Willow had completely taken the wind out of his sails. After assuring him she wasn’t going to leave, she blithely announced, pretty as you please, that she was going to visit Sunnydale. First, she had lulled him into a false sense of security…then, boom. Vexing woman! One minute he was happy and laughing, certain that pussy was next on the agenda—the next minute he was sitting here with his mouth hanging open in shock.

She had a lot of nerve calling *him* manipulative! That was just…just, the pot calling the kettle black, was what it was. Luckily, he’d had the presence of mind not to snap, “Absolutely not! I forbid it!” and piss her off. A small miracle, really, since she’d completely blindsided him.

Now, she was looking all pleased with herself and like he should be too. As if she’d said, “Angelus, I’m going to suck your cock hard and deep for hours and you don’t have to do a thing.” But no. Instead, that ‘happy as a lark’ expression she wore was because she’d announced that she was going to Sunnydale. How exactly to respond without causing mutiny continued to elude him, so he found himself sputtering, “But…but…but, you said…”

Willow looked at him curiously for a second, waiting for him to finish his sentence before she realized what he meant. “Oh! No. I don’t mean *now* silly,” she said with a playful smack to his arm.

Oh. Of course not, he thought with exasperation. Why on earth would he think she meant *now*? For someone with such a brilliant mind, Willow sure could use improvement on her communication skills, he thought grumpily. Her present ones were only cute when they didn’t presage disaster. Trying for an unruffled demeanor, he said, “So, sweetheart, when…that is, what kind of visit and when were you thinking? And, and for how long?” Willow’s difficulty expressing herself had transferred itself to him at some point, and he wondered when the hell that unfortunate event had transpired--some things just didn’t need to be shared.

“Oh, lighten up!” she said with a smirk. “You look like I just told you that the world’s blood supply has dried up or something.” Fluffing a pillow and reclining on the sofa they were sitting on, she rested her feet on his lap.

The amused look she gave him made him want to slap her and he gazed at her incredulously. It felt like she was playing with him and he didn’t like it one bit. “Are you trying to torture me as revenge? Is that what’s going on here?” Maybe, he thought, that’s all it was and she had no intention of going away. Maybe his earlier behavior had made her want to be the one with the power. He could understand that, if it were the case. In a less confrontational and more conciliatory tone, he said, “You’re not really going, right?”

Willow tugged her foot loose from the death grip he had on it, “Ouch! Human here, play nice with the feet. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Angelus. No, I’m not trying to torture you, and yes, I’m really going.” She must’ve taken pity on his bleak facial expression. “You can relax, I’m not going anywhere for awhile; at least until you feel more secure about us.”

He frowned, but felt like he’d been granted a reprieve and relaxed somewhat. He didn’t like her implying that he was insecure, but since it worked for him for now, he’d let it slide.

“I would like to go see my friends, and if they’re around, my parents. I wouldn’t tell them about us, obviously. That’s all. No diabolical plan here.” She slid back over to where he was and kissed his mouth, “But I won’t even think about it until we’ve reached an understanding. I couldn’t enjoy a visit home if I was worried that you’d appear every time I talked to a male and go all…postal-vamp again. You need more time to see that I’m yours and that you can trust me, and I can live with that. Besides,” she said with a broad smile, “you’d have prior notice—I’d have to plan in advance to make sure I didn’t have any, you know, suspicious bite marks visible.”

Since, for the time being, Willow was staying put, he wasn’t going to argue with her reasoning. He certainly didn’t want to upset the applecart. He tried, unsuccessfully, not to smile smugly—and decided he’d see to it that she had fresh evidence of his bites prominently displayed on her neck at all times. He was now regretting having improved her healing ability with his blood.

She rolled her eyes and straddled his lap, placing her hands on his shoulders. “You know, you’re pretty insufferable when you get your way.”

“Hey, I didn’t say a thing!” he said, putting his arms around her and squeezing her ass.

Willow snorted, “Yes, you did. Just not with words,” and wiggled her bottom more firmly into his grasp.

Angelus raised an eyebrow, “If I agree with you, will you drag me to your bed and do nasty, improper things to me?”

She buried her face in his neck and bit down hard. His hips jerked in reaction and he moaned. In an innocent voice she said, “I don’t know what kinds of things you’re talking about, but…”

Before she was done speaking, he’d flipped her onto her back on the sofa and insinuated himself between her legs. “That’s all right, I’ll show you.” He kissed her deeply; it had been a lousy day and he was glad to finally be moving into more pleasant territory. Willow must be too, he thought, because she was holding him tight and returning his kiss with a vengeance.

