Who I Am Before I Was Ch. 01
Note:this is not my story i found it and all credit goes to the Author
Summary: Ok. This is around and up to Passion . Jenny is still alive. Buffy and Angelus have continued their relationship without the others knowledge. Well, continued with the sex part anyway.
This story is a little violent, (not in my opinion, but someone else might think so). It contains m/f sex. Oral; anal; bloodplay, etc. This is Angelus and Buffy and all NC-17 – so take it to heart kiddies. If you are under the legal age to read this, leave now or forever hold your piece.
Now for the much anticipated Disclaimer: Not mine. Nor will they ever be. They all belong to the mighty (but clueless), Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the WB, UPN, and everyone else that is not me. I get less than zero dollars for writing this smut.
. . . . . When the Blood Screams . . . . .
He knew she never told them. She couldn’t. The moment they knew, their virgin little minds would never be able to wrap around it. Grasp the need. The hunger. Including, if not especially, her watcher. It would definitely be one for the Watcher Diaries: Slayer has sex – willingly – with vampire. Not just any vampire; the Scourge of Europe.
Unfortunately for this particular Slayer she did not want anyone else but vampires. Or, one in particular. No one else could ever be able to satisfy her. She knew he was no longer her boyfrien., Yet still she craved him like no other. He rained torment down upon her, but still, the longing was always there. She loved the man they used to call Angel. But Buffy Summers lusted after the man they now call – Angelus.
“Slayer,” Angelus called out amidst all the tombstones that aligned the cemetery.
Buffy turned facing the man that flooded her nightmares and invaded her dreams. The man that was the cause of every fantasy and dirty thought she ever conjured. “Angel,” she responded simply, not completely surprised at his presence.
His brows narrowed at the sound of the souls name. He knew she still called him that. Not that she thought they were the same, but it gave her the illusion to dream to herself that she was not betraying her soulmate. Most times Angelus did not care what she called him when they spoke. Though he had made it perfectly clear that when he was inside her, thrusting into her tight heat, she would call him by his real name. His demon’s name. It gave him satisfaction watching her cringe at having to admit it was the demon that was giving her ultimate pleasure. It was the demon that pounded into her and had her screaming in exquisite rhapsody over and over again.
Angelus surveyed the surroundings, “Ah, looks like the little slayer is all by her lonesome tonight. What?” he smirked, “no one wanted to play with you?”
Buffy shrugged, “Better things to do, I guess,” she looked into his eyes. Not eyes that surged with love and devotion. No. These were eyes that swelled with lust and dominance. How many vampires in history could claim – and not be lying about – screwing a Slayer? None. Buffy continued on, “Must we always play these cat and mouse games? You know why I’m here,” she said in a serious tone.
“Ah yes,” Angelus said grinning as he leaned against a nearby headstone. “You are here for a fuck. Or more precisely, my cock. You know, lover, I gotta say, twice a week, not really doing it for me. I think we need to take this to the next level.”
“Sorry,” Buffy quipped, “it’s all I have time for,” it wasn’t the truth. She begged Giles for research and training every day – and night. She needed this man. He was in her system. And keeping herself busy allowed her to attempt to keep all her feelings and desires at bay. Buffy continued on, trying to show her annoyance at actually having to see him, “I kinda have a pretty busy life you know. Is hard to squeeze you in,” she narrowed her eyes.
“Don’t I know. You are pretty tight lover. Not that I mind, of course,” he sneered, “but have you ever thought of using a dildo? Oh,” Angelus put his hand up to his mouth contemplating, “on second thought, scratch that. I think I like being the only thing to ever be inside you. The only thing that will ever be inside you.”
“Not enough you’re the only man? Oops, sorry – demon? Angel was a man.”
Angelus growled low in his throat, “Nope.. Guess not,” he smiled.
“Well,” Buffy began as she twirled a stake in her hand, “back to the reason I’m here. It’s not for a fuck. Word is a few vamps are set to rise tonight. Courtesy of Spike from what I understand.”
