Demonic Gift
Author: Alicia (a.k.a. Lady Angel) Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Timeline: 2009 Summary: Angelus bring his lover a special gift, or two...or three... Spoilers: Nada! Warning: Contains m/f and minor f/f sexual activities... Notes: Okay, I've turned my smutfic 'Demonic Fever' into a series. ::slaps her hand:: Shame on me!!! Notes 2: I realize that half of this ain't possible but the is fanfiction! As in 'FICTION' ~ not real! hehehe Okay, so it wasn't really meant in that context, but do I care? I think not!Dedication: To absolutely all of you wonderful people who sent me feedback! There's so many of you so I want take up half of this email writing them all, but thank you so much!
Buffy sat on the bed, painting her toenails black. May as well match the decor, I spend most of my time here anyway...she thought as she looked around the bedroom. Black and burgundy. She had designed it with her lover in mind. She hadn't yet met him at the time, bit had instinctively know that he would get a kick out of it. There were a couple of sets of chains and shackles attached firmly to the wall. She had captured the last Slayer and had chained her there, barely four months ago, two months after she had met her Angel. He had lain on the bed, gloriously naked. The Slayer had copped an eyeful as she had regained consciousness. She couldn't stop staring at Angelus with lust in her eyes. When Buffy had walked back into the room to see him being devoured by that slut's eyes, she had vamped out, grabbed the girl's stake and plunged it into the girl's left shoulder, then her right, then her thighs, pulling the stake downward, leaving gapping wounds from the tops of her thighs to her ankles. Angelus had joined Buffy then, both choosing to lick the Slayer clean...it hadn't taken long for the bitch to die...oh well... Buffy was bored...and hungry. Angelus had only gone to get her something to eat, and that had been three hours ago. She pouted. "I want to play..." she whispered to herself sulkily. "And play you shall, Lover," came Angelus' satisfied voice from the doorway. Buffy immediately looked up in excitement. Dinner's here! And she wasn't thinking about the unconscious Slayer Angelus was dragging behind him... He moved to the chains and shackled the teenage Slayer to the wall. Angelus then walked over to the bed where Buffy was kneeling in anticipation. She threw her arms around his neck as he stood before her. He whispered to her, "I have a present for you, Lover." She grinned. "I can see that..." Angelus turned to the girl chained to the wall. "She's not it." Buffy pouted. "Why not?" He chuckled, "She's only part of it..." A second later, four of their minions came in, dragging a young couple along with them. "Chain them to the bed," Angelus instructed them. They, too, were unconscious. The lesser vampires chained the young couple to the bed. Buffy approached the bed with a strange light in her eyes. Angelus wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her back from the humans. "Not yet, sweet. Let's wait until the Slayer wakes up..." he coaxed, his face buried in the side of her beautiful neck... He couldn't let her figure out what was really going on... Unable to let her go, he backed them up until they reached the door to a separate room. It was Buffy's answer to an en suite, except it was Buffy's favorite place for sex... She knew exactly what was coming. she loved that room. It was only eight feet long and the same in width. The small, square room with stone walls serves a very pleasurable purpose... The room was empty, save for four separate chains and shackles, each firmly attached to the center of a different wall. They were about hip height...Angelus' hips, that was... Buffy eagerly drew the chains closer, imprisoning one of her hands, then let Angelus do the other. She sat almost in the corner, chained at the wrists. Angelus couldn't help but answer her enthusiastic grin with one of his own as he lifted her body from the floor and shackled her ankles... Perfect fit... The chains had been sized for Buff, so that when each appendage was chained, there was no slack, therefore suspending her in mid air, at a height that was perfect for Angelus to just come in and take what he wanted... But he never did... Always, he would play with her, kiss, caress and tease her until she could no longer stand it, helpless to do anything but wait... Still dressed from hunting, Angelus removed his leather duster to reveal a midnight blue silk shirt and skin tight black leather pants... Go the leather...Buffy's mind