What Dies Inside Us: Chapter 3
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Multiple
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, het, blood, non-con, angst, Daddy!kink, BD/SM, and outrageous accents
A/N: Written in response to the Round Sixfangfetish Make Us Faint Challenge.This story takes place in an AU Season 1 of BtVS.The title is derived from the Norman Cousins quote, "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live".
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, het, blood, non-con, angst, Daddy!kink, BD/SM, and outrageous accents
A/N: Written in response to the Round Six
fangfetish Make Us Faint Challenge.This story takes place in an AU Season 1 of BtVS.The title is derived from the Norman Cousins quote, "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live". After a sweet kiss, Angelus and Spike went their separate ways. Spike needed to feed up and rest for his Childe’s awakening, so Angelus carried the now unconscious Willow to his bedroom. He knew Spike would call for him after Xander woke, so they could both welcome the boy to the family. But for now, he focused his attention on the tiny form in his arms.
Laying Willow on the bed, he stripped her clothes off, inspecting her body. She was nicely made, he reflected happily. He examined her small pink-tipped breasts with nipples that crinkled delightfully under his cool breath, pure ivory skin, and delicious smelling cunny. He frowned at the layer of red down covering his prize. Retrieving a razor and some warm water, he set to work, humming a little tune as he scraped away the offensive hair. As he rinsed her, his fingers explored the moist flesh, tickling her clit and tugging at her lips.
She was starting to wake, and he didn’t want her getting the wrong idea. He lifted her from the bed, placing her on a large cushion on the floor. Raising her arms above her head, he reached for his manacles, threading them through an O-ring on the wall. He chained her up, and admired the picture that made, her arms pulled upwards and red hair cascading down to graze those lovely nipples. She was fully aware now, green eyes wide.
“Hello, dearling,’ Angelus crooned, towering over her. “Did ye enjoy yer little rest?”
She continued to stare at him, eyes bright with terror. She seemed to be unaware of the chains or her own nudity. She didn’t struggle or shriek. Her eyes just stared at him, aware but unable to comprehend. He sighed.
“Willow darlin’, when someone asks ye a question, it’s polite to answer them back. Perhaps yer unaware of this, so I’ll ask again,” he replied patiently, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back,” Did ye enjoy yer little rest?”
She nodded jerkily, throat working convulsively. Her mouth opened once, then twice as she tried to speak. Finally, she said, “A-Angel?”
“Ah no, my dearling. It’s Angelus and ever has been. I’ve been waiting for ye, my precious. Months now it’s been and I’ve been ever so patient. Tell me, “ he asked idly, fingers stroking her hair,” are ye happy to see me?”
She gave him a look of panic and confusion. He could see her mind racing, trying to figure out the correct answer. He decided to be lenient this one time, and reached out his other hand to tweak one little nipple. She squeaked adorably and he chuckled.
“A-Angel, why am I…my clothes and..” she broke off when he twisted the hard nubbin between his fingers, face contorting in pain.
“I told ye already, my name is Angelus. You may call me Angelus or Master. And even though ye didn’t answer my question, I’ll answer yours. You belong to me now. Eventually, you’ll be my very own Childe. But first, there’s some learning to be done.”
“Childe? Learning? Wh-what do you mean, Angel-us,” she added hastily, and his fingers began to work the nipple soothingly, stroking and rolling it softly.
“Ye’ve been chosen, dearling. Yer lovely self and Xander, though he’s to be Spike’s boy. He’s been turned already, but I’m a bit…stricter. I’ll not make ye until yer thoroughly schooled,” Angelus answered.
“Schooled? I go to school,” Willow replied, face scrunching endearingly as she tried to work out what was going on.
“Nah, nah, precious. Ye’ll not learn the proper lessons there. I’ve so much to teach you and I’m feeling an eagerness to start,” he said as he released her nipple.
Moving efficiently, he released one wrist from it’s manacle and unthreaded it from the O-ring. Hauling her up roughly, he replaced the manacle and pressed her against his body. She fitted directly underneath his chin, a sweet little armful. He sat on the edge of the bed and cuddled her close.
