Magic Multiverse 38 (Patreon)

[+40 Tantric]

[+50 Bojutsu]

It was barely past midnight, and he was lying on his back, with Faith clamping around him with the tightest cuddle of his life. For all her claims of experience in the bedroom, she was woefully unprepared for a true session of passion, though it was an emotional vulnerability that had devastated her more than mere pleasure.

The hours they spent together confirmed his earlier explanation. Faith wasn’t evil, or even ambitious. She was just a girl who had an extremely rough and tragic upbringing that left her without any useful moral guidance.

He recognized it easily, because he had seen many people who had gone through the same issue. That was one advantage of working the day shift at the pubs. When someone came in at four in the afternoon to get blackout drunk, they would have deep problems, problems they were happy to shout out.

After a while, one learns to recognize the patterns.

What he suspected Faith had gone through before getting her powers alone was enough to destroy most people. Yet, Faith had the misfortune to be called as a Slayer, giving her incredible physical power, at the cost of making her a target of a lot of people.

Worse, Buffy briefly mentioned what happened to Faith’s first Watcher. Brutally killed by Kakistos, which destroyed Faith’s first positive relationship in life. Then, she came here, idealizing Buffy, only to be rejected by her, at least from Faith’s own perspective.

Not that he blamed Buffy for dropping the ball. She had her own troubles to focus on, and to a person that grew up in a stable environment, reading Faith’s defensive shell as her real personality was to be expected.

It wasn’t as if Faith was the kind of girl that made helping easy. Even with him, it was a close call, only possible due to her lingering obsession with Buffy which she had no understanding of how to handle.

He sighed even as he hugged her, feeling overwhelmed.

Then, he tensed when he felt a flicker in his mind. The detection ward he had built had given him a signal. Someone was here. He focused, glad that his Expert Wiccan allowed him to understand what was going on.

He didn’t panic. If it were an attacker he couldn’t fight, he could always wake Faith up. That was one benefit of trying to rehabilitate a dangerous Slayer through sex. He had an inbuilt bodyguard.

Once he ascertained the identity of the arrival, he relaxed. Human, but a very distinct energy source. Up until earlier today, he believed that it was a signature that existed only on one person, but apparently, that wasn’t the case, though the second one was with him.

It was Buffy … unless there was a third Slayer around.

Despite how relaxed she was in his arms, and how much Buffy tried to sneak, Faith still woke up. Just continued to act as if she hadn’t, and in her own body, it looked even more convincing.

He would have missed if he hadn’t been touching her.

He was already looking at the door when Buffy walked into the room, and saw their state. Faith actually tensed in his arms, but said nothing.

Meanwhile, he took a note of Buffy’s outfit. Instead of her usual jeans and blouse combo, she was wearing a miniskirt and a tanktop, but this time, he knew it was something less insidious than a body switch.

It was just Buffy staking her claim as the sexiest Slayer in his life.

Feeling playful, he gestured Buffy to not make any noise, then tapped his other side. At face value, trying to bring another girl to bed while dealing with someone as dangerous and unbalanced as Faith was a stupid idea, but he had some advantages.

The biggest was Faith’s obsession with Buffy. Even her enthusiasm toward bedding him came from his link to Buffy, though after he proved his skills, it might change.

Also, after something as intense as a body switch, she wouldn’t mind having Buffy in her bed.

“You’re crazy,” Buffy said as she followed his direction, and arrived at his bed. She kissed him gently, before looking at Faith with an expression that was between confusion and gentleness.

He suspected that her talk with her mother went differently than he expected. “So, how was the patrol?” he asked.

“Maybe I didn’t patrol,” she said as she shifted, climbing onto his lap, her hips already moving. She had no underwear, and her wetness was incredible; which also confirmed that not only she patrolled, but she also brought extra clothes just to change. He appreciated the effort. To answer her question, he merely smirked. “Damn the Slayer horniness,” she whispered playfully.

