The battle was over, and the war was lost.  The slayer had been kicked and punched over every inch of the park.

 

No matter that she had given as good as she'd got. In the end, the vampire was the victor.  She was now just another notch on his belt, another slayer killed.

 

"You put up a good fight, luv. I gotta admit, you haven't been easy to kill."

 

Buffy stared up into his narrowed golden eyes. "I'm not dead, yet."

 

Spike merely laughed, giving her a good look at the razor sharpness of his fangs. Holding her arms pinned down, he lowered his head to the tender flesh of her throat.

 

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"Any last requests?"

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He didn't expect an answer. Or, if he did, he would have expected to hear, "Go to hell" or "Get it over with", or maybe even, "Fuck you!"

 

But this slayer, this sassy mouthed little bitch, constantly surprised him.  The moment he'd seen her, he

had known she would be a formidable opponent.

 

It was almost disappointing, having it over with so quickly.

 

The first two slayers he'd killed hadn't even lasted through one fight.  He'd killed them quickly, then gone on his way without a second thought.

 

But this one was different. They'd been circling each other for months now, challenging each other, struggling to put an end to it once and for all.

 

He'd tried.  She'd tried.  Neither had succeeded...until tonight.

 

Now, it was over, and he felt a pang of regret. Kind of a shame that such a valiant little warrior was going out so soon.

 

For a moment, he considered turning her. As a slayer, she was powerful; as a vampire, she'd be unstoppable.

 

No. Bad idea.  If he turned her, he'd be the first one she came after.

 

She had to die.  It was too bad though, because when all was said and done, life hadn't been dull with her around.

 

He was sick and tired of fights where the outcome was  so predictable, such a foregone conclusion.  He liked a challenge, and she had delivered one, over and over again.

 

Now, at this moment, he had to acknowledge a grudging respect for her.  She'd fought a good fight.  Even when she must have known she would lose, she hadn't given up.  This slayer was tenacious and stubborn, determined to win.

 

She was a lot like him.

 

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"Any last requests?"

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Well, yeah.  She had a whole bunch of last requests, but she seriously doubted he would grant any of them.

 

What could she say?  'Please don't kill me!  I'm too young to die?' 

 

Cliched, but true.

 

She WAS too young to die, dammit!  There was too much she hadn't done.

 

Not that HE would care.  There would be no mercy from this one, and there was no percentage in asking for any.

 

Buffy hated him. Not for what he was, but for what he was about to do...what he was about to steal.

 

He was robbing her of her chance to experience even the most basic things in life.

 

For instance...sex.

 

Her body had barely made the change from child to woman. She had feelings and desires that she hadn't even begun to explore yet.  An intense yearning for something she didn't fully understand....and now, never would.

 

Unless....

 

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"Any last requests?"

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"Yes."

 

Her response surprised and annoyed him.  Stupid girl, didn't know a rhetorical question when she heard one.

 

Still..he had offered, so he had to ask.

 

"What is it?"

 

"I...I don't want to die a virgin."

 

Of all the millions of possible replies, this was one he would never have expected to hear.  Or...to respond to.

 

Her words, spoken in that babyish little voice, caused an unexpected jolt of arousal.

 

She couldn't mean this the way it sounded...could she?

 

Not with him, anyway.

 

Mentally shrugging his shoulders, he decided there was only one way to find out what she was thinking.

 

"I'm not letting you go."  A warning.

 

"I know."  Acceptance.

 

"If you don't want to die a virgin...there's only one way."

 

"All right."

 

Sex with a slayer?  She was offering it to him.

 

Could he?  Should he?

 

No!  No, absolutely not.  The whole idea was just

too bizarre.

 

Or, maybe.....

 

There were a lot of strange thoughts and complicated ideas mucking up his brain at the moment, but one of them shone through as clear as spring water.

 

 

This wasn't exactly a new thought for him.  If forced to admit it, he'd been asking himself that same question from the moment he'd first laid eyes on her.  Watching her dance in such a provocative and erotic manner had made him instantly hard.

 

Every man in that club had wanted her luscious body and dreamy eyes, himself included.

 

And she knew it.

 

The sway of her hips, the sidelong flirting glances over her shoulder, the seductive and secret smile on her expressive mouth.

 

Oh, she had known exactly what she was doing.

 

And she was a VIRGIN for Christ's sake. Inexperienced

and untried.

 

That meant that it all just came naturally to her.

 

The sexiness, the "come and get it" body language she used wasn't contrived.  It was just her, the way she

was.

 

Mouth-watering.  Absolutely and completely mouth-watering.

 

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"Any last requests?"

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Buffy had surprised him.  She'd seen it in his eyes.

 

Well...she had surprised herself, too.  Asking a vampire to take her virginity!  Her watcher would drop dead if he'd heard her.

 

What choice did she have, though?  She was going to die in a few minutes.  This was her only chance to experience something that she'd only read about.

 

IF the vampire agreed with it, that is.  He might very well just laugh at her and tear her throat out.

 

But, if he was going to do that, wouldn't he have done it by now?

 

Staring up at him, she suddenly noticed that the demonic mask was gone from his face, leaving his human countenance.

 

Oh, it WAS pleasing to the eye.  She had become aware of it on the night they'd crossed paths for the first time.   Blue eyes, so dark they almost looked black. The sharp angles of his cheekbones and jaw.  A mouth that looked as it loved to kiss and to be kissed.

