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Rated NC-17!!! Do not read if you are underage!

Warnings for: Adult language and content, strong sexual content. BDSM, kinky sex, and torture (in a non-sexual circumstance).

{A/N: This story deals, in part, with the reactions of Spike's friends and family to his new relationship with Buffy. Some of them aren't very positive. Angst alert!

Takes place during early season 5. Joyce didn't die, Riley was Buffy's boy-toy, Samantha (Sam) Jones is Spike's recent ex. Drusilla was Spike's first love. The Scoobies know that Dawn is 'The Key', Glory is around, but doesn't show up in this particular story.}

* Thanks to Coolestchick and Alyssa for betaing me!
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Joss and ME own everything, I own nothing.


Buffy wound her arms around Spike's waist from behind, and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Looks good as new, luv."

They had spent the afternoon repairing his bed and the damage to the wall caused by the headboard banging into it from their rowdy sex the night before. Spike had stayed home from classes today to get it done before his mother could come home and see it. Joyce would have had a fit. Not to mention the awkward questions that would naturally arise about what he was doing that made the headboard crack the plaster. He'd had to miss an important Psych test but he could make it up the next day.

Spike inspected the wall, tilting his head. "I don't know... I can still tell. Look, you can see where the paint --"

"Spike-pet, it looks perfect."

Buffy walked around in front of him and put her arms around his neck. "Your mum will never be able to tell the difference. Now, I think I deserve a reward for bein' a good girl all day." She placed kisses on his cheeks, lips and the tip of his nose. "I wanted to break off a piece of that sweet ass of yours all day but controlled myself till we finished fixin' up the place." She smiled.

Spike relaxed into her embrace, putting his arms around her waist. He smiled at how cute she looked with her hair up in a ponytail and smudges of paint on her chin and forehead. His newly discovered affection and feelings for the petite blonde vamp grew stronger by the minute.

"You have paint on your face," Spike said with a smile.

"Yeah? You got some too."

Buffy trailed a finger over a streak of dried paint across his cheekbone. "Seems like we should do somethin' about that. Another shower... perhaps?" She grinned saucily. He had really gotten off on the shower sex. He had been so -- enthusiastic. She could never get enough of him.

"Hmm..." Spike pretended to consider it, scratching his chin. "That's just what I was thinking. The water bill's going to be a bitch this month."

Then, he kissed her languidly as they started removing each other's clothing. They had great, mind-blowing sex all night yet they still wanted more.

"C'mon, luv."

Buffy pulled him along to the bathroom, her body humming with anticipation. But just as they were leaving Spike's room, there was a knock at the front door.

"Who could that be?" Spike asked, anxiety creeping into his voice.

He was going to tell his friends about him and Buffy, but he wanted some time to prepare first.

"Probably just the postman. Go on and answer the door, pet. I'll be in the shower...waiting for you."

She gave him one last lingering kiss and walked into the bathroom, swinging her hips. Spike took a deep breath and shook himself slightly to get his hormones under control. She made him so hot that he couldn't think straight, he couldn't wait to join her for some more hot, steamy and wet fun.

He went quickly downstairs and opened the door. A delivery man stood there with a package and clipboard.

"Hello." Spike smiled, relieved that it wasn't one of his friends.

"Hello, sir. I have a package here for Dawn Summers."

"That's my little sister, she's out of town, but I'll sign for it."

Spike took the offered pen and signed his name before taking the package and politely thanking the deliveryman.

"Have a good day," the delivery guy called over his shoulder as he walked back to his truck.

Spike was reading the package as he was closing the door. Dawn had been going on and on about the fan club she joined before she and Joyce had left for Joyce's sister's house in San Diego. She had been waiting for her membership kit to come in the mail for weeks, so this must have been it. Some new group called "Ghost of the Automaton" or something crazy like that. Spike hoped he wouldn't be forced to listen to yet another boy band over and over again. Maybe these guys were half decent.

"Spike!"

His head snapped up at Willow's voice.

"Hey you! How come you missed classes today?", the red-headed witch said as she jogged up the porch steps and over to him before adding, "You're not sick, I hope?"

"Uh, hey, Wills. No, not sick. I just, uh, didn't get much sleep."

"Were you painting?" Willow asked, noticing the streaks on his face and clothes.

"Yeah... uh... in my room."

"You missed the Psych test but they're having make up exams tomorrow, lucky for you," Willow said.

"Yeah. I was --"

Willow walked past him into the house. His heart stopped when she started climbing the stairs.

