Bleed For The Devil

Title: 'Bleer Thr The Devil'

Rating: NC-17. Strong language, angst, drama, sexual situations, talk of nudity, and rape.

Summary: What happens after Angelus visits Buffy one night with a bag of toys, in her bedroom, unexpected?

Disclaimer: We are not, in anyway, related to Joss Whedon, Mutant Entertainment and Fox. Also, lyrics are copyrighted to the rightful owners. This is just for fun. Hope you enjoy.

Author's Note: This is from a roleplay that my good friend, Red and myself have worked together on. I also took the other chapters off for the fact that part of our story was from someone else's work. Which was given permission for personal role playing and not for this sort of distribution. Enjoy none the less.

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Warning: This is not mild flavored smut, nor is it smut. It's art with rape scenes in it. Do NOT read if you are a minor. I am not warning you again. Go on, shoo! No kiddy stuff here. This is the art of two adults who have dug deep into Joss' Whedon's storyline of Buffy and Angel, and have taken the relationship of Angelus' "hatred" towards Buffy to new heights.

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Chapter Eight: Sympathy for the devil.

He nodded. Of course she would never forget. HOw could she. Well, he would make it up to her. He would shower her with gifts, protect her, cherish her - do everything in his power to make her happy aet het her know she was loved, desired, needed. But right now he wanted to fuck her - or make love to her - or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. He had been hard for sometime now and seeing her sitting there on her knees, stark naked, looking so innocent and cute, and so damn sexy at the same time, made his cock so tight he would need release soon. He let his eyes travel over her body. The eyes that were again turning amber. She would know what he was thinking and what was happening. He could smell her juices, both or anr and on him. He could smell his own cum inside her. She seemed to like it there. And he was getting hungry. Hungry for her. He had an idea. "I think we need to take a shower" he said.

His eyes were so dark. She found herself always getting sucked right into. If this was hell, than she truely didn't mind sinning. He was a perfect devil. He made her truely believe that there was no heaven and hell. Only a know. The love of heaven and hell. Snapping out of her thoughts, she stared at the organ for a moment, seeing it twitch and the precum glisten at the head. "A shower? I think it's getting late. I'll have to go after though. I was supposed to meet Giles for training..." She breathed, slipping off the bed and over to Angelus. "Why do I think.. no, know you are up to something?" Reaching up, her thumb and index finger pulled at a nipple, turning it with a cruel twist. "I've truely tamed the beast. Who would have ever thought?" It was a thought said aloud, lips replacing where her fingers had hurt. Sucking in the small light pink nub, pulling at it lightly with her teeth while soft hands trailed over the curves of biceps, over his back with feathering touches. "Mmm.. I am going to hate leaving you after the shower."

He started grinning widely when she accused him of being up to something. "You're right" he agreed. "I am definitely UP to something. I.... OW! You little minx: I'll get you for that. Tamed the beast. You think so do you. I'm gonna show you how tame I am in a very short time." His voice was coming out with a low growls. They only increased as she sucked his nipple, ran her hands over his arms and back. He hooked her legs around his waist and stood up from the bed, her clinging to him like a monkey. He pulled her closer and headed for his private shower area just off his bedroom. Once there he let her down, turned the water to the right tempure ure and marched her into the wet stream, his front plastered to her back. The warm water fell on her body in what he knew was a soothing rhythm. When she seemed relaxed he turned her and pushed her against the wall of the large shower. He then unhooked his hand held shower massager, flicked it on and began to play it down her body. The little vibrating jets of warm water hit her breasts. He turned the speed up and flipped the dial to a more concentrated volume then directed ight ght at her right nipple, then her left nipple, back and forth. He grinned as the nipples grew and hardened.


