Sated

Title: Sated
Chapter 4/?
A BTVS Erotic Drama in Novel Form.
By: Ozmandayus

Summary: The Sin City vacation begins, Spike deals with the morning after, a secret alliance is formed.

Spoilers: Okay, end of season six, except Joyce never died in season five. Buffy did die and was brought back. Xander and Anya broke up in early 2001. They are friends only. Faith was released from jail on parole in October 2001. Xander helped her get a place to stay and a job. Xanand and Buffy secretly hooked up a month before this road trip. Did you get all that?

Rating: Extremely NC 17 for Violence and Intense Sexual Situations. This will contain F/F, M/F, and F/M/F Three-Way Sex. Rough Sex, Sex Toys, and Light Bondage as well. You have been warned.

Category: Drama/Romance/Angst

Couples: B/X, F/X, F/B, B/X/F, and Spike/Anya UST.

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns everything. Suing me would be such a waste of time and money :)

Beta Read By: Lorificus the Great aka Lori Bush

Distribution: Anywhere as long as you tell me first.

Feedback: mrsinister@mailhost.chi.ameritech.net

Author’s Notes 1: If this fic doesn't arouse you then I'm not doing my job. And I intend to do my job!

Author’s Notes 2: As usual in my BTVS NC-17 fics, assume the Watcher's
Council provides 100% not-one-little-guy-getting-through birth control to their Slayers. This is fanfic, not real life. Wrap it up every time.

Author’s Notes 3: I'd like to thank the following: Lori, Melissa, TC,
Dale, Brooke, C-Man, Anthony, Lesley, Zar, John McCarrick, Bruce, Ice
Wing, Joseph Tedeschi, Xandman 2000, Boulder, Andy, Wicked Raygun,
Socrates, Fulgour, Tony Convey, Jen (Saturn Girl), Calen, Angel Luv,
Morgana Carbrera, Stephen Howe, Queen Angel, Ta'al, Saffi, Xican,
Manoverhall, Duncan, Eric, Josh, Calen, Jellie Klunder, Mia, Rodz15, Rebecca, Mouse,
Mad Poetess, Reddygirl, kris, Vahn , Tracey, and the wonderful Queen Angel.

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The Alexis Park Resort
375 East Harmon
Monday, June 6, 2002 9:10 AM
Las Vegas, Nevada

His shades did little to protect him from the intense glare of the sun’s rays as he opened the car door. "I hate this goddamn fucking heat," Tony cursed under his breath as he got out of the passenger side of the rented black BMW 850I. "Let's go in and get this done." With a Newport dangling from his lip, he began walking toward the entrance of the hotel.

Clyde's long, lanky frame slid out of the driver’s side door, followed by Herc and Stevo in the back seat. All four men wore shades and no jackets. The temperature was a sweltering 97 degrees and the sun beat down on them unmercifully.

Such was the state of things in the desert.

Their plane touched down at North Las Vegas Airport not more than 45 minutes before. Tony had arranged for a car to be waiting for them. He had hoped that this would be a simple one, two, three trip. Confront the kid, get the car back, drive home.

Unfortunately for them, life didn't flow in the order you wished it would.


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"Welcome to the Alexis Park Resort. My name is Claire. How may I help you?"

Tony couldn't help but to notice the barest hint of cleavage peaking through blonde’s blouse at the front desk. "Good morning, Claire. I need some information."

"What can I do for you?"

"I need to speak to one of your guests. His name is Alexander Harris.
Has he checked in yet?"

The clerk began typing into her computer. "Mr. Harris was due to check in yesterday, but he hasn't yet. If he was driving up here then the storm probably delayed him. I can take ssagssage for you if you would like?"

"Yes, that would help me a great deal. My name is Tony Salvatore and I own the car rental dealer he rented a car from yesterday. I’ve tried to reach him at his cell phone number, but so far I haven’t had any luck. There’s a problem with the car and he needs to know this."

Taking a small note pad from a drawer, the clerk began writing down the information Tony was giving her. "As soon as he checks in I'll make sure he knows a very important message is waiting for him."

Offering the young woman a wider smile than necessary, Tony thanked her and walked back over the sitting area of the lobby where the guys sat.
"The kid ain't showed up yet. Let's grab some breakfast. After that we can crash here until he arrives."

Stevo put his cigarette out and stood to his feet. "Do you think he could have possibly discovered the cargo?"

Tony adjusted the Rolex watch on his wrist. "I doubt it. That compartment was specially made. A crowbar couldn't open it without the key. It's damn near bomb proof. It would take at least a week before the body's odor would begin to stink up the car. Most likely this Alexander kid don't know nothing."

"And if he does?" Herc asked, holding the door open for Tony.

"Then I will be forced to choose a more final solution to this problem."


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"Claire?"

"Yeah, Jess?"

"A message for a Mr. Alexander Harris just showed up on my computer."

"Yeah, I just took it from this jerk a few minutes ago. The letch was staring at my chest the whole time."

Jess shook her head, knowing the type. "We had a booking miscalculation and had to get arrange for him to stay at the Soleil. He's not going to be staying here."

"Oh well, these things happen. When that guy comes back I'll tell him he's not here."

"You should probably give Mr. Harris a call at his new hotel."

"Oh, I will. But when that jerk comes back in I'm going to tell him I don't know where Mr. Harris will be staying. Mr. Harris can contact him on his own."

"But that's not hotel policy," Jess said in a mock proper tone, smiling.

"Oh yes, hotel policy," Claire thought to herself, tapping her head.
"I've heard of that once or twice."

Both women laughed.

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Club de Soliel
Located west of the four corners of the Las Vegas Strip
Monday, June 6, 2002 10:45 AM
Sunnydale, Ca

"520, 521, 522, ah ha. Room 523," Xander grinned with excitement. He set his bags outside the mahogany door, with Buffy and Faith right behind him. "I will now use this key to open this door, thrusting us into the lap of luxury."

"I'm all for a good round of thrusting," Faith teased, removing her sunglasses. "Open the damn door, Xander."

He put both of his hands in the air, palms up. "Wait. Savor the luxury. Become one with the class. Absorb the way the other half lives."

"Dear, I love you, but you're nuts." With a smile Buffy removed the key from his hand and unlocked the door. One little push later and it opened. "Wow!"

When Xander answered his pager before they left the motel, the original hotel’s manager told him that the room he paid for was unavailable. A mix-up somehow occurred and his room, which was supposed to have been vacant yesterday, was now booked through the middle of next week. After apologizing profusely, the manager of the Alexis Park Resort did him one better. The person who owned the Alexis hotel also owned Club de Soliel, an even more luxurious hotel that was often frequented by stars when they visited Sin City. Xander was offered a luxury suite at the Club de Soliel for five days rather than then ten he paid for. It was quickly decided that the offer of a shortened trip for a more luxurious suite, one that movie stars had stayed in, was not something they wanted to pass up.

