Submit to Courage

Despite the different centuries, the advancement in technology, and the redefinition of social standards, Giacomo Casanova’s genius ability to seduce women allowed him to adapt to modern conversation relatively flawlessly. The Italian adventurer still spoke in his poetic manner, with his right arm at his lower back. But he efficiently adjusted his responses to match the woman he was talking to, because in his mind, it was simple. No matter the times or the region, all women had a primal desire, whether or not they were aware of it. All he had to do was suss it out; an easier feat for the player than Xander could’ve ever realized.

His greatest weapon was his ability to read women masterfully. Amidst the desperate chaos of the Janus curse, he found them as easy to read as a children’s book. Casanova could read a woman’s body language like Sherlock could read a crime scene or Achilles an enemy combatant; The way she stood, if she crossed her arms, touched a point on her face, avoided eye contact, among so many other tells. It all told him some piece of a whole story and there wasn’t a single mannerism that escaped Casanova’s attention. He could ascertain if she was uncomfortable, amused, aroused, uncertain, confident, curious, or any number of sentiments.

It was the most amazing treasure trove of knowledge since Xander found all four volumes of Encyclopedia Magica for Dungeons & Dragons next to a garbage bin on the sidewalk. Fifteen hundred pages of every magical item that exists in D&D, and what Casanova knew about women was infinitely better.

During the Janus curse, Xander tested Casanova’s skills on strangers; the same girls that reminded him of his favorite actresses: the brunette who looked similar to Linda Harrison, the hot Asian girl from the comic book store who looked like a real-life version of Jubilee from the X-Men, the auburn-haired beauty that could be a double of Loana from One Million Years BC, the busty blonde girl who mildly reminded him of Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard, and the dirty-blonde who resembled Princess Buttercup from The Princess Bride.

The results with these women were much more sensible than Greek sex God intoxication. Despite Casanova using Xander’s face to charm these women, the philanderer loved the chase and enjoyed turning rejection into approval, then consent, and finally eagerness, which most girls did.

Within the hour of meeting, the first woman he slept with was the beautiful brunette who looked similar to the actress from Planet of the Apes. Casanova rightly deduced she was bored with her domestic life and missed the spontaneity of her youth. Surrounded by the mayhem of the Janus curse, he challenged her to take a leap of faith and follow him to the monsters outside the beauty salon. She hesitated a moment, but followed him nevertheless. It was the rush of being in danger that allowed Casanova to talk the beauty into having sex with him.

Xander still didn’t feel the physical sensations like he wanted, but there was hope they would still be joined at the genitals when the curse ended, so he could finally know how amazing it felt. Sadly, they were in the middle of a chaotic town and the pair only did the deed once before they had to run and move to a safer location. They were still fully clothed when the curse lifted, and despite using Casanova’s mannerisms to continue another round elsewhere, the brunette mother suddenly cared about her daughter.

After a few failures with various girls, Xander managed to have sex with the blonde bombshell who mildly looked like Daisy Duke from Dukes of Hazzard, because Casanova correctly recognized protecting her from the surrounding chaos would endear her to him. Sadly, they were too close to the horrific violence, and neither one got to climax. The pair were also dressed when the curse ended and Xander simply wasn’t saying Casanova’s words as convincingly as the great seducer. It annoyed Xander when she preferred to check on her family than stay with him.

Within the time limit, Casanova also convinced another two beauties out of the thirty women he tried to perform some form of sexual act with him, but none seemed to respond when Xander tried to continue their sexual congress. It was as if the magic to convince these alluring women left along with Casanova, or they were somehow put off by Xander’s desire to continue.

Casanova was very charismatic, protective, witty, deceptive, confident, and had an intuition when it came to women. He could lie incredibly convincingly in order to get some form of a sexual act from them, whether going all the way, fingering them, or receiving a blow job. Xander was finding it difficult to replicate the same result. The hormonal teen used Casanova often just to witness the man’s unrivaled game, like watching James Bond seducing gorgeous women from a first-person perspective.

