Destined for Dawn update

Buffy’s eyes didn’t seem to want to recognize Faith after so long. She looked so different, almost intentionally so. Buffy knew that Faith had been working with Angel for the past year, trying to make good on all the bad she’d done, but by unspoken accord, Faith had stayed out of Sunnydale. Until now.

Faith herself seemed penitent, reserved, though she still made an ill-timed joke as the prophecy was explained to her. Buffy supposed she would’ve snarked at it too—having to get ass-fucked to save the world, by another woman no less.

She also would’ve thought that this was the kind of thing that was squarely in Faith’s wheelhouse, but the other Slayer seemed reluctant, like this was new to her. She looked at Dawn with obvious reservations and Buffy’s little sister reached out to her, taking Buffy’s hand for a reassuring squeeze.

“She seems more… intense than I remember,” Dawn said softly. “Maybe it’s that she’s not being so ‘Faith’ on the outside. Feels like there’s even more Faithness on the inside.”

Buffy rubbed her thumb over Dawn’s knuckles. “It’s okay, Dawnie. She won’t do anything to hurt you.” She raised her voice slightly—maybe not enough for Faith to hear it in the center of the room, but she didn’t care if Faith did. “She knows that if she harmed you in any way, I would rip her into smaller pieces than the tortilla chips at the bottom of the bag.”

Dawn’s eyes widened. “You’re not going to be there?”

“Of course I’ll be there!” Buffy assured her quickly. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

“Thanks, Buff,” Dawn said, giving her sister’s hand a squeeze in turn. “It’s so much better when you’re there. Even though it was the prophecy, I… I’m glad you were with me that first time.”

Buffy gaped on empty air. As perverted and wrong as what had happened was—it hadn’t even worked, hence the need for Faith—Buffy couldn’t say that she hadn’t… that what she and Dawn had done had been entirely… she didn’t have any regrets.

And though she didn’t really want to think about what her sisterly relationship with Dawn now was, she knew she didn’t ever want to regret what had happened between them. She hoped that what Dawn did with Faith would at least be the same in that respect. That Dawn wouldn’t feel any recriminations about what they were doing. That it was… not unpleasant.

Buffy hoped, though, that it would be a little more unpleasant than it had been with her and Dawnie.

***

“I’m warning you, Faith,” Buffy hissed. “One wrong move and it’s my foot up your ass.”

As expected, Faith grinned at that. “Wrong Summers, wrong body part. Relax, B. I’m the one who’s getting bent over here.”

“And that’s all you’re doing,” Buffy reminded her stridently. “Don’t even think of trying to top from the bottom.”

Faith’s smile widened. “Damn, girl, it sounds like you’ve finally gotten more kinky than missionary position with the covers up. Guess anyone who dates two vampires can’t be too vanilla.”

Dawn came in then, interrupting their squabble. She looked so different to Buffy. How could she not, after what they’d done? But had she always been so coltish, with those long, sculpted legs that made her look so slender and lithe, even when she wasn’t very tall, and those luminous eyes that made her delicate face more striking. Less cute. Almost sexual.

The pink lips. The small, pert breasts. All that luscious brown hair falling all around her lovely features, a little disheveled, like she’d just been…

Buffy swallowed. She couldn’t be looking at her sister like that. She shouldn’t be.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Dawn announced. “Faith, you keep quiet. Buffy, you just watch.”

Buffy was shocked at her assertiveness. She guessed Dawn was just powering through the awkwardness, which she could understand, because otherwise, she was acting like Spike at his most domineering.

“Fine by me,” Faith responded, her eyebrows weaving up and down her forehead. “Not much for conversation my—“

“I said shush,” Dawn told her, taking Faith into her arms and coming within a hairsbreadth of kissing her. “If you cause any trouble, we both know my sister can just kick your ass again.”

Faith darkened. “Bitch,” she muttered, a little fondly.

“I’m not the one about to go down on a strap-on prick.”

