Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Willow/Angelus
Summary: Angelus takes advantage of Willow.
Spoiler: Set sometime after Season Three, Season Two Spoilers.
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Willow moaned as she came to, severe pain slicing through her head. Blinking, she tried to open her eyes, her brain foggy and unwilling to operate.
Slowly, her retinas adjusted to the dark room. An overwhelming sense of fear finally gripped her; her breathing quickened, heart pounding as she felt cool hands wrap around her stomach.
"A-Angel?" she questioned, confused. Her arms were tied high above her head with some chain restraints. She had been stripped, and could see and feel a black satin teddy sway and caress her bare skin.
"Angelus" he corrected, his mouth brushing along her ear. Involuntarily, her neck angled away from him, baring her neck. His fingers took advantage of her slip, tracing the marks Angel had left. He stood behind her, body pressed close against her back as his fingertips carressed her flesh rythmically.
She whimpered, writhing to part from his touch, her eyebrows furrowed as she took in the information.
"No…" she whispered, choking up as her eyes filled with tears, a solid lump forming in her throat.
"Yes", he murmured, with more than a hint of smugness in his tone. She shivered as his canines grazed her neck.
He pulled away abruptly, moving to stand in front of her. He gazed at her stricken face, a delighted smile playing on his lips.
"You know, who would have thought the loser had it in him?" he asked, the demon’s grin settling upon Angel’s face.
"No…" Willow repeated, as a sob escaped her lips. Her head drooped, hair covering her face as her body rocked with her tears. "No…"
The demon chuckled, hand reaching forward to tilt her head up to face his.
"Now, now, no need to cry…". His fingertips brushed under her eyes lightly, drawing along her tears.
"I thought you would have been delighted. I mean, you always thought that I didn’t really love you. Now you know for sure that he did… After all, you did give me that one moment’s happiness. Which- by the way- I’d like to thank you for. Who could have known that a new whore could have been so useful?" he continued, pressing closer against her, "And to think I almost killed you before…"
She shook her head, eyes wide in hysterics, sobbing.
"B-But the curse!" she defended, her breath shallow and quick, "I…I restored your soul. No clause!"
He laughed, a hand working it’s way to rest on her hip, squeezing lightly. He shrugged nonchalantly, his head bowed as it placed light kisses along her shoulder, moving down to place his ear by her heart.
"Oh well. You were never much of a witch" he lamented apathetically.
He closed his eyes, satisfied to just listen to the rapid, irregular beating of the girl’s heart. He could hear the blood coursing through her veins, could recall the sweet taste of the innocent liquid.
Without warning he bit down on her breast, fangs pin-pricking two small punctures into her soft skin.
The pleasure was immediate; he felt Willow slump limply, held up only by the restricting chains as he fed. A moan of ecstasy crossed her lips, and he joined her in the sound, revelling the feel of the action without the guilt his counterpart would always feel.
He drank slowly and lightly, without purpose or intent. He wasn’t particularly hungry.
His hand moved down to carress her thigh, drawing circles that raised goosebumps on her pale flesh. Her head arched back, offering a fine view of his lovers gloriously flushed face, closed eyes.
When his fingers finally moved to stroke her, parting her soft folds to explore her growing wetness, she began to shake slightly.
He entered her with two fingers, on the brink himself from the bloodlust as she clamped around the digits; accomadating, stretching.
He inhaled her beatuiful scent. Vanilla, sweat and her own distinct smell of her arousal.
Pumping in and out, he began to drink more heavily from her heaving breasts, supporting her weight in his arms.
Her eyes clenched tightly as she moaned his name, tears trickling down her chin, rolling along her neck until finally meeting his own demonic face.
Adding another finger, he tightened his grip on her.The blood coursed and pounded through his veins until he almost couldn’t stand it.
Itching, Vibrating, Flowing, Boiling….
She
squealed, as she always did, when the orgasm took her. His thumb was insistent
on her twitching clit as he worked his fingers inside her.
His own orgasm hit him suddenly; his head was full of blood, his body, it screamed and a low rumble emnated from his throat, travellling along his body and filling the
Isolated room.
It was like coming, but more- a sort of Vampire orgasm, the intense feeling of being filled with hot, pulsing liquid. Hot. Warm. Severe. Rushing at him at all sides, until it was all he could do not to fall.
It took him minutes to collect himself. Withdrawing his fangs from her ravaged breast, he licked the wounds delicately, comforting her. Supporting her weight solely in one arm, he growled softly again.
A single sob escaped Willow’s lips as she looked at the demon who lived freely now in her lover’s body.
Reaching up, he jerked the chains. They broke cleanly, easily, freeing the redhead from her bondage.
Gathering her up in his arms, he headed to the four poster bed on the other side of the room, settling down with her gracefully on the black silk sheets.
She looked at him with contempt, but her body betrayed her with it’s unmistakable exhausted fullfillment. Breathless, wild, beautiful…
Her hair spread like licking flames on the dark sheets, and he run his fingers through the silky red strands with a twisted sense of accomplishment.
Softly stroking her fatigued body, he watched as her eyes finally closed to give in to sleep. She curled into his arms, and he held her close to him, a satisfied smile settling on his lips.
It would be fun breaking her.
The End