3Ultimate Challenge Chapter 3
Faith stripped off her clothes, taking great delight in the look of hunger glinting in Connor's eye, as she revealed her toned and muscular body. It was times such as these that Connor showed he couldn't get enough of her, despite the passage of time. Connor and Faith were still in the phase of the relationship where love and lust blended into a sensual compulsion that overrode their baser instincts
Faith grinned, at Connor's look of ravenous desire. It illustrated just how much Connor wanted her, and really Faith, couldn't get enough.
"My god, Faith, you always look amazing!" Connor breathed before Faith started undressing him.
Faith then pushed him onto the bed. It was lucky that this world had heard of mattresses and sheets Faith mused as she gazed at the snowy sheets that adorned their navy mattress
"You're not bad either," commented Faith, looking him over.
Connor had that fit nerd body going on, like Peter Parker from the comic books she read, with long lean muscles hidden under his shirt. Faith sat on top of him as Connor attempted to touch her breasts, Faith's smaller, yet far from delicate, hands firmly pushed against his own, sending them over his head to grip the headboard. "
Oh, Faith, please let me touch you," Connor moaned in frustration.
"Now Tiger, you know our rules. No touching the goods until I say when you can," reprimanded Faith, a playful smile meeting Connors's look of frustration.
Faith gripped his shaggy, sandy hair, as she gently hauled him up, her supple lips caressing his firmer ones with delicate caresses, their tongues battling for dominance as Connor's member thrust into her velvety mound Faith's delicate fingers tracing sharp lines across his wiry muscles.
"Harder," Faith murmured, knowing a mild command was needed. She knew Connor was holding back his full strength, fearing he might hurt her.
The slayer and her supernatural boy toy had strength that equaled out the others which was a good thing. Faith didn't have to hold back. Unlike with Robin or her other lovers since she became the Slayer.
Despite their three-year age difference, Connor made the dark-haired slayer happy and she knew he was attracted to her for more than just her body. Which was fairly new for her. Faith, in turn, found his strength, enthusiasm, and brains to be good enough in assisting in dealing with the forces of evil, and adventurous enough to do whatever she suggested, especially in the bedroom to be very attractive.
In comparison Faith's exes in South Boston, such as Kenny, Ronnie, and Steve had been scumbags or deadbeats. Robin had proved the exception to the rule because he was a nice guy and, last she heard, he was running the Cleveland squad with Rona.
"Is this ok, Vixen?" Connor murmured, quietly with his waist clamped between her knees.
"Yeah, it's fine, Tiger," answered Faith in between moans. "So don't hold back or stop!"
"Yes ma'am," joked Connor
Faith said nothing smiling at his joke. She grabbed her lover's nipples between her fingers making him squeak before rolling them in small circles. Connor's neck arched as he growled in pleasure. She bit his Adam's apple with her teeth. trailing kisses down his neck to his pectoral's Faith moved on, to latch onto his wiry muscle, gracing his skin with a further bitemark that twinned itself with the one adorning his neck.
"That feels so good," mumbled Connor. "Even if you're the one biting me."
The older woman laughed "I like to mark my territory. Just in case some bad guy gets ideas."
Connor rolled onto his side, still nestled inside her as Faith ground her bud against him. Faith slowly removed her hands as she came, orgasmic waves of pleasure crashing over her making her feel as though she would drown in the storm of her own sexual bliss. Finally, they flopped onto their bed the thrumming sounds and sterile scent of the space base, bringing them back down to their place on Earth. Or as much like Earth as a space base could get.
"That was…" panted Faith. She wasn't sure how long they had been getting it on.
"Fun."
"Yeah, Faith ran her hand over her lover's damp hair. "So, rest now, Tiger."
As her tiger recovered his breath, the brunette Slayer remembered the first time they had met. Wes had broken her out of prison to help recapture Angelus. Faith hadn't liked Connor then, believing he was an obnoxious brat. In hindsight, she had missed his pain, the deep wounds in his soul. Growing up in hell; being raised by a madman would've broken anyone.
Faith understood her past with Kakistos, killing her Watcher, and then the mayor taking her in when she felt no one understood her, especially B and her Scoobies after she had killed the Deputy Mayor by accident it all made her feel isolated from those around her. No wonder the evil sorcerer had played her so well, much like how Cordy did with Connor. Back then they had been so desperate to be loved by anyone, to matter to someone.
It was true that Connor had been trained to distrust his father, which made it impossible for Angel to get through to him by conventional means. However, the memory wipe had healed Connor's mind, although Faith had her objections to what Angel did making a deal with that nasty law firm Wolfram and Hart.
Faith never forgot Lindsey and that bitchy woman Lilah hired her to kill Angel. But the brooding vamp believed that there was something in Faith that was worth saving and protected her from Buffy. Later she and her mystical sibling B were on the rooftop facing off against those Council jerks. Faith turned herself in and did her time for a murder that was before Wes needed her help.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Connor, stroking her shoulder.
"Not much, Tiger," replied Faith.
Distantly they could hear two sets of moans and growls as if someone was having fun in one of the nearby rooms. To Faith, it sounded like B and her vamp had the same idea.
"Looks like someone is having fun," said Connor drowsily. "So, it's not just us."
"Yeah," commented Faith. "Slaying does make us hungry and horny," she added before they dozed off with the brunette covering Connor with the sheet.
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In Buffy and Spike's room at the space base.
Buffy lay on the bed she shared with Spike breathing heavily, her vampire mate cocooning her in his pale muscular arms, their uneven breathing mirroring each other, though one of them didn't need oxygen. Spike always had a tendency to pant after love-making.
