NOTE : This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse, a few years into the future. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and is Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together. This is a separate story, but follows on from events in Buffy and The Daughters of Gaia.
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Sima's spirit had been wandering the astral plane since it had been exiled from her body, nearly fifty years before. She watched the events unfold on earth and longed to return from the boredom of her prison. Eventually, she sensed a flow in the mystical forces near enough for her to reach before they disappeared. Acting on instinct, she flew into the stream of magic and rode it down to its destination.
The succubus was not prepared for the pain that accompanied her arrival in the girl's body. Both souls screamed in agony as the vision threw images of a demon and the destruction it would cause into her mind. Sima was aware of the girl collapsing onto her back in the reception area of the hotel, as a man rushed to her side.
He carefully lifted her head and cradled it against his lap. "What did you see, Cordy?"
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A fortnight later...
The girl's breath caught as he rolled above her. She burned with desire as his hips brushed her own. Eagerly, she parted her legs and he slipped between them. For a moment, they froze like that, gazing into each others soul. His love for her was written in his eyes and she could see it shining like a beacon. Her heart sped up and her breathing got faster, her sensitive nipples pressing into his chest as her breasts rose and fell.
Slowly, his lips descended to meet hers and they shared a tender kiss. With an unhurried passion, they tasted each other and their tongues entwined. Her mouth was soft and sweet, making his desire grow quickly as her tongue swirled around his own with a dancing delight. His hand caressed the side of her face and then tangled in her blonde hair.
Amid the kisses, she whispered, "Now. Put it in me, now."
Searching her eyes, he shifted his weight to obey. The cool white sheets slithered along his back as they were drawn by her widening legs. A hand guided his rigid member to the entrance of her sex. When his hot flesh touched her slick lips, she gasped and closed her eyes. With a very gentle push, he felt her puffy labia part and slide around his shaft. Her juicing pussy welcomed his throbbing cock into her depths and, like a warm, wet glove, her flesh slithered around his probing hardness.
When his hips pressed firmly against hers, he savoured the feeling of her flesh surrounding him. She was warm and moist; thrilling and submissive. He scanned her face and saw the little flickers of pleasure that crossed it. Nothing in his life had felt this right, this good. Burning the image of her wilful acceptance of him into his mind, he began to draw his hips backward. Her fingernails danced along his back as she let out a little whimper from the sensation. The feeling of her silken walls sliding along his hot shaft caused thrills to scurry through his groin.
She turned her face sideways and felt the hot, quick beat of his breath against her cheek. How could she not have given herself to him before now? This is where she should be. This is what she was for. To be his. To lie beneath him and give herself to him. Her little cunny was made to house his thick weapon. With that connection, they would become one. Joined in a sensual meeting of hot, sticky flesh that created oceans of pleasure between them.
It surprised her that he drew his cock completely from her. She groaned as it slipped through the tight circle of flesh at the entrance to her pussy, its lips giving up their hold on him with reluctance. Her eyes flicked open to protest the loss. He was staring down into her, looking for that very reaction. She wanted him and he knew it. Wanted him inside of her, loving her and fucking her.
A gasp of delight burst from her as his glans slid back into her folds. Slippery juices oiled its passage into her sacred heart. In one long, slow push his cock filled her, the large, swollen head parting her flesh like a plough as it buried itself deep in her centre. Her small pussy stretched itself around his thickness and took it with a sucking grasp.
Scratches appeared across his back as she tightened her grip and slipped her legs around his. Small feet slid along the backs of his calves to hook onto his ankles. When he withdrew and plunged back, her hips rose to meet him.
Their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm. Bellies slapped together and parted with mounting speed. Her soft flesh surrendered to his firm muscles and hard body. Coiling her hands around his shoulders, she drew him tight against her. The roughness of his cheek scratched at her own, but she did not care. Locking him tight in her arms, she bucked against his thrusting hips and clamped her mouth on his neck. He shivered as her lips suckled and pulsed against his throat with lashings from her tongue drawing gasps from him.
