It shouldn’t really have ever happened. It was an anomaly. A Slayer and a vampire falling in love?
Impossible!
However, the irresponsible actions of a budding witch made such an event come to pass.
Willow Rosenberg had never learned to respect magic. She saw the world as something to bend to her wills and whims, and the people in it as her playthings. It didn’t seem like manipulation to her at all. It just seemed sensible. After all, she was a witch with untamed power to wield. Of course, as easy as it is to condemn her actions, in some ways it was understandable…she was in pain. And a human heart in pain is liable to act out in the most stupid of ways.
But blinding Giles surely wasn’t on the agenda when she decided to foolishly cast her ‘Will be done’ spell. Unfortunately, that was just one of the multitude of side effects that her indulgences in the dark arts created. It’s fair to say that little indiscretion paled in comparison with causing two mortal enemies to want to marry each other.
Buffy and Spike had shared a mutual hatred ever since he barreled into town with a yen to make her his third dead Slayer. It was a comfortable kind of hatred for both of them. They knew just where they were at with each other. Mutual loathing is often a lot less complex than mutual love or even attraction. They could never have known what was cooking in the brain of a heartbroken red headed little witch.
That was the night that everything changed. Their contempt for one another evaporated into the ether. Suddenly the blond haired, leather clad vampire was down on knee asking her to be his bride and she was accepting with the boundless delight of a woman in love. Blue eyes radiated blissful joy when the sweet melody of her acceptance reached his ears. He slipped one of his tacky skull rings over her finger and she made a pledge to become his.
Neither Buffy nor Spike had ever been as happy as they were at that moment. Sure, in the past they hadn’t exactly gotten along, but all that was consigned to the past. Sometimes when love hits you, you just know it’s the real thing. They couldn’t wait to become husband and wife.
There was so much planning to be done!
However, before they could truly contemplate their happy nuptials, they knew they had to figure out poor Giles’ blindness problem.
Spike was the one who realized that it had to be some kind of spell, even though he didn’t have any inkling that Willow was the culprit. No one suspected her. Buffy admired him for his deductive skills in figuring out that someone had put a spell on Giles though. She almost swooned at the thought that her husband was just as smart as he was dashing. It was no mean feat to make a non-swoony Slayer feel all swoony. She couldn’t believe she was going to be so lucky as to make this man hers forever and ever.
“If we’re going to make the Watcher see again, what we need is a general reversal spell,” the vampire declared to his bride-to-be and her Watcher, flashing the girl a little wink that made her heart race.
“Okay, good. We have some kind of plan then. I guess we need supplies?” Buffy asked. She tried to dampen down her attraction for the moment but the twitching of Spike’s nose told her that he could smell her simmering arousal.
“Yeah, we’ll need a few things for the spell and then hey presto, the old boy’s mended,” Spike grinned.
“You’re going to help me?” Giles asked suspiciously, disbelief coloring his tone. Normally the Watcher didn’t trust his fellow Brit as far as he could throw him. However, judging by Spike’s marriage proposal to his charge earlier that evening, things were not exactly normal right now.
Spike stood at the bookcase, perusing the old volumes on the shelf for the spell that they needed. Although he’d never gotten along with the man before, he was actually happy to help Giles. After all, the man was practically his father-in-law now.
“Yeah, course I’m gonna help you, mate,” Spike agreed, ignoring the other man’s quiet disbelieving scoff.
Buffy walked over to Spike and put a hand on his arm, before turning to Giles.
“Spike is like family now, Giles. I wish you would try to get along with him,” Buffy said to the man she considered her surrogate father.
Giles didn’t react. He would try to deal with this situation once he was in possession of all of his senses again. He was convinced that his Slayer had most certainly lost all of hers.
Finally finding the spell he required, Spike punched the air. “Aha! Got it!” The vampire quickly scanned the ingredients. “We need some hemlock, duck feathers, taggis root and leaf of Phlegethon. This spell’s a piece of piss, pet. Won’t have any trouble with doing it.”
“Well, Buffy, perhaps you would be so kind as to go and purchase the supplies now,” Giles said hopefully.
“Okay,” Buffy agreed. “I guess Spike can stay with you.”
Spike couldn’t say he liked that idea all that much. He was embracing the idea of Giles as family but being stuck with the old man while Buffy was gone didn’t sound like the most appealing way to spend the evening. Especially as it was their first evening as man and wife to be. He would much rather be spending his time with his new fiancée.
“Why don’t you toddle off to bed for a lie down, Dad, and me and the Slayer will go out and get the supplies to work this spell,” he suggested, his eyes flicking from Giles to Buffy. The latter was smiling dreamily at him and he returned her dazzling smile with one of his own.
