Willow looked up from the library table where she saw Xander stagger in looking rather pale and panicked. "Oh my god Xander what happened!?" she asked him rushing over to meet him and helping towards a library chair by the table.
"One word: Spike," Xander said gritting his teeth in pain. "He and Buffy were at the magic shop when I got there. We exchanged some words and he tried to kill me." He said taking a seat and gesturing at his neck while putting the bag of magical ingredients on the table.
"He and Buffy were there?" Frowned Willow before her expression came to shock as she realised what that meant. Covering her mouth, she stepped back in shock. "Oh god! Buffy and Spike!" Buffy her best friend had been with Spike… in such a way… in that way. Oh, this was so wrong! This was terrible! She recalled the vampire's pale face, pale eyes empty of anything but lethal amusement as he threatened her just hours before.
"Yeah, I saw some of highlights and it wasn't pretty!" groaned Xander. "Definitely both hyped up on the effects of the lust spell I can tell you!" His neck really hurt. He touched the wound and was not happy when his hand came back bloody. "Uh, Will, think I could use some first aid here." Cursing herself Willow went in search of first aid supplies in Giles's office and returned with a bottle of antiseptic and some gauze.
"But what happened where are they?" Willow asked him. Spike had done this. Hurt Xander, again. "What did he do to her?"
"Oww, ouch," he winced at the antiseptic sting as Willow dabbed at the wound. He looked at her, not sure how much he should say about what he'd seen. "Spike is dust. He took a nibble out of me long enough for Buffy's slayer instincts to kick in and for her to stake him. Then she split."
"Well, where didn't you go after her?!" Willow demanded in anger continuing to clean the blood away. Her best friend might be in a terrible state. There might be no telling what or who she might be doing if she was getting it on with Spike.
"Did you not hear me? Buffy is on the lust train heading straight to Paris!" Xander retorted to the witch. "She was hardly listening to reason no matter how hard I tried to explain. It's a miracle she even came to my aid! Believe me Will I wanted to help her and still do more than anything, but I couldn't stop her not like this!" He said in his weaken state. "The only way to help her is by stopping all of this which means ending the spell. Now I got everything on the list so please tell me that you can fix this fast!"
As she finished cleaning and bandaging his throat Willow was torn but she knew that Xander was speaking some sense. While she wanted to rush out and find her best friend and her boyfriend Oz, she had no idea where either of them where. The only hope was ending all this madness and then start looking for them. Her other concern was Xander as the boy still did not look good, she suspected he probably needed a doctor. "What about you?" she asked eyeing him carefully.
"I'm fine," Xander protested, opening his eyes. "Just resting, see." She looked like she was about to protest, and he silenced her with a look. "Will fix this mess and then fix me!" She cursed and then got on with recreating the spell that started all of this.
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Back at the Bronze the club was filled with the sounds of sex. grunting and squealing, panting, and gasping, the slap of body against body and the rub of flesh against flesh that overpowered the music that was being played. The DJ had long since left his booth leaving some playlist playing but the sound of sex was overpowering. The club had seen some many random acts taking place in the last few years and instead of questioning why this act was taking place many just took it in their stride and enjoyed themselves. Indeed, frenzied fucking was far more enjoyable than a hostage situation by some gang on PCP. Michelle Blake, current Homecoming Queen, a title shared with fellow student Holly Charleston groaned as her back hit the wall. Before the blonde could respond however, Buffy Summers's lips captured her own with savage, primal slayer lust, running her tongue along Michelle's lips. The Homecoming Queen opened her mouth and met Buffy's tongue with her own, both girls moaning at the contact and groaning at the need for more. Their nipples hard as diamonds, their cilts throbbing in need and their thighs drenched as made out hotly with couple others around them similarly doing the same. Michelle might have once been described by Cordelia Chase as 'open to all mankind, especially those with a letterman's jacket and a car.' An analysis proven correct by tonight's proceedings but now she was very broadening her horizons after she had literally bumped into Buffy.
"I want that Homecoming crown!" growled Buffy against the other girl's lips, each word punctuated between kisses.
Michelle couldn't help but smile smugly recalling how hard she had seen both Buffy and Cordelia Chase campaign. "Come and claim it!" she declared with tickle in her eye.
