a pause for control

Buffy leaned back on the tomb spreading her legs. Though still clad in tight fitting jeans her intentions about what she wanted were obvious.

Xander could smell her intoxicating arousal. He could feel his cock was still rock hard. And he could remember every fantasy he had about Buffy Summers for what seemed like his entire life. There is nothing he wanted to do more then to rip off her jeans and fuck her silly.

"But because that is I want, it is what I must control," Xander thought. The lust in him was raging he knew. Buffy has called him master, and he liked the sound of that, he was going to be in control, of others and himself. There would be a later date when he could fuck Buffy all night long.

He turned away from her, "I'm sorry about this Buffy. I wish it could be different," he said, really wishing he felt more that way then he did.

"For what?"

"For destroying you," Xander said, an honest touch of sadness in his voice. "That even now I am not thinking about the friend I have lost and how even now I want to throw you over the tomb and fuck you're brains out."

"Why not?" she asked confused. "It's still me, your good Slayer friend Buffy Summers. Where would I go?"

Xander turned to her surprised. She was certainly a sexpire, he could sense that without a problem. But she certainly seemed like herself. "You don't feel any different?"

"No of course, why would I," she said with a light laugh. "I am Buffy Summers, Slayer of vampires. Ok, I realize now that I am made for fucking, but sex is wonderful. Why would I want to do anything else?"

"You just sucked my cock in a crypt Buffy, does this strike you as odd?"

"No, why haven't we done it before?" she asked. "And can I do it again?"

Xander paused, for whatever reason she was still very much Buffy Summers, if now a nymphomaniac under his control. He thought that it would be more like a vampirism, with the person almost totally disappearing. Whatever the cause, maybe it was just her, maybe it was this way with all sexpires, maybe he had chosen it, he still needed to decide what to do now. Feeling that he was in control of his demonic side, maybe it was time to fuck Buffy.