 

Would he kiss her?

 

And...if he did...would she like it?

 

 

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"Any last requests?"

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His body was double crossing him, making him want....things.

 

Making him want her.

 

Want a slayer?  How did THAT happen?  WHEN had it happened?

 

The moment he first saw her?  The first time they'd fought?

 

Or...right here and now?  After feeling her soft body beneath him, the warmth of her skin, the scent of her hair?

 

 

Well, why shouldn't he?  Slayer or not, she was a pretty  girl.  A VERY pretty girl.  Big green eyes. Flawless complexion. Long, thick honey colored hair.

 

And that mouth. Baby pink lips, moist and slightly parted. Small, even white teeth, and the cutest little tongue he'd ever....

 

 

He tried to push the thought away. She wasn't for him at all.

 

**Just kill her now, and end it forever** his demon hissed

in his ear.

 

Spike lowered his head, fully intending to sink his fangs into her vulnerable neck and bathe in her blood...only to stop short when the slayer suddenly parted her legs, causing his lower body to wedge itself between her thighs.

 

Instinctively, he pressed down hard, grinding his pelvis into hers.

 

Beneath him, Buffy inhaled sharply and lifted her hips to return the pressure.

 

At that point, Spike's body told his brain to go away and leave him alone.  With no further hesitation, he captured the slayer's mouth with his.

 

Parting her lips with his tongue, he slid it into her mouth in search of her's, groaning when she began to suck it rhythmically.

 

Tearing his lips away, he began kissing a path down the soft skin of her throat.

 

Buffy arched her back. Placing her hands on his chest, she slipped them beneath the shoulders of his coat.

 

Understanding her purpose, Spike rose to his knees and shrugged the garment off, tossing it to one side.

 

He looked down at Buffy, laying perfectly still and  watching him with wide eyes.

 

"You sure this is what you want?" he offered, giving  her one last chance to back out.

 

Buffy nodded. "Uh-huh."

 

Spike unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. "All right, then."

 

Falling back down, he caught himself on his hands, his outstretched arms keeping most of his weight off of her. Smiling, he lowered his head and whispered, "Touch me."

 

 

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"Any last requests?"

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Instead of doing what he obviously wanted her to do, Buffy reached up and began to unbutton his shirt.  If this was  going to be her one and only shot at sex, she wanted to  experience it fully.

 

Spike said nothing. He just smiled and waited patiently while she worked at the buttons.

 

Once they were all undone, she parted the sides of the red cotton shirt and began to pull his t-shirt out of the waistband of his loosened jeans.

 

Her hands explored him, a little shyly.  She pushed the t-shirt up until she could see his bare chest.  Underneath the layers of clothing he usually wore, he was hiding a very nice body.

 

Even though he was slender, he had good muscle definition.  His abdomen was particularly attractive, hard and firm, with another layer of corded muscle above his trim waist.

 

"Want me to take it off?" he asked.

 

Buffy nodded. "Uh-huh."

 

Obediently, Spike rose to his knees and pulled off the red top shirt, tossing it on the ground.  His t-shirt followed after, but instead of dropping it, he rolled it into a ball and placed it under the back of her head, making a small  pillow of it for her.

 

She was mesmerized by the sight of his body. Firm and well built, and so masculine. He was, she had to 

admit, beautifully made...with a wonderfully handsome face to go along with the rest of the package.

 

"Sit up," he said suddenly.  Moving back a little, he took her hands and pulled her into a sitting position.

 

It would have been a good opportunity to try and escape, but her head wasn't clear enough to realize it. The only thing she could concentrate on was what they were about to do.

 

"I want to see you, too," he murmured, reaching for the hem of her sweater and pulling it up and off. 

 

Buffy blushed under the intense scrutiny of his deep blue eyes.  Although it was embarrassing to be studied so thoroughly, she was glad she was wearing nice undergarments.

 

Her bra and panties were a matched set, light pink satin with lace trim.  They were almost brand new, and so had no snags or worn spots on the bra, and no stains from her  period on the panties.

 

"You know," he said, his voice husky with desire, "you really are very beautiful...and very sexy."

 

His words deepened her blush, but also pleased her, and she smiled.  Wanting to return the compliment, she  lowered her eyes from his probing gaze and whispered, "So are you."

 

He appeared to be quite delighted with her demeanor. Placing one finger beneath her chin, he tilted her face up. "Can I  kiss you?"

 

Buffy answered him by closing her eyes and offering him her lips.  He chuckled and leaned over. "Open your mouth a little, kitten."

 

She parted her lips and waited.

 

Spike slid his hands into her hair and raised her face a bit more. Their kiss started out gentle, but soon began to change into a wildly possessive and passionate encounter.

 

Forcing her mouth to open more, he slipped his tongue past the barrier of her moist lips and deeply inside of her mouth, searching for hers.

 

Even though she wasn't experienced with the type of kiss he was giving her, Buffy soon found that instinct and desire could make up for a lack of first hand knowledge.

 

Her tongue played with his, twining around it and then following it back into his mouth. 

 

With a soft moan, he sucked on it sweetly.

 

While they continued to kiss, Spike reached behind her and unfastened her bra with one smooth, practiced motion. The lingerie slid down her arms, and he filled both of his hands with the soft, warm mounds of her  breasts.

