Spoilers: None
Pairing: Willow/Spike
Summary: This will be a series of erotic scenes or vignettes.
Feedback: Please, this is my first attempt at writing
E-Mail: s.dudak@mchsi.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don't sue. I don't own any of the
characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit
goes to Joss. Josh is God
Dedication: For purplefeen who inspired me to get the words out of my head and on paper
Vignette n 1: a brief literary description [syn: sketch] 2: a photograph whose edges shade off gradually 3: a small illustrative sketch (as sometimes placed at the beginning of chapters in books)
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“You’ve never had a man’s cock in your mouth have you luv?” he asks.
Kneeling before him, a penitent to this master vampire, reply’s “No Master”.
He nods, smirking; that half smile that makes her womb clench. Leaning forward he clasps her hands in his and draws them to his cock. Covering her hand with his he grasps the base of his cock and absent-mindedly begins the smallest of strokes, up and down. The other hand encircles his cockhead, hers under his, in partner.
“Use your thumb and forefinger to withdraw the foreskin from the head”, he speaks, eye’s never leaving hers.
“Just like that, pet. Rest the pad of your thumb here”, he says while moving her thumb to the bundle of nerves on the underside. His hand covering hers, moving her thumb in tight circles while their other hands continued to stroke his cock. In tandem they masturbate, two hands, his voice spurring on her actions. They stay poised like this for a while, no words, only the sound of flesh on flesh, stroking, stoking their passion, stoking the fire, breathy sighs, throaty moans.
“Bring your mouth to me, pet”, he removes his hands, she continuing the slow driving rhythm. His hands gently resting in her hair, she rises to his lips. Gently they kiss, soft wet open-mouthed kisses. Tongues meet tentatively and dance; dip and swoop inside one another’s mouths, taking and giving, growing in urgency. His tongue darts at the corner of her mouth, his thumb continuing the caress, as his mouth kisses and licks it’s way to her ear.
“Put your wet hot mouth on my cock” he softly growls into her ear, dull teeth nipping at the lobe, sending a shiver up her spine.
She lowers her head to his groin, his hands on her head, fingers spreading into her hair not pushing, just guiding her to her destination. Always her destination. Her tongue snakes out soft, wet and warm to caress the head, teeth gently pull, lips sucking at the bundle of nerves, evoking a vocal response. Her tongue wide and wet licks around the head and down the shaft slowly to the base and back up to the head. The tip of her tongue dipping into the hole, retrieving the drop of pre-cum, it spiderwebing from his cock to her tongue, while under heavy lidded eyes, he watches, lust building in his gut. Her eyes never leaving his, holding him prisoner to the sight, demanding he watch as her mouth lowers…moisture glistening on her bottom lip as her mouth slides down his cock, lips’ firming as his cock disappears into her hot recesses. Lust and need riding her hard as she slides to the bottom, relaxing her throat to take his length, his girth filling her mouth. The curls of his pubis tickling her nose, as she swallows, her mouth and tongue gripping and caressing his cock like a hand. Her quim clenches, jealous of her mouth, wanting his length, his girth, wanting to be filled and taken.
His hands grip the arms of the chair, nails digging into the wood, grasping desperately at control, fighting his body’s natural born urge to thrust. “Holy unmerciful God, Pet, you are a vixen,” he grits through clenched teeth.
Her knowing eyes rise to meet his gaze, her mouth full of his cock, warming and caressing it. She rises up the shaft slowly, tightening the suction she rises and falls quickly on the head…one, two, three, his cockhead popping free, her tongue flicking at the underside of the head, the head purple with need and glistening with her saliva. Her tongue flicking, teeth nipping down the shaft, a shaft slick and coated with her previous ministrations. She sucks at the base of his cock, her tongue laps softly at his balls.
Kissing, licking, she gently sucks each testicle in turn into the warmness of her mouth, become familiar with the weight and heft as they rise and tighten to his groin. Using her thumb she pulls and tightens his balls to his body, so her tongue can flick and caress the underside of his scrotum, lapping down to his perineum.
He begins to purr, she can feel it in her hands, her mouth, the vampire is purring. She gazes upward to his face, a face set in concentration, head thrown back, blue eyes closed, jaw clenching and unclenching setting off his chiseled cheekbones, his tongue darts out to moisten dry lips, mouth opening to elicit a deep moan.
Angel may have been the vampire of the angelic face, Angelus. This vampire is the one of the angelic body, a body to make angel’s weep. He is perfection, chiseled and cut, taut and tight in all the right places.
She lowers her mouth to the apex of his thigh and groin, licking and sucking. Burying her nose in his curls she breaths deep, drawing his essence into her lungs, into her being. He has a scent all his own, a man’s scene, primal and drawing. Drawing her to relinquish control, to give into the primitive urges, drawing her to mate, to fuck. But she likes this control, the control she has over this master vampire. Her mouth holds him in thrall; he would do her bidding for the feel of her wet mastery of this cock. Her thumbs pressing to his perineum, fingers spread in his curls, she draws his attention back to her, blue eyes once again focused on her.
Dropping her head she sucks on her thumb wetting it and at once he knows her intent and his body tightens. Her saliva lubricated thumb circles the opening of his anus, he begins to pant, her other hand moving to stroke the length of this shaft. Her thumb pressing and circling, pressing and circling, her eyes never leaving his. Her hand warm and tight on this shaft, her tongue lapping at the head of his cock, moistening it, making it wet and slippery.
His body taunt, lifting up on the balls of his feet, rocking, offering, begging simultaneously for more and for an end to his torment. The master has become the slave, a slave to his body, to his want, to his need.
His hand moves to hold the base of his cock in supplication to his queen, the other to entwine in her hair.
She knows he’s ready as her tongue, wet and wide rises up his shaft; her mouth engulfing his cock sinking to the base rising quickly to suck wetly and rapidly on the head of this cock, the way he likes it. Her thumb plunges into his anus pressing and stroking his sweet spot, pushing him off his hard fought control. Throwing his head back, clenching his buttocks, rising, lifting, pumping, fucking her mouth, he finds his release. “Yes, my queen, harder, drink my cum”, he screams through gritted teeth.
Continuing to pump, to fuck until he collapses sated, his queen leaning away, grinning at him like the proverbial cat that licked the cream, his cum resting at the corner of her mouth. He pulls her up and licks that corner, his tongue slipping in to fuck her mouth.
She pulls away, “I’m sorry Spike, I never seem to be able to play this scene, I get my hands, my lips around your cock and forget I’m suppose to be your virgin slave”
He kisses her softly, reverently, swatting her ass replying, “I guess I’ll just have to punish you luv.”