Multiversal Adventures (Universe Jumping, OC)
By: Dirk Grey
[NSFW] - Multiversal Adventures (Universe Jumping, OC) by Dirk Grey
Status: ongoing
Published: 2023-07-25
Updated: 2023-12-20
Words: 73711
Chapters: 42
Original source: https/forum./threads/23237
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Multiversal Adventures (Universe Jumping, OC)
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 - Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Start
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 1
And, here's another story from me. This story will have polls for future decisions, but that'll only happen on .
I hope you guys like it.
Someone was approaching my apartment door, which was a rarity.
Deep into an almost abandoned building, well outside the city, it was the best I could afford with the little money I had managed to squirrel away, and was living on. I assumed it was the mailman, but I quickly ignored that possibility.
First, it was because the mailman only arrived when there was priority mail… which happened very rarely.
Also, the footsteps didn't sound right. Instead of the heavy, jaunty steps that announced his arrival, the footsteps were soft.
Soft enough to scare me for a fleeting moment. First, I turned down the sound of my laptop, which was running yet another show on repeat while I stayed locked in my little studio apartment while I waited for the heat to die.
I hated my small apartment, and I hated the need to stay inside for at least a year, but that was the most I could do after my latest mishap, one that included the sexy wife of the man.
A man who turned out to be a mob hitman.
My other hand was already around my gun, waiting and ready as my visitor knocked on the door. I didn't move, not even breathe, waiting to see if they would bother to break the door. Luckily, they limited themselves to knocking.
"Mr. William, I would like to speak with you," said the voice from the other side, a woman.
I said nothing. If I had learned in my sexual escapades, it was that women could be just as deadly as men. Luckily, whoever was my mystery visitor, they didn't bother trying to enter, and just waited. I said nothing as I heard the footsteps get away, still tense.
Then she laughed, sharp yet amused. "You have trust issues, I love it. It'll make your job much easier. Maybe you'll even last more than two instances. It'll help."
Those words didn't make much sense, suggesting that I might be dealing with a crazy person. Then, my door clicked, and started to open. I tensed. "Come in," I said even as I stood up, moving toward the door, gun in hand, ready to defend myself.
A chuckle reached my ear, but I ignored it as I pushed the door open, but saw no one. Tense, I leaned out, ready to start shooting at the first movement.
Instead, I found an empty corridor. "I must be getting crazy," I murmured.
"Then, what I'm about to say won't help," the same voice said, far too close.
Panicked, I turned, my gun raised, ready to shoot… only to freeze. Instead of finding a bounty hunter dressed in leather, I found a woman dressed in a tiny red dress, revealing her amazing legs and her incredible cleavage at the same time.
She was lying on my couch, which I would have loved. Another rich and beautiful woman for me to seduce. Unfortunately, the ease she showed entering my apartment was alarming.
Especially since it only had one door.
"How can I help you, beautiful?" I said as I slammed the door closed behind me, even though I was just as tempted to run away. For some reason, she was too confident.
Too dangerous.
I referred to her as beautiful, because it was better than calling her dangerous. I only tightened my grip around my gun, but I didn't point against her.
A voice in me told me that it would be a mistake.
"You're adaptable, I like it. Maybe you'll actually succeed," she said, her smile giving me the creeps. She was dangerous, no doubt.
Yet somehow, she was the most arousing sight I had ever seen at the same time.
Meeting new people outside my control was not something I particularly enjoyed, and the forced circumstances hardly helped. "I'm guessing you have a job offer for me," I said. "Something simple and easy, I assume."
"Oh, nothing outside your skills," she said mockingly. "I just want a few women seduced and separated from their current lovers."
"Oh, that simple," I said with a chuckle, though it was less about amusement, and more about the realization that the situation was slipping away from my fingers. "Unfortunately, I have standards when it comes to seduction."
She chuckled. "You don't need to worry about it. The young women I'm talking about are beautiful. Incredibly so."
"Oh, that's good," I said as I sighed as I sat across her. I was still tense, of course. "And you are sure you're not in the wrong place?"
"Oh, I don't make mistakes," she said smugly. "You just need to remember that you can only seduce them. Misleading and tricking them is alright, but blackmailing or forcing them is not. It's strictly about free will."
"Oh, alright," I said, trying to get a sense of what was going on before I needed a way to accept the situation. "Tell me, what exactly you need. I can make a better decision if I know the details. You don't want me to fail and humiliate you, do you?"
"No, I don't. And, more importantly, you don't!" she said, the way she delivered the statement enough to make me tremble in fear.
She was a dangerous woman. If only I understood how I was feeling that… or the fact that it was making me more aroused.
"And, about the details…"
"It would have been nice, but I'm afraid that you need to make a decision quick," she said.
I was about to ask what she meant, when I heard a sudden shout. "Williams, you bastard, I know you're here. I'm going to kill you for fucking my wife."
"You told him my location," I growled as I recognized the trap… but even then, it didn't make sense much. If she needed my help, why would she not even wait for my answer? The psycho that was trying to break my door didn't sound like he would listen to anyone.
"Just accept my offer, and he'll not be your problem," she said.
"Oh, sure I accept, as long as it saves from that angry man," I declared sarcastically as I raised my gun, wondering if I would be able to pull the trigger. I had never killed anyone… and I wasn't sure I would be able to do it.
"Sarcastic, but still honest enough to work, done," she said.
I turned to shout at her… but I found the couch empty. Then, I caught a movement under me, and I turned.
Only to see the floor disappearing under me. Before I could react, I started falling…
And found me in a confusing emptiness. "What did they make me drink," I murmured.
"Nothing," said the same voice.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, I can't stay and explain. That sanctimonious bitch noticed my presence, so you're going to explore on your own. Make the right choices, and don't forget. It's all about free will."
"How comforting," I murmured as I looked around in the emptiness.
"… and, don't die. You won't like the results," she said, her voice coming from a great distance."
And, just like that, I found myself alone, swimming in darkness…
I had no idea how long I stayed there before several lines appeared in front of me.
[Please pick your target universe:
- How I Met Your Mother (500 P)
- Community (500 P)
- Big Bang Theory (500 P)
- Chuck (1000 P)
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer (2000 P)
- One Piece (5000 P)
- RWBY (5000 P)]
A bunch of familiar names, all shows, with some random points behind them. It was not too hard to guess it was about the danger inherent in the process… but I had no idea what else was going on.
Though, considering I had a passing familiarity to the names, combined with the threat about death, I could sense it was some kind of reward, linked to the risk implied… Still, I waited, until the darkness started to get too overwhelming.
Then, I chose…
Buffy…
Chapter 2 - Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Start
[Selection - Buffy the Vampire Slayer (2000 P)]
"I hope it doesn't end badly -" I started, which was everything I was able to say as I felt a jerking sensation in my stomach, and started traveling in the emptiness of the weird space I found myself in.
While I traveled, I thought about my selection, wondering if that was the correct decision. The temptation to select something easier was strong, especially since all three shows had some spectacular ladies that I would have loved to seduce… but I had no idea what would await me at the next stage.
What if the next selection was filled with far bigger challenges, the easiest being One Piece, where any little mistake might end up with my demise?
So, I decided to strike a happy medium. Buffyverse, where I had the potential to survive, while also allowing me to get a lot of points… though I had to admit, the allure of a lot of barely legal ladies with supermodel looks and supernatural physiques was also tempting.
Also, for all intents and purposes, vampires were much easier to deal with than One Piece pirates.
However, before I could think about it, I found myself on a bus seat, still wearing the same clothes. The bus was currently moving… but I didn't even question the direction.
Not when I saw a strikingly familiar blonde figure sitting in the back seat, looking morose yet excited.
Buffy Summers.
The advantage of staying inside for a year to avoid getting caught, binge-watching TV shows, that I watched the show recently, which made it very easy for me to recognize the exact moment from the show.
Where Buffy was returning from Los Angeles after a long sabbatical.
I wanted to thank the mysterious figure who brought me here. Not just because she didn't throw me in the middle of a battle - which was an amazing perk - but also because she put me in a perfect position to make contact with Buffy.
Not only it was a closed encounter that we could talk about for hours once I made contact, but also, she was in a very vulnerable state, where she had doubts about her whole support group.
A perfect opportunity to seduce her.
As I looked at her, trying to decide how to approach her, a floating line appeared on top of her.
[Buffy Summers - Main Mission - Reward (200 P)]
Just another confirmation about the weird situation I found myself in.
As much as I wanted to stay away and develop a detailed approach, the time was precious. I approached her. "Hey, sorry," I said, doing my best to look vulnerable but not pathetic. The show made it very clear what Buffy liked. Xander failed where Spike succeeded, and that was an excellent show about her preferences.
I would have loved to have the chance to change into some bad-boy leather jacket, but that was not exactly convenient.
"What!" Buffy answered, her expression immediately shifting into distaste. Understandable, as even without her responsibilities, she was a hot young woman, which meant a lot of lechers hitting her.
Well, I was one of them, of course, but my mission was to hide that fact until it was too late.
"I was going to ask whether you're a native of our destination?" I asked, doing my best to look hesitant. "I heard a lot of things about that place, and I just wanted to check just how much of it is an exaggeration."
That softened her expression. "You're moving to Sunnydale?" she asked, her expression twisted in surprise. "Why would you do such a thing?"
"That's the only job I was able to find," I said, shrugging. "There are not many jobs for ex-cons?"
"You're a criminal," Buffy declared, tense.
"Well, ex-criminal. There had been a fight, where I defended my friend, but then an accident happened…" I said. "Just a broken arm, but the guy turned out to be a high-powered sleazy lawyer, and I ended up in prison for a year."
It was a lie, of course, but it gave me an excuse to move to an infamous location like Sunnydale.
More importantly, it should be just bad enough to trigger Buffy's very bad taste in men.
"That doesn't sound very good," Buffy said, but I could see her relax after my honesty. Not many girls would relax after realizing they were facing a violent criminal no matter the excuse, but Buffy was different. She clearly trusted her ability to defend herself.
Supernatural powers made a big difference.
"Yeah, and that put me on this bus," I said. She gestured for the seat next to her, and I sat down. "So, Sunnydale?" I said.
"What did you hear?" she said.
"The place is very dangerous, filled with crazy drug addicts, violent enough to attack anyone in sight so it's better to stay inside at night. And, never trust anyone enough to invite them in," I added, like that was just a random thing. "Apparently, there's a lot of burglars or something that used to assault and kill people without making the neighbors suspicious."
Buffy paused for a moment. "Actually, those are mostly accurate," she declared, a surprised smile appearing on her pretty face. "Though, you need to know a bit more about the exact districts. The first rule: always avoid the cemetery, that's where all the gangs gather…"
That started a long explanation about the various locations of Sunnydale, mostly to avoid… her explanations were far more detailed than I expected.
However, the intensity of her tone suggested it was more about a chance to distract her from the upcoming confrontation with her mother than giving me a verbal map. It took half an hour. A few jokes and personal anecdotes later, she was sufficiently relaxed.
"Thanks, it was amazingly helpful," I said. "I can leave you alone if you want now… or maybe I can return the favor?"
"What do you mean?"
I smiled seductively. "Well, you look rather tense, and as you can see, I'm a good listener. Maybe it'll help."
"It's nothing," she murmured, but I just looked at her with a soft smile. It was not exactly an amazing attempt, but Buffy just spent months in isolation, working in a shitty diner, interrupted by a fight against demons, and I was offering her a chance to spill her guts while she was battling with stress about potential rejection.
"I… I don't know how my mother would react to my return," she whispered. "I run away from home after a fight, and I don't know if she'll accept my return…"
I could have told her that she would, but rather than doing that, I just hummed, and nodded for her to continue… and she started telling me more about her life. A sanitized version, where no demons or vampires to distract, but with far more accurate details than I had expected.
I started to have a feeling that the mission would be even easier than I expected. "Give me your hand," I interrupted five minutes later.
"What?" she said, but before she could say anything else, I grabbed her wrist… very slowly, giving her every chance to pull back. The last thing I needed for her was to accidentally break my arm with her supernatural strength.
"Just continue telling. Trust me, it'll help," I said as I pressed my thumb to her palm, and started massaging, which was one of my skills that paid extreme dividends whenever I dealt with one of my targets. Palm massages, in particular, were extremely amazing, as they were innocent enough at first glance.
But it had some amazing impacts in the hands of an expert. "Better, right?" I said.
"Well, it's not terrible," she said, her blush far more intense than I expected.
I barely held back a chuckle. After all, despite all of her supernatural advantages, she was woefully inexperienced when it came to matters of love, a vampire being her only experience - and that was before he lost his soul and went to hell.
"So, you were talking about how your friend Willow helped you with your homework and saved your ass many times," I said.
"Did I mention her name?" she said, looking confused for a moment. Actually, she had not, but I had no problems convincing her that she did.
After all, how could I know her name if Buffy hadn't mentioned it? "Yes, while talking about your first day," I said, making it even more convincing.
"Ah, you're right," she murmured confusedly, but once I shifted to her other hand, she continued telling her stories. "Willow always saves my ass when it comes to homework," Buffy said.
"A good friend… though in her defense, your ass is definitely worthy of saving," I said, delivering the naughty comment with a teasing smile, enjoying her blush. She avoided my gaze, but left her hand on my palm, which was all I needed.
My initial aim was to push her further… but, seeing her beautiful expression, I wondered whether it was the best idea.
Maybe I shouldn't waste such a beautiful opportunity.
Chapter 3
Buffy couldn't help but blush even as she told a heavily edited version of the parent-teacher confidence which was interrupted by the unexpected presence of a vampire attack that she referred to as a gang attack; doing her best to stick to the facts from the perspective of the uninvolved students.
Though, even with the facts tempered down, Buffy knew that the story was rather unbelievable. She was telling her story of saving many lives. While telling the story, she expected disbelief, even mocking… yet, the man in front of him not only listened to her with rapt attention, but even asked several questions, each accurate enough to show he had been listening attentively.
"… and, I had to tackle the gang member down before he could kill the principal… though sometimes I wished that I ignored it," she added, blushing as spoke. "He can be so creepy."
"I'm sure he wasn't as bad as the warden in prison," he answered. "That guy had for us. One wrong step, and we were locked in solitary."
"Well, not that bad," Buffy said, shivering at the mention. She already felt trapped in her life, and she couldn't imagine being locked in an actual prison - and the events of the last night she had been in Sunnydale had made it a very likely possibility, one that she barely managed to avoid.
It was the reason she didn't feel like pushing him too much when he had mentioned that he was an ex-con. She might have felt differently if he had been bragging, but no. He delivered it calmly, like he expected her to send him away because of it, yet still honest.
With all the secrets she had, she understood the temptation to spit out the worst and see if that was a deal-breaker. Too bad that hers was a secret that would have made her committed to a mental hospital - something she knew from the experience.
And, if she was being honest with herself, the way his fingers were dancing on her palm, giving her a shockingly proficient massage that made stress drain from her body played some role as well.
"Don't worry about it, I had some horrible teachers as well, so I know exactly what are you talking about. Little goblins hate their life, so they try to take it on their students. Hardly fair, right?"
"Yeah, like we don't have enough trouble," Buffy answered. She would have loved to continue, but the way his fingers danced on her palms prevented her from that. Or the soft moan that escaped her mouth did… but that was just details.
"You're enjoying the massage," he said, which didn't help her growing blush.
"It's not half-bad," she admitted.
"Great words of approval," he said. "Should I assume that you want me to stop?"
"N-no, I didn't say that," Buffy said, feeling an uncharacteristic sense of weakness.
"Very good," he said, and his fingers continued to move once more. "I would have hated to make a beautiful woman like you sad," he said, his tone slightly husky.
Buffy froze. It wasn't that she was unaware of her looks - it was hard when people continued to hit the walls occasionally as they tried to watch her, especially when she wore skirts - but it was rare for her to receive an honest compliment.
Creepy come-ons, she was familiar with. Vampires had the habit of harassing her - whenever they were not shivering in fear once they realized just how outclassed they were - and her fellow students limited themselves to distant catcalls due to a combination of her growing violent reputation and her association with 'uncool' kids.
Honest compliments, however, were far rarer.
She didn't know how to answer. Luckily, he didn't wait for one. "Turn your back," he asked, and she was quick to follow it, enthusiastic to hide her blush from her
Enthusiastic enough to ignore why he asked that until it was too late. His hands slipped under her hair, and touched her neck. A much more intimate position, she realized as his fingers danced on her neck, even smoother than the earlier palm massage.
It was too late to stop him without creating a scene… not that she actually wanted to stop him. Not when she could feel his fingers removing stress knots that had been on her back for months. "Wow, you're tense," he murmured as he moved to her shoulders. "You must be feeling really self-conscious about the confrontation with your mother."
"I… do," she admitted. "I know what are you going to say. She's my mother, and she'll accept me, but I can't help."
"Well, I agree. Your mother should be a lovely woman for raising such an amazing daughter like you," he said, the compliment growing her blush even further. "However, if you're feeling bad, maybe you should wait until the morning to confront her. Being confronted in the middle of the night couldn't exactly help her mood. Maybe you should stay in the motel for the night and confront her in the morning."
"It wouldn't work," Buffy whispered in a soft tone.
"Why?" he asked, sounding concerned.
She wanted to ignore the question, but with his fingers dancing on her shoulders in a way she hadn't felt before, she found it harder to ignore that idea. "I can't afford it," she admitted, feeling small. "I spent my last money to buy this ticket."
"No need to feel ashamed, Buffy. You have survived the big city for months, that's already an incredible achievement. I know how hard to take such a step without support. Your financial struggles don't make you a failure."
She could feel her damaged self-esteem, bruised after trying to work as a waitress in the big city, hurt by the constant insults and dismissal, recover a bit. She might have met with him just an hour ago, but his words still helped her to dispel the cloud over her.
The weight of her unsuccessful foray to independence.
"T-thanks," Buffy answered, as she pressed her shoulder against her seat, while his hands dipped down to her back, continuing to unravel her stress knots. Another moan escaped her mouth, though she managed to keep it subtle enough that the sound of the bus buried it.
Buffy gulped, wondering if going along with the massage was a bit too much. A mistake, even, but the way her heartbeat as he called her beautiful made it very hard to actually tell that. To distract herself from that, she started sitting even better in her uncomfortable seat, her hand slipping to the side.
A part of her was even hoping that his fingers would slip to somewhere a bit more questionable, giving her an excuse to finally stop the massage… though she wasn't entirely sure she would take that chance.
Ironically, she was getting a little antsy as the stress continued to disappear. And, she recognized the reason. She wasn't familiar with the absence of a constant tightness in her body, showing just how big of a part the stress was taking in her life.
No wonder she had fallen into pieces during the end-of-the-year fiasco.
However, as the stress drained, it left its place for another sensation. One that he could help to remove… though she could never dare to ask his help. First, because they had just met.
Second, her last - and only - experience had been a spectacular failure, and she couldn't repeat it. Maybe, if he was the one with the initiative…
She checked his reflection in the bus window, hoping to find arousal on his face. The reflection was enough for her sharp eyes, and she found his expression was calm and focused, which disappointed her. For once, she was disappointed about the lack of desire.
Still, Buffy was fine.
Perfectly fine.
Why wouldn't she be fine?
"Close your eyes and clear your mind. You're getting tense once again," he whispered.
"Sorry about it. We're about to arrive in Sunnydale, and I'm feeling stressed," she said, giving an excuse. She felt bad for lying, but it was better than telling the truth.
"Look, if you're that self-conscious about it, why don't I rent a room for you in the motel as well."
"I - I can't ask you to do that," Buffy interrupted quickly, feeling self-conscious about his helpful attitude due to her lie.
"It's not a bother. You spent your time acting like a guide. It's hardly a bother for me as well. But, I'm going going to insist and annoy you, you're smart enough to know what you want."
Buffy doubted the accuracy of his generous statement, but it was good to hear someone actually trust her judgment rather than coming up with a dozen reasons why she was stupid enough to miss even the simplest reasons and she shouldn't bother thinking.
Her friends meant well, but that didn't prevent her from constantly feeling stupid.
"Thanks," she said, and let the silence rule, even when she saw the billboard welcoming the visitors to Sunnydale, which was just damaged enough to give the true sentiment behind the statement.
A literal hellhole.
When the bus finally came to a stop, he pulled his hands away. "So, feeling better?" he asked.
"Much better. I don't remember the last time I felt this calm," Buffy admitted truthfully.
He smiled. It was a soft smile, kind, yet with a mischievous edge, and she felt her heart jump. It was a smile that made her body churn in excitement. Then, he spoke. "Good, that would have made me sad. I didn't want to fail on our date," he said, which didn't help her composure any.
"D-date," Buffy said, her shock clear. "T-this is not a date?"
"It isn't?" he said. "We talked, we flirted, and we shared our lives. While we didn't have food or dance, which would have made it much better, it was still beautiful enough to count in my top five. Isn't it the same for you?"
"Well… this takes the top," Buffy found herself admitting, which she realized was incredibly sad. What did it say about her life that a pleasant discussion on a bus was the best date she ever had.
"Then, let's make it even better," he said, and before she could say anything, his hand landed on her chin. A gentle, soft touch.
Warm.
Just like his lips…
Damn, I thought as I felt Buffy's lips, expecting a passive peck, only for her arms to wrap around my neck to pull me into a far deeper kiss than I expected. "Warm," she murmured as her tongue joined, with a desperation I didn't expect. Though the fact that she was surprised by my warmth was not surprising - the benefits of competing against a vampire, were a rather easy achievement.
She was starved for touch, I recognized.
However, even more important than her kiss was the sudden line of writing in my sight.
[Status updated. Buffy - Crush. Reward: 10P]
[Achievement. Buffyverse - First kiss. Reward: 5P]
[SHOP UNLOCKED]
I had no idea about the value of the points, and what exactly the shop had. I just hoped that it would help me somewhat in a world filled with vampires.
Still, before poking into the shop, I needed to make a decision about what to do about her enthusiastic kiss…
Chapter 4
Buffy was blushing badly as she pulled back from the kiss, unable to ignore the rapid beat of her head, unable to believe the intensity of her reaction.
… but the warmth of his lips against hers affected her far more intensely than she thought to be possible. She should pull back, to gather her nerves.
"So, beautiful, would you like to extend our date further?" he asked. Buffy wanted to say no - no, she corrected herself. She didn't want to say no, certainly not; she just thought that saying no and pulling back was the better idea.
After all, they had just met.
But, his enthusiastic expression was hard to deny, especially when combined with her out-of-control heart attack. His hand, gently resting on the small of her back, dancing gently in a way that triggered a lot of emotions in her that she hadn't felt for a long while hadn't made things any easier.
Buffy just had the best moments she had experienced for the last six months - and wasn't that a sad rendition of her life - and as much as she needed to have a talk with her mother, extending the fun was more tempting.
"Well, how about some dancing," Buffy offered. "We have a nice club here…" she started, then blushed, comparing Bronze to real impressive clubs she had seen back in the city, feeling self-conscious about the offer.
"Don't worry, with you in, it'll be amazing," he said, and Buffy found herself blushing. "Let's go, the motel shouldn't be too far away. We can drop our bags and move to Bronze from there."
"A good idea," Buffy admitted. She didn't need to ask which motel, as there was only one. She walked with him, wishing that there wouldn't be any kind of emergency even as she chuckled at his story about an escaped monkey stealing his hat in the zoo.
Her own zoo experiences included possessed friends and dismembered witch doctors. Much less fun.
Though, as they walked to the motel, she acted like she didn't realize his arm staying around her waist, his warmth was comfortable. Though, as she walked, she couldn't help but compare it to Angel, his nature as a vampire making sure there would be no physical warmth from holding him. A big drawback.
Just not as big as his lost soul.
"You're distracted," he said as he stopped his story. "We can skip dancing if you're not in the mood."
Buffy looked at his face, afraid that it was an excuse, but only saw a poorly hidden disappointment, showing that he clearly wanted to go dancing. He was just being a gentleman by offering.
That was enough for Buffy to dispel the ghost of her tragic past relationship and focus on the present. She had just returned to Sunnydale, but that was still a new page. She wasn't going to wallow in past tragedies.
"No, just feeling jittery after returning. I didn't think I would be back… especially so soon."
"I understand," he said. "How about I distract you from it?"
"Hmm. A nice offer, but how-" she started, but it was all she was able to say before her lips were sealed with another kiss, stealing her words and her breath at the same time, and when he pulled back, she was giggling, her earlier sadness long gone.
Maybe she didn't need to abandon Sunnydale to ignore the darkness of her life.
With that, the distance between them and Bronze was gone in an instant. They must have stopped by the motel, as they had managed to get rid of their luggage, but Buffy was having the time of her life laughing and kissing to pay attention to such details.
Her mood only got better when she arrived at Bronze. It was late enough that the club was already half-empty, and Buffy didn't feel any vampires around. More importantly, she didn't see any of her friends.
Which was excellent, as the last thing Buffy wanted was to talk with the friends she had been estranged from for months while she had been enjoying a date.
"Pay attention to me, sweetie," he whispered, and once again, Buffy ignored them in favor of being dragged into the dance floor, though she made sure to drag him toward a shadowed corner. She was too well-known in Sunnydale, and the last thing she needed was a wannabe vampire to hear about her return and crash her date.
It wouldn't be the first time.
"Oh, sexy," he murmured as he looked around once they had been half-hidden behind a support beam, the poor lighting of the club helping them to hide even more. His hands dipped down, cupping her ass, misreading the reason for her choice of location, and thinking that she had dragged him there to escalate their fun.
That wasn't the case, but with his lips sealing hers once more while his fingers dug into her ass, she found it very unappealing to actually inform her about that. She was happy with their dance taking an amorous tone, especially since even as he escalated the situation, it didn't stop him from dancing.
And, it turned out that he was an excellent dancer, his body moving to the rhythm of the music, giving her a chance to dance as much as she wanted. Angel had been too broody to actually accompany her to a dance, and she was too obsessed with him to try with someone else. Even a friendly one was not an option, as Xander was too obsessed with her not to take the wrong message, and even some girls-night-out was not an option with Willow's habits.
Ironically, Cordelia was the only one who could accompany Buffy to a night of fun, but their relationship was far too fraught to even have a friendly night out.
Though, those were the thoughts she had processed absent-mindedly while she abandoned her body to his hands, for once happy to follow someone else's lead… especially since he didn't immediately try to push her momentary passivity for more, limiting himself to safe limits.
Pity she wasn't wearing a skirt, or even better, a nice little black dress.
Maybe for their next date… if there was a next date.
Just like that, all insecurities were back. What if a vampire interrupted their date, scaring him away. What if someone cursed him. What if a demon decided to hunt around a bit. What if a bored sorcerer…
The possibilities were endless, Buffy realized as the events of the last two years slammed into her, realizing just how easily things could go badly. Maybe… just maybe, there was no harm in pushing for more.
Especially since they were conveniently in concealed and shadowy corners.
She grabbed one of his hands, and pulled away from her ass. He pulled back from the kiss, misreading her move, so she used her other hand to pull him back into the kiss, using her tongue to tell him that he did nothing wrong.
Meanwhile, she brought his other hand on her chest, leaving once his hand nicely covered her breast over her clothes. He was quick to squeeze, and Buffy let out a nice moan to tell him that everything was going perfectly well.
She deserved some uncomplicated fun with a nice man she liked. The little crush she was feeling made it even better. The song changed… and changed again…
They were still dancing, but Buffy was the first one to admit they were getting a bit too close. They weren't kissing, but only because she had turned her back to her, pressing her ass to his very obvious bulge, rubbing desperately. When they started, his hands were on her hips, leading her movement, but they soon departed that location to slip under her shirt.
As his hands moved up, her belly ended up naked… while his hands were on her breasts, squeezing her breasts aggressively, each push giving her another jolt of pleasure.
That was a bit much, especially as his fingers occasionally pushed her bra away to caress her naked breasts in fleeting moments, but before she could make a decision, they were gone, short enough to be accidental.
She was split between intervening to stop or letting it go even further… but before she could make a decision one way or another, she noticed a young woman following a man to a back alley… and, much to her disappointment, she easily identified the vampire.
A horrible interruption, one that she wanted to ignore, but couldn't.
Duty called once more.
"Hey, handsome. Do you mind getting us drinks, we're getting a bit too hot," she whispered, hoping that it would be just one vampire so she could get rid of him and focus back on her fun…
[Achievement. Buffyverse - Dancing hot and heavy. Reward: 5P]
"Wow, that was fun," I murmured even as I watched Buffy take a step toward the alley, and couldn't help but sneak behind her, somehow managing to stay concealed while her whole attitude shifted from a horny young woman to a dangerous assassin.
And, there was something wrong with me, as I found that shift very alluring.
Admittedly, that was not exactly a surprise, as seducing the wives of dangerous mafia hitmen even before my supernatural call to adventure was hardly the action of a reasonable man… But I liked what I liked, and it was too late to worry about it now.
I just needed to decide what to do now, especially since I was split between going and 'helping' her, which would give me a reasonable excuse about knowing the vampires - though I was afraid that it would put me into the mortal-needing-protection category and making seduction much more challenging - or waiting with the drinks and act unaware of her little slaying adventure.
It might be a nice opportunity to see a little Faith had shared during the show… that slaying actually made her horny.
Chapter 5
It was a difficult call, but in the end, I decided to focus on the path that would keep me away from the supernatural aspects of her life until we got closer.
I didn't want her to suddenly cut me off, suddenly afraid of making me a target to the vampires. Admittedly, I was afraid of it as well, but my unique circumstances made it a lesser danger. I was far more afraid of what might happen if I failed in my supernaturally assigned mission.
So, I went to the bar and picked four shots - the most I could afford after paying the motel for three days of stay, meaning finding work was something I needed to focus on immediately tomorrow - and went back.
As I went back, I considered summoning the Shop, but Buffy had already finished dealing with the vampire before I could pick up the drinks - she was incredibly efficient - and I had no idea whether there would be any physical signs of such an event.
I could have gone to our earlier location, but while dancing, I had examined the bar carefully, and found out that there was an even more obscure corner we could go to, which conveniently had a table that would hide our lower body while also allowing me to put down the drinks.
I walked there, and Buffy was quick to walk there. When she first appeared, she was still in her assassin mode, but as she walked, the nature of her tenseness changed. The tightness of her eyes disappeared while her breath quickened, the flush on her face as telling as the sudden dilation of her pupils.
Combining to confirm Faith's declaration about post-slaying horniness.
Excellent.
Buffy was excited as she met with her date, for once a supernatural encounter hadn't ruined everything. "Thanks for the drink," Buffy said the moment she arrived, and immediately drank three of them while William barely managed to drink one.
"Someone is thirsty," he commented.
"Sorry," Buffy answered with an insincere smile. She needed some alcohol after the near scare - not the vampires, but the fear that her date was about to be ruined. "I'll make it up to you."
"Now, those words are far more delicious than the sub-par vodka they had," he said as he grabbed her waist once more. Buffy was quick to turn, replicating their earlier pose as she felt his hardness against her ass.
She wanted to continue just where they had started.
He must have shared her opinion, as his hands were immediately on her belly, slipping under her shirt once more. But, with the adrenaline of combat still in her veins, his touch felt even more incredible.
"Are you feeling brave?" he asked before the song even came to an end.
She chuckled. What a silly question. She was the slayer. She was always brave. "You wouldn't have asked that question if you knew me better. I'm never afraid."
"Well, good to know," he whispered into her ear while the music stopped for a moment, his tone throaty enough to make her shiver, making her feel like she had never felt before. However, just as the music started, she froze.
His fingers found the hook of her bra.
It clicked with her that his question about bravery wasn't in the same direction. But, even as she felt the hold of her bra weaken, she felt unable to correct him. She would look weak if she actually changed her mind… and that was one thing she wouldn't do.
Though, as he pulled off her bra without removing her shirt - with ease that implied it wasn't the first time he had been dealing with it - she was surprised to find that she was excited about the prospect. Here she was, in a club, without a bra, her nipples hard enough to be visible over her shirt…
"You're a brave girl," he said, loud enough to be heard in the club, yet still managing his throaty tone, while his hands took the same place they were holding before the interruption stopped their dance.
This time, there was no bra to limit his touch, and he was mauling her naked breasts. She should have stopped him, but he continued…
Admittedly, the way she was rubbing her ass against his hardness desperately signaled him to stop.
Things didn't get any better when he whispered into her ear, her mind shouted, though her body disagreed significantly. "Bend down," he ordered, and she followed that, her body taking a ninety-degree angle.
It might have been sad to lose his touch, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her close, his hips repeatedly slamming against her, her tits dancing with each slam without her bra. It was not something she had ever done before… but with each second, she was questioning the exact reason for that decision.
After all, what was the harm, especially since they were in a nice corner, with a high cocktail table perfectly hiding her body from the rest of the dancers.
A rare lucky break for her.
Buffy abandoned herself to her feelings, his dry humping perfectly aligned with the music. She felt like showing off, so she tapped her cheerleader days. She leaned further, and soon, she was grabbing her ankles to show off her flexibility.
He tightened his grip and pulled her even closer, his hits getting even more desperate, her body tingling intensely in a way she had never felt before.
She only repositioned herself when the song came to an end, finally turning to face him… only for him to capture her lips. She found herself pressed against the wall, the dancing forgotten as his tongue hungrily invaded her mouth. She felt the satisfaction of driving him mad, but when his hands landed on her breasts once more, she decided to pay back.
Her hand sneaked down, her supernatural agility becoming useful as she unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock. She was planning to grab it over his boxers, but somehow, she realized it was already freed from his boxers, so she touched his naked skin.
"Daring, I love it," he gasped, and she immediately changed her mind about pulling back. Instead, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pumping repeatedly, taking note of his warmth and his size, making her heart flutter helplessly.
She should have stopped, but the way he throbbed under her touch made it impossible. She couldn't help but compare it to Angel, her only other experience, and even without the surprise condition of soul loss, it was different. Warm instead of cold, moving instead of still…
And even the passion he was showing was different. Angel had treated her kindly, gently, like she was a precious object that could be broken. It had been cute at that time, but, compared to William's passionate assault, she looked back far less fondly. It was nice to be treated with passion rather than a breakable vase.
She was the Slayer, she could take it.
With her feelings reaching an overwhelming degree, she did nothing to stop him as his fingers dipped down, caressing her belly gently, even though she understood exactly where he was going.
Instead, she let her tongue dance even more wildly as he slipped his hand into her jeans and bypassed her panties. His fingers danced roughly at her entrance to give her the exact same treatment, each touch pushing her pleasure to a new stage.
It was too much, she admitted in her mind, but that was the limit. She didn't say those words out loud, nor did she actually push him away. She didn't even stop the reckless movement of her hands.
What was the harm in finishing? After all, it wasn't like he would push for more, right? They were already at the limit of what could be done in public, and since they reached there, there was no harm in finishing.
Almost the limit, she corrected when his fingers actually slipped inside, mercilessly fingering her, any innocence, even the excuse of one, was long gone.
She pulled back from the kiss, but rather than saying anything, she just moaned, trusting the loud music to suppress her voice. He used the opportunity to push his fingers even deeper, and she barely cared her jeans slipped down around her ankles. Her Slayer senses were strong enough to catch if someone had moved close enough to catch them.
Though, that also meant he had dragged her even deeper into the nice corner they were in, ensuring they would stay hidden unless there was a big accident. She would have complained… but she was very happy about it. His lips locking on her neck, kissing her in a way she had never felt before, just enhanced her happiness.
She was happy enough that, even when he moved down, kissing her cleavage, she said nothing. Nor when he pushed her shirt down enough to reveal one of her breasts, capturing her nipple between his lips, his teeth squeezing her nipple hard.
She just shivered. She should stop… but she failed, the taste of pleasure, with an intensity that she had never felt before was simply too much.
Everything needed to continue. She just let him do whatever he wanted… even when he pulled his fingers back.
And replaced it with something else.
Chapter 6
[Achievement. Buffyverse - Very Dirty Dancing. Reward: 10P]
I had many reasons to stop after finishing Buffy with my fingers.
The first was the complicated nature of my location. It wasn't that I was against some public adventure, but Sunnydale was hardly the best location to take such risks.
The second was the complicated nature of my situation. Lost in a universe that was supposed to be fictional, I should stop and study the Shop, the only advantage in the mysterious location I found myself in.
And, the third was the identity and the potential of the sexy blonde in front of me. She was the Slayer, meaning she could easily snap me half the moment she felt like I pushed too hard.
Yet, as I pressed my cock against the entrance of the quivering blonde beauty that lay in front of me while her body was covered with the flashing lights of the club, my instincts boiled to the surface, impossible to deny. Any reasonable person would have stopped, but maybe the reason I found myself here was that I was not reasonable.
Especially not when the sexy and famous slayer lay in front of me, begging for it, still wheezing with the pleasure of my intense finger-fucking.
How could a wolf resist the delicious temptation of a lamb, even if the lamb had superpowers?
Ignoring everything else, I pushed inside, enjoying the way she wrapped around me, the tightest I had ever felt…
Buffy was in trouble.
Though, not because of the reason anyone else seeing her might have thought if they saw her, being pushed against the wall of Bronze, half-naked, her panties pushed aside while being invaded by a thick monster.
No, that was easy to resolve… if she wished so. The problem was that. Her absolute lack of intent of stopping him, even if all that was between her and a scandal would have driven her away from Sunnydale the moment she decided to return.
Her lips shared her opinion, as when she opened her mouth, only one word escaped her mouth. "Harder!" Though, that was not the only sound she made, her solitary word followed by a chain of moans…
"If you think you can handle it, beautiful," he answered, and somehow, the compliment made everything better. Yet, she focused on the challenge.
"I can handle everything," she answered, acutely aware that it was those words that made her end up in that situation. But, as she was filled with an intense pleasure she had never felt before, she found it very difficult to actually complain about it.
He followed his words, and his hips moved with a shocking speed, invading her. She closed her eyes, ignoring the precarious nature of their position while focusing solely on the sensation being filled as she, for once in her life, stayed passive, allowing him to take her against the wall.
His pace was amazing… not that she had much experience other than a quickie with Angel, and the few movies she had watched with Willow. He moved rapidly and confidently, in a way that told Buffy that not only she was not his first - not that she had any such expectations - but she was certainly not in one digits.
Likely not in early two digits either.
However, that only made her focus more on the pleasure she was getting.
She had always felt restless after slaying, and for a long time, she had assumed that it was about the stress of the hunt, or the fact that she was a supernatural huntress.
Yet, the same gap she had always felt had been being filled rapidly with the movement of her hips, suggesting that it might have been more physical than she might have assumed.
A physical need that he was filling expertly, both figuratively and literally. His hands were right around her hips as he invaded recklessly, pushing into her untouched depths with every push, invading her whole being.
So, when he pulled back without a warning, she felt a deep fear, that they had reached his limits. It was too soon.
Luckily, that turned out to be a pointless fear as he just grabbed her shoulder and made her turn, and she found herself leaning against the wall, her back arching to maintain her balance. Before letting her recover her balance, he grabbed her naked ass and pushed her inside, invading her even harder.
And soon, a spank landed on her ass.
She should have hated the sudden roughness. It was rude and demeaning… but that didn't explain the pleasure she felt. Her moan went unheard with the loud music, but the same didn't apply to her tightness.
"You like being spanked, don't you, Buffy," he whispered.
She said nothing, somehow feeling too shy to answer such a question, but the way her ass pushed back to take him even deeper was answer enough, and her pussy getting tighter was just unnecessary confirmation.
