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I am pleased to announce the final chapter of Taming Her Heart. This story was first posted on March 10, 2008 and it was a project that took a lot of blood, sweat, tears, and some cold showers. It was my first time deliberately taking on a multi-chapter story and I feel both bittersweet and accomplished now that I've reached the end.
I want to thank my betas who have stuck with me and supported me and bounced ideas at me. Three cheers for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kallie_kat and spikesredqueen
I want to thank my readers for their patience and their support and their feedback. It meant the world to me.
So without further adieu,
Title: Taming Her Heart (7/7)
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 and sixth chapters.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: What if the Master decided to enlist Willow in the task of removing the Puppy's soul?
Chapter Warnings: violence, character death, m/f sex, sexual slurs, themes of Domination/submission, dark.
Overall Warnings: This story will contain themes of Domination/submission, sadism/masochism, BDSM, daddy!kink, sexual slurs, adult language, 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.
For previous chapters, please go Here
The low sound of applause echoed in Angelus’s ears before anything could happen between him and the woman he had so carefully tamed.
“Well done, Angelus,” The Master hissed, with a hint of jealousy in his voice. It was clear to Angelus that the albino had been hoping to take down the Slayer himself and put her head in some nasty trophy case in his bedroom. “Taking down a Slayer is no easy feat.”
Angelus grinned in amusement, “Really? I’ve taken down five over the last four centuries. ‘Course, I made sure they sucked my dick first. I’ve found it isn’t hard to get a Slayer on her knees. Something about the tight, leather pants and the sultry, Irish drawl, I guess. Besides, it’s more fun when your cum is mixed in with the blood. It’s one of my favorite aphrodisiacs.”
Willow’s eyes glowed with lust as she pondered the idea of mixing blood and cum. It was a wonder that she hadn’t thought of such a depraved act herself.
A scowl crossed the Master’s wrinkled, ancient face before he stepped forward, placing his hands on Angelus’s shoulders, gripping them tightly and releasing them as if he was considering giving the vampire a hug or preparing for a fight. It seemed that bringing Angelus to the surface had meant a loss of control on his part and Angelus could see a faint flicker of fear in the ancient vampire’s eyes.
Be that as it may, you have proven yourself worthy of the gift we bestowed upon you. With your soul, you were nothing but a worthless mongrel but without it…” Angelus reached his hand behind the Master’s neck and dug his claws into his flesh.
Letting out a pain-filled hiss, the Master lunged forward, closing the space between them and knocking Angelus off balance. Angelus caught himself and got into a fighting stance, his eyes burning with feral intensity.
The Master landed the first blow, his leg arcing towards Angelus’s head with a roundhouse. Angelus grunted and started looking for signs of weakness as he started punching. The Master’s fighting style was casual, almost sloppy, as Angelus got several decent blows in.
Willow eyed the fight from a distance, leaning up against the cage that had once held her dinner. Her pussy quivered with each kick, each punch, and each blow. One Master pitted against another in a fight-to-the-death battle for dominance. She thrust her pelvis against the empty air, rocking and rotating her hips as her excitement grew. She always enjoyed the taste of violence though it was a lot more fun when she was engaged in the aggression and brutality of it.
Angelus briefly scanned his surroundings for possible weapons and he settled on a burning torch not far from the action. He balled his hand into a fist, socking the Master in the jaw before darting past him.
The Master growled and whipped around to continue the fight only to find his face buried in a blazing flame.
He screamed in agony and took a step backwards in an attempt to escape. Instead, he bumped into the soft but hard form of his former protégé. Willow had grown bored of watching the fight; she wanted action and decided she’d rather help the person she wanted to see win.
“You’re not running anywhere, daddy,” Willow whispered, nipping at his earlobe.
Angelus moved the flame, twirling it expertly above his head. Parts of the Master’s face were scorched and blackened. Willow pursed her lips together and her eyes burned with delight. Her puppy had grown into a blood-thirsty hell-hound and she was eager to see the aftermath.
Angelus caught the look on Willow’s face and immediately felt victorious. He was willing to wager that she wanted to be showered with the ashes of the albino almost as much as he did.
