b Summary: The Scoobies face their worst fear when one of them is chosen
to give birth to a demon that would destroy the innocents.
Authors notes: 1. The Buffyverse does not belong to me, it belongs to Joss Whedon, ME, UPN, Fox. This story does belong to me, and the characters Aquima, Llafodne, and any other characters not in the show belong to me.
2. This story will be told in multiple chapters, and every chapter will be rated R for violence, strong language, disturbing imagery, sexual content, and rape.
Where we last left off Willow had met Aquima in the graveyard.
In this chapter Willow talks to Kennedy, and then has a very disturbing dream.
One last note, if you haven't been able to tell by now all of the chapters are named after songs.
Chapter 2: Sworn to the Black. /b
Willow entered Buffy's house, and immediately went up to her room. She had been hurt that day. She didn't want to be reminded of the pain she had caused. She wanted someone to hold her, and comfort her. She wanted that someone to be Tara, but this could not happen. She opened the door to see Kennedy sprawled across her bed reading a spell book. Upon hearing the door open she shut the book, and looked up.
"Hey! Did you just get back from your visit?" Kennedy asked, now making room for Willow to sit down.
Willow took the opportunity, and sat next to the dark haired girl. "Yeah I just got back." Willow replied somewhat numbly.
Concerned, Kennedy wrapped her left arm around the red heads shoulder. "Did the visit go o.k?" She asked concerned.
Willow looked at Kennedy, and then allowed her body to relax on the younger girls lap. "Actually no it didn't." Willow muttered.
She could feel her hair being stroked, as Kennedy talked to her in a calm soothing voice. "Shh, what happened? Whatever it was it'll be o.k."
"I met this guy there. He said his name is Aquima." Willow whispered. "He told me a lot of stuff that only I would know."
"Like what?"
"Like how I got off on torturing Warren. He then stated that I was a Satanist."
"Look I don't know much about all these weird occults, but you don't seem all that evil to me." Kennedy softly spoke.
Willow shut her eyes, and mumbled, "Listen I'm really sleepy."
Kennedy didn't need to be told again. She got off of the bed, and watched as her girlfriend stretched herself on the bed, and then went to sleep. "Goodnight baby." She smiled, as she walked out of the room.
i "Welcome, dark one." Aquima lowly stated.
Willow looked around her surroundings. The time was night, and the sky was dark, thick with bellowing thunderous clouds. Swarms of bats flew up ahead. A couple of crows perched themselves on dying trees, letting out their cry of death. The ground was covered in grass, but all the grass was dead. Puddles of blood were strewn about the ground, as commonplace as water.
"Where am I?" Willow asked quivering in fear.
"You are exactly where you belong. You are in a realm of indulgence, darkness, and despair." Aquima answered.
His hair whipped back as the wind blew past the two of them. They were in front of a cemetery.
"Look now upon your lover's grave." He commanded.
"No, please don't make me." She whimpered, not wanting to know.
Aquima grabbed the red head by the neck, and tossed her down like a neglected stuffed toy. Willow gave out a cry of pain when her body hit the headstone. She looked up to see the fiery amethyst eyes of Aquima.
"Now look at what you caused!" He yelled, causing the young girl to quake in fear.
Willow slowly turned her head, to look at the marker. She gave out a choking sob when she read the words.
Here lies my lover, and soul mate; killed by my indulgence, and selfishness. Here lies the killer; killed by my thirst for revenge, and pleasure. Here lies my innocence; killed by the evil, and darkness in me.
Aquima watched as Willow shivered in disgust at herself. He then crouched down to her level, and whispered in her ear. "Now do you see?"
Willow, who was still convulsing in sobs mumbled. "Please don't make me."
The next thing she remembered was her body being slammed down onto the ground, his hand touching her stomach, and waves of unspeakable pain going through her body. Her body convulsed, and her mouth opened. She began to scream as the torture became more, and more unbearable.
Aquima smiled at all the agony he was causing the naïve stupid girl. His hand then moved between her thighs. He watched as she arched her back, and gave out another agonizing wail.
