No Tomorrow, No Regrets

TITLE: No Tomorrow, No Regrets

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 4 of ?

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

SHIP: Xander / Faith / Buffy

RATING: NC-17 – Sex and Language

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 7, Finale.

SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: On the last morning before Buffy’s planned offensive, Xander and the two powered Slayers make sure they have no regrets.

UNIVERSE: As per cannon, with one small change: Wood never, ever, ever existed. Ever.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Josh Wedon and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies; this is likely to get complicated for me as a writer anyway.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER FOUR

Xander closed his eyes and tried to block out the sounds coming from the Slayers as he breathed deep and slow to regain his composure, but his excited brain produced the image of the two women, lip locked, gold and ebony writhing together and played it behind his eyelids. His imagination, even fueled so recently, paled in comparison to the real thing as he opened his eyes.

Faith moaned softly as Buffy’s hands, lips and tongue explored her skin. When they’d crawled onto the bed she’d started to take control, but the petite blonde had lost her earlier hesitance and would have none of it. They tussled for a bit, testing each other’s resolve for dominance which would have gone on for some time if Buffy hadn’t whispered: “Let me, please?” into the shell of her ear with such need that it made her belly flutter and her core clench to release a fresh flush of hot cream. Faith relaxed and let the other Slayer do whatever she wanted. Buffy found her lips for a slow kiss while her hand cupped the globe of her breast, squeezing it and grinding the hard peak of her nipple against her palm to send flashes of sensation into her chest. Buffy’s thigh was between her legs and she rocked her hips to rub and grind herself against its smooth hardness while her hands caressed the silk of her blonde hair and the skin of her back.

Faith slowly shifted herself further up along the bed as Buffy worked her lips and hands lower down her body, caressing and exploring as she went. Faith moaned as Buffy’s lips suddenly reversed course to capture and suckle hard at one of her achingly stiff nipples. She cupped the back of Buffy’s head, her fingers worming through her golden curls to find her scalp and pull her tighter as her back arched when the blonde brought both tongue and teeth to bear as well as her luscious lips to create a rolling lightning storm of sensation in her chest. She had forgotten just how quick a study Buffy was as the blonde Slayer pleasured her with surprising skill. Their position took her mouth out of play, but she let her hand blindly find the firm globe of the other woman’s breast to test and explore its flesh with flexing fingers until she found its turgid peak which she tweaked, rolled, stretched and even pinched. Buffy’s lips vibrated against her skin as the blonde moaned with the stimulation which added to the sensation she was creating in Faith.

Buffy could feel Faith, wet and open against her thigh as they writhed together and her pulsing, contracting and twisting femininity was in a similar state of arousal. The dark-haired layer tasted of salt and vanilla while the spicy scent of sex and arousal wafted over her. She’d been a little shy and hesitant at first, feeling a little out of her depth, but all that had faded as they became physically acquainted with each other. It wasn’t weird or even strange it just felt good and after the initial nervousness the strangeness was how comfortable it was. She was honest enough to admit to herself that they were way off the reservation here, but the freedom was liberating. She moved her thigh and let two of her finger replace it amongst Faith’s, slippery, swollen folds, rubbing and exploring her and drawing wonderful little animal sounds of delight. Faith’s strong hand massaged her breast and added sharp accents of sensation by playing with the hard peak of her nipple.

Buffy lifted her head and looked back over her shoulder at Xander. “What are you waiting for?” she enquired of her friend who was staring at them, naked, male and hard. She saw his thick length twitch against his flat abdomen. “Yeah, X, what are you waiting for?” Faith chirped, her attempted casual sarcasm ruined by a breathy little hitch as Buffy frigged her exposed clit. “I’m just enjoying the scenery and… And I’m not quite sure how this is supposed to work, exactly.” He admitted honestly, if a little sheepishly. “Don’t over think it, Xander. Just join us and then you and Buffy can take your friendship to new heights or demented lows for that matter. I can be patient.” Faith proposed, adding the quip with a saucy little wink. They both stared at her incredulously. “You… Patient… Really?” Buffy asked with over-exaggerated skepticism and Xander backed her up with a “Really?” of his own. “I can be. Remember I’ve changed.” Faith responded looking hurt for a moment before she flashed them a bright smile. “And, besides, I like to watch and if watching you give him a blowjob was any indication, it’s gonna be one hell of a show.” She countered as she disentangled herself enough from Buffy to offer Xander an inviting hand.