Within in a second Buffy pinned the other girl's arms above her, holding them there with one hand and set out to devour every inch of the girl. She kissed Michelle's collarbone, her neck, down to her breasts. Running her tongue across Homecoming Queen's chest, she stopped and circled her tongue around the left nipple, before releasing it to do the same on the right. Michelle involuntarily shuddered as Buffy kissed a ticklish spot and then whimpered as the shorter girl sucked hard. Finally letting go of Michelle's arms the blonde slayer kissed her way down the girl's stomach to the evidence of girl's desire. The other girl wasn't about to move away certainly not now Buffy placed a kiss there, then ran her tongue along the folds. Michelle squirmed struggling to stay up right but Buffy maintained a hand pressed on her stomach keeping her in line while she was her knees pleasuring the fellow blonde. Her tongue circled Michelle's clitoris before she encompassed it with her lips immediately, sending the yearbook editor into another world.
"Oh god, Buffy!" she wailed her hands now in the slayer's hair keeping her mouth pressed against her pussy. Buffy continued what she was doing and went even better slipping in a finger, matching the rhythm of her mouth. Michelle groaned, the rapidly increasing pleasure making her incapable of uttering anything comprehendible. Tears of pleasure were coming down her eyes. Well, she had cried during her homecoming speech Buffy considered to herself, the part of the speech that Buffy had stuck around for anyway. Still Buffy added a second, then a third. The slayer slowly pumped her fingers with Michelle matching her thrust for thrust. It was enough to send the Homecoming queen over the edge of ecstasy. "Yes! Please yes!" She came hard.
Buffy withdrew her moisture-coated fingers licking them clean seemingly enjoying the taste as she got up from her knees while Michelle staggered forward away from the wall looking like she had ran a marathon. She nudged into her fellow Homecoming queen Holly Charleston, their eyes both lit up in lust and leaned in making out recklessly and without a care in the world.
Buffy didn't have time to react being tackled to the wall by her one-time date Owen Thurman. Buffy's back hit the wall, but she hopped up and wrapped her legs around Owen's solid frame as the pair kissed. The pair squirmed against each other but after a moment he was inside her and be began to hammer her into the wall. Buffy let out aroused gasp as she felt him move in and out of her pussy. Moving her lips to his ear she licked it before commanding the man to go harder. Around them the lusting spell continued to drive people more and more eager and passionate. Good old Sunny hell was finally defying the 'sleepy- small-town' image that its demons hid behind by accepting that all manner of kinkiness and erotic pleasure was occurring in the club this night.
Buffy gritted her teeth as the tall boy thrusted inside her with everything he had. Owen groaned and mutter sweet words probably some he had picked up in some Emily Dickinson book, but she paid him no mind. She couldn't focus on anything but pleasure, her thoughts were spinning uselessly in circles and her body was still reacting on its own. She had never felt such sensations before. With Angel, she had not had time to experiment and here in the Bronze it would seem tonight was the night for experimentation. The boy called out and groaned cumming hard inside her. She gritted her teeth as she came as well. Not the best one tonight but enough to give her a few seconds of pleasure and more importantly a moment of clarity as her orgasm almost cleared her mind.
What is this? Her mind screamed as Owen lowered her his legs now wobbling. What was going on? Her slayer's mind fought the affects of the lusting spell enough for her instincts to remain long enough to defend Xander but still any momentary sense of logic was quickly washed away as the spell kicked in and overpowered her. She breathed heavily, her body flushing with its newfound need and her mind already flushed with a variety of sexual fantasies. She turned to see Amber Grove, a popular and very beautiful cheerleader walking seductive like Buffy and pretty much everyone else she was naked and clearly in heat.
"You know I never did thank you for saving my life a few years ago?" the girl said hotly to the shorter blonde referring to the day of cheerleading auditions when she spontaneously burst into flames as she began her choreography.
Buffy felt the charged energy between them it only served to make her hornier. Amber was beautiful, athletic, and curvy in all the right places. "Be my guest," she uttered. The girl leaned in and gave Buffy a hard long kiss. Buffy moaned happily, lost to her lust and desire. Hungry exploration consumed the two girls causing Buffy shivered at the sensations Amber's delicate hands could bring forth in her body, and she reached up towards the other girl's breasts to return the favour. Tongues clashing, teeth scraping, hands everywhere and moans being returned they fell onto a couch next where Amy was riding singer Devon. Buffy hissed and let her hands trace patterns over Amber's smooth back as the other woman licked and nibbled her way across Buffy's chest and down her belly her goal obvious to everyone who might be interested… not that anyone was paying attention.
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Oz grunted and came hard inside Cordelia as the pair banged into some musical equipment inside his van. The short man hissed slightly in pain. "Cordy," he let out and she looked at him. "I need… I need a second, okay?" he admitted.
