Buffy was dimly aware of Faith and Xander taking the man that they’d found to the hospital, and of the rest of their patrol that night. They’d gone through a couple of Sunnydale’s many cemeteries, and found a couple of newbies as they were rising, which Faith had dispatched easily, without the need for any help from her. It hadn’t even been enough to distract her from her studies. She decided to wrap things up when she sensed that Xander and Faith would soon be home, so she made her final trip to the bathroom: to get ready for bed, and, hopefully, for whatever post-patrol plans Xander had for Faith.
She stood for a moment, just looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. It seemed that she had put on a couple of pounds, over the last week, and she thought that she looked good. The stress of being the Slayer had been wearing, and she had started to get a little on the skinny side, but now she was filling out a bit, again, losing some of her harder edges. Even her breasts were looking a bit perkier. She didn’t know if this was the result of her improved mood over the past week, or if the Reward was changing her body. Either way, she liked the result.
She ran her hand over her pussy, to see if she needed to shave. She frowned a bit at the perfectly smooth skin. There was no trace of stubble, and she hadn’t shaved since that time Xander had asked to watch her do it, and she hadn’t really needed to do it then. She hadn’t shaved her under-arms, or her legs since either, and yet they remained perfectly smooth. It appeared that this was another perk of her reward. She was pretty sure that Faith hadn’t had to shave either, since the Reward had started, but they had both done Anya, a couple of times.
There might be another perk too. Her period should have started a few days ago, but so far there was no sign of it. It could be that she was just late: it had happened before. The stress of being the Slayer sometimes played havoc with it, but there had been relatively little of that in the past few months. She’d lost a little blood to Dracula, but not really enough to notice.
She supposed that she might be pregnant, but she didn’t think so. Gimmel’s letter had said that Xander couldn’t get her pregnant, unless they both explicitly wanted him to. Even without Gimmel’s assurance, she was still taking the Pill. Still, the Pill wasn’t foolproof, and it had only been a couple of weeks since she’d last been with Riley. They’d always been careful to use condoms, but they weren’t foolproof, either.
The best explanation (from multiple viewpoints) was that the Reward had just turned off her cycle.
Whatever the reason, she’d have to talk to Xander about it. He’d know what to do.
Xander and Faith returned to their apartment. The light flashed, and Faith’s Slayer uniform vanished. Xander’s eyes tracked up along her body, from the spike heeled shoes on her feet, along the fishnet stockings wrapping her legs, his gaze lingered for a bit on her bare pussy, with its lovely gold ring, before his eyes moved upward again, across her hands which were cuffed together in front of her, for a change, over the deep purple silk merry widow with half cups that lifted her breasts, drawing his eyes to her exposed nipples. There was a second flash, and her nipple rings appeared, piercing through them, with a golden chain strung between them.
Xander watched Faith tense: her fists clench; her shoulders hunch; her knees come together, and flex; her whole body trembled from the pleasure of the pain. He reached out to the chain connecting her nipple rings, hooked it with his fingers, and pulled her toward him for a kiss. He felt her leaning into him, pressing her body against his, and he gave the chain a twist, pulling harder on her rings. She groaned against his mouth.
Xander kept hold of the chain when he broke off the kiss. “Come on,” he told her, and dragged Faith toward the living room. He stopped in front of his big easy-chair. “Undress me,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir!” Faith reached up with her cuffed hands to the top button of his shirt. She quickly released it, and worked her way down, unfastening each button in turn, until she could push his shirt back off his shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. Then she unfastened his belt, undid the button at the top of his jeans, and unzipped his fly. She shoved her hands into his pants, and took hold of his hard cock as Xander used her chain to pull her close again for another kiss.
Xander pulled back after several seconds. “Take my pants off,” he ordered.
Faith started to push his pants, and underwear, down his legs. Xander sat down in the chair as she kneeled in front of him to pull them farther down his legs. She paused with them down around his shins, so that she could take his shoes off, before finishing removing his pants.
Faith carefully set aside his pants, and then stayed kneeling on the floor in front of him, her hands clasped on her knees, with her eyes on his erect penis.
“Do you want to suck my cock, Faith?” asked Xander.
