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Chapter 3 centers around a fun night between Damon and Buffy, just hours after the last chapter. Damon tries his own brownies for the first time. He experiences being high with Buffy in her bed. As they get to know each other a little better, Buffy has some ideas for the hot jackal next to her.** A very NSFW read. This is the chapter that I wanted to write for some time now, and I'm glad with the results. Hope you are too!**

Damon awakens from an unexpected slumber to raucous thunder roaring in the thick clouds of the night sky. His scorched and puffy eyes flicker open to the sight of rain washing harshly against the window in front of him. The sight of it mesmerizes him in his current dazed state. He stares out to a section of trees in the forest outside, watching as they dance and sway in the breeze, illuminated by the streetlights from the parking lot downstairs. Calming piano music plays around him. The sound of it feels near, but oddly muffled. On the window itself, he notices blurry lines of text beginning to appear and disappear. The sight of it confuses him for a moment, but as he slowly lifts himself upright from the bed, he realizes that they are merely just a reflection of the TV playing the end credits of a movie he and Buffy were watching.

This relatively small amount of movement aggravates the buzz coursing through his body. He finds himself shaking subtly, but uncontrollably, having to plant his arms straight down into Buffy's mattress for support. Her TV is placed at the corner of the room, only a few feet away from her bed, the only source of light in the space. He stares at it slightly annoyed, wedging a finger into his ear to try and unclog them as the piano music from the credits sequence continues. With that to no avail, he huffs in frustration and clicks his tongue, sensing a taste of chocolate, making him laugh softly to himself. The brownie had definitely done its work on him, he comes to understand as he notices some movement in the bed next to him.

"Heyyy bud. How ya feeling there?" Buffy stares up to him with puffed eyes of her own, fully wrapped in her plush, blue blanket. Her cracked voice reverberates in his ears, like she is whispering from the opposite end of a cave. Damon follows the sound and swivels his head down towards her, struggling to look her in the eyes directly. He gurgles out a response.

"Guhhh... emm... I'm feeling... something for sure..."

"Pffft. Heh... good to hear", Buffy says as she begins to shimmy her way closer to him, untangling the bed sheet around her to drag it over his legs. "You blacked out for a bit longer than I thought you would. I was starting to get a lil' worried!... "

Damon gives no response. His vision starts to wobble and warp. He darts his eyes straight across Buffy's room to nowhere in particular, uncomfortably aware of the weight of his own head as it sways and shakes like the trees outside in the wind. He lifts his legs up to his chest to a fetal position, squeezing his arms across his shins, rocking himself back and forth. Buffy giggles in delight over his episode of panic before resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arm behind him for comfort.

"You're doing alright, Damy. Just lie down, ok? You're not going to die! You just need to rest and relax..."

Damon lets go of his legs, groaning like an undead creature as Buffy gingerly guides him down onto the mattress with little resistance. He lays frozen in an uncomfortable state as Buffy drapes the blanket up to his chest. She lifts up his limp arm and slides herself underneath it to rest at his side. With his hand planted at her hip, he unconsciously lets it slip down as she hugs herself into him tight, accidentally brushing it against her rear end. With a quick rush of regret, he pulls his arm out from under the blanket and looks down to Buffy, hoping that she did not notice, but incredibly fearful she did. She lifts up her head and smirks at him for a while before speaking again.

"Feel's good, right?"

"O-oh! Umm-"

"Being high? Feeling so lazy and useless? Giving in to the rush?"

Damon scratches his head, relieved that she did not ask why he pulled his hand away, but somewhat confused over what she meant.

"That's... supposed to be a good thing?"

"Yeah dude!", Buffy says with glee, having to cough to clear her hoarse voice. "Edibles are great! They free me from sooo much fucking stress. I got like... schoolwork, friends, family... other relationships, and this whole business we have just... rackin' my brain every damn day! It's just too much for me sometimes. I eat a brownie and I feel... y'know... free... even if it's just for a little bit. But hey, that's just me with my shit. How about you though? Must be nice to try your own stuff, right?"

Damon chuckles lightly, mostly out of awkwardness, as he thinks of an answer.

"Hmm. My own brownies? Yeah, they definitely taste as good as I'd imagine. It's not really my recipe though. It's my grandma's. She runs a small bakery with my mom back where I live."

