Previously in "Sum": A freak accident has split Buffy into two not-so-equal pieces. The Scoobies are trying to find a way to fix things, but Slayer seems to be coming apart at the seams. Intimate contact with Buffy seems to be the answer. But someone has some thoughts about the whole thing. . .
Chapter 15 Yang
Slayer lay boneless between the two of them, enjoying the sounds of wet,
hungry kisses next to her ear and the rough friction of two bodies humping
against her, hard and soft, male and female, cool and warm. Well. Warm and hot,
to be more accurate. He had absorbed enough body heat through friction and
contact to raise his temperature more than a few degrees. But against her
overheated flesh he was soothing.
These two were frantic for each other. She could feel it tingling over every
inch of her skin. And she felt a rush at the power that gave her. Neither one of
them would move through her to take what they wanted. They were both too
“civilized”. So she was in charge. As she should be. She could keep them
twisting and writhing for hours if she chose to.
It hadn’t always been that way. Spike used to have a great big pair of brass
balls on him. He would fight like a demon and fuck who he wanted. She had loved
fighting with him then. For him, fighting was an art he had perfected with every
part of his body. They had spent hours pounding away on each other and never
really found out who was the better fighter. Even when he’d gotten castrated by
that stupid chip he had still been hell on legs as a fighter. Except then he had
been her fighter. She’d point him at a problem and he’d go kill it. It got to
the point where she didn’t even have to ask. But then he’d gone and gotten all shmoopy and lovesick and done something so stupid out of guilt for basically
being who he was and made himself useless to her as a fighter. Idiot.
He may be a candyass, but at least he was still a demon in the sack.
But the other one! Christ, what a waste of space. Weak, fragile, useless in a
fight. Everything with her was about
emotion. I feel this, I feel that, feel feel feel. And where had that gotten
her? A string of gut-wrenching broken hearts. Almost dead, and really, really
dead. They had been better off last year when she had shut her whiney ass mouth
and let Slayer be in charge for a change. The slaying and the sex had been
exactly what it should have been. But even then, the little wuss couldn’t just
let things be. I’m not right, this is wrong, I don’t love him. Boo fucking hoo.
At least they were getting laid for a change, by someone who actually knew what
he was doing.
Hell, Slayer wouldn’t bother to fuck her herself if it didn’t make her feel so
good. Hardly worth the goddamn angst.
Their desperation for each other was starting to get annoying. Especially since
they were both too pathetic to do anything about it. But, she realized, she
could afford to be generous. She wasn’t going to be able to do anything for at
least five minutes.
“So, are you gonna fuck her or what?”
She felt him tense behind her, saw the other one look startled. The other one at
least took the hint. She reached over and took him by the back of his neck,
kissing him furiously as she used the grip on the back of his head to drag him
across Slayer and onto her side of the bed. Never breaking her hold, she rolled
onto her back, her legs spread wide and inviting as she drew him into place
between her thighs.
These two didn’t need foreplay. The whole fucking night had been foreplay, and
the other one was so desperate to have something inside her that Slayer could
have fucked her with a plunger handle and the little wimp would have been happy.
Slayer would have given anything for a big fat strap-on right about then.
Spike knelt between the other one’s knees, centering himself as he rested his
forehead against hers, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he slid into her. She
must still have been dripping, because there was no resistance to his invasion.
She bucked against him, her enormous eyes never leaving his face as she sobbed
in relief. He began murmuring encouragement as he pulled out to thrust back in,
soft, dirty, loving words that made Slayer roll her eyes. Why couldn’t they just
enjoy the sex? Why did it always have to be about emotions with these two?
But, god they were hot.
Spike slid an arm under the other one’s hips, lifting her pelvis to change his
angle of attack. The high whimpering moan the other one gave up sent electricity
and juice straight to the Slayer’s cunt. He slowly began thrusting deeper,
holding her close as he fucked her like she was perfect.
The other one wrapped her arms around him, driving him on with her cries and
whimpers. “God Spike! Feels . . . so god! You always give me . . . give me . . .
oh god harder! Please harder!”
He growled and wrapped both arms around her waist as he slammed into her.
“Harder!” she demanded again.
The girl may be a wimp, but she liked it rough, too. Slayer had to give her
points for that.
He rode her hard and fast. His short jerky strokes drove him deeper each time,
and her responses quickly became unintelligible.
Slayer decided her five minutes were up.
She smacked him where the flexing of his muscles dimpled the side of his ass.
“Turn over,” she demanded.
He didn’t hesitate. Never breaking motion, he moved one arm up around the other
one’s shoulders and in midstroke he rolled them both, switching their positions
so she was on top. She instantly supported herself on her arms and re-seated
herself around him, taking him even deeper with a cry.
Slayer slipped in and kissed her, loving the feel of the other one’s swollen,
ravaged lips against her own. Slayer broke the kiss to drop her head and kiss
Spike with equal enthusiasm as the other one began rising and falling on his
cock.
When Slayer broke the kiss, she looked him in the eye. “Me, too.”
He closed his eyes with a low moan. “Be the death of me.” But he nodded.
She pushed the other one up so she was sitting on his balls. As she took the
other one’s mouth with her own, she flung a leg over Spike’s head, straddling
him as she lowered herself onto his face.
He slid the flat of his tongue from her clit to her ass, sucking in the liquid
he collected there. Her moans echoed in the other one’s mouth, making her ride
him harder, which made him lick and suck Slayer faster. The other one’s hand
reached out to Slayer’s breast, cupping and caressing it as they kissed. Slayer
returned the gesture less gently, pinching and rolling her nipple until she
cried out. It only served to challenge the other one. Within moments they were
ravaging each other’s tender flesh with their hands, charging them up and making
them thrust harder against Spike’s mouth and cock.
They quickly became one highly responsive entity, the actions of one causing a
chain of response that circled through all three. They were whole, one,
transcendent.
The other one slid her hand down over Slayer’s tight belly to disappear into her
folds. Her fingers dueled with Spike’s tongue for pride of place in Slayer’s
pulsing cunt. When the fingers finally made contact with her clit, Slayer
thought the top of her head had blown off. She snapped her head back with a
glass-rattling scream. Nothing else mattered to her now but the orgasm waiting
only inches away.
The other one supported her, resting her forehead on Slayer’s shoulder so she
could watch what she was doing with her hand. Slayer barely noticed Spike’s arm
move over her leg and across his belly until the other one cried out, a gasping,
desperate keen of pleasure as he began doing service to her clit as well.
Slayer couldn’t breathe. The feel of tongue and fingers and lips and breasts
finally spilled over and she erupted, her thighs spasming around his head, her
hands clutching at the other one’s hair as she cursed and swore her way to
orgasm. He growled into her pussy as he joined her, his hips bucking hard
against the other one. Slayer felt his arm tense as he gave the other one’s clit
a hard twist and brought her off, too. Her gasping cries vibrated against the
roundness of Slayer’s breast.
Slayer finally slid off him and collapsed on the bed. The other one slid off him
as well, falling onto the pillows, Spike rolling over to spoon against her.
The other one’s dripping cunt was inches from her face. She wondered what he
tasted like on her. She moved her head forward and sunk her tongue into the warm
slack folds.
Delicious.
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