~STOCKING
STUFFER~
(Merry
Christmas, Mistress!)
J
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Rating:
NC-17 Yeppers!! There be sex!!
Spoilers:
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Pairing:
Buffy/?
Summary:
Someone’s
dreaming!!
~HLM~
Buffy
found herself pushed up against the side of a crypt and held in place by a body
leaning heavily against her. It was
a dark corner of the cemetery. No
one would be coming by to inadvertently interrupt, nor would they know anyone
was there as the darkness was almost total. If you didn’t know they were there, you
wouldn’t be able to see them.
”Is this what you want, Slayer?” A soft whisper in Buffy’s ear as
hips where pressed into her ass causing her to shiver.
A
tongue slowly traced the outside of her ear as hands trailed up the outside of
her thighs. Buffy pressed back into
the warm body behind her. The hands
moved up to roughly cup her breasts as her earlobe was bit. Buffy moaned softly
as her nipples were pinched.
“Please?” She whimpered
softly.
“Hands
on the wall, and don’t move, Slayer.”
The soft voice whispered as her ear was released. A tongue trailed down the Slayer’s neck
to bite down as the hands roughly massaged her breasts.
Buffy
moaned softly as she complied with the voice’s directions, placing her hands
against the wall of the crypt. She
tilted her head to the side and back, allowing the mouth attached to her neck
greater access. She arched her
back, pressing her breasts into the hands upon her.
The
mouth sucking on her neck released its hold as it moved to bite along the column
of her neck. The hands on her
breasts pinched and pulled on her nipples through her blouse, releasing them to
quickly rip her shirt open. Buttons
flew as the hands roughly pushed her bra up out of the way before attacking her
breasts again.
Buffy
moaned and pressed into the warm hands as she pressed her ass back into the body
behind her.
“You
like it rough, don’t you, Slayer?”
The hands pinched and twisted her nipples as the body pressed against her
ass, pushing her hips into the crypt wall.
The mouth moved back up to suck her earlobe back into a warm mouth,
sucking hard and nipping it.
Releasing the breasts with a final pinch, the body pressed against her
back pushing her breasts into the rough surface of the crypt.
Buffy
moaned as her nipples scraped against the crypt wall.
The
hips pressed into her ass pulled back, but kept the pressure on her back as the
hands went to her hips, pulling her lower half away from the wall. A foot kicked her legs apart as a hand
quickly trailed down to squeeze her crotch through her jeans.
Buffy
moaned and pressed into the hand that started rubbing hard between her legs,
squeezing every now and then.
“Please?”
“Please
what, Slayer?” The mouth attached
itself to her neck again, sucking hard as the hand roughly squeezed below, hips
pressing into her ass again.
Buffy
groaned as her hips jerked with the rough treatment. She could feel the wetness spreading in
her jeans as her legs started to tremble and her nipples scraped on the
wall. “Please, fuck me.” She moaned again as a hand released the
button on her jeans.
“I
think you’d like that, Slayer.” A
tongue slipped into her ear for a moment, making the Slayer moan. The hand on her crotch squeezed again
before releasing and slowly moving away.
“Maybe I should just leave you like this. Wet and wanting.” The hand trailed up by the other one
near the Slayer’s waist as the mouth sucked on her earlobe again.
Buffy
whimpered and begged softly. “No,
please?” The body behind her pulled
back slightly, Buffy moving back with it to stay in contact.
The
hands slowly lowered the zipper on Buffy’s jeans. Then the hands cruelly moved slowly up
her abdomen, just the fingertips lightly trailing along her skin.
Buffy
moaned as goose bumps broke out on her body and she shuddered. She felt the mouth smile against her
neck.
The
fingers trailing up her body slowly circled her breasts, coming closer to the
nipples with each pass around, finally just barely brushing over her erect
nipples.
As
Buffy whimpered she heard a soft chuckle as teeth nipped along her neck. Buffy shuddered again. “Please?”
One
hand took pity and started massaging the Slayer’s breast as the other
torturously meandered its way back down her abdomen. A finger circled her navel before
dipping in as the other hand twisted her nipple.
Buffy
moaned and arched into the hand on her breast, her ass pressed back into the
body behind her.
