Cordelia Unleashed
Story by: Robbins(marvelrobbins@yahoo.com)
Editing by: DCForever (dcforever23@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Fox, and Mutant Enemy own the copyrights to
the characters within the story. We just borrowed them for our
own pleasure and imagination.

Rating: NC-17 (masturbation, anal, bondage, rape, and sex...of course)
Pairings: (FF, MF): Cordelia/Groo, Cordelia/Angel, Cordelia/Others,
Angel/Fred, and Darla/Angel

Warning: This artful piece of fiction is an imaginative rewrite of the show
Angel, starting with the end of Season Two.
Setting: Cordelia Chase has been tapped as a figurehead princess of Pylea
(Land in another dimension) after having received one of her many
unwanted visions, passed down from Doyle, an old colleague. A
tribe of priests, known as the Covenant, identified her abilities,
proclaiming her to be the ancient prophecies' 'Cursed One.' It is
foretold in the ancient prophecies that one will come who is cursed
with the visions. She will mate with the groosalug whose demon
blood shall absorb them. Too bad Cordelia doesn't know of the
Covenant's true reason for her taking the throne. Cordelia lets her
newfound royal power rush to her head, unleashing the true bitch in
her, allowing her to indulge herself in a variety of pleasures unknown
even to herself. She likes her new lifestyle and new home and doesn't
want to return home to LA with the rest of the Angel Investigations
team. The story now begins. Enjoy.

Author's Note: This is our first joint effort in bringing what we believe to be
a pretty decent product. We accept any and all feedback and in
return, we give it back as well as we receive it.

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Two large, heavy wooden doors are thrown up as four gentlemen fall to the hard, stone floor. Six armored guards walk in behind the fallen men, standing as superiors, welding weapons in their hands. Looking up, Angel (great white hope), Charles Gunn (extra muscle & fighter), Wesley Wyndham-Pryce (brains) and Lorne (owner of Caritas, a demon karaoke bar, born in Pylea),
look around to find their bearings, only to find that they are in an enormously sized throne room. Peering around the room,all eight eyes stopped at the throne itself, more so, the person donning the large, expensive looking throne.

The men are shocked as the woman sitting on the throne is their friend and colleague, Cordelia Chase. The gorgeous brunette was seated at the throne, sporting a flashy, bluish, green skimpy outfit that further accentuated her already impressive chest and cleavage. Even more shocking was the fact that there were young males and females, each scantily clad more than the last, draped all around her.

One of the females, sporting naked hardened nipples and a hairy bush was leaning over their friend, feeding her from a large silver platter covered with an assortment of exotic foods. Another female, even younger, was standing on her tip-toes as she massaged Cordelia's shoulder, occasionally dropping to the tops of her heaving breasts. Crouched around the brunette's feet was a semi-nude young man, leaning over massaging her feet with both hands and an above average hard-on,pre-cum leaking from the tip, moisturizing her flesh.

Breaking the silence in the room, "Cordelia?" asked a shocked and stunned Charles Gunn as his eyes were glued to his friend's ample buxom.

Cordelia opened her eyes at the sound of the intrusion, "Oh crap, what are you guys doing here?" She was as shocked to see her friends. Excited even...at first. Seeing their expressions, she felt a tinge of embarrassment course through her body as her friends' eyes were locked on her scantily clad body, a few inches and body shifts away from complete nudity.

"What else, to find you of course." replied Wesley as he wiped beads of sweat from his forehead. The closest he had ever gotten to the girl was a kiss back when she was still in high school and he was Faith the Vampire Slayer's new watcher.

She leaned forward and waved her hand in front of her body, alluding to everything in the room and beyond. "What for?" she asked with a beaming smile. "I have everything I'll ever need right here. If you haven't noticed, I've been made a princess. Trust me, the job suits me. I always knew that I would wield power one day. Who knew it would be in a place like this instead of LA?"

"Love the look and the dress." Shouted out Gunn before realizing his unnecessary outburst.

