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Of Dark Magicks

Spiralling down into the darkness...

Of Dark Magicks

Spiralling down into the darkness...

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He hadn't intended to end up here.

Of course, intentions meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, not when they didn't stop what happened in the end.

He had been at the lowest point in his life in twenty-five years - thrown over by Council for caring too much, pushed aside by those he cared about. They were getting on with life while he had felt like he was standing still. No job, no purpose. He had been drifting, uncertain.

Then Ethan had shown up, invited him out for a drink, and Giles had agreed despite their last few run ins. One drink had turned to two, which had turned to quite a few. Before he had realized what was happening, he and Ethan had been in the middle of a bar brawl with several demons, magic spells flashing every which way. Afterwards, he had been buzzing in ways he hadn't experienced in twenty-five years, and he had wanted nothing more than for that high to continue.

The next morning, he had woken up with Ethan in his bed, his arm flung over the other man's bare torso. When he remembered what had happened the previous night, he had tried to pull away, tried to remind himself that this was a slippery slope - if he let himself be pulled in again, he'd never come up.

Then Ethan had drawn him back, reminding him of the rush of spellcasting. By the end of the day, Giles had started to turn his back on so many of the lessons the coven had taught him in Devon. By the end of the week, after spending several nights at the local magic den, re-experiencing old spells and learning new ones, he didn't care that he had, even when Buffy found him and asked him what was going on. He had been on his way to the den with Ethan and had shut his former Slayer out. What did it matter? He was no longer responsible for her, the Council had made that clear, and she was certainly not responsible for him.

When the others had started calling and showing up, he knew that he had to get out there. Away from Sunnydale and the interminable meddling of the Scoobies. Away from the stifling remnants of the life that he had tried to convince himself was what he needed to be.

This...this was who he was.

So he and Ethan had headed for Los Angeles, where they had found the best magic den in the city, a place to play both with magic and with sex. That had been two weeks ago.

Now, sitting in a private alcove, the music pulsing through him, intentions didn't matter a jot as he watched as Ethan played with a young woman out on the floor. With a dark smile, he concentrated, a small ball of fire forming in his hand. He blew on it, watching as it floated into the air, above the dancing spellcasters, hitting an energy ball someone else had let go and exploding in a rainbow of colors. Smiling in satisfaction, Giles closed his eyes and leaned back a little, letting the power in the den wash over him.
  • The first thing Lilah noticed when Lindsey walked into her office was his face. It was bruised, once again, and she knew who had done it. With a self-serving smirk on her face, she watched as Lindsey mad his way to a chair and sit down. “Didn’t know you liked it rough, Lindsey,” she said, her smirk still in place.

    “He’ll get his,” Lindsey merely said in reference to Angel.

    “Of course he will,” Lilah said, knowing Lindsey was just talking. She knew about how Lindsey straddled the fence at times, playing both sides. He would never amount to anything, especially if she could help it. “Is there a reason why you’re here?”

    Lindsey straightened his posture. “It’s about this project Linwood has us working on--”

    “You’re the one working on it,” Lilah pointed out. “I have projects of my own, and if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than entertain you.”

    He narrowed his eyes and stood from the chair. Without saying another word, Lindsey walked out of Lilah’s, leaving her alone with the file in front of her. She ran her hand over it, knowing she was about to get major points with the Senior Partners for what she had discovered.

    The week before, a local shaman approached her, telling her there was a den in Los Angeles, and whoever was there, was using powerful and dark magics. It was the sort of thing that interest Lilah and after doing some well-planned spying, she found out who the wizards were.

    Ethan Rayne, and one Rupert Giles - a former Watcher.

    She practically salivated at the thought of a trained Watcher being able to perform such magic. But, Lilah then found out he had been Buffy Summers’ Watcher. Buffy, the former lover of Angel. The pieces to the puzzle was slowly falling into place.

    After tucking the file away, Lilah stood from her desk and placed a small gift in her bag. She had plans to speak to Giles that afternoon and had decided to take a gift to him. It was a crystal blessed by Tibetan monks, and supposedly held great power. Hopefully he liked it and by the end of the day he’d be on her side, willing to work for the firm.

    Lilah left the building and drove over to the den. She’d taken a demon with her and he easily muscled her way into it. She asked around for Giles, the hair on her arms standing up from the amount of energy in the alcove, and finally a young woman giggled out a reply and pointed her toward an older man in the corner.

    She stepped in, and walked around a woman, who was lying on the floor. When she got to Giles, she stood there for a moment as the music seemed to grow louder. Clearing her throat, she began to speak over it. “Rupert Giles?” she asked.
    • When the unconscious body of the girl hit the floor just inside the alcove, Giles rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Ethan, if you keep going through girls at this rate, no one will be left for you to play with."

      "Then I'll just play with you, Ripper," Ethan told him, sliding down onto the couch next to him.

      Reaching over, Giles gave him a shove, sending him sprawling off the couch. "I told you not to call me that," he hissed. Ripper was a name from his younger days - a joke that he never wished to be known by again. "And I'm not a plaything for your amusement when you don't have anyone else."

      "Oh, come now, Ri--Rupert." Ethan climbed to his feet and crossed his arms, a shaft of energy appearing in front of him. "You rather enjoyed the other night, as I recall."

