Payback's Bitch (Chapter 2 of ?)
Title: Payback’s Bitch (2 of ?)
Authors: ( catscorner) and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, Elements of B&D, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Chapter 1
Chapt 2 Summary: After one wild afternoon with his girlfriend and best friend, Xander can’t get the girls to engage in a repeat performance. Only in his dreams…
"Cordy," Xander said. "I think it's best if you understand where I'm coming from with this. It's not that you're not enough for me." He shook his head, looking as sincere as he could. "Absolutely not. You, as we both know, are the most beautiful girl--woman--in school. So, I'm not saying that I want Willow more than you. No, no. I want you both. No, I mean, uh...I would like to...involve Willow. Again. In playing. Not that I'm unsatisfied with what we've done, not in any way, of course." Not that they'd done much other than making out. "But...well, I think that Willow and...you enjoyed what we did. With each other. That one time."
Xander swallowed at the memory, when Cordelia called him her slave, and Willow being tied to the door, and Xander having to...He closed his eyes, shook his head, and refocused again. "Anyway. I'm thinking entirely of your enjoyment, Cordy. What makes you happy, and...I think between the two of us...we could make you very, very happy. Because when you were...doing what you were doing, it was very...nice. Not nice," he muttered to himself. "Stupid, Xander. Tying Willow to a door and having Cordy spank you isn't nice. Hot." He nodded. "What you were doing was very hot." Xander looked at himself in the bathroom mirror again.
He'd been mastering this speech for the better part of a week. The thought of what happened between his girlfriend, his best friend, and himself was never far from his mind. However, once that afternoon had been over, Cordelia and Willow seemed to actively ignore one another. Cordy steadfastly refused to discuss the matter, and so did Willow. Even though whenever he hinted around the edges of it, they both got the strangest looks in their eyes. Xander, for his part, dreamed about it on an almost nightly basis. He didn't want to keep ignoring it, and he didn't want them to keep ignoring it. In fact, he wouldn't terribly mind if they talked about it all the time. He knew that was the teenage hormones talking.
He didn't particularly care. She wore a leather bodice and made him call her mistress, for Chewbacca's sake! The hormones be damned, he didn't think it was so unreasonable to think about.
He took a deep breath, and looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in the nicest t-shirt he had, "Where's the Beef?!" stenciled across the chest. He took another deep breath, ran a hand through his dark hair. Suddenly, someone pounded on the door. "Xander, you've been in there forever! You're going to be late for school!"
"I know what time it is, mom!" He shouted back. "I won't be late! Just gimme a minute, okay?"
"You'll go blind!" His mom called through the door and walked away.
Xander closed his eyes in frustration and leaned his forehead against the mirror. He took another deep breath as he prepared Willow's speech in his mind. "Willow..."
* * *
"...I think, um.." Xander swallowed nervously as he walked alongside Willow across the courtyard, heading towards the math building. "I think, maybe, we should...um...talk about some stuff. And, um..." There weren't so many "ums" in the speech when he'd practiced it this morning.
Holding her books to her chest, Willow slid a sideways glance at Xander. They’d just come from biology and he had that anxious look on his face that she knew so well. “I know. Listen… you don’t have to be ashamed to talk about it. I know exactly what you’re thinking,” she offered a bright, reassuring smile. “Remember? It’s me. Your bestest bud. I’m really surprised it took you this long to ask. I mean, I know sometimes I give you a hard time about stuff like this… but really, have I ever turned you down in your hour of need?”
Xander let out a relieved sigh, and nodded. He decided to alter his tactic. The "you're my best friend" strategy seemed a lot more likely to work than his original tactic of "you have nice boobs I'd like to see again". He punched Willow lightly on the arm. "Hey, thanks, Wils. I knew you'd understand, and I thought you'd be up for it again. I mean, last time you looked like you were having fun. We are on the same wavelength again. Like Starsky and Hutch. Tango and Cash. Han and Chewie. Well...maybe not so much that last one, since I'm hairier I know who you'd say I was." Xander shook his head, getting back on track. "How do you think we could ask Cordy about it?"
Willow laughed at Xander’s goofy antics. “Yeah, I totally had fun! And all this time I was afraid you were just going through the motions because you had to. If I had known how much you enjoyed it, I would have suggested we do it again sooner.” She turned as she walked sideways, bubbling with excitement. “I don’t know about Cordy though. Doesn’t seem like she’d be into it,” she gave an easy shrug. “But she’s your girlfriend - which I’ll totally never understand, by the way - so if you want to include her, I guess we can ask her.”
"Well, I think, I've been practicing this--" Xander stopped walking, his mouth hanging open. "Include her? You mean...you'd do something...just us?" He blinked at her.
“Well yeah. Of course I would,” Willow’s brows furrowed slightly, surprised by his question. “I mean unless you think she’d get jealous or something. Which knowing Cordy, I can totally see how she would. It’s up to you. I definitely don’t want to make waves between you guys and she is way more experienced with this stuff since she’s done it before. I just figured you’d be too embarrassed to ask her, that’s all.”
"I just...didn't know you'd want that. Me. Like that. Again." Xander scratched his head, and started walking alongside with Willow again. "I mean, with us, I hadn't thought you'd want to. And...I mean...I don't know what I mean," he admitted with a chagrined chuckle. This certainly wasn't going quite how he'd intended. "I mean...she did what she did because we kissed each other before. She probably would be mad. Maybe if we both talk to her, we can convince we're not doing anything behind her back, and we want to with her. We can catch her at lunch, maybe, see what she says. Do you want to? With her, too? Again?" The thought that Willow was so open to playing that game again with Cordy was almost as surprising that she'd do something just with him.
As Xander talked, Willow slowly realized that he wasn’t asking her to help him do another extracurricular science project in order to avoid summer school. The moment it hit her, a flush flashed through her, painting her flesh bright red. Sputtering, it took her a moment of opening and closing her mouth like a fish before her voice box engaged. “W-wait. Xander… oh God. Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about? As in… Oh God.” She couldn’t even say it but the look on his face answered her question. “You are. You want to… do that again. With Cordy. Oh God. I thought you meant… science project. No summer school. But-but-but-omigod.”
Xander stared at Willow for a long moment, watching as he face turned the same exact color of her hair. He'd never seen something turn that kind of red all over at the exact same time. If he didn't know better, he'd have said it was magic. And, in that crucial instant, he did what he'd swore to himself he wouldn't do.
Xander Harris froze.
Like an ice-encased Captain America in the headlights. "Uh..." he said, his mind blank of everything he'd meant to say. "You have nice boobs," he said, his brain not working fast enough to put an idea in his mouth before he spoke. "Uh..."
“What?!” Willow’s eyes flew even wider with shock and she jerked her books up to clutch them against her chest. “Xander! I… omigod. No way! Are you crazy?” her eyes darted around to see if anybody was listening and lowered her voice to a hiss as she turned an even darker shade of red. “Did you forget that was a punishment? And wait a minute! You said you thought I looked like I was having fun?!” She buried her face in her books, mortified that he’d called her out on what she thought was her own deepest darkest secret.
Xander's mouth hung open, his eyes wide. This had been going so well just before. Why couldn't this be going that well again? What the hell kind of god of fate did he piss off, anyway? "I...You..." He swallowed hard and suppressed the urge to run far, far away. "Well...didn't you? I...I did. I don't know if I should've said that just now," he muttered to himself, wincing. If Willow said no, he could just imagine Cordy's response.
