The Beast Within

The nights before, during, and after a full moon can invoke a person suffering from lycanthropy to change into a werewolf. Typically, werewolf bites infected most humans with the curse. They were the lucky ones, as there was a small percentage of people that died from the metamorphosis process. Those bitten either live the rest of their lives with this incurable affliction or succumb to a painful death, which is why Nox and Buffy raced on his stealth-black scrambler to Make Out Lane.

With Buffy holding Nox’s waist, he raced through fields, parks, and on the street whenever possible. He pushed his bike hard, not only to get there faster, but to ensure Buffy held onto him tightly, pressing her soft chest into his back. Speeding over uneven terrain or jumping some hills, Nox enjoyed the warmth of her body as she held on for dear life. All too soon, they were slowing down, allowing her to ease her grip as they reached the popular make-out spot. Nox drove slowly through the forested area, extending his senses for any sign of the werewolf.

After driving around for five minutes with no sight or sound of the paranormal beast, Buffy asked, “Is this how you get all the girls here? Faking DEFCON One to trick them to Make Out Lane?”

With heavy sarcasm, Nox replied, “Oh, yeah, no, that makes total sense. We were basically dry humping back there, but I put a stop to that in order to race all the way here so we can kiss around virgins.” Shaking his head in disappointment, he added, “Sometimes I wonder about you.”

“S-Shut up,” the embarrassed blonde clapped back.

“You shut up,” he returned, but instantly regretted getting swept by his emotions. He could almost feel how amused Buffy was as he bemoaned, “It’s been so long since I felt this immature.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the first guy I’ve ever regretted kissing,” she retorted. “Congratulations.”

“If you call that kissing, I can’t wait to see what you call sex,” Nox humorlessly teased.

“Shut up!” she called out, shaking his shoulders from overwhelming embarrassment.

Nox’s head lulled back and forth from her shaking as he pleaded, “Slayer, will you please listen for anything out of the ordinary? We’re here for a reason.”

She stopped to say, “Yeah, you say that, but I haven’t heard a single-”

A nearby howl interrupted the blonde girl, and Nox roared his motorcycle to life, making Buffy hold him tight as he rushed toward the source. They narrowly avoided trees, branches, and bushes as Xander navigated through the rough terrain of the forest, all the while Buffy was holding on for dear life. Less than a minute later, the pair spotted the crazed beast attacking a car with a screaming couple inside.

Nox slid the bike to a halt, while Buffy jumped off and used the momentum to engage the six-foot-tall animal. She attacked the distracted werewolf, hitting its side with a shoulder charge harder than any two-hundred-and-fifty pound NFL linebacker could. The paranormal beast was blasted back like a bomb detonated right next to it. However, it hit the ground and effortlessly rolled onto its hairy feet, its claws digging into the earth as if nothing had happened. Extending its furry hands and long black claws, the large beast growled at Buffy for getting between it and its meal.

As Nox checked on the terrified couple inside the car, he yelled, “Don’t let it bite you!” When Buffy gripped Slaymore’s handle, as if to unsheathe the magical weapon, Xander yelled, “And don’t kill it, either! There’s still a person in there!”

Frustrated, Buffy yelled back, “Will you shut up and help them!”

“You shut up,” Nox mumbled to himself, once again feeling so immature. Rushing to the car, Xander noted with disbelief how Buffy got on his nerves as easily as Cordelia.

To keep from being severely injured or injuring the beast gravely, the Slayer kept Slaymore sheathed. As the beast charged at her, Nox opened the car door and saw a lot of blood coming from the boy’s forearms. There was blood everywhere, on their hands and all over the seat. For a moment, Xander was scared the boy was bitten, but upon closer inspection, the wound seemed to be several deep gashes, as if he had raised his arms to defend himself from sharp claws. Gripping the boy’s arm, Xander quickly thought of healing his arm through the magic of his ring. He only thought it was working when the boy’s terrified face seemed to relax.

The werewolf attacked Buffy with savage ferocity, swiping at her with its muscular and shaggy arms as if she were a fly. With her supernatural agility, Buffy evaded the fast claws, hearing their sharp whistle of cutting wind by her ear. The blonde Slayer wasn’t accustomed to its ferocious style of fighting, but Buffy fought it back with her covered sword while Xander jumped in the driver’s seat car and started the car.

