Adult-FanFiction.org : Buffy

Xander & Dawn: To Feel Alive	By : DevilDuck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female Views: 36605 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 11
- 12
Finale
It wasn’t the international flight, or fighting her way through customs that had Buffy so strung out. No, it was trying to find a squeeze three girls worth of luggage into the back of taxi willing to haul them halfway across a strange city that did it. “I should have had Willow teleport us.”
“But,” Lisa looked around the street as if anyone was going to notice what they were talking about, “Ms. Rosenberg said she couldn’t transport so large a group so far.”
“She also said that we might end up in a wall if she wasn’t with us.” Renee had her eye on the big issue. And making sure her suitcase didn’t end up in the gutter while emptying the trunk.
“And Mr. Giles-”
“It’s just ‘Giles’.” Why did all the new Slayers add the mister.
“Mist- Giles,” Lisa clearly felt uncomfortable being so informal talking about someone she still thought of as an adult, “said that we should use our passports as much as possible, that not having a paper trail looks ‘weird’.”
“No, he said that if we got caught traveling without a paper trail we would look like criminals. More like criminals.” Her own things safe Renee picked up one of the shared equipment bags. “Who knew you could check swords.”
“You can check guns, why couldn’t you check swords?”
“But that’s America for you; it makes just as much sense as anything else for them to let on guns but not the medieval collection.”
“Girls, let’s stop fighting and surprise my sister.” There was still more wrangling to do after that, the driver had to be paid and the issue of who should carry which bags had to be gone over again. It wasn’t an issue of weight, with three Slayers it couldn’t be, just that no one wanted carry anyone else’s bag. In the end Buffy had to pull rank to get them moving, no Renee didn’t get first pick of swords just because she carried them, and looking for the right apartment.
Even through the door, once they found it they could hear the fight. “Should we knock or just eavesdrop?”
“Renee,” Buffy hissed before kicking the door since her hands were full. The muted yelling stopped meaning whoever all was inside had heard them but they still had to wait a while before the door was opened.
“Thank god you’re here.”
“You’re happy to see me?” Given the last conversation she had with Xander Buffy somewhat doubted that.
“Yes, talk some sense to your sister.”
“Ah, right.” That made sense. “What is she doing now, other than dating you?”
“She wants to use herself as bait.”
“Not me, the key.” The way that Dawn said this, along with how she sat on the couch with her head hung back while Xander paced around, that this was a point she was tired of making.
“You’re the key!”
“No, I’ll be separated from it using that rod thing you got.”
“What rod?” Dumping her bags on the floor Renee joined the conversation.
“A faru gemma, or something like that.”
It took a beat but Buffy was able to figure out what her sister was talking about. “Is that the thing that split Xander in two back in the day? Where did you get one of those?”
“He bought it for date night with your sister,” Faith’s voice preceded her down the stairs. “So this is what passes for Slayers now? Alright you newbies will be bunking with Vi, she’s digging out extra pillows now, so up you go. Grab your bags and go. Don’t mind the ghost,” she called up after them.
“Why would Xander want a rod that split you in two for a date with my sister? Wait, no, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. How did you know to get rooms ready for us?” That was a safer subject.
“Willow told me.”
“Willow called you?”
“I called her to get her opinion of Dawn’s plan.”
“She said it was stupid right.” Xander made it clear what he thought the answer would be.
“She said it was stupid,” Faith dropped down on to the couch and gave a Xander a moment to grin in triumph before continuing, “she also said it would work.”
“You know I could do without the ‘stupid’ part but the support is nice.”
“Can someone please explain this plan to me.” With the younger Slayers upstairs Buffy was the last one out of the loop.
“She wants to use herself as bait.”
“Not me, the key.”
“You’re the-”
“Stop!” Buffy heard all that before. “Details would help… It’s your plan so speak first.”
“We use the rod to separate the key from me-”
“Why?”
“Oh, um,” Dawn tried to figure out how far to rewind. “There’s this thing that eats magic, it hasn’t caused too much trouble, mostly killing demons-”
“Which is bad thing how?” Xander raised a point.
“But eventually it’s going to move on to witches, Slayers, normal people, magical keys.” Dawn pointed at herself for both of those last two. “So far we haven’t been able to find it, scrying doesn’t work, I figured why not bring it to us.”