“Hmm. Wouldn’t be surprised. He never really did have standards. Would turn a goat if he could. He never did listen to my teachings.”
“Gee,” Buffy said sarcastically, “I wonder why? Anyway, are you going to leave me alone now? I have a job to do. You know, the one I don’t get paid for.”
“Sorry lover. I can’t wait until later on. The only job you need do, is a blow job on me. I’m in need of your services now,” Angelus slowly walked toward Buffy until he stood only a breath away above her. Buffy turned her head upward as he held her chin up with a finger. “My little slayer. So fucking hot I can smell you. Your arousal is intoxicating,” he closed his eyes and took in her natural scent that only rose at the thought of him, “you smell so fucking good.”
Buffy blushed as her eyes went past his to the grave that was being disturbed. “Um…I think…...,” she couldn’t form words as Angelus slipped a hand under her short skirt and massaged her wet curls. She wore no panties. “Angel. . . . . there’s. . . . ,” she closed her eyes.
The new disoriented vampire made his way to the surface. Buffy had long since forgotten him as Angelus continued to stroke her, his eyes closed as well.. The vampire approached the unaware lovers. Just as he was ready to pounce, Angelus pulled his hand away from under Buffy’s skirt and grabbed the stake she still held. Buffy moaned at the loss, “Angel why’d you. . . ,” in a flash Angelus dusted the vamp without even turning around.
Angelus leaned down to capture Buffy’s lips, “Don’t worry about the other two either. They rose before you got here. I took care of them.”
Buffy pulled back, “Why should I honestly believe you?”
“Because. I didn’t want anyone disturbing our night. And I know that had I let the other two go, you would have to go searching for them. Thus, causing our night to end early. I couldn’t have that,” he said smugly.
Buffy looked at him questioningly, then dropped down her guard. She knew he wasn’t. She stared down at the grass. She didn’t want to feel this way. This wasn’t Angel. This wasn’t the man that loved her. But she still loved him. He may only have Angel’s voice and body, but it was all she had left of him. She couldn’t let that go too. She often wondered if Angel would hate her for doing this if he ever knew. Or would he understand? Could he understand?
Buffy continued to stare at the ground when she spoke, “All day I’ve been thinking about this. About you……,” she trailed off.
Angelus watched her inner struggle. Watched as her chest heaved with each breath she took. It picked up its pace, triggering his thoughts about how more aroused she was becoming with every breath. “What have you been thinking about my little slut?” he said softly.
Buffy raised her eyes to his, “I’ve been thinking about………about you fucking me hard. Making me scream. Never letting me go.”
“I never will let you go,” Angelus said as he came up to her, pushing her up against a tree. “So, hard you want it, slayer? Hard you’re gonna get it. Every part of you will scream out my name before I’m done with you,” Angelus stared into her eyes, “understand this slayer: I am not, nor will I ever make love to you. We fuck. I make it good for you. You make it good for me. That’s all this is about. Got it?” It was a lie. Angelus knew it. He only hoped Buffy never would realize the ugly truth. Or, the ugly truth as he saw it.
“Yes, what?” he said leaning into her.
Angelus smiled in appreciation of her submissiveness. He lightly traced a finger along her face and down her neck. Once he reached her throat, he opened his hand and wrapped it around her throat. The grip was tight enough that Buffy had to grasp a moment, but not tight enough to completely cut off her airway. As Angelus gripped her throat tightly, the smirk disappeared off his face as he arched in and slowly nipped her lips. Sliding his tongue over her lips to silently tell her to open her mouth. Buffy complied as Angelus slipped his tongue inside her. The kiss started of slowly, as if they were two high-schoolers on their first date, then gradually picked up speed to the level only Buffy and Angelus knew.
Angelus thrusted his body into hers. Pressing his clothed erection into her stomach. He kissed her more forcibly as his hand still gripped her throat. Buffy’s arms flew around him and pushed him into her. In that moment, Angelus tore his hand away from her throat and ripped open her top and tugged on her bra as it to, gave way to his ministrations. He flung the items to the side on the ground, carefully making quick work of her skirt. His hand returned to her throat as he stared into her eyes, “Who am I, Buff?”
