The Tale of the Horny Ghost
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Night Two
Title: The Tale of the Horny Ghost Chapter 2
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
The striated beeping of her alarm jerked Willow out of her deep sleep the next morning. She stretched, feeling extremely well-rested. She sat up and looked over at her roommate’s bed. As usual Buffy had slept right through Willow’s alarm; the blond lay on her stomach with her head resting on folded arms. Willow saw that at some point during the night Buffy must have gotten rid of her pajama bottoms because the covers had ridden down, exposing the sleeping girl’s muscular legs and tight ass.
Willow felt a familiar tingling as she gazed at her friend’s perfectly smooth skin. No, bad Willow, she thought. You shouldn’t be ogling Buffy; she’s your best friend for heaven’s sake. Besides you know she’s straight, and you don’t even know if you like girls yet. What her mind was telling her was true. Even though her friendship with Tara was bringing confusing thoughts into the young witch’s head, she hadn’t done anything more than daydream. With a great effort she tore her eyes away and glanced at the time. She had an hour and a half to get ready for class. With clean cloths in hand she walked silently past Buffy’s bed and into the shower. When her morning ritual was done Willow took one last, long look at Buffy’s still-sleeping form and headed off to class.
***
Buffy had never had a more uneventful day. Class, class, and more class. There weren’t even any tests or quizzes to at least break up the monotony. At least she had gotten to ditch psychology when Giles ambushed her on campus to tell her about a suspected vampire nest. It had turned out to be nothing, just a few scraps of old clothing that had somehow gotten into one of Sunnydale’s oddly numerous tombs. She had finally been able to escape the very annoyed Giles while promising to keep and eye on the place, and headed home.
Since she wasn’t in psychology, Buffy hasn’t seen Willow all day and consequently the events of the previous night had been completely driven from her mind. Opening the door to her room, she found Willow sitting at her computer.
“Hey Wil,” Buffy said, startling the redhead out of her usual study-trance.
“Oh! Hey Buffy,” she replied. “Missed you in psych today.”
“Yeah, Giles had me clear out a bogus vamp nest, took most of the afternoon because he insisted on waiting for them to come back.”
“Didn’t he realize it was daytime?”
“Slipped his mind. That is until I, very politely, shoved him outside,” Buffy laughed. “I think our Mr. Giles is getting a bit too old for this stuff.”
“So, no vamps?”
“None, nice change of pace. So what did I miss in psych?”
It took Willow the better part of three hours to explain the day’s psychology lesson. Buffy was a bright person but didn’t take well to such a complex subject. After Willow decided to start from the beginning for the fourth time, Buffy started banging her head against the desk.
“Ok, I think I’m getting the “time to give up” signal loud and clear,” Willow said disappointedly.
“It’s not you Wil, it’s the subject.”
“Gotcha, it’s pretty late anyways.”
“Yeah and I have an 8 a.m. class tomorrow,” Buffy said with disgust.
“And you were making fun of me for a 10 a.m. class,” Willow replied. “Compared to 8, 10 isn’t so early.”
“They’re both early, at least as far as my schedule,” Buffy said wryly.
“Fine then, I’ll have the fun of sleeping in tomorrow,” Willow said.
***
Night lay like a blanket upon the two girls, who had long since fallen into a deep sleep. No troubling dreams came to them tonight. With a sound no louder than a whisper, one window slid open a few inches and a chill seeped inward. It flowed like a mist that filled up the entire room and caused Buffy to roll onto her back and unconsciously pull the covers up to her chin.
As if by a will of its own, the blanket slipped from her grasp and pulled slowly down. It continued down and landed in a soft pile at the foot of the bed. The same unseen force pulled Willow’s comforter aside and discarded it. One by one the buttons on Willow’s pajama top unbuttoned themselves, each going slowly down and down until the last one freed itself. The now-open pajamas were drawn to the sides, exposing her full breasts to the night air. Her nipples hardened on contact with the cool current from the open window. An invisible breeze caressed each breast, bringing a sigh from the sleeping girl.
At the same time, the indiscernible force slowly drew up the hem of Buffy’s silk pajamas. Up they went, over her taught abs and up over her milky-white breasts. The same embracing sensation cupped the slayer’s breasts, causing a moan of arousal, but still not waking her. The invisible touch trailed down her naval until it came into contact with her pajama pants. It tugged gently at the sides, drawing them down slowly under her ass, past her knees and finally discarded them onto the floor with the blanket. Goosebumps rose all over Buffy’s skin as the cold air touched her nearly-naked form.
