Black Cherries

Black Cherries

"Sure you can't be tempted? So many luscious cherries, ripe for the picking!"

"You know I prefer my virgins wet and willing." William stood outwardly impassive, back pressed to the thick wooden door, arms folded before him, surveying the scene. The air was thick with fear and fervent prayer, yet all the kneeling and chanting and quivering beneath black robes was beginning to irritate him, if truth be told. Angelus, on the other hand, was wild-eyed with excitement. Well, each to their own.

"What, not even one?"

William cast another glance about the cramped cell. Hmm, one younger than the others, still standing, left hand clasped about the cross at her breast, knuckles gleaming white in the gloom. "Well, perhaps…" Pushing away from the door, he was at her side in three long strides. Beautiful ivory cheeks, rose-pink lips, large brown unblinking eyes. Yes, he could work with this one. Leaning in close, he admired her resolute, unflinching stance, even as his lips brushed against her silky skin. "Trust me, I'm your only chance" he whispered, knowing full well that Angelus could hear every word. "Your *pupils'* only chance." Ah, that provoked a response; her eyes turning up to his, beseeching, daring to hope. "Come with me" he pressed on, slipping his hand into hers, squeezing gently. She hesitated, lips starting to tremble a little as she let her gaze fall to her Sisters. "Nothing I can do for them now" he murmured. "Nor you, if we don't hurry."

A cacophony of wails and pleadings rose up as William drew her towards the door.

"Hush your infernal racket!" Angelus snapped, pacing back and forth in front of the black-clad, sobbing women. But as he turned to watch William leave, he gave him a knowing wink. "Enjoy yourself lad." As the couple slipped out into the corridor, Angelus turned the key in the lock, tucked it into the back of his waistband. "Now, where was I? Oh yes!" Grabbing a fisftul of the nearest black veil, he dragged the Sister towards him on her knees. "Come to Daddy!"

***

"Quickly!" William urged, as he picked up his pace, their hurried foosteps ringing on the flagstones as he pulled the young woman along behind him.

"Monsieur" she gasped. "Est-ce que je peux vous faire confiance?"

"Seems to me you've got no choice, love."

She almost tripped on the broken body of Angelus' first victim of the night, letting out a small, pretty cry of distress as she stumbled. "Mon Dieu, mon Dieu!" she gasped.

William suppressed a smirk as he sidesteped the outstretched hands of the corpse. Another of the Sisters of Perpetual Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament. Quite a mouthful, that. "Here, let me" he said, scooping her up into his arms. "We'll make better progress this way."

She was shivering now, but seemed to have decided to trust his judgment, so fiercely did she cling to him as he strode through the corridors. "Sauvez-moi!" she pleaded, voice muffled as she buried her face against his shoulder. "Sauvez-moi!"

"Your faith's a bit wanting, sweetness" he declared, slowing down as he sensed how close they were now to the hiding place of the novices. "But save you I will" he promised, as he kicked open the nearest door. "From all this ritual and…" He set her back down, gave her a slow smile. "…chastity. Nasty business, that."

She swayed unsteadily in front of him, hand reaching once more for her crucifix. "Je ne comprends pas."

"Oh come now. You understood me well enough when you needed safe passage from the charnel-house…"

Right on cue, the sounds of desperate thuddings and shrieks echoed down the corridors, the coppery scent of blood assaulting William's nostrils. He wondered if she smelt it too… A tear slid from her eye, slowly meandered down that lovely soft cheek. Ah yes, she understood very well indeed.

"No need for tears, I'm a man of my word" he soothed, reaching for her free hand, slowly stroking his thumb across the pulse spot at her wrist. "No such brutal end for you, my love." His fingers strayed beneath the wide black sleeve of her habit, revelling in the smooth feel of her unsullied flesh. Tremble all she might, the hitch in her breathing, the heat of her skin, told him all he needed to know. "An educated woman like you must know of Shakespeare" he said softly. "Perhaps you read a little before you joined the Sisters?"

She gave a small nod, unable to tear her eyes away from his intent, enquiring gaze.

"'Measure For Measure', maybe?"

"Non…" Her mouth formed the word, but made no sound.

"A pity. You put me in mind of the chaste Isabella." Carefully reaching out, he prised her fingers from the cross, lifted its chain, drew it over her head. "All she had to do…" He tossed the symbolic trinket into the corner. "Such a little thing." Taking her hand once more, he pressed a soft kiss to her palm, before continuing. "All she had to do was give herself to a man." Another tear came, but still she could not look away. "To save her brother's life." He gave her a moment to let his words sink in, before pressing her palm to his chest, to his unbeating heart. "I swear, you do this for me, give yourself to me, I'll spare the girls. He won't touch them, won't stain their virtue, won't steal their young lives from them."