God, he loved this girl.
“Please don’t call me ‘Dad’, Spike,” Giles requested dryly.
“That’s a great idea, Spike!” Buffy gushed, ignoring Giles grumpy comment of dissent and crossing the few feet between them to wrap her arms around her fiancé. She nuzzled his neck, breathing in his earthy scent as she did so.
God, she loved this man.
Spike pulled her closer to him, leaning down to caress her lips gently with his own. His tongue tangled with hers as the kiss deepened, but they were interrupted by a cough before their hands could wander.
“Stop that right now! I can hear the smacking!” Giles said, annoyed at their behavior and in dire need of a drink.
The pair reluctantly pulled away from each other and Spike flashed his bride-to-be a smoldering look that promised there would be much more to come. She responded with a coy grin that told him she was just as excited as he was to be alone together.
Even when she inexplicably hated him, Buffy recalled that she had always noticed how attractive Spike was…in a ‘stuck in the 80’s’ kind of way. Even during those dark days when they were enemies she couldn’t deny he was one sexy vamp. But now her desire reached far beyond anything she’d ever imagined. Her nipples hardened like two tiny bullets and her panties grew moist and creamy just thinking about him.
And he was all hers.
As soon as they had gotten Giles settled in his bed with a full bottle of whiskey and a glass by his side, the pair headed out into the warm night.
It was hard to make any progress toward the magic store when they stopped to kiss and grope each other every few moments. They ignored the looks from the few people who were out walking the streets. As if their opinions counted anyway! Anyone that was dumb enough to walk around Sunnydale at night couldn’t have much of a brain.
“Stop it, honey,” she warned him as his hand slipped under her top. The Slayer loved her vampire but she wasn’t sure that she was kinky enough to straddle him on the sidewalk. Which is what she might end up doing if he didn’t quit it. Buffy tried to ignore the delicious stir that his fingers caused under her bra. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass.
“Can’t stop,” Spike whispered pulling her closer to him and flicking open her bra strap.
“Spike!” she hissed reproachfully, slapping his hand away.
Two older ladies passed them at that moment, flashing the young lovers reprimanding looks.
“Well, I never,” one of the older women commented loudly. “This town is going to hell in a hand basket!”
Buffy stifled a laugh. That woman didn’t know how close to the truth she was.
“You would never have seen girls behaving like that when we were young,” the other woman replied. “Such harlots these days!”
Buffy’s face fell at her words and Spike felt anger ignite in his chest. He wasn’t exactly known for his calm and restraint and if he could have he would have torn out their viscera and made them wear them as a scarf. Unfortunately, he had to merely settle for using words as his weapons.
“Yeah, wanna watch you don’t get eaten, you dried up, dozy old bints. Though I wager it’s been a while since any man’s wanted to eat you’s,” Spike yelled after them, earning an elbow in his ribs from Buffy.
“Spike!”
“Oof!” Her sharp little elbow jabbed him again and he turned his eyes to her incredulously. After defending her honor he’d expected a movie style kiss, not bruised ribs and a half punctured lung. “What’s the matter now?”
“You can’t talk to people like that,” she glared at him, wincing at the glares the women shot at them as they retreated, before adding under her breath, “Even when they are heinous bitches.”
“Well they should mind their own bloody business.” He kissed her softly. “No mad old chits’ll get away with insulting my baby girl.”
“You’re so good to me,” Buffy smiled, immediately softening as his hands crept back under her top. “Oh, I wish we didn’t have to wait until the wedding. I want you so much right now and the wedding’s months away.” She pouted at the thought of having to hold out for such a long time.
“Why do we have to wait?” the vampire inquired, a little hope trickling through his voice. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be buried deep inside her right now.
“Because, it’s supposed to be special,” Buffy pouted in a way that did nothing to suppress his libido.
“Love,” he said turning to gaze at her, “it will be special no matter when we do it. Waiting for some bloody meaningless ceremony before we shag won’t make a difference.”
Buffy’s face darkened as she listened to his words.
“You think our wedding is gonna be meaningless?” she asked hotly through clenched teeth.
Spike felt a block of ice settle in the pit of his stomach. The vampire had big feet and he knew he spent a lot of time with both of them stuffed in his mouth, but he felt like he’d really gone and done it now.
“I didn’t bloody well mean it that way!”
“Then how did you mean it?” Her face was a mask of anger and hurt and a frisson of guilt seared through him.
