When Not in One's Country, Best to Eat Buffy
by Gabriel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: I risk ALL and name NONE! May the future generations
learn from my foolish ways. But, should you want confirmation that
I've not created the Vampire Slayer series, you need only watch how
often Faith's fingers fail to be inside Buffy in seasons 3-7.
Rating: I fear my lack of talent could very well cause an angel to
lose its wings… which would then fall from the sky and crush an
orphan.
Spoilers: In the upcoming Buffy Movie, Faith fucks B's brains out… Oh
SPOILERS! I thought you meant wishful thinking…
PWP Fest: Cumming Around the World in 80 Days, Passionate Oasis.
Notes: Ten things you need know about this PWP:
- Faith has not (to my knowledge at least) gone evil.
- Willow and Oz had a fling but are no longer together.
- Buffy and Angel had a fling but are no longer together.
- Cordelia and Xander had a fling but are no longer together.
- Buffy is extremely hot but you already knew that.
- Willow is extremely hot but you already knew that.
- Cordelia is extremely hot but you already knew that.
- Faith is extremely hot but you already knew that.
- Rule of magic: Spells always go awry with a many salacious consequences.
- Desirata's writings are simply divine… GO READ HER WORKS NOW!
I can feel the slayer's tongue deep inside me and the heavenly sensation drives me utterly mad. With every thrust, the desire to cum all over her, all for her, envelops me in its fiery embrace. I keep moaning out her name in a honey toned voice until suddenly she stops, looking up to me with a curious face.
"What did you say? You want me to stop? M'kay… if that's what you really want."
I would buy her act had it not been for my juices still dripping from her gleaming lips. Still, my mind and body have entered a state of all-consuming lust. I no longer hold control over any of my being's functions. I scream at her, my voice a raw mix of anger, want, passion and love.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP NOW!"
… … miss rosenberg… Miss Rosenberg… MISS ROSENBERG!!! WILLOW!!!!
In an instant, everyone's favourite witch wakes up. Her face a red which will surely have her hair falling with jealousy, she happens to be disoriented still. Her best superpowers-owning friend shaking her by the shoulders and the seemingly furious teacher slowly help her regain her grasp on reality and remember her current locale. The classroom. Or rather, a classroom full of snickering students all looking at her.
"Miss Rosenberg! This language will NOT be tolerated in class. And sleeping during a lecture? I am very disappointed to say the least. You will report to the principal's office immediately!"
"Me? But… err... what did I do? Language? What?"
Panic stricken? A poor description of what Willow be enduring in this particular instant. In desperation, she gives her fair haired saviour a look conveying perfectly how she longs for her help. Alas, Buffy's response will not salvage the damage:
"You better do what she says Wil…"
T'is shaking in fear that Willow leaves the classroom early that day. Shaking in fear and surprisingly horny…
Much later on that very same day, our endearing characters Xander, Buffy, Faith and Giles are discussing a many varied topics around the library's old yet trusted table. T'is only upon an angry witch's arrival that their chit-chat comes to a halt. Indeed, as soon as the library's old yet trusted doors open, all eyes turn to a mumbling teenager bubbling over with rage. Faced with these silent spectators, a sole thought goes through her mind. "By the power of Resolve Face. I… have… the POWER!!!"
"What is everyone looking at?"
It should be noted for the record that 'resolve' fails to vanquish 'humour' in this case, for everyone bursts out laughing. Buffy, ever trying to do her friend right (pun intended?) is the first to devise an apology. Its effectiveness however remains quite dubious. And the fact that she cannot help but laugh between every sentence does not help one tiny bit.
"I'm so sorry Wil. But you've got to admit, that was just hysterical. You, shouting DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP NOW… right after Miss Clark said we would not complete chapter 8 and skip to 9. Not to mention that voice of yours!? You sounded horny for math!"
