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Subject: ::BuffyWantsWillow:: Re: FIC: Fanfic? (2/2) NC-17
Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 21:16:23 -0000
Damn I go away for a couple of days and I miss the good stuff, Hot
very hot. Jen
--- In buffywantswillow@y..., "Red Willow" <reddwillow@h...> wrote:
> Title: Fanfic? (or, Festival of the Fist!)
> Author: Red Willow
> Disclaimer: All characters and reference to belong to Joss Whedon,
Mutant
> Enemy, and all them other peeps. I'm just using them to make my own
fun.
> Girl/Girl lovin' ahead. You no like, you no read.
> Pairing: B/W
> Rating: NC-17
> Summary: Buffy finds out about Willow's nifty new fanfic hobby,
and gets a
> few ideas of her own. There's really no plot, why kid myself. Smut
> ensues... hold on tight!
> Notes: thanks to theBear for letting me see something a little
clearer, and
> to mudrat for the great inspiration and encouraging me to meet my
smut
> quota.
> Feedback? oh yes please!
>
> ***
>
> Buffy slammed Willow into the wall as soon as they reached the top
step,
> devouring her mouth with a ferocity that had the red head's entire
body
> aflame. They pressed into each other trying to squeeze the atoms
between
> them out of the way in need of absolute contact. Buffy tore at
Willow's
> shirt, ripping the light cotton material in her eagerness for bare
skin.
> Willow didn't care, all she wanted was the Slayer's naked form
pressed
> against her, moving with her, sliding into her, and when she heard
the dull
> tear of her panties under Buffy's searching hand, it didn't even
register.
>
> Somehow they managed to stagger down the hall to their bedroom,
despite
> their lip-locked embrace and fight with offending clothes wear.
Willow's
> shirt fell to the floor first, followed by Buffy's, and then
Willow's skirt.
> By the time they hit the wall near their bedroom door, they were
> completely naked, a trail of clothes scattered behind them.
>
> Buffy broke from the kiss, panting hard with her forehead against
her
> lover's. One look into the deep green eyes in front of her and
Buffy knew
> Willow was ready for her, even without her fingers already sliding
up and
> down the witch's seeping slit, coated in her thick juices. The
thought of
> what they were about to enter into nearly brought the Slayer to her
knees in
> want. She was going to be inside Willow, stretching her wider and
burrowing
> deeper than she'd ever before. Her fingers would become her entire
hand, an
> extension of herself absorbed into her lover, holding the very core
of
> Willow's sex.
>
> When they hit the bed, Willow scraped her nails down the toned
muscles of
> her girlfriend's shoulders, feeling wet lips and teeth along her
neck and
> collarbone. Her weeping cunt throbbed in angry need, opening and
expanding
> in eager anticipation to be filled and rocked. She arched up,
pushing her
> breast against Buffy's mouth as she felt the thrilling dart and
swirl of the
> Slayer's skilled tongue on her erect flesh.
>
> Willow let out a low moan against her bitten bottom lip and tangled
her
> fingers through her girlfriend's shiny blonde locks, pulling
tightly on the
> hair. Buffy growled around her lover's stiff peak, loving the
slight pain
> the hair-tug caused.
>
> "Use your teeth." Willow instructed, pushing her breasts forcibly
against
> Buffy's mouth.
>
> The Slayer went from one firm breast to the other, trailing hungry
kisses in
> the valley between. She rolled the rosy peaks with her tongue
before
> sucking them into her mouth where she roughly raked her teeth
across them.
> Willow jerked with every rough yet pleasurable touch, eliciting
high-pitched
> moans from deep within her.
>
> Willow was literally dripping in need, her hot liquid seeping out
between
> her slick lips and running down between her ass cheeks. With every
push and
> brush from her girlfriend's thigh, Willow fell closer and closer to
release.
> Wanting only the slightest bit of friction to bring her over the
edge, she
> pushed up to meet the smooth bare skin of her lover's leg, feeling
herself
> slide easily against it, squishing her wet folds back against her
hard nub
> that ached and jumped in desperate need for attention.
>
> Buffy pressed forward with her thigh, securing Willow's first
orgasm. As
> the waves washed through her lover's body, Buffy slipped her hand
under her
> thigh and between the soaked folds of Willow's sex. She latched
her mouth
> onto the red head's neck and sucked, greedy with hunger, pulling
the pale
> flesh in her mouth sharply. Moving her leg back to have more room
in which
> to maneuver, Buffy slipped three fingers into Willow easily, her
sex open
> and waiting to be fitted and filled. She began a steady thrust,
curling her
> fingers upward to graze against the ridged secret spot Buffy knew
all too
> well. Pressing the pad of her thumb just to the side of Willow's
clit, the
> Slayer made small circles around the knotted flesh.
