Angelus strolled back into the mansion whistling off-key. He had left his childer to sleep so that he could prowl Sunnydale alone and torment the Slayer. It was always fun to see her stuttering and uneasy, throwing her off balance emotionally. She was all threat and no follow-through. He knew she wouldn’t kill him; he looked too much like her ex-honey which played in his favor.
Angelus entered Spike’s room and was just closing the door when he heard the lilting tinkle of Dru’s laughter and Spike smooth accent coming from the adjoining bathroom. He followed the sounds and stopped in the doorway, leaned against it and watched them.
Drusilla and Spike were leaning back against opposite sides of the tub. Drusilla giggled as she watched Spike tickle her feet while he washed them. He soaped up her whole leg to her knee and then rinsed the rag out. While he scrubbed the suds off her body, he licked her skin from the arch of her foot, up her calf to her knee.
Angelus saw Spike move with some difficulty, but not enough to hinder him from his teasing. He shifted his sights to Drusilla and saw that she still wore the harem chain. Ever the dutiful childe, she wouldn’t take it off until her Sire said so or did it himself. He hadn’t meant to leave it on her this long, it had slipped his mind. Rectifying that situation, Angelus rolled up his sleeves to the elbow as he walked into the room.
Spike had felt him in the door but chose to concentrate on Drusilla instead. He knew his Sire loved a good show. Now, he watched as Angelus walked around behind her and sat on his haunches. The dark vampire reached in front of her and released the clasps on the nipple clamps. Tears of relief brimmed Drusilla’s eyes when the pressure was removed. Angelus dropped them in the water and then caressed her torso as he reached to release her belly chain.
Tugging the chain loose from Drusilla’s body and pulling it out of the water, Angelus dropped it beside the tub. Spike had taken her hair down before the bath, so the locks draped over her shoulders. Angelus pulled her hair behind her back, exposing his mark on her neck. Drusilla whimpered when he buried his face in the crook and reached in front of her to massage the feeling back into her abused nipples.
Spike sat back and watched Angelus with a mixture of annoyance and mild arousal while he caressed Drusilla’s legs. He felt himself grow hard at the display. His gaze turned hot as his Sire’s hands teased her nipples and watched him suck on his healed mark. Spike’s own mark tingled at the sight. He reached up and rubbed it absently.
Angelus could feel Spike’s eyes on him, which is why he made a big show of nibbling on Drusilla’s neck. Her cooing sounds made her throat vibrate under her smooth skin, and he growled softly in response. He pinched her tender nipples hard, causing her to cry out even as she arched her back.
“Go crawl up in Spike’s lap,” Angelus whispered, his smooth voice rumbling near her ear.
As Angelus stood up, Drusilla sat up and floated over toward Spike to sit in his lap with her back to his chest so that she could watch her Sire. Angelus unbuttoned his shirt half way before pulling it up over his head in a haste to get the garment off. Then, he unbuttoned and yanked the fly open on his pants before pulling them down, kicking his shoes off before he pulled the pants off.
He climbed into the tub of heated water and took the place that Drusilla had vacated. Both of his childer had watched every move trying to figure out what he was up to now. Not that the sex earlier wasn’t gratifying, but Spike knew his Sire better than that. Angelus was in this for the amusement, and right now, that amusement was apparently keeping him guessing on what would happen next. For all he knew, Angelus could take Drusilla from him now and never let him touch her. That thought alone made Spike want to hug her tighter and never let go.
Angelus scented the uncertainty coming from his youngest childe and smirked evilly. His boy still held a sense of fear around him. That was good; smart even. No telling what he had a mind to do these days. Fucking soul had trapped him for so long, he was enjoying the freedom now and tormenting the little blonde slayer was just the icing on the cake. The things he could do to her, such as the things he had already done to Drusilla a few hours ago. Just the thought of how he had his way with both of his childer earlier made him hard.
Angelus shifted to his knees and crawled over to his childer. He pressed his nose against Drusilla’s skin and scented up her quivering stomach to her plump breast. He blew on the damp areola making her shudder against Spike, before taking the abused nipple into his cool mouth and laving at the tender flesh, helping to heal it. The action caused Drusilla to whimper and tears to form on her long lashes as she pressed back into Spike.
Spike’s cock was hard, pressing against the cleft of Drusilla’s ass. He held on to her hips as she ground back and forth along his length. What was Angelus playing at this time? He was enjoying his Dark Princess’ movements, but his Sire had him puzzled. What was he up to? What happened when he went out tonight? Did he run into the Slayer? If so, what did she do to have Angelus climb into the bath with them? He found it pretty sickening himself to be around a Slayer and not kill her. Angelus seemed to be making a game of tormenting her though. So, what brought this on?
Spike’s hands slowly caressed along Drusilla’s rib cage and when he saw Angelus move to the other nipple, he cupped his hand under the mound and lifted it. Just because he couldn’t figure out what his Sire was up to, didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy this while it lasted.
