Retribution Gone Wild
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Mimicking Achilles’ combat ability with his own body for so long infused what a strong and efficient body should move like into Xander’s soul. He found it fortunate that the memories from the costumes and the technique-building from the time braid worked well together because now he had a confidence in battle he never had before. Though Xander would’ve preferred if his body automatically knew how to fight immediately after wearing the Achilles costume, he was grateful the time braid allowed him to dramatically increase the efficiency of his motor skills.
‘Like cooking a meal,’ he whimsically mused. ‘The costume’s memories are the ingredients. And the time braid's the unending labor putting that massive meal all together.’
Restarting the week-loop gave him weaker muscles again, however, now Xander felt like every muscle fiber in his body was perfectly in sync. His muscles in rotation worked together to generate far more power while maintaining technique than he ever had before. More power and balance from weaker, thinner muscles. Waking up beside Ms. Calendar, Xander planned to work out and stretch for weeks to get a far better range of motion, power, and agility. Recalling all he lost due to his stupidity in trusting Kendra, however, the silver lining was the smile of satisfaction on Jenny’s face as the naked beauty held him.
Initially, Xander was afraid he missed a step with Ms. Calendar after so many battles in his rage phase. As it turned out, he only needed a moment to get into his rhythm again. More than anything, however, he was happy to have missed Jenny; happy he could still miss anyone after repeating everything so many times. He missed her so much, he outperformed all his previous attempts, making the beautiful woman orgasm so hard, she passed out for a few seconds. The flush and heaving Jenny was a goner from that point on. Xander had her moaning and groaning through multiple orgasms at all hours of the night. Come morning, despite his phenomenal skill, Ms. Calendar still distanced herself from him, which Xander was fine with.
Xander didn’t need to follow his friends to know what they were going to do for the week-loop, so he spent his time more productively. He skipped Review Day at the library and bought the same twenty lotto scratchers with money he earned from trading a collectible action figure. Out of the twenty, he won thirteen $1000 scratchers, then sold twelve of them around town for $700 a pop, netting him $8400. With the little daylight left, Xander walked into Wild Dinks and made his deal with Pete again.
Rather than start cleaning his room that night, Xander bought a sledgehammer. In the dead of night, Xander made his way to Ted’s bunker. It was locked from within, meaning the robot was in there. It left the young teen with few other options but to knock on the metal hatch.
“Hello!” He called, banging on the heavy metal with the head of his sledgehammer. He hoped the sound carried down to the robot as he playfully continued, “Can Teddy come out to play? No one’ll get hurt; honest.”
After another five minutes of annoying calls and loud banging, Xander heard the metal gears of the unlocking mechanism clank loudly as it turned, then the hatch opened. The teen stepped back, allowing Ted to get out. The mild-mannered man looked around the immediate and open area before focusing on the teenager casually leaning on his sledgehammer like a walking cane.
Clearly confused, Ted cautiously asked, “Who are you supposed to be?”
In his best mechanical voice, Xander replied, “My friends call me Murphy, but you can call me RoboCop.” He flexed his neck before resting the sledgehammer on his shoulder and adding, “Dead or alive, you’re coming with me.”
Xander instantly noticed Ted moved much faster than he did in the software office, and the teen was on the defensive for several moments. Xander used the handle of the hammer to block the fast strikes that were harder to see at night. Though Ted wasn’t built for combat, a metal skeleton made its strikes harder, and of the two, Xander was the only one who had to worry about broken bones. However, the quick successive tapping of Ted’s fists being blocked by the handle of the sledgehammer so close to his face didn’t worry the teenager.
Xander didn’t panic. He couldn’t panic. After all the rage-filled training he did in the day-loops, Xander had a combat mode. With his footwork, timing, depth perception, and vast amounts of life & death experience, his body was now highly conditioned to react unlike ever before.
Ted threw a wide punch that instinctively Xander slipped as the butt of the hammer struck Ted’s inner knee, shaking the robot off balance. From that weakened position, Ted tried to hit Xander with his other fist, but the teen was already spinning, building momentum into the head of his hammer. And when Ted’s punch narrowly missed his head, Xander’s sledgehammer orbited a full circle before burying the speeding hunk of steel into Ted’s head.
Sparks popped out of Ted’s twitching head before the machine fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Xander smashed it up for good measure before dumping the mechanical body in the bunker. As he destroyed the files and blueprints in the underground room, Xander felt bad for Mrs. Summers. He imagined it would suck to lose someone without a proper explanation. Still, he’d want her to find someone better than Ted; and human.
Closing the lid, Xander couldn’t help quoting in his best RoboCop voice, “Thank you for your cooperation, citizen.”
When he wondered if Joyce had sex with it, Xander shook his head of his deplorable thoughts and went to a payphone where he anonymously tipped the police about the bodies in the bunker. After spending all of Sunday deep cleaning his room, Xander met Ford on Monday, then told Buffy how off the handsome teen felt. Xander warned his slayer friend that they needed to investigate him.
As usual, she brushed him off in her usual lovable fashion, forcing Xander down the route of enlisting Angel’s help. Once her vampire boyfriend confirmed they followed Ford to Spike’s hideout, Buffy had to see for herself. She was just as heartbroken as in previous loops to learn the truth, and Angel was right there to comfort her. Xander couldn’t let that continue. He had to break them up, though he thought it best to wait until Giles’ Eyghon dilemma.
Intent on beating the weakness out of his young muscles, Xander worked out throughout the week. When he wasn’t working at the forge, he went running every morning and used the school gym to train his legs and core muscles, since smithing worked out his arms, chest, and back fairly well. His body ached every day until Thursday night when he found Philip’s body. As he had before, he stood his ground with Buffy, surprising her into listening, and once again, he made it past the one-week cycle into the one-month.
Xander relived the Mark of Eyghon and Jenny being possessed like the previous loop. As before, Buffy rushed to save Giles, then Ethan, after which Xander saved her when Ethan managed to tie her to a table. Angel’s inner demon fought Eyghon and won, much to Buffy’s joy.
Saving Jenny from her possession of that demon was an obvious must, but so was talking to her later that night, because even if he loved sleeping with her, he knew she needed a friend more. They had long, passionate sex that night and the following morning, however, the beautiful teacher once again insisted it would be the last time.
