Author/pseudonym: Willowluvyr
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Paring: Buffy and Willow.
Rating: NC-17
Status: New Series
Archive: I would like for this story to be included in the archive.
E-mail address for feedback: willowluvyr@yahoo.com
Series/Sequel: Part 1 of Blood of the Satyr Series
Other websites: none.
Disclaimers: The characters depicted were the original creation of Joss Whedon and are the sole property of Warner Bros. The story is purely for entertainment purposes. The author does not benefit fanatically in any way from this story.
Notes: There are blatant discussions, references and description of sexual relations between consenting adults. You must be over the age of 18 and it must not be a crime to read material of this nature at your present location. Some of the scenes depicted are explicit and rather kinky. If this bothers you, you should find other reading material..
Summary: A Satyr has killed in Sunnydale. Buffy leaves the gang researching in the library and goes patrolling. Willow can't stay; she's got to pick up her mother from pottery class. Willow encounters the Satyr in the parking lot and fails to escape. Buffy sees the encounter and intervenes. However, Willow is entranced and Buffy is infected with Satyr Blood.
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Sunnydale had an odd feel. He had never encountered such a feeling before. Something wasn't quite right. He had been prowling the streets for several hours and had yet to encounter a single victim. He liked them young and innocent, but he was getting less selective, because he needed release from his lust. Then, he saw her, an attractive woman of about 28 years old.
'A little old,' he thought, 'but it must be now before the lust consumes me.' He approached her with a simple request. She looked into his eyes and then followed him into his room. After the door was closed, sounds of ecstasy filled the halls. Many neighbors in the rooming house were caught up in the lust and several estranged couples were reminded of their passion for each other that night.
After four hours of passion, a loud sigh signaled the end of his lust. A woman, who looked over a 100 years old, walked out of the apartment with marks all about her body. Her eyes were drained of all light. She showed no recognition of her surroundings. She walked zombie-like into the street and collapsed dead upon the street when the first light of the day struck her. No one was around the body as its appearance changed back to the once attractive 28-year-old woman.
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Giles was sitting in his library earlier than usual. He had had to baby sit Oz, while the werewolf was chained in the basement. Too bad they had to blow up the school, the library cage at the school was much more comfortable for Oz. Poor Willow couldn't do it; she was dead tired from staying up the night before. Oz had had a bad time Thursday night and everyone insisted she get some sleep. They drew straws and Giles was elected. Giles released Oz and picked up his morning paper, wishing for a jelly donut.
Giles read the article about the unfortunate death of Janice Carmichael, a 28-year-old housewife on the way home from a pottery class. All deaths in Sunnydale concerned Giles; each death was of possible to his Slayer. He was no longer a Watcher, but he was the confidant of the Slayer. His mind was working on something he couldn't pin point, 'There was something wrong with this death. Why was the body found so far from the bus station? Why was there no sign of a struggle? I must get Willow to scan the net for some information.'
Giles reached for the phone and dialed Willow's number. She answered after three rings. "Hello," a sleepy voice answered.
"Hello, Willow, this is Giles. I was wondering, if you would be so kind as to research the death of Janice Carmichael. She died last night and her death is suspicious. See what you can find out." He hangs up and goes back to his newspaper.
A sleepy Willow mutters, "Good morning, Willow, sorry to wake you on a Saturday morning. How are you? I would like to ask you a favor."
But she knows he doesn't mean to be rude. He's just easily distracted. She found it cute. 'Who the heck is Janice Carmichael', she thinks as she turns on her computer and starts her sweep of the net.
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Buffy was cooking her breakfast. For the fifth time this morning, she wished her mother was home, but she needed the vacation. It had been a tough year on her mother and a visit to Buffy's aunt was just what mom needed. After all graduation had been a bit of a disappointment. The oil from the bacon popped her for third time since she started. She hates cooking. 'Slaying is much more fun and not as painful,' she thought as the grease popped her for fourth time.
She had settled down to eat her burned eggs and bacon, when the phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Giles. 'Well he can wait until after breakfast,' she thought as she took a bite of her breakfast. The phone had stopped ringing when she tasted her creation. She dropped her fork and took her plate to the sink. 'I'll pick up donuts on the way to the library," she thought.
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Willow emailed the information she found to Giles and went back to bed. She had had a wonderful dream before she was been awoken and wanted to recapture it. She couldn't quite remember it, but she had awoken up aroused. 'Giles could fuck up a wet dream,' she chuckled to herself.
Slowly sleep reclaimed Willow. Her mind relaxed and allowed the delicious dream, Giles had interrupted, back into her subconscious.