Buffy closed her eyes, “Angelus.”
“Good. Now, say it with your eyes open.”
Buffy slowly opened her eyes and whispered, “Angelus.”
A rush of arrogance flowed through Angelus as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his long, slick penis, not even sliding his pants down. Buffy looked at him questioningly. He merely smiled wickedly, “I know you find comfort in touching this body when we fuck. Feeling my skin beneath your fingertips. So I’m not going to undress. It’s merely a formality anyhow,” he said smugly as he glanced down at his throbbing cock, “well, look’s like I’m ready for you.” Buffy’s eyes followed his as she stared at his cock. At Angelus’ words, she looked up at him, “Now, let’s hope you’re reading for me.”
Angelus grabbed her upper arms and thrust her against the tree, impaling her on his pulsing dick in one long motion. Angelus groaned as Buffy cried out in pain at the invasion.
“Oh, fuck,” she cried out as she gripped his long coat with her tiny fingers. Angelus didn’t move, allowing her to once again grow accustom to his girth.
“That’s right, Buff,” he said at her former statement, “we are fucking,” Angelus slowly moved inside her. He would never admit it, but he didn’t want to hurt her. Partly, because if he did, she wouldn’t find pleasure in their affair. And if she didn’t find pleasure in these acts, she would never crave him and hate herself for doing so. But he also never wanted to do her harm. As unfortunate as it was, there was still a part of him that loved this girl. And it was more than just he’s penis. Whether there was still a piece of Angel inside him that refused to let her go, causing this sickening emotion, or whether it was he himself that loved this girl. He did not know. Nor did he spend too much time racking his brain over it.
Angelus picked up the pace of his thrusting as Buffy tried to keep up. He gripped her hips tightly and held her close as he fell with her to the ground.
“Tell me. Tell me you love it, Buff,” he said slamming into her with bruising force.
“I love ………ah God….I love it……………...Angelus.”
A smile crossed over his features as he continued his movements, “Do you want to come my little Slayer? Do you want me to fuck you into the ground? Tell me, my love,” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes!” she cried out tugging at his shirt.
“You want my flesh, don’t you? You want to feel my skin on yours?” It wasn’t a question. The answer had always been quite clear.
“Yes, Angelus……….please,” Buffy cried.
“Fine,” he pulled out of her hot snatch and moved his way up her body so that he straddled her chest. His cock was hard and glistening from their combined juices in front of her face. “What would your little friends think of this? The Slayer stark naked about to give head to a vampire?” Angelus glanced up, then looked back down at her face, “in a cemetery no less.”
Buffy glared up at him, “Fuck you,” she said bluntly.
“No,” he said smiling down at his hard member as it bounced in front of her face. His expression suddenly became serious, “Fuck it, Buff,” he grabbed her head and pulled her up so she was face to face with his cock. No more encouragement was needed as she stuck out her tongue and took one long languid lick up his shaft. Angelus growled, “Fuck, yes.” His growl only goaded her on as she took his entire member in her mouth, careful not to gag as she swirled her tongue around it. Keeping a hold on her head with both hands, he thrusted inside her willing mouth. “Oh, fuck………..damn Buff, you’ve gotten so goddamn good at this,” he shouted, “you are the best fuck ever……..I’m gonna come, Buffy. I’m gonna come all over your mouth and face……….Oh, yes…………do you want me to do that? Huh…………”
Buffy couldn’t respond, not with a huge nine-incher stuck down her throat. She merely grabbed his dick with both her tiny hands and thrusted him at her own pace.
Angelus repositioned himself so that he stretched flat above her while he supported himself with his hands in the grass. Buffy took her hands away so that he could fuck her mouth, “Oh, yes, baby………fuck it……….,” he said through clenched teeth as he pushed in and out of her mouth.
Buffy could only groan as she brought her hand to the juncture between her thighs. She started stroking and pinching her clit. Her moans grew louder as she entered two digits into her dripping core. It was no comparison to what was there only moments before, but it would have to do.
