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Buffy leaned down, her golden hair spilling over Shannon’s bare chest, lips hovering just above the potential’s parted mouth. “Faith’s a layer,” she murmured, voice husky with promise, her thumb tracing the swell of Shannon’s bottom lip. “But I’m the *original*. The best.” Her knee pressed deeper between Shannon’s thighs, drawing a gasp. “So if any potential’s gonna get laid, ” Her teeth grazed Shannon’s jawline, sharp enough to sting. “, it’s gonna be by me.”
Behind them, Faith snorted, rolling onto her side to watch. “Damn, B. Didn’t know you still had it in you.” Willow’s fingers twitched against Faith’s thigh, her magic humming beneath the skin like a second pulse.
Buffy didn’t glance back. Her focus was absolute, Shannon’s flushed skin, the rapid flutter of her pulse, the way her breath hitched when Buffy’s fingers trailed lower.
"Willow," Buffy said, voice dangerously light, her thumb circling Shannon’s nipple. "We had rules."
Faith smirked, stretching languidly beside them. Willow’s fingers tightened on Faith’s wrist before she could interrupt. "Rules," Buffy continued, "like *don’t let Faith corrupt the new Slayer before I get my hands on her*." She leaned down, her lips brushing Shannon’s collarbone. "Rules like, " Teeth grazed skin. "*Wait your fucking turn.*"
Willow exhaled sharply, magic crackling in the air. "She was, "
"Hungry?" Buffy arched a brow, her fingers sliding between Shannon’s thighs, slick with Faith’s mess. "Yeah. I can tell." She hooked two fingers inside without preamble, Shannon’s gasp sharp against the headboard. "Fix it."
Faith’s smirk faded when Willow’s magic pinned her face-down, wrists bound behind her back. "Red, " she growled, hips bucking against nothing as she floated midair, breasts swaying beneath her. Willow’s fingers traced Faith’s spine, slow, deliberate, before yanking her down over her lap. The sharp smack echoed before Faith could protest. Willow leaned in, breath hot against Faith’s ear. "I *did* try to warn you." Another slap, harder, Faith’s skin flushing pink under Willow’s palm.
On the bed, Buffy arched over Shannon, her tongue swirling around one taut nipple while her fingers teased the other. "Twenty," Buffy murmured against damp skin, teeth grazing the peak. "Should be sufficient." Shannon writhed, her thighs clamping around Buffy’s wrist as fingers slid lower, slick and relentless.
Faith twisted against Willow’s lap, her hips jerking when another sharp smack landed. "The hell, B!" she growled, though the flush creeping down her chest betrayed her. Willow’s grip tightened in Faith’s hair, forcing her to watch Buffy’s fingers plunge deep into Shannon’s cunt, pumping in time with each spank.
Buffy chuckled darkly, withdrawing her glistening fingers and pressing them to Shannon’s lips. "Make it twenty-five," she purred, watching Faith’s tongue dart out to taste. Willow obliged, her palm cracking down harder, the sound punctuated by Shannon’s gasps.
Faith’s thighs clenched, her ass stinging red under Willow’s ministrations. She bit her lip as Willow traced the welted skin with cool fingertips, secretly relishing the way Faith’s breath hitched. "Like that, do you?" Willow murmured, magic humming beneath her touch. Faith groaned, bucking against nothing, her arousal dripping onto Willow’s thigh.
Shannon watched, dazed, as Buffy’s head disappeared between her thighs, lips sealing around her clit with devastating precision. The Slayer’s tongue swirled, relentless, as her fingers breached Shannon’s ass in one smooth thrust. Shannon arched off the bed with a choked cry, her fingers scrabbling at Buffy’s golden hair. "Fuck, !" Buffy chuckled darkly against her skin, the vibrations sending sparks up Shannon’s spine.
Faith’s hips jerked as Willow delivered another sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room. "Twenty-one," Willow counted, her free hand sliding between Faith’s legs from behind, fingers slick with her own arousal. Faith hissed as Willow’s fingers pressed against her entrance, teasing but not entering. "Fuckin’, Red, " she panted, her muscles trembling with restraint.