Willow shoved her sire back towards Angelus and he brought the torch down on top of his bald head. An anguished wail came from the elder vampire as the fire seared his dead flesh, his body crumbling to ashes and bone.
Angelus stepped past the burning pillar and pulled Willow into his arms, capturing her mouth with his own. The kiss was demanding and aggressive, forcing her to yield and succumb. Her fingers curled into his hair and his hands cupped her ass, stroking her skin through the thin leather.
“Puppy,” Willow whispered, her tongue snaking past her lips to duel with his. Despite the nickname, Willow didn’t seem to be fighting for supremacy in this kiss. Instead, there was a passionate eagerness with which she explored his mouth, mapping out the bumps and contours of the inside of his cheeks, his gums, his tongue, and his teeth.
Angelus’s hands moved up to her hair, fisting the crimson locks tightly. “Master.”
His leg moved between hers, pressing his thigh against her pubic mound. The leather there was soaked with her juices and the heady scent filled his nostrils. His aching cock felt ready to bust through the seam of his pants, fully aware of the slick, velvet channel waiting for it.
They sunk to the ground, his leg still locked between hers and their lips never leaving the others. Angelus lowered her to the cement floor so that she was supine, and Willow’s flame-red hair cascaded into a perfect halo around her head. He rolled back onto his haunches, pressing his toes into her side.
“I will never get sick of the fire that burns in your eyes,” Angelus whispered, reverently stroking her cheek.
Willow pushed out her bottom lip, annoyed that he wasn’t displaying his typical dominance. She had never cared for romance and even though she had deep, loving feelings for him, she didn’t want to hear the mushy, gushy crap from the vampire that called her a bitch, a slut, and a whore.
“Cut the boring crap and fuck me already,” she whined, shoving her pelvis into the air to indicate her need.
Angelus chuckled and slapped her lightly across her leather-cased breasts. “Now that you’re mine, my fiery little slut, I want to take a little more time enjoying my prize. I intend to use each one of your holes before the night is through.”
Willow scowled. He may own her but that didn’t mean she had to succumb to every twisted thought that ran through his head. Besides, she still had a few more nasty thoughts of her own that she hoped to make Angelus aware of before the night was through.
“Ah, don’t pout. It’s not a good look for you. I like it much better when you’re screaming and moaning.”
He straddled her waist and leaned forward, flashing her a charming smirk. He gave each of her breasts a rough, bruising squeeze before zeroing in on the first hook and eye that held her top together. He pinched the hard leather until he heard a satisfying ‘pop.’ His tongue darted past his lips and he trailed it across the few inches of skin he had exposed. Willow arched her back and whimpered.
“Hold still, cunt. You don’t move till I say you do,” he warned. The menacing tone in his voice sent chills down Willow’s spine and she forced her body to lie still.
Angelus popped open another clasp and did the same thing as before, starting at the apex of exposed flesh and moving upwards.
Willow gritted her teeth and glared daggers at Angelus. She was horny and this felt more agonizing and torturous than any of the devices she had on the dungeon wall.
Angelus continued the process until each clasp was undone and then he helped her sit up so that the corset could be completely removed.
He trailed kisses across her taut stomach and nibbled at the soft flesh. His fingers moved over the button on her pants, taking a moment to hover above her pulsing mound and once again, inhaling her scent. His cock twitched in anticipation and he mentally urged himself to remain patient.
Willow whimpered and briefly rocked her hips, forgetting his command.
Angelus frowned and smacked his hand into her pussy. Willow grinned slyly and moaned, taking more pleasure in the punishment than she should have.
“I should let you lie here like a dog in heat,” he admonished. “Panting and heaving and barking till your lungs are sore. You should be begging me to fuck you.”
Willow’s eyes sparkled with lust. “Would you like that?”
Angelus couldn’t deny that it was something he wanted to do but he also couldn’t deny the sense of urgency in his loins. For now, the choice he made was to satisfy his own pleasure.
“I would, slut. It would put your tongue to good use at least. But it will have to wait.”
