Buffy awoke slowly from a restful night of pleasant dreams. She was snuggled up beside Xander in the bed, with the sheet covering them from the waist down. She was using Xander’s shoulder for a pillow, and the fingers of her right hand were playing with his chest hairs. Xander was making low, rumbling, contented sounding noises that seemed to reverberate in his chest. Her roaming fingers encountered another hand, and she opened her eyes, to see Anya looking at her from the other side of Xander’s body, where she seemed to be doing the same thing as Buffy. Faith was spooned up behind Anya, with her arm draped over Anya’s waist, and the fingers of her hand slowly circling around Anya’s nipple.
Buffy glanced down at the sheet half covering them, and saw the tent created in it by Xander’s morning wood. “He’s always like that, in the mornings,” said Anya. “Very good for giving orgasms.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Buffy.
“Also good for sucking,” said Anya. “Do you want to suck Xander’s cock?”
“Always!” said Buffy.
“How about you, Faith?”
Faith’s hand cupped Anya’s breast, as she said “Oh yes, Mistress!”
“So, let’s do that,” said Anya. “Give Xander a very happy good morning.” She sat up, and pulled the sheet away from all of their bodies. “Buffy, you can kneel beside him on your side, and Faith can take this side.”
“Where will you be, Mistress?” asked Faith.
Anya turned herself around, and straddled Xander’s face, being careful not to touch him, yet, leaving her pussy a few inches above his mouth. “I’ll be where he can start giving me orgasms, as soon as he wakes up.” She bent down over his erect cock, and gave it a lick. “Which shouldn’t take long.”
Buffy knelt where Anya had told her, and gave Xander’s cock a lick of her own, up along its side, and over its tip, where her tongue met Faith’s. They both pulled back a bit to give Anya room to suck him into her mouth.
Xander groaned, and his arms came up around Anya’s waist, to pull his face up into her pussy. Buffy and Faith licked and kissed their way around the base of his cock, and his balls, while Anya moaned with pleasure around its head.
After a time, Anya removed her mouth from Xander’s cock, and took hold of its base, tilting it toward Faith. “Your turn,” she said, and Faith took him all the way down into her throat. Anya turned to Buffy, and kissed her. Buffy enjoyed the taste of Xander’s penis, both from her Mistress’s tongue, and through her connection with Faith.
Anya was perhaps the greediest person Buffy had ever met, but she was also scrupulously fair, especially in her duties as Mistress to her and Faith, so she ensured that they got equal time sucking Xander’s cock, not that it really mattered much to either of them. With their connection in full bloom, it didn’t matter which of them was sucking him, they both felt it. They could also feel each other’s fingers frigging their own pussies. Buffy’s one regret was that she didn’t have permission to use her Reward Ring. But that was also something that excited her even more. This morning was about Xander getting pleasure from her, and Faith. Her Reward came from how much she was pleasing him.
Anya was still greedy, though, so it was her pussy that Xander ate while they all went down on him, and it was her mouth that he came into. But she was a generous Mistress, so she shared his semen with Buffy and Faith by kissing one, and then the other, as Xander’s tongue propelled her into yet another orgasm.
The alarm started to ring while Anya was letting Buffy lick all of Xander’s semen that she could harvest from Anya’s tongue.
Anya reached out to turn the alarm off and rose up, with her pussy still over Xander’s mouth. “Slayers, it’s time to get breakfast ready.”
Buffy and Faith both sat back on their heels. “Yes, Mistress.” The light flashed, and they were both dressed in camisoles, and boxer shorts.
“And knock on Dawn’s door, too,” said Xander, from under Anya’s pussy. “Make sure she’s awake.”
“Yes, Sir!” said Buffy and Faith together. They both climbed off the bed, and headed for the door as Xander reached up to take hold of Anya’s waist, and she bent down over his cock, again.
“And call us when breakfast is ready!” said Xander, before he buried his face in Anya’s pussy again.
Buffy and Faith had the chance to play with each other’s Reward Rings when they took their morning shower together, after making breakfast for Xander, Anya and Dawn. They didn’t really have enough time to fully satisfy each other, though, since Faith had to leave for work. (On the other hand, even if they’d had all day together, Buffy didn’t think that either of them would have been fully satisfied. Since the Reward had started, that didn’t seem to be something that was really possible, anymore. They might find themselves temporarily sated from time to time, but it was only temporarily.)
