Title: Any Last Requests? Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: None of the BtVS characters belong to me. Feedback: Love some, thanks. Rating: NC-17 Summary: Spike was all set to kill Buffy, when he asked her for her last request. Now, he's having too much fun granting it. Part six..... "Turn over." Buffy's eyes widened. Turn over? What in the world could he be planning that required her to turn over? "Why?" Spike laughed. "Don't look so worried, kitten. I don't have anything horrible in mind for your innocent little bottom." He took a hold of her hips and started to turn her. "My bottom? What's that supposed to mean?" She was serious, he realized. She had no knowledge of this at all...no way of knowing that the other entrance to her body...below the waist...could play a part in the act of inter- course. Well, this was no time to take her down a road like that. That kind of sex wasn't for inexperienced young virgins who'd just surrendered their maidenhead not five minutes ago. She'd had enough pain for one night, now it was time to shower her with pleasure. "Never mind," he said, continuing to ease her over onto her front. "I want to take you like this...from behind." Buffy felt her whole body blush, from hairline to the tips of her toes...again. He said the most unbelievably out- rageous and erotic things so casually, as if he was teaching her how to dance instead of how to have sex. She did as he asked, distributing her weight evenly on her hands and knees. Her breathing had already begun to speed up, and her heart rate was meteoric by this point. Spike knelt behind her, placing his hands on the smooth skin of her lower back. He moved them down, caressing her hips and outer thighs, then he slipped one hand around front and fingered her clitoris gently. Buffy gasped, and her hips moved forward, searching for a firmer touch. His hand splayed open over her sex, squeezing and fondling her. He used his free hand to grip his shaft and rub the head of it up and down her labia. "Feel good?" he asked, smiling when she whimpered like a kitten. "I like it, too. You're so damn wet and hot...so creamy. Juicy." Carefully, he eased the head of his cock just within her, not really penetrating her yet. He pushed his hips forward enough to keep it in place, then wrapped his hands around her waist. "Now...you put it in," he instructed her. "I...what...how..." She started to lift up one hand, but he stopped her. "No...just push back onto it. It's already where it needs to be. It'll slide right in...ah...yeah...like that...good girl...oh, fuck..." Buffy braced her hands and did as he said. Moving her hips back slowly, she felt every slight give of her labia as his erection began to penetrate her. He was allowing her to set the pace of his entry, and she knew he was doing it for her. His fingers stroked her waist, sliding around to rub over her abdomen as she sank back onto him. Christ....she was still so amazingly tight! He felt like he was sliding his dick into warm cream. As he moved in deeper, he felt her clenching those internal slayer muscles around him, and it nearly drove him out of his mind, forcing him to make a conscious effort not to start hammering in like an animal. "That's it, baby," he encouraged her, burying himself to the hilt. "I want to see how deep I can get it." "Uh...this would be about it," she replied, struggling to keep her knees from abandoning her. Spike chuckled. Fucking adorable...that's what she was. Withdrawing from her, careful not to leave completely, he held her hips and slid his length back in. Much to his surprise, and without being told, she pushed back to meet his thrust. "Good girl," he murmured, almost cross eyed with pleasure as her juicy little pussy enveloped him. He wanted to come already, and it was taking everything he had not to. Buffy's fingers dug into the ground as her head tilted back. She could see the stars glittering over her head, the only witnesses to their play. Spike began to pump into her a little faster, somewhat shocked at how fiercely she was beginning to respond. Fuck...this girl should be illegal! She was just too damn perfect to be real. Slayer or not, he didn't care anymore. He wasn't going to be able to give her up. He'd known it from the moment he touched her...really touched her. Buffy...the slayer...was going to belong to him, and him alone. No fucking way was any other man gonna put a hand on her. If one tried...he'd tear him into bloody chunks. "Mine...mine...mine..." he grunted with each thrust. His fingers dug into her hips so deeply that he knew he'd be leaving bruises...marks of his possession...and that idea pleased him immensely. He bent his head, watching his dick slide in and out of her, shiny and wet. In...and...out...harder...faster...oh, yeah. His cock had NEVER had it so good! "Buffy....you're fucking amazing," he groaned, pounding in wildly. "Oh...I'm gonna come, babe..." She could feel it, too. That slow building wave as the pressure intensified. Without a second thought, she gave herself over to it. "Me, too," she managed to choke out, seconds before it slammed into her. His cry of release echoed hers as he kept pumping, kept driving in and pulling back, ramming in a little harder each time until her strength gave out and she fell to the ground with him on top of her. Spike delivered one last thrust and ejaculated, then bore down on her hard, grunting as his cock jerked and spasmed inside of her, drenching her with semen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Bloody hell, girl. How do you do that?" "Do...do what?" "Make me so fucking hot...so fast." "Oh. Maybe, it's a slayer thing." "Maybe." Temporarily satisfied, he pulled out and rolled onto his back. "We need to talk." She glanced at him uneasily. "Why?" Spike stared up at the stars. "Something's happening to me." He turned his head and met her gaze. "I want you," he said simply. Buffy's heart began to beat double time as she considered his words. "You mean you aren't gonna kill me?" She wanted it clear, spelled out. "I'm thinking, no," he smiled. "Want you alive...and warm. Waiting for me. Got a lot more to teach you." Just hearing those words gave her a tingle she felt all the way down. "You're a vampire." "You're a slayer." "So, how's that gonna work?" "Dunno. Don't care. Fucking MAKE it work!" The same "don't know-don't care" attitude was mani- festing itself in her, making her want everything he was hinting at. But....she WAS the slayer. She had a job to do. Before she could start to second guess herself, she rolled and grabbed the stake she'd dropped during their initial encounter, jumped back on top of him, and held the point over his heart. Spike was too surprised to move as they stared into each other's eyes. Five endless seconds ticked by, and then she whispered, "Any last requests?" He began to smile. "Yeah. I don't want to die a virgin." Taking the stake from her hand, he flung it off into the darkness, rolled her over, and kissed her with a brand new hunger that would never be sated. The End.