All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
As You Like It. William Shakespeare *
Faith woke up in confusion. It didn’t feel like her bed; it was way too comfy for the fleabitten motel she lived in. She opened her eyes. Nor did her motel have a picture of Darla sitting in a silver frame on the bedside cabinet. The wallpaper was also sticking to the walls, an improvement certainly, but also strange.
"Morning Faith."
Turning Faith watched as Darla pulled up her jeans. The vampire walked topless towards the bed, turning at the last second and picking a watch of the cabinet. Faith sat up, she realised that she was naked and pulled the bedding up to cover her tits.
Darla looked at her strangely, "Why so modest this morning? It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before."
"You’re a vampire. I’m a Slayer," Faith was aware she shouldn’t engage demons in conversation, but this wasn’t normal times and looking round the room, she couldn’t see a stake. A dildo lying on the top of a chair was the only possible weapon, but Faith couldn’t see that she be able to kill Darla with a sex-toy.
Darla got on the bed, leant over and kissed Faith’s nose, surprising Faith in its tenderness as much as its action, "I’ve got to go to work, as do you. If you want to play Slayers and Vampires let’s do it tonight."
"No, seriously I’m a Slayer, you’re a vampire," Faith was scared. She wasn’t afraid of facing any demon on a dark night in a life or death battle, but waking up to find one dressing in front of her was terrifying.
"Are you alright?" Darla put a hand over Faith’s brow; she looked concerned, "There’s no such things as Slayers. Or vampires."
She leant further over Faith and picked up a book which had been sitting on the bedside cabinet, "You shouldn’t read this, if it going to give you nightmares."
Faith picked up the book, she read the title; ‘Darla the Vampire Slayer. Bring on the Night’. The picture of Cordelia Chase holding a stake as she whirled out with a roundhouse kick. At the bottom was emblazoned , ‘Now a Major TV Series’ below which was ‘Buffy Summers’.
Turning it over Faith read the blurb, "Whilst covering a story about the new Deputy-Mayor, small-town reporter Darla, discovers that the Mayor is the founder of the Winterdale. A town which was began two hundred years before. As she digs deeper, she finds demonic forces are still at work and will do anything to stop her before she finds the truth. With the future of not just Winterdale, but the whole world at stake, will Darla and her friends; the Vampire with a soul Drusilla and the Witch Willow be able to stop the Mayor’s hideous plan. Or will he Bring on the Night."
"Complete rubbish," sighed Darla and picked the book from Faith’s hand, putting it back on the sideboard, "though I do like the name of the heroine."
"That’s a picture of Cordelia on the cover," Faith was talking to herself, it was only when Darla replied she realised she’d said it out loud.
"Of course. The TV series starts tomorrow. Which reminds me I need to collect our dresses from the cleaners for her party."
Faith felt the world opening up beneath her feet, she looked at Darla in confusion. She could just about take that she was in a relationship with a Vampire and that Buffy somehow had become an author, but that she was going to a party hosted by Sunnydale uber-bitch Cordelia Chase, "We’re friends with Cordelia?"
"That’s it," said Darla, "I’m calling a Doctor."
Faith felt that this wasn’t a good idea, the ways things were going she’d be ending up in a loony bin. Better to play along until she found out what was going on. She forced a smile, "Hey, I had you fooled there didn’t I?
Darla’s face looked thunderous, "Not funny Faith. You had me really worried."
For some reason Faith felt bad about that.
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Feet pounding on concrete Buffy hurtled up the drive to her house, behind her she could hear the rest of her friends following her. She knew it was too late, the door hanging by a single, twisted hinge.
She entered.
Faith laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant sound. Buffy leapt at her, but Faith batted her aside with one hand as easily as you might swat a fly.
"Too late Buffy," and moved her knife to touch Dawn’s throat.
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Cold sweat poured down Buffy, automatically she reached for her neck. A nightmare, that was all it was. She sat staring into the darkness, as the figure in the bed next to her stirred slightly, before groping out for the bedroom light.
"Nightmare sweetie?" Anya sat up and put her arms round Buffy drawing the Slayer closer against her. Buffy could feel the smooth silk of Anya’s negligee against her bare back. She rested her chin on Buffy’s shoulder, Buffy could feel the warmth of her breath playing against her ear; it comforted her.
"Yes, sorry I woke you," she wasn’t sure if she was sorry though. Anya would probably be grumpy in the morning, she did like a full night’s sleep. But Buffy felt she’d prefer to deal with an irritated Anya over breakfast, than do without her hug now.