He hummed. Having Buffy ride him was always fun, but Faith was still cuddling him, naked, which made it even sexier. Especially since poor Faith shuffled in his arms, clearly shocked by what was going on. She clearly expected a fight, not this.

“Wow, B. I didn’t expect you to ride that well,” Faith said, opening her eyes as she shuffled, stretching in a very pointed way that not only pushed her covers away, but also showed off her whole body. “I always assumed you were a strictly missionary kind of gal.”

Sam was fascinated by the combative aura Faith was able to radiate while doing so.

No wonder she had never got along with Buffy, he realized. When she felt uncomfortable, Faith acted out, which felt like a challenge to Buffy, who responded negatively due to her insecurities.

Luckily, at this point, Buffy was too used to having threesomes to find Faith’s act threatening. He owed Willow a big one, not only due to familiarity, but because Willow had a tendency to act out in bed whenever she felt neglected, which was very similar to Faith’s current reaction.

It helped that, after everything they had done, Buffy wasn’t feeling insecure about her sexuality.

Still, he was fascinated when Buffy looked at Faith with a big smirk, not even slowing down. “What can I say? All those years of cheerleading training helped,” she said smugly.

“Oh, do tell,” Faith responded as she lay back, her face half buried in his neck possessively, even playfully kissing, but her gaze was more on Buffy. Faith was still shocked at Buffy’s actions, so she escalated.

“It’s all about balance and timing, right?” Buffy responded, her smirk turning vicious in a way that made him even harder, which was a great achievement under the circumstances.

Faith was once again caught flatfooted by Buffy’s response. “I always favored instincts and passion,” she responded, and then kissed him.

He responded even as he let his hands move, one slipping under Buffy’s skirt, the other to Faith’s naked core, and started caressing both of them at the same time. As fun as it was to watch them needle each other, he didn’t forget that they were strong enough to juggle him casually if angered.

It was his job to ensure it hadn’t happened. Though, if he had to admit, the only reason he was confident of controlling the situation was the current state of his Tantric skill.

[Tantric - Expert 990/1000]

Two more orgasms, and he would unlock the next step of the skill. He was very fascinated what would be the difference between Expert and the next stage.

Hopefully, the System wouldn’t choose to enter cooldown at that exact moment.

With that, he turned his attention to the most dangerous threesome he had ever attempted. Yet, it only made it more exciting, confirming that there was something seriously wrong with him.

Faith pulled back from the kiss after a while, looking at Buffy, shocked at seeing her passionate rather than angry. “Really, B? I expected a bit more reaction,” she teased. “Don’t tell me I’m not your first threesome.” Though, even as she asked, she was confident she knew the answer.

Which was why her lips parted in shock when Buffy gave a casual answer. “That’s because you’re not,” she said smugly, her hips still moving.

“Really?” Faith said, incredulous. Sam couldn’t help but pity Faith’s expression a bit. It was somewhere between pure arousal, regret, and hope. “Who?”

“Come on, Faith,” he teased. “I’m sure you can guess it? I’ll even let you ask one thing from me if you can guess.”

“Easy, Cordelia,” Faith responded.

Buffy growled. “Good try, but no,” he teased.

“Why’s B that angry then?”

“Because she missed a really fun evening by refusing to visit Los Angeles,” he responded, spanking Buffy. “You can try again, but there’s no reward anymore,” he added, still fingering her.

“I mean, who else could be—“ she started, then gasped. “No! It can’t be Red,” she said, shocked into giggling, entertained by the thought.

“Right answer, too bad it was late,” he responded, fingering her harder, amused by Faith’s attitude. She might be dangerous and unbalanced, but she was fun.

She hummed. “I thought she was with the wolf-boy.”

“Well, wolf-boy found a wolf-girl, who tried to make a snack out of Willow. Luckily, Buffy here ditched our date, so I was around.”

“Wow, you stood against a werewolf. Spell?”

“Nope, pure staff technique,” he responded.

Faith hummed, impressed enough to distract her from her competition with Buffy. “Magic, sex, and good enough to survive against a werewolf without getting bitten,” she said. “Any chance you give him to me, B?”