"Oh, really? That's nice. Heh, you should get them to try your own spin on the recipe. Bet they'll love it."

"Oh, yeah, sure", he responds sarcastically. "If I want them to kill me for putting drugs in our family recipe. I'll let you know how that works out for me."

The two of them start to laugh. They spend a little extra time cuddling with each other as the movie credits come to a close. Damon could feel himself start to sober up as he relaxes in her embrace, but it comes to an end soon enough as Buffy frees herself from the blanket and grabs a nearby remote. Once she kneels towards the TV, flipping through various movie titles to browse for something else to play, Damon notices something odd about her costume when he takes a glimpse at her hip.

He can remember Buffy saying that her green, cotton stockings and long-sleeve orange tee was her back up, impromptu jack-o-lantern cosplay, since the face of one was printed on the front. All her other clothes were still in the dryer downstairs in the laundry room, and that's all she had left to wear. He also could have sworn she was also wearing a pair of orange shorts too before he fell asleep. Squinting at the fur between her sock and t-shirt, there doesn't seem to be anything in between.

"Uuugh", Buffy groans at the TV. "I don't know what else to put on here. Got any recommendations, Damy?"

Buffy twists herself back to Damon, who quickly snaps his head up towards her face. The bright light of the TV screen shines on her. His eyes start to trail to the illuminated outline of her figure. Her nipples seem to be poking through her shirt, and he cannot help but stare. Buffy snaps her fingers to get his attention.

"Uh... still feeling dazed there, bud?", she asks slowly.

"...S-sorry, are you asking me something?"

Buffy drops her head and snorts out a chuckle.

"Alright, I'll take that as a yes then! You're still getting used to the high... It's fine. I'll just... order us some food and find something to watch after, ok? I bet you're feeling hungry, huh?"

Damon feels around his stomach, which gurgles with perfect timing. Filling it with food sounds like a great idea to him.

"Yeah... yeah I really do. Uh, whatever my part of the bill is, I'll just-"

"Oh, you're fine, don't worry. I'll cover what we get. Call it a... business expense or whatever."

"Alright, fine with me! You need your phone though, right?"

Damon turns and stretches over to the nearby nightstand to detach Buffy's phone from off the charging cable. She immediately crawls over to stop him.

"Ooo, wait! I'll grab it myself. Can you... stay like that, though?"

"Oh... ok, if you say so... "

Damon rests himself back on the mattress as Buffy haphazardly stumbles over him, sliding her knees over his stomach and grabbing hold of the night stand.

"Ok, just... hold me in," she directs to Damon. "Don't let me fall forward!"

"Sure thing."

Damon reaches forward to wrap his arm under and around her thighs to keep her in place. He considers sliding his arm up to hold around her torso, but doesn't want to repeat the mistake his hand made earlier. He looks toward Buffy's head as she stretches forward to grab her phone. The tuft of her tail comes into view at the corner of his eye. He takes a peek back to where his arm is placed, nearly losing his entire grip over what he witnesses. With her tail lifting up the end of her shirt, he can clearly see that her shorts are gone, and his arm and face are now inches away from her fully exposed ass. The light sound of a charging cable thudding onto the floor is heard before he has a chance to react.

"Ha! Got it! Coming back!"

Buffy crawls backward to the bed with her phone in hand. Damon, now red in the face, quickly decides to get up and take a deep breath after what he just saw. Before he can get the chance, Buffy pins herself down at his side again, planting her arm over his stomach and slipping her leg down into his lap. It squeezes and holds against his thigh, only a few layers of clothing away from his enraged hard on.

"Alright, let's see what's good here... what are ya in the mood for, actually?"

Damon's heart beats out of his chest as he can feel her leg begin to grind against his throbbing cock. Buffy, meanwhile, pays it no attention as she continues browsing through her phone. She absolutely must know what she's doing to him, he figures, refusing to believe otherwise. Under his breath is a faint whisper of 'Holy shit, her pussy's right there'.

"What was that?", Buffy asks.

"U-Uhh... just... order whatever you want I guess? It's your money."

"Hm. Well you're gonna be eating it too, dude. How about pizza?"

"Pizza's... good."

"Awesome! Had it in my mind all day. What about you? Got pizza on the mind?"

