So Damn Domestic

Three Hours Later. CPOV



“Oh baby, yeah that’s it. Just a little harder,” I moan like a porn star, and dig my finely manicured nails into Kennedy’s strong back. She’s a slayer she can handle it. My words spur her on, and she starts thrusting harder into me. I think it’s a little annoying that after all this time together she’s still afraid of hurting me if she’s a little rough. Now I’m not the kind of girl who likes pain with her pleasure, but I don’t like being gentle all the time. Being gentle is for when there’s some deeper emotion behind it, like when you spend a romantic evening together and you want to use your body as a tool to show the other person just how much you love them. Gentle and loving have nothing to do with what I’m feeling right now. This is more animalistic. She brings that out in me a lot, the desire to be taken and fucked really hard. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” It’s all I can say. My mind is too clouded with this feeling of pleasure to think of anything else to say.


“No, I’m not God, but thanks for the compliment.” Even in bed she’s a smart ass, but I let her get away with it because she makes me feel so good. Every one of my nerve endings is on fire, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. All I can hear is our heavy breathing, and the rhythmic thump, thump, thump of our hips slamming together. I feel her hot breath against my ear as she gently kisses the shell and then sucks on the lobe. “So you want it rough?” Her voice is husky and I almost don’t recognize it. I can’t say anything so I just nod my head. “Ok babe, if you think you can handle it.” Then I feel her start to thrust into me harder then she ever has before. My pussy is going to be so sore tomorrow, but it’s going to be so worth it. I have to concentrate to keep up with her, and I almost want to tell her to slow down, but I don’t. But I do want to scream, not in pleasure but in frustration when her cell phone rings.


“Don’t you dare answer that!” I yell out and moan when the strap on presses against my g-spot. I feel her start to slow down a little bit and I want to yell out in frustration. I interlock my legs around her back to prevent her from getting up. It won’t do anything good, she’s a slayer after all, and I’m just a seer. It’s not like there’s much I can do to stop her if she wants to get up. She doesn’t get up, she just stops. The strap on is still deep inside me, all ten inches of it, and she’s just breathing against my neck as the phone continue to rings. This doesn’t happen a lot, but just enough to be a nuisance. Why can’t evil wait until morning to cause problems? Why does it have to interfere with my nightly plans? Kennedy finally reaches over and picks up the phone, flips it open and holds it up to her ear.


“The world better be ending or I’m gonna kill you.” She gets really bitchy when we’re interrupted during sex. But she has to answer the phone whenever it rings at odd hours of the night because she’s a slayer, and it’s her job to answer the call of duty. That doesn’t stop me from trying to send myself to happy land. I’m gyrating my hips very slowly, getting the pressure back up, and it’s working a little bit. My blood is starting to flow faster, my breathing is harder, and just when I think I’m making progress I hear something that makes my blood run cold, and my heart stop. Not literally but you catch my drift. “Willow, slow down. What’s the problem?” I can’t help the little glare that appears on my face at the sound of her name. Willow and I have made our peace, we did that at Buffy and Faith’s wedding, and we can be civil towards each other, but that doesn’t mean I want her calling and talking to Kennedy when she’s clearly upset about something.


I gently push her by the shoulders and she gets the hint to get off of me. She pulls out of me and sits down on the edge of the bed and continues to talk to Willow. I get up and slip on my silk robe and sit in the not so comfortable chair by the window. I really don’t want to be in the same room while she talks to her ex-girlfriend, but there’s not much I can do about that. I know I’m being shallow but I don’t really care. Everybody gets jealous of the ex, everybody. You can pretend that you don’t get jealous, you can put on your fake smiles and say that everything is ok, but inside you just wanna bash their head against a wall for interrupting your life. And that’s exactly what she’s done. It’s way more then the phone call that I’m talking about, it’s the fact that Kennedy is rushing around now, trying to get her pants back on and looking a little frantic.