Buffy pulled back just enough to watch Shannon’s face contort in pleasure. "You taste like victory," she purred, her tongue dragging through slick folds before plunging back in. Her fingers crooked inside Shannon’s ass, hitting that perfect spot that made Shannon’s vision whiten. Buffy’s free hand pinched Shannon’s nipple hard, twisting just shy of pain. "Come for me, Potential."
Faith’s moan mingled with Shannon’s as Willow finally pushed two fingers inside her, pumping in time with Buffy’s relentless rhythm. The air thickened with the scent of sweat and sex, magic crackling at the edges like static. Willow’s lips brushed Faith’s ear. "Watch them," she whispered, her fingers curling just right. "And don’t you dare come yet."
Buffy’s tongue flicked Shannon’s clit faster, her fingers pistoning deeper. Shannon’s thighs trembled, her orgasm coiling tight, until Buffy suddenly stilled, withdrawing with a wet pop. "Uh-uh," Buffy tutted, grinning at Shannon’s desperate whine. "Slayers earn their finish." She crawled up Shannon’s body, her lips brushing Shannon’s ear. "Beg."
Faith groaned, her hips grinding against Willow’s hand. "Fuckin’ cruel, B."
Buffy’s laugh was low, victorious. "You love it."
Shannon’s fingers tangled in Buffy’s hair, pulling her into another bruising kiss. Buffy bit Shannon’s lower lip, tugging just enough to sting. "Faith fucked you first," she murmured against Shannon’s mouth, hips grinding down. "That’s gotta sting." Her fingers traced the fresh bruises on Shannon’s thighs, Faith’s fingerprints. "Bet you wanna pay her back."
Shannon’s gaze flicked to the strap Faith had used on her, discarded near the foot of the bed. A slow grin spread across her face. Buffy followed her line of sight, smirk widening. "Oh, I like how you think." She nipped Shannon’s earlobe. "Tell her."
Shannon twisted in Buffy’s grip, fixing Faith with a look that was all teeth. "Willow," she purred, voice dripping with false sweetness, "you should fuck Faith with that strap." Her grin turned feral. "In her ass."
Faith’s head snapped up from where Willow had her pinned, eyes widening. "The hell, ?" Willow’s magic flared, yanking Faith onto her knees. The strap levitated, glistening with Shannon’s slick, hovering just behind Faith’s bare ass. Willow’s fingers traced Faith’s spine, her voice a whisper. "You did break the rules."
Buffy licked a stripe up Shannon’s throat. "Hold her down," she ordered. Shannon scrambled to pin Faith’s wrists, her thighs bracketing Faith’s hips. Willow positioned the strap, pressing the tip against Faith’s tight entrance. Faith hissed, muscles clenching. "Red, c’mon, "
Willow shoved in halfway, brutal, unforgiving. Faith’s back arched, a choked groan ripping from her throat. Buffy laughed, low and dark, her fingers sliding into Shannon’s mouth. "Suck," she commanded. Shannon obeyed, tongue swirling around Buffy’s digits. Buffy pulled them free, glistening, and reached down to circle Faith’s clit. "Now watch her squirm."
Willow pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, her rhythm merciless. Faith’s thighs shook, her curses dissolving into ragged moans. Shannon leaned down, her lips brushing Faith’s ear. "Hurts so good, doesn’t it?" she taunted, biting the lobe hard. Faith’s hips jerked, her cunt dripping onto the sheets. Willow’s free hand tangled in Faith’s hair, yanking her head back. "Come on, Slayer," she murmured. "Take it like you give it."
Buffy moved behind Shannon’s raised ass, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of Shannon’s slick folds. "I think you’ve earned this," she purred, before licking a slow, filthy stripe from cunt to asshole. Shannon gasped, her fingers tightening in Faith’s hair. Buffy’s tongue circled Shannon’s clit, teasing, before plunging back into her dripping entrance. Above them, Faith groaned, her hips grinding back onto Willow’s strap. "Fuck, Red, harder."
