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Willow dumped her goodies on Buffy’s desk and took the chair from it in exchange, dragging it over to Buffy’s upturned ass. It was funny, considering all they’d done, but she still considered just looking at Buffy naked—her pussy, her anus, and most especially her damp thighs—to be one of the biggest pleasures imaginable. When she finally went to sleep, she’d have to do it while looking at Buffy naked. What good dreams that would give her!

It was then that Willow noticed how Buffy’s asshole had changed. It wasn’t just tightening up again after the epic thrashing she had given it. It simply no longer gaped. It had returned entirely to its original appearance! Astonished, Willow moved closer and pushed one of her fingers inside—noting with satisfaction that Buffy barely emitted a peep, the gag was working so well. Buffy was tight on the inside as well, as tight as she’d been… before she’d lost her anal virginity.

“Did you feel that?” she asked Buffy, or more precisely Buffy’s ass, as she couldn’t take her eyes off the miracle of it long enough to have a face to face. “I mean, it felt so tight—on your end too, I mean—not your end, well, yes, your end, but not your end-end…” Willow gathered up her stampeding voice and lowered it into a hushed tone. “Buffy, your Slayer healing made your ass virgin again! Isn’t that great!? I can make you my anal bitch all over again! It can be like the first time every time I stick it in your butt! You’re like the best kink slut ever! Everyone should date a Slayer!”

Although, of course, there was only one Slayer—well, no, but there was only one Buffy. Willow was lucky that way. And she fully intended to make Buffy feel just as lucky that she’d chosen her as a mistress.

Not that Buffy felt lucky. She felt as though she was about to be spanked, bowing down there with her ass in the air for Willow’s perusal. But instead of slapping hands there came one finger…

“Don’t!” she screamed, the gag muffling her most violent cries into vague grunts, but still she tried to make herself heard. “Don’t put anything else in my ass! Use my pussy, use my mouth, anything! I can’t take it up the ass again!”

“Well,” Willow said, hearing Buffy’s enthusiastic grunting. “I see you’re looking forward to more. This calls for some careful study.” She rubbed Buffy’s ass lovingly. “I know you hate studying, but let’s just see how you feel about this kind…”

Willow picked up a stick of butter that she had fetched from downstairs. If Buffy’s ass was virgin again, she was going to need to be lubricated again. Shame the butter hadn’t actually melted, but—

Shrugging to herself, Willow unwrapped one half of the stick of butter and stuffed it into Buffy’s anus, smiling to herself at the horny grunt Buffy gave. She really was eager to get started!

“That’s just the prep work,” Willow told her, patting her rump. “We’re not started yet. Trust me, when we are, you’ll know it.”

With the butter melting in Buffy’s ass, Willow went to put the strap-on back around her waist. Next, she assembled a little laboratory area on Buffy’s desk. It was pretty simple. A notepad, a few pencils, and a clock, though Buffy’s room was so disorganized that finding all those items gave the butter ample time to melt. 

Before it did, though, Willow wrote Test 1 along with the time on the topmost sheet of paper. Then she went to Buffy’s newly virginal asshole, pulling the butter out and watching a trickle of slushy yellow slime run down the Slayer’s perineum. Clearly, Buffy’s anus was well-prepared for the kind of rough anal fucking the blonde was gagging for.

Not that Willow wanted to get a big head, but she did think how lucky Buffy was to have a considerate dom like her. Imagine someone else just shoving it into Buffy’s ass again, maybe not even noticing how it had healed, causing her real pain or damage because they didn’t realize the delicious irony: Buffy was a kinky slut in an utter virgin’s body. 

And she was about to have another kinky slut in her body too.

***

Buffy was so stunned by what Willow wanted to do to her that she lost the power to protest. A wave of self-pity flooded her as she felt hard, firm material replace the slick feeling in her anus. She was shocked. After all the sucking and fucking she had already endured, it just wasn't fair to have a monstrous cock drilling into her ass!

Willow’s hands touched her tender flesh. They cupped her taut, quivering breasts. A palm smoothed over her spine and made her shiver. Another hand rubbed her soaked cunt. She whimpered. Then a hand touched her buttocks, fingers massaging her asshole.

"NO! Nooo! Ohhh, don't!" she screeched through the gag, torn with fear and dread. Her legs and ass-cheeks tightened up in reaction.