“No chance,” Buffy moaned, her hips getting faster, her possessiveness clear. Then, suddenly, she grabbed Faith’s hair hard, and pulled her closer. “But, we might have a use for a naughty little toy to keep things spicy? Interested.”

He was tense at the moment, because at that moment, he had no idea what Faith would do. It depended on whether her obsession with Buffy or her prickly pride would win—

Faith whimpered, her desire spiking. “Yes,” she said, her voice softest, the most vulnerable he had ever heard. She seemed just as surprised, but when Buffy kissed her hard, she lost her ability to think.

She climaxed.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Faith Lehane]

[+5 Bojutsu]

He hummed, one hand still at her core, but he used the other to tap Buffy’s arm in a specific pattern. At this point, they had developed their own little signals for certain acts.

Buffy slid out, still kissing Faith, but they changed position. They still stayed kissing, but Faith was trapped underneath Buffy, pinning her hands as well.

He slid into Buffy, taking her hard. She seemed to enjoy pinning her rival Slayer a lot. Nowhere near Faith was enjoying it, but still a lot.

A part of him was fascinated just how quickly their great enmity had changed, considering Faith had spent several months in a coma after Buffy stabbed her, and Faith responded by a plot that included body switching … but then, maybe he shouldn’t. Both of them spent almost all their time fighting for their lives.

It was not that weird for them to channel the tension from trying to kill each other to something more amorous. Soon, Buffy started trembling as well.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Main Character Defeated, Buffy Summers]

[+10 Boxing]

And, with that, a notification he had been looking for had arrived.

[Tantric Expert -> Master]

[Tantric - Master 0/2500]

He had to admit, twenty-five hundred points was a lot of points, requiring months of back-breaking work. Luckily, not his back, he thought with amusement as he spanked Buffy’s ass. She pulled back to moan, and catching Faith’s gaze, he pulled back.

Using the distraction from her climax, Faith flipped Buffy, trapping under her. “Finally, I get you exactly where you deserve, B,” she whispered. “Under me, helpless and begging.”

He felt alarm bells ringing. It was sexy, but it was also dangerous. This time, he was afraid Buffy would say something wrong in response to Faith’s statement. A distraction was required. “Wow, forgotten me already, Faith. I have a fragile ego,” he teased her, spanking her ass.

That made Buffy laugh enough to ignore Faith’s very intense statement. “Well, you should work harder, then,” Faith said as she looked back, her smirk maddeningly sexy. It would have been enough to drive a man crazy even if she wasn’t completely naked, and on top of another embodiment of sexiness.

He smirked. “Are you saying I should seduce you without holding back?”

“Holding back, right?” Faith said, somehow managing to make sarcasm sexy. “Do your worst, then.”

Under Faith, he saw Buffy’s eyes widen. “You don’t know what you are asking,” she said.

Faith scoffed, still reckless. “I’ll admit he’s better than average, but acting like this isn’t his best is a bit ridiculous, right? He’s a tough guy. You don’t have to coddle his ego.”

He chuckled. “Buffy, did I tell you that I have found another book on Tantric on my trip, and figured out some new tricks?” he said.

“Oh no,” Buffy said, but her smirk disagreed with her tone. She actually patted Faith’s cheek. “F, it was nice knowing you.”

“Wait, what—“ Faith said, which was all she was able to say when his fingers found her wetness, playing with her like a musical instrument. Franky, even without reaching Master, he probably pulled a version of it, because Faith was far more sensitive to real pleasure than she realized, and probably due to her Slayer powers, a lot of tricks he perfected on Buffy worked on her as well.

Then, it helped that she was sharing the bed with Buffy, and her body was already sensitive from her previous orgasms. Add in the Master Tantric, and she had no hope…

“Oh my god! No! Yes! More!” Faith moaned, which was all she was able to say before Buffy kissed her.

