Blue Belle | Cordy/Darla | NC-17
Female character you'd like paired with Cordelia: Darla.
Three elements you'd like included: Snark, lipstick, very expmsive wine.
Two things you don't want: Charach Death or non-con.
Range of ratings you'd like to read: Any
Does your request require comics canon?: No.
If not, are you okay if comics canon is used?: No comics.
The sleek black Mercedes rolled to a stop next to the large white sign. 'Welcome to SunnydaleHell,' it read. Darla lowered her shades and gazed through the necro-tempered windshield at the vandalized script.
To herself she spoke ruefully. “Ah, Sunnyhell. My least favorite one-horse town.” A frown marred her delicate features. “This little surprise of Heinrich's had better be worth it.”
Even through the heavy tinting the setting sun stung her eyes. She quickly replaced her glasses, then spent a moment touching up her mascara and her Verry Cherry® lipstick, motions swift and precise from hundreds of years of application without reflection. When she was satisfied, she rolled into town.
***
“What a dump,” she murmured upon finding her way to the main drag. It was trash, graffiti, and abandoned cars far as the eye could see. Not for the first time Darla wondered why so many vampires preferred to nest in filth and decay. It almost made her ashamed for her race. Certainly she expected better of the Master. Nest was practically OCD when she ran with him all those years ago. A place for everything and everything in its place. Either his standards had fallen off a cliff...or his pet project had seriously distracted him from minding the store. Either way, not a good thing.
Continuing on, she sensed a large gathering of vamps and turned down an alley. She found herself at the entrance of a club called 'The Bronze.' The door was propped open slightly, and inside she glimpsed humans in cages surrounded by what looked like a bunch of goths and biker gang rejects. “Check out Leatherfest '98,” she sneered.
Then she caught a whiff of something musty and ancient. She knew that smell. Hated that smell. Heinrich Nest, her sire, was somewhere in that building.
Without thinking, she stomped on the gas and peeled out of the alley. Darla just wasn't ready to deal with the old bastard yet. Slowly she calmed herself and returned to the scenery, not that there was anything to see besides suburban decay.
Just as Darla was beginning to despair of anything worthwhile in this pathetic hamlet, she caught a flash of blue in her periphery. It turned out to be a leggy brunette making her way downtown somewhat anxiously.
“Yum,” Darla purred. Realizing the sun was now below the horizon, she flung her shades away to get a better look. “Now this I like!”
She trailed discretely behind her newfound prey, the fine German automobile whispering over the pavement. Nonetheless, the girl's unease seemed to grow, as if deep down she knew she was being hunted. Blue Belle suddenly picked up the pace, and Darla watched play of her leg muscles under satin as she negotiated the uneven street.
Just as the vampiress decided this lovely morsel would be hers for the night, and possibly longer, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum emerged from the darkness to intercept the brunette.
“Shit,” she growled. “They would fuck this up.”
Darla gazed balefully at her 'siblings,' Willow and Xander. Old Heinrich must have been bereft of his senses when he made those two. That was the only possible explanation. Then, to add insult to injury, Xander began chasing down her prey. Her prey! Unacceptable! But before she could intervene, a dark blue van came roaring around the corner, discharging several humans armed with stakes and crosses.
“Ooo, the calvary is here.”
Darla snickered as Xander and Willow gave up Blue Belle without a fight.
“How pathetic.”
She decided to follow the van and snatch her prey at the next stop. As she cruised by her scowling 'siblings,' she couldn't resist rolling down the window and flipping them the bird.
“Better luck next time!”
Ahh, that felt good. Now, onto more interesting matters...
***
It turned out the roving band of do-gooders were based out of the local high school. She watched the big meathead and the short ginge wrestle the girl out of the van and carry her into the building, with the plain-looking female and the older gent following close behind. Resisting the urge to charge in there and claim her prize, Darla sat back and waited.
She was rewarded a few minutes later when the young ones slipped out of the building to guard the perimeter. Darla exited the car and followed her nose all the way to the library.
Easing the double doors open, she found Blue Belle sprawled prettily on table with the middle-aged fellow hovering over her, tending to her injuries. Darla slinked toward them and prepared to knock the good samaritan out when he spun around, axe in hand. He came at her with a series a moves that tweaked a memory.
“You're a watcher,” she remarked.
