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summer_of_giles2013-07-08 04:50 am
Fic: CLAIM - Part 8 of 9
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“Okay,” Buffy whispered. She stood and turned to face her Watcher, and their eyes met. She straightened her shift nervously, then cleared her throat to steady herself.
“Rupert Giles, I am Buffy Summers, the Slayer you were born to serve. You are the Watcher born to be my True Companion. I invoke my Right of Claim on you, to bind you to me until your death or mine. I forego my right to Claim you against your will. Accept according to your own free choice, or not at all."
Rupert let the moment linger, looking up at his Slayer, so strong, so capable, now boldly taking a step in the traditions of Slayers and Watchers from times untold - taking that step with him. He slid from the bench and sank to his knees before his Slayer, his head bowed. He extended his arms to her, wrists upturned, hands closed, giving himself up to be bound.
“I, Rupert Giles, by my free choice, accept your Claim on me. My life, my will, and my body I surrender to you and to your service." Rupert raised his head and his eyes met those of his Slayer, the contact intense. "I pledge myself to you, Buffy Summers, and to your Calling. I will be your faithful True Companion, and Death alone will take me from your side.”
Buffy reached out and touched the side of his face gently. She wanted to ask him if he were sure, but she couldn’t find the words.
Rupert saw her struggle. “Look into my eyes, Buffy, and see your answer there.”
She did.
Buffy reached to clasp his outstretched wrists in a firm grip. "Rupert, I Claim you as my Watcher. By this ritual, you belong to me, and you are bound to me as my True Companion. In return for this incredible gift you give to me, I pledge myself to you as well. I will be your partner and your protector. I will do my best to listen to you and learn from you. I entrust my heart to you alone, and I promise to do my best to keep yours safe in my care."
Rupert felt the power of the words Buffy had spoken wash over him and through him. It felt as if he were being gutted by daggers of ice and fire, or perhaps struck by lightning, or both. For a moment, he was dependent on her grip to steady him. He was now hers in all but the final act. Rupert was stunned by the changes she had chosen to make in the Words of Claim. He couldn't remember having ever heard or read of such a thing. His Slayer, his Buffy, had pledged to return his promises and to give her heart to him. It wasn't required of her, but she'd done it any way - willingly binding herself into the power of her Claim on him as well. He gazed into her eyes, unable to look away, hardly able to comprehend what had just happened to him.
“Buffy . . .,” he whispered in gratitude and awe and love.
Buffy smiled at him. “So, Watcher - how'd I do?”
“Perfectly. More than.”
Buffy smiled ever so slightly, a fond and goofy smile, filled with affection and love for the man kneeling before her. She, too, was overwhelmed by the power of the moment. Still holding his wrists tightly, she bent down to kiss him softly on the lips for the first time. He raised and tilted his head back to meet her, offering himself to her. The kiss progressed rapidly from soft to forceful. She was soon kissing him open-mouthed, lips and tongue demanding he open to her as she spread his arms out from his body and stepped up close to him. He complied immediately, freely surrendering to her the dominant role. She kissed him deeply for several more moments, pressing her tongue into his mouth and stroking forcefully inside him. His arousal soared, the Watcher's body eagerly seeking possession by his Slayer, and the completion of her Claim on him. He moaned helplessly at the intensity of her kiss, his control slipping.
After a few moments, Buffy straightened, breathless, and Rupert moaned deeply as her mouth left his. He was panting heavily, and she waited a moment for his breathing to settle and his eyes to open and meet hers once more. “Stand, Watcher,” she commanded. “Time to accept the fate you’ve chosen.”
Rupert obeyed, his wrists still held firmly in his Slayer's grip, once again in front of him in offering to her. Buffy glanced down to Rupert's arms, noting the scars around his right wrist – the scars he'd earned bravely the first night they had met. Holding his right forearm gently, she pushed back the sleeve of the new black shirt she had given him, and touched the scars reverently with her fingertips. “You did this for me,” she whispered, lifting his wrist to her lips and placing a soft kiss on the whitish lines.