The werewolf turned to the car’s tires peeling out—kicking up dirt and grass—then chased after its meal, followed closely by Buffy. With such a narrow path and trees all around them, Xander was turning left and right and couldn’t drive as fast as he wanted. The beast was nearly on them, and he couldn’t outmaneuver it.

Sprinting right behind it, Buffy wrapped the belt several times around the handle and guard to keep the scabbard from flying off before she threw her weapon with all her strength. Her sheathed sword spun in the air as it flew ahead of the galloping werewolf. Like a fish on a hook, the Slayer extended her hand, calling her sword back and managing to catch the wild beast’s chest and neck before reeling it in. To his relief, Xander lost sight of the large wolf in the rear-view mirror, but kept driving for several minutes anyway.

He pulled over as soon as they were back on the main road and ordered the frightened girl to drive straight to the hospital. Nox then sprinted back as fast as he could to back up Buffy. Minutes later, he found his bike, but no Buffy. Hopping on his scrambler, Xander followed the trail of broken branches or claw marks on trees until he found them deeper in the forest. Xander had no intention of hurting Oz, but he unclipped Dreadnought from his bike and took it with him. If worse came to worst, he’d use the blunt butt of the battleaxe to hobble his movement.

Tag-teaming the paranormal beast at the very least gave the teens a sense of safety. When the werewolf focused on Buffy, swiping left and right at her with inhuman speed and strength, Nox would flank it from the rear and strike its strong legs or back. When the feral beast focused on Nox, Buffy would do the same. The teenagers struck it repeatedly in the sides, legs, and back, bringing it down to its knees. Rather than continue fighting mindlessly, however, the werewolf was smart enough to run, forcing Nox and Buffy to chase it.

When teens were close together, it turned in an instant and barreled into them like a bowling ball into pins, slashing and raking at them. Whacking the beast in the snout with the end of Dreadnought’s handle, Xander suffered a flesh-tearing slash to his stomach as the beastly wolf spun from the hit. Buffy jumped on its hairy back as Xander tumbled back and leaned against a tree, clutching at the blood spilling from his stomach. The two gashes weren’t too deep, but he would need several seconds to heal.

Nox watched Buffy—on its back—using Slaymore to choke its thick neck as it spun and leaped left and right to get her off. It roared and tried to scratch off the sheathed steel at its neck, but even if its claws tore off sections of the scabbard, the magical weapon within would not break and clipped its long nails. When the werewolf became desperate for air, it ran desperately toward a tree and leaped at it, back first, smashing Buffy against the rough bark.

“GUUOOFFFFFF!” Buffy cried as all the air in her lungs was forced out of her.

Her greenish-blue eyes bulged as Slaymore slipped from her stunned fingers and the werewolf broke free of her grip. It ran ahead and turned about as she slumped against the tree. With a mighty roar, the carnivorous beast bared all its long teeth and sharp claws before charging the Slayer. A wincing Buffy braced herself as its long, saliva-covered teeth came down with a vicious SNAPPED right in front of her face as Nox barreled into its side like a torpedo.

Xander pushed the ferocious beast as far away from Buffy as he could, but the claws dug into the earth, plowing up dirt and keeping it from being pushed far. It tried to swipe at Nox since he was so near, but the teen was so angered that he blocked or dodged six consecutive swipes before flipping backward—toward Buffy—and kicking the werewolf’s muzzle with the heel of his boot. The werewolf spun backward, hitting the dirt face first.

The space gave Xander enough time to run toward Buffy, throw Dreadnought into the earth, and grab his friend. The werewolf was already charging toward them, passing Dreadnought just as Xander used all of his enhanced strength to leap into the air. They were ten feet up when Xander let loose what he hoped was not a lethal amount of electricity into the ground. If he had to guess, Xander would say at least fifty thousand volts of electricity into the ground, instantly running up the werewolf’s feet. The beast froze in place, vibrating erratically for the seconds it took for Xander to touch back down.

Lethargically, the werewolf dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Smoke enveloped the paranormal beast, feathering into the air, but Xander was just glad it seemed to be alive. The beast stayed in place while it recovered from the shocking attack, but if it tried to run, Nox kept Dreadnought in place to shock it into submission.

Seemingly safe for the moment, Nox eyed the blonde Slayer in his arms. Holding him around his neck, Buffy leaned back when their eyes met and she held their gaze. Nox wasn’t sure what she saw in his glowing eyes, but in hers, he only saw a confused and scared girl, unhappy with the state of her life. Xander could think of any number of outcomes Buffy could only dream of; her soulmate, her parents back together, a lot of friends, and the right to choose her own future. However, those longings were denied to her, allowing men like Angel and Spike into her heart and body, which annoyed Xander to no end, because the time braid took from him what becoming the Slayer took from her: the choice of a simple life with simple wins and simple losses.

