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maryperk73703Chapter 6
The Immortal stepped through the portal with a suitcase full of money. His eyes immediately found Angelus, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Little did anyone realize that he had settled for Darla and Drusilla when he realized he couldn't seduce the tall dark-haired male vampire.
"Your fee has been transferred to your Leseid dimension account, Mr. McDonald," the Immortal said in a husky voice when he saw the Wolfram & Hart lawyer.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, sir." Lindsey bowed his head to the Immortal. He finally had enough money to buy his contract from the Senior partners. "Over there is Angelus' owner." He directed the other man to where Andrew and Jonathan were sitting watching the stage show.
Lindsey and the Immortal went over to do their business with the Sunnydale teens. Introductions were made, and the Immortal just told them his name was Morty. There was no point in scaring Angelus just yet.
"Slave, go with this man. He's bought a few hours of your time," Andrew informed Angel.
"We're rich," Jonathan said. His eyes were glued to the suitcase that Morty had placed on the table. "Let's go back to the lair and count it."
Andrew nodded with great enthusiasm, his slave completely forgotten in the anticipation of money. The two teenagers promptly forgot everything else including the two acquaintances on the stage and the scary girl at the door. They grabbed the suitcase, and they hurried out of the Rusty Beaver.
Morty eyed Angel. The leather pants and collar made him pant with desire. "Come with me, my darling Angelus. Let's find some privacy.
"Yes, sir," Angel replied. Outwardly he complied with Andrew's orders, but inwardly he was screaming with terror. Not because he knew about the upcoming sexual encounter, but because he thought the Immortal was going to hurt him.
The Immortal dragged Angelus towards the private rooms at the back of the Rusty Beaver.
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Wilkins gasped for air. He could feel his lungs expanding and contracting within in his chest. He wondered what kind of germs were in his wife's coffin. Maybe he should have had her transferred to a more hygienic location.
Wilkins never thought he'd die in such an undignified situation. Hell, if he admitted it, he thought he would never die. That was the whole idea behind the ascending, wasn't it?
Wilkins realized that his underling Finch was next in line to be mayor. This made him just a bit angry as he didn't think Finch was good enough to take his place. He was a little scared that he might not be able to get out of the coffin.
"Help me!" Wilkins screamed. He pounded on the coffin lid. "Let me out of here!" He gasped as he used the last few ounces of precious oxygen.
"Wilkins... I've been waiting a long time for you." A voice boomed in Wilkins' ear.
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Trick shivered in the coolness of the winter night. He wasn't used to being cold anymore. He tried to reach the blanket on the bed above him, but stretching his old muscles hurt too much.
Trick shivered again, and he discovered even that hurt. <I>Wilkins is so dead when I get out of this. I should have known better than to trust a human,</I> the ex-vampire fumed.
Trick's eyes grew tired and weary. He could feel his heart racing in his chest even as his breaths slowed down. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Damn it, he was a vampire. He was supposed to live forever.
Trick listened to the night time noises of the nursing home as he drifted off to sleep. It was a sleep his poor mortal body would never wake up from.
"Trick, at long last. It's time for you to join your soul... IN HELL!" A voice boomed in Trick's ear.
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"Is that Xander and Oz on the stage?" Amy asked. She peered at the two men wiggling around on display.
"Is that Angel going into the backroom with a man?" Faith asked. She watched the departing men, and she missed seeing Andrew and Jonathan slip past her and out the door.
"Focus!" Amy snapped her fingers at Faith. "Those demons are ogling my Oz. Although, he is kinda cute in tights!" She wiggled her eyebrows.
Faith turned her attention away from the soulled vampire. After all, he knew how to take care of himself, and it wasn't any of her business who he wanted to play pocket pool with. She looked up at the stage. "The guys are getting lots of tips, though."
"Look, it's Faith and Amy." Xander nudged Oz.
"The Calvary." Oz nodded. "Wonder where Buffy is."
"Off boinking Willow and Cordy," Xander muttered bitterly.