>
> "Oh Gods? Buffy?" Willow moaned, bringing her knees up higher and
pushing
> back with her hips to meet her girlfriend's thrusts. "Oh fuck? you
feel so
> good?"
> "You like that, baby?" The slayer asked her in between lapping at
Willow's
> pale, freckled flesh; she absolutely loved the taste of her lover's
skin,
> never able to get enough.
> "Oh yeah? Oh? just like that?" Willow brought her hips down hard
against
> Buffy's quickening pace, feeling the pressure build in her
belly. "Baby,
> fuck me? Harder!" she demanded.
>
> Buffy brought her fingers almost completely out before slamming
back into
> her lover with an added finger, stretching Willow's channel. The
red head
> screamed out in affirmation, bringing her hips up to meet the
meatier
> pounding the Slayer was providing. Buffy thrust fiercely, feeling
Willow's
> muscles tense and jump around her fingers. She circled the witch's
clit in
> rhythm with her thrusts, her thumb sliding up when her fingers
slammed in,
> and back down when they slid out.
>
> "Oh? Oh! Don't stop!"
> "I won't baby, I won't?" Buffy breathed out, her hair hanging
around her
> face as beads of sweat gathered on her brow.
> "Fuck me Slayer!"
>
> Willow reached up, finding the brass bars of the headboard and lay
a death
> grip on them, her small biceps popping up in her strain against the
roar of
> her second orgasm as it crashed through her, sending her body into
a fit of
> shudders. Buffy continued in her effort as Willow's body shook and
her mind
> raced to all points not currently connected with reality.
>
> "Oh fuckin' shit!"
>
> It was exactly what Buffy had been waiting for. As Willow's orgasm
ripped
> through her, the blonde tucked her thumb into the palm of her hand
and
> pressed her fist into her lover's slick channel until she couldn't
anymore.
> Almost the entire way in, her knuckles just barely past the wet
ring of
> muscle holding it back.
>
> Willow's eyes shot open and she let out a silent cry. Buffy
hovered above
> her, watching with intense eyes, the reaction from the witch.
Willow met
> her gaze and the two stayed locked like that for a few silent
moments until
> Willow nodded, giving the silent okay for Buffy to keep going.
>
> "Are you all right?" The Slayer asked the love of her life.
> "Uh huh? hurts a little? but feels?" She didn't finish as she
closed her
> eyes momentarily and let herself open up around Buffy's hand.
>
> Buffy pressed on, inching her knuckles and the larger part of her
hand past
> the tight wall that threatened to stop her. She continued to stare
intently
> at Willow, noting how her lover's facial features changed from
pleasure to
> pain and then back again. She twisted her hand sideways, back and
forth
> slowly as if trying to screw her fist into the hole. She pressed
the heel of
> her free hand against Willow's clit, applying pressure in a subtle
circle.
> With every twist of her girlfriend's hand, Willow shut her eyes
tighter,
> then relaxed as Buffy moved further into her.
>
> "Wait." Willow gasped, letting the burning in her sex where it
gripped
> Buffy's hand subside.
>
> She reached her hand out, fingering the draw of their nightstand
until she
> got it partway open. Inside were their toys. Organized neatly into
little
> bags or boxes. Buffy stayed her hand and dragged her eyes from
Willow's
> flushed face to their nightstand. She nodded, and without
withdrawing from
> her, reached up with her other hand and grabbed the bottle of lube
they kept
> there.
>
> "Sorry." Willow said quietly, embarrassed at being the one to want
this, yet
> not able to take her lover's hand.
> "Shh?" Buffy smiled and twisted her hand out a couple of inches as
gently as
> possible and poured the lubricant around her hand.
>
> "Tell me when you're ready." She told Willow.
> "I'm ready." Willow nodded, relaxing herself.
> "Are you sure?"
>
> Buffy didn't want to do anything Willow wasn't ready for. This
wasn't just
> about making her lover feel good; this was about trust and
understanding.
> She knew Willow wanted this, but wouldn't press on if she felt
Willow
> couldn't take any more. The entire situation was intense. The
witch and
> the Slayer were experiencing something they'd never ventured into
before.
> Willow was offering a part of herself to Buffy that no one had ever
> possessed or touched. And Buffy was overwhelmed with emotion at her
lover's
> willingness to submit to her in such a way.
