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A Good Night's Sleep	By : razzaname Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 47650 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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This story seems to be popular, so I've written a bit more. Later updates could take longer.
As a lot of people want more though, what's interesting you? Do you want Willow to go after others, do you want Willow to do more and more things to the Summers... Let me know!
And enjoy.
Tara had asked to stay for a few nights. She couldn’t stay where she used to for a bit, so she’d decided to power through the awkwardness. Besides, she could take the couch, she didn’t need to stay with Willow.
So, when night came, Willow couldn’t help but go downstairs and stare at her. Tara was asleep, just like the Summers, lying on her back with her eyes closed. Unaware, and oblivious.
At Willow’s mercy as much as anyone. Something made her hold back, though. She looked at Tara, uncertainly. After a few nervous seconds, she moved closer.
Tara’s chest still heaved, breathing perfectly serene.
After a moment, Willow reached out, and touched her face. She flinched, instinctively. Tara didn’t react. Then, Willow let her hand drift lower.
She used nothing but one hand, fingertips trailing over Tara’s skin. She’d so missed this.
Tara was wearing only a shirt; it was the simplest thing for her to pack. Willow bit her lip, then gripped the hem of the shirt, slowly pulling it up. She glimpsed panties, immediately remembering pulling them off Tara, then pulled the hem of the shirt up higher.
Willow breathed out a long, slow sigh when the shirt was bunched up under Tara’s neck, and Tara’s chest was exposed.
She always forgot just how big Tara’s tits were. Tara never wore flattering clothes; they were always concealed, shirts draped loosely over them… Willow would never be tired of just staring at them.
For a few seconds, she did nothing. She hadn’t meant to do anything, not to Tara. Tara she could wait for, until she’d finished going through magic rehab, until they were rekindled. She was sure she could wait that long.
Yet she couldn’t tearing her eyes away from the huge, rounded globes in front of her.
Well there couldn’t be any harm in a little… It was just nostalgia.
She reached out with the same hand, just squeezing it. One boob more than filled up her hand, flesh warm. Tara’s breath quickened.
Willow treated her much more gently than she had Buffy and Dawn, rolling it in her hand, and weighing it, as she had so many times before. It wasn’t long before she felt the need to use her other hand, savouring the feel and memory of Tara’s tits.
“I miss this,” Willow murmured. “So much.”
After a few captivated seconds, Willow pulled her hands back. She dragged her fingertips over Tara’s skin, brushing over each hardened nipple.
She stared, still, hypnotized. Tara still slept, still breathed, breasts shifting just slightly.
Then her gaze drifted down, and with one hand she touched at the waistband of Tara’s panties. She could glimpse the top of Tara’s landing strip; a trimmed blonde patch of her, leading down to a pussy Willow could remember perfectly.
And her ass. Willow bit her lip at the thought.
Tara’s asshole. Willow had developed quite a taste for anal since Buffy and Dawn, but Tara had never let her so much as touch the hole, let alone do any more. But Willow had her toys here, and Tara was asleep, and-
Willow tugged the panties down just slightly, barely a finger’s length down Tara’s hips. She lifted her ex-girlfriend, loving the chance to see Tara’s ass again, before spreading her cheeks. And there it was, the hole Tara would never let her touch.
It would be so easy…
“I won’t,” Willow said, eventually.
She stared for a few seconds more, able to imagine it vividly. A strap-on, Tara’s ass parting around it, and swallowing it up; Tara’s face twitching and Tara whimpering. Maybe she’d even make Tara cum.
Then, so slowly, as though it took a supreme effort of will, she rolled Tara’s panties back up. She moved to roll down the shirt, but paused only to give Tara’s tits a last squeeze.
And then Willow was hurrying back upstairs, hornier than she had been at the start of the night. If imagining Buffy and Dawn all day hadn’t gotten her worked up, glimpsing Tara again certainly had. And imagining what she could do to Tara, what she’d nearly done…
She should have felt guilty. Willow knew she should feel guilty. The fact she was unwilling to do this to Tara should say it all; if not Tara, why Buffy, and why Dawn?
But thinking of the sisters, naked and spread for her, and thinking of Dawnie who probably still thought she was a virgin, and thinking of her best friend for years, taking anything she wanted them to…
As before, Willow shifted them to the same room, and stripped them both. It made it much easier; made her impatience much more bearable.
She managed to deprive herself for a little longer though. She could wait. Yes, she could have her way with the sleeping Summers as much as she wanted, or she could try something new.
She picked Dawn to practise on; Dawn would be easier. If Willow was careful, it ought to be possible to break the sleeping hex gently, and bring them out of it without them realizing. Tricky, but as far as the recipient was concerned they’d still be dreaming. What did the Summers dream about?
Dawn wouldn’t be as much of a threat as Buffy. Though the memory still hurt, Willow had a memory spell set up in case Dawn awoke properly. It wouldn’t do for her to remember this.
It took a few tries; magic did take practise. Willow just had to refocus and wave a small bramble to return Dawn to sleep, with no memory of what had happened. Eventually though, Dawn came to still lacking some spark of awareness. As far as she was concerned, this would just be a vivid dream.
