SHAGGED
 Continued.....
 


Written by: Christy

Summary: All the smutty goodness between Smashed & Wrecked, season 6 spoilery. A challenge issued by Nauti.
Legal Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and UPN
Quality Disclaimer: I don't think I've written any exceptional smut in the past. I think it's my weak point, so this was indeed a challenge. Please tell me what you think.
Comments: I haven't written a Fic in a long time. Nauti's challenge was just too good to resist. So, this is what comes of an hour and a half in rush hour traffic with nothing to do but think smutty thoughts, shopping at the only Target on the north side of Chicago during the holiday shopping season, two Mike's Hard Lemonades and a packof cigarettes. I hope someone enjoys it! Feedback: Yes please, but no flames from prudes please. You've been warned. ChristyRae75@aol.com





Such a simple statement but it was the most complex, eloquent sentence Spike had ever tried to wrap his brain around. He pulled out of her slowly, trying not to hurt her again. Gently he rolled her over onto her stomach and began to kiss and lick his way down her back. Buffy sighed and stretched under him, nervous but excited and growing more and more aroused as she realized which option he was going for. As Spike gazed at the delicate skin of her perfectly rounded behind he took a great deal of male pride in the finger-shaped bruises he had marked her with during their earlier coupling.

He spent what felt like hours kissing and caressing every inch of her bottom with his lips and tongue. And, as much as they had done already, Buffy was still shocked when Spike parted her cheeks and delicately circled her puckered opening with the point of his tongue. A small "Eeep" of surprise escaped her mouth and her body flushed hotly in embarrassment but she soon moaned as she let the pleasure wash over her. Spike slowly stroked himself as he lubricated her opening with saliva. As drops of pre-cum began to trickle down his cock he rubbed them into his flesh preparing himself to show her a whole new way of finding ecstasy. He raised up to his hands and knees and leaned down licking her ear lobe and whispering in her ear for her to get up on all fours. She did as he requested as though entranced. Spike placed the head of his cock at her opening. Buffy tensed in fear so he leaned forward and began caressing the breasts that swayed slightly from her body. He played with her nipples and kissed her neck, relaxing her and when he knew she was ready he moved forward, penetrating her slowly, centimeter by centimeter. Buffy gasped at the feeling of fullness and painful stretching. It hurt but in the best way. It was so taboo and naughty that she spasmed and let down a flood of wetness just thinking about what he was doing to her.

He was draped over her body. Her hands were flat on the floor and his were on top of hers, their fingers entwined.

When he was finally in as deep as he could go, he began withdrawing a little bit at a time, using very short, shallow thrusts to get her accustomed to being fucked this way. Buffy gnashed her teeth and whimpered but this time he could tell she whimpered from enjoyment.

"Tell me you want it Slayer. Just tell me you want this."

"Spike..."

"Come on. I need to hear you say it."

"Don't play with me Spike. Just do it."

"Do what Buffy?"

"Fuck me."

"Fuck you where baby?"

"Spike" she whined.

"Spike what? Just say it and I'll make you feel so good." "I hate you."

"I hate you too. Can't you tell?"

"Fuck me in the ass Spike. NOW!"

He felt like he was in heaven. Hearing her say those words and being inside her; nothing had ever felt this good before. She was so tight, he thought the pressure might turn him to dust right there on the spot. He gradually increased the length of his thrusts and his speed. Buffy was soon moaning and fondling herself. As the tempo increased Spike's thrusts became more powerful. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back while he pushed into her. Both of them were breathing heavily and straining towards orgasm. As she fingered her clit, her muscles tightened like a vice.

Spike was nearly mindless in his thrusting now. He forced her head down with his hand making her ass rise up to meet his thrusts. Her cheek was pressed to the floor and the combination of her fingers manipulating her clit, Spike's thrusts and his balls slapping lightly on her engorged labia made Buffy come with a silent scream. Her muscles contacted around Spike and he came flooding into her, holding her about the waist, trying not to crush her into the floor. They were glued together by her sweat and their mingled fluids.

Buffy couldn't believe what she'd just allowed him to do to her, what she'd asked him to do to her. Somehow she didn't care as much as she thought she should. She was sore and sticky but she felt alive too and more satisfied than she had ever felt before. She was ready to give herself over to the oblivion of sleep but Spike, she realized, had other plans. He pulled out and pulled them both up so they were on their knees her back to his chest. He inhaled their scent and kissed her neck and cheek. Caressing her sides he turned her to face him. She was practically a ragdoll in his arms.

"Don't worry baby. I won't hurt you anymore tonight." He kissed her tenderly on the lips, his tongue gaining entrance and tasting her. He gently lay her back on the floor and began kissing his way down her front the same way he had her back. He worshipped her breasts and navel with his tongue and she floated somewhere between consciousness and sleep.

Only when he lightly kissed the curls at the apex of her thighs did she come rushing back to reality. He was going to kill her. Surely another orgasm would kill her. Well, maybe not, she thought as he parted her nether lips and began thrusting his tongue in and out of her. He was fucking her with his tongue. He licked her gently wanting to soothe her swollen, abused flesh. It didn't take long for her body to tense again.

Every muscle became taut and clenched. She arched off the floor waiting for that moment when the walls of her cunt would collapse and undulate in orgasm.

Spike sensed the moment and thrust his tongue as deep as possible letting her walls stroke his tongue as he swallowed her juices and listened to her quiet moans.

Buffy felt invigorated and reached down to pull Spike up for a kiss. As she explored the inside of his mouth she tasted their mingled fluids on his tongue and pondered the blessing of a vampire's lack of inhibitions. She knew morning was approaching but she wasn't quite ready for this to end yet.

He was hard again and she had an idea. She sat up and pushed him down on his back. They simply looked at each other for several moments. Her hair was wild, her mouth was swollen and she still sported bruises and scratches and smudges of dried blood. His hair was a riot of short curls and he was marked by her scratches and bite marks as well. His eyes, God, how could his eyes look so sweet and innocent after the things they'd done to each other? she silently wondered.

She leaned over him and flicked his nipples with her tongue making him sigh and grasp her head. She was having none of that though. She shook her head lightly to break his grasp and descended on his cock. She studied it for a moment before licking the head like a melting ice cream cone. This time when he grasped her head she wanted him to. She sucked lightly at first, going down a little bit further with each stroke. When she reached the base she suddenly began to suck harder, going up and down as fast as she could with out choking. She was devouring him with her mouth and fondling his sac with one of her small hands. Spike was moaning and growling deep in his chest.

She took a great deal of pride in evoking such sounds from him. She stopped and lifted her head abruptly. He opened his eyes and looked at her pleadingly. She smiled wickedly and as he watched she slowly licked her own hand from palm to fingertips, getting it wet so she could stroke him and suck him at the same time. When she took him in her mouth again, she focused on the head of his penis with her mouth and used her lubed hand to grip the base tightly. When she felt him tense and his balls tighten she squeezed the base tighter and sucked the head with all her might swallowing every drop of cum as it shot to the back of her throat. When she looked up and met his eyes she smiled and flicked her tongue out to catch a stray drop at the corner of her mouth.

Spike knew that if he lived a thousand years, nothing would ever compare to that moment. As he calmed and watched her, he realized she wasn't sure what to do next. He grabbed her forearms. Yanked her up his body, kissed her once hard and settled her down in the crook of his arm where they both quickly fell into a deep sleep. Just before she succumbed to sleep Buffy realized that for the first time she had truly touched her own darkness and she liked it.

 


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