Although Angelus was teasing Drusilla, his eyes were on Spike, gauging his reaction. He could sense the younger vampire’s confusion and it only fueled his lust. He slid down under the water and parted Drusilla’s thighs as far as the tub would allow. Taking advantage of the inability to breathe, he shifted into his demon and ground the front of his fangs against her aching clit. She jerked in response. Spike’s rampant cock was underneath her, but he ignored it knowing it would aggravate the blonde. He didn’t want his childe to come too quickly and possibly injure himself even more. That wouldn’t do at all.
Angelus darted his tongue out to lick against Drusilla’s inner folds before thrusting inside. As he licked along her inner walls, he could still taste Spike inside her and growled, causing her to squirm. Feeling something float by him, he grabbed it and dragged it underwater with him. He pulled back from Drusilla to look at it.
Finding that it was one of Drusilla’s vibrating bath toys. It was something that kept her entertained but never used properly. Until now, that is. Pressing the sides, the toy came to life with a water-logged hum. He reached down and pressed it against Spike’s perineum while he returned to licking one childe’s semen from the other childe’s body.
Above the water, Drusilla mewled at the feeling of her daddy’s tongue and Spike yelped and then growled against Drusilla’s throat when he felt the toy pressed against the sensitive skin under his balls. If possible, his cock had moved to a more painful degree of being hard and trapped under her body.
Once Angelus was finished licking Spike’s taste out of Drusilla, he surfaced. Taking the toy from Spike, he put it against her clit and pressed the sides to make it vibrate. The feel of the toy against her sensitized flesh caused her to buck her hips up and cry out.
Angelus still wasn’t satisfied. He had just spent a better part of the evening with the Slayer, hearing her cry and spit empty threats at him for taking her beloved Angel from her. He thought coming home and teasing his childer would take the edge off. All that whining and crying from Slayer should have made him ecstatic, but now he just wanted the aggression. Tormenting her was getting old very fast. He often agreed with Spike inwardly over why he just didn’t kill her already.
He wanted to dominate her. Take everything away from her that mattered until all she could do was rely on him and then break her, like he had broken Drusilla and was about to do all over again, making Spike watch the whole thing. Make them both pay for the Slayer getting on his nerves.
Angelus growled at that thought and in his near madness slammed inside Drusilla nearly hard enough to cause internal bleeding. When she gasped painfully and cried out at the invasion, Spike shifted into his demon and growled at his Sire. Angelus growled back in frustrated anger and buried himself inside Drusilla so hard it knocked both of his childer against the side of the tub.
“What the bloody fuck is wrong with you, you insane bastard?” Spike growled.
“Oh, what’s wrong Spikey? Are you jealous that it’s not your body I’m using?” Angelus asked through gritted teeth.
“I’m not jealous, ponce. I’m trying to protect Drusilla. I don’t know what the bloody hell went on between you and the Slayer while you were out hunting, but I won’t let you take your anger at her out on Dru!” Spike’s yellow eyes blazed in anger.
“What are you gonna do to me, Spike? You’re an invalid. You’re only here because I let you be here. I could take Dru from you right now and you won’t do a thing about it. How are you gonna stop me?” Angelus snarled as he pounded into Drusilla.
Drusilla let out painful cries and agonizing moans as her Sire took his aggression out on her. He was so sweet to her a moment ago, licking her so softly and teasing her. Then, his mood changed and he slammed inside her so hard that she was certain something inside her had caved in against the assault. She was so intent on steeling herself against the pain, that she wasn’t even paying attention to the argument between Angelus and Spike.
Her Sire was pummeling her insides with more brutality than he had ever shown her before. She tried to shift position to better withstand the vicious thrusts, but Spike was behind her, hindering her movement. Finally, the force became more than she could bear and she screamed, “DADDY! PLEASE!”
Angelus shifted his yellow gaze to his demented childe. He yanked her head back by the hair and stared into her eyes. Genuine fear that he hadn’t seen reflected in dark blue eyes in a century stared back at him. That and confusion as to what she had done to receive such rough treatment at the hands of the demon she adored. He hadn’t seen Drusilla afraid of him this much since her early days as a fledgling. As if from a distance, he heard Spike trying to soothe her, but he still hadn’t let up on his aggressive thrusts.
“Sire! Angelus! STOP! You’re going to damage her!” Spike yelled at his Sire. Drusilla was shaking against him and it wasn’t from the pleasure-pain Angelus normally gave her. Whatever had happened while the dark vampire was out, he was now taking his anger out on Drusilla. The kind of violence Angelus displayed now was normally saved for Spike.
Angelus continued to stare into Drusilla’s eyes. He vaguely noticed her face etched in pain. He growled. “Who’s fucking you, Dru?”
