�Spoils� Part IX

Princess Plum Jade

Rated �NC-17� for language, violence, and explicit sexuality

Part IX is dedicated to �Rdreamspeaker� because he is my friend does not mind listening to me carry on about vague elements of history.  I really do miss you when I am writing a lot.    Hugs, Plummy

�Angelus!�

He squeezed her swaying breasts and snarled in savage pleasure at the girl�s endurance.  Kordelia�s hips rocked downward on him, her interior clasped him hard inside her.

�I�m yours!  I�ve always been yours!�

�Yesssssssssss!�  the demon in him hissed.  Angelus pushed back against her throbbing tightness.

�Oh Gods!�  She leaned backwards, her reddened nails digging into his thighs, her rich silky hair swishing over his knees.

Angelus bit his lip as her movement drew his cock to a downward angle and squeezed him harder.  He gazed down to where their bodies met and watched her pretty secret lips kiss his groin repeatedly, hot and wet.  He reached out to stroke her with his fingers, urge her to yet another ecstasy.

�Angelus, you hurt my slave!� she growled.

�What?�

She threw her body forward so that she lay over him and they faced each other.  Angelus frowned.  Kordelia�s eyes were glowing with a queer inner light, an eerie silvery-green. What in the Underworld!

�I said you hurt my slave!  My woman, Xiao-Mei!�  Kordelia�s voice was deeper, distorted.  She sounded like her throat had been crushed or injured in some way, but the words were hard and angry.

Suddenly, her hands joined at Angelus�s throat in an iron grip and her thighs tightened impossibly over his hips, pinning the vampire to the bed.  Angelus snarled and his own demon rose, distorting his beautiful facial features with a ridged visage.  His fangs lengthened and his eyes glowed golden.  He gripped her waist and tried to tear her off his lap.

Kordelia didn�t budge.  In fact, she grinned wickedly at him, her generous mouth spreading to reveal the beautifully perfect human teeth, sparkling white.  She shoved down harder against him, held him down effortlessly, and Angelus shouted as he felt bones in his pelvis snap.  Angelus raked her hip with his taloned hand and the girl backhanded him so hard his cheekbone broke.  Kordelia shuddered sensuously and Angelus�s stomach clenched from the scent of her blood leaking from her wounded hip.

�If you ever hurt her again, I will kill you.�  Kordelia pressed a hard closed-lipped kiss on the injured side of his face.  Angelus�s mind reeled at the pain and his sex grew even harder in her snug interior.  �I promise.�  She giggled, a soft, sensuous sound that seemed gruesomely out of place.  She kissed his lips and Angelus bit her mouth hard.  Her blood flowed over his tongue and he swallowed greedily.

Angelus snapped awake.  Kordelia lay snuggled beside him, sleeping peacefully, exhausted after a long night under his erotic tutelage.  She didn�t stir when Angelus sat up and stared at her.  The vampire winced as he moved, muscles pulling in his aching groin.  His body healed rapidly, almost immediately if he was well-fed, but the dull ache in his pelvis assured him that damaged bone was re-knitting itself within.

There was no mistaking the scent of Kordelia�s blood, traces on his fingers, the faintest taste on his lips like the memory of good wine.  Slowly, Angelus drew the fine woolen blanket away from Kordelia�s body.

Her naked form was beautiful, perfect, fragrant with their combined odors.  Her hips were luscious and smooth.  No wound, no scar, not one trace of his assault on her.   She sighed, whispered his name. Only a dream, the vampire thought.

Angelus leaned over the soft helpless girl�s body.  He wanted to kiss her as she slept, snuggle against her and forget the bad dreams.

A drop of blood spattered on her cheek as he leaned closer to her.  Angelus felt the slow run of thick liquid on his cheek and covered it with his fingers.  Gently, he cleaned his blood off of Kordelia�s skin with a corner of the sheet.

He sat up and slowly trailed his fingers over the right side of his face.  His cheekbone was not broken, although a twinge of dull pain suggested that it may have been broken and was now healed.  The deep wound was healing under his fingers, slowly closing and fading into smooth, unmarred skin.  The only trace of injury was the coat of blood on the healthy new flesh and the fading dull ache under his skin.

Angelus lay awake beside Kordelia, curiously pondering.  What had happened to them?  And who could answer that question?