"Damn!" Faith exclaimed, dropping her suitcase next to the others near the door. She followed Xander and Buffy into the spacious living room, looking all around, highly impressed. The French-Mediterranean decor was beautiful, to say the least, creating a very natural feel using earone one colors throughout. Five paintings in gorgeous auburn frames adorned the white walls along with a huge off-white sectional couch in the center of the room, complimented by two large glass tables. The carpet was a very light brown and so lush it felt like it was over an inch deep. Large exotic plants sat in all four corners as the three guests made their walk around.

Xander reached for Buffy's hand while touring the suite. A large stone fireplace in front of the sectional couch completed the living room’s masterful design. "Buffy?"

She squeezed his hand, half leading him past the living room to the kitchen. "Yeah?"

"Is this place amazing or what?"

"I’ll take amazing for $800.00, Alex."

Faith ran her fingers over some of the remarkably vibrant oil paintings on the wall. Everything in the room was rich in color, creating a soothing atmosphere that could not be denied. Looking down at a small table near the fireplace, she picked up what appeared to be a remote control. "Where's the damn TV?" she pondered, looking around in vain. Giving the remote a press, her face broke out into a huge smile when a large screen TV lowered from the ceiling. "That is so kick ass."

The kitchen was bathed in beige, complete with wonderfully crafted drawers and shelves along with a rose-shaped glass ceiling fan. Though not very large it was still far classier than any kitchen Buffy or Xander had ever been in. "It's nice that they have a stove an all. But we are living offroomroom service. Me and my baby ain't cooking nothing."

Fingering the beautifully crafted table with its oak finish, Buffy just took it all in. "This is going to be the best vacation ever." She giggled when Xander grabbed her from behind. "Let's check out the bedroom."

Like he wouldn't follow her anywhere.

They moved back into the living room and hooked a left into a small hallway. Choosing the door on the right, they walked in.

"What took you guys so long?" Faith asked with a naughty grin, laying spread eagle on the bed. King-sized almost didn't sound large enough to fit the description. The bed was huge and looked so soft that you could make out an outline of Faith's body as she laid on it. There was a huge mirror on the ceiling above the bed, something all three noticed, but didn't acknowledge out loud.

That would come later, among other things.

Pale blue sheets and matching pillows combined with the black walls and carpet in providing a provocative bedroom, to say the least. A large closet and two dressers were the extent of the bedroom’s furnishings.

Following the light streaming into the room, Buffy could see through the white curtains as she approached the terrace. "Oh my God!"

A taste of the lavish lifestyle was to be savored within this neon desert. The view from this terrace, complete with its stylish wrought iron banister, was nothing short of spectacular. Lush landscaping and a serene mountainous backdrop surrounded the hotel. A soothing atmosphere was promised in the hotel’s brochures and as Buffy stood on the terrace, looking out over the large swimming pool below and the gorgeous view above, she knew they told the truth.

Xander stepped onto the shaded terrace, enjoying the protection from the heat. "You can see the Grand Canyon from here."

"I know. I was just thinking that."

"HELLO PEOPLE! I'M LYING ON THE BED WITH MY LEGS OPEN! HELLO!"

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Faith," Xander laughed as he wrapped one arm around Buffy’s waist. "Come on, Faith. You gotta see this."

With a slight frown, she leapt off the bed and joined them on the terrace. "Woah!"

"Exactly." Buffy couldn't see anything she recognized and she loved it. The sheer fact that Vegas was completely different from a small town like Sunnydale only heightened her enjoyment. Hotels, casinos, nightclubs, restaurants, and strip joints lay out before them, stretched seemingly in every direction, as far as the eye could see. Even during the day Las Vegas looked amazing. They all knew they were going to lose their minds when they saw it tonight.

Standing on the other side of Xander, Faith took in the scenery. This was a far cry from one year ago when she was still locked in a jail cell. She turns quiet and reflective for a moment, taking a deep breath, inhaling the hot desert air. This freedom felt good to her and she cherished it far more than she could ever hope to express. "We've got five whole days to enjoy this place and this city. We are going to set this motherfucking town on fire."

"You don't mean that literally, do you?" Xander joked. "Ow!" Faith elbowed him, but then he wrapped his other arm around her waist, keeping it a little looser than his hold on Buffy. "I knew you didn't mean you wanted to set the town on fire literally."

Faith rolled her eyeidiniding a grin. "You looked suspicious."

"He looked cautious," Buffy interjected, teasing the other Slayer.

"You taking up for your man, B? He thinks I want to burn down the city."

Xander lowered an exaggerated kiss to Faith's cheek, causing her to wipe it off as soon as he finished. "I didn’t think wan wanted to burn down the city. Maybe tinge it. Smoke it up a little."

"At the very most set a car fire."

"Okay, I've taken comedians as my lovers. Real funny."

Buffy leaned a little closer to her boyfriend. "We try."

"Hey, Buff?"

"Yeah, Xan?"

"We're Faith's lovers."

"I know. Aren't we the coolest?"

"Totally."

"I can throw both of you off this terrace, you know." Faith threatened, then followed up with a round of everyone sticking their tongues out at each other. Faith felt happy to be enjoying herself with her friends. Even without the more amorous suspect to their friendship, she knew she was going to really have a good time on this trip.

The wind blew a gust of hot air, forever etching in their minds that Vegas was every bit the desert everyone said it was. Buffy stretched her arms, happy the long car ride was finished and they were finally here. "Let's get inside, turn on the air conditioner, unpack, and decide what we’re going to do today."


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Buffy and Xander lay on their stomachs at the end of the bed watching music videos on the twenty-inch TV in their bedroom. Faith was in the other room checking in with her parole officer.

Buffy's eyes closed and a smile came over her face when fingers began combing through her hair. "That feels nice."

Xander leaned in close, kissing the side of her head. "That's the idea, sweetheart." He continued his tender ministrations, laying right next to her, touching her while she relaxed. He lived for little moments like this. "Any idea's on what we should do today?"

Sighing from the sweet attention he was giving to her, Buffy replied, "How about we do some Formula One Racing at that test circuit? We've got some discount coupons and I wouldn't mind racing around the track a few times. I'm in the mood for something pulse pounding." While the fingers massaging her head kept their wonderful work going, her boyfriend remained silent. "You better not make a crack about my driving."

"Buffy..."

"Not one word."

"Sweetie."

"I don't even want to hear it."

"I wasn't going to say anything bad."

"Really?"

"No, Actually I was going to see if I could get a life insurance policy on you before we get to the track. A very large life insurance policy. One that will insure my great-grandkids are born with silver spoons in their mouths."

"For what? Every time I die you bring me back."

A whimsical expression came over his face. "Point taken." "Racing sounds good to me. Let's see what Faith thinks when she comes back in."

Nodding, Buffy added, "Xander, sit up." She sat up herself and patted her lap, motioning for him to lay his head down. As soon as he did she began running her fingers over his head, combing through his hair. "I am so in love with you, Mr. Harris," she spoke softly.

"I..."

