Chapter 1 - On the Hunt


 The Scooby Gang parked their car besides the abandoned factory. Buffy looked out the window of the car at the red-brick building, the full moon reflecting in her wing mirror. The structure dated all the way back to the late 1800s and it had been out of commission for decades, becoming more of a dump that teens treated as a playground and homeless people used for shelter during the harsh winter. Now it was nothing but a reminder of a distant age - a dumping ground.

 None of the scoobies had ever heard of the small town or factory before despite its proximity to home, until a story came out a while ago where people reporting hearing weird things at night and experiencing attacks. Deadly encounters. From everything Buffy read it sounded like there was a werewolf or something similar that decided to make the place its home. 

“Everybody ready?” said Buffy. 

 Xander and Willow both gave her long looks. He gulped and glanced out at the looming, crumbling facade of the factory. “So ready.”

 He got out of the car with a sigh. Willow remained hesitant. She was wearing a red turtleneck that only added to her nerdy appearance and seeming discomfort. “Something wrong?”

“I have a bad feeling about this,” said Willow. “I don’t know why.”

“Well, that’s even more of a reason to settle this, right? Though maybe you can stay back. Xander and I will call for help if anything.” 

 Willow shook her head decisively. “No, I’m coming. It feels wrong out here.” 

 At this point the factory was no longer touched by the locals, whose town started a few miles down the road. The gang padded along to the back of the building and entered through the rusty door there, just as they saw in the video of some urban explorer. There was a disturbing amount of those kids wanting to get killed.

 The interior of the factory was cool and spacious. Less dark than Buffy thought. The roof of the place was mostly gone. Only a few beams remained high up, while the ancient factory equipment stood filling up the moonlit hall.

 Willow gasped suddenly. “Do you hear that?” 

“Hear what?” Xander quieted down to listen. “There’s nothing.” 

 Buffy turned on her flashlight and moved it around quietly. “You sure you’re hearing something?”

“I think it’s coming from below.” 

 The three looked around for a way to go downstairs. It was Xander that finally found the passageway. Locked. 

“I guess we’re going in the hard way.” Buffy kicked it three times with all her power till the rusted door came off its hinges. It fell inwards down the stairs, its metallic clang echoing down into the factory depths.

 Xander put the beam of the flashlight on the dusty stairway leading down. “I guess they know we’re coming.” 

“Do you hear it now?” asked Willow. 

 The sound was faint, but they were all picking up on it now. It sounded like grunting along with a song. No, not a song, more like a chant... “I thought you said this was a werewolf thing,” said Xander.

 Buffy instinctively checked her blade for comfort. “I thought it was. Maybe stay back a bit until I see what’s down there.” 

 She went down ahead, with the gang following behind her at a distance. The sound was becoming more distinct now and it sounded… disturbing. Almost like a dog being tortured. 

 Buffy kept going after it till she came to a door. This time unlocked as she pressed down on the latch. Whatever the sound was came from the other side. She gave Willow and Xander a final look, then kicked her way in again, sword at the ready. 

 There was a round circle painted around the room in what looked like blood, with candles lit at different intervals. Standing within the circle were two figures, both wearing dark robes. One of them was a black guy, definitely no older than twenty-five; the other was an Asian girl that couldn’t have been older than twenty. 

 Both of them held leather bound tomes open from which they were reciting. Caught between them was a chained, gagged, and badly bleeding werewolf, and it was clear from the way it struggled that it had been badly wounded and near death. Monster or not, it was difficult not to be taken aback by the sight. 

 The guy in the circle warded Buffy away. “Stay back!” 

“What the hell is this?!” she snapped. “What are you doing? Unchain him. Do it or I’ll come in there and do it for you.” 

 The Asian spoke to her now. “You don’t understand. There’s nothing that can be done. The ritual is almost complete.”

“Unchain him! I said, unchain him!”

“Stay back! You have no idea what is going on here. Go, or you will suffer the consequences.”

 Buffy gripped the sword confidently and gave them an unpleasant final smirk. Did they seriously want to push her like this? “Unchain him or you’ll suffer the consequences.” 

“It’s an it, not a he, though it would be a her,” he said matter-of-factly. The indifference was chilling. “And there can be no helping it. It’s killed dozens in this area. You must be familiar with werewolves given your reaction. There’s no need for violence. Lower your blade.” 

 Xander and Willow stood at her side, fidgeting for a command. “What do we do?”

 Buffy lowered the blade but walked into the circle towards the werewolf. “I’m freeing her.” 

“Stop!” the Asian girl boomed. “Our ritual. Stop it! Don’t enter! Stooop!! Markus, stop her!” 

 The black guy rushed at Buffy to push her back, but she moved aside, then caught his arm and twisted it. He went down to the ground with a pained groan. A lot weaker than he looked. Buffy went straight to the werewolf and looked for a way to unchain her. The Asian girl hyperventilated, book shaking in her hand, looking moments away from hurling the tome at her head. Seeing her, Willow rushed her and tried to hold her back. Xander noticed the guy getting up too and restrained him. 

 Buffy hand’s went along the chain getting slick with blood from the matted fur. She at last came across the lock. “Where’s the key?” she asked. “Where’s the key!?” 

 Both Willow and Xander checked their captives. “It’s here!” 

 Buffy saw the gleam of the key around the Asian’s neck and snatched it. As she watched Buffy release the werewolf, she began to whimper like a child. “Stop it,” begged the Asian, tears flowing down her face. “Get out of the circle. GET OUT!!!” she shrieked violently.

 Buffy feared the werewolf might attack. Really, it was just instinct to walk in and help; but there was fear too. From the display of two tormentors and their ages, it was clear that these were not some experienced mages but just two neophytes trying to mess with something way out of their league.  

