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City of Lost Angels	By : LL72 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 33171 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-City of Lost Angels
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- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
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Vi looked uncomfortable, fidgeting with the bottom button of her blouse, repeatedly popping it open and then immediately closing it. Buffy fought down her annoyance; every time it looked like the teen redhead was about to flash a touch of her toned tummy and then just as Buffy felt her interest rise the young woman buttoned again, keeping the blouse in place. That wasn’t the only reason Vi wasn’t in her good books, of course, and she snapped a frown at the teen, "Stop fiddling," she commanded.
"Yes. Right away," Vi almost came to attention, blushing furiously as she did. Buffy resumed looking round the alleyway where a few nights ago a groggy Violet had regain consciousness, draped in a dumpster and covered with soggy cardboard and half-eaten pizzas. According to Xander her smell, when she rushed into the hotel hadn’t been quiet as bad as the lairs of some demons, but it was enough that straight after phoning Buffy he and Rona had thrown her into a shower.
Buffy stood up, "Is this the one?" she pointed to the wheeled dumpster and Vi nodded with less than total enthusiasm.
Buffy opened it and looked in. It had been emptied since Vi’s occupation a few nights ago, but Xander had been right, it smelt like something had died in there, several somethings in fact. The blonde forced herself to keep the lid open, scanning it for clues, not that she expected there to be any. At the time Xander had rounded up Rona, Shannon and all the trainees he could and hit the club and its surrounds. There was no sign of Faith and even more worryingly no Willow. That was when Xander had called Buffy.
And that was why Buffy was so pissed with Vi. It was bad enough that Vi had lost Faith, but to loose Willow, Buffy’s best friend… it was fair to say that Vi was not the blonde's favourite at the moment. Buffy only hoped that her friend was okay, Willow was tougher than she looked – you had to be to be a member of the Scooby gang spending your late teenage years fighting evil and prevent apocalypses on a weekly basis. But she wasn’t a Slayer, she wasn’t Buffy and she could be hurt. The only plus point was that if whoever had kidnapped her had also kidnapped Faith then the Dark Slayer was alive and physically unhurt, even if she had gone bad again. And that scared Buffy almost as much as Willow dead, last time her friend had gone all pale, veiny and dark haired she’d almost destroyed the world… She didn’t want to think about it anymore and there was nothing in the dumpster.
She climbed down and turned to Vi, the redhead was fiddling with her blouse buttons again. She looked guiltily at Buffy and blushed again, "Sorry." She stopped fidgeting and stood straight, "Did you find anything?"
"No," Buffy hadn’t expected they would, it was only in bad detective thrillers that the criminal left clues at the scene, but she had to look as she had no other leads. She shrugged and Vi looked guilty, which made Buffy feel guilty as well. Okay Vi should have taken care of Willow. Vi had said there were warnings in the way the brunette had spoken, but in her surprise at seeing Faith back she hadn’t noticed them, just as she hadn’t had time to question where the Dark Slayer had been. But would I have done the same and followed Faith outside? Buffy wondered, she couldn’t say she wouldn’t. She gave an inward sigh, there was no point blaming Vi, what was done was done. She turned to the redhead and said, "Can you remember anything else? Anything at all, something minor."
"Nothing, nothing at all," Vi blushed. "I think she had a call, from, um, your sister. She told me she’d need to call her back."
Buffy decided that wasn’t important, if she didn’t want to think about Willow dead she wanted to think even less about her and her slut of a sister. "Anything else?" she said, perhaps a little sharply as Vi winced. Buffy forced a smile and added in a softer tone, "You sure?"
"Yes," Vi nodded, "I’ve told you everything."
Buffy nodded. They’d gone over the night in forensic detail as soon as she’d arrived from Cleveland, every word, every action, following it up with a walkthrough up until the point Vi had ended up in the dumpster. Buffy had felt hot and bothered as she’d gone through the lesbian club, even though as it was still daytime there was hardly anyone there and most of them weren’t lookers. She sighed, there was still one avenue to explore, "The list of clubs and bars, it came from Cordelia Chase?"
Vi nodded, "I think so. Willow said it did."
Cordelia wasn’t someone Buffy wanted to visit, but if she had made the list perhaps she knew something else.
*
The smell of incense from the candles mixed with the smell of burnt and rotten flesh creating a smell that was both sweet and disgusting and above all overpowering. Sitting her legs crossed on the point of a moon-like crescent painted on the floor in a red which was as deep as fresh blood Amy felt her eyes watering as the smell unblocked her nasal passages and wafted deep behind her skull. She tried to ignore it, concentrating on repeating the chant, "Evil dna esir, wolliw, htead morf esir." It was the same chant she had been saying for the last four hours. Her mouth was dry from the constant repetition and her legs were aching from the lack of movement, she could barely feel her toes and what she could feel was not pleasant "Evil dna esir, wolliw, htead morf esir."
On the other point of the crescent sat her master, his cowl pulled so far over his face that only the bottom of his chin was visible and the skin of that was puckered and blistered. His fingers were even worse, blackened and twisted, the worst of them missing flesh altogether and just charred bone and dark ligaments. His chant was a gravely croak as if he was having trouble speaking, but he always sounded like that and unlike Amy, who’s voice was getting more crackly as it dried, his was unchanged from when they’d start the chant. On and on he went, his words the exact opposite of hers, "Rise from death, Willow, rise and live. Rise from death, Willow, rise and live."
The object of their chanting lay between them, her feet and head exactly touching the crescents bottom and top. When they’d started the ceremony, the witch’s dead body was sallow, a slight smell of decay rising from it and bloodied stain where a chunk had been gouged from her skull. As they had chanted the flesh had rotted away, the nails continue to lengthen until they were as sharp as talons and the hair growing longer even than Amy could remember it at High School. The corruption had continued for hours, faster than natural, muscles mummifying and decaying, ligaments rotting into nothingness until just the skeleton and the hair were left.
And then it reversed; flesh and blood and muscle returning to bone, nails shortening, the hair retreating, even the bloody gouge repairing itself. In front of them Willow’s skin began to redden as blood pumped beneath it and her chest began to rise and fall. Amy continued the chant, "Evil dna esir, wolliw, htead morf esir. Evil dna esir, wolliw, htead morf esir."
"She is returned," her Master’s voice sounded like he was struggling to breath, but beneath it there was power.
"The bitch is back," grinned Amy. Her Master ignored her comment, but didn’t surprise her that her that he didn’t get the reference to seventies British music. Even though he was English she could have never imagined him boogying down the clubs to Elton John, not when there was a book of spells to read or a Slayer to skin.
