Breaking a Slayer
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Threesomes/Moresomes › Angel(us)/Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
Views:
10,469
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 13
Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 13
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Angel paced the floor of the mansion in hopeless seething fury. He needed Buffy, wanted her, was dying for her taste…her feel…the velvety softness of her exquisite skin. And his childe was up there with her right now. He could hear Spike murmuring to her, wicked promises of things that Angel desperately desired to do with his mate. But he couldn't. Keeping Angelus leashed within him was growing more difficult daily, and being with Buffy and Spike was driving him insane.
But what alternative did he have? Abandoning his mate to his childe's claim was not possible. He couldn't leave her, she was his, body and soul, as he was hers until he turned to dust. Which would be soon if he kept circling the woman who possessed his every thought, night and day, unable to touch her. Losing her to Spike was killing him and he couldn't keep taking out his aggression on his childe, could he?
Angel climbed the stairs to Buffy's room, lurking outside the door and listening to the sighs and moans issuing from within as his childe pleasured his mate without his presence. He pushed the door open slowly and watched them from the hallway.
Buffy's robe had fallen back from her shoulders, wreathing her in a soft silken cloud as she leaned back against the foot of her bed in aroused abandon. Spike knelt at her feet, sucking one dainty toe after another into his voracious mouth and teasing ever higher on her shapely legs with his sensitive fingers.
Angel's low rumbling growl at the sight caught their attention and they looked up at him, twin expressions of dazed lust and sudden worry passing over their beautiful countenances. Buffy looked ashamed, then defiant, while Spike…Spike looked challenging. He pulled his mouth from Buffy's delicate ankle and growled back at his sire. Game face rose up and Spike glared at Angel with golden eyes before snarling with teeth exposed and pulling Buffy's leg up to his waiting mouth. eye eyes stayed locked on Angel's as Spike teased the Slayer with the points of his incisors. He traced delicate patterns on her calves before mouthing the backs of her knees and moving upward towards the apex of her legs.
Neither male missed her rush of arousal at the enticing touch, nor her almost inaudible moan of need as she fell back on the bed, abandoning herself to the rapture that Spike was so skd atd at creating within her.
All control lost, Angel leapt to the bed with a menacing growl at Spike, pulling Buffy from his Childe and pushing her back into the soft pillows. He crushed her mouth to his, kissing her roughly and moaning as his large hands swept over her body. He muttered to her as he lavished kisses over her face, her neck, her eyes and ears. "So beautiful, so perfect, mmmm, Beloved, I want you so badly. I need you, Buffy, please…" His passionate kisses ravished her senses and built her fires to a blazing inferno of need and desire. He lowered his mouth to her collarbone, sweeping kisses and tiny licking bites across it before moving lower to her delectable breasts.
Sighing in pleasure, Buffy gave herself up to Angel's burning passion, responding to his knowing caresses with increasing fervor. He suckled her breasts with delighted frenzy, reveling in her heady response to his touch. She moaned and grabbed for his tousled head, pulling him closer and grinding her nipple into his fangs until blood flowed from the pinpricks. Angel moaned in lust and sucked at the amazing blood, his hands roving lower to Buffy's wet triangle of curls. He teased her hooded clit with gentle fingers, stroking and pulling at the tiny bud before moving one large hand lower to spread her legs.
Reluctantly abandoning the healing punctures in her breast, Angel kissed his way down Buffy's lithe belly to the pulsing object of his desire. He laved her clit with soft slow licks of his cool tongue and she writhed under his expert ministrations. Suddenly another cool mouth engulfed the aching breast that Angel had sipped from and a cool tongue lapped at the punctures there, opening them and drawing the blood from them again with tantalizing suction while skillful fingers teased the other aching breast to nearly equal delight.
The twin sensations threw Buffy over the edge in a rapture of feeling. She screamed her lovers' names in ecstasy and they responded by doubling their efforts, forcing another orgasm from her body with mindless need.
