The Confrontation

"I know," she replied, her own breath mixing with his as she touched him. She was being cruel, but she was loving every second of it. His question made her chuckle, because he would soon feel just how eager she was. She was practically dripping for him, her underwear soaked and as she felt his fingers her eyes rolled in to the back of her skull. Her hips moving against his touch she moaned in delight, turning her eyes back at him as she continued to touch him.
They were making a lot of noise, but hopefully the walls were somewhat soundproofed. "I don't want to come yet," she said, feeling her legs shake a little from how sensitive she felt. She was trying to fight it, but the more she resisted, the more his touch persisted in making her feel like she was about to crumble. "I want you," she whispered, but it didn't sound like a beg. Rather it was a demand, a pure need to feel him.

Buffy whimpered sweetly, pressing her back against the mattress as if that would help her hold back. Of course it didn't, and the way he touched her was too good. "Belial," she whimpered, almost in pain by how much she was trying to hold back. Her face was blushing, her chest trying to contain her emotions. That was when she just couldn't hold back any longer, the release washing over her as she let out what could closely be described as high pitched whining and moaning. Her walls were pulsating and her legs were shaking, even her skin had goosebumps. She had to close her eyes, trying to come back to reality, but it wasn't too bad as he helped her ride out her high.
As her body relaxed she opened her eyes, looking at him, the lightning in her eyes gathering like wild clusters in the thunderclouds. Her hand moved down, removing his hand as she pushed him off of her. Without a word she had them turned around, her straddling his hips, grinding herself against his length, letting him feel her with just the tip at her entrance. "Beg one more time," she hummed, clawing lightly at his chest.

She could really get used to this. The way she felt so in control and yet under his spell at the same time. Switching positions wasn't something new for them, as Buffy had always enjoyed being on top, but this was different. Just looking at him she knew it was different, and yet it was just right. His groan made her smile and as he finally sounded so sweet and submissive she lowered herself on to him. The only thing that surprised her was how wet she actually was and how easy he just slid in. Her face turning vulnerable as he now filled her up completely, whimpering with delight as he was pressing lightly against her bottom.
Not much time was needed to adjust, looking at him and feeling his grip on her breast, she started riding him. The way he slid against her walls, no protection, nothing to keep them apart, it felt almost symbolic. Her hips moved at a decent pace, not too fast to make him crumble already, but not to slow, as she was whining whenever he hit her sensitive spot inside. Her hands reached up to her hair, running her fingers through it as she was riding him. It had been so long, but it was like she remembered just how to do things by muscle memory. "You're so good," she praised him, moaning softly as she slowly picked up the pace.

He was even moaning her name, sending shivers down her back to even hear that again. He felt real. He felt how she remembered, if not even better, and it was like she could finally let loose a little. As he sat up, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, still riding him moaning against his forehead as she was being filled up with every thrust.
"I feel you," she whispered in a hushed tone, leaning away to look at his face. Her hands moving up to cup his cheeks between her palms, moaning sweetly and needing as she kept moving her hips. "You feel so right," she whispered leaning down to press their lips together.
She wasn't sure what happened in that moment, but it was as if she had flashes before her eyes, seeing things that made little sense, and yet somehow it did. "How do you feel?" She asked, not taken out of the moment as the visions felt more soft than just being thrusted in to another dimension.

She had missed him, missed the tenderness in his touches, but mostly she had missed his eyes. Even if they were still slightly discolored, she could see how soft they turned. She knew he was in there, and that as soon as all of this were over, she would have him back in one way or another.
Looking up at him she could feel his eyes on her, smiling at her. When had he last smiled at all? Complete. Yes, that was perhaps a more fitting word for it. It had always felt heavenly when they indulged themselves in one another, but this was on another level. He adjusted her as he started to thrust in to her, making her moan longingly. The best part was that he didn't need to hold back any more. She was stronger and less prone to breaking at his mercy.
Her hands entangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she felt her walls starting to cramp up. "Don't hold back on me," she said, pressing her hips up to his as she matched his thrusting quite nicely. He filled her up with every thrust, making her a moaning mess beneath him. Her blonde hair wildly spread on the linen behind her, her eyes half closed as she just tried not to scream. "Belial," she moaned in to his ear, "take me."

He was hitting her spot over and over, her body trembling with pleasure as she was trying to hold back. She didn't want it to end, but she knew he couldn't last long once her walls started cramping. Hushing him, she knew that he was losing it, but he just had to continue. She was so close, but it was like it wasn't before he crumbled, pulling her close and hiding his face that she finally gave in. Like a crashing tidal wave her high hit her, making her scream out in pleasure as her fingernails dug into his back.
She hadn't even realised that the linen was torn, it felt like she was on another plane of existence. Him saying her name seemed to bring her back, wrapping her arms around him in return, pulling herself closer to him. "Don't let go ... not yet," she whispered, feeling her body shiver as the aftershock of her high came rolling over her, hiding her face in to his shoulder as she song the most vulnerable tones for him. It felt so intense, his seed inside of her so warm and familiar and she was clearly not worrying about what might come of this. No, they didn't have to worry any more, they could be together and have a family and no-one could tell them off. "I love you," she whispered out of breath.

