Broken Buffy (Vampirella/BtVS Commission 3) (Patreon)

Xander couldn’t believe that Buffy asked him to come along with her on a trip to the crypt where the vamp she’d staked last week had stayed. She had mentioned wanting his help moving something, but honestly he was having a hard time concentrating, was her skirt shorter than normal?

He knew that it was probably stupid, and not really appropriate to think of his best friend in that way, but he couldn’t help it, he'd had some seriously inappropriate thoughts about her. He was trying to keep it under control, but when she asked him to come on this trip, alone, he had hoped that she was going to...well, ask for something besides heavy lifting.

“So Buff,” Xander said as they entered the crypt, “why do you need my help moving something exactly?”

“Well,” Buffy began, her voice trailing off.

Xander turned back to look towards her.She was looking down at the ground, her hand reaching up and rubbing the back of her neck. Her face was red, the blush reaching down to her chest and...wait, was he seeing her nipples through her shirt?

Before Xander could say anything, Buffy looked up, her eyes meeting his, and he saw that she was nervous. There was a touch of fear there, as if she was afraid that he would be mad or angry at her. Her gaze moved to the side and then back to him. Xander opened his mouth to say something, ask what was wrong, or even joke about her getting him down here to kill him, but he didn’t get the chance.

Xander’s eyes practically bugged out of his head as Buffy moved, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down into a searing kiss. It took him a moment to realize what was going on, the feeling of her lips and the taste of her tongue pushing aside the confusion and disbelief. When the shock wore off, his hands came up to rest on her hips, his lips and tongue moving to meet hers.

She released her grip on his collar, her arms wrapping around his neck as they kissed, and Xander couldn't stop the groan that left him as he felt her breasts press against his chest. His hand slipped down, groping and cupping her ass, squeezing her cheeks through the pleated skirt she was wearing.

They stood there for a while, their mouths locked, tongues dancing as their hands roamed. Xander felt Buffy pull back, her hand sliding down his chest and stomach, until her fingers started tracing the outline of his erection, the bulge in his pants tenting out his jeans. Xander groaned, pulling back slightly as his hands came up to cup and grope her breasts through her top.

“Is this why you invited me out here, Buff?” Xander asked, a part of his brain noting that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt. Also that her nipples were poking through the thin fabric.

“Among other things,” she said, her voice soft and sultry. She was smiling at him, looking at him, but it seemed as if she was waiting for something.

He could have sworn that he saw a flash of...something on her face, before it cleared up and she gave him a small smile. What that something was, he didn't know, and the thought left his mind when he felt her hand slip between his legs and squeeze his shaft.

“Xander,” Buffy began, her tone serious, “I’m going to give you a choice, a chance to say no. If this goes any further, there'll be no turning back.”

In response, Xander leaned down and kissed her. She moaned, pressing against him, and the sound of his zipper being pulled down seemed as loud as a gunshot. As their tongues battled for dominance, he felt Buffy wrap her fingers around his erection, her thumb circling the head and smearing his pre-cum around it.

After a moment, Buffy pulled away, her breathing heavy and her cheeks flushed. Without taking her eyes off of his, she fell to her knees, her free hand pulling her top up to reveal her breasts. Xander couldn't think of a more beautiful sight in his life.

Buffy smiled at the look on his face, a mixture of awe and lust. It was gratifying, and a huge confidence booster, even if she didn't really need it right now. She looked down at his dick, which was twitching, the tip of it oozing more precum, before looking back up at him.

Giving him a smirk, she leaned in, keeping her hands on her knees as she stuck her tongue out. Her tongue circled the head of his penis, teasing and tickling his tip. She could hear him moan and grunt, his breath becoming heavy as she worked. She kept her eyes open, looking up at him. His jaw was slack as he gasped and panted, and the look in his eyes told her all she needed to know.

Xander couldn't believe what was happening. Buffy was on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. He could feel the heat of her mouth and the wetness of her tongue as she sucked and licked him. It was pure heaven.

Suckling on his length, Buffy made sure to pay special attention to the sensitive head. She could feel Xander's hips bucking slightly, trying to push himself deeper into her mouth. She reached up with one hand to stroke his balls, adding another layer of pleasure.

He was so caught up in the sensations that he didn't even realize he had his fingers entwined in her hair until he heard her moan. The vibrations from the sound made him cry out, and his hands flew to her hair, grabbing it in bunches.

Taking that as encouragement, Buffy started moving her head, her lips gliding up and down his length. As her head bobbed, she kept her tongue swirling and twisting around his dick, coating it with her saliva. After a while, she could feel him starting to tense up, his breathing becoming more labored, his grunts and groans louder and longer.

