Title: A Devil's Wil l Author: Meghan Email: meghanreviews@hotmail.com Pairing: Angelus/Buffy Rating: NC17 Summary: PWP!

What Angelus wants, Angelus gets. ***** Angelus donned on his leather pants and left the mansion, intent on searching out his wayward mate. Buffy may be giving that universal woman--- Im not in the mood--bit but she wasnt fooling anyone. She was horny as he was but determined not to give into his advances because she thinks shes better than a demon--- not a demon with a soul mind you just a regular demon. Well it wasnt up to her anymore, Angelus thought grimly, tired of being a gentleman--- well to the extent a demon could be described as such, he thought grinning. He wasnt above sneaking into her panty drawer and taking a few select items away with him. Buffy smelled delicious and edible when aroused, a perfect aphrodisiac to a virile male vampire. The doors to the Bronze opened for him, and he swept through. Angelus was hoping she was here, so he could watch her dance on the floor and swing her delectable ass every which way to the music. It inevitably made him very aroused, and made his pants feel several sizes too tight. To his amazing luck, his slayer wasnt out in the graveyards using her stake to kill off his minions. A first in a long time, Angelus acknowledged, walking the perimeter. Buffy was easy to pick out in the throng of dancing teenagers, her golden hair flying around her face as she undulated to the music. Xander was there beside her, dancing goofily; but he was dancing with her, he thought snarling. His grubby teenage boy paws were holding her waist, and the expression told him alone that the runt was aroused too and having a grand time. Xander should disappear, he growled softly in his mind. In the space of a blink Xander had left the stage, leaving his mate alone out there but for the wolves. A few boys tried to make plays at her, but she pushed them away, and danced alone. Her breasts rose and fell with every intake of air, and he could just imagine the feel of them in his hands, her nipples pebbling beneath his touch. The smell of her ambrosia drifted to his nose, and Angelus smirked watching her nipples jut out against the cloth of her tiny peach tee. He watched her hands run up

her ribcage, her fingertips brushing just lightly underneath her bouncing breasts. Angelus inhaled sharply, looked around and hoped that no one was paying attention to her movements, to his immense relief no one seemed to notice. Immediately his attention was riveted again on the tiny blonde. Buffy lightly passed her hands over her breasts and hurried upwards, as if she too was hoping nobody was taking any notice of her. She was gorgeous, and he wanted her. Angelus pictured her naked breasts in his mind, small perky creamy globes, just perfect for his hands. Their pretty pink nipples tight and swollen, aching for his mouth, begging in their proud thrust for him. His nose flared, his dilated eyes flashing gold as he hardened at the thought. Shock flared into life in his system. Those pretty breasts were bared, a torn shirt lying at Buffys feet. Her arms which had been above her head collapsed immediately over her chest, a look of mortification flaring in her cheeks. An intimating frown crossed his brow, as he moved stealthily forward, daring anyone to look at his slayer. No one, male or otherwise, was allowed to see her. A sound of sudden cries burst from the room. Startled, Angelus looked around and saw the faces of those nearest him with large x marks over where their eyes had been. Grotesque, he thought disgusted continuing on without pause to where his embarrassed slayer was standing trying to frantically hide. Amused with her, he sauntered up between two men clutching their face and screaming. He vaguely thought about silence so he could hear Buffy when he made himself known. Hello Lover, Angelus murmured, a debasing smile curling over his lips. He reached out a finger and traced the uncovered outer curve of her pale white breast. He leered when she gasped, and knew that tonight shed give herself to him. Buffy moaned, relaxing visibly now that he was stroking her. The embarrassment fled from her eyes chased by lust. Angelus, Buffy breathed, arching in towards him needy for the next touch of his finger caressing lightly over the soft skin. You seemed to have lost something, he laughed as he tantalized her with errant whisperings of his fingers gliding upward to allow his hands to cover hers and cup her bared breasts. She blushed, looking away and around quickly before looking back up at him. Not in public. Not what? Angelus taunted softly, giving her a roguish wink before sweeping her into his arms and over his shoulder. He gave a gentle swap to her buttocks and she shrieked, half struggling as she tried to keep herself covered. Angelus set her down against a secluded wall in a darkened part of the Bronze. They wont see us here.

See us doing what? Buffy asked, licking her lips. He wanted her to say it, to acknowledge how she wanted him. See us fuck against the wall? she continued--- cupping his jaw in both hands--breathily as she leaned in on tiptoe to kiss him harshly on the mouth. Angelus groaned, wrapped his hands under her lush bottom and pulled her up, crushing her into the wall. The evidence of his arousal was blatant against her belly, the black leather gliding against the soft fabric of her skirt in the smallest of undulations. He murmured deep in his throat, a low sound, half-groan, half-growl and the offending material of her skirt disappeared. Leaning into her, the kiss subtly grew more demanding, his mouth forcing hers open, his tongue exploring and tasting in a teasing preclude to the more tantalizing offer of his virile body pressed tightly to hers. Buffy felt the immediate and scorching heat of desire and clutched him closer with strong arms. When he lifted his head to trace a wet path down her throat, she moaned softly, a low sound that gave voice to the urgent desire burning through her senses. She writhed against him, rubbing her pebbled nipples against the coolness of his chest, his shirt having somehow disappeared during their kiss. Its been too long. He whispered, sliding his thigh between her legs and forcing her legs wider for him as he pinned her to the wall. Yes. She agreed complaisantly just before his lips recaptured her mouth with the intent to claim what was his. He branded her with a demanding, possessive passion that made her forget who and what he was. She forgot everything but the reckless need burning through her blood. Meeting his eyes briefly, Buffy slid her palm along the leather stretched tautly over his obvious erection. Her fingers closed around the rigid length. Within seconds, the leather disappeared and she held his velvety hard cock in her hand. A door slammed nearby and Buffys head jerked in the direction of the sound. She licked her lips nervously and whispered, Someone is going to find you here. She didnt, however, stop the slow caressing movements of her hand. Or maybe theyll find me Angelus hand slid between her thighs, a wolfish grin on his face. His palm pressed firmly against the swollen flesh, one finger sliding inside her. Here. Buffys breath hitched as he slid a second finger inside her drenched heat, stroking her with such expertise she thought she would come on the spot. His fingers plunged deeper as his palm rubbed firmly on the taut nub of her clitoris. Her thighs closed around his hand as she writhed restlessly, wildly between his hard body and the wall behind her. Leaning down, he sucked one hard nipple into his

