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Free Play - Meet the Family 4/4

(A/N) Here you go, Merry Christmas and all that jazz, my gift to you is over seven thousand eight hundred words of this story... I know i'm cheap.





I hope you all enjoy it,





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Walking down the sidewalk, Buffy tried to ignore the dark cloud that seemed to be floating metaphorically over her head. Moving through her new hometown, Buffy made her way to the park and sought somewhere to think.





Taking a seat on one of the benches, Buffy crossed her arms and sighed, stubbornly ignoring the bright, beautiful California day and the dozen odd happily laughing children running around the park as she sulked at the unfairness of the world. She hadn't even been in town a week and already her bratty sister had stolen the one guy she had her eye on and the redhead Buffy had felt was fast becoming a friend. She had been pulled back into slaying, already had a near miss by a mini-apocalypse in the form of the Harvest, had gotten her sister and three others involved, and didn't even get to be the big hero as the vessel had been taken out by that 'Ken' guy Xander had picked up somewhere.





"Ah, another lonely soul has found its way to the resting place for irreparably damaged cardiopulmonary systems."





Fortunately, Buffy’s emo fueled mood was spoiled by someone taking the space beside her with a chuckle at her confused look.





"Seat of broken hearts," the older lady said with a smile as she looked out at the laughing families enjoying the park. "Legend has it that Richard Wilkins the first had this bench placed in memory of his late wife who used to sit here on their Sunday afternoon strolls. Every Sunday after church, the Mayor would take time out to sit and watch the families, a tradition that his son followed and his grandson follows to this day." noticing the look Buffy was giving her, the intruder chuckled lightly before turning to face the slayer fully. "I'm sorry, local political history was my thesis for my masters and I tend to ramble once it comes up," she said before holding out her hand. "Elizabeth Salix, small town historian for the Smithsonian Institute and insistent ear to those in need."





Buffy actually found herself chuckling at the bubbly and friendly personality of the historian, for a moment Buffy had the mental image of Elizabeth as a Watcher before shaking the image away with a snort. The chipper attitude of the older woman probably repelled tweed like a cross to vampires. "Buffy Summers, while not actually in need it could be worth it to talk"





And so she laid the whole situation out, everything from suddenly getting pulled into 'Cheerleading' and the drama involved to getting her friends involved and even how her sister had seemed to snatch her friends out from under her. She found that it was hard to keep the lie straight with Elizabeth as she kept stumbling; fortunately the older woman either missed it or simply ignored the slips.





Elizabeth for her part simply listened as Buffy complained, nodding politely at times and making small comments to show her interest in the blonde’s discontent. When the story finally finished, the brunette sighed in commiseration, “Well, I wish I could say that everything would be better,” the researcher said with a soft smile as she gazed out at the park. “Unfortunately, my three sisters and I all fell for the same man years ago, over five years of dating we did everything but permanently disfigure each other, from public humiliation to financial destruction and scholastic sabotage, everything we did just seemed to drive him further and further away.”





Watching her new friend’s features carefully Buffy could tell that the older woman was actually sad thinking about that time. “So, what did you do?”





Glancing back at Buffy, Elizabeth smiled. “In the end we decided that no matter how much he meant to us we meant more to each other,” she explained before shrugging. “So, we all stepped back from chasing him and rather quickly discovered that we actually missed competing against each other. So, after talking it over we decided to try sharing him, continuing our competitions, and letting the winner of the day enjoy the night with him.”





Frowning at that, Buffy considered what her friend was saying before glancing out at the park as she thought.





Patting Buffy on the leg, Elizabeth smiled at her “I’m not saying you need to share him, just don’t blame your sister for seeing the same thing in him that you do.”





Watching as she continued to stare out in thought. Elizabeth smiled before standing to leave. As she walked out of sight of the Slayer, the dark haired female smiled as she felt the small vibration in her pocket. Elizabeth pulled the smart phone out; she glanced at the screen for a moment before returning it to her pocket and walking away.





Mission Complete: A friend in need


Buffy has accepted the need to be open in her relationship desires; while not a fix, it is definitely a step in the right direction.





+25000 points, +50 relationship to all Buffy Summers across the Genre server.





Unlocked Special Server: Rescue Me


Much like the Dark-Verse the Rescue Me servers are lost to the machinations of evil, enter the server and rescue your friends and allies for massive bonuses and access to other locked servers.





As she reached the end of the street the female seemed to waiver in place, changing form to someone very different before fading from view entirely.