 

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No boy had ever touched her there before, not even on top of her clothing, and Buffy was amazed at how good it felt to have him play with her this way. He squeezed and  fondled, molding her flesh to the contours of his hands.  Pushing them together, he moved his thumbs back and forth over the hard centers, coaxing a soft whimper from her throat.

 

It was the most intense pleasure her untried body had ever known.  Until....

 

Tearing his mouth from her trembling lips, Spike nuzzled a trail of kisses over her cheek and down the side of her neck.  He tongued the hollow at the base of her throat, then kissed the smooth skin between her breasts.

 

Buffy dragged in a sharp breath at the first touch of  his mouth on her sensitive nipples. He changed sides frequently, giving each one ample attention as he went from drawing slow circles around them, to flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth.

 

Dizzy at the hot waves that rolled up and down her spine, she arched her back, wanting a deeper touch, but unable to articulate her desire.

 

He seemed to know what she wanted, and he opened his mouth around one nipple, suckling it voraciously.

 

Oh. Oh, yes.  This is what she'd wanted to feel. This  mind numbing thrill that began at the place his lips were fastened, then radiated through her body, all the way to her very fingertips.

 

Spike released the rose colored bud from his mouth and went searching for it's twin. Taking it in deeply, he swirled his tongue around and around, then bit down on it gently.

 

"D'ya like that?" he whispered against her skin.

 

"Yes."

 

"Good."

 

Raising his head, he positioned her on her knees and placed one hand on the back of her head, drawing

her forward. "You do it, too."

 

She blushed from her hairline to her toes, but moved to do as he wanted.  Extending her tongue, she imitated his previous touches, licking and sucking the light  brown circles on his chest.

 

"Mmmm...that tongue of yours is so sweet," he  said, stroking her hair softly.

 

Buffy grinned, pleased by his words. "It is?"

 

"Yes," he laughed. "It is. Oh...more, baby. Go lower down."

 

She complied, trailing her tongue down the middle of his chest as her fingers gripped his waist.

 

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"Lie back, now. I want to show you something."

 

Buffy pulled away, letting him maneuver her down onto her back. She tensed slightly when he began to unbutton her jeans.

 

Spike felt her stiffening, and looked up at her. "S'all right, kitten. Just relax. I'm going to make you feel very good."

 

Willing her limbs to soften beneath his touch, she felt the cool denim slide down her hips, over her thighs, and then off her completely. Her heart beat began to pick up significantly as she came face to face with the knowledge  that she was lying on the ground, wearing nothing but her black leather boots and a pair of lacy underpants.

 

Which he was pulling down!!!

 

"These are very pretty," he said, smiling wickedly. "But they're in my way."  He tugged them off and lifted them to his nose, inhaling her scent. "Mmm," he murmured appreciatively. "Makes me dizzy."  Winking at her, he stuffed the scrap of lace into the back pocket of his jeans.

 

Buffy was about to protest this theft of her underwear, when she remembered that she'd be dead soon, and would have no real use for them anymore.  She could only hope that whoever  handled her body at the funeral home would be make certain  that they were replaced. 

 

Spike was moving his hands down her outer thighs. "The boots can stay on," he said, cocking his head to one side. "They're sexier than hell."

 

Slipping his hands between her legs, he pried them apart. Buffy instinctively resisted, and he had to apply some real pressure to get where he wanted.

 

When he had her legs spread, he settled between them. "I  want to taste you," he informed her, making himself at home.

 

Buffy's entire body turned red, as the hot blood  rushed to all her extremities. 

 

"Do what?" she asked, her voice squeaky as a nervous mouse cornered by a cat.

 

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Spike paused, looking up at her. He had forgotten  for a moment who and what he was dealing with  here.

 

Virginal little slayers couldn't be expected to know all the different variations of the sex act. This girl, for all her toughness and fierce fighting ability, was totally innocent when it came to matters of the flesh.

 

And, tonight, it was his job to teach her.  To explain...and to demonstrate...everything.

 

 

 

 

Part three...

 

 

"I said," he repeated deliberately, not wanting any misunderstandings about his intentions at this point. "I want to taste you. Now, don't get nervous. I won't bite. Yet."

 

Lowering his head, he kissed her inner thigh, inhaling the fragrance that she was unknowingly giving off.

 

"I mean to taste you here," he said, running one finger up the cleft of her sex and putting a tiny amount of pressure on her clitoris. He heard her gasp sharply, and saw the moisture he'd induced begin to seep out of her.  "Do you feel how wet you are?"

 

Buffy's eyes opened wide as she stared up at the moon.  "Yes," she panted.

 

Spike licked his lips, savoring the anticipation. "That's  your body, preparing itself for mine. The wetter I make you, the easier it'll be for me to get inside."

 

"Uh-huh."  Should she be taking notes?  Oh, no...that's right. She'd be dead soon.

 

"Are you ready?" he asked considerately.

 

"I guess so."

 

"Then relax your thighs, luv...that's it...little bit more...let me in.."  With no further hesitation, he leaned forward and placed his mouth over her.

 

Buffy had to clap one hand over her own mouth to keep from screaming out loud at the liquid, swirling motion of his tongue as it slid up and down, up and down...licking her hard, then softly, then hard again.