She sat very still, hands folded in her lap. The manacles stood out in stark contrast to her milky skin and Angelus felt his cock thicken and lengthen in response. He stroked her hair with one hand and the other crept down to rub little circles around her clit.
“Ye’ve been a naughty girl, my Willow,” he murmured into her hair.
“I..I have? But, no, I haven’t. I’m not naughty. No naughty here, Angel. Strictly good,’ she answered, slightly panicky.
He flipped her over, belly down on his lap. Truly, she was his dearling but she vexed him. Told twice now and still she couldn’t listen.
“Very naughty. Ye didn’t answer my question, though I asked it twice. Ye refuse to use my proper name, though again you were told twice. I know how intelligent ye are, so I’m forced to conclude that yer being deliberately disobedient,” he told her calmly. “Since this is yer first night here, I’ll only punish ye a little bit. From here on out though, be warned that yer punishments shan’t be so easy.”
His hand descended on her firm cheeks with a resounding crack and she shrieked. By the tenth smack, she was crying and he stopped for moment, rubbing her nicely reddened arse. Since it was no part of his plan to merely hurt her, he slid his fingers down and slid one gently inside her, stopping when he came into contact with a slight resistance. He’d know she was a virgin, but this confirmation pleased him.
He worked his finger in and out, making sure to gently rub the soft insides of her sex and her tears turned into soft pants. Just when he felt her begin to contract around him, he removed his finger. Bringing it up to his mouth, he licked her sweet juice off, relishing this first taste of her.
Raising his hand again, he resumed her punishment, stopping every ten smacks or so to finger fuck her. By the fiftieth smack, she was slippery wet and moaning. Her ass was a beautiful cherry red and would surely bruise up, and she ground that dripping little cunny hard against Angelus’ leg. He smiled, pleased at how well she took to the peculiar mixture of pain and pleasure.
He pulled her off his lap and deposited her on the bed, sore ass resting on her heels. She winced and tried to pull up, but his hands pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to hold the position. He ran his fingers over her face, tracing her features.
“It occurs to me, dearling, that I’ve not yet given ye a proper kiss. Would ye like that, Willow? A kiss to welcome you home,” he asked her, face full of sweetness.
“H-home? Angelus, I-I don’t know…I…” Willow trailed off, eyes once again filling with tears. Her butt was on fire and she was so cold and scared.
He sighed, and stood up. He pulled something shiny out of his pocket and reached over, pinching her nipples to hardness. Willow felt cold metal brush her skin and sucked in her breath, the metal raising goosebumps on her skin.
“Now, we’ve just been over this. When I ask ye a question, yer to respond. But since the little spanking ye received didn’t teach ye, I’ll have to resort to other measures,” and with that he put the little clamps on her nipples, their teeth digging cruelly into her tender skin.
Her scream played in his ears like a symphony. She moved her hands, trying to reach the clamps and remove them. He chuckled again at her silliness and shoved her down on the bed.
“Oh my beauty, what fun this will be,” Angelus told her, and brought his demonic face forward. “I haven’t had so much fun since my little William had a heartbeat. I told ye, there’s so much for ye to learn. Tonight, I’m going to teach you how to enjoy the pain and how to be a good little girl for Daddy.”
He trailed down her body, and bit her breast, fangs slicing around first one nipple and then the other. He suckled her deeply, tongue working the pointed little bud, relishing the flow of her rich blood down his throat. He reached into his pocket again, pulling out two tiny silver rings.
“What a vision ye are, bloody and chained up. I’ve a mind to do something else, dearling. Ye see, ye must learn to be a good girl and good girls are always sweet to their Daddies. Would ye like to be sweet to me, little Willow,” he asked.
She nodded her head, face wet with tears, body quivering with arousal. He stood and stripped his clothes off, cock bouncing wetly against his belly. Returning to the bed, he knelt, legs on either side of her body.
“Touch me, my good girl, Stroke Daddy’s cock, “ he crooned.
Willow brought her manacled hands up tentatively and using one finger, petted his cock. Grinning, he grabbed her hand and forced it into a fist, pushing it up and down the length of his shaft. She closed her eyes, face showing fear and disgust.