After a day of putting the finishing touches on a Viking dagger, Xander was in the library late at night searching for the details of Angel’s curse. He didn’t have proof before and assumed putting it in Buffy’s hand would help her believe it. He didn’t know precisely where to look and tried for two hours before the frustrated teenager decided to simply ask for help.
‘But who to call?’ He thought.
He was fairly certain Willow would keep it a secret from Buffy if he asked, but he couldn’t be sure for how long. His red-haired best friend just wasn’t the type to withhold such monumental news from her best female friend. Giles would keep it a secret, but he’d want to be the one to tell Buffy, and Xander knew he needed to be the one. In the end, Xander called Jenny and asked if she would meet him at the library.
After Xander assured her Giles was gone for the night, she arrived twenty minutes later, dressed in a long black skirt and low cut white top under a black leather jacket. With her hair down and wine-red lipstick, the hormonal teen quickly fantasized about having his way with her on the library table. It was a fantasy he’s never done before, making him ponder why he hadn’t. His thoughts must’ve been obvious to the perceptive teacher because she raised her eyebrows and shook her head, as if to say, that will not be happening.
“So, what’s this about?” she asked, before adding, “And it had better not be what I think it is.”
Despite her claim, her eyes were playful and seductive, as if she were undressing him as much as he was undressing her. Xander knew the response, knew the look, and realized that was part of the reason she came. He stepped close to her and challenged in a low voice, “What if it was?”
Jenny quickly scanned around the empty library, then eyed him intimately before protesting, “Not here, Xander.”
Grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against him, the experienced lover asked, “Then where?”
She weakly pulled away as she asserted, “If… if this is why you called me down here-”
“And you came anyway,” he confidently challenged, pulling her in closer. He could feel it in her arms; half of her wanted this to happen as well.
“...We can’t,” she fought herself to say. “I said no more.”
Far more bluntly than she was expecting, Xander let her go as he conceded, “Okay.” He backed away as if he had never cared in the first place, somewhat surprising her. Ignoring any sexual urge she may deny, he picked up the book he had before informing her, “That’s not actually why I called you. I’m trying to find a book or text that talks about Angel’s curse.”
Her eyebrows raised as her eyes blanked out for a moment. Xander knew why. She didn’t want anyone to know of her ancestry and purpose in Sunnydale. He played dumb when she asked, “W-Why?”
“I was thinking- well, more like having repeated nightmares,” he corrected before leaning close and sternly asking, “What if Angel lost his soul? Like, what if it’s possible he could lose it? Wouldn’t he turn as evil as all the other vampires? If it did happen somehow, that would destroy Buffy, maybe even get her killed.”
“O-or us,” Jenny absentmindedly voiced, as her head filled with thoughts.
Xander’s head nodded wildly as if remembering, then agreeing, “Or us! You can see where the nightmares come in.” She attempted a pitiful laugh before he finished with, “If it’s a real possibility, I want to know how so we can make sure he never loses that puppy.”
“…I see,” she eventually voiced. Looking at him with more conviction in her eyes, she added, “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. We should learn more… but, um, why not ask Rupert for help?”
“Same reason I’m not asking Willow,” he answered.
“They’d tell Buffy,” she easily guessed, with an assertive nod.
“I want to be sure of anything before I tell her.”
Nodding, Jenny asked, “And why do you have to tell her? Shouldn’t that be the Watcher’s job?”
Xander didn’t want to tell her the truth. It would expose him too much for his liking, and so answered, “If she got angry enough at Giles, she might not listen to him when she should. It could get her killed.”
Jenny shook her head as if she didn’t believe a word of his explanation. “That’s not it.” The teen didn’t answer, nor could he hide from her sharp eyes. After a moment, her watchful expression softened before patting him on the shoulder. “She loves Angel with all her heart.”
Xander simply shrugged as he begrudgingly agreed, saying, “She does.”
“And you love her too,” Jenny softly voiced.
The teen turned to the book in his hand as he voiced with no embarrassment, “I thought that’d be obvious. We’re best friends, after all.”
“That’s not…” Taking a more considerate approach, she voiced, “Buffy would likely forgive Giles and Willow a lot easier than you because they have no skin in the game of love. You do. This isn’t going to end the way you’re hoping for.” He looked at her sharp brown eyes and wondered just how much she could glean from him as she continued. “From where I’m standing, she sees you as a friend, maybe even a brother… but nothing more. Don’t blow that up just because you might feel differently than she does.”
Her uncanny ability to read people would merit a compliment from Sherlock Holmes, however, it didn’t make the teenage boy feel good. In many ways, Xander did want Buffy to stop seeing him like nothing more than a friend. Standing up to her seemed like a good idea, despite how terrifying it felt to be hated by her. Breaking Buffy and Angel up might make him look bad, but he had to imagine with enough time, she would come around to see him in a better light because of it.
With a sharp decline in energy and motivation, he said with exasperation, “We should’ve just done the nasty instead.”
Jenny snorted a moment before kissing his cheek and remarking, “You know… you’re acting a bit different.” She looked him up and down before elaborating, “Less jokes, more gall.”
Smirking, he looked at her cleavage and responded, “Heh, boobs.”
With a sigh and eye roll, she replied in defeat, “Or maybe not.”
With a smirk that ended the playing, Xander returned to the topic by saying, “I’m not- I don’t know why I’m worried- About Angel, not Buffy. But I am worried. We need to find out what we don’t know.” He gave her puppy-dog-eyes and batted his lashes before cutely asking, “So… w-will you help me?”
Not amused, but said with a slight smile, “Fine. But not tonight. It’s a school night.”
“Give me a ride home?”
“I suppose,” she casually answered.
Leaning in close enough to feel her body heat rise, Xander softly suggested, “Or I can give you a ride… multiple times.”
The ebony-haired woman leveled knowing eyes at the mischievous boy, as if ready to rebuff his advances, then said nothing. She turned with more sway in her hips to leave the library, and Xander followed her with a confident smirk. Jenny drove them to her apartment, where they fell into her soft bed naked, leaving a trail of clothes behind them. With his youthful energy and zeal, Xander gave her multiple rides to multiple orgasms and the room became hot with the thick stench of sex. The feverish lovers fooled around until her sheets became drenched with their combined fluids and their lust was sated.