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Jessie watched as she slowly, almost teasingly so, pulled down the tight straps of her dress. He swallowed gently, his eyes shifting between her face and her chest as she continued down, revealing her incredible breasts to his hungering eyes. For a moment he tried to keep myself from staring at them, switching his gaze to look up at her and smiled at the eager gaze she had as she stared at his covered erection hungrily before she pulled him into a kiss.





Jessie began to kiss his way down to her neck, listening to her sighing in pleasure as his tongue ran across the sensitive skin. The corners of his mouth were curled into a grin as she responded to his advances, excited that she really wanted this, more than blood or violence, more than her own personal freedom even.





He laved his tongue around the pale skin of her neck. For a moment he could almost pretend he felt her pulse racing as she gasped in pleasure, the cool temperature of her body against his own burning flesh was enough to excite him.





Kissing down her collarbone, Jessie smiled as her body shifted upward to greet me as he adventured eagerly down into the cleft of her great breasts.





Darla exhaled passionately while he licked and kissed his way around her semi-firm orbs. She shivered with delight each time he sucked hard upon her nipples and then let the pressure of his mouth suddenly release them with a pop. She moaned gently in pleasure as he nursed, keeping him close to her breast with a hand behind his head. At the same time, she was grinding herself against his thigh with eager sighs of desire.





"Keep going ...," she quietly pleaded. "Please more..."





Jessie squeezed the base of her breasts tightly, pushing their shape out even further and sucking back and forth between her nipples. There was only so much of her eager panting and writhing body begging him onward that he could take. It wasn't long before he put an arm around her back and swiftly moved her over to the desk, scattering the piled books and notes from school as he leaned the vampire’s ass against the piece of furniture. Letting his hand drift down, he smiled as Darla eagerly parted her legs in anticipation of his touch.





Lifting the hem of her dress up, Jessie let his hand slide along her thigh. Rubbing the inside as he slowly made his way up to her core, cupping her hairless pussy in his hand, Jessie frowned before breaking away from his suckling. He caught Darla’s eye as he scowled. “I thought I ordered you to wear something while my parents were home.”





Darla whimpered at her master’s scowl before dropping to her knees. “I’m sorry, Master,” she said as Jessie wiped his mouth and took a deep breath as he considered what his response should be.





Only a few days ago and he would have considered it to be a minor issue, something that he would have overlooked in his enjoyment of the vampire’s willing flesh. Now though, his mother had made sure he was aware of his duties as a Master. Sighing at the break from his sexual desires, Jessie reached out. Running his fingers through the golden locks of Darla’s hair, he clenched a handful and jerked her up to face him.





“Explain why you disobeyed me,” he ordered as Darla struggled not to fight the grip.





“I am sorry Master, I don’t have anymore, Master ripped the last pair off last night.” she explained with a pleading look as Jessie continued to frown.





“So, it’s my fault you broke the rule?” he questioned as he relaxed the grip slightly, he knew Darla’s next response would be important in her training.





Looking down sadly, Darla shook her head “No, Master, I had time to go and get some more and I didn’t.”





Letting her hair go entirely, Jessie gently ran his hand down her cheek before lifting her chin to look at him again. “Very good pet, you didn’t try to shift the blame,” Jessie explained with a soft smile before he took a deep breath. “Never the less you have broken one of my rules and disappointed me greatly. While you will receive some mercy for being honest I must still punish you,” he explained before taking a step back.





“Go to the corner, you are to face the wall in a Seiza position, you are not to look up or speak until I am prepared to carry out your punishment.” he ordered and watched as the vampire moved quickly to obey.





Leaving the room, Jessie made his way downstairs where he stopped to give his mom a kiss goodbye as she hurried off to work. He made his way into the garage and began to prepare.





One of the points his mother had made about the punishment process was the anticipation value. While he knew Darla was a vampire the anticipation still worked, sitting in a slightly uncomfortable position with nothing to do but think would put her in a far more receptive mindset when he did punish her. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to do this too often as her vampiric abilities made it difficult to find something that would work.





Gathering several items from the workshop area, Jessie set them all out carefully before grabbing a five gallon bucket and heading outside. A bit of short shovel work in the old sandbox was enough to mostly fill the bucket with loose sand before he collected his chosen method of punishment and hauled the lot up to his room.





Setting everything down on the desk, Jessie made sure to be as quiet as possible. He kept an eye on his slave as she sat in the corner to make sure she didn’t try and peek while he was preparing.





