Story: "Ownership" - Spike/Illyria
Title: Ownership
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: After the Fall
Warnings: slavery, non-con
Pairings: Spike/OMC, Spike/Illyria
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summary: Illyria does not appreciate people taking what's hers.
"Welcome, friends," Lord Kehach greeted the assembly of demons as they arrived at his court. The interior of an old YMCA was now almost unrecognizable, except for the lines still painted on the floor from the basketball courts. Now there were large torches of flame, many servants and demons milling about, and a few humans remains scattered at the edges of the room, or hung from the walls for decoration.
"This is a lovely court you have here," the demons praised.
"Thank you. Please help yourself to some of the delicious foodstuffs," Lord Kehach told them. He was a large, reptile-like demon entirely covered with purple scales and numerous orange horns. He was not the mightiest demon in LA, but he had been strong enough to win himself the seat of Culver City.
"What is that? A vampire?" one of the demons asked, regarding the bound, naked thing crouched by Lord Kehach's feet.
"Cute, isn't he?" the lord asked, immediately lighting up with pride at the mention of his new pet. "He is the most precious half-blood vampire I have ever encountered."
"Precious?" the demon repeated. "I have never come across a vampire that is worth more than muck."
"This one possesses a soul," Lord Kehach grinned at the joke. "He was pretending to be a co-lord of Beverly Hills."
The demon laughed now, deeply amused by the mere idea. "That's darling. Did his master sell him to you, or just give him away?"
"I acquired him last night when I killed the previous lord of Culver City," Lord Kehach stated proudly. "I do not know how he came to possess the half-blood, but I know that Lord Illyria of Beverly Hills possessed him first."
Actually, he'd been passed through almost a dozen lords in only a week. It was a first come, first killed kind of world. Three had been killed in one night, each one declaring their claim on the land and all of the servants before the next challenger hacked their head off and declared his or herself the new lord. The first one that snatched him had been on a power trip for slaves. A few human humans had been taken and burned through like kindling. Along with the more valued demons taken from other territories, rivals became angry at the first lord and it did not take long for him to be killed. After that, it had been a slaughter for the throne, the rest of the more powerful demons eager to seize the seat while it was vulnerable. He had been little more than a trophy after each overthrow, viewed as the last conquest to be had.
"Why is he bound?" the demon questioned.
"He is a fighter, this one," Lord Kehach chuckled. "He is also very satisfying when he is properly tied. I will break him soon. Would you like to try him out?"
"He appears to be too scrawny," the demon criticized. "And his hair - why is it that color?"
"He is fine," Lord Kehach insisted, growing insulted by so many questions about his beautiful pet. "Shall I give you a demonstration of his worth?"
"By all means, please do," the demon gestured towards the floor, where all of the demon guests would be able to watch.
"I don't bloody think so," Spike muttered, and was hit so hard that his chin bounced off the floor.
"Why does it speak?" Lord Kehach shouted at the dazed vampire. The demon's snickering angered the lizard, and he grabbed his pet by the hair, dragging him to the half-court line. The demons around them cheered as Lord Kehach let go of his pet's hair. "Sit yourself up onto your knees," he commanded. He waited and then kicked his pet until the vampire finally moved himself up onto his knees.
Spike knelt before Lord Kehach with nothing but mild disinterest and disgust inside of him. The lizard demon put a thick, clawed finger to his mouth and declared his ownership over his pet, earning numerous cheers. He pushed his finger into Spike's mouth, and he immediately bit down on it. The biting had no effect on the demon's armored skin, however, and the demon just proceeded to thrust his fingers in shallow movements as a mockery of what was to come.
"He is eager for it," Lord Kehach stated, earning laughs from the onlookers. "Very well, vampire, I will not keep you waiting for long." He pulled his hand away and instead pressed his full member to Spike's mouth, pushing in the scaled thing without regard. The demon began his rhythm on his own turns, only digging into Spike's hair to keep the vampire on him. Each thrust was brutal, the scales tearing at the sides of his mouth. Spike bit down like a crazed dog, but it was like biting into iron and only made the demon howl with pleasure, doubling his efforts.
Suddenly the demon was pulled away, the rapid outward pull ripping open the inside of Spike's cheek with a rush of blood.