Cordelia took his comment as a compliment, "You don't have to tell me. I know it looks fabulous on me. My body has never looked better."

All four men silently agreed with her assessment.

"Rodeo Drive could learn a thing or two from these people." Kidding aside and throwing caution to the wind, "I rule everything you see. Look around...it's all mine. So go, go on back to LA. I'll be fine right here. I've finally found
MY calling."

"But Cordy, Pylea isn't a place for someone like you. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Trust me, I was born here. And never wanted to return might I add." said Lorne as Angel gave him an evil glare.

"We won't leave without you. Again, I must add, this is from the guy that said he would never return to this god-awful
place. It's freaking me out just thinking about it, much less actually being here again."

"God awful? I don't know what you are talking about. Look around...it's fabulous here and the inhabitants are great. They all worship me...everything about me, not just my body. To these people, I'm a princess...more or less...a Goddess even. Have you not noticed I can have anything...or anyone that I desire?" Cordy reached out and grabbed the girl in front
of her, pulled her closer, capturing her lips in a heated lip lock. The girl was released a few seconds later, quickly returning to feeding her princess from the platter of food once again.

"Pylea is my home now. I'm happy here. So, go... I've already made my choice." Cordy leaned her head back, closing her eyes once again; enjoying the pampering that would soon become a norm in the young woman's life.

Gunn didn't know what to think of the scene before him. Speaking out again, "This is sick, Cordy. Plain and simple."

Pitted against Gunn's outlook on the surroundings, "And like LA isn't? There we fight night after night, killing every type of demon there is, many times coming home with slime or worse covering our bodies. At least here, I know what is covering my body. I like it. I welcome it. I control it. There are no nightly killings or having to stalk the streets. And you call this sick? No, this is nice. My life before...now that was sick. Like I've said...I've made my choice...now I'll be sure and not write." Cordelia smirked and blew them a kiss before waving. "Buh-bye!"

Angel had heard enough. He'd just gotten Cordelia back in his life when she was sucked up into that portal back at Caritas and brought to Pylea. Princess or not, he wasn't going to leave her here. Stepping forward, now only a few feet from her, "Cordelia, we're leaving; you as well. We came here to save you and damn it, that's exactly what we're going to do. So
come down off your throne already."

Lifting and stomping back down her foot, "I'll only say this once more. Pylea is my new home. End of discussion." The others were seeing a new side to their friend.

Stepping even closer, and grabbing the brunette's arms in each of his hands, a fierce look in his eyes, "No, Cordy. You are coming back with us. End of discussion." He started to pull her to her feet and immediately surrounded by spears, inches away from his face. Cordy relaxed back down on her throne.

"Guards, release my friends." Cordy points to Wesley, Gunn, and Lorne as they've remained on the floor the whole time. Immediately, the three are pulled up to their feet and escorted out of the throne room, exiting through the same door they earlier entered through. Little did Cordelia know, but the three would never be released...not while the palace priests had anything to say about it.

A smile draped across the brunette's face as she stared down Angel as gave the guards her orders. "Take this one...my personal angel...to the dungeon. I think I want him around for a little fun later on. You know what to do." Two of the guards immediately stabbed Angel in the back of his legs, causing him to crash to the floor. With spears still inches away; the soulful one gave into the abuse. The guards quickly wrapped chains around his arms and gathered around as they dragged him from the room.

A faint sound could be heard as Angel is hurriedly being dragged away. "Cordelia!"

The busty, sexily dressed princess smirked as she hungrily eyed the fully exposed young man now feeding her berries gathered from within Pylea's deep, forbidden forests. Her lips wrapped around his fingers and licked along their length,smiling a satisfied smile, while her right hand stroked up and down his flesh towering shaft.

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Meanwhile, back in the earthly dimension, Darla sat straddling Angel's bare, muscular legs as she plunged down again and again on the ragging piece of meat before her. The cute, shorthaired blonde licked and sucked on the frustrated vampire's hardened cock.