“I just meant…look, pet…we don’t need a ceremony to tell us what our love means. Our wedding will be the best day of my whole life. And that’s a bloody long life, you know? But with or without it, the way I feel about you transcends words and ceremonies and everything else. So don’t you ever think that I don’t want to marry you! But I already love you so much that with or without a piece of paper to tell us that we’re wed, making love to you will be more special than anything.”
He waited with bated breath for a moment, watching a plethora of emotions play out over her face. Awe, surprise, disbelief and love all battled for dominance until love finally won out.
“Oh, Spike!” she gushed, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet his lips with her own. “You’re right. And God help me, I need you now. I need you inside of me.”
He felt all the blood rush to his nether regions at her words, and his face brightened.
“Can we go to your dorm room, love?” he inquired hopefully.
“No,” she shook her head, “Willow’s there. Somehow I don’t think she’ll be cool with us making with the happies while she’s moaning and crying about Oz. And totally not the good kind of moaning either. Pity parties and hot, sweaty sex are just…un-meshy things.”
Dampening down his excitement at the idea of sweaty shagging with his beautiful slayer Spike let out a deep sigh.
“Oh.” He hung his head, a little disheartened. “Guess we’re done for then.”
“Yeah…I guess…Oh!” Buffy brightened and flashed him a dazzling grin. “My Mom’s in Chicago with Aunt Arlene! We can go there. The house is empty.”
“Mmm…empty huh?” His head tilted as his tongue wiggled behind his teeth.
And there was the swoonage again.
“Yup!”
“So we can be as loud as we want?”
“Sure. We can make with the…”
“The loud sweaty sex?”
Buffy blushed adorably and Spike kissed the top of her head, breathing in her sweet scent.
“Let’s scarper to your gaff then,” Spike urged.
“Let’s huh now with the what?” Buffy wrinkled her nose at his words.
“Scarper,” he chuckled. “Scapa flow…go. And your gaff is where you’re about to get shagged bloody silly.”
“Okay, you lost me about ten blocks back. Be kind rewind, honey.”
“It’s Cockney slang love.” At her blank look he heaved a sigh. “Never mind, pet. It’s good ol’ proper English instead of the massacred stuff you speak so I wouldn’t expect you to understand it.”
“Hey!”
Spike ignored her shriek of mock outrage and grinned. “Let’s go to your Mum’s place.”
“Okay, baby. Oh…wait! We have to get the supplies for the spell first,” Buffy said apologetically.
“But I want you now!” Spike pouted, his tone reminiscent of an impatient child. He looked so cute when he did that. His lower lip was so bitable!
"And I want you too, but we need to get the supplies for Giles first and then we'll have all night together. All night to…make as much noise as we want to while we make sweet love to each other."
It was the promise of making her scream as loudly as he desired that crumbled him. With a nod, he acquiesced and followed behind her. He knew at that moment that he would always follow her anywhere.
As it turned out, the trip to the magic store was a wasted one, seeing as how they were all out of taggis root and the spell was useless without that key ingredient.
"I guess it's gonna have to wait until tomorrow," Buffy said sadly as she and Spike exited the store, feeling a little guilty that they wouldn’t be able to perform the spell on Giles that evening.
"Your Watcher'll be okay, sweetheart," he reassured her, pulling her to him and kissing her. "The bloke in the shop said they'll be getting more in tomorrow."
She nodded in agreement. Spike could make everything better with just a word. Already he was becoming like a rock to her. She didn’t doubt that he would be there to catch her if she were to trip or fall.
She wondered what she’d done to deserve such an amazing man in her life.
Suddenly something caught the Slayer's eye and she grabbed a hold of Spike's hand, pulling him along the street.
They stood in front of a store window that was filled with the most beautiful and extravagant wedding gowns that the Slayer had ever seen. In that moment all her childhood dreams of being a bride came rushing back. She could picture herself swathed in layers of silk and chiffon as she glided down the aisle to meet her true love at the altar.
"Look at these dresses, Spike!" she exclaimed, her eyes growing wide as saucers as she drank in the sight of all dresses that were on display. They were so magical! "Aren't these just perfect?"
"Yeah," he agreed with a nod. "Pretty bits of frills. Would prefer you to walk naked down the aisle though. Now that'd be a treat!" His eyes glazed over as the image formed in his brain.
"We are so not having a naked wedding, Spike!"
“Why not?” Oh! There was that pout again. She sucked that naughty lower lip into her mouth and kissed him deeply.
When she finally pulled back from their embrace, she sighed contentedly. “Because a naked wedding is icky, honey. And I don’t think our guests would appreciate it.”
“I guess that’s a fair point,” Spike conceded when the image of a naked Xander acting as an usher and naked Giles walking Buffy down the aisle invaded his consciousness. A shiver of disgust coursed through him. “Not sure I fancy seeing any of those gits in the buff. Only like seeing my Buffy in the buff.”