“I never said I’d—“

“That’s the only lube you’re getting. And I doubt you’ve ever taken it up the ass before. Someone like you likes to be on top. Who knows? Be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you ride this dick… with that sweet ass of yours.”

Then Dawn kissed her, swallowing up any retort Faith might make, distracting her from any thought at all with caresses over her curvaceous body. Her hands gleefully traveled Faith’s flesh, clearly relishing the feel of her—Buffy remembered how good they had felt on her, and her understanding that Faith was undoubtedly beguiled by that touch came loaded with envy.

The combination of voyeurism and Buffy’s own swirling feelings about Dawn left the Slayer barely able to breathe. She thought of leaving—it seemed clear now that Dawn needed no help to keep Faith in line—but she was riveted to the spot. And with it becoming clear that the two only had eyes for each other, Buffy relaxed slightly, sure her undue interest in their coupling would go unnoticed. Still, Buffy hugged her arms over her breasts.

Steepling her hands on Faith’s head, Dawn made her kneel down, then patted her head like she was praising a dog. “Good girl. In fact, you’re being so good, you can have my cock in your mouth. Isn’t that better than it going in dry?”

Dawn unzipped the fly on her jeans and tugged on the bulge in them until her strap-on cock—the same one she’d used to take Buffy’s anal virginity—sprung out into the open. It almost hit Faith in the face, it was so big. And though Faith’s smoky eyes were wary, she diligently licked the cockhead. Buffy’s lips parted. She felt a vicarious thrill as her fellow Slayer fluttered her tongue over Dawn’s strap.

Faith gluttonously licked and sucked the strap-on, as if it made no difference to her whether it was real or fake. Dawn took hold of her ears and guided Faith’s mouth over her prick. Faith stared up at her, the only sign of her trademark defiance as she let herself be bobbed up and down on the dildo.

Buffy’s pussy spasmed. She felt faint, seeing Faith swirl her tongue around and around the strap-on, even if it wasn’t real. In fact, she felt so engaged in what was happening that she thought maybe she should look away, but the more it went on, the closer she looked.

Seeing Faith drag her lips slowly down the shaft of the dildo as she released it, then stretch her lips wide to make the prick completely disappear. Dawn closed her eyes, as if in ecstasy over Faith’s forced submission, and she thrust what little remained outside of Faith’s mouth into her open lips.

Faith’s lips were stretched wide around the base of the strap-on. Her eyes glistened and her cheeks hollowed with suction. She was inhaling through her nose, while her eyes gazed at Dawn with both challenge and lust.

That slut’s actually turned on by this, Buffy thought, her own mons feeling slick with wetness as she watched.

Faith gurgled with satisfaction, the noise escaping her throat more and more as Dawn slowly pulled the dildo away from her. She swished her tongue over the cockhead, making Buffy’s own lips feel parched.

Buffy squeezed her arms to her chest, her tits, and felt her heart pounding. She clenched her thighs together—the tighter she squeezed, the more friction she felt on her sex. Shit, she was hot… she didn’t know how to explain it and she didn’t know what to do about it. It was one thing when she’d been submitting to Dawn herself. That was clearly just her trying to fulfill the prophecy. But she had no reason whatsoever to be feeling so lustful from watching her little sister with another woman… there wasn’t even a guy anywhere to be seen!

Dawn gyrated her hips, fucking the dildo in and out of Faith’s stretching lips. Faith held onto her hips as she took the strap-on. Dawn’s thrusts had it riding down right into her throat.

Buffy found herself wishing she could see Dawn’s ass, but her sister was still fully dressed except for her open fly. And Faith’s mane of dark hair prevented her from seeing even that, whipping around her shoulders as she eagerly devoured the source of so much of Buffy’s illicit pleasure. She wondered if Dawn had cleaned it since the last time she’d taken her sister’s ass.

