Chapter 3 - New Beginning


 A full moon shone in the clear sky. 

 Xander drove down the empty road as a countdown of the best country hits played on the radio. Every so often he heard banging from the back that shook the whole van; but despite the bloodrush and the goosebumps that spread over his arms, he knew he was safe. 

 The other year one of the werewolves woke up early, somehow broke out of the chains and toppled the entire van in an attempt to get to Xander. It was a true stroke of luck that he decided to take his crossbow for safety, something he hadn’t done in years. He shot the werewolf once through the neck and then got out of the car and finished it off. It didn’t feel good to kill it, but dying would’ve felt a lot worse.

 It happened next to the woods so he hid the body - Markus wasn’t pleased. “Don’t rush it next time,” he said, irked by the incident. There was no need for anger. Xander’s self-esteem was at such an all-time low that anything more than a simple observation might’ve made him break down entirely.

 Either way, this time he made sure to start early. Markus’ yearly bounding ritual was still a few days away, but Xander got the werewolf in advance. He’ll be happy, he thought.

 The gas was running low. As Xander saw a nearby station coming up, he flipped the switch on the back of the van and slowed up to give the tranq gas a few seconds to make its effects. The werewolf was soothed, and then he went to get his refill. 

 As he got back into the van his phone rang. “Xander,” said Markus on the other line. “Where are you?”

“I’m about five hours away from home. Why? Something wrong?”

“You haven’t had trouble, have you?”

“Trouble?” Xander thought about that. “Not that I know of.” Though he was feeling worried now.

“Good. No reason to waste time on the phone, then. Secure the shipment and come see me tomorrow.” 

“I want to know,” he insisted. He knew it was taboo to speak back against Markus, and usually he never did. But lately, he had been doing it more and more, and both of them knew it. 

 Markus decided over a decade ago to not to involve Xander in the binding ritual any longer. “I trust you,” he had said. The stated reason was that Xander was trustworthy enough as it was and this further strengthened their bond. Though Xander suspected it had more to do with saving him the pain of longing after Markus and the girls since he was always sent away. 

 After a period of pregnant silence, Markus clicked his tongue and spoke: “A few of these werewolves have noticed the disappearance of their brethren. They’re networking to protect one another. Obviously, most of them remain uninvolved, but going forward we should be careful.”

“I got this one in the middle of nowhere.”

“I know,” said Markus. “You did well, I never said otherwise. Will there be anything else, Xander?”

 The slightly peeved tone said it all. “No, sir.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 As the call ended, Xander took off and decided not to stop until he made it all the way back home.

 It was morning by the time he made it back. The new house Markus got for him was just outside of town. Xander backed his van into the garage and made sure things were safe, then got ready to transfer the werewolf to the underground holding cell. 

 It wasn’t his first time doing it, but he was surprised this time by the werewolf in question. Usually, it was hard to say what you were getting in human form if they transformed back. Maybe it would be some huge hairy gorilla that could knock his teeth out. Or maybe it would be some skinny kid old lady. 

 This time, Xander saw, it was a girl. 

 Not just any girl, but some young and rather petite brunette lying there completely naked in the back of his truck. Her skin was ivory white and her medium-sized breasts were round, perky, and perfectly squeezed together. A strip of black hair was left unshaved but perfectly tended above her tiny pussy. As she turned and he saw her bubble butt facing his way it was difficult not to get slightly aroused. The girl was entirely at his mercy now. He could’ve done anything to her. Not even Markus could’ve helped her. 

 The werewolf turned again and her pitch black eyes opened as he stared at her.  She let out a scared gasp and moved back. “Get away from me,” she stammered, her voice cracking. “Get away.” 

“You’re going to have to come with me,” said Xander.

“Where?” 

“Listen, I haven’t slept in two days. You can come willingly and I can order you a pizza or something. Or I can shoot you and drag you there until you wake up all by yourself.” 

 Reluctantly, she processed and acknowledged his statement. “I need clothes.”

“No, you don’t. Come on.” 

 Xander kept his distance as she slid out of the van. He opened the hatch that led into the basement and then escorted her from behind into the neat little cell. The bed there was comfortable and had clean sheets. Water too. Built just like a state-of-the-art prison. 

 Xander closed the gate behind her. “What type of pizza you want?”

“Are you going to kill me?” Her eyes went wide and she gulped audibly. “My name is Aubrey, I-”

“I don’t care.” He would rather not know. Bad enough that they were killing these innocent people. They were werewolves, sure, but still...

“-I’m nineteen, I work as a clerk, I…” 

 Annoyed, Xander left her talking and went upstairs. He ordered pizza for the both of them and took one to her, trying to ignore her pleas for help.

 He crashed on the couch after just a few slices and awoke in the afternoon with Markus standing over him. 

 It had been over ten years since they first met, but with his hairless head Markus looked entirely unchanged. “I’m sorry for disturbing you, Xander.” He wore a dark suit with a coat that went all the way down to his polished shoes. “Shall we talk?” 

 The two took a stroll around the back garden as they filled each other in on what’s been happening. “Elizabeth is going to her first ballet lesson today,” said Markus. 

 The thought of the little cutie dancing made Xander smile in spite of his bad mood. He could not look at Willow, Francesca, and Buffy as he once did, nor at Xander nor himself. But at least the kids were worth protecting. They didn’t do anything wrong. And though they were all gifted, it was clearly Willow and Markus’ daughter Elizabeth that stood out. The two boys from Buffy and Francesca did not quite satisfy, and were sent abroad.

“Good for her,” said Xander. 

“It is,” Markus agreed. “She’s getting better and better at everything. Though studying must come first. A mage depends on her knowledge.” 

 Xander glanced at his master standing there and looking bleakly at the sun, wondering what those gears inside of his polished ebony head were moving towards. He imagined that Markus’ world was undoubtedly much bigger than he let on. Xander wasn’t a mage and without Buffy, well, he wasn’t much at all except some average guy to send on busywork.

“If I could go back I’d never have kids at all, you know,” said Markus.

“Really?”

