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I, Buffy	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 150328 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I got to my feet, covered with dust, plaster and innards of quilt. My smouldering and smoking curtains flapped at my blown open window, the glass shattered and spread across my room. Even as I looked the wooden frame, gave a creak and fell inward, crashing to the floor and sending up a cloud of ashes and sparkling embers. I took a step backward, I might be a Slayer but standing on a bit of red-hot wood or razor sharp glass was still going to hurt. I turned and fished my slippers out from under the bed; they were unharmed. Which was more than can be said for my room.
Mom hurried into my room, pulling her robe tight across her body. Her eyes went wide as she looked round the wreck of my room. Behind her Darla came, without a robe, but her eyes a poppin’ like Mom’s as she took in the devastation. Mom took another step into my room, her slippers crunching on a sliver of glass, "Buffy, what’s happened? It looks like a bomb’s exploded in here,"
"Kinda. Well technically a robot, I think. And it exploded outside. I just threw it through the window." I gave an innocent little smile to try and show that it wasn’t really my fault that it had turned out not to be my friend Will, but a boomy robot.
Mom said nothing, just walking over to the window. Bits of plaster cracked under feet, sending small plume of dust into the air. Mom ignored them, instead just walking to my window and looking out. I joined her, giving a bit of a grimace as I saw there was a small crater outside just where Mom’s new roses had been. The kitchen door didn’t look like it was in top shape, either. Mom looked up, "The yard… my flowers."
"It’s not a really big hole as bomb-holes go. Quite small… smallish," I said.
"I saw worse during the blitz," said Darla, "That was fun, so many tasty soldiers around."
"So," Mom took a deep breath, the kind she had taken when I had to explain that I’d burnt down the gym at Hemery High because it was full of vamps. "Your excuse for blowing out every window in the back of the house is that you threw a walking bomb outside the window, yes?"
"A walking robot bomb," I replied, "It could have been worse, it have blown up in my room."
"Buffy’s got a point, lover," said Darla.
I growled, I didn’t like the fact that she was sticking up for me; it felt wrong. But more importantly I didn’t like the fact that she was calling Mom pet names after an interrupted night of passion. I pulled a face as I thought of such horror hit me I nearly fainted, what if Mom wanted me to start calling the blonde tramp, ‘Aunt Darla’ or even worse ‘Mommy Darla’. Mom didn’t notice my reactions, or at least ignored them, instead she took another look at my room, "I’m not sure the insurance will cover this. Do you think the Watchers Council will pay?"
That bunch of tight-asses, I thought, they barely paid Giles and they got me for free, so the chances of them taking out their flexible friends for collateral damage to Mom’s house was about as likely as Mickey and Minnie inviting Goofy over for an orgy. But I didn’t think Mom was yet ready for the truth, "I’m sure they will. Now I better give Willow a quick call and tell her that if anyone from the bomb squad comes round any examination they give her won’t be a way to get into her pants."
I skipped out of the room before Mom decided it was my room and my bomb and I should be the one sweeping it up.
I rang Willow’s place and her Mom picked up; "Hey Mrs Rosenberg; it’s Buffy here. I just wondered if Willow was in."
"She said she was going over to your house, about two hours ago," Mrs R replied. If there was any concern in her voice I didn’t notice it, as far as she was concerned as long as Willow was top of her class and got into an Ivy League she could spend the entire night wandering the streets.
But I was concerned; if Willow said she’d be somewhere she would, she was as dependable as the sun coming up. Which meant either she’d been waylaid or the Mayor was a big a liar as every other politician and sent out a dud, and a bangy dud as well. Telling myself not to worry I rang Cordelia. My frenemy told me two things, firstly that I shouldn’t have her number, which was exclusively for cool chicks and hot dudes and I was neither. And, no she hadn’t seen Willow. She then put me on hold whilst she rang Xander. The conversation was short, cos he hadn’t seen Will either. I put down the phone and called Giles.
"Hello," he sounded dozy.
"You asleep?" I asked.
"It is nearly midnight," he said testily, "Some of aren’t gifted with super powers."
"I’d call when you had your beauty sleep, but we’re needing to call Houston, as we’ve got a problem."
"We’ve lots of problems, Buffy, can you be more specific," he sounded a lot more alert, sharp and focussed.
"I don’t think the Mayor’s playing straight with us. He hasn’t given us back Will."
I could almost hear the frown, "He has Buffy. We were there; she left with us."
"We were doppleganged," I ran quickly through the night’s happenings, tactfully skipping the pre-bang bang with robot girl.
Once I finished Giles was silent, I waited a few minutes and said, "So?"
"It looks like they’ve still got Willow, this was a trap to get you out of the way," he sounded uneasy, before suddenly bucking up, "Though look on the bright side, Buffy. This assassination attempt means the Mayor and Faith think you’re a big enough threat for them to go to all this trouble to get you out of the way."