Willow attempted to speak words, but was incapable. The waves of pain were now being mixed with bittersweet pleasure, and all she could do was sob, and cry out. Her body now shivered in anticipation of release. She felt the waves turn less into pain, and more into those of pleasure.
The clouds opened up, and dark thick blood came spilling down onto the ground. Willow and Aquima were now becoming soaked in the thick red liquid. For the first time in a while Willow was finally able to speak.
"Oh, God!" She screamed
Aquima just smiled. "That's it; be a good little angel."
He shot more waves of pleasure into her body, watching as she shook even more than she had before.
Willow began to moan out loud. Even though there was no penetration she could feel her need for release becoming stronger than it had ever been with Oz, or Tara. The blood was still pouring down, thicker than ever before. Soon lightning crashed all around the two causing a multitude of fires. The loud death cry of the two crows could be heard. Willow arched her back, and gave out one last cry. Her orgasm had hit with full force.
During the release, her hair turned a dark blood red in color, her skin grew paler. Her lips turned a darker shade, and her eyes became a fiery red. The intensity grew stronger. She cried out as her second orgasm hit. Aquima grinned, as he watched her shuddering with each release. He then felt a hand pull his body on top of Willow.
The two began to kiss in pure lust, and indulgence. She bit his lip drawing blood from it, but he didn't seem to care. He stopped penetrating her with magic, but now entered her, himself.
Willow groaned when she felt him go deep inside of her. He had gone deeper than Oz ever could. She wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him even deeper inside of her. The pleasure now being mixed with pain, as his thrusts became harder, and quicker. In a matter of minutes Willow moaned as her third orgasm hit, she could feel him still pumping away into her, until finally he relaxed and allowed himself to spill inside of her. /i
Kennedy watched in horror as her girlfriends appearance changed right before her eyes. "Willow, baby, are you o.k?" Kennedy asked
At that moment Willow woke up, jumped out of the bed. She saw Kennedy standing there.
"Willow are you o.k?" She asked now becoming scared.
Willow just growled as she sent the girl flying into the wall, causing her to black out. She then left the house.
In the next chapter, Willow has a confrontation with Aquima in the real world.
Authors notes: 1. The Buffyverse does not belong to me, it belongs to Joss Whedon, ME, UPN, Fox. This story does belong to me, and the characters Aquima, Llafodne, and any other characters not in the show belong to me.
2. This story will be told in multiple chapters, and every chapter will be rated R for violence, strong language, disturbing imagery, sexual content, and rape.
Where we last left off Willow had met Aquima in the graveyard.
In this chapter Willow talks to Kennedy, and then has a very disturbing dream.
One last note, if you haven't been able to tell by now all of the chapters are named after songs.
Chapter 2: Sworn to the Black. /b
Willow entered Buffy's house, and immediately went up to her room. She had been hurt that day. She didn't want to be reminded of the pain she had caused. She wanted someone to hold her, and comfort her. She wanted that someone to be Tara, but this could not happen. She opened the door to see Kennedy sprawled across her bed reading a spell book. Upon hearing the door open she shut the book, and looked up.
"Hey! Did you just get back from your visit?" Kennedy asked, now making room for Willow to sit down.
Willow took the opportunity, and sat next to the dark haired girl. "Yeah I just got back." Willow replied somewhat numbly.
Concerned, Kennedy wrapped her left arm around the red heads shoulder. "Did the visit go o.k?" She asked concerned.
Willow looked at Kennedy, and then allowed her body to relax on the younger girls lap. "Actually no it didn't." Willow muttered.
She could feel her hair being stroked, as Kennedy talked to her in a calm soothing voice. "Shh, what happened? Whatever it was it'll be o.k."
"I met this guy there. He said his name is Aquima." Willow whispered. "He told me a lot of stuff that only I would know."
"Like what?"
"Like how I got off on torturing Warren. He then stated that I was a Satanist."
"Look I don't know much about all these weird occults, but you don't seem all that evil to me." Kennedy softly spoke.
Willow shut her eyes, and mumbled, "Listen I'm really sleepy."
