"Buffy, my love," Spike began as he gripped her upper arms tightly, taking in deep lungfuls of air in an attempt to control his inner beast as it rallied, spitting and snarling to gain the upper hand. "You just managed to say the only three words in existence that could make my demon lose control. So unless you wish to be ravished in the middle of all these people, you'd best hightail it outta here, precious. Run, sweetheart, but have no doubts - you are going to be fucked by a demon tonight."
Buffy's eyes widened in shock at the serious countenance of her lover. The idea of being taken by her vampire in animalistic passion had an immediate affect on her libido and her juices started to flow.
Spikes eyes flickered between gold and blue as his nostrils flared. The aroma of her arousal had him growling gutturally in possession. "Run, little girl."
And she did.
She almost made it out of the building.
Almost.
Arms like steel bands clamped around her waist stilling all movement. Buffy didn't fight it when her vampire shuffled them slightly backward then into the dark unused closet that was situated just five steps from the alley exit that had been her goal.
Her breath hitched as her underwear was ripped unceremoniously from her body. Damn, but the whole primal vamp thing was getting her hornier by the minute. He grabbed her arms, lifting them to stretch in front of her and pushing her so that she bent forward and her palms rested against the wall. Buffy barely had time to register the sound of his zipper before he plowed into her from behind.
The tiny blonde's eyes widened at her vampire's savage invasion and her elbows almost buckled under the strength of his thrust. One clawed hand gripped her hip as the other pressed firmly against the small of her back. The slightly bent position was new to her and she felt him reaching places he had never touched before.
She moaned in ecstasy as her body reacted to their coupling with a mini orgasm.
Her inner slayer gleefully shouted suggestions and Buffy couldn't help but wickedly latch on to one in particular. "I love you, Spike."
Spike seemed to growl, moan, and purr at the same time. His hips increased their undulating to a frenzy of movement.
She teetered on the summit, precariously placed and desperately longing to fall over the edge. When his fangs slid into her flesh, Buffy exploded in release. Spike's answering growl at his own completion reverberated through her, sending her into a third unexpected orgasm.
He slipped his fangs from her neck and languidly tended his mark. His arms slipped around her waist as he drew her back to rest against his chest, still buried deep within her. "I love you, too, Buffy," he whispered into her ear. "Why don't we go home, sweetheart, so I can show you how much?"
~*~*~
Buffy opened her eyes then blinked in confusion. The beautiful vista of a bright, sunlit meadow was the last thing she had expected to wake up to. She had reluctantly left her mate-to-be's bed, knowing instinctively that until they were officially joined in vampiric matrimony, her mother would be none too accepting of Buffy spending the night - especially a school night- anywhere but in her own bed. Alone.
With innocent curiosity, she glanced around, not entirely surprised to discover she was not alone. "William?"
The peroxided blond awkwardly spun to face her, surprised and nervous at her sudden appearance. Bashfully, he stared at his feet, bowing slightly from the waist he returned her greeting reverently, "M-miss Buffy."
Buffy smiled at his shy demeanour, the timidity at odds with his bad boy exterior. "Where are the Slayer and the Demon?" she asked.
William grinned sheepishly. "If I were to hazard a guess, it would be that they have placed us here so that they may explore experiences that we would not be quite ready to pursue."
Buffy giggled. "Must be something pretty kinky if they're hiding it from us."
William blushed and ducked his head before chuckling along with his love. "Then may I suggest that we try something they would be equally unaccustomed to?"
Buffy lifted a delicate eyebrow. She was fairly certain that the shy young man with her was as inexperienced as she was. She highly doubted that they could think up anything that their two ‘other halves' weren't at least familiar with.
"Oh! I say...I mean...no...I only meant that, er, perhaps we should...well...talk," he rushed to explain, he face flushing a deep crimson...which not surprisingly matched Buffy's embarrassed blush.
"Oh yeah! Can't see them doing a heck of a lot of that!"
