The Proper
Response
He left. He just left. That was all, no
good-byes, no threats, just a smirk as he caressed her cheek with
one lazy knowing finger. . . Kendra wasn't sure whether to be
relieved, scared or excited. What did that mean? Of course, the
proper response was ingrained and required no thought. The only
problem with that was, she wasn't feeling the proper response. It
was probably more accurate to say that she was numb. Totally
numb, except that she could still feel him. Feel his hands
caressing her breast gently, oh so gently, rubbing her nipples
with the pads of his thumbs, the feel of his mouth suckling her
skin, his cock sliding in and out of the empty pussy he'd left
behind. . . Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggh!
At least she was alive. . . she thought wryly. Although she
suspected that was part of the plot. She would have to live to
feel the shame of what she had done. Still, this was Angelus. He
would be coming back. Her supposed shame and angst
not-with-standing, he had a reputation to uphold. If, no, when he
came back it certainly wouldn't be for a repeat performance, he
was going to kill her, not fuck her. She was the slayer, when he
came back, she'd be prepared. Wouldn't she?
Of course she would. When he came back she would be prepared. She
had only to wait.
*-*-*-*
She didn't have very long to wait. She slept during the day. At
night, she sat by the bed with the light on, reading. There was
no point in pretending; she wasn't going to be taken by surprise
again.
When the door opened on its own, Kendra put the book down and
picked up her favorite weapon a thick stake, she had personally
worked on. She called him Mr. Pointy.
Angelus smiled to see her standing there. "Hello. Waiting up
for me, dear? You shouldn't have."
With a growl Kendra launched herself across the room and at him.
Her blow caught him square on the jaw, and rocked him on his
heels. Surprise, at how quickly she attacked, stopped him for
half an instant, but retaliation was swift. With a backhand that
would have snapped the neck of anyone other than a slayer, he
sent her sprawling in the small space. Kendra rose and attacked
again striking with fury as she buried the wood in his flesh.
Unfortunately, though her aim was true, her blow landed somewhat
short of the space where his heart was supposed to beat. Somewhat
short being across the room, embedded in the wall.
With a scream of rage, Kendra raked her nails down his cheek.
With a growl of his own, Angelus attempted to dislodge her, but
the squeezing of her knees around him for purchase was suddenly
distracting. He could feel the blood in him rushing and his
adrenaline turned to excitement. He looked down to see her chest
heaving as she dragged great bursts of air into her lungs. If he
shifted, just so, those beautiful legs would be wrapped around
far better places on his body.
It took Kendra a minute to realize he was no longer fighting. He
was in fact cupping her ass, with those big hands of his. He was
rubbing his leather-covered cock against her center, pulling her
legs apart to find her. Her eyes closed in disbelief when she
felt her body respond immediately. This was not happening. It
couldn't be happening. Her hands tightened convulsively around
him, but it was doubtful they did any real harm since they had
fallen to his shoulders.
"Open your eyes."
His voice was harsh with desire mixed with a healthy dose of
anger, at her attack. Kendra shook her head, she knew better. If
she opened her eyes he would be able to see the desire that was
aflame inside her suddenly. Suddenly- she had been tamping down
the flame all week, but he couldn't know that. He could never
know that.
"Open your eyes, pretty Kendra," he laughed. It was not
a pleasant sound.
Of course the fact that she was rubbing against him meant nothing
at all. When Kendra realized that her body had betrayed her once
more she did indeed open her eyes, her self-disgust evident. He
spoke again, his tone patient and patronizing. "Don't look
so sad, little girl. How do you think I feel? I didn't come here
for this. I had bright images of you, yes. But they were you
covered in blood, dead. Now look where we are."
Kendra's hand lashed out, open palm, caught him square on the
cheek. He saw it coming, didn't try to evade it, and his head
snapped back with the force of the blow. With a smile, he threw
her back on to the bed. Before she had stopped bouncing, he was
on top of her in what seemed to be a replay of the last time.
Only it wasn't. This time he wasn't gentle. This time he tore her
clothes off with talons that scraped her skin, leaving welts,
making her arch to him for more. This time she didn't lay
passive, she fought- to rip his clothes off, to feel his cool
skin on her skin in the night air. To pull him to her and smash
her full aching breasts against the smooth broad chest that
loomed above her. Her nails raked similar lines along his body.
His hands were everywhere, were everywhere his mouth was not. He
was licking the welts he'd drawn on her belly, pushing her legs,
already spread, further apart with hands rough and sure. There
was a little resistance as he found her, and they both knew it
was a token gesture, for as he drove in she shuddered deliciously
and clenched around him. He closed his eyes to feel her and the
words came out of him with a groan.
"I'm going to fuck you raw. I'm going fuck you until this
sweet little pussy weeps for me, until you scream." Kendra
thought she would go mad. He was whispering in her ear, all the
while pumping her cunt hard with his fingers.
" And when I'm done you're gonna beg me to do it
again."
She wanted to beg right then, to scream 'fuck me now' but that
was impossible. He would own her if she gave an inch and such a
declaration would be considered a mile. It mattered not, his
fingers were driving her over the edge and she was going to come
screaming anyway. The smooth walls of her pussy clenched tightly
around him and with a wail, Kendra's juices drenched his palm.
As the last spasm erupted, Angelus rose up and into her. He
placed both hands beneath her round ass and lifted her up to meet
his thrusts. He rode her, true to his word, pounding in and out
of her hot, tight channel heedless of her pleasure/pain filled
cries as she came again. His thick dick reaching to press against
that muscle at the top of her pelvis and going further to reach
the sweeter even tighter entrance to her womb. He could feel her
massaging his cock. Kneading her breasts, stroking her belly,
squeezing her ass, he rammed deeper with every stroke feeling the
silken walls of her close around him like a vise and suddenly his
head went back and his body stilled. She screamed as the orgasm
shook her foundation. His balls drew up against his body and eyes
closed in bliss as exploded within her heat.
Panting, ever so slightly, he rolled off of her and grinned at
the heaving girl/woman beside him.
