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snoggedTitle: Passion (Rules Us All)
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series. I don’t. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Darla/Vamp!Willow
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; dark/angst, PWP/smut, language, blood, discussions of death
Word Count: 1180
Setting: Set in the Wish!Verse, after “The Harvest.”
Summary: What if Darla had been on the one to turn Willow in the Wish!Verse?
Beta: The positively delightful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angelskuuipo and the remarkably stellar velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
Author’s Note: Written foraaronlisa for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash_minis “Wishverse” Challenge. My prompts were: Darla/Vamp!Willow, Wishverse, Darla teaching Willow about what she is, Sunnydale High. She did not want to see Slayers or a Season 3 setting.
“Exciting, isn’t it?”
Willow turned her head at the sound of a woman’s voice.
Her sire’s voice.
Darla’s voice.
“Depends on your definition of exciting,” Willow replied, frowning, as her fingers traced an imaginary line from her collarbone, through the valley of her breasts, and down to her belly button. The demon inside her body still found it strange that she was wearing the same clothes she died in, despite being undead for several weeks now.
“Looks to me like I’m the same boring girl I always was. Fluffy skirt, hideous pink sweater. The only improvement I can see is the fangs.”
To prove her point, Willow’s features morphed – bony ridges etched into her forehead, hazel-green eyes engulfed by feral yellow ones, sharp canines descending past her bottom lip.
Darla smiled and stepped towards her prodigy. Darla’s features changed as well as her tongue darted out to snatch the drop of blood that threatened to fall from Willow’s lip. She brought her hands up to cup Willow’s face and Willow responded accordingly, nuzzling her cheek against Darla’s palm.
“My girl, my intelligent dark one, you are my favorite. Watching you take your first kill last night was mesmerizing. There was so much pain, so much agony. You were so delicate, so skilled. I never would have known it was your first time.”
A smirk played at the corner of her lips.
“Someone has done her research, hasn’t she? All those quiet moments in the library with the White Hats’ books. Too bad you were led astray by the promise of vanilla frozen yogurt. It’s so positively…plain.”
Willow opened her mouth to protest, but Darla’s mouth captured hers, swallowing the words before they formed. Willow moaned in response, sliding her thigh between Darla’s legs.
Passion had been her first lesson.
Darla had found the sleeping beast inside Willow mere moments after she had first clawed her away out of that nasty grave. She had taught Willow how to howl, how to beg, how to cry in ecstasy and scream in pain.
Darla had said it was something all vampires should know and Willow had listened.
Even as a vampire, she wanted to be a good student.
Always wanted to be the teacher’s pet.
In fact, if she had lived long enough to graduate from Sunnydale High, she would have been voted most likely to succeed, or most likely to be president, or most likely to….
Force a mandatory citywide curfew?
Reduce class sizes to 8 students a room?
Willow smiled, imagining the potential of the Master and his clan now that they had completed the Harvest.
Darla’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, distracting her from her internal thought babble.
Willow moaned, sliding her hands in between their bodies and tearing apart the fabric of Darla’s sweater as if were tissue paper.
Mmm…
How had she ever crushed on Xander for as long as she had when the female body was just so…easy to get lost in?
Why hadn’t she figured this part out when she was human?
Darla threaded her fingers in Willow’s red locks and sank her fingernails into Willow’s scalp. Willow moaned and playfully bit down on Darla’s lip, tasting the coppery sweetness of her sire’s blood.
“Fuck,” Darla groaned. Keeping one hand on Willow’s cheek, she reached down with the other to yank up her Catholic schoolgirl skirt, revealing her freshly shaven cleft.
She lowered herself onto Willow’s thigh, loving the friction she created as she rubbed herself against Willow’s soft purple tights, smearing her wetness all over the fabric. Vampire or not, Willow was still so new and so innocent. Fresh like fallen daisies and thankfully not as bat-shit insane as Drusilla was.
“Big things are coming your way, my darling girl. You are going to be queen of this world. Mortals will whimper and cower in your presence. They will offer their throats to you….offer you….”
Darla panted and bucked her hips against Willow’s leg, feeling the sensation sizzle against her clit.
“Their fealty.”
Her moans reverberated around the empty room, transforming into some triumphant howl.
“Their death.”
