END OF INNOCENCE (8/?)
 

Willow felt Spike's mouth on hers and knew there was no going back. His word,
that single four letter word, had sealed her fate. Before the end of the
night, she was going to die. She pushed the momentary fear she felt as she
realized that this would be the last day that she ever saw. It made her wish
she had enjoyed the sun's rays a bit more on the walk over. She really didn't
like the sun much, but knowing that she was going to lose the ability to
choose whether she was out in it or not, well, it made her miss it a bit. She
felt Spike's fingers dig into her ass as he bit her lip. She moaned in
pleasure, realizing that he wanted her full attention and was fully aware
that she had drifted from what was happening. He had given her no definite
answer on Xander, but she had seen the consent in his eyes. Xander would be
hers, as soon as the boy agreed. She smiled slightly, her mind bringing forth
images of how she could pursuade him to say yes.
 

"With me," Spike demanded, seeing the faraway look in the girl's eyes and
knowing that she was lost in thought. He had every intention of enjoying this
night. Not only was it their first night together, her first night with
anyone, but it would be the only chance he had to shag her as a human. To
feel her warmth pressed against him. That was something he wanted to savor,
despite the demon's demands to sink into her and claim her immediately.
 

Willow nodded, moving against him, "Always with you, Spike."
 

He smiled, moving her towards the blankets he had piled in the corner. It was
rather annoying that their first time would be on the cool stone floor, with
only a few tattered blankets under them, but he would make sure he bought her
a huge bed with silk sheets the next day. He pushed her to the floor, his
mouth staying locked on hers the entire way down. He removed her shirt
easily, hearing her moan as his cold hand enclosed her breast. He teased her
nipple with his finger and thumb, twisting the nub until it was hardened. He
moved his mouth from hers finally, remembering that this time she needed to
breathe. Soon, though, he'd be able to kiss her for hours without once
stopping. Bloody hell, she's going to mine before the sun rises, he realized
with a start. His plans had been speeded ahead much faster than he had
figured. Oh well, he decided as his mouth latched onto one of her nipples,
who was he to complain?
 

Willow cried out as he places small kisses and bites all over her breasts.
She arched against him, feeling his thigh between her legs. She was so glad
that she had worn a skirt. She moved against his leg, needing some friction
to ease the tightening she felt there. She heard him chuckle as he moved his
leg, the husky sound of his tsk tsking against her abdomen. She felt tears of
frustration as he held her hips down, his teeth scraping her flesh as he drew
the zipper of her skirt down. Why was he being so damned slow? Wasn't he a
vampire? He was supposed to be so overcome with lust and desire that he
fucked her hard and rough. She groaned again, feeling his bare chest brush
against her legs. Cool hands touched her lower stomach, teasing the red curls
between her legs. She bit into her lip, waiting for his touch on her wetness.
Instead, there was the sound of ripping as he removed her panties with one
quick jerk. She felt him shift and opened her eyes, surprised to see him
kneeling between her legs, his eyes on her face. He had a thoughtful look in
his eyes as he watched her.
 

"Who do you belong to?" he asked softly, moving his fingers in circles along
her upper thigh.
 

"You," she said just as softly.
 

"Who do you obey?"
 

"You."
 

"Who is your sire? Your mate? Your lover?"
 

"You..you...only you."
 

His eyes flashed yellow as he smiled, his fangs extending as she watched. She
never heard the sound of his zipper being lowered, too caught up in his eyes
to listen. She watched him lower his head, placing a kiss between her legs.
She gasped as his tongue snaked into her wetness, exploring her warmth in a
very personal way. She felt his fingers move along her stomach as he
continued to feast on her, his tongue bringing her to the edge before moving
away. She moaned as he continued to tease her, listening to the soft begging
that she knew was coming from her. She had never realized that the
anticipation could be so erotic...so intense. She had no idea what he was
going to do and it turned her on more than she ever had dared think.
 