whispered. "Buffy..." he breathed out huskily. She turned her head to where he was standing, between her head and her chained arm, barely an inch away. She came face to face with the zipper of his pants. She moved her head slightly, catching the tab and pulling it down with her teeth. His aroused cock sprang free. He never wore underwear. Buffy was about to take him into her mouth, but he stepped to the side, out of her reach. "Uh uh, Lover. It's your turn..." His cock was still sticking out of his unzipped pants, but he did nothing to rectify it. He stepped over her arm, then walked to the other end of the room to where her legs were, running his fingers down her body lightly. He put one leg over hers, attempting to step over it, but apparently thought better of it. He paused, rubbing his cock against her thigh. He could smell her arousal as her juices began to seep from her core, creating little droplets on the floor. He brought his other leg over, so that he was between her spread thighs. He looked ridiculous, fully dresses, with his cock sticking out of his pants, she thought. Angelus slowly unbuttoned his shirt, choosing to place it over her spread legs and belly. Buffy frowned at the sight. It looked like some weird version of giving birth, except without the great big stomach and the sanitary conditions. Angelus grinned. He didn't want Buffy to see what he was doing to her before he did it, but he didn't want to blindfold her, either. He slowly worked his pants down his hips and legs, then calmly stepped out of them and tossed them out of the way. Buffy lost sight of her lover as he grinned wickedly, kneeling on the ground and ducking under the silk shirt covering the lower part of her body. Angelus pulled something from the pocket of the shirt... *~*~*~* Angelus was having the time of his death. He really didn't like the term 'undead'. How can you un-die? He much preferred the phrase 'the living dead', himself. He held two silver balls in his hands. They were each about half an inch in diameter. He was looking directly at Buffy's core, that was the best thing about the room, the chains were at a perfect height... He was sitting there cross-legged. He popped the metal balls into his mouth and shifted forward so that he buried his face between her spread legs... His arms came up around the outer side of her thighs, needlessly holding her steady as he plunged his tongue into her dripping core. Angelus gently guided the balls out of his mouth and into her body... He heard her gasp. He had never used these particular toys on her. The way she was suspended by the chains, all he had to do was push down on her body lightly and the rest of her would move like a water bed...as would the silver balls inside her... And they did. They rolled around inside her, moving every which way, heightening her pleasure. Angelus' tongue soon joined in, plunging in and out of her depths, lapping up her sweet honey... He was teasing her. That was Buffy's thought as his mouth abandoned its assault on her clit. He then inserted two fingers inside her, but instead of taking over from his wondrous tongue, they removed whatever it was that he had placed inside her. Buffy whimpered in discomfort. She was so close! But there she was, just suspended there, while Angelus did nothing... He's cooling me down, she realized. He's going to start all over again. Damn his teasing!! Angelus began nibbling on her toes, sucking, nipping, licking...up her outer calves...over her hips...to her side. Buffy was very ticklish, highly unusual for a vampire. His fangs slid easily into her side. He lightly began to sip from her body, as though drinking the very last drops from a cup, through a straw, barely anything coming through... Buffy began to twist and jerk, laughing uncontrollably. The sensation it caused was very similar to him tickling her. Angelus soon moved on to the nearest breast. The rosy nipple puckered before his eyes. He brought a finger up to it and flicked it gently. It responded nicely. He pinched it lightly, then took it up into his mouth and ran his tongue over it, soothing it. Buffy's eyes were closed. She preferred to concentrate on the feeling. She could feel her Angel travel up her body, pausing here and there every once in a while to study a part of her anatomy. He would lick, suck and then sample. He samoling was beginning to drain her of energy, though, as he journeyed her body. When he had traveled her entire body, he was back where he had started, at the very essence of her. Angelus decided that one last sample was in order... He positioned his mouth at her entrance