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snoggedTitle: Taming Her Heart (2/7)
Author: snogged
Parings: Vamp!Willow/Angel(us), implied Vamp!Willow/Vamp!Xander
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing. Some quotes are taken directly from the episode in the first chapter.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: What if the Master decided to enlist Willow in the task of removing the Puppy’s soul?
Overall Warnings: This story will contain themes of Domination/submission, sadism/masochism, BDSM, daddy!kink, sexual slurs, adult language, mindfuckery, angst, dark, heterosexual sex, anal, toys, character death, force, and biting.
Spoilers: Set during the episode “The Wish” from BtVS Season 3.
Feedback: Yes, please.
A/N: many thank to team beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kallie_kat and spikesredqueen. And many thanks to all the people who have enjoyed this so far.
Previous Chapters Here
Willow leaned against the bars of the cage, rubbing her hand across her stomach and sliding it over her crotch. She purred softly as her fingers pushed against the leather, applying hard pressure to her moistening slit.
“Does this make you happy, Puppy? The Master says I have to make you happy so you will lose your soul. He said I couldn’t use torture, either, which is so unfair. It is so much fun to watch you squirm.” Her eyes twinkled with sadistic glee as she rocked her hips against the palm of her hand.
Angel was propped against the stone wall, his eyes hooded and dark. He stared at her, not even bothering to respond. Silence was safer. Silence hid the truth. Watching her certainly didn’t skyrocket him to a state of bliss but it was making his dick twitch, which was a feeling he was sure she had ruthlessly extracted from him in their past sessions. He willed his member to stand down, however. He decided that if she truly wanted to make him happy, she was going to have to work for it.
Willow’s fingers quickly undid the clasps holding her bodice together and she tentatively peeled the fabric off, exposing her creamy, pale breasts to the chill, damp air. She pulled and pinched her nipples, stretching and manipulating the sensitive nubs to hardness.
“What about these?”
She walked across the length of the cage and pressed her boobs against Angel’s face, mashing them into his cheeks. “It makes Xander happy when I do this.”
Angel didn’t respond, and Willow stuck out her bottom lip in disappointment. She had wanted this to go quickly so she could get back to the fun part of torturing him. “Phooey. I want to make your soul go away and make the Master happy. Will you help me make the Master happy?”
Angel gulped and chewed on his bottom lip. He had long forgotten what made him happy. It had been centuries since he had experienced any type of bliss. The Romani clan had seen to it that he would suffer for all the people he had murdered. It did not matter how many people he saved, he would still never find redemption. He considered telling her this but decided not to. He wasn’t keen on the idea of dealing with a pissed off vampire dominatrix. Besides, he was starting to like the Willow he was dealing with now.
Willow’s eyes shifted around the cage, desperately seeking something that would make her task successful. She glanced down at Angel’s crotch and tapped her finger against her chin. Several thoughts crossed her mind and she intended to give each one a go. Orgasms made everyone happy and she planned to give him as many as his dick could stand. Her fingers moved with a dancer’s agility as she yanked open the zipper of his pants. Angel’s flaccid cock spilled into her hands and she frowned again.
“You’re all soft and mushy. Xander’s cock never looks like this. His is always erect, like a willing minion about to get whipped.” She tugged at it roughly in an attempt to get it to stand out from his pelvis. Instead, it fell back into Angel’s lap, still as limp as it was moments ago. Willow pursed her lips in annoyance. She didn’t like being disobeyed.
She bent over and placed her mouth around the tip, swirling her tongue around the head before sucking his entire length into her mouth. Angel grunted and felt his dick harden in response to her eager yet hurried ministrations. His dick was no longer interested in fighting against her. It had a mind of its own now. She peered at him through hooded, lust-filled eyes and Angel threaded his fingers into her silky, red hair. This was a side of her he had never seen before. She was not displaying any of her usual vicious cruelty. She seemed genuinely eager to accomplish her goal, willing to submit to any suggestion that would give him perfect happiness.
Willow moaned into his pubic bone and brought her hand up to caress his balls, slipping a finger behind them to rub his perineum. Angel groaned and felt pleasant sparks shoot through him as he watched her work. She had been trained to do this well. He remembered teaching similar techniques to Spike and Drusilla back in the old days. In all honesty, she did them better.
