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Buffy took a step forward, and he couldn’t help but hiss with desire. He had expected something sexy, but what she had put on blew his expectations out of the water. It was black, tight, and had as many straps as it had fabric. She evoked the impression of a bad girl and a very expensive gift at the same time.

He made a show of gulping as if he was overwhelmed. He was mostly appreciative, but he wanted to reward her initiative. Her big smile showed it was the absolute best move.

She might be more confident than Willow, but he hadn’t forgotten that, discounting what they did together, she wasn’t any more experienced than Willow.

She sat on his lap. “Thanks for keeping my seat warm, Wills, much appreciated,” she said, teasing Willow and staking her claim at the same time.

Willow, still trembling after the explosive climax, missed the subtext completely. “Not a problem at all, B—“ she started, then her eyes widened as she added. “B-baby.”

He chuckled at Willow’s poor attempt to use a pet name to cover up her slip.

However, he decided Willow didn’t deserve that for trying to be cute, especially when still buzzing after that explosive orgasm. He dragged his finger along Buffy’s spine, and she shivered.

As he played with her, Buffy moaned, drowning out Willow’s incoherent whisper of an apology. Her hips moved, her movement far steadier than Willow, which had something to do with their impressive marathon, but had even more to do with her instinctive athletic nature.

He moaned happily, but he also caught Willow’s gaze. She was watching the show with arousal, but also something more complicated. She must have been comparing it to her performance and finding it wanting.

That kind of underlined his challenge. Keeping both of them happy, engaged, and wanting more. “You look amazing,” he said as he caressed her body, then grabbed Willow’s waist and pulled her closer. “What do you think about her, Willow? Doesn’t she look amazing?”

Willow gulped, her gaze staying on Buffy’s beautiful, barely covered tits far too long for someone straight, but Buffy missed that detail, her eyes closing while she moaned. “She does,” she whispered.

“She’s an excellent present,” he whispered while his fingers danced on Buffy’s body, fueling her burning arousal further, then kissed Willow. “Help me unwrap her.”

“I … really,” she whispered.

“Come on, Wills,” Buffy responded, her moans louder. “We don’t have all night.”

“Fine … Anne,” Willow whispered, delivery once again hesitant while she stood up, her poor balance forced her to hold on to Anne while her fingers started to work on the straps. Her fingers trembled, partially due to aftershocks of her explosive climax, and partially due to her excitement, slowly realizing something new about herself.

But, there were a lot of straps, and after a night of dancing, Buffy was too impatient. Her fingers found his underwear and ripped it off. A sexy move, though he was surprised. He knew that she was supposed to be strong, but ripping his boxers with a lazy pull was something else.

He might have been underestimating her strength still.

“Must be an old pair,” he muttered, giving her an easy excuse, and her momentary panic faded.

Buffy stayed focused on her priorities, pulled what passed for panties in her sexy outfit to side, and skewered herself. He groaned, she moaned, and poor Willow froze, her breathing out of control.

As Buffy taught Willow how to pull a lap dance that would get a dancer fired from a strip club, he kept one hand on her body, but the other wrapped around Willow’s waist, keeping her close, his fingers teasing her witness over the panties she was still wearing.

“Come on, Willow. You’re supposed to help me unwrap my present,” he said soon, grabbing her wrist and bringing it to Buffy’s breasts. Willow’s fingers trembled with excitement, but she managed to cooperate with him to deal with the complicated straps, Buffy’s beautiful body getting revealed bit by bit.

It wouldn’t be fun without her contribution.

“So, Wills, isn’t it better to watch it from up close rather than trying to watch from the keyhole?” Buffy teased.

Willow’s whimper of shame was a thing of beauty. She would have run away without his arm. With it, she just stood in her place, avoiding her gaze. “Let me help you apologize,” he said, using his other hand to grab her fingers, and put them on Buffy’s breasts. Willow whimpered even worse. “Now, the first trick is to know how hard to squeeze,” he said, pressing Willow’s fingers.

Buffy’s resulting moan was spectacular. “Yes, just like that,” she begged. Willow continued to whimper while with his touch, he taught her how to treat the female body. He had a feeling Willow would get a lot of mileage out of it.