And what a dream. Willow smiled, holding Dawn by her shoulders; as curious as she was as to what Dawn would do if she saw her sister lying naked behind her, now probably wasn’t the time to find out.
“I know you used to spy on us,” Willow said.
Dawn looked down; Willow bit back a smirk. Dawn thought she was dreaming, after all; anything said here wouldn’t have repercussions.
“I-” Dawn began, uncertain.
“Watching me and Tara,” Willow said, “Listening to us. Did you ever want to know what we did?”
“Sometimes,” Dawn looked down. Willow lifted her head with two fingers.
“I can show you,” Willow said.
Dawn looked up.
“Do you want that?” Willow said. “I can show you what we did.”
“Y-yes.”
Willow smiled. “Are you a virgin?”
Dawn hesitated.
“Honestly,” Willow said.
“….Yes.”
Not any more, Willow thought.
“And do you want me to change that?” Willow said.
She reached out. It was only at that point that Dawn seemed to realize the two of them were naked, flinching back, and trying to cover her chest. Willow didn’t let her, pushing an arm aside to caress one of Dawn’s tits, fingertips pinching at a nipple.
Every few seconds, Dawn’s own gaze slipped down; Willow’s chest, and her cunt too, all perfectly exposed. Willow wondered what Dawn would think if she’d worn a strap-on.
“Answer me, slut,” Willow said. The word just slipped out; she was so used to having fun bad-mouthing Dawn. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Dawn kept flushing, hesitating. After a moment she tried to glance back over her shoulder, and Willow focused to activate the sleeping hex again.
Well, that was only meant to be a test. It would have been fun to get Dawnie begging for her, but there was no need to make her suspicious. Better safe than sorry.
Leaving Dawn on the floor, Willow went over to Buffy. She rolled Buffy over, until she lay on her front, then sat down on the pillow. She tugged on Buffy, until she had Buffy’s head between her legs, so close.
She wasn’t sure this would work, but she was curious. What would Buffy do if she woke up with a cunt in front of her? Willow hoped the rules of a dream would hold sway.
She really needed to cum. After Tara, after imagining fulfilling a years-old fantasy, and after Dawn, she needed something.
Willow focused, and drew Buffy slowly awake. Then, she waited; just as she’d hoped, she soon felt a tongue. As far as Buffy was concerned, this was just some anonymous pussy; Willow held her hair, keeping Buffy where she was, and stopping her looking up.
She might not be able to resist a Slayer’s strength, but why would Buffy exert herself?
Willow bit her lip quickly though, trying to muffle the noise. She could feel Buffy’s tongue, circling her clit and skating around lower, only just entering Willow’s cunt. Spots Willow hadn’t had touched in so long were suddenly alight, Buffy’s tongue finding each.
And she had the sight to go on; her best friend, the proud slayer, with her head squashed between Willow’s legs, without complaint eating pussy.
And she’d definitely done this before. Willow knew skill when she felt it. Had it been Faith? Willow had always thought there was a story there.
She bit back the need to urge Buffy on, not wanting her voice to be heard. Still, Willow thrust forwards, pushing her cunt against Buffy’s lips; a silent more.
And more Buffy gave. Fuck, Willow had wondered about this so much. Sharing a room with her best friend at college, seeing her change, hearing her touch herself; it had been there Willow had realized she liked girls, after all.
And now the object of some of her first intentional fantasies about women was licking her cunt like her life depended on it. Willow arched, pulling on Buffy’s hair to keep her close.
Something was missing though. After how she’d reached her last few orgasms, the chance for roughness and (if she was honest) cruelty, a little oral didn’t compare. Buffy was good, no question, and Willow knew she’d cum and cum hard, it just wouldn’t be as intense.
After maybe a minute more, just as Willow was getting to the brink, her grip lessened. Buffy’s neck turned, and she looked up.
Their eyes met for the briefest second, before Willow put her back to sleep. Buffy would still have to put it down to a dream, but there was no point in risking more. Besides, she missed having Buffy at her mercy.
She pulled Buffy closer. Her sleeping face was less talented than her tongue, but it sent a jolt though her to just have Buffy like this.
“Having sex dreams about your best friend?” Willow said. “Bad girl. That really makes you a whore.”
Willow grinded her cunt against Buffy’s face, smearing her wetness over her, and using every nook and cranny to pleasure herself. She slapped Buffy, gasping at how the vibrations felt.
She slapped Buffy again, harder, and squirmed as the friction got her closer, and closer.
The Slayer, now nothing more than her fucktoy. Willow whimpered; she liked that word. Buffy was her fucktoy, that’s it. The chosen girl, nothing but a little toy, a slut for her to have at her mercy.
She’d never thought about doing anything like this. The physical sensations were nothing spectacular, but the knowledge she was doing this to Buffy, the fact Buffy was so thoroughly hers, it made everything better.
Willow arched, and cried out, rubbing her pussy still against Buffy’s face, grinding on her until she was cumming over her best friend’s face. She slumped, panting, still moving Buffy’s face until it was nice and covered in her cum.
