Spike slammed the door to the librarian’s office shut behind him. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic place to thoroughly fuck his Dark Princess, but it wasn’t about romance. It was about reclaiming what was his.
He swept piles of books off the desk and laid Drusilla down on top of it. Her hands had slipped under his coat and she was raking her sharp nails down his back. He leaned over her and took advantage of her torn and open top. His tongue swirled around and teased first one nipple, then the other. He bit down on one, and Drusilla squirmed in delight.
Spike reached down and unbuckled his belt. Drusilla began to aid him, unzipping him, then insistently forcing his jeans half way down his hips, allowing just enough room for his long, thick member to spring free. Spike shed his duster and let it pile onto the floor, then the torn remains of his shirt followed. Drusilla moved to wrap her fingers around his shaft, but he grabbed both her hands and pinned them to the desk.
Drusilla giggled with glee. “My Spike is going to punish his bad Princess.”
He grinned wickedly in reply, then shoved her dress up around her hips, exposing bare legs and the fact that she wore no knickers underneath.
‘Probably to make sure she’s always ready whenever Angel wants to lift up her skirts an…’ The thought caused a surge of familiar anger in Spike, but it was the first time that he could do something about it. Drusilla had been right. He wanted to punish her.
He positioned his throbbing shaft at her entrance. Without any further warning, he thrust forward hard, burying himself into her soft, tight quim. Her legs tightened around him and she arched her back, crying out in a mix of pain and surprised ecstasy. Spike let go of her hands and grabbed her hips instead, pulling her towards him each time he pounded his cock into her with brutal force.
The desk shook and slammed against the wall. Drusilla moaned and shrieked in her pleasure and her need. She raked her nails across Spike’s chest, leaving more scratches on his already carved skin. Her nails then moved down his shoulders and arms before staying there, holding on for dear life while he fucked her into oblivion.
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“You’re right, I don’t care for this situation at all.” Giles walked with a limp, and even after the doctors had patched him up, he still looked like he had been through a blender. Yet still, he had stubbornly refused to allow the vampires to remain unsupervised in the school, even if the school had almost no one in it at the time. “But you’re also right about the fact that we may have no other alternative.”
Xander was supporting Giles. His steps rarely faltered, but when they did, the younger man was there to help. Buffy walked close beside him, trying not to hover like a mother hen. Cordelia followed behind them, looking bored. Behind her, Oz was pushing Willow in a wheelchair that she kept insisting she didn’t need.
“I couldn’t think of anywhere else to put them.” Buffy said. “And I figured, what better place to keep an eye on them than right here in Scooby central?”
“Yes, well…” Giles looked worried. “Speaking of which, while you’re here at the school we’re going to have to make sure you remain out of sight until all this mess is cleared up. Willow, Xander and I have already given our statements to the police, so they should not be hounding you for much longer. However, there is still the matter of your expulsion, and should Principal Snyder…”
“Don’t worry”, Buffy interrupted. “I can make sure I’m not seen. But there’s another problem.”
“When isn’t there?” Cordelia piped up behind them.
Both chose to ignore her.
“My mother knows”, Buffy continued sadly. “She found out I’m the Slayer.”
Silence greeted her announcement. Everyone had stopped walking to listen. Buffy suddenly found herself feeling very much in the spotlight.
“It didn’t exactly go very well.” Buffy swallowed, suddenly feeling a lump in her throat as she looked back on the argument. “She saw me dust a vampire, so I had to explain everything to her…and she didn’t exactly like what I had to say. I had to leave the house and…she said not to come back.”
Giles had a look of outrage on his face, but it was Willow that spoke up first.
“Buffy, that’s terrible!”
“The nerve of that woman, throwing her daughter out for saving the world…” Giles was having a rare show of temper.
“Giles”, Buffy sounded tired as she objected. “Let it go, its not helping.”
The Watcher nodded with a sigh. “Yes, you’re right. You will need somewhere else to stay…”
“You can stay with me, Buffy.” Willow volunteered immediately.
Buffy smiled sadly at her injured, but eager to help friend. “Thanks Willow, but I somehow don’t think your parents will want a fugitive coming to have a sleep over.”
“We’ll sneak you into my room”, Willow had her ‘resolve face’ on. “My parents can just…well…mind their own beeswax.” She nodded firmly.
Buffy’s eyes widened a bit and she couldn’t help grinning a little. “Wow, Rebellious Wills.”
Willow nodded. “I’m a bad girl at heart.”
“Yes, well…” Giles pulled away from Xander and led the way down the hall. “That’s settled, then.”
The others followed behind in silence. Of course, the silence that Giles had noticed the most was from Xander. The boy who could not shut up had somehow barely said a word since the group left the hospital.
Silence suddenly fled. What sounded like fighting and battlecries could be heard from the library.
“What the hell’s going on in there?” Cordelia asked.
“So much for the vamps not causing trouble.” Xander commented, suddenly breaking his record silence.
Buffy took the lead and they all hurried towards the library. They burst through the doors, and the noises became a bit clearer. Banging, moans and shrieks could be heard from the office.
The slayer moved quickly towards the office door, just as Giles realized the nature of the sounds.
“Oh, good lord! Buffy, don’t…!”
But she had already opened the door and stepped half way inside. A heated scolding was already half way to the surface, but she swallowed it when the sight of two half-naked vampires greeted her.
Spike’s lean but well-muscled body was the first thing Buffy saw. She had never seen him without the duster on, much less half-naked. Unlike his chest, his back was unmarked, the skin pale and flawless. His firm buttocks could be seen peaking over his jeans.
Drusilla was laying on her back on the desk. Her skirts were up around her hips, her bare legs were wrapped around her lover and her small but shapely breasts were bared to the world, her dark nipples hardened into little peaks. Her breasts were bouncing with the force of Spike’s continued thrusts. Her head was thrown back and there was a wide grin on her face. Her hands ran through her dark disheveled hair, while everything from little whimpers to loud shrieks came from her mouth.
Neither seemed to notice Buffy’s presence.
“Oh GOD!” Buffy stared wide-eyed in shock, her face turning red with a deep blush. Her heartbeat had sped up, and she tried to ignore the strange feeling that seeing the erotic sight before her had brought on. “Oh, gross!” She quickly closed the door to block out the sight. “Stop that! You perverts can’t do that here in the school!”
The only change to the noise in the office was the sound of a heavy book being thrown at the door, and then a loud shout of “SOD OFF!”
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