Their lips locked once again, his tongue dueling with her own. Her arms wound their way around his neck while her fingers played with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. His hand was splayed over the small of her back, creeping down toward the plump swell of her ass when they encountered an interruption that made Spike’s dead blood boil.
"Buffy?" a disbelieving voice said, rudely infringing on their romantic moment.
The lovers turned at the sound of the intrusive voice and Spike glowered at the overfed scarecrow that was looming over them.
"Riley!" Buffy exclaimed, blushing slightly at the fact that she’d gotten caught practically humping someone on Main Street.
The vampire’s eyes flitted from Buffy to the oaf and back again, and he could see the recollection in both of their eyes. So she knew this chump who’d rudely interrupted them? Spike almost laughed out loud. It was obvious from the way he was looking at her that this idiot had designs on his girl, but the guy would never get a look-in. However, Spike still wanted to make it clear just whose girl Buffy was. He fixed his most badass expression on his face and glared at the taller man.
"What are you doing here...and who's this?" Riley asked, his eyes flickering distastefully over the bleached punk next to this sweet girl.
"Oh, this is Spike...my fiancé!" Buffy glowed with the typical euphoria of a newly betrothed bride, her hand outstretched as she proudly displayed Spike’s ring on her finger.
"Fiancé?" Riley looked bewildered. "I thought you were single."
"No, don’t be silly. I'm in love! We're getting married."
"Married?" Riley's tone was flat and disbelieving, his eyes darting from one blond to the other.
"Yeah, married," Spike repeated with more than a hint of amusement coloring his voice. "So if you don't mind..." He flicked two fingers at the larger man in a gesture that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but ‘bloody well fuck off right now.’
“When did this happen?” Riley asked, swallowing audibly and licking his lips.
“Oh, around an hour ago,” Buffy grinned.
“An hour ago…” Riley repeated dumbly.
“Yeah…got some kind of comprehension problem when it comes to understanding simple bloody English, Cornbread?” Spike smirked nastily.
Riley squinted at him, sizing up his competition. He already knew that he didn’t like this man. He was vulgar and rude and clearly not good enough for Buffy.
"Hey, you look a little familiar!" Riley said, recalling seeing this man before even though he couldn't place him.
"Probably got one of those faces, mate."
"I don't think so. Most people that look like you got left behind in the 80's," Riley responded smugly.
Spike glared at the other man and lit a cigarette, casual and deliberate, blowing the smoke into Riley's face.
"Shouldn't think we move in the same circles, Whitebread," Spike replied. "Given that you look about as much fun as being stone cold sober at a teenybopper concert."
“As opposed to looking like I just escaped from a biker gang?” the taller man bit back haughtily, his pride wounded.
“Now, now, little boy. I don’t think you’re ready to play with the big boys so you better hold that tongue unless you’re ready to lose it.”
The two men were at a stand-off, both glaring at each other with equal amounts of contempt. The Slayer totally wasn’t in the mood for this. All she wanted to do was get back to Revello Drive and have Spike make sweet love to her all night long. But their stupid male posturing was ruining everything!
"Are we done with the pissing contest now?" Buffy asked with a sigh, annoyed at the amount of testosterone in the air.
Spike relaxed at the sound of her voice, and proudly put his arm around her waist.
"Yeah, we're done. Anyway, we gotta go, lamb," Spike told Buffy, pinching her ass playfully and laughing when she slapped his chest with a giggle. "Got places to be...things to do." The tone of his voice left no doubt as to what they were going to go do.
“You’re going off with him?” Riley asked in shock, dejection lacing his voice.
She nodded and her face grew serious as she turned to Riley.
"You're a sweet guy, Riley, and I like you…I do. But I'm in love with Spike. He completes me," Buffy told him as gently as possible, nervously licking her lips.
She did feel a little guilty when Riley looked so devastated. It hadn’t been her intention to hurt his feelings, but how could Riley Finn ever hope to compete with someone as wonderful as Spike?
"Yeah, why don't you just toddle off, Cornbrain?" Spike suggested with a sneer. "Me and the lady here have plans...and they don't include you."
RIley glanced at Buffy but the Slayer was giggling as Spike's hands wandered all over her body. Riley grimaced at the image, wishing he could erase it from his brain.
"Listen, I'm just going to go," he announced, painfully aware that neither of them really cared where he went. "I'm going to go away and be...away."
He retreated into the night leaving the lustful lovers alone.
“How’d you know Lackbrain?” Spike asked, sucking on the pulse point on the side of her neck, which wasn’t really conducive to coherent Buffy thoughts.