The following day, Buffy and Willow once again rebuffed Xander’s idea of a second slayer before the three entered the library. Giles also dismissed the possibility of a second slayer, frustrating Xander for his decision to keep events of the future secret. The annoyed teen had to remind himself, ‘As soon as I know I’m out of the time braid, I’ll tell them everything.’
After Buffy informed her watcher of the theft in a mausoleum, the pair leave school during lunch to investigate, and upon their return, Giles requested help researching the Du Lac crypt. As it happened before, Buffy mentioned leaving to conserve her strength for the battle to come, and, backed by Willow, Giles relented. Xander informed them of his job at Wild Dinks, which surprised them once again. Though he was tempted to show them the Viking seax dagger he made for protection, he instead retrieved Jenny to help research, much to Giles’ delight.
As Buffy and Xander left the library, he lamented being unable to forge that day since Excalibur was progressing well. But following Buffy to her date with Angel took priority. He tugged on the straps of his backpack while casually asking where she’d be going for her date. Her bashful answer of, “The Ice Palace,” made Xander nervous. Not only did her excitement to see Angel make him queasy, but the skating rink was off route 18, far enough away in the seedier section of town to make him nervous.
After they split up, Xander made sure he packed holy water, two stakes, and his Viking dagger ready in his backpack. As he knew Sunnydale like the back of his hand, Xander took an indirect route to the skating rink. He stayed far enough away from the weathered building to cover the entrance and exit, but as of yet, he had seen no one enter. Eying from behind a tree, Xander feared he took too long to get to the old skating rink and wondered if Buffy and Angel had already left.
His fears were soon eased when Buffy exited the building first, followed by Angel, and moments later, Kendra. From a distance, the teenager saw the Jamaican beauty following Angel, and as he tailed them, he pondered the best way to stop her. Like dominoes toppling one after another, Xander figured his best course of action was stopping Kendra. If he hindered Kendra from capturing Angel, Spike won’t be able to kidnap him, and Drusilla won’t be revitalized.
When the dark-skinned beauty was walking semi-public streets, Xander jogged up to her, calling out well before reaching her, “Excuse me! Miss! Miss!” He had a plan, and it didn’t include a heel kick to the chest from a surprised slayer. When she turned to him, her brown eyes widened when she realized a boy was calling out to her. Kendra’s straight posture gave way to uncertainty the closer Xander approached.
“Hi, yeah!” he gasped with a bright smile. “Sorry to bother you- Oh, hey, are you okay?”
Upon realizing a human boy was indeed talking to her, the gorgeous Jamaican quickly became shy and demure, shrinking in place. The Casanova within was loving it, relishing in the idea of corrupting such an innocent girl. Xander didn’t want to go that far, but he was still miffed she was the reason he looped back. The Kendra from that loop could’ve warned him she was going to involve the Watcher’s Council, so he didn’t look like he betrayed Buffy. Thinking about it again was upsetting him, but he held it in.
“Hi, my name is Xander,” he cheerfully told the crippling shy girl. “I was wondering if you could help me out! It’s a matter of life and death,” he finished, hoping her desire to save lives will delay her longer. He didn’t know how long Angel needed before Kendra lost the trail, but would try to keep her busy for as long as he could.
The pair stood on the sidewalk, in the shadow between old street lights, and she couldn’t meet his inquisitive gaze. Kendra was dressed in her form-fitting long sleeve, brown crop-top that showed her toned abs and mahogany-colored slacks. The caramel-skinned girl was flustered and fiddled with her hands as she stuttered, “I- I- You s-see sir, I m-must be g-going-”
She spun in the direction she thought Angel went, but Xander innocently stepped into her vision, forcing her to look away once again. “Please?” Xander begged. “You’d be my hero if you could just answer a couple questions for me.”
She looked conflicted for several moments, eying Angel’s direction, then turning to Xander again before eventually voicing, “I- I- If I may be of s-service, sir.”
“Great! Thank you so much. And you can call me Xander,” he replied, keeping a safe distance so as to not scare her off. With a wave of his hand and a head tilt, he bids her, “Come on. There’s a coffee shop right around the corner.”
He knew there wasn’t a coffee shop around the corner. Instead, he walked her to a dingy restaurant to delay her for as long as possible. The building was made of brick walls with cement filling and cracks webbing up the walls. When it dawned on her they were going into the moderately busy restaurant, Kendra backed away as if she was going to leave. Xander assumed she was having an internal battle between following Angel or helping a civilian. He clapped his hands together and pleaded once again for her help.
“You’d totally be doing me the biggest favor if you stayed! Please, you’d be saving my life!”
The beautiful Jamaican mulled it over for several moments, and with a last look down the street, she nodded before entering the restaurant. It wasn’t very crowded in the old restaurant. The wood flooring creaked and the red-bricked walls made it feel rustic. They went to the farthest booth away and Xander extended his hand, offering her the choice of sitting where she liked. She sat on the far side of the booth for a better view of the crowd.
Xander then set his bag on the opposite seat before sitting next to her, surprising the cinnamon-skinned girl and making her scoot closer to the brick wall. At her sudden motion, Xander raised his palms and explained, “Oh, hey, in America, we sit beside friends, like, to show respect.” Truthfully, Xander simply didn’t want her to leave easily.
“I’ve n-never heard of this,” she stated.
“Really?” Xander gasped, taking a seat. “It’s pretty common. It can feel very threatening facing someone. Look at the bar,” he said, pointing with his thumb. “See how they’re all sitting next to each other?” She reluctantly looked before nodding. “That’s how we do it here.”
Though she nodded, she remained flat against the wall and her eyes stayed downward. Despite being able to fit another person between them, Xander felt a sense of satisfaction at making her flustered. It’ll be harder for her to leave and a fitting punishment for forcing him to loop back. When the waitress appeared, Xander ordered several appetizers and any drink Kendra wanted.
He reassured her, “My treat.” After their order, Xander asked, “So, I never got your name.”
She cleared her dry throat before answering, “K-Kendra.”
“Kendra. That’s a pretty name,” he complimented. “Very strong. You look like a strong girl. I hope you don’t mind my saying that.” Rather than talk, she simply looked down and shook her head. “Well, Kendra, since you’re being so awesome for helping a complete stranger, eat as much as you like. I’m buying.”
