Chapter 2 - Ritual


 In the dream, there was a lightning storm and Willow was running barefoot through the forest. Twigs and branches snapped underfoot as she ran. From behind she could hear the grunting of the massive beast and the occasional tree getting ripped to pieces as he smashed through them in pursuit. 

 Willow wasn’t sure where she was running, but she was naked and cold. Then the trees disappeared instantly all around her and there was a cabin at the crest of the hill. Willow ran up towards it and entered. 

 Markus welcomed her inside, and with him were Francesca and Buffy. “Something wrong?” he asked her. 

“He’s coming!” Willow warned. 

 Something slammed against the door. It rattled in the frame. Willow got away from it and pressed her back against Markus’ chest, shaking. “You have to stop it.”

“Willow!” she could hear from the other side. “Will, open up!!”

 The voice was unmistakably Xander’s. Willow relaxed in an instant and rushed to open the door. The moment her hand pressed down on the handle, a gigantic paw fell over it. Willow could feel the chill going down her spine. 

 Hovering over her where Markus had been was a towering werewolf whose snout drooled down her shoulder. “Where are you going, little girl?” it asked. 

“Wi-” 

 Willow awoke in her bedroom. The nightmare stayed with her for a few more seconds, then dissipated into nothingness as the morning’s cool rays fell over her naked body. She wasn’t sure why, but her nipples were hard and she was wet. 

 It had been a day since she last spent the night with Xander, days now since she saw Markus and Francesca, and over a week since they all last saw Buffy. No doubt Buffy would’ve been furious to know Willow and the others had been seeing each other in the meantime. But really, there wasn’t much issue with it. Willow felt no different about Markus and Francesca now than she did that first day after the ritual concluded. And while her feelings towards Buffy and Xander were different, she did not see the harm in it. 

 Though I guess all of this will be over soon, huh? she thought glumly. A part of her wished Buffy didn’t want it that way. Markus and Francesca were capable, smart, and talented. They were also hot. Why couldn’t they just join in and be a part of the Scooby Gang, or perhaps an extension of it further away? 

 Markus had nailed it the last time they saw each other: “Your friend is intimidated by us. I don’t think she’s very fond of mages.” 

 Willow thought the same. Buffy was just so used to being the boss calling the shots. Sure, she listened to what she and Xander had to say. But at the end of the day, there was nothing they could do to stand against her. But Markus may have. The more time Willow spent with him, the fonder she became of his calculated way of thinking and relaxed demeanor. He was the type of leader that people responded to naturally because his mere presence indicated him as the one they should follow, whereas Buffy was the box of surprises that always punished any person that underestimated her. It wasn’t surprising that Markus’ priestlike demeanor did not rub well against feisty slayer like Buffy.

 Soon enough, they might not even remember that any of this ever happened. Markus and Buffy were talking over the final preparations for the ritual, and Buffy was in favor of giving everybody a clean slate. They would write down a record of what happened so that it wasn’t just a gap in their memory; but there would be no recollection of the fucking, the intense lust, or the romance that existed now. 

 Willow wished they could at least do it all together one last time. But Buffy would not want that. The mere thought of being at the whim of both Buffy and Markus at once made her feel so hot that it left her breathless. 

 As she lay in bed, Willow thought about that big black cock and pink lips of Buffy’s pussy and was about to touch herself when the phone rang. Xander? “Hello?”

“Can I come up?” he asked her. “It’s important.” 

 Willow jumped out of bed and put on some house clothes, then went downstairs to get the door. Xander stood before her, looking somewhat disheveled. “What happened to you?” 

 He grinned. “Busy night.” 

 He kissed her as if it were the most casual gesture in the world, but his tongue went down her throat and held her in place for a good five minutes while his hands explored her ass. Willow realized the door to the house remained opened and reddened as she saw one of the neighbors peering towards them. She slammed it shut and led him to her room. 

“Will, listen,” Xander started. “It’s about Buffy. And this whole thing. It feels wrong.” 

“There’s not much to do about it now…” 

 Xander turned away from her and glanced out the window. “I went to see Markus last night. To talk to him.” 

 And you didn’t take me? was her instant, indignant reaction. Over the phone, he said he was going to go to sleep. “I thought you weren’t feeling well.”

“I wasn’t. I barely slept. Then he called me late at night and said he was coming towards town.” 

“Here?” Thinking that he was around made her shudder and bite her lip. But something about it also gave her a bad feeling. “Why would he come all the way here? I thought we were going to go out to some cave Buffy found.”

 Xander furrowed his brows and gave her a long look. “Right. You’re right. Well, he just had some thoughts he wanted to share with me. And I think you should hear him out too.” 

“I’m not sure I understand…” 

 Xander padded over to her and cupped her chin. “I think you do, Will. Come on. He’s waiting for us.” 



 The blinds were drawn in the hotel room. Willow could see a little light escaping around the frame, but it was otherwise only lit by the candles near the bed stand. Markus lay in bed when they walked in. He put aside the book he was reading and stood up to greet them. He was wearing a black turtleneck that hugged his muscular torso and a pair of cream pants that helped outline the big black cock Willow glanced at instantly.

“Willow,” he said as he embraced her. “I’ve missed you dearly.”

 The feel and smell of him was too much. Willow instantly made a grab for his dick and tugged at the hard shaft through his pants. “I missed you too.” 

 Xander noticed them and chuckled as he jumped in bed. “Look at you two. Surprised you’d want more after last time.” 

 Willow remembered vividly how Markus put her on his dick and made her ride his cock till her pussy hurt so much from being stretched that she cried. But he held her steadily by the waist and guided her through with his cool voice and penetrating eyes till Willow pushed through the pain, reshaped herself after his strong cock, and then had the strongest orgasm of her life. Markus held her tightly as she came and Willow had fallen asleep nuzzling against his chest.

