"The Little Death" - a BtVS Season Eight story, part 4 of 4
Neither Buffy or Kennedy were too sure about this plan.
“Willow,” Kennedy said, clearly holding her temper in check with effort, “I’m a one-chakra girl. And that chakra belongs to you.”
“Kenny, I know how you feel, but this is just gonna be going through the motions, okay? No nummy tongue stuff or fingers anywhere below the belt. Buffy doesn’t even have to pull her pants down. She just lifts up her shirt and you do your nice thing on her belly. Believe me, for all mystical purposes, manipulation of the sacral chakra registers as sex. It’s two Slayers doin’ the deed together. Amy won’t know the difference.”
“You know, I’m sitting right here, Will,” called Buffy from the bed. “Believe me, Ken, this ooks me out as much as it does you. But don’t worry. My button fly doesn’t unbutton for just any sexy Slayer. You and my chakra are going to have a meaningless one night stand, possibly followed by cigarettes and the last few minutes of the Letterman show. And that’s it.”
“Well, good to have that cleared up,” breezed Willow. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go act as a conduit for inter-planar magic so Satsu doesn’t, you know, die. I’ll be unconscious for a while afterwards, but I haven’t forgotten my promise, Kenny, and I will be awake in time to keep it. Okay? Bye!” And she was gone.
Buffy looked at Kennedy curiously. “What promise?”
“None of your business,” grumbled Kennedy. “Pull up your shirt.”
Buffy did so. “You know, Kennedy, there’s really no reason we have to be so short with each other. We both have strong personalities, I know, but… eeek! Oh, God, that tickles!”
Kennedy glowered.
* * * * *
Amy was really enjoying this one. As she rode the Little Death she could feel something extra spicy going on between Buffy and Satsu. It felt different this time. There was a delicious note of conflict creeping in with the usual diet of pleasure. Were they having some kind of make-up sex?
She giggled and squirmed and pounded her fists desperately against her bare thighs as she came again and again and again. This was the best thing ever.
Time to broadcast another mass-climax to all those sorry bitches out there in Slayerette Land. After a few more of those, they’ll be reduced to waiting for the next one like a junkie waiting for her dealer. No more pleasure… no more anger… no more love… except when I choose to give it to them. And then, just like that, I’ll take it all away forever…
“You know what pisses me off, Amy? People who steal my own love from me and then use it as a weapon to rape my friends with. Yeah, I gotta say that’s pretty high up there on the piss-off list.”
Amy looked up, astonished. “You’re not here!” she yelled, pointing at Satsu accusingly. “This castle is secured with a geomantic lock that extends to the fucking core of the earth. Even Willow’s craft couldn’t punch through it. No mortal magic could.”
A heavily armed Satsu stood in the doorway of Amy’s room, twenty feet away. “Pffft,” she scoffed. “Mortal magic. Is that the best you can do?”
“But you’re with Buffy… I can feel you with her right now!”
“Doesn’t it suck when reality lets you down?”
Panic welled up in Amy. She couldn’t stop what she was doing without nasty, perhaps fatal consequences. And she was certainly in no position to cast killing spells. Sexual climaxes, no matter how perverse their source, were songs of life - Light Magic. Amy couldn’t even focus on the words of any Dark spells just now.
Time for the last resort, then. She reached up and quickly pulled off both her pearl earrings, and threw them down hard on the stone floor in front of Satsu, who had started stalking slowly toward her.
There was loud crack and most of the air was sucked out of the room. Satsu found herself confronting two very muscular, very angry twelve-foot-tall demons.
She quickly assessed the situation… standard red-skinned, horned, medieval woodcut types, which usually meant they were more for show than utility. Predictable attack modes consisting mainly of clumsy downward slams that were simple to avoid, as Satsu was now doing. Whoever owned this castle was going to be pissed off at the damage being done to his expensive slate floor.
Satsu ricocheted off a wall and threw herself directly into the chest of one demon. It staggered backwards. Yep. Lousy balance.
She feinted around them, noticing how they kept interfering with each other, bumping against one another and blocking each other’s openings. No sense of teamwork. Can’t get out of each other’s way.
And they have tails. Perfect.
So it was simple, then.
Satsu darted right between the legs of the bigger demon, easily ducking its clumsy punch. She grabbed hold of the end of its tail and used it to swing right up between the beast’s shoulderblades. She wrapped her legs around its shoulders, drew both her blades crosswise around its neck, and opened up both of its jugular veins.
As the dying creature flailed about, Satsu pulled her swords back and slammed them straight down into the demon’s back, behind its shoulderblades. Using them as handles, she kicked her legs straight out and jerked the creature’s body sideways, hard. Its flailing arms slammed right into the other demon, knocking it off balance.