He had a feeling that he would pay for it later, as Faith did feel like a sore loser, but he was happy with it until then…

&&&

[+40 Tantric]

[+20 Bojutsu]

[+60 Boxing]

They woke up to Buffy’s alarm, which told her that it was time for class. Faith flinched awake, and panicked to find herself wrapped between them.

“Relax,” he said as he kissed her neck.

Faith looked at him, then looked at Buffy. “Wow, it wasn’t a dream,” she whispered, fascinated.

“No, it was not,” he said. “Let me guess. In your dreams, there was only Buffy.”

Faith growled, but her blush told the truth. “You’re a real smartass, huh?” she growled, trying to sound annoyed. Unfortunately for her, even she couldn’t manage it after all the explosive orgasms they had experienced.

“There are times I have been called that,” he admitted with a teasing tone. Faith chuckled.

Then, Faith looked at Buffy, who seemed to be sleeping despite the alarm. “Why’s she still sleeping?” she asked.

“If there’s one thing Buffy hates more than vampires is alarm clocks,” he teased. “Look at this,” he said, and grabbed a stake from the side of the bed … which was a standard Sunnydale habit. He put it to Buffy’s hand, and with a flick of her wrist, she nailed the alarm clock, and nestled back into Faith’s arms.

Faith started giggling. “Wow, that’s a shocker. Buffy, slayer of vampires and alarm clocks.”

Faith’s laughter woke Faith up. Buffy raised her head, blushing at the nudity, which she always did at the mornings, but also looked confused. “What’s so funny?”

He chuckled, and pointed at the smoking remains of the alarm clock. “I did it again?” she whispered, covering her face.

“Yep. You saved the world from yet another merciless alarm clock,” he responded, then leaned to kiss her over Faith. “But, if you don’t get moving, you’ll get another fight with the ghoul.”

Faith tensed. “There’s a ghoul?”

“Not a real one,” he said.

“I wish it were a real one,” Buffy said with a sigh. “It would have been much easier. It’s one of my professors. She drives me crazy,” she said, slipping out of the bed.

“Not going to join her in the shower?” Faith asked once Buffy closed the bathroom door.

“Nope,” he said as he pulled her to his chest, and lay back. “Not when she has psychology classes in the morning. She can’t afford to be late.”

Faith stilled, then whispered. “What next?”

“Well, I plan to sleep some more. It has been a tiring day, and an even more tiring night,” he said, even though he understood she was asking a more serious question. She shuffled. “I don’t know,” he said.

“I should be in prison,” she said, her voice desolate. “It’s what I deserve.”

He chuckled. “Not trying to insult you, but actually, it might have been good for you.”

“Yeah,” she said, her tone tight. “Not insulting at all.”

“Think about it. Daily routine, no one can really threaten you because you’re by far the strongest person, and you’ll know that if you truly wish, you can escape. The routine and order will be calming.”

“I hear a but,” she said.

“Unfortunately,” he said. “Did you know I saved Buffy from a bunch of kidnappers that looked oddly professional who deliberately ambushed the police car on the way?”

She tensed. “They were after me.”

“Exactly, and they will continue to be,” he said. “The world is unfair, and you are a slayer. Safe retirement or paying penance is not on the books for you.”

“What do I do?” she said. “How do I deal with the … guilt?”

He shrugged, but he hugged her tighter. “I have no idea. But how about we start with hunting vampires and saving lives, and see how it goes?”

“The last time didn’t go that well.”

“We’ll be more careful,” he said. “I’ll even help you train.” She scoffed. “Not kidding,” he continued. “I mean, I know I don’t come close to defeating you, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing you can learn from sparring, especially if you hold back. I’m not that terrible,” he said, then laughed. “And, it’ll be a change of pace for you to win occasionally.”

Faith’s growl of anger was beautiful as she flipped him, taking him in. “I’ll show you.”

The bathroom door opened soon after, and Buffy appeared wearing only a towel. “Buffy, help me. Save me from the clutches of this weak succubus!”

Buffy helped … then helped again … and missed her class.

Still, some sacrifices were required for the greater good…