She always believed herself to be a good girl. Yet, she was bent against a club wall, in her hometown, being fucked and spanked while her tits jiggled, one of them still out due to her skewed shirt.
She didn't resist his reckless invasion, nor did she try to slow him down, not even when his spanks turned regular while he aligned himself to push even deeper. "Damn, girl. You're certainly a bad girl, but you're certainly tight. " His tone lacked the earlier softness. It was sharp and domineering.
She loved the contrast, not that she could tell him if she felt otherwise. Not with her throat busy moaning and howling…
He slowed down once again, and she panicked once again, expecting him to stop again. It took a second for her to realize it was the silence between the songs. She could have used the opportunity to ask him to stop, slow down, move back to her motel… or even ask him to drag her to the bathroom.
Yet, she asked none of them. Life taught her that delaying pleasure meant it would be interrupted by another vampire attack, a demonic invasion, or yet one more magical accident.
"Harder," she begged. "Please. I'm a bad girl and I need to be fucked harder."
"Oh, what a surprise," he said. She wanted to ask what exactly was the surprise, but before she could do so, the music started once again. He started fucking her once again, his hand landing on her ass repeatedly, each spank harder than the last.
She was not unfamiliar with pain. Living her life in constant danger fighting against supernatural threats ensured that pain was a constant companion.
The tingling sensation that followed, leaving her trembling with a desire for more, however, was brand new.
And she loved it.
Which was why, when he grabbed her hair and yanked back hard, using as leverage to push for more, the spanks landing on her ass rhythmically to fit the pace of the depraved dance they were sharing.
The intensity of the pleasure she was feeling made her understand why people were so obsessed with sex. If it was what they were feeling every single time instead of the boring emptiness she felt during her only other encounter, she understood their obsession far better.
Then, she abandoned those pointless questions and focused on the pleasure, gasping and moaning as he continued to fuck her from behind, her moans getting rougher. She was glad for the pointlessly loud music, the only thing between her and the biggest scandal of her life - and she had been blamed for a murder.
He fucked, and she moaned and moaned, until the pleasure got too much, and she started trembling, the most intense orgasm of her life hitting her. Her legs lost their strength, and she collapsed, only for him to grab her waist and slide her against the wall.
He said something, which was hard to hear with the music. But, she didn't need to hear him to understand what he meant as he pushed his shaft against her lips. She took it readily, and he exploded in her mouth, filling her with his taste, mixed with her own…
"Fuck, that was amazing," I murmured as I watched a dazed Buffy gulping down my cum desperately even as she looked dazed after a desperate fuck… I had lost control while enjoying her body, and treated her far rougher than I had been planning.
I could easily read that she enjoyed the rough treatment or I would have stopped, but as she reacted positively, I lost control as well.
Though, the weird magic that put me in rewarded me for that recklessness, as told by the lines of writing that invaded my vision.
[Status updated. Buffy - Hints of Obsession. Reward: 20P]
[Status updated. Buffy - First Steps of Corruption. Reward: 50P]
[Achievement. Buffyverse - A public show. Reward: 10P]
[Achievement. Buffyverse - Ladies first. Reward: 10P]
Now, I needed to decide what to do. The smart thing was to let her go back while making sure the next few days would go to my benefit, but dragging her to my motel for even more fun was more tempting.
Of course, there was also an option to stay here and continue… but that would mean risking getting caught. It would be extremely stupid… but that didn't mean it wasn't tempting.
Chapter 7
"M-maybe I should go home," Buffy whispered once we left the club, though she made no move to actually remove my arm from her waist. Yet, I could sense her tensing under my touch. She clearly wanted to continue, but she was also afraid of the intensity of what she had just experienced.
Luckily, I had a valid excuse. Whether she would jump into it or not would be a little test of her desire for more. "If you wish so," I said. "But maybe you would like to take a shower before going, maybe change."
Her eyes widened. "D-do I need one?" she asked as she checked her clothing.
"It's better safe than sorry," I said, but let my smirk widen just enough to show her that it was just an excuse.
"You're right," she whispered, her voice too throaty to be talking about the shower. Excellent, I thought, though I was surprised by the amount of effort that was required to actually convince her. The barest excuse was enough to convince her to follow me.
I had deliberately not touched her on the way, curious about her reaction. She was content walking next to me at first, but as I kept myself to an arm around her waist, she started to react more playfully.
Nothing could be classified as truly forward. A lip bite here, an exaggerated gasp there… and her nipples, poking through her shirt thanks to the fact that I had made it disappear once I had removed it, begged for even more attention.
When we finally arrived at the motel, she was already flustered.
"Welcome to my humble home," I said as I unlocked the door, and she followed me inside. "The shower is there."
"Ah, alright," she whispered, the expression on her face utterly beautiful. She looked like she had just learned Santa wasn't real, her arousal turning into frustration as I pointed to the shower rather than moving to her just like she expected.
Even as she looked at the bathroom door, she leaned forward, her nipples tenting her shirt. It was a great loss that she was still wearing her travel shirt rather than something sexier.
Hopefully, she would be able to dig something more interesting from her bag… and if she couldn't, there was always shopping.
I sat on the bed - as there were not many places I could sit in the tiny motel room - and waited for her decision, curious whether she would dare to take action. It sounded risky, but it was anything but.
In the worst case, I would just follow her into the shower once she went into the bathroom. I was sure she was environmentally conscious enough to not waste any water…
Buffy was in a dilemma.
When they stepped out of the club, she was determined to stop and go back home. Not because she was burning with a sudden need to talk with her mother - they had been apart for three months, and one more day wouldn't hurt - but because she needed to get a chance to breathe and assess the situation.
She went crazy in the club.
She would have loved to blame William, but considering she didn't even ask him to stop once but joined enthusiastically, she didn't exactly have the room to use that as an excuse.
It showed in the speed she accepted his offer for a shower, following him to his motel room despite expecting another - mindblowing - session.
Her dilemma lay on that particular point. She expected him to jump on her the moment they entered the room. She was counting on that.
Unfortunately, he seemed honest in his offer to help her… which made him sweet in a way she hadn't expected after the way he acted in the club, spanking her repeatedly while calling her a bad girl. Buffy bit her lips, looking at the bathroom. Maybe she should just take her shower and leave.
No, she decided a moment later. There was no point ruining what was turning out to be the most pleasurable night of her life. She didn't need to wonder whether he liked her, not with the visceral way he showed it in the club.
She just needed to be brave. She was the Slayer. She could do it.
"Umm, William," she whispered, hating the weak hitch in her tone.
"Yes, Buffy," he answered, far more confidently. "Feel free to share it, honey. I'll do my best to help you."
"Well, the bathroom looks a bit dirty," she whispered.
His smile fell. "I'm sorry, Buffy. I know that's not the best location, but that's all I can afford before my first paycheck-" he explained rapidly, reminding her of Willow with the way he avoided her gaze. She interrupted him.
"Oh, no, not that!" she corrected. "I… I just don't want to put my clothes there. Do…" she said, pausing for a deep breath. "Do you mind if I undress here?"
Just like that, his smile back with interest. "Of course not, Buffy. The room is yours. Do you need me to leave?"
"No!" she gasped, then blushed. "I mean, I can't kick you out of your room."
His smile turned naughty, showing that he had just realized what she was trying to tell. "Oh, you're right. Actually, come to think about it, you do owe me one for helping you heroically. How about some payment?"
"W-what do you have in mind?" Buffy answered, feeling her breath climbing wildly in her chest.
"How about a sexy strip show, honey?"
Buffy hesitated at that, but not because of her lack of willingness. She was just afraid that she wouldn't do a good job.
Luckily, he wasn't looking at her, but instead reached at the room lights. He turned off the main light, and turned on the one at the side of the bed, and suddenly, the room was covered in a dim, soft light rather than blinding fluorescent light.
Far sexier.
"Time to remember the cheerleader days, Buffy," she whispered to herself softly as she started walking toward him slowly, doing her best to look sensuous, batting her eyelashes as her smile grew.
As she walked, he reached for the radio, and after playing with it for a moment, he managed to find a sensuous, sexy beat that made her pulse go even faster.
"Perfect," she whispered with a giggle, and he chuckled.
The closer Buffy got, the slower her steps became, prioritizing the sway of her body. She was the one that offered a strip show so it needed to be perfect - well, technically he requested, but only after she asked to undress in front of him, so it didn't count.
The song he found was near the end, so Buffy spent the song twisting and twirling, letting him get in the mood. Only after the song changed did she grab the sides of her shirt, raising it slowly, giving a show of her back before letting it go. However, she let it roll up enough to leave the underside of her breasts visible.
Since she didn't have her bra.
She blushed as the memories of how she had lost her bra hit her, and the location of it. Though, as she remembered it, her movements just got braver. After all, what was there to be afraid of in a private room after what she had done in that club?
She quickly kicked off her shoes and socks before she reached down to her jeans, unbuttoning them even as she swayed her hips. Her back was turned against him, but a conveniently placed mirror was enough to check his expression, and the pure interest in his face made her even hornier. She enjoyed his undivided attention at the moment and leaned forward, presenting her ass even better.
Then, she slid down her jeans, revealing her panties once more, a little shiver was all she needed to get rid of her jeans. They weren't particularly sexy as she picked them for comfortable travel, but the advantage was the easy removal.
Which came useful in a way she hadn't expected.
He gasped, which was a sound she enjoyed immensely as she revealed her sexy legs which she had been always proud of. First the cheerleader, then the constant nightly patrols and combat training, kept them just perfect.
"Not a bad show, is it," she murmured, not even bothering to turn toward him. His appreciative growl was answer enough. Buffy still blushed, feeling embarrassed at presenting herself in such a way. Of course, it was supposed to be no big deal after the club… but that time had been a frantic rush, where she followed the desperate call of her body after a vampire encounter, letting adrenaline rule.
Here, it was a deliberate, slow action. Here, there were no poor decision excuses, and no blaming him for somehow badgering her. It was her choice.
She turned to him after stepping out of her jeans, still dancing to the music, his enjoyment shining in his intense eyes. She had never seen such intense eyes from someone not trying to kill her - another horrible detail about her pitiful life.
However, when her gaze dipped down to the massive bulge in his pants, her melancholy was quick to die. Buffy's eyes widened as the realization hit her. She had somehow taken that monster inside her easily… and she was looking for a repeat.
She had been planning to play the rest of the dance slowly, but seeing his expression getting hungrier, she responded with a coy smile of her own. She curled her fingers to the hem of her shirt, pulling in one smooth move, leaving her tits to bounce freely once she followed with a nice dance move.
His gaze locked on her breasts, but he didn't have much time to enjoy the sight. Not when she turned her back once more, and pushed her panties down rapidly. It ruined the strip show a bit, but the gasp of desire he let out as she displayed her naked ass was more than enough to hasten the fun.
The only reason he wasn't able to see her wetness was a strategic twist of her hips… which was something she did out of shame. She was sopping wet, making her feel like a true slut. She might have been more concerned about that feeling, but her entire body was burning with a fire she had never felt before.
She heard a bit of shuffling, but she didn't care much about its source, enjoying her own feelings. However, just as she was turning, he grabbed her arm, and pulled her next to him. "Tell me, Buffy," he whispered in a way that fueled the fire she had been feeling even more… and his naked, raging cock didn't help the feeling any.
"Y-yes," she stammered helplessly.
"Are you a good girl, or a bad girl?"
Buffy froze, smart enough to understand exactly what he was driving at. All she needed was to say that she was a good girl, or better, ignore the question completely and tell him that she wanted to make love. Gently, attentively, maybe even under the covers, filled with caresses…
"I - I'm a bad girl," she found herself admitting.
"And, what do bad girls get?" he asked.
"P-punishment," she whispered.
He chuckled. "Why are you not on your knees, then," he asked, and before he could even finish his sentence, she fell onto her knees, hitting hard enough that, without her Slayer endurance, she would have shattered her kneecaps.
Yet, before she could even take a deep breath, he grabbed her hair hard, and pushed her down…
Chapter 8
"Open your pretty mouth, my little slut," he whispered as he pulled her head down. She felt his crown pressing against her lips for a moment before she completed that, and he pulled her down.
She wasn't experienced when it came to blowjobs, her incredible experience was limited to one fleeting touch just an hour ago at the club, and even then, it was just to complete the fun… Here, William pulled her head down hard, and immediately, she felt his presence hitting against the back of her throat.
Not that it bothered her. She might be inexperienced when it came to blowjobs, but she was an expert in enduring hardships… and considering the way her body reacted as he invaded her throat, it hardly counted as one.
Even with the gags and coughs that escaped her throat.
He pushed and pulled, using her throat for his fun, and Buffy loved every second of it. "Oh, you like it, don't you, slut?" he asked. As he did so, he brought his foot against her wetness, caressing gently, and her muffled moans exploded. "No, you love it," he corrected. "You love your pretty lips being forced around my girth as I fucked your throat. That's what you deserve for deserting your friends, isn't it?"
"Yes," she moaned as he pulled back between gasps. "I'm a bad girl, and that's what I deserve-" she said, which was all she was able to say before he pulled her head down once more. This time, he pulled even harder, and she found her throat completely clogged, and her nose pressing against his skin.
Her eyes widened at her own ability, to take his monster into her mouth easily.
He used her throat mercilessly, fucking her face as he pulled her blonde hair hard enough to hurt, but that only made her moan harder. She was supposed to hate it, it was rough, demeaning, hard, and contrasted his gentleness greatly.
Yet, she couldn't believe just how fun was being treated like a whore while his hand was gripping her beautiful blonde hair. For once, she abandoned control, letting herself be controlled, letting herself disappear into a world where magic and mortal danger didn't matter, replaced by intense pleasure.
As her head bobbed up and down with his rough assistance, her throat was invaded repeatedly, his presence getting as familiar as the repeated gags that escaped her mouth.
She loved it.
Her pleasure grew harder and harder as he treated her like the bad girl she was, her face being fucked relentlessly and her body reacting to it… until she was hit by another orgasm, her sight flickering for a moment.
When the momentary dizziness had passed, she was already on the bed, lying listlessly. "What a lazy bad girl," he whispered as he spanked her ass, which made her moan hard. Her body was sensitive after the climax, and his hit wasn't helping.
"I want you on all fours," he warned, All fours. I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch in heat that you are." Buffy blushed, his words working wonders to drive her desire even further, but she followed his words immediately.
The least she could do after that explosive orgasm. She took the position as he wanted, facing toward the bedpost, and William was positioned behind her, slapping her ass twice more.
She just moaned.
Then, he pressed against her entrance. She had been expecting him to treat her roughly, but the intensity still surprised her. Before he could even slip, one of his hands grabbed her hair, rolling it together to be used as a handle, while his other hand slapped her ass again, even harder.
Yet, she was surprised by the speed his hips hit against her ass. She had thought that he had already shown the limits of his speed back in the club, where he roughly took her from behind. Yet, it was nothing compared to now, hitting her ass hard.
Maybe it was just the lack of deafening music, allowing her to hear the way their bodies clapped… or how she moaned as she was being taken. Regardless, it felt even harder, and it was all she needed.
She was already a mess after the merciless blowjob, and his merciless blows didn't help to recover her senses any way. He rammed her core repeatedly, making her insides slick and slippery as she reacted.
She hadn't thought it was possible to get that wet.
"Do you think you can handle it, slut," he asked as he slapped her ass once more, his hips invading her without skipping a beat. Her inner walls clenched around his girth while she moaned, happy that they were in a motel.
She had patrolled the neighborhood repeatedly, and heard such cries many times. It was a nice change of pace that it was her that was moaning rather than listening to them. She abandoned herself to pleasure, her back arching with the invasion of pleasure.
"Oh, Buffy. I'm going to fuck you all night long. Is this what you want?"
"Yes," she responded immediately, more than happy with the suggestion. He chuckled, but she couldn't help but focus on the pleasure invading her whole being. Why should she argue against it, when it was what she wanted in the first place?
As his cock buried inside her to stretch her in a way she had never felt before, the time lost its meaning. She couldn't help but climax again, this time accompanied by his explosion filling her as well. It felt like just a few minutes… but a glimpse of the clock next to the bed showed that it had been twenty minutes since she positioned herself on all fours.
"That was amazing," she managed to whisper as she collapsed, and he collapsed next to her, his muscular chest going up and down with his breathing. Yet, even as she did so, she couldn't help but feel afraid that he would continue to treat her badly.
Somehow, it felt different.
Yet, what she feared hadn't happened. "Sweetie, that was just a start," he said as he collapsed next to her, but his hand wrapped around her waist with a surprising gentleness and pulled her against his chest, his gentleness shocking her.
Especially when he kissed her head softly.
She couldn't help but sigh contently as she raised her head, capturing his lips with a gentle, lingering kiss, once again losing track of time, this time in gentleness. His hands and his lips caressed every inch of her body gently, quickly building a haze that was enough to drive her crazy.
She moaned as his lips captured her nipples, the pleasure invading her whole being while his fingers slipped into her wet, stained core, which soon turned into another gentle kiss…
And, at one point, the gentleness disappeared once more, and the punishment came to play once more. She found herself on her back, holding against the bedpost like her life depended on it, her legs pressing against his shoulders while he drilled her mercilessly, folded into a nice, fun-sized shape.
"Oh, Buffy, you are my little whore," he gasped. "Do you want me to cum inside again?"
"Yes," she just moaned, happy with the rough connection. She could always take an after-morning pill to remove the risk. For now, she just wanted to be connected.
And wanted.
Climaxing repeatedly around his impaling cock allowed her to feel that. All she could do was to helplessly orgasm around his dick, her inner walls trying, struggling to milk his release.
Yet, she wanted more, happy to once again shift into a gentle kiss… Which turned into another rough embrace as the sun finally appeared, and he finally dragged her into the shower. "Wow, I should think twice before asking to use your shower. You demand an important price-" she said, turning into a gasped as he pushed her against the wall, and she hit the ceramic.
"Luckily, I have the biggest whore of Sunnydale to pay that price," he growled as he slid inside her again, mercilessly invading her pussy once again. She was glad for her Slayer recovery, or she would have been chafing horribly.
As he rammed inside, Buffy was sure she would pay that price again.
Happily.
I couldn't help but smile as Buffy walked away after one last kiss, leaving me alone in the motel. I would have loved to follow her, but I was completely spent.
Ignoring the complicated supernatural chain of events that brought me here, it was arguably the best carnal experience of my life. Buffy was inexperienced, true, but what she lacked in initiative and skill, she more than made up with her incredible willingness to try everything.
Not to mention, her supernatural endurance and her incredible flexibility were an incredible combination. And, best of all, it was just the beginning.
I wanted to sleep, but before I could disappear that, I turned my attention to more immediate concerns. The Shop, and the rewards. I was willing to delay things while she was with me, unaware of how it would work.
But without Buffy, I needed to see exactly what the shop offered. Hopefully, I would receive some benefits.
First, the reward.
[Status updated. Buffy - Growing Obsession. Reward: 50P]
[Status updated. Buffy - Touch of Domination. Reward: 50P]
[Achievements. Buffyverse - 5 Achievements, click for details. Reward: 10Px5]
The long night was not only fun, but also it brought a lot of rewards.
I called Shop.
[Shop Initialized…
Available Points: 270
ABILITIES:
Instant Combat Package (Special Forces, Buffyverse only): 25P
Instant Combat Package (Special Forces, Permanent): 250P
Instant Magic Package (Intermediate Buffyverse Sorcerer, Buffyverse only): 50P
POWERS:
Supernatural Strength I (Buffyverse only): 100P
Supernatural Endurance I (Buffyverse only): 100P
ITEMS:
Special Training Montage (Warning: Requires the assistance of a corrupted heroine. Permanent Gains): 50P
Instant Recovery: 100P
Instant Weapon (Mundane): 50P
Instant Weapon (Magical): 250P
UPGRADE:
Shop Upgrade Tier 1: 1000P]
"Wow, that's a lot less than I expected," I murmured as I examined the options. "And, expensive."
I had a lot of decisions to make.
And the first segment of the Buffyverse is finally complete. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Also, don't forget that you can not only find the advance chapters on , but you can also vote for the story choices.
Chapter 9
It hadn't taken long to pick the first priority of the items I wanted to buy. Magic in Buffyverse was pretty chaotic, which was a good reason not to prioritize it, and while Supernatural enhancement of my physical abilities was tempting, I decided to make a more solid investment first.
[Instant Combat Package (Special Forces, Permanent) - Purchase successful]
Even as I completed that, I was thinking about the next step, which was the Training Montage. It looked promising, especially considering my growing relationship with Buffy.
[Integration initiated! Please stand by!]
[First purchase bonus acquired. Free physical improvement. Welcome to the physical peak!]
The message looked welcome, but the moment that notification popped, an intense pain hit me, every single muscle I had burning and cramping at the time. It was hard to enjoy the gift while I was trembling with pain.
Soon, passed out.
When I woke up again, it was already noon. "Huh, no pain," I murmured as I stood up, feeling different. I checked the mirror, and a smile appeared on my face.
Having seduction as my primary hobby, I had always been careful about my looks, aware that it was a weapon that was always useful. Regular exercise had been a part of it, even when I was locked in my home.
However, after the latest improvement, the subtle changes I had experienced added a slight yet effective improvement to my looks. Curious, I started doing push-ups. Ordinarily, I should be stuck around somewhere near forty, but I easily managed to clear a hundred.
"It seems the improvement is over the function, and the looks are just a bonus," I murmured, before I moved on to the next part of my training. I tested a few simple punches and kicks, and they flew with shocking alacrity. "Not bad," I murmured as I grabbed a pen, going through the simple knife fighting moves… before I moved on to aiming with a fake gun, my mind filled with memories about the types of weapons, advantages, disadvantages, and maintenance tips.
"Not bad indeed," I murmured as I continued to think about the other abilities I received as a part of the package, though I didn't have a way to check the effectiveness of the grapple techniques or the explosive proficiency. Later, I decided.
As I took another shower, I started considering my strategy. First, I needed to visit Buffy's house while she wasn't at home. The current storyline was about some kind of voodoo mask resurrecting people as zombies, which I could get rid of easily before the events could start.
My aim wasn't just making Buffy's life easier - though that helped, as the less busy she was, the more time we could spend together. The last thing I needed was to stay away from her until she started developing doubts about a possible relationship.
Even without the benefits of the shop, I wasn't in the mood to stop seeing the sexy blonde with supernatural abilities.
I started walking toward Buffy's house - luckily I had the presence of mind to ask for her address before she left - but as I did so, I had some plans. First, stopped by a second-hand clothing store and bought a cheap bag, an old military knife, a nice amulet with a cross, and a large wooden cross that could fit in the bag.
My next destination was a church - finding one was easy, as I passed several on the way, an easy task in a small town with forty-three churches - where I sweet-talked the priest for a few bottles of holy water - though I hadn't had to talk much. A few mentions about feeling like I was being watched by an evil force were enough for the priest to agree.
It seemed that whatever force was keeping people from fully registering the presence of vampires wasn't fully effective, as the priest was too easy to part with the holy water. Probably the subconscious acknowledgment of the fact that he was a priest in a world filled with vampires.
I added three stakes into the bag, and just like that, my little anti-vampire kit was as ready as it could be in short order. No harm in being over-prepared at the edge of a portal to a literal hell dimension.
Compared to my preparations, the little house adventure had been trivial. The skills I used to sneak out of the houses successfully whenever the husband of the lady in question visited the house earlier than we predicted proved equally useful in sneaking in.
I removed the mask, replacing it with another I had picked from the charity shop, then threw that fake one and broke it into two. Hopefully, they would believe it fell on its own and broke… though I didn't care much even if they didn't believe that.
I walked away after that, found a nice secluded alley, and smashed the mask in pieces. I was hoping for some kind of reward for resolving the challenge, but nothing happened.
The supernatural rewards made my objectives very clear.
Luckily, even discounting the possible benefits, I had three valid objectives for the night. The first, and the simplest reason was that I didn't want to walk around a town filled with resurrected zombies. The casual presence of the vampires was complicated enough.
The second benefit was that I planned to crash Buffy's welcoming party even if she didn't call me, and I didn't want our fun to be interrupted.
But, the most important weapon was her relationship with her friend group. Their relationship was currently struggling, which was a detail I liked. The more distant she was from them, the more she would depend on me for emotional fulfillment. As far as I remember from the episode, the party turned out to be a disaster without the intervention of the zombies, and I would like that to continue as much as possible.
Preferably until my emotional relationship with Buffy reached an intense phase.
Admittedly, not a manipulative move, but not the meanest trick I pulled.
Speaking of tricks, I spent some time looking for a computer, which I found after some great difficulty. Computers were not entirely common, and the ones that existed were pretty much ancient.
Perils of living in the late nineties.
Once I found a computer, however, I had two objectives. First, I dug around a bit and sent several scam emails around. I was not exactly a full-time conman, but growing up around the criminals, I was aware of some of the common tricks, and they were enough to make a living.
After all, I needed money to buy gifts for my ladies. I usually preferred simpler tricks, but living a year inside forced me to expand my digital tricks.
And, now that I was back in time, I was able to apply some of them in a wholesale manner.
A few successful returns should be enough to give me enough spending money, maybe even enough to find a better living location. Though, I didn't dare to pull any complicated trick, just enough to get a few passwords. With the common security protocols not in place, success should be trivial.
Then, I moved on to my next, and more important task. Creating a complicated digital presence for a talent management agency for music groups.
Buffy was my biggest target, but not the only target, and my biggest between that and my mission was Oz. The next few weeks were supposed to be critical for the relationship between Willow and Oz, allowing their relationship to mature and grow. A few gigs outside Sunnydale should be enough to keep them apart.
On the contrary, I deliberately didn't plan anything for Xander. I liked the guy in the show, but it was a fact that most of his problems also stemmed from his poor self-worth and the occasional attempts to over-correct. His relationship with Cordelia was destined to crash and burn even without any accident with Willow.
Not to mention, Xander and Cornelia's heated relationship with lots of public affection would push Willow even harder mentally. A few accidental peeks and some careful goading should be enough to bring her where I wanted for some fun group activities.
With the plans in place, I focused on enhancing the digital presence of the talent agency, and then sent several emails to some impressive clubs. Hopefully, one of them would bite the hook.
I didn't want to send the band to a fake gig, as it would work only once. Arranging some real gigs by tricking the bars and clubs was the more sustainable path.
With everything done, I started visiting the coffee shops. I checked to see if any of them had any job openings - more of a show, as I hoped my digital scams would give me enough spending money - but more importantly, I was looking for Buffy.
From the show, I knew she should be visiting a coffee shop to meet Willow, only to be ditched and end up having an unwelcome chat with one of her mother's friends. The same one that accidentally gifted the demonic mask. Not exactly a genius decision maker.
Luckily, unlike churches, there weren't a lot of coffee shops in the small town, and at the third shop, I managed to find Buffy, who was still in the process of talking with that friend. I stayed outside, waiting for them to finish their discussion…
I had the perfect idea in mind to help Buffy relax.
Chapter 10
Buffy didn't know what to feel as she sat on a lone chair in a coffee shop, her shoulders slouched. The talk with Pat, her mother's friend from the gallery, managed to ruin what remained of her mood after she failed her readmission to school and Willow ditched her despite her promise. She had been focused on her own struggle and angst, but hearing what her mother had gone through in her absence didn't make her any better.
Maybe she had let things get too far by moving away. But, that didn't make her feel any less angry. After Kendra's death and Angel's fate, she just had to get away.
Maybe running away wasn't the mistake, but returning was. Maybe she should just run away again -
"Hello, beautiful. Penny for your thoughts," a voice suddenly called her. A voice that was supposed to be throatier, and closer to her ear. Memories of the last night - and the following morning - rushed into her mind, neatly dispelling all the concerns about other people as she turned.
"W-William, what a surprise," she gasped. "What are you doing here?"
"Just looking around and see if I can pick a part-time job," he said.
Buffy felt panicked. What if he lost his job and left the town!? She wasn't ready for it!
Her expression must have been easy to read, because he chuckled as he leaned forward and caressed her cheek, which made her blush terribly. "Don't worry about it, my job is fine. I'm just looking for an extra one, just in case I come across a beautiful blonde that I want to shower with gifts."
"Well…" Buffy blushed, unable to maintain eye contact as he gave her a confident, smug smile. "Do I know her name?"
"I don't think so. You would have remembered. She's very beautiful, but she has a ridiculous name-" he said, which was interrupted by a slap. "Ouch, violent much," he said, but his smile didn't disappear.
"Jerk," she murmured.
"Well, you're smiling again, which is a win. You're much prettier like this," he said. Buffy felt the said smile tugging her lips, growing even larger despite her best effort to suppress it. And, while she was busy with that, he sat next to her, the movement making her watch the way his body moved.
Her eyes widened as she noticed something. She had some very nice memories of his body, particularly his muscles - she had a type, sue her - but after she arrived home, she convinced herself that she had been exaggerating that particular detail in her mind.
Though, under the bright sunlight, she could see that it was an empty concern. If anything, she had undersold his abilities.
"So, sweetie, do you want to talk about what's bothering you?" he asked, and she tensed. The last thing she wanted was to be a sad sack. "Or," he continued. "Would you like me to distract you instead?"
"Definitely distraction," she answered without thinking. The first option was simply horrible. However, only when she felt his hand on her shoulder, leaning forward, did she realize how exactly he distracted her from those concerns.
In the middle of the club.
She wanted to push him away, but before she could make that decision, his lips were already over hers, their warmth doing wonders to dissuade her from that path.
What else she was supposed to do, she shouted to the voice in the back of her head. Act like a prude after everything. She felt herself shiver as a tongue slipped into her mouth. She wanted to blame him for being too forward in a public location… but then, she needed to pull her tongue back into her mouth for that first.
Ultimately, Buffy decided that it was the best way to react as his new girlfriend - though at that moment, her thoughts froze, realizing they hadn't talked about that. They had done a lot, and he even mentioned getting a new job just to spoil her with gifts. It should count as one, right?
But, as she felt his hand landing on her leg, those concerns flew away. And, left her wondering whether they would get caught. Luckily, she remembered that she had retreated to a corner to avoid anyone who might annoy her, so that was not a concern. They were hidden.
As long as he didn't escalate too much.
He pulled back a minute later, leaving her gasping. "So, sweetie…" he whispered. "Did it help?"
"Thank you, it was absolutely lovely," Buffy answered, unable to contain her blush.
"Not nearly as lovely as you, that top looks absolutely ravishing, very tempting."
The confident grin on his face made Buffy quiver in excitement just a bit. She tried to cover up her reaction by reaching for her coffee, but she doubted she was successful. She had to admit that his throaty tone was working wonders to establish her mood.
"You look very handsome as well," Buffy replied.
"Just a simple t-shirt," he said, shrugging dismissively.
Buffy blushed as she came up with an answer, but it took a moment for her to say that, feeling self-conscious. "It's what's underneath that counts," she whispered, dragging her finger carefully.
Not exactly something she should be doing if she didn't want to repeat their club adventure, but she couldn't help it. It wasn't her fault, she was sure of that. It was his fault for being that handsome… and having muscles that were even tighter than she remembered.
"That reminds me, how about a date tomorrow, leaving tonight to bond with your mother? I can pick you up around eight," he said.
Buffy lost her smile. "Oh, that's… difficult." She didn't want to admit to him that she was having a party, not because she was ashamed of him. She didn't feel it was fair to drag him to an event that would inevitably end up in a fight.
"Let me guess. Your friends or your mother arranged some kind of event to welcome you, and you expect it to go south quickly. And, you don't want to complicate things further by introducing a boyfriend."
"Ah, yes. A house party," Buffy managed to mumble, doing her best Willow impression. She was supposed to be concerned by the ease he was able to read her, but her traitorous brain focused on the fact that he had called himself her boyfriend. Her smile was impossible to suppress.
"That's tough, no retreat if things go bad," he commented. Buffy nodded. It was exactly her fear. "Unless you decide to run away again," he joked, but for her, it hit a bit too close. She avoided his gaze.
"Oh, sweetie," he said as he hugged her. "How about I stay somewhere near and you can come talk with me if you feel overwhelmed."
"M-maybe," she whispered. "But that would mean you wait for hours in a restaurant just in case. I can't ask that."
"You're not asking, I'm offering," he said thoughtfully, which she appreciated. She murmured in appreciation, though it might be also about his lips, once again her neck, nibbling softly.
She moaned, but said nothing, more than willing to let him tease her a bit after his thoughtful offer. It felt like something a normal girlfriend would do, one that didn't spend her nights hunting vampires.
She shivered, the nature of their public location losing quite a bit of standing on her list of priorities. The pleasure stole its place instead. To reward him, Buffy decided to escalate. Glad that she wore a sexy top, she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his arm, moving up and down gently.
"Tell me, do you want me to be around?" he whispered throatily.
"I would be so very grateful if you could actually be near me to support me through the party," Buffy found herself admitting even as she put her hand on his crotch. It was not her habit to admit vulnerabilities, but maybe, after everything they had done last night, it was not a bad idea.
She was thinking about the talk they had on the bus, and nothing more, of course.
As her hand danced on his crotch, his lips split into a wide grin. Tempted, she couldn't help but capture his lips once more.
This time, he didn't stay passive. He leaned over her, his tall, muscular presence domineering. She knew that, without a doubt, she was stronger, but his tall, muscular frame still felt domineering, The memories of the night before, where she vividly remembered being treated like a little toy, only enhanced it.
She abandoned herself into the kiss while his hand slipped under her blouse, caressing her naked back… She gasped and flushed, the pleasure invading her being further.
His confidence was just as much a turn-on for Buffy as his incredible body. She abandoned herself to the kiss, hoping that nobody would see them. Then, a tingling passed through her, and she abandoned those thoughts and focused on her next action.
Instead, she decided to take a bit of a risk. She reached for his zipper, freeing it with a smooth pull, her eyes already on her prize, trusting the table to keep it hidden.
She had chosen their little spot very well.
He didn't even comment, just continuing to kiss her while her fingers were wrapped around his girth, unable to meet around. Amusingly, he was the one getting naked, but she was the one who was feeling exposed.
But at the very least, she knew there were no eyes on them. She turned her focus on his shaft, happy to tease him… Then, the door of the coffee shop opened, and a familiar face walked in. Willow.
She froze, not even able to pull her fingers away for a moment. The possibility of getting caught by her best friend was too dangerous…
I couldn't help but feel in amusement as I saw Willow walk in. I had known that she was supposed to ditch Buffy, but her late arrival was still a surprise. However, that left me with a fascinating little dilemma. What should I do?
The kindest thing would be was to leave before Willow could see me, and let Buffy meet with her without interference. It would certainly earn me some boyfriend points.
I could drag Buffy to the bathroom, which would give her a chance to avoid her friend, and reward me in the process.
However, forcing a meeting with Willow was just too tempting for my eventual threesome plans… especially if I could actually convince Buffy to keep things fun…
Decisions, decisions…
Chapter 11
The moment Buffy saw Willow walk in, she felt like her skin was set on fire, blushing terribly. She needed to fix the situation she was in.
"From the panic on your eyes, I'm guessing that redhead is a close friend." Buffy nodded. "From your stories, I'm guessing she is Willow," he said, and Buffy nodded again, this time finally gathering enough wits to pull try and pull her hand away.
Only for him to grip her wrist. Buffy looked at him with panic, only to see a naughty smile. "No hurries," he whispered. "She's the one that arrived late to your meeting, right?" he asked, his fingers still around her wrist. She could have easily pulled her hand away if she wished, but she seemed to be powerless at the moment.
"S-so what?" she found herself whispering rather than pulling her hand away, her heartbeat wild.
"Well, you're also feeling a bit resentful of her, right?" he asked. She looked at him in shock. She was feeling resentful at Willow's horrible decision of using magic to summon Angel's soul back despite her express the desire to do otherwise, sending him back to hell, but she never told William that. "You don't have to tell me. It's clear from your tone. You love her, but you also resent her for something important."
"Well, what if I am?" Buffy asked while looking at Willow in shock.
"You can pull a nice prank on her by keeping your hand there, which should be a nice revenge for her thoughtlessness. And, after that prank, you can continue your friendship unencumbered," he explained. Buffy wanted to argue against it, but before she could do so, he whispered. "It shouldn't be scary after our adventure in the club," he added.
After those words, she found it hard to argue. After all, he was right. It was nothing compared to what they had done in the club, and she did want to make Willow pay for everything somehow.
But, neither of those details was the ultimate reason. She did so… because she wanted it. The adventure in the club was amazing. Not necessarily better than what had followed in the motel room, but certainly different. It was like comparing a delicious dessert and an amazing cocktail. Both were amazing in their own ways.
And, here he was, offering yet another different delicacy.
She gave him a smile, and he responded with a small kiss. "Now, call your friend over," he whispered.
"Willow," Buffy shouted, raising her - empty - hand for a wave.
"Buffy-" she shouted back, only to stop in shock. For a moment, Buffy was afraid that they were caught already, but then, she noticed Willow was looking at William's face and not somewhere else. She was just surprised at his presence.
Buffy smirked as she gestured for her to walk closer, feeling smug as she saw Willow's blush. Maybe William was right. It was a good way to get even.
As Willow walked closer, Buffy moved her hand up and down gently, careful not to move her arms suspiciously. From the outside, they looked like a loving couple and nothing more.
"H-hi, Buffy," Willow whispered in her usual shy manner, showing Buffy that spending a holiday with a boyfriend didn't fix her crippling shyness.
Buffy knew it wasn't fair, but she couldn't help but superior in a way she wasn't used to as she pumped her hand under the table. "Hi Willow," Buffy said, then turned to William, whose expression was genial but otherwise flat. "And, this is William," she added, and after a pause, she added. "My boyfriend."
"B-boyfriend," Willow answered, looking shocked. "Y-you didn't mention-" she started, only to realize her mistake. She turned to William. "Ah, I didn't mean anything by it. She just returned to the town, and we didn't have a chance to catch up. I didn't mean that she was ashamed of talking about you, or I -" she shot repetitively until Buffy cut her off. '
"Willow, he knows," she said with a chuckle, already amused by her show, and the fact that she was playing with William's huge cock made her feel even better. "He came here with me."
"Oh, you met in the city," Willow gasped. "And he followed you here, how romantic!"
"Yes," Buffy suddenly answered, blushing as she looked at William, trying to convince him to go along. Suddenly, she felt bad admitting that she had met him on the bus, barely sixteen hours ago felt like an admission of guilt. Like she was some kind of slut.
She decidedly ignored the fact that she was giving a blowjob under the table while trying to convince herself that she was not a slut.
"Oh, you have to tell me the story," Willow said, looking at Buffy. She froze, not ready to create a story from nothing.
"Let me tell, I tell it better. I'm the romantic in this relationship," William cut in, and Buffy smiled, appreciating his help.
"Thanks," Buffy whispered, disguising it as a soft kiss; which made Willow blush even more.
"Oh, not a problem, continue moving your hand, and I'll buy the world," he whispered back. Buffy smirked as she leaned against his shoulder, her wrist dancing as requested while he spun a story of their first meeting.
He didn't change much. Just, rather than a chance meeting at the bus, he turned it into a chance meeting at the diner she worked in, and added a little detail of him helping her against her manager when she attacked Buffy verbally.
From there, he split their heartfelt conversation into several dates in different locations… and as she listened, Buffy realized just how much of her heart she poured into him. He split their tw0-hour conversation into a series of dates, and yet, they still felt incredibly romantic.
"Oh, that's so good. I believed that you won't find love after Angel-" Willow started, only to freeze once more as she realized she might have slipped up.