Pulling out her swords, Satsu slid right down the dying demon’s back and yanked its ankles out from under it. It pitched forward onto its partner, which was still trying to regain its balance.
Pinned momentarily under the body of its bigger companion, the other demon didn’t even have time to register what was happening as Satsu leaped twenty feet right onto its chest, and plunged a sword into each of its eyes.
Time elapsed… maybe twenty seconds? Not too bad. Could do better, Satsu told herself, wiping demon guts off her blades.
She took a leisurely stroll over to where Amy still squatted, naked and pathetic, astride that stupid thing. The witch looked up at her in terror.
“All finished?” Satsu asked her. Planting a boot in the middle of Amy’s chest, Satsu pushed her backwards off the now-dormant statuette.
Picking the disgusting wet thing up off the floor, Satsu stepped over to where Amy lay splayed on her back, looking up and trembling in fear. She held the carving up in both hands for Amy to see, then brought it down hard against her knee, splintering it in half.
Satsu tossed the broken pieces down at Amy, then put her swords across the witch’s throat as she lay there. But Amy seemed much more horrified at the broken pieces of the carving, staring at them and mouthing “no…. no…. no…” without making any sound.
“I’m a Slayer, not a killer,” Satsu told her, “and slaughtering girls when they can’t defend themselves is kind of your department. You get to live for now, Amy. Lucky day. But if you want living to be a good thing for you instead of a very bad thing, you’d better remember this little bit of love advice… get your own. And stay away from mine.”
Then Satsu turned around and walked back out into the corridor, where the pan-dimensional portal opened by Willow’s patron still waited for her. It closed as she stepped through, and somewhere Willow was finally allowed the blessed relief of unconsciousness.
Amy lay there on the floor, too numb now to even fear what was about to happen, when the wayward magic, no longer regulated by the Ligos Thanatos, rebounded back into her.
As a horny teenager, repressed by her obsessive sociopath mother, Amy had often wondered, during her feverish midnight sessions making love to herself underneath the covers, what it might feel like to have 1,800 orgasms all at once - just to pull a number out of the air at random. Would it feel 1,800 times better than one climax?
And now, she found out.
It didn’t.
* * * * *
Rowena arrived back two days later, looking very much better than she had when she’d left. Leah wasted no time cornering her. “Here, Ro,” she said, “Where were you when we all blew our gaskets? Out dancing in a club? Riding on the train?”
Ro blushed. “I was in the shower,” she said sheepishly. “Good thing, too.”
Leah snorted and punched Rowena in the shoulder, disappointed in the lack of juicy public embarrassment.
Willow kept her promise to Kennedy and wore the poor girl out (not easy to do), despite having to listen to constant bitching about Buffy and her sacral chakra. (“She giggled the whole time! What kind of a leader giggles that much?”)
In another room not far away, Buffy finally began kissing and licking her slow way up Satsu’s sleek belly, giving her lover the chance to catch her breath and uncurl her toes for the first time in a long, lovely while.
I’m getting away with something here, aren’t I? Satsu thought to herself. I didn’t know it would be this good. Didn’t think it’d be allowed.
A kiss, and a swirl of sweet-smelling blonde hair, finally announced Buffy’s arrival. “Was that okay?” she asked softly.
Satsu couldn’t help laughing at the silliness of the question. Buffy looked concerned at that reaction. “Hey, I’m still new at this, you know,” she protested. “Strictly on-the-job learning going on here.”
“Buffy… do you really have no idea how much of a turn-on your inexperience is? All it does is remind me that I’m the only woman you’ve ever been with like this. It makes me feel so special.”
She leaned up and kissed Buffy on the tip of her nose. “And your on-the-job learning? Definitely gold-star material.”
Buffy sighed with contentment and snuggled up alongside Satsu, nuzzling her neck so she could feel her pulse beating under her soft skin.
Satsu smiled through the sleepy haze of her afterglow. “What did I ever do to deserve you, Buffy-chan?”
“It was never about deserving,” Buffy replied quietly. “I’m not something anybody deserves… wait, that didn’t come out right…”
“No, it didn’t,” Satsu agreed with a laugh.
“But I’ve gotta tell you, girl… fighting demons and witches to defend our love: that was some serious melty-heart stuff, right there.”
Lying there blissfully in her lover’s arms, Satsu silently began counting in her head. I give her ten seconds, tops, she thought. One… two… three… four…
“So… the tactics you used against those demons. Did you… mmmfff!”
Satsu’s tongue made it inconvenient for Buffy to finish the question. She soon found she didn’t care so much.
Somewhere in another dimension, a pair of silvery eyes gazed down on two Slayers, lying in each other’s arms in a small room underground. So beautiful, and so deadly. I shall need you soon, both of you. Soon.
