Chapter 3
Dawn Summers, Bela internally purred. In Hell, Bela learned that there were all types of Demons – mostly bad, truly evil ones, but there were odd one's who were powerful enough to walk outside of Lilith or Azael. When Whistler gave her an offer she couldn't refuse (or wanted to for that matter), she got a one-way ticket back, with conditions. The first, was that she had find her way towards redemption; a difficult thing, considering her more than 300 years in Hell and the fact that she'd been morally ambiguous in her former life. The second is that she had to help the Champions when the time comes. At first she assumed that these Champions were none other than the bane of her former existence: the Winchesters. But having met Dawn and checking into her… organization, she began to wonder if these Champions had anything to do with Slayers.
One thing was for certain, she wanted as little to do with her former life as possible. So she made sure that once she provided proof-of-life, she sold her estates, liquidated all her assets, and opened the quaint little bookshop. She figured it would give her time to sort out her road-to-redemption, while helping to silence the screams and smells of despair and suffering she swore still wafted by her nose on occasion. Worst yet, were the growls and barking, as well as, the ghost-like feeling of claws tearing out her insides that she constantly experienced in her dreams, or more appropriately, her nightmares.
So no, she was no longer in Hell, but the residual effects often tainted the impact of being re-born to such an extent that there were moments when she felt like she was living Hell on Earth. Of course, if Winchesters & Co. or Dawn's organization don't defeat what is bound to be an Apocalyptic event unlike anything they've experienced, Bela may soon find herself back in the same place. In the meantime, she's hoping to rack up some 'cool points' with that Otherplace. But surprisingly, in a weird twist of fate, she found herself…involved,for a lack of a better word.
Bela was aware that this… involvement might be frowned upon from the "folks upstairs", she'd already been warned by Whistler—apparently he has a bit of a soft spot for the Summers women and her friends. Although they rarely discussed their personal lives and Whistler was rather tight-lipped about the, it didn't mean that Bela wasn't curious… it just so happens that most of the time she didn't think to indulge in her curiosity because she was too busy greedily listening to the sounds of pleasure tearing out of the young woman's throat.
Even worse, Bela began to worry if she was becoming slightly… addictive. She found herself feeling… fond, tender even, of the girl. Thankfully she was no girl, even if she didn't look past the age of 17. But that wasn't what attracted her, she wouldn't have care what her age was, it was the look of innocent, involuntary, attraction emanating from her eyes that drew Bela in the first time they met. Wearing a an off-the shoulder blouse that accentuated her long graceful neck and toned shoulders – daring Bela to pepper that smooth, creamy skin, with wet, suckling kisses, dipping tantalizingly in the front, giving a glimpse of firm, more-than-a-handful sized breasts. A pair for 7 SkinnyJeans encased long, surprisingly, muscular legs that clung so attractively to her beautiful ass, followed by a pair of cute ballerina-slip-on shoes. Lustrous, brownish-red hair was swept up into a stylish ponytail, manicured eyebrows and thick, dark, eyelashes, helped to bring out beautiful, big, baby-blues staring with an almost startled, helpless attraction into Bela's eyes. But it was her indecently, wide, full, lips that had Bela thinking impure thoughts of the best kind.
In that moment, when the girl stuttered out her greeting, Bela was determined to have her in her bed. Even better was the thought that Bela may be Dawn's first lesbian experience. If not, no problem because it'd certainly be her first Bela-experience, she thought with an internal smirk. Luring her into her set of rooms in the back of the shop, like a scene from the Little Red Riding Hood, was fairly easy. But the sex that followed was almost an unholy experience. One which Bela was determined to have as much as possible before everything went to shit.
Aside from her shop, they did it in a movie theatre, the park nearby, but it was Bela's favorite restaurant that was the scene for one of her more exhilarating experiences. She'd made Dawn wear a remote control bullet-vibrator with a clit attachment. Throughout the meal, Bela would turn on the vibrator at various settings, discreetly watching as Dawn subtly jerked, squirmed, and clenched, as the toy pulsated, buzzed, and throbbed through her cunt. Dawn was so soaked that Bela could smell her from across the table. But it was the pleading to either let her cum or to please stop before she embarrassed herself that made Bela wonder if even she might be able to cum without being directly stimulated.
When the server or one of her clients stopped over to say 'hi' Bela would mercilessly turn up the vibrator, watching Dawn's face turn red and sweaty, as she desperately tried to not either cum or cum as discreetly as possible. However there was some amusement as said client, an older lady, whose gray hair freshly fluffed with curls from a stop at her stylist, wearing an atrocious flowery-dress, went on and on about the book she'd recently purchased from Bela, while Dawn flooded her panties with cum, stifling her cries of pleasure, her face frozen in a rictus of riotous pleasure as the orgasm tore through her. this had Mrs. Covington inquiring about Dawn's health, while having no clue that Dawn was cumming all over her seat.
When she finally waddled herself away with assurances that it was only something Dawn ate and that she'd get some medical attention, head bent over her plate, her hair falling around her face, chest heaving in exertion, body trembling with mild after-shocks, and her hands white-knuckled holding onto the table, Bela watched with lust and fascination as Dawn tried to gather herself. Because as soon as she did Bela planned on dragging Dawn into the loo to shove her swollen, bitten, mouth onto Bela's soaked pussy.
