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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Willow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
9,140
Reviews:
8
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Five
A/N: Thanks once again to Emmy, Kat, Elisabeth, Missy, Lisa Kelley and Inell!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. If I were Joss, Willow would have been the show's main character!
It was time to begin Willow’s lessons.
Moving closer to Willow, Angelus pushed her legs down and moved her arms away from her chest. “Hush, Willow. There’s no need for tears,” Angelus said soothingly as he stroked the skin of Willow’s shoulders. “Believe me. You’re going to enjoy this as much as I will.” He reached behind her back to unhook her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders, dropping the bra to the ground. His eyes flashed gold in warning when she made a move to shield her bared breasts from his gaze. Slowly, he brought his lips down to meet hers in a soft but demanding kiss.
This was as close to Heaven as a demon like him would ever get, Angelus thought. He could taste Willow’s innocence and purity as he coaxed her to part her lips for his curious tongue. He caressed the cavern of her mouth thoroughly, savoring the texture and taste that was so uniquely her. She offered no resistance as he deepened the kiss, gave in to his desire for her and claimed her with his lips and tongue, brushing one fang across her lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. The scent of her blood hardened his cock to a degree that was exquisitely painful. But soon, there would be sweet relief for that agony. In her acquiescence Angelus felt surrender, and he was certain that victory was well within his grasp. Willow would be his in every sense of the word.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This must be Hell, of that Willow was certain. If she thought there was anything to be gained by fighting him, she would surely do so. But she didn’t have the strength to fend him off and she was worried about what more he might do to her if she dared to strike out at him. So she did not resist when he touched her, when he humiliatingly removed her brassiere, and when he invaded her mouth with his tongue in a pantomime of the act she was dreading but knew was imminent.
She could taste him as he moved his tongue over hers and it was all she could do to keep the bile from rising in her throat. She already felt dirty. She knew it would only get worse. Maybe if she just stayed still and tried to focus her mind on happier times, she could dissociate herself from her body while this was happening. She had read in books that some women had been able to do that while being raped. Maybe she could be one of them. She could only hope.
Moving his hands down her soft body, Angelus began to caress Willow’s breasts as he moved his lips from her mouth to her ear and began gently sucking on the delicate lobe.
He moaned softly as he felt Willow’s pert nipples harden under his expert fingers. “I knew you would enjoy this,” he said softly in her ear, before leaving a trail of kisses down the column of her throat. He resisted the urge to bite into her neck and taste the delicious elixir that flowed just beneath her skin. That would undoubtedly be a bad move right now. And he was far too close to his goal to risk it for a pleasure he could certainly enjoy later, when she was in a more ‘accepting’ frame of mind, he thought as he moved to engulf her breast with his mouth.
Try as she might, Willow could not distract herself from Angelus’ touch. And when his cold fingers caused her nipples to harden, she felt a shame so deep that it cut to her soul. A shame that was only compounded by Angelus’ mocking taunt, “I knew you would enjoy this.”
She had never felt less pleasure in her life. She knew he was only saying those things to hurt her, to increase her humiliation, and to make her emotional pain more intense. Nonetheless, his words did hurt her, did increase her humiliation, and made her feel more like a whore than she ever thought she could feel. And when his attentions to her breasts changed from his using his hands to using his mouth, she couldn’t stop the tears from filling her eyes and spilling onto her cheeks. Why was he doing this? Was has he putting her through this sadistic parody of lovemaking? Why couldn’t he just rape her, kill her, and give her peace? She wondered if she ever would have believed it possible, before now, that anyone could ever want what she was fervently wishing for at this moment.
Angelus gently pulled Willow’s body down the bed ‘til she was lying prone next to him. He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at her face. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he leaned down to claim her lips once more. He was happier than ever that he had made the decision to bring Willow here. She was not a piece of meat to be fucked in a hurry and forgotten as quickly. No, Willow was an epicurean feast meant to be savored at leisure and to be thoroughly enjoyed. The soft flesh of her breasts, the texture of her small, pink nipples, the gentle slope of her shoulders; all of these deserved the appreciative touch of a connoisseur, and he was just that creature. It was truly fortunate that he alone amongst the males of her acquaintance had the discernment to appreciate her rare beauty. She would have been wasted on a bumptious moron like Xander Harris. When Angelus had finally taken her, shown her the ecstatic heights to which he could take her body and soul, she would thank him.
