Buffy & The Daughters of Gaia Ch. 03

"But Meg..."

"Obey me!" Buffy screamed, making all the girls freeze. Xander looked up from the grass, where he was sat pulling off a sock. When she saw him looking, Buffy mellowed and blew him a kiss.

"Don't worry, you big stud, you're still going to get to fuck us all, if you want."

Xander flipped onto his back and began to yank off his boxer shorts. "Oh man! I knew all those years of humiliation at the hands of Cordelia and Harmony would have to balance out sometime! Thank the powers that be! This is going to be pay back and then some!"

As he wriggled his last garment free, he was suddenly surrounded by the five young, nubile women. Everywhere he looked, he could see bare breasts, smooth skin and inviting pussies. He had died and gone to Xander heaven. Oh, yes!

Ten hands began to caress his flesh. They were everywhere. Stroking his chest; caressing his arms; dancing along his thighs and curling around his quickly stiffening cock. Buffy kissed his nipple on one side; Faith the nipple on the other. He watched as they traced wet sticky trails with their tongues across his pecs, until they met in the middle and treated him to the sight of a long French kiss. How often he had dreamed of the sight! Their glistening tongues writhed in the space between their mouths, tiny strands of saliva stretching between them.

As he watched Buffy and Faith kissing, Xander felt someone plant tiny kisses on his ankles and begin to work her way up the inside of his left leg. He could feel a warm tongue flick out and lick him with each press of the lips. Glancing between the nearly touching breasts of the two Slayers, he could just see bright red hair drape his thighs. Willow reached his groin and began to see if she could coat every spare inch of his scrotum in her saliva.

He groaned and let his head slip back down to the grass. As he did so, a shadow fell across his face and Dawn lowered her ruby lips to his. With endearing hesitancy, she licked his lips. The sweet taste of her filled his mouth. Even as he lifted a hand to cup her tiny breasts, he felt her sister's mouth envelope his nipple, again. Another thrill went through him as he felt Faith do the same. Lost in the tender caress of the five young girls, he surrendered to the pleasure. He barely noticed as Anya lifted his arm by the wrist and guided his hand to her juicy pussy. In those sticky depths, his fingers began to work of their own volition.

His tongue pushed its way eagerly into Dawn's mouth. When she gave a little bob of joy, her long hair swung loose and drifted against the side of his face. As he found the pleasures of her little tongue, he felt Willow lick a trail up the shaft of his cock. His breath caught as she sucked it into her mouth and began to milk it.

Laying there in the glade, he drifted under their combined assault. Waves of pleasure washed across him. One hand held a young breast, his other ploughed into his girlfriend's wanton cunt. His mouth explored the delights Dawn had to offer. Even his chest was not neglected, as he felt Buffy and Faith grinding their breasts against him, their nipples hard and poking into him. However, the greatest wonder of them all was the sheer skill with which Willow swallowed his length. Where had she learned such things? He doubted that it was from Oz. Like a snake, her tongue slithered around his glans as she sucked him. Each time she thrust him into her mouth she took him as deep as he could go. Her lips pulsed in tight waves along his rigid flesh.

His moans of exquisite delight were breathed into the mouth of Buffy's little sister.

How long they worked on him, he did not know; time seemed to stretch and contract wildly. Finally, he could take it no longer. With a gasping shudder, he heaved and began to pump his warm, creamy cum into Willow's sucking mouth. She sank him deep and surrounded his throbbing shaft with her throat. Each pulse shot a jet from his balls into her receptive embrace. The final twitches of his spitting staff were so pleasurable that he saw spots before his eyes. Dimly, he was aware of the four girls whispering something, but he could not make out what it was.

"Oh, Jeez!" Exhausted and utterly spent, he lay in a pool of sunshine surrounded by beautiful women. They had taken every drop from his body. Bliss washed over him. Happily, he grinned at Anya and Buffy, "And there was me hoping to get inside one of you. Ha. No chance now, I'm done!"

Buffy reached out and gently cupped his empty balls, "Oh, we'll see about that."

"Gaia, Mother of Nature, look with favour upon your Daughter's prayer. Gaia, Maiden of springtime, bring freshness upon this man. Gaia, Well of life, fill this spring again."

As the words finished, Xander felt his scrotum swell and become tight as it filled with fresh spunk.

"Oh, man!"

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"Owww!"

Faith hid her grin and slammed the bag with another left hook. It bounced and the force shook Anya loose. She tottered away from the other side and rubbed her sore arm.

"Stop that! You're doing that on purpose!"

