Part 3
Cordelia kneaded at the restraint tying her wrists together above her head. If she ever got loose of these restraints, she was going to strangle that evil manpire with her own, bloodied hands. She was furious with herself for even allowing her best friend to be in a position to lose his soul. Of course hindsight was always twenty-twenty, she chided herself as she worked fruitlessly on the restraints. She growled. And his nerve to call her, his! Ha! Not if she had anything to do with it even if he knew how to make her…whoa, don't even go there, sister.
She scowled at herself, hating herself for how she had let the devil himself pleasure her in his bed. Her stomach fluttered as the unwelcome memory came flooding back, her thighs becoming wet all over again. She screamed into her gag, partly in frustration and partly in sexual frustration. She clamped her legs together, forcing her libido to tamper down before it drove her to madness.
As if her bad luck couldn't get any worse, her fate landed her a swift kick to the chest upon hearing noises from the hallway. She stiffened in her spot straining to hear who was coming towards her door. Was this someone coming to her rescue? She felt her chest constrict at the thought of Wesley or Gunn barreling into the room, weapons raised, ready to defeat the evil vampire who dared to touch their friend. She whimpered, knowing that there was a snowball's chance in hell that it would play out like that.
Just then, she heard laughing in the hallway. It was a feminine laugh and a masculine grunt echoed as two bodies slumped against the door. Cordelia's mouth dried instantly, her heart picking up it's pace as she watched the door handle wiggle as hands batted at it in their frenzy to get inside.
Angelus and Darla stumbled drunkenly into the room, the smell of alcohol immediately permeating the room causing Cordelia to gag. She watched as they fumbled with each other's clothes tearing at each other with such vigor that only a vampire could survive. A human would have been ripped to tiny shreds in seconds she thought, frighteningly. There mouths were never more than a couple of seconds off of each other as they tore the clothes off from one another. They stumbled further into the room. If there was a table, chair, or other piece of furniture in the room, they went knocking into it.
Cordy just watched the spectacle with a weary eye, hoping that both evil vampires were too engrossed in each other to mind her nakedness decorating the only bed in the room. She laid, frozen in movement, not even wanting her harsh breathing to startle the vampires out of their reverie. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw her chance at not being noticed pass right before her eyes.
Darla twirled delightfully in Angelus' arms, feeling a girlish giggle pass her lips, but the joyous laughter died in her throat as she froze, her back to him. Her cold, blue eyes came across a deliciously, tanned body bound and gagged in the center of the bed just feet away from where she stood. A feral smile crossed her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips as she leaned her back against Angelus' broad chest.
"What's this, lover? A midnight snack after a rumble?" she said lazily raking Cordelia's lithe body with her deadly vision not blind to Cordelia trembling under her gaze. "I'm always up for a quick game of cat and mouse," she crooned, licking her lips. "And I won't mind torturing the soul's little pet a little while before we eat her," she said coyly.
Angelus snaked his arms around his sire's waist, not to signal his approval of her plans regarding Cordelia, but in reassurance that she didn't take matters into her own hands once he spoke.
"She's not for you, Darla," he whispered, kissing her at the sensitive patch of skin between her neck and shoulder, never taking his eyes off the real prize- his luscious Cordelia. How many times had this exact seen play out between Darla and himself. They each would take turns finding some juicy morsel, fuck around with or without them and then dine together on their bodies- dead or alive. However, this delicious little one was his.
Darla stiffened her shoulders against Angelus' ministration and glared at the woman that laid coyly across their bed, stealing her childe's attention from her. Jealously raged within her and she set her lip into a fine line.
"No," she growled before she softened her features knowing that Angelus always loved her authoritative side. "Fuck her or eat her, Angelus, I don't care, but there is no way in hell you are keeping the little twat," she said sickeningly sweet, daring him to refute her demand.
Angelus clamped down on his tongue, urging his natural instinct to lay waste to anyone who dared to tell him what to do. But, he was still turned on by fucking his sire in front of his seer. Making her watch as he plowed into her cold, naked body only stirred more arousal into his already hard member. He let a smile cross his face as he tightened his hold around her waist.
"Jealousy is not a very attractive look on you, Darla," he said teasingly, dropping wet kisses on the nape of her neck. "She was the most important person in the world to the soul and now she's mine," he said simply. "I'm keeping her," he said, digging his fingers into her sides to emphasize his decision, daring her to challenge him.
Darla turned around in his arms, making sure her breasts rubbed against his chest through his shredded, half open shirt. She raised an amused eyebrow holding back a howl of laughter.
"The soul, Angelus? The fucking soul?!" she laughed, unable to control herself. "The soul was a parasite, my boy, you're free of it now. You can do whatever you want, damn the consequences," she clasped his head in her hands, "You're free to rape, maim and kill anyone you desire, Angelus. Forget this girl and her affiliation with the dirty soul. What is she to you anyway if not your next work of art?"
