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Fic: Taming Her Heart (3/7) FRAO/NC-17 (Vamp!Willow/Angelus)
Title: Taming Her Heart (3/7)
Author: snogged
Parings: Vamp!Willow/Angel(us), implied Vamp!Willow/Vamp!Xander. This chapter includes Angelus/Fred
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: What if the Master decided to enlist Willow in the task of removing the Puppy’s soul?
Chapter Warnings: Character death, mindfuckery, sexual slurs, language, angst, dark, force/non-con (use of fingers only)
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
Angelus whistled a jaunty, Irish tune as he slipped up the stairs into the dimly lit club. That pretty little red head had been such a delicious fuck. Her whimpers and moans as she spasmed around his cock still echoed inside his head. It had been a long time since he had a proper slut to dominate and master and he believed she would be the perfect candidate for all the nasty, little thoughts he had boiling under the surface.
He figured since she had tried so hard to make him happy, the least he could do was make her pay for it with her cunt. After being trapped in that damn do-gooder for so long, he was aching for release.
The sound of hands clapping captured his attention. In front of him was a pasty-faced, wrinkled vampire who looked like he had some regal, holier-than-thou stick up his ass. Based on the fancy chair and the vicious sneer, Angelus guessed that this lame-ass vamp was in charge. That wouldn't be the case for much longer if he had a say in it.
“Angelus.”
Angelus smirked and a predatory gaze flashed in his eyes. “The years have not been good to you have they? I’ve seen aged cheese that looks more attractive than you.”
The Master cleared his throat and tapped a long, claw-like fingernail against his cheek. He was obviously not amused.
“I trust you found Willow…satisfactory in achieving a state of pure bliss?”
“Willow? She’s a feisty, little bitch. That slut was willing to do anything, you know? And she’s got a mouth like a Hoover. Ooh.” Angelus thrust his pelvis into the air and chuckled softly. “Obviously, she got the job done, but I think a few more rounds with her will do me some good, if you know what I mean.”
The Master nodded. “She is yours to use as you see fit. She is one of my favorites. It’s a treat to watch her feed.”
“Speaking of grub, what do you have in the meat section around here?” Angelus asked, his features slipping into game face.
The Master clapped his hands and a minion entered the room, dragging in a struggling, brunette woman. The minion shoved her to the ground and left as quickly as he had arrived. “I have provided you with the best we have, Angelus. I hope you find her sacrifice worthy.”
Angelus circled his new prey, eyeing her up and down like a decadent dessert. She was pretty. She had long, dark hair and nice, hazel eyes. He noted that she was naked except for a thin, steel collar around her neck. It would be easy enough to sink his fangs into her throat without removing it. These fuckers had really thought of everything and this was by far, one of the best nights he’d ever had. He felt his dick twitch and he considered the prospect of raping her first.
“What’s your name, babe?”
The woman trembled and her bottom lip quivered.
Angelus crouched down beside her and caressed her cheek. She flinched slightly, turning her face away from him. He slapped her harshly and growled. “I asked you a fucking question!”
“F-Fred,” the woman stammered, tears welling in her eyes.
“You’re a long way from home, aren’t you Fred?”
Angelus moved to straddle her waist, pressing his weight and his cock against her pelvis. The woman whimpered softly.
“Please-please don’t rape me.”
Angelus cocked his head and rocked his hips against hers. “What was that, babe? Didn’t quite catch that on account of how fucking wet you are right now.”
Fred squirmed, trying to wriggle her body away from his. She wished she hadn’t been so damn stupid. Curfew was in place for a reason. She knew about the demons and the vampires but no, she just had to get that book from the occult store. The occult store shouldn’t even be open after curfew but it was run by a friendly couple of Makrak demons so they didn’t exactly fear retribution from the creatures in charge of Sunnydale.
Angelus shifted slightly and plunged a sharp fingernail into the tender flesh above her dark areola. Fred yelped at the unexpected pain and willed her body to lie still. Angelus rolled her left nipple between his index finger and thumb, stretching and teasing it until it was rock hard. Then, he did the same to the other nipple. “Such a horny, little slut. Bet you like teasing death as much as you like teasing cock. You want this almost as bad as I do, don’t you Fred?”
He moved off of her and shoved three fingers into her tight, dry pussy. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clit and was pleased when she bucked her hips against his hand. Darla had always told him he could play a woman like a finely tuned violin even when she was screaming in agony.
He yanked out his fingers and rubbed them against her lips, ruthlessly forcing them into her mouth.
Fred gagged around his slick digits as her sobs continued to wrack her body.
Angelus grinned in satisfaction and placed a hand on top of her head, jerking it roughly to the side and pulling her upwards into his embrace. He sunk his fangs into her flesh, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her fear and his arousal. Her blood was thick and tasted like honey and raspberries. It was truly heaven on earth…not that he actually believed in heaven anymore.