"Look, Babe. I'm a Slayer. We're strong. I know you are. So stop whining and hold on."

"I'm only strong when I'm in my demon form."

"Well then..."

She did not finish the sentence because the door to the alley behind the Magic Shop was smashed inward. Bullthrax strode into the training room, his long white hair cascading down the back of his bearskin jerkin. Instead of his axe, this time he was holding a five foot broadsword.

"Anyanka, you mould from a dog's prick, I am here to relieve you of your lifeblood!"

"Bullthrax, will you just knock it off and quit, already!"

"Never, you pock-faced wretch! It is a matter of honour. A true warrior would never forgive such a thing as you did. I have sworn a mortal oath that you will die by my blade."

He strode toward the little blonde. Faith stepped between them. "I don't think so, Snow White. Give me one good reason why I should let you kill her."

"Because she is a blight to all who know her. Her stink rots the very air around her. No blade is sharper than that Harpy's tongue. The world would be a better place without her!"

Faith looked at him for a moment and then stepped aside, "Okay, you convinced me."

Anya's jaw dropped in disbelief. "What!"

Bullthrax strode a step closer and sliced at her with his blade. The steel cut through the air where she would have been if she had not ducked.

"Faith, stop messing about and help me!"

The Slayer folded her arms and watched as the Sorval demon repeatedly swung his sword at the Vengeance demon. He was sloppy, but effective. Each time, Anya only just avoided the swipe. When it cleaved above her head and cut a groove in the swinging punch bag, she managed to duck behind Faith.

"Help me, dammit! Buffy said you should protect me. That sword is magical, it will kill me!"

Faith gave her a wry smile. "Oh, come on. You're not in any real danger. If you wanted to, you would just 'port away. Besides, this is fun."

"Fun! Fun! You call watching me get chased around a room by a psychotic with a broadsword, fun?"

"Hell, yeah!"

Miffed, Anya watched Bullthrax's blade sweep toward her and teleported away. Or rather did not. The only reason she was not there when the blade swept through where she had been standing, was that Faith had yanked her backward.

"Don't piss about. Teleport."

"I can't!"

"What? Why?"

"This is why you putrid, painted faced whore."

Bullthrax was gloatingly waving a wooden disc that hung from a cord around his neck. "I had a shaman make me a Talisman of Binding. She can't leave the room in which this token is present."

Faith seemed about to say something when she frowned and stopped. "Did you just call me a putrid faced whatsit?"

"A putrid, painted faced whore. Yes, you loathsome Jezebel."

Now, it was Anya's turn to gloat. "Big mistake, Bullthrax."

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Xander swirled his tongue in Buffy's mouth, sipping at the nectar of her saliva and marvelling at its sweetness. She had straddled his chest, grinding her slick slit against his nipple while bending almost double to kiss him. Beside him, Dawn had her mouth fastened onto his throat, sucking a love bite up from his flesh. Anya still writhed on his questing fingers. On his other side, Willow was licking into his ear and nibbling at his earlobe. That only left Faith, who was sucking his slowly hardening cock.

Moans of delight, groans of pleasure and the wet sucking noises made by the eager young women, all mixed into one euphoric melody. Xander's pleasure centres were on overload. They flicked rapidly from enjoying the hot, moist slippery flesh inside Anya's twitching pussy, to the feel of Dawn's soft lips against his sweaty skin. Her sister was leaving a wet sticky trail on his stomach and Willow's flexible tongue was curling deep into his ear. Combine all that with the mouth of the girl who had taken his virginity working on getting his shaft to stand up, and Xander was floating in paradise.

"Oh, Buffy," he moaned as she drew her mouth away. "I want you. I've wanted you since the day I first saw you."

Framed by her golden hair, she gave a little smile. "Then you shall have me. If that is what you want."

"More than anything."

Hearing that, Buffy pressed her palms against his chest and scooted her hips backward. Faith took his hardened cock from her mouth and guided it into Buffy's sopping gash. The blonde Slayer sighed as his length slid into her slippery passage. Tiny squelches sounded as she twitched her hips and wriggled him deeper. Xander's fingers slipped out of Anya and he used both hands to grasp hold of Buffy's firm breasts, squeezing and moulding them as she rose and sank on his pole.

Dawn's lips brushed his ear. "Fuck her. Fuck my sister for me. I want you to pump that nice cock of yours into her cunt until she cums. Fuck her, Xander."

Anya reached over and tweaked his nipple. "Yes, darling. Pump that pretty pussy for us. Poke her and splash your hot, sticky cum into her little kitty."

