END OF INNOCENCE (13/?)
 

"You're so beautiful," Spike said, running his thumb over Willow's cheek.
 

"Am not," she said, smiling impishly.
 

He growled, "Need I prove it?"
 

"Oh yeah," she said huskily, arching against him. His fangs grazed her neck,
his large hand finding her breast and squeezing painfully. She cried out at
the touch, always enjoying it when he played rough. Not that she minded
playing for pleasure, but the roughness never failed to excite her. She felt
the crotch of her pants growing wet from her flowing juices, the denim
rubbing against her clit as she moved. She found Spike's neck, nipping at its
smoothness with gentle bites to counter the roughness of his touch. She heard
the zipper being lowered as cool air hit her bare stomach. Spike pushed her
against the alley wall, the bricks hard against her back. He entered her
savagely, stretching her as he began to thrust. She wrapped her legs around
his waist, gaining the needed balance as she moved down to meet his cock.
Their lips met, tongues battling as fangs rubbed. Willow tightened around
him, knowing they didn't have much time. They spent several minutes mating,
their low cries and growls the only sound in the dark alley. She pierced his
neck as she came, his own fangs finding their home in the smooth column of
her own neck. They came together, their lips meeting in a bloody kiss as they
both calmed down.
 

"We need to finish this," Willow said with a smile, running her tongue over
his lips.
 

He laughed, kissing her forehead, "That's my girl. We can finish this and
then shag some more. But no more alleys. I'm beginning to wonder if we can
fuck anyplace normal."
 

"Oh, baby, you know that I like the bed the best," she said, her hand
stroking his wet cock. "It's just, I get around you and can't control myself.
Then, I don't give a bloody hell where we mate as long as you're buried deep
inside me."
 

He growled softly, feeling himself beginning to harden from her touch and
words. He caught her hand, his eyes narrowing slightly in warning, "Not now,
childe. Let's finish your little game and then go. Can't risk that damn
blonde bitch finding us if we lose control again."
 

"We never lose control, Spike," she said, her eyes serious. "We may lose
ourselves in each others. But, we never lose control."
 

He smiled at the look in her eyes, proud of her fire. She was just shy of two
weeks old, but already she amazed him with her cunning and strength. She was
truly a beautiful vampire, deadly and gorgeous, seductive and innocent. The
perfect combination of intelligence and evil. "Right you are, luv. Now, show
Daddy what you can do."
 

Willow smiled eagerly as he leaned against the far alley wall, his blue eyes
watching her patiently. She straightened her shirt, fastening her pants and
tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear. She loved her sire, and wanted
him to be proud of her. There was nothing more she wanted than to have him
love her. Turning Xander was close, but having Spike's admiration and love
far outweighed the thoughts of having her first love and best friend at her
side for eternity. She looked at the man leaning against the wall, his body
tied tightly with rope, a piece of his own shirt wrapped around his head and
covering his mouth. She saw his wide eyes, the scent of his fear
intoxicating. It was that fear that had spurned her lust, that had made her
want Spike there and then. She moved forward, angling her head slightly and
simply looking at him. She saw him begin to struggle again, rather excited
that he wasn't going to just give up. The struggle was half of the fun.
 

Willow leaned forward, inhaling his fear and the smell of his sweat. She
wondered what he tasted like, if his blood was thin or thick. Would it slide
down her throat with a sweet taste or would it be sour. She had never
realized just how many different ways that blood could taste, but now she
understood. No person tasted the exact the same, Xander being the most
intoxicating of them all. His blood was so wonderful, the perfect mixture of
innocence and darkness, sweet but not too sweet. She always savored the few
drops she could taste, knowing that too much would kill him, yet never really
wanting to stop drinking from him. She couldn't wait until his human
limitations no longer existed. It would be awhile longer though. He was not
ready to embrace the darkness as she had. She could be patient, but she
wasn't sure how long her demon would continue to be appeased with gentle
conversations with Xander instead of what she truly wanted. She shook her
head slightly, knowing that she needed to concentrate on the matter at hand.
Her Daddy was watching and testing her. She would make him proud.
 

"Goodie, you're awake," she said softly, smiling as the boy backed against
the wall as much as he could. "Now we can play."
 

She crouched down, her eyes even with his. Smiling, she removed his gag, her
true face coming forward as he began to beg. "That's it, honey. I want you to
scream for me. That's a good boy. I know you can scream, Forrest. Louder,"
she urged, her fingers digging into his neck as she finished her game.

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