She was in the old school library, Giles was gone and Buffy was alone. She was practicing with a whip. Several lit candles were in a line across the library table. Whoosh and crack, a lit candle was snuffed. Whoosh and crack another candle was extinguished. Willow was fascinated by the technique. Then she noticed that Buffy was only wearing a long tee shirt. Her nipples were protruding through the thin cotton material. Sweat was wetting the tee shirt and she could see her lovely breasts. As she leaned into her swing of the whip, her tee shirt rose and exposed her naked ass. 'She isn't wearing any panties,' Willow thought, 'The room is getting very hot. No, I'm getting very excited. Yes, very, very excited.'
Willow's slender hand slipped beneath her skirt and started rubbing her clit through her coarse cotton panties. She shut her eyes and opened her mouth to breathe better. Her breath was coming in rapid busts. She opened her eyes and saw that Buffy was looking at her. There lust in the Slayer's eyes.
Willow started to run, but Buffy lashed out with her whip. The whip encircled the girl around her slim waist. Willow gasped in obvious ecstasy. Then, Buffy slowly drew Willow to her using the whip like a calf rope. Buffy's arm entrapped Willow about her neck lightly. Willow leaned back into Buffy, purring. And Buffy whispered into her delicate ear, "You liked that didn't you?"
All Willow could do was shake her head, as Buffy ran the handle of the whip up and down Willow's torso. Buffy moved the cotton panties aside and shoved the handle into her ready slit. Willow exploded into orgasm.
Willow was stunned awake. Her nightie was covered in sweat. She was slow to comprehend what happened, but her hand between her legs and the moisture between her thighs told her everything. It had been her most intense orgasm she ever had. Willow had been having wet dream since puberty hit, but this was so intense. "Ooh, boy," escaped her lips.
All her orgasms had been self-induced, except that one time with Oz. The smell of sex was heavy in the room. She needed a cold shower. She started shaking. The subject of the dream haunted her. She suddenly realized that she dreamed of violent sex with her best friend. She decided on a bubble bath instead. "Ooh boy!"
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Giles was busy reading an autopsy report on Janice Carmichael, when Buffy entered eating a donut. She had an open box of them in her hand. "Did you get any jelly," he asked without losing his place.
"One or two," she responded.
He held up one finger. And almost instantly a jelly donut appears before him on a paper towel. He nibbled on it as he read the report.
"What's so interesting," inquired the Slayer.
He held up his hand, asking for time to complete his reading. He scanned the pages quickly, absorbing the information. He found it fascinating. The dead woman had the organs and blood of a 120-year-old woman when she died. Something was definitely wrong. 'One day, I'm going to have to ask Willow how she acquires all this information,' he thought, 'Well, maybe it's better I didn't know.'
He looks up at Buffy. She has her arms folded with a scowl on her face. "May I speak now, Master?"
"I'm sorry Buffy, but I was at the good part. Last night a young woman died on the street of an apparent heart attack. She had been on her way home from an art class. She normally took the bus. When she died, she had the internal body of a 120-year-old woman. Yet, she appeared to the same on the outside. She also had had sexually relations for several hours before she died."
Buffy smiled at the blush in his cheeks. She also had chuckled at the 'sexual relations' line. Giles could be such a prude at times. She decided to make him squirm a bit. "Let me get this straight. A woman who looks young, but is really old gets the stuffing banged out of her and then she dies. Is that it?"
Blushing profusely, Giles mumbles, "Well, I won't put it so bluntly, but yes, that's the gist of it. Bloody bad language, Buffy. And irreverent as well. This poor woman has been done in by a demon."
His bluster made Buffy sorry for using such a cheap trick. So she covered her gaff with a question, "How do you know she isn't the Demon?"
"Because I have seen this before. It was a Satyr."
"What's a Satyr?"
"A Satyr is a sexual demon that absorbs the life force of victim while having intercourse. Satyrs also have a huge lust drive that forces them to seek victims to temporary interrupt their desire. A Satyr is never satisfied. He can only reduce the lust drive to a tolerable level, so he can sleep during the day."
Giles started towards his arcane book collection. For the umpteenth time, he regretted the loss of so many of his books in the school explosion and fire. He had forgotten Buffy in his distraction. She could only give him her tolerant smile. He noticed her body language and quickly said to cover up his social gaff, "I must do some more research. We need Willow. Could you go get her, Buffy?"
Buffy smiled, "I don't have a car. My mom left it at the airport. I don't think she trusts my driving, yet. One little accident and BAM, you're marked for life."
As she shakes her head, Giles holds out his keys with a minor grimace. "Please, be careful," he begs.
As she exits, she mumbles, "Et tu?"
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Willow was to her neck in hot water and soap bubbles. She was still in shock over the intensity of her dream and violent orgasm. 'I must think about Oz. That's it. I'll dream about Oz,' she thought.
She willed herself to dream about Oz. Slowly, one hand crept down her stomach, while her other hand rubbed her breast and pinched her nipples. All the time keeping her mind on the target, Oz. Slowly she drifted into fantasy.
