0 comments/ 17423 views/ 1 favorites Reunion Ch. 1 By: aimili_sage Spike watched as Buffy’s room was plunged into darkness. He flicked his cigarette away and turned to go home. A movement from across the street caught his eye. A figure paused to catch his attention then ran in the direction of the cemetery. It paused at the end of the block, as if waiting. Intrigued, he set off after it. In a swirl of fabric, it took off again. He smiled. He enjoyed a good chase. The figure paused at the entrance to the cemetery before entering the gates. He cautiously followed. Spike neared his old home. He had lost sight of whoever he was after. On the breeze he caught a whiff of jasmine. “Come out, come out wherever you are. I’m not gonna hurt you, luv.” He whirled around when he heard a chuckle behind him, his duster settling around him. “Dru?” “As if, luv.” The figure stepped out of the shadows. The breeze kicked up the ends of the cloak. The flare of a lighter briefly showed the face under the hood. The scent of cloves joined the jasmine. The person slowly circled him, trailing a red-tipped nail across his chest, down his abs. Behind him, she grabbed his ass and squeezed. “I see you didn’t let yourself go to waste.” He caught her wrist as she brushed against his groin. “As interesting as it would be to shag a stranger, I’m not exactly in the mood.” She laughed. “I’m hardly a stranger, William.” She moved closer. The only separating them were their hands. She caressed his face. She lowered his head until their lips nearly touched. Slowly she licked his lips. Her hood fell off her head, revealing who she was. Spike stood in shock. “Guenavere?” She smiled. “Hello, William.” She was released as he staggered back in shock. She removed her cloak, revealing a short, black skirt and a black sweater. She threw her cigar down and ground it beneath her high-heeled boot. She slowly walked towards him, as if stalking her prey. He watched her come closer, his eyes traveling down her body then back up to her face. She rapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against him. “I’ve missed you, luv.” Guen slipped her hands underneath his shirt. She lightly ran her nails across his back. He sucked in a sharp breath. She moved a hand around to tease a nipple. He placed a hand over hers. “What are you doing here, Guen?” “Can’t I visit with old friends once in a while?” He moved away from her, a smirk lingering on his lips. “Old friends. The only reason you were with us was because of Angel. You kept your Slayer persona even after death.” She passed beneath the moon. “What the hell happened to you?” She lifted a hand to her dark hair and its white streak. “What? This? A few years in Hell does cause the hair to turn. It also leaves you with a few other things.” She took off her sweater, exposing her bare breasts and a scar starting at her neck and disappearing under the waistband of her skirt. She strolled closer. Putting her hands on shoulders, she pushed his duster off. “Angel wasn’t the only one reason I stayed.” He traced the scar. She closed her eyes. “So, the good girl has turned bad.” He grabbed her arms, pulling her closer. “I don’t buy it, luv.” “You don’t have to buy anything, sweet.” She captured his mouth. She deepened the kiss as she twined her arms around his neck. Groaning, he pulled her closer while he backed her against a headstone. He lifted her onto the cold stone. He released her mouth, licking and nibbling down to her breast. He tugged a nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth against it. She moaned as he treated the other nipple the same ministrations. He continued his journey down, pushing up her skirt. He looked up at her, one eyebrow raised at her lack of underwear. Her legs parted. His hands skimmed the outside of her thighs as he bent his head lower. He placed a light kiss on each thigh, close to her pussy. He ran his tongue up the seam of her lips. He circled her clit before sucking on it. He slipped a finger then two inside her. Guen placed her foot on his shoulder, giving him more access to her. She threw her head back. “Spike,” she moaned into the night air. Her blood began to race and her breathing became erratic. “Oh God,” she said when he scraped her clit with his teeth. He repeated the action, causing her to scream. He removed his mouth from her clit. She opened her eyes. Putting her hands on his head, she tried to get him to finish. He smiled mischievously. He began to tease her with little licks. Each one kept her on the edge of climax. She moaned her frustration. Spike stood, stepping between her legs. His thumb brushed lightly across her clit. He unzipped his pants, freeing his dick. He slid his finger out of her, but continued to tantalize her clit. He pushed forward, easing the head inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him forward. He entered to the hilt. They moaned in unison. He slowly withdrew. She grabbed his hips and pulled him forward. “I’m not fragile, sweet. I won’t break.” She sank her nails into his ass, holding him deep inside. He pulled out then rammed forward. “More,” she said