End Branch

Author's note: This branch completes at the end of the chapter, to continue the story return to "A Unique Feeding"; I was just branching off to have Buffy and Faith return. :)

As I retract my creations from the intense, carnal experience with Kathryn, Faith, and Buffy, I find myself once again in the void, the air thick with the residual energy of our encounter. The portal behind me leads back to the elevator, where Kathryn is frozen in time, staring at her reflection with a look of anticipation. My body is clean, the evidence of our passionate session washed away, and my clothes are neatly back in place. The Voyeurs' voices echo around me, their tones a blend of admiration and arousal.

"You continue to exceed our expectations," they praise, their words wrapping around me like a warm embrace. "Each time you enter this domain, you push the boundaries of your power and ability. We are thoroughly impressed."

Before me, another XXX Blu-ray case materializes, the familiar dynamic cover an erotic display of Kathryn in her provocative stripper outfit, sandwiched between Faith and Buffy. Their hands explore her body with a sense of desire, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, her thighs, the smooth flesh of her pussy. The title across the top reads, "Slayer Sandwich 2: A Creamy Treat," the images looping in a seductive, hypnotic dance. I turn the case over, and the back reveals an explicit montage: Kathryn stripping, her panties being pulled aside and then removed, her beautiful pussy being fingered, and then taken by my cock. The green play button flashes invitingly, and I hit it, a recorded memory of our encounter.

Kathryn’s voice narrates as the video begins playing on the case, her walking towards the camera in a schoolgirl outfit, her heels clicking on the floor, her eyes locked onto mine with a mix of innocence, invitation and need. "The life of a stripper isn’t always about gross guys and grabby hands," she says, her voice a sultry purr . "Sometimes, it’s sexy," she teases, slowly removing her top, exposing her perfect, pert breasts. "Erotic," she continues, sliding her skirt down her thighs, revealing her long, toned legs and the lacy top of her stockings. "Sensual," she whispers, hooking her fingers into her panties, pulling them aside to give me a clear view of her glistening, swollen pussy. "And passionate," she breathes, her voice a mere whisper as quick cuts of her sucking my cock, followed by her yells of pleasure filling the air as I finger her, and the intense, raw footage of me fucking her on the couch flash across the case.

Faith appears, a wicked grin accompanying her tone. "And then sometimes…" More explicit cuts play out: Buffy and Faith’s hands and mouths exploring Kathryn’s naked body, their fingers exploring her pussy, their tongues tasting her, teasing her, driving her wild with desire. Buffy appears, her voice a mix of lust and amusement coloring her words. "It’s fucking explicit," she says, her eyes gleaming with excitement and arousal.

The screen fills with explicit, unfiltered images of my cock throbbing in Kathryn’s tight, wet cunt, her moans of pleasure turning into screams of ecstasy as I cum deeply inside her. Faith and Buffy’s shocked, aroused faces appear, their eyes wide with awe and desire as they watch me fill Kathryn, their hands hooked under Kathryn's thighs, their eyes mouths hungry with need. The camera zooms in close on my cock as it pulls out of Kathryn’s pussy, then on Faith’s fingers spreading her lips wide, revealing the thick, white pool of my cum deep within her, glistening and inviting.

The final shot is in slow motion, Buffy leaning in, her tongue extending, scooping up a huge load of my cum from Kathryn’s pussy, swallowing it with a satisfied, contented smile. The camera pans out, showing all three of them together, their bodies flushed, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, their eyes locked onto the camera, a shared look of satisfaction and invitation in their gazes.

Kathryn’s voice comes back in as the screen fades to black, her tone a mix of pride and desire. "Slayer Sandwich 2: A Creamy Delight," she says, her voice a sultry promise. The three of them stand naked, their bodies pressed together, their arms wrapped around each other, addressing the camera with a shared look of satisfaction and invitation. "You’ll wish it was your pussy," they say in unison, their voices a chorus of desire and promise.

I take the Blu-ray case in my hand, a sense of pride and accomplishment washing over me. The case cool to the touch, the images on the cover and back still moving, a testament to the explicit, passionate encounter I just had. "Thank you for your compliment," I say to the Voyeurs, my voice firm and confident, filled with a newfound sense of power and dominance. I walk through the portal and step into the elevator, ready to face whatever comes next.