"I have to use the little girls' room. I have got to stop drinking all those cappuccinos!" Willow laughed.

"Willow! Don't go in there!" Spike called urgently.

"Oh, Spike, do shut up!" Willow said, imitating Giles' British accent very well. "I'll only be a minute!"

Willow opened the bathroom door and stepped inside.

"Was wonderin' what was takin' so long, Spike-pet. How 'bout you get in here with me, get nice and wet, and let me suck on that big, long, hard, gorgeous fucking co-" Buffy peered around the shower curtain to see a stunned Willow staring at her from the doorway. Buffy's smile quickly disappeared. "Oops. Wrong person." Buffy slowly went back behind the curtain.

Willow gulped, backing out of the room and shutting the door.

Spike was standing halfway up the stairs, hanging his head with a hand over his face. This was definitely NOT the way he wanted Willow to find out.

"Umm, Spike..." Willow said carefully. "What's going on? Why is Buffy in your shower? And why was she saying -- that?"

"Wills... I was going to tell you... Buffy and I... we're kind of... together now," Spike said nervously.

Willow's eyes widened even more. "What? But--But... Are you nuts? And what about Sam?"

Spike sighed and went back downstairs in the living room, sitting down tiredly on the couch. He placed Dawn's package on the coffee table and sat back. Willow followed him into the living room and sat down in a chair across from him.

"Sam and I are through. We broke up last night. It--It became painfully obvious that we weren't compatible."

"But... Buffy? Why on Earth would you want to be with her? I thought you hated her?"

"It's complicated. But...I have feelings for her. Real and scary feelings. They only came to the surface last night. I don't expect you to understand...just try to accept it for my sake." Spike wrung his hands together.

"Wow, Spike... I had no idea. Are... you sure about this?"

"Yeah." Spike smiled. "I'm sure that I want to try being with her. I don't know what's going to happen, where this is all going to lead, but I know I care for her."

Willow took a deep breath and released it. "Okay, then. If that's really what you want then...I'm here for you." She went over to sit beside him on the couch then put her hand on his.

Spike gathered her petite form in his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Thanks, Willow. I was so worried about telling you guys."

"We're your friends, Spike, we love you. Um, Giles and Xander are going to be a tougher sell, but it'll be alright."

"Shit...they're going to freak, aren't they?"

"Maybe... but you have to do what makes you happy. Are you? Happy, I mean."

"Yeah. I'm really happy." Spike grinned. "What would I do without you?"

"With any luck, you'll never have to find out." Willow laughed lightly then sobered. "Spike...if she hurts you..." Willow didn't have to finish the sentence.

"I know. But she won't. I know she won't. I appreciate the sentiment, though." He squeezed Willow's hand gently. "It's weird, believe me I know, but I'm -- crazy about her." He broke into a blinding smile, the kind that Willow hadn't seen on his face in a long time. "I buried my feelings for her for so long. And it's not just about the sex, although -- Man! The sex is --"

"Spike! I don't need to hear all the details." Willow smiled. "You're absolutely sure? I'm sorry to ask again, but it's just so... sudden."

"It's not a spell or any other kind of magical/mystical crap, if that's what you're thinking, Will. I'm absolutely, positively sure that I want to be with Buffy."

"Mystical/magical crap, eh?" Willow gave him a mock-peevish look. "That so-called crap is my life, buddy. You don't hear me pooing all over -- Slayery stuff, do you?" She winked to let him know she wasn't really that mad.

"Uh... what I meant to say was... it's not because I'm under the influence of the fantastic, scrumptious tastiness that is everything magical/mystical. You know that I can never get enough of that stuff."

Willow punched him in the arm, playfully. "Great recovery, blondie."

Spike made an exaggerated 'Ouch! face' and rubbed at his arm. They sat quietly for a few moments.

"Just... please be careful, okay?" Willow looked into his eyes as she squeezed his hand.

"I will." Spike grinned and hugged her again, grateful beyond words for her acceptance.






Sam laid on her bed in her small apartment, bouncing an orange nerf ball off the wall, thinking about the events of last night for the hundredth time today. He broke up with her. Spike, the man she loved more than life itself, broke up with her. She had left in tears and started the lonely drive back to campus. She remembered...


The night before...

Sam drove for five minutes before she stopped the car.

