REPOST: Stormchaser (6-11a/?)

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

STORMCHASER (6-11/?)

Then something occurred to her, "What do you mean, I smell funny?" she
asked just as Giles and Xander stepped into speaking distance.

Willow looked startled for a moment before replying. "Well you smell
like a human, but not. Almost like you're apart Brijas, with a touch of
Soljinn thrown in for effect." She paused before continuing, gathering
her thoughts. " It's a rather nice scent actually, just a bit
intoxicating at first.........kind of jumps right out and says 'here I
am', if you're not expecting it. Which I wasn't. Back at the library I
mean. You throw me when you came in, just overwhelmed me with your
scent - which I liked, a lot............I'll be quiet now." She
finished noting the strange looks she was getting from the two males.

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Buffy Summers went over the conversation she had earlier with Willow in
her mind as she made ready of bed. 'Willow Garibaldi,' she knew her
name now, it was a pretty name, although the last name didn't seem to
fit her new friend somehow. 'New friend?' Buffy still wasn't sure what
to make of Willow, half of what she said had gone over the Slayer's
head. Of course, she also got the impression that her Watcher had been
just as confused by the redhead, so she wasn't feeling too bad. Than
there was Xander, the two had pretty much grown up together, and shared
just about everything with one another. Yet for the first time in her
life, Buffy found herself resenting Xander's presence. It was almost
like he was an intruder between her and Willow. She couldn't explain
why she felt threatened by Xander earlier, all he had done was sit back
and make his usual off the wall comments, and yet a part of Buffy wanted
nothing more then to throw him out of the room. Who was she kidding,
she knew exactly why she was angry with Xander. She didn't like the way
he had been staring at Willow's leather clad chest, when he thought no
one was looking.

Shaking her head to clear it, Buffy settled in for a good night sleep.
She could figure out everything tomorrow, Wills was coming by the
library after school, hopefully by then Giles would have some useful
information of them. 'I wonder what she looks like without all that
leather?' Was Buffy's last thought as sleep overtook her and she
drifted off.

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"You're purring." The Mistress said with mild accusation, as she
watched her mate approach the large bed, the purring intensifying as
the object of her affection got closer. "Did you enjoy yourself
tonight?" She questioned with a wicked grin, as her mate slowly climbed
into the foot of the bed and crawled her way up the mattress, to her
goal, the lounging Mistress at the head of the bed. "Of course, you
did." She answered her own question as she took her mate's face between
her hands and drew her close for a kiss. The Mistress didn't get an
answer, nor was she really expecting one. She knew from past experience
that her mate would not speak for, at least, several more hours, the
effects of her bloodlust still firmly in control. As a result her mate
could only express herself in purrs and growls. No matter, the Mistress
really wasn't interested in anything her mate had to say at this moment.
She had several more enjoyable things on her mind to do to her mate then
just 'talk'.

Feral green eyes stared into the face of her life mate, the call of the
hunt still firming holding her mind in its iron grip, pounded in her
veins. The night's kill had been beyond belief, as she and her life
mate hunted together. Their prey stood little chance as they swiftly
and silently descended upon their unsuspecting query with deadly
precision. The thrill of the kill was only surpassed by another hunger,
as the need to mate overtook the bloodlust surrounding her. Calling her
to become one with her life mate, to answer the ancient ritual older
than even man. But she hesitated, waiting for her life mate to make the
first move.

The Mistress smiled as she calmly studied her mate. Her beautiful
hunter had made her so proud tonight, taking down her prey with a savage
grace that only she had. She could tell that the bloodlust that had
driven her mate during the hunt, still called to her, singing of past
pleasures that only her life mate could provide. But still her mate
waited, even as age-old urges tried to override reason, her mate waited.
She knew who was in charge, who was the alpha of their union. The
Mistress was pleased at her mate's obedience, it had taken long months
to tame her champion, and to tie her will to that of the Mistress's.
"Undress." The Mistress said, her eyes never leaving those of her
mate's.

Without breaking eye contact, the command was obeyed as the figure
leaning over the Mistress slowly pulled off her leathers before
returning to her original position. "Very nice." The Mistress
complimented running one hand through her mate's dark red hair before
grabbing a handful and pulling her down for another heated kiss, before
rolling to get her mate under her.

> > From her new position straddling her mate, the Mistress looked over her
find, rather pleased with what she saw. Her mate's purring had gotten
louder, nearly vibrating the huge bed with its intensity. The Mistress
chuckled as she leaned down to take one breast in her mouth, her mate
arching into the contact of lips against flesh. She chuckled again as
one hand captured the other breast and started to pull and play with the
nipple found there. She contented herself with teasing her mate's
breast for a while, enjoying the increased purring and low growls coming
from her mate.

Growing a bit bored, the Mistress raised up to take her mates lips in
another kiss, tongues dueling with one another as she slipped a hand
further down her mate's body. Pausing only briefly to stretch taunt
stomach muscles, enjoying the long purr and soft whistle emitted by her
mate, before continuing on to slip two of figures into her mate's wet
folds. "Excited aren't you?' The Mistress commented pulling away to
give her mate a knowing smirk as she moved her two figures in and out of
wet folds with smooth even strokes.

Her mate only growled, emerald eyes fleshing in warning, now was not the
time to be playful and the Mistress knew it. Of course, that didn't
stop her from teasing her mate with playful nips and bites along her
throat and shoulders all the while keeping a steady rhythm with her
hand. She could feel her mate responding to her touch, her hips meeting
her forceful strokes as hands pulled at the Mistress's silk robe
looking for the flesh carefully hidden within. She only chuckled at her
mate's impatientness, knowing that once the hunger within her precious
one was sated it would be her turn. She knew it was only her mate's
bloodlust driving her actions, firing her need for a quick hard union
between them. But the Mistress was the one in control and it would be
her who decided how their union would be, not the bloodlust that raged
within her beloved. That was why the Mistress always took her first,
sating the untamed fires within her mate, before allowing her mate to
pleasure her.

"Steady." She gave the low command at another of her mate's impatient
growls, lowering her head to capture a breast once more, to nip and bite
at its peak. Rising her head suddenly, her eyes narrow, "Don't bite
me." She ordered sensing the bloodlust trying to override her mate's
limited control. Biting the Mistress without permission would not go
unpunished, as she gave her mate a firm reminder of just who was in
charge with a quick twist of one nipple. The action got an immediate
result as emerald eyes fleshed with feral intensity, her mate struggling
to regain some control of herself.

The Mistress only watched as her mate struggle to keep her bloodlust
under control, her hand stopping within her precious one. Satisfied
that her mate had indeed regain a bit of control over herself she leaned
down to give her a kiss as a reward, continuing her forceful strokes
once more. Trailing kisses along her mate's jaw line and moving down to
her throat, the Mistress picks up the pace, a third figure joining in.

For her part, her mate could only whimper and clutch at the silk robe
adorning her life mate as she neared orgasm , overwhelming all thought
even the bloodlust that had been consuming her moments earlier. All
that mattered was her life mate and those talented hands of hers,
touching, and stroking.

The Mistress smiled against the side of her mate's neck, feeling the
walls around her figures beginning to contract as she continued to pound
with in her. Right before her mate orgasmed, she gave a low growl of
her own and went to "game face", sinking her fangs deep into her mate's
neck, sending her over the edge.

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Shadow -
Dir. of Pub. Safety of the SECLGA and Chief Dungeon Keeper.
Vampire Teddy Bear and Flying Fox {Fruit Bat} of the Woods Outback.
The Big Bad and Little Comma.