PORN DAY FIC #2! "Forbidden Fruit" (NC-17; Underage Sex, Incest, BDSM, semi-bestiality, f/f)4/5
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hotTITLE: Forbidden Fruit 4/5
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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4. Joyce/Oz - BtVS Season Three-ish (Underage Sex, Graphic Language and Sexuality, semi-bestiality)
The first time she comes on to him, Oz has a quick flashback to The Graduate. Joyce's long, slender fingers on his knee under the dining room table, carefully manicured nails digging just a little into his leg. Just enough to freak him out.
Just enough to make him hard.
He clears his throat and shifts in his chair, both to rearrange the boys and to get a little farther away from her.
Surely she didn't mean it that way. It's just close to the full moon, that's all, and everything seems more... *more* now than it usually does. He turns away to listen more closely to what Giles is saying and puts the moment behind him. Imagination.
Two nights later, though, Joyce traps him in the corner of the kitchen, pushes him up against the wall and kisses him, caresses his instant hard-on right through his jeans, and he moans in spite of himself. Almost comes in his shorts when she nips his bottom lip and says, "I've always wanted to fuck a werewolf."
Then lets him go, grabs the soda she was bringing to the dinner table and walks away, spending the rest of the night pretending it didn't happen.
Now he's sure he's going nuts. That's the only explanation, right? Buffy's MOM would not want to have sex with him because he's a werewolf! Nobody in their right MIND would want to have sex with him because he's a werewolf. Hell, there was a time when he and Willow had talks about him wearing gloves when for their first time, because in spite of Giles' sputtering assurances to the contrary, Oz couldn't help wondering if he would infect her.
He's still so, so careful not to break her skin no matter how enthusiastic things get. He always holds back, so afraid...
As the gang leaves that night, Joyce catches him on the way out the door, fondles his rear and whispers, "I'll see you tomorrow night, Daniel."
He's got the new cage in the graveyard, but now he half wishes he could go back to the library and have someone there to watch him, because Jesus H. Christ he doesn't want to have to deal with the consequences if he's not going crazy and hallucinating all of this.
Mrs. Summers: werewolf groupie. By the time he kisses Willow good night and heads to bed, he decides to make an appointment with a psychiatrist Giles recommended with experience in the supernatural. He would much rather be cracking up, because therapy and medication he can deal with. Buffy's mom coming on to him... not so much.
The first night of the full moon, he locks himself in and strips like he always does, half watching the entrance to the crypt in part-terror, part-anticipation. Having decided he was simply going crazy, it's easy for him to think about Joyce as the attractive woman that she is. Even fantasize a little bit the night before as he jerked off, imagining her standing naked in front of the cage, saying, "I have a spell to protect me, and I know the combination..."
Except now she is standing in front of the cage, naked, saying exactly that. Oz stares at her with his mouth hanging open, but realizes after a moment that he's gawping at her surprisingly firm breasts and their coppery nipples instead of looking her in the face. She walks to the cage, smiles at him, and punches in the combination.
"Wait!" he objects loudly, but she swings the gate open, steps in, and slams it shut behind her, grabs him by the cock, and pulls him into a fierce, bruising kiss.
"No," she growls in his ear. "I spent a lot of money for this spell, and I'm going to use it to the fullest. Don't worry. You can't hurt me. You won't even be able to shift all the way. Just enough to make it..." She licks his ear from lobe to tip, the bites along the edge before she murmurs, "Hot."
He feels the sun set in his blood, that wash of boiling heat that makes it seem like his skin is going to melt off his bones as his body starts to shift. But there's no pain this time, and his consciousness remains somewhat, enough to realize that Joyce is down on her knees with his cock in her mouth as it grows, thickens, becomes so monstrously big that no woman would possibly want to...
But the animal inside him obliterates his thoughts as it wakens. He is still present, still human in some measure, but without conscience, without care, full of nothing but lust and hunger and the desire to rend and tear and rut. He pushes her away so that she falls on her back in the hay sprinkled over the cement floor. She lies there, all bare skin and tender flesh, eyes wide with fear even as he can smell the sudden increase in her desire as moisture floods between her legs.
She likes being afraid. She wants him to hurt her. Her nostrils flare as if she hears his thoughts and affirms them. He takes a step toward her. Hesitates just for a moment with the last bit of his will, some sliver of his being still terrified of what's about to happen.
Then she reaches out her hand, and that sliver is crushed under a tidal wave of pure lust. He leaps on her with no other thought but to mate. She screams and laughs all at once as he tears into her with cock, fang, and claw, laps away the blood from the wounds and tastes her orgasm straight from her veins as she drives into her again and again, mindless, savage, desperate. His own heart thunders in his ears as he explodes in the kind of ecstasy he has never even dreamed of sharing with... the Other.
He wakes the next morning alone, not a sign remaining of what he could have sworn happened the night before. When he goes to meet Willow at Buffy's house, Joyce is as she always was before -- nice and polite, offering soda and snacks that are in the kitchen as she rushes out the door. He spins to watch her grab her jacket and purse, open the door... and throw him a saucy wink before she disappears into the day.
Oz closes his mouth with an audible snap and swears he will find a new place for his cage next month.
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