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Xander & Dawn: To Feel Alive	By : DevilDuck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female Views: 36605 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Xander & Dawn: To Feel Alive
Chapter 10: Hotspots

“Are you sure this stuff is magic? Maybe Willow’s map was pointing next door, the muffins in that window looked pretty evil.”

“No, it’s magic. I’m pretty sure some of this stuff was used by the bads back in Sunnydale. This one looks real familiar.” Xander bent over to get a closer look at a rod resting inside the case.

“As you can see I keep everything dangerous under lock and key, where no one can get their hands on it.” The shopkeeper hovered nervously. “Now can you please leave before you scare any of my customers.”

“It doesn’t seem that secure; you opened the case for me.”

“But she’s the Slayer.”

“And would you show your goods to any Slayer that walked in here?”

“What?”

“Uh, Xan,” Vi was just as confused as the shopkeeper, “what are you doing?”

“I’m doing that bad cop thing.”

“Shouldn’t I be doing that? I’m the one with super strength.”

“I have an eyepatch; do you really think you could pull off ‘bad cop’?”

“You know I’m not going to worry about you scaring my customers any more.” The shopkeeper relocked the cabinet and started shooing them out from behind the counter. “Now if you’re not going to buy anything-”

“I’m going to buy me a muffin.”

“What’s with you and muffins?”

“We haven’t had lunch yet and it’s almost four.”

Any response Xander had to that was cut off by the tinny sound of Rod Stewart, asking if anyone thought he was sexy, coming from his pocket. “Hey Dawn, wait? Why are you whispering?”

“There’s a demon.” The teen’s voice hissed through the phone forcing him to cover one ear so that he could hear it clearly.

“Demon? Where?”

“Down at the docks, we were checking out one of those hotspots and there was a demon with a lot of horns and prisoners.”

“Alright you and Faith come back to the apartment and we’ll come up with a plan of attack.”

“Ah… Faith snuck into the warehouse trying to see just how many prisoners there were.”

“Crap, we’ll ah, we’ll come to you. Just stay put and wait for a Slayer.”

“Alright… Oh no. I got to go.”

“Dawn. Dawn!” His only answer was the sound of distant crashing.

“Hey,” Vi came out of the bakery holding a paper bag not noticing Xander’s stunned look as she ate her treat, “tell Dawn I got her a chocolate chip muffin.”

***

Sometimes you just have to run.

The second she saw the big demon come out the warehouse into the afternoon sun Dawn knew she was in trouble. He was not the type of beasty to go out in public without a purpose, not with that much blue skin showing, and while it would be nice to think that that purpose was something benign like a coffee run odds were it weren’t. The answer as to why he had shown himself and was looking around the yard came with Faith dropped off the warehouse’s roof into the neighboring alley. Clearly he had spotted her snooping around and had come out looking for her after she had run off. Only it wasn’t the Slayer that he found.

“Yeep!” Dawn must have leaned out a little too far, stuck her head too far out from cover when so was looking around because the demon must have seen her some how as he, shoulders down so that the stubby horns ringing his head were pointed forward, had started charging right at her crates. She had to move if she didn’t want to get crushed, assuming he crashed through the wood that separated like it looked like he would, but her options were limited by the surrounding buildings. Thankfully at least one of those ways was at a right angle to his charge; that’s the way she ran, out into the open seconds just moments before the crates that had been sheltering her was completely shattered by the demons impact.

She shouldn’t have looked back but she did sparing a moment to see the demon struggle to turn to follow her, his momentum carrying it past the place she had been hidden. Clearly wood would offer her no protection but maybe metal would; there was a truck, a beat up old box left to rust just a few yards away, that she could climb get on top of. Even though it was the vehicle's lowest point the hood was still high enough that Dawn needed both hands to scramble up so she tossed the phone she was still holding up first only to hear it skitter across the metal surface before hitting on the concrete on the other side.

“Damn.” There was no time for her to rescue it so up she went getting as far as the transition from hood to cab when a large hand closed around her calf. Holding on to a bit of chrome trim she kicked back hoping to hit the demon in the face and encourage him to let her go. She definitely connected with something but whether or not it was his face she didn’t know, it didn’t do any good. Maybe if she had worn heels, something with a spike, she could have done some real damage. Of course in heels she wouldn't be able to run as fast, not that running was helping her much today.

Dawn kicked again, this time connecting with nothing but thin air yet the demon let go of her anyway. She had enough sense to get when the going was good, climbing the rest of the way up over the truck’s cab and onto its back, so she didn’t look back until there was some distance between them. When she did she saw the demon rubbing back of his head he turned to confront Faith who was raising a broken plank of wood in mence. She must have hit him with it giving Dawn the chance to-

“Run!”

