Soul Light Borrowing part 3

["Clarke, Carol (MHMR/Hazelwood)" <carol.clarke@xxxxxx>]

Title: Soul Light Borrowing
Chapter Three: Fragmented Soul Pieces.
Disclaimer: Buffy is the property of Joss Weldon and Mutant Enemy. I am
just borrowing some of its characters because I have sick twisted mind.
Summary:  Elizabeth, once known as Buffy, has become a pet.
Pairing: B/W
Rating: NC-17
Thanks: Cheryl Hill who I miss desperately. 
Warning: I have no beta reader so there are lots of mistakes.  In
general smut, strangeness & lesbians all in a story. 
Wanted: Beta reader!

Chapter Three: Fragmented Soul Pieces.

Elizabeth had been meditating. She could fell them in the distance,
maybe two miles but still near by. A nest. Her need to hunt, to slayer
was growing since they had come to LA. At the castle they were miles
from other people, isolated and alone. But in LA she could feel them,
the people, the demons, the slayers; she could feel them all moving in
the large city.

She smiled to herself. Her mistress had made several mistakes today.
Leaving her alone was the first. The second was using a chain Angel had
left in the apartment and not one of her own. The last was leaving her
in cloths in case Angel or Spike came to check on her. All of these
things made it easy for her to go hunting. Her back was healing so
quickly it hardly bothered her, the worse Willow would give her was
another beating, if Willow found out. She could sense Willow working,
doing magic. Willow would be distracted for many hours. Next she had to
get the long chain off her ankle. She could fell the magic on the chain
and understood how it worked. It held the wearer until another touched
the release button on the side. Wearing the chain normally would have
held her but the chain was not designed for a person with soul silvers,
a fragmented soul. Her soul was no longer inside her body but clung to
her in her aura and connected her to Willow who was the source of the
soul silvers. She concentrated on the soul fragments separating the
silvers of the fragmented soul,  pushing the part that once belonged to
her, no to Buffy, and the parts that once belonged to Willow, pushing
the part belonging to Buffy around her body and away from her left hand,
she moved the silvers belonging to Willow to her left hand. Once the
slivers were in the correct position she simply used her left hand to
push the release button on her ankle and the chain snapped open.

Her mistress had no idea she could control the soul silvers so well,
much less at all. She didn't think Willow realized both souls had
fragmented and intermixed. But as mistress's pet she was not to speech
without permission so she had no reason to tell her mistress. Now that
she was free she began to run. Instead of the elevator she used the
stairs and ran all the way to the bottom of the building slipping out a
back door. Once outside she began to run as fast as she could. It felt
so good to run, to be free, and to hunt. As she past a wooden pallet by
a loading dock she stopped and broke off a piece of wood using her bare
hands to shape a crewed stake. With the stake in hand she was running
again heading for the nest she had felt while meditating in the
apartment. Even running she counted the number of vampires, the strength
and their state of being. Most were sleeping, a few having sex.
Fourteen in all. Not an extremely large nest but not a small nest. She
had missed this, the feel of the hunt, the power of the slayer.

She hit the cemetery running close to 50 miles an hour. A speed she had
gained in her immortality. Her body was so very strong, so very fast, so
much slayer magic, so much dark magic connected to her soul silvers. But
still slayer magic, not Willow's magic but her own magic. Magic that was
much older than Willow, tracing it's roots all the way back to her the
first slayer, the primitive with no name, no family, the girl the elders
had infused with dark magic making her into the first slayer. She lived
inside of Elizabeth, was part of Elizabeth, but not all of Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was so much more than the primitive mind that sometimes tried
to control her mind. Elizabeth was so much stronger than the primitive
first slayer, then all the other slayers that lived before her.
Still running at full speed she headed to the crypt that housed the nest
of vampires. Even running at full speed she ran silently, deadly. She
didn't even break her stride when she kicked the crypt door open and ran
into the middle of the nest of demon vampires. She could have toyed with
them, drawn out the kill but it had been so long since she had been
allowed to kill, to hunt. She loved the efficiency of her body, it speed
and strength, it's training and easy of movement. She killed them with
such easy, such inner peace. Breaking bones, snapping necks, and
plugging in the stake. She was beautiful, the angel of death, she was
Shiva, she was death itself. In under five minutes the dust of fourteen
vampires spiraled at her feet before vanishing from the earth. Closing
her eyes she let her mind feel around seeking other demons to kill.
Opening her eyes she began to move again, running full out toward her
next target.

She was miles from the apartment she must return to soon so Willow would
not know of her hunting trip. She had destroyed three nests of vampires
and seven assorted demons in the sewers of LA. She looked over her
cloths, cloths that felt strange to wear. Not a mark showed on her
cloths, only the sweet on her body and the endless wetness of her sex
revived anything of her actions. Nothing to give away her secret to her
mistress except for him. He was a problem. 

