"Surge" (Part 2 of 2) - BtVS, f/f, NC-17
Title: "Surge"
Author: erimthar
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Anya/Lantana (ofc), Anya/Willow
Warnings: Femslash, and partial genderswap
Notes: Takes place sometime early in season 6. Not in continuity with my other stories. This is only in two parts because of LJ's inane post-size limit.
It was… too much. Much more than Anya had expected. The feeling of sliding deep into another woman's vagina was incredible enough, but… she could also feel everything from Lantana's perspective too. She felt herself being imapled on her own cock, at the same time she felt that same cock sinking into her lover.
Anya could hear Lantana whining softly with pleasure, her composure finally cracking. She gave Anya a crooked smile. "I never quite get used to this one, no matter how many times I demonstrate it," she said. "Your body feels so good, from both sides."
"Thanks," said Anya, her voice an embarrassing high-pitched squeak. She couldn't even remember the name of the planet she was on, at the moment.
Lantana rocked back and forth, side to side, up and down… now she was gasping for breath, sweat pouring down her body, as Anya's desperation joined with her own aching need for release.
A dozen times, Anya found her teeth chattering, her body on fire, tears of frustration soaking her cheeks as she hung there, so impossibly close to orgasm, but unable to take that tiny, last little step…
Lantana was visibly shaking now. "I'm gonna release the Love-Locks and let you come in a minute," she said in a trembling voice. "Let us both come, together. I… hfff… I hope that we can have a long and prosperous relationship… business relationship, you know… and I… oooh… I…"
Anya barely heard her through the pounding of her pulse in her ears, the squeaking of her sweat-soaked bare bottom and shoulders against the polished tabletop, the desperate banging of her sneaker-clad heels against the wood.
"Abjuro!" shouted a voice. Suddenly Lantana's body was gone, hurled off of Anya and off of the table onto the floor of the shop. "Anya, what's happening? Are you alright?"
It was Willow.
"Get away from her!" she shouted at Lantana, who was still sprawled out on the floor. "Stay down!"
"Staying down, ma'am," Lantana agreed.
Willow cast a spell at the demoness that would prevent her from getting up or moving around, but still allow her to talk.
Anya still squirmed and whimpered on the table… cock throbbing, balls aching… oh, please please please let me finish…
Willow was looking down at her in amazement. "You," she called to Lantana. "Release her from whatever spells or bindings you've got her under. Now."
Lantana sighed. "I'm sorry about this, ma'am," she called to Anya. "Release locks."
The two Love-Lock hoops simultaneously unlatched themselves and fell off Anya's thighs onto the tabletop with twin clunks.
Instantly, her brain erupted in flames of unbearable sensation as a volley of hot lava exploded out of her and hurled itself halfway across the store. Followed by another, and another, and another.
Anya couldn't even hear Willow's yelp of astonishment. She'd been coming for a good ten seconds before she could even find the breath to make a sound. And the spasms kept up long after she'd run clean out of ammunition.
Anya may have been too overwhelmed for vocals, but Lantana certainly wasn't. She was still wearing her Love Link earring, and it was still working admirably. Although muffled by her clenched teeth, and although Willow's spell kept her from kicking and writhing and spazzing as she undoubtedly wanted to, Lantana's screams of pleasure echoed through every corner of The Magic Box.
Then silence fell, broken only by the panting of two exhausted demon girls. One very confused witch glared back and forth between the two naked, sweat-soaked women.
"Would somebody please tell me what in the world is going on? Besides the... obvious, I mean? What's with the boy parts, Anya? Why were you having sex with a succubus?"
"Succubus!" said Anya between puffs. "That's what she is. It was right on the tip of my tongue..."
"Actually not yet," giggled Lantana from the floor. "But we can try that next time if you'd like."
Anya sighed and pulled off the Horn Ring, then made little hiccuping sounds of delight as her genitals pleasantly re-formed themselves into their more familiar feminine shape.
Willow watched this process with fascination, and a great deal of concern. "Anya, you know what succubi do, don't you? If you'd... squirted inside of her, she would have captured your soul in her womb, then taken it back to Hell to sell to the highest bidder."