He removed her hand, irritated. Clearly, he overestimated her intelligence. She just wasn’t learning. Well, he’d soon fix that. He made his down her body again, and nipped across her belly, enjoying the pinpricks of blood raised by his fangs. When he reached her slit, he gave it a few languorous licks, tongue lapping and swirling her swollen bud. She tasted ripe and sweet, and he longed to bury his face in that soft pink flesh. He gave her erect pearl one last regretful lick, for she had to learn, didn’t she? His fangs poked tiny holes in both of her outer lips and he decorated her little cunny with the two silver rings.
Peeking out from under the pillow were two emerald green ribbons, exactly the color of his darling girl’s eyes. He slid the two ribbons out, and passed them through the little rings. He pulled and her lips parted, revealing her shiny wet cunt to his gaze. The ribbons were wound around her thighs, tied in neat little bows.
Willow opened her eyes now and glanced down to see her sex splayed open. She gasped, and finally began to struggle, this last indignity too much. Angelus moved quickly to lay on top of her, stiff cock pressed against her virgin entrance.
“Are ye so eager for a good fucking then, my dearling? Tis not the first of yer holes I’d planned to use, but if yer so ready, I’d be happy to oblige,” he purred.
“Get.Off.Me,’ she hissed, green eyes flashing wildly.
“Oh my naughty girl, I’ll not be doing that. This is how ye shall be till ye learn yer place. Yer my girl now, my cunt, my sweet slut. I’ll have ye any way I choose, any time I choose and ye’ll beg for my cock, dearling,” he told her, hand closing around her throat.
That stilled her, and he licked her cheek. That reminded him of what else he’d planned to do on her first night, and his cock throbbed. His dug his hand under her head, finding the knife and bringing it up to her face.
He sat her up a bit, placing plump pillows behind her to prop her up. The knife still resting on her cheek, he knelt over her, cock brushing her plump lips. Angelus moved the knife lower, resting the point just underneath her collarbone. He watched her face, and he could see her pulse fluttering madly in her neck. He ached to taste her again, but he disciplined himself to resist her temptations. By the time he drained her, she’d be the perfect little girl. Until then, he’d forgo.
He rubbed his bulbous head over her lips, painting them with his pre-cum. She closed her eyes, and tried to turn her head, until a sharp slap convinced her otherwise. He dug the knife point into her soft flesh, watching every reaction as it flitted across her face. Fear and pain chasing each other around and around her lovely features and it mixed so nicely with the smell of her blood and her cunt.
“I”ll be doing this every day, lass. Marking you as mine,” he nodded to indicate the bloody letter A he’d carved into the hollow underneath her collarbone. “Twill scar up nicely and follow you into death, so ye’ll always know who you belong to. Now, open up that lovely mouth for me.”
He admired her courage as he watched her shake her head in refusal. She had the spirit he loved in his family, strong and proud. However, she wasn’t family just yet and he wasn’t about to take this type of cheek from a slip of a girl, no matter how lovely she might be.
He wrapped a hand around her jaw and pressed, the pain and pressure forcing her mouth open. He thrust in deeply, and began to work himself inside her heated mouth. Her teeth scraped his tumescent flesh and he began to rock his hips harder, pressing down into her throat. When she began to choke, he pulled back slightly, but continued to fuck her mouth hard and fast.
“Oh, sweet girl, yes…love yer mouth…feels so good on my prick…going to spill in that lovely mouth, dearling…swallow me down, little girl…” he moaned, as his cock swelled.
To his surprise, she began to suck like a baby on a bottle and that last little bit of pressure tipped him over the edge. He felt his sac pull up and his semen barrel up his shaft, exploding into her mouth. He closed his eyes and bellowed in pleasure as his little girl swallowed the cool jets of cum.
When he opened his eyes to look at her, her eyes were already on him. A droplet of cloudy white lingered on her lips and he leaned down to lick it off, enjoying the taste of his spending on her lips. She seemed shocked, her face a mixture of puzzlement and lust.