She knew she brought out the same animn hin him as he did for her. She let the beast take charge, her wild side flaring. "It's nothing I can't handle." She taunted, locking legs around his waist tighter, pressing her body right up against his, face tilted down to stare into his. "I think I should put you over MY knees and see what the flogger can do to a perfect ass like yours." Her tingue creept out to lash at his lips, teasing him. If she had a hard time explaining to the others about the relationship she had with Angel, this was going to be the biggest challange. She would face their acceptance or their criticsm. She was prepared for the worst. When she felt the cold marble under her feet, she thought about giving him a run for his money. Make the cat chase the mouse in her very own game. No luck. He had her up and in the shower within moments. The water splashed down her face, wetting her hair that now cling to her face. "You could have warned me. I do need to breath." She gasped, pushing her hair behind her ears and down her back. The water was indeed soothing, hitting at all her sore spots and releasing the tension she felt had built up from being in the chains for the better half of the night. "Angelus!" Buffy said in a warning tone, the watter jets aimed at her back and trailed over various parts of her. Oh, she knew exactly where she wanted that water to be aimed at. Right between her legs. To thrilr. Br. But for now all she got, which was a lot, was the water on her nipples, streaming the hot water to the flesh and causing them to turn from a rosey pink, to a heated red.

He sensed her excitement growing and knew that her breasts had had enough. He trailed the streem of water downward, then pushed her legs apart and got on his knees in front of her. .He turned the volume of the spray up to its maximum level. He knew when it hit it would be just a little painful but very stimulating. He directed the streem of rapidly vibrarting water directly at her vagina. The vaginal area began to quiver and turn red as the breasts had done. He used his other hand to push her little lips aside so that her clitoris was exposed. It was very much out of its protective skins down looking at him cheekily. He leaned over and gave it a kiss and a several licks and sucks, then a tiny little nip. Then he let the water hit it - hard. He pulled the skin away as the tried to retreat so that it had no where to hide. The hard vibrating water continued to pour directly on it. When she tried to twist a little away he followed her with the spray so that she could not avoid the stead hard stream hitting her very excited and somewhat abused clitoris.

Buffy had a dazed look to her eyes. Flooded with lust, hunger and passion. She had never known she had this much of a sexual appetite under the surface. It was clear that only Angelus knew of the little slut that laid under all her innocence. Down the water trail went, making her insides flutter with anticipation. He was so close, he was teasing her. Playful licks, nips and kisses brought her close to the edge of orgasm. This was another feet she had to overcome. Buffy felt the water hit hard, sending her body shaking violently, back slapping against the tile wall. "Oh, god, YES!!" She was screaming now, no longer caring who the hell heard her. All she wanted was that moment of pure bliss to be pulled out of her. Reaching out, she placed her hands firmly on Angelus' shoulders, trying to support herself as her knees started to buckle, her head fell forward, and her orgasm raked her body. Her head snapped back, back of it hitting the tile and sending pieces crumbling around them. "Don't stop! Kepe it there, please.." She was crying, biting her trembling lip as she pushed down to rub against the showert, rt, wanting to feel more contact.

He did keep it there. Although she had reached the peak of her orgasm and come part way back down he knew she would be super sensitive still. So he kept the hard water pouring in a direct stream on her clit. Up went her excitement again as another orgasm began to build inside her. He enjoying listening to her screem of passion, the franctic movement of her body, the smell of her juice mixing with the hot water and she climbed higher. Another orgasm hit her, as explosive as the first. He let it continue watching her face as she went into ectasy. Down she started to come and yet he still would not stop. The water continued causing the clit to swell yet again. She seemed close to collapsing but he had no mercy. Yet a third orgasm took her causing her entire body go into spasm as if it was joining her in climax. She would collapse if he didn't stop so this time he let her come down turning the vibration to a gentle soothing stream as her spasms stopped.

Buffy was climaxing over an over, loud screams echoed through the house, waking up some sleeping vampires. Drusilla being one of them, growling. "Slayer sings in merry tunes. Bad daddy for teaching her the sing." With that, Drusilla quieted down as did Buffy, who slipped down to the floor of the bathroom, her face burning brightly, the after glow of such orgasms evident in her dazed eyes. "That makes me wonder how often you used that tool for showering." She teased, eyes closed over as she slipped down onto her back. "I..I.. should go.. Have prior arrangements." How the hell was she supposed to walk after that? "I just can't find my legs.."

