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Willow woke slowly, her head spinning, her body feeling heavy and languid. Opening her eyes, she blinked into the gloom. A lone lamp was lit across the room. What furniture she could see was dark and massive.
Shifting slightly, she realized that she lay on satin sheets...and that she was naked. Gasping, Willow scrambled to her knees and then started at the sound of a chair scraping on the floor across the room.
Out of the darkness he came, tall and dark, wearing only black leather pants.
"What do you want?" she asked, fighting through her fear of him.
"Time to keep your promise, little Willow."
She shook her head wildly and flung herself from the bed, not sure where she was going, just trying to escape.
Angel caught her before she got more than a few feet, sweeping her up against his hard, cold body. Willow struggled futilely, her little fists pounding on his chest until he laughed.
"Such resistance. And here you promised to come willingly."
He seemed amused. It only made tears spring to her eyes as her mind flew out of control. Willow screamed hysterically.
Angel's slap stunned her and sent her to her knees. The tears exploded from her and she fell farther, curling into a ball, terror overwhelming her.
"Well, now, this just is no fun at all," Angel said in disgust, nudging her hip with his bare foot.
Finally something filtered through the morass of terrifying images in her mind. "Spike," Willow whispered.
Growling, Angel reached down and hauled her to her feet, his fingers slipping beneath the leather choker around her throat. "You're my bitch now, Willow." Jerking her closer, he swooped down and kissed her with violent passion.
Helpless, Willow clutched at his arms, afraid that she'd fall and he'd snap her neck. As his lips bruised hers, the leather dug into the tender skin of her throat, chafing it as it was never meant to do.
She gasped for air as he released her mouth. Her whole body trembled and her eyes were wide and dark as they looked at the smirk on his face.
Angel's fingers tightened, twisted and suddenly tore the choker apart. Willow moaned at the burning pain and one of her hands went to her abraded throat. She watched as he dangled the embroidered leather band in front of her eyes.
"I told you this meant nothing to me." He tossed it over his shoulder.
Pulling away from him, Willow backed up until she hit the wall, only to have Angel follow, stalking her until he pressed against her.
"Convenient," he murmured.
"Spike," she choked out.
Angel raised one hand and ran his forefinger down her trembling face and over her lips. "You think I killed him, don't you."
Horrified, too stunned to even imagine a world without Spike, Willow nodded.
Angel smirked and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Maybe if you're a good little whore, I'll tell you if he's dust or not."
"If...he's dead..." She couldn't finish it; her mind couldn't accept it.
Heaving a large sigh of disgust, Angel slid his hands around her back and cupped her ass, grinding her against his erection. "Oh, alright, I can see you're just going to be pitiful. Of course he's alive. The last thing I want is for you to go nuts...Well, until I can drive you there myself."
A tremor of distaste, fear and relief ran through Willow and she blinked the tears away from her eyes. Spike was alive.
"You...you'll pay for this."
Angel laughed and rubbed against her. "A threat from the mouse? What? Do you think he'll do anything? That he'll avenge this indignity?" As he mocked her, one hand slid around between them and dived between her legs, fondling her shrinking flesh. "What? Not sopping wet for moi?"
"Bastard," Willow hissed, struggling again.
Sighing, Angel picked her up and tossed her on her back onto the bed. "You know, this is going to get old real fast. Of all of you good little slayerettes, I thought you would be the one to keep your word." He knelt over her, straddling her squirming body and pinning her down.
Willow hit out at him and Angel grabbed her hands, pinning them on either side of her head. "Why should I keep my word to a monster?"
"You dishonor him by fighting me, little bitch," Angel growled.
"He'd want me to fight," she said in a faltering voice.
Angel caught the uncertainty in her voice. "But...you're not totally sure of that, are you?" He leaned down and ran his tongue up her cheek, tasting the salt of her drying tears. "I'm his sire," he murmured. "He would not deny me anything...the least of all you."
"Does he...does he know I'm here?" she asked in a strangled voice.
