"Okay!" Xander grunted after slamming against the door for the nineteenth time. "I would say we can confirmed that Spike locked the door after leaving," he muttered painfully rubbing his shoulder he had used as a battering ram.
"Thanks for clearing that up," Willow snorted feeling like she was a lamb to the slaughter. Any moment now Spike could return and kill them both were they stood. Unless her plan of sending him to Buffy's house had worked and Spike was currently dust but then why hadn't their slayer friend come to recuse them? She was sometimes prone to stake first and ask questions later but Willow had banked on this being one time she wouldn't have done that. Either way the redhead had no clue what was happening which she didn't like occurring in life.
"There must be another way out of here somewhere?" Xander said looking around.
"Like where a trapped door or a transporter pad?" Willow fired at him sarcastically. "Face it Xander we are stuck here unless someone can find us."
"Well, that maybe that might suit you being a little cupcake on display behind some glass in a pastry shop, but I don't plan on that for me!" Xander fired back at her. He was not about to give up hope on getting here no matter how impossible it seemed. He slammed his body against the door again, but it stubbornly reminded locked. The sound of his body slamming into the door caused the anger in him to rise. He was tempted to punch the door, but his common sense told him otherwise. He would just damage his hand doing it. He had to concentrate on something else. It was futile to try and break this door down. Even if he did, he would have Spike the legendary vampire on him in a second. He grunted in frustration and stomped his foot hard. Next to him the charred stairs finally gave way beneath his feet and he and Willow clutched each other as they saw the stairs collapse next to them.
"Well looks like you made a big hole," Willow remarked looking down at the pile of old concrete, wood, and metal below. Xander ignored her and peered down looking around it.
"Look there's a hole here," he said pointing to a small gap. Decision made and ignoring his pain he started to lower his himself down.
"Xander be careful!" Willow told him worried for his safety. She could imagine him falling down and onto a long piece of rusty iron rebar, but the teenager carried on working his way down until he stood in the hole. He grunted pushing some burnt rotting wood out of the way making the gap bigger. He poked his head and came back out with a grin.
"That is our escape route!" He offered her. "I'm going to see if I can fit thought here, hold up there." Xander grunted again as he tried to work his way inside the gap. It was tight and he was probably too big for it, but he was determined to fit pass into it.
"Where else am I going to go?" Willow remarked watching him from now a tiny platform in front of the door and now the gaping hole that Xander was in. She watched as his body and finally feet disappear into the hole. She waited unsure of where he ended up, but the answer was clear when the door opened in front of her and Xander gave her one of her lopsided grins.
"I present to you freedom," he said proudly, and she eagerly accepted it quickly dashing out of her prison. The pair made their way carefully out of the warehouse looking around just in case Spike was to show up. "Where do we go first?" he asked her.
Willow chewed her lip slightly thinking it over. "I sent Spike to Buffy's house hoping she might be there to kill him."
"But if she isn't then it might just be Buffy's mother there," Xander replied.
"Oh god," Willow felt cold inside as she considered what Spike might be doing with Buffy's mother right now. Torture, blood, and detached limbs entered her mind and flash right before her eyes. "We have to go there!" Xander nodded and the pair set off in that direction fearful of what might have happened to Buffy's mother or what might be occurring.
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Back at Buffy's house her mother and Angel were sitting at opposite sides of the living room. With not much to say to each other. What was there to say? She had recently learned that he was in fact a vampire, in love with her daughter, turned evil, attempted to kill her daughter and was sent to hell… only to return and from the looks she had seen was clearly still in love with her daughter. What does one say to start a conversation? Joyce considered but none the less she was fed up with the silence. "I didn't realise that you were back in town," she stated breaking the silence between the two of them.
"It wasn't planned it just happened," Angel replied ever cryptic and mysterious. He did not want to go back to that place he had escaped from. Time made it easier to forget what he had left behind in Sunnydale, so much time that he had lost track of the days and years and decades that passed. Until all that remained within him was the struggle to survive. Then with no hint, explanation, or reason he was released from his eternal torture. Since his return from Acathla's hell dimension, his darker instincts remained close to the surface. So, to have to remain here babysitting Buffy's mother while Buffy was out there with Spike left him on edge and eager for some action.
"And Buffy found you," Joyce said, and Angel took the tone of her question to be more of an accusation. Joyce clearly wasn't happy about the pair of them interacting. No wonder in her eyes Buffy was still a child and Angel was old enough to be an ancestor. Seeing Buffy and now her mother brought all the old memories of Sunnydale back full force. That brief, golden period of innocence when he'd believed that he could be almost human, could have friends… could love but alas it was a fantasy.
"That she did," he replied carefully.
"I hope you are not thinking of picking up where you left off," Joyce warned him and for flash she saw a scowl appear on his brooding face. Was that the face he made when he was facing an enemy, she could almost image him on a battlefield standing up to evil. Being strong and noble.
"I wouldn't do that to her," he said firmly. He knew what terror and darkness lay within him and would not unleash that on this world again no matter the choice or the price that came with it. This was his curse and quite rightly, so he acknowledged to himself grimly. The pain and destruction that he had caused as Angelus were his responsibility to deal with and his alone. No matter how it felt to have Buffy in his arms, crying out his name, cumming just for him. He closed his eyes to focus. Why were such images tormenting him now?
He looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders from where she was sat. Despite the seriousness he carried himself it was a rather dashing look for him. Strange thing to think about she mused to herself. She'd never paid much attention to his looks in their brief encounters. That is, she has noticed that he was good-looking, but surely, she should be too busy being pissed off at him for various reasons like: his sleeping with her underage daughter; and being an undead monster; and trying to murder her daughter? Instead, she couldn't help but notice his flawless skin and dark, tousled hair. What has happening to her? Maybe she had gone crazy or maybe Spike had simply nudged something loose inside her, but she couldn't help but feel… horny. There was something she hadn't had to deal with in forever as there hadn't been much in the way of interest. Ted, her first real effort at finding a replacement for Hank, had been a disaster. Joyce hadn't much wanted any of the men who came around afterwards, even the ones she was able to verify were entirely human. They were all too Hank-like, and she had cut the relationships short before anything had come of them. One 18-year long mistake was enough for a lifetime.
Glancing again at Angel's direction she decided that if that deliciously muscular frame weren't on full display beneath the long brown coat he wore, those killer eyes would have just about killed her. Gentle eyes that seemed as kind as they were passionate. Shaking her head trying to remain focus but it was a struggle. Maybe it was her little interlude week or so with Rupert Giles on top of that police car well, two interludes had aroused all the feelings she had been trying to repress but right now they were out of control.
Angel looked anywhere but her as he was acutely aware of the lingering scent of her arousal. His vampire senses were as distracting to him now as they were serving a temptation. He wanted to question her in the insanity of what he saw earlier between Spike and herself, but such questions almost felt like poison on his lips. Someone like Spike would not appreciate such a beauty like Joyce. Sparing himself a glance and looking longer than necessary, he excused it as admiring beauty the way any artist would. She was classical beauty not as innocence or modern looking as her daughter but a throwback to different time. He recalled sketching her as Angelus, admiring the lines on her face, her long lashes and how peaceful she looked in her sleep. Right now, she looked poised and elegant… he wondered briefly what she look like in the throes of passion.