He laughed gently. Well he had promised to bring her great pleasure had he not. He let her lay in the shower playing the gently spraying water over her entire body. Then he began to gently soap her, cleaning very inch of her. He was not try to stimulate her now, not just yet. He was simply taking care of her. Of course when he soaped her private areas and rinsed them she began twitching a little. He grinned. The woman was a bottomless pit of passion - just like him. He finished bathing her then cleaned himself knowing she was watching him. His penis was still very hard and he soaped it making sure she had a very good view of what he was doing. Finally, he took a large towels, wrapped her in and carried her to the bed. He dried himself off, removed howelowel and lay beside her. He knew she had recovered her strength. "Now I would like a massage please" he said in a very sincere voice.

There was never going to be anything but lust and love in her eyes when she looked at Angelus. No more fear and no more doubt. She trusted in his words, in his eyes. The way he moved his hands over his own body was making her body heat up once more. Was there some spell around the two of them? A spell of pure ecstasy? She laid there, letting her body regain it's much needed energy. Seemed with him, she would never actually have a break. When all was said and done, both bodies dry, but Buffy's still lingering with wetness in a certain area, she sat up and eyed him. "You want a massage, huh? Well, where should I start?" She used her ngthngth to flip Angelus over onto his stomach. This was going to be her play time. Angelus was going to be begging out loud for her to finish him off. "Do you want a French accent or maybe a Spanish one?" She let her voice shift to the best of her ability, trying to mimick how each spoke from the romantic movies she watched.

Either or both" he rasped in husky tones. He knew he was in for it now. He had shown her no mercy and it was about to be payback time. His hands reached up and gripped the bars at the head of his bed. He had a feeling he would need to be holding on to something soon and the sheets didn't seem quiubstubstantial enough. He parted his legs to allow her full access to him. "Take your time" he murmured. "I want the full treatment." God, she hadn't even started and he was getting totally turned on. Imagination was a wonderful thing especially when he knew it would be followed by blissful realiity.

"Well then, darling, mon cher.. I 'tink it's time for me to give you a proper massage, wee?" Buffy had of coursed picked the first. French accents ahd always turned her on, maybe the same could be said for Angelus? "You look so tense. I will fix that for you." Slowly she sat up on her knees, placing herself between Angelus' muscled thighs. "Oh, so well sculpted. Like a god, with the face of an angel." She breathed, both hands roughly grabbed at his ankles, massaging in circles up his calves and up to the back of his thighs. She was starting to find herself digging into a little play. "Oh, you must have done a LOT of work last night, monsieur! So tense. My goodness." Inch by inch her fingers cralwed up his perfectly hard skin, slipping to the insides of his thighs, teasingly running over the back of his balls. "You must have been so very pent up, non?" Moving from lightly tickling and arousing his balls, she moved to the otheg. Rg. Roughly kneading the skin and muscles to work out all tension.

He bit into the pillow to keep himself from groaning out loud as she slowly worked him. Her little hands tickled, teased and then dug into him. He felt himself getting tense when she neared his maleness. But she just teased him a little, lightly playing with his balls. His already stiff cock started to throb and demand more attention. "Wee mon cher" he responded. "I have been very tense. I have been wor out out very strenuously indeed. I seem to be having a cramp in one large muscle right now. It doesn' t seem to be able to relax. And its kind of throbbing." His voice was low, husky and full of passion. "I think it needs your full attention. Its so - inflamed. Yes, I think you should massage it very soon and maybe kiss it to make it feel better. Yes, a nice wet message would be very helpful."