This was the first time in over a hundred years that the female vampire had the opportunity to fuck her soulful Angel. The opportunity wouldn't be wasted as she was going to show him exactly how she compared to Buffy; setting out to prove the Slayer was nothing more than a amateur when it came to satisfying a man...more importantly...the man she now had in bed.
The experienced seductress was hard at work at making Angel forget all about his past lover.

Out of the blue, Angel threw Darla from the bed, crashing her stomach against the hotel's carpeted floor. He leapt from the mattress, landing on top of the nude woman. Through hundreds of years of his own experience, his aim had improved, landing with a thud against her body, his dick immediately entering her tight, rear orifice. Relaxing her ass muscles
immediately, Darla allowed for her man to have easy access as he frantically and forcefully ass fucked her.

"Oh baby! Yeah. Fuck my ass. Fuck me." Darla moaned out in ecstasy as Angel continued to plunge into her ever-loosening ass. She took his entire length and screamed for more. The seductress couldn't get enough.

"Bite Me!" she screamed.

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A dazed, and sweaty Darla snapped her head up from the soft mattress, swooning from the events of that night. A night so long ago...yet seemed just like yesterday. The same night that replayed itself in the woman's dreams each and every time she found sleep.

Darla was in love with Angel and there was nothing she could do about it. Love had captured her heart or the lack thereof since the day, the hour, the second that she turned him 400+ years ago. It angered her that she couldn't be the one to suck the soul from his body. Her smile quickly turned to disgust as her hands quickly flew to her mouth, unable to stop herself from throwing up on the sheets lying all around her. The female vampire had no idea what was coming over her as oflate. The vomiting was becoming morning normality.

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Back in the land of the double blazing suns, Princess Cordelia laid in her own 14 foot, made for a harem, bed, nude as the day she was born. One of her female slaves rested between her legs as she sensually massaged between the brunette's thighs, with slight moans escaping from each of their lips.

Her bedroom door suddenly flew open, in stepped one of her palace guards.

"I'm sorry to barge in your highness, but he is ready, to your liking I'm quite sure." He told her.

Cordy slipped out of bed and walked across the room to a chair where her almost non-existent dress laid across its arm. "Excellent." She said as she dressed. "Are the tools available as well?" She asked with a smirk filled laugh.

"Yes, your highness." He reassured his princess.

"Most excellent." She eyed the young female slave still resting on her bed. "I like this one. She's got talent. Make sure she is back in my bed tonight. She has earned reward for taking such good care of me." The guard nodded his head in an understanding manner.

Princess Cordelia started to walk out the room, but turned back to the guard. "On second thought, you deserve a little something as well. See her," She pointed to the female slave. "Take her. No bruising though. That bit of fun is reserved only for me. Understand?" The guard had already started removing his armor as he made his way across the room towards the bed.

Looking at her bed slave, "He has my permission." The girl immediately became frightened at the open-ended possibilities,meanwhile a seven-inch dick inched its way toward her shaking lips.

Cordy turned, walked out the door, turned back, and turned the key, locking the two in her bedchamber. An evil smile arose as she thought of the liberties the guard would take with her sexy, virginal vixen. Yes, Pylea was definitely to her liking.

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Angel heard footsteps descending the stone stairs, as his movements were limited due to the iron chains around his wrists, each attached to the ceiling above.

Cordelia appeared from the darkness, taking in Angel's partially nude body as it hung from restraints in the ceiling. Her tongue slid across her lips as she lusted for the delicious looking lump of meat that protruded from between his legs.

Though her concentration was interrupted. "This isn't funny, Cordelia." Angel informed her as he continued to struggle with the chains.

"Do I need to remind you...you have no leg to stand on here? Or maybe you do." Her eyes dropped back down to his lengthy,girth-inflated cock. "Have you forgotten already, dear Angel? I rule here, which means I have unlimited reign to do as I please...or do whom I please."

She walked over to a nearby wall and extracted long leather, riding crop from one of the hinges. Every other hinge supported yet another tool that the new princess had come to find to her newly kinky liking. Walking back to her man, she slapped the crop against her hand, extracting blood from her flesh. The brunette's smile grew as she neared her captive.

