It's Time to Fuck Buffy

"Yes," Xander decided, "There is no point in waiting any longer." The anticipation of years was about to be realized when suddenly the crypt door flew open.

"Sarah! What are you doing here?" Xander cried with frustration.

"I have found some suitable new sla..." she began, but then stopped when she saw Buffy, globs of Xander's dark come still on her face. "Who is THIS, Master?" she asked with arousal, not anger or jealousy in her voice.

"Sarah, meet Buffy Summers, the vampire slayer. Buffy, this is Sarah, my queen and your Mistress." With the introduction, Sarah gasped in surprise and Buffy dropped to one knee and lowered her head in deference.

"You impress me, Master. The slayer herself, already one of us!" Sarah exclaimed with obvious satisfaction. "This will be advantageous indeed! Rise, slayer. I may want you on your knees later, but for now stand and let me see you."

Buffy did as ordered, rising to her full height. In the dim light of the crypt Xander saw with pleasure that Buffy's eyes had turned glossy black like Sarah's, an outwarad sign of her corruption and servitude. Sarah walked over to and then around Buffy, looking her up and down like a piece of meat.

"Ooooh, yes, my dear Buffy," she breathed, "You will do QUITE nicely." Buffy shivered at the erotic compliment, still susecptible to Sarah's subliminal sexpire influence. "In fact, you will do ME quite nicely!" she giggled as she reached up to cup a breast and leaned in for a kiss.

Xander watched his two gorgeous slaves make out like porn stars right in front of him. His potent member instantly sprang again to life, and he started slowly stroking it as he voyeuristically took in the show.

Buffy responded strongly to Sarah's kiss, swirling her tongue in her queen's mouth and reaching up her own hands to massage her partner's impressive breasts. Involuntarily she straddled Sarah's leg and began grinding slowly up and down, leaving a shiny trail of wet arousal.

Sarah pushed Buffy away so that she fell back against the tomb, her legs still on the ground but her back against the cold stone. "Slut!" she accused, turning one of society's curses into a perverted compliment. Buffy smiled wantonly, taking the comment as it was intended. Sarah dropped to her knees in front of Buffy, moving her face in to the slayer's crotch. She inhaled deeply the sweet, musky aroma and felt a jolt of energy; her new self would thrive on such sensations. When she reached her tongue out and gently probed the folds of Buffy's pussy, both women stiffened with pleasure. Without further adieu, Sarah stuck her face right in Buffy's snatch and reached her arms around her hips, holding herself firmly against the slayer's hips, which quickly started bucking in obvious pleasure.

Buffy's moans were of pure ecstasy, and Xander found he had to slow his stroking not to lose it just from watching and hearing that. He knew there was lots more to this show, and he wanted to enjoy it all.