Under combined attack, Buffy climaxed, her explosion spectacular.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Main Character Defeated, Buffy Summers]

[+10 Boxing]

While Buffy trembled on his lap, he turned his focus on Willow. He didn’t have to do much. She was already captured by the sight in front of her. All he needed was his fingers to disappear under her panties for ten seconds.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+10 Wiccan Magic]

[Tertiary Special Character Defeated, Oz Osbourne]

[+5 Meditation]

He was somehow surprised that Oz was still granting him points.

Still, it was a spectacular start for the night he had in mind, though, he felt that it was still a step too early to build a beautiful sandwich of red and blonde. Instead, he shifted his position without pulling out so that he was lying on the bed, and Buffy was perfectly positioned.

“Ride me,” he ordered, even as he caught Willow’s gaze, and patted the spot next to him. Buffy whimpered, and Willow followed his command. Once Willow sat next to him, he started exploring her body, but far more aggressively than he had done earlier. “Look at her. Isn’t she magnificent?” he whispered.

“She is…” Willow whispered.

“But, she needs a little help,” he said even as his hand rose up, sliding through her hair.

“What kind of help?” she asked, and he pressed her head. Willow followed his direction like a leaf in the wind, getting a much closer view of his little disappearing trick, Buffy helping passionately.

He didn’t need to say anything when he pushed Willow down, her tongue readily pushing out, lapping against Buffy’s clit. Anne caught his gaze, surprised by it. “You’re a naughty boy, forcing Willow for that,” she said, trying to sound disappointed, but a moan ruined her desire.

“Yes, forcing, certainly,” he teased as he pulled his hand back, and Willow stayed there, still licking passionately.

“You’re evil,” Buffy whispered, but her tone was tense, another moan hitting her hard, driven further by Willow’s hands, desperately clamping her thighs.

“Maybe,” he said as he reached forward, one hand on her breasts, the other on Willow’s, playing with their nipples. “But, all I hear are moans and no complaints,” he responded. “Who’s the blame for my evil nature, then?”

“You speak too much,” she replied, and brought her hips down, picking up speed, deep and relentless, her stamina and balance working wonders. As Buffy rocked, he kept Willow at the edge, but then started to pace his touch to prevent her climax.

He had a more fun idea for her, and he didn’t want her collapsing early.

Instead, he let Willow focus her attention on her roommate, still attacking her clit desperately while he drilled. Under assault from both sides, Buffy inevitably climaxed.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Main Character Defeated, Buffy Summers]

[+10 Boxing]

While she trembled, he shifted his hold on Willow’s pretty red hair. Buffy pulled back for a moment, and Willow whimpered, right at the edge of a climax. “You need to keep him warm for me, Wills,” she said, and he pushed his shaft to her mouth.

It was more aggressive than he expected, but he wasn’t surprised that much. Buffy had a tendency to lose her common sense after a quick chain or orgasms.

Willow took him in her mouth just as happily. Her newfound fascination with the female form didn’t mean she stopped enjoying the other side, it was obvious from her deep, desperate moans.

She was not experienced, but luckily, she didn’t need to be. She was at the edge of a climax, filled with desire, and obediently taking him to her throat, even if it made her gag. She wanted to prove that she was tough.

However, he didn’t push her much. Buffy was just getting in the mood. He pulled Willow’s head back. She took her place, and Willow returned, licking her clit, just as enthusiastically.

Buffy rode him even faster, but this time, he had a surprise for her. He put both hands on her body, started playing with every sensitive spot he had discovered. More importantly, it was the first time he was truly using Expert Tantric on her without restriction, building the orgasm to its explosive end, not letting her climax.

He even directed Willow’s hands for extra effectiveness. As a consequence, it was inevitable that the next orgasm hit her hard enough to knock her out of their little game temporarily.

[Superior Personal Victory, +10 Tantric]

[Main Character Defeated, Buffy Summers]

[+10 Boxing]

Her moans would have been loud enough to make someone else in the dorm call the police if it wasn’t for his last-minute precaution. Directing Willow up once again, making her seal Buffy’s moans with her lips.

Her tightness was spectacular enough to break his resistance, and he exploded, filling her to the brim. She slipped out after a while, lying on her back. Willow followed, still kissing her.