Fred’s pulse slowed and her eyes rolled back in her skull as death embraced her petite frame.
Angelus let her body sag to the floor and licked the blood off his bottom lip.
“You are unlike any vampire I have ever met, Angelus. I had heard stories but I had to see it with my own eyes,” the Master whispered. “But you are also arrogant, and pride always comes before a fall.”
Angelus rose to his feet and shrugged. He really didn’t give two shits what the Master thought of him. In fact, he felt the Master would look much better in an ashtray. Then, he would be in charge of the hellmouth. Now that he was back, things were going to be a lot different around here.
“I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got a pretty little red head to screw. Catch you on the flip.” Angelus pointed his fingers like a pistol and pretended to shoot off a round.
The Master’s lips crinkled into a frown as Angelus pivoted with a sweeping motion and slipped back down the staircase.
It seemed Angelus would need to be trained and he hoped that Willow would be capable and strong enough to break him before he broke her.
******
Willow leaned against the cement wall of the cage, listening intently to the muffled sounds upstairs.
Angelus had been introduced to the Master and she could sense that there was a strong tension between them. Angelus must be stupid if he thought trying the Master’s patience was a good idea. Willow squeaked in delight at the thought of her Master plunging a wooden stake into his heart and sending his ashes through the air like confetti. It would be such a wonderful party and it would be so nice to have things back the way they were meant to be.
She heard a loud thump and knew that Angelus had been presented with a lovely feast. She slipped her hand across her pubic mound and swirled her finger around her sensitive nub.
Angelus was taunting his victim, teasing her, and making her squirm. He was holding death between his fingers like a Belgian chocolate and he was going to make her beg for it. Willow had done the same thing many times before.
Willow rolled her hips and glided three fingers into her loosened hole, her mind slipping into uncharted territory as she imagined all the sadistic pleasures she could inflict upon Angelus. He may not be her pet anymore, but she would still make him beg for his bone.
Willow moaned softly as her orgasm glided through her. She heard the heartbeat upstairs dissipate and she knew that the woman Angelus had been tormenting had finally been given the kiss of death.
She rose to her feet and braced herself against the wall. Puppy was so going down.
Chapter 4
Author: snogged
Parings: Vamp!Willow/Angel(us), implied Vamp!Willow/Vamp!Xander. This chapter includes Angelus/Fred
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the characters. I own nothing.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: What if the Master decided to enlist Willow in the task of removing the Puppy’s soul?
Chapter Warnings: Character death, mindfuckery, sexual slurs, language, angst, dark, force/non-con (use of fingers only)
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
Angelus whistled a jaunty, Irish tune as he slipped up the stairs into the dimly lit club. That pretty little red head had been such a delicious fuck. Her whimpers and moans as she spasmed around his cock still echoed inside his head. It had been a long time since he had a proper slut to dominate and master and he believed she would be the perfect candidate for all the nasty, little thoughts he had boiling under the surface.
He figured since she had tried so hard to make him happy, the least he could do was make her pay for it with her cunt. After being trapped in that damn do-gooder for so long, he was aching for release.
The sound of hands clapping captured his attention. In front of him was a pasty-faced, wrinkled vampire who looked like he had some regal, holier-than-thou stick up his ass. Based on the fancy chair and the vicious sneer, Angelus guessed that this lame-ass vamp was in charge. That wouldn't be the case for much longer if he had a say in it.
“Angelus.”
Angelus smirked and a predatory gaze flashed in his eyes. “The years have not been good to you have they? I’ve seen aged cheese that looks more attractive than you.”
The Master cleared his throat and tapped a long, claw-like fingernail against his cheek. He was obviously not amused.
“I trust you found Willow…satisfactory in achieving a state of pure bliss?”
“Willow? She’s a feisty, little bitch. That slut was willing to do anything, you know? And she’s got a mouth like a Hoover. Ooh.” Angelus thrust his pelvis into the air and chuckled softly. “Obviously, she got the job done, but I think a few more rounds with her will do me some good, if you know what I mean.”
The Master nodded. “She is yours to use as you see fit. She is one of my favorites. It’s a treat to watch her feed.”
“Speaking of grub, what do you have in the meat section around here?” Angelus asked, his features slipping into game face.
The Master clapped his hands and a minion entered the room, dragging in a struggling, brunette woman. The minion shoved her to the ground and left as quickly as he had arrived. “I have provided you with the best we have, Angelus. I hope you find her sacrifice worthy.”