 

"Fuck....you taste sensational."  He broke away for a moment, his tongue lapping up the trickle of wetness tracing down between her thighs. "Like a ripe...juicy little peach...and so smooth."

 

Due to her preference for thong underwear and skimpy bathing suits, Buffy was careful to keep herself clean shaven down below. She had never in a million  years dreamed that there was another benefit to such a practice, outside of the aesthetic one.

 

Now, as her body flashed from hot to cold, then back to hot, she was becoming all too aware of the other reason; the feel of his cool, wet tongue moving over her bare skin was heavenly in the most sinful way possible.

 

"Christ," he muttered, rubbing his cheek against her

soft mound, "I could lick and suck you all night, luv."

 

Something was happening...building...down in the  depths of her body. A tiny flame had been ignited with his first touch, and every time he dragged his tongue  along her slit, it stoked that fire a bit higher and a bit hotter.  Any minute now, something was going to happen that would cause it to blaze out of control.

 

"I'm gonna do something different now, babe. Right here," he said, placing the tip of his index finger at the apex of her sex, "is the sweet spot. I want to suck on it. Softly at first, then a little harder. Gonna suck it and make you come...in my mouth."

 

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This time, she couldn't hold back the scream.  Her hands were too busy trying to anchor her body to the earth.

 

Spike's mouth closed around her clit, and he did just as he'd told her he would do...sucked softly and sweetly for a moment, then began drawing on her harder.

 

The wetness flowed forth abundantly into his mouth, and he growled with satisfaction as he drank it down.

 

Buffy had no control over her body anymore. It was  pretty much doing what it wanted to do....what HE wanted it to do.  Her hips lunged up, seeking the sweet suction he applied.  Her hands finally released their grip on terra firma and plunged into the platinum blond silk of his hair, holding him in place.  Her feet ground into the damp sod, her bootheels tearing up large chunks of it.

 

Spike sensed the oncoming wave of orgasm, and applied his mouth more studiously to the task of  getting her off.  He felt strong and powerful in a way he'd not experienced before.  This beautiful, blazingly hot slayer was writhing and moaning under the spell his tongue was weaving, and it was wonderful to see and hear and taste. 

 

Drinking up the rush of fluid she was producing, he felt as though he could live on it forever. It was far sweeter than any blood he'd ever tasted.

 

Buffy was whining and panting, and lunging upwards so strongly that he had to take a firmer hold on her hips.

 

Gripping her fiercely, he sucked harder and harder,  unable to stifle the grunts of pleasure coming from him as he went at her.

 

When she was just about to come, he pulled away  for a moment. "Look at me," he ordered her. When her beautiful green eyes locked with his, he bent his head again and took her back into his mouth, sucking at her until her body arched and her throat released a scream of pure pleasure.

 

And as she began to come down, Spike stayed between her legs, licking her clean of all the fluids he had coaxed from her responsive body, feeling slightly drunk on them.

 

 

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A few minutes later, with his head pillowed on Buffy's thigh, he looked up at her and grinned. "Sweetest pussy I've ever had my tongue in," he said.

 

Buffy, too wrung out to reply, smiled back at him.

 

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"How do you feel, luv?"

 

"Good.  Really, really good."

 

Spike moved up her body and flopped onto his back. "You want to keep going then?"

 

She was a little surprised by the question. He almost sounded as though he...cared.

 

"Yes," she said quickly. "I'm still a virgin. You...you won't let me die this way, right?"

 

He frowned briefly. For some reason, hearing her put it that way bothered him, and he was no longer sure that he really wanted her dead.

 

Shaking off the moment of doubt, he turned over and  propped himself over her, leaning on his forearms. "Course not, kitten. I promise I'll do right by you."

 

The warm night air was drying the light sheen of sweat on her body as she turned onto her side and cleared her throat. "I was wondering if..."

 

He waited, then prompted her. "If what, luv?"

 

"I...I read once in this book...that...well, these two people were...you know...having sex..."

 

Her cheeks were as red as it was possible for them to be, and her shyness charmed him. It really was adorable. "Yeah?" he said coaxingly.

 

Certain that if she kept on babbling he would think she was an idiot, she decided to just be as blunt as possible.

 

"What you just did to me?  I wondered if...if I could do it to you?  If it would..be all right with you?"

 

Spike smiled, absolutely delighted at the suggestion. "I don't think it's possible to tell you how all right with me  it is," he said. "You sure?"

 

Buffy was only sure about one thing...she wanted to  experience every aspect of sex before she settled

in for the big dirt nap.

 

"I've never done it before," she said haltingly. "Maybe you could...tell me how to do it...to make it feel good."

 

He sat up and tugged off his boots and socks, then rose to his knees and shoved his jeans down and off.

 

Taking her hand, he pressed a quick kiss into her soft palm. "It's easy, luv," he told her, wrapping his

tongue around her index finger. "Just like this." 

 

Buffy watched, fascinated, as he slid her finger in and out of his mouth, sucking it gently. She grabbed his other hand and began doing the same thing to him.

 

Spike couldn't believe how powerfully arousing her mouth felt.  And if it felt THAT good on his finger...

 

God...he couldn't wait!

 

 

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His skin was softer than she'd expected. Like velvet stretched over a steel bar.

 

When she closed her fingers around his shaft, he hissed in through his teeth and she froze. "Is that wrong?"