Her eyes came up to his face. “Yes please, Sir.”
Xander smiled, and spread his knees apart. “Then you may.”
“Thank you, Sir!” Faith rose up onto her knees, and leaned forward to lick him. She reached toward him with her cuffed hands, too, and her fingers brushed against his balls, as her mouth slowly went down around him.
“Oh, that feels good, Faith,” groaned Xander, as she took him deep into her throat.
Faith hummed her appreciation for his praise, and slowly pulled her head back, until she released the tip of his cock with a gentle “pop!” She swirled her tongue around his glans, and then leisurely took him into her mouth again. While her mouth slowly worked its way up and down Xander’s cock, her cuffed hands were busy too. Faith’s thumbs stroked the base of his cock, and her finger tips massaged his perineum.
Xander just sat back. He let Faith set the pace, do what she wanted to do. His hands caressed her beautiful, flowing hair, but he didn’t take hold of it. He didn’t give Faith any more instructions for what he wanted her to do, he only whispered soft words of appreciation for what she was doing. He calmed himself, breathed deeply, and enjoyed.
He and Anya had practiced tantric sex, which had culminated with that one, ten hour long session of love making, that had left him feeling spent for days, but Xander had never mastered the technique for achieving an orgasm without ejaculation. Anya had had him doing Kegel exercises for a month, but they hadn’t worked…until now.
Xander tensed his perineal muscles as he felt his orgasm build. He felt it crest, and instead of the hot jolt of pleasure up his cock, it felt like a jolt of energy up his spine, flooding his whole being. His body shuddered in pleasure.
He looked down at Faith, who still had half his cock in her mouth, and saw her eyes looking back up at him, filled with surprise. She knew he had come, but he hadn’t flooded her mouth with his semen. He could see that there was a little disappointment about that there, too. He smiled at her, took her face between his hands, and lifted her up to his mouth for a kiss that started gently, but quickly deepened.
Xander pulled back and smiled at her. “You are amazing, Faith.”
“What happened?” she asked, still puzzled. “You came, I know you came, but you didn’t…”
“Anya will be so pleased to learn that I finally managed that,” said Xander. “She’d been so disappointed that I hadn’t been able to do it before.”
“Do what?” asked Faith.
“Come without ejaculation,” said Xander. “It’s a tantric practice, which, I must tell you, feels amazing. It allows a man to experience multiple orgasms.”
Faith looked down at his still hard cock. “You mean…”
“Yeah, if anything, it’s harder now than ever.”
“So, I can…” She started to lean down over him again.
Xander caught her chin, and lifted it back up so he could give her another quick kiss on the lips. “Hold that thought.” He grinned at her. “It’s time for ice-cream. Why don’t you phone Buffy, so she can have some with us, too.”
Buffy’s link with Faith had been working overtime. She’d been there with Faith as she had gone down on Xander, and had experienced all the joy that Faith had felt at giving pleasure to their owner. Buffy had also had the advantage of having free hands to play with her Reward Ring, pussy, and breasts, and she had fed the pleasure she was giving herself to Faith, as Faith had concentrated her efforts on Xander’s cock.
She was ready for the phone call, when it came, with her headset in place. She tapped the answer button before her phone had finished its first ring.
“Hey, Buffy,” said Faith. “Can we ‘talk’?”
Buffy felt Faith feeding her all the connotations that Dawn had loaded onto that word. “Yeah, we can ‘talk’.”
“Great!” said Faith. “I’m putting us on speaker. Say ‘Hi,’ Xander.”
“Hi Xander.”
“You might own me,” said Buffy, “but that doesn’t mean that I have to laugh at a joke that lame.”
“Sorry,” said Xander. “I’ll try to do better in the future.”
“I’m sure you will,” said Buffy.
“Anyway, Faith and I were going to get some ice-cream, and we thought you’d like to join us,” said Xander. “Sound good?”
“Sounds very good,” said Buffy.
“Good!” said Xander. “So, why don’t you run down to your kitchen and fix yourself a bowl, while I get some for me and Faith.”
“Yes, Xander!” said Buffy. She started for her door.
“Buffy!” said Xander. “Make sure you’re wearing something, before you go! We wouldn’t want to give Dawn or your mum too much of a show.”