“To you.”
“I’m the best bait we have.”
“And Willow says this ‘plan’ will work.” Buffy managed to add the quotes with her voice.
“More or less; since the key doesn’t have a physical form-”
“Dawn is the key, the two halves can’t survive without each other, that’s how the rod works. I should know.”
“Yes but the risk is low. Willow says that the key’s nonphysical nature means it doesn’t have to be in the circle to be rejoined with Dawn; she can stay here away, far from danger, while the key is being all baity. Once the baddie shows up someone here just says a few words and zip the magic comes backs leaving our target without a food source and ready for a beatdown.”
“From who? Slayer’s strength is magical, right?” Xander scrambled to find another flaw with the plan.
“Somewhat but we wouldn’t be helpless.” It wasn’t a pleasant memory but it was on point. “The Watchers use to temporarily depower a Slayer to test the quality of their training.”
“I didn’t have to do that.” There was genuine puzzlement in Faith’s voice.
“They stopped after me.” Buffy couldn’t believe she was going to say this. “If we’re going to do this we should do it now, when we have five Slayers in town.”
“You can’t be serious.” This wasn’t going the way Xander was hoping.
“I can and,” this is the part Buffy really couldn’t believe she was saying, “you’re the one who should stay with Dawn to keep her safe.”
“Great,” Dawn bounces up, “then lets do this.”
“Tomorrow, we need to sleep,” Buffy had been traveling for something like 12 hours now, “and to gather supplies.”
“...and allies.”
“Allies?”
“See,” Dawn takes her sister’s arms, “we met a demon or two that might be willing to help.”
***
“Help!” The second group to come through the door put a damper on things. Xander had hated sitting with Dawn not knowing what was happening; it was nice know she was safe, especially after he’d gotten the signal to finish the ritual merge Dawn’s two halves back together bringing back the sparkle to her eye, but he had no way knowing about anyone else. Or if this safety was going. If this plan went wrong all they would have accomplished would be letting a magic eating nasty know that there was something like the key, like Dawn, in the town. Of course that was the best possible outcome if these went wrong.
That was why it was such a relief when Faith and one of the younger Slayers that were traveling with Buffy, the quiet one, came home with the report that everyone was fine. A little scuffed up maybe but fine, they had just scattered to make it harder for anything to follow them after their victory. That was cause for celebration of some sort or another, the exact nature of which was still under debate when Buffy, Vi, and the other Slayer who was traveling with her, the less quiet one, crashed through the door struggling together to support a large blue demon.
“What’s he doing here?” Faith sprung up putting the couch between her and the incubus, for that was who, what it was, backing up even further when Buffy moved to set him down on it.
“He got hurt in the battle, drained or something.” The couch groaned under the demon’s weight as he seemed incapable of slowing his own drop forcing Buffy to arrange his limbs so he wouldn’t fall over. “We couldn’t just leave him there.”
“Why not… ma’am,” Lisa, that was the quiet one’s name, asked. “I understand fight alongside demon against a greater threat but afterwards we go are seperate ways again right?”
“If they’re a threat yes, but harmless demon shouldn’t fear us. Unless we want them to. We need them to be information or even help when we need it. Not to mention that this guy fought alongside us, he’s a friend.”
“He’s not my friend.” Faith had no space left to backup into.
“When we were gather allies he was the first you mentioned.”
“That Dawn mentioned; I never would bring him up.”
“Well he’s here now and he helped so we’re going to patch him up. Understand.” That was not a question, that was a cold, hard fact and Buffy stared each Slayer in turn making sure they understood it end with Faith.
“Fine; how do you plan to do it.”
“Umm, any ideas.” Buffy looked around for an answer.
“Don’t demons use magic to heal?” Lisa squinted like she was trying to remember some detail from lesson. “And they convert their food into magic so… we feed him?”
“Right. What does he eat?”
“Oh, hell no.”
“What?” Buffy wasn’t the only one who looked at Faith after that.
“He’s an incubus; put two and two together Summers.”
“Oh.” Every Slayer took a step back then.