"Of course. We're one big happy family, after all." His mouth found her ear and he sucked at the lobe, then nipped, causing her to wince at the sudden pain. "Remember, the first time I had you...he just sat and watched...calm, unconcerned, undoubtedly hard as a rock."
"I hate you."
He laughed again. "What a witty comeback." Crushing her lips beneath his again, Angel cupped one of her breasts and caressed her shrinking flesh. His tongue found hers and the kiss softened slightly, as his fingers gently tweaked her nipple.
Sobbing softly, Willow fought herself as much as him as she struggled, trying to free herself from his embrace. As his mouth slid down her body, lapping at her throat and then her breasts, the familiar cold touch began to arouse her.
Just as she knew he wanted. It would be so much more of a victory for him if she enjoyed it.
Gritting her teeth, her hands free as his were roaming over her body, she dug her fingers into his hair and yanked.
Angel roared, ripping himself from her grasp, leaving strands of his silky hair behind in her suddenly nerveless fingers. Morphing, Angel grabbed her shoulders, his claws digging into her tender flesh, making her bleed. Shoving her back down hard into the mattress, he buried his mouth in her throat.
Willow screamed in panic, the sound slowly dying away as she realized he wasn't biting her. His fangs were scraping her skin, rubbing against old bite marks, and his tongue was tasting her, but he wasn't biting.
Numb, her hands fell at her sides and she stared at the ceiling, waiting for him to hurt her.
"You want me to just do it, don't you?" he hissed. "You think it will be over faster if you piss me off. I can fuck you for hours on end, Willow, in every way imaginable and some I'm sure you've never pictured in your horniest teenage dreams."
"Getting this over with is the last thing I plan on doing, my sweet slut. Oh, but don't worry...you will pay for that...or he will." Rising to his knees, Angel unfastened his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. Absently he caressed it as he watched the emotions flying across her face. "Did Spike ever tell you of my...initiation of Drusilla?"
Slowly Willow shook her head, pressing her lips tightly together as she watched him stroke himself.
"She was a virgin, you know...unlike you." His eyes hardened and Willow flinched. "I had fucked her mouth before. She didn't like it too much," he reminisced. "I had to knock out a couple of her teeth before she did it properly."
His knees slowly pushed Willow's legs farther apart as he spoke, his voice light, as if telling a pleasant story. "She ran from me and I let her go, let her heal a bit, let her almost find happiness. Then, the night she became a nun, I entered the convent and slaughtered all the sisters, tearing them apart, bathing in their blood."
His free hand slipped between her legs and gently began to caress her, patiently inducing the swollen flesh and feminine moisture he desired, as he continued. "I found Dru in a corner, sobbing hysterically, praying to her god. I picked her up and tossed her on the altar and ripped her habit from her. She was sobbing still, crying for her new hubby to come save her, even as I battered through her virginity. I fucked her for nearly two hours. She was one nasty, bloody mess when I finally came."
Willow shivered in disgust and terror and dug her fingers into the bedding, trying to push herself backwards away from him as his fingers danced over her now tingling clit.
Angel grinned down at her. "Well, look at this. I can see how much I disgust you." One finger slid into her tight passage and Willow whimpered, biting her inner cheek to keep in her moan as a sudden wave of pleasure hit her. "Oh, yeah, all wet."
"I hate you," she whispered darkly.
"I don't give a shit." Removing his hand, Angel lowered himself, brushing the head of his cock against her now wet crevice. "Do you want me to fuck you for two hours?" he murmured as his mouth swept across her face and captured her ear lobe.
A strangled sound escaped her lips and Willow squeezed her eyes shut as the tension in her womb grew.
"I can, you know. I can't say that you'll enjoy it after thirty minutes or so of my cock pounding into you, though I doubt you'll tear like she did...being well used and all."
"I don't think it really matters what I want, does it?" Willow asked through clenched teeth.
"Nope," Angel replied cheerfully as he slammed his cock into her, burying it to the hilt in her hot passage.
