DISCLAMER: The characters in this story aren't mine. They belong to Joss Whedon.
SPOILERS: None
CATEGORY: Spike and Dru. Historical
RATING: NC17 sex, masturbation, hypocrisy
SUMMARY: A funny, smutty tale of Spike and Dru trying to not have sex for 5 days.
FEEDBACK: Yes please!
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Spike was sprawled lazily in a wing-backed chair before the fire. Outside it was daylight, but as ever the heavy curtains were drawn against the sun. He was smartly dressed and smoking the strong scented Turkish cigarettes that he loved and watching Drusilla. She was sat on the hearth rug before the fire, her long scarlet dress pooled around her. Charmingly she was in deep conversation with an exquisite blonde china doll.
"Spike," Drusilla looked up from her doll, "Miss Edith says that if you keep putting that big thing in my bottom you'll break it!"
"Oh she does, does she?" Spike smiled lazily, "Well, being as how she's grown so wise I'll heed her. I shan't do it anymore!"
Drusilla laughed raucously at the joke, then realised that Spike was not laughing with her. Surely he couldn't mean it?
"You're not serious are you, my darling? No, you wouldn't last five minutes without your pretty little Dru!"
"Five minutes? Why I could manage five hours – days even! Yeah, I could go without fucking you for five days, easy if I wanted!" he boasted. Drusilla was hurt. She pouted then appeared to be conversing with her doll again. "This'll be good!" Spike thought amused. It was.
"Miss Edith says that you should prove it!" Spike's jaw dropped in shock! Five days! Why had he said five days?
"All right, nice joke, sweetheart! You and me both know it'd never happen – you couldn't go that long without me inside you! You'd go mad!" Drusilla glared, hating to have her insanity commented on. "Well no, I didn't mean…"
"Yes you did mean it, you horrid man!" Drusilla appeared flushed and angry in the firelight, "You think that I'd go insane if I didn't have you doing it to me! Well you'll be the one who goes cuckoo not me, Mr Smugface!"
Smiling faintly Spike joined Drusilla on the hearthrug. He started to stroke her hair, careful not to mess up her ringlets. He eyed her cleavage with interest and said, more to Drusilla's breasts than to her,
"Now let's forget all this nonsense shall we? There's a good girl." His lips were parted to kiss the bare skin of Drusilla's décolletage when she hit him hard. The blow was so unexpected that Spike lost his balance and struck his head on the brass fender surrounding the hearth. Shocked and in some pain he picked himself up. Blood was trickling into his eye from a cut on his forehead. "What the fuck was that about?"
"There's a good girl! There's a good girl!" Drusilla mimicked, "You always talk to me like I'm a child and I'm not! I made you and that makes me the grown-up, not you! And if I say, no naughties for five days that's what's going to happen!"
"But look, you hurt me!" Spike's fingers were investigating his wound. (Nothing much, already closing, should be gone by tomorrow.) He licked the blood off his fingers, lapping it slowly and sensuously, showing what a delicious treat it was. "I need you to nurse me, darling!" He smiled at her, at once both needy and seductive. Drusilla licked her lips, sorely tempted to lick the bleeding wound, but she resisted. She knew that his blood was a powerful aphrodisiac. Her voice wavered a little, though as she told him,
"No, you can manage on your own, for once! You've been a wicked boy and must be chastised! No visiting Mistress Pussy for five days! Now I'm going to bed, you will sleep in the chair." Then as an afterthought, "No cheating! I'm leaving Miss Edith to keep an eye on you!" and sure enough she placed the porcelain doll in a chair opposite the unfortunate Spike.
"Nighty night!" she trilled and blowing him a kiss swept out of the parlour.
Spike sighed, unsure how a gently teasing Drusilla had resulted in no sex for five days. Just how had be been so wicked? Outside he delighted in being the wicked killer vampire no doubt, but inside when he was at home with Drusilla he was gentle and affectionate. Spike sighed again. There was no use trying to fathom Drusilla's whims. He had only been with her a few amazing years and sometimes she still exasperated him.
Spike got up, a little shakily and went into the kitchen to wash the blood off his head under the tap. The fresh cold water invigorated him and as he raked his fingers through his sopping wet hair he murmured,
"Much better! All I need now is a shag!" then instantly remembered that was the thing he was not going to get. Not for five days! Of course the more Spike thought about it the worse his need became and by the time he had returned to his chair in the parlour he had an stiffy in urgent need of attention. Still, no problem there, his hand had been his lover more often than he cared to admit before that night with Drusilla in Shanghi. A change might be pleasant!
