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This chapter will contain Anal sex and light D/s Content

The Nymph's Kiss
By Kylia
Chapter 2: First Spells
When Amy awoke back in the attic of her mom's old house, the braziers were still burning, though nothing like the blazing columns, as she'd performed the ritual.
A quick glance at the watch she'd left outside the circle made it clear Kallistrate's promise that little time would pass was true. Counting the time she'd been passed out from pleasure, she had to have been in the nymph's realm for a few hours, at least.
But here? Five minutes, maybe.
Any concern that it might have all been a dream was dismissed when Amy looked at the tome and realized she could read it. As she turned the page from that first one with the chant, the text changed before her eyes, adapting to modern English, proving to be quite readable as it explained the various spells.
Not bothering to redress yet, Amy quickly became engrossed with reading the book. She wanted to grasp just what her options were. What she could do. The first few spells were simple - spells to attract lovers, to enhance your own beauty, to see who might be receptive to your advances... as Kallistrate had said, there was nothing about forcing anyone to be your lover.
Even later spells, the ones that affected the mind, merely stripped away taboos and hesitancies. Made people willing to do what they'd have been inclined to do anyways.
There were spells that, for all intents and purposes... gave off pheromones. Attracted the arousal and interest of others, made them think of you more often.
But there were so many others. Spells to transform, spells to enhance, spells to facilitate every kink and fetish Amy had ever heard of, and more she'd never imagined. It was a cornucopia, and she couldn't wait to put it all to good use.
There were so many, and Amy didn't know where to begin. But she knew she wanted to.
The more sex I have, the more lovers I have, the more powerful I'll become. She was eager to get started, and there was no time like the present.

By the time she was done going through the book, and committing the first few spells to memory, it was late afternoon. Perfect.
"The Bronze." It was a simple enough decision. A good place to start. Amy stood, walking through the attic until reaching a full-length mirror at the far end, looking at herself, still naked. It was odd - Amy usually felt self-conscious, when seeing herself naked. Ashamed. Whenever she got skyclad for a ritual, she always tried to avert her eyes from her body, or especially any mirrors.
Now she almost reveled in it.
"I'm sexy," Amy said, softly, wondering. And believing it. It was true - it was self-evident. She ran a hand through her hair - it was the same hair, but sleeker, glossier, smoother. Her face was the same - she even remotely changed there. But somehow, her skin was softer, it even seemed like it had a glow to it, without makeup. But she couldn't identify any noticeable change.
And yet...
"I'm sexy," she repeated again, without the wonderment.
A life of being raised by Catherine Madison had given Amy understandable body image issues. She'd never really seen herself as pretty. But she was. Kallistrate's magic hadn't changed her body - her breasts hadn't gotten bigger or somehow more perky or whatever. She hadn't magically lost weight all of a sudden, becoming thinner, or more well-built.
But she could see it now. She wasn't a supermodel, maybe not even a movie star, but she was sexy. All that baggage, the prudishness, the shame, any issues leftover... it was gone.
"Thank you, Goddess," Amy murmured to herself. Her mind had been freed to pursue what she really wanted. This was... wonderful.
Absolutely wonderful.
Of course, there were differences. As with her face, her skin seemed softer, and her body hair - not that she'd ever had much - was all gone as well, everything below the neck. She ran her hands over her arms and legs, closing her eyes a moment as she enjoyed the smooth, soft feeling.
I'm sexy. She repeated, this time in her own head. But I can't go out naked like this. To Amy's surprise, the thought of doing that didn't repel her - the idea of everyone seeing her naked didn't do anything for her, she didn't have to rub her legs together a little, no heat pooling in her, nothing like that. But it didn't bother her.
But there were practical concerns. She looked back at the clothes she'd been wearing earlier, frowning. They weren't exactly what she was looking for right now. But creating clothes from nothing- while possible with her new spellbook - seemed a waste of magic, right now.
She put the shirt on first. It was a normal enough T-shirt, but way too loose-fitting. Comfortable and casual. I'm so fucking tired of just 'comfortable'. Pursing her lips, Amy considered for a moment, before running a hand over her torso lightly, a simple spell on her lips.

The shirt shrank, tightening, practically molding to her skin. Especially her chest. Another quick spell and the neckline dropped, showing off just enough of her breasts to tease, a hint of cleavage. Not that she needed more than a hint, given that she wasn't wearing a bra.
The pants on the other hand...
"No leather pants," Amy dismissed the thought as soon as it came to her mind. Leather pants didn't feel like her. Short shorts? Amy sliced off the pant legs a few inches off the knee, letting them fall to the ground and pool around her ankles.

"Better..." Amy smoothed her hand over the denim. Still....
Wait. Perfect. Amy chanted one last spell, and the shorts shifted, legs merging together into one. The skirt was just barely on this side of not being a miniskirt, but...