huskily. “Like it rough, luv?” He watched her face change as she had an orgasm. Her nails sank deeper as he plunged into her. He felt her breath on his neck. “William,” she breathed against his neck. She licked up to his ear. She captured his earlobe between her teeth. “More.” She sank her teeth into his neck. He slammed into her, causing her to scream in another orgasm. His blood ran down his chest, coating them both. “Now,” she whispered. She clenched her muscles tight around his dick. He moaned, pressing deep as he came, howling his release to the sky. They clung to each other as the aftershocks swept over them. Guen sealed the marks in his neck with her tongue. Spike kissed her lips as he slid out of her. She moaned at the loss of him. He looked up at the sky as he zipped his pants up. He watched the moon light glisten on her pale skin. She stood to retrieve her sweater and cloak. He shrugged into his duster. He crossed his arms over his sticky chest. “What’s going on, Guen? You happen to roll into town and expect what? A shag here, a shag there?” She laughed as she tugged on her sweater. “Well, I just got a shag here.” She stepped closer and ran her hands over his chest. “We’re about to become dust in exactly ten minutes, sweet.” She motioned over his shoulder to the sunrise. “Now, what is it that they say, your place or mine?” He stood there for a moment before grabbing her hand and heading for the gates. “Mine’s closer.” They ran threw the pre-dawn streets of Sunnydale, beating the sun’s rise over the horizon by minutes. When the door closed, she pushed him against it. “My turn,” she said as she sealed her lips to his. Taking a hold of the collar of his shirt, she ripped it all the way down. He grabbed her arms and pushed her away from him. “I want answers, Guen. What made you change?” She rolled her eyes. “I am finally my true self and you want to talk? Remember those days when they were together? How you used to watch the door to their room and just rage inside?” He closed his eyes at the old anguish. She watched her hands skim up his chest. “And I would crawl into your lap. Member the first time you slid inside me?” She undid his pants. She slipped her hand inside, clasping his dick. “I wanted so much to be her, to have all of your affections all the time, not just when you were feeling randy.” She dropped to her knees. She circled the head of his dick with her tongue. He groaned when she closed her lips around him. He threaded his fingers into her curly hair as he slid further into her mouth. She held him there for a moment before slowly sliding back up. She went down until his pubic hair tickled her nose. She started to stoke him with her mouth, tickling the head every time she came up. He was close; he could feel the orgasm rise. He groaned when she released him with a nip. His fingers tightened in her hair. “Guen.” She licked up his body, removing some of the drying blood. She plunged her tongue into his mouth. When he went to grab her, she spun away from him. She walked towards the bedroom, removing her clothes as she did. He stood there until she disappeared into the darken room. He found her on his bed in nothing but knee-high boots and a sultry smile. He slowly stripped, enjoying the way her eyes lit up. Her hands were on her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples. He crawled up the bed until he was kneeling between her thighs. He looked at the boots, then at her. “The boots have to go, luv.” Spike eased down the zipper of one boot. He tossed it over his shoulder before turning to the other one. His hands skated up her slim body until he was lying on top of her. He entered her gradually. When she closed her eyes, he stopped. “Open your eyes, Guen. Like the first time.” One leg rose up, driving him deeper. Her eyes drifted shut. She snapped them open to see his face had changed. He lowered his head, nuzzling her neck before sinking his teeth into it. She screamed as an orgasm washed over her. She clawed his back, drawing blood. He drew in a sharp breath. He put his hands on her hips, holding her close while he rolled over onto his back. She sat up, taking him in deeper. She began to roll her hips. His nails dug into her, marring her smooth skin. Blood ran down her torso, following her scar. He sat up, catching some of the blood on his tongue. He captured a nipple, swirling his tongue around it. His teeth pierced the soft flesh on the underside of her breast. She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. She threw her head back as another orgasm hit her. “William.” He glanced up into her face. He released her breast and moved back to her neck. Her teeth reopened the wound made in the graveyard. He rolled again, surged into her. He knelt above her with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her lips and nipples were stained crimson with blood. He heaved into her, pouring his seed in her womb, sending her into another orgasm. He collapsed on top of her. Guen closed her eyes. When he could move, Spike looked down into her face. He closed the marks on her neck. He wiped the trail of blood from her chest with his finger. He sucked his finger clean, savoring the taste of her. She pushed him off of her. She straddled his hips. Sealing her bite marks, she licked his chest, flicking at his nipples with her tongue. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She scrunched up her nose. “A little messy, aren’t we, luv?” She rose and walked toward the bathroom. He propped up on an elbow, watching her walk away. She stopped in the doorway. “Aren’t you going to join me?” He raised an eyebrow. “Again? Horny little girl tonight, aren’t we?” He followed her into the bathroom. At the door, he watched as she ran her hands over her breasts with the soap, washing away the traces of their blood. He licked his lips as her hands roamed lower to her pussy. Propping her leg up on the side of the tub, she slid two fingers around her clit. She shuddered as her eyes caught his. “Five years, Spike. Five years of nothing but memories of us. Please,” she moaned as two fingers slipped inside. He stepped into the shower. His hand followed hers. Two of his fingers joined hers. He pressed forward, pulling her towards him. She moaned at the pressure. “Please.” He turned her around to face the wall. He pulled her up against him. He plunged into her to the hilt. They stood there, letting water cascade over them. He nipped the sensitive part of her neck. She thrust her hips back into his. He thrust deeper, making her moan. She bent over, driving him deeper. He licked the water off of her back, drawing small patterns. He pulled her back up. She turned her head to the side, meeting his lips. One of his hands cupped a breast while the other stroked her clit. He was soon bringing her to another orgasm. He quickly followed. He shut off the water and carried her to bed. Guen stared down at Spike. She brushed her fingers down his cheek. The sun’s rays splashed pink and orange across the ceiling. She leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips. She stood and walked down the hall. Spike sat up and watched her walk away. The door closed soundly behind her. He massaged his chest where his heart used to beat. She leaned against the door and closed her eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She brushed them away as she quickly walked back to the cemetery and her car. She slipped inside, feeling the hot leather against her bare ass. As she started the car, she looked into the rearview mirror. He was standing on the corner, watching her leave. She opened the door and got out. They met half way. Their lips met; the kiss deepened. They slowly disengaged from each other. “I love you,” she whispered. She got back into the car and drove away. “I love you too, pet.” He turned and walked towards the Slayer’s house. Time to torment the Scoobies. Reunion Ch. 2 Carmen and her husband stood in the doorway naked, temporarily forgetting their condition. "Did you just fuck?" asked Carmen disbelievingly. "You fucked your sister?" bill said, a smirk on his face a growing hard on between his legs. It was difficult to answer them being in the position we were in and seeing them in the condition they were. Carmen stood their, her huge 36DD tits heaving, her erect nipples and silver dollar sized aureoles for us to stare at. The small strip of black pubic hair outlined her still wet pussy, cum dripping out of it from the good fucking I was sure bill had given her. "We were drunk and horny listening to you two, that we couldn't help it" said T from below me. I was still cock deep into T's pussy and hadn't tried to disengage or cover up our nakedness just as Carmen and bill had done nothing to hide their. I could feel my cock start to come alive inside of T as she lay there, all four of us staring at each other. The thought of being busted and naked in front of Carmen was beginning to arouse me. Theresa moved below me and I figured she was trying to get me off of her so I pulled out and allowed her to sit up. Carmen and Bill were still dumbfounded and by the looks of things actually starting to get a little excited by what they were hearing and seeing. Neither of them moved from their positions by the door and neither tried to hide their nakedness. "Well if anyone wants to know, Johnny fucked me good," said Theresa trying to lighten the moment, "he is an excellent lover, and I love him with all my heart, so if it's not alright with you, it is with us," she said smugly. "Carmen, Bill look we're all adults right." "We heard you two in your room, we got horny we did what we needed to take care of ourselves." "Yes T" Carmen said but that doesn't make it right screwing your brother." "Well neither does letting him get hard seeing you naked, but you haven't covered up yet, and look what your doing to him," she said as she grasped my now inflated cock in hand.. "Look" she said "you can let him fuck you like you've wanted to since we were kids, but never did, and say it was the alcohol in the morning, and that will be the end of it, you never have to do it again." Carmen looked shocked at what Teresa suggested whether real or feigned, she looked to bill. With a smile on his face he said "Go ahead honey you told me the same thing when we first met that you used to dream about fucking your brother but never did, well now's your chance, go ahead." "That would be ok with you bill" Carmen asked incredulously, "but that's perverted, it's incest." Bill said "it wouldn't be like you fucked a stranger, he's family I know you love him, so it's alright, it's actually kind of a turn on" he said looking down toward his now rapidly growing member. He grabbed her arm and nudged her in the direction of the bed. Teresa moved herself over on the mattress and extended a hand to Carmen. Carmen lowering her head undecidedly moved toward the bed taking a place at the foot of the be in front of me. I had remained silent during this whole exchange allowing my fully erect cock and members of my family to speak for me. Standing uncertain in front of me her creamy brown melons just arms distance away, Carmen asked looking down into me eyes, "do you even want to fuck me Johnny." Without saying a word I reached forward, grabbed her hands and pulled her down onto the bed, lowering my mouth to hers we gave each other a long slow kiss full on the mouth, our tongues finding each others. Instantly years of deeply suppressed desires erupted within both of us and we were kissing like two long lost lovers. Our hands exploring each others bodies, her hand went instantly to my long hard cock and mine to her delicious round tits. Her hand pumped up and down on my sex slick meat stick as mine squeezed and flicked at her tits & nipples. Lifting one huge breast and taking a long pointy nipple into my waiting mouth was sheer heaven. I was finally living out a fantasy I had waited all my life to enjoy and thought I never would. I sucked at her breasts for minutes as Bill and T watched on, the smiles on their faces and the placement of their hands told me they were also enjoying the show. Bill had his cock in hand and was stroking it back and forth and T had her hand between her legs and was working several fingers in and out of her hot cunt. Gently I lay Carmen where T had been only moments ago positioning her legs around each side of my hips. Looking down at her glistening pussy, I took hold of my rock solid prick and placed it at the entrance to her pussy, the heat of her lips as it touched my cockhead sent jolts of electricity throughout my body causing me to shiver. Rubbing my cockhead along the length of her slit, caused Carmen to let out a gentle moan, and with a gentle nudge I slipped into her well lubed cunny hole, sliding it in the full length. I watched in admiration as it disappeared inch by delicious inch into her womb. After sliding it all the way in I looked up at Carmen's face and saw small tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "You ok! I asked not wanting to do anything she would later regret. "Yes," she replied. "Do you want me to stop." "No, "Then why are you crying," "It's just that in all of my dreams I never imagined this would ever happen, and now it is." We kissed again and then I began to move my cock slowly in and out of her pussy. I looked up toward the door where bill was still standing looking on in delight as I fucked his wife, his thick prick in hand now at full staff. Looking towards Theresa fingering her pussy I said. "You going to leave him like that or are you going to help him out." "Ok with you Carmen, I am getting fucking horny just watching you guys." Carmen responded gruntingly as I pumped between her legs, "That would be unnggh!..selfish of me uunngh!.. to say... to say no...seeing as how someones ooohh!...already in my pussy," she answered. As I pistoned into her pussy her huge melons rippled from my thrusts. Taking as much of her tit and nipple in my mouth I sucked it like a lollipop. Theresa motioned bill over to the bed, bill didn't need to be asked twice. Pulling T's legs over the side of the bed, bill didn't hesitate to plunge his thick rod deep between her legs. "Not even a kiss bill, geez Carmen I didn't know your husband was so forceful" T said with a smile and moan as Bill penetrated her. Carmen didn't bother to respond, she was completely into the pounding my cock was giving her vagina. With inches separating us we fucked the woman to orgasm before turning them over on their stomachs and plowing into them doggy style. My cock nestled between Carmen's fleshy ass cheeks, ripples rolled over it as I thrust into her. Looking over at bill, I motioned to him that I wanted to cum on Carmen's tits. Nodding his approval and motioning to me that he would do the same to Theresa. Reaching around I played with Carmen tits as they swung back and forth below her. Pinching the nipples between my fingers as I thrust against her. Feeling the cum well up in my balls I knew that I would be cumming soon. Removing myself from Carmen I turned her over on her back again Thinking I was going to fuck her missionary style again, Carmen spread her waiting legs for me. Pushing them down I Straddled her chest. Carmen instantly knew what I wanted and grabbed her monstrous breasts in each hand and squeezed them together. Placing my cock between