Death By Chocolate

"I've heard of death by chocolate, but this is really
embarrassing," Willow mumbled to herself. She looked
down, or was it up? When you've been hanging
upside-down for too long, it's hard to tell.

It was all so humiliating. Getting lured out to the
Sunnydale Sweet Factory was one thing, but then
letting one measly vampire get the better of her-- and
a vampire who wasn't exactly the shiniest coin in the
fountain either.

Willow looked down at the giant vat of chocolate she
was suspended over and sighed. What a way to go.

The vampire giggled as she squirmed in her bonds.

"You have seen way too many episodes of Batman,
buddy!" she scolded him.

He cackled in response until the stake plunged into
his heart.

"Willow?"

"Giles? Is that you?" she called out, spinning around
trying to see him.

"Are you all right?"

"Oh, yeah, just fine," she said with a sigh.

"Ah, right."

"The ropes tied over there," she said trying to spin
in one particular direction. "He's set up some kind of
timer thingy."

"I see it. Don't move," he added lamely.

"Oh, boy," she sighed.

"Ah, devilishly clever, really," Giles mumbled.

"Giles!"

"Right, of course. Have you down in a jiff!" he
apologized. "Looks as though I can simply reach here-"

"Giles," Willow said nervously as the rope lowered her
slightly toward the giant vat.

"Almost-- got-- it-- There!" he said triumphantly.

"Uh-oh," Willow sighed, just as the rope went slack,
and she plunged headfirst into the pool of liquid
chocolate.

"Willow!" Giles cried as he saw her fall. "Willow!"

'Good lord, I've killed her,' he thought. 'She's being
boiled alive!' Overwhelmed by grief, he leapt into the
vat after her.

As he splashed down, he braced himself for the pain,
but it didn't come. He pushed himself to the surface,
realizing the liquid was a balmy 90 degrees or so. He
struggled through the goo, trying to find Willow. He
dove down and pushed his way around until he felt her.
Grabbing her arm, he yanked her toward the top.

She gasped for air and tried to open her eyes, but
thick goop covered her face. "Wh-wh-what happened?"
she panted out.

"Are you all right?" he asked wiping the chocolate
from his eyes.

"Yeah," she said slipping her hands from the ropes,
the chocolate working as a lubricant.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, holding her firmly by
the shoulders. The concern evident in his voice and
his face, what she could see of it anyway.

She nodded, and he pulled her toward him in fierce
hug, the chocolate making strange squishing sounds as
their bodies touched.

"Thank God," he whispered. He felt her body sliding
against his and the all too familiar surge of arousal.
He pulled back bashfully and smiled. "Let's
get out of here, shall we?"

Willow smiled back at him, sorry the moment had been
so brief.

Giles managed to pull himself up onto the platform and
then pulled Willow out after him. They untied the
rope from her ankles and, dripping with chocolate,
carefully descended the stairs to the factory floor.

Willow couldn't help but giggle. Giles turned to face
her. He'd lost his glasses in the vat. His hair was
slicked back and his face was painted a dark brown.
His clothes hung off his body like heavy drapes.

"What's so fubby?" he asked. His sincerity in the
face of absurdity was simply too much for her and
Willow burst into gales of laughter, falling to the floor.

Giles managed to stifle the first few laughs, but
there was no denying what a sight they were and seeing
Willow covered in chocolate, rolling on the floor in a
fit of giggles finally broke through whatever stern Watcher
exterior he had left. Soon, he, too, was on the ground
with her, convulsed in laughter.

Slowly as the gales drifted into small bursts, Giles
impulsively reached out and swept a long finger along
Willow's cheek. He brought the chocolate to his mouth.
"You're very sweet, Miss Rosenberg."

The last bits of laughter died away, replaced by a
current of sexual tension. Willow smiled slyly at him
and took his hand. She gazed at it for a moment before
bringing it to her mouth and sucking on one long
finger.

Giles didn't move, but his quick intake of breath gave
him away. He was sure the chocolate was starting to
melt off his body, as she caused his body temperature
to rise.

When she finished with one finger, she took each of
the others in turn, licking them clean. When she got
to his thumb, she lifted her eyes and looked at Giles,
who stared back with undisguised lust. She took his
thumb, swirling her tongue around it, gently biting
down, and used her teeth to pull the chocolate off.

Giles couldn't take the torture anymore. He lunged for
her, pulling his hand from her mouth and crushing his
lips down onto hers.

He pushed her down onto her back, his hand behind her
head to cradle it off the floor. Their bodies, still
slick from the chocolate, slid against each other. He
rubbed his erection into the cradle of her hips, the
squishing noises barely masking their own moans of
pleasure.

He pulled out of the kiss and looked down at her eyes,
dark and smoky with passion. She smiled seductively.
He grinned and slid down her body, until he reached
the collar of her shirt. There he licked her once,
quickly. She gasped. He kissed her neck and then made
a long slow lick up her neck to her chin.

"Oooh," she moaned. "Do that again."