“It’s too much to worry about. Really, all of this is too much. Sometimes I miss the simple life. Just me and my books. Those were the good old days.” He took some time and then sighed.

 Then why did you take so much? Xander wanted to ask, but didn’t. Markus intuited it since he frowned. “You don’t love me anymore, do you, Xander?”

“Of course I do.”

“No. You’re loyal. The most loyal. But you have contempt for me. You no longer respect me. Or rather, you don’t look up to me as you once did.”

 Xander shrugged, too tired to put up an intense pretense. “Didn’t you just say you wish you didn’t have this life? Why would I want it?”

“Whatever happens, Xander, I want you to know that you’re my best man. If I die, then it all goes to you. The girls, the kids, all of it. At least for a time. Elizabeth can take over later.”

“I don’t want it,” said Xander quickly. “I’m just an idiot.” 

 Markus raised his hand and tenderly brushed his cheek. It had been days since Xander shaved it properly and the sound of the coarse hairs being stroked by another person startled him, though the warmth of Markus’ hand was getting his heart to beat. “Let’s go check on that prisoner.”

 As they went downstairs and saw the sleeping captive, Markus’ eyes gleamed and traced the curves of her sweet body. “I see you’ve gotten quite the catch this time. No problems, I hope?”

“I don’t think so. What was that about werewolves coming together?”

“It seems some of them have become aware that their numbers are disappearing. So they’re on the lookout more than before. It shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Really, I wonder if we should dispense with this ritual altogether. I don’t think it will do much at this point. It’s just a little tradition.” 

 Xander knew what he meant quite well. Even the few times they were late in conducting it, the girls showed no signs of changing their attitude. All three of them had become so content in their attitudes that they really did turn more into pets than anything else, just as Markus wanted them to be at the start. Magic was no longer needed to keep them bound to him and his home - it was all they knew.

 The werewolf beyond the cell’s bars stirred and gasped when she noticed Markus. “Who are you?” Aubrey demanded. 

 Xander could see Markus’ eyes traveling up and down her slender body. “She really is quite nice. It would almost be a shame to do away with her.” 

“Please, I don’t know what you want from me,” she insisted. “I haven’t hurt anybody. Ever. I’ve always gone far away during the transformations. Please.” 

 Xander wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, but the pleas and desperate tone were turning him on. She was just so perfect and helpless now in her human form. 

 Markus noticed it too and smiled. “Perhaps we shouldn’t let her go to waste.”

“What are you saying?”

 Markus took the keys from his pocket and opened the doors to the cell and stepped inside. Aubrey covered her perky breasts with a slender arm and used the other to cover her pussy. There were tears going down her cheeks. “Please, sir…”

“Shhh,” whispered Markus soothingly. “All will be well. My friend and I just want to enjoy ourselves. Come here, Xander.” 

 Standing by the entrance to the cell, Xander gulped and felt the throbbing in his dick. It had been a while since he last got laid. He hadn’t touched Markus or the girls in years, but in his journeying around he had slept with a couple of strangers, though nothing ever came close to the extraordinary bond he lost.

 As intense as his desire was for Aubrey, though, a feeling of guilt overwhelmed him as he looked at her. Was she even legal? It was hard to tell. She couldn’t have been older than twenty. “I don’t know if we should.”

“Don’t be silly,” Markus insisted, his voice brooking no disagreement. “It’s time for you and I to bond. It’s been far too long.”

 Forcing the young werewolf on her knees, Markus undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. He wiped her tears with the shaft of his big black cock and then forced it into her mouth. Looking back at Xander, he grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in, then bit him on the neck. “Don’t be scared, Xander.”

“I’m not scared…”

“Good. Don’t let anything distract you.” 

 It should have been an honor to find himself next to Markus again but Xander just felt empty. But as his master took hold of his shaft and directed it towards Aubrey’s mouth, it responded with the same powerful throbs as before.

 Through the tears, she opened her wet mouth and swallowed it in, as Markus let his own rest over her head as a black crown. Xander shuddered as the warm drool bathed his sensitive head and then felt the tightness of her throat wrapped around the shaft as Markus forced her down on it.

“Isn’t that nice?” Markus asked. “Maybe we could keep her. She could be yours. Your own werewolf, Xander. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

 It would, he thought, though he was afraid of becoming a person like that. Whatever positive image he had of Markus was always counterbalanced by the ruin he brought upon Buffy and Willow. Francesca he never got to know that well, but to see a person as spirited as Buffy become an obedient slave while Willow’s bright mind dimmed into only reading fiction for teenagers was brutal. They had no desires of their own, only that of pleasing Markus. If they did, they would never be able to put them first before that of their master.

 As Aubrey’s tears washed down over his cock, Xander locked eyes with her and pulled away. “No,” he said firmly. He raised her by the arm. “Get up and go.” 

 Terrified, the young girl’s eyes went to him and then to Markus. “Go!” Xander insisted.

 Markus watched her rise. “What are you doing, Xander? You know you can’t let her go.”

“I can’t do this anymore, man! I just can’t…”

“That’s all fine and good. But there are only three options: you keep her here, I take her home with me, or we take her out.”

“No…” 

 Seeing the icy gaze in Markus’ eyes, Aubrey gasped and then crawled out of the cell, running out of the basement. 

“Step aside, Xander,” said Markus. “You’re making a mistake. I forgive you, I’ve been absent and pushy now, but that doesn’t mean you can endanger everything.”

“I’ll stop you.” 

 At that, Markus raised his brows questioningly. Xander attempted to grab his hands in the same way he did all those years past, but Markus responded with a quick kick to his stomach that made him fold over. A powerful black hand came over his face and then Markus whispered some words, and Xander suddenly felt dizzy…

 He fell, getting only a glimpse of Markus’ polished shoes before he passed out. 



 

 Willow made out with Buffy in the hot shower. Their hands were moving over each other’s body, gently rubbing and caressing everything. Once upon a time this might have been strange, but now it was almost routine. As Willow felt Buffy’s slender fingers slipping inside of her she gasped and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t get too excited,” Buffy teased. “Markus won’t be back for a while.” 