She released his length with a loud pop and rapidly flicked her tongue against his frenulum before running it down and around the length of his shaft. She went up one side and down the other. Mixing slow, teasing strokes with fast, eager licks that made his balls tighten and his body clench.
Willow flashed him a wicked grin and swallowed his length again, scraping her teeth lightly against his shaft as she went. He felt her pinky finger slip passed his balls and push against his puckered anus. Angel growled as he unloaded his spunk into the back of her throat. Willow swallowed and kept sucking, milking him for everything he had.
When he was empty, she looked up at him with a pouty stare and licked her lips, savoring his taste. “Did that make you happy?”
Angel froze, unsure of what to say. She had in fact made him happy but not happy enough. He knew his soul was still intact. He shook his head ‘yes’ and Willow frowned. She was obviously expecting a bigger reaction.
“If you’re happy, then why aren’t you evil yet?”
It was a great question and he wasn’t sure what the answer was. What exactly was did the gypsies have in mind when they constructed the happiness clause? “I…I don’t know.”
“Would fucking me make you happy?” Willow asked, stroking his cheek with her hand. She wasn’t thrilled with the idea of being a bottom to the vampire she had been torturing for the last six months but at the current moment, she was willing to do whatever it took. She had never failed before and she wasn’t going to start now.
Angel’s jaw dropped slightly. He was not anticipating her to allow him any control in this situation. He had noticed over the past few months that control was not something Willow handed over easily. It was a craving for her, an addiction she constantly needed to have sated.
The idea did seem like it might work, although the concept of fucking her seemed too harsh and ruthless. He would venture to guess that fucking would not achieve what Willow wanted it to.
In his experience, pure happiness didn’t come from fucking. It could provide pleasure and release, but the only feeling behind it was raw, unadulterated lust. Love-making, on the other hand, was full of feeling and tenderness. It was the perfect recipe for happiness. But did he love her? Could he love the woman who took sick pleasure in beating him and burning him?
“Willow.”
He cupped her chin and kissed her gently, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth.
Willow pulled back in surprise, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, “Bad Puppy.”
She smacked him across the cheek, raising from the ground, and walked back to the other side of the cage. Her features scrunched up into an oddly adorable sad face as she paced back and forth. She was clearly not used to affection or gentleness. Angel guessed she had never experienced either one in her life from her family, or from the vampires she ran with now.
Angel rested his head against the wall, rubbing his cheek with the palm of his hand. He didn’t want to make her angry. He wanted to help her. In some sick, twisted way, he wanted her to get exactly what she was longing for. He wanted to give her his happiness. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Willow rested her head against the bars of the cage, idly flicking her fingers against her right nipple.
Angel hesitantly rose to his feet and moved towards her at a snail’s pace. The hero in him was eager to do whatever it took to save her from her distress. “Willow, I want to help you make me happy.”
“No, you don’t. You don’t want to be evil. You can’t be evil. Your goodness sickens me.” She stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes in disgust.
Angel pulled her into his arms and kissed her with ruthless, fierce passion. He wanted to prove to her that he could be the vampire she needed him to be. He slammed her against the bars of the cage and she gasped in delight.
“Puppy wants to play.”
Angel shoved his tongue into her mouth and Willow moaned, rubbing her pelvis against him and letting his member rub against her leather clad thighs. He grabbed the zipper of her pants and with her assistance, wriggled her out of them. Willow whimpered with delight, knowing what was coming. She wondered if he would take her rough like Xander did. She liked it when Xander plunged into her, hard and fast. She hoped that her Puppy would sink his fangs into her when he came. It always made the orgasmic rush more intense.
Angel reached down to grab his slick, hardened cock and he smacked it lightly against her clit before sliding it into her dripping hole.
Reaching behind her, Willow grabbed hold of the metal bars and wrapped her legs around him, clinging to his torso as the pace of his thrusts increased. Angel caressed her ass and spread her cheeks to allow him better access.
“Fuck me with your big cock, puppy,” Willow hissed, eagerly matching his thrusts with her own. “Make mama bark.”
Angel grinned and playfully nipped at her earlobe. Then, he traced his tongue over her cheek line. It felt right to be this deep inside of her. It felt blissful, even if his lover was a bit crude.