She had felt him follow her after the second nest. Knew her speed had
made it difficult to follow her, she had also used daylight to cover her
trail. He could not come out into the day light. Still she was more
interested in killing then worrying about him trailing her.

"Spike I will kill you if you tell her." Elizabeth whispered but she
knew he would hear her, even outside in the sewer. She was in a room off
a main sewer line in what had been a nest of seven vampires.

"Why would I tell her anything Love?" Spike said stepping carefully into
the room.

"Because you always return me to her. You and Angel take me away but
always give me back to her." Elizabeth said still in a whisper but
turning and looking him in the eyes.

"You never wanted to stay with us, you asked to be returned. Do you want
to leave her now pet?" Spike, said. He had called her pet on purpose. He
needed to see her reaction to the word. Needed to gage her mental state.


"I belong to her. I am her pet. Not your pet, not Angel's pet. Her pet."
Elizabeth stated. 

"Yes I know, but you have been a very bad pet today. Your mistress does
not like you to hunt. And you have been on quiet a hunting spare today
Elizabeth. Your mistress would beat you senseless if she found out."
Spike said lighting a cigarette and taking a puff.

"But you are not going to tell her are you." Elizabeth said the treat
still in her voice.

"Depends on who I am taking to doesn't it. Are you Elizabeth, the good
little pet fuck toy of Willows or are you the slayer?" Spike said before
taking another puff.

"You mean am I Buffy." Elizabeth said with a little laugh walking toward
him.

"Buffy died a long time ago Love, so who are you, who is looking out of
those hazel eyes." Spike said still calmly puffing his cigarette.

She walked calmly over to him, reached down and grabbed his dick through
is jeans and held it, stroking it through his cloths. "You want me to be
Buffy, to fuck you like Buffy once fucked you. You dead for her, for
Buffy. Got a soul for her. Even without a soul you loved her." Elizabeth
said before unzipping his fly and taking out his now hardening dick and
stroking it carefully. 

"I am being too gentle, you and Buffy were never gentle, no you both
liked it rough, raw. Hard sex, normally after a fight. I remember a time
we half tore down a house fighting and fucking each other. Buffy let you
fuck her ass for the first time that night. She screamed so hard as she
came, you both screamed and fucked all night while piece of the house,
ceiling and walls fell around you." Elizabeth stoked him until he was
fully erect then she let go of him and smiled.

She turned away from him and walked out of the room into the sewer
hallway that led out back to the streets of LA. As she was leaving she
whispered so he could hear her, "I am Elizabeth, Mistress Willows fuck
toy. Her pet. No one gets to fuck me but my mistress. Tell her if you
want, tell her everything I did, I love her whip, the way she beats me
when I am bad, the way she fucks me hard after she beats me. I belong to
Willow. Buffy is long dead Spike."

Spike tossed his cigarette down and stepped on it. He looked down at his
erection sticking out of his pants and laughed. "You may be Elizabeth
but you still have Buffy's personality, at least the bitch part."

Willow was happy. She had spent most of the day with Henry working on
protection spells. Fire spells, sunlight spells, demon skin eating acid
spells and other general magic spells used fighting demons. It felt good
to do simple magic with another human. To talk to another human. To not
be mistress, just Willow. She had be so very lonely with just her and
Elizabeth and there never ending role playing game of servant and
master. It had been two decades since she had been around a human,
spoken with someone besides Elizabeth. Even the shopping trip with
Harmony had been a joy to her. The simple things like shopping, speaking
simple sentences around humans was a wonderful feeling she missed in her
isolation.

 Henry seemed to except her for who she was, he had even fixed her
blood, heating the clone blood up for her so she could feed. Normally
she did not drink blood in front of humans but Henry had been so nice
about seeing to her needs it would have been rude to ask him to leave so
she could drink her food. And he wasn't bothered by her drinking diner.
He had been telling her how he came to work for Angel. It was an
interesting story and Willow enjoyed her time with him.

They were just about to start a badge of fire ball spells that burned a
demon once the glass ball the spell was housed in broke on the demons
skin. It normally burnt the demon alive. Henry was getting the glass
balls ready and telling her about his PHD thesis at Caltech while Willow
pulled ingredients off the shelves of supplies when Angel walked in the
lab.

"Henry taking care of your needs Willow?" Angel asked.

"Yes, Henry has been great. Actually I have been having a good time
Angel." Willow said smiling the smile she had as a teenage girl.

"Good, I see you are wearing sunglasses." Angel said. She knew what he
really wanted to know, what color were her eyes. She took off the
sunglasses and put them on the counter walking over to him.

"They flash black a little when ever I cast, sometimes bright white but
for the most part they are green today. Happy." Willow said not wanting
Angel to take her good mood away.

"Nice and green. What I like to see." Angel said before going on. "So
how are the spells coming?"