The
hand on her abdomen slowly trailed lower, moving across her hip to her outer
thigh. The other hand moved down to
a similar position. As the mouth on
her neck bit down hard, the hands pushed her pants down a few inches. One hand trailed back up Buffy’s body to
her breast, while the other slowly moved up to press against her crotch.
Buffy
moaned and whimpered, trying to press into the hand on her crotch. “Please?”
The
mouth released it hold on her neck as the hand on the breast moved to the other
breast. The hand below slowly
trailing nails across the denim as it inched higher. “Quiet, Slayer.” A tongue traced around her ear.
Buffy
shuddered and moaned softly, pressing her aching body into whatever she
could.
The
soft chuckle was again heard as the hand below teased by the opening of Buffy’s
jeans, and the other pinched, rolling the erect nipple between finger and
thumb.
Buffy
whimpered pressing into the hand as her hips involuntarily jerked.
The
hand below finally entered the Slayer’s jeans. “Be quiet, Slayer. We wouldn’t want to attract
attention.” The voice softly
whispered in Buffy’s ear as footsteps were heard running nearby. The hand below sliding lower, squeezing
the Slayer’s clit between fingers on the way down.
Buffy
bit her lip and whimpered softly as her hips jerked again at the touch.
Both
hands froze when the Slayer whimpered.
“Shh.” The mouth latched
onto her earlobe again, biting it roughly.
“Make anymore sound, and I leave, Slayer.” They heard footsteps running off a ways,
again. “Maybe I should just stop
now, so you can go back to work, Slayer?”
The voice chuckled softly.
“Let you take out your frustration on the other creatures of the
night.”
Buffy
shook her head. “No. Please?” She whispered with a whimper as she
pressed into the body behind her.
“Please?”
The
soft chuckle was heard again as a tongue ran up and down her neck. The hands started moving again. “Someone might think you wanted this,
Slayer. Someone might think that
all you want is to be fucked.” Both
hands squeezed as teeth bit into her neck.
Buffy
arched and pressed into both hands, tilted her head and bit her lip to keep from
moaning. “Please?” She whimpered softly again.
The
hand below suddenly dipped lower, entering the Slayer roughly with three fingers
as her nipple was pinched and her neck sucked on.
Buffy
couldn’t help the bucking of her hips any more than she could stop the moan from
escaping her.
“You
like that, don’t you, Slayer?” The
voice huskily spoke into her ear as the hand below began to roughly plunge in
and out of the Slayer.
Buffy
moaned softly as her hips thrust into the hand. “Yes.”
The
hand left the breast to join the other within the Slayer’s jeans, roughly
rubbing and pinching her clit. The
body behind her pressed her chest back against the rough side of the crypt,
while the hips behind her started rhythmically pressing against her ass.
Buffy
moaned as her nipples scraped against the rough surface of the crypt, her legs
started to tremble with what the hands were doing to her.
The
hands never let up their rough treatment of the Slayer, rubbing hard against her
clit and squeezing as the other kept up a punishing rhythm within. A fourth finger was added as the
Slayer’s inner muscles started to pulse around the fingers. The hips pressing into her ass started
to buck harder against her. Heavy
breathing was blowing across her ear.
“Come for me, Slayer.” The
voice huskily whispered in her ear just before the mouth latched onto her neck,
biting down and sucking hard as one hand roughly squeezed her clit, and the
other plunged deeply within the Slayer as far as they could go.
Buffy’s
body jerked as a moan was muffled against her neck. The Slayer moaned herself as she went
over the edge.
The
hand within moving as much as the Slayer’s contracting inner muscles would
allow, while the other hand rubbed her clit to prolong the orgasm.
Buffy’s
body kept jerking as the orgasm ran it course. She moaned softly and slumped back
against the body behind her as her muscles continued to tremble.
The
hands upon her became gentle as they tried to soothe the Slayer. The mouth on her neck softly kissed her
as they both panted. After a few
minutes of trembling aftershocks, an arm wrapped around the Slayer’s waist, the
other hand slowly pulled out of the tight hold from within.
Buffy
moaned as the fingers slowly worked their way out of her. She felt the fluids trailing down her
thighs.
The
other arm wrapped itself around the Slayer, holding her close for another moment
as they both caught their breath.
After a moment the arms loosened their hold, the voice whispered softly
in her ear. “Turn around and lean
against the crypt.” A kiss was
placed upon her ear. “I’m not done
with you yet, Slayer.”