      "The other night was my decision, not yours." Flicking his hand out, the shaft shrank then disappeared. When Ethan appeared about to say something further, he snapped his fingers and the music in the alcove became louder even though there was no speaker there.

      Giles then looked over toward the alcove entrance, seeing a woman step in and raised his eyebrows. She definitely didn't belong her, not the way she was dressed, all tailored and well-coiffed. His eyes followed her as she made her way over to him and stood before him. With another discreet snap, the music became louder.

      "Who's this bird, Rupert?" Ethan asked. "A bit out of your element, aren't you, love?"

      "Do shut it, Ethan. Run along and find another plaything," Giles told him before turning his attention back to the woman before him. She was quite beautiful, he could see even in the dimness of the alcove, tall and proud, well-shaped and pert. "Ethan is right, you know. This doesn't appear to be your sort of place. You look like you'd be more at home in an office somewhere...possibly a business or a...law firm, perhaps."

      As Ethan snorted and slipped out of the alcove to return to the floor, Giles sat back against the couch. "You've obviously gone to some trouble to find me if you've come here. Did Buffy and the other send you?"
      • Lilah raised an eyebrow when Ethan spoke to her. Her contact was right - Ethan Rayne was a mousy little man. Lilah just stared at him for a moment, daring him to speak to her again. Maybe he could perform magic, but she knew how to protect herself from him. When Rupert spoke again, Lilah turned and looked down at him.

        He wasn't bad looking, even if he was on the older side. Lilah mentally shrugged, knowing she'd fucked guys his age when she was in college. When he told her she was out of her element, Lilah kept the smirk off her face and just looked at him. She wasn't going to show her cards until Ethan was away from them. The deal was with Rupert, not his mediocre lapdog.

        Once she saw Ethan slink away, Lilah turned her attention back to Rupert. "No one sent me," she finally said. "I'm a big girl and can wander the city by myself. I'm Lilah Morgan and I work for Wolfram and Hart. Enemies of the good guys - like Cordelia Chase and Angel." She glanced over her shoulder and at Ethan. He seemed too busy to pay attention to them.

        "I've read a great deal about you Mister Giles. When I found out there were new wizards in the city, I researched them. What a surprise it was to find out one of them was a Watcher," she said. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ethan was looking at them. "If you value your eyes, Mister Rayne, I'd turn away." She nodded toward the demon by the door and Ethan looked over at him and then quickly went back to playing with his 'pet'.

        Lilah moved closer to Rupert and let a small smile lift on her face. "I've sought you out to offer you a job at Wolfram and Hart," she said, pulling her present out of her purse. She handed it to Rupert. "A small present to get our talks rolling."
        • When Lilah introduced herself and told her where she was from, Giles smirked and sat forward. So his guess of a law firm hadn't been that far off. It was just the sort of law firm that he hadn't considered. "I've heard of your firm, Miss Morgan," he told her when she told them who they were. "I've been well aware of their existence for many years."

          He was intrigued that someone from the well-known opponents of the Watchers Council had actually taken time to search him out. He was even more intrigued and a bit aroused when Lilah threatened Ethan. Anyone who put Ethan in his place, especially in such a subtle way, deserved to be heard out.

          "Ethan hates to think he'll be left out anything, but obviously, this is between you and me. Why did you come to find me here?"

          When she moved closer, he raised his eyebrows and stayed where he was. She wanted to offer him a job. How very interesting. He was sure that getting a former Watcher on their side would be considered quite a prize. Perhaps he should see just how far she was willing to go to secure him.

          Taking the present, he held the crystal in his hand. "This is quite a opener," he told her, feeling the power that was contained inside. "Have you ever used one of these before? There's many things you do with one, but I rather like this..."

          He stood up in front of Lilah so they were quite close together and held the crystal up between them. Speaking a few words softly, he flicked the crystal with his finger, causing it to vibrate quite vigorously. He then ran it over her body, over her chest and down lower across her stomach and abdomen.

          "There's many crystals in the world, but blessed ones are quite rare," he whispered, watching her expression closely as he continued to move the crystal in lazy circles. "You certainly have my attention, Miss Morgan. What offer exactly did you have in mind?"
          • Lilah continued to look at Rupert as he stated he knew about Wolfram and Hart. She knew he would, but still needed to state where she was form. Honestly, although not always her strong point, was always the best policy in situations like these. “If Mister Rayne values his body parts, then he’ll go to the other side of the room,” she said, without looking at him.

            A second later, Lilah saw Ethan scurry off to the other side of the room, and she smirked a little. Turning her attention back to Rupert, she watched as he took the crystal out. “Only the best, for the best,” she told him. “And no, I don’t know all the power it possesses. I’ve seen them used in a few spells, but nothing spectacular.”

            When Rupert stood and moved toward her, Lilah stood in place. Backing away would show weakness and she wasn’t weak. She looked over at the crystal as he muttered his words, and soon it was vibrating. Then she felt the power started to wash over her, making her feel pleasure. Her first reaction is to moan and close her eyes.