"You're ruining everything!" the lizard wailed. "This is my kingdom!"
"He is my pet and you are not permitted to touch what is mine."
Spike looked up in time to watch Illyria drive the lizard's head into the floor. The demons that had gathered around scattered backwards a few feet, but did not run away. They seemed to have only witnessed a shift in power and the old lord being overthrown. The god was genuinely dissatisfied that the lizard had broken so easily.
"Who else challenges me?" Illyria demanded, taking a fighting stance. A large demon with tusks charged at her, and she quickly dispatched him by tearing his heart out of his chest. "Disappointing."
"Always in the nick of time, pet," Spike muttered, leaning forward to gather the blood and slime in his mouth and spit it all out. "Where were you ten lords ago?"
"You crept away without my knowing," Illyria stated. "Sneaking half-breed, intercoursing with the lesser."
"I was sodding kidnapped," Spike spat out, frustrated. "You'd known if you had half a brain."
"You reek of others," Illyria said. "Your loyalty to me is compromised."
"Yeah, hard to have faith in a so-called savior who never bloody…shows…." Spike trailed off as Illyria's suit dissolved before his eyes, leaving only expanses of gold and blue skin. She was perfect, as he had only dreamed. Her breasts were accented with a deep blue that matched her inky lips, her bare arms painted with the color.
"You are mine," Illyria stated, pushing against Spike's shoulder until he fell back onto the floor.
"Right. Yours," Spike repeated, mesmerized.
"You are not allowed anyone else," Illyria asserted, pinning him down as she settled herself over him. "If we mate, then you are bound to me."
"Mating," Spike could barely register anything besides the fact that she was just barely hovering over him, and he was painfully hard. "Yeah."
The god sank down onto him with such frankness that it was shocking. He cried out at the feel of her tightness enveloping him, tried to move himself but his arms were still bound. When she started to move for the both of them, Spike gave up to the pleasure, head smacking back onto the floor as he let himself go. She rose and fell on him until he finally came with a whimper and had to ask her to stop and climb off.
Her suit was back on in an instant, to Spike's slightly disappointment when he managed to make his body work enough to sit up.
"Now your loyalty is to me," Illyria stated.
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: After the Fall
Warnings: slavery, non-con
Pairings: Spike/OMC, Spike/Illyria
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summary: Illyria does not appreciate people taking what's hers.
"Welcome, friends," Lord Kehach greeted the assembly of demons as they arrived at his court. The interior of an old YMCA was now almost unrecognizable, except for the lines still painted on the floor from the basketball courts. Now there were large torches of flame, many servants and demons milling about, and a few humans remains scattered at the edges of the room, or hung from the walls for decoration.
"This is a lovely court you have here," the demons praised.
"Thank you. Please help yourself to some of the delicious foodstuffs," Lord Kehach told them. He was a large, reptile-like demon entirely covered with purple scales and numerous orange horns. He was not the mightiest demon in LA, but he had been strong enough to win himself the seat of Culver City.
"What is that? A vampire?" one of the demons asked, regarding the bound, naked thing crouched by Lord Kehach's feet.
"Cute, isn't he?" the lord asked, immediately lighting up with pride at the mention of his new pet. "He is the most precious half-blood vampire I have ever encountered."
"Precious?" the demon repeated. "I have never come across a vampire that is worth more than muck."
"This one possesses a soul," Lord Kehach grinned at the joke. "He was pretending to be a co-lord of Beverly Hills."
The demon laughed now, deeply amused by the mere idea. "That's darling. Did his master sell him to you, or just give him away?"
"I acquired him last night when I killed the previous lord of Culver City," Lord Kehach stated proudly. "I do not know how he came to possess the half-blood, but I know that Lord Illyria of Beverly Hills possessed him first."
Actually, he'd been passed through almost a dozen lords in only a week. It was a first come, first killed kind of world. Three had been killed in one night, each one declaring their claim on the land and all of the servants before the next challenger hacked their head off and declared his or herself the new lord. The first one that snatched him had been on a power trip for slaves. A few human humans had been taken and burned through like kindling. Along with the more valued demons taken from other territories, rivals became angry at the first lord and it did not take long for him to be killed. After that, it had been a slaughter for the throne, the rest of the more powerful demons eager to seize the seat while it was vulnerable. He had been little more than a trophy after each overthrow, viewed as the last conquest to be had.
