As Vampiresses Part Two By Anne Previously, on Buffy the Vampire Slayer... "Faith you killed my mom!" "You don't get it B, I don't care!" "No, *you* don’t get it. That was *my* nineteen years of pay back you just screwed up..." ******** By the time they got to the top of the stairs, Faith was virtually dragging Buffy along, pissed off by the fact they were having to walk anywhere at all. "Okay. Bed. You happy?" "Not yet..." Faith pounced on Buffy like a cat going in for the kill, knocking her backwards onto the bad and pinning her onto the bed. She hovered over her, grinding their hips together. "You gonna make me happy B?" Before she could reply, Faith leant into her, pushing their lips apart with her tongue, never letting up on the pressure between their thighs. "Hmmn" was all Buffy could say as Faith nibbled on her lip, pulling it gently. "How are you gonna make me happy?" Faith slid her hand over Buffy’s stomach, feeling the muscles tense and ripple underneath, until a hand collided with her shoulder, spinning her round, and she felt the weight of Buffy’s body on hers. "Make you happy? I'm going to make you happy the way I always do." Buffy’s voice was a husky whisper in Faith's ear, and her hand slid down the length of Faith's body, gently, knowing that her feather touch would be just enough to raise the slayer sense that was still lying in her skin. "I am going to make you happy by" she paused just long enough to nibble Faith's earlobe, "By making you cum harder than you ever have before." "You think you can B?" "I don't think I can *F*. I *know* I can." She swung her right hand up to Faith breast and rubbed her palm over the already hard nipple. "You know I can. So are you going to let me?" The hand squeezed tighter, rubbing Faith's nipple through the thin material of her top. Not waiting for a response, Buffy allowed her perfectly manicured nails to slice their way down the length of Faith's top, exposing the (as usual) bra-less breasts of her fellow ex slayer. She reached down and took a nipple into her mouth, and as she ran the tip of her tongue over it, teasing it beyond pleasure into excruciatingly fuck me agony, she felt her fangs coming out beyond her will, teeth sinking into the damn near perfect flesh, feeling Faith's body arch up to meet her at the first incision. "Mmmn, Faith." Faith loved it when Buffy said her name, felt herself becoming more an more turned on as her hips arched up, craving some kind of friction to ease the tension that was building up between her thighs. Buffy could feel the heat, so much hotter than normal for someone dead, and pulled herself away slightly. Buffy pulled herself up, allowing her fangs to scrape across Faith's stomach in the process, and with excruciating slowness undid the buttons one by one on Faith's jeans. It could only be a slayer, vampire or not, who could whip of those pants with precision timing and leave Faith exposed, legs slightly spread on the bed. She did not have to use her remaining slayer strength to push Faith's legs further apart. "So Faith, how do you want it?" Buffy loved this part. The bit where Faith was so worked up she was practically drooling. Actually, she was drooling a bit, but fangs take a little while to get used to. She loved doing this, driving Faith to the edge of her mind before giving her what she really wanted. Faith liked her sex like she did everything in her life, hard and fast, no thinking required. Much the same as Buffy, only Faith always came quicker. And especially after a good fight. From fist to fuck in forty-five seconds, like a well oiled machine. Very well oiled thought Buffy as she slid her hand between Faith's thighs. She could feel her fingers becoming wetter as she worked her hand up the inside of Faith's thigh, slipping her fingers over her, until she stroked past her clit with the lightest of touches. She felt Faith arch up for more contact, involuntary actions, as Buffy moved her hand in time to ensure the most minimal friction. God, she could be a bitch. She smiled to herself more than to Faith. "So what's the magic word?" "B. Please." "Oooh, the little vamps got it bad. How bad?" "Please. Buffy." "I don't know. Don't you think we should be taking it slow? I mean - ah, what the hell." Without warning she plunged her hand into Faith, feeling the skin give way and tear a little in the process as Faith arched her hips up to push the fingers in further. She pulled out her fingers a little and then rammed them in again, as she watched Faith bite on her lower lip, and grip the sheets with both hands. She vamped out with the pleasure, puncturing the skin where Buffy had scraped it earlier, her hips settling into Buffy’s thrusting. She looked down as she felt Buffy pushing faster, her