Angelus groaned as he went back to his original position straddling her chest. He pushed her hand away from her center, “Mine,” he growled, as if she wasn’t even allowed to get herself off. He pulled out of her mouth, “Do you want my come, Buff?” he said as he pumped his shaft.
“Yes,” she moaned, “I want it.”
Angelus smiled as he pumped harder, “Oh…….fuck yes…..I’m gonna come Buff,” Angelus growled as he came hard into her mouth and around her face, spilling his seed onto her supple breasts. “Fuck, baby,” he slumped forward, burying his wet crotch in her face.
The humiliation of that final act caused Buffy to push him off her, “Get off.”
Angelus smirked beside her as he rested on his side, “I just did.”
“You’re a real bastard, you know that?”
“Ah, come on Buffy. Don’t worry. I’m never one to leave a woman unsatisfied. I’ll be back up momentarily for another round. But I guess I could do a little something for you.”
Angelus cuddled closer to her, his eyes remaining on hers as his left hand crept down to her dripping pussy. The moment his hand glazed her sensitive clit on its way to her core, Buffy arched into him, “Oh, God.”
“No, my sweet. Not God. He would never bring you the pleasure I do.”
Angelus stroked her as their eyes remained fixed on each other. “Why...,” Buffy started, “why did you pull …ah…..yes…,” Buffy ground herself into his hand as he slid two fingers, then three, inside her hot channel, massaging her clit with his thumb, “my hand…..you pulled my hand….”
Angelus smiled at her lack of being able to even form a complete sentence at his ministrations. “Why did I pull your hand away from being able to finger yourself?” she nodded, “because every part of you belongs to me. You are mine, and your body will know it,” he grinned, “well, I suppose it already does know it, doesn’t it? Or you wouldn’t be here with me right now?”
Buffy gripped his shirt as her climax approached. Angelus cruelly pulled his finger out of her. Buffy began to protest until he leaned into her, “Shh, my darling,” he brought his fingers up to her lips, “taste yourself. Taste the juices that only flow for me. Go on,” he encouraged, “I promise you’ll love it. Taste yourself on my fingers.”
Buffy reluctantly opened her mouth to allow him to slip his fingers inside. He did not move., only kept his stare as his face became unreadable. Buffy knew what he wanted. She was to do this on her own. She took hold of his fingers in her tiny hand, and slowly licked from palm to fingernail. Taking each digit in her mouth and cleaning it thoroughly as a smile crept across his face. “Taste’s good, doesn’t it?” Now you know how you taste to me. So delectable. A truly fine dish.”
Buffy had closed her eyes, paying attention to his fingers the way she would his cock. It tasted bitter and tangy. At first she wasn’t sure if she did like it. After moments of realizing she could only taste this way because he made her taste this way, she began to enjoy it. It suddenly became a naughty thing to do that she would only do with him. At his voice, Buffy opened her eyes once more, then retracted his fingers from her mouth and nodded.. “It tastes….”her lips turned into a mischievous grin, “bad……,” she said with a gleam in her eyes that made Angelus proud.
“I will permit you to finger yourself when you’re alone. So long as you imagine your fingers are mine as they stretch inside of you, feeling the warmth of your pussy and mouth. And when you come, you are to stick those exquisite fingers of yours, in your mouth. You are to clean each one thoroughly as you just did mine. Doing it in the same manor,” Buffy nodded, “and Buffy,” Angelus said sternly, “you will suck your fingers clean. Never wash them until you have tasted yourself. Understand?”
“Good girl. Now, would you like me to make you come on my face?”
“Yes, Angelus,” she repeated. He smirked and leaned down taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, biting down, then doing the same to its twin. Each time causing a shriek of pleasure to escape his lovers mouth.
Angelus looked up at Buffy after he finished his assault on her breasts. “Didn’t want them to feel neglected. I’ll be having a little fun with them later on,” he flicked her nipple with his tongue once more, then made quick work of finding her hot, dripping core. No longer dealing with butterfly kisses on her stomach or nuzzling her abdomen. With his tongue thick and wet he glided it up her snatch, from her anus to clit.