"I should have enough completed at the end of the day for a good fight.
If we pact them carefully we should be ready to ship them to the
hellmouth mid day tomorrow." Willow said frankly.

"Will Elizabeth be ready to leave tomorrow afternoon?" Angel asked
carefully.

"You mean will she be recovered enough from the beating I gave her
yesterday. Yes, I took her shopping last night didn't I. Or did Harmony
tell you something." Willow asked carefully.

"Harmony said you were acting weird, her words not mine but that you
both seemed fine. She said you were doing magic when she arrived and a
little in the mall but she didn't understand what kind of magic or what
exactly you were doing." Angel said frankly. There was never a reason to
pull punches with Willow. 

"I was bleeding off magic, using the buildings, concrete structures to
soak the magic away from me. I must have done it right, my eyes are
green today. Now next question?" Willow said stepping away from the
selves and taking a sit in the middle of the room.  

"You left Elizabeth at the apartment?" Angel asked.

"On a long chain with bathroom privileges. She could even eat if she
wanted. She should be waiting for me now. She will be ready to fight
once we get to Colorado. She practices yoga when I leave her alone most
of the time. Her body is in excellent shape." Willow said before waiting
on Angel to ask her more questions.

"Her mind is what I worry about. Mentally how is she?" Angel asked.

"Calm, amazingly calm. Since we have been living at the castle she has
been very calm, peaceful. Her dreams don't seem to plague her as much.
She spends most of her time splinting wood, or working around the
castle. She has a routine she follows. The last twenty years she has
been happy, at least she seems happy. She acts up if I don't pay
attention to her needs. She still likes the whip. She wants it as part
of her weekly routine. But mostly she is calm. What exactly do you want
to know?" Willow asked.

"I take it that translates into your sex life is good." Angel said
trying not to sound bitter.

"Yes, she seems to need sex daily. She is almost always aroused. The
primitive slayer part always gazing back at me if I don't keep her needs
met. But mostly she is Elizabeth. Even after I beat her, whip her she
still smiles at me. Actually she can be so calm after I whip her. She
finds peace inside herself. When I look in her mind that is normally
what I see. A calm peaceful place. It's hard to explain. There are no
words for her thoughts. She is seldom angry, sad, or self destructive.
Nothing like the shape she was in when I took her back from you the last
time you tried to take her away from me." Willow said knowing the last
sentence would both remind him, and hurt him.

"You still have a telepathic link?" Angel asked.

"We share a single soul; yes the link is always there. We keep it shut
most of the time. If she needs to warn me she opens up her end. Like
when Catherine arrived she called for me. If I need to check on her, I
open the link but generally we keep it closed. Open it too long and our
personalities start to mix as well as our shared soul." Willow said
frankly.

"Still have her memories if you stay in her mind too long?" Angel asked.

"Only if the link is open for a very long time. Then yes her memories
flood my brain, I have asked her if my memories ever enter hers but she
doesn't seem to understand the question. She really has a hard time
answering emotional questions. Like how are you feeling today? She
doesn't allow herself many emotions." Willow said carefully.

"But she still has emotions?" Angel asked quickly.

"Yes, she just doesn't allow them to work inside her mind. That's not
completely true. At some level she does love me. She has moments of
sadness, or happiness. But she just doesn't allow herself many emotions.
She cut them out of her life more then a century ago. Even before I
turned her into my pet she was cutting away her emotions. She was the
one who asked for me to remove her memories. She asked to be my pet
before I took her worst memories away. Because we shared a single soul
then I understood exactly what she wanted, needed from me." Willow said
carefully. 

"So you have said." Angel stated.

"Xander hated me with his dieing breath. The only one of us to die of
natural causes. He was eighty five, died of cancer. I was alone in the
room with him when he took his last breath, just me and him. Not his
kids or his grandkids. Just me and him. That's what he said he wanted. I
held his hand and cried and with his dying breath he cursed me. Damned
me for what I did to Buffy. My best friend hated me on his death bed
with his whole heart. So much he wanted me to hear his last words on
this earth and how much he hated me." Willow said slowly she still felt
the pain of Xander's death; his hatred like it was yesterday.

"No one who knew Buffy could ever understand her choosing this life she
now leads. It more existing then living. Even the parts of you that are
still Willow don't understand it completely. She doesn't make you happy.
Not really. You both just play these insane rolls you have set up in
some elaborate game. Hiding away from the world. Twenty years in a mid
evil castle in England. Before that ten years in an isolated desert town
in China. Spike and I took her from you in the middle of the Australian
outback. Before that Siberia for forty years. Always places isolated and
alone away from humans and demons alike. The only place you haven't
tried is Antarctica and that's because it's so hard to get permits to
live there." Angel said taking a seat next to Willow.

"Your point?" Willow asked

"What happens to her when she is near people? Does she start killing
again? Is it just demons or does she hunt slayers too? Why do you need
to control her so harshly?" Angel asked.

