Bewitched, Bothered, And Bred update

“Yeah, no shit, me too.” Buffy leaned in to nuzzle her nose against his. “Xander, I finally have someone in charge of making me happy. I know that’s what you want, Xander. What you’ve always wanted. You don’t care if the world’s ending, you care if I’ve had an orgasm and a complete breakfast.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, an orgasm is a part of a complete breakfast,” Xander quipped. “And I might care a little if the world’s ending. It would put a damper on the anal sex.”

Buffy kissed him quickly. “Knowing I’ve got you fucking my ass to look forward to, I’m way more motivated to save the world, trust me. I want the same thing for Faith. Plus, we can’t let that hot ass of hers go around town with no one owning it. Imagine if people start fighting over her.”

Xander laid his head down on the pillow and found himself so tired that he immediately yawned. “Hey… it’s okay to sleep here, right? I can sneak out in the morning—your mom’s not going to bring you breakfast in bed or anything?”

“Relax, she won’t notice a thing. She’s honestly pretty oblivious.”

***

Xander woke up the next morning with a note of panic and also a sense of relief. He was conflicted, anxious, but honestly kind of used to it, being a teenager. His biggest worry for a lot of the last night had been that it was all a dream he would eventually wake up from. Now he was awake, and there was Buffy, cuddled up naked at his side. He kissed her cheek gently and heard her mutter his name.

She looked so peaceful and cozy and contented—Xander got the impression that she really did need to rest. He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he had worn her out. More like… he had put her at ease. Xander knew how much it sucked to be the Slayer. If he’d comforted her some, given her some peace, then how could that be a bad thing?

Well, if Joyce discovered him with her freshly dominated daughter, that’d be pretty bad. And the longer he stayed, the more risk he was in. Moving carefully, Xander untangled himself from Buffy. She stirred slightly, then cuddled up to the pillow he’d been sleeping on, breathing in its scent as she cradled it in her arms. Xander had never been more envious of a home furnishing, but he’d pushed his luck far enough. After having made it with Cordy, Jenny, and Buffy, he most definitely wasn’t a schmuck anymore—not unless he stuck his neck out far enough to get it chopped. Oh no, he definitely wasn’t going back to old, butt monkey Xander, not after he’d been in Buffy’s ass.

He dressed quietly, then let himself out through the window. In the morning sun, he had a much easier time climbing down than he had making the climb up. Then he slipped away onto the sidewalk, just another young Sunnydaler out for a stroll.

“Harris! Harris, there you are, where have you been? I can’t believe you cut out like that, and of course I find you here, with Buffy, I can’t believe I’d even try Willow’s, it’s not like you’ve ever seen her as a sexual being before, why would you start now?”

Yup. There was Cordelia in her red Chrysler Cirrus with the QUEEN C license plate. She was dressed incredibly too—it was obvious even inside the sedan. Her long legs were sheathed in black leather pants, with a matching black bra obvious inside her low-cut, tied-off shirt, which bared her lean belly down to the laced groin of her bottoms. With her lower belly constrained by the lacing of that plunging vee, showing off her navel, the laces straining even to hold in her taut belly, the pants were so tight…

Xander was gobsmacked a moment. Then the sheer verve of Cordelia’s conspicuousness jolted him out of it. In her sports car, dressed like she was, at this hour, she might as well have been driving a tank. Xander rushed over to her, leaning in the open passengerside window.

“What are you doing, Cordelia? People are trying to sleep!”

“Yeah, with you!” Cordelia hissed, barely lowering her voice now that he’d crossed the street to talk to her. “I said I would share you with Jenny, but you didn’t say anything about Buffy!”

Xander quirked an eyebrow. Something of how he’d dealt with Buffy was jabbering insistently at his subconscious. “Oh? So now I have to run everything by you?”

“I’m your girlfriend, so yeah!” Cordelia barked, before quieting down. “I mean… if you want to… I just know what’s best, that’s all. No one else can be as good a girlfriend as I can. I just want to make you happy.”

“You think it makes me happy to have you shouting at me where the whole street can hear you? Buffy’s still asleep—how would you like it if she woke up, came down here, tied you up, gagged you, and then we fucked?”

Cordelia’s fingers got progressively tighter on the steering wheel as Xander listed the things Buffy could do. When he mentioned fucking her, Cordy nearly ripped the wheel from the column. “No! No,” she said a second time, quiet again. “It is just so unfair that I am still a virgin, when I’m supposed to be your girlfriend, but then you were with Jenny, and you were with Buffy, God only knows what you were doing with that freak—“

“Would you like to know?” Xander interrupted, choosing to ignore that slight against his friend. It was only Cordelia being Cordelia, he knew. Under the circumstances, he was just glad she wasn’t resorting to violence.

And if he wanted to keep things on an even keel—not cause any more riots where he almost got fucked by Mrs. Summers—he was going to have to keep Cordelia happy. Well, reasonably happy. Buffy had looked pretty happy when he’d been dominating the shit out of her.

Cordelia, for her part, looked like she’d toked a huge blunt when Xander’s implication hit her. Her pupils actually dilated. “You wanna… show me?” she whimpered.