Like a savage he began to pound his hard cock into her. Gone was all the tenderness; all that remained was an animalistic hunger. Wet slapping and squelching echoed in the room as the springs of the bed squealed and protested their treatment.
Faster and faster he fucked himself into her wanton folds. She took everything he could give her and demanded more. Her hot kisses covered his neck and climbed to search out his mouth. Sweat dripped from his humping body and rained down to mingle with her own. The slickness of her skin helped her slither around beneath him as she lost herself in a wave of bliss.
Their combined grunts and gasps merged into a symphony of desire and lust. Time blurred and all that remained was the delicious mixture of hot flesh and slippery juices. Lost, even to themselves, they humped wildly against each other. His rigid length buried itself in her like a piston and all she could do was cling to him and take him as deep as she was able.
Suddenly, he groaned and his body went rigid. Deep inside her, his cock began to twitch and pump his cum deep into her womb. The feel of the hot tide pushed her over her peak and she came with a high pitched squeal. Orgasms filled their bodies and they shuddered against one another. As the ripples of delight coursed through her, she moaned into his ear, "Oh, Giles!"
Panting, she opened her eyes and traced the pattern of moonlight on the ceiling. With a last little stirring motion, Buffy slipped her sticky fingers away from her sopping pussy. Her breath was ragged and loud in the empty room. Sliding the sheets away, she swung herself onto the edge of her bed. She had promised herself that she would have a little nap before patrolling, but her lust had persuaded her different. Guilt overcame her at the thought of her fantasy and her cheeks grew hot. It was so wrong to think of him that way. After all, he only saw her as a Slayer, didn't he?
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In the abandoned church, the only light came from the moonlight that flooded in through the grimy windows to illuminate the pillars and rotten pews with a pale glow. The twelve disciples of Mobadon formed a circle and the words they intoned belonged to a language used by no others for nearly a thousand years.
When the chanting reached its peak the Shepherd stepped forward, the trailing hem of his long black robes brushing the dirty floor. As he raised his right hand high, the curved blade he held glinted in a moonbeam. Slowly, he turned around, showing each member the sacred dagger. When he had done so, he turned to the young woman chained naked to the altar. She gazed back at him with a look of pure terror.
"You have served the flesh of the servants of Mobadon. Now you will serve the Dark Lord, Himself. As is right and just, you will suffer one cut for each of the thousand years he has been imprisoned. Your torment will linger and your pain will nourish his soul. Take comfort from the honour we do you. Upon your death, you will join the ranks of the Unholy and sit at His feet."
The girl screamed as the Shepherd drew the first small cut. Her cry was drowned out by the loud crash of the church doors being smashed inward. Startled, the disciples looked at the moonlit entryway. Stepping through the splintered debris was a young blonde woman.
"Excuse me; is this the meeting for robe wearers anonymous? I know that I haven't brought my own, but I'm trying really hard to kick the habit."
"Get her!" the Shepherd commanded. Five of his men rushed to comply.
"Get her? Gee, that's original. I've never heard that one before." As the first disciple reached her, Buffy slapped him sideways and spun a kick into the gut of the man following him. "Do they make you take courses in evil lingo or something? 'cause I gotta tell you it's a bit clichéd, you know?"
She sidestepped a blow from the third disciple and slammed her elbow into the back of his head as he staggered past her. The final two attacked at the same time. Buffy caught the fist of each of them and stepped forward. Swinging her arms around in a wide arc, she cracked their bodies like a whip and they somersaulted head over heels. One of them quickly began to sit up, but a punch to the jaw stopped that.
"Looks like you were shopping in the bargain basement when you hired your lackeys."
The Shepherd angrily motioned for the rest of his disciples to attack the Slayer. In silence, they began to spread out around her in a circle, drawing weapons.
"I really don't think you guys want to do this," she said, pointing to the robe one wore. "It's really hard to fight in long skirts, and believe me, I've tried."
Without a word, they leapt at her.