Hearing the blonde hero's remark, the intensity of Giles' laughter doubles, forcing the aging man to sit down on one of the library's old yet trusted chairs. Between uncontrollable fits of English chuckling, he barely manages to say "Bloody priceless"! Not one for watching from the sidelines, Faith readily joins in on the taunting of our poor Willow, calling upon her most sensual tone of voice.
"From what B tells me, that was some wicked dream Red… I hope I was in it. Just what is it that you don't want me to stop doing Red… You can tell me baby. I know you want to."
Thoughts of Faith and Willow sharing a carnal embrace? No wonder Xander's witty repartee is nowhere to be found. While Faith blows a kiss to the air in the direction of our upset Wicca, the latter is once more denied her verbal comeback, this time by the entrance of Cordelia Chase. Looking around, one can immediately guess the reason for her arrival as her eyes lock with Willow's and she smiles the smile of a great evil.
"I knew the lustful daydreamer would take refuge in the library. Willow I am very disappointed in you."
Disappointed? Don't look at me dear readers. I'm as shocked as you are by Miss Chase's comment. As a matter of fact, I should point out that everyone present in the library have their jaw in a state of completely dropped. Seeing this, it takes little time for the slender Cordelia to clarify.
"Duh! Wait for me to be there when you pull off something like that. I want to kill myself for having missed it."
At long last, the girl named after a tree unleashes her anger… all on Cordy.
"You want to kill yourself. Go ahead! There are axes in the closet. Don't let me stop you!"
This time around, Xander misses not this opportunity, though he really should have.
"Wil, didn't you intend to say: Don't you *fucking* let me stop you now?"
Once again, the room erupts in a loud symphony of laughs. Everyone joins in. Everyone except one angry witch that is. In the words of Willow herself; she is *fucking* pissed. T'is under these circumstances that she furiously exits the room, leaving everyone teary eyed behind. Minutes later, Buffy first tries and regain her composure.
"I feel so bad for Willow. I think I'll come back to the library later tonight to try and talk to her, I'm sure she'll be here."
Interestingly enough, nobody is privy to Faith's eyes lighting up mischievously upon hearing this information. Seems a plan is taking form in the brunette's mind and, if I were to guess, I would suspect it be a plan of lascivious proportions. Even more interestingly enough, nobody is privy to Cordelia's eyes also lighting up mischievously upon hearing this information. In a way, t'is ironic to witness these two ladies planning in this room, with these people, whereas t'is usually not their role. No matter, I for one am quite eager to uncover the results of their presumably exotic schemes.
"I can't believe they all laughed at me. My friends! Them I kindda understand but Buffy? Not that they're not good people of course. Well maybe Cordelia, she's a meanie. But Buffy? I thought she'd understand. Well I can't really expect that, she wasn't in my dream after all. Well she was in my dream… she certainly was… Mmmmm… but I mean the real Buffy wasn't. She couldn't be inside me. That's too bad actually. Inside my head I mean! Besides that's not even the point Willow, stay focused! What was my focus again? Ah yes the spell! I've got to get that old yet trusted book from the library."
Yes folks, t'is with much babble of an adorable nature that Willow is on her way to the library, setting of choice for the unfolding of important events in our beloved Buffyverse. Will such an event await our magically inclined maiden tonight? You bet!
Even as she closes the door behind her, she hears muffled sounds eerily reminiscent of a recent dream of hers. Has she started hearing Buffy's moans now? Great, she is officially ready for the loony bin of the looniest kind. Still, the moans are in fact getting louder and clearer. Her mind certainly goes to great lengths to make her newfound erotic schizophrenia as believable as possible. Ever the curious Scooby, she nevertheless seeks the source of the alluring sounds. Fiction or reality, the feeling in the pit of her stomach is real enough. Imagine her surprise when she sees, behind an old yet trusted (and very lucky) bookcase, the blonde she lusts after being devoured by the leather clad beauty sharing her super abilities.