"No," came her short reply. The idea of stopping seemed almost alien and unreasonable to her. She looked on the verge of tears and Oz reached for her. The brunette complied with a whimper and collapsed against his chest, rising, and falling with its harsh rhythm. Her own matched it, but she ignored it and ducked her head to his chest licking at the salty skin until she reached his nipple. She kissed all over his chest, sucking at his flesh while her hands ran shakily up and down his sides.
Oz honestly didn't know how his body was responding to her again, but he felt his erection returning. He been engaging in more sex than he had ever had before in his life but still it seemed that his body via some miracle wanted more. Cordelia seemed to feel it too, seemed to want more of it and she looked up into his darkened eyes when it was fully hard against her thigh. Oz's hand rested warm on her cheek and she was lured into another breath halting kiss. She couldn't seem to keep herself under control as she breathed deeply while kissing Oz deeply. He pulled back ever so slightly. "More?" he asked her.
"More," she insisted as she moved back down against his chest choosing to resume sucking on his nipple. Her free hand slipped down between them and tickled over the muscled hardness of his thigh on her way up to his dick. She curled her fist around it and pumped at the engorged flesh between his legs a few times before moving lower to cup his sac, which she squeezed in her warm palm that had been lubricated by his previous orgasm. With a harsh moan the werewolf dropped his hand from where it was rubbing circles on the small of her back so that he was gripping her ass in both of his warm hands. He pulled her up sharply both their arousals boiled over as their desires and thirsts for each other took over once again. Cordy pulled him back into another kiss, her legs opening for him again and proving a mighty distraction and adventure.
She was shaking in need above him and when he thought she would finally push him away she simply tightened her grip around his waist without conscious thought pulling him. She moved Oz onto his back, his arms wrapped low around her waist, pushed her closer to where she wanted to be without conscious thought. Cordy gripped his shoulders with a bruising tightness and closed her mouth over his again, kissing him as deeply as she pleased and Oz barely noticed her hand slipping between them until after a light touch and a slight shift of her hips, she took him back into her body. The girl rocked slowly on his shaft, taking him as deep as she could before leaning back and basking in the glory of his cock all the way inside her. She savoured the feel of his bared flesh touching her own softness and how her body moulded to it. She moved up until the tip was barely in and then slammed down hard, repeating the process again and again.
"Don't stop," he whispered. Cupping her own breast and squeezing her nipple as she felt his hands grip her sides her eyes went hazy when started to squeeze her inner muscles around him in time with her rocking. Oz helped her move, feeling the periodic hard clench around his member and groaning under the tortuously sweet pressure. "Cordelia," he husked out as his eyes slipped closed in the pleasure of it all. "So good!"
A moment later he snapped his eyes open when she slammed down particularly hard and semi painfully hard on his shaft. "Keep your eyes open," she demanded. She stared down at him, and he couldn't help but look back at her. "Keep watching me! Keep touching me!" He couldn't look away she was mouthwatering: all curves, passion, and beauty. He could write songs about her; lyrics were forming and designs of an album cover coming to his mind. He moved his hands to cup her breasts and she let out a giggle in delight as she ground down on him. "Don't stop touching me don't ever never stop!" She finished on a deep breath and her hips jerked sharply.
"Never," he promised as she was riding him as hard and fast as she could. Forcing him in and out of her body and being helped by his enthusiasm. One of his hands dropped from her breasts between them and he pressed his fingers against her throbbing clit. Sliding easily because of the culminating fluids but making her bark out in pain at the consistent stimulation, but he kept toying with it.
"Oz!" She cried out in desperation. "Do it! Do it now!" Her body clamped around his again and it set him off. He sealed their hips together with a final cry and squeezed his eyes shut as his orgasm ripped from his body and into hers, just as she requested. In the same moment she was cumming too feeling the pleasure shoot up her spine into her mind as she screamed in pleasure. She couldn't feel anything, but his blindingly hard clenching spurts and he kept jerking into her.
She collapsed against his chest eyes shut and panting. His heart was screaming inside his chest threating to burst out his ribcage. For a moment the pair were exhausted and spent but then thanks to the lust spell they both felt him harden inside her. "Oh my," Cordelia cooed rising up a little to meet his head her expression playful and impressed at the fact that his cock couldn't seem to stay down. She allowed him to roll them over so that Oz was now on top. His swollen lips met hers as they hungrily made out with each other before she sighed as he began to pump into her again. She ran her hands down his back as he leaned into her neck planting kissing on her moist skin.
