Loping down the main street of the campus, Buffy rubbed her wrist absently, her fingers massaging the rope burns. As she entered the quad, she raised one finger to her mouth and used a ragged fingernail to pick out the rope fiber which was stuck between her two front incisors.
Suddenly she stopped, sniffing the air, then turned in the direction of the enticing scent.
"Boy." She sniffed again, her eyes narrowing. "Different boy." Silently she moved through the bushes towards the 'boy' whose scent was so very different from the other boys, the boys who weren't meant for Buffy.
Hormones surged through her body and she was filled with the instinctive need to mate, to reproduce. The same urge that had awakened her and driven her to gnaw through the rope that tied her to her bed, so that she could make her escape into the quiet night.
The scent shifted and Buffy stopped, training her ears, listening for sounds, a heartbeat. Nothing came to her except the gentle breeze through the trees. Frustrated, she growled, then paced forward, trying to pick up the scent.
"Well now, isn't this a surprise."
The voice was familiar and Buffy spun, dropping into a crouch, her hands fisting in front of her. A figure emerged from behind a tree, clad in black, his hair gleaming in the moonlight.
Boy.
Spike smirked at the sight of the slayer, wondering what the Hell she was doing running around campus in a short, silk nightgown with her hair wilder than normal. His eyes narrowed and the smirk faded as she slowly rose to her feet, sniffing the air, then stalked forward, her body moving almost animalistically.
Startled by her strange appearance and attitude, Spike backed up, and Buffy pounced, crashing into him and driving them both to the ground. Before he could even think twice, she was straddling him, pinning his arms down, grinning at him.
"Boy!"
"Get off me," he growled, trying to buck her off.
Her aromatic arousal filled the air and his cock responded automatically, stirring beneath his jeans and thrusting against her bottom. Buffy wiggled.
"Boy mate with Buffy?"
Spike gaped. "Wh--what?"
She ground against his growing erection, smiling happily. "Boy mate with Buffy," she announced with extreme satisfaction.
"Not on your bloody life." Spike managed to free one arm and knocked her off of him.
Buffy rose to a crouch, the smile gone from her face. "Buffy know boy. Boy...bad. Bad boy."
Totally confused, Spike tried to scramble to his feet, only to be shoved over again, this time on his stomach. As she straddled him, Buffy yanked his duster down his arms.
"Oooh, forearms nice." Her fingers ran along his naked forearms, the nails scraping at his muscular skin and sending a shudder through him. He winced in pain as her hips bounced on him, driving his cock into the hard ground. "Buffy like forearms.
"Are you fucking insane? Get off me so we can fight properly." With his mind caught up by his sudden lust for the Slayer, Spike's body didn't seem to know how to get her off his back. He bucked and twisted and tried to reach backwards for her, but she held on tightly.
"No wanna fight. Wanna fuck. Fuck Buffy?"
A spell, it had to be some kind of spell, making the Slayer all weird and horny. All desire to fight her fled from Spike's lust-addled brain and he groaned, accepting his insane desire for his enemy.
She wanted to fuck? He could do that.
Then, he'd break her neck.
He stopped squirming. "This position isn't going to work, luv."
Buffy cocked her head, then grinned and moved off him, flipping him onto his back, the duster caught beneath him. As she again straddled his hips, her hands caught his forearms and she whimpered. "Fuck now, fuck now," she chanted, rubbing against him.
Spike could see her nipples poking against the thin silk of her gown and the heat from her pussy was burning through his jeans. Needing to know if she was wearing any knickers, he flipped the hem of her gown up and gaped at the view of neatly trimmed rich brown curls gleaming with her inner dew.
With a groan of submission, Spike flopped his head back on the dirt and cupped her ass, squeezing until she squealed. Buffy's fingers shoved his t-shirt up and ran over his hard stomach, then pinched his flat nipples. Lowering her head, she nuzzled her nose and mouth across his chest, then gave him a puzzled look.
"No thump thump."
Spike stared at her, then, as she grabbed his hand and stuck it on her breast, realized she meant his heart wasn't beating.
"Thump thump."
"Yeah, well..." Had she forgotten he was a vampire? His fingers tightened around her silk covered breast, and she cooed in pleasure. She dropped her hand from his wrist and scooted down his legs, focusing her attention on his belt and fly. A puzzled look crossed her face and she tugged at the belt.