Finally, after a few minutes of prep work Jessie stepped over to the kneeling vampire. Crouching down behind her, he was proud that she maintained both her position and stare despite his presence. Reaching out, Jessie pulled Darla’s hands behind her back, securing them in place with a pair of heavy duty handcuffs. While he knew that she could destroy the restraints if she wanted he was also aware that she would not want to disappoint him again. Pulling her arms out straight behind her, Jessie secured her arms at the elbow through judicious use of a pair of belts forcing Darla’s shoulders back and her chest out.





As her arms were secure Jessie pulled a blindfold from his pocket and wrapped the blinder around her face, blocking her sight and adding another level to the anticipation. Without a word Jessie pulled the ancient vampire to her feet before spinning her around to face him. Holding her steady, Jessie used a pair of scissors to snip away the dress she still wore, peeling the clothes away and revealing her body to his gaze.





“You have disappointed me Darla, I gave you a simple order and you didn’t even last a week without disobeying me.” Jessie explained as he led her to the center of the room. She whimpered slightly at his words, his earlier order for her silence still keeping her from speaking as he carefully lifted her into the bucket. He gave her a moment to find her balance in the soft loose sand, a task considerably harder given her inability to use her arms.





Taking several of his items off the desk, Jessie took a deep breath to focus himself before he began.





“Stick out your tongue.” he ordered and smiled at her immediate obedience. Using a cloth to dry the tongue of much of the saliva, Jessie got to work.





Sandwiching her tongue between two metal rods, Jessie fiddled with it a bit before clamping them together with a pair of zip ties. He was careful not to make it too tight and amputate the tongue. With the rods firmly in place, Darla was now unable to close her mouth or retract her tongue. With all the set up finished, Jessie set to work wrapping some of his father’s high test fishing line around the rods before tossing a loop up to a hook in the ceiling he had once used to hang a model of the Enterprise years ago.





With the line in place Jessie pulled the slack and watched carefully as Darla leaned back as her tongue was stretched up. Her back arched and her neck bent as she tried to follow the path her tongue was being pulled in. When she was finally on her toes, Jessie stopped pulling and tied the line off.





Jessie knew from his mother’s explanation that the position was extremely uncomfortable. His own addition of the sand meant that Darla could never gain a solid footing, making her shift constantly as she sought relief from the discomfort the position put her in.





He took a moment to enjoy the view before he smiled. Her chest and ass were on display perfectly, the rise and fall of each ass cheek as she sought a solid footing was a truly mesmerizing sight.





After a moment’s thought Jessie walked over to the desk and pulled out the camera his mother had bought to document his journey towards the position of Master.





He moved carefully around his Slave as he snapped pictures of the sight from every angle before he returned the device back to the desk. He would need to find a way to develop the film himself, there was no way he would let some mouth breathing pervert ogle the pictures of his personal property.





With a sigh Jessie set about the final task, pulling a wire rod only slightly thicker than cars antenna Jessie tested the bend in the wire before turned back to his slave.





He truly hated marking her flesh, but if it kept her from going against his orders again he would do what was needed, besides, it meant he would get to kiss them better once her punishment was complete.





He smiled at that thought before he whipped the rod through the air and laid a strike against Darla's ass leaving a bright red mark across the meaty flesh and forcing the master vampire to jump in surprise and shock from the contact. The sudden movement caused her to shift and immediately start struggling to find her footing again.





"One," Jessie said clearly as he walked around Darla casually swinging the rod back and forth from time to time and watching her flinch in anticipation.





Bringing his arm back, Jessie let his next strike land on the blonde’s ample chest, striking just below her nipples and forcing her to jerk back slightly before once more struggling to balance as she was held up by her tongue. "Two."





The next blow landed on her left thigh, striking just below the meat of her ass. His strike actually pulled a squeal of shock from the vampire as she tilted to her right side to protect the injured area slightly. "Three," Jessie said carefully as he tried to control his breathing. Despite his mother's warnings about restraint, which had been a completely separate warning than the one about restraints, Jessie was in fact using his full strength on the strikes. He knew this kind of thing was unacceptable in normal relationships but Jessie felt that the vampiric durability of his slave required more force than normal.





His next target was the firm toned belly of his slave, the strike landing just above her pelvis and leaving a dark red line under her belly button as she once again struggled to keep her position. "Four."





The fifth and final blow was the one he would need to be the most careful about. Stepping back, Jessie took a moment before lashing out with the rod striking the side of Darla's face from just under her eye to her chin, actually breaking the skin and leaving a line of blood down her face. Her struggling this time was enough to knock the sand bucket over, tipping it away and leaving the four hundred year old vampire hanging from her tongue for a split second until the fishing line broke with an audible snap. Blindfolded, arms bound behind her, and uncertain of where the floor even was, it was unsurprising that she fell on her ass.


