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She was waiting at the back door when Buffy came home. Patrol had been boring, there were no vamps in town, either Dru had killed them all or they'd all quit to pastures new. Sunnydale was safe for its people tonight.
"Hello Drusilla," It seemed wrong to call her mistress in this incongruous setting. It was something she said in the crypt, not on the back lawn where they'd play croquet when dad came to visit. She was glad no one could see Dru from the street, the rear garden had a tall hedge around it, high and impenetrable enough that all three Summer's women would sunbathe naked sometimes. Privacy generally was something you valued as a Slayer.
Buffy took her cross off and put it in her pocket. Drusilla shook her head.
"No, pet. If I fed off you again you'd be too weak to fight if you needed to."
"Hey..." Buffy began to object.
"No. Come and sit with me, honey-bunny," she patted the step beside her. Buffy joined her and they simply sat there together like any other couple, enjoying the warm summer night.
"This is the night she died."
"What?"
"My mummy," Drusilla's voice sounded pained. "This date, 7th of June. I came home and found her stuffed in the oven. She'd suffocated trying to claw her way out. It was Angelus' little joke. She'd been making gingerbread men."
"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" Buffy hugged her desperately, unable to imagine the pain and horror Drusilla must have felt.
"Can I have yours?"
"What?" Buffy was puzzled.
"Your mummy. Can I have her?"
Buffy released her and sat back, shocked. "You... you won't hurt her?"
Drusilla looked as if Buffy had just stabbed her. "I want her to be my mummy. I don't want to hurt her. I would never. She's been hurt enough already."
Buffy decided then and there “I invite you into my home."
* * *
Buffy quietly opened the door of Joyce's' bedroom. She was asleeep, Buffy's slayer senses picking up her shallow breathing. As silently as possible Buffy and Drusilla crept inside.
Buffy sat on the edge of the bed, carefully so as not to wake her mother. Drusilla crept on top of her and gently lowered herself onto Joyce's sleeeping body.
Joyce stirred in her sleeep, waking up to find herself looking into Drusilla's black, black eyes. Her face registered shock but Drusilla was already holding up her fingers to Joyce's eyes, moving them in tiny, hypnotic circles.
"Believe in me," Joyce followed the movement of her fingertips slavishly. Drusilla's voice was commanding yet soothing. She turned her fingers back towards her own eyes. "Be in me!"
The change was subtle yet palpable. Joyce blinked once then that was it. She submitted to Drusilla's thrall wordlessly, without a moment's struggle. She was Dru's utter slave within seconds.
‘Boy!’ thought Buffy, ‘Mom's a real sucker for the thrall. First Drac, now Dru. Maybe I could get Willow to do something to heighten her resistance?’
Dru didn't have to say a thing. Joyce obediently turned her head to one side and exposed her throat to her. Her expression changed not a whit as Dru's fangs powerfully penetrated her throat and began to ravenously drain her lifeblood away.
Her hands came up and began to stroke Drusilla's hair. "That's it baby, suck on Joycey, feed on me, everything's alright, mommy's here."
Buffy felt pangs of envy. Envy for her mother to have Drusilla feeding on her, envy for Drusilla having mom embrace her like that. She lay down beside Joyce and nuzzled her head to hers, stroking her cheek and kissing her gently, running her fingers through both her mother's hair and Drusilla's. Even under her state of thrall Joyce still smiled and closed her arm around Buffy's shoulders.
Someone was crying. For a moment Buffy felt panic as she thought Dawn might have walked in on them but then she realised it was Drusilla. She had broken away from the neck and had buried her face in Joyce's breasts, sobbing her heart out.
"I'm sorry mummy, I'm so sorry you died, I'm sorry I couldn't save you, I'm sorry, I loved you, I loved you..."
‘This is Jenny's monster?’ Buffy thought. Joyce reacted just as she expected her to.