 Buffy unlocked the padlock and removed the chains. “You’re free,” she told the werewolf. “Go. You’re free.” 

 But it just fell face-down within the circle. Dead. It was too late after all. 

 Buffy could feel the anger rising up in her as she looked over at the body. “You did this.” 

 Xander was holding the guy in place. “B? What do we do with them?” 

“Tie them up for now.” 

 The Asian girl shook her head. “No, no, no! You ruined it! You bitch! You fucking bitch! Do you even know who we are?” 

 Buffy stepped up to her with a harsh look in her eyes. “I will, in half an hour or so. One way or another.” 

 The gang dragged the mages out of the basement and took them upstairs. They gagged both and separated them, thinking it better to deal with each in part.

“They killed that thing,” said Xander.

“Her,” Willow corrected. “She could’ve been saved.”

 Buffy kept her arms crossed. “Probably not. But still. That’s fucked up.” 

“What was that ritual even for?” 

“Probably some offering to a dark god or other. I guess we’re going to have to find out. Xander, watch the girl. Will and I will have a chat with this guy.” 

 Buffy grabbed the black guy up by the arm and hauled him over to one of the empty rooms of the factory and sat him down. His hands had been tied at the back as were his ankles. 

“Markus? Was that your name?” 

 Even gagged he still appears arrogant and raised his brows in defiance. Buffy could see her reflection in his completely black eyes and found it strangely alluring. 

“I’m going to remove this gag,” she said. “And you better behave yourself. Or else. Understand?”

 The moment she removed the gag he sighed with annoyance. “You did not have to gag me.” 

“What the hell was that downstairs?”

 There was no one to help him now. “A ritual.” 

 Willow pursed her lips. “A pairing ritual.”

“Yes,” he said. 

 Buffy exhaled slowly. “What’s that?”

“I suppose it’s like a marriage. Of sorts. But also different. A pairing ritual is meant to bring people together in an unbreakable unity. It was mainly used by orders hoping that their adoration for one another would help keep them loyal and true. And by lovers, who wanted their affection to stand the test of time.”

“Why the werewolf?” she asked.

“The level of the offering strengthens the bond accordingly. And gives the love a certain nature. It was popular for people to use bears and lions.”

“But you thought you were good enough to use a werewolf.”

 Markus smirked and leaned in. “Is that an insult? I did use it. I tracked it down, captured it, and used it accordingly. I was good enough. Until you appeared. Whoever you might be. Though I assure you you’ve made a horrible, horrible mistake.”

“Why’s that?”

“For one, because both I and Francesca come from very important families. So any harm that comes to us will be returned thousandfold to you and your families.”

“Are you done?”

“Partly. You’ve also entered the ritual. Which means that you and your friends will be unpleasantly bound to us until the tie is severed. Which, hopefully, it will - assuming the ritual won’t take our minds away entirely.” 

 Willow shuddered as she thought through the implications. “Why would you sign up to be brainwashed like that?” 

 Markus’s gaze softened as it came over her. “It isn’t brainwashing. I love Francesca. I was willing to have that bond with her. And vice versa. It is comforting. But I do not know you people. So this is a development I would have preferred to avoid.” 

“Here’s what I think,” said Buffy. “I think you’re a young dumbass. I think you attempted a ritual that ended in the cruel death of someone that may or may not have deserved it, but either way, was not for you to kill. I think your family has no idea you’re here, and if I returned you to them safely, I would probably be rewarded.” 

 Despite the steely look in his eyes she was seeing the first look of self-doubt. “I guess we’ll find out in a matter of moments if it worked or not.” 

 On the other side of the abandoned factory, Xander took out Francesca’s gag and listened to her cry. Her eyes were lowered and wet snot dripped from her flaring nostrils. “Hey, come on,” he said gently. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you. We’re not bad guys.” 

“You broke the ritual! It took us months to prepare it. Markus and I fought so hard to get here. And you ruined it!” 

 Despite the tears, Xander found it difficult not to notice her extraordinary beauty. There was something noble about the heart-shaped face, the perfectly sloping nose, and the liquid eyes. It was almost like looking at a Disney princess or something. 

“Don’t cry. Really, it will be okay.”

“Who are you people? Did my mother send you?”

“Your mother? No, no, no. We’re like, uh- we’re you know. We deal with evil.” 

 Suddenly, the tears ceased and her eyes narrowed into harsh slits. “I will kill you for what you’ve done. Brutally. Each and every one of you.”

 Xander pursed his lips and glanced back to where Buffy and Willow were, wondering if it was time to cry for help. “I’m just trying to be friendly,” he said, hoping to disarm the tension.

“Ugly scum,” she said, spitting his direction.

“That is so uncalled for!”

 Buffy was still looking at Markus hoping to unnerve him. But as her eyes lingered over his dark face and body she began to feel slightly aroused. His voice was so deep and imposing and his attitude was getting the better of her. Was it just that he was so confident? Or is really the spell taking effect?

“That ritual of yours,” said Buffy. “How can it be undone?”

“I don’t know. I was never planning to see it broken. I never looked it up.” 

 All of a sudden, Buffy began to feel tingly all over. She shuddered and took a step back from Markus, colliding with the wall. Willow took her by the arm. “B? Are you okay?” 

 It was gloomy in the room but Willow’s pale face still radiated a kind of heavenly beauty. It seemed strange to Buffy that she had never noticed before just how gorgeous her friend was. Was this the spell taking effect? I guess it is.

 Nevertheless, she found it difficult to stop herself from putting her arms around Willow, especially knowing her friend wouldn’t resist. “B-B?” she stammered. “What’s going on?” 

 Buffy nuzzled against the redhead’s chest, feeling the softness of her humble boobs against her cheeks. She smiled. “I’ve always thought you were so cute, you know. That this stuff would be putting you in danger. You’re so hot when you want to be.” 

