Ducks: Queen of Frickin' Everything

I decided to split this story up so that people can read one without being forced to read the others. PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS IS PORN. My purpose was to write the most inappropriate content I could without tripping over my own Squick lines. Any flames or complaints about content will be ignored. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED -- IF ANY OF THE ABOVE SQUICKS YOU, DO NOT CLICK!

TITLE: Forbidden Fruit 2/5
AUTHOR: Ducks, The Anti-Joss
E-MAIL: ducksfanfic@gmail.com
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
DISCLAIMER: Heh. Yeah, not so much. I'm thinking their corporate owners may not appreciate this kind of story involving their characters.
RATING: Oh, WAY NC-17
WARNINGS: Underage sex, incest, gender-bending, strap-ons, f/f slash, graphic language
PAIRING(S): Buffy/Giles, Faith/Dawn, Connor/Darla, Joyce/Oz, Xander/Cordy
TIMELINE: Various. It's not really important, but it's noted at the beginning of each story.
SYNOPSIS: Naughty, inappropriate sex for no particular reason.
WORD COUNT: ~6650 (total)
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask. Chances are good that I'll say yes. :)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Five REALLY Naughty Pornlets for BRING BACK THE Pr0N DAY 2007! Just to be clear for anybody who doesn't get the line between fiction and reality, by writing these, I am in no way condoning any of this behavior in real life, nor is it meant to offend those who consider themselves survivors or victims of any of these things in real life. I'm very clear that sexual relationships involving an imbalance of power not agreed upon by two consenting adults is BAD. I am also well aware that being gay, cross-dressing and/or teens safely exploring sex with other teens is NOT bad. This is fiction, okay? The point of these is to be as inappropriate as I can be subject-wise in response to the attack on freedom of expression by the small minds of various corporate entities that shall remain nameless.

Plus, they're challenging, because all are out of my "comfort zone", and nobody seems to write PWP anymore. *pout*
FEEDBACK: That would be awesome, thank you!

All mistakes are mine -- my dirty betas are all gone to Dragon*con! *cries*

"Forbidden Fruit”
by Ducks

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2. Faith/Dawn - BtVS Season 7 (Underage Sex, f/f slash)


"It's the end of the world, and I've never... I mean... we could totally die tomorrow, and I want..."

Faith could have let the girl go on and on... and probably on, but what was the point? She knew damn well what Dawn Summers wanted. The only thing she couldn't figure was why Buffy's kid sister wanted it from her.

"You want somebody besides you to make you come."

Dawn flushed beet red, her eyes going wide as she looked away. "I..." She swallowed stiffly, stared at the carpet and nodded. "Yes."

"Didn't know you liked girls, Sunrise," Faith said, bringing up that long-ago nickname on purpose. Maybe if she made the kid uncomfortable enough, she'd go away before Faith was forced to take her up on the offer of untouched flesh given so freely. Man. Just the idea of it made her seemingly constant arousal lately kick up a notch, and she felt her own pussy pulse at the notion of all that fresh, hot skin under her mouth and fingertips. The unassuming trust, the cries of discovery and shock that anything could be so fucking good.

There was nothing quite like a virgin, given the right circumstances.

The youngest Summers shrugged, a gesture so like her older sister that it only made Faith hotter. And brought back sharp visceral flashes of younger days, more innocent, decadent. The two Slayers, tangled together in the carefully trimmed hedges inside Sunny Rest. In the ratty bed in Faith's hotel room. In Mrs. Summers' shower when Buffy's mother was out of town. In the stacks at the library. In Xander Harris' basement. Everywhere, anywhere they could get their hormone-addled hands on each other.

Of course, Buffy was a total LUG (Lesbian Until Graduation) though, and hadn't shown even the slightest interest in Faith since her prodigal return to the 'Dale. But this... maybe this was better. Dawn would be hers, all hers, and there wouldn't be any guilt or Angel issues involved to get in the way of the fun.

