What Dies Inside Us: Chapter Six
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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". Rocking on Angelus, Willow barely acknowledged Xander’s presence. Her world had shrunk to bodily sensations. As Angelus kept her balanced on the knife’s edge of orgasm, her body poured copious amounts of sweat and juice onto his cool form. Her head rolled back to rest on the broad shoulder, body wracked with exhaustion. Her eyes fluttered closed even as her hips kept rolling, seeking completion.
Xander’s eyes widened at this strange version of Willow. The Xander-part remembered her as a sweet, wholesome girl-child, who he’d occasionally thought about kissing. This girl, with her whimpers and thrusts, matched nothing his memory could dredge up. Growly Voice, however, had no problem recognizing the scene in front of them.
Without realizing it, Xander had crept farther and farther forward. Reaching the edge of the bed, he slithered down and crawled over to the chair. With a guttural purr, he began to lick his way up Angelus’ leg until he reached the dangling firm balls. Nipping and mouthing the full globes, he purred submissively. He wanted something, and while the Xander-part wasn’t really sure about this, Growly Voice was adamant. Need this, he thought.
“Oh Will, what a treasure ye’ve got,” Angelus observed amusedly, hand reaching down to ruffle the dark hair that tickled his thighs.
“Yeah, he’s a right talented little cocksucker,” Spike agreed, lighting up and inhaling.
Xander knew he should be offended, realized that in his old life he would have been spitting mad at those words. But now he only felt a glow of pride that he’d pleased his Sire and a burning ache to please Angelus, to prove himself worthy. His dick was stiff and dripping, and he moved to take matters in hand.
“Ah, ah, little man,” Spike cautioned. “Thought we discussed that.”
Xander snorted, vibrating the swinging sac he held in his mouth. Discussion, in Spike language, meant Spike had blistered his ass while explaining that Xander’s cock didn’t belong in Xander’s hand. As Spike had explained, Xander belonged to him and he would decide when his little man deserved a good wank. Until then, Xander could just suffer with a rock hard erection.
“Has the boy pleased ye, Will? Should I give a little taste,” Angelus asked Spike, voice thick with lust and amusement.
“Yeah, Sire. Reckon he’s done his best to please. Let him have a mouthful,”Spike answered.
The hand on his head tugged and Xander followed, finding himself buried in the vee of Willow’s thighs. The scent of blood teased at the boundaries of Xander’s senses, but he didn’t want to drain her dry. He wanted…his tongue snaked out and wormed its way into the stretched and filled opening. He moaned as the sweet taste of Willow hit his tongue and wiggled his tongue, seeking more. That little wiggle set Angelus to swearing, and very suddenly, a new taste came dripping down onto Xander’s tongue. Cool and salty, but overlaid with spice, Angelus’ cum stoked the ache in Xander’s cock.
“Up here, little man,” Spike called, seeing his Childe’s hips begin to pump, seeking friction. “Let’s give Angelus that good show, eh?”
Xander withdrew his tongue and scrambled back up to the bed. He dove onto Spike’s cock, desperate for the taste of Spike’s jizz. He took the whole length down his throat, relishing the feel of his throat muscles fluttering around the thick shaft. Once Spike had pointed out that breathing was no longer an issue, Xander had quickly mastered deep throating and now just the feel of cock in his throat was enough to bring him off. As Spike thrust in and out of the welcoming cavern, Xander’s cock pulsed and spat, a puddle of semen collecting underneath him.
Angelus removed Willow from his still hard prick, and set her down on the dildo he’d brought with him. He lapped at her sore cunny, rolling the bloodied pearl between his teeth. As she began to quiver, he tapped the seeping “A” carved into her flesh. She froze, this signal now ingrained in her mind. He’d managed, with the help of a few sessions with the knife, to teach her to hold back her orgasm. Now, a simple touch on his mark and she could last indefinitely.
“Sweet girl,” he rasped from between her thighs. “Love to see ye like this, bleeding and full up to the brim. I’ve a need to attend to my boys now, but I want ye to watch. Fuck yerself, Pretty, while ye watch. Remember, ye’re not to cum without permission.”