Anya was finding it hard to stay awake. "If it was squirting she wanted, she shouldn't have put those Love-Locks on me. If she wanted my soul, she could have had it in about three seconds and been long gone."
Willow looked at Lantana. "Why would you do that?"
The succubus gave her an exasperated look. "Because she's beautiful and sexy and I wanted to fuck her," she said. "No offense, Miss Jenkins."
"None taken," giggled Anya.
"Demon girls need love too, you know."
"Tell it, sister." Anya, still flat on her back, thrust a fist into the air.
"Oh, I'm not believing this," Willow said, hands on her hips.
"I wouldn't have taken her soul," said Lantana. "It's not like I could have shown up in Hell with the soul of one of D'Hoffryn's former vengeance demons in my belly and tried to sell it. Not if I wanted to keep looking as pretty as I do. Besides, people without souls make lousy customers. You wouldn't think it, but love sells a lot more sex toys than animal lust does."
Willow rolled her eyes and sighed. "Look. If I let you go, will you just get out of here and not come back?"
"But we have to discuss payment plans and delivery schedules," Anya protested. "Willow, will you please let her get up?"
"Okay, okay." Willow threw her hands up in exasperation. She gestured at Lantana, who rose up gracefully from the floor and walked over to the table, where Anya was still lying in bliss.
"I think I love you," Anya said to her.
"I know, sweetie, but it's just the pheromones." Lantana took Anya's hand and gave it a squeeze. "There's a gland behind my vulva that gives off a musk when I'm aroused. It has kind of a strong effect on people. Male and female. Even straight women. I'm sorry. I can't help it. And it does help move product." She smiled.
"I can understand that," Anya agreed.
Willow shook her head. "I'm just gonna go over here and sit down." She did.
Anya finally sat up and let her bare legs dangle off the edge of the table. "I think I'm very interested in carrying your products," she said. "Can we set up a meeting to talk about specifics?"
"Certainly. Here's my card." Lantana handed her a purple business card with picture of a very colorful flower, and the words:
THE MAGICAL SURGE, LTD.
Only the best love magic
Life has to offer.
LANTANA SAMARHIS,
Licensed Representative
Anya sniffed it. "It smells like you," she said dreamily.
"Mmm hmm. When you want to contact me just sniff it, let yourself get a little bit aroused, and then say my name three times. I'll get right back to you. Okay?"
"I think I can do that."
"I'll leave my sample case with you. Feel free to try out anything you like... there are instructions with each piece. Maybe even let your very protective friend over there enjoy herself a bit." She glanced over at Willow, who was sitting with her head in her hand, staring darkly. "She needs it. Her aura is all kinds of messed up. I'll just pick up my clothes when I come back. Don't try to have them laundered. They need special care. Bye!"
She vanished in a flash of glittering golden light.
Anya lay back down on the table, feeling as if she could really use a nap.
"Are you okay?" It was Willow, standing over her with a concerned, and only slightly reproachful smile.
"Peachy," said Anya. "Never been better. Well, except for a few minutes ago. I do believe I ejaculated all over the floor of my shop."
"Yeah, you did," Willow assured her. "I think you got a couple of the walls, too. It was quite a fountain. How did it feel? I mean, good I know, but... what did it feel like?"
Anya thought a moment. "Ever have one of those super-intense orgasms where you squirt? It felt like that, only about a hundred times more intense because of all the delaying and denying, and the fact that I was feeling Lantana's girl-orgasm right on top of my boy-orgasm. Honestly, for the first five seconds or so after those hoops fell off, I wasn't sure whether I was going to live or die. And when it was finished, instead of More of that, please, it was more like Mission accomplished. Sleep now."
"Ah. So the sleep thing isn't just trying to avoid after-sex talk."
"Nope. Definite sleepiness, here."
"So. Um, I take it Xander doesn't know about this."
"Xander," said Anya evenly, "doesn't know anything except how to pound nails. And me. When he feels like using my body to masturbate with. Our relationship is pay by the hour right now."
