Bewitched, Bothered, and Bred update

“What?” Buffy asked.

“Take off my clothes for me.”

Buffy snorted derisively. She wasn’t sure she liked Xander’s tone… no, that wasn’t true, she loved it, but she didn’t like being ordered around. Between Giles and Joyce and Principal Snyder, she got enough of that. She was the goddamn Slayer, for Christ’s sake! “I said that I wanted you to hurt me, Xander, not that I wanted to be your slave.”

Xander didn’t even consider it. He swung his hand and Buffy’s head reeled from the sudden slap. She fell off his lap and onto the floor, lying there in the tattered remnants of her lingerie.

“That’s too bad, Buff. You got what you wanted—a guy who’ll hurt you. Now I’m getting what I want: a little Slayer sex slave.”

It was bullshit; Xander still got butterflies in his stomach at the thought of holding hands with Buffy and introducing her to the Star Wars Holiday Special (even if it was maybe without pants; he was still a teenage boy, after all). But this all seemed to be Buffy looking for an excuse to get smacked around by him and after she shook her groggy head, she looked at him with passion in her eyes that Xander couldn’t believe. Christ, she really was some kind of masochist.

Xander quickly did the mental arithmetic on whether it was worth being a sadomasochist to get into Buffy’s pants. He instantly decided that it was. He still considered himself a gentleman when it came to hitting women, but considering this was Buffy the Vampire Slayer and she literally got off on it, he didn’t think this could be considered woman-bearing. Comparatively speaking, it was more like one of those choppy hand massages. Xander wasn’t even that strong for a human, after all, and Buffy fought Captain America-strong vampires on the regular. If she didn’t like what he was doing, he’d be dead. But until then, he’d grab everything he could get his hands on.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Xander demanded, grabbing Buffy by the hair and pulling her to her feet.

“Yes, alright. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t…” She bit her lip, as if there was something she couldn’t say. “Don’t stop.”

“Whatever,” Xander sneered. “Take my clothes off.”

Buffy nodded, her hands moving out to him, undoing the buttons of his shirt. Xander let her shrug it off his shoulders. She helped lift his undershirt over his head and off his arms, then tossed it aside. She undid the buckle of his belt and pulled it out from the loops on his pants.

“Hurry up, bitch,” Xander told her. “I haven’t got all night.”

She sped up, undoing the button of his pants, then unzipping his fly, then getting on her knees to take his pants down. His cock bulged against his boxers as if straining for her face. Xander kicked off both shoes, then stepped out of his pants, always keeping his groin close to Buffy’s face. Buffy gaped at his bulging erection as if in disbelief. She pulled his underwear down in a hurry. Then she let out a moan, seeing his bare prick aimed at her face.

“Good hustle, Buff. You were in a real hurry to see my cock, weren’t you? Now, why don’t you thank me for letting you see it?”

Buffy did, using her mouth and hands. She grabbed Xander’s hard cock and pulled it to her sucking mouth.

“Mmmmh,” Xander groaned. The wet tightness of her mouth felt so nice that he almost came right into it. “That’s it, Buffy, more! Suck me even harder!”

Buffy didn’t need any encouragement, not when it was Xander she was giving a blowjob to. She sucked him hard, trying to stuff all of his prick into her mouth, while her hands grabbed hold of his ass and pulled him closer to her face, further down her throat.

“Jesus, Buffy! Where’d you learn to suck a guy off like that? Uummm! You just such a slut that it comes naturally to you, huh? Is that it?”

Buffy swooned, eyes flickering upward as she absorbed Xander’s abuse. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, forcing her lips further down his length while her tongue lashed at his cockhead, then his shaft, then his collar.

Her hands ran over his toned ass, stroking and massaging the muscles there and in his thighs, all while she looked up at him. Her usual bright, bubbly gaze looked positively wicked with his cock down her throat. It made Xander shove himself harder and deeper into her ravenous gullet. Just meeting Buffy’s eyes, he could see she needed to suck more. She wanted to take his manhood all the way down her throat, feel his pubic hair buzzing against her splayed lips.

Xander shoved himself deep into her mouth. He could barely take looking down at her cupid’s-bow lips as she mouthed his shaft. The lusty perversion of it all made his asshole clench, his balls tighten. He wanted to come in that mouth, mark it for all time—know that every word Buffy ever said from now on had been preceded by his cock, his cum.

Buffy couldn’t take anymore, so she bobbed her head instead. Her lips ran back and forth on his member, each delving pitch eliciting a moan from Xander at the pleasure, or a sigh of relief as the tightness around his cock diminished. She had him perched on a razor’s edge, teasing him as much as pleasing him, and it was getting Buffy off as much as his cock would in her pussy. Her juices dripped down her thighs and dotted the floor under her groin.

