Fic: "Demon Sword" (3/5)

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Demon Sword (3/5)

Written by Calle Dybedahl

Faith

Buffy looked around the room. It was a normal class room in Sunnydale High School. First floor, east wing. She'd had classes in here any number of times. Mostly math.

Faith locked the door behind them and dropped a canvas bag on the teacher's desk.

"Sorry about this," she said. "But well, it'd feel weird to have someone drive us out to my place and then wait outside while we had our little fun."

"It's all right," Buffy said. "I totally understand."

Well, it was better than doing it in the library. And Faith's place wasn't particularly nice either, to be honest.

"What's in the bag?" she asked.

Faith shrugged.

"Couple of toys," she said. "Went back home to get them while you were off with Cordy."

Buffy couldn't quite work up the courage to ask what kind of toys. Her imagination was quite enough, and she didn't want it confirmed.

"So what do we do now?" she said.

"Well, duh," Faith said. "We fuck."

"I was thinking in a little more detail than that."

Faith took her coat off and threw it on a chair. This left her dressed in boots, black leather pants, white tank top and definitely no bra under the top. She kind of made Buffy feel overdressed.

"Well," Faith said. "I kind of have this philosophy. It goes 'want'."

She demonstratively looked Buffy up and down, then walked up close to her.

"'Take'," she said and put a hand on the back of Buffy's head.

"'Have'," she finished, and pulled Buffy into a kiss.

It was a good kiss. Very different from Cordelia's. Rougher, more forceful, more urgent. Still very nice. Buffy put her arms around Faith's waist and let herself get into the feeling. A warm hand cupped her left breast, trying to tease the nipple through her blouse and bra. It didn't work so well. She broke the kiss.

"Let me help you with that," she said while she took a couple of steps back.

Slowly, teasingly, she unbuttoned her blouse. She watched Faith's face the whole time, saw her intently stare at Buffy's chest and lick her lips. Being so obviously wanted sent a wave of excitement all through her body.

She dropped the blouse to the floor. She reached behind her back and undid her bra clasp, but didn't let it fall yet.

"Show me yours," she said.

Without a word, Faith pulled her tank top over her head and blindly threw it to the side. Her breasts were beautiful, nicely round and firm. And, again, bigger than Buffy's.

"Nice," she said.

She tossed her hair back, and let her bra slowly slide down her arms and to the floor. She wiggled her chest a little.

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

"Oh yeah," Faith said. "Come here."

Buffy walked back to her. Again, they kissed. Both topless this time, their breasts squashing against each other. Buffy put her hands lower down this time, on Faith's leather-covered buttocks. She more felt than heard Faith moan through the kiss. Soon after, she felt Faith squeeze a hand in between. It started unbuttoning her jeans, and more than occasionally move a a little further down to stroke her still-covered pussy. She moved her hips to make it easier for Faith to reach. The buttons started coming undone faster, and pretty soon the teasing strokes were coming only on the outside of her panties, thus much increasing the pleasure of them. She closed her eyes and kissed her way from Faith's mouth over her neck up to her earlobe. She took it into her mouth and gently nibbled on it. She was rewarded with a groan and a hard push on her clitoris, which made her groan in turn.

As if on a signal, they both took a step back. They stood there for a moment, panting and looking at each other.

"We need to get naked," Faith said.

"Pretty much now," Buffy agreed.

They set to it, frantically removing the rest of the clothes. In spite of Faith wearing less, Buffy got hers off first as Faith struggled with her leather pants.

"Want help with that?" Buffy asked, trying to sound as innocent as she could.

There was no reply.

"Ok," Buffy said. "I'll just wait, then."

She pulled a chair to her and sat down on it, facing Faith. She spread her legs very wide, and started slowly stroking her own naked sex. Occasionally, she brought a glistening wet finger to her mouth and licked it clean.

Faith's efforts to get her recalcitrant pants off redoubled. When she finally succeeded, her underwear followed a split second later.