Without warning, the leather crop flew through the air, striking Angel's exposed ass cheeks. The pain meant nothing to the daily tormented, vampire cursed with a soul. Every waking hour he was reminded of all of the thousands upon thousands he had murdered during his reign as Angelus, The Scourge of England.

"Cordy stop! You don't know what you're doing." Angel's protest was met with another strike, quickly followed by an onslaught of strikes liking to the first.

"I think...not. Angel baby, you've been a bad little boy. More so, you've been bad to me. And no one gets away with being bad to me." She informed him.

The next sequence of strikes hit harder on the flesh, yet the pain was still non-existent to the dark one's forever reminding soul.

"So baby, did your precious Buffy ever do this to you?" She asked as another strike landed on his ass.

"Don't mention her!" He growled, anger ever so slightly building up inside him.

"Ahhh, do you mean that? Silly boy. I hate to tell you sweetie, but Buffy isn't all that great. Someone of your caliber needs a woman of experience and...the Buffster doesn't hold a candle to this bitch."

She grabbed his hair from behind, pulling his face back towards her, "We could have been so close. We could have had fun together; me punishing you all those lonely nights, but no, you had to move on from Buffy and start obsessing over Darla. You even drew portraits of her. How could you? Where were portraits of me?"

Cordy let the riding crop linger on his skin as she walked around to his front, removing her skimpy dress as she did, her breasts standing out mere inches from the vampire's face. Angel couldn't help but look at the magnificent melons being put on display for his sole pleasure.

"Well, are they to you liking? From that look, better than Buffy's obviously." She pushed forward, rubbing her nipples across his worrisome lips. "I know they are. In fact, everything about me...is better than that tramp ever could imagine."

"Please, Cordelia. Stop this before it's too late. This isn't you. Pylea isn't you. This place...it has done something to you...played with your mind and your morals somehow. Trust me, you're not well. This is not the Cordy we've all come to love. You can fight this. We can fight this. All you have to do is help me out of these chains."

She listened as she reapplied her ample flesh to his cool touch, but chose to ignore his plea. "Come on baby...I know you've thought of them." Her heaving and sweat covered breasts glided down from his lips, over his chin, along his neck, and pressed into his bare chest. "I bet you, Wesley, Gunn, and maybe even Lorne would love to squeeze and caress these puppies; now's your chance. The others will just have to fend for themselves."

Cordy lowered her body to the floor, face pressing between his legs.

"What do you think you are doing?" he hurriedly asked.

Her response, "You."

She slid his pulsing cock into her mouth. An unexpected moan surfaced as Angel hung his head in shame. Her mouth coated his shaft with her saliva as she took his entire length, feeling his cock head pressed against the back of her throat.

'Experience was right. Being a high school and social slut paid off', thought the brooding bloodsucker as he was lost in his overwhelming lust. A lust he had to fight against.

"No!" Angel screamed out, but his cry went unnoticed heard only by his mind. The gorgeously, sexy, nude brunette continued to service her new play toy.

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Later in the evening, Cordelia Chase returned to her bedroom after her playtime had ended with Angel. As ordered, the young female slave was laying across her bed with tears falling from her eyes. Cordy paid the tears little to no attention as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I assume you pleased the guard as I instructed?" Through tear stained eyes, and a shaking voice, "Yes, my lady."

"Good. Now then...time to please me." Cordelia purred in the girl's ear. The slave girl nodded, and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Reaching over, she pulled her mistress's legs toward her, leaving room for her head between her thighs.

Cordelia pushed the girl away with hard shove. "You disappoint me...have I to remind you each and every time?" Her anger was evident and grew as the girl looked at her with a bewildered expression upon her face. "There are to be no clothes worn by any slaves in this room!"

"Sorry, my lady." The girl immediately slid off the bed and pulled the rags over her head, exposing her body for only Cordelia's eyes.