Angelus circled his new prey, eyeing her up and down like a decadent dessert. She was pretty. She had long, dark hair and nice, hazel eyes. He noted that she was naked except for a thin, steel collar around her neck. It would be easy enough to sink his fangs into her throat without removing it. These fuckers had really thought of everything and this was by far, one of the best nights he’d ever had. He felt his dick twitch and he considered the prospect of raping her first.
“What’s your name, babe?”
The woman trembled and her bottom lip quivered.
Angelus crouched down beside her and caressed her cheek. She flinched slightly, turning her face away from him. He slapped her harshly and growled. “I asked you a fucking question!”
“F-Fred,” the woman stammered, tears welling in her eyes.
“You’re a long way from home, aren’t you Fred?”
Angelus moved to straddle her waist, pressing his weight and his cock against her pelvis. The woman whimpered softly.
“Please-please don’t rape me.”
Angelus cocked his head and rocked his hips against hers. “What was that, babe? Didn’t quite catch that on account of how fucking wet you are right now.”
Fred squirmed, trying to wriggle her body away from his. She wished she hadn’t been so damn stupid. Curfew was in place for a reason. She knew about the demons and the vampires but no, she just had to get that book from the occult store. The occult store shouldn’t even be open after curfew but it was run by a friendly couple of Makrak demons so they didn’t exactly fear retribution from the creatures in charge of Sunnydale.
Angelus shifted slightly and plunged a sharp fingernail into the tender flesh above her dark areola. Fred yelped at the unexpected pain and willed her body to lie still. Angelus rolled her left nipple between his index finger and thumb, stretching and teasing it until it was rock hard. Then, he did the same to the other nipple. “Such a horny, little slut. Bet you like teasing death as much as you like teasing cock. You want this almost as bad as I do, don’t you Fred?”
He moved off of her and shoved three fingers into her tight, dry pussy. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clit and was pleased when she bucked her hips against his hand. Darla had always told him he could play a woman like a finely tuned violin even when she was screaming in agony.
He yanked out his fingers and rubbed them against her lips, ruthlessly forcing them into her mouth.
Fred gagged around his slick digits as her sobs continued to wrack her body.
Angelus grinned in satisfaction and placed a hand on top of her head, jerking it roughly to the side and pulling her upwards into his embrace. He sunk his fangs into her flesh, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her fear and his arousal. Her blood was thick and tasted like honey and raspberries. It was truly heaven on earth…not that he actually believed in heaven anymore.
Fred’s pulse slowed and her eyes rolled back in her skull as death embraced her petite frame.
Angelus let her body sag to the floor and licked the blood off his bottom lip.
“You are unlike any vampire I have ever met, Angelus. I had heard stories but I had to see it with my own eyes,” the Master whispered. “But you are also arrogant, and pride always comes before a fall.”
Angelus rose to his feet and shrugged. He really didn’t give two shits what the Master thought of him. In fact, he felt the Master would look much better in an ashtray. Then, he would be in charge of the hellmouth. Now that he was back, things were going to be a lot different around here.
“I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got a pretty little red head to screw. Catch you on the flip.” Angelus pointed his fingers like a pistol and pretended to shoot off a round.
The Master’s lips crinkled into a frown as Angelus pivoted with a sweeping motion and slipped back down the staircase.
It seemed Angelus would need to be trained and he hoped that Willow would be capable and strong enough to break him before he broke her.
******
Willow leaned against the cement wall of the cage, listening intently to the muffled sounds upstairs.
Angelus had been introduced to the Master and she could sense that there was a strong tension between them. Angelus must be stupid if he thought trying the Master’s patience was a good idea. Willow squeaked in delight at the thought of her Master plunging a wooden stake into his heart and sending his ashes through the air like confetti. It would be such a wonderful party and it would be so nice to have things back the way they were meant to be.
She heard a loud thump and knew that Angelus had been presented with a lovely feast. She slipped her hand across her pubic mound and swirled her finger around her sensitive nub.
Angelus was taunting his victim, teasing her, and making her squirm. He was holding death between his fingers like a Belgian chocolate and he was going to make her beg for it. Willow had done the same thing many times before.
Willow rolled her hips and glided three fingers into her loosened hole, her mind slipping into uncharted territory as she imagined all the sadistic pleasures she could inflict upon Angelus. He may not be her pet anymore, but she would still make him beg for his bone.
Willow moaned softly as her orgasm glided through her. She heard the heartbeat upstairs dissipate and she knew that the woman Angelus had been tormenting had finally been given the kiss of death.
She rose to her feet and braced herself against the wall. Puppy was so going down.
Chapter 4
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Gabrielle
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And Oh God!! Fred *sobs* that bastard killed my girl. That scene was hot though... I'm worried about myself ;)
*kisses*
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And, I'm sorry about Fred but it was sadly something that needed to happen.
*huggles*
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Glad you've enjoyed it so far.
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