The police would find his skeleton buried in a shallow grave twenty years from now. He could just see it. He was going to be a future episode of Law & Order! Ripped from the headlines, teenage boy murdered by girlfriend for proposing three-way.
“Xander!” She made the mistake of looking up at him and suddenly she was back in Cordy’s room pinned up against her door. Gripped by the intense memory of Xander’s tongue licking her into oblivion while her eyes were locked on Cordy’s, Willow’s eyes dropped to half lidded and she swayed just a little. “I… no. Yes. I don’t know. We shouldn’t be talking about this. Or thinking about this. We definitelyshould not be thinking about this. Oh god! Have you been thinking about this?!” her eyes went wide again with panic.
The truth was, though she’d never admit it in a million years even in her diary, Willow had fantasized about it every single night since it’d happened. She’d thought about how incredible it had felt to have Xander doing the things he did, but even more embarrassing was the fact that she also thought about what it would have been like to have Cordy doing those things too. But seeing Xander and Cordy being all gropey in the halls again, Willow had convinced herself that they had moved on with their relationship and wouldn’t waste their time reliving the memory like she did.
“You had fun?” she asked raising her eyes again hesitantly. “D-did Cordy say anything… about me?”
"Uh...well, no. Anytime I try to...bring it up to her, she kinda...evades, I guess? I mean, she doesn't really say anything about it. I've tried. You know, being all James Bondage," Xander winced at the slip. "Bondian! Bondian about it. But she doesn't really go for it. I had fun," he admitted. "Lots of fun." He grinned sheepishly, her embarrassment fueling his own at saying it that openly. "I mean...you know." He kicked a nonexistant pebble and wondered how he'd gotten so bad at this kind of thing.
Oh, yeah, he'd never done this kind of thing before, that's how.
Willow’s shoulders slumped with her load of books, visibly disappointed that Cordy hadn’t said anything about her. Of course she wouldn’t. Why would she? She had Xander to do those things to her whenever she wanted. Willow looked down and kicked the nonexistent pebble back at Xander.
“Yeah, I know,” a blush stained her cheeks again at the half admission that she’d enjoyed it too. “But you’re crazy if you think she’d do it again.” Was it bad that a part of her wanted Xander to go ask Cordy and have her kick him to the curb so maybe he’d finally be with her? Yes, that was bad. Bad Willow. “If you ask, you’re totally going to blow it with her,” she advised plaintively. “Again.”
"Yeah," Xander said, crestfallen. He took a deep breath. "I guess if you're not interested, she'd probably consider physical violence. I mean, I saw the way she looked when we were...anyway. I thought for sure she'd go for it. Maybe not. She looked like maybe it'd be something she'd go for. Maybe not. I suck," he muttered. "I had this whole speech worked out and everything. Modeled partly on Bill Pullman's speech in Independence Day. That was a good speech."
Willow laughed. Leave it to Xander to turn an awkward moment into something to smile about. “Save the speech for your fantasies, Xan. Trust me on this one.” Willow felt better giving her friend what she knew was good advice. Cordy would skin him alive if she even knew they were having this conversation.
The bell rang and Willow turned to walk backward as she started for her next class. “But hey, look on the bright side. In your fantasies, you can mix and match…” she left him with a coy grin before turning again and hustling off to English.
Xander's eyes widened at what his friend had just said. Already she was leaving to go to English, and he couldn't help but feel like again there was something that had just happened he should've acted on but didn't. Maybe it was just his general sense of feeling like a moron. Yeah, that had to be it. Xander ran a hand through his hair and sighed as he turned to head to gym. Wonderful gym. The day was getting better and better. "It was a good speech," he muttered to himself.
* * *
Xander crossed his ankles as he lay in bed and watched the end of Goldfinger. Once again, Bond got the girl and saved the world. Pussy Galore, no less! She was a lesbian in the book, Xander had read on the internet. Which meant Bond was so masculine, he converted a lesbian!
And here Xander couldn't even get his girlfriend and best friend together again. Even after they'd gotten together, no less. That was just...downright embarrassing. It was, in fact, a James Bond marathon they'd been playing, and even the Roger Moore Bond left Xander in severe shame of his masculinity.
Roger Moore! Xander sighed miserably, and glanced at his clock. Well past midnight, and he still had school in the morning. He rolled his eyes. "Stupid Roger Moore," he muttered as he flipped off the TV.
Xander rolled over in bed and closed his eyes. He spoke, his voice raising several octaves to sound like a girl's voice. "Oh, no, Xander, we both were really into it the last time, but you're so lame we never want to do it again!" Xander snorted contemptuously. "Bill Pullman can kiss my ass, too," he muttered sleepily. "I got your independence day right here."
He yawned widely and finally settled into bed, deciding not to let Cordy and Willow get to him anymore. He had a hot girlfriend into the kinkier things, which was nice. Even if he couldn't get Willow--and a part of him really wanted her, no matter how much he ignored it--he'd settle for that. He took a deep breath, and finally drifted off to sleep.
He was...Harris. Xander Harris. He had a license to kill, and it was a license he used frequently and with great aplomb. He was on the trail of a missing scientist, kidnapped from the great science conference in Geneva by SMERSH. It was up to him to find her, and save her before her knowledge of biochemistry could be used in the wrong hands.
He was dressed--impeccably, of course--in an expensive black tuxedo, having come to the mansion of the notorious Contessa, one of SMERSH's top interrogators and assassins. Under the cover of being a rich industrialist, he'd managed an invitation to one of the Contessa's extravagant parties, and managed to slip away, into the basement floors where he believed the beautiful scientist was being kept.
Even now, hidden in the shadows of the expansive basement which seemed more like a dungeon the longer he was in it, he looked again at the scientist's picture. Long red hair framed an unassuming and attractive face, a pair of spectacles covering her eyes. She was beautiful in an unconventional way, and he'd been told the picture didn't do her justice. Perhaps, after he found her...
But that would come later. He held the silenced Walther in his hand and slipped the picture inside his jacket pocket, and moved further into the dungeon, eyes peeled for the newest threat.
Determined to free herself before the Countess came back to finish interrogating her, the scientist strained against her bonds. Muffled cries of exhaustion accompanied the effort as she attempted to twist and contort her body in such a way that she could slip free of the bindings. In her current position, her body was turned sideways and her back arched until her long red silky red hair nearly touched her ankles that were still strapped in the stiletto heels she was wearing when the goons abducted her from the conference. A short white lab coat barely covered the cocktail dress that rode up to the top of her thighs as she tested the limits of her flexibility.
Xander paused in the shadows of the dungeon, listening to the muffled and strained grunts of a soft, feminine voice. He held his Walther ready for action as he crept silently through the dungeon, using his years of experience to quietly move towards the sound that echoed off the stone walls. He pulled up short when he saw the scientist, bound and gagged, still in cocktail dress and lab coat, and he found he'd been well-informed: The pictures really didn't do her justice.
He shifted forward so he was in the light, a suave smile on his face as he approached carefully. He paused near her, arching an eyebrow. "Is this some sort of gag?" He deadpanned cooly.
“Mmmfh!” she jerked her head sideways, eyes wide and alert. It wasn’t until she saw the devastatingly handsome man, that she relaxed and returned to a standing position, her arms held over her head, shackled at the wrists. Breast heaving with relief, she tilted her head to try and straighten her cock-eyed glasses to get a better look at the man as he approached.