As soon as Xander and Faith left for work, taking Dawn with them to drop off at school, Anya ordered Buffy to clean the house, in preparation for her mother’s return. The light flashed, and Buffy found herself dressed in yet another parody of a maid’s outfit. This time she was wearing shoes with four inch stiletto heels, thigh-high white stockings, held up by garters with pink bows on them, a tight laced corset, and a frilly apron, that while it barely covered her front, left her bare ass visible to anyone behind her. Cuffs around her ankles were connected together by a chain that only allowed her to move in small steps. It was barely long enough to allow her to climb up and down the stairs without tripping. Other chains connected the cuffs around her wrists to rings at her waist, giving her hands just the amount of freedom to move required to complete her chores, but no more.
Anya had her start in her mother’s room, stripping the sheets from the bed, and replacing them with clean ones. From there she went to Dawn’s room, changing the sheets on her bed, and generally straightening things up. She was tempted to do a bit of snooping while she was there: read the latest entries in Dawn’s journal, but she had too much other work to do. She still had to clean her own room, take all the dirty sheets down to the basement to put into the washing machine, and then clean the living and dining rooms, and the kitchen.
All the while that Buffy had been cleaning, Anya had been studying. This morning it was small business accounting. If she was going to be running Giles’ store she figured that she should learn how to do it properly.
They still had half an hour before it was time for Buffy to go to pick up her mother from the hospital and for Anya to go to work at the Magic Box when Buffy had finished cleaning the entire house. She had just come back up from the basement, where she had moved the sheets being cleaned from the washing machine to the drier. She went into the dining room where Anya was sitting at the table with her books and note pad.
She stood on the other side of the table from her, with her head lowered, and her hands behind her back. “I’m finished cleaning, until the dryer is done, Mistress.”
“You’ve washed all the breakfast dishes?” asked Anya.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Dusted the book shelves?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Dusted the top of the china cabinet?”
Buffy knew that Anya had seen her do that, but she played along. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Vacuumed all the rooms?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“It seems that you’ve done a very thorough job,” said Anya, “I suppose I should reward you, somehow.”
“Whatever you desire, Mistress,” said Buffy.
Anya smiled at her, and stood up. “I desire for you to be on your knees, under this table, licking my pussy.” She pulled off the panties she was wearing with the t-shirt she had put on after her shower, and sat back down, with her knees spread wide.
“Oh yes, Mistress!” Buffy dropped to her hands and knees on the floor, and started to crawl toward Anya.
“And while you’re at it, you can play with your Reward Ring,” said Anya.
Buffy’s thanks were muffled by Anya’s snatch against her face.
Buffy was starting to think that it was nearly time for them to go, if Anya was going to be at work on time, but she hadn’t said anything about stopping, so she kept up her licking at her Mistress’s pussy. There was a knock at the door.
“Answer the door, Buffy,” said Anya.
Buffy crawled out from under the table, but she hesitated before going to the door.
“What are you waiting for?” asked Anya.
“You want me to answer the door like this?” asked Buffy. She was still dressed in her maid outfit, with chains on her ankles and wrists, only now her hair was a mess, and her face was wet with Anya’s pussy juice.
Anya looked up and down her body. “Yes, I do.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Buffy shuffled to the door as quickly as the chains would let her, hoping that it wasn’t a friend of her mother’s, or anyone she knew. She was also hyper aware of how her pierced nipples, with their ruby studs, peeked out over the top of the ruffled half cups lifting her breasts, and how her bare ass would be visible to anyone behind her. The potential for humiliation she was about to face turned her on more than eating Anya’s pussy had.
She opened the door.
There was a young couple on the doorstep, about twenty years old. They were conservatively dressed, him in a nice, but cheap, dark suit, and a tie. She was wearing a dress, with a hem that was below her knees. He was clutching a large book to his chest, with its gold leaf title clearly visible on the cover: “Holy Bible.”
He started into his spiel automatically. “Hello. Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal sav…” His voice trailed off as he took in Buffy’s appearance. His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. His eyes flicked up and down her body, before coming to rest on her tits, where they seemed to get stuck.