            “My offer?” She asks, her eyes threatening to flutter shut. “You come to work for us and we’ll give you anything you want, Mister Giles.” The more he touched her with the crystal, the more aroused she began. She felt her face flush and he wanted to pull away from him but she couldn’t. That would show weakness and she wasn’t weak.
            • Oh, Giles definitely liked Lilah Morgan, he decided as he watched Ethan move to get away from her. Over the last few weeks, he had begun remembering how much the wanker had got on his nerves most times. Still, he provided amusement, always had, so keeping him around for the time being was advantageous.

              However, at the moment, he much rathered focus on Lilah, watching her closely as he ran the crystal over her. She managed to maintain her composure, even when he ran it down to the juncture of her legs. Very good.

              "Anything I want? That's quite an opening offer," he asked in a low voice. Pulling the crystal away, he closed his hand around it. "I'm impressed. Most people would have been a quivering mass of jelly by now, including Ethan. He never did have much of a resistance to spells."

              Returning to the couch, he sat down, indicating that she could join him if she wished. "Now...you said anything I wanted. If I asked for a house, I would get it? A car? Books? Girls? Money? Countries? You've opened yourself and your firm up to quite a big bill. Just how far would you and they be willing to go, I wonder, before it wouldn't be worth it to pursue me."
              • Lilah was relived when Rupert pulled the crystal away. She had a resolve of steel most of the time but when someone is sending sexual energy through your body, it's hard to hold back. "Thank you," she merely said when he said he was impressed. She was afraid to say anything more, knowing the strain in her voice would give her away.

                She watched him sit down on the couch and took a seat beside him. Carefully crossing her legs, Lilah made sure her skirt ran up her thigh. If he was going to play games with her, then she was going to play them right back. "Well, not everything Mister Giles. It was a figure of speech," she told him as she folded her hands on her lap. "There are some things we can provide you - a house, car, money, books..."

                Lilah's eyes ticked out to the floor and she shook her head. "Doesn't look like you need any girls," she said before looking at him again. "Besides, why would someone like you want a girl? Wouldn't you rather have a woman? One who knows what she's doing and how to please someone? They," she waved her hand toward the girls on the floor, "look like nothing more than a bunch of college girls you picked up at the local club. I would hope a gentleman like you would have more class than screwing sorority girls."

                She looked him over for a moment before looking up at his face again. "Unless you're living some perverted fantasy," she said with a smirk. "Now, as for my offer, I run the special projects department and I need someone by my side that'll do what they're doing. Right now we're working on a large project that'll make Angel putty in our hands."
                • "Girls...was also a figure of speech," he told her, leaning his elbow against the back of the couch as he studied her. With his other hand, he made a vague sweeping gesture toward the room outside the alcove. "The ones out there, they're what Ethan enjoys. I think he likes playing on their...inexperience and insecurities, but that's to make up for his own. As you said, I prefer women who know what they're doing. Which is in short supply around here, as I'm sure you can imagine."

                  He gave her a dark smile, wondering if she was actually referring to what he thought she was referring to. If so, she had a rather wicked sense of humor. "No...no perverted fantasies."

                  As she explained a bit about her department at Wolfram and Hart, he ran the nail of his index finger over his lower lip as he listened. "Turning Angel to putty, hmmm?" he asked in a low voice. "I would have thought that given your firm's reputation, you want to do more than just turn him to putty." He leaned forward, closer to Lilah and raised his eyebrow. "I would think that as lawyer, you would know the importance of precision, especially when it comes to what you're offering me. Mentioning your work, then not telling me what you're doing that would require help from me than you couldn't get elsewhere? Saying anything I want, then telling me that's not exactly what you meant? Why should I take your offer, Lilah? I know what your firm expects of its employees - why should I give up my freedom like that? What would make it worth it when I can easily get a house, a car, money and books?"
                  • "And whatever Mr. Rayne wants, he gets? I didn't take you as such a pushover, Mister Giles," Lilah said as she crossed her arms.

                    She watched as Rupert thought about her offer. When he started to speak, she looked at him with a leveled gaze. And when he leaned forward, she didn't budge from her spot. "The firm does employ free lance employees, Mister Giles. We have several people working for the firm that aren't under contract. Of course they're the ones we can trust. Maybe if you can show us your loyalty, and trust, then we can give you a job without the contract," Lilah said in a low voice.

                    When he brought up Angel, she raised an eyebrow. "Do you think I would spill my secrets about Angel here, where every college whore can hear it? If you want to know what are plans are, then you'll either secure this area or you'll take me someplace where I can tell you," Lilah told him. "Think of it as my way of showing you I trust you. Maybe you can show me the same."

                    Her eyes traveled out to the floor again and she shook her head. "And for the record, Mister Giles, you aren't the only unemployed Watcher in the city. Angel just found himself a new employee by the name of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. I could easily snatch him up, have my demon friend beat him into submission, and have him help the firm, but I like a challenge. So, the ball's in your court now, Mister Giles," she said, shifting on the couch, her skirt riding up even further as a wave of magic washed over her.
                    • "It's more whatever keeps Ethan out of trouble," Giles told Lilah. "He likes to cause chaos...and goes about it with no finesse whatsoever. I'm sure, given your employers predilictions for well-laid plans that deliver results, they know how dangerous letting someone go off half-cocked can be."