Willow nodded, hand straying to her nipples, eyes trained on the bed. Xander was licking up and down Spike’s shaft, tongue flickering in and out. Willow’s mouth mimicked Xander’s, and she slipped a few fingers into her mouth. Suckling noisily, she pumped them in and out, hitting the back of her throat just the way Angelus did. Her overworked body protested, but she ignored the stiffness and soreness in favor of working the dildo inside her. Angelus had spent the last few days pushing her past her limits and separating her mind from her body. She could last all night now, her body merely a vehicle for pleasure. Fuck toy, fuck toy, fuck toy, she chanted inside her head. Angelus’ fuck toy, his sweet girl, his baby, his dirty little whore.
Angelus was behind Xander now, his body large and imposing even in profile. She watched his thick rod slide roughly into Xander’s ass, and the satisfied groan from both vampires shot straight to her pussy. She moved faster, slurping fingers and sloppy cunt working furiously. Spike was on his knees, fucking Xander’s face even as Angelus pistoned between Xander’s muscular cheeks.
Xander looked ecstatic, pinned between the two cocks and Willow felt an intense longing to take his place. She wanted something better to impale herself on than the rubber that currently held her open. She pinched her nipples, twisting the cracked and bleeding nubs between her fingers. She watched avidly as first Spike, then Angelus came, filling Xander’s body from both ends. Xander panted and grunted, calling out for Daddy, Sire, Daddy. He was begging now, on his back and pleading, hips pumping. She knew how he felt, and sympathized with her friend. Empty and needing that little twist, wanting to cum, please please please, yes, sweet whore, always your baby girl, love your cock, Angelus, fuck me, use me, fuck toy, fuck toy, fuck toy.
Angelus heard Willow, her words croaked out from between swollen lips. He looked over at her, saw her fingers rubbing and pinching and as he rose to go over to her, she let out a shriek. She had cum, a long shuddering release that washed over her in waves, tiny broken body convulsing. He smiled tenderly. Everything was going exactly as he’d hoped, and it would only be a day, perhaps two before she’d be his newest Childe. For now, though, she had to pay the penalty for disobedience.
“Dearling, do ye feel better now,” he inquired, a model of concern. When she nodded, he pulled the toy from her body and carried her to the bed.
“Xander, ye’ve been a good boy for yer Sire and for me. My sweet Willow, however, had been terribly naughty. Take yer pleasure, boyo. I’m thinking ye’ve earned it,” Angelus pronounced, watching with glee as the spark returned to Willow’s eyes.
Xander, painfully aroused, leapt at this chance to bury himself inside Willow’s sweet warmth. He no longer cared that she was unwilling, afraid, his childhood friend. He and Growly Voice had made their peace. The demon and the man were one, and both wanted to fuck their way through the body on the bed.
“Little man, you can do what you like with the bint. Just don’t break’er, or Angelus’ll be right pissed,” Spike warned, seeing the hunger on Xander’s face.
“Xander, please, please, don’t, don’t hurt me, Xander, it’s me,” Willow pleaded, drawing on the last little bit of fight she had left. “Remember, Xander? Remember me? Please remember me!”
Xander flipped her onto her stomach, and snarled in her ear, “I remember, Wills. Don’t fight and it won’t hurt.” With that, he shoved inside her, his passage made easier by the copious amount of cum Angelus had spilled earlier.
As her best friend raped her, Willow felt the fight leave her. When the heat wound its way through her belly and exploded in her pussy, she gave up for good. It felt right, being used and taken. She had fought it, fought Angelus and the sweetness of her own orgasm for a week now. It was too much and not enough anymore. She knew she wouldn’t be rescued and her only salvation lay in accepting it.
So when Xander flipped her over, she climbed on top of him and sank down. Buried balls deep inside her, Xander’s prick banged against the tender spongy spot that Angelus had shown her. She writhed and trembled, leaning forward to place a nipple between Xander’s lips. He laved the sore nipple with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth and she cried, her tears dripping into his face.
Angelus came up behind her, arms enfolding her gently and lips pressing against her temple. He whispered in her ear, telling her he was proud of her, she was his precious girl. He asked her to cum for him, and she did, grinding out her completion on Xander’s cock, feeling Xander shoot his cooling seed.
Angelus pulled her into his arms, cuddling her and murmuring nonsense words. He met Spike’s gaze and nodded. She was ready, and before the night was over, the Order of Aurelius would have another member.
