Destined For Dawn 4 (Patreon)

Buffy closed the front door of the Summers home and sagged against the hard surface, her head thudding lightly against the wood. Faith’s motorcycle was parked on the street, so she knew she was here. Just like she’d been for over a week now, a fixture at the Summers residence, getting her asshole destroyed nonstop for Dawn.

The worst part was that, now that it was obvious to all of them what an enthusiastic anal slut Faith was, there was no need for Buffy to monitor things. Not that that stopped her from hearing Dawn and Faith’s fucking; it echoed through the whole house. She just couldn’t see it. Couldn’t join in. Couldn’t do anything but know that Faith was Dawn’s bitch now, not her.

Buffy heaved a heavy sigh, trying to dispel the raging need inside her. It ended up more like a growl than a breath. She decided that was it—she’d had enough. If the two of them were going to fulfill a prophecy without her, that was fine, but they could do it at Faith’s place. Buffy was still the Slayer and she couldn’t slay vampires when Dawn and Faith kept her up at all hours. She quickly climbed the stairs and went to her sister’s room.

As she approached Dawn’s door, open a crack, she heard the sound of heavy, labored breathing. She looked inside and, for the first time in a week, saw and was reminded of just what produced all those sex sounds she heard.

Their naked, sprawling bodies were on Dawn’s bed and they were doing what Buffy had done when Dawn had been her mistress. Faith’s mouth was totally wrapped around Dawn’s strap-on, licking and sucking it in a way that couldn’t have anything to do with fulfilling a prophecy—there was only lust in the way the other Slayer acted.

Buffy immediately stepped back from what she saw through the ajar door. She leaned against the wall behind her, blushing at the thought that either of them might have noticed her seeing something so intimate—not that either of them were shy, any more than she had been when she’d been the one… no, she’d never done something as obscene as sucking on that dildo, that dildo that was constantly going in and out of her ass and had initiated Faith’s anus the same way. Well, maybe she had, but she hadn’t enjoyed it like Faith did!

No, that feeling quickly gave way to rising anger. The thought of Faith indulging herself with her sister filled Buffy with a tangle of familial responsibilities and jealousy that she’d never experienced before.

What am I supposed to do? Buffy wondered. Should I go in there? Should I leave them alone? How do I get what I want? What the fuck DO I want?

She struggled with her questions, turning them over and over in her mind until her anger faded. Then she remembered just how shocked she should be. Not only was Dawn having sex, but Faith was giving a blowjob to her strap-on cock. That was insane. Her kid sister was doing something Buffy herself had only done a handful of times, and only on a guy (except those one or two times where she’d had to submit to Dawn, it was the prophecy)! While this was clearly either a prelude to… what you did with a lubricated strap-on… or cleaning it off after the deed was done.

And from there, Buffy slid to a new emotion: curiosity. From where she was, she heard the guttural moans of enjoyment—Faith’s—her delight in submitting to her mistress. And some talk, too low for her to make out, but it could only be Dawn… Faith might be crude, but she wouldn’t talk with her mouth full.

And Buffy remembered what Dawn had said to her when she’d been Dawn’s bitch.

Buffy had to know. She had to see what exactly Faith had done to get to be Dawn’s full-time submissive over her own sister. And sure, on some level, that made no sense to her—in fact, a good bit of Buffy protested over how she was justifying herself now. But the larger part of her didn’t care.

She went back to the door and opened it a little wider, letting her see more of what Dawn and Faith were doing. And she did see, though she felt like a little girl watching her first sex scene.

She found herself enthralled by the rawness of what she was seeing and hearing. It actually struck Buffy as beautiful—the softness of their low, rhythmic moans—Faith sighing around Dawn’s cock, Dawn clearly getting off on watching Faith roll her lips up and down on its length.

Then there was the lavish play of light on their sweaty bodies. Faith the sexual wildcat, sheer sensuality, rippling muscles punctuating her supple curves. Dawn more girlish, sylphlike, so wan and lean it seemed absurd for such a slip of a girl to be receiving Faith’s worship.

But in the heady rush of spying on them, Buffy had mistaken the arrangement of their shadow-soaked bodies. The sunlight continued to burn, however weakly, through the drawn blinds and Buffy made out what they were truly doing.

Dawn knelt on all fours, her face crushed against the Disney princess spread of her bedsheets, and her hips were high in the air. Faith was behind her, knees lowered submissively to the ground. Her tongue ran in wide circles around Dawn’s pert little ass, firm and quivering, outlined in all its quivering milk-whiteness by the black straps of her dildo’s harness.

“God, Faith,” Dawn groaned appreciatively. “Whenever I think you’re too much of a rebel to accept you’re my slave, I feel your tongue back there and I know you couldn’t do that unless you’d resigned yourself to being a bitch! Oh shit, don’t stop! No wonder you like getting ass-fucked so much. That hole must be the most sensitive part of the body… too bad for me that a little cunt like you couldn’t possibly top me. I’ll just have to let you tongue me back there… while you count your blessings that you get to have my cock fucking your hole open the moment you make me come.”