Damon goes silent again, becoming more and more annoyed by her indifference to the situation. Buffy looks at him with a blank face, seemingly confused.

"Welp... don't strain yourself thinking about it. I'll just get us a large margherita, ok-"

"Fine!" Damon finds himself blurting out. "That's fine."

"Alllrighty then!"

After a few final taps on her phone, Buffy lifts from his side and presses him down by the chest to lightly toss the phone back to the nightstand. Damon desperately tries to adjust his shorts while under her weight, but loses the opportunity as she immediately goes to sit herself on his stomach, her legs locking him at the waist.

"One pizza coming up!", Buffy says, clapping her hands together. "It's gonna take abooout 45 minutes to get here. That gives us time to watch something, right?"

Damon stares down at her lap and up to her face, dumbfounded and incredibly crossed in the face. Buffy stares back, giggling before bursting with a devilish cackle.

"HAAHA! God, it's so fun to tease you! You look so mad! HAHAHA!"

"...Y-you can't be, ugh... ", Damon responds, pinching his forehead. "Alright. You know exactly what you're doing. I get that now."

"Oh, I have no idea what you're talking about, my little Damy~"

Buffy giggles some more as she leans to one hand towards him, swirling her finger in a circle on his chest, ogling at him with a tilted head and a seductive smirk. To her surprise, Damon quickly bats her hand away and sits himself upright, shifting her down to his crotch. Her face grows fearful over him leering at her with a more definitive look of anger. She looks away embarrassed, raising her hands up to him to appear innocent.

"Oh fuck", Buffy says softly, facing away from him. "I really didn't mean to piss you off with this. I'm sorry. I'll just-"

"Don't move."

Damon halts Buffy from crawling off his lap, wrapping his arms across her back to hug her in tight. Silence grows between them. Buffy hugs him back reluctantly as she sits frozen - pondering, somewhat dreading what his next move will be. Soon enough, he lets out a deep sigh, pats her back, and speaks again.

"You know, when me and Faye were out of the apartment a few hours ago... she told me what you did this morning..."

"...O-oh, did she?" Buffy starts to bite her nails.

"Yeah, in my room... or was it outside of my room? You were somewhere close she said. Anyways, yes... yes she did. We need to talk."

Buffy refuses to look him in the eyes, partly given to how tightly he was hugging her in. With how sheepish and guilty she feels in his arms, she couldn't bear to anyway.

"You know what, Buffy?" Damon continues. "This kinda surprises me, to be honest. I didn't think you'd ever be so... curious about me. Really, I just wanted to try my own brownies for the first time and hang out with you for a bit, but... I guess after seeing me... with my dick out... you wanted something more out of tonight, right?"

"Y-yeah... you can say that, sure. I'm, uh... a little confused if you still want to-OH!"

Damon cuts her off, lifting the end of her shirt to grab a handful of her rear end.

"Yes. Now I do."

Buffy settles herself further into his hug as he continues to rub her, breathing deeply against him as his other hand follows suit. She pulls down at the neck of his tank top to kiss at his chest. Damon admires her enthusiasm, tugging her back lightly by the hair and dropping his head down to have their lips meet. She doesn't hesitate, shoving her tongue deep into his mouth once they do. Time melts away as the two of them enjoy their sensual exchange, pausing for breath only to have their tongues dance with each other out in the open air, then quickly sealing them away again between each other's lips. After some time, Damon draws himself away, having to wrestle away her arms from around his neck to do so. He leans back to the bed, resting himself on his elbow, guiding one of her hands to the bulge in his pants.

"Well, this is what you wanted to see, right? Go ahead then. See it up close... "

Buffy licks her lips as she takes the initiative to pull his pants down. She pauses right as his girthy dick springs up towards her. As she anticipated, she needs to use both hands to grab hold of his entire length. Her hands move slowly at first, going up and down with small twists, one thumb rubbing at the base. Damon watches in awe, enamored from the sight of her amorous eyes and bite at the lip as she tightens her grip and strokes him harder and harder. He closes his eyes and drops his head back.