Willow winced. "Well, I'm sorry I interrupted your little... thing. I was just afraid for you. Succubi are bad news."
"Willow?"
"Hmm?"
"Would you have sex with me?"
Willow knew she shouldn't be that surprised, under the circumstances, but she couldn't help widening her eyes a little.
"You know that can't happen, Anya."
"Why not? Am I too ugly?"
"Of course not. Believe me, there are no ugliness issues surrounding you whatsoever. But you know I'm with Tara."
"Oh. Um... would you and Tara have sex with me, then? I mean, it would be just like you having sex with each other except that, uh, I'd be in between you."
Willow couldn't help laughing, but she knew Anya wasn't in on the funny. "You're feeling really frustrated, aren't you?"
"Frustrated? Why should I be frustrated? Giving my cold little heart to a man who thinks of me as a fuck buddy, and everybody spends all their time laughing behind my back and saying Look, there goes that crazy demon lady. Let's all not marry her."
"You're just talking silly." Willow assured her. "I've known Xander all my life. I can tell for sure he really cares for you. He's never really had a girl-type relationship before that wasn't a disaster, so he may be a little cautious, but he'll come around."
Anya finally smiled a bit. "I'm not going to wait forever, you know."
"You shouldn't. Xander's a great guy, but even great guys need to get their shit together sooner or later."
Anya laughed.
Willow grinned at her. "And I promise, if Tara and I ever decide we're up for a threesome, you'll be the first one we call. Um, unless Liz Phair asks first. Which I don't think she will."
"It's a deal. But Willow... could you at least kiss me, before I fall asleep here? With everything we did, Lantana never got around to kissing me."
"Yeah, succubi aren't big on the cuddles and the smoochies. They're more into the thrusting and the grunting and the spurting of the bodily fluids."
"So kiss me? Just a kiss isn't cheating on Tara, is it? I mean, it's not as if you love me or anything."
Willow hesitated. "Well, you're lying there stark naked, glistening all over with sweat, your nipples are sticking out like a half an inch, and your downtown area is definitely showing visible signs of interest. I'm not sure I could even shake hands with you right now without feeling like I was cheating on Tara."
But Anya looked so sad.
Willow sighed. "Okay, okay. This is where Tara walks in out of nowhere and puts her hands up to her mouth and says, Willow, how could you? and runs out crying."
"I can almost guarantee that won't happen," Anya said helpfully. "I put the Closed sign in the door."
Willow lowered her face to Anya's, trying not to think (well, too hard, anyway) of how sexy she looked lying there.
She discovered that, for a former demon, Anya had nice soft lips, good to kiss. Tongue? thought Willow. Eh, why not?
She slid her way in past Anya's lips, and the two women let their tongues play out a little slow, swirly, flicky romance. It was nice. Really nice.
It came to Willow's attention that Anya was squirming a bit too much and breathing a bit too hard to be put entirely down to the kissing.
"Anya?"
"Hmmm?"
"...Are you masturbating?"
There was a long pause. "......No."
"You're not?" Willow gave her a skeptical smile.
"Uh, I guess I'll wait until after you leave."
"That would be best." Willow gave Anya's mouth a little parting kiss.
Anya sat up. "Well, I've got things to do, I guess. I have to mop up my semen before it stains... then masturbate while thinking about you and Tara... then shower and take a nice long nap... and I need to go through Lantana's samples and see what's there. Want to come over tomorrow and help me with that? I mean, just looking at them, not using them. Unless you want to. Because you know a lot more about sex magic than I do."
"Okay, we can do that," Willow agreed. "But only if you agree to go out with Tara and me later tonight so we can blow off some steam."
"I'm warning you, that might not be all I blow."
"I have vague memories of such things. Gaggy memories. Okay. See you tonight, then."
"Bye."
Willow left. Anya debated putting her clothes back on. Decided against it. She shook her head as she surveyed the sticky mess she'd made of her sales floor. Then she took out Lantana's business card and took a deep whiff. She closed her eyes and smiled, savoring the scent. Then, humming a little tune, she went in search of a mop.