"Mmmm." He happily complied, licking another swath
across her neck.

Her hands fumbled with his slippery buttons,
struggling to undress him.

Giles ran his tongue up to her earlobe before moving
back down to her mouth. Lost in the frenzy of his
kiss, she forgot about the clothes and wound her
fingers in his hair, holding him close.

He knew she would have tasted just as sweet without
the chocolate and eagerly devoured her mouth, but he
wanted more.

He pulled away and she moaned in frustration.
"Where are you going?" she panted.

"The floor -- concrete. Not too comfortable," he
managed.

"Do I look like I care?" she said in husky voice.

He dove down for another kiss, unable to resist her.

He finally pulled back. "You will, love. If I have my
way, you'll need a little something to cushion you,"
he added with a sly grin.

"Oh," she said her eyes flashing. "All right,
but don’t keep me waiting too long."

"Be right back," he mumbled as he struggled out of her
arms and headed for a door.

Disappointed at suddenly being abandoned, a wicked
thought occurred and brought with it an equally wicked
grin.

Just a few minutes later, Giles returned with a large
armful of coveralls. "Willow?" he called out, but she
was nowhere to be found.

He tossed the clothes onto the floor and called out to
her again. "Willow?"

"Just a minute," came a soft voice.

"What are you up to, love?"

"Close your eyes," she said from far away.

"Love-"

"Please?"

"All right." He complied and heard a few odd noises.

"You can look now," she said softly.

He opened his eyes, and his heart stopped. Willow
stood before him, covered from head to toe in
chocolate, and completely naked. He swallowed hard,
sure he was drooling.

"Good God," he choked out.

"Today's special - Chocolate Covered Willow."

"I'll take it," he growled, his eyes flashing in
anticipation. He reached out and took her hand, unable
to look away. "You look almost too good to eat."

She grinned.

"Almost," he breathed as he lowered her onto the pile
of clothes he'd retrieved. Wasting no time, sure
nothing on earth could have stopped him, he kissed her
once - letting his tongue swipe the dripping chocolate
off her lips.

But it was her breasts he'd wanted. He'd never dreamt
of anything so erotic.

Kneeling over her body, he flicked his tongue across
one nipple already hardened to a peak. He lapped at it
gently, twirling his tongue around it like the cherry
atop a sundae.

The same gentle ministrations were given to her other
breast until the ache was too much, and he grabbed her
with hands - massaging one and engulfing the other
with his mouth. He pulled and suckled, kneaded and
nibbled until Willow could take no more.

She reached up and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him
away. "You," was all she was able to say. He grinned
and quickly shucked his clothes off.

His body was streaked with chocolate, some areas
covered, others nearly bare.

Giles had scarcely turned back to face her when Willow
rose quickly to her knees and took him into her mouth.
His knees nearly gave out as her warm mouth went round
his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he
tried to remember to breathe.

She took as much of him as she could in that first
moment. She tried to relax her throat, to get him
deeper inside. She held the position for a moment,
adjusting to his size, until she could breathe again.


Then she pulled her head back slowly, her teeth barely
scraping along the tender skin. She stopped when she
got the tip and brought her lips down around him -
sucking and swirling her tongue just along the very
end of him.

Sensual, erotic, there was no word to describe it.
Giles managed to regain a few senses and looked down
at her. Willow kneeling before him - her mouth around
his cock. Passing out was a definite possibility.

"L-l-love," he gasped.

"Mmmm-hmmm," she said never removing him from her
mouth. The vibrations sent a wave of pleasure shooting
up his spine. He was sure he was going to die.

"I-I-I," he couldn't speak. He could only feel her
warm mouth surrounding him, coaxing him, closer and
closer to the edge.

Willow reached out and cupped him gently. He groaned
and his breath became even more ragged. She grinned
and increased her pace, she felt him buck slightly
into her waiting mouth. She could feel him trying to
hold back.

Knowing he was on the verge and wanting to desperately
to watch him lose control, she reached around him and
ran her fingernails along the strong curve of his ass.
And finally, it was too much for him. He let out a
strangled cry as he came. Willow greedily took all of
him and held his trembling cock in her mouth as the
last wave of his orgasm crashed. With one last lick,
she released him.

Out of breath and shaking, Giles fell to his knees in
front of her.

"W-W-," he struggled. "W-W-" He shook his head and
finally gave up trying to speak. He collapsed down
onto the pile of clothes, pulling Willow down on top
of him.

They lay there in silence for a few minutes before
Giles regained the power of speech. "Wow."

Willow broke into another fit of giggles, laying her
head on his still heaving chest. "You're welcome."

"I only have one question," Giles said propping
himself up on one elbow as her laughter faded.

"Only one?" she said with a smile.

He grinned slyly. "What flavor is your creamy center,
my dear?"

She gasped in delight. "Only one way to find out.
Taste me."

"Oh, I will, love" he promised, moving down her body.
"I will. Again and again and again---"

The End

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