The Witches and the Slayer

By Heatheranne: hthranne@aol.com

An erotic story for adults only (MF, FF, Inc)

 The following story is a parody of the television shows Sabrina, Charmed, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Sabrina and her aunts are in danger from a supernatural being that uses a nearly irresistible sexual attraction as his main weapon. Characters from the other shows come to the rescue. 


Sabrina eagerly pressed her tongue into Harvey’s mouth. He returned the kiss hot and wet. Their tongues thrashed against one another as their lips writhed and twisted about. Harvey’s hand had been softly caressing Sabrina’s neck now moved down her shoulder and came to rest cupping her breast. 

Sabrina laid her hand on Harvey’s thigh and forced her tongue even deeper between his wet lips. Their kiss went on until her face was drenched from nose to chin. Sabrina could feel Harvey’s breath come in short, hot blasts against her cheek. His hips unconsciously jerked about as he urged her hand to close on his crotch. 

Sabrina knew her man. Harvey wanted to screw her in the worst way, but right now he would welcome any sort of sexual release. Without breaking their sloppy wet kiss, she unzipped his pants and pulled Harvey’s throbbing cock into the open. Most days she would have jerked her hand up and down on his stiff hard-on until she felt his hot cum pour over her hand, but she was feeling generous today. She broke their kiss and immediately engulfed the head of his cock in her eager mouth. 

Harvey grunted in satisfaction as she labored on his steel hard dick. And it really was a labor for Sabrina. They were in Harvey’s compact car. Sabrina had to twist her torso and suffer the hard edge of the car’s console as it dug into her ribs. She knew that if she got too eager with her blow job, she would end up whacking her ear on the steering wheel. 

Sabrina didn’t have to suffer for long though. Harvey’s teen cock was always on a hair trigger. After less than two minutes of tonguing and sucking, Sabrina felt his hot cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed the slimy stuff, but then she took a bit of malicious pleasure as she gave Harvey another full, open mouthed, tongue swabbing kiss. Harvey, to his credit, joined in the kiss after only a second of hesitation. 

“Sabina, honey, that was incredible,” he said as he stuffed his softened dick back into his pants. “Do you want me to do you?” he asked.

“Not today,” Sabrina said. “You better take me home. I don’t want my aunts to get suspicious.” She was telling a little lie. Their school had been scheduled for a half day session, but Sabrina knew that her aunts didn’t expect her home until the usual time. 

Harvey checked his watch and said, “I’ve got to get home too. My whole family’s going to my Aunt Mary’s for her birthday.” He sighed. “Six hours of driving just to watch her blow out a candle and listen to stories about her cat.”

Sabrina playfully slapped him on the arm. “Be nice,” she said, “I think your aunt is a sweet old lady.”

The two teens had been driving to this secluded spot after school a couple of times a week. Their make out sessions always ended with Harvey getting his rocks off, and if Sabrina was in the mood, she let him finger her clit to orgasm. At least she always let Harvey think that she had come; sometimes she faked it for his male ego. 

Harvey pulled away from the parking spot and headed toward Sabrina’s house. He cleared his throat and said, “Have you thought any more about us doing it?”

Sabrina fought back a sigh. She loved having Harvey as a boyfriend but she wasn’t about to fuck him just to make him happy. She was a witch and her virginity could be a powerful source of magic - magic that she might not be able to control. 

She rested her hand on the inside of Harvey’s thigh. “I haven’t changed my mind, Harvey. Maybe most girls don’t care, but loosing my virginity is a big deal to me.”

“I’ve got the condoms and everything,” he said.

“I know,” she said patiently, “and I appreciate that, but you’ll just have to give me time.” She moved her hand to his crotch and gave it a squeeze. “It’s not like I’m some big cock tease, you know. You just came in my mouth.”

Harvey patted her hand. “You’re right, babe. I’m not really complaining.”

Harvey let her out at a corner near her house. It was a warm afternoon in the early fall. As Sabrina walked down the tree lined street, her shoes kicked up little swirls of dead leaves. As she neared her home, her eyes went automatically to the window of the lower bathroom of the two story structure. There, between the window glass and the curtains, was a ceramic figurine in the shape of a unicorn. 

Sabrina’s steps faltered, but then she set her eyes down the sidewalk and resolutely strode by the cement walk to her house. The unicorn was a warning to Sabrina not to approach the house. Being a witch wasn’t all talking cats and amusing escapades, there could be real danger. One of her aunts had placed, or caused the unicorn to materialize, in that window. It meant that there was something very wrong in the house, and Sabrina was supposed to stay out of it. 

Of course, it could just be a false alarm. The other dozen times she had returned home to see that unicorn in the window, it had been a test. As she walked on, Sabrina expected to hear the voice of one of her aunts whispering magically in her ear, “It’s OK, Sabrina, come on in.”

But as she reached the intersection at the end of her block, a knot of panic began to build in her stomach. There hadn’t been any sort of sign from either of her aunts.

It’s a mistake, she told herself. She very nearly turned back, but then she took a deep breath and marched across the intersection. There was a convenience store on the corner with a pay phone mounted outside. Her aunts had given her a name and phone number to use if she got this far. She fumbled in her purse for change, and then her fingers shook as she put the coins in the slot. She dialed the number; a continent away a phone began to ring. 

**

Rupert Giles was dressed like the tweedy librarian that he was. He had on dark trousers, brown wing tipped shoes, a tan jacket with leather patches at the elbows and a tie that didn’t go with any other part of his apparel. He lay on his couch at home, looking like a man who was going to take quick nap before dinner. Only his eyes weren’t closed in sleep, they were wide open and looking down his body to where seven inches of thick cock stood straight from his crotch. Willow Rosenberg knelt next to the couch with her eyes locked on Giles’ erection as she slowly stroked it with one small hand. 

“Willow,” said Giles, “you realize that we can never let the others know about this.”

Willow’s eyes never left his cock. “I know,” she said, “but it’ll be hard not to. I mean, who would have thought that you had this cutie hidden in your pants?”

“Well, I’m not totally without resources,” he sniffed. 
 
“Don’t I know it,” Willow said. She lapped his cock from base to flared head with her pink tongue, and then she slipped her mouth over its tip and sucked in half his rigid length. 

“Oh good heavens,” moaned Giles. He pushed his glasses up on his forehead and covered his eyes with his hand. He reveled in the feeling of Willow’s tongue and cheeks on his cock. It took him back to his younger days when a wilder, more dangerous Giles, had had his pick of young women like her. 

Now of course, he should be well beyond the attentions of females her age, but that just made this little tryst all that more exciting. This was their fourth encounter in the past month. Sunnydale High School had closed early due to a loss of water pressure and Willow had come to his house, ostensibly to do some research. Willow had practically tackled him and thrown him on the couch. So far they’d only pleasured one another with their fingers and lips. 

Giles felt the sap begin to rise from his balls, and he was about to warn Willow, when suddenly she stopped. He peeped from between his fingers to see her stand. With a practiced move, she lifted her skirt with the thumbs of both hands and then hooked them in her panties. She pushed her panties down until they fell to the floor. She stepped one foot out of its leg hole and then used her other foot to flip her panties into the air. She caught the translucent, white underwear in midair and tossed them onto the coffee table next to the couch. 

Giles was so amused by her panty juggling, that he was surprised when Willow threw her leg over his crotch and his quivering cock disappeared beneath her skirt. A second later he felt her hand on his thick shaft and then the hot, moist, silky feel of her pussy as it engulfed his cock-head. “Willow,” he moaned, “maybe you shouldn’t…”

“Hush,” she interrupted, “I know what I’m doing. I’m not a virgin, you know.”

“Now how would I know that?” he asked. Willow answered by easily taking his full length and width in one smooth plunge. She swayed forward, placing her hands on either side of his torso as her flame red hair fell over her face. Giles surrendered to the moment. He knew he shouldn’t, but Willow’s combination of youth and experience and eagerness was overwhelming.  

Willow pounded her hips against his for several long minutes. Little gasps of pleasure escaped her lips from time to time. Then she straightened, her back arched and her hand disappeared under her skirt. Giles knew that she must be fingering her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened wide in a soundless scream of orgasm. 

Giles felt the contractions of her pussy milking at his rigid length. It was more than he could take and suddenly he was filling her hot cunt with shot after shot of cum.