"I… I cannot" she breathed, trying to pull away.

"Such a small thing? To save so many?" He let go her hand, took a small step back. "And have you never wondered? What it would be like? To be touched, to be stroked, to be *filled* by a man?"

"Non… NON!" she sobbed, frantically making the sign of the cross on her breast. "Diable! Demon!"

"That I am" he responded calmly. He cocked his head to one side, listening. "We have a little time" he continued, raising his voice to be heard above the din of Angelus' not-so-gentle ministrations. "But if I'm to free your little novices, you must make up your mind. Now!" he added, more firmly.

***

Wiping his sleeve across his gore-stained mouth, Angelus lurched through the convent, following the stench of blood and semen. He halted by the open doorway, laughing as he caught sight of the slender, naked woman curled up on the cold stone flags. Not dead yet, a thin, wragged pulse still fluttering in her frail body. "Will?" he called. No answer. Well, he had no qualms in finishing her off, if William had taken his fill. Stepping into the room, he noted the nun's apparel piled neatly on a rough wooden chair. "I see there's been some pretty persuasion here." He smiled indulgently. "My dear Will, ever the seducer."

"But always yours" William vowed, moving up behind him, stroking his hand down Angelus' arm. "Have you enough appetite left for me?" he asked.

Angelus turned, twined his fingers into William's hair, pulled him in for a long, hard kiss. "I've gorged myself on black cherries" he admitted as he reluctantly withdrew. "Besides, we haven't much time to complete the job and make ourselves safe before sunrise…"

"The others? Gone." William hung his head, shame-faced. "I tarried too long with my darling here and they…"

"Fled?" Suspicious, Angelus raised up William's chin with cold fingers, scrutinised his expression. "No matter" he said at last, satisfied. "I had my own preoccupations, afterall."

"But tomorrow, I'm taking you out on the town. I have something in mind to make up for my mistake."

"I'll hold you to that Will." Angelus grinned, giving William's backside a playful slap as they turned to leave. "And seeing as how you are so contrite, maybe you can sleep the morning through in my bed. I'm sure the girls won't mind cuddling up together for once."

Well, Drusilla may not mind, but Darla? William shrugged. That wasn't his problem. As they reached the outer gates of the convent, he halted suddenly. "Damn!" he exclaimed. "I had a souvenir for you."

"Then hurry", Angelus urged, scanning the surrounding streets for signs of life.

William sped back through the corridors, burst into the room where his conquest lay dying. Rummaging through the garments on the chair he found the thrice knotted cord that she had worn about her waist. He knew it would amuse Angelus, and was already anticipating the use to which he would put it.

The woman stirred, tried to speak. "Safe?" she croaked.

He nodded, stroking his fingertips over the ragged puncture wounds in her neck as she died, before affording her some little dignity by covering her with her habit.

She had been a rare delight, sacrificing herself so gracefully and completely, afterall…

***

"Is that the best you can do?" William taunted, leaping out of Angelus' reach, buttocks still smarting from the repeated lash of the knotted rope. He held up both hands, beckoned him in closer. "Come and get me, if you're man enough!"

Angelus charged with a roar, bowling them both over onto the floor, pinning William beneath him and wrapping the cord around his wrists so tightly it made him yelp. "Seems like I'm still hungry afterall" Angelus chuckled, as William squirmed beneath him.

"Knew you would be, I'm hard to resist" William grinned back up at him.

"That you are, you cocky bastard. Spread 'em wide, boy!"

With his arms now bound and forced back above his head, William obediently spread his legs, bent his knees, raised his hips. "You know I let them go, don't you?" he goaded, to lend the fucking an extra frisson.

"The devil you did" Angelus bit back, spitting on the palm of his free hand and stroking it over the head of his cock.

"Made a promise to a lady, so I let them go."

"I know your game, Will. You just want me to hurt you some more." Angelus shifted his weight, manouevering until his cock was pressing between William's splayed buttocks. "And I'm more than happy to oblige" he added with a grunt, as he thrust.

"Then prove it" William challenged, carpet burning his back and shoulders as his body was rocked by Angelus' power.

Despoiling fragile nuns was all well and good, but nothing compared to the big bones, hard fists, even harder muscles of his grandsire. And his big fat cock forcing its way inside him!