"What was it about?" Anya kissed Buffy’s earlobe. Buffy felt the fear evaporating; it was just a stupid dream that was all.
"Someone called Faith I went to school with. She had superhuman strength."
"Like a Slayer," Anya interrupted, "I can see where this dream’s coming from."
"Yeah like a Slayer, I suppose," Buffy felt stupid now, it was such a stupid nightmare. It wasn’t as if she had any reason to be scared of Faith; she hadn’t even thought about her for years. It was time to change the subject, "You know I used to go to school with a Willow."
"Was she a witch?" Anya flicked her tongue and licked at the top of Buffy’s neck. Buffy knew she was teasing her, but as Anya’s hands had moved down to hold her tits she didn’t mind, especially as Anya rubbed her nipples tenderly.
"No, she wasn’t. Nor was she a lesbian."
"Mmmhmm," Anya was kissing at the base of Buffy’s neck, her lips sensuously pressing against the skin.
"I just wrote those scenes to make you hot," Buffy squirmed with delight as one of Anya’s hands started to trace a pattern around her navel before starting to flick at her belly-button ring.
"I’m hot now," murmured Anya, she moved her hands to Buffy’s shoulders and the blonde didn’t resist as her girlfriend turned her round to face her. Anya moved her hands back to Buffy’s tits and started to squeeze them.
There was a faint moan from Buffy, "You’ll be grumpy in the morning."
She was lucky Anya already had an excuse, "Yes, but I’m horny now."
Buffy had no chance to reply as Anya’s lips were on hers. She didn’t resist her lover’s push and gently fell back onto the bed. Anya straddled her and Buffy could feel Anya’s negligee ride up her body. The blonde’s smooth twat rubbed against Anya, a tingle of pleasure sliding through her body as their twat lips brushed. Anya continued to grope at Buffy’s titties and she moved up and down. The silk brushed against Buffy’s body, through it she could feel the warm firmness of Anya. Anya moved faster, still not releasing Buffy from the lick lock, until Buffy could feel their juices intermingled and the explosion of an orgasm building up.
It was only then that Anya stopped kissing Buffy lips. She moved down to place her lips of one Buffy’s nipples. The blonde arched her back as Anya as teeth bit lightly on the teat, the tip of her tongue sliding onto the nipple. Anya’s hand moved to Buffy’s pussy, she started to rub it, sliding a middle finger in. The delayed orgasm exploded through Buffy, she shrieked in enjoyment as her clit burnt with fire.
"Is it my turn now?" Anya pulled her finger out of Buffy’s slit and licked it clean. Buffy’s only answer was to rub the top of her girlfriend’s head.
Moving up Anya rested her pussy atop Buffy’s face. The negligee dropped down over Buffy covering her head. Buffy could smell the aroma of Anya’s damp slit; she loved it. She started to tease at her lover’s labia; even though she couldn’t see Anya’s face the tremors and moans told her that Anya was enjoying the sensation. Gradually Buffy moved her tongue from lips to the hole; she knew where Anya’s clit was, but she didn’t move to it until Anya was already moaning with barely suppressed excitement.
When she did touch the bud the effect on Anya was electric, Buffy could feel her girlfriend shuddering against her face, crying out Buffy’s name in excitement. Buffy rammed her tongue hard against the hard skin.
"I’m cumming," shrieked Anya.
A stream of warm juice shot from Anya’s cunt. Buffy felt it slam against her face and into her mouth. She quickly swallowed as much of the sweet liquid as she could, but there was too much. It covered her face and dripped onto the sheets.
Anya got off her and rolled over to her side of the bed. Buffy followed her slipping her arms round Anya and hugging her tight, "We’ll need to snuggle, my bit of the bed’s damp," she kissed Anya neck.
Anya took hold off one of Buffy’s hands, "Good by me. Just don’t have any more nightmares."
Buffy drifted off to sleep, she wouldn’t have bad dreams tonight.
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"Doctor Harris," murmured Xander, "Doctor Harris."
Again he tried to concentrate on the documents, his lawyer had made some comments on the contract; some of the terms were one-sided seemed to be the gist. Xander sighed, he knew he wouldn’t be able to read them tonight, he was too excited, too proud, to concentrate on anything so mundane. Anyway it was only a five million dollar contract; less than ten percent of last year’s turnover. He’d look at them tomorrow.
"Doctor Harris," he murmured again.
Doctor Harris came out of the bathroom, pulled back the covers and joined him in bed.