Oz was dressed in a leather body suit and chained to the ceiling. He was gagged with a ball gag and I was licking his exposed parts and feeling the leather. I was dressed in a black tightened corset. It was restricting my breathing and was pressing against me, but it felt marvelous. My tongue slowly moved down his body. I wanted to use my hands, but they were handcuffed behind my back. Suddenly, I felt a lash across my back. Buffy yelled at me, "More teeth and less tongue, Slave!!"
The lash had felt good. She was so close. "Please, Buffy!! Please, Mistress!!"
Again Willow was startled awake by an intense orgasm. Another ooh boy, crossed her lips as she realized she had screamed out the last statement and Buffy was standing in the doorway.
"Hi, Will. Your mother let me in and sent me up to get you. She says you've been in here an hour. You know; you'll get all pruney. I'll wait downstairs," Buffy said lightly in an obvious attempt to get over an embarrassing moment.
"Buffy, wait. Ahhhh, how long have you been there?"
"You really want to know, Will?"
"That long, huh. Ooooh boy. Ahmmm"
Tears were running down her flushed cheek. "Buff, don't hate me. You're my best friend. Before you came I only had Xander and now I have you and Oz and Giles and I have a purpose. You have changed my life. I don't want you to hate me. I want you to like me. Not like that, but as a best friend. You know in a Zena/Gabrielle sort of way. Well, maybe that's a bad analogy, I'm not sure about them. You know in a Batman/Robin sort of way. I think. I'm so confused. Please, don't hate me. I .."
Willow dared to look into Buffy's face as she continued to babble. She saw a smile on lips and in her eyes. Willow stopped babbling and crying in that instant. Buffy took Willow's hands and said, "Have you run down, yet?"
Willow nodded yes. "Will, nothing you could do would ever make me hate you. Will, through everything you've stuck with me, even when I hurt you. When, I left I know I hurt you bad and, yet, you stuck by me. I love you, Will, like Zena loves Gabrielle. Like two people who have shared death can only love each other. Everybody has fantasies that disturb 'em. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Now, you wash your face and get ready. We can talk about it, if you want, in the car. We have a hell mouth problem and we need you at the Giles's."
Willow smiled thinking, 'I hadn't lost my friend. She understood. I wish I did. It's so nice to be needed.'
She washed her face and her privates again. She got out of the tub and went to her room to get ready. As she passed the mirror she looked at her reflection and wondered how she would look in a black corset.
As she went downstairs, Buffy felt lower than a gnat's belly. Buffy was disturbed by what she had saw and what she had done. When she went up to get Willow, she had opened the door and saw her in ecstasy. Her head was back and her eyes were shut. One hand was rubbing her breast; the other was rubbing her clit. Buffy wanted to leave, but was transfixed by the spectacle. Buffy's own fluids had started to flow and she became excited.
Buffy was wondering what Will was fantasizing. 'It must have been really good. Probably, it was about her and Oz,' she thought.
Buffy started rubbing her own clit and was about to explode. When Willow screamed, "Please, Buffy!! Please, Mistress!!"
The shock was too much for Buffy. She had lost her orgasm. Then, Willow's eyes burst open and the young woman's reaction speared Buffy through her heart. The Slayer knew her friend was devastated. Buffy had known she should have left earlier. Buffy knew she had eavesdropped on her best friend in a private moment. Buffy felt dirty and prayed she hadn't damaged their friendship beyond repair. The Slayer said some lame stuff, trying to make a graceful exit, when Willow started begging forgiveness. Buffy realized Willow hadn't noticed her hand in her pants, nor her excited state. So, Buffy just reassured her friend and didn't admit her own guilt.
Buffy walked heavily down the stairs, thinking, 'I'm a coward. I should have told her that I had been just as turned on as she had. I had had some dreams about Will, Xander, Giles and even Cordelia. Since, Angel had left, they had gotten more frequent. It didn't mean anything. But that must have been some fantasy Will had. I haven't gotten off like that in my life.'
Buffy chuckled as she thought, 'Mistress Buffy. Doesn't sound very threatening, does it?'
After a couple of minutes, Willow came down in one of her little girl outfits. 'She must really be upset. She only wore them in her I-need-sympathy-moods. No, I can't let this go,' Buffy thought.
"Will, let's go back upstairs and get you into something less moody."
Buffy extended her hand and led Willow back up the stairs. She went into Willow's closet and started eliminating outfits. "Buff, what's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"Will, you only wear those little girl outfits when you are feeling sorry for yourself. And I won't have it. You have nothing to feel sorry about. Now, let's get something sexy and un-Willow. I think it will help you feel better."