Right, running, she shouldn’t have to be reminded to do that. She shouldn’t be wasting time watching a fight, Faith was a Slayer, the second most experienced Slayer in the world, she could take care of herself while Dawn was just a teenage girl sheltering on top of box truck. Which looked a lot taller now that she was up there. She didn’t really feel like jumping down onto the concrete and broken but she could lower herself, the bulk of machine between her and big blue, so that the drop was as great. That way she could manage the landing with just a crouch as opposed to a roll getting her back up on her feet and moving before the unseen fight could really get going.

Her evasion had not only put some cover between her and the demon but also put her on the warehouse’s side of the street. Any exit she could make from the yard, that didn’t put her right back in danger, would take her right past the warehouse’s door. She might as well duck in, she might as well try to help the prisoners while Faith kept their captor busy. Even if the Slayer didn’t win the fight, had to make her own escape, they could still be heroes. That way there would be something to show for the day.

Sprinting in through the same door that demon had come out from Dawn entered a dimly lit maze of crates with no passage running more than dozen straight without turning or branching. She could have easily gotten lost if she had tried to explore but at every intersection there was one clear choice, the demon’s path was clear as only one way would have been wide enough to allow for his shoulders. That path took her deeper into the warehouse, away from the walls and the dirty skylights two-stories above. She had to use those windows and the beams around them to track her winding progress but in general she was heading towards the center of the building.

There was a clearing there, if you could call something inside a building that, beneath a hoist; an area where the dusty crates were pushed back creating an open space for a bed, a tv, and a line of dog kennels. That’s what they had to be, it’s not like there were any other wire cages on the market, but that source was hard to spot when the first three in the row had half-naked girls trapped in them.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you right out of there.” Dawn dropped in front of the first cage and started worrying at the twisted wire, accidently retwisting two or three loops every time it changed direction, holding it closed while rattling off reassurances. She would get them out of there, everything would be okay, and it didn’t mean anything that she was saving a redhead before the black girl. She was just closer, and there were two of them, were they twins? They looked a lot like twins. So it was really just a matter of odds.

Okay she was rambling but the prisoners didn’t notice. They barely seemed to notice her rescue attempt let alone any of the words she said; their glazed eyes did seem to follow her movements small as they were but didn’t notice when she got the first locked figured out. Even after Dawn throw the door open the girl didn’t move staying crouched as far back as the cage allowed. Should she move on to the next cage, give this girl a chance to get use to her and the open door, or should she make sure she got at least one girl out first?

“Alright, we don’t have time for this, come on.” The fight outside could only last so long, one way or another it would come to an end before too long and someone would come into the warehouse after her. If it was Faith, if the Slayer came out on top, all to the good. But if it was the demon, if he beat or ran off his opponent, then she would be in trouble and should be ready to run. That was why she focused on saving the first girl, guiding her out of the cage and up onto her feet, before turning to the next lock. It too was just wire and, though her fingers were starting to get sore from handling its narrow gage, it was twisted in the same pattern as the first so she was able to quickly worked it out opening the second cage door right before the petite redhead she’d already saved sprung upright like a prairie dog in a nature documentary.

“He’s coming.”

“That’s not good.” If the demon was coming then Faith had lost and it was time for her to go. It was easier to get the black girl out of her cage than the redhead, she seemed more energetic and eager to move, but it still took time, time Dawn didn’t really have, though less time than it would have taken to free the last girl. She was going to have to break up the twins.

Pushing the redhead before her and pulling the black girl’s hand Dawn moved her small convoy into the unexplored half of the warehouse away from the door the demon would be using, the one door that she knew of. Neither girl wanted to leave the clearing, whimpering and whining as they entered the relative darkness, the pale girl’s freckled skin standing out like a beacon, but she kept them moving, stumbling forward, even as the passage narrowed until she heard voices behind her.

“Where’s your sisters?” The demon’s voice was a deep rumble that even at a distance seemed to travel from Dawn’s spine; his former prisoners were more deeply affected moaning and quaking in response. For a moment she was too busy trying to keep the girls with her quiet and moving on shaky legs to less for the third girl’s response but she must have pointed him their way based on the sound of crates being pushed aside to make room for his bulk.

There was plenty of scraping and squealing making it easy to track his movement and his steady approach. Despite Dawn’s best efforts he kept closing the distance, gaining on her even before she tripped.