Author: erimthar
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Anya/Lantana (ofc), Anya/Willow
Warnings: Femslash, and partial genderswap
Notes: Takes place sometime early in season 6. Not in continuity with my other stories. This is only in two parts because of LJ's inane post-size limit.
It was… too much. Much more than Anya had expected. The feeling of sliding deep into another woman's vagina was incredible enough, but… she could also feel everything from Lantana's perspective too. She felt herself being imapled on her own cock, at the same time she felt that same cock sinking into her lover.
Anya could hear Lantana whining softly with pleasure, her composure finally cracking. She gave Anya a crooked smile. "I never quite get used to this one, no matter how many times I demonstrate it," she said. "Your body feels so good, from both sides."
"Thanks," said Anya, her voice an embarrassing high-pitched squeak. She couldn't even remember the name of the planet she was on, at the moment.
Lantana rocked back and forth, side to side, up and down… now she was gasping for breath, sweat pouring down her body, as Anya's desperation joined with her own aching need for release.
A dozen times, Anya found her teeth chattering, her body on fire, tears of frustration soaking her cheeks as she hung there, so impossibly close to orgasm, but unable to take that tiny, last little step…
Lantana was visibly shaking now. "I'm gonna release the Love-Locks and let you come in a minute," she said in a trembling voice. "Let us both come, together. I… hfff… I hope that we can have a long and prosperous relationship… business relationship, you know… and I… oooh… I…"
Anya barely heard her through the pounding of her pulse in her ears, the squeaking of her sweat-soaked bare bottom and shoulders against the polished tabletop, the desperate banging of her sneaker-clad heels against the wood.
"Abjuro!" shouted a voice. Suddenly Lantana's body was gone, hurled off of Anya and off of the table onto the floor of the shop. "Anya, what's happening? Are you alright?"
It was Willow.
"Get away from her!" she shouted at Lantana, who was still sprawled out on the floor. "Stay down!"
"Staying down, ma'am," Lantana agreed.
Willow cast a spell at the demoness that would prevent her from getting up or moving around, but still allow her to talk.
Anya still squirmed and whimpered on the table… cock throbbing, balls aching… oh, please please please let me finish…
Willow was looking down at her in amazement. "You," she called to Lantana. "Release her from whatever spells or bindings you've got her under. Now."
Lantana sighed. "I'm sorry about this, ma'am," she called to Anya. "Release locks."
The two Love-Lock hoops simultaneously unlatched themselves and fell off Anya's thighs onto the tabletop with twin clunks.
Instantly, her brain erupted in flames of unbearable sensation as a volley of hot lava exploded out of her and hurled itself halfway across the store. Followed by another, and another, and another.
Anya couldn't even hear Willow's yelp of astonishment. She'd been coming for a good ten seconds before she could even find the breath to make a sound. And the spasms kept up long after she'd run clean out of ammunition.
Anya may have been too overwhelmed for vocals, but Lantana certainly wasn't. She was still wearing her Love Link earring, and it was still working admirably. Although muffled by her clenched teeth, and although Willow's spell kept her from kicking and writhing and spazzing as she undoubtedly wanted to, Lantana's screams of pleasure echoed through every corner of The Magic Box.
Then silence fell, broken only by the panting of two exhausted demon girls. One very confused witch glared back and forth between the two naked, sweat-soaked women.
"Would somebody please tell me what in the world is going on? Besides the... obvious, I mean? What's with the boy parts, Anya? Why were you having sex with a succubus?"
"Succubus!" said Anya between puffs. "That's what she is. It was right on the tip of my tongue..."
"Actually not yet," giggled Lantana from the floor. "But we can try that next time if you'd like."
Anya sighed and pulled off the Horn Ring, then made little hiccuping sounds of delight as her genitals pleasantly re-formed themselves into their more familiar feminine shape.
Willow watched this process with fascination, and a great deal of concern. "Anya, you know what succubi do, don't you? If you'd... squirted inside of her, she would have captured your soul in her womb, then taken it back to Hell to sell to the highest bidder."
