Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ Her New Family ❯ Blood Bonded ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I only own the plot. Everything else is Joss'.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS PURE SMUT.

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Why the world was he staring at her like that?

Gaze buried in the magazine in her hands, Willow shifted uncomfortably in the private jet. She'd always known that Angelus had saved his money well throughout the centuries and wasn't worse for the wear financially, but she never would have guessed that he had a private jet!

Angel had never touched his money because he'd accumulated the wealth while he was Angelus, but Angelus was back now, and had no problem with using the money at all. He sat on the other comfortable leather chair, clothed in a black silk shirt and black pants.

He was delicious and watching her intently, had been doing so since they'd taken off an hour ago.

Gulping, Willow stole a glance at him over the top of her magazine and gave a little `eep', quickly gazing back down at the article when she saw the devilish expression in his demonically dark eyes.

She cried out in surprise when the magazine was jerked out of her hand and she looked up at Angelus in time to be pulled up against him, his mouth crashing down on hers with a ferocity that should have frightened her. Instead, she gave a moan of bliss and dug her fingers into his silken locks, raising her leg slowly up his body before locking it around his waist, bringing them intimately close.

“Dammit woman.” Angelus' voice was rough and husky as he began to nibble his way down her neck, sucking on her pulse, scraping it softly with his fangs.

When he tried to pull away she wouldn't have any of it. Willow knew that he was being something he'd never been, something he hated but thought she needed: a gentleman. But she didn't need a gentleman. Didn't want one either. She needed him, and if she didn't have him she'd explode with frustration.

This wanting ended now.

She surprised them both when her hand snaked between their bodies and cupped him through his pants.

He hissed something in Gaelic, but from the way his eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure she deduced that he hadn't disapproved of her actions.

Made brave by the many nights of sexual torture he'd put her through, Willow pushed him down on the leather seat before sliding to her knees in front of him, shaky hands trembling fiercely, body red with a vicious blush, as she clumsily undid his belt and zipper.

Just the sight hardened Angelus painfully, his cock throbbed and she hadn't even had direct contact with it yet!

Freeing the large, intimidating member, Willow gulped nervously, grabbing it softly. The groan that escaped Angelus' lips gave her more bravery as she slowly began to stroke it. Her heart pounded in her throat as she did so, feeling the member throbbing under her fingers—fingers that couldn't close over it properly due to its thickness.

How the hell was that supposed to be able to fit inside of her?

It was a monster!

With the fear only a virgin could understand, Willow licked her parched lips hesitantly before clearing her throat nervously and closing her eyes, bringing her face towards his dick.

Her eyes flew open as she realized she could smell it. It was musky, earthy, and all around masculine. A drip of pre-cum dribbled at the top, and she decided that the only way she was going to have the bravery to do this was to take this experience as a scientific evaluation.

Her tongue slowly ran over the mushroom head, licking up the pre-cum and swallowing it hesitantly, surprised that it wasn't as vile tasting as she'd heard the girls in the locker room describe it.

Maybe it was a vampire thing?

Angelus nearly jumped out of his skin when her innocent little mouth lowered to his cock once more, and then, in an unexpected move, she took his head in her mouth, taking him in as deep as she could, and although it wasn't much due to his thickness and length, he felt his body trembling.

“Don't stop.” He commanded as he felt her begin to pull away. “Continue dammit!”

Willow hadn't planned on stopping, she just wanted to try and take less out of her mouth. Her jaw was hurting her and she didn't want to graze him with her teeth. She'd been told that that hurt like hell.

Then again, vampires got off on pain, didn't they?

Testing the theory, she allowed her teeth to softly graze the underpart of his shaft, and his loud moan of pleasure caused her to shiver in something she'd never experienced before.

Control.

Bobbing her head slowly up and down his monstrous cock, Willow closed her eyes for better concentration. She'd overheard enough conversations to know enough to alter flicks with her tongue and grazes of her teeth.