“And you're an abomination,” he snarled, attempting to split her head. She dodged the blow effortlessly and snatched a thick tome from the shelf, clubbing him unconscious before he could reset himself. Darla gazed down at human, listening to the frantic pace of his heart. To snack or not to snack, she mused. Then she heard footsteps in the distance.
“Not to snack,” she sighed.
Moving quickly, she cradled Blue Belle in her arms, indulging in a brief nuzzle before slipping out into the night.
***
Darla drove her new pet to the nicest hotel on the outskirts of Sunnyhell and booked the largest suite available. By the time she laid Blue Belle on the bed, Darla could tell by the cadence of the girl's vitals that she'd be waking up before long. The vampiress hurried outside to grab a few select items from the trunk and began her preparations.
***
Cordy awoke with a start, and got a face of...bubbles? She batted them away and quickly sat up. Cool air tickled her breasts, and she looked down with a gasp. She was naked. In a tub. In a bubble bath, to be precise.
“What the fu--?”
“Mmm. Hi there, cutie.”
Cordy's eyes shot up to find a diminutive blonde perched on the toilet seat. Showing lots of creamy white skin. All of it, to be exact. And-oh my god!-she had a finger between her legs. The brunette made a noise in her throat and hastily wrapped her arms around her breasts.
“Aw,” the blonde pouted.
Unbidden, Cordy's gaze drifted back to the woman's thighs and slender finger rubbing up and down, up and down, before snapping back to the face of her kidnapper. There was something familiar-suddenly, memories clicked into place.
“I-I know you! You're Darla.”
“Wow, I guess I'm popular here in Podunkville. And what's your name, Blue Belle?”
But Cordy was busy shaking her head and mumbling to herself. “This is wrong. This is all wrong. Willow, Xander, you. They're supposed to be alive, you're supposed to be dust. Angel staked you.”
***
That jolted Darla, but she managed not to show it. Killed by her own childe? Ludicrous. Wherever did this girl get that silly notion?
“And yet.” Darla pulled the glistening finger from between her thighs and gestured to herself. “Here I am. Sounds like someone around town has been telling stories. Probably that red-headed, childe-thieving slut sister of mine.”
She noticed Cordy was watching her hand in fascination. “Or maybe Xander rattled something loose in that valley girl head of yours when he threw you to the ground.”
“Wha-? Hey! Screw you!”
“I was trying, Blue Belle, before you so rudely covered up those breasts of yours.”
“My name is Cordelia,” the cheerleader growled. “And oh my god! I'm rude? Hello! Kidnapper in the room! And kidnappers don't get to look at my breasts! Ever!”
“Too late for that, cutie. Besides, I have a photographic memory.” Darla smirked and spread her legs wide, idly diddling her swollen twat. “And I have to say, the one of you in the tub with your bouyant not-so-little boobies floating atop the water? Top five jilling material.”
The vampiress punctuated the statement by working her entire hand into her slit and twisting it back and forth, all the while watching Cordelia's expression. She was pleased to see the combination of shock and arousal that played across the girl's face. Oh, this one would be fun after a little more persuasion.
***
Realizing what she'd been doing, Cordy blushed and scowled at the same time. Reflexively, she said, “You are such a perv!”
Darla's cunt made a sucking sound as she tugged her hand from its moist confines. The delicate skin was now glistening well past the wrist. Cordy felt something clench inside her, and she couldn't take her eyes off it as the vampiress pointed to the door.
“You don't like it? Leave. I'm sure Willow and Xander are out there somewhere just itching to make your acquaintance. Or you can stay here a while, where it's warm and safe. Where you'll be protected. Cared for. And where you'll experience the most mind-shattering orgasms of your life. Your choice, Cordelia.”
Cordy looked from the hand to the door, back to the hand, then to the distended labia from which it so recently emerged, and finally to Darla's face. When she spoke, her voice was small. “I guess I could stay a while. But, uh, I've never done anything like this before, so could we, yano, take it slow?”
Darla smiled a wide smile. “Of course we can, cutie. I'll be right back.” She exited the bathroom and reappeared moments later with a very old bottle of red and two glasses, which she set on the shelf next to the tub. “Scoot forward.”
Cordy hesitantly did so, then smiled in appreciation as she settled back against Darla's soft body. “Mmm, nice.”
Darla grinned and poured, handing her new playmate a glass. “To feast for the senses,” Cordy murmured.
“All you can eat,” Darla purred.
Cordy giggled. “Sounds good. Just no eating me.”
“Not until you ask me to, Blue Belle. Not until you ask me to.”
They clinked and sipped.