The Tale of the Horny Ghost
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
10,338
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Night One
Title: The Tale of the Horny Ghost Chapter 1
Author: Megan Laurent
Pairing: Buffy/other, Willow/other, Willow/Buffy
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: Set sometime in season 4 after Oz leaves but before Willow and Tara get together.
Disclaimers: Buffyverse and its characters belong to Joss Whedon. I decree that no profit shall come from this story, but it does belong to me. Of course I don’t really care what anyone does with it as long as it’s all legal.
Warnings: Female/female sex, paranormal sexual encounters, mind control
A cemetery at midnight, why was it always a cemetery at midnight. Whether foggy, impossibly dark, or incredibly dangerous Buffy the Vampire Slayer still patrolled relentlessly. It had become so routine that mostly she did it on autopilot, her mind wandering far and wide, usually about this boy or that. This patrol was no different. Buffy felt as though she were simply a passenger as her feet dragged her along a meandering course through the wooded cemetery.
And then she was suddenly knocked down. Lying flat on her face, she tried to analyze the situation. The blow had come from behind. She rolled over to face her attacker. A humanoid-looking creature towered over her, its form was so dark she couldn’t make out any features. Kick it, hard. She sent her right foot out towards its knee with crushing force. Only her kick moved impossibly slow, like she was caught in molasses, and the creature effortlessly blocked it and pushed her back down.
Buffy looked up, seeing the creatures eyes for the first time. Brilliant green glowing eyes that seemed to pierce right through the veil of darkness that shrouded the monster’s features. She stared directly into those shining lamps and felt her body begin to relax. She felt as though she were falling into a deep sleep, but was still aware of everything around her.
She felt a claw, cold but not slimy touch her bare midriff. She shivered at the touch. It slid upward; she looked down only to see it disappear under the hem of her shirt. With a sudden jerk it ripped her shirt open from bottom to top. The force of the rip caused the halved sections of the shirt to fly open, revealing her bra-less creamy-white breasts to the cool night air. She gasped as her nipples hardened immediately.
A soft hand reached out to caress her right breast. It drew lazy circles around it, smaller and smaller and then gave a small tug on the nipple, causing Buffy to moan. It moved to the other milky globe, giving it the same treatment. Buffy arched her back involuntarily into the monster’s hand. The claw extended again, this time down to her pants. With one smooth motion it sliced her sweat-pants and panties in two.
Buffy couldn’t help but moan louder as the soft hand dipped lower, past her midriff and down to her smooth lips. Her breath started sharply as it circled her clit. Simultaneously the claw traced its way back up her inner thigh, towards her center. It reached and circled her soaked womanhood. She cried out in ecstasy as the hand pinched her clit and the claw buried itself inside her. It was so big she felt as if she would burst. It pulled out almost completely and then thrust inside, and again, and again until Buffy could stand no more pleasure…
…With a start she woke up. Her brow was damp with sweat, her breathing heavy. She looked down to find that under her covers, her hand was deep inside her silk pajama bottoms, with two fingers inside herself as far as they would go. Startled by a low moan, Buffy hastily withdrew her hand and looked over to her roommate’s bed. Willow was lying on her back, her covers kicked completely off the bed. Her right hand caressed her breast through the cotton of her pajamas while another was thrust into the bottoms, obviously doing what Buffy had just woken up in the middle of.
As Willow’s moans of bliss became more intense, Buffy surreptitiously sat up in her bed and saw to her surprise that Willow seemed to be asleep. The redheads back suddenly arched off the bed and then collapsed back in obvious post-orgasm exhaustion. Willow lay still, her breathing regulating itself and her hands relaxing to her sides as she fell into a deeper, dreamless sleep.
Buffy lay back, half embarrassed at watching her friend in such an intimate moment and half turned on by the whole situation. Her hand drifted back down to her sweat drenched pajama bottoms. Already started from before, it didn’t take her long to build up a steady rhythm, pounding her fingers into herself. An idea struck her and, biting her lip to keep from waking her roommate, Buffy quietly slid out of her bed, making a quick stop at her closet and slipped into the bathroom.
Needing a quick release, she unceremoniously pulled down her pajamas, sat down on the toilet, and thrust the 8 inch dildo she had retrieved from the closet into her waiting pussy. She thrust it in and out wildly until she came, gushing all over the seat. Satisfied, she sat still for a moment before her mind returned to itself. Moving to the sink she washed off her dildo and then her hands.
Buffy looked at her flushed face in the mirror and wondered at the fact that both she and Willow had been having erotic dreams at the same time. If I hadn’t woken up right then I would’ve probably done the same as she did, maybe I ought to tell her tomorrow. Buffy retrieved her pajama pants from the floor and, shutting off the bathroom light, quietly reentered the room. Willow hadn’t moved and her breathing was quiet now. On a whim, she tossed her soaked pajama bottoms into the closet drawer where she put away her dildo. She’ll be gone before I even wake up anyway, she loves those early classes. Satiated and exhausted, Buffy climbed back into bed and was asleep within seconds.