"Better! Now come over here and lay back down." The slave kneeled down on the bed and crawled over to her awaiting mistress.

The princess's hand flashed through the air and landed solidly on the girl's pubic mound, causing the girl to yelp out in pain. "When you disappoint your princess, you get pain in return. Is that clear?" The girl cast her eyes to the ground and instinctively, her hands moved to comfort the pain.

Cordy quickly slapped them away. "You will NOT deny me!" The girl scrambled backwards against the wall and Cordelia crawled over and grasped her chin, roughly pulling the girls head up so she could look into her eyes.

"You want to give me pleasure, don't you?" Asked Cordy in a seductive, yet stern voice. When the girl gave no answer,opting to just stare silently at her mistress, the princess got angry and grabbed the girl's hands to pull her up into a sitting position. The slave girl pulled her hands away, but her mistress was already pissed off at her actions.

"Sit up. I said sit up!" The girl rose to her knees. "Now, stand up." The girl did as instructed. "Now spread your legs and step towards me." She complied, her legs wobbly on the soft mattress of the bed. "Now, do to yourself what I just did to you. If you don't like me hitting your cunt then maybe you'll like it more if you hit yourself. Don't disappoint
me." Tears fell more quickly from the girl's eyes.

Spreading her legs further apart, the girl raised her hand high in the air and forcefully brought it down across her mound.Princess Cordy laid back against the bed, supporting herself against the wall as she watched her slave punish herself.

"Harder!" Her order was sternly carried out. The girl brought her hand even higher and slammed it down more forcefully upon her body. Cordy's smile grew larger with each strike. "More! Harder!" The girl fiercely slapped and spanked her pubic mound, occasionally missing and striking her clit. Her sex nub grew and un-hooded itself with each flesh, jarring attack. Her mound soon was but a red bruise, more sensitive to touch than ever before.

Her mistress was pleased. "I assume you aren't a virgin anymore?" She asked in a scornful manner, reaching out and touching the girl's exposed clit, causing the girl to instinctively flinch. "Sensitive are we?"

She reached out and caressed the girl's nubbin and then thumped it with her finger. The princess assaulted the girl's clit; ignoring her cries, tears, and the pain-filled moans escaping her lips.

"You are mine. And don't ever forget it." Stated Cordy as she leaned her head forward and captured the girl's clit between her teeth. The girl feared for the worse, but her mistress pulled off, allowing only her lips to surround the erect mass of flesh.

She sucked on the over sensitive jewel as she brought two fingers up and penetrated the girl's folds. Her lips opened up with ease as Cordy pushed her digits further into the girl's pussy. Her hips jerked, trying to push the fingers further in as the sensation was too much for the girl not to want to be filled to her capacity. After all, it was an honor to be seduced by the princess of Pylea.

Cordy pulled away, and started licking along her slave's labia, occasionally flicking across her clit. Sex juices started free flowing from the girl's inner core, coating Cordy's tongue as she continued to penetrate and please her bitch.

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Early the following day, the double suns shined brightly on the occupied royal palace courtyard. Princess Cordelia Chase relaxed as she lay across her long, cushioned courtyard throne. On the ground before her, rested a tired and beaten Angel,sporting a diamond-jeweled dog collar, the leash resting in the princess's possession.

The crowds had all gathered for the ritual cow hanging. Pylea was home to other unfortunate humans as well, commonly known as cows. The day's event was the execution of beaten, clothes ripped, dirty human by the name of Fred.

Looking up from his ground perch, "Cordelia, you can't let them kill her." He said. She quickly jerked on the leash,silencing her newly trained puppy.

"I can't do what? Again, I can do what or whom I please...at anytime, must I remind you?

Angel wasn't one for taking shit from people for long periods of time and Cordy's reign over him had run its toll. He jumped up to his feet, ripping the leash from the princess's grasp and raced across the courtyard, grabbing Fred as he fled. Guards quickly surrounded him, but this time they attempted one-on-one attacks, which was never a good idea with an experienced and skillful killer on the loose.