"Yay for me. Cos from where I’m standing they’re way too far on the plus side of positive," I replied.
"Um, well, I agree with Willow missing and we don’t know where it’s hard to be too optimistic about that."
Giles was back to his worried tone, so it was my turn to switch on the cheeries, "Oh I’m not worried about that. I know exactly how I’m going to get Willow back."
"How’s that?" Giles’ mood was going up and down like robot Willow on my butt.
I grinned, "I’m going to go round to Lilah’s hotel and ask her."
*
I wasn’t just going to go over though, there was prep work to be done – lips to be glossed, perfume to be sprayed and sexy dress to be slipped on. I could have gone and tried to beat the answer from her; which might have been fun after she’d left me hangin’ upside down in LA, but she wouldn’t have talked and anyway Will would want me to follow the Geneva Convention. But there was another way; I’d spent most of last summer letting Lilah Morgan have her very, very wicked way with me and I knew just how evil she liked to go on my sexy, little body. I was betting on the fact that hanging around Sunnydale with me in the background would have restarted her hots and that for a chance to bang Buffy she’d sing like she was opening the Superbowl. Especially if I gave her a chance to get one over on Faith, who I guessed would not exactly be best buds with the ambitious and cold Miss Morgan.
And if that failed I could beat it out of her.
I picked up my purse and headed out to the taxi. I gave him the name of the hotel and his eyebrows raised slightly. As we drove I could see him eyeing me in the mirror; short dress, a little too tight round my waist and titties, a deep red lip gloss and a touch of make-up under the eyes, a late night pick-up. He was thinking my midnight rendezvous was a paying one. I let him think that, cos I wasn’t sure that fucking with Lilah to get my friend back wasn’t just another form of prostitution. It was a better thought than the alternative; that Willow was just an excuse and ever since Lilah had walked into that library I had been wanting her into my butt and out of my system.
"That’ll be ten dollars," we pulled up outside my destination. The driver made like he was adjusting the mirror, ending up so that it was directed at my legs.
I pulled out a twenty, "Keep the change." I was out of the taxi before he could say ‘thanks’.
It was a guess that Lilah was here was here, but I thought she’d need to base herself somewhere, and if, compared to some of the ones I’d seen in LA, the hotel could have replaced the ‘H’ with an ‘M’, it was still the plushest Sunnydale had to offer. It even had a concierge on the door, though he looked more like he was used to guarding the doors of dingy nightclubs not mid-class hotels. He gave me a look as I exited the taxi, thinking the same as the driver had; with surprising speed he moved to block my way, "Yes? You staying here?" his accent was New York.
"I’m here to meet Lilah Morgan," I gave a smile and hoped my knowledge of Lilah was as good as I thought it was.
"I didn’t know she’d ordered a take-in tonight," he leered at me, "Go on in."
I walked in and past reception; there was no reason to announce myself as I knew where she’d be; it was just after midnight and as it seemed Lilah hadn’t ordered a companion for the night she’d be unwinding at the bar. I walked up the stairs and into the bar; in one corner a couple of suits were hunched over some papers, in another a middle-aged man and a woman were either conducting an affair or celebrating an anniversary. And standing alone at the bar, sipping the hotel’s most expensive brandy, was Lilah.
I walked up behind her and then paused. I could see her looking into the mirrored glass behind the bar. She gave a small smile and raised her tumbler in a gently mocking toast, before sipping it. I took another step forward and stopped, just out of stabbing range, just so she knew I wasn’t after revenge and also cos I never knew if Lilah was carrying herself. She twisted her stool round so she was facing me, "Hello Buffy."
"Hey Lilah. You know why I’m here?"
"Drink," she didn’t wait for my answer, swivelling back to the bored looking barman towelling some tumblers at the other end of the bar, "Another brandy for me and a diet coke for my… what shall I call you Buffy?… my companion." She turned back to me, "I’m guessing your evening went with a bang?"
"It was explosive," I said dryly.
She held out my drink to me. I stepped forward to take it and then took another one back. She sipped her brandy and said, "If it’s any consolation I told the Mayor you’d escape; Faith thought you’d be jelly over the wall and it’s her who the Mayor listens to."
"Yeah, all it did was wreck my room and give my Mom a headache."
"I’m glad it didn’t do you any harm."
"Is that cos you didn’t want any damage done to this," I pointed to myself, "Or cos you didn’t want Faith to be seen to be right."
She gave that cool smile, that she had given me so many times over the summer, "I admit that Faith is turning out to be more of a rival than I thought." I was right in my guess about how their relationship was playing. Lilah was ambitious and being the Mayor’s go-to-woman was just the type of gig that would get her ahead in Wolfram and Hart. Except there was a new go-to in town, and one who was a High School drop-out and chewed gum; to Lilah that was like a Broadway Star being replaced by the runner up in a High School talent show.
"Which is why you’re going to give up Willow," I said.
She raised an eyebrow, "I am? What do I get out of it?"