"Don't worry, Buffy had talked about him. Intense guy with anger problems, lost in a tragic accident," he summarized.
Buffy wanted to be annoyed at Willow's loose lips or William's reductive description, but seeing Willow's gobsmacked, flustered expression was enough to suppress her anger. "Well, not wrong," Buffy said with a chuckle even as she used her empty hand to pass through William's short hair, and fisted hard enough to make him gasp. "A bit rude, though."
"You know it best, sweetie," he said, the slight sarcastic edge to her pet name somehow making it sexier. "Do you want me to tell our club date instead," he added, and just like that, Buffy's confidence was replaced by a thick blush.
"No," she gasped.
Willow smiled at her panic, and responded excitedly. "Ohh, please, please. If Buffy is this flustered, it has to be amazing," Willow said.
"No," Buffy gasped.
"Someone is shy. Oh, William, please, tell it. I want to hear it!"
As William smirked at her, Buffy felt a little self-conscious. It was an intense story, and even if William had told a sanitized version, it was intense.
But then, playing with his cock under the table while he talked about their future was equally intense.
He looked at her, asking for his permission. Buffy nodded with a smile, giving him the freedom he needed. But, as she did that, she couldn't help but look at Willow. "Are you sure you want to listen… it's kind of intense."
"Oh, Buffy. I had a boyfriend for the whole summer. I can handle a story about a club. Don't try to make excuses."
"As you wish," Buffy said, sharing another smile with William, feeling even naughtier as she continued to pump him. If Willow was willing to turn it into a challenge, she was more than ready to answer it.
She was the Slayer. She could handle everything.
"Actually, since I'm going to tell you such an incredible story, how about a little bribe in the form of a nice latte?" William interrupted.
Willow smiled happily. "For a dirty story about Buffy, always," Willow said. "And it'll give your shy girlfriend a chance to calm down."
"Oh, just make sure that you can handle it and don't run away halfway," Buffy said, feeling naughty about the subject. It was wrong to act like this, but it felt too good to stop halfway.
Willow stood up to get a coffee, while Buffy turned to him. "Why did you send him away?" she asked.
"Well, I wanted to give you a chance to pull back…" he asked, and she immediately shook her head. "Or, if you're feeling brave, take it to the next level…"
Buffy found herself tempted by that, but her hand started moving much faster. "Oh, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, you can hide under the table while I tease Miss-I'm-better-than-my-best-friend with the intense story, and you can jump out just when she's leaving and tease her as much as you want."
Buffy smiled even wider. "And, what am I going to do while I'm under the table?" she asked. "Just listen."
He leaned forward for a short yet intense kiss that left her toes curling. "Oh, I'm sure you can come up with something, sweetie."
Chapter 12
As she returned to the table with three cups of coffee on a small tray, Willow was… conflicted.
The strongest feeling she had was resentment, which she did her best to bury deep and not reflect. She was angry at her, but she also didn't want her to get overwhelmed and run away again.
Though, Willow loved Buffy enough that anger and resentment didn't prevent her from feeling good for her because she had found a boyfriend, especially one that was the exact opposite of Angel.
Well, not exactly the opposite, Willow corrected herself as she took a turn and walked toward the corner they were sitting in - like there was no other seat. At first glance, they looked similar enough. Both were tall, dark, handsome… and muscular.
However, the differences were stark enough that Willow didn't think Buffy was trying to replace Angel, at least not after the first day or two. Even discounting the vampire factor, Angel had been dour and pointlessly mysterious, and even before the soul debacle, Willow felt that Angel was barely tolerating them.
William was personable and had a sense of humor, making Buffy blush, laugh, and act like a young woman. Angel just gave Buffy angst.
Of course, William had other advantages, like not being centuries old, or the fact that he could take her to a date during the day without exploding.
And, since Willow didn't want to be responsible for Buffy losing something good from her life, she swallowed her anger and focused on having a fun reunion - though it wasn't hard to have fun while William led the discussion…
"Where's Buffy?" Willow asked.
"She's in the bathroom," William answered, though even though his tone was calm, his smile was playful, like he was pulling a prank. Willow pulled her chair back a bit too much, and managed to glimpse under the table and saw a pair of shoes, enough to confirm that Buffy was under the table.
"Oh, too bad, I was really curious about that club story. Will she be gone long?" Willow asked, trying to sound concerned as she hid her smile.
They were pranking her, and Willow was ready to turn that prank back.
It would be a nice way to start making Buffy pay for running away.
"Probably not. I can start telling the story if you can handle it without Buffy being here," he said, unable to hide his enthusiasm. Willow smiled at his attitude, including his little blush. He was clearly a poor liar. Highlighting Buffy's absence was just a step too far.
How amusing.
"Oh, don't worry. I can handle anything Buffy can handle," Willow said, happy to hear a soft gasp coming from under the table.
It was already fun.
"We decided to celebrate Buffy's decision to return with a night of dancing," he started, and Willow smirked.
"Let me guess, jeans, casual shirt," Willow guessed, happy teasing Buffy's predictable teasing habits.
"Right in one. She even had an ugly bra," he followed, which made Willow blush, but not as much as his next words. "So, I removed it while we danced making her shirt far sexier than intended," he followed.
"A-ahh, really," Willow found herself gasping before remembering Buffy was still here, and the whole point was to tease her. "S-she is usually easily embarrassed. I'm a bit surprised she had gone for it."
"Well, what can I say? She was in the mood for a memorable night before she went back to her Sunnydale routine," he excused, and that, Willow found very believable. "Anyway, she turned her back, I slipped my hands under her shirt, and we started dancing…"
That started a story of their dance, one that was far more sensual than Willow expected, especially since he was describing just a dance her friend had. A sensual, sexy dance, maybe, but just a dance.
Repeating that several times in her mind didn't prevent her mouth from getting dry and certain parts of her anatomy from getting wetter. She was just glad that, unlike Buffy in the story, she was wearing a bra, or her nipples would have been poking rather visibly.
She shivered, wondering if maybe she should escape. She knew the story was more of an exaggeration, as there was no way Buffy would actually let him caress her breasts in a dance club, even if it wasn't as crowded and they were in a corner.
Yet, she couldn't exactly find the strength to call him on that. She tried to convince herself that it was just about the prank and nothing else, but with every passing second, she found it harder to focus. His voice was simply too soft, too alluring. She could understand how Buffy actually managed to fall in love.
Attractive and sensual, it was hard to beat.
"… then, she was playing with my… thing… when Buffy decided to disappear for ten minutes, the timing perfect to follow a goth-looking guy. For a moment, I was sure that I was being ditched, but luckily, she returned," he said. His tone was mocking but dismissive, like he was telling a funny anecdote.
Willow recognized it as what it was. Buffy had seen a vampire and dealt with him before returning. Just like that, the story felt far more believable. From Buffy's actions, it was clear that she was yet to share the supernatural aspects of her life, and that was too much of a detail to share. Maybe the story was more accurate than Willow expected.
Also, another part of the anger she had been feeling died. For some reason, she imagined Buffy having a holiday for three months, but the combined mentions of constant working to get rent, combined with the reference to vampire hunting, made Willow realize that maybe her sabbatical wasn't as rose-colored as Willow assumed.
Poor Buffy… Luckily, she found a boyfriend. A very sexy boyfriend.
Lost for a moment, she realized he had been talking for a while. "… then after finishing the drinks herself, she pulled me deeper, grabbed my junk, and continued playing like we hadn't stopped. And, since the club was getting emptier, we decided to have "
Willow blushed even further. That just confirmed the earlier slip about vampire hunting.
She had patrolled with Buffy far too many times to miss how turned on Buffy got whenever she returned from combat, especially if the fight had been easy. Adrenaline and her Slayer magic left her rather randy.
Willow always acted like she hadn't heard the buzzing when Buffy disappeared for an extra-long bathroom break during their after-patrol sleepovers.
But, even with that, Willow was having trouble believing the story as William explained, in great detail, how he pulled down Buffy's jeans and… and… fucked her in the middle of a club. It was simply impossible.
First, Buffy wouldn't allow that - and with her strength, no one could make Buffy do something she didn't want.
More importantly, Buffy was still under the table, listening. It wasn't like she would allow it to be told if it was true.
Right?
She bit her lips as she listened while William continued to tell how she had taken Willow's best friend from behind, waiting for Buffy's explosion. So, when she heard a subtle sound coming from under the table, she assumed it was Buffy finally ending it.
But, after a shuffle, she stayed under. Worse, Willow turned her attention to the sounds Buffy was making. A certain soft sound, almost like Buffy was eating something. Or…
Willow froze as another possibility hit her. Certainly not. Buffy wouldn't dare to do that. Certainly not in a coffee shop, in the middle of the day.
Yet, once that thought entered her mind, it was impossible to ignore. But, she couldn't just look under the table. If there was nothing, she would ruin the fun… and worse, if they were actually doing what she feared, the last thing she needed was for them to realize she was onto them.
She decided to use a simple trick, one that she had discovered during the summer while they were trying to keep the demon population under control. She carefully reached into her bag, pulled her hand mirror, and placed it under the table before she flicked it open.
And met with the most shocking sight of her life - at least, in social aspects. She had already been imagining something once she realized the way William's eyes glazed was about the subtle sounds coming from under the table… but nothing to that degree.
Buffy was on her knees, and her face was buried at his crotch, her head bobbing up and down decisively, devouring a shaft that Willow only saw in the occasional pictures she had downloaded from the internet.
Worse - or better, a traitorous voice shouted from the back of her mind - Buffy was not directly between his legs, but slightly angled. She probably positioned that way to make sure she could check the hallway leading to their corner… but, as a side effect, Willow was not only able to see William's oversized manhood, but also Buffy's expression as she focused on licking it.
And, on her face, there was the sultriest, sexiest smile that Willow had ever seen. Willow realized that, her best friend was a far bigger slut than she had ever given credit for…
Then, another realization followed. William was still telling the story of how he had been impaling Buffy from behind in the middle of a club… a story that, considering Buffy's current state, was more than likely true.
The only smart action for Willow was to slam the table and leave. Yet, as she watched the reflection of Buffy opening her mouth wide enough to devour half of that monster shaft with her shockingly sexy lips, she was bolted to the chair.
Somehow, Buffy managed to keep herself from gagging. Willow found herself floating in confusing arousal as she watched the sexiest scene of her life as a voyeur.
She was in trouble.
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I had to admit, watching a blushing Willow who was under the impression that her voyeuristic trick had stayed concealed was more fun than I expected, and the points I earned was just a bonus.
Willow was a shy virgin, but the way she bit her lips while she imagined my cock in her mouth was simply a sin. Of course, I had no doubt that a part of her arousal was the first discovery of her bisexual leanings - though why the show decided to call her a lesbian, I had no idea, as she clearly lusted after men as well in the show… as well as now.
Though, that was just a passing thought. I was far more interested in how to continue. Should I push her more, or call it a day?
Chapter 13
What to do after catching her best friend under the table, sucking her boyfriend as a whore was supposed to be easy. She just needed to stand up and leave. Too bad she felt like she was locked in her seat, finding it impossible to stand up.
Things didn't get any easier when William reached under the table. For a moment, Willow expected that he had noticed her shock and was about to push Buffy away and stop what they were doing - and why did that suddenly make her disappointed.
Then, she received yet another surprise.
His hand landed on Buffy's shoulder, and rather than pushing her away, he pushed Buffy's shirt down, leaving her bra to cover her top, all without stopping the story about the club. It was red and lacy, a surprisingly sexy piece to go under her casual allure outfit.
But somehow, seeing her like that made Willow's skin tingle even more. A confusing reaction.
Willow bit her lip, trying to hide her whimper, but failed, and William chuckled. She pulled her gaze away from the mirror and looked at William, afraid that her mirror trick was noticed, and she was about to be outed as a voyeur.
"You don't need to be self-conscious, it's normal for a virgin to be aroused at such a story," he said.
That made Willow gasp, this time in sudden anger. "How dare Buffy tell you that!" she gasped.
"Don't worry, she didn't. I just guessed based on your reaction to a story about sex, and you confirmed with your reaction," he answered, his smile teasing but not mocking. Willow froze, realizing she had fallen into the simplest trick in the book. "You don't need to feel self-conscious," he said as he reached forward, and held her hand. "It's normal, and a beautiful young woman like you will have an amazing night the moment your boyfriend decides to act like an adult and act out."
"Oz is a gentleman," Willow gasped, defending her boyfriend.
"Of course he is. I'm not saying anything else. And, you clearly want a gentleman, so no problem."
That was true. She wanted a gentleman. She certainly didn't want someone who would treat her badly… or make her suck her under a table in a public place.
Right?
"Where was I? Ha, I was talking about how Buffy was using the cocktail table to her benefit while…" he said, continuing her tale with a renewed speed.
Willow whimpered as he continued the story, which somehow aroused them even more after he casually mentioned her virginity. Though, distracted, it took a while for her to notice an important detail. He was still holding her hand.
No, not holding. His grip had changed and the back of her hand was pressing against his palm, her hand tiny against his large fingers, his thumb dancing on her palm in a soft massage. It was a forward move even if he didn't have Buffy sucking him under the table… but Willow failed to pull her hand away.
Unfortunately, he had poked a correct point while mentioning her boyfriend and her virginity. Oz was a gentleman, but Willow didn't always want him to be. After a summer where she watched her old crush sucking faces publicly - and imagining what they might be doing in private - she wanted Oz to take more initiative sometimes, but he was always respectful of her boundaries, limiting himself to chaste kisses.
It left her aroused and frustrated. And, as she felt her body burn, she couldn't help but question whether the intense anger she felt against Buffy wasn't partially about that.
Maybe it was.
As she considered those thoughts, he brought his other hand as well, and started massaging her hand and her wrist. It was supposed to be just an innocent touch. After all, it was literally hand-holding, but somehow, the way his fingers danced turned that into a sensual experience.
Even discounting the erotic story he was telling. Or what was going on under the table? Helpless, Willow avoided his gaze and checked the mirror instead, despite knowing how wrong it was.
But, seeing the view under the table, Willow immediately recalibrated her ethical responsibilities. Buffy was still sucking him with all her speed, stopping only to slide her tongue along his shaft like it was a particularly tasty cone of jumbo ice cream. The way her tongue swirled around his crown was enough to make Willow's mouth water.
Worse, it wasn't the most shocking thing. Somehow, while Willow was busy dealing with William, Buffy had removed her bra completely, leaving her tits naked. Willow had seen her before in the locker room, but it was far more different to see her half-naked in a sexual context.
It burned Willow with a shocking desire.
Maybe she was a pervert.
Helpless, she bit her lips, doing her best to contain a moan, but failing to do so. Her legs rebelled and started to rub against each other, further enhancing her pleasure.
Willow was glad that her hands were occupied, as she was afraid of what she would have done under the circumstances.
She ignored the risk, and watched while Buffy shifted her hands to his knees and leaned down, suddenly taking a majority of his cock into her mouth. Not fully, which would have been even more impressive. But considering she managed to take it all without making the slightest sound, it was still fascinating.
Maybe it was about her being Slayer, as Willow couldn't imagine taking even a portion of it.
"… and then, I pulled out, forced her onto her knees, and pushed my cock into her mouth for a nice little blowjob. Of course, it was still close to the start of our relationship, so she was absolutely terrible at giving head. I had to teach her," he explained, then flinched.
Mirror checked the mirror, only to see Buffy pinching his leg with a shy attitude, confirming it was true.
The timing of his blowjob anecdote was coincidental, of course, but Willow couldn't help but feel panicked nonetheless. Even Buffy had trouble with sex, and she wasn't even a virgin at that time.
And, that was Buffy, the ex-cheerleader, the Slayer, the coolest, most amazing girl Willow had ever met. If she was bad at sex stuff, what did it mean for Willow?
Then, a realization hit.
Maybe it was why Oz was avoiding her, and why Xander preferred Cordelia over Willow. Maybe they didn't want to deal with a clumsy, incompetent Willow during what was supposed to be a fun event.
It was not a fun realization, so she momentarily shelved it, and continued watching Buffy's show. If her virginity was the problem, learning more should help.
As she glimpsed down, she saw Buffy face-fucking herself with his cock, droll dripping down from her chin onto her naked breasts, every bounce making them shimmer. It was the sluttiest she had seen Buffy… and hottest.
She was just learning, Willow repeated that as a mantra. She was a helpless virgin, and she needed all the advantages she could. It was harmless.
The growing wetness on her crotch was simply coincidental. Or the hoarse, muffled moans that she did her best to suppress while his fingers made her even more aroused, somehow awakening the libido she had been doing her best to suppress for a long time.
"And, after everything, I exploded in Buffy's mouth, and for an amateur, she was not half-bad. She managed to swallow half of it, while the rest landed on her tits," he explained, while, under the table, something different was happening.
His hips buckled, but this time, Buffy managed to capture all of it, swallowing it obediently, showing her improvement since that time.
Willow was always an overachiever, so a different question than she had been planning escaped her mouth. "Ah, does experience make a big difference when it comes to blowjobs," she found herself asking.
It was a forward question… just not as forward as telling an intense public sex story while the other party was busy treating his cock like ice cream.
"You're feeling self-conscious about being a virgin," he declared, and she just nodded.
"I… I think that's why my boyfriend doesn't touch me," Willow said as she folded and put the mirror back on, not wanting Buffy to catch the mirror while fixing herself. She felt that it was fair to admit after that story.
"And you're afraid it's because you're a virgin," he added. "Maybe you need to learn some new flirting trick, like this," he said, and brought her hand to his mouth, and before she could say anything, took her little finger to his mouth, licking and nibbling while his thumb continued to massage her wrist.
The pleasure hit her like a truck. It was amazing, far better than her solo masturbation sessions, her arousal growing. She would have slapped and run away if Buffy hadn't been under the table. It felt like cheating… but since Buffy didn't stop, it was supposed to be acceptable.
Her arousal grew further and further… until it reached a cliff. She was about to climax…
Then, he stopped… right at the edge, leaving her panting and wanting. A giggle came from under the table, which made her feel even more self-conscious. "I… I think I should go," she whispered, and dashed, but the chuckle coming under the table angered her.
Willow felt cheated and angry.
And, as her friends knew, she had a tendency to be impulsive when she was in an emotional mood. This time, that came in the form of a small trick. She had noticed that his motel key was sitting on the table all along, so while she was leaving, she put her bag on it to steal.
She had no doubt that, after what happened, they would go to their motel.
And she would have her revenge…
Chapter 14
"I still can't believe we did that and Willow didn't notice a thing," Buffy whispered once she pulled back from a kiss, letting him open the door.
"To her credit, our story was a tad distracting for a virgin," he answered, one had trying to put in the keys - which he had picked from the reception after losing his originals - while Buffy caressed his chest, enjoying the incredible contour of his chest.
Still, the mention had been enough to make her smile slip momentarily. "I didn't know she was concerned about being a virgin. Poor girl, Oz is a gentleman. I'm sure he would be more forward if he knew her concerns."
"Maybe," he admitted. "I trust you to solve it. You're an excellent friend, even if you're a bit naughty," he said, and Buffy blushed.
"Someone deserves a reward," she whispered as he opened the door. Only to tense the moment she entered. Her Slayer senses were enough to catch an important detail.
They were not alone.
She entered before him, repositioning him in a way he would be safe as she tensed, trying to understand the nature of the threat. He hugged her from behind, and for a moment, Buffy assumed that it was just to continue teasing her. His whisper surprised her. "You suddenly tensed. What's wrong?" he asked, yet he continued to kiss her neck in an absentminded way, playing along to not alert the intruder.
Smart, Buffy admitted as she shifted a bit, and pushed the door slowly, but didn't close. She turned halfway so she could watch the room while also looking at him "Someone is in the room," she whispered once more, expecting denial or disbelief, blaming her for being scared. Or maybe a macho display to show he was strong enough to face an intruder.
"I trust you," he whispered, then his eyes widened. Buffy noticed he lost his tenseness, which annoyed her a bit. "Is it Willow?" he whispered. "I'm sure I had my keys on the table then they suddenly disappeared just as she was leaving."
Buffy was about to deny, then thought of the earlier circumstances, and found that it was not impossible. She leaned for a kiss, but closed her eyes to listen. When focused, her senses were much sharper. And, since she knew what to focus on, it didn't take long for her to hear a very distinctive breathing on the edge of a panic attack.
"It's Willow, and she's in the closet," she whispered, then realized just how absurd he would feel about her certainty. To distract him, she completed the kiss and slipped it into his mouth while she pushed the door.
Still, she didn't expect him to suddenly lift her and carry her to the bed, which was positioned perfectly for a voyeur hidden in the closet. He continued kissing her until he threw her on the bed, his body already pressing on her. "You want to give her another show so she doesn't feel self-conscious about being a virgin. You're such a good best friend," he said.
Buffy opened her mouth to answer, but before she could say anything else, her lips were sealed once again, preventing her from disagreeing.
So, she had some time to think about it as his tongue invaded her mouth and enforced a mandatory silence. Maybe he was right. After all, Willow clearly noticed what had been going on under the table, yet actually decided to hide in the room to watch them.
What was the harm in a little show?
One that would last a minute or two, maybe a little glimpse of skin…
But certainly nothing more. Buffy was determined.
Willow cursed herself repeatedly for her impulsive decision to peek at Buffy and William by sneaking into their room as she entered the second hour of that show, still ongoing at full speed, leaving her drenched in sweat… and more.
It was supposed to be a joke… even if it was an erotic one. She would wait until they were hot and heavy before interrupting and gleefully lashing out at Buffy about pranks and their limits.
And maybe, just maybe, watch a little show in the process. It wouldn't be wrong after what they had done back in the coffee shop.
Unfortunately, the whole plan had been ruined the moment they entered. Willow had expected them to talk and flirt first, so she was ready to wait in the closet for a while. There was no point in interrupting them too early… but she didn't expect them to fall into the bed together, kissing like it was the only way to save them from death, heated and desperate.
It caught Willow by surprise, making her hesitate… and before she could act, they were already naked, with Buffy on all fours while he invaded her, their hips exploding wildly, making it impossible for her to act. So, she decided on an alternative plan, wait until they finish and go to the shower, and sneak out…
That decision was more than an hour ago, with nothing to do but watch them as they used every inch of the motel room without taking a break yet still going strong, shocking Willow with their endurance. Buffy, she understood. Her slayer endurance was incredible.
But William was an even bigger shock. She wasn't an expert, but men shouldn't be able to last that long.
That was not the only shock Willow had received. For such a nice man, William had a shockingly dark sexual side, another example of it happening right at the moment. He grabbed Buffy's hair and yanked her up before throwing her onto the sole couch in the room and immediately positioned himself behind her, invading roughly.
If it wasn't for the sounds coming from Buffy's throat, howling, moaning, and shrieking as needed as his massive shaft invaded her mercilessly, Willow might have had the wrong idea.
Instead, Willow busied herself wondering how the hell she managed to take in such a large cock. She might be the Slayer, but she was still tiny compared to him. It should have been physically impossible.
Yet, as he pushed, his whole length disappeared repeatedly during his relentless fucking, Buffy's moans were the only evidence of their existence. "You're such a whore, Buffy," he gasped, insulting her once again.
"Oh, yes, but I'm your whore," she moaned.
"Good that you know your place," he said and spanked her hard enough to echo, and not for the first time. That surprised Willow. It didn't look like something enjoyable, but Buffy's explosive cries disagreed with Willow's assessment.
Willow couldn't believe the depths her friend had fallen.
As she shuffled in her place, trying to get comfortable, her naked back rubbed against William's shirt, reminding her that she wasn't exactly innocent. But, unlike Buffy, she had her reasons. She removed her shirt five minutes into her wardrobe adventure, because it was unbearably hot inside. Her jeans followed it for the same reason and nothing else soon after…
Her bra… was harder to explain, but it was feeling suffocating… due to her nipples getting too hard. It was because of the heat, that Willow tried to convince herself. Nipples famously got hard during the heat, right?
Then, her panties… alright, she had no excuse for removing them, other than the fact that they were drenched, and it was certainly not sweat. Nor she could answer the placement of her fingers between her legs, pumping repeatedly as she enjoyed the show.
She was as dirty as them. Maybe even more.
But it wasn't her fault, she thought even as she watched them changing position once more. This time, they went back to bed, and William lay on his back while Buffy mounted him in a reverse cowgirl position, jumping up and down recklessly. Worse, she put her hands on his chest, which created a triangle that pushed her tits out pointedly while her legs stayed parted.
Willow could see every inch of Buffy's body, covered in a sexy sheen of sweat, her tits jumping with every desperate hump as her body moved up and down with an incredible speed, the way her pussy devoured his cock completely visible.
It was the single sexiest scene Willow had ever seen. Not just William's cock, but also Buffy's body. Willow wanted to be there instead of her… no, she wanted to be next to her, grabbing her waist and helping Buffy move up and down, maybe even share a kiss while helping her to move…
Just to make William cum faster, of course, and nothing more. Guys were supposed to love that kind of thing… or was that something about her -
William exploded in a grunt, his cock throbbing as he filled Buffy once more, the show enough to distract Willow from her line of thought while she triggered an orgasm of her own, biting one of William's shirts to stay silent, her body tingling and trembling.
It took a while for her mind to start working, and they were already onto the next pose. For a moment, she wondered what she had been thinking when the climax hit, but the show was interesting enough to steal her attention.
And, it couldn't be that important if she forgot that.
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"… it's a good idea, right? After all, she's your friend. And, you'll be right there in the bathroom, watching from the keyhole. The moment you feel things are getting too much, feel free to stop," I whispered, finishing explaining my next great plan to help Willow, who had been watching us from the closet for the last two hours, her moans too loud to hide the fact that she had been masturbating for a majority of that time.
My genius plan… help Willow get familiar with the male body directly so she could lose her fear and hesitation so she could move on with her boyfriend. Of course, I neglected to mention the fact that I would do my best to make sure that said boyfriend would be me rather than her hesitant werewolf friend.
The plan was far more forward than I had been planning, but both girls proved more malleable to my ideas of having fun than I expected.
And, it was a good time to open up to Buffy. With her eyes crossed with pleasure and her body still trembling with the aftershocks, she was already at the height of the pleasure, and it was hard to feel bad at that moment.
Especially with the knowledge that her friend had been watching us while masturbating for a long while.
"I don't know…" she whispered, her conflict dying as soon as it appeared. "Just like you promised, right. The moment I slam the shower door, you'll stop. I don't think I can-"
I cut her off with a kiss, then pulled back. "I promise. Now, go to the shower before Willow dies of heat. It must be stuffy in that small closet for hours, and she was dressed particularly thick today."
Buffy nodded as she slid out of my bed, and spoke loudly. "I'm going to take a long, relaxing shower, but don't even dare to come in. I need to rest for a long while," Buffy declared loudly as she dragged her naked body toward the bathroom, her legs trembling despite her legendary Slayer stamina.
The last night was about learning her spot, but today was about the pleasure…
The moment Buffy walked into the bathroom, I stood up. "Boy, I need to put on some new clothes," I said loudly as I started walking toward the wardrobe, deliberately lingering, enjoying a panicked thud.
Even without seeing, her panic was delicious… I pulled the door, which opened easily after a momentary resistance, no doubt Willow trying to open it. Willow looked at me, her face almost as red as her hair, shocked.
Admittedly, I was surprised as well, as I wasn't expecting her to be completely, deliciously naked.
Chapter 15
For once, I didn't know what to say as I opened my mouth, shocked by the way I found Willow. I knew that she had been masturbating while watching us, which was already daring enough.
But the fact that she actually undressed completely, not even her socks. Once more, the old adage turned true.
It was always the quiet ones.
Luckily, my lack of words didn't turn out to be a problem, as, after a pause, Willow reacted even more absurdly than I expected. "Please stay silent," she begged as she jumped up to her feet, and pressed her hand against my mouth… while ignoring the fact that she was sitting on a pile of her discarded clothes.
Her feet tangled on them, so, rather than silencing me, Willow ended up tackling me.
It was a good thing that the room was small, so as I took a panicked step back, I failed to balance myself, I fell back right on my bed… with Willow above me. Under different circumstances, it would have been a cute rom-com scene, an accident causing a misunderstanding as Buffy chose that exact moment to enter.
However, with both of us naked and sweaty, it was far more different. Especially since my body was glistening not only with sweat but also Buffy's endless wetness, while I could taste the distinct taste of Willow's arousal on the fingers she was pressing against my mouth.
The moment was certainly not cute.
I was afraid that it would be enough for Buffy to interrupt, but the hold of the pleasure proved stronger, and the shower continued to flow. I might have guessed that she was actually taking a shower, but the keyhole was dark, betraying her presence.
She didn't interrupt despite that.
Interesting.
"Please, please, please. Don't tell Buffy…" Willow repeated several times in a blind panic, not caring about anything else for a while… then, the situation started to register.
Her friends always said that she was a horrible decision-maker under stress, and while she wanted to argue against that, she knew that they were right. Their situation was excellent evidence of that.
It took a full minute for her to realize the exact nature of their position while she begged her to stay silent. She was naked, and perched on top of his belly, her naked body rubbing against his abs, while her fingers pressed against his mouth.
Fingers were wet with her arousal as she had been masturbating just a minute ago, before he suddenly decided he needed to be dressed.
"I can explain-" she started as she pulled her hand back in panic, but before she could finish, he already grabbed her waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing, and stood up with her. Shocked with his strength, she didn't even think about what he was about to do until he deposited her to the side of the bed, and sat next to her.
Too late she realized she was locked in the corner of the room, the only escape path blocked by him. There was not much space between the bed and the wall, and his arm was already on her back to prevent her from rolling back.
"Please explain why I have a little thief in my motel room, Willow?" he said. "Maybe I should call the police-"
"No, please. I'll do everything! Not that!" she gasped in genuine panic, unable to imagine how her perfectionist parents who had gone crazy when she received a B would react when she was arrested.
His attitude shifted immediately. "Sorry, Willow, I was just joking. I know that you're not a thief. Please calm down," he begged silently.
"Jerk," Willow gasped with a sudden relaxation and slapped his shoulder. For a moment, the silence lingered as she took a deep breath of relaxation. Then, she noticed his gaze dipping down to her cleavage. For a moment, she was happy that her cleavage managed to impress him…
But a glance down reminded her of a very important detail. There was no cleavage, because she was completely naked. Somehow, she managed to forget that, even if it was only for a moment. Maybe it was watching them for hours while being naked, but somehow, she was used to it already.
"I need to get dressed," she gasped, trying to pull, but his arm stayed around her waist. She looked at him in shock…
"Not so fast. First, I want you to calmly explain what are you doing in my motel room in your own words."
"After I get dressed-" she started, trying to sound confident by speaking loudly, but that was hard with her voice getting even higher.
He interrupted before she could finish. "Softer, we don't want Buffy hearing us from the shower," he said.
She fell silent. She certainly did not want that. "Can't I?" she whispered.
"No," he answered. His voice was low as well, but it was certainly not a whisper. No, it was a throaty order that somehow stole her breath."Now, explain the exact sequence of the events that led you here."
Willow shuffled as she crossed her arms on her chest, while she crossed her leg to hide her wetness. "If I must…" she whispered, trying to sound angry, but only coming across petulant.
She hated her voice at that moment.
"It all started at the coffee shop, when I used a mirror to check what was going under the table…" she started, before giving a short yet detailed summary of her perspective; aware that admitting that made her victim rather than a pervert.
At least, it was what she wanted to believe.
She continued that with her feelings and her impulsive decision to steal the keys to make them pay, her decision to hide in the closet, and the speed she got locked in the situation. He asked a few questions, and she suddenly found herself spilling her guts about how she felt inferior to Cordelia who had been parading her old crush, kissing everywhere…
Being naked helped her to be more honest than she used to be.
"How about I help you with your virginity?"
Willow's eyes widened as she registered his offer to cheat on Buffy. Worse, she froze for several long seconds before she rejected the offer. "N-no, I can't do that to Buffy," she finally whispered in a soft, indecisive tone.
She hated just how fragile her tone was.
"Oh, not that, pervert," he said with a chuckle as he tapped her shoulder, like he was just joking around… "I'm going to help you with your fear of the male body."
"How?" she found herself asking, but not before he started moving. He grabbed a discarded towel and tied it to the bedpost, and while she was watching, trying to understand what he was doing, he also tied it around his wrists.
"Just tighten the knot, and I'll be helpless and under your command. You can explore my body as much as you want before Buffy leaves the shower, and we'll solve your little pesky issue."
"I-isn't it still wrong?" she asked.
"Not as much as watching us for two hours, naked and masturbating in our wardrobe," he answered, and Willow found herself blushing even more. He had a point. "Now, I recommend you to start, as the more you linger, the less time you will have."
It was an absurd situation, and a stupid offer. She should just leave, and maybe even cast a spell for good measure. She couldn't do that to Buffy.
Even if she deliberately sucked him off under the table, deliberately mocking her like she was stupid and unobservant, even though they had survived Sunnydale for months while she had deserved them.
Alright, maybe she wasn't as over her anger as she had first assumed. "Just some touch, no harm, right?" she found herself whispering.
He didn't answer. She wanted to blame him, but considering she was already caressing his shoulders before she finished her question, which gave a good clue about her ultimate answer, she didn't think she had the right to do that.
And, as he lay in front of her, tied down, it was impossible to deny the temptation of dragging her fingers down to caress his muscles. She shivered as she dragged her fingers. For the last two hours, she imagined dragging her fingers along those lines countless times, but she never guessed that it would come true… let alone come true that quickly.
"How much do you work out?" Willow found herself asking even as she dragged her fingers lower, teasing his incredible abs, unable to believe that caressing a man felt that good. It was just her fingertips, yet her whole body burned.
She never felt this good before.
Maybe, that was the reason she continued dragging her fingers down, wrapping her finger around his girth… but not completely. No, it was too thick for her to grab with one hand, needing her second hand to join. She let it join.
"I can't believe Buffy managed to take it in her mouth yet not make a sound," she murmured even as she started pumping his shaft. Even in her hands, it felt huge, yet Buffy managed to enjoy it in the coffee shop without dragging half of the coffee shop toward them.
Incredible.
"Like everything, it's just practice," he said.
Willow giggled. It was a hesitant yet playful sound, one that was something Harmony or Cornelia would make, making her feel self-conscious, her heart beating. "I can't believe it," she whispered.
"Feel free to give it a try," he said. It took a second for her to realize what he offered, her eyes widening as she threw a hesitant glare toward the bathroom door, where Buffy was still showering. It was wrong. That was definitely…
No, it was just a prank, just like Buffy pulled on her, Willow corrected herself decisively as she leaned forward. She knew it was not the same thing… yet, after her ordeal, it was very easy to actually ignore that particular fact.
Chapter 16
As she leaned forward, the first thing Willow noticed was the smell. A mixture of musky and sweet, and uniquely confusing.
It was a mixture of William and Buffy, Willow realized. They had been fucking intensely just a few minutes ago, and with the shower still occupied, William didn't have the chance to clean.
Somehow, that realization excited Willow even more… but she was unable to identify why. Ordinarily, her habit of digging into the truth of such issues would have played a bigger role, but now, she was more than willing to ignore everything else… and slip her lips around his girth.
Just to test, of course. She would just touch for a moment and pull back. It wouldn't be cheating… right?
But, as the biggest arousal of her life hit her - and that was stiff competition, though every other competitor belonged to the same day, limited to the last few hours - she struggled to pull back.
She had never felt such intense sensations. Rather than pulling back, she pushed down, slowly taking more and more of his length even as her mouth stretched to a shocking degree. Ironically, her own limitations made it even more erotic, and her mouth started to move.
Soon, she hit her limit.
Her hands stayed wrapped around the base, but this time, it was not to pump him, but to cover just how much of it she failed to take. It wasn't a surprise, but she still felt inferior.
She was not Buffy.
When she pulled back, she found her gaze captured by his. "Oh, sweetie, you don't need to be discouraged, try again. You'll see that you'll do much better."
His tone was soft and encouraging, like he was encouraging her to solve a math problem… maybe it was how she should approach it. He was just teaching her, nothing more.
She leaned down and captured his girth once more, this time pushing faster, and soon, she felt his presence pushing the limits of her mouth. That was it.
"Oh, sweetie, come on. You have to continue and take it to your throat. That's how it goes… You should be braver."
She needed to be brave, Willow thought as she pushed down. She might not be as good as Buffy, but that didn't mean she couldn't compete with her. She could compete with her in slaying as she proved during summer… and she could compete with her in this.
As she grabbed his legs and pushed down, a gag escaped her mouth. Ashamed, she looked at him, expecting him to look disappointed and disgusted, but saw only a glimmer of interest. "You look amazing with my cock in your mouth," he said as he looked into her eyes.
Willow tried to imagine how she looked, but she failed. Luckily, she didn't need to struggle much, as a slight turn was enough for her to see her reflection. With his monster cock filling her mouth enough to make her cheeks bulge, with her throat slightly deformed, not to mention her nudity… she looked like a redheaded whore.
A look she was supposed to hate as she assessed her own reflection, yet she only pushed down more. After all, the reflection was proof that she was not just a little frigid virgin girl with dreams of being a witch but a desirable young woman.
One that her boyfriend ignored for months and months without making the slightest move, ignoring how it affected her no matter how much she hinted - or even said explicitly. So different than William, who immediately realized and came to help…
Or, at least, that was what she chose to believe as she pushed even deeper, her gags and gasps rising. As the alternative was too hard to process.
She closed her eyes as she moved up and down, enjoying the sensation as she lost herself in the pleasure. Time lost its meaning as she moved up and down… then she froze, remembering she was under a time limit.
Luckily, as she pulled back for a breather, she listened carefully. the shower was still going on.
"Do you want my help? You'll learn even more if I help you," William offered with a kind smile.
"Please," Willow whispered, trying to act like it was just a normal offer for tutoring, which she happily accepted.
"Good, now. Suck my cock again," he ordered, his tone suddenly different. Willow blushed at his words, which, somehow, made the moment even more realistic. She opened her mouth to respond, but with her lips suddenly drying, words didn't leave.
What did his words matter, she decided as she leaned forward and captured her lips… only too late remembering what happened when he used that particular tone. She had watched that repeated several times, after all. His voice suddenly got sharper… then his actions.
But before she could even do anything, he freed his hands and grabbed her hair, shutting her right up in a very memorable manner. He pushed her down, and suddenly, she found herself with a cock lodged deep.
She gagged and gasped, shocked and aroused. One thing she wasn't was… unhappy. Even as she found herself unable to breathe, her eyes widened as an impossibly thick object clogged her mouth.
Yet, her tongue danced as fast as she could manage, stroking up and down.
It boggled her mind that somehow, she enjoyed the treatment incredibly… but nonetheless, she enjoyed it. His hands tightened over her hair, and spoke. "I hope you enjoyed the warm-up," he said, and pulled her up… only to push down again.
With his grip tight around her hair as he dragged her, she was lost in a haze of shock and pleasure, implicitly surrendering his touch. Worse, the earlier chain of excuses she managed to believe about it not being cheating finally shattered under his merciless assault.
It was cheating. Both for Oz, and for Buffy, the latter just a room away. Ironically, the former didn't even awaken a hint of regret in her. He had many chances to give her what she needed, but rejected.
Cheating Buffy was, however, wrong. She was Willow's best friend, yet somehow, Willow lost herself enough to fool around with her boyfriend while she was in the other room. Buffy deserved better, when she had sacrificed herself to be the Slayer, fighting hard. Even with all her supernatural abilities, she was just a fragile young woman-
Suddenly, a flash of realization went through Willow.