“Get dressed, we have to go.” I hate it when she bosses me around. She may be a slayer but that doesn’t give her the right to tell me what to do. “Where’d you throw my bra?” She sounds distracted and it only takes her a second to find the thing. She slips it on and then puts on her shirt. I ask her what the hell is going on, and she looks back at me with an annoyed look on her face. If anyone should be annoyed right now it’s me. “The demon we’ve been tracking moved north a lot sooner then I thought it was going to. It ate a bunch of people and when Faith and Buffy tried to stop it, it almost killed Faith and it took Buffy.” I don’t think I’ve ever gotten dressed that quick before. And not just getting dressed, but combing out my hair and touching up my makeup. What? I’m supposed to look like a total freak because some big bad demon has Buffy? The whole world doesn’t revolve around her ya know.


We run out to the car and jump in. Now that the reality of the situation has had a chance to sink in I realize that right now the world should revolve around Buffy. The demon that has her is a nasty one. We’ve been tracking it for about a month now and right when we think we’re making some progress it gets by us. It’s m.o. is like a lot of other demons which makes it hard to track. It feeds on the people that society has deemed worthless. Ya know, homeless people and teen runaways. It finds them and it feeds. Rips them open and eats their organs. I know, it’s a total yuck situation. We’ve been trying to find a way to stop it but nothing has worked. I have some experience with magic, and every spell I tried didn’t work. Kennedy tried fighting the demon a couple of weeks ago, and she’s still recovering from it. This thing pulverized her. She still limps a little on her left leg, but that’s the only sign that she fought this thing and survived.


We’ve been driving ourselves to exhaustion trying to find this thing because according to the books this thing is going to go into heat soon, and trust me that’s not good. We can’t find a way to kill it, how are we supposed to save whoever it takes? I guess the more appropriate question would be, how are we going to save Buffy? It makes sense that he would take her now that I’m thinking about it. She’s one of the strongest slayers in the world, and she’s had a couple of kids so her insides are stretchy enough to accommodate one of these things. I don’t know how long ago she was taken, and yes that definitely matters. We only have a few hours to find her before the demon will finish all of its mating rituals, and once that happens we’ll be pretty much helpless to stop what the demon plans on doing. Jeez, that drive went by really fast. And there’s the hotel. Let’s hope we have enough time.


There haven’t been a lot of situations in my life that I viewed completely hopeless. For the most part I try to be an optimist, a silver lining type of person. This situation is proving to be a big fat exception. We’ve been trying to find a solution for hours. All of us have been reading page after page of pointless and very useless information. I mean, who cares if the demon’s pee is blue? It’s not going to help us find Buffy in time. From Willow’s estimations we have about five hours left to find her before the demon does the last ritual. And trust me we don’t’ want that to happen.


The only one who hasn’t been reading these stupid books is Willow. She’s been doing spell after spell trying to find Buffy. Locator spells for her, locator spells for the demon, and locator spells for evil in general. She has three slayers out now hunting down demons and vampires and they’re supposed to call the second they know anything. I didn’t get to meet them because they were gone by the time Kennedy and I got here. I’m pretty sure these girls are not experienced enough to go up against a demon like this. That’s why they were stationed in Redding in the first place. Yes this town does have its share of supernatural evil, but the biggest evil before this demon came along was the horrifying lack of fashion sense that everyone in this town seems to have.


“Did you find anything useful yet?” Kennedy asks and hovers over my shoulder. She’s been driving me a little crazy. Maybe I would be able to find something useful if she’d stop interrupting me every five minutes. I haven’t said anything to her about it yet. I can’t really blame her for being restless. If my best friend was beaten to a bloody pulp and her wife was in the hands of some nasty, kidnaping, rapist demon I’d be a little spastic too. She’s been pacing for the last twenty minutes. Every once in a while she’ll pick up a book and flip through it but she’s too wound up to sit down and research. Patience is definitely not one of her virtues.


“No I haven’t.” Ok, that came out a little harsher then I wanted it to. But that’s ok because she’s been with me long enough to know better then to ask me pointless questions. If I had found something I would have said so by now. But I understand her uneasiness so I’ll cut her some slack. “Why don’t you go check on the kids? Make sure they’re still sleeping. We wouldn’t want them to see Faith looking the way she is. It would traumatize them for life.” We both know I’m right so she has almost no room to argue. And with what little room she has she argues like I just asked her to walk into oncoming traffic or something.