He turned away cursing himself. More meditation and will power will be required to keep his bloodlust and libido in check. It must be the sea of humanity surrounding him again forcing his old lusts and instincts to rise up right now. He wondered what she would do if he advanced to her and took her in his arms. Would she laugh, or scream, or welcome him in? Where was this coming from? She caught his gaze and he looked away guilty.
She couldn't help but wished he stared longer. She was suddenly conscious of her shame at the imperfections she perceived in her forty-something body she saw in the mirror in the morning. She knew that her fashion she was wearing involving a long, much-washed jumper and a royal blue long skirt were hardly helping. Naturally a man such as Angel would not look at her in such a way of desire. Hank had gone in search of younger women to forget his own aging, and that betrayal had marred Joyce's self-image for years.
"You shouldn't think that about yourself," Angel's voice spoke up and she turned to look at him. "You should not think that way about yourself. You are beautiful, elegant, and refined." He told her as if he was reading her mind.
"Thank you," she replied simply holding his gaze and he felt unable to look away. The pair seemed to stare at each other drinking the other person in. Here were two lonely souls, harden and scarred by events that had taken place in their lifetime. Angel fought to tear his eyes away, to make some excuse and leave but her scent, her body, her blood were so overpowering. He shakes his head trying to get rid of the cobwebs and turns to see Joyce swaying sexily toward him, openly flirting with him. She can't help herself but move towards him like a moth to a flame. She reaches out, and he descends. She flinches at the chill of his lips on hers, the slightly odd flavour of his mouth, but the feel of his arms around her, of being held is just right, and she moves into the kiss, opens her mouth, and kisses him long and deep.
It's been a long time since he'd had this, he thinks, kissing her, holding her. Desperate clinging, mouth on mouth, tongues intertwined as if trying somehow to merge, to understand each other. She broke away from him gasping for air. "We shouldn't," she said weakly, thinking of Buffy. But she made no attempt to stop him as he pulled her back towards him his mind was obviously not on Buffy. Unable to control himself he was swept up in the act with a burst of unnatural speed and strength he lifts her up as if kissing her was the only thing on his mind.
Buffy's presence in their lives was forgotten as he gently laid her down on her brown rug directly in front of the fireplace. So great was his need to be one with her that her bedroom upstairs was simply too far away. Angel towered over her, his snarling creating a need within in her, his needy eyes ravenous for her as he shed his jacket and shirt, then the rest of his clothing. Not once did he tear his gaze from her, his cock rigid thick with blood, aching before her.
Panting in the wake of his undeniable craving, Joyce felt helpless and wet instantly, the sheer recklessness wafting off of him as if smoke pillowing in the air. Her toes curled as his hunger made her feel small and feminine. She had caused this and very much wanted to be involved in this as she tossed off her jumper. Her long skirt was next then her underwear. He lowers his head hungrily to hers again and moves down alongside her on the floor. Ice cream kisses down her neck, trailing down her chest. He cups her breasts in his huge, gentle hands and kisses them so delicately, playing his tongue around the aureole, takes each nipples into his mouth and suckling gently till they're hard and hot. She whimpers, it feels so good. His size, his strength, his skill roll over her, unstoppable. His cool hands setting her on fire as they move over her body, covering every inch of her, reaching between her legs, and finding her clit with uncanny ease.
He gasps as she reaches between them and takes hold of his cock, rock hard, and cool against her belly, she grips it firmly, it feels silken and huge in her hand. She moves her hand up and down, slides it to the tip, grinning wickedly at his groan when she moves it back and forth across the sensitive head. He can't wait any longer. She sighs and smiles up at him as he carefully moves her legs apart. He puts the tip of himself inside her and the feeling of her warm folds almost undoes him. He feels the demon rising, his eyes going yellow. Feels the desire to grind her into the carpet, make her scream in agony, but he will be the master here and he forces the demon down as he grasps her hips, and sinks into her, slowly, wanting to feel every detail of her lips, her tight, slickened channel. Joyce cried out as he filled her whole arching her back off the floor towards him. 'God, he feels so good' her mind screamed at her. She widened her legs apart as he began to thrust hard into her running her hands down his hard, firm back keen to keep him there.
The feel of her flesh closing around him warm and slick and ready, is almost too intense. Inside her, he can sense her heartbeat through her slick wall, the entrancing beat pounding into his cock and invading his brain. Blood, so close, tempting him. It isn't as soft or as slow as it was with Buffy. This was all more desperate, needy, and lustful but no less enjoyable. Joyce was clawing at his back urging him on as he sucks greedily on the flesh of her neck and shoulder. He felt her hands moved down to caress his clenching buttocks causing him to growl into her neck. He begins to rub her clit and at the same time begins to pump in earnest, faster, and faster, each thrust moving her whole body, his finger keeping up the delicious friction.
She came, saying his name, her walls clenched down on him, and he came in a bright torrent, an explosion of ecstasy. Joyce jerked, as he spilled inside her, like a tiny splash of ice water. She looked up into his face and found him looking at her. Still with lust running in his veins he leans down and smoulders her lips with a kiss which she accepts enjoying the taste of him and weight of his body shielding her from the outside world.
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On the outskirts of Sunnydale Oz and Cordelia were still in Oz's van now parked near the side of a cliff overlooking the sea. They were just close enough to the edge to see ocean waves slamming into the base of the cliff, over and over and over. This was Oz's favourite place in Sunnydale, he'd told Cordelia as he parked the van, especially when he wanted to be alone. He'd spent hours sitting out here after his first moon as the wolf, because sometimes the solitude was all that helped. Not that they were doing much talking or bonding about the stress of living in Sunnydale.
Instead, they were doing much in the way of sex.
Hot, sweaty, naked, uncontrollable sex. Between his speakers, his guitars, some other musical equipment and their clothes Cordelia cried out as Oz probed her pussy with his tongue, her voice and moans blasting through Oz's van like a siren. She was so turned on, sensations in her body flashing like contained explosions, and her voice like the rawest form of music, and for the first time in his life, Oz understood Cordelia Chase's attraction. She was beautiful and powerful and vocal, and everything he wasn't. They were a study in contrasts, explosive, passionate Cordelia and small, pale, silent Oz. She was loud and confident and brash while he was stoic, calm and at ease.
'Oh god!' Cordelia's mind screamed at her. She couldn't be doing this! Not here in some wannabe musician's van! She was Queen C not some groupie! She was meant to have silk sheets, rose petals surrounding the bed, soft music playing, champagne, a hunk with a killer bod and rippling six pack, not some short guitarist who barely uttered a word. Then again, she was feeling like she was Jenna Jameson of Sunnydale. Lying on her elbows she twisted her nipples with her legs wide open, her mouth open in a perfect 'O' as the short guitarist ate her out. His mouth might lack the ability to say many words, but it seemed to make up for it in technique she decided.