Hastily, Willow ducks behind a nearby file cabinet, allowing her a great view of the very inviting display the chosen two provide. Buffy, wearing but a tight white t-shirt, stands against the bookcase with her pants and panties on the floor beside her as a kneeling Faith ravishes her mound.
"Oh Faiiiiiithy… we really… MMMMmmm… we really shouldn't, Willow could come at any time."
"No, *you* could come at any time B."
The horror of Faith's mouth not between Buffy's legs instantly changes the blonde's mind.
"You win. I admit defeat in this argument. Now can you PLEASE keep tongue fucking me?"
"Well, since you remembered to say please…"
And so, the chosen two have chosen to continue their affair before an increasingly aroused witch. Instinctively, Willow's hand raises her skirt while the other goes straight for her already soaked undergarments. T'is not long before she rides her own fingers, eyes never leaving the two heroes.
"I knew you were dreaming about her."
Willow's surprised gasp is silenced by a hand on her mouth. A very feminine hand. Very soft skin against her lips in fact. Yes, the hand belongs to none other than Cordelia Chase herself.
"You disappoint me again Willow."
With the redhead's look of surprise turning into one of questioning, Miss Chase once again needs expand on her comment.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me before pulling something like this off?"
Not even waiting for the realization to sink in Willow's mind, she seductively takes two fingers to her lips before they promptly disappear inside her mouth. No matter how hard she could try and deny it later on, the captive witch is most pleased when Cordy's fingers, still dripping with the cheerleader' saliva, enter her. Turning her head to the side, she watches Buffy nearing her release, all the while revelling in Cordelia's ministrations. Feeling her own building climax, she sucks hungrily on the fingers now offered to her by the leader of cheers…
Arriving home much later that night, Miss Rosenberg throws herself on the bed, not bothering with something so petty as the removal of one's clothes. While the previous events proved quite enjoyable, especially cumming under Cordy's fingers, her anger has reached new heights.
"How dare Buffy lets Faith go down on her! It should be *my* lips on her lips. Sure, Faith is a looker. Her beautiful mane, her enticing curves, inviting bosom, those full luscious lips… And those legs! I could spend days worshiping those legs alone… Mmmmm… Focus Willow, focus!! I need to teach a lesson to this beautiful, sensual, delectable… I mean horrible, dangerous and awful Faith."
It's that time again. Time for the classic moral struggle of one's conscience. Instantaneously, a tiny evil Willow, wearing a revealing leather outfit appears on one shoulder while on the other, a serene micro-Willow, wearing a beautiful white evening dress materializes. Why, t'is like watching a puppet show! Let us discover what comes of this.
Real Willow:
"Okay guys, sell your stuff."
Evil Willow:
"Faith has to go. Do a spell! Do a spell! Do a spell!"
Angelic Willow:
"Buffy has chosen Faith as her partner, there is a very big chance
they share not only a strong physical connection as we have seen
tonight… a very hot physical connection… I didn't expect Buffy to
shave down there… err… where was I?"
Evil Willow:
"Buffy is one sexy bitch, I agree with you there, white."
Angelic Willow:
"Isn't she?"
Hungry Evil Willow:
"Not as much as you though, why don't you come to this side? Get a
real taste of heaven."
Easily Corruptible Angelic Willow:
"Oh yes! I thought you'd never ask you devil."
Irritated yet making a mental note to buy a leather outfit Real
Willow:
"Enough! You two are no help at all. What kind of lousy conscience are
you?"
Embracing Evil and Angelic Willows in unison:
"Yours."
Well, this exercise has certainly done nothing to appease the Wicca's anger. Before finally falling asleep, she decides to go ahead with a spell the following day to deal once and for all with her slayer problem…
"Has anyone seen Willow today? I need her to help me with this dreadful modern day demon otherwise known as a computer."
