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Title: What
William Likes
Author:
Miss Murchison
Rating:
NC-17
Disclaimer:
All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy,
etc. Only the lame plots and dialogue herein are mine.
Notes:
Buffy/Drusilla. Written for
Blue
Larkspur as an entry in a Femslash Ficathon organized by
Saraslash.
The request was for smut, consensual, if possible. I'm not sure
how well I succeeded, so read at your own risk.
Feeling brave?
Assume that in S6, Buffy went
to find Spike in his crypt and ran into someone else . . .
"So," said Drusilla, her voice
smoldering with passion and triumph. "This is what my William
likes."
Drusilla's naked body slid over Buffy's glistening bare flesh, her
tongue lapping up the salty sweat that coated the Slayer's golden skin.
Her mouth teased Buffy's breasts, belly, and thighs.
"Mmmm," moaned Buffy. She lay sprawled across the big bed in Spike's
crypt, making no effort to return Drusilla's touch, but not moving away
either. Her head moved from side to side, and the pink tip of her tongue
darted out to lick her lips.
"I had to know," said Drusilla, as she spread Buffy's thighs wide and
settled herself between them. "I had to know what it was that drew him
away from me, what could turn the taste of him to ashes in my mouth. I
needed to know what is it is about a Slayer that could make him lose his
appetite for me." She lowered her head and licked into Buffy, surprised
to find the other woman's quim already rich and moist with internal
juices. Drusilla growled, barely maintaining her human countenance, as
she realized just how wildly arousing the taste of her William's Slayer
was. She had been excited when Spike had fed her another Slayer's blood
- but this!
Buffy's gaze was gentle and unfocused, but she mewled with pleasure. Her
hips bucked up against Drusilla's mouth, clearly begging for the vampire
to continue. Drusilla was happy to comply, finding it far more enjoyable
than she had expected to complete this first half of the mission that
had drawn her to Sunnydale.
During the trip here, she had cursed herself for giving in to the
impulse to learn more about the woman who had stolen her lover. Now, she
understood what had compelled him, why he had made himself a slave to
his beautiful enemy, why he was content to kneel before Buffy and
pleasure her until the Slayer's body shuddered with waves of passion.
Not that Drusilla would fall into that same thrall. No, Drusilla's game
was to bring others under her power. The vampire smiled as Buffy
screamed, her whole body quaking as she came uncontrollably. Yes, here,
in the bed where Spike had bowed to the Slayer, Drusilla had made Buffy
her puppet, brought her to unwilling climax, and left her panting and
sated.
"Now that I've satisfied this appetite," said Drusilla in silken tones,
"It's time for me to taste something else you have to offer." Catlike,
she moved on all fours up to the head of the bed, switching smoothly to
game face, her eyes fixed on Buffy's throat.
But Buffy twisted suddenly to one side, reaching for something under the
bed. Drusilla cried out and lunged after the Slayer in anger, but Buffy
flung herself back, and a moment later she was straddling the vampire.
"No fair!" cried Drusilla in a little-girl tone, feeling real dismay at
last, but too late. Her arms were yanked up above her head, and a moment
later, her wrists were straining uselessly against the shackles that
bound her to the bed.
Buffy was smiling above her, legs locked around Drusilla's waist, a
cat-that-stole-the-cream smile on her face as she rocked back and forth
and rubbed her cunt against the vampire's satiny flesh. "Comfortable,
Dru?" she said. Her thigh muscles clenched around the other woman's
ribs. "I am."
Drusilla gaped up in astonishment. "You pretended! " she hissed. She
collapsed back against the mattress, stunned at the realization that her
psychic powers had failed so utterly. "I never had you at all, did I?"
"No," laughed Buffy. "At least not in that way."
"I should be very cross with you," whined Drusilla.
Buffy rocked some more, still smiling, sliding down now to rub against
Drusilla's pussy. "Your hip hypnotist act didn't have any effect on me.
I just felt like playing along. And, I know where Spike hides all his
lovely little toys, so now I have you."
The vampire began to thrash beneath her, trying to use her powerful
lower limbs to kick off the Slayer, but Buffy swung around and captured
each of Drusilla's long legs, shackling her to the footboard with her
ankles spread wide apart.
Suddenly, the fight went out of Drusilla, and her dark eyes stared up at
Buffy with something closer to understanding. The Slayer was crouched
over her captive, drenched in sweat, her hair in wild disarray. The
vampire tried to guess whether it was passion or murder that was
reflected in those green eyes.
"You're not going to stake me, are you?" asked Drusilla at last, her
voice small and child-like.
"No," said Buffy. The Slayer touched one finger to Drusilla's chest,
just over the vampire's still heart. Buffy caught her lower lip between
her teeth, eyes hooded as she let that finger trail down Drusilla's
body, over the flat belly, across creamy white thighs. "Well, not just
yet. I have some curiosities of my own to satisfy first."
Buffy's head bent, and she caught one of Drusilla's taut nipples between
her teeth, massaging the underside of that breast with her thumb until
the vampire began to moan as the Slayer had done a few minutes before.
Buffy took her time, seeming to relish every inch of flesh, enjoying
each sigh and groan that she forced from the vampire's lips. At last,
she bent her head between Drusilla's thighs. "I've wondered what this
would be like for a while now," she said. "I've never done this before."
Drusilla gasped at the first touch of Buffy's tongue, and a moment later
it crossed her mind to wonder if someone as good at this as the Slayer
was could really be a novice. Then she stopped thinking entirely.
Buffy was hard at work, like a woman who enjoyed her job, probing deep
into Drusilla's cunt with tongue and fingers, massaging her clit. The
vampire was thrashing beneath the other woman again, but not with
violence this time. The Slayer's hand slipped under Drusilla's ass,
pulling her up and opening her even more to Buffy's mouth and tiny,
strong hands.
Drusilla screamed over and over again. Slowly, her cries faded to
whimpers. "You have a magic of your own, Slayer," she gasped at last.
"No wonder you stole my Spike from me. I never had it like that before!"
Buffy raised her head, eyes gleaming like a cat's in the dark. "No?" she
asked, her voice husky and gloating.
"Not - not quite like that," said Drusilla, ashamed now to have made the
admission, but unable to take it back. "Not as good as that, ever
before."
"Really?" said the Slayer, and there was a note of triumph in her voice.
"I'm surprised. Where do you think I learned this? This is what my
William likes to do to me."
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