Buffy stopped at her door, realizing that she had been about to leave her room stark naked, wearing only the headset for her phone, which she was carrying in her hand. Dawn and her mother were asleep in their beds, but still…
She quickly slipped into the top of her yummy sushi pyjamas, and slipped her phone into the breast pocket. She left her room, and went downstairs. While she did, she told Xander about the changes she’d noticed in her body—about the lack of the need to shave.
“Have you noticed that, Faith?” he asked.
“Sure,” said Faith. “Right from the start. Shaving in the joint was such a hassel, I never bothered. I’ve seen demonic pacts for the possession of a soul less involved than the hoops you have to jump through to get a razor blade in jail. I was as hairy as a gorilla, before this all started.”
Buffy didn’t want to think about that. “My period’s late too,” she added, as she scooped some mocha-almond-fudge ice-cream into a bowl. She told Xander her thoughts about that, as well.
“And your period?” Xander asked Faith.
“Not due for another week,” said Faith.
“And Anya’s not due to start for a couple of days yet,” said Xander. It didn’t surprise Buffy in the least that he knew that.
He sighed. “Okay, on the off chance that you’re pregnant, I’ll pick up a home pregnancy test kit for you, just so we can be sure.”
“I can do that,” said Buffy.
“No, it’s my responsibility,” said Xander. “Besides, the local pharmacy knows me. Anya has trained all the embarrassment out of us.”
Buffy met a bleary eyed Dawn in the upstairs hallway—returning to her room from the bathroom—on her way back to her room: which made her both glad, and a little disappointed, that Xander had made her put something on. And what did her conflicted feelings about Dawn seeing her naked mean?
She shook off that thought, and quickly entered her room, and shut the door. She saw a dildo in a harness sitting on the seat of her desk chair.
“I’ve sent you a present,” said Xander.
“I see it,” said Buffy. “Thank you!”
“Put it on,” said Xander.
“Yes, Sir!” said Buffy. She set her bowl of ice-cream down on her desk, took off her pyjama top and hung it on the back of the chair, and reached for the dildo. She stepped into the harness, and pulled it up her legs. She wasn’t surprised this time when she didn’t feel anything as she pressed the Xander shaped phallus into her pussy. She knew that she’d be feeling it soon enough. She sat in her chair, with her bowl of ice-cream in front of her.
“Come here, Faith,” said Xander.
Buffy could see him through her link. He was sitting in a chair by their kitchen table, with a big bowl of ice-cream by his side. His cock was standing proud as Faith straddled his lap, with her hands cuffed behind her back, now. The muscles in her thighs and calves tensed, as Faith lowered herself down onto him. She could feel Xander’s cock penetrating deep into their pussies.
“Hmmm,” she moaned, with Faith.
“Open your mouth,” said Xander.
Faith opened her mouth, and Xander placed a spoonful of ice-cream into it. Buffy took a spoonful for herself.
“Up,” ordered Xander, and Faith started to rise. He placed his hands on her hips to hold her. “Slowly,” he said.
Buffy could feel him, just the tip of his cock in her pussy. She felt a shock of cold against her—Faith’s—nipple as Xander swirled his ice-cream coated spoon around it, and then the heat of his mouth as he leaned in to lick it clean. She felt the pressure of his hands on her hips, pushing her back down, and his cock filling her pussy again. She took another spoonful of ice-cream into her mouth as Xander gave one to Faith. She felt Faith rise again.
This time, when Xander coated Faith’s nipple with ice-cream, Buffy did the same to herself. When he he lifted Faith’s breast to his mouth to lick it clean, Buffy lifted her own breast, and bent her head down to lick it.
The pattern repeated, over and over, until their bowls were empty. Xander’s cock penetrated deep into them, and he gave them a spoonful of ice-cream. They rose up, and he smeared a nipple, and licked it clean. The slow rhythm repeated over and over, until all the ice-cream was gone. Only then did it speed up, with Baith rising and falling on Xander’s wonderful cock as quickly as Slayer muscles, and gravity, would allow. Buffy and Faith both gritted their teeth to keep from screaming out their orgasms, and disturbing their mother, sister, and lover. Buffy was surprised that she didn’t feel the hot spurt of Xander’s semen into her pussy.