She watched as he waved his hand over Willow, lowering it over her mouth so that her breath played on his burnt skin. "She breathes." He moved it to her heart. "She beats." Finally he moved it back to face, pushing open an eyelid to look into her eyes, they remained still and unmoving, "but she does not yet live."
When they’d brought back Joyce Amy had thought at this point they had failed, but now she had been through it three times she was more experienced; the body lived, but the soul hadn’t yet got the hint it should be returning. She knew what was coming next. Her Master stood and pulled back his hood; his face was a horror, melted and destroyed, his eyes glazed balls in puckered holes, his nose non-existent and the bone of his jaw and the lower teeth connected to it fleshless and white. He was deader than Willow had ever been only madness and revenge kept him alive and looking at the selfish cow who’d metaphorically stabbed her in the back and kicked her in the guts, she could appreciate the latter.
Her master smiled, or at least Amy thought it was a smile, with his ravaged face it was hard to tell. "Chain her up. I trust you can bring her soul back yourself."
She stood and nodded, "Yes."
"I will leave her to you, bring back her soul and bind it to us" he was definitely smiling. He turned to leave and then he paused, swinging back to her, "And remember Amy you’re the bitch who’s back, Willow – she’s the raising cane, spit in her eye."
She frowned in confusion
"The Bitch is Back. Look up the lyrics," he said and strode away.
*
Cordy looked in the mirror, checking herself, her lipstick was still fresh from this morning’s nude, but softcore, photoshoot, where she’d spread her legs beside a pool for some sexy exposed pussy shots to add to her website. It had finished by eleven and, she had hoped, given her a nice relaxing afternoon. She was still thinking about whether to join Dawn and Joyce for an evening in the bar. Kate was working late so it would be just the three of them, which meant Cordy would be forced in pretending that Joyce was Jay, a Milf porn star and not Mrs Summers, a Sunnydale Mom. And it would also mean that every time Joyce was away from the table, even for a second, Cordy would have to go all mature on Dawn’s ass and remind her she was due to tell Buffy her Mom was alive. She gestured at plate and cup on her coffee table, "I’ve finished lunch, Dennis. It was delicious as usual."
It was great having a friendly ghost who also doubled as housekeeper.
Cordelia picked up the magazine she had been reading and headed for the couch. She kicked off her flip-flops and settled back to continue reading the article on ten tips on how to satisfy your man in bed, all of which she considered tame at best, useless at worse. She had barely started when there was a knock on the door. The coffee cup floating in front of her paused and she imagined that Dennis was turning to her enquiringly. She shrugged at him, "I’m not expecting anyone, are you?"
The coffee cup shook in a motion that Cordy took to mean 'no'. She sighed and put down the magazine, she’d have got Dennis to go to the door and open it, but her experience was that visitors tended to get freaked out by mysteriously opening doors and ghostly welcomes. That was great if it was some Jesus freaks come to sell her salvation, less fun if it was the little lady from down the hall wanting to borrow some sugar. She put her eye to spyhole and nearly fainted. Standing outside was a petite blonde, a stylish leather jacket and an impatient frown. Cordelia opened the door a smile plastered on her face that was as fake as some of her co-stars tits.
"Cordelia," Buffy said and stepped inside.
"Buffy, how great to see you," gushed Cordelia, sounding so excited and pleased her old acting coach would have considered her his star pupil, "It’s been ages. When was the last time? Angel’s funeral, sorry I couldn’t hang around, I had an appointment."
"Don’t go all twinkle-eyed on me," said the Slayer, "I’m guessing I’m a little less welcome than a leaky pipe."
The blonde had cross the threshold, showing she wasn’t a vamp. Not that for a second Cordy had suspected she was; the vampire hadn’t yet been sired who could beat the toughest of the Slayers. Cordy stepped back and shrugged, there was little point in pretence, "You better come in."
Buffy walked the few feet into the main room, her eyes widening as she saw the pictures decorating her old Sunnydale sparring partner’s walls; prints of Cordelia from various shoots and movies. Cordelia nude, in all sorts of positions, frontal, from behind, sideways, legs spread or boobs cupped, pouting, smiling, lusting, alone, with a guy or guys or a leggy blonde or a busty black or with both a alluring Asian as well. A slight tinge of red came to Buffy’s cheeks and she looked away, quickly. Her cheeks got redder as her glance fell on the photo on the sideboard. Unlike the one on the walls it wasn’t professionally done, but taken by a friend on a girl’s night out, her and Kate smiling at the camera as they cheekily pulled at the top of a giggling Dawn’s dress barely exposing the nipples. Buffy looked at it for a second, before her eyes raised again, flicking at the pictures on the wall, "I’m not here to talk about Dawn."
"No?"
"No, she’s made her bed, let her lie in it," Buffy didn’t sound like she hoped it was a comfortable bed. Cordy didn’t think her old frenemy would appreciate her mentioning that Cordelia lay in the same one and thought it was great.
The brunette waited for Buffy to speak again, the blonde’s gaze continuing to scoot round the pictures on the wall, a redness forming on her cheeks. The silence seemed to go on for hours, though it must have been only seconds. "I’m here to get the list of clubs that Willow had," Buffy said. "The lesbian ones," her tongue moved her lip as if they were suddenly dry
And Cordelia suddenly understood the way Buffy’s gaze was flickering round the photos wasn’t that the blonde was embarrassed and didn’t know where to rest her eyes, but because she was turned on by them and wanted to fuck the sexy porn star. The brunette gave a small smile and turned from Buffy, walking further into her apartment, deliberately swinging her hips so that her ass wiggled with a sexy sensuality. After a few moments, she looked over her shoulder, Buffy’s eyes had moved from the pictures towards her butt encased in tight denim. The brunette smiled, "Come on in properly then."
Buffy moved further into the apartment, almost reluctantly, like she was afraid that the walls would close in and trap her forever. Cordelia moved over to the sofa and sat down on it, patting a space next to her for Buffy to take, "Let me make the list. Can’t you get it off Willow? Or is she keeping it all to herself."
"Something like that," said Buffy, taking a seat on the couch but further away from Cordy than the brunette had indicated.
Cordelia smiled, it made her even more confident that Buffy was desperate for sweet pussy and denying it. The brunette slid towards her, forcing Buffy to either jump up and run or accept Cordelia’s closeness; she chose the latter – at least once she’d run out of sofa space to scoot over. Cordy touched her hand down her front, smoothing her top and letting it pull tightly at her tits, the nipples pressed firmly at it, showing she had no bra. "So you’re wanting to go round lesbian clubs?"