Or rather was tripped. In those dim conditions she had no way of knowing which of the two girls she was rescuing was responsible but they both piled onto her once she was down. They had been sluggish and non-reactive before when Dawn had first found them and started the whole ‘freeing them from demonic slavery’ thing but now they seemed to have no problem at all sabotaging the escape or finding motivation to do so. It couldn’t be mistaken for an accident, that they had just gotten their legs tangled with hers going down with her, there was just too much intention behind the hands grabbing hold of her limbs and pinning her to the concrete floor. It was clear that the girls not only had no issue returning to their captivity and wanted bring her back with them even before the black girl called to her master. “We’re over here.”

“Let me go!” Gone was any thought of stealth or rescue; if these girls wanted to stay in the demon’s clutches let them. It might be, probably was some sort of mind control on his part but Dawn wouldn’t try to make them leave. She couldn’t. There was no way she could fight both the demon and the girls, she was struggling just against them. Now maybe if she had Slayer strength…

And then she remembered what had happened to Faith, the second most experienced Slayer out there. She hadn’t seen the fight but clearly Faith had lost even with the advantages of power and space to maneuver. Dawn had neither of those so she had to use the little bit she had, that small space she had to act in before the demon was on her. She may not have been a Slayer but she’d been trained by one meaning she knew how to fight, at least in theory. She’d never had to, not really; there had always been a weapon at hand and a Slayer right around the corner. Now there was just her and a pair of demonic thralls pinning her arms next her head reducing her options down to basically ‘kick’.

Or knee in this case as, after going slack for a moment to help loosen the girls’ grip, that was the part of her body she drove upwards with all her might burying it as deeply as possible into one of the girls’, the blonde mabe, stomach knocking the air out of her and making her collapse. That increased the amount of weight on her but it was dead weight, not actively trying to hold on and interfering with the other girl’s hold, so Dawn was able to wriggle and roll her way out from under them. Then she just had to scramble a few feet away then she could get up with her own feet under her and run away.

There was a fantasy where she was able to double back and rescue Faith while the demon was still forcing his way through the crates. It would make her a hero, as much of one as this mess would have, but that wasn’t going to happen. Dawn would have a hard enough time saving herself, keeping ahead of the rapidly charging demon, without complicating her escape with heroics. As it was she was having to focus on spotting the gaps between the boxes she could duck through in the half-light so that her attacker would no longer have a straight shot at her. The first two turns she had to take took her further from the walls and any likely exit. At this rate she was going to make it back to Faith whether she wanted to or not.

“ENOUGH!” The demon’s roar hit Dawn like a fist even through the crates that separated stunning her even before he smashed through them in a hail of splinters. Dropping and covering her head to protect herself from the shrapnel just made the demon seem even bigger, a mass of muscles and sweaty blue skin towering over her; his hands were so large that a palm could easily and completely cover her face as he picked her up by her head forcing her to the cling to his wrist as she was lifted.

“I didn’t want this you know, I’m a lover not a fighter, I was just weaning off the last of my girls before leaving town.” The demon spoke easily, not straining at all as he carried her back to clearing and tossed her into one cage twisting the lock back into place with a flick of the wrist. “Sure I was going to take some of them with me but I wasn’t hurting anyone so why’d you two have to have to come nosing around here?”

“Faith!” It was hard not to just stare in rapt attention at the demon as his voice rumbled out but Dawn was more concerned with finding out what state the Slayer was in twisting around inside her cage so that she could see the limp form laying on the dirty mattress. “Get up! Talk to me. What did you do to her?”

“Nothing. She attacked me.”

“You chased after her; she’s black and blue!”

“I couldn’t let either one of you go out and bring even more people, more trouble down my head.” Dawn didn’t have to go anywhere to get help, Xander and Vi should already be on their way, and this demon understand how cellphones worked they might be able to get the drop on him and get them out of these cages. She just had to hope that he didn’t do anything else to them before the cavalry arrived. “Now to come up with a more permanent solution for you two.”

“What! No, get away from her! What are you doing?” Dawn grabbed and rattled the wire door making the whole cage shake as she yelled at the demon not liking at all the menace inherent in his slow walk towards Faith’s supine form. Once he was standing over her, in the perfect position to end the Slayer, he did the unexpected, he opened his pants. While Dawn looked on, confused by what she was seeing, and the naked slavegirls sighed the demon pulled out the biggest, fattest dick she had ever seen. It wasn’t just big it was huge, unreally large even compared to his hulking frame; it was as long as his thigh and disproportionately thick, the blue skin darkening down his length to a rich purple of the glans, but the weirdest thing was how wet he was.

