Damnation 1/1 by Athenewolfe

Author: Athenewolfe
Title: Damnation
Pairing: Wes/Dawn (Challenge entry)
Word Count: 751
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: Joss's not mine.
Authors note: As always, beta by the brilliant Spikeslovebite. Written for the_jossverse

Summary: Wesley's dark fantasies about a young girl may be his undoing.

Damnation


She was his secret - a hidden love, a forbidden desire, a desperate need. He dreamt of her, of taking her, of disciplining her young body for crimes she willingly committed.

He would be rough, yet gentle. Drive her crazy with desire, ignoring her cries and her tearful pleas for mercy. He would be her judge and jury, to purify her misdeeds with his own body.

She would beg - for more, for release, for a freedom she did not want. She would fall to her knees and service him. Take him into her mouth, suck, lick, caress, taking care of him while taunting him, pushing him to do more.

She teased him without mercy. Dressed in those outfits that were too skimpy, those skirts which were to short, always shooting him those looks, those longing glances while wetting her lips with her pink tongue. Displaying her body, taunting him with her innocence he knew to be a sham. He had seen her with that boy - those sweet kisses and fumbling touches. Giving out favours she was supposed to grant only to him.

She knew she belonged to him. She was born to be owned by him, created to serve him. She was his reward and his salvation; his slave and his master; the Key to all dimensions and to his own damnation. She was temptation incarnate.

It was simply a matter of time.

His body hardened as he dreamed of her. How she would look being taken, being dominated. His hands grabbing her, pushing her front down so that her chest touched the desk, her skirt hiked up over her long legs, her ass waving in the air.

He would spank her first, turning her cheeks rosy with delight, her body trembling- half with desire, and half with an unknown fear. She would moan, and the sound would be throaty and make him grow even harder with desire. He would hold her in position, despite her squirming and desire for friction.

He released his cock, while continuing to fantasize.

He would hold her in place while he took his cock and ran it over her ass- feeling the softness of the reddened cheeks, soothing it while she waited for his next move. Waiting for him to tease the tight openings of her body, his cock rubbing over her entrance, getting her wetter with each stroke as she tried desperately to move just enough so that he would impale her.

Her body would hum with the unspoken desire and of course he would have to spank her again, to silence her, to make her stay still.

When she was a good girl and obedient, he would reward her. Position her just right and ram into her, causing her to cry out in surprised desire. Thrusting quickly and deeply, he would drive her to the brink of release over and over again. Taunting her with release, but not granting it. Not until he was ready to come. Not until she earned it.

When he was ready, his own body taut with need, he would give her what she was begging for, what she cried for, what she demanded, yet wouldn’t admit. He reached out with one hand, and pinched her clit, rubbing it in the way he knew she would love. Releasing her orgasm and allowing his own to spurt deep inside of her. He would revel in her obedience, her acquisition, his beautiful Dawn, his pet, his slave.

Spurting into his own hand, he came.

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She smiled into her hand, hiding the smug satisfaction behind her school books. They were so naïve, the lot of them. How could anyone actually think that a being that had existed for millennia could be forced into the shell of a girl? They were such children, playing at the grown-up games.

Then again, even this Glory that they were so worried about was a child compared to her. She was everything and everywhere. She was eternity. She was not a god, nor a devil, but more complex then one could comprehend.

She would be his everything. He was right, in those fantasies she could see playing out in his eyes. She would be his salvation and his damnation.

She would change him; create him in the image she saw fit. Bring him to his knees in worship, create a disciple, devoted to her and drawn by lust.

He was weak, but she liked it.

She would have him.

He would scream for eternity.