Anya was finding it hard to stay awake. "If it was squirting she wanted, she shouldn't have put those Love-Locks on me. If she wanted my soul, she could have had it in about three seconds and been long gone."
Willow looked at Lantana. "Why would you do that?"
The succubus gave her an exasperated look. "Because she's beautiful and sexy and I wanted to fuck her," she said. "No offense, Miss Jenkins."
"None taken," giggled Anya.
"Demon girls need love too, you know."
"Tell it, sister." Anya, still flat on her back, thrust a fist into the air.
"Oh, I'm not believing this," Willow said, hands on her hips.
"I wouldn't have taken her soul," said Lantana. "It's not like I could have shown up in Hell with the soul of one of D'Hoffryn's former vengeance demons in my belly and tried to sell it. Not if I wanted to keep looking as pretty as I do. Besides, people without souls make lousy customers. You wouldn't think it, but love sells a lot more sex toys than animal lust does."
Willow rolled her eyes and sighed. "Look. If I let you go, will you just get out of here and not come back?"
"But we have to discuss payment plans and delivery schedules," Anya protested. "Willow, will you please let her get up?"
"Okay, okay." Willow threw her hands up in exasperation. She gestured at Lantana, who rose up gracefully from the floor and walked over to the table, where Anya was still lying in bliss.
"I think I love you," Anya said to her.
"I know, sweetie, but it's just the pheromones." Lantana took Anya's hand and gave it a squeeze. "There's a gland behind my vulva that gives off a musk when I'm aroused. It has kind of a strong effect on people. Male and female. Even straight women. I'm sorry. I can't help it. And it does help move product." She smiled.
"I can understand that," Anya agreed.
Willow shook her head. "I'm just gonna go over here and sit down." She did.
Anya finally sat up and let her bare legs dangle off the edge of the table. "I think I'm very interested in carrying your products," she said. "Can we set up a meeting to talk about specifics?"
"Certainly. Here's my card." Lantana handed her a purple business card with picture of a very colorful flower, and the words:
THE MAGICAL SURGE, LTD.
Only the best love magic
Life has to offer.
LANTANA SAMARHIS,
Licensed Representative
Anya sniffed it. "It smells like you," she said dreamily.
"Mmm hmm. When you want to contact me just sniff it, let yourself get a little bit aroused, and then say my name three times. I'll get right back to you. Okay?"
"I think I can do that."
"I'll leave my sample case with you. Feel free to try out anything you like... there are instructions with each piece. Maybe even let your very protective friend over there enjoy herself a bit." She glanced over at Willow, who was sitting with her head in her hand, staring darkly. "She needs it. Her aura is all kinds of messed up. I'll just pick up my clothes when I come back. Don't try to have them laundered. They need special care. Bye!"
She vanished in a flash of glittering golden light.
Anya lay back down on the table, feeling as if she could really use a nap.
"Are you okay?" It was Willow, standing over her with a concerned, and only slightly reproachful smile.
"Peachy," said Anya. "Never been better. Well, except for a few minutes ago. I do believe I ejaculated all over the floor of my shop."
"Yeah, you did," Willow assured her. "I think you got a couple of the walls, too. It was quite a fountain. How did it feel? I mean, good I know, but... what did it feel like?"
Anya thought a moment. "Ever have one of those super-intense orgasms where you squirt? It felt like that, only about a hundred times more intense because of all the delaying and denying, and the fact that I was feeling Lantana's girl-orgasm right on top of my boy-orgasm. Honestly, for the first five seconds or so after those hoops fell off, I wasn't sure whether I was going to live or die. And when it was finished, instead of More of that, please, it was more like Mission accomplished. Sleep now."
"Ah. So the sleep thing isn't just trying to avoid after-sex talk."
"Nope. Definite sleepiness, here."
"So. Um, I take it Xander doesn't know about this."
"Xander," said Anya evenly, "doesn't know anything except how to pound nails. And me. When he feels like using my body to masturbate with. Our relationship is pay by the hour right now."
