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Sex Ed For A Fallen Goddess Author’s Note: Written for the Buffyverse 1000 challenge of Spike/Harmony/Illyria Rating: Hard R for imagery and language ~~~~~~ Illyria patrolled the hallways of Wolfram and Hart. These inferior beings could claim they were protected, but it had been easy for her to penetrate their defenses while searching for the dark skinned one they had so carelessly misplaced. They had no inkling of how weak they truly were. One of the lesser beings from her time could destroy them without much effort. And in a time past she would have gladly watched, but now this excuse for a stronghold was her power base, and she had to protect it with constant vigilance. As she passed the second floor conference room, she heard noises from inside. Moaning and pleading, begging for mercy. A female voice, the one who sat behind the desk and answered the ringing machines for Angel. Someone was torturing the girl. Defenses had been breached, even under her careful surveillance. She had to rescue the female. She was an irritant, but Angel was oddly attached to his circle, and it would be problematic for the female to die. It would inspire Angel to sit in his office with the lights dimmed and gaze at the walls of his enclosure. She kicked the doors of the conference room opened. “Remove yourself from her person,” she said coldly, then realized that Spike was the one apparently torturing the female. “Oh my God!” the female shrieked. “Spike! Stop! She’s watching us!” She tried to move away from Spike. Illyria noted the female was unclothed, as was Spike. “Now, Harm,” Spike murmured as he held the female and continued to press himself against her. There were…noises coming from the lower area where their bodies were touching. “Not like Blue hasn’t seen something like this before.” He dared to then look up at her and twist his mouth in that annoying way and close one eye in her direction. “Ain’t that right, pet?” She eyed them coolly. “I do not understand what you are referring to.” She crossed her arms and gazed down at them. “Is this some form of attack? Are you hurting her?” “Spike, she doesn’t have a clue,” the female said loudly. “Now get off me. This is weird. I feel like I’m corrupting a child or something,” she struggled, then stopped and moaned loudly as Spike’s hand move down to the place their bodies were touching. “You don’t want to move, do you, love?” His wrist turned slightly and the female moaned again. “You’re enjoying this. Cos it’s a little dirty and wrong, and you’ve been playing the good girl so long…” The female writhed in Spike’s arms. “Say it.” “I… Spike, stop, I can’t… I’m… I’m enjoying this, okay?” The female arched her body towards Spike and shrieked. “Fuck!” “Have you damaged her in some way?” Illyria asked as the female shook and moaned. “She seems to be in pain.” “That’s not pain, pet,” Spike said with another irritating curve of his mouth. “That’s pleasure. You have heard of pleasure, yeah?” He moved his mouth to the female’s neck and nipped, causing her to jerk and whimper. “It’s when you feel good. I made Harmony here feel real good,” a bite at the female’s breast, and Illyria was alarmed at the twitch that ran through her own body, “and she’s about to return the favour, right Harm?” “Mmmmm,” the female replied. Spike chuckled. “Wanna watch the next bit, Blue? It’s very informative. I’m good at what I do.” He moved his lower body slightly, and the female twisted beneath him again and muttered his name. “I have no interest in what you think you may inform me of,” Illyria replied icily. “I must finish patrolling this pathetic fortress.” She spun around and headed for the door. “Your loss, baby,” Spike called after her, and laughed as she slammed the door. Go Back to Other Stories 09 December 2004