Marked
Author: Lady Destiny Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Summery: Angelus has the Slayer in his grip, and he's about to give her a few reminders of who she belongs to. Disclaimer: Not mine. Distribution: A Soul's Redemption, my sites, all my lists, anyone else, ask me. Feedback: Lemme have some! Pretty, pretty please? Notes: It's been 3 years since Angel lost his soul. No becoming. Buffy is dating Riley...unfortunately for him.
Angelus watched her moving to the music in the Bronze. Moving to the music with another man. He growled low and swore silently that both would learn before the night was through. As the two left the Bronze, he stepped out in front of them. "Hello, Lover," he hissed. Buffy stared at him, open mouthed. "Who the hell are you?" Riley asked, placing a possessive arm around Buffy. "Riley, that's not..." "A good idea." Angelus finished, vamping. Riley screamed, for a commando guy, he was a big baby. Angelus snarled, grabbing him. "Angelus, no!" Buffy yelled, but was to late. The boy dropped to the ground. His throat had been ripped out, and for extra emphasis Angelus had snapped his neck. He turned to a mortified Buffy. "Now for you, Lover," he said. His arms went around her, and a hand went over her mouth. *** Buffy lay spread-eagled on the bed. Angelus knelt between her thighs, gentle rubbing her clit, once in a while sliding his rock hard cock partially inside her warmth. "Angelus, why are you doing this?" Buffy gasped out, her body betraying her. "Because, you belong to me." he hissed, driving himself into her hard and fully, bumping lightly against the opening to her womb. Buffy gasped and shuddered, pleasure overcoming her. His thrusts continued, mercilessly, and both of them climbed higher towards the point of climax. Buffy screamed as they came in unison, Angelus' fangs buried in her neck, and her nails raking down his back. Angelus did not feed long, and with drew himself from her abruptly. "Buffy, you belong to me, and so you won't forget it, I'm going to brand you," he hissed, reaching for an iron he had kept hot in a cloth. "No!" she cried out, the sudden high of orgasm leaving her. "Yes, Lover, you belong to me, and one day, whether you consent or not, you will be mine forever." Angelus unwrapped the cloth from around the iron shaped into an ornate A and raised it above her. He roughly turned her head to expose her neck. "Angelus, please don't, I'll never do it again, I swear!" Buffy had begun to beg, something she had once swore she'd never do. "Oh I'll make sure you won't, baby, with my mark on you, no vampire, demon, or mortal man will dare to touch you," he said bringing the branding iron down on the side of her neck. Her scream of pain shattered the night and thrilled Angelus. He repeated the imprinting several times, so that it would slow very plainly. When he stopped finally, she lay still, sobbing softly. "Who do you belong to, babe?" he asked, laying down beside her. "You, Angelus," she answered, brokenly. "Good girl." He curled himself around her, and she did not struggle. Angelus vowed to himself that she would be his. If he had to turn her. If he had to kill everyone she loved. Even if he had to fuck her senseless a few nights in a row, this damned Slayer that he couldn't not get rid of, would be his. He would make very sure of that. Very. The End