He can feel her weight shift down to his knees. His legs are pinned down by her entire body. One hand stays on his shaft as the other reaches in to cup at his scrotum. A breath of air breezes against his crotch before her pursed lips meet him again. With a few kisses at the tip, her lips slide down with a deep and heavenly moan, taking most of his length straight to her throat. He pants out loud and unashamedly as her head bobs up and down, twisting and turning ever so slightly. She pauses at the tip. Her tongue ring leisurely makes its way around it, making him clutch hard to bedsheets under him, sending him into a frenzy before she starts bobbing again. The buzz waves back to his body, taking the strength needed to keep resting on his elbows. Buffy continues to slurp away as he reclines back on the bed, grabbing him by the hips and taking him as far as her throat would let her. Eventually, she gives a final suck at the tip and lets her lips trail off him, leaving his crotch a wet mess as he gasps for air. She giggles at the state she's left him in.

"Too much already? Heh. Don't give up on me now, Damy... "

Damon's eyes remain closed as he struggles to speak.

"Just... hah... give me a minute. Fuck, that was good."

Buffy crawls off from his legs and pulls his shorts all the way off of him, tossing them to the floor. Damon opens his eyes to the sight of her going after her own shirt next. Her large breasts flop out as she wrestles it off of her. She tosses it to the foot of the bed and leans back, spreading her legs wide open toward his gaze. She beckons with a finger for him to come over. Sluggishly, he pulls himself up, forcing himself to fight off the jittering buzz as he inches towards her.

"HA!" Buffy bellows out. "I got you shaking already. Feels better getting sucked off high, doesn't it?"

Damon pauses once he reaches between her knees, still huffing to catch his breath.

"Got me there, yeah... feels a lot better..."

"Wonderful! Now..."

In an instant, Buffy kicks up her leg, wraps it over Damon's head, and pulls him down to her crotch. His vision is coaxed by green cotton, tan fur, and the devilish grin on her face.

"...Time to show me some love, Damy~."

Damon wastes no time as he grabs her by the hips and pushes his tongue deep into her pussy. Buffy quickly finds herself struggling to hold her leg lock tight as he devours her, lavishly licking and swishing away at the lips, making her drip down the bed sheets. Her legs release for a brief moment, allowing him to aim a little higher and lap at her swollen clit, making her gasp. Feeling weak in the knees, she leaves her legs open, giving him the chance to tease her a little. He intermittently pauses to peck his lips around her inner thighs, spending a little extra time kissing and sucking at the small areas that make her shiver and moan the loudest.

At every moment she wills herself to look down, she catches his sultry gaze, unflinching from his duty of pleasure. His eyes fill her with giddiness. She hopes that he doesn't stop, but can't help but want so much more. Suddenly, she feels a finger prod into her, making her gasp again. It goes from tickling to massaging to prodding her with all of its might. Buffy thrusts her lower body up to the tips of her toes to feel every bit of the intense motion. She bites her finger to mask her shrieks as the furious fingering is paired with a sensually long suck at her clit, making her rain with pleasure on the mattress. In desperation, she grabs Damon by the locs of his hair, signaling for him to pause as her body flops back down to the bed. He licks his lips and grins as she shivers with glee. In no time, he crawls over and preys at her breasts, squeezing them as he sucks on her puffy nipples, resting his entire body on her to prevent her moving.

"Fuuuuck... HAH... Fuck! D-Damy! Wait!"

Damon quickly removes his grasp and raises off of her. She continues to pant heavily, lightly rubbing at the soft cotton of her socks, trying to calm her shaking legs. Awaiting her response, he drops to her side, snaking his arm under her neck to rest her head on his bicep. Buffy opens her eyes once he's close again.

"Fuck dude... you're not too bad yourself."

"Heh, thank you. Feels better when you're high, right?"

"Ugh... shut up. That's my line."

"Alright, I'll shut us both up."

Damon leans in to kiss her again. Buffy takes his embrace, reaching up to grab at his hair and take him in deeper. His arm under her neck reaches around to cradle her breasts, as the other reaches down her stomach to open her legs wide again. Her body sways to the rapid motion of his fingers. Her moans bellow down Damon's throat as his fingers pull at her nipples and prod into her pussy, twisting and bending as they fight against her convulsing body. Damon loses himself in a trance as he continues to pleasure his soft and shapely roommate. He soon, however, snaps out of that trance and jolts back once he feels her hand pushing him away.

"W-wait...", Buffy whispers to him.

"Sorry. Uh, anything wrong with what I'm-"

"No no, just uhh... keep going. Ignore me."