Buffy sat in her desk chair, breathing deeply, and still feeling Xander’s hard cock deep inside her. She could feel his arms around Faith’s/Her body, holding them tight against them. She could feel him kissing them.
She felt it when Xander lifted Faith off his lap. She could hear the smile in his voice when he told her to hang up the phone, clean up, and go to bed. She’d been in the bathroom using a wash cloth to clean the last remnants of ice-cream from her breasts as she’d felt Faith going down on him in their shower. He hadn’t ordered her to go to sleep so she was still awake when he and Faith had gotten into bed. She’d watched through Faith’s eyes as a half asleep Anya wrapped herself around him. She’d felt the magic dildo still in her pussy come back to life as Xander made love to his girlfriend, and this time, she felt his hot seed gushing inside of her.
Buffy went to sleep knowing that even if she wasn’t pregnant now, someday she would be, and Xander would be the father.
When Xander awoke, he was holding a gently snoring Anya, with a cute little line of drool running down her cheek, and he could feel Faith spooned up against his back. The way Faith was reaching around him to lightly stroke his cock told him that she was already awake.
He rolled away from Anya, coming to rest on top of Faith. He wiggled his hips to settle himself into place there, with the length of his hard cock nestled along her slit, with her Reward Ring pressing the underside of his glans. “Good morning.”
Faith’s legs came up to wrap around his hips. “Good morning, Xander.”
Xander kissed her, and his hands took hold of her breasts. He squeezed them gently, before giving her nipples a couple of hard tweaks, making her gasp, and smile. “Don’t make too much noise,” he told her. “Anya’s still sleeping.”
“Yes, Sir.” Faith started to rock her hips, rubbing her pussy against his cock.
Xander smiled at her. “Impatient, aren’t you?”
“Always!” whispered Faith.
“You’re going to have to wait a bit longer.” He started to slide his way down along her body, allowing his lips and tongue access to her neck, her chest, her breasts, her nipples.
He stayed there for a while, licking and kissing around those two wonderful nubs of flesh, teasing them with light nips with his teeth. He knew that she wanted more than nibbles, and pulled back a bit to look at them. “Something seems to be missing,” he said, and the light flashed.
Faith gasped as the twin gold rings pierced into her flesh.
“That’s better. Remember, be quiet,” Xander reminded her, and then he attacked her tits again, this time more roughly, biting and pinching, pulling and twisting. Faith’s back arched up to him, and she made the most enticing of noises, as she struggled not to scream.
Xander left her breasts behind, and made his way farther down her body, across her stomach, pausing again to circle her belly button with his tongue a few times, before continuing down, to kiss his way across the heart tattoo above her pubis, across her mons, until he settled in between her legs, with his mouth over her clit, and its Reward Ring.
He stayed there for a while, massaging her clit with his tongue, and occasionally dipping farther down to lap at the nectar dripping from her pussy.
He took almost as long kissing his way back up her body, until he was once again nestled with his hips held between her thighs, and the underside of his cock rubbing against her slit.
Xander looked deep into Faith’s eyes as he pulled his hips back a bit, bringing the tip of his cock up against the opening of her vagina, and then pressed slowly forward, burying himself deep inside her. He stayed there, without moving for several seconds, just feeling her around him, and watching her beautiful face. And then she started to move.
Xander didn’t think that he’d ever get used to what Slayer muscles could do to him. Every time he made love with Faith, or Buffy, it was like the first time, all over again: like a whole new first time that was never the same as the last first time.
Xander was almost ready to come, when he felt a movement in the bed that wasn’t caused by him, and Faith. He looked to the side, and saw that Anya was awake, and had rolled onto her side, and was propping herself up using her elbow on the bed, watching them.
“Good morning,” she said, and leaned in to kiss him.
“‘Morning, Ahn,” said Xander.
Anya leaned down to kiss Faith good morning too, and then settled back to watch them making love.
“I’ll be with you in a minute,” said Xander, and he redoubled his efforts to drive Faith to new heights of ecstasy. He lowered himself down onto her, pressing his entire body against hers, and kissed her.
“No hurry,” said Anya. “I like to watch.”
