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Always Please the Slayer	By : irinotecan Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Always Please The Slayer”
by
Cetuximab

This takes place the day after 7.14, “Get it Done”

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Buffy
tottered down the street.

She had never been much of a drinker,
but after last night's suicide, she really wondered if drinking
helped take the pain away. The pain of defeat, again. The unsettling
thought that her powers came from a demon. One of them, she
thought. I'm no different than what I hunt and kill. I'm one of
them. She had called in sick to work; Robin had understood all
too well why she needed a “personal day” off. So, left
with not much to do for the moment, she found herself out of the
house, walking down Main Street in Sunnydale, dwelling on the wino's
solution to life's obstacles. Problem was, it was still just Eleven
in the morning. The Bronze wouldn't open for another 8 hours,
at least. And she did not want Willow seeing her drinking her
problems away. Or Xander. Or Dawn. Or...

She had spotted an easy, and intriguing, answer to her dilemma. A
neon Budweiser sign softly glowed out of a window. The townie bar;
that thing is always open during the day! Just the place to drink
your troubles away! At least, I assume that's what the locals are
doing in there in the middle of a weekday, instead of working, or at
home with their wives, she thought to herself as she wandered in.

She wasn't rip-roaring
drunk. She wanted to be sober again by the time Willow and the
potentials returned from practice. Two rum and Cokes on an empty
stomach was all it took to get her pleasantly buzzed. And one more
for the road – a “One Fifty-One” and Coke this last
time – firmly pushed her into a pleasant state of moderate
inebriation. So it was that she found herself tottering back home at
1:00 PM. She figured she could compose herself by the time Dawn
returned from school around 3:30. Willow and the slayerettes would be
none the wiser to her little transgression. “Willow and the
Slayerettes, better than the Radio City Rockettes!” she laughed
out loud to herself as she pushed the front door to her house open.

“Oh, Buffy, there you
are!” exclaimed Andrew upon her arrival. Wearing her mom's old
apron, it was apparent that he was already busy preparing dinner for
the ever-growing number of hungry potentials that they were boarding.
“I need some allspice. I'm preparing this wonderful little
chicken dish my mom always used to make for me, and--”

“Allspice? No spice!”
Buffy interrupted, hiccuping. “All the spice is with the spice.
In the spice shelf, rack, thingy. Um. Somewhere!” she said
exasperated, flailing her arms in the general direction of the
kitchen cabinets.

Andrew frowned. “Um, I
meant that we are out of allspice. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Never better!”
she exclaimed, grinning. She suddenly became aware of Andrew
standing, there, looking at her curiously, looking a bit pouty. You
know, Buffy thought, Andrew is awfully cute, in a helpless
little lost puppy dog sort of way. Another, more wicked thought
suddenly crossed her mind, as she noticed a small amount of flour
smeared on the apron. Puppy dogs make such a mess, they need to be
trained... Andrew, meanwhile, had started talking to her again.

“Uh, well, then, I was
just hoping, since you are home for the day, if you could run down to
the store for me...” He stopped. Buffy was looking at him
funny.

“Andrew, would you
like to officially join the Scooby gang? You know, me, Willow,
Xander, and everyone, fighting the forces of evil, and all that?”
she suddenly asked.

A look
of delight crossed Andrew's face. “Oh, Buffy! You've taken me
into your home, fed me, clothed me, sheltered me. And now, you
finally trust me and want to take me into your heart?” he asked
eagerly.

“Something like that.
Look, Andrew. I'm the leader of our gang, since I'm the slayer. And
in order to join the gang, there's this little, well, initiation
thingy you need to go through. Now, I am fully qualified to initiate
you, since I'm the slayer, which makes me like a gang leader. A
gangsta, even!” she giggled. “So, what do you say? Are
you ready to be initiated?”

Puzzled,
Andrew cocked his head, “Uhm, sure, I guess, but shouldn't
everyone else be here for---”

“Bother with them!
They snooze, they lose! Come upstairs to my room, and we'll get
started!” With that, Buffy turned and marched up the staircase.

“Um, Buffy, what about
the allspice....”

“Now, Andrew!”
Andrew quickly followed Buffy upstairs.

