Author: Mithril

E-mail: taptap2@gmail.com

Title: Most Favored

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rating: Adult, Slash & Het

Summary: The Aurelius Clan chooses a new Master

Distribution: Various S/A friendly lists.

Spoilers: Post NFA.  Angel slays the dragon, and the battle is won with Illyria's manipulation of time, which also results in Wesley's return.  Angel, Spike, Wesley, Gunn, and Fred/Illyria are now back in the 'Angel Investigation' business.  All live in the Hyperion.

Disclaimer: I don't own Angel or Spike or anything else from ME.

Feedback: Always welcome.

Part 75:

Illyria was back.

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Illyria had been sleeping since the ritual ended at one in the morning.  It was one o'clock in the afternoon now, and Angel watched from his place beside her on his bed, sensing the subtle currents beneath her still form that told of her imminent waking.  On her other side, Spike still slept as well.  He had carried Illyria up here immediately after the ritual, and Spike had followed, half asleep on his feet.  It had taken a lot out of all of them, Illyria most of all, of course.  And though technically neither he nor Spike needed twelve hours to recoup from a little intense sexual activity, once the sun had come up, their bodies, already deeply asleep, simply stayed in that state.

Had Angel not set the alarm for eleven, he'd still be asleep with them now.  But he'd gotten up and made a call, and within an hour the items he'd ordered had been delivered by courier directly to the Hyperion.  It was quiet downstairs; Wesley and Gunn were still asleep and probably would be for another hour or two at least.  He was the only one awake, but not for long.

Just then, as though called into being by his very thoughts, Illyria's lashes fluttered lightly, and she sighed, shifting beneath the covers.  It took a few minutes, but her eyes slowly opened and focused on her surroundings.  She stared up at him as Angel lay on one side, propped up on one elbow, looking down at her.

"Did it work?" she asked groggily.

He nodded.  "It did.  How do you feel?"

Illyria gave the question due and solemn consideration, then finally nodded, a somewhat surprised look on her face.

"I feel well."

"The magik gives you accelerated healing, Blue," Spike said with a yawn, woken by the conversation taking place beside him.

"I'm sorry, Illyria..." Angel began.

"Do not be," she said, interrupting him.  "I wanted to do it.  You told me what was required, and I agreed to it.  I'm glad we were able to successfully complete the ritual as planned, though I will admit that I did not think it would be so difficult."

"That's an understatement," Spike said with a snort, rolling to his side and propping himself up beside her in a mirror image pose of his sire.

A puzzled look filled her face at that moment, and she reached up and tentatively touched her head.

"What happened to the shell's hair?" she asked, bewildered.

"All gone," Spike answered with a rakish grin.  "Well, 'cept for your eyebrows and lashes.  'S one of the changes, apparently.  I quite like it, actually; it's very fetching.  Sexy," he added, waggling his scarred brow in response while his tongue peeked out from behind his teeth provocatively.

Illyria closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on the shell and the changes that had taken place upon and within it.

"My skin is more sensitive than it was," she finally said, opening her eyes.  "Even this thin piece of fabric," she said, indicating one of Angel's 600-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, "feels... odd.  It is strangely stimulating," she finished, looking surprised.

"Feels good on your naughty bits, don't it?" Spike asked, rubbing a hand against the sateen-like finish of the fine threads.  "Not so nice as silk, mind you, but cotton does breathe better," he added.

"And I'm the poof," Angel said with a smirk.

"Oi!  Just enjoying a bit of finery on my block and tackle.  'S completely normal, I'll have you know.  And you are the poof.  Poof," he added for good measure.

Angel sighed and rolled his eyes, then turned back to Illyria.  "You'll get used to it after a bit," he explained.  "But your responses will always be heightened now, more than they have been in the past."

She nodded.  "What else has changed?"

Angel hesitated for a moment, then drew the sheet slowly back, until her torso was bared.  Three sets of eyes inspected the slim figure critically.  Illyria reached up and lightly brushed her now very-prominent nipples, sucking in a gasp of air at the resultant sensation.