Pulling back, she let her tongue circle the head of his penis once more before letting it fall from her lips. He let out a loud whine, but didn't say anything, instead watching her through half lidded eyes.

Standing up, Buffy put her hand on Xander’s chest and slowly pushed him back to one of the walls. When his back was pressed against it, Buffy simply said, “Don’t want you to finish too soon.”

She pulled her top off, tossing it away before stepping out of her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties, leaving her naked save for her socks and tennis shoes. Xander watched, his eyes fixed on her body, and as his eyes raked over her figure, his hands followed. They ran down her arms and shoulders, her sides and belly, her thighs and butt.

As soon as Xander's hands reached her butt, Buffy let out a gasp. She could feel the heat of his palms through the thin fabric of her socks, and it sent a shiver through her body. Her own hands moved to his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and pulling it off of him.

Once he was shirtless, his hands went back to her body, pulling her close to him. He leaned in to kiss her again, his lips seeking hers hungrily. Their tongues danced together in a hot embrace as their bodies pressed against each other.

Buffy had been craving this ever since her Mistress said that she wanted to 'try him out', and now that she had it, she couldn't get enough. Her hands roamed over Xander's chest and abs, feeling the hard muscles beneath her fingertips. She could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh, and she couldn't resist grinding against it.

Xander groaned into the kiss as he felt Buffy's wetness against him. He lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist, allowing them to grind against each other more easily. He could feel the heat building between them and he knew that they needed to move things along before they both exploded.

Breaking the kiss, Xander leaned down to capture one of Buffy's nipples in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it before giving it a gentle bite. Buffy moaned at the sensation as she ran her fingers through Xander's hair.

Xander moved on to suckle on the other nipple while one hand trailed down Buffy's body until it reached its destination between her thighs. When his hand brushed against her pubic mound, Buffy gasped, and he felt her hand reach down, taking hold of his wrist. She moved his hand, placing it on her pussy and moaning as he began to rub and stroke her.

Gasping, she leaned against his arm as his fingers slid inside her pussy, her breasts rather noticeably pressing against him. Xander was glad that he wasn’t the only one who was having trouble keeping control.

Buffy's eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning loudly. As much as she loved having him play with her, she was on a mission. Reluctantly, she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand back, his fingers slipping out of her. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and thrust her hips back, catching his still hard cock between her ass cheeks.

She could feel the heat coming off of him, and a shiver went through her body as she rubbed her ass against his manhood. Flexing her muscles, she squeezed him between her cheeks, drawing a gasp and a groan from Xander.

“Stay right there,” she purred.  “I’m going to take your virginity like you dream about when you touch yourself.”

She smiled and looked back at him, a grin on her face, before reaching down and pulling his dick from between her cheeks. He was slick, the head of his cock dripping with his precum and her saliva. Moving her hips back, she spread her lower lips, letting him enter her.

Xander cried out as he sank into her. She was wet and tight, and he felt her vaginal walls squeezing and contracting around him. After a moment, he felt her ass rest against his pelvis, his full length buried within her. She grabbed his wrists, guiding his hands. One was moved to her hip, the other around her side to cup a breast.

After a moment, she let go of his wrists and started squeezing down on him with her vaginal muscles. Xander needed no encouragement to start moving.  Well, moving as much as he could with the way her pussy was squeezing him. His hand squeezing and groping her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple. The other hand was squeezing and stroking her ass as his hips slowly pumped, barely able to pull back before being drawn in again.

The two of them moved at a glacial, almost tantric, pace.  The only sounds were their grunts and gasps, moans and cries, and the slapping of their skin. In time, the pace picked up, the short sliding motions turning into short slamming motions as their orgasms grew closer.

Xander came first, and Buffy could feel the flood of his cum filling her up. The warm sensation sent her over the edge, and she cried out as her own orgasm washed over her.

After a while, they stopped, their heavy breathing the only thing to be heard. After a moment, Buffy felt Xander slip out of her, and she sighed at the feeling. Turning around, she faced him and pulled him into a hug, her breasts pressing against his chest.

After a moment, he hugged her back, and they stood there, holding each other, their skin glistening with sweat. Xander's entire body stiffened when the sound of clapping echoed through the crypt.

A pale woman with flowing, ebony black hair walked from behind one of the pillars, her modesty covered only by lengths of red fabric that wouldn’t be out of place on the covers of swimsuit edition magazines. A smirk was on her face, her husky gaze roaming over the two teens.

“An entertaining show,” Vampirella purred, the sound making Xander’s dick twitch despite the fact that he could see the enlarged canine teeth in her mouth. “I believe it’s now my turn to have a go.”