Andrew
hadn't been in Buffy's room much. In fact, he really hadn't been in
any girl's room much at all. He looked around, taking in the pink
décor, the dolls on the shelf, the cute little figurines on
the nightstand. “So,” said Buffy, startling Andrew and
causing him to quickly look at her. “Being in my gang is an
important step forward for you. Do you see that?” Andrew nodded
eagerly. “There are some rules you will need to learn, though.
Some are important, some are not, and some are there because rules
are rules, and sometimes, rules are meant to be broken,” she
babbled. “But today, you need to only concern yourself with one
rule, the 'golden rule', if you will. Do you want to know what the
golden rule is?”

Buffy
had gotten very close to Andrew. He could smell the alcohol on her
breath now. “Um, I guess... Buffy have you been drinking?”
he asked quite sharply.

Buffy rolled her eyes and
let out an overly dramatic sigh. “Andrew, it's one in the
afternoon! Why would I be drinking so early? Ask yourself that,
mister! Not that it is any of your business anyway if I wanted to
visit the townie bar to say hi to all the people I have to save from
vampires and demons and First Evils on a daily basis! Now, Andrew,
the first golden rule is: Always please the slayer,” she said,
crossing her arms.

Andrew was becoming
increasingly perplexed. “Always please...”

“...the slayer,”
Buffy finished for him. Andrew cocked his head, quizzically. “Do
you mean like how Robin was always there for Batman? I think it's
important for a hero to have a sidekick, able to help him out when
needed...”

Buffy snorted, and rolled
her eyes. “No, Andrew, not like Robin.” She barked out a
laugh at the sudden thought of her boss, Principal Robin Wood,
dressed up in tights and a mask, and saying, “Golly jeepers,
Batman!”, and covered her mouth quickly at Andrew's puzzled
look. She reached out and started tracing her finger across his
chest. “Andrew,” she said, her voice softening, “what
do you know about pleasing a woman?”

Andrew jumped back “Buffy!
I, no! I mean, I uh, um...” he stammered, growing red in the
face. He hung his head in defeat. “If you haven't figured it
out already, I am still a virgin,” he said quietly.

Buffy smiled, and drew near
to him again. She placed her fingers on his chin, and lifted his head
until he was looking at her. “It's okay,” she said, “I
had a hunch that you were. I mean, what with that legion of nerdly
doom you and your pals were running last year, 'kinda figured that
girls weren't exactly your top priority to date.” Andrew's face
reddened again, and Buffy quickly covered up a giggle at
realizing that she had managed to embarrass him even further. “Well,
Andrew, I think that it is time that you found out about such things,
if you plan on abiding by the golden rule. And you will need to do
that to be in the gang!” Andrew opened his mouth to protest,
and Buffy quickly covered it with hers in a kiss, gently inserting
her tongue until it touched the tip of his.

The sensation of her tongue
touching his was electric. He managed a muffled yelp, and broke away.
“Buffy! I don't think that this is appropriate behav-- uf!”
With that, Buffy cut him off, and pushed him down forcefully onto her
bed. He stared up at her, agape.

She kicked off her sneakers.
“Andrew, shut up. It is time for your lesson in obeying the
golden rule. Lesson One,” she said, as she unzipped her jeans,
and slid them off. Andrew's eyes widened as he stared at her cotton
panties. She jumped on top of him, straddling his hips. “What
do you see, Andrew, when you gaze upon the slayer?”

Andrew gulped. “I
see,” he stammered. “I see... A beautiful girl?” he
said timidly.

Buffy smiled. “Very
good, Andrew! A compliment is always a good way to start off when
pleasing the slayer. Now, lesson two might involve a little more
interaction on your part....” Buffy reached behind and under
her shirt, and unhooked her bra. She slid each strap out off her
short sleeved shirt and off of her arm, and then pulled the entire
bra out through a sleeve. Andrew's eyes nearly bulged out of their
sockets at the sight of her nipples now poking through her thin,
tight shirt. “Are my breasts perky, Andrew? Are they nice and
firm?”

Andrew goggled. “I...
I...”