mouth. After a few minutes of teasing her nibbles on the hard tip, he lifted her, adjusted the angle of her hips and drove his hard cock inside her with one thrust. Buffy mewled softly at the feel of the hard shaft stretching her, filling her so completely. Cupping her rounded bottom in his hands, he began to drive into her with hard, deep strokes. His lips covered hers again and his tongue thrust into her mouth with the same rhythm as his hips. Harder... She panted softly against his lips, her arms twining around his neck as he braced her against the wall. Her strong legs circled his waist so she could take him deeper. Moving roughly, he pounded her senseless. He spoke, rasping in her ear, You like that, Buff? You want it? She bucked against him, gasping in ecstasy. Yesfuck me. Crushing her mouth beneath his, he rammed himself home. He pulled back and slammed into her again, and this time felt the fluttering convulsions of her hot channel rippling around him. Only then did he finally allow his own release. Angelus crushed her against the wall for a brief moment, his body weighing against her heavily. He nuzzled her hair, drinking in her scent and savoring her heated sheath clasping his cock. He was far from sated; in fact he felt as if he hadnt climaxed at all. He wanted her with an insatiable passion. Buffy clung to him as he moved away from the wall, his eyes spying the surface of the nearby stage. With one hand under her bottom, he carried her over and dropped her to sit on the edge of the elevated platform. He stepped back slightly, his gaze scrutinizing her naked curves. In one smooth move, he joined her on the stage, standing over her as she looked at up him from her seated position. He stalked forward, a smirking smile on his lips. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Buffy turned and crawled the small distance to him on her hands and knees. Palms flat, her hands slid up the steely columns of his thighs as she rose up to her knees. She could smell the scent of their sex; his marble shaft covered in their combined juices. Inexplicably, it gave her a thrill. Her fingers circled his sticky cock as he eyes once more flitted to his face. Her tongue swept over the reddened crest, tasting him. Without waiting, Angelus pushed himself into her mouth. Her lips closed around him and he closed his eyes at the feel of the warm, moist cavern surrounding him. Sucking the head, licking the tip, she wanted more of him more... all of him She wanted to make the demon moan with pleasure. She took him deeper in her mouth, into her throat. Pulling back slowly then sucking him back into her throat again she began a mindless rhythm, sucking and licking as she moved, knowing instinctively how to pleasure him. Her dark green eyes opened and her gaze lifted to his face. How Angel had taught her what he liked; how

to please him. Thats it, lover. Take it deep. Angelus groaned, feeling the rising swell of passion as he crept toward release. Swallow me. Buffy felt a heady thrill at the near animal groan she wrung from him, a hedonistic creature with centuries of experience no pun intended under his belt. His cock swelled and grew larger, making it hard to fit in her mouth. One large hand grabbed her hair, jerking her head back away from him. His eyes glittering with passion he stared down at her. Deliberately Buffy stuck out her small pink tongue and licked a slow path along the head of his cock. The site of her on her knees in front of him, her eyes lambent with passion couple with the feel of her hot, wet mouth on his cock was almost more than he could stand. Feeling empowered by his obvious state of arousal, Buffy drew his rigid length into her mouth once more. She cupped the heavy sacs of his balls in her hand; squeezing them and feeling them tighten as he grew closer to release. She murmured wordlessly against the swelling girth. The noise reverberated against him and he jerked inside her. Angelus stroked her throat, a warning, and slammed himself down inside her slender throat. She took him, opening her mouth wider, swallowing him, somehow managing to breath around his thick warming cock. After a few more strokes, he shot his cum into her mouth and she swallowed greedily. Angelus paused only a few minutes to savor the intense sensation before dropping to his knees and pushing Buffy onto her back. He spread her legs with his hands, exposing her to his feral gaze. He lowered his mouth to her exposed glistening flesh, his tongue tracing the damp folds before parting her nether lips to slip inside. He could taste his own seed mixed with her tangy juices and it filled him with a sense of ownership, of possession. No one else would know this woman as he did; not one else would ever feel her silken channel or be allowed to fill her cunt with his seed. She was his. His tongue teased her until it found that spot that spot inside that caused her to moan and squirm, to pant with delight. Involuntarily, her hands lifted to his hair to hold him close, to pull him closer, and Angelus smiled against her. Licking at her with rapid, hungry flicks, sucking the tight aching bud of her clit between his lips he pushed her to the edge of climax. Each time she drew near, breathless and panting, he eased back and left her suspended. Now tell me what you want. Angelus purred, his tongue laving her swollen clit as he looked up at her. Ahh.. you your mouthheremake me come Buffy panted softly as the wicked, sensual delight raced through her body. One hand slipped from his hair to move over her abdomen to her breast. She cupped it in her hand before rubbing the

taut peak of her nipple with her fingers. Angelus sucked the nub of her clit between his lips with increased intensity. He plunged one finger, then two, then three in her hot clenching sheath as her head dropped back to the hard surface of the stage. Then it hit. The explosive delirium swept over her and she cried out. Her nails dug into scalp as she arched into his mouth. Blinking to clear her passion hazed mind, Buffy looked up at Angelus where he sat, smirking between her legs. He had a look of pure masculine satisfaction on his face. Calmly, she pulled herself up to a seated position next to him, her gaze roving over him interestedly. In one smooth movement, she straddled his lap, guiding his rigid cock inside her. As she undulated her hips on him ever so slightly, his hands came up to cup and caress her breasts., lifting and molding them to fit into the palms of his hands. He pinched her nipples between his forefinger and thumb delicately, and then harder as he watched her face contort in pleasure. Angelus tugged and played with her nipples as she rode him, her hands latching onto his shoulders for leverage. She rode him slowly, rocking her hips slightly or rotating them from side to side to seek out every nuance of pleasure. Buffy moaned, when he hit her g spot, rocking and twisting harder, faster, to get the release that she craved. When they were both nearly insensate with the sheer pleasure, he grasped her hips and thrust upward ferociously, ravenously, a growl parting his lips with his orgasm. At the feel of his cool seed washing over her hot clasping walls, Buffy keened softly, gyrating her hips wildly as she melted around him, joining him at the pinnacle of ecstasy. They rested together, sweaty, sticky, spent, and he laughed wickedly, his chest rising with the arousing sound. He swatted her bottom just as everything seemed to fade away. The petite death of darkness swam in front of her eyes. Buffy gasped, opening her eyes and sitting upright in her bed. Sunlight flittered into her room through the closed blinds. Subtly she looked left than right to see if he was in her room. When he wasnt she breathed in quiet relief. That dream felt so real. Buffy shifted her legs and slipped her hand down between her thighs, finding them wet with her arousal. Slipping her fingers inside her drenched channel she rotated them gently, when her thumb brushed against her clit she hissed and jerked her hand away. She was very tender, her clit swollen and bruised. The slightest touch made her whimper. Standing on shaky legs she stumbled towards the bathroom, feeling her achy muscles rebel against the movement. A long hot bath sounded very nice at the moment to her.

Buffy yawned, and turned on the light. Her image appeared to be one very ravished woman. Pulling a face, she noticed that there was a hickey purpling on her neck. She couldnt have done that herself. Angelus? It couldnt, be could it? But it was. Angelus climbed into bed, a low rumbling purr filling the air around him. When the sheets pulled over his naked hips, he stretched like a well sated cat, all muscles rippling feeling very pleased with himself. Nothing like having a night of amazing sex with a blonde imp. His blonde imp. With a laugh he fluffed up his pillow and took off the obsidian ring on his hand and fell asleep content to wait until tomorrow to try again. His dreams were sweet with screams and sights like those of hellish nightmares. A student in the Gorden dormitory awoke screaming, clawing at his eyes petrified at being lost in blinding darkness. Hesitantly, he lowered his hands and pried his eyes opened, sagging against the bed in relief. Immediately he sprang up again and dashed down the hall to the kitchen and gulped some water down. He did not want to dream about losing his sight again. It had been terrifying enough the first go. The End. ***** ^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^ A growl emanated from his throat as his heavy steps carried him to the mansion. Hed just spent the past three hours searching Sunnydale for his little Slayer bitch, but she was no where to be found. How dare she be somewhere he couldnt find her! He needed a good fuck, damnit! Sure, there was Dru as an alternative. She was always good for a ride. But something about her eyes...the way she stared at him...it was, well, disturbing. No, she just wouldnt do. He wanted Buffy. And he wanted her now. Where the fuck was she?!? Sunnydales a small town. She had to be somewhere. His steps came to a halt as his enhanced sense of smell picked up a hint of her scent in the air. Deeply he inhaled, relishing the intoxicating blend of berries and sunshine. Lifting his head, Angelus scanned the area as he tried to find the source of the scent. Fuck! he cursed loudly when he realized he was standing a block from her house. She wasnt there. That he already knew. Turning swiftly, his long coat billowing behind him, he stalked to the mansion. The stupid bitch would pay for hiding from him!