"Off," she demanded.
One handed, Spike managed to undo his belt and zipper, then Buffy pushed his hand away and yanked his cock out of the opening.
"OW."
Ignoring him, Buffy squeezed and cooed, bouncing on his thighs in eagerness. Spike's eyes crossed as her hot hands rubbed his sensitive glans. It had been many, many years since he'd had a mortal. He'd forgotten how hot they were to the touch.
It was a lovely way to burn.
"Fuck...now." As she growled the commands, she crawled back up his legs and positioned herself over his cock. Struggling with the night gown, she finally yanked it over her head, then smacked her lips in satisfaction. Spike stared up at her naked body hovering over him, the golden skin flushed and slick with perspiration, and groaned deep in his throat as his cock throbbed hungrily. Grunting, she rubbed the tip of his cock along her wet cleft, then impaled herself.
She was an inferno, and so bloody tight. Spike grabbed her hips, holding her onto him as her inner muscles squeezed his cock like a vise. Buffy grabbed his wrists and forced him to guide her, bouncing herself on his cock, grinding her clit against his hard flesh.
"Buffy hot. Buffy tummy feel funny," she babbled as she slammed onto him.
Eyes crossing again, Spike just held on, thrusting up into her, driving for her burning core. She leaned forward, keening softly as the new angle brought her new pleasure, and he lifted his head and caught the tip of one of her swaying breasts between his lips.
"Boy suck tit." She grabbed his shoulders and leaned down farther. "Harder."
Spike nipped and was rewarded with a cry of pleasure and the sight of her face twisting with lust. He sucked hungrily on her nipple, pulling at it as it elongated, listening to her moans and yelps, and pumping ferociously into her tight pussy. He felt her muscles clenching and her body begin to shudder around him, and moved his mouth to her other breast.
"Good spot," she moaned as she ground her clit against the base of his cock. "Touch good spot."
His teeth gnawing at her nipple, he slid one hand around from her hip, dipping it between her churning thighs. Her juices flowed over his fingers as he parted her nether lips and touched her clit. Buffy yelped and bucked against his hand.
"Again."
Rubbing her clit with his middle finger, he watched the bliss flow across her face as her orgasm crashed through her. She mewled and thrust against him, her fingers digging into this shoulders through the thin t-shirt, her pussy nearly crushing his pumping cock.
As Buffy began to come down, sighing in satisfaction, Spike thrust his hips up hard and growled, spilling his semen into her depths. She collapsed on his chest and he let his head fall back, a sappy grin on his face.
Buffy moved off of him and looked down her sweaty body. Dipping her hand between her legs, she brought it up and watched the thick secretions slide down her fingers. "Babies?"
"Huh?"
"Make babies?"
Spike's scattered brain froze with the normal male terror of having sex without any kind of birth control, before he remembered he was a vampire. "I can't make babies, luv."
Buffy's smile of pleasure turned to an angry scowl and she jabbed her fist into his chest. "Make babies."
As she raised back to hit him again, he grabbed her fist. "I can't make babies, you silly twit," he growled, sitting up.
Pulling her hand free, Buffy grew confused and looked back down at her stomach, then patted it. "Buffy need baby. Buffy look for boy. Make baby." Her brow furrowed in deep concentration as she tried to understand. The mating imperative had driven her out of her dorm to find the best potential mate, and it had led her to this boy, this mate. "Buffy's head hurts." She rubbed her throbbing temples.
Fastening his pants and belt, Spike kept one watchful eye on her. He didn't know what had turned her into...well, almost an animal, but she was deadly at any intelligence level.
"Why fuck if no baby?" she finally reasoned out.
"For pleasure." At her baffled look, he sighed and continued. "To feel good."
Enlightenment crossed her face and she nodded. "Buffy feel good." Her hand delved between her legs again and she fingered herself. "Feel real good." Her other hand flew out and cupped his cock through his jeans and it twitched. "Boy feel good, too."
Groaning as fresh lust stormed through him, Spike grabbed her arms and lowered her onto her back. "This time, Spike fuck Buffy."
"Okay." She wrapped her legs around his hips. "NOW."
"I see pushy and bossy stay dominant in your personality even under a spell," he groused as he tugged his t-shirt over his head and her fingers yanked at the button on his jeans.
Breaking her neck could wait...Maybe forever...