"Oh, mon ange. You mustn't work so hard. All work and no play makes Angelus a BAD boy." She let go of his legs once she was sure she had finished working out the tension from them and directing to a new source. "Another muscle? Non! Where is this muscle monsieur? Is it in your back?" Buffy hadn't touched Angelus for a while, and when she did, it would be with her lips. She had place her head low, tongue giving long cat like strokes to his balls. Kissing and nipping just as he did. "Meow." She purred like a cat, seductively licking up Angelus' spine and to the back of his neck were she scraped her teeth along the skin. "Show me where this muscle that aches so is!"

"I am a bad boy "he murmured. "Very bad. Maybe you need to discipline me while you are giving me that massage." Then she started with her tongue, going over his balls in sensual licks. She interpersed the licks with kisses and nips sending quivers along his entire body. "Yes, that discipline is quite effective" he gasped. Now she was coming up his spine. He wriggled groaning into the pillow and gripping it as hard as he could. Her little teeth scraped his neck sending delicious shivers throughout his nervous system. "That muscle is on the other side of me - right above those hard marbles you were playing with earlier. I'm sure if you check the area you can find it. Its a very big muscle. It needs lots of work.

Buffy knew exactly where, but she wanted Angelus to direct her to that very sensual spot and pinpoint it for her. Getting off of his back, her hands pulled at his shoulders and rolled him over. "Oh, my! Your face is so red. It looks like you really ARE tense.." Oh, she was going to make him suffer terribly in the most sexual way. Dipping her head to the side, she brushed her hair off her neck, making sure that her own pulsing 'muscle' was in full view as she trailed down his body. Hands working his shoulders and biceps. "I could just stroke you up, andn. Pn. PUMP the tension right out of you and take it into myself. I could make you nothing but a silly puddle of goo." SOuthward her hands trailed, pinching at the skin to give in the added degree of pai"So,"So, WHERE is the ache? Got to show me WHERE it is. Take my hands and let me FEEL that tight muscle."


She played along. Letting Angelus' larger hands guide her to the erect organ, saluting and even begging for attention. This was going to be a world of pleasure. "Oh my! That IS a BIG tense muscle. I am going to have to go slow and long. Work out ALL the kinks." She purred, bending her head down to lick at the built chest muscles. Slick tongue gliding it's way south, letting her hot sticky breath brush across strong plane of body. "Tongue, teeth, lips and maybe another part of me.." Buffy had a dirty idea. When she made her way to the thin black curls around the base of his erection, she drew her head back up. "I have to make sure it's wet. I want to see you vamp, open your mouth for me, with a feral growl."


He was wriggling in ectasy now as she kissed and licked and bit down his body. Her bites were down deliciously painful. She was loosing her shy reserveness, to his utter delight. Instead he was receiving the award of a hot little cat, as feral and passionate as he was. She had reached his organ now and he waiting in eager anticipation. Her words were as tantalizing as her actions. Then she asked him to vamp. His eyes opened and he looked at her. Had she realized that as big as he was in human mode he got even bigger and fatter when vamped. Maybe, maybe not. She was about to find out. He let the vampire come, growling at her like some hungry panther. His eyes glowed yellow and he felt his lust shoot up several degrees. If she didn't get down to business soon he was going to grab her head and shove his cock deep into her throat. His look and growl must have conveyed that very message. What was his lovely hot little slayer doing

She was the slayer. She had seen men and women so it countless times. Why was she so amazed at the way he transformed into the demon that lived inside of him? The way his eyes glowed, the way his teeth shifted to two small jagged blades. She knew they could cut so well. The point intended for him vamping. But when she caught sight of something else that had grown, she caught her breath in her throat and felt a bolt of pleasure shot through her. "We are really going to have to play Slayer and Vampire one night.." Now for the matters at hand. Reaching up, panting, she took her finger and upturned her hand, letting her finger prick against one fang, a drop of blood spilling onto his tongue. "Just watch and control yourself or else.." She warned, sliding back down his large body to the erection, her finger hovering with her other applying pressure. Dop by drop, she let her blood hit the head of the proud and tall penis, letting her blood coat it up. Once she was satisfied byt the way it was lathered up, she buried her mouth around it, already starting long and slow ucks up and down, green eyes burning with a sudden passion that hadn't been there even last night. She was letting her own animal out, even as she found it hard to take in all of his girth, unable to get his whole length in her mouth. He had to have grown nearly three inches more and an inch in gith. Her small mouth was trying it's hardest.