Xander whimpered when he felt Faith press her face down between his legs, and beneath Buffy, to lick at his shaft as it plunged in and out. Each time Buffy's silken flesh slithered upward, Faith would follow it with long lashes of her tongue, eagerly licking up their combined juices.

Together, Dawn and Willow began to lick an ear each. The feeling of a tongue slithering inward from each side at once was making him squirm with delight. All the time, Anya caressed his nipples, urging him onward.

"Fuck her, Sweetie. Do her for me. Slide your cock into her juicing cunt and gush into her. Make your creamy spunk dribble from her wet gash and her sister will lick it up."

"OOOHHHH, Fuck this feels good," he gasped, surrounded by writhing bodies. His hips bucked and corkscrewed his rod into Buffy with a steady rhythm. He could feel the weight where her hands supported her against his chest; felt it increase as she drew herself up his cock. When just the tiny slit on the end of his glans was still in contact with her slick flesh, she reversed course and slammed her hips down so that he buried himself as deep as he could in her womb. Their wet thighs mashed with a loud slapping each time. She groaned as his hands plucked and pulled at her nipples, teasing the tingling buds. As she threw her head back and began to grind faster, her sister reached across and stroked her fiery clit.

"OHHH YEEESSSS. THAT'S IT! JUST THERE!"

Dawn swirled her tongue in Xander's ear as she twisted to watch her sister cum. Her fingertips danced across her love button and pushed her over the edge.

"I'M CUUMMMMIIIINNNGGG!" she screeched, violently rutting up and down. Xander gasped as he felt her internal muscles clamp down and squeeze him. The pulsing rhythm of her orgasm was too much for him and he cut loose. A fountain of his spunk burst up into her spasming crevice. Gobs of his white juice pumped into her heavenly hole. Their cries of delight mingled in the same way as did their love juices.

"YES! YES! YES!" Buffy squealed, grinding out a circular pattern against his hips as she slowly stirred his cock about inside herself. Weakly, she hung her head forward and her hair brushed his heaving chest. For several minutes, she sat in his saddle and let the waves die away. Finally, she lifted a leg and swung it across him, dismounting. With a little plop, his sticky cock slipped from her with a cascade of cum following it. Faith's hungry mouth went to work cleaning it all away. He could do no more than lie there and gulp for air. Until he felt a hand cup his balls.

"Time for your tribute to enter the third gate of woman," Buffy said, looking not at him, but at Dawn.

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The vaulting horse disintegrated into a pile of splintered wood as Bullthrax crashed through it. The large demon skidded along the floor and came to rest amid the shattered timber. He did not have time to rise. Faith was upon him before he even came to a halt. She landed on his back and rode him as if he were a toboggan. One hand tangled in his hair, the other balled into a fist and slammed into the back of his head. As the impact knocked his face into the floor, she yanked on the hair and pulled his head back up to collide with her descending fist.

"Call me a fuckin' whore, would ya? Well, who's the one that's taking the pounding now, Conan?"

She punctuated each word with a blow to the back of his head. Flexing his mighty arms, Bullthrax managed to twist onto his back. Faith was too nimble to be trapped beneath him; sliding around him as he rolled, to finish straddling his chest and punching him in the face.

"Who's a fuckin' Jezebel, now, eh?"

Spitting in his face she curled both hands in the hair on either side of his head and used it as a handle to slam his head repeatedly into the floor.

"I'm sick of goddam mouthy demons thinking they're better than me!"

Rocking backward, she pulled up with her hands at the same time. This made his head come up and his body arch. As his face reached chest height, she slammed her head down and butted him on the bridge of his nose. The splintering crack was so very satisfying.

The blinding pain galvanised Bullthrax; he interlocked his hands together above his head and brought them down like a hammer. The impact was so great that Faith sailed through the air, skidding to a stop against the far wall. Through her blurry vision, she saw him stagger to his feet and recover his sword. He then tottered toward Anya.

"Hey, Bullwinkle! Ya missing something, Babe?"

The demon turned to see Faith hold up the wooden talisman. With an animal grin, she snapped it in half. "Anya, scram. Me and Arnold here have a few things to discuss."

She did not need her vision to clear for her to know when Anya teleported. Bullthrax's howl of rage told her that. Shaking her head, she tried to stand. Her legs became jelly and she collapsed. She could just make out a large yellow blur heading for her. She whispered encouragement to herself, "C'mon, c'mon. Get up girl! Otherwise you're going to be responsible for activating another Slayer, and you don't want to do that, do you?"