As she finally stopped thrashing Jessie gave her a moment to still before setting the rod down. "Five," he said before walking over to her.





Carefully picking her from the floor, he sat her on his lap before he used a pair of pliers to cut the zip ties loose and removed the bars clamping her tongue. He gently ran his thumb across the abused appendage, massaging it gently before letting her have it back. "I hate hurting you, pet," he whispered as he leaned over and licked the injury he had put across her face, lapping up the blood as she moaned.





"You took your punishment well, and in thanks, I will be taking you out later today," he said as he pulled off the blindfold and smiled. "The mall is open late and we can buy you some underwear so I don't need to punish you again." At her look, Jessie smiled before leaning down and kissing her. "Your punishment is over, you can speak," he provided before bending her forward and beginning to unlock the restraints on her arms. He stopped though when Darla let out a soft whimper.





"Leave them on," she whispered softly as she writhed against him in pleasure.





Blinking, Jessie simply shook his head before leaning forward and kissing her again. "Very well, pet." Reaching down, Jessie grabbed her leg. Lifting it up over his head as Darla groaned at the stretch she was being forced to do before he brought it down on his other side forcing Darla to straddle him in all her naked glory.





As the two sat in the middle of the room kissing. Jessie wondered how he had ever been lucky enough to get a sex toy like her in his life. As she slowly began using her hips to rub herself against his erection, Jessie smiled into the kiss.





In the end he didn't really care how, he was just really glad that he did.





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Knocking on the door to the McNally house, Xander tried to ignore the paranoid feeling that he was being followed. It had haunted him all the way from the high school but he shrugged it off as hellmouth jitters. Anything that could track him this long without giving itself away would have killed him ages ago.





Giving the door a few minutes, Xander knocked again and this time got an answer from a freshly showered and clean Jessie opening the door and smiling at his friend’s presence.





"Xander," Jessie greeted before reaching out and grabbing him quickly. He guided Xander away from the house with a half mad expression on his face.





Reaching the street, Jessie finally turned to Xander seriously before dropping to his knees. "Please dude you gotta help me!" he begged desperately as Xander just blinked in confusion. "She doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, she can't go out. So all she does is wait in the basement for me to come home before she jumps me." his friend explained as he climbed back to his feet and began pacing. "We've had sex sixteen times since I got home yesterday," he said before looking at Xander with a mad glint in his eye. "SIXTEEN!" he shouted before glancing around desperately in case Darla heard him and tried to make it seventeen. "I can't order her to stop having sex with me. I've already had her do everything from cooking to painting the bedroom, she gets it all done and then wants sex to celebrate, I'm dehydrated, I can't see straight, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got friction burns on eighty percent of my cock."





Waving his hands in front of him to interrupt, Xander shook his head desperately. "Whoa, stop, way too much information." he declared seriously as his friend just glared.





Considering his friend’s dilemma for a few minutes, Xander hit on the perfect solution. "Let's go ask Giles."





For a moment Jessie stared at him like he was crazy before shaking his head. "The high school librarian? What the hell is he going to do, recommend a book?"





Blinking at that, Xander finally nodded as he realized what had happened. "Right, you don't know. Okay look, Giles is all into the hoodoo voodoo stuff, guardian for a mystical warrior kind of deal, uses the librarian shtick as a cover."





Jessie blinked at that before shrugging his shoulders, "At least it isn't a journalist or billionaire playboy philanthropist like DC uses." he said in defeat before looking back at the house. "How are we going to get her to him though?"





Realizing the difficulty of moving a vampire across town during the daylight hours, Xander began brainstorming ideas. "Well, we could always use a blanket."





"Cops would ask questions even in this town, one little peak and the problem would be moot." Jessie countered as Xander nodded.





"Could we hide her in the trunk of a car and drive her over there?"





Shaking his head, Jessie shot down that idea as well "No car, no license." Jessie said as he stared at the house with a funny expression.





"Well, we could-" Xander began as Jessie cut him off.





"What about a Gimp suit?"





Blinking at that, Xander raised his hands defensively at the question "Look bro, I like you and all but-"





"Not like that, asshole." Jessie snapped with a grin at Xander’s joking. "My mom has an old gimp suit, should fit close enough and it doesn't let light in." Jessie explained before shrugging. "Won't let her see either but we can lead her through the back alleys."





