Fic: "Demon Sword" (2/5)

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Demon Sword (2/5)

Written by Calle Dybedahl

Cordelia

Cordelia's room was predictably stylish. Thick carpet, paintings on the walls, big four-poster bed, several large wardrobes, a couch, a table, some other stuff. It looked like you could take a picture of it and send it straight to an interior decoration magazine. Or, well, Buffy imagined it did. She didn't read those magazines. Maybe she might have, if she hadn't been busy with her slaying.

"Ok," Cordelia said. "How do you want to do this?"

Buffy stared at her.

"I?" she said. "I don't know. I've never done this before."

Cordelia smiled, sat down at the edge of her bed and leaned back, supporting herself with her arms. The pose stretched her already pretty tight red dress across her ample chest, and made her impressive cleavage even more so. Slowly, she put one leg over the other, pulling Buffy's attention further down to well-shaped legs bare from mid-thigh on down to pumps matching the color of the dress. She shook her head, making her lovely long hair drape itself nicely across her shoulders.

Buffy's mouth went dry and the room suddenly felt much warmer.

"Let's try that again, shall we," Cordelia said in a sultry voice. "How do you want this?"

Buffy swallowed. Or at least tried to. Cordelia trying to look seductive was... a whole lot of seductive.

"You're supposed to despoil me, right?" Cordelia said. "To tear my clothes off, have your wicked way with my innocent young body, ravish me for your own depraved pleasure?"

"I guess," Buffy whispered.

"Do you want me to fight?" Cordelia said. "Pretend like you're taking me against my will? There are plenty of belts in the wardrobes you could use to tie me up, and I'm sure you could find something to use as a gag."

Cordelia smiled again.

"Unless, that is," she said, "you want me to use my mouth for... something else."

In spite of what Buffy thought was right and proper, Cordelia's suggestions were getting to her. Her heart was beating faster, and bits and pieces of her were starting to feel all tense and tingly. As well as, in places, really wet.

Without further words, she walked up close to Cordelia. Standing right next to the bed beside her folded legs, Buffy reached down and took a solid hold of her dress right between her breasts. Without any visible effort, she lifted Cordelia so their faces were at the same height and pulled her close. She put her lips to Cordy's, pushing with her tongue until the cheerleader opened her mouth and accepted the kiss.

Cordelia tasted of lipgloss and salt. Her mouth was warm and soft and lovely. Buffy played with her tongue against Cordelia's until she could hear the dress start to tear from the unusual stress put upon it. Before it could tear seriously, she broke the kiss and threw Cordelia onto the bed. She landed on her back, instinctively trying to break the fall with her arms and with her legs slightly spread. She looked slightly shocked, and flushed with excitement.

"I don't think you fighting would make much of a difference, really," Buffy said. She reached down, took Cordelia's shoes off and dropped them on the floor. "What do you think?"

As an answer, Cordelia tried to kick Buffy in the face. Her leg hadn't even moved half the way there when Buffy caught it in a grip like iron. Cordelia gasped.

"Tying you up, now," Buffy said. "That actually sounds like fun."

She grabbed the other leg as well and turned Cordelia onto her stomach. She jumped onto the bed and landed straddling Cordelia's ass. She took hold of her arms and, with one hand, trapped them against her back. Rather than get up and find one of the belts Cordelia had mentioned, she one-handedly worked her own loose from around her waist. Taking her time while Cordelia vainly fought to get free, she wrapped the belt around the trapped wrists and pulled it tight.

"There," she said. Seeing no reason to resist the temptation to touch, she ran her hands across the smooth, warm skin of Cordelia's bare shoulders.

"Mmm," she said. "Feels nice. Does the rest of you feel as nice?"

Cordelia didn't reply. Buffy lifted herself a bit, turned her willing victim over on her back and sat down again, this time across her hips.

"I asked you a question," she said. Under her, Cordelia wriggled, trying to get her bound hands into a less uncomfortable position. The movements both felt nice against Buffy's crotch and made Cordelia's breasts move enticingly. She put her hands on them. Cordelia stopped moving.

Oh yeah. She could really get into this dominance thing, that was for sure. Particularly with someone as hot and as consistently annoying as Cordelia.

"Feels pretty good," she said. "Too much cloth, though. Not enough skin."

She took hold of the dress and pulled. It wasn't designed to take anything near Slayer strength, and tore like wet tissue when confronted with it. Cordelia's torso and a black lacy bra came into view.

"Hm," Buffy said. "Still a lot of coverage."

She lifted herself up again, tore the rest of the dress to shreds and threw the remains on the floor.

