Cruel and Unusual
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Giles
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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Views:
5,354
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1
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Cruel and Unusual
Title: Cruel and Unusual
Author: Starbug
Rating: NC-17/FR21 (crack-fic, voy, mast, exhibitionism, FemDom)
Pairings: Buffy/Xander, Buffy/Giles
Disclaimer: Buffy & all associated characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This story may not be sold or distributed on a profit-making basis, and may not be achieved without the writers express permission.
Summary: Buffy has some fun at Xander’s expense...
Dedication: to the ex-patriot knows as Furball, for reasons of my own.
Starbug’s note: this is just me playing “Who’s more twisted?” with Joe. Set during Season 1 or early Season 2.
Cruel and Unusual
Xander pushed the branches aside, trying to make his way through the lightly wooded area around the roadside, looking for Buffy. It had been two hours since the school bus had broken down on the return leg of a school trip, and Cordelia had been on his back the entire time, asking how long it would take to fix, her distaste for the great outdoors making her unbearable to be around most of the time.
Giles had set off earlier to see if they could get find a phone in a nearby town, and then Buffy had wandered off into the woods, saying something about needing some space. The bus driver had managed to get the engine running again, somewhat temperamentally, and Xander had volunteered to go look for Buffy
He made his way past the last few trees, and found himself standing in a grassy meadow, a stream gutting across it diagonally. The sound of splashing water got his attention, and he turned to the right, his heart jumping to his throat: Buffy stood waist deep in a pool of shimmering water, her naked back to him, her fingers running through her hair, water running down her back.
As Xander watched, spellbound, Buffy dipped her head in the water again, and then swung it backwards, sending water flying, and the Zeppo's pulse rate rocketing. He became acutely aware of the growing tightness in his pants as his body reacted to the sight before him: he became slightly light-headed as his manhood swelled to it full size, making his arousal visible to anyone who might look.
Buffy still seemed unaware of his presence, and she continued to bathe, cupping water in her hands and pouring it over her body, rubbing it into areas of skin that Xander had only dreamed of. She gently cupped her breasts, her thumb and forefinger squeezing and rubbing nipples made hard by the cold spring water. Xander almost choked when one hand dipped below the water as Buffy started to play with her clit and pussy lips, her head rolling around on her shoulder, eyes closed, as she brought herself closer to climax.
Xander’s subconsciously filed it away the rest of his masturbation-inducing memories.
Then the shit hit the fan: he sneezed suddenly, his long-forgotten hayfever betraying his presence at the worst time. Buffy span round, her hands moving to cover her chest in a vain attempt to recover some modesty.
“Alexander LaVelle Harris you pervert! How long have you been there?” She asked, accusingly.
“Not long." Xander gulped, "I came looking for you: I the bus’ fixed.”
Buffy looked angrily at him, but then a plan started to form in her mind, “Well, as you’re here, there is something you can help me with, something that’s your fault to start with.”
“Help you with what?” His eyes went wide as Buffy walked from the pool, her arms dropping to her side, crystal-clear water running down her immaculate body, raising Xander’s blood pressure even further, making his already ridged cock ache. The young Slayer walked towards him seductively, slowly running her hands up and down her body, paying careful attention to her breasts and ass, cupping and rubbing them slowly.
Xander started backing up, but found his line of retreat blocked by a large tree. Before he had a chance to back around it, Buffy was on him, her wet body pressed against his, her hard nipples pressing against his chest, her thigh rubbing against his now painful erection.
“Well,” She smiled coyly, “I can see you enjoyed the view.”
Quick as lightning, she grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head with one of her own, the other moving down to grab him by the crotch, gently rubbing his cock, “My, what a big boy you are Xander! And to think I turned you down all those times you made passes at me. What was I thinking?” She moved closer, her cheek rubbing against his as she whispered in his ear, “I still have that rather powerful libido you read about in that Slayer’s training manual, and at times I get as horny as hell. Try as I might, I just can pleasure myself enough to deal with it.” She moved her head to the other side, her lips almost brushing against Xander’s, sending shivers up and down his body. “And believe me, I try.”
“I’m still a virgin.” She smiled again, “Did you know that?”
Xander groaned, his body convulsing uncontrollably, and Buffy felt a slight dampness where her hand was pressed against his trouser leg. She released him; his hands shooting down to his crotch, and he ran off back through the woods, doubled over slightly.
“That was a cruel and unusual thing to do to him.” Giles called out, moving from behind a nearby tree, dropping his jacket over a nearby branch.
“What part?" Buffy smiled as her watcher started to undo his shirt, “Toying with him like that? Or claiming I was still a virgin?”
