A blast of fresh air on her overheated skin was apparently not enough to make Buffy snap out of her Spike haze of lust and confusion. They were holding hands, walking across campus with Buffy not giving one thought to the fact that Spike was an unmitigated member of Giles’s tub incarceration program. Complete with chains and cheesy daytime TV. The only thing Buffy was thinking was that she was completely out of her mind, sporting a new set of vampire scars on her neck and obviously unable to separate herself from Spike.
She didn’t get quite how unable to separate from Spike she really was until they’d smooched for fifteen minutes outside her dorm and a jarring tug on her wrist reminded her of the tethered nature of their togetherness.
Appalled, Buffy met amused sparkling blue eyes before they both diverted paths to stare at her covered lower regions. Buffy groaned loudly and banged her head on her door as it occurred to her she was minus the thing that would have stopped the key from being lost from her body. Spike’s questing fingers suddenly plunging into a space that hadn’t even attempted to stop being super ready for him brought it all the more to the realm of the obvious.
“We lost the key,” Buffy whimpered helplessly as his fingers found her yummy spot and she collapsed against the door, it’s support against her back the only thing that kept her from dragging Spike to the floor as her rubbery legs collapsed. One knee folded up over his hip—thankfully under his duster—and hauled him even closer to her body. She couldn’t say no to his touch. It felt like dynamite erupted every time he rubbed his calloused fingers over her and once he’d found her clit, she knew that she was blown wide-open.
A tingly build-up was all that Buffy registered as Spike circled over her throbbing clit, eagerly accepting the pleasure as he licked at her neck, the new marks his clear focus.
“Think it might be at the Bronze, pet. Can always go back and find it. Might be a touch…satisfying to be free to touch you all over.” A little poke of his erection against her thigh sealed the point admirably.
Buffy groaned at the smirk in his voice. Unlike her usual reaction where it pissed her off no end, now she wished she was inside her room, no Willow around so she could experience the fullness of having him lodged fully and deeply inside of her.
“Spike,” Buffy begged, her hips moving frantically against his hand as she held him tighter and more desperately against her.
“Ewwww, get a room.” There were giggles that Buffy was more than happy to ignore except for the fact that her door suddenly wasn’t holding her up anymore and she was lying flattened by a dangerously aroused vamp on her floor. His mouth attacked her lips as he roughly directed her to another vacant patch of filthy carpet and used his booted foot to kick the door closed.
There was no point trying to remove clothing. Their bound wrists made a mockery of stripping tops and so Buffy was more than satisfied when she heard the quick slide of metal as Spike undid his pants and finally thrust his cock inside her.
It was hot, and Buffy couldn’t stop her deliriously excited grin or the thoughts of ‘cool’ that ran through her brain as she arched up and into his thrusts.
Despite the hazards of trying to get naked, Spike managed to free enough of her to nibble at her breast, cool wet tonguing of her nipple that made her pussy react in heated fury. Buffy squeezed him, milked him, let him go and then tugged him back inside of her. It was a heady ride of the likes she’d never expected. Never even thought of happening with Spike, but now that it was, it seemed more than obvious. One dazed look at those cheekbones, his paleness contrasted with the blackness of his regular attire, and a girl would have to be blind not to realise the guy would be the passionate/ artistic type.
“Gahhh,” Buffy protested as her orgasm seemed to do little but build—needing desperately to be released from this torture of pleasure. It was a spiralling sensation she’d never experienced before and she couldn’t control it.
It scared her, and propelled her to shudder and wrench him back to her mouth, his tasty lips emphasising the motion of his hips as they undulated in a wild rhythm that had him pounding her into carpet she was more than glad she wasn’t naked on. ‘Cause carpet burn? So not of the sexy. And so far, everything about her night with Spike had been sexy.
It was strange how much of him she could feel with blinding clarity. Each ridge of his cock scraped against her slippery insides and made her moan. The little curve at the tip that bulged against her spongy depths making her whimper with need. Little skin prickles burst out all over her body, leaving her chilled and highly sensitised. That height was almost reached and she could vividly remember the added sensation of having him in her neck as well, feeling him sup on her life as he pumped her full of his pulsing undead semen. It was like getting a cold shower on the inside—except not, because it didn’t take away the lustiness.
Buffy fought down the slayer image that waggled an annoying finger in her mind’s eye, and inclined her head to the side, hoping he was getting the impressive visual before she had to open her mouth and remember how to use words. The turn of her head had broken the suction of their lips, and it was almost with blinding need to have his lips attached somewhere that meant they fell on the recently claimed portion of her throat. His tongue darted out to lick the almost healed puncture marks and with unbidden lust for her blood, his face changed and he tasted her again.