Willow rolled over in her sleep, landing on her stomach with arms out to the side and her still-clothed rear slightly elevated off the bed. The pajama bottoms slowly pulled down over her smooth behind as the sleeves of her top disentangled themselves from her arms. The shirt floated off into a corner where it fell to the floor in an unceremonious heap. The breeze ran itself down Willow’s backside and in between her legs. It stroked her lips gently, eliciting a throaty moan from the slumbering witch.
Buffy involuntarily arched her back in pleasure when the invisible hand brushed her clit. Her womanhood was well aroused by this time and very wet by now. Stronger now, the unseen force pushed her legs apart while continuing its ministrations. Buffy’s hands grasped tightly to the bed as it entered her, an undetectable being pushing it’s way into her, filling her up.
Willow gasped into her pillow as the entity filled her up from behind. It began to move inside of her; in and out, faster and faster. Willow instinctively began to rock her hips backward with each unseen thrust, building towards climax. Buffy’s own hips began to thrust upwards to meet the intruder’s pulse. A load moan escaped her lips, bringing Willow to wakefulness.
At first Willow was unsure and confused, her body responding to the force driving into her. As her confusion lifted she looked back over her shoulder to see nothing but the far wall of the room. Her mind reeled as the pleasure built within her, nearing her peak. She looked over at Buffy to see her naked hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm while her moaning and panting increased in volume. Unable to prevent it, Willow cried out in orgasm, the being still thrusting into her.
Willow’s cry finally woke Buffy from her sleep just as her own orgasm hit her. Her mind sleep addled mind couldn’t make sense of the sensations flooding over it and she came, juices flowing over the bed. The force didn’t relent and Willow came again, crying out to Buffy.
“Buffy… uh! Help… ah!”
“Wil… ooh! What’s… uh! Going on?”
As her foggy mind cleared Buffy didn’t wait for an answer and jumped off her bed as fast and hard as she could. The invisible sensation left her and a wind began to circulate the room, knocking posters off of walls and stirring papers into a whirlwind. Buffy quickly grabbed Willow’s hand and bolted for the door.
Forcing it open and shutting it behind them, the leaned against the door, panting.
“What the hell was that?” Willow asked.
“Beats me,” Buffy replied, regaining her breath.
The two girls looked at each other, each then realizing their half-naked state. Buffy hastily pulled her shirt down past her breasts while Willow frantically pulled up the pajama bottoms that had been bunched at her knees. The nervously looked up and down the halls, but even their normally loud dorm was silent and deserted at this time of night.
“I don’t suppose you grabbed your keys?” Buffy asked.
“I didn’t really have time to think about it,” She replied.
The both thought for a moment, and then turned back to each other.
“Giles!” they said simultaneously.
***
Giles awoke to a frenzied knocking at his front door.
“Who could it bloody well be at this hour,” he wondered aloud, and then stopped short upon opening the door and finding two half-naked college girls shivering on the doorstep.
“Jeez how long does it take for you to wake up Giles were freezing out here,” Buffy said in exasperation.
“Well I should bloody well think so if you go running around like that,” he took in their appearance, Buffy standing fearless as usual, not even attempting to cover up her finely shaved womanhood. And Willow, nervously fidgeting with her arms crossed over her generous chest. “Come to think of it why are you standing naked at my doorway at 4 a.m.? This isn’t some sorority prank is it?”
“No, just let us in,” Willow pleaded. Giles, slightly bemused, ushered them into his apartment. When he had sat them down with hot chocolate and blankets he finally got the full story.
“Well that’s quite a tale,” he said, polishing his glasses. “I suppose it’s most likely to be a ghost, although there are a couple species of demons that prey on girls… sexually… but none that are invisible as you so graphically described. How did you get over here if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Luck, and darkness,” Buffy replied.
“You ran all the way here?”
“Yeah, dodging policemen and hoping like hell that there weren’t any vamps around, or worse yet frat boys.”
“Ah yes, well I suppose it’s all well and good that I got a place close to campus then,” Giles said. “I don’t think there’s anything that can be done tonight. Why don’t you both try and get some sleep. I’ve got a guest bedroom and I believe that couch folds out though I’ve never had occasion to test that theory.”
The couch did indeed fold out and Buffy was soon sound asleep, while Willow headed to the guest bedroom. Giles, shaking his head disparagingly, retired to his own room and was soon asleep as well.