A few minutes later, Giles was studiously ignoring Willow as they straightened their clothing. He cleared his throat and was about to say something to her – he wasn’t sure what – when the phone rang. He gave a little sigh of relief as he picked up the receiver. “Giles here,” he said. 

“Mr. Giles, Mr. Rupert Giles?” said a worried female voice.

“Speaking.”

“Mr. Giles, my name is Sabrina Spellman. You know my aunts, Hilda and Zelda Spellman.”

A wave of memories flooded Giles’ mind. He flashed back to his youth when he had dabbled dangerously in dark magic. The lure of dark power had been strong, but the Spellman sisters had shown him the errors of his ways. He had pledged his eternal thanks to the two witches and vowed to be of help to them if ever he was needed. Apparently, they had seen something in Giles. They had him write his name, address and phone number on an enchanted piece of parchment that would always show where he could be found. They had exchanged holiday greetings – at Halloween appropriately enough – over the years. Now he recalled that they had mentioned a niece. But why had they named him as some sort of emergency contact? Why hadn’t they asked? Because he would have demurred of course. Anyway, their niece was asking for help; he’d do what he could. 

“Yes,” he said into the phone, “I know the Spellmans. What can I do for you?”  In a rush of words Sabrina told him about the warning of the unicorn, and how her aunts hadn’t contacted her.

“They told me to call you if something was wrong. What in the world am I supposed to do?” she asked in a strained voice.

Giles frowned in thought. The Spellman sisters were two very powerful witches. They must be in real trouble. “Don’t panic,” said Giles calmly, “first of all, tell me where you are.”

“Massachusetts.”

“Oh dear,” said Giles. “I’m afraid that I’m in California. It will be at least eight, maybe twelve hours, maybe more than a day before I can get there.”

For Giles, it seemed as if the entire universe blinked. Suddenly, he was standing next to a payphone in bright sunshine. He had his hand up to his ear as if he were still holding his home telephone, which he wasn’t. He turned slowly in place until he saw a young woman with blonde hair looking at him. 

“Well, you’re here now,” she said in a hopeful voice. 

Giles’ upraised hand moved to his glasses. He took them off and pulled a handkerchief from his coat pocket. As he polished the lenses he said, “Miss Spellman, I presume?” 

She nodded. 

“Young lady, you might have given me some warning. I have to assume that you are also a witch?”

“I’m sorry,” said Sabrina, “but at least I got you here in a hurry.”

“Yes,” Giles said dryly as he replaced his glasses. He could hear a shrill tinny voice coming from the phone in Sabrina’s hand. “If you don’t mind,” he said as he took the receiver from her. “Willow, I’m fine; I’m in Massachusetts….Of course it was magic, I don’t believe Verizon provides this service….Yes…yes…if you don’t mind, please stand by there. I may need some help.” After a few more words of explanation, he hung up. 

“My house is this way,” said Sabrina as she turned and began to walk.

“Wait,” said Giles. “It won’t do any good to go charging about before we know what we’re up against.”

Sabrina stopped and turned. She looked frustrated, but then she put her hand to her mouth and began to bite on a nail in concentration. “I could try a spell to look into the house,” she said.

Giles nodded thoughtfully. “You could, but using magic might alert who, or whatever’s in there.” He looked around as if to get his bearings and his eyes fell on a large, boxy brown truck parked across the road. As he watched, a deliveryman, his arms full of packages, stepped out of the truck and entered a nearby store. 

“Ah,” said Giles, “I think I have an idea.”

A few minutes later, a white delivery van pulled to the curb in front of the Spellman home. Sabrina had conjured up a truck, a uniform for Giles to wear, and a package for him to deliver, so that he could reconnoiter the house. 

As Giles stepped out of the van, he looked down at his new attire. He was wearing white trainers, white knee socks, white shorts and a white shirt. The name Rupert was stenciled on a patch over his left chest pocket. 

I look like a bloody milkman, he thought. He picked up the small package – Sabrina had assured him that it contained something that her Aunt Zelda might order – and a clipboard. He headed up the walkway to the house. He rang the door bell, waited, and then rang it again. A full minute passed and he was beginning to wonder what to do next when the door opened.

Zelda Spellman was standing there. Giles’ first thought was that she hadn’t aged a day since he had last seen her over twenty years ago. His second thought was, my goodness, what a way to answer your door. The tall blonde was dressed in a floor length negligee that was made of a sheer, ice blue material which did nothing to hide her full figure. Giles could hardly tear his eyes from the deep cleavage revealed by her loosely tied lingerie. 

“Pack…pack...package…for…uh…Ms. Spellman,” he finally managed to stammer.

There was a flicker of recognition in Zelda’s eyes as she looked at Giles, but then those eyes took on a dreamy gaze as a man appeared in the doorway. He was wearing a navy dressing gown and Giles could have sworn that he spotted a large, obscene bulge poking at the front of that gown before the man stepped behind Zelda and put his arms around her waist.  

“Who is it, darling?” the man asked as he kissed Zelda’s slim neck.

“Just a delivery,” she answered as she tilted her head to invite more kisses.

From somewhere beyond the door, Giles heard the loud, brash voice of Zelda’s sister, Hilda, saying, “Hey, I wasn’t through with that big dick yet, come back here and fuck me.”

The man turned his head and said in a calm voice, “Please dear, we have someone at the door.”

Giles stared at the man as he held out the package to Zelda. He looked for all the world like a young Cary Grant. He even sounded like the man. But neither Cary Grant, nor any character he had ever played, would treat a lady like this in public, thought Giles. As he watched, the man’s hands moved up to cup Zelda’s breasts. He found her nipples and began to tweak them between finger and thumb. 

“Would you please sign here?” said Giles proffering the clipboard and a pen.

Zelda took the pen and scrawled an unintelligible signature as the man began to nibble on the shell of her ear. She giggled and said in a girlish voice, “Stop, that tickles.” She thrust the clipboard back into Giles hand and dropped the package on the floor. She turned in the man’s arms and put one hand to the back of his head while her other hand dived low between their clinging bodies. Giles saw tongues being exchanged in a kiss just before Zelda’s foot slammed the door shut in his face. Giles walked back to the van, and in a few minutes he was back at the convenience store parking lot where Sabrina was waiting. 

She jumped into the van’s passenger seat and asked eagerly, “What did you see?” Giles was tempted to give the teen a G-rated version of what he’d witnessed, but then he decided to tell her all.  

“Wow,” Sabrina said. She looked stunned at the prospect of her aunts having a threesome.

“Perhaps,” Giles softly suggested, “they knew that you were coming home early and in the uh, excitement of the moment, they displayed the unicorn sign, forgetting that you would call me. Perhaps your aunts simply wanted you away from the house for a couple of hours.”

Sabrina looked stunned and at a loss. “I…I really don’t know,” she said.

Giles wanted to give her a moment to think. He moved from the driver’s seat to the rear of the van. His clothes had been stored there in a neat pile. “If you’ll keep your eyes to the front, I’ll change back into my civilian clothes.”

“OK,” Sabrina said softly.

Giles tossed the white shirt, shorts and socks next to Sabrina’s seat as he removed them. “There you are,” he said. “I don’t know what you do with magically created garments. Turn them back into fairy dust or something?” He was trying to lighten the mood. 

Sabrina absently picked up the shirt and held it to her face. Giles wondered if perhaps she was wiping away a tear, when she turned and looked at him with a strange smile. Giles had been using the bump of the van’s wheel well as a seat. He was wearing only his boxer shorts and he was in the act of putting on his socks when Sabrina left her seat and came toward him.

“I’m not quite dressed,” he warned her, but Sabrina was moving with a purpose. She knelt before him and pushed his knees wide apart with her hands. Her hand dived into the opening of his shorts and grabbed his cock.

“Sabina, please,” he cried out, but there was something about her hot, eager fingers. He became erect in an instant. He could feel Sabrina’s fingers moving on his cock as it filled with boiling blood. 

Sabrina pulled his cock into the open and said with a grin, “You’re much bigger than my boyfriend, Harvey.” She began to slide her hand up and down Giles erection. “Do these things keep growing as you get older?” she asked innocently.

“I don’t think so,” Giles said. “You know, you really shouldn’t be doing this.” He lifted his hands to push her away, but then Sabrina opened her mouth and stuffed three inches of hard cock into her mouth. 

