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snoggedI made it through spring semester so I'm celebrating my posting the latest chapter in the story.
Title: Taming Her Heart (5/7)
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?
Chapter Warnings: sexual innuendo (male/male), themes of Domination/submission, language, masturbation, angst, dark
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.
Word Count: 1544
A/N: Dedicated to Team Beta –![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kallie_kat and spikesredqueen. I am eternally grateful to the both of you for the time, the effort, and the suggestions you have shared. I don’t think this fic could have happened without you. Any other mistakes are mine.
Previous chapters can be found in my memories
Angelus took one step towards Xander with a wicked gleam in his eyes. The whelp looked uncomfortable now that Willow was gone and Angelus could smell traces of fear in the air. Something about this boy made Angelus think that Xander was the submissive one in the relationship.
"Did you know that one way a Master shows his dominance over his dog is by grabbing its snout and having a staring contest with it?"
Xander shifted his weight and arched an eyebrow. "Is that what you're calling…what you did to Willow? That was just a simple staring contest? Well, I don't know if you know this or not but that's not where someone's eyes are located."
Angelus chuckled and stepped forward again, completely closing the gap between them. "Does that make you crazy, boy? Watching her face contort in an exquisite pleasure as she comes for me? The way she writhes and squirms under my pulsing tongue? Does it eat you up inside knowing that she wasn't thinking about you at all? She's found a new God and you aren't worth the spit on her boots."
Xander curled his hand into a fist and pulled his arm back like a taut arrow on a bow string. His arm shot forward but Angelus was quicker, blocking the punch by wrapping his hand around Xander's fist. Angelus's grip tightened around the boy's hand and he pushed backwards, hearing the satisfying sound of bones cracking and popping. Angelus eyed him coldly and Xander grimaced in pain.
"You wanna try that again, boy?"
Xander shook his head in defeat and Angelus released his arm.
"I remember watching the two of you fuck when I had that pesky soul. I remember watching you hump her like she was a cheap prostitute and you couldn't hold off on cumming. You were spewing cum all over the place but you looked like the happiest man on Earth. Problem was that I noticed Willow wasn't feeling the same way. She looked disgusted by your pre-maturity. Her bottom lip had been pushed out just so and she looked so cute as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. And who could blame her? Willow likes a man who knows how to make her scream in all the right ways. And she just keeps you around because you are nothing more than a convenient tool. Something she can fuck and walk away from to go play with someone else. She will never do that with me because I can show her how the undead truly live."
The younger vampire scowled and then lunged forward, tackling Angelus to the ground. Xander's legs fell on either side of the bigger vampire's waist and his nail dug into Angelus's shoulder blades. He was careful not to rest his pelvis against Angelus's though because there was only a scrap of fabric between him and Angelus's bulbous, erect cock.
Angelus chuckled softly, amused by his current predicament. His hands slid up Xander's leather clad thighs and came to rest on his hips. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "If I had known you wanted to be stuffed too, I could have let you do more than watch."
Xander's features changed and his fangs dropped. "This isn't foreplay, Angelus."
Angelus thrust his pelvis against Xander's and the boy squirmed, trying to avoid any physical contact between their lower regions.
"Tell that to your dick. I don't think he got the memo. I know you want it, Xander. I see it in your eyes. You're hungry for my twitching cock. You want me to ram it inside you and take you like the bitch you are.
"I would NEVER stoop so low as to let you fuck me. You have been nothing but a thorn in my side since you got here. You are ruining everything!" Xander screeched, sounding like a small child throwing a tantrum. "We have been building this empire for years and you are trampling it like a child turning a sandcastle to powder. Do you even know why you are here? Did anyone bother to tell you why we let you come to our side at all?"
Angelus shook his head 'no.' He knew about the plant being opened today but he still hadn't quite gotten a handle on what that meant. "Enlighten me."
"You know the plant is opening today, right?" Xander said. "What that means for us is efficiency. The thrill of the hunt is going to be a thing of the past. We won't need to worry about where our next human will be coming from because their blood will be processed in the plant and shipped out to vampires everywhere. It's a stroke of brilliance, really."
Angelus growled. It did sound like a good idea in theory but he knew from experience that shit like that never worked out the way people wanted it too. There was always someone wanting to throw a wrench into the cogs.
"And you are here because of your history. Apparently, being the Scourge of Europe appeals to our Master. He thinks you will be his strongest asset. Although frankly, I think you are the one who is nothing but dust under our shoes. I mean it obviously doesn't take much to send you crashing to your knees."
Angelus dug his nails into Xander's hips and shifted his legs, changing the balance of power between them. In a flash, Xander was pinned beneath Angelus with very little chance of escape.
"It looks like I'm not the only one." Angelus rubbed his dick against Xander's and grunted. "You're such a responsive boy. I bet I could have a lot of fun with you. Too bad I got this party to attend."
Angelus quickly got to his feet and delivered a swift kick to Xander's side. "The only difference between me and you is that I do not defer to anyone. You may think you have the winning hand with your shiny, poker face but really, you ain't got shit."