Spike arranged himself more comfortably on the chair and slowly unbuttoned his breeches and his underwear. He looked down with pride, he certainly did have a "big thing"! The head was already turning purple with need. He smiled to himself, knowing that he had only himself to please, quite a luxury! Slowly and lazily he stroked the shaft of his cock, then along his scrotum and then circled his anus with a finger. It was a pleasant silky sensation, but his penis was jealously demanding his attention. Spike spat in his palm and took his shaft firmly in hand - then he made the mistake of looking up!
Miss Edith was sitting glaring at him with her evil dolly eyes! Dru's words of "No cheating!" rang in Spike's head. He ignored it and started to pleasure himself anew, but the pretty little porcelain doll was really putting him off!
"Bugger this!" He got up and somewhat hobbled by the trousers round his ankles, shuffled over to the doll. Somehow he didn't quite like to touch her, especially as she was staring disapprovingly at his genitals. He covered her carefully with the antimacassar from the chair back and struggled back to his seat.
Once back there he found it hard to regain his initial enthusiasm. He had the insane idea that Miss Edith's glass eyes were watching him through their linen covering. Spike closed his eyes and began to caress himself. That felt better! He was rock hard again. He pressed his palm to the weeping eye of his helmet for an scintillating moment then took himself firmly in hand and began to pump to his own private rhythm. The starring doll retreated to a corner of his mind and he smiled. Just for the hell of it he delayed his orgasm, then for no reason in particular his mind strayed…
He remembered when he was a fourteen year old boy called William. He had been a sad and lonely youth, who got all of his pleasure from reading, stories and poems and masturbation. As a well brought up young Victorian he knew that his secret vice was wrong, but he could not resist. Then, one night he had been vigorously pleasuring himself and the door opened, candle-light illuminated the room and his shocked Mother was standing in the doorway. The shame of being caught was unbearable - far worse than the pain of the rapped knuckles his mother had sorrowfully given him.
A good thirty years later, long after William's death, Spike relived that shame. The memory made his willy go limp in his hand. Spike swore under his breath then buttoned himself up. Obviously he would be getting no sex in any shape or form tonight! Although he knew it was madness he was sure that Miss Edith was smirking at him from under her embroidered shroud!
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Drusilla woke up late that evening to the sound of a fox screaming.
"Just like a ghost howling in eternal torment!" she thought happily. She turned over in bed to wake Spike with a kiss and realised he was not there. Then she remembered insisting that they could not have each other for five days. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now she had no idea why she had done it. All she knew was that he was not in her bed and she really wanted him!
"Oh Spike, why are you such a naughty boy?", she moaned and punched his pillow a few times. "Never mind, baby boy, Mummy still loves you!" Drusilla hugged the pillow and buried her face in it. She could smell Spike on the pillow, the smell of his hair and skin, the cologne that he had started to wear now that he had become something of a dandy. She imagined going downstairs to poor Spike, sleeping uncomfortably by the fire and seducing him. The thought made her so aroused that she slipped her fingers down to her private place and began to stroke herself.
"Round and round the Mulberry Bush," she crooned to herself as her fingers circled her nubbin, "In and out of the Eagle," she slipped three fingers from the other hand inside herself and moved them in and out, again and again until… "Pop goes the weasel!" she came. Then, of course, she did it all over again. Drusilla enjoyed her game so much that she forgot her plan to seduce Spike. She kissed the pillow that smelled of him, then pushed it between her legs, grasping it tight. Again she orgasmed, giggling with pleasure. Who needed grumpy old Spike?
Once washed and dressed Drusilla went downstairs to her lover. The fire had gone out and Spike was sprawled in the chair awkwardly like a gangly rag doll. Cheerfully Drusilla shock him awake.
"Wake up sleepy head! There's gallons of yummy blood calling to us out there! But lazy boys won't get any!"
"That's not all I won't be getting!" Spike remembered sleepily. Then he noticed the delicious smell of sex coming from Drusilla. Had she been unfaithful while he slept? No, it was just her own subtle musk.
"Drusilla, my pet," he asked, "Been cheating have we?"
