Giles followed him, knowing where he was going.
Master entered his chamber, failing to close the door completely. Giles slipped in and hid behind a plush red velvet curtain. He now saw that Master's room was like his own but done in red. He wondered what color Emma's was.
Giles was watching, this time in the full voyeristic sense. Master ripped Emma's corset off of her and she laughed heartily with delight. Next he tore her shirt off, then grabbed her skirt and tugged. She was naked before him - them - and pulled him close to her, her hands joyfully undoing his pants as he pulled off his shirt. He scooped her up and lay her gently on the bed, then lay beside her. He was not yet fully erect. 'My god how could not be, I sure as hell am.' Giles carefully unzipped his trousers to ease the tension. Emma wraped her lips around the head of Master's impressive cock and gently sucked. He lay on his back and sighed. She ran her tongue along it's considerable length, sometimes wrapping her huge red lips around it from the side. Giles felt her ministrations as if on his own aching penis and had to lean back against the wall. He fought to stay quiet, but freed himself from his briefs to try and ease the sweet pain. 'Not fair, my Emma hates oral sex.' Master's Emma went back to sucking the head, then slowly sank down, taking all of him into her throat. Giles could feel her tongue, lips and teeth work on Master. 'Now this wreaks havoc on the nervous system!' Giles sank down to the floor, breathless. He closed his eyes. 'Why hasn't he come yet? Why am I still able to think?'
*Because you aren't alone,* Master's voice said inside his mind. Giles looked at Master, who was smiling and running a hand through Emma's glossy black hair, and pointedly not looking in his direction. *And we don't come. Pity. You'll have to do it for me. After...I'm done, you can have Emma, but just for the night.*
'Very well.'
*Very well indeed. Now, enjoy the rest of the show. And don't be at yourself too much, you'll need to save something for later.*
There were no covers to obstruct Giles' view, thankfully. Master pushed Emma away and over, rolling on top of her. She cradled him with her legs and ran her hands along his body. Their tongues meet each other well outside their mouthes, slipping and sliding in Giles' plain view. Master moved his tongue down her chin, throat, past the valley between her large breasts, over her soft, round stomach to the soft patch of dark curls. She spread her legs and he darted his tongue between the warm, wet folds of flesh covering her delicate parts. She grunted in appreciation. He gently pushed his way to her clitoris. She raised her hips and pushed his head down. He teased her with a few licks, then pulled back. Emma pouted and looked at him.
*Is yours this impatient?*
'Worse.'
*Well then, let's give her what she wants.*
Master lunged forward, penetrating. Emma cried out in surprise and pleasure. He thrust wildly, pulling out almost all the way each time then impaling her on him, moving his entire body back and forth. Giles envied his vampiric strength and wondered if this Emma could be satisfied by a mere mortal.
*She's never satisfied. Always wants more.*
Master gave one more quick thrust then lay on top of her, grinding himself into her. She moaned low and long. He mercilessly pushed the base of his penis against her clit. The overused mattress squeaked with each push. Emma lifted her torso off the bed as much as having him on top of her would allow. She rocked with him, going faster as her orgasm built. Finally she was completely still and quiet, frozen in pleasure. She moaned one last time and fell back onto the bed, barely conscious. Her mouth open and gasping for air, eyes closed, hands limp on Master's back. He was still for a moment, looking at her face. Her neck was arched out and he licked it. His faced twisted into vampire form and he quickly reached for his goblet and drank. His face returned to normal and he rolled over onto his back, taking Emma with him. She snuggled up against him and sighed contentedly.
'I can't...disturb the two of you,' Giles thought. He could feel Master's happiness at pleasing his beloved, but there was no relief of orgasm.
*She'll be fine in a few minutes, and ready for more. Slip out now and wait in the hall until she comes out.*
Giles quietly left the room and sat in the hall a bit away from Master's door. He looked down and saw he was still exposed. Carefully he tucked himself back in to his pants then leaned back and closed his eyes for what only seemed like a moment. When he opened them again, Emma was staring at him, smiling, wrapped in a thick hunter green robe. She said nothing, instead she held out her hand to him. He took it and she helped lift him up and kissed his lips. She guided him to the elevator and it opened.
As soon as the doors closed, something inside Giles snapped. It wasn't Ripper, it didn't feel the same. It was Master. Giles pushed Emma against the wall, her bottom slamming against a bar. He unfastened his pants and unwrapped Emma's robe. He pressed her against him, knelt then thrust up hard, entering her. She gasped and wrapped her arms around him. He thrust up several times as hard as he could, grunting. Then he pushed her bottom onto the bar. He brought a foot up onto the bar to help him penetrate deeper. He thrust hard in a half rocking motion. The doors open and Giles lifted her up, still inside her, and carried her down the hall. Emma nodded at her room and Giles kicked the door in.
Giles ran to the bed, throwing himself and Emma onto it so that Emma hit the bed first. She let out a sharp moan when all of his weight and gravity combined to plunge him deeper into her. Giles felt invincible. Master's strength seared through his veins. He thrust with small, quick strokes. Suddenly he rocked back and pulled them both up. She wrapped her legs around him as he continued to thrust, shaking the bed with his force. Emma moaned and her head fell back. Her hands no longer held him tightly and she went limp, slumping over onto him. Giles held her carefully and stopped. "Emma," he whispered.
She grunted slightly, then raised her head. "Keep going."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
He resumed his thrusts but was gentler. He could feel his orgasm building. She felt, smelled, tasted just like his own Emma. He called out her name as the rush began. It swallowed him in sensation, every nerve was alive and registering the feeling. He felt time and space crash as he became Master, and Emma and his own Emma. The trancendance was beyond anything he had ever known. Then with a loud cry he ejaculated. A few tears ran down his cheek as he gasped for air. Emma lifted herself up and smiled at him, but his eyes were closed. She kissed his tears away, then kissed his open lips.
"Your Emma is very lucky."
He laughed loudly despite his dizziness. "I'm usually not that good." He fell back with Emma and moved his legs out from under him.
"That's not what I mean. Ok, it's partly what I mean, but mostly I mean - you're a wonderful man."
He smiled and sighed. "Thank you. And Master is a very lucky...whatever he is."
She giggled and pulled him close to her. "Rest with me for a while."
"I think I'll have to," he said and closed his eyes. He drifted off to sleep for a while, then woke. Emma was asleep, lying on her stomach. Giles carefully slipped out of her bed.
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