"Fine, but if we get caught I swear I am going to give you such an Indian burn you won't be able to use your right arm for a month." Xander threatened as Jessie nodded happily and the two headed for the house.





"Fine, fine, you're not responsible for any girls in Gimp suits.” he said before smiling “Unless it's Willow" Jessie teased lightly.





For a moment the image of his best female friend locked up in a gimp suit overloaded Xander’s mind, he didn't even notice when he face planted after tripping over the edge of the walk.





Thankfully Jessie's laughter was stopped through judicious use of the throttling technique.





Finally, finishing up with their roughhousing, the two managed to get inside without too much trouble.





Behind them Marcie Ross finally stopped trying to stifle her giggles and simply laughed. It had been months since she could really laugh. She found herself becoming more and more thankful every day that Xander had found her.





After all, the way things had been headed she would have likely gone completely crazy within a couple months.





Mission Complete She Calls me Master


+5 reputation with Jessie


+2 reputation with Darla





New Mission: Out and About around the House


Help Jessie find an outlet for Darla's sexual energy, or at least help her get out of the house for a little bit.


Reward: +5 to reputation with Jessie +5 reputation with Darla, Special Combat Character 'Darla' joins in the Vampire Slaying


Bonus Reward: +5000 points if unseen in your travels





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Xander stepped out of the house and tried desperately to not be seen with the two behind him, he gave a careful look around the area before he waved the two out. Jessie followed leading Darla out by a leash around her neck.





The blonde had been bound up in a black rubber and leather suit with a faceless black mask, for some odd reason she had insisted on the arms being bound behind her back and a nearly mad set of eight inch stilettos. The fact that she was prancing around behind his best friend due to a collar and leash was something Xander did not want to think about.





The suit wasn’t a perfect fit, it was slightly loose in the ass area due to Jessie’s mom being a bit better gifted in that section of her anatomy. And it was so tight in the chest that a normal human would have been crushed with the less endowed merely not being able to breath and simply suffocating.





Xander shook his head and quickly led his friend towards the dark alleys and back streets which would lead to Giles’ apartment.





Several minutes later Xander stopped in a section of town only a few blocks from his house and carefully peeked around a corner. He watched carefully as an amazon like woman shoved her way into the back of the chinese restaurant. Xander dutifully ignored the sudden shouts from inside.





And the cries of pain.





And the sound of breaking equipment.





And the angry screech of cats.





None of that mattered though because the coast was clear, he carefully waved Jessie forward and the trio dashed down the alley and into another closer to their destination, Xander paused to catch his breath when Jessie decided to throw him a curveball.





“Take her.”





Xander blinked in shock as Jessie shoved Darla’s leash into his hand and gave him a shove towards the next alley. “Wait, What?” Xander asked confused as his friend began to fumble with his pants.





“Dude I’ve drank more water than a fish recently to avoid dehydration, I gotta take a piss,” Jessie said before he waved his friend away. “Just, wait for me around the corner. I’ll catch up in a second.”





Xander shook his head as he lead the bound Vampire down the street and around the corner, leaving his friend to relieve himself onto the side of a dumpster.





Rounding the corner Xander cursed as his foot slipped on a beer bottle discarded on the ground. Losing his balance, Xander stumbled across the alley. Spinning around, the leash managed to wrap around his body and complicated his chance to save himself until he finally crashed to the ground against the far building and dragged Darla down along with him.





Due to the suddenness of the movement Xander found himself sitting up against the brick wall of the local bar with a latex and rubber clad Darla kneeling between his legs with her face in his crotch.





Unfortunately, Xander’s luck as the universe’s punching bag seemed to hold true as the back door to the bar opened up and a slightly tipsy Anthony Harris stepped out.





For a moment time seemed to freeze as father and son stared at each other before Darla let out a soft muffled moan from her position that seemed to snap the two out of their shock. Xander opened his mouth to explain before he was cut off by Tony who simply spun around and marched back into the bar.





He blinked as he heard Tony order a round of drinks for the house. Xander struggled for a moment to get Darla back on her feet just as Jessie rounded the corner and rejoined them.





Xander handed the leash back to his friend and decided to simply overlook his run in with his father.





Much less mental trauma that way, after all.





Behind them the invisible form of Marcie Ross continued to enjoy the chaos that seemed to follow Xander around.





As Marcie carefully picked her way down the alley the invisible girl wondered what weirdness he would get into next.