Rupert shuddered at the touch. “For us,” he replied softly. “For the hope of our future together.”
Buffy nodded solemnly. Releasing his wrists a moment, she reached to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, starting at the bottom and working her way upward. As the last button was released, she gripped the open edges of the shirt, one in each hand, and spread it open to expose his broad, strong chest. She laid her head against him, feeling the warmth and the strength of him, listening to his rapid heartbeat, breathing in his scent. Then, after placing a kiss above his breastbone, she straightened and slid her hands up his chest, pushing the shirt up and back off his shoulders, following it with her hands as it slid down his arms to settle with a whisper at the floor. When the shirt was off, Rupert extended his arms once again to be bound.
Buffy turned to the table along the wall opposite the bed, and pulled back a linen cloth to reveal two strips of thick rabbit fur. These she carefully wrapped around Rupert's wrists. Returning to the table she took up a pair of wrist shackles connected with a rigid bar between them. She carefully closed the shackles around Rupert's wrists, tight enough to keep him from being injured while restrained, but not so tight as to cause injury themselves. The bar kept his wrists fixed about his shoulders’ width apart.
Rupert shuddered as the shackles closed about his wrists, the first step of the binding causing the magic of the ritual to swell within him. He felt his body responding, his breath and heart rate quickening, his arousal growing, a fine sheen of sweat gathering at his temples.
Buffy stepped behind Rupert and guided him to take two steps backward toward her. She climbed onto the small bench at the foot of the bed, and then guided him to raise his arms above his head. Looking up, he watched as his Slayer drew two short lengths of chain down from atop the wooden ceiling beam which spanned the room above his head. Pulling up on Rupert's restraints, Buffy slipped the hook at the end of each chain into the corresponding eyebolt at each end of the bar.
Rupert had to stretch up on his toes for Buffy to attach the chains to the bar, but once attached, he was able to stand flat on his feet, albeit stretched satisfyingly taut. Buffy's measurements were astonishingly precise. Rupert briefly imagined her measuring him in his sleep in the field, planning for this moment when she would bind him and take his body, and he found the thought startlingly erotic.
With Rupert’s arms now restrained, Buffy dropped back down to the floor behind him and regarded the sight before her. Unable to resist, she reached her hands to his shoulders, then stroked firmly down his back, then around the sides of his ribs to the front of his chest. She pulled herself tightly against him, laying her cheek along his spine, rubbing her cheek lightly against him, her lips open against his skin. She breathed deeply, inhaling his scent and giving in to her arousal. She reached to palm across his nipples, and drew her fingertips through the curling hair on his chest.
“My God, Rupert,” Buffy whispered against his back. “It’s a good thing we were so busy the last few weeks, ‘cause I’ve been wanting to do this for so long now. I could hardly keep myself from just staking you out in the grass and taking you in full view of whatever cared to watch.”
“That would have been fine,” he replied, voice tight with his increasing arousal, “as long as you checked for grabvark dens first.”
“Oh, we're going to bring that up again, are we?” Buffy challenged, pushing her head up from his back. “I think you're forgetting yourself, Watcher. You're tied up, and I know your weaknesses.” Buffy's sensual stroking morphed quickly into a vicious tickling of his ribs and belly.
Rupert squirmed helplessly in his bonds, pleading for mercy. After a few moments, Buffy relented and let him catch his breath.
“You could have tried to stop me, you know,” Buffy offered. “I haven't bound your legs - yet.”
“Why . . . why would I try . . . to prevent a beautiful woman . . . my Slayer . . . from touching me in the manner . . . of her choosing?”
“Hmmm . . . you're eloquent tongue has saved you - you're forgiven." She returned to a sensual stroking of his chest from behind.
Rupert's breath evened out, and his tone turned serious. “The more intense the joining, Buffy, the deeper the bond between us will be. I want our bond to be deep. I beg of you, when the moment comes, Buffy, don't spare me."