and sank his fangs into the softest, sweetest part of her, draining yet more blood from his lover's body...Buffy's orgasm hit, presenting Angelus with his favorite dessert...liquid Buffy... Angelus decided that it was his turn. He stood up and positioned his hard cock where his mouth had been seconds before and slid himself home... Finally, they both thought. As Angelus slid his painful arousal in and out of his lover's tight passage, all he could think of was how it felt to have her silken interior accepting him, caressing him, squeezing him dry of any and all cum, leaving him totally limp and sated... Buffy concentrated on the way he filled her to the hilt, ignoring the monster headache from the lack of blood. With each masterful thrust, he embedded himself deeply within her, stroking her from the inside, bringing her to the very brink of shattering into a million pieces. Had she the strength, she would have participated... When their release washed over them, Angelus let Buffy down. Too weak to do anything she just lay there on the floor. Angelus moved her so that he laid down on the floor with her resting comfortably on top of him. "Buffy?" he whispered. Her eyes were closed and she didn't respond. "FUCK!" Angelus began to panic. He'd taken too much! He shook her, hard. "Come on, Buff, take a sip..." he bought her mouth to his neck. Nothing happened. He pulled back slightly. She was still in her human guise. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" he chanted. She's too weak to change! Angelus grabbed her hand in desperation. He used one of her fingernails to jab himself in the neck. Blood began to pour freely from the wound. He put some blood on his fingers and inserted them into her mouth. Buffy instinctively suckled on his fingers at the familiar taste. Her lover then pulled her closer to the wound in his neck. She sniffed the air, slowly opening her eyes and seeing the flowing blood an inch from her mouth, she latched onto his neck, licking the wound, still unable to change her features. Angelus relaxed slightly as she began to suck harder... *~*~*~* Hours later, Buffy and Angelus still lay on the floor of the room, utterly sated. Angelus had sent some of their minions out to pick up a couple of children for he and Buffy to feed on. Young blood was the best thing for her... The bodies of the two children lay in the corner of the room... They were ready to deal with the Slayer and the two other humans that were waiting. They re-entered their bedroom, not bothering to get dressed. All three humans were awake and when the other vampires noticed their Masters' return, they exited the room quietly. They all but ignored the Slayer, choosing to focus on the couple in their early twenties. "Your present, my love," Angelus told Buffy. Her face transformed, a sight that Angelus was overjoyed to see. "Which part?" Buffy asked excitedly. Angelus blew her a kiss. "All the parts," he answered, also revealing his vampiric features. He knelt down next to the young woman, who cringed as he gently lifted her arm, turning it over and placing a tiny kiss o her inner wrist. Buffy growled in warning... "Hey, you! Vampire!" Both she and Angelus ignored the mouthy slayer. Angelus kissed his way to the girl's palm and up to one of her fingers. He captured the finger in his mouth and sucked on it lightly for a few seconds, before letting it slide out... He walked on his knees to where Buffy stood, her blood boiling. Angelus lifted Buffy's hand and took one of her fingers into his mouth. She frowned as she felt something else in his mouth. When he let her finger go, Buffy noticed a beautiful ring in place on her finger. It was a gold claddagh ring. The heart was a blood-red ruby and the crown was outlined with diamond studs. It was a perfect fit... Still on both knees, Angelus held both of Buffy's hands in his. He looked up at her. "Will you marry me, my love?" Buffy finally recognized the ritual. She should have realized sooner. The still alive Slayer, the couple in the bed. She was going to enjoy finishing it...except for the part where they had to let the Slayer go... Buffy bit her bottom lip, torn between bonding herself with her Angel for eternity, or killing the Slayer. There was no contest... "Yes!" she told Angelus. He grinned as they took their positions by the couple on the bed. Buffy stood by the female and Angelus by the male. They swooped down an sank their fangs into the humans' necks. After partially draining them of about half of their blood, they detached themselves from the humans and swapped meals, Angelus now finishing