“T-thank y…”
“I should tell you about myself; that way you’ll feel more comfortable,” Xander started. “My name is Xander Harris, but you can call me Xander,” he began. “I go to Sunnydale high school, but I’m also a weaponsmith. I actually have a piece I just finished recently if you want to see it.”
Xander reached over for his bag and took the Norse seax dagger out of his bag. After unsheathing the dark-bladed weapon from the leather sheath, he presented it to her for her judgment. The length of the seax was ten inches, five of which was razor-sharp. He used 5160 high carbon spring steel, and it was perfectly balanced. The handle was wrapped in natural brown leather and the entire build didn’t take more than a couple of days to complete. Xander knew a magical Excalibur was more important, however, he needed a weapon for his personal protection. At the sight of the blade, Kendra forgot about her nervousness.
“Careful,” he warned. “It’s really sharp.”
Examining every inch of the blade with admiration, she remarked, “It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks,” he replied with a genuine smile. It felt good to hear a slayer appreciate his work. Letting her hold the weapon, Xander grabbed the notebook in his bag and voiced, “Anyway, on to those questions.”
Uneasy again, Kendra sheathed the dagger and nervously played with it in her hands. It seemed to give her strength to ask, “A-are these questions truly a matter of life and d-death?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you,” Xander assured her with a small smirk on his lips and a twinge of guilt in his heart.
Reacting as if she offended him, she anxiously replied, “N-no, of course n-not, sir.”
“Xander,” he firmly insisted. “None of this sir stuff. I’ve never been knighted by the queen. Come on, say it with me, ZAANNN DEERRRR.”
“X-Xan der.”
“There you go.” The appetizers of wings, southwest rolls, mozzarella sticks, artichoke & spinach dip, tortilla chips, buttered bread, and onion rings arrived and Xander encouraged her to eat as much as she wanted. He ate a bit as well before taking out his pen. He wrote out the first question before asking, “Do you believe in love between a man and a woman?”
Kendra was taken aback by the first question and leaned harder into the brick wall. She wiped her full lips of the small sheen of grease before stumbling to answer, “I- I don’t- have… experience in matters such as this, sir- X-Xander.”
Nodding as he wrote her response, he then asked a follow-up question. “Well, you have parents, right?”
“I do. But…”
With genuine curiosity, her long pause had him ask, “But?” The reason Old Man Xander didn’t remember her was because they never talked, and Xander didn’t want to make the same mistake. He was going to take this opportunity to learn more about her. She may have screwed him over before, but he couldn’t ignore she was only doing her duty.
Looking into the artichoke, she voiced, “…I h-have not seen them in many years.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” he genuinely expressed. “Life must be very different where you’re from.”
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“I-it is.”
“Well, that sucks, but if it helps, I can teach you how to blend in seamlessly in America. Maybe you can make lifelong friends here,” he merrily asserted. “Oh, we have to sit a little closer together.” Reluctantly, Kendra scooted a little closer. “Have another wing. They’re good, right?” After she nodded, he wrote as he said, “Question two: Do you believe emotions are a strength or a weakness?”
“W-weakness,” she honestly replied. “They distract from the mission.”
“Mission?” Her big brown eyes went wide in panic before he spared her the anxiety of being discovered and stated, “Oh, you mean like goals! Yeah, I think they can be a distraction too, but not all the time. Like, for example; A mother loves her children, yes?” She nodded cutely as she nibbled on a wing. He continued, “Okay. If she had to, wouldn’t she sacrifice her life to protect them?” Kendra tilted her pretty head in thought before nodding in agreement. “Then didn’t love give her strength to make the ultimate sacrifice for the people she loves?”
He could see the wheels turning in her head before she slowly nodded in realization. “What you say… has merit,” the Jamaican girl ultimately agreed. In her cute accent, she added, “But, I still believe feelings cause more problems than they solve.”
“Fair enough,” he replied as he wrote her answer down. “Okay, question three… of which, you do not have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable… you’re not uncomfortable with me, are you?” She hesitated a moment before quickly shaking her head, no. “Sweet. I’m glad- Oh, we have to move a little closer.” She moved a little closer, and they were half a body apart. “Do you have a boyfriend?” She was so flustered, she just shook her head fervently. “Really? A beautiful girl like you? I find that hard to believe.” She didn’t stop shaking her head. “But you look so strong and capable; you’re obviously beautiful. I’m shocked you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“I- I- I-”
Realizing he was pushing her too much, Xander backed off. “Oh, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to. No one’s forcing you here. You’re free to say whatever you want. Eat some more.” The girl was so nervous, she simply did as he said. “Um, have you ever had a boyfriend?” She shook her head, and though Xander wasn’t surprised, he acted incredibly shocked. “Wow!”
Daring to look at him, she asked, “Is that… w-wrong?”
“Nothing you say is wrong, Kendra,” he firmly reassured her. “So don’t feel like any of your answers are a mistake or something. Because they’re not. It’s just, if it were me, I’d ask you out on a date for sure.” She chokes a bit on the dip to hear him be so forward. “So that eliminates the next question; if you’ve ever kissed a man.”
Kendra’s suspicions finally registered and asked, “What- what are these questions? They are q-quite personal.”
Xander maintained the lie by answering, “It’s for my school project, which is fifty percent of my grade. If I don’t interview someone for our health class, I could fail, which would totally be the end of my life!”
Kendra looked confused as she remarked, “I’ve heard of no schools here that execute corporal punishment.”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod, leaning toward the uniqueness of Sunnydale. “But this is a very special town, and not in the best ways. A lot of weird stuff happens all the time here.”
With more resolute curiosity, the more focused girl asked, “Is that so?”
Xander teased her curiosity, answering, “Yeah. It’s part of the reason why I started making weapons; to protect myself. I may be a guy, but I’m not that strong.”
“I believe that is admirable, X-Xander.”
He shoulder-bumped her with a smile, making her flustered and nervous once again. “Look at you; saying my name like we’re friends.” She smiled a small smile before he continued. “Actually, what brought you here? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I must Slay- I am here to fulfill my duty,” she corrected herself.
“Oh, like your job?” he asked, and she nodded. “Wow, we look the same age, but you’re already working and traveling. Do you model?”
Shaking her head, she answered, “N-no.”