her cleavage I pushed my cock between them and began fucking her tits. "Fuck my big titties" she hissed as my cock slid back and forth between her mounds, "little brother likes sisters tits around his cock doesn't he?" she asked. "Oh yeah! baby I love these tits, always have always will." I answered Bill meanwhile had also straddled T's ample bosom and was attempting to push T's tits together to follow suit. T try as she may could not get the valley to form deep enough between her breasts to cover bill cock completely so bill was pretty much left to slide his cock up and down on her chest, while she flicked her tongue out at his cock as it came toward her mouth. As I pumped between her tits my balls started to release and I quickly pulled out and started to squirt a rather substantial amount of cum all over her face and breasts which she quickly massaged into her tits. Bill was releasing his load moments later on T's chest and face also, taking gobs of his cum with his fingers and inserting them into T's willing mouth. The girls were exhausted by this point and so were we. We all climbed into bed together me on one side bill on the other the girls in the middle. We woke up several times during the early a.m. to find our cocks hard & buried between the ass cheeks of my sisters. We continued the fuck fest well into the morning, alternating partners and positions. In the morning as we showered and got ready to leave the hotel we made a promise to each other that what we had done had been the result of too much alcohol and repressed sexual desires. We decided that in order to keep the family bond we had, that the nights activities would be limited to this one time only. We agreed that the night should be locked away in our memories and cherished as an unbelievable experience that would only happen this once. Of course we all agreed to this, but deep inside we knew that we were lying. To be continued... Reunion Ch. 2 Guen entered the old hotel. In a swirl, her cape was over a chair. She neared the fireplace. With a wave of her hand, a fire roared to life. She stared into the flames. "Did you have fun slumming, sweet?" She jumped and turned towards the voice. A shadow disconnected from the others. "You didn't even bother to wash his stench from you. I smelled you when you pulled up." "Where are the others?" Angel emerged from the darkness. "Asleep. Does my grandchild know that you came here?" She shrugged. "He might have figured it out. We really didn't talk." A small smile played across her lips. He snorted. "Has he fucked Buffy yet?" "As I said, we didn't talk much." She turned back to stare at the fire. "Did he like your new look and attitude?" He moved her hair aside to nuzzle her neck. He stopped when he saw the bite mark there. "You have been a naughty girl." He traced the mark with his finger. "I wonder what else he gave you." He inched up her skirt. She grabbed his wrist and turned to face him. "What has gotten into you tonight?" He backed her into a wall. "It's not what's gotten into me." He slid a finger deep inside her. "It's what's out of me." Her eyes widened. She caught traced of the accent. "Angelus!" "Missed me, sweet?" He removed his finger and brushed it over her lips. "Open," he ordered. She opened her mouth and his finger slipped in. The taste of her and Spike exploded on her tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned. He smirked. They stilled when a door slammed shut. Wesley passed through the lobby without noticing them. Angelus turned his attention back to the vampire in front of him. He removed his finger and caressed the mark again. "Impudent pup. He always wanted what was mine; Dru, Buffy, you." Guen laughed. She removed his hand from her throat. "You forget, Angelus. I am not one of your children. The Master made me, not you." She made to walk away, but his stopped her by placing a hand on her chest. He pushed her back into the wall. "You forget, Guenevere, who it was you followed. Not William the Bloody, me, Angelus. Who did you spend the past five years in Hell for?" He leaned in closer, his breath tickling her cheek. "Who was the first vampire did you come to when you got out? And who's soul did you just remove?" He massaged a breast, slowly squeezing. "Who, Guen?" "You." She gasped when he squeezed again. He released her to sit in a chair. "You really have changed, sweet. You're not the innocent little undead Slayer anymore." "I haven't been the Slayer in centuries. As for changing, I just lost a few inhibitions." She strolled over to stand between his knees. She straddled his hips. "What type of inhibitions?" he asked. He slid his hands under her skirt. She reached between them to unzip his pants and freed his dick. She stroked him slowly. He got harder. She positioned herself over him and slid down gradually. He pulled her down until he was buried deep. Her sweater slipped off of one shoulder, exposing her scar. Footsteps descended the stairs. They looked up to see Wesley heading for the kitchen, his nose buried in a book. Angelus smiled up at her. He raised her up until just the tip of his dick was inside her. He quickly brought her back down. She moaned, her head falling forward. "I don't think you've lost anything, pet. The Guen I first met wouldn't ride me with someone not far away." "Spike and Dru were in the next room," she reminded him. "You didn't ride me and they weren't going to walk in. Ride." He removed his hands from her hips. She raised her head enough to look into his eyes. He clearly didn't expect her to do it. A grin spread across her lips. She rocked her hips forward. The smile faded from his face. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "I told you that I wasn't the same good girl you knew before." She rocked back. "The one who gets branded. I'll do the branding now." She rose up on her knees till he was nearly all the way out then eased back down. She unbuttoned his shirt and lightly raked her nails down his chest, hitting his nipples. He hissed out a breath. When he put his hands on her hips again, she seized them and placed them behind his head. His eyes widened in shock when he couldn't get free from grasp. She smiled. "You forget who's older, Angelus." She tightened her pussy muscles when he shifted. His moan alerted Wesley to their presence. "There you are. Guen." The Watcher nodded to her. Angelus muttered a curse under his breath. Guen smiled, rocking her hips leisurely so Wesley wouldn't notice. The vampire shot her a look of retribution. "I was researching why there hasn't been any demonic activity lately." "It's a holiday." "Pardon?" Wesley looked up from his book. "It's a holiday. All the demons gather for a family reunion, of sorts." "Really?" He sat on the arm of a nearby chair. "Sounds interesting." "I can tell you more about it tomorrow." "Of course." He noticed the position they were in. He looked at them over his glasses. "Am I interrupting anything?" Angelus opened his mouth to retort, but Guen beat him to it. "We're just reliving the past." "Oh. All right. I will see the two of you in the morning. Night." They watched as he headed back up the stairs. They turned to look at each other. Guen's movements increased. Angelus let his head fall back and closed his eyes. She stopped. An eye cracked open. She smiled innocently then started to roll her hips, as if dancing on top of him. He groaned, trying to free his hands. She applied pressure to his wrists, digging her nails into the soft flesh. He surged upwards in response. She threw her head back, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming. He pulled her forward and captured her mouth. He moaned, shoving into her before cumming. Lightning flashes across the sky as thunder rolled. Angelus lowered his arms and wrapped them around her waist. Guen stirred, nestling her head in his neck. He caressed her ass and nibbled on her bare shoulder, tracing the scar with his tongue. It was for him that she had entered the gates of Hell, his place she had taken. Granted, he did like the streak of wildness she now had, but her body should be his to mar. He stroked a bit of raised skin on her hip. He had branded her with the letter A not long after they had split from Spike and Dru. He wanted her to remember whom she belonged to. "Have I worn you out, sweet?" She smiled against his neck. "Not even close. I'm just basking." With a sigh, she removed herself from his lap. She giggled. "Still at attention, I see." "Always around you, sweet." He stood and zipped up his pants. Guen turned and walked towards the stairs. Angelus caught up with her and swung her around. The slap resounded through the hotel. Her eyes widened. "Angelus, I'm sorry. It was a reaction to being grabbed." He looked up. His face had changed. She took a step back. "Run." She spun about and took off up the stairs. She soon heard his footfalls behind her. She may have been older, but he was still faster. She headed in the direction of his room. He caught up with her on the sixth floor. He tackled her to the floor. He sat up on his knees, straddling her hips. He rolled her over and pinned her hands above her head. "That was a mistake, sweet." He stood and jerked her up. She was shoved into the wall, his body pressing on hers. He inhaled deeply. "I really miss the chase; the smell of fear mixed with excitement, the blood pounding through the veins. It makes everything taste so much sweeter." He ravished her mouth. He hurriedly unzipped his pants. Raising her up, he impaled her onto his dick, her legs wrapping around his waist. His mouth muffled her cry. He thrust into repeatedly. She tore her mouth from his. "Cadal far sibh lauigh abair seo oran talaidh dhe meinne sibh toil cadal gus madainn delt cruinnich agus grain las bhur suil," she whispered, the sleep spell weaving its way to the others. He drove deeper. She cried out. His teeth sank into her shoulder. She bit her lip, whimpering. She ripped his shirt off. Her nails dug into his shoulders, breaking the skin. She screamed when she came. His nails punctured the soft tissue of her ass, holding her closer to him. She moaned, another orgasm following the first. He growled as he exploded in her. "That's how a hunt should end, with mind-numbing