Delicacies For The Undead
"Great," Buffy muttered, digging through her purse. "Just
what I needed right now."
Unable to find what she wanted by groping around in
the bag, she upended it on the sofa. Make-up, a hair-
brush, three pens with no ink in them, half a pack of
strawberry bubble gum, house keys, a video rental
card with holes punched in it, a reminder from her dentist
that she was overdo to have her teeth cleaned, a hair
barrette, seven rubber bands, three expired coupons
for breakfast cereal, and a mountain of loose change
were scattered on the sofa.
Everything but a partridge in a pear tree poured out
of her purse. Everything, except the thing she needed
at that precise moment.
Buffy looked up when she heard Dawn coming down
the stairs.
"Why are you cleaning out your purse at this time of
night?" she asked Buffy.
"Never mind that," the slayer replied. "Do you have any
tampons?"
Dawn shrugged. "Aren't there any in the bathroom cabinet?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "If there were, why would I ask if
you have one?" she said impatiently.
"Hey, don't get pissy at me just because you're on the
rag," Dawn protested. "It's not my fault you were born
female."
"Okay, I'm sorry," Buffy said. "I'm cranky, I know."
Dawn was inclined to let the matter go. "I'll check up-
stairs." A minute later, she was back. "All I could find
were these," she said, tossing a package to Buffy.
Buffy stared at it with an utter lack of enthusiasm. "I
hate using pads," she whined. "I always feel like I'm
wearing a diaper."
"Me, too," Dawn said sympathetically. "It's no fun riding
the cotton pony."
In spite of her irritation, Buffy had to laugh. "Where did you
pick up that little phrase?"
Her sister grinned. "Where else? The girls bathroom at
school."
"Nice to know what my taxes are paying for," Buffy replied
archly, looking at the package in her hand with an expres-
sion of distaste. "Guess I'm stuck with it. It's too late to
go to the store."
Sighing with an air of unfair suffering, she went upstairs
and changed her soiled tampon for a pad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy was in the living room watching a bad movie on
channel nine, and holding a heating pad against her
cramping lower abdomen. She'd already swallowed four
Midol tablets, but they had only taken the edge off
her discomfort.
The front door opened, and she turned and saw Spike
come in. "Hi!" she greeted him, trying to sound cheery.
He seemed to be in a hurry. "Hi, yourself, cutie," he said,
heading in the direction of the kitchen. "Back in a flash,
sweetheart. I haven't eaten all day and I'm fucking
starv......"
He stopped suddenly, turning to face her. "Buffy? Are
you wearing a new perfume?"
"No. Why?"
Spike grinned. "Because you smell sensational, luv."
Buffy stared at her lover suspiciously. They had only been
sleeping together for a couple of weeks, but she recognized
the look on his face.
He paced slowly towards her. She realized his intent, and
jumped to her feet. "Oh, no you don't!" she said shrilly,
dodging behind the sofa. "You just keep your distance!"
"Buffy..." He said her name cajolingly.
"I mean it, Spike. One more move and you'll go
down!"
If possible, his grin became wider at the comment.
"That's NOT what I mean," she said quickly.
Spike eased off his coat, letting it drop to the
floor. "Come on, baby," he coaxed her sweetly. "Come
to daddy."
"No!"
He began to make his way around the sofa. Buffy
moved when he did, keeping it between them.
"But, baby...I'm starving," he pleaded, a teasing
light dancing in his eyes.
"There's blood in the fridge," she replied. "Help your-
self."
Spike inched closer, pouting like a little boy. "It's
cold."
Buffy inched away. "Then warm it up! You know how
the microwave works."
He paused for a moment, then lunged a few feet for-
ward.
Buffy squealed and ducked out of the way. "Leave me
alone!"
Spike ignored her demand. "Probably no one has ever
told you this, but Slayer's blood is a delicacy to a vamp.
And the monthly blood is the sweetest of all."
By now, they were at opposite ends of the sofa. All
the jumping around was worsening Buffy's cramps.
She must have made a face, because he looked
concerned. "Cramps?" he guessed.
"Yes!" she barked at him. "And this isn't helping!"
Spike licked his lips. "I can make them go away," he
offered.
"No, thanks," Buffy said. "I'll stick with the Midol."
"Suit yourself," he shrugged. "But you don't know what
you're missing."
Actually, she knew EXACTLY what she was missing. Spike
was shockingly adept at the art of oral sex. He'd brought
her to many splendid orgasms, using only his tongue.
She skittered away from him as he moved towards her.
Spike sighed. "Buffy, I am NOT going to chase you around
the furniture like some lecherous king after a chambermaid."
Buffy was assimilating that remark when he suddenly
vaulted over the back of the sofa. "Hey!" she shrieked in
surprise, eluding him again.
He pursued her, chasing her into the kitchen, cornering
her beside the fridge.
To her intense surprise, Buffy began to feel the whole
idea take on a certain kinky appeal. She felt a twinge
of sexual arousal down in her vitals, spoiled only by her
damnable cramps.
Spike sensed the change, picking up the scent of that
arousal, deliciously mingled with the aroma of her menstrual
blood.
"You know you want to," he said smoothly. "Something
deep inside of you wants to let me do it"
Buffy still attempted to deny it. "Something a little closer
to the surface is gonna punch you in the nose if you
try it," she warned him, pointing one finger at him.
At this point, Spike's hard on was as ravenous for her as
his belly was. Just the idea of licking that sweet nectar out
of her was making him light headed.