Xander’s eyes widened at this strange version of Willow. The Xander-part remembered her as a sweet, wholesome girl-child, who he’d occasionally thought about kissing. This girl, with her whimpers and thrusts, matched nothing his memory could dredge up. Growly Voice, however, had no problem recognizing the scene in front of them.
Without realizing it, Xander had crept farther and farther forward. Reaching the edge of the bed, he slithered down and crawled over to the chair. With a guttural purr, he began to lick his way up Angelus’ leg until he reached the dangling firm balls. Nipping and mouthing the full globes, he purred submissively. He wanted something, and while the Xander-part wasn’t really sure about this, Growly Voice was adamant. Need this, he thought.
“Oh Will, what a treasure ye’ve got,” Angelus observed amusedly, hand reaching down to ruffle the dark hair that tickled his thighs.
“Yeah, he’s a right talented little cocksucker,” Spike agreed, lighting up and inhaling.
Xander knew he should be offended, realized that in his old life he would have been spitting mad at those words. But now he only felt a glow of pride that he’d pleased his Sire and a burning ache to please Angelus, to prove himself worthy. His dick was stiff and dripping, and he moved to take matters in hand.
“Ah, ah, little man,” Spike cautioned. “Thought we discussed that.”
Xander snorted, vibrating the swinging sac he held in his mouth. Discussion, in Spike language, meant Spike had blistered his ass while explaining that Xander’s cock didn’t belong in Xander’s hand. As Spike had explained, Xander belonged to him and he would decide when his little man deserved a good wank. Until then, Xander could just suffer with a rock hard erection.
“Has the boy pleased ye, Will? Should I give a little taste,” Angelus asked Spike, voice thick with lust and amusement.
“Yeah, Sire. Reckon he’s done his best to please. Let him have a mouthful,”Spike answered.
The hand on his head tugged and Xander followed, finding himself buried in the vee of Willow’s thighs. The scent of blood teased at the boundaries of Xander’s senses, but he didn’t want to drain her dry. He wanted…his tongue snaked out and wormed its way into the stretched and filled opening. He moaned as the sweet taste of Willow hit his tongue and wiggled his tongue, seeking more. That little wiggle set Angelus to swearing, and very suddenly, a new taste came dripping down onto Xander’s tongue. Cool and salty, but overlaid with spice, Angelus’ cum stoked the ache in Xander’s cock.
“Up here, little man,” Spike called, seeing his Childe’s hips begin to pump, seeking friction. “Let’s give Angelus that good show, eh?”
Xander withdrew his tongue and scrambled back up to the bed. He dove onto Spike’s cock, desperate for the taste of Spike’s jizz. He took the whole length down his throat, relishing the feel of his throat muscles fluttering around the thick shaft. Once Spike had pointed out that breathing was no longer an issue, Xander had quickly mastered deep throating and now just the feel of cock in his throat was enough to bring him off. As Spike thrust in and out of the welcoming cavern, Xander’s cock pulsed and spat, a puddle of semen collecting underneath him.
Angelus removed Willow from his still hard prick, and set her down on the dildo he’d brought with him. He lapped at her sore cunny, rolling the bloodied pearl between his teeth. As she began to quiver, he tapped the seeping “A” carved into her flesh. She froze, this signal now ingrained in her mind. He’d managed, with the help of a few sessions with the knife, to teach her to hold back her orgasm. Now, a simple touch on his mark and she could last indefinitely.
“Sweet girl,” he rasped from between her thighs. “Love to see ye like this, bleeding and full up to the brim. I’ve a need to attend to my boys now, but I want ye to watch. Fuck yerself, Pretty, while ye watch. Remember, ye’re not to cum without permission.”
Willow nodded, hand straying to her nipples, eyes trained on the bed. Xander was licking up and down Spike’s shaft, tongue flickering in and out. Willow’s mouth mimicked Xander’s, and she slipped a few fingers into her mouth. Suckling noisily, she pumped them in and out, hitting the back of her throat just the way Angelus did. Her overworked body protested, but she ignored the stiffness and soreness in favor of working the dildo inside her. Angelus had spent the last few days pushing her past her limits and separating her mind from her body. She could last all night now, her body merely a vehicle for pleasure. Fuck toy, fuck toy, fuck toy, she chanted inside her head. Angelus’ fuck toy, his sweet girl, his baby, his dirty little whore.