Willow wasn't so sure about this. She didn't feel sexy. She felt embarrassed. She really just wanted to crawl into bed and die. 'Maybe I do need to change. I am feeling awful sorry for myself,' thought Willow.
Buffy went through her whole closet and found nothing that fit the bill. "Will, you have graduated from high school, you know. We have got to go shopping. But that will have to wait until after this crisis."
Buffy gave her a nice flowered print dress, "Go with this, Will. But tomorrow we go shopping, okay?"
Willow responded with a smile that Buffy returned. Willow started to change and Buffy went back downstairs, feeling much better.
They got into Giles's car and Willow just smiled. She knew that Giles must have been really distracted to give Buffy the keys to his car. She didn't know what to say. But she knew she had to say something. "Buff, I want you to know, I'm a normal person. I just don't know what caused that fantasy. You see; I had this dream last night. And it carried over into the bathtub and I'm babbling; aren't I," she said almost in tears.
"Forget about it, Will. We'll talk about after this crisis. I promise. We'll get gallons of ice cream and sit up all night talking about our sex lives, okay?"
That made Willow smile, "Okay So tell me what we're fighting this time."
"A Satyr."
"Oh great, a sex demon, perfect timing."
Both girls looked at each other and broke out laughing.
As they entered Giles' house, they noticed he was intently reading. If they had been killers, he would be a dead man. A polite cough brought Giles out of his trance. " Oh, hello, Willow, what took you so long?"
"I had trouble getting out of the tub," she said with a grin. Buffy almost burst into open laughter.
"Well, I need you to get on the net and find any reference you can about Satyrs. I called in the others. Xander is getting donuts. I hope he remembers the jellies. Cordelia's not in town. Oz is due; he has one more day in the basement. Buffy, why don't you make some coffee?"
Buffy sighed. She went into the kitchen, mumbling, something about cooking and slaying.
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It was late afternoon when the Xander and Giles chained Oz in the basement. Willow kissed Oz with a lot more passion than usual, which was a pleasant surprise for Oz. Afterwards, the team got together to discuss their next move and what they've learned about the Satyr. Xander led off the discussion, "Who ate the last chocolate donut? I claimed it."
Everyone looked at him with scowls. "I was trying to lighten the mood. It's my best contribution."
Giles said, "Right ... Buffy, from what we have found out, so far, the Satyr will be prowling tonight. He must find a victim each night of a full moon. He selects a victim. And when the victim looks into his eyes, she is mesmerized. She becomes sexually aroused. Once, she orgasms, she is his sex slave until she dies, which isn't long. While having sex, he drains off her life force. The younger the victim, the longer it takes.
From what we can find out once the victim is mesmerized, she becomes a sexual slave to the first person who has sex with her. If she doesn't have an orgasm, she'll eventually returns to normal. As far as, we can find out, it takes about 48 hours for the spell to wear off. So, if we free a victim, we have to tie her down and lock her up for 48 hours. Willow has found a way to kill him."
"Buff, you have to stab him with cold iron, not steel, iron. Then you have to cut his head off and then burn the body. The head has to buried on consecrated ground."
Willow places a bottle of holy water, an iron spike and a sharp axe on the table.
"Sounds messy. Look, I'm going to go patrolling between the bus stop and where they found the body," said Buffy as she picked up each item.
"Don't forget the pottery school. She might not have made it to the bus stop, when he got her," Giles reminded her.
This caught Willow's attention, "Which pottery school?"
"The one on Front and First," said Buffy.
"Oooh boy, my mom, takes that class. What time is it?"
"8:14"
"I'm going to get her. Lend me your car, Xander."
He tossed her the keys. "I'm coming with you, Will," said Buffy.
Giles exclaimed, "We'll keep looking for information. My resources are greatly limited though."
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Buffy and Willow climbed into the car and raced to pottery school. Along the way, Buffy heard a scream and asked Willow to stop. Buffy raced down the street towards the scream. Willow continued on to pottery school.
Buffy found the source of the screams. Two vampires had a girl and her boy friend cornered in an alley. They were winded and had obviously been trying to escape. "Hi guys, can I play," she quipped as she pulled out the iron spike from her sleeve.
"Damn, wrong demon."
Willow raced down the Front St. to First Ave. When she got to the school, she found the school closed. The class had ended a half of an hour ago. The parking lot had one car in it. It looked like her mom's car. She pulled in the parking lot to investigate. When she got closer, she saw that it wasn't her mom's car and that it had been booted by the police. She was about to pull out of the parking lot when she saw the Satyr.
They gunned the car in reverse. She wasn't that experienced at driving and ran the car into a ditch. She scrambled out of the car and started running down the street towards where she dropped off Buffy. She could feel him behind him. Her lungs were screaming for oxygen, when a hand grabbed. She screamed and turned around and looked into the demon's eyes.