"No of course not! I never cheat!" She noticed the cloth over Miss Edith, "No like you…you… you cheat! Look what you've done to my poor dolly!" She fussed over the doll, "Looks she's been crying you heartless man! You've mussed her pretty yellow hair with your mischief! Bad Spike!"
"Yeah well I'm sorry, Dru, but she gives me the creeps! Couldn't sleep with those nasty little eyes staring at me!"
"Couldn't cheat, more like, badness!" Drusilla smiled knowingly.
"No, not at all! You know I'd never do that," Spike lied. "Come on I thought we were off out – I'm starving!"
Spike and Drusilla set off into the mild Autumn night together. After a while Drusilla linked her arm with Spike's. He wondered if she was relenting but said nothing. He relished having her so close, hoping that her whim be forgotten. They came to one of London's many municipal graveyards and stopped.
"I'll see you back at home then, baby!" Dru said. "Will you be alright without me?"
"Of course, you noodle!" he grinned, "Off playing ghosts again?" Spike had wondered why she was wearing a demure white frock. She delighted in haunting unsuspecting men in graveyards then seductively luring them to their grizzly deaths.
"Oh yes!" she smiled broadly, showing all her pretty little teeth. "I'm having such fun playing with a parson, silly man doesn't know if he's coming or going!"
"Well so long as there's no coming!" Spike muttered under his breath.
Unexpectedly Drusilla gave Spike a brief hug, pressing her body to his. She kissed his lips meltingly on the lips. Instantly Spike was ready for action, craving more, but Dru smiled mischievously and skipped off into the graveyard.
"Bitch!" Spike moaned with exasperation. He was really aroused, especially since he had been frustrated last night. He felt like he really would go cuckoo, as Drusilla predicted. Still, he was in a quiet area, what was to stop him having a quick wank down an alleyway? Not what he'd usually do, but he was becoming desperate!
He was standing in the darkest part of an alley with his length in hand, pumping away merrily when a voice startled him.
"Want an `and with that, dearie? Hapenny to finish you off, or tuppence to dip yer wick."
Obviously the alley was frequented by whores as well as self abusers! With regret Spike stopped what he was doing and said,
"Step a little closer, so I can see what I'm getting." Even Spike could not make her out well in the darkness. The lady of the night was banking on not being seen properly. She had been on the game way too long and however much make-up she plastered on her face she was ugly. Not of course that was her face that her punters were interested in! Obediently she stepped forward.
"What's it to be then, handsome?" she asked, not really caring. In the darkness she did not see Spike's face change demonically. He grasped her tightly and sank his fangs deep into her jugular. He fed ravenously, tearing at her throat as he went. The woman screamed briefly then fell silent. As Spike drank he thought cheerfully,
"Never turn down a free meal!" The words "tuppence to dip yer wick." Echoed eerily through his head. It dawned on him that he could use his victim in more than one way! It wasn't that he had never fucked victims in the past but they had been exceptionally attractive and this one… Still she wasn't quite gone yet and a dying whore would be better than nothing!
With some force of effort he stopped feeding, then stroked his still exposed penis back to life. He arranged the woman against the wall, "Tuppence to dip…" she murmured by reflex, more dead than alive.
"Oh, I'll give you tuppence alright!" he muttered, lifting her skirt and petticoats. A foul stench of rotting fish, only way worse wafted out. "Bugger me, don't you people ever wash?" Spike was nearly gagging. He left her to die without finishing his meal. All his amorous designs were destroyed and worse, if the prostitute was diseased he would have indigestion later on! Dispiritedly Spike made for the nearest pub to drown his sorrows.
When he got back to the lair Drusilla was bubbling over with amusement and eager to tell Spike all about her adventures. She either ignored or perhaps did not notice her mate's dejection.
"Oh Spike, you'd have laughed! I told him that I was the spirit of a Miss Molly Pilkington, who had been done to death by her wicked Stepfather. She refused to let him do deeds to foul to mention upon her person!" Drusilla giggled, then went on, "I told him I was doomed to walk the earth for eternity unless I found a true soul to defend me…"
"But I'm your own true knight, I'll defend you, sweetheart!" Spike was almost moved to tears by the tale.
"No, silly! It's just a story! Remember, I get him all involved and then I gobble him up! Yum! We've made an assignation for midnight sharp tomorrow when he will perform the ritual to set my soul free. He must bring 3 oranges, a pineapple, a big sharp knife and a new doll with him."