“Oh dear,” said Giles. His hands fell back to his sides and his head fell back to make a hollow ringing thud against the van’s sheet metal side. He could do nothing but, for the second time that afternoon, surrender to the feeling of a hot mouth and tongue on his cock. Through half-lidded eyes he watched Sabrina’s blonde head bob back and forth. Her lips flared around the shaft of his cock, and her tongue worked double-time on its sensitive head. In less than two minutes, his aching dick was spurting its load into her willing mouth. Sabrina looked as if she was savoring a fine wine before she swallowed the creamy cum. She arose and melted into Giles’ arms. She gave him an eager kiss, and then she took his hand and very deliberately pushed it between her thighs. 

Giles loved the feel of Sabrina’s silky skin on his fingers. He was about to close in on what he knew would be a juicy, tight pussy, when he abruptly became aware of what was going on. He snatched his hand away from Sabrina’s leg as if it were on fire. He pushed her from his lap and loudly cleared his throat. “Sabrina, we have to stop.”

Her face became furious. “Oh sure, you get your rocks off, but if I want a little action, then it’s all taboo.”

Giles threw up his hands as if she were about to attack. “Sabrina, stop, something’s happened to us. We should be thinking about your aunts.”

“You just told me that they were both fine and simply fucking away the afternoon.”

“I put that forward as a possibility; we have to look further,” he said in a calming tone.

Sabrina emitted a growl of frustration and stomped back to the passenger seat. As Giles finished dressing, Sabrina gathered up his deliveryman outfit and made it disappear in a puff of fragrant smoke. She picked up the clipboard and looked as if she were about to commit disincorporation on its molecules, when she began to squeal. 

“A message, Aunt Zelda sent me a message,” she said breathlessly as she pointed to the clipboard.

Giles looked skeptically at the spiky scribble. “You can read something in that scrawl?” he asked.

“It’s a game that I used to play with my aunts when I was first learning my powers.” she said, “watch this.” She tore the paper, containing what Giles had thought was Zelda’s signature, from the clipboard, and stuffed it in her mouth. She chewed on it for a minute and then spit it back on the clipboard. She poked and prodded and pushed at the wad of paper until it spread to ten times its original size. She handed the clipboard to Giles with a look of triumph and confusion. “Here’s what she wrote. I’m not sure what it means though.” 

“It says,” Giles read from the slightly soggy paper, “regulus glamour-incubus, book of shadows, 3 halliwells, san fran.”

“But what does it mean?” she asked.

“Well the Book of Shadows is a near-mythic book of spells and information. It’s a bit of a Holy Grail to a librarian like me. I think that the regulus glamour-incubus is some sort of demon with which your aunts are having trouble. And the three Halliwells must be someone or something in San Francisco. I assume that will lead us to the book, and I hope, a method for dealing with this demon.”

Sabrina had seemed full of hope for a few moments, but then her face began to cloud up once more. “We may not have the time to search all over San Francisco,” she said. 

“I’m sure that we won’t have to,” said Giles. “Let me make a phone call.” He left the van and called Willow at his home back in Sunnydale. He advised her as to what was going on. “So I need for you to do whatever it is you do on the Internet and find out what ‘three Haliwells’ is,” he instructed. “I’ll be at this number.” He gave her the number at the convenience store payphone. 

Giles’ stomach growled, and he realized that between dealing with Willow and Sabrina he’d missed his lunch. He got some snacks from the store and at least tried to share them with Sabrina. She was too nervous and upset to eat. He was washing down the last of a ridiculously sweet cookie when the payphone began to ring. He answered; it was Willow on the other end.

“Giles, I think I found your Halliwells,” she said in an excited tone. “There are a bunch of people in San Francisco named Halliwell and at least two businesses. I couldn’t put the number three with any of them, but then I did a cross-check by…”

“Willow,” interrupted Giles, “dear, I’m afraid that we may be a bit pressed for time.”

“Oh, sure,” she said. “Uh, there are three Halliwells with the same address and phone number. Maybe that’s them.”

“Well, it’s certainly a place to start. Thank you, Willow.”

She gave him the address and phone number, and then Giles returned to the van. “Sabrina,” he asked as he climbed into the driver’s seat, “can you do that trick with the phone once more? We need to be in San Francisco.”

**

Piper Halliwell walked softly through the upstairs hallway of her San Francisco home. She could hear the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, and the muffled cries and the muted moans of sex. She stopped outside the closed door of her sister Phoebe’s bedroom. Piper looked around and then squatted and put her eye to the keyhole of the old door.   

Phoebe’s bed was across the room and sat crossways to the door. There was a blonde guy lying nude on the bed while an unclothed Phoebe bounced up and down on his cock. Piper didn’t recognize the man. “Damn,” she muttered to herself, “that’s the third different guy in the last week.” 

Piper steadied herself against the wall with one hand, while she moved her other hand beneath her pleated skirt. She slid a finger over the crotch band of her panties and pressed on her clit. She watched as Phoebe leaned over her partner and shoved her tongue down his throat while he pounded his wet cock into her juicy pussy. Piper could hear the liquid sounds of sex as well as the moans of the lovers clearly now. 

If I don’t stop this, I’ll have a sloppy wet pussy too, thought Piper. She gave her clit one more good rub. She was about to stand and go about her business, when she heard, “Hey, what’s up?” in a whisper from directly behind her ear.

Piper gasped and almost toppled over, but a pair of hands caught her and helped her to her feet. She turned and looked into the smirking face of her older sister, Prue. “You know perfectly well what’s up,” Piper hissed. She grabbed her sister by the hand and didn’t turn it loose until they were in the basement of the manor, two floors lower.

Once they were situated in corner, Piper turned to her sister and said, “Look, I know that we agreed that we had to let Phoebe live her own life when she moved back in with us. But this continuous orgy that she’s carrying on is too much.”

Prue pursed her lips. “I don’t think that one guy at a time constitutes an orgy,” she said. 

“You know what I mean,” said Piper as she shook her finger in Prue’s face. 

Prue reached out and took her sister’s hand. She pulled until Piper was in her arms and she could give her a fierce hug. “I know what you mean. She’s doing what she’s always done. Acting just as she pleases, and soaking up all the attention, especially all the sexual attention.” 

The girls separated just enough to gaze into one another’s eyes. Prue tilted her head and kissed her sister tenderly on the lips. Piper returned the kiss and for a long moment their lips pressed softly. Their mouths opened at the same instant, and their tongues twined about one another slowly and sinuously. Their breath was coming in short, hot gasps before they broke apart. The two women stepped back and stared at each other. 

“I though we decided against this when Phoebe came back,” Piper said into the tense silence. 

“I thought it was for the best,” Prue said. She walked to a nearby shelf and picked up an old quilt that had been stored there. “But, I didn’t expect her to fuck so many guys that you could practically see the pheromones wafting through the air.”

“Right,” said Piper, taking a cue from Prue. She took one end of the quilt and helped her sister spread it on the floor. “I mean it’s not like we’re gay or anything.”

Prue removed a blanket from its place on the shelf and began to unfold it. “Yeah, Lord knows I like a good stiff cock as much as the next girl,” she said.

“As long as the next girl isn’t Phoebe,” said Piper. They both chuckled as they spread the blanket on top of the quilt. 

Piper began to unbutton her top. “We date, but it’s hard to keep a steady boyfriend, especially when you’re a witch,” she said. 

“You know the old joke,’ said Prue. She had slipped out of most of her clothes and was now unfastening her bra. “A hard man is good to find, but a good man is hard to find.”

“Ain’t it the truth,” said Piper as she stepped out of her panties that had fallen to the floor.

The two sisters faced one another across the makeshift bed. Piper had a slim figure with brunette hair that fell down her back. Prue had a more lush figure, larger breasts and more curves than her sister. Her shorter, raven black hair framed her face. They embraced and kissed. 

Prue eagerly played with her sister’s tongue. She loved deep wet kisses. Already, she could feel a warm swelling begin to infuse her pussy. She slid her hand to Piper’s ass and tickled her smooth skin with the tips of her fingers. Piper responded by holding her sister even closer. She slipped her creamy smooth thigh between Prue’s legs and felt the wetness there as Prue began to massage her pussy.