“Oh, well, I think you should,” he casually suggested. “If you did, I’m sure the road to success would be a ten-lane freeway with no speed limit. I’m not kidding when I say every guy in here was checking you out the moment you walked in.”
Kendra instantly became alert, turning her back to the brick wall. She fiercely scanned the half-dozen patrons in the room as she asked, “Are we in danger?”
Her intensity surprised him as he called, “Wha- Oh, no, Kendra! We’re fine! I didn’t mean it like that.” With a peaceful palm up, he explained, “I only meant to say they’re all attracted to your appearance.”
After calming down, she slowly sat down and they were now close enough to feel each other’s body heat. Her brown eyes looked at him skeptically as she asked, “Truly?”
“I can’t overstate this enough; but yes. Very much,” he exclaimed as if it was unbelievable she could be so oblivious to her beauty. He wondered if she didn’t know how pretty she was or didn’t care. Kendra remained silent for a moment before he picked up his pen and continued. “On, to the next one, then. Have you ever wondered what love would feel like?”
Kendra took a deep breath before slowly nodding and honestly answering, “I mustn’t lie… I have wondered, at times, what it must be like.”
Slowly, he asked, “Was it because you were attracted to a boy?”
She hesitated to answer, but Xander nodded and gave her his most comforting face in hopes she continued. “There w-was a boy… in the nearby village… He was very tall, handsome, and quite fast, but he was- ...He passed away.”
Her forlorn expression revealed how ingrained the death of her loved one was. It also told him why she’d deny any frivolity in favor of obsessing over her duty. In the fight against evil, Kendra was wholly dedicated to her work. On the other hand, Xander didn’t believe being wound so tight was good for her. He remembered his panic attack and could imagine the same happening to her someday if she didn’t relax a little.
Xander solemnly asked, “Is that why you’re so focused on your work?” She more or less nodded, and Xander sighed before confessing, “I’m glad I met you, Kendra. The more I learn about you, the more amazing you become.” Feeling like he’s delayed her long enough, Xander made light conversation with her until they were done eating. After leaving cash on the table, they were outside once again.
Enjoying the cool air of the night sky, Xander asked out of courtesy, “Can I escort you home? Like I said, this town isn’t exactly the warm and cozy breakfast nook you want it to be.”
With her professionalism shining through, Kendra stood straighter as she firmly asked, “Have you seen anything unusual?”
“I’ve seen a few things,” he said with a long nod. “At night, all the weirdos come out. People disappear, murders happen, or people getting bitten. It’s a strange town, to say the least. Nobody really talks about it, but that doesn’t mean stuff doesn’t happen. Which is why I’d feel much better if I walked you home, or to your hotel, if that’s where you’re staying.”
Suddenly becoming nervous again, Kendra hesitantly replied, “I appreciate your kind offer-”
“Please, Kendra,” he cut in. “I know we just met, but, I can’t let a friend walk home alone. If something happened to you, I’d never be able to forgive myself.”
“I assure you nothing will happen to me,” she confidently said.
“You can never be too careful,” he insisted. “In this town, everyone knows two things; never walk anywhere alone and buy your burial plots early.” Xander looked down both ends of the street as he asked, “So, which way?”
Kendra grew even more anxious and looked away as she stuttered to say, “I- I’m so- sorry, Xander, sir. I- I-”
Moving close to her and leaning down to make eye contact, he softly emphasized, “Hey, hey, you know it’s okay to tell me anything. I won’t judge you.” Extending his right hand, he said, “Here, take my hand. It’s another custom here.” She was incredibly flustered, and on the inside, it amused him. ‘She’s so cute,’ he thought as she took his hand. He asked, “So, where to?”
Nervously, she forced herself to admit, “I d-don’t have… a place-”
Whirling around on her, he gasped, “You’re kidding! Tell me you’re kidding! Then where have you been staying?”
Timidly, she answered, “I take shelter… in buildings-”
“I did not just hear that,” Xander called out loud, regardless of the people around. “Kendra! No, I can’t allow that! I’m getting you a hotel room.”
“No!” she called, whirling on him. She protested, “You’ve been far too generous already! I cannot accept more of your generosity.”
“And I can’t accept you staying in abandoned buildings,” he hotly returned. “What kind of man would that make me?”
“You’ve already honored me with a meal without proper compensation,” Kendra quickly counter-argued. “It would be improper for me to accept any more without paying you in return.”
“What about staying at my house?” Xander suggested. “I live with my parents, so you don’t have to be scared of being alone with me.”
Tilting her head and knitting her eyebrows, the Jamaican girl genuinely asked, “Why would I fear such a thing?”
The way she asked, as if a girl being alone with a male stranger was nothing to fear, had him slowly reply, “Uh, well, because I’m a guy and girls can be scared of being alone with guys they don’t know.”
Shaking her head, the confident caramel girl informed him, “I have no such fears.”
“I’ll… uh, take that as a compliment,” he suggested. “Look, I won’t be spending money on a hotel if you stay at my place. You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch-”
“I cannot,” Kendra flatly stated. “Your home is far more valuable than a hotel.”
“Well, I’m not letting you sleep in-” The teenage boy halted mid-sentence when he realized the Casanova within truly was a scumbag, which only meant he was a scumbag. Neurons in his brain were firing off an idea that made him feel immoral. But with the gorgeous Jamaican slayer in front of him, the hormonal teenager couldn’t resist asking, “What about a trade?”
Xander assured himself he would not sleep with her, but a bit more retribution for making him loop wouldn’t hurt. The caramel-skinned beauty eyed him curiously before he pointed out, “You said you’ve never kissed a guy before. If you kiss me, that’d be something pretty valuable you can offer me, and then you can stay at my house until your work is done or you find a better place. That doesn’t sound bad, right?” The moment she hesitated, he sadly bemoaned, “Unless you think I’m too ugly to kiss…”
“No! I- No, my apologies, Xander, sir!”
Pumping peaceful-palms, he tried to tame her wild reaction by saying, “No, it’s okay if you don’t find me attractive-” “Dat- No-” Kendra tried but Xander kept insisting, “It was stupid of me to ask. I’m sorry-” He played up how she must find him ugly and unlovable so much she eventually agreed, voicing, “I accept!”
