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saraslash has the list up so I'm going for it.
Written for:thete1
Pairing: Willow/Drusilla
Rating: NC-17
Author’s Note: HUGE thank you tokimberlyfdr and xander03 for beta-ing.
Also? A Warning: she asked for it dark, so dark is what I wrote.
She’d come back for him. Come to pet and stroke and fuck him into submission. Coo and whisper and coax him to string his pretty words on a chain for her again. But there was something...something else. Something overpowering.
"Such pretty pains flowing through the air." Dru writhed and sniffed like a cobra sensing its prey. "It screams in my head, it does. Like monkeys at play in a strawberry patch." She smiled and went in search of the power that called to her.
***************
She felt it. Another presence here with her in the forest. Her energy had been largely expended on flaying Warren and she could only travel so far. She found herself amongst a brace of trees, on the edge of the cemetery.
"Drusilla," Willow said tonelessly. She turned to face yet another on the list of today's irritations.
"Oh, such pretty songs. They groan of death and destruction." Dru had closed her eyes and was weaving her arms and swaying. "Such tunes to make the devil weep."
"I don't have time for your insanity, Dru. I'm dealing with a bit of my own." Willow gazed levelly at the thin form that rocked in front of her.
"Mummy knows my darling girl. Mummy knows." Drusilla suddenly surged forward, pressed her velvet-clad body into Willow's taut leather, and stroked the side of Willow's face.
"All those nasty, dark thoughts. All those hard, brutal words. You're radiant." Dru leaned close and gently bit Willow's ear.
Willow pushed the vampire back until her spine hit the tree behind her, focused on Drusilla’s dilated eyes with her own black pools. Willow cocked her head in thought and then brushed her lips softly over Dru’s. Dru responded with fervor, opening her mouth, licking Willow’s lower lip, drawing it in and sucking gently. Willow mimiced the vamp’s actions, only with her top lip. And then she bit down...harshly. “Is this what you want?” The witch spoke through blood.
Willow held her against the trunk of the tree and forced her hand under Drusilla's skirts. "Is this what you want?" She thrust the heel of her hand against Dru's tepid clit.
Dru only moaned and turned her head into the bark, grinding her pelvis into Willow's palm.
Willow abruptly dropped her hand. Dru’s head rolled back to face her, eyes unfixed.
Willow punched her and smiled when she felt the crunch of bone under her knuckles.
Drusilla screeched and clutched a hand to her shattered cheek, eyes wide now with fear and clarity.
“He would never have come back if it hadn’t been for you,” Willow murmured in her ear.
Willow raised a finger and drew it through the air like a knife. Drusilla’s black velvet dress fell to the ground, leaving her pale form exposed to the night air. She was naked beneath the shift and her nipples had peaked in response to the slight breeze. Willow wondered at the response even dead skin had to the elements—ah, the magic of nature.
She placed a gentle hand on one of Drusilla’s apple breasts, caressing it, savoring the feel of the silken, cool flesh. When Drusilla moaned, it was a broken, hitching sound.
“Such pain,” softly whispered from behind broken teeth. “Such beauty.” The vampire gazed at Willow with desire.
Willow’s fingers found Dru’s raised, taut nipple and twisted it.
Dru shrieked in pleasure.
Running a lazy hand down the space between Dru’s breasts, Willow left a swath of broken skin weeping blood in slow streams down to Drusilla’s raised and pulsating pelvis.
Short sobs intermixed with moans and fevered ranting as Willow let her hand trail into Dru’s lukewarm cleft; simultaneously, she raised her other hand and slapped Drusilla’s broken face.
“Almost destroyed herself for him,” Willow spoke calmly, contemplatively, “although, she seems to bend over for almost any male if you consider her history.”
Willow had found Drusilla’s clit and was rubbing it feverishly. Her index finger was the only part of her body that moved.
“She let him fuck her. She let him suck on those pretty titties, he got to feel those tight Slayer muscles wrap around him.” Dru brought her hands up to her breasts, pinching swollen nipples, and was frantically thrusting herself into Willow’s finger while thrashing her head from side to side.
“I can’t wait to tell him what happened to you.” Willow leaned in close to Drusilla, her nose lightly tracing the curve of Dru’s ear. “His ‘Black Goddess’.”
Drusilla screamed her release just as Willow withdrew her hand from the vampire’s cunt and gave a release of her own.
Willow lips turned up in a small smile as she watched Drusilla’s head cleanly lift from her shoulders. Drusilla’s body shuddered into dust as a tear rolled down the disconnected head. Within seconds the battered porcelain face also disintegrated.