"Easy, Buff," Willow said. “Just let it happen.”

Then Buffy felt her hand caress the under curves of her naked little ass. Those strong fingers dipped into her softly curving crevice and pried her ass-cheeks apart.

Buffy tried with all her might to keep the milky-white hills together, but her willpower was no match for Willow's lust. Her fingers opened Buffy’s ass up. She sucked in her breath when she saw Buffy’s fully exposed asshole. 

"God," she groaned lustfully. "I hope my asshole is that cute. Maybe you can tell me sometime?”

Buffy felt humiliated, knowing that Willow was behind her, ogling her asshole. The inner muscles of her ass automatically flexed in a desperate effort to protect her vulnerable hole and prevent the penetration she knew was sure to follow.

She wished there were someone to help her, to rescue her from this pervert she thought had been her friend. But she was alone. Alone and whipped, beaten by lust. Willow's strap-on was ready, and Buffy felt it trace against her thigh. Tears of shame and dread fell from her sparkling blue eyes as she fully realized that she was the helpless victim of this depraved woman.

She hated Willow with a passion now. She had given her everything! And now this! Now Willow wanted to humiliate her again. Just when she had started to tell herself it wasn’t so bad!

Willow was going to fuck her up the ass. She knew it. She would be as excited as a kid with a new toy and merciless in her thrusting. Buffy remembered how big and thick her strap-on was in her tight cunt. What would it feel like up her ass? Like a telephone pole! That she didn't want to be fucked in her asshole meant nothing at all to Willow Rosenberg.

It was no use, and she knew it. Sobbing pitifully, she surrendered. She couldn't hold her body in a strained condition all night! Her luscious ass suddenly relaxed, and her asshole loosened, to be used by Willow. She clenched her teeth and prepared to know great pain.

Then Willow knelt between her spread legs. "Just relax," she said. "Leave everything to me." She placed her hands on the mounds of Buffy’s firm, round ass and, with her thumbs, gently pried her ass-cheeks apart. Buffy’s asshole glistened and sparkled.

With Buffy’s buttocks spread, Willow hunched forward and let her cock press along Buffy’s crevice. Pushing there, she fucked up and down so that the full length of the strap-on slid enticingly up and down Buffy’s ass-crack, teasing her lewdly. Buffy moaned. Willow chuckled.

When Buffy’s little ass started to move in response to her big wet prick, Willow knew she was ripe for a good ass-fucking. She gripped the massive cock and aimed the tip at Buffy’s cute pink asshole. She pressed it there.

"Oh, noooo!" Buffy squealed unintelligibly as the rim of her ass stretched for it. "You can't! Not again! Oh, my God, your cock's so big! I can never take it! You can't get your cock in my ass! You'll rip me in half!"

But before the alarmed and frightened teenager could twist her asshole out of range, Willow gripped her jerking hips, grunted loudly, and strained up against her asshole.

Buffy howled as searing pain shot through her tight little belly and bowels. Her asshole resisted in vain. The unyielding pressure of Willow's rigid dildo continued, pressed on, crushed against her wet sphincter.

"Mommy!" Buffy cried in anguish as the rigid pole stretched her asshole open. "Owwwww!"

Willow's cockhead popped inside her ass, and Buffy gurgled and choked as her whole body trembled and quivered. The sudden invasion of her rectum brought great waves of sensations coursing through her weakened body. She groaned as Willow held her strap-on poised to give Buffy’s ass a chance to grow accustomed to its thickness.

Then she probed with her cock and pressed inward. Buffy caught her breath as the monstrous prick inched up into her channel. Her eyelids fluttered, then shut tightly as she clenched her teeth against the strange pain which came along with equally strange pleasure.

She choked and gasped continually as Willow's big cock entered the secret places of her resistant ass. A huge sigh escaped her throat when she felt all of the strap-on imbedded in her ass. 

In response to the weakening of her anus, Willow started fucking her prick into Buffy’s churning little ass. She drilled with such long, hard lunges that Buffy thought she'd tear her body apart. Increasing the tempo of her fucking, ramming her strap-on into Buffy, Willow made her body shake and shiver like a rag doll in a strong wind.

Some female instinct helped her through her toughest moments. The initial pain quickly subsided, and a kind of satisfied ache tippled through her ass. Willow's immense cock, filling her passage completely, seemed to incite quivery feelings in her pussy, too. The cockhead kept nudging so deeply, it tickled her belly.