“Sky’s checked on the kids three times in the last five minutes. It’s safe to assume that they’re still asleep.” I watch her eyes roam around the room until they find the slayer witch hybrid. I can’t help but notice the little glare she sends Sky’s way. I turn around to see why Kennedy is glaring and I shake my head a little bit. I guess the latest spell didn’t work just like the others and she’s trying to comfort Willow. She has her wrapped up in a big hug and she’s whispering things into the redhead’s ear. So that’s why Kennedy has been acting so weird. At first I thought Ken was being a bitch to her because they’re both slayers, and every slayer feels the need to be the dominate one in a group of people. The real reason: she’s jealous. Sky is with precious little Willow and Kennedy can’t stand it.


“You mind looking away? Your eyes are starting to turn a little green.” Ok so it’s not one of my best lines, but it did the intended trick. She’s looking at me with her puppy-dog eyes and an ‘I’m sorry, please forgive me’ expression. But I’m not going to forgive her just yet. She left me twice in favor of Willow and I’m not about to rule out the possibility of it happening again. Only it won’t be so easy with Sky in the picture. She’s been marking her territory ever since she was introduced to Kennedy. “Will you go check on Faith? I think the pain killers are wearing off.” She doesn’t argue with me on this one. She squeezes my shoulder a little and tries to catch my eyes before she leaves the room but I won’t let her.


I go back to reading this very boring book and try to forget about all of the small problems going on around me. Like always this is about Buffy, and finding her is more important then being mad at my girlfriend for getting jealous over an ex. If I were Kennedy I’d probably be jealous too. I’d also be worried out of my mind, like I know she is. This is the part that we haven’t told Faith yet because we’re afraid she’s going to freak out and hurt herself even more. We’re trying to find Buffy before the demon rapes her not just to save her from the traumatic experience but to save her life. I’ll keep it simple: the demon rapes the victim, the victim becomes pregnant with the evil offspring, the offspring grows inside the victim’s uterus for about three months, and then eats its way out of the victim. So we really need to find Buffy before she gets inseminated with the demon seed.


“She’s still alive, so we can’t give up hope yet. As long as she’s alive she has a chance,” Willow announces. I guess she’s trying to get us to look on the bright side. But I gotta tell ya it’s hard to see the bright side of a pitch black room. Lets say that we find Buffy in time. We find out where the demon is keeping her and we all go to her rescue. Then what? This thing almost killed Faith then took off with the most experienced slayer in the world. The world. Not just this city, county, state or country, but the world. So we find her, show up to rescue her and then die trying to save her? Is that the plan? ‘Cause if it is it need some work.


“I don’t mean to be a negative Nancy,” oh yeah, I can totally see why Willow likes Sky. She may not look it but she’s as big a geek as Willow. “But what do we do after we find Buffy? This thing was strong enough to almost kill Faith and run off with the strongest slayer of all time. How do we fight that?” At least she’s willing to ask the question that’s on everyone’s mind. I would have said something sooner but I was a little distracted by the negative Nancy comment.


“I’ll distract him while you and the other slayers get her and bring her back here. He has some strong magics but not strong enough. I almost got a read on where she is. I just need a little more time. Whatever he’s using to block their location is losing power. If we had the time I’d just wait it out, but it’ll take longer then five hours to completely fade.” At least we finally have some good news. I was getting ready to deem this situation hopeless instead of just seemingly hopeless. Now there’s only one question on everybody’s mind that even I’m afraid to ask: what happens if we don’t find her in time?