Buffy smiled at her. With great deliberation, she slid a finger into herself and pulled it out again covered with her own juices.

"Do you want this?" she said. With the same deliberate slowness, she smeared her nipples with the clear viscous liquid.

"If you do," she said, "why don't you come get it?"

She could see Faith swallow heavily, her eyes more or less glued to Buffy's finger slowly circling her erect nipple. To her surprise, Faith didn't pounce on her like a starving lion. Instead, she calmly walked over to her, put her hands under Buffy's arms and fairly gently picked her up. She gave Buffy a brief kiss on the lips, then put her down by the teacher's desk and bent her face-down over it. Gently but firmly, she nudged Buffy's feet until she spread her legs wide.

"Faith?" Buffy said. "What are we doing?"

Faith pulled her canvas bag to her and opened its zipper. Buffy couldn't quite see what she took out of it, but it seemed to have quite a few straps and things. She'd just started to feel a bit alarmed when a finger slid along her vulva, from her vaginal opening to her clitoris. She closed her eyes and groaned.

"Don't worry, B," Faith said. "You're going to like this."

There were rustling sounds for a brief while, and then the blessed hand returned to play with Buffy's sex. She laid her head down on her arms and decided to simply enjoy whatever it was that Faith was doing.

That plan came to nothing when something hard and slightly cold first touched her opening and then slowly but very firmly pushed inside her.

"Faith!" she exclaimed, arching her back and half-voluntarily spreading her legs even further apart. After the first few instants of surprise and discomfort, it started feeling good. Really, really good. As the thing bottomed out inside her and started pulling out again, she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Faith's hands were on her hips, holding on.

"Damn, B," Faith said from behind her. "I wish you could see yourself like this. I think it's the sexiest thing I've seen in my entire life."

Buffy twisted her head around as much as she could and looked back at Faith. She was wearing a harness thing around her hips, and a worryingly large bright blue plastic dildo was sticking out from the front of it. And into herself. As she watched, Faith moved her hips forward again, pushing the dildo back inside Buffy. Harder and faster this time. Which felt even better. Buffy failed to keep from moaning out loud. She put her head down again, but like before the restful position didn't last. A few more strokes, and a hand took hold of the hair at the back of her head and pulled, forcing her to raise her head and arch her back again. Almost as soon as there was room for it between herself and the tabletop, another hand slid in and cupped her breast. With that hand holding her up, the one in her hair let go and moved on to the free tit. Buffy put her arms under her, to take a bit of her weight. She wasn't even trying to be quiet any more. With every stroke of the strap-on, every pinch on her nipples, every time Faith's hips slapped against her ass she made a sound. The moaned, yelped, gasped and, when the plastic rod hit a particularly good spot inside her, cried out.

"Do you like this?" she heard Faith say. "Do you like being fucked by me?"

It wasn't quite her conscious self that cried out in agreement and begged to be fucked harder, faster, more. Words came out of her mouth that she never would have imagined saying, and definitely not to Faith.

One of Faith's hands left Buffy's breast and travelled down along her flank. It reached her hip, and then went in over her belly and finally ended up roughly rubbing her clitoris.

Buffy exploded.

Or that was at least pretty much what it felt like. Orgasm hit her instantly and totally. She screamed, bucked and thrashed about like a wild animal for an instant and an eternity, before she collapsed into an exhausted heap.

"Damn, B," Faith said from above her. She sounded amused. "You broke the desk."

Broke the desk?

Buffy opened her eyes. In front of her, the edge of the desk was missing two fist-sized pieces right where she'd been holding on to it.

"Oh," she said, but she was feeling far too good to be able to worry about it.

She felt Faith break contact with her ass as she stepped back. Strangely, the plastic presence in her vagina stayed put. She looked over the shoulder to see what was happening.

Faith had unstrapped herself from the toy, leaving it sticking out of Buffy. Buffy wished she could see it. It must look so... wanton. Excitement started to rise inside her again.

"Turn over," Faith said.

"Huh?" Buffy said, her mind still pretty much blown from the orgasm.