"To find Faith," said Buffy, but she blushed, "That’s all."
Cordy crept closer so her thigh was against Buffy. She could feel the blonde quiver as she said "Really? I mean I’m sure that’s why, but you know the thing about these type of clubs?" Buffy shook her head, but Cordelia was continuing anyway, "There’s always lots of women there. Hot, sexy women with mouths made for kissing and pussies made for licking. Busty babes with huge titties or teen sexpots with smaller, firm pert ones, with round, brown nipples which just fit between your lips. Or Milfs and Moms eager to nestle their experienced mouths between your thighs and to eat your sweet nectar."
"Yes…" murmured Buffy, her skin was flushed and Cordelia could almost feel her heat.
"They twist around you to the music, pressing their lithe bodies against you, their hard nipples brushing at your skin, their wandering hands sliding over your waist, their firm, round butt cheeks against yours as they gyrate and dance round you. You can see them close, smell then, a sensual perfume of flowers and fresh pine mixed with a scent of sex and lust and damp pussy. They move round and you can see their faces, beautiful, womanly, their eyes an open invite to take them there and then, fuck them on the dance floor."
Buffy wiped a hand over a clammy forehead, her breath coming in fevered puffs, her heart pumping so hard that Cordelia could almost hear its bump and see its beat against Buffy’s ribcage. Cordelia hadn’t finished describing the club and with a wicked smile she continued, "And as they touch and massage your body there succulent lips are against your ear, mouthing promises and offering to fulfil dark, deep, delicious desires. They’re there to fuck and fuck and fuck, to take you to places you’ve never been, but will never want to leave, to heaven of ecstasy, writhing and wriggling against their firm naked bodies, spreading their legs and laying your cunt on theirs."
"Yes… I know," whispered Buffy. Her mouth was part open, her tongue brushing at the inside of her lips.
Cordelia smiled, moving closer so that her mouth was just inches from Buffy’s, "Are you ready for it all?"
"Yes…" said Buffy almost silently. Then she seemed to notice how close Cordelia was and what she was wanting. "Yes," she repeated firmly.
Cordelia wasn’t surprised at the kiss. She was surprised how good it was and how easily Buffy opened her mouth and slid at her tongue, almost like Cordy wasn’t the first girl she kissed. But that was a mystery for another day as Cordy returned it with interest; Buffy might be good, but Cordy was a pro. Their lips opened and closed against each other as their tongues exploited each other’s openings, pushing and probing like they were in a battle, exploring and examining every crevice and nook of the other’s mouths. As they kissed they moved even closer to each other, like they were two campers clustering for warmth on a freezing night. Cordelia could feel her old rival and friend’s body heat, the warmth conducting through the blonde’s lips pressed on hers and the Slayer’s hands which were on Cordelia’s waist and pushing up under her top. Cordelia followed her example.
"Fuck," Buffy’s head came back and she blushed so deep red that her blood must have been gushing to her cheeks. She tried to disentangle herself, "I don’t know what happened, that was…"
"That was… fun," smiled Cordelia. She didn’t let go off the blonde Slayer. For a second Buffy squirmed and tried to break, not very convincingly given that she could have snapped Cordy’s wrists between her fingers with no difficulty. She stopped struggling as the porn-star opened her mouth again and pushed into onto hers. "MMmnnn," Cordy murmured, "Nice…"
Buffy’s lips moved round hers, the young woman’s tongue pressing between them and touching at Cordy’s. The two of them wiggled and wriggled, slurping and sliding at the other, opening and closing their mouths like breathless goldfish, munching at the lips and tongues. Their hands got higher, moving from the waists to the upper rib-cage; the tops going with them. Cordy only stopped when she got to Buffy’s bra strap, running her fingers over the thin material. She wasn’t wearing a bra herself and the first realisation Buffy got that she was nearing the tits was the touch of her fingers on the side of them. Buffy broke the kiss again, pausing as Cordelia pulled off her T-shirt so that her titties bounced free.
"You tell anyone about this and you’re dead," said Buffy and began to kiss and lick at the mammaries.
"Mmnnn, oooohh, our secret Buffy," moaned Cordelia. She stretched and moaned in pleasure as Buffy’s mouth found the erogenous zone, biting lightly at the teat, teasing the nipples into erectness. The blonde’s tongue followed, swirling round the stiff and hard bump, flicking at the nub, before moving onto to its sister beside it. Her hands were up Cordy’s sides, massaging the flesh and closing on the flesh of the bosom, squeezing them and forcing the teats up to her mouth.
The porn star groaned in passion, closing her eyes and letting the pleasure flicker through her. Who would have guessed prim, straight Buffy Summers could do such things with her mouth; not Cordelia Chase that was for sure. But she was learning differently as Buffy sucked in a titty, nuzzling it with her nose, soaking it with her mouth. "Oh yes, oh," Cordelia groaned.
Even after Buffy’s mouth moved away Cordelia’s eyes remained close, letting her continue to savour the pleasure as she slid her own hand to the tit and tweaked the hard nub, still wet with Buffy. After a few moments, when Buffy didn’t return to the other tit, Cordy’s curiosity got the better of her and she opened her eyes. The blonde had her pullover off and was unclipping he bra. She frowned at Cordelia, as if it was the brunette’s fault, she was half-dressed. "I’ve seen your movies..." She finished undoing the bra and dropped it to the floor, immediately she reached for the buttons of her leather pants and began to undo them kicking of her boots. "Y’ know the ones where you eat pussy."
"Oh yes," Cordy slid a nipple between her fingers, squeezing it. A thrill went through her. She knew what Buffy wanted, but she also wanted the blonde to say it.
For a few moments it looked like Buffy wasn’t going to. She pulled down her pants, blushing red, "Say a word Cordelia…" she threatened, uselessly because Cordelia knew the blonde well enough to know she wasn’t a bully or a thug. Her panties followed to expose a shaven cunt, that looked so tasty and hot Cordelia was tempted to dive right in. Buffy spread her legs, silently looking at Cordelia, almost imploring her to eat. The brunette looked down and licked her lips. Buffy blushed, "What you do in the movies…"
"Yes…"
"I want you to do it to me."
Cordelia knew she was going to do it, but she couldn’t resist tweaking Buffy a little first; Buffy was great, she saved the world a lot and Cordy’s butt a lot more, but she could be a little insufferable. She smirked, "Do what?"
Buffy gulped, her face paling; there was a small quiver on her lips, "Lick me. Eat my cunt."
"Please?" grinned Cordy.
"Please," added Buffy.
