Double Dares and Magical Mixups Chapter 4

[maryperk73703]

Spuffy moresome ficcy.  Spike and Buffy plus others.  Hmmm, interesting propisition there, Andrew!

Chapter 4

"What should we do now?" Andrew asked. He and Jonathan were standing outside the sex shop.

"How should I know?" Jonathan shrugged. "You're the one with the pet vampire who knows all the great places in town, man."

"Yes! Yes, I am!" Andrew replied proudly. He gave Angel a nudge. "Vampyre slave, we wish to do something exciting. Where is a place where we can show you off and find some adventure?"

"May I suggest, Master, that we go to the Rusty Beaver." Angel tried to throw himself at Andrew's feet, but he stopped when Andrew waved for him to continue standing.

"The Rusty Beaver? That's really the name?" Jonathan asked with a laugh. He had never noticed any establishment named that in Sunnydale.

"Oh, yes, Master's friend." Angel nodded vigorously. "It's a demon strip club outside of town. Humans can't find it unless they have magical power or are with a demon."

"Interesting," Andrew declared. "Any other places like that in town, slave?"

"There's Rack's, but he's really bad! You don't want to go there, Master," Angel said pleadingly. "I know this witch who let him suck up all her magic. It's bad! Really bad!"

"Settle down, slave." Andrew patted Angel's arm. "We'll go to the R.B."

"Thank you, Master. You're the greatest master in the entire world. I live to serve you."

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"Mr. Trickel, it's time for your daily enema."

Trick wondered which minion was stupid enough to not only disturb his sleep but to suggest such a disgustingly human thing. They all knew better than to bother him while he was resting. Maybe this was one of the newer ones. Trick opened his eyes, and he hissed at the female hovering near his bed. He noticed that she was dressed in hospital scrubs and had an IV pole with her. He hadn't realized that any nurses had been turned lately.

"Oh dear, you think you're a vampire again, don't you, Mr. Trickel." The woman patted Trick's hand. "You name is Clarence Trickel. You're eighty-nine years old, and you live in the Golden Moon Rest Home."

"What?" Trick croaked. He quickly glanced around the sun-filled room, and he knew he was no longer in Mayor Wilkin's limo in Sunnydale. "I demand to see Mayor Wilkin's right now."

The nurse sighed heavily before she said, "We've been over this and over this, Mr. Trickel. Mayor Wilkins of Sunnydale, California, died over a hundred years ago in a flu epidemic along with his wife."

"You lie," Trick rasped. His throat tickled him, and he started to cough.

The nurse patted Trick on the back. "I know it's hard to understand, but there's no such thing as vampires, sir. Now are you going to co-operate with me or do I need to call in Tyrel?"

Trick could see a huge, dark-skinned man hovering near the room's entrance. He shook his head, and he suffered through the indignity of having an enema at the hands of a stranger. He settled back in the bed, feeling old and tired, for the first time in many decades. He had always known that becoming a vampire was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Now he was convinced of it.

Trick waited and planned until it was dark. Then, he carefully climbed out of his bed, but what he hadn't counted on was that his aged, tired legs could no longer support his weight. Trick's legs buckled, and he felt something snap inside his body when he finally hit the floor. He called out weakly, but he didn't receive an answer.

Trick laid there on the cold floor with the feeling of helplessness and the loss of power washing over him. God, he hated being human again. This was all Wilkin's fault. When he got his hands on the nasty little politician, he was going to make him regret everything he had ever done in his life.

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Amy turned to go back into the high school, but movement off to her right caught her attention. She realized that a dark-haired girl was fighting with a demon, and the demon was losing. Amy ran over to them, and she shouted, "Don't kill it. I need it to tell me where the Rusty Beaver is." She had realized that the demon might have an idea where the Rusty Beaver was located.

"What?" Faith ducked a punch to stare at the other girl. <I>Rusty Beaver? What is this girl on?</I>

"A demon stole my new boyfriend to take to the Rusty Beaver," Amy explained hurriedly. "I need to know where it is."