Approaching slowly, almost casually, Xander looked around the dungeon. "Dr. Willow, I presume?" He cocked his eyebrow, and his deep voice flowed along the stone walls. He couldn't help but smile as he said her full name. "Pussy Willow?" With that, he reached up and pulled the gag out of her mouth, still smiling suavely at the good doctor.
The scientist gave him a sultry smile in response. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, monsieur,” she drawled in a heavy French accent. She shifted her hips, her eyes lingering on his as she invited him to move closer. “And you are…?”
He took her invitation readily, stepping closer to the bound woman. "Harris," he answered, his voice deep and masculine. "Xander Harris. And I'm here to take you away from all this, doctor. I trust you won't mind terribly?" He holstered his gun and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her to him and helping to take some of the weight off her wrists still shackled. The laser in his watch would make quick work of those chains...when he was ready, of course.
Pussy Willow let out a soft moan as the pain biting into her writs suddenly dissipated. “Oh oui…” she said as she reflexively lifted her legs and locked them around his waist to take the remaining pressure off her arms. “Many pardons if I am too forward, Monsieur Harris, but it feels so good. How you say… such relief. My wrists…” she angled her head up to see the angry red marks beneath the iron shackles. “But please,” she squeezed her thighs with a sudden sense of urgency. “You must hurry. Before the Countess comes back.”
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that one," Xander cooed into her ear. "She's rather distracted by her party right now." He held onto her, his arm easily supporting the slight girl's weight. After all, he was a double-o agent, at the peak of physical fitness, and his stamina would know no bounds. "Nevertheless, I imagine there are more comfortable environs for us to...become better acquainted." Still holding her with one arm, he began to raise the watch up to the chains holding her, intending to cut her free.
“Oh oui!” she responded with an enthusiastic lilt in her voice. His hot breath tickled her ear and she was perfectly happy to allow him to be as close as he needed in order to free her. “I should like to properly thank you for my rescue,” she licked her lips, supple with strawberry scented lipstick. “However did you find me?”
"A simple matter of following the trail," Xander replied casually as he began to work on cutting through her shackles. "We knew you were taken from your lab in Paris, and we suspected the Countess herself. She is SMERSH's top interrogator, after all. After that, all it took was the proper cover, and we made our move during one of her many parties." Xander felt her thighs tighten on his waist, and he couldn't help but smile. "If you don't mind my saying so, you certainly are quite the lovely scientist. I trust you aren't too uncomfortable?"
“Cunning and thoughtful… I must say that British Secret Service has trained their agents well,” Willow replied as she looked at him through lush lashes. She shifted her hips, deliberately grinding against him. “Oh my, Monsieur Harris!” she let out a light squeal of delight. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you as happy to see me as I am you.”
Xander chuckled as the laser cut through the shackles finally, and he stood, holding her to him still with her legs locked around his waist. He held her so close, his lips brushed against hers as he spoke breathily. "I'll give you the opportunity to search me and find out. I must say I'm curious to see just how well you live up to your name."
“As am I,” the Countess emerged from the shadows, silver pistol trained on the back of the agent’s head. “And here I thought I would have to find out all by myself…” ruby red lips pulled into a wicked smirk. Raven locks spilled over bare shoulders and back, moving with her body as she stepped forward, hips rocking in a daring black satin mini dress featuring an open back and a plunging neckline that showcased magnificent breasts.
Willow released an audible “eep!” as she tightened her grip on the agent.
Xander straightened and held tight to the doctor. With the way he was holding onto Pussy Willow, there was no way for him to go for his gun. He turned his head slightly, looking back at the beautiful woman that now held them both in her grasp. "Ah, Countess," he said calmly, still every bit the suave secret agent. "I see you've taken a leave from your party. I trust your guests won't miss you? The good doctor and I were just about to share a toast together." He grinned. "Amongst other things."
“I always preferred the more intimate parties,” she tossed back easily as she continued to circle around the pair, carefully assessing the situation and plotting her next move.
When Countess Cordelia moved around to the side, Pussy Willow took the opportunity to slip her hand into the agent’s trousers to retrieve his gun. Wrapping her hand around the handle, she tried to ease it out without drawing attention to her movements, but it wouldn’t budge. And then she felt it pulse and she realized what she was handling.
The agent's eyes widened, brown eyes meeting her green. "Wrong...gun," he gasped out, even as her hand tightened on him. "But you do get an 'A' for effort." He swallowed hard and looked at the Countess, who didn't seem to have missed Willow's little move. "This isn't intimate enough for you?" He asked, trying hard to still sound cool.
“Oh yes… this will do quite nicely,” Cordelia moved closer until she had the barrel of the gun against his cheek and her lips at his ear. “You see… I invited Pussy Willow here to help me out with a little problem. And even though I’ve been a most gracious host, she simply refuses to cooperate.” Her other hand snaked out and grabbed the scientist’s chin roughly, blood red nails digging into porcelain cheeks as she twisted her face sideways look in the direction she gestured with the gun.
“You see, we’ve assembled the equipment according to her top secret design specifications, but she refuses show us how to activate it.” Fiery eyes blazed as she looked at the meek scientist who had thwarted every interrogation technique she’d tried so far. “The little minx neglected to include the key components in the blueprints so the thing is useless.”
Features suddenly softened and the Countess loosened her grip, cupping her neck and stroking her thumb along the curve of Willow’s jaw as she tilted her head up. “But now that I have you here to offer her some incentive… perhaps she’ll be more willing to play. What do you say Pussy…?”
Not knowing what the Countess would do, Willow froze, her hand still gripping Xander’s cock so as not to lose her precarious balance. As Cordelia laid out the scenario for the agent, Willow’s breathing sharpened and she began looking for a means to escape. It seemed a positively futile situation and she trembled when the woman turned a hungry gaze on her.
Xander swallowed hard, his face growing more determined. He turned his head slightly to look at the evil woman who held them in her grip. Well...figuratively speaking, given the fact that Pussy Willow most certainly had a more literal grip on him. "And she'll not say a thing more to you about it, either," Xander said, his voice brave, even though his eyes were light with lust now. Both women were so beautiful, and the hold Dr. Willow had on his cock was most distracting. He set his jaw firmly. "Do your worst, Countess," he said defiantly.
The Countess released a heavy sigh and took a step back. Eyeing the redhead, she shook her head. “First thing’s first… climb down off him so I can relieve him of his weapons.”
Willow shot back a stubborn look, releasing her grip and moving to his weapon in a smooth motion. But before she could draw it, a loud crack and unexpected sting on her ass caused her to lose her grip and she dropped away from the agent, stiletto heels clicking on the stone floor. “Ow!” she scowled, rubbing the tender spot on her backside.
The Countess let out a wicked laugh and raised the bullwhip that had somehow replaced her silver gun. “Strip,” she ordered the agent. “I don’t trust you not to have some hidden weapons in that fancy tuxedo or yours.”
Xander sneered slightly, and repressed the urge to curse at the Countess. Of course he had weapons hidden in the tuxedo, but as soon as they were away from him, he had nothing. Slowly, he began to do as she ordered, but she always stayed far enough away that he couldn't make a move. "You really are quite the predictable sort," he said. "If you wished to see me without my kit on, you merely needed to ask. A woman with your...qualifications certainly wouldn't get much argument." He stripped off his shirt, and that just left him in his trousers, which he began to slowly take off, trying to look for an escape.