Rather than explain, Faith took hold of her and turned her over on her back. She pulled the strap-on out of Buffy, resulting in a surprised gasp from the blonde Slayer.

"Oh," Buffy said. "That kind of turn over."

"What kind did you expect?" Faith said. She started putting the strap-on's harness on around Buffy's hips.

"Um, the kind where my face end up around your middle," Buffy said.

"Tempting," Faith said. "But right now I want this."

She pushed Buffy further up on the desk, and then climbed up after her until she was standing on her hands and knees over Buffy. She reached down and positioned the top of the dildo at her opening, then slowly lowered herself onto it. She closed her eyes and let out a long, contended sigh as the rod went into her. Slowly, she rose up again until it almost slipped out of her, den lowered herself until her ass touched Buffy's hips.

Buffy looked on, entranced. She'd never seen anything nearly as sexy as Faith fucking herself against her. She tried to fix her gaze at everything at once. The blue plastic sliding in and out of Faith's vagina. The generous breasts' gently swinging movement above her. The expression of pure bliss on Faith's face.

She lifted her hands and cupped Faith's breasts. Felt their weight, warmth and firm softness. She squeezed and stroked them, and the nipples quickly stiffened under her touch.

"Do you like it when I touch you?" She said. "My hands on your tits?"

Faith nodded vigorously, eyes still closed.

"What about this?" Buffy said.

She rose up on her elbows and caught Faith's left nipple between her lips. She gently teased it with her teeth and repeatedly circled it with her tongue.

Faith gasped.

Buffy switched to the other breast. While not as incredibly pleasant as being fucked had been, this certainly was a lot of fun. She lay back down again, and pulled Faith with her, momentarily forcing her to stop moving with the dildo all the way inside her. Buffy took Faith's face in her hands and kissed her, deep and hard, intensely relishing both the intimate contact and the other woman's weight on top of her. She stroked Faith's back, all the way down to her lovely muscular ass.

Faith broke the kiss and started moving again, but remained leaning much further forward than before. Enough so that her breasts touched Buffy's on every thrust. Not wanting to lose that contact but still needing to do something, Buffy reached down between them to the top of Faith's vulva. She gently probed among the sensitive slick folds until she found the hard nub nestling within them. She kept her hand stationary there, letting Faith's own movement make her rub it back and forth over her fingertip. Faith picked up her pace, and started audibly gasping with every stroke. She went faster and faster, pushing herself harder and harder against Buffy's hips and fingers, until she suddenly stopped. She froze, every muscle in her body tense as a steel wire and her face in a fairly hideous grimace. A long, drawn-out whimpering came from her. Buffy stayed perfectly still, just watching, until Faith finally relaxed and collapsed over her. Then she gently kissed her brow.

They untangled from each other and dressed in silence. There was a huge number of unspoken words filling the air between them. Buffy felt as if she ought to do something about it, but she had no idea where to start. Faith suddenly looked vulnerable, as if a layer of armor around her had for a moment been lifted, and Buffy just didn't know how to handle that. It looked almost as if this hadn't just been sex for Faith, but something more.

Buffy knew even less how to handle that.

"Are we good?" she said, immediately regretting the shallowness of the words. She could almost see the layers of protective personality snap back into place as the words sunk into Faith.

"Yeah," Faith said. "Why wouldn't we be?"

The words sounded strained. A bit too cocky and confident. Like protective coloring.

"Just checking," Buffy said. "Shall we return to the others?"

"You go on ahead," Faith said. "Still need to get down and dirty with Red before sunrise, right? I'll stay a little and clean that off."

She nodded towards the strap-on that lay discarded on the broken desk.

"Yeah," Buffy said. "Ok."

She started to leave, but stopped in the doorway.

"Faith?" she said.

The darker Slayer turned towards her a little too fast.

"Yes?" she said.

"Nothing," Buffy said, despising herself for her cowardice. "See you later."

She walked away, closing the door behind her.

Proceed to next part.