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
The striated beeping of her alarm jerked Willow out of her deep sleep the next morning. She stretched, feeling extremely well-rested. She sat up and looked over at her roommate’s bed. As usual Buffy had slept right through Willow’s alarm; the blond lay on her stomach with her head resting on folded arms. Willow saw that at some point during the night Buffy must have gotten rid of her pajama bottoms because the covers had ridden down, exposing the sleeping girl’s muscular legs and tight ass.
Willow felt a familiar tingling as she gazed at her friend’s perfectly smooth skin. No, bad Willow, she thought. You shouldn’t be ogling Buffy; she’s your best friend for heaven’s sake. Besides you know she’s straight, and you don’t even know if you like girls yet. What her mind was telling her was true. Even though her friendship with Tara was bringing confusing thoughts into the young witch’s head, she hadn’t done anything more than daydream. With a great effort she tore her eyes away and glanced at the time. She had an hour and a half to get ready for class. With clean cloths in hand she walked silently past Buffy’s bed and into the shower. When her morning ritual was done Willow took one last, long look at Buffy’s still-sleeping form and headed off to class.
***
Buffy had never had a more uneventful day. Class, class, and more class. There weren’t even any tests or quizzes to at least break up the monotony. At least she had gotten to ditch psychology when Giles ambushed her on campus to tell her about a suspected vampire nest. It had turned out to be nothing, just a few scraps of old clothing that had somehow gotten into one of Sunnydale’s oddly numerous tombs. She had finally been able to escape the very annoyed Giles while promising to keep and eye on the place, and headed home.
Since she wasn’t in psychology, Buffy hasn’t seen Willow all day and consequently the events of the previous night had been completely driven from her mind. Opening the door to her room, she found Willow sitting at her computer.
“Hey Wil,” Buffy said, startling the redhead out of her usual study-trance.
“Oh! Hey Buffy,” she replied. “Missed you in psych today.”
“Yeah, Giles had me clear out a bogus vamp nest, took most of the afternoon because he insisted on waiting for them to come back.”
“Didn’t he realize it was daytime?”
“Slipped his mind. That is until I, very politely, shoved him outside,” Buffy laughed. “I think our Mr. Giles is getting a bit too old for this stuff.”
“So, no vamps?”
“None, nice change of pace. So what did I miss in psych?”
It took Willow the better part of three hours to explain the day’s psychology lesson. Buffy was a bright person but didn’t take well to such a complex subject. After Willow decided to start from the beginning for the fourth time, Buffy started banging her head against the desk.
“Ok, I think I’m getting the “time to give up” signal loud and clear,” Willow said disappointedly.
“It’s not you Wil, it’s the subject.”
“Gotcha, it’s pretty late anyways.”
“Yeah and I have an 8 a.m. class tomorrow,” Buffy said with disgust.
“And you were making fun of me for a 10 a.m. class,” Willow replied. “Compared to 8, 10 isn’t so early.”
“They’re both early, at least as far as my schedule,” Buffy said wryly.
“Fine then, I’ll have the fun of sleeping in tomorrow,” Willow said.
***
Night lay like a blanket upon the two girls, who had long since fallen into a deep sleep. No troubling dreams came to them tonight. With a sound no louder than a whisper, one window slid open a few inches and a chill seeped inward. It flowed like a mist that filled up the entire room and caused Buffy to roll onto her back and unconsciously pull the covers up to her chin.
As if by a will of its own, the blanket slipped from her grasp and pulled slowly down. It continued down and landed in a soft pile at the foot of the bed. The same unseen force pulled Willow’s comforter aside and discarded it. One by one the buttons on Willow’s pajama top unbuttoned themselves, each going slowly down and down until the last one freed itself. The now-open pajamas were drawn to the sides, exposing her full breasts to the night air. Her nipples hardened on contact with the cool current from the open window. An invisible breeze caressed each breast, bringing a sigh from the sleeping girl.
At the same time, the indiscernible force slowly drew up the hem of Buffy’s silk pajamas. Up they went, over her taught abs and up over her milky-white breasts. The same embracing sensation cupped the slayer’s breasts, causing a moan of arousal, but still not waking her. The invisible touch trailed down her naval until it came into contact with her pajama pants. It tugged gently at the sides, drawing them down slowly under her ass, past her knees and finally discarded them onto the floor with the blanket. Goosebumps rose all over Buffy’s skin as the cold air touched her nearly-naked form.