And since she couldn't take him completely in her mouth, her hand still clutched the bottom half of his shaft, stroking him at the same torturously slow speed.

His body trembled deliciously and he buried his hands in her hair, growling when his access was hindered by her clip. The vampire tore the clip out of her hair, allowing the red locks to fall free around her shoulder, some strands falling tickling the skin of his now bare stomach.

Digging his hands in her hair, he squeezed, her moan of pain vibrating around his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the brink.

Hells bells. Where the hell had the chit learnt to give head like that? Angelus had never cum from a blowjob before, but he knew that if she didn't stop he would blow his seed in her mouth—and hell save her if she didn't swallow it!

Pulling her off him by her hair, Angelus' eyes closed in concentration as her teeth grazed his cock harder due to her surprise. Dammit, he needed to take her now or he'd cum and he refused to do so unless he was in her!

His yanking her up by her hair pained, yet Willow didn't have time to complain since the moment she stood Angelus reached forwards and grabbed the top of her skirt. With a quick movement he'd torn it in half and thrown the knee-length skirt away form him as if it were infected with the plague.

She blushed at his intent stare as he grabbed her panties and pulled her over to him by them. Positioning her so that she was sitting on his raging hard-on, Willow cried out when he scrunched her panties and pulled it to the side, a curious finger sliding easily into her twat thanks to how wet she was.

“Aye darling.” His accent was thicker than usual, and he seemed to purr as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her before removing it completely and bringing it to his mouth, tasting her.

She shivered, throwing her head back and giving a little cry of pleasure when she felt his finger sliding into her again. “Angelus.”

“Say it.”

Eyes flying open, she looked at him in confusion. “Say what?”

“Tell me what you want me to do.” He commanded.

She blushed. “But Ange--.”

“Say it.”

Biting down on her bottom lip, Willow looked away from him. His finger was frozen inside of her, taunting her with its presence yet not moving, not giving her the pleasure and release she was dying for.

“Fuck me, Angelus.” Her voice was barely over a whisper, her eyes downcast in embarrassment.

“What did you say?” He taunted. “I couldn't hear you.”

Green eyes flashed in anger at him as they met his dark, smoldering gaze, suddenly realizing that he was as desperate as she was. That calmed her anger, and returned that sense of control, even if it were only an illusion. “Fuck me, Angelus. I want your cock in me. I can't stand it any longer. I need you inside of me. Make me cum around your cock. Make me yours.”

Dammit. The chit had turned the tables on him. She was supposed to be embarrassed and blush and give a fight! She wasn't supposed to say those things in that low, seductive voice of hers!

One hand keeping her underwear out of the way, Angelus his finger out of her dripping cunt and used that hand to position his cock there. Looking in her eyes, Angelus grabbed her by her hip and shoved her down onto him, relishing in the look of pain on her face, and her shockingly loud scream, when her hymen broke.

The smell of her virginal blood filled the room, and it was hard for him to wait for her to grow accustomed to him inside of her. When the waiting was proving torturous, he placed both hands at her hips and began to move her up and down his stiff rod. If he'd been a lesser vampire he would have whimpered at the pleasure of her warmth around him, and the smell of her blood and arousal was the headiest aphrodisiac he'd ever encountered.

Willow buried her face in the crook of his neck and cried softly from the pain as he moved her up and down. Her cunt was sore and burning with pain from his brutal intrusion, but she didn't do anything to stop him. She'd asked him to do this and she wasn't going to back down, no matter that she'd nearly fainted from the pain.

Slowly, yet surely, the pain began to subside, and she realized that Angelus was muttering passion-filled words to her in Gaelic once more. She didn't know what he said, but the nearly desperate quality in his voice aroused her. Pleasure started to replace the pain, and she started moving up and down him on her own accord.