BPOV


I don’t know how long it’s been since the demon marked me but it feels like forever. Like I’ve been sitting here in this spot longer then anyone can remember. I’m sure I’ve been sitting here longer then any type of stop watch could keep track. The only way I know that time hasn’t stopped all together is because the ache between my legs is getting worst. I have to have some kind of release because its starting to hurt really bad. My clitoris is engorged with more blood then it can handle and its sore. I’m getting a little light headed because it’s been a long time since any of that blood has flowed through my brain. I think I’m going crazy, but I don’t want to give in. I just feel like if I give in to this need and give myself some release then the demon wins. And we all know how competitive I can be.


I’ve tried almost everything I can think of to get rid of this need. I thought about my kids for a while but I had to stop. Thinking about my kids while I’m this horny just felt weird. So I started thinking about all of the things I have to do when I get home. Every single thing ended in me fucking Faith. I thought about having to pay the water bill, but that led to thoughts of fucking Faith in the shower. Thinking about the laundry only led to thoughts of fucking Faith while she’s sitting on the dryer. And finally the one that got me worked up the most was the thought of taking Tucker for a walk because it ended with me fucking Faith doggy style with the strap-on. So I stopped thinking about that and tried something else but ti didn’t work. It ended up with me and Faith having mind blowing sex on a deserted beach.


So now I’m keeping my mind completely blank and trying as hard as I can to ignore the pain in my panties. Ever since he took my clothes off of me it’s gotten worst. The cold air has been kissing my hot skin, and caressing my very alert nerve endings, and turning me on even more. I’ve always had a thing for cold when I’m turned on. I don’t know what it is, but the feeling of something cool being pressed against my scorching skin just makes me even hornier. Spike was the first one who figured that out. He took some ice and pressed it against the back of my neck just to piss me off a little, but it made me moan, and shiver and fuck him just a little harder. God, even thinking about Spike is turning me on. Could this day get any worst? The demon just stood up from his seat at that table, so I guess my question is about to be answered.


The demon walks over to the edge of my invisible cage and moves the rock, and the cage is disabled. I try to get passed him but I’m weak and he’s not. He grabs me by my hair and pulls me close to him. I can feel the roughness at his skin against my exposed back and it sickens me how much my body loves it. My clit is throbbing way more then it was a few seconds ago and I can feel my wetness pooling in my panties. The smell of it is thick and its driving my senses a little crazy. I can’t force my hips to stay still and they’re rocking, searching for something hard to press my pussy against. My nipples are straining even tighter against the material of my bra wanting to be pinched and sucked and teased. I really want to be back at the hotel so I can fuck Faith. She’s the only one who can give me what I truly need.


I feel the demon let go of my hair and he picks me up and cradles me like I”m a child or something. I try so hard to stop shivering but I can’t. The feel of his rough skin against my hot and wanting flesh is making me shiver with desire and I really think I’m going to be sick. I know I can’t force my body to stop feeling what its feeling because the demon did something to me. Whatever he forced down my throat is making me like this. So I’ll just think about Faith again. I imagine that we’re back at the house in our own bed. Her hard nipples rub against mine as she hovers above me. I arch my back so they rub against each other a little harder. The sensation is doing nothing more but making me hotter for her. I moan out her name in an almost pleading tone, but she doesn’t take me, not yet. She wants to torture me just a little first.


Her kiss swollen lips latch onto my throat and she roughly takes my skin into her mouth and marks me as hers. Her teeth draw just a little blood as she gets a little carried away. I moan deep when three of her fingers enter me. She takes me so rough and hard and I almost can’t keep up. She just keeps pounding into me harder, and harder, and I feel her other hand teasing my clit. I try to manipulate my body so she’s putting more pressure on it but for some reason I can’t really move. Then she pinches it hard and I scream as I come all over her hand, my thighs, and our bed. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my entire life. I keep whispering her name over and over again, like a prayer, and I don’t ever want to stop. She’s my salvation, my everything and I don’t ever want to let her go.


I hear a strange clicking noise and it rips me out of my little fantasy. I open my eyes and the demon is making the strange clicking noise with his mouth. It sounds like he’s trying to talk to me or something in whatever demon language he’s speaking in. I don’t feel his rough body against me anymore. What I’m against is hard, and smooth, and cold. It feels almost like the table he tied me to earlier. But my arms and legs don’t feel tied down. I do feel something hard between my legs. It isn’t inside my panties, but ti’s pressed up against my clit. I don’t want to look but I have to. My gaze moves from the demons mouth to his shoulder. Inch by inch until I’m finally staring at the hand that’s firmly between my legs. Legs that are spread wide and begging for something to enter the space between them.


