Armageddon Saga
Chapter  Thirty:
Both Sides of the Same Coin--
By the Lady Sirona  ladysirona@LadySirona.com

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            He stripped off his clothes and lay down next to Buffy.  She slid into his embrace sound
            asleep and he smiled. He laid back and thought what The Lady Tirla had done.

            They arrived, and before he could do anything she commanded is attention and he
            followed her to her ritual room.  She had done some Magickal workings and set up
            watchtowers and guardians. They then sat in the circle and she led him on a guided
            meditation.

            But he couldn't remember where they went. When they came back she had him feed off
            her. She wanted him strong and she fed him her ancient blood. He felt the remaining
            damage from his fights and battles heal almost instantly. The power he absorbed from
            her was incredible!

            Finally she put him into a meditative state and left him there for a while.  He never really
            understood what all she was doing. All she told him was he gave his oath and it was
            necessary. He looked down at the woman in his arms and sighed.

            There was a very large chance he wouldn't survive the upcoming battle.  Buffy was
            pregnant with his child and he may never see it, and he may be leaving her alone to bring
            his child up. He pulled her close in a desire to protect her.  But he knew he couldn't.  She
            would go to the same battle and she may not survive either!

            A strong possessive feeling ran through his body.  He needed her, he loved her, and she
            was HIS! Angel had been with Tirla all day, and now he needed her but he didn't want to
            wake her. He lay in the bed just enjoying the feeling of her against his body.  So warm,
            and soft.  So loving and so trusting.

            His stroking became more and more firm and arousing.  She awoke to find Angel stroking
            every part of her body in a long luxurious possessive manner.  She stretched and turned
            to him and kissed his chest. “Oh baby, I missed you so much” he was nuzzling her ear. “I
            want you... now”

            Buffy was amazed.  Where usually he is gentle, almost scared to even touch or stroke
            her...he was being strong and forceful.  It was as if he was claiming her as his, and she
            loved the way it felt! His grip was strong and the stroke were not those of the usually
            hesitant Angel but more aggressive and more in command.  He was becoming more and
            more aroused, and was purring and growling in his throat.

            Buffy felt his hard erection thrusting against her and she wanted to feel him inside of
            her.  He rolled her over and was kissing her with strong commanding licks while his
            tongue plundered her mouth claiming all within as his.  Buffy was amazed. Angel was
            never this forceful, this self-assured. She LIKED it! “I want you now too!” she purred as
            he stroked her. She was wet with anticipation.

            He growled and then started to lick and kiss his way down her body.  She was awestruck.
            He reached her core and he licked it with a relish that set her to nearly screaming.  When
            she tried to get away from the intense sensations, he pinned her to the bed with a growl
            and continued. She couldn't stand it and came in a flash of lights. He laughed as he lapped
            up the juices that came with her orgasm as if it was fresh blood to him.

            He continued to lick and suck and nibble and he teased her mercilessly. When she
            couldn’t stand anymore he changed positions faster than she could track and buried
            himself in her flesh, rapid and quickly before she had the ability to accommodate in
            stretching her to the limit on his erection.  He thrust hard impaling her on his cold rod.

            Buffy let out a scream and she climaxed repeatedly. He held her down and continued to
            thrust into her with increasing power. He was careful not to go to deeply, as not to hurt
            the child. But she was his woman and she would know it!

            She came in a long stuttering cry and he stopped his pelvis thrusts and went back down
            with his mouth to her molten core which was now open like a flower for his enjoyment.
            He started to give her a thorough tongue lashing as he roughly thrust  his tongue into her
            again.  She came with a cry and was begging "No more!"

            She felt totally his woman, and to his strong male virility she felt totally submissive, and
            loved it!

            Angel chuckled low and deep in his throat and slowly inserted himself back into her and
            started to make long luxurious love to her.  All there was him and her, their bodies
            intertwined and their souls as one.  She couldn't believe he was being this forceful and in
            such command.  She loved it!

            When he became rigid with his own impending orgasm, he bent forward and sank his
            fangs into her right jugular, “MINE!” was all she heard as her world exploded into
            incredible sensations. Angel had bitten her before but it was always a small tiny bite and
            he seemed to hate himself afterwards for it... now this was a strong bite and the sensation
            it gave her was beyond anything she ever thought possible!  Fear was beyond her. All
            there was, was him and her.

            She was totally possessed by Angel in every way, emotionally, and physically, and she felt
            totally submitted to it. “You’re mine. Forever!” he mumbled in her ear. Her heart
            warmed and she loved the passiveness!  She melted into him.  They toppled into a deep
            sleep pushed their by their passion.
 
 

            Buffy awoke thoroughly ravished. She had read about such passion, and always thought it
            was a fantasy. Angel was always so gentle with her, he would hold her as if she was glass
            and would shatter with a hard touch.  He was always so afraid of his vampire side, but
            this time he let himself go and it was incredible! She was sore, every muscle hurt, and she
            felt as if she truly belonged to him body and soul.

            “Awake, I see?” He looked at her, passion in his eyes. “My Lady approves?” he was
            grinning with a building passion, his eyes slightly yellow heralding the change.

            “Oh yes. That was awesome!” She snuggled up against him while running her hands over
            his hard body. He was already ready for her again. He thrust into her hands when she
            found his erection and moaned deep in his throat when she grasped him and stroked. He
            laid there, and then he smiled a wicked smile and rolled over, pinning her to the bed.