“So are you going to feed him, you’ve done it before right? What?” Renee was quick to defend herself. “We’ve all heard about her and her vampire boyfriends.”
“That was different.”
“Because it was blood? Because there’s nothing sexual about sharing blood with a vampire. Or so I heard.” Renee did not blush, it just looked like it.
“I was dating them.”
“While this is just a friend, who fought alongside us.”
“Yeah- hrrm.”
“And feeding from a Slayer supposedly gives vampires a boost so the same may be true here.” Lisa suggested.
“Now you’re in favor of this?” Buffy couldn’t believe that everyone, except for Faith, seemed to be telling her to fuck a demon.
“It would get him out of here faster… ma’am.”
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
“No, it’s not safe, not for a first timer; I’m too hungry.” Even too weak to lift his head the demon’s voice filled the room, especially on that last word that seemed to echo in the women’s bones.
“Then I’ll do it.”
“Dawn. No.” Xander had stayed out of the conversation up to this point letting the Slayers on their collective postbattle high argue both sides of the issue but he had to put his foot down. “You’ve done enough for one day.”
“I haven’t done nothing, I was safe here with you while they were out fighting. I’m also the one who will be safest feeding him.”
“There’s Faith-”
“Nope!” For the first time Faith actually moved closer towards the demon if only to get past him, grabbing both Buffy and Xander on her way out of the room. “Listen, your sister stroke girlfriend is going to fuck, we can’t stop it and we don’t need to see it.”
“But-” Their protests were cut off by a closing door leaving Dawn alone with a hungry incubus. Aside from the three newly minted Slayers that is.
“You don’t have to stick around for this.” She didn’t bother listening to the three voices ‘ahing’ and ‘uming’ as they tried to come up with a reason to stay instead focusing on the mystery of the laces closing the demon’s pants; where did you even get lace up leather pants.
“We’ll stay, to make sure he doesn’t take advantage of you.”
“Right.” Finally, after dropping to her knees in front of the demon and forcing her way between his legs, Dawn was able to work her way through the knot. Once she had, once there was a little slack in them the laces were pushed apart by the large bulge within his pants. In just a moment, a few heartbeats, after that the demon’s dick was visible as a triangle of dark heavily veined skin just hinting at his true size; a smaller man would have been completely revealed while perhaps only a third of the demon’s length was on display. This was enough though, Dawn could touch him, she could slip her hand in through that gap and pull him out.
“Wow.” The miniSlayers spoke in one awed voice when they saw the demon’s cock fully exposed, held up by her hands, only Dawn was less impressed. Oh, it was certainly an impressive member, one of the largest she had ever seen, but she seen the incubus at his mightiest so half-mast made less of an impression. Yes his shaft was so thick that it took two hands to comfortable hold it, and plenty of length was still uncovered, but it didn’t throb with power the way it use. Nor were his balls producing the river of precum as they had back when she met him in the warehouse. All together these were clear signs of his weakened state a his need to feed.
Of course without any magically enriched fluid acting as lubricant Dawn going to have a hard time mounting the monster. Maybe once he was hard, once she had used her hands and mouth to get him ready, there would be more of a flow. Idly nibbling on his foreskin she wondered if he could feed from just a blowjob, from fucking her mouth. He certainly reacted when she pulled at him with her teeth, a twitch that started at the bite before making its long slow way to the base of his cock, but was that enough. She could only hope so.
She could more than hope, she could test the theory, she could move her hands up and down his length, stroking it even as she held the weighty end up at a convenient level for her mouth. A level where she could easily lick, and suck, and fail to cover more than the smaller portion of the almost purple head. If she really tired she could maybe stretch her mouth all the way over it but not without pressure in her jaw. And only then because there was still some give to his cock, once he reached full hardness it would likely become impossible. When that in mind, and in response to the impressed muttering from the audience, she cockhead in her mouth as long as she could.
Longer than she thought possible.