Her blood tasted different this time, and it shot straight to the straining width of his cock. He thought he was going to die while immersed inside the Slayer’s juicy pussy. He tasted the power of himself in her now—and he almost felt like giggling maniacally because she still didn’t know what he’d done. Instead, he moaned in exquisite pleasure at the burst of her blood that flowed over his tongue, fine red dribbling down his throat as he was reluctant to swallow. He wanted her taste to linger, wanted the hardness of his cock to continue pumping inside her. He could feel the frustration in his spontaneously chosen mate, and it was the last little cruelty he could inflict upon her now that she was his.
As the small ribbons of her life flowed past his teeth, he marvelled at the hilarity of his impulsive nature. He’d claimed the Slayer, and even though it would get him out of a bind, he clearly wasn’t thinking clearly about what came next. Here he was, saddled with a creature hellbent on dusting his ass who he now couldn’t be vindictively cruel to if he tried.
The last pull on what he could safely take from her flooded the cavern of his mouth and he swallowed it hard, his fangs resting while the sucking motion stopped. With it came an almost brutalising pulse around the base of his cock—sunk all the way in as he was—and an ear-splitting scream as Buffy shook and shattered around him. He could feel the sweat on her thighs as he allowed his own release, their cuffed hands automatically clasping as they rode out the enormous sensations of slaked lust together.
“I so did myself a favour falling asleep on Riley and his tractor riding story about Ohio,” Buffy managed once she’d finally regained the ability for speech.
“No tractors in Sunnydale, pet.” Spike slipped his fangs loose and found his face slipping easily to the one humans found stunning. He was panting. Why the bloody hell was he panting?
“Wrong state. We have no need for crops, unless some psycho nutbag demon comes along wanting to harvest her evil minions.” Buffy went slack beneath his hard body and almost purred her satisfaction with their latest encounter, even as she subconsciously brought up potentially uncomfortable topics.
Was he being paranoid, or was she poking sarcastic barbs at his ex? He shrugged…combine Dru with Angelus and there was no telling what they’d get up to. Whatever the hell she was spouting about, though, he knew it made little to no sense, and still they were joined at the wrist. Spike felt glee at the thought that once the key unlocked them, the Slayer would no doubt rage at the fact that they were now joined at the hip as well. Not that she had a choice. And not that she could resort to violence to eradicate him from her life this time.
“Hey, you came twice.” The Slayer pout was just as adorable as the first time she’d used it on him, and Spike randomly thought he could blow a third time easily.
And the conversation was heading into more bizarre territory. Good thing he’d had years to practise deciphering the obscure statements from the sane.
“Vampire, luv. All part of the package.” So was ongoing stamina, but as Spike collapsed over her tiny body, he felt exhausted in a way that had been generations ago in experience.
Both her hands reached up and playfully tugged at his wild curls, his own hand flopping uselessly beside their ears as she giggled like the teenager she still was.
“How is it I never noticed before the sexiness that is you?” Buffy asked huskily as she began nibbling at his tasty neck.
“Angel blinders do it to the best of ‘em. No worries. You’ll be seein’ lots more before you expire.” He groaned as her teeth made a mark in his neck.
“Rude much?” she screeched in true horrified slayer pitch.
And suddenly her death didn’t seem like such a glorious event anymore. It certainly dived from being the header of his ‘to do’ list.
“I meant sleep, pet. You’ll be long before goin’ to sleep tonight. An’ after we get that key, I’ll be seeing a whole different side of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. My preference would be a naked one riding me into sweet oblivion.”
Spike watched as her nose crinkled and the expected ‘ewwwww’ burst past her lips. But then the thought of nakedness obviously struck some interesting thoughts and she was enthusiastically pushing him off and righting her clothes.
“So, back to the Bronze?”
Spike smirked as he watched the glistening patch on her inner thighs expand, feeling rather proud of his girl that she would wander back out in public without washing him off her skin. Every vamp around would know that he’d marked the Slayer every which way.
And he was back to having lewd thoughts.
“Back to the Bronze it is.”
She was nibbling adorably at her lip, and Spike felt a fondness for her overtake his usual malicious murdering thoughts as he contemplated diving in and sucking the abused flesh into his mouth.
“It’s kinda closed, though, you know?” Bleeding hell she was innocent.