Willow smirked, her tongue darting forward to lick a wide stripe from Darla’s chin to the arch of her cheekbone. Then, with cheetah-like reflexes, her hands encircled Darla’s throat, shoving the older vampire against the wall.
Darla gasped, her eyes widening in pleasure.
Passion.
It was ruling her now the way it always had.
Willow thrust four fingers into Darla’s gaping slit and Darla cried out as those delicate little fingers wriggled and wormed around inside of her, stretching her, filling her.
“I know someone who’s coming already,” Willow replied, giggling at her joke as she tightened her grip on Darla’s throat. Once more, she pulled her fingers out of Darla’s cunt and slammed them back in again.
Darla kept her grasp on Willow’s hair, feeling the cracks forming behind her in the wall, feeling the crumbling drywall dust against her skin.
Willow kept up the punishing pace until Darla’s orgasm was ripped from her and then, Willow let go, leaving Darla to crumple to the floor, unable to keep herself up.
“Bored now,” Willow murmured, stripping off the fuzzy pink sweater, tights, and skirt, and tossing them at Darla’s feet.
Darla marveled at Willow’s lithe, naked form as she pushed herself up into a seated position. There was so much potential there, so much power hiding underneath the surface.
Darla couldn’t deny wanting to taste the darkness she was certain was brewing there.
“You don’t have to be bored, my darling girl. There are so many more lessons to teach. So many more ways I can make you scream.”
She leaned her body forward so that her tongue was in line with Willow’s swollen pussy. Willow parted her legs, letting Darla’s tongue expertly slip between her folds to torture and tease her clit, switching between dull human teeth and enticingly sharp fangs.
As Willow reached her quivering climax, Darla laughed lightly and pulled Willow down to the floor with her. Their bodies entangled in each other, sweat glistening on their skin.
“What would you like tonight, my dark daughter? Some new clothes? Leather, perhaps? I could see you in a leather bustier, your breasts pillowed and heaving.”
Willow licked her lips and nuzzled her face into Darla’s neck.
“Better idea.”
“What’s that?” Darla asked.
Willow grinned, danger and mischief sparkling in her green eyes.
“I want a puppy.”
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel the Series. I don’t. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Darla/Vamp!Willow
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; dark/angst, PWP/smut, language, blood, discussions of death
Word Count: 1180
Setting: Set in the Wish!Verse, after “The Harvest.”
Summary: What if Darla had been on the one to turn Willow in the Wish!Verse?
Beta: The positively delightful
angelskuuipo and the remarkably stellar velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.Author’s Note: Written for
aaronlisa for femslash_minis “Wishverse” Challenge. My prompts were: Darla/Vamp!Willow, Wishverse, Darla teaching Willow about what she is, Sunnydale High. She did not want to see Slayers or a Season 3 setting.“Exciting, isn’t it?”
Willow turned her head at the sound of a woman’s voice.
Her sire’s voice.
Darla’s voice.
“Depends on your definition of exciting,” Willow replied, frowning, as her fingers traced an imaginary line from her collarbone, through the valley of her breasts, and down to her belly button. The demon inside her body still found it strange that she was wearing the same clothes she died in, despite being undead for several weeks now.
“Looks to me like I’m the same boring girl I always was. Fluffy skirt, hideous pink sweater. The only improvement I can see is the fangs.”
To prove her point, Willow’s features morphed – bony ridges etched into her forehead, hazel-green eyes engulfed by feral yellow ones, sharp canines descending past her bottom lip.
Darla smiled and stepped towards her prodigy. Darla’s features changed as well as her tongue darted out to snatch the drop of blood that threatened to fall from Willow’s lip. She brought her hands up to cup Willow’s face and Willow responded accordingly, nuzzling her cheek against Darla’s palm.
“My girl, my intelligent dark one, you are my favorite. Watching you take your first kill last night was mesmerizing. There was so much pain, so much agony. You were so delicate, so skilled. I never would have known it was your first time.”
A smirk played at the corner of her lips.
“Someone has done her research, hasn’t she? All those quiet moments in the library with the White Hats’ books. Too bad you were led astray by the promise of vanilla frozen yogurt. It’s so positively…plain.”