off the young woman and Buffy, the young man. The Slayer, all the while, trying to escape. Her fruitless attempts to unbind herself doing no one any good. When the two vampires had finished off the young couple, they unchained them and threw them off their bed, quickly taking their place. The two master vampires sank their fangs into each other's necks while fucking each other into oblivion... The Slayer just watched in helpless fascination. She didn't really understand what was going on, but she couldn't tear her eyes away... *~*~*~* "Do we have to, my Angel? I really don't like her. She's not sweet and innocent...she's no fun..." Buffy pouted, glancing at the Slayer. They lay on their bed, facing the girl, ready for the next part of the ritual. Angelus grimaced. Buffy was right, she wouldn't be any fun. Not like in the good old days. What Angelus would have done to have had some seventeenth century Slayer to participate in the ritual. He mentally ticked off each part, hoping that he hadn't forgotten anything. Ring...both parties draining a married couple...swapping blood...immediate consummation...all check. Especially the latter... All that was left now was for them to fuck the Slayer and then let her go to her Watcher and report their union...once it was recorded in the Watcher Diaries, it was official. Funnily enough, the Council had no idea that the Slayer was pretty much the Celebrant and the Watcher, the recorder of the vampire marriages. It was laughable. If the Watcher didn't record the marriage, it wouldn't be official among the vampire community...a marriage was very rare, though. It occurred maybe once every one hundred and fifty years or so... Angelus answered his beloved's question. "Yeah, my sweet, we do..." They both got out of bed and approached the still clueless Slayer, Buffy grumbling the whole time. The hard part was getting the Slayer aroused enough to beg for it, rape wasn't a consideration when it involved a marriage ritual. Fortunately, the Slayer had already gotten her kicks from Buffy and Angelus' display only minutes earlier... Buffy stood in front of the girl, Angelus approached his lover from behind and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her against his hard body. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of him as she reached around the girl in front of her to unzip the skin-tight, spandex dress she wore. Thankfully, it was strapless, so it came off easily. Buffy then removed what little underwear the girl wore. Buffy and Angelus stepped closer to the Slayer, Buffy now sandwiched between the girl and Angelus. Buffy ran her fingers over the teen's body. She smells so sweet, Buffy thought. It's a pity that she's such a slut! The girl responded. Buffy could tell by the change in breathing and her rapid pulse rate, as well as the hardening of the Slayer's nipples beneath Buffy's hands. Buffy sighed in pleasure as she felt Angelus behind her, spreading the cheeks of her ass and ramming himself into her back passage, the force of it causing Buffy's pelvis to thrust into the teenage girl in front of her. The girl gasped in pleasure as Buffy's thigh came into contact with her dripping cunt. Buffy moved her thigh in accordance with her Angel's hard thrusts from behind. As Angelus' fingers came into contact with Buffy's clit, Buffy inserted two fingers into the Slayer... Both Buffy and the Slayer orgasmed as one when the time came. Angelus quickly removed himself from Buffy and thrust himself into the Slayer when Buffy moved out of the way. The girl moaned in pleasure and renewed arousal as Angelus thrust his long, cold cock into her body over and over...she had never felt anything like it... Buffy, wanting to help her lover along, stood behind him and gently licked his shoulder blades while thrusting one of her fingers into the tight entrance of his ass... Angelus growled as the Slayer began shuddering around his still hard cock. She didn't do anything for him. He withdrew from her fully sated body and turned on his beloved, throwing her to the floor and landing on top of her, his cock desperately seeking out its home... "If I didn't know better, I'd say that you were going soft in your old age, Angelus," she gasped as he thrust faster and harder inside her. Angelus smirked into her neck. "Only with you, my goddess, can I ever achieve any semblance of real pleasure..." he answered honestly. As the couple screamed their mutual satisfaction, one of their minions entered the room and released the Slayer, who ran to tell her Watcher of the night's events...well, part of it, anyway... The End