 The only rule he maintained for them was that they weren’t allowed to come outside of his presence. They could play and fool around, but the large part of their sexual activity had to be regulated by him.

 It shouldn’t have felt good to live at the whim of another person, especially a man that she shared with two other girls, but Willow wouldn’t have had it any other way. To submit before Markus and be the best house pet and wifey she could be was her one dream. Kneeling before him as he returned and presenting her pale ass was her duty.

 Buffy sucked her tongue in her mouth and giggled, then broke the kiss. She rubbed her own full breasts and bit her lip as she stroked the hardened nipples. “I should go check on Elizabeth and help Fran with dinner.”

“I’ll be there soon,” said Willow. She slapped Buffy on the butt teasingly on the way out, then put her fingers in her hair and went for another wash. 

 As she rinsed out the shampoo, her eyes opened to a shadow crossing the foggy glass of the shower. Her heart stopped and she instinctively gripped the head of the shower and made ready to switch to hot water to defend herself. 

 The door opened and Markus stood at a distance, avoiding the splash. “Evening,” he said. 

 There was a time when his excitement to see her would equal her own. When he would grin and immediately seize her body, reminding her of why she wanted to be his in the first place. But lately, it was like being inspected by a judgmental father or a condescending priest.

“Honey,” said Willow, turning off the shower. “You’re early.”

“Has Xander been around?”

“Xander…” That was a name she hadn’t heard in a while. Ever since he distanced himself from the family, they never mentioned him anymore. Buffy and Willow would on occasion reminisce, but never in the presence of Markus, who was irritated by the mention. Xander’s refusal to partake in the day to day family life was something he took as a deep slight.

“So he hasn’t. Be careful if he shows up.”

 Willow frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“Xander hasn’t been himself of late. I’m afraid his mental state is quickly deteriorating for some reason. He suffers from delusional episodes.”

“Should we be afraid?”

 Markus giggled darkly. “Of course not. He’s our good friend. No, there’s no reason to be afraid. I think he just needs our help. He needs to be reintegrated into our family. Though his condition is so severe that it might take a stronger intervention. Do you remember when years ago we talked about erasing our memories?”

 Willow bobbed her head. “I’m glad that never happened.”

“I feel it may be necessary for Xander. We’ll bring him back that way. But first we can try to bring him over to the ritual as before.”

“So you’ve found a werewolf then?”

“Oh, that’s a real surprise,” said Markus with a smile. “Anyway, enjoy your shower. Has Elizabeth been studying hard?”

“I think so.”

 He closed the shower door without another word, leaving Willow feeling worried sick. What’s wrong with Xander?

 Willow finished showering and dried up, then wrapped a towel around her body and headed out. Buffy and Francesca were cooking in the kitchen and chatting about some drama they followed. 

 She took the stairs to the upstairs part of the apartment that was now exclusively for Markus and their daughter. Willow found Elizabeth sitting at her desk and studying while her father hovered above her intimidatingly.

“That’s good,” he was saying. “You’re improving.” 

“Is it Latin still?” said Willow, intruding upon them.

 Elizabeth turned and looked at her with a pair of large blue eyes. Though her skin was somewhere in between both of her parents, a light brown, her long locks were straight and brown and her eyes were an even lighter color than Willow’s. “It’s Attic Greek.”

 Markus did not seem to approve of the interruption. He rubbed Elizabeth’s shoulder and turned her head back. “I’ll come check up on you later.” 

 Then he came towards Willow, nudging her out and closing the door behind him. “Let’s leave her to study.” 

 It felt like all her daughter ever did was study. The boys Markus never pushed as much, but they were both sent away to other ends of the earth. Elizabeth, though, he guarded and would not even let Willow see too much despite being her own daughter. 

“Aren’t you pushing her a little too much?”

“This is the time to learn,” said Markus. “She has nothing better to do. Then, when she’s older and takes over, she’ll have too much on her mind and too much to do to pour over old texts.”

“And a family,” said Willow pointedly.

“Right. Of course.” 

 They headed downstairs to the kitchen. Both Buffy and Francesca were wearing aprons with nothing else on and rushed to put their arms around Markus as soon as they saw him. “Welcome back, sir.” 

 Willow knew they weren’t that happy to see him. They had their own misgivings about his recent behavior, but no one dared speak up. There wasn’t a chance that he would hurt them, of course, but there was one that he could become even more distant, mercurial, and absent. There was no knowing at times what tiny comment would find his displeasure. They walked on eggshells. 

 All they wanted was to return to how things were a couple of years back. Willow was starting to think that the yearly bonding ritual was no longer doing its job. They, the girls, were still happy with their life and wanted Markus just as much, but it was clear that he really did see them as objects or plants to take care of. Not even as beloved pets. They were just things he dealt with. 

 How did he change so much? Willow would wonder at times. Of course, she had no idea. Ever since he took over Francesca’s family estate and the territory that came within he slowly withdrew and kept the serious matters only to himself.

 Francesca sought his lips and kissed him repeatedly. “I’m making something very special tonight. A traditional Korean meal.”

“How nice,” said Markus. 

 Buffy grinned and kissed Francesca’s face as she put her hands on Markus’ crotch. “Why don’t you finish up? Let me and Will give the king a proper welcome home.” 

“I can wait,” said Markus with indifference. 

 Buffy shook her head and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “No way.” Out of all of them, she was the only one that still enforced her willpower over him at times. 

 Willow watched her drag Markus out of the kitchen and over to the bedroom. Francesca watched her. “Aren’t you going?”

 By the time Willow made it to the bedroom Markus was lying on the bed, still dressed, watching as Buffy danced sensually in the low light. Their main duty in life was to keep up their looks, and Buffy certainly did that. Not only was her body tight and toned, but her ass was round and firm, a tease that would’ve turned countless heads outside if she ever actually left home. 

 Which they didn’t.

“Will.” Buffy took her by the hand. She took off the towel and kissed her, then tossed Willow in bed next to their man. 