 Realizing what she had said made her blush with shame. It had come out of nowhere, too. What am I saying? At this point, she was certain that the spell must be screwing with her mind. I need to stay focused. Stay strong. God, what am I doing?

 Though Buffy worried about what Willow might say, she could feel her friend’s fingers down across her back to grope a feel of her ass. “I’ve always loved you,” said Willow. “I’m glad I can say it now.”

 The whole thing felt unnatural yet neither one could stop acting on their impulses. Having their bodies touch almost took away whatever free will they had to resist. Buffy smothered Willow against her chest and glanced over to Markus. His eyes were closed. “So it did work…” 

 Just what dark body was underneath that robe of his? Buffy had felt a sexual tension between the two of them ever since they first crossed paths, but now that intensified a thousandfold. He was so imposing, yet physically he appeared to be much weaker. She wondered if she could dominate him till she broke that strong willed look of his.

 She went over and cut his bonds, then pulled the robe off to reveal his muscular chest. Markus rose and kissed her deeply while Willow joined in and embraced them both, kissing Buffy’s pale neck and his strong dark shoulder. 

“I warned you not to come into the circle,” he said as his powerful hand gripped her ass. 

 Buffy trembled and bit on his lip, grinding her palm against his cock through the robe. It felt huge. “I guess I fucked up.”

 She understood well enough that these were the effects of the spell but that did not make them any less real in the moment. Her entire body wanted her to commit to fucking, and the rational part of her brain told her that there was nothing to worry about. That they would find a way to break the spell’s effects in the future. And that no matter what happened now, it could be excused since they were all blameless for what their bodies told them to do.

 Buffy undid Markus’ robe the whole way and glanced down at the thick cock dangling between his legs. His skin was dark all over, including his lips and the tip of his cock, and it felt oddly satisfying to see that ebony dick throbbing in her white hand. 

 Willow put her hand down and lovingly massaged his balls as she licked his neck. Are we really doing this? We aren’t even using protection. But if Buffy thought this was acceptable to do, then she was too weak to turn back from it. It wasn’t like she got that much sexual action to satisfy her appetites in general. But now that those appetites were dialed up to a hundred, it was a relief to be able to do away with them. 

 As this was happening, Xander was watching Francesca, realizing that something was coming over him. An overwhe He kept wondering what the consequences would be if he fucked her right then and there. What would Buffy and Willow say?

“The spell is working,” said Francesca with a shuddering breath.

“What?”

“Untie me!” she yelled. “Do it now. Do it, you stupid idiot, and run away. Don’t let me find you or else…” 

 As Xander made eye contact with her, he could see her hard gaze soften. She went from targeting him as an enemy to watching him almost lovingly, a gentle curve on her lips. “I want you,” she said next. “So much. I want to make love to your body. You need to go.” 

 Xander had never felt so hard and so conflicted. Of course, Buffy and Willow weren’t that far away. But he didn’t want to miss an opportunity with a babe like this. Especially not when there was such a good excuse for why he would give into it. 

“What are you doing?” Francesca whined. 

 Xander cut the ropes and lifted her up. He gave her a kiss that she resisted with a final shudder before she gave in and kissed him back. Her mouth tasted surprisingly sweet. Almost like cherries. Her perfume was so strong as their bodies grinded together that it made his brain fuzzy. 

 Xander moved his hand across her body, feeling her generous curves, then violently ripped the robe away from her. He was surprised to see an Asian girl with breasts as full as hers. Fucking nice. But even better were the breeding hips that were so obscenely large for her size. She was almost like a fuckdoll. 

“God, I love you,” he whispered.

“Stop, I belong to Markus!” Despite the warning in her words, she almost moaned them and went on beaming at him, moving her hands over his biceps. “I’m a virgin. I’m-” 

 Xander turned her around harshly and slapped her plump butt. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He grinned and pulled on her ear. “You have no idea.” 

 Buffy could hear the echoing squeal but it did not interrupt her as she knelt before Markus. “Franny…” he whispered with worry, but his fingers were wrapped in Buffy’s golden locks. 

 She kissed his black cock the whole way down, tracing her lips and tongue all the way to the tip. He was insanely big. And it had been way too long since she had been fucked by a black stud like him.

 Willow joined in with her and they both sucked on the head of his cock, pleasuring him with their drooling tongues as he stood there and shivered with pleasure. “I love you both so much,” Markus said. “At least, it feels that way. You’re responsible for this.” 

 Buffy buried her face in his balls and stroked his huge shaft - then took both the huge balls in her mouth and sucked them deep inside, trying to swallow them, as his dick throbbed. 

 Willow watched breathlessly, unaware that Buffy was so good at this. “Come here.” Markus grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up, slipping his fingers into her pussy as he sucked on her large tits. 

 On the other side, Xander had entered Francesca and needed to control himself so not to come instantly. She was so tight that there was no doubt in his mind she was serious about being a virgin. The squirming as he took her for the first time was delightful; but Xander grabbed onto her arms and held her in place as he slammed his big dick into her tight Asian pussy again and again.

“Fuuuck, you’re so big!” Francesca shrieked. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” 

 Markus could hear his girlfriend’s screams and there was a look of panic in his eyes. “I must go check on Francesca.” 

 Buffy was still acting as his owner as she squeezed the big black cock in her powerful grip. She gave the underside a few more kisses, then grinned and stood up. “Let’s go, then.” 

 All three of them were naked now as they made their way to the other side of the factory. They could see Xander fucking Francesca from behind, destroying her with his cock as his pants and belt rattled around his ankles. 

 Markus approached them, aroused but heartbroken, watching his lovely girlfriend being taken.