>
> Willow nodded and grinned.
>
> "I want your fist inside me Slayer."
>
> Buffy raised an eyebrow at Willow's bluntness but continued to
create
> friction against her tight knot. Willow's soft moans became louder
as Buffy
> pressed forward, the lubricant coating her hand making it much
easier to
> ease into Willow's body. She could feel Willow reflexively trying
to clench
> down on her hand and then relaxing, just has her facial features
changed.
>
> Willow was riding on the edge of an intense orgasm. The steady
pressure of
> Buffy's hand on her clit and the continued effort of penetration
made her
> entire body hum and buzz with the expectation of release. She
rocked up
> against Buffy's hand, trying to stay relaxed, yet clenching her
thighs,
> knowing she was close.
> Knowing what was happening in Willow's body, Buffy tensed her arm
and pushed
> forward in one fluid motion, putting her entire body behind the
effort. She
> felt her sex jump and plea for release as Willow's cunt blossomed
around her
> hand and her knuckles finally popped under the tight ring of
muscle,
> allowing the rest of her hand and wrist to slide along inviting
velvety
> walls.
>
> Willow cried out, both in pleasure and pain as Buffy's fist finally
sank
> into her and the building pressure in her stomach from her lover's
steady
> ministrations let loose. She arched up off the bed, yanking at the
balled
> bunches of sheets in her hands and bucked in rhythm with the bright
sheets
> of energy that slammed through her. Buffy stayed her fist though,
neither
> rocking nor twisting, simply rode out the orgasm with her lover,
feeling
> Willow's muscles spasm and clench around her hand.
>
> Kneeling in between Willow's legs, with one hand on the tight
jumble of
> nerves she could never get enough of and her other hand deep inside
her
> lover, Buffy thought she might orgasm without contact. Her hips
moved on
> their own, and she could feel her wetness trickling out between her
swollen
> outer lips. Her sex gaped and throbbed for attention, but she
ignored it the
> best she could, instead focusing all her time and energy on Willow.
>
> Willow would never be able to describe the feeling of having her
lover's
> fist inside her. She felt stretched and full, unlike anything she'd
ever
> experienced and it was absolutely wonderful to be possessed in such
an
> intimate manner.
>
> "Are you okay?" Buffy kept her hand still and curled into a tight
fist, her
> eyes never leaving Willow's.
> "Oh yeah? Oh Goddess? it feels? you feel so good inside me."
>
> Buffy groaned, feeling a sharp ache down deep in her sex that was
almost
> painful. Her legs shook and she had to shut her eyes tight,
clenching her
> jaw muscles, in order to ignore the scream her cunt seemed to throw
at her.
>
> Willow reached down and wrapped her slim fingers around Buffy's
forearm just
> before it disappeared inside her. The Slayer opened her eyes and
looked at
> Willow, thinking the girl wanted her to start moving her hand. But
the red
> head had a crooked smile on her face that told her she had other
plans.
>
> "What?" Buffy asked softly.
> "Here." Willow nudged Buffy's side with her leg. "I want to see
you? while
> your hand's?"
>
> Buffy grinned, realizing what Willow wanted.
>
> "You want to see me what?" The blonde couldn't really wait, she
needed
> release so bad it was beginning to be painful, but hearing Willow
tell her
> what she wanted only fueled the fire that burned between her legs.
>
> Willow swallowed and clenched her PC muscles, gripping her lover's
hand
> tighter as if to pull it further into her.
>
> "I want to see you come." Willow met Buffy's eyes, noting the need
in her
> eyes, yet admiring the strength and will it took to hold back, to
continue
> their game. "I? need? to watch you come? with your hand inside me."
>
> Without another word, the Slayer propped herself up with her free
hand and
> straddled the witch's bent leg, resting her dripping sex just above
the
> knee. With short, steady movements, Buffy began to ride her
lover's thigh.
> She let out soft grunts with every forward thrust, knowing it would
only
> take a few more to finally obtain release. She moved her fist
inside
> Willow, bringing it back but a mere millimeter before pushing
forward again.
>
> The pleasure Willow felt was unparalleled. Watching Buffy bring
herself
> off, the sway of her breasts as she thrust forward, the way the tip
of her
> tongue caressed her bottom lip was giving her immense satisfaction,
just as
> watching her masturbate always did. But seeing the promise of
orgasm dance
> across her lover's face and body was only the beginning of her
pleasure.
> Inside her, Buffy's hand worked in short jabs, pressing into and
along every
> inch of her channel, quickly building to another orgasm.