The door slammed behind him as he entered through the main door. A few lingering minions scurried off in response to the obvious foul mood their Master was in. Those that had the balls to remain were soon intimidated away by Angelus unrepentant glare. Throwing his leather duster on one of the many chairs, he stood for a minute. Now what the Hell was he supposed to do? His dick was throbbing and jacking off in his room was just not acceptable. A scowl formed on his face as he was again reminded of why his pants were too tight for his liking. His steps resonated throughout the old stone building as his stomped angrily up the stairs toward his room. He could hear Drus incoherent babbling coming from one of the rooms in the hallway and quickly slipped into his room in order to avoid her. The metallic click assured him that the door was locked. He reconsidered momentarily. Maybe he would get Dru to take care of his little, or rather big, problem. Shaking his head he tossed that idea out of his head. He did not want Dru. A mischievous smirk suddenly replaced the angry frown when his eyes landed on the small object resting on the table next to his bed. His wide gait brought him to the table in seconds. Lascivious thoughts filled his head causing his eyes to flash golden as he stared at the black stoned ring. Perfect. It was the perfect solution. Itd been three days since hed used the enchanted ring. Not that he hadnt wanted to make constant use of it. But being the Master vampire that he was, there were always problems popping up he needed to take care of. And since he was surrounded by idiots he always had to take care of them himself. He picked up the tiny object and slid it comfortably onto one of his fingers. The cool metal remained at room temperature as there was no heat in his body to warm it. All thoughts, except for those of a certain blonde, left his head almost instantly. Closing his eyes, his thoughts drifted to the feisty Slayer that he loved to hate, and hated to love. Her image formed in his mind, the tension flowing quickly out of his body. The scent hit him first. Raspberries and sunshine interlaced with and underlying sensuality and power. His eyes darkened in need as he spun around to face the blonde beauty. There she stood in front of the locked door to his room, one hand leaning on the door jam, the other on her tiny hip. Her long, straight blonde hair flowed unrestrained past her shoulders. She was staring at him, a look of need crossed with disgust playing across her face. Angelus took a silent step toward her, but abruptly stopped. No, this just would not do. He focused inwardly for only a second and watched as her khaki shorts and lavender tank top melted away to be replaced with a blood red corset lined with black lace, a matching red g-string, and thigh high black stockings.

His lust flared and his pants tightened further at the vision before him. The deep red of the corset contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin. He could just see the tops of her erect nipples peaking out above the lace trim and the tiny panties did nothing to restrain the delicious scent of her elevating arousal. Yes, this was definitely better. Hello, lover, he spoke, his voice dripping with sex. She said nothing. Instead she sauntered toward him, her tiny hips swaying with each step. Stopping in front of him she lifted her innocent green eyes to stare into his almost black ones. Her pink tongue slipped out to wet her lips, unaware of the reaction it would elicit. Angelus growled at the action. He reached out quickly and pulled her small body against his, seizing her mouth in a fierce kiss in the process. His lower body pushed against her, attempting unsuccessfully to quell the painful ache in his groin. The black silk shirt he had been wearing disappeared in the blink of an eye allowing his cool skin to come into contact with her heated body. He could feel the points of her nipples pressing into his chest as he continued to probe her responsive mouth. Angelus, Buffy moaned, writhing against him as his mouth trailed down her jaw and sucked a patch of skin on her neck into his mouth. His blunt teeth nibbled on the smooth, fragrant skin of her neck. What Lover? She shivered involuntarily from the rumble of his deep voice. I...I need... Tell me what you need, baby. He was determined to make her say it. He wanted to hear her tell him that she wanted him. Touch me, she whispered, wrapping one of her legs around him and pressing her overheated center against his thigh. Angelus smirked at her response and trailed his hand up her arm, tickling the fine hairs. Here? he asked as his fingers stopped on her forearm. No, she whimpered in need. His hand moved further, fingers teasing her hot skin and halted at the curve of her neck. Here? Her head shook in the negative, unable to find the breath to say no, Giving in, Angelus inched his fingers down her chest to the swell of her breasts. He pushed the material of the corset down far enough to completely expose one of her nipples. His fingers tweaked and pulled at the taut skin causing Buffys head to lull backwards and a moan to escape her mouth.

Angelus dipped his head down and took the hardened peak into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He pulled the flesh between his teeth, biting not so gently. Yes! Buffy hissed at the semi-quenching actions. Needing more, however, she ground her lower body onto his thigh, hoping to receive the needed pressure between her legs. Feeling her movements, Angelus lowered his hands and stilled her hips. He wanted her to beg for relief. He wanted to hear her voice plead for his touch where she needed it most, but his only reward so far was a small whine from his lover. Angelus lowered Buffys leg that had been wound around his body and stepped away. The clinging leather pants that hung low on his toned hips vanished from his body. Buffys eyes darkened dramatically with lust as they roamed over Angelus now nude body and came to a stop on his proud erection. Slowly, Angelus backed up and seated himself in the deep red velvet and stained Cherry throne that suddenly appeared in the room. His eyes closed as he pictured the almighty Slayer on her knees at his feet, waiting to service him. When they opened again, he found Buffy kneeling below him, hands clasped in her lap. His eyelids drooped at the sight, lust and need overpowering his senses. The erotic vision of the Slayer at his feet was every vampires dream. But she would only do this for him. She was his Slayer. His lover. No one else would ever see her as he saw her at this moment. Of that he was sure. Suck me, he ordered forcefully, wanting to see her rosy lips wrapped around his cock. Buffy obliged without argument, lifting herself up onto her knees and leaning over his body. Her pink tongue eased out of her mouth and lapped at the head of his penis. Ever so slowly, she swirled her tongue around the tip, capturing the forming pre-cum. The sensation caused Angelus to groan and thrust his hips into her mouth in an almost silent plea for more. His hands grasped her head pushing her to take him into her mouth. Dont tease! Suck me, he ordered again. His head thrashed backwards as she engulfed him fully into her hot mouth. His hips thrust upwards again in unconscious need. Buffy choked slightly before relaxing her throat and taking him deep before pulling back up. Her tongue licked up and down his length, stopping at the head and then taking him back into her mouth. Buffys thighs clenched in need as she inched one of her hands down her body. The movement of her hand was not lost on Angelus. Hands where I can see them, he growled as he pulled her arm up onto his lap. He absolutely did not want her cumming...yet.