                      He was intrigued when she mentioned the fact that Wolfram & Hart employed free-lance. He wondered what exactly it would take to gain their trust - how far did they expect him to go for them. He considered this as Lilah told him that she wouldn't say anything more about the plans for Angel unless they were secured.

                      "If privacy it what you want, I can arrange for that quite easily," he said. When she mentioned that there was another former Watcher in town, he let out a snort. "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce? He wouldn't be worth a jot after you let your demon friend lose on him. The boy was taken out with one punch during the recent fight during the aborted Ascension of Mayor Wilkins in Sunnydale. I'm sure you heard about that."

                      Looking at the creamy skin of her leg, he felt himself stir a bit as he stood and leaned over her. "I killed the Mayor, you know. Blew him right up."

                      He then reached over to take her hand, helping her to stand from the couch. "I do believe you asked for some privacy?"

                      He led her over to a wall panel and touched it, causing it to open with a pop. Ushering her through, he took her down a hall and up a few flights of stairs to a flat. Inside, he locked the door and said a few words.

                      "Not only are we secure, but no one will bother us," he told her. "Can I offer you something to drink? I assure you that it's better than the swill they offer down in the den."
                      • Lilah crossed her arms as Rupert went on about how Wesley wouldn't be much use to them. What the former Watcher didn't know was that the firm had a way of breaking people down before building them back up. They could easily break Wesley and made him into what they wanted him to be. The weaker ones were always the easy ones. "Yes, I heard about it," she said, sounding bored. She had done her research.

                        When he leaned over her, making his statement about the mayor, Lilah could feel his warm breath on her face. She felt herself throb a little before she reached up and took his hand. After they were in the other room, she nodded and had a seat on the couch. "Red wine if you have it," she told him.

                        Crossing her legs again, and making sure some of her thigh was showing because she knew how that drove men crazy, she looked over at him. "The firm has found away to bring someone back to life. I'm sure you know of Angelus' Sire Darla? We're bringing her back, but as a human and not a vampire," she explained as she folded her hands on her lap.

                        It was a good plan and Lilah knew it would work. "We researched her and found out she was dying before she was turned so whatever disease she had then, she'll have when we bring her back. She'll be a dying human, with a soul, and she'll remember everything she did as a vampire," she said with a wicked grin. "And Angel won't know what to do. He won't be able to save her because we all know he's too noble to turn her. And while he's brooding over his dying Sire, we'll swoop in for the kill."
                        • Putting the box with the crystal down on a shelf, Giles walked over to the liquor cabinet, taking out a bottle of red wine and the bottle of scotch. Once he had poured the drinks, he turned to her, his eyes sweeping over her.

                          She was certainly one of the most sexual creatures he had ever met though not in the way most people thought of being sexual. She didn't flaunt it openly like those girls down in the den. She was more subtle and sophisticated about it, just exuded it, and seemed comfortable using it - or not - as she saw fit. He could imagine what it would be like to feel her around him.

                          Walking over to the couch, he handed her the glass of wine and then sat down, listening to her as she explained the firm's plan to get at Angel. He was actually surprised at how much information she gave him, practically the entire plan.

                          "Impressive," he said before taking a sip of his scotch. He knew that aside from Buffy, Darla was Angel's biggest weakness. "I take it you have a plan in place for controlling Darla once you bring her back. I understand that even as a human, she was rather headstrong. I have no doubt, however, that Angel will react exactly as you expect - rather predictable in that way."

                          Leaning his elbow against the back of the couch, he held the scotch glass in his hand, swirling it around as he looked at her. "So tell me, Miss Morgan. If I were to say no to your offer tonight but admit being intrigued, would you continue to come around, trying to convince me? And just what would your employers expect to gain their trust? If I was interested in free-lance, that is."
  • Lilah took the wine and smiled. "1970. Good year for red wine. I would say I'm impressed but you seem to be a man of good taste, Mister Giles," she said before swirling the wine around. She brought the glass up and took a small sip as she watched him sit next to her. She casually uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again.

    "We have several safeguards in place to help us with Darla. The firm doesn't do things half-way, Mister Giles. I'm certain we'll win this small war we've waged against Angel," she calmly said. Leaning forward, she placed the wine on the table and smiled at his question.

    "If you haven't realized it yet, I'm the type of woman who doesn't take no for an answer. I will come back here day and night until you either kill me, say yes, or fall in love with my ways and never want me to leave again," Lilah said with a small smile. "I've negotiated treaties between demon clans. An unemployed Watcher doesn't bother me."

    She leaned forward again, her body dangerously close to his. "And I play dirty. You won't see it coming but it'll be there. I know what I want and what I want at this very moment is you," she whispered.
    • Despite Lilah's assurances that they had safeguards in place, Giles did wonder if they were truly prepared for what might actually happen when they resurrected Darla. He supposed there was nothing to do but wait and see - and he rather did want to see what happened, especially if it worked.

      "I look forward to seeing the outcome. If I'm allowed to, of course. I've always rather had an...interest in Angel's downfall," he told her, watching her as she moved. Quite graceful, assured. He had to force himself not to react to her opening and closing her legs, though he couldn't imagine there being a man alive who wouldn't have.