“Twas lovely, my Willow. You’ve pleased yer Daddy so much, sweet girl. Shall I do the same for you? Relieve the ache yer feelin’,” Angelus asked, voice husky and soft.
Willow’s eyes closed at that, and she jerked her face away, curling in on herself. Angelus smirked, scenting both her lust and her shame. Just as he moved to pick her up and return her to the little cushion on the floor, he heard a familiar voice ask, “Plannin’ on sharing the wealth, Sire?”
Laying Willow on the bed, he stripped her clothes off, inspecting her body. She was nicely made, he reflected happily. He examined her small pink-tipped breasts with nipples that crinkled delightfully under his cool breath, pure ivory skin, and delicious smelling cunny. He frowned at the layer of red down covering his prize. Retrieving a razor and some warm water, he set to work, humming a little tune as he scraped away the offensive hair. As he rinsed her, his fingers explored the moist flesh, tickling her clit and tugging at her lips.
She was starting to wake, and he didn’t want her getting the wrong idea. He lifted her from the bed, placing her on a large cushion on the floor. Raising her arms above her head, he reached for his manacles, threading them through an O-ring on the wall. He chained her up, and admired the picture that made, her arms pulled upwards and red hair cascading down to graze those lovely nipples. She was fully aware now, green eyes wide.
“Hello, dearling,’ Angelus crooned, towering over her. “Did ye enjoy yer little rest?”
She continued to stare at him, eyes bright with terror. She seemed to be unaware of the chains or her own nudity. She didn’t struggle or shriek. Her eyes just stared at him, aware but unable to comprehend. He sighed.
“Willow darlin’, when someone asks ye a question, it’s polite to answer them back. Perhaps yer unaware of this, so I’ll ask again,” he replied patiently, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back,” Did ye enjoy yer little rest?”
She nodded jerkily, throat working convulsively. Her mouth opened once, then twice as she tried to speak. Finally, she said, “A-Angel?”
“Ah no, my dearling. It’s Angelus and ever has been. I’ve been waiting for ye, my precious. Months now it’s been and I’ve been ever so patient. Tell me, “ he asked idly, fingers stroking her hair,” are ye happy to see me?”
She gave him a look of panic and confusion. He could see her mind racing, trying to figure out the correct answer. He decided to be lenient this one time, and reached out his other hand to tweak one little nipple. She squeaked adorably and he chuckled.
“A-Angel, why am I…my clothes and..” she broke off when he twisted the hard nubbin between his fingers, face contorting in pain.
“I told ye already, my name is Angelus. You may call me Angelus or Master. And even though ye didn’t answer my question, I’ll answer yours. You belong to me now. Eventually, you’ll be my very own Childe. But first, there’s some learning to be done.”
“Childe? Learning? Wh-what do you mean, Angel-us,” she added hastily, and his fingers began to work the nipple soothingly, stroking and rolling it softly.
“Ye’ve been chosen, dearling. Yer lovely self and Xander, though he’s to be Spike’s boy. He’s been turned already, but I’m a bit…stricter. I’ll not make ye until yer thoroughly schooled,” Angelus answered.
“Schooled? I go to school,” Willow replied, face scrunching endearingly as she tried to work out what was going on.
“Nah, nah, precious. Ye’ll not learn the proper lessons there. I’ve so much to teach you and I’m feeling an eagerness to start,” he said as he released her nipple.
Moving efficiently, he released one wrist from it’s manacle and unthreaded it from the O-ring. Hauling her up roughly, he replaced the manacle and pressed her against his body. She fitted directly underneath his chin, a sweet little armful. He sat on the edge of the bed and cuddled her close.
She sat very still, hands folded in her lap. The manacles stood out in stark contrast to her milky skin and Angelus felt his cock thicken and lengthen in response. He stroked her hair with one hand and the other crept down to rub little circles around her clit.
“Ye’ve been a naughty girl, my Willow,” he murmured into her hair.
“I..I have? But, no, I haven’t. I’m not naughty. No naughty here, Angel. Strictly good,’ she answered, slightly panicky.