Oz's tongue flicked against her clit again and Cordy's whole body trembled. "Oh yes!" Cordy whined bucking involuntary. "Right there!" He was playing her better than he played guitar. Running his hands softly over her thighs Oz slowly ran his tongue from vagina to her clitoris. He licked and sucked that little nubbin until it was painfully hard. Unable to help herself she ground herself into Oz's welcoming face. The taste of her was delight and had caused him to behave in a far more carnal nature. Hungrily, the guitar player ran his tongue up and down Cordelia's throbbing pussy, eagerly lapping the cream from the folds of her pussy. Cordelia instantly felt her pussy growing even hornier, oozing a heavy flow of fuck oils onto the horny teenager's tongue. He licked and sucked for all she was worth. He teased her outer lips, stabbed her clit with his tongue, and thrust it into her tight channel.
"Oz, oh God! Oz!" Cordelia's body arched, her toned thighs locking behind his neck and pulling him in so his whole world was bounded by the taste and smell of her wide open under his mouth. She cried out filling his van with her screams as she came hard, and Oz was completely in awe of her capacity to feel so much out loud as her sweet juices drenched his face. As the last convulsions faded, she slumped, let her legs slip from his shoulders. "Oh god that was…" she trailed off, with nothing to say for once.
"You're welcome," Oz said leaning back and licking his lips. He did not have much chance to do much more before Cordelia sat up kissing him forcefully wanting to taste herself on his lips.
"So have you a few groupie's in this van?" she asked him against lips while running her hands over his chest enjoying just the feel of his skin.
"No, not found the right one," he admitted. It was one of the great myths of being in a rock band that one would have girls throwing their underwear and themselves on stage. But in reality, he wasn't interested in that kind of fame. Devon naturally as the lead singer was but not Oz. Thoughts like that were halted with Cordelia got on her knees posing slightly for him.
"Well then I shall be your first and last and best you will ever have," she announced huskily as she attacked him again with her lips. She might have been in a hot, cramped, stuffy and squeaky van but to her this was her lovemaking palace. She was overstimulated and oversensitive, yet she still wanted more. With copious amounts of pleasure and adrenaline pumping through her veins all she could do in mindlessly give in to the demands of her body. She wanted his cock in her.
Anywhere and everywhere.
"Mmmm Oz," she muttered against his lips. "Take me like you would as the wolf."
"What?" questioned the werewolf not quite understanding this.
Giving him a naughty grin Cordelia turned away from him sitting up on her knees between the two seats wriggling her ass a little as she bent over. It was a beautiful sight to see the most popular girl at school with her naked ass pointing skyward. He felt honoured as he got the idea and got on his knees behind her. She relaxed her body completely, eagerly anticipating the fullness of him inside her. He rubbed his hard cock against the outer lips of her pussy and she all but purred. He got closer and began to push inside her. "God, oh, God Cordelia, it's so...," Oz groaned when the head of his slick cock slid into the tight passage of her pussy. His fingers dug into her hips, and he resisted the urge to buck forward quickly. He painstakingly pumped back and forth gently until he was fully inside her, until his balls brushed her ass. She clenched around him and groaned at the hot, tight feel of him inside her.
"Don't be shy, baby. Do it to me," she demanded. Oz was happy to oblige. He pulled out and thrust inside her again. She was so damned tight, he felt like his head would explode. He began to pump, hard and fast. Her inner muscles pulsed and clenched around his cock like a vice. Running his hands over her skin he bit his lower lip and grunted like an animal as he began to fuck her harder and deeper. His fingers bit into her flesh bruising her. The sight of her toned back and round ass in front of him, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and Cordelia's occasional strangled exclamation was mesmerizing.
Their bodies slammed together forcefully, moving like a well-oiled machine. She loved this, a wide smile featured on her face as they fucked each other. The sweet, burning pleasure-pain of it, the sound of his grunts, his feel of his cock sliding against his walls. Never the shy type she was pushing back against him as hard as he pushing against her. She gripped his seats tightly as she felt them crash into each other. Her full breasts jiggled with every movement, her nipples rock hard at the pleasure and sweat covering her body.
It was too much for him as he gave out a hoarse, feral cry emitted from his throat as his body contorted in a paroxysm of pleasure. A sensation close to pain began at the base of his spine and worked its way through him, making him tremble uncontrollably. Out of control, he thrust into her mindlessly, his seed shooting from his cock in seemingly endless currents; he felt like he was dying.
At the same time Cordelia felt the cum welling up deep inside her, making her gooey pussy suck even harder around his cock. She grimaced, her face contorting with raw fuck passion, twisting her head dazedly from side to side on the huge bed. Then she started humping in a frenzy of fuck need, abandoning all control as she feverishly trusted her stuffed, sucking pussy onto the pounding shaft of his prick. Her entire body spasmed and shook, her vaginal muscles desperately milking his cock clenching all around him. The pair both fell to the sides as they over balanced panting as they hit the ground.
Cordelia looked at him panting from her orgasm to him lying on his side trying to get his breath back. His cock was coated in their combined juices. Obeying an impulse, she crawled over and took him in her mouth lapping up the different fluids enjoying the flavours and essences of both of them.
Well, she did always like to do things in cars that she would never tell her daddy about.
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Faith walked quickly down the dark street, intent on getting to the library trying hard to keep her thoughts neutral as she got closer to the school, but it was hard to force yourself not to think. The issue is she is having was that all she could think about was sex. She was getting a little worried now because she just felt... Weird. Off somehow. Like she couldn't concentrate quite right. Sex blazed her mind like never before and embarrassing as it maybe she was going to have to talk to Mr Giles at the library to see if there was a reason for this. She had been told many a story about Sunnydale from Buffy's friends Willow and Xander who were quick to tell her that anything and everything tended to Hellmouth related. At the very least maybe the librarian could hand over some sleeping tablets that might put a stop to having all this energy crashing inside of her. Giles had always been fairly straight with her plus was kind of hot. She stopped in her tracks as a fantasy of Giles working shirtless in the sun formed in her mind, wiping sweat from his forehead, his skin tan in the sun. God she so far gone she might start humping a fire hydrant at this rate.
She licked her lips as she sped up. Maybe she just hadn't been able to really relieve her sexual tension with any of the guys she met at the bronze. All talk and no trousers. She suspected Giles would be better in the sack, probably start off with the whole Hugh Grant act but then become a real Alan Rickman if pushed. She smiled to herself at that idea whilst opening the door to the high school and wandering down the corridor.
He had spent much of the evening looking over the neatly typed list of names posted on his office wall in strict alphabetical order, pinned down on paper, just the way he prefers them. Here they're manageable, silent, and well-behaved, unlike their owners, prowling the school corridors, rowdy, loud. He liked looking at the names occasionally, running his fingers down the list, imaging who would be the first to slip up and allow him to cross them off his list with his favourite pen. Tonight, he seemed to get particular enjoyment over it, he felt so powerful, so lustful and passionate about the idea of emptying his school of some the dead weight that wandered around the halls and took up space in the classrooms. Until he heard footsteps. He scowled who could be here at this time of night? He went outside the office to see some teenage girl there. He knew the type of girl she was, leather pants, heavy makeup, real troublemaker quality about her. But what was she doing in his school. "Who are you?" He asked her with authority. "And what are you doing in my school?"