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Harmony squirmed restlessly as Jonathan kissed and sucked on the flesh of her thighs. The pecky blond High shivered involuntarily as she felt her lover's lips brush lightly along the upper edge of the triangle of fur covering her pussy, her hips jerking reflexively towards his face as she let out a gasping "Yes!", encouraging him to move lower. She was so wet she could easily smell her own musk, and she could barely wait for his tongue to begin lapping her juice from her liberally coated lips. The clang of the handcuffs around her wrists reminded her of her current state. Trapped and at his mercy unable to escape not that she wanted to anyway mind you. She was the one who had brought the handcuffs and was equally keen as he was to use them.
Sparing a glance at the blonde currently handcuffed to the bed Jonanthan couldn't believe this was happening. No one at school would ever believe him so best enjoy himself while he can. Enjoying the taste of her skin he slowly, so very, very slowly, worked his way up her inner thigh, his lips leisurely kissing and sucking her inflamed flesh as she squirmed restively, gritting her jaw as his face approached the juncture of her thighs. She imagined that the heat of her pussy was scorching his cheeks as he kissed the tender skin immediately below her femininity. He kissed and sucked on her pussy; he had no experience to draw on but relied on instinct to lead him. Wanting to go beyond, wanting to master another realm purely to make someone else happy, he was making the most of the knowledge he'd gained of the body under him, and enjoying it thoroughly.
They were half-covered by sheets. Underneath them, as the short man slid his tongue into the girl's pussy, the heels of the blonde's feet pushed and dug into the mattress, while her head tossed from side-to-side. As sweat cascaded down her forehead, Harmony couldn't hold back the sigh. Or the moan. Or whatever noise it was that she'd just made. She was on a whole other level, knowing she was calling out her Jonathan 's name, but being deaf to her own voice. His tongue was just what she needed, just what she wanted, just what she asked for and more.
Harmony cried out in disbelief and pleasure as she came hard. She shook and strained against the cuffs but crashed back down on the bed. He licked his lips and moved up to remove the cuffs. He snuggled close and planting small kisses down her arm as she recuperated. She moaned and saw his massive raging hard on greedily. He offered her the cuff, but she just threw them away and launched herself at him. The pair rolled around in bed enjoying each other and wanting more.
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"Wills how are we getting on?" asked Xander from his position on a chair looking at Willow mix ingredients and following the instructions on the page in front of her.
"We are getting on as fast as we can," Willow said with gritted teeth. Xander had asked the question several times recently. She was working as fast as she possibly could to recreate the spell that she cast earlier while trying to add the elements that may have been knocked in when Spike and Xander had knocked into the spell when on the table. It wasn't easy and she was working on a limited timescale. They had managed to establish that the spell effects was increasing and therefore those effected would be getting more and more out of control. That hardly made Willow feel any better and work any faster. She reached for five plastic bags that contained careful amounts of measured herbs. On the outside of each bag was a number written with a black magic marker. Opening the bag with the number 1 on it, Willow emptied the contents into the wooden bowl and stirred the contents. After the last bag of herbs had been emptied into the bowl, a flash of smoke and blue flame burned the contents to ashes. Stirring the ashes with a spoon she added the other bags one by one.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked her. It looked like they were making slow progress from where he was sitting.
"Just try and bleed less," she told him sparing him a glance. He still looked very poorly still. 'How did I get this all wrong?!' She thought to herself in a state of panic. She pushed her hair away from her forehead, frowning in frustration at the candle and other spell-making materials in front of her. She did a breathing exercise to calm herself as she carried on and raced to this spell ended as soon as possible.
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"More!" Joyce cried out her voice was increasingly breathy and whiny, and she made the point to shove her hips back into his bruising grip so that they connected solidly with his. "Angel give me more!"
She kept saying things like that and Angel still had no idea how to respond. They had barely stopped since they started hours ago. Still in her bedroom at her house the pair had been all over each other and yet it didn't seem to please their needs and thirsts. They still wanted more of each other. Angel slipped his hand up her back and grabbed a fistful of Joyce's hair pulling it back like reigns. The woman gasped as her hair was pulled back but grinded against his hips revelling in the feel of him taking her from behind. "I'll give you more," he husked out gripping her hair tightly as he started to thrust.