 Francesca only grinned as he appeared, her face heated up and dripping with sweat. “He’s fucking me so good, baby. I love to get fucked.” 

 Xander squeezed her big natural tits and winked Markus. “This is a nice girl you’ve got, buddy. I’ll give her back to you in a bit.” 

 Buffy came over and gave Francesca a kiss, sticking her ass out. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked. 

 Out of all of them, Markus appeared to be the one most regretful of what was happening. Though he was hard and clearly enjoying himself physically, there was a tearful look in his eyes as he watched Francesca getting fucked right next to him by another man. Buffy could understand his misery. But who made you conduct this ritual? Torture that poor werewolf? This is karma. 

 Markus slammed into her with so much power that she knew that deep down he was burning with fury. But that was fine with her. “Is that all you’ve got? Even when we’ve taken your girlfriend and fucked her?” Buffy teased. “Be a real man.” 

 His nostrils flared and his mouth twisted. He gave her ass such a loud slap that everyone looked over to make sure that Buffy was okay. That sure got him going. The stud rammed his BBC right into her ass, grinding his way up as far as it would go. His lips touched her ear. “Fuck you,” he whispered intensely. “And fuck your friends.”

 Buffy laughed and reached back to stroke his face. “Oh, you will, stud. You will.” 

 Markus fucked her as Xander went on taking Francesca. Willow watched both couples at work, wondering when her turn would come. She took each of the men by the balls and caressed them as they went to work on the two girls, impatient for her own turn. Why was she always the one left out? “You guys are having a lot of fun!” she said, laughing jealousy.

 Xander pistoned Francesca into an orgasm and then pulled out to rub her pussy. Her legs were shaking weakly as her juices dripped all across the floor, her eyes looking up towards the decrepit ceiling as she howled in pleasure. 

 Xander left her trembling as he turned his attention to Willow instead. He grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her up, bringing her pussy to this dick. “I’ve always wanted this.” 

 Willow put her arms around him and kissed him. “Same.” 

 The fucking went on, but most of them could hardly keep track of what was happening anymore. They were grabbing and kissing one another, coming together into a mass of hot flesh as everyone sought to fuck everyone else. 

 Markus finally got his chance to go with his Francesca - while Xander took her from behind. Both Buffy and Willow grinded themselves against the two men, dropping down to worship their balls and cocks as they used the unstable-looking Asian girl. 

 The two men fucked her thoroughly, making her whimper as her virgin body was used up in every hole like that of a whore in the very same night that she was losing her virginity. Buffy could tell that Markus was far more experienced, and that Xander was way better at this than she had ever thought.  

 When the two men finished with Francesca, Buffy and Willow took her trembling body and spread it in their laps, moving their pale fingers all over her smooth copper skin. 

 Markus and Xander watched one another, unable not to think of what went on between them. Markus knew that this was the man that stole his girlfriend’s virginity, and Xander knew that what he did was deeply in the wrong. But they slowly came in and ended up kissing, grabbing each other by the cocks and stroking vigorously. 

“You took her,” whispered Markus. 

 Xander shuddered as the strong black hand groped his dick. “Feel free to punish me however you see fit.” 



 When Buffy woke up it was dawn again. The last thing she could remember was Xander being on top of her hours before and then nothing. The spell, she thought. God, what did we do?

 The other four were lying on the ground next to her and it appeared that they had slept like animals, completely naked. Buffy rushed and got dressed, then came back and woke Willow up. “Get up, it’s time to go.” 

 Xander was sleeping nestled between Markus and Francesca and she twisted his arm to get him awake. His eyes opened and Buffy pointed to the two mages. She mouthed a get-up and waited for him to dress.

 What happened was a mistake and a tragedy. Buffy knew she would have to find out a way to break the spell. The arousal from the night before was still there, but she found it easier to control it now, knowing that if she spent too long in the presence of the couple they met things would deteriorate. Though the same went for the gang. 

“What do we do?” Xander asked, pointing to them. “Do we just leave them here?”

 Buffy smirked and slapped her hands together. “Wake up!” she yelled. “Good morning.” 

 Markus and Francesca yawned and stretched on the ground. “What’s happening?”

“It appears that your little ritual last night did work. I don’t remember that much,” she lied, knowing full well she had tasted everyone there, “but it’s time to end things here. I’m going to try to find a way to break the spell, hopefully without any of us meeting again. Where can I find you two?”

“We’re going back to college,” said Markus. “But you have no right to undo the ritual. You can’t.”

“I will,” said Buffy.

“Look!” Francesca yelled. “The worst has already happened. You guys just need to keep your distance, okay? Even if the attraction is there, nothing will happen so long as we stay separated. Just let us go.”

“I can’t hang out with my friends if we just want to fuck each other as soon as meet.” Buffy crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “So just tell me where you are. Please, don’t put me in the awkward situation of having to track you down, because I will.”

 Xander thought about what she was saying as they told her where they lived. Hard to say how much he agreed with all of that. As far as he could tell, the night before was enjoyable. Almost magical. Well, technically, it was definitely magical since magic had been involved in the ritual they got swept up in, but that didn’t change much. I fucked three girls in one night, he thought, feeling pretty good about himself for once. And he had deflowered one of the hottest girls he’d ever seen. 

 He was more than up to having sex with Buffy and Willow on a daily basis, too, and he could sense that Willow was leaning to his side as well. Only Buffy remained adamantly opposed. “Come on,” she told them, “let’s get going.” 

 Xander took a final look back at Markus and Francesca, waving them goodbye as they went to the car. “You didn’t have to be so rude.”

 Buffy raised a questioning eyebrow. “They were sacrificing a werewolf to spur on their love, Xander. You don’t think that’s bad?”