“Amazing work, Willow,” he said as he pulled out. Unlike the last time he met with Anne, he had come from a long flight, and suffered an even longer foreplay. His erection returned to life immediately.

Willow just whimpered, still kissing her roommate, who was dazed after her spectacular orgasm.

He put his hands on Willow’s body. One hand finally peeled off her panties, the other landed on her back, pulling her gently to direct her. She reached Buffy’s breasts first, but he didn’t let her stay there. Soon, Willow was between her thighs, happily cleaning up her explosions.

Another mark of his appreciation for nerds, he decided. Once their shyness was broken, they ended up shockingly freaky in bed.

“Did someone managed to identify the demon that attacked me,” Buffy muttered as the daze dissipated, still loopy. She was barely able to rise halfway, and that was with propping her elbows.

He caught her gaze, sharing a loving smile. “Should we make sure Willow is truly happy tonight?” he said as he pressed against Willow’s wetness.

“Of course,” Buffy said. “She deserves a fun night…”

He did his best to keep his face a smile rather than a smirk. He finally had the permission he desired. He slipped inside Willow, her tightness phenomenal, though not as much as her incredible wetness. Meanwhile, Buffy grabbed Willow’s hair, pressing her lips down.

Her hold on Willow’s hair was rougher than he expected, but Willow just moaned happily, too happy with her position to complain. With Willow perfectly primed, he stopped holding back.

Willow had deserved her orgasms … a long chain.

[+15 Tantric]

[+20 Wiccan Magic]

[+15 Meditation]

[Meditation Basic -> Intermediate]

Though, barely ten minutes later, looking at the figure of a collapsed Willow, he wondered whether he had done a bit too much. She had already collapsed, finally unconscious, but with a huge smile on her face.

“I think you broke my roommate,” Buffy moaned. They had left Willow to sleep on her bed while they had moved to the other one.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her tone, halfway between jealousy and fascination. “What I did, my beautiful Anne?” he countered. “I’m sorry, was I the blonde that trapped the poor girl between a pair of amazing thighs, not letting her breathe until she finished?”

Buffy whimpered. “It’s your fault,” she still said.

“Oh, sweetie,” he said as he spanked her ass. “I disagree. It’s our fault.” She might have had an answer, but he pulled her down hard, and she moaned. “It was a team effort.”

“Well, it’s her fault,” she complained, her tone something a spoiled cheerleader might use. Ordinarily, it would have been a turnoff, but he had seen her destroy vampires and shoot werewolves without blinking.

With that, it somehow turned sexier.

“Well, can’t argue with that. She was the one who started peeking at us. She asked for it, frankly,” he said. “Well, that and we were trying to help her forget her cheating boyfriend with a killer bit on the side.”

“Bit on the side?”

He paused. “Mistress. Not very familiar with British slang, then?”

“I am, but only the kind Giles uses,” she moaned. “And, we don’t exactly talk about side pieces…”

“And, Giles being?” he asked, because he remembered Cordelia using the same name to refer to the vampire expert. He assumed the same person, but after the stupid misunderstanding about Buffy, he decided to double check just in case.

“Our librarian,” she moaned. “And a vampire expert.”

He hummed. Good.

Not to mention, he was truly getting tired. He hadn’t caught much sleep on the plane, and the rest of his day had been equally busy.

He flipped her onto her bed, her face buried in the pillow, filling her one last time after she climaxed, then spooning her.

[+5 Tantric]

[+10 Boxing]

&&&

Feeling lazy after the day he had, he let Buffy slide out of his arms and go to her class, giving her a dazed kiss. At that moment, Willow had already disappeared. Whether she went to class, or to check on her boyfriend after he transformed back to human, he didn’t know.

Nor did he really know what Willow wanted to do, whether to dump him or reunite. The second option would have scared him … but at worst, he would give Oz the Ron treatment.

He probably cared more if the warmth of the bed was too tempting. He had a habit of waking up early, but the jet lag had left him in a messy state. He slept until twelve, then remembered Buffy promising to swing by to wake him up.

He rubbed his face and decided to shave. He dragged himself out of bed, ignoring the gazes of people, halfway between pitying and admiring. They must have heard about the threesome.