Dawn felt the demon’s cock grow hard in her hands, pushing her lips further apart but still she kept sucking. She kept sucking as the flow of precum increased, as every stroke of her hands seemed to push even more up the shaft and into her mouth, until it was so thick that it was hard to swallow. That is what finally made her break off, pull her lips away from his cockhead and let the demon’s dick twitch freely for really the first time since she pulled it out of his pants. Bobbing in front of her the purple cockhead weaped a steady stream of whitish fluid, when it wasn’t pumping out a thicker spurt in time with a strong twitch, impressive enough to make her feel better about her failure to keep up. The only downside to all this prodigious production of precum is that it gave her no warning when he was going to climax, when this twitch would be the one to cover her and the rest of the room in cum.
***
A deep groan and a chorus of squeals cut through the walls reaching Buffy and her friends even though they had put as many as possible between them and the action while staying within the apartment. Their feeble attempt at a conversation ground to a halt as the three of them paused and turned waiting to see if there was any follow up only to get caught in a long moment of silence. The Slayer felt the need to say something, to break the tension, but she had no clue what had been last said. Before she could come up with an opening line better than “what were we saying” a long moan sounded from the other room.
“That’s it.” Faith sprung up from she had been sitting on and stomped towards the door only stopping when Xander stepped in her way. “I can’t…”
“You can’t what?”
“I can’t stay here. I have to go and- I can’t, I won’t, I-” Sucking in a lungful of air the dark haired Slayer spun around and pressed her forehead against the wall. “FUCK.”
Buffy shared a look with Xander behind her back hoping to discover some hint as to what was wrong but there was a limit to how much could be communicated by eyebrow wiggles leaving her clueless and him to handle things as he clearly knew more.
“What’s wrong?” Or no. His movements and words were uncertain as reach towards without quite touching her.
“I can’t do it.” Faith’s voice was muffled by her head hung position.
“No one’s asking you to do anything, just ignore what’s going on in there; if I can do it so can do it, so can you.”
“Don’t you get it? I can feel him out there; I can feel his hunger and need echoing inside me. All I have to do is walk through that door to feed that need, to get my brains fucked out and I hate it. I can’t stay here, so close, where I where I can hear him and smell him. God the smell.”
Among the other things Buffy had been trying to ignore was the thick musky scent of sex which she could no longer do once Faith had mentioned it. After that she had to admit it was there, that it was getting strong, and that she was having her own reaction to it. “Then leave.”
“I can’t!” Faith spun back to the room, and away from Xander’s reassuring hand before it could come to rest on her shoulder. “I can’t go anywhere without getting closer to him, too close. I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”
“You just need a distraction.” Xander finally touched her as he tried to guide her back to her seat as she tried to restart the conversation. “Do you think Buffy will like the Chinese place on 6th? Do they have good Chinese in Scotland?”
“I need to fuck. Fuck me,” Faith said right into the stunned Xander’s face, “better you than him.”
“What? I-” He looked towards Buffy for some support, some hint as to what he should do.
“If you won’t she can.” She spun to face the other Slayer. “Come on Buffy, have to, I can’t do this alone.”
“No, I can’t, I don’t.” And suddenly Buffy knew what it was like to be put on the spot. It didn’t help that she was tempted, that she was being affected by the incubus down the hall. It didn’t help when Faith dropped to her knees in front of her.
“Please.”
“Xander?” He had to do something, he had to help Buffy handle the other Slayer. Without this going where it looked like it was going. “Why don’t you do something?”
“I- Dawn… I can’t just-”
“She won’t mind,” Faith interrupted him. “She knows what I’m going through, she knows that you love me; she’ll understand. The same goes for you Buffs.”
“I-” She looked so vulnerable, panting and flushed, that Buffy had a hard time saying anything that could hurt her. “I can’t promise anything.”
Almost immediately after that, after she had opened herself up to the possibility, the dark haired Slayer was crawling up onto her lap covering her neck and mouth with kisses. There was no seduction to it, no romance, just raw hunger. The tiny part of her that had thought about this, about being with a woman, had pictured something very different, softer and nowhere near as frenzied, but her she was having her clothes torn as Faith straddled and ground against one of her legs. In shock but willing to help Buffy let this happen, let the other Slayer take the lead, take her hand and shove it down her pants until her fingers hit something wet.
“Fuck,” Faith growled. “Don’t you know how to do anything?”