Faith didn't take the time to think about the situation, there was an innocent at stake. She whirled around, grabbed the demon in a vulnerable spot, and twisted until it fell to its knees screaming. "Well, tell her what she wants to know before I get really mean."

"It's outside town on Route 17, about a mile past the ice skating palace," the demon squeaked. "Please let me go, Slayer. I'll be good."

"That's what they all say," Faith quipped. In one swift movement, she broke the creature's neck. She dropped the demon's body, brushed off her hands, and turned to Amy. With a raised eyebrow, Faith said, "So, you wanna tell me what's going on."

"Like I said, a demon kidnapped my new boyfriend Oz and his friend Xander." Amy dug her car keys out of her pocket.

Oz, <I>and Harris</I>? Crap, can't Xander keep himself out of trouble for one night? Buffy's gonna be so pissed off if he gets himself hurt." Faith grumbled. She knew it was up to her to rescue the boy. The other Slayer had a special evening planned with her girlfriends, and if there was something Faith didn't want to deal with it was an angry Buffy. "I'm going with you!"

"Great, you can be the brawn, and I'll be the power." Amy grinned at the darker-skinned girl. "But may I say, I'm never doing a spell for Xander again. He's like some negative influence or something." She remembered the botched Valentine's Day spell earlier in the year.

Faith smirked at Amy as she put her arm around the witch. "Why don't you tell me all about it on the way?"

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Andrew and Jonathan strolled into the Rusty Beaver strip club with Angel trailing behind them. The two nerdy boys surveyed the room, and when an extra big and ugly demon tried to approach them Angel growled menacingly. The two human boys found an empty table between the bar and the stage. They sat down, leaving Angel to take their orders.

"Get me a Fuzzy Navel, slave," Andrew commanded.

"A Fuzzy Navel? That's not the drink of a powerful overlord." Jonathan shook his head, and he rolled his eyes. "Get me a whiskey. On the rocks."

"I like sweet drinks," Andrew whined.

Jonathan rolled his eyes again. "This is your first drink, Andrew. How do you know what you like?"

"Right away, Master." Angel hurried to the bar to get the drinks. When he returned to the table the two teenagers were still bickering. He set the glasses down on the table, and he stood watching his Master's face.

"How'd you get old Angelus to act like that?"

Andrew turned to look towards the voice. He found himself staring at a wizened little creature that reminded him of Jabba the Hutt's little pet, Salacious Crumb. Andrew glanced at his slave before he replied mysteriously -- or what he thought sounded mysteriously --, "Magic."

"I'll give you $1,000 for an hour alone with him," the Crumb lookalike cackled with glee.

"I'll give you $2,000," a demon at the bar called out.

The bidding continued for a few minutes until a tall, smartly-dressed human sauntered over from the bar to hand Andrew a business card. "Name's Lindsey McDonald. I represent a very wealthy business man from Angelus' past. The amount of money he is willing to pay for an hour of your slave's time is written on the back."

Andrew turned the card over. His jaw dropped, and his eyes bulged at the number jotted down. He gasped at the amount of money someone was willing to pay for Angel's time... or maybe it was for his body.

Jonathan pulled the card from Andrew's lifeless fingers. His eyebrows shot up. "Is this for real?"

"Absolutely!" McDonald sniffed. "And the gentleman wishes for at least six hours alone with Angelus. Is that acceptable?"

Andrew nodded mutely. Six hours times two million dollars per hour equals twelve million. We're rich. "We're rich," he whispered aloud.

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God, I've dusted and gone to heaven

"I haven't had a taste of that gorgeous cock yet," Buffy cooed as she led Spike towards the blanket covered gym mats. "Lay down, baby, and let me take care of you."

Spike settled himself on his back with one arm behind his head. He watched through hooded eyes as his three gorgeous mates approached him. He thanked every deity he could think of for giving him the opportunity to have these beautiful, powerful women as his very own.