"... Alright."

Damon approaches her cautiously, focusing first on his hand between her legs. He massages her again, testing out various speeds and surveying her reactions. At one moment, he pulses his fingers into her as quickly and powerfully as he can, thumbing at her clit, making her squeal and curl her back upward. Buffy pulls his mouth back to her once he does, signaling for him to keep that speed. She shudders with lust underneath him, pulling his locs with all her might, practically trying to inhale his whole throat as their tongues sloppily intertwine with each other. Damon grabs at her breast again, just to hold her turbulating body in place. He can feel her head start to shake even more violently, seemingly wanting him to pause again. Before he gets to do so, in a knee jerk reaction, Buffy grabs him by the arm and sinks her sharp claws deep into it.

"OOOWWW, FUCK!" Damon screeches at the top of his lungs as he scurries away from her side, grasping his arm in pain.

"SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! UH, STAY THERE I'LL GET SOMETHING!"

Buffy frantically leaps off the bed and darts straight into her bathroom. She pulls open her cabinet and rushes back into the room with a small first-aid kit. Damon sits up on his knees when she comes back to the bed, trying not to mind the scowl on his face once she does. He begrudgingly lets her take his arm and rub ointment over the wound and wrap a bandage around it, muttering out 'thanks' before sitting himself at the edge of the bed, away from her. An ashamed Buffy cleans up the first aid kit in the meantime and returns to the bathroom to place it back in the cabinet. She returns to face him again, offering a gentle wave and an awkward smirk.

"You uh... you deserve to be mad at me." Her tone fades from light hearted to regretful. "Again, I'm really sorry about... ugh, everything really. I'm just giving you a bad night, aren't I?"

"No no", Damon chimes in. "I mean, my arm still fucking stings from what you did, but I get it now. I was being too rough with you. It's my mistake."

"That's not it! I was definitely enjoying that, trust me. It's just... ummm... "

"Just what?"

Buffy notes the genuine concern in Damon's voice. She takes a moment to choose her words wisely. She glances at her claws, and they give her an idea.

"If I were to... file my nails down, would you want to start over?"

"Well... sure, yeah. We can continue. I just want to know if I'm doing anything wrong or-"

"You're not, Damy. In fact, I... want you to be rough with me. Er, rougher if you can. I just want us to have mindless, passionless sex, ok?"

Damon raises an eyebrow over how Buffy sped through the last of her words. He gets the notion that she is censoring her feelings in some way, like she wanted to give him a direct answer, but chose not to. Wanting to call her out on it, for the sake of his own closure, he recalls what Faye said to him earlier about Buffy and her feelings on relationships. From that, he decides to change course.

"Ok Buffy, I get what you're saying. Yeah, let's get that nail filer so you don't tear my neck out! Where is it actually?"

"Ummm... top shelf in the closet, maybe? Probably still in my nightstand drawer... "

"I'll check the closet and you check there then."

"Perfect! Look for a plain, gray shoebox at the top. It'll be lost in there somewhere."

"Gotcha."

Damon hops off the bed and heads to Buffy's nearby closet, as she goes over to her nightstand to look through the drawer there. Through a sea of hair ties and old charging cables, there's no nail filer to be found. Just as she picks up her phone nearby to check the time for the pizza delivery, she glances over her shoulder once she senses movement coming from her bed.

"Hey, did you find the, oh-"

"Your nail filer?", Damon says as he disrobes from his tank top in the middle of her bed, clasping one of her leather belts, folded in his fist. "Nah, didn't see it there. Oh, how much longer till the pizza gets here?"

"Eh, about 25 more minutes. ...W-what's the belt for, though?"

"Oh, this thing? Why don't you come here and find out... "

Buffy's heart starts to flutter as she closes the drawer and crawls onto the bed towards him. Her eyes are locked on to his exposed abdomen, marveling at the rugged shape of it. She goes to caress it before Damon snatches her by the wrist.

"Oop! Gotta be careful with those claws. Don't want another accident, do we?"

He leads her wrist toward the front of the bed, along with the rest of her, pushing her forward and bowing her onto the mattress. Buffy bites her lip, giggling in anticipation as he slides her legs underneath him and presses her thick rear end against his pelvis. She gets goosebumps from the feel of the leather brushing against her thigh, where her fur is most thin. Her eyes close as she awaits the stinging sensation, which to her surprise doesn't come. Instead, Damon reaches forward to grab her by the forearms and fold them over her back. There's no time to question it, as the belt is quickly looped up and tightened to trap them in.