“Oh, fuck,” Buffy screamed as her hands fell to the back of his head, holding him in place. Angelus lapped up all her juices. He stretched his tongue out as far as it would go, then tightened the muscles as he dove into her channel as it glistened in the moons light. He brought his right hand up to massage her clit while he thrusted his tongue inside her. He reached under her bottom with his left hand and pulled her closer. He slowly used his index finger to massage her puckered anus. Buffy groaned into him, arching up so that he was buried within her wet curls.
“Oh yes, Angelus…my ass…use your fingers,” the moment she said it, Buffy was ashamed. She had just asked him to fuck her in the ass with his fingers. Good girls didn’t do that sort of thing. Of course, good girls didn’t fuck the soulless version of their former boyfriend in a cemetery either. But the very idea of Angelus pushing inside her virgin ass, turned her on to extremes.
Angelus looked up from her sopping curls, “My baby wants it in the ass, does she?”
“Yes,” she called again.. She just couldn’t help herself
“Well, I thought I’d have to wait longer to introduce you to that, but you being willing isn’t all bad either,” he entered three digits into her aching cunt and used his teeth on her tiny nub. Gently biting as his left index finger entered her tight back passage. He stroked inside her anus as Buffy began to writhe on the ground, tearing the grass from its comfortable roots. Wave after wave of sheer ecstasy shuddered through her body. The final orgasm came as Angelus bit hard on her clit while thrusting his fingers savagely in each of her passages.
“Oh, fuck…..God…yes Angelus…oh Yessss!” Angelus was pleased. That scream probably woke up most of the residents of the cemetery. Not just the ones who were killed only to rise again. Angelus pulled his fingers from her body, causing a gasp to escape her. Buffy was completely sated. She couldn’t move. Her eyes were shut. Her mouth hung open.
finger entered her tight back passage. He stroked inside her anus as Buffy began to writhe on the ground, tearing the grass from its comfortable roots. Wave after wave of sheer ecstasy shuddered through her body. The final orgasm came as Angelus bit hard on her clit while thrusting his fingers savagely in each of her passages.
“Oh, fuck…..God…yes Angelus…oh Yessss!” Angelus was pleased. That scream probably woke up most of the residents of the cemetery. Not just the ones who were killed only to rise again. Angelus pulled his fingers from her body, causing a gasp to escape her. Buffy was completely sated. She couldn’t move. Her eyes were shut. Her mouth hung open.
Angelus took the brief intermission to pull his pants and boxers all the way down and off. His cock stood tall and firm as he threw his jacket off as well, leaving him clad only in his maroon silk shirt. Buffy began to slowly be aware of his intentions to fuck her again. Angelus grabbed her arms and pulled her up to his chest, forcefully kissing her. His tongue sought hers. Tangling and dueling with hers as he held her tight against his body.
Buffy kissed back, meeting him with the same bruising force. Her lips were certain to be swollen after tonight. Buffy’s need to breath began to overwhelm her as she struggled to pull away from him. Angelus quickly flipped her around so that she lay face down beneath him on the grass.
“Angelus, please. I can’t do anymore,” she pleaded, “I’m sore.”
“Oh, but you will, my love. You’ll take all I have to give, and you’ll love every minute of it,” Angelus reached under her, feeling her wetness still coat her center and down her thighs. After his fingers were soaked, he brought them around and inserted a finger in her anus. Buffy groaned and lifted her ass higher, to give him better access, “Oh, my little Slayer does in deed love it in the ass. Just think,” he leaned into her until his mouth brushed her ear, “I get to take your virginity all over again.”
Despite being aroused at the thought of him fucking her in the ass, the words he spoke stung her. Without thinking she responded, “I didn’t give you my virginity. I gave it to Angel. And as you keep reminding me, you two aren’t the same person.”