When she reached up and deliberately cut her finger no his fang and let some of her blood spill into his mouth, he growled even louder and let the blood roll around his tongue. He was trembling with desire. He had seen the surprise in her eyes at the size of his penis and he smirked. She had not known. Well, she had asked for it just the same - and she was going to get it. Right now in her mouth and later he would shove it inside her tilll she vibrated with the agony and ectasy it would bring her. What was she doing now. As she let her own blood drip around his penis, over its head, and some seeping into the little opening at top his growled even louder. The tiny slit,not so tiny in his now emense organ, opened to receive it and he felt it go into his body. He wanted to roar, the pleasure was so intense. Then her mouth was over him, drinking her own blood which was already been converted and changed by his vampire chemistry. Did she realize what she was doing. The taste of vampire blood would set her off even more. She was struggling, trying to take him all in. Well, she would, sooner or later and one way or the other. He started to raise himself a little causing his organ to reach deeper into her mouth

God, he had no idea how much he turned her on. To hear that loud growl caused her body to shake. How she wanted to have him pounce on her and take her by 'force' was just one of the many fantasies going on in her head, causing her body to shiver. When he pushed his hips up, her mouth opened and she tried to get it in, but she gagged and immediately drew away, giving the head a painful pinch. "DOWN boy!" She demanded, her eyes narrowed as she looked down to him. "If you want, grip my hair and guide me." She made sure when she winked, she tiled her head to let the main vein in her neck show with each heartbeat. "Now.." She ressumed her lock around his erection. Drawing down, only to draw up and return with a long lick. With each lick, Buffy let out a passiongrowgrowl, hands around the skin she couldn't get at.

He did as she suggested, guiding her, putting his hands in her hair. She was going up and down, sucking and pulling at him, her hands around the base of his cock, bringing him closer and closer to explosion. HIs growls got lounder. "This isn't the end of it slayer" he warned. "When you sh tsh there I'm going to finish you. Can't take it all in your mouth perhaps but you're going to get it all somewhere else. Don't think you'll have a choice about that. I:m going to ram it into you, over and over. Front and back. Fill you up in both places till you beg me to stop - but don't expect me to." He knew his descriptions of what he was going to do were turning her on even more. "I'll make you sore from head to toe and take you for hours;. I can do that you know. I can make myself hard at will and keep it up all night or day if I want to. And today you're going to find out about that." She continued working him - he was near the edge. As he started to slide over he screeming "bite me".

She was never going to leave the room, ever. Not if Angelus had any say about it and not if Buffy could also have a say in it. Fuck the world. They could control it from the bedroom. But right now, she was fucking his cock with her mouth and moaning over it. Each moan caused the erection to twitch even more in her mouth. She could feel his ass cheeks tightening, the clear signs that his orgasm was nearing closer. But she slowed when he was about to. Never giving him a full show of relief. Buffy's head turned right and left, letting her tongue bathe the blood up, her own taste had mingled with his, and it was an explosive combination, that was riding her towards her own orgasm that she held back for the simple promises Angelus was making her. Pressing the head of the organ to her cheek, she heard him bark a command at her in a raspy voice. He was RIGHT there, and with a bite, she did as told. Hard and long, and then as she started to swallow the large load in her mouth, she gave tiny bites with her teeth, those had caused the skin to break and bleed. His blood mixed with his semen was maddening. She was aroused to peak, but held back still. Her mouth was too small to take on all of his orgasm, the whire cream spilling down her chin and down her chest. Drawing up she ran the twitching erection over her plush lips, smearing the cum to her cheeks and her face, moaning loud. 'Cum all over my face, Angelus. All in my mouth. I am going to milk you with my tight cunt and with my mouth!" He wasn't the only one that spoke dirty.