“Damn, I thought that I was the horny one,” said Piper as she kidded her older sister. Prue was practically humping her leg.

“You can’t believe how much I’ve missed this,” said Prue breathlessly. “I’d lie awake at night, listening to Phoebe fucking some guy, and I’d have to masturbate for an hour before I could fall asleep.”

“I know what you mean,” said Piper. “I’ve worn out my vibrator since she came back home.”

There was another long kiss that became deeper and almost frantic in its intensity. Prue caressed Piper’s rough nipples with the palm of her hand. The two sisters knelt on the blankets, still kissing and fondling. Prue pushed her sister onto her back, and then crawled between her knees. She kissed her way up Piper’s fevered thighs, and then she parted her sister’s vaginal lips and stuck her tongue in as far as possible. 

Piper moaned and thrust her hips into the air. Prue lavished her attention on her sister’s button. She sucked and played until she felt Piper’s fingers on either side of her face, urging her to the next step of their love making. Prue left her sister’s pussy, and then kissed and licked her way up Piper’s slim torso. 

They exchanged deep, soulful kisses and then Prue slid her leg between her sister’s thighs. She clasped Piper’s upraised knee in her hands and pulled their pussies tight together. At that point, intimacy and loving embraces went out the window. It was about rubbing clits and the quickest way to an orgasm. 

Prue humped her sister unmercifully. She felt the waves of sexual tension build and recede in her aching cunt. Then, one of those waves grew until it crashed over into a mind blinding orgasm. She rode the feeling as long as she could and then she collapsed onto the makeshift bed. She felt Piper crawl into her arms and rest her head on her shoulder. The two sisters cuddled in the gloom of the cellar. 

A few minutes later, they heard footsteps and voices over their heads. After a moment, they heard the front door open and then close. “Phoebe’s fuck toy must be worn out,” said Prue. 

They heard light, running steps that faded up the stairs. “She must be late for her next date,” Piper said dryly. 

Prue yawned and said, “We better get up before she comes looking for us.” The two witches were just emerging from their cellar when the front doorbell chimed. 

**

Giles pushed on the doorbell for several seconds and then stepped back. He and Sabrina had teleported through the phone system to the home of one of Giles’ friends. Clearly no stranger to magic, the man had acted as if people poured out of his phone every day. A taxi had been summoned, and now Giles and Sabrina were standing on the porch of a large two-story home, a style sometimes referred to as a manor. 

The door opened to reveal two attractive, young ladies. “Good afternoon,” said Giles. “My name is Rupert Giles and this is Sabrina Spellman. I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m something of a librarian and I have reason to believe that you may be in possession of a rare tome known as “The Book of Shadows.” 

Giles saw one of the women raise her hands and then the universe seemed to blink. Somehow, there were now three dark haired women in the doorway. Sabrina, who had been slightly behind him and to his left, was now standing in front of him. 

“It’s alright,” Sabrina said, “Piper froze you for a while, but I explained everything to them.”

“Froze me?” said Giles, bewildered. “Perhaps you better explain everything to me as well.”

“They’re witches too,” said Sabrina. “Piper,” she pointed to one of the women, “has the power to freeze people in place.”

“Sorry about that,” Piper said to Giles.  “We have a lot of enemies who would love to steal our book.”

“I see,” said Giles. “Well, we only want to do a bit of research.”

“Why don’t we take this conversation inside?” said one of the other women. “The neighbors think we’re weird enough as it is.”

They entered the manor, and introductions were made all around. Giles and Sabrina told their story as the group climbed to the home’s cluttered attic. They all gathered around “The Book of Shadows” that was situated on a reading stand. 

“Well, this may take some time,” Giles said as he looked at the hundreds of pages the book contained. 

“Maybe not,” said Prue, “sometimes the book helps out. Sabrina, reach for the book as if you were going to turn a page.”

Sabrina took a step forward and reached out her hand. Her hand was still inches from the open book when its pages began to turn as if blown by a breeze. When the pages stopped turning Sabrina said, “Hey, that’s cool. Wonder if I can get my schoolbooks to do that?”

“It would be a useful research tool,” Giles said as he leaned in to peer at the open page. “Ah, Regulus Glamour-incubus,” he read aloud, “just what we needed.”

At that point, the entire group tried to get close enough to read the book. Toes were trod upon and bodies stumbled into one another. “Wait, wait,” said Prue as she spread out her arms. “Let’s get organized. Piper, Phoebe, there’s a recipe for a potion at the bottom of the page. Why don’t you take Sabrina down to the kitchen and get started on that. Mr. Giles and I will read up on the demon and see what has to be done.”

Piper took Sabrina by the hand and said, “Come on Sabrina, big sister has her ‘I’m in charge’ voice on. Phoebe, make note of the ingredients in that potion.”

“Yes ma’am,” said Phoebe as she gave sarcastic salutes to her sisters and the world in general.

In a minute, Prue and Giles were alone in the attic. Giles frowned in concentration as he read from the book. Prue stood close to Giles as she read; her breast pressed on his arm. After a minute her hand lay casually on his back and then her head nestled onto his shoulder. 

“Well, this is very interesting,” said Giles as he gestured at the book.

“Hmmm?” said Prue. The hand that had been on Giles’ back moved down to rest on his butt.

“This demon,” Giles said hesitantly, “has some interesting characteristics.” 

“Oh really?” said Prue. Her eyes were locked on Giles face and her free hand began to caress his chest. 

Giles cleared his throat loudly and turned to Prue. “Apparently, this demon is incredibly attractive to women. I have to warn you that I was near this demon recently.  Certain pheromones or perhaps some sort of magic may be lingering on my person making you act this way.”

“Acting what way?” Prue asked as she pressed her breasts even more firmly to his side. 

“As if you were attracted to me,” said Giles. 

Prue caressed his cheek with the tips of her fingers. “I’m sure that lots of women find you attractive.” 

“Well,” he said, “I do have my moments, but not generally.”

“Let’s make this one of those moments,” said Prue. She seized the back of his neck and pulled his face to hers. Their lips crashed together and Prue’s tongue stabbed into his mouth. Giles resisted, but only for a second. Their kiss became less painful and more sensual. His arms went around Prue’s waist and he pulled her close. 

Giles felt Prue’s hand reach for his crotch and grope at his pants. He broke their kiss long enough to say, “I may not be up to this, so to speak. I’ve had two sexual encounters today already.”

Prue gave him a smile as if to say that no dick could stay limp for long if she didn’t want it to be that way. Her face lowered as she knelt on the floor at Giles’ feet. She unzipped his pants and pulled his half hard cock into the open. The head vanished into Prue’s warm, wet mouth, and her hand began to stroke the length of its shaft. 

“Good heavens,” Giles sighed. He had seven inches of achingly hard cock in no time at all. “This really isn’t necessary,” he said, gasping out each word. But Prue didn’t even slow down. She knew how to milk a cock and in no time Giles entire body shuddered as he shot into her eager mouth.

Prue stood and dusted off her knees. “I guess we better join the others if you’re through reading up on this demon,” she said as if nothing had happened.

Giles adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat and said, “Yes, I suppose we should.” He zipped up his pants as they left the attic.

They found Sabrina carefully tapping powder from a clay jar into a steaming pot as Piper slowly stirred the concoction with a wooden spoon. A plume of noxious smoke erupted from the pot and Phoebe, who was standing nearby said, “I think it’s done.”

“I think you’re right,” said Piper as she flailed her hand through the air to disperse the fumes. She removed the pot from the stove and sat it on a counter to cool. “OK, this potion is ready as soon as we can get it in a glass vial. What did you guys find out?”

Giles and Prue began to speak at the same time, and then they stopped at the same time when they realized what was happening. “Go ahead,” said Prue, “I think you read that stuff more closely than I did.”

“Yes, well,” began Giles, “the regulus glamour-incubus is a rather benign demon for the most part. It seduces women and then takes a bit of their life force during sexual congress. Afterwards, it simply moves on to its next victim.”

“That sounds like every man I ever dated,” said Prue in a dry tone.

“Unfortunately,” Giles said as if he hadn’t heard her, “this demon needs a human body to inhabit, and it becomes quite vicious when it comes time to take a new host.”

“So you’re afraid that it wants one of Sabrina’s aunts?” asked Phoebe. 

“No,” said Giles, “it needs to use the body of a virgin witch.” 

