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For my muse who wanted Whistler fic and I'll do anything to give her a happy.
"Excuse me?" the former May Queen asked, her eyebrows raised, her voice shrill.
Pacing in front of her was a demon in the shape of a little man dressed in the ugliest of 1950s mafia wear--red plaid jacket, cream colored polyester knit shirt, brown pants, brown hat, bi-colored shoes. Cordelia shuddered inside just looking at him.
Whistler never stopped pacing and didn't seem to be able to look at her. "To stop the very nasty demon from entering our dimension, we have to perform this ritual," he explained as if explaining to a two year old.
"I got that much," she snapped. "Explain to me how come we have to have sex."
"It's part of the ritual." He stopped pacing, looked at her, flushed, and resumed pacing, making big circles in the main room of the warehouse loft. "It's the only way to stop it. A demon in the form of a man must have sexual intercourse with a mortal woman of...some experience and both partners have to reach um fulfillment."
His attempt at delicacy earned him a loud snort from the perturbed brunette. "Uh huh. And you can't find any other woman? Just go hire a hooker."
"Look, we have twenty minutes before the gate opens. I just got the message as I was on my way here. I don't even have time to get down to Sunset to find a hooker. Just go along with this."
"Why can't I do it with Angel," Cordelia whined.
Whistler stopped pacing and stared at her. "One, he's not here. Two, he has a happy--though I find that a highly unlikely prospect--and you wake up to Angelus pounding you into the mattress."
A momentary look of intrigue crossed Cordelia's face, then she frowned and heaved a huge sigh. "Okay. But, we tell NO ONE."
"Who would I tell?"
Snorting again, Cordelia stomped into her bedroom, muttering under her breath about the weird things she found herself doing to save the world. Stopping at her bed, she turned to face Whistler and crossed her arms over her chest, giving him a 'get on with it' look.
Whistler sighed and began to undress. Cordelia made the grand concession of kicking off her sandals, then perched on the edge of the bed, staring at him. As he pulled off his trousers and rose back to his full height, revealing his naked body, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.
"What?" he asked defensively, glancing down at the erection he'd had since he'd watched her lycra clad ass bounce into the bedroom. "I know it's not huge."
"Huh? Wh...what? Oh...my...God..."
"I know, I get laughed at in all the locker rooms in Hell. Can we just get on with it," he snapped, tossing his hat across the room.
"You think...that's small?" Cordelia's mind was still boggling.
He gave her an exasperated look. "Compared to most demons, yeah. I'm small all over."
A rush of intense lust hit Cordelia and she rose, yanking her clothes off as fast as she could. "Have you ever seen a naked male mortal?"
"Hey, unlike some demons, I don't swing that way, babe," he said quickly, laying back on the pillows and eying her gorgeous nude body with growing hunger.
"What is that? Nine, ten inches?"
"Ten." He sighed.
Naked, Cordelia crawled onto the bed, her eyes fixated on the long, thick penis of the little demon. It definitely was not in proportion and she licked her lips in eager anticipation as her pussy grew damp with lust. Straddling his hips, she carefully ran her hand over his cock, her long fingers barely able to encircle it at its thickest point.
"Oh, Whistler...you could have any girl you wanted..."
"Huh?" He gave her a totally baffled look, then groaned as she bent and ran her tongue over the tip of his penis, sucking in the drips of pre-cum.
"Most human guys are much smaller. There are some this size, some bigger, but none I've ever known."
He stared at her, then groaned as she undulated her wet pussy against him. His hands grabbed her hips and squeezed her ass.
Splaying her hands on his chest, Cordelia leaned down to suck at the pulse point in his neck, rubbing her nipples over his warm, hard skin, and thrusting her clit against his cock, making both of them twitch and moan.
"We...got fifteen minutes, tops," Whistler gasped, his hands moving to her breasts to tweak her nipples into hard nubs. "I hope I can come that quick."
Cordelia broke into a huge grin, raised her hips and wedged his cock inside her. Slowly, with a loud moan of pleasure, she sank down, driving him as deeply as he could go. As she began to rise and fall, Whistler drew her breasts to his mouth, sucking on one nipple, then the other, nibbling and biting until she was slamming against him and squeezing her vaginal muscles around his cock.
Her eyes closed, her fingers digging into his shoulders, Cordelia rubbed her clit against the base of his cock on every downward thrust, moving faster and faster as her climax approached.
Suddenly, Whistler rolled them. Hooking her legs over his arms, he thrust hard, going deeper, driving as fast as he could. Cordelia began to keen as her hips bounced, meeting each thrust. Pushing her knees back to her chest, he pounded harder, sweat pouring off of him, knowing that they were on limited time, and both needed to come.
Cordelia grabbed her knees, spreading herself wide open, her legs on either side of her head. With every thrust, he filled her more, stretching her like she had never been stretched before. Her clit felt like it was on fire and she couldn't breathe, as their bodies pounded together.
With a harsh cry, her body went stiff, then exploded into shudders as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Feeling her inner juices coating his churning cock, Whistler felt the answering tightening in his balls and sighed in relief. Grunting loudly, he spilled himself into her, filling her to overflowing with his hot seed.
His body shaking in pleasure, he collapsed on top of Cordelia, letting her legs slide down on either side of him, his head pillowed on her trembling breasts.
"Did we stop it?" she mumbled, dazed from the intensity of her release.
Whistler glanced at the clock. Four minutes until midnight. "Just barely. I'm sorry I came off so fast," he muttered, chagrined.
"Huh? Whistler, have you EVER had sex with a mortal woman?"
"Yeah...they do seem to like it."
Cordelia began to giggle, then her eyes widened as she felt his cock expanding inside of her again. "Oh my...I think I know why." Wrapping her legs and arms around him, she arched her hips up, driving him to her hot core.
Their mouths met in a hungry kiss as their lust renewed. They were quickly slamming together, their hands sliding over sweat-slicked bodies, as they trembled and groaned in pleasure.
Changing positions twice, they fucked for twenty minutes until Cordelia was groaning in near painful lust. Gripping the bars of the headboard, on her knees, she bucked back against him, smacking her ass against his hard pelvis. As her fourth orgasm snapped through her, she yelled loudly and slumped forward, exhausted.
Howling in ecstasy, Whistler came, jerking his cock inside her for several minutes as his semen flooded her. Gasping for breath, he pulled out of her and watched a little stupefied as his cum ran down her legs, mixing with her own juices. As she sank to her stomach, he toppled over onto his back and blinked his eyes around the dimly lit room.
A low growl of frustration came from the doorway. "If I'd known you were going to perform the ritual, I wouldn't have endured the worst fuck of my life with a probably diseased whore," Angel growled, then stomped out of the room.
"I guess...he didn't...get a happy," Cordelia gasped out, giggling from intense pleasure and the image of Angel boinking a bored hooker.
"How 'bout you, Delia?"
Rolling slowly onto her side, her body tingling with sensation, she ran her hand over his heaving chest. "Oh yeah, very happy."
End