To say his orgasm had been explosive was a gross understatement. He had never experienced anything like that in his entire existance. 251 years on this earth as a vampire, countless sexual union and this little slip of a girl had outdone them all. He was sore and pleased and satiated and unable, at the moment, to live up to his boast of getting hard at will. Well, it wouldn't take him taht long to recover. She had drank his blood. That had always been a total turn on for him but he had not expected her to do that. And then the way she had talked and letting his cum splash all over her face. She had swallowed it too, deeply, loving it. And she had bitten him hard as he wanted. God, was there any woman like this ever. He pulled her up to him kissing her deeply tasting his own cum and blood in her mouth. "Buffy he said in wonderment. "That was incredible". She was hot again. He could tell. Well, before he took her again he needed to tell her something. "Ah, no one is expecting you today Buffy. Anywhere. I know your mom is out of town for four days, that she left this morning. I called your school and pretended to be your father and told them you would not be back till Tuesday. I also had messages delivered to Ghiles and your friends that you were with your father. So, like I said, not one expecting you home till Tuesday evening." It was early Friday morning. "We got four days of this ahead of us girl." He waited to see if she was going to explode in anger or in total enjoyment. He pressed himself against her. His boast was becoming reality; he was growing hard again.

She was busy wiping the drips from the corners of her mouth, letting her fingertips scoop each drop up and push it into her hungry mouth. She was filled with him inside and out. Both mouths, all save the very last one. Though, with her finger in her mouth, she heard his confession. Nobody would be expecting her for days. Four days at that. He had pulled a plan. When though? He had known that she'd come to him. That he could easily trap her and he had. Drawing her finger from her mouth with a popping sound, she recoiled from his arms and to the edge of the bed. It was then that she realized, she had let her guard down. Let Angelus win. That if it wasn't for her turn of events, she would be dead and not a soul would know. Giles and ther others would go about their business like every other day and not have the slightest clue that she was being maimed, torured and raped. Then dead. Swallowing hard, she looked up at him finally in silence, her green eyes clouding with tears. "When did you call the school? Did you do it before you even saw me here? Did you know I'd come?" She was losing her resolve, curling up into a ball. Knees to her chest and arms around them. "So nobody would know if I was dead. You fooled them. You were one step ahead of me. You always are. No matter what. You have impeccable calculations.."

Oh oh, Maybe he should not have said anything. But he had to. She would be making a fuss about leaving then and he didn't want her to. He could lie to her; say he made the arrangements early this mornig before she awoke. No, he would tell her the truth. He let his face return to its human vistage. I called them yesterday" he said. "And I sent the messages to Giles and your friends last night. I had it all planned - all except the part where I lost it and attacked you so badly. I knew if I tricked you and made you submit to me in your own bedroom, and you realized it was a trick, you would come after me in a rage not thinking clearly. I thought I had blown it when I attacked you and you would be too hurt to come. But you are stronger than even I realized. So I just implemented my plan. I intended to turn you this weekend Buffy. That will not happen now. It will only happen if you want it too. I'll never force that." He looked at her and knew she was enraged. He was scared. He didn't want to loose her now.

He HAD planned it up. Set it up like a perfect movie. Part by part. A true play coming to life. He was living in his own Greek tragedy, his own erotic novel. Angelus was cunning. He worked it all around how he KNEW it would fall together like a giant jigsaw puzzle. "So..so you planned this all. Knew this would all happen step by step, until one slip up made you rethink it all. From coming into my room and lying to me that my mothers life was endanger, to me begging for..." Her chin was quivering with her lips, eyes closing so the tears could fall and the others would be blinked back. "You were trying to play god, when you aren't. You're nothing but the devil himself." His last words had outright scared her to death. He had planned on turning her. HER? THE slayer? Buffy let out a small and low laugh, dangerous sounding. "I wouldn't have let you. Then or now. I'm sorry." A creeping silence flooded the room after that statement, Buffy was raging inside, but she was breaking down. She was use to running from her problems. Taking solitude and pushing all urges aside. "I never want to be turned. Even if I was on my death bed. I wouldn't be like you. I'd be unstoppable. No conscience. No soul. Not you, not anyone else would reach me. I'd be lost and as much as you think I like the dark, I still keep my nightlight on. I'm afraid of the darkness and of the night."