She had thought this was it, that reality would soon enough reclaim them, but as he started thrusting in to her again she whimpered, looking at him with pleading eyes. She wanted more of him, and there was no way that he could simply tease her and not give his all. His words made her smile as it was either a promise or perchance a small warning of what to come. And with that they dove in to the night, entangled in their love and need for one another.
Buffy didn't know when she had fallen asleep, but her dreams were weird. It wasn't since her being a fenix that she had had these vivid dreams. But as she awoke, she got up from the bed, still feeling sore as she pulled on her underwear and her dress. Baal was still sleeping, and she wouldn't wake him just yet. Walking over to her desk she started flipping through the pages, having seen so many things in her dreams that she wanted to scribble them down.
From the door a cultist entered, a bit surprised to see the broken linen and clothes all over the room. Buffy looked almost ethereal with her hair a little wild, but her body clearly relaxed. "He'll need a new tunic and a couple of souls to rejuvenate, " she told the cultists who seemed a little scared and in awe at what they were seeing. "Is my daughter awake?" She asked, and the cultists seemed a bit hesitant. "The blood of Bael tried escaping late last night ... we apprehended her, keeping her in her room," he said, stuttering through his words as Buffy got to her feet. The cultist had seen what she had done to the priest. "I trust that you did not harm her, as per our instructions?" She asked, getting closer to the cultist. The cultist fell to his knees, "of course not our Light of Darkness," he pleaded.

Buffy turned her head to look at Baal ad he got up. She knew he had to reunite with the content of the box, but seeing him so well rested made her smile. She had been quite demanding of him, but it wasn't like he had wanted it any other way. The cultist took his leave as Buffy clearly had her focus elsewhere. She walked closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, making him turn around, kissing him gently before she could let him do what he needed to do with the box.
Returning to her desk she let him be, scribbling and drawing the symbols she had seen in not only her visions but also her dreams. She knew it wasn't of the future, it was remnants of the past. It was strange how motivated she felt, but perhaps it was because of the feelings she had shared with Baal tonight. He had made her feel right again, and it had lit a fire inside of her.

She let him do his thing, mostly because she didn't like watching the leech. It was like it was too pure a darkness for even her inner light to understand. Instead she focused her energy on writing and drawing everything down. "I had glimpses yesterday when you were inside of me," she said, frowning as she wasn't sure she was getting the symbol she was working on right. Looking at him she felt his hand in her shoulder, it was nice to at least feel that comfort.
"And tonight I dreamt so many things ... but it wasn't how I usually dreamt of the future, it was the past," she hummed, adding a few lines before she had to sit back and look at it. "They aren't really easy to understand, and they are scattered."

She just looked at the symbols, humming at his question. "I don't know if it's my past ... Or someone else's... or maybe something else's, " she pondered, just keeping her eyes on her scribbles. It was just a strange situation, because she had never felt this before. "But I definitely weren't in my own body ... I was just sorts observing," she tried her best to explain before the cultist entered.
The way Baal reacted made her chuckle as the man made his leave. "Are you afraid they'll gather your seed from the linen?" She asked in teasing, looking at him with soft eyes. She knew it wasn't only his on the torn fabric. "They annoy you all of a sudden ... what is on your mind?"

"You can't open another portal, not before we know how to contain the shadows," she said shaking her head as she moved to her feet looking at him as he changed. "And if they knew how to control it, I would too by now - I've gone through all of their scrolls and books these last couple of weeks," she said. Reaching him, she touched his flaming marks through his shirt.
The mention of Saoirse made her sigh, letting her hand fall down before wrapping her arms around herself. "I know, but they respect her now because she has your blood," she said looking at their bed. It really was a wonder that it was still standing. "I have a feeling that she's more important than we want her to be in all of this," she said, knowing it wasn't what either of them wanted to think about.

"Believe me, it's also the last thing that I want to do in all this," he assured her. The pillar was more than enough for them to reach their goal. He looked at her hand as she touched his marks, before the focus moved to their daughter. "You put too much trust in a bunch of crazed daemons," he said before she mentioned Saoirse's part. He frowned a little as he looked away and shook his head. She couldnt be a part of this, even if it was just a hopeless denial of his. "It's still quite early and she's probably waiting with another tantrum. We should go talk to her," he said, because he wasnt ready to have that conversation just yet.

"I have to trust that they are keeping her safer than out there on the streets," she just said. Was she naive? She didn't think so, she was apprehensive about the cultists as well, but she knew their fear, she knew what they saw when she entered the room. They knew what would happen if they crossed her. "Do you think I like the thought of our daughter mixed up in this?" She asked as he shook his head. Breathing out in a heavy sigh she knew he was right. They needed to go talk to her, but Buffy didn't feel like she had something new to show for.
"I'm worried that Amos might show up at some point ... He is the key to her cooperation in all of this," she said, moving over to the desk, looking at the symbols. "I just hope that Alyssa is keeping a close eye on him."

She was right, the alternative had probably been far worse. It was only fortunate that the cultists' fear of Buffy seemed to grow from day to day. It had probably only frightened them more to bear witness to what Buffy had done to the priest that would have sacrificed her daughter otherwise. "I think we agree on that," he said.
The mention of Amos made him sigh as he ran a hand through his hair to move the curls out of it. "Then maybe he should show up, just so she will stop trying to run away," he just said in a pondering tone. Wouldnt he be just as safe here as Saoirse? Baal wasnt too sure, because the young daemon surely seemed to only follow his own senses rather than orders from others.

"Amos isn't someone who will be held back even if they try ... And if he takes Saoirse with him, then we risk losing her to the infection," she pondered. She had grown fond of the daemon, seeing him as part of her family as he had always been so protective of Saoirse. "But if he is infected as well, then surely he could see the positive things by staying here until I figure myself out," it was a long shot, she was sure of it, but then again the daemon was full of surprises.
"Saoirse is a smart girl, and I know she has figured out a way to contact him in one way or another," she said. It was true that their daughter was cunning, but never cruel. "But having him here is sure to calm her down, even if it does create a chance of him hating us as well."