He turned on his heel and left the cage, slamming the door behind him. The lock clicked into place and Xander's nostrils flared.
"I'm revoking your party invitation," Angelus smirked. "Don't have too much fun without me."
As Angelus disappeared up the stairs, Xander released his aching dick from his pants and unhappily jacked himself off. He came after a few, quick strokes but they left him feeling unsatisfied. No wonder Willow was eating out of the palm of his hand. This guy was a fucking genius.
******
After putting her clothes back on and leaving the basement, Willow entered the sanctum of the Master feeling hot and bothered. She hated Angelus with a fiery passion. He was stupid and arrogant in his belief that he would conquer her. So why did she like it so much when he smacked her thighs and clit with a crop? Why did she cum so hard when he was inside of her?
That never happened when she was with Xander. Xander didn't know how to take control. He didn't know how to pull the reigns away from her and for the longest time, that was how she thought it was supposed to be.
"Ah, my dear Willow. You are just in time for the festivities. The plant is opening today."
Willow nodded, her thoughts still captured by Angelus. She didn't want to think about the plant right now. Not when she could still feel his cream dripping down her thighs.
"Is something bothering you, my pet?" The Master asked, a look of concern crossing his wrinkled features.
"It's nothing," Willow said.
"It's Angelus," The Master replied knowingly.
"I can't stand him, sir. He's not like puppy. He doesn't listen. He doesn't bark for me anymore. He wants me to bark for him."
The Master leaned forward in his throne, resting his chin on top of his hands. "Things are changing, Willow. We must…roll with the punches, as the teenagers say. I need you to be clear headed for the party tonight. If there is any rebellion, I am going to depend on you to take them down. For now, I need you to forget about Angelus. We can deal with him once the plant is fully operational."
Willow wasn't sure if that was even a possibility but she felt like she could try. For the Master and for the big party. "I will do my best, sir."
"Good. Now, go get dressed. I want you to look your very best for the opening."
Willow nodded and headed towards her bedroom. She sat down on the edge of her bed and stripped off her clothes, eyeing her closet and wishing that the perfect outfit would just magically appear in front of her.
Her fingers moved to her pussy, which was still glistening with post-sex juices. She rubbed her fingers across her clit and moaned. She increased her speed and rocked her hips. She figured that the sooner she got these lusty thoughts taken care of, the sooner she could move on.
Tonight, she was going to prove that Angelus didn't have her dangling from the palm of his hand like a puppet on a string even if she was not certain that she believed it herself.
Chapter 6
Title: Taming Her Heart (5/7)
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?
Chapter Warnings: sexual innuendo (male/male), themes of Domination/submission, language, masturbation, angst, dark
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.
Word Count: 1544
A/N: Dedicated to Team Beta –
kallie_kat and spikesredqueen. I am eternally grateful to the both of you for the time, the effort, and the suggestions you have shared. I don’t think this fic could have happened without you. Any other mistakes are mine.Previous chapters can be found in my memories
Angelus took one step towards Xander with a wicked gleam in his eyes. The whelp looked uncomfortable now that Willow was gone and Angelus could smell traces of fear in the air. Something about this boy made Angelus think that Xander was the submissive one in the relationship.
"Did you know that one way a Master shows his dominance over his dog is by grabbing its snout and having a staring contest with it?"
Xander shifted his weight and arched an eyebrow. "Is that what you're calling…what you did to Willow? That was just a simple staring contest? Well, I don't know if you know this or not but that's not where someone's eyes are located."
Angelus chuckled and stepped forward again, completely closing the gap between them. "Does that make you crazy, boy? Watching her face contort in an exquisite pleasure as she comes for me? The way she writhes and squirms under my pulsing tongue? Does it eat you up inside knowing that she wasn't thinking about you at all? She's found a new God and you aren't worth the spit on her boots."
Xander curled his hand into a fist and pulled his arm back like a taut arrow on a bow string. His arm shot forward but Angelus was quicker, blocking the punch by wrapping his hand around Xander's fist. Angelus's grip tightened around the boy's hand and he pushed backwards, hearing the satisfying sound of bones cracking and popping. Angelus eyed him coldly and Xander grimaced in pain.
"You wanna try that again, boy?"
Xander shook his head in defeat and Angelus released his arm.
"I remember watching the two of you fuck when I had that pesky soul. I remember watching you hump her like she was a cheap prostitute and you couldn't hold off on cumming. You were spewing cum all over the place but you looked like the happiest man on Earth. Problem was that I noticed Willow wasn't feeling the same way. She looked disgusted by your pre-maturity. Her bottom lip had been pushed out just so and she looked so cute as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. And who could blame her? Willow likes a man who knows how to make her scream in all the right ways. And she just keeps you around because you are nothing more than a convenient tool. Something she can fuck and walk away from to go play with someone else. She will never do that with me because I can show her how the undead truly live."