Willow looked smug for a brief moment as Angelus popped open the button of her pants and helped her slither out of them. His hand came down on her pubic mound again and she bucked her hips in response.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me with your big, fat dick.”
“That’s an offer I can’t refuse, baby,” Angelus said, his ego ballooning to epic proportions.
He unclasped his own pants and slipped out of them quickly before positioning himself above her. Willow tilted her head, resting it lightly against the top of his hand. Her legs wrapped around his middle and his cock slipped inside of her. They moved into an intense, aggressive rhythm. Angelus’s cock pistoned in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer and Willow draped her hands around his neck, digging her blood-red nails into the sensitive flesh.
It was obvious that Angelus was still riding the adrenaline high of bringing death to the Master and the Slayer. Not only was he Willow’s new master, but he was in complete control of this town and there would be plenty for him to do.
Willow arched her back and shifted into vamp face, growling in pleasure as Angelus angled his cock a certain way so that it rubbed perfectly against her clit. She unleashed a lustful scream as her climax surged through her.
Angelus responded by sinking his fangs into the tender flesh of her breast, his own orgasm rocking him to his core. He knew that he would leave a mark behind so that everyone would be fully aware of who she belonged to.
There wasn’t even time for either one to settle into post-orgasmic bliss before a brilliant burst of green light rocked the room, ripping their universe apart.
The world flashed from black to white, shifting the fabric of the time-space continuum.
In its place stood a quieter world, a world where the Slayer still walked and the town of Sunnydale shone with brightness. There were still demons and vampires but they were easily defeated by the Slayer’s crew of friends. A brilliant blonde named Buffy. A bumbling idiot named Xander. A high-fashion queen named Cordelia. A watchful librarian named Giles. A witch named Willow and a vampire named Angel; neither of which had a clue of how strong their connection to each other was.
They had no idea what lay before them in another world but it was only a matter of time before something slipped. Willow didn’t know it yet but her heart would always be tamed and Angel would forever be its Master, with and without his soul.
FIN
I am pleased to announce the final chapter of Taming Her Heart. This story was first posted on March 10, 2008 and it was a project that took a lot of blood, sweat, tears, and some cold showers. It was my first time deliberately taking on a multi-chapter story and I feel both bittersweet and accomplished now that I've reached the end.
I want to thank my betas who have stuck with me and supported me and bounced ideas at me. Three cheers for
kallie_kat and spikesredqueenI want to thank my readers for their patience and their support and their feedback. It meant the world to me.
So without further adieu,
Title: Taming Her Heart (7/7)
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 and sixth chapters.
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: What if the Master decided to enlist Willow in the task of removing the Puppy's soul?
Chapter Warnings: violence, character death, m/f sex, sexual slurs, themes of Domination/submission, dark.
Overall Warnings: This story will contain themes of Domination/submission, sadism/masochism, BDSM, daddy!kink, sexual slurs, adult language, 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.
For previous chapters, please go Here
The low sound of applause echoed in Angelus’s ears before anything could happen between him and the woman he had so carefully tamed.
“Well done, Angelus,” The Master hissed, with a hint of jealousy in his voice. It was clear to Angelus that the albino had been hoping to take down the Slayer himself and put her head in some nasty trophy case in his bedroom. “Taking down a Slayer is no easy feat.”
Angelus grinned in amusement, “Really? I’ve taken down five over the last four centuries. ‘Course, I made sure they sucked my dick first. I’ve found it isn’t hard to get a Slayer on her knees. Something about the tight, leather pants and the sultry, Irish drawl, I guess. Besides, it’s more fun when your cum is mixed in with the blood. It’s one of my favorite aphrodisiacs.”
Willow’s eyes glowed with lust as she pondered the idea of mixing blood and cum. It was a wonder that she hadn’t thought of such a depraved act herself.
A scowl crossed the Master’s wrinkled, ancient face before he stepped forward, placing his hands on Angelus’s shoulders, gripping them tightly and releasing them as if he was considering giving the vampire a hug or preparing for a fight. It seemed that bringing Angelus to the surface had meant a loss of control on his part and Angelus could see a faint flicker of fear in the ancient vampire’s eyes.