Ignoring her desperate whimper, Angelus pushed her head back to his throbbing cock. His fingers twined into her blonde tresses as her head bobbed up and down in front of him. He felt the tingling beginning in his groin signaling his release. Sucking harder, Buffys right hand reached down to lightly squeeze his testicles. The act pushed Angelus over the edge and with a heavy groan his cool seed shot down her throat. Buffy swallowed the liquid greedily, her tongue snaking out to lap at the few drops that escaped her mouth. Angelus, not in the least sated by his recent release, was instantly ready for more as he watched her willing accept his cum. Roughly, he pulled her up off the floor and onto his lap. He dove for her mouth, engaging her in a fierce kiss. Their tongues dueled wildly for only a few moments before they broke apart. Grabbing her small waist, Angelus lifted up and positioned her sex above his straining cock. Buffys hands reached up and grasped the back of the throne as Angelus slammed her down, impaling her on him in one swift motion. Both of them cried out at the sudden sensations sweeping throughout their bodies. Angelus eyes rolled back into his head as he felt Buffys scorching heat swallow him whole. He held her still, willing himself not to cum too soon. When his control was regained, he finally thrust his pelvis. Buffy responded in kind, grinding her body down onto his. Her head rolled backwards, the feel of his long, hard cock enflaming every nerve inside her. They soon reached a steady pace with Angelus thrusting steadily upwards and Buffy mimicking opposing actions in response. Sweat glistened on her body, her hands tightly gripping the back of the throne as she rode him. Their skin slapped loudly with each movement, but neither heard, nor cared. Angelus had long forgotten his initial plan of having her beg for his touch. The only thing that concerned him was the strong, nubile body writhing on his lap. She was a sight to behold. Her breasts heaving from the exertion, her skin glowing, and her dripping cunt wrapped tightly around his cock. There was nothing more he could ask for. His mouth swooped down to once again take one of her nipples into his mouth. The resulting whimper from Buffy pleased him immensely. He harshly worried the erect peak between his teeth as his hands grasped her hips tightly. Suddenly needing more, Angelus quickly rose out of the chair, taking Buffy with him. They landed forcefully on the bed with Angelus on top. Gentleness had no place in this clashing of bodies. Both of them knew that. Pulling back slightly, Angelus stared intensely down at her. He held her eyes with his own making her whimper when he refused to move within her. She circled her hips in the hope that he would again plunge into her quaking heat, but he only continued to stare at her.

Please! she choked out hoarsely, reaching up to pull him down on top of her. A devious smirk lit up Angelus face at the desperate plea. He held his position a moment longer before forcefully driving into her. Yes! Buffy moaned in delight. She lifted her hips upwards to meet his powerful thrusts. The force of their mating surpassed any that a normal human would be able to survive unharmed. Reaching down, Angelus looped his arms underneath her knees and lifted them upwards until she was almost folded in upon herself. Satisfied at the new positioning, Angelus resumed his thrusts. Gods, baby. You are a great fuck, he ground out between clenched teeth. Mmm...yesssss! Harder! Buffy nearly screamed as his pelvis steadily hit her pulsing clit. Losing his last string of control, Angelus pounded into her using all of his vampiric strength. The headboard of the bed slammed repeatedly into the wall from the force of their coupling. Buffy pulled Angelus head down to hers, capturing his mouth roughly. Her teeth nipped at his lips hard enough to draw of bead of blood. Angelus growled in pleasure at the love bite but was slightly angered at her dominant actions. Taking control back, he pulled her hands above her head, holding them there with one of his large hands. The other hand slid down her body to her dripping center where his fingers quickly found her clit. He teased the small bud with his forefinger, eliciting an anxious cry from Buffy. What do you want, baby? he whispered seductively into her ear. Please! Buffy sobbed in desperation. Please, what? Angelus prodded with a particularly hard thrust of his hips. Make me cum! she screamed at him. His fingers immediately pinched her clit sending Buffy over the cliff of her orgasm. She screamed loudly in her release, her insides rippling and squeezing around Angelus shaft. Her head rolled to the side and exposed the smooth column of her neck to his view. Angelus eyes crossed as her spasming pussy clenched at his cock. His face switched to vampire form when he spotted her bared throat. He lunged at her, sinking his fangs deeply into her jugular. The sweet, warm blood gushed into his mouth, triggering his own orgasm. He milked the wound on her throat harshly as his lifeless sperm cooled her insides.

Finally pulling his fangs out of her skin, Angelus rolled off Buffy. Letting out a satisfied sign, he pulled her exhausted body on top of his. The rising of the sun soon hit his senses and he regrettably realized that their night together was over. Buffy soon disappeared from his bed almost as if shed never been there in the first place. He tried to ignore pangs of disappointed at the lack of her presence. She was just a good fuck. Thats all she was. He didnt dare contradict himself. Across town, Buffy drifted in and out of sleep. Her eyes slowly opened as a ray of sunlight inched across her face. She groaned inwardly. It was too early to be awake and for some reason she felt like she had hardly slept the entire night. Of course that could be from the vivid dream Angelus...and her...doing...stuff. She frowned as her body shifted, becoming aware of the soreness between her legs. Her hands didnt need feel the moisture gathered in her panties to know it was there. Sighing, she closed her eyes. This was the second surround-sound dream of Angelus. They were so real... Hey, spoke a yawning voice from not far away. Hey, Willow, Buffy replied, sitting up in her sleeping bag next to Willows bed. Did you go out slaying late last night? I woke up once and you werent here, Willow questioned while turning over to face her friend. What? N-...uhh, yeah..., trailed off Buffy, her mind suddenly preoccupied with her...dream? ^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^ THE END!

A Devil's Will - Chapter Three The day had passed in a blur of interminable boredom. Since the night had ended, taking with it Buffy and her tantalising body, Angelus had been left with an undeniable feeling of sexual frustration. The obisidian ring was of no effect in the day time. He had all but roared at his minions, even staking one sassy vampiress who had begged to relieve his frustration. It riled him. How could any of those scabs believe they were worthy to suck the cock of the Scourge of Europe? For a while he had considered using Drusilla for his pleasure, degrading her while her paramour Spike watched, powerless. Oh, how it would have amused him to see the jealous impotence in Spike's eyes, as he teased and fucked his love. The crazed Drusilla was such an easy conquest, her arousal drenching his senses as soon as he entered the mansion. At his look, she would all but open her legs and lay waiting for him, an obedient bitch. These games were nothing but a pointless distraction and did nothing to assuage the true source of his obsession. He

wanted the slayer, to pound her into the floor until she was incognizant, unable to scream any name but his. He would wipe from her memory the stupid soul, he would torment and torture her until she whimpered from need. He quivered with rage as he thought of her skimpy halters and tiny skirts as she gyrated around Xander at the Bronze. The slayer was his and his alone: she would be made to pay for her wilfulness. His patience snapping, Angelus had finally retired to his rooms. Ripping down his leather pants, he had taken his thick cock in his fingers and stroked down. He thought of the tiny slayer in his lap, grinding down onto his cock, her magnificent breasts bouncing slightly as she slammed down. He groaned as the tightness in his balls increased, his strokes upon his shaft becoming faster and more powerful. In his mind's eye, he reached for the slayer's breast, enjoying her piercing cry as he bit mercilessly down with his fangs. With a final shudder, Angelus felt the spasms of his climax ripple through him. He fell back onto his heavily quilted bed, his body unfulfilled by the force of his orgasm. Dissatisfied he yanked up his pants, zipping them with an angry growl. Then his eyes had fallen upon the ring, sitting innocently upon his dresser. His lips curving into a cold smile, Angelus reached for the ring and placed it upon his finger. Although it was not yet nightfall, it was near enough. Perhaps it was worth a try. Grabbing his leather duster, Angelus strode out of his room, heading for the sewer access. The minions he passed fell into bows and curtseys, desperate to avoid the wrath of their master. Then Drusilla was upon him, her thin bony arms twining around his broad shoulders, her groin grinding against his hip as Spike watched, enraged. With a dismissive snort, Angelus backhanded Spike, sending him sprawling onto the floor from his wheelchair as Dru whimpered and mewled like a mangy cat at her dismissal. He would deal with them later. Now it was time to find Buffy. Making his way quickly through the sewers, Angelus twirled the ring in his large hand. Now, where to start with his plans? Humiliation and torture were the two great stalwarts of Angelus' repertoire but he was a vampire of many varied and infinite pleasures, with countless years of experience. Yet again the lucky slayer bitch would be subject to his devilish attentions. He licked his lips as he thought of the tiny skirts she wore as she patrolled, the way her braless breasts jiggled beneath her halters as she kicked and pummelled. How he wanted to grab her and push her against the crypt wall, and watch her mewl as he pinched and bruised her delicate breasts. The dingy walls of the sewer evaporated to nothing and Angelus felt the cool sting of the night air upon his cheeks. Across the cemetery he could hear the grunts and cries of battle, the loud thwack on thwack as boot connected with bone. Then he saw her. The tiny blonde was dressed just as he imagined, her golden skin bared in a slip of a skirt and halter. The pressure of his cock against the tight leather of his pants became unbearable as he watched the slayer ragefully tear into two of his minions. She was extraordinary. To his eyes, the battle before him was but foreplay. As the dust of the vampires vanished before her, Buffy seemed slightly disorientated. Staring about her wildly, her eyes registered the tiniest amount of fear as she took in the looming figure of Angelus. She clutched at her stake desperately, her fingers digging into the wood as if it would protect her from the soulless demon that wore her lover's face. For the last week she had been endlessly tormented by illicit thoughts of the sexy vampire, the ache between her legs unbearable to the point of pain as she tried in vain to quell her desire for him. It was wrong, she knew it was, but still she could not stop wanting him. Her