 It was one of the many memories gained over the last week that was so wonderful it hurt just to think about erasing it forever. Even if she did not remember it, someone should have. I can’t just let all of this go, can I?

 Markus seemed to have read her mind. “You’re sad.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand tenderly as she nodded her head. 

 He led her over to the bed and put her between him and Xander. Now both men were moving their hands lovingly across her body as Willow kissed one and then the other. One was her charming best friend. The other a powerful and fatherly mage. How could one choose? That seemed too cruel. A girl needed both of them inside. 

“Xander tells me you’re having second thoughts about everything,” Markus said. “About leaving all of this behind.” 

 Willow closed her eyes shamefully. “It’s true. I wish we could do both things.” 

“What if I told you there’s a third way of doing things?”

 Both Markus and Xander went silent, waiting for her to react. Willow breathed in deeply. “A third way?” 

 Markus smirked in a way that was slightly condescending, as he were both proud and embarrassed by how much he knew. “Xander and I discussed it at length last night. You see, Willow, there’s one thing I haven’t been entirely honest about. Perhaps out of a lack of trust. And also because of repercussions I would rather avoid if things got out.” 

 Willow could feel a pit forming in her stomach. There was sudden fear. Reluctance. Yet despite the chill that went down her back, she remained pressed against him, too in love to want to detach from this man. “What?...” 

“The initial ritual was meant to bind me and Francesca. That much is true. But you see… Francesca is not trustworthy. Indeed, her family is too historied, too powerful to be dealt with honestly. I would not be surprised if Francesca were under the influence of spells and binds she herself doesn’t know about. Her family would never allow her to act of her own accord. Especially not when she is…” 

 Markus stopped and pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Well, you’ve seen how she is. The point is, my dear Willow, I wanted to make her mine. Not just in heart and body, but also in mind. The werewolf certainly strengthened the bond we created. But I wanted its blood for more than that. I wanted the werewolf to solidify my hold on her as an alpha. To make her mine in all things.”

 Willow gulped. “I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?!” Xander snapped from behind her. Though Willow could not imagine Xander doing anything to harm her, she also understood in that moment that his devotion to Markus was absolute and far beyond what she was capable of accepting. 

 Markus’ dark eyes bore into her. He grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it. “Willow? What are you thinking?”

“You’re saying you wanted to chain her will.” 

 Markus chuckled warmly. “Of course not! Willow, to be an alpha doesn’t mean you’re turning those below you into slaves. It’s just a precaution. To make sure that if a difficult moment ever came, that everyone would respect the leader and fall in line. As I said, I needed to ensure Francesca would be loyal to me before her family. A spell with that much power would’ve been able to override whatever spells were affecting her.

“But I’m realizing that a spell like that could solve all our problems. Imagine, if I had enough power, I could ensure that everyone will live out their lives exactly as they want. You won’t have to erase your memory. Or stay away from one another. I’ll command you to do as needed.” 

 Command her? The mere notion made Willow feel unnerved. “I don’t know…”

“We need your help,” Xander whispered in her ear. “With Buffy. She needs to be convinced. We’re going to have to get another werewolf too.”

 Markus could see the hesitation in her eyes and grabbed her by the throat. “I think convincing Buffy will have to be a second step, Xander. I believe Willow is not convinced herself. Are you?”

“I don’t…” Willow struggled to find the right words. “I think maybe in the grand scheme of things you may be right but it needs to be thought out more.” 

“Do you hear that?” Markus giggled darkly. “Thought out more. Don’t worry. We’ll help you think it out more.”

 Willow was already getting heated up but she was unprepared for both of them starting to assault her body at once. Xander started going into her as Markus gripped her face with both his hands and stared down into her eyes. “Just imagine, Willow, you’ll always be able to feel pleasure.” 

 She gasped as Xander entered her and immediately looked at him over her shoulder. He was smirking devilishly and then kissed her. Markus stole into the kiss as well and sucked in her tongue as he rolled her sensitive nipple between his fingers.

“We need you, Will,” said Xander. “I don’t want to forget this. I can’t live without you guys.”

“Listen to Xander, Willow, he wants what’s best for all of us. And I want what’s best for you as well.” 

 Willow gasped. “I…” 

 Markus positioned himself to get access to her cunt and was pushing his way into it despite Xander already filling her up. Willow panicked and tried to move away but the men had her sandwiched between them. Markus could see her panic and instantly grabbed her by the throat and shushed her. “Trust me, it will be good.” 

 Her whole body tensed. Willow grimaced as the first inch of the huge cock stretched her out to force its way in. She screamed as it entered but they both just laughed at her. Markus quickly drove the rest of it up till his cock was lodged in right next to Xander’s, and Willow was amazed to see that she had been able to take both at once. She lay there, impaled on their cocks, trembling as the nerves from her stretched pussy sent tingles all over her body. 

 Xander kissed her. And then Markus kissed her too.

“This can be every day, Willow,” they said. “Every day.” 

 As they fucked her, it was not only their cocks that became one, but their voices and their bodies. Willow could feel herself melting away between them till she became nothing more than clay in their hands, their repeated whispers chipping at her self-control.

“Say you’ll help us, Will,” they kept saying. “Say it.” 

 Filled up with them both and feeling their tongues rolling across her soft skin, Willow giggled and gave in. What was the worst that could happen? They were right, she did not want to say goodbye to this. It was too good. Too pure.

“I’ll do it… I’ll do it.” 