Dawn held Faith’s head, both steadying herself and keeping Faith in place as she pumped the strap-on into her mouth. Buffy heard herself moan softly, watching what they were doing, and with the sudden worry of them looking at her, she realized how she must look. Like a voyeur. Like a filthy voyeur. As perverted as what Dawn and Faith were doing was, it was even more depraved to get off on the sight of it.

Treading as lightly as possible, Buffy circled around behind Dawn’s back. Her sister couldn’t see her anymore there, while Faith’s view was blocked by Dawn’s body. And soon, they’d be facing the same way—away from her—not quite making the beast with two backs, but the beast they did make would be quite savage indeed.

Freed of the worry of them seeing her, Buffy reached down to rub at her groin, pushing sensation through her dress and her panties and right into her hungry cunt. She watched Faith sucking her sister of, Dawn guiding her head, making sure her throat was properly offered as she plunged her strap-on through those sucking lips. Dawn’s whole body was rigid with lust as she rocked back and forth.

Buffy’s sex tightened with need to see her fellow Slayer purse her lips on the strap-on and once again accept it into her gullet. She watched Faith’s tongue tickle over the shaft all the way down to the leather harness that held it in place, before she moved down and bit one of the straps. Dawn moaned, as if she were somehow getting off on having Faith service the fake prick, and Faith’s long chocolatey hair fell over one eye as she moved the ring of her moist lips up and down the dildo.

Dawn’s head fell back, groaning, and her buttocks clenched as she thrust herself into Faith’s mouth one last time. “Okay. That’s enough of your mouth. I want your ass now.”

Buffy grabbed between her legs and squeezed tightly. She held her breath as Faith worked her lips off the strap-on. “Come and get it,” Faith mewled to her.

“You get on your stomach,” Dawn ordered.

For all her willfulness, Faith obeyed quickly enough, lying down bent over a nearby divan sofa. She was wearing a backless halter top, showing off the sensual sleekness of her back all the way down to the dimples at the base of her spine.

Dawn slid her hands along Faith’s spine, rubbing her back with skillful caresses practiced on Buffy. Gradually, her hands neared Faith’s buttocks, encased in tight leather pants with a snakeskin belt holding them in place. Dawn didn’t shy away from the intimate area. She cupped Faith’s ass with both hands, and Faith felt the eroticism of being touched surge in her womanhood as Dawn massaged and squeezed her firm flesh. With one last coup de grace of a spank, Dawn let go of Faith’s ass to draw her pants down. As expected, Faith wore no panties.

Dawn touched her cunt first, making Faith gasp. “Wet,” Dawn proclaimed, drawing her middle finger between Faith’s mons. With it moistened, she moved it between Faith’s buttocks, touched it to her puckered anus. The finger went in to the first knuckle before stopping. Faith whimpered, flexing her anal muscles in an automatic attempt to expel the intrusion, but Dawn put a quick stop to that, her other hand delivering a wicked slap to Faith’s flank.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl for me,” Dawn cooed. “Buffy’s a much better girl than that. She lets me all the way in.”

Faith wasn’t even in any condition to find risible how her arch-rival had been sodomized. She held herself perfectly still, trying to lessen the discomfort, and Dawn kept her finger just as motionless. Slowly—with Dawn’s free hand rubbing the corded muscles of her hips—Faith began to relax.

Buffy, on the other hand, couldn’t believe that Dawn had said that to Faith. She should’ve been outraged, yet it turned her on. Made her feel like somehow she was included in this insane sex act that she was spying on.

She raked up her dress, pulling it up over her panties, and then rubbed herself through the cotton underwear. Settling for that slightly obscured sensation for a moment before shoving her hand inside her panties instead, touching her cunt directly. It suddenly felt like a long time since she’d been fucked.

Helping Dawn fulfill the prophecy didn’t count, right? She needed a man’s prick inside her, opening her up, rasping deliciously over her clit. Didn’t she? She might’ve been getting turned on by what Dawn was doing, but Dawn couldn’t satisfy her—right?

As Buffy quailed over wanting the same sensation as Faith, Faith was slowly accepting that very thing. She had come to almost like the discomfort and sensing that yearning, Dawn pushed more and more of her finger into Faith’s asshole.