dreams of him had left her panting, her panties drenched as she awoke. She had to resist him now. "So we meet again, Buff," he drawled, his eyes fixed on the rapid hardening of her nipples. Trembling with need, Buffy did not answer but instead stared at the crotch of his leather pants. The bulge there was growing with every second as he moved closer to her, her own heartbeat thundering in her ears. Was this really happening? She felt the cool press of his fingers on her thigh, his other hand sliding up the smooth material of her skirt. As his fingers dipped through the lace of her panties, her grip on the stake loosened as he began to stroke the slick folds of her labia. "So wet," he taunted, flicking his thumb over her clit. The stake slid from Buffy's hand as she braced herself against the gravestone, panting heavily. "That's it, Buff. Open wider for me." Angelus' eyes glistened with lust as he beheld the wet juices upon his fingers. Enjoying the self-disgust that marred her features, he lifted the fingers to his mouth and heartily suckled. Overcome with the taste and scent of the slayer's juices, he pushed her diminutive frame to the ground and hovered above her. Roughly shoving her skirt to her waist, Angelus ripped away her panties and brought his lips to her folds. Licking her inner lips, he grinned evilly as he felt the fluid ooze across his face. As his tongue eased inside of her, delving and thrusting as the slayer bucked above him, his fingers dug into her hips, forcing her to still. Her breathless cries were deafening as his tongue slicked across the bump of her clit, his deliberately light touches teasing Buffy beyond her endurance. Unable to bear it, she slammed her hips down, pushing her groin deeper into Angelus' mouth. Feeling the violence of her movements, Angelus' control snapped. His mouth latched onto her clit, sucking forcefully. He felt her climax build in her, her inner muscles beginning to tighten as her arousal grew to unmanageable limits. As her orgasm broke, he unzipped his leather pants, ramming into her with such force that his hips smashed into hers. At the invasion, Buffy's eyes flew open, looking at the intense show of possession that was stamped across his features. As she felt herself move against him, a tear slid down her face. This was not Angel. How could she do this? Sliding into the young slayer with agonising slowness, Angelus smirked at her weeping with little pity. "No tears, Buff," he ordered her, viciously twisting her nipple between his fingers. He watched with some satisfaction as her tear drenched face grimaced in pleasure. "You're going to enjoy this." Despite the shocks of bliss filling her body, Buffy vehemently shook her head. With a heartless laugh, Angelus slammed back into her, causing Buffy to scratch her nails down his back to stop from crying out. Angelus grabbed the soft cheeks of her buttocks roughly, jerking her closer to him. As his cock hit even deeper, Buffy cried his name, her body lost in delicious sensation. Her sighs became more ragged as the frenetic pace of their rutting increased. Looking for more leverage, Angelus flipped them so her back was pushed against the gravestone, her legs twined possessively around his waist. "That's my girl," he told her admiringly, as Buffy rocked herself hard against his cock, her face flushed. Sweat dripped from her skin as Angelus thrust deep within her again and again, his mouth moving to kiss her savagely. As his tongue drove into her mouth, Buffy felt the spasms of her climax begin. Grasping tightly to Angelus, she

shuddered and writhed against him as wave after wave hit her, this time screaming out his name with abandon. A predatory grin spread across Angelus' face as he continued to pound into the slayer. Feeling the crest of his own orgasm near, Angelus tipped them so that Buffy was fully leaning against the gravestone, his fingers reaching between her legs to pinch and twist her clit. As he span over the edge, he again felt the familiar tightening of the slayer's hot tight inner walls against his cock. Full of vampiric pride at the sight of Buffy rippling beneath him, her body sheened in sweat, a growl escaped from his throat. He clutched the slightly frightened Buffy to him, rolling her over so that she lay across his chest, panting heavily. "That was great, Buff," he drawled, casting a glance at her ripped skirt and tattered halter and feeling himself instantly harden. "But I'm not done yet." The intent was clear in Angelus' eyes. Scrambling from his arms, Buffy clutched her halter across her almost bare breasts. "There is no way this is ever happening again," she told him angrily, her body shaking with indignation. Giving her a charming smile, Angelus grabbed her to him roughly, placing a brutal kiss to her swollen lips. As he broke off suddenly, leaving her gasping and leaning against him heavily, Angelus lifted the finger with the black stoned ring so it glinted in the moonlight. "Think again," he murmured to her, as the gravestones of the cemetery shifted into the furniture of his bedroom. The sight meeting his eyes was amazing. Buffy stood before him, her tiny curves clad in the tightest of black satin corsets, a feather boa drifting across her narrow shoulders. Licking his lips, Angelus beckoned her to come to him, staring at the low cut of the corset that barely covered her breasts. She came to him slowly, her hips wiggling seductively as she pressed herself against Angelus' bulging groin. "You will do what I say," he ordered her, his hands running over the skin bared by her scanty thong. "Is that understood?" Buffy nodded mutely, suddenly unable to voice any objections to his whims. She quivered with anticipation as she felt the soft feathers of the boa skim over her collar bone, dipping between the valley of her breasts. Catching the scent of her growing arousal, Angelus drew the boa between her legs, rubbing it back and forth across her sensitive flesh. Seeing the expression of pleasure flash across her face, Angelus dragged the boa faster, enjoying the sighs and whimpers coming from Buffy. She felt her body start to tremble as the boa bumped across her clit again and again, her knees beginning to buckle. Noticing the slayer's imminent crumble, Angelus grabbed at her hips firmly, effectively stilling her. "No, you will not move," he told her brusquely, teasingly pressing a thumb to her tender clit. As he felt the spasm above him, Angelus fell to his knees, his teeth tearing into her thong as he buried his head between her thighs. Lapping greedily, he drank the gushing juice of her orgasm. He withdrew his tongue slowly, giving one last flick to her clit that caused her to jerk noisily in response. There was no better taste than the sweet honey of the slayer's pussy. As Buffy recovered, slumped against the satin sheets of the bed, Angelus drew to his full height and stared down at her hungrily. Looking up at him in his tight leather pants and white silk shirt, she felt her mouth go dry. At only 17, her only real sexual experiences had been with Angel. Never in her life had she had such kinky thoughts, as she felt herself itch to rip the leather from his body. "Come here," he commanded, feeling his balls tighten as she crawled to him on her hands and knees, her bare ass quivering with the movement. As she poised below him, her eyes fixed on his crotch, Angelus gave in to his desire. Guiding

