Armageddon Saga
Chapter Six: Passions Revisited
By the Lady Sirona  ladysirona@LadySirona.com
   "Buffy, can we go somewhere more..." Angel drifted off.  What if she didn't want to be
     alone with him?  He had spent months as Angelus torturing her, killing her friends.  She  had
     tried to kill him.  Maybe she didn't want him...
            "Oh YES!" She kissed him deeply eradicating his worst fears with her soft mouth.

            "Your place or mine?" Angel asked softly as he nuzzled her neck. He had always thought
            that line was inane. Now it caused his blood to boil.  He loved the softness of her throat,
            her skin and eyes. He wanted to have her alone to himself more than anything in the
            world right now.  He wanted to show her the love he should have shown her the morning
            of her birthday.

            "Mine." She responded breathlessly.  "I am not allowed below the first floor...” She
            drifted off in her speech, lost in the sensation of his lips on her skin. She snuggled closer
            and pulled him toward the door. She knew if they didn't get to her bedroom soon, they
            were going to do it right here in the damn library!

            "Lead on." Angel smiled.  He really had no idea where she was staying in the large
            castle. He made sure of it, so he wouldn't go to her in the night.  He had wanted to be
            with her so bad that it hurt.  It had been one of the hardest things he ever did.

            They walked down the halls toward the suites, ignoring the surprised expressions from all
            they met on the way. The people watched in amazement as the Cucularaine and Slayer
            Prime walked along, lost in each other, while heading for the Slayer's quarters.


            Buffy led him into the suite she shared with Willow, Xander and Giles.  She invited him in
            when he couldn't cross the threshold.  Each suite was a private living quarters, and the
            invitation was needed for the undead to enter, if they had not already had access when no
            one was there.  She saw the pained look in his eyes as he was reminded of his vampiric
            nature.  She hugged him.  "I love you Angel." was all she said as he entered the suite.

            "Which room is yours?" Angel asked softly.  Being found by the others in the common
            space was not on his list of desired things to occur.  He needed her, and to have the
            others catch them making love in the living room was out of the question. Buffy nodded
            toward her bedroom door.

            Angel quickly scooped her up and carried her across the room into the bedroom, kicking
            the door shut behind him.  He was so strong!  He carried her like a bridegroom carried
            his bride to the marital bed!  He was hers again!  Her heart soared as it beat with
            surprise and with anticipation. She could feel herself becoming aroused and moister at
            the thought that she was finally in her bedroom, with Angel.

            Buffy just lay in his arms limp, absorbing his attentions. She looked up into his eyes with
            her large expressive eyes.  Angel looked at her as he laid her on the bed; she was so
            beautiful! Her large eyes looked deeply into his soul as he took the sight of her in.

             She looked up into his eyes and then her eyes misted over with tears.  Alarmed, Angel
            asked her "What's wrong Buffy?" Buffy looked at Angel with her heart breaking.  She
            loved Angel, but he now 'belonged' to Tirla. He had committed himself to 'serving' Tirla
            for 121 years.  There was no room in his life for her! This time was stolen from the
            potential ending of the world.  "Tirla." was all she said with all the pain in her heart
            causing agony in her voice.

            Angel looked at Buffy.  How she had suffered from him. Obviously, she thought his
            'service' to Tirla included his body and heart.  She had no idea how wrong she was. Her
            heart had been crushed by Angelus' actions, and then when he got his soul back, Tirla had
            taken him away from her, crushing her yet again.

            "My obligation to Tirla was to help her set up for, and to fight in the battle with the
            Demon Lord."  Angel sat down next to her and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "I have
            never touched her, nor do I ever want to.  I love you, and it is you, and only you, I want."
            He leaned forward and kissed her deeply.

            Buffy's heart rose at his words.  He loved her!  He didn't want Tirla, and he wanted her!
            Buffy accepted this, and she melted into his kiss.  His tongue tickled across her lips slowly
            entering the warm recesses of her mouth to tantalize her tongue.  His cool touch of his
            tongue to her hot mouth aroused her.  He kissed her deeply and with all the love he felt
            for her. His hand stroked her face and trailed down her neck to her shoulder.

            Buffy ran her hands up his chest and across is back pulling him into the kiss deeper. Buffy
            knew what she wanted.  She had it once, and she wanted it again. She started to pull off
            his shirt.  He stopped his actions but maintained the kiss as she started to undress him.
            He stood up to give her access to his entire body, allowing her to continue undress him. It
            was erotic to have her do such.  She sat on the bed as she removed his clothes as they
            continued to kiss. She removed the shirt, running her hands over his cool chest and
            abdomen. She ran her nails over his nipples, and they hardened and rose at the rough
            touch. She felt his body's response to her touch. She loved the fact she had such an effect
            on him.