Pussy Willow adjusted her glasses and backed up against the wall, eyes flicking back and forth between their captor and the half-naked man who would have been her savior.
Hips rocking seductively, the Countess slowly circled the agent like a lion tamer eyeing a wild beast. Her eyes settled on the pronounced bulge in his trousers and she licked her lips in anticipation of seeing his assets. When his fingers moved to his wristwatch, she cracked the whip, striping his chest with an angry red mark.
“Hold it right there, 007. I know that Q has equipped that watch with a miniature arsenal,” she smirked. “Yes… I’ve done my homework. Now, hands in the air, I’ll take it from here.”
Xander jumped at the crack of the whip, but strangely enough he felt no pain. What he did feel, however, was the strangely complete sense of arousal that had been awoken by the beautiful Pussy Willow, and just increased by the dangerous and stunning Countess Cordelia. With a sigh of resignation, Xander raised his hands in the air even while he shifted his hips, wondering if his erection was as obvious as it felt.
One glance at the flushed face of the lovely Dr. Willow told him it was, indeed. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage. "And just what do you plan on doing with us, Countess?"
Cordelia moved in, pressing her body against his as she reached up and removed the wristwatch and then the ring on his other hand. “Whatever I damn well please…” she answered, her hands running down his well-muscled torso before moving to his backside and squeezing hard until she could feel him grinding his cock into the flat plan of her abdomen. She turned her gaze on Pussy Willow and saw that she was enjoying the show. “Aww… are you feeling left out?”
“Uhm… oui,” the scientist bobbed her head in a nod, her breath coming in short pants.
“Well then,” the Countess answered, “You can come pleasure me while I make sure Agent Harris here isn’t packing anything other than his cock.” When the mousy scientists didn’t budge, she cracked her whip to emphasize her point. “I meant now. Get your sweet little pussy over here!”
Willow gasped as the whip grazed her breast and she rushed forward. “W-what do you want me to do?”
Cordelia smirked and turned a sinful gaze on Xander as she jerked the front of his pants open. “You tell her what to do to me. Think of it as your last meal… all your favorite things before you die.”
Xander swallowed hard and looked at the beautiful scientist and her equally beautiful captor. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and think a way out of this. But it seemed as if all the blood that should be feeding his brain cells was otherwise occupied.
"Touch her," Xander said quietly. "Her body, cup her breasts and...kiss her. Kiss her very passionately." Perhaps if he bided time playing the Countess' game he could work out a way out of this.
Yes, that's all it was.
Of course.
The Countess released a soft snicker. “So tame…and here I thought you might be one to be reckoned with. Keep your hands on your head,” she ordered, her own hand lingering on his cock a moment longer. “And I don’t mean this head…” she smirked before turning to Willow. “You heard him Pussy. Touch me…”
Eyes wide, Willow licked her lips, glancing at Xander for reassurance before she cupped the other woman’s breasts. They were so firm and when she pressed forward, her thumbs skimmed over her nipples, drawing them into peaks through the tight satin fabric of her dress.
“Mmmm… not bad,” Cordelia cooed in a seductive whisper as their lips came together. Both women angled their heads and deepened the kiss, tongues slipping over one another as their mouths opened hungrily. Finally, the Countess jerked back, eyes cloudy with the euphoric haze.
Xander's own eyes were wide and heavy with desire at watching what she was doing. "Willow, take...take her nipples in your mouth. Suck on them, bite them." He grinned wickedly. "I'd rather like to listen to the Countess moan." He'd show her just what he could think of!
Willow did as she was told, slipping the strapless dress down to expose the Countess’ creamy globes. Bending her head down, she licked one supple rose bud before suckling it between her lips and rolling it over her tongue.
Cordelia hissed and dropped her head back, half lidded gaze falling to Xander. She reached out and pulled him close, drawing him into a fiery kiss and when Willow’s teeth scraped over her the peaked nipple, Cordelia moaned into his mouth. One hand tangled in Willow’s hair urging her to continue while the other clutched at Xander’s thick dark curls as she kissed him harder.
Xander kept his hands on his head, but kissed her deeply, with every ounce of skill and fiery passion he possessed. Which was actually quite considerable if he said so himself. His tongue tangled with Cordelia's even as he glanced down to see Willow suckling and nipping on her nipple. When they needed air and Cordelia pulled from Xander's mouth, he said breathlessly, "Take her dress off, and lick your way down to her sweet pussy," He smiled wickedly at Cordelia and kissed her again, nipping at her lush bottom lip.
“Oui, monsieur!” Willow was eager to comply with the direction, marveling at the Countess’ body as she wiggled out of her slinky dress to reveal nothing but a holster at her thigh where her silver pistol was nestled.
Cordelia wanted to feel a man’s arms around her, so while Willow’s tongue traced a wet trail over her curves she made quick work of the remainder of Xander’s clothing until he stood naked before her. Confident that he wouldn’t be able to pull any tricks on her, she slowly dropped down to take his cock into her mouth while she lowered herself over Willow’s eager tongue.
Pussy Willow did indeed live up to her name as her tongue plunged deep inside the Countess’ core and lapped at her sweet juices. Gripping her gyrating hips, the scientist methodically worked her tongue over slick folds, teasing her nub by sucking it in short bursts before returning her attention to her molten core.
With each exquisite sensation, Willow drew another mewl from Cordy even her head bobbed over Xander’s cock, taking his full length in and out of her mouth in a tormenting rhythm. Each time Willow sucked her clit, Cordelia groaned and sucked Xander even harder.
Xander gasped sharply as every groan vibrated through his cock and made him shudder. He kept his hands on top of his head, but he stared down at the two women. Pussy Willow's eyes were hot with desire as she licked and sucked at Cordelia's sex, and the Countess stared up at him with dangerous, feline eyes as her red lips worked along the length of his erection. His body felt oversensitive, and his breathing quickened.
He looked down at the Countess and said to her, "Pull her hair. Pull her into you so she puts her tongue deep inside." He shuddered again, and took the chance to glance at Willow, and then his eyes flitted to the gun holstered on the Countess' thigh.
Willow’s eyes fixed on Xander’s and in that instant, she communicated what she needed. She needed him to distract the Countess enough so she could get that weapon. For her part, she did as the Agent commanded, diving even deeper inside, fucking Cordelia with her tongue.
Cordelia let out a shriek as she felt herself start to convulse as the first waves of orgasm hit her. Releasing Xander’s cock, she levered up and arched her back. Closing her eyes she devoured his mouth when it came over hers in a forceful, demanding kiss.
When she sensed that both the Countess and Secret Agent were too far gone to notice, Pussy Willow slipped out from under Cordelia. In her right hand she held Xander’s gun trained on his temple and in her left she held Cordelia’s trained on hers. A wicked smile curled the edge of her lips as she cocked both weapons simultaneously to get their attention.
Xander paused, his mouth still capturing Cordelia's as his eyes shot open and he glanced at Pussy Willow out of the corner of his eye. He pulled his lips from Cordelia's, feeling utterly needy and aroused, and shuddered as his wet cock was left in the open air. "My dear Pussy," Xander said calmly despite the aching desire he felt and the cold barrel of his own gun pressed against his temple. "When I looked at the Countess' gun, this wasn't quite the solution I had in mind."