“You are, daddy! PLEASE!” Drusilla begged as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Angelus could smell the fear on both of them. Spike didn’t know if he could stop his Sire from wrecking Drusilla’s body as he had her mind. Drusilla was still staring in fear at her daddy, silently pleading for him to ease up. She had stayed in human guise hoping to distract Angelus with her beauty and his constant obsession with it.
Angelus slammed his mouth down over hers and kissed her hard until her lips bled. Tasting the fear in her blood, he finally eased up and started to gently rock his hips into the cradle of her thighs. He reached over and laced his fingers in the back of Spike’s hair. Prying his mouth off of Drusilla, he turned and kissed Spike, sharing her blood.
Drusilla clutched at her Sire’s back, pressed her face against his shoulder and cried when the thrusts became tender and teasing. She liked when her daddy dominated her, but the most recent display was just too much. She wasn’t quite certain if anything had broken inside her yet, but the hard, demanding thrusts were so good at driving her to the brink.
Spike moaned when he tasted Drusilla’s blood. The punishing thrusts were now gentle rocking motions that had her body teasing him as his cock slipped along the cleft of her ass. He could hear her sobbing softly and mewling as their Sire buried himself in her repeatedly.
Sliding in and out of Drusilla was so good. His childe opened up to him so easily with her body, her moans and gasps, her nails digging into his back, creating deep furrows in the skin. A small part of him grimaced at how he treated her, but with the soul gone, it didn’t matter. Drusilla would conform to his wishes whenever he wanted. Now, if only Spike were so obedient.
Angelus bent down, took a tender nipple between his lips, and nipped at it with his fangs. He could hear Drusilla cry out from the pain before he lapped at the blood. He could taste the waning fear and the rising lust. It drove him on until he was once again pounding his cock into her body, delighting in her whimpers, crying and screams. His thrusts were causing her to move against Spike. He could see his boy’s eyes roll up at the feeling of her rubbing against his dick.
Angelus gripped the edge of the tub next to Drusilla. He pulled her head back by the hair with his free hand and leaned forward close to her ear furthest from Spike. “I’m sorry baby-girl; daddy’s been in a bad mood dealing with that pesky Slayer. I didn’t mean to be so brutal. Not that I won’t bleed you.” He licked up the side of her cheek near the shell of her ear. “Would you like that, Dru? Would you like me to fuck you so hard, tease your body so much that you’ll bleed so prettily? Maybe even feel Spike inside you when I do? Have you ride his cock deep while I fuck your tight little pussy? Would you, Dru?”
Drusilla’s senses were heightened with every word her Sire whispered in her ear. Her body fluttered at so many promises of fulfilling punishment and the bonus of having Spike inside her when it happens. Her inner muscles clenched around Angelus’ cock and she wiggled down Spike’s body to get her Sire even deeper inside her.
Spike could barely make out Angelus’ deep rumble as he whispered to Drusilla. Even though he couldn’t hear the words, he felt her reaction to them against his body. She was squirming against him. It was maddening. His head dropped back as she ground her ass down against him. Playing the invalid was even worse than actually being one. He wanted to push her over onto Angelus and thrust inside her, but his motor skills weren’t sharp yet and he didn’t know if he could stay balanced on his knees.
For all the attention he was getting tonight, he may as well be an observer or not even be here. He growled low in his throat in aggravation. Damn Angelus always was thinking about himself. Trying to punish Drusilla by nearly ripping her apart, and now the old man was making dirty little promises to her. What about my needs damn it?
Angelus could smell the anger and arousal coming off his male childe. He lifted his head from teasing Drusilla and looked at him. “Something wrong, Spike?”
Spike just growled in frustration. That had to be a rhetorical question. There was no way Angelus would be oblivious to my raging hard on. He reached down under Drusilla to tease his own cock and her ass.
Angelus felt the movement as Spike’s motions caused Drusilla to lift up slightly. “Careful Spike, would hate to have to punish you for hurting her.”
Spike sniffed derisively. “I wasn’t the one that was tearing her up a few minutes ago, ponce. So, don’t talk to me about hurting her.”
Angelus calmly pulled out of Drusilla. He heard her whimper in disappointment as he moved her to the other side of the tub out of the way. Turning back, he glared at Spike. “I thought we were over the whole territorial dominance, Spikey?”
“That was before you started hurting her, bloody wanker.” Spike growled.
“Beginning to finally grow a set of balls, I see,” Angelus sneered.
“I’ll show you a set of balls, pillock,” Spike said angrily before he threw himself at Angelus. He could feel his healing body protest, but he was too angry to care. He wanted to strike out at his Sire for all the torment since he came back to the family. Harming Drusilla was the last straw.
Spike curled his hands around Angelus throat and tried to topple him over in the bath. When that didn’t work he pulled back a fist and punched his Sire in the face. When Angelus merely laughed at him as if he were a puny mortal, Spike roared and threw a fist into his stomach causing him to double over a little. Angelus’ laughter was cut with intermittent coughing due to the air he had inhaled by laughing so hard at his childe’s efforts.
