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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Buffy/Faith
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,451
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Vampire's Kiss
Chapter Three
The blood coursed through her like liquid fire, and she closed her eyes in
bliss. She wondered if this was the way an animal felt in the wild after a
kill. Her senses heightened, the taste of blood still warm and sweet in
her throat.
Buffy couldn’t help but think how beautiful Faith was in her savagery. The blood dripping down the corners of her mouth bordered on the obscene, but there was still something intensely erotic in her movements.
The way she licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste of life and the way her breast strained against the material of her shirt as she panted. At that moment she appeared larger than life walking toward Buffy, with the agile grace of a lioness.
Their eyes met through the gathering mist of the early evening, the atmosphere given an ethereal quality by the soft glow of moonlight blanketing the alley. The air was still, and time seemed suspended.
An age-old drama recreated itself, the slayer and the vampire, destined to always be embattled in a never-ending war. Buffy knew she should be on the offensive, and willed her body to react. Yet, she found she was rendered helplessly immobile by Faith’s unwavering gaze.
Faith closed the distance and drew the slayer into her arms roughly, as if claiming a prize. A strange heat radiated from her body, making her almost uncomfortable to touch. She grabbed a handful of Buffy’s hair, jerking her head back; exposing her neck.
The petite blonde struggled against arms that held her like steel bands, uncertain of the dark beauty’s intentions as her mouth moved ever closer to her. Buffy couldn’t recall ever being in the grip of anything stronger or more hypnotic. The closer those lips came to her own, the more she wanted them on her.
Faith licked the blonde’s lips lightly with her tongue, and then pulled back; enjoying the way Buffy’s lips pouted in anticipation of her kiss. Their faces were so close; Buffy could smell the blood still fresh on her breath. She was surprised at her lack of revulsion, and the wetness starting to seep between her legs.
The sensual brunette reached down and cupped Buffy’s mound, feeling her heat. She enjoyed the response it prompted, as she felt the exhalation of the smaller woman’s breath on her face. Faith’s lips turned into a slight smile as she slid her tongue slowly into Buffy’s mouth. Her fingers began to massage the blonde’s moist sex through the material of her pants.
Buffy groaned, thrusting herself into that unrelenting hand, losing all sense of reason or fear. Her instincts told her the heinous act she had just witnessed had to be dealt with. The burning urgency of her need pushed those instincts to the back of her mind. She followed as Faith motioned her towards the back of the alley, where a carriage sat waiting without its footman.
Faith half lifted, half threw Buffy into the carriage. Wild with lust her hands ripped the blonde’s shirt, as she lowered herself down the object of her desire. Even in the heat of a sexual frenzy, Faith was careful not to harm Buffy with her newly christened canines, as she ravaged one delectable breast, and then moved on to the other.
Buffy interlocked her legs with Faith’s and began to grind her pelvis in rhythmic circles, enjoying the feel of the friction it caused on her clit. Her body tensed as she rode the dark beauty’s thigh, needing the climax that she knew was dilydily approaching.
They rode each other desperately, each not worrying about what they could give, but the unbridled act of taking what they both needed. Lust fueled them, grunting and groping with hungry mouths, like two animals in rut.
When the time came it was Buffy, not Faith who delivered the bite, her face buried in the crook of the brunette’s shoulder, nipping her. As the convulsions washed over her body, she captured the flesh on Faith’s back; digging in her nails. Faith growled low in her throat, thrusting harder and faster toward her orgasm.
A figure lurked in the shadows, a spectator from the very beginning, watching the salacious scene unfold before his enraptured eyes. He had heard it’s calling, the mystical song of the cape and tracked it to this
place. There it lay, thrown in the gutter and overlooked by either slayer, as the violence ensued.
He couldn’t believe his good fortune, not only had he found the cape, but also witnessed the passion of those two lovely creatures, a passion that a hundred gold coins couldn’t have bought him from the finest whore.
He scurried through the alley, and snatched the cape, making haste to depart before he was detected. It was then that Faith felt it, a grating pain in her chest, like something had been ripped from her. Somehow, she knew the cape had been taken, and she had to get it back.
Buffy was no longer the object of her attentions as she wrenched herself free from her arms and left the carriage in pursuit of the thief. Her preternatural speed gave her the advantage, and she caught up with him in no time. She jostled him by the collar of his garment, holding him up to the light; wanting to see who she was about to disembowel.
Vesper held the cape to his chest possessively, even as his certain death loomed.