Joyce shoved herself back against the thick length that was penetrating her from behind. Filling her God, she was so full of him. So full that it was starting to hurt, but she couldn't think of any place else she would rather be. Anything or anyone else she would rather be doing, and she needed him more. She had never needed anything more than him, all of him - in her entire life. But thinking about the implications of that would have to come later. Right now, she wanted to concentrate on the hardness that was crushing up against something so far inside of her that she thought her heart might be forced up through her throat. "Yes Angel!" she barked out.
Angel swore underneath his breath as he marvelled at the woman. She seemed to find strength to move and make love to him from nowhere. She hadn't stopped to eat or drink anything and had not dozed off in exhaustion. She just kept coming at him and he kept coming him. After decades after basically living like a monk he had certainly made up for it tonight. Tugging on her hair while maintaining a firm hand on her hip he pushed him again and again against her body. They were now expects at moving together, matching their thrusts and movement. The bed shuddered and shook beneath them, unused this treatment. Her body more beautiful than he had considered and more beautiful than it had right to be. She grunted as he slammed into her the pair rutting against each other, and she felt everything spiralling out of control again. It was a sensation she had become very familiar with.
Joyce's scream was unbridled and when she clenched around him again cumming with relief and ecstasy as Angel sighed cumming himself and ground into her. He covered her back with his pulsing body, closed his mouth of her flushed skin of her shoulder, and held her with his large hands steadying her as they jerked together. They collapsed onto her bed, and she almost complained at the feeling when he slipped out of her. Barely a moment later and still shaking from her previous orgasm she reached over for him and moved into his arms. She gave her some sensation kisses before she began to kiss down his body. The vampire gasped for air his undead body did not need as he felt her kiss his member softly. Unable to help himself he groaned and repeated the same line she ha uttered to him. "More please," matching the same desperate tone she done before.
The woman complied and engulfed his whole member into his mouth.
Well, he had asked nicely.
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For Eric Gitteson this was heaven. He had only recently gotten back to high school after spending over a year in juvenile hall for his part in the kidnapping and mutilation of three female bodies along with his best friend Chris Epps. So much time had been wasted listening to counsellors and therapists getting him to talk about his feelings and now it seemed he was able to make up for it. Right now, he was staring at Buffy Summers and Amber Grove two beautiful woman making out hotly on a couch enjoying the sultry moves of the pair. They writhed and flowed around each other like they were twin snakes, and he was sure that some of the things they were doing would be counted as obscene in some states.
The two girls were well aware that there were a few eyes on them. Amber gave her new best friend a long, sensuous kiss on the lips knowing she was pushing Buffy's buttons, but the slayer was not the kind of person to shy away from a challenge and was giving as good as she got. Reaching further down with her right hand, Buffy parted the other girl's legs and could feel the wetness of Amber's sex with her fingers. Amber grin spreading her legs a little allowing Buffy more access as she stroked Buffy's hair while placing kisses on the girl's neck.
Eric was devouring the pair with his eyes drinking in the sight of them. He recognised Buffy Summers as the girl who prevented him from cutting Cordelia Chase's head off and putting it on the body of the female companion. But right now, he didn't care for that and was just in awe of the two women. Amber grinned and whispered something in Buffy's ear causing her to glance in Eric's direction. Both girls grinded and flowed together keeping an eye on the young man and his rock-hard cock. Amber whispered again and Buffy nodded at her giving the girl a soft kiss before moving off the couch towards Eric. Amber allowed herself to be picked up by some football jock and wrapped her legs around his waist giggling as he led them to some of his friends. Buffy seemed to ooze towards Eric, and soon was standing right before him. No words were said between the two as she leaned down, and Eric leaned up for the pair started making out heavily. Buffy moaned onto Eric's lap as the man eagerly ran his hands along her body.
Eric stared up at the blonde on his lap and pressed his cock to her pussy lips. He let out a gasp as he entered her easily as she was slick with her own arousal. Buffy flexed and opened her hips until he was all the way in turning her head slightly to allow Eric to suck on her neck. She spotted Amber from a distance bent over a table being fucked hard by some random guy. She nodded as they looked into each other's eyes, and Buffy moaned as she saw the jock's penis push deeper into Amber much to her delight. She began rolling her hips and Eric moaned underneath her as she rode him. He was panting loudly and groaning with approval at every inch she moved. He clutched her breasts squeezing them staring at her in astonishment at her good she felt.
"Harder," Buffy moaned into his ears and the young man did his best to comply. Buffy groaned totally lost in the moment. Sex was occurring al around her with people on the brink of pure exhaustion but unable to stop. Sweat was pouring off some people, other's looked like they were about to collapse and faint, but no one could seemed to find the will power to call out and stop. Everyone just kept going and going. Buffy was just the same as Eric came inside her and she came too. The slayer's hips were moving up and down and her entire body was arching like it was on fire as she orgasmed.