“It’s bad, for sure; but they don’t seem like bad people. And that werewolf was pretty bad too, right?”

“Get in the car.” Buffy slammed the door and left no room for debate.

 Their drive back home was a lot quieter than the drive to the factory, and the sexual tension in the air was undeniable. All three of them were horny and trying to hide the fact. Xander was stuck in the back while Willow was in the front next to Buffy, looking like they were having a way harder time with it than cool vampire slayer.

 In reality, Buffy could barely keep her eyes on the road from how wet she was. She was horny enough that it was making her distracted and just touching the gear shift reminded her of a dick. “Should make a stop here,” she said, pulling into a gas station. 

 She got out of the car and rushed into the toilet. Then she locked herself in one of the stalls and reached down into her pants, rubbing her clit at the thought of what occurred the night before. To think that she had fucked both Xander and Willow and that they were available to fuck even right now if she wanted it. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. 

 Instead she touched herself breathlessly till she came, juices running down her fingers. She came out of the stall and washed her face. 

 Back in the car, Xander and Willow were talking. “What happened wasn’t the end of the world,” he said.

“Right,” Willow agreed. “I think Buffy is overreacting a little.”

“Right? It’s just sex. Nobody got hurt.”

“I got a little hurt.” She giggled and glanced back at him. “But I don’t hold it against you. It was the heat of the moment.”

 Looking at her sweet face, all Xander could imagine was slapping her down to her knees and facefucking her till she wept all over his cock. “Yeah. Of cour-” 

 Buffy opened the door and slipped back into her seat. The seatbelt clicked. “Time to go.” 

“Are we really not going to talk about what happened last night?” Willow asked.

“What’s there to talk about?” Buffy shrugged. “There was an accident and that’s that.”



 That evening when they got back to town and went their separate ways, Xander felt a pang of physical pain to get away from the two of them. It felt wrong to abandon Markus and Francesca before as well; but it was even worse to be completely alone without any of them. God damn it, he thought. 

 He meant to keep his mind off of what happened. At first he locked himself in his room and jerked off, hoping it would go away. That maybe this was pure lust that could be consumed in some other way. 

 But by the end of it, he felt miserable. Buffy’s rejection of acknowledging what happened struck him as a kind of betrayal of what their relationship could be. They were all affected by the spell, so why couldn’t she just live with it at least until they canceled its effects? Does she think we’re that bad? 

 He thought of calling Willow but she would probably be too scared to go against Buffy that directly. 

 In the end, he would just have to wait. 

 But just as he turned in his bed to go to sleep he could hear his phone ringing. “Hello?” he asked breathlessly.

“Xander?” said Francesca. He recognized her voice instantly, and a pleasing warmth spilled over his body.

“Francesca. It’s you.” He grinned stupidly. “How did you get this number?”

“There aren’t that many Xanders, thankfully. I told you, our families are connected.”

“Right. You did.”

“You really screwed things up for me, you know. My boyfriend is not himself anymore.”

“Your boyfriend shouldn’t have sacrificed a werewolf.” It was a bad defense. But what else could he say? I couldn’t help myself from wanting to fuck your sweet virgin pussy?

“True. That was his idea. He’s diabolically inclined and always pushing things. I said a rabbit would suffice. But now he said we should keep our distance for the time being. Until things get figured out.” 

 Though it wasn’t his relationship, he could feel his heart sink. To think that any harm came to any of the five made him deeply unhappy. “I want to talk to him and help him.” 

 Francesca giggled darkly. “How nice of you. Why don’t you come help me first? Tomorrow, maybe. I’ll try to get him there, too.” 

“I’d like that. Sorry about last night, you know. It’s just that I haven’t seen anyone as beautiful as you. I think the worst part of me took over.”

“That’s okay. It felt pretty fucking good,” she said, laughing awkwardly. “Uhm, come tomorrow. Text me your email and I’ll send you the address and stuff.” 

 Xander could hardly sleep during the night thinking that the next morning he would be flying in to see them again. The only real problem was Buffy. He called her up as soon as he woke up to check in.

“Are we doing anything today?”

“I’m just researching this thing,” she said. “Trying to help Will.” 

“The ritual?”

“What else?” she snapped. “Listen, I know this must be harder for you being a guy and all, but we need to keep our distance. I’m not at home right now and I don’t want you to tell me where you are either. Let’s just avoid each other until this is all over.” 

 That sounded perfect to him. “I think I might just tap out for the day. Do you mind?”

“I’ll call you if there’s an emergency. And Xander.”

“Hm?” 

“Don’t pressure Will into anything. I love you, but I’ll kill you if you do.” 

“Copy that. Locked away and sealed like an ancient evil.” 

 Xander took a long shower and put on his best clothes, then took off. 

 The college the two were attending was on the other side of the state. In the few hours it took to drive over there, Xander struggled to contain himself, constantly getting the instinct of calling up one of them just to hear their voices. He wondered about what would happen to him if Buffy found out about everything. He could probably squeeze his way out of it by saying he had no control. That was true, after all. But it was also true that given the chance, he would have undoubtedly gone to sleep with Francesca and Markus either way. 

 The part about being well-off must have been true, too, since the apartment building his GPS took him to was in the richest part of town. He called Francesca when he got there, as instructed. “Wait for me,” she told him. “It might take a bit.” 

 A bit was an understatement, since it took her a whole two hours to get downstairs, and by that point it got dark. But Xander had waited patiently in his car until she came out of the building and started walking. Her outfit was breathtaking: a tight white sweater that tucked into a pair of jeans that went high-up her waist, leaving her dark hair shimmering at the back.

 He followed her quietly for a while, then she finally glanced at him and made a sign for him to park. Francesca got in the car and sighed. “My parents are being difficult; we don’t have much time.” 