"Perfect." She ran a hand through her hair another moment, looking in the mirror, smirking. "Ready."
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A quick smile, a touch on the shoulder and a light spell had gotten Amy into the Bronze without paying the cover charge. It was even easier than convincing a teacher to give her an A on her homework.
The interior of the Bronze was, as always, a bit packed, the band playing one of the usuals, though the name of this group escaped her at the moment as they played some sort of soft rock ballad? Or something like that, Amy didn't know her music genres enough to say for sure.

But as she walked into the club, anyone who looked at her did a double-take, looking again, and Amy could practically feel the stares. It didn't bother her that most of the people staring at her lustfully were guys, as long as they didn't do more than stare. And if they pressed the issue... well, she could just hex them with impotence, problem solved.

But as Amy had hoped, as Amy had known had to be the case, some of the people were staring at her - not just in surprise at seeing her dressed like she was, but... hopefully they were also staring for other, more carnal reasons.
"There's only one way to find out," Amy murmured to herself. She brought her hand up to her face, closing her eyes a moment and passing her hand over them as she chanted a quick, simple spell, the whole reason she'd looked to magic to solve her horniness to begin with.
Who, oh who in this crowd likes girls? She ignored the guys that lit up under her spell as she found a spot on the edge of the Dance floor with a good vantage point. Though-
Is that Larry? Not glowing? Huh. Amy never would have figured Larry as gay, but apparently... shrugging, Amy kept looking, peeking up at the upper level. She saw the Cordettes - or former Cordettes, now that they'd exiled Cordelia for good after she and Xander broke up. One of them - Aphrodesia? - glowed a soft white light, and Amy raised an eyebrow, filing that away for later. I suppose it makes sense... wonder if her crush on Cordelia's boobs was why she hung around? The woman's awful personality aside, even Amy had to-
"Wait, what?" Amy blinked as she kept looking over the club and the upper walkway, going back a few people. "That's-"
That was Cordelia. Glowing a bright white under the gaze of the spell.
Cordelia. Liked girls. Amy couldn't help the evil little smirk on her face at the thought of finding a way to reveal that and ruin the former Alpha Bitch of the school's reputation even more. It would be a fitting revenge for years and years of bullying. But after a long moment, Amy dismissed the idea. Outing someone was not okay, even Cordelia.
Besides, if I out her, there goes my chance of something more interesting. Knowing that Cordelia liked girls... Amy licked her lips. If I make her scream my name loud enough, she won't be saying any of her usual bullshit. And those boobs.
Not that Amy was exclusively a breast girl. She kept looking over the crowd, debating if she should go for Cordelia now, tonight. She was the most promising option, sexy, and single and someone Amy would freely admit she'd touched herself to fantasies of, a few times but-
"Hey, Amy," Amy was interrupted from her thoughts by the sound of -
Scott Hope? She blinked, looking at the boy, frowning. He shifted a little awkwardly, clearly trying very hard to keep his eyes 'up here', rather than at her chest, or her miniskirt. Amy crossed her arms in front of her chest, even though she knew it would give Scott more of an eyeful. She had to admit, it was... fun, having someone stare at her like this, so openly, almost nakedly lustful.
Okay, ew. The thought of the guy in front of her, naked, was a bit of a mood killer.
"Scott," She nodded.
"I- I haven't seen you here in a while-" He started, and Amy rolled her eyes, about to shut him down when a hand went on her shoulder.

"There you are girl, come on, I told you I was waiting for you," It was a girl's voice, and Amy turned, seeing the bright white glow from her through her magical sight.
She was dark haired, a little shorter than Amy, but with a presence that demanded attention. Though that might also have something to do with the low-cut, skintight shirt she was wearing, which was even more revealing than Amy's top.
Or the tight leather pants she was wearing that hugged every inch of her lower half.
The other girl was wearing dark red lipstick and dark eyeliner, but it was the heated, hungry look in the other woman's eyes that really drew Amy's attention.
"Come on, onto the dance floor," she pulled Amy with surprising strength, and Amy didn't protest at all, letting the woman take her. Once they were out of easy earshot from a dismayed Scott Hope, the dark haired girl smirked. "You didn't look like you were having a good time with that Hope asshole." She ran her hand down Amy's side and grabbed at her ass through her skirt, which sent a jolt running through the witch. Fuck. "I figured I could come and rescue you..."
Amy managed a smirk herself, running one hand up the other girl's stomach, "And then take your reward?"

"Something like that," She smirked. "Faith," She added, introducing herself. She put her hands on Amy's waist, moving a bit in time with the music, but mostly a chance to just grope her more.
