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Angelus dropped the old man he had just drained and wiped the blood from his lips. There was something different about the taste--not diseased or drugged and not altogether bad--but unusual.
A sound from farther down the alley attracted his attention and he looked up to see Drusilla skipping towards him, swinging a bloodless arm. Recently she had taken to dismembering arms and sucking them dry like a human would eat a chicken leg.
He tolerated it as someone who just didn't give a shit tolerated something.
As she neared, Drusilla smiled, her face returning to human. Blood stained her lips and cheeks. She was a messy eater.
Suddenly Angelus felt a stirring in his cock, which he found a little odd. The sight of Drusilla rarely aroused him. Oh, he could get it up and enjoyed fucking her, mostly to piss off Spike, but she personally did little for him anymore.
Still, his cock rose, becoming painfully erect as he smelled her feminine essence.
Drusilla stopped in front of him and tossed the arm over her shoulder, smiling wickedly.
Before he could even think, Angelus grabbed her and flung her against the nearest wall, following her to press her to the rough brick.
"My Angel?" she whimpered, looking up into his demonic eyes.
Grinding himself against her, Angelus kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, as his hands grabbed her hips.
Helpless, Drusilla responded, sliding her arms around his neck. As he began to yank her dress up around her hips, she squirmed and pulled back, her brow furled in question. "Um, Angel? Should we go home?"
Still vamped out, he growled lustily, "No time."
A look of panic crossed her face and she glanced down the alley. "Anyone could see us," she whispered puritanically.
"Don't give a shit." Nearly ripping open his pants, Angelus freed his rampaging cock. It actually hurt! Shoving Drusilla higher, he impaled her on his cock, gripping her by the ass and moving her in sharp jerks.
Drusilla moaned and whined as the back of her dress and her tender skin tore against the rough wall. Vainly, she tried to hang onto him as he slammed his cock inside her.
One shoe fell off, then the other as Angelus lifted her higher until her feet were off the ground. She squirmed, trying to get him to lower her, but he ignored her.
"You're hurting me," she whined.
"Take it bitch," he growled back, slamming her harder against the wall.
Drusilla began to whimper and covered her eyes with her trembling hands. "Not here, he's not here being a meany," she mumbled.
With a vicious pounding of his cock in her tender pussy, Angelus came, roaring in relief. Draining his cock, he pumped a few more times, then pulled out of her, dropping her into a heap at his feet.
Reaching down, he pulled up his pants only to discover that his cock was still rock hard. Shrugging, he carefully fastened his pants, willing his erection to go away, then glanced down at Drusilla. She was rocking, her arms wrapped around her knees.
"Meany bad daddy," she mumbled over and over.
Sighing, yet feeling absolutely no remorse, Angelus reached down and pulled her to her feet and against his side. He helped her put her shoes back on then began to lead her down the alley, arm around her waist. "C'mon Dru, let's go get something else to eat, something young and pretty."
"Don't like you."
"I promise, you can come next time," he sighed.
"You always say that." Drusilla began to pout, but let him lead her towards the Bronze.
As they neared the club, Angel's still erect cock began to hurt again. He was baffled. Yes, vampire males could sustain erections and become erect again quickly after orgasm...but this was ridiculous.
Growing rapidly restless, he glanced down at Drusilla and saw her warily eyeing the bulge in his black leather pants. Maybe a quick blowjob...
Dragging Drusilla behind a dumpster, he shoved her to her knees, towering over her. She began to whimper again, but didn't try to struggle as his hands tangled in her hair.
"Take my dick out, Dru, and suck it good, baby," he groaned.
Her lower lip trembled and she gave him a pouty look. "Just knew I wouldn't get to come next."
"Do it, Dru," Angel ordered hoarsely.
Unfastening his pants, Drusilla watched his cock pop free and gave it a puzzled look. Her Angel had come--the evidence was oozing out of her and down her legs. As he pulled her head towards his groin, she gave a resigned sigh and opened her mouth.
At the sight of her on her knees, mouth open, Angelus' cock leapt and jerked. Dragging her closer, he thrust inside her cold mouth, forcing her to take his whole cock. Feeling her lips close around him and begin to suck, he grunted and thrust again. After only a few thrusts, Angelus gave up on wanting her to suck him and began to fuck her mouth, pounding his cock down her throat.
In retaliation, Drusilla dug her sharp nails into his ass, but it didn't seem to bother him. Her jaw and throat began to hurt, but still he thrust, his balls slapping against her chin and his stomach hitting her nose.
This was nasty and she didn't like it!