"Why is he bound?" the demon questioned.
"He is a fighter, this one," Lord Kehach chuckled. "He is also very satisfying when he is properly tied. I will break him soon. Would you like to try him out?"
"He appears to be too scrawny," the demon criticized. "And his hair - why is it that color?"
"He is fine," Lord Kehach insisted, growing insulted by so many questions about his beautiful pet. "Shall I give you a demonstration of his worth?"
"By all means, please do," the demon gestured towards the floor, where all of the demon guests would be able to watch.
"I don't bloody think so," Spike muttered, and was hit so hard that his chin bounced off the floor.
"Why does it speak?" Lord Kehach shouted at the dazed vampire. The demon's snickering angered the lizard, and he grabbed his pet by the hair, dragging him to the half-court line. The demons around them cheered as Lord Kehach let go of his pet's hair. "Sit yourself up onto your knees," he commanded. He waited and then kicked his pet until the vampire finally moved himself up onto his knees.
Spike knelt before Lord Kehach with nothing but mild disinterest and disgust inside of him. The lizard demon put a thick, clawed finger to his mouth and declared his ownership over his pet, earning numerous cheers. He pushed his finger into Spike's mouth, and he immediately bit down on it. The biting had no effect on the demon's armored skin, however, and the demon just proceeded to thrust his fingers in shallow movements as a mockery of what was to come.
"He is eager for it," Lord Kehach stated, earning laughs from the onlookers. "Very well, vampire, I will not keep you waiting for long." He pulled his hand away and instead pressed his full member to Spike's mouth, pushing in the scaled thing without regard. The demon began his rhythm on his own turns, only digging into Spike's hair to keep the vampire on him. Each thrust was brutal, the scales tearing at the sides of his mouth. Spike bit down like a crazed dog, but it was like biting into iron and only made the demon howl with pleasure, doubling his efforts.
Suddenly the demon was pulled away, the rapid outward pull ripping open the inside of Spike's cheek with a rush of blood.
"You're ruining everything!" the lizard wailed. "This is my kingdom!"
"He is my pet and you are not permitted to touch what is mine."
Spike looked up in time to watch Illyria drive the lizard's head into the floor. The demons that had gathered around scattered backwards a few feet, but did not run away. They seemed to have only witnessed a shift in power and the old lord being overthrown. The god was genuinely dissatisfied that the lizard had broken so easily.
"Who else challenges me?" Illyria demanded, taking a fighting stance. A large demon with tusks charged at her, and she quickly dispatched him by tearing his heart out of his chest. "Disappointing."
"Always in the nick of time, pet," Spike muttered, leaning forward to gather the blood and slime in his mouth and spit it all out. "Where were you ten lords ago?"
"You crept away without my knowing," Illyria stated. "Sneaking half-breed, intercoursing with the lesser."
"I was sodding kidnapped," Spike spat out, frustrated. "You'd known if you had half a brain."
"You reek of others," Illyria said. "Your loyalty to me is compromised."
"Yeah, hard to have faith in a so-called savior who never bloody…shows…." Spike trailed off as Illyria's suit dissolved before his eyes, leaving only expanses of gold and blue skin. She was perfect, as he had only dreamed. Her breasts were accented with a deep blue that matched her inky lips, her bare arms painted with the color.
"You are mine," Illyria stated, pushing against Spike's shoulder until he fell back onto the floor.
"Right. Yours," Spike repeated, mesmerized.
"You are not allowed anyone else," Illyria asserted, pinning him down as she settled herself over him. "If we mate, then you are bound to me."
"Mating," Spike could barely register anything besides the fact that she was just barely hovering over him, and he was painfully hard. "Yeah."
The god sank down onto him with such frankness that it was shocking. He cried out at the feel of her tightness enveloping him, tried to move himself but his arms were still bound. When she started to move for the both of them, Spike gave up to the pleasure, head smacking back onto the floor as he let himself go. She rose and fell on him until he finally came with a whimper and had to ask her to stop and climb off.
Her suit was back on in an instant, to Spike's slightly disappointment when he managed to make his body work enough to sit up.
"Now your loyalty is to me," Illyria stated.