 



 Buffy checked her equipment for the last time before she left the house.

 She was determined to see this thing to the end and break the spell once and for all. After this, everything is going to go back to normal. She had her suspicions about the others not being on their best behavior, but that wouldn’t make a difference in the end. So long as they were willing to go along with the new spell that broke the old and the memory erasure, it would be fine. Buffy had already spent the better part of the day writing down her notes about what happened for safekeeping. 

 Her job was to find an appropriate spot for everything to take place without being disturbed. Xander, Will, and the other two were going to show up there.

 The full moon was high in the sky, and Buffy felt a bit apprehensive and tense as she drove towards there. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something wasn’t sitting right with her. Though it could have just been the events of the last week. She simultaneously wanted nothing more than to be in the company of the four she was linked with and also to break that bond and be free. It was frustrating. Painful. 

 But it’s almost over. Almost. 

 By the time she got to the meeting spot it began to rain. Buffy parked her car by the cliff overlooking the valley below and saw the other two cars already there. She took the wooded path down that led towards the cave and then began to hear hushed voices speaking in the darkness.

 Xander, Willow, Markus and Francesca all stood by the entrance, a lamp dangling from Francesca’s fingers. Buffy strolled over and smirked. She pointed to Markus’ jacket. “No more robes?”

“Not tonight…” he said, returning a smile of his own. 

 Xander and Willow were giving her a lingering look and Buffy felt a chill going down her spine as they seemed to be staring right into her soul. “Guys. Come on. It’s time to put an end to this nightmare.” 

 As Buffy turned towards the entrance of the cave she heard a low rumble coming from within over the sound of rain. Xander put a hand on her shoulder and grinned. “Something wrong?” 

 They were all staring at her. Every single one. What are they waiting for? 

 The blood rushed through her as soon as she detected foul play. Buffy narrowed her eyes and took a step back from Xander. “What’s going on?”

 Markus stepped protectively before him and faced Buffy head on. “Why don’t we go inside and talk things over?”

“No, I don’t think so,” said Buffy. “You’ll tell me what’s going on. Now.” 

 Xander pushed past Markus and gripped her shoulders. “Listen, there’s a way to fix this. A way without, you know, having to lose all of this.”

“All of this?” Buffy snapped. “All of what? Have you lost your mind? And you, Will? What the hell are you two doing? You’re under a spell, you realize that, right? Your mind isn’t your own. Your thoughts aren’t right. Whatever you think you’re doing is a bad idea.” 

 For a moment, Buffy could see her words breaking throughto Xander and Willow; her two friends gazed inwardly and became thoughtful. 

 Markus, however, pushed Xander aside and grabbed Buffy by the arm. “She would take everything from you two. Aren’t you happy, Xander? Willow? Isn’t it better to feel this love and affection instead of going back to your lonely old lives?” 

 Buffy caught his dark eyes and grimaced. “You’re using them!” 

“Nonsense,” said Markus, smiling once again. “What happened may have been an accident, but a special love came out of it as a result. It would be a shame to squander it. You know it’s true, Buffy. Stop fighting it.” 

 They were so close to one another now that all Buffy wanted was to grab to feel his huge cock throbbing against her palm. To become his again as last time, and to have him at her mercy. There was something satisfying about breaking an uppity mage, and it was even better that he was black, muscular, and hung like a horse. 

 No, another part of her said. No, snap out of it!

 Buffy snatched her hand away from Markus' grip. “Don’t touch me.”

 Seeing her violent reaction, Markus tensed. But she could tell that he himself found it difficult to deal with his arousal. “As I said, Buffy can’t be reasoned with. Everyone, help me out.” 

 Buffy instinctively put her fingers on the sword but what was she supposed to do? Cut down her own friends? Willow and Xander came towards her like pawing zombies, groping her and showering her with kisses as they immobilized her. 

“Stop!” Buffy yelled. “Stop it!” 

 All four of them surrounded her, touching her body and undressing her at the same time. They took away her gear and left her helpless and shuddering as their warm fingers went all over her supple skin. “Guys…” said a heated Buffy, about to lose control. “Stop…” 

 They slowly moved her into the cave. Buffy started touching them back and kissing them, eager to be back with the people she loved. I can’t let them do anything stupid. But I’ll stop them after this. Right after this…

 In the large chamber that the cave ended in there was a werewolf once again. Buffy only spared it a glance as Markus raised her and slammed her body down on the table in the middle. Willow and Francesca each grabbed one of her legs for safety as Xander held her arms together over her head. Markus took off his clothes, then got on top of Buffy and straddled her. 

 His dark index finger travelled between her breasts and came up to her mouth. “You are such a pain, Buffy. From what I hear from Xander and Willow, you’re extremely capable. That will be quite helpful in the future.” A vein twitch in his eyelid. “I confess I have... certain ambitions.” 

 Buffy traced her nails along his pecs. She should’ve reached up and hit him. Strangled him. Get him off of her, at the very least. But instead her palm felt his abs and went all the way down till she could touch his big black cock once again and she gasped. Finally, it was hers once more. That gorgeous and throbbing dark meat was all hers.

“You’re going to regret all of this,” Buffy warned him. 

 Markus was already bringing his mouth down for a kiss and the blonde kissed him back instantly. Their tongues slapped wetly against one another as Buffy directed his dick towards her wet pussy. The position gave her some difficulty, but she soon felt another hand aiding her. Over Markus’ black shoulder, she could see Francesca smiling down at her. The Asian beauty reached down to brush some hairs away from Buffy’s forehead, then kissed Markus on the shoulder as he began to thrust. 