            “Beg.” He growled at her and nibbled her neck and across her collarbone. “Beg me for
            it!” She moaned as he dragged his cock along her wet and waiting opening.  So close yet
            so far away.  She tried to thrust him home but he evaded her tunnels wish to capture
            him.. He continued to rub himself along her clit and opening driving her crazy!

            She moaned, “Please...Oh please.” She squirmed and thrashed -- she started to use her
            Slayer strength. He would have none of that and he slid into game-face and kept her
            pinned. “You’re helpless Slayer. To whom do you belong?” he growled in challenge to
            her. "Who is your man?"

            “You. I belong to you.” she moaned, and tried to get him to enter her....

            “Beg.” he growled deeply.

            “Please...I need you inside me... give it to me”. She pulled at her arms. She was held fast.
            She tried to impale herself on his rod -- only to tease herself senseless.  The head was
            just tickling the outside!

            “Tell me what you want” he growled.

            “I want you to fuck me” she moaned and then growled back. “Fuck me, Fuck me hard.”

            “Who do you belong to?” he growled pinning her hard to the bed so she could barely
            move.  Her arousal skyrocketed.  She needed him so much! “Who do you want to fuck
            you?”

            “You. I belong to you. I want you to fuck me hard!” She was frantic.

            “You are MINE!” He thrust himself inside her while his fangs buried in her neck. He
            thrust into her hard, rapidly, claiming her and all she was as his. She rode orgasm after
            orgasm. Finally he came hard inside of her with a deep loud growl in her ear, “MINE!”

            She came with a stuttering breath and a scream of his name.  She melted into him, totally
            loved and totally possessed. He held her gently, and was licking at her neck and breasts.
            She didn’t feel weak, she felt invigorated! She knew despite the two bites he did that he
            took very little blood. It was the act of biting he was obviously after.

            “I love you.” She ran her fingers through his hair.  She looked at him, he seemed
            uncertain, even a little scared.

            “I... love... you....” He hid his face in her neck and hair as if he was ashamed of his
            actions... “Do you still love me after this?”

            “That was fantastic. I wouldn’t want to do it all the time, but it was awesome.” She bit
            him on the ear, and then nuzzled it. He looked at her shocked, “I didn’t know you had it
            in you.”

            “I always have it in me.” He seemed hesitant.

            “You always treat me like I will break.  I am the Slayer so I won't break.  I loved it, and
            you!

            He grinned and rolled over and pinned her again. “You’re my woman. You carry my child.
            You’re MINE!” He kissed her with commanding mouth that claimed her as his.

            Before he could start again The Lady Tirla entered the room “Angelus.” her voice broke
            the mood. “Attend me now!” Angel looked up in full game face and growled deeply, when
            Tirla didn't back off he rolled off Buffy with a low snarl to face Tirla. He was nude, he
            stood before her in his entire male splendor, raging hard on standing at attention..

            “Fetching sight.” she raised one eyebrow as she appraised his view. “We are now
            entering final battle readiness. You will remain in your own room, alone, until the final
            battle. You,” she pointed to Buffy, “will leave him alone unless my directed business
            requires you to be in contact. Do not disobey me.  Upon this the whole battle depends.”
            Tirla looked at them.

            Buffy sat stunned with tears in her eyes. Separated, not to be together until after the
            battle? They may not survive the battle!  They may both die or he may die!  Did Angel
            know that when he came to her? She looked at Angel. Angel was obviously upset, and
            was slowly working his way toward Buffy, longing and lust in his eyes. Tirla saw his
            motion.

            “Now Angelus!” Tirla snapped.

            Angel growled and dressed quickly with short quick angry movements.  Once dressed, he
            reached over and roughly pulled Buffy’s head back and kissed her positively on the lips.
            “MINE.” he whispered into her mouth and then spun on his heel and strode out.

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     Buffy sat and stared at the door. “I’m sorry.” Tirla’s voice broke into her pain. “I *need*
     him to want you. I need him to be totally possessive and unsatisfied.  His possessiveness
     of you will be my key to wining the battle. The Demon is as besotted with you as the soul,
     they now both claim you and want you, just what I need.”

            “I don’t need the ensouled vampire with a paralyzing conscience. I don’t need a demon
            with no mind. What I need is Angelus, both parts working for a united reason. YOU.  The
            mind, thoughts and knowledge of the soul, with the viscous fighting destruction of the
            demon.  As one Final concise battle plan and focus with one thought and one thought only.
            To destroy the one thing that threatens you and his child.  The Demon Lord.”

            “You’re bonding or blending Angel and Angelus!” Buffy realized. Oh my God now she
            remembered the laugh, the grin. Angelus!

            “Yes. I already have. Now the demon has had a taste of your loving, and wants it as badly
            as the soul. Now you need to stay away from him, make him need you, make him want
            you.  No contact except for what is needed to prepare for battle. The world's survival
            depends on you *not* sabotaging me in this. If you disobey me, and you cause either
            Angel or the demon Angelus to be the main control, and we will lose the battle.”

            “Oh God!” Buffy sank to the bed where they were so passionate and cried. Angel was
            now lost to her, and she may never hold him or love him again! They may not survive the
            battle and she would not hold him until after...

            Tirla looked at the girl with pity in her eyes.  She was one of the most formidable Slayers
            Tirla had ever seen.  He path would be hard and her heart would be broken.  The fates
            are not kind to those who are world savers, this she knew first hand.  “I’m sorry. After
            the battle, I will release him from his service to me, should we survive.” Tirla turned and
            left.

            Buffy flung herself onto the bed and buried her face in the pillow and cried herself to
            sleep.

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