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Chapter 13

Xander and Willow fell from a vortex in the ceiling to the floor with a thud.

Willow looked up at Xander with a groan. “Did you see all that?”

He shook his head, “We have to find them, fast.”

They both struggled to get to their feet. “Cancel fast, more like as soon as possible.” Xander added with a small pained smile.



Her eyes were fighting the war within her to stay closed. She heard slaps of skin against skin, a soft growl coming from somewhere deep in his chest. She could almost imagine the picture he made right then; white hair glistening still from the water, eyes closed, his cheeks taut with desire, biting his bottom lip, while one hand cups his balls, rolling them back and forth, and the other slides up and down his shaft. Pure beauty. Damn the dark!

It stopped.

She peeked with one eye. He had moved from leaning on the wall in front of her to standing right near her head. Unfortunately, with what light she had, she only saw hips. Milky white hips that were attached to a very nice ass. Stop it Buffy! She thought to herself. Lusty thought dies a bad Slayer make!

She closed her eyes one more time as she saw him move.

A cool breath fell upon her ear and a cold hand took down the comforter she had been using as a shield. “I told you Slayer. We both know you’re awake. I want you.” The last came out as a purr, with his hand gliding down her side.

Buffy started quivering with anticipation. God only knew what was going to happen next. Preparing herself for the onslaught, she turned and laid on her back. Eyes still closed.

He climbed on the bed, straddling her, covering them up as he went. He was savoring her body heat, listening to the blood in her body just pump away; her own little power station. On his hands and knees, he leaned down to her ear, pressing his erection into her as he went. “If I didn’t have this chip, Buffy, I could do amazing things to you. Things you’ve probably never even heard of with those virgin ears of yours. I’d bite you, just here,” he said as he reached down through her panties and pinched her clit. “You’d scream, and beg, and bleed. All for me. Like a little present you are.” He thought for a moment. Maybe by the time we’re through, you’ll let me bite you anyway, hmmm? We’ll see.”

He crawled backwards in the bed, ripping off his t-shirt in half as he went. He lay down with his face in the apex of her sex. Laying his face reverently there upon her quim, he ran his hands up and down her thighs, caressing the fine muscles there. His tongue came out and licked at the crotch of her underwear, tasting.

“Sorry love, these have got to go. Made a promise to a lady.” With that he shoved his face down and grabbed them with his teeth, ripping them from her body. “Mmmm, silky.” He giggled deeply.

It laid just there, her clit protruding from its holdings, and if he were a betting man, he thought she would just lay there until they were done or she came, whichever was first. He couldn’t let that go to waste. Not for their first time.

He leaned down and took it in his mouth, rolling it lightly between his teeth. Letting it out, she shuddered. He lapped slowly at her vagina, seeing not for the first time, she was leaking a little, creating a puddle on his sheets. He groaned, and saw her arch her back. Turning his attention back to her clit he fingered it and her cunt, slowly, with torture, just enough to get her to make her move. He thought of something he had recently thought of when he was thinking of her, knowing that should draw her out.

“I close my eyes, and you are there,
Standing in my mind.
I see you weeping when you’re strong,
And others never know.
You’ve seen my insides, and out,
Judging no way as you go.
I want to bury myself in the heat,
The heat from inside you.
Where I can finally feel strong again.
Where I can feel loved again.
Where I can be a man again.”

Her head came off the pillow and looked at him. “Did you write that for me?”

He feigned being shocked. “I thought you were sleeping!”

“Liar. I loved it. Is that the way you really feel?” She pulled her left leg up. Then her right, sllllllloooooooowwwwlllly.

:”I suppose you want prose and happiness now?” He got up on one arm.

She shrugged, looking down. “I guess I—“

He slammed his face into hers, desperately kissing her to cut her off. Tongues, teeth, and muscles met in a desire worthy of the gods. “I want you,” she mumbled into his mouth.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, trailing kisses down her neck.


Giles rose off the tombstone, turning at the sound of out-of-breath Scoobies running to their aid. “What is going on?”

Willow looked grim. “We need to stop them, we d-d-did that spell that we needed to do to see the future, and betcha by golly, Buffy’s not gonna be happy when she finds out what happening.” Xander nodded his agreement, and Giles turned to the former soldier.

“Any ideas?” Riley thought for a moment, then shook his head.

“What’s the problem?” Willow asked.

Riley pointed behind him, “Force field.”

Willow rolled her eyes. “Is that all?” She stood back a few steps and squared her shoulders. “Voltare, intvirae, solpedium, stependae!” She repeated the phrase three more times and walked to the ‘wall’. “Done.”

She reached out and they found it was gone. They ran.



She raked his back with her fingernails, and pushed him up to sitting with his legs out in front of him. “I wanna take you.” She grinned and climbed on his lap. Just before squaring herself there, she stuck her hand between them and led his dick into her. The whole time, they stared into each other’s eyes. She started to piston herself on his pole, rapidly; never losing the eye contact.

Quickly, his back was in tatters, blood pouring freely. “Fuck me, Buffy! Fuck me!”

She reached down and grabbed his balls. He closed his eyes. Pain on his back from the fingernails that were embedding themselves in his skin, pleasure from her bouncing heat on his dick. It was euphoric.

She leaned in and sucked on his neck. “Come, Spike.”

He shifted into game face and pulled her off him. Throwing her on her back, he collapsed on her and shoved his entire length into her. She screamed. Looking up at him, as he was slamming away, she reached up and ran her fingers over his face, feeling every bump. “Do you want it, Buffy? Do you? DO YOU?” He bellowed.

She couldn’t speak, so she pulled him down to her neck and waited, moaning all the while. He looked up one more time, into her face, so full of love and he saw the tears falling from her eyes. With a growl, he leaned down and sank his fangs deep into her neck.

She convulsed, but felt no pain. They both stilled as met each other when they came. He drank slowly, not taking anything other than for passion. He let go, pulling his teeth out, lapping at her until the marks were mostly closed.

He looked at her.





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