I can’t believe I just got a hand job by a demon and I didn’t even notice. And I’m not feeling guilty just because a demon violated me like that. I feel guilty at how satisfied I feel. That was probably one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had and that’s what I feel guilty about. I was thinking about Faith, and how worked up she gets me, and how good she makes me feel, but Faith didn’t bring me to orgasm, the demon did. Is that why the demon brought me out here? Did he know how worked up I was and he decided to relieve some of the pressure? Judging by the fact that he’s now tying me down I’m going to say no. All I can do is watch as he walks over to another table and starts mixing things in another bowl. I really hope he isn’t going to make me drink that because it smells disgusting. I see something else on the other table. A needle. And not like the needle he used earlier to mark me. It’s a hypodermic needle, and it’s already fill with some kind of blue-ish liquid. I try to struggle but the handcuffs are just as strong as they were before.


I try not to think about the needle. I try not to focus on all of the questions running through my mind. On all of the little voices asking things like ‘what is it for?’ and ‘where is he going to put it?’. I couldn’t help but notice that it’s a long needle. Eight inches long maybe. Long enough to make me start to panic. I try not to but it happens. My whole body starts twisting around as I try to break free. It’s pretty pointless though. These shackles have probably been magically altered so nothing can break them. So I think about my kids instead of focusing on all of this bad stuff. I think about when Matthew’s baby teeth were growing in and he was fussy all the time, and had a little bit of a temperature. Faith would sit up with him at night and read to him, and let him chew on her fingers. God that was such a long time ago.


When Addison was cutting teeth it was completely different. She wasn’t just fussy like Matthew had been. She was downright pissed off. She was in so much pain that we had to get her doctor to prescribe her some painkillers. We could have gotten the same stuff over the counter but we were kind of panicking because no matter what we did she wouldn’t stop crying. So we put some of the red sticky liquid on her gums and it numbed them within a matter of minutes. We when she finally fell asleep it felt like the heavens were smiling upon us, and all was right with the world. Then Matthew came home from school and stared yelling because he got a good grade on a history project he turned in a few days before. We didn’t have time to react, to tell him to be quiet because the baby was asleep, and she woke up and started screaming. It took both me and Faith over three hours to get her to go back to sleep.


I snap my attention back to the demon when I see him move towards me. He doesn’t have the needle, only the bowl but that doesn’t make this any less frightening. I clench my jaw shut and give him the best defiant look that I can conjure up. But it doesn’t really matter because he isn’t walking towards my face. He stands near my stomach and dips his hand in the bowl. He pulls it out and starts to rub my stomach. Whatever the liquid is it’s really warm and for some reason it’s calming me down. Don’t get me wrong, my body still feels on fire and I still want to be fucked, but I don’t feel panicked. I don’t pay attention to anything else but the feel of the warm and soothing wetness being spread over my stomach and abdomen. I watch as his hand leaves my wanting flesh and disappears back into the bowl. A couple of seconds later its back on me, and gently daces over me in a rhythmic and hypnotizing way. When his hand leaves my body a second time I close my eyes and wait for it to return.


I feel a light pinch but I don’t worry about it. I’m too relaxed to care what’s happening. But I’m sure that light burning sensation is cause for some concern. So I slowly open my eyes to see what’s causing it and my entire body goes numb at the sight. You know that needle I talked about not too long ago? Well a lot of that needle, I can’t really tell how much, is now inside of my stomach and the demon is slowly draining all of that blue fluid into my stomach. Well to be honest I don’t really think it’s going into my stomach. From the location of the needle I’d say he’s putting that stuff into my right ovary, but what do I know? It’s not like I’m a doctor or something close to it. I force myself not to struggle. No I don’t want that thing inside me, and no I don’t want him putting that stuff inside of me, but if I struggle and the needle breaks off how do you think he’s going to get it out? Or he could just leave it in there and I could die from a massive infection.