 Surprisingly, Markus put her arms around her which was an unexpected, if very welcome gesture. 

 Watching Buffy show off her body was turning her on too, but Willow could also see the stiffness in Markus’ pants now. She ran her palm from his chest all the way down until she felt the throbbing shaft through the fabric and groped it.

“You two are very eager,” said Markus.

“We’ve been neglected.” 

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe once we fix Xander I’ll leave him here full time to make sure that doesn’t happen.” 

 Willow could tell from the look in his dark eyes that his words were meant to be kind and endearing. But they came across as tone deaf. Yes, anything to avoid being here yourself, she thought. 

 Nevertheless, she was too cockhungry to let her irritation with him win out. Maybe it would be a good idea if they broke Xander in and brought him back. It would be good to have a man around the house.

 Buffy dropped on the bed on the other side of Markus and giggled as she kissed him. She brushed her hair back and pulled on his lip. “What about Xander?”

 Willow opened his pants and took out his big black cock. Even after all this time, feeling that dark hard shaft throbbing in her small pale hands got her heart racing. She kissed it with genuine worship and traced her lips until she got to the head she lovingly caressed with her tongue. 

 Markus grunted in pleasure and put a hand on her head. “Xander just needs to be helped a little, that’s all. But we’ll do that soon.” 

 The only remaining sounds in the room were that of their mouths as Markus and Buffy kissed and Willow slavishly licked at his leaking cockhead. Buffy opened his shirt and kissed his hard pecs and abs, licking his body until she joined in the worship of his cock. 

 Willow lowered herself and tended to the heavy balls as her friend took over the shaft, bringing them in her mouth for a warm massage. 

 Despite his lack of excitement before, Markus gasped with enjoyment. He possessively grabbed each one of them by the hair as they sucked. “Fuck,” he whispered, almost annoyed at what he was feeling. 

 Buffy and Willow madel love to the shaft and met at the middle, kissing each other for a moment before they let their combined drool fall over the powerful big black cock. It glistened like a dark jewel and as Willow traced her fingertips along the swollen veins at the side all she wanted was to feel it inside of her. To get his seed again. All three of them wanted to have more babies, but she desperately wanted a son, too.

 Markus savagely grabbed them by the neck and lifted them up. “You sure do like to distract a man.” 

 He was choking so hard that it hurt, but that sent tingles of pleasure down to their pussies. Markus denied them oxygen until they were both struggling and then dropped them on the bed. He got up and took off his clothes. He made a point to remove the belt from his pants very slowly. 

 He whipped both their asses with a single stroke. “Ass up!” he boomed. “Assume position.” 

 Both of them were so eager for this moment to come that they could only giggle. He traced the belt along their dripping pussies and made them gasp. 

“Which one of you should get it?” Markus asked. “Which one of you was bad?”

 Buffy grabbed Willow’s hand and linked her fingers lovingly, then kissed her. “I think we both have.”

 Markus whipped Buffy on the ass until it turned red, then saved a final smack for her pussy. She grimaced and buried her head in the sheets, her whole body shivering. Willow gulped, both afraid of the pain and desperate to get it. 

 He put his belt around Buffy’s neck and tightened it hard until it was choking her like a collar and entered her. 

 Before he would take their pussies as well, but now he only fucked their ass. Willow could see Buffy gritting her teeth as the black cock rammed its way inside of her, still impossibly big even after all these years of training with it. 

“Take it you, you filthy trollop,” said Markus, hardly putting any affection in his tone. “Take it!” 

 It was not love and pleasure that he was offering so much as punishment. That they enjoyed it had more to do with their endless love for them. But the way he thrust into Buffy’s ass with powerful slams was brutal and merciless, leaving her quivering and tearing up despite her usual strength. 

“Oh my god…” Buffy whispered, gripping the sheets. “Fuck…” 

Markus pulled on the belt until she could barely speak at all and pounded her white bubble butt into submission. Willow watched Buffy’s face redden and drool, then saw the eyes turning white as she came. Markus just kept going and going, fucking her ass like a monster. 

“Guys?!” Francesca’s voice could be heard echoing from the kitchen. “I think I need help…” 

 Markus took the belt away from Buffy’s neck and got up. “Go help her,” he ordered. “We’ll be there soon.” 

 Buffy was still barely aware of what was going on, but he grabbed her by the hair, shook her hard, then slapped her. “Go help Francesca,” he repeated harshly. 

 He kicked her out of bed. After a couple of moments of lying on the floor, she understood what he wanted of her and crawled out towards the kitchen. Still holding the belt, Markus closed the door and turned to look at Willow. “And what should I do with you?”

 Willow turned around and lay on her back. She opened her legs and pulled on her nipples as she watched him. “What about you fuck me while looking at me for once?” 

 Markus’ eyes shone. He dropped the belt between her breasts and slithered it down to her pussy but he did not hit her. “Is that what you want?”

 She did not give him a chance to decide.

 Willow got up and grabbed him by the wrists and kissed both his hands. Then she took the belt and tossed it to the other side of the room and grabbed him by the shaft, bringing him over to the bed. 

 She pulled him in on top of her and put her arms around his neck. They kissed.

 Markus took hold of his shaft and tried to push the head into her ass but Willow locked eyes with him and brought it up to her drenched pussy. “I want your seed inside of me,” she told him. 

 He appeared to be judging the situation. 

 He said nothing but simply thrusted, still looking into her eyes, proud of himself for what she was making him feel. Willow shuddered as soon as she felt that BBC grinding up her sensitive insides and going up until she could feel its heat emanating in the middle of her torso.

 They kissed again and this time it was deep and heartfelt. Her hands traveled down his back, gripping his flexing ass as he lowered till she could feel his hard chest grinding against her boobies.

 That only lasted for a couple of seconds before he rose again. Willow feared he would turn her around and take her up the ass, but he lifted her legs instead and folded them over her torso. 

 It knocked the wind out of her for a moment before she understood what she wanted and helped him get her in the mating press. Markus locked his arms behind her head and watched her intently. 