He slowly asked, “Really?” The exasperated girl simply nodded. “Because you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’d still offer you a place to stay without-”
“I understand,” she interjected, clearly frazzled by the emotional roller coaster. “I believe… it is only fair. I will never have use for those kinds of… activities.” She cleared her throat and added, “And I can escort you home. You’re correct in your assessment. I am strong. I can protect you.”
That made him feel a little bad, but a kiss from a slayer is worth the crummy feeling, and he nodded with a smile. Additionally, if she stayed with him, then Angel should be fine. On the bus home, Xander explained to Kendra the public transportation and a few of the locations, like a tour guide. Changing buses, he gave her a few dollars in case she wanted to travel around Sunnydale. It was nearly eleven when they arrived at his home, and Xander knew his parents would be at the bar until last call.
Though Xander felt embarrassed leading Kendra through his untidy home, he was happy his room was spotless; especially the ceiling. That was always the first thing he saw when he looped back, and he hated the putrid yellow stain there. His room didn’t smell like unwashed clothes or stale food, nor was it a cluttered mess. The carpet was clean, the scent in the air was pine and lavender, and his bed was made exactly how Soldier Xander was taught in basic training. His room was such a stark difference from the rest of the house that Kendra was surprised as soon as she walked in.
Setting down his backpack, Xander told her without thought, “I have some old clothes that would… still be too big on you, now that I think about it. I’ll ask my friends tomorrow if they can lend you some of their clothes.”
With a mousy nervousness, Kendra voiced, “You are t-t-too kind, X-Xander.”
“Oh, please,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Anybody would help.”
“Even if I am n-not permitted to speak to boys, I was raised to repay k-kindness whenever I come across it,” she kindly informed him.
Xander nodded gratefully before suggesting, “Yeah, but you’d rather not kiss me, right? It’s okay. You don’t have to-” She stepped forward faster than he could react and quickly grazed his lips with hers before backing away. Blushing furiously, she couldn’t even look at him and stared at the clean floor instead. Xander felt the gust of wind more than her lips and asked, “Uh, was that it?”
The uneasy girl nearly made eye contact with him as she asked, “Wa-was th-that not to your lik- liking?”
Pumping those ‘I-come-in-peace’ palms again, he assured her, “No, no, it was fine. It was… If that’s how they kiss in Jamaica, that’s cool. I’ll take it. I’m feeling the full force of honored here.”
As if to justify her skill level, she confessed, “I’m not- I don’t have… experience… with th-this activity.”
The Casanova within was begging for the follow-up question and Xander couldn’t deny his desire to kiss such a beautiful girl. Slowly, the hormonal teen asked, “Would it be okay if I showed you?” Her spine stiffened some and nervousness coated her curvaceous body like a second skin. But with determined eyes, she nodded, giving him a sense of her courageousness. Xander made certain she knew, “Alright, just remember, you can stop whenever you want and I’ll be one hundred percent cool with it.”
She nodded, and he stepped in front of her. Moving slowly throughout, he took her hands and placed them around his back, then cupped her sharp jawline before his thumbs gently stroked her cheeks. He leaned in and pressed his slightly parted lips against hers. She stilled with a rigid back and felt on edge, prompting Xander to tilt his head, gently caressing her button nose with his as he deepened the slow kiss.
After a dozen seconds, she seemed to calm down and tilt upward. Their faces pressed flush against one another so they can feel the soft warmth melting away any doubt this felt good. As his lips sucked on hers and repositioned for a better and deeper connection, Kendra felt more at ease with every second. When Xander tried to coax more play out of her, the gorgeous girl backed away. Her hand unconsciously touched her full lips a moment before she pulled it away. She cleared her throat and looked flustered, like she didn’t know what happened or how to feel about it.
To avoid spooking her, Xander softly asked, “How was it?”
She nodded several times before finding her voice to say, “...p-pleasant. Gentle.”
The Casanova pattern bothered him incessantly with possible replies, but Xander didn’t want to. Kendra may have screwed him over in a previous loop, but the sexy girl he’d love to see naked in front of him hadn’t. He was intent on ending this there. However, the horny teen was powerless to say, “Well, I didn’t want to start you off with a hard kiss and scare you off.”
Growing curious, she hesitated to ask, “H-hard kiss?”
“Yeah,” he answered, fighting his inner desire for sex and failing miserably. It didn’t help that she had great hips, an apple-bottom ass, perfect tits, and a gorgeous face; a face he just kissed. He was feeling it. His lower brain was taking the lead. “What we did was the gentle kiss; soft, playful, delicate. The hard kiss is when it has more power and you push in more. It’s a stronger kiss. Do you think you’re more the gentle type or the strong type?”
“I believe I may be more suited to this stronger method.”
“...Want to try it?” he asked. Kendra took a moment to consider it before nodding. “Okay, what’s important here is strength, desire, need. Have you ever felt aroused, sexually?” She blushed immediately through her deliciously caramel-colored skin, and he asked, “Was that too personal?”
Clearing her throat, she asserted in her Jamaican accent, “Do not be concerned for me. I am strong. I am capable.”
Clearly, it was becoming a point of pride for the raven-haired slayer, and Xander felt like tempering that feeling by assuring her, “Well, you oughta know you’re definitely a good kisser. Your lips are made to be kissed.” She looked up in wide-eyed surprise. “But doing the hard kiss will require more.”
Her breathing was rapid but she nodded sternly as the Jamaican girl stated, “I am ready.”
“Okay, are you a lefty or a righty?”
“Both.”
“You’re just bursting with talent, aren’t ya?” She smirked a little until Xander moved them along with the directions he spoke. “Your left arm is going to wrap around my back and massage up and down. Your right hand is going to rub my chest and grip the back of my neck as you feel it. See, how we’re a lot closer,” he asked as they were flushed against each other. “See how much more involved this is?”
Blushing down to her neck, the silent girl nodded vigorously.
“Okay, now, close your eyes,” he softly ordered. After she did as he asked, he continued, “Part your lips, slightly. Okay, follow my lead and just try to feel it.”
Xander teased her full lips a moment, enjoying the warmth of her fluffy soft lips, before truly making out with her. His tongue dived into her wet oral cavity and played with her strong tongue as he tilted her head with his hand. Kendra rubbed his chest and back while his other hand massaged her lower back. The experienced teen enjoyed the vibrations of her moan when his thumb rubbed the dimple just above her round ass, making him press her body flat against him as they made out.