"There!", Damon says delightfully as he pats her on the back and reaches for the TV remote. "That'll keep ya from scratching me. Let me know if it's too tight on you though. I'll throw on something to play in the background..."

Buffy twists her head back as far as she can to face him, only able to see him through the strands of hair clouding her vision as he puts on an episode of a cooking show and increases the volume.

"...Umm...Damy?"

"Oh, too tight? Let me just-"

"No, I'm fine there. Just was... kinda hoping you'd do something else with the belt... "

"Really now?" Damon asks as he tosses the remote to the side, reaching his hand to her face to part the hair from her eyes. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I don't know..." Buffy gives him a cutesy pout as she wiggles her ass against him. "Maybe something I deserve? For being a bad little girl?"

"Mhmm... and what's that?"

"...Do I really have to spell it out for you?", she replies, now growing annoyed.

"Hey, I don't want to make any mistakes myself. If you want something, you gotta tell me clearly."

Buffy huffs as she turns her head back to the front of the bed. She can sense the sarcasm in Damon's voice, as well as the firm grip of his on both of her cheeks, which only annoys her more. Trying not to sound embarrassed, she whispers.

"S...spank me... HHA!"

"Whoops!" Damon says after he strikes her cheek and grips it. "Got distracted, didn't catch that. What did you say?"

"Unh! Just... fucking... spank m-EE!"

Damon gives another strike, switching to her left cheek with the back of his hand.

"Oof, keep getting distracted back here! Sorry, do you mind repe-"

"JUST FUCKING SPANK ME ALREADY!"

"Ooooh, now I get ya! Heh... god, it's so fun to tease you! You look so mad!"

"Uugh, I'm gonna fucking kill yo-OOH... HHA... MMMPH fuck~..."

The TV continues to play in the background, the heightened volume barely enough to drown out the sounds and cries of pleasure as Damon lays a flurry of meaty spanks and swats on Buffy's plump ass. She lets her hips sway from the repeated force, savoring the burning sting, craving for her rear end to be as hot and red as her face. Damon takes a moment to part her thighs, just enough to slide his throbbing dick in between before he continues. He spits into his hands and rubs it all around the shaft, allowing him to slam his pelvis back against her. Buffy shudders from the shock it gives her, bubbling with anticipation, feeling his wet member so close to her dripping pussy. After another set of ear piercing strikes, she covers her rear with her tail, making Damon move his hands away. She turns back to him slowly to make her demands, short in the breath.

"Damy...", Buffy struggles to say, preoccupied with bouncing herself against him to stroke his dick. "Please... please fuck me... I need it..."

"Oh yeah... you and me both... "

Damon frees himself from the wet grasp, towering over her as his leg stretches forward to lay his foot on the mattress. He clasps her by the hip with one hand and aims for entry with the other. Buffy gives a long, sensual moan as the tip slips its way effortlessly inside her, toes curling once both hands are stitched at her hip.

"Alright Buffy, ready for more of my skills?"

"Yes Damy... yes... oooh yesss... give it to me... mmmph..."

Buffy's voice trails off into moans and whines as he starts thrusting her slowly. He soon moans in tandem to her, gazing down at the grip her lips are giving him as he stretches her out, admiring the ripple of her ass every time he thrusts in, giving it a good smack to make her tighten up some more. Buffy revels in the wrath. She concedes to the prison of the belt as he sends shockwaves billowing up her entire body. Her rear end curls up as far as it can go, giving him the allowance he needs to go faster. Damon repositions himself to do even better. His hands reach down to grab at her trapped forearms, pressing them down as he pulls back his hips and pounds her rough with a greater pace. The room echoes with the shrill slaps against Buffy's ass. She screams shrieks of pleasure down to the coils of the box spring. Damon pants louder and louder, losing his mind to his own indulgence. His position slowly, but surely, becomes hard to maintain as another brownie induced buzz creeps up in him. As much as he wants to continue hearing her yell for him, he eventually comes to a halt and takes his leg down.

"W-wait! Don't pull out!"