Xander held her tighter—not for her sake, but for his own—because he never truly understood the pain of destiny until the time braid seized his life. He missed his old life, and could easily imagine how much she missed hers as well. When Nox felt a hand touching his covered cheek, he realized Buffy was looking at him sympathetically, trying to console him, so he immediately put her down. He focused on the werewolf, trembling sporadically as it rested, but it felt awkward now. Buffy truly was his greatest weakness, and she needed to be conquered if he ever wanted to be free of the time braid.

Ignoring each other in silence, they recalled everything that happened between them that night. Nox’s eyes glanced her way a moment, and without a word, he removed a leaf from her tussled, dirty-blonde hair. It was then that they realized how incredibly dirty they were, as if they had been rolling around the dirt and grass for an hour. Buffy quickly tried to fix her hair, flustered with the thought of how she must look at that moment.

Ignoring how mud-caked his stealth gear was, Nox stated in his deep voice, “I need to stay here.” She looked at him as he added, “To keep him in place. Can you bring my bike here?”

“I, uh, don’t know how to drive a motorcycle,” she sheepishly admitted.

“Carry it on your shoulders,” he casually suggested. “It only weighs four hundred pounds.”

“Oh, is that all?” Buffy sarcastically clapped back, though slightly amused. “I’ll just roll it here.”

Buffy turned to leave and made it three steps before Nox stepped up behind her. His hands gripped her waist and pressed her into him as she twisted to look at him. His camo scarf was down to his chin and his hoodie covered his face from the nose up, like a half-mask.

Despite his Batman-Esque cowl, Buffy focused on his glowing eyes as she asked, “Wh-what are you doing?”

As Nox massaged her sexy hips, he explained, “It’s a point of pride for me to never leave a girl unsatisfied.”

A pink blush quickly flushed her dirt-stained cheeks, signaling to him her arousal. She turned to face him while in his embrace, giving his hands access to her apple-bottom ass. Buffy felt conflicted. She tried to push him away, but her arms hadn’t the energy to do so, and folded when he leaned forward, pressing his crown against her flush forehead. When his right hand snaked its way to her pants’ button and zipper, opening enough for his fingers to find the waistband of her panties, Nox saw in her conflicted gaze confusion, anger, regret, and arousal.

When her arms seemed on the precipice of pushing him away, Nox challenged her by saying, “Or you could tell me what happened to Angel.” Her greenish-blue eyes were saddened as he added, “Because that matters more to me than making you cum.”

Buffy looked heartbroken, but Nox didn’t care. His right hand slid further into her panties while his left hand gripped her hair and pulled her into a rough kiss. Regardless of the lack of love in the act, this was still Buffy, and if fingering her hot, wet sex in the middle of the forest was what she needed, then this was what he’d give her. Using his experience, skill, and her growing disbelief at how he was commanding her aroused body to respond, Xander brought the sexy Slayer to orgasm in less than two minutes. He prolonged the waves of pleasure by using the power of his ring to make his fingers vibrate inside of her sensitive sex. He took her lips as she moaned by the unexpected stimulation, then held her upright until her waves of bliss finally subsided.

In her ear, Nox whispered, “What are you doing, Slayer?”

As if snapping out of her euphoric haze, Buffy turned away from him, biting her pink lip in uncertainty as she did her pants up. The flustered girl mumbled something about getting his bike then rushed away, leaving Nox in silent amusement. Not long after, the sun touched the horizon, and the pair witnessed the werewolf transform back into its human form. As Nox called back Dreadnought and clipped it to his bike, Buffy was stunned to recognize the sleeping boy on the ground was Oz. Nox took off his jacket, covered the naked boy’s body, and pulled Buffy by the elbow a few yards away.

He whispered, “Isn’t he one of your friends? I remember seeing him with your group at the mall.”

Cognizant of how close to her Nox was standing, Buffy hesitated to answer, “Yeah… I didn’t… know. He didn’t say anything.” Her eyes suddenly widened as she voiced, “Oh, Will…”

It struck Xander then that Buffy was worried about Willow, once again, reminding him how out of touch he was. He felt nothing and couldn’t even remember the last time he felt concerned about how his best friend would feel to learn her boyfriend was a werewolf. It made Xander angry, tired, and reckless to escape the time braid. To save his sanity, he fed all that energy into Nox.