"Wow. Just… wow," Buffy murmured and as she gazed lovingly up at him.
Spike offered a genuine smile. "Did you like that Luv?"
'I did," Buffy giggled. "You always rock my world"
Buffy traced invisible lines across his hard and muscled chest with her forefinger. Her body ached in all the right places but she struggled to care. She was in Spike's arms; Buffy was more than satiated. Life was great, even though they were in a strange dimension having to face foes that were supposed to be dead.
"Are you all right with Angel staking Drusilla?" Buffy questioned. "She was your sire. You shared a century together."
"Well, Pet it had to be done, and besides, Dru would've preferred that it was me or Peaches who did it. Her soul is at peace now," Spike commented reassuringly.
"I never liked that Master pillock," he remarked suddenly.
"Did you know him?" Buffy asked interestedly.
"Not really, Angelus was never a member of the Master's court, but Darla was. The ice queen never liked me or Dru. So, she never took us to see her sire. I only knew stories about him from overhearing that prancing ponce and Darla. He was a monstrous bastard, and he didn't seem like my cup of tea with his emphasis on ritual and worship of the Old Ones," explained Spike. "The ones like Illyria would've bloody eaten him."
Buffy nodded. She tried not to think about Spike's evil past too much, especially the past which involved Angelus. Buffy also blocked out any mention of Illyria, the demon god who had taken over the body of Winifred Burkle (or Fred for short). Illyria had died in battle, fighting alongside Angel and Spike. Her best friend, Willow, had been furious with Giles for denying help. Buffy herself, had not agreed to send Andrew to pick up Dana.
Buffy focused on the memories of their time together in bed. Spike had been slow but worshipful, kissing every inch of her body before she climaxed several times. Spike always had such a talented tongue and was a master with his hands. Buffy shivered as she remembered her final scream of pleasure
Spike smiled at her as if he could sense what she was thinking.
"Your body is an incredible thing, love," he said before he chuckled to himself.
"What's so funny?" Buffy asked
"Well pet, did you hear Hellcat putting the mini poof through his paces in their room?" asked Spike, still chuckling.
"I did! Although I wish that I didn't," answered Buffy, shuddering. She knew that Hellcat was his nickname for Faith, which fitted the brunette Slayer.
"Slayer girls are wild," responded Spike. "But you are a goddess with so much passion and strength that I am amazed that you let me touch you like this, despite everything that I have done, Luv."
"Don't talk like that! You and I were destined to be together. We always find each other. Even your death defeating the First didn't separate us long," chided Buffy.
"Besides I'm no goddess," she added blushing.
"You are to me Slayer," replied Spike.
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Meanwhile across the dimension, Daniel Holtz sat on a chair in his house. This was the third different dimension he had lived in, but this one was his favorite. Of course, Quortoth was a 17-year nightmare, and his time on Earth was no joke either.
Since being brought to this realm nearly one year ago by the Beyonder, Holtz had formed a small gang of followers. After seeing the wicked ways brought in by the other beings from Earth, he took it upon himself to place everyone in his zone under martial law. He often showed no pity or compassion in his dealings with the locals, and they were regularly victims of his torture for the slightest infraction because many of them were not human and, in his opinion, should not be treated as such.
Suddenly a familiar face shimmered out of nothingness. Holtz jumped out of his seat astonished to see a former ally from Earth in his living room.
"I'll be damned," spoke Sahjhan. "So, the rumors are true about your arrival to this world," he added.
"Interesting words for a demon. Everyone knows that your kind have no souls and they cannot be saved," replied Holtz after quickly regaining his composure.
Sahjhan rolled his eyes at his statement, "You haven't changed much have you, Holtz?"
"Now give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you," threatened the centuries-old hunter.
"I can give you two reasons that could interest you," Sahjhan answered. "Angelus and his brat are here with their friends and, according to my sources, they have eliminated the vampires, including Darla."
"Angelus is here with my Stephen?" asked a bewildered Holtz. "No games demon! This better be the truth," he snarled.
"I am not lying Holtz, and they seemed to have bonded during our time away," insisted Sajahan.
"But Stephen was meant to kill Angelus," Holtz mumbled. "My plan has failed, although I am slightly glad that whore Darla went back to the hell that made her."
"Well, the good news is that you and your men can have another crack at Angelus because he is here and will be on the way soon."
"Soon my revenge against Angelus will be complete for killing my family and for corrupting my Stephen," promised Holtz.
"That's the spirit Holtz," replied Sahjhan. "Admit it. You've been a coward for failing to kill Angelus, and I bet Caroline would agree. You remember her, don't you? Your dead wife? Mother of your dead kids? How did they die? Who swore revenge? Any of this ringing a bell?"
"Don't talk about my family, demon!" growled Holtz.
With that, Sahjhan shivers back out of existence.
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Out of the afternoon's sky, something was falling towards the ground and it looked like a comet to the locals. However, to their shock, it looked like a redheaded woman who had landed on the ground. She gingerly got to her feet feeling rather sore from the landing.
"Ok, where the hell am I?" asked the redhead, gazing around. It didn't look like Rio to her due to the futuristic technology, including a space base. The last thing she remembered was going to the club with Kennedy to dance to the music before she disappeared. She decided to teleport there to get some help and disappeared in a flash. She reappeared at the door and knocked wondering who or what was inside.
The door opened and to her amazement, she saw a familiar face.
"Red is that you?" asked an English voice.
"Yes, it's me!" replied Willow. "Where the hell are we, Spike? And more importantly, what's going on?"
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