"Okay, our secret," giggled Cordelia. She stood up and slid out of flip-flops before standing in front of Buffy. The blonde opened her legs and waited as Cordy unbuttoned her skirt and dropped it to the floor. She slid her fingers under her thong elastic and brought that down as well. Buffy stared lasciviously at the brunette’s slit, decorated by the tattooed stars bursting out of it and the tiny sliver of bush above it. "I can see you like," smiled Cordelia, "You want to bang it?" She put her fingers to either side, spreading it so Buffy could see the pink insides and imagine how hot and ready it was.
"Eat me," Buffy said, her throat sounding like she was eating a cheese-grater it was that rough and sultry. "Bang you later."
"Who’s being a bossy britches?" laughed Cordelia, swaying in front of the blonde, teasing her.
"Eat me now," gasped Buffy, "For fuck sakes, just eat me… please."
"As you ask nicely," smiled Cordelia and got between Buffy’s legs.
Buffy must have been ready because almost as soon as Cordy’s tongue touched her twat the blonde was quivering and gasping, thrusting her hips up into Cordy’s face and, grabbing the back of the brunette’s head, forcing her down. "Ohhh, yesss, yessss, eat me, eat my cunt," Buffy squealed in excitement, "Lick it hard, Cordelia, lap it out."
The blonde tasted sweet and succulent, her cunt as wet as an evening bath, the juice oozing from her hole and over her labia to coat Cordy’s lips and tongue. She licked faster and harder, driving herself over and into the hole, the warmth of the pussy suffusing her laps, making her tongue heat up like it was rolling over a boiling pan. Her fingers complemented her eating, stroking and rubbing at Buffy’s clitoris, making the Slayer squeal even more, "Aaaarrrhh, yesss, oooohhh, eat my cunt Cordy, eat it out."
Cordy was down into the tunnel, forcing her tongue round the walls , each lap making Buffy quiver and gasp, wetness filling the blonde’s cunt. Cordelia licked harder and faster, barely able to believe she was eating Buffy; she almost wondered if it was the Buffybot and someone was playing a trick on her. But, no it was Buffy, Cordelia had ate enough pussies to be able to tell a fake and this was the real deal; wet, succulent, wanton.
Buffy shrieked again "Aaarrrrghh, yessss, fuccckk, yessss, oh shit, eat my twat, Cordy, eat it up." There was no faking the pleasure either, those were real orgasms or else Cordy needed to pack up and move to Africa to become a Mormon missionary. Cordelia licked harder and faster, making Buffy quake in bliss, "Aaaaaarrrghhh, fuuuckk, aaaarrghhh." The blonde shook and her cum was in Cordelia’s mouth, the brunette could taste its sweetness against her tongue. She swallowed and brought her head back looking at Buffy.
The Slayer’s eyes were open and glazed, the expression of her face a cross between amazement and ecstasy. "Ohhh," she moaned, "That was good."
"It should be," grinned Cordelia, "I do this for a living."
"I remember," Buffy said a little tartly. Then she frowned and smiled, a pretty smile, "It was still good."
Cordelia stood up, "You ever sixty-nine a woman? You want to?"
Buffy nodded, though it was unclear to which question. Cordelia took it as an answer to at least the second. She reached down to help Buffy up, "Let’s go into my room." She led the blonde in, keeping the door open so that Dennis could follow if he wanted.
Buffy didn’t waste any time in getting onto the bed, dropping down and turning on her side to look at Cordelia with those sexy light grey eyes of hers. Cordelia grinned and turned, so that Buffy was looking at her butt, "We can fuck afterwards as well, you want that."
"I guess I do. I’m here in your room naked, it’s not to play chequers."
Cordy reached into her wardrobe and brought out a double-ender, "For after we get wet."
"I’m already wet," said Buffy.
"So am I," admitted Cordelia dropping the double-ender onto the bed and climbing on after it, "And I’m about to get wetter."
The two ex-Sunnydalians lay side by side their heads between each other’s legs and began to slurp. Cordy had already tasted Buffy, she knew how flavoursome the blonde was and wasn’t disappointed that the Slayer was at wet as before, her cunt slick with girl juice. But the big surprise was how enthusiastic and eager Buffy’s tongue was, slipping and slithering round Cordy’s slit as her mouth pressed onto the brunette’s mound. It went over the lips and round the hood at the top, pressing at the clit and making Cordy shudder, before quickly flying down over the cunt crease, forcing its way into the crack. It wasn’t the licking of a beginner.
Cordy returned the lapping, her fingers joining her tongue in penetrating and playing with the pussy. She could feel Buffy wriggling and writhing as the brunette pleasured her. There were she could hear little moans and giggles as Buffy broke from her cunt to let out her joyful bliss, returning within seconds to the sounds of sucking and slurping as her tongue pressed deep and her teeth worried the quim lips. Harder and faster Cordy licked and probed, her tongue exploring the hole as her fingers widened it and prepared the way. But as vigorously as she went she was matched by Buffy’s energetic enthusiasm. Who would have thought that Buffy would be such an expert cuntlicker, thought Cordy as she quivered with pleasure.
Her back arched and bent and her toes stretched, tingling and wiggling as she came, the ecstasy exploding in her like a bomb. She moved her face was Buffy’s cunt long enough to gasp out, "Oooohhh, yessss," before returning to the shaven slot with a renewed eagerness.
Within seconds it was Buffy’s turn to cum, the Slayer gasping and squealing, "AAAarrrghh, ooohhh myyyy… yessss, yesssss," as her head shot back from Cordy’s cunt like the cum was electric. "Fuuccck, aaarrghhh, aaaarrghhh." Then she was back, her hands cradling Cordy’s buttocks as her mouth worked at the brunette’s twat.
Cordelia went faster, pleased, if unsurprised, with Buffy’s reaction to the licking – she was a professional. She raced down the blonde, licking at her hole and tasting the cum, kissing at flesh and teasing at the lips. Her teeth nipped and caressed, her tongue pressed and explored, her lips kissed and caressed. Buffy was soaking, cum dribbling down the tunnel and over Cordy’s mouth. And Cordy was as well, she could feel the wetness of her own fuckhole as Buffy’s tongue pounded in, saliva mixing with cum.
The two of them grunted and gasped in pleasure, moaning into the other’s pussies, sweeping at the wetness with their tongues, shuddering as they came. "Fuuucckk, aaaarrghhh, fuucckkk."
Buffy rolled away and sat up. Her lips were red and glistening as she smiled, "That was good, but I’m wet now."
"So I noticed," Cordelia could still taste the blonde.