"So different," she murmured, her fingers still playing over the turgid flesh while the two vampires watched with avid interest.  "And here," she said with awe, one hand abandoning a breast to stroke lightly over the now-exposed clit.  She wasn't prepared for the strength of the sensation and shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head as an unexpected climax swept through her.

When she opened her eyes lazily a minute later, there was a glint of excitement there.

"I believe I shall enjoy my new state," she said without shame.

Angel and Spike both grinned, looking very much like the bad boys they once had been, back in the day, and now, at least in Angel's case, pretended daily not to be.

"What else?  Is there more?" she asked, obviously anxious to explore and experiment with her new body.

Angel nodded.  He slid a palm over her belly, pushing her hand out of the way, then probed gently between her thighs.

"You're skin is more sensitive.  It will heal faster and be more elastic.  That means you'll stay tighter, too," he added, working first one and then two fingers into her tight channel.  She spread her legs to accommodate his large hand, arching up abruptly when he hit a spot inside, behind her pubic bone.

"This is called the G-spot," he told her, rubbing over it as she gasped and writhed.  "The nerve bundle should be triple what it once was.  And there should be new nerve bundle here," he said, removing his fingers and sliding them back to probe at the tight bud of her anus.  Human females don't have a prostate gland, but you have the equivalent now," he said, finally breeching her to slide deep inside, until he found the new nub.

Illyria cried out and arched up again.  Angel stared down at her, then nodded to Spike, who slipped behind her so that she rested against his chest.  Angel moved to kneel between her legs, and then slid fingers into both channels.  He carefully found both nerve bundles, positioned his thumb over but not touching her clit, then nodded again to his childe.  Spike's fingers closed on her nipples and tugged hard just as Angel thrust fingers in to rub firmly on both spots, while at the same time he brought his thumb into play over and around the swollen, plump nodule of her clit.  Illyria screamed in shocked surprise by the force of the orgasm that swept over her again.  More amazing was the fact that it didn't stop.  Angel and Spike kept working her sensitized flesh and she kept coming, consumed with ecstasy.  Only when Angel nodded again did they finally stop and let her body relax back to the bed.

"Oh, god," she said hoarsely, the phrase so very uncharacteristic of her previous speech patterns, but sounding a bit like the girl they'd loved so much.

"How do you feel now?" Angel asked, watching her closely.

"Wonderful," she said, her eyes still at half mast.  "It did not hurt at all.  I think I could do that forever now," she added, a trace of amazement in her voice.

Spike nodded and smiled.  "Just like the pet you saw at the conclave, luv," he agreed.

Illyria moaned softly, rubbing her hands lightly over her belly and breasts, enjoying the new, more intense sensations in the aftermath of her climax.

Angel and Spike shifted once more until they lay along either side of her, as they had a few minutes before, joining their hands to Illyria's to stroke her sensitized flesh gently.

"There's one thing left to do, pet," Spike murmured softly, nuzzling against her throat.

"What?" she asked, her eyes drifting closed, and sounding a bit again like Fred in her hazy lassitude.

"By taking on this new role, you've chosen to become a full member the House of Angelus.  You need to go through the final initiation now by completing what Angel began yesterday."

"How?" she asked, tilting her head to expose her neck further for his teasing ministrations.

"You need to present yourself to the Master of the House.  You haven't learned that position yet, so I'll teach it to you now.  Come on, luv, on your knees."

He guided her into a kneeling position near the foot of the bed.  Unlike the other two kneeling positions she'd learnt, in this one her knees were spaced much further apart.  He pressed upon the curve of her shoulder and she lowered herself to the bed.  Finally he rearranged her arms so that her forearms rested flat to the mattress, above her head, wrists crossed.  He inspected her from all angles, lifting her hips up a bit higher and correcting her elsewhere as needed while he instructed her on the lore of the position.

"All positions represent submission to the one they're performed for, but this one in particular is a submissive offering of everything you are and have.  It is never made to anyone other than your master or a master above him in your direct line unless your master commands otherwise.  It might be made as an act of contrition for wrong-doing – not in place of punishment, mind you, but more often as an addition to it.  The most common occurrence is upon a claiming or official recognition as a member of house, clan or order, in response to a master's acceptance of you as one of his own.  Normally this would have followed yesterday's ritual for all of you upon admittance to the House of Angelus, but Angel let that part slide, considering the circumstances of your participation.  Now, though, you've gone well beyond any stage of pretense and the claim needs to be formalized.  This is one of those formal situations we discussed yesterday, Blue, so remember your place," he admonished.