The most sensational parts were when Casanova would turn a, ‘No! Why would you even think I would?’ into a, ‘I don’t know. I just met you,’ then eventually into an, ‘Okay, just don’t leave me.’

Xander also noticed how Casanova took rejection extremely well. He took his losses with no offense; even smiling to make them feel better for not having sex with a complete stranger. The girls seemed to like him even more afterward. A few even asked to meet again during the weekend when they were free, which would always bum Xander out as there would be no tomorrow for him.

The raven-haired teen was getting more and more anxious to either have actual sex or leave the time loop, and the Sherlock mental pattern within answered the call. The great detective expressed a curiosity to see if he could accomplish the same result without wearing the Casanova persona in the first place. He thought of it like taking the training wheels off.

Since the teen was stuck in a time loop with the script of what these gorgeous women would say, Xander wondered, ‘Why haven’t I been doing this since the beginning?’ All the movies and porn portray sex as the most amazing experience in a man’s life, and he was desperate to do it without the dampening effect of the costume’s curse.

Xander began with the gorgeous brunette that reminded him of Nova from Planet of the Apes. He ran enough loops with her to memorize their conversation and how they said it. When Xander could lip-sync the conversation perfectly, he tried it. A loop without wearing the costume. Walking into the beauty salon with palms that wouldn’t stay dry and a racing heart, the teenage boy was incredibly nervous.

With every step toward the beautiful brunette mother, Xander grew more conscious of how out of his league she was. It wasn’t just that she reminded him of a Hollywood actress from one of his favorite movies. It was her stunning hourglass figure in a tight red dress, the luster & bounce of her long brunette hair, and her dainty heart-shaped face. The woman’s striking almond-shaped eyes seemed to see right through him, as if she already knew what he wanted from her. Xander felt defeated even before he said a thing. He stuttered on his first word, immediately panicked, then ran away to suffer the mayhem of the night by himself.

“How the hell did he do that?” he yelled at his Lion-O action figure by the end of the night. “I thought my heart was going to explode!”

Though dejected, he was undeterred. He watched Casanova again, then tried on his own again. He did better, but it wasn’t enough to get the same result. Even when Xander could eventually repeat everything Casanova said to the stunning beauty, the teenager still wasn’t getting the same reactions from her as the legendary player. It was as if they could say the same words to the same girl but get different results.

The Sherlock within reasoned it must be confidence since Xander didn’t relish the nerve-wracking game in the same way Casanova did. In the following loop, Xander taped a note to Casanova’s hand. He asked the prolific womanizer a single question so as to not annoy the man.

“Why are you confident you can get any girl you’re after?”

Casanova read the note. He instantly thought it as strange as the sudden setting he found himself in and didn’t write an answer down. Xander heard the man voice, “Deary me, who would ask such a silly query. Get? I ‘get’ nothing. The sensual woman is never an object to conquer. I merely submit.”

Even the Sherlock within didn’t understand the response, and in the following loop, Xander left another note. He asked, “What do you mean by, ‘I don’t conquer women. I merely submit?’” After reading the note, he ripped it off and threw it away before continuing to walk down the street. Xander then heard the man think, ‘Why is it that so many men do not grasp it is only necessary to have courage? For strength without self-confidence is useless. Submit to courage and my Lady Fortune will bestow a bounty of riches for all of time.’

Xander thought a lot about his words, and with nothing to lose, he tried without the costume again. In the following loop, he reached the beautiful brunette in the salon, all the while mumbling to himself, “Be courageous. Be courageous. Be Casanova!”

In the bright and acetone-smelling salon, the anxious teen jumped off the deep end and prayed he didn’t drown. Despite his fear and sweaty arm-pits, Xander finally found the confidence to throw himself into the role of Casanova. To the teenager’s surprise, the beautiful mother responded just as she did with the legendary smooth-talker.