Spike moved from between her legs, his face wet with her juices. He moved
until he lay on top of her, his cock brushing against her warmth. She was so
wet, so ready. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
He was careful not to touch her, though he could feel the heat as he lay. He
nibbled on her lip, postponing it a bit longer. He felt her arch up, saw the
pure need in her eyes and smiled. This was how he wanted to see her for
eternity. Laying underneath him, begging for more of whatever he was going to
give her. He kissed her gently, hearing her groan in lust. Such a little
spitfire. Why had no one else seen the fire? What he had done to be lucky
enough to find her? He felt her fingernails dig into his back as she again
arched up, her breasts brushing against his chest. He moved to her ear,
licking at the lobe before saying, "The implant, pet. Not sure if this will
work."
 

"It will," she said, her tone slightly breathless and desperate. "I want
it...I want you to bite me and drain me and make me yours. Goddess, please
Spike. Claim me."
 

With her words, spoken with such love and conviction, he felt his demon rise.
He moved his mouth to her neck, licking at her pulse as he moved his cock
towards her warmth. He entered her smoothly, feeling her move at the
intrusion of his width. He began to move, his thumb dancing along her clit as
she exploded after the hour of released he had not allowed. She was so tight.
So warm. He moved deeper, feeling her adjust as her legs wrapped around his
waist. He could smell blood and knew it was his own. Her fingernails
continued to dig into his back, drawing blood as they moved together in an
erotic dance. He felt himself tightening, knowing that it was near. He wanted
her to cum with him. One last time before she died. His strokes on her clit
became more rapid as he began to plunge into her deeper and faster. He
continued to lick at her neck, tasting the sweat their mating was causing.
The soft scent of her virgin blood mixed with the smell of his own became too
much. He sank deep into her, spilling his seed as she tightened and cried out
his name.
 

His teeth pierced her skin as he she continued to contract around him. He
listened to her gasp of pain and waited for the headache that never came. She
did truly want this. He drank from her until he heard her heart beat begin to
slow. At that moment, he removed his mouth, pulling up and looking into her
now pale green eyes. He kissed her harshly, whispering against her lips,
"Mine. Always mine." He pulled away, holding his wrist to her mouth. He saw
her watching him, listening as her heart beat began to slow even more as the
blood continued to flow from the deep wound he had made in her neck. "First
lesson, luv. If you want it, take it."
 

Willow closed her eyes as she felt the pain in her neck. It hurt more than
she thought it would. She could almost feel the blood leaving her body. She
was so weak. She licked her lips, cursing him in the same breath she loved
him. She moved her hand to his, watching with blurred eyes as it appeared
that she was moving in slow motion. She felt him allow her to move his wrist
closer. She tightened her hand in his as he watched her, a look of pride and
love in his blue eyes. She smiled softly, running her tongue over his wrist.
She bit into him, her blunt teeth not able to pierce the skin. She groaned in
despair as she felt her body starting to die. Goddess, he wouldn't let die
would he?
 

"Second lesson, never give up," he said, watching the panic enter her eyes.
He was testing her, but he had no intention of allowing her to die.
 

She closed her eyes, gathering up all the anger and frustration she had felt
for the past few days...months...years. She opened them again, not realizing
that they had brightened slightly. She again licked her lips, wondering how
long it would take someone to bleed to death. It was terrible, laying here
and knowing that she would not survive unless she was able to penetrate his
wrist and taste his blood. Knowing that she was so weak and yet he expected
her to be able to do such a thing. She opened her mouth, bringing his wrist
between her teeth. She ran her tongue over the cool flesh, hearing him groan
slightly. Smiling, she bit down with all her stregth and was rewarded when
she felt his blood began to slowly trickle into her mouth. She began to lick
at it, sucking as it flowed down her throat. She tightened her hold on his
hand, moving her other hand to hold onto his arm. She heard his soft murmer
of approval as he began to run his fingers through her hand in a soothing
gesture. She whimpered slightly, moving her head towards the hand while not
releasing his arm. She drank from him as she felt her body slowly die, her
eyes fluttering slightly as she fell back to the floor, his blood dripping
from her lips.
 

Spike smiled, moving to lay behind her. He pulled her nude body against his,
feeling the warmth begin to leave her as the coldness took over. He licked
his blood from her lip, whispering, "You did well, luv. Sleep now, pet.
Tomorrow, the fun begins."
 

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