      He was also rather impressed with her determination. "Day and night, you say? Who says I'll allow myself to fall for your charms? Perhaps it will be you who will never want to leave me." His eyes ticked down over her body, so close. His hand hovered over her, close but not quite touching, as his voice tone lowered to match hers. "I think I'd rather enjoy seeing just how dirty you can play, Miss Morgan. Because I do think you'll find, I can as well. And I do think we'd have quite a great deal of fun."
      • Lilah smirked when Rupert said she might fall for his charm. "I'm not one of your little Slayers or college girls, Mister Giles. I don't fall so easily. If you think you can win me over with your charm, then by all means..." She smiled at him, daring him to make his move.

        When they were merely inches apart, she could feel herself warming up again. "If you want a record of how dirty I can play, I'll introduce you to my associate Lindsey. He might even show you the scars," she whispered. When he mentioned Lilah pushed out a low laugh. Oh, if it was fun he wanted, then it was fun he was going to get.

        "I must warn you, Mister Giles," Lilah said, her fingernail running along his thigh, "the only sort of fun I like to have is the adult kind." She drew lazy circles over his thigh as she stared him in the eyes. "Plus, what if I decided to leave the firm and become a partner with you? Would that be something that would interest you?"
        • "I do believe that's a challenge," Giles said with a smirk, his hand moving to rest on her on the curve of her hip. "And I have a feeling that we would challenge each a great deal."

          They were practically on top of each other now, and he almost wanted to fuck her there and then on the couch. But this was some of the best foreplay he'd had in a long time. He was quite enjoying this. He was quite enjoying her. Lilah Morgan was a worthy challenge and far more interesting than anyone else he had met in a long time.

          When she touched his thigh, he had to bite back a hiss of pleasure, locking eyes with hers. "Adult fun is best kind," he murmured, his hand trailing down from her hip down her own thigh. When he reached the hem of her skirt, he traced a finger over the soft skin above her knee. "Although I didn't think the firm let their associates go that easily. And would you really want to give up what they give you? For someone you just met tonight? You don't seem the type."

          His hand slid to the inside of her thigh and up under her skirt, rubbing over her panties. He raised an eyebrow at her and pushed them aside, his fingers running over her rather wet folds. He felt himself hardening in the jeans he was wearing at that, his boxers becoming quite tight.

          "You do like the adult sort of fun, don't you?" he asked as his finger began rubbing her clit. Leaning over to place his mouth next to her ear, he began rubbing harder. "I'm sure we can share pleasures with each other that others only dream of."
          • "I thrive on challenges Mister Giles," Lilah said, shuddering a little when she felt his hands on her thigh. She licked her lips and looked at him as his fingers run over her skin. "Maybe I wouldn't leave them for you, but I'd love to see what sort of things you'd do to get me. And I know you'd want me by the time I was finished with you."

            She ran her hand closer to his crotch as they locked eyes. She opened herself up to him just enough for him to move up to the crotch of her panties. A soft moan left her mouth when his finger traced over her wet folds and to her clit. Lilah had to stop herself from grinding back as he started to rub her clit. It'd been too long.

            "I had a slight disadvantage," Lilah purred before her finger ran over the outline of Rupert's hard cock. "You used magic on me earlier. Someone needs to learn how to play fair." She tilted her head leaned closer and scraped her teeth over his neck. Fucking someone you wanted on your side wasn't something Lilah did a lot but Rupert was different and if she did this, then he might trust her more.

            Undoing the top of his jeans, she pulled the zipper down before pulling him out. Her hand wrapped around the heated flesh of his cock and she slowly started to stroke him. "I think you're right, Mister Giles," she whispered back.
            • "Who's to say we'll want to finish with each other," Giles asked, his voice rough as he continued playing with her clit as his other hand moved to tangle in her hair. His lips brushed down from her ear to her jawline as her hand caressed his cock through his jeans, that and her teeth on his neck causing pleasure to coil at the base of his spine.

              "And somehow, I don't think playing fair is something I want to do with you," he told her, biting back a moan when she pulled him from his jeans to stroke him. Her hand was sure and warm and felt bloody marvelous wrapped around his throbbing cock. "You said yourself that you play dirty. Can't give up my advantage, can I? I have enough scars as it is, and I doubt you'd respect me if I did."

              Pressing his thumb against her clit, he twisted his hand and pushed his index finger inside of her, humming in approval at the heat that welcomed him. He defintely wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock, wanted to play with her in so many ways. While he licked over the pulse of her neck, he began thrusting his finger within her.

              As his hips bucked forward slightly, her hand working him, he slid his hand from her hair around her back and snaked it under her blouse. Finding her breasts, he began teasing a nipple through the silky material of her bra.
              • "Aw, and here I thought you thought of me as a little Catholic school girl," Lilah said with a wicked smile. Speaking of which, she had a school girl uniform at her apartment. Maybe if Rupert played his cards right, she would wear if for him someday. He could be the headmaster and she could be the naughty schoolgirl. The thought making her even wetter.

                "I like scars," she purred as she stroked him faster. Lilah could feel herself start to tighten but she wanted to hold off. She wanted Rupert to come first, not her. It was a power struggle and she needed to keep the upper hand. Her thumb swiped over the tip of his cock.