“I would never let a single one of these foul creatures harm a hair on your head,” the teen declared to her. Though Xander was freaking out in his mind, he repeated the lines he memorized without fear of failure. “I am Giacomo Casanova, my lady. Your defender was sent here by the Gods themselves. All thee needeth do is but place your trust in me, and I’ll see you live to the morrow with not a hair out of place… not unless you desire so.”

Fearful, yet excited by the monsters and pandemonium around them, she leaned into Xander and they raced out of the salon and down the chaotic street. They took refuge in an alley between two cars. While they hid, he caressed the excited woman’s sensual backside, just as Casanova always did.

‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,’ his mind kept repeating as he caressed her perfectly sculpted lower back and high hips.

Casanova knew her sensitive spots, which meant Xander knew her spots as well, however, the pressure was difficult to gauge. Xander couldn’t feel much when his body was taken over, so he didn’t know how much pressure to apply. He listened to her when she said harder and it took more force than he was expecting.

After several minutes of massaging her just like Casanova did, she leaned her head against his, and Xander knew to kiss her without warning. The inexperienced teenager was expecting a stinging slap across the face and a call to the cops. Instead, the blushing woman kissed him right back.

‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,’ his mind would not stop repeating. If he wasn’t so excited, he felt like he could pass out from the delirious overflow of pleasure. Xander used his tongue just like Casanova did, but again, the pressure needed was much more intense. He didn’t think he’d be tired so fast. Even still, it was pure ecstasy, and Xander’s manhood was as hard as a rock.

It took a little longer to get her in the mood, and she seemed less enthused than she was with Casanova, but when she lifted her tight dress to her waist, Xander knew it was finally time. As he unzipped his pants and let loose his raging 5.5-inch killer, he couldn’t believe he was moments away. Casanova had no trouble sliding it in, but when Xander tried, he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “where… is it-”

With a hint of frustration, she helped him find the entrance, and unencumbered by any possessed costume, Xander—as himself—finally pushed into his first vagina. The explosion of sensation was thousands of times better than watching the personas do it in his body. The warmth, the wet friction, his head snapped back, and no sound escaped his slack jaw. His entire soft body tingled everywhere but concentrated the most from his hot rod. It was much too good. Sadly, the moment he put it in, the overwhelming pleasure of his glands was like an electric buzz in his brain and Xander shot his load into her sticky love tunnel. His legs spasmed, his knees buckled, and he groaned like a wounded animal.

“UUAAHHHGGG…. UUUAAAAMMM… MMMMMNNN… NNNNAAA,” he grossly sounded with every contraction of spewing spunk. In his daze, he didn’t even notice her offended expression as she removed him from herself and frustratingly fixed her tight dress back down. The young teen fell to the floor as the overwhelming pleasure remained in his body even after he finished climaxing. Xander was down after his first orgasm and the brunette beauty left into the dangerous streets unsatisfied and angry.

For many hours after the monumental event, Xander should’ve been thrilled to finally lose his V-card to such a gorgeous woman. It was more than he could’ve ever expected. Sadly, he wasn’t thrilled. The young teenager was ashamed by how unsatisfied she was and mortified by how fast he finished. On his smelly bed in his dirty room, he often went from sad to happy and back at the drop of a dime.

“She must’ve thought I was so pathetic,” he voiced with cringed, making his first-ever sexual experience bittersweet. What was beguiling were the memories of Casanova using the same body to pleasure the same women, but getting completely different results. Xander yelled at his Lion-O action figure, “How in the seven hells did Casanova not nut the second he put it in? It felt like a volcano going off in my pants! Just thinking about her hot, wet insides is making me wanna explode right now!”

It was a question that needed an answer. Fortunately, he had plenty of time and nothing better to do. Xander repeated the monumental event, each time trying to last a second longer. It was a triumph when he didn’t cum with his first thrust. After the tenth loop, he was proud to have made it thirty seconds before blowing his load inside. Though she was still thoroughly disappointed.