 Buffy gasped as soon as she felt him inside again. As her head tilted back, she could see the candles arrayed around the room and the bloody pentagram drawn in the middle. The werewolf, she noticed, was bound in heavy chains just like the other one and had been wounded gravelly. This monster…

 Markus needed to be punished for what he was trying to do. But all Buffy could do was trace her fingers down his strong back and spread her legs wide for his BBC. The way his dark eyes bore into her made her feel so vulnerable that it gave her goosebumps. 

 The mage laughed darkly and bit his lip. “I’m going to teach you about authority, Buffy. I have a feeling nobody’s ever taught you much about that. I’m going to discipline you. Teach you how to behave. Civilize you.” 

 As he spoke, his strong hands grabbed her by the throat and squeezed. Buffy rolled her eyes in pleasure as she felt the veiny shaft slamming into her again and again combined with the dominating strength of those black fingers.

 Xander’s happy face hovered about her. “Don’t worry, B, it’s going to be okay.” He kissed her on the mouth as Buffy choked, then released her hands and let them go towards his dick. 

 By this point, Buffy was so lost in the intense state of arousal that there was no need to force her into it. She told herself that it would be better to just fuck and get it over with so she could death with Markus afterwards. 

 But as she got ready to come for the first time, Markus pulled out. “Beg for it,” he asked her. “Beg to feel it inside.” 

“Just give it to me!” Buffy snapped. “Fuck me.” 

 Markus slapped her savagely. “Beg! Beg, you worthless animal. Beg, or you’ll get nothing.”

“Please, sir…” Buffy forced herself to say. Her back arched instinctively and she could hear Willow giggling somewhere below. “Please.” 

 Markus choked her again and kissed her forehead. “You’re my bitch now, do you understand? I’m your master. The leader of the pack. And you’re going to do whatever the fuck I say. Clear?” There was something forced about him talking that way. Who was he trying to fool?

 Her pussy was aching with such desperation that nothing else mattered. “Yes, sir. It’s clear.” 

 Markus slapped her again. “You’re a fucking bitch. That’s all you are. All you’ll ever be. A tough bitch that’s going to protect her pack. Understand?” 

“Yes! Please, sir, please, just fuck me now…” 

 Markus confidently pushed back inside and she came instantly. Her fingers were touching Xander’s cock at the same time and he was so aroused by the sight of her pleasure that he started coming with her and brought his dick to her lips, letting every rope of cum fill her mouth. 

 Markus remained on top of her, bulging muscles dripping with sweat as she shook from her orgasm. “It’s time,” he said. “Let us begin.”

 Markus rose and the others helped Buffy up from the table. They made a circle around the werewolf. Buffy was held up by Willow and Xander who were whispering loving words into her ears and kissing her.

“You guys…” she was trying to say. “You need… You need to…” 

“Shhh.” Willow caressed her head and shushed her. “Enough, Buffy. Aren’t you tired of all this? Everything is going to be fine soon. Markus is going to fix it all. You’ll see. We’re all going to live together in a cute house and everything is going to be okay. We’re going to live happily ever after.” 

 Xander paused. “All together in a house? I thought we would just keep things as normal.”

“Or that,” said Willow quickly, her eyes bright. “Whatever we want. There’s nothing stopping us from doing whatever we dream of. Our love is our bond.” 

 Willow sounded so far gone and cultish that it freaked Buffy the fuck out. But whatever Markus had done to her beyond fucking her silly, she could not find any strength to oppose what was happening. “Xander, you have to stop it!” 

 Xander gulped. “W-What?” he stammered. “Buffy, no… Markus and I talked about this. It’s g-” 

“Enough!” Francesca boomed, lifting up the leather bound tome. 

 Markus took out the ritual knife that was embedded in the werewolf’s back and cleaned it on his palm. “Is something wrong?” he asked Francesca.

“Uhm, no,” she said matter-of-factly. “I have some difficulty understanding some of these words.”

“You don’t need to understand them. Only to read them. So long as they’re intoned correctly, it should all go well.” 

 Buffy could see that Markus was about to start whatever he was planning, something the others definitely weren’t ready for. I have significantly underestimated the mage, she thought with horror. 

“Xander!” she cried again. 

 Xander appeared troubled by her panic but Markus came over and took his hand, then put it over Buffy’s mouth. “Silence her, Xander. Don’t let her ruin this.” 

 Nervous, Xander swallowed his tongue. “I won’t.” 

 Markus smiled and gave him a tender, almost fatherly kiss on the cheek. “Good.” 

 As Francesca’s booming voice filled the interior of the cave, Markus brought the dripping knife to the bound werewolf. He gutted it in the throat and let its blood wash over his hand, then brought the same knife and cut his palm and let the blood mix together. He passed through the circle and stroked everyone’s cheek with two fingers, marking them with the combined essence. 

 Buffy could not act. Willow watched entranced, looking up heavenwards with ecstasy. Xander trembled but did nothing. Only Francesca watched the process dubiously, but also did not dare do anything to stop it. 

 As it came to an end, Buffy could feel a new feeling coming over her. As she watched Markus move before her, she felt as if she could almost predict his movements and wanted to follow in his footsteps. 

 Francesca was still reading, but Markus grinned. “It is over,” he said with relief. He went over and closed the tome by force. “It is over.” 



 A few months later...

 Buffy could hear the other two cry after her. “B! B, where are you?”

“I’m right here!” Buffy said. She crouched down and looked at the tracks left in the mud as her two friends caught up. 

“Gone again?” Xander asked. 

“Unfortunately.” Buffy sighed and stood up. “I doubt we’ll catch him again today. Time to head back for the night.” 

 As soon as she got back up on her feet, Willow put her arms around her from behind. “I wouldn’t mind going back home.” 

