CoF - Laure Alexander - TEAOW&S - The End: The Darkness

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, semi-non-consensual sex
PAIRINGS: Spike/Angelus, Willow/Angelus
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
DEDICATION: This chapter is dedicated to Peygan who made me giggle with a theory on my posting schedule and keeps encouraging me to post faster. :)
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As Angel moved around her, lighting candles and illuminating the room, Willow stared blankly at the massive bed draped in crimson silk. An eerie calm settled over her, so that when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, she didn't flinch.

"Why do you want me?" she whispered, her eyes still focused on the middle of the bed.

One of Angel's hands drifted up to cup a breast through the soft wool, and his thumb flicked across her nipple. "I don't really know," he finally replied. "At first, it was a way to hurt Buffy, then it was a way to hurt Spike, and finally...it was just you."

He ignored her question. "That Spike fell in love with you isn't much of a surprise. That boy has always had too much of a heart for a real demon. But Drusilla...She hates humans. She toys with them, tortures them, and eats them alive. I have never seen her touch a human with true tenderness...until you. So, what is it about you, Willow, that makes a mad demoness love you?"

He continued to fondle her breast gently, listening to her heart rate increase as desire spawned in the pit of her stomach. "Maybe. But, she hates Buffy even more now that she knows I love her. One would think she'd hate you for stealing her lover from her."

Willow squirmed slightly in his embrace, her face turning pink as his touch brought her the beginnings of pleasure. Stiffening, she tried to control her breathing.

"Are you sure about that?" His other hand slipped over her trembling stomach, and he smiled at the heat emanating from between her legs.

Willow grabbed his creeping hand before it could press against her swiftly dampening mound. "You're an expert lover, Angelus. You could wring a response from a statue. But, just because I'll get off on you fucking me, doesn't mean I want you."

Angel's hands tightened on her and he growled low in his chest in frustrated anger.

"And that's what you really want, isn't it," Willow continued a bit gleefully. "It's not enough that Buffy craves your touch so much she'll do anything for you, or that Dru loves you, and even Spike enjoys you in bed. You have to have it all."

"Yeah, I do." Spinning her around, he caught her shoulders in his big hands. "I don't know why I want you. You're cute and smart, not to mention bitchy, which I like in a girl, but you're not a super model, and your eternal devotion to my favorite childe grows old really fast. But, it really doesn't matter why I want you, Willow. What matters is that I have you." With a sudden movement he lifted her off her feet, making her squeak. "Which I do." He tossed her on the bed and pounced after her, straddling her body and leaning down to face her.

One calloused thumb brushed across the multitude of scars encircling her neck and Angel murmured, "There's nothing more beautiful than a well-marked woman."

Her pallor quickly turned to the red of humiliation. The scars were not for him to see, to touch, to claim. As his tongue lapped across the newest one below her ear, she whimpered. Without the collar, her neck felt...wrong. Naked.

"I've been dreaming about tasting you. They say a bonded woman tastes richer, hotter, and of her lover. Do you taste like Spike?" As he whispered the last question in her ear, Angel grazed the lobe with his blunt teeth, sending a shiver through her. "Soon you will taste like me and Darla and Nest and every master of our line, all the way back to Aurelius himself. It's heady stuff, Willow."

Raising his head to look down into her fear-filled eyes he casually asked, "Have you tasted my childe?"

Sitting up, Angel pulled his shirt over his head and negligently tossed it aside. At the sight of his broad, bare chest, Willow swallowed convulsively and looked away. His hand around her chin forced her eyes back to him.

"No pretending, Willow." His thumb brushed across her trembling lips. "I am your sire, your master, your fucking god, not him."

"Which is a good thing since you were always meant to be mine." Swooping down, he covered her lips with his in a possessive, hungry kiss.

After several minutes of Angel's tongue thrusting into her mouth and his lips twisting on hers, Willow began to feel devoured. His heavy body pressed her into the firm mattress beneath her and sucked the air from her lungs, leaving her gasping helplessly. Her hands found his shoulders and she pushed feebly until he lifted his head and grinned down at her. Willow drew in sharp breaths of air and stared dully up at him.

Angel shifted his torso slightly to the side, giving her more breathing room, and lightly stroked her pale cheek. "Sometimes I forget how delicate you humans are." His fingers trailed down her neck to fiddle with the scoop neck of her dress. "So breakable..." His head dipped and his mouth found the warm, perspiration-slicked valley between her breasts.

"Not delicate," Willow panted, shifting her gaze to the ceiling as he pulled the dress aside to lick along the curve of her breast. "Just need to breathe."

"For now," he buzzed against her sensitive skin, making her gasp at both the statement and the sensation.

Sitting back on his heels, Angel pulled her with him and wriggled the hem of her dress out from beneath her. She sat limp and still for the several minutes it took for him to tug the garment up her body and over her head. He then reached back and pulled off her shoes, tossing them over the side of the bed. Scowling at her, he shoved her back down. "Passive resistence pisses me off, Willow."