her hand to his crotch, he moaned hoarsely as her small fingers cupped and squeezed the bulge of his groin. Without his command, her hand reached for his zip, yanking it down, freeing his painfully hard cock. As her hands fell upon it, gripping it with zealous attention, Angelus closed his eyes, as his cock throbbed with need. Her fingers began to pump along its length, her free hand gently caressing the sacks of his balls. "Buff," he bit out, his fingers digging into the soft bed. Then her hands left his groin, her head swooping down to take him with her mouth. Her tongue flicked lazily down the length of his shaft, her hand returning again to cup his balls. Her languid pace continued, as her tongue daintily swirled the head of his cock, tasting the glistening pre-cum. Then slowly she took him into her mouth, sucking his cock gently into her before relinquishing and beginning again. Angelus groaned in frustration as she delicately nibbled at his head, careful not to apply too much pressure. As her mouth once more returned to his shaft, his patience snapped. With a violent push to her blonde head, Buffy's mouth was forced to accommodate the majority of Angelus' length. Almost choking, she felt the sting of tears in her eyes as Angelus' fingers tangled in her bobbed blonde hair and dragged her head up. Quickly complying, Buffy slid her mouth up and down his length, the pressure of her lips against him making Angelus jolt with pleasure. "Jeez Buff, you sure can suck," he gritted out, as her strokes became faster and more urgent. Taking unneeded gulps of air, Angelus fell back against the bed, his balls becoming agonizingly tight. Without giving her any warning, his climax exploded into her mouth. Eagerly she swallowed, enjoying the cool splash as it slid down her throat. Climbing upon Angelus, she pushed him back fully onto the bed, straddling his hips. As she leaned forward, her breasts threatened to topple from their corseted prison as she gave him a devilish grin. "So what do you want to do now, lover?" she teased him, her naked crotch grinding against his. Quirking an eyebrow, Angelus watched his young lover with growing interest. This dominant side of her nature was blossoming nicely, under his devoted tutelage. However the cocky glint in her eye was not to Angelus' liking: it was not in his character to be submissive. Placing both hands on her barely clad breasts, Angelus squeezed harshly, beginning to knead the flesh. "My turn, lover," he insisted, his hands moving to unlace the corset at the back and fling it to the floor, before rolling her onto her back. Sitting back, Angelus stared at her naked body unashamedly as thoughts of her chained and spread raced into his mind. Then he mused it would be far more sensual with soft chiffon or even better, silk. As he imagined it, Buffy was suddenly spread-eagled, her ankles and wrists tied to the ornate posts of Angelus' bed with white silk scarves. Moving over her, he mercilessly tortured Buffy with rough bites to her breasts, his tongue licking and sucking a trail down her stomach and across her hip, until he was poised at her inner thigh. Against her restraints, Buffy struggled, her eyes fixed imploringly on Angelus. "Please Angelus," she whimpered. "I need to-" "No," he said harshly, gazing up at her from between her thighs. Then with preternatural speed he eased up her body, encasing himself in one powerful thrust within her tight opening. Involuntarily she squeezed him, her hips moving in steady thrusts to parry his grinding. Pistoning harder, Buffy's hips lifted higher to meet the demands of Angelus' passion. Feeling the scarves tighten against her skin, with a powerful jolt Buffy ripped free from the scarves, her pelvis smashing into his with frightening intensity. Grunting openly, Buffy curled her legs around his waist, her fingers digging into his shoulders as Angelus continued to thrust

within her. Pushing her back against the headboard, her legs still firmly around his waist, he angled them for deeper penetration. With his ferocious stroke rubbing her clit and hitting deep inside, Buffy panted as an intense sensation of pleasure gripped her. "Angelus," she moaned, her bare back hammering against the headboard. As her climax overtook her, Angelus came with a roar, ramming into her with a final violent thrust. The force of the impact threw Buffy back, embedding the headboard into the plaster wall. Dazed, Buffy looked down at him, the ripples of her own orgasm still ricocheting through her body. Taking her gently to him with unaccustomed tenderness, Angelus laid her head upon his chest and covered them both with the satin sheets. Listening to the steady sound of her breathing, Angelus smiled lazily as she drifted off to sleep in his arms. Being a vampire, he was far from sated but there would be more later. Content at the thought, he allowed his eyes to close, joining Buffy in a deep sleep. ******************************** The morning light flitted through the windows of the library, hurting Buffy's eyes. Reluctantly she sat up, surprised to find herself sitting at the library conference table, a huge book open in front of her. "Ah, Buffy, you're back," said Giles, as he came from his office, a cup of hot tea in his hand. "Huh?" Buffy asked, confused, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Taking Buffy's confusion for tiredness, Giles gave her a gentle smile. "You've obviously had a rough night," he told her, taking in her rumpled clothes and tangled hair. "You should go home and get some rest." Feeling the soreness between her legs, the memories of last night came back to her. Surely it had been just a dream? A very intense, pleasurable and erotic dream involving her sworn enemy that kept returning. "Okay," she replied, easing herself from the chair. Then she noticed Giles looking at her, a concerned expression on his face. "You're hurt," he pointed out, indicating the purpling bruises lining her legs and arms. Gulping, Buffy looked at the bruises with alarm. Where had those come from? "Uh, they're nothing," she bluffed, quickly making her excuses and leaving the library. Once outside, she flopped against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest. Thoroughly freaked and disturbingly aroused, Buffy let the reality sink in. Her trysts with Angelus were far from a dream.

A Devil's Will, chapter 4 AUTHOR: Dragonqueen EMAIL: dragonqueen05@yahoo.com DISTRIBUTION: CBAU, my site: Basking (http://members.lycos.co.uk/dragonqueen05), and wherever else I send it DISCLAIMER: LMAO!!! Me? Own Btvs or Ats?! Yeah, uh huh, riiiigghhttt. What in the hell are you smoking? Like Id want the damn things anyway. Well, actually, now that I think about it... I think I could get everything fixed in the first half hour, and some nice B/A smut in the second. So, since there isnt going to be any smut on network TV: I am in no way connected to Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel. I am in no way connected to JW, ME, or any one else that *is* connected to the previously mentioned shows. PAIRINGS: B/Aus RATING: NC-17... we are talking about Angelus here people *evil grin* FEEDBACK: Hmmm, thats a hard one. I would *love* feedback! SUMMARY: PWP, chapter 4 in the CBAU round robin. Buffy is a bit under the weather, Angelus is going to use her condition to his advantage. AN: I DID IT!!!!! This is the first time I have successfully wrote a ficlet! Go me. AN2: Thanks to Meghan and Isis for the beta reading. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Angelus prowled the perimeter of the hospital in long, angry strides. The little whelp had dared turn he, Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, away. On any other day Angelus would have simply snapped the childs neck and left him in an artful display for the Slayer. But his little slayer was not in the right health for such a gift. He stopped under the window that would allow him access to Buffys room... if he could get to the third story window. Angelus snarled silently at his predicament. Debating on just killing Xander and who ever else that would dare stand in his way, Angelus unconsciously played with the ring that was on a chain around his neck. When Angelus realized what he was doing, a devious smile formed on his lips. Reaching around his head he unclasped the chain and let the little ring slide into his palm. Slipping the ring on, Angelus thought about himself standing next to Buffy, who was sleeping soundly in the uncomfortable hospital bed. Glancing around at his new settings, Angelus smirked and silently locked the door. He walked back to Buffy, she had started to thrash about in the small bed. She was still ill. Cocking his head to the side, Angelus concentrated for a second. Buffy instantly settled into a peaceful sleep, her temperature dropping, her body was back to normal. Angelus looked at the decor of the small room, a look of displeasure over took his handsome features. The pale walls darkened into a deep maroon, the bed shifted into his large bed from the mansion, candles littered every available surface, all of the medical supplies and machines disappeared, Angelus shirt dissolved, and Buffys paper dress turned into a black lace teddy with just a thought.