He grabbed two of the guards' necks and snapped them like twigs. Others rushed him though soon found themselves flying through the air to their deaths. An opening appeared between the guards and Angel grabbed Fred and made a beeline for it. They escaped into the nearby forest.

Princess Cordy was steamed with anger, "I want him back. Kill the bitch if you must, but bring me back my puppy!" Her orders rang throughout the open courtyard, loudly piercing everyone's ears. She marched off toward the palace. The guards rallied, organized and recruited from the bystanders before taking off for the forest. They lived to please their princess.
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Minutes later, Cordelia sat on her throne, heading up the throne room. She was pissed and irritated. "How dare Angel try to escape my reign?" She screamed out in disgust.

As her screams echoed throughout the large, stone walled room, guards opened the doors and in walked a tall, long blonde haired, muscular young man.

"Your Majesty." Lord Silas, the high priest, announced.

"Yeah?" Cordy swiftly answered.

Silas pointed toward the door. "The groosalug." She turned her attention toward the door as Silas made his departure.

"Wow. This is the so-called demon from the scum of Ur? I can deal." Thought Cordelia, as she looked him over from head to toe.

She didn't see the groosalug for the demon the patrons of Pylea saw him as...she only saw him as a sexy piece of human-like flesh to enjoy at her discretion.

"Oh my, is he ever the hottest," she continued to think as she motioned the guards to bring him closer.

"Have him remove his shirt." Her royal order was carried out, as the young man-demon removed his shirt under his own control.

"As you wish, your Majesty." The groosalug said as he completed Cordy's order. The guards around him looked at him in disgust yet shook at his mere presence.

It was well known in the lands that the name groosalug wasn't given out lightly. Only the strongest and bravest of warriors that fought many battles and survived, undefeated could be called such a name. A name only bestowed upon a person by the priests. It was a shame that such a name had to be given to a man-demon that partially had cow's blood running
through his veins.

The groosalug's chest rose and fell with each breath; taking away the young woman's own breathe as she marveled at his physique. "You can all go, but you...you must stay and accompany me to my bedchamber. For if I'm not mistaken, we have some Com-shuking to commence with."

"Yes, your Majesty, as you wish." He said as he kneeled before her and kissed the top of her hand. "It shall be a great honor." The princess smiled as she walked hand-in-hand out of her throne room with the groosalug.

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Meanwhile, in a cave somewhere deep in the Pylean forests, Fred crept around Angel's sleeping form as he rested on the hard cave floor. 'Handsome man' thought the girl as she surveyed his body.

Familiar feelings arose from deep within her body, feelings she hadn't felt since she arrived in Pylea. She almost didn't recognize the odd feelings, but the longer she looked at the vampire, the more heated her body became.

Fred raised her hands to her shoulders and casually slipped her ripped, and dirty rags from her body. Her breasts were sensitive to the touch as her hands touched her flesh while guiding her rags to the cave's floor. She followed suit and slipped to the floor near her gathered rags and carefully started removing Angel's black pants.

The soulful one flinched and shifted his position in his sleep, allowing the girl easier access as she finished working his pants off his body. Once freed, her mouth fell aghast as her stare lingered on the sight of his man shaft as it laid
dormant between his legs. Fred reached out and grasped the shaft with her hand and started sliding her hand up and down the hardening pole.

Unsure if she should be doing what she was doing, she pressed her face forward, bringing her lips in contact with his now throbbing cock. Slowly she took him in her mouth and started sucking him off. As the suction built up and the motions became harder and more passionate, Angel opened his eyes.

"Please don't." Asked Angel in a kind manner. He hoped she would stop her advances, but she disregarded his request and sucked and lunged even further down on his rock hard cock; his cum slowly coating the back of the ex-cow's flexible throat.
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Back in the palace, Princess Cordelia entered her bedroom and motioned the groosalug towards the previously prepared bed. He complied and walked over to the bed and sat down. He smiled shyly at her as she walked up to him.

"I am most unworthy of such an honor, your Majesty." He said as he dropped his head.