"I promised not to resist. I never said I'd help," she mumbled, squeezing her hands into fists at her sides.

Angel rolled his eyes and peeled off his pants. He watched her flush as her gaze involuntarily slipped to his hard cock. Smirking, he stroked it languidly, pulling on the head until it became slick with his own emissions. He watched her nostrils flare as the scent of his arousal mingled with her own growing one.

Slithering back over her, Angel settled between Willow's thighs, spreading them wider with his hips. She frowned, but bent her knees, lessening the strain on her unwilling muscles. Propped on one hand, Angel fondled her breasts for a few minutes, then slid his hand down her stomach and into the nest of curls between her thighs.

"Fine, if you don't want to play, you can do all the work." As he snarled at her, he grabbed her arm and jerked her across him.

"No," she denied him, shaking her head and trying to pull away from him. He caught her hips and lifted her above him, forcing her to straddle his stomach.

At the persistent pushing of his cock against her lower back, Willow reddened and squirmed.

Chuckling, Angel cupped her breasts, then pinched her nipples, making her cry out in surprised pleasure.

"Oh, yeah, you like that," he murmured, rolling the stiff nubbins against the rough pads of his fingertips. "The pain arouses you." He smacked one hand down on her hip and she jerked, biting into her lower lip as heat flooded her. "Fuck me, Willow," he ordered, his voice husky with lust.

"Nuhhh...no," she forced out, and he spanked her again, harder, leaving a bright red hand print on the curve of her bottom. Willow pressed her hands against his chest to brace herself and squeezed her eyes shut.

Angel grunted. "Lift your hips." When she refused to do so, he growled and grabbed her waist, jerking her off his stomach and causing her to dangle in the air. She gasped and dug her fingernails into him as she lost her balance. "If you don't guide me in, it's going to hurt."

As Willow opened her eyes, tears of frustration leaked from them and she reached down to encircle his cock with her hand. Angel grunted in approval and lowered her slowly, forcing her to let him inside. When he was fully seated in her wet heat, he released her and stretched his hands over his head.

Swallowing convulsively, Willow felt her inner muscles clamp down against her will, and fresh tears poured from her. His cock throbbed inside her, pressing against her most sensitive spots and sending bursts of lightning through her, and she began to pant softly.

The unwanted desire grew too much and slowly she lifted her hips and began to rock against him.

From beneath hooded eyes, Angel watched the anger, hatred, frustration and humiliation cross her face, and smiled. Furious, obstinate, bitchy...she was a wonder.

As she began to move faster, thrusting her hips down onto him, he forced his body to remain still. His lust increased with each slap of flesh on flesh, but he wanted to teach her a lesson. If she'd only responded, he would have made love to her, turning her at the height of her ecstasy.

Willow knew what he was doing and hated him even more. He wanted her participating fully, and her body, so well trained for pleasure and pain, was obeying his wishes. She wished she had the courage to tear the evil glint of amusement and lust from his eyes.

But, all she did was fuck him harder, driving her aching clit against the base of his thick cock with each thrust of her hips. Sweat slid down her body and she closed her eyes again, arching her head back and moaning as her need spread from deep inside her womb to every nerve in her body.

Suddenly, on an upswing, her orgasm hit, and, braced above him, she quivered, then cried out and slammed down on him, as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

As she shuddered atop him, Angel clasped her hips in his big hands and smoothly rolled them. Settling between her sprawled legs, he braced himself above her and thrust deeply. His cool, hard chest brushed teasingly against her aching nipples, and Willow whimpered and squirmed beneath him. Her hips arched to his, driving him deeper, and her passion blossomed anew.

As her vaginal muscles began to ripple along his throbbing cock, Angel lowered his head and captured one of her nipples between his teeth. He nipped and she yelped, arching her back and grabbing the back of head, pressing his mouth to her breast.

Willow's knees rose and rubbed against his sides, then her legs slipped around his thighs and she began to move with him, rocking their bodies together. Panting harshly, she dragged her free hand down his back, her fingernails scraping along his spine and sending shudders of pleasure through him.

Angel retaliated by suckling lightly at her nipples, alternating from one to the other. As she approached the peak of pleasure, he lifted his head, breaking the contact and making her cry out in frustration. Willow pulled her hand away from his head and wriggled it between their bodies, finding her slippery clit and rubbing it until she gasped and bucked against him.

Trailing hard kisses up her body, Angel smirked in delight as Willow rolled her head to the side, baring her neck for him. He latched onto her heated flesh, sucking strongly, bruising her with his hunger.

As he felt her climax again, shaking and clenching around his cock, he pounded into her and growled into her neck as he came.

Willow mewled and arched to him, reveling in the pleasure flowing through her and the feeling of his cool semen bathing her hot womb. As he continued to move in her with slow, shallow thrusts, she gasped weakly and forced her eye open.

Angel lifted his head and morphed, his fangs dripping saliva on her quickly paling face.

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Laure Alexander - lara@sunflower.com

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