Willow opened her mouth to protest, but Darla’s mouth captured hers, swallowing the words before they formed. Willow moaned in response, sliding her thigh between Darla’s legs.
Passion had been her first lesson.
Darla had found the sleeping beast inside Willow mere moments after she had first clawed her away out of that nasty grave. She had taught Willow how to howl, how to beg, how to cry in ecstasy and scream in pain.
Darla had said it was something all vampires should know and Willow had listened.
Even as a vampire, she wanted to be a good student.
Always wanted to be the teacher’s pet.
In fact, if she had lived long enough to graduate from Sunnydale High, she would have been voted most likely to succeed, or most likely to be president, or most likely to….
Force a mandatory citywide curfew?
Reduce class sizes to 8 students a room?
Willow smiled, imagining the potential of the Master and his clan now that they had completed the Harvest.
Darla’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, distracting her from her internal thought babble.
Willow moaned, sliding her hands in between their bodies and tearing apart the fabric of Darla’s sweater as if were tissue paper.
Mmm…
How had she ever crushed on Xander for as long as she had when the female body was just so…easy to get lost in?
Why hadn’t she figured this part out when she was human?
Darla threaded her fingers in Willow’s red locks and sank her fingernails into Willow’s scalp. Willow moaned and playfully bit down on Darla’s lip, tasting the coppery sweetness of her sire’s blood.
“Fuck,” Darla groaned. Keeping one hand on Willow’s cheek, she reached down with the other to yank up her Catholic schoolgirl skirt, revealing her freshly shaven cleft.
She lowered herself onto Willow’s thigh, loving the friction she created as she rubbed herself against Willow’s soft purple tights, smearing her wetness all over the fabric. Vampire or not, Willow was still so new and so innocent. Fresh like fallen daisies and thankfully not as bat-shit insane as Drusilla was.
“Big things are coming your way, my darling girl. You are going to be queen of this world. Mortals will whimper and cower in your presence. They will offer their throats to you….offer you….”
Darla panted and bucked her hips against Willow’s leg, feeling the sensation sizzle against her clit.
“Their fealty.”
Her moans reverberated around the empty room, transforming into some triumphant howl.
“Their death.”
Willow smirked, her tongue darting forward to lick a wide stripe from Darla’s chin to the arch of her cheekbone. Then, with cheetah-like reflexes, her hands encircled Darla’s throat, shoving the older vampire against the wall.
Darla gasped, her eyes widening in pleasure.
Passion.
It was ruling her now the way it always had.
Willow thrust four fingers into Darla’s gaping slit and Darla cried out as those delicate little fingers wriggled and wormed around inside of her, stretching her, filling her.
“I know someone who’s coming already,” Willow replied, giggling at her joke as she tightened her grip on Darla’s throat. Once more, she pulled her fingers out of Darla’s cunt and slammed them back in again.
Darla kept her grasp on Willow’s hair, feeling the cracks forming behind her in the wall, feeling the crumbling drywall dust against her skin.
Willow kept up the punishing pace until Darla’s orgasm was ripped from her and then, Willow let go, leaving Darla to crumple to the floor, unable to keep herself up.
“Bored now,” Willow murmured, stripping off the fuzzy pink sweater, tights, and skirt, and tossing them at Darla’s feet.
Darla marveled at Willow’s lithe, naked form as she pushed herself up into a seated position. There was so much potential there, so much power hiding underneath the surface.
Darla couldn’t deny wanting to taste the darkness she was certain was brewing there.
“You don’t have to be bored, my darling girl. There are so many more lessons to teach. So many more ways I can make you scream.”
She leaned her body forward so that her tongue was in line with Willow’s swollen pussy. Willow parted her legs, letting Darla’s tongue expertly slip between her folds to torture and tease her clit, switching between dull human teeth and enticingly sharp fangs.
As Willow reached her quivering climax, Darla laughed lightly and pulled Willow down to the floor with her. Their bodies entangled in each other, sweat glistening on their skin.
“What would you like tonight, my dark daughter? Some new clothes? Leather, perhaps? I could see you in a leather bustier, your breasts pillowed and heaving.”
Willow licked her lips and nuzzled her face into Darla’s neck.
“Better idea.”
“What’s that?” Darla asked.
Willow grinned, danger and mischief sparkling in her green eyes.
“I want a puppy.”