Angelus hissed in pleasure, and now that his hands were free he reached around her to grab her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them as he lowered and lifted herself on him. When he pressed her cheeks together, creating more friction, she gave a cry of hot pleasure as she felt, in surprise, a coiling sensation growing in her stomach.

They moved as one, Angelus pushing up as she lowered herself, and pulling away as she lifted. It created a suction that added to the pleasure, and before long Willow was loudly voicing her pleasure, crying Angelus' name as she began to grow crazy with pleasure as the coil in her stomach wound itself tighter and tighter.

Feeling his cock throbbing viciously in her as their movements grew more urgent, less synchronized, Willow screamed, head buried in the nook of his neck, as the coil burst, and she came as Angelus' thrusts grew desperate until he too was crying out in passion.

A sharp pain pierced her neck and, instead of feeling horrified at the fact that he'd bit her and was drawing blood, Willow did something that surprised not only herself, but Angelus at the same time. She bit down on the base of his neck, breaking through his skin and taking his metallic blood in her mouth.

The pleasure intensified as they continued to come viciously, each sucking the other's blood. Slowly they returned from their heady pleasure, and Angelus slowly retracted his fangs from her neck. Surprisingly enough, Willow seemed more reluctant to do the same, yet she did so with a groan of protest.

Feeling her lover's tongue licking at her wound, she smiled, doing the same with his. She could understand why vampires liked blood, it was addictive after the first couple of sips. There was a sense of power, of control, of unadulterated life in it.

When his wound was cleaned, his blood clotted, she closed her eyes and snuggled against him, not even bothering to try take him out of her. Willow mewed contentedly before falling asleep, feeling better than she ever had.

Angelus smirked as he felt her heartbeat decrease and her breathing shallow in sleep. He doubted that Willow understood the implications of what she'd done. To her it'd been following instinct, drawing his blood as he did hers, but the vampire knew better.

They were blood bonded.

His smile was a truly evil thing to behold.

Thanks to her own doings Willow wouldn't ever leave him, not even if she wanted to.

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“Yes Spikey! Yes!” Dru giggled as she looked at him. She'd sat on his lap the whole evening, waiting anxiously, telling him that the stars were being nosy and then had gone silent. That'd frightened her, but then she'd been miffed when not even Miss Edith would speak to her.

“What has you so happy Dru baby?” Spike purred as she ran her fingers through his hair. Lately they hadn't had time to make love, Dru had been too preoccupied with her predictions and then she'd been angry with him for having spent time with `mummy' and `purposely' leaving her out of it.

But they'd made love tonight, and his purr deepened as he kissed his neck.

“They've blood bonded.” She whispered in his ear, trailing the outside with her tongue. “Our family is complete, Spikey. Mom is ours now. We'll be a real family again.” She purred as well, something she hardly ever did.

Dru's purring, and the thought of his sire and Red caused Spike's cock to harden even more. Once again he was reminded why he never regretted becoming a vampire. Not only did one have power, but the family was always first—and intent on giving each other pleasure.

Images of how things would be once Red integrated herself fully into their family caused Spike to groan in pleasure. Families shared, didn't they? And Angelus was never cheap when it came to Spike and Drusilla.

Spike wondered if his grandsire would allow him to bite Red, letting her have both of their claiming bites like Dru, or if he'd want his claim on her only.

Knowing the bloody ponce he'd go with the latter, especially considering that Willow wouldn't be a Childe, but a Mate.

“Lets celebrate, Spike? While the stars are asleep and Miss Edith has tea with the other dolls?” Dru asked in an innocent little voice.

Spike smirked. Oh he would celebrate all right.

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Oliver frowned. He'd agreed to talk to Brit, but he wasn't listening to her as she went on and on again about something or the other. His mind was on other things.

Who was Angelus? What did he do to support himself? What crowd did he hang with? What made him so irreplaceable to Willow? Why did she leave with him as if nothing had happened?

There was something going on, and Oliver refused to believe that it was love.

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