Devil Went Down
Vanilla wafted and candlelight flickered off the bedroom walls, creating soft shadows that enhanced the erotic adventures the room contained. Two long crimson silk scarves held Angelus’ muscular arms to the wrought iron four postered bed. He lounged nude against the multitudes of satin pillows. His deep chocolate eyes were captivated. She was marvelous. He couldn’t ask for more.
< SNAP!!….SNAP!!….SNAP!! >
Buffy stood enticingly at the end of the enormous bed, a leather whip in hand. She was dressed in a black leather corset that cinched her waist even smaller and lifted her soft breasts higher. Her nipples peeked out just slightly, teasing her lover, begging for his cool mouth. Black stockings fastened to ribbons hung from the cinched leather and set off her long legs. Tossing the whip aside, Buffy stood admiring the reddened pattern it left on her bound lover. Angelus was in awe of the erotic picture Buffy presented before him. He felt his cock surge, making him even harder, as she began to dance.
"The Devil went Down to Georgia" played on the floating red violins that Willow had cast a spell on. Buffy giggle at her own choice of music. She thought it really fit. Angelus was such a devil, especially in bed. She seductively danced to the music that floated around her, making her way to the stone fireplace that burned soft embers. A warm glow radiated that contrasted shadows with the candles burning about the room. Buffy reached up, grabbing the silver goblet that perched on the wooden mantle. Her body still swayed to the beat as she made her way back to Angelus’ hard body.
Angelus’ eyes widened as she reached for the silver goblet. Dipping her long fingers inside, Buffy pulled them out, sprinkling the clear liquid drops on his chest. He elicited a deep rumbling growl when his satiny skin began to smoke. Her warm rough tongue soothed the searing pain she inflicted. His wounds healed rapidly and she splashed a few more drops against his pale body, always following the torture with her wet mouth, warming his cool flesh. Buffy alternated between wet kisses and teasing licks against his aroused body. His eyes gleamed at the way she had become sexually awakened. He was very proud of his little dominatrix.
Backing away from his body, Buffy sat back on her heels, sliding her hand under the mattress and grabbing an emerald encrusted dagger. She dragged the razor sharp tip over Angelus’ body, leaving tiny slices along his broad chest. Angelus’ body was aroused to a fevered pitch. His cock stood hard, jutting out from his strong body with a tiny bead of cum settled at the velvet tip. Buffy knew he was getting close to losing control and wanted him to. She knew any moment he was about to break the silk bonds. His body was tense and his control at the edge.
Making a small slice across her own breast, Buffy watched the crimson blood trickle down her body. Angelus couldn’t take anymore and snapped his bonds quickly, flipping Buffy backward on the bed. His mouth sucked hungry at her soft mounds, causing Buffy to moan with delight. His tongue traced the blood path to her rosy nipples, sucking greedily until each one formed a tight bud.
Buffy could feel a rush moisture seep from her core. Her heated, body molded to his cool one, tried to seek relief for the deep ache only he could satisfy. His cool lips traveled down her slim body, tasting her lavish skin, listening to her powerful blood flow just below her silky skin. Her body felt like it was electric with each touch from Angelus; it surged through her, driving her passion higher. His large hands skimmed her body, soaking in her heat, using it to warm himself. Angelus’ cool mouth settled between Buffy’s thighs. His tongue flicked out to taste her tangy wetness, tracing her swollen folds.
Buffy writhed under Angelus. Her fingers threaded through his soft brown spikes as she pushed her hips up, seeking out his mouth where she ached for it. His rough tongue rasped over the tender tissue, inflaming it even more fully. Sipping her engorged clit into his mouth, Angelus sucked gently, gradually getting rougher as Buffy’s body asked for it. She could feel the tension building and her climax coming quickly. She was panting his name over and over begging him to push her over the edge. Angelus finally bit softly down on the plump bud, sending her screaming as her body tensed with waves of pleasure rolling through her spasming body.
Angelus kissed his way up Buffy’s pliant body. She gave him a lazy smile right before his moth descended onto hers. His tongue forced her mouth open wide, plundering and exploring it fully. His cock screamed to be buried deep in her warmth. Draping his lean body over Buffy’s, Angelus maneuvered his hips between hers. Buffy spread her thighs wide to accommodate him. She could feel his steely shaft brushing her slick wet center, nudging to gain entry. With a flex of his hips, the head of his thick shaft pushed into her tight channel. Teasing Buffy, Angelus pulled back out and pushed back in excruciatingly slowly, making both lovers groan in ecstasy. He could feel the tight velvety sheath encasing his thick length, while slowly opening to accommodate his girth.
Buffy’s body sizzled with need, feeling Angelus tease, not giving her enough to quite satisfy her desire, making her groan in frustration. She could feel her small frame stretch to take his thick cock inside her aching body. When he was fully enveloped in her tiny body, she clenched her vaginal muscles to hold him deeply.
Angelus shifted into game face at her exquisite torture. Looming over his petite lover, his body throbbing, he bent quickly to place a passionate kiss on her soft lips. He began to rapidly thrust into her. Angelus supported his weight on his elbows, his lower body frantically moving, and nuzzled Buffy’s neck while watching the tender veins shift in and out of sight. The view was so tempting, but he wanted to hold out for as long as possible.
Pulling her hips up close to her body, Buffy moved to take his hard cock deeper. He slid in and out of her scalding center, bringing them closer with each thrust to climax. Buffy’s tiny hand traced down his solid back, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her fingertips, roaming to his taut ass, desperately trying to force his body even deeper into hers.
Bodies moved frenziedly, crashing into one another, creating such a delicious friction all they could do was ache for more. Thrusting harder and yet even harder still, Angelus pounded ruthlessly into Buffy. Both on the edge of climax, wrapped around each other, sliding flesh upon flesh of their sweat soaked bodies. Every nerve sang out for release, thrusting even harder, Angelus could feel Buffy’s tight inner walls tighten even more squeezing his throbbing cock, making his head spin.
Buffy placed her hand on the back of his neck, guiding his mouth to her neck. "Please…Angelus…please," she panted, begging him to push her over the edge she teetered on.
He was so deep she could feel him bump her cervix as he growled deeply before piercing her tender flesh and letting her sweet, rich coppery blood flow over his tongue. Angelus’ body jerked roughly, spilling his cool cum deep. His whole body tensed, then he lay limp on his lover’s warm body.
The feeling of sharp fangs breaking through her silky neck sent Buffy into climax. She shook uncontrollably beneath Angelus, just feeling her inner muscles ripple and clench with orgasm, feeling her insides bathed with his cool essence. Buffy’s body was sated and she no longer had the energy to move.
The satisfied lovers lay tightly intertwined in each other, reveling in the aftershocks that still ran through their bodies from their completion, letting their bodies calm slowly. After several long moments, Buffy started to stir beneath Angelus, stroking his muscular back, tracing the tattoo with her nimble fingers.
"Angelus."
"Hmmm…" came the groggy response.
"Between your weight and this damn corset, I’m going to suffocate if you don’t move," Buffy giggled.
Grumbling, Angelus moved off her warm body, so she could breathe and helped her out of the constricting leather contraption.
She began to giggle again. "Next time can we use the Victorian book of Erotica in our fantasy role playing?"
With a wicked smirk Angelus nuzzled closer to her warmth, licking her damp salty skin, "You can count on it."
The End