"Can I just say one thing?" he asked her, using that deep
tone of voice that made her quiver. "I promise you...I'll
give you the sweetest orgasm you've ever had." He leaned
forward, almost whispering. "I'll make you come so hard
you'll see stars."
Buffy was weakening in her resolve. He was making the
whole thing sound so damn sexy. Looking up into his eyes,
she massaged her aching middle. "Can you really make
the cramps go away?" she asked meekly.
"Uh-huh," he nodded, controlling an urge to pounce on her
and drag her down to the floor.
Buffy thought it over, then moved away from him, heading
for the stairs. She paused, and said, "I think I'll go and take
a shower."
Spike smiled, picking up her intent as clearly as though she'd
stated it out loud.
Unbuttoning his shirt, he followed her up the stairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Buffy stripped down to her underpants, staring at her-
self in the mirror. Her eyes were drawn to the bulge
the pad made between her legs.
**At least I can take THAT thing off for a while.**
She was leaning into the tub and turning on the
faucets, when she heard the door open and close.
Smiling, she turned to face him.
Spike surprised her by pulling her away from the
bathtub. Placing both hands under her arms, he
lifted her to sit on the bathroom counter.
It was cold beneath her rear, and she gave him a
puzzled look. "What gives?"
Trying to keep his eager hands from shaking, he
tugged her panties down and off. "Not in the shower,"
he explained. "I don't want to lose one bit of it down
the drain."
"Eeww!" she said, giving him a litte push. "Do you
have to talk like that?"
"Yes." Bending slightly, he draped her legs over his
shoulders as he inhaled the intoxicating fragrance rising
from between her legs.
Without a pause, he dipped his head and licked
her from bottom to top. His eyes nearly rolled back at
the taste. "Mmmm," he moaned in his throat, licking
her again.
The vibration of his voice sent a little shock through
her. "Ahh!"
Slipping his tongue inside her, he probed deeply with
it.
His ministrations were causing her flow to increase,
and he swallowed every sticky drop. Husky grunts and
growls came from him as he worked over her.
Buffy's hips were rising into the air, almost involuntarily.
She always loved it when Spike went down on her, but
she seemed to be extra sensitive to it tonight.
Chalking it up to menstruation, she let her mind wander
any where it chose to.
Spike was becoming slightly drunk on her elixer. He'd
been right, this was the sweetest, richest flavor he'd
ever encountered in all of his existence. He sucked it in
greedily, grinding his lower face against her.
Down below, his erection throbbed to be where his
tongue was now. With a massive effort of will, he ignored
it, concentrating on pleasing Buffy. If he made this as
good for her as he'd promised, this could very well become
a monthly occurance.
Glancing up at her face, he saw that her eyes were
closed and her lips slightly parted. Her breathing was
erratic, a sound he'd come to recognize over the last
couple of weeks.
It was the soft, breathy sighs she made when she was
close to orgasm.
Pushing his tongue in even deeper, he moved one hand
up and fingered her clit.
Her entire lower half stiffened and jerked spasmodically
as she came in his mouth. Her flow increased yet again,
and he drank down the mixture of blood and come.
Although he could have stayed longer, his erection was
demanding a little attention. Pulling her ass closer to the
edge of the counter, he stood up and positioned his cock
at her wet entrance.
Buffy's eyes flew open wide as he slid in all the way. "Spike!"
"Right here, baby," he whispered. "Gonna put it right inside
your tight little pussy...gonna fuck you hard...mmm,
yeah. Tight and slick...just the way I like it."
This was also something new to her. Dirty talking during
sex. The first time he'd whispered raunchy comments in her
ear as he was pounding into her, she'd come instantly.
Spike kept up his rhythmic thrusts, pumping in and pulling
out. "Gonna fuck me, baby? Hmm? Gonna give it to me
good, little girl?"
Before she could even form a response, he took her mind
completely in another direction when he lowered his head
and took her right breast into his mouth, sucking the tight
rose nipple to a hard point, laving it over and over with his
tongue.
"Such pretty tits," he murmured, kissing a path to the
left one. "Taste sweet...hard like cherries."
Buffy arched her back, pushing herself into his mouth.
He sucked, and licked, and bit down gently on her
nipples, moving back and forth.
They both sensed the climax approaching, and Spike
straightened up and began to ram in and out of her, pis-
toning himself in like a machine.
Buffy moaned softly, but the pleasure became so intense
that she couldn't control herself. When she began to come,
she lifted her hips and ground herself into him, screaming
his name.
Spike grunted harshly, delivering his final thrusts. As he
started to ejaculate, he yanked her up into his arms and
molded her against him, holding her tightly. "Buffy! I...I
love you....love you...."
"I...love...you...too!" she panted, collapsing into his en-
circling arms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On her way downstairs to get a glass of water, Dawn
paused in the hallway outside the bathroom. The sounds
she was hearing were not entirely unfamiliar ones,
but they usually came from Buffy's bedroom.
"Oh, I don't believe this," she muttered. "They can't give
it a rest for one night? And Buffy's...well, that's just
icky."
As she descended the stairs, she shrugged off the
slight feeling of distaste, figuring that it must be a "vampire"
thing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You were right," Buffy said as Spike withdrew from
her. "I saw lots and lots of stars, and my cramps are
gone."
Grinning at her in a smug way, he followed her glance
down between them. "Told you so."
His cock hadn't softened yet, and it was an interesting
shade of red, courtesy of the slayer's blood smeared all
over it.
He stared at it for a long moment, then looked back up.
Buffy smiled. "Go ahead. I dare you."
The End
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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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