“Lack…who? Oh. You mean Riley?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s…ah!” A hand slipped over her ultra-sensitive nipple. “I dropped a book on his head and we had a picnic.”
“Right,” Spike said skeptically as the seemingly unrelated facts. “Well the boy fancies the soddin’ knickers off you.”
“He’s sweet, in a Teutonic kinda way, but I’m yours,” she assured him, sensing his latent insecurities.
Spike often came across all bluster and attitude but she knew that beneath it all there was a soft center. Although the part of his anatomy that she could feel pressing against her hip right now was definitely not soft.
“Let’s forget about Riley,” she suggested, arching a brow.
"Yeah, let’s do that,” he agreed. “So...time to take you to bed, love?" Spike asked, nibbling on her ear lobe.
"Mmm...abso-fucking-lutely!"
The walk to Revello Drive was pure torture. They both wanted to tear each other’s clothes off. The anticipation was almost too much for both the superbeings. All this waiting had only served to heighten their dire need for each other and they felt as if they would explode if they weren’t joined soon.
When they finally reached the house, Spike barely waited until they were through the door before he pushed her against a wall and hefted her into his arms. He smelled so good! His scent was a mixture of leather, cigarettes, alcohol and some kind of unidentifiable earthiness. Their lips sealed together once again and their kiss grew increasingly deeper and more passionate. Without hesitation she wrapped her legs firmly around his waist trying to pull him impossibly closer to her.
“Need you now!” she panted, a slight tremble coursing through her as the passion threatened to overwhelm the both of them.
“You’ve got me!” he replied, equally breathless in spite of the fact that he didn’t need to breathe. “God, love, I want to make this so good for you. I want to make your juices gush until you’re nothing but a writhing trembling little mess.”
Spurred on even more by his words she yanked his T-shirt over his head, reveling in the feel of his rigid muscles encased in a layer of pale soft skin. His pectorals danced under the delicate touch of her fingers, and when she gently scratched his nipples with her fingernails, his head tipped backward and a roar escaped his cherry colored lips. He needed her more desperately than he’d ever needed anything before.
“Fuck, need you, love. Gotta be in you or I might just bloody well dust right here.”
“Please! Please Spike. I need you too!”
Spike relieved her of her pants, moaning in loss as she had to take her legs from around him to shake them off. But moments later, she gripped him between her toned thighs again and ground her wet center into his crotch. Only two layers of material separated them, but it was two too many.
His hand found her panties and rubbed her womanhood through the outside of the material before creeping under the hem. At the first touch of his hands to her overheated flesh, Buffy thought she had died and gone to heaven. His cool fingers were indescribable against her heated skin and she moaned out her pleasure, throwing her head back so violently she almost put a dent in the wall.
“Like that do you?” he smirked cockily. “We’re only getting started, Kitten. This is just the tip of the iceberg. That sweet quim of yours has never felt anything like what I’m about to show it, sweetheart.”
His fingers wiggled inside her hole and his thumb found her clit as he moved it in a circular motion, feeling her juices spill onto his already moist hand. Curling his fingers upward, he began to stroke against the spongy wall of her insides, stimulating a spot that had never been touched before. The double stimulation coupled with the feel of his mouth on her neck sent her over the edge for the first time and she moaned out her pleasure without restraint.
“Ah! Oh God! Oh my God, Spike!” she cried out, her jaw clenching as her body rode the waves of pleasure that were rolling through her.
“Can’t wait anymore,” he told her, panting for unneeded breath. “Gotta be inside you, baby.”
She nodded her assent, and reached down to open his zipper. Buffy blinked in surprise as his large cock bobbed upward against his firm stomach. Considering the fact that he wasn’t the biggest vampire in height or stature, his cock was incredibly impressive. Not only was it long, it was also very thick and boasted a slight bend in the end. Buffy wasn’t an expert on the anatomy of the human…or demon…penis, but she could already tell that it would feel heavenly inside of her.
She took a deep breath when she felt him align himself with her entrance. All of a sudden he ripped away her panties, which had been pushed to the side, stuffing them into the pocket of his duster. Then he was driving into her and the whole world fell away. His lips were at her ear whispering all kinds of naughties and his dick was impossibly deep inside her cunt.
“Yeah, fuck! Take it Slayer,” he mumbled. “I know you love your Spike’s cock in that sweet little cunny. Such a good little Slayer ain’t you? Opening up for ole Spike here to let him shag those pretty little brains out.”