TBC
The blood coursed through her like liquid fire, and she closed her eyes in
bliss. She wondered if this was the way an animal felt in the wild after a
kill. Her senses heightened, the taste of blood still warm and sweet in
her throat.
Buffy couldn’t help but think how beautiful Faith was in her savagery. The blood dripping down the corners of her mouth bordered on the obscene, but there was still something intensely erotic in her movements.
The way she licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste of life and the way her breast strained against the material of her shirt as she panted. At that moment she appeared larger than life walking toward Buffy, with the agile grace of a lioness.
Their eyes met through the gathering mist of the early evening, the atmosphere given an ethereal quality by the soft glow of moonlight blanketing the alley. The air was still, and time seemed suspended.
An age-old drama recreated itself, the slayer and the vampire, destined to always be embattled in a never-ending war. Buffy knew she should be on the offensive, and willed her body to react. Yet, she found she was rendered helplessly immobile by Faith’s unwavering gaze.
Faith closed the distance and drew the slayer into her arms roughly, as if claiming a prize. A strange heat radiated from her body, making her almost uncomfortable to touch. She grabbed a handful of Buffy’s hair, jerking her head back; exposing her neck.
The petite blonde struggled against arms that held her like steel bands, uncertain of the dark beauty’s intentions as her mouth moved ever closer to her. Buffy couldn’t recall ever being in the grip of anything stronger or more hypnotic. The closer those lips came to her own, the more she wanted them on her.
Faith licked the blonde’s lips lightly with her tongue, and then pulled back; enjoying the way Buffy’s lips pouted in anticipation of her kiss. Their faces were so close; Buffy could smell the blood still fresh on her breath. She was surprised at her lack of revulsion, and the wetness starting to seep between her legs.
The sensual brunette reached down and cupped Buffy’s mound, feeling her heat. She enjoyed the response it prompted, as she felt the exhalation of the smaller woman’s breath on her face. Faith’s lips turned into a slight smile as she slid her tongue slowly into Buffy’s mouth. Her fingers began to massage the blonde’s moist sex through the material of her pants.
Buffy groaned, thrusting herself into that unrelenting hand, losing all sense of reason or fear. Her instincts told her the heinous act she had just witnessed had to be dealt with. The burning urgency of her need pushed those instincts to the back of her mind. She followed as Faith motioned her towards the back of the alley, where a carriage sat waiting without its footman.
Faith half lifted, half threw Buffy into the carriage. Wild with lust her hands ripped the blonde’s shirt, as she lowered herself down the object of her desire. Even in the heat of a sexual frenzy, Faith was careful not to harm Buffy with her newly christened canines, as she ravaged one delectable breast, and then moved on to the other.
Buffy interlocked her legs with Faith’s and began to grind her pelvis in rhythmic circles, enjoying the feel of the friction it caused on her clit. Her body tensed as she rode the dark beauty’s thigh, needing the climax that she knew was dilydily approaching.
They rode each other desperately, each not worrying about what they could give, but the unbridled act of taking what they both needed. Lust fueled them, grunting and groping with hungry mouths, like two animals in rut.
When the time came it was Buffy, not Faith who delivered the bite, her face buried in the crook of the brunette’s shoulder, nipping her. As the convulsions washed over her body, she captured the flesh on Faith’s back; digging in her nails. Faith growled low in her throat, thrusting harder and faster toward her orgasm.
A figure lurked in the shadows, a spectator from the very beginning, watching the salacious scene unfold before his enraptured eyes. He had heard it’s calling, the mystical song of the cape and tracked it to this
place. There it lay, thrown in the gutter and overlooked by either slayer, as the violence ensued.
He couldn’t believe his good fortune, not only had he found the cape, but also witnessed the passion of those two lovely creatures, a passion that a hundred gold coins couldn’t have bought him from the finest whore.
He scurried through the alley, and snatched the cape, making haste to depart before he was detected. It was then that Faith felt it, a grating pain in her chest, like something had been ripped from her. Somehow, she knew the cape had been taken, and she had to get it back.
Buffy was no longer the object of her attentions as she wrenched herself free from her arms and left the carriage in pursuit of the thief. Her preternatural speed gave her the advantage, and she caught up with him in no time. She jostled him by the collar of his garment, holding him up to the light; wanting to see who she was about to disembowel.
Vesper held the cape to his chest possessively, even as his certain death loomed.
TBC