A Familiar Visitor

Buffy takes my hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me, and guides me to the edge of the bed. She turns me to face her, her eyes locked onto mine, and gently pushes on my chest until I'm sitting down. My heart hammers in my chest as I look up at her, feeling the residuals of her "Slayer strength", taking in the sight of her naked body, a vision of pure erotic temptation.

She stands before me, her body on full display, and begins to touch herself, her fingers trailing down her stomach, her goosebumps rising, and finding the wet heat between her legs. I watch, entranced, as she parts her folds slowly, deliberately, giving me an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. I can see everything—her swollen clit, her inner lips pink and glossy, the way her body responds to her own touch. She runs her fingers through her wetness, coating them, and then brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean with a soft, erotic moan. "Mmmmmm," she moans, savoring the taste of her own pussy. My cock throbs in my pants.

Buffy's eyes never leave mine as she kneels at the foot of the bed, her hands going to my waist. She unbuckles my belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops of my jeans filling the silent room, and unbuttons my pants. Her fingers brush against my stomach as she pushes up slightly on my shirt, the tips of her fingernails making my abs flex involuntarily. She pulls my pants down slowly, my cock springing free, hard and ready. She wraps her hand around me, her grip firm but gentle, and even semi-hard, she can barely wrap her whole hand around my shaft. I see the pre-cum already beading at my tip.

She leans in, her breath hot on my cock, and I can feel her tongue flick out, scooping up the pre-cum and bringing it back into her mouth to swallow. She rolls her eyes up sensually as she savors my taste. She opens her mouth again, taking me in slowly, her lips stretching to accommodate my girth. She starts to bob her head, her hand still wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking me in time with her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, exploring every vein, every ridge as if she's committing the shape of my cock to memory.

This should be enough to push me over the edge, but I'm trying to hold back, not wanting to finish too soon. Convinced that at any second I'm gonna wake up on my recliner in my apartment with a truly uncomfortable hard on in my jeans. I try to concentrate, but she's not making it easy as she continues to work my cock with her tongue, going from base to tip, swirling under my cockhead, gripping tight, her eyes closed in concentration, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. I let my head fall back onto the soft velvet pillow.

Suddenly, a deep, familiar voice cuts through the haze of pleasure. "Look at that… little miss slayer is a cock sucker." The voice is mocking, but there's an underlying tone of desire. As I lift my head up, wondering where that voice came from, Buffy's eyes open, her tongue still working my cockhead as a knowing smile plays on ends of her lips.

I wonder for a moment if I actually hear that voice when, from the darkness, steps Faith Lehane. The “Rogue Slayer”. She stands behind Buffy, her arms crossed judgmentally, but her eyes holding a promise of something more. Her presence is commanding, her leather outfit hugging her curves in all the right places. "Faith?" I think, my mind racing with the sudden appearance of the other sexy as fuck Vampire Slayer.