“All you want is to breed,” he told her.

“Yes…” Willow confessed, feeling the butterflies in her tummy. “I need it.” 

“Buffy and Fran might be more like cats, but you’re more like a filthy sow that just wants to be filled up.” 

 He slammed his dick into her so suddenly that she shrieked. His balls were pounding against her pussy as he took complete control of her nimble and pale body.

“If you’re not good, I’m going to make your wish come true in another way,” he threatened.

 Willow was breathless. “How?” 

“I’ll find some lowlives with nothing better to do and let them fuck you until you break. Until you never mess up my schedule ever again. Is that what you want? To have the baby of some fat sleaze off the streets?” 

 Willow gasped as the dick opened her up and gasped. “No, sir…” 

 Markus slapped her so hard that ear rang. “I think it is. You’re a sneaky whore.” 

 He kissed her again and this time did not let go. Their tongues were twisted together into one as he pounded her pussy, slapping his sweaty balls against her over and over till Willow could feel her pussy aching. 

 Most of her body was numb from the pressure of the mating press but she could still feel the build-up of her orgasm. Her toes flexed and her nails scratched his shoulders as she came, squeaking like a hurt little girl as his big black cock stretched her out. 

 Markus held her eyes intensely and showed none of her loss of control. He seemed to want to make a point of it. 

 He pulled out and then brought her down to her knees and came all over her face, unleashing one thick rope after another. He gave his cock to her to clean after he was done and sighed.

“I don’t want another child, Willow. Elizabeth is enough for me.”

 Feeling completely under his control once more, Willow shook her head and smiled, licking the cum from her lips. “I understand. I’m sorry, sir. I don’t want one either…” 

 He dressed back up as she lay kneeling and dripping with his hot seed. “Perhaps Xander will give you one.”

“Xander?...”

“Indeed. It would be nice if you two had a daughter. Perhaps one day I’ll decide to have another child too.” 

 Willow wasn’t sure she understood the implication… was he saying she was too old? That he wanted to breed her daughter with Xander instead? 

 She was a little hurt, but looking at his powerful physique and taking in his aura of mystique made her think he was right. No wonder a man like him was bored of her and the other two house pets. He needs someone better… 

“If that’s what you want,” she said. “I could try…” 

“Buffy and Francesca too,” he said. “But you especially. You’re very gifted, Willow. And there are things about Xander I like as well. Many things…” 

 As she listened to him, Willow could not shake the feeling that he did not love her at all, but simultaneously, that there was an odd love he felt for Xander. An affection that was not fully requited.

“Xander is just too… softhearted,” concluded Markus. “A man has to be strong. Xander is strong in some ways: loyal and dependable to a fault. But I doubt he would make the hard calls that are needed. I wish that he did. Then I could withdraw and leave these matters to him. But hopefully Elizabeth can take that up in time.” 

“Yes, sir,” said Willow obediently. 

“This life is more tiresome than I thought,” said Markus. “All these pointless things to do. I miss being by myself. I miss having time and nothing but time.” 

 The door opened and Buffy appeared. “Dinner’s ready.”

 Markus nodded. “We’re coming.” 

 He left without giving Willow another look. Buffy came in and slowly helped her up. “Seems you had a lot of fun.”

 Willow nodded and smiled. “I did…” 

 Buffy could sense something was up. “You wanna talk about something?”

“No. Nothing. I’m just happy.”

“I’m happy too.” 

“Are you?”

“Of course!” Buffy raised her brows thoughtfully. “Of course, life could be better…” She leaned in and kissed Willow, then licked off some of Markus’ thick cum and grinned. “But I wouldn’t want to go back to where we were. I can’t imagine going out again. Being outside.”

 That terrified Willow too. “Me neither.”

“I just wish Markus felt the same way.” 

“Yes,” said Willow. “So do I.” 



 Xander could hear the people coming his way.

 It had been a few days now since he was kept as a prisoner and bound. Markus came to him and spoke kindly, always offering him food and water, and also casting spells that Xander did not understand the effects of.

“Don’t worry,” Markus said, patting him on the head. “It’s all right. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Where’s the werewolf?” Xander demanded to know.

“She’s safe. Don’t worry about her. She doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t want us to kill people anymore.”

“Werewolves, you mean,” Markus corrected.

 Xander passed out again, but the next time he woke up he could hear not only movement coming towards him in his dark room but familiar voices. Buffy, Willow, and Francesca all appeared and lost the smiles on their faces when they saw him.

 Markus put his arms around them. “Don’t worry. He’s fine. Leave him be until we begin.” 

 Seeing the way they followed his orders, Xander felt too disgusted to even seek their help. Maybe they’ll just kill me now and be done with it. 

 Buffy was the first to strip off her clothes and approach him. Xander hadn’t seen her in a while and was impressed by how she looked. Even better than when he last saw her. They went down opposite routes in that regard.

“It’s been a while,” she said.

 Xander smiled sardonically. “Sure has.”

“Don’t be worried. Markus won’t hurt you. He means well. We just want to repair things.” 

 But when Markus appeared next he was bringing Aubrey with him. She walked on all fours at his side like a dog, her head lowered. She was calmer than when Xander last saw her and he could tell that Markus must have since disciplined her intensely. 

 He pulled on her hair to raise her up and showed off her young body to the rest. “She’s beautiful,” Francesca remarked.

 Markus traced his dark fingers from her perky breasts down to her pussy. “She is. Xander, don’t you think so?”

“Just let her go,” Xander said. “Why are you doing this?”

 Markus came over and crouched before him, his steely gaze unflinching. “Why do you care so much about a stranger? Do you value her over me? Over your family?” he demanded to know, though his tone remained restrained. “When have I ever mistreated you?” 

 Markus stood up and smacked Aubrey brutally in the face. She fell to the ground and shuddered, though the three house pets weren’t saying anything or even reacting. Xander was shocked to see Buffy of all people looking at such mistreatment with no emotion at all. 

 Markus kicked the werewolf in the stomach so hard that he knocked the wind out of her, then put his boot over her head in total domination. “Markus!” Xander yelled. “Come on! What are you doing?”

