Title: Succubus
Author: Carol A. Clarke
Email: Carol.Clarke@mail.state.ky.us
Warning: Over the top sex between two women, or between slayer and demon. Whatever!

Buffy was in the fight of her life. Their had to be 15 or 16 vamps fighting her, and then there was some kind of yellow demon directing the fight. She did a roundhouse kick into one of them while punching another in the face. She followed it with a scissors kick and a stake through the heart. It wasn't enough; there were two many of them. Then she was grabbed from behind and before she could do a head butt move she saw the rag covering her face, and she lost consciousness.

She woke to the smell of fire. Once her eyes were open she saw the light from the fireplace to the left of the bed. She was tied spread eagle on the bed naked.

"Finally you are awake." A woman said on the other side of the bed. She looked to be in her early twenties. Her hair was a dark raven color and her eyes were a deep blue that drew you in. Mesmerized you down to the deepest part of your soul.

"Where the hell am I, and what's up with the no clothes thing?" Buffy said in anger. Anger, which was fading from the slayer. The longer she looked at the women the more aroused she became. It was confusing, to say the least, to the blond. Buffy knew she should be screaming and trying to break free, but instead she was staring, with her jaw gapping open, and moisture leaking from between her legs. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute and her stomach was full of butterflies. The slayer knew her soul was lost.

"I see your body betrays you little slayer." The woman said sitting down next to Buffy and then running her hand inside the slayers secret folds. When she pulled her fingers out they were wet with Buffy's fluid. She laughed and then licked her fingers clean.

"My name is Morgan. I am a succubus. A kind of love demon. And you my most beautiful one, are going to fill my needs for the next three days."

Shivers ran down Buffy's back. She wanted this, whatever this was. She wanted this woman, this demon. Not even Angel had made her feel this kind of need. She was in agony with the need for Morgan. X-rated images raced through her head. Things she had never dreamed of doing. Didn't know how to do, but she wanted them. Wanted them all. Wanted to have them done to her. Wanted to do them to Morgan. When she came back from her flash of desire she was physical shaking with the need. Tears running do her face she whispered. "Please help me."

"First I have to claim you, make you mine. It will hurt but you are a slayer it will heal quickly." The demon said with a smile.

Morgan then walked to the fireplace and picked up a small brand that had been heating in the fire. She then walked over to the slayer. Rolling her on her side. The ropes had loosened on their own by magic.

"It is a small brand and will only hurt for a little while" With that said Morgan pushed the brand against the small of Buffy's back. Buffy bit her lip but didn't cry out. Morgan reached down and kissed her back and neck softly. Then she walked back to the fireplace and placed the brand on the bricks next to the fire.

Morgan seemed to lose her clothes as they magically disappeared. Buffy had rolled onto her back to watch Morgan not even noticing the pain from her lower back. The slayer could not take her eyes off the demon. The ropes began to tighten and pull her into place. Her legs bent and a pillow was under her hips raising her sex. She now lay ready and open, never wanting the touch of another more then at that moment.

The demon was smiling at her as Buffy's arousal grew. Morgan stretched across the slayer's body, kissing her lips while her hands lightly touched Buffy in all her sensitive spots. Buffy felt Morgan's tongue in her mouth and her fingers playing with her nipples. The blond was breathing hard on the edge of oblivion and then Morgan's mouth slid down her body kissing her until she was at her breast. Morgan began to suck her breast while her fingers combed through the slayer's pubic hair. Morgan then bit lightly on her left nipple and she came screaming with pleasure.

It didn't stop the succubus; she slid her hand inside the slayer and began pumping her with two fingers while torturing her nipples. The slayer was torn between feeling helpless and releasing the building pressure in her body. It was not long before the slayer came again.

Morgan was still not happy and moved her lips to suck on Buffy's clit. She tortured Buffy with her tongue and three fingers moving fast in and out of her. Yet again the slayer came. Next she pushed a finger in Buffy's anus while she keep pumping her pussy, now with four fingers. Her mouth still abusing the slayer's clit. It was too much to fast; Buffy came and then fell fast asleep.

When she woke she found herself on her stomach tied to a bench. The minute she saw the nude Morgan she could feel the moisture running down her legs. This time Morgan had different plans. Buffy felt the sting of a small whip. She recognized it from one of Giles lectures, a Cat-o-nine-tails. Morgan beat her thoroughly across her bottom, thighs and back, save for the still healing brand. That she steered clear of, Morgan's aim was not to hurt the slayer but pleasure her.

The whipping was not as back as many she had received from her vampire "friends." It hurt, but not more then she could bear. Still it bugged the hell out of her. Not because it hurt or anything, no because it was turning her on and that just scared her. Worse with every hit she was moaning in pleasure. Morgan finished the whipping and then admired her work. It was among some of her best work the demon thought. Then the raven-haired beauty waved a hand and was equipped with a dildo. She wasted no time, slamming deep into the slayer's pussy. Buffy was so wet it was like cutting into butter. She began a fast sea saw into the slayer thrilled by how the girl's body was wiggling underneath her. Even for a Succubus it was amazing how responsive the slayer was, how aroused, how willing to enjoy the gifts she was giving.

Buffy came hard and loud. Morgan was tempted to stop there and just admirer her work but she had a job to do. She kept going bring the girl to several more orgasms.

After three days the slayer was so worn out she couldn't even stand or stay awake when Morgan sent her home carried by one of her minions. Buffy had actually tired the succubus, making her work far harder at pleasing the slayer then most mortals. It had been a little more then two years since one of her projects had done that. Thought of the little high school girl she had moved on. The witch was a go addition to her household of loyal mortals. That was what Succubus do, they claim, take lovers to protect them, do there bidding. And in return she made them experience a moment of absolute love.

Most of her lovers where male: moral, demon, or vampire but always male. Then she picked a few female lovers. Those she chose careful, she cared for them as well. They were her pleasure rather then just her job. Now she had two excellent lovers. The blond slayer and the redhead witch were just what she wished for. The little witch's plan had been divinely inspired and she was happy she chose to follow it to the letter.

"You can trust that vampire to get her home safely right. He won't bite or give her to his vampire buddy's right." The red head said with fear for her friend in her heart.

"I promised to return her after three days and I have done just that." Morgan replied to the young witch.

"And you didn't hurt her right." Willow said in desperation.

"No more then you will do to her in the future little one. The slayer does seem to enjoy, lets say, a little kink. I know you, as well, enjoy that too little witch."

"Ah....Ah...Well, just as long as she is ok." Willow said.

"Do not worry, your plan will work fine, I have broken her inhabitation's just as I did yours two years ago."

"Ah yeah."

"We have time to play now come into the bed room and I will teach you a new game. You wear my brand little witch, so I know you are already mine."