"The chance to make Faith look bad," I took a step forward and then another, so that I was inches away from her, "And this." I slid my hands down my waist, my palms sliding over the shiny satin, wiggling as I did so that my tight dress accentuated my slim, sexy teen body.
Lilah raised her glass again, "You trust me to tell you where Willow is? I like you, Buffy, but you’re not smart. I left you dangling before remember."
"True." This time it was my time to give a cold smile. It would have made others shivers but my Ice Queen was unphased, "But you forget I know where you live."
"You play by the rules. I know that or else I’d have moved already," she sipped her brandy, "We’re in a bit of a quandary." She smiled, "Perhaps a contract."
"Er, yeah, cos I trust that even less coming from you."
"Good point. I don’t suppose my word would be enough?" I shook my head. Lilah shrugged, "Worth a try? So what would you want? Me to tell you before? Because I’m not doing that; sex first, Willow after." She paused, "So what will make you trust me?"
"Trust you? Nothing. I’m relying on you being a horny and wanting some of my ass and a complete bitch, who wants her rival slapped down by the Slayer. You’ll tell me after, cos its in your interests."
She smiled, and for a second I thought I almost saw a trace of warmth, "How well you know me Buffy."
"So we got a deal?" I asked, though we both knew we’d closed the second I’d walked into the bar.
Lilah turned to the barman, "I’ll take a bottle of champagne, two glasses." The man brought them over and Lilah poured a touch of champers into my glass and a more generous measure into her own. She raised the glass in a toast, "We’ve got a deal Buffy. Now, what is your watcher would say? ‘bottom’s up’?"
"Sure," I said downed the champagne quickly, making myself almost sneeze as the bubbles bounced up my nose and down my throat.
Lilah’s lip curled slightly as she sipped hers more delicately, "Perhaps we should skip the starter and head upstairs for the main course."
"It’ll save us having to make conversation," I said.
Lilah stood up, "Yes; why talk when we can fuck?"
She picked her purse from the bar and strode from the room, not even bothering to offer a curt goodnight to the barman who’d been serving her. I gave him a shrug of apology on her behalf and headed after her. She was getting into the lift and pulling out her door key; I got in just before the door closed. She glanced at me briefly and then at her key. The lift door opened and out she strode. I followed. We were on the top floor, but it was hardly penthouse – a dozen other rooms and a potted palm tree sharing the corridor. Lilah opened the door and walked in. The room looked like all hotel rooms, cold and impersonal; for most people it made hotels the exact opposite of homely, but I’d seen Lilah’s apartment a lot and the hotel had more warmth and individuality than Lilah had in her own place. I could see why the lawyer was sticking around; it wasn’t just an me and an upcoming apocalypse. I smiled, "Home from home, Lilah."
She ignored the jibe and turned round briefly, "Come in. I know you’re not a vampire, I saw you in the mirror."
I stepped gingerly over the threshold, like I was expecting a vampire to jump out or Lilah to break down and say she loved me. Neither happened, instead Lilah walked over to the dresser and removed her earrings before starting to unzip her dress, all business as usual. I watched her as she stripped down, she was all efficiency, pulling down the dress easily and carefully hanging it up. Next she undid her bra, back to me so I couldn’t see her titties (though that was more because she didn’t want to waste energy turning round than cos she’d had a sudden attack of the shys). The bra was carefully folded and put into a laundry bag, followed by her pantyhose and finally her panties; the laundry bag being returned to her suitcase. Naked she turned round, I had to say she might be evil, but she was a sexy, hot evil, she gave a small frown, "Not undressed yet Buffy."
"I thought you might want me to make a show of it," I said, kicking my heels off "Remind you of old times, when you used to enjoy my little sexy dance."
Lilah briefly glanced at a clock on the wall, "Yes, but not a slow one. I need to get up early to meet the Mayor and run down some details on his up-coming ascension and I need to get a couple of hours sleep after fucking your butt."
"You going to give me any hints about what’s coming?"
Lilah kept silent. After a few moments of her acting like a clam I saw that she was sticking to the deal. She’d give me Willow, but no more.
I started to sway slightly, running my hands down my side and wiggling my titties in Lilah’s direction. She gave an appreciative look and leant back against the dresser. I slipped down the straps of my dress and continued to gyrate, the movements and the slide of my hands at my waist slowly encouraging the dress down. All the time I kept my gaze on Lilah, I’d forgotten how good-looking she was, glacial, cold, but beautiful, like a sculpture of an Roman beauty carved in ice. My dress dropped to my waist and I thought I saw a tiny curve of the lips as she looked at my pert teen boobs; they weren’t big, but they were a firm mouthful and she’d sucked and nibbled them plenty of times. I carried on, my own pussy wettening and heating as memories best forgotten came back, of Lilah and me and of a summer spent fucking without a care. I licked my lips as my eyes moved down to look at her shaven slit, I could almost taste it. I forced the thoughts back, this was business, Lilah wasn’t my Princess Bride she was evil incarnate. The dress felt over my hips and dropped to my ankles; I wasn’t wearing any panties. I looked at Lilah and smiled, her eyes moved up and down, appraising me like I was a rare antique on display before an auction. She gave a small nod of satisfaction and walked towards me, her hips sashaying and her boobs bouncing; she might be Cruella de Ville but she still could make me hot.