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�No!  Not the black tunic!�  Kordelia snapped irritably.  �Bring the green one.�  She felt guilty for raising her voice at the meekly obedient Xiao-Mei.  Kordelia�s anxiety was not her fault.

Angelus was gone.  He had left her sleeping in her bed to wake alone.  Her body, newly experienced and starved for more pleasure, ached in places Kordelia hadn�t imagined were possible.  Of course, she reminded herself, Angelus was not obliged to attend her.  She was not his wife or even a free woman he kept as a lover.  She was just spoils from the Egyptian conquest.  Angelus had the right to do what he wanted, even ignore her.  Tears burned in her eyes and she blinked them away.

She recalled the night�s events with equal parts excitement and shame.  Angelus had completely mastered her, made her feel horribly wonderful things.  She had been eager to please him, became downright wanton for him.  She remembered exploding into ecstasy while seated on him, spilling her own inner wetness on his body.  Delicious hands, fingers, lips, tongues.  His hard chest crushing her breasts when they embraced...

He had roused animal passion in Kordelia and she had responded like an animal.  Then he had left her like a sated animal left its passionate mate.  Kordelia bit her lip and rubbed her aching forehead. It�s even worse than it was before.

Xiao-Mei watched Kordelia carefully.  It was common knowledge in the household that Angelus had taken her to bed last night.  The loud cries and noises throughout the night suggested he�d been unusually active.  Angelus usually dismissed his slaves after pleasing his lusts.  Of course, the Egyptian beauty was a rare prize, incredibly beautiful and passionate.  And she had not been born a slave, Xiao-Mei reflected, it must have been hard for her to surrender herself to Angelus�s gross passions.  The Chinese girl shuddered to think of that demonic man�s brutal enjoyment of the lady�s degradation.

The entire afternoon, Kordelia was nervous and peevish.  She seemed far away at times, withdrawn.  When Xiao-Mei attempted to make love to her, Kordelia waved her away and finished bathing by herself.  No doubt Angelus�s bestial nature had made Kordelia hate sex.

Xiao-Mei found the tunic her mistress wanted, dyed brilliant emerald green, trimmed with an embroidered border of lighter green ivy leaves.  The shoulder brooches to match the tunic were dark green malachite tooled into a leaf shape and set in heavy gold.  Xiao-Mei fastened the brooches, allowing the tunic to drape gracefully over Kordelia�s chest, then she fastened the wide black velvet girdle around Kordelia�s waist.

Kordelia sat at her vanity table, stony-faced and silent, while Xiao-Mei combed her hair with a carved ivory comb until it shone in rippling waves.

�No.�  Kordelia waved her hand imperiously when Xiao-Mei began lifting her tresses to pin it up.  �Leave it down.�

�Yes, Lady,� the slave answered neutrally.  She lifted a long strand of pearls from the table.  �These are lovely on your skin,� she suggested.

�No!�  Kordelia rose from her seat.  �Thank you, Xiao-Mei.�  

Her magnificent hair swirled softly round her like a cape as Kordelia paced about the room a few times.

�For the love of all the Gods where is he? I can�t feel him!�

Xiao-Mei kept her face blankly polite, her heart swelling with pity for the beautiful young woman.  The poor thing was going mad, Angelus�s cruelty must have broken her mind.  She answered slowly, not wishing to agitate Kordelia further.

�The master has gone into the city, Lady, on business matters.�

�But he left me here!� Kordelia stamped her bare foot like an angry child.  �My head hurts so!� she complained.

�I will get cool water and cloths for your head, Lady�� Xiao-Mei began soothingly.

�I need Angelus!� Kordelia shook her head and rubbed her throbbing temples.  She completely missed the Chinese slave�s openly shocked expression. 

Hugging herself with her arms, Kordelia stared out into the garden.  The servants had cleaned up all the food and plate and mess Angelus had made when he�d taken her there.  Tears burned her eyes as a thousand memories of last night assaulted her senses.  His lips, his eyes, his hands...

�He should return today, Lady,� Xiao-Mei kept her voice slow and pleasant, hoping that was the tone most appreciated by the demented.  �The master rarely stays away from home overnight.  The city does not agree with him.�  The slave carefully arranged Kordelia�s accessories on her vanity.  �Is there anything�� Her sweet voice trailed off.

�Please leave me alone,� Kordelia told her in a low voice.  �I want to be by myself.�

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