“Oh,” Giles reached down to kiss her, his hands moving to cup her breasts, “I’d say both....”
The End
Author: Starbug
Rating: NC-17/FR21 (crack-fic, voy, mast, exhibitionism, FemDom)
Pairings: Buffy/Xander, Buffy/Giles
Disclaimer: Buffy & all associated characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This story may not be sold or distributed on a profit-making basis, and may not be achieved without the writers express permission.
Summary: Buffy has some fun at Xander’s expense...
Dedication: to the ex-patriot knows as Furball, for reasons of my own.
Starbug’s note: this is just me playing “Who’s more twisted?” with Joe. Set during Season 1 or early Season 2.
Xander pushed the branches aside, trying to make his way through the lightly wooded area around the roadside, looking for Buffy. It had been two hours since the school bus had broken down on the return leg of a school trip, and Cordelia had been on his back the entire time, asking how long it would take to fix, her distaste for the great outdoors making her unbearable to be around most of the time.
Giles had set off earlier to see if they could get find a phone in a nearby town, and then Buffy had wandered off into the woods, saying something about needing some space. The bus driver had managed to get the engine running again, somewhat temperamentally, and Xander had volunteered to go look for Buffy
He made his way past the last few trees, and found himself standing in a grassy meadow, a stream gutting across it diagonally. The sound of splashing water got his attention, and he turned to the right, his heart jumping to his throat: Buffy stood waist deep in a pool of shimmering water, her naked back to him, her fingers running through her hair, water running down her back.
As Xander watched, spellbound, Buffy dipped her head in the water again, and then swung it backwards, sending water flying, and the Zeppo's pulse rate rocketing. He became acutely aware of the growing tightness in his pants as his body reacted to the sight before him: he became slightly light-headed as his manhood swelled to it full size, making his arousal visible to anyone who might look.
Buffy still seemed unaware of his presence, and she continued to bathe, cupping water in her hands and pouring it over her body, rubbing it into areas of skin that Xander had only dreamed of. She gently cupped her breasts, her thumb and forefinger squeezing and rubbing nipples made hard by the cold spring water. Xander almost choked when one hand dipped below the water as Buffy started to play with her clit and pussy lips, her head rolling around on her shoulder, eyes closed, as she brought herself closer to climax.
Xander’s subconsciously filed it away the rest of his masturbation-inducing memories.
Then the shit hit the fan: he sneezed suddenly, his long-forgotten hayfever betraying his presence at the worst time. Buffy span round, her hands moving to cover her chest in a vain attempt to recover some modesty.
“Alexander LaVelle Harris you pervert! How long have you been there?” She asked, accusingly.
“Not long." Xander gulped, "I came looking for you: I the bus’ fixed.”
Buffy looked angrily at him, but then a plan started to form in her mind, “Well, as you’re here, there is something you can help me with, something that’s your fault to start with.”
“Help you with what?” His eyes went wide as Buffy walked from the pool, her arms dropping to her side, crystal-clear water running down her immaculate body, raising Xander’s blood pressure even further, making his already ridged cock ache. The young Slayer walked towards him seductively, slowly running her hands up and down her body, paying careful attention to her breasts and ass, cupping and rubbing them slowly.
Xander started backing up, but found his line of retreat blocked by a large tree. Before he had a chance to back around it, Buffy was on him, her wet body pressed against his, her hard nipples pressing against his chest, her thigh rubbing against his now painful erection.
“Well,” She smiled coyly, “I can see you enjoyed the view.”
Quick as lightning, she grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head with one of her own, the other moving down to grab him by the crotch, gently rubbing his cock, “My, what a big boy you are Xander! And to think I turned you down all those times you made passes at me. What was I thinking?” She moved closer, her cheek rubbing against his as she whispered in his ear, “I still have that rather powerful libido you read about in that Slayer’s training manual, and at times I get as horny as hell. Try as I might, I just can pleasure myself enough to deal with it.” She moved her head to the other side, her lips almost brushing against Xander’s, sending shivers up and down his body. “And believe me, I try.”
“I’m still a virgin.” She smiled again, “Did you know that?”
Xander groaned, his body convulsing uncontrollably, and Buffy felt a slight dampness where her hand was pressed against his trouser leg. She released him; his hands shooting down to his crotch, and he ran off back through the woods, doubled over slightly.
“That was a cruel and unusual thing to do to him.” Giles called out, moving from behind a nearby tree, dropping his jacket over a nearby branch.
“What part?" Buffy smiled as her watcher started to undo his shirt, “Toying with him like that? Or claiming I was still a virgin?”
“Oh,” Giles reached down to kiss her, his hands moving to cup her breasts, “I’d say both....”