“Maybe he didn’t know,” Nox proposed.

“…Yeah, maybe.”

Nodding, he said, “It won’t be long until he wakes up.” She just hummed in agreement before he added, “You should go. I’ll take care of the rest.” Perplexed by his suggestion, Buffy turned to him and he answered, “Your friend is going to have a great sense of smell when he wakes up.” Wiggling the fingers that had been inside her made her blush vibrantly. Nox smiled and told the sexy girl, “Go. Call your Watcher and let him know. I’ll make sure Will gets home.”

Looking at him in confusion, Buffy sounded, “Huh?”

Eying her curiously, Nox remarked, “You said his name was Will, didn’t you?”

Raising her blonde head in realization, she corrected, “Oh, no. His name is Oz.” Turning to the slumbering boy on the grass, Buffy sadly explained, “Willow—Will—is his girlfriend… and I just…” The Slayer didn’t need words to express the genuine sadness expressed on her face.

“I see,” Nox voiced solemnly. “I’ll make sure Oz gets home.”

In the library later that day, Buffy explained to the assembled Scoobies what had transpired, much to Willow’s worry, and Oz explained being bitten by his cousin. With two more nights of transformations ahead, the friends made a schedule to watch Oz throughout the lunar event. Cordelia went first, followed by Buffy—so that she could patrol afterward—Xander, Giles, and finally, Willow proceeded.

After another failed experiment to make his clothing teleport to him, Xander walked into the library and first noted the steel cage was lined with blankets for privacy. However, he could easily see the werewolf prowling within. Even stranger than a werewolf in the library was Buffy, seated at the long table, reading one of Giles’ larger dustier tomes. The light-hearted Xander pointed a shaky finger at the unbelievable sight in front of him.

Of all the Scoobies, Xander and Buffy were the two least likely to research willingly, which prompted him to ask with dramatic concern, “Who the hell are you and what have you done to my bestest friend, Buffy!?”

Amused, the blonde Slayer smiled at him before closing the book—shooting a puff of dust in the air—as she admitted, “Just thought I’d…”

When she delayed too long, Xander filled in, “…Try being the Slayer a Watcher would be proud of? But then you realized, ‘oh, wait. Reading is boring, and that’s why movies were invented.’” Buffy barely smiled, easily letting him know how serious she was. She had been distracted all day—likely thinking about her encounter with Nox, he imagined. Xander wasn’t sure if he should be offended or flattered, but he leaned against the table beside her seat and asked, “Is this about Angel?”

Buffy eyed her raven-haired friend with such internal strife—seemingly poised to ask something complicated—before abruptly looking away and asking, “You… You talked with Nox, right?”

‘She was thinking about him,’ Xander thought before answering, “I don’t know if I’d call it talking. Generally, conversation involves fair exchange, and he’s pretty stingy with the words.”

“Yeah,” Buffy uttered with a half-laugh. Then, she cautiously asked, “What do you think about him?”

“I think I love his bike,” Xander returned. “Like, a lot.” At her slightly disenchanted expression, the raven-haired teen added, “And I guess… I just hope he’s alright, you know? He’s doing good stuff, and all, but we know next to nothing about him. Honestly, he kinda reminds me of Angel, like, in the beginning, when he started helping and was all mysterious and stuff.”

“Oh,” Buffy sounded, thoughtfully considering his words. “I guess. Maybe a little.”

At the distant look on her pretty face, Xander joked with a half-grin, “Well, it seems like our Mr. Nox isn’t the only one stingy with the words, huh?”

Buffy smiled before saying, “Yeah, I guess I’m a little out of it.” Showing him the enormous book she was reading, she explained, “I was just hoping to learn more about him.”

“Why?” Xander asked.

Getting up, she grabbed her bag and answered, “I just don’t want to be wrong again.”

“Buffy-”

The Slayer interrupted him to say, “See you tomorrow.”

After being relieved by Giles, Xander, as Nox, was patrolling the streets on his scrambler when he spotted Buffy limping as she walked home. Wearing a lilac-colored jacket over a purple camisole top, and gray slacks, the wounded Slayer was bleeding from the forehead, nose, and busted lip. There was also a red bruise around her right eye. Her right hand was affixed to the right side of her torso, as if she had a broken rib. Buffy’s limping was because of her injured left knee and her jacket had clear boot stains from a man’s shoe. Besides her serious injuries, what really surprised him was that Slaymore was at her hip rather than in her hand. The fact that she wasn’t healing herself made Nox wonder about her state of mind.