She quickly moved off a weak Eric as her slayer body could recharge quicker than his and she was almost instantly aroused again. She was pulled into the arms of Amy the witch who pressed up against her enjoying the feel of her skin rubbing against Buffy's. The young lovers resumed the exploration of each other's mouths until they were gasping for breath. Amy brushed back the sweat-dampened blonde hair from the slayer's forehead, wanting nothing more than to bury herself in Buffy's warm pussy. Pushing the other girl to a pool table she muttered for Buffy to sit on it. The slayer complied moving up on it. Nodding, Amy moved down, determined to bring her lover to the release she desperately craved for.
Kneeling between Buffy's spread legs, Amy placed each of her friend's legs on her shoulders. Leaning forward, she linked her arms around her lover's waist and pulled Buffy's pussy to her mouth. This time there was no teasing; Amy's tongue went directly to Buffy's rock-hard clit and started licking and then sucking on it. Buffy growled and moaned aware that behind her another cheerleader Joy and Devon had lay down on the same table furiously making out. She grinned and gave Devon's ass a hard slap which caused the boy to cry out. Her attention was quickly drawn back to Amy who inserted two fingers into her pussy, which immediately became three, moving furiously in and out of her Buffy's pussy. Gasping for air, Buffy was taking deep breaths, trying to slow down the racing of her heart while at the same time trying to control the emotions that were bombarding her mind. But it was no use the power of the spell and the sight, sound and smell of sex happening all around her was too intoxicating. Unable to stop she moved with Amy's fingers who continued her assault while slipping her free hand to own sex and continued to stimulate both of them.
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Faith shuddered and let out a squeal as she came hard. Principal Synder groaned underneath her as the pair moaned in their states of pleasure. They were on his couch in his office and like nearly all in the town were still fucking. The teen grimaced as she looked down at the man underneath her, even squinting he hardly looked like a matinee idol. In fact, if trolls existed (and Faith was pretty sure they did) they would think Snyder was one of the least attractive of their kind. Her slayer brain had just kicked in giving a momentarily rest from all the affects of the love spell and she suddenly seemed to come to at least some of her senses.
She moved to the edge of the couch and reached for her leather pants she saw on the floor quickly, tugging her tight leather pants up her thighs and over her hips. Goddamn, there was a downside to these pants. Yeah, they looked wicked sexy, but it was one hell of a battle to get them on. Usually it was no pain, no gain but right now she wanted to get as far away from this room as possible. The older man noticed what she was doing. "Are you leaving?" he asked her.
She grimaced again trying to keep her thoughts steady and not how his voice was a turn on. "Got go!" she muttered rising to her feet. He seemed disappointed like a small child who was told they couldn't have an extra cookie before bedtime. This always happened what it when you screw someone, they automatically think they own you? That's all it was, mindless, no strings, want, take, have, fucking until something better comes along. She moved forward looking around for her top and shoes. God where were they? She caught him looking at her ass and couldn't help but feel a hot sensation shoot between her legs. Not even Sunnydale high's master and ruler could resist the power of her ass inside skintight leather pants.
Forget her top and shoes she just had to get out of here. She moved to the door but found his hand covering hers. "Don't go just yet," he said in her ear. She could feel him behind her, his breath on her neck, his hand the same one that had been touching her all night slipping down to cup her ass. Faith had his full attention. The brunette closed her eyes, feeling the need and desire pulsing through her and then his hands on her hips. Hot breath on her cheek. This was what she wanted but part of her still tried to fight him. "You would be brought in straight to my office if I saw you wandering the halls dressed like that," he declared.
Faith felt a hot sweep wash over her. "Is it against the school rules?" she asked him in a knowingly sexy voice. She couldn't help but play the game.
"Against?! It blasphemy! It makes a mockery of every rule ever written!" he said leering at her. She was a real vixen with long, wavy, wild her to match her personality. Her body was everything a man could want and more. He was caressing, stroking, and grasping her ass and she couldn't help but back into his hand a little.
She turned slightly to face the older man now back being at the mercy of the lust spell. She smirked at him as she felt now both his hands on her ass, her nipples were as hard as diamonds and her pussy was lit up like a Christmas tree. They were so close they were almost kissing "Some rules are meant to be broken Mr Principal," she uttered before letting out a gasp as one of his hands moved around to her front and slipped inside. She let out a puff of air as felt his fingers separated her smooth slit again and he easily found her clit. His fingers moved inside her pussy teasing and tantalising her special spots. She gritted her teeth she was so turned on.