"I like both," Dawn finally confessed, forcing her gaze back to Faith's in a show of bravery that made the Slayer dig the kid just a little bit more for her own sake than for her older sister's. "Janice and I make out all the time. I just want to go farther. I mean... if the world's going to end tomorrow. Tonight might be my last chance."

Faith shifted up farther in the bed, squirming a little bit at how turned on all of this was making her. Pretty much since she'd been back here in the Summers house, her dreams had been filled with nubile young proto-Slayers throwing themselves at her, licking and sucking her into screaming bliss, but never for a minute had she thought anything would come of it. Hell, she'd been counting on spending the night with that hot principle, truth be told.

Must have been all the feminine hormones floating around here that made this seem like so much better of an idea suddenly.

"Fuck it," Faith decided aloud, and swung out of the bed, standing up mere inches from the target of her attention. The rest of the house was already settled in sleep, that heavy quiet you can only get in a building full of tense, horny, scared women trying to rest. Hell, Faith had just spent three years in the joint, which was exactly that kind of place. And really, she thought as she took Dawn Summers into her arms and claimed that lush little mouth with her own, the kid reminded her a lot of Phaedra, Faith's cellmate and lover on the Inside. They both had that long, lanky, not-quite-grown thing in common, but Dawn had the addition of nice, hefty tits. Plus, Phaedra had been almost 30, and Dawn...

Hell, if Dawn was a day over 16, Faith really couldn't give any more or less of a shit. The kid was old enough to know she wanted somebody else to give her an orgasm, so who the hell was Faith to say she wasn't ready to get exactly that?

The girl was pretty much putty in her hands. Dawn moaned and melted like butter as Faith devoured her lips, tasting that pouty flesh as it parted to admit her tongue, plunged inside to tease the one within until Dawn responded by digging her long, slender fingers into Faith's hair, blunt, practical nails gouging her scalp. That shot of pain was enough to kick Faith's arousal up a notch... or ten... thousand. It had been a while since she had somebody new, and this somebody in particular hit more of her buttons than she was willing to admit out loud.

She suckled Dawn's tongue, eliciting a deep, throaty moan from the girl as her knees buckled. Faith followed her down as Dawn fell back on to the bed and came to rest beside her, giving her better access to her long, lanky body. Faith liked women with long legs like Dawn's, and she already had a perfectly detailed visual of them wrapped around her head while she ate that tender, young pussy.

But there was an entire night still ahead of them, a long way to go before this was through. Dawn wanted an orgasm? Faith was going to give her a couple dozen by sunrise...and show the younger woman how to give a few back besides. The trick was to make Dawn so hot that she would beg for everything, from the giving and the receiving ends.

Faith continued to assault Dawn's mouth with her own, nipping her lips, sucking her tongue, feeling the taught young body flex and writhe beneath hers. She nudged Dawn's legs apart with her knee, and brought it up tight within the juncture of the younger woman's thighs, grinding into Dawn's crotch, hitting her sweet spot roughly even through the thin yoga pants she wore. Faith could tell when she scored a direct hit by the increasing volume of Dawn's cries, and Faith rubbed her own aching pussy against the hard ridge of Dawn's hipbone as it hit just the right place.

Faith slipped her eager hands under Dawn's tee shirt, caressing her smooth, fresh skin with a feather soft touch, making the kid shiver and moan all the more, arching her back as if she could bring Faith's knee deeper into her crotch and force her to fondle her breasts. It was hard to miss that Dawn had come dressed for the occasion -- no bra hampered Faith's access to those lush tits, and no panties came between Faith's knee and the sopping wetness of Dawn's hot pussy.

"Jesus, you're wet," Faith hissed in her ear, then dove down to nibble and lick at that tender shell before moving down to her strong jaw, and then the pale, pulsing column of her neck. She spent so much time exploring this area, along with the fine bones of Dawn's clavicle and shoulders, that the younger girl was fairly humping Faith's leg before she was through. That was a good signal that it was time to move on. She slid her hands along the sides of Dawn's trembling body, taking the soft cotton material of her tee shirt with them, then pulling it up over her head and tossing it away, exposing that fantastic chest to the cool air of Buffy's bedroom.

