Everything was a dream to the Slay’R. A rollacoaster of pleasure and pain that ripped through her body, her soul. A monster that ravaged her, devoured her and she gave everything willingly however deeply he plunged. Lucy eagerly shed the tight skin of the warrior, allowing Jacob to touch the teenage girl beneath. And he touched her softly. Lighting every spark of her core, penetrating her deeper than any before. Her muscles ached as she crushed his face into the soft furred flesh of her maidenhood before spreading before him, a slight tricle of blood running down from the teeth marks on her neck, down the cleft of her breast. Every urge was to fight back, to dominate. Instead she came in a thunderous climax.
With both left spent and tired, Jacob more so than Lucy who eagerly wanted to plunge back into that pool of sexual exploration, still wet from her taste of what hell has to offer, they slowly made their way to Willows house, never leaving the others gaze, hands tightly clasped together - Both unaware of the shadows movement around them. Willow was outside on her porch as the pair walked up. Her hair hung long and red, brighter then normal, a side effect of Willows magic being in tune with her emotions, magic that was out of the teenagers control. The first thing Lucy noticed was the small Hymotite ring on her friends thumb, it grew darker to hide itself. “What’s wrong”, asked Jacob without any concern in his voice. Willow was weeping, the tears flowing down her cheeks and nitting her stomach in cramps. Her hair floated over her face with a life of it’s own as she looked up at the pair of them, she could see them clearly, as if all the walls of pretense and every hidden thought were colours painted on a wall. Lucy to willows eyes was coverd in cum, Jacob’s hand prints all over her skin, this fear that others might know what she enjoyed rather than the heroic warrior she used as a shield to hide her true self. Willow glanced at Jacob also…..there was nothing there, not even a soul. Over come again Willow fell back into sobs, the tips of her ears appearing through the folds of her mane like the delicet elfs of myth and legand. “Xander” she sobbed, “…Xander, he’s gone”. Lucy was confused but it didn’t stop her comforting her friend, taking her inside and up to her room. Jacob made his apologise and left leaving Lucy with a cold feeling from him. There was something going on there, but with Willow a mess something had happened here as well. The went upstairs to Willows sanctuary. All sorts of spices and herbs litterd the teenagers room filling the air with a stuffy mix of scents, foliage even taking over the dusty laptop in the corner of the room. More than once, now in the company of her friend Lucy found another lace undone to the point her cloths were hanging on her by a thread, not having the time to redress properly. She realized if Willow had noticed she didn’t say anything about it. What had happened to that goofball Xander. He was never Lucy’s type, but Willow was connected strongly with him, perhaps even loved him. “We were at the Wobbly Goblin”, Willow stammerd, “things were…well. And then this beast came in, this monster. I felt him emediatly…dread, just dread. It destroyed everyone, tearing them apart. Killing everyone, except me, it left me and all I could do was cry”. She sat down on the bed, her nighty with a blue Pussy…cat on it rolling up ever so slightly. “It took Xander, just took him”. Lucy sat beside her concerned, feeling ashamed that while she lay with her lover so much death had happened, her hand stroking the sheathed blade she placed next to her. “what about your magic” she, asked, “I thought you had the power to…”. Willow spun on her angrily, the fire re-igniting in her eyes “Nothing…nothing Lucy”.