"No, wait. I have a few things to say." His gaze up at her was his response. "Xander, we are as imperfect as two people could be. Lord knows I've made a ton of mistakes and have treated people badly from time to time. And even though I can honestly say I've never done that on purpose, the fact remains I've done it. But I just want you to know how much I need you in my life. How much I appreciate your love and friendship and honesty. I never have to question you or your motives. That's a wonderful aspect to our relationship." Buffy smiled when she heard him purr in her lap. "That's right, soak up all the love."

"Meow."

Of course she laughed. "This trip is wonderful. This hotel is wonderful. You are wonderful. I can't thank you enough for taking me."

"I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself without you. I can barely sleep without you these days."

"That's sweet." Her voice held a shy quality that reminded him of her younger self, before the years stripped her bare of innocence. It was nice to know that the softer Buffy of days long past was still present in her subconscious.

"It's the truth."

Her hands left his hair as her arms wrapped around his neck, causing her to lean over him. "I'm going to make sure you have a great time on this trip."

"Hey, that's my line. You go get your own. I think we passed a 'Lines for Sale' shop on the way here."

"I only want your lines," she sing-songed to him, kissing his forehead. "It's important to me that I do more than save the world. I just want to make sure that my loved ones know I love them. Everything’s not about me."

"To me, everything is."

"But you're in love with me. That's the way it's supposed to be. I'm talking about just the normal, everyday aspect of me caring about what other people go through. I've got to get myself out of this 'Woe-Is-Buffy' phase," she admitted honestly.

"You've had a tough year."

"You've had a tough life. Things didn't start going downhill for me until I arrived in Sunnydale. For 15 years I lived a normal teenager's life. What you and Faith lived through is something I can't relate to."

"We've faced far more human horrors." Xander saw flashes of things past, of family and anger and rage. He'd been removed from that for a while, but he could never forget. "What's important is now, sweetheart. You and I are alive and healthy and together. That's all that matters to me. And Faith has paid for her crimes and come out a better on. on. She's turned the corner."

"So has Spike."

He knew that in a mature relationship each person had the right to his or her opinion. As long as one respected rules, disagreements could exist. "You really believe that?"

"Honestly, yes. I do." She knew they would never see eye to eye on this, but her opinion stood as her own.

"It's possible, I suppose."

"Let's talk about something else."

Xander rose up and pulled Buffy into his arms, with her knees between his legs. "Well, we're sitting on this very soft, very spacious bed. What would you like to talk about?" His smile was sexy and irresistible.

"You look like you want to play."

"You sound like you want to play."

"I always like to play with you."

"That's because I have a big dick."

"I should kick your ass just for saying that."

"Tell me it ain't the truth?"

"Riley had a big diHe dHe didn't know how to use it. They are overrated, you know."

"No, I wouldn't know from personal experience." Their faces inched closer and Xander pulled her tighter in his arms.

"A large penis is great in a man’s eyes. But for a woman it's like driving a large car. It's bigger, but it's just another car at the end of the day."

"Well, why don't I just jump off the roof?" Her giggles warmed his heart.

"What I mean is that a large penis is only one aspect of the total package. Parker was a jerk, but he was my second best ever and I know he couldn't have been more than 5 inches, hard."

"Am I in the top spot?"

"Oh, hell yes."

"Top-Spot Xander, I am."

"Seriously though, Parker knew how to hit it. He had good stamina, he knew how to kiss and use his fingers. Riley could go deep and had width, but he wasn't...ah...."

"A marathon man like myself?" Xander beamed with pride.

Buffy shook her head, chuckling. "No, he wasn't. Riley was a good lover. Didn't like to use his tongue though. Not great, but good. Parker was a great lover and an absolute jerk. Still, I have to take half the blame. He certainly didn't force himself on me. Angel was...intense, being my first time and all. Plus, I was head over heels in love at the time. Being with Spike was a very dark experience. I was trying to forget about the world and just die. True pleasure didn't factor in at all."

"I love you."

Buffy wasn't sure why he said that at this time, but it always made her feel better. "I love you, too."

Staring into her blue-green eyes, he wondered, not for the first time, how he ever got so lucky as to have won her heart. "And I am in the mood to play."

Buffy leaned forward, whispering, "By all means, take your turn first."

Xander lowered his head and caught Buffy's lower lip with his teeth, biting her softly. Her mouth clung to his for endless seconds, gladly accepting such punishment. They had perfected the ways to pleasure each other with their lips and they used this knowledge now, compiling one sensuous kiss after another. He licked the bite he'd left on her lip before breaking off the kiss. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Xander reached for one of Buffy's hands and drew it down to the heat and steel of his throbbing cock.

"Of course. I own you," she whispered against his lips so possessively. "You belong to me. Forever." She cupped him gently, letting her palm warm, and in turn be warmed by, his excitement - his desire for her. It was hard to believe she had this effect on him - it had been so long since she'd felt desirable enough to have this sort of effect on anyone.

Spike's attraction to her was a tool to be used.

Xander's attraction to her was coveted.

"You are so hard for me already," Buffy taunted, leaving all traces of the good girl in the dust. It gave her a sense of power, and she knew she liked it. She kept her palm right there and twined her other hand through Xander's hair, pulling his face to hers; kissing him with newfound aggression.

"This time we play by my rules," Xander ordered between kisses, accepting no rebuttal. Amazing what a little shot of confidence could do, that and the woman of your dreams moaning into your mouth as she swallowed your tongue whole. He leaned backward, dragging her with him as they fell to the mattress in a tangle of passion and heat and wet, delicious kisses.

Buffy cradled him between her legs, lining their bodies up so that hard rested against soft. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hips arched up from the bed, grinding into him. The passion flared so quickly between these two. It just consumed and consumed until there was nothing left but the exhaustion of ecstasy. "Your way, baby. You set the rules."

"Do you trust me?"

Buffy lapped at his mouth, tasting smoky and hot under her tongue. "With my life. With my sou
"
"That's good to know." She tasted sweet, soft and creamy and mysteriously rich. Jesus, he wanted to drown in her, would willingly submerge his life within hers. He could hear himself groaning, raw in his throat, but couldn't stop kissing her so deeply that he could feel her pulse against his tongue. Under his hands her body was on fire. She felt the heat of him burning into her. The fingers she twisted into his hair should have hurt his scalp but he never noticed.

They liked it a little rough.

Xander held Buffy's face as his tongue bathed her own, invading and being invaded in the most passionate way. They both felt the bed dip and slowly pulled away from their kiss. Faith lay down next to them.

"I thought we had an agreement. There will be no fucking without me on this trip. You two are breaking the rules already," she explained in a soft, sultry way, leaning in close to both of their faces, her dark tresses framing her lovely face.

Xander pressed another quick kiss to Buffy's lips. "Do you see fucking? I see no fucking here. This bed has been fuck-free since you left the room."

"I can see your hard-on. You're pressed right on top of Buffy's goodies and she has her legs wrapped around your waist, dying to get you inside. I see the prelude to fucking. A pre-fuck if you will," Faith added, now resting her head on Buffy's shoulder.

"But that's the thing," Buffy noted. "This would classify as more of a dry hump than actual fucking. So, in essence, the agreement stands."