The easy banter, a staple of the Scoobies, quelled the butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the thought of what he was about to do. He could hardly believe what had already transpired. He took Faith’s hand and lifted it to his lips before she gripped his hand and gently, but insistently pulled him onto the bed with them. He settled between the two Slayers. Their skin was soft and smooth against his as they both pressed their lithe, athletic and nubile bodies against him. He just happened to be facing Faith and she cupped his cheek and pressed her lips to his in a gentle sucking kiss. He started to deepen it, chasing the taste of her, but her hand on his face pushed him away and turned his head so that he met a different pair of luscious lips. He kissed Buffy, their lips sinuously sliding together as their tongues tangled and tangoed. Buffy rolled onto her back and pulled him with her and on top of her. She took his hand and molded it to her breast as he settled between her legs. Her hard muscled, petite body radiated heat against him and he groaned into her mouth as his dick slid against her smooth skin.

Buffy luxuriated in Xander’s taste and touch as his larger frame covered hers. His hand sent sparks of delight into her chest after she molded it to her breast and he started to fondle it, rolling her stiff nipple against his palm and sending spikes of sensation shooting into her chest. She could feel him hot, hard and eager against her flat stomach and she spread her legs wider in welcome invitation as her intimate flesh rubbed against itself on a fresh, slippery gush of lubrication. She reached down between them as he shifted lower, and grasped his thick, throbbing girth to slide his pointed head through her swollen petals, her hips jerking when he brushed across her clit.

Their tongues fences as they broke their kiss and his mouth hovered above hers as she found her entrance and wedged him securely in place before releasing him and running her hand up and down along his back. “Do it.” She instructed breathily and softly as she felt him twitch against her and his eyes, although loving and hungry remained uncertain. She let her hands slide lower and cupped his ass. “I want you to.” She encouraged and flexed her fingers. His hips drove forward with that final bit of urging. Buffy found herself sucking in a sharp breath as her shoulders pressed back into the bed when her back arched while her hips rose to meet his as he stretched and filled her, drawing a steady, fiery path through her slick, yet tight and resisting flesh.

He sucked in a shuddering breath and his hand tightened on her breast which he then had to force to relax as the liquid heat and velvet pressure of her sex surrounds and enveloped him and sent waves of delight along his nerves to make his muscles twitch. He groaned as her short nails dug into his ass cheeks and they slowly undulated when he was pressed firmly against her. His balls tightened as if squeezed and Xander had to fight to stop his hips from bucking and close his eyes and grit his teeth hard in order to stop himself from simply exploding. “I’m inside Buffy. I’m inside Buffy. I’m inside Buffy.” The thought hammered at his consciousness just as his blood pounded against his ears and his cock throbbed against her tight embrace.

She wanted it, had been waiting for it, but she still wasn’t quite ready for his thick length and her body tensed and resisted his invasion. The resistance only managed to increase the intensity of the sensations of them becoming one. She could see the strain on his face, his teeth gritted and his eyes tightly shut and tried not to move, but her body still undulated to rub itself against the wonderful, hard, hot shaft, to stir her molten core with it an stoke the flaring flame it created inside her. His breath tickled her cheek as it gusted from his nostrils as his chest heaved and his body shook with the battle going on inside it. She found herself smiling. Xander Harris was inside her and instead of it being weird it just felt really, really good and right.

The insistent urge to simply surrender to release finally faded and he could expend some of his energy on controlling his breathing and relaxing his muscles. He opened his eyes to find her smiling softly up at him and his lips curved to mirror it. They heard a heavy, drawn out moan next to them and they both turned their heads. Faith was lying on her side, one hand shifting and buried in her crotch, the other clutching at her breast as she watched them with wide, intense eyes through the dark cascade of her hair that had fallen across her face. She slowly licked her full lower lip as they stared at her. “Please… Don’t stop… I’m… I’m sorry to interrupt… But, the two of you together are so hot and fucking sexy.” She told them in a halting, husky voice and with another little moan as she rocked against her hand and pulled at the long tube of her nipple. “You’re one to talk.” The words slipped out of Xander’s mouth as he thought them and his dick lurched against Buffy’s snugness in response to the sexy sight of the dark-haired Slayer playing with herself as she watched them.

“Amen to that.” Buffy agreed, but then her hand was cupping his cheek and turning his face back to hers. His lips met hers for a hungry kiss as her hand slid to the back of his neck. She drew her legs up and wrapped them around him, opening herself up further to him as they started to move. She moaned into his mouth as he rocked his hips to slide back and forth inside her. Xander ran his hand down her side, over her ribs, her waist, her hip and onto her thigh. He slid his forearm under her neck and gripped her shoulder to brace her as he increased the range of his motion and the strength of his thrusts. Her silky skin slid against his, her lithe body tensing, flexing and shifting with his while she made breathy noises of delight.