"Hey there Principal Snyder," Faith replied eyeing the name badge he wore while putting on a lost little girl act. "I'm sorry I just forgot my books for chemistry class and came by to pick them up. I promise to be quick and out of your hair in no time." She even batted her eyelashes to stay in his good graces before she started walking again.
"Oh no you don't Missy," Synder sneered stepping in front of her. "I know every single student who roams these walls by name and grade," he told her confident feeling like he was in control of the situation. "And while I've seen you around," the principal commented eyeing her with suspicion. "But you don't go to school here."
"Okay fine you got me! I'm a wander not a studier," Faith shrugged casually. "Prefer life experience than sitting in a classroom. The streets teach me everything I need to know." The principal's look of disgust told her he didn't agree with her lifestyle choice. "Listen I'm just going to meet up with my pal Buffy and then I saw be gone from your precious school." Faith said without a care in world. She had faced down vampires and demons, so some job up little napoleon was nothing to her.
"Summers," Synder growled at the mention of her name. There was one name he would love to cross off his list. His antagonism towards Buffy Summers had begun because of her history of violence and involvement in strange occurrences but recently thanks to being allowed back into school courtesy of the mayor had caused Synder to very much wished the ground would just swallow her up. To the authoritarian principal of Sunnydale High School, she was a delinquent and had openly expressed an interest in having her not only expelled but also locked in jail. It was no wonder that this tattooed stray was hanging around here thinking it was an open highway one could come and go as one pleased if Summers was involved. "Yes, well the day I follow that girl's orders will be the day I die," the principal remarked before grabbing Faith's arm. "You are coming with me Missy!"
"Hey! Get your hands off of me!" Faith yelled at him as he pushed her down the hall in the order direction. She knew she could break his arm with maybe a finger but didn't want or need the police involved and this guy looked like he had the cops on speed dial.
"I am not having trespassing occurring on my campus little Missy!" Synder barked. "Not now or ever!" he opened the door to his office and pushed the annoyed Faith in before slamming the door shut. "I am going to hand you over to the police."
"Chill would you! Check in with the librarian Giles and he will straighten all this up!" Faith replied frustrated about the whole thing.
"The librarian? Mr Giles?!" At the mere mention of that man's name only served to enraged the principal further. It took very little to unsettle him or make him squirm but not having control of a situation was one thing that never failed to get him riled up. He still remembered the Englishman's threats demanding he reinstate Buffy Summers into the school ringing in his ears right here in this very office. "It goes from bad to worse for you little girl!" He growled at the brunette before him picking up the phone.
Faith was in disbelief. Clearly all the stories she had heard about this guy from Buffy and the others were true. He clearly was on a power trip every minute of the day. "Chill, would you? What's your problem what have I ever done to you? Get mud on your floors or something?" She said squaring up to him.
Synder slammed the phone down not even dialling and stood right in front of her. His rule when dealing with troublesome students was not to let them get in more than a word or two. "Your my problem little girl!" He snarled at her. "Another delinquent, a waste of time and space with a complete disregard for the rules turning and hanging around hoping someone will one day pay her a little attention. Well not in this high school. Not while I'm in charge."
Faith there toe to toe with the little troll. "What's the matter principal?" her voice dripped with sarcasm at the word. "I remind you of someone who turned you down for a date all those years ago?"
He looked shocked. Usually students would be crying, begging him, promising the world in effort to get out of punishment but this little hothead was squaring up to him. "I wouldn't go near such trash like you not now or ever!"
Faith licked her lips and leaned in coming inches to his face. "Don't bet on it!" she said all attitude and flirt.
It was hard to tell who leaned forward first, it may have even been together, their faces coming together like they were magnetised all that was clear was that now Faith the vampire slayer was making out with Principal Snyder. Her lips pressed hard against his, and she moaned against him. There was no softness just fierce passion, and they nearly crushed together. Their breathing was hard and ragged. Then their eyes went wide, and they both pulled back. Synder felt his lips in shock, and Faith wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she demanded.
"Me? You kissed me!" he retorted.
"I didn't kiss you, you fucking nutjob! You kissed me!"
"No way," the principal insisted trying to make sense of it all. "I didn't initiate any kissing. You...You're the one that's all...You know!"
"All what?" Faith demanded
"All flirty!"
She snorted. "Please." She then looked at him. "You are so out of a job!" she declared smugly and made a move to leave the room.
"Now wait right there!" he said in panic. "I am sure we can arrange something! I am good friends with the Mayor you know!" he said in haste as he made a move to follow her panicked at how this might look if word got out. He grabbed her arm and for whatever reason the two of them were now back in each other's arms making out again. She heard a moan escape her mouth. When they pulled away this time, neither of them stepped back. Their faces remained in close proximity. "Little tramp!" he sneered at her eyeing her. "In need of some good discipline."
Faith's hormones were in overdrive from the argument and just in general were demanding release. She looked at him with hungry expression. Why the hell not!? "Give me your best shot Principal Synder," she huskily dared him. He moved and kissed her hard with lust as their tongues duelled for control. His hands shot to her ass squeezing as they made out heavily. The pair bumped and crashed into different objects and parts of the office before they found his desk in the middle of the room. Faith hopped on top it knocking over all the papers on top. Such an act would have normally had Synder furious but thanks to the lust spell he was too horny to notice. It was probably because Faith had whipped off her top tossing it away somewhere she didn't care. Synder's eyes lit up like it was Christmas, but Faith grabbed his tie and pulled him forcefully pulled him toward her. The pair kissed and groped each other while stripping the other of clothes. Faith tore his boxers off and stared at his rigid cock, sticking straight out at her, and throbbing near painfully. The eager principal pushed him forward and she moved her legs apart for him. The older man thrust into her without warning, pleasantly surprising the vampire slayer as she moaned with pleasure at the feel of his cock inside her.
She leant her head back, exposing her neck as Synder licked and sucked on her flesh lustily, thrusting into her tight pussy. He grunted with lust and need as he continued slamming his cock into the groaning brunette vampire slayer. She groaned in half need and half frustration finding the man's thrusts were not hitting the spot she craved. With a loud growl she pushed with some added slayer strength backwards onto his chair. The man had barely time to react as the young girl launched herself onto him impaling herself on his cock far deeper than he had been causing them both to moan in pleasure. She started to ride him, rising up and slamming hard down on his cock. He felt her rock-hard nipples pressing into his chest as he ran his hands down to caress her firm buttocks. On instinct he gave them a hard slap causing Faith to cry out in surprise and pleasure. "Ohh do that again," she whispered to him hotly. Synder growled a little and gave the young girl's ass and even harder slap and another for good measure. She bucked unable to help herself before leaning down and mauling the older man's mouth with her tongue.
The pair continued to fuck each other as the lust they felt overcame any common sense and restraint they had. All they felt was a desire to achieve sexual gratification like all of the rest of Sunnydale.