"And since you have falsely accused us, you have a penalty to pay."

Faith licked her lips while rising up until she was directly between them. Her words came in a whisper, her eyes burned with a dark decadence. "Then by all means, spank me."

Buffy arched an eyebrow, curious, looking quite amused. "Spank you? You want us to spank you? To smack your sweet little bare ass until it turns all red? Is that what you want?"

"Okay, Buffy. You just made me wet."

Xander moved out of Buffy's embrace and behind Faith, now trapping her in the middle. Buffy turned a little, now resting on her side. Both Buffy and Xander snuggled up to Faith, nearly smothering her. "Sweetheart?"

"Yes, dear?" Buffy answered while staring into Faith's eyes.

"She has to pay."

"Oh, I agree. She’s been bad, falsely accusing us and all. We cannot let this slide. If she disobeys us once she might do it again."

Faith's tur turned evil with glee when both Buffy and Xander gasped as she cupped the cock behind her and pussy in front. "I need to be punished. I've been a bad girl."

Her sexy delivery flowed straight to Buffy's sex and Xander throbbing shaft. They looked at each other, then at Faith.

"TICKLE FIGHT!" Xander shouted as he and Buffy began tickling Faith, causing her to giggle in a most un-Faith like way. Four hands moved over her stomach and thighs, barely giving her a chance to breathe. She began fighting back and a three-way wrestling match took place on the bed. Faith somehow tossed Buffy on top of Xander and began tickling her sides. Xander slid down the bed, grabbed Faith's ankles and pulled her off of Buffy, then started on her feet, causing her to scream with laughter, squirming all over the place. Buffy moved up behind the other Slayer and began her assault, driving Faith crazy. When Xander left her feet and moved up her body, Faith attacked his ribs.

They continued the mock fight, touching and sliding against one another, laughing and playing all over the bed.

Minutes flew by in a daze of giggles and laughter.

Then the kissing started.

Faith let out this achingly delicious little whimper, her hands not touching Xander for a moment, her lips pressed closed, then with a sighing moan they opened to him and let his tongue in and her hands slid up under his shirt, pulling him in even closer, dragging a grunt from hisy moy mouth. Buffy hungrily suckled her neck from behind, trailing wet kisses all over her. The trio fell forward with Faith now grinding against Xander, an animal in heat, and she couldn’t fucking help herself because he was grinding back, yanking her down against him, hard, his tongue thrusting more forcefully into her mouth, her nails digging into his back. Xander snaked one hand up in her long dark locks, tilting her head back further as he claimed her completely, while his other hand slid down to cup her luscious ass and pull her in until she honestly couldn't tell where she ended and he began.

"No fair," Buffy whined over Faith's shoulder. Her hand reached around and cupped the Slayer hard through her jeans, causing Faith to whimper. "I wanna kiss her too." Gently, Buffy pulled Faith off Xander and pushed the Slayer down on her back, then crawled on top of her.

That was when the tongue sucking began.

Buffy drank her, devouring her, leaving Faith dizzy, moaning and Grinding and sucking and probing and emitting all those little sounds Xander loved to hear so much. Buffy probed her tongue deeper in Faith's mouth when Xander's hard cock pressed against her ass as he moved behind her. She pressed backward while kissing Faith, loving the feel of her lover’s arousal hard against her body.

Faith held Buffy's ass in a tight grip, squeezing and moaning into the Slayer’s mouth. Her leg slipped between Buffy's, now rubbing against her jeans covered sex, humping her ever so slowly. She felt Buffy shudder as they used their legs to get each other off.

Xander heard the erotic wet sound of Buffy and Faith breaking their kiss. He watched as Buffy's hands began unbuttoning Faith's jeans. "Sorry, dear. But she hasn't paid for her crime yet."

Buffy felt his hands come over hers, stopping her from pulling Faith's jeans all the way down. "But Xander, look at this." Staring into her eyes, Buffy confidently pushed her hand down inside Faith's jeans, past her panties, and shoved two fingers inside a very moist pussy,

"Uhhnnn!" Faith arched off the bed as Buffy began fingering her slow and deep, coating her digits in Faith's essence. Buffy loved the way her eyes rolled in the back of her head and how pouty her lips looked.

"It's so hot inside of her," Buffy commented in a surprised way while fingering Faith, loving it when she bit her bottom lip and didn't let go. Corkscrewing her fingers, Buffy set a hard rhythm, fucking her even deeper. She could hear Xander's heavy breathing beside her. "Does it always feel this hot and wet when you slip inside of her?"

"Always. Just like you."

Faith began tossing her head about, rocking her hips to meet Buffy's thrusts. "Your fingers feel so good. Fuck! B, you are doing that so good."

"You look incredible." Her fingers moved a little faster now, fucking Faith as best she could, considering the angle and clothes in the way. The harsh whimper that escaped Faith's lips when Buffy removed her two glistening fingers brought a devilish grin to her face. "Look at how wet she is for us. Can we take her now?"

Faith understood Buffy's message loud and clear. Faith could tell Xander would be in charge this time and Buffy was going to play the eager follower. Giving up control felt liberating in a way she couldn't explain.

Xander took Buffy's hand into his own. "Taste her." Blue-green eyes stared into his as she licked one of the fingers that pleasured Faith, tasting the Slayer’s juices. She began sucking on it in a very familiar way to Xander.

"Dear?"

"Yes?"

"Save me some."

Buffy's eyes softened as they played the game. “I’m sorry." She lifted her hand to Xander's lips as they closed around her damp middle finger, sucking it gently into his mouth, running his tongue up and down the sides, causing Buffy and Faith to ache with need.

"I'm ready for my punishment now."

Xander and Buffy turned their attention back to Faith. Her face was flushed; lips kiss swollen; hair wild and dangerous. "Get off the bed," Xander ordered, still holding Buffy's hand to his lips. Faith sat up and crawled off the bed while Xander and Buffy sat against the headboard just like they had earlier at the motel, with Buffy sitting between his legs, her back to his chest.

Faith now stood at the foot of the bed, gazing at her lovers. The aggressive side of her wanted to just get to the fucking, all day long, until none of them could move. But this game was new to her. There was a trust mixed in with the passion, something she was not used to. Just as she had unleashed a wanton, uncaged Buffy, her two lovers had unleashed the slave in Faith. "Punish me."

"Strip," Xander commanded over Buffy's shoulder as he began unbuttoning her pants, pulling her belt off. He nuzzled the side of her neck for a second as her hand rose to caress his face.

Faith knew she was beautiful and that they wanted her. Calculated seduction was the order of the day. She undid one button at a time on her baseball jersey, never taking her eyes off her lovers. When she reached the last one she turned around before the garment fell open. Shrugging, the jersey fell to the floor, exposing her perfect figure, sleek and to die for.

"I love her hair," Buffy thought out loud with Xander's arms around her. "She has great skin tone." Buffy hummed softly when Xander slipped his hand inside her jeans, massaging her sex with the palm of his hand over her panties. "Mmmm....."

