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Se lever foncé d'anges
By : FairyGothQueen
Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS
Views: 4259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series nor BtVS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
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I settled back and turned my head away from the quivering thighs above me and viewed Jean-Claude’s big cerulean blue eyes staring at me. Ah, shit. He was vamped out, no pupil to be seen. Only the deep drowning blue or his eyes as he tried to mesmerize me with his gaze. I giggled, I actually giggled. Being a human servant had its benefits, immunity to a vampire gaze being one high on my list of way cool fringe benefits.
I broke contact with his mesmerizing eyes and noticed that he held crushed to his body, Wesley. What the fuck? Wesley was riding the ardeur just as hard if not harder then the rest of us. Why wasn’t Jean-Claude affected like when he touched me? Wesley’s intense and deep moan of unfulfilled passion beat at my already battered defenses.
Jean-Claude had fed from him while watching the three of us. Jean-Claude lifted his head and released Wesley who promptly collapsed to his knees in front of Jean-Claude. Wesley was ready, primed and half-drunk from riding the ardeur. All my haze brain could come up with was, “Gee that’s were he went to!” Lameness at its best.
Why did Jean-Ce ale always look good no matter the situation, always like he was stepping out of some wet dream? I felt his ardeur beating at me like a raving caged thing. Demanding to be fed and screaming in frustration that mine had been fed while his had not. Ah, shit. I was not going to analyze this, right now. I was not going to let my conscience win. I had just lost control and I was not going to think about it now.
Fuck, I was thinking about it.
I was lying on a cold stone floor, naked to the waist with a massive hole in my panty hose and the crotch of my panties shoved to the side. I couldn’t handle it, nope. I started to wiggle and shove repeating, “Get off me, get off me, get off” in urgent tones. I had to get free so I could run screaming.
Buffy and Faith moved in unison away from me at my request. Buffy rolled off to the side, eyes closed, wet lips parted and panting in little gasps. Still trying to control her fluttering heart and ragged breathing.
Faith was still between my legs mewling like a kitten and writhing as the ardeur still rode her. I shifted my legs a little further apart so I was not caught up again and drowning in her unspent desire. I heard scrapping and turned my head toward the sound to see Wesley dragging himself forward on shaking arms and knees, eyes locked on Faith’s undulating form.
“Un régal magnifique que vous avez partagé ce soir. Poor hospitality to our guests but a magnificent feast you have shared tonight none the less, ma petite.” Looking back over his shoulder, Jean-Claude spoke softly. “Come my pomme de sang, wrap our Anita before her morality bests her and I will attempt to,” he gestured at Wesley slowly crawling, Buffy panting and Faith writhing, “clean this up.”
I remember being carefully being picked up then in a large fluffy white blanket of some sort. Then thede ode of silk sheets against my still over heated flesh. Yippie-skippie, I was passing out. Too much ardeur at once makes you feel almost drunk on the emotions and feelings and then leaves you limp and empty and the world slightly spinning.
The world narrowed to a pinprick of light and then it was dark.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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