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It took Buffy several minutes and a broken shipping crate to dispatch the two vampires. She was concerned for Willow's safety. It hadn't been the Satyr like she suspected. So, Buffy left the frightened couple to get safely home on their own and ran towards the pottery school. She was only two blocks away when she heard Willow scream.
Willow turned and looked into the eyes that belonged to the hand. "Why are you running, Miss," asked the police officer.
Willow mumbled a warning, but the officer didn't have time to react to the Demon that skewered him with his talons. With his other hand the Demon grabbed Willow. Willow tried to get away, but was helpless against the Demon's vise-like grip. Willow turned her head in an effort not to look into the Demon's eyes. The Demon cast the body of the dead policeman away.
With both hands he pushed the struggling Willow to the ground. With one hand he pinned her to the ground and with the other he turned her head to face him. Willow closed her eyes too late. He had captured her soul.
Willow looked into the deep pool of blackness. Desire seized her. Lust was boring into her. Her body was starting to respond. She could feel a wetness between her legs. All time, she could feel was the Demon draining her. She knew what was happening, but didn't care.
Vaguely, she felt a jolt and a splash of warm water. A spasm of pain exploded in her chest and an agonizing scream erupt from her soul. Her vision cleared and it wasn't a Demon on her. It was her heart's desire. It was Buffy.
The terror in that scream gave Buffy an unexpected burst of adrenaline. She spotted the Demon holding Willow down and turning her head. She thought, 'Don't look Willow. Just a couple more seconds don't look.'
The Slayer pulled out her iron spike and leap the final six yards with all she had. She plunged the iron spike into his back. The momentum of her leap forced the spike all the way through the Demon. Blood splattered both Buffy and Willow.
With his last thoughts, the Demon realized why this town never felt right. The Slayer was here! He howled like a wounded wolf. Willow screamed in agony. Buffy's remaining momentum knocked the Satyr to the ground and onto the screaming Willow. The Demon's howling stopped. But, Willow was moaning in agony.
Buffy tossed the dead Demon off her friend with a force and strength generated by the fear of loss. She prayed like she never prayed in her life, 'Please Lord, let her be all right. Please Lord, I served good the best I could. Please, don't let this kind soul pay for my mistake.'
Buffy lifted Willow's head and cradled it in her lap. Buffy examined her for damage. Buffy found no damage, but Willow continued to grimace and moan. Buffy tried comforting her with soft words and gentle strokes to her hair and face. Willow looked hauntedly into Buffy's eyes and smiled. Buffy took this as a good sign. "Are you okay, Will?"
"I think so Buff, but I feel funny. I'm so horny; it hurts. But I don't feel him anymore. Buffy all I could feel was his presence and desire. It was horrible, then you were there to save me." Willow began to cry.
Buffy had to finish the job on the Demon before he rose again. She took Willow to the bus stop bench and drew out her axe. It only took one stroke for Buffy to decapitate the Demon. The blood splattered all over her and her hand were red with it. She squirted lighter fluid all over the body and lit it.
Willow was still in no shape to walk, so Buffy picked her up and carried her to Xander's car in the ditch. The Slayer pushed the car out of the ditch and drove to the cemetery to bury the head. After burying the head, Buffy poured holy water over the grave.
She had to get her and Willow cleaned up. Willow was still sobbing. She probably was in shock. Buffy couldn't take her home in this shape. Her mother just wouldn't understand. Willow looked so vulnerable. Buffy reached over and held her hand to comfort her. "Will, please, snap out of it. Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Willow still didn't respond. She decided to drive to Giles's house, maybe he had some ideas and a shower. As she was driving toward Giles's house, Willow spoke, "Buffy, I need a shower and I can't let my mom see me like this. She'll freak."
"Don't worry, Will. I'm taking to Giles. He might be able to help you."
Willow had a panic attack. She begged Buffy, "Please, I don't want the others to know what happened, especially Oz. They he wouldn't understand. Please don't tell anyone."
Willow moved Buffy with her pleads and agreed to not tell the others for now. She figured Willow would do it in her own good time. "We'll go to my place and get cleaned up."
Buffy's house was actually closer than Giles's place. So, they were there in no time. Buffy opened the garage and parked the car. She closed the garage door and opened the door that lead to the house. Willow was still very weak. So, Buffy picked her up and carried her into the house. In the light of the living room Buffy could see that they were both covered in the Demon's blood.
Willow was clinging to Buffy's neck lightly sobbing. For the millionth time, she considered ignoring Willow's pleads by getting Giles or maybe taking her to the hospital. Willow's tears burned into her skin like acid. 'Well, we'll see, how she is after I get her cleaned up,' thought Buffy.
Buffy carried her gently up the stairs. Willow continued to nozzle Buffy's neck with her tear stained cheek. Buffy could feel her breath on her cheek and neck. Her body was shaking, but she was 'Willow is so light. But the exertion must be getting to, because I sweating like a pig. Boy, is it hot!'