TBC…
Authors: ( catscorner) and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, Elements of B&D, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Chapter 1
Chapt 2 Summary: After one wild afternoon with his girlfriend and best friend, Xander can’t get the girls to engage in a repeat performance. Only in his dreams…
"Cordy," Xander said. "I think it's best if you understand where I'm coming from with this. It's not that you're not enough for me." He shook his head, looking as sincere as he could. "Absolutely not. You, as we both know, are the most beautiful girl--woman--in school. So, I'm not saying that I want Willow more than you. No, no. I want you both. No, I mean, uh...I would like to...involve Willow. Again. In playing. Not that I'm unsatisfied with what we've done, not in any way, of course." Not that they'd done much other than making out. "But...well, I think that Willow and...you enjoyed what we did. With each other. That one time."
Xander swallowed at the memory, when Cordelia called him her slave, and Willow being tied to the door, and Xander having to...He closed his eyes, shook his head, and refocused again. "Anyway. I'm thinking entirely of your enjoyment, Cordy. What makes you happy, and...I think between the two of us...we could make you very, very happy. Because when you were...doing what you were doing, it was very...nice. Not nice," he muttered to himself. "Stupid, Xander. Tying Willow to a door and having Cordy spank you isn't nice. Hot." He nodded. "What you were doing was very hot." Xander looked at himself in the bathroom mirror again.
He'd been mastering this speech for the better part of a week. The thought of what happened between his girlfriend, his best friend, and himself was never far from his mind. However, once that afternoon had been over, Cordelia and Willow seemed to actively ignore one another. Cordy steadfastly refused to discuss the matter, and so did Willow. Even though whenever he hinted around the edges of it, they both got the strangest looks in their eyes. Xander, for his part, dreamed about it on an almost nightly basis. He didn't want to keep ignoring it, and he didn't want them to keep ignoring it. In fact, he wouldn't terribly mind if they talked about it all the time. He knew that was the teenage hormones talking.
He didn't particularly care. She wore a leather bodice and made him call her mistress, for Chewbacca's sake! The hormones be damned, he didn't think it was so unreasonable to think about.
He took a deep breath, and looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in the nicest t-shirt he had, "Where's the Beef?!" stenciled across the chest. He took another deep breath, ran a hand through his dark hair. Suddenly, someone pounded on the door. "Xander, you've been in there forever! You're going to be late for school!"
"I know what time it is, mom!" He shouted back. "I won't be late! Just gimme a minute, okay?"
"You'll go blind!" His mom called through the door and walked away.
Xander closed his eyes in frustration and leaned his forehead against the mirror. He took another deep breath as he prepared Willow's speech in his mind. "Willow..."
* * *
"...I think, um.." Xander swallowed nervously as he walked alongside Willow across the courtyard, heading towards the math building. "I think, maybe, we should...um...talk about some stuff. And, um..." There weren't so many "ums" in the speech when he'd practiced it this morning.
Holding her books to her chest, Willow slid a sideways glance at Xander. They’d just come from biology and he had that anxious look on his face that she knew so well. “I know. Listen… you don’t have to be ashamed to talk about it. I know exactly what you’re thinking,” she offered a bright, reassuring smile. “Remember? It’s me. Your bestest bud. I’m really surprised it took you this long to ask. I mean, I know sometimes I give you a hard time about stuff like this… but really, have I ever turned you down in your hour of need?”
Xander let out a relieved sigh, and nodded. He decided to alter his tactic. The "you're my best friend" strategy seemed a lot more likely to work than his original tactic of "you have nice boobs I'd like to see again". He punched Willow lightly on the arm. "Hey, thanks, Wils. I knew you'd understand, and I thought you'd be up for it again. I mean, last time you looked like you were having fun. We are on the same wavelength again. Like Starsky and Hutch. Tango and Cash. Han and Chewie. Well...maybe not so much that last one, since I'm hairier I know who you'd say I was." Xander shook his head, getting back on track. "How do you think we could ask Cordy about it?"
Willow laughed at Xander’s goofy antics. “Yeah, I totally had fun! And all this time I was afraid you were just going through the motions because you had to. If I had known how much you enjoyed it, I would have suggested we do it again sooner.” She turned as she walked sideways, bubbling with excitement. “I don’t know about Cordy though. Doesn’t seem like she’d be into it,” she gave an easy shrug. “But she’s your girlfriend - which I’ll totally never understand, by the way - so if you want to include her, I guess we can ask her.”
"Well, I think, I've been practicing this--" Xander stopped walking, his mouth hanging open. "Include her? You mean...you'd do something...just us?" He blinked at her.
“Well yeah. Of course I would,” Willow’s brows furrowed slightly, surprised by his question. “I mean unless you think she’d get jealous or something. Which knowing Cordy, I can totally see how she would. It’s up to you. I definitely don’t want to make waves between you guys and she is way more experienced with this stuff since she’s done it before. I just figured you’d be too embarrassed to ask her, that’s all.”
"I just...didn't know you'd want that. Me. Like that. Again." Xander scratched his head, and started walking alongside with Willow again. "I mean, with us, I hadn't thought you'd want to. And...I mean...I don't know what I mean," he admitted with a chagrined chuckle. This certainly wasn't going quite how he'd intended. "I mean...she did what she did because we kissed each other before. She probably would be mad. Maybe if we both talk to her, we can convince we're not doing anything behind her back, and we want to with her. We can catch her at lunch, maybe, see what she says. Do you want to? With her, too? Again?" The thought that Willow was so open to playing that game again with Cordy was almost as surprising that she'd do something just with him.
As Xander talked, Willow slowly realized that he wasn’t asking her to help him do another extracurricular science project in order to avoid summer school. The moment it hit her, a flush flashed through her, painting her flesh bright red. Sputtering, it took her a moment of opening and closing her mouth like a fish before her voice box engaged. “W-wait. Xander… oh God. Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about? As in… Oh God.” She couldn’t even say it but the look on his face answered her question. “You are. You want to… do that again. With Cordy. Oh God. I thought you meant… science project. No summer school. But-but-but-omigod.”
Xander stared at Willow for a long moment, watching as he face turned the same exact color of her hair. He'd never seen something turn that kind of red all over at the exact same time. If he didn't know better, he'd have said it was magic. And, in that crucial instant, he did what he'd swore to himself he wouldn't do.
Xander Harris froze.
Like an ice-encased Captain America in the headlights. "Uh..." he said, his mind blank of everything he'd meant to say. "You have nice boobs," he said, his brain not working fast enough to put an idea in his mouth before he spoke. "Uh..."
“What?!” Willow’s eyes flew even wider with shock and she jerked her books up to clutch them against her chest. “Xander! I… omigod. No way! Are you crazy?” her eyes darted around to see if anybody was listening and lowered her voice to a hiss as she turned an even darker shade of red. “Did you forget that was a punishment? And wait a minute! You said you thought I looked like I was having fun?!” She buried her face in her books, mortified that he’d called her out on what she thought was her own deepest darkest secret.
Xander's mouth hung open, his eyes wide. This had been going so well just before. Why couldn't this be going that well again? What the hell kind of god of fate did he piss off, anyway? "I...You..." He swallowed hard and suppressed the urge to run far, far away. "Well...didn't you? I...I did. I don't know if I should've said that just now," he muttered to himself, wincing. If Willow said no, he could just imagine Cordy's response.