“Now now, you can't
rush to judgment until you have given them a through examination.”
She took his hands, and placed them on her breasts. She could
immediately feel his loin start to harden against her crotch. “Rub
them, Andrew. Gently,” she ordered. He started to massage them,
a look of awe washing over his face. Buffy sighed, closing her eyes,
tilting her head back, losing herself briefly in the pleasure of
having her breasts stimulated. “How do they feel, Andrew?”
she breathed.

Andrew was mesmerized.
“They... They feel so soft,” he managed. Buffy had begun
to press her crotch down, grinding on his now fully erect cock. A
wave of pleasure and pain washed over him, for his dick was now being
pushed downward towards his feet by both his tight pants and Buffy's
grinding crotch. He whimpered. “Buffy... Stop... Hurts...”

Looking down, Buffy realized
his dilemma. “Oh! My bad,” she giggled. She lifted
herself up, reached down, unbuttoned his pants, and slid them down to
his knees. She then reached into his underpants, grabbed his cock,
and pulled it upward so that it was now facing his navel. She removed
her hand, and he briefly convulsed with pleasure. She smiled, and
lowered herself back down, her panties rubbing against his briefs.
“Now, where were we? Oh, yes, my boobs.” She slowly
lifted her shirt up, until the bottoms of her breasts were revealed.
“Andrew, are they nice to look at?” Andrew whimpered
something of an acknowledgment. “I think you need a closer
look.” With one hand and slayer strength, she grabbed Andrew's
collar, and dragged him into a semi-sitting position, placing his
face right in front of her partly revealed breasts. “Now
Andrew, do you remember the golden rule?”

“Y... yes. Puh-please
the s-slayer,” he stuttered. His mouth started to water, and
his heart beat faster, at the close proximity of Buffy's tits. He
licked his lips nervously.

“Yes, Andrew, always
please the slayer. You should do so, now, by kissing the exposed part
of my breasts. Do it,” she ordered. Hesitantly, Andrew gingerly
placed a kiss on the lower portion of Buffy's right breast. Moving
his head, he placed another soft kiss on Buffy's left breast. Buffy
shuddered at the gentle caress of his lips. “Oh, good. Good.
Now lick them.” She gasped as she felt his wet lounge gently
flick over the exposed flesh. “Andrew, kiss them, just a little
further up now,” she urged. He hesitantly positioned his lips
above the exposed area, and kissed, feeling the hardness of her
nipple against his lips.. As he moved in to kiss a second time, Buffy
quickly pulled her shirt higher, exposing her nipple just in time as
Andrew's mouth closed around it. He registered a squeak of surprise
at her deviousness. “Now, suck it. Suck, Andrew,” she
said huskily. She shuddered in ecstasy at the sensation of having her
teat suckled.

She repeated her little
trick with her other tit, and guided Andrew's hand over her bare
breast as he sucked a little more greedily on the other one. He
immediately massaged and squeezed it, then started rubbing her nipple
with his fingers. Buffy moaned in pleasure. “So, good, Andrew.
Such an eager learner. My sweet initiate.” She ground her damp
crotch against his stiff cock. Andrew moaned at the reciprocation of
pleasure, his mouth remaining firmly latched on to Buffy's nipple.
Buffy deftly removed her shirt while Andrew was preoccupied with his
re-education in nursing. She could feel her clit throbbing now. She
ground more furiously into his crotch, sending waves of pleasure
rippling through her. She grunted a little as she felt herself
nearing orgasm, he womb tightening, and feeling suddenly heavy; but
she knew the time wasn't right. “Good boy,” she panted,
as she released his shirt collar and pushed on his chest, sending him
sprawling back onto the bed.

“Huh? Wha? Buh-Buff--”
he stammered. He suddenly realized that she was topless now, slightly
flushed, and glistening with a fine layer of sweat. “Shh, sweet
Andrew,” she cooed, as she reached down and removed the apron
that he still wore, flinging it aside. She was less kind to his
shirt, summoning her slayer strength and shredding it quickly and
with ease. He gasped in surprise at her aggression. She slid down,
and removed his sneakers and socks, and finally slid his jeans
completely off of him. “Lesson three,” she announced,
with a wry smile. She grabbed his legs and dragged him halfway down
the bed, then flipped him onto his stomach before he could so much as
squeak in protest. She then launched herself over him and flipped
herself onto her back, then slid down the bed until her crotch was
directly in Andrew's face.