"Amy," Amy let Faith's movements direct her as the soft-rock ballad started to wind down. Faith's hands roamed over her lower back and upper thighs, and Amy didn't mind one bit. Amy started to return the favor, but her touches were softer, more teasing.
"What, are you trying to tickle me to death?" Faith mocked, her tone not entirely serious. "If you wanna cop a feel, cop a feel,"
"Foreplay's half the fun," Amy murmured, leaning in close. Boldly, she leaned all the way in toward's Faith's neck and kissed with an almost feather-light touch, running her tongue over the other woman's pulse point.

Faith's reaction was immediate - she grabbed Amy's wrists and pinned them together behind her back, one hand holding them there with more strength than Amy would have thought possible. Fuck. Amy inhaled sharply, feeling a jolt run through her at the constriction as the other hand came up and moved the hair away from the left side of Amy's head a bit.
She was pretty much entirely at this woman's mercy - in theory - and there was something about it that - fuck!

"Little forward, huh, Amy?" Faith didn't sound angry as she growled in Amy's ear, the tone aggressive, dark, rich, sending a shiver down Amy's spine. She sounded like a predator marking territory. Faith licked along the shell of Amy's ear. "You want me?" Her body was pressed up against Amy's, practically grinding against her as the music shifted from soft rock to something with a harder, faster tempo, the dance floor getting louder and wilder almost on cue.
"Is there anyone here who doesn't?" Amy asked, rubbing her leg against Faith's thigh. "Anyone who isn't a straight girl anyway." Faith laughed softly as she started to actually grind against Amy, who - still not being all that coordinated - let Faith do all the moving, their 'dancing' feeling more like a strip routine, with Amy as the pole.
"Yeah, I'm hot," Faith agreed, confidently. "You're hot too, but I could have my pick of almost anyone here. Even some of the straight girls," she added, smirking again. She let go of Amy's wrists.
"You could," Amy agreed, though she doubted Faith could actually have gotten an actual straight girl - just the girls that Amy could see weren't as straight as they pretended (or thought they were). "But you did come for me." She added, meeting Faith's gaze. "Do you want to keep playing, or...?" Amy rubbed against Faith, moving a bit so she was half-grinding against Faith's thigh.
"I promise it'll be a night you never forgot," Amy added.
"That's my line," Faith countered. "Confident." Amy met Faith's gaze again, raising her eyebrows.
"I came here to find someone to fuck." Amy admitted bluntly. "If you don't want to, with me, that's fine. But hot as you are, I'd rather not waste my time."
Faith pulled away a moment, staring at Amy, eyes raking down her body. Amy took the opportunity to do the same. Faith did not look as strong or as fast as she'd seemed, but Amy was pretty sure the other girl wasn't a vampire.
I could be wrong, but I think I can handle myself... Maybe not kill the vampire, but get away? She could do that. And while Amy did have other options - she was seriously considering if she could use that pheromone-magic to entice Cordelia - Faith did seem an easy option to start with.
And hot.
And there was something about the way she moved, talked... pinned her wrists. I've got to see if I can get her to do that again.
"If you don't live up to your promise, you're out on your ass," Faith said after a moment, leaning in close to whisper that in Amy's ear. "I might not even give you much chance to redress either."
"Challenge accepted," Amy countered, her voice just as low.
Faith's expression looked like one of approval, and she nodded, pulling back again, and gesturing for Amy to follow her. They went out the side exit, into the alley, walking down the Sunnydale streets - they went for about a block, and down another alley.
Then, with another almost too-fast to see movement, Faith spun around and pinned Amy to the wall, one hand on her collarbone, another on her thigh. Faith didn't look like she was putting any effort behind the pin, but Amy found it hard to move. She felt a constriction in her chest.
Fuck, she really is a vampire. Amy gathered one hand into a fist, calling a spell to mind when she felt her panties being pulled aside, and a finger being pushed into her. Amy moaned, the words of the spell dying on her lips as Faith grinned.
"Wet already. I guess the foreplay did it for you." Faith leaned her head in and kissed Amy, lips crushing against hers, demanding, hungry, claiming her as the finger pushed all the way into her, curling a little and -
Amy bucked and whined into the kiss, opening her lips to Faith's tongue. There was something about being held by her, not actually against her will, - fuckfuck... Amy returned the kiss with all the passions she could muster, but with Faith's tongue feeling like it was - as stupid as it sounded - plundering her mouth, she was the one dictating the kiss, especially as Amy started bucking her hips against Faith's finger. She needed - fuck! - she needed more.

Faith added a second finger, curling them both a little, pulling away from the kiss. "Well, you know what you're doing," Faith praised. Amy just gasped as the fingers hit her in her most sensitive spot. "Moaning like a slut just from being finger-banged in an alley, huh?" Faith growled. "Hands over your head, cross your wrists," She added, and Amy didn't hesitate, obeying immediately.