The police would find his skeleton buried in a shallow grave twenty years from now. He could just see it. He was going to be a future episode of Law & Order! Ripped from the headlines, teenage boy murdered by girlfriend for proposing three-way.
“Xander!” She made the mistake of looking up at him and suddenly she was back in Cordy’s room pinned up against her door. Gripped by the intense memory of Xander’s tongue licking her into oblivion while her eyes were locked on Cordy’s, Willow’s eyes dropped to half lidded and she swayed just a little. “I… no. Yes. I don’t know. We shouldn’t be talking about this. Or thinking about this. We definitelyshould not be thinking about this. Oh god! Have you been thinking about this?!” her eyes went wide again with panic.
The truth was, though she’d never admit it in a million years even in her diary, Willow had fantasized about it every single night since it’d happened. She’d thought about how incredible it had felt to have Xander doing the things he did, but even more embarrassing was the fact that she also thought about what it would have been like to have Cordy doing those things too. But seeing Xander and Cordy being all gropey in the halls again, Willow had convinced herself that they had moved on with their relationship and wouldn’t waste their time reliving the memory like she did.
“You had fun?” she asked raising her eyes again hesitantly. “D-did Cordy say anything… about me?”
"Uh...well, no. Anytime I try to...bring it up to her, she kinda...evades, I guess? I mean, she doesn't really say anything about it. I've tried. You know, being all James Bondage," Xander winced at the slip. "Bondian! Bondian about it. But she doesn't really go for it. I had fun," he admitted. "Lots of fun." He grinned sheepishly, her embarrassment fueling his own at saying it that openly. "I mean...you know." He kicked a nonexistant pebble and wondered how he'd gotten so bad at this kind of thing.
Oh, yeah, he'd never done this kind of thing before, that's how.
Willow’s shoulders slumped with her load of books, visibly disappointed that Cordy hadn’t said anything about her. Of course she wouldn’t. Why would she? She had Xander to do those things to her whenever she wanted. Willow looked down and kicked the nonexistent pebble back at Xander.
“Yeah, I know,” a blush stained her cheeks again at the half admission that she’d enjoyed it too. “But you’re crazy if you think she’d do it again.” Was it bad that a part of her wanted Xander to go ask Cordy and have her kick him to the curb so maybe he’d finally be with her? Yes, that was bad. Bad Willow. “If you ask, you’re totally going to blow it with her,” she advised plaintively. “Again.”
"Yeah," Xander said, crestfallen. He took a deep breath. "I guess if you're not interested, she'd probably consider physical violence. I mean, I saw the way she looked when we were...anyway. I thought for sure she'd go for it. Maybe not. She looked like maybe it'd be something she'd go for. Maybe not. I suck," he muttered. "I had this whole speech worked out and everything. Modeled partly on Bill Pullman's speech in Independence Day. That was a good speech."
Willow laughed. Leave it to Xander to turn an awkward moment into something to smile about. “Save the speech for your fantasies, Xan. Trust me on this one.” Willow felt better giving her friend what she knew was good advice. Cordy would skin him alive if she even knew they were having this conversation.
The bell rang and Willow turned to walk backward as she started for her next class. “But hey, look on the bright side. In your fantasies, you can mix and match…” she left him with a coy grin before turning again and hustling off to English.
Xander's eyes widened at what his friend had just said. Already she was leaving to go to English, and he couldn't help but feel like again there was something that had just happened he should've acted on but didn't. Maybe it was just his general sense of feeling like a moron. Yeah, that had to be it. Xander ran a hand through his hair and sighed as he turned to head to gym. Wonderful gym. The day was getting better and better. "It was a good speech," he muttered to himself.
* * *
Xander crossed his ankles as he lay in bed and watched the end of Goldfinger. Once again, Bond got the girl and saved the world. Pussy Galore, no less! She was a lesbian in the book, Xander had read on the internet. Which meant Bond was so masculine, he converted a lesbian!
And here Xander couldn't even get his girlfriend and best friend together again. Even after they'd gotten together, no less. That was just...downright embarrassing. It was, in fact, a James Bond marathon they'd been playing, and even the Roger Moore Bond left Xander in severe shame of his masculinity.
Roger Moore! Xander sighed miserably, and glanced at his clock. Well past midnight, and he still had school in the morning. He rolled his eyes. "Stupid Roger Moore," he muttered as he flipped off the TV.
Xander rolled over in bed and closed his eyes. He spoke, his voice raising several octaves to sound like a girl's voice. "Oh, no, Xander, we both were really into it the last time, but you're so lame we never want to do it again!" Xander snorted contemptuously. "Bill Pullman can kiss my ass, too," he muttered sleepily. "I got your independence day right here."
He yawned widely and finally settled into bed, deciding not to let Cordy and Willow get to him anymore. He had a hot girlfriend into the kinkier things, which was nice. Even if he couldn't get Willow--and a part of him really wanted her, no matter how much he ignored it--he'd settle for that. He took a deep breath, and finally drifted off to sleep.
He was...Harris. Xander Harris. He had a license to kill, and it was a license he used frequently and with great aplomb. He was on the trail of a missing scientist, kidnapped from the great science conference in Geneva by SMERSH. It was up to him to find her, and save her before her knowledge of biochemistry could be used in the wrong hands.
He was dressed--impeccably, of course--in an expensive black tuxedo, having come to the mansion of the notorious Contessa, one of SMERSH's top interrogators and assassins. Under the cover of being a rich industrialist, he'd managed an invitation to one of the Contessa's extravagant parties, and managed to slip away, into the basement floors where he believed the beautiful scientist was being kept.
Even now, hidden in the shadows of the expansive basement which seemed more like a dungeon the longer he was in it, he looked again at the scientist's picture. Long red hair framed an unassuming and attractive face, a pair of spectacles covering her eyes. She was beautiful in an unconventional way, and he'd been told the picture didn't do her justice. Perhaps, after he found her...
But that would come later. He held the silenced Walther in his hand and slipped the picture inside his jacket pocket, and moved further into the dungeon, eyes peeled for the newest threat.
Determined to free herself before the Countess came back to finish interrogating her, the scientist strained against her bonds. Muffled cries of exhaustion accompanied the effort as she attempted to twist and contort her body in such a way that she could slip free of the bindings. In her current position, her body was turned sideways and her back arched until her long red silky red hair nearly touched her ankles that were still strapped in the stiletto heels she was wearing when the goons abducted her from the conference. A short white lab coat barely covered the cocktail dress that rode up to the top of her thighs as she tested the limits of her flexibility.
Xander paused in the shadows of the dungeon, listening to the muffled and strained grunts of a soft, feminine voice. He held his Walther ready for action as he crept silently through the dungeon, using his years of experience to quietly move towards the sound that echoed off the stone walls. He pulled up short when he saw the scientist, bound and gagged, still in cocktail dress and lab coat, and he found he'd been well-informed: The pictures really didn't do her justice.
He shifted forward so he was in the light, a suave smile on his face as he approached carefully. He paused near her, arching an eyebrow. "Is this some sort of gag?" He deadpanned cooly.
“Mmmfh!” she jerked her head sideways, eyes wide and alert. It wasn’t until she saw the devastatingly handsome man, that she relaxed and returned to a standing position, her arms held over her head, shackled at the wrists. Breast heaving with relief, she tilted her head to try and straighten her cock-eyed glasses to get a better look at the man as he approached.