 I barely know her, thought Xander, though his heart beat in her presence like they were longtime lovers.

 He did not have to ask to start. Her long lashes fluttered as she looked at him, then she smirked. Her small hand came to his knees, then caressed his thigh all the way up to his dick. “Drive,” she ordered. “I’ll tell you where to go.” 

 Xander took off and tried to keep his foot steady as she took out his cock and stroked it. He was so big for her that even she sounded impressed. “You must have really missed me.”

“You know I have.”

“It’s only just been a day,” she said. “This is all very weird. I feel like myself. But am I being myself? It’s hard to say. All I know is that I need to get fucked,” she stated emphatically. “And it’s gotta be one of you four.”

 Her slender fingers wrapped around his cock and jerked him rhythmically as he drove down the main street. Francesca licked her upper lip tantalizingly, then bit down hard on the lower one. For whatever it was worth, she appeared to be as aroused as he was. Maybe even more. “Come on. We’re almost there.” 

 She made him park at another building then called up Markus on the phone. “Come down,” she ordered over the phone. “I’m here with our friend. And I need to get fucked. If you don’t come, I’m just going to do it with him alone. So, choose.” 

 After she ended the call on that threat Markus came down in less than a minute. He wore a black blazer over a navy sweater, and the whole outfit gave him a priestly-look that combined with his height and muscular physique made Xander feel giddy. He had always been attracted to guys but was always too shy and self-conscious to go along with it. This was finally an opportunity to seek that out. 

“Markus is older than you, right?”

 Francesca gave him a sideway glance. “That’s right. Why do you ask?” 

 Because poor Markus seemed a lot more like a serious person than either of them. Even more stern than Buffy. That had to be some sort of feat. He probably must have sought out many girls before he finally settled on Francesca, so Xander could imagine his frustration in having her be tied to others and losing her virginity to a younger guy. But all of that made this that much better.

 Markus got in the back of the car and sighed furiously. His dark eyes watched the people passing them by the car. “You need to go back home,” he told Francesca. “And you need to go back to your boss.”

“Buffy. She’s not my boss.”

“You take her orders, making her your superior. I don’t care about how you cope with that mentally. Either way, what happened the other night was an accident. I’ve been looking into today and I think I’ve found a way to reverse the ritual. More importantly, there are some spells that might help us forget what happened.”

“Why would you want that?” asked Xander.

“You think I want to remember that night? What you did?” Markus shook his head. “Go home, friend. I mean it…” 

 Though his words were harsh his tone was slowly softening. Francesca took off her seat belt and slipped next to him in the back. “Drive,” she said, putting her hand down on his crotch.

“Where?” asked Xander.

“W-What are you doing?” Markus stammered. “Francesca, please…”

“You said you’re going to get us to forget, right? So what does it matter if we just have a little fun in the meantime? It makes no difference.” 

 In the rearview mirror Xander could see her kissing him and then his strong black hands coming to her ass. He put the car into gear and drove away from the main street and slowly made his way to the outskirts of the town. 

 The place was cool and dark, surrounded by trees, and by the time they got there Markus had already taken off her sweater and was sucking on her big breasts. “My parents are going to wonder where I am,” she was saying.

 Xander got out of the car and opened the door for the two of them. Francesca jumped him and gave him a longing kiss full of emotion. The big warm tits rubbed against him and he could only respond by smacking her ass dominantly. He pushed her against one of the trees and got behind her, ready to take her in the same way she had been taken before. 

 But this time Markus got behind Xander, ready to fuck him as revenge. “You give it to her, and I’m going to give it to you, my friend,” he whispered. 

 Xander gave him a look over the shoulder and their eyes locked. “I think I’m pretty okay with that.” 

 Markus nodded and then the two kissed deeply as the big black cock wandered towards Xander’s ass. “Come on!” Francesca yelled. “Fuck me!” 

 Xander wrapped his fingers and got a solid hold on her waist while Markus put a possessive arm around his waist. Markus did the same to him and Xaner could feel the big black cock going into him even as his own white dick penetrated Francesca. “Fuck,” they both said in unison.

 Markus used his superior strength to squish both as he power-thrusted from the end. “Stop squirming!” he snapped. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You’re both compromised at this point. No complaints.” 

 Xander buried his face against Francesca’s and kissed her deeply while his dick nestled in her pussy. Markus was fucking him so hard that his own dick naturally got buried deeper and deeper into Francesca. “Fuck, that’s so good,” she whispered. “So good.” 

 Xander sucked her tongue into his mouth and caressed her hair. “Your girlfriend is so nice and tight.” 

 Markus slapped his ass and then hers. “You both deserve so much worse than this. Get on your fucking knees.” 

 He spoke with such command that they immediately obeyed and knelt before him. Francesca wrapped her lips around the big black cock instantly, trying to deepthroat it to the best of her ability. It was strange. She was a girl that was a virgin the day before but now acted like a complete slut. Possessed, almost. Though Xander wanted to think the ritual barely affected him it was impossible to deny that these two were very much acting of the norm, and that he probably was too. 

 He brought his own lips to Markus’ cock and worshiped it along with Francesca, both of them doing their best to pleasure him. He groaned loudly and picked her up, hugging her against his body. “Take her ass,” he told Xander. 

 The two guys sandwiched her between them, Markus sending his dick into her pussy while Xander made his way up her ass. Francesca yelped and shrieked up into the night air as they ripped through her. There was no one to save her. Her curvy and slutty Asian body belonged to them.  

 Xander and Markus fucked her with all their might, holding her up between them as she got impaled by both their cocks. Francesca struggled to deal with having them both inside; but she loved it all the same. Even as she squirmed, her hands were skimming over their strong bodies in worship, her pussy and ass trying to milk both their dicks at once.