"You still keep repeating that," grinned Willow.
"Hey," said Xander in a mock-defensive tone, "it’s not everyday my wife becomes a Doctor."
"Mmnn, I suppose not," Willow rolled on top of him. Xander could feel the hardness of her nipples through her T-shirt. He felt his cock starting to rise. Ten years they’d been together, having sex for nine of those and married for four, and he still found her so damn irresistible. He loved as much as when they were fifteen and making their first tentative steps into adulthood. He moved his hands under her T-shirt, so they were resting on her butt.
"I couldn’t have done it without you," Willow brushed a lock of hair from his brow and then kissed where it had been.
"Sure you could," Xander blushed, "I mean, construction doesn’t need brains. Medicine needs brains."
"It wasn’t your brains I was thinking about," Willow moved down his body, her tongue ran down his torso. Xander put his hands on her shoulders and closed his eyes. He wasn’t sure whether he was pushing Willow down, or just following her movements, but whichever he removed his hands and splayed out his arms as he felt his wife’s tongue touch his bell-end. Willow kissed the top of his cock and licked down the shaft. Xander was so hard it was like he was made of iron.
He gasped as he felt Willow’s mouth wrap round his dick, "Go Doctor Harris, go."
Willow’s hair brushed against his pelvis as she bobbed up and down. Xander could feel her tongue plying his skin, as her lips washed over it. He gripped at the bedding, letting Willow do all the work, he just lay there enjoying the feeling of her moist, warm mouth.
"Oh God," his back arched as the orgasm ripped through him. He could feel his cock pumping out spunk, slamming deep into Willow’s throat. She continued to suck and lick at his cock cleaning away the remains of sperm. Only when his cock was as clean as it was before did she remove her head.
"I love you Xander," she looked up at him. A trickle of spunk still trailed from beneath her lips.
"I love you too Doctor Harris," replied Xander.
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"I’m home," Rupert Giles opened the front door and wheeled in his suitcase.
"Welcome back, Rupert," Joyce Summers appeared from the kitchen, "how was your trip?"
"Lonely… three nights in a hotel room in my own."
"I should hope so," Dawn Summers came carefully down the stairs. She put her hands round Giles and gave him a long, slow kiss.
"I’ll carry on with dinner," Joyce smiled at the two lovebirds, who ignored her as she headed back into the kitchen.
Breaking the kiss, Giles bent down to Dawn’s stomach and kissed the bump, "How’s my little boy then?"
"It’s a little girl, I’ve told you that," laughed Dawn. She took Giles hand, "Upstairs then."
"My suitcase…" Giles half-heartedly pointed at it, sitting forlornly next to the door.
"…can be unpacked later," Dawn dragged at Giles’s hand and he followed her to their room.
The door to the room was barely closed before Dawn started to strip. She threw her clothes in a random pattern through the room, they landed on the chair, on the bed and on the floor, with the exception of her bra which landed on top of the wardrobe door. Giles was more methodical, hanging up his clothes as he undressed. He was aware that Dawn thought he could be a bit fuddy-duddy at times, but then he was old enough to be her father.
By the time he was undressed Dawn was naked and on her hands and knees on their bed. Her engorged belly wobbled above the bed as she invitingly wiggled her ass at him, "Do me up the butt," she said.
Giles clambered onto the bed, his large ten inch cock scraping against Dawn, "Your wish is my command," he replied as he put his hands on her cheeks.
He pulled them apart as far as he could before guiding the cock in. Dawn’s ass was so tight, that he had to push. Giles felt her shudder as he heaved, little moans came from her mouth as the cock went deeper. Her flesh squeezed at him, moving slightly to accommodate his ten inches. There was a sob from Dawn, he hadn’t been nicknamed Ripper for nothing. Then she gave another groan, "That’s better."
Giles gripped her waist hard for better leverage and began to thrust. The friction warmed him, but also slowed him, but as Dawn’s ass loosened under the pounding he was able to speed up and push in more deeply.
"Yes, oh my God, yes, yesssss," shrieked Dawn. She threw her head up and her long brown hair, sprayed through the air, "Fuck me, fuck me Rupert."
He wasn’t young anymore and he gasped for air. It didn’t slow or stop him though as he banged away. Sweat dripped from him onto Dawn’s naked ass, and with every thrust he heard the thwack of their bodies hitting each other.