“Ah, Spike. That’s what I love about you!” Angelus chuckled as he grabbed Spike’s wrist and jerked the younger vampire around to face away from him and effectively pinning the arm behind the blonde’s back. He leaned over Spike’s back to whisper in his ear. “There’s a fire in you. Maybe I put the collar on the wrong childe, eh Spike? Maybe I should have used that collar on you last night instead of Dru, hmm?”
Spike growled and bucked, trying to throw Angelus off him. The dark vampire deflected the action and laughed evilly. “That’s right, Spike. Fight me. You always fight me even though you want it.”
“Don’t fight, Spike . . . daddy has such delights for you if you’re good,” Drusilla said from behind them.
Her eyes lit up when an idea came to mind. She could make Spike want it just as she did. A smile teased her lips before she turned and lay down on her back, submerging herself in the water. Then she moved along the bottom of the tub between her daddy’s and Spike’s spread thighs. Curling her long fingers around the base of Spike’s cock, she wrapped her lips around the head; she pulled back the foreskin and began to tease the bulbous head with her tongue.
Spike howled at the sudden touch of Drusilla’s mouth around him. He jerked back and nudged Angelus’ length with his ass. The dark vampire grabbed a fistful of short blonde ringlets and tugged his childe’s head back, causing his healing spine to bow uncomfortably.
“What do you want, Spike?” Angelus asked.
Spike clenched his teeth and tried not to move, but Drusilla was making that an impossible task as she teased his length with her tongue. He wanted to reach down and bury his hands her hair and work her mouth with his dick, but Angelus had him an awkward position and he was afraid of losing balance.
“What do you want, Spike?” Angelus repeated near his ear. “Do you want this?” he asked as he nudged the tip of his cock against his boy’s ass. When Spike refused to answer, he slapped his open palm against a muscled ass cheek. “Answer me, boy.”
Drusilla was still working her magic on his cock with her tongue and Spike was doing everything short of gnawing his own lips off to keep quiet. After the brutal display with his Dark Princess earlier, he was afraid to voice his need. Who knew what kind of state of mind Angelus was in? But, then again, what if his silence made his Sire that much more of a bastard?
When he still refused to answer, Spike felt Drusilla’s delicate hands creep up the back of his thighs to spread his ass cheeks apart, giving Angelus a great view of the rose-colored entrance. That was if he was even looking. As it was now, the dark vampire was leaning over his childe’s back waiting for Spike to say something. When Angelus felt the muscular globes part and his dick slide between to nudge against the hole, he growled deep in his chest.
Spike unconsciously groaned when he felt the head of his Sire’s cock against his opening. Between that, Drusilla’s mouth, and Angelus’ growl, the sensations were maddening. He felt his Sire pull away from his back and then the gentle caress of fingertips before the rake of nails down his spine.
Angelus heard Spike hiss quietly. He reached down in the water under Spike and tightened his hand around the base of the cock that Drusilla was working over. That was when he heard, “Bloody bastard!” hissed through clenched teeth.
“What do you want, Spike?” Angelus asked again. His fingers released his boy’s hair to caress down the spine to the small opening. Watching Spike’s reaction from the side, the dark vampire pressed a finger inside the hole, and then another.
Spike was in hell. He had Drusilla sucking his cock in a kittenish way and Angelus holding his impending orgasm hostage while he tortured him with his fingers. Panting, he dropped his forehead to the edge of the tub. “Fuck me,” he groaned softly.
Angelus couldn’t quite hear the muffled words. “What was that, boy?”
Spike raised his head up and turned to the side. “I said bloody well fuck me.”
“Is that any way to ask for your Sire’s attention?” Angelus asked as he pushed a third finger inside his boy and searched for the little nub. “I think you can do better than that.”
Angelus found Spike’s pleasure point just then and the blonde yelped, “Oh God! Fuck me, Angelus!”
Angelus let go of Spike’s cock to slap his ass with an open palm. “Did I say you could use my name?”
Spike’s body shuddered against the slap. He was going to die right here in this bathtub. He could see the flames from the impending orgasm that Drusilla withheld with her hands. When did her hands move back to his dick?
“Please, Sire. I’m going to cum!” Spike pleaded softly.
“Begging so soon, William? Well, you may be coming but not in Dru’s mouth you aren’t!” Angelus growled.
Spike yelled his frustration as Angelus pulled him back out of Drusilla’s mouth. He removed his fingers from his childe’s body none too gently and was rewarded with a grunt of pain. Angelus smacked Spike on the ass hard. “Get out of the tub and into the bedroom. Be prepared for when I join you.”
Spike’s head whipped around so fast, his neck creaked. He gave his Sire a disbelieving look. “How the bloody hell do you expect me to do that. I’m crippled, you ponce!”
“I don’t care if you have to crawl the whole way. Now, get a move on, it’s a long way to the bed on your hands and knees,” Angelus said flatly. “And try not to drip all over the floor.”
