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Angelus Vs. The Buffyverse	By : BillytheKidd Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > General Views: 8580 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Angel had always loved Cordelia’s ass. It was so perfectly round and firm, yet soft, and the perfect size to hold in one's hands. He had been infatuated with it since he met her almost seven years ago, but since they began dating, he had become significantly more familiar with it.
Fred was still naked and wet in his bathroom. She was dead, and would rise again in a few hours to be an immortal whore in his harem. He enjoyed almost litterally fucking her to death, but she was small, and had almost no curves, and tits so small she could often get away with not wearing a bra under her shirts and dresses. Angelus made a mental note to check her dresser to see how many she owned. He bet it was very few. She certainly hadn’t been wearing one when he killed her.
Cordelia, on the other hand, owned many bras, as her large tits needed one for support almost all of the time. Angelus picked up Fred’s dress from the lobby floor, and took it into the basement with him. He loved the way it looked on Fred, and wanted to wash it, so his semen wouldn’t stain the fabric.
It was strange for Cordelia to see the demon who had killed or raped, or both, all of her friends, throw a dress into the laundry machine. She had heard Fred’s screams from her rape, and as such was unsuprised Fred did not return with him. That didn’t make it any less terrifying to see him open the bars.
She wore a thin, light blue, button down shirt, kind of like one Wesely would have worn as a younger man, but it was cut in a more feminine way. The top two buttons were undone, adding to it’s subtle sexuality. She also wore a pair of light brown capris style pants. While he was still alive, Angel would have loved those, but his counterpart found them unbearable. They had to go.
“Take off your pants and your shirt,” he commanded.
“What?” Cordelia asked, her voice cracking.
“I said, take off your fucking pants and your fucking shirt, so I can see the slutty underwear you put on to tempt Angel. Do it now, or do I need to do it my fucking self, you mewling whore?”
“No, I’ll...do it myself,” said Cordelia in a very meek voice, the hurt at being called a slut and a whore by the man she once loved was obvious in her voice. She slowly began to unbutton her shirt, each button revealing more and more pale, creamy flesh, and a simple red push-up bra. She dropped onto the basement floor.
“Bitch, fold that, shirts aren’t cheap, and I didn’t buy that for you to let wrinkle,”
Cordelia yelped, and picked up the shirt, folding it neatly before placing it on top of the dryer. She then unbuttoned and unzipped the capris. Her wide hips made it hard to shuffle down the tight pants. But, after she got them over the thickest part of her ass, they slid down relatively easy. She blushed heavily as Angelus smirked at seeing that her bra matched her thong.
“So, I see you were also hoping to get some fucking done tonight?” said Angelus.
“Also?” asked Cordelia
“Your fellow whore was wearing a lacy black thong. I imagine it was Mr. Gunn’s favorite. I say was, seeing as I ripped them off her dead body!” Angelus lied. Cordelia would know that Fred was turned soon enough, but the demon wanted to make it as hard as possible for Cordelia.
Angelus walked to Cordelia, and kissed her deep on the lips, embracing her just like Angel used to do. It was another act of cruelty, as for a second, she forgot that her friends were dead, and that it was Angelus, rather than Angel, that was kissing her. She was sharted back to reality as she felt a hand down her panties. She yelped as finger was pushed into her cunt.
He then pushed her into the ground. She looked at him with shock and horror.
“Suck,” he said as he whipped out his once again erect cock. Cordelia tried to say something, but the second she opened her mouth, Angelus grabbed her hair and shoved his cock all the way down her throat.
She gagged as he pulled in and out of her mouth. She struggled for oxygen, which was only made harder after he squeezed her nose shut, forcing her to try to get the little oxygen from around his dick, which was very difficult considering how big it was. As she began to pass out, Angelus yanked his dick out of her mouth, and she vomited onto the ground.
He grabbed her by the ankles, and dragged her up the stairs to the lobby, causing her to bump her head on each step. Her panties also caught once or twice, giving her a wedgie, but she was too dazed to pick the material from between her asscheeks.
Angelus dropped Cordelia’s leg, and went to the water cooler, and filled a cup with the coldest water option available. He then returned to Cordelia, and splashed it onto her face. Cordelia sputtered awake, furiously awake and alert. She stood up and lunged at Angelus. You could humiliate her, kill her friends, or god, even rape her, but you did not ruin her eye-liner.
This would prove to be a terrible mistake. Angelus stepped out of the way, letting Cordelia slam into the ground with a loud thud. Angelus grabbed her by the bra strap, and dragged her to her feet. He went to unclasp the bra, before realizing it was a front clasp.
“Angel was a lucky guy, wasn’t he,” he said, as he opened the bra, seeing her beautiful breasts capped by the most perfect brown nipples he had ever seen, and he had seen quite a few. He then reached down into her panties, and ripped them off of her.
Unlike Fred, she was still fully awake, and screaming and begging the whole time. They did nothing to slow Angelus’s rampage. Cordelia was afraid he would rape her pussy, but Angelus had other ideas. He had his fill of cunts just have an hour earlier with Fred, and he was focused on a tighter hole.
He pushed onto the ground, and flipped her onto her stomach. It squished her tits in a painful way, but it would only get worse for her. He brought his cock between her creamy cheeks, before aligning it with her asshole. His dick was only lubricated with Cordelia’s saliva from the earlier blow job, so as he buried his cock to the hilt in Cordelia’s ass, Cordelia shrieked in pain. He pumped in and out, each time pulling almost all the way, before just as quickly shoving it all the way back in, each time Cordelia howling in pain.
Angelus finished, filling her ass with seed. He dropped her into the ground, before dragging her by the leg up to his room. This time, however, she was clean, so he let the bathroom locked as he turned her.
Angelus lifted her up, and bit her jugular. Her heart stopped. He reopened his earlier wound, and fed her his blood, so that she would return from her sleep, as an immortal creature of the night.
Just as he had done with Fred, he shoved Cordelia’s panties into her mouth. He thought briefly about putting her bra back on her, but ultimately decided just to wash it.
So, he took the bra with him to the basement, locking the door behind, leaving two dead, naked women in his room. In a few hours, his harem would rise again, but until then, all he could do was laundry, and wait.
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