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Note: This takes place in a non-specific Wishverse
Happy un-birthday
By C.D. Hackett
Willow yawned and stretched languorously. She purred and snuggled closer to her bedmate. Leaning in, she licked his ear with her sleek tongue.
"Wake up, Puppy," she straddled him, "Willow wants to play. After all, it's my un-birthday today. And my present," she leaned into his neck, inhaling the heady scent of his fear and desire mixing together, "is you. Be a good boy and eat."
She bit her wrist and forced it to his lips, smearing his face with her blood. He couldn't resist the lure. It was too strong. Hungrily, he grabbed her and began to suck.
Willow laughed, the sound like fingernails on a chalkboard. She pulled her wrist away and pinned his arms with her knees.
"Puppy, I am impressed. Now show me what else you can do."
Angel forced her off of him and pinned her, tearing open her binding corset. Releasing her female attributes to his eyes, his mouth, his claws.
Willow writhed beneath him, she'd never been able to make him respond to her all those years before. But he'd been changing lately. Ever since she'd caught the Slayer and shared her with him.
They took turns with her, draining her slowly. Puppy had never experienced such happiness before, even if he had a small flash of guilt before the ultimate pleasure took over.
They'd toyed with the idea of turning her, but Puppy had gotten overly excited and killed her while feeding. She'd punished him for not saving her the last drop but Willow really hadn't minded. It was exciting to see Puppy act like a real vamp.
She still called him 'Puppy' except when he forced her to say his name. Willow enjoyed it, the way he'd force her mouth open to spit it out, rolling the syllabels over her sleek tongue.
No one got to see these playful power struggles, after all, it wouldn't do to have the Master letting a peon best her. Even in if it was only for pleasure.
She caressed her lover's demonic visage, "This is a fun world, Puppy. Aren't you glad I let you out to play?"
"Master. Say my name." He growled and continued to have his way with her.
"Make me," she stuck her tongue out at him, "I thought I had better uses for my mouth."
Her head drew close to his nipple and teeth sank in.
He threw his head back and howled, "I am yours. I am yours. But, fucking well say it. Call my name as I die the small death within you."
"Angelus!"
The End