Buffy smiled at him. “Why, no, I haven’t,” she said. “Would you like to come in and talk about it?”
“Ulp,” said the boy, and the girl clutched at his arm, her eyes as wide as his.
She started to pull him back away from the door. “Uh…no…I don’t think so.” He seemed rooted to the spot, so she pulled harder, forcing him to take a step back, and then another. His eyes stayed riveted on her bossom. He nearly fell when she pulled him back down the front steps. “This is a house of sin!” she whispered harshly in his ear. “We must get away from here!”
“But— But— Jesus ministered to the prostitutes, and other sinners! She wanted to talk! Maybe we can save her!”
“You are succumbing to the temptations of the flesh! We must get away from here!”
“Some other time, maybe,” Buffy called out to them. He was still staring at her as the girl dragged him backwards down the front walk. Buffy turned away, making sure that he got a good look at her bare ass, before she closed the door.
Buffy leaned back against the door in a fit of giggles, and sexual desire. She saw Anya looking at her. “Oh please, Mistress. Fuck me!”
Anya looked at her for a moment with an expression of mock disapproval on her face, that Buffy was beginning to know well. It wasn’t an expression that would lead to a fucking…not immediately, anyway. In some ways it was better. “I think you were very naughty, teasing that boy like that.”
Buffy nearly came on the spot. “Oh yes, Mistress! I should be punished! Please spank me!”
“We don’t have much time,” said Anya. “How many spanks should I give you?”
Buffy wanted a lot of spanks, but Anya had just reminded her that they had to go soon. “Uh…ten please, Mistress?”
“Very well,” said Anya. “Bend over and grab your ankles.”
Buffy turned her back to Anya, bent over, fully exposing her bare ass, and grabbed her ankles. “Please punish me for teasing that boy,” she said.
“Yes, Buffy.” Anya’s hand came down on her ass with a hard smack!
“One! Thank you, Mistress!”
Anya did fuck Buffy too, after the spanking was finished. They stayed there in the entry hall of her house, with Buffy still bent over holding her ankles, and Anya pounding her fingers into Buffy’s wet snatch until she came. It didn’t take very long, the state Buffy was in, and then Anya told Buffy to stand up straight, and held her hand before Buffy’s mouth, for her to lick Anya’s fingers clean.
They had to hurry to get dressed, after that, in order for Anya to get to the Magic Box in time to open it for business, and for Buffy to get to the hospital at the time she was supposed to. Anya even encouraged Buffy to drive faster, on their way to the Magic Box. This was something that was rarely said while Buffy was driving. More often than not her passengers wanted her to slow down. Buffy got Anya to the Magic Box five minutes before opening time.
She was five minutes late getting to the hospital, but Dr. Kriegel was running even later, so Buffy still had to wait while he gave her mother a final examination before signing her release papers. She hovered impatiently by the nurses’ station for them to finish.
While waiting, Buffy overheard a whispered conversation between a couple of nurses, about how an intern had vanished in the middle of his shift, last night. He had gone off to the locker room to change his scrubs, after a patient had thrown up on him, and never come back. When another intern had gone looking for him, all she found were his discarded scrubs on the floor by his locker, which still contained all of his street clothes.
Buffy figured that Dr. Kriegel would take at least another fifteen minutes with her mother, so she decided to go have a look in the intern’s locker room. She didn’t really think that there would be anything there for her to see, but you never knew.
She checked both ways in the hall outside the locker room door to see if anyone was watching, before she opened it. “Anybody in here?” she called, as she entered, hoping that there’d be no answer, because she really didn’t know what she’d say if there was.
The room smelled like…a hospital, really: antiseptic and cleaning products, with very little trace of the usual locker room mustiness. The place had been cleaned up, since the intern’s disappearance, and she didn’t even have a notion about which locker was his as she wandered around. She wasn’t really expecting to find anything, she was mostly doing this to kill time while waiting for her mother to be released.
She did find something, though. It started out as a faint whiff of something that her nose told her wasn’t natural. That led her to a smear of something slimy and red on the sill of a window high on the locker room wall, high enough that the routine cleaning that had taken place had missed it. She also noticed that the window latch was broken, which would allow things to enter or leave without risking been seen by hospital staff.