Kennedy didn't need to be told again. She got off of the bed, and watched as her girlfriend stretched herself on the bed, and then went to sleep. "Goodnight baby." She smiled, as she walked out of the room.
i "Welcome, dark one." Aquima lowly stated.
Willow looked around her surroundings. The time was night, and the sky was dark, thick with bellowing thunderous clouds. Swarms of bats flew up ahead. A couple of crows perched themselves on dying trees, letting out their cry of death. The ground was covered in grass, but all the grass was dead. Puddles of blood were strewn about the ground, as commonplace as water.
"Where am I?" Willow asked quivering in fear.
"You are exactly where you belong. You are in a realm of indulgence, darkness, and despair." Aquima answered.
His hair whipped back as the wind blew past the two of them. They were in front of a cemetery.
"Look now upon your lover's grave." He commanded.
"No, please don't make me." She whimpered, not wanting to know.
Aquima grabbed the red head by the neck, and tossed her down like a neglected stuffed toy. Willow gave out a cry of pain when her body hit the headstone. She looked up to see the fiery amethyst eyes of Aquima.
"Now look at what you caused!" He yelled, causing the young girl to quake in fear.
Willow slowly turned her head, to look at the marker. She gave out a choking sob when she read the words.
Here lies my lover, and soul mate; killed by my indulgence, and selfishness. Here lies the killer; killed by my thirst for revenge, and pleasure. Here lies my innocence; killed by the evil, and darkness in me.
Aquima watched as Willow shivered in disgust at herself. He then crouched down to her level, and whispered in her ear. "Now do you see?"
Willow, who was still convulsing in sobs mumbled. "Please don't make me."
The next thing she remembered was her body being slammed down onto the ground, his hand touching her stomach, and waves of unspeakable pain going through her body. Her body convulsed, and her mouth opened. She began to scream as the torture became more, and more unbearable.
Aquima smiled at all the agony he was causing the naïve stupid girl. His hand then moved between her thighs. He watched as she arched her back, and gave out another agonizing wail.
Willow attempted to speak words, but was incapable. The waves of pain were now being mixed with bittersweet pleasure, and all she could do was sob, and cry out. Her body now shivered in anticipation of release. She felt the waves turn less into pain, and more into those of pleasure.
The clouds opened up, and dark thick blood came spilling down onto the ground. Willow and Aquima were now becoming soaked in the thick red liquid. For the first time in a while Willow was finally able to speak.
"Oh, God!" She screamed
Aquima just smiled. "That's it; be a good little angel."
He shot more waves of pleasure into her body, watching as she shook even more than she had before.
Willow began to moan out loud. Even though there was no penetration she could feel her need for release becoming stronger than it had ever been with Oz, or Tara. The blood was still pouring down, thicker than ever before. Soon lightning crashed all around the two causing a multitude of fires. The loud death cry of the two crows could be heard. Willow arched her back, and gave out one last cry. Her orgasm had hit with full force.
During the release, her hair turned a dark blood red in color, her skin grew paler. Her lips turned a darker shade, and her eyes became a fiery red. The intensity grew stronger. She cried out as her second orgasm hit. Aquima grinned, as he watched her shuddering with each release. He then felt a hand pull his body on top of Willow.
The two began to kiss in pure lust, and indulgence. She bit his lip drawing blood from it, but he didn't seem to care. He stopped penetrating her with magic, but now entered her, himself.
Willow groaned when she felt him go deep inside of her. He had gone deeper than Oz ever could. She wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him even deeper inside of her. The pleasure now being mixed with pain, as his thrusts became harder, and quicker. In a matter of minutes Willow moaned as her third orgasm hit, she could feel him still pumping away into her, until finally he relaxed and allowed himself to spill inside of her. /i
Kennedy watched in horror as her girlfriends appearance changed right before her eyes. "Willow, baby, are you o.k?" Kennedy asked
At that moment Willow woke up, jumped out of the bed. She saw Kennedy standing there.
"Willow are you o.k?" She asked now becoming scared.
Willow just growled as she sent the girl flying into the wall, causing her to black out. She then left the house.
In the next chapter, Willow has a confrontation with Aquima in the real world.