“Come for me, Willow,” he whispered, feeling his dick twitch and pulse with ecstasy as her vaginal walls squeezed and tantalized him.
Willow moaned, feeling her orgasm crash through her. Her pussy spasmed around Angel’s dick and her fangs dropped into his neck, sucking his blood and orgasm away from him.
Angel came with a roar, spurting his spunk deep into Willow’s cervix. His fingernails dug into her back, drawing her blood to the surface. His eyes flashed gold and he felt a jolt of pain surge in his stomach. He knew instantly that the pesky soul was gone. It had worked. Angelus was back.
Angelus looked down at the girl hanging limply in his arms and he let her drop to the floor.
Willow squealed in pain as her ass made unexpected contact with the concrete floor.
“Hey baby, thanks for the shag.” Angelus waved his arm dismissively, ignoring Willow’s stunned expression. He picked his jeans off the floor and walked out of the cage, shutting the door behind him.
The lock clicked and a look of horror crossed Willow’s face. “What the-? Bad Puppy!”
Angelus grinned and tapped his fingers against the bars.
“Don’t worry, my little whore, daddy will be back for you. But first, I gotta feed. When I get back though, you’d best have that cunt open and ready. I plan to do so many delicious things to you before the night is over.” He winked at her and walked up the stairs, disappearing from sight.
“Shit,” Willow pouted. This was not how it was supposed to go at all. She grabbed the bars and shook them, trying to break free, but it was to no avail. The cage was solid. They had made sure of that when they had locked Puppy in here in the first place. He was going to pay for locking her in here. Feral intensity burned within the depths of her eyes and she snarled.
He needed to learn that she was in control here. And as soon as he got back, she was going to show him exactly who he had messed with.
Chapter 3
Author: snogged
Parings: Vamp!Willow/Angel(us), implied Vamp!Willow/Vamp!Xander
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing. Some quotes are taken directly from the episode in the first chapter.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: What if the Master decided to enlist Willow in the task of removing the Puppy’s soul?
Overall Warnings: This story will contain themes of Domination/submission, sadism/masochism, BDSM, daddy!kink, sexual slurs, adult language, mindfuckery, angst, dark, heterosexual sex, anal, toys, character death, force, and biting.
Spoilers: Set during the episode “The Wish” from BtVS Season 3.
Feedback: Yes, please.
A/N: many thank to team beta:
kallie_kat and spikesredqueen. And many thanks to all the people who have enjoyed this so far. Previous Chapters Here
Willow leaned against the bars of the cage, rubbing her hand across her stomach and sliding it over her crotch. She purred softly as her fingers pushed against the leather, applying hard pressure to her moistening slit.
“Does this make you happy, Puppy? The Master says I have to make you happy so you will lose your soul. He said I couldn’t use torture, either, which is so unfair. It is so much fun to watch you squirm.” Her eyes twinkled with sadistic glee as she rocked her hips against the palm of her hand.
Angel was propped against the stone wall, his eyes hooded and dark. He stared at her, not even bothering to respond. Silence was safer. Silence hid the truth. Watching her certainly didn’t skyrocket him to a state of bliss but it was making his dick twitch, which was a feeling he was sure she had ruthlessly extracted from him in their past sessions. He willed his member to stand down, however. He decided that if she truly wanted to make him happy, she was going to have to work for it.
Willow’s fingers quickly undid the clasps holding her bodice together and she tentatively peeled the fabric off, exposing her creamy, pale breasts to the chill, damp air. She pulled and pinched her nipples, stretching and manipulating the sensitive nubs to hardness.
“What about these?”
She walked across the length of the cage and pressed her boobs against Angel’s face, mashing them into his cheeks. “It makes Xander happy when I do this.”
Angel didn’t respond, and Willow stuck out her bottom lip in disappointment. She had wanted this to go quickly so she could get back to the fun part of torturing him. “Phooey. I want to make your soul go away and make the Master happy. Will you help me make the Master happy?”
