Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 2

Most of all, perhaps, Xander had loved her-and loved her still-because she'd made him feel not only alive but also like a man.

The other Scoobies, except for Cordelia (unless her razor-sharp tongue and unerring accuracy in pinpointing another person's weaknesses and hypocrisy could be counted), had powers and abilities that surpassed those of most other mortals. Buffy was the Slayer; Willow and Tara were witches; Giles was a Watcher and a warlock. Even Dawn, Buffy's little sister, was an inter-dimensional key neatly packaged in a cute little girl's form. Xander was nothing, a nobody. All he had was his wit, his courage, and his loyalty, none of which counted much in a fight against supernatural and paranormal forces and entities. Girls and women were more powerful than he was. He depended on them to save his sorry ass. Then, too, of course, he was bi. Sticking his dick into another guy's butt or being fucked in his own ass reinforced his lack of manliness. He was so unmanly that he was, part of the time, at least, some other man's bitch. But not when he'd been with Anya. With her, he'd been alive, he'd been a man, he'd been somebody, a contender, as Marlon Brando's character had declared in On the Waterfront. Without Anya, he was, again, a nothing and a nobody.

Or, as now, occasionally a boy toy for Faith, Buffy, or one of the other superwomen in his miserable life. He had one other gift, he guessed-at least the ladies seemed to think so: he was handsome, even with only one eye.

Atop him, Faith was continuing her assault, driving her impaled cunt down hard on Xander's stiff-standing member, taking his firm, swollen cock all the way up her sopping pussy, so that her ass cheeks crashed against his thighs and her breasts bounced and sprang and swayed. She raised her hips again, plummeting home, and repeated these same actions again and again, with the rapidity of a jackhammer, her Slayer's strength and stamina allowing her to move at phenomenal speed and with formidable force. As she fucked the man pinned beneath her flowing cunt, she masturbated, her forefinger furiously flipping the erect bud of her clitoris, and moaned as a hurricane of passion rose within her. Leaning forward, she kissed Xander savagely upon the lips as orgasm after orgasm wracked her frame.