Her words inflamed Buffy as much as they did Faith. And like the bitch she was, Faith’s hands came up to squeeze the lush pillows of Dawn’s ass. Her tongue slid between Dawn’s cheeks while her nails dug into the taut flesh, forcing her glutes as far apart as they would go.

Dawn squealed, body trembling in luscious enjoyment while she experienced the tip of Faith’s tongue rolling through her valley, coming to rest against the tiny, throbbing ring of her sphincter. “OOOOOHHH! GOD, YES, YES!” she cried. “You’re almost there, Faith! You’ve almost earned your next ass-reaming! Give me that wonderful tongue now! NOW!”

Faith quivered, fiercely possessed by her need to meet Dawn’s desire. She rolled her tongue into a vaguely phallic shape and pushed it at Dawn’s tight anus, swirling it in and out of her, moaning to feel every push climb further into Dawn’s rectum.

Dawn herself was a shuddering mass of sweat-drenched flesh. She arched her back, spreading her legs as wide as she could to let Faith’s fiery tongue in. Low animal moans issued from her throat, released half by the sensual bliss she felt at having Faith’s tongue in her rectum, half by the submission required to make Faith drop down and eat her ass.

Even watching them, Buffy was affected—lost in the hypnotic sight. She saw the juices anointing Dawn’s sparse pubic hair as she bobbed up and down in passionate enjoyment of the analingus she’d commanded Faith to give her. She still wore the strap-on and, with Dawn’s roiling contortions animating it, it seemed to jerk and twitch in readiness, hungry to show Faith what it really was to get fucked in the ass.

Buffy couldn’t marshal any surprise, any outrage. All she felt was the searing need of her sexual desire. Her pussy was a seething liquid, made molten by the pornographic sight before her.

By now, Faith’s lust was past the point of quenching, but she was still a maddened slave to it. She crushed her face into Dawn’s small, svelte ass, the velvety texture of the taut flesh rubbing against her cheeks, tongue spearing obsessively into Dawn’s tiny little hole.

“OH GOD! OH GOD!” Dawn was so far gone she was jerking off her artificial cock, her hand stroking up and down its length, forcing the base against her rabid pussy. Grinding it into her sex in an attempt to make her cunt feel as good as her asshole did with Faith’s tongue in it. “YOU DIRTY… DIRTY…”

With both hands, she jammed the strap-on onto her snatch, head tipping back, eyes rolling up in her skull, and she came, spurting, her juices pumping right into the crotch of her strap-on’s harness, washing down her trembling legs and splashing up onto her tensing belly, making her slender abs gleam even wetter than her sweat.

“Whooorre,” Dawn breathed, trailing off into an exhausted whisper.

Her right hand spastically tremored up and down on the head of the strap-on, while her left tightened in a death-grip on the base of its length, so hard that the silicone squeaked.

“More, Dawn, more!” Faith gasped, literally kissing Dawn’s ass, her body quaking in its hunger to be rewarded for her submission. “I need to be your bitch again. Let me have your cock… that beautiful cock… you can put it all the way up my ass… you can fuck me like I’m your sister… like I’m your perfect fucking sister…”

Faith lifted her face from its blissful work and hopped onto the bed beside Dawn, crawling before her, prostrating herself facing away from her goddess—surrendering her ass to the massive bulk of the strap-on.

Dawn took one look at her, face down, ass in the air, and groaned like she’d gotten an infusion of pure lust. “God, Faith, I love that body of yours,” she moaned, her breath panting fitfully out of her. “I could fuck that ass forever. But then your Slayer healing would never let it tighten up so I could take your black cherry all over again. Tell me, slutty version of Buffy, you feel like you’re tight enough now to make it worth my time to break you in?”

“Yes, yes, I’m ready! Fuck my asshole in—don’t ever stop!”

“Don’t stop?” Dawn asked, clearly getting off on torturing Faith a little by making her wait for her mistress, even if her own lust had to be skyrocketing. Buffy could see her still jerking on her strap-on, playing its base against her wet snatch. “Not even to fuck Buffy? We’ve gone the whole week with you barely letting me take my cock out of your ass—it’s like you’re trying to wear my strap-on down. Weren’t you the one who wanted to eff my sister so bad? You sure acted like it…”

“Fuck that cunt,” Faith said unrepentantly. “Let her get into another love triangle with whatever hot guys she has buzzing around her this week. She’s got everyone in love with her already; no way she can take a cock up the ass like me, so fuck her!”

Dawn giggled. “I guess by that you really mean ‘don’t fuck her,’ huh? God, baby, you’re so jealous. Do you like getting it in the ass that bad or does my sister just drive you that gonzo?”

Faith groaned with a sullenness to rival Dawn at her most teenaged. “Hey, you wanna fuck my ass or not? In case you forgot, we have a prophecy to fulfill here!”

“Yeah, right. Let me see if I remember how I did this when I made Buffy come like she was personally ending the drought.”