Angelus

TITLE: Angelus
PAIRING: You choose. Go ahead -you know you want to. Yeah, just like that.
RATING: ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY NC-17.
LEGAL: Angelus belongs to Joss Whedon and an assortment of people and corporations that don't involve me. This story does not, in any way, benefit me financially.


Chapter I of I
I revel in the feel of his skin on mine. I like the way his belly rubs me when he shifts above me. The way his lips feel against my neck, just before he nips the skin. I wince at the minor pain, and my fingernails dig into his back. He nibbles and sucks, and I moan and shudder as his tongue swirls and tastes and laps. I arch into his thrusts, as my entire body becomes aroused. His skin on my breasts makes me moan more, and I meet him as he thrusts harder into me. Somewhere inside of me, he pounds into that space that drives me closer and closer to completion. But I want this to last. I shift my hips, to delay the orgasm. I feel him smile against my cheek. He knows he feels good, and that I'm fighting against his purpose.
He rotates his hips, intent on one thing; he wants to see me cum. He wants to feel it. He wants to hear me scream, and moan uncontrollably as he thrusts on and on and on. He will smile down at me, through wonder and lust ridden eyes as I thrash and writhe beneath him. And even as I come down, and try to regain my senses, I know he will find another way to get what he wants.
He dominates me completely, as I give in to his every whim. At his silent command, I prostrate myself and wait, not breathing, until he drives himself into me from behind, deeper than before. Harder than before. Faster than before. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls. I cry out, and raise my head as he thrusts even harder, and even deeper, now that my back is arched as far as it will go. I continue to cry out as he hurts me, seeking his own release. I cry out, as once again I am on the edge of orgasm.
The pain and ecstasy mingle in a jumble of overwhelming sensations. He has nearly pulled me onto his lap, and he is thrusting furiously. I no longer have the strength to resist. I let myself come, screaming as I clench around him, and the feel of him, so hard and insistent inside of me, intensifies the orgasm.
He releases my hair, and wraps himself around me. His lips touch my the back of my shoulder.. I gasp when sharp canine teeth tear through my flesh. Powerful suction, interrupted only when his canines shift as he swallows, eats at the very core of my mortal existence. But all is blurred, as I cum once again, simply from the electric current that stems from his feeding. He grunts as his body surges toward completion. And he growls, his seed spurts into me, cooling my womb for a brief moment.
I am weak, and shaking. I feel light headed. I lean forward a bit, and feel his now softening cock slide out. I simply slide down onto the sheets under me. Long moments pass, as he kneels over me, and licks away the blood pooling on my back. When he does lay down beside me, purring contentedly, I smile weakly, and tell him I love him, and then my eyes close, and I fall into a deep sleep.

She is magnificent. Her skin gleams with sweat. Her eyes are heavy with desire. Her back is arched, and her hips rock to my thrusts. I love the way her skin looks against mine -glowing and pulsing with the essence of life, against the marble like paleness of death. It feeds my lust, and I want to go deeper. I need to. But first, I want to see her cum.
I know why she shifts her hips, she doesn't want to cum yet. She knows I won't stop until I drive all thought from her mind. Until the only thing she can think about is the way I make her feel. The way I fuck her like the animal that I am.
Beautiful.
She is mine: Heart, body and soul. And that's what I want to touch, as I slide in an out of her shuddering heat, is her soul. I find that place again, and make her cum, make her scream, and make her lose control of her body as it explodes in orgasm. I can't help but smile.
At some point I stop, and point to the bed. As she bows before me, I quickly reposition myself. I am not patient; not in this, not with her. I place my hands on her hips, and plunge in, as if diving into a pool of human ecstasy. I won't last long like this. I never do. It feels too good. And it's hard not to hurt her as I lose myself in a frenzy of bestial fucking.
I am what I am. A killer not only by instinct, but by choice as well. I relish her cries of pain. I can not help it, this is pay-back for her previous rebellion, for I will not be defied. I force her to my will, pulling her back onto my raging cock. And still, it is not enough.
She is mine. Completely, without respite, forever. My body can no longer hold off the inevitable, and I cum. But I will have her again this night, and in my own way, I will apologize for the brutality, the ferocious lust. As I have taken what I need from her now, I will fervently worship her later. I will give her anything she wants.

Because I am hers: Completely. Without respite, forever.

FINI.