Approaching slowly, almost casually, Xander looked around the dungeon. "Dr. Willow, I presume?" He cocked his eyebrow, and his deep voice flowed along the stone walls. He couldn't help but smile as he said her full name. "Pussy Willow?" With that, he reached up and pulled the gag out of her mouth, still smiling suavely at the good doctor.
The scientist gave him a sultry smile in response. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, monsieur,” she drawled in a heavy French accent. She shifted her hips, her eyes lingering on his as she invited him to move closer. “And you are…?”
He took her invitation readily, stepping closer to the bound woman. "Harris," he answered, his voice deep and masculine. "Xander Harris. And I'm here to take you away from all this, doctor. I trust you won't mind terribly?" He holstered his gun and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her to him and helping to take some of the weight off her wrists still shackled. The laser in his watch would make quick work of those chains...when he was ready, of course.
Pussy Willow let out a soft moan as the pain biting into her writs suddenly dissipated. “Oh oui…” she said as she reflexively lifted her legs and locked them around his waist to take the remaining pressure off her arms. “Many pardons if I am too forward, Monsieur Harris, but it feels so good. How you say… such relief. My wrists…” she angled her head up to see the angry red marks beneath the iron shackles. “But please,” she squeezed her thighs with a sudden sense of urgency. “You must hurry. Before the Countess comes back.”
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that one," Xander cooed into her ear. "She's rather distracted by her party right now." He held onto her, his arm easily supporting the slight girl's weight. After all, he was a double-o agent, at the peak of physical fitness, and his stamina would know no bounds. "Nevertheless, I imagine there are more comfortable environs for us to...become better acquainted." Still holding her with one arm, he began to raise the watch up to the chains holding her, intending to cut her free.
“Oh oui!” she responded with an enthusiastic lilt in her voice. His hot breath tickled her ear and she was perfectly happy to allow him to be as close as he needed in order to free her. “I should like to properly thank you for my rescue,” she licked her lips, supple with strawberry scented lipstick. “However did you find me?”
"A simple matter of following the trail," Xander replied casually as he began to work on cutting through her shackles. "We knew you were taken from your lab in Paris, and we suspected the Countess herself. She is SMERSH's top interrogator, after all. After that, all it took was the proper cover, and we made our move during one of her many parties." Xander felt her thighs tighten on his waist, and he couldn't help but smile. "If you don't mind my saying so, you certainly are quite the lovely scientist. I trust you aren't too uncomfortable?"
“Cunning and thoughtful… I must say that British Secret Service has trained their agents well,” Willow replied as she looked at him through lush lashes. She shifted her hips, deliberately grinding against him. “Oh my, Monsieur Harris!” she let out a light squeal of delight. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you as happy to see me as I am you.”
Xander chuckled as the laser cut through the shackles finally, and he stood, holding her to him still with her legs locked around his waist. He held her so close, his lips brushed against hers as he spoke breathily. "I'll give you the opportunity to search me and find out. I must say I'm curious to see just how well you live up to your name."
“As am I,” the Countess emerged from the shadows, silver pistol trained on the back of the agent’s head. “And here I thought I would have to find out all by myself…” ruby red lips pulled into a wicked smirk. Raven locks spilled over bare shoulders and back, moving with her body as she stepped forward, hips rocking in a daring black satin mini dress featuring an open back and a plunging neckline that showcased magnificent breasts.
Willow released an audible “eep!” as she tightened her grip on the agent.
Xander straightened and held tight to the doctor. With the way he was holding onto Pussy Willow, there was no way for him to go for his gun. He turned his head slightly, looking back at the beautiful woman that now held them both in her grasp. "Ah, Countess," he said calmly, still every bit the suave secret agent. "I see you've taken a leave from your party. I trust your guests won't miss you? The good doctor and I were just about to share a toast together." He grinned. "Amongst other things."
“I always preferred the more intimate parties,” she tossed back easily as she continued to circle around the pair, carefully assessing the situation and plotting her next move.
When Countess Cordelia moved around to the side, Pussy Willow took the opportunity to slip her hand into the agent’s trousers to retrieve his gun. Wrapping her hand around the handle, she tried to ease it out without drawing attention to her movements, but it wouldn’t budge. And then she felt it pulse and she realized what she was handling.
The agent's eyes widened, brown eyes meeting her green. "Wrong...gun," he gasped out, even as her hand tightened on him. "But you do get an 'A' for effort." He swallowed hard and looked at the Countess, who didn't seem to have missed Willow's little move. "This isn't intimate enough for you?" He asked, trying hard to still sound cool.
“Oh yes… this will do quite nicely,” Cordelia moved closer until she had the barrel of the gun against his cheek and her lips at his ear. “You see… I invited Pussy Willow here to help me out with a little problem. And even though I’ve been a most gracious host, she simply refuses to cooperate.” Her other hand snaked out and grabbed the scientist’s chin roughly, blood red nails digging into porcelain cheeks as she twisted her face sideways look in the direction she gestured with the gun.
“You see, we’ve assembled the equipment according to her top secret design specifications, but she refuses show us how to activate it.” Fiery eyes blazed as she looked at the meek scientist who had thwarted every interrogation technique she’d tried so far. “The little minx neglected to include the key components in the blueprints so the thing is useless.”
Features suddenly softened and the Countess loosened her grip, cupping her neck and stroking her thumb along the curve of Willow’s jaw as she tilted her head up. “But now that I have you here to offer her some incentive… perhaps she’ll be more willing to play. What do you say Pussy…?”
Not knowing what the Countess would do, Willow froze, her hand still gripping Xander’s cock so as not to lose her precarious balance. As Cordelia laid out the scenario for the agent, Willow’s breathing sharpened and she began looking for a means to escape. It seemed a positively futile situation and she trembled when the woman turned a hungry gaze on her.
Xander swallowed hard, his face growing more determined. He turned his head slightly to look at the evil woman who held them in her grip. Well...figuratively speaking, given the fact that Pussy Willow most certainly had a more literal grip on him. "And she'll not say a thing more to you about it, either," Xander said, his voice brave, even though his eyes were light with lust now. Both women were so beautiful, and the hold Dr. Willow had on his cock was most distracting. He set his jaw firmly. "Do your worst, Countess," he said defiantly.
The Countess released a heavy sigh and took a step back. Eyeing the redhead, she shook her head. “First thing’s first… climb down off him so I can relieve him of his weapons.”
Willow shot back a stubborn look, releasing her grip and moving to his weapon in a smooth motion. But before she could draw it, a loud crack and unexpected sting on her ass caused her to lose her grip and she dropped away from the agent, stiletto heels clicking on the stone floor. “Ow!” she scowled, rubbing the tender spot on her backside.
The Countess let out a wicked laugh and raised the bullwhip that had somehow replaced her silver gun. “Strip,” she ordered the agent. “I don’t trust you not to have some hidden weapons in that fancy tuxedo or yours.”
Xander sneered slightly, and repressed the urge to curse at the Countess. Of course he had weapons hidden in the tuxedo, but as soon as they were away from him, he had nothing. Slowly, he began to do as she ordered, but she always stayed far enough away that he couldn't make a move. "You really are quite the predictable sort," he said. "If you wished to see me without my kit on, you merely needed to ask. A woman with your...qualifications certainly wouldn't get much argument." He stripped off his shirt, and that just left him in his trousers, which he began to slowly take off, trying to look for an escape.