She carried the trembling girl up the stairs to her bedroom. She placed her gently on her bed and went to her bathroom to run a tub of hot water. As an after thought, Buffy added some scented bath salts with a shrug of her shoulders.
When Buffy entered her bedroom, she noticed that Willow hadn't moved. Buffy took the plastic liner from her wastebasket as she passed it. Willow's clothes were ruined by dried blood. As she passed her mirror, she noticed her were in worse shape. She stripped down and put on her robe. She shoved the clothes in the bag. She went to her bed and sat softly by Willow.
Buffy lightly stroked Willow's hair. "Will, listen to me. I'm going to take off your clothes. They are ruined."
Buffy removed Willow's dress. Buffy had pick out this dress. There was more than dried blood on it. It was Willow's juices. It looked like Buffy had gotten there too late. She inhaled the scent. She thought, 'Will, you smell lovely. I wonder how you taste. Wait, I can't believe that thought enter my head. I really do miss Angel."
Buffy put the dress into the bag. She, then, removed Willow's bra and panties and put them in the bag as well. Willow lay naked and exposed. The young woman was still excreting fluid down her thighs. Buffy closed her eyes and inhaled the musty odor. A low moan oozed from Buffy's mouth. Abruptly, Buffy opened her eyes and violently shook her head. She hoarsely said, "I'm going to put you into the bathtub."
Buffy cradled the naked girl in her arms. She held her in her arms by the bed for a moment. Buffy could feel her friend's juices running down her left arm. Buffy closed her eyes and let feeling of the fluid running down her arm flow through her body. Buffy could feel her juices start to flow. With her eyes closed Buffy shifted the girl in her arms so that her robe opened and she could feel the young woman against her bare skin.
Willow could feel the warm skin against her face. She opened her eyes and there was her Buffy. Willow tightened her hold on Buffy's neck and nuzzled her face against Buffy's exposed shoulder. Willow's movements jostled Buffy from her trance. Buffy felt strange. She carried her friend into the bathroom and put her in the tub.
Willow won't release her hold from Buffy's neck. As Buffy placed the girl in the bathtub her cheek brush against Willow's cheek. Their eyes met. And Willow kissed her Buffy. Willow's open mouth invited Buffy's tongue. Buffy accepted the invitation with glee. Willow sucked Buffy's tongue gently, but insistently. Suddenly, Buffy realized what was happening and broke the contact. Buffy's body was on fire. "Will, wash up, I'm going to get you some clothes."
Buffy bolted from the room. She got a fresh tee shirt nightie from her dresser. Buffy's mind was racing, 'What's happening to me? Willow is probably still under the spell of the Demon, but what was her excuse. I wanted her. I needed her. I was ready to devour her. I've felt like that about another woman before. I mean I've thought of what it would be like. Probably, every woman thinks about it, but I was way more than thinking about it. I was acting on it. Am I gay? I never had an orgasm like Willow had this morning. Angel made me cum, but nothing like that. Could I really be gay? Willow needs a friend right now, not a lesbian lover.'
Reluctantly, Buffy went back into the bathroom caring a towel and a tee shirt nightie.
Willow's heart burst when Buffy broke their embrace. Her mind was a jumble of questions, 'Why did you stop, Buffy? Why did you run away? I'm on fire. I need release. Please, come back. I know she thinks I'm still under the Satyr's spell. She thinks to make me wait 48 hours and the desire will be gone. Doesn't she realize that the desire was there already? She saw and heard me this morning. She has to know that the Demon only made it clear to me what and who I want.'
Willow opened her eyes and saw Buffy standing there enticing her with her robe covered body. "Please, Buffy, I need your love."
Tears were rolling down Willow's eyes. Desire was draw visibly on her youthful face. The Demon's blood only added to the reddish tint to her lovely hair. Buffy was drawn to her. Her desire, her lust was becoming hard to control. When Willow cry out for her love Buffy's body rocked with desire. She licked her lips and her breathing became shallow and ragged. In her mind the wheels were finding it hard to turn, 'She's so innocent and lovely. She needs protection and care. I can give her that. I'm the Slayer. She loves me. I can see it in her eyes. She desires me. I won't have to be alone anymore. No, something is wrong. It's the Demon's spell. No, Willow cried out my name this morning. I remember she was dreaming about me. That was before she met the Demon. She's just been released from her inhibitions. I must look a mess with this blood all over me. We'll sort this out later. We need to get clean first.'
"Willow, we have to get cleaned up before we can decide where any of this leads. I desire you as much as you desire me, but I can't figure out if it's the Demon or us. So, I'm going to get us clean and then we can talk."
As Willow began to speak, Buffy held up her hand and said, "First things first, Will."