“Yeah, I would,” Xander told her. “First, move over. I wanna drive.”

Cordelia looked like she was having a seizure, unbuckling her seatbelt so she could move into the passenger seat.

Xander grinned. It was just possible he might get to enjoy this. “In fact, Cordy, from now on, this is my car. I’ll let you borrow it, but it belongs to me. You got that?”

“Uh-huh!” Cordelia said quickly. “It’s a really safe car. Great gas mileage. You should use it. I’d hate to see you driving one of your usual crap rides, having it break down in the middle of nowhere, or even getting into an accident. We can’t have anything happen to you. Your body. Your body… parts.”

Xander’s smile widened. Maybe he’d be going to the special hell for enjoying himself this way. But if that was the case, he might as well get his money’s worth…

***

As soon as he was behind the wheel, Xander revved the engine. He was used to getting a coughing fit from the cars he tended to drive, but Cordelia’s ride didn’t give him any such problems. The engine purred, smooth and steady, with an attentive quiver going through the vehicle. Cordelia giggled, swishing her hips around on the car seat. Her leather pants squealed against the suede seat.

“Where to, Xand?”

Xander put them into gear and stepped on the gas. “I guess we’ll go to school.”

Cordelia pouted at him. “I don’t wanna go to school. Can’t we drive around for a while? Maybe we could go to the grove, just the two of us?” she smiled, referring to the little wooded area on the edge of town.

It was trying to be a park, but had ended up dilapidated and overrun with vegetation after the usual spat of murders. It’d been a regular playground for vampires until Buffy and the rest of them had planted garlic and hung crucifixes all over the place. Now it was something of a teenage sanctuary—safe enough to hang out at, but under the radar enough for some privacy.

Xander hesitated, thinking he would like to drive his ‘new car’ a ways further than just to Sunnydale High. Besides, after his ‘seduction’ of three women in the last twenty-four hours, who knew what kind of attention going to school would get him? Maybe he should quarantine himself until this spell had lost some of its mojo. Given that only Cordelia and Jenny had come after him, it was obvious it wasn’t as strong as last time. But still, no need to take chances. And it wasn’t like he’d be ruining a perfect attendance record…

Cordelia saw Xander’s chest hair poking up at the neck of his shirt where the first few buttons were undone. She pulled at her own neckline. Her body was getting hotter by the second, and it wasn’t because her seat had been baking in the sun since dawn.

“Come on, Xander… don’t be a spoilsport… I’m sure Buffy must have some pussy if you want to date her too, but you’re really not even going to try mine? My little virgin cunt?” She swung one knee over the other, flexing the supple muscles of her thighs as her crossed legs rubbed together. Xander gulped hard, looking at her, and Cordelia smiled at the effect she was having on him.

Xander couldn’t help himself. Cordelia might be under a spell, but he was the one with teenage boy hormones while Cordy looked the way she did. “Okay, Cordy, we’ll go for a drive.”

He knew he was taking a chance on things getting out of control again, but he wanted Cordelia’s virginity as much as she wanted to give it to him. He just had to lay off a little bit—he wouldn’t order her to do it, he’d try to gauge if she was willing. If it was what she really wanted to do, then…

Cordelia glanced down at Xander’s groin. She felt a surge of excitement. His bulge seemed to be getting bigger right before her eyes!

Suddenly, Xander saw they were passing Beltoad Drive. It was a cul-de-sac where every family had moved away due to Sunnydale craziness, leaving the whole block abandoned. The perfect place for some privacy. He turned, pulled up behind a broken-down Cadillac that had already been tripped for parts, and almost before Cordelia knew what was happening, Xander had picked her up and pulled her into his lap.

She felt his big, rough hands under her round ass—his knuckles sliding over the seat of her leather pants as he pulled down his fly. Cordelia groaned with anticipation, realizing how close she was to having his big prick fucking through her cherry. She had felt the stiff, insistent pulsing of his erection before, sharing it with Jenny Calendar, but now, it was all for her.

“You feel that?” Xander hissed through clenched teeth. “I fed that to Buffy all night long. You sucked it like a whore and you loved it more than anything. You shared it with Jenny and it was too much for both of you put together. Here. Touch it.”

He grabbed one of Cordelia’s hands and brought it behind her, until it was touching his hard, hot prick. Cordelia moaned with pleasure at its touch against her hand. It was throbbing, engorged veins standing up on its length, hot blood welling his prick against the firm, smooth roundness of her buttocks.

“Jesus, Xander,” Cordelia moaned, wrapping her slender fingers around his manhood. “There’s no way Buffy took this… not all of it… that tiny little… is she even a virgin? She’s not, right? That isn’t fair! You want a virgin, don’t you Xand? Not some blonde with a big, used-up pussy…”

“Shut up, Cordy,” Xander told her. “And get your ass up in the air. Those tight pants look great on you, but they’re a bitch to get off.”

“At least it’s worth it, for an ass like mine. You know Harmony wears these cushions—“

“I don’t care. Ass. Up.”