Then, to her utter amazement, the huge dick fucking into her virginal asshole started to feel good! Buffy found herself beginning to enjoy what was happening to her, in her, and on her. It was a strange, whorish delight brought on by the knowledge that she was getting fucked in her tight little asshole by a monstrous prick. 

She gyrated her clenching asshole a little and discovered a pang of deep-set agony as Willow's rigid pole slicked in and out of her ass. She started undulating her hips, churning her asshole and generally fucking back at Willow. An obscene but delicious thrill shot through her impaled asshole, and she gasped with relief at having some break from the sheer, unremitting pain she had felt.

She lurched helplessly backward to meet the brutal thrust of Willow's anxious prick. Her cute little ass began to rotate in beautiful, seductive circles. Willow grinned with pleasure.

"That-a-girl," she encouraged Buffy. "Keep screwing your ass like that. You're beautiful."

Buffy didn't know why the woman's compliments should please her, but with the gigantic prick ravishing her asshole, she completely forgot to hate this. She flushed with pride, suddenly, and was equally dispirited to realize what a slut she was being.

A whore, that’s what she was acting like. Not a Slayer, not even a woman. Just a whore.

***

Willow pulled out of Buffy, breathing hard, moving gingerly—obviously having come, and as much from the knowledge that she was sodomizing her friend as from her gyrations against the base of the strap-on. Staggering back to Buffy’s desk, she quickly jotted down the time.

“Wow. I could really get buff doing this, err, Buff.” Willow wiped her sweaty forehead. “Guess we’ve got some time to kill…”

She plopped down into the chair behind Buffy, taking some of her raided goodies with her. She opened up a packet of Fruit Gushers and ate a handful, then uncapped a bottled water and drank from it. 

“So what do you want to do?” Willow asked through another mouthful of Fruit Gushers. “I know. No, no, don’t tell me. You want me to finish you off. And I know just how to do it…”

***

Buffy’s joints began to hurt. The strain on her wrists and ankles grew worse as her arousal increased. And now Willow was standing up, moving to her ass. Buffy shook the blinding stupor from her mind, following Willow as best she could with her hearing.

“You’ve got such a nice ass, Buffy… no sagging, no cellulite… nothing but a fine ass…” Willow whispered.

Buffy flinched suddenly! Willow was slapping her with her hand, fingers burning her asscheeks, hitting the same areas that had been reddened earlier. Her buttocks burned as if they’d caught fire.

“This ass is made to be spanked!”

Her asscheeks heated, turning scarlet under those merciless blows. The blazing warmth of her injured ass radiated to her cunt. There wasn’t the brutalizing agony of the strap-on now, and her juices began frothing up inside her, streaking her inner thighs, rushing down to her ankles. Finger marks appeared on her ass where Willow’s hand hit again and again. Buffy clenched her buttocks together until they ached, until the muscles of her thighs began cramping from the tension.

Then she came. She hated that she came.

“There we are. I love taking care of you, Buffy. I think I’m getting addicted to making you come. I just… I’m so lucky that you love getting your ass fucked so much. I could just fuck your ass forever, Buff, just fuck it and spank it and kiss it until the next apocalypse. So, three weeks or so… let’s see how that butt of yours is doing, anyway.”

Buffy’s eyes bulged. She felt Willow’s fingertips, four of them, on the splayed rim of her anus. They slid easily up into her clenching channel—more easily than she thought they could. It certainly took her breath away, but it didn’t really hurt. She was too numb, her sensations too exhausted, for it to really penetrate, even though she was aware on some level of just how full her asshole was.

It dawned on her that Willow was being nice to her, in her own way.

“Four fingers! I’d’ve sworn I could’ve fisted you a minute ago. Guess I’ll have to really keep on my toes if I want to do that… oh, wow, I can feel you clenching on me. That’s not just you, is it? You’re actually getting tighter, and tighter…”

Willow eased her fingers out of Buffy’s tight asshole and the blonde breathed easily once more. She blushed deeply, imagining the lewd expression on Willow’s face as she so clearly lusted after her exposed asshole. Then she jerked and gasped as she felt Willow’s fingers again, three of them, traveling into her ravaged asshole.

“Only three this time, but such a snug fit! Oh wow, Buffy! I don’t think I could even get a fourth finger in! I had all four in just a minute ago, but now you’re… oh wow!”

