�Spoils� Part XI

Princess Plum Jade

Rated �NC-17� for sexuality and blood play

Chapter XI is for �Miss U.K.�  Thank you so much for your insight and perspective on my writing.  Cyberhugs, Plummy

�Drink this, Lady,� Xiao-Mei entreated soothingly.  Her eyes filled with sympathetic tears for her mistress�s suffering. 

The woman writhed on the bed and moaned tiredly.  The bed linens were soaked from her profuse sweating, yet her skin was not fevered.  Kordelia raised her head weakly, groaning from the splitting pain in her skull.  She managed to sip some of the cool water from the silver tumbler Xiao-Mei held to her lips, but her throat tightened and convulsed and she spit it back up.  The slave lightly patted Kordelia�s face with a soft towel and Kordelia screamed as though the slave�s gentle touch was unbearably harsh on her overly sensitized skin.

Leander, the steward, had sent a slave to Rome to fetch a healer, but Xiao-Mei knew it would do no good.  She had seen this type of sickness before and only the symptoms affected the body; the actual illness was in the mind.

A seemingly healthy girl or woman declining, pining away from unknown causes.  Xiao-Mei had seen it happen to other slaves who couldn�t bear Angelus�s hard attentions.  They stopped eating, stopped thinking, simply shut their bodies down until illness claimed them and death swallowed their loneliness.

But this process normally took months or even years to happen.  Kordelia seemed to be fading in mere hours.

�I�want�Angelus!�  Kordelia panted, tears trickling over her rosy cheeks.  She shivered all over as though in a violent chill.  �It�hurts�when�� She sputtered and coughed violently.  �He�s gone!�

Yes, Xiao-Mei thought, brushing a stray tear from her own face, she is going mad.  This illness is a blessing, really, a mercy from the gods.

Suddenly, he was there.

Xiao-Mei blinked rapidly.  There had never been a sound, no breathing or footsteps.  The fabric of his garments had not even rustled as he moved.  Angelus was simply there.  He had moved too quickly to be seen or heard.

�Go,� he briefly ordered the slave, his eyes fixed on the pathetic figure in the bed.  �Delia,� he said in an entirely different tone.

Xiao-Mei watched in horror as Angelus stripped off his long linen caftan and climbed into bed next to Kordelia. Dear Gods, he meant to violate her in her very death-bed!

�My Lord, please!� the Chinese girl exclaimed, stretching one arm out in appeal.  �She is dying, show pity!�

Angelus snarled, whirling around to face her.  Xiao-Mei recoiled and covered her mouth with one hand to keep from screaming at the demonic distortion of her master�s facial features.

�Xiao-Mei,� Angelus said slowly and distinctly through his fangs.  He lifted Kordelia�s trembling body in his arms, cradled her in his lap.  �She has warned me not to hurt you.  There are ways for me to kill you that won�t hurt you a bit. GET OUT!� The hideous monster turned his face back to Kordelia as the terrified slave fled the room.  �Of course, you bathed first thing when you got up, didn�t you?� he scolded softly.  �You�re a lady.�

Angelus bent forward, his ridged and bony forehead touching Kordelia�s.  �Yes, that�s better, isn�t it?� he crooned playfully at her appreciative moan.  Softly, he kissed the bridge of her neat little nose.

�Hurts!� she sobbed.  �Everything hurts!�  One arm fastened round his neck and clung for dear life.

Slowly, Angelus ran his palm over her skin from the back of her neck, down her spine, caressing her hip and thigh.  Kordelia�s labored breathing slowed and her throat stopped spasming as Angelus gently petted her in a continuous soft movement all over her body.  His demonic features faded back into his male beauty.

Kordelia�s free hand formed a fist and she punched his solid shoulder.

�You did something to me!� she accused him in weak anger.  �You did something to make me want you!�  She glared up at him indignantly and he grinned maliciously.

�I did not,� he denied it.  �I did many things to make you want me.�   Angelus laughed outright at her infuriated growling noise.   He took the wet rag in the small basin beside the bed, softly blotted her sweaty body. 