Angel's hand slipped down to his pants and ippeipped them open. Thought had left him and he only knew that he must be inside this woman, this mate of his or die from loss of hHe tHe threw his pants out of the way and moved to crouch between Buffy's legs. She was still lost in rapture as Spike nursed blood from her aching breast with pleasurable pain. Neither was aware of the danger about to descend on them all as Angel thrust forward to reclaim his mate.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Angel paced the floor of the mansion in hopeless seething fury. He needed Buffy, wanted her, was dying for her taste…her feel…the velvety softness of her exquisite skin. And his childe was up there with her right now. He could hear Spike murmuring to her, wicked promises of things that Angel desperately desired to do with his mate. But he couldn't. Keeping Angelus leashed within him was growing more difficult daily, and being with Buffy and Spike was driving him insane.
But what alternative did he have? Abandoning his mate to his childe's claim was not possible. He couldn't leave her, she was his, body and soul, as he was hers until he turned to dust. Which would be soon if he kept circling the woman who possessed his every thought, night and day, unable to touch her. Losing her to Spike was killing him and he couldn't keep taking out his aggression on his childe, could he?
Angel climbed the stairs to Buffy's room, lurking outside the door and listening to the sighs and moans issuing from within as his childe pleasured his mate without his presence. He pushed the door open slowly and watched them from the hallway.
Buffy's robe had fallen back from her shoulders, wreathing her in a soft silken cloud as she leaned back against the foot of her bed in aroused abandon. Spike knelt at her feet, sucking one dainty toe after another into his voracious mouth and teasing ever higher on her shapely legs with his sensitive fingers.
Angel's low rumbling growl at the sight caught their attention and they looked up at him, twin expressions of dazed lust and sudden worry passing over their beautiful countenances. Buffy looked ashamed, then defiant, while Spike…Spike looked challenging. He pulled his mouth from Buffy's delicate ankle and growled back at his sire. Game face rose up and Spike glared at Angel with golden eyes before snarling with teeth exposed and pulling Buffy's leg up to his waiting mouth. eye eyes stayed locked on Angel's as Spike teased the Slayer with the points of his incisors. He traced delicate patterns on her calves before mouthing the backs of her knees and moving upward towards the apex of her legs.
Neither male missed her rush of arousal at the enticing touch, nor her almost inaudible moan of need as she fell back on the bed, abandoning herself to the rapture that Spike was so skd atd at creating within her.
All control lost, Angel leapt to the bed with a menacing growl at Spike, pulling Buffy from his Childe and pushing her back into the soft pillows. He crushed her mouth to his, kissing her roughly and moaning as his large hands swept over her body. He muttered to her as he lavished kisses over her face, her neck, her eyes and ears. "So beautiful, so perfect, mmmm, Beloved, I want you so badly. I need you, Buffy, please…" His passionate kisses ravished her senses and built her fires to a blazing inferno of need and desire. He lowered his mouth to her collarbone, sweeping kisses and tiny licking bites across it before moving lower to her delectable breasts.
Sighing in pleasure, Buffy gave herself up to Angel's burning passion, responding to his knowing caresses with increasing fervor. He suckled her breasts with delighted frenzy, reveling in her heady response to his touch. She moaned and grabbed for his tousled head, pulling him closer and grinding her nipple into his fangs until blood flowed from the pinpricks. Angel moaned in lust and sucked at the amazing blood, his hands roving lower to Buffy's wet triangle of curls. He teased her hooded clit with gentle fingers, stroking and pulling at the tiny bud before moving one large hand lower to spread her legs.
Reluctantly abandoning the healing punctures in her breast, Angel kissed his way down Buffy's lithe belly to the pulsing object of his desire. He laved her clit with soft slow licks of his cool tongue and she writhed under his expert ministrations. Suddenly another cool mouth engulfed the aching breast that Angel had sipped from and a cool tongue lapped at the punctures there, opening them and drawing the blood from them again with tantalizing suction while skillful fingers teased the other aching breast to nearly equal delight.
The twin sensations threw Buffy over the edge in a rapture of feeling. She screamed her lovers' names in ecstasy and they responded by doubling their efforts, forcing another orgasm from her body with mindless need.
Angel's hand slipped down to his pants and ippeipped them open. Thought had left him and he only knew that he must be inside this woman, this mate of his or die from loss of hHe tHe threw his pants out of the way and moved to crouch between Buffy's legs. She was still lost in rapture as Spike nursed blood from her aching breast with pleasurable pain. Neither was aware of the danger about to descend on them all as Angel thrust forward to reclaim his mate.
To be continued…