                "Do you do this often, Mister Giles? Finger fuck women you've just met?" Lilah moaned as she started to think about penal codes to stop from coming.
                • A low groan rumbled in Giles' throat as she began stroking him faster. He could feel the pleasure in his lower spine building, and his balls tightening, but he wasn't ready to give himself over to the rush. Not yet. He was enjoying this too much.

                  Inserting a second finger into her, he continued thrusting, smiling as he locked eyes with her. "Which answer would you like, Miss Morgan?" he asked her lowly. "That I do this all the time after meeting a woman, and you're nothing special? Or that I've never done this at all, and you're the first? I don't think I'll actually answer that question. Rather fun to let you guess as to what the truth might be."

                  He raised his eyebrow, recognizing from the way her body was tensing that she was close, just the way he was. But he still wasn't ready to give himself over. And he rather wanted to play with her a bit longer. Would she play along, get frustrated...or both?

                  So suddenly, he stopped and pulled his hand from her before also pulling her hand from his cock. Grasping her waist, he shifted her so she was sitting on his thighs. Reaching up, he opened her shirt and leaned forward to tease her nipple with his teeth through her bra. When he sat back again, he said a few words, and a condom appeared on his cock. Useful spell, that one - especially when Ethan tried to catch him unawares.

                  "How far are you willing to go tonight, Miss Morgan?" he asked, slowly rubbing his cock against her wet folds while he cupped her breasts and continued to toy with them.
                  • When Rupert inserted a second finger, Lilah bit back a moan and squeezed his cock. "Do as you please, Mister Giles. I can't make you answer my question...at least not now. But, I'll get the upper hand someday. All I have to do is keep working you," she whispered as she stared at him. He wasn't going to win this round. It was always best to make a good first impression.

                    She raised her eyebrows when he removed his fingers from her and pulled her hand away from his cock. Before she could react, Rupert had her wrists in his hands and was hauling her up to his lap. Lilah gasped when she felt his teeth tugging on her nipples and closed her eyes. She heard him mutter something and opened her eyes in time to see a condom appear.

                    "I don't know, Mister Giles. It depends on how good you are at this. After all, you are old and I'm young. I wouldn't want to embarrass yourself when you can't perform," Lilah said with a hit of mischief in her eyes as she pushed down against his cock.
                    • Quirking his eyebrow, Giles looked into Lilah's eyes, seeing the determination flickering there in their depths. She wanted to win this challenge, he could see it. To impress them or to convince herself she was still in control, he wasn't completely sure. But either way, she wanted to win.

                      So when she went along with him when he changed, he wasn't surprised. In fact, he was quite amused when she mocked him, insulting his age. Hissing slightly when she pushed down on his cock, he dug his fingers into her waist and pulled her to him, sliding deeply into her. She felt as good as he had imagined she would.

                      "Age doesn't matter a whit, Miss Morgan," he told her, thrusting up into her sharply. "I have experiences and knowledge you don't. Otherwise, why would you want me to work for you and the firm?"

                      Reaching out, he called the crystal from where he had left it and held it up in front of her as he continued bucking his hips upward, enjoying the feel of her warmth wrapped so tightly around him despite the condom.

                      "For instance, I've already showed you one of the things this can do. But I also know a hundred more uses. Would you like to find them out?" he asked. "Or perhaps..."

                      He flicked the crystal, starting it vibrating again and held it over her breasts, watching her nipples become erect.

                      "I should stick with what you know. Since you're so young."
                      • When Rupert grabbed her wrists, Lilah looked down at him in mock amusement. He started to rattle on about age meaning experience and that’s why she’d come there. True, he did have knowledge and that’s why the firm would want him. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

                        Instead, she watched as he called the crystal over to her and started on about how he knew how to use it. Lilah opened her mouth to speak but before a word could come out, she felt the familiar sensation of the crystal vibrating through her body. She let out a low groan and quickly cover the crystal with her free hand, making the vibrating stop.

                        As she held the crystal, she slid off his cock and lap before releasing his hand. Slowly, she removed all of her clothes and smirked down at him. “If you’re as good as you say you are, then you’ll be able to pleasure me without using magic. Or is that the only way you can get off, Mister Giles?” she asked, looking down at him.
                        • Giles raised his eyebrow when Lilah grabbed his hand and slid off his lap. He was wondering for a moment if she had decided to call an end to their games. Then she stripped completely, standing in front of him completely naked.

                          She was certainly gorgeous. Put all those girls Ethan drooled over in the den to shame.

                          Putting the crystal down on the table, he stood and pulled the rest of his clothes off before stepping over to her, running his hand over her breasts. He then wrapped his arms around her, picking her up and taking her nipple between his teeth and teasing it back to the erect state it had been in earlier.

                          As he did, he turned around and took her back to the couch, lying her on it and covering her with his body. Sliding back into her, he began to shag her with long, firm strokes. After a few moments, he reached between them and sought out her clit, pressing hard against with his thumb as he quickened the pace.
                          • Lilah watched as Rupert stood from the couch and took over the rest of his clothes. Her eyes ticked over him, and she had to admit he wasn’t bad looking for an older gentleman. He was still in shape, and hadn’t allowed anything to sag. With a raised eyebrow, she watched him come over to her.

                            A moan, much to her chagrin, escaped her mouth as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Lilah wanted him like no one else she’d been with in recent months. But, she wouldn’t say that. She had to win this round and show him she could hold her own. She wasn’t like one of those little college girls in the other room.