Buffy used a kleenex tissue from her bag to wipe up some of the red slime, and carefully folded it, wrapped it in more tissues, and stored it away in her bag to give to Willow or Giles later, to see if they could identify what sort of demon it came from.
Buffy returned to the hospital that evening. Her mother was back home, and Dawn was there to take care of her. Giles had come up blank on the slime sample she’d given him, but thought that patrolling the area around the hospital would be a good idea.
This was her first patrol in the uniform Xander provided for her, and she liked it. It was comfortable, and blended in with her environment, making her nearly invisible in the dark shadows of the back alleyways behind the hospital. She had trouble picking Faith out of the shadows, even when she knew exactly where she was. Any demons would have their work cut out for them.
The demon they spotted trying to sneak up on the window to the locker room certainly never saw them coming. Faith grabbed it as it was trying to climb in through the window, and Buffy’s knife slit its throat.
“Ugh!” said Faith.
“You’ve seen slit throats before,” said Buffy.
“Not the throat,” said Faith. “The demon. Those are some ugly looking sores on its face.”
“I guess.” Buffy used a digital camera to take a picture of the dead demon, to show to Giles later. “The bigger problem is what we do with it?”
Faith nodded toward a nearby dumpster. “I suggest we let the sanitation department take care of the disposal. I doubt if they’ve gotten any better at looking at what they’re throwing into the landfill, since the last time I was in town.”
“You’re right,” said Buffy. “Some things never change.”
One of the things that was never going to change was how much Faith turned Buffy on, so after stopping by at Giles’ apartment to report on the demise of the demon that had been stalking the hospital, they returned to her house together. The windows of the house were dark, so Buffy knew that her mother and Dawn had gone to bed, but it was still early enough that they had probably only just done so, and her mother might get up again if she heard Buffy coming in. Buffy took hold of Faith’s hand and led her around into the back yard. She glanced up at Dawn’s and her mother’s bedroom windows to be sure that there were no lights on in either of them, before wrapping her arms around Faith, and kissing her in the moonlight.
The light flashed, and Buffy felt the chill night air against her bare skin. She also felt the warmth of Faith’s skin against hers. The contrasting sensations excited her even more, along with the thought that they were naked, out of doors, where anyone might see them, even though she knew that there wasn’t much chance of that. The yard was surrounded by hedges giving it privacy from the neighbours. The only way anyone might see them, would be if they were looking down from Dawn’s, or her mother’s windows. Buffy glanced up again, and saw that they were both still dark, as Faith started to kiss her way down her body.
Dawn had been lying in her bed, with one hand in her pyjama pants, lightly stroking her pussy, the other caressing her breast, and imagining that Xander was there with her when she saw the flash of light through her window. It was almost like a flash of lightning, but the night had been clear, and the weather forecast had said it was going to stay that way for the next few days. She still lay there, counting the seconds for the clap of thunder. After she reached twenty without hearing anything, she decided that the flash must have come from something else. Another thing that she knew of that could create a flash like that was Xander’s Reward magic. She quietly rose from her bed, keeping her right hand between her legs, and went to the window, to look down into the yard.
The moon was just past full and was giving enough light for Dawn to see Faith start to kneel in front of Buffy. She saw Buffy take hold of a handful of Faith’s hair, and pull her face in between her legs. Dawn pressed her fingers harder against her sex, imagining that Faith’s face was between her legs, licking at her pussy, instead of Buffy’s. She wanted to moan, but she knew that if she made any noise at all, Faith or Buffy would hear her. She had to stay quiet.
Faith lapped eagerly at Buffy’s pussy, her mouth moving back and forth between Buffy’s Reward Ring, and her entrance. She bit at the golden ring, and wiggled it with her teeth, eliciting squeaks of pleasure from her senior Slayer. She pressed her lips against Buffy’s lower lips, and stuck her tongue as deeply into her as she could, while trying to suck up all of Buffy’s nectar.
She was also aware that they had an audience. Buffy might be too distracted at the moment to have noticed the slight sounds of motion from Dawn’s room, but Faith had. The thought of Dawn watching her with Buffy thrilled her even more.