“So good,” she said, kissing Markus. Her fingers moved through Xander’s hair lovingly. Then she brought him in and added him into the threeway kiss as their powerful cocks throbbed inside of her. 

 She was shaking so hard and kissing them so breathlessly that it was easy to tell she was coming, and likely not for the first time. Markus sensed that her sensitivity had increased. But rather than stopping he lowered himself a bit and then shot back up, delivering his cock as high up as it could go.

“W-Wait!” Francesca said, trying to get off.

 But the guys held her arms and legs, forcing her to take the final assault on her tenderized ass and pussy as she lived through her orgasms. “Fuuuck!” she shrieked. “Let me go! Let me go, you fucking assholes!” 

 She slapped them and screamed, bit them and spit on them,;but the two did not stop until she sobbed from how much it hurt, till their cocks were buried so deep that they grinded her pussy and ass into gaping holes. Xander kissed her neck and left marks on it as he came while Markus sucked on her tongue. 

 They put her on the hood of the car when they finished, and Francesca just spasmed and moaned uncontrollably. 

“Good work,” said Xander. 

 Markus crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. “Do you have a girlfriend, Xander?”

“Me? No…”

“That’s a shame. Rather unfair that we just have to use mine. Those friends of yours weren’t bad.” 

 Xander thought of how strange this moment was. Standing naked next to Markus, both of their still-throbbing cocks dripping as they watched Francesca trying to cradle herself. “Buffy’s difficult. I think Willow might be into this, but not without her permission.”

“Willow, huh? The redhead. I liked her.” 

 Xander grinned. “She’s nice.”

“You should bring her this weekend. Maybe we can have a longer day. Just the four of us.”

“Hey now! I thought you were all about putting an end to this.”

“I am,” said Markus. “You know, you deserve to be beaten to a pulp for taking Francesca. But somehow, I can’t get myself to hate you at all. It’s very frustrating.” 

 Xander smirked and put his arm around him. “You’re a good mage.” 

 Markus grinned. “You’re damn right I am. Maybe I’ll kill you after this is over with. Or just take you to my torture dungeon.” 

 The thought of that sent a shiver of arousal through Xander and he could feel his cock pulsing back to life. “We’ve been dealing with monsters for a long time.” 

“Is that what you take me for, Xander? A monster?” Markus pretended to be indignant; but then then he smiled proudly. “You aren’t wrong.”

 Xander could feel the tension between them and came in for a kiss. Markus tenderly took him in his arms and kissed him back, and for a moment Xander could feel their cocks moving against one another, hardening anew.

 Francesca was slowly coming back. She spread her limbs on the hook and then looked up at the bright starry sky. “That was so nice. I need to go home now.” 

“How unfortunate. Will you take her, Xander?” 

“Huh? What about you?” 

  Markus was already getting dressed and looked towards the nearby forest with interest. “I had some business here anyway. I might as well get it done now.”

 Xander gave him a long look. “In the forest? You have business in the spooky forest at night?”

 Markus returned the look strongly and zipped up his pants. “Yes. Indeed.” 

“Do you need… help?” 

“No,” he said matter-of-factly. “We will talk later. See about your friend, Xander. And let the blonde bitch know that next month, we can undo this. On the next full moon. I’ll focus on the ingredients in the meantime.” 

 Xander watched him walk into the forest without another word and wondered what the hell he was up to. “Is your boyfriend always like that?” 

 Francesca put her arms around him tightly and kissed his chest. “Yeah. He’s not the most fun guy. But he comes from a very powerful family.” 

“And you?”

“A shitty middling one, what else?” 

 Xander was starting to understand the situation between the two. Markus probably loved her in earnest. But Francesca likely didn’t. Was that why he wanted the ritual?

 Francesca came up to pull on his earlobe. “Honestly, this has been very fun. Why don’t you let me sneak you into my house tonight?”

“Are you crazy? I have to get back.” 

 She slapped him gently. “I thought you were the fun one.” 

“No, I’m the funny one,” he said pointedly, gently refusing her and lowering her arms from his body. “Come on, let’s get you home.” 



 Three days passed since the events of that night when they broke into the factory, but Willow could not put it out of her mind. 

 She had been told to stay put so that was what she did. She stayed in, reading books, watching movies, and playing games. But the whole experience felt hollow - soulless. Why was she doing such useless things? Why when she knew she could be out there spending her time with such wonderful people instead? 

 She resented Buffy for being made to feel like this, but another part of her told her that these feelings would pass. According to the most recent news that came through, they would be cured of the worst of these effects the next month. But Willow really wondered if that would solve anything. She knew that these types of spells could make people feel madly in love when there was no cause for it. 

 But there was not just love for her; there was lust as well. Ever since she had been fucked so well she just needed more of it. It was as if the floodgates had opened and now she needed to be pleasured all the time. She ended up touching herself relentlessly while watching porn, but it was the same four people she saw: Buffy, mainly, then Xander and their other two new friends, Markus and Francesca. 

 Why doesn’t she want this? Willow kept wondering. Buffy was the one guilty for bringing this whole thing about yet she was also the one most vocal about stopping it. What was the problem with having sex together? Sure, they could’ve left the strangers out of it, they barely knew those two. But what was wrong with the gang enjoying themselves from time to time? Some people are just so stuffy. 

 The need to be loved, cared for, and filled up became so strong that Willow considered hooking up with some strangers. Anything would feel better than being alone like this. 

 She was under the sheets, eating chocolate and watching a romance when Xander called her. “Will,” he said. Just hearing his voice made her feel happy.

“Xander!” she cried. “Finally. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Really?” He sounded so surprised that it hurt her feelings a little. Of course she missed him. “I missed you too. Say, Will, uhm. How are you dealing with all of this?”

“Not well at all. It feels horrible.” 