Cordelia's panties matched her bra. Of course. Also, as far as Buffy could see through the lace, she shaved her pubic area. And her panties were just as wet as Buffy's, if not more.

Buffy put her hands back on Cordelia's breasts. They were much bigger than her own. Too big to fit in her hands.

"Better," she said. "But still covered."

She ran a finger across one breast, through the valley between them and across the other one.

"Do you like this bra?" she said. "Do you want to keep it?"

Cordelia nodded.

"And the panties?"

Cordelia nodded again.

Buffy leaned forward until her breath mingled with Cordelia's.

"Give me a really good kiss and I'll take them off nicely," she said.

Cordelia hesitated for a moment, then raised her head until her mouth met Buffy's.

It was a good kiss. A really good kiss. Soft and forceful in just the right combination. Warm, pleasant and exciting. They kept at it for some time, until finally Cordelia broke off and laid her head down again. Both of them were panting.

"Right," Buffy said. "Nicely it is."

She got up from the bed and stood looking down at the near-naked Cordelia. She'd have to untie her arms in order to get the bra off. She briefly toyed with the thought of just unhooking it and pushing it up as far as it'd go, but dismissed it. She wanted Cordelia dressed in absolutely nothing. Except what was needed to tie her up.

Buffy looked around the room. Cordelia had said there was stuff in the wardrobes to tie her up with. She rummaged through one of them, and got four soft cloth belts from some dressing gowns. Of which Cordelia seemed to have at least a dozen, which seemed ridiculously many to Buffy. But to each their own.

She returned to the bed.

"Raise your hips," she said.

Cordelia did as she was told, and Buffy pulled her panties off.

Oh yeah, she was shaved all right. Or possibly waxed. Or something else expensive and high-tech. She ran a finger quickly down the engorged and slick labia, getting a loud gasp in response. She was very tempted to slide a finger inside, to see what kind of reaction that would get. But first things first.

She grabbed a foot and tied it to one of the lower bedposts, then tied the other foot to the other post. It didn't leave Cordelia's legs as widely spread as she'd hoped, but that was a problem for later. She moved to the top of the bed and sat down by Cordelia's head.

"Sit up," she said. Again, she was obeyed.

She untied the hands and undid the bra clasp.

"Take it off," she said.

As Cordelia slid it down her arms, Buffy reached around her back and cupped her now-naked breasts.

"Oh, that's much better," she said. She rolled the nipples between her fingers, feeling them quickly stiffen. She kissed Cordelia's neck, just because. She felt her shiver slightly at the touch.

"Do you like this?" she asked.

Once more, Cordelia nodded.

"Did you lose your voice?" Buffy asked.

"No," Cordelia said.

"Oh darn," Buffy said. "I was hoping there for a moment."

She gave Cordelia's nipples a last little pinch, then let go and got off the bed. Not bothering to ask, she simply pushed Cordelia down again, pulled her arms to the head-end bedposts and tied them there. Finally, she looked down at her handiwork.

Naked, excited, spread-eagled Cordelia.

Nice.

"Right," she said. "Where were we? Despoiling, right?"

She frowned.

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"I'm pretty sure this is a good start," Cordelia said, pulling at her bonds.

"What if it isn't?" Buffy said. "Maybe I should call and ask?"

She pretended to hold a phone to her ear.

"Hello? Wesley? Hi. You see, I have Cordelia tied naked to the bed here. What do you think I should do to her?"

Cordelia glared at her.

"That's not funny," she said.

"Yes it is," Buffy said. "But his head would probably explode, so better not do that. We already had one dead Watcher this year. Another one and we go over quota."

I'm babbling, she realized. My mouth is running so I don't have to decide what to do next. What was I going to do next?

"Right," she said out loud. "Despoiling. Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure it involves me being naked."

She stripped. Much faster and with less tearing of cloth than the undressing of Cordelia, but also a lot less fun. On the other hand, she needed something to wear when she left.

Cordelia was watching her the entire time. She spun around.

"Do you like what you see?" she said.

Cordelia nodded.

"Do you want to touch?"

Another nod.

"To bad your hands are tied, then," Buffy said. "Although I guess you could use your mouth some."

She climbed onto the bed again, and stood on all fours straddling Cordelia. Slowly, she moved forward and lowered herself until her right nipple touched Cordelia's mouth. The captive girl eagerly wrapped her lips around it.

The feeling made Buffy gasp.

"Oh, that's good," she said.

She pulled it out, and moved her other breast to take its place. It felt just as good as the first. She lowered her hips until her crotch touched Cordelia's stomach. She tried to rub herself against her, but the angle was wrong and Cordelia was too soft. It fast got frustrating.