I wince when he pulls the needle out of me. I’m suddenly filled with a sense of relief and fear. Relief because I don’t have that huge needle inside of me and fear because I now have some strange liquid flowing freeing inside of my body and there’s not a thing I can do to stop it. I can only assume it has something to do with him wanting me horny all the time. I’m going to go ahead and point out the obvious and say that this is going to try and...breed with me. It’s the only thing that truly makes sense. If he wanted to rape me he would have done so by now. But he’s treating me with care. He hasn’t really hurt me, except for pulling my hair when I tried to get away. He doesn’t want to cause me any harm that could make it difficult for me to conceive. If I thought I was going to be sick before then i know I’m going to now.


I don’t try to get away when he unbinds my hands and feet. My muscles are still to relaxed from when he was massaging my stomach. And I think I’m in shock or something. Everything is moving in slow motion and I don’t know how to make it normal. I don’t know how to go back a minute or two before I came to that terrifying conclusion. I don’t care if it was staring me in the face and I was just too stupid to see it. I just want someone to come and save me because I would rather die then have something evil growing inside of me. TO feel it moving around and feeding off of me would probably drive me insane. And it’s not like I’d really have the option of going to a clinic and getting an abortion. There’s no way I’m going to be able to escape, and I’m sure aborting a demon is a lot different then a baby. I’m sure there’d have to be spells involved ro something. The point is, is if this demon does get me pregnant I’ll die. I’ll make myself die somehow because I can’t have one of those things growing inside of me.


I feel the demon sit me up on the table. I don’t try to get away, or move in any way. I think I am in shock because that’s the only way I’d lose my desire to fight back. I should be struggling like hell now that I’m pretty sure I know why he’s keeping me here. Why he took me away from my wife, from my family. Do you think he’d be able to understand if I talk? I haven’t pleaded because there are a lot of demons that only speak their language. I think he’s one of them so why bother trying? What could I possibly say that will make him let me go? ‘No please, I’ve got a wife and three kids, you gotta let me go’. Like that line hasn’t been used before. Ok, so it isn’t a line, I really do have a wife and three kids but do you think he cares? I sigh loudly and he doesn’t look away from what he’s doing. He’s gently massaging my stomach with more of that warm liquid, but I’m too numb to feel it or care.


Is this what hopeless situations feel like? Because I think I’m stuck in one. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, it feels like days, but I can’t be too sure. For all I know time works way different here and I have been here for days, but outside of this cave it’s only been a couple of minutes. Maybe that’s why no one has come to my rescue? Please, who am I trying to fool? I may not understand everything about the different dimensions and the way time works between them, but I’m pretty sure you can’t alter just one space, it actually has to be a different world or something. So there’s no way that it’s been days. Hours maybe, but not days. And nobody’s found me because they don’t know where I am. Faith is probably dead. If she didn’t die from internal bleeding then a vampire found her and drained her. That feels like a knife to the heart, but I bite the tears back. I’ll cry after he puts me back in invisible cage, but not directly in front of him. I may have given up the will to fight, but I still have some dignity.


When he finally does carry me back to the cage and lay me down I don’t even wait for him to leave before I start bawling my eyes out. I’m crying for lots of reasons at this point. For being trapped here with a demon I can kill or get away from. For seeing the demon beat the living hell out of Faith and just leave her there to die. For the fact that she’s probably dead, lying at the edge of the woods all alone. For the fact that I’m probably never going to see my kids again. I’m never going to see them grow up. Matthew will remember me, hopefully, but Addison and Joseph are too young to remember. Addison might remember little things, but Joseph won’t. I’m crying because I have so much fear, and so many different emotions ripping through my body and I can’t control them anymore. And lastly, I’m crying because my body wants sex so much, and it’s making me feel like a dirty, nasty whore. I just want to go home and forget all of this ever happened. Is that too much to ask?