Spike made one more correction, then nodded.  "There you go, pet; perfect.  She's ready," he said to the dark haired vampire who stood off to one side, arms crossed over his naked chest as he watched his childe prepare their pet for him.  He dropped his arms to his sides and walked slowly around the three open edges of the bed, inspecting her from every angle, trailing a hand along her flanks, back, buttocks and between her thighs.

"Illyria, there's another thing that you and the others haven't been trained in yet," Angel said as he circled her.  "A member of a vampire's house or clan is not permitted sexual release while in congress with their master, unless he allows it.  This is going to be particularly difficult for you in your sensitized state.  Because of that, and since you haven't had a chance to be fully trained in this area, I'm not going to hold you to that today, or in the near future.  It will be expected of you eventually, though, so do your best.  Lastly, this is a vampire rite," Angel explained as he positioned himself behind her.  "That means pain and blood.  But your body is stronger now than it was before, and will heal quickly..."

His voice trailed off.  There was really no point in trying to prepare a creature who couldn't know what it was to be a vampire, not even an ex-God-cum-sex-pet who now inhabited a preternaturally strong and resilient human shell.  Luckily she was already dripping wet, thanks to her new physiology and its response to all the recent touches upon her hypersensitive skin.  He positioned his cock at her entrance and thrust in all the way, seating himself deeply within her.

Illyria cried out at the abrupt invasion, the sound muffled to the bedding beneath her, but otherwise stayed still.  With barely a pause Angel began a strong, long stroking motion.  The tissue that had torn yesterday, and already healed since, tore again, and blood dripped down her trembling thighs.  His pace quickened and with a rolling growl he arched deep and released.  He held himself there, pumping his seed deep within her, then finally stilled, his head hanging low as he got himself under control.  His fingers played over her back, then tightened again, and when he pulled out he was already hard once more, his erection dripping with his cum and her blood and slick juices.

Illyria had amazingly managed to stave off her own climax, though her whole body now shook with the strain of the attempt.  There was no respite for her though, as Angel repositioned himself and thrust in again, this time through the tight ring of her anus.  She screamed and clenched her fingers until blood dripped from her palms as well as where he plumbed her depths.  Angel angled his thrusts to miss the new bundle of nerves as much as possible, trying to help her keep her control.

With her new level of sensitivity it was impossible that Illyria would not experience extreme stimulation, though, no matter what he did, but both Angel and Spike were astonished and impressed when she kept her orgasm at bay yet again.  She shook and wept, but maintained as rigid a posture as she could as Angel pounded her body into submission.  Finally he let go.  As he shuddered his pulsing release into her in long, undulating waves, he let his fangs drop.  He fell forward and with a quick downward strike they slid shallowly into the flesh of her neck.  They were retracted almost immediately, however, and he only sucked lightly at the blood that welled up while his release shuddered through him.

"Good girl," he murmured between licks, stroking his hands along her arms, letting her bear his weight.

Finally he pulled out and straightened up, stretching languorously.  While he did, Spike urged Illyria around and up on her knees to face him.

"Clean him off, pet," he instructed.  "No hands."

She put her hands on her thighs in an attempt to still the shaking, but it was impossible in her aroused state.  Still, she kept them there as she licked and sucked his half hard cock and thighs until he was completely clean, and fully erect once more.  He took her by the arms and eased her away, then pulled her back to the top of the bed, settling her against the pillows and himself beside her.  He gestured to the other side and Spike joined them.

"You were so good, kitten," Spike whispered, letting his hands join his sire's to soothe her.

Angel nodded toward the messy apex of her thighs and Spike eagerly repositioned himself once more, lying between her open legs and beginning to clean her off in the same way that she had done with Angel a few minutes before.  The taste of human blood was like ambrosia, but his sire's cum was almost better.