Be that as it may, you have proven yourself worthy of the gift we bestowed upon you. With your soul, you were nothing but a worthless mongrel but without it…” Angelus reached his hand behind the Master’s neck and dug his claws into his flesh.
Letting out a pain-filled hiss, the Master lunged forward, closing the space between them and knocking Angelus off balance. Angelus caught himself and got into a fighting stance, his eyes burning with feral intensity.
The Master landed the first blow, his leg arcing towards Angelus’s head with a roundhouse. Angelus grunted and started looking for signs of weakness as he started punching. The Master’s fighting style was casual, almost sloppy, as Angelus got several decent blows in.
Willow eyed the fight from a distance, leaning up against the cage that had once held her dinner. Her pussy quivered with each kick, each punch, and each blow. One Master pitted against another in a fight-to-the-death battle for dominance. She thrust her pelvis against the empty air, rocking and rotating her hips as her excitement grew. She always enjoyed the taste of violence though it was a lot more fun when she was engaged in the aggression and brutality of it.
Angelus briefly scanned his surroundings for possible weapons and he settled on a burning torch not far from the action. He balled his hand into a fist, socking the Master in the jaw before darting past him.
The Master growled and whipped around to continue the fight only to find his face buried in a blazing flame.
He screamed in agony and took a step backwards in an attempt to escape. Instead, he bumped into the soft but hard form of his former protégé. Willow had grown bored of watching the fight; she wanted action and decided she’d rather help the person she wanted to see win.
“You’re not running anywhere, daddy,” Willow whispered, nipping at his earlobe.
Angelus moved the flame, twirling it expertly above his head. Parts of the Master’s face were scorched and blackened. Willow pursed her lips together and her eyes burned with delight. Her puppy had grown into a blood-thirsty hell-hound and she was eager to see the aftermath.
Angelus caught the look on Willow’s face and immediately felt victorious. He was willing to wager that she wanted to be showered with the ashes of the albino almost as much as he did.
Willow shoved her sire back towards Angelus and he brought the torch down on top of his bald head. An anguished wail came from the elder vampire as the fire seared his dead flesh, his body crumbling to ashes and bone.
Angelus stepped past the burning pillar and pulled Willow into his arms, capturing her mouth with his own. The kiss was demanding and aggressive, forcing her to yield and succumb. Her fingers curled into his hair and his hands cupped her ass, stroking her skin through the thin leather.
“Puppy,” Willow whispered, her tongue snaking past her lips to duel with his. Despite the nickname, Willow didn’t seem to be fighting for supremacy in this kiss. Instead, there was a passionate eagerness with which she explored his mouth, mapping out the bumps and contours of the inside of his cheeks, his gums, his tongue, and his teeth.
Angelus’s hands moved up to her hair, fisting the crimson locks tightly. “Master.”
His leg moved between hers, pressing his thigh against her pubic mound. The leather there was soaked with her juices and the heady scent filled his nostrils. His aching cock felt ready to bust through the seam of his pants, fully aware of the slick, velvet channel waiting for it.
They sunk to the ground, his leg still locked between hers and their lips never leaving the others. Angelus lowered her to the cement floor so that she was supine, and Willow’s flame-red hair cascaded into a perfect halo around her head. He rolled back onto his haunches, pressing his toes into her side.
“I will never get sick of the fire that burns in your eyes,” Angelus whispered, reverently stroking her cheek.
Willow pushed out her bottom lip, annoyed that he wasn’t displaying his typical dominance. She had never cared for romance and even though she had deep, loving feelings for him, she didn’t want to hear the mushy, gushy crap from the vampire that called her a bitch, a slut, and a whore.
“Cut the boring crap and fuck me already,” she whined, shoving her pelvis into the air to indicate her need.
Angelus chuckled and slapped her lightly across her leather-cased breasts. “Now that you’re mine, my fiery little slut, I want to take a little more time enjoying my prize. I intend to use each one of your holes before the night is through.”
