Re: A Challenge

["sochankitsune" <annelise@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

> oooo, ok, now u asked 4 it!
> go on, u know u wanna
> P.S. pleeeeeeease??

I'll have a go too. Give me a few days :>

Anne-Lise.

--
To 
I stripped off my clothes, slowly. Buffy watched me do this, 
leaning back on her arms. The pert thrust of her breasts, the long, 
delicate curve of her flat belly, the enticing secret mound of downy 
hair; it was all so very gorgeous.
The flush in her cheeks added to her appeal.
"Willow, what are you going to do?" she asked, her eyes so wide and 
delectably innocent.
Should I tell her of all the fun times I'd had in that other 
dimension? Sure, I'd been a soulless demon with a fetish for torture. 
But now I'd gotten my soul back, I'd found that a lot of what I'd 
engorged in was actually the real me; Willow, mistress of pain.
No way was I gonna stop now! What did she expect? Go all broody and 
spend my time all alone, in the dark?
I'm no loser. Not like poor Puppy'd been.
"Something I've always wanted to do," I whispered, lying down beside 
her. I stretched her out, cradled her head, kissed her. She was so 
very willing. I ran my fingers, stark white against her lightly 
Californian-tanned cheeks, down to her breasts, smoothing over the 
pink nipples, teasing and stretching them softly. She was breathing 
so very deeply, the heat rising from her like a deep perfume; her 
musk. An affectation of the living, so humanly sublime.
I started to suckle at her breasts, licking them.
I could feel her tense under me, her sex incredibly warm as she 
moaned. She was so wildly excited, yet somehow still resisting me; 
frightened perhaps, her Slayer's senses warning her of my nature: Be 
wary.
"Its all too much," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, the 
need adding a slight crack to the tone. "Too much!"
She took a long, languorous, deep breath. Her mouth untensed. She 
was pouting, only a little, her lips soft and luscious. I felt her 
whole body begin to relax, growing warmer still, opening to me.
She tried to say something more, but the murmur was lost as I 
closed my mouth once more upon her breast, and as I sucked I let my 
vampire teeth draw blood from the nipple. She moaned again, and 
pressed herself against me.
She was mine now, this Slayer; her will was mine to control, to 
dominate.
Her soul was mine for the keeping, to have, and to hold.

*

"Well, my pretty, it was lucky you dropped to your knees and 
screamed as you did. Or maybe this poor 'white hat' would have killed 
you..." The Master stared down at Oz's glazed expression, the 
expression of shock etched into his features. Of the rest of his 
body, however, there was no sign. "And I wouldn't have wanted that, 
now would I?" An evil grin flitted momentarily upon the Master's 
ghoulish features. "That perogative is mine, and mine alone."
Willow didn't reply. But then, she couldn't. Not with the gag in 
her mouth. Nor could she run away, not with the pesky chains and 
bastinados and all.
She was still feverishly searching around for a pencil to levitate 
when she died.