"Respect the pussy," Lilah murmured the words that were tattooed on my Mons, "It’s the only thing I do respect."
"Apart from my ass," I gave a small smile, following it with a gasp as Lilah’s hand reached down and slid over my quim lips.
"Oh no Buffy. I hammer the ass, I don’t respect it, it’s just a hole," she said. Her mouth moved close to my ear so that I could feel her warm breath over the lobe. She blew sexily, brushing away a small strand of hair, "Your ass, that’s just a fuckhole to me. I don’t respect fuckholes, I just fuck them. I just fuck them hard." She rubbed at my pussy sliding a thumb over my labia and briefly dabbing it into my hole. I quivered and she blew another strand away from my ear. Her mouth so close that as she spoke I could feel the vibration of her lips, and so quiet that I strained to hear, " Pussies, now Buffy, I can respect that hole; it’s warm and soft and snug." The lawyer’s finger moved in and pushed, "And so wet as well, damp and sopping and sexy."
"Ooooh," I moaned as her digit slid round the hole, slowly and skilfully, pressing at my walls and exploring deep within me. Round and round she swirled, twisting and tickling, touching my tender twat, teasing, tantalising.
"Respect the pussy," repeated Lilah, "Taste the tittie." She bent down and slid her lips over my teat, sucking it and biting down gently on my nipple. I groaned in pleasure, quivering with excitement and anticipation as she continued to ease her digit and out of me. She took her head back, "Have you missed me?"
"No," I wasn’t sure whether it was a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either; not at the moment anyway as her finger slid at me. Lilah was beautiful and sexy and when she wanted she could be a skilled a lover as a Slayer could want; but I knew she was less than that as well, selfish and deceitful and so, so wicked.
Her mouth went back to my tit, sucking it up. Her teeth moved down onto the nipple again, grating against the skin, putting more pressure on, until I winced and groaned, not sure whether it was pleasure I wanted - or pain. Her head moved back again and she smiled, sexily, evilly, a glacial grin, "I’m going to treat that pussy properly now." She pushed me back onto the bed, "Perhaps it’s just a fuckhole as well, but it looks a edible fuckhole."
"More drinkable," I spread my legs so wide that she could see the wetness in my hole, "But y’know… whatever."
"Mmmnnn," said Lilah in agreement or disagreement. She got down on her knees and pushed a finger in, her face following down against my pussy. She jerked the finger in and out, gently licking at my wettening lips as I juiced. I gave a gasp and arched my back; she was good. My pussy got wetter and warmer, the clit starting to wake up and scream with enjoyment. Her tongue teased at my labia again, threatening to join her finger in a tantalising twosome, but never quite dipping in. "Mmmnn," licked Lilah, "Mmmnnn."
I gripped the bedding, gasping and groaning as the joyful feelings rose from my body. My back involuntarily stretched and bent as her finger hit against me, "That’s good, Lilah, you know what I want, you know what I need."
"You need fucking," said Lilah, her finger punched down, "You always need fucking in every hole and in every way."
"I’m a slut, that’s why, I love having my fuckholes fucked, listen to that Lilah, my cunt, it’s a fuckhole, respect it or don’t, but fuck it," I groaned.
Her finger was out. For a moment I lay gasping, staring at the ceiling and wondering whether that was it for the foreplay and she wanted me to turn over already. But just as I was about to twist onto my stomach Lilah returned to me. Her mouth slammed hard against my slit lips, her tongue forcing its way between them and into my sopping hole. She shoved down, thrusting and twisting deep into me, slurping and sucking at my wet walls and hitting my spot. Her lips moved as she munched, vibrating against my lips, making them shiver. Her nose was pushed deep into me, so that she was sniffing up my cum like it was cocaine on a hooker. I groaned and gripped the bedding as I bent and twisted, "Eat me… drink me… use your tongue… I’m your slut, I’m your fucking slut of a Slayer… oh my fuck… fuck me, fuck me!"
Her tongue rammed down, scooping at my juice and slurping it up. Each lap was like a maelstrom of pleasure, sending me into a series shuddering and shivering twists and turns, making me writhe and my back arch, My ass rubbed against the silk covers of the bed, heating the covers in a luxuriating warmth. I was gripping my titties, fondling and grappling them, self-pleasuring the top-half of my body as Lilah managed the bottom. She pushed harder, her nose digging into me like a knife and her tongue shooting down like a serial killer in the shower. I screamed, "Oh God, tongue fuck my cunt, lick out my slutty slot, fuck my fuckhole, don’t respect it just fuck it, fuck it good!"
