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Rating: NC17
Content: smut, master/slave talk
Spoilers: Set...oh, heck, I dunno, before the end of the show, after Illyria shows up, obviously.
Summary: Illyria takes a pet.
Disclaimer: Not mine, this is sad. They belong to Joss who, in my mind, has given us carte blanche to write whatever the hell we want. The WB doesn't deserve them. :P
A/N: Since my ABOD couldn't be above R, here's some smut.
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"You told me to test her," he protested, clutching the sheet around his hips, trying to ignore the slender fingers tugging at it from behind him.
Angel, arms crossed over his chest, rolled his eyes. "Not with your dick."
"Well, I found out that she's incredibly limber."
There was more eye rolling, focusing on the bluish hand crawling up Spike's naked chest.
"I think I preferred it when she was beating the crap out of you."
"Yeah, that was fun," Spike replied sarcastically. "I'll take this kind of pummeling any day."
The fingers wrapped around the leather collar circling Spike's neck.
"Did you let her put that on you?" Angel asked incredulously.
Spike fidgeted with the sheet, shifted his feet. "She has this thing."
"He's my pet."
"That thing."
"You're on your own, idiot."
The blue, golden and demonic eyes shot to Angel and he fought against squirming. "You are interrupting our copulation. Go away."
Muttering to himself, Angel turned and quickly left the guest suite, "Better him than me, stupid dickhead."
"I heard that, you berk!" As the door closed, Spike turned to see Illyria looking after Angel's departure with interest in her eyes. "No, you don't want him, luv. He's all moody and mopey and can't get it up unless he's suffering."
"I like making men suffer." Her eyes swung back to him and she reached for the sheet again. "It is time for you to suffer again." With an easy move she had the sheet gone and him on his back on the bed, her crouched over him.
"Okay, luv."
Her fingers closed around his half-hard cock and, as she squeezed, his eyes bulged. "Uh, not so hard, luv."
"But I need it hard." Her hand stroked up and he gurgled. "When it is hard, I become all tense, and only it can relieve me." Illyria slid up his body, one hand on his chest, the other bringing his cock to rub against her wet cleft.
"Put me inside you," Spike gasped out, digging his hands into the bedding beneath him.
"Pets don't speak." A quick slash of nails and a part of the sheet became a make-shift gag stuffed in Spike's mouth.
His nostrils flared and his cock throbbed in her not-so-delicate hand. Being the bottom to a gorgeous woman always turned him on hard. His eyes flared golden then darkened to an inky blue as he watched her undulate above him. Reaching up, he cupped one of her breasts, rubbing his palm over the swollen nipple. She made an approving noise and guided his cock inside her.
There she was like a human--hot, wet, tight and soft. Spike groaned and sank into her, his hand circling over her nipple, his fingers pulling lightly at the taut flesh of her breast. His other hand found her waist and rested there lightly as she began to rock. She'd caught on quickly to the whys and wherefores of sex, taking to it like a vampire to blood.
"No wonder humans have spread to every corner of this plane," she moaned, flinging her head back and arching into his hands. "Pleasure in reproduction. We never thought of that."
Your loss, he thought, pinching her nipple until she cried out and ground down on him, driving his cock to the edge of her womb. Her inner muscles clamped around him, squeezing his staff until his eyes crossed and his hips bucked upward. Illyria leaned forward, dragging her hair across his throat, tickling him, her hands curling around his shoulders. She rode him faster, rubbing against him, stimulating both their cool, hard bodies. Her fingers bit into his flesh, the pain making him want her more.
He grunted and groaned, biting into the gag as they fucked each other at an ever increasing pace. Her fingernails broke his skin and the scent of blood sent them both wild. Their bodies pounded together, slamming the headboard against the wall with each hard thrust.
Illyria began to croon, a deep, lusty sound. She dug rivulets down his chest, then licked her lips and bent to taste the blood.
Helplessly caught by his lust, Spike growled and howled and exploded into her, his hands digging into her hip and breast, pulling her down on him as he thrust upwards. He knew the moment she joined him in release, feeling her shudder and lose her rhythm. Her eyes rolled back and she bit his shoulder to hold in her scream.
Replete, they collapsed together, Illyria sprawled atop him, his cock still buried in her. After a moment, she lifted her head, pulled out the gag, and kissed him with bloody lips. "I would break a human," she murmured.
"Yeah, probably," he grunted, limp as a noodle. He watched Illyria rise to her feet over him and hop lightly off the bed, landing like a cat.
"You need a leash," she said conversationally as she ran her hands through her hair and her outfit reformed on her. "I will enjoy showing you off."
"Uh...luv?"
"Mistress."
"Yeah, mistress. You're joking about the leash, right?" Spike tugged on the tight collar, frowning as it refused to part beneath his fingers.
"Do not bother to attempt to cut that from you. It is made from the same material as my outfit and is indestructible."
Sighing he gave up for the moment and lay back on the pillows, watching her wander over to the windows. Sun shown through the necro-tempered glass, glinting off her blue hair, and he stretched languidly, desire stirring in his groin again.
"You will show me this world."
"Okay, fine. At night though. I kind of have this burning up problem in the sun."
She looked over her shoulder, cocked her head to examine him. "Why did you wish to be with me? Is it because of her, my shell? Fred?"
Spike shook his head and pushed himself up on his elbows. "No, it's not because of her. She was just a friend, a special one, but nothing more. You're...you're, I dunno, really powerful and that turns me on."
"You like women who hurt you."
"Yeah, kind of my thing," he replied in a self-deprecating manner.
"And since I like hurting you, we have an accord." Striding across the room, she picked up his clothes as she went, tossing them to him. "Get dressed. Look pretty."
Spike rolled his eyes at her back, but reached for his shirt.
What had he gotten himself into?
The armor transformed into a midnight blue wisp of silk dress that left a lot of golden blue flesh uncovered, including legs that never ended, and he nearly bit his tongue.
Oh, yeah, that.
The End