"Sorry Giles, she's not been to any classes all day. I guess she decided to take the day off. Maybe catch a few Z's, dreaming of…"
"That won't be necessary Xander, I'm here now. See? Right here."
"Hey Wil. Guess it's just you, me and Giles today. Faith has not shown up and Buffy was sent first class on an urgent mission overseas."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, the council called, desperate as usual, begging for our help with a new evil rising in Luxembourg."
This comes as horrifying news to our jealous lady's ears.
"This is not happening. It's not fair. It can't be not fair because it's just not happening. No way. This is not happening!!"
But why, pray tell, is the departure of Buffy for Luxembourg such a dire event in the eyes of our red martyr? Could it possibly have something to do with the spell she has spent the entire day casting? Of course, what else? Why, t'is as if spells always go awry with a many salacious consequences… In any case, let us indulge in a quick flashback to find out the specifics of this particular hex.
Earlier that day:
"Once the potion has simmered for 3 hours in a preposterously large cauldron, you need only chant the magic words and your desired prey will be transported far away in a land of extraordinary gross domestic product (GDP) per capita."
Before her ludicrously large cauldron harboring a sordid content, Willow fully intends on claiming her revenge as she speaks the magic formulae written in her old yet not to be trusted tome:
"Hocus Pocus, a willow tree is much better than any honey locust."
Findel, Luxembourg's international airport, only minutes later:
Buffy stands in the middle of the crowd, bag in hand, seeking the platform where she'll be able to take City bus No. 16 for the City Centre. She has to admit the atmosphere is extremely relaxing, almost soothing, with little stress detectable in the people surrounding her. Not having to constantly worry about their gross domestic product per capita, the population of Luxembourg has learned to enjoy life and its many pleasures.
Still, Buffy finds one thing missing in the happy portrait painted before her. The mouth-watering Faithy. Oh what she would give to hold her right now… Not a moment sooner, a blue-ish ball of fire flashes momentarily before vanishing, leaving in its stead a puzzled dark slayer.
"Faithy!!"
"Hey B. Err… where are we?"
"In Luxembourg!"
"In Luxembourg? Don't they have the highest GDP per capita? But more importantly, how the hell did my ass get here?"
"No, the important thing is that your ass is here. In fact, your ass is here *and* mine."
The blonde hero grabs her lover's ass to further prove her point. Their faces now only inches apart, she continues:
"We have to stop this rising evil tomorrow at noon. But in the mean time, the town is ours. Two slayers in Luxembourg, just imagine the possibilities. Let's go to a strip club!"
"Shit B, you *always* want to go to strip clubs! Can't we go to a café or something first? Enjoy the local delicacies or whatever."
"M'kay… but I get to hit on the cute waitresses!"
"B, you are such a sucker for girlies."
"Oooo, that's the platform! C'mon. Off to the City Centre we go!"
An excited Buffy, followed closely by the scrumptious Faith get on the City bus No. 16. For the entire trip which lasts approximately 25 minutes, they are captivated by the new country outside their windows and thus, none of them sing any songs.
The day goes by quite rapidly as many delicacies are consumed and many waitresses hit upon. As usual, Buffy manages to convince Faith to visit one of the local strip joints. Once inside, they employ the services of a truly appetizing girl going by the moniker of Sabrina. Overall, a very enjoyable time is had though Sabrina telling our two lovely travelers how 'Personal Consumption Expenditures' make her tremendously wet could be considered a bit odd.
T'is while visiting the Bock Casemates, a unique network of underground galleries, that the lust between our slayers can no longer be controlled. One of the many interesting attractions of the casemates is the archeological crypt. This room features an audio- visual show, which creates special light and sound effects while the history of the site is narrated. For the show's purpose, the lights are dimmed down…
Situated right in the middle of a small crowd of perhaps 18 people, Faith's back rests against her lover, comfortably held by her enveloping arms. After a session of short but numerous kisses on the brunette's neck, Buffy whispers to her ear:
"I want you. Here. Now."