 

"Oh, no...no, luv. S'perfect. Don't stop."

 

He was leaning back on his hands, watching as  she caressed and fondled him.

 

"You can do it a little tighter, kitten. Ahh...that's it. Good girl."

 

Buffy tightened her grip on him, enjoying the fact that her touch seemed to be pleasing him.

 

His shaft was as perfectly made as the rest of his body. Long and thick, with a blunt, bell shaped head that was large and swollen.  Pearly drops of fluid  oozed out of the slit, and she lifted one away. Testing it's sticky consistency between two fingers, she  stared at it, her tongue wetting her lips.

 

"Taste it," he urged her. "Lick it off your finger."

 

She started to do as he said, pausing when he added, "No. Look at me when you do it. I want to see your eyes."

 

Locking her gaze with his, she slowly brought her finger up and licked the drop of semen from it.

 

"Oh, fucking hell," he muttered hoarsely. "Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are, girl?"

 

Smiling at him, pleased by the compliment, Buffy slid her finger into her mouth and then back out, sucking the taste of him from her skin.

 

Spike let one hand move up her arm and delve into the thick skein of her hair.  Exerting a small amount of pressure, he guided her head down to his lap.

 

"Do it now, luv," he whispered. "Suck me. Open your  little mouth and...oh, yeah...that's right...just let it slide in...oh...your mouth is so hot...Buffy, luv...so good..."

 

The shaky tone of his voice made her bolder. She clambered over him, moving her mouth up and down his rigid cock and letting her long hair trail over his chest and stomach.

 

She experimented with pace and pressure, and when she made a soft humming sound of happiness, he gasped, almost trembling with the effort of  remaining still for her.

 

"Oh, God...that's so sweet," he murmured, stroking her hair back so he could watch her glossy lips slide up and down his hard pole.

 

Buffy couldn't manage to take all of him in, there was just too much of it. A little over halfway down, he hit her gag reflex.

 

"Use your tongue, now," he instructed. "Lick me...up and down."

 

That was easier, and she went about the task with great enthusiasm. She found the salty, creamy taste of him surprisingly enjoyable.

 

He seemed almost helpless beneath the touch of her mouth. It was an interesting contradiction, such strength and power being so vulnerable.

 

"Darling," he whispered, gripping handfuls of her hair, "you'll have to stop...or I'll...Buffy...luv, stop."

 

Buffy didn't want to stop.  She had an idea as to what he was talking about, and she wanted to make it happen. Ignoring him, she gripped the back of his thighs harder and forced him deeper into her mouth.

 

At that point, Spike gave up trying to control her in any way.  The little chit was obviously determined to have it all, and who was he to deny her?

 

His hands gentled in her hair, and he began to lift his hips in shallow thrusting motions.

 

So close....he was so....fucking....close...

 

"Oh...yeah...Buffy...I'm..I'm gonna come...now, baby... now...ahhhhh..."  He convulsed, and exploded with pleasure.

 

Pulsing spurts of fluid emptied into her mouth, making her shudder and shake with the energy he was 

expending.

 

Without a clue in the world what else to do, she swallowed it, then wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

 

When she finally worked up the nerve to look at him, she was surprised to see him staring back at her with a look of...she could swear it was tenderness...in his eyes.

 

Laying her cheek against the hard muscle of his belly, she asked him if he was okay.

 

He responded with a soft laugh, and a fond ruffling of her hair. "God...you are amazing, girl.  I can't wait to be inside you."

 

 

Buffy swallowed hard. "Is it time for that, yet?"

 

"Do you want it to be?" Spike asked, smiling with a  distinct feeling of....was it TENDERNESS churning  around inside of him?!

 

Where the hell had THAT come from?

 

"Well," she said, fiddling with a piece of her hair. "You're going to kill me afterwards, right?"

 

Kill her?  Was he? 

 

He must still be feeling a bit out of it after the intense orgasm she'd just given him....the best orgasm he could remember having. Ever.

 

But...but she was so warm and soft.  If he killed her, she would be cold and empty inside.

 

Like he was.

 

Pressed against her naked body this way, Spike couldn't even begin to think straight.  "Shhh," he hushed her absently, "Don't think about that. I want to..."

 

 

"....fuck you, now. I'll make you....."

 

 

"....feel good, I promise. It'll be ....."

 

 

"....fantastic, luv. I promise I won't..."

 

 

"....hurt you."

 

Gentler than he'd planned on, he maneuvered her into position, deciding to stick to the basic missionary for their first...**First and last?**...time together.

 

He was flagrantly hard again. Just the thought of what they were about to do had aroused him.

 

 

 

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"What...what should I do?"

 

Although his mind teemed with delicious possibilities, Spike simply stroked her hair back from her face. "Nothing yet," he said softly. "You just lie there and let me see to you."

 

Far from the quick, hard fuck he'd originally planned on, he found himself captivated by the idea of taking her slowly and sweetly, by gently stoking the innocent fire just beginning to flare inside of her young body, turning it to a conflagration of need...and want....and wild  satisfaction.

 

To make it...unforgettable.

 

He was slightly confused by the dubious logic of his last thought. It sounded wrong somehow, but he wasn't interested  in  examining it more carefully.  Shaking off the feeling, he bent his head and pressed his lips to the soft and vulnerable flesh of her throat.