His breath deflected off her skin and brought her delicious, heated scent to his flared nostrils as he nipped and sucked at her shoulder. Her mouth had felt amazing, but her sex felt utterly out of this world. She caressed his length in a greased velvet channel that made his ass clench and the small of his back twitch with escalating sparks and jolts of electric pleasure. Her fingers clutched and massaged at his shoulders and she said his name in a way that made the entire upcoming apocalypse seem insignificant and he said her name in response, hoping he conveyed the same intensity. Their lips met in biting, sucking kisses as they moved faster with wild, passionate purpose. Buffy had actually been in heaven and this came a really, really close second as her body synced sinuously with his. As good as it was, the restriction of their position limited her participation and made him do most of the work and she could see the strain wearing on him.

She bucked and twisted her hips hard while throwing her weight to roll them until their positions were reversed and she was on top of him. He groaned as she dragged her nails down his sweaty chest and onto his hard abdomen and she joined him with a groan of her own as she circled her hips to grind down on him and stir her molten core with is shaft. Sweat trickled down between her shoulder blades and into the valley of her cleavage as she undulated on top of him, slowly licking her lips as she luxuriated in the feel of his hard, vitality inside her. His hands found hers and she intertwined her fingers with his. Their hands flexed together as she started to slowly rise and fall on his throbbing shaft. Her head turned, attracted to a muffled, stuttering squeak which led her eyes to the shuddering form of a wide-eyed, open-mouthed and chest heaving Faith, her hands clutching at handfuls of bedclothes and unmistakably in the throes of an orgasm.

Faith couldn’t take her eyes off Buffy and Xander. Sex, in all its many splendid forms was nothing new to her, but what they were doing was. The mechanics were fairly standard, but the way they looked at each other, the way they touched showed her intimacy and emotion she had not experienced or even thought possible of such a basically animal act. She let herself imagine what it would be like to be taken or to give herself in that way and her hands caressed her skin and went unbidden to her sex and breasts. She rubbed and fondled herself, but kept her eyes raptly on the two friends as they made love. It wasn’t conventional romance, but it was the only term that seemed to fit and she felt a twinge of jealousy along with her excitement. She had always been good at taking care of herself, and two years in a federal penitentiary had honed her skills even further. She knew how to play her body, rubbing and stroking, caressing and tweaking, pinching and pulling, rolling and flicking to build the tension, to keep it at a fever pitch for her enjoyment before taking the plunge to completion. But, the sexiness of their intimacy was a brand new kind of stimulus for her and her climax rushed upon her, swamped her senses in a tsunami wave. 

“Fuck me.” She heard Xander comment with quiet awe and she had to admit it took more than a little effort to tear her eyes away from Faith to look down at him. “We’ll get back to that in a moment, X.” She promised him and took his hands and cupped them around her breasts as she started to ride him again. Xander found it utterly absurd, that watching something as sexy as Faith having an orgasm would be a welcome distraction from his persistent, growing and pressing need to have one of his own, but he was grateful for it. The respite, though, was short lived. It all still felt way too surreal to him as Buffy slowly rose and fell on his throbbing erection, her firm, warm breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples shifting in his hands as hers flexed around them to encourage him to fondle them. Her blonde hair formed a shifting halo while her blue eyes beamed at him and her teeth alternated between being bared and pressing into her full, kissable lower lip.

What was very, very real on the other hand was the feeling and she created in him and his reactions to them. His body wasn’t his own. His mind screamed at him to be still, to let the moment last and last and last, but his hips bucked and undulated to meet hers, to add his impetus to hers, to increase the intensity of their connection. His balls continued to tighten along with the tension deep in his loins, his control growing ever more tenuous even as, unimaginably, his enjoyment and excitement increased. His groans became grunts as her moans became breathy cries as they moved together faster and harder.

Buffy’s eyelids started to flutter, hiding and revealing Xander’s strained yet adoring face as jolts and surges of pleasure slithered and shot through her body. She moved on him, working to drive his Maleness to her core again and again, each journey accompanied by a blast of delight. As, a Slayer, her body was built for exertion and endurance, but the overload of sensation was overwhelming. Her arousal had been at fever pitch for too long and her body screamed for release even as it hungrily strained and sucked up every last sensation while doing its level best to horde and restrain the sexual energy growing and pulsing at her core. She started to quiver as her muscles danced to the beat of her jangled nerves instead of her commands and her breath came in short, hot bursts that barely stayed in her lungs while their bodies continued to collide and slide together.