He lifted his head up,
making eye contact with her. Her panties were practically soaked now,
and he could smell her musk. She was so beautiful to behold.
“Andrew,” Buffy said, “you haven't been properly
introduced to my womanhood. Now, repeat for me the golden rule you
have learned today.”

“I must always please
the slayer,” he intoned, is eyes falling to her crotch. Her
panties were so wet, he could practically see right through them. He
could tell that she was completely shaved, and he could clearly see
the outline of her vulva, her clitoris. He licked his lips again,
this time more in anticipation than from nervousness.

“Yes, Andrew, my sweet
initiate. And when you vow to please the slayer, you also vow to
please her...” With that, Buffy reached over and grabbed the
leftmost side of her panties with both of her hands. Summoning her
slayer strength once again, she ripped the elastic from both the leg
band and the waistband, splitting her panties apart. “Oh, dear,
now look what I've done! ” she said with mock horror. Andrew
gaped. With her panties torn on one side, the grip on the elastic
loosened, allowing the left area around her crotch to slip, exposing
half of her vulva. “Oh, Andrew, is my pussy is being exposed? I
feel so embarrassed! Please, please kiss it, and make it better,”
she said with a little moan.

Andrew once again
tentatively, gingerly placed tender kisses upon her, kissing her
exposed area, his lips brushing against the area of her panties still
covering her clit. Buffy moaned. “My sweet boy. Now, lick me
through my panties,” she ordered, as she held them in place so
that they tightly covered up her pussy again, almost as if the
elastic had never been torn. Gulping, Andrew slowly ran his tongue
across her panties. The cotton felt unpleasantly strange against his
tongue, but he could taste Buffy because her panties were so wet, and
that turned out to be an oddly pleasant taste. Buffy arched her back
and groaned as another wave of pleasure ran through her. “Again,
again Andrew,” she ordered. This time, as he prepared to run
his tongue along her panties again, Buffy quickly pulled them aside,
and Andrew found himself licking her slit before he totally realized
what he had done. Buffy groaned louder this time, the pleasure being
more intense from the direct contact of his tongue. “Again!”
she screamed. Andrew began to lap at her pussy. Buffy convulsed with
pleasure; she grabbed a hold of and tore apart the other side of her
panties. With a yank, they came completely free from her, and she
tossed the ruined underwear across the room.

Buffy gasped with each lick.
“Yes, my puppy, lick me like a good puppy dog!” she
ordered. Andrew started licking her harder, deeper. She could feel
the sensation of an orgasm starting to build in her, but she wanted
more from him before she came again. “Andrew, Andrew, shhh...”
she said, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up. Andrew cried in
pain at having his hair pulled, and lifted his head to look at her,
to stop the pulling. “Now, my sweet Andrew, I want you to eat
me. I want you to insert your tongue inside my pussy, and I want you
to suck it as you slide your tongue, in and out. Do you understand?”
Andrew nodded, and looked down, taking in her exposed, bald pussy for
the first time. “Good, good. Now, eat me!”

He bent his head down again
obediently, his tongue starting to gently probe her opening. He
slowly, hesitantly slid his tongue up her love tunnel. When he was as
far inside her as he could manage, he sealed his mouth over as much
of her clitoris as he could, and made a vacuum. Buffy's head flew
back against the pillow, and she rolled her eyes in ecstasy.
She thrust her hips upward, pushing his head up, but not breaking the
seal. “Oh!” she moaned, and Andrew began to eat her in
earnest, slowly sliding his tongue in and out like she had told him
to, maintaining the suction. She pushed is head down, mashing his
nose against her clit, her hips undulating. “Suck my CLIT!”
she grunted through gnashed teeth. Andrew withdrew his tongue so he
could inch his lips up, then sucked her entire swollen clit into his
mouth. Hearing the slurping noise he made as he inhaled her clitoris
alone nearly brought her to orgasm. She writhed and moaned loudly
under the intense pleasure. “In, in me again, do it!” she
gasped, as she neared climax. Andrew slid his tongue inside her again
on command, and she wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed him
against her thighs, practically screaming out as she came on his
face.