"Good girl," Faith murmured, and Amy felt a shiver run down her spine, alongside a jolt right to her core just from the words alone. She wasn't on the verge of coming, not yet on any sort of hair-trigger, but she felt it mounting. Faith's free hand went off Amy's collarbone and moved up to her wrists, pinning them above her head, limiting any freedom of action and then Faith kissed her again, but pulled away from her lips to kiss at her neck - Amy panicked for a moment as she felt teeth nipping at her skin, but that was it, nothing more, and then Faith added a third finger, and Amy stopped being able to care about much else.
Kalistrate had fingered her and kissed/licked/bit her neck at the same time, but this was different - not better, just different. The nymph had coaxed her to release, as much gentle as claiming. This was different - Faith was pushing her headlong into orgasm and Amy quickly felt herself moaning as she closed to the edge, the three fingers moving inside her, stretching her.
Faith didn't stop at any one spot on Amy's neck long enough to leave a hickey, just licking, kissing, nipping, biting, then she pulled away - and pulled her fingers out of Amy entirely, leaving her straddling right on the precipice, so close, so fucking -
So fucking close.
Amy whimpered with need.
"Don't worry, you live up to your promise and I'll fuck you like you'll never forget," Faith promised. Then she pushed her fingers, wet with Amy's juices, up against Amy's lips, and Amy opened her mouth, sucking on first one, then the next, licking them clean, tasting herself on Faith's fingers. She moaned, desperate and aroused and needing release - but somehow loving being left teetering by Faith.
"Here?" Amy asked after a moment, once Faith pulled her cleaned fingers back. Her voice was breathy, fast, her whole body thrumming.
"Nah," Faith shook her head, "My place is close," She grabbed Amy's wrist and half-dragged her down two more blocks, the trip made longer by Faith occasionally stopping to kiss her and grab her boobs through her top, until they reached one of the cheaper by-the-week motels in Sunnydale. At least this one didn't have a reputation for being filthy.
Faith opened the door to her room - it was pretty empty, bare, just a bed, dresser and crappy-looking TV really, but it was clean, and Faith was in it, and right now, that last one was really the only thing that mattered to her.
"On your knees," Faith ordered, undoing the belt for her pants and tossing it aside. Amy started to reach for Faith's waistband, to pull it down, but Faith grabbed her wrists. "I said, on your knees." Faith commanded again, with more force behind her words. She let go of Amy's wrists and put one hand on Amy's shoulder, pushing down with enough force to make Amy drop exactly where she wanted her to be..
Then Faith's hands returned to her pants and she undid them, practically peeling the leather away from her skin, not deliberately making a show of stripping it off, but it was enough to have Amy squirming and licking her lips - and she quickly realized that Faith had gone commando, no panties underneath those pants.
Faith kicked the pants off when she was done, then put a hand on the back of Amy's head lightly, tangling in her hair just a bit. "If you wanna get off, you'd better earn it," Faith demanded, and Amy, still on edge, felt another jolt at the command. Amy had never imagined herself as submissive, not like this, but with Faith... it was as if she couldn't help but love taking orders like this, being at the other girl's mercy, there was something about her-
Obeying, Amy leaned forward and started with a long, slow lick along Faith's folds, tasting the other woman. It was different than Kallistrate, perhaps not the same headiness, but Amy moaned a little into Faith nonetheless, savoring it a moment as she stretched out the lick, Faith inhaling sharply, the hand in her hair pressing a little tighter, but no other reaction yet. Amy kept it up, long, slow, teasing licks, savoring Faith. She pushed her tongue into Faith, just a little, swirling it around, touching the inside of her folds, and a gasp escaped Faith's lips, soft, but the hand tightened in her hair a little more, pushing her harder against Faith.
Thrilling, loving every moment of it, Amy kept going, starting to move her tongue faster, but still only pushing into her a little, licking the outside of her core, around her folds, working up towards Faith's clit. But even once she found it, starting to engorge with Faith's arousal, Amy kept her tongue away from it directly, licking, kissing around it as Faith's breathing increased in pace, the sound suggesting Faith was clenching her jaw, or biting her lip, trying to hold back. Amy kept her hands behind her back, wanting to touch Faith, but stopping herself, focusing on her lips and tongue. She felt the hand fist in her hair entirely, pulling with just a little force, pressing her so close Amy felt it a little hard to breathe, but she didn't care.
Amy worked her tongue closer and closer as she licked around Faith's clit, and then, finally, as Faith let out another low groan of pleasure, Amy licked the clit directly, circling around it with her tongue, and thrilling in the sounds Faith was starting to make - panting, groaning, bucking her hips against Amy's face.