 Buffy glanced back at her over her shoulder and gave her a gentle kiss. “You’re eager.” 

 Xander put his hands on both of their asses. “I think we all are.” 

 The three giggled as they got into the car and drove back home. Waiting for them in their new house were Markus and Francesca, both of them pouring through ancient texts in the living room. 

“I see everyone’s back,” said Francesca with a grin. “About time.” 

 Willow ran over and jumped into her lap and the two began to make out. Markus rose from his seat and came to stand with Buffy and Xander, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. “Any luck?” 

 Buffy shook her head. “Unfortunately not. He got away again.”

“That’s fine. It’s not an emergency.” 

“What did you say you needed it for again?”

 Markus pursed his lips. “The blood.” 

“I got that. But what do you need the blood for?” 

 There was silence between the three as only a few feet away Willow and Francesca were giggling happily. Markus stroked Buffy’s cheek. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Why don’t you and the girls go upstairs and get ready for me?” 

“I-” 

“Now,” he ordered, sharpening his tone. “Take them and go.” 

 Xander was left standing by the side of Markus watching as the three girls made their way upstairs. Things had worked out for them just fine over the last few months, but Markus and Buffy still butted heads from time to time. 

“It seems like no amount of time is going to make Buffy more docile,” said Markus.

 Xander shrugged. “She seems to be listening just fine.”

“She’s obeying, yes. But that’s because of the spell, Xander. It holds power over her in ways you can’t understand.” 

“Why not? Isn’t it the same spell?” 

 Markus seemed surprised by his lack of understanding. He chuckled gently and put a loving arm around him. “Because, Xander, I trust you would’ve been here even without the spell. The same can’t be said for her. Or even the other two, if I’m honest. Willow is too sensitive to live with what needs doing. And Francesca would always be at the whim of her family. But you…” Markus gave him a kiss on the forehead. “You, Xander, I trust completely.” 

 To hear such words made his heart swell with emotion. Though there was just as much arousal going down and making him throb for Markus. It had been too long since they had been together, just the two of them. It was always about him and the girls now. “Thank you, sir…” 

“I need you to do something for me, Xander. Come.” 

 Xander followed his master downstairs into the garage and stopped as soon as he saw the tied-up woman. She was Asian, probably in her late thirties, struggling to get out of at least three different sets of binds, including magical ones. 

 Xander was no racist, and he knew the resemblance between her and Francesca wasn’t imagined. “Who is this?”

“A living fountain of knowledge, Xander.” Markus went over and put his hands on her head. “I need you to watch over her for me. I’ll take over once the girls go to sleep.”

 The panic in the woman’s eyes as Markus touched him made Xander wonder what the plan was. “And so she’s, uh… What’s going to happen to her?” 

 Markus put a hand on Xander’s chest. “You don’t need to worry about any of that. I’m just doing this to keep us safe. That’s all.” The fingers slid all the way down to his cock and Xander gasped breathlessly to feel Markus touch him once again. “Be good, and you’ll be rewarded at the end.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

 Markus walked out and left him alone in the garage with the woman. Xander did not feel too good about being involved in a kidnapping. And though he didn’t know this woman, he certainly wouldn’t have consigned to have her end up dead or tortured. He loved Markus and wanted to make him happy. But what if it’s just one big misunderstanding?

 Xander came over to the woman and looked into her eyes. “If I take that gag out, will you be quiet?” She nodded slowly. “Alright then.” 

 As soon as the gag left her mouth, she shrieked. Xander panicked and immediately covered it back up, struggling to keep the noise down. She tried to bite his hand so his only recourse was to disable her. He gave her smack on the side of the head that almost tipped her over. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” he yelled. 

 Maybe Markus was right. Maybe these people were a threat to them. 

 Xander wasn’t sure why, but being in full sudden control over this older woman was making him horny. It didn’t help that he was so aroused from before. Still holding his hand over her mouth, he unzipped his pants, dropped them down, then brought his dick against her cheek. “I did tell you to be quiet,” he reminded her. 

 He forced his throbbing cock into her mouth and made her hold it there even as she gagged. Feeling angry with her, he grabbed her head with both hands and slammed his cock into the back of her throat, savagely stretching it out. 

 Somewhere upstairs, Markus was fucking his two best friends and a younger version of the woman whose mouth was now his. Though it shouldn’t have made him jealous, Xander realized that he was jealous. And angry. 

 In the beginning, it seemed like what Markus said was coming true. They were as united as a family, except as romantic as a teenage couple from a Hollywood blockbuster and as nasty as some underground German porn. 

 And now? Markus was sending them out on different tasks and the few times they were home he would always take the girls for himself while teasing Xander with promises of what would come later. But because he showed such appreciation for Xander, it was difficult to speak against him. Xander even considered he might be left out of the action because Markus saw it as beneath him. But it was just making him lonely. 

 Xander focused his frustrations on the nameless woman’s throat as he took it from every position, making her choke on it till her eyes were rolling lifelessly and the drool was dripping from her nostrils. 

 He took it out and slapped her back awake with his dick. “Did I tell you you could pass out? Huh?”

“Stop…” she begged. “Please.”

“I told you not to fucking make a sound. So why did you?”

“You need to help me. He’s going to ruin us.”

“Who’s us?”

“My family.”

“You mean your insane family of mages that apparently holds power over an entire city? That’s just too fucking bad. Suck my fucking dick.” 

 It felt good to put her in her place. Too good. Xander began to feel guilty somewhere in the middle of the throatfuck, and he was disturbed with himself for being unable to stop. He told himself that he would when he came over her face the first time, but seeing that prestigious lady dripping with his seed made him go at it again. 