"She went hunting today didn't she?" Willow concluded. She opened up her
link and her eyes slide from green to white. Glowing white magic as she
looked deep in Elizabeth's mind for the answer. Elizabeth never lied to
her that was one good thing between them. Elizabeth was naked now, and
waiting for her to return. Waiting for her punishment. She let Willow
see her hunt, each death, each movement executed with perfect accuracy,
even giving Spike a hard on. Each word she spoke. Each primitive scream
as she killed. The feel of each kill. The excitement in her body.
Elizabeth held nothing back from her mistress. When Willow closed the
link and pulled back the magic she was on the floor in Angel's arms as
Henry tried to hold her head in his lap. She was shaking hard again as
if having a seizure. Her nose was bleeding but she felt her eyes return
to green and the magic flow into the wards surrounding the lab.

"She gave Spike a nice hand job." Willow said wiping away the blood from
her nose on her sleeve.

"He told me. He followed her." Angel said carefully as she continued to
shake with hard body tremors.

"I knew once we reached the hellmouth she would hunt, but I didn't think
she would start until we reached the hellmouth." Willow said trying to
regain control. She hated seeming weak.

"I need to know is it just demons or will she kill slayers as well."
Angel said carefully.

"Just demons, she feels them when they are near. They call to the slayer
part of her. She hasn't killed a human or slayer since Mexico City but
that's only because I regain some control over her. I really didn't
expect her need was so great or would come so quickly. I would have been
more careful with her." Willow said wishing Angel would let go of her.
Wishing she wasn't so easily put off balance by Elizabeth's power.

"You had no idea she was hunting?" Angel asked.

"I would have stopped her if I did." Willow said angrily.

"Now want to explain the seizure you just had, why you are so weak now?"
Angel said carefully still holding her as her body refused to regain
control, her nose continued to bleed and tremors ran through her body
every few seconds.

"When I opened the link to ask her what she had been doing she not only
told me, she showed me, she let go a little magic she had built up.
Slayer magic, she is so very powerful now. It's like a quick dose of
heroin then just as quick you go into withdraw, it pure dark magic, well
gray magic really, dark in origin but white in purpose. Hits my body
hard, can barely control the power. Magic a vampire was near meant to
house. With sexually magic I can bleed if from her slowly, more
controlled. But with the open link and shared single soul it wreaks my
neural pathways. Wasn't grounded for it, hit me hard." Willow tried to
explain.

"Her soul silvers still in place?" Angel asked carefully.

"Wrapped in her aura, yes still in place otherwise Spike would have been
dead not walking around with a hard on. The splinters are all that
really hold her back, that and her submitting as my pet. Her will
really. Thank god Buffy Summers was so damn stubborn, it's one of
Elizabeth's strongest traits. The one important thing Buffy gave
Elizabeth. It's her strong will that holds back the evil part of her
soul. Do you know what she was thinking as she was killing vampires
today? She was thinking I am Shiva, the destroyer. I am the angel of
death. She is not Buffy Summers, Elizabeth is extremely dangerous, and
it's really just her will holding her back." Willow said desperately
needing Angel to understand.

"Shiva?" Angel asked puzzled by the reference. He remembered a strange
conversation her had once with Buffy. She was telling him about
Openhimmer and his words from his dairy after exploding the first atomic
bomb. I have become Shiva, the destroyer. At the time Buffy was arguing
with him over Wolfram and Hart and his roll running the company. At the
time he was surprised that she was quoting something from a history
book. Buffy wasn't a history quoting type girl. She had always been
about the here and now. At least the teenage girl he had fallen in love
with had been, but it wasn't a teenage Buffy arguing with him at that
time. It was the adult Buffy, the one who had lived through the
destruction of Sunnydale. Who was reforming the counsel and gathering
slayers for a world wide fighting force to end evil on earth. She was a
woman not a girl. She was a legend at only twenty-four. A world leader
in a new world order where there were many slayers and it was her
personality alone leading that power. God she was amazing, Angel
remembered.

"Shiva, before I died she was reading a lot about the Hindu religion.
She was studying yoga; we were fighting a demon clan in Bombay and were
in India for about a year. She was interested in the culture, she was
taking classes at the local university in anthropology and world
religions when we weren't fighting or organizing slayers. She could even
speech the local language a little which was surprising; Buffy was never
good with languages. Angel I was forty three when I died. So was Buffy,
though she never aged. Buffy did actually get a degree by piecing it
together from different places we lived but she got a degree in
anthropology, mostly occult studies but she got a degree from London
University. It took her until she was almost forty but she did complete
a degree. We were always moving, I didn't get my first degree until I
was almost thirty it was hard always moving, so much needed to be done
after Sunnydale." Willow said this time pushing away from Angel and
Henry and trying to stand up. Angel let her up but at the same time
helped her on shaky feet. She pushed past him and sat back down in the
chair she had been in before the magic hit her.