She rose up to standing on her hands and knees across Cordelia, then moved downwards until she could comfortably reach her pussy. Which she did. She laid her right hand on it, and gently rubbed. Instantly, Cordelia's hips rose in an attempt to get more pressure.

"Another thing I'm pretty sure of," Buffy said, "is that despoiling involves getting something inside here."

As she said the word 'here', she circled Cordelia's vaginal opening with a finger. A shudder went all along Cordelia's body.

"Do you agree?" she asked.

"Yes," Cordelia said. Her voice was sounding really rough. "Please."

"Not so sure if it includes playing with this, though."

As she spoke, she slid her finger upwards along the slick groove, and at 'this' she put pressure on Cordelia's clitoris. This time she got more of a whole-body twitch than just a shudder, as well as an audible groan. She moved her finger down again, and pushed the tip of it almost inside Cordelia.

"Do you think this will do?" she said. "Or should I go find something bigger?"

"Please," Cordelia gasped. She was panting now, and she was opening and closing her hands as if trying to grab something that wasn't there.

"Please what?" Buffy said, slowly moving her finger in a little circle.

"Please fuck me," Cordelia breathed. "Please fuck my pussy with your fingers."

Right, a rational little voice in Buffy's head said. If I'd made a list this morning of things Cordelia Chase will never ever in a million years say to me, those exact words would've been pretty darn near the top.

She slid her finger inside.

"Oh fuck yes," Cordelia gasped. "Like that. Oh, Buffy."

Buffy curled her finger and started moving it slowly in and out. Cordelia's hips were moving constantly now, and the muscles in her legs were pulling hard against the ropes holding the legs to the bed.

With a wicked grin, Buffy bent down, put her mouth squarely on Cordelia's clitoris and sucked at the same time as she let two more fingers join the first when pushing into her.

The result was akin to an explosion. Cordelia screamed. Her back arched. Her vaginal muscles clenched down on Buffy's fingers, as if trying to keep them inside. Buffy kept moving and sucking until the orgasm died down, and there was only a brief moan every time her fingers entered their warm embrace.

She laid down on top of Cordelia, face to face. Strands of hair stuck to Cordelia's sweat-glowing forehead, and she looked liked she'd ran a marathon. Buffy couldn't resist kissing her, nor, indeed, saw any reason to even try resisting.

"Do you know what?" she said after she'd broken the kiss.

"What?" Cordelia said.

"I don't think you're despoiled enough yet."

Cordelia's voice trembled as she replied.

"You're the boss," she said.

Buffy sat up, then turned around so she was facing Cordelia's hips. She scooted up until her own pussy was over Cordelia's face. And, as a bonus, she could easily play with Cordelia's breasts.

"If you can't figure out what to do," she said, "I'll go find a whip."

The only response was a warm, wet mouth touching her vulva. It felt very nice.

"Oh, good girl," she gasped. She put her hands on Cordelia's breasts, then closed her eyes and just enjoyed. Not that she had a lot of experience with oral sex, but as far as she could tell Cordelia was doing it really, really well.

She lost track of time. After a while, she stopped playing with Cordelia's breasts. She leaned forward until she was lying down on her, making sure not to move her sex out of Cordelia's reach. Wave after wave of pleasure moved through her, getting infinitesimally stronger every time until they blotted out the world and she screamed her passion into the exploding white light.

Some time later saw her helping Cordelia massage life back into her arms and legs. There were visible marks around her wrists and ankles where she'd strained against the belts tying her to the bed. According to Buffy's experienced eyes, they'd be bruises pretty soon.

"Sorry," she said.

Cordelia looked at her.

"What for?" she said.

Buffy indicated the marks.

"Oh, that," Cordelia said. "No problem. The girls will just wonder who I got them with."

Oh-kay, Buffy thought and decided not to pursue that line of inquiry any further.

"Will you tell them?" she said.

"That I slept with you?" Cordelia laughed. "Not in a million years."

"Thanks, I guess," Buffy said.

They dressed in silence.

And got into the car in silence.

And drove all the way back to the school.

It wasn't until they were almost by the library doors that Cordelia stopped walking and spoke again.

"Buffy?" she said.

Buffy looked quizzically at her.

"That was really good," she said.

"Yeah," Buffy agreed. "It was. Not that I have a lot to compare with, of course, but I liked this. Quite a lot."

"Maybe we could do it again some time?"

Willow's face flashed for Buffy's inner eye.

"Maybe," she said, weakly. "Some time."

Like when Hell has frozen over, she thought to herself.

Cordelia looked at her for several long moments.

"Right," she finally said.

She looked away and walked the remaining few steps into the library.

Proceed to next part.