Angelus' eyes flicked to the young brunette in his bed, hazel eyes staring as big as saucers at him. Her beautiful eyes shining with unshed tears and dripping with fear. He could hear the bounding beat of her heart from where she laid trapped in his bed. Her body was his for the taking, unable to escape from his grasp, though he noticed she had tried, the smell of old blood coming from her tiny wrists.
Angelus, intrigued by the little morsel, let go of his sire and sauntered towards his bed, they're earlier game flashing before his eyes. His hands itched at his sides to take her plump breasts and moistened sex into his hands, but he stilled them at his sides. He would be cautious for now having Darla to contend with.
He let his hungry eyes feast on her naked form, stretch out along the bed's mattress, knowing that he'd soon be worshipping that body from dawn until dusk. The images were enough to stir a new, more powerful arousal within his groin and Angelus felt a purr stirring in his chest. He had to do something to temper his arousal and allowed his hand to cup her breast gently in his large hand. He ran his thumb across her dusky nipple and watched it peak to hardness under his touch. He smirked down into hazel eyes that show with renewed anger. She was murmuring something under the gag, but even his vampire hearing could pick up on the syllables. But he knew it was nothing good and he chuckled. He just loved her spirit.
"She was the soul's best friend and that makes her…" Angelus pondered what exactly this made the young girl, "special to me," he finished. He didn't take his eyes off the girl in front of him as he continued his soft ministrations on her breast, nestled in his hand, their warmness sending an electric shock straight through his groin.
He massaged with her nipples deep into her tissue, using his thumbs to roll them around, like pebbles in the sand. He licked his lips as the nubs hardened in his hand again, creating sharp points he desperately wanted to taste, the thought rushing copious amounts of saliva into his mouth.
Hazel eyes dilated in lust, lungs filling with a quick intake of air. Angelus heard the gasp of air slip around the gag nestled in between her jaws. "She's going to be mine," he muttered knowing that his sire could here him clear as day as if he were saying it into her own hear.
His eyes pierced into Cordelia's and she couldn't stop from swallowing the lump of fear lodging itself in her throat. She stared back at him a flicker of curiosity sparking somewhere in the far recesses of her mind at what it would be like to be completely possessed by the once Scourge of Europe.
Cordelia shivered at his possessive tone, unable to control the desire it welled up within her. She felt a growing slickness between her thighs and looked up into the burning gold eyes looking down at her. She felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment as Angelus's nose flared at the sent of her heightened arousal.
"Do you like the sound of that, Cordy?" he purred, his breath snaking across her cheek as he lowered his head down. He was getting impossibly close to her, making her breath catch in her throat as her naked chest was now resting against his finely chiseled one leaning over her.
Angelus watched as the young girl looked away in embarrassment of being caught in the direction that her thoughts were going. A smirk played on his features as he watched her turn her head in shame. He knew the battle she was facing. He imagined her inner battle consisting of her confused feelings regarding his souled half and what that meant now that the soul was gone.
He knew the soul had had deep feeling for her when she never made the distinction between the soul and the demon. She openly accepted him, both parts of him making the whole. The feeling of the absolute acknowledgment is what made the sappy soul fall for her in the first place. The demon had lusted for her at the beginning, wanting to possess the woman that seemed to embrace his entire being with nothing but love and friendship. Actually, if the demon was totally honest with itself, maybe a little more than lust was felt by the demon for the seer. For no other woman had accepted him so willingly. His sire detested the soul when he was cursed back in 1898 and the slayer tried her hardest to forget he was a demon in the first place. And the soul tried too, believing that he could have a normal life with the slayer. And then wham, bam, thank you ma'am, Angelus was released into the world. But not, Cordelia, she was smarter than that. Cordelia accepted both sides of his proverbial coin and that's why she had them- hook, line, and sinker.
Angelus leaned down, so his rough cheek brushed across her heated one, whispering in her ear, "I'm going to kill her, you know." He rubbed his stumbled cheek along her's delighting in her small gasp. "I'm going to kill her and then it will just be me and you, Cordelia." He caught the tip of her earlobe between his lips and suckled the sensitive piece of flush, feeling Cordelia shiver beneath him. His cock instantly hardened visualizing other ways he could make her body shiver. His shoulders immediately tensed when he heard the shrill voice of the other woman in the room whose presence he had momentarily forgotten.
"Angelus! I'm bored!" Darla whined turning her back to the intimate display, her nose tilting up in the air. She began smoothing her torn clothes in an effort to show her disinterest in his apparent affection for his new toy.
Angelus felt a growl bubbling in his chest, but pushed it down and brought his head up to look at Cordelia one last time.