"I won't. But I won't hurt you, either, Rupert. You can trust me."
"Always. Completely."
Buffy stepped to Rupert’s right side and let her right hand drift slowly down Rupert's belly, while she steadied herself with her left arm around his waist. Skimming her hand over the waistband of his new trousers, she moved downward to search out his manhood. She began a slow, sensual massage through the soft black fabric, long, slow strokes alternating with firm grips on his penis and balls.
“Oh . . . oh, Dear Lord,” Rupert whispered, his head drifting backward, moaning deep in his chest as Buffy's touch continued.
“Look - look at my hand on you, Rupert,” she ordered.
He moaned softly again and lowered his head. “I see,” he breathed.
“You're hard – getting harder,” Buffy said, her voice a low growl, thrilled to feel Rupert's body responding so eagerly to her touch.
“How could I not?”
Buffy released his organs slowly, sliding her hand up to catch hold of the string tie of his trousers and pull it free. Taking hold of the fabric, she lowered the trousers slowly, guiding them around his erection and buttocks, sliding her hands along his skin as she did so. He shuddered at her touch as he was exposed to her, lifting his feet one after the other so she could slide the trousers away. He expected her to step around him and face him, but she did not. He felt her hands return to his hips, sliding down the outside of his thighs, then upward on the inside.
“Open for me,” Buffy demanded and he responded immediately, stepping outward to give her access to the most private areas of his body. He gave a start as he felt her mouth and teeth roaming about his buttocks, the feeling sending a shock of arousal thorough his groin and hardening him further.
“Oh, God,” he whimpered as he felt a light touch of her fingertips on his perineum as her mouth pressed inward between his buttocks. He responded helplessly to the feeling, spreading his legs further to give her more room. He staggered at the intensity of his response as he felt the first teasing touch of her tongue on his anus. He felt Buffy pulling on his balls, pulling him toward her as she pressed her tongue inward. “Oh – DEAR – God!”
Buffy smiled against his ass, then drew backward. Standing, she returned to the table and picked up another set of shackles and more fur. She stepped behind him once again and proceeded to restrain his legs, similar to what she'd done with his arms. In just a few moments, he’d been bound with fur, shackles and bar, arranged to keep him spread to the width he'd naturally moved when she'd tongued him.
Buffy stood and moved in front of Rupert once again. She reached up to touch his face lightly, guiding him down for another kiss. After a moment, she pulled away, noting his eyes closed in bliss.
“You're bound, Rupert. Bound and spread. Helpless.”
“At your mercy, yes," he replied. "Where I want to be. In your service, awaiting your pleasure."
Fired by his words, Buffy grabbed Rupert’s head and kissed him fiercely, possessively, passion raging through her, inflamed by his willing submission. It took several moments for her to settle and force herself to proceed with her plans.
Eventually, she pulled away from him and moved to sit in the chair next to the table. She pulled her legs up to her chest and spread them. She pulled up the hem of her shift, offering him an unobstructed view of her sex. She saw his eyes move to where she wanted them.
“I want you to see how ready I am, Rupert. How ready I am to take you.” She reached to push two fingers of her right hand into her opening, fondling herself, wetting her fingers thoroughly, noting how Rupert's breathing quickened at the sight.
After a few moments, Buffy stood and approached her Watcher. Raising her hand, she painted her wet onto his face, down his cheeks, across his upper lip, giving him no opportunity for escape from the intense scent of her arousal.
“Dear God, Buffy . . . do you have any idea . . . any idea at all what this will do to me?”
“Mmmm – pretty good one. S'why I'm going to do this, too,” she replied. “Open your mouth.”
Rupert's eyes went wide, but he obeyed. Buffy slid her fingers into his mouth, and he groaned in ecstasy. She didn't have to tell him to close his mouth and suck. She felt his tongue lapping greedily.