--





Finally making it to Giles’ place; Xander, Jessie, and Darla quickly moved through the somewhat upscale apartment complex before they reached the older british mans door and knocked quickly.





For a moment Xander feared that he had made a mistake and Giles was out doing watchery things, fortunately the door opened and revealed one Rupert Giles who glared at the two boys and their ‘friend’ for their intrusion.





“May I help you?” he asked as a bit of his older persona began to leak through at the two younger males interruption.





Xander smiled at the man's ire and decided it would be best to do the introductions before Jessie was a smart ass and got kicked for it, “Giles, this is Jessie. I told you a bit about his situation yesterday. And the latex and rubber clad one is Darla,” Xander explained quickly before nodding at the man’s look “Yeah, that Darla.”





Further conversation was interrupted when the door two apartments down opened and a woman in her mid forties stepped out and gasped. “What on earth is going on here?” she hissed as she took in the sight of three men and a woman dressed in fetish attire stood only a few feet away.





Any chance Xander had to come up with a believable response was destroyed as Jessie resolve the situation quickly “We are shooting a porno, we need an uptight step-mother to catch her naughty daughter in the act and join in,” Jessie said without pause before he give the older woman a once over and leered, “You interested?”





For a moment Xander was shocked, not only at his friend’s brazen response but also at the neighbor’s look of interest as she stared at them before reality seemed to reassert itself and the older woman gave a snort of contempt. “Why I never,” she huffed before she spun on her heel and marched out of the apartment complex with her nose in the air.





If anyone asked, she would deny that she stopped at the corner and gave a glance back before she continued on to her church service. Not that anyone would ask as she had no intention to ever speak about it as long as she lived, but she would deny it anyway.





She was a good girl after all.





Watching his neighbor leave, Giles pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before he invited the trio in. While he had no desire to let something as dangerous as the master vampire into his house, the thought of what the rest of his neighbors would think was enough to press the issue.





Giles let the trio enter and quickly prepped an area for his new guests he blocked off a section of the room with crosses and quickly armed himself with stakes, holy water, and more crosses in case it turned out Darla was merely playing possum.





As they got Darla settled and managed to get the mask off, Giles finally demanded the two explain the intrusion.





One quick explanation later and Giles rubbed his eyes again as he stepped over to his bookshelf. With the ease of long repetition he pulled a well worn copy of Vampyre off the shelf and set it on the table before staring at the new owner of Darla and did something that would cause the boy to slap himself on the head later on.





“Have you asked her?”





Giles took the boys blank look as an answer, flipped the book open and quickly found the entry he wanted. “Vampires are blood demons, one of the weakest capable of prolonged existence on this plane, they feed on the three aspects of sin they are bound to,” Giles read as he flipped the book around and let Jessie and Xander read through the old english slowly. “First and foremost they are Hemovores, blood drinkers,” he explained as he kept a careful eye on the vampire in his living room. “When they find themselves unable to feed in such a manner they can quench their thirst slightly through the aspects of Sex and Violence. With a good supply of both they can go months without feeding before the blood lust overpowers them and forces them to feed.”





As the two nodded that they understood, Giles pressed on with his lecture. “With only the outlet of sex being available, Darla is most likely on the edge of sanity, her need for sex will put Succubi to shame.” Giles made sure he had the two boys attention before he continued. “Even with constant sex the blood lust will continue to grow, you have at best a few days before the need for blood and violence overwhelms your authority as her master and forces her to drink.”





At the scared look in Jessie’s eyes Giles let out a sigh. “I will provide you with a supply of blood. I was given a list of suppliers from my organization that I can access, while I believe they expected me to use it as bait or to control captured undead, I believe this is a better use of that resource at the time being,” the Watcher explained before heading back to the bookshelf and after a few minutes searching withdrew a small red book from the collection. “In payment for this I will require your services, Darla’s knowledge will be of immeasurable value to my journals. I will expect her to arrive at the Library during the school hours so I can interview her about the past and of vampire society as it exists in Sunnydale.”





At Jessie’s nod, Giles handed over the red book. “This is an interpreted volume of the Marquis de Sade’s work, ‘Les Journées de Florbelle’ or ‘Nature Unveiled’. Fortunately his son was a Watcher during the time and managed to keep it out of public hands. Most believe it destroyed,” Giles explained before pointing to the book. “In that journal is the personal writings of the only man known to bind a Vampire to his will as you have. It is an abominable text of sex and depravity that he used to control his pet and the pitfalls he had during her training. Do not let anyone else have it, even for a moment.”