“Willow,” Kennedy said, clearly holding her temper in check with effort, “I’m a one-chakra girl. And that chakra belongs to you.”
“Kenny, I know how you feel, but this is just gonna be going through the motions, okay? No nummy tongue stuff or fingers anywhere below the belt. Buffy doesn’t even have to pull her pants down. She just lifts up her shirt and you do your nice thing on her belly. Believe me, for all mystical purposes, manipulation of the sacral chakra registers as sex. It’s two Slayers doin’ the deed together. Amy won’t know the difference.”
“You know, I’m sitting right here, Will,” called Buffy from the bed. “Believe me, Ken, this ooks me out as much as it does you. But don’t worry. My button fly doesn’t unbutton for just any sexy Slayer. You and my chakra are going to have a meaningless one night stand, possibly followed by cigarettes and the last few minutes of the Letterman show. And that’s it.”
“Well, good to have that cleared up,” breezed Willow. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go act as a conduit for inter-planar magic so Satsu doesn’t, you know, die. I’ll be unconscious for a while afterwards, but I haven’t forgotten my promise, Kenny, and I will be awake in time to keep it. Okay? Bye!” And she was gone.
Buffy looked at Kennedy curiously. “What promise?”
“None of your business,” grumbled Kennedy. “Pull up your shirt.”
Buffy did so. “You know, Kennedy, there’s really no reason we have to be so short with each other. We both have strong personalities, I know, but… eeek! Oh, God, that tickles!”
Kennedy glowered.
* * * * *
Amy was really enjoying this one. As she rode the Little Death she could feel something extra spicy going on between Buffy and Satsu. It felt different this time. There was a delicious note of conflict creeping in with the usual diet of pleasure. Were they having some kind of make-up sex?
She giggled and squirmed and pounded her fists desperately against her bare thighs as she came again and again and again. This was the best thing ever.
Time to broadcast another mass-climax to all those sorry bitches out there in Slayerette Land. After a few more of those, they’ll be reduced to waiting for the next one like a junkie waiting for her dealer. No more pleasure… no more anger… no more love… except when I choose to give it to them. And then, just like that, I’ll take it all away forever…
“You know what pisses me off, Amy? People who steal my own love from me and then use it as a weapon to rape my friends with. Yeah, I gotta say that’s pretty high up there on the piss-off list.”
Amy looked up, astonished. “You’re not here!” she yelled, pointing at Satsu accusingly. “This castle is secured with a geomantic lock that extends to the fucking core of the earth. Even Willow’s craft couldn’t punch through it. No mortal magic could.”
A heavily armed Satsu stood in the doorway of Amy’s room, twenty feet away. “Pffft,” she scoffed. “Mortal magic. Is that the best you can do?”
“But you’re with Buffy… I can feel you with her right now!”
“Doesn’t it suck when reality lets you down?”
Panic welled up in Amy. She couldn’t stop what she was doing without nasty, perhaps fatal consequences. And she was certainly in no position to cast killing spells. Sexual climaxes, no matter how perverse their source, were songs of life - Light Magic. Amy couldn’t even focus on the words of any Dark spells just now.
Time for the last resort, then. She reached up and quickly pulled off both her pearl earrings, and threw them down hard on the stone floor in front of Satsu, who had started stalking slowly toward her.
There was loud crack and most of the air was sucked out of the room. Satsu found herself confronting two very muscular, very angry twelve-foot-tall demons.
She quickly assessed the situation… standard red-skinned, horned, medieval woodcut types, which usually meant they were more for show than utility. Predictable attack modes consisting mainly of clumsy downward slams that were simple to avoid, as Satsu was now doing. Whoever owned this castle was going to be pissed off at the damage being done to his expensive slate floor.
Satsu ricocheted off a wall and threw herself directly into the chest of one demon. It staggered backwards. Yep. Lousy balance.
She feinted around them, noticing how they kept interfering with each other, bumping against one another and blocking each other’s openings. No sense of teamwork. Can’t get out of each other’s way.
And they have tails. Perfect.
So it was simple, then.
Satsu darted right between the legs of the bigger demon, easily ducking its clumsy punch. She grabbed hold of the end of its tail and used it to swing right up between the beast’s shoulderblades. She wrapped her legs around its shoulders, drew both her blades crosswise around its neck, and opened up both of its jugular veins.
As the dying creature flailed about, Satsu pulled her swords back and slammed them straight down into the demon’s back, behind its shoulderblades. Using them as handles, she kicked her legs straight out and jerked the creature’s body sideways, hard. Its flailing arms slammed right into the other demon, knocking it off balance.