Angelus placed two fingers under Kordelia�s chin, lifting her face so he could gaze into her wonderful eyes. Almost lost. The painful thought sliced into his heart as ruthlessly as he had once dismembered a rebellious slave.  He resented it bitterly, this feeling of sweet relief that he had come to her in time.  He was a demon, a monster.  He made his own way in the world, alone.  He used people when he wanted them and discarded them when he had no more use for them.  He wasn't supposed to care about them.

Was it his human soul, that pathetic fragment of humanity buried deeply apart from the demonic urges to use and destroy and prey upon humans for sheer amusement?  Was that the part of him that felt secretly glad things would be different now?

Angelus kissed Kordelia�s lips.  He was slow, soft, and Kordelia moaned into his mouth as their bodies touched and hardened.  Flames rose up between, passionate and hungry.  Just like before.  Angelus smiled, lightly kissing her cheek, as the scent of Kordelia�s warm honey reached him.  Holding her close, Angelus rose from the messy bed.

It occurred to Kordelia to be embarrassed that a naked man was carrying naked her down the hall where anybody could see them.  But he had the right, he was master.  She was just spoils.  And, strangely enough, Kordelia didn�t care much who saw them naked when Angelus held her this tightly.  She smiled into his searching eyes as he carried her into the bathroom.

�I�m feeling much better now,� she whispered huskily.  �A bath would be so nice.�

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Angelus�s kiss was hard and passionate.  He turned savage in an second, plundering her mouth with his lips and teeth until Kordelia moaned for mercy so she could breathe.  She clung to him for dear life, her arms around his neck, her long legs around his waist.  Angelus growled low in his throat as her thighs tensed, lifting her body, then relaxed as he thrust upward into her.

The water was just as high as Angelus�s waist.  Churning splashes accompanied the sounds of wet flesh slapping wet flesh and their own cries and moans of delight in each other.

�Mine,� Angelus growled against her slim throat.  �My Kordelia.�

�Oh yes!� she gasped as a mini-orgasm shook her body and Angelus helped to steady her trembling, his hands under her bottom.

�Always mine.�  Angelus thrust hard and Kordelia screamed as he penetrated her far enough to hit her womb.

�Ooooooohhhh yes!  Yes, Angelus!�

He caught a fistful of her long wet hair and tugged hard.

�Say it!� he ordered.  He stopped moving, stood still in the warm water.

�I�m always yours!�  Kordelia cried hoarsely against his mouth. 

�You always will be!�

His fangs sank into her delicate throat as easily as any other human.  She didn�t scream or fight, only clutched his body tighter with her own.  Angelus groaned as the first burning mouthful flowed into his throat.  Kordelia came hard, wild in his arms as he drank her spicy richness.  She pulsed and throbbed and squeezed around him, leaking fresh hot honey onto his cock.

Angelus turned and waded towards the shallow end of the bathing pool.  Kordelia grew quiet and limp in his arms.  He heard only the faintest breathing, a stuttering heartbeat.  He wondered if she�d be angry with him.  He hoped not, her demon half was a bitch to sleep with.  Angelus grinned wryly at his own joke. 

Anyway, he had to take the chance.  He had almost lost her today.

Angelus set her soft body on the steps and reclined beside her, half in and half out of the pool.  He quickly tore a ragged gash in his own throat and bent over Kordelia so that the first thick red drops landed on her kiss-swollen lips.  The slightest reflex, her soft pink tongue touching a drop, drawing it into her mouth.

He drew her closely to him and cradled her head tenderly, guided her towards the streaming wound.  His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure when he felt her lips close over him and begin to suck, tentatively at first, then a rythmic, determined, sweet pull of her mouth on his neck.  He smoothed a wet tress of Kordelia�s hair off of her face and he growled when she bit the wound to re-open the slowing flow of blood.

�My prize.  My spoils,� Angelus muttered drily.  �My woman, my childe. Mine.� He sighed as one of her hands gripped between his legs, warm fingers curling around his cock.  �Oh �Delia.�

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