 He took her over and over, raping her poor throat until she could no longer speak. 

 When Xander was done with her, her head fell down, the open mouth dripping constant cum. “I told you to be quiet…” he said again, almost like a mantra.

 By the time Markus returned, Xander worried what the consequences would be. But contrary to his expectations, his master appeared delighted. In fact, he wasn’t sure when he had last seen Markus laugh so earnestly, almost childlike. “Good lord, Xander. You sure did a number on her. Though she is messy.” 

“You want me to clean her up?” 

 Markus picked up the hose and put it into her mouth, then turned it on at full blast into her throat. The woman coughed and mewled in tears. “It feels good to take these mages down without magic. Poetic, you might say. I couldn’t have done it without you. The Scooby Gang…” 

 Xander wasn’t sure what they had to do with this woman’s presence here. He tried to think back on what might’ve happened during the previous few days, but his brain just hurt.

 Markus firmly grabbed his shoulders. “Go get some rest. I’ll pick it up from here.”  



 Three years later…

 Willow could see the entire city from the balcony of her skyrise penthouse. She loved to take her mornings there by herself before everyone woke up, either with coffee or tea, thinking about all the happenings going on below.

 It had been a while now since she went out. Xander would tease her and say that she was becoming a house cat, and it definitely felt like it. There was a reason Markus had taken to calling them all “kittens.” She wanted so much to be in the presence of her loved ones, and now her child, that there was no reason to leave the safety of home. 

 Two years ago Willow had given her all in the fight against Francesca’s family. They won, thankfully, and corrupt mages were put in their place and dealt with. Now all of their properties were signed over to Francesca, which really meant that they were passed on to Markus.

 Markus. What could she have done without him? What would any of them have done? It was difficult not to imagine the completely different future that could’ve been: the one where she ended up by herself, perhaps drifting away from Xander and Buffy as all three of them got older. 

 A future that had been avoided. Even Buffy was thankful now. Though she started out slow to adapt to the new circumstances, she had become one of the most obedient house pets. 

 That was the nickname Markus gave to the three of them - Willow, Francesca, and Buffy: the house pets. Willow didn’t mind. It made her happy to be a pet and to be well taken care of. And the other two undoubtedly felt the same way. Their shared pregnancies had mellowed out even the wildest impulses in Buffy, and Francesca appeared happy to be out of the influence of her family. 

“Can’t sleep?” Willow heard from behind her. 

 She turned slowly and saw Markus standing there wearing his loose robe, the top left open to show his strong chest. “You know I like to start early.” 

 Markus smiled and padded over, then tousled her red hair. “I know you do. But I figured after last night you would’ve been more tired.” 

 Willow bit her lip. “You’re going to have to do a lot more than that to tire me out completely.” 

“I was thinking about that. Special day today? I have nothing urgent to attend to.” 

 The sun was almost fully up now. Willow rose from her seat and put her arms around him, then gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll wake up the girls. I think it sounds like a good idea.” 

 Markus squeezed her firm asscheeks through the gauze pants and sent her on her way. “Hopefully the kids will behave.”

“We can try to get a babysitter.” 

 Markus narrowed his eyes and shook his head quickly. “No. No one enters this place, only family. You know the rules.” 

 He was so protective over them that Willow truly never worried about anyone being able to bring harm to the family. She knew that Markus had taken great care in casting protective wards around the building and was slowly taking measures to assume control over the entire city. What the Scooby Gang used to do was nothing compared to the plans her lover had in mind. 

 Markus kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “Go. Go and wake the others up and I’ll be there shortly.”

 Willow left him there on the balcony and headed back into the apartment. Just as she came into the living room she could see Xander stretching and waking up. “Hey you!” she said, giving him a teasing punch in the arm.

“Hey, watch it!” he grumbled.

 Willow could sense his annoyed attitude and wondered what was wrong. For whatever reason, his behavior was getting worse and worse. It started out with him no longer wanting to participate in anything as a group, and then showing a complete lack of care towards all the girls. The only person whose opinion mattered to him was Markus, and there seemed to be nothing that he wouldn’t do in order to please him. Willow had gone and told Markus about the issue but he dismissed it as being nothing more than a part of Xander’s maturity process.

“What time is it?” Xander muttered. He got up to his feet and checked the zipper of his pants. Through the window, he could see Markus leaning against the railing of the balcony and Willow noticed the hypnotized look in his eye.

 His behavior was pissing her off enough that she felt like saying something. But then she realized he must have suffered in his way. They were all subservient to Markus and happily so. But while Willow, Buffy and Francesca had given birth to his children, Xander could do nothing of the sort. 

“We were thinking about having a special event later,” Willow told him. “What do you say? You wanna come?”

“What?” Xander snapped. “Nah, I’m going to go talk to Markus. I’ve got some shit to do.”

 Willow pursed her lips until he was out of earshot, then whispered, “Asshole.” 

 First she headed into the room where the kids were sleeping. The three beautiful black babies were sleeping together peacefully, each one cuter than the last. Though she had only given birth to one of them, Willow loved her family enough that she saw no difference between her daughter and the other two boys. They might as well have all been her kids. They were even born consecutively, starting with Buffy and then followed by Willow and Francesca respectfully. It was magical. 

 Willow went over to her daughter and gently caressed her belly. “Sleep well, little one.” She could not imagine what kind of strength was in that tiny body. With her as the mother and Markus as the father, it was almost certain that she would grow up to be a potent magic user.

 She closed the door to the childrens’ room gently and went towards the massive bed she shared with the others. Buffy and Francesca were cuddling on one side of the bed, the red silken sheets draped over their bodies. 