"Let’s fuck," grinned Buffy and reached for the double-ender.
The thought of pounding Buffy and Buffy pounding her back was enough of an enticement for Cordy to agree that the sixty-nining, whilst fun, had run it’s course and it was time for a proper hammering. She grinned and spread her legs like a pair of scissors, opening towards Buffy, "Yeah, let’s do it."
The brunette groaned as Buffy fed the toy into her pussy. Not too deep, but far enough to stop it falling out as Buffy then opened her own legs and slid the other end in. For a moment the two of them sat opposite each other, the end of the toy in them, the greater middle part exposed and open between them, their eyes slowly moving as they gazed over the sexy, naked loveliness of the other. Then Cordy slowly smiled, "As you said, let’s fuck."
She moved in, taking the dick into her cunt, feeling the plastic push at her walls, spreading them apart as it went deeper. Buffy moved against her, leaning back on her hands and pressing forward with her pussy. They both slid a few inches in and then back. There was a slurpy, sucking noise as they withdrew, their wet cunts slithering over the plastic. "Yeah, let’s fuck hard," giggled Buffy as she came in again, further this time. Cordy slid to meet her, the two of them stopping their pussies just an inch or so apart.
"I always fuck hard," replied Cordy as she pulled back, "Very hard." She pushed herself forward, her buttocks rubbing against the bedding, the friction making them warm, the quilt’s softness caressing and massaging. Buffy came to her at the same time; this time their twats bashed together as the whole toy vanished between them. For half a second they remained in situ, labia to labia, cunt to cunt and then they withdrew, the toy squeaking as their cunts slurped. The retreat was only momentary. "Very, very hard," grinned Cordy and sprang back, taking half the dildo in her and pushing the other half at Buffy.
"Oooohhh," moaned the blonde in excitement, her eyes closing and her teeth biting at her lip. "OOOoohhhh, fuck, yes fuck. This is good."
Cordy moved quicker and harder, pounding both her and Buffy’s hole with the toy. Her old friendly rival was doing the same, thrusting her body forward and ramming at the toy. The two of them went faster and harder, quickly getting into a vigorous rhythm, sliding their slick slits down the plastic, banging in the middle and flying back, their cries drowning out the slurp of cunt over toy. "Fuck, urrrh, ohhh, fuck, yes, yes. Fuck, my God fuck" gasped Buffy.
"Uuurhh, urrrhhh, yesss, harder, harder, harder," grunted Cordy in reply. She’d fucked Dawn Summers on this bed, now she was fucking her friend’s older sister. She couldn’t wait to hear what Dawn had to say about her latest conquest. Except Buffy had told her to keep it secret. But Buffy had known her for years, she must have said this knowing Cordelia was a gossip and really wanted her to tell Dawn as a way of reaching out to her sister. Unless of course things had moved so quickly for Buffy she hadn’t thought about Cordy’s reputation for secret-keeping, in which case she really might want Cordelia to keep this secret. It was too much for Cordy to keep in her mind, especially a mind being blasted by orgasmic delight; any decision on whether Buffy wanted her to tell Dawn would keep for later, right now she just needed to concentrate on fucking. "Ohhhh yesss, harder, Buffy go harder. I want it hard."
"My God, Cordy, I can’t believe you want more," gasped Buffy, but she upped the pace and effort, ramming at the dildo like it was rocket she was trying to blast into space. The brunette squeaked and squealed as it slammed into her, smacking over her G-spot and creating stars before her eyes. She thrust back, driving the toy into Buffy; from the Slayer’s expression she appreciated it.
Their boobs jumped and jiggled as they jumped forward. Cordy’s were bigger, they boinged like beachballs being bounced over a volleyball net. Buffy’s were smaller, perter, firmer, but still lovely, they shuddered like two jellies on a plate. Cordy looked at them as she pounded forward, enjoying the view almost as much as she was enjoying the sensation between her legs. A trickle of sweat ran down Buffy’s cleavage, leaving a small trail over her skin. The blonde quickly wiped it away, smiling her finger brushed between her tits. Her face suddenly contorted and she gasped, "Fuuucck, aaaargghh, yessss fuccckkk!" For a few moments her eyes closed and her head hung back, her blonde hair trailing down her back. Cordy upped her game, thrusting at the shuddering, soaking Slayer. Buffy squealed again, "Aaarrrrghhh, aaaarrrghhh, aaaarrrghhh."
She resumed pounded with an eager enthusiasm, ramming forward with alacrity, thrusting the dildo into herself and Cordy. Within moments it was the brunette’s turn to explode as the pleasure surged through her like an air-burst, sending slivers of ecstatic bliss razoring through her body like shrapnel. "AAAarrrrghh, fuuuucckk, Buffy, fuuuuccckkk meeeee!" Like her friend Buffy didn’t stop, but continued slamming forward, her sweaty, clammy legs levering over Cordy’s, her hot, soaking pussy hammering down the toy to hit the brunette’s orgasming fuckhole. Cordy’s hands gripped the crumpled quilt, "Aaarrrrghhh, fuuuucckkk, aaaaaarrggghhh."
She couldn’t believe the pleasure that Buffy had sent flowing through her. Normally she would have collapsed back, but Buffy wasn’t giving her a chance, wrapping her legs round the porn star’s waist and smacking down the dildo non-stop. Cordelia gasped in ecstasy; she was more than happy to continue. She thrust forward, trying to match Buffy. The blonde smiled and went faster and harder, taking control of the toy, mentally daring her old rival to compete. "Fuck, yes, yes," Cordy increased her pace, trying to keep up with Buffy. But she quickly realised that she couldn’t, even at breakneck pace for every two thrusts forward Buffy was coming three and showing no sign of stopping. Cordy grinned and settled into hitting her friend’s pussy on that third thrust, if they were out of union for the rest of the time at least the dildo was still going deep.
They went at it for what seemed forever, though one Cordy was glad to go through, the age of ecstasy was so much fun. Their bodies jerked as they slid in and out crushing the toy between them pants of enjoyment and exertion filling the room, cum and sweat soaking the toy, the bed and their skins. Again and again one or the other of them would cry and shriek, shuddering as waves of pleasure tore through them, until they were left weak-limbed and shaking as the orgasm subsided. And then they would continue, thrusting hard and deep and building up the sexual excitement to a new crescendo. Cordelia couldn’t count how many times, it was a lot, even more than she was used to.
Finally she collapsed back, exhausted and panting, the dildo sticking out of her cunt. "Fuck," she said, "That was fantastic."
