Slayer In Heat
Author: Lady Destiny Email: [email protected] Rating: NC-17 Summery: Buffy and Angelus get it on. Disclaimer: God damnit! Nothing's mine. Get it? Got it? Good! Distribution: Ask first Feedback: Give it to me, damnit! Notes: Takes place somewhere in Season 2.
Buffy shifted uncomfortably on her grave stone. Her period had just begun yesterday and now it was making her very horny and easily annoyed. Angelus watched as she shifted on her ass, smiling to himself. He could smell her. Her sent permeated his nostrils and he growled softly. Buffy turned, hearing the noise. "Angelus," she hissed. He stepped forward, still grinning. "In the flesh," he replied. "Why are you here?" "To fuck you silly, girl," he said, reaching out and clamping her arms to her sides with his hands. Buffy struggled at first, but when it was apparent that she wasn't getting free, stopped. Angelus removed his hands from her arms. "Be a good Slayer, and strip for me," he whispered in her ear. Against her better judgement, she did so. Angelus looked her over appreciatively. A thin streak of blood ran down her thigh. Gently, he knelt between her legs and swiped lazily at the bit of blood with his tongue. She moaned as his tongue moved upward to her swollen folds and changed to a rough pace, rasping against tender tissues. Angelus drank in the blood that flowed from his lovers womb and as her womb clenched with longing for her a fresh flood entered his mouth. He stood, undoing his pants, and releasing his straining erection. Buffy willingly lay back on the gravestone, spreading her legs wide for him. Angelus delved deep with in her tight passage, relishing as her walls stretched to accommodate him. Her moans only served to fuel his passion and his thrusting increased. Buffy ravaged his mouth, running her tongue over his blunt human teeth and moaning when he nipped at her lips. Angelus' thrusts became frenzied and his face morphed. For once, Buffy did not fear his demon visage. She welcomed it instead. His fangs broke the skin of her neck and she screamed his name as orgasm sent them both shuttering and screaming off the stone. His cold seed coated her burning hot insides and her moans of pleasure made him want to do it all over again. They lay rapped together for a few more minutes before Buffy pulled away. "That was...fulfilling," she said, reaching for her clothes. "Yes, it was. We should do it again some time." "I'll call you the next time I'm in heat," she muttered sarcastically. "When will that be?" Angelus asked, interestedly. "Probably tomorrow night, and for the remainder of the week," she answered. "See you tomorrow then." "It's a date," she said before walking off. Angelus watched her go smiling. Damn, that Slayer was everything a man could want. The End
