The Demon inside

Buffy stalked through the cemetary, daring any vampires to come near her. Several had took up the challenge but they in piles of dust around the aging gravestones, neatly dispatched in a few swipes of a stake. The remaining vamps used their heads. She last saw them disappearing into the woods, running as fast as they could. She was too pissed off to chase them however. She had had a REALLY bad day. A phenominaly bad day. Yet her duties still called, and she had to go one this STUPID patrol, to look for these FUCKING vampires, when she'd MUCH rather be curled up in front of a fire, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket drinking some hot chocolate.

Even as she raged to herself, one vampire remained, watching her from the shadows. She looked beatiful with her blonde hair glistening in the moonlight. His eyes turned yellow as he went into his "game" face and stepped out of the shadows.

"Hello, Buff." He said softly in his cool voice. She gasped, not hearing him approach since she was too busy raging.

"Ang...Angelus..." She stuttered slightly, nervouse but would rather die then let him know that. "What do you want?"

"What do you think, Slayer?" He said with an evil laugh.

"I told you already! last time was the LAST time! Now I'm just gonna have to stake you" She reply, twirling her stake.

"Go ahead, love" He said, throwing his arms open, exposing his chest. His leather jaket parted revealing a bare chest beneath. Buffy couldnt resist taking in the sight of his perfectly chiseled chest as he stood in the moonlight. "Well what are you waiting for?!" He demanded. Suddenly, Buffy lunged at him, kicking his legs out from under him. Even as fast as she was, he was faster. He hit the ground, bringing her down with him then rolled the slayer over so that he straddled her. Fear showed in her eyes as he grinned down at his captured prey.

Lowering his head, his lips closed over hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
"GET OFF OF ME!" She screaming into his mouth "I WONT DO THIS AGAIN!!" The vampire ignored her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, his other hand sliding up her shirt. She gasped as the ice cold hand grazed her nipple. With his thumb he began to message it, rolling the pink nub in his hands, pinching it every now and then. Unwillingly she moaned. Wild hope flared up in her as he lowered his hand as if to lift her shirt. Surely he'd have to release her wrists to take of her shirt...then maybe she could fight back... As if her heard her thoughts he grinned, then ripped the flimsy shirt it half, throwing it clear of her body. Her lacy bra recieved the same treatment.

Angelus sat back and admired his work, the slayer pinned beneath him, topless with her hard nipples pointing up in the cool night air. Slowly, tantalizingly, he bagan to suck her erect nipple, while playing with the other with his free hand. The slayer moaned loudly as he bit into her sensitive skin.

He then began trailing kisses down her stomach, pausing to dip a tongue into her naval. Then he stopped at the waistband of her pants. He slid one hand inside, brushing softly against her wet sex. Then he releaser her wrists and used the other hand to remove her pants. Her smirked at her as she moaned, making no attempt to escape. Then he lowered his head in between her legs and began to kiss her inner thighs, blatantly ignoring her needy sex. She groaned as electric shocks were sent through her, ending in her already soaking wet center. Finally, Angelus worked his way up to her sex and took the bottom of her panties in his teeth then slid it down her legs, giving him full access to her.

He set to work with a frenzy, licking kissing and biting her clit and then sliding his tongue into her slit. She moaned and arched towards him, her hips trusting as he slid one...two...three...fingers inside of her then began to finger fuck her, painfully slow. He waited until he felt her climax build, then pulled out. She groaned at the loss of contact, sobbing inarticulately.

"Please....please...." She managed to sob out.

"What do you want, Slayer?"

"I want...I want you inside of me..."

"You want my cock, slut?" he asked her and she nodded, her eyes staring past him, her cheeks red.

"Then come get it." He said, sitting back. She scrambled out from underneath him and quickly pushed his leather coat off his shoulders, then began to fumble with the buttons on his pants. He just laught sadistically as she struggled with them, desperate. Finally she got them off and she was gratefull he didn't believe in boxers or briefs. His erection was straining, almost purple with need, yet he still managed to keep his composure as she ran her hands up its length.

Suddenly he stood up, holding her where she was so that she was kneeling in front of him.
"Thats right, slut, stay on your knees. You wanted my cock, so now you can suck it." He said, grabbing her head and forcing himself inside her mouth. She tentatively began to suck, running her tongue up the underside of his cock. She moved too slow for his needs, so he grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting painfully down her throat, then staying there till she almost suffocated, before pulling out and thrusting in again. After what seemed like ages to Buffy, he pulled out and came, shooting his cold seed all over her face as tears ran down her cheeks. Neither of the couple saw the dark figure behind a nearby tombstone turn and run out of the graveyard.

"Awww, look at the little bitch wearing my cum..." He said cruelly, then threw her onto her back. "Spread your legs." She cried obediently, the fire gone out of her eyes. Angelus grabbed his already hardening cock and pumped it with his hand a few times, staring at her lying naked on the ground of the cemetary, her legs spread wide. Then he got down on his knees and grabbed her legs, tossing them over his shoulders. She closed her eyes as she felt his erection pressing against her sex. Unwillingly she moaned and bucked her hips towards him.

Without further delay, he buried himself in her, up to the hilt. She screamed and he paused a moment, enjoying the sound. Then, he began thrusting hard and fast. If she was not the slayer, it probably would have killed her as he mercilessly thrust into her. They were both getting close to climax, so he reached down and played with his balls, then with one final thrust shot his seed inside of her, then withdrew. He was gone with a final, cold, "Bye, Slut, Good fuck", leaving her naked, unsatisfied and crying on the cold ground.