Faith could hear their whispering behind her back. She heard an 'I love you' and a ‘you make me so fucking hard'. She could hear them kissing, and the sound went straight to her nipples, causing them to harden immediately. Her jeans were the next to go as she unbuttoned them, giving a little wiggle until they fell off her hips, now pooling down at her bare feet. She felt their eyes on her black thong panties.

Drinking Faith in with her eyes, Buffy could feel her pussy become wetter and more needy by the second. She clenched hard when Xander strummed her clit. "One."

A command.

Simple and to the point.

Xander's hand pushed her panties sideways as he pushed one finger deep inside of her, he himself moaning at how hot and wet she felt.

“.... yesss. Slow, baby." Buffy reached inside her jeans and placed her hand over Xander's, showing him just how hard to fuck her, how deep, moving his hand with her own. He knew her body so well and she simply allowed him to guide her now, slow and deep, just how she liked it. This was all so unlike her. Unlike Xander. No one in a million years would have ever imagined they would ever act like this. That was what she loved the most about who whole situation.

"Buffy caught me staring at your ass the other day, Faith."

Faith blew out a huff. "Like she wasn't staring too."

Bad to the bone.

The Faith way.

With a hard cock behind her, Buffy knew Xander was more than a little turned on. "Dear, she hasn't taken off all her clothes yet."

"I'm getting to that dear," he replied while tugging her ear into his mouth, his hand still inside her jeans, stroking her so good. "Take your panties off, Faith."

With her back still to them she pushed a thumb under each side on her hips and slipped the thong off. Reaching down she tossed it behind her, and into Buffy's lap. "I heard that." sou sound of her lovers exhaling at the same time caused her to smile. Her bare sex throbbed with need and she was sure they could smell her arousal.

With one hand still guiding Xander's, Buffy grabbed and held the lacy black underwear up, her fingers testing the fabric. "These are wet, Faith."

"I'm in the mood to fuck, Buffy. What did you expect?"

What she did next gave Xander's cock a throb that nearly did him in. Lifting the panties to her nose, Buffy began slowly licking the damp crotch while staring into Xander's eyes.

"You gonna be the death of me."

"Don't worry. I'd bring you back," she replied, now tossing the garment to the floor. "Dear?"

"Yes?"

"Two."

Faith closed her eyes when Buffy's heavy breathing became louder. She swore she could hear Xander’s two fingers burrowing inside of Buffy's pussy, stroking her deep.

"Faith?"

"Yeah, Xan."

"Go and get one of your toys."

Electricity flew through her body as she walked over to the closet they were sharing and reached down inside of her suitcase. Rising, she turned around. "I like this one the most." She held up a 7-inch blue jelly dildo. "I call him Mr. Orgasm. He's got this angled head that just hits my spot every single fucking time I use him."

"Get on the bed," Xander managed to say despite having Buffy biting his chest as his fingers fucked her harder. Her eyes were now closed and she was rocking into his hand just a little, meeting his thrusts, making these breathwingwing noises that were driving him mad with desire.

Faith watched them for a moment. Standing there nude, her eyes connected with Xander's, both accepting their roles in this game, both knowing later on rol roles will change. "She looks so sexy laying there while you’re finger fucking her."

"Get on the bed."

Taking one step, Faith crawled on the bed, sitting on her knees.

Pressing his lips against Buffy's forehead, Xander fucked her faster, now adding a twist to his wrist that had her bucking off the bed. Her fingers now clung to his T-shirt, nails digging in. He could feel the signs of her body moving ever so closer to climax. "Scoot up a little,
Faith. Spread your legs."

Complying, Faith did just that, now fully exposed. Her bare sex glistened with moisture and she could feel Xander's eyes glued on her. "Like what you see?"

"Very much so."

"What's my punishment?"

"I want you to perform for me and Buffy. I want you to masturbate with your toy."

"You want me to fuck myself?" Faith said, now running the head of the dildo up and down her wet sex, coating it with her essence. "Why don't you come over here and fuck me?"

"Because I'm fucking her," he replied, shoving a third finger inside of Buffy. She was clenching rapidly now, moaning as he worked her faster, loving how wet she always was for him.

"Harder...OhgodOhgod.... just a little more," Buffy gasped. "I'm going to come. I'mmm...gonnna...cummmm."

Xander turned his head to watch her lovely face express total abandonment to his control, and he started a light, rapid stroking of her clit, which he knew would lead to orgasm. After a long, low scream of pleasure, she began to climax. Her vagina opened completely, and then a series of pulsing contractions began, which faded with her moans. The oral and facial expressions she made as she orgasmed excited him to the point where he almost came with her.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay," he cooed in her ear as her shudders died down, her quivering in his arms slowing to a halt. He adorned her face with light kisses as she came back to him from the little death.

Flushed and sweating, Buffy opened her eyes, her heart pounding. "There is nothing like a good finger fuck every once and a while."

Pulling his hand out of her pants, Xander proceeded to lick his fingers clean, then shifted and claimed Buffy's lips in a searing kiss as she cupped the back of his head.

"I just want to fuck you two to death."

"When did you learn Shakespeare?"

"Prison," she smirked at Xander.

Buffy settled back, uncomfortable in her now damp panties, but reluctant to remove them until Xander said she could. "What's next?" Xander nuzzled the side of her face, kissing her.

"Faith is going to put on a show for us."

"And then what?"

"If she's a good girl I'll give her something she wants."

Faith looked into Buffy's eyes, both knowing what that meant. Spreading her legs wider, Faith's feet now touched Xander’s, creating a circle of sorts with Buffy in the middle.

Ironic, somewhat.

"All eyes on you, Faith. Make it good and I'll reward you.

"I always make it good," she fired back, licking her lips. She could tell they were staring at her pussy and the dildo she ran up and down her slit. "Hand me a pillow." Xander tossed her one and she placed it behind her head, now laying back, eyes closed, smoothing the head of the jelly-filled dildo all over the moist lips of her sex.

Buffy and Xander felt like they were witnessa tra train wreck, so unable were they to take their eyes off of their lover for the fraction of a second it took to blink.

Without thought, one of Faith's hands slid to her breasts, kneadthemthem gently, grasping the nipples and rolling them into tight little buds. She moaned softly, feeling the familiar tingle between her legs as she circled her clit with the head of the dildo. Her hand slid down her abdomen and caressed the inside of her thigh. "I see us laying naked in a dark pit," she began, moving the dildo up and down faster, circling her clit. "We've been beaten. Buffy's bleeding. Cuts all over her body. She looks wild. Animalistic and unforgiving. A cage surrounds the pit, with faceless men and women all around us. The entire floor of the pit is made of dirt. Xander and are holding each other, having been beaten earlier. Buffy's just been released."

Buffy felt his arms tighten round her waist. Faith's fantasy seemed decadent in a way she could not deny turned her on. And this was just the beginning.