It was almost as if someone had tried to apply an inch thick layer of grease to the demon’s dick before it was stuffed into his leather pants and now that he was pulling it out all that mess was coming off; thick strings of slime stretched out connecting shaft to leg, or forming loops before falling as fat drops. Only that wasn't quite right; even after he had given it one long stroke, his fingertips not quite meeting around his girth, that should have pushed off most of the slime drops still feel from his cockhead. If Dawn was to accept that it really was a dick, and not some strange demon appendage, he had pulled out then she would have to accept that it was an endless supply of precum making all that mess. And she would have to accept that there was only one thing he could be meaning to do with it.

“No! Stop!” This time the cage actually bucked, scraping against the cement floor when Dawn shook it but it didn’t distract the demon in the least. He very calmly, almost delicately grabbed Faith’s hip with one hand so that she wouldn’t move when he wiggled a finger under her waistband of her pants and ripped out the fly with one quick jerk. “You’ll tear her apart!”

“Nah, you’d be amazed how much you girls stretch; especially when they’re with me.” It was amazing, and a little stomach turning, to watch his oversized purple cockhead slowly spear Faith’s pussy through the tattered remains of her jeans. Somehow this didn’t wake her up, not when her lower lips spread to accept his girth and not when her legs spread to accept his body. No she didn’t give more than a sleepy whimper until he moved his to her hips and he used that grip to pull her up the full length of his shaft with one solid thrust. That made her scream, her eyes and mouth snapping open as her stomach bulged obscenely around the invading member. “There, that wasn’t so bad.”

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” the Slayer gasped, clawing at the mattress as the demon pulled slowly out of her only for words to turn into an inarticulate moan when he reversed directing, driving her back onto his dick, using her body as little more than a masturbation aid.

“You don’t have to do this.” Maybe if she stayed calm, kept her voice steady and tried to sound reasonable Dawn could get his attention, distract him so that he wouldn’t fuck Faith any faster. It was certainly set her apart from her earlier panic and the slave girls’ open masturbation; it didn’t matter if they were the twin still trapped in a cage or one of the two ‘free’ girls sitting on top of it they all had a hand between their legs as they watched the action.

“Really, I kind of do; I’ve been having to hold back lately, so it’s not at all surprising that I’d be a little hungry after dealing with you two.”

“Wouldn’t a burger be a better idea than this?”

“Ha. Wait, you really don’t know?” The demon shifted his hold on Faith, pushing her shirt further than it had fallen on its own given her inverted position exposing more sex as he wrapped his hands around her ribcage, pulling a little closer shortening his thrusts. “You came after me without knowing what I was or what I did? You’re that arrogant?”

“We weren’t looking for you, just concentrations of magic… What are you?”

“Isn’t it clear? I demon, I feed off sex, I’m a fucking incubus!” He punctuated his sentence with one powerful thrust, his muscles tensing and trembling as the swelling of Faith’s belly making it clear that he was pumping something into her. “Normally I have to hold back the first time, but I haven’t been spreading it around as much as usual and she’s a Slayer; she can take it right?”

Dawn wasn’t so sure of that, she didn’t like how the Slayer’s eyes were rolled back in her head or her tongue lolled out of her mouth, but she didn’t have a chance to express that opinion before the demon started talking again. “Though it probably doesn’t matter how much I fuck her up, what state I leave her in; if you two could find me then so could The Null. I’ll have to pull up stakes as soon as I blow my next load. There will be no time to worry about her or the girls still detoxing, I’ll be barely able to get these three out of town.”

“What’s ‘The Null’? If it’s really threat, not just to you, then wouldn’t having a Slayer in town be a good idea? If it’s really that powerful we might have already found it the same way we found you.”

“By looking for magic? That won't do any good, The Null eats magic; why do you think so many of us are pulling up stake. Sure a Slayer might be helpful but I don't have time to do this right, to make her mine. But maybe…” In an instant he tripled speed using all of the power that could break down walls to slam his cock into Faith, jacking off so violently with her body that her arms and head were sent flopping around. “Maybe if I screw her brains out and leave her here The Null will snack on her giving me time to pick up another of my girls.”

“NO!” Dawn was almost distracted by the sick sound of the demon churning his own cum inside her friend and the impact of their flesh, but seeing the Slayer silently mouth the word ‘more’ again and again sent her into a panic. “You don’t have to do this. We’ll help you anyway; we’re heroes, it’s what we do. But if you break her...”

“I don’t think either of us could stop now.” Even though he said that he did, stopped just for a moment so that she could see the hunger in his eyes and how Faith meowed, arching her back and pushing against the mattress to stay impaled on his cock. “And those three have already had their limit.”