Buffy was the vampire slayer.
The slayer with many supernatural powers… including her enhanced senses, which had incredible hearing as a part of her suite.
There was no way in hell that she couldn't hear Willow's gags and gaps even with the shower running. Meaning, she knew what was going on… and thinking more, she realized even her presence in the closet couldn't be a mystery, not with the way she moved around.
That bitch.
Buffy knew where she was all along, yet rather than confronting her, she let Willow stay in there for hours, sweaty and cramped… then rather than confronting her, she left and let her naked boyfriend greet her poor exhausted friend.
Just like that, guilt was gone, replaced with… something she couldn't identify. Satisfaction there, but so was anger, and along with it, a desire for revenge.
If Buffy was going to play it that way, Willow would respond in an equal manner.
Willow tightened her grip on William's legs, joining the fray… and surrendering at the same time. Suddenly, she pushed herself down even more, choking herself on his cock until her nose pressed against his skin.
He continued to push her as well, controlling, domineering, and utterly sexy. Willow obeyed freely, confident that her best friend was watching them… and somehow even more aroused by that fact.
She let him fuck her throat with reckless abandon, letting the submissive pleasure drain all of her guilt and stress. She took it all, enraptured by the massive member that touched for the first time, allowing him to force her to a strained position her body was unequipped to handle.
Yet, it wasn't exactly easy for William as well, Willow decided as she listened to the noises he was making, groans and grunts in equal measure as he tossed his head back in clear ecstasy. "Damn, Willow, your throat is incredibly tight," he whispered.
Willow pulled. "Tighter than Buffy?" she asked, feeling vindictive with a smirk, but that slipped away the moment he frowned.
"No need to be a bitch, Willow. I'm helping you, that doesn't allow you to insult my girlfriend."
Willow was mortified. "I - I didn't mean it like that. She's my best friend. I was just excited…" she rambled, panicking wildly.
"I think you deserve to be punished," he said as rose slightly. Willow froze, immobile. "But it doesn't mean you have to stop," he said as he grabbed her hair, pushing her down once more. With her body making a ninety-degree to his, he was able to use his free hand to reach her ass… which she only realized once his free hand landed on her ass, hard enough to leave a stinging sensation.
She continued sucking… until he spanked her again, which allowed her to hit her limit, followed by her most intense orgasm yet.
"That was amazing," he said, which made her smile despite her trembling body. "I think you learned the lesson you wanted," he said, his smirk showing the intent behind his words. Willow nodded hesitantly, and he smirked in victory.
"Excellent. Now, you better dress and leave before Buffy finishes her shower. We pushed our luck enough. Actually, it's better if I distract her, so you can change," he said as he walked to the bathroom, leaving her alone.
Willow wanted to say that there was no risk, that Buffy was aware of her presence all along… but that, she couldn't explain before she explained Buffy's supernatural powers. A discussion that should best had… never, she decided as she quickly dressed and left…
One thing was certain. She had to visit Buffy tonight and have a talk…
Chapter 17
Buffy didn't know what she had been doing as she stayed on her knees, her eyes still pressed against the keyhole. She should have kicked the door and stopped them long ago, or better, she shouldn't have gone with it in the first place.
When she allowed her boyfriend to tease Willow, she didn't expect her to be completely naked!
Her shock had been enough to freeze Buffy for a while, enough to keep her frozen. She had always been good at reacting to surprises in combat, but clearly, that didn't extend to social situations.
At least, social situations where her boyfriend and her best friend ended up sitting next to each other, naked.
And, once they sat, Buffy decided it was already done, and there was no need to complicate things further. One of them would stop it soon enough, she reasoned… but only when Willow's lips wrapped around her boyfriend's cock, did she remember she was supposed to give a signal.
A signal she failed to give even as Willow was hit by a desperate climax, ending up helpless and trembling. Worse, as she watched that, she felt her body heating up, her mind blank with pleasure. Her hand rebelled as she played with herself.
Once again she missed an opportunity to intervene when William stopped it, and ordered Willow to leave while making an excuse about keeping her away.
Buffy froze when she realized the close call. What if William had actually gone forward with the next logical step without her signal… would he have taken Willow's virginity?
Would she have let him?
The questions pinned her in place as William opened the door and stepped inside - choosing a moment Willow was looking away, thankfully, or she would have seen her, naked and peeking. "Oh, someone enjoyed the show," he commented softly. "Maybe I should have not stopped."
Buffy opened her mouth to answer, but he used the opportunity to push his hips forward, leveraging the opportunity to turn that into an intense oral service.
While his cock was still coated with Willow's spit.
"Wow, that's one way to have an indirect kiss," he mocked even as he invaded her throat once more. Buffy blushed at the statement. It was the first time she heard it, but it wasn't hard to understand the core of it.
She was glad that her mouth was full, as she had no idea how she would answer that. She still couldn't answer why she had just watched from the keyhole without intervening.
Sometimes, it was easier to avoid problems, she decided. It had been the case when she ran away from home. And it was the case right now, where she had the option of servicing her boyfriend with her throat and having an honest talk about her confusing reaction. She took the easy option and grabbed his legs, pulling him deeper into her throat.
"Wow, you're so much better than Willow," he commented, and despite the absurdity, Buffy found herself smiling - well, as much as she could with her mouth strained to the limit - at the compliment. But, he continued speaking. "Maybe we should visit her tonight for a proper lesson," he added.
And just like that, her joy was gone. Not replaced by anger as a sane person would feel… but a guilty excitement.
She had problems.
She chose to ignore the uncomfortable truth once more as she grabbed his thighs even tighter and moved faster and faster… putting her Slayer speed to the limit.
He didn't bother warning her when he was about to cum. The only warning was a twitch of his cock in her mouth before he started pulsing, filling her mouth and throat, a groan filling the room. "Damn, Buffy. That blowjob was supernatural," he commented. "I can't believe you were able to move that fast."
Realizing that she might have just outed as the Slayer, Buffy was glad to have an excuse not to speak. She latched to his throbbing cock, letting it fill her mouth and throat, and rather than swallowing it, she gathered it in her mouth.
When he pulled out, she was struggling to breathe with his seed clogging her throat, causing cum bubbles to blow from her lips. She hummed in appreciation as she stood up, searching for an excuse to make him forget that comment.
Luckily, that was not hard to find when she was completely naked. A couple steps later, and she was under the shower - which was still flowing to trick Willow - and put her hands on the wall, with her ass pointing toward him.
A gulp later, her mouth was free. "Come on, honey. I'm still feeling horny after that show… Take me," she moaned throatily, and he rushed, his fingers immediately at her wetness, pumping wildly while he waited for his shaft to recover.
This time, it took a while for him to recover, but under the merciless assault of his fingers, Buffy didn't have a problem with that fact. They had been going on for a while, and not everyone had her supernatural endurance.
Still, his fingers were more than enough to push her to another climax in quick order, especially after that long show. She was ready to close her eyes and surrender herself to the pleasure.
"So, did you like the show me with your cute redheaded friend?" he whispered, showing that he didn't share her desire for silence. She moaned loudly, hoping that he would forget the question. And, when he grabbed her wet hair and pulled, leaving her neck positioned for his hungry lips, she thought that she had been successful in distracting him.
Reality disagreed when after a searing kiss, he moved to her ear, but rather than focusing on her earlobe, he repeated the question.
"I…" she whispered, pushing her ass out in the hopes of distracting him, but it failed.
"Tell me," he ordered.
Her mind blanked with pleasure, she had no hope of lying. "I… I liked it," she found herself admitting no matter how much she felt ashamed of that. What kind of girl liked watching her boyfriend fooling with other women. She tensed, afraid that he would pull back and leave her.
Just like her father. Just like an angel. Just like her first watcher.
A part of her suggested that those comparisons were not fair… but she was not in a state of mind to process that detail. Instead, she found herself begging as she turned to face him, the water flowing over her. "P-please don't leave me. I'll do anything. Please, please…" she whispered deliriously, afraid that he would claim she was a weirdo and leave.
He just smiled gently before leaning for a kiss. "Don't worry about it, Buffy. That's a normal feeling. I'm not going to judge you for it. You're mine…"
"T-thank you," she whispered several times while they kissed, and in the process, a certain part of anatomy returned to life… a fact she learned when he shifted his hips and slid inside, adding a merciless thumping to their gentle kiss.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned.
He stayed silent for a while as he pumped, letting her enjoy the euphoric bliss he was providing. She was about to climax, when he spoke again. "But we can't just ignore this either," he commented.
Buffy had to bite her lips not to curse. Couldn't he wait just a minute more to speak? Luckily, even though his hips slowed, they continued to move, not completely depriving her of pleasure. "W-what are we going to do?" she found herself whispering.
"We need to go and visit Willow tonight, have dinner with her, and talk with her. Our prank had gone a bit too far, and we owe her a fair talk."
"That… okay, but we need to go before the evening," she admitted. They still needed to go for a patrol, and she preferred William not to walk around while it was dark. Now that the discussion came to an end, she tried to move faster, trying to cum… which he prevented easily by pinning her against the wall, continuing his slow assault.
"Good, but only if you wear what I ask," he suggested.
"Whatever you want," Buffy growled as she suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled him for a searing kiss. "Just fuck me hard, you bastard…"
He followed her suggestion, and his hips danced furiously once more, and soon, she was cumming once again as she let ecstasy roll over her.
The pleasure worked wonders to make her not to ask any further questions about the visit to Willow, and why he needed to pick what she wore for a serious talk with Willow…
Her orgasms were far more important.
I couldn't help but be amazed as I walked through the most expensive store in Sunnydale picking up some clothes for Buffy, ready to claim that I had received my advance from work and I wanted to spoil my girlfriend; with the condition that she would still wear what I had picked for her for the visit that would follow.
Clothes, and one surprise non-clothing item.
But, that wasn't the only gain of the day.
Buffy went home to visit her mother after the extended shower fun, leaving me free to poke around. I once again visited a public computer, first checking the results of my digital scams and password phishing… and the results were far better than I expected.
A lot of zeros, enough to tempt me to stay in this dimension despite the shocking string of potential apocalypses; unfortunately, I felt that that was not a choice I could make either way.
I ignored that detail and instead focused on moving the money I stole, creating a simple offshore trick to launder money trivial before all those pesky international laws to keep it under control.
Being in an alternate version of the past had its advantages.
And, with sufficient money to poke around, I had options. Options such as sending several nice music venues some advance fee so that they could invite and test one of the groups I was interested in. An unusual offer, but three venues jumped at my offer the moment I mentioned the bonus I would pay them for it. I even offered them a bonus if they could put the said band to a last-minute show tonight.
Making sure there were no pesky werewolves that could smell his girlfriend.
Money might not bring happiness, but it certainly worked wonders to remove the roadblocks.
Now, I just needed to convince Buffy was a threesome was the best way to help her shy friend get over her boy issues.
I was very hopeful about the development of the night… enough that I had gone and purchased [Endurance I] from the shop. It was an investment that would pay incredible dividends if the night developed the way I planned - though I was glad that I had taken it alone.
Absorbing it was quick, but very painful.
All I needed was to convince both girls that a little skinship would only help their friendship. Luckily, the intensity of her arousal when I finally attended to her in the bathroom suggested it might not be as difficult as I first envisioned…
Chapter 18
Willow didn't want to answer the door despite the incessant ringing, too busy trying to decide what to say once she visited Buffy, her mind churning with possibilities, the biggest dilemma about whether she should mention she knew what truly happened or not…
No, that was not the biggest question she wanted to ask, that was just the biggest she was willing to admit herself, she admitted, blushing badly as she pushed the other question down.
She was confused enough that, even when Oz called, she didn't answer, letting it go to voicemail. She didn't even listen, still confused.
Then, the door rang again, making her sigh. She picked a robe, as she was certainly not dressed to answer the door, wearing her favorite after-shower ensemble, a pair of cotton shorts, and a tank top. And, since they had been her favorites for a while, they were rather tight on her.
Making the robe a necessity, but she didn't close the front. That, she could do once she checked the identity of the visitor.
She walked to the door and checked the keyhole - Sunnydale had too many threats for her to just open the door, even during the day. - only to freeze.
It was Buffy.
Who, for some reason, was wearing a very stylish trenchcoat. Probably hiding a weapon or two underneath, Willow reasoned and ignored it.
She wanted to act like she was not at home. Unfortunately, that wouldn't work against Buffy, who had already heard her footsteps. "Come on, Willow, I heard your footsteps, Just open the door, we have to talk," she said.
Willow was close to asking where was that hearing back in the motel room… but she was too cowardly to just declare it. Instead, she opened the door.
The moment she opened the door, she received a compliment, which made her freeze. "You look great, Willow. Maybe I should visit more often."
The problem. It wasn't Buffy that complimented her.
It was William.
"Behave," Buffy said playfully as she slapped his chest. "Willow is too shy to handle it."
Just like that, her shyness was replaced by hints of anger. "Don't worry about it. I was just surprised. Do you want to come inside?" Willow said rapidly as she invited them. They followed her inside. "Sorry about the way I dressed, Buffy," Willow said with a sudden hint of courage as she removed her robe, giving them a glimpse of her outfit.
"Oh, not a problem. You look cute," Buffy said. It would have been a compliment if it wasn't for the way she focused on the last word, making Willow frown.
But, before she could retaliate, Buffy removed her coat, showing that she wasn't hiding weapons underneath.
She wore it to not be arrested for violating public decency laws. Willow couldn't help but gasp as she took the way Buffy's lacy black top hugged her body perfectly, leaving no doubt about her lack of a bra - not that it was needed, as her deep cleavage was quick to reveal that fact. Her leather miniskirt hugged her hips even tighter, but the material left her to wonder whether she had any panties…
The ensemble was completed with beautiful boots that covered half of her calves, and somehow, most importantly, a beautiful choker.
Willow was sure the outfit cost her a month's paycheck while she was working in the city, but she couldn't say that it was a waste. Then, as she enjoyed the sight, she caught William's gaze, blushing once he winked at her.
She was glad that her parents were never home.
Buffy smirked as she enjoyed her silence before she walked toward the couch in the living room. "We need to talk, Willow," she said as she patted the couch.
"Maybe I should change before-" Willow started, desperately needing some time to moisten her dry throat.
"That won't be necessary," Buffy said, and sent her a sharp glare. Willow followed and sat.
But she didn't expect William to sit on her other side rather than taking a seat to Buffy's right. Immediately, she blushed as she looked at Buffy.
William was the first to speak. "So, Willow, it's hard to say that but, apparently, Buffy had noticed what happened once -" he started, looking hesitant. Willow looked at Buffy, who closed her eyes with what could only be smug satisfaction, then checked William's stressed attitude.
Suddenly, she felt angry. After all, Buffy knew what was going on all along due to her Slayer hearing, yet not only let Willow get stuck in the wardrobe, but also didn't interrupt when William talked with her… and more.
And, she had the gall to torture him about it. It was wrong.
Very wrong.
She decided to change it. "Oh, I'm sure she knew it from the beginning," she cut in as she looked at Buffy, who was utterly shocked.
"W-what do you mean?" Buffy stammered, but her shock was enough to confirm it. Not for Willow, as she already knew, but for her poor boyfriend.
Willow looked at William. "My best friend here has sharp hearing. Very sharp, enough that I'm willing to bet anything that she knew I was in the wardrobe, yet said nothing." She turned to Buffy. "Isn't that right?"
"I…" Buffy just stammered.
"Buffy, speak," William suddenly ordered, his earlier apologetic attitude melting away, leaving its place to a… man. Truly and completely. Willow shivered when she remembered when she saw that exact attitude.
When she was punished after mocking Buffy.
"I'm sorry. I felt like it was a good joke. I didn't expect her to be naked."
William sighed as he looked at Willow. "I'm sorry about it, Willow. I didn't expect things to go that way," he said.
Willow just nodded, trying to adapt to the chain of events. "Buffy come here," he said, and much to Willow's shock, Buffy obediently stood in front of him with her hands gathered in front of her, like she was about to receive detention.
"Now, on my lap. Such a great betrayal needs punishment," he declared. And, to Willow's shock, Buffy lay on his lap like a disobedient child, the position straining her skirt.
"Maybe I should go," Willow whispered, realizing what was about to follow. She had experienced that exact thing, and it was too shameful to have an observer.
"Stay, she watched you getting punished," William ordered.
Suddenly, Willow changed her mind about leaving. She had forgotten that she had seen that particular event as well. She decided to stay.
Interestingly, Buffy didn't complain as she lay on his lap, silent and waiting for him. Willow knew that she should have left… but neither her legs nor her lips worked as he raised his hand, and it landed on her ass.
Buffy gasped, louder than Willow expected.
"Oh, she's faking," Willow commented immediately.
"Really?" William said, but somehow, Buffy stayed silent except letting out another gasp as he spanked her.
"Oh, and what would you do if she wasn't faking?" he said. There was a problem with his reaction, but the way he smiled, suggestive yet mysterious, brought her back to earlier the day, and she failed to dig deeper into that change.
"W-whatever you want," Willow found herself whispering, then her eyes widened as she realized the full nature of her offer. What if he asked for… more. Worse, what if she couldn't gather enough willpower to say no. "Or, I'll take her place for the punishment," Willow added before he could take advantage of her mistake.
No matter how much she wanted to be taken advantage of. It was wrong, but dressed revealingly while watching her best friend being spanked, she found that the temptation was impossible to ignore.
A summer filled with frustration left her helpless.
"How about you receive equal punishment. Buffy still needs to learn her lesson," he said, then spanked her again. "Don't you, honey?"
"Yes," Buffy moaned, loud and strained as he timed it to another spank.
"D-deal," Willow answered. "But how are we going to prove it?"
"Oh, simple," he said with a victorious smirk as he grabbed the edge of her skirt, and slowly started to pull higher. Willow should have argued, but as more and more of Buffy's thighs were revealed, her attention was locked there.
She watched… a bit too intently, she had to admit, bringing her a question she readily ignored. Instead, she lost her breath as the skirt moved higher and higher, and soon, gave Willow the first hint of her wet pussy, also confirming her earlier question about whether she had been wearing underwear.
She was not.
"How's this going to help-" Willow started to ask, only to gasp when he pulled Buffy's skirt more, and revealed a glittering little gem, stuck in her puckered hole.
"That's how I know it," he said as he slapped Buffy's ass once more, this time directly at her naked flesh, which made Buffy moan even louder.
Only then, Willow had paid attention to Buffy's cry. As a side effect of constantly fighting against the supernatural, she had heard Buffy crying in pain many times.
And that was not pain.
"From your expression, I'm sure you're willing to admit defeat," William said.
Willow didn't answer. Couldn't answer, not when she couldn't argue about her loss. After all, her claim wasn't about whether Buffy was hurting, but whether she was faking her cries.
She was not.
So, Willow watched as William spanked Buffy's ass slowly, deliberately, each hit making her aroused even more. Yet, she counted, even as the count passed ten and continued to climb, fearing her turn, very much aware that she would receive the exact same number.
Worst, she was looking forward to it.
There was something wrong with her…
Chapter 19
Willow's realization about something being wrong with her didn't get any better as she watched William spanking Buffy… and she received it obediently. It was absurd. It was Buffy…
"Do you want to take a turn?" he suddenly asked.
"A-a turn, d-doing what?" Willow asked despite knowing exactly what he was offering, trying to earn herself some time. She couldn't just come out and accept such an offer, could she?
"Come on, Willow, you're a smart young woman, you know exactly what I meant," he said. And, as if to make sure his message was conveyed properly, he slapped Buffy's ass again, making her moan even louder.
Willow waited for Buffy to say something. A heated rejection was what she expected, but she would settle for a whimpering no as well. Yet, she said nothing as William caressed her naked ass.
Her resistance to the idea dwindled every second.
Until her hand rose… and landed on Buffy's ass.
"Come on, Willow, you can do better," he goaded her.
"I don't want to hurt her," Willow said even as she raised her hand once more.
"Imagine how much she hurt you by leaving without even talking with you," he said, his smirk victorious, like Willow was so easy to manipulate, that she would try to hurt Buffy at the mere mention of the months she had gone through without her best friend.
Her hand landed on Buffy's ass again, this time much louder, making Buffy gasp in pain.
Okay, Willow admitted in her mind. Maybe she wasn't that hard to manipulate.
"Good, again," he said, and Willow raised her hand, ready to slap Buffy's ass again despite knowing it was wrong. Somehow, it felt right.
However, before she could complete the hit, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She looked at him questioningly. "We need to make sure she doesn't make too much noise. We don't want the neighbors to get here right."
Willow wanted to snort. It was Sunnydale. Any neighbor that was willing to respond to a cry of pain had long turned into vampire feed. Yet, she wasn't able to say that, as she noticed exactly where he was looking. "W-what do you have in mind?" she still asked.
"Well, your cotton shorts look just soft enough to function as a makeshift gag," he said playfully. Then, his attitude shifted. "Remove them."
Asking her to undress next to his girlfriend was supposed to be a daring move… yet it was not. He had already seen her naked, and Buffy was fully aware - maybe even watching - when they did… things… while naked.
It was a reminder to her just how badly the situation had devolved and that being half-naked was barely a footnote. But, just a reminder, as under his gaze, she was able to resist the temptation only a second before she grabbed her waistband and slipped her shorts down, crossing her legs to hide her wetness.
Not exactly the greatest coverage, she thought as she blushed, but she still passed her shorts to him, which then he stuffed into Buffy's mouth. "Much better, continue," he said.
Willow spanked Buffy again, making her let out another muffled moan. Beautiful.
Again, she spanked, feeling a tingling in her core. At the same time, William reached forward and touched Buffy's wetness, his fingers dancing freely. It must feel great, as Buffy moaned very loudly.
Willow spanked her again, this time even harder. She couldn't help but be resentful at her pleasure, but when she looked at William, she found that he was looking at her. She found herself blushing profusely.
"Is there a problem, Willow?" he asked even as he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, his touch enough to make her shiver. Especially since he didn't bother removing his hand, his touch leaving a lingering feeling. He must have felt her sudden tenseness, as he followed with a concerned tone. "I can stop touching you if that makes you uncomfortable."
"N-no. It doesn't. I want… I w-want you to touch me," she admitted. "It feels good."
"Very good," he said softly, and then, his tone changed once more, the sudden sharpness leaving her core tingling. "Now, continue spanking."
Willow slapped Buffy's ass once more, while he dragged his fingers upward. For a moment, she expected - hoped - that he would touch her breasts, but then, he passed it, instead caressing her hair gently. "You have beautiful hair. Red and bright. Very striking," he said.
She shivered as he complimented her. Somehow, his targeted compliments worked even better than his touch.
Then, he dragged his fingers down, this time pulling off her top, and she changed her mind about the same time he grabbed her nipple, twisting slightly.
His touch was definitely better. Much better, even, she added as he started caressing her breasts aggressively, a moan escaping her mouth.
Buffy tried to look toward them. "Warn her to focus on her punishment," William directed her.
Willow slapped Buffy's ass. "You heard her, slut. Eyes at the front," Willow found herself ordering even though it made her burn in shame.
"You're learning it very fast," he whispered, and suddenly, he raised Buffy and placed her on the side of the couch, her legs stretching, and pushed Willow toward her as well. "Now, show me how you can handle it without me."
Willow blushed as she ended up with Buffy's feet stretching over her naked legs. But, under William's expectant gaze, she continued speaking. "Good, now, caress her pussy to remind her of the sense of pleasure. That way, it'll hurt more."
Willow found his explanation suspect, but as she dipped her fingers lower to her wetness, she found a different type of desire rising in her. One that was strong enough to make her ignore the rest and focus on the wet feeling around her fingers as she pushed.
She barely registered him sitting other side of her… at least until his fingers started caressing her legs. "You're doing excellent, Willow," he whispered into her ear, his voice once again different. This time, it was throaty, needy… and made her feel wanted.
All the things her boyfriend failed to make her feel despite dating for months.
He deserved a reward, she thought with a shiver, and uncrossed her legs, revealing her wetness… though still afraid that he would just start… do the same thing she was doing Buffy.
He surprised her once more by putting his hand on her inner thigh rather than higher, which she quickly grew glad to… though for a reason that surprised her. His touch already left burning tracks of pleasure along her inner thigh, enough to drive her crazy… and she doubted that she could handle the rest.
She shuddered in ecstasy, unable to believe just how charged his touch was. Somehow, it was even better than her motel encounter - though it might also be about the fact that she had been rubbing herself raw in the wardrobe for hours.
Or, it might be about the fact that she was busy with… nope, she wasn't going to go there.
Instead, she busied herself enjoying the moment, ignoring any dangerous, potentially loaded question about what she might or might not like.
Then, his fingers reached her entrance, the explosion of pleasure enough to create a flood that dragged away all those uncomfortable questions, leaving only pleasure behind. She bit her lips to contain her cries, but she utterly failed.
She abandoned herself in orgasmic pleasure, enough that the fact that he was being undressed turned into background noise… at least for a while, until he grabbed her thigh with a much more domineering manner, and pushed her down. Not completely, she was still upright, but there was a dangerous space he could leverage.
She turned toward it. "Do you want it?" he asked, the alignment of his cock leaving no doubt about what exactly he was offering. He was offering to free her from her pesky virginity.
Even with everything, it was still a shock for him to offer that right next to Buffy. Though, it was even bigger of a shock for her to realize she wanted it to happen. Even through the haze of bliss and pleasure that settled over her, her desire was clear.
She had lived enough as a virgin.
She wanted to have fun.
She found herself nodding, and he pushed her until she was lying on the couch, on her back, right between Buffy's legs. She wanted to deliver a sarcastic remark about making a girl special… but she held it back.
What if he changed his mind and asked Buffy to leave. For some reason, she found it very appropriate to lose her virginity next to Buffy, who was not only her best friend, but also changed her life by showing the truth of the world… for better or worse.
She opened her legs at the same she grabbed Buffy's legs.
Ready to take an incredible step…
Chapter 20
"Ready?" he whispered, a sudden kindness in his tone, but Willow just nodded. No second thoughts. She wanted this to happen. Even through the haze of pleasure, she knew that she didn't want to be the only virgin in their group anymore. Buffy had long resolved that problem - very permanently considering everything she had seen during the day - and the less said about Cordelia, the better.
She wanted to taste the same pleasure she watched Buffy enjoy for hours.
He pushed slowly, patiently. Which was good, as despite her wetness, she felt extremely, uncomfortably tight for a moment; but as a vorecious reader, she had already done her research, and she knew it would pass.
She just bit her lips, and waited for him to continue. He moved, but gently, shallowly. Willow didn't want that. Even with the potential discomfort, she wanted what Buffy had been having. So, she timed herself and pushed just as he moved… impaling herself halfway with his monster.
A moan escaped her mouth as the pain hit, but just like the spanks, it was followed by pleasure. "That's how you want to play, cutie?" he asked. Willow barely managed to open her eyes and caught his amused grin, but she still nodded. "As you wish," he said with a smirk on his face… and moved.
It was hard. It was sharp. It was incredible. As he moved, she felt an incredible girth stretching her as she had never felt before, one that made her tingle with excitement and desire. "Yes, just like that," Willow moaned as she grabbed the closest thing she could.
Buffy's legs.
Cries exploded from her as he used her leverage to move even faster. Admittedly, the first minute or two was rather uncomfortable… she could easily understand some of the girls hating sex when combined with their mentions about just how little their boyfriend could last.
Luckily, Willow knew for a very solid fact that William had not that problem. She had watched the evidence of it earlier the day, when he managed to wear out Buffy - and she had supernatural stamina.
No, Willow thought as she moaned after another push, discomfort already faded completely, leaving her to deal with pure pleasure.
She opened her eyes to look at his face, though hesitant. Even now, she was afraid of his expression. She was familiar with his expression of passion - once again thanks to her naughty peeking - but she was afraid of that particular look being absent from his face. She was afraid that he would just look bored and indulgent.
A favor to poor little Willow.
Then, she caught his expression, and all of her fears burned in the flames of his passion. He looked… sexy, smoldering, dark, dangerous; but most importantly, burning with desire.
"Harder," Willow moaned, suddenly lost in his dark eyes, unable to deal with the overwhelming wave of arousal that followed, doing her best to rock back and forth. Willow knew she couldn't move as elegantly as Buffy, but she did her best.
"Moan for me, you desperate little minx," he commented.
A demeaning statement, almost an insult, but it only made her feel the pleasure more. She opened her mouth, obeying his order. Her moans rose, even more intense, her hips moving as steadily as she could manage.
And then, an orgasm hit. Or, the orgasm… as she couldn't call the others that she had experienced orgasms if the true one felt like this. Her skin burned completely, even somehow including her fingertips. Something snapped in her as her brain turned into mush, and for a moment, she had lost the meaning of her location.
Yet, he continued moving.
As her body still trembling with the aftershocks, she paid little attention to anything, barely even registering Buffy moving away, depriving herself of her most important support… and more. When she managed to open her eyes once more, she noticed two things. Buffy was standing next to William, sharing a heated kiss…
And Buffy was completely naked.
While William continued to fuck her.
Willow should have felt jealous, angry… something. Something other than pure desire, yet somehow, Buffy kissing the man who was busy hammering Willow made everything feel better.
Much better. Incredibly better.
Then, William spoke. "Buffy, sweetie, Willow looks a bit jealous," he said. Willow was not! She was the farthest she could be from jealous. The opposite side, even, and she was about to inform them… the moment she could control her moans. Then, William continued. "How about you give her a kiss as well."
And, just like that, Willow aborted her plans of informing them about her lack of jealousy… Who was she to argue with William…
She tried to catch the byplay between them, but the pleasure was too thick for her to actually catch their communication… not that she cared. She was far more interested in Buffy's naked body leaning toward her… and her lips landing on hers.
And, fireworks exploded in her, bringing her pleasure to a new, unbelievable level. Buffy's lips danced on hers gently, softly, her incredible strength replaced with gentleness, making Willow's body tremble.
She whimpered when Buffy pulled back, but before she could say anything, she felt a weight over her body. William, leaning over, his muscles melding against her body, his hips still drilling hard. "Damn, now I feel jealous," he said, which was all he said before his lips replaced Buffy's.
His kiss was different, but no less amazing. Where Buffy's lips were gentle and soft, almost indecisive, his were sharp, domineering, and completely relentless. His tongue delved into her mouth, stirring her pleasure as decisively as his cock had been doing with his endless, merciless impaling.
She could easily understand why people got obsessed with sex… though she suspected hers was not exactly an average experience.
This couldn't get any better… right?
It didn't take long for her to realize that was not the case. Buffy's lips landed on her body once more, but since her lips were occupied, she chose to kiss her neck, slowly moving down to her collarbone, each fleeting kiss leaving her skin burning.
It was incredible.
"Now, that's enough warm-up. Are you ready for the real thing?" William asked.
Willow's eyes widened. That was a warm-up! Yet, despite the fear flickering in her, she found herself nodding desperately. She didn't remember the last time she wanted something as intensely.
The searing kiss continued, but a pair of hands moved to her shoulders, pinning her in place in a way that she couldn't move. She knew she had no hope of breaking that, as those hands were too soft and dainty to belong to William.
No, they belonged to her friend with supernatural strength. Willow looked up as William pulled back from the kiss, and found Buffy on the couch, on her knees, giving an excellent angle of her body, including the glittering anal plug.
"Are you ready for true fun, Willow?" Buffy asked as well. Willow didn't answer. Or, more accurately, couldn't answer. William started moving, as the sound of their bodies hitting filled the room, each merciless hit fully depositing him inside her, teaching her about her true limits. The sound of their bodies clasping was deafening, almost as deafening as her moans.
Willow reacted by wrapping her legs around my waist. It was a feeble grab, the best she could do with her body losing any hint of strength, but she did her best to pull him even deeper. Her moans rose once more as his hands explored her body freely, every inch under his control…
Her tightening declared her climax, and her trembling showed the growing impact…
This time, she was not alone. He managed to pull back just at the last moment, and while she was busy trembling and moaning, she felt her body being subjected to some kind of rain… He was cumming on her stomach and tits, Willow realized, enjoying it immensely.
"Oh, sorry about it. I made a mess," he said. Willow would have argued, but she was far too gone to complain. Then, he followed up with another suggestion, one that made her regret her state of utter exhaustion. "Buffy, sweetie. Why don't you clean up your friend?" he asked.
Buffy didn't say anything, but Willow felt her lips on her stomach, licking her clean. Another amazing feeling… too bad she was completely spent, she thought as she drifted away…
Glad that she had lost her virginity in such a spectacular way.
"I - didn't - expect - Willow - to - be - this - horny," Buffy said, or at least, tried to say. Half of it, I had to decipher.
Not that I blamed her, considering she was bent over the sleeping and naked figure of her friend, being drilled even more mercilessly than the sexy redhead had received. Though, I had to say, I agreed with her. Willow didn't even put a token resistance before she joined into a threesome.
She must have been suppressing her sexual orientation even tighter than her pussy had been at the start.
"She still has a lot to learn," I commented as I exploded into Buffy, ending another session while sneakily telling her that I had no intention of stopping to fuck Willow, betting on the pleasure of softening that message.
It did, as Buffy didn't even comment on it as she collapsed on Willow's figure.
However, there, I experienced a setback. Buffy checked the clock, and her eyes widened. "Oh, I need to leave. I promised my mom… something," Buffy said, her panicked tone implying that she wanted to go out on a patrol. "But you should stay with Willow. She can't wake up alone after everything!"
A pity, as we were yet to move on her tight hole, leaving it prepared but untouched.
More importantly, it gave me another opportunity to tap into the supernatural side of things. Another decision to make…
Chapter 21
Even as I watched Buffy leave, I came to a decision.
It was time for me to dip into the supernatural aspects of the world. I almost spoke with Buffy about it, trying to convince her to bring me with her… but I decided against it. I simply couldn't come up with a convincing reason to come with her that wouldn't position me as a clingy, overprotective brother.
And, it would likely be for nothing. Even if I managed to convince her, she would just go home instead of going to a patrol. Trying to follow her would have been better, but only marginally. Helping her in a sudden fight was nice, but that assumed I managed to follow her without being caught in the first place.
Luckily, Buffy explicitly asked me to stay with Willow, giving me an extra advantage.
Even under the best of circumstances, Willow was hardly the most successful secret keeper imaginable. She was poor under pressure - as long as that pressure came from a friendly source and not an enemy, in which case she was exceedingly brave - and she had a tendency to let things slip when she was panicked or distracted.
Luckily, her current situation was designed perfectly to keep her from focusing. She was naked, exhausted, and alone with me right after she lost her virginity in a discount threesome.
I should just retire if I couldn't make her spill the truth of the issue in less than an hour. Could I push her to speak even faster? Certainly, but in that case, I would have to apply pressure in a more stressful, boring kind.
I much preferred to have fun while we played.
Willow stirred out of the best dream of her life, but she kept her eyes closed, murmuring as she tried to hold onto its remnants, afraid of forgetting the details. It was simply too great of a memory to be forgotten.
Yet, a while later, she realized that those memories were strangely persistent, unlike some flowing dream sands. Suspicious, but before she could dig further into it, a delicious smell hit her nose. She failed to recognize the food, but realized what it implied.
She was not alone. Which hadn't been the case. So, either a supernatural threat invaded her house but rather than dealing with her, they decided to prepare dinner… or her dream wasn't as illusionary as she had first assumed.
She felt a full-body blush spreading in. Worse, she shuffled slightly, and the way her body felt against the familiar texture of her couch told her that there was nothing to hide that blush from any possible observer.
As she opened her eyes, she was afraid… but whether she was afraid of a certain someone's absence or presence, she didn't want to think about.
But, the relief that flooded her when she opened her eyes and saw William walking out of the kitchen carrying two plates sufficiently answered that question.
She bit her lips as she watched him walk, taking note of how he looked. He was not naked, but considering he was wearing only an apron and nothing else, it wasn't exactly an improvement. Considering it was a frilly apron with an amusing drawing at the center, it was supposed to be hilarious and ridiculous.
Somehow, he looked sexy.
"Oh, you're awake," he commented as he put the plates on the dining table and started walking toward her. Feeling self-conscious, she looked around, but found her surroundings bereft of any cover except some pillows. She wanted to hug them… but stopped, afraid that she would look ridiculous.
She was a big girl. She could handle it.
"Pity, I wanted to wake up the sleeping beauty myself," he said.
Willow would have loved to say that such a comment was very inappropriate when coming from her best friend's boyfriend, but as socially inept as she was, she was aware that the particular train on that aspect had long left the station.
Technically, she could declare that whatever happened was a great mistake and could never happen before kicking him out… but there was a problem with that strategy as well. A colossal one, even.
She didn't want to.
At all.
While she was lost in her thoughts, he continued leaning forward, and soon, she found his lips covering hers. Helpless, she just leaned to the kiss, enjoying his tongue's invasion once more.
But a yelp escaped her mouth as she found herself floating… or, as her mind corrected a second later, being carried in a bridal hold. "Since I lost the opportunity to wake the sleeping beauty up, I should at least treat her," he said.
Willow didn't know what to say, so after some consideration, she decided to focus on the meal. "That smells delicious," she complimented.
"Not as delicious as you," he answered, and another blush crept through her neck, overlapping with the previous one. She hated her nudity… well, even more, apart from the obvious reasons.
Him removing the apron to turn fully naked didn't help… nor the fact that, rather than sitting on her own seat, he pulled her to his lap, his hardness poking areas that were best left untouched.
Even though it was a bit late for that.
"Open wide," he said. She obeyed, and he started feeding her using his own fork.
His food was delicious as well. Sexy, thoughtful, handsome, muscular, and now, an excellent cook. Damn him. Did that man have no faults?
… other than being the boyfriend of her best friend, of course.
Unfortunately, as he continued to feed her, even that particular drawback didn't seem to be particularly important. Not after the intimate moment they shared.
Especially after Buffy seemed to be comfortable leaving them alone while she went upstairs. Well, Willow thought. If Buffy was willing to leave her naked boyfriend alone with Willow after he took her virginity, she didn't have any right to complain.
"Now, this part, chew slowly while taking deep, nice breaths from your nose. It'll hit very differently," he suggested, and she followed his suggestion, focusing on the food.
Meanwhile, he focused on her body, caressing her breasts.
She shouldn't want this. She shouldn't want William to play with her body like a piano, with every press creating another ethereal melody. The pleasure hit her hard, making her tremble.
Of course, if she didn't want him to play with her, maybe she should stabilize her hips rather than rocking them softly, enjoying the feeling of his presence underneath. The presence of his incredible cock underneath her made her feel more and more pleasure, her entrance getting wetter and wetter.
She continued rocking her hips even when his hands landed on her hips and raised her slightly, and once again felt him slowly penetrating into her core. She couldn't stop it from happening; not that she wanted to. She bit her lips, the pleasure from the food taking second place.
But then, she remembered something. "W-where's Buffy," Willow asked, afraid of how Buffy would react. It was safer to make sure Buffy was happy with it, just in case. And maybe ask her to join as well…
"Oh, looking for another threesome already. Careful, honey. You might damage my confidence if you're not careful."
"N-no, not that," Willow answered rapidly. "I just wanted to make sure that she has no problem about-" she started, only for her words to die halfway as he pushed her down, and she was invaded once more.
She immediately turned into a moaning mess, anticipating her next climax. Waiting for it, even.
"You don't need to worry, honey. I'm just teasing you," he explained. "Buffy had to go out, some kind of emergency. She said she was going home, but as she left, she was murmuring about something about some kind of annoying patrol," he said, and Willow froze.