>
> "Oh? yeah baby?" Willow moaned, not moving her hips, just clenching
her
> muscles around the moving hand.
>
> Willow reached up and cupped Buffy's cheek, her thumb on her chin.
Buffy
> momentarily met her gaze before shutting her eyes tight and biting
hard on
> her bottom lip. Her orgasm passed through her hard, shooting up
through her
> center in a hot bolt of energy that made her shake unsteadily.
>
> She hardly made a sound, simply rode out her orgasm, and thankful
for the
> relief, though she knew it was nowhere near what she really needed.
That
> could wait though, she reasoned, today was for Willow. Looking down
at her
> lover, she saw Willow's flushed face, her mouth hanging open, and
her eyes
> dark and dilated. She kept up the movement with her hand, deciding
to push
> the witch as far as she could.
>
> When Willow felt Buffy's tempo change, she thought she'd orgasm
right away,
> but instead she rode on the edge of ecstasy, right up to the edge,
yet never
> over it. Any other time and it would have frustrated her; she
would have
> sought release in the movement of her hips, the friction against
her clit,
> anything to push her into that bright state of pleasure. Now
though, being
> on the edge gripped her and held her tight, and she loved every
second of
> it.
>
> Buffy pulled her hand out until her knuckles met that tight ring of
muscle.
> She held it there and locked eyes with Willow again. She mouthed `I
love
> you' and when Willow nodded Buffy slammed her hand back into her
lover as
> far as it would go.
>
> "Oh Gods!!" Willow screamed, the sensations running through her
body
> reaching as far as her fingertips and toes.
>
> Again Buffy pulled out to her knuckles and slammed back into her,
rough, but
> careful not to hurt her. She kept her eyes on the face of her
girlfriend,
> noting every line and curve that shifted with the movement of her
hand, with
> the pleasure and pain Willow experienced. Buffy picked up a
thrusting
> rhythm, slow and rough, but steady along Willow's expanding and
contracting
> walls. She could feel the girl's sex blooming, opening up to her
even more
> now that she was really starting to fuck her.
>
> Willow's moans became the score in which they moved to.
Indistinguishable,
> yet laced in affirmation and bliss, they floated from her mouth,
weaving
> their way around and between her and Buffy as if securing the
connection
> between them.
>
> Buffy slipped off of Willow's thigh and brought it around her waist
where it
> tightened its hold. The red head slid her thumb along Buffy's
lips, wanting
> to feel her lover's face, and felt the blonde's tongue dart out to
taste it.
> She slipped it inside and Buffy happily nibbled and sucked on the
small
> digit while increasing her steady thrust into her lover.
>
> Willow's whole body shifted upward and then back down with Buffy's
> increasing momentum. She felt as if Buffy was not only touching her
sex but
> also reaching up into the rest of her. The Slayer's touch was so
deep, that
> Willow thought she might reach her very soul. The pressure in her
was
> steadily building to a level she hadn't felt before and she
couldn't decide
> if she wanted to continue in this fashion or finally obtain
release. Both
> prospects held the promise of absolute pleasure and Willow knew it
couldn't
> be her that held the decision tonight.
>
> As if speaking her thoughts out loud, Buffy quickened her pace,
slamming
> into her lover's body with all the passion and lust that was
building up
> inside her. Quick, hard jabs made her muscles ripple and jump with
her
> effort. Slayer strength and stamina definitely had its advantages
in the
> bedroom.
>
> Willow trailed her fingers down Buffy's face, down the length of
her neck,
> and came to rest over Buffy's pounding heart. She moaned and
groaned,
> arching into her lover's hard pounding, and tightened her grip
around
> Buffy's waist.
>
> Buffy glanced at her girlfriend's hand on her heart and felt an
overwhelming
> sense of completeness fill her. She was with the woman she loved,
had
> always loved, and they were connecting in a way their previous
lovemaking
> had never allowed them to before.
>
> "Willow." Buffy breathed out her girlfriend's name like a kiss.
> "Yes?" The red head was barely able to speak, so lost in the
sensations that
> were bombarding her body.
> "Touch yourself."
>
> Willow nodded, willing do anything Buffy told her. She belonged to
the
> Slayer and trusted her implicitly.
>
> She brought her hand down to her sex, first touching Buffy's
forearm and
> then wrist as the Slayer brought her hand out a few inches before
slamming
> it back in. Willow slid her wet fingers up to the hard jumble of
nerves at
> the top of her sex and set to encircling it with a slow steady
rhythm.
>
> "Faster." Instructed Buffy.
