“That’s right, luv,” he encouraged, “come for me.”

She let out a low moan that set him ablaze with lust and caused him to grow even harder than he already was. As she came, he gently lapped at her pussy, coaxing her through her orgasm.

He quickly wriggled out of his pants and underwear, nearly tearing the fabric to shreds. She was still in a storm of ecstasy when he took his hard cock and positioned it at her entrance. He slowly pushed his hard cock inside of her, causing both of them to hiss.

“You’re so hot and tight,” Spike moaned, “it burns so good.”

He began to fuck her with tempered thrusts, gradually increasing. Her cries of bliss were music to his ears. His thumb found its way to her clit and circled the nub.

“Spike,” she called, “I’m almost there! Please don’t stop!”

Her eyes were tightly shut, as if the pleasure was too much for her.

“Slayer,” he rasped, “Buffy… look at me!”

Her eyes opened and they conveyed one emotion… need. Need for him. For this. Forever.

He gritted his teeth and pounded her into the mattress, his thumb working its magic on her clit.

She let out a wail as she came, her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock until he felt like he would shatter. He stopped moving entirely, fearing his dick would burst like a bubble if he didn’t.

Buffy lay there for a moment, quite sated and content until she realized that he had not come yet. She pushed him over onto his back and rose over him. She took his cold cock in her hands, and used her own juices as lubricant as she started to stroke him.

“Buff… almost,” he groaned unintelligibly, “want… in…”

She stopped the hand job she was performing and slowly inserted his cock into her pussy.

Looking up into her eyes, Spike issued a challenge. “Slayer,” he said gruffly, “ride me as hard and fast as you want. Let’s see if you can make me come.”

The Slayer started moving at a fast pace, her pussy muscles milking his cock. He still held on, wanting to make this moment last.

Suddenly, he felt her mouth and his throat, and she bit down on his neck and it was enough to cause him to go over the edge.

And his world exploded into a million different pieces.

Spike awoke with a happy smile on his face and reached over to cradle Buffy in his arms. However, all he discovered was a bare spot where the Slayer *should* have been.

And his heart sank when he realized that she was gone.

Silently, the tears streamed down his face as he was reminded once again that she wanted nothing to do with a monster like him. No matter how much the monster tried to be a man, he was still just an evil, disgusting thing.

“I’m just a common whore to her,” he said out loud to himself, “a monster who is just good enough for fucking and not anything else.”

Spike forced himself to clear his mind and it wasn’t until three hours later that he finally got back to sleep.

THE END