fuck." He looked down into her face. He stroked her cheek. "I really liked that shirt, sweet. Now it's nothing but rags." He ripped her skirt off her then her sweater. He carried her to his room. They were wearing nothing but a pair of leather pants and leather knee-high boots. He slammed the door behind them. He threw her onto the bed where she fell like a rag doll. Angelus watched her as he stripped from his pants, her half-lidded eyes watching him. He ran his hands up her leather-clad calves to her thighs. He leaned down and traced his brand with his tongue. He turned her over and licked the scar up her back, pulling her up onto her knees. He scrapped his teeth across the sensitive spot on her neck as he slid into her. She moaned as he reached around and grabbed her breasts. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, tugging slightly. She trembled as she climaxed again and again, whimpering against the satin sheets. She arched her back as he raked his nails down it, leaving welts in his wake. He shuddered, spilling inside her. Guen snuck out of bed and head to the shower. She let the steaming water pound at her battered body. She closed her eyes, enjoying the scalding sensations. The curtain was torn back. Angelus stood there in all of his naked glory. He grinned wolfishly at her. "Tired, sweet?" He entered the stall, blocking the water. "Just sticky. Move." She halfheartedly pushed him. "Make me." He crossed his arms over his chest. She lifted an eyebrow up and fell to her knees. She skimmed her hands up his legs, bypassing his groin and cupping his ass. "If all you're going to do is tease, forget it." She flicked her tongue on the underside of the head before tugging him forward until she buried her nose in his pubic hair. She scrapped her teeth along his length as he pulled out. She wrapped her tongue around him and sucked. She began to move back and forth, sucking on the way out. A fist tangled through her hair. One of her hands gently massaged his balls as the other tightened at the base of his cock. He groaned and put his free hand on the wall to support himself. She tilted her head, changing the angle of her mouth and teeth. A breath hissed in sharply. He pulled her hair until he popped out of her mouth. With his hand still woven in her hair, Angelus tugged until she was stand up. He extricated his hand and grabbed the soap. He ran the bar over her shoulders, down her chest and across her stomach. He combed through her curls, lightly brushing her clit. He sunk two fingers into her. She moaned, opening her legs wider. He slid in and out, his palm rubbing across her clit. She grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling. Her breaths came out in gasps. She moved her hips in sync with his hand. She cried out when he remove it. Guen felt herself being picked up and thrown over a shoulder. She pushed her hair out of her face to see the shower curtain hanging wide, letting water out all over the floor. She was set on her feet. Sitting on the bed, she scooted back until she was lying down. Angelus crawled after her. He settled his weight on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He slowly pushed into her. He rocked his hips. She lifted one leg higher, sending him deeper. She caught his lips for a kiss, her tongue mimicking his movements. She trembled as a climax washed over her. He drove forward faster and harder. She moaned against his mouth. He hooked his arms under her knees, opening her wider. He buried his head in her shoulder and inhaled the scent of jasmine and cloves. She cried out when he plunged himself deep inside her as he came. Angel sat up in bed, holding onto his pounding head. Feeling a presence next to him, he glanced down to see Guen roll over onto her back. The sheet had fallen to reveal her breasts. He slid over beside her. He was careful to touch nothing but her arm. He shook her gently. "Guen, wake up." She stretched, raising her arms over her head. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. She reached up and caressed one side of his face. "Morning." She glanced at the windows. Seeing no sunlight streaming through, she chuckled. "Or should I say evening." He touched the marks marring her skin. "What happened last night?" "What didn't happen is the appropriate question. A little of this and a whole lot of that." She stood, revealing more bite marks on various parts of her body. The letter A on her hip looked red and angry. "Oh God," he said as he buried his head in the pillow. Events from the previous night flashed through his mind. The bed dipped under her weight. "God had nothing to do with it. You know, Angel," she started as she shrugged into one of his shirts. He looked up at her. "You really need to get laid more often." She strolled over to the door and opened it. "If you're worried about the whole no soul thing, turning back into Angelus permanently, I have ways around it." He stared at the closed door. As he rolled over, a pain shot through his hip. He threw back the covers. On his hip was the letter G burnt in to his skin. He smiled. He couldn't wait for the next time.