Title: Too Soon The Dawn

Author: Alan Hitchen

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Disclaimer: Joss Whedon created Buffy's world but Twentieth Century Fox owns it.

Pairings: Dawn/Amanda/Vi/Eve

Rating: NC-17 (group sex)

Summary: Strictly AU but vaguely post season seven all the same. Now leading a pampered and protected life in a Californian Camelot (if you can imagine one - all wimples, tabards and highly-polished armour - that sort of thing) Princess Dawn sets out to relieve her privileged boredom with a plan of her own.

It has been nigh on two years since my brave sister defeated the foul dragon with her mystical scythe. Two years since the grateful populace made her their queen. Two years of utter tedium as I became the people's princess. Not to reign at her side, you understand, but to look pretty at pageants and feign interest in the many young men that had suddenly found me irresistable.

I had thought Buffy would show me the world as she had promised, but no, she's too busy with stuffy affairs of state, never has any time for me, and says I'm "too young" to travel about on my own, or do anything more taxing than wave to the people from a balcony. Little wonder Faith left her to seek fresh adventures elsewhwere.

The men: Lord Giles, Xander and their squire, Andrew, are not so constrained. Aided by the Lady Willow they roam the country, investigating outbreaks of evil and searching for 'potentials'. Young women who have the spark that one day may make them a slayer like Buffy or Faith.

Once found, they are transported to the castle and inducted into a life of intense instruction, training and devotion to the sacred cause of slaying the bad and protecting the good. These 'lucky' girls have even less of a life than me. Closeted away under lock and key, they live lives of warrior nuns - chaste and untouched.

What a waste!

One girl, Kennedy, older and not so innocent as the rest, used her wiles to bewitch the Lady Willow and became her lover even before they had returned to the castle, and thus avoided this suffocating fate. Immensely displeased, but deferring to Lady Willow's wishes on the matter, Queen Buffy declared her to be a singular exception to an iron-clad rule. Which is why I act now in secret. Armed with a copy of the master key obtained at much risk I will now unlock my hidden desire - and theirs. You see, all these girls share another trait - sapphism!

The potentials are surprised to see me at this late hour as I release them from their quarters, but they obey my command and follow me back to my bed-chamber without demur.

After many hours of careful deliberation I have chosen the ones I like the most. Amanda: tall, dark and deadly, deceptively strong and possessed of a steely resolve. Violet, or Vi as she likes to be called: a shimmering redhead, shy and reticent but fiercely intelligent and a first-class strategist. And last, but not least, the sultry blonde vixen that is Eve, disarmingly feminine but cunning as a fox, whose rich red lips promise much for the unwary admirer.

All three now stand before me in puzzled silence.

In answer to their unspoken question I drop my richly embroidered cloak to reveal the nakedness beneath and six eyes greet the enticing sight as a hungry dog might contemplate a juicy bone. It is as I had hoped, they are mine for the taking!

I sit on the edge of my bed and crook a beckoning finger to them and instantly they are on top of me. Their lips kissing, their hands caressing, their tongues licking, my body heaving beneath them in nascent pleasure. I revel in it all until I realise something is not quite right with the picture I have so often imagined during moments of solitary relief.

"Stop!" I cry in anger and they spring away in confusion. "Strip," I explain with a smile. They smile back and do as they are told, discarding their virgin-white night attire with alacrity. Their breasts bob and bounce before me as they affect the most alluring pose, each displaying their feminine charms to best advantage that I might pick them as my favourite - and pick one I will - but not just yet. My outstretched arms welcome them all back as they tumble into my bed, our bodies uniting once again. My arousal growing by the second as I let them attend me at their will.

Amanda, the girl with the lithe, almost boyish, figure, kisses my mouth, her tongue boldly pushing inside to do battle with my own.

Vi's hands are cupping and moulding my breasts as if they were living clay. Her gentle fingers give me much pleasure as she urges my nipples into greater relief from their warm brown aureoles. The hardening nubs beg for her lips and she suckles at each one in turn as they demand.

Between my legs Eve's strong fingers are already reaching knuckle deep, and her agile tongue is agitating my pearl of love most delightfully as the thunderstorm of orgasm begins to gather within me.

Seperately each girl is a delight, and together a miracle, as they strive to bring me to my climax as quickly as possible. The love-making increases in pace. Eve's thrusting fingers now match the rhythm of my frantic breathing. Not long before I... Aaaah! My first orgasm explodes upon me, making me shake and moan with unashamed satisfaction and exciting my lovers to seek more.

Amanda kisses even more passionately. Vi's lips move from my breasts to taste for herself the juices that coated Eve's fingers before she sucked them dry. Emboldened by her desire to please, her tongue reaches out for my love-bean and flicks it hard before she buries her face into my wet sex and drinks her fill.

My whole body shivers in anticipation of the climax to come as Vi gently forces three fingers into my slick hole and sucks even harder on my tender clit. Amanda takes firm control of my boobs and tweaks the nipples fiercely and Eve moves round to take her place at my welcoming mouth. I can taste myself on her delightful lips and tongue and my excitement grows and grows.

After a while, Eve's warm breasts take the place of her mouth and I suck on each soft globe with glee as I inhale the heady aroma of the sweet flesh that tastes so good on my tongue. Vi's whole fist now pounds my pussy, stretching me to the limit, while Amanda sucks and bites and teases my tits just the way I like. In complete ecstacy I orgasm again and again and again.

Afterwards, we pause for breath.

I wish to make love to them all in turn but, like the candles that light the room, time is growing short and I must choose just one. I find Amanda is the one who wins my favour tonight, sadly I decide Eve and Vi will have to fend for themselves. But they need no second urging when I tell them to demonstrate the sixty-nine position for me, and immediately make urgent love on the rug-strewn floor. As I watch their agile tongues rubbing each other's clits to achieve mutual satisfaction my lust ignites once again. But now it is my turn to please and Amanda's turn to be pleased.

I push her back onto the counterpane and her legs part in complete surrender. My mouth decends upon the bushy mound that glistens with the dew of her desire, and, as my fingers clear the way, my tongue parts her pouting love-lips and excites the rose-pink flesh within. My nose prods at her pebble-hard protrusion as I do so and in her frustrated state she comes in an instant. My fingers slip inside, riding the waves of her contractions, thumb circling her slippery clit, lips capturing her luscious nipples and quite soon she is coming again - and so it goes on...

It's later - all the candles are now dead, but a new light fills the room - it is the dawn come all too soon!

As the sun continues its inexorable rise I bid my lovers to dress and lead them back to their lonely beds. They look so sad as I softly kiss them farewell, so in order to ease their pain, I tell them something that will gladden their hearts: "This night is done, but there is always tomorrow!"