~*~*~
"Slayer," the demon purred as he registered his position - chained to the bed - and took in the seductive smile of the little minx standing at the foot of his ‘prison' wearing nothing but a smirk.
~*~*~
"So, William, tell me about yourself," Buffy started lightly as she linked her arm in his and gently urged him to walk with her. "Are you like all old fashioned and stuff?"
"In comparison to the males of this day and age, I suppose you could say that I am," he answered quietly, careful in his earnestness.
Buffy smiled in encouragement. She prided herself on her people skills, and just as she had managed to help Willow out of her shell, Buffy was convinced she could entice William to be more open as well. "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, so if I go all foot-in-mouth girl, feel free to tell me to back off, okay?"
"In my mind, we are engaged to be married, Miss Buffy. It would be appropriate for us to discuss most things. However, I don't believe I'm quite ready to broach the subject of our physical relationship," he offered, blushing deeply at the thought.
"Do you think you could drop the ‘Miss', then? It kinda seems a little stiff," Buffy grinned as she gently teased.
"Of course...Buffy," William replied, smiling shyly.
"Tell me what you think our life together will be like, William," Buffy suggested wistfully as she imagined her own dreams of happy-ever-after.
"The Demon and the Slayer are warriors, we are not," he began slowly. After a moments pause, he gathered his thoughts. "I believe that we will bring normality into their lives. We are the lighter sides, and as such, we will be able to share the softer side of life with them. The simple pleasures that we enjoy will have to be carefully balanced with the...er...more aggressive needs of our counterparts."
~*~*~
The demon moaned in ecstasy as the inventive little dominatrix nibbled at his hip. His eyes were black with desire as he lifted his head and growled in frustration. She was playing with him, her nips and sucks everywhere but the place he wanted them to be. He tugged once more at the chains that held him immobile and unable to physically focus her direction. Bloody bint was gonna dust him with her delicious torture.
~*~*~
"I believe that the purchase of a home of our own should be our first priority. I will not have you sullied and the crypt is beneath you. You deserve the best of everything, and I will do whatever is in my power to ensure that you receive that and more."
"Not that I want to be arguing with you on that score, but you're, you know, dead and I'm pretty sure my allowance ain't gonna be enough for us to become homeowners," Buffy snarked with a cheeky grin.
William chucked at the idea of the look on any bank manager's face when offered that scenario. "Dead I may be, but I can assure you that that does not affect my financial stability. You need not worry on that subject at all. I also believe that once we are formally joined and living together, I highly doubt your mother will continue to provide you with an ‘allowance'," William offered lightly with a genuine smile of amusement.
Buffy frowned as she realised that he was probably right. ‘Well that sucks,' she thought, disgruntled as only a shopoholic teen losing her allowance can be.
~*~*~
"BLOODY BUGGERIN" FUCK!" the blond vampire shouted in surprise. "Where did you get that from?" he gasped. The increasing pressure on the tight rim of his anal muscles was building up his pleasure/pain senses to a height he hadn't experienced with his slayer before. Where the evil little bint had come up with a strap-on dildo was beyond him. His ability to think straight was severely compromised by the very large and vibrating mock cock being inserted into his arse as she fondled his balls.
Could a vamp dust from excess pleasure?
~*~*~
Buffy stared dreamily into William's beautiful blue eyes, marvelling at the range of emotions she saw there.
William smiled at the glorious girl in his arms. He couldn't quite believe she was there with him. Leaning back against the tree they had chosen to sit under, he hesitantly raised his hand to stroke her golden locks. Emboldened by her small sigh of obvious enjoyment, the poet spoke and wove his seductive tapestry.
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise, I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints -I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death."
"Oh wow! What was that?" Buffy asked with breathless innocence.
"That, my love, was a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning entitled ‘How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways," William smiled into her eyes adoringly as he answered.
"That so beats ‘Roses are red'!"
~*~*~
"Wha?"
the demon eloquently offered as the evil torturing goddess moved away
from him and his aching cock screamed with the need for release. He
hadn't realised when she was ramming into his happily abused hole that
she'd slipped a cock ring on him and that had been the end of his
fantasy of a quick release. Now where had the bint gone?