He flipped her over, belly down on his lap. Truly, she was his dearling but she vexed him. Told twice now and still she couldn’t listen.
“Very naughty. Ye didn’t answer my question, though I asked it twice. Ye refuse to use my proper name, though again you were told twice. I know how intelligent ye are, so I’m forced to conclude that yer being deliberately disobedient,” he told her calmly. “Since this is yer first night here, I’ll only punish ye a little bit. From here on out though, be warned that yer punishments shan’t be so easy.”
His hand descended on her firm cheeks with a resounding crack and she shrieked. By the tenth smack, she was crying and he stopped for moment, rubbing her nicely reddened arse. Since it was no part of his plan to merely hurt her, he slid his fingers down and slid one gently inside her, stopping when he came into contact with a slight resistance. He’d know she was a virgin, but this confirmation pleased him.
He worked his finger in and out, making sure to gently rub the soft insides of her sex and her tears turned into soft pants. Just when he felt her begin to contract around him, he removed his finger. Bringing it up to his mouth, he licked her sweet juice off, relishing this first taste of her.
Raising his hand again, he resumed her punishment, stopping every ten smacks or so to finger fuck her. By the fiftieth smack, she was slippery wet and moaning. Her ass was a beautiful cherry red and would surely bruise up, and she ground that dripping little cunny hard against Angelus’ leg. He smiled, pleased at how well she took to the peculiar mixture of pain and pleasure.
He pulled her off his lap and deposited her on the bed, sore ass resting on her heels. She winced and tried to pull up, but his hands pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to hold the position. He ran his fingers over her face, tracing her features.
“It occurs to me, dearling, that I’ve not yet given ye a proper kiss. Would ye like that, Willow? A kiss to welcome you home,” he asked her, face full of sweetness.
“H-home? Angelus, I-I don’t know…I…” Willow trailed off, eyes once again filling with tears. Her butt was on fire and she was so cold and scared.
He sighed, and stood up. He pulled something shiny out of his pocket and reached over, pinching her nipples to hardness. Willow felt cold metal brush her skin and sucked in her breath, the metal raising goosebumps on her skin.
“Now, we’ve just been over this. When I ask ye a question, yer to respond. But since the little spanking ye received didn’t teach ye, I’ll have to resort to other measures,” and with that he put the little clamps on her nipples, their teeth digging cruelly into her tender skin.
Her scream played in his ears like a symphony. She moved her hands, trying to reach the clamps and remove them. He chuckled again at her silliness and shoved her down on the bed.
“Oh my beauty, what fun this will be,” Angelus told her, and brought his demonic face forward. “I haven’t had so much fun since my little William had a heartbeat. I told ye, there’s so much for ye to learn. Tonight, I’m going to teach you how to enjoy the pain and how to be a good little girl for Daddy.”
He trailed down her body, and bit her breast, fangs slicing around first one nipple and then the other. He suckled her deeply, tongue working the pointed little bud, relishing the flow of her rich blood down his throat. He reached into his pocket again, pulling out two tiny silver rings.
“What a vision ye are, bloody and chained up. I’ve a mind to do something else, dearling. Ye see, ye must learn to be a good girl and good girls are always sweet to their Daddies. Would ye like to be sweet to me, little Willow,” he asked.
She nodded her head, face wet with tears, body quivering with arousal. He stood and stripped his clothes off, cock bouncing wetly against his belly. Returning to the bed, he knelt, legs on either side of her body.
“Touch me, my good girl, Stroke Daddy’s cock, “ he crooned.
Willow brought her manacled hands up tentatively and using one finger, petted his cock. Grinning, he grabbed her hand and forced it into a fist, pushing it up and down the length of his shaft. She closed her eyes, face showing fear and disgust.
He removed her hand, irritated. Clearly, he overestimated her intelligence. She just wasn’t learning. Well, he’d soon fix that. He made his down her body again, and nipped across her belly, enjoying the pinpricks of blood raised by his fangs. When he reached her slit, he gave it a few languorous licks, tongue lapping and swirling her swollen bud. She tasted ripe and sweet, and he longed to bury his face in that soft pink flesh. He gave her erect pearl one last regretful lick, for she had to learn, didn’t she? His fangs poked tiny holes in both of her outer lips and he decorated her little cunny with the two silver rings.
