Title: Releasing the Darkness
Author: Foxhunt2blue
Email: foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com or
Kitsunegari2001@aol.com
Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Wesley/Lila
Improv: Improv #48 superstition, belief, fantasy, suspicion (Aug 3 - Aug 16)
Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a guy named Joss who dreamed
of vampires, monsters and messed up love lives OH MY! Guess what I'm
not him, though I do like to play with his characters on occassion. I make
no money from this & when I am done I will return them to the toybox! ;)

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Releasing the Darkness
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Having been a Watcher he had known that every legend, myth and
fantasy grew from a truth. He was also quite aware that each of 
those truths, no matter how dark or disturbing, often came back to
bite one on the ass.
Lila was that truth for him.
In the heat of the moment all his doubts had been washed away
in a glass of amber. A liquid fire that promised to burn away even
his deepest suspicion that she just wanted to use him. Lila was 
a woman of poise, grace and education, never mind that she was
evil incarnate.
The liquor had made his decision for him.
Drawn back to his apartment by the slim curve of lengthy leg, the
sway of soft rounded hips, his libido went on a wild rampage. 
The door was barely closed behind them when he had slammed
her against the heavy wood. Lila urged him on by the way her
body undulated beneath him as he ripped open her expensive
silk blouse, then tore at the clasp of her skirt, watching as it
fell to the floor. His hands trembled as they slid beneath the pale
creme chemise, feeling warm skin, his fingers playing with
the fragile lace of the matching thong.
Let her use him, he thought, but he would get his two bits from
her. He would show her what it meant to be taken, to be used
as the solution to some dark angry need. A thirst that could
never be quenched.
There was no sound but the desperate panting breaths of to
animals in heat as he shoved the chemise up over her head,
baring the swell of two tanned breasts. His mouth lowered
to one dark nipple as he pinned her wrists to the door, above
her head. 
"...uuhhh...yes...,"
She moaned as he sucked hard, the pebbled flesh hardening
beneath his tongue. A tiny whimper escaped her parted lips
as he bit down, running sharp teeth against the swollen nipple,
then rubbing his chin against it as it slipped from his mouth.
"..wweessssssss...," 
His name was a drawn out moan as he tore the lace from
between her thighs, revealing the neatly trimmed dark curls
at the juncture. Beads of glistening moisture already were
forming along the edge of her slit.
Latching onto her other nipple he bit down as he forced
her legs apart with one well placed knee. As his teeth
scraped her flesh he thrust his hand upward, two fingers
penetrating the tight moist heat of Lila's throbbing sex.
He was glad she had come to him, he thought, his fingers
pumping in and out of her body in angry thrusts. His true
belief was you always got what you ask for in this life
whether you realized it or not. 
Lila squealed as he pressed down on her clit rubbing in
a rough circular pattern as he continued thrusting his
two middle fingers in and out.
"...ye...yee...yeesssssss," her hips ground against his
hand. Her desire to cum only made him angrier.
"NO!" he roared. Releasing her wrists he grabbed her
hair, yanking her towards the bedroom.
Once inside he threw her onto the bed, stripping
off her stockings not caring if they tore. Using the nylons
to bind her wrists to the head of the bed he flipped
Lila onto her stomach. 
"Do you want me Lila?" he hissed beneath his breath.
"Yes."
He was glad that he had left superstition behind him
along with those stuffy old farts in England. He was
reminded of an early lesson in his training.
Evil can be seductive.
The belief that if you fucked evil you were evil reminded
him of the woman moaning beneath him. Oh, well what
the hell, he thought. Dropping his slacks, then boxers he
began to stroke his cock roughly.
He wanted to feel something...anything.
He wanted to know he was alive, that he had the strength
to overcome the darkness that sought him out.
Without any warning he grasp her hips slamming into
her in one swift stroke. She cried out beneath him as
he thrust in wild strokes, one after the other.
"Take that you bloody strumpet!" he screamed.
Suddenly he was cumming inside her. Filling her with
all the anger, the pain and the horror that had taken over
his ever breath.
"Take it bitch!" he hissed.
Beneath him Lila cried out her own need, perspiration
glittering along the length of her tanned back. Smooth
like silk, he decided, as he collapsed on top of her.
They had screwed like bunnies most of the night. Each
orgasm a release for Wesley, but one that was more 
than just of a sexual nature.
Now they were laying in bed side by side. Her incessant
chattering like the drone of a bee.
Without looking from the ceiling, where he had been
staring for the last fifteen minutes, he finally spoke.
"Get out."
The silence seemed eternal.
Whatever she replied was unimportant. He was free of 
the darkness at last, he thought.
THE END