                            When he laid her back down, and pushed himself into her, Lilah automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Her fingernails scraped over his back and she lifted her hips with each other his thrusts. When she felt his thumb against her clit, she shuddered. She wasn’t going to lose this time so she clench his cock harder and leaned up and started to bite his shoulder.
                            • She truly was fantastic, the way she moved, the noises she made even though he could tell she was trying not to. Giles especially liked it when she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deeper inside her. He hadn't had such a good lay in years.

                              A shudder ran through him in spite of himself when he felt her fingernails on his back. She had got him so arosed with their back and forth and their foreplay that every little touch was like a bolt of electricity to his cock. He knew several ways to hold himself back, of course, but in a way, part of him didn't want to. He wanted her to win this. He wanted her a bit over confident. He wanted her to come back.

                              He wanted her.

                              Feeling her contract around him and her teeth sank into his skin, he smiled and closed his eyes, groaning softly, pushing himself into her hard. He could feel his balls begin to tighten and let it happen, fucking her a several more times until he came with a hoarse moan. He managed to keep his thumb pressed against her, though, and when he recovered, he leaned down and bit into her breast, determined to take her over even if she had "won".
  • Lilah groaned as Rupert continued to push into her. She couldn't remember the last she'd been fucked like this. It was good enough that she wanted to return every night just to fuck Rupert senseles. With a smirk, she moved her mouth to his neck and sucked on it as he pushed harder into her.

    Suddenly, he let out a moan and she felt him twitch inside of her. Lilah pulled his shuddering body closer to her and decided to let herself go. With a feel more rubs of his thumb, Lilah threw her head back and let out a low scream as she came around him. She continued to shake underneath him, happy she'd came after him. To her that meant she was still in control.

    When she got her breath back, she looked up at him. "Not bad," she purred as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Not bad for an old man. Now, are you a one-shot man or do you have more in you?" She gave him a smile. "Or, I could just keep coming back until you decide you want to work for me and the firm."
    • When Lilah spasmed around him, her scream of pleasure echoing in his ear, Giles' head lolled back in bliss for a moment as he enjoyed the feel of her so tight around his cock. As she slowly stopped contracting, he tilted his head back to look down at her, quite liking the way she ran her fingers through his hair. She made it quite sensual.

      Grinning at her question, he slowly pulled out of her though he didn't want to. Certain physical needs made it necessary, however. "I do believe I have more in me though you'll have to allow me two small indulgences. One, a small bit of magic..." With a few words, the condom was gone, leaving him clean. "And two, a small amount of time to recover. I am, after all, still a man, and you did say no magic."

      He knew plenty of spells - how to make one stay hard, how to cause pleasure in another - but since she said no, he'd use none of those. At least not tonight. Perhaps another time he introduce her to the enhanced pleasures of magic.

      "Although, while we're waiting..."

      Pushing her legs apart a bit further, he leaned down and ran his tongue over her clit, teasing it while one hand snaked up to fondle her breast.
      • Lilah gave Giles an amused look when he said he needed time to recover. She'd been around magic enough during her career at the firm to know he'd be ready to go if she were allowing him to use it. Maybe later he could. She had heard rumors about how magic sex was much better than regular. "Well, then, maybe you should entertain--"

        She didn't get to finish her sentence before she felt Rupert's tongue on her clit. Still sensitive from just coming, Lilah groaned and moved against his tongue. "Fuck," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. She scraped her fingernails across his scalp, not caring about having the power anymore. She had already won the first round.

        "I hope doing this makes you hard," she whimpered as she felt herself start to tighten up. "I think I could use another rounding of fucking you." Gripping his hair tighter, Lilah started to ride his tongue harder until she screamed out and everything exploded inside of her.
        • Feeling the way her body responded to his teasing of her clit, Giles smiled, feeling himself starting to stir again. She tasted quite devine, and her body moved in ways definitely made him want her again. He groaned softly when her nails scraped across his scalp. He had always loved that sensation, the bolts of utter pleasure it sent through him, though she no doubt had no idea what it did to him.

          When she said she hoped it was making him hard, he took her hand and cupped it over his cock so she could feel exactly what it was doing to him. He wasn't completely hard again yet, but he was definitely aroused. He wanted to fuck her again as much as she apparently wanted to.

          Pressing his tongue against her as she moved more violently, he greedily lapped up her release when she came. Lilah was definitely a screamer - he liked that. He liked hearing what how what they were doing was affecting her.

          When she finally came down, her grip on his hair lessening, he moved up her body, looking down into her eyes. He was completely hard now and wanted her badly. "How do you want this?" he asked lowly before repeating the spell to encase himself in a new condom.
          • Lilah caught her breath in time to find Rupert hovering above her. She could feel his hard cock brushing against her thigh and she moaned at that. There was something extremely erotic about being the one who made a man hard. When he asked his question, Lilah acted like she was giving it a lot of thought. She knew what she wanted since it was her favorite way of being fucked.

            "I think," she said, moving her thigh over his cock, "you should bend me over the nearest surface and fuck me from behind. I've been told I have a nice ass. And you seem like the type of man to enjoy a nice piece of ass."

