SCRIBES OF ANGEL
FanFic
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Strange
Fruit
Bulletproof
She was a sensual, sensuous creature in all things. In the thrill
of the fight, the throes of desire and indeed even in the mundane burden of the
everyday.
Like now. Something so unextraordinary, so commonplace, she still managed to
convert to the most erotic sight Angel had ever seen.
She was eating a mango, the evidence of which lay liberally spread across her
mouth, cheeks, chin, dripping seductively down long, elegant fingers and making
steady tracks down her forearms with an almost deliberate slowness.
It was torture.
She grinned like a wicked child, stealing another mouthful of the sweet fruit,
her eyes flitting shut at the delicious cold that seeped through her system,
shivering as it overtook her completely, all from the small, simple bite.
And she took another. And another. Twisting it between her fingertips so that
no abundant piece of flesh was left unattended.
Her eyes, slowly, laboriously lifted as the main body of the mango had fallen
away into the abyss of her mouth, hints of the white seed peeking through what
remained of the fruit.
She grinned, a predatory gleam shining through as she eyed the prey that lay
prone in her hands, surrendered to the bliss of the attentions she gave it with
her mouth and tongue, a slow, welcome death.
Her mouth opened wide to latch onto the seed, scraping her teeth across the
hard core's surface and drawing the fibers of its fine hairs into her mouth,
stealing away the flesh that still clung desperately there.
A small smile of satisfaction crept across her face, allowing the fruit some
small reprieve from her attack as she allowed her captured mouthful to trickle
down her throat. This was the best part. The slightly sour tinge that coloured
this resisting part of the fruit only served to make the conquest of it all the
more sweeter.
She performed this act again and again, sucking the fibers into her mouth with
gentle force before relenting to swallow the fruits of her efforts.
Finally, she came to the last threads that were still the mango, taking the
entire seed into her mouth.
Angel wondered if she had indeed deep-throated it, mesmerised by the still
insistent sucking actions of her mouth as her throat gently milked the last of
the flesh down to her belly.
She slowly withdrew it from the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, teeth still
draining the last dregs which she eventually released and allowed the silky
hairs to run back and forth across her upper lip and soft palate.
Sighing, she placed the cleaned seed on the plate that lay waiting on her bed
before noticing the trail of juice that still lay on her fingers and arms.
Grinning at this added bonus round, she proceeded to lick down the side of her
hand, decidedly forgoing her delectable fingers, saving them for last and
followed the path left for her.
Angel growled at the sight. Here was his lover, licking away at her own silky
flesh after having tasted another's, perhaps finally able to realise the
sweetness that he himself found there.
Surely, he decided, this was too much for a man to take.
That is, until she took a long digit into her mouth and mimicked her earlier
assault on the mango's seed.
His roar was lost to the night wind, rushing by him as he finally sped towards
and through her bedroom window, holding her hand out of the way in a tight possessive
grip as he plundered her mouth tasting of the sweet fruit's nectar.
He broke the kiss abrutply, breathing hard to calm himself before he firmly
took a finger into his own mouth, steadily holding her in his unwavering gaze.
Buffy grinned, her little girl voice hitting straight to his groin.
"Jealous?"
He shook his head, a smirk of his own on his face as he took her other hand and
finished it off.
"Just looked like fun." came the gentle rumble of a reply as he
quickly dropped to his knees, making short work of the robe that rested
comfortably on her shoulders.
He inhaled, her scent so strongly spicing the air, he knew she was more than
ready for him, but he looked up at her anyway, half asking for permission, half
daring her to stop him.
She simply graced a smile on him, placing her hand at the base of his neck and
guiding his head towards her core like leading a starving man to water.
But here he needed no leading, running his tongue up and down the opening of
her netherlips before he teased them apart, able to then enter her in an
exploratory sweep across the sensitive flesh that lay beyond that entrance.
She gasped at this light, teasing contact, urging his head closer with the hand
that still lay wrapped around his neck.
He grinned against her swollen skin before delving into her, stiffening his
tongue as he invaded her with short, sharp jabs, one hand grabbing hold of her
tiny waist, forcing her against his assault as his other was snatched away by
her own, pulling it to her mouth to take his fingers into her mouth, the sweet
undulations of her tongue against his skin not unlike the spasms that soon
overtook her core.
Angel's cock strained against the tight denim of his jeans, imagining it within
her mouth instead of his fingers, imagining it just within her and he quickly
bought her to orgasm using a few nips of blunt teeth on her clit and she
responded in turn, sucking furiously on his digits which only served to anger
his cock further.
"You really shouldn't do that, you know," he ground out, referring to
her inflamatory actions as he flung off his clothing into unknown corners of
the room, "biting off more than you can chew."
'More than I can chew, huh?" she wondered aloud, drawing him towards him
by his hard hips, their positions bringing his cock to bounce directly in front
of her face, "Maybe you should give me some practice then."
Angel gulped. Hard. Shaking his head with much, much difficulty. his voice
barely carried, "Need to be in you. Right now."
"Right now, huh?" she asked, standing on the bed and sliding down his
body until he was deep within her, both gasping at the sensation, "I think
I can handle that."
Angel's response thundered through the room as he collapsed them onto the bed,
instantly pounding into her as both were long past the need for foreplay.
His pubic bone slammed again and again into her clit as the tip of his cock
dragged repeatedly across her already over-sensitised flesh.
Sensing her crisis, Angel raised himself on his elbows, watching the orgasm
crash over her beautiful face, a breathy "Bite me." coming from her
lips as she pushed him towards his neck and he took a mouthful of her sweet
nectarous blood.
Giving his own strangled cry, her walls gripped him unrelentingly and massaged
his seed out of him.
He collapsed then, to the pillow of her chest and she cradled him there,
brushing a soothing hand through his hair.
"I think now I know how the mango feels."
Angel grinned, "Well you're a pretty strange fruit. A tease of a one at
that."
Buffy looked up, an innocent veil over her eyes, "Me?"
"You knew I was there. Watching you with a raging hard-on. I could smell
you, Buffy. And you didn't once invite me to join the fun. You've been a very
bad girl, Buffy."
"Then maybe you should punish me." she said so softly, Angel could
only hope he wasn't dreaming.
"Maybe I should." he replied through gleaming fangs.
END