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Buffy found herself surrounded by her monthly visitor. She got out of bed hoping that the blood didn't stain the mattress knowing if it did, her mother would kill her. She had long since given up keeping track of her periods since the stress from slaying seemed to have stopped them all together. When she did have her periods, they only lasted for two days. But she never had one so heavy before and she had no clue how long it was going to stick around.

Buffy discarded the ruined under and took a long hot shower. She blew the dust off her tampon box and inserted one. For back up, she wore a super absorbent pad between her legs, which felt like a pillow and caused her to walk funny.

She was hesitant about patrolling and knew the vamps would be on her like flies to shit. She called Giles and explained the situation. She heard him drop the phone and wipe his glasses. Clearly, Giles never imagined it would become an issue, since nothing about a Slayer being on her period was ever mentioned in the Watcher's Diaries.

Buffy decided to throw caution to the wind and patrol only for a few hours at least for the next couple of days until her period slowed down. If every thing went well, she would resume her regular patrol hours. But there was no way she was going anywhere near Spike. He and his dick would just have to wait until the well ran dry.

After killing no more than the usual number of vamps, Buffy rounded the corner to Restfield Cememtary on her last hour of patrol. She was grateful the vamps didn't come out of the woodworks. She was confident she had wrapped herself pretty tight.
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Lying buck-naked on his stomach, Spike was sleeping the best sleep of his dead life until the sweet aroma of crimson fire invaded his senses. His body twitched and spasmed him out of his slumber as the scent hit him like a freight train. He jumped from his bed and immediately ascended to the top level of his crypt. The smell got stronger the closer he got to his door. With an evil grin plastered across his face, Spike rushed out the crypt with his dick swinging in the wind. He certainly wasn't shy when it came to being nude so he never bothered to cover up. Spike closed his eyes, lifted his head and swung it in every direction before taking a long whiff then exhaling the words, "Buffy".

Spike ran through the cemetery like the predator his was in full game face.
His erection pointed like a compass to the object of his desire. Buffy's scent was so overpowering that it paralyzed him into place when Buffy appeared in his view. He let out an animalistic growl and with his vampire quickness and speed grabbed Buffy and tossed her over his shoulder, heading back to his crypt.

Buffy felt her senses tingle but before she could react, she was over Spike's shoulder. She didn't object to his machoism. It turned her on. The growls that came from him made her nipples hard and her pussy wet causing her to flow even more. She acted passive and pretended she didn't know why Spike was reacting that way.

"Spike what are you doing. Put me down." She said in her little innocent girlie voice.

Spike ignored the half-ass attempt and slapped her across the ass hard enough to leave a bruise. He heard her squeak and giggle. His cock twitched at the thought his Slayer was getting off on it.

"Baby thinks this is game. Well, I hope you're ready to play." Spike said still slapping Buffy's jean covered ass.

Buffy 's giggling had ceased when she recognized the change is Spike's voice. He was speaking in game face which explained the cave man routine and the harder than normal slaps to her ass. Her adrenaline was pumping wildly causing a chain reaction of contradictions throughout her body. She was nervous yet calm, scared yet intrigued which made her hornier than a bunch of soldiers in a whorehouse. The anticipation alone made her wet jewel beat in unison with her heart. Buffy knew she was in for a long night.

They made it back to his crypt and Spike put her down roughly, knocking her to floor. Buffy wanted to protest but the look in his eyes was primal so she kept her mouth shut. He was no longer in game face but his nostrils still flared as he breathed in unneeded air. He was naked and towered over her like the Greek statue of David but with a bigger cock. His silvery white skin was a gift to his bones and he had a face blessed by angles which masked a hidden danger. He was strong and masculine and had the definition of gold-medallist swimmer. With each move he made, they flexed predatorily towards her.

She scooted back with each step unable to get her footing. He leaned into her catching one her boots in his hand and pulled it from her foot. Buffy turned to get away but Spike caught her again by the other boot, pulling himself up her body until he was on top of her. He grinded his erection into her ass and pulled her head up by her blonde locks then licked her ear like a cat cleaning his paws. He let his blunt teeth graze her jugular and she shivered. She wanted him to fuck her but she had never had sex while on her period and the thought of it freaked her out.

Spike turned Buffy over and pressed his lips roughly against hers. He ripped her shirt open and exposed her emerald green lace bra. Instead of unhooking the front clasp, he used his teeth to tear at the lace that surrounded her nipples. He took them one by one into his mouth teasing and sucking them to their highest peaks. He trailed kiss after kiss along her body and rubbed her firmly, leaving red hand imprints in her soft flesh. He tugged on her jeans forgetting they came with a zipper until he heard the denim ripping from the seams. Spike couldn't be gentle if he wanted. The smell of her monthlies was controlling him. His demon faded in and out as he struggled to keep it at bay. He finally got it together enough to get her jeans partially down before Buffy slipped through his fingers.