Buffy wet a wash cloth and started working up a lather. Then she noticed her blood stained hands. She went to the sink and scrubbed them clean. Then, she reclaimed the wash cloth and exclaimed, "We'll start at the top and work down."
*******
Giles and Xander were reading through the research. They hadn't noticed how long it was taking the girls to get Willow's mother.
"Big Guy, I don't know if this is important but it says here that Satyr's blood is a requirement for the True Love Potion. It says, 'Satyr's blood is a potent force for potions and should always be handled with care. Be careful not to get any of the blood on your skin will brewing this potion. Always mix 12 parts pure water to one part blood. Insure the water is pure, as unpure water will negate the properties of the blood. If you get some blood on your skin, immediately, wash it off with soapy water.' Buffy is going to have to shower right after she kills this thing."
"It's worse than that Xander. It seems that exposure to this blood will cause a person to lose all their inhibitions and their true feelings about a person will be revealed. Which means that Buffy really needs to be alone when confronting this Demon. Revealing one's true feelings to friends could be devastating to that friendship. See if you can a reference on how a long exposure to the blood will affect a person. It might be some time before Buffy can get that shower. By the way, where is Willow? I need her to check the Web."
"She went to pick up her mom, remember."
"Oh, yes. I remember," he said as he returned to his reading.
*******
After cleaning Willow's face, Buffy started working on her hair. "Willow, I really love the color of your hair. The red tint really highlights your skin. You hair feels so alive."
Buffy closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Willow's hair and scalp. Buffy could feel her fluids flowing. In this kneeing position, her thighs and calves were thick and sticky. A low moan escaped Willow's lips waking Buffy. "Bend forward, I'm going to rinse."
Willow rose slightly to a sitting position in order to lean forward. This exposed her lovely firm breasts, which were reddened from the warm water. Her nipples were rock hard. This increased Buffy's fluid flow. Willow leaned forward and Buffy rinsed her hair. Buffy watch the warm soapy water run lightly down her back. Buffy swallowed hard. "Stay forward, Will, I'm going to get you back."
Buffy lathered her the soap in her hands and started rubbing the soapy lather into Willow's back. Buffy closed her eyes and felt her hands leisurely run up and down Willow's back. Wherever her hand touched the skin became very warm.
Willow closed her eyes feeling the warm soft hands clean her back. She was very close to orgasm. Slowly, Willow ran her hand down her thigh to her warm, moist slit. With two fingers, she entered her pussy and with her thumb, she stimulated her clit.
Buffy felt Willow's temperature rise. She could feel the Willow's short, rapid breathing and heard her low animal moans. Buffy rinsed her back and pull Willow's head back gently by her hair. Willow's eyes were glazed over with lust and desire. Buffy gently pulled Willow's hand from between her legs and kissed her fingers. "No, Will, we'll finish cleaning off the Demon, then we'll talk about our desire."
Willow's chest was heaving from the sexual frustration. "Please, Buffy!!"
Buffy could see the frustration and the desire in every fiber of Willow's body. But Buffy was confused and afraid. She didn't want to harm her friend. She vaguely recalled the discussions with Giles and how sex while under the influence of the Demon's spell would do something to Willow. She just couldn't remember what it was. Buffy suddenly realized she was massaging Willow's breasts with her palms and pinching her nipples with her fingers. Buffy stopped and guiltily picked up the wash cloth and started cleaning the blood off Willow again.
Willow no longer had any coherent thoughts. Every touch by Buffy caused a wave of desire to ripple to rush through Willow always culminating in her wet slit. Willow's eyes seemed glued shut. Her moans were animalistic and continuous. Only one image was burned into her consciousness, Buffy. Only two words escaped her lips, "Please, Buffy!!"
Buffy started washing Willow legs and feet, carefully avoiding her wet slit. Buffy turned Willow on her side and washed her lovely ass cheeks. It took every fiber of Buffy's control not to ravage Willow in the bathtub. Willow was totally helpless now. The desire had totally enveloped her. Buffy, now, was convinced that she was under the influence of the Demon's spell. What really worried Buffy was that she wasn't.
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Giles was becoming concern with what he read about Satyr's blood. He read, 'It is written that dried Satyr's blood on a Slayer makes her a sexual predator that can only be controlled by one that is bonded to her.'
'Oh my God,' Giles thought, 'Where is Buffy?'
"Xander, call Willow's house. See if they are there. I am going to the pottery shop," Giles said as he exited the house and jumped into his car.
Buffy toweled Willow dry with dwindling control and carried the young woman lovingly into her bedroom. Buffy put the tee shirt nightie on Willow. Buffy had to cover Willow's body, it was driving her insane.