"Soon, baby," he muttered, stealing one last thumb graze over her taught nipple, pulling a moan from her gagged mouth. The brief intimate moment would have to soothe his growing hunger for the seer, he told himself. Darla was a very jealous and possessive sire and she wouldn't take very kindly to other's taking what was clearly her's. Angelus chuckled to himself, Maybe I did get a little something from mommy-dearest.
Angelus turned his hot gaze to his sire, letting is sexual frustration for the brunette, come out in waves as he sauntered over to where Darla stood against the the fire place, her annoyed complexion cast down into the flames. He wound his hands around her waist once he was within arms reach, his hands thrusting down to grab her ass. Not surprisingly, he felt no arousal, nor any excitement as he cupped her to him. Every since his renewed lust for the naked seer in his bed, all thoughts of bedding Darla this night suddenly seemed less appealing. He had to keep his face from betraying his true feeling towards his sire- utter disgust.
To be honest, Angelus never really had any attraction to Darla. His formative years as a vampire, when the sire-childe bond was at it's strongest, he felt a small measure of loyalty and love for her, but as he grew into himself, his own desires became more prominent.
She should have known when I took Drusilla, he thought to himself, bending his head down to nip at her shoulder, something he knew she loved. Drusilla was more his type: brunette and innocent, at the time at least.
Darla smiled at her childe, looping her hands around his neck, bringing his head harder against her, loving the feel of his blunt teeth against her skin. That's right, my darling boy, all you need is me, she thought with glee as his attention was now focused on her and not the brunette across the way. She had hated all the beautiful, young girls he brought to their bed each night. Finding that his choice in women never seemed to resemble her appearance. They were beautiful, brunette, and their bodies formed by the gods. Her insecurities would show tenfold as she would carve her nails across their faces and dig out their insides once he had hill fill with them in their bed. She was at her worst when he brought the young brunettes home to their bed. She'd use them as ragdolls, playing doctor with their insides as they watched, glassy-eyed from the beating they took from his massive cock.
Shaking off those fond thoughts, she placed her hands around his neck, "I want your whore to watch us make love like animals, Angelus. I want her to see the passion and the fire that consumes you and I when we are joined together." She began rubbing her half naked breasts against his chest, feeling his erection growing between her legs, the tip nestling into her abdomen. "And then maybe we can play with her together, lover," she smirked. "If her pathetic human body can take the beating, that is." She turned her head to look at the naked woman laying on top her her bed. She had so many delicious images running through her head as to how she would make that body beg for sex or death, whichever came to mind first.
"I want to slice her up and see what's insider," she purred, not letting her cold, blue eyes drop from the seer's fearful hazel orbits. "I want to watch her bleed pools of blood around my knees, hear her gagging as she chokes on her own life draining from the punctures in her throat I'll tear apart with my hands," she laughed. "And when the light has left her eyes, then I will watch as you fuck her dead, useless body."
She heard a slow growl slip from Angelus's mouth as she lifted her head up towards him. His mouth came crashing down on her's, his big hands wrapping around her head, keeping her trapped against his mouth. He plunged his tongue roughly into her waiting mouth and she moaned in pleasure, her sharp nails raking across his back.
"I love it when you talk dirty to me," Angelus growled into his sire's mouth, pictures of Cordelia's mutilated body at her hands dancing behind his eyelids, he was suddenly taken back in time when such images were a nightly occurrence. He was not ashamed to admit that these images aroused him, but he knew that he would never let them become reality. No, Cordelia's pain and pleasure would come at his hands and at his hands alone.
Angelus began lowering Darla's smaller frame down towards the plush carpet under their feet, next to the fireplace. His only goal was to distract his sire from the only other woman in the room. They tore at the remainder of each others' clothes as if they were on fire, never once breaking the contact between their lips. Perfected through the ages with one another, both Angelus and Darla did what they did best together- fucked.
Angelus had her stripped nude and shivering in anticipation in seconds. His eyes dragged themselves over her petite physique. He checked his facial features as her form reminded him of a certain slayer. It was true; Darla and Buffy were strikingly similar, both in structure and attitude. He stifled a shiver as he remembered the soul's infatuation with the slayer. Although, he had to admit, he did have the slayer to thank for releasing him after one of the dullest night's of sex he had had in a long time. The soul got off after only one night of pleasure and that was all that mattered. He was once again in control and the rest was history…well until said slayer sent him hurtling back to hell. Grunting in annoyance, he remembered he had definitely made his short stay in Sunnydale memorable. He began to think nostalgically about the carnage he had left behind in his wake and almost yearned to be transported back in time to relive it all again. He missed terrorizing the slayer and her group of Scoobies. Maybe he'd have to pay them a visit again here soon.
Angelus quickly snapped his attention back to his sire as he realized he had been staring at her nude form for a long time now. She smirked up at him, "See something you like, darling boy?"