The younger vampire scowled and then lunged forward, tackling Angelus to the ground. Xander's legs fell on either side of the bigger vampire's waist and his nail dug into Angelus's shoulder blades. He was careful not to rest his pelvis against Angelus's though because there was only a scrap of fabric between him and Angelus's bulbous, erect cock.
Angelus chuckled softly, amused by his current predicament. His hands slid up Xander's leather clad thighs and came to rest on his hips. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "If I had known you wanted to be stuffed too, I could have let you do more than watch."
Xander's features changed and his fangs dropped. "This isn't foreplay, Angelus."
Angelus thrust his pelvis against Xander's and the boy squirmed, trying to avoid any physical contact between their lower regions.
"Tell that to your dick. I don't think he got the memo. I know you want it, Xander. I see it in your eyes. You're hungry for my twitching cock. You want me to ram it inside you and take you like the bitch you are.
"I would NEVER stoop so low as to let you fuck me. You have been nothing but a thorn in my side since you got here. You are ruining everything!" Xander screeched, sounding like a small child throwing a tantrum. "We have been building this empire for years and you are trampling it like a child turning a sandcastle to powder. Do you even know why you are here? Did anyone bother to tell you why we let you come to our side at all?"
Angelus shook his head 'no.' He knew about the plant being opened today but he still hadn't quite gotten a handle on what that meant. "Enlighten me."
"You know the plant is opening today, right?" Xander said. "What that means for us is efficiency. The thrill of the hunt is going to be a thing of the past. We won't need to worry about where our next human will be coming from because their blood will be processed in the plant and shipped out to vampires everywhere. It's a stroke of brilliance, really."
Angelus growled. It did sound like a good idea in theory but he knew from experience that shit like that never worked out the way people wanted it too. There was always someone wanting to throw a wrench into the cogs.
"And you are here because of your history. Apparently, being the Scourge of Europe appeals to our Master. He thinks you will be his strongest asset. Although frankly, I think you are the one who is nothing but dust under our shoes. I mean it obviously doesn't take much to send you crashing to your knees."
Angelus dug his nails into Xander's hips and shifted his legs, changing the balance of power between them. In a flash, Xander was pinned beneath Angelus with very little chance of escape.
"It looks like I'm not the only one." Angelus rubbed his dick against Xander's and grunted. "You're such a responsive boy. I bet I could have a lot of fun with you. Too bad I got this party to attend."
Angelus quickly got to his feet and delivered a swift kick to Xander's side. "The only difference between me and you is that I do not defer to anyone. You may think you have the winning hand with your shiny, poker face but really, you ain't got shit."
He turned on his heel and left the cage, slamming the door behind him. The lock clicked into place and Xander's nostrils flared.
"I'm revoking your party invitation," Angelus smirked. "Don't have too much fun without me."
As Angelus disappeared up the stairs, Xander released his aching dick from his pants and unhappily jacked himself off. He came after a few, quick strokes but they left him feeling unsatisfied. No wonder Willow was eating out of the palm of his hand. This guy was a fucking genius.
******
After putting her clothes back on and leaving the basement, Willow entered the sanctum of the Master feeling hot and bothered. She hated Angelus with a fiery passion. He was stupid and arrogant in his belief that he would conquer her. So why did she like it so much when he smacked her thighs and clit with a crop? Why did she cum so hard when he was inside of her?
That never happened when she was with Xander. Xander didn't know how to take control. He didn't know how to pull the reigns away from her and for the longest time, that was how she thought it was supposed to be.
"Ah, my dear Willow. You are just in time for the festivities. The plant is opening today."
Willow nodded, her thoughts still captured by Angelus. She didn't want to think about the plant right now. Not when she could still feel his cream dripping down her thighs.
"Is something bothering you, my pet?" The Master asked, a look of concern crossing his wrinkled features.
"It's nothing," Willow said.
"It's Angelus," The Master replied knowingly.
"I can't stand him, sir. He's not like puppy. He doesn't listen. He doesn't bark for me anymore. He wants me to bark for him."
The Master leaned forward in his throne, resting his chin on top of his hands. "Things are changing, Willow. We must…roll with the punches, as the teenagers say. I need you to be clear headed for the party tonight. If there is any rebellion, I am going to depend on you to take them down. For now, I need you to forget about Angelus. We can deal with him once the plant is fully operational."
Willow wasn't sure if that was even a possibility but she felt like she could try. For the Master and for the big party. "I will do my best, sir."
"Good. Now, go get dressed. I want you to look your very best for the opening."
Willow nodded and headed towards her bedroom. She sat down on the edge of her bed and stripped off her clothes, eyeing her closet and wishing that the perfect outfit would just magically appear in front of her.
Her fingers moved to her pussy, which was still glistening with post-sex juices. She rubbed her fingers across her clit and moaned. She increased her speed and rocked her hips. She figured that the sooner she got these lusty thoughts taken care of, the sooner she could move on.
Tonight, she was going to prove that Angelus didn't have her dangling from the palm of his hand like a puppet on a string even if she was not certain that she believed it herself.
Chapter 6