Keeping a firm grip on Buffy’s wrist so she couldn’t pull away the dark haired Slayer struggled to get her pants off. Opening the fly, dealing with a button and zipper made extra tight by the Summer’s hand, was hard enough but trying to pull the waistband down past mid thigh was impossible. At least in her current position knelt over the blonde so she just had to settle for the partial exposure as she shifted her hand down over Buffy’s so that she could guide two of her fingers in. Actually with their hands stacked like that it was more like four fingers pushing between her pussy lips and into the wet vault of her pussy making her gush.
“More,” Faith moaned humping her friends hand before going in for a kiss. This time Buffy kissed her back, not as hungerly or desperately as but she wasn’t passive either actually pressing her lips against the other girl’s lips and forcing them to open. She also pulled her closer which was easy with her fingers inside her; that was when she first realized she was doing that all on her own, that Faith was too busy pulling at their clothes to guide her, that she was pushing Faith towards her second orgasm in a matter of minutes.
“More,” Faith’s voice was husky as she broke the kiss, turning to look over her shoulder. “I need you too.”
Buffy couldn’t see him, see his hesitation or doubts, but she knew the were there as it took him long enough to make up his mind that Faith was able to get out one more piteous ‘please’ before he moved behind the Slayer. When his face loomed up over the body between them it was full of uncertainty, he even flashed a look that could be meant as an apology, so it came as a surprise just how quickly he slipped his dick between Faith’s legs. It was a little surprising that he could even get it up but there it was sliding against the back of Buffy’s hand until she could guide him to take her fingers’ place.
The other Slayer was very open, very ready to accept Xander inside her but that doesn’t mean she was done with Buffy. Even as she pushed back against the man she continued pulling on Buffy, keeping her right hand trapped against her sex, making so she couldn’t help but feel her friends’ coming together in the palm of her hand. Buffy could feel her friend’s shaft slide between her fingertips with each thrusts, she could feel Faith’s grind her groin against the heel of her hand every time the pair pulled the littlest bit apart.
Clinging to the other Slayer’s arm for support the Faith jerked her body back and forth, fucking herself back against Xander. In what seemed like one continuous orgasm she shook, moaning directly into Buffy’s face. If she weren’t a Slayer, if she didn’t have magically enhanced strength and stamina, she would have collapsed. Maybe not after the first wave of pleasure had wrecked her body but after the second or third, there was only so much a human body could take. Slayers just rarely reached that limit; Buffy was all to familiar with outlasting her partners, with finding herself keyed up after a round or two while her boyfriend needed to rest.
She didn’t know how Xander had lasted this long. No human has ever lasted this long with a Slayer, not as far as Buffy knew, but Faith had been reduced to a twitching mess and yet he still hadn’t cum. She certainly would have felt it if he had, the swell of his cock between her fingers, the rush of cum up his shaft, and the leak of fluids out of Faith would have been unmissable. He just kept plunging away, his grunts of effort being lost underneath the Slayer’s moans.
Which in turn were lost beneath the deep groan that shook the apartment as everyone came.
***
Xander stumbled back from the Slayers exhausted, sore, and not entirely sure how things had gotten to where they were. He hadn’t planned on fucking Faith. He hadn’t planned on fucking most of the people he had fucked since he left Sunnydale, really he hadn’t planned on anyone but Dawn and even she had been a surprise the first time.
Dawn! As soon as he had thought of her he was worried about her; yes she was just down the hall and Faith had needed him, needed them to keep from panicking but she seemed better now. Clothes rumbled and sweaty she seemed happy enough to lay in Buffy’s arms, though she continued to nuzzle and rub against her, but otherwise in control. She was no longer overwhelmed by the Incubus’ presence, which was a good enough explanation for his own performance, so it should be safe enough to leave in Buffy’s care while he went to check on his girlfriend.
He hadn’t wanted her to fuck the incubus but he had been able to reasons, and that it would have been point to try to change Dawn’s mind once she had decided to do something she thought was right. Now that the demon had fed there was no more reason for her to be with him, he could go home to his own girlfriend. Or livestock, or whatever a creature that feeds off sex called those he slept with. There was no reason for Xander to march in there and take her away from it all.