Angelus was behind Xander now, his body large and imposing even in profile. She watched his thick rod slide roughly into Xander’s ass, and the satisfied groan from both vampires shot straight to her pussy. She moved faster, slurping fingers and sloppy cunt working furiously. Spike was on his knees, fucking Xander’s face even as Angelus pistoned between Xander’s muscular cheeks.
Xander looked ecstatic, pinned between the two cocks and Willow felt an intense longing to take his place. She wanted something better to impale herself on than the rubber that currently held her open. She pinched her nipples, twisting the cracked and bleeding nubs between her fingers. She watched avidly as first Spike, then Angelus came, filling Xander’s body from both ends. Xander panted and grunted, calling out for Daddy, Sire, Daddy. He was begging now, on his back and pleading, hips pumping. She knew how he felt, and sympathized with her friend. Empty and needing that little twist, wanting to cum, please please please, yes, sweet whore, always your baby girl, love your cock, Angelus, fuck me, use me, fuck toy, fuck toy, fuck toy.
Angelus heard Willow, her words croaked out from between swollen lips. He looked over at her, saw her fingers rubbing and pinching and as he rose to go over to her, she let out a shriek. She had cum, a long shuddering release that washed over her in waves, tiny broken body convulsing. He smiled tenderly. Everything was going exactly as he’d hoped, and it would only be a day, perhaps two before she’d be his newest Childe. For now, though, she had to pay the penalty for disobedience.
“Dearling, do ye feel better now,” he inquired, a model of concern. When she nodded, he pulled the toy from her body and carried her to the bed.
“Xander, ye’ve been a good boy for yer Sire and for me. My sweet Willow, however, had been terribly naughty. Take yer pleasure, boyo. I’m thinking ye’ve earned it,” Angelus pronounced, watching with glee as the spark returned to Willow’s eyes.
Xander, painfully aroused, leapt at this chance to bury himself inside Willow’s sweet warmth. He no longer cared that she was unwilling, afraid, his childhood friend. He and Growly Voice had made their peace. The demon and the man were one, and both wanted to fuck their way through the body on the bed.
“Little man, you can do what you like with the bint. Just don’t break’er, or Angelus’ll be right pissed,” Spike warned, seeing the hunger on Xander’s face.
“Xander, please, please, don’t, don’t hurt me, Xander, it’s me,” Willow pleaded, drawing on the last little bit of fight she had left. “Remember, Xander? Remember me? Please remember me!”
Xander flipped her onto her stomach, and snarled in her ear, “I remember, Wills. Don’t fight and it won’t hurt.” With that, he shoved inside her, his passage made easier by the copious amount of cum Angelus had spilled earlier.
As her best friend raped her, Willow felt the fight leave her. When the heat wound its way through her belly and exploded in her pussy, she gave up for good. It felt right, being used and taken. She had fought it, fought Angelus and the sweetness of her own orgasm for a week now. It was too much and not enough anymore. She knew she wouldn’t be rescued and her only salvation lay in accepting it.
So when Xander flipped her over, she climbed on top of him and sank down. Buried balls deep inside her, Xander’s prick banged against the tender spongy spot that Angelus had shown her. She writhed and trembled, leaning forward to place a nipple between Xander’s lips. He laved the sore nipple with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth and she cried, her tears dripping into his face.
Angelus came up behind her, arms enfolding her gently and lips pressing against her temple. He whispered in her ear, telling her he was proud of her, she was his precious girl. He asked her to cum for him, and she did, grinding out her completion on Xander’s cock, feeling Xander shoot his cooling seed.
Angelus pulled her into his arms, cuddling her and murmuring nonsense words. He met Spike’s gaze and nodded. She was ready, and before the night was over, the Order of Aurelius would have another member.
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on 2007-02-07 01:34 am (UTC)wow. that was...wow. I loved when Spike talked about his own daddy kink, lol. This was well done and will definately be in the runnings for the Make Me Faint contest. WTG!
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on 2007-02-07 01:39 am (UTC)I'm so so so glad you liked it! Yay!
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on 2007-02-07 10:12 pm (UTC)wow
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I may say something when speech returns
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looks for hubby.... here betafish, betafish, here betafish
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on 2007-02-11 10:22 pm (UTC)But, I am glad you liked it! I enjoy sharing my twisted imagination!
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on 2007-08-06 03:34 am (UTC)Shay
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