It was a mistake, as he tensed as well. He grabbed her hips hard, making her movement stop. "I assumed that it was just some kind of neighborhood watch thing, but the way you tense at the suggestion suggests something else. Why don't you tell me?"
Willow froze, realizing that she made a mistake that might reveal Buffy's biggest secret. The problem, Buffy should be the one to reveal that.
"Ah, it's just that there's an annoying guy that always hits Buffy. Nothing to worry about," Willow answered, answering quickly. She was not exactly quick to answer in many other issues, but when it came to finding excuses for to sudden disappearances of Buffy, she was a master.
"Should I go and show up, just to make sure he knows not to go around and be annoying."
"Certainly not. Buffy would hate it," Willow answered. It was not even a lie. Buffy would have hated it if that was the case. Though, if he crashed a patrol because of her, her anger might have a different, redheaded target.
"Still, maybe I should-" he started.
Willow decided that she needed an excuse not to speak, so she suddenly pulled out… no matter how annoying was stopping the incredible pleasure halfway. He looked surprised, and Willow smiled, doing her best to copy one of Cordelia's mean smiles. "Oh, bored of me already…" she said with a pouting tone as she fell on her knees. "Maybe I should make sure I'm more entertaining," she added.
And took his monster into her mouth, sinking deep despite the discomfort in her throat turning into gagging.
Crisis averted.
She was a genius.
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Fascinating, I thought as I bent Willow over to the coffee table in the living room, fucking her hard. It had been an hour since the dinner when I started my attempts to make her talk… but to my shock, she managed to avoid all of them. Not easily, as she came close to admitting the truth several times…
But she managed to weaponize her sexy body several times to distract me; enough to break my - admittedly not so strong will. Maybe after she climaxed again, as I didn't dare to stop halfway, afraid of harming her feelings.
An angry Willow was a careless Willow, and considering she was learning magic, it was not something I wanted to deal with. She was scarier than any vampire.
Luckily, she was sexy enough to make it worth it.
Unfortunately - or fortunately - before we could start talking once more, the doorbell rang. "Oh, Buffy is here. Let's go and greet her," I said as I walked toward her, listening to her impatient knocking.
No, not Buffy, I corrected myself. Whoever knocked on the door was far more disrespectful. Curious, I took a glimpse into the keyhole, only to see a new figure.
Cordelia was here, and if her expression was any indicator, she was fuming…
I opened the door, as allowing Cordelia inside would give me a much better chance to make her slip the truth. She was clearly angry enough to be careless, and since I was with Willow, she might slip something assuming I was in the know.
And, Willow was just too far gone enough to correct her. Fascinating.
Chapter 22
Cordelia Chase was an angry young woman.
Admittedly, it was not something that would have surprised a lot of people, as even at her best, she radiated a sharp don't-fuck-with-me aura to make sure her position in the social structure.
A position that she had sacrificed for Alexander-fucking-Harris, for once allowing herself to act with her feelings rather than logic. A choice that not only saw her brought down from her incredible position as the Queen of her social circle, but also somehow dragged her into a constant battle against vampires, magic, and many evil monsters.
Yet, stupidly, she believed that it was worth it… until she had received a gloating email from one of her ex-friends, asking whether abandoning everything for that dork Xander. She was ready to write a scathing response… but she noticed there was a picture attached in the mail.
Downloading and checking the content was a time-consuming task, but something in the tone of the email annoyed her enough that she waited for it.
It turned out to be a scan of a poloroid photo… a photo that showed some kind of backroom in a bar, occupied by half-naked figures. Cordelia had trouble understanding why it was sent to her, but she noticed Oz, sitting between two topless girls, chatting.
A horrible situation already, as Cordelia didn't want to deal with a weepy Willow. But also, she didn't want to hide such a thing. A dilemma.
Or, it would have been, if she couldn't see Xander at the corner, with another topless girl between his legs, his expression leaving no doubt about what was going on.
"That bastard, it hadn't been even a day," Cordelia growled. Just hours ago, Xander told her that Oz and the band had a surprise gig that could put them on the map, and they needed someone to help with the equipment.
He was certainly receiving help with his… the same help he had been begging for the last month, but she was yet to give.
Not that she regretted her decision. She would have hated her first time to go to someone undeserving.
Naturally, she knew that Xander, along with everyone else, thought that she was not a virgin, but it was just another part of her Queen persona. A Queen had to be sexy yet virginal at the same time. Erotic enough to fill the dreams of the male half… but without any concrete story anyone could tell to reduce the allure.
With Xander, she had thought that she could live a more honest life… but it turned out not to be the case. For all his claims to be different, Xander was the same…
As her mind flashed with those thoughts, she found herself uncaring of her surroundings. A risky thing to do in the cursed town of Sunnydale, but she was already in front of Willow's house, which was as safe as she could get while still being outside.
So, when the door opened, she just rushed in, realizing her mistake only a second later. Why would Willow not show herself but hide behind the door? Cordelia tensed as she slipped her hand to her bag, grabbing her stake as she took a few more careless steps, acting like an airhead, giving herself the necessary space to react.
Self-defense was a fundamental skill.
Only when Cordelia heard Willow's distinctive voice, she turned, ready to intervene and save her from whatever monster she was dealing with…
Then, she froze.
Willow was in front of an unfamiliar man grabbing her waist tight enough to keep her floating in the air, and, on the surface, that fit the definition of a hostage situation… especially when considering Willow's panicked face and her lack of clothing.
However, considering that Willow was more concerned about trying to grab one of her coats to cover her body rather than asking her for help, it didn't look like that was the problem.
"It looks like you already heard about cheating bastards as well. Admittedly, I didn't expect you to get even in such a spectacular manner," Cordelia spoke dismissively as she turned and started walking toward the couch. She was feeling very vulnerable as she saw her first naked man in a very memorable manner.
But, it was another secret about her. When she felt vulnerable, she got meaner instead.
And, Willow, by opening the door in that memorable manner, made herself the most excellent partner for it, an ally and a target at the same time.
So, rather than leaving like she was supposed to do, she stayed. She was too angry, and watching Willow making Oz pay felt like indirect revenge.
Of course, there was another nice bonus.
The fact that Xander had feelings for the redhead - though she was under the impression that he was successful in hiding them from her - only made that indirect revenge more delicious. Not only Xander had ruined the best thing that happened in his pathetic life, but also his likeliest ribaund option was just removed from the table.
And, possibly ruined considering the glimpse she was able to capture. Cordelia was shocked that Willow was able to take all of it with barely a whimper.
"William, please," Willow whispered as Cordelia walked away, but it was impossible for her to keep her voice down with that monster underneath her. "We have to stop."
Unfortunately, the man, William as she just learned, managed to whisper soft enough to hide his words. While Cordelia walked, they shuffled.
And, when she sat down, they were already walking toward her, each wearing a coat, unfortunately, separated.
Cordelia removed her coat, and threw it to the side of the couch, though she felt self-conscious about her clothing. Shocked by the news, she didn't bother to change, confident that even her leisurewear would be better than whatever Willow was wearing.
She certainly didn't expect to be under-dressed - metaphorically, and certainly not literally. However, a naked Willow was certainly sexier than a leisure-wear Cordelia, and only wearing a coat - one that was quickly getting misaligned as she put it on hurriedly - had a certain erotic quality Cordelia would have to work very hard to match.
Who knew that the famous nerd in their school was hiding that body. Well, she wasn't hiding very successfully right now.
"Oh, feel free to continue. It's not like I'm unrelated to the topic," Cordelia answered, once again relying on her queen-bitch habits in the hopes of finding some kind of balance, but it was hard. "Our ex-boyfriends are best friends, and currently enjoying a roomful of naked groupies. It's hardly something you should be shy about."
At her words, Willow looked shocked, and for a moment, Cordelia assumed that it was about her statement about both their boyfriends cheating. Maybe Willow didn't know about Xander, and just Oz. As clearly, it was a completely new thing. Cordelia met with Willow in the morning, and it was obvious that she was her usual cheerful-nerd self.
Willow could never hide an affair. Not from anybody, certainly not from Cordelia.
But, before Cordelia could follow up, an alternative explanation appeared.
It was William, sneaking a hand under her coat, the movement of his hand far too rapid to be just a comforting touch. It definitely explained Willow's shocked state. And, under the effect of his touch, Willow was unable to say anything.
"Yeah, boys don't know about the treasure they have," William declared confidently, his eyes bouncing between Willow and her, focusing on her breasts just enough to feel flattering, but not enough to be too intrusive.
"Oh, daring, teasing me while you're occupied with the red here," Cordelia said with a mocking smirk even as she tried to understand her own reaction.
Never one to appreciate the male gaze, Cordelia would have just nodded gently, followed by a sharp gaze to indicate that it was her limit, and anything more, even a gaze, wouldn't be appreciated. It worked when she had been trying to protect her queen-bee identity, and it worked when, despite the occasional misstep, she had been doing her best to be a good girlfriend to Xander.
But neither reason was relevant anymore. Her popularity, gone. Xander, gone.
Maybe, there was no harm in some more gaze. After all, she might be the most confident young woman in the world - not to mention very humble - but even she needed some pickup.
But, she still had enough pride not to be obvious. "Can you believe their daring," Cordelia ranted, more theatrical than with actual anger - not that her anger was gone, but it temporarily turned cold due to the shocking show she had just received - as she reached to fix her hair exaggeratedly with one hand… while using the other to quickly unbutton top two buttons.
The only magic trick Cordelia had practiced.
Willow didn't notice, but William did, his gaze lingering on her cleavage just enough to make her feel a hint of arousal.
Visiting Willow in her anger was certainly the most excellent choice.
Chapter 23
Cordelia knew she should just leave. Willow's impatient and angry glares certainly told her that. But leaving meant that she would be alone, with no one to talk to as she processed the biggest betrayal of her life.
Staying and bugging Willow was much more fun. Especially since, somehow, rather than falling into pieces, Willow was holding on. Still too shocked to speak, of course, but not shocked enough to stand while she was being fondled.
"You don't have to wait for me, Willow. I don't need a drink. You can sit down," Cordelia teased her.
"Good idea," was her answer, but it didn't come from Willow, who seemed to prefer kicking her away, but William. Understandable, really, as she seemed to be having fun before Cordelia arrived… but then, Cordelia didn't feel guilty either, as they were having quite a bit of fun right now as well.
To her shock, rather than sitting on one of the single chairs, William sat on the couch, and more importantly, pulled Willow on his lap. Daring indeed.
Cordelia couldn't help but feel impressed.
"I have to say, Willow. I'm very impressed by the way you're handling the betrayal. An eye for an eye," Cordelia said.
Willow avoided her gaze, and William chuckled. "Oh, Willow is a true redhead in every way that counts. The moment she learned about her boyfriend's betrayal, she asked for my help, and I was happy to help."
Cordelia chuckled, interested in the fact that Willow had never mentioned him before. Though, she added as she examined his muscular chest that peeked through his coat, it might have been a smart move. He was sexy enough to be kept hidden.
She was about to ask how they met, but William was faster. "So, how did you learn about… the incident?" he said, avoiding mentioning cheating.
"Oh, how I learned that both Oz and Xander are cheating bastards. A bitch from my school sent a photo," Cordelia growled as she pulled the printout from her pocket and passed it to them. Willow gasped in shock, and since she already knew about Oz, Cordelia assumed that it was about seeing Xander.
"For her, it was a phone call gone awry," William whispered, soft enough that Willow didn't hear in her distracted state. It must have been bad enough for a phone call to show that decisively, so Cordelia decided not to ask about it anymore.
She might have carefully cultivated a bitchy persona, but that didn't mean she lashed out indiscriminately.
Especially against someone in the same boat as her. Willow was the victim of the same disrespect, and Cordelia would hardly target her and make her feel worse.
She clearly found a way to balm over her hurt.
After letting her look at the picture for a moment, William grabbed the picture and ripped it violently. "No need to punish yourself, sweetie. He made his choice. Let's just focus on punishing him," he whispered.
Willow whimpered, though it might be less about his decisive words, and more about his hands slipping into Willow's coat to grab her breasts. Even more daring, Cordelia thought with a sudden heat covering her body.
She should have just turned and left, but right after Xander's betrayal, she wasn't exactly in the calmest of moods. She wasn't ready to make Xander pay the same way Willow was ready to make Oz pay.
So, watching Xander's precious Willow being defiled - many times already, as far as she could deduce from the looks of things - was a good compromise. And, William clearly had no problems turning that into a proper show.
Cordelia would have called it empty male pride… but he clearly had a lot to be prideful about.
"So, how did you two meet?" Cordelia asked after watching him play with Willow for a while. Willow looked startled, but as his fingers tightened, she just bit her lips to stay silent. Amusing, Cordelia thought.
And, maybe, just maybe, sexier than Cordelia ever gave her credit for as well as she lost herself in William's arms.
"Funny story. Actually, my girlfriend is a friend of Willow, and that's the way we met," William answered.
"Ex-girlfriend, I assume," Cordelia answered with a frown. She wasn't particularly obsessed with people's private lives, but for this particular topic, she felt like making an exception.
"Actually, no," William answered, and Cordelia felt a frown invading her face, along with her suppressed anger about to flare. How dare he cheat her girlfriend… and how dare Willow contribute to it!
But, before she could even deliver her words, he continued. "Calm your pretty tits, girl. I'm not cheating on my girlfriend."
"You are not," Cordelia answered bitingly. "Oh, I must need glasses then, because it doesn't look that way."
"No, cheating means I'm doing it behind my girlfriend. Actually, it was my beautiful girlfriend's idea that I helped her poor best friend through her heartbreak and taught her how a true man acts. She was even here, but she had to go out for a patrol."
Cordelia was about to call on that particular lie… but even in her anger, two details immediately stuck out. Willow's best friend… who was also patrolling Sunnydale. Immediately, a blonde figure popped into Cordelia's mind, one that had just returned.
"You're Buffy's boyfriend," Cordelia gasped.
He quirked his eyebrow. "Well, that was quick," he said with a chuckle. "But yes, I'm Buffy's boyfriend," he said with a chuckle. "And, since she was such a great friend, she asked me to help Willow feel better."
Cordelia froze. How could she not after that bomb about Buffy? It was the biggest scandal imaginable. "I don't believe you," Cordelia declared, even though she believed them. Why tell such an absurd lie rather than begging her to keep it a secret if that was not the truth? Yet, she declared, because she knew that he would feel obligated to explain it further.
A simple but useful trick that always worked.
"Sure, whatever you want to believe," William said with a shrug before leaning and kissing Willow's neck, who moaned loudly.
Well, almost always, Cordelia corrected. "So, how did you and Buffy meet?" Cordelia asked.
"We were still in the city, and she was working in a diner…" he started, giving a quick breakdown of their meeting, but not much else. Though, from the gaps, Cordelia could feel some really interesting stories being hidden.
And, not the usual vampiric and demonic variety. No, there had to be other, more interesting stories that led prim and proper Buffy to the point of sharing her boyfriend with Willow.
A story Cordelia had to dig. It was a good distraction from her own personal drama.
"I still don't believe it," Cordelia said, trying to bait him. "Unless you have some more interesting stories to prove it, I can't believe Buffy doing something like this."
"How about a bet, then?" he said with a sudden hunger. "I'll do whatever you want if you're right, but if I'm right, you'll help Willow take revenge."
"How?" Cordelia asked.
"Well, a threesome is every man's dream-" he started, but Cordelia cut in.
"No way. I won't have a threesome with you."
"And I'm not asking that," he answered casually.
"Why, am I not beautiful enough," Cordelia answered, suddenly feeling insulted as she pushed her chest out, even opening one more button to enhance her cleavage, even giving a hint of her bra.
"Oh, you definitely are," he answered. "Let me correct that. I won't have a threesome with you without Buffy's explicit permission." Just like that, Cordelia found herself blushing, not expecting such an aggressive correction. His smile created a fire inside her, mixing with the embers of her anger.
The words she had prepared had died under unexpected circumstances.
"Why to mention a threesome, then?" she asked, trying to get some kind of balance.
"Well, it's a dream for every man, particularly the ones that are yet to stop being boys. I'm willing to bet everything that both Xander and Oz dreamed that particular fantasy. What are we going to do is to have some tasteful photos of you with Willow, so you can show them to tell if one of them managed to stick to their principles, they would have enjoyed an unforgettable night of fun."
"Well, I have to admit, it's not a bad punishment," Cordelia found herself murmuring. She knew Xander well enough that dreams of such a moment would make him go through many sleepless nights.
"A deal, then?" he said. Cordelia nodded.
"Excellent. Now, how about if we move on to the thing that you're really interested in?" he said with a huge smile, caressing Willow's body even more pointedly. He was quick to change his note about staying loyal, Cordelia thought. "Sharing stories," he added, his smirk widening. "You look flustered. Did you expect something else?"
"Of course not," Cordelia said, glad for her incredible acting skills. "Do you want me to go first?"
"Oh, I can see you're dying to listen, so I'll start first. We were having a date at the club when Buffy…" he said, and started a lengthy story about how their club fun had evolved into an intense blowjob.
Cordelia wanted to call him off on that, but even as he was telling that story, he pushed Willow down, and after a teasing comment about making herself useful, Willow started giving him a blowjob.
It was good evidence of the truth of his story.
Cordelia bit her lips as she listened to the story, feeling more and more heated. Maybe it was a pity that he needed Buffy's approval for a threesome. That particular way of revenge was getting more and more interesting as she watched Willow treat his cock as a particularly tasty lollipop.
"So, why don't you tell me a story about you as well. Do you ever join Buffy during patrols?"
"How cute," Cordelia murmured. "You are as worried about the safety of your Slayer girlfriend." As she said that, Willow gasped… but then, Cordelia realized he used the opportunity to push Willow down, turning that into an incredible deepthroat.
Better than the occasional movies she watched. Impressive that Willow managed to take it despite her gagging.
"Of course I'm worried," he said. "Pity she doesn't want me to join."
"Don't worry. She's just being protective. It's not easy to face vampires and demons. Especially when…" she said, and followed that with a story about their fight against vampires had gone awry - but she made sure to pick something tamer. No need to scare him too much while he was getting used to things.
Cordelia still remembered just how scared she had been when she first faced the truth…
With that, they devolved into quick stories, him sharing Buffy's interesting - but never humiliating - encounters, while she told about some of the more interesting patrols and encounters she had been a part of; though she carefully avoided the mentions of Angel.
After all, she wasn't blind. She noticed Willow's tense attitude toward the end of her first patrol story, and realized Willow was trying to warn her… likely about Angel.
Cordelia wanted to chuckle. Like she would make such an elementary mistake.
Then, one of her stories was interrupted by a doorbell. "I think that's Buffy, let me go and greet her," he said but rather than standing up, he grabbed Willow's head and pumped his hips wildly, literally fucking her face until he filled her mouth…
However, as he walked toward the door, Cordelia noticed Willow looking at her angrily. "What's wrong?" Cordelia whispered. "I'm sure I avoided mentioning Angel."
Willow continued to look at her angrily… Cordelia wanted to focus on her anger, but she had to admit, it was hard. Her coat had skewed enough to reveal her naked body with several red marks, her neck filled with hickeys. Even more strikingly, her lips were bruised and covered with cum as she struggled to keep it all in her mouth.
It didn't get any less intriguing as she swallowed it rather than spitting it out. Cordelia had never realized this before, but Willow could be really sexy. Not just pretty or demure, but extremely sexy. Maybe she should take Willow shopping tomorrow.
"What did you do?" Willow whispered in shock. "He didn't know about the supernatural!"
"H-how?" Cordelia gasped, shocked. How could someone could date Buffy that long yet stay unaware of the supernatural. Then, it clicked her. They weren't in Sunnydale.
Okay, she might have screwed up badly…
Chapter 24
Buffy was burning with desire as she rang the doorbell, waiting for William to open the door. The patrol had been shockingly boring… likely because Angelus' crusade had depleted the threats, but it probably meant that Willow and the rest worked hard to contain things as well.
Of course, boring meant that she had to deal with little enough vampires to be counted with her fingers, and the aftermath of all that combat left her incredibly horny.
The anal plug didn't make things any easier.
So, she was prepared. Her coat was already removed, and her top was pulled down to enhance her cleavage even more. The moment the door opened, she jumped, invading his mouth with her tongue even as she rubbed against it mercilessly.
Feeling that he was just wearing a coat, she shuffled until his shaft was aligned with her entrance. He was soft… and wet. Damn, she thought. Willow had been busy. She wanted to blame her… but then, it was her fault for leaving him to guard a naked Willow after a threesome.
She should have known a perfectionist like Willow would want to work hard to learn more.
Just to learn, and nothing more.
She barely registered as he slammed the door close, and her body was locked between the wood and his muscles. When he pulled back from the kiss, she expected him to bite her neck or rip her top off… but instead, he looked into her eyes.
"We need to talk," he said with a serious voice.
Buffy trembled as his words hit. That tone was never good news. As she unwrapped her legs and stood straight, she noticed they had another guest. "Why is Cordelia here?" Buffy asked, trying to hide her discomfort.
"Well, she's here because she had just learned Xander was cheating on her just like Oz was cheating on Willow, with photo evidence…" he commented. "But, that's not the issue."
Buffy raised an eyebrow at that statement. He was surprised that Xander would do something like that, but she wasn't exactly torn up about that. She respected Cordelia's grit, but she was hardly Buffy's favorite person.
Oz was a bigger shock… well, would have been a bigger shock, if they hadn't solved that problem preemptively. After all, they had already consoled Willow before she learned about it… and she was being honest, she wasn't against consoling her again.
It was fun.
Yet, as she looked at Willow, she was surprised to notice her expression. Ignoring the signs that she had been just face-fucked, she could see that Willow was… afraid. And, considering she was unable to look Buffy in the eyes, she was afraid of her.
At that moment, Buffy wished Cordelia was naked as well. If that were the case, Willow's fear would have a reason.
"And… what's the issue," Buffy whispered, afraid.
"Would you like to explain to me why your friends believe that you were out hunting vampires?"
Just like that, she was dipped in ice water. "I… no… but…" she found herself stammering, his sharp gaze not helping. His gaze gave her flashbacks. He was going to leave her.
Of course, he was going to leave her. Who would be crazy enough to hang around with someone with a mission to fight against the supernatural until her death?
She deserved being abandoned indeed.
"I was ready to assume your friend is delusional when Cordelia started talking about hundreds of vampires and demons covering a small town, but then Willow reacted like it was an important secret being revealed, meaning it's not just a delusion. Do you want to explain it further?"
"I…" Buffy murmured, the sadness of losing the only good thing she had found for a long time overwhelming. She felt like the world lost its colors.
Talk," he ordered. Buffy looked at Cordelia and Willow, both looking shocked at the development, but Buffy didn't blame them. She wanted to, but she didn't.
After all, she should have talked to him before. She was the one who pushed her luck. What was she thinking, they were in Sunnydale. It was a miracle that Vampires hadn't interrupted their date already.
"It's simple," she delivered with a caustic tone. "Vampires and demons are real. And, there's an unlucky girl in every generation empowered to fight them. I'm that girl. The Slayer," Buffy delivered with a deadpan tone as she closed her eyes, expecting him to dash out.
Or call her crazy.
Instead, he took a step back. A rejection. She felt her eyes growing wet.
"Okay, attack me," he said, surprising her.
"W-what?" she said as she opened her eyes, only to see him wearing a very serious expression.
"You said you have supernatural powers. Prove it. Attack me, take me down," he said.
Buffy looked at him, not knowing what to feel. For a moment, she assumed that it was the male pride, annoyed that she claimed she was superior to effectively anyone, but he didn't seem angry or annoyed. He looked serious.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "It'll hurt."
He nodded. Buffy didn't want to do it. She hoped that she could claim that it was a prank or something. Maybe he would even believe it… But then what? How will she explain the regular patrols, the stakes… or the way a vampire crumbled when she inevitably killed one.
Buffy attacked with a quick punch, ready to stop before the collusion… only for him to slap her fist as he took a step forward, and slapped her ass. Shocked, Buffy was unable to prevent it.
"Again," he said, and Buffy attacked again, this time faster. This time, he grabbed her arm, twisting. Worse, she found herself lifting, unable to use her strength to free herself. She could have kicked and shattered his knee, but that wouldn't help. And, before she could find an alternative solution, he spanked her ass and let her go again.
"You're pushing your luck," Buffy said, but she couldn't help but smile a bit. The way he treated her felt playful… which was far better than pure anger at being tricked.
"Okay, why don't you teach me a lesson then, Miss Slayer," he said. She attacked again… and then, they fell into a weird battle. She attacked, still afraid of using too much power the fears of injuring him… and somehow, he managed to resist her attacks. Dodging, deflecting, counterattacking.
But still successfully deflecting.
"Come on, Miss Slayer. Don't tell me that's all you can do," he teased her.
Buffy decided to show him. However, she needed to find a way to defeat him without harming him permanently. He turned out to be surprisingly competent, not to mention he had some really effective holds that made simpler approaches ineffective. His significantly higher reach made things even more complicated.
Maybe she should do something simpler. She rushed forward, but rather than attacking with a punch, she just closed the distance. He tried to retreat, but she was much faster… and she grabbed his shoulder, and flipped him down.
"Where're your fancy tricks now," she bragged, smiling excitedly.
"Okay, now, I believe you have supernatural strength," he said, and just like that, her excitement disappeared as she started to loosen her grip. Before she could let him go completely, however, he grabbed her in turn and flipped.
And he was on top of her. "You believe me?" Buffy said.
"I don't know. It's still hard to believe there's such a small town filled with hundreds of vampires and many other demons. How's this even possible? One or two small covens, I believe, but more?"
"Because this is the Hellsmouth, of course," Buffy answered automatically, before she froze. "Wait, you're not surprised by the existence of the vampires."
"Of course not. Nasty buggers that suck blood." She couldn't help but look at him in surprise, and he just smiled. "We had to deal with a few of them during my… long-term stay," he added, and Buffy realized he was talking about the prison.
Then, before she could say anything else, he leaned forward, and started kissing her. She had already accepted that… but she certainly didn't expect it to turn into a positive.
"Now, what do you want first. Make-up sex, or a boring talk," he said as he shifted his body, and suddenly, she remembered some details about their clothing that she had been ignoring. He was wearing a coat and nothing else, and she didn't have any underwear on.
The way his shaft pressed against her wetness reminded her that enough time had passed until Willow's naughty intervention to do it once again.
Then, she remembered something important. "We have people watching us," she whispered…
Chapter 25
Cordelia certainly had mixed feelings as she watched Buffy and her boyfriend stop their sparring.
The simplest part of her feelings was a thick sense of relief. Cordelia was feeling guilty after she had let out such a huge secret, and it was good to see that they were able to move past it. However, it was nice to see that what surprised him was not the existence of vampires but the fact that Buffy was tasked to destroy them.
However, bigger than her relief, she was frustrated. While it was good that they weren't broken up, their sparring hadn't been exactly professional. Oh, it started that, but it turned into sexy wrestling. The fact that he was only wearing a coat with nothing underneath was surprising enough… but Buffy's lack of panties added to the surprise…
Not to mention the surprise toy she was wearing.
Buffy was revealing some surprising depths.
To make things worse, her frustration didn't start with Buffy's arrival. No, Willow had been surprisingly effective on that particular job already, which already left her tense and confused. Watching her being treated as a toy while he talked with her like there was nothing wrong had been incredible…
Even though he used the opportunity to trick Cordelia into revealing the truth about Buffy. It was the second time she had been cheated tonight… though, admittedly, it was far more pleasant.
At least, it came with some entertaining visuals.
"It's good that we have managed to fix that misunderstanding," he whispered, earning a nod from Buffy even as he helped her to a chair. Then, he used the belt of his coat to tie her hands behind the chair. "Now, it's time for your punishment."
Someone gasped. It took a second for Cordelia to realize that she was the one. It made her blush. Not just the reaction, but the fact that she reacted like that while Willow was next to her. She was the boring virgin nerd who was supposed to be scandalized, not Queen Cordelia.
She might be the one who was the actual virgin, but that didn't matter. After all, virginity was more of a state of mind.
Cordelia was better than Willow. She had to be.
If she wasn't… then who was she.
Lost in her sudden personal crisis, she was too late to register William sitting down… but luckily, he had chosen Willow's other side rather than in the middle, giving her a bit more time to react.
"Sorry about it, Cordelia, but things are going to get a bit heated. Feel free to leave if you're uncomfortable," he offered.
Cordelia hated that offer, even though it was nice and thoughtful - well, as much as he could be under the circumstances. She hated it, because Willow chose that moment to look at Cordelia, a sudden smug smile on her face.
Like she was better than her.
A perfectly Willow attitude to have.
It was one thing a lot of people had been mistaken about Cordelia, thinking that she just liked bullying Willow, but it was not the case. Under her nerdy attitude, Willow could be even meaner than Cordelia. It wasn't like she couldn't hear Willow's constant insults.
She was certainly a much better mean girl than Harmony, just disguised better.
Of course, Cordelia's animosity had been reduced significantly during the previous year as they faced crazy vampires together, but that didn't mean Willow was suddenly her best friend.
As a result, her smug smile made William's nice comment far more annoying. "Oh, I prefer to stay," she said, then looked at Buffy. "If you don't mind, of course."
Buffy just shrugged, but that wasn't able to hide her excitement.
To be fair, it wasn't entirely unexpected. After all, there was no doubt Buffy was excited about watching the show despite the paper-thin excuse of it being a punishment, and she was much better than Willow.
Cordelia just smirked as she stood up, but as she started walking, Willow looked at her, frustrated, clearly not ready for the competition. However, after a step, Willow suddenly pushed out her chest, which dislocated her coat, giving a glimpse of her chest.
Admittedly, better than Cordelia would have expected.
"It looks like I'm a bit behind," Cordelia said, answering her wordless question as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and removed it. William and Buffy looked at her bra-clad chest with clear appreciation.
Willow's gaze was harder to decipher. Heated… almost confused.
Maybe she didn't expect Cordelia to meet the challenge. If she felt so, she was mistaken. Of course, she had no intention of actually going all the way and losing her virginity, but she was clever enough to torture Willow without going all the way.
Of course, if she actually explained her thoughts, they would blame Cordelia for being unfair. After all, Willow was the one who was suffering her dilemma, being cheated by her boyfriend and trying to combat the resulting sense of inferiority…
But just because they were sharing the same hardship didn't mean Cordelia wouldn't mess with her.
On the contrary. Focusing on Willow was the best way to ignore her own mental state.
"William, do you mind helping me with my pants," she said. Willow looked frustrated as William grabbed her bottom. Cordelia loved her frustrated expression… enough that she didn't say anything to stop William even as he hooked his fingers more than he was supposed to as he pulled down, pulling her panties down as well.
Leaving her far fewer clothes than she had been planning.
"So, what's the plan to punish our resident Slayer," Cordelia said as she perched on William's knee, feeling emboldened by Willow's sudden shock - and, if she was being honest, Buffy's aroused gaze of appreciation also helped.
"Well, depends on how much you can handle," he said, which Cordelia would have appreciated… if it didn't pass the ball to her court. Very inconvenient with Willow next to her, ready to mock and tease her the moment she was not ready to match the situation.
"Don't worry, stud. I'm not like Willow. I can handle anything you're willing to dish out," Cordelia answered, but even before she finished that sentence, she realized her mistake.
Lost in the moment, she had momentarily forgotten the exact position she had caught Willow. Tonight, Willow wasn't the usual good girl who just acted cowardly, but a woman determined to make her ex-pay.
Cordelia wasn't ready to match her determination.
However, before she could walk it back, Willow pushed. "Oh, really," she said as she wrapped her fingers around William's cock, trying - and failing - to cover the base. "Why don't you show me, then."
"Of course," Cordelia answered as she reached, wrapping her fingers at the top. "That's nothing," she said as her fingers started dancing up and down, ignoring the weird sensation as her fingers brushed against Willow.
It wasn't how Cordelia imagined touching her first cock - at least directly, as she had quite a bit of experience in indirect petting. However, she was an expert on keeping an attitude, so she hid her shock as she caught Willow's gaze and smirked.
Her smile trembled as she felt William's hands over her body, one caressing her stomach, the other on her back, gently dragging along her spine. His destination was clear, but he was moving slowly enough to give her a chance to reject.
Too bad she was committed to win against Willow, and couldn't just ask him to stop. Instead, she just moaned - loudly and playfully - as he slowly pulled off her bra. It was a theatrical display that showed her acting abilities as she pushed her chest out, her voice appropriately raspy.
When he replaced her bra with his fingers, another moan escaped her mouth.
This time, a far more honest one.
"Wow, those are some skilled fingers," Cordelia complimented as she delivered another moan, trying to ignore her growing arousal… but failing. Maybe sitting on the lap of the man who tamed the Slayer was not a good idea.
It was certainly not a good idea to do so nakedly.
Luckily, Cordelia had the perfect bait. "As much as I would have loved to have you all to myself, Willow is getting jealous," she said, pointing at the pouting beauty.
"N-no, I'm not," Willow replied panickedly. Cordelia could see that she wasn't lying. It was just her usual response when someone pushed her into a conversation when she wasn't expecting it.
Luckily, even if others were able to read Willow as accurately - which was doubtful - they would still believe Cordelia misreading her. "Let's help you, then," Cordelia declared smugly as she reached and grabbed Willow's red hair, and pushed her down.
She expected Willow to stop her, or, at least resist, giving Cordelia a chance to pull back without actually retreating. A good plan.
Too bad it died the moment she pushed Willow down. She had pushed down hard, expecting some resistance, but Willow followed obediently, just groaning as she took his whole length into her mouth, shocking Cordelia.
She was doing really well for a girl who had been a virgin until several hours ago.
Cordelia thought about pulling down, but William chose that moment to whisper into her ear. "Wow, that's an amazing attitude to punish Willow along with Buffy."
"Well, she deserves it," Cordelia answered, unable to prevent a smirk from covering her face. Listening to the way Willow had been gasping and gagging felt good… incredibly good.
Maybe she found a way to relax.
Chapter 26
"Wow, girl, you are mean," William whispered into her ear even as Cordelia continued to push Willow down.
"Naturally. It's not easy to be the Queen," Cordelia answered, suddenly feeling smug, her despair suddenly dismissed as she found herself in an absurd situation, forcing Willow to receive a deep throat while Buffy watched.
And, she was still sitting on the lap of Buffy's boyfriend, who had been fondling her breasts. Very skillfully, she might add.
It hit her that, the details of the moment were strangely similar to the stories people liked to tell about her. Here she was, 'torturing' and 'hazing' a nerd while she was stealing the boyfriend of another girl, and torturing the girl by forcing her to watch.
The irony was, that she was the only one who was feeling lost. Oh, she was enjoying it. That much, she was ready to admit. But that didn't change the fact that she was feeling shocked and disoriented… a situation that no one else shared.
Buffy was still on her chair, bound in a way she could free herself immediately if she wished, rubbing her legs together as she enjoyed the show. Willow was harder to read with all her gagging and gasping, but considering the way she was throwing her weight to her movements, it wasn't hard to guess that she enjoyed it equally well.
Then, William grabbed her hair and made her move. Cordelia tensed, afraid that he would kiss her… it was not something she was ready for despite the situation. She relaxed once his lips landed on her neck, kissing gently.
That was much safer. Cordelia sighed, much more relaxed. She never understood why boys were obsessed with necks, but she was happy to allow them. It made them easier to ignore.
She focused on torturing Willow while he worked on her neck… but it didn't take long for her to realize she had made a mistake. A sudden warmth spread into her body as his lips danced on her neck in a way she had never felt before, forcing her to correct her earlier assessment.
She might not enjoy boys pawing around her neck… but a man was a different story.
Cordelia groaned despite her best attempts to keep her voice down and look unfazed, and it didn't make her work easier when his hands grabbed her breasts once more, alternating between mauling and caressing, the contrast driving her confusion more.
When Cordelia felt confused, she got mean… well, meaner, and Willow gave her an excellent target. She put her other hand on her head as well and pushed down even harder, and just like that, even her gags turned muffled. Not surprising, Cordelia thought. Her nose was pressing against William's skin.
A shocking performance from her nerdy redhead frenemy.
Cordelia only let her pull back once she started squirming, showing she needed to breathe. "Not a bad effort for a nerd," Cordelia commented, mocking as Willow gasped and wheezed, her ruined face making her even sexier.
"Far better than anything you can do," Willow answered, somehow managing to smile despite her exertion. Impressive.
"Naturally not, but I'm currently busy being pampered," Cordelia answered, doing her best to look smug to hide her fear. She certainly wasn't willing to repeat Willow's move.
She was not a whore.
Cordelia expected Willow to cry about being unfair, so she was surprised when she just smirked. "Oh, let's pamper you more, then," she said as she grabbed William's wrist… and dragged between Cordelia's legs.
Cordelia bit her lips to contain a moan even as Willow crouched down in front of William and started blowing him once more. She accepted that just because she didn't want to surrender.
It had nothing to do with the incredible pleasure she was feeling as William's incredibly skilled fingers danced around her clit, driving her crazy. Not at all.
Cordelia thought about pushing Willow down once more, but as she raised her hand, she realized it was trembling horribly, enough to reveal her true feelings. She needed to get control of herself.
She should be able to do so in a few seconds, right? Maybe a minute… or two?
His fingers continued to dance all over her body as he owned her, his lips steadily working on her neck to drive her even crazier. Who knew her neck could be the source of such intense pleasure. She kept her mouth shut, doing her best to ignore her moans…
She was not always successful.
Looking for a distraction, she looked at Buffy, watching the way she squirmed helplessly like she wanted to free herself - which would have been far more believable if she didn't have the ability to turn the chair into firewood - looking incredibly sexy as she did so.
"Is it fun to lose your boyfriend to a better girl, Miss Slayer," Cordelia mocked, enjoying Buffy's frustrated yet aroused expression.
There was definitely something wrong with Buffy, but Cordelia didn't blame her. The girl fought for her life every night, she could have any kink she wanted.
"I'll make you pay, Cordelia. I just need to free myself first," Buffy answered, playing along. "You, and that redheaded whore. You'll both pay."
Willow didn't answer, but her head started to move faster.
Cordelia gave a coy grin. "Pity you're finally captured-" Cordelia started to counter, which was all she was able to see before William intervened in a way she didn't expect.
He pulled her into a kiss.
Cordelia froze. That was not something she was ready for. For some reason, being kissed felt different from everything else they had been doing. More intense.
Real…
Once again, however, it felt far different than anything else she had felt. His kiss was sharp, domineering. His tongue felt like it was made of fire as it slipped into her mouth, invading her mouth mercilessly, making it impossible for her to retaliate.
There were surprising benefits to being Buffy's friend.
Like suddenly finding herself as the plaything of her hunky boyfriend.
As his kiss continued, one of his hands stayed on her breasts, mauling, while the other caressed her stomach… and another fingering her once more.
Despite her haze, something clicked in her. He didn't have three hands, certainly not one with soft, dainty fingers dancing around her clit hesitantly.
Cordelia didn't need to look to know that it was Willow.
It was wrong. It was one thing to tease another girl, but it was another thing to actually be fingered by another woman. Then, why was she enjoying it so much despite Willow's incompetence - especially compared to William.
It must be William's fault. His kiss confused her. Yes, she was confused… and nothing more.
Cordelia whimpered even as his tongue continued to invade her mouth, and she continued to climb toward a climax of her own… one that was far more intense than her solo sessions could bring.
Her smile widened despite the helpless position she found herself in. It was an incredible sensation to finally learn about what her body was capable of in case of pleasure. Yet, even as she got played, she couldn't ask a question.