Willow pulled out to have another drink of water. Then she leaned over and peered more closely at Buffy’s delightful asshole, all puckered and inviting. She extended her two middle fingers and nudged the rim.

Buffy stiffened in fear and her walls flexed again. Her ass felt tighter than ever and she didn’t know if she could take another sodomy. But Willow just grinned and pushed two fingers into Buffy’s ass up to the first knuckle.

“Mmmmmm!” Buffy gasped, feeling her asshole stretch open as if for the first time. Don’t! It’s too much!

She shivered and whimpered helplessly, wondering what would happen when Willow tried to ass-fuck her again. Just the thought of a huge cock trying to get into her shrinking asshole was enough to make her weak with fear.

Don’t, don’t! she thought desperately as Willow wiggled her fingertips inside her. Please! Take them out!

But Willow didn’t stop there. With little concern for Buffy’s panic or dread, she pushed more of her impossibly thick fingers into her asshole. Buffy held her breath, fearing excruciating pain once more. She felt Willow’s fingers wedge into her tightly resisting ass and it scared her silly. Yet there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Tight as a drum,” Willow pronounced approvingly, worming her fingers back out of Buffy’s cute asshole. She finished her drink. “Now, one for the road…”

Then there was just one finger, just one awful finger penetrating into Buffy’s asshole.

Buffy could feel the fingernail pressing into her anus, almost cutting the wrinkled flesh surrounding the tight little hole. Her eyes widened and rounded, her mouth opening while panting, sobbing breaths coming from her throat. How could it be so big? It was just one finger!

She bent her knees, trying to writhe her body away from the invading digit. It was obscene, horrible! She was sure she’d never felt anything like this before!

“Uhhhhh!”

Willow screwed her finger up to the second joint and hot flashes of sensation bolted to Buffy’s cunt, making her clit throb. She thrust her ass forward, trying to get away from that probing finger, but her restraints held her in place. She was going nowhere and Willow kept fucking her ass with her finger.

“Only one finger, Buff! That’s all you can take now! Only my one tiny finger!” Willow moaned happily, drawing up behind her.

Buffy felt her teeth chattering. That one tiny finger kept skewering her, twisting around and around in her ass while Willow’s other hand was now crawling through her dampened sex. She felt her labia trembling, swelling hotly because of the subtle pressure against her pussy. Then Willow was rubbing her clit, barely touching the red tip with one hand while wiggling her finger in Buffy’s ass!

“Oh! Ohh! Ohhhhhhh!

“Thirty-three minutes, Buff! It only took thirty-three minutes and now you’re as tight as you’ve ever been!” Willow cried excitedly in her ear, kissing her earlobe lovingly. “You’re my virgin again, Buffy.”

Buffy let out a sharp cry at the confirmation of her worst fears, tugging at the manacles around her wrists until she thought her bonds had cut thought the flesh. This couldn’t happen to her! It was impossible! She wasn’t a pervert, wasn’t a bad girl! She couldn’t be in danger of having that monster shoved up between her cheeks and into her bowels again, not multiple times! It would kill her! 

She would’ve given anything to feel like a whore again. At least a whore was a woman, a human being. Even with her helpless arousal at Willow’s skillful use of her pussy, she found herself repulsed by Willow’s cheery experimentation with her. It made her feel like a toy Willow owned, like some perverted science project she was working on.

She needed to show Willow—to let her know that just because Willow was overjoyed at this, she wasn’t. And the only thing she could think to do was clench her asshole, harder and harder, and then release it over and over again. Clenching and unclenching, trying to expel Willow’s invading finger and hoping the redhead got the message.

Willow got the message alright. “Wow, you must really like this. It’s like your ass is begging me to fuck you. Naughty girl. Guess you can’t wait to have my strap-on back up your slutty ass, huh? Time for test two.”

Buffy struggled in her bonds, willing herself to believe she could rip them apart with her bare hands, that she was the Slayer, that she had defeated the Master and Angelus and Spike and Drusilla, that she could break free, she had to! She couldn’t be lubed up with fucking butter and sodomized by a strap-on, by her best friend! Not again!

Please don’t do it, Willow. Your cock is so big! It’ll hurt too much!

“Alright, Buffy!” Willow cheered, slapping her hard on her lily-white ass to leave a red handprint on the delicate flesh. “Let’s see you heal from this!”