All of the eyes in the room turned to Sabrina. Suddenly shy at all the attention, she slowly raised her hand in the air and said, “That would be me.”

“Yes,” said Giles, “you would find its allure almost irresistible. It would impregnate you by the conventional method, and the child would grow to term in a matter of hours.”

“At least it would all be over with pretty quick,” Sabrina said. She was smiling bravely at her feeble joke.

Giles looked at her with sympathy. “You wouldn’t be in any condition to know, Sabrina. The child consumes the mother as it grows to the size of a young teenager. I imagine that your death would be quite painful.”

“Oh,” was all that she could say. 

“So,” said Piper matter-of-factly, “how do we kill this thing? Throw the potion on it and do a spell? That seems to be our standard operating procedure.”

“I’m afraid not,” said Giles. “The demon becomes very strong when it’s in season, so to speak. It’s impervious to almost any magic.”

“And?” said Phoebe as she arched her eyebrows, urging Giles to come to the point.

“In order to kill the thing, it has to drink the potion freely, it can’t be forced, and then someone has to chop off its head.” Giles finished.

“Yuck,” said Piper.

“Double yuck,” said Phoebe. “Look, Sabrina is here, safe and sound. Why doesn’t she just stay with us until the demon leaves?”

“It might leave,” said Giles. “But I’m afraid that it would kill the Spellman sisters so that they couldn’t warn any other virgin witches.”

“We can’t let innocents die like that,” Prue said. “And if the demon has to be beheaded, then I’m willing to take a whack at it.” She grinned slyly at her pun.

“Beheading someone is harder than you think,” said Giles. “And before you ask, yes I do have some experience in the matter. However,” he stuck a finger in the air, “I do know someone quite proficient at handling edged weapons. She’s expert in killing vampires, monsters and such. In fact she is known as the slayer.”

Prue shrugged and said, “Well, let’s get this vicious slayer here and get going. Sabrina’s aunts may not be able to hold out much longer.” 

“Very well,” said Giles. “I’ll have to use your phone.” He dialed a number from memory and after a short conversation, he motioned Sabrina over. She applied her magic and a second later, a slender, blonde haired young lady had been added to the group. 

Giles’ made the introductions and ended by saying, “And everyone, this is Buffy Summers.”

“Hi,” said Buffy.

There was a silence in the room that became awkward. “Is there a problem?” asked Giles.

Prue said, “Giles, when you said ‘she’s known as the slayer’ I think we pictured a six foot tall, sword wielding Amazon. This Buffy may be the smallest person in the room.”

“Don’t worry about me,” said Buffy, “I can handle myself.”

“There are innocent people to be protected here and I don’t think that a little girl…” Piper began to say, and then everyone else started speaking at once. Everyone except Prue, that is. She had decided to see if this so called slayer was as good as Giles claimed. Prue used her telekinetic powers to levitate a table knife from its place on a kitchen counter, then she sent it slicing through the air toward Buffy’s heart. She figured that the dull blade would only leave a bruise and prove that Buffy was nothing special.

Prue could have sworn that the knife was only an inch from its mark when Buffy’s arm suddenly blurred into motion. Prue saw a flash and then she felt a sting on the top of her head. She ducked and turned to see the knife, despite its dull blade and curved tip, quivering where it had been buried at least an inch into the wall. Prue felt the top of her head and winced when she touched raw skin. She lowered her hand and saw a spot of blood on her finger tip. She glowered at Buffy.

“Try that again and I might just split your skull instead of your hair,” said Buffy. 

Prue looked as if she were ready to take on Buffy with her bare hands, but Giles quickly stepped between them. “Ladies, please,” he scolded. He turned to Prue and said, “Believe me, Buffy is much stronger, quicker and more deadly than she appears.” He turned to Buffy. “And the Haliwell’s cooperation has been invaluable.” His look took in everyone. “Or would you rather just fight amongst yourselves until the demon kills the Spellman sisters and moves on to other prey.”

Suddenly, the hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the kitchen. After a few seconds, Buffy said softly, “You’re right, Giles. Can we assume that you have a plan?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” he said. 

Less than a minute later, Prue said, “That’s it? That’s your plan? It’s no more than an outline.”

“Well…” said Giles. I believe it best to leave these things open-ended…no plan survives contact with the enemy and all that.”

“It’s so open-ended that we’re not involved,” Piper said as she gestured to herself and her sisters. 

“That’s not strictly true,” said Giles. “After all, you supplied information through the “Book of Shadows” and the potion as well.”

Prue stuck her balled fists on her hips. “You’re sending Buffy and Sabrina in there alone.” She sounded incredulous. 

“I can assure you that Buffy is quite…” began Giles. 

“Look, mister,” said Prue, “we have a sort of mandate connected with our magic. We have to protect the innocent…or at least the semi-innocent.” She shot a look at Buffy.

“I…” Giles tried to say. 

“It’s okay, Giles” interrupted Buffy. “Let them come.” She checked her watch. “But let’s get this thing over with, I have algebra homework.” 

**

A phone rang in the city of Westbridge, Massachusetts. On the fifth ring, an answering machine came to life and a voice said, “You have reached the Kinkle residence. Please leave a message at the tone.” There was a pause, a beep and then human figures began to pour from the face of the answering machine. In less than a minute, the Halliwells, Giles, Buffy and finally Sabrina were standing in the living room of Sabrina’s boyfriend, Harvey. Buffy and Sabrina were wearing field hockey uniforms consisting of thigh high skirts, tight sleeveless tops and knee socks. They were carrying meter long field hockey sticks. The Halliwell sisters were all wearing matching warm up suits. Above the left breast of each Halliwell was the word ‘Coach,’ below that there were crossed field hockey sticks, and under that was ‘Westbridge High School Field Hockey.’

“Hello?” called out Sabrina. “Harvey? Anyone here?” The group looked and listened warily. Sabrina exhaled audibly. “See, I told you they would be gone.” 

“Good,” said Giles. “You mentioned possible transportation?”

“Oh yeah,” said Sabrina, “come on in the kitchen.”

From the kitchen, they could see through a window an old Chevy SUV sitting in the drive next to Harvey’s compact. Sabrina went to a bowl that was situated on a counter next to the back door and pulled out a set of car keys. “I’m sure Mr. Kinkle won’t mind if I borrow his Tahoe,” Sabrina said hopefully. “We’ll have it back in an hour or two…won’t we?”

“If we don’t,” said Phoebe as she opened the door, “I’m sure that a little felony car-barrowing will be the least of our problems.”

Following Sabrina’s directions, Giles soon had them at the, by now familiar, convenient store. When everyone had exited the Tahoe, Giles looked at Prue and said. I’m sure that you and your sisters will do what whatever you think is best, but I believe your best chance for success is to follow Buffy’s lead.” 

Prue frowned. “And what are you going to do, Mr. Giles,” she asked.

“Buffy and I have a mutual friend named Willow who knows we’re here,” said Giles. “I’m going to inform her of what’s going on via telephone, and then I will position our vehicle closer to the Spellman home and await developments.”  

“That sounds very safe,” said Prue in a sarcastic tone. 

“There’s nothing wrong with Giles’ courage,” said Buffy, glaring at Prue. “The incubussy…whatever thingy saw him just a couple of hours ago, and having another man in the house could mess things up. We went over this. Now let’s go.” She strode off.

“This way,” said Sabrina, pointing across a side street. 

“Right,” said Buffy as she made a ninety degree turn. 

**

The five women tried to appear casual as they strolled along the sidewalk near the Spellman home. 

“I still say that I could have passed as Sabrina’s high school teammate,” said Phoebe.

“And voted most likely to be the class slut,” muttered Piper.

“What was that?” asked Phoebe.

“I said,” answered Piper, “that we need to focus. Mr. Giles says that this demon will addle our minds with his sexual energy.”

“He couldn’t be completely overpowering,” said Prue, “otherwise Sabrina’s Aunt Zelda couldn’t have sneaked that message out of the house.”

“I’ll have to admit that Mr. Giles plan seems pretty sketchy to me,” said Piper. 

“We have a story to get everyone inside Sabrina’s house and the potion into the demon,” said Buffy who was leading the pack down the sidewalk. “After that we’ll just have to play it by ear.”