Angel gulped and chewed on his bottom lip. He had long forgotten what made him happy. It had been centuries since he had experienced any type of bliss. The Romani clan had seen to it that he would suffer for all the people he had murdered. It did not matter how many people he saved, he would still never find redemption. He considered telling her this but decided not to. He wasn’t keen on the idea of dealing with a pissed off vampire dominatrix. Besides, he was starting to like the Willow he was dealing with now.
Willow’s eyes shifted around the cage, desperately seeking something that would make her task successful. She glanced down at Angel’s crotch and tapped her finger against her chin. Several thoughts crossed her mind and she intended to give each one a go. Orgasms made everyone happy and she planned to give him as many as his dick could stand. Her fingers moved with a dancer’s agility as she yanked open the zipper of his pants. Angel’s flaccid cock spilled into her hands and she frowned again.
“You’re all soft and mushy. Xander’s cock never looks like this. His is always erect, like a willing minion about to get whipped.” She tugged at it roughly in an attempt to get it to stand out from his pelvis. Instead, it fell back into Angel’s lap, still as limp as it was moments ago. Willow pursed her lips in annoyance. She didn’t like being disobeyed.
She bent over and placed her mouth around the tip, swirling her tongue around the head before sucking his entire length into her mouth. Angel grunted and felt his dick harden in response to her eager yet hurried ministrations. His dick was no longer interested in fighting against her. It had a mind of its own now. She peered at him through hooded, lust-filled eyes and Angel threaded his fingers into her silky, red hair. This was a side of her he had never seen before. She was not displaying any of her usual vicious cruelty. She seemed genuinely eager to accomplish her goal, willing to submit to any suggestion that would give him perfect happiness.
Willow moaned into his pubic bone and brought her hand up to caress his balls, slipping a finger behind them to rub his perineum. Angel groaned and felt pleasant sparks shoot through him as he watched her work. She had been trained to do this well. He remembered teaching similar techniques to Spike and Drusilla back in the old days. In all honesty, she did them better.
She released his length with a loud pop and rapidly flicked her tongue against his frenulum before running it down and around the length of his shaft. She went up one side and down the other. Mixing slow, teasing strokes with fast, eager licks that made his balls tighten and his body clench.
Willow flashed him a wicked grin and swallowed his length again, scraping her teeth lightly against his shaft as she went. He felt her pinky finger slip passed his balls and push against his puckered anus. Angel growled as he unloaded his spunk into the back of her throat. Willow swallowed and kept sucking, milking him for everything he had.
When he was empty, she looked up at him with a pouty stare and licked her lips, savoring his taste. “Did that make you happy?”
Angel froze, unsure of what to say. She had in fact made him happy but not happy enough. He knew his soul was still intact. He shook his head ‘yes’ and Willow frowned. She was obviously expecting a bigger reaction.
“If you’re happy, then why aren’t you evil yet?”
It was a great question and he wasn’t sure what the answer was. What exactly was did the gypsies have in mind when they constructed the happiness clause? “I…I don’t know.”
“Would fucking me make you happy?” Willow asked, stroking his cheek with her hand. She wasn’t thrilled with the idea of being a bottom to the vampire she had been torturing for the last six months but at the current moment, she was willing to do whatever it took. She had never failed before and she wasn’t going to start now.
Angel’s jaw dropped slightly. He was not anticipating her to allow him any control in this situation. He had noticed over the past few months that control was not something Willow handed over easily. It was a craving for her, an addiction she constantly needed to have sated.
The idea did seem like it might work, although the concept of fucking her seemed too harsh and ruthless. He would venture to guess that fucking would not achieve what Willow wanted it to.
In his experience, pure happiness didn’t come from fucking. It could provide pleasure and release, but the only feeling behind it was raw, unadulterated lust. Love-making, on the other hand, was full of feeling and tenderness. It was the perfect recipe for happiness. But did he love her? Could he love the woman who took sick pleasure in beating him and burning him?
“Willow.”
He cupped her chin and kissed her gently, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth.
Willow pulled back in surprise, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, “Bad Puppy.”
She smacked him across the cheek, raising from the ground, and walked back to the other side of the cage. Her features scrunched up into an oddly adorable sad face as she paced back and forth. She was clearly not used to affection or gentleness. Angel guessed she had never experienced either one in her life from her family, or from the vampires she ran with now.