Spike rose shakily to his feet and stumbled out of the tub. He was reaching for a towel when he heard Angelus’ last comment. Growling, he snatched the towel from the rack and dried himself off as well as he could and then literally crawled out of the bathroom and down the hall.
Angelus watched him go before looking down at Drusilla through the murky water. From the looks of things, she was happily drowning herself. He reached down, wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her up out of the water. He kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth, tasting his boy on her tongue.
He pulled back and licked her lips. “Go grab a couple of towels, Dru, and then we’ll go see if Spike is playing by the rules.”
Drusilla squealed and jumped out of the tub. Going to a linen closet, she grabbed towels and turned to see her Sire standing in the bath. She stopped and raked her eyes over his body, taking in his built frame from top to bottom.
“Dru! Hurry up! You’re dripping all over the floor! I don’t want to have to punish you so soon!” Angelus barked.
Drusilla jumped at his tone and raced back to him. She dropped one towel and held the other out to him. He took it and used it to ring the water out of her hair and then
dried her body swiftly. Then he reached down and plucked the discarded towel up to dry himself off before hanging both of them up.
“Come on, Dru. Let’s go see Spike,” Angelus said over his shoulder as he walked out, leaving her to follow him.
In what can only be described as a stroll, Angelus headed toward the bedroom. When he got to the doorway, he turned to Drusilla. “Go inside with Spike. I have to get something, I’ll be right back.”
Drusilla nodded and watched her Sire walk into his own bedroom. When he disappeared, she turned, went into Spike’s room and closed the door. She stayed by the door and watched as Spike readied himself for Angelus. As she watched she felt butterflies in her stomach, giddy with anticipation for what their Sire had in store for them. Personally, she still felt neglected from her daddy stopping in favor of Spike.
“Oh, my Spike. I wonder what type of games he has in store for us next,” Drusilla giggled. “He has the most wonderful ideas, whips and chains and radish red skin. Musical screams are so lovely, my sweet, when they accompany the crackcrackcrack of a toy.” She tensed up in orgasmic ecstasy at the images her own words brought to mind.
Spike looked at her over his shoulder and shook his head, muttering drolly. “Yeah, pet. Bloody wonderful.”
Drusilla lay on her back beside him. She reached a hand up and caressed a nail over a high cheekbone. “You’ll see my Spike. Our Angel will show you heaven.”
“Before sending us to Hell,” Spike muttered to himself.
Drusilla frowned at that, her delicate brow furrowing. Her big blue eyes started to shine with forming tears. She didn’t like it when her boys fought. They were family. They were supposed to stick together. After so many long years of not having Angelus around, Spike should be rejoicing at his return as she was.
Spike saw the crestfallen look on her face and immediately cursed vampire hearing. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just that Angelus isn’t the same as he was before. I’m sure that even you can tell that.”
He yowled when, out of nowhere, he felt a strap to his ass. “What can you tell, my boy?”
“Bloody sadistic bastard!” Spike swore.
“Have you ever known me to correct that description?” Angelus asked nonchalantly. He cocked his head to the side in thought. “Well, there will be blood, and I so enjoy your pain. Can’t say I’m a bastard though. Not in the true sense anyway.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha,” Spike said dryly.
“Now, Spike. You said something about wanting to cum?” Angelus pondered aloud. Spike growled in response.
“Dru, honey, take this rope and tie his hands to the headboard,” He instructed.
Drusilla grabbed the rope and scrambled up to the top of the bed. She tied one end of the rope around Spike’s wrists then secured a section of the length to his other wrist before looping it around a slat in the headboard and tying it off. She bent down to Spike’s ear and whispered, “You look so pretty, my Spike.”
Angelus chewed on a nail, as he looked Spike over. Something wasn’t quite right. “Something’s missing,” he announced before reaching for the collar he had used on Drusilla earlier and buckled it around his boy’s neck. There was some difficulty in getting it on because the blonde refused to stay still, but he managed to do it.
Angelus sat back and stared at his handiwork. “Now, he’s pretty.”
Drusilla clapped her hands as she admired Spike trussed up and collared. Angelus looked up and remembered something else he had brought. “I brought something for you too. Come over here to the side of the bed.”
Drusilla got up from the bed and walked around to stand before her Sire. Angelus had a long chain with a ring at each end in his hands. He threaded the chain back through one ring and when he made a big circle, he held out for Drusilla. She held onto his shoulders as she stepped inside the ring. Angelus brought it up to her waist and then threaded the excess length of chain through the ring at the other end, making a circle to go around her neck.
“This is to take the place of your harem chain,” Angelus said by way of explanation.
Drusilla looked down at the silver-and-gold braided chain decorating her body. It was a lot stronger than the last one, but it was lightweight. As far as she was concerned, it was shiny and new and her daddy had given her a pressie! “Oh, Angel! It’s beautiful!”
