Author's E-mail: wicca@01019freenet.de or purewicca@lycos.de
Pairing: Willow & Angel & Spike and ?
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: They`re not Mine *cry* , coz if, they would talk german *bg*
Distribution: my site wacky witch willow ( www.purewicca.com ) others please tell me.
Summary: It can only happen in the half light of……
Author's Note1: This is a fic from my Hormones ! The Idea is stolen, but don`t ask me from which person…..*wink at JK *.
Author`s Note2 : Thanks for helping, sweet Mel.
Feedback: I will not beg…I`m a strong person… I don`t need to beg…..ok I do …pleaseee ! If I don`t get feedback …..*uäh*
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Willow reached over and pressed the button on the clock radio next to the bed. She couldn't help smiling to herself as she rolled over She closed her eyes against the softness of the pillow in the half light of early morning. She loved this time of the day. This was a special time for dreams that she could direct. They were dreams where she could let her imagination run free in a state of half awake, half asleep. It was a time when she could be the person she wanted.
As she drifted in her dream, she imagined herself in a hazy room. The green silk of her floor length nightgown was very soft against her skin. Nothing was distinct. The lights were soft, the furniture was soft, the colors were soft and the walls faded in the distance. It was like viewing the world through a soft focus filter. She could make out two forms approaching her. A little thrill of expectation ran thru her body like a tingle of electricity. She knew where she was taking this dream. It was one of her favorites.
She watched as the hazy forms drew closer. She recognized one of the forms as Spike who, in the real world now lay sleeping quietly in his crypt. The other form was the angel faced, tall man who would never be hers, but all this was part of Willows erotic imagination. She could see that they wore nothing as they approached her.
Then she imagined their strong hands reaching out to caress her body. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensations as strong hands firmly held her and worked gracefully and deliberately at the line of small buttons down the front of her nightgown. Soon it fell away and immediately disappeared in the haze at her feet. One hand cupped a breast, kneading and lightly playing with the stiffening nipple. A second hand slowly ran down her the curve of her spine and firmly grasped one well rounded cheek. She responded by giving a lewd little squeeze to the fingers that casually rested well within her crack. A mouth found the little electric spot on her shoulder that connected directly to another spot about four inches below her navel and deep within her. She welcomed the little current that coursed through her body. A third hand massaged her high on the inside of her thigh. Willow parted her legs a bit to make more room for the exploring hands and fingers as another cool mouth began to nibble on her ear lobe.
Without premeditation, her own hands reached, palms out, and gently grasped a quickening maleness in each. She loved the feel and heft of the soft cool skin sacks.. Her reward was the sound of two sets of masculine lungs inhaling deeply in unison. She encircled one of the harden- ing male members with her fingers, gently sliding her hand up the length of it and then down again ... a gentle but,fangless but firm bite on her neck and an growling in her ear was her answer.
Experimentally, she softly ran her short fingernails up the tender, sensitive underside of the other rapidly hardening cock. It jerked and the casual fingers probing the crack between her cheeks moved lower. They probed deeper and more firmly. She heard a deep throaty groan.
Willow giggled. She couldn't suppress the giddy thought there might be some kind of a secret code. Maybe, with a little bit of patience and practice, she could decipher it. "If I do this," she mused to herself, " ... he does that." The idea that she might be able to elicit whatever responses she wanted merely by manipulating these two appealed to her sense of humor. Single string vampire marionettes! What a concept!
Then the hands began to press her onto a black silk covered Bed that had materialized behind her. Bindings appeared from nowhere and she was first held and then tied in place. Her wrists were bound. Her feet were spred wide and fastened securely. Willow offered no resistance. In this position her body and sex were completely exposed and she was helplessly unable to either cover herself or touch herself. Immobile, she could only watch. If she became the object of attention, she could only succumb. She always imagined it would be this way.
The form that was Spike placed a stool where Willow could easily see. He sat on it and in full view, he smiled at her. He began to stroke his erection as Angel`s form took his place on the floor at the foot of the bed. He positioned himself between Willow's parted legs and began to stroke her inner thighs, slowly working his way to more and more sensitive areas where her thighs came together. Willow basked in the delightful teasing, deliberately tensing and relaxing of the muscles within her pelvis. She felt herself becoming more and more aroused by the teasing fingers and hands. She felt fingers delicately circling and probing the folds of her pouting pussy lips. They gently played with her clit making her squirm in little waves of pleasure. Fingers opened and entered her, spreading her delicious lubrication to her throbbing love button. All the while he expertly kneaded and massaged her.
The highly personal 'examination' of her vulnerable pussy seemed to go on forever. Willow felt herself becoming more and more excited. Her mind raced. Her lascivious nature painted lewdly erotic images and sensations in her imagina-tion. She strained at the bindings. She wanted to spread her legs 'til they ached. She wanted to open herself completely to these fingers. She wanted to take them deep inside her. In her minds eye, she could see and feel herself thrillingly impaled on this hand. She wanted to feel it deep inside her, filling her as she wildly fucked and fucked and fucked it.