Humming, Willow stepped onto the cemetery grounds and headed for the police station.
saraslash has the list up so I'm going for it.Written for:
thete1Pairing: Willow/Drusilla
Rating: NC-17
Author’s Note: HUGE thank you to
kimberlyfdr and xander03 for beta-ing. Also? A Warning: she asked for it dark, so dark is what I wrote.
She’d come back for him. Come to pet and stroke and fuck him into submission. Coo and whisper and coax him to string his pretty words on a chain for her again. But there was something...something else. Something overpowering.
"Such pretty pains flowing through the air." Dru writhed and sniffed like a cobra sensing its prey. "It screams in my head, it does. Like monkeys at play in a strawberry patch." She smiled and went in search of the power that called to her.
***************
She felt it. Another presence here with her in the forest. Her energy had been largely expended on flaying Warren and she could only travel so far. She found herself amongst a brace of trees, on the edge of the cemetery.
"Drusilla," Willow said tonelessly. She turned to face yet another on the list of today's irritations.
"Oh, such pretty songs. They groan of death and destruction." Dru had closed her eyes and was weaving her arms and swaying. "Such tunes to make the devil weep."
"I don't have time for your insanity, Dru. I'm dealing with a bit of my own." Willow gazed levelly at the thin form that rocked in front of her.
"Mummy knows my darling girl. Mummy knows." Drusilla suddenly surged forward, pressed her velvet-clad body into Willow's taut leather, and stroked the side of Willow's face.
"All those nasty, dark thoughts. All those hard, brutal words. You're radiant." Dru leaned close and gently bit Willow's ear.
Willow pushed the vampire back until her spine hit the tree behind her, focused on Drusilla’s dilated eyes with her own black pools. Willow cocked her head in thought and then brushed her lips softly over Dru’s. Dru responded with fervor, opening her mouth, licking Willow’s lower lip, drawing it in and sucking gently. Willow mimiced the vamp’s actions, only with her top lip. And then she bit down...harshly. “Is this what you want?” The witch spoke through blood.
Willow held her against the trunk of the tree and forced her hand under Drusilla's skirts. "Is this what you want?" She thrust the heel of her hand against Dru's tepid clit.
Dru only moaned and turned her head into the bark, grinding her pelvis into Willow's palm.
Willow abruptly dropped her hand. Dru’s head rolled back to face her, eyes unfixed.
Willow punched her and smiled when she felt the crunch of bone under her knuckles.
Drusilla screeched and clutched a hand to her shattered cheek, eyes wide now with fear and clarity.
“He would never have come back if it hadn’t been for you,” Willow murmured in her ear.
Willow raised a finger and drew it through the air like a knife. Drusilla’s black velvet dress fell to the ground, leaving her pale form exposed to the night air. She was naked beneath the shift and her nipples had peaked in response to the slight breeze. Willow wondered at the response even dead skin had to the elements—ah, the magic of nature.
She placed a gentle hand on one of Drusilla’s apple breasts, caressing it, savoring the feel of the silken, cool flesh. When Drusilla moaned, it was a broken, hitching sound.
“Such pain,” softly whispered from behind broken teeth. “Such beauty.” The vampire gazed at Willow with desire.
Willow’s fingers found Dru’s raised, taut nipple and twisted it.
Dru shrieked in pleasure.
Running a lazy hand down the space between Dru’s breasts, Willow left a swath of broken skin weeping blood in slow streams down to Drusilla’s raised and pulsating pelvis.
Short sobs intermixed with moans and fevered ranting as Willow let her hand trail into Dru’s lukewarm cleft; simultaneously, she raised her other hand and slapped Drusilla’s broken face.
“Almost destroyed herself for him,” Willow spoke calmly, contemplatively, “although, she seems to bend over for almost any male if you consider her history.”
Willow had found Drusilla’s clit and was rubbing it feverishly. Her index finger was the only part of her body that moved.
“She let him fuck her. She let him suck on those pretty titties, he got to feel those tight Slayer muscles wrap around him.” Dru brought her hands up to her breasts, pinching swollen nipples, and was frantically thrusting herself into Willow’s finger while thrashing her head from side to side.
“I can’t wait to tell him what happened to you.” Willow leaned in close to Drusilla, her nose lightly tracing the curve of Dru’s ear. “His ‘Black Goddess’.”
Drusilla screamed her release just as Willow withdrew her hand from the vampire’s cunt and gave a release of her own.
Willow lips turned up in a small smile as she watched Drusilla’s head cleanly lift from her shoulders. Drusilla’s body shuddered into dust as a tear rolled down the disconnected head. Within seconds the battered porcelain face also disintegrated.
Humming, Willow stepped onto the cemetery grounds and headed for the police station.