"Faith's eyeing your wings pretty closely, Tinkerbell," Oz snickered.
"Amy seems to like your tights." Xander gave the girls a wave.
"So, a plan?" Oz asked. He peeled off his shirt to throw at a drooling demon. "Some of these guys are pretty gross."
"See anything we can use for weapons?" Xander eyed Razor, who was standing at the end of the stage. "You didn't happen to bring your tranq gun, did you?"
"Wrong time of the month."
"Yeah, right." Xander pulled his shirt off. He realized there were two demons vying for his attention, and he wondered if he could play them off of each other. Or possibly the old bodyguard over there. Xander jumped off the stage, and he danced his way over to the uglier of the creatures.
"What is he doing?" Faith muttered as she watched Xander leap from the stage and approach a demon. "He's gonna get himself killed."
"Maybe he has a plan." Amy noticed that Xander kept glancing back at the raised dais.
"You have any tricks up your sleeve, witch?"
"A few. Maybe," Amy said. "Let's get ready to rummmble."
"You've been watching too much Monday night wrestling, girl," Faith teased. She stepped forward, and she yelled at the demon that Xander was whispering to. "Hey you! Get your paws off my guy."
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Cordelia let out a shriek when Spike's cock lengthened and thickened within her tight passage. She was unsure if she would be able to move without coming instantly. Instead, she started to tighten and relax her inner muscles around the intrusion.
Cordelia stared down at the woman sprawled out on Spike's legs. Willow's plump ass cheeks quivered with her panting, and Cordelia could see the witch's puckered little asshole. She reached out, grabbed the pale globes, and spread them apart for a better look.
Willow bleated in anticipation of Cordelia's plans, whatever they might be. The dark-haired woman had a nasty streak when it came to sex that turned Willow on. This was something neither the witch nor the Slayer had realized until after they had embarked on their affair. Now Willow appreciated how Cordelia contrasted with Buffy's tenderness.
"Next time, Wills, I'm going to wear my dick, and you're going to fuck it with that tight little ass of yours." Cordelia continued to squeeze the vampire's hard rod as she spoke. "Mmmm, just the thought of you riding me while my pussy's full of hard vampire cock makes me all juicy."
Willow keened with renewed arousal. She could visualize the picture that Cordelia's words painted quite clearly. Spike on his back, smirking sexily. Cordelia perched atop his body, her tanned skin a sharp contrast to his paleness. A brightly colored dildo poking up from Cordelia's private parts where Willow knew she was already intimately joined with the Spike. Willow shuddered. She knew she'd gladly impale herself on Cordelia's strap on.
Cordelia glanced over her shoulder to stare at Buffy. The sight of the Slayer with her head thrown back made the dark-haired woman's pussy contract with arousal. She could see that one of Buffy's hands was tormenting her own breasts while the other twisted and pinched the pleasure button between her thighs. Then, she realized that Spike had his fangs buried in Buffy's flesh.
Cordelia turned her attention back to the redhead writhing on Spike's legs. She plunged the fingers of one hand into Willow's dripping pussy. She watched as the pink slit grew wetter and wetter from her ministrations. The witch's juices made her pale thighs glisten.
"Oh God, Spike." Buffy screamed. She reached out to grab Cordelia's shoulders to steady herself, and to have connection with the other females. "Yours. We belong to you. Only you."
"Yours," Cordelia and Willow echoed.
"So mote it be," the females cried out as one as yet another orgasm swept through the trio.
Spike grunted in amazement at how his mates were able to come in unison. Not to mention he had heard Cordelia's words to Willow, and he decided that they needed to invest in a video camera. He so wanted to see how he looked fucking his girls. Amazingly, instead of collapsing on him, his mates maneuvered around so that they covered his body with their own. The bleached blond vampire felt content for the first time since he had stumbled upon his girls snogging in the school library.
God, I've dusted and gone to heaven.
Spike sighed in contentment. He was still rock hard with only one orgasm to their four, but he had plenty of time to remedy the situation.