“Your choice, Xander. You can either be loyal and be the man I used to know or I’ll have to do it the hard way. Choose.” 

 Seeing the werewolf being abused, he lost his nerve. “Just let her go. I’ll do what you want. Just tell me what you want!” 

 Markus came over and released his bonds. He raised Xander up and planted a kiss on his cheek, then raised his shirt. “I want you to give us your love once more. Girls, join us.” 

 The three house pets all joined in on the action and began to undress Xander. He should’ve kept his focus on Aubrey but the sudden attention of his old lovers was getting to him. The bond may not have been as strong as it once was, but it was still there.

“Stop…” Xander whispered as Willow bit his shoulder. Buffy licked down his back and Francesca got down on her knees kissing up towards his crotch till she reached his balls and smothered her face against them. 

 Markus took a step back and grinned with satisfaction.”You’ve forgotten how good life can be,” he said. 

 Behind him, Xander could see Aubrey slowly regaining her composure. Get out of here! he wanted to yell at her. Instead he locked eyes with Markus to keep him distracted. “Why are you keeping out of this, huh?” 

 Markus watched the hungry mouths of his three wives traveling down Xander’s body. “Aren’t you enjoying yourself enough?”

“It’s not the same without you. You know that.” 

 Markus raised his brows. “Is that so?” 

 Strangely enough, he seemed happy to hear that. Like he wanted to hear it for a long time. “Come here,” Xander told him. “I won’t bite. Not very hard.” 

 Markus made his way over and Xander immediately kissed him on the mouth, doing it loud and hard enough to keep him occupied. As his eyes flickered to the back, he could see Aubrey getting up fearfully and moving away. Good, Xander thought, keep going!

 Markus finally noticed where his sight was going and turned savagely, seeing the empty spot. “Oh, Xander,” he said with a disappointed sigh. “What are you trying to do?”

 He grabbed Markus by the shoulder one more time. “Leave her be! Let her go!”

 Markus shook his head. “No. Girls, entertain Xander while I return. It won’t be long.”

 Xander tried to go after him but Buffy had her arms wrapped around his neck and kept him pressed against her chest. “You’re not going anywhere, lover boy.” 

“He’s going to kill her.”

“That’s sad.” But there was no emotion. 

 In the end, all Xander could do was submit to their touch. He kissed each one of three back and moved his hands over their tight and curvy bodies, till he was ready to go inside them again. It had been so long that he came almost instantly inside of Buffy, but she didn’t seem to mind. They were all so eager that they switched between them.

 Xander lost all track of time as his arousal grew and soon enough all memory of Aubrey and Markus was forgotten. They fucked like that for hours, till in the end he was won over. I did miss this. 

 He finished his last orgasm by coming over Willow’s unblinking face and outstretched tongue. Buffy grinned and slapped her butt. “Look at how much this slut wants it.” 

 After it was over, they cuddled together on the stone floor, hardly caring for what was happening. 

 By now, it was late. “Where is Markus?”

 Xander went towards the entrance of the cave but there was no sign, though it was dark out. “We should go looking for him.”

 Buffy shook her head. “He told us to wait. So let’s wait.” 

 The four waited and waited, but by dawn there was still no sign. Eventually they all were worried enough that they dressed up and headed out. 

 Willow looked terrified, as if she had never been outside before. Xander took her by the hand. “Hey, he’s probably fine.”

“It’s just strange. Why would it take him this long?” 

 After a while Francesca noticed a part of the forest where there were ripped branches. They kept following it and then they could see claw marks on the tree, and blood. Francesca gasped. “No…” 

“Don’t panic,” said Xander. “Let me go ahead. Stay here.” 

 He left them all there and went ahead by himself. There were not just claw marks now, but almost fully upended trees and blood. He kept going until he reached a clearing.

 Leaning against the side of the tree he could see Markus and then Aubrey’s werewolfed body lying dead in the torn grass, its fur red with dried blood.

 At first he could feel his own blood boiling and went towards Markus in a rage. But as Xander got closer he could see that his eyes were half-closed. The ragged breath could barely be heard. 

“Markus?!” he cried, rushing over in the sudden panic of his realization. Markus was wounded. Badly... 

 One of the half-torn branches of the tree had gone through him like a stake from behind and poked through his dark shirt. The fabric was sodden with blood and glistening in the morning light. 

 Markus noticed him looking. “Unfortunate,” he concluded bleakly. 

“What the hell happened? We need to get you help.” 

 He shook his head. “It’s over,” said Markus, and a bit of blood dripped from his mouth. “Oddly enough, I don’t feel very bad about it. I could use a rest.” 

“Shut the hell up!” Xander ripped the shirt to get a better look at the gushing wound. What he saw made his face go ashen. The guts were almost spilling out of him...

“Like I said,” Markus repeated coolly. “It’s over. Unexpectedly. Anticlimactic. But that’s how it goes.”

 Xander wasn’t sure what to say.

 Markus opened his mouth to speak again but this time he just bled from it and gave up. His eyes blinked again and then they stopped moving. His ragged breath slowly gave in.

 Xander knew he should have felt bad about it. But strangely enough, all he could feel was relief. Whatever chains there still were between them were broken. 

 I’m free, he thought. 

“I’ll miss you, though,” he whispered. 

 There was no response.



 All that Markus had taken from others over the years was given back. 

 Xander didn’t mind and neither did the girls. After all, they barely played a part in it, and he certainly wasn’t going to risk his life or theirs to protect something so useless as mage territory. 

 Instead they finally went back home to Sunnydale. Buffy and Willow were nervous to return, but Xander was excited. Francesca was not happy to leave the comforts of her old home, but she would come to enjoy it, too. 

 Only Elizabeth appeared to be too shaken up by her father’s death to show any emotion beyond fear. 

 Buffy got out of the car and took off her sunglasses to look at the place. “Strange to be home.”

 Xander grabbed her by the ass teasingly. “Good to be home.” He put his arm around her as well as Willow and led them up to the steps of his old house where they were now going to live. 

