Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S
Summary: This is a severely AU fic. Different versions of Spike and Willow meet.
Distribution: I'd be honored, especially if you told me where it was.
Disclaimer: You should know by now who all this belongs to.
Feedback: Yes, please. Validate me.
Author's Notes: Okay, I'm finally doing it. Posting a story. This is
an experiment I did before I was a Buffy fan. It was/is my first foray
into the naughty World O' Smut. After rediscovering it, I realized just
*who* this story was about. Warning, however. The next part of this story
is at my
house... and I'm at school. I'll get to it as soon as possible... or
I'll just re-write it. Let me know what you think though, if I should even
continue. Mkay. Here's the story.
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~Part: 1~
When the man awoke, he was chained to the bed, naked. Then again, perhaps man was the wrong word. After all, he was more than man- he was vampire. And currently, he was being straddled by a young girl- a mortal. Something he intended to change, as soon as he could be freed. But from the look in the girl's eyes... that wasn't going to be any time soon.
"You never should have trusted yourself to sleep, dear. I am a creature of vengeance, and you will get your just desserts..." She grinned in a fashion that might have been cute, had she not been nude and dangling the keys to his manacles above his head. "And I'll just get dessert."
She tossed the keys across the room, and climbed up his body slowly, rubbing herself against him until she was straddling his navel. She ducked her head and flicked her tongue against his chest, swirling around his nipples.
"You took me from my home," she murmured against his chest, then bit down, hard. He gasped in shock and pain, and his unneeded breathing increased when she raised her head, and he saw the blood dripping from her lips. Suddenly, he began to laugh. If she was this willing as a mortal, he couldn't wait to turn her.
But laughing was the wrong thing to do. She rubbed a hand in his blood, reached behind her, and yanked on his manhood, which stood erect. Using his blood as lubricant, she jacked him off until he was on the brink, then squeezed the base, preventing his orgasm. He whimpered.
"Don't underestimate me, m'lord," she said mockingly, tightening her grip for a brief second, then releasing him. "I'm not finished yet, and I'm not laughing. I haven't thanked you yet." He looked bewildered, until she continued, using her nails to cut his arms as she spoke. "Thank you for breaking into my home." Slash. "Thank you for killing my family." Slash. "Thank you for bringing me here for your pleasure." Slash. "Thanks for everything, bastard." Slash. Slash. Slash. "And now I'm going to show my gratitude." She ran her blood-covered nails softly against his cock. He stiffened further, whether from fear, pain, or pleasure, he wasn't sure. Maybe a combination of them all.
He was hard, so hard it was painful. "You are not going to cum until I give you permission. Should you do so before I tell you to, you're going to regret it." He opened his mouth to speak, but she drew her hand back and hit him across the face, hard. "Don't say a word." She drew her hand back again, but as she brought it down, he turned his face into the attack, fangs bared. His teeth ripped the back of her hand, and she cursed. Then she saw the look on his face, and a slow, wicked smile spread across her face.
"Oh, that's true, isn't it? You haven't drank from me yet." She hummed deep in her throat, creating vibrations that he could feel both in her body and the air around him. He licked the blood from his lips, savoring every drop. She was delicious. There was something in her blood, something purer, something more primal than any he had ever tasted.
"You like?" She said this as if commenting on the weather. She raised her hand above his face, letting a few more drops drip onto and around his lips. He licked each drop hungrily. Abruptly she pulled her hand away. "That's too bad. You see, this is my blood." She brought her hand to her mouth. "All mine." She began to lap at her own blood, and he groaned. She was enjoying the power she had over him too much to punish him. She watched as his eyes never left her mouth. Slowly she began to writhe, as if dancing to some music that he could not hear. She raised her bleeding arm above her, and the sight of blood on her lips nearly drove him mad. "It's too bad, you know. I was going to kiss you, until you made me get cut." He groaned again at the thought of their lips meshing, sharing her blood. She continued to gyrate upon his stomach, letting the blood drip from her hand onto her nude body.
He jerked at his chains, wanting to ravish her, to drink her dry, to take her with him into eternity. But the chains were stronger than he. And his actions made her glorious movements cease.
"Bad, bad, bad..." she murmured, licking her lips slowly. She slid down his body, raising herself over his cock, lowering herself to where her lips just kissed his head, then moving on further, dragging her nails down his chest and thighs. She climbed off of the bed. She walked over to his closet, took out one of his silk robes and slipped it one. It hung past her knees.
His voice surprised him, when he called out to her. It sounded weak, subserviant, lacking all the arrogance he had cultivated for decades. "Stay." She smiled at him- tender or evil, he couldn't say. Slowly she walked over to the bed, covered in her own blood. She leaned over his body, bracing herself on one arm. She leaned close to his face, her lips just brushing his.
"Is there something you wanted?"
"You. Let me loose. Finish what you started."
"Oh dear... what a mess I've created. I must apologize, but I can't. I wouldn't want to ruin my reputation. I *am* a virgin, you see." His jaw dropped in disbelief. She closed it with one hand, and laid a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Are you mine?" she asked gently.
"Forever."
"And you will remain loyal to me always?"
"Eternally."
"You do plan on turning me, don't you?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, that will give us plenty of time, then. I haven't finished your punishment." And, having said that, she walked out of the room, leaving him chained to the bed.
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