Acathla Rocks
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Willow
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Adult ++
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1
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6,327
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Acathla Rocks
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters or places mentioned within, that dubious pleasure lies with Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
ACATHLA ROCKS
Willow had been disappointed. Oz hadn’t wanted her, not in that way, not yet. She wondered what was wrong with her. Was she not attractive, did Oz just not want her?
Willow had fled Oz’s company when he had turned her advances down, not knowing where she was headed, and not really caring. She had just wanted to get away so that she could cry and feel sorry for herself for a while.
On looking up she realised where she was, Angel's mansion. What had brought her here? Why had her legs, in all their wisdom, strayed to the one place where she didn’t want to be? But then again, it was still daylight. Angelus would still be sleeping. What better time to snoop round and see if there was any information she could find.
On entering the mansion Willow saw a statue of a large demon in the middle of the floor. It caught her attention and held it. Willow blushed when she realised where she was staring. The statue was fully anatomically correct and was shown in a state of arousal.
Making her way across to the statue, Willow wondered if it was possible. She had a dildo stashed away in a drawer at home, but that was just a representation of one part of the body. She wondered what it would be like to actually be able to wrap her legs round someone's, or in this case something's, waist.
Without realising what she was doing Willow found herself trailing a hand across the statues chest, the other hand moving down to its erect cock, feeling it in her hand, trying to gauge how much of it she could take. This was crazy, she thought to herself. What was she doing here, doing this? But she knew she wanted something. She almost needed something to satisfy herself. Then she was down on her knees, putting her mouth over the erection, trying to get it slick and wet so that it would slide into her more easily.
Angelus watched Willow from the shadows, intrigued by the little hacker turning up in his mansion. He could smell her tears as she entered, and smiled when she stood gawking at Acathla. Then, in what seemed to be a sudden turn of events, he saw Willow start to fondle Acathla, one hand on its chest and the other on its stone cock.
He could smell her arousal as she did so, and moved closer to her, but still stayed in the shadows. He saw her going down on her knees and taking Acathla into her mouth. At this Angelus felt himself starting to get hard. He’d never really noticed Willow before, not having found her to be a particular threat to him. He watched as her small breasts were just barely showing through her top, enticing him in their perfectly formed and pert way. And those legs. He now saw that he could easily get himself lost in her legs.
As this thought struck him Willow stood up, obviously finished with her mouth, then slipped her panties off from under her skirt and slowly positioned herself on Acathla so that she could lower herself onto him.
Willow wondered how best to do this as she stood back up again and quickly removed her panties. She clambered up onto the statue and positioned herself over its cock, and then lowered herself onto him. Gasping as the head entered her she continued to rock herself up and down as she got more purchase and wrapped her legs round the statue.
She held herself close to the statue as she fucked it. Gasping in pleasure every time she forced herself down onto the cold but erect cock. The feeling of stone against her being more pleasurable then even she thought was possible.
Angel watched in awe as Willow started to fuck Acathla, the smell of her arousal getting him harder by the second until he could no longer contain himself. Slowly making his way to her so that he would be able to catch her by surprise, he grabbed Willow by the waist as she was on one of her upward movements, pulled her off the statue, and spun her round to face him.
“Hey Willow. If you wanted some real loving, you could have just asked.” He told her as he started to unzip his pants. He let go of Willow, stepping back to let his pants fall down to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear as well as his fully erect cock, and then stepped out of them towards where Willow was now lying, paralysed with fear.
Willow couldn’t speak as Angel moved towards her. Her eyes couldn’t stray from the cock moving towards her. A living erection, attached to a living, well as good as living, body. She didn’t care that this was Angelus, she had started to get off on the statue and needed to finish, and here he was offering himself up to here, she couldn’t stop herself.
Suddenly she was there, her mouth taking him greedily while her hands worked the base of his shaft and nipped at his balls. She worked faster as she heard him groaning in pleasure. She felt his hands on the back of her head, pushing her mouth further onto him, almost making her gag. She then felt him buck into her mouth, soon followed by his cool cum sliding down her throat.
As she removed herself from him, she looked up and smiled, glad she could bring so much pleasure to him, and hoping that now she would receive as much pleasure as she had given him. Angelus smiled down at her, and then knelt down with her, removing her top and bra to reveal the breasts he had been longing to see since she had entered the mansion. His lips were on them in an instant as his hands drifted to her waist, moving up underneath her short skirt. He pulled her onto him, letting her sink slowly onto his shaft with only gravity to guide her. He gasped at how tight she was, at how she clenched at him almost as soon as he entered her.
“Ahhh, Willow.” He gasped as he forced himself into her further, smiling as she pushed herself down onto him as well in unison with his thrusts. “Always knew you’d be a better fuck than Buffy.”
The image of Buffy fucking Angel only made Willow feel hotter, and she could feel the orgasm flow through her as she forced herself down onto. “Angel. Aaaaah, Angel.” She screamed as the orgasm shuddered through her and she felt his seed enter her as well.
Coming down from the orgasm, Willow just lay there, still wearing only her skirt and a smile. She wondered how was she going to explain this to the others. But right at that moment, she didn’t care.