She couldn't leave things like that with Spike. She loved him too much. So what if he was into weird, kinky shit? She could adapt, she'd do anything for him. She had been too hasty to refuse him. The important thing is that they should be together. He'd forgive her, he had to… She didn't want to lose him for good. She did a U-turn and went back to Revello Drive.

A light rain had just started, thunder boomed in the distance. Her heart was beating like a jackhammer when she finally pulled up in front of the house and got out.

Sam was running up the yard when a sound made her stop in her tracks. A loud moan came from Spike's window, followed by more moans and groans. Then she heard the voices.

"Slayer! Uhh -- Luv! Feels so BLOODY GOOD!" a voice that could only be that bitch Buffy's shouted.

"Buffy! Ungh! Ohh Buffy!” Spike yelled.

Sam's feet were rooted to the spot as what she was hearing sunk into her brain.

Her eyes were steely, glinting like knives in the darkness. Her nostrils flared, jaw clenched painfully, hands balled up into fists. Her jealousy and rage were overwhelming. Her only thought being: "I will NOT allow this! UNACCEPTABLE!"

Droplets of blood dripped to the ground from the palms of her hands as her fingernails dug into her flesh. The rain poured down around her, soaking her to the skin. An ominous sounding clap of thunder rang out from nearby as the storm suddenly intensified. The rain poured down around her, soaking her to the skin. But she didn't even notice, her fury was all-consuming.

It took all the discipline and self-control that Sam had learned from her Initiative training to keep her from storming up to Spike's bedroom and killing Buffy right there and then, maybe him too. She was able to keep her cool and get back in the car.

She drove a few miles before she had to stop the car, lean out the window and throw up.


The present...

She would not let Buffy have him.

Something in Sam's mind had snapped last night. Buffy would pay, pay dearly. Spike was another matter. She still loved him completely and deeply... but he had to be punished in some way as well. Buffy would be dealt with then he would see the error of his ways. Spike’s strongest muscle was most definitely not his brain, he could be so easily swayed. She had heard the proof emanating from his bedroom window last night.

Buffy probably was trying to steer him towards evil. She had to be stopped before it was too late. Sam vowed to herself that she would not let that undead bitch win. Buffy would get Spike over Sam's dead body. Take Buffy out of the equation and Spike would be hers again.

"You'll pay... you fucking bitch. No one steals Samantha Jones' man and gets away with it, no one... especially not you..." Sam said between clenched teeth as she bounced the Nerf ball harder against the wall.

"Shame you have that chip in your brain. Can't fight back. That should make it soooo much easier."






Buffy flipped through an issue of People magazine, laying on her stomach on Spike's bed, fighting the urge to have a smoke while waiting for him to come back from showering.

Willow had left a half hour ago and although she was surprisingly accepting of them, it still took a lot out of Spike to tell her. He didn't exactly look in the mood for playing in the shower after Willow's visit, much to Buffy's chagrin. So she let him shower in peace. She was worried that those do-gooders he hung out with were going to put a serious damper on their sex life. If only she could just snap their necks, like she would have in the old days... But the Slayer wouldn't like that.

Buffy closed the magazine and put it aside when Spike came in the room with a white towel around his waist, slung deliciously low on his hips. His hair was wet and curled up at the ends, making him look unbearably fuckable. She growled lightly, fighting the urge to rip the towel off and throw him down on the bed.

Spike walked over and dropped onto the bed on his stomach.

She fingered his wet locks. "What's the matter, pet?"

"I'm not looking forward to telling the rest of the gang about us. There's a Scooby meeting at the Magic Box tonight...that's when I'll tell them... Do it like taking off a band-aid -- in one quick motion," Spike mumbled against the mattress.

He turned over on his back. Buffy couldn't resist running her hand over the hard muscles of his chest, still wet from his shower.

"It won't be as bad as you think... probably." She leaned over and started placing kisses to his collarbones and pecs.

"Buffy, how come you didn't... come in the bathroom? I was kinda waiting for you for a few minutes," Spike asked, running his fingers through her hair as she bent over him.

"Shit. I thought you wanted to be alone with your thoughts an' all that. Believe me, luv, if I thought you wanted company, I woulda been there in a bloody heartbeat."

Her hands roamed over the slick flesh of his torso, she'd keep him naked 24 hours a day if it were up to her. It seemed almost blasphemous to cover up such a work of art. She imagined other women admiring him and growled. Buffy would tear apart anyone who dared try to get their hands on him.

"What's with the 'Grrrr!'? he asked, baring his teeth and making claws with his hands.