"Most people would be ecstatic to be allowed this honor. Yet you don't seem to be." For some reason she started to doubt herself, "Is it me? Do you not find me worthy enough to Com-shuk with me? I've been told I'm pretty good at mating." This was the first time since her arrival in Pylea that she had questioned anything about herself, much less her attractiveness and sexual exploits.

The groosalug was confused at the princess's manner of speaking. "I do not understand your speech, my princess. I do wish to please you. It is I who is unworthy. I am scum and you are everything. You are the great light of this land."

She lifted his down trodden face up with her hand and looked into his eyes with reassured confidence. "Why don't you let me be the judge of that?"

Cordelia stepped back and slipped out of her dress. Immediately, the groosalug reconsidered his current situation. He was infatuated with Cordy's nude form; eyes lingering on her ample, mountainous shaped twin mounds.

She stepped closer and leaned against him, her stiff nipples boring holes in his skin as she rested her body upon him. In a carefree manner, she tried to throw him back against the bed, but failed horribly.

The man-demon recognized her attempt and scooted back on the bed, bringing her body with him. Cordelia instinctively began attacking his chest with her mouth, circling her tongue over his pecks, sucking one nipple between her lips at a time.
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Back at the cave, a satisfied Fred laid on the cave's floor, staring up as Angel hovered above her, letting light from the double suns strike harmlessly upon his back. "You liked?" She asked, unsure of her rusty oral skills.

"You...were great." He confessed as he stood up and looked into the bright light escaping through cracks in the cave,redressing himself in the meantime. "I must find my friends." He said as he started to walk away.

"You could always just stay here...with me." Fred said as she stood up, walked over, and pressed her bare chest to Angel's still exposed back. "It's safe here."

"If the time and situation were different I might would take you up on your offer, but I must hurry off." He turned around, briefly feeling her chest upon his, and pecked her on the lips. "But my friends and I have to get back to LA." He said as he separated himself from her grasp.

"LA?" She asked as past memories flood back into her head.

"Yes." He replied. "The same place you came from."

Tears started to swell in the girl's eyes. "It's been so long. I thought I just imagined it." She tearfully said.

"We can all get back...you included." He reached out and pulled her into his body once again, resting her head against his chest for comfort. "If we are to do this then you must come with me. Get dressed."
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As Angel consoled his latest bedmate in the Pylean cave, Princess Cordy was straddling her Com-shuk partner's waist, rising and falling over his body, as his cock penetrated her pussy's inner depths. She rose and pounded down hard upon his shaft,but the pain meant nothing to the emerging passion building within the young man's body. Without any notice, he shot his
load into her tired, sweaty body, sending her up to a higher plane of ecstasy. A white light cast over her body as her gift of vision parted ways with her body.

Unknowing as to what had happened, Cordelia just thought she was having the absolute greatest orgasm of her life."Oh Jesus, you're fantastic." As she came down off her high, she waited for the groosalug's climax to subdue as well, but it never came. He continued to shoot jet streams of his cum deep into her, filling her like she had never been filled before.

She started pounding his meat again, clutching her cunt muscles around his meat-pulsing shaft, trying her hardest to close off his pipe, but her efforts failed as he kept dumping his seed into her womb. Her efforts weren't overlooked as the man-demon's eyes flew open, causing him to grab a hold of Cordy's waist and thrust even harder and deeper into her depths. His cum spewed out of Cordy's pussy, mixing with her own juices, and covered the bed.

The groosalug continued fucking the princess while waddling in a lake of their combined secretions, even against her flailing will. As time passed, Cordy became a limp doll, drained of all energy, spent of juices, raw as a bone, but the groosalug still continued thrusting his large gifted cock into her body, never missing a beat.

Cordy fell unconscious from the man-demon's never ending sexual appetite. The Fabio look-a-like couldn't get enough of the princess's royal offering. He continued to pound their bodies together, stopping only for a brief moment as he pulled Cordy's body further under his own. Pressing her breasts into the mattress, the groosalug mounted her ass, unknowing to his victim, and proceeded to rape her ass with all his might and will; consuming everything the princess's body had left to give.
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Somewhere in the depths of the palace, the Covenant gathered in a secret room.

