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Any Last Requests?
Part 6


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"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.

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"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 most likely never be sated.


The End.

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