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Spike's back thudded into and through a back door leading into a store closely followed by Buffy who had just shoved him into it. He landed painfully on the ground looking quite a state with his jeans still down around his ankles before being hauled onto his feet by the slayer who threw him into a large wooden box. He landed with a hard thud and didn't have time to react until he felt the delicious weight of her body pressing down on him. He felt her straighten up and saw her throw her head back as she began to move on his dick again. His jaw dropped open at the sight of Buffy panting and groaning as she rode him, a look of pure almost animalistic ecstasy on her face. It would seem the show wasn't over just yet. Buffy ground herself on his cock, rotating her hips and gasping out her pleasure. He wanted to grab her hips and pound her up and down on his shaft, but he just couldn't hang on to a thought long enough to translate it into movement. Her gaze locked on his for perhaps three or four seconds and he lost himself completely in her eyes. Back went her head again as she seemingly simultaneously gasped and groaned, clenching her pussy on his cock. Spike let out an enormous groan himself as he just about managed to process the feeling of his cock engulfed in her heat.
The groan seemed to remind her that he was there, and she leaned forward now, their eyes locking onto each other again. Bracing her hands on either side of his head she continued moving herself on his hardness. Rotating her hips as she moved up and down his length. Spike's astonishment began to wane as she stared deep into his eyes all the while fucking herself on him. He had been doing none of the work up until now. Her intense gaze was like a challenge. The challenge he saw in Buffy's eyes caused a flare of anger and lust in him.
He reached down to her hips and grabbed them with bruising force, stilling the rotating movement, and lifting her up and down his dick. Apparently, he hadn't misread her eyes. This was a fight to her. Spike came to the realization as, sitting up again she pried his hands from her and pinned his arms to the box at either side of him. "This what you wanted isn't it Spike?" She panted almost exactly echoing what he'd imagined she was thinking. "Bet you always wanted to bang a slayer! Not enough… God yes!... just to kill us!" She groaned before trapping his arms beneath her knees and leaning back down over him. She slammed her lips down onto his, kissing him with brutal force. Spike fought back the only way he could kissing her back ferociously. He bit at her lips with blunt teeth as she did the same to him all the while humping him like there was no tomorrow.
Their kiss/fight continued neither willing to give up before the other. Spike went into game face and used a fang to make the tiniest of cuts in her tongue as it was snaking back out of his mouth. Slipping back into human visage he used her momentary shock at the slight pain to free his hands and flip them over causing them to fall off the box onto the floor with him landing on top. Buffy quickly realized what had happened and pushed at his shoulders even as she thrust her hips up against him. "I said we're doing it my way Spike," she grunted. It took Spike just a second to capture her wrists and pin them by her head.
"Not bloody likely pet," he smirked down at her as he increased his tempo.
"Bastard!" Buffy shouted struggling to free her hands but getting nowhere, his weight pinning her effectively.
"Bitch," Spike shot back. Even his vampire face was showing his amusement at her struggles.
"Freak!" she cried out sounding every bit a little high school girl.
"Oh yeah Buffy," he grinned as he pounded into her. "Keep saying those luscious words, you're turning me on." Well, that was certainly the truth. The idea of shagging a slayer rather than killing them was absurd but then again Spike always liked to live experiencing every taste the world had to offer. He suddenly stopped pounding with his dick all the way in her and ground his hips in a circular motion brushing her clit as he moved. She gasped as Spike did it again and lowered his mouth to hers. "Kiss me," he demanded in full vampire face, his lips inches from her own, still grazing her clit as he circled his hips.
Unable to help herself smiling sultry Buffy did just that leaning up to meet his lips. Moaning against him she opened her legs up more her muscles straining as he resumed his pounding into her. The energy she felt was overpowering. She couldn't fight herself from being anywhere but in his arms, in this moment. Their tongues duelled against his fangs and scraping against the walls of his mouth before Spike buried his face into her neck sucking on the wound, he had made earlier enjoying the little left-over blood.
Buffy groaned helplessly under him as his free hand moved down and found its way to her ass gripping her cheek hard as he pounded her to breaking point. The verbal sparring was over for the time being as they both rushed towards their inevitable peaks. The pair bumped and banged into each other not gentle at all but neither was complaining nor asking the other to slow down. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as she screamed her orgasm, legs flailing wildly and pussy clenching and unclenching on Spike's cock. A particularly hard clench sent Spike rocketing into orgasm. His hips jerked as he shot his load right up into her. Shouting "Ohh… uh… fucking hell…yes… yes!" he threw his head back and as his final spurts shot out of him his body began to relax. Buffy immediately seized the opportunity to free one of her hands. He'd barely finished coming when her fist connected with the side of his face.
To her consternation, her own orgasm seemed to have taken some of her strength. She'd been anticipating knocking Spike halfway across the room. But instead, he just landed next to her. He expected to get stake for what he had just done. Stake by the bluntest wooden stake she had in her possession. He saw her get to her feet shakily but standing. Rolling away from her did so getting up to his feet a few feet away from her wondering what her next move might be. She was again full of surprises as she stripped off her clothing seemingly keen to continue. Spike couldn't help but admire her naked body with his juices running down her leg. She looked at him and laughed at his slack jawed expression, staring at her now naked body. She sauntered over to him and snapped his mouth shut. She made short work of his clothes, ripping and tearing them off him and licked her lips as she saw that he was hard again just from the sight of her.
No words of poison were thrown at each other this time as they simply move together leaning to kiss other. Hands ran over each other's skin, caressing the other and they each let out sighs of pleasure. Before soon Buffy was on top of him and riding him again as he lay on the floor. Spike didn't fight her this time, just revelled as she engulfed him and dragged her nails down his chest, blood welling up in the trail of her fingers. He feel of her, the heat, the blood taunting him from under her skin was calling out for him. He growled into his game face and launched up on her breasts, biting next to her left nipple.
Again, he savoured the taste of her blood spilling into his mouth moaning as he swallowed.
Again, she gasped at the sensations as he drank her blood gripping his head to her breast keeping him there as she rode him.
Clutching her ass with his sharp nails hard enough to draw little pricks of blood he kept her close as she rode him furiously. The pair former mortal enemies battling for domination once again.
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At Joyce and Buffy's house
On her bed Joyce sighed as Angel kissed her breasts burying his face in her cleavage for a time, she had lost count on. It wasn't like he needed to come up for air. She felt so good, her skin so smooth there with her heart beating a steady rhythm under inside her body. Moaning in need Joyce pulled the vampire back up to face her. Before he could speak, Mrs Summers grabbed his face and pressed her mouth to his, kissing Angel voraciously. As her plush lips covered his, Angel could only respond with equal veracity. He wanted her kisses, and he was not about to stop anything. They had finally taken their sex upstairs into her room after several rounds together in the living room putting her couch to good use. The pair simply couldn't get enough of each other, a never-ending thirst and hunger for pleasure had taken over them. Hungry for her mouth, he took it with his own. Ice over fire, they clashed with eager need. Lips pulling at hers, swiping firmly across tender curves.
"You have no idea what a temptation you are," Angel groaned against her lips.
"And you're no saint," Joyce grinned up at him gazing directly into his eyes as she ran her hands over shoulders. She was right, being with Buffy's mother in this way gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction. After all, she tried to kill him and then dispatched him to hell. Deep down where his demon prowled his subconscious, Angel wanted payback. Such feelings were contrary to his plans to rekindle their rocky relationship.