Faith, always surprised by just how naughty her superhuman counterpart be, can only bite her lips in response as Buffy already has a hand under her shirt, caressing her tummy, slowly making her way up to very eager breasts.
"(…) and in that same year, she reached the bosom of the cave (…)"
As the presentation continues, so do Buffy's many attentions as she pinches a hard nipple between index and thumb.
"I just love your tits Faithy. I *always* want to play with them."
"Shhhhhhh."
At the sudden shushing sound made by the spectator right behind them, the fair haired vampire killer cannot help but giggle. She is just sooo loving this! Quite the sexy minx. Not relenting her efforts with the chest she so craves, her other hand swiftly slides inside the pants of the now panting brunette. As a result of certain events earlier that night at a local strip club, the younger slayer wears absolutely nothing obstructing the way to the welcomed exploring hand. Innocently going back and forth over an already throbbing clit, this very hand is making it most difficult for Faith not to loudly express her pleasure.
"You've read it, what does the slayer hand book say about fucking in the middle of an unsuspecting crowd?"
"Mmmmmmm…. language B… oh god… you don't want… Mmmmm oh fuck yeahhh… you don't want to turn into a foul mouthed girl like Willow?"
"Ah! That's it isn't it? You wish Willow was watching don't you? Just like she was watching us in the library. While slayer senses are not easily fooled, slayer kink is another story altogether. So you like the idea of your sweet Red getting herself off while you go down on me... Do you want me to get these people's attention too? They could all watch me making you cum hard, the way only I can…"
Faith's brain no longer processes information in a logical manner. Buffy's wicked words. Those agile fingers now thrusting into her wetness, teasing the spot she knows full well sends the brunette over the edge.
"(…) constantly in and out of the caves. They came repeatedly to (…)"
Buffy's rhythm is driving her insane. How can she send her in such a state of blissful ecstasy so damn quickly?
"BBbbbb… I can't hold it any longer."
"Cum for me baby."
Pressing hard on her beloved's clit with her thumb, the blonde feels the inner muscles gripping her fingers firmly. T'is as if it were now forbidden for them to ever leave the comfort of Faith's. Slayer strength does affect *all* muscles. If she were a normal human, she fears her fingers might have been crushed. T'is quite clear: fucking a slayer is undoubtedly not for sissies.
Reluctantly pulling her fingers out, she brings them to Faith's mouth.
"No matter where we are, no delicacies can beat this Faithy."
The breathless brunette needs no further hints and licks the fingers clean… much to the delight of the fingers' owner.
The following day, noon:
The doors to the conference room of the Hotel Albert Premier's 8th floor fly open as a petite blonde enters, the look of a resolute warrior on her face. The two businessmen present and about to sign an important contract are most surprised by this unexpected interruption. After a moment of intimidating silence, the taller of the men asks the intruder:
"Who are you and what do you want?"
"Are you Mr. Nakatomi?"
"Yes."
"Do not sign that contract; his company is involved in very sinister affairs. It would be a very bad investment and ultimately… it would lower the gross domestic product per capita of Luxembourg."
The man needs not hear another word before tearing up the contract in his hands and calling security. With the major crisis averted, Buffy reckons she can get back to her room on the 10th floor in time to wake up her Faithy by making her breakfast in bed… literally; Faith will be Buffy's breakfast in bed…
Sunnydale High Library, late at night:
A sulking witch watches happy slayers frolicking in bed in their luxurious hotel room. T'is too much for her to bear. The building fury within takes over and she throws the crystal ball against the wall, shattering it into a million pieces.
"This is not over Faith. Mark my words slayer. Before you know it, Buffy will be mine!"
"You know, I bet you could just as easily…"
"Did I tell you to stop Cordy?"
"Sorry."
And with that, Cordy resumes eating her Wicca's demanding pussy while a new plan forms inside the mind of the insatiable red head…