Buffy

"Xander? Are you in here?" Buffy poked her head into the darkened crypt, unable to see much of anything. "Dammit! Freakin' wild goose chase..."

"Wait!" piped up Xander. "I'm here, Buffy, but what are YOU doing here?"

Buffy stepped into the crypt, letting some weak strains of moonlight into the dank place. "I should ask you the same question! Some girl named Sarah came running into town looking for me, claiming that you were in a crypt at the cemetery and needed my help. What's going on?"

Xander smiled as he realized that Buffy was unable to sense the changes in him. Here, in a place of darkness and ****, he would be able to overpower her and make her his next victim, his next undead succubus. "Well, I DO need your help, Buffy." With his newfound control over his powers, Xander started releasing pheromones into the air. The effect on Buffy in the cramped place was immediate; he could sense her pulse start to quicken and her nipples hardening under her soft sweater. "You see, the thing is, " he began as he stood and approached her, "You're the ONLY one who can really help me." He got close enough to Buffy that he could see into her eyes even in the dim, indirect light. He captured her gaze and began to send subliminal sexual messages directly into the basest parts of her brain.

"What," Buffy found it hard to think, "What do you mean?" By now her nipples were straining at the sweater's fabric and her pussy was moist. Involuntarily, she moaned.

"This is what I mean," Xander said simply as he leaned in to kiss her. She eagerly returned his kiss, her tongue frantically thrusting into his mouth. He reached around to grab both cheeks of her ass and he squeezed, causing her to yelp in pleasure and surprise into his kiss. He picked Buffy up this way and she wrapped her legs around his, maintaining their lock at the mouth. He turned around and set her down on the edge of a tomb and, with his leg, kicked behind him to seal the crypt shut. Now they were plunged into total darkness, but Buffy was too consumed with lust to care. Xander eventually broke away from the kiss, eliciting a squeal of frustration from the doomed slayer.

She heard a zipper and then the ruffling of clothes, and then smelled a strong musky odor. She was more turned on than ever in her life and when Xander's dick pushed against her lips she eagerly opened them to accept him. As she sucked, he leaned down to rip the sweater from her body, taking her bra at the same time. He knew that her magnificent breasts were free but that he'd also have an eternity to enjoy them, so he relaxed and enjoyed the expert blow job Buffy was giving. For her part, Buffy was in heaven. It was like the peak of sexual bliss was giving oral sex--every fiber of being went into making it the best cock-suck ever.

Although Xander literally had super-human control over his sexual functions, it didn't take long for the expert ministrations of Buffy's mouth and tongue to bring him to the brink of orgasm. He had been so lost in the feelings that he forgot who he was with or what he was doing, but when the realization hit him that he was corrupting and enslaving the vampire slayer herself, the very unattainable girl he'd lusted after since he first laid eyes on her, he grapped the back of her head and rammed his cock against the back of her throat. His pleasure and his spunk came in huge waves, and Buffy had **** but to swallow the evil essence even as she gagged and choked. Xander rammed her mercilessly like this seven or eight times before his orgasm subsided. He pulled out of Buffy's mouth, hearing her gurgling coughs as he did so.

Xander gave the former slayer a few moments to compose herself. "Buffy?" he finally asked.

"Yes, Master?" she replied, reverence and demonic intent in her voice.

If it hadn't been pitch black, Buffy would have seen the wicked smile from ear to ear on Xander's face...