How losing her virginity would feel if foreplay felt this good.
She ignored that question and focused on the kiss. She enjoyed the treatment, but she wasn't ready to take that step. Instead, she focused on the incredible number of fingers dancing on her body and the kiss.
Soon, she was shivering as the orgasm hit, but she didn't feel bad. As William had been tensing at that moment, his hips buckling. Willow moaned as well, telling them that her blowjob had worked well.
She pulled out of the kiss, watching as Willow did her best to catch his seed in her mouth. It was fun to watch her struggle… but also sexy.
However, while she enjoyed it, Willow stood up, her cheeks puffed up. "You look like a chipmunk," Cordelia said, feeling the need to be mean to balance herself.
"That's rude," William said, and Cordelia blushed. "Especially since she's willing to share it with you," he added.
And, just like that, Cordelia's eyes widened. "Wait, what-" she gasped, which was all she was able to say before she found another pair of lips on hers, this time softer and gentler.
However, Cordelia was busy processing the foreign liquid invading her taste buds, making Cordelia a part of her blowjob, even if it was late.
She was supposed to be angry, but William's hand dipped between her legs, renewing her pleasure. Instead, she found her tongue wrapping with Willow, sharing a kiss as she ended up sharing his seed…
Kinkiest experience of her life… but even as the liquid they were sharing disappeared, Willow continued to kiss her.
Getting more and more heated…
Chapter 27
"It's fun to share a kiss with your bestie, isn't it?" William whispered into her ear.
Cornelia would have loved to argue. Willow was not her bestie - true - and she wasn't enjoying it - false. Unfortunately, she didn't even have the option, not with Willow kissing her aggressively, not giving her the chance to pull back.
Cordelia wanted to say that she hated it… but that would be a lie. Willow was a surprisingly good kisser, and it was hardly a hurdle. She surrendered herself to the kiss, still feeling lethargic after her recent climax.
Even when William grabbed her waist and moved her, the kiss continued. Cordelia tensed as she felt a very unfamiliar - yet unmistakable - presence of a part of his anatomy, one that was still wet with Willow's spit.
But already raging to go.
She couldn't help but shiver as she felt his presence properly while she questioned his potential performance. Men were supposed to have trouble getting up once they exploded, right? Especially after working as hard as he seemed to be working before she arrived as well.
Yet, Cordelia was unable to say anything with Willow still kissing her. Not just kissing, but also using a lot of tongue. Cordelia had boyfriends who didn't kiss her with such passion.
Willow must have been really determined to impress William.
"Willow, Buffy is getting a bit neglected. Why don't you go and keep her entertained a bit." Willow pulled back, disappointed that she was being sent away. Cordelia couldn't help but smirk, expecting to be the target of Willow's frustration. It was Willow's habit to constantly blame her for every little thing as long as she was around, and she expected the current situation to be the same.
Yet, Willow just looked at him, ignoring Cordelia. She didn't want to admit it even in her mind, but it annoyed her a bit.
She was prepared to interject, but before she could do so, William twisted her nipple, and she found herself moaning. "Of course, once you're here, I would take it as a favor if you can undress her for me."
That managed to erase Willow's frown somehow, and she bounced toward Buffy, fast. Willow's desire to keep Buffy involved was incredible. And Buffy clearly didn't dislike the idea either, happy with Willow's help while her hands stayed bound.
With her boyfriend still focusing on someone else.
Cordelia couldn't help but feel tense as they were distracted with their newest mission, leaving Cordelia effectively alone with William. She tensed, trying to come up with a way to extract herself from the situation before Willow realized…
… that she was still a virgin.
Cordelia doubted that she could handle the social implications of it, no matter how tempting it was to take that step. Before she could come up with a reason, he leaned into her ear and whispered. "I can help you find an excuse if you don't want to lose your virginity," he whispered. Cordelia panicked even as the whisper was only soft enough for her to hear.
"W-what nonsense are you talking about?" Cordelia countered, unable to help her reaction. "I - I'm not," she said, unable to say the full sentence. It was her choice to wait for the right man, of course, but she certainly didn't expect things to go this way. The right man betrayed her… and even Willow was faster than her to lose her virginity.
Unacceptable.
However, William just nodded. Either believing her statement, or, much more likely, smart enough to understand she didn't want to talk about it. He nodded softly, confirming that it was the second.
Cordelia froze as she tried to decide. She could ask him to help, and he would no doubt leave the couch and join Willow and Buffy - one naked and the other in the process of getting naked with help - leaving her alone.
Alone to ponder about the betrayal she experienced, and how she couldn't trust another man with her heart after Xander's betrayal.
At least, William was honest. He had a girlfriend, but she already knew what was going on - in real-time - which suddenly turned it into a positive. After all, he couldn't betray her if she didn't expect any loyalty from him in the first place, right.
Willow seemed to be happy with the deal… and so was Buffy.
Why should she be the only one to suffer?
"Can you…" she started as she gave a glance backward, and found a sweet smile.
"I'll have to you a bit fast if you want to hide the truth," he whispered. "Safeword is Black, just shout that if you want me to slow down."
"I…" Cordelia muttered, realizing what he was offering. A way to enjoy what the other two were enjoying and make Xander pay, all without admitting the truth about what she was expecting. "G-go ahead," Cordelia said, but despite her hesitant tone, her smile widened in excitement.
"Now, let's see if the Queen Bee has in her to match our sexy redhead," he said, much louder, the attitude shift catching her in surprise, but not as much as what followed. He grabbed her waist and lifted her up… and when she came down, she felt his cock pressing against her entrance.
She was wetter than ever, allowing her to slip down with relative ease. It still hurt a bit, but it was nothing like the horror show the other cheerleaders shared… but then, she wasn't losing her virginity to a panicking football player with more ego than brains.
A good call, she decided as he pushed her fast enough to feel discomforting, but never painful. She bit her lips, glad that Willow was still busy with undressing Buffy… taking her time slowly undressing her.
At another time, Cordelia might have teased her, but as his cock filled her, it was impossible for her to get a word out, soft moans exploding despite her best effort. He stopped pushing her down when she was halfway skewered. "Not bad for a virgin," he whispered, teasing her.
"Jerk," she answered, but she couldn't help but chuckle at his little teasing. That was all she said… or, more accurately, that was all she was able to say as he lifted her body once more, treating her like weightless, and pulled her down again.
This time much harder, making her moan explode. Cordelia closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of being filled, utterly and completely.
Cordelia whimpered despite her best efforts to play it cool and confident, desperate to show off to Willow. However, she hit an unexpected snag. Her friends described sex as a slight pleasantness after a long period of warming up.
What was happening to her was not that. Maybe it was about the lengthy foreplay she had been subjected to, maybe it was about William's clear experience, but what she was experiencing wasn't a small flicker of pleasure. No, she was enjoying a full fireworks show… and she hadn't even climaxed yet.
Her plans to play it cool died quickly as her whimpers escaped her mouth despite her best efforts to contain them. "M-more, more, more," she begged…
Then a snicker hit her ear, forcing her to open her eyes. It was Willow. Yet, when she opened her eyes, the view surprised her. She had already expected to see two naked girls, as even with Willow's speed it was slow enough. Yet, what she didn't expect was for Willow to stand behind Buffy, with one hand between Buffy's legs, fingering her, the other caressing her own breasts.
Cordelia hated to admit it, but the view was sexy enough to distract her from the curse she wanted to deliver. "His cock isn't like those football players with their oversized egos, right," Willow said, teasing her in a friendlier way than Cordelia first expected.
"Well," Cordelia started, interrupted by another whimper which gave her a chance to find her words. The bitchy part of her wanted to say that the football players were even better, but she stopped. Not because she was afraid of hurting William's ego - as he clearly had that aspect handled - but she was afraid of him stopping if she said something like that.
Insulting Willow was a nice idea… but she doubted she could string more than a few words together, and it was impossible to gather her usual cutting remarks with the pleasure filling her mind. "I have to admit, he's not half-bad," she responded, hoping to find a balance.
"Oh, only not half-bad," William whispered. "It seems like I have to up my game."
Just like that, the world shifted. Her eyes went wide as she found herself lying on the couch, her back rubbing against the fabric every time his hips moved, hitting against her explosively. Moreover, his lips were once again on her neck, kissing and licking even more aggressively… somehow making her neck radiate pleasure.
William certainly knew what he was doing.
Before she could react, she found herself with her arms grabbed with one hand, the other dancing on her body, molesting her breasts. The roughness of his fingers contrasted with the softness of his kisses. Add in the merciless drilling of his hips, and it was a miracle that she was still conscious.
However, before she could react, she felt a sudden presence on her face. A presence that she recognized despite one important detail The distinctive plug in her ass was gone, leaving its place with a clear layer of lubrication. "Lick," Buffy ordered.
Even in her haze of pleasure, that surprised Cordelia. That was… too much. "Lick, or I take my boyfriend back," she repeated.
The threat was impossible to deny.
Cordelia started licking, her body still a toy for William…
Chapter 28
"That's one way to deal with after-slaying lust," Buffy murmured. Or, more accurately, she moaned.
She was already feeling extremely charged. Slaying with that toy plugged in her had been already challenging enough, but then the rollercoaster of emotions happened, with William learning the truth… and accepting it immediately.
Admittedly, Buffy was expecting the vampire part to be the surprise, not the slaying part… but then, she understood. Her summer escapade showed her that vampires and demons were not limited to Sunnydale… they were just more crowded.
The show that followed, where she stayed bound to the chair while she watched William handle Willow… then Cordelia, was even more fascinating. However, she was surprised by the discussion about virginity - also showing that they were still underestimating her enhanced hearing.
She didn't expect Cordelia to still be a virgin.
Well, not anymore, as William had handled that fact in a fascinating manner. Kind yet harsh, gentle yet merciless.
Watching was incredible.
Joining was even more so. Buffy grabbed his hair and pulled him up, pulling him for a searing kiss. His tongue danced in her mouth with his usual enthusiasm, as if he was trying to ensure that he was still her boyfriend… but the fact that his hips didn't even skip a beat as he drilled into Cordelia made that sentiment rather entertaining.
Not that Buffy could blame him after giving her very willing approval. Technically, they didn't discuss going all the way with Cordelia… but considering she was watching them like a particularly amazing movie even as Willow helped her with her anal plug, she could hardly complain.
Instead, she lowered herself even more, letting Cordelia lick her repeatedly. The fact that her hands were pinned up, made the moment even like a punishment. And, while Buffy was ashamed to admit after all the times Cordelia helped them, she liked to see her receiving her well-deserved punishment for all the times she had verbally attacked them - particularly against Willow.
It was her excuse, punishing Cordelia for her disrespect. Not because of his amazing kiss, or the fact that watching him tame an annoying bitch like Cordelia was incredibly fun.
Of course not. Buffy was not a slut.
Certainly not.
Soon, a grunt escaped his mouth, matching the cries of Cordelia as her tongue stopped. "Did you just cum inside her," Buffy asked as she pulled back, surprised.
"My bad," he replied, his tone carrying absolutely no hint of apology, just amusement. Before she could respond, however, he lifted her. "I'm sure someone might be willing to pay her back by cleaning her." Buffy opened her mouth, ready to respond negatively. She was willing to do a lot, but that was not acceptable.
"Willow, why don't you be a dear and clean her," he ordered. Buffy was ready to cut that order as well, but two things stopped her. First, his fingers, invading her wetness to force another moan off her. Yet, that alone wasn't enough. She could have overridden the amazing pleasure…
What truly stopped her was Willow's expression, smiling in a way that made Buffy think she misheard them. He just gifted her an ancient, rare book on magic rather than asking her to clean Cordelia in a very… sensual manner.
Yet, Willow didn't pause even a second as she took the seat William had emptied moments ago, placing her head between the legs of a dazed Cordelia… and started licking with a surprising passion.
Almost as passionate as the time she had been giving a blowjob to William. She couldn't help but look at him questioningly, but he just smirked. "Later," he whispered as he moved to one of the single armchairs.
When he sat down and pulled her onto his lap, her mind was already on the realization, a blush that didn't come from her pleasure spreading to her face. "You're saying that Willow…" Buffy whispered, shocked.
"Yes, it's likely that she enjoys your company as much as she enjoys mine," he said, and her eyes widened, shocked. She was not expecting him to say something like that. That was just… very surprising. "Well, likely not as much. You have a lot of things to learn," he followed.
"You bastard," Buffy said, choosing to overreact to his cheeky statement rather than focusing on the realization.
It was easier that way.
She whimpered into his domineering lips and let him dominate her once more, his fingers creating an excellent dance together with his fingers. Soon, another source joined their little dance.
His cock, once again hard, poking against her ass. He recovered faster than she expected… but then she looked toward the couch, where a naked Willow was doing her best to keep an equally naked Cordelia deep in her delirium, their bodies rocking and arching to create an excellent scene that would have won several awards in an erotic film.
It was not a surprise for him to return back to form quickly. "Now, let's free you from your last virginity," he whispered as he lifted her, waiting just a second to give her a chance to retreat.
A chance that she deliberately ignored, letting him do whatever he wanted. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy his other attempts.
He pulled her down, and she felt her tight hole suddenly stopping to be not so tight. Unfortunately, there was just one problem.
He was too slow.
"Fuck me harder," she gasped.
"If you think you can handle it, Miss Slayer," he whispered.
"Oh, I can handle it-" she responded, her answer cut halfway as he pulled her down hard. The pain was there, but it was easy to handle for her. She just let her body loose, allowing him to use her body like a little toy, pushing her up and down, each second pushing her pleasure higher and higher.
When he yanked her arms to her back, tight enough to be painful, it felt even better. She barely registered as he pushed her forward slightly, forcing her to stand up on her feet. Then, he applied a little more force, and she rose to her fingertips, her weight put to her arms.
All the while, he continued ramming into her ass, their bodies colliding with explosive noise.
It was a difficult pose, one that she only managed to handle due to her nature as the Slayer. Yet, he continued impaling her, she just moaned rather than asking him to be careful.
It felt simply amazing.
"Fuck me… fuck me in my ass," Buffy moaned.
"Horny little bitch, isn't she," a comment reached, though it took a second for her to realize it was not actually William. She looked, only to see Cordelia sitting on the couch like a Queen. Buffy had to admit. It was impressive. It was hard to radiate authority after the fucking she received, still naked…
And Willow was still between her legs, licking desperately.
A smack landed on her ass. Buffy yelped. "Pay attention to me, whore," he growled, which made Buffy feel amazing. Then, he grabbed her hair with his empty hand, carrying her pleasure to a new stage. She couldn't help it.
She tensed as her puckered hole suddenly tightened, triggering another orgasm. It filled her body, her consciousness flickering…
"Okay, let's move on to the bedroom, you need your rest," he said. But, considering he didn't pull out even as he pushed her forward, ramming inside her with each step, he clearly didn't mean it.
Just as she wanted.
"Fuck," I murmured as I pulled Buffy's naked body closer to me, enjoying her calm sleep, while watching the frantic rush naked rush of Cordelia and Willow. Well, Willow was frantic, while Cordelia was wearing her unflappable attitude as usual, which only slipped when she glanced at my naked figure.
Or Willow's.
There was a reason they were still naked. "No, not this either," Cordelia commented as she raised another outfit against her.
"W-what's wrong with that. That's the tenth outfit you rejected. I have just bought it," Willow complained.
Cordelia ignored as she dug another outfit, while I enjoyed the view of her ass. It was amusing to watch the way Cordelia processed the lesbian encounter that defined the second half of the night. She seemed not ready to acknowledge it directly, but rather than icing Willow out, she was treating her like one of her cheerleader buddies.
Which meant, Willow had to dress the part.
"Just put this," she said with a sigh.
"T-this is okay?"
"Of course not, that's just until we can go to my house and find you something proper until we can go shopping.
"But! We'll be late!" Willow answered, her voice tense enough that if I couldn't understand her, I would have assumed Cordelia asked her to get rid of a body…
Or not, I corrected myself. Considering the nature of Sunnydale, I was sure that getting rid of a body would have earned a less shocked reaction.
After I watched their naked figures disappear, I closed my eyes, and summoned a screen.
[CURRENT LOADOUT:
Instant Combat Package (Special Forces, Permanent)
Supernatural Endurance I (Buffyverse only)
Special Training Montage (1)]
Not a bad distribution, one that should keep me safe against danger.
But then, even if that wasn't the case, I had a lot of rewards to be spent.
[Shop Initialized…
Available Points: 1,350
ABILITIES:
Instant Magic Package (Intermediate Buffyverse Sorcerer, Buffyverse only): 50P
POWERS:
Supernatural Strength I (Buffyverse only): 100P
Supernatural Endurance II (Buffyverse only): 500P
ITEMS:
Special Training Montage (Warning: Requires the assistance of a corrupted heroine. Permanent Gains): 50P
Instant Recovery: 100P
Instant Weapon (Mundane): 50P
Instant Weapon (Magical): 250P
UPGRADE:
Shop Upgrade Tier 1: 1000P]
Now…
I just needed to decide on my new list of purchases.
Chapter 29
After some consideration, I decided to use the opportunity for training. We were alone with Buffy, with no danger and no urgent issue to be addressed.
A perfect time.
I kissed her cheek softly before extracting myself. She grumbled in frustration, half awake. "I'll go prepare some breakfast. Be downstairs in fifteen minutes," I whispered. Then, after a quick shower, I went to the kitchen and started cooking.
Luckily, Willow had a decent kitchen to prepare a decent breakfast. I was an excellent cook… mostly because it was very helpful in seduction. Almost as much as being good at massages.
A nice French omelet cooked to perfection, some supporting dishes, and a nice pile of pancakes. A bit simpler than my usual fare with nothing exotic, but Buffy was a big eater with simple tastes, and it was better to serve something she enjoyed rather than forcing an exotic breakfast despite the limited fridge.
"Smells delicious," Buffy called as she appeared at the end of the stairs, wearing just a small towel that struggled to keep her body hidden as she dashed down, but she seemed to be uncaring of that.
Not a big surprise after everything we had done. "Well, my skills are not limited to fighting… or other activities," I said with a big smirk. She approached quickly, showing her supernatural abilities, while I already raised a small slice of pancake, feeding it to her.
"You're definitely worthy of keeping around," she said after chewing the food for a long time, her smile growing. "I should keep you around more."
"Well, as long as you're willing to pay for my exquisite cooking-" I started, about to bring up the topic of a training session, when she smirked and grabbed her own towel, a soft tug enough to drop it, revealing her naked body.
"Well, I don't have any money, but I'm sure we can come to an arrangement," she smirked.
"Yes," I said, and her smirk widened. "Combat training will be very useful."
"Jerk," she gasped, her expression turning into playful anger, gasping when I spanked her ass. She looked like she was about to say something, but I turned my smack into a soothing grope and started kneading her ass.
Mollified, she reached the kitchen island, and started eating without even bothering to carry it to the table. I allowed her, even though it was a bit of a waste. A good arrangement would make the food even more delicious.
However, a naked glimpse of her body was able to buy that particular indulgence rather easily. She dug into the food, hungry… and I wasn't particularly behind.
That enhanced Endurance had its own drawbacks.
Still, I was full before her and decided to entertain myself. I stood behind her, a little play with my clothes easily freeing my shaft. Then, without even asking for permission, I slipped into her sopping wet pussy.
"I… I thought nudity was the payment," she gasped.
"Think of it as the tip," I chuckled as I pushed deep inside her.
"It doesn't - feel like the tip," she countered, her bad joke earning a loud spank. Then, as my invasion progressed, she lost her ability to answer, barely able to eat. Oh, she tried, but she couldn't do much more than squeal as I pistoned in and out of her aggressively. It wasn't how I anticipated this morning to develop, but I wasn't able to reject the temptation of her naked body…
Bent over the kitchen island and being rammed from behind, Buffy temporarily stopped eating, enjoying the invasion until she was thoroughly and properly fucked.
Too bad that I had other plans, so after a quickie that ended with a double-climax, I pulled back. "Finish the breakfast while I'm showering, then we have training to do."
She followed that request… in a fashion, as before I could finish showering, she was there as well, joining for another shower… one that took more than we planned.
Interestingly, neither the breakfast fun nor the shower interlude gave any point, showing that I needed to push some kind of limit to gain more.
Too many rules.
Yet, as we stood in the middle of Willow's living room - which was even wider after we pushed the furniture away - I was about to use another feature without fully testing.
[Training Montage Card Triggered!
Target: Buffy Summers
Status: Corruption sufficient (1/2)
Training time: Eight hours]
"Come at me," Buffy said as she raised her hand, looking even sexier while wearing leggings and sports bra - both from Willow's closet. Yet, at that moment, I felt the world shift…
The sensation was hard to describe. It suddenly felt like a dream - or a badly cut movie - filled with many scenes of us clashing, and Buffy using her superior strength to manhandle me. She threw me around, punched, kicked, and otherwise swept me away. Unlike the previous night, she was using much more of her ability…
Though, I could feel that I wasn't the only one that was in a dazed state. Buffy shared the same choppy sensation, with even less awareness than I had.
Yet, my inability to control my actions didn't hurt my learning capability. On the contrary, I was learning far more efficiently than otherwise possible, compressing months of training into a few moments…
[Training Montage Complete (1/3)]
As the notification popped on, I regained my bodily control. Buffy did as well, but her expression showed little awareness of what actually happened. "Wow, you're even tougher than I expected," Buffy said.
"Barely," I answered as the cost of eight hours hit me hard, and I just collapsed on the floor, breathing hard. Every little part of my body hurt, showing that the training montage was not exactly free. Still, it was very beneficial. I could feel that my combat capability, which had already heightened with the purchase, jumping to a new stage.
However, only in melee combat, with a particular focus on handling people - and monsters - much stronger than me.
"Do you need help?" she asked.
"Well, I wouldn't say no if you carry me to the bed."
"Let's go, princess," Buffy chuckled as she lifted me in a bridal hold, carrying me with a huge smile. As she did so, I couldn't help but think about the notification, particularly the limits. The limit was two when I was using the card, but three when it was completed.
Probably the current limit of use, versus the total limit.
"I'm guessing you won't come to the party," Buffy offhandedly mentioned, though I could feel that she didn't want to. Understandable, considering she didn't want me to meet with her mother.
I acted like I didn't notice her desire. "I'm afraid so. But I promise I'll make it up to you," I said even as she threw me on the bed. "Actually, I can even start now, but you need to do all the work."
"Well, I don't know. It sounds more like a reward than a punishment," she whispered.
"Think of it as payment for the training," I countered.
She smiled. "Oh, just like the breakfast. I'm starting to like that exchange method," she said as she climbed onto the bed, but rather than removing her leggings, she grabbed it and ripped the center, creating an even more appealing sight.
I didn't need any help to go full mast, but if I did, that would have solved it. Before I comment, she positioned herself on top of me, and sank down immediately, far faster than I expected. A gasp escaped my mouth, which she echoed as her back arched.
"How about if I come here after the party, and I extract the real payment," Buffy said between moans. "After all, it hardly seems fair to get a few minutes of service for eight hours of training."
"Sounds reasonable," I admitted, followed by a grunt of my own. Buffy might be relatively inexperienced, but she had her amazing beauty, her incredible passion, and her superpowers, which were more than enough to compensate as she rode me desperately.
Soon, she removed her top as well, and her tits started dangling freely, begging for my hands. Yet, I kept them on my side, for once enjoying the absolute passivity as she rode me faster and faster, desperate for pleasure.
Soon, she tightened around me, groaning and moaning. I groaned as well even as I enjoyed her orgasming body. "I'm cumming," I warned, but she didn't move away, taking all my seed inside her.
Marvelous.
[Status updated. Buffy - Risky Rendezvous. Reward: 100P]
"That was amazing," Buffy murmured as she barely managed to pull back. "But I need to go make sure the party is ready," she said, chuckling before leaning for a quick kiss. "And you need your sleep."
"I do," I answered, though even as she left for a shower, I called my shop screen. It was a good time for some more purchases, after all.
[Shop Initialized…
Available Points: 1,450
ABILITIES:
Instant Magic Package (Intermediate Buffyverse Sorcerer, Buffyverse only): 50P
POWERS:
Supernatural Strength I (Buffyverse only): 100P
Supernatural Endurance II (Buffyverse only): 500P
ITEMS:
Special Training Montage (Warning: Requires the assistance of a corrupted heroine. Permanent Gains): 50P
Instant Recovery: 100P
Instant Weapon (Mundane): 50P
Instant Weapon (Magical): 250P
UPGRADE:
Shop Upgrade Tier 1: 1000P]
Chapter 30
[Special Training Montage *4 - Acquired]
[Shop Upgrade Tier 1: 1000P - Acquired]
[Shop Upgrade in process. Shop temporarily offline]
"Just like I expected," I murmured as I made the purchases. As usual, the system was rather unhelpful when it came to explanations, with no sign of when it would be activated or ready. Luckily, from what I remembered, the only significant threat for a while was the mask that resurrected people as zombies, and I had already destroyed it.
The party should go smoothly. I wondered whether Oz and Xander would return for it, or they would move on to their next gig. Not that I cared much. Even if they returned and tried to earn the forgiveness of the girls, it was already too late.
With my hooks already in place, even if they managed to explain their mistake, it was a lost cause. Admittedly, my job would have been harder if Xander had even a snowball's chance of hell to convince Cordelia to forgive her. Despite her outward spoiled attitude, Cordelia was socially strong. If she had forgiven Xander, I couldn't have convinced her to repeat.
Willow was much more likely to forgive Oz… but, ultimately, it wouldn't matter much. Willow was ready to cheat Oz before learning about the cheating, and, naturally, she would be equally easy to seduce.
For all her potential magical power, she had absolutely no willpower when it mattered.
"I should leave the future problems for the future," I murmured as I closed my eyes. I was exhausted enough that the sleep arrived instantly.
I was ready to sleep uninterrupted until the morning.
When I woke up again, it was still dark, but I woke up to a movement. It was Buffy. "Sorry, was I too loud," she said as she looked at me. "I ran out of stakes, and I decided to come here."
"Good," I said as I stood up, letting my blanket slip away as I looked at her, happy that her gaze focused on my naked body - as I preferred to sleep naked. "I'm not tired as well. I'll come to help you with the patrol."
"That's not needed. I can do it alone. I'm the Slayer," she said immediately, her arousal dispelled by frustration.
I paused a moment as I tried to come up with a good answer despite my sleepy state. Buffy was clearly distressed by my recommendation to help her. For a moment, I thought that it was about my security, but then it clicked.
Buffy clearly defined herself by her role as the Slayer. And, while it was not unreasonable for her to think so as she was only barely legal, she had been fighting against vampires for years. Worse, her only support was a bunch of other teenagers and Giles - who might take his job seriously, but he also had to deal with council bullshit.
It was not exactly an ideal challenge. There was some kind of irresistible weight that went along with dealing with life and death matters, which I knew due to my constant connection with the criminal elements. Whether one tried to save them or take them, the mission took over their perspective on life, distorting their perspective on life.
The killer either reveled in the idea or destroyed by it. But it wasn't exactly easier for the protectors.
Especially the ones like Buffy, who had received such a mission and the guilt without the necessary support. At this point, she was the Slayer and nothing more in her eyes.
It was important because I realized that my offer to help her was clearly taken as an attack against her.
"I know you're the Slayer, that's why I want to join," I explained. "We trained, but I still need to see if I can hold up against a vampire. What's safer than following you."
With that explanation, her tension disappeared, showing that my prediction was accurate. "Well, that's acceptable," Buffy said, her smile relaxing. "Of course, that means that you have to pay me for bodyguard services."
"And I'm guessing it's not money," I answered.
"Definitely not," Buffy said.
I smirked. "Do you need the payment now, or later?"
"Later. Certainly later," she answered. "It's already late, and we need to be out if we want to do anything worthwhile."
"Let's go, then," I said as I quickly dressed, grabbing the stake Buffy passed to me. Unfortunately, I didn't have my emergency bag with me - to avoid the suspicion - or I would have brought some of the more interesting ideas.
Still, I followed her. The equation was simple. It was safer to be with her but without my equipment, than to go alone with all of it. Vampires, hungry for blood and revenge, no doubt far more aggressive after months of absence from Buffy, would be aggressive.
"Let's go," Buffy said as I finished dressing. "However, I need you to trust me on this one. It's dangerous with the vampires and their supernatural abilities. Even with me, you could be in danger. If I warn you to stay in place, stay where you are and wait until I get to you. And, if I tell you to run, run."
"Bossy much," I said with a big smirk. "I have to tell you, in my girlfriend that sounds… absolutely delicious."
She smiled for a fleeting moment before her expression turned serious, her glare digging against me. "Don't joke around. I'm serious."
I blinked, and raised my hands in surrender. "I promise I'll follow your orders," I said. "Let's go."
Buffy sighed, but she didn't change her mind to escort me. I followed her. Our destination.
The graveyard.
"A fun place for a date, isn't it?" I asked.
"That's what you get for dating the Slayer," Buffy said as she smirked, but I could see that her smirk was fragile, clearly expecting me to retreat and leave her alone.
"I wouldn't change it for anything," I said answered with a chuckle.
"Thanks," Buffy said, visibly relaxing. A minute passed in silence, before we were interrupted by another voice.
"Hey, I seem to be lost. Do you mind pointing me toward the town," a young man said, appearing from the shadows. I barely held back a sigh. His tone was arrogant and smug, and combined with his attitude like he owned the place, it was obvious that he was a vampire.
I tightened my hold on the stake and looked at Buffy. "He's a newbie, a perfect target for you," Buffy said to me, ignoring the vampire.
"Hey, what are you talking about -" he started, trying to play that, but I ignored it and raised the stake. "Oh, a few arrogant assholes trying to fill the Slayer's place. Are you sad that the slut left you alone because she's scared?"
Buffy didn't look particularly happy with that, but I stepped forward. "You said that he's mine," I said. "He's just stupid enough to make a good target," I added, and Buffy nodded.
Good.
I raised my stake, just in time as the vampire rushed forward… far faster than any human could replicate.
Well, unless they were empowered by a supernatural entity.
Even with my abilities that were purchased from the shop, it would have been very hard to avoid. But, luckily, the training montage I had gone through gave me the necessary reflexes and planning capability to handle it.
I took a step to the side, letting him pass me even as I delivered a hit to his side. I could have tried to attack his chest, but it was still well-defended.
"That's the best you can do," the vampire growled in anger as he flipped, his dark eyes snapped up, sparkling with a dangerous, mad kind of anger. Genuinely scary, far more than his earlier posse attitude, and it wasn't because of his demonic face. No, that was easy to ignore.
But the way his eyes shone with malevolence, left no doubt that, no matter the shape, he was not a human anymore. It opened his mouth to display his teeth, and gave an abrupt snarl.
"Come on, try me again and see if I can't handle a worthless beast like you," I said. The taunt was not particularly clever, but it was enough to make a demonic creature who overestimated his abilities. He rushed forward, swinging hard, and I dodged closely, using the stake to attack toward his belly.
It wouldn't have delivered any lasting harm, Buffy was clear on that. But, luckily, the vampire was a new one and had no idea about that particular detail. He tried to defend his stomach, and I changed the direction of the hit at the last moment, stabbing his chest.
And, he turned into dust.
Convenient.
"How was it?" I asked.
"Not bad for the first time, but you played with him too much. Try to kill them faster. They might be faster than they reveal."
"Good point. I'll try to do better the next time…"
"Next time another day. You made a good start already. No need to push too much."
"Nonsense," I countered. "I have my sexy bodyguard in place. As long as I listen to her, nothing will happen to me. Right?"
"Right," she admitted with a sigh and a cute smile. "But, you're going to listen to me, alright?
"Alright," I said… and the rest of the night, we spent hunting vampires. I took down three more, and she took only two… two dozen. It was tense.
In comparison, the return trip was fun. Horny from the slaying, Buffy was barely able to keep her hands away from me as we went to her house.
However, just after I climbed up to sneak into her room… I met with an interesting sight. Cordelia and Willow were in Buffy's room.
With Cordelia wearing an incredibly sexy lingerie that only covered the bare minimum, and Willow holding a camera.
Interesting.
Chapter 31
Rather than sneaking into the room immediately, I looked at Buffy, who was looking concerned as I stopped to look into her room. "Don't tell me my mom is still awake?" Buffy asked.
"No worries, it's Willow and Cordelia," I said, and Buffy sighed, relaxed. She was not ready for another confrontation with her mother.
"Really, what are they doing," she asked. I didn't say anything, just gestured for her to climb. She did so and took a glimpse before looking at me, shocked. "What are they doing?" she whispered once again.
"My guess, revenge," I said.
"Really, again? I don't think so," Buffy said.
I smirked. No wonder Buffy had trouble handling her friends if she was that poor in reading their intentions. A nicer man might have bothered to explain to her why she was wrong. "How about a bet?" I whispered instead, still hanging from the window as we watched Willow taking photos of Cordelia.
"What's the forfeit?" Buffy asked rather than committing immediately.
"Simple, the loser listens to the winner for a few hours," I said. Buffy's eyes widened as she read my smile.
"Interesting, deal," she said. "Should we wait until they start speaking, or should we just ask-" Buffy started.
Willow interrupted her unwittingly. "Try to lean forward more, Cordelia. You need to display more if you want him to regret it."
"Sure," Cordelia said as she followed Willow's command and leaned further. "I still can't believe the arrogance of that asshole. Like I couldn't hear that whore blowing him. I'll show him."
I looked at Buffy smugly and whispered. "And, I guess that makes it my victory," I said.
"I… I guess," Buffy answered, annoyed. Understandable. Even if the forfeit wasn't particularly impressive, losing a bet that quickly must have been frustrating. She opened the window and stepped inside.
Surprisingly, neither Cordelia nor Willow noticed her entrance. Or, maybe not so surprisingly, as Cordelia was vindictive enough to focus on her revenge. On the other hand, Willow was clearly enjoying Cordelia's show greatly.
I doubted Cordelia was aware of just how much her photographer was enjoying the show.
"Are you sure you can enchant the photos so that they will be destroyed after he touches them?" Cordelia asked as she posed once more. "I want to teach him a lesson about what he had lost. I don't want to give him blackmail material."
"O-of course," Willow said, her tone enough to show that she might have exaggerated her ability in order not to miss the opportunity to pose a half-naked Cordelia around. Cordelia didn't say anything, which showed me that Buffy wasn't the only one who was having trouble reading people. However, in this case, it was Cordelia being hyper-fixated on payback rather than a more general problem.
Still, entertaining.
"Are you sure?" Buffy interrupted, which made both of them jump. Cordelia just flinched, but Willow's reaction was more intense. The camera in her hand flew away.
Luckily for her, she was friends with a supernatural warrior, and Buffy was quick to grab it before it could hit the ground.
"B-Buffy, you scared me," Willow gasped.
Buffy shrugged. "Hey, you're the one that's using my room as a photo studio. You can hardly complain about my entrance," she said, her grumpy tone making both of them look at her in shock.
"Don't worry about her, she's just grumpy because she lost a bet," I said as I slipped through the window and closed it.
"What bet?" Willow said.
"Not important," I answered, instead letting my gaze focus on Cordelia, taking a note of her buxom body, which looked particularly delicious in a lacy red underwear set. She shuffled a bit, but that was the extent of her reaction. Not unfair, considering the things we have already done. "Now, tell me if you want any help with making that asshole jealous?"
Cordelia smiled a bit, but that didn't last long. "Not for this," she admitted. "I fear that it won't create the impact I'm looking for if I'm with another man in the photo."
I smirked. "Who said anything about me," I said as I looked at Buffy, whose eyes widened.
"No way," she gasped.
"Come on, my dear. You have a chance to help your good friend, Cordelia," I said, which earned three distinct snorts. Then, I winked at Buffy pointedly, reminding her that she had just lost a bet for that effect.
"You'll pay for this," Buffy grumbled. But, to the surprise of the other occupants of the room, she stepped into the bed. "Why me?" she asked. "Willow could help as well."
"Come on, isn't that clear?" I asked. Willow looked wilted while Buffy looked angry, taking that as an insult to her friend. So, I continued quickly. "This guy looks like the typical idiot, so I'm sure that he had taken Willow for granted just because she's a childhood friend. I had no doubt that it would have changed soon, but for the moment, it wouldn't be as impactful," I explained.
"Are - are you sure?" Willow asked, her crush echoing in her tone even after everything. Understandable, but I would make sure to erase that just in case. Luckily, we had a while before they needed to be at school.
"Of course, look at the way he treated Cordelia," I said as I took a step toward Willow, and hugged her behind. "Look at her breasts, barely fitting into that bra. And, look at those legs, going on for days. Yet, he cheated on her in less than a day. Does he sound like a guy that has his priorities in place?"
"N-no," Willow said, a soft moan escaping her mouth as I whispered those words throatily, bringing her confused attention to Cordelia's beautiful body. And, with my erection pressing her from behind, she was even more confused. "He doesn't sound particularly… bright, when we put it like this."
Luckily, she had me there to help solve her confusion forever.
[Status updated. Buffy - Photographing Glamor. Reward: 50P]
"Exactly," I said as Buffy smiled, happy that I didn't destroy her friend's fragile ego. Not that I blamed Buffy. Willow needed to be handled with care… too much care, even, considering she had both the ability and the demeanor to destroy the world… literally. "Now, why don't you girls give us some interesting pose to start while we start working."
"D-do you want the camera?" Willow asked.
I smiled. "Oh, I trust your abilities, just think of me as moral support," I said as I tightened my hug around her waist, slipping my hands under her pajama top to caress her belly. She shivered, but said nothing else as we looked at them.
"What should we do?" Buffy asked.
"Oh, dear. Be creative," I said.
Cordelia smirked. "Yes, let's start by getting you out of those boring clothes," she said with a playful tone, though considering her gaze bounced to me for a fleeting moment, she was playing for the audience.
Still missing that she had two very enthusiastic audience members.
"You sound too enthusiastic. How long have you wanted to say that?" Buffy answered even as she grabbed the hem of her shirt, but halfway in, Cordelia grabbed.
"Let me help," she said as she pulled it up slowly. "And about the question. I have eyes. Pity we don't play to that team, or we would have ruled the school."
"Maybe," Buffy said with a chuckle as she raised her arms, letting Cordelia pull her shirt up slowly, revealing her sports bra. A functional piece, but reasonable considering she had just come from her vampire-extermination mission. "But, you're undressing me far too fast for someone that doesn't swing that way."
Cordelia chuckled as she threw the shirt away. "It's not like I hadn't seen anything already," Cordelia said as she hugged her, their breasts pressing together. Willow took another desperate photo… her finger clearly twitching for more, but she also wanted to save the film.
A small problem from the time difference. No digital camera, no infinite photos.
"Well, you did more than just seeing me naked," Buffy said with a smirk.
Cordelia gave her a playful frown, as one of her hands climbed up, pulling Buffy's hair just enough to make a point. "Thanks for reminding that. I still need to make you pay for that. You were quite rude."
Buffy smiled back even as she shifted her pose slightly, and then dragged one of Cordelia's hands to the button of her jeans, making Cordelia open it.
Another moment immortalized by Willow.
"Think of it as payment for renting my boyfriend," Buffy said even as Cordelia slowly pulled down her jeans, leaving her incredible legs naked. Then, she smirked more. "Actually, maybe I should charge you once again for using my bed without permission," Buffy said.