When she was in a half-crouch, she leapt to the side. Sparks sprang from his blade as it sliced a groove in the floor. Finding she had leapt the wrong way, she was cornered. As things swam back into focus, she cast her eyes about. This was the training room, after all; weapons adorned every wall.

Except where she had ended up.

"That's something I'll have to point out to Giles, if I live that long," she thought. The nearest weapon was in a rack just by the demon. It was a short sword. Not much, only having a foot long blade, but better than nothing.

Diving toward the weapons rack, she nearly made it. The Sorval saw her intent and leapt to intercept her. Reaching out, his hand grasped her by the throat and slammed her into the wall beside the wooden shelves. Snarling, he pulled his sword arm back and then plunged it forward.

Faith cried out in pain as his sword pierced her shoulder and punched out of her back, to pin her against the wall. Her left hand came up and grabbed the blade as he tried to twist it, to widen the wound. She grimaced as she felt the hot gush of her own blood cascade down across her breast, making her T-shirt cling with its stickiness.

Bullthrax sneered as he tried to free the blade from her grasp. "You see, girl. You have fought well and brave, but in the end, you were no match for a true warrior!"

"Go to Hell!"

"Ah, defiant to the last. I shall cut out your heart and eat it to honour your bravery."

He leaned in close to her face. She could smell the rotting meat stench of his breath. His arm muscles flexed as he continued to exert pressure on the blade. It took every ounce of strength she had to hold it still and keep it from twisting.

"Time to die," he whispered in a noxious hiss.

"I couldn't agree more!"

The fingertips of her right hand finally closed around the hilt of the short sword and she drew it from the wall in a swift arc. Her fist swept up between their bodies and plunged the blade up to its hilt in his belly. His eyes bulged in shock and pain as she began to saw the blade up his chest, spilling his guts in coils at her feet.

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Xander just could not believe how lucky he was. His beautiful girlfriend helped him to his knees to make room for Dawn. Casting a hesitant look at Buffy, the younger Summers rolled onto her hands and knees before him. She then bent forward and placed her cheek against the moist earth, her small, rounded arse raised before him.

He gave an incredulous look to both Anya and Buffy. "I can't. I mean... It wouldn't be right."

Buffy took hold of his prick and began to stroke it back and forth.

"Of course you can. It's what she wants you to do. Fuck her up the ass. You know you want to. Do it. Fuck her in the ass. Make my young sister buck as you slide your meat into her back passage. Enjoy yourself."

He twisted to face his girlfriend, "Ahn?"

"Sure, why not? Knock yourself out. Have a blast."

Xander returned his gaze to Dawn's upthrust buttocks. Faith knelt beside her and drew them apart. Her actions revealed the pale pink, puckered hole between them. Xander moistened his lips as he looked at it. His cock was stiffening rapidly.

"Here," said Willow, "let me make it slippery for you."

Pushing her face down between Dawn's spread cheeks, she flicked her tongue over the forbidden flesh. The teenager quivered as she felt the tongue slide across her arsehole. With an expert touch, Willow traced circles around the crinkled hole, leaving glistening trails of saliva. She knelt behind Dawn and wetly licked at her most private area. Around and around, she drew her tongue. With teasing slowness, her circles gradually diminished in diameter, until her tongue tip rested in the very centre of Dawn's puckered arsehole.

Firming her tongue into a point, Willow began to press it hard against the sphincter muscle. With a gasp, Dawn felt it give slightly and the tongue sink into her. She moaned at the dirtiness of it; knelt on the grass with another girl's tongue up her ass and several people watching, one of whom was itching to bury his cock in that forbidden place. It began to get her pussy very wet.

When she had her tongue as deep as she could get it, Willow suddenly began to bob her head, stabbing her tongue in and out.

"OHHH!" Dawn gasped.

Willow continued with tongue-fucking the teen's arsehole until Buffy placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's time, Ruth." Leaning in, Willow placed a tender kiss on the little rosebud, then moved away. Buffy guided Xander's cock forward.

"That's it. I want you to fuck her hard up the ass. Fuck my little sister's asshole, okay?"

Nodding, he pressed the head of his cock against the young girl's arsehole. He could feel the wrinkled flesh against his glans. It was wet and slippery from Willow's licking, but her tongue had caused it to gape a fraction. This gave him a hollow to settle into and he pressed gently forward. Dawn gave a little "Oommff" as he did so, wriggling her butt slightly. Placing a hand on either hip, Xander held her still. Pulling her body back against him, as he pushed forward, he accomplished his goal; his cock head began to slide into her.