Xander was losing his mind and loving every moment of it. His body continued to move with hers, his hips rising to meet her as she plummeted down on him as his mind desperately tried to process the fact either he was insane or that he was really having sex with Buffy Summers. That, she was riding him, her body glistening and glowing with perspiration, her breasts rising and falling with mesmerizing regularity, that he knew what those firm breasts felt like, what her nipples tasted like, that her skin felt like silk and satin and at the same time none of those analogies gave it justice and that her tight, hot sex massaging his throbbing length. And then, a small, yet insistent voice reminded him that Faith, who was incidentally naked, on the bed with them, watching and masturbating. Or, she had been until she’d climaxed, an image of which sprung to vivid life whenever his eyelids closed.

Xander didn’t know how he managed to catalogue all those wonderful sights and sensations, and wasn’t simply erupting inside her, but he wasn’t. His breath felt like super-heated steam pumping in and out of his lungs while his heart hammered at his ribs and his blood pounded against his eardrums. Sweat coated him as it did her and his muscles twitched on the electric charges of her rising and falling sex. His hands massaged the lush swell of her hips and somehow he kept the pulsing need for release at bay because if it was real, he didn’t want it to end and if he was dreaming he did not want to wake up. He felt her quiver under his hands as she circled her hips and ground down on him.

Faith lay curled up on her side, her eyes closed and listening to Buffy and Xander, feeling the bed shift as they did. Her body still pulsed and twitched with the aftermath of her climax. She lazily opened her eyes to once again watch the two of them. She remembered what it felt like to have Xander inside her the way Buffy did now. She had ridden him like that too, so many years ago in a dingy motel room, but she didn’t think she had shared anything like the two of them were sharing at that moment and sighed, a soft smile curving her lips, glad that they were, even as a lone tear trickled down her cheek for that fact that she hadn’t. “God, I’m turning into such a girly girl. Good thing I won’t be around for much longer.” She thought as she watched them and recognized as Buffy reached a precipice she was all too familiar with.

Buffy felt herself reach the brink of her control as she lifted herself up along his throbbing length once more and kept him poised at her entrance, her hips slowly rocking with only his dickhead inside her. His fingers were ten points of warm fluctuating pressure at her waist as he helped keep her there for a moment longer and then they relaxed as she did and she slid down onto him again. The final piece of the puzzle fell into place, an inaudible click as he filled her and pierced her core. Her breath caught in her throat and the cry that bubbled up from her throat came out as a strangled whimper while her head dropped back and her spine arched into a tense, vibrating bow as her sex constricted and twisted around his adamantine staff and flooded anew in response to the powerful, pulsing wave of bliss that rocketed through her as she climaxed.

Faith watched Buffy climax and knew exactly what she was feeling. It was one thing to get yourself off, but when it was with someone else and especially if it was really good like she imagined it was with them, it was different. To feel that wild, powerful thing rippling and rampaging inside her, a pleasure so powerful and decadently good it kind of hurt with its intensity. She didn’t know how it was for other woman, but a Slayer was very aware of her body, senses already heightened by who and what she was seemed to be amplified even further. Your blood pounded in your ears and your heart raced while your muscles sang like you were fighting which spoke to something very primal and joyful in a Slayer. You felt so very, very alive. It was like making a kill, but not having to do all the work yourself. But, having every nerve inundated with the blazing fire of pleasure simultaneously, tended to smart a little before the fuses blew and you could just wallow in the bliss.

Xander felt her quivering increase as she settled onto him once more and then he grunted as her sex suddenly constricted and twisted around him. He clutched at her and his eyes went wide when her body tensed and flooded hotly around him as she climaxed. He had always found her beautiful, but in the throes of her orgasm she was truly a magnificent sight to behold. His hips bucked and his world skipped a beat, freezing for a moment and then speeding into vibrant, pulsing life. A strangled cry escaped his lips as he followed suite and erupted inside her. Electric whips carrying heavy surges of delight made his spine curve off the bed, to press him even tighter up against her and his breath caught in his throat as he pumped himself into her rippling sex. His muscles locked and relaxed in rapid succession in response to the electric bursts of delight that skipped and danced through him, making him tremble. They shuddered together, a pair of tensed, intersecting, curved bodies, separated and yet intimately connected at the same.

His breath exploded from his lungs as he was momentarily released from the spell of their shared climax and his spine and although still twitching, settled back to the bed. The blonde goddess above him shuddered one last time and with a breathy moan / whimper all but collapsed on top of him even as her wonderful sex continued to milk his now already drained balls. His chest heaved against her warm, comfortable weight and the pillows of her breast as he tried to catch his breath. His skin tingled and his nerves pulsed with a slow steady thrum of delight as he luxuriated in the afterglow of something he had never thought possible. A naked, sweaty Buffy shifted and they both groaned as her sex clutched at his slowly deflating and retreating manhood. Her hair tickled his neck as she snuggled against shoulder with a contented little sigh while she found and tangled her fingers with his above his head and at his side.

TO BE CONTINUED