Just before he came he pulled out his cock. A few strokes and a stream of spunk shot out to land on Dawn’s ass and back. Giles knew he was able to produce way much more sperm than normal for a man his age, and three days of celibacy had allowed it to build up. It came like a hosepipe, splashing onto Dawn and rolling from her body like lava from a volcano.
"I’m knackered," he collapsed to the bed, breathing heavily.
"Let me just clean you up them," Giles felt the bed bounce as Dawn shuffled over to him. He uttered a groan as she took his cock in her mouth. She continued to suck it for a few minutes, until her head bobbed up again, "Now that’s nice and clean."
"Dinner’s ready," called Joyce from downstairs.
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"What a nightmare flight," Tara closed the door behind her, "We got delayed taking off from New York, then there was a child who kept being sick everywhere. And when I finally land the freeway is so clogged up I’d have been faster walking."
She undid her air stewardess jacket and draped it over a chair, before collapsing down on it. Joyce got up and moved across to her, Tara looked up and budged over, "Sorry."
"That’s all right. I’ve kept you some dinner. I can warm it up. Giles is back, he and Dawn have gone for a walk."
Tara ran her hand through Joyce’s hair, "God you are so good looking."
Joyce blushed, and put her head onto Tara’s shoulder. Tara continued to stroke at the older woman. She couldn’t believe they’d been living together two whole months. For Tara a relationship over six weeks was a record, and this was the only time she actually shared a house. Still, it was going well. She got on with her lover’s daughter and step-son, even if the step-son was the same age as her parents.
"I could do with a bath," Tara sighed.
Joyce got up, "Let me run it for you."
Tara followed her upstairs, turning aside to go in their bedroom. A few minutes later, her uniform away, she walked into the bathroom, wearing a robe. Joyce was sitting in the bath, Tara guessed she was naked, but with all the bubbles she couldn’t see.
"I thought you might want your back scrubbed," Joyce said. Tara dropped her robe and got into the bath. Leaning back she could feel Joyce’s large tits stab into her back.
"You could scrub my front first," she said. Joyce picked up a sponge and began to run it over Tara’s tit and belly-button. She went lower and dropped the sponge. Tara grunted in pleasure as Joyce’s finger slid into her pussy. She ground back against Joyce, feeling the Milf kiss her neck.
Joyce’s wrist jacked back and forth, little splashes of water showing its motion. Tara gasped and groaned, as Joyce hit her clit again and again.
"Oh God, yessss," she shrieked.
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"For tonight’s guest we have one of Hollywood’s sexiest starlets, she’s been a Bond Girl and also tread the boards at the London Globe as Juliet. And tomorrow she stars in new Darla the Vampire Slayer; Cordelia Chase," Dana Watts led the studio crowd in a round of applause as Cordelia Chase stepped out of the wings.
The chat-show host kissed Cordelia on the cheek before gesturing at a chair. It took just a few seconds for Cordelia to settle down and look at the hostess.
"Cordelia Chase; you’re starring in the new Darla the Vampire Slayer. For those people who’ve been living in caves the last few months, tell us about it."
Cordelia nodded, "Darla’s a small town reporter in a place called Winterdale. Her life’s going no-where until she discovers that she’s a Vampire Slayer; a woman chosen and gifted with supernatural speed and strength to fight demons. And Winterdale turns out to be placed over a Hellmouth, meaning there’s a lot of baddies to fight."
"It’s based on a series of books by Buffy Summers. And you went to school with Buffy didn’t you?"
There was a laugh from Cordelia, "God yes. Winterdale is based on the town where I grew up. It’s really weird reading the description of the High School and thinking, that’s exactly like it was. Accept for the zombie teachers of course. I lost touch with Buffy after we graduated and I remember seeing the books in a shop, and wondering whether it was ‘my’ Buffy. It wasn’t until I went for the role and actually read them I discovered it was."
Dana shifted slightly in her seat and took on a more serious look, "As well as being a tale of supernatural adventure, the books also seem a plea to tolerance, of support for those who are different. Her best friends are a vampire with a soul and a lesbian. As one-half of Hollywood’s best known lesbian couple and a noted advocate for lesbian rights did that attract you to this project?"
Cordelia’s face shifted so that it matched Dana’s seriousness, "Yes. It did. Willow is a very well drawn character, she’s both a lesbian and a heroine. It was important to me that whilst Willow’s sexuality is clear, she’s more than a stereotype. She suffers the same problems in her relationship as hetrosexual couple’s do and is isn’t there just to titillate the audience."
Dana stood up, "Thank you Cordelia – I’ll certainly be watching tomorrow."
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