"What, are you going to do, make fruit salad? And why the doll, anyway?"
"Because I like dolls, silly!" Drusilla did not like having the brilliance of her plan criticised. "Then when he's all naked and shivering I…"
"Naked! So while I'm suffering, going without, you're fucking some bloody priest in a graveyard!" Spike was furious.
"No, you've got it all wrong! It's just to make him humiliated." Spike really was spoiling her fun! "What's the matter with you? You should see him! Yuk! I wouldn't want to cheat with him, you horrid man!"
"I'm sorry, baby! It's just that I've got this pain in my guts. Ate someone who disagreed with me." If Spike hoped for sympathy he was in for a disappointment.
"Well you should take more care in who you eat, instead of criticising me, clever-clogs!" She snapped, then, "Don't forget you're sleeping down here again. Serves you right!" Then blowing her crestfallen lover a kiss she climbed the wooden hill to Bedfordshire.
A disgruntled Spike spent his second day in the chair, this time too under the weather to think of cheating.
~Part: 2~
The next night found them walking towards the Cemetery again, only this time Drusilla was too excited to link arms. She danced every step of the way, running rings around the taciturn Spike.
"Oh I'm going to make such a fool of the silly man!" she enthused. "He's going to do everything I say to save poor ghostie Molly and then Boo! I'm going to gobble him all up! The dead leaves are chattering with glee and moon is shining her blessing on my merry jape!"
"Don't know why you can't just eat the poor sod!"
"Oh Spike you've no sense of style! There's more to killing than plain slaughter. It's art and excitement, drama – all the fun of the fair!" Dru illustrated this with a dance her arms swooping gracefully through the air to kill some unsuspecting victim.
"Yeah I know! Heard it all from His Nibs!"
"Well then, don't be such a misery-guts!" Drusilla simpered, "You're a grumpy boy because you're missing my botty, aren't you?"
"No of course not!" Spike lied, "It's only been two days, I'm fine!" By this time they had reached the graveyard.
"Well alright then! Bye!" Dru was eager to complete her ploy and hurried off.
"Don't I get a hug then?" Spike asked miserably.
"What and have you rub that great bulge against me, cheat?" It was true, Spike was painfully hard and all he wanted was his lovely Dru in his arms. Well, he wanted way more than that, but Spike was a romantic soul! He watched miserably as Drusilla ran gracefully into the graveyard. He resolved to wait the whole five days without cheating and proud of his noble resolve set off into the fresh London night in search of a meal.
Once in the graveyard Drusilla became the ghost of poor, wronged Molly Pilkington. She wooshed and swooped and moaned like a soul in torment. She whirled randomly round tombstones and skipped over graves, all the time getting nearer to the marble tomb guarded by gilded cherubs where she had arranged to meet Parson Goodbody. As she wafted closer she smiled to see that the dupe was already there. What was more the fruit, knife and doll were ready on the tomb. On closer inspection however Drusilla realised that one detail was wrong. Parson Goodbody was still wearing his long underwear.
"Alas, cruel mortal! Alas!" Drusilla moaned eerily, "I will be doomed to roam the earth forever…"
"Is that you, Miss Pilkington?" the parson peered into the darkness, "Did I do something wrong?"
"For the ritual you must be naked. Alas!"
"But I thought as it's a cool night…"
"Alas!" Drusilla shrieked loudly causing a cloud of bats to take flight and the cleric to strip off his skivvies. She stood making ghostly movements and tried not to laugh. Parson Goodbody most certainly did not live up to his name! He managed to be at once skinny and to have a pot-belly. There were clumps of hair in most improbable places and his body and his penis - well Drusilla charitably decided to blame it on the night air!
Drusilla drifted closer and supervised the ritual sacrifice of the doll. The naked minister lay the doll in the centre of the marble tomb and then halved the pineapple and oranges and arranged them as instructed round the doll.
"Mmmm, fruit salad like Spike said." Drusilla thought to herself, "Still I won't be doing what he thought I would. Although it would serve him right if I did!" No sooner had Drusilla had the thought that the familiar tingling began in her secret places. She knew there was only one way to deal with it. Rapidly she unbuttoned her white dress and let it drop to the floor, removed her corset and then stripped off her chemise, bloomers and stockings. She stood naked before the parson, who's mouth was hung open in disbelief She was pleased to notice that when erect Parson Goodbody was at least of average size!