"A deep voice orders us to.... perform for the crowd. They want us to fuck each other. They want to watch. We crawl over towards Buffy and hold her, our arms soothing her. We're afraid. We don't know how we got there. All we know is that they will hurt us again if we don't do as they say." Faith kept her eyes shut, lips pursed, now lost in her dark fantasies. She rubbed the dildo lightly over her clitoris, shuddering at the vibrations. Gently, she tipped it inside, holding her labia open and pressing it in. She was so wet it slid in without resistance and she pressed it in until just the last inch was peeking out. "You've both got fingers in me now. You're both fucking me. I'm laying on my back and you're sucking my nipples hard, biting them and fucking me at the same time."

Xander could feel Buffy tense as they watched Faith push the dildo in and out slowly, over and over, arching her hips, using one hand to fuck herself and the other to fondle her breast. They truly felt like voyeurs now. It seemed Faith was lost in herself as had forgotten they were there.

"Me and Buffy are on our knees. Buffy's sucking his cock and I'm sucking his balls. Buffy has three fingers inside of me and I have.... have three in her. She's so fucking wet. I want to eat her so bad. I want to taste her cum. The crowd is cursing at us. Screaming. I can't make out what they are saying. All I can do is cum all over Buffy's fingers while I suck Xander off. My knees hurt, but I like the pain." Her voice was ragged now, coming in short breaths; her chest heaved as she fucked herself faster, using both hands now to drive the toy deeper inside her pussy. Her lips were red and protruding, wet and sticky. Her clit was hard and visible, peeking out from under its hood. "I'm sitting on Buffy's face while Xander fucks her. The voices are louder now, but we don’t care. We're lost in each other. Buffy's sucking my whole pussy, licking me dry. I can feel Xander's thrusts. He's growling because of how tight Buffy is. His back hurts but he can't stop. We're all covered in dirt now, filthy. It's in our hair. All over us. We can't get it off."

Faith rolled onto her stomach, her ass raised in the air, her face crushed into the pillow, one hand pinching her nipple, the other working the dildo slowly in and out from between her legs. Her breathing accelerated as she tipped it forward toward the front, searching for her elusive G-spot that would send her over the edge.

Buffy and Xander could only watch. Faith swayed her ass as she fucked her pussy, arching her back, using a perfect rhythm, crying softly from the pleasure. She couldn't talk anymore. Her voice was gone. She could only feel the explosion to come. The build-up.

Faith sped up her ministrations, using her fingers to let the dildo slide out on its own and push it back in. The palm of hand and fell to her pubic bone, crushing her clit against the hard, warm dildo pulsing between her legs.

"Cum for us Faith.”

"GOD!!! Cummmmmmmiinnggg!!! AAAAAHHHFUUUCK!!!" Waves of pulsing pleasure rolled through her, as she succumbed to the contractions of her womb and the unbearable tightening of her nipples. She
shouted, "Goddamn!"

A few moments later Faith went limp and softeoftened her movements, her body still convulsing from the powerful orgasm it had just experienced. She pulled the toy out and laid it on the side of the bed, then gently rolled over onto her back. Looking up, her face held a mixture of amusement and desire. "Am I forgiven?" she asked, now resting her head on the pillow, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Yes," Xander replied. his arms still wrapped around Buffy.

Faith grinned. "Can I have my reward now?"

Having her act so submissive made all of this just that much more fun. Xander watched Buffy as she watched Faith. He could feel every breath she was took. He could sense fear and curiosity just by the set of her shoulder and the tilt of her head. He planted a reassuring kiss on her neck, to w she she smiles. "Sweetheart?"

His tone of voice held a 'moment of truth' vibe to it. "Yes?"

"I want to reward Faith."

"Yes."

An answer to an unasked question.

"At any time you can...."

"I know." Buffy took both of Xander's hands in her own as they now rested in her lap. She gave him a squeeze, silently telling that she is his, and that she wants this. That she trusts him completely

"Take off Buffy's socks."

"I was hoping for little more sinful reward." Sitting up, Faith moved on her knees and slowly peels the sock off of Buffy's left foot. She laid that foot in lap, then peeled the sock off her right foot. Instead of letting it go, Faith leaned forward and ran her tongue from the heel of Buffy's foot to the toe, lapping softly.

A wide smile and a pleasant hum escaped the Slayer's lips as Faith licked her foot, then began sucking at her toes, the whole time staring right at her. "No ones ever done that before."

"Another cherry for my collection," Faith taunted, now kissing her foot, loving the little inhaling noises Buffy is making. "You like?"

"Yeah, I like. It's different."

"Xan won't give you any foot love?"

"He hasn't so far."

"Then it pleases me to be the first."

Saying nothing, Xander studied Buffy's response, looking for apprehension or the need to step back. He found
none. "Take her pants off, Faith."

Play times over.

"You are a little overdressed for this party, B." Planting one final kiss to the center of her foot, Faith grabbed both of Buffy's ankles and spread them far apart, pushing her legs open. Invading the small new space, she reached under Buffy's thighs and cupped her ass hard, eliciting a gasp from the Slayer. "I wanna kiss your ass so bad," Faith practically snarled, her hands rising to Buffy's waist. A pull and a tug later, the pants are down to her slim hips. Faith leaves them there for a moment, now pressing soft kisses on Buffy's thighs. She can smell her arousal, and loves it, can see the darkened crotch of her panties, moist from her earlier orgasm. Three kisses fell to the left thigh, followed by four more to the right.

Buffy feels like she is almost in a trance as Faith takes her time, planting soft, wet kisses all over her inner thighs. Everyone knows this is pure seduction, a tease before the main act begins. She cannot speak, instead trusting Xander to know her every nuance and control this for her.

That is what *this* is all about.

Faith has Buffy's pants down to her ankles, pulling them off with ease. She tosses them to the floor, then moves back in her position between Buffy's legs. "Xan?"

"Yes?"

"When do I get my reward?"

"When I say so."

The pout on Faith's face is nearly irresistible to Buffy and Xander who both want to kiss it off.

"Take off her panties." His faces rested in the crook of Buffy's neck as they both watched Faith, naked and flushed, kissing Buffy's thighs.

Anticipation is killing Buffy as she watched Faith kneel between her legs, her face now an inch away from her panties. Buffy's mouth is dry and she barely breathing, waiting for the Slayer to make her move. With a smile on her face, Faith reached under her again and pulled the panties down just a bit on her hips. Moving like a lion on the prowl, Faith gently bit at the center of the panties, inhaling deeply, taking the garment in her mouth and pulled back, dragging them of Buffy's hips with her teeth, pulling them down, then off. "Damn," Faith whispered, completely taken with the sight of soft blonde curls and wet pussy in front of her. She looked up, noting the smirk on Xander's face and the rapture on Buffy's. "What now?"

Buffy squeezed Xander's hands as she held them, resting back a little more in his arms. She knows she can stop this at any time.

But she doesn't want to. She wants to push the envelope. She wants to do things people who have known her for years wouldn't expect of her. She wants to be the bad girl for once. No responsibilities. No facades. Just for once she wants to do what feels good for no other reason than that. Just like she did last night. "Dear?"

"Yes?"

"I trust you."

Faith silently marveled at the said and unsaid between these two.