That ‘all’ was pretty stunning once he saw it; entering the living Xander was confronted with the sight of Dawn riding a dick clearly too large for her. It looked like she was kneeling over him on the couch but there was strain in her thighs, or pressure on her knees to either side of his waist, which should have been visible; the demon was doing most of the work. His shaft being too long for her to manage anything like a full stroke on her own so he had to help her, lifting her by the waist before pushing her back down. It wasn’t fast and it wasn’t forceful, just a long and slow lift that exposed many inches of blue shaft before gravity pulled her back down.
It was a powerful sight that made it clear just how big, how long the cock currently fucking his girlfriend that Xander found himself focusing on that for a moment, long enough for several cycles to play out, before he started to take in other details. No, Dawn was not in pain, actually she seemed to be enjoying herself quick a bit as far as he could tell with her back to him, he certainly caught a hint of a dopey grin on her face as her head lolled about. She was also naked and covered in cum making her skin shine with more than sweat. There was also cum all over the clothes she wasn’t wearing strewn across the floor. In fact there was an uneven coating of the stuff all over the room, the only reason it wasn’t worse was the actions of the trainee Slayers.
He really should have noticed them earlier, there was no good reason for him not to especially since he knew they were going to be there. Not to mention the fact that a pair of naked women kneeling before the demon, sucking his balls and lapping up the cum that leaked out of Dawn and down his shaft was something that should have been hard miss. Xander was just so focused on his girlfriend that he didn’t spot them until he almost tripped over the Slayer, Lisa, lick cum up off the floor; as big as the demon was there was only so much space between his legs. It could be testament to just how focused he was on his girlfriend, the effect she had on him. His plan had been to just take her away when he first came in her but as he made his approach he found his plans changing, himself rising.
“Hi.” Her smile, the way she lit up when she saw him was enough to do it, to firm up his plans and cock; he was definitely going to fuck her once he got her alone. And into a shower. “Come here.”
“Dawn.” Maybe the shower could wait. He just wanted to touch the hand she was stretching back towards him. Getting close enough to do that forced him to push the Slayers out of the way. As soon as their fingers touched she pulled him in close.
“Isn’t this perfect.” This was sticky, Dawn was sticky but she did feel good in Xander’s arms. Even if his hands did bump against the demon’s and he could feel a hint of bulge rise in her stomach at the stroke. Even if the demon was still fucking her.
“Yeah it kind of is.”
***
“How is this even possible?” Buffy stood on top of a chair scrubbing at the ceiling. “How do you get, you know, up here?”
“I don’t, in fact, know. I wasn’t here for that part.” Xander ran his mop over the living room floor before deciding that it was clean and not just free of the worst of the mess, which was where most of the Slayers had decide they were done. He was just considering the next step when there was a knock on the door. “That must be Renee.”
“Just in time, I’m done.” She was not in fact done, looking up Xander could still see dried cum trapped in the textured tiles, but it wasn’t worth telling her that as he was going to be the one who ended up taking care of it one way or another. And she was not climbing back up the chair she was now sitting on. “Do you think she got pizza?”
“It took her long enough.” The trainee Slayer had left to make sure the incubus had gotten home once things had settled down, and it was safe for him to be out on the streets, and managed to be gone long enough for most of the cleaning to get done. She was not in fact holding a pizza when he opened the door for her but she did have a box. “What’s this?”
“A gift.” Transferring the box to Xander’s hands Renee made her way to the couch, which was missing its cushions. “Where is everyone?”
“Well Dawn went to bed, Faith went for a run, and Vi and Lisa are somewhere.”
“What is this?” Xander knew better than to open mysterious wooden boxes.
“Like I said, a gift, big blue wanted the ‘happy couple’ to have it.” Renee stretched out trying first the armrest and then her hands out as pillows. “You know this isn’t very comfortable.”
“‘Happy couple’? That makes it sound like you’re getting married. Wait…” Buffy straightened in her seat.
“I am waiting, if it is a gift for both of us then Dawn should be here to open it.” And that was the only reason he was carefully setting the box aside.
“No. You and Dawn should get married.”
“What? No, what?” Try as he might he couldn’t make Buffy’s words make sense.
“You two should get married, make an honest woman out of her; you already live together so why not. And don’t worry about getting my approval, you have it, it would make me happy.”
- 11
- 12
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Xander & Dawn: To Feel Alive