Xander was about ready to scream. He didn’t want her to stop sucking him off, but he couldn’t let himself come, not so soon, not when he had all of her still to play with. But her lips felt so amazing on his cock. And the sight of her face as she gulped down his member—she always looked beautiful, but with her mouth wrapped around his cock, the pleasure in his groin whipping out of the contact, he couldn’t help but think of her as a goddess.

“You’re beautiful, Buff—ghh—you look perfect!”

Buffy felt perfect as she brought her lips down and tightened her throat muscles around Xander’s tremendous erection. He had to pull himself away from the ecstasy of her mouth. Those sultry lips of hers were driving him mad. He’d love to let them finish him off, but unless he pulled away, his cock wouldn’t be going anywhere else that night.

“That’s enough, Buffy. No more. Stop sucking my cock, please!”

He never would’ve thought that he’d be in the position of begging any woman, much less Buffy Summers, to stop giving him a blowjob, but given he had come here with his cock wet from Jenny Calender’s juices…

Buffy shook her head, her teeth dragging over Xander’s girth. No. Fuck no! She wasn’t letting go of his cock until it gave her the cum she so desperately needed. She had never tasted cum before, not until sucking the precum from Xander’s glans—now she felt addicted to it. Could you be addicted to something you’d never really tried? It didn’t matter; Buffy loved Xander so much that she’d do anything to please him. She knew what he really wanted was to spray her mouth with his jizz. How could he want anything else?

Xander groaned, the pounding in his erection nearly unbearable. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t come already. If he was masturbating, he would’ve long since been out a tissue—he had no idea how he was holding back with the Slayer herself mouthing his cock. His mind swam, wondering if he even could make her stop if he physically tried to. Then he remembered all Buffy had said about him hurting her.

You’re just too nice. You’d treat me good. And that just isn’t what gets me off, boy.

Xander’s hand wrenched Buffy off his cock by the hair, then with his other hand he delivering a stinging slap to Buffy’s face that knocked her to the floor, a hand raised to her bruised face—or at least, it would be bruised if she weren’t the Slayer. As it was, tears stung her eyes as she looked up at him, breathing suspiciously hard.

“You do what I say, bitch!” Xander barked at her. “When I tell you to do something you do it!”

Buffy moaned, then mewled: “I’m sorry, Xander… God, that really hurt… oohhh…”

Xander was truly sorry he’d had to hit her—he’d tried to be as gentle as possible. But, knowing she was the Slayer, it took much of his strength to give her anything she’d really notice.

Buffy rolled over onto her hands and knees to get up, inadvertently—or perhaps not—presenting her bare ass like a bitch in heat. Xander couldn’t resist. He dropped down on top of her, his weight surprising Buffy. She could take him, but the sudden impact knocked her down spread-eagle on the floor, her arms and legs splayed out to the compass points.

“Xander, what are you doing?”

“Whatever I feel like,” Xander answered her. “Don’t worry, Buff, I’m gonna take your mind off that little love-tap. I’m gonna fuck that little cunt of yours—just fuck the hell out of it. You’re going to feel every inch of my cock and I know you’ll like it. I don’t think you’ve ever met a cock you didn’t like, slut. Here’s what it feels like for you to get staked.”

With her flat on her belly, her pussy wasn’t a very good target. For such a slender girl, Buffy had a surprising amount of ass, plump and juicy, pushing out from her waist to put a lot of padding between him and a good angle on her sex. But Xander wasn’t worried. As long as he found a hole, he’d fuck it.

Soon enough, he did.

Buffy’s voice rattled out of her like some frightened, scurrying animal: “That’s my ass, Xander! You’re in my ass!”

“Not yet,” Xander retorted, then he gave his hips a pump and he was.

“AAIIEEEEE!” Buffy felt like she was losing her virginity all over again, only Angel hadn’t made it hurt. He’d been gentle, sweet, caring. He’d numbed her to the pain.

Xander made her feel it. He didn’t let her think that anything was happening except for him pounding his cock into her virgin hole.

And Buffy loved it. It felt so much more real than with Angel. That had been teenage hormones, love stories and fairy tales. This was deeper, animal biology. He was her mate and he was claiming her and it was what had been missing from her life since she’d first become a woman. This was her proper place in life. Being fucked by a man, taking his cock, and Xander had stepped up to be the man who mated her. She could dispute his claim on her, but why would she? If she wasn’t meant to be his, it wouldn’t have felt so good.

In the back of her mind, Buffy was aware that this all felt very similar to how she’d acted when she’d been under the sway of that haywire love spell of Amy’s. But even if it was a love spell, that didn’t mean it was wrong. Hell, even fortune cookies had to get it right sometimes.

Xander hunched backward and forward, hearing Buffy moaning and gasping with her sodomy like it was a driving beat, pushing him to dance. Only every night at the Bronze was just a pale reflection compared to this dance.

“You know you love it, Buffy! You were meant to be my anal bitch! I’m making this sweet ass mine!”

“Ooohh, Xander, please! My ass hurts so much! Please… please fuck my pussy—my hot little pussy—I promise I’ll come for you!”