The hooded teenager pulled up next to the limping Buffy and demanded to know, “What happened?”

Surprised by his appearance, but too distraught to care, the bloody Buffy mumbled nonsensically, “He’s- He’s going to keep coming after me, until… until… h-he… he…” She hugged Nox desperately, twitching, like he was a lifeline.

Xander knew she meant Angel. Nox grabbed her shoulders and held her away from him to look her in the eyes as he proclaimed, “Don’t let him get inside your head, Slayer.”

“He’s already-” Buffy cut herself off, as if debating how vulnerable she wanted to be with him. After a moment of silence, she quietly asserted, “He’s always been there. That’s why this hurts so much.”

Leaning in close, Nox told her, “Then do what you have to to get him out!”

At his assertion, Buffy paused, their faces so close to each other. Her soulful, greenish-blue eyes gazed into his glowing ones, but her brows were drawn in, wrinkling the skin between them, as if she were ready to cry any moment, but held it in. Xander felt the town around them quiet down and fade away. The hurt girl in front of him didn’t even feel like Buffy. Even if she made mistakes, she rarely, if ever, looked this weak—this broken—and Xander didn’t know what to do with that. Buffy, however, leaned in, looking into the mesmerizing glowing of his eyes, and touched his face.

The Slayer’s fingertips touched the hem of his camo scarf, as if craving to pull it down, but before she could, Nox’s hands covered hers. She pressed her trembling lips together in a line of regret, and slowly backed away, nodding in accepted rejection. With some reservation, Nox raised her hands over his head, confusing her, until he placed them on his shoulder. When she understood he wanted her to get on, the injured girl struggled onto his bike.

Hurting as bad as she was, Xander drove the drowsy girl to his mansion. Without turning on the lights, he carried her inside the spacious home, and laid her on the soft brown couch, leaning Slaymore against the armrest. Opting to keep the lights off, Nox left her on the only furniture in the room, and quickly returned with his second ring of power. It didn’t take him long to forge the silver ring with Celtic knots etched on the surface, as it was made mainly for healing.

“Gimme your hand,” he said before taking her left hand and purposely sliding the large ring on her ring finger. “Now, just think about how you need to heal. Think about needing to heal fast.”

She looked at him in his glowing eyes—the only illumination in the dark room—before closing her eyes and doing as instructed. The large silver ring reshaped to fit her finger before she groaned, awash with sudden tingling relief. After fifteen minutes in silent darkness, the worst of the beating subsided. Sitting on the opposite armrest of the couch, he watched her breathing steady and she was no longer feverishly sweating.

Nox lowered his camo scarf to his neck and rolled the half-mask portion of his beanie down to his nose. He asked in his deeper voice, “How do you feel?”

“Way better, actually,” she said with a hint of astonishment.

“You know Slaymore could’ve done the same thing,” Nox noted without insult.

Buffy paused for a moment, rotating her head to see her magical sword resting against the armrest above her head. She huffed in embarrassed amusement before admitting, “Ugh, I guess I was way, way out of it… He can do that,” she lamely finished.

“Seems so,” Nox asserted before sitting on the edge of the couch next to her hip and facing her. Buffy sat up—though her toned legs still rested along the length of the couch. He gently took her left hand that wore the ring, and instructed, “Now, listen carefully. The next thing I want you to really think hard about needing, is feeling much, much hornier-”

Buffy immediately pulled her hand away and shoved his shoulder. Nox chuckled deeply when he saw her blush, even in the dark room. He smiled as she took off the ring and gave it back to him, putting it in his pocket. The silence between them grew, and under his glowing gaze, Buffy fidgeted anxiously. Leaning closer, Nox placed his palm on the other side of her waist to support himself. The Slayer swallowed in nervous anticipation, licking her lips at the possibility of a kiss, but also conflicted about crossing that line again.

When their hot lips met, rather than feeling a sense of serenity, Xander felt fire in his bones. He tilted his head to deepen their joined mouths, and Buffy eagerly allowed him. Their heads were locked by their angle-swapping mouths, and as his tongue descended into her warm mouth, the pair could feel how hot and heavy it would get. Then Buffy put her hand on his chest, pressing him back.