He gave her no protest as she rolled them over her bed, so she was now on top. She kissed him while grasping his cock and slid down it impaling herself on him. Angel sighed under her, then moved slightly; the new position put her on the edge of discomfort, the head of his cock prodding at her cervix. He was a very big boy, she thought as she carefully adjusted herself until it felt good again (and she would not think about her delicately built daughter with him, nope, nope, nope). His hands were pleasantly cool on her hips, steadying her as she resumed her rocking. Ever thankful for the soft mattress on her bed, Joyce rolled her hips over his lap, squeezing around him as she rode slow and sensual, easing her way down from the heights of a quivering climax moments ago. Her hands braced on his muscled chest, nails digging into his sweat dampened skin as she impaled herself on his long shaft, riding his hard cock which was slicked her every descent.
Angel growled a little with both hands kneading her ass cheeks. The grip was firm and rough, exactly what she was craving. The strength in his fingers against her muscles, digging into her and exerting his will was bliss. She breathed deeply through her nose, luxuriating in the feel of him. She lost herself in the moment: Angel, her bed, his body. She felt like she could do this forever. He looked up for a moment desire dilating his eyes into dark pools of lust. A corner of his mouth lifted into masculine smirk. As he saw the beautiful woman moving with desire and need above him, her breath coming in soft pants, her body squirming, thigh shifting on his hips. His fingers glided across her curves, never groping, thumb strumming close to one achy little peak as it skirted the circle of the sensitive areola. She wanted his mouth there working its magic because she couldn't take much more. His name was a plea that preceded a stormy undertone, "I swear if you don't stop teasing me, you're gonna get it!" she warned him causing him to chuckle slightly.
She felt Angel's fingers tracing the outer curve of her breast and cupped her there filling his palm. His other hand slid around to fondle its twin, and for a second it was Joyce's turn to feel smug at his obvious pleasure. Mesmerized, Angel gawped as he plumped one breast and then the other seemingly in awe of being able to touch her that way at last. Gasping in pleasure Joyce raised her head to look at the ceiling as moved harder desperate to bring each other off displaying her throat to him. The sight of her throat and her veins pumping blood caused him to recall another time she was in his arms. Darla his one-time teacher, lover and sire had presented Mrs Summers as a gift in a scheme she had come up with to lure him back into the side of darkness. It was so hard to resist taking what he wanted. The scent of her and the memory of her blood in front of him. Just a bite. Just a few sips of the precious ambrosia that was Joyce's lifeblood. But he had resisted back then now however it was taunting him strongly. The use to bite her, to claim her, to bond them closer than humanly possible was calling out for him.
The bedroom door opened... and then violently slammed shut. "What the hell is going on here?!" Willow cried out from the doorway causing them both to stop what they were doing and spin to face her. She was standing with a very shocked Xander by the door of Joyce's bedroom having just arrived moments before.
"Willow," Angel said from underneath Joyce but making no move to remove the woman from his lap. "I can explain everything! This isn't what it looks like!" He grumbled trying once again to replay the events on his head on how he ended up in this position with Joyce, Buffy's mother who was looking at the pair of teenagers with eyes wide as saucers.
"You are so dead Deadboy," Xander pointed stepping from behind Willow. Never one of Angel's fans he knew there was no excuse in the world that was going to stop Buffy from staking him. A mounting swell of anger came over Xander that even Willow knew was justified because for all her defence and understanding when it came to Angel for Buffy's sake, she couldn't explain this.
"Just try it boy," Angel growled shifting into vampire face. His testosterone sky high on account of his sex drive boosted thanks to the lust spell. His growl caused Xander to stop in his tracks but look no less angry. Glancing from his Buffy's mother to the vampire lying in the middle of the bed, the only thing Xander wanted to do was throw him out the window preferably in the middle of the day.
"Xander please can't you and Willow go back downstairs and wait until we are finished?" Joyce pleaded with the pair to leave.
"On my god how can you even say that?!" Willow reacted looking at Joyce in disgust. Nothing but the straight truth would do any good here and yet Willow was not receiving any of it. "That is Angel! Buffy's ex and how you are not running for cover up right now?!" She asked the pair seemingly aware they were both naked and the redhead looked away. Dammit, how could either of them any have allowed this to take place?
"We didn't plan on it, things just happened!" Joyce countered to the deaf ears of both Willow and Xander.
"What you had a bottle of wine and decided to give each other a happy?" Xander deadpanned while shaking his head. Was it valentine's day and no body told him? The journey from the factory to Buffy's house had been filled with the sounds of couples… being all loved up from inside houses to behind bushes! Usually, you had to be careful of a vampire or some creature coming out the shadows and attacking you but tonight it seemed like the town was too busy mating. Case in point the couple that were before him.
"Look this is my house and I will do whatever I want with whoever I want so just beat it!" Joyce yelled at her daughter's friends in anger. They were not going away and were therefore interrupting her quality time with Angel.
"But Mrs Summers!" Willow said however she was cut off by Angel who pushed Joyce off of him and stalked at the pair in full vampire mode with anger and a raging hard on. It was quite an intimidating sight.
"She said get out!" he shouted sharp fangs and furious yellow eyes on display as he grabbed Xander by the neck and pushed both him and Willow out of the room roughly. He locked the door after getting them outside full of rage and adrenaline.
He turned as he felt a hand on his shoulder, and it was Joyce still naked. He looked ashamed of his face knowing he was in vampire mode, but she shook her head silently as she stared at him. Even his vampire face turned her on, politically incorrect as that was to say. Even now standing in her bedroom looking like a monster she found him beautiful and sexy. His muscles tense ready to do damage, his eyes blazed ready for a fight and his stance powerful ready for an attack at any angle.
Even as he felt the bloodlust rage within in him and the urge to snap Xander's neck he still ached for the woman before him. Especially now as she moved against his chest, slipping her arms around his waist until their bodies pressed together. "I want you," the woman confessed seriously, pressing up against him looking directly into his yellow eyes. His hands circled her waist at last, squeezing her tight. They held each other closely. "I need you." Her lips were caressed deeply that very instant, taken sensuously without warning. The now familiar hot feeling swept over her insides, and when their mouths opened, their tongue massaged erotically. The hard steel of his erection throbbed against her stomach as his tongue ran across his fangs. The gentle swells of her ass where his hands groped unconsciously left her needy. The hard smacking sounds their lips produced couldn't grow any more intense as lowered themselves on the floor. The bed was simply too far away.
Willow stared at Xander horrified at the sounds coming from the bedroom as it seemed like Angel and Buffy's mother had restarted their love making. "I can't believe he would do such a thing!" she said stunned.
"I always knew he would betray us one way or another," Xander muttered.
"But it doesn't make any sense both of them know what this would do to Buffy!" the redhead replied to her friend. She made a face as the noises got louder from behind the door and montioned for Xander to follow her away from the door.
"Okay I may give you that Mrs Summers wouldn't just do this on whim. That upstairs and what we saw coming here clearly mean that things are very much of weird side of weird," Xander stated as soon the pair went back down the stairs. "I'm confused. Please explain it in a way that my tiny brain will understand."
"It could be a left over from the chocolate that Ethan Raine cursed!" Willow quickly suggested. "Or maybe it was Spike that caused this!"