Never in her life had Buffy felt such pleasure before. It was like the pinnacle of the wildest, most forbidden fantasies a girl could dream of. She wished she could talk as eloquently as Spike, telling him just how good he felt buried within her. But she was still a little shy with expressing her sexuality in some ways and she was also pretty sure that she couldn’t form coherent words now even if she tried.
Neither of them lasted long. The pleasure was too intense and they had been waiting for this moment for too long to allow them do draw it out. The fuck was fast and frantic and their shuddering climaxes sent them sprawling to the ground as Spike’s legs turned to jell-o under the weight of his pleasure. The pair lay gasping in the dim light of the house, neither wanting to move or able to utter a word. Buffy vaguely wondered if this was the first time she had ever been able to render Spike speechless.
When they finally regained use of their senses, Spike smiled at his lover with a true genuine smile. It struck her that she had rarely, if ever, seen him smile so sweetly before.
She was drawn to kiss him, climbing on top of him as the kiss grew hotter. His dick was cradled against her velvety lips and she humped herself against him, needing him to fuck her again.
“Again?” he asked, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow in a manner that made her pussy juices gush. He’d never suspected she could be such a wanton little kitten.
“Again,” Buffy agreed.
After two more times on the floor of the entrance hall, somehow they finally made it upstairs to her bedroom. They made love for the next few hours, sometimes softly and slowly, other times fast and furiously. Sometimes Spike would take control, pumping into her wet channel as he sucked on her firm breasts. Other times she would ride him like a pony, twisting his nipples between nimble fingers. She loved the way he cried out her name in tortured passion. They were almost one being, their bodies and hearts entwined in each other so they didn’t know where one ended and the other one began anymore.
Breathing hard after one particularly intense orgasm, Buffy finally relaxed against Spike’s chest. He absently ran nimble fingers down her arm, leaving goose-bumps in their wake.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” he murmured so quietly she almost missed his comment.
“Really?” she asked bashfully.
“Yeah, not even with Dru.”
“God, Spike,” she exclaimed sitting up and leaving the comfort of his embrace, “I wish you wouldn’t mention her name.”
“Buffy…”
“I mean…I know you’re probably gonna compare the both of us, which is kinda wiggy anyway, ‘cause being compared to nutball vampires…not so much of the good. But…I just want to be the best for you, and hearing you talk about her…well I hate it.”
“Buffy!” Spike interrupted her rambling tirade. He waited for her to look at him and when she finally did, he tried to convey his emotions through his open face. “She can’t even compare to you. I loved her once, but that’s in the past. You think that it doesn’t hurt to know you’re probably still hung up on your overly hair gelled ex-honey pot?”
“My…? You mean Angel?” Buffy frowned.
“Yeah, I mean him. The buggering thorn in my unlife,” Spike spit venomously.
“He was my…honey pot.” She smiled ironically at her words. “But that was a long time ago.”
“Not so long, pet. I still remember the pair of you making googly eyes at each other. Sickening, it was.”
“I can’t change the way I felt. Just like you can’t I guess,” she said with sudden realization. “But Angel is in my past, just like Dru’s in yours. It’s just you and me and forever now.”
“Forever?”
“Well, as long a forever as a Slayer can have.”
He lunged forward and grasped her tightly to him. “Not gonna let anything happen to you.”
“You can’t protect me, Spike,” she told him sadly. “I’m the Slayer. Dying for my calling is what I was born to do. You should know that better than most people.” Her last words were tinged with a little bitterness and he flinched at them.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try and protect you. You can do all you want with the girl power bit, love. But I won’t budge from your side until the day I’m dust.”
Buffy smiled at his and snuggled into his chest, placing a kiss over where his dead heart lay. This vampire…this man…had no heartbeat. Technically he was cold and dead. And yet he was so vibrant and alive, more than most humans she knew. She wished she’d noticed it before. All those times they wasted fighting, they could have spent making love.
She rubbed up against him, wanting and needing him again to reaffirm their love and connection to each other. Against her leg she felt his cock resuming its hardness again and deftly moved her hand down to encircle him. He gasped at the feeling of his throbbing cool member in her hot little hand.
“I love how you feel,” she told him shyly, enjoying the twinkle in his eyes that was sparked by her words.
Buffy wriggled down the bed and got closer to his dick. This was the first real chance she’d gotten to take a good look at his penis. It was big…over seven inches, and thick. She shuddered as she recalled the way it felt inside her body…as if he was made for her.
It looked so…suckable.
Not taking the time to hesitate she licked the head, but almost jumped off the bed at his drawn out moan.
“Was that…bad?”
“Fuck no! That was…I’d love you to suck me, Buffy. The feeling of your tongue on my cock almost drove me over the bloody edge.”