After the twentieth loop, Xander could last two minutes of continuous pounding before his knees buckled, his hands gripped her ass, and his whole body shook as he came inside. It took the dedicated teen another twenty loops to last fifteen minutes without losing his mind to the awesome pleasure of her hot, dripping insides. After another dozen loops, Xander was satisfied he could mimic the techniques, angles, and intensity Casanova employed to make her finish with a husky scream. After another two dozen loops of fun practice, Xander moved on to the other four girls Casanova slept with within the curse’s time frame.

The hot Asian girl from the comic book store had a smile that could suffocate him to death, and those lips were wrapped tightly around his erect love muscle. She gave him the same blow-job Casanova received, and it took Xander a dozen loops not to explode so quickly by the unfamiliar sensation. Despite her amazing technique, Xander couldn’t help but feel competitive.

If Casanova lasted for x amount of time, he wanted to last for the same amount as well. With the auburn-haired beauty that looked like Loana from One Million Years BC, Casanova fingered her for ten minutes straight to multiple orgasms, so Xander used two dozen loops to achieve the same result. Casanova made the girl who mildly reminded him of Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard orgasm from just teasing her large breasts, and Xander needed thirty loops to master the same.

To make the fun last longer, Xander arranged to have Angel meet Buffy immediately after sundown so he could keep her safe enough. He even shortened the entire Janus ordeal by cluing Willow into suspecting Ethan from the beginning. A few times, Xander would call Giles at the library and ‘accidentally’ drop Ethan Rayne’s name when mentioning a Halloween shop he should buy from. No matter how he did it, Xander could then sleep with the sexy women all night. He indulged his gratuitous sexual appetite repeatedly, because, in the throes of sweet euphoria, he could forget about being trapped in a time loop he didn’t know how to escape.

The young woman who resembled beautiful Princess Buttercup from The Princess Bride drove Xander the wildest because she looked like an older sister to Buffy, and yet loved anal sex. The aerobics instructor already had a butt plug inside her when she talked to Casanova and his eyes noticed. He then brought out her secret fantasy of being reamed on the roof of her studio. Casanova gave her the courage to submit to her desires, so, while the chaos reigned supreme below them, Xander was having his first-ever anal experience with the Princess Buttercup look-alike.

With her facing away from him as he pounded her stretched bunghole, sending ripples of bliss up her body with every thrust, all he saw was her long blonde hair sticking to her flushed backside. And as he pounded her rear, Xander couldn’t stop thinking of Buffy. He wasn’t picturing the dirty blonde moaning hoarsely under him as Buffy. His thoughts simply weren’t in the moment. It’s as if his body was on auto-pilot. When he couldn’t stop thinking about Buffy, he’d wonder about his friends, too; Willow, Giles, Ms. Calendar, and, to some extent, Angel and Cordelia.

Laying in his dirty bed in the morning, Xander eyed the stained ceiling above and ached to see his friends on a new day. After hundreds, if not thousands, of loops having awesome sex, Xander couldn’t believe he’d ever feel tired of going balls deep inside of five gorgeous women, but the monotony of it finally caught up to him. He sleeps with five of the hottest women in Sunnydale, and every morning, he’d always wake up alone in the smelly bed of his dirty room.

Xander decided he needed a change. Before the depression could set in, he needed to move on to something fresh or be forced to think about his hopeless situation. Realizing the five beauties were strangers to him, he concluded the next level of excitement was having sex with someone he knew personally. At first, he was undecided, but he knew the candidates were Buffy, Willow, Cordelia, Ms. Calendar, and, if he was extremely desperate, Harmony. The fact that these girls knew him intimately not only made it more of a challenge, but also exciting.

Harmony was instantly eliminated. He didn’t need a reason. He simply enjoyed eliminating her. Xander also eliminated Buffy & Willow, since Buffy was almost always protected by Angel, and Willow was both his best friend and an untouchable ghost. Walking into Ethan’s Costume Shoppe, Xander couldn’t decide between Cordelia or Miss Calendar, but he knew it would be one of them.