When he thought the sheltered girl was about to stop, she suddenly became much more insistent, pulling at him like it was the first time she’d ever tasted sugar. He grabbed her ass and pulled her into his erection as much as possible in an effort to scare her into slowing down, but that only seemed to inflame her abrupt desire. For a sliver of a second, he wondered why she suddenly became more aggressive, and almost immediately, he didn’t care.
Xander broke their passionate kiss to nibble at her neck as his hands rubbed her amazing body, searching the sensitive zones that could make her shiver and moan. His sizable pool of experience unconsciously guided his hands to quickly identify her pleasure spots. The dimples over her ass made her shiver; Tracing her lower abdominal muscles made her squeeze her legs together; Nibbling her neck and earlobes, and massaging between her trapezius muscles, mustered moans from her full lips. It all made her hold him desperately.
Her nipples hardened against his chest and his rock-hard cock was jamming into her, overwhelming her with unknown waves of tingling thrill. As if she were finally cutting loose, Xander could tell she was getting lost in the delicious feelings. He knew Slayers lived in the moment. Their power and goals were meant to deal with the present; typically vanquishing evil. At the moment, however, the only thing that mattered to the moaning girl was building her excitement to a level she had never felt before; just as Casanova expected from a highly repressed girl.
Xander was massaging her breasts and ass freely, tweaking her nipple between his fingers as he lifted, squeezed, and pulled on the soft, succulent flesh. Her moans and whimpers only grew in his keen ears. Gripping her hair by the root and tugging just enough for her to feel a stimulating shiver, Xander pulled her lips away from his and looked over her heavily aroused face. Her sensual eyes were half-lidded and her pupils were dilated pools of dark arousal.
“Do you want to feel more?” he asked, but she only kissed him, opening their jaws wide and nearly crushing their lips. After another minute, the aroused boy pulled back again. “Can I do something else for you?”
Dazed in pleasure, she only nodded. Xander sat on the bed, then had her sit between his legs so her back was to his chest. He massaged her luscious breasts and tweaked her erect nipple, then moved to unclip her cargo pants. He unzipped and slowly rubbed her mound over her panties before slipping inside the thin fabric and massaging her hot slit. It felt like a wet furnace as Xander caressed her mound and clitoris. The rising stimulation had her lean back and spread her legs farther as the unfamiliar sensation gripped her.
Kendra gasped when Xander wiggled a finger inside her virgin womanhood. The more his experienced finger pumped and cuddled her sensitive insides, the more tiny streams of warm honey seeped from her pink hole. When Xander inserted a second finger into her dripping warm cunt, pumping in and out of the eager girl, she gripped his arm and thrusted her pelvis on her own. His experienced hands tallied every response and played with her bouts of pleasure like an instrument. The sweating boy was feeling the burn in his forearm, but the gorgeous slayer certainly liked it rough, and he had plenty of gas left in the tank.
As he tweaked and massaged her nipple and breast, Xander pumped his drenched fingers in her cunnie for minutes. Her pelvis was shivering more erratically, building pressure until she finally exploded with pleasure. Her legs shot out and her whole body quivered as she was rocked with a powerful orgasm. Her head snapped back, resting on his shoulder as her mind was numbed with the euphoric haze of nirvana.
Despite her painfully strong grip, Xander kept applying minor stimulation to her clit, breast, and nipple, keeping her high on bliss for several minutes before allowing her to come down. Her eyes were closed. She was heaving and panting, and overall, the sweaty slayer was gorgeous as she laid listlessly against him.
When she hummed to the little kisses on her temple, he asked, “Can I do something else for you?”
“Don’t stop… doing things,” she drunkenly voiced.
Without a second thought, Xander got from behind her and let her lay down on the bed. With her help, the eager teens removed her cargo pants, followed by her drenched panties. Plunging between her legs, the experienced boy sucked and fingered her in tandem, filling his sex-scented room with her moans once again. Kendra certainly required more energy than any of the other girls he’d been with, but that only excited Xander more. Someone new to melt under him.
When the exotic beauty was getting close again, he gripped her ass cheeks and raised her lithe body as he continued to vigorously eat her out. Despite her shy tendency around men, Kendra had the fire of a Slayer—an aggressor, a fighter—and she gripped his hair to keep him there as she arched her back.
“I’m nearly th-there- Something- Something big- coming! Coming!” she yelled until she burst from her quivering center like the bursting of a giant water balloon. Her throbbing pink core jutted her love nectar onto his lapping tongue for moments so long it felt like she was cumming for minutes. Her powerful orgasm only blinded the horny teens of all their reason and responsibility. They took the rest of their clothes off, and as quickly as they could, Xander was burying his near six-inch pole inside of her hot sex.
“MMMNnnn,” Kendra groaned as Xander grunted with eyes closed, “Oh… Goddamn!”
Xander’s stiff cock slid into Kendra’s cunt, caressing the velvety walls of her beating vagina the deeper he dove until he was fully enveloped in her love tunnel. A stray thought wondered why he hadn’t felt the barrier of a virgin, but he quickly ignored it for the amazing heat squeezing his mighty cock and heating his entire body.
If Kendra thought Xander was just going to pump in & out of her with reckless abandon, she had no sense of what was coming. Xander teased her with slow and deliberate strokes, searching for her deep erogenous zones, and when he found one, he would pound into that area as hard as she wanted it. He’d slow down again to search for her unique pleasure centers. When found another angle that made her twitch around him and moan louder, he pounded into her again, alternating between the two while his hands held the strong girl down.
“AAHHNN! MMMN! AAHHH! MMM! There! Mine Godt! Ri-Right theerrrr,” Kendra groaned deeply, holding onto Xander while he nibbled at her neck.
Their naked bodies gleamed with building love sweat as the teens humped each other. Kendra wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers, devouring his mouth as he pounded into her. The bed bucked beneath them, knocking into the wall repeatedly from the force of Xander’s thrusts. And the petals of her labia lathered the veined sides of his pulsing cock with generous amounts of her juices, dripping onto the sheets.