Suddenly, with a loud grunt, he came again, filling her mouth with his sticky stuff. Making a face, Drusilla swallowed, then yanked her head free from his shaking hands. Stumbling to her feet, she wiped her mouth and glared at Angelus.
He slumped against the dumpster, trembling from release and staring stunned at his still hard cock. "Damn it!"
Drusilla looked down, saw he was still hard and whimpered, then bolted down the alley. "Nooooo."
"Dru, come back," Angelus yelled, then muttered, "Stupid bitch." Refastening his pants--and groaning as he stuffed his still hungry dick away--he started after her, then saw a familiar pair of girls exit the Bronze and head towards the park.
Grinning, he followed them, keeping to the shadows. As they neared a copse of trees, Angelus pounced, moving so quickly that neither girl could do anything to stop him. Knocking one out, he used his belt to bind the other girl's hands behind her back around a small, but sturdy tree.
Cordelia whimpered and began to scream. Ripping her blouse off her, Angelus stuffed it in her mouth, quickly tieing it around her head. Tears flooded down her cheeks, but he ignored her, turning to the unconscious redhead.
Nearly mindless with lust, Angelus tore open the front of her blouse and yanked it away from her little breasts. They gleamed in the moonlight and he licked his lips.
A small part of him wanted to spend some time sucking those little, pink nipples, but his unruly pecker had another idea in mind. Yanking Willow's skirt up, Angel quickly pulled her panties down around her ankles and knelt between her spread legs.
Willow began to stir, moaning. One eye opened, blinked, then she screamed. Clamping one heavy hand across her mouth, Angelus used the other to free his throbbing dick. Willow struggled weakly, but he quickly pinned her down, leaning forward until his chest pressed against her breasts.
Tears leaked down her face and her eyes pleaded with him.
With a growl of hunger, Angelus buried his cock in her tight pussy. He heard her moan and whimper, but ignored her as his body took control, pounding her lithe body into the ground.
Willow couldn't believe this was happening to her. He was hurting her unprepared body with his big, savage cock. As he thrust faster, her eyes closed and she imagined him on his knees, begging her to thrust her own cock up his little ass.
He'd pay for this!
Howling, Angelus came again, thrusting hard and fast and filling Willow with his cum. Feeling him finish, Willow opened her eyes and glared up at him, blinking away the remaining tears as anger flooded her.
Angelus raised off her, still holding his hand over her mouth and they both stared at his cock. It was still rock hard and twitching.
Willow's brows drew together. He had come. She had enough experience with vampire males to know that they tended to soften after coming, if only for a little while.
Angelus howled and reached with both hands for his aching member.
Taking advantage of her mouth being free, Willow began to curse him. "You cocksucking, son of a bitching, mother fucking..."
As if flicking a flea, he slapped her, knocking her back into unconsciousness. Growling as lust surged through him again, he turned to stare at Cordelia. At the sight of both his demonic countenance and his erection, the girl's eyes widened in horror and she shook her head wildly.
Shoving Willow's limp body out of the way, Angelus crawled the few feet to Cordelia, his cock waving in the slight breeze. It only made it harder...
Cordelia sat against the tree, her hands at the base, behind her back. She babbled unintelligibly against the gag.
Stumbling to his feet, trying not to trip over his pants, Angelus yanked the gag down and filled her open mouth with his dick. "Suck it, cheerleader. I just know you must give good head," he groaned, thrusting into her heat.
Helpless, Cordelia sucked, hoping this would end quickly and praying that he wouldn't kill them.
As her lips closed around his cock, Angelus closed his eyes and leaned his hands and head against the tree, hoping this would do it, that her hungry mouth would satisfy his pounding need.
Unconsciously, his hips began to thrust, stabbing his cock deeper into her experienced mouth. Her tongue swirled around his extra-sensitive skin and he grunted and thrust, his mind blanking. All that existed was his pecker and her mouth.
Digging his fingers into the bark of the tree, he drove her head back, thrusting his cock into her throat. He heard her gasping and choking and didn't care as the painful need drove him on.
Three more hard thrusts and he came, spilling his semen down her throat. Coming actually hurt and he pulled his cock out, spurting the last few drops onto her face.
Sagging, Cordelia gasped for air, her head swimming.
"FUCK."
At his curse, Cordelia tried to look up. All she saw was his cock, thrusting even higher and harder. How?
Falling to his knees, desperate now, Angelus untied the belt from around the tree, then flung Cordelia onto her knees. Since her hands were still tied behind her, she cracked her chin on the ground and groaned pitifully.