>
> Without a word, Willow increased her touch, feeling her skin
stretch
> downward every time Buffy pushed her fist into her. She assaulted
her clit
> with two fingers, pushing down and back up in some semblance of a
circle.
> She could hear the wet of her sex click around Buffy's pounding
hand as she
> brought her hips down to meet the harder thrusts. Willow's sex was
so open
> and loose now, that Buffy was able to bring her entire hand out
before
> ramming it back in, impaling Willow onto her forearm.
>
> "Oh! Holy fuck! Buffy!"
>
> When the bright white fire of her orgasm crashed through her,
Willow jerked
> and twisted in absolute pleasure. Orgasmic waves spiked through
her,
> touching every ounce of her, connecting everything to her center.
>
> "Yes? oh Goddess yes!"
>
> Leaving her clit in favor of anything else to grab on to, she
clawed Buffy's
> shoulder with fingers still slick of her own juices, while the
other pulled
> at a brass bar of the headboard mercilessly. Her hips bucked
wildly, meeting
> Buffy's continued thrust even as her orgasm continued to ravage her
body.
>
> Buffy was in awe. Never once had Willow responded in such a
manner. Oh,
> she'd been wild, and had had intense orgasms that made her thrash
about
> under Buffy's care, but this was altogether different. Different
and
> wonderful. Buffy made a mental note to encourage her lover to read
more
> fanfic if it lead to this.
>
> Willow brought her hand to her sex again, beginning a renewed
effort at
> orgasm and Buffy, seeing this, quickened her pace yet again. She
slammed her
> fist down deep into Willow's cunt for all she was worth over and
over,
> pounding her into the mattress.
>
> "Sweet mother?" Buffy breathed out, her sex dripping and jumping on
the
> verge of release.
>
> It didn't take long before Willow was in complete rapture. Her
hips bucked
> up against Buffy and she brought both hands up to the blonde's
shoulders,
> digging her hails in, creating tiny half moons over the red ones
left
> moments before.
>
> "Oh Buffy, Buffy, Buffy!" She chanted the Slayer's name again and
again as
> she clung to the last thread of her orgasm.
>
> Slowly and very gently, Buffy withdrew her fist from Willow after
letting
> the witch completely calm from her high. Willow wrapped her arms
around the
> Slayer and pulled her to her tightly, feeling saddened by the
emptiness left
> behind, but complete with her lover as well. They kissed softly,
their
> tongues dancing in each other's mouths as Willow's hands found
Buffy's
> breasts and manipulated her nipples.
>
> "Oh? shit?" Buffy broke from the kiss, her sex throbbing harder
than ever.
> "Willow?"
>
> Willow kissed the Slayer's cheek, and then trailed soft kisses down
her neck
> to her chest. She traced her fingers in small circles over Buffy's
body,
> feeling the woman beneath her tremble in anticipation.
>
> "Wait." Buffy said softly, stopping her girlfriend. "Aren't you?? I
mean?
> you must be exhausted."
> "I am? but I can't have my Slayer suffering, can I?" Willow winked
at her
> lover before moving further down and attaching her mouth to the
smooth firm
> flesh of Buffy's stomach.
>
> Buffy closed her eyes and tried to be patient, tried to relax and
enjoy
> Willow's tender touch. But the ache in her sex was overpowering and
she
> needed release bad. She pushed down on Willow's shoulder, urging
her between
> her legs. Willow simply grinned and complied. Her own sex felt
swollen and
> sore, yet it didn't bother her. It was similar to the times Buffy
had used
> the paddle, her ass was bruised the next day, and sometimes it hurt
to sit,
> but it was worth it.
>
> Willow took in the sight of her lover's glistening sex. Buffy's
juices were
> smeared as far as her thighs and her slick swollen lips were
practically
> begging to be licked clean. She inhaled deeply the rich musky
scent of her
> lover before bringing her lips down to meet the lips of Buffy's
sex. She
> kissed them softly, flicking her tongue out to dip into the tangy
liquid.
> She hungered for the Slayer's taste, craved the power she held over
her when
> she licked the hot folds of her sex, when she sucked the hard
jumble of
> nerves into her mouth, when she fucked her with her tongue.
>
> The witch was going to show her Slayer just how grateful she was
for the
> gift she'd received. She'd show her for the rest of the week if
that were
> what it took.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> "What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound
> anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that
> as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like
> beautiful music."
> -Soren Kierkegaard
>
> stealing someone's idea is worse than stealing their car.
> - Tricia Warden, 'One'
>
> Memento Mori.
>
>
>
>
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