Pulling out her swords, Satsu slid right down the dying demon’s back and yanked its ankles out from under it. It pitched forward onto its partner, which was still trying to regain its balance.
Pinned momentarily under the body of its bigger companion, the other demon didn’t even have time to register what was happening as Satsu leaped twenty feet right onto its chest, and plunged a sword into each of its eyes.
Time elapsed… maybe twenty seconds? Not too bad. Could do better, Satsu told herself, wiping demon guts off her blades.
She took a leisurely stroll over to where Amy still squatted, naked and pathetic, astride that stupid thing. The witch looked up at her in terror.
“All finished?” Satsu asked her. Planting a boot in the middle of Amy’s chest, Satsu pushed her backwards off the now-dormant statuette.
Picking the disgusting wet thing up off the floor, Satsu stepped over to where Amy lay splayed on her back, looking up and trembling in fear. She held the carving up in both hands for Amy to see, then brought it down hard against her knee, splintering it in half.
Satsu tossed the broken pieces down at Amy, then put her swords across the witch’s throat as she lay there. But Amy seemed much more horrified at the broken pieces of the carving, staring at them and mouthing “no…. no…. no…” without making any sound.
“I’m a Slayer, not a killer,” Satsu told her, “and slaughtering girls when they can’t defend themselves is kind of your department. You get to live for now, Amy. Lucky day. But if you want living to be a good thing for you instead of a very bad thing, you’d better remember this little bit of love advice… get your own. And stay away from mine.”
Then Satsu turned around and walked back out into the corridor, where the pan-dimensional portal opened by Willow’s patron still waited for her. It closed as she stepped through, and somewhere Willow was finally allowed the blessed relief of unconsciousness.
Amy lay there on the floor, too numb now to even fear what was about to happen, when the wayward magic, no longer regulated by the Ligos Thanatos, rebounded back into her.
As a horny teenager, repressed by her obsessive sociopath mother, Amy had often wondered, during her feverish midnight sessions making love to herself underneath the covers, what it might feel like to have 1,800 orgasms all at once - just to pull a number out of the air at random. Would it feel 1,800 times better than one climax?
And now, she found out.
It didn’t.
* * * * *
Rowena arrived back two days later, looking very much better than she had when she’d left. Leah wasted no time cornering her. “Here, Ro,” she said, “Where were you when we all blew our gaskets? Out dancing in a club? Riding on the train?”
Ro blushed. “I was in the shower,” she said sheepishly. “Good thing, too.”
Leah snorted and punched Rowena in the shoulder, disappointed in the lack of juicy public embarrassment.
Willow kept her promise to Kennedy and wore the poor girl out (not easy to do), despite having to listen to constant bitching about Buffy and her sacral chakra. (“She giggled the whole time! What kind of a leader giggles that much?”)
In another room not far away, Buffy finally began kissing and licking her slow way up Satsu’s sleek belly, giving her lover the chance to catch her breath and uncurl her toes for the first time in a long, lovely while.
I’m getting away with something here, aren’t I? Satsu thought to herself. I didn’t know it would be this good. Didn’t think it’d be allowed.
A kiss, and a swirl of sweet-smelling blonde hair, finally announced Buffy’s arrival. “Was that okay?” she asked softly.
Satsu couldn’t help laughing at the silliness of the question. Buffy looked concerned at that reaction. “Hey, I’m still new at this, you know,” she protested. “Strictly on-the-job learning going on here.”
“Buffy… do you really have no idea how much of a turn-on your inexperience is? All it does is remind me that I’m the only woman you’ve ever been with like this. It makes me feel so special.”
She leaned up and kissed Buffy on the tip of her nose. “And your on-the-job learning? Definitely gold-star material.”
Buffy sighed with contentment and snuggled up alongside Satsu, nuzzling her neck so she could feel her pulse beating under her soft skin.
Satsu smiled through the sleepy haze of her afterglow. “What did I ever do to deserve you, Buffy-chan?”
“It was never about deserving,” Buffy replied quietly. “I’m not something anybody deserves… wait, that didn’t come out right…”
“No, it didn’t,” Satsu agreed with a laugh.
“But I’ve gotta tell you, girl… fighting demons and witches to defend our love: that was some serious melty-heart stuff, right there.”
Lying there blissfully in her lover’s arms, Satsu silently began counting in her head. I give her ten seconds, tops, she thought. One… two… three… four…
“So… the tactics you used against those demons. Did you… mmmfff!”
Satsu’s tongue made it inconvenient for Buffy to finish the question. She soon found she didn’t care so much.
Somewhere in another dimension, a pair of silvery eyes gazed down on two Slayers, lying in each other’s arms in a small room underground. So beautiful, and so deadly. I shall need you soon, both of you. Soon.