thumb almost brushing her swollen clit but still not quite, Buffy making her work hard from the inside first. She could feel the pressure building up inside her and the beginnings of her orgasm as she began to clutch around Buffy’s fingers, and then began groaning as Buffy, finally, pushed the pad of her thumb hard against her, moving it quick circular motions with a pressure that was more akin to pain than pleasure, still rubbing hard when she felt Faith's body clutch at her hand, not stopping until her legs tried to clamp themselves shut. There was a thick sheen of sweat coating Faith's body, and Buffy leant forward to lazily take one of her nipples in her mouth, slowly pulling out her hand. "Was that good for you honey?" she said, flicking her tongue over the skin. "Hmmnnn." Faith smiled, as Buffy pulled herself up the length of her body, resting herself on her elbow, and lazily draping her leg over Faith's thighs. She leant forward and slowly licked the tiny little specks of blood from the puncture wounds on Faith's lip. She slipped her tongue deep into her mouth, and she ran its tip over the jaggedness of the teeth there, feeling them tug a little on the flesh as she did so. Faith kissed her back, slowly at first and then harder as she began to recover from what was a seriously good fucking. "You're like a fine wine B, just get better with age." "And just as drinkable," she said, rolling her head back slightly, still not entirely through with teasing Faith. "Oh deary me." Buffy shook her head with a smile, looking down their bodies. "What?" "Looks like I was a little *too* good with you. I've made you bleed." She smiled hungrily as she brought her fingers up to her mouth, and Faith watched with fascination as Buffy’s face vamped out as the smell of blood made its way into her nostrils. Buffy gently lapped at the pads of each finger in turn, carefully licking the bloody mixture off each one. Faith could smell her arousal from where she was lying and reached a hand down to between Buffy’s already parted legs. She was wetter than usual and becoming more so by the second, as with each flick of the tongue she took in more of Faith from her hands. Faith slipped her index finger gently inside Buffy, as she watched as Buffy slipped her own index finger deep into her mouth, the sliding in and out of Faith's fingers exactly mirroring her own. Buffy worked her tongue and lips around the finger, making sure she had every last bit, as her hips began to thrust against Faith's hand. She looked down at Faith, who was idly resting her head on her elbow watching the performance and slipping an extra finger inside her as the friction began to get less. Buffy could see she kept running her tongue over her teeth - a sure sign she was getting off on watching her, and as she slipped another finger into her mouth, she felt Faith's hands begin to speed up the rhythm against her hips. When she had licked the final bit off her hands by running her tongue against the sheen on her palm, she roughly grabbed Faith's head and pulled her only inches away from her face. "Want a taste, F?" she asked before pulling her in the rest of the way, and sliding her tongue roughly into the other vamp's mouth, working it round so Faith had no choice but to get a good taste of it. The taste of her own blood, now slightly saltier in its new cocktail form. Buffy pushed Faith by the shoulders, forcing her back onto the bed, straddling across her with Faith's fingers somehow still managing to keep the rhythm. As Buffy began to ride her hand harder their kisses became faster to match the tempo, until Faith felt Buffy orgasm tightly around her fingers and felt the dampness run down Buffy’s thighs and onto her own, as Buffy collapsed on top of her, body shaking and fangs lightly grazing the skin as her head slumped onto Faith's shoulder. ******** "Yo B," Faith called through the toothbrush as she started her post-coital shower. Always had a shower after sex, even now with Buffy. "Hmmnn" B was still lying on the bed, touching herself idly and reading on of Faith's magazines. "This place is dead. I've been thinking. How about we ditch that mother of yours and go find some action." "Action?" B propped herself up on her elbow, parting her legs just a little more to give Faith a good view of her fingers. "What kind of action?" "Well, lover," said Faith, pointing her toothbrush as she leant on the door frame. "I been thinking about paying a visit to a couple of old friends in Boston." "Oh, you're going to introduce me to all your friends." "Well, Sweetpea, I thought we could at least invite them over for dinner..." "Sounds like a plan. On one condition." "You name it B." "We visit some of my old friends on the way." "First stop LA?" "Oh yeah."