Without even the modicum of patience she had shown before, she roughly pulled Buffy’s asscheeks far apart and shoved her huge, hard dildo into Buffy’s tight little anus.

“Aieeeee!” Buffy screamed in pain and shock, the cry reverberating against the gag in her mouth. She knew she’d been sodomized already, but she was sure there hadn’t been such hot, burning agony ever before. Her small, tightened asshole was being torn apart by the huge battering ram of Willow’s cock. She could feel the sensitive tissues stretching to the limit as Willow tried to ram her entire strap-on into Buffy.

No, Wills, no, it hurts so much! Even more than I thought! I can’t stand it, please stop, YOUR HUGE COCK IS TEARING ME APART! 

She was sobbing now, wishing only that the gag were gone so she could at least beg Willow for mercy.

But Willow only laughed at Buffy’s intense reaction and slipped her hands underneath the Slayer’s body, painfully pinching her nipples. New cries welled up in Buffy’s chest, but Willow ignored them, continuing to fuck Buffy’s newly virgin asshole. The blonde writhed in pain, realizing all over again that there was nothing she could do to stop Willow.

She knew with dead certainty that Willow was bent on fucking her ass, and that was just what her friend would continue to do until they came from it, both of them. And, as Willow continued to shove her oversized dildo into her innocent asshole, Buffy felt the stirrings of sexual response. As Willow’s monstrously huge strap-on was ripping her apart with a cruel, savage intensity, Buffy found part of herself enjoying it.

And, worst of all, she found herself thrusting back against Willow’s strokes, trying to make herself come, trying to make Willow come. 

Trying to be a good little slut for her mistress.

***

After Buffy squirted, Willow took another breather—it really took it out of a girl, trying to please a Slayer. She fingered Buffy’s ass again, and this time she did manage to fist her before she closed up again. But Slayer healing quickly reduced the size of her intrusion down to four fingers, then three, two, one. Once again, thirty-three minutes. It was becoming apparent now that Buffy’s healing was a zero-sum game, and the only way to really open her up was with prolonged, vigorous fucking. Fingering and oral sex could go a little ways, but foreplay couldn’t get Buffy spread. You just had to fuck her.

The perfect sub.

Willow yawned then, feeling truly tired. You didn’t just get bored with Buffy’s wet pussy and gaping asshole in the mix. And they really did deserve Willow’s peak performance. Best to call it a night and go at her again in the morning. Who knew—perhaps her pussy would heal up overnight too. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if, instead of losing her virginity to Angelus, Buffy could associate that happy occasion with her loving mistress?

Willow looked over Buffy’s drenched pussy, her stingingly erect clit, and found herself reminded of both her pledge to fall asleep staring at Buffy’s nudity and the politeness of getting Buffy off again after her healing anus had rendered Willow’s fingers persona non grata.

Then again, she was just so tired. Getting a Slayer off really took it out of you. And Buffy was her slave, not the other way around. She was under no obligation to reward her slave for nothing more than being a good sport about spending half the night in bondage. That was what Buffy had chosen, after all. She wasn’t in charge anymore. Willow was.

Shedding the strap-on and putting on at least the top part of her pajamas, in case of emergency, Willow crawled into bed. She barely registered the anguish in Buffy’s face, assuming it to just be some greedy self-centeredness on the Slayer’s part that her fun was over. 

She pushed up the pillows against the headboard and wiggled herself into them, splaying her legs on either side of Buffy’s wonderfully bound body and leaving her pussy right in Buffy’s face, almost touching her nose. Then she took the blanket and threw it over herself and Buffy’s upper body, leading down from her well-displayed ass and its healing hole.

Just where a good sub belonged… sleeping at her mistress’s feet. “Goodnight,” Willow told her, yawning again, and summoned up the presence of mind to set the alarm for well before Joyce woke. Just because she wanted to go to sleep with Buffy her submissive slut didn’t mean she wanted Joyce to know about it just yet. It might’ve been more healthy than dating a vampire, but she couldn’t expect Mrs. Summers to see it that way just yet.

Settling in, Willow expected to go right to sleep.

She didn’t expect her pussy to stay awake with pangs of need.

Maybe it was that she knew Buffy was lying there, staring at it—wanting it the way only Buffy could.

Maybe before bed, she should put on a little show for her slave.