“Vampire, luv. I’ll get us in.” And before she could offer any other argument for them to wait, for them to stay physically locked together till the next night gave them legal opportunity, he’d dragged her from the room. No bloody way was he surrendering the possibility of stripping her naked and teaching her some more naughty things—and for that he needed both arms free.
Despite being the one to haul her out of the room, Spike found himself in the admirable position of studying her short skirt all the way back through the deserted streets of Sunnydale after midnight and found himself concocting dirty little fantasies. The images were delicious and had him salivating. It took him a full five minutes to wonder why they’d stopped walking and she’d shifted position.
They’d stopped at the locked doors of the Bronze, Buffy scoping the surroundings to make sure everyone was gone and they weren’t likely to be caught. When she turned around, she scoffed at Spike’s intent focus on her ass.
“Hey, the situation that requires all that eyeballing would be the lock on this door.” And by virtue of being cuffed to him as she gestured, she jerked his arm forward and slapped the handles of the door with his fingers.
“Owww, easy on the digits, luv. They might be a tad useful for the rest of the night.” He leered at her and then bent to take a look at the lock.
Buffy released a long sigh of relief when the door swung open and then rushed through the doorway, almost knocking Spike to his knees. The thought of being caught was so not cool, especially as she now realised her lack of panties and the cooling stickiness down her legs.
It was eerie inside in the dark. The alleyway outside wasn’t especially bathed in street light and so the interior of the Bronze remained hard to navigate. Luckily for Buffy she was tethered to a member of the undead who could get her to the balcony staircase without more than a bump or two.
When they reached the stairs, Spike stopped and waved her ahead, though when her human eyes didn’t catch the gesture, he nudged her forward with an eager hand on her leather clad ass.
“Up you go, sweets. I’m right behind you.”
It was one of those sinister moments that should have set alarm bells off in her head, but Buffy was too intent on the flush that spread over her body as Spike almost plastered himself to her back, their joined hands occasionally brushing against what she could only guess was another pounding erection. Despite the widening of her eyes, Buffy couldn’t help the savvy little swish of her hips as she played with his mind. She lifted their hands and wound them around her waist, feeling all shivery as his protruding cock poked her in the cleft of her rear.
Once they reached the top, however, it seemed more than urgent that she find that key and cut the tie that held her to Spike’s side. Sure, she may have given it up to him twice already, but that she could put down to momentary madness and good taste. There was no denying that he’d brought her body crackling to life. But now it was time to crash back down to earth, and no matter how much she loved what he could do to her body, she couldn’t see what possible future they could ever have together.
With that in mind, Buffy began her mission of locating the stupid key. What the hell had she been thinking, anyway? Trying to safeguard the tiny piece of metal ensuring her freedom in her panties? It was almost funny in a completely kinky yet twisted way. And unfortunately, the thought of what had happened when Spike went looking for that key started a new gush of desire rushing to her lower extremities.
The crick developing in her shoulder was ignored for the greater good, and Buffy bent fully over to search the floor near where they’d been sitting—or more accurately, writhing. Leaving Spike to do little but make sure they weren’t caught.
It was an opportunity a Big Bad such as himself had no thought to passing up. Her ripe luscious ass waving in the darkened club and her pretty pussy still glistening from his earlier attentions. With a snap of his pants and the quiet but businesslike whir of his zipper, his cock was hard and pulsing as he slammed straight into her, only slightly sheepish that he’d pushed so hard her nose thudded against the thankfully padded couch she’d been searching under.
“Eep.” Buffy was surprised when she went face first into the couch, but the reassuring weight of his heavy cock spreading her wide again was almost more than she could bear. Her muscles went on automatic and she wanted everything she could get from him for this last time. It felt too good to stop; too good to rush.
His tension was released with a grateful groan as she squeezed his length and moved back to allow him further inside. He’d bloody struck gold with this one. Struck the mother lode and he was keeping it hidden from certain eyes. Bloody poof didn’t know what he was letting go when he jumped into his thumping big saviour complex and departed for browner pastures.
Joined hands had the same idea as they met at her clit, and they rubbed the delicious little nubbin together as Spike began plotting for when he was going to be able to take her juicy lips in his mouth and suck her to doomsday.
He’d lost the ability to think when his hand fell free of hers, knowing they stayed joined despite the sudden lightness of his limb. The thud of metal clunking on the floor was enough to register, and with a relief that felt similar to when he’d first fed after a drought of days, he tore her silky top from her torso and felt the beauty of her bare back as he kissed and licked her into a shivering mess.