Her words hurt - "I wouldn't be like you." Was he wrong. Did she not love him after all. He choked back the pain inside him. "You reached me" he said. "I said I won't turn you unles you want it and I mean it. You don't have to be afraid of that. And I didn't know when I made this plan that I was in love with you. I do love you Buffy. I swear I do." He moved closer to her. "I could have lied to you just now. I could have said I did it afterward. I don't want to lie to you Buffy, ever. Its different now." He was right next to her now, more afraid that he had ever been. "Please, baby, don't pull away from me. I love you. I need you. Don't leave me now." He could feel tears in his eyes, much to his own surprise. He wasn't even angry - just scared. "I won't play you again ever, I promise. No more games."

It would be instinct to push him away. To dig her own grave and bury herself. To keep herself from being social. Even though she appeared to be like any other teenager, she was far from being such. She was to grow up faster than any other girl. To learn from death. To learn that her gift WAS death. When Angelus came closer, she didn't flinch, didn't react in anyway. Still she stayed in her protective ball and just watching him. He sounded so sincere and any other time, she would have thought this to be a lie. All part of his charming her. Of courting her. But no, he had won. No need for lies. Buffy was all Angelus'. "I can't stay here all night though. I can't stay cooped up for too long. It's like an itch that needs scratching. I have a part of me that needs that kill. That need to drive the stake deep into the core of the vampire and just.." Buffy hadn't realised she balled a fist up and slammed it to Angelus' chest, over his heart as if demonstrating what she did. Like he had no clue. "I won't leave you. I feel too weak." That of course could have been from the lack of eating for two days, but she didn't think on it. "You used to be so good at ramming the stakes through the vampires when.." When he fought at her side. "You are going to kill me, you know that? Not literally. Just going to make me tired more so." Letting go, she leaned against his broad chest.

He signed with relief as he took her in his arms. "God, you scared me Buffy, I thought you were going just walk out of here." He thought about what she said. She was right. He couldn't keep doing this or she would end up getting killed. He had to give her time to rest. "I just wanted to spend this time with you. I wanted to keep making love to you for days. But if you really want to slay tonight we can stop - in a couple of hours anyway" He held her even closer. "We do this a little longer - there is something I want to somesomething I particularly want to do today, then we can stop. We'll rest. Tonight we can go out. I'll hunt with you. I know where a nest is. They're my enemies anyway. We can take them together. Okay." He lifted her head to him looking in her eyes. "Okay?" he asked again letting his hand slide up her trim little ass, over her taut cheeks. "Please Baby - just a few more times. I've vamp for you again." He was nibbling at her neck - licking her. "I'll eat you sweet little pussy."

If something was bad, why did it feel so right? Closing her eyes, she rubbed her face against him, basking in the texture his skin held. At times it could be so rough and at others it was as smooth as silk. Flawless always though. When he lifted her head, her eyes flew open with a grin plastered across her face. "I want to spend those days with you. But, I will need to break. I need to eat and in a few hours? What else do you want to do to me that you haven't already?" She asked curiously, moaning when she felt his lips to her neck. It always seemed so much more sensitive than others, even at times more pleasing to touch than her pussy. "Do you want to play though? Slayer and Vampire?" She asked, lolling her head back, fingers crawling down his stomach to the dark curls at his base, tugging at them painfully. "Unless that's not in your game plan? I'm game for anything and vamp for me when you want. I never thought it would be a turn on."

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