Willow winced. "Well, I'm sorry I interrupted your little... thing. I was just afraid for you. Succubi are bad news."
"Willow?"
"Hmm?"
"Would you have sex with me?"
Willow knew she shouldn't be that surprised, under the circumstances, but she couldn't help widening her eyes a little.
"You know that can't happen, Anya."
"Why not? Am I too ugly?"
"Of course not. Believe me, there are no ugliness issues surrounding you whatsoever. But you know I'm with Tara."
"Oh. Um... would you and Tara have sex with me, then? I mean, it would be just like you having sex with each other except that, uh, I'd be in between you."
Willow couldn't help laughing, but she knew Anya wasn't in on the funny. "You're feeling really frustrated, aren't you?"
"Frustrated? Why should I be frustrated? Giving my cold little heart to a man who thinks of me as a fuck buddy, and everybody spends all their time laughing behind my back and saying Look, there goes that crazy demon lady. Let's all not marry her."
"You're just talking silly." Willow assured her. "I've known Xander all my life. I can tell for sure he really cares for you. He's never really had a girl-type relationship before that wasn't a disaster, so he may be a little cautious, but he'll come around."
Anya finally smiled a bit. "I'm not going to wait forever, you know."
"You shouldn't. Xander's a great guy, but even great guys need to get their shit together sooner or later."
Anya laughed.
Willow grinned at her. "And I promise, if Tara and I ever decide we're up for a threesome, you'll be the first one we call. Um, unless Liz Phair asks first. Which I don't think she will."
"It's a deal. But Willow... could you at least kiss me, before I fall asleep here? With everything we did, Lantana never got around to kissing me."
"Yeah, succubi aren't big on the cuddles and the smoochies. They're more into the thrusting and the grunting and the spurting of the bodily fluids."
"So kiss me? Just a kiss isn't cheating on Tara, is it? I mean, it's not as if you love me or anything."
Willow hesitated. "Well, you're lying there stark naked, glistening all over with sweat, your nipples are sticking out like a half an inch, and your downtown area is definitely showing visible signs of interest. I'm not sure I could even shake hands with you right now without feeling like I was cheating on Tara."
But Anya looked so sad.
Willow sighed. "Okay, okay. This is where Tara walks in out of nowhere and puts her hands up to her mouth and says, Willow, how could you? and runs out crying."
"I can almost guarantee that won't happen," Anya said helpfully. "I put the Closed sign in the door."
Willow lowered her face to Anya's, trying not to think (well, too hard, anyway) of how sexy she looked lying there.
She discovered that, for a former demon, Anya had nice soft lips, good to kiss. Tongue? thought Willow. Eh, why not?
She slid her way in past Anya's lips, and the two women let their tongues play out a little slow, swirly, flicky romance. It was nice. Really nice.
It came to Willow's attention that Anya was squirming a bit too much and breathing a bit too hard to be put entirely down to the kissing.
"Anya?"
"Hmmm?"
"...Are you masturbating?"
There was a long pause. "......No."
"You're not?" Willow gave her a skeptical smile.
"Uh, I guess I'll wait until after you leave."
"That would be best." Willow gave Anya's mouth a little parting kiss.
Anya sat up. "Well, I've got things to do, I guess. I have to mop up my semen before it stains... then masturbate while thinking about you and Tara... then shower and take a nice long nap... and I need to go through Lantana's samples and see what's there. Want to come over tomorrow and help me with that? I mean, just looking at them, not using them. Unless you want to. Because you know a lot more about sex magic than I do."
"Okay, we can do that," Willow agreed. "But only if you agree to go out with Tara and me later tonight so we can blow off some steam."
"I'm warning you, that might not be all I blow."
"I have vague memories of such things. Gaggy memories. Okay. See you tonight, then."
"Bye."
Willow left. Anya debated putting her clothes back on. Decided against it. She shook her head as she surveyed the sticky mess she'd made of her sales floor. Then she took out Lantana's business card and took a deep whiff. She closed her eyes and smiled, savoring the scent. Then, humming a little tune, she went in search of a mop.