Making out on the sofa when a perfectly good bed was nearby seemed silly, but he wanted her to take the lead. The empowerment would help her put the day’s events behind them, he thought. Of course, that didn’t mean he couldn’t ‘fan the flames’ and hurry things along a bit.

Willow moaned into his mouth and pulled his erection snug against her heat with her legs. Her robe had fallen open and her breasts pressed against his chest. They both vibrated with his purring as he thrust against her rhythmically. She was generating heat like a furnace and it suffused his entire body. He slid his hands beneath her ass to increase the pressure and thought he’d burst if she didn’t fuck him soon.

Dry humping on the sofa was fine for inexperienced teenagers, but he wanted more. Willow was moaning and aroused, but he needed to increase her sense of urgency if he wanted to get laid. He slid down her body so she could no longer thrust against his erection and she whimpered in protest.

Taking a nipple between his teeth, he ran his tongue lightly back and forth until she pushed his head firmly against her, demanding more. He obligingly sucked the hardened tip with enough pressure to leave a mark. Squeezing her other breast and pinching its nipple, he elicited the response he was looking for: begging.

“Oh! Ohhhh, please, Angelus!” She tried to pull him higher onto her body without success. “Pleeeease!”

“Please what, Willow?” he asked in a guttural tone.

She was panting now, “Please take your pants off and make love to me. Now.”

Without another word, he climbed off of her, picked her up, and carried her to the bed.

She wriggled out of her robe while he shed his pants. He’d barely finished before she was pulling him onto the bed. Before he knew it, she was straddling his hips and lowering herself onto his erection. God, he loved it when she took the initiative.

“Willoooow…oooomph.” She rode him fast and it felt so good that he just lie there and let her do all the work. Up and down, up and down she pumped, working her thighs, grinding her clitoris against his pubic bone on her down strokes. He was about to come, but she beat him to it and came to a screeching halt. She was mewling and reveling in her orgasm, completely forgetting about him.

With a grunt, he flipped her onto her back, grabbed her shoulders, and pistoned into her furiously until he found his own release. As he came, he sank his fangs into her neck, taking a generous dose of her passion laced blood, then lapped at the bite tenderly, making sure that no residual bleeding went to waste. When he recovered enough to look at her, she was smiling at him drunkenly, pupils dilated.

He smiled back; being in bed with a woman looking that satisfied felt pretty good. Never mind, he thought, that they’d both just pretty much used each other as animated sex toys.

Rolling off of her, he dropped to the bed face first, his whole body limp. Willow dragged herself over to him, moaning from the effort, and snuggled against him contentedly. Neither of them spoke for quite awhile.

The silence they shared was nice, but her warm, naked body pressed to his was too tempting for him to resist for long since he was still feeling horny. “You know what turns my stomach, darlin’?”

Her voice was languid, “Hmmm. No. In fact, I didn’t even know that that happened to vampires.”

“Well, it does to me,” he said lasciviously, “and what turns my stomach is warm tits pressed against my back.” Rolling onto his back, he pulled her high onto his chest, so that they were nose to nose, and leered at her.

“Ha! Very funny,” she said in a not very convincing tone. “How about now that they’re on your chest? Any better?”

He scrutinized her suggestively, “Now I just feel greedy for more. What have you got?”

She feigned deep thought. “Well, let’s see. I’m sure I’ve got something up my sleeve. Lie still and I’ll show you.”

Softly, she kissed his lips, lingering as if she was savoring the taste of him. She pressed her palms against his shoulders for leverage and raised herself enough to move her head as she increased the intensity of the kiss, and in the process her nipples lightly caressed his chest. The gentle assault felt so good that he started purring.

Willow burrowed her face into his neck, and in a throaty voice said, “I love it when you purr.”

He tried to stay still, but when she started sucking and nipping at his neck, he began to stroke her back with both hands. “Baby, that feels so good. *You* feel so good.”

She bit down in response, and he was astonished that she did it hard enough to draw blood. Instead of being surprised at his blood in her mouth, she licked the few drops that she’d drawn.

He pressed her head more firmly against his neck and groaned, “Ohhhhhhhhhh, god, that’s so good...mmmm, *so* good. Willooooow.”

“Mmm,” she said thoughtfully, her voice muffled against his skin, “kind of nice, not what I expected blood to taste like at all,” as she licked and sucked a path to the other side of his neck.