The End.
ACATHLA ROCKS
Willow had been disappointed. Oz hadn’t wanted her, not in that way, not yet. She wondered what was wrong with her. Was she not attractive, did Oz just not want her?
Willow had fled Oz’s company when he had turned her advances down, not knowing where she was headed, and not really caring. She had just wanted to get away so that she could cry and feel sorry for herself for a while.
On looking up she realised where she was, Angel's mansion. What had brought her here? Why had her legs, in all their wisdom, strayed to the one place where she didn’t want to be? But then again, it was still daylight. Angelus would still be sleeping. What better time to snoop round and see if there was any information she could find.
On entering the mansion Willow saw a statue of a large demon in the middle of the floor. It caught her attention and held it. Willow blushed when she realised where she was staring. The statue was fully anatomically correct and was shown in a state of arousal.
Making her way across to the statue, Willow wondered if it was possible. She had a dildo stashed away in a drawer at home, but that was just a representation of one part of the body. She wondered what it would be like to actually be able to wrap her legs round someone's, or in this case something's, waist.
Without realising what she was doing Willow found herself trailing a hand across the statues chest, the other hand moving down to its erect cock, feeling it in her hand, trying to gauge how much of it she could take. This was crazy, she thought to herself. What was she doing here, doing this? But she knew she wanted something. She almost needed something to satisfy herself. Then she was down on her knees, putting her mouth over the erection, trying to get it slick and wet so that it would slide into her more easily.
Angelus watched Willow from the shadows, intrigued by the little hacker turning up in his mansion. He could smell her tears as she entered, and smiled when she stood gawking at Acathla. Then, in what seemed to be a sudden turn of events, he saw Willow start to fondle Acathla, one hand on its chest and the other on its stone cock.
He could smell her arousal as she did so, and moved closer to her, but still stayed in the shadows. He saw her going down on her knees and taking Acathla into her mouth. At this Angelus felt himself starting to get hard. He’d never really noticed Willow before, not having found her to be a particular threat to him. He watched as her small breasts were just barely showing through her top, enticing him in their perfectly formed and pert way. And those legs. He now saw that he could easily get himself lost in her legs.
As this thought struck him Willow stood up, obviously finished with her mouth, then slipped her panties off from under her skirt and slowly positioned herself on Acathla so that she could lower herself onto him.
Willow wondered how best to do this as she stood back up again and quickly removed her panties. She clambered up onto the statue and positioned herself over its cock, and then lowered herself onto him. Gasping as the head entered her she continued to rock herself up and down as she got more purchase and wrapped her legs round the statue.
She held herself close to the statue as she fucked it. Gasping in pleasure every time she forced herself down onto the cold but erect cock. The feeling of stone against her being more pleasurable then even she thought was possible.
Angel watched in awe as Willow started to fuck Acathla, the smell of her arousal getting him harder by the second until he could no longer contain himself. Slowly making his way to her so that he would be able to catch her by surprise, he grabbed Willow by the waist as she was on one of her upward movements, pulled her off the statue, and spun her round to face him.
“Hey Willow. If you wanted some real loving, you could have just asked.” He told her as he started to unzip his pants. He let go of Willow, stepping back to let his pants fall down to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear as well as his fully erect cock, and then stepped out of them towards where Willow was now lying, paralysed with fear.
Willow couldn’t speak as Angel moved towards her. Her eyes couldn’t stray from the cock moving towards her. A living erection, attached to a living, well as good as living, body. She didn’t care that this was Angelus, she had started to get off on the statue and needed to finish, and here he was offering himself up to here, she couldn’t stop herself.
Suddenly she was there, her mouth taking him greedily while her hands worked the base of his shaft and nipped at his balls. She worked faster as she heard him groaning in pleasure. She felt his hands on the back of her head, pushing her mouth further onto him, almost making her gag. She then felt him buck into her mouth, soon followed by his cool cum sliding down her throat.
As she removed herself from him, she looked up and smiled, glad she could bring so much pleasure to him, and hoping that now she would receive as much pleasure as she had given him. Angelus smiled down at her, and then knelt down with her, removing her top and bra to reveal the breasts he had been longing to see since she had entered the mansion. His lips were on them in an instant as his hands drifted to her waist, moving up underneath her short skirt. He pulled her onto him, letting her sink slowly onto his shaft with only gravity to guide her. He gasped at how tight she was, at how she clenched at him almost as soon as he entered her.
“Ahhh, Willow.” He gasped as he forced himself into her further, smiling as she pushed herself down onto him as well in unison with his thrusts. “Always knew you’d be a better fuck than Buffy.”
The image of Buffy fucking Angel only made Willow feel hotter, and she could feel the orgasm flow through her as she forced herself down onto. “Angel. Aaaaah, Angel.” She screamed as the orgasm shuddered through her and she felt his seed enter her as well.
Coming down from the orgasm, Willow just lay there, still wearing only her skirt and a smile. She wondered how was she going to explain this to the others. But right at that moment, she didn’t care.
The End.