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Shadows Of Dissatisfaction

He watched from the shadows beneath the overhang of her cabana. It was a lovely spot, decked out to fit the typical tourist atmosphere. It was the busy season and he had fit in well with said tourists as he roamed the island looking for the dark and lovely Kendra. It hadn't been difficult to find the seamy underside hidden from all but those who went looking; every town had one no matter how tiny. A few judicious bites and he had all the information he wanted and then some.

He had found her address and that of her watcher. He found out her favorite foods, her favorite drinks and her favorite way to relax. Which brought him here in the early evening waiting for her to make an appearance. She had gotten home hours ago, but had to be debriefed by her watcher before anything else. She as always went strictly by the book. When that was over he was assured, she would come out of the little cabana and go for a swim. Angelus waited patiently for his prey.

The door that led to the beach opened just as the sun's rays dropped below the horizon. Angelus grinned *thoughtful girl* as he followed her to waters' edge. She strode into the warm see-through blue water with confidence and ease. The moon reflected the water that clung greedily to the luscious milk chocolate silk of her skin.

Her powerful strokes cut deep into the elemental force. Living her life at the ocean's edge had given her a healthy respect and love for nature. Water was life, and it held the flowing secrets of time immemorial. It was never the same after its various trips around the world, visiting different familial shores; yet it remained constant. After a battle, she seemed to need its' soothing quality. So she swam, lap upon lap until she was almost too tired to move, to think. Like tonight, she didn't want to do either of those things. Tonight, she just wanted to lay her head down and sleep. The restlessness that came after a battle carried its own wearying weight and would hopefully add to her formula for sleep.

Kendra made her way slowly out of the water and up the beach, unaware of the eyes that never left her form in the night. She was too busy coming to grips with the realization that the restlessness still needed an outlet. Her body was exhausted from the physical strain she worked so hard on in the water. Damn, she had to be up early in the morning and needed to be awake and refreshed not grumpy and... she left the last word off not wanting to even think about it. It made no difference, no matter what it would still be true- when she woke up tomorrow she would still be unfulfilled, but a good nights rest would at least take the edge off.

She disrobed inside the little cabana, dropping the little swimsuit over the tub to dry. With a sigh she climbed into bed, and willed herself to sleep. First though she had to plump her pillow. Kendra leaned up on an elbow to fluff the pillow into shape and then gently laid her head upon it. Maybe what she needed was the overhead fan, she thought; it was so hot. She got up to pull the string that started the four wooden blades to gently whir in the night. As she walked slowly back to the bed, Kendra's thighs brushed against each other and she stifled a groan. She would get through this night.

After the fifteenth turn from side to side- she actually counted- to find a comfortable position. Kendra flopped onto her back and accepted the inevitable truth. She was never going to get any sleep. She let the gentle breeze from the fan wash over her, and she watched fascinated as her nipples puckered in the cool air. She watched almost reluctantly as her hands came up to caress the firm round globes, to tease the aroused peaks. Holding one breast firmly, she slid the tip of a finger into her mouth and wet it. Slowly she teased the nipple with tiny moist circles that brought her hips off the bed. As she pinched the nipple tight between thumb and forefinger, the other hand slid down the smooth contours of her body and with a groan that could just be heard, into the folds hidden beneath the silky black curls at her core. With a gasp of pleasure, she teased her outer edges, the lips pinching them, rolling them between her fingers, pressing her palm against the opening to mimic the width of a real cock.

That was what she wanted. Real cock. Bone hard, long and thick, and attached to a real man. A man whose weight and width and breadth she could explore with the hands that were so busy at the moment. One hand still on her breasts, she squeezed and kneaded them, pulling the nipples, twisting them until the sweet tension ran in a straight line from them to swirl in her belly and settle in her hot cunt. Not able to wait, to force herself to prolong it anymore, Kendra plunged a long graceful digit into her heat. Her head tossed as the feeling of being invaded expanded with another digit and soon she was pumping her pussy, sliding the fingers in the wetness that was covering her inside and out.

Angelus stared fascinated at the end of the bed. He'd watched her give in to the urges that drove her. He could smell her arousal as she entered her little cabana; it was so overwhelming at that point that she couldn't sense him hidden in the shadows mere feet away. His cock strained at the seam of leather that covered and threatened to chafe him. He reminded himself that there was a plan; that he was going to be inside of her soon enough.

She made no noise as she worked her glistening pussy over and he realized her watcher must be near by. Thinking of her watcher made Angelus wonder why he was not here, helping his slayer in her time of need? That was the watcher's duty, to be at her side, advise her, whisper in her ear, before and after a fight. Buffy and Giles had it down to a science. Well they used to, until he came along. It was another reason the man hated him. Angelus grinned and wondered if Buffy had gone crawling back to him with her legs open now that he was no longer interested.

His attention was captured once again by Kendra's wandering hands. She had already come once and was apparently not satisfied. How restless was she? Or did she just have a voracious pussy? How long would this go on? Angelus sat back to watch the show, it promised to be a good one.

By the start of the fourth self-induced orgasm, his cock was quivering and no longer held back by leather. He too had come once or twice, his large hand slowly stroking the thick shaft. He had kept pace with her speeding up, coming when she did.

It was obvious she wasn't satisfied, even now. The tension had been worked through yes, but it had been replaced by a different kind of tension that left her unfulfilled and more restless than before. He could understand the feeling. Jerking off was fine, but even when he took his time- five fingers splayed with a tight grip- went slow, it didn't compare to wet pussy, hot or cold. No, she needed like he needed at that moment. He knew just how to help.