As things settled into place Buffys eyes fluttered open. Confusion marred her face, the last thing she remembered, with any clarity, was being wheeled into the hospital and babbling incoherently about vampires. The room she was in didnt look like any hospital room she'd been in, and the bed was decidedly too soft to be a hospital bed. Buffy sat up slightly and scanned the room, taking in the candles. Nothing in the room was anything even remotely related to hospital. She noticed her teddy, one that she was very sure she had never owned, and finally Angelus smirking in only a pair of black leather pants. Buffy's breath hitched in her throat as his muscles rippled when he pushed himself away from the wall. He stalked to the foot of the bed, and she couldn't discern what his mood from his stoic features. Where am I? She asked in a voice that shook more than she would like it to. Why, youre in the hospital, Buff. Angelus replied in a silken voice. She tried to retort, but found that she couldn't form the words. Her mind would only focus on deliciously sinful thoughts of Angelus... in many positions. Angelus gave her a suggestive smirk as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. His eyes raked over her nearly nude form. She gulped and grabbed at the silk sheets. Angelus was faster, the sheets were yanked out of her grip, and she was left with nothing to cover herself with. Buffys cheeks flamed with embarrassment, as he once more took in her nearly revealed body, and felt more exposed under the heat of his gaze than what his smirk had intoned. Angelus then slowly climbed onto the bed and crawled on all fours towards her. She scooted back until she was pressed against the headboard. Angelus grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head. He captured her lips in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way into her reluctant mouth. Their tongues dueled roughly for several moments. When he finally pulled away, Buffy was left gasping desperately for air. Angelus nipped his way down her neck, grinning to himself as Buffy moaned and tried to free her hands when he bit down on her sensitive vein. Her body arched into his as he bit harder, he had yet to break the skin with his blunt teeth. Angelus worried the spot on her neck for several minutes, partaking delight in her every delicious mewl and keening cry of pleasure. Buffy was grinding herself against his leg, desperate to relieve the aching tension that he was creating in her core. He pulled back suddenly, he looked down at her thrashing form. Buffys eyes were screwed shut, and her lower lip of between her teeth. The scene before him had his dick throbbing in need. Angelus was not one to let himself go without. He released her hands for a second, grabbing them once more with one hand, positioning her arms above her head so that her luscious curves rubbed against him with her every breath. He trailed his hand down over her upraised arm, across her cheek, and then down over the curve of one lace covered breast. He roughly tweaked her nipple between the pads of his fingers, and Buffys eyes flew open in surprise as she arched against his touch. Angelus did it again, holding her gaze all the while. Buffy couldnt hold in the moan of half pain, and half pleasure. Angelus leaned forward and began to suckle on her breast through the flimsey material. He nipped and sucked until Buffy was mewling with need. She wanted to beg him, but she still couldnt seem to form the words. Angelus needed to taste her, so he snatched up a handful of the front of her teddy and tore. He made quick work of the black lace. The teddy landed in a tattered pile against the wall.

Buffy yanked her hands away from their position above her head, to thread her fingers through Angelus hair when he leaned down to take one painfully pebbled nipple into his mouth. His hand slithered down between them, teasing her moist folds with one long finger. He circled her clit, teasing her mercilessly, until she was arching and moaning, silently begging for release. Deciding that he wanted to hear her beg to cum, he allowed her to speak once more. As soon as words could once more form in her pleasured mind, Buffy cried out, Yessssss, oh god, please. Please what, Buff? In a hitched breath she answered, Please touch me, I need you to touch me. I need more. He circled his finger, that was soaked with her juices, around her clit once more. He then not so gently flicked her clit. She thrust up, desperately trying to get more contact. Make me cum! She fairly screamed when he brought her to the edge of ecstasy and left her there. Doing something he rarely did, Angelus took pity on his begging slayer. He slid two fingers in her tight channel and applied pressure to her sensitive nubbin. Buffy bowed off of the bed, her face contorted with the most exquisite pleasure until she collapsed back to the soft mattress. Angelus took a moment to admire Buffy at her most beautiful. His dick jumped in time with the quaking of the little blondes body. He decided that it was his turn. Angelus leather pants disappeared in a blink of the eye. He thrust into Buffys tight channel. She moaned as he seated himself fully inside her tight sheath, and set a brutal pace which any lesser woman would of cracked under the force. But Buffy wasnt a lesser woman, as much as Angelus was loathsome to admit it, she was his equal. That thought drove him to piston his hips even harder. Buffy met him thrust for thrust. Angelus grabbed her up and flipped her, thrusting into her from behind. When they both were quickly approaching release. Angelus reached around and pinched her clit. Buffy came, screeching his name. Angelus rammed his cock into her grasping core with two more brutal thrusts. When he too climaxed, he roared as his cool seed shot deep into her. Tiredly, they both collapsed onto the bed. Angelus slipped into game face and lunged for her exposed throat. He gorged himself on her potent blood. The coppery fluid was spiced with Buffys most resent climax, making it all that more delicious. He soon slowed his suckling. Between the blood loss and their forceful coupling, Buffy was barely conscious. She felt his teeth slip from her skin, and his body raise away from her as she passed out. Angelus rose from his now sleeping slayer, and his pants and shirt once more appeared upon his body. He glanced around the room, all of his changes faded back to their original places. Angelus took one more moment to admire the peaceful blonde. In an uncharacteristic show of caring, Angelus covered Buffys once more paper covered body. Without looking back Angelus strode out of the door. He smirked as he passed the sleeping form of Xander in a chair in the hall. Angelus exited the hospital unnoticed, nothing left of his brief visit but a bouquet of flowers in a trash bin. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Buffy slowly opened her eyes with the sun. She was surprised to feel weak, feverish, and sore. Her mind drifted to the night before, it could not have been real, it had to be a dream. She was sick this morning, Angelus couldnt have been able to make her well for the evening... could he? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A Devil's Will Chapter Five

***** Angelus was bored. It was the middle of the day and there was nothing to do. There weren't any people in the house to torture, toying Spike had quickly lost it's fun, and Dru was at the point of reminding him of why he had let her make and keep Rollerboy in the first place. He sat for a couple of minutes wondering what to do, when he turned over in bed and his eyes landed on the obsidian ring. A smile, that would have given the devil pause passed, curled over his lips as he reached for the ring. Angelus laid back in his bed thinking about what he wanted to do. Mindlessly as he was turning the ring over between his fingers he slipped it on his hand. "What to do, what to do," Angelus thought aloud. He went over some ideas in his head. Thinking of outfits, toys, and her disposition. Would she be sweet and virginal, passionate and wanton, submissive and docile, or wild and sexy? Not that she wasn't always sexy; it was a matter of what type of sexy. While Angelus was trying to sort through all the ways he could take his young slayer he failed to notice his door creaking open a small ways before closing again. He did however notice the hand that reached over his shoulder and started to trace the muscles of his upper body. Flipping over in bed, he could have came right there with the site that greeted him. His sweet innocent slayer was everything he could imagine at once. Buffy wore an almost sheer peasant top with three quarter sleeves that widened just after the elbow and a long soft skirt made of a light silky fabric that accented the curve of her hips perfectly with a slit clear up to her thigh. Her hair had soft curls in it that were piled loosely on the top of her head with stray strands of hair loose here and there. Around her neck was a pearl chocker with several stands, one above another. Angelus was quite certain he had never seen anything that beautiful. An outfit that would have looked a bit odd on anyone else she pulled off with amazing elegance. He immediately reached his hand up behind her head and pulled her closer for a passionate kiss.