The pleasure flowed through me, a raging torrent of sexual bliss. I screamed again, shrieking as the orgasm hit me, "Fuuuuuccckkk, yesssss, fuuuccckkk!"
"That’s your pussy respected," Lilah’s head appeared in my vision, her lip-gloss was smeared with my cum. She gave a smile and licked her lips, "Now what next."
I relaxed as her hands slid under my thighs and she twisted and turned me fully onto the bed. I lay on my front, looking at the bed board, as she got onto the bed after me. I could feel it move as she sashayed closer to me, her hands reaching out to my butt. I gave a small, excited giggle as she took my cheeks in her hand and gave the firm pair an even firmer squeeze. She pulled them apart and I could feel her tongue tickling at the top of my hole, teasing the little pucker, "Ooooooohhhh," I gave a long drawn out moan of satisfaction.
"You like that?" asked Lilah.
"You know I do," I replied.
"You like this?" she asked and slid her middle finger into my hole.
I started as it went in, pushing at my walls. I had bigger, much, much bigger, but it still felt good. My ass reacting to the invader by stretching out and then squeezing back, gripping the digit as it moved. And Lilah wasn’t just jamming it and out, she was wiggling, tickling and playing with my walls, teasing the soft flesh and telling it what was to come. I moaned, " I love it."
"I know that," said my ex-lover. She whipped the finger out so fast that there was a popping sound from my butt. But I barely had time to complain before she tucked her hands under my stomach and tossed me over like I was Queen Cleo in an Oriental rug. I landed on my back and looked up at her; she was smiling and I couldn’t decide whether it was an evil ,lascivious sneer or a cute, sexy beam, or both. "It’s my turn to get my twat slurped. And I know what a good pussy licker you are, so don’t stint on the tongue."
"A deals a deal," I confirmed. She got on her haunches, squatting over my face, her pussy blocking the rest of the room. I wasn’t complaining; I could almost feel it’s heat as I gazed at it - smooth and sexy, the cum already trickling down it as she opened the hole between her hands. The succulent treat lowered down and I said, "That looks yummy."
Lilah didn’t reply, just groaning as I lifted my head and came in on target. Her pussy tasted as good as it looked, sweet and warm, a juicy feast for a cunt-hungry Slayer. My tongue rammed up, it had been in Lilah’s hole plenty of times before, but it needed to get reacquainted. I moved it around exploring her insides, finding the clit and then moving around. Lilah leant further down and pressed her hands at the top of my thighs, squeezing at them, "Buffy… that was the spot… no back… oooohhh… no you’re off it again, back again….oh that’s it… you’ve moved again." I continued to tease, sliding my tongue onto her sweet point and giving it a quick hard lick before dashing away and sweeping somewhere else. I could feel her quivering in excitement, her hands were gripping my thighs so tight she was restricting the circulation, "Buffy… back… no back again." I shifted the tongue as she said and hit, slamming it into her into a continuous hard series of lappings.
Her hands lifted and she stretched, "Aaaaarrghhh, Buffy…. aaarrggghhh you’re the best cunt licker ever."
I knew that.
She leant forward again, but this time she didn’t stop when she was at forty-five degrees to me, but carried all the way down. I spread my legs and her face went down between them, her mouth opening and her tongue flicking out. I licked harder, hammering her clit and encouraging her to go deeper and harder into my sweet little hole. She did, slapping and slurping, ramming round the hole and making me shake in pleasure. My hands reached to her cheeks and I held them tightly, squeezing and playing with them at the same time as I was dragging them down into my mouth. Our naked bodies rubbed together, cummy juice sliding from our pussies, to be eaten or to seep over our skin, leaving it shining and sweet smelling.
I came and then I came again. Lilah was rocking as well, and shrieking muffled screams into my slit as my tongue brought her to fruition again and again. My tongue was sore, but I carried on, feeling her body quiver as her tasty juice filled my mouth. As we licked we rubbed, massaging our bodies against each other so that my pert titties were squashed by and her larger pair were crushed at my belly. Harder, we tongued, more passionate and faster, driving each other into waves of pleasure.
Until Lilah rolled off me, for a second she just lay there, her face just inches from my soaking, and satisfied, slit. She raised herself onto her elbows, "You’ve not lost it. You’ve been practising."
"I’ve not been home alone every night, y’know," I said.
"From that tonguing I don’t think you’ve been alone much at all," said Lilah, there was perhaps a hint of accusation in her tone.
I shrugged, "You tried to hang me upside down and gut me. I took that as hint we were breaking up."
"That’s fair," said Lilah, "Though I did tell you it wasn’t personal."
"That made the break-up so much better," I said dryly.
She got up without answering. I watched her ass as she walked over to the wardrobe, I always liked the way the cheeks went up and down as she walked. She bent down, another view I decided I had missed, and went into he suitcase. She straightened up with her strap-on and started to equip it. She looked at me, "You want to lubricate it first?"
