By Lady Sirona sirona@rcip.com
masturbation and m/f sex [Buffy Angel]
Spoilers: None. Takes place after Bad Eggs.
revised 6/23/98
Disclaimer: The characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. They are the property of Joss Whedon and the WB. I am using them purely for my own amusement. This story contains female masturbation and male/female consensual sex. If you are offended by such material then you should not read this story. For distribution, please email author.
This occurs in a universe where there is no gypsy clause to the curse :)
Buffy left the park where she and Angel had spent their time together, hugging and kissing. They had come to the edge as they have of late, and he had run as usual from their building passion. Drat the man... she wanted more than this teasing and kissing...hot and horny, she went home knowing well the fact she would once again have to solve her own sexual heat problems....
Buffy went to her room, gathering up her supplies. Masturbation had become somewhat of a production for her of late.. but she didn't mind. It was worth the effort.
Smiling to herself in anticipation Buffy went into the shower and turned it on hot, and she slowly started to cleanse herself. This was her beginning ritual to her masturbation fantasy where in her mind she was preparing herself for making love to Angel, and she wanted to be perfect. She lathered up her hands and slowly ran them all over her body, down her sinewy arms and across her pert breasts. She briskly soaped her abdomen, and ran her fingers through her pubic hairs as she soaped every part of her body. She played with her nipples and pulled and tugged on them, and felt the answering response deep within her womb. She washed her hair slowly and luxuriously, and when done rinsed her entire body. Getting out of the shower she enveloped herself in an humongous fluffy towel and dried herself off.
She walked to her room wrapped in a towel to lay on the bed nude. She had a bowel of ice water next to the bed and a towel, the key to her fantasies. She placed her hands in the ice water until they were so cold she couldn't feel with the fingers, then dried them on the towel. Slowly she started to stroke and play with herself with her cold hands, imagining it was Angel who was touching and pleasing her...She had his jacket on the bed near her head, ..the smell of it reminded her of Angel and made her fantasies become real in her mind. She as usual she had been totally prepared, except this time she forgot one major thing...to shut her blinds....
As he usually did, Angel came up to Buffy's window to watch her sleep. At first he thought she had gone to bed with his jacket, and then he realized she wasn't sleeping... no not at all. In total shocked astonishment, he gazed at her through the window.
Buffy was sprawled on her bed, nude, with Angel's jacket near her face. Her legs were spread and she was giving him a perfect view of her secrete lips. She was slowly playing with her nipples, and massaging her breasts, occasionally pinching and pulling at the nipples. As she got more excited she turned her face into the jacket .
She ran her hands down her body and while one hand played with her breast and nipple while the other one massaged her pubic hair and lips, slowly inserting one finger and then another, playing with her clit. The moistness built and flowed. She had her eyes closed and she imagined her cold hands as Angel's as they stroked and pleased her. His hands pleasured her, playing with the nipple until it was a hard little bud sensitive to the warm air of her room. The other cold hand played with her hidden lips, and stroked her clit rising the stimulation sending pleasurable waves through her and the juices flowing. She moaned and started to buck her hips into her hand faster and faster as the tension built in her and she rode the crest of pleasure, until she obviously came hard. " Oh Angel" was what she cried at her orgasm...
Angel was dumfounded. She was masturbating and she was thinking of him! He wanted to be in there with her so bad it hurt. He had a raging hard on, his dick was straining the material of his pants, but he was afraid to disturb her... and then, even though he thought the show was over, it took a new twist.
Buffy hung over the bed and pulled out a small 4 inch dildo, shaped like a mans penis, dripping wet...she slowly started to insert the penis into her hot love box, and slowly move it in and out, pinching her breast with the other hand, she started to move it faster and faster. Angel watched as the passion flushed her skin...and then she did a mysterious thing, she took it out of her... and dipped it into a bowel of ...ice water? She rapidly swished it around and then plunged it into herself again and continued to pleasure herself with the ice cold cock...
It dawned on Angel... She was making the penis 'cold'...like he was cold. He was often afraid to touch her, crucially aware for their temperature differences. She told him it didn't matter... now he saw plainly that it really didn't matter, in fact, she gloried in the temperature difference. Just as he realized it, she rolled over onto he stomach, thrusting and impaling herself on the cold penis inside of her as she hugged the jacket. She start to pillow talk into the jacket.. Angel listened with rapt attention his hard on getting stiffer and larger.
"Oh Angel... harder... I need you so... deeper... I love your cold cock inside of me... I love you..Please Angel! Deeper!'' Buffy was thrashing and thrusting on the dildo " Please, Angel.......love me... I need you so much!"
Angel couldn't stand it any more, he entered her window...she never heard him enter... she was too busy pleasuring herself within her fantasy of him, just as she said " Oh... Angel... please.... I love you... I need you to love me!" He reached down and touched her back "I am here to do that."