Soon, the entire finger was up her ass. Once again, it went still, motionless, leaving Faith with only a feeling of aching fullness. It took some getting used to, but Faith didn’t dislike it.

Then Dawn began to wiggle her finger. “That’s not so bad, is it? I bet it feels good being a good girl. Buffy liked it too. All you have to do is admit to yourself that it feels good to let me do what I want. Doesn’t it feel good, submitting to me? Did you really enjoy slutting around Sunnydale, high as fuck, riding cock and sucking it? Or do you like being a good girl for me? Having me in your ass? That nice, tight ass that’s just begging to be fucked every time I see it…”

That was when Dawn started to rut her finger in and out of Faith’s ass. Faith moaned obscenely, her sphincter tightening around the intrusion. Dawn was fingering her slowly, but steadily, making Faith’s desire mount more and more. Her juices rolled from her pussy to touch the couch she was sprawled on.

“Okay, just—just do it already,” Faith groaned. “Oh damn, fucking goddamn, I know you’re not going to stop with that fucking finger!”

“That’s right, baby. I’m not.”

Dawn lay on top of Faith, kissing the side of her neck. The strap-on pressed against Faith’s pert buttocks, but Dawn ignored it for now, sliding her hands under Faith’s body, inside her halter top. She took Faith’s nipples between her fingers and pinched them hard. Faith gasped ecstatically. Her eyelids fluttered.

“I think you’re going to love this. Just relax. That’s the important thing. Let little Dawnie do whatever she wants with you,” Dawn cooed in her ear. “Isn’t it fun being a good girl?”

Dawn raised her hips and pointed her strap-on between Faith’s buttocks. She moved it in, its blunt contours separating the twin hills until its tip touched Faith’s asshole. Slowly and carefully, Dawn pressed it in further. Faith moaned in pain.

“Relax, Faith. Just tell yourself your mistress doesn’t want you to hurt long. Your mistress wants you to feel good. Your mistress knows you’re a good girl. Just relax. Just let Dawnie do what she wants.”

Dawn wasn’t rough with Faith. She didn’t force her way in. She held absolutely still, waiting for Faith to relax. Faith still groaned, having the sizable dildo penetrating her asshole. She tried not to think about the piercing intrusion, focusing instead on Dawn’s hands on her breasts, massaging them, arousing passion in answer to the pain in her hole. God, Faith loved how Dawn caressed her tits.

Her concentration slipped from that feeling and she realized the searing pain was gone now. In its place was a pleasant, even sensual feeling. Her anus had relaxed. It was letting in the slow push of Dawn’s cock. When it was in as far as it would go, Faith’s ass tightened again—clenched muscle squeezing the hard silicone but unable to find any give. A normal man might’ve been crushed, but Dawn had nothing to worry about.

“Dawnie’s a good mistress, isn’t she?” the little bitch cooed to her, so smug that Faith had to admire it a little. And shit, it didn’t hurt now, not even a little…

Dawn slowly pulled back, then pushed back in equally slowly. It should’ve been considerate, how slow she was going, but it was torturous, making Faith wait for every jolt of pleasure she got from the slow, easy rhythm Dawn fucked her with. And it was still the most intensely pleasurable sensation she thought she had ever experienced.

Watching, Buffy took her panties off altogether—their heated dampness only reminded her of what a slut she was being, clinging to her pubic mound whenever they weren’t distended by her fingers. Without them in the way, she frantically rubbed her engorged clit, staring at Faith’s full lips as the woman cooed and moaned her way through what Dawn was doing to her.

God, I wish it was me moaning like that, Buffy thought as she touched herself. She wished she could march right up to them and pull Dawn’s cock away from Faith, take it for herself. And she was so far gone in her lust that the only thing she saw wrong with that scenario was being so willful around Mistress Dawn. She did as she was told with Mistress Dawn. She didn’t do what she wanted to do, but what Dawn wanted. Dawn—Mistress Dawn—was all the mattered…

Faith moaned, not feeling pain so much as strain, but that spurred her on to greater passion, greater excitement. She loved to feel Dawn’s cock in her ass. She’d never expected to enjoy being sodomized so much.