"Fuck," Faith ground out, trying so hard to maintain control. Amy wanted to make this woman come undone - Faith was already sexy as hell, but if she lost control completely, Amy just knew she'd look even better, and of course, Amy wanted to make sure Faith returned the favor, damnit!
But she was also just loving every moment of this. If not for Kallistrate, she would never have had the boldness to do any of this, so fast, so soon, but now, she was, and she had no interest in looking back. She licked Faith's clit more, feeling it start to emerge more from the hood, but then she pulled away, just enough to start working at the entrance to her folds again, thrusting her tongue in as far as it would go.
There's got to be a spell that makes my tongue longer, a part of Amy considered, but the rest of her was too focused on the here, now, trying to push Faith further and further, determined to take her as far as she'd let Amy. She swirled her tongue inside Faith, trying to ignore just how much this was turning her on, feeling like she was practically dripping herself, but Faith's groans were turning into full on moans as she brought the other woman closer and closer to the edge, thrusting her tongue, licking, pulling back for long, fast licks, then lapping at her folds, moaning into Faith at the taste, at the delight of being able to get her to react like this -
Faith's panting grew faster, louder, the words 'fuck' and 'Amy' slipping from her lips more and more, along with incoherent noises of pleasure, and Amy knew Faith was getting close. Stretching it more, taking her time, Amy started to return to Faith's clit, fully engorged, and Amy once more teased around it with her tongue, but only a little before she wrapped her lips around it and began to suck, licking, feeling Faith buck against her with almost enough force to break her nose, it felt.
But that didn't happen - instead, Faith's hand pressed even harder against the back of her head, if that was even possible, and she let out a suppressed scream of pleasure as she started to come.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Faith let out as she came, but Amy didn't stop, licking all over Faith's folds right through the orgasm, getting Faith's juices all over her face, swallowing what she could, but she could hardly catch all of it - she didn't care,, still eating her out - Faith's legs buckled, and Amy kept going as Faith started to come again, this time with Amy's name on her lips as she cried out in pleasure - Faith half staggered back, slumping against the wall, legs bent, pulling Amy a bit with her as she did, keeping Amy against her for a long moment as she came down from the second orgasm, right on the heels of the first.
Amy kept licking, but slower, gently, more just gathering as much of Faith's release as she could - though even more had gotten on her face.
After that long moment, Faith still panting, chest rising and falling fast, Amy felt herself being pulled away from Faith's core, the hand leaving the back of her head.
Licking her lips clean, Amy started to gather as much of Faiths come from her face as she could on her fingers, and then started to lick them clean, one by one.
"Fuck," Faith murmured, voice low again, thick with arousal. "I guess you weren't all talk." Amy smirked as she finished cleaning her fingers, but she squirmed again, her arousal beyond unbearable.
"Good," Amy grabbed the bottom of her shirt and started to remove it, but Faith rached over and grabbed her wrists again, lightly this time.
"Put on a show," Faith ordered, "Stand up."
Amy stood, slowly, legs feeling a bit shaky with how turned on she was, watching as Faith, half-slouched against the wall, still wearing her top, looked at her through half-lidded eyes.
"Alright then," Amy didn't feel any shame or embarrassment at the concept. Even now, after what she'd just done, part of her was surprised to realize that her cheeks hadn't gotten hot or anything at the command.
"Can't say I've ever put on a show undressing before, so manage your expectations," Amy added. Not that she'd actually eaten anyone out before Kallistrate, and yet she'd known for sure that she'd be able to leave Faith with a night she'd remember well, the confidence from her new powers - and the powers themselves, the gifts from Kallistrate - were more than enough.
Amy started with her top. She pulled it off slowly, trying to sway her hips a little as she did so - she felt a little ridiculous doing that part, knowing her terrible coordination, but somehow, that still didn't bother her too much, and she couldn't help but laugh a little as she kept going, pulling the shirt up past her stomach and then over her breasts - revealing, not that it hadn't already been obvious - that she wasn't wearing a bra. When she finished pulling it off, she tossed the shirt aside, bending forward as she put her hands on her skirt and started to lower that, again, going slowly, moving down with her skirt. Amy tried swaying a bit more, putting a bit more movement.
Faith didn't seem to be hating the show, at least, eyes on Amy, and Amy inhaled, the heat in Faith's expression driving her mad. Stepping out of the skirt, Amy's fingers went to her panties, which were basically ruined at this point, and she lowered them, or started to. But before she could finish, Faith was back on her feet and she'd moved towards Amy, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head again, Faith's other hand grabbing the waistband of Amy's panties.