"You getting manners Lilah?" I asked.
"Do you want to suck it or not?" she asked testily.
I got up off the bed and walked over to her, "As you ask nicely," I said and dropped to my knees in front of her.
I took the rubbery goodness in my mouth and began to work it, bobbing up and down the thick phallus and soaking it in my spit. As I sucked I looked at Lilah, standing above me with a small smile on her face, "Suck it, Buffy, suck it hard. You’ll want it well lubed for when it goes up your ass." I moved my header faster, beating it up and down and swallowing the dildo deeper, making it roll over my tongue and push deeper into my mouth. Lilah’s smile got wider, "Harder, suck it good, suck it like a whore."
My mouth went up the dildo further, my lips running over the shaft. Further I moved, taking the toy deep into my mouth. Lilah almost looked impressed as I gurgled a little as it hit my tonsils, but didn’t stop or choke the monster toy out. Up I went, my eyes widening and watering, the eye shadow smearing like oil in water, as I took the dildo past my tonsils and down my throat, choking me and making me gag and spew spit. I pulled back slightly, just far enough that I could breathe, taking in a few snifters of oxygen. I slammed back in, my tonsils bouncing as the toy hit. More bile shot over the toy, soaking it in saliva. I pulled back, gasping the spitty strap-on out of my mouth. I looked at Lilah challengingly, "That wet enough?"
"You tell me, it’s your butt it’s going in," replied the lawyer.
I felt so damn horny, I was ready for a proper butt banging. I looked at the dildo; it was dripping. I got to my feet and said, "It’s done."
"Good," said Lilah, "For information, I’m going to fuck you so hard your head will pop and you’ll be screaming for mercy."
"Bring it on," I said with a haughty smile and got on my knees on the bed. I put my hands on my ass cheeks and slowly pulled them apart as I bent down so that I was facedown and ass-up, "I like a challenge."
The bed creaked as Lilah got on behind me. She put her hands on top of mine and guided them to bring my buttocks further apart, exposing my small, puckered entry hole for her pleasure. There was a pause as she stared down at it, imaging all the naughty things she was going to do to it. Meanwhile I waited, mentally slavering with anticipation at the thought of her big dildo entering me rapidly and repeatedly. Her finger slid in, "You’re so tight again, Buffy, let me open you."
I gave a sharp intake of breath and said, "Drawbacks of being a Slayer."
"Oh, it’s not a drawback, I like you tight," said the lawyer. She went quiet for a moment as her finger went down my ass, reopening what she’d started earlier, her knuckle brushing tenderly, but pleasurably, at my wall. She pulled out and slid in two together, widening me further. I gave another small whine of excited anticipation and Lilah carried on, "The tighter you are the more pressure there is up my strap-on and more it stimulates me."
"Win-win," I said through gritted teeth. It was an effort not to cry out in pleasure as Lilah digitally penetrated me, and if this was how I felt with two fingers; well, with a full cock up there I’d be orgasming for America.
"A mutually beneficial trade," she said in quiet murmur. She pushed her fingers deeper, wiggling them round my chute and making me shake as her knuckles and nails brushed over parts which were intimate and sensitive.
"You say the most romantic things," I meant it sarcastically, but as a mini-orgasm hit me at the same time it came out as moan of bliss.
"Let’s keep romance out of this," Lilah shivered, "We both want something, let’s keep it at that." She pulled her fingers out of my butt, "And what I want is to fuck you stupid."
"I am blonde," I said, just managing to finish the words before Lilah started to push her dildo into me. I drew in oxygen in a gasp as the toy went down my chute. The fingers had prepared me, a little, and my spit had lubed it, just enough. I shuddered as it went down, the friction burning at them as the toy scraped over them. Harder Lilah pushed, painfully pushing the walls open, expanding them like a finger pressing into play dough. It burnt and ached as she moved in. But I didn’t care.
"Uuuurrrgghh, oooohhh, aaaaarggghhh," I gave a series of grunts and squeals and moans as the toy pushed down, pleasuring and stimulating my insides as it brushed and massaged over pleasure spots. Lilah pulled back and thrust in again, heating and stretching me, but exciting and energising me at the same time. Her hands were on my waist, gripping it hard for leverage as she moved back and slammed down, again and again, each time slamming further in. Her thighs hit me like a gunshot and the toy went down, slamming over my walls, teasing the nerve endings within them. Until, I screamed and shrieked again, "Aaaaarrghh, aaaaiiiiieee."