It was the least she could do after some of the outfits the blonde had worn.

Under the blanket, all Buffy could smell was the stench of Willow’s arousal, and all she could think was that she wasn’t a lesbian. But with Willow’s pussy practically wide open in front of her, she could see every last detail, more than she’d seen of her own sex. With the enhanced senses of the Slayer, she could see through the darkness and even make out small droplets of Willow’s juices, running down her engorged labia.

Her upthrust ass was slightly chilled in its exposure, more from the contrast between the steaming warmth of her upper body being under the covers with Willows than from the room actually being cold. It didn’t do anything to alleviate the pulsing she felt in her pussy and clit. And the soreness in her anus was its own thing, orbiting the rest of her sensations like some moon. She wished there was something cold pressed against it, numbing it beyond the vaguely satisfying ache she felt. It hurt, but she couldn’t quite hate it, even as her own drying tears reminded her of just how bad that feeling had gotten.

All she had to look at was Willow’s cunt. The flesh was sodden. It dripped with juices. Its pinkness quivered and shook, while Willow’s clit strained from its little palace at the top of her cleft. The curls of her red bush were matted and flattened and darkened with wetness. She pumped her open pussy at Buffy tauntingly, squirming her hips, running her hands over her tits with lustful, stimulating squeezes and strokes.

Her nipples sprouted from the ends, rubbery and red. She opened her hand and made her palm circle over the standing nubs until they were blazing with sensation.

"Ohhhhhh, you just watch me, Buff," Willow moaned again, sliding her hand down her flat, quivering tummy. “You get all of this again as soon as we wake up!”

She stroked her fingers over her puffy, drenched pussy lips. She put two of them into her slippery gap and slid them upward, hooking the tip of her clitoris and making the stiff nub spring back and quiver heatedly.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she gasped. She stroked her cunt and made her hole suck noisily. "See, Buffy, see? See how wet and hot it's getting? I’m thinking about you..."

She twisted and closed her eyes, rolling her hips, making her pelvis move up and down and her pussy fuck her fingers.

She held the lips wide apart so that Buffy could see it all. Buffy hated the sight, the knowledge that it was another woman’s pussy disgusting her, even as deep-seated envy filled her. Three of those fingers in her own sex would take care of the sickly arousal she felt just about instantly. And that only disgusted her further. Why couldn’t Willow leave her alone when she wasn’t fucking her—why couldn’t she let her forget just how much she had just felt?

Willow closed her eyes and hummed, smiling to herself. She massaged her labia until it was bright red and dripping with her slippery arousal. She stroked her gap and circled her fingers over the head of her clit, sliding them alongside the stiff, throbbing root of the little organ.

She moaned. "Look at my cunt! Watch it quiver and suck when I masturbate myself to a big come! That’s what you have to look forward to! That’s what you have to dream about!”

Her knees rocked up and down as her ass tossed, her pelvis nearly hitting Buffy’s face. She shoved four fingers up herself and fucked them in and out fast, making sloppy sounds of hot wetness.

"You want it, Buff? You're too late!" she cried. "I can feel it twitching right now! See my pussy twitch?"

The red, wet mouth pulsed rhythmically, the muscles spasming and sucking inward as if wanting to pull on a hard, deeply imbedded shaft. Buffy could see everything. She watched the inner workings of Willow’s silky tunnel, seeing the muscles twitch and the slippery juice form on the convoluted walls and ooze forward to drain into the little pocket at the bottom of her twat.

"Oh!" she gasped suddenly. "Ahhhhhh, I'm going to come! Watch me come, Buff! Watch my cunt... Ah! Ahhhhhgh!"

Her thighs trembled. They wanted to close and thrash and scissor. She kept them open for Buffy. She made one last circle over her clit and then took her hands away from her pussy and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard.

Her hips jerked up and down. Her pussy mouth went into wild spasms, sucking and pulsing. Honey flowed from her hole and splattered over Buffy’s face, mingling with her fresh tears as she watched the red pussy pulsate with orgasm.

"Ahhhhhgh!" Willow cried again, letting Buffy see it all. The blonde’s own center was left to simmer in the open air, needing to be touched every bit as bad as, earlier that night, Buffy had told herself she needed to be left alone.

With her needs satisfied, Willow went to sleep right away, but it felt like ages before the needs of Buffy’s denied release waned away enough for even an uneasy slumber to come.