Xander couldn’t have extended this much longer, if he’d wanted to. Faith was coming under him, and around him, and his climax was upon him. He tensed his muscles, as he had done last night, and again, he managed to stop himself from ejaculating into Faith as he came.
They lay still for a moment on the bed, with Xander still deep inside Faith, coming down from their orgasms, and catching their breaths. Xander continued to gently kiss Faith, until he heard Anya clearing her throat. He lifted himself a little way off Faith, and smiled down. “She’s not as patient as she sometimes likes to pretend.” He rolled off Faith, to lie on his back between her, and Anya.
Anya was surprised to see that he was still fully erect. “I could have sworn that you—”
“Yeah, I did,” said Xander. “All those Kegel exercises you had me doing, finally payed off.”
Anya took hold of his cock, and licked it. “Um, Xander cock, with a nice side order of Faith. My favourite morning appetizer.” She sucked his whole cock into her mouth, while she shifted herself around until she was straddling his face.
“Faith, we’re going to want more than appetizers, soon. Why don’t you go get breakfast started?”
“Yes, Sir.” Faith got up off their bed, and sashayed to the door. Xander lay there, watching Faith’s ass sway until she had left the room, as Anya sucked his cock, and he sent a silent, heartfelt ‘thanks’ to Gimmel before wrapping his arms around Anya’s waist, and pulling his mouth up to her pussy.
With all the random acts of sex that were happening whenever he was at home, Xander had stopped bothering to put on any clothes when he got up in the morning, unless he was expecting visitors, so he was completely naked when he went into the kitchen to see what Faith had made them for breakfast. Anya had always been comfortable wandering around in her birthday suit, and for the first few months of their relationship he had sometimes had to remind her to put something on when she went out in public. She’d found out the hard way that the people in the unemployment office wouldn’t talk to naked people.
Faith was standing at the stove, poking with a spatula at some sausages that were sizzling in their large, cast-iron, frying pan. From behind, he could see her perfectly shaped bare ass, underneath the bow tied in her apron. The apron, a cute little maid’s hat, and high heeled shoes were the only things that she seemed to be wearing.
Faith turned to him and Anya, and smiled. “Sausages are almost done; I’m keeping your pancakes warm in the oven. If you’d taken much longer they would have started to dry out.” Xander could see that her apron was just a bit too small for her. Her nipples, with their golden rings, peeked out over the top of it.
He and Anya sat at the table, which was set for three. He picked up the glass of orange juice that was waiting for him, and took a sip as he watched Faith pour mugs of coffee, and add just the right amounts of milk and sugar to them for him and Anya. She placed their mugs in front of them.
Anya took a sip from her coffee. “Thank you, Faith.”
Faith curtseyed to her. “You’re welcome, Mistress.”
Xander’s mind boggled for a moment at the thought of Faith curtseying. “Where’d you learn to do that?” he asked.
“Masterpiece Theatre,” said Faith. She went back to the stove. “Looks like the sausages are done.”
She opened the oven, put on some oven-mitts, and then leaned down to reach into it, giving him and Anya a perfect view of her pussy. She removed a stack of three plates with a tall stack of pancakes on top of it. She distributed the pancakes between the warmed plates, added sausages from the frying pan, and brought Xander’s and Anya’s to the table, before going back to prepare herself a mug of coffee, and bring her own plate to the table.
Xander smothered his pancakes in butter and maple syrup, and took a bite. “Umm! Delicious, Faith! Very well done!”
Faith blushed from the praise. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Yes,” said Anya. “A good breakfast is essential to the start of a good day!”
“Absolutely!” said Xander, lifting a fork-full of pancakes toward his mouth. “The only thing missing, that would make this morning perfect, is Buffy.”
The light flashed.
The magic dildo had vanished while Buffy was sleeping, but her link with Faith had awoken her that morning, when Xander was making love with her. Buffy had lain there in her bed, fingering her pussy, and feeling what Faith was feeling. She had come too, when Xander made Faith come.