"Mmnnn, it was fun," agreed Buffy. She slipped the toy out of their cunts and lay across Cordelia, kissing and stroking at the brunette’s titties, the nipples salty and sweat stained. The two nubs remained hard, helped by Buffy’s tongue and teeth teasing and tasting them. "I’m still horny for more," Buffy smiled, running her lips over a tit and pulling at it with her mouth. Her hand moved down at the same time, stroking at Cordy’s wet aching pussy, "I could still fuck."
The brunette smiled, "You’re insatiable."
"I am," Buffy didn’t disagree, her finger running over the other young woman’s pussy.
"I’m exhausted," Cordy said with a smile.
"I’m a Slayer, we have extra stamina," Buffy replied.
"So I noticed," Cordy rolled over onto her front.
It didn’t stop Buffy’s hand sliding between her legs to stroke her sex and move gradually upwards to the crack between her ass cheeks. "That’s nice," the blonde said as her finger pressed between the crack.
"You want to fuck it?" asked Cordy.
"You want me to?" Buffy asked with a seductive purr as her finger found Cordy’s butthole and rested on it, gently stroking the sensitive puckered skin round it. "You want me to fuck your butt?" She placed her mouth on the back of the brunette’s neck and licked at the salty wet flesh, tasting the young woman’s sweat.
"Mmmnnn yes," the porn star giggled, her old rival’s touch rapidly re-enegerising her and making her horny again. "I want you to bang me in the ass."
"Like a Slayer?"
"Like a Slayer," Cordy confirmed. She had no idea what fucking like a Slayer was like, but she guessed it would be hard and fast and violent and she’d cum like she was an express train. She quivered as Buffy’s fingers pushed into her hole, easing it apart and sliding into the first joint. It went in easily, but Cordy wanted something bigger. She turned her head over her shoulder, smiling, "There’s a selection of strap-ons in the wardrobe. Choose one. There’s some anal lube as well."
Buffy got up and walked over to the wardrobe, opening it and quickly choosing a toy. It was a good choice, thick and long with a bulbous head that would spread Cordy’s tunnel and a rounded nub at the other end that would rub against Buffy, stimulating her, as she pounded the brunette. After quickly equipping herself the Slayer pulled out a half-empty tube of lube and squirted it on the toy, liberally coating it with a thick gel leaving the dildo literally dripping. She grinned, "Last chance to say no and I’ll fuck your pussy instead."
"Haven’t you seen my movies, Buffy?" Cordelia drawled, "I’m the girl who never says no." She got up onto her hands and knees and wiggled her cute behind, "Now come and screw my butt."
"Remember, don’t say a word about this to anyone," Buffy got on the bed behind Cordy and rested one hand on the brunette’s buttocks, stroking and caressing the soft, but firm, round mounds, slowly easing one away from the other. When there was a gap between them she used the other hand to guide the toy forward, pushing it’s tip into the butthole. Cordy quivered as it pushed at her. Buffy smiled and said, "Like that?"
"Oh yeah, I’m a complete anal slut," replied Cordy. "I live for being fucked up my butt."
"Good," replied Buffy and pushed in. The brunette gasped as the large toy penetrated her asshole, the head pushing at her walls and stretching them for the thick shaft to follow. Buffy gripped her waist hard, not stopping or pausing, just pressing forward, breaking down any resistance and giving Cordelia the full length.
The young brunette squealed and gasped as the toy went further in, until she could feel it pressing at the thin wall that separated ass from pussy, shoving at the membrane and exciting all the nerves behind it. "Ohhh, ohhhh," she groaned.
"Like that?" Buffy asked again, resting for a second
"Mmmnn, yes, I told you I love being analised by thick dicks, real or plastic," Cordelia replied.
"Let’s go then," smiled Buffy and began to fuck her.
Cordelia had been fucked before, plenty of times; in fact she often joked that anal had paid for her apartment. And plenty of those ass-fucks had been hard and deep, sending her to orgasmic heaven. But they’d be done by professionals, men and women who’d practiced ass-fucking as often as Cordelia and were as experienced as she was. Buffy was an amateur, whilst Cordy was now sure that, unlike what she had thought when Buffy had first kissed her, that her old rival was not a lesbian virgin; she was still Sunnydale via Cleveland, not the porn spots of LA. So she was more than surprised that Buffy blew her mind; the young Slayer slamming the dildo in vigorously, ramming fast and deep, thrusting it in like she was born to fuck. Within moments Cordelia’s back was arching, her head shooting up as she gripped the quilt and howled at the light bulb shining above her, "AAAarrrrghhh fuccccckk, aaaaargghhh, aaaaarggghhh."
Her shrieks seemed to encourage Buffy as the blonde pounded even more relentlessly, hammering the back chute enthusiastically, each quick and hard thrust sending the full length of the dildo hurtling down the hole. "Take it Cordelia, take this dick, yes, yes, that's it, let me nail that sweet ass." Buffy pounded down, her hands gripping Cordy’s sides, using her hold of the brunette’s waist to keep herself balanced and lever herself in. "Let me fuck it. Let me screw it hard. I’m banging your anal fuckhole deep."
"Aaarrrghhh, yessss, Buffy, yesssss," shrieked Cordelia, rocking back and fourth on her hands and knees as Buffy slammed into her. The brunette’s tits were swinging and bouncing below her, sweat trickling down them as she heated up, her ass burning from the friction of the fucking, her pussy blazing as blood pumped round her body at speed. "Aaaarrrghhh yessss, oh my God, fuck me Buffy, fuck me so fucking hard. Fill my ass with your fucking strap-on."
The dildo thrust at her walls, stretching them, pushing them aside, smashing into them so hard the brunette almost feared they would rip apart and leave her asshole a ruined mess. Harder and harder, Buffy went in, thrusting and ramming, her hands gripping at Cordy, her nails digging into the brunette’s sweaty flesh. The blonde’s thighs smacked at the porn-stars behind, the sound of the slap of skin against skin being drowned out by the cries and shrieks of the two Sunnydalians, "AAArrrghhh yeeessss, aaaaaarrghhhh" "Fuuuckk, fuucccckkk, fuuuuuccckkkk!"
The first orgasm hit Cordelia like a tsunami, an explosive wave that blew everything away and left her a quivering lump of flesh. She could swear that stars popped in front of her eyes and her brain short-circuited so that she felt she was literally flying with pleasure. Her mouth opened and she screamed, "Aaaaaarrghhh, fuuuuuckkkk meeeeee!"