 The four of them never outright stated that he would be taking Markus’ role, and Xander didn’t even want to see it that way. He wanted to share a life with them, not rule over them as Markus did. Nevertheless, he came to realize that the girls had been broken to their core in some profound way that couldn’t be mended. 

 They could go back to being themselves and act more casual, but they needed a man to serve and love. Xander wasn’t sure he was ready for that role, but he would try.

 That first day was surprisingly good, though no amount of play could get Elizabeth to feel better. Xander understood. She lost her dad. The one time he went to cheer her up, she still remained crestfallen.

“Come on, let’s do something fun,” he suggested. “You want to play a game?”

“No. I should be studying.”

 Xander bobbed his head. “Yeah, I get that. You must feel sad. I understand.”

“I don’t feel sad. I feel frustrated,” she said pointedly. 

 As her blue eyes came up, he could see something of Markus detachment in them. “I understand. I’m sorry though. About your dad. About everything. You must miss him.”

 Elizabeth thought about that and shook her head. “No.” 

“No?”

“He was overbearing. He made me do things that were useless. I know better than him what to learn. It’s better for me that he’s gone, in the longterm.” 

 Hearing a kid say such things was a bit strange. Though she was definitely Markus’ daughter, there was no doubt about that. 

“So what’s the issue? Do you hate me? Do you hate it here?”

“I don’t feel like studying. But I should.”

“So don’t,” said Xander casually. “What’s the problem? Just relax for a day. It’s not the end of the world.” 

 She sighed with annoyance. “Okay.” But there was a clear improvement to her mood. “I’m going to watch TV with Buffy and Fran.”

 Xander caressed her face lovingly. She was truly cute. “Great idea.” 

 A blush spread over her face. “Thanks, Mr. X.” 



 Ten years later...

 Xander came home and found his girls waiting for him as usual. 

 Buffy, Willow, and Francesca knelt at the entrance in greeting. “Sorry I’m late,” said Xander.

 He faced them and pet them on their heads as they moved their hands up his legs and made a quick grab for his dick. “Calm down!” he said with a laugh. “I’ve only been gone for a day.” 

 They were playing it up, too, but it was what they all enjoyed. Buffy clutched one of his legs and Francesca another and lifted him while Willow got behind to hold him up by the shoulders.

“Okay?” said Xander, surprised. They carried him over to the bedroom and tossed him on the bed. They jumped on top at once, really testing the springs. The three were so needy that they quickly undid his pants and started kissing and sucking his cock and balls. “You know how to make a guy feel welcome…” 

 Compared to how his life used to be before, this was a dream come true for Xander. It had never been quite so happy and easy to be himself, not even back before they first crossed paths with Markus and Francesca. 

 At one point it seemed like things would never be good or easy again, but they managed to rebuild and now… now they were perfect.

 Willow came up and kissed him on the mouth. “Did you get me that asparagus I need for dinner?”

“I did,” he said. “It’s in the car.”

“How romantic…” 

 Xander put his arms around her and embraced her as they kissed. He brought her small breasts to his mouth and sucked in her hardened nipple, then traced his fingers until they reached her belly. 

 Willow was pregnant again, and he could feel the tiny bump there. They already had three girls since they moved back to Sunnydale, but Willow’s wish to have a boy was somehow going unfulfilled. All just endless, beautiful girls.

 She kissed her way back down to his cock and Xander closed his eyes to relax. He could hear them bickering with one another about who should go first but it was Francesca that took the initiative this time and climbed on top. 

 He gripped her by the waist and let his gaze trail up to big tits bouncing against his face. “I don’t want to be the last one every time,” she complained. 

 Xander groped her plump ass and gave it a slap. “Of course not. You’re just as important.” 

 She rode him as Buffy and Willow stood on the sidelines helping, both kissing and fondling Francesca and her chest as well as making out with Xander. 

 It was so good that Xander could feel himself melting away, but then the sound of his own name broke him out of the spell. “Xander?” he could hear Elizabeth call out.

 Immediately, he lifted Francesca off and pulled his pants back on. “Come on!” she cried out in annoyance.

“I’m sorry,” Xander laughed. “You know my wife takes precedence.” 

 He left the three in the bedroom to play with themselves and headed out into the hallway. He made his way towards the living room and saw Elizabeth standing there. 

 She was only wearing a polo shirt and a pair of shorts, which made an odd sort of dress for a powerful mage. Her hair was bound in a ponytail that dangled down her back. 

 As soon as she saw him, her eyes went wide and suspicious. “Did they take you again?”

“Sorry,” said Xander. “I thought you might be asleep.” 

 Elizabeth padded over to him, her huge chest shifting without the support of a bra beneath the white cotton. “I was,” she said with the hint of a smile. “But now I’m not. So now you’re mine again, Mr. X.” 

 That was what she called him still even after all these years.  

 Xander never expected that he would fall in love with Markus' daughter and vice versa. All he wanted to be towards her was a decent father figure in absence of another, till she could find her way and then never talk to him again if that was what she wanted.  

 But over the years, it became apparent she was not interested in a father figure and wanted something else. He pushed it aside at first, thinking of her age. But once she became legal by all standards and still seemed to want it, he gave it to her. 

 Sorry, Markus, he thought at times. 

 Though she had so many traits of her father, she was shorter like her mother and just as playful. She got up on her tiptoes and kissed his nose. “That’s all you get for now,” she said with a bite of her lip. 

 Xander buried his fingers in her ass hard enough that she gasped a little. “In that case maybe I should go back. Your mom seemed a lot more eager.” 

“That would be stupid.”

“Why? Planning to put a curse on me?”

 Elizabeth kissed his neck and traced her lips to his ear. “I have a surprise for you tonight. Wait for it.” 

“Alright. Where’s” - the name was still hard to say - “my boy?” 

 Elizabeth took him by the fingers and led him upstairs. Sleeping in the crib of their bedroom he could see little Markus. 