By then they were approaching the door to the Spellman home. Sabrina pointed to a large, black cat that was sleeping in the twilight sun on the porch. “At least Salem’s stayed out of the way,” she said quietly. 

“Stayed out of the way?” whispered Prue with a quizzical look. “Did you expect him to defend your aunts?”

“I thought he might have been in there, cheering on the demon,” Sabrina whispered back. When it looked as if Prue was going to ask something else, Sabrina held up her hand and said, “It’s a long story.”

Sabrina used her key on the lock, and in a few seconds everyone was inside. Seated on a love seat in the den were Sabrina’s aunts. On a sofa that faced the door was a man dressed in tan casual slacks and a navy golf shirt. He seemed to be in his late twenties with full, dark hair. He had a handsome face that broke into a warm, intimate smile at the sight of the girls. 

Zelda stood up and turned their way. “Sabrina, you’re home. We’ve been worried.” Her eyes looked unfocused, as if she had been drinking all afternoon, but her speech was clear enough.

“Today was the first day of field hockey practice. Don’t you remember?” asked Sabrina. She sounded stilted, as if she had rehearsed the line a dozen times, which she had.

Prue stepped forward. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “we’re from Sabrina’s school.” She gestured to her two sisters. “We’re just getting the program started, and we wanted to meet the parents of the players. Sabrina was kind enough to invite us over.”

“Oh,” said Zelda, “that’s nice.” She looked confused for a second and then seemed to remember something. She gestured vacantly to the room behind her and said, “This is my sister Hilda, and a friend of our family, uh, Jack Smith.”

Hilda lazily flipped up a hand in greeting, but Smith sprang form his chair and crossed the room. “It’s nice to meet you all,” he said as he shook everyone’s hand. “Especially you, Sabrina.” He held her hand in both of his as he spoke. “Your aunts have told me so much about you. 

Sabrina looked as if she might swoon as she gazed into Smith’s deep blue eyes. “Hi,” she said drawing the word out in a long sigh.

Buffy saw the dreamy look on Sabrina’s face. She stepped up shoulder to shoulder with Sabrina and stuck her hand practically under Smith’s nose. “I’m Buffy, Sabrina’s teammate.”

Smith smoothly took Buffy’s hand and said, “How nice to meet you, Buffy. If all the girls on the team are as beautiful as you two, I may have to attend a few games.”

Holy shit, thought Buffy. It was if there was a direct connection from her hand to her clit. She could practically feel the little nubbin swell. I wonder if I could let this guy fuck me into oblivion before I have to kill him. 

Smith moved on to greeting the Halliwells. He greeted them warmly and intimately. It was eerie how no one else moved or spoke. Clearly, Giles’ warning that the incubus might mesmerize the rescue team was on the mark.

“Let’s have a seat,” said Smith. As he sat on the sofa, Prue and Phoebe practically threw themselves down to sit at his side. They looked at him with adoring eyes. 

Buffy shook her head to clear it. Whatever the incubus had, he had it in spades. She’d never been so instantly sexually aroused in her life. Her face was hot, her nipples and clit ached. But she still had her free will. That was more than could be said for Prue and Phoebe. She watched as they fawned over Smith. Unless the two women were excellent actors, they were certainly beguiled and now useless to the cause.

She glanced at Piper and Sabrina. They looked none too steady, but at least they returned her gaze and Buffy thought they could still function. She mimed drinking something, but Sabrina just looked at her in confusion. She emphatically held an imaginary cup in her hand and pretended to drink. 

“Oh yeah,” said Sabrina, “let’s get some soda for everyone. I know I’m parched after the big practice…that we just had…at the school…just now…”

“I’ll help,” Sabrina chimed in.

“Me too,” said Piper as she surreptitiously pushed Sabrina toward the door. 

Buffy followed the girls into the kitchen. They huddled together and spoke in whispers. “Did you feel anything when he touched you?” she asked Sabrina. 

“Are you kidding?” Sabrina said with a dreamy look.  “I almost had an orgasm right then.”

“I thought you were a virgin,” said Piper.

“Well, a girl can be a virgin and still know what an orgasm feels like,” said Sabrina.

Piper considered that statement for a second, and then looked at Buffy. “Did you…?”

“Hundreds,” said Buffy before Piper could finish her question.

“Oh,” said Piper. 

“Look, I don’t think you’re sisters are going to be of much use,” Buffy said.

“Yeah,” said Piper, “so much for the power of three.”

“Power of three?” questioned Buffy. 

“It’s part of our legacy,” said Piper. “Our witchcraft has a sort of synergy when we act together, but it looks like Phoebe and Prue would rather screw this guy than kill him.”

“Wouldn’t we all,” sighed Sabrina. Piper and Buffy gave her a hard look. “I’m just saying,” she said. 

“Okay,” said Buffy, “we’d better move along. Where are your glasses?”

“Here,” said Sabrina. She opened a cabinet and began to pull down a matched set of tumblers. Piper opened the refrigerator and lifted out a mostly full two-liter plastic bottle of cola. Sabrina followed behind Piper, opened the top freezer and removed a container of ice cubes. She moved to the glasses and began to pop a couple of cubes in each one. 

Buffy had been entrusted to carry the potion. She pulled the vial from a pocket and steadied her hands against her chest as she worked the stopper loose, careful not to spill any of the liquid. Once the stopper was free, Buffy wrinkled her nose at the acrid odor that wafted up. 

“Wow,” she said, looking at Piper. “Does this stuff ripen or something? It didn’t smell anywhere near this strong back at your place.” She held out the vial. 

Piper took a whiff and said, “Well…isn’t that interesting?”

Buffy said, “In the movies people are always putting stuff in drinks…”

“And the drinker never seems to notice,” Piper finished for her. “But I don’t think a cola is going to cover up the taste of this stuff.”

“Liquor,” said Sabrina as she turned from replacing the ice container. “They usually put the stuff in liquor in the movies.”

Buffy looked doubtful. “Dou you have any liquor?” she asked. 

“Oh…uh…no,” said Sabrina, “just some cooking wine Aunt Zelda uses every now and then.” 

Buffy took another whiff and frowned. She looked at Piper and said, “I hear you’re a chef, what do you think?”

Now it was Piper’s turn to frown. She said, “Yeah, I was hoping to be a restaurateur before being a witch sucked up my every free moment.” She hesitated and then said, “I doubt that I could hide that odor in any drink that wouldn’t be suspicious, but the smell does give me another idea though.” It took her less than a minute to outline her thoughts. 

“That would work?” asked Sabrina.

“Well, I’m ninety-nine percent sure that he wouldn’t notice the taste,” Piper said.

“And you know this because…?” Buffy said.

Piper merely raised an eyebrow significantly.

 “Okay,” said Buffy in a long breath. “Are you game?” she asked Sabrina.

Sabrina, who had been filling the glasses said, “Whatever…sounds kinky.” She giggled. “Let’s not keep that yummy Mr. Smith waiting, though,” she said with a lilt. 

Buffy rolled her eyes at Piper.

The trio entered the living room. Piper and Sabrina lead the way carrying three glasses each and Buffy followed up with two. The glasses were distributed until only Phoebe didn’t have one. As Buffy approached, she appeared to trip and a full glass of diet soda landed on Phoebe’s chest and lap. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” said Buffy. She deftly put her own drink on a coffee table and then plucked the ice cubes from Phoebe’s lap.

Phoebe looked down and seemed surprised to find her jacket soaked. Standing, she unzipped and shrugged it off her shoulders. The Halliwell’s had opted for sheer, white boat-neck tees and now the soaked material was plastered to her full c-cups. Phoebe giggled and said “I seem to be all wet.” She turned so that Smith could get the full effect. 

“Yes, so I see,” said Smith. He wiped at several drops of cola that had dripped from her jacket onto his immaculate pants leg. “Why don’t you go towel off, my dear. There’s a bathroom just in the hallway,” he said, nodding his head in that direction.

“Okey-dokey,” Phoebe said with a grin.

When Phoebe left, Buffy plopped down on the sofa, taking her place. She hoped that she had the appropriate dreamy look on her face. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Buffy.”

“Yes,” said Smith, “I believe we met a few minutes ago. So you’re a good friend of Sabrina’s?”

