“Hoffy’s having too much fun with his new toy,” Azriel mumbled softly. “I was his favorite until she came along!”
“He does this every time,” Halfrek grunted as she rolled over. She snapped her fingers for the manservant standing nearby to come slather suntan lotion onto her back. “You’ll be back to being his favorite soon enough. Have some patience.”
“Easy for you to say, Cecily,” Azriel said with a disdainful sniff. “You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you were elevated. It takes some of us decades to find our niche.”
Halfrek rolled her eyes behind closed lids.
“Rupert was such an animal after I cracked through that stuffy exterior,” Anyanka said in a dreamy voice. Her mind was far, far away from her current surroundings. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she licked her suddenly dry lips with her tongue.
“Oh, boy, she’s off in lala land again,” Azriel muttered. She hoped that her friend didn’t start touching herself in front of her again. Last time had been embarrassing enough for all of them.
“Age gives a man such stamina,” Anyanka cooed. Her hand smoothed down her belly towards her pelvis. “I haven’t been fucked like that in decades.”
“You do remember he’s just a human, don’t you?” Halfrek asked her friend. “He’s gonna die soon.” She hated to burst her friend’s little bubble, but she didn’t want to see Anyanka heartbroken either.
Anyanka sat up suddenly with a gleam in her eye. “Not if I have any say in the matter. I want Rupert, only Rupert, and I shall find a way to have him.” She pointed at Halfrek and Azriel. “You two can’t stop me.”
“Wouldn’t even try.” Halfrek held both hands up in defense while Azriel shook her head.
“Good! That’s very good! I like that!” Anyanka rose to her feet. “I must research this now.” She disappeared with a pop.
“She’s got it bad,” Azriel muttered. “I still don’t like Hoffy giving the new girl so much attention. Something feels off about the whole situation.”
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Azriel was right to be concerned. In D’Hoffryn’s chambers he had the very frightened Willow tied on top of an altar. He placed burning incense and other herbs around her naked, struggling body. The head vengeance demon was sure she’d be screaming if it wasn’t for the gag tightly wedged in her mouth.
“My king needs a powerful mortal body to inhabit, my dear,” the blue-skinned demon said quietly. He felt the need to tell Willow what was going to happen to her. “He calls to me even now from the primordial ooze that bogs him down.”
Willow begged with her eyes. This was so not what she wanted when she made her wishes. She just wanted to go back to Sunnydale, to her life and her friends.
“Your name shall forever be known as Willyria.” D’Hoffryn’s toothy grin lit up his face. “Your body will house my God-King for an eternity.”
Willow started to struggle in earnest. If only she could get the gag out of her mouth, she could do a spell to get her out of the terrible predicament she found herself in.
“I know what you’re thinking,” D’Hoffryn said. He started to unbutton his long robe. “If you could speak, you could do your magic, but I’ve put a dampening field around you. Your magic is useless. I just didn’t want to listen to you scream.” He finished undressing.
Willow screamed inside her head when she saw the size of the demon’s sex organ. It was huge, and it was fully erect. She continued to struggle in desperation as D’Hoffryn prepared to finish the ritual for his God-King to take over the witch’s body.
“Now you see why my girls love me so much.” The vengeance demon reached down to grasp his cock in his hand. He stroked himself roughly before he entered the magical circle around the witch. He climbed up on the altar, pushed Willow’s legs apart, and brutally slammed his arousal into the young woman’s tight sex.
Willow’s eyes rolled up in her head from the pain. She had never been invaded in such a manner before. Oz had always been a gentleman with her, and Tara’s use of a dildo was pleasant and sedate compared to the viciousness of D’Hoffryn’s attack.
“Illyria, my one and only God.” The demon punctuated each word with a thrust into the unwilling body below him. “I offer this mortal body to you, my God. So, that you may be born again, powerful and whole.” A light surrounded the two writhing bodies on the altar.
Willow screamed again as she felt the power of the God-King enter her, taking over her mind and soul. She struggled but to no avail. She could feel her sanity and self slipping away. Soon, it was like she was trapped inside a little room inside her own mind. Her soul was delegated to a small compartment, and she could do nothing but rage against the presence that took control.
D’Hoffryn removed the gag from Willyria’s mouth. He lowered his mouth to cover the female’s lips with his own, biting her soft flesh until blood gushed from the wounds into his mouth. When he pulled away, he was pleased to see the blue-black tinge to the witch’s skin that indicated the presence of the God King.
“Release me,” Willyria growled.
“In a moment, my King,” D’Hoffryn replied. “After I’ve given you a proper welcome.” He flexed his hips, slamming his cock again into the body beneath him.
Willyria threw her head back in ecstasy. This body was perfect for the desires that ran through the God King for the favored minion a top her body. D’Hoffryn’s cock felt incredible after centuries of being incorporeal in the Deeper Well. Willyria felt her orgasm rip thorough her body as the other demon’s hot semen spewed inside her body. She screamed in pleasure, the pain letting her know that the witch’s body wasn’t completely compatible with the acidity of the demon’s cum. This was perfection. Pleasure and pain all rolled into one.
Willow huddled in a corner of her mind. She could feel all of Willyria’s pain and pleasure. The sensory overload was more than the witch could bear, and she retreated further inside to protect herself. Willow rocked and crooned to herself. It would be a long, long time before she would be able to cope with the presence in her body.
D’Hoffryn grinned down at Willyria. He knew that once he untied her that she would make him pay for his highhandedness, and he couldn’t wait. He lived to serve his God King.
