That Which Lurks Within:
Chapter Nine

by GylzGirl

Her eyes followed her fingers' path. "It ends when I say it does. You think I don't know that my touch disgusts you? Makes you ill?" Her eyes met his again. "I know. I know you let yourself believe that it was really your friends who were making love to you. Anything in order to get you through it yes?" She raked her nails hard against him causing welts that wept blood where her claws had cut his nipple. Giles bit back his tears. "But it wasn't them. It was me. And you can't pretend otherwise with this body, can you?" Meredith lapped at his nipple, her mouth red from him when she looked up again. "And it won't be over quickly. Not this time." She bit down on his injured nub. His paralyzed body jumped of its own accord. Meredith released him and licked at his wound. "I don't like being tricked." She ran her hand down over his fly. "You're going to learn that lesson the hard way."

Giles concentrated, trying to ignore the pain, trying to distance himself from his own body. He tried to use logic to calm himself, telling himself that she wouldn't do any permanent damage, nothing that would ruin her fun in the future. It was almost working until he felt her unbutton his trousers and heard his zipper lower. Now the succubus had control of his body and panic was struggling for control of his mind. Giles felt very lost and very afraid.

Meredith methodically removed the rest of his clothes and ran her hands along the full length of his skin. She settled her body over his, kissing her way down, lingering over his abdomen. "I want you to watch me." His eyes obeyed her command. She lightly stroked his flaccid member and slowly it rose. She grinned, rubbing it twice more and locking her eyes on his. Meredith brought her lips to his tip, opened her mouth and engulfed him down to the root. Her tongue ran swirls along its surface. Just when the burgeoning pleasure was about to drive the panic out of his head, he felt her teeth grip him and panic took control.

Meredith ground her teeth against him just hard enough to make their presence known. Soon, she was soothing the area with her lips and tongue. She pulled back, bringing her mouth almost off of him, then sinking back down on him once more. Her hand moved to his scrotum, tugged on it gently twice and then began to massage it. Slowly she began to slide back up his shaft, sucking hard as she went, her hand replacing her mouth at the base to keep the pressure even. Her tongue tapped against his corona in rhythm to his heartbeat. His breath was coming in short pants. His back arched involuntarily and he felt himself release in climax.

As he came down, his back once again rested on the floor and coherent thought returned to him. Giles almost wished it hadn't as he thought about how much he hurt, how afraid he really was. He felt guilt on Buffy's behalf for climaxing, though his logic center jumped in to remind him that was simple biology. Betrayal required intent, and all he wanted from this creature was its death.

She pulled her mouth off of him and he realized something else, he was still hard. Meredith smiled at him. "I told you it wouldn't be over quickly. I am in control, not you. I will have what I require from you...but first..." Her mouth slipped down his length once more.

Meredith brought him off that way six more times. Giles' senses were reeling, his heart pounding like a rabbit. He was probably living every adolescent boy's dream come true, but to him it was a nightmare, a fact he was sure the succubus was aware of. He just wanted to wake up. He had his own dream now, his Slayer, his Buffy, his in every way, finally. He couldn't accept that destiny had brought him this far only to lose her and be forced to submit to the whims of a demon, to become nothing more than its plaything. A cool breeze caught the thin layer of sweat that covered his skin. Giles just hoped she would finish with him soon before he had a total breakdown...or a heart-attack.

His attention was brought back to the present by the pain of her fingernails embedding themselves in his shoulders, the grip of the hands they were attached to bruising his flesh as the blood began to flow. If Giles could have cried out, they would have heard him blocks away. As it was, the screaming in his head was deafening. The feather-gentle kiss she placed on his lips was a parody of her concurrent savageness. She brought her leg over him, straddling his still-erect penis and dropped herself down on it, hard. She pumped herself up and down on him, each time slamming his body violently, working herself into a frenzy. She came with a loud scream and Giles' body followed suit, seemingly more out of desperation to stop this abuse than any kind of actual arousal.

Meredith's unconscious body dropped to the side and rolled off of him. Giles felt as though he were slowly being rescued from quicksand as the paralysis left his limbs. Once he knew the succubus was no longer there to watch him, tears welled up in his eyes and he passed out.

Buffy unlocked the door to Giles' apartment, stepped in and practically stopped breathing. Two naked bodies lay on the floor in the middle of the room, one she clearly recognized as Giles, the other a woman. She couldn't speak for a moment, the automatic instincts of shock and betrayal rooting her to the spot. She took another look at Giles. That's when she saw the lines and swirls of crimson decorating his body. If there were two things a Slayer knew how to recognize, it was weirdness and blood. Buffy rushed to Giles' side, the sight of the blood making the weirdness of the situation more apparent. As she got closer, she could better see his injuries. She touched his cheek and he curled away from the contact, slurring, "No more, please." Buffy blinked back tears. The succubus had done this.

"Buffy I told you to wait up, Oz just wanted to..." At the sound of Willow entering the room, Buffy slipped out of her light jacket and covered his groin. "My God, what happened?"

"The succubus." Buffy said quietly. "Giles is hurt."

"Oh no." Willow made her way to the unconscious woman and reluctantly leaned her head back. "Oh my God, Mrs. Kravitz?!"

"Who?"

"The uh, that real estate lady, Bellemore or something. She lives down the block. Treats Giles like her personal pin-up boy."

"Great." Oz and Cordelia stepped into the doorway. "Oh good Oz. Help me get Giles upstairs please?"

"Sure no problem," the young man quickly shook off his puzzled expression and took up the Watcher's legs. Buffy circled his torso with her arms, trying not to touch any of his wounds. Together, they lifted and made their way up the staircase.

"Cordy help me."

Cordelia knelt beside Willow and assisted her in hastily dressing the real estate agent.

"It was that thing again, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." Willow sounded sad.

Cordy slipped the woman's arm through her sleeve and noticed the blood on her hands. "Is Giles gonna be all right?"

"Yeah. She tore him up pretty bad but he'll recover...this time."

"This time?"

"The succubus has obviously fixated on Giles. It's just going to keep coming after him. We've got to find a way to stop this."

"We will," Cordelia said, utterly confident. Willow smiled.

Buffy and Oz eased Giles down onto his bed. Buffy grabbed the afghan from his chair and lay it over him from the waist down. They made their way back down the stairs.

"You dressed her, oh good."

"Yeah. Now, what do we do?"

Buffy ran her hand back through her hair in an unconscious imitation of her Watcher. "Well we have to get her out of here before she wakes up. And someone has to take care of Giles."

"Buffy," Oz spoke softly, "You should take her."

"But I..."

"You and I are the only ones strong enough to get her clear down to her house. I kinda think Giles would rather be dressed by me." Buffy was about to argue that fact but thought better of it. Now was not the time to break that particular bit of news. Though she desperately wanted to stay and take care of Giles, to be there to hold and comfort him when he woke up, she knew Oz was right.

Buffy grasped Meredith's wrists and hoisted her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "I'll help you get her down there," Cordelia spoke.

"Thanks Cordy." Cordelia stepped out of the doorway and looked around. When she saw that the street was clear, she motioned for Buffy to proceed. "Take good care of him. We'll be back soon."

"We will," Willow called, "be careful." Buffy exited and Willow turned to her boyfriend. "You go get his jammies on him. I'll get the first aid kit." Oz smiled sweetly and disappeared up the stairs.

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