Before I Decide On Lodging

And then, out from the shadows strolled another slender female form, this one petite, blonde and with a supercilious air of superiority that just cried out to be taken down a peg. “Still dealing with those lowdown sensations from patrol in your old lowdown ways, huh Faith? Just like you did with Xander last week. Ohh I heard all about that. Everybody did. What teenage boy wouldn’t boast about nailing a slayer? “

“Well you certainly weren’t going to put out for him were you B? You didn’t even do that when he saved you from The Master. Not Miss Prim and Proper Summers. At least I know how to show some appreciation.”

“I saw the whole encounter Faith. What did this one save you from?”

“Boredom B. And” she smiled archly at me, “ another evening of bad TV.”

The two slayers were so focused on each other that neither one noticed the movement in the shadows behind them but I certainly did. When the three armed men charged, swinging two handed broadswords and screaming to freeze their victims in place long enough to lop off their heads I took the opportunity to push a slayer to each side while swiping a stake from their belts. Each slayer turned the push into a graceful roll, coming to their feet ready to do battle while I ducked under my opponents slice and stabbed him in the chest with a stake. Only to find that he wore a coat of chain-mail that shattered my stake harmlessly. So I stabbed him in the eye with the stake in my other hand and he died on the spot.

A quick glance to my left showed Faith was using a gravestone to prevent her swordsman from getting in a killing blow but when his sword struck the stone it sliced through the marble almost as easily as it would slice through flesh and bone. To the right Buffy was using an oak tree to similar effect. Grabbing my victim’s sword I charged to my left, arriving just as the man finished chopping down the gravestone and raised his sword to plunge it into Faith’s heart. Mine got to his first and the spray of arterial blood gushed into Faith’s eyes just as I heard a cry from Buffy and saw her slip on the wet grass. Her guy was too far away for me to help with a sword so I hurled a piece of the shattered gravestone. It flew gracefully end over end until it crushed his throat. As quickly as it began the fight was over.

“Who the hell are these guys?” I asked breathing heavily but no answer came.

“Look at me. I’m covered in blood” bleated the dark slayer in revulsion. “Ewww.”

Buffy stared at the body. She seemed stunned to realize just how close to **** she had just been while Faith seemed more angry than anything. “What’s happening” said the blonde.

I didn’t know what she meant until I realized that the bodies were literally vanishing even as we watched, turning first transparent and then becoming just mist and wafting off into nothingness, even the gore that had covered Faith. Only the shattered gravestone and the gouges in the earth from our footwork remained to show that we had not dreamed the whole thing.

“Does this sort of thing happen often in Sunnydale?” I said knowing full well that it did.

“Only during a full moon or alternate Tuesdays” joked Faith. “It helps entertain tourists like yourself.”

“There was better entertainment already on offer. I could have done without the slaughter attempt. I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

Buffy, still quiet, tried to turn and slip away. “Where do you think you’re going blondie?" I asked grasping her by the hand.

Buffy was ashamed that her voice quavered as she answered. “Why...why home.” She licked her lips nervously.

“Really? I think you two owe me more than that for for saving your lives. Twice each in about thirty seconds. You’re not going to treat me like Xander.” I turned to Faith. “You can though” I said meaningfully. That brought a reward in itself, a brilliant smile that promised to reward my brains out.

Buffy tugged on her hand and was astounded that she was unable to free herself. She pulled harder but was still held fast so her slayer trained response was to slap me across the cheek. The sound of the slap was very loud echoing through the night and my immediate response was to grasp both of her hands in one of mine, then bend her over and deliver an equally hard smack on her own cheek but not the cheek on her face. In fact I delivered a series of smacks to that shapely butt, enjoying every moment of dominating the young beauty as she squealed in consternation and surprise. Writhing helplessly in my grasp as she struggled, the contact with that warm female flesh gave me an immediate erection that bumped against her as she wriggled wildly.

Buffy had never actually been spanked before even by her mother and was humiliated, especially that this was happening in front of her fellow slayer but despite her best efforts she could do nothing to prevent it from happening. No boy had even considered treating her with anything but politeness and respect. Even her one true love, the man, or rather, the vampire, who was the only guy she had ever been intimate with had been tender and romantic, as if she was a lady in the old fashioned sense of that word. His touch had been gentle, and even when they had sex he had been nothing but considerate. He had taken his time removing her clothing, kissing each newly revealed portion of skin in an almost worshipful manner. True, she hadn't reached an orgasm with Angel but she knew from health class that wasn't uncommon for women, especially their first time. This was something completely different. It was raw and powerful, and it seemed to call out to the Slayer spirit with a primal hunger that was simply irresistable. and the sparks that it unleashed came from an entirely different place. They flashed along her taughtly drawn nerves like a wildfire, the heat from her ass coalescing into an incandescant flame that rapidly spread throughout her entire crotch and her nipples were suddenly diamond hard. The next thing she realized was that she was humping his leg and even as that realization came, so did she, spasming, quivering and shuddering and bleating her joy till she sank bonelessly to the ground, gasping like a fish and still twitching occasionally.

"Wow, she just came didn't she?" said Faith. "Just from being spanked. What a kinky little bitch you are B. I never knew you had it in you. Does Angel know the sort of things you like."

But Buffy didn't seem to be aware of what Faith was saying as she sprawled mewling on the grass, little moans dribbling from her. When she did return to the world a few minutes later the first thing she did become aware of was the sound of Faith's voice crying out "Harder. Oh shit that's good, that's so good, so fucking good. Right there. Right there. Pinch it. Pinch my nipple. Just like that. Yeah. Yeah, Oooooohhhhh don't you dare stop you big dicked bastard."

Taking advantage of the opportunity Buffy fled into the night, her face flaming, utterly ashamed and wanting only to get as far away as she could from the scene of her first spanking and her first orgasm and her most embarassing and also most thrilling encounter. I watched her go knowing that this was just the beginning of my fun in Sunnydale and perectly content to wait for another time to continue Buffy's sexual education. I still had my cock buried in a slayer's pussy and a whole night ahead of me to enjoy the equally gorgeous and also more experienced dark haired version who was squirming beneath me now. So I gave my attention to Faith. Her blow job earlier had taken the edge off and even the fun of spanking the other one, while it made me as hard as a rock, had not affected my stamina so I concentrated on the girl at hand plunging deep, grinding my pubic bone into her clit and then withdrawing with tantalising slowness before pistoning as hard as even a slut like this one underneath me, could desire. Her second orgasm came almost as quickly as Buffy's but I didn't halt my efforts, and shortly she squealed her way to a third. This time I pulled out and shot a huge load all over her ass. "You come like a fire hydrant" she said happily.

"Let's go back to your place now and I'll show you what a real man can do babe. There's still one more orifice I haven't had yet."

"I don't do anal" she replied.

"After another six or seven orgasms we'll see how you feel about it sugar.