“Oh sure,” said Buffy, hoping that he wasn’t about to quiz her on the world of Sabrina. “I mean we play field hockey and stuff.” She noticed that Prue, situated on the other end of the sofa, was looking daggers at her. Buffy watched as Prue’s hand slid across Smith’s thigh and explored his crotch. Apparently striking gold, she began to massage.

“Now, now,” said Smith. He lifted Prue’s hand to his lips and gave it a lingering kiss. 

Prue’s eyes widened and her body shook. “Oh god,” she said in a strangled gasp.

Buffy wasn’t entirely sure if Smith had killed Prue or simply given her an overwhelming orgasm. She figured it was the latter when Prue laid her head against the sofa back and smiled blissfully. 

Buffy noted the bulge in Smith’s crotch and decided that now was the time to act. She leaned over, and as her lips brushed against the shell of his ear, whispered, “Sabrina and I want to party. Let’s go up to her room”

Smith gave her an enigmatic look for several seconds and then said, “Yes…yes let’s do that.” 

Smith stood, helping Buffy to her feet as he did so. “I’m going upstairs with Buffy and  Sabrina.” His voice sharpened as he said, “I want the rest of you to stay here and wait quietly.” It was eerie how the others quickly acknowledge Smith with nods of their heads. The Spellman sisters looked vaguely disturbed, but it seemed that a full day in Smith’s sexual miasma had left them effectively numb to any feelings of danger for Sabrina.

Phoebe reentered the room. It was quite the entrance too; she was topless. Buffy frowned jealously. Phoebe’s c-cups looked voluptuous on her small frame. 

Phoebe scampered up to Smith. “I’m all dry,” Phoebe said perkily as her nipples. 

“So I see,” Smith said. He took her hand and guided her to the sofa. Smith lifted one of her breasts and thumbed its erect nipple. Phoebe stuffed both hands on her pussy as she convulsed and fell back on the couch in orgasm. 

“Wait for me here, my dear,” said Smith.

Phoebe nodded blissfully.  

Sabrina led the way up the stairs and into her room. Buffy found it to be a mixture of teenage princess meets kitsch collector. Every level surface was filled with pictures and knick-knacks. There was even a lava lamp. The queen-sized bed with its tall, ornate headboard was the center of the room. 

Smith closed the door as he entered.  He looked around and picked up the figurine of a gnome and tossed it from hand to hand. “Love your decorating style, Sabrina,” he said with a laugh in his voice. 

“We’re going to…uh…slip into something more comfortable – as they say,” Buffy said. She took Sabrina’s hand and dragged her into the bathroom. 

The bathroom was narrow, but there was adequate room for the two teens. “Okay,” said Buffy, “let’s strip down to our undies.” She quickly disrobed and frowned at her reflection in the mirror. Her bra was an old one and certainly didn’t match her thong. Oh well, she thought, I didn’t know that I’d have to seduce an ancient demon when I dressed this morning. 

Sabrina had moved more slowly than Buffy. She was just now stepping out of her pleated skirt. “You’ll have to take off your panties,” Buffy said. 

Sabrina had boy short panties and a matching bra. They were creamy white with faded pink hearts and roses. She tossed them on top of her other clothing which lay on the counter top.

“Good,” said Buffy, “now just lie down on the bathmat and…uh…you know…get your butt off the floor. Sabrina laid down on the bathmat. She spread her legs and, pressing a foot against the shower wall, exposed her pretty pink pussy. She looks as hot to fuck as I feel, thought Buffy. Sabrina’s skin was flush from her neck to breasts. Her labia were full and pink and moist. Her swollen clit peeked from its little hood.  

Buffy retrieved the potion from her skirt. As she uncorked it Sabrina said in a small voice, “Is this the only way to do this?”

Buffy swept her bangs off her forehead and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Look,” she said in a strained whisper, “if that thing out there is as powerful and old as Giles says, then I think it’s toying with us right now. We need to move on, keep up his interest before he gets bored and kills your aunts and the Halliwells. Not to mention the pregnancy from hell he’s got planned for you.”

“Oh, right,” said Sabrina.

Buffy winced in distaste as she used the fingers of one hand to spread Sabrina’s pussy lips. She worked the vial into the pink opening and poured. Sabrina giggled and twitched her hips. “That’s cold,” she complained. 

“Sorry,” mumbled Buffy as she made sure that the vial was empty. She grabbed Sabrina’s panties and worked them back onto the girl’s hips. “OK, remember, hop onto your bed first thing. Don’t let this stuff leak out. After that, cut loose; make him suck your cunt.” Sabrina nodded eagerly and stuck out her hand so that Buffy could help her off the floor.

Buffy followed Sabrina through the door. She was gratified to see the teen run a couple of steps, jump on her bed and flop down with her knees in the air. Buffy looked at Smith just in time to see him add his undershorts to a stack of his neatly folded clothing. He was naked, impressively so. His well toned body looked tan and fit. The tip of his thick, uncut cock stood nearly to his bellybutton. 

“Don’t you girls look scrumptious?” he said with that same enigmatic smile. He made a gesture with his hand inviting Buffy to join Sabrina.

Buffy felt her body start. She’d like nothing more than to jump on that bed and open wide for Smith. She bet he knew more moves than an NFL running-back. Demon or no, she felt like screwing Smith until they were bloody and bruised. Well, maybe not the bloody part. 

Buffy moved to the side of the bed. “I…I…I just want to watch first,” she said. She stuck her fingers under the damp triangle of cloth that covered her pussy, and squeezed her breast with her other hand. “I want to watch you go down on Sabrina…you know…get her off with your tongue.”

“I’m familiar,” said Smith. “Sabrina, is that what you want?”

“Oh god, yes. Eat me,” moaned Sabrina. She whipped off her panties and threw them aside. 

“Very well,” Smith said with a look of wry amusement, He climbed onto the bed and between Sabrina’s soft thighs. He kissed and nuzzled his way down her satiny skin. 

Sabrina shivered and pulled at his head. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she chanted. 

Smith’s tongue lapped at Sabrina’s clit once, and she exploded. She clamped her thighs together, held his hot mouth to her pussy and screamed out an orgasm. It was all Buffy could do not to flick her clit. She knew it would be one mind-blinding come, but she couldn’t risk the distraction. 

Buffy watched as Smith lifted his hands to Sabrina’s knees and pried them apart. His mouth was smeared with girl cum. He made a face and wiped the back of his hand across his cheeks and lips. Earlier, in the kitchen, Sabrina had said that she was a messy girl at the point of orgasm – her juices flowed like water, she claimed. Smith rubbed at his throat and made a face as if he was sucking on a particularly sour lemon. He climbed off the bed and glanced at Buffy. “Poison? You bitches are trying to poison me?”

Yes, yes, yes, thought Buffy. He’d swallowed the potion freely, although obviously he felt it. Now it was time to…. 

Buffy’s heart fell into her stomach. She’d forgotten the fucking sword. She had one goddamn job in all this and she’d blown it. She’d been congratulating herself on how well she was withstanding the demon’s powers of persuasion and hyper-sexuality. How she had held it all together while the I’m-in-charge Prue was out of the game. 

“What do you mean?” she asked, trying to sound clueless, stalling for time. She glanced around the room, but there wasn’t a cutting edge in sight. Maybe she could break a window or the ugly lava lamp… The lock on the door to the hallway rattled. Smith’s eyes and head shifted minutely in that direction. 

Buffy attacked. Her body was moving with the speed and instinct of a slayer before her mind could register the fact. She planted a foot in preparation for a kick; one that, she hoped, would at least daze Smith long enough for her to…

Smith’s eyes snapped back to Buffy; his hand blurred into motion and the heel of his hand struck her squarely between her breasts. She went flying across the room, hit the side of a dresser and slumped to the floor. 

A killing blow, Smith thought. No doubt her sternum or perhaps a few ribs had crushed the girl Buffy’s heart. He frowned. He didn’t enjoy killing, but it was time for a new body and he didn’t dare let anything get in the way. He’d already allowed these visitors to the Spellman home to distract him. They had smelled of witchcraft, and he had been intrigued. If he had had the time, he would have delighted in fucking the truth out of one of them – most likely the sultry Phoebe. But now it was time to act. He would take care of whoever was in the hallway, and then he would kill everyone- everyone but Sabrina, of course. Once he was alone with her, he would let his essence flow into her body, where it would feed and grow. In a few hours it would all be over. The police and the press would raise a huge fuss, but they would find his old body along with the bloody female corpses, and assume that the whole mess was murders followed by the perpetrator’s suicide. By then, he would be just another boy in the crowd with a winning smile and a hard-on for his next sexual victim.  