Slowly Drusilla began to dance. It was like her ghost dance, but more slow and sensual. She took her breasts in her hands and began to fondle them then slipped her left hand before her legs. This was too much for the parson who's penis spurted a small jet of semen.
"Bother the man!" Drusilla thought, "At this rate he'll have finished before I have any fun at all!" She walked slowly towards him but to her annoyance he backed away. Finally he found his voice.
"Madam, what do you want of me?" Struggling to keep a straight face Drusilla replied.
"To complete the ceremony and release my tortured soul you must plunge something long and hard inside me!"
"No! Not the knife! I am a man of the cloth and could never take a human life!"
Drusilla sighed and stared pointedly at the cleric's erection.
"Plunge something long and hard inside you?" he spluttered. "You mean you want me to have marital union with you?"
The parson quickly overcame his initial shock. Like many men of his era he saw women as either saints or whores. He had assumed the strange wraith to be a "saint" but now she was like the women he took his pleasure with at his local brothel.
"You are a child of Hell, evil to the bone!" Drusilla wondered how he knew! "You prey on decent men to fed your carnal appetites, you monster of depravity!" Drusilla stood before him fondling her breasts and moving gently to some inner music. She noticed that whatever the preacher was saying his pecker was saying something else! It was hard and throbbing with lust. "Look at you, naked in your sin, pawing what Satan has given you to lure men from the paths of righteousness, you vile huzzy!"
"You deserve to be beaten and shamed before honest folk!" he continued, "Yet I am a kind and merciful man and I perceive your need. I will give you what you crave!" The hypocrite reached out and took one of Drusilla's breasts in his hand and fondled it for a moment, then squeezing it hard he pulled the vampiress towards him. She gave a little squeal of pleasure. He kissed her with his oily mouth, holding her close with one arm and pinching her nipples with the other. The sensation made Drusilla giggle. "Like that do you, slut?" He moved his mouth down and dug his teeth into the milky whiteness of her full breasts, then he bit down hard on her nipples, which resulted in more giggles! She was unlike any whore he'd ever been with!
He pushed a horny finger inside her vagina and briefly finger-fucked her. The naked brunette gazed deeply into his eyes and murmured, "Take me, Daddy!"
"I will satisfy your craving, my child!" he lifted her onto the tomb where they had been about to sacrifice the doll.
"Urgh, no, the juice will get in my hair and make it all sticky!" Drusilla protested, but Parson Goodbody ignored her protests. He arranged her on the tomb with her legs wide apart then he thrust himself into her. A scant minute of grunting and shoving and his face contorted violently. He rested a moment then he got off Drusilla climbed down from the tomb and started to dress. Drusilla sat up and discovered she had been lying on half a pineapple.
"Was that it?" She asked politely.
"So you expect payment for your sin do you, whore?" he began to preach again, "The wages of sin is death…" Drusilla pounced on him, ripped out his throat and fed with great relish!
After she had finished she arranged the Parson Goodbody still naked and exposed on the tomb. Kind-heartedly she placed his neatly folded clothes as a pillow under his head and arranged the fruit on his ugly body. "Much better!" she commented. The tabloids were to refer to it as "The Fruit Salad Murder". She looked round for the doll and discovered that it's face had been smashed. "Never mind, Poppet!" she told her, "My Spike will mend you with glue and you shall join Miss Edith and the others!"
Luckily for Drusilla Spike was blind drunk when she got home so did not notice the combined smell of sex and fruit juice on his sire. He was sprawled out sound asleep on the hearthrug, having decided the only way to take his mind off wanting Drusilla was to get inebriated! Dru tiptoed into the kitchen to wash away the traces of her night's debauchery.
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The next evening when Drusilla came downstairs Spike was still in exactly the same position. A human would have worried, but as her man had already been dead for 25 years or so Drusilla merely stepped over him on her way into the kitchen. Surprisingly she was searching for something in the mending basket by the chair. She rummaged through the useless needles and threads until she found what she was looking for – a darning mushroom!
Despite last night's encounter with the parson Drusilla had felt frustrated when she woke up. She had been about to satisfy herself with her fingers again when she remembered her sister used to giggle about what you could do with a darning mushroom. Of course as a prissy human Drusilla had been shocked but now, well it seemed worth a try!