She had forgotten about them, the girls they had entered the warehouse to rescue, but there they still were their pale and cocoa skins creating an interesting contrast as the made out on the cage next to her. The twin she hadn’t been able to free watched with glazed eyes everything that was going on through the wires separating her from the action. “Use me.”

“Use you?” He straightened some when he asked that question, revealing a few shiny inches of shaft out in the process. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes,” Dawn gulped. “But you have to agree to help us.”

“Deal.” There it was, the bargain was struck and there was no backing out now, she was going to have to let the demon feed on her, fuck her, and he was teasing her. That had to be the reason why he was being so slow to pull his cock out the Slayer with a great gush of escaping cum, he’d already proven himself strong enough to not be slowed at all by her grip on his wrists. And that would explain why, if he were so close to cumming, he would take the time to stroke his himself, running his hand up and down his shaft long enough for her to have plenty of time to see how his blue cock was too heavy to support its own weight, before making his approach. “I’ll go easy on you; open up.”

***

“It has to be this one!”

“That’s the third time you said that.” Vi found herself jogging behind Xander as he charged across the dockyard axe in hand not wanting to fall too far behind even if she wasn’t as desperate.

“We found her phone.”

“And some rubble, and two locked doors. There’s no reason to think they’re still here, they could have gone back to the apartment.”

“Faith would have answered when we call.”

“Yeah, but…” She wasn’t exactly eager to fight something that could take out one of the world’s most experienced Slayer.

“Come on Vi, you’re a Slayer; man up.” With a mighty yank, that made it clear he thought there would be resistance, Xander pulled open the first they had come to that wasn’t locked sending it flying on its hinges. As their ears recovered from the bang of a steel door hitting brick they headed into the darkness hoping that their eyes would adjust before anything came to investigate the noise. Only nothing did. They were able to easily move forward through the one clear path proceeding deep into the building before there were any sign of life, a distant rumbling voice.

“Easy, easy, that’s enough.” That didn’t sound threatening, sound rather gentle instead, which was not what they expected. It was almost enough to make them drop their guard before they made the last turn and saw blue demon towering over a knelt Dawn and pulling his dick from her mouth.

“Get away from her!” Xander sprang forward, axe raised above his head, only to be stiff armed by the demon landing in a heap on top of Faith’s spread legs having somehow cleared them going the other way without realising that she was there.

“I was.”

“Hi guys.” Dawn waved not at all bothered by the fact that her face and front were covered in cum or that there was still a demon dick swinging by her shoulder. She didn’t seem to notice it at all until she bumped into while trying to stand making her turn, almost stumbling then, and giggle until she fell down. “This is our new friend uhm… Blue? He’s going to help us with the big bad.”

“Dawn he’s done something to you.” Xander was in such a hurry to get up and get to Dawn that he somehow got his feet tangled up with Faith’s slowing him down. “He raped you.”

“No that was Faith. I’m fine, I think I’m drunk, is this what being drunk feels like?” She got a little too close to him when she asked the question. “But I’m fine.”

“I’m not,” Faith spoke up drawing attention to herself, and soiled and torn state of her clothes. “I could use a hand, I don’t think I can stand on my own.”

It didn’t look like there was going to be a fight, Faith didn’t seem at all upset, so Vi figured it had to be safe to get closer, at least close enough to help the other Slayer up, but still didn’t like the look of a trio of girls in cages and on the cages. Or how cum gushed out Faith when she was finally upright. “What happened to you?”

“Dawn’ll explain,” Faith bit back a moan when she took her foot step headed for the exit, “she’s the one who made the friend.”

“I told you, he’s going to tells us everything he knows about the BB, ‘The Null’.” Trying to say with the seriousness that deserved set another laughing fit that ended in a hiccup. “That tasted weird. And anything else causing trouble in town. We just had to feed him first.”

“Feed him?” Xander tried to stare down the demon but had a hard time doing that while Dawn was hanging off of him, not caring or letting him care about how the cum staining her shirt was transferring to his, using him to keep from swaying.

“He’s some sort of incubus, he had to fuck us. Faith didn’t seem to mind.”

“Hey!” She have turned, almost falling before Vi caught her. “It’s, it’s just been awhile; not since there’d been a Sunnydale. It’s not like I’m fucking Xander.” Faith half-mumbled that before making another unsteady turn to make another point. “Not like I want to. Just a girl doesn’t like to be left out.”

“Are we good here?” The demon finally put his dick away after one of his redheaded pets made a grab for it while he was letting the other out of her cage.

“Yeah, we’re good.” Xander wasn’t so sure of that but he had a hard time fighting Dawn’s pronouncement but she was still holding onto him when she said that and started following the Slayers out.
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