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Buffy rolled over to cuddle up to Spike’s sleeping body. Her hand slipped over his skin, brushing up against the red marks that littered his flesh from their play session the night before. She remembered how innocent she had been when they had met, and how far she had come in her sexual growth. Buffy’s hand drifted down to caress Spike’s cock, but just as she was getting started, the telephone rang. She groaned in disappointment before she abandoned her mate, and she rolled over to pick up the phone.
“Yeah?” Buffy muttered into the phone. “This had better be good.”
“Miss Summers, this is Lydia Chambers. May we speak?”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” Buffy flopped onto her back. She let out a sigh, but she continued to speak, “Go ahead. What do you want?”
“I am reworking my thesis on William, of course,” Lydia said. “However, I wish to do another thesis for the Council on how having a team is a help rather than a hindrance to the Slayer. I wish to interview both your team and Faith’s.”
Buffy glanced over at her sleeping mate. “I’m sure William will be flattered by your attention, but I don’t know about an interview that will be brought to the Council’s attention. Wesley doesn’t have very flattering things to say about them.”
“Yes, well,” Lydia hesitated. “Wesley didn’t have the best of experiences with the Council. As I’m sure he told you, his father is part of the Council’s hierarchy.”
“Yes, I know a lot about Wesley’s old man. None of it good.”
“The elder Mr. Wyndam-Pryce is a great at strategy, but he’s not really a people person.” Lydia nodded.
“So, what made you change your mind about us?” Buffy rolled over. “When we came to town you were all gung-ho on me working alone.”
“I … well… It’s come to my attention that there are those within the Council that wish to change how the Slayer is dealt with.” Lydia stopped speaking for a moment. “This could be the catalyst for such an event. The Slayer would never work alone with just her Watcher again. I will be able to explain more when we meet.”
Buffy sighed. She had a feeling the woman would just keep asking until the gang caved. It would be easier to get it out of the way. “We can come to Giles’ shop tomorrow night at dusk. We’re busy tonight.”
“That would be excellent.” Lydia smiled. “I’ll see you then.”
Buffy made her good byes before she put the phone down in its cradle. She just hoped the results of the interview with Lydia wouldn’t come back to bite her in butt. Her group of friends didn’t need that kind of problem right now.
A sleep-filled voice broke through the Slayer’s thoughts. “Quit worryin’, Slayer. We can take care of anything that comes our way.”
Buffy rolled over to look at Spike. “I suppose. Now, last night my slave promised me something as soon as he woke up.”
Spike tilted his head. “I’m sure I didn’t promise you breakfast in bed.”
“Not quite,” Buffy giggled. “But it might be for you. Suck on my pussy, vampire. I’m horny!”
Spike smirked before he got to work eating his breakfast.
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Jesse laid flat on his back while Faith huddled at the edge of the bed. The sex had started out spectacularly, just like always, but about half way through, Faith froze up. She urged Jesse to continue until he gave up because he felt like he was forcing her.
“I’m sorry, Faith,” Jesse whispered.
“Why are you apologizing? I’m the one that’s fucked up,” Faith snapped. She sat up, grabbed her clothes, and dressed without looking at Jesse.
“You’re not fucked up. How can you say that?” Jesse sat up, and he bunched the sheet around his waist. “Things are just a bit off, that’s all. It’ll get better, I promise.”
Faith turned to look at her boyfriend. Although she didn’t feel like he was her boyfriend anymore. He felt like a stranger. “Everything’s different now,” Faith said. “I’m not the same and neither are you.”
“Maybe if we try harder,” Jesse replied. “I’m willing to try harder. I love you, Faith. I have since the day I laid eyes on you.”
“I love you too. I know I do.” Faith put a hand through her hair. “But, it’s like a big sheet of ice is between me and my feelings. I know what I should be feeling, but it’s just not there.”
Jesse rose to his feet. “I’ll do what ever it takes for you feel again.” He put his arms around Faith, and he lowered his lips to cover hers.
Faith pushed Jesse away. “Don’t do that. It’s not going to help.”
“What do you want me to do then?” Jesse asked. “Tell me so I know.”
“I don’t know.” Faith shook her head. She felt confined by the lack of emotions and Jesse’s attempts to help her. She grabbed her jacket off the floor, and she edged towards the door. “I think I’ll go patrol now.”
Jesse watched as Faith left the room. He knew it wasn’t even dark yet, but he didn’t know what to say. He was trying so hard to be what Faith wanted him to be, and it was damned confusing. He wished Hope was there to talk to. Maybe Faith’s little sister would have an easier time connecting with the Slayer again. He flopped back on the bed, let out a heavy sigh, and proceeded to stare at the ceiling until it was too dark to see.
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“Hey.”
Dot glanced up to see that Oz was standing on the porch steps in front of her. She hadn’t seen him since the day before when they had helped Tara get her stuff from the apartment she shared with Willow.
“Tara got settled in.” Oz sat down beside Dot on the top step of the Skald Hill Manor porch.
“That’s good.” Dot nodded. “She seems like a really nice girl.”
“Oh, she is. I’ve always like Tara. It’s not her fault that Willow dumped me.” Oz looked over at a nearby bush. “She tried to get Willow to come back to me when she found out.”
“I don’t think I like Willow very much,” Dot said softly. “She just makes my fur stand up on end.”
“Yeah, I used to love her, but these days I have a new girl in mind.”
Dot reached over to grasp Oz’s chin, and she turned his face towards her. “The new girl is in complete agreement.” She leaned in to press her lips against his in a chaste kiss.