That growl sounded more menacing than the last, not that he was worried. On the contrary, he found all her purrs and growls to be extremely sexy.

"Just thinkin' about some other chit trying to touch you drives me batty... No pun intended. How do you feel about wearin' potato sacks or really baggy clothing?"

Spike chuckled. "Jealous much? Buffy, no one else is going to touch me, except you, from now on. So I say, let 'em look. A guy needs to know he's still 'got it', you know? It does wonders for the old ego to have a woman check you out."

Buffy growled, more playfully this time, and draped herself over him. She kissed him softly then more demandingly, her hand snaking down his body to remove his towel. She whipped the towel off with a flourish then tossed it away. They smiled against each other's lips.

"Hmm, I still don't like it. All those women undressing you with their eyes..." Buffy wrapped a small hand around his shaft, stroking up and down gently.

She sighed in happiness and placed kisses to his chest as his cock started stiffening and twitching in her hand.

"Honestly, I don't turn a lot of heads..." He was breathing more rapidly. "I'm not 'all that'. I'm not a rock star or... something."

"Well then, the women of this town are stupider than I thought. 'Cause you're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen, pet. Like a bloody statue... So perfect... so hot and tight..."

"You're going to give me a big head if you keep talking like that!" Spike laughed.

"That's the idea." Buffy grinned wickedly, stroking his cock harder.

He arched his neck, inhaling sharply.

"You're mine, Slayer. I'm not gonna lose you. I love you so bloody much." He looked back into her eyes. "More than you know, more than I should. If I lost you I'd..."

Spike cupped her face in his hands. "That's not going to happen, Buffy. I care about you -- a lot. I'm not going anywhere. I'm a one woman kind of guy. And you're my woman."

He kissed her tenderly, trying to allay her fears. "You can't flip out every time a woman looks at me, okay?"

"I'll try, Spike-pet... But just the thought of some spotty bitch touchin' you..." She grit her teeth.

"You're the only bitch I want touching me," Spike joked, kissing and licking at her neck.

Buffy raised herself up to hover over him.

"What are you thinking?" he asked as her eyes raked over him, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips.

"How much I'd like to... never mind," Buffy said the last part quickly. She thought better of it at the last second.

"No, tell me. We're talking about -- well, we're talking now. I want to know what's on your mind." Spike stroked her hair.

Buffy glanced away nervously. "It's not important. I was thinking -- just thinking, mind you -- about how I'd like to mark you properly."

"You mean... bite me?" Spike asked, his eyes widening.

"Yeah... it was just a thought. I know you wouldn't like that, pet." Buffy was afraid that even bringing the subject up would send him heading for the hills. She prayed that she hadn't stuck her foot in her mouth again.

Spike's mind raced. She wanted to bite him. He felt a myriad of emotions. Among them, fear, disgust -- but most of all... excitement. It was taboo, it was wrong, but he was getting harder thinking of it. Buffy having him at her mercy, her razor-sharp fangs slicing into his throat. Pain followed by amazing pleasure, or so he had been told. It hadn't been any fun when the Master bit him. He had felt some pleasure when Dru bit him that one time when he forced her to feed from him to save her life, but she had taken it too far, almost killing him. What if Buffy couldn't stop herself in time?

"Would... you even be able to? With the chip?" Spike asked slowly.

"I think so. I'd be as gentle as possible -- but we don't have to do it, luv." Buffy saw the indecision in his face at the same time she felt him growing harder in her hand. "We don't have to do anything you don't like." She kissed and lightly sucked at his Adam's apple.

She was pleasantly surprised that at least part of him was intrigued. She had almost gasped at how his cock violently jumped in her palm when she mentioned biting.

'Dare I dream it possible? Will he let me drink from him? She shuddered, imagining riding her Slayer at a gallop while sipping from the chalice of his neck. She almost came just from the thought of it, she ran cricket scores through her head to stave off an orgasm.

"I'm not... sure. It's more than a little freaky..." Spike said slowly.

"Don't worry about it, pet." Buffy looked deeply into his smoky eyes. "You've already given me more than I ever dreamed possible." She sat up.

"I'm not ruling it out... totally... Just not... yet. Okay?" Spike held her hand.

She bent over him and gave him another kiss. "Sure, luv."

Buffy smiled and stood up, undoing her jeans and shimmying out of them. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and flung it in the air, it landed over the shade of the bedside lamp. They grinned. She crawled back on top of him.

"God, Slayer, I want you so bloody much!" Buffy said raggedly.