Angel growled and leaned against his heels. Just as he did, a large smack crossed Buffy’s ass. “Ow! Fuck!” she screamed.
In a low, dark and serious tone, he shot back, “Don’t ever speak to me that way again. What Angel took gently,” his penis started to probe her puckered entrance as he leaned in once more, with a smirk, “I’ll take by force,” with the final word, Angelus reared into Buffy, causing a cry of pain to shout out her throat. He had pushed all the way in and just stopped moving.
Buffy’s cry gave way to small whimpers as she gripped the grass tightly beneath her, “Please, Angelus.”
“Please what?” he asked coldly as he tried to hold back his groan of pleasure at being inside her once more.
“I can’t……….it hurts,” she managed to get out.
“Yes, baby. And you are exquisite when you’re in pain.”
“Pleas stop,” she pleaded.
“But I have,” he quickly responded with a grin.
“Get your fucking cock out of me!” she screamed over her shoulder.
An eyebrow arched as Angelus taunted, “That one’ll cost you,” and with that he pulled out and pushed back in roughly. Another cry escaped Buffy’s lips, but only moans came from Angelus. “Tell me Buff. Tell me you’re sorry, and I promise to make it better.”
“Liar,” Buffy sobbed. His eyebrow arching once more, Angelus pulled out, leaving only the head of his penis inside her. Before he could have a chance to thrust back in, Buffy cried out, “I’m sorry! God, I’m sorry.”
Buffy tried to think back. Even though it was only moments before, through all the pain, it was difficult to find what she was searching for. She couldn’t remember why she needed to apologize. “I’m…….I’m sorry for mentioning Angel,” it was easy enough to figure out. Most times he was angry was usually because she had mentioned his name., which occasionally made her wonder how insecure Angelus really must be.
“Good. Now, what else?” Keeping up this game of twenty-one questions was starting to take its toll on him. He needed to thrust back inside her again. And this time, not stop until his come leaked out of her ass.
“I don’t remember. Please Angelus. I am sorry.”
“Remember this my little whore: just because he and I are not the same inside, we are on the outside. Except clothes-wise. I know that you prefer my sense of style to his,” he taunted, “but his face is my face. His chest you love pressed against you, is my chest. And his cock, most definitely his cock, is my cock. So you see, Buff, we both took your virgin pussy that night. Just think – it was kinda like a threesome,” Angelus mocked. Buffy didn’t respond, but he knew there was something on her mind. “Tell me. Say it, Buff. What are you thinking?” She shook her head. Angelus thought a moment, then rubbed her ass where he had smacked her. “I promise I won’t hurt you if you tell me. Even if it is about him.”
Buffy slowly lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at him. Angelus nodded in assurance. Buffy opened her mouth slowly, “If you both took my virginity, then w-wouldn’t,” she began to stutter, not sure why she was even telling him this, “w-wouldn’t he still be inside you to take this part of me?”
Angelus stopped rubbing her ass and looked around the cemetery as if to ponder his response. Buffy wasn’t sure if he was looking for something, or contemplating his answer. “Well, no,” he finally answered, “I was still inside of him because he was still a demon. Just had that pesky soul. A demon is a demon, Buff. When his soul flew the coop, he’s just a plain ol’ demon. Well,” he chuckled, “not a plain ‘ol demon. Me,” he stated with a show of pride. “Good question though. It’ll clear up anything else you want to say, I’m sure.”
Buffy’s head once again fell to the ground. The pain in her heart rising far beyond the pain Angelus had inflicted upon her.