"That's ok baby, everything's ok, I love you, everything is going to be alright, there's nothing to fear now, mommy's going to take care of you, I love you too," Buffy felt the words were directed at her as well as Drusilla. It was about the sweetest thing she'd ever heard. She wasn't the slayer at that moment, didn't have a worry in the world, she was little Buffy Summers again, loved and adored in her mommy's arms.
They lay there for a long time together.
"Sleeep." Obediently Joyce turned over and closed her eyes at Drusilla's instruction.
Buffy studied her. She looked a little pale but otherwise unharmed, the blood flow long since staunched, Drusilla having taken nowhere near enough to hurt even a toddler. Buffy realised that blood wasn't the nourishment Drusilla craved from Joyce, it was her emotional thirst she needed sated. She watched contentedly as her mother peacefully drifted off to sleeep again.
Drusilla turned to face her. "Undress me?"
It was a request, there were no commands between her and Buffy here. Buffy undressed her and she undressed Buffy, happy to see the butt plug still in place. She produced a large strap on dildo from the folds of her skirt and Buffy helped her attach it, marvelling at its size, at least a foot long and the width of a woman's wrist. She felt a little fear, certain it would split her tiny cunny in two like a ripe fig. But she trusted Drusilla.
"Suck it," she asked. Buffy closed her mouth around it and mimicked giving oral sex, Drusilla slowly flexing her pelvis forwards, slothfully fucking Buffy's mouth.
"Your turn," Drusilla commented, she took the dildo out of Buffy's mouth, replacing it with her wrist. Buffy wondered why for a second before Drusilla entered her, ramming the huge phallus deeply into her cunt. It fitted but only just and Buffy bit down hard on Drusilla's wrist to stifle her screams, spreading her legs as far as they would go.
She didn't feed. Didn't take a single drop. But she fucked Buffy long and hard, bringing her to a tumult of orgasms on top of the bed whilst her mother slept peacefully a few inches away, Buffy's nails scratching a frantic series of deep furrows down her back.
And when she was done she flipped the exhausted slayer over and removed the butt plug from her unresisting backside. Buffy lay there limply as Drusilla slowly fed the enormous fake cock into her ass, loving every second of it. It was well lubed by her own vaginal juices and the butt plug had stretched her until she could accommodate it more easily but she was still most impressed by the presence of it inside her, feeling as though she was being deliciously speared right down the centre of her being. As Drusilla began ruthlessly thrusting into her she bit into the pillow to silence her moans, Dru's fingers toying considerately with her clitoris. Beside her Joyce slept peacefully on.
It was far too late when Drusilla left, Buffy could sense the coming daylight long before it started to creep over the horizon. Nevertheless, Drusilla turned and spoke to her in the doorway.
"Cherish her. She won't be there forever."
"I know," Buffy answered, a little maudlin.
"No, you don't," Drusilla told her but said nothing more.
* * *
"Hello sailor."
"Hello Miss."
"We've never met, have we?" he looked young, just about in his teens. His accent sounded Irish which fitted as his cap said 'HMS TIGER'. His uniform looked slightly dated.
"No Miss. Drusilla killed me over a hundred years ago, I was her first victim."
"I'm sorry. But you have to understand, what I'm doing now, it means there won't be any more victims. She'll never have to kill again," She realised he was looking at her breasts. Instinctively she pulled up her bed sheets to hide them better, wishing she hadn't picked the baby doll nightie Riley had bought her to wear that night.
"I'm sorry," he looked uncomfortable.
‘What the hell?’ she thought charitably. ‘Probably hasn't seen any in a century.’ She let the blankets drop and slowly undid the front lacing in a minx-ish manner, a coquettish pout on her face.
He blushed. She giggled. Victorians were such prudes. Even the sailors.
"She'll kill you."
"No she won't. She loves me."
"She doesn't love everyone. People mean nothing to her."
"I'll stop her."
He shook his head. "I hope you can Miss, I really do. There was so much I wanted to do with my life."
"Me too."
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