Yanking her back towards him, Angelus shoved her skirt up and yanked her panties down. He barely even noticed her young, curvaceous ass. He needed to fuck, just fuck and keep on fucking.
Shoving her down, he grabbed his cock, hissing at the pain, then spread her ass cheeks and drove forward.
Cordelia yelled. No one had ever fucked her there and it hurt. Crying, she cringed, trying to press herself into the ground.
Thrusting his dick fully into her anal passage, Angelus gripped her ass and pulled back, hissing and groaning as his cock was rubbed nearly raw by her tight, dry channel.
He thrust again, ignoring her sobbing and whimpering, then began a hard, fast rhythm. Maybe this would do it. Maybe she was tight enough here to make him come for the last time.
Feeling another come building, Angelus did nothing to delay it, plunging into her slowly stretching flesh. Yelling, he came yet again. Hurting and angry and frustrated, he pounded Cordelia into the ground, until she was nearly unconscious from pain and fear.
Yanking his cock free, Angelus moaned and whimpered. It was still hard and hurting even more. Pulling up his pants, he fled down the path.
Holding his pants loosely closed, he limped onward, mindlessly trying to find some relief. Not paying any attention to his surroundings, Angelus nearly fell over someone slumped in a swing.
"Wha...?" the figure mumbled. He reeked of booze. Vaguely, Angelus' brain recognized him, but his cock saw him as only one more thing to fuck.
Lifting the drunk boy, Angelus turned him and flung him across the swing on his stomach. Yanking down his running pants and letting his own pants fall to his knees, Angelus aimed his bright red cock at the flat male ass.
Male, female, he didn't give a shit. Swinging the muttering boy towards him, he impaled him on his cock.
Xander shrieked like a girl as the monster dick tore into his tender virgin ass. He tried to get up from the swing he was draped over, but he was pinned down and just too damn drunk.
Great, his first sexual experience was a cock up the ass...It felt strangely cold...
Grunting and setting the swing moving, Angelus thrust harder, pounding his cock. A part of him felt really good about this, as if he had long thought this needed to be done. The majority of him didn't care. The ass could have been a sheep's...
Jerking the boy back, Angelus ground down, muttering under his breath, "Gotta come, gotta come, come, come, come, come..."
Yelling, he did just that, flooding Xander's ass to overflowing. Xander just moaned, laying there, not moving, as cum dribbled out of him.
A tear of frustration leaked out of Angelus' eye as his dick remained a rock. Pulling up his pants again, he took off, heading for the cemetery, hoping to find the one person who might be able to help him.
He found Buffy sitting on a tombstone, waiting for him.
"Where have you..." She was interrupted by Angelus knocking her off the tombstone and sending them both to the dirt. The breath knocked out of her, she stared wildly up at her lover, shocked at the look of hunger on his demonic face.
Feeling his cock thrusting against her thigh, she squirmed and he howled. Shoving himself to his knees, Angelus ripped her skirt off and, finding her naked beneath it, lifted her and impaled her.
"Ow," she yelped as her head banged on the ground. Pushing at his arms which were braced at her hips, she groaned. "Ever hear of foreplay?" she growled petulantly as Angelus pumped into her.
Frowning at him, Buffy sighed and lay back, letting him pound into her pussy. She wasn't quite sure what the strange mood he was in was all about, but sometimes it was just better to go along with it till it played out.
"Yes, fuck yes, tight, hot, good, cunt, fuck, gotta come, again and again, fuck you, cunt, ass, throat, all, gotta fuck you, forever if, forever maybe, fuck you, my bitch, my bitch queen," he babbled.
"Insane much?" Buffy muttered.
Howling in intense pain, Angelus came, spewing his semen inside her grasping pussy, pumping hard and over and over again, babbling the word 'fuck' as he churned inside her.
Slumping onto Buffy, Angelus gasped and grunted, then began to weep in relief. His cock was softening.
A little disgusted by the typical display of machismo and the unreal after orgasm tears, Buffy shoved his limp body off of her and clamored to her feet. Angelus rolled onto his back, laughing and crying hysterically.
"Uh, hope you enjoyed that," she said, nudging his hip with her foot. "Do I get to come?" Angelus just laughed harder and Buffy grabbed her torn skirt, tying it around her hips. "Maybe I don't want to come," she mumbled and hurried away from him.
Laying in the dirt, pants around his knees, very sore dick finally resting limp between his legs, Angelus stared at the moon, slowly calming down.
The truth finally hit him. The strange taste in the old man's blood. It could only be one thing.
"Viagra. Fucking Viagra. It could well be the death of us." That sent him off into more hysterical laughter as he curled into a trembling ball.
The End