"You were, Illyria," Angel repeated the praise as his childe worked happily below.  "You were so good.  It must have been so hard to hold off like you did.  Spike and I are both proud of you.  I'm going to let you come in a minute.  Can you wait until I tell you that you can?"

She whimpered, writhing as Spike delicately lapped her flesh, but nodded.

"Good girl," he said again, rubbing the flat of his palm up and down through the very center of her torso, carefully avoiding her hyper-sensitive nipples.  Finally he shifted his weight over her a bit and leaned down to blow cool air against one straining peak.  Glancing down at Spike, who was watching him closely, he nodded.  Spike spread her labia open wide, exposing the swollen bud, then closed his lips around it and began to suckle.  Illyria cried out, but Angel timed it perfectly, bending to give a light lick to one nipple while rolling the other between his fingers gently.

"Come now, Illyria," he commanded, an instant before he closed his lips and fingers tight about both.

The combination of his and Spike's ministrations had the anticipated effect.  Her climax was so strong that Angel and Spike, each draped partially upon her to hold her still, were lifted up with her arching body, while her wail echoed over-head.  It didn't stop until they'd pulled completely away from her flesh, letting the flushed arousal cool.  Spike knelt between her legs for a few minutes, stoking her thighs as they trembled with after-shocks, until Angel reached down and grabbed an arm, urging him upward.  Finally the three were nestled together, Illyria pressed tight between the two vampires.  Angel glanced over the other two to the alarm clock sitting on the bed-side table.  It was almost three o'clock.  They had an hour.

"I have something for you, Illyria," Angel murmured, nuzzling against her neck where the puncture marks were already closing over.

"For me?  What?" she asked.

"Come on," he said, tugging her up with him and off the bed.

Spike got up as well and all three went into the small en-suite kitchen and sitting area.  A box waited on the table.  It had already been opened, and beside it sat two small velvet cases, each about six inches square.  Angel picked one up and opened it for Illyria to see its contents.  Spike peered over her shoulder and his eyebrows went up as he whistled in surprised appreciation.

"What are they?  Jewelry of some sort?  They do not appear to be gold," she added with disapproval.

"They're titanium.  Even gold isn't a pure enough metal for body piercings," Angel explained.

"Body piercings?  They are worn attached to the body?"

Angel nodded.

"This shell has holes in its ears for such jewelry.  I cannot find a function for them besides that of decoration."

"Body piercing is decorative," Angel agreed, "but the jewelry can also provide physical stimulation, both for the wearer and a sexual partner.

Illyria tilted her head as she continued to examine the jewelry and consider what he had said.  "Where will these go and how will they stimulate?"

"This one is for your tongue," he said, indicating a barbell with tiny nubs over the surface of one sphere.  "It has tiny ball bearings in it that make it vibrate."

"Vibrate?  Is vibration on a human's tongue stimulating?  I would not have thought so."

"Is if your tongue's on my cock, Blue," Spike said with a smirk.

She nodded.  "Yes, I imagine that would be," she agreed.  "What about these?" she asked, indicating two other simple barbells with smooth spheres on either end.

"They're for your nipples," Angel explained.  He picked up a long, delicate chain from the velvet that had small rubies set an inch apart on its length.  "The chain can hook around them.  It's mostly decorative."

"And these?" she said, touching two simple captive bead rings.

"One for the hood over your clitoris.  The bead rests on the clitoris for direct stimulation.  The other is for right beneath the first one, through the clitoris itself."

She stared down at the jewelry, touching it lightly, and over her head, Spike grinned at Angel, who smiled back.

"Who's going to do the piercings, peaches?  As if I had to ask," he added with a smirk.

"Who's the best at body work, boy?" came Angel's quick retort.

"That would definitely be you, Angelus, hands down," his childe wryly agreed.

"I like them," Illyria said.  "When will you do it?"

"Now.  Sit there," Angel said, pointing to the leather reading chair in the corner.

She sat down and he emptied the larger box onto the table.  In it were twenty hollow-point needles and a forceps, each individually wrapped to maintain the integrity of the autoclave sterilization process, along with a box of individually wrapped sterile cleaning pads and a small jar of numbing gel.  He arranged these on a tray and set them on the table next to the chair where Illyria waited, along with the box of jewelry.