They fused their mouths together, hungry for each other. Their hands made circuits over the other's body. They'd been waiting all day to ravish each other again. Spike rolled them over so that he was on top. He kissed and licked softly at her perky tits.

"No foreplay!" she gasped. "Wanta fuck! Fuck me now!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Spike chuckled, pumping his cock a few times before guiding it between her slippery nether lips.

She was so wet for him that he slid right into her pussy. They sighed as he sank into her to the hilt. Spike braced himself with his hands on either side of her head and began moving in and out. Buffy hooked her ankles together under his ass, pulling him into her deeper.

"Ahhh! God -- Yes! Uhhh -- Spike!" Buffy thrust back at him. "Fuck me, pet! Fuck -- OHH -- Oh yeah!"

He picked up the pace a bit. "Buffy!" Spike moaned. "Love being inside you!"

He squeezed his eyes shut, his hips pistoning faster and faster. The feeling was indescribable. Her snatch fit his dick like a glove. Spike mused that God, or whatever it was that created human beings, made two people specifically for each other. The two people would know they were with the right person by the way their genitalia complimented the other's. Unfortunately, you couldn't go around sticking your cock into every beautiful woman you came across to find your mate. But he'd found his. Buffy was his match.

"So -- Bloody -- Fucking -- WONDERFUL!" Buffy panted, scratching up and down his arms, the muscles there bulging with the strain of supporting himself.

Spike pounded into her even faster and harder, the sound of their flesh smacking together was deafening.

"OH FUCK!" Buffy yelled. "I'm cumming! YES! Fuckmefuckmefuckme!" She thrashed under him.

Spike was close to the brink himself. He lowered himself to her neck, thrusting his cock into her tight hole more urgently as he slipped a hand between them to pinch her clit. In a moment of mindless passion, he put his mouth on her neck, opened wide then bit down firmly.

Buffy's eyes widened comically, her mouth formed a perfect "O", her body arched off the bed as she cried out in pure bliss and held him tightly.

"FUCCCCKKK! Spike! NNNaaggh! Bloody fucking -- Ahhhh! OHH PET!" Buffy's body shivered and convulsed in orgasm.

Spike started cumming as soon as her inner muscles clamped down on him like a vice. He removed his mouth from her neck.

"BUFFY!" he shouted, burying his face in her hair. "Ohh God! Buffy!" Their bodies shook and jerked.

Panting for breath, he rolled over to lay beside her.

"Fuck! That was fucking incredible!" Buffy gasped with a wide smile, touching the spot on her neck where he'd bitten her. She hadn't expected him to do that. She hadn't ever cum so hard in her long, sordid life. "You naughty, naughty boy!" She smirked.

Spike looked sheepish. "I got...carried away. I thought that...maybe you'd like it. I should have asked first. I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Buffy rolled on her side and kissed him enthusiastically, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. "Pet, never apologize for makin' me cum like that." She smiled. "Feel free to do it as often as you like."

Spike smiled back at her. "Okay. But I'll ask next time."

"Nah. I want it to be a surprise. That was the best fuck yet." She stroked his cheek lovingly.

"I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" Spike moved her hair aside to look at the 'love bite' he'd given her.

He hadn't broke the skin, but there were impressions of his teeth on her pale flesh.

"Uh-uh, no worries, pet. Wish it wouldn't heal. I like the thought of havin' your mark on me." She kissed him again.

"Is it always going to be this good?" Spike sighed dreamily with a lopsided smile.

"Always, luv." Buffy ran a hand down over his abs. "There's so much more I can show you...so many things I want to do to you...." She played with the fine line of brown hair that led down from his navel to his pubic hair. She had never seen sexier belly hair in all her years. Every little thing about him drove her crazy with lust.

"Show me." Spike's eyes were glazed and hooded with renewed desire.

Buffy smirked and started kissing a path down his body, stopping to circle her tongue around his navel, she thrust her tongue in and out a few times before she continued down, using the feathery line of brown hair as her guide. She took his re-hardening member in her hand and licked up and down its length, tasting her own juices on it. Buffy used her other hand to lift his balls to her mouth, kissing, licking and sucking on them while she pumped his cock gently in her hand.

'Slayer constitutions are amazing things!' Buffy thought with a smile. She would have said it, but her mouth was busy at the moment.

She licked and sucked on his balls, one at a time.

"Buffy! God!" Spike groaned, looking down at her while she worked him into a frenzy, fisting his hands in her bleached locks.