“Glad you like it,” he said before turning to Spike. “Now, what to do with you. Did you prepare yourself?” When Angelus received no answer, he slapped Spike on the ass with the flogger that was forgotten, until now, at the bottom of the bed. He heard the blonde vampire curse his existence. “I asked you a question. I’d hate, for your sake, to fuck you dry, Spike.”
Drusilla climbed up on the bed beside Angelus and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “He did, but he doesn’t want to play.”
“He doesn’t want to play?” Angelus pondered out loud. “What do you want then, boy?”
“To be left alone would be nice,” Spike replied derisively.
Angelus shrugged. “Okay. I’ll just fuck Dru, then.”
The dark vampire stood up and helped Drusilla off the bed, leaving Spike tied to it. He led the girl to a cushioned chair behind Spike. The chair was in a position just out of Spike’s peripheral vision. In such a place, that he couldn’t see them, but he could hear them.
“Are you prepared for me, Dru?” Angelus asked in a low seductive voice near her ear.
Drusilla cooed and squirmed back against him. Angelus slapped her on the ass making her jump in surprise. Then, he let out a predatory growl in her ear. Drusilla’s eyes went wide and she swiftly turned to face him. When she did, she was met with her Sire’s demon. His yellow stare felt like they were feasting on her flesh. As she tried to back away from him, his hand snaked out and grabbed the length of chain between her neck and waist. He pulled her flush against him by the chain and lowered his growl just above a purr, but below snarling.
It had be nearly two centuries since Drusilla had ever felt the human need to breathe, but hearing her elder growl seductively at her sent a flood of arousal through her body. The force of it made her try to catch useless breaths. She remembered this game very well. It was one of the first playful things he did with her as a fledgling. Though, back then, he had her literally running scared through the house unable to understand what the idea of the game was.
Spike was going nuts. It was just like Angelus to not give him a visual of The Hunt. The growling sounds were causing bolts of arousal to zing through his body. From the position of being tied on his stomach, all he could do was hear what was going on behind him. He gripped the slats in the headboard in frustration. Damn his Sire for this new torment.
With each step back that Drusilla took, Angelus stepped forward, his hand still gripping the chain. It didn’t seem like she had gone very far when her back met the wall. Her Sire stood in front of her and tugged the chain at her neck. When she jolted forward, he buried his face in the curve of her neck and rubbed the edge of his fangs against his mark.
Angelus’ teasing had her squirming against him. She was gyrating her hips against his, trying in vain to rub herself off on his shaft. “Daddy, please!”
He pulled back and gently caressed a few stray hairs away from her face. “What do you want, princess?”
She didn’t know if she could voice what she wanted. She had retained some of her Victorian sensibilities that showed up at odd times, like now. If she were still human, she would imagine her face would have a rose-red blush all the way up to her hairline.
Angelus twisted a nipple teasingly and heard her whimper. “You have to tell me, Dru, or I won’t know.”
“Be inside me,” Drusilla said softly.
“How?” he asked as he twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.
“Please, daddy. I need this ache to go away. It’s gnawing at my stomach. The pixies are screaming inside me head! Please, make it stop!” she cried.
“How do you want me to fix it, Dru? I don’t know how if you won’t tell me,” Angelus said in mock concern.
Drusilla felt as if she was on fire and the pixies were screaming in her mind, drowning everything out but the sound of her Sire’s voice. She tried to ease the ache herself by rubbing against Angelus’ shaft but that only made it worse. “PLEASE, DADDY!”
“What are the pixies telling you? What do they want you to do?” Angelus prodded.
“They want you inside me. They scream for you to fuck me,” Drusilla said, near tears. She couldn’t tell if she was crying in frustration or embarrassment for giving a voice to her needs.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Angelus asked. When Drusilla nodded, he said, “Say it then.”
She looked up at him with glistening blue eyes. “Fuck me.”
Angelus smirked at her admittance. He picked her up around the waist and pressed her against the wall. Reaching down with the other hand, he wet his fingers with her fluids and stroked them over his cock a few times before pressing into her, causing her to cry out in relief.
Spike tried to burrow his head under the pillows when he heard Drusilla cry out her pleasure. So far, he had heard everything from his Sire’s growls to her crying about pixies. Now, he was hearing her moans as Angelus thrust into her. If the pillow wasn’t blocking the sound, he could hear the faint wet sounds their bodies made while Angelus moved inside her. He growled in frustration as his dick started to throb, his only relief was to rub against the mattress.
Drusilla tightened her arms around Angelus’ neck and dug her nails into his shoulders. She whimpered every time he thrust deep inside her. He felt so good pumping inside her, continually stretching her around his cock.
“Squeeze me, Dru,” Angelus instructed.
Drusilla squeezed her internal muscles as hard as she could and was jolted to awareness of his girth when he started to slam inside of her, knocking her back into the wall. Angelus pushed away from the wall and laid her back in the chair. He never broke contact, just pressed her into the cushions and bucked his hips, trying to bury himself as deep as he could.