 He was named after his grandfather. Not due to Elizabeth’s insistence, she did not seem to think much of her father at all anymore. But Xander felt it was the right thing to do. Not a day passed when he didn’t think of his old master, and sometimes with some longing. He hadn’t been all bad. And maybe this Markus would be almost all good. With Elizabeth as his mother, he could see it no other way. 

“He sleeps all day long,” she said. “And then he just wants to eat.” 

 Xander put his arms around her and lifted them until he could feel the weight of her big tits on his arms. “Can you blame him? Kid’s got good taste.”

 Elizabeth kissed him but then pushed him off. “Enough!” she whispered. “Stop trying to cheat. You’ll get yours tonight.”  

 Xander showered and relaxed while Elizabeth went into her study to work. The house pets were still having their fun when he went downstairs so he was the one that got started with dinner until they joined.

 Buffy slapped his ass as she came into the kitchen like some jock. “What a good boy.”

“Hey!” Xander yelled jokingly. “Have you forgotten I’m the man of the house?” 

 She arched her brows in challenge and took an energy drink out of the fridge. “Prove it.”

“I would. But I’m cooking.”

“Excuses!” 

 The whole family came together for dinner, though throughout Xander kept eyeing Elizabeth. Even the way she ate felt like a tease - she was really good at getting him all worked up.

 The moment they finished she was the first to get up. “Well, I think I’ll go get ready for bed.” 

 Xander went up after her but instead of being guided to the bedroom she pushed him into her study instead. “Wait here.” 

 He padded around impatiently until there was finally a knock on the door. He went to answer but there was no one there. Sensing the trickery, he smiled and went straight to the bedroom.

 Lying on the bed he could see Elizabeth all dressed up in lingerie, her fingers teasingly caressing her brown ass. “Hello, Mr. X.”

“Hello…” 

 Xander was shoved from behind suddenly and he got startled. When he turned around he could see Willow walking towards him, wrapped in red lingerie. She closed the door and padded over to him with bright, happy eyes. “Xander. Have you come to fuck my daughter?”

“I think he has,” said Elizabeth with a secretive smile of her own.

 To take both mother and daughter at once had been one of his fantasies for many years, though Xander never dared to request it. He usually kept the two parts of him separate, one that was for the three and the other that was for his wife. 

 This was new.

 Elizabeth took his hand and pulled him in bed, then got on top of him, leaving her soft breasts to dangle just above his face. “I bet you wanted this.” 

 Xander blushed and squeezed her perfect brown tits. “That’s not wrong.”  

 Willow joined them and she was next to Elizabeth, showing off her daughter’s squishy breasts. “I can see why you want to fuck her so much.” 

 To his shock, the mother and daughter kissed which made his dick throb wildly. To see Willow kiss her own daughter on the mouth was hot, way hotter than it had even been in his mind considering how much they both seemed to enjoy it.

 They licked their lips once they finished, then Elizabeth glanced down at him again. “So are you going to be a man and do something or do we have to do everything?” 

 Xander knew she liked it rough. Only Buffy went harder in that regard.

 He slapped Elizabeth and grabbed her by the hair, then pushed her off of him and got on top. He ripped the bra from her glorious tits then looked at the shy and theatrical way she blushed and hugged them. “Don’t hurt me…” she begged in her little girl voice.

 Xander glanced at Willow, who was already touching herself.

 He turned around and kissed his friend deeply. “Thank you,” he whispered. Then he went back to her daughter. 

 He moved the panties aside and went into her at once, looking at the way her eyes rolled as soon as his big cock filled her tight pussy. Though she was a mom herself, she was so much tighter than all the others.

“Fuck,” whispered Elizabeth as she gripped the sheets, already losing control of herself.

 Xander slammed his cock into her as he held her by the waist and watched the beautiful brown tits jiggle violently with his every thrust. Willow got up behind him and kissed his neck, then made her way down until her mouth was on his balls and sucking them as his dick stretched out Elizabeth. 

“Do you like fucking me with my mom here?” Elizabeth teased him. 

 Xander slapped her hard and put his hands around her throat. “Shut the fuck up and be good.” 

 Elizabeth loved it and smiled, her fingers moving to feel the strength in his arms as he took her. 

 Xander moved in and out of her at a quick pace until he could see the rivulets of sweat building up on her face and tits. Willow was sucking on his balls hungrily and he could tell she desperately wanted some too. 

 He finished off Elizabeth with a flurry of thrusts that made her squeal and left her trembling and coming. He pulled out instantly and gave his still-coming dick over to Willow who licked it up and held his eyes. “Thank you for fucking my daughter,” she said. 

 Xander grinned. “You’re welcome.” 

 He tossed her on top of Elizbeth and spread her pale cheeks, this time choosing to go for her ass. It was the one thing that daunted Willow at times and he could feel her tense as soon as he went in. 

“Careful,” she whispered.

“Elizabeth, get your mom to shut up, please,” ordered Xander with a laugh. 

 The two kissed as he pushed the whole length of his shaft into Willow’s ass and felt her shaking underneath him, the muscles of her ass tightening around his ready cock. 

 He started slow but picked up in speed till she gasped, then he lowered himself to kiss both of them. 

 Fucking mother and daughter together. What could be better than that?

 He slapped Willow’s ass red, but he could see Elizabeth’s brown hands moving up to smack her mom around too. For a brief moment, it reminded him of how he took her with Markus once upon a time. 

 Xander lowered himself until Willow was sandwiched between him and Elizabeth and drove his dick up into Willow as powerfully as he could. She gasped and then fell into silence as he opened up her ass. Feeling her tight body underneath him, he came and unleashed his load inside, kissing her back. 

 He got up and fell away but the two were still on top of one another. Willow looked exhausted. “You killed her,” Elizabeth joked.

“Why in my butt?” Willow asked. “I told you I wanted to try for a boy…” 

 Xander shrugged. “What, you think we’re done? The night’s just starting.” 

 Elizabeth moved her hands over his chest till she reached his cock and squeezed it. Then she winked. “I’m ready to go again.” 
 Behind those blue eyes, he could almost see Markus’ restless gaze. 
