Giles guided her into the living area and chose a CD of soft music to dance to. Willow was in her seventh heaven of bliss. Her Giles was back. She searched his eyes for any sign of drugs and found them clear. She parted from him and held him at arm’s length.

"I’m clean, Willow, you don’t have to look." He kept his voice gentle not wanting to spoil the moment. She was in his arms again her hands clasped round his neck, pulling his head down for a kiss. Her lips were soft and opened to his invading tongue. He kissed her softly at first, feeling the insistent throb in his loins. He began to thrust his hips against hers as they danced.

Willow had almost stopped moving; concentrating on the sensations his tongue was giving her. Her spine tingled and her pussy ached with lust. She tried to capture his erection with movements of her own but never quite managed to do so.

Giles slid his hands down her back to cup her bottom and ruched up her dress. He lathed his tongue over her lips in broad strokes while he massaged her bottom inside her panties. Willow was gasping now. She reached between them to undo the button on Giles’ jeans. His tongue stopped and he took a sharp breath. Willow drew his zipper down carefully so as not to hurt him. He wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans. Giles grasped the material of her panties and ripped them from her body. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard as Willow’s slender hands encircled his cock. She began to stroke up and down, feeling it’s weight and girth, imagining how good it would feel to be filled by him. His hips jerked as she held his balls in one hand and pistoned her fist up and down. He opened his eyes and groaned with lust.

She stopped her hands where they were and he nearly tipped forward. She smiled at him. He took a calming breath and unbuttoned her dress; she let it slip off her shoulders. Her beauty took his breath away. Instinctively he lifted his hands to her breasts and kneaded the soft flesh. Her nipples became hard pink pebbles as he sucked each one in turn. Willow moaned his name as she felt her arousal heighten, climbing towards orgasm. He gently bit her nipples, sucking them hard, then fiercer still. Her knees gave way as the first wave of her orgasm hit and she slumped forward onto his body panting. He smiled triumphantly and picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

He lay her down and took off his jeans. He opened a door in a wall of cupboards and pulled out a fur throw. He unfolded it, put it on the bed and moved Willow onto the black silky fur. She automatically started to writhe sensually on its softness. Giles gazed at her, gently stroking himself. Seeing her move like that was really turning him on. He needed to taste her. Willow looked at him from the bed with pure animal lust in her eyes. He eased himself along the fur, his eyes focused on his goal. He licked up her creamy thighs until he encountered her honey pot. There he lingered, fingering her and lapping her juices until he had her coming again. He pushed two fingers into her and waggled them, coating them with her nectar. He brought his fingers to her lips and as she took them into her mouth he impaled her. Her eyes opened wide. She looked so wonderfully, sexy sucking her juices off his fingers as he pounded into her pussy. She was so very tight and hot and slick and it had been so very long since he’d done this! She was licking at his fingers, biting them every now and then, and coating them with saliva.

Giles groaned and pulled out of her. She cried in frustration, trying to get him back in.

"Turn over" He whispered huskily, with a demonic gleam in his eyes. She flipped over onto her stomach, moaning as her nipples were crushed into and caressed by the fur. Giles grabbed her hips and raised her bottom. He positioned himself and ploughed into her, sighing deeply. Willow squealed with lust and jerked back to get deeper penetration.

Giles slapped her behind playfully, warming her skin. Every time he slapped her, her pussy would tighten, hugging his cock. It was a glorious feeling. Willow’s breathing was coarse. She had all but worn out her voice with her lust filled screams. He parted the cheeks of her bottom with one hand and tentatively tickled her anus. She bucked wildly. He reached forward, offering her his hand. She covered his index finger with her mouth until it dripped with her saliva. He brought the hand back and smoothly inserted his finger into her back passage. Willow went wild! He held her with one powerful arm round her waist as she bucked and screamed beneath him. His finger kept pace with his cock. He was near to his own climax now. Each new moan from Willow brought him nearer.

He needed to make her come again. He slowly withdrew his finger and his cock. He flipped her over and brought her toward him. Her face was lust personified and he knew that neither she nor he would forget this night. He lifted her on to his cock and let her find her own rhythm. He enfolded her in his arms and closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations. She was slowing down, near exhaustion. He lay her down on her back and lay atop her. He played with her nipples once more. She arched her back and when he caught them in his teeth, she crossed her legs over his back to lock him there. His thrusts became more frenzied and urgent and suddenly they were there. Finally together! She screamed out her orgasm and he exploded after her, shooting his boiling seed into her love tunnel. With the final soft tugs of his orgasm Giles kissed Willow softly, engaging her tongue in a merry dance. She had her eyes closed, breathing heavily. He gazed down at her, moving a damp tendril of hair gently from her face. She smiled at last when she had breath.

"You’re pleased to see me then?" She asked breathlessly.

He laughed and the movement was transferred to Willow. "You’re not supposed to be able to speak after." Her eyes were closed in sleep. He gathered the throw round them, gave her one last kiss and fell asleep himself.

Angel came in around 4am and noticed the trail of clothes. He peeked into the bedroom and smiled. He looked back at the sofa in the living room. "Beggars can’t be choosers", he thought.

Giles looked round the darkened hall and found he could see quite well, even without his glasses. He slipped his jeans and sweatshirt on. Someone was outside. He went to investigate. Creeping along the stone wall, he listened, stopping when he heard voices.

"He’s not here. He can’t be here. Angel would have told you." He smiled to himself. Willow was getting quite good at lying but only in a whisper.

"I feel another vampire inside Willow. Do you think Angel’s turned someone? Maybe Giles?" Willow gasped. "Angel wouldn’t, he’s good. Not even if he were starving!"

"OK, OK, lets do another sweep. I was just curious." The voices drifted off.

End of part 3

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