She had lain in bed while Faith had gotten up and gone to the kitchen to make breakfast. When all four of them had been together in Xander’s apartment, that had been a duty that she and Faith had shared: making breakfast for their Lord and Mistress. Buffy smiled at the thought: Lord Xander. He didn’t like being called “Master.” Maybe “Lord” would be more to his liking. She could picture herself kneeling before him, saying “Yes, my Lord,” and bending forward to take his cock into her mouth.
She was still linked to Faith. She had been with her as she prepared breakfast. She heard Xander saying “The only thing missing, that would make this morning perfect, is Buffy.”
The light flashed.
Xander blinked, and stopped with his mouth hanging open, the fork-full of pancakes hanging forgotten in front of it. There was a very familiar pussy in front of him. He looked up along the shapely legs that extended toward the ceiling, and took note of the loops of cord around their ankles. Cord that bound those legs to the wrists of the girl who was now lying, hog-tied, on her back in the centre of his kitchen table.
It was a testament to how weird his life was becoming that it only took him a couple of seconds to recover. “Good morning, Buffy.” He took his next bite of pancakes.
Buffy’s answer was muffled. He had to lean to the side to look around her legs, to see that she was gagged, as well as being tied up.
“Looks like our table has a new centrepiece,” he told Anya, and took another bite of his pancakes.
“It’s a bit large,” said Anya, “though it is quite animated.” She reached out to tweak Buffy’s nipple.
Buffy squealed through her gag.
“True,” said Xander, “but it is very attractive.” He reached out to pat his hand against the pussy in front of him. “Don’t you agree, Faith?”
Faith looked surprised to be consulted, but she was quick to recover. “Yes, my Lord,” she said.
Xander blinked. He liked the sound of that. My Lord Xander. Xander the First of Sunnydale. He shook his head. That last one was just silly.
Xander tried not to pay too much attention to the pussy in front of him as he ate his breakfast. It was just a pussy, after all, and he’d seen lots of that, over the last couple of weeks. He let his contemplation of it deepen, after he had finished off the last of his sausages.
A woman’s pussy looked more like a valentine heart, than a heart did. Xander had seen hearts. They were asymmetrical blobs of bloody muscle. A woman’s pussy on the other hand, if you spread it open, could look very much like a pink valentine. Buffy’s pussy wasn’t spread open, but he knew that if he’d just place his thumbs there, and there, and press them apart, it would make a nearly perfect heart shape.
Another thing that pussies reminded him of were orchids. The petals of an orchid wrapped themselves around the flower’s stamen, just the way the labia and hood of a pussy wrapped themselves around its clit.
He’d heard Willow talk about fractals, about things that revealed more and more detail as you looked closer and closer at them. That was certainly true of pussies, too. Xander had spent a lot of time, recently, closely examining three of them, and each of them revealed new details, the more he looked at them, and each was unique.
Anya’s inner pussy lips were very prominent, even when she wasn’t aroused (though if pressed, Xander would admit that he’d never seen Anya’s pussy when she wasn’t at least a little bit aroused.) Faith’s were less so. Her inner lips were usually visible, but they didn’t stick out they way Anya’s did. Buffy’s pussy presented itself as a very neat slit between her outer labia, unless she spread her legs to show her inner petals.
Right now, with Buffy hog-tied on the table in front of him, he could see those flawless outer lips, without a hint of the stubble that shaving might have left behind, and just catch a glimpse of her inner lips. Like Willow’s fractals, the closer he looked, the more detail he could see in the crinkly edges of those inner lips. He wanted to reach out, spread her pussy open like a heart, and press his—
“Xander!” Anya nearly yelled at him.
“Huh? What?”
“Faith asked you about getting her a job with your construction company,” said Anya.
Xander turned his head to Faith, and saw her sitting with her head bowed. “Sorry, Faith, I got distracted. What were you saying?”
“You said you’d talk to your boss about getting me a job today,” said Faith, without raising her head.
“Look at me, Faith,” said Xander.
Faith raised her head, and met his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
“This subservient stuff is all well and good,” said Xander, “when we’re playing, but for the important stuff: for the living our lives stuff, if I fall short, if you think that I’m not holding up my end—”
Xander could see Faith opening her mouth to object to that. “Faith, sometimes I’m an idiot. I do stupid things. Other times I just do thoughtless or forgetful things. If you think that I’m being an idiot, I want you to look me in the eye, and tell me that I’m an idiot. If you think I’m being thoughtless, or forgetful, I want you to look me in the eye, and tell me what I didn’t think of, or forgot. That! Is! An! Order! Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir!” said Faith.