 It made Willow so aroused just to see their breasts rising and falling as they breathed that she crawled into bed with them. She straddled her two lovers, first kissing Francesca on the neck and taking in the scent of her perfume, then placing her tongue deep into Buffy’s mouth as the blonde woke up and opened her eyes. 

 There was surprise in the blue eyes first. Then Buffy smiled with them and kissed her back, moving her fingers over Willow’s butt. “Good morning,” she said. 

 Francesca kissed them both. “Where’s Markus? Xander?” 

“They’re out by the balcony. Listen, kittens, Markus said he would like us to have a special day. So you better be on your best behavior.”

“Today?” Francesca made a face. “But I have tickets to go to some opera today.”

“When?” 

“In the afternoon.” 

 Willow thought it over and smiled affably. She caressed Francesca’s face with the back of her hand and let her fingers slide to full creamy breasts. “You can go some other time. Markus said he wants us here. So that means all of us.” 

 Buffy could sense Francesca’s hesitation and giggled. “Come on, you want to go to some stuffy opera house instead of staying home with us? We can go some other time. I’ll go with you.” 

 Francesca remained deep in thought. “Maybe Markus would like to go? It is the last show. And I’m sure we can find tickets for him so-”

“Enough!” said Willow. “I told you, he wants us to stay home today. So stop it with that opera of yours.”

“But-” 

 The three could all hear the door open and saw Markus coming in. “What’s the matter, kittens?” 

 Willow tried to put on a smile and moved away from Francesca. “Nothing, nothing. We were just discussing plans for today and got a little excited.” 

 Francesca could have kept her mouth shut. Should have done so, certainly. But instead she was her usual egotistical self and ran over to Markus like a little girl, like some victim. “Honey, there’s an opera today and I would love to take you. What do you say we go?”

“Opera?” He sniggered. “Are you joking?”

“What? You’re not sophisticated enough?” she asked jokingly.

 Markus grabbed her by the wrists and moved her hands away from his body. “I do not associate with such people. And neither should you. I told you to avoid places like those. You’re not safe anywhere but here. Not anymore.” 

 Francesca appeared unsatisfied by his reaction but Markus just kissed her on the mouth and pulled her baby doll top off. “Come on,” he said. “We’ll find some entertaining things to do at home.” 

 Buffy and Willow grabbed their lover by the arm and pulled him in bed, eager to get back to worshiping his big cock. Markus pointed towards his book collection and jerked his head over at Francesca. “Do you mind giving me that, kitten?” 

 Head lowered, Francesca went over and grabbed the book he wanted and brought it to him slavishly. Markus opened and lay back, relaxing as the other two girls began to kiss up and down his throbbing shaft. 

 Willow noticed Francesca watching him for a few more moments, almost as if she was waiting for something. But when Markus just raised a brow at her questioningly, she remembered her place and meekly came to suck on his cock as well. 

 Willow felt bad for her on some level. But the truth was that following Markus came natural to all of them no matter what momentary desire got in the way of that. That night in the cave he bound their wills to his and ensured that they would forever live happily under his authority. 

 Markus did not need to abuse that authority for any of them to worship him. To make him happy was Willow’s greatest desire. And though she loved her friends and now her children, deep down she knew that she would ultimately sacrifice all of them if it meant to protect her one true master. Markus could always add more people to their family, and even talked at times about doing so. But there could never be a man like him that she would want to follow and worship. That she could trust like this. 

 He glanced down into her eyes almost as if he had read her mind and Willow kissed his abs till she made her way up to his chest. She let her tongue pass over his nipples then raised herself all the way up until her slender and pale body was held tightly by his strong black arm.

“What’s wrong?” Markus asked her, caressing up and down her spine.

“I think I need more than just to taste you right now. Francesca, too.” 

 Markus and Francesca shared a momentary glance and the latter blushed. “Is that right?” he said. Sighing, he put his book aside. “It’s difficult to be responsible for so many women. I suppose I can put aside my needs and tend to yours.” 

 He grinned and gave Willow a deep kiss. Then he grabbed Francesca by the neck and slammed her down onto the bed, moving his massive body on top of her like a predator. “You want to go to the opera, is it? I’ll take you to the opera, kitten. In fact, I’ll have you perform for all three of us right now.” 

 It was rare to see Markus displaying such ferocity and Willow became so wet from the sight that she remained breathless, shuddering in place like the vibrating cord of a guitar. Buffy noticed it too and the two linked their hands together. 

 His strong dark fingers wrapped around Francesca’s neck as his dick moved against her pussy. “What possible thing could you want that you don’t have at home?” 

 His intent gaze moved over to Willow and she immediately understood what her master wanted. She spit into her hand and grabbed his dick, then coated the head before positioning it against Francesca’s tight pussy. 

 Markus ripped into her instantly and Francesca cried out. All it took were three thrusts before she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding onto him for dear life. Willow lovingly massaged his balls as he went, then she kissed his back, happy just to watch him fuck another for the time being. Buffy came up from behind and kissed Willow on the neck, massaging her boobs into her back. 

“I think you’ve been spending too much time without anything to occupy your mind, dear Francesca,” said Markus. “You should make yourself useful again. It’s been - what - ten months since your pregnancy?” 

“Eleven,” she clarified.

“Eleven,” he repeated grimly. “Even worse.” 

  Markus slapped her tits and reached around to grab Willow and Buffy. He took each one by the throat and brought them in, kissing them in turn and then making them kiss one another as Francesca squirmed under him. He moved their hungry mouths down to her big soft breasts and slid his fingers into the two young white pussies flanking him.