Then she felt the cold sensation of breath as Angels moved closer, tonguing and toying with her now throbbing clitoris. He eagerly licked and penetrated her with deep, wet kisses. She squirmed as she felt the little tickle of her own musky juices moving down the crack of her ass. Her hips began to grind and thrust uncontrollably against the illusive tongue. She felt the urge to grasp his head with her hands and press it hard against her hungry sex. She could make it happen, it was her dream after all but, she fought the feeling. There was something delightfully exciting about being helplessly "done to" like this. She basked in the rush of feelings and the sense that she was not responsible for anything. All she needed to do was to luxuriate in the sensations as they overtook her. She loved her delightfully naughty position and what the two were doing to her body.
Turning his attentions from her now wet and burning hole, Angel stood and moved behind Spike. Reaching around him from behind, he replaced Spike's massaging hand with his own, slowly stroking the length of the distended shaft. Spike groaned as the familiar fingers glided over his hard, erect flesh. The effect on Willow was electric. Involuntarily, she inhaled and moistened her lips with her tongue at the sight. Her attention was riveted on the sights and the cool air on the wetness between her legs. Nothing else existed for her but Spikes hard cock, Angels hands, their lovely faces and her own longing pussy.
The stool de-materialized and Willow watched as the forms Of the two vampires floated closer to her. The hand on Spike's cock guided it closer and closer to her pussy. Then she felt the first touch of the swollen purple head against her starved cunt. With very little pressure the cock slid easily and deeply into her. Her hips undulated in unison with his penetrating thrusts. Her wetness flowed within her as the cock slid firmly in and out of her hungry hole again and again.
When Spike withdrew, his cock glistened and sparkled with the slickness of her juices. He moved to the side of the bed and leaned over her. Angels form took a place on the other side of the bed. He bent to take Spikes wet member in his hands and greedily licked Willows lubrication from the hardened shaft. They were very close and she could smell her own musk mixed with their masculine scents. The image of Spikes hard one being massaged by male hands, no Angels hands, sucked by his mouth sent erotic shivers through her entire body. It was a fantasy she longed to make real. The vampires moved in slow motion. It was a delectably lewd and deliberatly erotic display just for Willows pleasure.
It became clear that Spike was getting close to bursting so, the two vampires traded roles. Now Spike was sucking vigorously.. Angel gasped and groaned, thrusting his hips in counterpoint to Spikes movements. As Spike withdrew, Willow could see the first clear, sparkling droplets of pre-cum forming at the little hole at the end of the engorged shaft. As he now masturbated with one hand, he massaged the hanging sack at the base of his bursting member with the other. She could tell that he was on the verge of cumming violently on her belly. As she watched, she realized that she was holding her breath in anticipation. A soul wrenching moan cut the air as the first creamy streams of hot, sticky cum shot out across her body. Willow exhaled. His cum beaded on her hot skin. The succes- sive pumping spurts of the cold, milky fluid began to discipate. Spike began to rub the oozes of cum on her belly down and between her legs, working it and his fingers deep into her open and waiting cunt. Massaging her sex, he paid particular attention to the secret little places he knew so well.
Not to be left behind, Angel brought himself to the brink as well. Soon he sprayed his own creamy load of cum into the earthy mixture of juices between Willows legs. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt four strong, cum slick hands massaging and penetrating the soft, wet, recesses of her very willing pussy. The tension inside her was becoming unbear- able. Her hips bucked and twisted in her mounting eagerness as she strained to push herself the last little way to ecstacy. The naked forms pressed against her trembling flesh, grasping and biting and licking everywhere at once, writhing with her, engulfing her and sharing in her wanton lust. Willow could feel herself teetering over the edge and into the abyse. Panting frantically and lost in her dream, she breathlessly allowed the sensations to overwhelm her. The ghost like figures seemed to be humming as they melted away into her body.
Back in the real world, the snooze alarm sounded again. Tara was fully awake and reached over to tap it before she registered on Willows consciousness. She could feel the gentle rocking of the bed and it told her that Willow was dreaming her morning dreams again. Tara loved these hot, steamy mornings. She never asked Willow, what it was that made her so hot and moist. Tara smiled to herself as she slowly rolled the light summer blanket down toward the foot of the bed, exposing Willow`s nude body. She was lying on her tummy in a light sheen of pres- piration. Her legs were apart. She was rocking her hips against the bed and breathing hard in a way that always turned Tara on. She knew Willow was on the verge of cumming. It was a delicious sight and she knew the day would start with ours of love making.
She adjusted her position for a fuller view of Willows moist pussy as it rocked back and forth, rubbing against the mattress. Leaning on one elbow, she began to fondle Willows soft, yielding inner thighs and wet, open pussy lips with her other hand.
"Goddess," she thought to herself, "... can't think of any reason why I shouldn't enjoy her dreams, too!"
With a mischiveous grin, her fingers found their way easily inside Willow's pouting lips.
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