“I don’t know…” she said, letting go of his penis and moving away a little.
“You don’t want to suck me?” he asked, a little bit hurt at her rejection.
“It’s not…It’s just I never…I mean this is the first time…”
“You’ve never sucked off a bloke before?” he asked with sudden understanding.
“Yeah,” she nodded, embarrassed.
“Well, I’m honored to be your first.”
He took ran a hand through her tangled hair and guided her face back to his dick. She gave his thick cock a long lick from base to tip. It felt like velvet covered steel in her mouth. She moaned around it sending delicious vibrations ricocheting through the engorged organ. Although the feeling of a hard penis in her mouth was a new sensation for her, she immediately fell in love with the feeling of power that holding his dick in her hands created.
“Oh, yeah! Just like that!” Spike groaned, clawing at the sheets beneath his tense form. His eyes rolled back in his head as her tongue bathed his cock with its silky, heated wetness.
Feeling emboldened, she wrapped her lips around the purplish head and took it into her mouth. She once read that you should suck a dick like you would suck a Popsicle. And so she did. She ran her mouth up and down his veiny dick, pausing at the top to swirl her tongue around the bell of his head, dipping into the slit with the very tip of her tongue. Her hands reached down to cup his large balls in her hand and she rolled and squeezed them gently. Pre-come was already oozing from the top of his cock and she licked off a little bead of it, savoring the taste in her mouth. It tasted like Spike.
“Put a finger inside me, Buffy,” Spike pleaded with wide eyes.
“Inside…you?” Buffy looked confused, her lower lip all pouty as she wondered what he meant.
“In my arse, love.”
“That…feels good?”
Buffy wasn’t stupid. She knew that some people did that kind of thing. But she’d never imagined Spike would be into it. Although he was a vampire and she knew that they could be in to some pretty weird and kinky kinds of things.
“Yeah…please…” he breathed erratically. “Wet your finger, pet, and put it inside.”
Buffy was hesitant but she trusted Spike. The blonde wetted her finger in her mouth and cautiously brought it down to his ass crack, running it up and down his butt. He thrust forward in encouragement and she worked her index finger past his puckered entrance stopping just inside the opening. She’d only pushed her finger inside up to her first knuckle but Spike was already panting at the sensation.
Spurred on by his hearty whimper of pleasure, she sank her finger farther into him, working it inside of him. Soon she joined the finger with a second and then a third, stretching and filling him. Her mouth clamped back over his cock, while she used her other hand to massage his balls. The platinum haired vampire couldn’t help but marvel at what a natural she seemed to be at this.
It was her art.
After only a few minutes, Spike was reduced to a jabbering mess, so badly in need of release that he was almost crying. But Spike was a ‘take the initiative’ kind of vamp, and he couldn’t wait any longer. She had him at her mercy, but her tantalizingly slow movements were too much for him.
He grasped a hold of her hair and started to pump himself more quickly into her mouth. To her credit, the Slayer didn’t shy away from his rougher movements. She took it in her stride, enjoying the feeling of him fucking her face.
“Gonna…bloody…come!” he yelled, his game face bursting forth as the gratification overcame him.
Pushing his dick all the way into her hot wet cavern he felt his balls tighten in her hand. He roared out his pleasure as it scorched his body from the inside out. A cornucopia of colors exploded behind his eyes and the world faded away. His semen flooded her mouth and she swallowed down what she could of his load but a smidgen trickled out past her lips and down her chin. Seeing the spillage, Spike bent down and licked his own spendings off her face, savoring the taste of himself.
“Was that…okay?” she asked apprehensively, pulling her fingers from his ass.
“Bloody hell!” Spike took her face sweetly in his hands. “Can’t you see that was better than okay. You’re like sunshine in an old vamp’s life, pet.”
“I burn you up into dust?”
“Only figuratively speaking,” he chuckled, still buzzing from his huge orgasm.
They shared a smile and she relaxed into his open arms laying her head back against his well muscled chest. It wasn’t long before his cock began to harden against her butt and she shot him a bewildered look.
“You’re hard again?” she giggled.
“Always hard around you, Princess. Want more?”
“I don’t think I can move ever again.”
“Let’s test that theory.” He nuzzled her neck, biting down on her shoulder with blunt teeth. She knew she should have felt a little scared about having a vampire’s teeth on her but it actually just made her hotter. “Want to test it?”
“Test it how?”
“Get on your knees,” he demanded in a croaky voice.
Despite her exhaustion, she complied, excited by his dominance. If he’d tried telling her what to do at any other time then it would have likely earned him a bloody nose. But when he told her what to do in bed it apparently drove her crazy…in the best kind way.