As his
head cleared he was able to discern what it was he was hearing. As he
realised what it was his expression shifted into one of indignant
astonishment. She was actually sitting down in his arm chair watching
Monty Python's Holy Grail while she'd left him chained to the bed. Oh,
she was in for it now...well she would be, as soon as she let him loose.
"Oh, wicked, bad, naughty, evil Zoot! Oh, she is a naughty person, and she must pay the penalty -- and here in Castle Anthrax, we have but one punishment for setting alight the grail-shaped beacon. You must tie her down on a bed and spank her!" A female voice said.
The blond closed his eyes and pictured the scene to match the voices.
"A spanking! A spanking!" Chanted a group of females.
"You must spank her well. And after you have spanked her, you may deal with her as you like. And then, spank me.""And spank me."
"And me."
"And me."
"Yes, yes, you must give us all a good spanking!"
"A spanking! A spanking!"
"And after the spanking, the oral sex."
"Oral sex! Oral sex!"
"Well, I could stay a BIT longer."
So intent on the voices, the demon had failed to notice the returning Slayer. His first indication that she was close came from a slight dipping of the bed as she moved quickly to straddle his face.
"Oral sex sounds like a plan, doesn't it my vampire? If you're a good boy I'll release you afterwards."
The blond vampire grinned as he started lapping eagerly at her sodden folds, thinking all the while that if the silly bint released him, a spanking really was going to be on the cards!
~*~*~
Buffy sat back and smiled beguilingly. "William there is one change in the times that I know of that I don't think you'll mind too much."
"And what change would that be, by love?" William smiled easily and indulgently at the girl that was making him feel so relaxed in her presence.
With graceful speed, Buffy slipped onto his lap, placed her arms around his neck and whispered into his lips, "Making out."
As he felt her lips skim his playfully, William moaned and kissed her deeply.
She was right, he really didn't mind that change at all.
~*~*~
"And you never (smack, thrust, thrust) ever (smack thrust, twist, thrust) ever (smack, thrust, twist, thrust, wiggle) watch Python (smack, thrust, thrust, twist) without me (smack, thrust, thrust, twist, thrust wiggle, thrust)!"
"Oh God! YES! FUCK MEEEEEE..."
"I bloody well am, you bossy little chit,"
"More action, less talking, you peroxided pain in my butt."
"Oooh! Now there's an idea."
"OH! MY! GOD!" The Slayer shouted lustfully, her eyes crossing as she felt the intrusion to her tighter hole. ‘That's a hell of a lot bigger than a finger!' she thought absently.
"Now, about that cock ring..."
~*~*~
Hesitant hands reached to touch and hold, as deep seated insecurities fed the nerves of both blonds, holding them both back from anything more than chaste caressing of arms, faces, shoulders, and necks. Their mutual desire built but neither was confident enough to know what to do with it.
William silently lamented his missing bolder half, while Buffy inwardly winced at her lack of confidence. Neither had known success in love and both recognised their own fears.
For the very first time, both Buffy and William realised that they needed their other sides. They needed the part of them that gave them strength; that gave them courage. They needed the demon and the Slayer to be complete. Without them, they could love, but were afraid to try. Afraid to trust.
The daylight turned to the soft gentle glow of the moon and the stumbling couple mentally rejoiced at the return of their bolder halves, finally uniting their two sides completely and with total acceptance. The wiser and bolder sides were well aware that they needed their softer sides and that without them, they weren't whole.
Spike reached for his slayer, Buffy, his passion gentled by his reverent love. As their bodies flowed together in the steps of the timeless dance of the ages, their spirits rejoiced in the beauty of their union, undulating in the unhurried rhythm that spoke of connection and intimacy. Their mutual release washed over them and brought tears to their eyes.
"I trust you completely," Buffy whispered in earnest.
"Then tonight, when you come to me, we will become ours," Spike breathed in return.