"Heh, no worries" Damon responds to her plea exhausted, keeping their bond as he returns to a kneeling position. "Let me just... get a chance to breathe here..."

Right as he lets out his first long breath, Buffy starts rocking herself back on him, making him yelp through gritted teeth. He falls back to rest on his hands, letting her have her way as his mind continues to numb.

"Haah... hnng... B-Buffy!" Damon gulps out in desperation.

"Yeah... what's up?"

"You're... k-killing me here, that's what! ...ooofuck..."

"Hah... aaagh... welp... guess I'm gonna have to... mmmph... kill ya till I cum then!"

Damon battles with his fuzzy mind and whirling vision as Buffy continues humping him without haste, too weak to try and stop her. Before long, he gives in fully, closing his eyes and moaning to the ceiling as she further numbs his mind. Once the buzz starts to subside, he reaches for her tail and lifts himself back to center. Another smack to the ass gets her to stop.

"Mmmm... about time! I was getting tired from that!"

Damon huffs a chuckle to her under his breath.

"You're a real freak, you know that babe? Buff! Buffy! Fuck, didn't mean-"

"Woah woah woah there!" Buffy twists herself back to say, sarcastically astonished at his remark. "You better calm yourself back there. Don't get the wrong idea just cause you got your dick in me! 'Babe' comes after I'm taken out to dinner at least!"

"Hmph. Well... we are getting pizza later, right?"

"Yeah, and I'm the one paying for it, asshole!"

"You said you would!"

"...Oh yeah. Heh. Brain's still a lil' fuzzy..."

"Yeah, you're telling me..."

Damon glances over to Buffy's phone on the nightstand. About 10 minutes seem to have passed since he last asked for the time, meaning they have around 15 left. He looks back down to Buffy once he feels her wiggling her ass, to which he reaches his fingers to her back and claws lightly down to her hips, where he grips her again. Buffy bites her lip, twisting her shoulders back to place, keeping her gaze with one eye up to him.

"Alright Buffy... " Damon says softly as he folds his calves over hers to pin her down further. "I won't call you babe. I'll call ya something else... "

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"...My bitch."

Immediately, their session begins again. Damon takes no time thrusting in and out of her with breakneck speed. Buffy can barely catch her breath. Her hair falls over her eye as she ducks her head down to bite at the sheets beneath her, wanting to take a whole chunk out of the mattress as she screams from the immense amount of pleasure. The frame of the bed squeaks and rattles from the force. The TV remote loses its batteries crashing to the floor. The volume of the show fades to background noise with the ear piercing slaps of flesh in front of it. Damon grunts and growls to the open air with beads of sweat pouring down his face as he strives to keep up with his own hips. Buffy loses her bite at the bedsheet, wailing and cursing beneath him, absolutely powerless. Giving herself into the burning sensation of her spanked ass, the inescapable grip of the belt, and the unflinching clutch he has on her hips and over her legs, she wraps her tail around Damon's forearm. She pleads for him to continue through a drooling mouth, begging him to make her cum.

Her words set off fireworks in his mind. He fights his fatigue, taking her tail and clenches it into his fist, content on not having his dick slip away from her as she starts to leak down into her socks. Even with her motivation, the sweat making its way into his eye sockets forces him to give one final, forceful thrust and pause, leaving them both gasping for air. Just as Buffy feels her eyes returning to the front of her skull, Damon lunges at her trapped arms, lifts her body up from the bed towards him and resumes.

He uses all his might to keep the both of them steady as he returns to breakneck pace. Since his hips can't move back as far as he wants, he adjusts his grip, placing his palms under the forearms to pump Buffy's body back and forth. She goes hysterical as she screams, salivating at the mouth from the sheer amount of restraint. An orgasm flares up inside of her. There's no strength left in her to say it out loud. Instead, she points her agape mouth upward, screams in silence and shudders as she lets it flow out of her. Her body convulses as she lets out a startling scream, forcing Damon to let go, lean them both back, and grab hold around her stomach instead.

The two are left resting on their knees. Buffy nuzzles herself into his embrace once she stops shaking. Damon uses his nose to brush away the hair from her neck, bowing down to kiss and nibble at it. He slips his hands up to grab at her breasts and twists her nipples, making her whine with ecstasy. Once his arms stretch off her stomach, she lets herself fall freely to the mattress. Damon rubs at his arms to relax himself, staring down to his motionless lion friend in a heap, admiring the smile he sees on her own tired, sweaty face.