 

Buffy automatically tensed up in a gut reaction to having a vampire's teeth in the vicinity of her neck.

 

Spike had been expecting it, and he soothed her like a startled filly. "S'all right. I won't bite you, Buffy. Relax."

 

His tone was soft and reassuring as he propped himself on one forearm, sending his free hand down to touch her in the places where he now knew she liked being touched.

 

Strong fingers ghosted down from her neck, gliding along the hollow between her breasts. His hand moved and gathered one soft mound, squeezing it gently, but firmly.

 

He smiled when she sighed.

 

Using his thumb and forefinger, he rolled and tugged on her hard nipple.

 

He chuckled when she gasped.

 

As he began to repeat these motions on her other  breast, he dipped his head and took the first one into his mouth, licking and sucking it with barely controlled passion.

 

He groaned when she whimpered.

 

Buffy arched her back, forcing herself more deeply into his mouth.  She brought her hands up and held

his head at her breast, unwilling to let him continue if it meant he'd have to stop what he was doing.

 

Struggling for a modicum of control, Spike sucked harder, his hungry mouth devouring her, and when he 

pulled back....he smiled; a ruthlessly sexy smile that thrilled her all the way through.

 

Well....if she had to die....this was definitely the right

way to go!

 

His wandering hand moved on down her torso, stroking the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip. Down, down to her knee, then around the back of it and up to her inner thigh.

 

Buffy felt her legs separate further.

 

"So eager," Spike said, kissing her throat. "Give me your hand."

 

Taking it in his, he brought it down to the place where they would soon be joined, making her fondle him. She  tightened her fingers around his hard shaft, stroking and  squeezing.

 

When droplets of semen began leaking from his slit, he slipped his hand behind one thigh and raised it slightly, opening her completely. Then, before she could  even react, he positioned himself and began to penetrate her tight opening.

 

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It was like nothing he'd ever felt before in his entire existence.  Held securely in a warm, satin covered glove.

 

She was hot, and wet, and unbelievably tight. So tight that he had to exert real pressure to force himself past the first barrier.

 

He heard her gasp sharply, and felt her instinctive  withdrawal. Unwilling to lose the ground he had gained, he held onto her bottom and pushed himself slowly inside, covering her mouth with his to muffle her scream.

 

Every ounce of control he had at his command was working overtime to keep him from going off too soon. The sensation of being in her was even better than he'd imagined it would be.

 

Pressing his lips to the side of her face, he whispered soothing words to her.  "I know it hurts, baby...I know...just stay with me and I'll...oh, God...I'll make it better...I promise. Relax...that's it....that's my girl...so sweet...Buffy....kiss 

me....please...."

 

Kisses from her...hot and sweet, freely given....a small bit of heaven just for him....

 

He pulled out, gasping as her sheath clutched at his flesh, trying to hold him in her.  Careful not to withdraw completely, he slid his length back in and held steady, giving her the time she needed, tortuous as it was.

 

Spike hadn't realized his eyes were closed until he felt her little hands cupping his face, and he opened them. Blazing green fire was sparking in her gaze, and she was biting her lower lip to the point of making it bleed.

 

He couldn't let that happen. If she drew blood....he would lose his mind and ravish her with no care or consideration for her pleasure.  This little slayer...she really didn't understand how powerful she was, what kind of control she could hold over a man. 

 

She could make a bloody slave of him, he had no doubt.

 

"Don't do that, kitten," he whispered, kissing and nuzzling her until her teeth gave up their purchase, then sucking her slightly swollen lip, soothing the sting away.

 

Her body was covered in a light sheen of perspiration that made them slip and slide with delicious ease.  Buffy bent her knees and lifted her bottom a little, giving him an even deeper penetration.

 

"God....Buffy....yeah...oh, yeah...the way you move...you...you're driving me....crazy...oh, fuck!...yes..."

 

His control long gone, Spike began to power drive into her, forgetting that she was young and untouched, forgetting everything except the wonderful slide and pull as their bodies came together and came apart. Again...and again...and again...harder and faster and deeper with every stroke...every thrust into her....it was perfect...it was heaven....it was hell....and he never wanted to leave...ever.

 

Propping himself on his outstretched arms, he looked down into her beautiful face.  Her eyes were half closed, and she was panting...grunting...with every thrust he slammed into her, her lips moist, and trembling slightly.

 

She was pure, primitive woman. Nothing less.

 

"Look at me," he demanded.

 

Her eyes opened, staring up into his.

 

"Tell me....what you feel."

 

"I...I don't..."  she stammered, confused and unable to concentrate.

 

He tried to help her out. "Does it feel good?  Do you  like..having me....inside you...oh, Christ.... Buffy!.... you're  amazing, love...just bloody....amazing...do that again...so tight...how do you...yes....ah, fuck!... unh...unh..."

 

Buffy dug her boot heels into the grass. Something was going to happen...she could feel it...sense it...and it was going to be so good. "S...Spike?" she panted. "I...oh!"

 

He canted his hips forward, just a little, just enough to  exert pressure on her clit when he shoved himself in.

 

With absolutely no idea why he needed so badly to hear the answer, he kept asking the question; "Is that good, baby?  D'ya like it? Tell me....."