"Not my rules little girl," he told her in his commanding voice and with that he moved in, and they started attacking each other's mouths with their tongues. The pair pulled at each other so into each other that nothing would stop that. Pretty soon they were back on the couch and Faith's pants were once again discarded. Snyder grinned so eager as she stood up before him and then almost immediately, sat down forward on his lap straddling him. Her hand reached again for his dick, finding it, except this time she didn't stroke and jerk it but merely lifted herself and guided herself down on waiting rod. She groaned as it penetrated her, the feeling just as lovely as the first time, sliding herself down. He grinned as his hands moved to her waist, steadying her at the same time as encouraging her down. "Oh, yes!" he groaned.
Snyder's hands crept round to her ass, gripping the cheeks and kneading them between this fingers and thumbs. She rose and fell again, her slit slipping further down the dick, the erogenous zone humming in ecstasy as the cock pressed over it. He began to move as well, slowly, but firmly, pushing his dick up her hole, thrusting it deeper and deeper, until she could feel his balls slapping at her mons. She moaned again, wrapping her hands round the back of his neck, rubbing at the lower back, her knuckles gently scraping the smooth rock behind them as they rode. "You feel so good," she admitted. He grinned and shoved harder, slamming his dick far into her pussy and stretching her pleasurably. She grunted and groaned again, her head and back falling back, her hands clasping his upper back to stop herself falling. He rammed up and she fell down forwards giving him a wicked grin.
"Yes," he let out as he thrust up his cock and lowered his head to her bouncing boobs, the two perfect breasts jiggling just above him. His mouth opened and he slurped one in, his teeth grinding just the right side of painfully on her teat, dragging it out as she shuddered back. After a couple of seconds he switched, closing in on the second tit like a vampire with a breast-feeding fixation. The teen continued to ride him, gasping, and giggling as he bit down and sucked, yanking at the teat hungrily, whilst all the time his hips were moving as he plunged his dick into her body.
"Yes, baby yes!" she moaned louder keeping his head to her breast with a hand on the back of his head. Soon she let out a cry and he grunted as they came together hard. Her eyes were close tight as she felt pleasure ripple all over her body and his seed pump into her.
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"I think I got it!" Willow announced from the table where she worked. She had drawn diagrams and tested spell theories in ordered to gain an idea of what had happened in the spell and how the spell had been altered. It had taken longer than she would have wanted but she wanted to be sure. Magic was dangerous and risky could easy blow up in one's face… see tonight as an example. "I think I got this!"
Xander watched from his chair still holding his neck as his redhead friend seem to put the last of the ingredients and measurements of each into the pot. She finally added one last thing and the pot caused the room to light up in a flash of light similar to the one from earlier when Spike was involved in. It blinded the pair of teenagers for a moment before it died down leaving them both rubbing their eyes. "Was that it?" Xander asked hopefully. "Do you know for sure that it work?"
They heard a door from outside the corridor was forcefully open and slam shut with some powerful force. They heard footsteps coming running up to the library and saw Faith the vampire slayer burst in with enough force that she actually took one of the door's of the library clean off. She looked dishevelled, half dressed, flush and furious. "What the hell did you do to me, Witch?" snapped the slayer clearly looking for answers. She had known that something was up since before she got to the high school and certainly knew that something was crazy which had led her to fuck in an office with the local Principal Synder. Magic was must be the answer to all this.
Willow muttered the necessary words to make a sentence but could only stammer out a few sounds.
How was she meant to explain this? This was not good.
In an extreme "Only on the Hellmouth" kind of way.
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In the Bronze the spell being undone hit many of the occupants at the worst possible time. Everyone inside was engaging in sexual acts completely slaves to their lust and desires.
Some on a pool table no less.
There was a nude, sweaty, and thrusting hard was Devon. Underneath him was an equally nude, equally sweaty Buffy. Also on the pool table were two other girls. Amy had Buffy's left breast in her mouth, sucking, biting, teasing the slayer with her lips and tongue. The other girl was Joy, riding Buffy's face even as one hand was down between her legs while rocking her hips back and forth on Buffy's mouth.