At Jessie’s nod, Giles sat back and took a deep breath. He knew he was taking a risk in letting the boy have the book, but if anyone could help him control something as strong willed as Darla. it would be the father of all sadists himself. “Very well then, I have an amulet that should make most people overlook your ‘pet’s’ dress sense, so there will be no need to skulk back home. It only works for fifteen minutes or so, but that should be plenty of time for you to return home. The amulet recharges with the dawn so you may use it to get her into the library on Monday.”





As the last bits of planning and explanations were made, Xander excused himself from the gathering and after dropping off his new apartment’s address, headed out the door. On reaching the courtyard between the apartment buildings, Xander pulled out his phone and quickly scanned through the notices he had received.





Mission Complete: Out and About around the House


Help Jessie find an outlet for Darla's sexual energy, or at least help her get out of the house for a little bit.


Reward: +5 to reputation with Jessie +5 reputation with Darla, Special Combat Character 'Darla' joins in the Vampire Slaying.


Bonus Reward (Failed)





Xander shook his head at failing the extra bonus mission due to his father, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and headed for his apartment.





Several blocks down, his thoughts were interrupted by a shout.





“Xander!”





He glanced up at the call and frowned slightly as Harmony Kendall of all people waved at him from across the street. “Harmony?” he questioned as the blonde bent over and pulled the top of her shirt down to expose her cleavage to him.





“I’m distracting you!” she yelled with a giggle as an unnaturally strong hand grabbed him around the neck and pulled him into the empty store he had stopped in front of.





Warning: Hunted


Failure: You are well and well and truly fucked.





He struggled for a second as he was pulled inside but was held tightly until he was well inside before his attacker gave him a shove which sent him sprawling across the floor.





Xander rolled to his feet and turned on his attacker, the brown hair and gold eyes would be more than enough evidence of her supernatural origins even without the super strength she had displayed in his kidnapping. As the girl glared at him darkly, Xander managed to place her as one of the cheerleaders, Maranda, that had at one time been part of Cordelia’s clique before she disappeared just before graduation, Xander tried to figure out what exactly was going on when Harmony joined them, “Are you sure this is the one?” the girl growled darkly as Harmony nodded.





“Yep, Xander is a grade A geek but he saved me last night,” the blonde explained as she hugged Maranda from behind and rested her chin on her shoulder. “I guess that gives him as much right as any to be the daddy.”





For a moment Xander’s mind locked up as he processed that statement. He idly noticed that Maranda had cooled slightly at his having saved Harmony during the Harvest, that of course did little to resolve the mental recursion error he seemed to be stuck in. “Daddy?”





Maranda stepped towards him and looked him over slowly before she snorted in disgust “As Harmony said, she wants a child.” Maranda explained as she crossed her arms defensively and glared. “I do not want her having a child so soon. As such, I will be the one getting pregnant,” she said before she glared at him again “Congratulations, you get to be the father.”





Xander stared between the demon that had kidnapped him and the airhead who seemed to think this was a good idea before he plastered a smile on his face. “Well, good for-” he started before he gave a wild dive towards the exit.





Unfortunately Maranda was much faster, catching him under the shoulder as she tossed him back negligently so he was once more trapped. “Good, you do not easily submit.” Maranda said with a feral grin before pulling off the tight grey tank-top she had on which freed her breasts as Xander climbed back to his feet.





Xander resisted the urge to stare at the glorious orbs now on display as he carefully began to shift around the threat. “Look, ladies. I am grateful for the opportunity and all but I am not nearly ready to raise a kid.” Xander argued as his opponent snorted at the thought.





Maranda snorted at the very thought of the male helping to raise her child “Of course not, boy, you will not be raising anyone,” she spat his gender out like a curse as she shifted around to keep him trapped in place. “Harmony and I will raise the child.”





For a moment, a long forgotten possession snarled in the back of his mind at the thought of this female’s attempt to steal the young from its pack before he ruthlessly suppressed it with the ease of long experience. “Yeah, well I hate to break it to you but I’m not willing to just sign away my kids, especially not to someone that thinks kidnapping and rape to be acceptable methods of foreplay.” Xander said and was surprised at the right cross that caught him on the jaw.





Xander found himself once more on the ground, his head rang from the blow. As he shook his head from his new place on the ground, Xander slowly forced away the pain and made a mental note that Maranda moved a hell of a lot faster than he expected, even with his experience fighting vampires.





