The Darkness Within
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,620
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Darkness Within
Title: The Darkness Within
Pairing: W/S.I.T.'s, W/B, some mention of Xander and Spike but not in a slashy way.
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Season seven spoilers, what if The First got to Willow?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
Feedback: Yes please
A/N: Yes, I actually wrote something that is not X/S, I'm starting to worry ;p
A/N 2: Thanks to Alex for the superfast beta.
Willow stood soundless in the centre of the room, she lifted her arms out in silent invitation and they came to her, naked - her girls, her slaves. The silk robe that had been her only adornment slowly slipped down her arms to pool at her feet.
The gentle brushing of many hands on her naked skin made her skin flush with arousal and need. She brushed the wandering hands away from her body and walked - sauntered - across the room to the settee. She leaned back and opened her legs, exposing herself to the hungry eyes of her acolytes.
With one crooked finger they came to her on their knees. One by one they lined up to place a long, wet, lingering, kiss between her thighs. It was good, but not yet enough.
Without ever having spoken aloud, she instructed them to take their places, one behind her - kissing and nibbling her neck and shoulders, one at each breast - suckling and licking her pebbled nipples, one between her thighs - licking and sucking at her sex, and one at each foot - because she liked having her toes sucked.
As she took her pleasure of these girls, these potential world-savers, she locked her eyes on her greatest prizes. In the corner, bound, gagged and completely naked were both Xander and Spike. Both of them were aroused by the sight in front of them, and both were miserable because of it.
Their souls were weak; they couldn't handle the darkness that lived inside her heart, her mind. She was superior, better than they were. One look at the slayer - perfect little Buffy with her face buried in her pussy proved that. Willow was god, she was all.
Willow reached out with her magic and wrapped it around twin columns of flesh; she revelled in the pleas for her to stop, to end this madness. The mouth said 'no, no' but the body, the body strained for more.
Xander always came first; he was merely a man after all, not as strong as Spike. Even with a soul the vampire could withstand her efforts for a little while longer than she would have first given him credit for. Eventually, she won - she always did, and Spike came with a sob and an apology. He always apologised, even though Buffy was too busy to hear it.
There was something about breaking the vampire that made Willow hot and she shook off her worshippers and knocked Buffy backwards onto the floor before straddling her face.
Willow pinched and pulled at her nipples as she rode the slayers face for all she was worth, taking satisfaction in the renewed arousal of her captives. Throwing her head back and moaning loudly, she came hard before slumping to the floor and rolling onto her back, panting.
WIllow sat upright in bed, a scream lodged in her throat. Her panties were damp and she could tell she had just cum, and cum hard. She searched out the dark corners of her room, knowing whom - what she would find.
"I won't do it, you can't make me."
Tara stepped forward with a smile on her face.
"But that's the beauty, I'm not making you do anything. This is all you, what you try to hide from your friends, from your new lover. You crave the darkness, the power. You're stronger than any one of them and you know it. You want to break them, own them, show them who you really are, who they should belong to, who they should worship, who they should fear. I can feel the darkness in you; it's only a matter of time before you give in to it. It's what you are."
Tara, or rather The First disguised as Tara, disappeared and Willow lay back down on her bed and cried. She cried because she knew it was true, these were her thoughts, her fantasies, he secret desires. It was only a matter of time before the darkness in her won.
THE END
Pairing: W/S.I.T.'s, W/B, some mention of Xander and Spike but not in a slashy way.
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Season seven spoilers, what if The First got to Willow?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
Feedback: Yes please
A/N: Yes, I actually wrote something that is not X/S, I'm starting to worry ;p
A/N 2: Thanks to Alex for the superfast beta.
Willow stood soundless in the centre of the room, she lifted her arms out in silent invitation and they came to her, naked - her girls, her slaves. The silk robe that had been her only adornment slowly slipped down her arms to pool at her feet.
The gentle brushing of many hands on her naked skin made her skin flush with arousal and need. She brushed the wandering hands away from her body and walked - sauntered - across the room to the settee. She leaned back and opened her legs, exposing herself to the hungry eyes of her acolytes.
With one crooked finger they came to her on their knees. One by one they lined up to place a long, wet, lingering, kiss between her thighs. It was good, but not yet enough.
Without ever having spoken aloud, she instructed them to take their places, one behind her - kissing and nibbling her neck and shoulders, one at each breast - suckling and licking her pebbled nipples, one between her thighs - licking and sucking at her sex, and one at each foot - because she liked having her toes sucked.
As she took her pleasure of these girls, these potential world-savers, she locked her eyes on her greatest prizes. In the corner, bound, gagged and completely naked were both Xander and Spike. Both of them were aroused by the sight in front of them, and both were miserable because of it.
Their souls were weak; they couldn't handle the darkness that lived inside her heart, her mind. She was superior, better than they were. One look at the slayer - perfect little Buffy with her face buried in her pussy proved that. Willow was god, she was all.
Willow reached out with her magic and wrapped it around twin columns of flesh; she revelled in the pleas for her to stop, to end this madness. The mouth said 'no, no' but the body, the body strained for more.
Xander always came first; he was merely a man after all, not as strong as Spike. Even with a soul the vampire could withstand her efforts for a little while longer than she would have first given him credit for. Eventually, she won - she always did, and Spike came with a sob and an apology. He always apologised, even though Buffy was too busy to hear it.
There was something about breaking the vampire that made Willow hot and she shook off her worshippers and knocked Buffy backwards onto the floor before straddling her face.
Willow pinched and pulled at her nipples as she rode the slayers face for all she was worth, taking satisfaction in the renewed arousal of her captives. Throwing her head back and moaning loudly, she came hard before slumping to the floor and rolling onto her back, panting.
WIllow sat upright in bed, a scream lodged in her throat. Her panties were damp and she could tell she had just cum, and cum hard. She searched out the dark corners of her room, knowing whom - what she would find.
"I won't do it, you can't make me."
Tara stepped forward with a smile on her face.
"But that's the beauty, I'm not making you do anything. This is all you, what you try to hide from your friends, from your new lover. You crave the darkness, the power. You're stronger than any one of them and you know it. You want to break them, own them, show them who you really are, who they should belong to, who they should worship, who they should fear. I can feel the darkness in you; it's only a matter of time before you give in to it. It's what you are."
Tara, or rather The First disguised as Tara, disappeared and Willow lay back down on her bed and cried. She cried because she knew it was true, these were her thoughts, her fantasies, he secret desires. It was only a matter of time before the darkness in her won.
THE END