            With a grin, she leaned up and nipped at his bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed. Lilah wouldn't admit it but she had a small amount of blood lust running through her veins. Unlike most women, she didn't mind seeing someone getting their head chopped off, or seeing them beat to a bloody pulp. She actually enjoyed watching the local death matches, which were held in cages.

            Leaning up a little, she licked the blood off his lip and smiled. "I haven't got all day, Mister Giles," she whispered as she pushed against him.
            • As Lilah seemed to be deciding what he wanted, Giles raised an eyebrow, wondering if this was another one of her attempts to keep the upperhand. He had to admit, if so, it was quite enjoyable, especially since he got to press against her, skin on skin.

              When she finally told him what to do, he smiled, ready to pull her up and do just that. But before he could, he felt pain in his bottom lip, causing pleasure to lance through him, straight to his cock. He looked down at her after she licked the blood off him, seeing the glint in her eye.

              So she liked pain and roughness. Like causing it, liked seeing it, he wagered.

              Getting up, he grabbed her and pulled her up, turning her to bend her over the arm of the couch. As he pushed her down, he quickly pushed her legs apart and thrust himself into her, fucking her hard and fast.

              "Is this to your liking, Miss Morgan?" he whispered lowly in her ear, his voice almost a growl. Reaching around her, he cupped her breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples between his fingers.
              • Lilah looked up at Rupert, wondering what he was going to do when he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her up. She soon found herself over the arm of the couch and she let out a moan as Rupert impaled her with his cock. She gasped and pressed against him as he started to fuck her hard.

                "Yes," Lilah gasped as he reached around and roughly fondled her breasts. With the force of his thrusts, she could feel her skin being rubbed by the material of the couch. It hurt but it was the kind of pain Lilah liked, and it made being fucked even better. She hissed and snaked her hand down to her clit and started to roughly rub it.

                "So fucking good, Mister Giles," she groaned. She didn't care about winning this time. All she wanted was to come, and to come hard. When she felt herself start to tighten, she increased her rubbing and pushed against him hard. "Oh fuck!" And with a primal scream, an orgasm rocked through her body and she started to spasm around his cock.
                • When Lilah began rubbing her clit, Giles smiled - it seemed that she wasn't worried about who came first this time. And truth be told, he didn't care either. This was the best shag he had had in years. He didn't have to be careful or worry that what he was doing was too much. He didn't have to worry about his control.

                  Oh, how he had missed this feeling.

                  Feeling her beginning to clench around him, Giles grasped her hips and continued to slam himself into her, forcing himself into her even though her body was almost too tight. He could feel his release building in his balls and down in his back, knew that once she hit her own, he wouldn't last much longer himself.

                  Then suddenly, she began contracting, locking him deep inside her. The scream that issued from her throat was almost musical. Her orgasm quickly milked his own, and he let go, his cock twitching as he came.

                  Panting heavily, he leaned over her, his cock finally slipping out of her when she relaxed enough to let him go. He quickly cleaned himself up with the spell, then straightened up, pulling Lilah up with him.

                  His fingers caressed over her hips as he whispered into her ear, "I rather look forward to our future meetings regarding your offer."
                  • Lilah caught her breath in time for Rupert to pull her up. When he whispered in her ear, Lilah smirked. If she wanted him to take her seriously, she needed to act serious. They could fuck when she wasn't there on business - if she felt like coming there after-hours. Turning around, she looked him in the eye.

                    "Lets get something straight, Mister Giles. This is a one time deal. I don't make a habit of fucking men when I'm working. If I come here to speak to you about my offer, then it'll be with our clothes on. I'm not going to fuck you until you agree to it," she said, straighten her posture.

                    She stepped away from him and put her clothes back on. "Besides," Lilah said, walking over to him again. "you've haven't given me any sort of reason to keep coming back for sex. Making me come three times doesn't mean I'm going to swoon at your feet."

                    Lilah straightened out her clothes and slipped her high heels back on. "Besides, I don't fuck the same man on more than one occasion. They tend to fall in love to quickly and love makes me sick," she said, running a fingernail over his neck.
                    • Giles raised an eyebrow when Lilah tried to draw a line between business and pleasure, claiming that if she was there to talk about him about Wolfram and Hart, they wouldn't be doing what they had just done. It was rather amusing, all things considered.

                      "I'm sure you fuck with men all the time when you're working," he told her, reaching for his boxers and slipping them on before standing up. "Simply a matter of semantics as to which sort you're referring too."

                      He looked up at her when she walked over to him, smirking at her attempt to push off what had happened between them. "Oh, my dear, if you were to swoon at my feet, I don't think I'd want you to come back either. And I certainly don't intend to fall in love with you." He reached up and cupped his hand to the back of her neck, tangling his hand in her hair. "We shagged. It wasn't anything earth-shattering. So if you think you getting your kit off for me is going to make me lose my heart, then I doubt you've even experienced love before."

                      He let her go before slipping into his jeans and shirt, which he left open as he walked over and picked up the crystal she had brought as an opening gift. Twirling it through his fingers, he walked over to the entrance to the flat and took down the privacy ward before opening the door.

                      "I still look forward to your future attempts to convince me to join your firm. Good evening, Miss Morgan."
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