The dildo hit my G-spot through the wall and I orgasmed like the Second Cumming. The pleasured surged through me, like an electric current. And that was just the start…
"Take it you horny whore, take it hard," gasped Lilah. She slammed into me like an out of control train whizzing down the tracks. Her hands gripped my waist so hard that her nails were leaving indentations in the flesh and as she drew them back forth it felt like there were twin eagles taloning my sides. The toy rammed down my ass, striking away all obstacles in its path and ploughing so hard into my cervix I thought it was going to bust through and impale my clit from behind. My hands gripped and ungripped, flexing like I was being electrocuted. Lilah sped up, "I own your ass, I own your cheap fucked up ass and I wanted to bang it so hard it’ll be ruined and wrecked, just a raw red hole."
I screamed muffled shrieks of joy into the bedding. It didn’t taste nice, but Lilah was hammering so hard from behind I didn’t think I could lift myself without the vibrations turning my neck muscles into a gooey mush and making my head dangle like a broken Muppet. So I squealed and shouted my ecstasy into the covers. Lilah carried on ramming, "You’re a slut, you’re a dirty whore, you’re a skank." I screamed some more as the orgasms hit me, the bed shook with our passion, "This is my fuckhole, I own your hooker, whore ass. I own your slutty Slayer butt."
Harder and harder she pounded, each thrust deep into me and hitting my clit through the wall. I could feel the orgasms like a continuos roll of thunder, following each other so close it was like a stampede, leaving me a quivering lump of flesh. Faster, quicker, Lilah stepped up the pace, the dildo whizzing in and out of my butt like it was an electric drill, my butt burnt like a thousand suns were igniting in it, the nerves within sizzling as they sent zings of joys flashing out through my body. My pussy rained juice as I came, a splatter of cum splashing out and soaking the bed. "You slut, you fucked up whore, you dirty skank," Lilah said.
"Aaaaarrghhh, yessssss! I am. Aaaaarrrghh."
"Swap positions," grunted Lilah pulling the toy out of my ass, "I want to lie down and rest."
"I’d call you a wimp, but you own my ass," I replied as she dropped onto her back.
"It’s a fuckhole," she corrected me.
Her hand gripped the toy and held it straight up. I got on my haunches and lowered myself down on it, facing her. My ass was so open I slid down easily, going all the way until I was sitting on her and the toy was pushing so deep into my rectum that any further and it’d be in my stomach. "Just lie back and think of… well whatever evil bloodsucking lawyers think of."
"Money…" said Lilah, "and fucking dirty whore Slayers."
"I’m not paying you," I said and began to bounce up and down. The dildo raced up my hole, hammering at the clit through the wall and I began to gasp with pleasure, my hand moving to wet pussy to rub it as I moved. Below me Lilah moaned and gasped as I pushed the toy down hard, rubbing at her slit, the haft pressing deep at her pink. I moved faster and faster, giving myself moments of control. Lilah’s large titties jiggled, springing up and down as I bounced her.
"Faster, Buffy, faster, you’re a Slayer, put some energy into it," the greedy legal gasped. I did as she asked, jumping up and down like there were fire ants in my panties. She gasped and squealed in pleasure, her back arching as I went down. I was quivering and crying myself, the orgasms shooting through me like a meteor shower. I could feel sweat trickling from behind my ear; and then another bead slipping down my forehead. More and more little watery trails forming as I sprung up and down, giving Lilah my all. Her hands grabbed her boobies and she squeezed them, as she bent herself and thrust up. I went down harder, to meet her, and we crashed together. Up and down, up and down, the dildo slamming through my ass.
"Yessss, yessss, aaaaarggghhh, fucccckkk!" I screamed, "Fuck my fuckhole, fuck it, fuck it."
"Arrrrghhh," Lilah shrieked out in reply, "That’s it my slut, you’re my whore, my skank. Your ass is mine."
We hammered together harder and harder, sweat dripping from me like a waterfall. My cunt was dripping, sometimes blasting out spurts of cum, like a machine gun. My titties swung up and down, bouncing away like two jellies on a plate. Another orgasm hit me, a doozie of pleasure, which raced round my body and made my insides explode into a glutinous mess. I screamed. "Yesssssss!"
*
The electronic alarm clock was showing nearly six by the time I dropped off Lilah for the last time. I wasn’t sure how many times we’d done it, but if ecstasy had equalled dollars I’d be rivalling Bill Gates for spare change. My ass felt like it had gone through either a meat grinder, but one that gave great orgasms. The lawyer fell back on the bed, panting. She wiped a sheen of sweat from her forehead as I reached for my dress and pulled it over my head. I turned back to her, "So?"
She raised herself on one elbow and looked at me in silence for a moment, a slight frown on her face, "Run away, Buffy, leave now and don’t come back."
"That wasn’t our deal," I sat down on the stool next to the dresser and began to buckle my heels.
"No, it wasn’t, but it’s still good advice," she paused and for a moment she looked sad and worried. "You think you can beat the Mayor? You can’t. Come Graduation Day he’s going to have merged with the spirit of an Olvikan demon. He won’t be human, he’ll ascend to become another being and become the most powerful warlock in this dimension. He won’t be stopped, he can’t be stopped and you’ll die."