Angelus, getting anxious and one the verge of blue-balls, took some pity on the girl. He would never admit it, but he cared for her. Maybe even loved her, if that was possible. He stole another glance around them, making sure no one would see or hear him, “It isn’t your fault, you know. You love me because you love me. You loved Angel, and your body got used to that. Needs it even. It won’t give up the feeling of me being inside you. My cock is still his. Your blood is mine, just as it was his. When you walk down the street and sense me, it is your blood that knows I’m there. Maybe not me specifically. Either way it has always done it, has it not? Your blood senses your mate is near. It craves me as it did him. It screams for me Buffy. Just as mine does for you. Thanks to fruity soul-boy, anyway,” he muttered under his breath. “And Buff, when the blood screams….you can’t ignore it. It is everything you are,” Angelus finished. He couldn’t take much more of this sappy crap. He could tell though, it had made a difference. He could feel her loosen up around his shaft, no longer trying to fight him. Angelus knew that none of this bond crap was any more her fault than it was his. What Angel had felt for this girl, caused Angelus to have the same bond with her. It was just that powerful. He was a part of her, as much as she, him. Even past her death, he would love her. He knew it. He didn’t like it, but would have to make the best of it. And if that meant fucking her like crazy, he’d have no problem with that either. Because, he had to admit to himself, she really was the best fuck of his life. Or, unlife, as it were.
Angelus leaned over her, causing a moan to escape both their mouth as he shifted inside of her. He whispered in her ear, “If it pleases you, you may think of him while I fuck you in the ass. Only this once, of course,” Buffy opened her eyes in astonishment. This was huge, and something that would probably never be repeated. A vague resemblance of a smile crossed over her features. “But,” he began once again, “when its time for you to come, my name will still be on your lips, regardless of who is on your mind. Understand?”
Buffy nodded, “Yes.”
He sighed, “What?”
“How have you been able to stand not thrusting, even though you’re inside me?”
Angelus laughed, causing ripples to spark through Buffy’s body, “Buff babe, I have no fucking idea. And I sure as hell can’t wait any longer.”
“Me neither,” Buffy moaned, “I always wanted to do this with Angel. Its so……bad.”
“Well, then,” Angelus pulled himself all the way out of her, causing each participant to groan, “Relax. For once, I’m going to go easy on you. And for the record, he wanted very much to do this with you., but thought you too chaste. He thought you would be disgusted with him if you knew some of the things he wanted to do with your body. Now, enough about him.”
Angelus leaned down and began kissing her sore bottom. A hand crept under her and brought some wetness from her pussy up to her rectum. Attempting to make it nice and slippery. His other hand began stroking his cock. He quickly stopped the activity on his cock, realizing one or two more strokes and he’d be done. He used his hand to part the globes of her ass as he stuck his tongue out and circled her anus with it.
Buffy groaned and raised her ass higher in the air, “More, Angel……”
Angelus furrowed his brows at the name, but continued. He glistened her opening with his tongue and used it to slowly probe inside her. He wanted her to be fully ready for him this time.
Angelus continued rimming her, “Oh…fuck yesssss…Angel……I need you now……I’m ready….,” she panted.
Angelus grinned and knelt on his knees. He brought a hand beneath her again and slowly slipped two fingers into her hot core. Buffy groaned and began to grind against them. He pulled his fingers out and reached around to her mouth, “Suck them,” his voice husky with lust.
Buffy willingly complied, taking his fingers in her mouth, “So wet. I’m always so wet. And……” she took another lick, “and gooooooood” she coed.
“Yes you are baby,” he retracted his fingers from her and used both hands to open her cheeks apart once more. He slowly pushed the head of his cock inside her. Feeling her tense slightly at the new intrusion, he rubbed her cheeks slowly, “Just relax baby. It’ll hurt less,” he said as he positioned himself further inside of her waiting depths.
“Oh, God.” Buffy called out.
“Buffy,” Angelus sang to her cautiously, “behave. I said only one other man’s name can come from your lips. And God isn’t it.”
“Harder Angel, Please, all the way in.”
“Remember, you said it,” Angelus thrusted forward, embedding himself completely inside of her. This time only waiting a few moments for her to get accustom to his girth before pumping wildly inside of her. “Oh, fuck, Buff…..I want to feel you around me for eternity,” he said pumping wildly inside of her.
Buffy screamed in pleasure, “Oh yes, forever Angel. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“Baby likes it in the ass, doesn’t she.? Daddy found something you like, didn’t he?” Angelus said thinking about what Angel was missing out on. Had his former self known she loved it up the ass, it would have made him glow with happiness.