 

Buffy was almost past the point of coherent speech, but there was this thing....this thing she had to tell him...it was important...and she had to try and get the words  out.

 

"Spike...something is....I don't know....I need to...I want...oh...what's happening?.... oh, yes!....right there!"

 

He smiled, feeling like the most powerful being above and below the surface of the earth. "You need to come, baby," he whispered, pumping harder. "That's what...what's about to happen...you...want to come...you can feel it."

 

Buffy arched her neck, keening softly in her throat.

 

"Don't worry, love....I'm gonna make you come....make you come hard...just for me....only for me....gonna make my girl feel...sooooo good...yeah...that's it....feel it?...you're close....so damn close..."

 

Pounding in harder and faster still, his arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her.

 

Her own arms wrapped around him, and he buried his face against her neck.

 

"Buffy," he grunted, ramming into her like a machine. "Fuck me back...fuck me hard....come on, baby...do it!...do it for me....ahhh, yes...baby-baby-baby...MY baby...MY girl...mine....mine.... MINE... MINE....ALL... FUCKING...MINE!!"

 

The perfect bliss of mutual orgasm swamped them, making them both cry out as the pleasure spasmed through them.

 

Emptying himself into her, giving her every last drop of his seed, feeling his cock going off like a machine gun, drenching her, soaking her....one thought kept repeating itself over and over in his brain... 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thank you."

 

Buffy's voice was soft and a little sleepy sounding.

 

Spike lifted his head to look down into her hazy green eyes. "For what, darling?"

 

"You know," she shrugged. "For giving me my last request. It was amazing."

 

He smiled, caressing her cheek. "You enjoyed it, then?"

 

"So much," she nodded. "You're awfully good at it."

 

She was being so polite that he almost wanted to  laugh, but he controlled the impulse. "It was a pleasure deflowering you, love."

 

Her hands moved up and down his arms, stroking the hard muscle of his biceps. "Would you do one more thing for me?"

 

"What's that?"  At this point, had she asked him to lasso the moon for her, he'd have taken a shot at it.

 

"When you're done...I know this is a lot to ask, but...would you please put my clothes back on? It's bad enough I'll be dead...I don't want them to find me naked, too."

 

The thought of someone else seeing her the way he was seeing her now....bothered him...for some reason. No way he was gonna let someone come along and ogle her nude body...dead OR alive.

 

"No problem," he said lightly. 

 

"Thanks." Turning her head to one side, she exposed her throat. "Go ahead."

 

Spike felt as though he was in the middle of a strange dream, one that he couldn't wake up from...didn't want to wake up from.

 

Lowering his head, he located the proper place to bite. Her skin was warm and soft, and he could feel her pulse as her blood pumped fast.  Her heart beat was booming in her chest like a kettle drum.

 

God...she smelled good. Like wildflowers growing in hot

sunshine.

 

He licked his lips and allowed his face to change. "Close your eyes," he whispered.

 

Buffy did as he asked, tightening her hold on his upper  arms. "Will it hurt?" she asked softly, a diamond bright tear trickled from her eye.

 

"Only for a moment," he answered. He set his fangs against her skin. 

 

She took a deep breath. "Okay...I'm ready."

 

Slowly, he began to bite down, and was shocked to his core when he felt her hand lay gently on the back of his neck, playing with his hair.

 

"Wait a minute," he said suddenly, jerking his head back up before he broke her skin, and shaking off the demon.

 

SHE may have been ready...but HE was not!

 

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"What?" she asked, letting her breath back out.

 

He felt like an idiot for stopping, but he just couldn't make himself go through with it...not yet.

 

"Well...I was just thinking," he said, trying to sound  casual about the whole thing.  "Technically you're not a virgin anymore, that's true, but...."

 

"But what?"  Buffy turned her luminous green eyes on him.

 

 

"I thought you might like to do something else before you...um..."

 

"Die?"

 

"It's just that...there's lots more to sex than what we just did, ya know. Different positions and such. Be a shame if you missed out on the fun."

 

"Really?" she asked eagerly, smiling for him.

 

Oh, yeah. Really.  Just the THOUGHT of it was making him hard.

 

He returned her smile, nodding his head slowly.

 

Her hands slipped up and framed his face. Smoothing her thumbs over the sharp edges of his cheekbones, she offered him her lips.  "Show me."

 

 

 

Part six..... 

 

 

 

"Turn over."

 

Buffy's eyes widened. Turn over?  What in the world could he be planning that required her to turn over?

 

"Why?"

 

Spike laughed. "Don't look so worried, kitten. I don't have anything horrible in mind for your innocent little  bottom."  He took a hold of her hips and started to turn her.

 

"My bottom?  What's that supposed to mean?"

 

She was serious, he realized. She had no knowledge of this at all...no way of knowing that the other entrance to her body...below the waist...could play a part in the act of intercourse.

 

Well, this was no time to take her down a road like that. That kind of sex wasn't for inexperienced young  virgins who'd just surrendered their maidenhead not five minutes ago.  She'd had enough pain for one night, now it was time to shower her with pleasure.

 

"Never mind," he said, continuing to ease her over onto her front. "I want  to take you like this...from behind."

 

Buffy felt her whole body blush, from hairline to the tips of her toes...again. He said the most unbelievably outrageous and erotic things so casually, as if he was  teaching her how to dance instead of how to have

sex.