Buffy needed to shower off the Demon, but she knew she couldn't leave Willow alone. If Willow orgasmed in her condition, she would be under the Demon's spell forever. Buffy took some scarves from her drawer and tied Willow spread eagle onto her bed. Buffy decided to use her mom's shower and clean her tub later.
As she entered the shower room, she passed the mirror and noticed that most of the blood must have rubbed off and had been washed off as she bathed Willow. Buffy turned on the cold water in the shower, she hoped it would help to erase some of the lust that was building up in her.
She showered quickly and thoroughly. She didn't want to leave Willow alone too long. After shampooing her hair, she turned off the water and exited the shower. She toweled herself dry. Some dry blood was on her robe. So she wrapped herself in a towel, picked up the ruined robe and went into her bathroom. She cleaned her bathtub, hoping to work off some of her sexual tension and put the robe in the plastic bag.
She, also, decided she needed help. She couldn't trust herself any longer with Willow. So, she called Giles. The line was busy.
*******
Xander got Willow's answer machine. 'Maybe they took Willow's mom over to her Aunt's house to get her out the way,' thought Xander, 'Now what was Clarisse's number. Oh yeah, I remember.'
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Willow's mom sat in the coffee shop enjoying her gossiping session with her sister, Clarisse. Giles arrived at the pottery shop. He saw no sign of them. He drove around a bit and saw no sign of them. 'Maybe, Xander is having some luck,' Giles thought as he drove back to his house.
*********
Buffy felt funny. She was so stimulated. Buffy stop in the doorway of her bedroom to gaze at the lovely young woman tied to her bed. Fluid was running down her leg. Slowly, Buffy approached the bed. The tee shirt nightie that Willow wore was soaked from bath water and sweat. Willow's breast and nipples were covered lightly by the transparent material. The young woman's writhing in bed had caused the nightie to ride up her legs to her stomach, exposing her moist, excite slit.
Buffy stopped by the bed to inhale the fragrance of Willow's desire. Buffy's control disappeared. Buffy walked to the drapes and closed them. Her towel fell to the floor. Buffy's breathing was shallow. Her nipples were nearly an inch and half long and hard as her clit. Fluid was pulsing out of her slit. She sat down on the bed and looked into Willow's eyes. "Will, do you want me to make you cum?"
All Willow could do was nod her head, yes.
Buffy went over to her dresser and got a pair of scissors. From a drawer she got two vibrators and a jar of petroleum jelly. From another drawer she got a dark scarf and some bobby pins. From another drawer she took out some candles and matches. She lit the candles and placed them by the tables on each side of the bed. She, then, turned out the light. "Willow, ask me to feed you your own juices."
"Buff Buff Ple Pleassse feeeed meee myownjuices."
Buffy sat on the bed and blindfolded the over-stimulated girl. "Where do I get the juices, Will?"
"Frommyprivates."
"From your what?"
"My cunt, pleeeeeeaseeeeeee."
Buffy leaned over Willow and pressed her lips against Willow's. Willow's mouth opened inviting Buffy's tongue. Buffy used every tongue trick she ever used or read about. Buffy's hand started caressing the girl's young firm breast through the wet cloth of the girl's tee shirt nightie, occasionally pinching the girl's nipples. While one hand continued to torment Willow's breast, Buffy's other hand started trailing down Willow's lightly covered belly to her sweating thighs. Buffy massaged one thigh, then the other.
Buffy's bed spread was so soaked that the fluid had formed a puddle. The spread couldn't absorb any more. Carefully, Buffy wet her fingers with fresh fluid. She stopped kissing Willow and offered the young woman her fingers. Willow sucked and licked those fingers long they were free of her girl juices.
Buffy started kissing Willow again while tormented the young woman's nipples through her cotton nightie. Suddenly, Buffy stopped everything. Willow let out an exasperated sigh. Buffy picked up the scissors and began to cut away the cotton nightie. With the nightie gone, Buffy began the run the edge of the scissors over the girl's skin, first over the skin of her cleavage, then to the girl's stomach. A gasping moan escaped Willow's lips.
Willow beg, "Please, Buffy. Please, let me cummmmmm!!!!"
In answer, Buffy used the wet nightie to gag the helpless girl. "Will, when I take that gag off you will answer my one question. Then you say nothing until I tell you to talk. Do you understand? Shake your head to answer."
Willow shook her head yes. Buffy took on bobby pin and put it on Willow's left nipple. She moaned into the gag. Then Buffy put a pin on the right nipple. This time she gave a semi-scream. Buffy removed the blindfold.
"Will, look at me," Buffy ordered while holding the girl's chin.
She leaned forward until her eyes were inches from Willow's eyes. "Will, if you cum now, you will be my sex slave forever. Do you want to cum?"
Buffy removed the gag and Willow said, "YES!!!!!!"
Buffy smiled and replaced the blindfold and the gag.
