rolled to the side, bringing the taller girl to spoon with him and brushed her hair from her face, his fingers stroking the locks soothingly while she calmed. Cordelia relaxed in his embrace, feeling safer than she ever remembered feeling.
Then she wanted more just as he needed more.
They always seemed to want more.
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Buffy slaughtered into her destination the Bronze and was quite pleasantly surprised by what she saw. How often had she been here since coming to this God-Forsaken Town? It was always the same: the same music, the same overpriced snacks and drinks, the same couples dancing in the same skin, the same pairs on early dates dancing a little further apart. The same posers, the same prisses, and the same punks all accounted for. Normally she wouldn't complain as routine or normality even if it's the Bronze was welcome but every once in a while, she craved the varied offering that a night in LA had to offered.
Tonight, however thanks to Willow's spell and the time that had passed was had made the Bronze very different. Indeed, the club was baring witness to its first full on orgy. Moans, groans, and cries of pleasure were heard from all over, unlikely couples participated in sex of all forms and everywhere from the dancefloor, the pool tables to even on the stage. It was out of control with nakedness seemingly encouraged by the looks of it. Buffy knew that she had come to right place as she walked with hips swaying from side to side, and with the exaggeration and purpose that shows she knows what she's flaunting. She moved along the club eyeing up men and the other students engaging in sex with an expression of delight biting her lip in hunger. Wait was that her recent ex-boyfriend Scott Hope with Larry Blaisdell?! Deciding to join the party she kicked off her shoes as she walked, tossing away her top letting it fly anywhere and finally her trousers. Naked and horny as pretty much everyone else in the club she ran her hand down her front caressing her hard nipples she all but growled as she broke apart a couple and grabbed the man pulling him into a deep hard kiss which he returned.
"Hey what the hell?!" Screeched Amy Madison at seeing the man she had sex with several times this evening be taken away from her. It was enough for Buffy to pull back and see who had been making out with. It was Devon, lead singer in Oz's band, not bad looking, actually quite of a hunk and hopefully a better lover than singer.
"Back off I need this!" Buffy hissed at the other girl. She had been denied for too long her cilt was throbbing and the rest of her body crying out for attention. The time it had taken her to come from the Magic Shop to the Bronze had felt like an eternity. She had even been forced to take matters into her own hands so to speak at times. Now she very much wanted to have sex with someone.
"Hey, it's okay ladies there is plenty for all my groupies," Devon announced pretty smugly. Tonight, had been the greatest of his life. In this moment he felt like Mick Jagger, Rod Stewart and Liam Gallagher all rolled into one. Girls had been coming onto him all night before he had ended up with Amy. He had read about the great lead singers having some experiences but that was when they made it. He was still attending high school and had yet been signed by a record label.
Oh, that's right the guy had an ego Buffy thought to herself recalling the times she had ran into Devon. Her best friend was dating his best friend so they had hung out a few times. Didn't Cordelia once described as him as 'Mr. I'm-the-lead-singer-I'm-so-great-I-don't-have-to-show-up-for-my-date-or-even-call' who cares Buffy would soon remind him he wasn't king of the universe. Smiling sweetly at him she grabbed his wrist and twisted it sightly and sharply. It took barely any enough on her part, but he still cried out in pain before it gave way to a little pleasure as he looked at her in awe and little yearning. He and Buffy soon returned to some feverish kisses as they groped each other.
For Amy the witch this would not do. She was horny and she was being denied. She began to wave her hands before her as she moved to cast a spell. Her eyes turned pitch-black, and energy seemed to come out of the air to swirl around her as she speaks. "Goddess Hecate, to you I pray, with this…" she started chanting.
Recognising the chant and knowing from experience what was about to happen Buffy pushed Devon away. "Enough of the Hecate!" she muttered before leaned in to give the witch a long, fiery kiss. Amy quickly forgot about changing Buffy into a rat and kissed the slayer back. Their tongues duelled deftly, and two sets of feminine hands explored two sets of feminine curves. Amy's hand groped Buffy's small breasts while Buffy's grasped Amy's ass, pulling her in close. Devon just stared on in fascination. Withdrawing her lips from Amy's letting some saliva slip between them Buffy grinned as she felt Amy rubbed her hard nipples against Buffy's. Turning to face an amazed Devon she beckoned the teens with her finger. She moved over to a nearby pool table and with Slayer strength pushed the couple who were occupying it off onto the floor, they were so far into each they didn't even notice. Amy hopped on the pool table making sure there was plenty of space for Buffy who got on as well moving on all fours seductively toward the attractive girl who merely lean towards her. They returned to their sinful kissing as Devon unable to stop staring at Buffy's perfect ass presented to the wall joined them on the pool table. Buffy moved from Amy pushing the lead singer on his back then gripping his hard cock. He looked up at her as she moved forward and then lowered herself on him taking him in deep in one single motion.
"Oh yes!" he gasped out loud before letting out a cry of pain as Buffy flexed her inside slayer muscles and gave him a short sharp squeeze. He gripped her hips as she started to move on top of him closing his eyes shut at how tight she felt. She began to ride him slowly, rising and falling along the length of his shaft. It felt good. It was just what she needed.
Amy watched as the pair of classmates fucked in front of her and crawled over to the pair giving Devon a playful kiss before she turned to Buffy. The blonde girl looked like she was in complete control as she rode Devon and it was irresistible to watch. Moving forward Amy kissed the other girl starting with her mouth, but moving to her cheeks, ears, and neck. Each kiss sent a shiver down Buffy's spine and she ached to be touched by Amy and feel warm flesh against her. Arching back a little, Buffy just let go, enjoying the sensations her breath rasped in her throat and her heart hammered as Amy played with her body while she felt Devon's cock inside her. The other girl kissed her way further down, finally stopping at her erect nipples. Her soft lips circled the aureole, and she sucked as her tongue swirled around the hard nubs. Buffy cried out, her pussy spasming excitedly at the contact causing Devon to gasp. Amy continued to suck, moving from one breast to the other until Buffy couldn't stand it anymore. Grabbing a fist full of the witch's hair she pulled Amy and all but swallowed her tongue while slamming down onto Devon. The leader singer couldn't hold back anymore cumming hard inside Buffy sending her over the edge and she cried out against Amy's mouth as she came.
Breathing heavily, her body flush and feeling Devon slip out of her, sex quickly filled Buffy's mind again. She gave Amy a gentle push back, so she was lying next to Devon. Her fingers separated the girl's smooth legs, and she easily found her clit. She had never made love to a woman but was right now running on instinct and desire alone. Devon couldn't take his eyes off Buffy as she started kissing and sucking at the soft flesh of Amy's inner thighs. She gave him a look and then thrust her ass out as invitation before she buried her head between Amy's legs causing the other girl to whimper. Devon did not need to confirm permission as he moved into position behind Buffy. Now there he couldn't help but admire Buffy's head rock back and forth between Amy's thighs while the other girl moans and Buffy's firm ass presented for him. The vision in the looked like a dream, and yet reality set before him. Already hard he moved close to Buffy's ass and pushed inside her pussy again causing the girl to hum in pleasure. Buffy shoved herself back against the length that was penetrating her while she continued to dine on Amy's pussy with her tongue. Amy herself could feel each movement of Buffy's lips and tongue in excruciating detail and her sex was now begging for more contact. She was gasping and moaning, unable to move and not wanting to.
The three were now really much in the throes of passion just like everyone around them.