After Buffy situated herself between Spike's legs, Willow and Cordelia climbed in beside him. The bleached blond vampire moaned with pleasure as the Slayer's hot mouth closed around the head of his prick. He hadn't been on the receiving end of many blow jobs in his life since Dru had been more into her own pleasure than anyone else's. Spike closed his eyes, heaved a happy sigh, and enjoyed the feeling of warmth that surrounded him.

Willow and Cordelia pressed closer to the vampire's cool body while they watched their lover and friend suck his cock hard again. They had all practiced on dildos before, but there was something so much more satisfying about having the real thing between their lips. Both girls licked their lips as they thought about how good their male mate tasted.

"Kiss me, Red," Spike rasped out. He grabbed the back of Willow's head, and he pulled her lips to his own.

Cordelia, not wanting to be left out, attached her lips to where Buffy's bite marks marred Spike's neck. She inhaled a happy sigh when she felt a small feminine hand cup one of her breasts. Cordelia pulled away from the skin she was happily nibbling to glance down at Buffy. She was greeted by a cock-filled smirk and sparkling green eyes.

Buffy glanced at Willow for a few moments before her eyes darted back to Cordelia's face. She hoped that the dark-haired girl would understand what she wanted. She hummed in approval when Cordelia nodded slightly, and the blond Slayer took her attention back to Spike's cock.

"Wills, why don't you let Spike have a taste of that pretty little puss of yours?" Cordelia knew from experience how much the red-haired woman loved to have her pussy licked. "Face Buffy and me though. We want to watch him devour you."

Willow pulled away from Spike's mouth, and she nodded shyly. She carefully climbed around until she was kneeling with her clean-shaven slit hovering above the vampire's face. She let out a squeal when he pulled her the rest of the way down to his mouth.

Spike didn't want to wait to get his mouth on the delectable morsel hovering over his face. He wanted to know if his witch tasted of strawberries, like her scent implied she did. He tasted her entire quim, and he discovered she did taste as good as she smelled. He was a little surprised when Cordelia's fingers joined his tongue on Willow's clit, but he knew both the other girls wanted to watch. In fact, he could smell their arousal grow despite the fact that the organ in question was buried in the witch's drenched folds.

Spike felt Buffy crawl up his body, position his cock at her heated pussy entrance, and slide down until he filled her completely. He groaned at the feel of her tight, hot sheath gripping his shaft, and he attacked Willow's cunt with enthusiasm. He had no idea what the dark-haired woman was doing until he heard her husky whispering.

"Fuck, you two sluts look so good," Cordelia whispered. "Such naughty little bitches, smearing your juices all over our guy." Her fingers teased and nipped at her own clit before they slipped down her folds.

"I think he likes it," Buffy whimpered as she rode Spike's cock. "He feels so good inside me. Can't wait to see you fucking this hard prick, Cordy. I'm gonna come. I can't help it. It feels so good." She cried out in ecstasy, and she knew she'd never had an orgasm so fast before in her life.

Spike grunted in pleasure-pain when the Slayer's internal muscled tightened around his shaft. He came very close to coming himself, but he wanted to hold off. When he was done fucking his mates, he wanted to come all over them and rub his essence into their flesh. Spike wanted to mark them over and over until anyone that met them knew that they were his mates, his loves. He was surprised when Willow and Cordelia both had an orgasm in sync with Buffy.  They must have practiced that, he thought to himself while he lapped up the juices that had flowed from Willow's cunt.

Buffy lifted herself off of Spike, and she motioned to Willow to take her place. "You'll love it, Wills. He's so hard and he'll fill you right up to the brim. Come on, sweetie. Cordy and I want to see you ride our vampire until you come all over him. Then, we'll get to watch Cordy. I love you, Willow." She leaned in to give her red-haired friend a kiss.

Cordelia slipped into Willow's place, her cunt dripping from her orgasm, waiting for Spike's tongue to bring her back to bliss as well.