After a few seconds, a panting Willow pulled back. Almost immediately she was ready to go again.
For a moment she considered going downstairs. Tara was still there, still with all her holes at Willow’s mercy.
Willow bit her lip; then looked at Dawn. No, she could have more fun first.
It took a minute for Willow to set up the rest. Buffy lay on her back on the bed, a strap-on fitted snugly around her hips. Then, slowly, Willow pulled Dawn over her, and lowered her carefully, parting her already-wet cunt around her sister’s toy.
She could just stare for a few seconds, Dawn with Buffy’s strap-on deep inside her. Dawn was slumped forwards, tits pressed against her sisters, and both slumbered. Buffy’s face was still wet, smeared with Willow’s juices.
Slowly, Willow positioned herself behind Dawn. She spat on her hand, and rubbed her own toy: it wasn’t much in the way of lubricant, but it ought to be enough. Then, carefully, she positioned the head of her strap-on at the entrance to Dawn’s ass, and pushed.
It took a good few seconds before both of Dawn’s holes were filled. Willow smirked to herself; she never expected she’d get a chance to double penetrate Dawn, much less with Buffy.
Willow began to move, loosening up Dawn’s ass. As she quickened, Dawn began to shake in turn, riding up and down on Buffy.
Then Willow smiled, paused, and removed the hex from Dawn, bringing her into a state where she thought this was a dream.
And what a dream. Dawn still thought she was a virgin, and here she was, a plastic cock in her cunt and in her ass, sandwiched between her sister and one of her closest friends.
Dawn squirmed, and Willow grabbed her hair; held her in place, and kept her looking at Buffy. Willow slid her strap-on back into Dawn’s ass, far from gently, and Dawn screamed. Willow didn’t slow, picking up her pace to fuck Dawn’s ass, and watching as Dawn began to rock between them, forced to look at her sister and made to ride Buffy’s cock.
Fuck, did Dawn just push back?
“Are you enjoying this?” Willow said.
She leaned closer, tits pressed to Dawn’s back, and she whispered near to Dawn’s ear.
“Are you going to be our bitch? Slutty little virgin taking two cocks at once. Do you like it in the ass? Do you like how I fuck your ass? Do you like how your sister fucks your tight little cunt?”
Dawn arched between them. She’d been fighting a little to begin with, as much from shock as anything, but dream-logic seemed to hold. Why would she fight if it was just a fantasy?
“Tell me, slut,” Willow urged. “Do you like our plastic cocks?”
“I- yes!” Dawn cried out.
Willow chuckled, and forced her cock inside even faster. The cute little noises from Dawn turned into whimpers, probably as much of pain as pleasure. It didn’t matter; this was never for her. Dawn may as well be asleep, as far as Willow was concerned.
“Are you going to be my bitch?” Willow said.
“What?” Dawn said, whimpering between thrusts.
Willow moved harder, slamming the cock into Dawn’s ass. She cried out, again.
“My bitch,” Willow said. She tugged on Dawn’s hair harder, keeping her focused on her sister’s face. “My fucktoy. My personal whore, who’ll take it in whatever hold I feel like, whenever I feel like it. Your cunt, your ass, or maybe I’ll just get you on your knees and make you eat me out. Maybe I’ll share you again. What do you think?”
Willow forced Dawn’s head down, until she had her lips against Buffy’s. Seeing the two sisters caught together sent a jolt through Willow; Buffy might be unwittingly, and Dawn might think it wasn’t real, but Willow could only see the incest.
“Can you think of anything better?” Willow said. “You get to do this whenever we feel like it. You get to be fucked like this,” she slammed her strap-on in harder, again. “And you get to fulfil every little fantasy I have. Do you want that, Dawnie?”
“Y-yes,” Dawn said, between gasps.
“What do you want?”
“I want to be your bitch!” Dawn said, louder.
“You’ll be my whore?”
“Yes!”
“My little slut?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me.”
“I’ll be your slut,” Dawn said, breathlessly. She still moaned. “Your whore. I’ll let you fuck my cunt and my ass, I’ll let you share me, just- please, keep on-”
And that was that. Willow focused, and Dawn fell back to sleep, slumping over her sister. The noise of Dawn agreeing to be her bitch rang in Willow’s ears as she thrust a final few times, crying out like she’d run into a wall, and cumming from the fact Dawn loved to be at her mercy.
There was just something special about watching Dawn sleep, she felt. The idea of Dawn agreeing to be hers was hot, sure, but it was just a dream. It would take a lot more before Dawn agreed to that in reality; though maybe a few assisted, recurring dreams wouldn’t hurt.
It was just so much more real about having Dawn be asleep, and be hers. Willow did like that power.
Willow looked at the Summers for some moments more, younger riding elder, before she began to move away.
It was definitely one of those things that would probably never happen in reality, but Willow liked it where she could see it. Regardless, people had lowered inhibitions in dreams.
When morning came, Willow enjoyed walking around the house. Tara seemed to have slept undisturbed; meanwhile Dawn took a long, long time to leave her room. Willow heard a few muffled whimpers through the door.
And Buffy couldn’t quite meet her eyes all day.
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