It was no surprise. They were not exactly silent, and their broken window meant people probably heard more. He even heard several distinct mentions of Buffy, and discussing whether what he did was bravery or stupidity, but he didn’t care.

The previous night was the most amazing experience he had to date, and the threat of broken legs wouldn’t be enough to make him give it up. Especially since he was confident that Buffy wouldn’t do that.

Then, he started wishing that there was a way to tell Hermione what happened, so that she took it as a challenge and convinced Holly for a threesome… It was a fun dream, but he suspected that wouldn’t be the path.

He picked his shaving kit from the trunk and returned, trying to decide whether Meditation or Wiccan Magic was the better skill to explore first—

Only to change his mind when he opened the door and saw Willow on the floor, crying her eyes out.

Again.

That alone would have made him pause, but there was the fact that she had multiple candles burning around her, chanting angrily.

Wiccan Magic skill wasn’t enough to recognize the spell she was casting, but he didn’t need to decide to stop it, as it was clearly something dark. Luckily, Magical Combat meant that while he didn’t understand the nature of the ritual, he roughly understood the implications of interrupting it at certain points.

He waited until a safe point, then blew out the central candle. The rest of the flames disappeared as well.

Willow jumped in fright, and seeing him. “We need to talk,” he said.

“I … Oz …” she said, still crying.

“Alright,” he said, helping her to her bed. “Take a deep breath, calm down, and explain exactly what’s going on.” It took a while for her to tell the full story. At first, he was a bit dismissive, learning Oz decided to leave. After everything they had done, it wasn’t exactly fair for Willow to expect the relationship to survive.

Luckily, he listened fully. Apparently, not only Oz decided to leave for Tibet to find a way to control his inner wolf, he decided that Veruca deserved a chance not to be a psychotic murderer and brought her with him.

“Look, I get it,” he started.

“How can you get it?” she said, still crying. “That bitch—“

He put a finger to her lips. “Willow, remember. I almost got turned into dogfood in that attempt to kill you.”

“Oh, right,” she said.

“Now, let’s move on to the real issue. What was that spell?”

She gulped. “It was just a little spell to ruin their relationship,” she said quickly. Too quickly for it to be true. She was a terrible liar. Also, he had enough magical knowledge to know that the ritual was too dark for it to be merely be some kind of breakup spell. “Practically harmless.”

“Willow, the exact mechanic.”

“It would ruin the relationship … by making them unable to feel,” she started, and avoided his gaze. He didn’t let her, caught her chin, and raised her head gently. “Anything positive, ever,” she completed. Then, she bristled. “They deserved it.”

“Let’s leave whether they deserved that, and whether you will be able to live with yourself by cursing someone with such a dark thing,” he said. “What did you tell me about dark rituals?”

“That they shouldn’t be done except in the direst circumstances because they hurt the caster as well as the target,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Good, but you still need to be punished.” She gulped. “Don’t worry, the fun kind,” he said, and flipped her onto his lap.

“Really, a spanking?” she said. “I’m not a child.” He chuckled and slowly peeled off her pants. “Oh, that kind of spanking,” she added, her voice much softer.

“I don’t know what you mean, it’s just to teach you a lesson,” he said, his hand landing on her ass. Though, his fingers didn’t stay limited to spanking, fingering her just as hard, making her climax once before the door opened, and Buffy froze.

[+5 Tantric]

[+5 Wiccan Magic]

It was a pity that he stopped getting Meditation reward, but it was only to be expected. Their breakup felt final.

Then, Buffy entered, and naturally, froze. “What’s going on?”

He had the perfect excuse. He hadn’t known Willow for long, but he was willing to bet everything that it wasn’t the first ill-advised spell she tried to cast, which would distract Buffy. “I was teaching Willow here that relying on Dark Magic to curse people forever is not acceptable, even when their boyfriend escaped with a murderous bitch,” he said nonchalantly.

Just like that, the exact nature of the scene Buffy had walked into lost its importance. “Wills, really? Again?” Buffy said, angry. “We talked about it. No spells without checking with Giles first.”

With that, Buffy sat across her, delivering a tirade while he continued spanking her.

As far as disciplining went, it was fun. Even for Willow.

[+5 Tantric]

[+5 Wiccan Magic]