The spell was lifted and suddenly everyone was very much aware of what they were doing, where they doing it and who they were doing it with. Devon froze stiff mid thrust and ease out of Buffy who is struggling to get out from underneath the mass of limbs and sweaty nakedness pushing Joy away from her. She rubbed her lips while sitting up right looking around suddenly alert the student body who were looking at each other in horror and shock. Some girls and even a few guys let out banshee screams and ran for cover. Others were frozen stiff in humiliation almost willing it to be a dream that they would wake up in. "Oh my god! My mom is going to kill me!" Joy freaked out and ran off from the group.
Devon too looked very uneasy and now in pain. A serious amount of pain in on particular area. "I need some ice!" he announced running over to the bar clutching himself between his legs with a face of agony.
"It was magic right?" Amy asked Buffy for confirmation quickly grabbing a bartender's tray up to cover herself while trying not to freak out. "I thought something was going on, but I just couldn't stop myself." Buffy herself looked like she had just been in a car crash only to get out and witness another one. She was looking around trying to replay the events of this evening. "Buffy!" Amy hissed at the girl finally getting her attention. "You might want to cover up with something." She told the fellow student.
Buffy frowned and looked down seemingly suddenly realising that she was nude. Worse than that she hadn't prepared herself for herself in the nude. She had expected some scratches and bruises but then there were the bites: the neat punctures of fangs and the ragged semicircles left by human teeth on her breasts, belly, buttocks, and thighs from what she could see. Spike had certainly gone to town on her body. She blushed a little as she looked around her body recalling some of the events that lead to the bites. She had an experience with Spike aka William the bloody, and… Oh my god! Xander! Her slayer mind kicking into gear Buffy knew she had to get back to the library and quick. "I've got to go," she said offhand almost in a daze. She lent down picking up some random men's shirt she found on the ground and quickly putting it on not caring that it wasn't hers. She found some skirt and put it. She moved past other people who were similarly in a confused state.
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Oz half staggered; half rolled out the vehicle. He almost desperate for air after being inside his van for so long. The fog or haze of being under the spell had finally lifted from his brain and left him a pounding headache which meant that he needed some air which he took in great lung fills. He was bare chested only in his boxer shorts, but he didn't care. He took a few steps away from the van trying to make sense of what had he been engaging in. His fellow lovemaking partner stepped out of the van too similarly keen on getting some air. He raised an eyebrow at her choice of outfit noting that Cordelia was simply wearing his t shirt and nothing else. Well, he had been quite keen on removing her clothes so he may or may have not ripped them. His shirt, one of his favourites was quite small on her barely past her hips rising up every time she took a step revealing her firm ass to the world and highlighting the fact that she was bottomless only served to make her seem somehow more nude.
"What have we been doing?" she asked him desperate for some answers. It was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on her and she was finally seeing sense. What on earth had seen been doing with Oz of all people?
Oz didn't have a reply for her. Why had he been doing this? He was out looking for Willow his girlfriend and had been overcome with a desire to be with Cordelia. To fuck her, to be inside her and make love to her in every which way. He cleared his throat well aware it was raspy and dry before speaking up. "We… we should go back to the library." That was the only thing that made sense right now.
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Pulling away from the kiss, Joyce gasped sharply as the lust spell was lifted and then sprang from Angel's embrace. "Oh god," she uttered looking back at the horrified vampire who too had moved away from her.
'How in the hell could he have let this happen?' was all that was running in his mind.
He had touched her, fucked her, feed on her and she had let him. She had encouraged him to do so and given him everything she had to offer. All this to a vampire who her daughter had been in love with! The woman jumped out of the bed and ran for the bathroom. Angel listened to the nauseating sounds of her being violently ill. 'Just shut the door and go away,' he told himself as he moved towards the bathroom as he knew that there was nothing, he could say that would cure what she was feeling. The sour smell of vomit clogged the air. She was sitting on the edge of the tub, her shoulders shaking. Crying. She looked up as Angel entered the room. "Go away," she begged. "I don't... Just leave me alone."
Angel shook his head. He looked around and found a washcloth, wet it and bent down to dab at her smeared face. Her hand shot out and knocked his hand away. "Don't touch me. Just get away!" She hissed at him. "Just get out!"
"Joyce," he started but she lashed at him again throwing some shampoo bottle at him.
"Get out!" She screamed and he decided that it was the best to do so. He went back into the bedroom and gathered some of his clothes before going back downstairs and gathering the rest of his clothes. 'How on earth did he allow this to happen?' was still running in his head as he came out into the night's air. It would be dawn soon and he had to get inside but he chose to risk it and head to the library as he needed answers to all this madness.