New Beginnings

^Denotes: Inner dialogue


Chapter 16
Releasing the Beast.



Julian scented the air like a wild animal, smelling her arousal. He surrounded her on all fours. The beast would always be in him; he’ll never be quite rid of it. He’ll never be quite rid of the beast. He stalked Buffy. His keen senses absorbed her natural scent; it was a combination of vanilla and musk. One of his arms sprouted a claw and he slashes her shirt and pants, ripping it from her body, tossing the tattered remains away.


Buffy’s body hummed with arousal. She hasn’t been this excited since, she paused, thinking about it, forever. The cool breeze pebbled her naked nipples. She let out a whimper. Julian was a beast. She had watched as he stalked and tore into James as if he was nothing. She should be afraid. However, she was sure she wanted this.


“On your knees,” Julian commanded his voice a soft growl “Wrap your hands around my cock.”


She shivered in excitement, wet dew gathering at her pussy. She slipped her small hands around his length.


He groaned aloud. “Put my cock into your mouth.”


Buffy nodded and licked her lips in anticipation. She’d never done this before, she was scared. ^‘I’ve never done this before,’^ she thought. She looked at Julian’s hard length wondering if she could wrap her mouth around it. He moaned in anticipation. ^‘Do not be scared. I will not hurt you,’^ he thought.


Her mouth was hot and wet and all he could think about was diving into her cunt and fucking her senseless. “Move your hand and mouth up and down my cock,” he said, his voice was hoarse with need.


Buffy watched as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. She never imagined she would be in this position. She exalted at the male strength, the beauty of him. He tastes salty and male. She wondered if she was doing it right.


“You are doing great.” Julian had never felt anything so incredible. The sensation of having her warm mouth on his cock was driving him crazy. He grasped her head and thrust his hips faster, harder. He was near his peak.


Intense pleasure made her legs tightens. She sucked harder. Buffy felt incredible. I do this! She thought. I make him go crazy with want and pleasure. She felt empowered and feminine. She just wanted to please him so much. A flare of fire raced out from her center and set her fingers into a tingling blaze.


He snarled. Mouth twisted in a grimace, eyes close. Veins corded on his neck as he his come burst from him like a freight train, his orgasm was so powerful it drove him to his knees. Buffy swallowed his seed, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes. “Yum,” she said licking her lips.


He roughly pushed her down on all fours. He slipped his fingers into her folds from behind and began to massage her clit as he spoke. “Mine.”


Her breath hitches as his fingers moved faster and faster. Buffy’s lips parted and her gaze lowered against the most incredible sensation. She felt on the verge of a big explosion. Her thighs trembled, her breast bounced. He pinches her clit and she cried out. Her body jerked as her orgasm rippled through her.


He grabbed her pulling her hips up and back until she was forced to brace her upper body on her forearms. With her hips in the air, her body begging for what she knew what was coming. He spread her legs and with a mighty thrust he drove into her, plunging deep inside. It was a raw act of possession.


She screamed.


It was intense, both pleasure and pain.


He placed one hand beside her head to brace her body, and moved the other to reach around and play with her sensitized nipples. Slowly he bent to nuzzle her neck; his tongue flicked out and teased her ear.


Her heart was beating a little faster. He nipped at the skin, his tongue licking at her pulse, sharp fangs brushed her skin, and then he bit. She stiffened, gasping at the sweet pain. Her blood was rich and spicy. His salvia was mixing with her blood. He withdrew his fangs, licking the small wound. Marking her. It would leave a small scar, showing the world that she was his mate.


She was his. ^‘Mine.’^


Buffy abandoned herself to the whirl of sensation as her body convulsed.


“Mine,” he growled as he moved forcefully, pushing back forth. Oh, she feels so good, Julian thought. He thrust in and out of her tight sheath, enjoying the sensation of her pussy gripping his cock.


“Uh,” she said as her body began to vibrate with liquid fire.


With one thrust, he came filling her with his seed. Gasping, he collapsed on the dirt floor, reaching out to pull her to his side.


They lay together for a few minutes. A deep feeling of peace entered her being, as his heartbeat throbbed against her ear. Julian slid his hands across her silken belly gently caressing it. She curled into the curve of his body. Soon the dirt and the debris on the earthen floor grew uncomfortable.