"Henry get her some blood and heat it up please." Angel said. Willow
wanted to argue, she had just had blood not long before but she was weak
and with her nose still bleeding blood it might help her. Henry got up
and went to work fixing clone blood for Willow without comment.

"You don't look forty three, maybe thirty three but not forty three.
Still a woman not the girl I first met. We should have realized she
wasn't aging. All of us. Xander, Giles, you, me. We should have noticed.
It shouldn't have been a surprise she was immortal. All of so busy,
always a demon war, an apocalypse, I had Wolfram and Hart to run, take
back, turn around. You had the new counsel, all those slayers, and world
governments to negotiate with. Friends still dying. I remember Wesley
dying, Cordella, Gunn, Fred, so many friends. I remember Buffy called me
after Faith died, she couldn't leave China, and Faith was in South
America. You and Kennedy came for Faith's daughter. You raised Grace
like she was your own child. Then Kennedy died fighting in Russia
right?" Angel asked.

"Yes, Moscow. Grace took it so hard; she was only fourteen and just
beginning to understand what being a slayer meant. She was only two when
Faith died; Kennedy and I were her only real parents. Grace died young
too, twenty-seven; she was a lot like Faith, her husband raised her two
kids, never liked letting me near them even when I was alive.
Immortality really sucks Angel." Willow said.

"Yes it does. It's easier without a soul, not caring, not making
connects to the living, but that's not why you stay in isolation is it.
You miss people, I can tell from your short stay in LA. You stay away
from people to have more control over Elizabeth. It must be lonely for
you." Angel said carefully.

"Is that sympathy Angel?" Willow asked not expecting any from the
vampire.

"Yes Willow it is. Honest sympathy. After I got my soul back I spent
almost seventy years shunning the human race, hiding away in shame. It
took me a very long time to decide that I needed to be connected with
humans again, and even more time to decide to fight for them. A lot of
it had to do with knowing Buffy, loving Buffy. I still work at it; it
doesn't come to me naturally. Hell I have spent nearly two hundred years
with Spike that alone says a lot about my social skills." Angels said
but he was being honest.

"Two hundred years with Spike, yeah that is a statement in itself. I
would have staked him several times by now." Willow said.

"Oh I have come close several times, but Spike grows on you. I hate to
say this but I actually need him." Angel said smiling a little.

"Was it his idea to watch her today or yours?" Willow asked.

"His, but I would have asked him had he not come up with it on his own."
Angel stated.

"I really thought I had better control of her. I got sloppy living in
the castle all those years. I will need your help with her on the
hellmouth. So many demons will draw the slayer out of her. And when the
slayer comes out, so does the primitive first slayer, she is always
there inside Elizabeth, part of her, lurking, waiting, any chance to
gain control." Willow said slowly.

"Spike said part of Buffy was also lurking just under the surface today.
He was sure it was Buffy." Angel said running the idea past Willow.

"Buffy comes to the surface at times, the hard on idea pure Buffy yes,
she lurks inside Elizabeth too. But she just lurks, seldom takes control
or come completely out; she is part of Elizabeth too. Elizabeth is a lot
like a person with a split personality who has managed under therapy and
drugs to merge all her personalities. Parts of all the many personality
still exist but now have made a completely different person. Elizabeth
is a complete personality of her own, part of Buffy, part first slayer,
part other slayers from the past, but uniquely a new person of her own.
I have made the mistake of thinking of her as Buffy, it was a big
mistake. I am always on guard against the first slayer, the primitive
coming out, but I had to learn to see her as Elizabeth. She is
Elizabeth. And Elizabeth while a slayer is not Buffy. Nothing like her,
she doesn't think like Buffy, doesn't love like Buffy, doesn't react
like Buffy. It took me a long time to learn to love Elizabeth. I was so
in love with Buffy. I would have done anything for Buffy. Now I will do
what I need to do for Elizabeth and not just because she has a part of
Buffy, but because I love Elizabeth as I once loved Buffy. Elizabeth is
a lot more complex then Buffy, what motivates her is different. Worse
she has all Buffy memories, at least the ones I didn't manage to rip
from her, still Elizabeth has been alive so much longer then Buffy
lived. Elizabeth has memories solely her own." Willow explained.

"I guess I need to get to know Elizabeth. Keeping her on a hellmouth is
going to be hard, beside Catherine's two slayers; the counsel will send
another team. So besides just the worries of being on a hellmouth with a
demon lord trying to open it, we have to watch out for slayers and demon
hunters. I have my best people set to go but Elizabeth worries me
Willow. The prophecy could just as easily have been planted to get
Elizabeth near Tormax to open the damn hellmouth. I don't want a repeat
of Mexico City but I also can't risk Tormax opening a hellmouth on
earth. I need your word Willow, that if you start to lose control of
her, you will ask for help. You find it hard to ask for help, always
have. I need your word." Angel said.