He couldn't get over the fact that he was getting so hard so fast after just cumming a few minutes ago. Buffy brought out the sex maniac in him. He would never get enough of this. They could go at it for hours on end and still have no trouble getting the other one hot again.

Buffy took her mouth off his sac and replaced it with her hand, rolling his balls and tugging gently. She then licked her way back up his shaft, flicking her tongue rapidly over and around the fat head. Spike groaned loudly, his eyes rolling up. Pre-cum oozed out of his prickhead copiously. She slid her mouth over it, greedily drinking up the liquid and moaning at his exquisite flavor. She'd suck him off all day long if he'd let her.

Spike bucked his hips and gasped when she dropped her head to totally engulf him, her chin resting on his balls. She bobbed her head slowly, sucking firmly on the upstrokes. He was once again fully erect, throbbing and aching in her mouth.

Buffy massaged his balls as she slid her mouth up and down his thick rod. She worked her other hand up and down on the shaft, in a twisting motion while she sucked hard on the head.

"Ohh -- God -- Ohh -- Buffy! FUCKYES!" Spike cried, trying to control the impulse to start fucking her mouth.

Buffy was dripping wet. Sucking on his luscious cock and the sounds that he was making had her pussy screaming for attention. In a moment of inspiration, without taking her mouth off his cock, she turned herself around and swung a leg over his upper body. She wiggled her hips, hoping he'd see what she wanted. They hadn't tried this particular position before. She hoped that he was 'up' for it.

Spike put his hands on her hips and brought her cunt down to his mouth. His tongue dived into her folds, licking her firmly up and down as he grunted and moaned from her ministrations down below. He pushed his tongue in and out of her wet slit, wriggling it around like a snake. He locked his lips around her swollen clit and sucked on it fiercely. Buffy moaned and cried out around his cock, bucking her hips into his face. Her muffled cries became louder as Spike slid two fingers into her snatch and pumped them in and out rapidly. Then he switched off, fucking her with his tongue and fingering her nub. Her juices flowed into his mouth freely, dribbling down his lips and chin. Spike licked it up with relish. He was so close to cumming now, he wanted to take her over the edge with him.

Buffy's eyes rolled around in their sockets from the great head Spike was giving her. She had to concentrate to remember she had her own task to accomplish. She attacked his cock ferociously, working her mouth up and down faster, grazing it lightly with her teeth, sucking harder and harder, moaning all the while. She took his cock in her mouth down to the root and began swallowing around him, massaging his engorged cock with the muscles of her throat.

"OHHMM FUUMMK!" Spike cried into her pussy.

He could never convey the immense pleasure he experienced when she did this to him to anyone. He sucked on her clit hard, nibbling at it with his teeth as he fucked four fingers into her cunt.

Buffy moaned and humped Spike's face with ardor. Their mouths, tongues and hands worked feverishly on the other's sex. They were eager to give as much pleasure as they were receiving.

"MMMPPPHHH! OOOMMPH! MMM!" Buffy eyes rolled back as another powerful orgasm shot through her body.

Her juices poured onto his tongue as she fucked his face. She needed to make him cum in her mouth, so she could once again drink the sweetest nectar she'd ever tasted. She sucked on his prickhead harder than ever, jacking the base of his cock strongly, almost viciously. She slipped one finger of the hand that was working his balls with, down to his ass. She circled the finger around his tight hole then pushed in in slightly.

That was all Spike could take. His eyes went wide, his balls tightened up suddenly, and he began cumming hard, not able to control the bucking of his hips.

"BBUUFFFY! NNNNGH! AHHHHH!" Spike exclaimed and shouted his arrival into her drenched pussy, his entire body trembled as he shot loads of thick, creamy Slayer cum into her mouth.

Buffy moaned and swished the ropy strands of his cum around on her tongue. She swallowed every drop, jacking him into her mouth until he was completely spent.

'It doesn't get any better than this!' she thought dreamily.

They massaged each other's thighs and hips as they came back down. They moaned as they lapped at the other's sex lazily, cleaning each other of their spendings.

"Oh, Spike-pet... luv..." Buffy moaned. "So fucking amazing..."

"Buffy, that was... Fuck... so good... Oh God..." Spike gasped.

"Spike, honey? We're home!" Joyce's cheerful voice came from downstairs.

Spike and Buffy froze, their eyes wide in shock, their tongues stuck out in mid-lick on the other's genitalia.




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