Willow’s fear, disgust, and self-loathing only grew as Angelus continued his attentions. She thought she was finally nearing the culmination of her torture when Angelus pulled her down to the bed to lie flat on her back, but he simply continued his obscene pretense of tenderness, calling her “beautiful”, acting out a twisted parody of seduction, caressing her body and increasing her emotional torment as his lips once again covered hers and his cool tongue invaded her mouth, filling it with the taste of degradation and death.
Why did she have to go back to the school that night, she thought. Why hadn’t she just stayed home? This was all her own fault. And when her friends found her body they would probably say she had asked for it. The tears fell copiously from her eyes, though she tried to stop them, not wanting Angelus to have the satisfaction of seeing how much pain he was causing her. But then she realized that he’d probably know how much pain he caused her whether she cried or not, so she simply let the tears fall. And with each tear, she prayed for death.
He was fast losing his ability to maintain control. As much pleasure as Angelus was deriving from his slow and gentle worship of Willow’s body, his own needs were increasing in urgency. But he was confident that she was ready for him by now. He had two centuries of experience and, when it suited him, had always been an excellent lover; capable of taking even an unwilling partner to the heights of passion. His skills at touching and pleasing a woman were unmatched. And he knew that by now, his practiced caresses must have Willow aching with desire and ready to surrender her virginity to him without hesitation. So he moved his hands to the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, dropping them to the floor beside her bra. He positioned his leg between Willow’s thighs, urging them to part for him, pleased to find his suspicions confirmed by her compliance. He reached down and slid his fingers between the petals of her sex, expecting to find them slick with the juices of her arousal and to find her clitoris swollen and aching for his attention. What he found shocked and angered him. Willow’s sex was bone-dry, her clitoris still hidden, and the air entirely devoid of a scent he had taken for granted he would find…her arousal.
The frigid little bitch! How dare she fight him this way! To his way of thinking, her resistance to his efforts to seduce her was a deliberate slap in his face, an insult that he would not allow to go unpunished. He had allowed her beauty and fragility to beguile him into showing her an unparalleled level of sensitivity and gentleness. And this was the way she responded to his extraordinary generosity. The echo of her earlier words rang in his ears, “Please don’t rape me.” So Willow considered this rape, did she? Well, he had been a gentleman once, taught to defer to a lady’s wishes. And if rape was what this lady wanted, then rape was what she would get.
tbc…
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. If I were Joss, Willow would have been the show's main character!
It was time to begin Willow’s lessons.
Moving closer to Willow, Angelus pushed her legs down and moved her arms away from her chest. “Hush, Willow. There’s no need for tears,” Angelus said soothingly as he stroked the skin of Willow’s shoulders. “Believe me. You’re going to enjoy this as much as I will.” He reached behind her back to unhook her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders, dropping the bra to the ground. His eyes flashed gold in warning when she made a move to shield her bared breasts from his gaze. Slowly, he brought his lips down to meet hers in a soft but demanding kiss.
This was as close to Heaven as a demon like him would ever get, Angelus thought. He could taste Willow’s innocence and purity as he coaxed her to part her lips for his curious tongue. He caressed the cavern of her mouth thoroughly, savoring the texture and taste that was so uniquely her. She offered no resistance as he deepened the kiss, gave in to his desire for her and claimed her with his lips and tongue, brushing one fang across her lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. The scent of her blood hardened his cock to a degree that was exquisitely painful. But soon, there would be sweet relief for that agony. In her acquiescence Angelus felt surrender, and he was certain that victory was well within his grasp. Willow would be his in every sense of the word.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This must be Hell, of that Willow was certain. If she thought there was anything to be gained by fighting him, she would surely do so. But she didn’t have the strength to fend him off and she was worried about what more he might do to her if she dared to strike out at him. So she did not resist when he touched her, when he humiliatingly removed her brassiere, and when he invaded her mouth with his tongue in a pantomime of the act she was dreading but knew was imminent.
She could taste him as he moved his tongue over hers and it was all she could do to keep the bile from rising in her throat. She already felt dirty. She knew it would only get worse. Maybe if she just stayed still and tried to focus her mind on happier times, she could dissociate herself from her body while this was happening. She had read in books that some women had been able to do that while being raped. Maybe she could be one of them. She could only hope.
Moving his hands down her soft body, Angelus began to caress Willow’s breasts as he moved his lips from her mouth to her ear and began gently sucking on the delicate lobe.