Rising up on her tiptoes, Buffy lifted her hand slightly, forcing Rupert's head back, exposing his throat. Brushing her lips against his vulnerable skin, she whispered, “I want to feel you swallow.” She closed her lips and teeth against him, waiting for him to obey. He did. The thrill of his submission, the power of holding him helpless, almost did her in. She wanted to bite down, to mark him forever as hers, but she resisted, applying only symbolic pressure, feeling him swallow as she had commanded.
After a moment, she released her grip on his throat and withdrew her fingers. Rupert's eyes were closed. He swayed slightly in his bonds, his genitals rock hard, his cock head glistening wet. Buffy smiled in approval. Oh, yeah, she'd read about what the Slayer's lubrication did to her Watcher. It was like a drug, intensifying his arousal, ensuring his readiness and ability to service his Slayer to her satisfaction, intensifying his own pleasure in return.
It's why she had one more thing planned for him. She reached for one more item from the table, and waited for his eyes to open.
Rupert's eyes slowly opened a moment later and came to rest on his Slayer. “Buffy,” he pleaded, “Oh, my Slayer. My body is ready for you . . . please . . . I need you so much . . . take me . . . please . . . oh, dear, God, Buffy, take me . . . let me please you . . ."
“Look at me, Rupert,” Buffy said firmly. As he watched, she withdrew from inside her what she had placed there while his eyes were closed. It was a modest-sized anal plug, carefully shaped to place pressure on the right spot inside his body. It was made of polished hardwood, now fully coated with her liquid, hard and hot from her core.
Rupert's eyes widened in shock, and his mouth opened on a pant. His eyes followed Buffy as she moved past him to kneel behind him once again. He felt her right hand reach between his spread thighs to grasp his balls firmly. He felt the tip of the plug pressing against his anus.
“Let me in,” Buffy commanded, rocking the plug against him, waiting for his body to relax, to yield to penetration by his Slayer. "I want to touch you inside - deep inside."
Rupert threw his head back, panting and moaning with each thrust of the plug, each tug on his balls. Sweat ran down his hairline from his temples, continuing on down his neck and onto his chest. He tried to do as he was commanded, but he was too keyed up.
Recognizing Rupert's difficulty, Buffy leaned her head against him, brushing her lips across his buttocks, rubbing her cheek against him, gentling him. At her touch, Rupert took a deep shuddering breath, and his body slowly opened to her. She slid the plug to its full depth, rotating it slightly to place the curved end where it would do the most good. Rupert was moaning continuously now, his body stimulated beyond what he thought possible.
Buffy moved to stand close in front of Rupert, reaching to take hold of his hair on each side of his head, forcing him to focus on her. She looked deeply into his eyes. “Rupert, I take your body as the final act of my Claim on you. I take you as my Watcher, my teacher, my friend, my lover, my life's partner, my True Companion."
Rupert could find no voice to reply, the magic, the arousal of his body, and her words held him completely in thrall. He blinked slowly once, his eyes returning to their lock with Buffy's. He managed a small nod.
Releasing his head, Buffy drew her fingertips across the tip of Rupert’s penis, collecting the moisture there. She then took a piece of lambskin from the table and wrapped it around him, spreading his own lubrication there. Then she reached her hands to grip his shoulders from under his arms. Knowing what was coming, Rupert turned his hands in his shackles and reached to grip the chains leading upward to the ceiling beam. Buffy raised her left leg to his right hip, then her left to his right, pulling herself upward against him, poised directly above his erection. Slowly, she lowered herself to him, but did not mount him immediately.
“Please . . .,” Rupert begged, his voice barely a whisper. “Please . . . oh god . . . oh my Slayer . . .”
Buffy rocked her core against her Watcher’s erection, mingling and spreading both their lubrication against each other. Rupert’s eyes were half closed, his teeth clenched, his chest heaving with the effort to draw breath. Buffy aligned their bodies, then pressed downward. She let the head of his cock enter her, and held still as the moment washed through them both. Rupert’s head was thrown back, his mouth open.
“Look at me, Rupert,” Buffy demanded.
Rupert forced himself to comply.