"They are progressing towards mating, my Lord." Commented one of the priests to Silas, the head priest.

"Excellent." Commented Silas. "Once the Com-shuk ritual has been completed, the groosalug will possess the gift of visions. He can be controlled, therefore their offspring will enable the Covenant to retain our control over all others."

"What about the craven beast, our so called princess? Was is to be done of her?" Asked Barshon, Silas' right hand guy.

"If the princess survives the Com-shuk ritual...then Barshon, you can have her head, but not before." Silas ordered as his hands rested upon an old, heavy, thick bound book with a familiar symbol on the front. The other priests in the room nodded in agreement and cheered on their lord.
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Later that day, Princess Cordelia, having remembered only the greatest climax of her life from her session with the groosalug, sat on her throne, feeding the man-demon berries when Angel, Wesley, Lorne, Gunn, and Fred bound through the throne room's heavy doors, sending guards flying in every direction. They were on a mission.

"It's time to go." Ordered Angel as he snapped the neck of yet another palace guard. "Come quietly or if need be, we'll take out every guard and security measure this palace as to offer and then take you by force. Now Cordy, the choice is yours." Cordelia hadn't seen that side of Angel in a very long time. She wet herself thinking of his Angelus-like forcefulness.

Breaking herself out of her minute trance, "No!" She screamed out toward her friend before turning to her new playmate,Groo (as she liked to call him) "If you care for me, stop him this instant!" The groosalug wasted no time charging the group, easily sending the others to the ground, leaving him to stand one-on-one with Angel.

"I'm impressed. Now why don't you try that on someone your own size." Angel set his body in a striking position and waited for his opponent. Groo charged him, but Angel was ready and slung the young man over his shoulder and unexpectedly into the sword Wesley was wielding in his hands, as his body rested on the stone floor. The others watched as the sword
pierced the groosalug's flesh and blood flowed freely from his human-like body, leaving the guy with but one breath.

"Princess." The groosalug's body went still on the stone palace floor. A moment later, a great white light cast over his body, vanishing in thin air.

"You killed him!" Screamed Cordy as she rushed over to his fallen body.

Gunn placed a hand on Cordy's shoulder as she kneeled over the dead body, "It's time to go home, Cordy. Your real home."

She shrugged his hand from her shoulder and stood up, slapping the black guy's face. "No! I like it here. I rule here. LA has nothing left for me. I'm nobody back there and that isn't ever going to change. I've accepted that. Pylea is my new home!" Cordelia Chase was stern with her decision and nothing or no one was going to change her mind.

Fred had listened to the young woman's rant long enough and decided to take matters into her own hands. She slowly made her way over to Cordelia and whispered in her ear. "Sorry."

That was the last word Cordelia heard from the other woman's mouth as the ragged clothed Fred, struck her fist to the side of Cordy's face, knocking her to the ground, unconscious of the world around her.

Everyone stood around their friend's fallen body, and then looked around the throne room taking in everything they were about to leave behind. Wesley picked up a heavy, thick book bearing the earthly markings of Angel Investigations' truest and toughest foe, the law firm of Wolfram & Hart. The same book he and the others had found earlier as they sought to find
a way out of the palace.

The book was the other dimension's version of the book that Lorne read in their earthly dimension to open the initial inter-dimensional vortex portal that brought them to Pylea to begin with. Hopefully the newfound book would re-open the vortex to send them back home. That was Wesley Wyndham-Pryce's theory.

Wesley handed the book over to Lorne and listened as he read aloud the Pylean scripted incantation. Meanwhile, Angel bent down and lifted Cordy's body up into his arms and awaited the dark, lightning filled vortex to appear. The room grew dark as a black hole opened before them and within what seemed like seconds, the gang, along with a new recruit, was back in LA,
where they all truly belonged.

The End.