She was hurtled back to earth as reality struck and a tension sprung up between them. Buffy was suddenly uncomfortable. She hadn’t know of this strong passion she had within her and she can no longer deny herself, Julian touch. She got up, not looking a Julian. She ached all over; the muscles in her legs were trembling. She looked around, but all she found was her tattered shirt and one shoe. She has no idea where the rest of clothing went.


“I-I better be going,” she said, avoiding his gaze. Backing away from him. She needed to be alone with her thoughts.


“Lissa wait,” Julian said, with his arms outstretched. He stared at her baffled.


But Buffy fled. She didn’t seemed to care that she was nude. The only thing on her mind was to get out of there, but she couldn’t escape her memories, no matter how far she ran. His touch, his smell. The way he felt inside her. The incredible pleasure he rang from her body. It was like nothing she had experienced. Buffy never realized there was anything as wonderful as this. Not even being with Angel could compare to that few moments. ‘Oh my God Angel. How could she be so stupid? Didn’t she learn her lesson with Angelus?’


She could feel Julian searching for her. She closed her mind blocking him from her thoughts. Buffy ran as if the hounds of hell were chasing her. She was running from her thoughts and feelings. She dodges behind buildings and trees, managing to reach Julian’s mansion without anyone noticing her state of undress. She quickly barricades her self into her room. Instinctively she knew Julian wasn’t going to turn into another Angelus. But what does the heart know? However, what upset more was she couldn’t remember what Angel looked like, no matter how hard she tried. He was the love of her life. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he?


How can she forget him? And Willow and Giles and Xander and her mom. She was happy. Julian had made her happy. She doesn’t deserve to be happy. She had to leave. She might mess up his life as she did theirs.


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Julian lay on the dirty floor; his dark eyes showed the tortured dullness of disbelief as he watched Buffy run away from him. What happen to the take-charge woman that Daedalus gives good name to. Being with her was incredible, more so than he could imagine. He wanted more. He needed more. He seemed to crave her ever day. Julian thanked the powers that allowed that tiny little spitfire to come into his life. He was getting tired of her running away. “She’s mine!” he growled.


While Julian was contemplating his life, Cash walked up to him with several men in tow. “Are you okay boss?” He asked concerned, turning around to avoid Julian’s nude body. He eyed James’s mutilated body.


“Yeah,” Julian said, unashamedly. “Someone get me something to wear.”


“Right away,” said a Gangrel rushing to dig up some clothing.


“What do you want me to do with this?” Cash asked, toeing the mutilated remains.


“Burn it,” he said, stepping into a borrowed shirt and pants


“Will do boss, will do,” Cash said, motioning to two Gangrel to get rid of the body.


The men quickly gathered some woods, and built a fire, where they lay the remains of Cyril James Beacham, who wanted power and glory. However, he did not understand that power came with a price. Power is seductive. There is a saying money is the root of evil, but power is the fertilizer that makes money grow. It corrupts.


His epitaph should read, “Here lies Cyril James Beacham, a man who tried to over shoot the stars.”


“What happened to Beacham Cell, did we get all of them?” asked Julian, walking out of the warehouse, not once looking back.


“Most of them,” Cash said. “Sonny called, he had the formula and several notes of how it was created. He also found a list. It seemed that Beacham kept a list of people who owed him favors. There names of several politician, judges, cops, you get the drill. It’s a virtual who’s who. Both Kindred and human are on the list.”


Julian grunted.


Cash paused; not sure, he wanted to be the one to tell Julian that news. “Lillie was on the list,” he said quietly.


Julian stumbled a few moments as he was getting into the car. He nodded once, saying that he heard Cash. He got into the car and the driver drove away. In that moment, Julian felt tired. He sat in the car, his eyes closed, remembering when everything was right in the world. All these years, Lillie had been at his side as a friend and as a lover, but to betray him was risking a death sentence. He knew that she tried to have Lissa killed. He found that out, having being in Lissa mind and Daedalus had told him the rest. But to compromise the masquerade out of jealousy and spite. He just shook his head in disbelieve.