She took control of the gentle massage of her clit, sighing in rhythm to the smooth yet slow glide of his cock in and out of her pussy, her plump lips sucking helplessly on him as he withdrew, and rejoicing every time he returned. And at last, two calloused hands found bared breasts to cup and mould. Her nipples slipped through the slots of his fingers, driving him to a panting desperation as he took the plump, roughened centres and pinched them hard. He felt the result all the way to his cock as she spasmed around him. Felt the animal inside him roar as he upped the tempo and jerked himself back and forth in time to a beat he must have memorised from the thumping music of earlier in the night.
Buffy was overwhelmed with sensation. God, she was adrift as to how this feeling could pervade her so deeply, could take her romantic streak and paint it scarlet. And suddenly the thought that she’d been having sex with Spike all night had no implications of badness at all. But boy was she gonna be sorry to return him back to Giles’s tonight. Especially after all the little passionate suggestions he’s implied were all for her once he had his hands completely to himself again.
Oh well, he was their prisoner, and that was the last coherent thought Buffy could manage as everything inside her seized up in anticipation of a major release, the likes of which had only been hinted at so far. This was so hot—her pussy burned against the cock that stretched her further than she’d ever been, pumped her deeper than any other had dared to go. She felt so much, felt his shape and texture to the very depths of her soul, and every time he bumped that special spot inside she felt like she was about to jump from her skin and leave it screaming behind.
They still hadn’t turned down the heat in the Bronze, and Buffy could feel the redness of her flushed face as she felt it coming—felt that need to let everything go and meet God as she was shunted further and further forward until now her hard nipples were scraping the rough fabric of the couch. It felt like heaven.
Then everything hit at once. Cold liquid jetted against her spot, fangs sunk into her neck, her nipples scratched hard over the fabric and her clit was pinched from out of nowhere. It must have been her, but the rationality of it was gone. Only sensation existed as it poured over her skin, flowed through her body and she howled in euphoric satisfaction.
Breath seemed difficult to come by as she slowly drifted back to earth, but by the time she made it back to solid ground, Buffy knew she was way overdue for a shower. Her body was completely covered in sweat and the sex juice. For the first time ever, the thought of being less than pristine in appearance made her feel pretty good about herself. It was kinda hot to know you looked like you’d been…
“Shagged six ways from Sunday.”
“Huh?” Buffy blinked over her shoulder, seeing the bright bleached hair as a beacon as a softening cock remained stubbornly in place.
“Baby, you suck the stamina from a bloke in the very best of ways.” With one hand still stroking her ass, he stretched. One arm reached for the skies as his muscles rippled in protest at how much he’d exerted himself for the night.
And his cock hardened again.
“I’d love to shag you all night, pet, and my dick obviously has no objections. What say we go and get cleaned up, and start again?” All while he moved back and forth, building up tempo as if a determined steam train desperate to reach the station.
They’d both come again before Buffy was able to reply. She was consumed by images naïve school girls searched out in their male friends’ magazines. The things she could try with her mouth, places she could feel the wetness of his…she wasn’t ready yet to say goodnight…but where?
And wouldn’t Giles be worried about her by now? He probably thought Spike had managed to get passed the blockade of the chip and drained her in a weak moment. Speaking of…
“Hey, you bit me. And no ‘arrrggghhhh’. What’s with that?”
He actually smirked and the view was as plain as if day had swept the night aside and shone right at him.
“Didn’ exactly here you screaming in pain.”
She reddened again and hid her face fast behind a curtain of tangled, sex ravaged hair.
“Killin’ my third slayer wasn’t exactly at the top of my list, luv.”
And as gross as that sentiment was, it was more than reassuring.
So, she had to reassure Giles, chain Spike up for the older man’s peace of mind, and then work out how they could continue their night of lust before the sun came up and bathed her in rational judgement. She’d come this far, she may as well make the most of it.
Besides, her night so far had been wild. What sane, red-blooded slayer type girl would want to let that kind of pleasure rest? Not this one called Buffy. She was so not ready to tuck her tail between her legs, wandering back to her dorm bed and only imagining all the kinky things she could be learning with Spike.
She’d rather be experiencing them first hand.
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05/18/17 04:16 am
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
pj
03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
Rabbit_moon1
12/23/16 01:12 pm
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AudryDaluz1
10/06/16 08:34 am
Great post.
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:45 pm
And anyone else who loves this site, it's worth mentioning there's a nifty little "Donate" option just below the shout box here! ;)
Chrissel
08/31/16 03:43 pm
Just wanted to take a moment to thank Pari and all the mods for maintaining such a great site!