CORRUPTING INNOCENCE (6/?)
Willow heard her gasped words and cringed, "My God...did that sound
as stupid
as I think it did?"
"Pretty awful," Faith said, licking her lips as she stared at the redhead.
"That was definitely a Buffy observation."
"That's what I thought," Willow muttered, making a face. Suddenly, her
eyes
widened. "But, you are. Aren't you? A vampire?"
"Oh yeah," Faith said, leaning against Angelus. "It's great. The power?
You
can't even imagine."
"There have been slayers that have been changed before," Angelus said,
running his hand over Faith's full breast. He saw Willow's eyes daze
slightly
as she watched his hand. Smiling, he moved his hand between Faith's
legs,
finding her wet cunt and sending three fingers easily into it. He heard
her
whimper as her eyes closed and her head fell back. He ran a tongue
over her
neck, his cock pulsing from the aroused yet frightened look in the
redhead's
eyes. "But none have been as strong as my Faith. She's going to put
them all
to shame."
"Deeper," Faith demanded, her hand kneading her breast as she became
lost in
the feel of Angelus' long fingers buried inside her.
Willow shifted on the bed, her wetness beginning to leak rapidly as
she
watched the expression on Faith's face as Angelus pumped his fingers
into
her. Willow felt an ache between her thighs as she heard Faith gasp
in an
obvious orgasm. Willow felt a trickle of sweat between her breasts,
having
remained fixated on the former slayer during the entire scene. She
glanced
down, seeing that to her disgust, her nipples were hard and pressed
against
the fabric of her bra. She knew she was soaking wet, having almost
cum with
no stimulation from just watching and listening to Faith. She should
be
scared for her life, but instead she was just horny as hell. She finally
had
to ask, "Are you going to kill me?"
Faith laughed, moving Angelus' hand to her mouth as she licked her juices
from those long, talented fingers. "Why would we bring you here to
kill you?
I'd have simply snapped that pretty little neck and left you on the
bed for
Bitchy to find if we wanted you dead."
"You might want to torture me before killing me," Willow said in her
defense,
not wanting to appear to have said two stupid things in one night.
"Oh, love, we plan on torturing you all right," Angelus said, moving
towards
the bed. His dark eyes ran over her slim form, seeing the curly red
hairs
pressed against the pale lace of her panties. The juices evident through
the
thin material. His moved past her flat stomach, taking in every detail
from
the cute little belly botton to the scattering of freckles on her stomach
to
her surprisingly full breasts that she kept hidden underneath those
large
baggy sweaters. Almost a perfect size for his hand, and he knew they'd
fit
perfectly in Faith's. Hard nipples that appeared a delicate rose shade
pressed against the white lace of her bra. He looked into her eyes
and saw
the wonder and desire in their depths, realizing that she wanted this.
Wanted
to be taken by both him and Faith. He smiled a dangerous smile, knowing
that
that night she was going to get everything that she wanted and then
some.
"Torturing you with our lips and our tongues and our hands and our
fangs.
Have you ever felt a fang scrap across your clit, Willow? The slight
prickle
of pain forgotten as the pleasure rocks through your body. My sweet
little
virgin, we plan on torturing you until you beg us for more."
"Wait until you feel him, Red. Inside? Stretching you so wide...you
can't
imagine how large he really is until he's inside those tight lips,
going
where no one has ever been before. Going far deeper than your fingers
could
ever get. He's so good at bringing you right to the edge and then stopping,
prolonging the inevitable until you're screaming and demanding him
to fuck
you hard. And he will have you begging, my pretty little pet. We both
will,"
Faith said, moving her fingernails along Willow's long and shapely
leg as she
spoke.
"This is a dream," Willow whispered, "it has to be a dream. Just a dream."
Angelus laughed softly, the husky sound doing wonders to her damp panties.
He
reached out and ran his tongue over her stomach, letting it drift into
her
belly button. He would get her pierced, he decided. Something pretty
and
delicate in silver perhaps. She had such a wonderful stomach, he wanted
people to see what belonged to him. He heard her soft whimper and took
her
flesh into his mouth. He bit down, causing her to arch up in pain as
she
moaned in pleasure. Looking up at her, he smiled. "No, love. You're
not
dreaming."