“Dawn, that feels so good! Oh God, I love it—fucking love it!”

“I knew you would,” Dawn cooed to her. “But call me Mistress.”

Faith’s passion enthused Dawn. She rutted into her faster and faster, absolutely relishing the still-tight resistance of Faith’s anus—slowly giving way as Dawn ruined her hole more and more. Everything about Faith was so sexual, thrilling, but her ass had always been what pulled Dawn’s eye the most. She loved how Faith took being fucked there.

Buffy felt wonderfully depraved as she tore at her clit, watching Faith’s pert buttocks ripple with each of Dawn’s hard thrusts. She held her fingers against her cunt as she tried to summon up the feeling of having Dawn do that to her, big dick stroking between her parted buttocks, slamming its way into her bowels, Buffy feeling the thrusts through all of her petite body.

Slicking her fingers with some of the ample juices from her churning sex, Buffy reached behind herself and rubbed the wetness at her asshole. It probably wasn’t nearly as tight as it had once been, not after Dawn had wrecked it so many times, probably beyond even Slayer healing’s effects. But it still felt incredibly taut compared to how Faith’s anus was wide open, letting in Dawn’s pumping cock without reservation.

Biting her lip, Buffy fingered her own ass. She could easily get herself off this way, but she didn’t want to. Not here. Not now. If she came, she’d definitely make noise. Faith would be sure to hear her. She’d be furious. Or, worse, she’d understand. She’d love Buffy being a slut like her and Buffy wasn’t, she wasn’t. It just felt so fucking good…

She couldn’t help herself. Somehow, when Dawn fucked Faith, Buffy was the first one who came.

Faith had never thought she would like being an anal bitch so much. She loved being fucked in the ass. The thrill started where she was penetrated, her asshole spread wide by Dawn’s huge dildo, and the feeling ran deep into her sex. Faith could feel the juices pouring from her, leaving no question of her passion. God, it was incredible.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Faith grunted. “Keep fucking me! Fuck me as fast as you can! Make me come!”

“Say it!” Dawn replied to her, hand in her hair, pulling her head back. Faith could see a glass cabinet in front of her, showing her own impassioned expression in the reflection. Her eyes rolling, her lips parted, drool running down her chin. Dawn had fucked her beyond dignity.

“Mistress! Mistress! Please let me come, mistress!”

Her pussy shook and convulsed in response to Dawn’s thrusting. The slip of a girl was giving Faith her cock as hard and as fast as she could. Faith’s entire body shook. Then all those vibrations centered in her cunt. She exploded, shockwaves ripping through her.

She saw herself in the reflection, tongue lolling out, then her eyes were rolled back in her head and she couldn’t see anything. When her orgasm was finally spent, Faith was totally relaxed, peaceful in her exhaustion.

“Mistress always makes her good girls come,” Dawn whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” Faith swooned, feeling giddy with well-fucked happiness. “Always…”

Dawn’s lips were so close to her earlobe that Faith could feel the moist heat of her breath. “Does Faith want to keep being a good girl?”

Faith sighed. “You know I do…”

“Then Mistress needs Faith’s mouth. Mistress’s cock has Faith’s ass all over. Mistress wants it to be nice and clean.”

Faith couldn’t move. She was boneless, paralyzed from the strength of her climax. But she could open her mouth.

Dawn chuckled and pulled out of her and Faith felt like she was done being a bad girl, done feeling bad. Her mind was shut off—too fucked up and self-destructive for goodness anyway. She didn’t have to think anymore. All she had to do was be good and Mistress would take care of making her feel nice.

Faith wore a dopey, fucked-out grin on her face all the way up until Dawn shoved her dildo down Faith’s throat.