"Haaah... haa... let me... give you some more... air there..."

Damon reaches for her torso and twists her whole body to lie her back first on the bed, proceeding to push her upward to the headboard and rest her head on a pillow. Buffy shows signs of life as he leers over her, giggling before biting softly at his lower lip. He returns with a bite at hers, leading to a deep kiss.

"H-holy shit" Buffy stutters out once their lips part ways. "You got me shaking now, Damy..."

"Yeah, I can see that. I take it you enjoyed yourself then?"

"I did... I did..."

"Glad to hear. I have a question, actually..."

Buffy's eyes go wide as Damon clamors for the headboard and crawls his body forward to sit at her shoulders and place his steamy, dripping dick to her lips.

"Mind helping me out with this?"

"Oh fuck! I thought you popped too! ...Ok Damy. I'm all yours..."

Her tongue twirls around the tip as he reaches for her hair. Bit by bit, he pushes his dick into her mouth. He lets out a soft moan as he starts to hump it, his hips drawing in closer and closer to give her more to swallow. Buffy keeps her jaws wide and lips sealed, letting her saliva dribble down her neck, taking all of him with no problem.

"Fuuuck... Buffy... I'm getting close here."

Suddenly, he sees her violently shaking her head, making him withdraw from her mouth.

"Oops! Sorry... not there?"

"Nope. On my face. Do it."

"...Not a problem."

Buffy closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out to the tip again. Damon pushes her head back further as he starts to stroke himself quickly. She ogles up to his sweat drenched body, imagining how sexy it would've been to see him fucking her from a different view. She shuts her eyes for protection just before her muzzle is covered with thick lines of semen. Damon towers over her exasperated, sweat dripping onto her as he reels from his orgasm. She grins at the sight when her eyes open again, running her tongue down the length of his dick, throbbing as it rests on her face.

"Oh, I'm loving the view I'm getting down here. Did you enjoy yourself too?"

"Oh yeah... you felt real fucking good. You probably want that belt off you now, huh?"

"A wet towel too, please... "

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Midnight rolls around as the rain starts to settle and the clouds start to part. Buffy rests on her stomach under a blanket as another episode reaches the end of its runtime. With her is the company of a sleepy eyed Damon and a pizza box that he keeps peeking over to. Buffy roars out a huge, long yawn as she closes out the streaming app and rests the remote at her side.

"Yup... it's nap time for me," she says while twisting herself around to pull off her dried socks. "You can have the rest of the pizza if you want, Damy. It's fine with me."

Damon lets out a yawn himself, swinging his legs off the bed with a hand clutching the pizza box.

"You sure? Alright, thanks Buffy. Gonna have to run a couple extra miles tomorrow to make up for it, though. Eh, it'll be worth it."

"Oh, a couple extra slices won't kill ya. You can count calories another day."

"...You know what, you're absolutely right."

"Hell yeah. Besides, if you want some extra workout sessions in the future, you can just, y'know, pay me a visit in here... "

"Oh? You'd want to do this again? Not saying I wouldn't want to, but-"

"Of course, bud. We can have more fun with each other if ya want. I won't mind~."

Damon nods to say likewise as he makes his way to her bedroom door with the pizza box in hand. Before he turns back to say his goodbyes, a thought comes to mind as he glances at her disheveled bed.

"Hey Buffy, would you uh... want to come to my room tonight?"

"Pfft. Sheesh Damy, not right now!"

"Oh no, of course not! I was just thinking... your room kinda reeks of pizza, and you got a huge wet spot in the middle of your bed. Maybe you'd sleep better in mine? With me there too but... hands to myself and all that...you know."

"Hmmm." Buffy ponders over accepting his offer, but soon decides to just crawl back to the top of her bed, pulling her blanket and the remote with her. "Appreciate you asking Damy, but I'm fine sleeping in my wet bed. I'll still be comfy here. Wouldn't be the first time anyway. You have a good night though, ok?"

"Yeah, you too. Do you want the door closed or slightly open?"

"Uh... closed, yeah, that's fine."

"I was talking about mine..."

"Ugh. Goodnight Damy!"

"Heheh... goodnight, Buffy..."