Willow scowled. He may own her but that didn’t mean she had to succumb to every twisted thought that ran through his head. Besides, she still had a few more nasty thoughts of her own that she hoped to make Angelus aware of before the night was through.
“Ah, don’t pout. It’s not a good look for you. I like it much better when you’re screaming and moaning.”
He straddled her waist and leaned forward, flashing her a charming smirk. He gave each of her breasts a rough, bruising squeeze before zeroing in on the first hook and eye that held her top together. He pinched the hard leather until he heard a satisfying ‘pop.’ His tongue darted past his lips and he trailed it across the few inches of skin he had exposed. Willow arched her back and whimpered.
“Hold still, cunt. You don’t move till I say you do,” he warned. The menacing tone in his voice sent chills down Willow’s spine and she forced her body to lie still.
Angelus popped open another clasp and did the same thing as before, starting at the apex of exposed flesh and moving upwards.
Willow gritted her teeth and glared daggers at Angelus. She was horny and this felt more agonizing and torturous than any of the devices she had on the dungeon wall.
Angelus continued the process until each clasp was undone and then he helped her sit up so that the corset could be completely removed.
He trailed kisses across her taut stomach and nibbled at the soft flesh. His fingers moved over the button on her pants, taking a moment to hover above her pulsing mound and once again, inhaling her scent. His cock twitched in anticipation and he mentally urged himself to remain patient.
Willow whimpered and briefly rocked her hips, forgetting his command.
Angelus frowned and smacked his hand into her pussy. Willow grinned slyly and moaned, taking more pleasure in the punishment than she should have.
“I should let you lie here like a dog in heat,” he admonished. “Panting and heaving and barking till your lungs are sore. You should be begging me to fuck you.”
Willow’s eyes sparkled with lust. “Would you like that?”
Angelus couldn’t deny that it was something he wanted to do but he also couldn’t deny the sense of urgency in his loins. For now, the choice he made was to satisfy his own pleasure.
“I would, slut. It would put your tongue to good use at least. But it will have to wait.”
Willow looked smug for a brief moment as Angelus popped open the button of her pants and helped her slither out of them. His hand came down on her pubic mound again and she bucked her hips in response.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me with your big, fat dick.”
“That’s an offer I can’t refuse, baby,” Angelus said, his ego ballooning to epic proportions.
He unclasped his own pants and slipped out of them quickly before positioning himself above her. Willow tilted her head, resting it lightly against the top of his hand. Her legs wrapped around his middle and his cock slipped inside of her. They moved into an intense, aggressive rhythm. Angelus’s cock pistoned in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer and Willow draped her hands around his neck, digging her blood-red nails into the sensitive flesh.
It was obvious that Angelus was still riding the adrenaline high of bringing death to the Master and the Slayer. Not only was he Willow’s new master, but he was in complete control of this town and there would be plenty for him to do.
Willow arched her back and shifted into vamp face, growling in pleasure as Angelus angled his cock a certain way so that it rubbed perfectly against her clit. She unleashed a lustful scream as her climax surged through her.
Angelus responded by sinking his fangs into the tender flesh of her breast, his own orgasm rocking him to his core. He knew that he would leave a mark behind so that everyone would be fully aware of who she belonged to.
There wasn’t even time for either one to settle into post-orgasmic bliss before a brilliant burst of green light rocked the room, ripping their universe apart.
The world flashed from black to white, shifting the fabric of the time-space continuum.
In its place stood a quieter world, a world where the Slayer still walked and the town of Sunnydale shone with brightness. There were still demons and vampires but they were easily defeated by the Slayer’s crew of friends. A brilliant blonde named Buffy. A bumbling idiot named Xander. A high-fashion queen named Cordelia. A watchful librarian named Giles. A witch named Willow and a vampire named Angel; neither of which had a clue of how strong their connection to each other was.
They had no idea what lay before them in another world but it was only a matter of time before something slipped. Willow didn’t know it yet but her heart would always be tamed and Angel would forever be its Master, with and without his soul.
FIN