He spared a glance at Sabrina as he reached for the door. She was blissfully asleep in a post-orgasmic haze. He grasped the knob and ripped the door open, splintering the frame as he stepped back. 

Smith heard Piper squeal in surprise as the door banged against the interior wall. She held one of the field hockey sticks under one arm; her hands were balled into fists raised in front of her chest. She seemed stunned to see him in the nude with his undiminished cock practically vibrating from his groin. “Piper, come here,” he demanded.

Piper shook head as if to clear her mind. Her fingers flicked toward him as she cried, “Freeze!”

Smith felt the power of her magic hit him; it knocked him back a half-step, but that was its only effect. Most of the wave of power simply washed around him and vanished. He grinned and said, “I’m beyond your witch’s enchantments. Now come to me and I’ll make your death thrilling and painless.”

Piper’s head cocked to one side. “Well, it was worth a shot,” she said. She grabbed the field hockey stick at its midpoint and heaved it like a spear. 

Smith laughed. Not only did she throw like the proverbial girl; the stick flew high and wide over his shoulder. “Are you sure that you’re an athletic coach?” he asked. “That was a bad miss from such a short distance.” Piper didn’t answer; she seemed to have wilted and weakened. “I suppose it’s time to deal with you and your meddlesome bunch,” Smith said.

“Maybe you should finish dealing with me first,” he heard from behind.

*

Buffy felt Smith’s hand explode against her chest. As limp as a life-sized doll, she flew through the air and crashed into a dresser, shoving it sideways a couple of feet. Buffy lay stunned for a few seconds. That blow would have killed or at least seriously broken an ordinary mortal, but a slayer is made of sterner stuff. When she opened her eyes, she saw Smith almost rip the bedroom door out of its frame. She could peer around him well enough to see Piper as she tried something magical. Something that had practically no effect on Smith. And then she saw the hockey stick flying over Smith’s shoulder. It clattered to her side.

“Are you sure that you’re an athletic coach?” Smith asked Piper. “That was a bad miss from such a short distance…I suppose it’s time to deal with you and your meddlesome bunch.”

Buffy could tell that Piper had spent her last reserves against Smith’s influence. Her eyes were vacant and her shoulders slumped. Buffy knew she had to get his attention. “Maybe you should finish dealing with me first,” she said. 

As quips go, Buffy thought, it wasn’t one of her best, but it worked. Smith turned. He looked amazed to see her moving, but then he gave Buffy an appreciative nod. “For such a svelte young lady, you’re surprisingly resilient.”
 
Using the field hockey stick as a crutch, Buffy arose to her feet. She took a couple of intentionally unsteady steps in Smith’s direction. She held the grip of the field hockey stick in her right hand, her left held the handle; the head was to her left and slightly behind her body. 

Smith’s smile turned into a full smirk. “Resilient and stubborn…why don’t you…”

Buffy’s hands twisted, there was crunching, snapping sound from the stick where the carbon fiber composite had been scored and weakened. Her hands separated and almost three feet of razor sharp steel emerged from its disguised sheath. Buffy drew and swept the blade from left to right with all the speed and power she could muster. 

Smith’s reactions hadn’t slowed any in the last minute or so. He was moving backwards almost as soon as Buffy’s sword cleared its sheath. The sword tip was going to miss him by a bare inch or two. Or so he thought. Smith may have been a supernatural being, but his body was still obeying the laws of inertia. The elastic tissue of his steely erection meant that his cock moved a fraction of a second later than the rest of his body. 

Buffy had kept her strike low, assuming that Smith would raise his arms to defend his precious neck. She was hoping to disable and slow the demon first. To her dismay, she thought that she was going to miss him altogether, but then she saw the red line where her sword tip had sliced into Smith’s cock-head. 

Smith’s reaction was human enough. He screamed and doubled over, his hands clamped to his blood spurting dick. Buffy let the momentum of her swing carry her hand high behind her right shoulder.  She spun the blade and chopped downward. Smith’s head toppled to the floor as the rest of his body went to its knees and fell forward. 

Buffy expected blood and lots of it, or maybe flowing, hideous greenish ichor. Instead, Smith’s body turned into a smoky dark cloud with a vaguely human form. The smoke flowed first toward Buffy, then Piper, and then it writhed and swirled, faded to a misty white and disappeared.  

Buffy gasped. She felt as if she had just been doused with ice water; she hadn’t been aware of how really muzzy headed she’d been. Piper shook herself and said, “Is he dead?”

“Pretty much gone with the wind,” Buffy said. 

“How’s Sabrina?” Piper asked.

They both turned and went to Sabrina’s bed. The young witch was in a fetal position, sound asleep. Piper unfolded a coverlet from the foot of the bed and drew it over the nearly naked teen. “You’ve had a big day, little girl,” Piper said. They stepped into the hallway and quietly closed the bedroom door. 

“So,” said Piper, drawing out the single syllable, “do you feel okay?”

“I feel…okay, but…horny,” said Buffy, “hornier than a horned…whatever.” 

“Oh thank god,” said Piper, “I thought it might be just me.”

The two young women looked at one another for several long seconds and then said simultaneously, “Nahhh.”

* 

“And so Buffy and the rest have just left,” Giles said into the convenience store phone. 

“Wow,” said Willow back in Sunnydale, “Buffy didn’t make much of a plan, did she?”

“It was my plan,” Giles said, his voice nearing exasperation, “and I kept it intentionally simple.”

“Oh…yeah…I understand now,” said Willow. “Uh…why don’t I just stand by here in case you want to come back using that phone trick?”

“Yes, why don’t you do that, Willow,” Giles said. “Bye for now.” Regaining the Tahoe, he drove it to a spot where he could park and inconspicuously watch the Spellman home. Nothing happened for several minutes. A black cat, who had been napping on the porch, moved to the door where he sat as his tail twitched nervously. Giles sighed and wished that he had a proper cup of tea. This waiting business was hard on the nerves. He checked his watch. If things had gone smoothly, then it should all be over by now. He waited nervously and was on the verge of approaching the house when the front door opened. He saw the cat rush past Buffy’s legs as she appeared on the porch and waved him over.  

“Are you all right?” he asked as he stepped onto the porch. “Did you have any problems?”

“I’m fine, everyone’s fine,” Buffy said. “Your plan worked with only a minor alteration,” Buffy said with a playful smile on her lips. 

“Good,” said Giles, “perhaps a little celebration is in order. Perhaps tea?” He tried to peer past Buffy into the house. “Afterwards, Sabrina can teleport us back to California.”

Buffy took his arm and lead him into the house. “The celebration has already begun,” she said, “but I’m afraid the demon’s influence hasn’t quite died out. And I don’t think tea is on anyone’s mind.”

“Oh dear,” said Giles as he entered the living room. “I see what you mean.”

Zelda and Hilda Spellman were seated on the sofa, kissing and fondling one another’s breasts. Prue and Piper were on their knees; their mouths were locked on the Spellman pussies. Phoebe sat on a chair with her legs thrown over the chair arms. She was nude and she had both hands working at her pussy as she watched the others. Moans and gasps of pleasure came from everyone involved. 

The black cat sat on its haunches in the middle of the room. Its mouth was hanging agape as it looked from one to another of the witches. 

“Well,” said Giles as he adjusted his glasses, “I’m glad to see that you seem to be immune to the pheromones or magical influences or whatever it is.”

“Are you kidding?” Buffy said. I’ve never been so horny in my life.” She nearly jerked Giles off his feet as she dragged him to the foot of the stairs. “Come on, there are plenty of beds upstairs.”

“Buffy, that would be totally inappropriate. Besides, I really don’t think I can satisfy you,” protested Giles as he tried to get out of her vice like grip. 

“That’s not what I hear from Willow,” said Buffy. 

“She told you?” Giles said, sounding hurt and surprised. 

“Not by name,” said Buffy, “but she dropped plenty of hints about her ‘forbidden love,’ as she put it.” She stopped pulling long enough to give Giles a wicked grin. “She was especially descriptive about his thick seven inches.” 

“Oh dear,” said Giles.

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