"Yesss, yesss, this is so sweet, this is so fucking hot. Don’t tell anyone, but this is heaven," gasped Buffy and thrust down into the shuddering, wriggling, writhing bundle of muscle and blood and bone that was Cordelia Chase. She continued to pound through the brunette’s orgasm, sending the porn star to the higher realms of heaven and beyond, "Fuck, yessss, you’re ass is so fuckable."
"Oh my God, screw me, screw my ass," cried Cordelia. She’d never have believed that Buffy would turn out to be one of the best fucks she’d ever had, not little Miss Perfect who’s one grace was saving the world every Tuesday, but here she was being pounded into carnal overdrive by the petite blonde. Fuck, thought Cordy, in the little bit of brain that hadn’t been driven into temporary orgasmic insanity, she’s as good a buttfucker as Dawnie. She didn’t phrase her thoughts in quiet that way, "Fuucckk, my God you’re so good, fuccckkk me, screw my asshole open."
There was no pause from Buffy, the blonde continuing to thrust hard. Even when she was coming herself she barely slowed, still ramming forward even as she shuddered and shook and cried to God, "Aaarrrrghhh, yessss, God, yessss."
Cordelia now knew what a Slayer fuck was, it was violently hard, speedily fast, brutally deep and unfeasibly long-lasting, and for all that Cordelia, joined Buffy in thanking God, "Fuuuccckkk, fuuucckk, ooooohhhhh God, aaaaarrghh, fuuuucckkkk!"
But the analising, like all good things, had to come to an end. At first Cordy was too swept away in her orgasms to notice, but gradually she realised that Buffy wasn’t thrusting quiet so hard into her ass, the toy going a little less deep and just a tiny bit slower. It was still better than ninety percent of ass-fucks and Cordy intended to get every last ounce of pleasure from it, ramming and rocking her own body to drive Buffy on, screaming, "Harder, harder, bang my butt harder!"
For a few moments Buffy seemed to comply, ramming the brunette porn star with all the intensity of before, but then she began to flag again, panting with exhaustion. Buffy might have gone longer and harder than most, but she remained human, albeit of the super-variety. She probably still could have gone on for longer, but Cordelia knew that Buffy was a perfectionist who wasn't going to settle for giving slow, shallow fucking so she wasn’t surprised when Buffy pulled out with a grunt, "That was hot, Cordy, thanks."
"Mmmnn, yes," said Cordy, without the cock in it her asshole felt cold and chilly and it was only as it emptied she realised how stretched and opened it was, the walls aching, even if the ache was pleasurable. She turned over and dropped onto her back, wincing a bit as her butt touched the bedding. "I loved it as well. I told you, if you want anal I’m your woman; it’s my favourite."
"I noticed," grinned Buffy. She was quickly returning to normal, her smile widening as she recovered her breath and looked down at Cordelia, "Now about why I came…"
"I thought you came cos you were fucking me," quipped Cordy.
Buffy smiled, "Funny… I need to know the list of clubs Willow got from you. She’s missing."
The brunette listened with concern as Buffy told her about their friend’s disappearance, when Buffy mentioned Faith Cordelia shivered so hard that it was like a ghost, an evil one, not one like Dennis, had walked over her grave. She knew she’d have to talk to Dawn, and Dawn, whether she liked it or not, would have to talk to her big sister.
*
The winds buffeted Willow about forcing her to concentrate or else lose control. They weren’t physical winds, the day was so still it would have been perfect but for the smog, but astral winds, slipstream from the souls of the dead flying about. Most were heading gently upwards, a few fighting to stop themselves slipping down and a few more going neither up nor down, but whizzing around in seemingly random patterns. Perhaps, they were the spirits of wiccan or wizards, decoupled from their bodies by powerful magic or else ghosts and the vengeful dead, unable to leave until a wrong had been righted or a true love told a secret. Or perhaps they were just lost and confused.
It didn’t matter why to Willow. She just wished they didn’t keep upsetting her flight plan. It was difficult enough being dead, without having to dodge the lifeforce of another which was hurtling towards her like a life train; two spirits occupying the same astral space had a similar effect to two physical bodies, except in astral space no-one would hear you scream. She dived under another hurtling spirit, and tried to find the trace of Buffy’s presence again she had found it several times before only to loose it as a spirit cut through the chain like a fin ripping through a shoal of ripples, creating confusion and destroying the trail.
There it was. She followed it, floating gracefully above the sidewalk. It had taken her longer than she expected to get here. Her soul had split from her body milliseconds before her physical body became a mush of bloody goo. If she’d had more time she might have been more controlled, but by the time she realised the cord was cut she was spinning away. At least she had been heading upwards, which suggested the televangelists views on the sinfulness of women fucking women were misplaced. It hadn’t been easy to force herself down, like swimming against the tide and it had taken days of effort to return first to Earth, then the US and finally LA; and then she had to find Buffy’s life trace in a sea of millions. That, funnily enough hadn’t been so hard, her friend had a strong spirit which pulsed out like a beacon at sea, and even when she’d lost it she had each time found it again.
She was floating along an avenue now, one she vaguely recognised, but she couldn’t remember from where. Willow wasn’t sure if that was because she was becoming disconnected from her old life and the physical plane or because she had no sense of direction. She hoped it was the latter.
‘What the…’ if Willow had a mouth she would have gasped at the sharp tug. Momentarily it dragged her like a giant hand pulling her along, confusingly it was neither pulling her up heavenwards or down to the hell dimensions, but somewhere else, somewhere on this physical plane. She pulled back, forcing herself forward. It was the second time it had happened, stronger than before. The pressure eased and she floated a few feet up, trying to relocate Buffy’s essence.
She quickly found it, a trail leading into an apartment. And then Willow knew where she was, it was Cordelia’s place; Buffy must be following her footsteps. Willow lifted herself upwards and flew gently towards the building. She wasn’t sure how she was going to materialise and warn Buffy that it was Amy and that somehow she’d brought back her friend’s Mom, but she was determined to find a way.
Down she went, through the ceiling and into Cordelia’s bedroom. She halted in surprise. Not that there already was a spirit there, though it was disquieting that an ephemeral man with a fifties hair-do and fashion from the same decade, was sitting in one of the bedroom chairs jacking at his dick. No, what made her stop in surprise was that Buffy was naked, as was Cordelia and the brunette was on her hands and knees shrieking as Buffy slammed a strap-on into her butt. Both seemed to be enjoying it immensely.
Perhaps Willow would have been able to find a way to contact her friend, but before she could get over her surprise about Buffy and Cordy there was another tug. This time it was even sharper, dragging her from the building and hurtling across the city. Miles passed in seconds before she got enough control and stopped the pull. She halted, floating above the interstate, exhausted by the effort. Instinctively she knew that if she flew as far as Buffy’s again the next tug would drag her in; she needed to find someone nearer and conserve her strength.