Xander can't lie and act as if he hasn't wanted to watch this. Every man alive does. He surely never thought he would be in this position, with two of the most beautiful, sexy women he's ever known doing whatever he tells them to do. "Faith?"

Her skin held goosebumps, as she waited. "Yes?"

"What do you want you reward to be?"

Faith leaned forward, now right in Buffy's face, neither blinking, both staring with hunger into each others eyes. "I want to eat her Buffy's pussy."

"Are you sure?"

"I want to suck her dry."

Xander nudged Buffy one last time, but no reply came. "Then take your reward."

Smiling, Faith pulled back and settled between Buffy's legs again. She caressed the Slayers trembling thighs, then slid her thumbs into the soft, tight pussy cleft and gently peeled her open. She pulled wider and wider, opening Buffy up like a flower, displaying the gleaming pink flesh inside, the hard little hooded clit.

Soft, light blonde pussy hairs were matted down with moisture, making Faith's mouth water

"You had better make the most of this opportunity, Faith. You may never get the chance again," Buffy teased, now ready for his first experience with another women. Xander helped her take her top off, removing her bra and setting them aside.

"When I'm done with you, B. You're going to be crying out my name." Faith smiled at Buffy, moving up her body, running her hands slowly over her breasts, rubbing the warm, yielding flesh. As her fingers moved down her belly to her pussy again, Buffy groaned, slowly getting used to someone touch other than Xander's on her sex.

Buffy's breath rasped in her throat and her heart hammered as Faith played with her
body. Surprising her, Faith kissed her, starting with her mouth, but moving to
her cheeks, ears, and neck. Each kiss sent a shiver down her spine and she
ached to touch Faith, feel her warm flesh and carpet her incredible body with
kisses of my own. Secure in Xander arms, Buffy just let go, enjoying he sensation she is sure to come.

Faith kissed her way further down, finally stopping at her erect nipples. Her soft lips circled the aureole and she sucked as her tongue swirled around the hard nubs. Buffy cried out, her pussy spasming excitedly at the contact. She continued to suck, moving from one breast to the other until Buffy couldn't stand it any more. Faith started to kiss her way further down, stopping at her navel to run her tongue around the tight little depression before moving
to soft hairs surrounding her sex. The tiny movement was only momentary, but the wet smoothness of her tongue against Buffy's body was incredible.

Faith kissed the downy hair softly, inhaling her musk deeply, and then sucking at the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Buffy could feel each movement of her lips and tongue in excruciating detail and her sex was now begging for contact. Holding Xander's hands in a tight grip, Buffy started gasping and moaning, unable to move and not wanting to. Finally, Faith slid her tongue over her soaked outer lips and began to lick them very softly.

Xander made the mistake of looking up at the ceiling, now watching Faith's head rock back and forth between Buffy's thigh while she moans in his arms. The vision in the ceiling mirror looked like a dream, and yet reality set before him.

"Faith," Buffy panted, biting her bottom lip. "God....Faith....Oh God!"

"I'm going to makes sos so good for you." She took one lip into her mouth and sucked it, sending hot shivers of passion through Buffy's body. She took the other lip in, too, and licked that one until the Slayer could feel the beginnings of orgasm flutter deep inside her. Her lips were puffy and sensitized now and Buffy knew her sex must have looked like an open flower.

"Do you like how I taste?"

"Hmmm, love it. Delicious." Moving inside her, Faith began to slip her tongue deep into her heated channel, lapping at her juices with unrestrained delight. Each time her tongue entered Buffy, the heat in her pussy increased and the orgasm that was building got stronger. Buffy held herself absolutely still, concentrating on
the heat and the touches, hoping Faith wouldn't stop before she came. She knew
Faith could make her come in a second, or hold her on the very edge as long as
she wanted. That thought both scared me and thrilled her. Faith's thrusting
tongue kept driving in as Buffy began to moan louder as the orgasm got closer
and closer.

"Deeper...please. Lick harder. Dontstopdon'tstopdon'tstop." Pulling one hand out of Xander's, Buffy grabbed the back of Faith head, pushing her deeper into her pussy, then stared up at the mirror above the bed

The sight was startling to say the least. A woman, laying in a fully clothed mans arms while another women lay between her legs, pleasuring her with her lips and tongue. The sounds and the smell reeked of a forbidden act, something frowned upon by society. But her body just wanted more. Loved every second of what Faith was doing to her.

Buffy closed her eyes as the first waves started to grip her pussy. She felt
Faith move slightly. Her tongue pulled free of Buffy's gripping inner walls
and she carefully opened her pussy up with her hands. Buffy lay, fully exposed,
completely at her mercy, on the very brink of orgasm - and then she did it.

Faith's soft lips closed around the tiny nub of Buffy's erect clit and she began to
suck. The pressure sent a shock wave of pleasure through the Slayers body, and as her tongue made contact with the little button of flesh, Buffy screamed once,
her voice piercing and full of pleasure. The orgasm rippled through her like
a tidal wave, setting every nerve in her body on fire as Faith kept on
licking. Time became liquid and endless as each movement of her tongue
lengthened the orgasm and made it even stronger. Buffy couldn't feel a thing
any more except for the spreading heat and her spasming pussy, and Faith's tongue and her orgasm. She was floating and coming, her whole body convulsing. Sweat poured off her like the love juices Faith lapped up and all she could see was the bright colors inside her head.

Faith took long slow licks now, feasting on Buffy's wetness. She purposely avoided her sensitive clit, instead choosing to soothe her down from her orgasm. Her tongue lapped up every trace of Buffy's orgasm, her face now glistening. She began kissing the lips of her sex, over and over. The hand on the back of loosened it's grip, now simply resting there rather, stroking her hair. She took one last lick, placing a kiss at the end, then lifted her head. Buffy stared down at her, face flushed and sweaty, breathing heavy while holding Xander's arm around her waist. "Do I eat pussy good or what?"

Xander tilted his head over, looking down at Buffy's face. The Slayer licked her lips slowly, somewhat shy all of a sudden. "That was very nice."

"Just very nice?"

"I came really hard, you know. Isn't that compliment enough?"

Faith glided up her body and stole a kiss, throughly devouring Buffy's lips, forcing her to taste herself. "Guess it'll have to do," she smiled, "For the first time."

Buffy kissed her again. Pulling away, she turned around, noticing Xander's Cheshire grin. "What are you smiling about?"

"You almost broke my hand when you came."

"Sorry," she apologized in a sweet voice. She can feel him behind her, hard and completely aroused. She turned in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. They just looked into each others eyes for a few seconds, then they started kissing. Buffy reached for his belt and.....


******


Faith loved to watch them.

They have become her new addiction, and she has no interest in trying to fight it. They drew her in like a moth to the flame and she cannot resist the lure. There is a passion in her for Buffy and Xander. It's a fragmented puzzle of emotions and sex and friendship.

She's not falling in love with them, yet she loves watching them in love.

Feeling quite good at the moment, Faith allowed them to be alone together, even though she is just on the other side of the bed.