"Party rules. Give a party, and your bed is public property for emergencies," Cordelia said even as she caressed Buffy's naked thigh. Then, she paused for a moment. "Although, it might not be a bad idea. Can you imagine that idiot's face if he saw that photo? He would probably die of a heart attack, imagining the threesome he missed."
They chuckled while I leaned on Willow's ear, whispering. "Would you like to record them while Cordelia uses her tongue on Buffy again, Willow," I asked.
She shivered once again. Frankly, it was a miracle that she didn't just climax at the idea…
How fascinating.
Chapter 32
Would she have liked to record Cordelia and Buffy in a compromising, incredible position… That was just what William had asked, and the question had been echoing in her mind.
The answer was a resounding yes.
Unfortunately, rather than shouting the answer loudly as she wished, she just nodded, afraid of looking… she pointedly ignored her own thoughts just as she suppressed her desire to shout her answer loudly.
"Very good, let's do something interesting," William said as he shifted her to the side.
William's presence didn't make her emotions any easier to control. The warmth of his fingers over her naked skin was already enough to drive her to a very confusing place… but then he used his hold to pull her, one that reminded Willow of the exact position she had been just a night ago.
A position that she wanted to be again… but she also wanted to take photos of what was going on in front of her.
Watching Cordelia reach behind Buffy to unhook her bra was incredible. She had already seen them naked… and even did far more with Cordelia, but that didn't take anything from their playful show.
"T-try to look at me before removing the bra," Willow whispered as she repositioned her camera, ignoring William's climbing fingers.
"You heard her. Slow down, slut," Buffy said with a chuckle.
Cordelia replied with one of her own, which made her bosom rise attractively. "Come on. I've already seen you naked," she pointed out. "Far too closer than I would have liked, even," she added.
"Your tongue was too fast for someone that was reluctant," Buffy said, which made Cordelia blush.
"Not my fault," she answered cattily even as she pulled Buffy's bra. "It's hard to focus with your monster boyfriend drilling me like there's no tomorrow." Then, Cordelia turned toward her. "Look at Willow. She's distracted just by him rubbing her from behind."
"H-he's just helping me to take better photos," Willow answered, giving an excuse. An extremely weak one, but that was the best she could come up with as William's fingers reached the edge of her breasts, leaving trails of fire.
"Yeah, right," Buffy commented, but before she could say anything else, Cordelia reached and grabbed her breasts. "Hey, isn't that a bit much," Buffy said.
"It's not, unless you want to bare your tits for Xander," Cordelia said as she used her hands as a bra while she snuggled closer, and smiled and Willow. "Shoot," she said.
Willow did, surprised by Cordelia's casual ease of flirting with Buffy, feeling jealous that she couldn't just repeat it. "Focus," William whispered into her ear, pulling her out of her fugue. Willow nodded. "Good," he said as he grabbed the camera out of her hand, which surprised her until the next command. "Now, raise your arms, and let's get rid of that boring pajamas."
Willow wanted to argue against it as she neglected to put on a bra… but with Buffy already in her panties and Cordelia just a touch more dressed, it wasn't exactly a reasonable complaint. So, she kept her mouth shut and let him pull her top off before she took the camera back. "Y-you're overdressed," she commented, trying to tease him back.
"You're right," he simply answered, his tone enough to drive Willow crazy with pleasure, with her core tingling. He pulled his shirt off with a smooth move, revealing his muscles to her gaze.
As impressive as ever. Willow couldn't help but raise her camera and take a photo, immortalizing his handsome visage. Then, he posed, and she took another photo… then another as he unbuttoned his jeans, and several more while he pulled them down, leaving only his boxers, which struggled to keep his erection.
"Hey, Willow, did you forget us," Cordelia asked with a sharp voice, reminding Willow that he wasn't the target of the night. She turned toward Cordelia… and momentarily froze. Cordelia had got rid of her bra, leaving only her deficient panties to cover her body, and Buffy didn't even have them on as she sat behind Cordelia, like a distorted rowing pose, but instead of holding oars, Buffy was holding onto Cordelia's belly while her tits pressed against Cordelia's back.
"Don't blame her like you weren't enjoying the strip show," Buffy commented as she tickled Cordelia playfully. It was such a casual sexy sight that Willow barely kept herself from climaxing.
William's hands, once again on her body, didn't make anything easier.
"Hey, not my fault. Your man is seriously a smoke show. It's kind of you to share him with us," Cordelia teased.
"It was just supposed to be one time to keep Willow from going crazy," Buffy commented. "I didn't expect it to snowball like this."
"Yes, and you're working very hard to stop it," Cordelia commented as she leaned back. Willow snapped another picture before Buffy's hands could cover her breasts. "Hey, too revealing!" Cordelia warned.
"Don't worry, we can just not send it," Willow said. She could always keep it for her private collection. "Buffy, cover her breasts," she said.
"As you command," Buffy said teasingly before she raised her hands, which were not big enough to contain Cordelia's surprisingly large breasts. It was hard to imagine such tiny hands were literally saving the world from another apocalypse once every few months.
Just as she pressed the shutter, Buffy squeezed Cordelia's breasts, making her moan. "Come on. We're not shooting porn -" Cordelia tried to complain, which died as Buffy twisted her nipples. This time, it didn't feel as playful… especially when she leaned forward to kiss Cordelia's neck in a very sensual way.
Willow froze, trying to process the sudden shift as Cordelia moaned. William leaned into her ear. "Oh, Buffy gets a bit excited after slaying. It's normal," he whispered.
"S-should I take another photo," Willow whispered, not daring to push more without asking for permission.
"Of course, as long as you share a copy from your private stash with me," he said, and Willow trembled, realizing she had been caught. She tried to turn toward him to explain. Before she could do so, he grabbed her pajama buttons and pulled them down.
Along with her panties, leaving her naked.
Willow knew that there would be no risk of anger from Buffy after everything, but she still turned toward them reflexively… and met with a shocking sight. Buffy was kissing Cordelia, and doing so aggressively, her tongue invading her mouth mercilessly.
There was nothing playful or teasing in that kiss.
"Interesting, right," William whispered, his throaty tone already pushing her another step toward a climax, but then his hips moved, and Willow felt his familiar presence invading. A moan escaped her mouth as her hands trembled.
For the second time, the camera slipped off her hands, and this time, Buffy was too distracted by Cordelia's lips to grab it. But, luckily, she didn't throw it away this time, and William managed to catch it.
"Careless," he said, punishing her with a loud spank.
"Oh, our photographers are neglecting us," Buffy said, pulling back from the kiss momentarily, her smile smug.
"Y-yeah," Cordelia answered, but her attention was far less focused, her breathing wild.
"Nonsense," William said even as he pushed his hips once more, his presence invading her wetness easily. "Give me another kiss, and I'll immortalize it."
"Perfect," Buffy said, and before Cordelia could say anything, started kissing her again. Cordelia surrendered… not that she had any chance to do otherwise. Willow knew just how strong Buffy was. Cordelia was in a prison that was impossible to escape.
Willow found herself torn. She wanted to be in Cordelia's place… but then, her current position was incredibly amazing as well. Then, she found out that her body had made the choice before her mind could, pushing back to take more of his shaft inside, her insides clenching around his girth.
The flash exploded once more, filling the room as her growing climax filled her own gaze.
"They look sexy, right?" William commented casually like she was talking about the weather.
That was an understatement. Their bodies shifted so that Cordelia ended up on her back, with Buffy on top of her. Cordelia's legs were forcibly opened with Buffy's knee to keep them apart, and the constant movement of her leg suggested that it was not the only function.
The angle prevented Willow from seeing their face… but considering she was watching Buffy's naked ass and wet lips dance right in front of her gaze, Willow wasn't felt like complaining.
"Should we go around for a better view," he asked as his hips continued to drill into her, each push driving her crazier and crazier.
"Yes…" she gasped.
"Oh, really, that's surprising. I thought that-" he commented, teasing her.
Willow would have loved to say that she interrupted his teasing comments with a clever comment that showed her incredible wit and intelligence. Unfortunately, her body rebelled. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried again and again as the pleasure hit her hard, invading her whole being. She felt herself toppling forward as her legs lost their power.
Luckily, William was there to catch her…
Chapter 33
"It seems that we have just lost a photographer, and I'm very unskilled when it comes to taking photos," William said as he passed the camera to Buffy. "Do you mind helping with that, honey?"
Cordelia watched as Buffy grabbed the camera and pulled back, leaving her breathing desperately. She wasn't into girls, but it would be a lie to say that experimentation had been surprisingly fun.
Almost as fun as making Willow clean her up the night before.
"Oh, are you sure? Do you think he'll be jealous without me helping," Buffy said, and for a moment, Cordelia was afraid that her found was about to be over. Yet, when she caught her gaze, she saw amusement… and arousal.
"I think I can handle it," he said. "Just make sure to take some fun photos."
"Don't I have a right to comment-" Cordelia tried to interrupt. Not because she wanted him to change his mind, but because she didn't appreciate being talked over even as a joke. Unfortunately, before she could complete that sentence, William interrupted her.
Fortunately, he chose the perfect method to do so.
With a push, he filled her mouth with his shaft, his hand already grabbing her hair and pulling her deep. Being treated roughly was not exactly her usual preference, but as his hand wrapped around her hair, the flash exploded, immortalizing the view.
She imagined the way Xander's face would look once he saw Cordelia giving the exact service he had been receiving from a slut, treating her like a moron in the process. Well, she was showing him exactly who was the moron.
She opened her mouth as much as she could manage, and he pushed, invading her throat with his shaft, lodging it deep. She gagged repeatedly, struggling to breathe, yet she enjoyed the treatment immensely.
It was an incredibly sexy moment. "Come on, sweetie, Willow was better. She used her tongue," William reminded.
Cordelia growled even as her tongue danced. She was the Queen, and she was always the best. Maybe Buffy had the advantage, but it was only because she had months of practice. Cordelia would catch up with her.
And she certainly wouldn't lose to that nerd.
It was a matter of pride.
She grabbed his legs despite the haze that was covering her gaze, pushing herself even deeper, earning a groan from him as a reward. She would have smiled with pride, but her lips were occupied with something more important.
Though, it was amusing to think about just how quickly her priorities could change. It had some interesting implications about her personality, but as his hands slipped to cup her breasts aggressively, she abandoned those realizations in favor of enjoying the pleasure.
His grip tightened around her hair, the pain underlining her pleasure even more. She just moaned as much as she could while he fucked her throat with reckless abandon, the explosion of the flash just adding to her pleasure.
Somehow, the fact that she was going to be exposed added to her pleasure significantly. Another personal realization, but once again interrupted.
This time, by the way, he exploded into her throat, cutting her breathing even more. When he pulled back, she was about to cough. "No, you won't ruin my sheets," Buffy commented, somehow able to take position before Cordelia could even cough once.
Slayer speed was cheating.
She would have been annoyed at the care she showed to her sheets, but the method she chose to prevent that was too fun to complain about. Her lips pressed against hers, her tongue already scooping up his seed from her mouth.
"That's my reward, bitch," Cordelia managed to say before Buffy closed in once again, their tongues battling for the reward… then just battling. Another flash exploded, suggesting that William grabbed the camera.
But even as that flash exploded, she felt a hand on her ass, shifting her stance slightly. At first, she thought he was helping her to relax… but that delusion only lasted until she felt something that was too thick to be a finger pressing against her entrance.
She wanted to ask just how the hell he was already erect after that, but Buffy's tongue in her mouth prevented her from speaking.
But, it didn't her from moving as he pushed forward, impaling her while her insides clenched around his presence. After everything, she was sopping wet, allowing him to slide in easily. Her hips gyrated automatically, intent on proving that all that time as a cheerleader was not a waste.
She wanted a second load, this time where Buffy would have trouble stealing.
"Honey, take the camera," William said, and Buffy pulled back from the kiss, allowing Cordelia to moan freely as she leaned forward and used her hands for balance.
"That would not do," Buffy suddenly said, and for a moment, Cordelia felt afraid that Buffy chose that moment to be jealous. "It doesn't look good on the photos. Sweetie lay on your back. Cordelia, ride him to show you're in control."
William showed his strength by easily lifting her even as he changed position and lay on his back, keeping her skewered all along. She found herself riding him in a reverse cowgirl position, her ass pointing toward him while she caught Buffy's gaze. The camera hid half of her face, but the other half showed just how aroused she was.
"Okay, Cordelia. Do your best. Show me just how quickly you can make my man cum," Buffy said, her excitement unmistakable. Cordelia smirked. If that was what she wanted, she was ready to give that.
She started bouncing up and down on his fat cock as fast as she could manage, her insides clenching desperately as her hips gyrated at the same time, showing all those dance lessons were not for nothing.
She moved desperately, enthusiastic to feel his sticky explosion again. Yet, she kept her gaze firmly on Buffy, enjoying the repeated explosion of flash even as she did her best. His hands occasionally landed on her ass in loud spanks, but those only made her feel better.
She groaned. It was an incredible feeling to have him under her. Even from such a position, she didn't feel like she was under control. On the contrary, him treating her ass as a drum already made her feel like a toy… and then, Buffy was on the other side, using one hand to take her photos again and again, her free hand between her legs.
At that moment, Cordelia felt like a toy for the couple. Maybe, before Xander's betrayal, that might have annoyed her, but now, it felt like a relief. At least, she knew exactly where she stood with them, leaving no opportunity for lies and cheating.
Though, admittedly, the fact that both of them somehow knew her body better than Cordelia herself did help greatly as well. Buffy was already fun enough… but William was someone else. Even as she rode him, he was somehow in control. He grabbed her hips, pinning her place for a moment, his hips continued to impale her.
Triggering a climax as she groaned, words escaping her mouth. "Fuck me harder. Cum in me…" she repeated again and again.
"Yes, William, cum in her. Maybe you can knock her up," she said with a big smile. Cordelia suddenly froze, then remembered she was already on birth control to regulate her body.
An excellent choice. "Yes, cum in me," she gasped, enjoying the way he flooded her insides. "I can always use our resident Slayer to clean me up.
Buffy said nothing, but her smile suggested she was ready for it…
Sometimes, life threw curveballs to our path, the kind that was enough to distract me from the two beautiful girls licking each other as they wrapped each other in an intimate sixty-nine pose…
For me, it was the flood of notifications that filled my view.
[Achievements. Buffyverse - 3 Achievements, click for details. Reward: 50P * 3, 20P * 2]
[WARNING! 2000P Collected. Free Point Collection Limit Reached. Complete the Heroine Corruptions for more points]
Admittedly, despite the inconvenience, I was happy to see that warning. At least, it finally solved the mystery of what exactly was that point limit I had picked during that first mysterious encounter. As a bonus, I knew exactly what I needed to do for more.
Unfortunately, the next part wasn't as simple.
[Minimum Universe Completion Reached. Do you want to trigger the universe departure process?]
[WARNING! Due to the Minimum Universe Completion status, once the departure is triggered, the universe can't be visited again. Please corrupt more heroines for other departure options.]
A difficult question, one that could be resolved easily with Buffy's help. I moved behind her and slipped inside, Cordelia's conveniently located tongue moving to caress my balls. The sensation was heavenly.
Yet, the pleasure I got from the moment was tainted. Should I stay, or leave…
Chapter 34
As much as I wanted to stay with Buffy for the whole day, the notifications had been too impactful to continue enjoying. I needed to plan.
"I better leave before your mother wonders about the voices," I said as I gave a fleeting kiss on her cheek, making Buffy blush. She looked slightly unwilling. "You can visit me after that meeting with the school, I'll be at my motel, and you'll have me all to yourself," I said.
"Good idea," she murmured, suddenly shy as she looked around to see her friends, both naked as they slept on her bed, half-covered with a blanket. "Having you to myself sounds nice."
"Here's the key. Just enter when you come, and wake me up directly," I said, smiling at her excitement.
"Wake up… how? Are you open to the surprises?" she whispered, excited.
"Very good idea," I said, and after one last kiss, I climbed down the window… but I didn't forget to grab a stake.
Just in case. Just because I had some training with Buffy didn't mean that I was suddenly able to resolve all my problems. The sun was rising, making vampires a non-issue, but there were many demons that could walk around under the sun.
I walked back to my motel, trying to make a plan about the notification I had received - the choice, I already made easily.
Naturally, it was to corrupt all of them. I didn't know exactly what would be the benefits, but it'll clearly be better than my permanent ejection. I didn't know exactly how the System operated… but one thing was clear.
It was not stingy with the rewards.
Corrupting all three was certainly viable… and depending on how it counted, maybe even before Faith could arrive.
Annoyingly, I didn't know exactly when she would return, as the show wasn't exactly clear about the time between episodes. I just remembered it was the e
Or I simply didn't pay enough attention to that particular detail, which was an equally likely possibility.
Still, as I decided to corrupt all three girls, I had a problem named Giles. As the only adult that cared about them enough to intervene. Then, I remembered Buffy's mother and corrected that thought.
Giles was the only adult who could notice and intervene. Buffy's mother might care as well, but her ability to notice anything about Buffy's life was… not the best.
Luckily, getting rid of Giles was only marginally more difficult than getting rid of Oz and Xander. He was a conflicted, tortured man. Worse, complicating his checkered past, he still treated his loyalty to the watcher council as the thing that would redeem him - as evidenced by the fact that he would go as far as applying that ridiculous test to Buffy.
Losing someone he loved just months ago likely didn't make his mental state any more balanced.
The fact that he could care about his charges intensely despite his personal conflicts was admirable… but also it left him even more vulnerable to manipulation.
The moment the small internet cafe was open, I went there and started digging into his past. The digital world was hardly comprehensive enough, but some digging was still possible. More importantly, I knew quite a bit about his past to know exactly where to dig.
Arranging a convincing reason for his departure was slightly difficult… but not too much. A little bribe to one of his old friends, written by a fake email from another friend, ensuring he would receive a call about a potential threat that was targeting him, and it would be better for him to get away for a few days to keep his charges safe.
Then, I poked around a few of the council members, poking enough emails to understand exactly how their relationship worked. Then, I sent a few emails between them, added some bribes and some promises for future favors - easily considering I wouldn't be one to deal with it - and hopefully, I arranged an emergency summons for Giles as well.
Ironically, it was even easier than the other scam emails. Apparently council wasn't particularly careful when it came to their digital security. Though, considering their ultimate fate, it was hard to argue that their actual security measures were any better.
Ultimately, between his old friends and his precious council, Giles should be away for a considerable while.
Just to be on the safe side, I even arranged an invitation for him from the famous Watcher retreat that I remembered he wasn't invited to on the show.
One of the three was bound to stick.
Good.
I didn't want to deal with the famous Ripper.
It cost a considerable amount of time, leaving me very little to focus on. I went back to my room - though not before forcing myself to pick some breakfast.
I would need the fuel once I was woken up by Buffy's promised arrival.
Buffy couldn't help but feel excited even as she used the key to open the door to the motel, enthusiastic about her incredible plan.
Admittedly, she felt a little naked despite the coat, the stuff she had underneath was enough to ruin her already sketchy reputation in the town in a whole different way. Yet, she wore it, determined to surprise him in a very fun way.
But, when she opened the door, she met with a nasty surprise.
She was late.
She stepped inside, closing the door silently, catching William's gaze, ready to lash out. Then, he mouthed her something silently, smiling. She realized he was thanking her for the way she woke him up…
The supposed method she had used… Willow, who was too far gone in the pleasure to notice the door opened as she rode him in a cowgirl position, riding him desperately to make her cum, squealing like a whore. It was bad enough that Willow didn't ask her first.
But the real problem was Willow's outfit. She was wearing a simple white shirt that was fully open, revealing her tits, and underneath, she had a normal-length skirt with a very distinctive catholic schoolgirl pattern that was rolled up due to the position to show her naked ass, complete with the white knee-high socks.
It made Buffy angry… because it was the exact outfit she had been wearing.
What an annoying coincidence.
Buffy froze for a moment as she watched Willow climbing toward another climax, trying to stay angry, but it was very hard. She had very pointedly promised a surprise wake-up to William… and considering everything they had done, it was very reasonable for him to assume Willow was the one.
Willow was a different story. That, Buffy felt she could get angry with Willow, but even that felt a bit excessive. Buffy was aware that Willow had some boundary issues already - just because she was her best friend didn't mean Buffy was unaware of her faults - and with that in mind, it wasn't exactly an absurd move for her.
Especially after Buffy realized that they had two orgies in less than forty-eight hours… and that didn't include her extended voyeur fun in this same room.
Yeah, she certainly didn't have any point to argue against until she could have a talk with her about healthy boundaries.
Buffy walked toward them, amused that Willow was still too lost in her pleasure to notice her approach, moaning throatily, sounding like a mess.
A sexy mess, if she was being honest. Willow pulled the innocent schoolgirl perfectly even with the tiny skirt.
Luckily, while Willow could pull the innocent catholic schoolgirl trick much better, Buffy had her own advantages… advantages that could be useful with Willow in the room. She pulled off her coat and threw it to the side, revealing her own outfit, which was similar to Willow's… but also different.
Willow wore a perfectly normal outfit, while her outfit was the late-night erotic movie version of it. The shirt was tied up to look like a bra, the real one was certainly absent. She wore panties, which was a detail that was instantly visible due to the tiny nature of her skirt - more of a belt, really.
Then, there were the fishnets that replaced Willow's knee-length socks. She looked like an erotic version of a rebellious cheerleader while Willow was the good girl… well, considering the moans she was letting out repeatedly, again, an erotic movie version of it.
Willow only realized she wasn't alone when she heard her coat hitting the floor. She turned panicked, afraid of a potential attack, but when she noticed who was her visitor, her expression turned from one type of fear to another.
"B-Buffy -" she said, no doubt about to apologize, but the moan that hit her prevented that. Which was good, as Buffy didn't want to explain to William that she wasn't the one who arranged it.
She promised him a surprise, and the two sexy schoolgirls in different flavors were certainly better than one. "I'm sorry, professor. I came here to see if you can handle my detention early, but I see that you have another student with you. Should I come later?"
"Nonsense, Miss Summer. Please come here. We can always combine the detentions. Assuming it's alright with my student, of course."
Buffy chuckled as she climbed to the bed, moved right behind Willow, and cupped her breasts. "Tell me, nerd," she said as she twisted her nipples. "Is it alright for me to join the detention?"
Chapter 35
Willow knew she fucked up when she turned, only to see Buffy in the room, showing that Willow had failed to time her surprise visit.
For once, she wanted to play hooky - well, she had already completed and delivered the assignments necessary along with a doctor's note, making sure it didn't count against her perfect record, but it counted.
However, hearing Buffy's sharp yet seductive voice, she knew she might have made a mistake not asking for her permission. She wanted to open her mouth and argue that it shouldn't be a problem after everything. She opened her mouth successfully…
But the second part hit a snag. Having Buffy right behind her, cupping her breasts and twisting her nipples, it was very hard to form any kind of coherent words… and the constant drilling of William hardly helped.
"See, professor. She's very happy about sharing the detention," Buffy said, twisting her nipple once more… and Willow just moaned again, Buffy's touch as good as William's.
Well, almost. William knew exactly how much to push, but that was not a detail she was about to get hung up, not when she was busy cumming explosively. She felt herself tighten around William, not for the first time since her arrival.
And he filled her insides in return.
Willow lost herself in the pleasure as he pushed her on the bed, and she ended up on her back. "Since you're willing to join the class, go and help her clean up the mess," William ordered, and despite her trembling body, Willow felt her excitement spiking.
"As you wish, professor," Buffy said. "But, first, let's make sure she can't make any noise," she said. "I can't listen to her nerd nonsense." Willow felt Buffy's gaze sharpening in that, suggesting that she didn't entirely appreciate Willow coming for a visit without her permission, and it was a punishment.
However, as Willow watched Buffy slowly roll down her panties to bare her shaved pussy to her gaze it didn't feel like punishment. Especially not when Buffy stuffed her mouth with the panties she just removed, still wet with her arousal.
No, that was no punishment. Then, Buffy took the position between her legs, her tongue dancing… dragging the moment the furthest away from a punishment that was humanly possible.
Willow closed her eyes, enjoying Buffy's invading tongue fully, each second adding to her pleasure, only getting more intense as Buffy's tongue aggressively invaded her, almost like thrusting forward to take William's seed.
Then, she stopped. Willow was about to open her eyes to see, but the single strangled moan that Buffy let out… which was getting surprisingly familiar, removed that need. After several times they shared, Willow was rather familiar with Buffy's just-got-penetrated-aggressively sound.
It was immediately followed by the clapping of their hips - far harder than what Willow received, or even could handle - confirming Willow's guess. She leaned back, enjoying the invasion while doing her best to stay conscious.
That part was a bit shameful. Unable to resist the pleasure and excitement, she was only able to resist one round while watching Cordelia and Buffy. Even now, her eyelids were feeling heavy, tempting to surrender right after her climax.
She bit her lips, trying to ignore that temptation even as the pleasure radiated across her body, but she failed. Especially since Buffy was doing her best to continue teasing her for a quick second. "Buffy, please, a second," Willow begged after spitting out her gag.
"Come on, red. Are you saying a nerd like you can't handle it until the end of the detention," Buffy said. Her voice was playful, but sharp. For that moment, Buffy reminded Willow of Cordelia… the way she was before they became friends, teasing yet biting.
Maybe she had angered Buffy more than she had expected by visiting William without her permission.
Willow blushed even as Buffy's tongue danced against her core, wondering whether she should tell Buffy that her punishment wasn't as discouraging as she might think. But, she knew that she couldn't last until the end.
But, just as she was about to fall unconscious, the doorbell rang, and Buffy pulled back. "Waiting for someone else?" Buffy said.
"Not to my knowledge-" William answered, only to be interrupted by the door opening. Willow opened her eyes panicked to see who entered the room, afraid of getting caught naked - well, not exactly naked, technically, but with her skirt bunched around her waist and her shirt wide open, it hardly mattered.
She would have pulled the covers on, but her arms didn't move.
She was about to let out a yelp of panic when the door opened fully, revealing Cordelia.
Who wore a very distinctive trenchcoat. Even in her dazed mind, Willow understood that she had something interesting underneath. Then, Willow noticed another detail. Cordelia was wearing glasses.
"Huh, Buffy, I didn't know you would have been here as well," Cordelia commented.
"Sorry that I'm with my boyfriend," Buffy said bitingly, while William stayed silent, watching the show with a smile on his face. "It seems that we need to talk some ground rules."
"Why? He is very comfortable handling us three of us at once," Cordelia said. Buffy said nothing, just growled angrily.
Or, at least, trying to look angry, Willow corrected. She was familiar enough with her attitude to see what was true and what was just there to look intimidating.
"Calm down, just joking," Cordelia said, letting out a relaxed chuckle as she answered to show Willow wasn't the only one who could read Buffy well. Willow used to admit that even to herself, but Cordelia could be really smart and observant… she just loved to use her powers for the dark side.
Or, more accurately, bitch side.
"And, why are you here?" Buffy asked.
"Well, I got worried that was not in class, so I went to check on her, only to see her leaving her house dressed as a cute schoolgirl, so I decided to join the costume fun. I just didn't expect it to be a double act," she added, then paused, examining Buffy. "Nice fishnets. You have legs for it."
"Don't tell me you're dressed as another schoolgirl," Buffy commented.
"Not exactly," Cordelia said, and removed her trench coat, making Willow gasp in shock… and something more.
Much more.
The moment she had seen the rest of her outfit - a pencil shirt that was short enough to show she had been wearing a black garter belt underneath, and a white blouse with a cleavage deep enough to reveal half of her lacy bra - Willow understood why she was wearing glasses.
"Y-you're dressed as a teacher," Willow gasped, her wetness suddenly going out of control while her breathing quickened.
"A strict one," Cordelia answered as she reached and grabbed a wooden ruler from the pocket of her trench coat, the way she bent over riding her skirt up, giving a more complete view of her garter belt… along with her lack of panties.
Willow was ready to bet everything that the glimpse was not accidental.
Buffy said nothing at the display, her expression showing a resigned acceptance of Cordelia's inclusion. William leaned forward and whispered something to Buffy's ear. Willow wished she could have heard it because Buffy's expression turned from resigned to excited as she nodded in assent.
"Excellent," William said as C0rdelia took a step forward. "You're just in time, Professor Chase. I'm having trouble keeping these two sluts under control."
"They do that sometimes," Cordelia answered, her wooden ruler hitting Buffy's ass at that moment, making her moan. "It's students for you, getting out of control the moment they think they can get away with something. The only way to keep them under control is to press them down with a firm hand."
Then, her hand landed on the small of Buffy's back, pushing her down to make sure she wasn't talking hypothetically. Her ruler landed on Buffy's ass again. Then again.
It was ridiculous that Buffy didn't raise any protest, just let out occasional strangled moans. Willow pulled back slightly, using the opportunity to catch her breath to make sure she stayed conscious. The sight of Cordelia, dressed as a sexy teacher, complete with fake glasses, spanking Buffy who wore an erotic schoolgirl outfit…
It was a scene that already surpassed every single wet dream that she ever had, triggering a stupid number of her personal kinks in the process even without factoring in William.
Who stood behind them, and watched the show without a stitch on his body to hide his incredibly well-defined muscles, enough to drive a girl crazy even without factoring in the monster that was glistening with a mixture of her and Buffy's juices.
If this was a dream - which, unfortunately not impossible considering they were in Sunnydale - Willow didn't want to wake up.
Chapter 36
Cordelia couldn't help but smirk as she spanked Willow with her wooden ruler, happy with her choice of outfit. She had been split between dressing as a cheerleader and a teacher, but in the end, she chose to be the teacher… and Buffy's unexpected inclusion, paid out.
Of course, someone else might ask her why she even followed Willow in the first place considering it was supposed to be just a one-time thing to make sure Xander was punished for his cheating and nothing more…
The answer was simple. She felt lonely.
Starting to date Xander had been a strong commitment in terms of her social status, immediately removing her from the previous circle of friends. It wasn't that she missed them - seeing the existence of the supernatural reduced the achievement she enjoyed from the other stuff - but that didn't mean she enjoyed sudden solitude.
With Xander and Oz - thankfully - gone and Buff still away from the school, Cordelia had to face the sad truth that Willow was her only friend… no matter how annoying she could occasionally be, so when Cordelia realized Willow would skip the school, she decided to do the same.
"Now, don't forget to truly punish Willow. She skipped the school," William said as he hugged her from behind, making Cordelia glad for her unique outfit.
"Thanks, fellow professor," Cordelia moaned mockingly. "But don't worry, I know exactly how to keep these two sluts in line."
"I hope so," he answered with a chuckle as he tightened his hold, but then, continued with a serious tone, still a whisper. "Because I'm really worried about Willow. I don't like the way she talks about the magic, treating it as a toy."
Suddenly, Cordelia's eyes widened. She didn't expect him to talk seriously, not in the middle of the orgy. She looked at him questioningly even as she spanked Willow again, aware that Buffy was listening despite the softness of the whisper.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he whispered. "She's looking for any excuse to use her magic, including sending a few silly revenge photos where there are other alternatives in place. Magic is supposed to be dangerous. She shouldn't be doing things like that."
"A-and, what does it have with me-" Cordelia started, which was all she was able to say as he pushed, his cock invading her aggressively like they weren't talking about a very important topic.
She looked at Willow, afraid she noticed what was going on, but luckily, Buffy was already fingering her to keep her distracted. Though, when Cordelia caught her gaze, she just nodded, showing that she shared William's conclusion.
"It has to do something very important with you. You need to start dating Willow. She needs a very strong hand that could control her, and I can't think of someone better than the Queen herself."
"B-but," Cordelia stammered as he pushed deeper, a loud moan leaving her throat to interrupt her. "But, she's a nerd," Cordelia complained, doing her best to keep her voice down.
Well, she was also a she, which Cordelia expected to be the more repulsive part, but to her surprise, it was not. Maybe it should, considering just how much she was enjoying William's dick as he filled her to the brim… but she found herself strangely unbothered about that.
She doubted any man that could find could rival William - and she wasn't stupid enough to steal the man of the Slayer - certainly not the high school bunch. And, if she had to be honest, Willow wasn't half-bad with her tongue.
There was still space for improvement, of course, but if there was one thing one could expect Willow to do, it was to study and practice obsessively to perfect her abilities. Add in all the toys they could mix…
"I will think about it," Cordelia admitted.
"Excellent, Professor Chase," he said with a chuckle, while Buffy smiled, amused. Willow just moaned as Buffy fingered her, unaware that she had been just the subject of a very unusual matchmaking attempt.
Cordelia watched Willow moan due to Buffy's finger as William filled her to the brim in turn. Not exactly the best way to see her potential future girlfriend… but not the worst way either.
Her silent acceptance seemed to resolve William's concerns as he picked up speed, forcing a moan of her that was loud enough to bring out the neighborhood if they weren't already in a motel that was used to such things.
His presence stretched her to the limit as he drilled her. She tried to resist the pleasure, trying to win, but it didn't take long for William to start rocking her world by varying his thrusts and pushing, always hitting a different part of her core.
"It's not easy to handle him, is it, professor?" Buffy said mockingly.
"No - no backtalking," Cordelia responded, along with her ruler landing on her. Harder than she intended, mostly due to an unexpected pinch from William. Cordelia looked at Buffy, concerned… only to be met with an amused smirk.
Cordelia felt her shame adding a bit of extra hue to her already intense blush. It was her fault to think that she could actually hurt Buffy.
"It's good to see our students acting obediently, doesn't it," he said as he tightened his hold, and suddenly, Cordelia found herself floating, still skewered. William might not be supernaturally strong, but he was still strong enough to lift her up easily.
"Y-you get satisfied too easily, p-professor," Cordelia answered, doing her best to maintain the play, but it was getting harder and harder as William used the new angle to drill even deeper into her.
"Well, we can always punish them more intensely. Miss Summers, please help your friend to apologize to Professor Chase appropriately," he ordered.
"As you wish, Professor," Buffy answered, her smile widening as she easily lifted Willow, turning her until she knelt on the ground while Buffy actively forced her arms behind her back. "Now, lick her, nerd. Show that you deserve her forgiveness for skipping the class."
"Y-yes, Buffy," Willow moaned desperately as she leaned forward, assaulting Cordelia's clit with a shocking passion, confirming that Cordelia's earlier doubts were pretty much accurate.
Cordelia might have mocked Willow about that… but as she was attacked from both sides, she was not able to do anything but gurgle and moan as she lost any semblance of control. As if the way he repeatedly pushed inside her wasn't enough, William leaned to her neck, licking and sucking to drive her even crazier.
She gasped as his cock drove even deeper, yet his lips somehow competed with the way providing her with pleasure.
"Try to lick harder, nerd. You don't want to be ignored," Buffy teased as she spanked Willow, making her tongue pick speed. Cordelia had to admit, even with that speed, she couldn't rival William, but that was still leagues better than anything she received from her other experiences.
So, she just moaned as she shuddered, doing her best to ignore just how perverse the situation she found herself in, having a foursome in a motel. A view enough to give her father heartache, though Cordelia wasn't sure whether her debauchery would do him… or the fact that she was doing it in a low-class motel.
She suspected that it was the latter, which was a deep realization that might have been annoying, but being impaled by a big fat cock while being licked by a shockingly enthusiastic nerdy redhead worked wonders to dispel any anger she might feel.
Drowning it in a sea of pleasure.
"Do you want me to cum in you so Willow could clean it up," William asked loudly.
"Yes," the answer came… but it wasn't Cordelia that answered. It was Willow, showing that even a passionate sexual encounter wasn't enough to cure her habit of blurting things out.
Cordelia appreciated her enthusiasm. Cordelia would love to have someone who was this enthusiastic about her… even if it was more about her body than anything else.
And, if that might actually help save the world, even better, Cordelia thought… which was the last thing she was able to think for a while as the orgasm hit her hard enough to blank her for a moment.
When she recovered, she was on the bed, her legs parted apart while Willow licked her repeatedly. At a distance, Buffy was pressed against a wall, not even her feet touching the ground as William railed her again and again.
Cordelia lowered her gaze, meeting Willow's eyes, who had been watching her mostly naked body with a worshipful expression… one that melted into shyness the moment that she was caught.
She decided she could work with that. Certainly could… Though, she would probably talk with Willow to make sure just because they were dating didn't mean she couldn't join Buffy and William occasionally…
Though, from the way Willow tensed with desire whenever Buffy moaned, Cordelia didn't think it would be a hard sale.
Chapter 37
"Start squirming. You need to wear your outfit with confidence," Cordelia ordered as she watched her girlfriend, the thought still weird as they walked. She hadn't thought herself of getting a girlfriend, and the way she had been convinced to it had been rather interesting…
Still, as she looked at the redhead next to her, wearing a miniskirt and a low-cut top - both just revealing enough to be stylish without reaching to the point of being slutty - and decided that it was not a bad idea.
Willow was surprisingly beautiful once she was dressed properly, and Cordelia couldn't help but feel a thrill as she noticed a lot of gazes pining after her, understanding the desire of the guys to show their girlfriend off to the others.
Of course, Cordelia no intention of sharing Willow… well, at least not with the losers that filled the corridors.
"I feel… exposed," Willow murmured. "I feel like a slut.
"Don't worry, girlfriend. You just look classy," Cordelia said with a chuckle as she leaned and kissed her cheek, keeping her arm around her waist just to make a point, enjoying the way the people's eyes widened at the shocking reveal.
Cordelia had no doubt that it would have earned a lot of leers and insult if someone else tried to do that, but there were perks to being Buffy's friend. The tendency of the people to ignore everything supernatural didn't extend to Buffy once she had beaten up several football players for trying to harass Willow.
Cordelia had absolutely no problem using that violent advantage to her benefit.
"Y-yes, girlfriend," Willow said, with a shockingly adorable blush. Well, the blush itself was quintessential Willow that Cordelia knew for all her life… except revelations of the last two days,
It was hard to imagine that the shy redhead was the same person that had been dressed as a catholic schoolgirl and visited a motel for an orgy… one that Cordelia joined herself.
Giving her more pleasure than she had ever tasted in her life.
"Maybe I should-" Willow started, and Cordelia squeezed her hand slightly. Not enough to hurt, just enough to make a point, and Willow felt silent.
"We talked about it, sweetie. You're going to dress properly when you're with me. We are the first lesbian couple of our school. We have to be good models." Cordelia shivered. "I don't want the next brave couple to think flannels and ripped jeans are the height of fashion."
Willow blushed, but said nothing else.
Of course, while she believed her point about the fashion, ultimately, it was just an excuse. Cordelia decided to take William's warning about Willow's magic seriously. Buffy clearly told him some tales about the town if it was his first response… and she remembered several traumatizing events by rogue mages.
Combine it with Willow's obsession with perfection and her stubbornness, she represented a danger.
Cordelia was willing to treat her with a heavy hand to make sure she didn't get ideas… One that was not a problem considering how much Willow clearly liked being a submissive.
"Now, do you have a class?" Cordelia asked.
"No, I was planning on visiting the library," Willow answered. "I have the key that Giles left, and I want to make sure there's no books left lying around."
Cordelia grabbed her chin and caught her gaze. "You're not going to study magic, are you?" Cordelia warned.
"N-no, of course not," Willow said, the thinness of her voice marking as a lie.
"Good," Cordelia said, acting like she believed it, despite knowing exactly what Willow would be doing. She decided to skip the class and catch her in the act instead, making the punishment more effective.
She leaned for a quick kiss, enjoying her flustered expression and the way people around them reacted. Then, she turned and started walking away, swaying her hips… checking Willow's expression from a nearby mirror to see if she was watching her hips.