“Same, same. You know, I personally think Buffy is exaggerating.” 

“Me too. It’s just sex. It’s not like we hate each other.” Being on the phone with him was enough to turn her on so much that she put her hand down and started fingering herself. “God…” A gasp left her lips. 

“Will. I went to see them.” 

 Willow shuddered. “What?”

“I couldn’t take it anymore. I don’t see the point in this whole thing. It’s a spell, we know it is, so why torture ourselves? Things will go back to normal when it’s over, right?”

 Willow doubted that part. She could still taste Buffy and Xander on her tongue. How could she forget that night? “Right.”

“I want to take you tonight. Out. To see them too.” 

“I want to. But what about Buffy?” 

“We’ll deal with her afterwards. She’s not the boss of us.” 

 Willow gulped fearfully. “I guess.”

“Get dressed. I’m going to come pick you up.” He hung up.

 That was it? Willow wasn’t sure how much time she had, but she rushed out of bed and headed over to shower. She blow-dried her hair as she put on her panties and socks, afraid that he might be there at any moment. We’re going to go see them. Just the thought made her wet. 

 At first she put on jeans and a shirt, but there was no way she would go there looking like that. She took off her socks and slipped into a red dress. It was from a few years ago but she hadn’t grown much since then. And she certainly hadn’t gotten fucked while wearing it as she fantasized at the time. But maybe that wasn’t such a bad look for the occasion. 

 Willow managed to get everything done by the time Xander arrived, so he could greet him at the door in her dress, with the wavy red locks spilling down her sides.

“Jesus!” He laughed and smiled. “You look incredible.” 

 Willow blushed. “Thanks…” 

“I bet Markus will like to see you like that.”

“Why do you say that?”

“He asked to see you last time. Francesca too.” 

 Willow looked around the neighborhood as they talked, afraid Buffy was going to emerge and come after them at any moment. “This is wrong,” she said. “I know it is. But I don’t care.” 

 She put her arms around Xander and kissed him deeply. “Let’s go,” she said. “Before she actually finds out.” 

 Once they got in the car, Xander drove so fast that Willow felt like he was trying to take off the ground. He told her about what Markus said last time and Willow found it interesting to think about.

“So we might forget this whole thing? Maybe that’s for the best.” 

 Xander sighed. “I don’t know about that. But I guess there will be a majority voting that way.”

“You think Buffy wants to forget?”

“Of course. I bet she’s pretty upset. After all, she’s the one that caused this. Markus warned her not to step into that circle.”

“We went after her.”

“Of course we did,” he said. “We love her, don’t we?” 

 They parked the car at the hotel and got out together. They went to pick up a key from the lobby, then headed up to the room. 

 Markus and Francesca were already there waiting for them. Still dressed, actually. She was in his lap while Markus kissed her and stroked her face. But as soon as Willow walked in, both of them stared at her.

“Wow,” said Francesca. “You look hot.” 

“So you brought her after all,” said Markus. “Hello again, Willow.” 

 Willow blushed and waved at them both. “Hey…” 

 Markus stood up and came to kiss her deeply. Willow could tell from the way he breathed and touched her body that he could barely help himself. All of them had pent-up feelings they wanted to get rid of.

“Xander said you might have a spell for us to forget all of this,” she said. 

“Maybe. I hope so.” He kissed her neck and sniffed her perfume. Then he brought his mouth up to her ear. “But I hope to fuck you so hard tonight that if you lose your memories you’ll always wonder what made you so loose.”

 Markus threw her onto the bed and came after her, starting to undress himself. Xander was already down to his underwear, getting stripped by Francesca as they made out. 

 Willow wondered what it said about her that she relished this moment. That the excitement of being with more than one person turned her on so much. Should she have been worried about what this said about her deeper self? 

 But the moment Markus’ cock entered her, there was no more room for any of that. All she could think about and feel was the big black cock stretching her pussy and the hard muscular body lying on top of her. 

“I’ve always liked redheads,” he whispered, though his girlfriend was only a little distance away, arms wrapped around Xander. “I would have enjoyed making you mine under different circumstances as well.” 

“Thank you,” said Willow, unsure of what else to say. 

 She felt so aroused that all she could do was gasp and moan from how good he felt. Markus started out with a few confident and solid thrusts; but then he picked up in speed, fucking her so rough that the sound of their flesh slapping together and her wet pussy filled hears. Next to her, Xander had put Francesca in a mating press, and blood trickled from his back from how she scratched him. 

 What’s wrong with us? Willow wondered. They were fucking so roughly that it was difficult not to think of the creature that had been sacrificed to bring this ritual about. That werewolf…

 Markus bit her neck so hard that she panicked he might have drawn blood. Then he sucked her tongue into his mouth and turned her around, putting her in a mating press just like Francesca. Willow’s slender white limbs wrapped around his massive black torso, holding onto him as he devoured her, ravished her, and moulded her pussy after his cock. 

 Nestling her face against his hard chest, she kissed him and thought only of how good it felt to get fucked like this. I don’t want this to stop. Ever. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” he said, slamming into her with so much power that Willow came instantly and mewled in response, trembling weakly against him. 



 Back home, Buffy was lying in bed reading about the potential after effects of rituals like these. “Even while the spell is broken lessened effects may linger on some of the victims…” she read aloud. “Variance to be expected based on the person involved and the strength of the spell.” 

 She ran her palms over her face and yawned. The quicker this nightmare would be over, the better. She could forget one awful night. But that needed to be the end of it. 

 Still, she wondered what the other two were doing. First she called Xander but noticed he wasn’t picking up. Then she called Willow and got the same. 

 It was 2am, so they could have very well been asleep. 
 And yet Buffy got a strange feeling that told her that was almost certainly not the case. 