"Don't see any candy wrappers lying around just… more clothes!" Xander said with disgust peering into the living room. Lord knows he didn't want to know what had occurred in there between deadboy and Buffy's mother. "Plus, I don't see Spike playing cupid bringing those two love birds together upstairs."
"Well what else would you suggest?" Willow asked him.
Xander winced as he tried to think and ignore the cries of pleasure that came from upstairs. "I don't know! Plus, I'm often wrong in my theories but I just get the feeling that there is something else at play here. Everyone is acting in heat for some reason."
"Not everyone," Willow countered trying to keep her mind occupied on the problem, and not the increasingly loud moans coming from Buffy's mother's room. "I mean we aren't!" she gestured between them. "Nothing happening here."
'That was true' Xander considered in his head. For the first time in weeks, he wasn't looking at Willow and feeling that awkward longing or lustful desires. He was cured! Her spell worked… wait a minute her spell! "Willow that's it! It's your spell! The one in the science lab it caused this!" Xander yelled at her as the idea became clear in his head.
"No, it can't be!" Willow cried out hurt at the accusation. "That was a delusting spell and look at us it worked didn't it!?"
"Did you finish casting it when I arrived?" Xander asked his friend.
"What?" Willow replied confused.
"Did you finish casting it when I arrived?" He repeated the question to her.
"Well, uh, it was nearly done… just, uhm, I was about to, ah, it was close - " the redhead was completely flustered by the simple question, as she desperately tried to remember and avoid the inevitable answer that lay before her.
Xander saw the look of dread on his friend's face and put her out of her misery. "Question Willow how can a spell be a success when it hasn't even been cast. There is delusting spell hanging over us tonight and there never was just a whole lot of this." He said pointing to sounds of sex happening upstairs.
Willow grimaced knowing her friend was right. "Fine," she replied giving in. "We need to get back to the school to see what happened with the spell."
Xander nodded. "We'll leave as soon as they are, well, uh...done." They heard a piercing scream from Joyce and a loud growl from Angel. Both Xander and Willow shifted uncomfortably wishing the ground would just open up and swallow them up whole.
"I think they're done," Willow remarked.
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Jonathan Levinson and Harmony Kendall crashed into her bedroom still wrapped around each other. Getting to her house had been an act of torture but despite how turned on she was Harmony had insisted that she would not be doing anything in a public area where she might be spotted with Jonathan Levinson. That said they were all over each other, it had taken them nearly five minutes to make it up the stairs in her house and they did so while crashing and stumbling up them. Judging from the sounds coming Harmony's parents' bedroom her mom and dad would not disturb them. Falling onto her pink bed in the middle of her very pink girlish room filled with unicorns they were all over each other.
The blond reached one hand down into his pants and cupped his hardness causing the short boy to cry out. Harmony bent down to kiss his neck enjoying the male scent clinging to his shirt. While it was a shirt that should be burnt to a crisp along with the rest of his wardrobe she enjoy his scent, a mixture of soap, deodorant and his own scent. Never in a million years did she think that would have allowed little Jonathan Levinson into her bedroom. He was a loser, bottom of the food chain and a stain on the student body. She was now top of the high school even if she struggled to rule it like her former friend Cordelia Chase. The brunette in the designer clothing had often breeze through the waves of students in the school halls, arrogantly not paying them the slightest attention with Harmony struggling to keep up. Seriously if the Titanic had moved through the waters of the Atlantic Ocean on a dark and cold night on its way to a fateful collision with the same level of confidence Cordelia now showed, that vessel would have turned an iceberg into a million tons of ice cubes and Jack and Rose would have lived happily ever after. Being in her social circle meant one had to follow strict rules or you would incur the wrath of Cordelia. The choice was simple and brutal: you took it, or you were out of the Cordettes. However, she would deal with the consequences tomorrow right now she was horny.
She pushed and pulled at his shirt desperate for to take it off him and he struggled to help her finding the buttons too large for his fingers such was his nerves. For a boy who had spent most of his adolescence absorbing useless facts about science fiction and fantasy, here he was pretty much living in a fantasy moment right now. Harmony one of the most popular girls at the high school kissing him down his neck, past his chest, and finally to the top of his pants. The short boy groaned and let his eyes roll back as Harmony kissed him through his pants. "This isn't happening," he gasped as the blonde began to undo his belt. "Harmony. Holy-"
She grinned up at him with lust-filled eyes as she pulled his belt off in one quick yank, then tossed it aside. She kissed the soft hair just below his navel and then undid the button of his pants. Jonathan shivered as she lowered the zipper, and then let his head drop back onto the bed. She pulled his pants down with such force that caused a slight rip as her hunger drove her actions. "Oops. Sorry. I got carried away."
"That is totally okay," Jonathan breathed. "I never liked that pair anyway." She grinned at him, and for a moment they each stared into the others' eyes. Then Harmony took her bottom lip between her teeth and glanced down at his Captain America boxer shorts. His penis was already sticking through the slit. Jonathan r's breath caught in his throat as he watched the girl staring with wide, lust-filled eyes down at him.
"Oh," Harmony said in a breathless voice. The absolute perfection of her sound made Jonathon's cock twitch. She stared at his erection and licked her lips, her pink tongue wetting her lips as she stared at her target. The young boy watched with surprise as he felt her tongue, dancing around on the end of his cock before kissing the covered head. The blonde girl closed her eyes and breathed in Jonathan's musky scent, holding his cock to her nose. She placed both hands on either leg as she kissed the head quickly. Xander flinched and groaned when she ran her tongue over his cockhead, making it wet with her saliva.
"Oh, I like that," Jonathan muttered mindlessly.
Harmony grinned as she looked up at him. "Then you're going to love this." The blonde girl held his cock with one hand as she sucked the head into her mouth, her lips closed over the sensitive flesh as she sucked slowly, wiggling her tongue over his cock. Jonathan moaned as he felt Harmony began sucking on him unable to believe he was in this position with such a girl. "Mmmm," Harmony moaned around his cockhead as she devoured more of his erection. She loved the taste and feel of the boy's uncut cock in her mouth. The texture and the way it throbbed in her mouth, drove her crazy as she began to suck harder on him.
Jonathan resisted the urge to touch her golden head afraid it might cause her to stop as he watched Harmony slurping noisily on his penis. "Oh god, I'm going to cum," the young man told her as Harmony giggled around her mouthful of cock, gently nibbling on his flesh as he couldn't help but thrust upwards a little as his orgasm neared. Glancing around the room in an effort to focus he grimaced at the colour of pink which seemed to dominate the room. That and the creature the unicorn. There was models, toys, and a poster of the fantastical animal. Clearly the perky blond had a deep love for the creature.