He and Spike each set a kitchen chair to either side of the leather one and sat down, Angel by the tray of equipment and Spike on the other side.  Angel handed Spike the forceps before cupping Illyria's chin.  She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and Spike attached the forceps to the end and held it tight.  Angel tore open a sterile pad, wiped down the surface on both sides, then dabbed a bit of the numbing gel on.  He opened a sterile needle and in a flash it was through the flesh.  It took a minute to get the barbell in place, but finally it was done.  Spike released the forceps, then opened a sterile pad and wiped it down in preparation for the next piercing.

"How does that feel, Illyria?" Angel asked.

She rolled her tongue and sucked on the ball a bit, then nodded.  "Interesting."

"Ready for the next one?"

She nodded again, still preoccupied with the sensation of the vibrating ball on her tongue.

Angel swabbed down a nipple and applied the gel first this time, and then Spike attached the forceps to the tip and pulled outward.  Illyria grimaced a bit at the tight hold on that sensitive flesh, but otherwise remained silent and still, watching the proceedings closely.  The needle was pushed through from the side and the open shaft of a barbell inserted.  The other sphere was quickly screwed on and it was done.  Angel didn't pause, but instead quickly repeated the process on the other nipple.  Illyria didn't watch that one, seemingly engrossed by the sight of the first pierced nipple.

"What do you think?"

She reached up with both hands and lightly grazed her nipples with the pads of her fingers, sucking in a hissed breath at the sensation.

"Nice," she replied in a very un-Illyria-like way.

"Last two, luv," Spike said.  He lifted her right leg and slung it over his left shoulder, and Angel did the same on the other side, so that she was spread open wide with their hands left free.

Angel sterilized Illyria's outer and inner labia area, then dabbed gel on her prominent clit.  Spike used the fingers of one hand to spread and hold the lips open, then attached the forceps and pulled the flesh out from her body.  They worked quickly now, and the needle was through and the ring inserted within minutes.  Illyria hissed and arched up a bit, but managed to stay relatively still.  The hooded bit of flesh was last, and that was also done quickly.

The forceps were set aside, but Spike and Angel held her legs up for a minute more, inspecting their work, while Illyria craned her neck to look down from above.  One ring overlapped the other, the tiny ball of the inner one resting right below her clit, while the one above sat directly on it.  Angel glanced at Spike who nodded and smiled his approval.

"Well?" Angel finally asked, looking up at Illyria.

She reached down and toyed with both rings and shuddered, but this time managed to hold off her climax, though it obviously took quite a bit of effort.  "I think they will make controlling my orgasms more difficult, but I like them," she finally said once she'd gotten herself back under control.

Spike laughed and Angel smiled.  Her legs were let down and they helped her to her feet, then Angel took the ruby chain and slipped it over the outer edges of both barbell spheres on her nipples.  It hung in a double loop to the middle of her ribcage, and such was the change to her nipples and the delicate nature of the chain, that the chain didn't tug them down at all, but appeared instead as the perfect means to display her pert breasts.

"For a normal human it would take weeks for piercings like these to heal fully, but I think yours will be fine sometime in the next twenty-four hours, given your accelerated healing," Angel explained.  "You'll stay with us again tonight, just to make sure everything's fine."

Illyria took a few steps to test the feel of her new jewelry, then nodded, apparently satisfied.

"What is in this box?" she asked, pointing to the second velvet case on the table.

Angel opened it to show her a black leather collar.  She picked it up to inspect it more closely.  At the buckle and loop, a D-ring was attached over top of a circlet of highly polished steel.  At the center of the circlet, on the leather itself, a beautiful ruby was embedded.  Upon the leather band, all about its perimeter, the words 'Illyria, Property of Angelus' were heat embossed to give a subtle, water-mark appearance.  Angel took the collar and secured it around Illyria's neck.  He stepped back and looked her over from head to toe, then nodded.

"You are a credit to my house, Illyria," he said, kissing her brow.

She cocked her head and nodded her thanks.

"Yeah, yeah, enough, already," Spike said, grabbing them each by the arm and tugging them toward the door.  "I'm dying to see Wesley and Charlie-boy's faces when they see this," he said with glee.

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