He sensed, more than heard, Buffy’s ferocious growl.
“Mine!”
“Yours . . .”
He didn’t know if he’d actually spoken the word or not.
Buffy hooked her heels beneath his buttocks, and pulled him up to her as she forced herself down on him, taking him fully inside her, enveloping him completely.
Rupert screamed.
"Oh, God, Buffy, yes! Make me feel it! Make me feel it in my soul!"
Buffy continued to slide herself against her Watcher’s body, slamming down on him while digging her heels into his ass, forcing the anal plug deeper into him, pounding his internal pleasure point, forcing his cock deeper into her.
"Yes, my Slayer . . . my body is yours . . . use me for your pleasure . . . take what belongs to you - what is your right to take from me . . .”
Rupert’s senses where on overload. He hardly knew what was happening to him any more. As if from a distance, he heard Buffy’s voice calling to him. “Come for me . . . Now, Rupert . . . give yourself to me . . .”
His body responded. Rupert screamed again and again as his climax shattered him. He felt Buffy’s arms and legs tighten even further around him, and he nearly passed out, both from the sensations coursing through his body, and the restriction on his chest as his Slayer clung to him. He heard Buffy screaming, and knew her climax was upon her as well. He felt her powerful contractions around him, wringing even more pleasure from his once-again exhausted body.
Buffy’s head was spinning from the power of her own orgasm. Belatedly, she realized she was practically crushing her Watcher, and eased her grip on him, hearing him gasping for breath, doing his best to support her weight while bound.
She gave a few last contractions with her inner muscles, memorizing the feel of Rupert’s manhood within her, memorizing this moment when he’d given himself so completely to her. She knew she had to release him now, to let him rest, but a part of her wished she would never have to, and that they could stay joined this way forever.
Feeling Rupert shifting awkwardly beneath her, Buffy finally let him slip from inside her, and swung her legs back down to the floor to support her own weight once again. She let the lambskin fall away, and couldn’t resist tasting him before she released him from his restraints. She heard his gasp both in her mind and with her ears as she closed her lips around him. She took the opportunity to release the restraints at his legs as she suckled the last of his seed from him.
Straightening, Buffy hopped quickly up on the bench to release Rupert’s shackles from the chains above his head. Rupert was just beginning to recover, and he leaned heavily on her as she carefully lowered his arms. As she started to remove the wrist shackles, he protested. He was babbling, but she knew what he said was coming from his heart.
“No . . . no not yet. Don’t let me go yet. God, Buffy . . . I . . . I can’t describe . . . there are no words . . . I'm flying, Buffy, soaring like a hawk. I'm drunk on you. You . . . you are burning inside me. Every cell of my body is burning with your name, screaming out that I am yours, yours forever. Bonded to you, bound to you. Forever Buffy, forever. God, it’s deep . . . it’s so deep, I had no idea, none of the books . . . nothing . . . described this, this utter ecstasy, the intensity – the pain . . . and the pleasure. Except – except there isn’t any pain – not any more. Just . . . I need you - hold me . . . Oh, God, Buffy I need you to hold me before I fall completely to pieces . . .”
Rupert was staggering at this point, and Buffy was having a hard time keeping him upright. His eyes were wild, his face flushed and his breathing still irregular. She guided him to the side of the bed and got him to lie down on it, lying down next to him, and wrapping her arms around him. She pulled his head against her breast and began stroking him – head, shoulders, neck, back, anywhere she could reach. She whispered softly to him, not really knowing what she was saying, just conveying her love for him. Slowly, very slowly, he began to calm. When he was asleep, she removed the restraints from his wrists.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered to his sleeping form. “You’re still mine. And I don’t plan to let you go. I’ll hold you while you rest, and I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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I even put the extra warning in the story part just for you!
I was going to write, "Cap, this is the part where you have to avert your eyes," but thought better of it. :-)
Remember, Buffy was a bit of a wild child before Rupert found her in "The Chosen One." She'd had time to experiment with . . . stuff.
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