"You have my word, but I need your trust as well, trust that I do know
her, her needs. Which include the whip, being a pet. I need you to trust
that I know her best." Willow said.

"That is fair; I'll take your word and give you my trust. I'll keep
Spike back as much as possible and let you do what you think is best."
Angel said before leaving Henry and Willow alone.

Willow continued working on her spells, but with a heavy heart. She did
not rush but worked hard and carefully. When she finished she returned
to the apartment Angel had arranged for her to stay in. 

Spike was smoking and drinking straight whiskey from a half filled
bottle of Ancient Age Bourbon. Willow could tell he was well into a good
drunk.

"Thank you for watching Elizabeth. I am very grateful you kept her
safe." Willow said as sincerity as she could. She didn't think Spike
would give a damn that she was honestly grateful, Spike kept his hatred
of her in the open most of the time.

"Didn't do it for you Red." Spike said taking another drink straight
from the bottle.

"I know but I am still grateful." Willow said smiling at him.

"What are you going to do to her? Angel called said you two had a heart
to heart, whatever love. So what do you plan to do to her?" Spike asked
evenly.

"I will punish her. I see you still have a hard on. Sitting her all day
smelling her arousal couldn't have been easy." Willow said still smiling
at him.

"Red don't fuck with me." Spike said standing up, he was more then ready
to punch the witch around a bit. He had an inner need to smack her when
ever he was in a room with her.

"Actually I was going to ask you to help me Spike." Willow came over to
him lean in close and kissed his lips hard and rubbed his erection
through his pants.

"What's the game you are playing now Red." Spike said stepping back a
little away from the witch vampire.

"Elizabeth needs a lesson, several actually, first not to start
something she isn't planning on finishing. Second that she is my pet and
as my pet her body is mine to play with, to us or see used anyway I
choose." Willow said stepping back to him and kissing him again rubbing
up again him.

Breaking a long hard kiss Spike asked "What are you saying?" 

"Simple I want you to take care of that hard on, first by fucking me,
and then by fucking Elizabeth. You want to fuck her don't you? Even I
can smell her need, her wet pussy." Willow said slowly before kissing
him again and unzipping his pants and reaching in and taking his penis
in her hand to stroking it.

Maybe it was the Bourbon, maybe it was the day long hard on from being
with Elizabeth and her scent. Willow hadn't lied, Elizabeth was dripping
wet with arousal. He had watched her underdressed, seen her wet sex as
she sat in the floor waiting for her mistress to come home to punish
her. Watched her grow more and more aroused all day. Maybe it was the
fantasies he once had of taking her and Tara, classic male fantasies of
a man with lesbians. Maybe it was just the deep kiss from the redhead
vampire or her hand stroking his dick. But her was actually going to do
it. He wasn't thinking it out; he was going to do it. Fuck the bitch so
hard she would remember him for days. Spike never had many hang ups
about sex, never had trouble finding willing woman to have sex with over
the centuries. Not like Angel who Spike often thought stayed chased most
of the time for Sainthood or something.

Spike reached out still kissing her hard and ripped the modern thin
fabric off her chest. He ripped her bra off next kissing her neck and
pushing her back into a wall. Willow continued to kiss him, still
stroking his erection. Her eyes went black for just a second and they
were both neck. He hardly noticed her using magic to free them off there
cloths. He grazed his fangs down her neck all the way to her breast not
breaking her skin but letting her feel his fangs as he moved. She was a
vampire to; he had no reason to hold back with her. She grazed his neck
with her own fangs stroking him faster. 

"When was last time you had a man Red?" He asked before taking her
breast into his mouth and sucking it.

"Not since Oz" She answered biting his neck barely breaking his skin and
tasting his blood but not sinking her fangs inside him.

"Ever done it with a vamp?" He asked with ragged breath, sex had a way
of making vampires breath a little.

"Never, now fuck me." She breathed out just a raggedly.

He picked her up and used the wall to support her weight. She wrapped
her legs around his waist and he slid his long hard member inside her
wet cut. Oh he planed to fuck her hard. Make her remember what a man
felt like. He began to fuck her hard. He knew he was well hung, he knew
is cock was long and wide and he was going to pound all ten inches deep
in her.

As he fucked her hard he let his fangs out completely and bit her in the
neck. He just wanted to taste her, one of the pleasures of fucking
another vampire. Only she tasted of magic and Buffy. Elizabeth's scent
was deep inside her blood arousing him even more. He fucked her as hard
as he could drinking the wondrous taste of her. He knew he was taking
more blood then just a taste but part of him didn't care. The smarter
part, the soul part pulled him back a bit and he stopped drinking her.
He took more blood then just a good sexual taste, but not enough to
really harm her. A human would have been weak but still would have
lived.