Willow rolled over in her sleep, landing on her stomach with arms out to the side and her still-clothed rear slightly elevated off the bed. The pajama bottoms slowly pulled down over her smooth behind as the sleeves of her top disentangled themselves from her arms. The shirt floated off into a corner where it fell to the floor in an unceremonious heap. The breeze ran itself down Willow’s backside and in between her legs. It stroked her lips gently, eliciting a throaty moan from the slumbering witch.
Buffy involuntarily arched her back in pleasure when the invisible hand brushed her clit. Her womanhood was well aroused by this time and very wet by now. Stronger now, the unseen force pushed her legs apart while continuing its ministrations. Buffy’s hands grasped tightly to the bed as it entered her, an undetectable being pushing it’s way into her, filling her up.
Willow gasped into her pillow as the entity filled her up from behind. It began to move inside of her; in and out, faster and faster. Willow instinctively began to rock her hips backward with each unseen thrust, building towards climax. Buffy’s own hips began to thrust upwards to meet the intruder’s pulse. A load moan escaped her lips, bringing Willow to wakefulness.
At first Willow was unsure and confused, her body responding to the force driving into her. As her confusion lifted she looked back over her shoulder to see nothing but the far wall of the room. Her mind reeled as the pleasure built within her, nearing her peak. She looked over at Buffy to see her naked hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm while her moaning and panting increased in volume. Unable to prevent it, Willow cried out in orgasm, the being still thrusting into her.
Willow’s cry finally woke Buffy from her sleep just as her own orgasm hit her. Her mind sleep addled mind couldn’t make sense of the sensations flooding over it and she came, juices flowing over the bed. The force didn’t relent and Willow came again, crying out to Buffy.
“Buffy… uh! Help… ah!”
“Wil… ooh! What’s… uh! Going on?”
As her foggy mind cleared Buffy didn’t wait for an answer and jumped off her bed as fast and hard as she could. The invisible sensation left her and a wind began to circulate the room, knocking posters off of walls and stirring papers into a whirlwind. Buffy quickly grabbed Willow’s hand and bolted for the door.
Forcing it open and shutting it behind them, the leaned against the door, panting.
“What the hell was that?” Willow asked.
“Beats me,” Buffy replied, regaining her breath.
The two girls looked at each other, each then realizing their half-naked state. Buffy hastily pulled her shirt down past her breasts while Willow frantically pulled up the pajama bottoms that had been bunched at her knees. The nervously looked up and down the halls, but even their normally loud dorm was silent and deserted at this time of night.
“I don’t suppose you grabbed your keys?” Buffy asked.
“I didn’t really have time to think about it,” She replied.
The both thought for a moment, and then turned back to each other.
“Giles!” they said simultaneously.
***
Giles awoke to a frenzied knocking at his front door.
“Who could it bloody well be at this hour,” he wondered aloud, and then stopped short upon opening the door and finding two half-naked college girls shivering on the doorstep.
“Jeez how long does it take for you to wake up Giles were freezing out here,” Buffy said in exasperation.
“Well I should bloody well think so if you go running around like that,” he took in their appearance, Buffy standing fearless as usual, not even attempting to cover up her finely shaved womanhood. And Willow, nervously fidgeting with her arms crossed over her generous chest. “Come to think of it why are you standing naked at my doorway at 4 a.m.? This isn’t some sorority prank is it?”
“No, just let us in,” Willow pleaded. Giles, slightly bemused, ushered them into his apartment. When he had sat them down with hot chocolate and blankets he finally got the full story.
“Well that’s quite a tale,” he said, polishing his glasses. “I suppose it’s most likely to be a ghost, although there are a couple species of demons that prey on girls… sexually… but none that are invisible as you so graphically described. How did you get over here if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Luck, and darkness,” Buffy replied.
“You ran all the way here?”
“Yeah, dodging policemen and hoping like hell that there weren’t any vamps around, or worse yet frat boys.”
“Ah yes, well I suppose it’s all well and good that I got a place close to campus then,” Giles said. “I don’t think there’s anything that can be done tonight. Why don’t you both try and get some sleep. I’ve got a guest bedroom and I believe that couch folds out though I’ve never had occasion to test that theory.”
The couch did indeed fold out and Buffy was soon sound asleep, while Willow headed to the guest bedroom. Giles, shaking his head disparagingly, retired to his own room and was soon asleep as well.