Title: Death's Bride
Author: Dana
Content: Nudity, femme play.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part two of Willow Mine, Willow wakes after being turned.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
Death incarnate. Creatures who call to us conjure up emotions we try to ignore. Blood, lust, anger and it all comes down to the blood. Blood is everything. It is life and it is blood that gives her a new meaning. Slowly she wakes from her death, her mind pulling itself from the deep sleep. Hunger, intense in its ache, washes over her. The demon in her calls out for it. Opening her eyes slowly, she raises a pale hand to feel the ridges of her new face.
Confusion washes over her mind. Details of her life start to come back to her, her name. Yes, her name, she knows it now. She is Willow. This she knows, now she understands, remembers what she has become. Lips curl into a smile and pearl white fangs glint in the shadowed room. Amber eyes search the room, looking for her sire. Newly made she whimpers; she is almost defenseless in her weakness. There is confusion in her body as the demon tries to take root in her. There, she sees her now. Her beautiful sire sitting in the corner smiling at her.
Blood. The hunger is back now she's found her maker. Eagerly, she crawls towards the edge of the bed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Her voice is soft, sensual as she smiles prettily, hoping for food. She knows she must be good for her sire. "Sire."
Brown eyes look up at the bed, sparking with pride. Abruptly, she stops brushing her victim's hair. Roughly, she picks the girl up and drags her over to the bed, ignoring the whimpered protests. Gently, she kisses her childe, sliding her tongue over Willow's lips. "Drink now, pet." She whispers softly and hands her creation the girl.
The redhead eagerly tears into the girl's throat, moaning softly at the taste. All coherent thoughts leave her head and she focuses only on the blood. Rich and full, it slides down her throat filling her, giving her energy. She hears it softly now, the beating of the heart. Slowly it brings her out of her trance, and she whines as she sucks harder. Wanting more blood and then the last rush fills her, darker than the other she instinctively knows what it is. The hearts blood, the last blood in the body. Pouting she drops the body and looks up at her sire. "There's no more."
Drusilla laughed happily, she knew Miss Edith had made a good choice. Her new daughter was beautiful and had a demon that couldn't get enough. "Poor lovely, let mummy take care of you." Bringing a hand up to her shoulder, she pulls off her white dress and lets it slide to the floor in a pile. Crawling on the bed she pushes her childe back against the bed, ignoring the drained body next to them she leans down and kisses her redhead's throat. Slipping into game face she drags a fang across the pale skin, lapping at the blood that appears at the cut. Pulling back she smiles sweetly. "Hungry pet?"
Arousal flooded through her body, never had she felt like this before. The touch of her sire was like ambrosia. She could hear the blood under the soft skin of Drusilla's neck. It called to her, and she ached for it. Murmuring longingly, she nodded. "Please."
Soft hair brushed against her smooth back as she tilted her head giving permission for her childe to drink. A shock of pleasure went through her as she felt delicate fangs slip into her skin. She loved the feeling of blood moving through her veins, it was addictive.
Willow moaned against her sire's neck, her blood was full of magic and power. It was intoxicating. She felt a hand pulling her face away gently and she looked up into amber eyes. Little shivers coursed through her body as Drusilla's tongue lapped at the blood on her mouth.
The brunette pushed the girl roughly against the pillows, savoring the look of shock on her childe's face as she kissed her way down the girls' belly. Nipping gently at the belly button, she moved until her mouth was hovering just above the nestle of curls. Kissing gently she sank her fangs into the skin, drinking deeply for a moment before moving down her leg to her inner thigh. Again she marked her, drinking deeply, asserting her dominance over her childe. Satisfied, she moved back up Willow's body and cuddled against her. Kissing her forehead she whispered softly. "Sleep now pet, we shall dream of death and tomorrow we shall go hunting."
Those soft words lulled her into sleep, despite her body's craving for release. With borrowed blood sliding through her veins she closed her eyes and curled against her sire. Her demon was sated and rooted deeply now it had tasted blood. With a soft sigh, she smiled, she was now death's bride.