She did. Good girl. Maybe she would reduce her punishment by one spank…
Cordelia visited the bathroom instead, reapplying her makeup, partially to kill some time and give Willow just enough rope to tie herself, partially to look more intimidating.
She needed to look the part if she was going to be a proper dom, strong enough to keep a hyperactive witch in line.
"Excellent," she murmured ten minutes later, enjoying her new look. With her lipstick replaced with a darker shade, adding in some shaders… and soon, she was ready.
However, when she arrived at the library, she found it empty, Giles' absence noticeable. However, Willow was nowhere to be seen, which was a problem.
Then, a soft whimper reached to her ear from the back of the library. Willow.
It was daytime, meaning there was low chance for a supernatural threat, but Cordelia still reached her bag and pulled a stake - an accessory she never went out.
A frown appeared on her face as she took a step forward, careful not to make any noise as she was ready to intervene, aware that, if that was a supernatural threat, the only chance she had was to ambush it before it could react… cursing the fact that Buffy was yet to return.
However, as she approached, she found an angle she could see what was going on from the gaps between books. First, she saw Willow, with a belt wrapped around her neck, her expression slack, scaring Cordelia about what was happening.
She knelt, doing her best to stay hidden, ready to attack… when she heard a familiar voice. "You're so fucking tight, Willow. It's like your body knows you deserve being punished."
William, Cordelia realized as she let the stake go, taking a deep breath to suppress her crazed heartbeat, waiting for the adrenaline to recede a bit before she walked toward them. Once she reached their row, she got a better view of what was going on. Willow's shirt had been rolled up, showing her breasts, while her panties were around her knees, bent over as William took her from behind.
"Hey, Cordelia. Is this naughty stray belongs to you," William said even as he tightened his belt around Willow's neck, once again scaring Cordelia momentarily as Willow's expression shifted. A second later, she realized it was not panic but shame.
"Yes, William. And didn't anyone tell you that playing with other people's pets is wrong," Cordelia said, doing her best to smirk confidently to hide how scared she had been earlier. Cordelia always felt pride about her sense of control, and she wasn't willing to reveal how close she had been to attack William.
"Well, you should have trained your pet better, then. I caught her trying to cast a spell in the library. And, from everything Buffy told me, using magic trivially was a bad idea."
"Oh, did she now?" Cordelia said, this time not faking her dark smirk, happy that she had went the trouble of changing her makeup. She expected Willow to do that, but getting caught by William implied that Cordelia was not up to task he trusted her.
And, she didn't want to disappoint William. Willow was nice, but she wasn't ready to give up the explosive orgasms granted by William's monster.
From the looks of it, neither was Willow.
Cordelia walked closer, amused by the way Willow avoided her gaze with guilt. Cordelia took his belt - and he winked her as he passed control, still continuing to pump into Willow. "Now, Willow! Answer the question," she ordered as she loosened the belt, doing her best to sound domineering.
"I…" Willow murmured, but her words were interrupted by a moan while her body visibly clenched, showing that she was getting closer to an orgasm. Cordelia squeezed the belt in warning. "I just wanted to put a spell to make people not to pay attention to me too much," Willow admitted. 'I was ashamed."
"Tough cookie," Cordelia answered as she tightened the belt once more, even slapped her ass, doing her best to stay domineering rather than slipping into sarcasm. Which was hard, especially considering she clearly had no problems being fucked in the library but had problems wearing some stylish clothing that wasn't even particularly revealing.
No, it was another evidence of her enthusiasm about magic… showing that, if anything, William was conservative in his concerns. Willow really needed a strong hand to guide her.
"But -" Willow started, but Cordelia interrupted her with a spank.
"No buts. It's an absurd excuse, you just wanted an excuse to cast a spell despite every single thing that happened last two years showing what a shit idea it is. You deserve to be punished."
"Okay," Willow accepted quickly, showing that this brand of punishment wasn't working particularly well. Luckily, Cordelia had a better idea. She loosened the belt around her neck and used it to tie her hands behind her back, William holding her in balance. Willow clenched once again, showing she was close to climaxing.
Close, but not there yet, which worked perfectly for her punishment. Cordelia pushed William back - gently, but he clearly understood the message - which meant the aggressive pounding she was receiving stopped. "W-what," Willow muttered as she tried to turn, but Cordelia pushed her on her knees, keeping her still looking toward the other side.
"That's the punishment, Willow. No climax for you…"
Chapter 38
Willow couldn't help but whimper as her punishment was announced, which might be the cruelest experience of her life - a position of intense competition. No climax, just when she was about to reach it.
Her new girlfriend was a meanie. What would it matter if she cast a simple spell to make her life easier? She was an excellent witch.
Well, not exactly excellent, maybe, but still good.
"You're not even sorry, are you," Cordelia whispered into her ear. Willow whimpered, hoping that her pleasure soon recedes rather than staying at the edge.
"Of course, I'm sorry h-honey-" Willow whimpered, trying to earn forgiveness so that she could get free and continue being pounded by William. Unfortunately, Cordelia interrupted her by twisting her nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through her body to push her back to the edge.
But not over it.
"Don't call me honey while being punished. Call me mistress!" Cordelia ordered.
Willow shivered once again. "Y-yes, mistress," she muttered, something shifting in her as she muttered those words. She felt her body clench, desperately hoping for an orgasm that was yet to arrive.
"Better. Of course, there's still your broken promises. Didn't you agree to no unsupervised magic," Cordelia whispered, her voice husky and threatening at the same time. However, even worse than her words was the whisper of fabric being moved, one that gave Willow a very good idea of what was happening behind her.
She tried to turn to see the sight of her brand-new girlfriend before she got penetrated, but that failed as Willow felt Cordelia's hands on her head, forcing her to look the other way. "No, reward for you. The reward is for the good girls," Cordelia whispered.
Willow whimpered.
"I… I'm sorry, Cordelia. I was just -" Willow tried to say, interrupted by another whimper, this time coming from Cordelia. The sound was familiar, as Willow had heard that particular sound many times, desire mixing with shock as William entered Cordelia's wetness.
From the intensity of her whimper, William wasn't particularly gentle either, which only made Willow's arousal more intense… but with arms pinned behind her, she had no hope of solving it.
"Please," she begged again as Cordelia's fingers caressed her neck, tracing the marks left by the belt gently, keeping her at the edge easily when combined with the sounds coming from behind her; a dangerous mixture of moans and flesh hitting flesh.
Cordelia ignored her begging, which didn't surprise Willow.
At least, this time, it wasn't an insult that left her feeling inferior, but an incredibly erotic moment. She found herself clenching as she listened to Cordelia being fucked from behind, the way she held her shoulder transferring every hit.
"You're so fucking tight, Cordelia. Your pussy is amazing," William commented while Cordelia moaned, leaving her to tremble desperately. She wanted to open her mouth and explain exactly what they were doing to her, but she didn't feel like it would stop them.
Not while she was being punished.
For a little spell. Like it did matter.
"C-come on, Cordelia. Maybe you should wrap that belt around my throat once more. You know, to punish me," Willow begged, hoping to change the punishment at least. She liked William's version much more.
"Oh, really," Cordelia said between her deep and passionate gasps and twisted her nipple once again. Willow hoped that, in her passion, she would push too much, allowing her to climax… but even as she worked hard to attain her own, it seemed that Cordelia was aware of exactly what was going on.
Willow bit her lips as she realized she would need to resist until they finished and let her go… which, hopefully, would happen sooner than she hoped. Maybe they would be afraid of someone catching them between the classes…
No, they wouldn't be, Willow corrected her own thoughts as she listened to Cordelia's moans. If there was one thing Cordelia was excellent at, it was her stubborn determination. It had been hard when they were enemies… and it didn't get any easier now that they were friends.
She limited herself to listening to her moans rather than speaking. At this point, she recognized that, the more she begged, the more determined Cordelia would get in her aim to punish her. The best she could hope was to feign disinterest so Cordelia started playing with her to keep her on the edge… and accidentally pushed her to the other side.
But, when Cordelia caressed her breasts, Willow was unable to keep a whimper back. "Nice try," Cordelia said between moans, showing she was able to read her easily. That frustrated Willow.
But excited as well.
The fact that Cordelia could read her easily should have scared her, but it wasn't the case. It was exciting instead, because Willow always had trouble admitting what she wanted… often even to herself. Just like her desire to potentially have a girlfriend.
The idea of having a partner who could see what she wanted at a glance was strangely empowering. It meant that she didn't have to struggle to hide herself… just trust her. And, despite all their enmity, if there was one thing Willow trusted Cordelia, it was that she never surrendered anything that was hers without a fight.
And, Willow was hers.
Well, except maybe when William decided to borrow her, she guessed.
Cordelia's fingers clasped around her nipples, and Willow whimpered helplessly, the climax just out of her reach even as Cordelia clearly had hers. An explosive one, given to William's impossible girth that Willow missed in her already.
Willow hoped that it would mark an end to her punishment, especially when WIlliam's hands clamped around her shoulders and twisted her, and she found herself watching them. That hope died when Cordelia leaned forward almost listlessly, balancing herself by holding to her shoulders.
"P-please," Willow begged, her voice desperate. Listening to their fucking while she was deprived of fun had been hard enough, but watching the way Cordelia's tits dangle, begging for her lips while she was being fucked from behind like a whore made it far more difficult.
She wanted to be the to shamelessly cum around his shaft while Cordelia licked… or at least, wanted to lick her while she climaxed. Yet, the only thing she received was a mocking glare from Cordelia.
"Maybe I should just tie you and leave you here until the end of the day. It might teach you a lesson," Cordelia said. Well, it was what she said without all the interrupting moans, but that didn't make Willow assume that she was bluffing. No, despite her gasps, Willow knew Cordelia was serious.
"P-please no," she begged, shuddering helplessly.
"Very good," Cordelia said. "But forgiveness won't come this easily the next time I catch you casting magic without permission."
Willow shuddered, but before she could answer, she felt Cordelia's lips over hers, kissing her aggressively, her tongue in her mouth. Willow shuddered, enjoying the softness of her lips and the aggressiveness of her tongue, the contrast perfectly describing Cordelia.
Willow shuddered as William suddenly grunted, too familiar with the voice to miss the fact that he had just filled her girlfriend with his cum. But, she knew that it was not the end… not even close.
"Clean-up time," Cordelia said as she pulled back from the kiss and sat on the floor, her legs parted, only to pull Willow between her legs. "Lick!" she ordered.
Willow licked, ignoring the distraction from William's footsteps. It wasn't like she could do anything with her hands still tied behind her back… and, admittedly, even if she could, she didn't want to.
She would much prefer William to finish what he started while she attended to her girlfriend properly.
Moments later, she found herself being filled by his hard cock once again. If it wasn't for Cordelia's hands, keeping her pinned in place, she might have risen to moan, but with her wet lips in front of her, the temptation to continue was too strong.
Until William picked up speed, drilling into her mercilessly until she felt like the world suddenly shifted, climaxing explosively.
"Hope you don't mind, sweetie," William said. "Buffy must have been finishing with her meeting, and I want to talk with her before she could leave the meeting."
Willow shuddered, unable to answer. Firstly, because he continued to impale his cock deep inside of her aggressively, the pleasure enough to steal her words. And, even if she could have by a miracle, Cordelia's grip was there to cut any chance of achieving so.
She abandoned herself to the pleasure, the aftermath of her orgasm mixing with the pleasure of the upcoming one, showing her that.
Not all punishments were bad.
Chapter 39
"… I can't believe that you have just won the big prize, and enough to buy a house," Buffy murmured even as she followed William through an empty house.
"And I can't believe just how cheap an actual house is here," William answered. "Twenty thousand wouldn't buy an apartment anywhere else, and here, we can buy a house, and still have some extra."
"A ruined house," Buffy commented as she looked at the broken windows and damaged floors. She could already see several signs of vampire attacks. "It's going to take a lot of work to repair," she commented.
"At least vampires can't enter," he said. Buffy nodded. It was a good point. "Also, it's lucky that I have a super strong girlfriend to help me," he said as he suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her for a kiss, leaving her blushing.
"I should have known you were just after the free labor," Buffy answered, trying to hide her blush. She had to admit, there were a lot of things she really liked in William. He was handsome, and he was good at sex… he didn't run away in a panic once he realized the town was filled with monsters.
But what was becoming her favorite thing was just how easily he accepted her superior strength without turning it into a problem. Buffy was observant enough to know that anyone who realized the extent of her strength had reacted in two manners. They either tried to prove that they were stronger and more capable than her, throwing themselves in unnecessary danger while they tried to prove a point.
Or, they pulled back, leaving all the fighting to her. To be honest, she preferred the second option, as that way, at least they stayed alive.
William was different. He accepted that, no matter how skilled he might be in combat, he couldn't match her abilities, but rather than trying to prove a point by risking his life, or abandoning her and using her as a meat shield, he asked her to train him.
She had expected it to be a momentary fancy, one that would fade away once he had realized the gap was impossible to cover… but he continued. And, to her surprise, he was getting quite good at dealing with threats stronger than him.
Not enough to patrol Sunnydale alone, but enough that she could actually trust him to watch her back.
Especially since he actually listened when she asked him to pull back.
"Well, not exactly free labor," he said. "We still have some spare money from our reward."
"I don't need your money, William," Buffy said.
"Even if we use it for a shopping trip," he murmured, his voice throaty enough to suggest the contents of such a trip.
"That might be more - acceptable," Buffy said, ready to speak more, but then he had to slip his hands under her skirt and push her panties down. Then, his stupidly large cock - not that she was complaining - invaded her once more, stealing her words while she found herself pressing against the kitchen counter.
"We were supposed to be training," Buffy managed to say once he pulled back, changing position. "I'm to start school tomorrow. Today is the last day we have to train uninterrupted."
"Later…" William growled as he flipped her, and she found herself on the floor, which was damaged, but at least clean, so Buffy didn't protest beyond a single disapproving gasp.
Buffy had to admit, that she was a little sorry that the school was starting. As much as she wanted to return, spending the day with William was fun. With vampires and other supernatural elements active, she could never truly abandon herself to pleasure during the night.
She shuffled a bit to allow him better access. "Harder," she moaned, shivering in the process.
After all, they could always train once they were both properly satiated, right?
"Inside, cum inside me," Buffy moaned, the darkening sky the only indicator of just how badly she had lost track of time. She had been planning to focus on his training once they had finished, and they did so… once again falling into an excellent rhythm while he learned rapidly.
She was exhausted after that training, but when he offered to christen every room of his new house, Buffy found out that the offer was difficult to reject.
Several hours passed since then, but they had fucked all over the house, which she counted as a victory. A beautiful victory, even if it meant she had spent most of the day in a naughty embrace. It was a unique experience, throwing herself to carnal pleasures so intensely.
But, she had to admit. It did feel nice to ignore everything and just focus on her pleasure, even for a few mere hours. Though, William's incredible skills helped as well, turning the sex into an amazing activity.
Even when he made a point of defiling her best friend repeatedly as well. Willow was… a complicated subject, but Buffy couldn't complain. The fact that Willow was enthusiastically dating Cordelia showed she didn't know her best friend as much as she would have liked.
Willow's bisexuality would have been a true surprise… but after their shared encounters, Buffy had already developed a suspicion, so it wasn't a surprise.
The more annoying fact was that she had been dating with Cordelia, whom she shared a fraught rivalry. But, considering just how enthusiastic she was by the idea of dating her, Buffy realized that their enmity, at least on one level, had been driven by that attraction in the first place.
"Focus," William suddenly spoke, highlighting his order with a spank on her ass, making her shiver.
"Sorry, honey," Buffy answered. She couldn't exactly blame him for the spank, considering she was currently busy riding his cock, but slowed down due to her wandering mind.
"It's the last room. We still need to get ready. We promised the girls to be at Bronze."
"Yes, we need to chaperone them, to make sure they don't do anything naughty-" Buffy started, only to gasp as he twisted her nipple. While she moaned, he stood up, lifting her easily, which surprised her every time he did so.
For all her strength, she didn't weigh much, and he was easily able to lift her whenever he wanted. Often, it was not a problem, but this time, it felt different. "You need to be punished," he said, and Buffy just smiled… until she realized their destination.
They were going for the balcony.
"Someone will see us," she gasped in panic, her legs tightening around him.
"You should have thought about it before talking back," he said, his voice sharp, yet amused at the same time. The reason for his amusement only clicked when she felt the wind on her skin. She could have easily freed herself from his grip, but for some reason, it didn't occur to her.
Yet, once she found herself on the balcony, being fucked recklessly, to be seen by any passerby that decided to look up, she found herself reluctant to do so. The pleasure that invaded her body was too intense to be stopped.
The fear, the kind that she couldn't punch away, made the moment even more thrilling.
"Try to keep your voice down if you don't want to get caught," he whispered, and she just whimpered in response. Imagining the eyes of strangers on her body was not a good feeling, but the fear it awakened was a completely different thing.
A type of thrill that she wasn't used to.
"Oh, I… I will," she whispered. Or, she tried to, but a moan still escaped her mouth. He laughed in amusement even as he groped her ass.
"How about now," he asked even as she tensed, making her shiver and stiffen. She wanted to be angry, but the pleasure was too spectacular to be interrupted - and the sooner they finished, the more unlikely for her to get caught.
So, she just bit her lips to keep her whimpering down, surrendering herself to pleasure, and enjoying the invasion at the same time.
It was a spectacular moment, one that made her shudder intensely as he cum inside her once more, filling her belly with his warmth. She bit her lips desperately, trying to contain her voice. But it was a close call. As the pleasure invaded her, she almost forgot where she was and started to moan, which would have brought the attention of the neighborhood.
Close call, she thought as she desperately bit his shoulder, turning her moans into desperate growls while he gasped. Yet, what followed was a deep growl. "Oh, sweetie, you're lucky I don't like to be late, or I would have punished you immediately," he whispered as he brought her back inside. "But, now, it has to wait for our return."
"B-big talk," Buffy whispered, more than happy to enflame his passion further. After a night of clubbing - maybe mixed with some slaying - she would be the one to collect the reward.
Hopefully, without no extra guests this time. She loved Willow, and Cordelia was surprisingly fun, but she wanted her boyfriend for herself.
She was the only Slayer. She deserved some happiness.
Chapter 40
Buffy was not the only Slayer, as she learned just minutes ago, when she went to save a poor brunette from a vampire, only for her to take the vampire down aggressively before introducing herself.
Faith.
And, now she was sitting across her, with a smug smile on her face while Buffy's friends quipped with her like they had been friends all along. Even William answered her questions in a friendly manner… but at least, he didn't just start volunteering stories like the others.
"… and that was how we learned never to trust a new transfer," Willow finished a story.
"Wow, amazing story, red," she said, her smug smile getting even wider as she did her best to steal Buffy's friends. "It almost makes me sad that I dropped out of the school."
A naked attempt to make the others pity her, Buffy identified. She said nothing, but she could see that Faith was here to steal her role. One thing that Buffy was special at.
"Enough storytelling," Cordelia said as she stood up, and pulled Willow to her feet. "We have school tomorrow."
"Yes, we do," Willow said, her excitement still bubbling. "But we'll still see you around right. Two slayers, again. How exciting."
"You're right, it's late," Faith said.
"Actually, Buffy and I were going to get some burgers. Do you want to accompany us? My treat," William said. Buffy turned toward him sharply, about to say otherwise, but she found herself under his sharp gaze. He shook his head, silencing her.
"Sure, big guy. I won't say no to a big dinner. Slaying doesn't just make me horny, after all," Faith said, giving her boyfriend a smile that annoyed Buffy intensely. "Though, I'm sure you're aware of that. B looks sated in more ways than one."
"I don't know what are you talking about," Buffy argued despite knowing exactly what she meant.
"Okay, girl. I got the message. Five by five. Just let me visit the ladies' room first."
Cordelia and Willow were already gone, but Buffy made sure Faith was out of hearing range before she turned to her boyfriend. "What was that," she growled angrily.
William smiled at her, but Buffy could see the confusion behind his gaze. He paused a moment, searching for something, but whatever he was searching for, he failed to find it. "You mean you didn't realize?" he said.
"Realize what," Buffy asked, frowning. She never liked puzzles, even the simple ones. There was only one thing that was sure, that William wasn't angling for a threesome.
Even if only because she knew exactly how he looked while he was angling for one.
"Never mind-" he started, but Buffy poked his chest. "Okay, you know what. Watch her carefully during dinner while not focusing on how is she going to steal your place and you'll end up alone like you were back in LA. I'll tell you if you don't realize it then."
"I don't fear her stealing my place," Buffy said, but even as she said that, she realized just how hollow her voice sounded. She wasn't afraid of that, right? She prepared herself for a lengthy argument, to convince William. Not herself. Certainly not.
"If you say so," William said, and Buffy felt like she had just punched water, the argument she was hoping for gone. William's arm wrapping around her waist gently, pulling her against his chest didn't make keep her anger up any easier.
Faith was a chatty woman, talking non-stop as they went to a nearby diner - but not the nearest, that was her favorite. "Any favorites?" Buffy asked to Faith.
William spoke first. "Actually, I'm in the mood for a spread. Unless you're watching your figure, of course." With that, he quickly gave a shockingly big order, even for a table that had two Slayers.
Buffy just sent him a glare, trying to understand where he was coming from, as he was aware of just how easily she burned calories. If there was one thing about being a Slayer, that was not being concerned about extra weight.
She felt it was about the puzzle she had to solve.
"Oh, big boy, bring it on. I can eat, drink, or fuck you to unconsciousness, your choice," Faith said. Buffy glared at her, and Faith had enough presence of mind to blush. "Sorry, not the last one. It's clearly B's job."
"Challenge accepted," Buffy growled as she grabbed William's hand and dragged him to the alley. It was not like her to react like that, but she could feel that Faith was bad news, and it annoyed her to see even William was warming up to her. Luckily, not as much as her other friends.
She planned to read her boyfriend the riot act, but the moment she opened her mouth, he leaned down to capture her lips, his tongue invading her mouth, enough for her to keep her voice back. She let him distract her for a while. His hands landed on her hips, squeezing and mauling her ass roughly just like she loved.
He pressed her against the dirty wall, but she didn't care about that. As the slayer, she had ended on far dirtier situations with none of the fun to care about a little dust. And, his weight over her, pressing her against the wall was just the thing she needed.
Even if it prevented her from asking about what the hell was going on with his attitude.
She kissed him back, enough to distract her from where his fingers were going until it was too late. Her pants were pushed down, her panties pulled to the side, and he pushed inside.
"That - doesn't - mean - I'm - not - angry," Buffy said, every word interrupted with a moan as he invaded, trying to act cold. His smirk told me that it wasn't exactly effective. Not that Buffy was surprised. At least, her failure was underlined with an amazing rough fuck against the wall, where someone could stumble and see them.
She didn't want anyone to see them… but the risk of getting caught made it even more fun.
She abandoned herself to her new favorite pastime, even wrapping her legs around his waist to force him cum inside her. That would show him… right?
"So, tell me," he said. "What exactly annoyed you this much?"
"Nothing," Buffy murmured as she buttoned her pants. He looked at her pointedly. "Well, if you insist," she grumbled. "I don't like just how quick you all trust her."
"Okay, that's enough unnecessary self-pity," he said, and Buffy looked at him, feeling even more annoyed. "Come," he said as he dragged her toward a small window that showed inside the diner.
Buffy looked, and saw Faith, stuffing her face aggressively, far worse than she ever did. "She has no table manners. She's even stuffing some in her pocket. Oh, who does that?"
"Street kids, or ones that grew in abusive households," William answered, his voice suddenly sharp.
"But, she's a Slayer-" Buffy found herself saying, but William interrupted her.
"A Slayer who suddenly visited the most dangerous place in America without her watcher," William corrected.
Buffy froze. "Are you saying that her watcher is…" she said, remembering her first watcher, one that died while trying to protect her.
"Maybe," William said. "It's suspicious. However, it's not the most important thing," he added. Buffy looked at him, wondering what was more important than a potentially dead watcher. "I had similar friends who experienced similar childhoods. The habits she's showing, don't develop quickly. Certainly not in adults that can rip locked doors to rob grocery stores easily."
"It started before she was called," Buffy gasped, suddenly feeling like a terrible person. She was a happy and well-adjusted teenager when she was called, and it still ruined her life. For her…
She didn't wait for William to return as she went back to the table. As she arrived, Faith froze, realizing the mess she made. Buffy decided to start helping her, so she made no mention of her terrible table manners, and instead dug into the food with fake passion, despite the earlier discussion ruining her appetite. "Damn, I'm hungry," she growled.
Faith's tenseness didn't disappear completely, but it lessened. "Well, a hunk like that does it," Faith said. However, this time, Buffy was watching carefully and caught just how hesitant she had been acting.
"Well, he does that," Buffy said, then, changed the subject. "So, where are you staying?"
"Sunnydale model," Faith answered casually.
Buffy froze. She was not the most attentive person, and she might have missed the significance of it if it wasn't for her talk with William, but a Slayer staying in a motel was a mistake that no watcher would allow. Of course, maybe it was how Faith said, and she was just playing hooky.
Or maybe, her other guess was correct.
Either way, Buffy had no intention of allowing that. "No, you're not!" she said sharply.
Faith froze. "I beg you pardon," she said, tense.
"I'm the Senior Slayer, and I'm pulling rank. You're going to stay with me," Buffy said. Faith looked ready to refuse. "No, you're going to stay with me. Vampires don't need invitations to enter motel rooms. The last thing we need is a vampire stalking you back to your room and attacking you while you are sleeping."
"Well, if you insist," Faith said, making a big show of puffing and grumbling, but Buffy didn't miss just how still she had gotten when she mentioned being attacked by a vampire.
William was right. Faith clearly had a secret.
For once, Buffy decided to act calmly.
Chapter 41
Faith felt unbalanced…
She wasn't feeling out of control… which was the exact opposite of every moment of her life, making her tense about when the next shoe was about to drop. She hadn't had the nicest childhood, and for a fleeting moment, when she had been called as a Slayer, she thought that things would finally get better.
Then, Kakistos happened, pulling the rug under her, and reminding her that nothing good could happen to her. Not permanently.
At first, Buffy was a bitch to her - and if Faith was being honest, she kind of goaded it by playing to the excitement of her friends - which was just what Faith expected and wanted. It would make it easier for everyone when she inevitably got sent out.
Then, Buffy suddenly started to treat her nicely, which was freaking her out. She never actually had a friend, not one she actually saw as equal… and now, she had Buffy, which was shocking. They hunted vampires together and shared tips about the best ways to make improvised stakes, which felt like the Slayer equivalent of sharing makeover tips.
Buffy even insisted Faith stay with her, which technically counted as sleepovers…
It was why, as Faith watched Buffy's boyfriend William aggressively railing against Willow in the depths of the library, she was unable to just watch and enjoy the show like she would have usually done, and instead trying to resolve the dilemma.
That was hard, as Willow was getting roughed up and fucked hard just like Faith liked… well, in the movies, as she was yet to experience that in real life. That, or any other kind of closeness. Her lack of friends extended to a lack of a boyfriend. She had played with some toys, but it wasn't the same.
Unfortunately, her confusing feeling of arousal didn't help her to make a decision as she watched William take Willow from behind. Willow was just moaning dazedly, not that Faith blamed her. His tool was far bigger than her preferred toys, which couldn't be easy to handle. Willow took it like a champion, even going as far as moaning for more.
Impressive for a tiny girl like her. It was not what Faith would have expected from a nerd.
Faith bit her lips, trying to fight against her habit of ignoring the personal problems of the others. Buffy was her friend, and she needed to do something
She thought about going and interrupting them. Maybe give them a stern talk to make sure they stop before they hurt Buffy. But the way Willow was moaning made it clear that it wasn't the first time or the second…
Not that Faith could blame her - well, for having a repeat, the disloyalty was pretty bad - as it was looking. Willow looked pretty comfortable as she was lifted by William's repeated invasion, her eyes heavily lidded. "Try not to moan. We don't want your girlfriend to know that you have disobeyed her, right."
"Y-Yes sir…" Willow moaned as he palmed her ass cheeks again, groping and squeezing at her rump until Faith had no doubt that it would leave several bruises. Bruises that would be hard to explain to Cordelia, but Faith didn't give a fuck about that.
She only cared about her first friend and the heartbreak she was about to experience. Faith felt bad about the pain she was about to experience, and worse, she had to be the one to tell her.
Being responsible sucked.
While Faith tried to deal with the stress of her upcoming decision, Willow started shuddering, signaling a climax. "Very good, little witch, but you don't deserve a break," he said as he flipped Willow.
Faith decided to move away before things turned even more heated. It felt better to walk in the school corridor even though she hated the school.
She found Buffy in the garden. "Hey, Faith, here," she waved, and Faith started walking toward her. Buffy must have noticed her distress, because her smile slipped away. "Something wrong?"
"Well…" Faith started, then froze as a probability hit her. What if Buffy didn't believe her. What if she blamed her for lying, not believing her like everyone else. It would be just like everything in her life.
"Come on, Faith, speak to me," Buffy said as she grabbed her shoulder. "You know you can talk to me. I promise I won't judge."
Faith hated the expression of sympathy on Buffy's face, especially since she knew it would disappear in seconds. She really, truly, hated it. She wanted to run away and disappear, a strategy that worked best for her.
But after accepting her as a friend, Buffy deserved better. "I… I wanted to say something, but it's hard to believe. It'll probably make you angry," Faith whispered, trying to prepare her. It wouldn't work, of course, but Faith still wanted to do her best.
Buffy's cheerful expression faded, replaced by seriousness.
Faith froze, taking a moment to gather her courage. It didn't help… especially since she was delivering the bad news to the only human who could still hurt her physically. "I saw William in the library…"
Buffy smiled. "Good, that's where he was. He promised to visit me for a lunch date for my first day back in school, but he's almost late."
Faith felt even worse. Delivering bad news was the worst thing ever. "I… I don't think he'll be here. He was busy," Faith said, cringing even as she said that. She was supposed to be a tough girl who could speak directly, not someone who was afraid of getting a couple of words out. "He was with Willow. With… Willow," she repeated, once again failing.
Buffy looked confused at first, but then her eyes widened. "Oh. Were they… lacking a piece of clothing," Buffy said.
"Y-yes," Faith said, weirded at Buffy's reaction. She expected an explosion, not a blush. Maybe it was the shock, she reasoned. Then, she noticed Buffy's blush growing.
"I… I can't believe they would do that. What a shock," Buffy said. "I… I better go confront them."
"Yeah, you go do that," Faith said, but before she could even finish her words, Buffy disappeared.
Good news, her attempt to help her didn't ruin her new friend's life. Bad news, her friend might be not as goody-two-shoes as she might be thinking about. That blush didn't carry the slightest of anger, and while she looked ashamed, Faith felt that it was less about the information, and more about the fact Faith was the one telling her that.
Faith decided to walk away. The crisis had been resolved. So, she hated her feet when they decided to walk the other way. Less than two minutes later, she was once again in the library, watching William and Willow… but this time, Buffy was there as well.
Her clothes were not.
"I can't believe you, Willow," Buffy growled even as she grabbed Willow's red hair and pulled her close, forcing her to give her oral. I had the most humiliating conversation ever just because you can't keep yourself away from magic." Willow didn't answer… well, couldn't answer, as her mouth was being put to a different use. "What was this time?"
"I caught her digging through the library to find Giles' stash. She claimed it was just a cantrip," William explained, his tone casual, which contrasted greatly with the way he continued to drill Willow from behind, his grip tight around her hips.
Willow shuddered repeatedly, but it was more about the pleasure she was being double-teamed in a unique way rather than any problem she had.
"It's getting really problematic," Buffy commented, as if she wasn't completely nude and not being lucked. "We need to find a better way to keep her magic addiction in check."
Faith wished she wasn't hidden so she could make a comment about them finding a better punishment method. Willow certainly didn't seem to mind the so-called punishment, making it less effective.
Fun, certainly. But useless.
Now that the situation was under control, Faith should have just turned back and left. After all, while it might be unconventional, her new friend was clearly a part of the weird dynamic between her boyfriend and her redheaded friend.
Leaving was the right thing to do.
Yet, she stayed and watched, her leather pants getting uncomfortably warm…
Chapter 42
Even though she watched Kakistos turn into dust an hour ago, Faith was still feeling dazed, like they were in a surreal new world. It wasn't what she expected when she first arrived at the Sunnydale. The best she had been hoping for was a momentary reprieve before she ran away, not giving Kakistos any chance to discover her location.
Yet, Kakistos arrived early. Even more shockingly, when he tried to attack them in the street, somehow William reacted first, throwing a water bottle filled with holy water. It wasn't enough to kill an ordinary vampire, let alone an ancient one, but as the monstrous vampire shouted in pain, it gave Buffy enough time to deal with the vampire minions.
And, it gave Faith just enough time to get out of her funk. At that time, she wanted to escape, but seeing Kakistos rush toward Buffy, her only real friend, was enough to change her mind. What followed was a short yet intense battle, where she worked together with Buffy, and used a broken telephone pole to impale the ancient vampire, while William did his best to keep the minions distracted with a combination of stakes, water bottles, and crosses.
Just like that, Faith's biggest nightmare was gone. She had trouble believing it, even as she sat on William's living room couch, nibbling through a large plate of French fries.
"… another beer?" Buffy asked as she passed her another bottle. Faith said nothing as she grabbed it. After all, the promise of unlimited beers was why they were celebrating their victory in William's house rather than going back to Buffy's house.
Mrs. Summers was a nice and welcoming woman, but not welcoming enough to allow them to have a party with unlimited beer. The amount they drank already piled to make a large pile. Unfortunately, their Slayer metabolism meant that Faith barely had a buzz.
"Are you alright?" Buffy said after a little pause.
"Thanks, B. Five by five," Faith said with a soft smile. Buffy's expression suggested that it wasn't as convincing as Faith would have liked to.
"Anyone still hungry?" William commented as he appeared at the door of the kitchen, carrying another plate of freshly cooked snacks that smelled delicious.
"I never say no to food after an adventure," Faith said happily. A touch exaggerated to convince Buffy that she was actually feeling alright, but it was not a lie. William was a surprisingly good cook. "Delicious. I can see why Buffy keeps you around."
"Hey, he has other uses," Buffy chuckled as she caressed his arm, and they shared a smile… the kind that Faith had seen them share in the library, when they were 'disciplining' Willow together.
Faith found herself blushing as those memories reminded her that she had missed one very important ritual. Ordinarily, whenever she slayed some vampires, she would find some time to disappear into a bathroom to proactively deal with the arousal that followed. However, dealing with Kakistos was too nightmarish, and she forgot.
And now, her body tingled badly, reminding her that. The smart thing was to just visit the bathroom and deal with it… but Faith didn't feel like being smart.
"So, how about a game," Faith said.
"Not a drinking one," William commented immediately. "I might die if I try to keep up with you two."
"How about truth and dare, then?" Faith answered, amused by William's attitude. She would have called him a coward for retreating… but it was hard to call a man a coward just an hour after he faced more than a dozen vampires with great effectiveness.
"Oh," Buffy said. Faith looked at her, suddenly nervous, afraid that Buffy would reject her. "What are the ground rules?"
Faith took a breath, suddenly feeling more scared than actually facing Kakistos. If she read the situation wrong, she might ruin her friendship. But, her mouth betrayed her before she could change her mind. "Anyone that chickens out of a dare loses a piece of clothing," Faith declared.
"Oh, interesting," Buffy said, her blank expression scaring Faith. Luckily, that blank expression stayed only for a second before a smile bloomed. "I'm glad you're ready to play for the keeps."
"Oh, you know me, B. Always brave," Faith commented. Admittedly, it was not a description she deserved, but Buffy was kind enough not to comment.
"Interesting. It sounds like you won't be the first one to retreat from the game."
"Of course," Faith said.
William said nothing, but his smile left no doubt about exactly what he was thinking. Faith's mind suddenly flashed back to the moment she first caught him and Willow. It would be a lie to say the way he controlled Willow had no part in her decision. His gaze was enough to send shivers through her body.
"Let's play," Buffy said as she spun the bottle, which pointed at William.
"First question," Faith said. "Truth or dare?"
"Let's start with truth," William said, his gaze suddenly pinning hers.
Faith had been planning to ask him a naughty question, but suddenly, she chickened. "W-where did you learn how to cook like that?"
"Prison kitchen," he answered honestly.
"Oh, surprising," Faith said, aware that her smile was a little naughtier than it was necessary. He had just admitted being to prison, which should have made her look at him with some reluctance and even disgust, right? Why the hell did he suddenly turn more attractive once she learned he had been in prison.
Something was wrong with her. Well, even more than what she already knew. A few questions passed in relative smoothness before it was Faith's turn to ask questions again, this time to Buffy. "The best slay?" Faith asked, which earned a snicker from William. "Is there something wrong?" she asked.
"Well, not exactly a difficult question, is it?" he answered. "I expected Miss Leather Pants to ask more challenging questions."
"William, be nice," Buffy said, but that didn't prevent her big smile, showing she agreed with William.
"Oh, that's how you want to play?" Faith said, letting her smile widen. If it wasn't for the scene in the library, she might felt hesitant pushing the limits, afraid of making Buffy jealous… but after that, especially since she's silently challenging her. "Best lay, then?" she corrected.
"A tough question," she said.
"Oh, aren't you afraid of making the mister here jealous?" Faith asked.
Buffy chuckled. "Oh, I don't think he needs to worry about it, considering he's there for the all options," she said with a salacious smile. Faith trembled as she caught William's silent gaze, his lips quirked in a way that sent her insides burning with desire.
At this moment, it was too easy to replace herself with Willow in the library scene that played in her mind several times. And, this time, Buffy wasn't even a part of it. It was just William, teaching her a lesson she deserved.
"I think the time we were in your motel room while Willow was in the wardrobe, thinking that I didn't notice her peeking at us like a little sneaky pervert. Sometimes, she forgets that as a slayer, it's impossible to hide from me."
Then, her lips quirked even more as her gaze pinned Faith down… surely that was not what she was implying, right. Faith coughed as she spun the bottle once more, which ended up pointing at herself.
"What's the sexiest scene you encountered," Buffy asked immediately.
Faith froze, finding herself unable to answer as she tried to understand whether Buffy actually noticed her watching that day, or whether she was just teasing without knowing. And, she found herself in a dilemma. She could admit that it was their fun, or just take a loss.
Technically, she could also lie and spill some nonsense about seeing a cheerleader being double-teamed or some nonsense, but Faith didn't consider that. It would be wrong.
"I think I'll keep that to myself," Faith said as she pulled her shirt off, finally pulling the first forfeit of the night.
"Oh, that's good," Buffy said, her smile widening.
Faith couldn't help but blush. "Oh, B. You have no idea," Faith said.
Buffy's smirk widened. "Oh, I think I have some idea," she said, the voice in her innuendo impossible to miss. She spun the bottle again, which ended up targeting William. "Favorite childhood toy," she asked.
Faith would have complained it being a girlfriend throwing a soft question, and it being her turn to ask, but William just pulled off his shirt, revealing his incredibly muscular chest. "I don't think I can admit such a big secret," he said, and he spun the bottle… barely, which pointed at Buffy. "Is your real favorite color pink?" he asked.
Buffy blushed, which was certainly not fake. "I think I'll plead the fifth as well," she answered as she pulled her shirt. She didn't have a bra, which meant she must have removed it after they returned, as Faith couldn't imagine fighting without one.
But, before considering its implications, Buffy spun the bottle again, and it ended up pointing at herself. "I think this game needs a little heat. Dare," she whispered.
And Faith's heartbeat went crazy.