Buffy struggled to break free from Spike's possessiveness. She felt hot all over. His kiss left her weak kneed and unable to get out of his grasp. She surrendered when his teeth tore the lace of her bra and his mouth enveloped her nipples. She got so turned on by his demon making appearances that her body responded by thrusting up against his. Her pussy throbbed with the need to experience both him and his demon. She felt Spike pulling at her jeans as part of her struggled with wanting him and another part telling her it was crazy and taboo. She wiggled from underneath his weight and descended down the ladder, knowing she would have no place to run.

Spike was only seconds behind her before he grabbed her from behind with his hand wrapped around her throat while his other hand rubbed against the blood soaked pad, roughly enough that she felt it rubbing against her sex. He removed his hand from her throat and pulled her shirt to the floor. He ripped her bra from the back, leaving red marks from the force of the pull. He ran his fingers along the length of her back feeling her toned Slayer muscles flex under his touch. She didn’t resist him so to be sure she wouldn't get away; he encircled his arms around her waist and knelt to the floor. He kissed every inch of exposed skin as he pulled her jeans down to her ankles. He noticed her panties were not her usual skimpy thongs but he didn't care. He didn't want to fuck her panties. His demon emerged when the scent of her arousal mixed with her menstrual blood smothered his senses causing him to grip her tighter around her waist while his cock to grew harder. Spike rose to his feet and turned her roughly to face him. He took his finger and dipped it into her opening and tasted his sweet nectar. He backed her into the bed and watched her fall at the command his eyes gave her. She was hot, sweaty and scared and it reminded him of the women he preyed on back in his unchipped days that fueled his demon to rage free and wild.


"I'm not going to be nice and I'm not going to be gentle." He whispered as he licked the side of her face.


Spike's tone was rough with arousal and sounded a bit dangerous. She didn't think she could get any wetter. His words were like an aphrodisiac and she responded to him.

"Do it, take me, fuck me, eat me and don't be gentle".

Buffy let her tongue trace the outline of his true face. She explored every crevice, every bump, and every ridge with the tip before she pulled him into a demanding kiss, snaking her tongue around his. She ignored the pain of his sharp fangs when they punctured her tongue, spilling her blood into his mouth. It was one of the most erotic kisses they have ever shared.


Breaking the kiss to her obvious disappointment, Spike used his teeth to rip her panties to shreds. He licked the blood from her pad and sucked the tampon dry before discarding them over his shoulder.

"You're not getting away from me now, Slayer. You're mine." Spike whispered against the blood glistening curls of her pussy before diving right in, feeding on her life's blood.

Buffy cried out in ecstasy as Spike sucked, licked and bit at her pussy like he was going mad. She moaned and screamed until her throat was raw and she could no longer speak. She threw her head back and let Spike take her to another place while he feasted on her blood and juices. She could feel his tongue reaching deep inside her, trying to take all her body was offering. Her hips met his mouth allowing him to go deeper until it felt like his entire head was inside her. She was consumed with pleasure and came with the force of ten women, screaming in to the night.

"Spike! Oh God! Stop!, its too intense!, its too intense!, I can't hold on! I can-" Buffy could barely get the words out as orgasm after orgasm seduced her into a bliss-induced coma. She floated above the bed and watched Spike devour her.

He orgasm flowed into his mouth along with the textures of her insides and her clots as they burst into his mouth like cherry tomatoes. Spike watched Buffy shaking from between her legs with his face covered in her sweet tangy blood mingled with her essence. He rubbed his face across her stomach and along the inside of her thighs before he used his tongue to lick her clean.

Noting giving her any time to recover, Spike moved up her body and kissed her bruised lips, allowing he to experience the taste of her own blood as their tongues wrapped together. The kiss was greedy and wet and he wanted it to go on for hours but his hard on raged beneath him and he needed to satisfy the man.

"Grab the headboard, luv" Spike whispered while still kissing Buffy's mouth. He manhandled her into position then thrusted into her so deep, her entire body moved forward. Both of their heads fell backwards in simultaneous moans.

Spike took Buffy hard and fast and she met his demand thrust for thrust. Her nails left streaks of blood down his back and permanent indentions from the heels of her feet. He felt her warmth spread throughout his body causing her to feel human for a little while.


Buffy was exhausted from the numerous orgasms that left her not ever wanting another man but him. Her menstrual flow stopped for what seemed like hours ago. Spike had fucked her into submission and she became a willing slave to his demon. Therefore when his fangs pierced the flesh of her neck she didn't protest as her orgasm hit with sudden fury, jerking them both off the bed while her Slayer muscles gripped him like a clam shell, filling her with pearly white come.




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