Looking deeply into his glowing eyes, her eyes were dilated with arousal as she asserted, “This isn’t... Don’t think this is anything more than what it is; it’s… it’s just physical. That’s it.”

“Is that so?” his deeper voice whispered, as his right hand began caressing her hip and lower back. Buffy closed her eyes and let her head loll until her crown leaned against Nox’s beanie-covered head. “Even regular eyes can see how far you’re willing to go to avoid talking about Angel.”

Nox could feel her body tense immediately, but he didn’t permit her trauma to bother him. His hand massaged her side and back as his head nudged hers to the side, allowing his other hand to massage the delicate length of her neck. Little by little, the distressed Slayer relaxed, unwinding under his talented hands. He stopped to remove her jacket, peeling the dirty garment over her head and leaving the sexy blonde in her purple camisole top. Her breathing intensified as he tweaked her stiff nipple through her thin top.

“Mnn,” she moaned.

When Nox moved his hands down to unbutton her gray slacks, Buffy leaned back against the armrest while he asked, “Is this how you want to get him out of your head, Slayer? By giving me your body rather than admitting what you did—”

“Oh, just shut up!” she yelled before launching herself forward.

Palms on his shoulders, she pulled him in, and like a girl who didn’t want to think about anything, kissed him desperately. Nox indulged the reckless girl, opening his mouth and returning her kiss just as vigorously while she peeled down her form-fitting slacks. His right hand massaged her toned stomach, feeling her muscles twitch as she kicked her gray pants off, while his left grabbed hold of her neck and hair to control the ferocity of their locked lips.

When she was just in her purple camisole and matching panties, the strong girl pushed Nox on his back and straddled his pelvis. Half his body was on the couch, supporting them as she laid flat against his chest and they made out once again. His hands caressed her body from neck to ass, and Buffy felt his restrained erection restrained pressing against the mound of her sex. With blood rushing through her veins, the inexperienced girl instinctively began rolling her pelvis, dry humping him, as she had in the cemetery a few nights ago.

Such a level of physical intimacy may have been enough for Xander, but not for a character like Nox. Nox was the embodiment of Xander’s animal—strong, big, and fierce—and he took what he desired. As the man made out with the beautiful blonde—sensually massaging her lower back, hips, and neck with firm hands—Nox knew to push Buffy much further, for he knew the hot-blooded girl was running from heartache and accountability. If this was the direction she chose, he was going to press her resolve until she woke up or broke down.

Nox’s right hand gripped her neck and pulled her face away. It wasn’t a choking grip, but it was firm. The aroused Slayer looked disappointed and confused as he extended his arm fully, making her sit up. His left hand deftly undid his pants between her straddled legs, unzipping his fly and peeling back his underwear to let loose his thick cock. His meat pole was throbbing between her legs and through his hand; he could feel her swallow at the size.

“Take them off,” Nox ordered.

Buffy didn’t even take a second to consider what was about to happen. She shook her head, swinging elegant strands of her blonde hair, and quickly removed her panties before straddling his waist again. The sexy Slayer paused when she felt the underside of his throbbing manhood touch her sensitive quim. Xander couldn’t imagine what was going through her head, and ignored that genuine concern when Nox gripped her hips as she sat on his cock.

Buffy closed her eyes as his stiffness spread her tight entrance, moaning, “AAHH! MMMNnnnn…”

Nox felt bestial desire as his love muscle shook eagerly at the touch of her hot love petals leaking against him. Buffy quickly began thrusting her hips, coating his thick member in her love juices. The girl had her eyes closed and rode his pelvis, rolling her throbbing pussy up and down the length of his cock in a frenzy. Despite her frantic behavior, Nox caressed her love nub as she was riding his cock. With his ring’s power, he vibrated his thumb to stimulate her clitoris.

“MMMNNN!” Buffy moaned.

Her legs shook, and she fell forward. Though she rested on his chest, his finger kept sending waves of pleasure through her sensitive sex, up her spine, and throughout her body.

“MMNn… AAN… Uuah… Uaaahh,” she moaned as her pelvis kept thrusting.

Unable to take anymore, Nox effortlessly sat up, gripping her firm cheeks before rotating them on the couch with driven hunger. With her beautiful body under him, Nox was feral as he took her purple top off, quickly followed by his own. However, he was careful to keep his beanie-mask from coming off. His right hand deftly guided his cock to her entrance, while his left gripped her hip. At the feel of her slick lips pucker, then crown around him, sucking him in, invitingly, Nox thrust his thick cock inside the nude Slayer.