The kiss continued heatedly for several minutes before Angelus made to pull Buffy into bed with him. But before he could have done so, she had pulled away looking even sexier with her faced flushed and her lips sinfully swollen. She gave Angelus a mischievous smile before she quickly turned around and was out the door. Angelus laid there for a moment trying to force reason on his lust-frenzied mind. He briefly gave thought to anger that she would dare just walk away, when away was clearly not where he wanted her. However that thought was dismissed almost before it was finished because the possibilities of the night had just became that much more intriguing. Quickly Angelus jumped out of bed and was out the door wearing nothing but a pair of slacks. Only it wasn't the factorys main room he stepped into. It was a forest. The soft ground was covered in rich grasses that were a little wet from dew. The moon was large and bright in the sky, illuminating everything. There were trees everywhere. He pivoted and saw the door was no longer behind him, but it didnt matter, not when he heard Buffy off to his right give a soft laugh. "What took you so long?" she asked in a soft seductive voice. "Do you think you should be the one complaining about being left to wait?" he inquired, raising a mocking brow. "I'll only keep you waiting as long as you let me," Buffy murmured with a mischievous smile. Angelus prowled towards Buffy with a predatory grace, like cat getting ready to pounce on an unsuspecting rodent, his voice husky when he looked down upon her. "Oh really?" "Really, all you have to do is catch me." Almost before she finished the sentence Angelus lunged for her, not wanting her to escape, however Buffy had been expecting that and twisted easily out of the way. With a tisk at him and a laugh she took off into the forest like a sprite with Angelus in hot pursuit. Buffy ran quickly through the trees occasionally ducking under low hanging branches laughing all the time. Angelus followed her, enjoying the chase, not really trying to catch her at the moment. Her laughter was infectious, turning him on as he continued to run after her diminutive form. Deeper and deeper into the night they went until the trees above were so close together they created a canap blocking the light of the moon making it so they had to rely on their senses as predators in order to keep from tripping or smashing into branches, trunks, and roots. The loss of the light made them go faster as though they had just entered into their true environment, like the big jungle cats finally being allowed to run loose in a forest for the first time in years after captivity. On and on they went, until Angelus caught up with her and tackled her onto the ground.

They rolled around on the ground before Angelus pinned Buffy on her back with her hands over her head clasped between one of his. Angelus smirked smugly on top of her squirming form. Without preamble Angelus captured her mouth, claiming his prize. After the long chase, she was panting making it easier for Angelus to slip his tongue into her willing mouth. After several seconds of just exploring the confines of her mouth, Buffys tongue met his for one last battle of dominance. Angelus slipped his hand between the slit of Buffy's skirt and pushed it aside. His hand trailed teasingly over her over her hypersensitive thigh. When his hand finally slipped between her legs Buffy pulled back with a gasp. Angelus leered cheerfully, when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. He lightly passed the tip of his finger of the very top of her clit. With each pass Buffy took in another gulp of air. It was the equivalent to being dropped in cold water, but infinitely more pleasant. After several minutes he pushed his finger gently into her tight welcoming heat. Slipping them in and out gently, it was her plaintive arching of her hips that had him picking up the pace until his hand was moving as fast as it could. Buffy knew that if he didn't stop soon she would suffocate from lack of oxygen due to the fact that her body hadn't been allowed to rest. Just when she thought that she couldn't take anymore Angelus rubbed the pad of his thumb over her distended clitoris. Buffy came hard, screaming his name, her inner muscles clenching Angelus fingers inside her trying in vain to keep him there. Angelus released her hands, slid off of her a bit so his full body weight was no longer resting on her and gave her time to catch her breath, while he removed her shirt. Realizing his intent Buffy gently pulled away and sat up. Buffy took the hem of the shirt and began to pull it over her head when Angelus stopped her. He lifted it up enough to reveal her mouth but left the rest covering her nose and eyes and holding her hands in place. After Angelus had thoroughly kissed her lips he laid her back down before whispering in her ear for her to say still. Looking up Angelus saw the silk rope he wanted already tied to the base of one of the trees. He got up towards the rope and tied her hands to it after deciding to remove the top after all. While taking off the top Angelus revealed an elegant lacy black corset. For the time being Angelus decided to keep that but to divest her of her skirt. Once she was naked save the corset Angelus stood back to admire her body. The night air coupled with his hot lust-filled stare caused her to shiver, her nipples pebbling deliciously. Deciding he had waited enough Angelus quickly removed his pants. He crawled up her body using his thigh to spread her legs before slamming home. Angelus started thrusting in a slow and methodical fashion, determined to stimulate every nerve in her pussy. Whenever he would feel her steaming walls tighten around his shaft he would stop just long enough to postpone her orgasm a bit longer. Finally when she could take no more she begged, "Please."

"Who am I?" Angelus demanded, not sure why he felt he needed to clarify this point. "What?" "Who am I? Angelus growled concentrating on his thrusts, slowing them to an almost nonexistent speed. "You're Angel," Buffy replied without dwelling too much on it. She was concentrating on the feeling between her thighs. At that Angelus stopped altogether. Buffy gave a shout of frustration and tried to move her hips just so to make him move or to somehow pleasure herself. "Look at me," Angelus commanded in a dangerous voice. As far as he was concerned thinking about his soul in bed with her was worse than thinking about another man with her. Buffy still consumed with lust did as she was told. "I am not Angel. I am Angelus." "Okay," she huffed frustrated, feeling that this was the wrong time to be talking when he grabbed her nipple and twisted hard. Buffy gave a pained whimper. "Say it." "Youre Angelus," she said no longer trying to pull away for his tight grip had turned gentle and he was now massaging her nipple between his fingers. "Good. Now you wanted something." "Oh God yes." "And what would that be," said Angelus after he resumed a steady pace. "Harder, please, make me cum." "Say the whole thing now," said Angelus with an evil smile. "Damnit just fuck me Angelus," Buffy growled warningly, now completely against talking during sex. Giving that classic Angelus grin, he picked up the pace. Between the waiting and chasing, and the effort of moving so slow, coupled the effect being buried inside her, he knew he wouldn't last long. Buffy came three times screaming herself hoarse when Angelus felt the tightening of his balls signaling his coming release. Wanting her to come once more with him Angelus began to thrust with earnest. Slipping his hand between their bodies Angelus worried her clit with his fingers while at the same time his face transformed into his vampire visage. He bent down and bit

gently into her shoulder causing the strongest of her orgasms for the night and signaling his own. As he shot his cool seed into her womb he continued to gently lap at the wound. When he pulled back he saw that she had fallen unconscious. Angelus took a minute to admire her flushed body. She had her hands still above her head wearing a corset that had allowed both of her breasts to overflow the top sometime during their lovemaking. Angelus repositioned the corset stood up and thought of Buffy back to where ever she had been before she came to him in what ever she had been wearing, except wearing the corset underneath. A memento for her to find, like the bite and bruises that would also so be present. Angelus turned and was back in his room. He slipped the ring off and put it back on his nightstand going back to sleep. Across town Buffy was in her room staring with horror at the corset she'd thrown hysterically on the floor as though it were infected with some disease. Scarier than the corset was the satisfied ache between her legs making her knees tremble with something besides fear.