Willow whimpered and bit her lip until a drop of blood appeared.
Lowering his head, Angel sucked at the wound, then slipped his tongue inside her hot mouth, running it over her teeth and gums. He began to move, slapping his pelvis against hers. "Fuck me back, babe," he murmured against her mouth, savoring the taste of her blood. "I know you want to. I can feel how hot and wet I made you."
"My body," she groaned, her voice tight with lust and hatred. "It's just my body."
"Why would I want more?" His hands slid beneath her and arched her whole body to him.
Panting as her lust grew, Willow unwillingly wrapped her legs around his hips, meeting his thrusts. Her hands remained in the bedding, her fingers nearly numb from gripping so tightly. Her eyes flashed across the ceiling, then squeezed shut again. She couldn't bear to see the triumph on the monster's face.
Her ears filled with the sounds of fucking--bodies slapping together, wet squishy noises, her own harsh panting--and she felt herself flush.
"Such a pretty color. I do miss that in vamps. We just can't blush. And, look, it spreads all the way down your tits."
"Cocksucker," Willow hissed before she could stop herself.
Angel laughed, apparently not bothered by the name- calling. "No, I think that's you, babe...or maybe your little boyfriend. He always did like a hard, stiff cock down his throat...or up his ass. Maybe we'll try that next."
"Leave him alone," she cried, making him laugh harder.
"You're too fucking easy, Willow." Angel's hips moved faster and he grunted in pleasure, then lowered his head to her breasts. He worried one hard nipple after the other between his lips, before licking the sweaty valley. "Spike knows, babe. He knows that all I have to do is snap my fingers. It's a sire's prerogative...You're a sire's prerogative."
Willow panted for breath and blinked the perspiration from her eyes as her legs tightened around Angel's hips. She was nearly at her peak, but he had distracted her. "Don't. Don't do that to him," she begged harshly, straining against his thrusting body. "You'll destroy his position here."
"Then make it worth my while, my little tease."
Yanking her hands free of the bedding, Willow twined her arms around the neck and flung herself against Angel, her mouth finding his in a hungry, lusty kiss.
Laughing, Angel rolled them, pulling her up so that she sat on him, impaled on his cock. "Fuck me, Willow. Fuck me for him."
Burning with humiliation, Willow dug her fingers into his shoulders and began to move on him. Her eyes closed, she ground her throbbing clit against his pubic bone, trying to block out his mocking laughter and growls of pleasure.
Angel gripped her hips and slammed upwards, driving into her, nearly to the edge of her womb. She whimpered, a mixture of pain and pleasure and hatred and he grinned in delight as her pussy clenched around his cock.
Groaning, finally on the edge of her orgasm, Willow flung her head back and ground against him, twisting and rubbing until she cried out and came, her body shuddering in release.
Feeling her drench his cock, Angel rolled them again, thrusting hard into her relaxing body. "I'll be sure to let him know of your great sacrifice for him," he murmured against her flushed cheek.
Willow's eyes flickered open and she knew shame shone in them. They slid to the face hovering above her and Willow gasped.
Yellow eyes gleamed merrily at her and a mouth opened, full of sharp teeth. The terror that had been driven away by the lust returned, roaring through Willow.
"No," she sobbed, knowing it was all over.
With a harsh growl, Angel buried his mouth in her throat, sinking his fangs into her soft flesh. As her blood filled his mouth, he exploded into orgasm.
Sobbing softly, Willow closed her eyes and let herself go.
*****
With a soft cry and a hard jerk, Willow came awake, gasping for breath. Frantically her eyes flew around the room and came to rest on the figure sleeping in the bed. Panting, she stumbled over to him, needing to touch him, to know that he was still with her.
Then she turned and grabbed her purse. Frantically dumping the contents on the end of the bed, she found a compact and opened it. As terror screamed through her, she looked.
And saw her wild reflection looking back at her.
Sobbing her thanks, she sank to the floor, clutching the edge of the bed.
It was just a dream...just a very vivid dream...
End
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