Author: Dana
Content: Nudity, femme play.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 6
Pairings: Willow/Drusilla
Description: Part two of Willow Mine, Willow wakes after being turned.
Setting: Post Grave
Feedback: dana@celticmuse.net
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of BtVS so please do
not sue me I am only a poor rabid tech.
Death incarnate. Creatures who call to us conjure up emotions we try to ignore. Blood, lust, anger and it all comes down to the blood. Blood is everything. It is life and it is blood that gives her a new meaning. Slowly she wakes from her death, her mind pulling itself from the deep sleep. Hunger, intense in its ache, washes over her. The demon in her calls out for it. Opening her eyes slowly, she raises a pale hand to feel the ridges of her new face.
Confusion washes over her mind. Details of her life start to come back to her, her name. Yes, her name, she knows it now. She is Willow. This she knows, now she understands, remembers what she has become. Lips curl into a smile and pearl white fangs glint in the shadowed room. Amber eyes search the room, looking for her sire. Newly made she whimpers; she is almost defenseless in her weakness. There is confusion in her body as the demon tries to take root in her. There, she sees her now. Her beautiful sire sitting in the corner smiling at her.
Blood. The hunger is back now she's found her maker. Eagerly, she crawls towards the edge of the bed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Her voice is soft, sensual as she smiles prettily, hoping for food. She knows she must be good for her sire. "Sire."
Brown eyes look up at the bed, sparking with pride. Abruptly, she stops brushing her victim's hair. Roughly, she picks the girl up and drags her over to the bed, ignoring the whimpered protests. Gently, she kisses her childe, sliding her tongue over Willow's lips. "Drink now, pet." She whispers softly and hands her creation the girl.
The redhead eagerly tears into the girl's throat, moaning softly at the taste. All coherent thoughts leave her head and she focuses only on the blood. Rich and full, it slides down her throat filling her, giving her energy. She hears it softly now, the beating of the heart. Slowly it brings her out of her trance, and she whines as she sucks harder. Wanting more blood and then the last rush fills her, darker than the other she instinctively knows what it is. The hearts blood, the last blood in the body. Pouting she drops the body and looks up at her sire. "There's no more."
Drusilla laughed happily, she knew Miss Edith had made a good choice. Her new daughter was beautiful and had a demon that couldn't get enough. "Poor lovely, let mummy take care of you." Bringing a hand up to her shoulder, she pulls off her white dress and lets it slide to the floor in a pile. Crawling on the bed she pushes her childe back against the bed, ignoring the drained body next to them she leans down and kisses her redhead's throat. Slipping into game face she drags a fang across the pale skin, lapping at the blood that appears at the cut. Pulling back she smiles sweetly. "Hungry pet?"
Arousal flooded through her body, never had she felt like this before. The touch of her sire was like ambrosia. She could hear the blood under the soft skin of Drusilla's neck. It called to her, and she ached for it. Murmuring longingly, she nodded. "Please."
Soft hair brushed against her smooth back as she tilted her head giving permission for her childe to drink. A shock of pleasure went through her as she felt delicate fangs slip into her skin. She loved the feeling of blood moving through her veins, it was addictive.
Willow moaned against her sire's neck, her blood was full of magic and power. It was intoxicating. She felt a hand pulling her face away gently and she looked up into amber eyes. Little shivers coursed through her body as Drusilla's tongue lapped at the blood on her mouth.
The brunette pushed the girl roughly against the pillows, savoring the look of shock on her childe's face as she kissed her way down the girls' belly. Nipping gently at the belly button, she moved until her mouth was hovering just above the nestle of curls. Kissing gently she sank her fangs into the skin, drinking deeply for a moment before moving down her leg to her inner thigh. Again she marked her, drinking deeply, asserting her dominance over her childe. Satisfied, she moved back up Willow's body and cuddled against her. Kissing her forehead she whispered softly. "Sleep now pet, we shall dream of death and tomorrow we shall go hunting."
Those soft words lulled her into sleep, despite her body's craving for release. With borrowed blood sliding through her veins she closed her eyes and curled against her sire. Her demon was sated and rooted deeply now it had tasted blood. With a soft sigh, she smiled, she was now death's bride.