"Not too bad," Faith growled, "But you were taking too long." She pulled, and Amy's panties ripped entirely, tossing the soaked fabric away. She grabbed Amy around the waist and half-carried, half-threw her onto the bed, the cheap springs creaking under the impact, but at least not breaking yet. Now it was Amy's turn to watch as Faith stripped off her top. She didn't go as slow as Amy had, though she didn't just rip the shirt off either., She made a better show of it, eahc tantalizing inch leaving Amy licking her lips, the way Faith covered her chest as the shirt bared her breasts, then tossed that aside.
Faith's bra was black and low-cut, and she took that off, tossing it right next to the shirt, now completely nude herself.
"You came into the Bronze dressed like a slut, you know," Faith said in a purr. She crouched and pulled a box out from under the bed, opening it and revealing a harness and a dildo attached to it. Amy licked her lips, spasming a little as her arousal continued to batter at her - she needed something, anything, anything, and if Faith wanted to fuck her with that...
Yes please.
"And the best thing to do with sluts is to fuck them," Faith added, the line right out of a bad porno, but delivered by Faith, in that seductive purr, as she fitted the harness around her hips, it worked.
The toy was long, thick and dark purple. Amy wondered if it would be able to fit, since it looked bigger than the one Kalistrate had used on her, but after a moment's consideration, she figured it would. As Faith slowly got onto the bed, looming over her, hands on either side of her, Amy tried to remember the spell to make Faith feel what the toy did. She'd seen it in the book...
Yes! With her left hand, Amy gestured at the toy, murmuring the spell under her breath quickly as Faith lined the toy up with her entrance and then with a momentary spark of light from her hand to the toy, it was done - right as Faith rammed it all the way into Amy, without any preparation.
If not for how wet she was, it might not have felt so good driving right in, hilting within her in moments, but it did, and Amy screamed, bucking her hips against Faith's, writhing under her, Faith looming over her, hands on either side of her, eyes locked on her as she moaned.
"Fuck!" Faith cried out herself, feeling everything happening to the toy as Amy's core gripped it, slick and hot. "The fuck did you do?" Faith demanded, but she didn't pull out, just rolling her hips, moaning a little as she pushed against Amy harder.
"Sex - ah! Fuck- magic!" Amy gasped out, her hands clawing at the sheets, Faith pulling out a bit only to push all the way back into her. "You feel-"
"Like I'm actually fucking you," Faith finished, hilting in her again, biting back a groan. "Some kind of witch, huh?" She didn't seem bothered by the sudden revelation, though given Faith’s strength and speed she didn't seem totally normal either, so that made sense. Amy's brain shut down completely for a moment, as Faith pulled out almost entirely, then, grabbing Amy's hips, thrust once more, leaving Amy full and bucking again, arching her back, Faith's name and the words 'please' and 'fuck' once more escaping her lips, she was so close she was so -
"That's it, scream like the slut you are when I fuck you," Faith growled, leaning forward and flicking her tongue across Amy's nipple, then nipping it lightly, the sudden pain somehow only heightening everything else as that was the thing that finally, after so much buildup pushed Amy over the edge.
Screaming incoherently, Amy came, clamping tight around the toy, legs wrapping around Faith's waist - or at least trying to, since Faith grabbed Amy's legs and pinned them to the bed as she arched her back, clawing at the sheets even harder. But even as she came, Faith kept going, driving into Amy with crashing force, the bed shaking under them. The other girl was saying something, Amy registered distantly, but as she rode out her orgasm, she didn't notice it at all, her whole world seemingly reduced to the toy inside of her, the hands digging into her thighs, constricting her, the pleasure spilling through her.
Moremoremoremoremore, was the first semi-coherent thought in Amy's brain as she started to come down, Faith still driving into her. Faith leaned forward again and started to nip at her nipple again, licking between, though as Amy's body shook under the force the fucking, Faith's tongue often slipped away.
"-we're not done until you can't walk straight," Faith's lips were by Amy's ear as she said that.
"Not - not sure you're up to that -" Amy gasped out, though she didn't mean it - Amy's legs felt a little boneless as it was, even pinned as they were, and her body thrummed, another orgasm already building, Faith fucking her hard, fast, hips working like a piston.
"Is that a challenge?" Faith barked a laugh, moving her lips down and biting into Amy's neck, sucking on the spot, Amy instinctively angling her neck as Faith started to give her a hickey. Amy lifted her hips to meet Faith's, crying out in a long wail of pleasure as the toy started hitting her in just the right spot, or so it felt, pleasure feeling like it was ready to crest.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck more please, Faith, fuck-" Amy half-screamed, surprised she even still had the voice left to do so-
And then suddenly, Faith had pulled out entirely, pulling away on the bed, sitting up on her knees, the toy wet, glistening with Amy's come, Amy's neck throbbing - she moved a hand over the hickey there, touching it sending an electric thrill through her, but that only made her pant with need, empty again, desperate, on the edge of release.
"I didn't mean it, fuck, please, Faith," Amy begged, unable to stop herself, she was so close, so close...