Andrew felt her pussy quiver
against his mouth and tongue, and a sudden rush of her delicious
juices as she climaxed in his mouth. She released her headlock on
Andrew, and he gasped for air. She drew him up on top of her. “Let
me taste myself,” she said, and then kissed him deeply, probing
his mouth with her tongue. She could indeed taste her pussy, as she
wormed her tongue along his. Then, she withdrew, inviting him to
place his tongue into her mouth. With a little bit of a start, Andrew
realized that he had been holding his breath. He shuddered a little
as he exhaled, then inhaled through his mouth, stealing a little bit
of Buffy's breath. She chuckled, and released him from the kiss. “Not
too shabby for a first time kisser. Remember to breathe through your
nose more often when you tongue wrestle, and you'll be fine.”

She could feel that he was
still fully erect, and had started to get a little aroused again, for
Andrew had been almost hesitantly grinding his loins against her
spread thighs as they kissed. A mischievous grin spread across
Buffy's face. “I think you deserve a little break from your
lessons; you are doing such a good job! I know just the thing to
relax you, and put your mind at ease...” With that, she rolled
over, while continuing to embrace Andrew, until she was on top of
him. She gave him a gentle, closed mouth kiss on the lips, and then
began to slowly slither down his body. She kissed his neck, then
licked it. Andrew shuddered. She slid lower down, stopping to kiss
his chest, to gently lick and suck his nipples. She felt the
goosebumps race across his body as he let out a sigh. Slowly, kissing
as she went, she slid further and further down, kissing his stomach,
then his navel. She kissed over his underpants, and kissed his rock
hard cock through it. She could feel it pulsing, and Andrew let out a
moan. She grabbed hold of his briefs, and slowly pulled them down,
then removed them completely. Andrew blushed as he realized that he
was now completely exposed in front of his former nemesis, watching
her stare greedily at his cock as she made her way back up towards
it. She grabbed the shaft gently, and pointed it upwards. She let her
mischievous grin slowly creep back on to her face, as she locked eyes
with Andrew. Not breaking eye contact, she gently flicked her tongue
across his glans.

“Ooh!” Andrew
grunted, throwing his head down on the pillow and involuntarily
thrusting his hips. Buffy held on to his throbbing cock, then gently
kissed the tip of his penis. Again she kissed, taking a little bit of
the head into her mouth, as Andrew let out a mewl. Now she slipped
the entire head in her mouth, and gave a gentle suck. Andrew
convulsed and whimpered, “Buffy.” Slowly, she took in
more and more of his penis, each time backing off, and looking Andrew
in the eye with a little smile. Finally, she sucked down the entire
length of his cock, and got down to the business of giving him a
proper blow job, slowly moving her mouth up and down the length of
his shaft, keeping suction in her mouth, never releasing contact with
his dick. She slid her hand off of his shaft now, and began to gently
stroke his balls. Andrew began to cry out more frequently now. Buffy
could feel herself getting wet again. She reached down with her free
hand and began to rub her clit. Her excitement egged her on, making
her suck off Andrew faster and faster. “Buffy...Buffy...”
Andrew breathed, and Buffy could feel him tense in a manner that
indicated he was probably close to orgasm. She suddenly took her
mouth and hand off of his dick and moved up to lay on her side,
facing him. Andrew gave her a wild, uncomprehending look, not
understanding why she didn't release him.

“Not just yet,”
she cooed. “Tell me the golden rule.”

Andrew was flushed, and
shaking. “Always please the slayer,” he managed. A look
of comprehension dawned on him as he fully took in Buffy's beautiful,
nude form, as she rolled onto her back.

“Here is your final
lesson, then. Lie on top of me, Andrew,” she ordered. Andrew
quickly complied. She wrapped her legs around his. “Slide down
just a little...” she said, and Andrew positioned himself so
that his throbbing cock was directly below her quim. Buffy reached
down and took hold of his shaft again, and guided him until the tip
of his member pushed against her entrance. “Now, Andrew, put
yourself inside me” she whispered in his ear, and then nibbled
on his earlobe for encouragement.