Buffy was in heaven... she was nearly to orgasm and her fantasy felt entirely real... then she realized there was someone touching her back! With a squeal she rolled over and looked right into Angels eyes...a smile was on his lips and he reached down and pulled her into his embrace and kissed her...deeply and thoroughly. The kiss wasn't the little playing kisses they were used to doing...it was a sensual deep kiss of a lover.
"I love you Buffy" he said as he stroked her body..."I'm here.. you won't need this" and he gently removed the dildo from her vagina and dropped it on the floor.."I have the real thing" He slowly looked at her as he touched her gently.
"Angel?" She looked scared. "What did you see?" She asked blushing deeply.
"I saw everything" He bent down and he kissed her. He stroked her breast with his cold hands in the manner she had done...and then he kissed and suckled the breast while playing with the other. She arched back and moaned partially saying his name. He took his time. He knew she was a virgin, and the little dildo she played with was no where near his own 9 inch proportions.
Buffy looked up and the love in her eyes was blinding. She slowly pulled his shirt off and felt his cold skin against her body. He continued to suckle, and she was amazed at his consistant sucking until she remembered he didn't need to breathe...that thought lead to another...how long could he go down on her, not needing to breathe?
Almost in response to her thought his kisses started to go lower, he licked and suck and nibbled his way down her abdomen, and 'munched' on her pubic hair, slowly dipping his tongue down along the outside of her lips. She moaned and squirmed and he repositioned his body down at the base of the bed, grabbing her hips with his hands and then he 'packed a lunch to stay the day'.
Angel loved the musky smell coming from her, and slowly started to lick the juices flowing so freely, she moaned and squirmed and bucked. He just slowly continued to lick and tantalize her. Gently he played with her clitoris with his tongue and she bucked like his tongue was an electric prod. He just held on tight and continued..
Her passion was building like it had never built when she pleasured herself. Wave after wave of peaking delight. She felt his head between he thighs and no matter how hard she clamped her thighs he never stopped. She thrust her pussy into his face in a animalistic growl, she needed something but had no idea what.
With one hand, Angel reached down and stripped of his pants, kicking them off as Buffy fucked his face. He waited until she was mindless in her action and then with vampire quick movement he changed position and was atop her with his man hood plunged deeply within her. Feeling her warm moist vagina tear with his entrance and then clamp down and milk him for all he was worth as she came.
She came in a massive orgasm with just his entrance into her. She looked up into his eyes, passion flooding her face and moaned deeply and then she bucked her hips to meet him. "I love you" was all he said to her as he started to rock with the rhythm old as time.
Buffy was sated and complete with the man she loved between her legs and deep within her. She didn't care what the morning would bring...he was hers tonight. She didn't think it was possible but she was starting to build tension again. *Could you die from too much orgasm?* She wondered for a moment before loosing her thinking ability
Angel started to feel her respond to him again and he smiled. She was an open book. He felt his own passion building and decided this was not the night for an all night marathon, deflowered virgins tended to over reached themselves if not cared for properly. As he felt the passion building and he new he was close to his own orgasm the smell of her virgin blood from her deflowering filled his nostrils and bloodlust came over him. He wanted to do as he had done to many of his victims for a hundred and more years, and drain her at the moment of orgasm....but he wouldn't. He couldn't, this was Buffy. He reached and leaned forward and instead of biting her neck, sank his fangs into her pillow as he moaned with his own orgasm as he pumped his juices into her as she came with him.
Buffy was shocked to find Angels face buried in her pillow as he moaned with his own orgasm. She felt the ridges on his face against her face and realized at orgasm he had changed into game face. She realized she really didn't care, and she tipped over into her own orgasm.
She laid their trying to catch her breath, while he didn't move. She wondered if he was unconscious. He slowly raised his head and spit out feathers, she laughed. He looked so cute, in game face, spitting out feathers stuck to his tongue. She realiezed then how close she had been to him really biting her. Fear laced through her.
"Are you all right?" She asked as he morphed back to human. "Yes" he replied as he stroked her shoulder and ran a finger down her arm to rest on her breast. "You almost bit me didn't you?" She asked with her eyes wide. "Yes" he replied as he hid his head from her. "But you didn't" She lifted his head to see blood tinged tears in his eyes. *Ann Rice was right about that!* "That was why you were so afraid to make love to me?" She asked realizing just why he had been so afraid of their building passions of late. "Yes" He replied softly. She kissed him deeply, she felt a feather he hadn't gotten out of his mouth yet. They played tongue hockey with the feather until they were giggling.
"So, now what is your excuse for not making love to me?" she eyed him challengingly
"Allergic to feathers?"
Fin
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