He concentrated on fucking her letting the blood and magic from her
blood surge in his body. Green sparks of magic were glowing on both
there skin. Willow must have felt the lose of blood and sank her fangs
into his neck drinking just a little taste from him, making him harder
urging him to fuck her even harder.

As the green magic sparks danced inside him and his day long hard on
raged in his body, his body won out and he found himself sending dead
seed deep inside Willow as he came hard. Willow came seconds after he
did and he felt her contract and draw his penis deep inside her. He
watched as her green eyes turned black. He held her against the wall as
he slowly stopped breathing. He was still inside her and he felt her
contract a few more time in after shocks of orgasms.

"Give me a second" Willow said as she too slowed her breathing. He
didn't try to move but just held her as his penis softened inside her.
She blinked her eyes a few times before they returned to green.

"Better love? The green sparks were a new experience, never sparked
before shagging some one." Spike said as he just held her.

"It was great Spike; you can put me down now." Willow said tenderly
kissing his lips. He carefully pulled out of her kissing her back before
setting her back onto her feet. 

She continued to kiss him but she was still standing against the wall in
front of him. It was only then he noticed Elizabeth was now in the room.
She was sitting on the floor in the corner watching them. Naked and her
scent of arousal seemed to have grown even stronger.

He was surprised when she started stroking his cock again. Vampires
could keep up sex all night, they both knew he could get hard again
quickly but he was still surprised. Willow turned him as she stroked him
placing his back against the wall as she stroked him. He was slowly
getting hard which was surprising to considering his biology and how
fast he could actually get hard again. Maybe his soul was kicking in,
maybe he was having second thoughts, but his body had other thoughts,
her stroking him was getting hard again, just slower then normal.

"Elizabeth help him" Willow commanded startling him and slowing his body
down a bit, and kicking his brain to work a little. Only his brain
didn't have much time to work. Elizabeth was in front of him. She had
his penis in her mouth and was giving him a hell of a blow job before
his brain had time to really work.

It was Buffy's face, Buffy's body and it was Buffy sucking his cock hard
like she had done the short time they were lovers. His mind didn't want
to work, his body wanted this, had wanted it for years. He was painfully
hard now, he almost exploded in her mouth but he needed this to last,
wanted this to last.

Willow touched Elizabeth's head making her stop and pull away from him,
leaving him rock hard and needing more. Willow pointed to the coach he
had been waiting on, drinking on as he waited for Willow to return.
Elizabeth positioned herself over the side of the coach readying herself
for him. Waiting for him.

"She always likes a good ass fucking Spike, fuck her." Willow said
pulling him by the hand toward her.

"If I fuck her, I'll do it my own bloody way Red." Spike said but he let
himself be led to her. Before he had time to think he was behind her.
Entering her wet pussy. Thrusting himself deep into her wet sex. Willow
was kissing her lips while he fucked her pussy. Again it was Buffy's
body he was fucking, the Buffy he still deeply loved. He still had
dreams of having sex with her. God he was fucking her hard, like old
time, not gentle but rough and raw as they had been when they were
lovers. Willow continued to kiss her lips and was fingering her clit as
he fucked her with his whole being. He fell into a hard rhythm and was
holding himself back; he wanted this to last, last a long time. He was
no longer human; he was in full vamp mode, his fangs out while pounding
into her. He wanted to taste her, he always wanted to taste her when
they had sex but he never did. He knew it was a line she drew so he held
himself back and just fucked the hell out of her.

 Time seemed to slow as he fucked her raw and hard. When he could hold
back no longer he screamed her name, Buffy and came inside of her. He
was aware she hadn't come and surprised by it. He pulled himself out and
said, "She didn't come?"

"I didn't give her permission to come. She is being punished Spike. Can
you get hard again? Fuck her again?" Willow asked. 

"I'm a vampire; of course I can get hard again." Spike said surprised by
her comment.

"Good, want another blow job to get hard?" Willow asked kissing his
mouth and slipping in her tongue and stroking him again. Her kiss, the
smell of Elizabeth still wet and needing to cum, and the simple strokes
over the head of his cock was all it took and he was hard again.

"Fuck her ass this time." Willow said.

"What is with you and her ass, let me guess part of her punishment?"
Spike asked.

She just kept kissing and stroking him and leading him back into
position. She placed him at the entrance of Elizabeth's asshole while
continuing to kiss and stroke his penis. 

"I'll need some lube love." Spike said breaking there kiss.