Angel rested his head against the wall, rubbing his cheek with the palm of his hand. He didn’t want to make her angry. He wanted to help her. In some sick, twisted way, he wanted her to get exactly what she was longing for. He wanted to give her his happiness. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Willow rested her head against the bars of the cage, idly flicking her fingers against her right nipple.
Angel hesitantly rose to his feet and moved towards her at a snail’s pace. The hero in him was eager to do whatever it took to save her from her distress. “Willow, I want to help you make me happy.”
“No, you don’t. You don’t want to be evil. You can’t be evil. Your goodness sickens me.” She stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes in disgust.
Angel pulled her into his arms and kissed her with ruthless, fierce passion. He wanted to prove to her that he could be the vampire she needed him to be. He slammed her against the bars of the cage and she gasped in delight.
“Puppy wants to play.”
Angel shoved his tongue into her mouth and Willow moaned, rubbing her pelvis against him and letting his member rub against her leather clad thighs. He grabbed the zipper of her pants and with her assistance, wriggled her out of them. Willow whimpered with delight, knowing what was coming. She wondered if he would take her rough like Xander did. She liked it when Xander plunged into her, hard and fast. She hoped that her Puppy would sink his fangs into her when he came. It always made the orgasmic rush more intense.
Angel reached down to grab his slick, hardened cock and he smacked it lightly against her clit before sliding it into her dripping hole.
Reaching behind her, Willow grabbed hold of the metal bars and wrapped her legs around him, clinging to his torso as the pace of his thrusts increased. Angel caressed her ass and spread her cheeks to allow him better access.
“Fuck me with your big cock, puppy,” Willow hissed, eagerly matching his thrusts with her own. “Make mama bark.”
Angel grinned and playfully nipped at her earlobe. Then, he traced his tongue over her cheek line. It felt right to be this deep inside of her. It felt blissful, even if his lover was a bit crude.
“Come for me, Willow,” he whispered, feeling his dick twitch and pulse with ecstasy as her vaginal walls squeezed and tantalized him.
Willow moaned, feeling her orgasm crash through her. Her pussy spasmed around Angel’s dick and her fangs dropped into his neck, sucking his blood and orgasm away from him.
Angel came with a roar, spurting his spunk deep into Willow’s cervix. His fingernails dug into her back, drawing her blood to the surface. His eyes flashed gold and he felt a jolt of pain surge in his stomach. He knew instantly that the pesky soul was gone. It had worked. Angelus was back.
Angelus looked down at the girl hanging limply in his arms and he let her drop to the floor.
Willow squealed in pain as her ass made unexpected contact with the concrete floor.
“Hey baby, thanks for the shag.” Angelus waved his arm dismissively, ignoring Willow’s stunned expression. He picked his jeans off the floor and walked out of the cage, shutting the door behind him.
The lock clicked and a look of horror crossed Willow’s face. “What the-? Bad Puppy!”
Angelus grinned and tapped his fingers against the bars.
“Don’t worry, my little whore, daddy will be back for you. But first, I gotta feed. When I get back though, you’d best have that cunt open and ready. I plan to do so many delicious things to you before the night is over.” He winked at her and walked up the stairs, disappearing from sight.
“Shit,” Willow pouted. This was not how it was supposed to go at all. She grabbed the bars and shook them, trying to break free, but it was to no avail. The cage was solid. They had made sure of that when they had locked Puppy in here in the first place. He was going to pay for locking her in here. Feral intensity burned within the depths of her eyes and she snarled.
He needed to learn that she was in control here. And as soon as he got back, she was going to show him exactly who he had messed with.
Chapter 3
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on 2008-03-19 12:19 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2008-03-19 12:24 am (UTC)Glad you're enjoying it so far.
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on 2008-03-19 02:05 pm (UTC)Haha... and I love Willow's reaction at the end. "Shit." I can just picture her face :)
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on 2008-03-19 02:35 pm (UTC)Thanks hun.
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on 2008-03-19 08:25 pm (UTC)I figured it was something Angelus would do.
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on 2008-03-22 06:45 am (UTC)“Hey baby, thanks for the shag.”
This line is so perfect!
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on 2008-04-04 12:21 pm (UTC)I'm pleased you enjoyed this part.
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on 2008-08-21 04:16 am (UTC)Thanks so much