Buffy
shuddered and moaned softly a she was guided to turn and lean against the
crypt.
The
hands lowered the Slayer’s jeans as the body went down on their knees. “Bend your knees and spread your legs as
far as you can, Slayer.” A tongue
trailed around her navel, dipping in as the Slayer complied.
Buffy
moaned softly as the hands moved up to her breasts, the tongue trailing
lower.
Leaving
soft kisses and licks, the mouth and tongue worked their way down the Slayer’s
body. Moaning softly and trailing
lower as they started to clean the escaping juices from the Slayer’s inner
thighs.
Buffy’s
legs continued to tremble, as she laid her head back against the crypt. Her hands going into the soft hair as
the mouth worked its way back up to its chosen destination. Buffy moaned softly as the tongue slowly
licked her outer lips clean before delving into the source. Buffy’s hips started to move of their
own accord as the tongue searched deep within.
Moaning
and wanting more, the tongue searched as far as it could reach before coming
back out to lave the Slayer’s inner and outer lips. Finding all that it could, the mouth
moved to the Slayer clit, gently sucking it into the warmth within as the tongue
gently flicking over it. A hand
left a breast to trail fingertips down Buffy’s abdomen, circling the navel
before dipping in and moving lower.
Buffy
moaned, pressing into both hand and mouth as she held the mouth tight to where
she wanted it most.
The
hand massaged Buffy’s thigh before moving inward and slowly trailing a path to
enter her again. Two fingers were
slowly pressed into the Slayer.
Buffy
moaned and slid a little further down the wall, allowing her legs to spread
slightly more open.
The
mouth moaned against her clit as it sucked and nipped gently. The fingers started a slow rhythm
within, a third finger added after a few moments, the middle finger curling to
find the sweet spot within. The
hand on the breast gave it one final squeeze as it left it to trail down to the
Slayer’s ass. Gently squeezing
before moving itself under the Slayer’s ass, adding support to the trembling
Slayer.
Buffy
moaned as her hips jerked.
The
mouth adding more suction and flicks to the Slayer’s clit, as it kept time with
the Slayer’s pulse. Feeling the
Slayer’s muscles starting to quiver and clench. The mouth released the clit momentarily
to whisper huskily. “Come for me,
Slayer.” Before it sucked the clit
back into its mouth and sucked harder, the fingers within pressed in deeply,
while massaging over the Slayer’s g-spot.
Buffy
moaned and tightened her hold on the hair, pulling the mouth tighter against her
as she exploded over the edge once again.
Hips jerking, legs trembling, Buffy kept moaning as the mouth worked to
prolong the orgasm.
The
mouth finally relinquished its hold on the Slayer’s clit, tongue trailing down
to lap up the juices escaping around the fingers still buried within, a soft
moan was heard. Fingers slowly
removed, the mouth and tongue finished cleaning up all the juices it could find,
inside and out as the hand went to support the Slayer’s ass.
Buffy
moaned and loosened her hold on the hair as the mouth and tongue sought all it
could find once again.
When
the mouth could find no more, it kissed the Slayer’s clit softly. The hands gently allowed the Slayer’s
trembling legs to slowly collapse.
The arms wrapped around the Slayer’s waist, holding her tight against the
body.
Buffy
slumped against a shoulder, held safely within the lap by the arms around
her. They remained that way for a
few moments. The hand from within
moved up to be cleaned by the tongue and mouth, and then the arm wrapped around
the Slayer again. The head pulled
back to look at the Slayer.
A
smile and twinkling eyes greeted the Slayer as she opened hers.
“Sorry
about the shirt. Are you okay,
Sweetie?”
Buffy
snorted. “I don’t care about the
shirt.” She smiled and lifted her
head. “Love you, Tara.” Buffy leaned in and kissed her.
Tara
slapped at the alarm clock. She
opened her eyes and groaned when she realized it was all a dream. Tossing the covers off, she picked up
her vibrator and smiled. “I’ll
clean you later.” She stuffed it
back in a sock and put it back in her nightstand. She started to giggle as she stood on
wobbly legs, feeling wetness trail down her inner thighs. “Wonder if Buffy wants company on patrol
tonight?” She started laughing as
she gathered her things for a shower.
THE
END!!
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