 

She did as he asked, distributing her weight evenly on her hands and knees. Her breathing had already begun to speed up, and her heart rate was meteoric by this point.

 

Spike knelt behind her, placing his hands on the smooth skin of her lower back.  He moved them down, caressing  her hips and outer thighs, then he slipped one hand around front and fingered her clitoris gently.

 

Buffy gasped, and her hips moved forward, searching for a firmer touch.

 

His hand splayed open over her sex, squeezing and fondling her. He used his free hand to grip his shaft and rub the head of it up and down her labia. "Feel good?" he asked, smiling when  she whimpered like a kitten.  "I like it, too.  You're so damn wet and hot...so creamy. Juicy."

 

Carefully, he eased the head of his cock just within her, not really penetrating her yet. He pushed his hips forward enough to keep it in place, then wrapped his hands around her waist.

 

"Now...you put it in," he instructed her.

 

"I...what...how..."  She started to lift up one hand, but he stopped her.

 

"No...just push back onto it. It's already where it needs to be. It'll slide right in...ah...yeah...like that...good girl...oh, fuck..."

 

Buffy braced her hands and did as he said. Moving her hips back slowly, she felt every slight give of her labia as his erection began to penetrate her. He was allowing her to set the pace of his entry, and she knew he was doing it for her.

 

His fingers stroked her waist, sliding around to rub over her  abdomen as she sank back onto him.

 

Christ....she was still so amazingly tight!  He felt like he was sliding his dick into warm cream.  As he moved in deeper, he felt her clenching those internal slayer muscles around him,  and it nearly drove him out of his mind, forcing him to make a conscious effort not to start hammering in like an animal.

 

"That's it, baby," he encouraged her, burying himself to the hilt. "I want to see how deep I can get it." 

 

"Uh...this would be about it," she replied, struggling to keep her knees from abandoning her.

 

Spike chuckled. Fucking adorable...that's what she was.

 

Withdrawing from her, careful not to leave completely, he  held her hips and slid his length back in. Much to his surprise, and without being told, she pushed back to meet his thrust.

 

"Good girl," he murmured, almost cross eyed with pleasure as her juicy little pussy enveloped him. He wanted to come already, and it was taking everything he had not to.

 

Buffy's fingers dug into the ground as her head tilted back. She could see the stars glittering over her head, the only witnesses to their play.

 

Spike began to pump into her a little faster, somewhat shocked at how fiercely she was beginning to respond.

 

Fuck...this girl should be illegal!  She was just too damn perfect to be real. Slayer or not, he didn't care anymore.

 

He wasn't going to be able to give her up. He'd known it from the moment he touched her...really touched her.

 

Buffy...the slayer...was going to belong to him, and him alone. No fucking way was any other man gonna put a  hand on her. If one tried...he'd tear him into bloody chunks.

 

"Mine...mine...mine..." he grunted with each thrust. His fingers dug into her hips so deeply that he knew he'd be leaving bruises...marks of his possession...and that idea pleased him immensely.

 

He bent his head, watching his dick slide in and out of her, shiny and wet. In...and...out... harder... faster...oh, yeah.  His cock had NEVER had it so good!

 

"Buffy....you're fucking amazing," he groaned, pounding in wildly. "Oh...I'm gonna come, babe..."

 

She could feel it, too.  That slow building wave as the pressure intensified. Without a second thought, she  gave herself over to it. "Me, too," she managed to choke out, seconds before it slammed into her.

 

His cry of release echoed hers as he kept pumping, kept driving in and pulling back, ramming in a little harder  each time until her strength gave out and she fell to the ground with him on top of her.

 

Spike delivered one last thrust and ejaculated,  then bore down on her hard, grunting as his cock  jerked and spasmed inside of her, drenching her with semen. 

 

 

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"Bloody hell, girl.  How do you do that?"

 

"Do...do what?"

 

"Make me so fucking hot...so fast."

 

"Oh.  Maybe, it's a slayer thing."

 

"Maybe."  Temporarily satisfied, he pulled out and rolled onto his back. "We need to talk."

 

She glanced at him uneasily. "Why?"

 

Spike stared up at the stars. "Something's happening to me."  He turned his head and met her gaze. "I want you," he said simply.

 

Buffy's heart began to beat double time as she considered his words. "You mean you aren't gonna kill

me?"  She wanted it clear, spelled out.

 

"I'm thinking, no," he smiled. "Want you alive...and warm. Waiting for me. Got a lot more to teach you."

 

Just hearing those words gave her a tingle she felt all the way down. "You're a vampire."

 

"You're a slayer."

 

"So, how's that gonna work?"

 

"Dunno. Don't care. Fucking MAKE  it work!"

 

The same "don't know-don't care" attitude was manifesting itself in her, making her want everything he was hinting at.

 

But....she WAS the slayer. She had a job to do.

 

Before she could start to second guess herself, she rolled and grabbed the stake she'd dropped during their initial encounter, jumped back on top of him, and held the point over his heart.

 

Spike was too surprised to move as they stared into each other's eyes.

 

Five endless seconds ticked by, and then she whispered, "Any last requests?"

 

He began to smile. "Yeah. I don't want to die a virgin."

 

Taking the stake from her hand, he flung it off into the darkness, rolled her over, and kissed her with a brand new hunger that would never be sated.