Kendra broke their kiss to breathe as she held him. He felt her womanhood’s building contraction and knew she didn’t have long. Her breathing came in harsh pants, her legs began trembling, and she felt her orgasm approach, threatening to detonate with a megaton of pleasure. Not more than a moment after teasing her clitoris, Kendra arched her back and exploded in mind-bending bliss. Her tight pussy clamped on his entire length as her whole body spasmed from the intense waves of shocking pleasure.
“KKEEEEUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMNNNNNNNN! MMMMMMNNN!” she wailed out.
Still inside her, Xander held strong as he rolled their joined pelvises to keep her mind in catatonic bliss longer. The flush woman was boneless after her orgasm subsided, but Xander wanted to cum as well. He flipped the girl over and felt comfortable slapping her ass before he began pounding her, doggy style, into the mattress.
The entire bed shook, and the room was thick with the scent and sounds of animalistic mating. Pushing her shoulders down gave his hips more leverage to rise higher and slam down harder into her gushing snatch. Kendra was losing her composure again, and he was near his own end. He held on just long enough for her to gush on his sheets before he pulled out and shot his rivulets of man-milk over her glistening back and ass. Laying half on top of her, they both slumped down onto the bed to rest.
Lost in the sexual joy of going balls deep in someone new, especially a beauty he hadn’t planned on—Xander didn’t want to stop. Still erect, the horny teen raised her knees to her shoulders before entering her again. He found her g-spot and maliciously pounded her squeezing sex until she wailed in delight and shook violently upon repeated waves of her fourth orgasm. Keeping her in a pleasure-induced coma for minutes, he massaged her ass and the back of her thighs to her delight while dining on her pert nipples.
The horny teens only cared for more pleasure. Laying on top of her, he rolled with her to his back, making her straddle him. The woman Xander was looking at was not the same Kendra he met earlier that night or in the previous loop. This Slayer was a monster in the sack, with a hunger that needed to be satisfied. She raised her dripping sex over his jutting shaft and impaled herself to their mutual delight. They groaned at the amazing feel of electricity buzzing up and down their spine.
Her rolling hips were awkward at first, but Slayers were masters of their bodies and she quickly figured out the best rhythm to get the most friction and pleasure building. His right hand massaged her dangling sugar-brown breast, tweaking her dark nipple with just enough pain to make her groan in pleasure while his left massaged her toned inner thigh. She was in control of the pace and rode his rod wild and hard, swelling that coil of pleasure at her center.
“Hahhn, Ah, AAN, MMNN, Yes, Yes, Yes! More! More! More!” she moaned as she neared the point of no return. Xander felt ready to blow when she slammed down hard. She clamped around him as her back arched and waves of pleasure flooded her every nerve. The slick heat clamping down on his sensitive knob sent Xander over the edge, and he quickly rolled her to the side before pulling out. He could tell some was inside her, but he spilled most of his load on her belly. Though she was still trembling, she turned to him curiously. It was the first time she seemed more conscious rather than simply instinctual.
“Sorry,” Xander huffed, slowly settling down. “I don’t have a condom… so I had to pull out.” She still looked confused, so he elaborated, “So you don’t get pregnant.”
Her eyes widened when it donned on her. “I hadn’t- I did not think-” Kendra was rapidly realizing how far she had gone and was beginning to panic.
Xander raised his palms and tried to maintain eye contact as he assured her, “Whoa, hey, Kendra? Kendra, you’re okay.”
“No- no,” she quickly insisted, grabbing a pillow to cover her nudity. “I shouldn’t have-”
“Did you kill someone?” he quickly interjected.
“What?” she asked, staring at him in confusion.
“Did you kill someone?”
“I- no.”
“Then take a breath and calm down,” he calmly comforted. “Nothing will get resolved by panicking.”
“You do not understand!” she hotly argued. “I was instructed better than this-”
“It looked more like being repressed, to me,” he interrupted.
“I mustn’t involve myself in matters of emotions and relations!” she voiced over him. “The Slay- I must be alone.”
“And you still can be,” he exclaimed. He took her by the shoulders—a dangerous move to do to a slayer in her state—and made her look at him as he assured her, “Listen, Kendra. This can go any way you want it to. You always had the choice here. If you want to keep going, I’d obviously be happy to, but, if you want to stop, of course, we stop. Hell, if you want me to forget about it, I’ll never tell another soul. You are still the same girl you were before you came here. Only now, you have a little more experience under your belt.”
Kendra remained quiet for several moments, pondering his words before finally expressing, “That… seems reasonable.”
Nodding, Xander removed his hands from her defined shoulders before hotly contesting, “Whoever told you you’re not permitted to talk to boys is putting you in serious danger. Think about it. If someone knew that you were weak at talking to guys, they could use that against you… kind of like me, actually.”
She eyed him suspiciously as she asked, “What do you mean?”
Tilting his head, he leveled some truth to the sheltered girl. “Kendra, a girl as hot as you would never go with a guy like me, not if she were used to dealing with men; especially smooth men.”
“I should not have spoken to you, to begin with,” she reasoned.
“Are you going to avoid all men everywhere? Because we’re half the population,” he pointed out. “Chances are high you’re going to run into a few of us. You’ll see some more of us tomorrow too. I guarantee it.” Again, she was quiet in thought. Kendra only paid attention again when he asked, “Did you feel it? Toward the end of the second kiss. It was like you became someone else and wanted to experience everything right away. That’s not the most normal response. And I’m not saying that to hurt or shame you. But I think the more information you have about yourself, the better you’ll be able to protect yourself.”
She remained quiet for nearly a minute, but Xander waited for her to speak again. She asked, “Would you truly forget this night ever happened?”
“No, no way,” he quickly shook his head, making her worry. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget you or tonight.” He relieved her stress when he added, “But, I promise not to tell anyone about all the touchy-feely-nudey parts. I’ll just be a good Samaritan who let you sleep in my room while I slept on the couch.”
With some semblance of satisfaction, she nodded before voicing, “I think that would be for the best.”
Xander gave her first crack at the shower while he put her clothes and the sex-stained bedsheets in the washer. He left out some of his older clothes for her to wear in the meantime. He then showered in his parents’ bathroom and when he went to wish Kendra a good night, he discovered his window was open and she was gone. The frustrated teen inhaled deeply and pondered the chances of Kendra messing with his plans again.