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
Thank you to my beta, Emmy
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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He sits naked astride of her supine form. His hands, his talented deadly hands cup her breasts holding them firm, pulling them together her nipples raised and hard. His thumbs wend a trail down the sensitive underside, up through the hollow between her breasts and over the pebbled nipples to repeat. A nail purposefully nicks her oversensitive nipple, eliciting a gasp. Long artist’s fingers pressing and kneading the globes of her breasts; thumbs continuing the hypnotic motion drawing her in. His mouth lowers; tongue slithering out from full lips to lave at her nipples, first one, then the other, one then the other. His mouth joins the ministrations of his thumbs. She feels the air change, displace, electrify as his real face comes to the fore. This is the true face of her lover. She wishes the sight of his face, but she is blindfolded, blindfolded and cuffed. Cuffed to the bed, denied two of her senses, sight and touch. She aches to touch and caress, but she has willingly given over that pleasure.
His erotic seduction of her breasts continues; thumbs, tongue, fingers, building it slowly almost painfully. His mouth covers a nipple, sucking it deep into the wet recesses of his mouth, his fang nicks the sensitive bud; gasping she arches into it, seeking the pain and he knows it. The pain he masterfully inflicts followed by a caress he willingly gives.
“Spike, lover please…more, please”, she breathily requests.
“Patience, my luv, I have been told, is a virtue and you are a virtuous women, are you not my queen?” he asks.
“This is my final warning Pet, keep quite or I will gag you,” he warns. “You will obey me.” he says with authority and control in his voice.
With a nip and a slow suck to both nipples, he releases his hold. His hands, thumbs drawing a straight line down her ribs, finger splayed outward slide down her sides to the tuck of her waist. His mouth and tongue follow, eyes cast upward to gaze at his queen. Her head is thrown back, mouth slightly open, tongue darting out to moisten dry lip, arms tight over her head, breast thrust upward arching her back.
"This rare beauty is mine, she is my queen. MINE." he thinks
His teeth catch the ring at her navel, giving it a pull, letting her know who her master is, the little gold spike winking in the dim light. His tongue dips into the recess, his thumbs moving in slow almost imperceptible circles just below her hipbones, his fingers clasped over hips to the rise of her buttocks. She writhes and rises at the almost painful movement of his thumbs. His fangs descend to gently pierce the skin of her navel, refocusing her attentions to the sight of this new pain. Pleasure and pain, one always made sweeter by the addition of the other.
His mouth slides to the crest of her mons, tongue licking and caressing, his mouth sucks her skin while his teeth bite and hold. His hands slide back forward, skirting her quim, dancing over her quivering thighs to cup her bum, preparing to lift her cup to his mouth. Preparing to raise her sweet cunny in offering. In offering to his lust, a lust that threatens to become his master. Shaking off his game face, he breaths deep and takes hold of the reins of his desire once again.
He sinks his nose into her fiery curls, almost unmanning himself. She smells rich and full like ripe fruit. He is tuned to her woman’s cycle. Her courses will begin in the next day or so; ruby red harbinger slickening her vulva and driving this vampire to blood madness.
His mouth lowers to the joining of her thigh, to suck and lave. His thumbs moving to join just above her anus, where the entrance to her garden lie. Nipping playfully at her inner thigh, his thumbs caress the edges of her swollen labia, rising upward, then down the crease of her thighs, to repeat. He raises his head to study the progression of his instruction, his apt pupil, striving hard to obey his commands. Her body taut and alight; alight with the fire of her desire and her need. His lesson plan, pain can be pleasurable when applied aptly.
Biting her bottom lip to keep from voicing her desires and incurring the wrath of her master, she focuses instead on his mouth. Forced by loss sight and touch, forced by his masterful guidance of her to focus on the pleasures of his mouth.
He positions her thighs up and outward slightly, opening her up to his study. He gazes upon her beauty, pink and swollen, her juices glistening at the entrance to his cock’s heaven.
“Cor you are beautiful luv. “Artists should paint masterpieces and poets write sonnets to the beauty of your quim”, he whispers, breath dancing across her sex.
Fingers move slowly, firmly up her vulva, his thumbs parting the lips of her quim, as if to open a ripe exotic fruit. His tongue spread wet and wide presses and slides bottom to top, just once. Only once to focus her, to focus her attention and her senses on the pleasure he is gifting her. Placing a chaste reverent kiss on her clitoris, he smiles as she bucks her hips to his mouth, moaning deep.
His fingers spread across her quim, thumbs rubbing and pressing at the entrance to her vagina, he laps softly at her clit and the dance begins in earnest. Nipping the hood of her clitoris, his tongue dips down, under and over, down, under and over her clit. His thumbs continues to stroke and press at her opening, dipping to her perineum and up through her folds to aid his mouth and tongue. His fingers massage her clit, circling, teasing, taunting, stroking, occasionally to press directly, causing her clit to swell and rise.
His mouth never leaving her body, biting and kissing her thighs, kissing and licking her clit, licking and sucking the lips of her sex, sucking and probing at her entrance, but never leaving her body. His long fingers, first one then another, push into her vagina. Her cunt grips and holds his fingers tight. Her pelvis rising to pushing him deeper. He knows she is ready, wet and ready; by sight, sound and smell he knows. His mouth and hands continue their knowing fuck of her, drawing her to her edge, giving her a nudge and dragging her back.
He doesn’t know long he can hold off himself, he has been rock hard from the first taste of her quim. His cock weeps for the want of her, the want to be buried balls deep in her hot, wet grasping cunt. He begins to rock against the bed and swears by all that is unholy this time he won’t pull her back from the edge, he will let her throw her arms wide and fly.
Raising his head, her honey on his lips, lust burning bright it his eyes, he asks of her, “Tell me what it is you desire of me, luv. Tell me of your need.”
Raising her head, she licks dry lips and if not for the cloth covering her eyes, her eyes would burn him. Burn him with her hunger, her need, and her desire; burn him to the depths of his soul.
“I want what you desire of me. You are my Master, the Master of my heart, my mind, my body.” she whispers.
For him time stops, stops still at this moment.
He thinks, ‘Ah, pet, you believe yourself my slave, but it is I who are your slave; a slave to your mastery of me, my beautiful Queen.’
He slides three fingers deep into her, matching his own girth. His fingers mimicking what his cock would do if given the chance. He strokes and caresses the place inside her that makes her pant and mewl like a newborn kitten intent on its mother teat. His other hand and mouth labor at her clit in solemn prayer; thumbs pressing and circling, tongue and lips suckling, his fingers piston into her.
Arching her neck, her mouth open and panting she lifts her buttocks, rocking and thrusting against his mouth. Curling one leg over and around she pulls his body closer and rides his mouth, screaming her release.
Holding her tightly, feeling her cunt grasp and tighten he changes his rhythm to thrust, twist and withdraw, thrust, twist and withdraw. His mouth drawing, his tongue pressing and rubbing her clit to match the rhythm of this hand, letting her ride his mouth. She clamps down on his fingers and he let’s her go, lets her fly.
Feeling the last spasm leave her body he draws his fingers slowly out of her wet cunny, giving one last soft kiss to her clit, breathing deep of her curls he crawls up her body. Lowering his head, softening his mouth he kisses her, tongue sliding deep to share her release. He reaches up to release the cuffs, her hands falling into his hair, pulling his mouth closer; their tongues continue their gentle fucking.
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