"Your dick is wet with her juices; she is so wet now it's running down
her legs. I'll put some of her juice around the whole but I need you to
fuck her hard. Fuck her like you mean it, like you did when you were
lovers." Willow still kissing him scooped some of her juice from her wet
sex and rubbed it around her asshole and into it. She placed him back at
the entrance still kissing him, letting her fangs touch his lips and her
tongue work inside his mouth. Before he could really think hard about it
he had pushed past the ring of muscle guarding her back door and was
once again fucking her hard. Willow played with his nipple while still
kissing him as he fucked Elizabeth in the ass. He knew Willow was
working a hand into her pussy, could fell it move inside Elizabeth as he
fucked her asshole. Elizabeth was breathing so hard and moaning deeply
almost humming with need.
Then he felt the magic start, like a buzz on his skin. Then saw the
green sparks on his skin, on Elizabeth's skin. It raged in his body
making him ache with need, making his dick harder then it had ever been.
So much power in his veins as he fucked her ass. He didn't know when
Willow stopped kissing him and started working both of her hands in
Elizabeth's pussy. Fucking her pussy with one hand and working her clit
with the other. Elizabeth was trembling with need for release. Her cries
and moans communicated her great need to cum, it only man Spike fuck her
harder. He was a man possessed. A man on a mission. It may have been the
magic sparking off his skin. It might have been hundreds of years or
repressed sexually fantasies of doing just this. Or maybe just his deep
love for Buffy. He had never committed himself so completely to a single
task. To fucking someone this completely. Again time slowed, his mind
cleared, focused just on fucking her hard.

When he finally came almost an hour later he came hard, harder then ever
before. And not just once but as soon as he shoot his load into her ass,
he felt his penis build again and shoot a second load into her. When he
recovered he was leaning across her whole body on the coach completely
spent. He didn't remember pulling himself out or clasping across her
back. 

"Ok god did I hurt her." Spike said in shock.

Willow wanted to say, that was part of the idea, but instead said.
"Elizabeth is fine; I grounded all the magic into the building, anchored
her soul silvers in place. It was just really good sex Spike."

"Magic, my God, so much magic, never felt anything like it." Spike said
trying to stand up and finding his legs shaky as he stood by the still
hard breathing Elizabeth.

"Thankfully you didn't taste her. The magic rush when you take her blood
is even greater. It will take you a few hours to gain back your
strength. Fucking her is a religious experience. She is full of magic
power now." Willow said slowly, her eyes completely black now.

"Is it like this every time you fuck her?" Spike asked still not really
believing how his body felt.

"Not every time but after a good fuck yes. Anchoring her while I fuck
her is the tricky part. But always a rush. Spike go home, you need to
rest." Willow said.

"Home ok Red, Home." Spike said staggering out of the apartment. Willow
had used magic to put cloths back on him just before he walked out the
door. He didn't even noticed. The magic had made him high more then the
drunk he had been working on. He staggered his way to the elevator and
back to his room. He fell into bed still dressed had half passed out. He
was asleep as soon as his body hit the bed.

After Spike was gone Willow asked Elizabeth, "I bet you really want to
come? Speech."

"Yes mistress, it really hurts I need it so bad." Elizabeth said.

"Good you are being punished, and will be for days to come, you are not
allowed to come for at least three more days. Your sex will be in actual
pain before I allow you to come again. We both know it actually is
really painful for you. Now since I need you strong I can't open you
back up with my whip so get me the crop whip so I can at least whip your
ass black and blue. You were very very bad today and we both know it.
Giving you to Spike was just a small punishment. To remind you that you
are a pet, a thing, with no rights to your own body. It is mine to use,
give away or abuse. Now get the damn crop whip and get back here."
Willow stated in her very angry tone. One Elizabeth understood clearly.

Elizabeth got up and moving fast and got the crop whip. Willow sat down
on the coach and waited. When Elizabeth returned with the crop whip she
gave it to Willow and lay across her lap ass in the air and waited.

"Don't count; I just plan to whip you raw and hard. You will remember
this for at least a day I am going to make it hurt as much as possible."
Willow said before she started her eyes still black. Willow swung the
crop across you well fucked ass hard and as promised made it hurt like
hell. She didn't stop just stripped her ass checks and upper thighs
until welts covered the area completely; they would turn to dark bruises
soon. When Willow finished Elizabeth found it hard to stand much less
walk her ass hurt so bad. Not trusting the chains Angel left in the
apartment Willow got out her own DNA magically reinforced chains and
chained Elizabeth to the foot of her bed. Not just her ankles but her
wrists and neck so tight Elizabeth was forced flat face down on the
floor without any movement possible at all. Her pussy was still dripping
wet and by the time she was chained there was a wet spot on the carpet
underneath her from her dripping wet sex. Her need for release so strong
it physically hurt, the throb in her clit actually hurt her as much as
her ass from the crop whip.

Willow took a shower then went to bed as Elizabeth unable to move moaned
in pain. Willow fell fast asleep in the bed. It took Elizabeth a long
time to fall asleep still her only thought was, It was really worth her
punishment, she had been a slayer today. She had felt the kill, the feel
of slaying and any punishment was worth that feeling.  
 


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