He silently cleared his throat and advanced on her. He went for the breasts first; he always went for the breasts first, but when he squeezed her small mounds, his was bitterly disappointed. Her breasts barely covered the inside of his palm and their cold feeling made his penis deflate minutely in displeasure.
As if they mocked him from across the room, Angelus slowly turned his head, his eyes finding the beautifully round, tanned breasts of Cordelia Chase. His mouth immediately watered as he watched them jiggle as she tugged tirelessly on her bonds, not noticing the extremely dangerous vampire horning after her at that precise moment.
Feeling the playful handling of her breasts come to a grinding halt, Darla opened her eyes and saw red. With the power to kill a human man, Darla slapped Angelus across the cheek, knocking his head backward. A cruel grin spreading across her face when he looked back at her, his palm running across the spot where she had struck him.
"I'm beginning to become bored Angelus, since your head seems to be in a different place. I wonder if your new plaything would mind spending a little quality time with me tonight, just us girls," she teased, taking slow steps towards Cordelia who started squealing and backing away from her as far as her bonds would allow.
Stopping his hand from working on his jaw, Angelus burned into his sire with gold-rimmed eyes, daring her to take another step. When he saw the workings of her leg muscle to take that next step, Angelus leapt into action.
A single blur to the human eye, Angelus was in between Cordelia and Darla. Not missing a beat he struck out hard blow against her chest, launching his sire into the air, her squeals of laughter and arousal hard on his ears as he watched her body thud against the plush rug on the floor. Her vampire instincts craved his roughness; the rougher, the better the sex.
"Finally you join me on the fun, lover," she said, teasingly. She laid back on her hands and spread her legs so Angelus had a full view of her pink, wet pussy. She watched his eyes dilate, his eyes nearly turning all black as she dipped her two fingers inside her cunt, rubbing the juices around her labia, showing him her readiness for him. His vampire face come forward immediately, the smell of her arousal coating the air. He was in front of her in an instant, yellow eyes eating her alive as they scoured every inch of her body. His demon needed a good release tonight and Darla was never one to say no to his enormous sexual appetite.
"Enough with the foreplay, Darla," Angelus said, sliding to his knees in front of her, his frame leaning over her until her own back was against the rug. "It's time to get fucked." Darla laughed as Angelus hitched her leg up over his hip and nestled his erect penis against the opening of her vagina. He submerged his cock into her burning core, her undead muscles mystically clenching around his girth.
"Harder, darling boy, harder!" she shouted, meeting his hips with her own as he pumped his hungry cock into her. She lifted her head up to peer at the other woman across the room and smirked. I won, bitch, he's mine, she seethed possessively, with her lust-filled eyes.
Angelus pushed her head back down roughly onto the rug below them and held her there by her throat. Grunting as he pounded his hips against her's, his eyes glowing yellow as his demon recognized his sire.
Darla smiled back up at him and let him ravage her, letting him twist her body into cruel positions, squealing in delight as the different angles produced new pleasures. Suddenly she was very thankful for her past as a whore, lending her the pliable appendages he used to satisfy his sadistic pleasure. She knew no human body could survive his appetite and that is why he would never leave her.
Angelus took her many times that night, taking out his frustrations on his sire, roughing her up the way she liked him to. By the time they were done, they both were bloodied and bruised all over their bodies, but they were both finally satiated. He silently ran through the night's events in his head. He had fucked her over and over again, switching from her pussy to her anus on a whim or when he got tired of looking at her face and when he had finally had his fill of her, Darla laid limp at his side.
Angelus laid there, his eyes trained on the ceiling in thought, his hands resting behind his head. How the fuck am I going to get out of this one, he asked himself, his brow pulling down in brood mode. He rolled his eyes, suddenly disgusted with himself. He hated brooding, but it was a nasty habit he had picked up from the soul.
He turned his head to look at the girl bound and gagged resting on top of his bed, trapped in the very same hell as he was in. Although, being the captive and forced into watching two horny, savage vampires have sex was probably not as fun as it sounded.
He regarded her figure unmoving on the bed; her body had given up in exhaustion. Her delicate wrists still hanging from her bonds, her head tilted to the side, facing him.
He chuckled, the human body was a miraculous thing; it catered to no will but it's own. When it was hungry, it fed. When it was thirsty, it drank. When it was tired, it simply shut down, regardless of where it found itself.
He watched her sleep, admiring her as her beautiful breasts rose and fell against her chest in an even tempo. He longed to feel their weights in his hand once again. He ached to taste the ripe nipple upon her breast, but he didn't dare invoke the jealousy of his sire again tonight. No, he thought, I will bid my time until I take what is mine and leave this place far behind us. He knew that Darla would give up without a fight. He smirked, he'd give her one hell of a fight. All that was left to do, was plan their escape.