            She released his belt and slid his pants down his legs. He had kicked off his boots when he
            stood, and the pants fell to a pile at his feet. He stood up away from her kisses and
            stepped out of his pants. She ran her hands appreciatively over his body, and she came in
            contact with his hard erection. She looked at his straining member. Smiling, Buffy slowly
            dropped her mouth to its cool soft head.


            Angel watched her look at his body. He always knew he had a body the women liked.  It
            was one of the things what made Darla go after him in the first place, so long ago. But
            this was the first time he watched Buffy really respond to his body, and it aroused him
            more. This time the woman responding to his body was the woman he loved. He stared in
            shock as she leaned forward and placed her lips gently on his throbbing organ.  He never
            expected that of her!

            Angel's world exploded. All the sensation focused on Buffy's warm, soft, moist mouth as
            it wrapped around his penis. She had reached up with her hand and pulled back his
            foreskin, leaving his small head open and available to her oral touch. She slid it deep into
            her mouth until she slightly gagged and then her teeth lightly ran along his shaft as she
            slid it out.  She sucked and her tongue circled the head.

            The sensations were beyond anything he remembered. He heard moans, and realized
            they were his moans of pleasure. He caught himself as he felt himself starting to thrust
            into her mouth.  He didn't want to hurt her or ruin the mood.  She was still virginal and it
            was not the time or place to get aggressive.

            "OH baby, Oh Buffy…  Please!"  He moaned as she pulled away from him with her
            mouth. The sudden release of his penis to the cool air was too much for him, and he
            groaned. Angel battled with himself over feeling the need to transform into his demonic
            face.  He wanted to take her then, hard... but he knew he needed to control.  He wanted
            to stay human as long as possible, but damn it she was making it hard!

            Buffy removed her clothes quickly while Angel was distracted in his need for
            self-control. She lay back on the bed and opened her arms in invitation. He slowly opened
            his eyes to the sight of her lying on the bed, nude, with her legs slightly apart in open
            invitation. She had a glorious smile on her face, and her arms open, inviting. He moaned
            in pleasure while he sank into her arms. He accepted the blatant invitation. God, she was
            beautiful!  She smiled as he slid into her embrace, his cold body a sharp contrast to her
            hot passion.


            When they first got together early in their relationship, the temperature difference
            between them used to distract her and drive home their differences to her. Now, the
            touch of his cold skin enflamed her passion! She could feel her body becoming hot and
            wet at her core, craving his cold invasion. She needed him to soothe her passion.

            Angel kissed her deeply and then trailed light kissed down her neck. He nuzzled her
            neck, nipping and biting and sucking on the tender soft flesh. He was amazed that The
            Slayer would allow any vampire, never mind one who tormented her as Angelus had,
            access to her neck as such. The trust she showed him did more for ending his guilt and the
            pain in his heart, than the sexual act their activities promised.

            She squirmed and moaned as the sensations drove her into a sexual frenzy. She never
            realized before just how sensitive her neck was... and he did so have a neck fetish! She
            remembered a piece she read on vampires... they had an oral fixation... Now, just what
            could he do to her with that mouth?

            She found out as he moved lower, and attached himself to her breast. He sucked in her
            taught nipple, running his teeth over it and then sucking it. The contrast between rough
            and gentle drove her wild! She squealed and grabbed the hair on his head, holding it hard
            as he continued to nip and suck on her nipples, first one then the other.

            Angel then kissed his way down her body while pinning her down. She thrashed gently
            enjoying his domination. They both knew she could have gotten free in a heartbeat if she
            'really' wanted to... but the power play and the passion increased with the little bit of his
            domination.

             He nibbled his way across her abdomen. He seemed to be moving slowly, as if each part
            of her flesh he took in his mouth was his ultimate goal. He worked each expanse of flesh
           as the only thing in the world at each time. The sensation was driving her crazy! He
            nibbled along her pubic hair, and anticipation took her breath away. He and pulled on her
            pubic hair lightly with his teeth, she moaned and thrust herself into his face. She opened
            her legs and moaned.

            Never one to pass up an invitation to enter, Angel kissed her hidden joy. He tasted her
            arousal in the moisture in her hairs and lips. The taste was exotic and all Buffy. "Oh OH”
            was all she could say as he ran his tongue over her soft velvety lips. He dipped into the
            core and brushed the center of her pleasure, as she seemed to forget how to breathe.