Andrew slowly slid his cock
into Buffy's quivering, wet cunt. “Virgin no more,” she
hissed as he fully buried himself inside her for the first time.
Andrew made a grateful whimper at this shared realization. Slowly, he
began to fuck her, thrusting back and forth hesitantly at first, then
gaining confidence with Buffy's moans and becoming more forceful with
each thrust. He could feel the walls of her vagina tighten their grip
on his cock with each complete thrust, making pulling back extremely
pleasurable as her pussy rubbed against his swollen head. Fucking
her, he thought, incredulously. I'm fucking the slayer. Oh she
feels so good, ooohhh....

Buffy
suddenly found her strength again, and pushed Andrew down until he
slipped out of her. She then quickly flipped him on to her back, as
he gave another squeak of surprise at her change of direction. She
straddled him, pulled his still hard cock upward, and lowered herself
on to it. She looked him in the eye, as she rode him. “Andrew,
uhh... tell me... ooh... what you must-- uh, do...”

“Please, oh! I must
always please the slayer, I must!” he cried.

“Andrew,” Buffy
moaned, “I'm going to cum again. Andrew, cum with me, now,
now.....” Andrew was amazed to feel the pleasure building in
his cock at her urging, and he exploded with a sudden cry. Feeling
him fill her, Buffy threw her head back and cried out as she came for
a third time. Shuddering from the intense pleasure, Buffy collapsed
onto Andrew.

They lay
there still for a minute, catching their breath, and listening to
their breathing return to normal. Feeling Andrew start to soften,
Buffy extricated herself from him, then rolled over to lie next to
him, and stretched. “Oh, Buffy,” Andrew said with obvious
awe, “Thank you! That was incredible! I feel that I have
learned so much from you today, and only hope that I prove myself a
worthy member of your gang now. Do you think that the others will
want to, like, maybe throw a little party for me to welcome me as
their newest member? I heard that Willow has this fabulous party
decoration spell that she concocted. Maybe that evil thingy won't
bother her, it's such a small spell...”

Buffy's
face reddened. “Um, yeah, Andrew, look. Now that you have been,
um, initiated, I need to tell you about a few more of the rules.
First off, this initiation ceremony is a secret thing, See?
Everybody's initiation is secret, and not to be brought up. Ever.
Understand?”

Andrew
hesitantly nodded. “Uh, okay. I just thought...”

Buffy
got up off the bed, and started to dress. “Yeah, well, another
important rule: New members still undergo what I like to call a
'trial' period. During this time, you are forbidden from letting
anyone else in the club know that you are in. Or anyone at all, for
that matter,” she quickly added, thinking of the potentials.

Andrew
frowned a little. “Um, how long do I have to wait to tell
anyone?”

“A while. Probably a
long while! Look, it's better not to think about when it might or
might not end. In fact, that's one of the rules of the trial period.
You must clear your mind of it, and you mustn't ever ask me when it
will be over! Showing impatience is grounds for getting thrown out!
So, now, are we clear on that?”

Buffy
finished dressing, and looked down at Andrew, who was still lying
there, naked. A little smirk crossed over her face as she glanced at
his now flaccid penis. Andrew reddened, got up, and quickly started
dressing. “Uh huh,” he said, giving her a wary look.

“Good! Oh, look at the
time!” she said, glancing at the clock. “You had better
get moving, if you want to make it to the store for that some spice
stuff you wanted,” she said, grabbing his wrist and dragging
him towards her door.

“Buffy, I thought
maybe you could,” he started.

“No, no! No time! I
have some stuff to do before Dawn gets home. Important stuff! Now go
find another shirt, and scoot! And don't forget what I said!”
she said, pushing him out of her room and closing the door. She heard
Andrew slowly making his way down the stairs. Buffy turned, and
leaned against the back of the door, slowly sliding down until she
was sitting against it, a look of horror coming over her face Oh,
god, I didn't really just fuck him, did I? she thought, the act
of sex having helped to wear off most of her intoxication. A wicked
smile, though, quickly wiped the horror off her face.

He is such a good puppy.
Maybe I'll train him again, some time.....
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