She let her talon-like nails glide over his chest and stomach as she watched his face through lidded eyes. Her daddy was so beautiful looming over her; his jaw clenched his own eyes boring into hers as he slammed his body against her. His dark eyes were watching her so intently it sent a rush of fluid to her center and her inner muscles convulsed around him.
Angelus growled, gripped the chain and tugged up, causing her to sit up as best she could. He met her half way with a brutal kiss that caused her lips to bleed. Flicking his tongue over his fangs, he sliced it open and thrust it into her mouth. When the taste of Sire’s blood flooded her mouth, she groaned, sucked greedily and arched her hips up against him. He pulled away and stared down at her. “What do you want, Dru?”
“What you promised in the bath, my Spike and you,” Drusilla answered.
Angelus nodded. He pulled out of her tight channel and stood up. He held out a hand to her and helped her up. They both prowled to the bed and climbed up on either side of Spike.
Angelus ran a gentle hand down Spike’s back and over his ass while Drusilla licked along the other side of his back. He felt the younger vampire shudder under his touch. His boy was wound up tight; he could feel it coming from him in vibrating waves.
“Did we turn you on, Spike? Would you like to join us now?” Angelus asked evenly.
“Yes,” Spike answered in a hoarse voice. He had heard everything, and it was taking a toll on his painfully hard dick. He needed a release in the worst way. Hearing Drusilla’s reaction to their Sire was too much.
Angelus reached up and untied Spike’s hands. Drusilla turned him over and immediately wrapped her mouth around his leaking cock. The suddenness of the action nearly had him flying off the bed, but his Sire held him still.
“Drusilla, please! You’re going to make me come,” Spike pleaded.
Drusilla licked the head clean, making Spike shudder under her before she rose up to look at him with a pout. He beckoned her closer. When she lay over him, he kissed her leisurely before pulling away. “I heard what you told Angelus that you wanted. You have to turn around and lay your back on my chest,” Spike said.
Drusilla smiled and turned around to do as she was told. When she lay back on Spike with her legs on either side of his, Angelus came to sit between their spread thighs. He raised Drusilla’s bottom up and gently worked Spike’s curved shaft inside her ass. She whimpered and cried softly while Spike groaned as their Sire connected them. Spike murmured to her, trying to soothe her. Later, Angelus would come to the conclusion that he was gentle about this as a way to make up for the brutal fucking in the bath earlier.
After he had put Spike inside Drusilla, he rose up over both of them and pushed his cock back inside her pussy. There was a collective groan from all three as Angelus sank into her. He took a moment to savor the feeling of being wrapped in one childe while feeling the other through the thin, fleshy wall. Burying his face in the curve of Drusilla’s neck, he pulled back until just the head was inside and snapped his hips forward, thrusting fast and hard inside her. The action caused both of his childer to slide up against the mattress.
“Damn, Angelus, go easy on the thrusting,” Spike admonished as the sheet rubbed a burn on his back.
Spike grabbed Drusilla’s hips and pressed down as he pushed up inside her. She arched her body against both of them, pressing her breasts into Angelus’ chest and her ass against Spike’s groin. The dark vampire growled against her neck when he felt his youngest childe move through the thin wall.
Drusilla wrapped her legs around her Sire’s waist and held onto his shoulders when his pumping hips picked up speed. Spike moved his hands from her waist to cup her breasts, wedging his forefingers and thumbs between the bodies on top of him to pinch her nipples. Just as he did, Angelus thrust into her body, causing her to shudder between them, cry out and claw her nails over his shoulders.
Spike kissed along her neck as his hand traveled down to massage her clit. The motion had Drusilla rolling her hips and rocking between them. She pressed up against Spike’s fingers, which caused Angelus to sink deeper inside of her.
“Fuck, Dru! You have such a tight little body. Always tight for me,” Angelus groaned.
He kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue and thrust inside, mimicking the movement of his cock pressing into her and grinding against her pelvis. Drusilla cried out against his lips, which gave his tongue entry. He caressed her tongue and the inside of her mouth as he pumped into her.
Drusilla closed her eyes to try to steady herself against the onslaught of both her lovers. Spike was thrusting into her from below and Angelus was driving hard, deep, painful strokes inside her. All that could be heard were grunts, growls and Drusilla’s whimpering cries as the two vampires thrust inside her harder and faster.
Angelus pushed away from her and pulled the three of them onto their sides. Then, he cupped a breast with his hand, run his thumbnail around the areola. When a small line of blood circled her nipple, he leaned down and sucked on it, licking her nipple as he lapped up the blood. She arched her body, pressing against his mouth as she pressed down to meet his thrusting hips.
Spike was still massaging her clit and letting her rock back onto his cock; he pulled her hair back with the other hand and nibbled on her neck. Between her rocking and feeling his Sire’s cock move in and out of her through the thin wall, he growled. It was becoming too much.