Harmony rubbed his balls causing his head snap back to stare down at her. She felt them tighten under her fingers as she pulled on his cock, her lips enclosed over the head as she ran her tongue over his sensitive skin. Jonathan moaned loudly as Harmony sucked hard on the head, sending him over the edge. He watched as she had her eyes closed and her cheeks hollowed with suction. Harmony tasted the precum from his leaking tip and wanted more as she began to hum. "I'm cumming," he panted as he leaned down on her bed. He stared down at Harmony and saw her looking up at him. The super genius swore he could see her smiling around his cock before his eyes crossed with pleasure. Unable to control himself he bucked his hips towards Harmony's sucking mouth as he came, spilling his semen into her mouth. Harmony felt the warm blasts of cum spurt into her mouth, the salty liquid coating her tongue and tonsils as she swallowed. She leaned back and took in the appearance of the young man naked on her bed. He was shivering and gasping for breath trying to regain his breathing. He looked so small and innocent like a little lost lamb.
She got off the bed and stood before him. She reached to her back and undid her dress lowering her straps letting the dress fall down revealing a pale pink underwear set she wore underneath. Jonathan stared at it her chest; two perfectly sized breasts heaving with her panting breath. He was seeing them. He was really seeing them. Harmony giggled at his dazed expression and then reached behind her back to undo the clasp. Jonathan couldn't believe this was happening. He was about to see...
The bra fell away, and Harmony Kendall's bare breasts were right there. She was an angel, better than any fantasy. "Want me?" she asked in a cute, coy voice already knowing the answer. She couldn't help but grin at just how hot she was to him judging by his expression. It was the ultimate ego-rush. She was sexy. There was absolutely zero doubt in her mind about that. His face told her all that.
"Yes," a moan left his mouth as he stared at her. He wanted it all. Her kiss, her taste, her caress, her intimate hold, and her crying his name.
She grinned at him eyeing his cock hardening again and ran her hands down her body coming to her panties and slipping them off. "Then take me," she told him as she got down on the bed beside him spreading her legs while biting her lips sexily. Like a zombie Jonathan simply pushed down his boxers and made his way into her welcoming embrace. He gave her a kiss that was both affectionate as it was possessive. The normally timid boy finding some courage as he kissed and suck on her breasts as she rubbed herself against his body delighting on the hardness she felt against her stomach. She looped her arms around his shoulders as he moved back up to be level with her. She help him as he guided his hard cock inside her. "Oh yes!" Harmony cooed as he filled her. "You're my little lamb!" she declared joyfully.
He had no idea what that meant but he was not about to ask. Better to focus on how good she felt as he started to thrust inside her. Better to focus on how tight she was. Better to focus on the sex rather than all the unicorns in the room. He groaned as he moved inside her amazed at how good she felt. That feeling only grew as his hardness pressed deeper inside of her. He was concerned about holding out, his failure at all sports reminded him of how useless his stamina was. He was overwhelmed with his lust for her. She was too much for him. She was too sexy for him. His mind began to race through equations and theories as he tried desperately to keep from reaching his climax. But then he noticed something she was gently writhing underneath of him as he slid his dick slowly back and forth inside of her. She was gasping, moaning, panting, and muttering his name; telling him how much she needed him; telling him how much she loved this.
Something inside Jonathan clicked and he thrust into her, harder and more insistent with a better rhythm gaining confidence. He fucked her hard for all the times she mocked him, ignored him, looked down on him and caused him to question his worth. He was having her. He was taking her. He was going to fill her. He was going to fuck her. He was fucking her.
"Jonathan!" she gasped. This was better than she had ever imagined. He was more than she had ever guessed. He was more than she had ever expected! It was impossible, but it was true! "OH MY GOD! JONATHAN!" Harmony cried out as she came hard all around him and he too gasped at the feeling of her tightness all around him cumming hard inside her. The pair stared in each other's eyes both in awe and amazement of his actions.
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The side door to Oz's van opened and Cordelia's head fell out of it gasping for breath almost desperate for air. After being in the van for so long the sheer stuffiness from inside the metal box heated up by her and Oz's passion, she needed some fresh air in her lungs and on her body. She barely had time to react when Oz's hand shot up to her neck, weaving through the brunette's long hair and yanking her back into the van causing her to gasp. Oz merely kissed her hard swallowing her moans as the pair made out heavily with the door wide open now displaying their love making.
Running her hands over his back as the pair kissed each other and bringing a leg up to brush against his own Cordelia sighed in pleasure. She clung to him, kissing him desperately and rubbing herself against him. She had no idea why she was doing this with Oz of all people. Her popularity had taken a nosedive since dating Xander officially although her campaign for Prom Queen suggested that a Cordelia Chase acting with confidence could sway a decent size portion of the school if she wanted to. A tiny part of her even considered that switching to Oz over Xander might actually improve her social standings. Oz was well liked by many social circles as he is something of an enigma to high school kids everywhere. Not because he was in a band or dyes his hair every once in a while, but because he doesn't do those things for attention or anything like that. He just does them and likes it, so he keeps doing. It doesn't define him, nor does he want it to. She liked that about him and if they were going to be doing more this (and she definitely planned to) then being the lead guitarist's girlfriend had potential.
For his own part the guitarist of the rock band named 'Dingoes Ate My Baby' had no idea what he was doing and why. His stoic and calm persona had been replaced by need, want and passion. He only had felt this way before when he had transformed into the wolf, being nothing more than a berserk, lupine creature. The fact that it was Cordelia who he felt this way for was surprising to him as he had felt devotion towards Willow. True like any other boy his age had recognised Cordelia Chase's beauty but had not fallen under her spell as their personalities were so different. He much more went with life's flow while she flirted with quarter backs, discussed fashion at the Bronze with her friends and ruled the school with an iron fist. But right now, nuzzling her breasts listening to her coos of pleasure he felt pure attraction for her. She bold, brash and self-confident all of where positives in his book. Sliding back up to claim her mouth again he ground his hips against hers, slamming her against him hard in an attempt to relieve some of the heavy almost painful ache in his groin.
The local werewolf made out with the Queen of Sunnydale high ignoring the cold air now coming into the van and the fact that with the door open all the world could see his nude body. One thing about being a werewolf was that one got used to waking up in the nude. It would seem Cordelia didn't have an issue with the now public displays of affection. He could not only smell Cordelia's arousal in the air but see it too as her nipples were stiff peaks thanks to her desire and the cool night air. Her face screamed desire as she looked with much longing. "Fuck me," Cordelia said with patience missing from her voice. Cordelia's sex needs were so uncontrollably strong that she was in heat as she ran her hands down pinching her own nipples. Oz swallowed at the beautiful nude girl before him with her slightly wild hair and expression of desire in her eyes giving her a very exotic look. The guitarist lined up his cock with her and pushed himself once again inside her. She was so wet he easily slipped in as Cordelia grunted with more impatience than anything else. Right now, everything in the world was blocked from her presence as she had sex with Oz. He grasped her large nipples teasing them as moved against each other with the sound of water crashing into cliffs in the background. What the short man lacked in height he made up for it in… length in another area Cordelia decided. Gripping his head forcefully she pulled him down to her slightly raw kissed lips and she swallowed his tongue as they moved together.
They had been at it for gods know how long. Seemingly in a never-ending maze of sex and pleasure. She was now pretty sure they had worked out each other kinks and discovered ones neither knew they had. Who knew Oz could be so vocal when he wants to be? Who knew Cordelia could be so submissive when she needed to be? Moaning in a fire of euphoric Cordelia revelled as the pair brought each other off again with little need or willpower to stop.