He was purring like mad and moaning helplessly, still trying valiantly to stay still as much as possible. Her breasts were pressed against him, he could feel her wetness on his leg, and she was driving him fucking crazy with her attentions to his neck. Running his fingers through her hair and down her back, he muttered nonsense that let her know how wonderful all the things she was doing to him felt.

When she ran her tongue along the outside of his ear, then plunged it in, he had to intervene; pulling her face to his, he kissed her hungrily. She kissed him back briefly, then pulled away, “Angelus, I’m running things here; you can touch me, but let me do my thing.” The look she gave him was wickedly carnal and promised so much that it made his cock jump. “Unless you want to take over?”

He let go of her face and placed his hands on her ass. “No way,” he responded in a strained voice, “you made me feel so good, I got carried away. Sorry.” He tried hard to look repentant.

She gave him a sultry smile and reached down to fondle his aching cock. When he sucked in an unneeded breath and thrust into her hand, she raised an eyebrow teasingly and moved on.

His muscles were tense and he was anxious to see what she would do next. The exquisite torment was unexpected and he loved every agonizing minute of it. He didn’t know what had gotten into her, but was sure glad it had.

She moved so that she was completely lying on top of him and he was thrilled, certain that she was going to fuck him now. Instead she placed light, feathery kisses on his forehead, cheeks, nose, lips and chin. “Mmmmm, Angelus, I love you so much.” She paused for a moment to give him a bright smile, then continued her kissing blitz. While she was busily kissing his neck, he was hopeful she’d give him another bite while she was in the area. But no. When she’d worked her way down to his collarbone, she nibbled a path to his shoulder and sucked the skin into her mouth, scraping with her teeth, but not biting. He just moaned and kneaded her ass, glad for the pressure of her on his throbbing dick. Scooting down a bit, she flicked one of his nipples with her tongue, blew on it until it was stiff, then sucked on it hard enough to leave a bruise. He couldn’t even think, just feel…and keen, and press his hard-on into her stomach. When she was satisfied with the job she’d done on that nipple, she moved to the other, and without preliminaries, sucked it hard into her mouth and bit down on the surrounding skin.

“Arrrrrrgh! Willow! Oh fuck yeah, baby, don’t stop.” He had no idea what he was saying, he was so wrapped up in lust, he just babbled and begged mindlessly.

She licked at the angry looking welts she’d left, soothing them with her tongue, then moved back to the other nipple and did the same thing to it. Without warning, she bit down again, this time breaking the skin, the blissful pain and smell of his own blood caused him to buck and scream her name. She hadn’t drawn much blood with her blunt teeth, but when she sucked what had come to the surface into her mouth, Angelus thought for sure he’d come, but didn’t. “God, Willow, fuck me soon. Please. If you don’t, I’m going to come all over both of us. Baby, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Willow ignored him, running her tongue around the injured nipple. When she was done, she looked over her handiwork with satisfaction. Finally, she looked up at him and smiled primly. He thought wryly that no one would know by looking at that sweet, innocent face what a hedonistic little thing she could be.

Maintaining eye contact, she braced her hands on the bed and slid down his body, holding herself just high enough for the tips of her breasts to trail along him teasingly. She came to rest between his legs and licked his cock from base to tip, cleaning off the pre-cum.

He gritted his teeth and grabbed the comforter, wanting to hold himself together and not come. After all this, he didn’t want to spoil it and miss the main event.

Her face disappeared between his legs, and his back arched off the bed, when she took one of his balls into her hot mouth, rolling her tongue around it. He was growling ferociously, fighting for self-control. She released it and did the same thing with the other one, but this time scraped it with her teeth, causing the most intoxicatingly delicious pain.

He wanted to tell her to get on with it, but was only capable of making guttural, primal sounds of ecstasy.

Nestling her face against his thigh, she bit him hard enough to draw blood again. He writhed as she delicately sucked on the wound. He vaguely wondered, in his lust hazed state, if he’d inadvertently given her a taste for his blood when he’d laced her wine with it earlier. He was just thankful for whatever it was that had caused her to keep sinking her teeth into his flesh. He was tingling from head to toe with desire and was so desperate to come that he was whimpering.

Finally, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, laving it with her tongue. She fondled his balls as she sucked in as much as she could, making slurping noises and grasping the base with her free hand. He buried his hands in her hair, shoving her head down and she responded by giving his cock and balls painful squeezes.

The pain pushed him over the edge and he thrust into her mouth until she gagged, then came with a roar that shook the windows.

For quite awhile he wasn’t aware of anything beyond his quivering muscles and a feeling of complete and utter euphoria.

End Part 24