He kneeled in back of her, as she crawled onto all fours. His chest was flush against her moist back. Her tiny moans as his cock slapped against her ass seared through him, elevating his passions to an even higher level.
“Put it inside me, please,” Buffy moaned, her voice husky and spent. She tried to reach back to grab his dick, but he stilled her hand.
“Put what inside you? My cock? Tell me love, tell me where you want it. Do you want to feel it feel your lovely, sweet quim? Or would you prefer it in your luscious arse? Mmm. I’d love to fuck you there.” He brushed a single fingertip over her puckered rosebud.
“Inside my…pussy,” she moaned.
“As my lady wishes.”
He lined up the belled head of his dick against her hole and slowly pushed inside. Spike almost choked at how good it felt to be inside her cunny from this position. She was so tight that it felt as if she was strangling his penis. And wasn’t that just the sweetest kind of pain!
He leaned forward a little to lick the top of her spine and she trembled under him.
“Want me to move? Hmm? Want me to pound you?” he asked rhetorically, already starting to thrust in and out of her.
Buffy didn’t reply, but simply moaned in encouragement. As he got into the rhythm, Spike’s hands became bolder, massaging her tits and wriggling around to her pussy to play with her clit. He drew his left hand back and brought it town with a thwack on her left ass cheek, delighting in the groan that it cajoled from her throat.
Again and again he spanked her ass with fervor as he fucked her. It seemed he wasn’t the only one who liked a hint of pain mixed in with his pleasure. He should have guessed the Slayer would have a few naughty kinks.
She pushed back harder against him and he could feel that she was getting close to heaven. He wanted to take her there. With one final hearty twist of her little nub he sent her body into a senseless frenzy. She felt her passion spiral out of control, as if she was looking through a kaleidoscope that wouldn’t quit spinning.
Buffy’s orgasm triggered one of his own as her muscles clamped down and the peroxide blond vampire shot his cold seed into her uterus. For a moment they remained frozen in place until their muscles suddenly gave out.
They both fell back to the bed, spent and exhausted but still as horny as hell. Spike wasn’t sure that he could ever get enough of this wonderful girl and Buffy was convinced that no matter how much her man fucked her she would always want more.
As they lay together, their harsh breaths sounding loudly in the quiet of the dimly lit room, Spike rolled on to his side and turned to face his fiancée. He had never felt as elated in his entire unlife as he did at that moment. She was like a wild goddess with his sticky spendings dripping down her thighs.
He leaned back on one elbow and sparked up a cigarette that Buffy hadn’t even seen him get.
“Hey! You can’t smoke that in here. It’s bad for you!” Buffy exclaimed.
“Not bad for me, love. Cigarettes can’t hurt me,” he smiled blowing a smoke circle through his ultra kissable lips .
“Not you maybe, but they can kill me. Hello? Mortal here! Of course I’m gonna get a little wigged about….oh…” A cool hand wormed its way between her thighs and suddenly she wasn’t sure why she’d even been getting mad at all. Oh right…horrible death by smoking… “Don’t try to distract me Mister. You still can’t do that in here!”
Spike sighed and stood up, grinning at Buffy’s moan of complaint when he removed his fingers from her folds. He ambled over to the window and tossed the cigarette through the opening, trying to ignore the disapproving look that Buffy threw at him.
“What now?” he asked when he could no longer ignore her glower.
“What if someone had been walking underneath the window and your dumb cigarette set them on fire? Horrible flamey death much?”
She crossed her arms and tried to look menacing. But Spike just couldn’t be intimidated by naked-Buffy. She just looked too delicious and instead of being scared, he felt hungry to ravage her again.
He approached her slowly like the big bad wolf that he truly was.
“Come to Daddy,” he sing-songed with a macabre smile plastered on his face.
“What? No! We were fighting, Spike!”
“No, you were fighting but that just wastes valuable shagging time.”
“I don’t…shag pigs!”
“No, you want to shag the big bad wolf, don’t you Little Red Riding Hood?”
Spike was so near to her now that she could almost taste him. No longer able to maintain the pretense of anger she smiled wryly. And Spike leaped on that opportunity.
“Argh!” she shrieked as he pounced on her, opening her warm body to his cool one.
“I’m gonna take you now, Little Red. I’m going to huff and puff and shag your senses out!”
“I think you have the wrong story,” she giggled wriggling beneath him.
“Maybe I do have the wrong story. But I have the right woman. And now it’s time for me to ravage her.”
His body pinned her even more tightly to the bed…and ravage her again he did.
Again and again and again.
squawks
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!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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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
I donate every month. Please donate to keep this site up!
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!