Peeking out from under the pillow were two emerald green ribbons, exactly the color of his darling girl’s eyes. He slid the two ribbons out, and passed them through the little rings. He pulled and her lips parted, revealing her shiny wet cunt to his gaze. The ribbons were wound around her thighs, tied in neat little bows.
Willow opened her eyes now and glanced down to see her sex splayed open. She gasped, and finally began to struggle, this last indignity too much. Angelus moved quickly to lay on top of her, stiff cock pressed against her virgin entrance.
“Are ye so eager for a good fucking then, my dearling? Tis not the first of yer holes I’d planned to use, but if yer so ready, I’d be happy to oblige,” he purred.
“Get.Off.Me,’ she hissed, green eyes flashing wildly.
“Oh my naughty girl, I’ll not be doing that. This is how ye shall be till ye learn yer place. Yer my girl now, my cunt, my sweet slut. I’ll have ye any way I choose, any time I choose and ye’ll beg for my cock, dearling,” he told her, hand closing around her throat.
That stilled her, and he licked her cheek. That reminded him of what else he’d planned to do on her first night, and his cock throbbed. His dug his hand under her head, finding the knife and bringing it up to her face.
He sat her up a bit, placing plump pillows behind her to prop her up. The knife still resting on her cheek, he knelt over her, cock brushing her plump lips. Angelus moved the knife lower, resting the point just underneath her collarbone. He watched her face, and he could see her pulse fluttering madly in her neck. He ached to taste her again, but he disciplined himself to resist her temptations. By the time he drained her, she’d be the perfect little girl. Until then, he’d forgo.
He rubbed his bulbous head over her lips, painting them with his pre-cum. She closed her eyes, and tried to turn her head, until a sharp slap convinced her otherwise. He dug the knife point into her soft flesh, watching every reaction as it flitted across her face. Fear and pain chasing each other around and around her lovely features and it mixed so nicely with the smell of her blood and her cunt.
“I”ll be doing this every day, lass. Marking you as mine,” he nodded to indicate the bloody letter A he’d carved into the hollow underneath her collarbone. “Twill scar up nicely and follow you into death, so ye’ll always know who you belong to. Now, open up that lovely mouth for me.”
He admired her courage as he watched her shake her head in refusal. She had the spirit he loved in his family, strong and proud. However, she wasn’t family just yet and he wasn’t about to take this type of cheek from a slip of a girl, no matter how lovely she might be.
He wrapped a hand around her jaw and pressed, the pain and pressure forcing her mouth open. He thrust in deeply, and began to work himself inside her heated mouth. Her teeth scraped his tumescent flesh and he began to rock his hips harder, pressing down into her throat. When she began to choke, he pulled back slightly, but continued to fuck her mouth hard and fast.
“Oh, sweet girl, yes…love yer mouth…feels so good on my prick…going to spill in that lovely mouth, dearling…swallow me down, little girl…” he moaned, as his cock swelled.
To his surprise, she began to suck like a baby on a bottle and that last little bit of pressure tipped him over the edge. He felt his sac pull up and his semen barrel up his shaft, exploding into her mouth. He closed his eyes and bellowed in pleasure as his little girl swallowed the cool jets of cum.
When he opened his eyes to look at her, her eyes were already on him. A droplet of cloudy white lingered on her lips and he leaned down to lick it off, enjoying the taste of his spending on her lips. She seemed shocked, her face a mixture of puzzlement and lust.
“Twas lovely, my Willow. You’ve pleased yer Daddy so much, sweet girl. Shall I do the same for you? Relieve the ache yer feelin’,” Angelus asked, voice husky and soft.
Willow’s eyes closed at that, and she jerked her face away, curling in on herself. Angelus smirked, scenting both her lust and her shame. Just as he moved to pick her up and return her to the little cushion on the floor, he heard a familiar voice ask, “Plannin’ on sharing the wealth, Sire?”
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on 2007-02-27 04:43 am (UTC)