            Angel ran his tongue over her clitoris and held her down and held onto her hips as she
            bucked her hips, slamming her thighs together on his head. He smiled, and continued his
            oral administrations; thankful he didn't need to breathe. He continued until her breaths
            were ragged.

            "OH ANGEL PLEASE!" Buffy cried out frantically pulling at him. She needed him so
            badly and he was driving her insane! She pulled at is hair trying to get him off so she
            could get him in!

            Angel knew what she needed. He came away from her, her juices smeared on his face.
            He got up on his arms and positioned himself between her legs. Slowly, he inserted
            himself into her gently, past her warm moist lips into her molten core. She moaned and
            tried to hurry him, but he felt he needed to take his time with her...to feel her and to build
            her passion. As he inserted himself into her slowly he then came to a stricture. She still
            had a part of her hymen! Surprised, he realized she had remained faithful to him since
            their one night had not been enough to render it void completely.

            She growled through her lust and thrust up suddenly into him, impaling herself on his dick,
            thrusting him through the remnants of her maidenhood. "OH YES ANGEL!" She cried
            as she thrust hard against him, taking him inside to the maximum. The smell of her blood
            was in the air, and his eyes rolled back as he thrust hard into her, claiming her as his
            woman.

            Angel began thrust hard into her to meet her demands for the more vigorous activity. She
            grabbed a hold of him with her legs in a bone crush grip. Buffy was purring, moaning and
            thrashing as he plunged into her depths. Angel relaxed into his rhythm and enjoyed the
            effect he was having on her.

            Buffy dug her nails in his back as her body racked with a massive orgasm, crying out
            "Angel!" He looked into her flushed sweating face as he continued to thrust into her and
            her passion began to peak again. Eighty years of celibacy from when he got his soul until
            the night he made love to her on her seventeenth birthday had done nothing to lesson his
            vampiric stamina. He planned to give her the night of her life.

            Buffy was helpless. She couldn't do anything but orgasm repeatedly. She felt his hard
            cold dick deep inside of her, thrusting and pressing, making them one. She was beyond
            thought.

            Angel felt himself building physical tension he had never felt as a vampire, and was
            amazed. He had been told vampires don't orgasm by ejaculation, but climaxed through
            the act of feeding. But he felt it his juices building. He luxuriated in the feeling, as her
            muscles clamped down on him as she climaxed, and then they started to peak together.

            "Buffy!" He cried as he started his orgasm. Buffy felt him start to come, his muscles
            tight, his head thrown back, his body supported up on his arms. She looked up into his
            face as he transformed in the depth of his pleasure, as she felt his cock pulsing inside her
            as he bathed her inside with his juices.  She felt welded to him, a part of him. He came
            down, fangs extended and she bared her neck to him. He bit deeply as he pumped his
            juices into her in his orgasm, she felt him draw blood. She joined him her body aflame and
            her nerves jangling.

            He collapsed onto her waiting chest, as he tried to gather his strength. He tasted her
            blood on his tongue, and felt her ruptured skin in his mouth. Guilty, he looked into her
            eyes to meet her radiant smile. She was accepting of him. The Slayer Prime loved her
            vampire lover enough, to bare her throat in his orgasm! He felt as if he finally came
            home.

             "Ah, Ah." was all she could say. He smiled, "I love you too," and kissed her gently. He
            pulled her close to him and they snuggled down, drifting off to sleep, secure and loved in
            each other’s arms.


            Buffy woke from her dream of making love to Angel, in stark terror, her heart beating
            rapidly and a scream dying on her lips. The last time they had made love, she had
            released the demon Angelus... Did it happen again? She rolled over with her eyes wide
            with fear, her heart in a panic, to be met with his wide-awake and sane eyes.

            "I am still here Love." He said slowly, drawing her into his embrace to calm the fear
            coursing through her body. "I am so sorry Buffy, I remembered the last time too. I am all
            right.” He kissed her head lightly and held her tightly as she slowly relaxed.

            "Oh Angel,” She started to speak her voice hoarse. “Making love to you this last time...
            that was awesome!  Incredible!"  She stroked his body and smiled as his body responded
            to her attentions. "What happened?  It was so much more..." She drifted off, at a loss
            how to describe her feelings.

            "Intense?"  He smiled as she lay in his arms enjoying her touch. "We did better, because
            I wasn't...  afraid." She grinned mischievously, and soon he had a hard time talking, as
            she stroked him into hardness.  A quick touch at her core showed she was wet and moist
            and ready for him. "Oh Buffy I need you so much!"  He moaned as he slid home again,
            deep inside her, and started to make love to her again.


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