“Dru, love. Bloody hell!” Spike shifted closer against her back and reached further to press his fingers against her nether lips around Angelus’ cock. He was trying to pleasure her and get the most out of his Sire’s movement.
“Angelus, angle your hips,” Spike moaned.
Angelus shifted and changed the angle so that he was rubbing against the thin membrane and the tip was riding against her g-spot. Spike and Drusilla both cried out then. The blonde sped up his thrusts and she keened as her body went as taut as a bowstring. Reaching up and grabbing onto a slat in the headboard, she used it to lever herself as she rocked and bounced on them.
“Daddy! Spike!” she cried as her orgasm eluded her.
Angelus lifted his head up from his task. “Do you need something, Dru?”
“Yes, please!” she whimpered.
“What do you need?” Angelus asked as he tweaked a nipple and felt her shudder.
“I need a release. Everything’s so tight inside me. My stomach has warring butterflies in it. Please daddy, before the butterflies kill the pixies!”
“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” he said as he rubbed her stomach as if that would ease the strain.
“No! We can’t! Please, no!” Drusilla’s eyes moistened in frustration.
Angelus laid his head on the pillow beside her and caressed her cheek. Looking at her tense face, he rubbed his thumb against her bottom lip. “Do you want me to make it better? She nodded vigorously. “Want me to pound into that tight little body of yours while Spike rubs you off?” She nodded again. “Oh, I know, I could have Spike lick you as I fucked you. How would that be?”
“Please daddy! Anything… just need to stop the butterflies before the whole thing burns to ash,” Drusilla sobbed.
“All right, Dru. I’ll take care of you,” Angelus said. He pulled out of her and heard a cry of dismay from both of his childer. “Spike, turn around.”
Spike gently pulled out of Drusilla and turned onto his back with his head toward the bottom of the bed. Angelus nudged her until she moved onto her knees and straddled the blonde vampire’s head. Bending forward, she wrapped her long fingers around Spike’s shaft and began to stroke the length. Angelus moved behind her and thrust back into her pussy.
“Daddy!” Drusilla cried at the invasion of her oversensitive opening.
“Yeah, Dru. Going to take care of you,” Angelus growled as he pulled back and slammed into her, making her cry out.
Spike opened his mouth around her clit and rolled his tongue around it, pressing on the sensitive nub and felt her shudder in response. He licked from there back toward Angelus’ thrusting cock. He even went so far as to lick his Sire’s shaft as he continually moved in and out of her.
“Boy, keep that up and I’ll be coming before she is,” Angelus growled as he tried to stave off his orgasm a little longer.
“Daddy, please!” Drusilla cried. She didn’t think she could take anymore. She was close to bursting as it was and both of her boys were prolonging it. Didn’t they know she needed this to end?
Angelus leaned over her back and wrapped an arm around her chest, holding her against him. “I’m fucking you, Dru? What else do you want? Harder? Faster? You have to tell me,” he whispered near her ear.
When Angelus had draped himself over Drusilla, Spike reached a hand up to massage his balls and the base of his cock. He was sill licking her as well, and every time he heard her pleas, he tried to lick faster and suck harder on her clit to help her.
“Harder, daddy!” Drusilla answered.
“Harder? You want me to fuck you harder, baby?” Angelus taunted.
“Yes, please,” Drusilla whimpered as she pressed against Spike’s mouth and her Sire’s groin.
“Ask for it, then,” Angelus purred.
“Fuck me harder, please!” Drusilla yelped.
“You always sound so pretty when you beg and use ‘please’, princess,” Angelus said as he nipped her earlobe.
He hugged her to him and started pumping his hips hard into her, bucking faster. Drusilla was swaying back and forth, always hitting Spike’s mouth and constant tongue. Losing it, she cried out, “Lick faster, Spike!” She groaned when he obeyed.
“See, it’s not so hard to demand what you want. Fuck Dru . . . I can feel you . . . so close, going to cum . . . bring you over with me. Come with me, sweetheart,” Angelus whispered to her.
Hearing his Sire’s words, Spike stroked Angelus’ cock faster as he rubbed Drusilla’s clit as hard and as fast as he could with his tongue. He had to stop every so often to concentrate on his own impending orgasm that Drusilla was trying to stroke and squeeze from his dick with her hand.
“DADDY!” Drusilla screamed as she came, quaking between the other two vampires.
Angelus snarled against her neck and thrust into her one last time before he emptied his dead seed into her. Spike heard Drusilla’s cry and came all over her neck, chest and Angelus’ arm that was banded around her.
Angelus pulled out of Drusilla and collapsed with her beside Spike. The blonde shifted position to lay beside them with his head on the pillow. Angelus, now sated, rolled over and went to sleep. While Drusilla cooed as she came down from her orgasm, Spike wondered what his Sire had planned for next time.