The Hour Of Depravity.
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Giles
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,243
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Hour Of Depravity.
Summery: Giles makes Buffy feel again, in his own specialised way.
Giles knew what it took to make a person crumble, for their mental walls to collapse and diminish, for them to be hollowed; for their being to be scooped out of their skin like soft scoop ice cream. Giles knew what it felt like to have a person’s life; a person’s sanity, in the palm of his hand, Giles knew the look of fear, the unadulterated panic that shone from their eyes when they realised that they were going to die, to feel or hear their harsh pants, gasps of breath, trying to prolong their life when in natural fact they were just prolonging the suffering.
Giles had tasted evil, knew that it was like an addiction, drawing people close, like a moth to a bright burning flame, but then, the flame envelops the moth, burning it, killing it, adding it to the other dead souls who had gone before, evil can seek out evil.
Giles can make people feel, make them feel something, maybe for the first time in their life their feeling something new; like Ethan, feeling the evil, feeling Giles pushing into him for the first time, with the pain and the sweat and the glorious, glorious, feeling of being fucked to completion.
Buffy knew that Giles could make her feel again, so when she went to him, with her sad, doe, eyes and shaking hands; pleading, begging almost, for Giles to make her feel again, make her feel something apart from this glacier ice that was spreading through her body, how could Giles say no?
Buffy knew that what Giles did to her, what he made her do to him, was not what their relationship use to be, when Giles was her watcher, instead of her Master, when Giles use to help her shackle demons, rather than shackling her, but Buffy was feeling something again, Giles had always been top of the class in making people feel.
Sometimes, when they were seated around the large mahogany table, the table that her mother handpicked from a store just outside of LA, a new start she explained, all new things for a new life; when Giles is placed to the right of Buffy, Dawn opposite, sometimes Buffy feels Giles through her skirt. As he talks with Dawn of school, his hand steadily pushes her skirt to the tops of her thighs; her skirt bunching; and his hand, perfectly steady, will slip inside her pussy. Pushing in hard, and Buffy knows that to make a noise would be bad, so she grips her drink and breathes, as his thumb starts to circle her clit; building to a furious rubbing, her grip on the drink tightens, and as she comes, the glass shatters.
She feels, she feels the orgasm rush through her body, her vision whitening, distorting, she feels the shards of glass digging into her hand and the warm blood as it trickles down her palm and she feels worry, as Dawn is startled into standing up and trying to help her sister; Giles calmly removes his fingers from her, leaves it up to her to try and push her skirt into place with her free hand.
Buffy feels again, for those precious moments, until they end and the cold numb feeling, that is always waiting on the edges of her consciousness, choosing to slip back in, she doesn’t even feel shame.
Giles likes to impale Buffy onto his cock slowly, bending her over the counter of the shop, her shirt open, bra discarded, breasts pressed to the cold, glass, counter top, nipples peaked. Giles like to admire Buffy, spread before him, face turned to the side, breath streaming the glass, likes to admire the way her cunt lips grasp his cock as he slowly pushes himself into her, to hear her breath hitch, see her perfect white teeth grip her bottom lip. She comes when he lets her, when he tells her to come, with panting and pushing and her slick cunt tightening, to almost pain, on Giles cock.
Giles introduces Buffy to many splendid things, his favourite is to have his slayer in chains, screaming, struggling, weeping, shouting, as helatelates her body. And after it’s all over, when he’s had his fill, he’ll release her and smile as she bows before his feet, thanking him for making her feel something, and as his cock starts to harden again, he knows that he’s going to be making her feel for a long time to come.
Giles knew what it took to make a person crumble, for their mental walls to collapse and diminish, for them to be hollowed; for their being to be scooped out of their skin like soft scoop ice cream. Giles knew what it felt like to have a person’s life; a person’s sanity, in the palm of his hand, Giles knew the look of fear, the unadulterated panic that shone from their eyes when they realised that they were going to die, to feel or hear their harsh pants, gasps of breath, trying to prolong their life when in natural fact they were just prolonging the suffering.
Giles had tasted evil, knew that it was like an addiction, drawing people close, like a moth to a bright burning flame, but then, the flame envelops the moth, burning it, killing it, adding it to the other dead souls who had gone before, evil can seek out evil.
Giles can make people feel, make them feel something, maybe for the first time in their life their feeling something new; like Ethan, feeling the evil, feeling Giles pushing into him for the first time, with the pain and the sweat and the glorious, glorious, feeling of being fucked to completion.
Buffy knew that Giles could make her feel again, so when she went to him, with her sad, doe, eyes and shaking hands; pleading, begging almost, for Giles to make her feel again, make her feel something apart from this glacier ice that was spreading through her body, how could Giles say no?
Buffy knew that what Giles did to her, what he made her do to him, was not what their relationship use to be, when Giles was her watcher, instead of her Master, when Giles use to help her shackle demons, rather than shackling her, but Buffy was feeling something again, Giles had always been top of the class in making people feel.
Sometimes, when they were seated around the large mahogany table, the table that her mother handpicked from a store just outside of LA, a new start she explained, all new things for a new life; when Giles is placed to the right of Buffy, Dawn opposite, sometimes Buffy feels Giles through her skirt. As he talks with Dawn of school, his hand steadily pushes her skirt to the tops of her thighs; her skirt bunching; and his hand, perfectly steady, will slip inside her pussy. Pushing in hard, and Buffy knows that to make a noise would be bad, so she grips her drink and breathes, as his thumb starts to circle her clit; building to a furious rubbing, her grip on the drink tightens, and as she comes, the glass shatters.
She feels, she feels the orgasm rush through her body, her vision whitening, distorting, she feels the shards of glass digging into her hand and the warm blood as it trickles down her palm and she feels worry, as Dawn is startled into standing up and trying to help her sister; Giles calmly removes his fingers from her, leaves it up to her to try and push her skirt into place with her free hand.
Buffy feels again, for those precious moments, until they end and the cold numb feeling, that is always waiting on the edges of her consciousness, choosing to slip back in, she doesn’t even feel shame.
Giles likes to impale Buffy onto his cock slowly, bending her over the counter of the shop, her shirt open, bra discarded, breasts pressed to the cold, glass, counter top, nipples peaked. Giles like to admire Buffy, spread before him, face turned to the side, breath streaming the glass, likes to admire the way her cunt lips grasp his cock as he slowly pushes himself into her, to hear her breath hitch, see her perfect white teeth grip her bottom lip. She comes when he lets her, when he tells her to come, with panting and pushing and her slick cunt tightening, to almost pain, on Giles cock.
Giles introduces Buffy to many splendid things, his favourite is to have his slayer in chains, screaming, struggling, weeping, shouting, as helatelates her body. And after it’s all over, when he’s had his fill, he’ll release her and smile as she bows before his feet, thanking him for making her feel something, and as his cock starts to harden again, he knows that he’s going to be making her feel for a long time to come.