She knows she need only crawl across the sheets and join them. They would not turn her away. She would be welcomed. But there is a part of her that needs to witness this, them, making love. Her legs are under the covers on her side of the bed while Buffy and Xander kiss under the covers on the other side, seemingly lost in their own world.

The urge to touch herself has past, at least for now. She wants to be part of the action and she knows she will be. For the moment though, she chooses to watch and commit to memory what it looks like to make love when the emotions are true. When the feelings are honest and real.

She knows she'll never admit that to either of them. FaitFaith's head rested on a pillow as she turned on her side, observing her lovers. All in the bed are nude and that brings a wicked smile to her face. Although both kiss her passionately, she can tell a subtle difference in the way they kiss each other. The angle seems just a bit off. And they won't be whispering words of love to her like they do each other. In her eyes, they seem to fit together in a way she can't truly explain.

Laying half on top of him, Buffy absently ran her hand through Xander's hair, softly humming at the feel of his soft strands against her skin. Her other hand lazily stroked him, his erection hard in her grasp. And her hum changed to a low moan. "Dear?"

He stared into her blue-green eyes, loving the way she looked at him. "Yes, dear?" he replied, keeping this teasing proper manner of play going.

"What I d I do to please you?" Buffy's smile was as soft as it was erotic, her fingers dancing along his arm.

"Whatever you want. I'm yours."

"Thank you." Buffy mouthed a quiet 'I love you' to him, and received one in turn. She brought her hand from his hair to his chest, her lips following.

Xander stirred, loving the way she slowly covered his body with her own Her lips found his nipples, sucking gently and not-so-gently, her hand gripping and pumping along his shaft, making him grow even that much harder. Buffy moved down his body slowly, taking care to kiss him all over his chest, loving the taste of his skin. She tongued his navel and felt his abs contract slightly under her touch. "Buffy...." His voice trailed off, his brain able to focus on one sensation at a time and right now, her hands and mouth were creating just about all the sensation he could process.

When she touched his full erection with her lips and tongue, he bucked. Buffy steadied his hips with her hands, gently but firmly holding him in place. "I'm going to pleasure you with my mouth. Just relax."

As if any man could when she used that school girl voice.

Xander's hands began clawing at the sheets as soon as she took him in, desiring and needing her mouth on him for all eternity. His fingers laced in her soft blonde locks, his hands merely following the increasing rhythm of her head as she took him into her mouth then released him, over and over again. He could no longer hold back the growl that forced its way from him and his hips would not stay still. He couldn't help but to he gently thrust into her hot sucking mouth. When she cupped his sac, he nearly jumped out of his skin, his eyes rolled back into his head. He could feel her warm breath gently caressing the sensitive head of his hard cock. Soft lips pressed themselves to his organ and then he felt the warmth of a wet mouth sliding down the length of his shaft. Buffy was slowly bobbing up and down on his throbbing shaft, giving him the sensation of a warm wetness that can only be found in the mouth of a gentle lover.

In their mutual, erotic fog, Xander managed to maneuver Buffy so she was straddling his face without losing her mouth's contact with his throbbing erection.

"Ahhh...God, Xander...," she moaned briefly, letting him slip from between her lips as he separated her folds with his thumbs. She spread her legs further, almost sitting on his face, as she kissed the tip of him before drawing him back into her mouth. He nuzzled her clit with his nose as his tongue lapped at her moisture, dipping into her with just the tip and then his whole tongue.

Erotic fog or not, they were both reveling in their bodies, in each other's body.

Overwhelmed at the feel of his tongue and his nose, Buffy started panting quickly and once again had to let him fall from her mouth. Instead, she began a manual pumping on his shaft as he matched the rhythm with his tongue, adding his fingers to his repertoire.

Buffy's sighed from the leisure of his tongue on her already sensitive clit. Xander rolled them onto their sides, continuing the shared assault. She brought one knee to her chest, resting the knee high on his hip to give him better access and he bent his leg to do the same.

She felt the change in him even before she recognized it in herself. His balls rose tightly to his body and his hips rocked and moved spasmodically against her hand.

He clutched at her lower body, pulling her core as close to his mouth as he could.

Buffy felt as if he were beginning an all out invasion with a strict time limit. And it was sheer bliss. His tongue flicked repeatedly over and around her clit as his fingers pushed into her. She wriggled her hips trying to find just the right combination of movement and position, wanting his face inside her, against her now pulsing core.

Faith bit her bottom lip to control herself as she closed her eyesw onw only listening to the sounds of bated breaths and sexual desires.

Xander rolled them yet again, this time he knelt over her, his forearms on either side of her hips. The changed angle caused her to improvise, using her hands to pump him and run her thumb underneath the prominent ridge while her lips and tongue lapped at his balls.

His position allowed him different access, one arm wrapping around and underneath her thigh, his fingers grazing her perineum and slipping inside her slick canal while his other hand parted her labia. He continued his oral ministrations, his tongue making broad strokes around and over her clit, his lips drawing her bud into his mouth.

The sensations built in her, threatening to push her over the edge. She spread her legs, her bent her knees falling open wider.

"Xander...I can't...I..." Her words were lost as she took him back into her mouth, sucking him as if she could will his cum into her throat.

The stars he saw had nothing to do with heavenly bodies, only that of his lover thrusting against his face. She arched as he bucked into her mouth, helpless to hold back his own orgasm. She felt the electricity shoot through them from their heads to their toes as if they were one. She couldn't tell where her release began and his ended. She swallowed hard and let the remainder of his ejaculate pool on his belly, lapping it up as his body slowed.

Faith didn't realize she was biting hard on her pillow until she tasted the tag on her tongue. She remained quiet, acting as if she weren't even there. She watched as they re-arranged themselves with Buffy on her back, Xander now kissing her passionately, their tongues entangled as if they had not both just come in each others mouth.

Xander and Buffy engaged in a long wet kiss, tasting every breath that escaped her mouth and ended up in his. Together they nipped and sucked, and tasted, now sounding more animal than human. "Gotta have you, Buffy. Have to...inside.....only you."

"Now...please...hurry."

"So good...."

"Xannnn...." Buffy moaned on her back when he and slid home. She was so ready for him and one thrust was all it took to sheath him inside of her completely. She was warm, wet and sticky, and he loved it as he moved inside of her. Her legs clasped around his back, bringing him closer to the spot as he moved. Each thrust was met with a cry from each as she moved along with him. His hot, sweaty skin combined with an unquenchable need With each thrust she found herself moving backwards on the bed, shaking it along with her,
and getting worse as they picked up the pace.

The cries became more frantic, each getting sloppier in their attempts to keep control. The room was filled with the sound of grunts and moans, and slapping bodies as he continued the torture on her, giving her all he had inside of him.

They merged into one being, with the sole purpose of this act. Of making love. Xander kissed the sweat off her face as he thrust deep and hard, growing in her ear as her fingers clawed at his back. The were rocking the entire bed now, slamming the headboard against the wall. Hard, short thrusts impaled Buffy over and over as she encouraged each and every one. Xander pounded his fist one time on the bed, so hot were the sensations, so tight was her body. Buffy f