He moaned softly as he felt Willow’s pert nipples harden under his expert fingers. “I knew you would enjoy this,” he said softly in her ear, before leaving a trail of kisses down the column of her throat. He resisted the urge to bite into her neck and taste the delicious elixir that flowed just beneath her skin. That would undoubtedly be a bad move right now. And he was far too close to his goal to risk it for a pleasure he could certainly enjoy later, when she was in a more ‘accepting’ frame of mind, he thought as he moved to engulf her breast with his mouth.
Try as she might, Willow could not distract herself from Angelus’ touch. And when his cold fingers caused her nipples to harden, she felt a shame so deep that it cut to her soul. A shame that was only compounded by Angelus’ mocking taunt, “I knew you would enjoy this.”
She had never felt less pleasure in her life. She knew he was only saying those things to hurt her, to increase her humiliation, and to make her emotional pain more intense. Nonetheless, his words did hurt her, did increase her humiliation, and made her feel more like a whore than she ever thought she could feel. And when his attentions to her breasts changed from his using his hands to using his mouth, she couldn’t stop the tears from filling her eyes and spilling onto her cheeks. Why was he doing this? Was has he putting her through this sadistic parody of lovemaking? Why couldn’t he just rape her, kill her, and give her peace? She wondered if she ever would have believed it possible, before now, that anyone could ever want what she was fervently wishing for at this moment.
Angelus gently pulled Willow’s body down the bed ‘til she was lying prone next to him. He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at her face. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he leaned down to claim her lips once more. He was happier than ever that he had made the decision to bring Willow here. She was not a piece of meat to be fucked in a hurry and forgotten as quickly. No, Willow was an epicurean feast meant to be savored at leisure and to be thoroughly enjoyed. The soft flesh of her breasts, the texture of her small, pink nipples, the gentle slope of her shoulders; all of these deserved the appreciative touch of a connoisseur, and he was just that creature. It was truly fortunate that he alone amongst the males of her acquaintance had the discernment to appreciate her rare beauty. She would have been wasted on a bumptious moron like Xander Harris. When Angelus had finally taken her, shown her the ecstatic heights to which he could take her body and soul, she would thank him.
Willow’s fear, disgust, and self-loathing only grew as Angelus continued his attentions. She thought she was finally nearing the culmination of her torture when Angelus pulled her down to the bed to lie flat on her back, but he simply continued his obscene pretense of tenderness, calling her “beautiful”, acting out a twisted parody of seduction, caressing her body and increasing her emotional torment as his lips once again covered hers and his cool tongue invaded her mouth, filling it with the taste of degradation and death.
Why did she have to go back to the school that night, she thought. Why hadn’t she just stayed home? This was all her own fault. And when her friends found her body they would probably say she had asked for it. The tears fell copiously from her eyes, though she tried to stop them, not wanting Angelus to have the satisfaction of seeing how much pain he was causing her. But then she realized that he’d probably know how much pain he caused her whether she cried or not, so she simply let the tears fall. And with each tear, she prayed for death.
He was fast losing his ability to maintain control. As much pleasure as Angelus was deriving from his slow and gentle worship of Willow’s body, his own needs were increasing in urgency. But he was confident that she was ready for him by now. He had two centuries of experience and, when it suited him, had always been an excellent lover; capable of taking even an unwilling partner to the heights of passion. His skills at touching and pleasing a woman were unmatched. And he knew that by now, his practiced caresses must have Willow aching with desire and ready to surrender her virginity to him without hesitation. So he moved his hands to the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, dropping them to the floor beside her bra. He positioned his leg between Willow’s thighs, urging them to part for him, pleased to find his suspicions confirmed by her compliance. He reached down and slid his fingers between the petals of her sex, expecting to find them slick with the juices of her arousal and to find her clitoris swollen and aching for his attention. What he found shocked and angered him. Willow’s sex was bone-dry, her clitoris still hidden, and the air entirely devoid of a scent he had taken for granted he would find…her arousal.
The frigid little bitch! How dare she fight him this way! To his way of thinking, her resistance to his efforts to seduce her was a deliberate slap in his face, an insult that he would not allow to go unpunished. He had allowed her beauty and fragility to beguile him into showing her an unparalleled level of sensitivity and gentleness. And this was the way she responded to his extraordinary generosity. The echo of her earlier words rang in his ears, “Please don’t rape me.” So Willow considered this rape, did she? Well, he had been a gentleman once, taught to defer to a lady’s wishes. And if rape was what this lady wanted, then rape was what she would get.
tbc…