“The same goes for you, Buffy!”
“Esh-shr!” Buffy managed to say around her gag.
“I admit that I got a little distracted, contemplating this beautiful pussy in front of me,” said Xander, “but your life is more important, Faith. You were saying?”
“I just asked if you’d ask your boss about getting me a job, today,” said Faith.
“That’s right near the top of my ‘things to do’ list for today,” said Xander. “Right after ‘fucking Buffy.’” He stood up. “Faith, clean away these dishes.”
“Yes, Sir!” Faith quickly rose from her seat, and gathered up their dirty breakfast dishes.
“And when you’ve finished doing that, you can make some more pancakes and sausages for Buffy.” He looked around Buffy’s legs, so he could see her face. “Would you like that?”
“Uh-huh,” said Buffy, around her gag, while nodding her head.
“Make it so, Faith.”
“Aye-aye, Captain!”
Xander took a moment to look at Buffy, hog-tied on his kitchen table. She looked very fetching, like that, but… The light flashed.
Buffy was now stretched out, her hands cuffed together over her head, and bolted to the table top. Her ass was hanging off the edge of the table in front of him, and her legs were bent down, and spread wide apart, with her ankles cuffed to the table legs.
“That can’t be very comfortable,” said Anya.
Buffy shook her head. “Uh-uh.”
“But you like it, don’t you?” said Xander.
“Esh-Ur,” said Buffy, with a nod of her head.
“Good.” Xander stepped in between her legs, and drove his cock into her pussy.
“Xander, take away her gag,” said Anya. He looked aside at her and saw that she was climbing onto the table. He worried for a moment that it couldn’t take the weight of both her and Buffy, but he put that thought aside. He knew that the table was pretty strong, and the Reward magic had to be reinforcing the legs, to keep Buffy from breaking them off. Buffy’s gag vanished, and she let out a cry of pleasure and pain.
Anya straddled Buffy’s face, while facing toward Xander. “Put your tongue to work, Slayer.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Anything more Buffy might have to say was cut off by Anya lowering her pussy onto her mouth. “Oh, yes, Buffy! You are getting very good at this!” She leaned toward Xander, and he met her half way, kissing her while he fucked Buffy, and Buffy ate out Anya’s pussy.
Meanwhile, Faith stood at the kitchen counter, mixing up a fresh batch of pancake batter.
Xander, Buffy, and Anya had all come multiple times, by the time Faith finished making Buffy’s breakfast. Xander’s control over his orgasms was getting better, with each one. It seemed that practice really did make perfect, and he had been able to hold off his ejaculation. He was about to come again, and this time he pulled himself out of Buffy’s pussy. “Want a Buffy and Xander dessert, to go with your Faith and Xander appetizer?” he asked Anya.
“Oh, yes, Xander!” said Anya, and she lowered her head down so she could suck his cock, while Xander put his fingers to work in Buffy’s pussy, while rubbing her Reward Ring with his thumb.
Buffy came, squealing into Anya’s pussy, and then Anya was coming too, making her suck harder on his cock. Xander finally let himself shoot his load into his girlfriend’s mouth.
Buffy’s bonds flashed into non-existence as Anya climbed down off the table. There wasn’t even a hole left in the table where her wrists had been bolted to it.
Xander and Faith told Buffy about what the monk had told them last night, while Buffy ate her pancakes. Since he seemed determined to only tell her about this key thing, she figured that she could stop in to visit him at the hospital that afternoon, while her mother was having her appointment with Dr. Isaacs, to learn the results from her MRI.
When Buffy finished her pancakes and sausages, Xander smiled at her. “It’s time for Faith to finish cleaning up the dishes. I think she should do them by hand, in the sink. And while she’s doing that, Buffy can thank her for breakfast, by being down on her knees with her face in Faith’s pussy, giving it a good licking. Does that sound good to you?” he asked Faith.
“Yes, Sir!” said Faith.
“Then you two better get to it, while Anya and I have first crack at the shower.”
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