"On your hands and knees," Faith gestured at her as she gave the order, and after a moment's surprise, Amy obeyed - her legs wobbled as she did, but managed to do so, facing the headboard of the bed. She felt Faith's hand run roughly over her ass, before giving it a single light slap - which made Amy gasp, pushing her hips up and out towards Faith almost instinctively.
Faith chuckled, "You have a nice ass, Amy," she punctuated her remark by giving her ass another grope. "Has anyone fucked it?"
It took a moment for Amy to realize what Faith meant by the question, and though the thought of anal sex had never before seemed appealing, as the image of Faith's strap driving deep into her ass, hands at her hips, holding her in place she fucked her into the mattress...
Amy shook her head, "No,"
"So I'll be the one to break your slutty ass in? I like the sound of that." Amy could practically hear the smirk on Faith's lips, even if she couldn't see her face. "Can your sex magic make lube?" Faith asked, finger caressing the rim of Amy's ass.
"I.... I don't know," Amy admitted. She didn't know a specific spell, but spells were in part just a way to channel the will, easier... if she focused -
Amy closed her eyes, focusing her magic - after the sex she'd just had with Faith, she felt more power in her, not a huge amount, but more, and she drew on it. After a moment, she felt nothing, and then some of the power rushed out of her and Faith chuckled.
"Well, I'll be damned." She pressed her finger, which was now cold and slick with what could only be lube, against Amy's asshole. "Relax, or this won't work," She directed, and Amy closed her eyes again, trying to steady her breathing - though with how turned on she was, her heart pounding in her chest, it was hard.
The finger pushed in, slowly, going to the first joint. Faith moved it around a bit inside of her, and Amy felt, just from that, full, stretched. It didn't hurt, but there was an unfamiliar discomfort. Faith pushed the finger in a bit more, using her other hand to spread lube around the rim of her ass - then Amy felt another finger pushing against her ass, also lubed up.
Faith leaned forward and kissed the back of Amy's neck, nipping at the skin. "Trust me, once you're prepped, you'll love it. Sluts love getting fucked in their ass."
Amy gasped as the second finger seemed to slide in a little faster, easter, and then Faith pulled the fingers apart just a little, stretching her more.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" Amy wasn't bothered by it - her lack of shame since gaining Kallistrate's gift seeming to stretch that far and then some - but she was curious.
"Because that's what you are. Nothing wrong with it." Faith shrugged, "You walked into the club like a bitch in heat, looking for sex. And that makes you a slut." There was no judgment, no condemnation in Faith's tone, more praise. "And I love fucking sluts into the mattress. So a perfect fit, huh?"
Amy realized that Faith's words were actually distracting her from the fingers in her ass, stretching, preparing her. The discomfort was fading, replaced with a full feeling that sent pleasure running up her body. Just a little, and there was a bit of pain, but somehow, she didn't mind the pain at all. Amy licked her lips.
Amy was about to say something else when Faith started to move the two fingers a bit faster, and Amy let out another long moan, losing her train of thought entirely.
"I think you're ready for more," Faith pulled her lips away from Amy's neck and her fingers from her ass. Involuntarily, Amy let out a soft whine, the feeling of emptiness after the fingers were gone -
Then it was quickly replaced by the toy pressing against her ass, slowly pushing in - it was slick and wet with lube, and her ass was prepared and stretched, but the discomfort was back in spades, more than a hint of pain. Amy inhaled sharply, trying to relax more as the head of the toy pushed past the inner ring of muscles around her asshole-
"Oh fuck, that feels- fuck," Faith moaned softly, feeling Amy's ass around the head of the toy, the enchantment giving her all the sensations... and apparently they were very good. "Fuck, I loved fucking ass before, but now..." She increased the force of her pushing just a little. "Relax, push out, just a little," Faith instructed, voice low and breathy. Amy tried to comply, and then after a moment, the toy started to slide in easier - still slowly, stretching her, but the discomfort was fading again, the fullness feeling good once more. Amy let out a low moan, the pain from being stretched so much present, but muted, buried under increasing, building pleasure as Faith kept inexorably pushing into her. She felt a hand on her back, pressing lightly against her skin.
Faith was inhaling fast, shallow breaths, biting her lips, trying to hold back moans as she felt Amy around her.
"Fuck, fuck, this is -" She ground out, placing her hands on Amy's hips. "Halfway in," she told Amy, fingers digging into her. "We're past the hard part, just a little more-"
And then suddenly, there was one powerful thrust, and Faith's hips were pressed against her ass. Amy let out a loud wail of pleasure and pain, the sudden force of it all unexpected, and it hurt, but it hurt so fucking good and the fullness, the stretching - she'd been so close before Faith had pulled out, and for a brief window her arousal had calmed a bit as her body got used to intrusions in her ass, but now -
It came rushing back, and Amy's hands lost their purchase on the bed, she slipped, and her whole body was now pushing into the mattress, face down, ass pushing up against Faith as her strap filled Amy's ass, not doing more than small movements, letting her get used to the sheer size of the thing inside of her.