Willow obliged, her thrusts brutal, the slap of skin echoing through the room. Buffy pulled Shannon’s hips back, her tongue delving into Shannon’s ass, wet and relentless. Shannon arched with a cry, her thighs trembling. Faith watched, her own climax coiling tight, until Willow’s hand snaked around her throat. "Not yet," Willow ordered, her voice thick with magic. "You don’t come before her. Only fair."
Buffy’s fingers replaced her tongue, two digits sliding deep into Shannon’s ass while her mouth latched onto Shannon’s clit, sucking hard. Shannon’s scream shattered the air, her orgasm ripping through her as Buffy fucked her through it. Faith cursed, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for release. Willow smirked, angling the strap to grind against Faith’s sweet spot. "Now," she breathed.
Faith came with a shout, her body convulsing as Willow rode out her climax with ruthless precision. Buffy crawled up Shannon’s sweat-slicked back, her lips brushing Shannon’s shoulder. "Good girl," she murmured, her hand sliding down to trace Shannon’s swollen folds.
The room smelled of sex and ozone, the air thick with spent magic. Willow pulled the strap free with a wet pop, her fingers gentle as they traced the reddened skin of Faith’s ass. Faith groaned, flopping onto her back, her chest heaving. "Damn, Red," she panted, licking her lips. "Didn’t know you had it in ya."
Buffy chuckled, rolling onto the bed beside Shannon, her fingers lazily combing through the younger girl’s hair. "You okay, Potential?" she asked, her voice softer now, edged with something almost tender. Shannon nodded, her eyelids heavy. "Yeah," she breathed. "Just… wow."
Faith smirked, running a lazy finger down Shannon’s sweat-slicked spine as the girl dozed between them. "Bet you twenty bucks I can bag more Potentials than you this week," she murmured, catching Buffy’s gaze over Shannon’s tousled hair. Buffy snorted, twisting a lock of golden hair around her finger. "Please. You couldn’t out-slut me even if you, "
"Rules," Willow interrupted, materializing from the ensuite with a towel draped over her shoulder. Her voice carried that quiet authority that made even Faith sit up straighter. "No coercion. Full consent. And you *don’t* touch Kennedy." Buffy made a face. "Ugh, like I’d want to." Willow’s lips quirked as she tossed the towel at Faith’s head. "Also…" She paused, letting the word hang, fingers tracing the hem of her sweater. "I’m in."
Faith’s grin turned feral. "Well damn, Red. Didn’t peg you for the competitive type." Willow merely arched a brow, magic flickering at her fingertips. Buffy leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "Winner gets bragging rights *and*…" She flicked Faith’s nipple hard enough to make her yelp. "...a week of dish duty at the Magic Box."
Shannon stirred groggily, blinking up at them with hazy confusion as Faith whooped. "You’re *on*, B." Willow rolled her eyes, summoning a warm washcloth from thin air. "Idiots," she muttered, but there was fondness in it as she pressed the cloth to Shannon’s shoulder, wiping away the bite marks Faith had left. The Potential sighed into the touch, her muscles going slack as Willow’s magic seeped into her skin, soothing the raw edges.
Buffy watched Willow’s careful ministrations, something unreadable passing over her face before she snatched the washcloth. "My turn," she said, softer now, dabbing at the scratches on Shannon’s thighs. Faith flopped onto her back, arms pillowed behind her head. "Damn, who knew post-battle cuddles were your thing, B?" Buffy flicked water at her. "Shut up. You’re *both* dish duty if you wake her."
Willow’s laughter was a quiet thing, woven into the rustle of sheets as she stretched out beside Shannon. Outside, dawn painted the motel walls in streaks of gold and rose. Somewhere in Sunnydale, a dozen unsuspecting Potentials slept on, blissfully unaware of the bet now hanging over their heads. Faith’s chuckle was dark with promise. "Game on, ladies."