Buffy moaned out Faith’s name as she came. She wanted to scream it, but that would likely wake her mother, or Dawn. Faith was still licking enthusiastically at her pussy, but Buffy thought that it was her turn now. She lifted Faith’s face from between her legs, and brought her up to her face for a kiss. She could taste herself on Faith’s lips and tongue. She wrapped her arms around Faith’s naked body, lifted her, and carried her to a chaise longe on the lawn. She laid Faith down on it, and then her face went down between Faith’s legs.
Dawn watched Buffy going down on Faith, wishing that she was there, between Faith’s legs, instead of her sister, and maybe Xander could be with them too, making love to her from behind, with his cock pressing into her pussy, instead of her fingers. The thought of him fucking her was enough to make her come, and try as she might, it was too much for her to stay completely quiet.
When she had recovered, she looked down into the yard again, half expecting to see that she had been discovered, but it seemed that she hadn’t. Buffy had turned herself around, putting her and Faith into a sixty-nine, each of them licking at the other’s pussy.
Buffy thought she heard an echo of Faith’s moans from the house as she pushed her over the brink, but she ignored it as she moved around to straddle the other Slayer. She felt Faith’s strong arms around her hips, and Faith’s hands taking hold of her ass to pull her down onto her mouth. She lifted and spread Faith’s legs to open her pussy for Buffy’s tongue. Their link was fully open as Buffy and Faith savoured each other. Buffy felt her mouth on Faith’s pussy almost as intensely as she could feel Faith’s mouth on her own. She was tasting her own juices along with Faith’s, and she knew the same was true for Faith. They were sharing thoughts as well as sensations, and she could hear the echo of her own thoughts in Faith’s mind…not that either of them was actually thinking much of anything other than the sharing of pleasure…and she picked up the added thrill from Faith that came from the knowledge that they were being watched, but she was too deep into Faith’s mind to care that it was her sister. They were both approaching the brink of another orgasm, and they both slowed down, licking and kissing tenderly at each other, to prolong the anticipation, and heighten their arousal until neither of them could hold herself back.
Both Slayers applied their tongues to the other’s Reward Ring. The feedback through their link made them both come even harder than they had already, in orgasms that seemed to go on, and on.
It did end eventually, though, and Buffy turned herself around to lie in Faith’s arms, just to enjoy kissing her and holding her close. Without any other more strenuous activity the coolness of the night air was too much for the warmth of their bodies to overcome, and they were both feeling the chill. The Reward magic flared again, and they were both dressed in their Slayer uniforms again, but without any of their weapons. The material was thin and supple enough that it still felt almost as if they were pressing skin to skin, but it held the night chill at bay, while still letting the heat of their bodies seep through.
Faith would have been happy to spend the night there in Buffy’s back yard—or to go into the house and spend it in her bed—but she had somewhere else to be, and for the time being, Buffy belonged here with her family. Buffy knew it too, and so by mutual accord they disentangled their bodies from one another, and climbed back to their feet. They both stood there for a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes, and sharing their thoughts.
Words were completely unnecessary for them, but Faith felt the need to say something anyway. “I’ll give Xander a blow job for you.”
Buffy smiled at that. “Only one?”
“One from you. One from me. Maybe another from both of us.” She kissed Buffy. “I think we’ve given your sister enough of a show, for tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Faith felt the sudden flash of anger/embarrassment/arousal from Buffy as she was reminded that they’d had an audience. “Now, don’t go getting mad at her. I certainly enjoyed the idea that she was watching us.”
“I know, but it’s Dawn! She’s my sister!”
“I get that you don’t see the hotness, there,” said Faith. “But trust me, she’s hot. Too bad she’s still jailbait, so all I can do is let her watch.” Faith was mostly just teasing, but there was an undercurrent of truth in what she was saying—the best teases were always true, and she couldn’t say anything but truth to Buffy, and Buffy knew it. Faith kissed her again. “I gotta go. Bye.” She turned and walked away, putting a little extra sway into her hips.
Dawn watched Faith leaving. She was shocked when Faith looked up, directly at her window, waved, and blew her a kiss. Faith knew she’d been watching! If Faith knew… She looked at Buffy, who was looking up at her too, with an indecipherable expression on her face. Oh god! She was so dead!
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