She looked at the wooden sewing aid. It was quaint and yet practical, looking just like an oversized mushroom that had accidentally been made out of wood. Drusilla brushed her lips over the top of the mushroom, then licked it. It felt smooth again her tongue. She took the stem in her mouth and sucked first the tip and then the stem it as if it was an undersized cock. Undersized or not, it would do!
Pausing to make sure the was no sound from the parlour Drusilla slipped off her drawers and slid the stem of the mushroom inside her. The feeling was pleasant and she chuckled, softly then bent up her left leg onto the chair so that she had more room to manoeuvre. She moved the mushroom in and out, pressing it against her clit. Her naughty sisters had been right, it felt good. She closed her eyes and forgot everything but pleasuring herself.
Meanwhile Spike woke up from his drunken stupor. He had drunk enough to be feeling hung-over, vampire or not. He pissed copiously in the chamber pot in the corner, of the parlour then blundered into the kitchen to put his head under the tap. Even in his sorry state he was quick enough to catch a glimpse of Drusilla hastily pulling her skirts down.
"And what have we here then?" he asked smugly, "Caught you playing with yourself didn't I? Cheat!" As if to confirm this something wooden clattered onto the flag floor, and rolled towards him. Spike picked it up, sniffed it and then could not resist licking it clean, thoroughly. He loved the taste of his sire's intimate juices.
"Looks you're the one that couldn't hack it, then, eh Miss Goodie Two Shoes!"
"No you've got it wrong, silly! It's been 5 days already. I was just amusing myself because you were too drunk to be of any use to poor Drusilla!"
"It has not been 5…" then Spike's poor booze-addled brain realised – if Drusilla thought it was 5 days it could be! "No, silly me, of course it has been! Must be the drink!" He smiled. "We've both proved that we can go without each other for 5 days. Well done us – let's fuck!"
Drusilla grinned broadly showing all pretty little teeth. She lifted up her skirts and exposed her moist pussy to her lover. Delighted Spike buried his face between her thighs and licked noisily. He ran his tongue on either side of her nubbin then began to massage the swollen clit with his tongue, moving slowly up towards to her most sensitive spot. Drusilla was already gasping with pleasure. Using the tip of his tongue Spike pushed his ripe black goddess into orgasm. She to howled with pleasure and he relished the throb of her orgasm.
Suddenly Spike could ignore his own needs no longer. He roughly dragged Drusilla off the chair and onto the floor. He ignored squeals of , "It's too cold for my bottom!" and pushed up her legs so that her ankles were on either side of his neck. Spike's haste to release his aching cock was so great that he pulled off most of the buttons of his flies! Gratefully he plunged inside her and began to thrust hard. Drusilla was screaming, partly because he was too big for her in this position, but mostly from pleasure. Spike closed his eyes and relished the feeling of being back where he belonged after 3 three whole days of celibacy! As he pounded into her he wondered if he ever could live without Drusilla. He knew the answer was "No".
He paused and asked "Sore, Baby?" Drusilla nodded, so he moved her legs from his shoulders and thrust a little more gently. Now he was aware of her breasts jiggling invitingly under him. The dress showed just enough of them to make him desperate to see more. Spike kissed the silky skin of her cleavage then ripped all the way down from the neck to the waist of the dress. He grinned wickedly as Drusilla protested, "Oh my pretty dress!" and she then forgot all about it as his mouth latched onto her nipple and began to suckle.
Drusilla was gasping with pleasure. She reached down and fondled her man's ivory smooth buttocks and was rewarded with a growl. Golden eyes looked up at her under a distorted brow. She gasped with pain as he bit into her breast and began to feed on her, but her pain triggered the huge Tsunami of an orgasm that had been brewing since her bodice had been ripped. Drusilla roared with delight and Spike added his voice to hers as he came violently inside her. He spurted out 3 days of pent up frustration almost blacking out with violence of the release.
For a while he stayed where he was, totally exhausted, then he lay next to his woman, who was tending to the bite on her breast.
"I'm sorry, my love, is it painful?" he asked his human face returning.
"No my sweet lambkin, it's nothing at all! The teensiest of tiny mouse nibbles."
"Darling, let's never do that again!"
"But I like doing it! You seemed to as well…"
"No!" Spike smiled patiently at his girl, "Let's never stay apart from each other ever again." Drusilla tenderly kissed her agreement.
Miss Edith, however, watched the romantic scene with a cynical glint in her glass eyes. "I'll give it a hundred years!" she thought.
THE END