“Yes, Angelus,” she sighed, “yes.”
Angelus’ face lit up. She called his name, and wasn’t even coming yet. She didn’t even notice since she kept calling it. His pace quickened at his realization that he finally would have this girl. Not because she held on to the memory of Angel. But because she wanted Angelus.
“Fuck, Buffy. Your ass is so tight,” in a moment Angelus ripped off his shirt and gathered his sweet lover in his arms, making sure that she was pressed firmly against his chest. Angelus reached around and began to pinch and stroke her clit.
“Yes, Angelus, I’m coming. I’m coming,” she shouted.
He continued his vigorous thrusting, “I’m going to make you come so hard Slayer.”
With a final pinch, Buffy screamed in pleasure as tremors rocketed throughout her body, “Yesss, Angelusss,” she gripped his arms brutally, finally reveling in the comfort of his skin on hers. Angelus continued to pump inside her body still shook with aftershocks. Tilting her head, she whispered, “Bite me, Angelus. Drink.”
Without a hesitant moment, he punctured her soft skin. Drinking her warm blood. Savoring the thick taste as it flowed into his mouth, caressing his throat on the way down with the sweet flavor that was uniquely Buffy. With a loud holler, Angelus emptied his seed inside her, triggering another orgasm in her. They screamed each others name, clutching each other tightly as Angelus pulled his fangs from her neck as they both fell to the ground.
Angelus, aware of his weight, rolled off her and stared at her until her eyes fluttered open. “What?” she asked, barely having the breath to form words.
“I don’t ever want you to change.”
Buffy arched an eyebrow, “I think that’s kind of inevitable,” Buffy looked around at her discarded and tattered clothing, “Oh God, how am I going to get home. You tore all my clothes.”
“Wear my coat. It’s long enough to cover you completely,” he stated simply as he rolled onto his back, staring up at the stars.
Buffy grabbed his coat and wrapped it around herself. She gathered her clothing from the ground, “Whoa. My legs are a little wobbly,” she smiled at him, the sweat still glistening off her flushed face,
Angelus loved how she looked at that moment. It was then that he realized that he could never let this girl go. Not even if she died, which, the very thought caused a growl to escape his throat. Buffy turned to head home as her lover called back to her, “What? No goodbye, Buff? I’m hurt.”
She glanced over her shoulder, “You’ve never said it after you’ve fucked me. Why start now?”
Angelus shrugged and muttered under his breath, “Thought it be nice,” then raised his voice so that she could hear, “See you in two days?”
“I’ll try,” Buffy turned around to look at him, “but I can’t keep doing this. I’m supposed to kill you. If anyone ever knew……” she trailed off, “I can’t keep doing this. You’re a bad habit that I have to kick,” she said turning around and heading for home, “One of us is going to have to die,” she mumbled to herself.
Angelus heard her last remark as he grabbed his clothes and began dressing himself, softly saying, “Well, you’re a bad habit as well, my darling. But I refuse to kick you. So I guess you’re right,” he said standing watching her disappearing form, “one of us is going to have to die.”
In that moment Angelus sensed something behind him and turned around, “Spike,” he said plainly, not surprised to see him.
“Oh, man. This place reeks of something. And it ain’t the dead. Have you and the pet been going at it again? It smells like a bloody brothel. How’s a man supposed to feed when all he smells is flippin’ sex in the air. Can’t bloody well feed when you got a hard-on poking into the stomach of your meal.”
Angelus smirked at his grande-childe, “C’mon, let’s go.” They continued their walk through the cemetery, Angelus spoke, “By the way, where are the kiddies? They should be awake by now.”
“I just checked on ‘em. The ground hasn’t been disturbed on two graves, so I’m guessin’ their still fast asleep. Lazy, I guess. Better for us, cause I could tell your bloody Slayer dusted the third.”
“Yeah, I know. She showed up early,” Angelus smiled, “Doesn’t matter. Cause Spike, my boy, I have a feeling life is about to get very interesting.”