Author: Megan Laurent
Pairing: Buffy/other, Willow/other, Willow/Buffy
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: Set sometime in season 4 after Oz leaves but before Willow and Tara get together.
Disclaimers: Buffyverse and its characters belong to Joss Whedon. I decree that no profit shall come from this story, but it does belong to me. Of course I don’t really care what anyone does with it as long as it’s all legal.
Warnings: Female/female sex, paranormal sexual encounters, mind control
A cemetery at midnight, why was it always a cemetery at midnight. Whether foggy, impossibly dark, or incredibly dangerous Buffy the Vampire Slayer still patrolled relentlessly. It had become so routine that mostly she did it on autopilot, her mind wandering far and wide, usually about this boy or that. This patrol was no different. Buffy felt as though she were simply a passenger as her feet dragged her along a meandering course through the wooded cemetery.
And then she was suddenly knocked down. Lying flat on her face, she tried to analyze the situation. The blow had come from behind. She rolled over to face her attacker. A humanoid-looking creature towered over her, its form was so dark she couldn’t make out any features. Kick it, hard. She sent her right foot out towards its knee with crushing force. Only her kick moved impossibly slow, like she was caught in molasses, and the creature effortlessly blocked it and pushed her back down.
Buffy looked up, seeing the creatures eyes for the first time. Brilliant green glowing eyes that seemed to pierce right through the veil of darkness that shrouded the monster’s features. She stared directly into those shining lamps and felt her body begin to relax. She felt as though she were falling into a deep sleep, but was still aware of everything around her.
She felt a claw, cold but not slimy touch her bare midriff. She shivered at the touch. It slid upward; she looked down only to see it disappear under the hem of her shirt. With a sudden jerk it ripped her shirt open from bottom to top. The force of the rip caused the halved sections of the shirt to fly open, revealing her bra-less creamy-white breasts to the cool night air. She gasped as her nipples hardened immediately.
A soft hand reached out to caress her right breast. It drew lazy circles around it, smaller and smaller and then gave a small tug on the nipple, causing Buffy to moan. It moved to the other milky globe, giving it the same treatment. Buffy arched her back involuntarily into the monster’s hand. The claw extended again, this time down to her pants. With one smooth motion it sliced her sweat-pants and panties in two.
Buffy couldn’t help but moan louder as the soft hand dipped lower, past her midriff and down to her smooth lips. Her breath started sharply as it circled her clit. Simultaneously the claw traced its way back up her inner thigh, towards her center. It reached and circled her soaked womanhood. She cried out in ecstasy as the hand pinched her clit and the claw buried itself inside her. It was so big she felt as if she would burst. It pulled out almost completely and then thrust inside, and again, and again until Buffy could stand no more pleasure…
…With a start she woke up. Her brow was damp with sweat, her breathing heavy. She looked down to find that under her covers, her hand was deep inside her silk pajama bottoms, with two fingers inside herself as far as they would go. Startled by a low moan, Buffy hastily withdrew her hand and looked over to her roommate’s bed. Willow was lying on her back, her covers kicked completely off the bed. Her right hand caressed her breast through the cotton of her pajamas while another was thrust into the bottoms, obviously doing what Buffy had just woken up in the middle of.
As Willow’s moans of bliss became more intense, Buffy surreptitiously sat up in her bed and saw to her surprise that Willow seemed to be asleep. The redheads back suddenly arched off the bed and then collapsed back in obvious post-orgasm exhaustion. Willow lay still, her breathing regulating itself and her hands relaxing to her sides as she fell into a deeper, dreamless sleep.
Buffy lay back, half embarrassed at watching her friend in such an intimate moment and half turned on by the whole situation. Her hand drifted back down to her sweat drenched pajama bottoms. Already started from before, it didn’t take her long to build up a steady rhythm, pounding her fingers into herself. An idea struck her and, biting her lip to keep from waking her roommate, Buffy quietly slid out of her bed, making a quick stop at her closet and slipped into the bathroom.
Needing a quick release, she unceremoniously pulled down her pajamas, sat down on the toilet, and thrust the 8 inch dildo she had retrieved from the closet into her waiting pussy. She thrust it in and out wildly until she came, gushing all over the seat. Satisfied, she sat still for a moment before her mind returned to itself. Moving to the sink she washed off her dildo and then her hands.
Buffy looked at her flushed face in the mirror and wondered at the fact that both she and Willow had been having erotic dreams at the same time. If I hadn’t woken up right then I would’ve probably done the same as she did, maybe I ought to tell her tomorrow. Buffy retrieved her pajama pants from the floor and, shutting off the bathroom light, quietly reentered the room. Willow hadn’t moved and her breathing was quiet now. On a whim, she tossed her soaked pajama bottoms into the closet drawer where she put away her dildo. She’ll be gone before I even wake up anyway, she loves those early classes. Satiated and exhausted, Buffy climbed back into bed and was asleep within seconds.