Thread: Wishverse Revisited (Annika and Google)

RE Wishverse Revisited The girl had long since given up offering any resistance. She bled from deep nail gouges raked across her body and multiple puncture wounds, her sobs now little more than a low keening that nevertheless was tinged with arousal. Willow flexed her fingers and watched the bitch squirm, her other hand working her own clit furiously. Her victim had lost a tooth the last time she came, this climax would be gentler... but no less sweet. The whole house reverberated as the front door caved in. It was dry wood and brittle but that had been irrelevant until moments ago. No human or vampire in Sunnydale would have dared to enter unannounced... uninvited. Willow listened to a fight break out downstairs as her personal slaves attempted to defend her. For one hideous, terrifying moment the Master's gruesome visage dropped into her consciousness but just as swiftly Willow batted it away. He was dead. Not undead, dead dead. Which begged the question who the hell was trespassing? Willow yanked her fist from the blonde girl's cunt, wiping her hand on the bedclothes. Almost absently and without hesitation, she leaned over the girl, pinned her down and tore her throat out. Now was no time to be distracted by hysterical screaming. Willow scrambled down naked from the curtained four poster and pulled on a robe, belting it as she strode for the door. On the threshold of the doorway Willow checked her pace. She would be nobody in this town for long if she panicked every time some local, older male vamp started dick swinging. It was always some old male vampire who had amassed great personal wealth and sat in a basement with his thumb up his ass while the Master had operated. Only Willow had known the true evil within her old nemesis and alpha but it had been self evident that destroying Earth would suck the fun out of being undead. Still the elder, vampiric elite had done absolutely nothing. In the end it had been Willow who was the Master's undoing and it was only fitting that she now ruled in turn. She had more than earned the fucking right. Willow strolled nonchalantly onto the landing, where an rather angry vampire with ridiculous hair stood amid two felled undead. Oh looky... another whiny little bitch who never had the balls to stand up to the Master but now couldn't handle the thought of a young female running the gig. She wondered which family he was from. Blood dripped from his chin as it dripped from her own. Willow's own features were just returning to normal, her fangs retracted. Her gothic make up was smudged and her flame red hair tousled. Luckily her black silk robe was floor length, training behind her across the carpet as she was so petite. Can't a girl play with her food in peace? You old guys are such spoiled little brats She was rattled that he had overcome her servants so easily. Elder vampires might show support or fail to cross her but they weren't about to put themselves at her beck and call. Her acolytes were new to life after death. They were at least... plentiful. A second wave raced out of the cellar, half a dozen vampires, two of them female, all of them armed. Stakes and flaming torches flailed in the intruder's direction. Willow seated herself at the top of the stairs and watched the show, confident that her uninvited guest would soon be restrained and persuaded to answer questions about his motives. She seated herself with the eagerness of a kid in a movie theatre, raising an sardonic eyebrow at the intruder as her posse ranged about him and moved in for the kill.