“OOOOHhhhhhhhhh!” Nox sounded. “Fuuuuuck yes,” he added as Buffy moaned so sweetly.

Buffy’s belly fluttered as her sex was stuffed with a hot, pulsing cock. Her taut love-glove enveloped every inch of his love until he was fully sheathed inside, and not unlike Kendra and Faith, Buffy’s velvety softbox was a level of supple and firm many women couldn’t compete with. Her hot womanhood clenched at him, pulsing as she milked more pleasure out of his fat phallus. Nox could feel her lust for more as her pussy sucked him in, but he slowly withdrew his rock-hard member before slamming back into her.

“OOOAAHHHHHH! MMMN!” Buffy moaned as her body rocked with his thrust.

As Nox built up a steady rhythm, her dripping slit contoured around his thick dick. Hers was the most vigorous cock pocket he’d ever been in, and he lost himself to the pleasure of being inside her. Nox pumped into her relentlessly, slightly changing angles to get the most wonderful sounds from her throat.

“AAH! MMMN! YESS! FUU- FUUU- FUUUCCCKKK,” she’d moan along with every meaty slap of their pelvises.

Buffy rocked under him with every powerful thrust. Gripping her hips, Nox pounded into the girl with ferocious intent, making her pert tits bounce. Her hard nipples were so hypnotizing as they swayed with each pounding of his cock into her core. He widened his feet for better balance as he leaned down to suck on her rock-hard pink nips.

“OOOAAHHHH! I’MMMM… YOU’REEEE,” Buffy said incoherently. And with the increased rate of her pussy squeezing him, Nox knew the sweaty girl would blow soon.

Nox pounded into the lewd Buffy hard enough to push the couch back. They were like animals in heat, fucking and moaning in the throes of ecstasy. Instinctively, Nox was caressing her G-spot whilst feasting on her breasts and nipples, sending the powerful girl into a frenzy.

Buffy felt the world crumble around her. Nothing mattered in the face of so much pleasure, and she only had one task. It wasn’t to save anyone, kill a monster, or carry the heavy burden of a hero. Her one, simple task was to be an object of sexual desire, and the way her mystery man couldn’t control himself gave her a sense of accomplishment she hadn’t felt for a long time. Then, to her ever-lasting surprise, Nox’s cock vibrated inside her.

“OOOOHHHAAAHHHHH! WHAT IS THA- THA- MMMN!” she loudly moaned.

“You… Didn’t think… I was like… any regular ol’ guy, did you?” Nox asked her as he focused his vibrating cock against her melting G-spot.

When she felt the largest pleasure coil inside her begin to burst, she whimpered, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’mmmmmm-”

As Nox focused on staving off his own impending climax, he worked on getting her off. As he pumped his thick rod inside her dripping snatch, her eyes rolled back and her blonde head jolted from side to side from the overwhelming bliss. Her grip tore the leather cushions at the seams as her spine arched. For the briefest moment, her body stilled just before she exploded. Buffy had a heart-stopping orgasm tremble from her sex throughout her body as she was racked with wave after wave of euphoria.

Her mind went blank with bliss and her body quivered as her cunt clamped down on Nox’s cock. He couldn’t hold back any longer and, with a final thrust, stuffed himself fully within her quaking wetness. From the pressure in his balls, through his veiny shaft, and out the crown of his head, Nox shot load after load of his thick seed. With his ring’s power, he produced more semen and could enjoy the tickling sensation of filling her up to the brim. After Buffy milked his engorged manhood, he pulled out as she relaxed a moment against the couch.

“What… was that?” she asked between deep gasps.

“I can make my muscles… twitch on command,” Nox explained as he quickly recuperated his strength.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet so she was flush against his chest. He tilted her chin up before kissing her with dominance. As their faces tilted around their locked lips, his tongue delved into her oral cavity, rubbing masterfully against her own. His hand massaged her scalp for the long moments of their kiss, and then he gripped her silky strands and pulled away. Buffy’s eyes were glazed over with arousal, and he felt just the same.

Nox turned her around and had her bend over. With her ass up, Buffy rested her hands on the moist couch. Realizing that her juices coated the couch cushion, the smell hit her nose and oddly aroused her further. When his warm, firm hands gripped her clammy hips, she trembled with anticipation.