Finally Xander regained his focus and looked back at his attacker. He frowned at the sight of Harmony with her arms around the enraged demon, holding her tightly as Maranda glared at him hatefully. After a minute of soft whispers Harmony managed to calm her lover down enough that she could at least let her go without the half Succubi flying into a homicidal rage at the man Harmony was most interested in being the father of her child.





Giving Maranda a quick kiss Harmony stepped over to the still downed Xander and gently helped him to a sitting position so she could explain the situation. At his angry look Harmony had to admit that the plan had not been as flawless as she might have wanted.





Kneeling down next to him, Harmony sighed as she noticed the rather dark bruise beginning to form on Xanders jaw, “Sorry about that,” she said softly as she glanced back at her lover. “She really does mean the best, but her past experience with men has been-” She trailed off for a moment before sighing and looking back at Xander, “She was bound magically and turned into a sex slave against her will,” she explained before looking down sadly. “She won’t tell me how long she was imprisoned and raped. But I know she had problems with things like televisions and computers once my dad managed to free her.”





Xander idly checked his teeth for any that were loose as he nodded and rubbed the injured point gingerly. He made a mental note to find out exactly when Harmony had found out about the supernatural. “I am sorry for that, but it doesn't make what she was trying to do right.”





“I know, and it’s probably my fault,” the blonde explained before smiling at his light glare. “She has issues with men and is a little obsessed with me ever since I freed her,” Harmony explained and shrugged. “She wants to make me happy and I want a baby. She doesn’t think I am ready to be pregnant so she is willing to carry the baby for me.”





“I can accept that, but why me?” Xander asked and gave the socialite a look as she tried to act innocent. “I’m not on any teams, I don’t have money and I have no connections that you can use to improve your social standing.”





“True, but you’re also sweet, brave, and you saved my life as well as Cordelia’s and the rest of the Cordettes.” Harmony explained before she shrugged. “You may not be anything now, but I have expectations that you won’t always be a loser. And despite her anger, even Maranda can feel a power in you that she hasn’t seen before. Take that all together and I figure I might as well get in on the ground floor, so to speak.”





Xander shook his head at the absurdity of it all and figured that he might as well try and be civil. “Alright, say I agree with this crazy plan, and I’m not saying I am. What do I need to do? Go to the hospital or-” he trailed off at the slight blush that crossed Harmony’s face.





“W-well, actually Maranda’s reproductive cycle is a bit different than most,” she said as she rubbed her hands together nervously. “From her explanation you need to have sex with her...”





Xander waited patiently for the other shoe to drop as he stared at the cheerleader for a bit until she continued with a stutter.





“Th-Thirty times, over the next month.”





And there was the shoe, “I have to do WHAT!”





Harmony flinched at the shout and gently patted Xander on the thigh. “I know, I know. It’s a lot to ask but I really want this and you're the only guy I trust,” she said in a rush. As Xander stared at her in shock, she took a deep breath and carefully looked at the slightly older teen. “Please?”





Xander stared at his one time sub-nemesis before he let his head thump against the wall at the sincere desire he could see in Harmony’s eyes, “Fine damn it, come by my apartment tomorrow and Sharon will set something up.” Xander growled before he was glomped by an overly emotional Harmony, as he held the blonde in a tight hug he pointed at the Half-Demon “But if I even suspect you aren't taking care of my kid I will slay you.” he swore before he forced himself to his feet and passed Harmony over to her lover.





He dutifully ignored the buzz in his pocket from the phone.





+15 reputation with Harmony


+5 reputation with Maranda





New Mission: Baby Daddy (0/30)


Maranda wants a baby, have sex with Maranda thirty times in thirty consecutive days to knock her up.


Reward: +20 Reputation with Harmony, +20 Reputation with Maranda, ‘Child’ unlocked, +15000 points.


Bonus Mission: Male, father the first Incubus.


Reward: +100 reputation with Maranda


+10 reputation to all Succubi





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Several hours later, Xander stumbled back into his new apartment, bypassed the other occupant, and collapsed into bed with a sigh.





Free Play Complete


+7883 points awarded





+13500 points earned





Relationship





+49 to relationship with Sharon Lyles


+35 relationship with Marcie Ross


+15 reputation with Harmony


+12 Reputation with Joyce Summers


+12 Reputation with Buffy Summers


+10 Reputation with Dawn Summers


+10 to reputation with Jessie McNally


+7 reputation with Darla


+5 reputation with Maranda


+5 reputation with Sunnydale law enforcement


+5 reputation with Willow Rosenberg


+2 reputation with Ira Rosenberg


+2 reputation with Sheila Rosenberg


+1 reputation with all law enforcement.





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