 Francesca’s pussy was so tight that Willow could see the enjoyment right on Markus’ face. The sweat dripped down his strong body and it turned her on to see him like this. Reduced almost to a beast. He was usually so determined to avoid coming down to physical solutions and relying instead on spellcraft that bed was the only place he truly let go.

“Fuck!” Markus gasped, slamming into Francesca hard as he gripped her small waist. “You’re such a cunt. That’s why I got rid of your entire family, Fran. They were all cunts like you.” 

 Francesca was so turned on that all she could do was moan, gasp, and bob her head in agreement. Her pussy and breasts were both being pleasured perfectly at the same time and eyes were starting to roll in their sockets as she reached blissful ecstasy. 

 Markus laughed at her and choked her again. “Beg me to come inside of you. Beg me.” 

 Francesca opened her mouth to speak but all that came out were breathless croaks. Willow could see her going blue in the face and began to worry, but Markus let her go a moment later. Then he pulled and dragged Francesca to the edge of the bed. Buffy and Willow giggled. Markus turned Francesca the other way and let her head dangle down from the side, then plunged his dick into the depths of her throat. 

“That’s good,” he said, sounding pleased and serious. His fingers caressed his cock through the tight Asian neck he was stretching like a condom. “That is exactly what I want to hear from you.”

 Francesca gagged wetly on his big black cock and tried to get away but the other two girls held her down and went back to ravishing her nipples like starving dogs.

 Markus slammed powerfully into the back of her throat, slapping her face with his heavy black balls as she succumbed to his will entirely. “You will never go anywhere without getting my permission. Are we understood? And for the next few months, you’re grounded. Until you’ve made me another child, I don’t want to hear a word from you.” 

 Francesca’s body arched and began to jerk from the lack of air so he finally pulled out. 

 As she gasped breathlessly, Markus brought his balls up to her mouth and signaled to Willow and Buffy that they were allowed to kiss his cock again.  

 Francesca sobbed for a moment but quickly lapped at his sweaty balls, fully reminded of her place in the family hierarchy. This may have been the home that she once grew up in, but it was fully Markus’ domain now. She was allowed into the family at his pleasure, because she obeyed and did her best to fit in. 

 She needs to be better, thought Willow. It baffled her how anyone could have a problem with the current arrangement. 

 Markus stroked his dick and prepared himself to come. He gently slapped his cock against Buffy’s cheeks. “You want it, kitten?”

 Buffy meowed and opened wide. “Please, Daddy. Give it all to me. I deserve it way more than she does.” 

 Willow would’ve wanted it too but she did not want to get between them. She put her arms around Buffy and grabbed her tits. Looking up into Markus’ eyes, she nodded. “Give it to her, please.” 

 Markus took his hands away and let Buffy take full control of the BBC, stroking it with both her hands. Her slender fingers wrapped around his thick girth, Buffy brought her lips to the tip and kissed it as her eyes gazed up in wonder at Markus. 

 He came into her mouth and filled it up till it overflowed and spilled down her breasts. He squeezed out a final drop of seed and brought it to Francesca’s trembling lips. “That’s all you get. I expect an apology from you by tonight.” 

 Buffy closed her mouth and savored the rich cum as it went down her throat. She cleaned up her tits with her fingers and offered some of the seed to Willow, who descended upon it hungrily and sucked the fingers clean.

“Let’s call this a morning,” said Markus. “I still want to get some reading done, and I don’t think I will with you three getting in the way of things.”

 In the other room, one of the babies started crying.

 He chuckled grimly. “Would you look at that. Perfect timing. Francesca, why don’t you go take care of that?”

 Francesca was still shaking so hard that she struggled to get up. Her huge chest rose and fell with every breath. Keeping her eyes down to the ground, she bowed before Markus. “I’ll go take care of it now, sir.”

 Markus gave her a savage slap on the ass as she went by that made her yelp in pain. “Good girl.”

 Once the door closed, he knowingly watched Buffy and Willow. “What? You think I’m too harsh on her?”

“I feel like she can’t adapt to not being the princess anymore,” Buffy muttered. “Well, too bad.”

“Xander has been acting up lately, too,” said Willow. “You think it’s the spell? Is it wearing off?” 

 Markus gave her such a displeased look after she suggested that his spell might be losing its potency that she immediately lowered her gaze in supplication. “Of course not,” he said. “The spell is fine. Don’t worry about Xander. What he does has nothing to do with this. Xander is putting his life on the line to strengthen the family. He’s a real trooper. As for Francesca, she’s always been a bitch. She’s learned to hide it, but naturally it comes out as she becomes more comfortable around us.” 

 That seemed like a good enough explanation. And neither Willow nor Buffy would’ve challenged him directly. 

 Perhaps sensing the disquiet in their hearts, he came closer and put his hands under their chins and lifted them. “You two shouldn’t worry. I have things under control. You should just stick to what you know best: keep up the positive atmosphere in the house, keep things clean, and tend to the needs of Xander and the children.”

 Buffy blushed shyly and let her lips wrap around his thumb. “And yours.”

“Of course,” said Markus. And he smiled. But there was something about the way he forced that response that made Willow worry there were needs he had that they could not quench for him. 

 It was the first time since they all came together in that cave that she felt there could be any barriers between them, and she was filled with a desperate need to know what he was keeping to himself. 

“I will go into my study now,” he said. “Why don’t you two make love to one another? Do it loudly. I’d like to hear it from the other room. And don’t stop until I come back.” 
 Willow watched him leave. She wondered if Buffy suspected anything as well, but the blonde was smiling at her like an airhead. “You heard the man,” she said, then poked a finger between Willow’s boobs and sent her back down in bed.