The aroused Nox aligned his cock at the entrance of her pulsing wet womanhood, and without preamble, spread the line of her pink lips into a wide O. Buffy’s toned legs shuddered and her spine arched as he buried himself halfway into her slick sex on the first thrust. As she spread for the rest of his sausage, Buffy moaned loudly, allowing her head to droop as the pleasure once again fogged her brain.

It wasn’t long before he was fully inside the supernaturally firm girl. His drenched cock pulled out before thrusting back in, slapping her round ass as Nox fucked the Slayer doggystyle. Her soft box clenched at him to stay, but he kept pulling out and pounding into her, grinding his head against her most erogenous zone. With every thrust, the pleasure would weaken her arms until she could no longer support her weight. With her face in the hot, wet mess on the cushion she’d cum on, Buffy could only moan as he impaled her dripping pussy to an even higher level of paradise than she had felt before.

Nox’s pumping meat stick was unrelenting for minutes. He dug his fingers into her firm hips as he fucked the moaning girl into the cushion. As the wet sounds of smacking filled the sex-stenched air, she bucked back and forth, and he could feel her squeezing him more and more. He made the naked girl panic when he reminded her of his vibrating cock. Her sultry back stiffened before she got up on her arms, twisting at the waist to protest.

“Wah- AH! Wait! I- UMM! I can’t!” she tried to communicate before Nox gripped the back of her neck and pounded her rear harder. “You’re going to- I’m gonna fucking- AAHH! I’m cumming!”

Nox vibrated his pumping rod until the paranormally strong Slayer slammed her face into the cushion and clamped down on his cock like a vise. Nox held firm as wave after wave of electricity made her body quiver sporadically in undiluted ecstasy. Nox massaged her lower back and hips as she lost herself in rolling waves of bliss.

When she finally settled down, Nox had her sit on his lap. She lowered her dripping sex on his erect member, and moaned when her labia parted for his manhood. Buffy bounced on his lap, riding his stiffness as he sucked wantonly on her pert pink nipples. Their gleaming bodies gyrated against one another, grinding repeatedly as they ran their hands over each other’s slick flesh. When Buffy’s bucking hips grew faster, Nox vibrated his cock once again, sending them both over the edge and into the embrace of pure ecstasy.

For the next hour, Nox fucked Buffy any which way he felt like, cumming inside of her at his leisure. And though it didn’t matter whether she climaxed or not, Nox wanted to hear her moan and scream until her throat was hoarse. He relished the way her tight cunt would quiver around him when she came repeatedly. Thus, he couldn’t avoid her ever-grander orgasms, until she finally passed out from bliss-mingled exhaustion.

Nox had long been ready to sleep, but couldn’t just yet. He left her a note before heading into the garage where he stored his tools and his motorcycle. Using his ring’s power, he kept himself awake for an hour to work on some rune schemes. Thinking about how injured Buffy was, Xander wondered if he could magically turn normal clothes into light, yet incredibly strong armor. Since he was having little luck with teleporting, armor seemed like a great next step. Xander was working out how the rune array would look when Buffy finally entered the spacious room. Neither of them spoke, and before it got awkward, Nox tossed her a blindfold.

She looked at him curiously, but he only turned on his bike. After Buffy reluctantly put on the black cloth, they rode out of the mansion. She held onto him tightly and enjoyed the coolness of the night and the vibration of the bike as they traveled to her house. Buffy’s neighborhood was dark and silent as he stopped in front of her home.

As she got off his bike and handed him the blindfold, Nox told the quiet girl, “I get what you’re going through, Slayer.”

She looked at him with distant eyes and it wasn’t hard to imagine her mind was a kaleidoscope of Angel, lost love, Angelus, unfairness, and all the mistakes she’d made. Xander would have hugged her; Nox would tell her nothing and walk away; and the boy in the middle wasn’t sure which wolf to feed. The mean wolf with more success—or the nice wolf who was often a doormat. All his pain and heartache made Xander’s decision.

Nox softly admitted, “I’ve lived lifetimes with that feeling of unfairness, loss, and complete confusion. My advice: find someone to lean on. A nice guy… bonus if he can make you laugh.” He sat more comfortably on his bike as he added, “Really try, Slayer, because if you keep this up—and I know exactly why you would—you’ll regret feeding that beast for the rest of your life.”

Nox didn’t wait for a reply. He drove away for some much-needed rest, and time to figure out how he felt about what just happened. It was the first time he had sex with Buffy, and he couldn’t tell if it was what he wanted or not.