Pussy Willow adjusted her glasses and backed up against the wall, eyes flicking back and forth between their captor and the half-naked man who would have been her savior.
Hips rocking seductively, the Countess slowly circled the agent like a lion tamer eyeing a wild beast. Her eyes settled on the pronounced bulge in his trousers and she licked her lips in anticipation of seeing his assets. When his fingers moved to his wristwatch, she cracked the whip, striping his chest with an angry red mark.
“Hold it right there, 007. I know that Q has equipped that watch with a miniature arsenal,” she smirked. “Yes… I’ve done my homework. Now, hands in the air, I’ll take it from here.”
Xander jumped at the crack of the whip, but strangely enough he felt no pain. What he did feel, however, was the strangely complete sense of arousal that had been awoken by the beautiful Pussy Willow, and just increased by the dangerous and stunning Countess Cordelia. With a sigh of resignation, Xander raised his hands in the air even while he shifted his hips, wondering if his erection was as obvious as it felt.
One glance at the flushed face of the lovely Dr. Willow told him it was, indeed. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage. "And just what do you plan on doing with us, Countess?"
Cordelia moved in, pressing her body against his as she reached up and removed the wristwatch and then the ring on his other hand. “Whatever I damn well please…” she answered, her hands running down his well-muscled torso before moving to his backside and squeezing hard until she could feel him grinding his cock into the flat plan of her abdomen. She turned her gaze on Pussy Willow and saw that she was enjoying the show. “Aww… are you feeling left out?”
“Uhm… oui,” the scientist bobbed her head in a nod, her breath coming in short pants.
“Well then,” the Countess answered, “You can come pleasure me while I make sure Agent Harris here isn’t packing anything other than his cock.” When the mousy scientists didn’t budge, she cracked her whip to emphasize her point. “I meant now. Get your sweet little pussy over here!”
Willow gasped as the whip grazed her breast and she rushed forward. “W-what do you want me to do?”
Cordelia smirked and turned a sinful gaze on Xander as she jerked the front of his pants open. “You tell her what to do to me. Think of it as your last meal… all your favorite things before you die.”
Xander swallowed hard and looked at the beautiful scientist and her equally beautiful captor. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and think a way out of this. But it seemed as if all the blood that should be feeding his brain cells was otherwise occupied.
"Touch her," Xander said quietly. "Her body, cup her breasts and...kiss her. Kiss her very passionately." Perhaps if he bided time playing the Countess' game he could work out a way out of this.
Yes, that's all it was.
Of course.
The Countess released a soft snicker. “So tame…and here I thought you might be one to be reckoned with. Keep your hands on your head,” she ordered, her own hand lingering on his cock a moment longer. “And I don’t mean this head…” she smirked before turning to Willow. “You heard him Pussy. Touch me…”
Eyes wide, Willow licked her lips, glancing at Xander for reassurance before she cupped the other woman’s breasts. They were so firm and when she pressed forward, her thumbs skimmed over her nipples, drawing them into peaks through the tight satin fabric of her dress.
“Mmmm… not bad,” Cordelia cooed in a seductive whisper as their lips came together. Both women angled their heads and deepened the kiss, tongues slipping over one another as their mouths opened hungrily. Finally, the Countess jerked back, eyes cloudy with the euphoric haze.
Xander's own eyes were wide and heavy with desire at watching what she was doing. "Willow, take...take her nipples in your mouth. Suck on them, bite them." He grinned wickedly. "I'd rather like to listen to the Countess moan." He'd show her just what he could think of!
Willow did as she was told, slipping the strapless dress down to expose the Countess’ creamy globes. Bending her head down, she licked one supple rose bud before suckling it between her lips and rolling it over her tongue.
Cordelia hissed and dropped her head back, half lidded gaze falling to Xander. She reached out and pulled him close, drawing him into a fiery kiss and when Willow’s teeth scraped over her the peaked nipple, Cordelia moaned into his mouth. One hand tangled in Willow’s hair urging her to continue while the other clutched at Xander’s thick dark curls as she kissed him harder.
Xander kept his hands on his head, but kissed her deeply, with every ounce of skill and fiery passion he possessed. Which was actually quite considerable if he said so himself. His tongue tangled with Cordelia's even as he glanced down to see Willow suckling and nipping on her nipple. When they needed air and Cordelia pulled from Xander's mouth, he said breathlessly, "Take her dress off, and lick your way down to her sweet pussy," He smiled wickedly at Cordelia and kissed her again, nipping at her lush bottom lip.
“Oui, monsieur!” Willow was eager to comply with the direction, marveling at the Countess’ body as she wiggled out of her slinky dress to reveal nothing but a holster at her thigh where her silver pistol was nestled.
Cordelia wanted to feel a man’s arms around her, so while Willow’s tongue traced a wet trail over her curves she made quick work of the remainder of Xander’s clothing until he stood naked before her. Confident that he wouldn’t be able to pull any tricks on her, she slowly dropped down to take his cock into her mouth while she lowered herself over Willow’s eager tongue.
Pussy Willow did indeed live up to her name as her tongue plunged deep inside the Countess’ core and lapped at her sweet juices. Gripping her gyrating hips, the scientist methodically worked her tongue over slick folds, teasing her nub by sucking it in short bursts before returning her attention to her molten core.
With each exquisite sensation, Willow drew another mewl from Cordy even her head bobbed over Xander’s cock, taking his full length in and out of her mouth in a tormenting rhythm. Each time Willow sucked her clit, Cordelia groaned and sucked Xander even harder.
Xander gasped sharply as every groan vibrated through his cock and made him shudder. He kept his hands on top of his head, but he stared down at the two women. Pussy Willow's eyes were hot with desire as she licked and sucked at Cordelia's sex, and the Countess stared up at him with dangerous, feline eyes as her red lips worked along the length of his erection. His body felt oversensitive, and his breathing quickened.
He looked down at the Countess and said to her, "Pull her hair. Pull her into you so she puts her tongue deep inside." He shuddered again, and took the chance to glance at Willow, and then his eyes flitted to the gun holstered on the Countess' thigh.
Willow’s eyes fixed on Xander’s and in that instant, she communicated what she needed. She needed him to distract the Countess enough so she could get that weapon. For her part, she did as the Agent commanded, diving even deeper inside, fucking Cordelia with her tongue.
Cordelia let out a shriek as she felt herself start to convulse as the first waves of orgasm hit her. Releasing Xander’s cock, she levered up and arched her back. Closing her eyes she devoured his mouth when it came over hers in a forceful, demanding kiss.
When she sensed that both the Countess and Secret Agent were too far gone to notice, Pussy Willow slipped out from under Cordelia. In her right hand she held Xander’s gun trained on his temple and in her left she held Cordelia’s trained on hers. A wicked smile curled the edge of her lips as she cocked both weapons simultaneously to get their attention.
Xander paused, his mouth still capturing Cordelia's as his eyes shot open and he glanced at Pussy Willow out of the corner of his eye. He pulled his lips from Cordelia's, feeling utterly needy and aroused, and shuddered as his wet cock was left in the open air. "My dear Pussy," Xander said calmly despite the aching desire he felt and the cold barrel of his own gun pressed against his temple. "When I looked at the Countess' gun, this wasn't quite the solution I had in mind."
TBC…