However, Dawn whipped her head up to glare fiercely, with residual lust, into Bela's eyes, promising swift retribution, Bela's lust seemed to magnify. "Would you mind accompanying me to the loo or as you Americans say, bathroom?"
When those baby-blues narrowed, glittering with lustful malice, Bela shivered. "Why yes darling. It appears that I'm having some issues myself, so don't mind if I join you."
Following that was by far one of the hottest scenes she'd ever experienced, made hotter by the fact that she didn't think Dawn had it 'in' her. Once they made sure there were no portly ladies or bratty kids. they traded hot, steaming kisses, Bela suckling on Dawn's tongue, Dawn plunging, conquering Bela's mouth, until she lifted Bela onto the sink, hitched up her skirt, ignoring Bela's protests about possible and embarrassing interruptions from someone wanting to use the toilet. Dawn dropped onto her knees and began suckling and biting the inside of Bela's thigh, before quickly licking her way up into the wet heat. Taking a long, languorous lick from the bottom of Bela's hole, momentarily dabbling her tongue inside before pulling it out, to continue swiping up the excess fluid on the outer-lips, and then making her way to Bela's throbbing nub.
Shoving a fist into her mouth to stifle her moans and cries of pleasure, Bela could only sink her other hand into Dawn's slightly sweaty locks, while her hips jerked and churned into Dawn's talented mouth. The thought that they could be caught only heightened the experience even more, which was justified when Dawn had lashed the tip of her clit, before stopping to plunge her tongue inside her, causing Bela to squeeze around the muscle as she started to cum, the door jiggled, alerting them to the fact that someone was about to enter.
Showing little strain, Dawn picked up Bela, startling her, pivoted towards one of the stalls, then shoving them inside and closing the door, right when the outer-door opened. Ignoring Bela's whispered pleas to make her cum, Dawn quickly sat down on the toilet, then draped one of Bela's legs over her shoulder, before diving back in, but not before eliciting a startled cry of pleasure from Bela.
What was that?
Millie, I think someone is 'aving sex in here!
Oh my lord, I think you're right!
And with that they heard quick footsteps hurrying away and a door slamming indicating a hasty exit. Luckily Bela was right on edge and Dawn was about to make good on her bet.
When Dawn made Bela sit in her lap while bringing the other leg up so that she could plunge three fingers inside, she could only hold on for dear life as she immediately started cumming, hard. Knowing that those Bingo-club ladies heard them only made it that much hotter, as her clit pulsated wildly and her walls clenched spastically around Dawn's fingers. Which brings Bela to her current… dilemma; in her First-life, Bela wasn't exactly sexually promiscuous, she was too busy trying to figure out how win her soul back, but she wasn't above using sex to get what she wanted. Her life was on clock, with a hard deadline, she didn't have time for doubts or a tentative 'trigger finger,' she didn't have that luxury.
The regrets came those few moments before the Dogs came to tear her to shreds. In fact, it was a safe bet, that like the Hunters, she sort of functioned outside of the human experience. Oh it didn't mean she didn't know how to mingle in a black-tie affair; her upbringing regardless of the abuse, along with having an innate appreciation for the finer things in life, meant she was quite familiar with upper-crust social skills. She didn't care for it; she was much more comfortable enjoying a rare vintage of merlot while scouring yet another tome to see if there was a way to break Her Deal. And to be truthful she did get off on the risk of slipping into a high-security facility and stealing something.
Now that her life was different, she poured over research to find ways to deal with that clusterfuck caused by the Winchesters. Although from what she'd been able to ascertain, there was PLENTY of blame to go around –including the so-called sanctified Angels. Apparently there's a war going on Upstairsas well—the usual reluctance-to-help-out-self-destructive-humans argument at the root of it. There's also a rumor that God is missing… well Bela could've told them that a long time ago; the minute Daddycrept into her room in the middle of the night. But being with Dawn is pulling out these strange, unfamiliar… thoughts that have nothing to do with why she was brought back.
That fact is Bela is becoming more curious about what Dawn did at Slayer HQ. She seemed high-up on the totem-pole, because the suits she occasionally wore for their assignations weren't cheap, neither was that black credit card she sometimes paid with, and the rare venting about her a meeting with "those assholes at the Pentagon or MI6," were enlightening. But Bela would rather focus on the sex part – it was easier, or at least she thought so.
The sex… it was beyond amazing and satisfying… and a little disconcerting. She found herself wishing Dawn would stick around when they finished at her townhouse - book shop. She sometimes wanted to just… talk, or the time when Bela actually cooked something for her because her stomach was growling so much, while Bela's tongue was wiggling itself into Dawn's bottom, and she would've felt bad about Dawn leaving without feeding her. It was all very weird and it made her chest feel… funny. Christ she couldn't even come up with a better description that that, Bela thought with some irritation.
Wearily rubbing her hand across her forehead, Bela tried to stave off an impending headache, which is what happens whenever she thought too hard about whatever is happening between Dawn and her. Even more problematic, is Bela sudden desire to no longer carry the weight herself with a hint of loneliness, that she began to wonder what Dawn would think about her Story, or if she'd even believe it.
Bela had a sneaking suspicion that she would.