Floating up she began to probe the silvery tendrils of life essence to find the trail of someone she knew.
*
Sitting cross legged on the cold floor in a freezing underground room with damp water trickling down the concrete wall Amy was sweating, beads of perspiration visible on her forehead and between her bosoms and sliding down between the cleavage to her belly button. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. She could feel fear rolling up from her legs and stomach. She concentrated on forcing it down stopping it from swamping her in panic and turning it anxiety instead. She began to chant, slowly at first, then quicker and louder, words and phrases in a language forgotten even before the Moses had crossed the Red Sea. Her voice reached a pitch that was almost a shriek and around her the air became as hot and dry as if she was in the desert, more sweat appeared on her body, the rivulets dribbling down her like molten steel from a foundry.
Then all was cool and quiet. She opened her eyes and looked at Willow. The redhead lay still in the middle of the crescent, her eyes closed and her breathing steady. Amy’s heart rate sped up again, the fear she had overcome threatening once more to overwhelm her. She moved the few feet over to Willow’s body, lifting an eyelid. The eye that stared out underneath was as lifeless as it had been glass. Amy groaned again, "No, no, no." Bringing the body back to life, that was the difficult part, she wouldn’t have the power for that, only her master did. But getting the soul back and implanting the fake memories to control it, that was easy, at least to a wiccan of Amy’s power. It had worked with Faith and Joyce, and Joyce had been four years dead, it should work with Willow. "One more try, I’ll give it one more try," Amy said to herself, the same as she’d said for the previous four times.
Before she could start there was the scrape of metal against concrete and in walked… no, limped… her master, the cowl up over his head to obscure his scarred and torn features. "Have you not risen her yet?" even with his ruined vocal chords which made his voice a cross between a snake and Darth Vader his anger was palpable.
But all Amy felt was relief; he was more powerful than her, he would bring Willow back to life, she hadn’t killed the redhead. She shook her head, "No, I’ve been trying, I can’t get it in."
Her Master leant over the body, lifting the eyelid and looking into the eye. He let it go and the thin flap of skin snapped back. For a few seconds he stood still, reminding Amy of a hound sniffing a scent, though his seeking was sensing the magical auras that flowed from and through the body. "She is powerful," he croaked, "Her soul fled her body before death and she resists coming back."
"If she doesn’t she will die…" Amy knew that a body without a soul in it could only last so long before it became corrupted turning it into a hulking monstrosity.
"Does it matter?" asked her Master, but before she could answer that it did, she’d signed up to humiliate and entrap Willow not kill her, she realised he was talking to himself… "If we don’t bring her back her soul is lost in the ether, but she’s powerful, could come back as a spirit and even dead she might help the Vampire Slayer. She might even be more dangerous as she could go unseen. But if we bring her back, we can control her… probably we can control her and if not…"
Amy felt the fear rise again and she laid a hand protectively over Willow’s beating heart. Her Master straightened up "You do not have the power to return her soul?"
"No, but you do?" she asked.
He hissed, "I have the power, but to be here when her soul returns, it would be too dangerous for me… my body it was burnt in a magical fire… it leaves it open to spiritual invasion… No, we will call another to help you. Come, we will need to prepare the ceremony for her."
She stood and followed him down the corridor, past dank cells and even darker passageways until they came to final door. He pushed it open and stepped in. Amy followed him, she had only been in this room once and it had made her shiver, her second time was no more appealing, the smell of rotten wood and damp mildewed concrete were buried beneath the cloying smell of decaying flesh. Her Master seemed not to care, but then he had no nose. He walked past the first coffin to a far one in the corner. The wood was sagging and broken, the top caved and traces of earth still visible on it. The smell of death was sickening and cloying in her nostrils to Amy as she walked over and looked in. There was a skeleton there on the remains of a satin bed, her blonde hair had not decayed nor all the flesh, enough remained to show where the worms had been. Her Master looked down at the corpse, "To raise a witch we will raise another one."
Amy glanced at the nameplate, tarnished and bent, "Taken too soon. Rest in Peace. Tara McClay." She knew her Master had taken a number of coffins from a graveyard just outside Sunnydale - that was where they’d got Joyce from, luckily Buffy hadn’t wanted to bury her Mom within the town boundaries; it seemed the same decision had been taken with Tara.
She stepped back as her Master began to break away the remains of the casket, even though the wood was rotten and broken it should have been harder for her Master to snap and twist it away; at least if his strength was human. As he was more than that, and less, he ripped away the wood with ease until all that was left was the base, upon which lay the rotting Tara. His hand hovered over the corpse for a moment and he hissed, "This one should be easy to rise."
Amy didn’t quiet understand the magics of it; she was a powerful witch, but even so it was way beyond her power. But it seemed to be linked to how close the subject had been to the Hellmouth and the Slayer most closely linked to it - Joyce as Buffy’s mother and a Sunnydale resident had been easy. Faith had been easier than anticipated as well, despite the fact she had spent more time in the penitentiary than Sunnydale, her links to Buffy were strong. And physically raising Willow hadn’t taken long either, one day Willow was a corpse, the next she was breathing, even if only semi-living. But that was always only half the story, the other half was extracting the memory of the newly arisen and planting a false one, so that the woman would do their will; and if not difficult it was time consuming.
Her Master’s caressed the rotting face in front of him, like it was Sleeping Beauty. Amy let him continue for a moment, before asking, "Will we have time? Once Tara is raised it will take days to plant memories in her so that she’s on our side, not Willow’s. And by the time we do…" She left unsaid that if they didn’t get Willow’s soul back in its body soon entropy would set in again, and this time it would be irreversible.
Her Master turned to her. She thought he smiled, but the burns and scars round his mouth left him with a permanent upturn to his lips, like he was the Joker from batman. "No, we won’t have time to plant new memories in Tara. Tell me Amy did you do drama at school?"
Amy blushed. She had tried for the school play once, but she’d tripped and fallen face down as she entered the stage and the audition went down hill from there. "Not really."
The other’s lips twisted more than normal, "Well this will be your chance to make up for that. If we can’t make Tara ours, we need to convince her that we’re on the same side."
A slow grin crossed Amy’s face, "So I’m back with the white-hats, best friends with Willow again."
"Yes, tell Tara a story, make her believe that you the Powers that Be have raised her to help you save Willow; once Willow’s soul is back in take her memories and make her ours."
Amy nodded; that sounded like a plan.
*
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