Another thing Dawn had over her sister, besides the endless legs, the inexperience, and heartier build -- those luscious tits. Not only were they hefty and round, but they were tipped with dark coppery areolas with big, hard nipples in the center.

Faith's favorite. She could hardly wait to get them between her teeth, but there were other moves to make first. She licked one long, slow line from the hollow in Dawn's collarbone, over her sternum and the hard plane of her upper abdomen, paused to swirl the tip of her tongue in the belly button, and finally ended a millimeter above the low-rise waist of the cotton pants. Dawn clutched Faith's shoulders as if for dear life, moaning and sighing like she was dying, and Faith knew that so far, all was going according to plan. She could ask for almost anything, now, and the youngest Summers would give it to her. Faith followed the same wet trail in reverse, but now blowing cool air between her lips and watching the goose flesh rise beneath.

When she arrived at Dawn's face, those big, blue eyes were wide open and staring at her in wonder, kiss-swollen lips parted, sweet breath panting, soft cheeks flushed, and the musk of her arousal perfuming the air. Faith couldn't remember the last time she had seen anything so fucking hot. She plunged back in for another devouring kiss, her hands suddenly out of her control as they claimed those breasts, fingertips circling from the outer curves inward to the nipples, avoiding any contact with them until the very end, when she pinched both between thumb and forefinger -- just the tiniest shot of pain with the pleasure.

Dawn fairly roared, her legs spreading wide open and her pelvis slamming up into Faith's, struggling for more rubbing for her pussy. But Faith raised her hips up and away to deny her that sweet friction.

"Not yet, baby," she murmured in the whimpering girl's ear. "Just wait. You wanted to come, I'm gonna make you come all night."

"God, Faith, please!" the girl cried, reaching up to clutch at Faith's bare ass with her fingernails. Faith hadn't bothered to dress in more than a tee shirt herself while she recovered from her near death experience, and now she couldn't be more glad as Dawn forced Faith's bare pussy down onto her hip once more. "Please, please please fuck me please."

It was like a shot of pure adrenaline in Faith's blood, those moaned, desperate words from the kid beneath her. And suddenly all of her carefully laid plans didn't seem as important as getting her fingers deep into that tight, wet sex, and giving Dawn that climax she wanted so badly. There would be time for more, slower, careful orgasms after. With Slayer strength, Faith tore the yoga pants Dawn was wearing into shreds and threw them aside, climbed on top of the bucking, writhing young body, and plunged three fingers directly inside Dawn's already throbbing snatch. She was sopping wet and tight as Faith expected, but there was no physical barrier to bar her full entrance. Didn't matter -- kids lost their cherry all kinds of ways these days that didn't involve sex.

Faith couldn't have given a rat's ass at that moment as she climbed Dawn's form, watching her young face go wild with bliss as Faith fucked her, slamming three fingers into Dawn's pussy, and sliding her thumb up over her clit with every thrust. Most kids went for the soft and gentle first time, but not the sister of the Slayer, oh no. She bucked upward, forcing Faith in harder, faster, deeper, crying out and snarling like some kind of animal, uncaring about the house full of others all around them and below, until finally she froze. Her eyes flew open, staring blankly into nothingness. Her pussy squeezed so tightly around Faith's fingers that the older woman could swear she heard her knuckles crack, and came in a silent, shuddering rictus that shocked the hell out of Faith.

All the noise Dawn had just been making on the ride up, she would have thought the kid would be more of a screamer. But hey, there were still other tricks to try.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh, God!" Dawn was panting, gone limp and still on the bedspread. "That was amazing!"

Faith gave her a wicked grin and began to slide face first down Dawn's torso toward that fount of sweet funk she could smell below.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Sunrise," she purred.