"Damn... your ass really was made for fucking, you took it even easier than I thought," Faith marveled. "Like I said, you're a slut."
Amy suspected it was another part of Kallistrate's gifts, making it easier to have anal sex, but she didn't care at all. She pushed up against Faith's hips again, bucking, moaning. "Then fuck it already," she got out, needing more, needing another release. She was so close, and everything now was feeling so tantalizingly good, she just needed -
Faith didn't say anything in response, instead she just started to pull the toy out and then, when it was halfway out, she rammed it back in, groaning/gasping in pleasure as Amy screamed again, pushed into the mattress, the bed shaking even more under the two of them.
"That's it, take it, take my dick, slut, fuck!" Faith's control seemed to snap, and she lost all slow gentleness as she started ramming in and out of Amy's ass, stretching her, moving the toy inside her when she was hilted. Amy could feel every inch, in and out, every movement, her whole world once more being reduced to one set of sensations as the toy thrust.
FuckfuckfucksogoodIneed she was so close to coming, so close - she tried to move her hand down to her core, to play with her clit, to bring herself over the edge as Faith fucked her, but before she could, she felt her core spasm, and then-
"FUCK! YES!" Amy screamed again, this time feeling hoarse by the end of it as she came again - this felt even better than the first one, the feeling of fullness, of being stretched, the strap stimulating every inch of her ass, the complete sense of being pounded into the bed by Faith -
Everything was heightened, better, more, and before Amy even realized what was happening, she could feel a third orgasm building - it was a distant roar, coming closer.
"More, more more, please," Amy begged, voice hoarse now, but able to still get those words out, somehow, her mind overwhelmed as her body felt like it was going into overdrive-
"That's right, beg," Fath demanded, but she complied, still fucking Amy, not letting up the assault at all. She moved one hand off Amy's hips and slipped it under, towards her crotch - she found Amy's folds and thrust first two, then three fingers inside of her, curling them a little as she fingered her and fucked her ass at the same time, hitting her in her most sensitive -
Amy lost her train of thought, lost all thought as Faith kept up the twin assaults, then leaned forward again, pressing her breasts against Amy's back, lips and teeth once more at her neck -
Amy lost track of time, lost track of everything, but at some point as she was fucked and fingered, she came again, clamping hard around Faiths fingers, her ass around the toy - this time her scream, horse as it was, was too incoherent for words, and Amy felt dead to the world as she came down from it, a muffled sound of Faith speaking as the other woman slowly pulled out of her ass, leaving her empty, but beyond satisfying. It took a long minute for Amy to start to register sound and sensations again properly, able to once more notice something other than the aftereffects, the feelings of pleasure still thrumming through her.
Faith was standing by the bed, no longer wearing the strap, her thighs damp, sticky, wet with recent release.
"Whatever you did to the strap made me come from fucking you," Faith sounded both amazed and delighted. "Clean me up,"

Amy tried to move, but all she managed was rolling over on her back. Faith rolled her eyes, "Of course," She moved onto the bed, kneeling on it, legs on either side of Amy's face as she lowered her crotch to the other woman's lips. Amy pushed her head up and obliged, lapping gently at Faith's folds, the other woman hissing in pleasure.
"I suppose you lived up to your promise, and then some, Amy," Faith murmured. I sure as hell did, Amy agreed as she kept licking. "Normally I'd be kicking you out of the bed soon as your - oh fuck - done," Faith bucked her hips lightly against Amy's face, hissing again, "fuck, I hate to say it, but a little gentler, just like - yesssssss," Faith moaned. She took a breath, "but given that you can't walk... and how fucking good this was... I'll let you stay here the night." Faith offered. "But there's a price."
Amy paused a moment, but didn't pull away from Faith's folds enough to actually ask the question.
"Soon as you wake up, you're eating me out again," Faith explained, and Amy grinned, immediately returning to cleaning Faith's folds and thighs of her release. As she finished, Faith got off her face, laying on the bed next to her - there wasn't really much room, so they were kind of smushed up against each other, Faith's arm carelessly slung over Amy's waist.
Amy didn't mind at all. She was exhausted though, as she lay there, she quickly drifted off. She'd gotten her first member of her harem, unexpected, unplanned, but there was no way she wasn't coming back for more from Faith, and she doubted Faith would turn her down.
But there were more girls out there in Sunnydale to find and fuck.
Red hair flashed in her mind's eye. I just have to make sure it's doable.
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