"You almost sound like you care," I said sarcastically, "Worried there won’t be enough left of my body to sell?"
She shrugged and her cold, hard face returned, "Suit yourself Buffy, that was pro-bono advice. Now for what you paid for, Willow’s at Restfield cemetery, though you better hurry to get her – Faith’s going to sacrifice her at dawn."
"Bitch," I hissed at my ex-lover and for a second I started towards her.
Lilah flinched, but then relaxed as we both knew, being human, even if only just, she was safe from me. She smiled, "Better hurry if you want to save the wicca. Dawn’s in just under thirty minutes."
I was out the door, kicking off my heels, I could run faster without them. And I sprinted – down the stairs, out the lobby, past the startled concierge, and onto the street. My bare feet thudded down the sidewalk as I sped, the few early morning passers by staring at me in astonishment as I charged past them in a pretty dress and with my purse in one hand.
It was still dark when I hit Restfield, vaulting over the wall and into the cemetery. It was big, but I didn't need to explore it to know where Will was, just head towards the torches and chants. The sing-song from the monkey demons stopped as I approached and the five of them twittered nervously to each other before each heading to the corner of the pentagram; in the middle of which lay a bound and gagged Willow.
"B" Faith gave a cheery greeting and jumped up enthusiastically from the sarcophagus on which she’d been sitting watching the ceremony. She picked up a wicked looking dagger from beside her, running her finger over its sharpened steel, "I was hoping you’d turn up."
"And here I am," I said and put my purse onto the nearest bench.
She turned to her minions, "Carry on with the ceremony guys, I’ll be back when I’ve gutted Twinkie."
"It’s not to late, Faith, put down the knife and we can talk, it’s bad, but its sortable. We can say you went a little off the sanity bus, what with Mrs Post being a traitor, Giles ‘ll put in a word."
"Gee B, he would, you all would, for littl’ ole me," her voice was so sweet and childlike it almost literally dripped sarcasm. She straightened, "No, I think I’ve got a better idea. I knife you, I hack out Willow’s heart , I kill the rest of your friends and then me and boss; we rule this town… or what’s left of it"
She went for me. I ducked to one side and hammered at her as she went past. She grunted, shrugging of blows that would kill an elephant, swinging round and lunging again, "That’s not nice, blondie, anyone would think we weren’t friends."
"We can be," I head-butted her and then fell back as she punched back, her fist hitting my shoulder and the knife flashing through my dress, "Just drop the knife."
She dropped into a crouch and set a foot out in a roundhouse kick, "Sure thing," I jumped, somersaulting out of the way. I landed and she was on her feet charging at me, "Let’s all be good." I dived out of the way, "Let’s be friends." She came for me again and I blocked a karate chop with my wrist, "Let’s save the fucking world," she screamed.
The knife came at me so fast that I just reacted. Faith gasped and staggered back and I realised that I was still holding her wrist and she was holding the bloodied knife; the knife that was turned and jammed into her, "Damn B," she moaned, "That pisses me off." She dropped the knife and fell forward.
I caught her and laid her down gently onto the floor. She was pale and trembling, blood sopping through her T-shirt and covering the dark picture of a werewolf howling at the moon with a red dye. I tore a large strip of my dress and pressed it down on the wound, "Hold that there, Faith, keep it down."
She tried to say something, but blood just trickled from her mouth.
A glint of red fell across her face, ‘cept it wasn’t blood, but the first light of dawn. I turned back towards the purple robed monkey men, the chanting had stopped and their paws had turned into claws. Four of them started towards me, whilst one moved to stand over Will. I stood up, "Stay there, keep the dressing firm. I’ll only be a minute."
I gotta admit it took me longer than a minute to dispose of the demons, more like two, maybe three. I leapt over the four rushing me them to crack the neck of the one about to slice and dice Will, before turning back and smacking down the others in a flurry of fast moving limbs and ultra violence. I kicked the last demon so hard his spine broke and turned back to Willow. Ever resourceful my friend as cutting her bonds on the talons of the dead monkey monster next to her. She waved her hands to get the circulation back, "Buffy! Thanks. Faith."
"I’ll call an ambulance," I said.
"No, I mean she’s gone."
I turned. Faith wasn’t lying on the floor where I’d left her, though the sticky pool of blood said I wasn’t imagining her injuries. But she hadn’t gone all Invisible Woman on me, a trail of red spots spattered on path, making her so easy to track you didn’t need to be a Girl Scout to follow her. I sprinted off after her, all the way out of the cemetery and onto the main road. A few cars were stopped engines running, a crowd of early morning commuters gathered round. I ran up and joined them.
There was a babble of voices "Easy now, girl, don’t panic, the ambulance is on the way." "She just came in front of me. I swear I hadn’t a chance." "She’s not been hit by a car." "Someone’s stabbed her in the heart." "Hold on girl, hold on, it’ll soon be here." "She’s not going to make it."
I turned and walked away.
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