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Chapter 9

Help me save the world

Buffy felt a jolt run through her body at the feel of Spike’s lips on hers, his tongue begging for entrance.

Willingly, she opened her mouth allowing him access and couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped when he massaged her tongue with his own.

Spike’s hands roamed her body, caressing their way from her hips to her breasts. Her shirt had been stripped from her body moments before and was laying in a heap on the ground, Buffy’s bra soon followed its path.

Spike palmed her two perfect mounds and felt her shudder beneath his touch before she hesitantly reached for the edge of his shirt. Spike took a step back, ready to help her remove the garment and stopped when Buffy raised her arms cover herself.

“Don’t cover yourself, luv. Your beautiful.”

Buffy shivered at his words, his voice husky with lust. Buffy’s eyes fluttered shut when she felt Spike leaving a trail of hot kisses down her neck.

Her hands shook as she slowly gripped his shirt and started to lift it up. Spike raised his arms and smiled as Buffy carelessly dropped the garment on the floor next to her own discarded top.

She admired his chest, scraping her nails across his nipples and down the defined line of his abdominals before coming to stop at his belt. Spike shuddered under her touch and caught a glimpse of Buffy’s smile before he caught her lips in another kiss.

A part of her felt like she should be feeling guilty. Here she was, about to have sex with another man, a vampire to save the world. Buffy knew they should just be getting to it but every part of her was enjoying how Spike made her feel. Her body ached for his touch.

She wanted to draw it out as long as possible.

Walking her backwards until the back of her knees hit her bed, Spike slowly lowered her until she was laying beneath him. He hovered over her, a lustful expression on his face as he begun unbuttoning her pants. Buffy felt Spike hook his fingers through her belt loops and found herself lifting her hips so he could remove them more easily.

Once Spike had discarded her jeans the same way he had with her shirt he kissed his way up her body before stopping just under her belly button. He kissed her lower abdomen before slipping his fingers under the elastic of her red lace panties.

Buffy’s breath caught in her throat as Spike, ever so slowly slipped her panties down her legs and over her knees, past her feet, carelessly tossing them to the floor. He took a moment to sit back and gaze at the lustrous woman that lay before him.

Her golden locks fell around her face in waves, her checks were flushed and her lips were red and swollen from their kisses. Spike’s eyes travelled down her body, her nipples were hard and perky, her stomach taught. He lowered his eyes to gaze upon her cleanly shaven pussy that glistened with need, she was so wet for him already and they had barely touched each other. Kneeling before her, Spike started to pull her legs open but she couldn’t help but shyly close them.

“What’s the matter pet?”

“It’s just… you don’t have to do that. T-the prophecy doesn’t say anything about… foreplay,” she said shyly, chewing her bottom lip nervously.

“Well, luv… I just figured if you have to do this…you may as well enjoy it. If you don’t want me to do it then I won’t…Do you want me to stop?” His voice sounded so husky and Buffy felt more moisture flood between her thighs. Spike smirked, smelling her arousal.

Spike met her eyes, waiting for her response. Buffy couldn’t help herself, the look and feel of him sitting between her thighs, gazing at her with need in his eyes was to much.

“No don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” Buffy whispered allowing her head to fall back on the pillow.

“Shh, luv. I’m going to make this so good for you. Open up for Spike,” he whispered his voice thick with lust. Heat flooded through Buffy like wild fire at his words, her scent driving Spike mad.

Spike felt Buffy relax beneath him and started to slowly part her legs, he felt himself getting harder at the sight of her glistening heat, his jeans were getting tighter by the minute and he was sure his erection would rip through them soon.

Parting her moist folds with his fingers, Spike teased her clit, flicking a finger across it and then moving it to swirl around her opening. Buffy moaned in pleasure, arching her hips off of the bed, bringing herself closer to his face, begging to be touched more. Buffy arched her hips again and Spike took the opportunity to flick his tongue across her clit.

“Oh god,” Buffy moaned at the feel of his cold tongue on her hot pussy. Spike smirked at her response and continued sucking and nipping at her tender flesh.

Buffy tossed her head back and forth in pleasure, it had never been this good, she didn’t even know it could be this good. Spike lapped at her flesh like a man starved and Buffy knew it was wrong to be enjoying what Spike was doing to her body.

She was about to have sex with a vampire, a master vampire…Spike. But the thought only resulted in adding more fuel to her already aroused state.

Buffy couldn’t help but look down at him, his blue eye were gazing at her hungrily as he sucked onto her clit, she had never seen anything so hot. Buffy could feel herself nearing her orgasm and fell over the edge when Spike thrust two long fingers into her hot centre.

“Oh god, Spike!” Buffy moaned in release, clamping down around his fingers. Feeling Buffy’s legs start to relax, Spike smirked and crawled his way up her body. He was taken by surprise when Buffy flipped them over so she was now straddling his hips, smiling wickedly down at him as he shuddered at the new sensation

She looked so beautiful, green eyes shining in the moon light that poured in the room. Her long golden locks fell over her shoulders framing her face, her pert breasts bouncing with ever movement she made. When Spike saw her start to move down his body, removing his boots and unbuckling his belt, threading it through the loops so she could slip his jeans down his narrow hips, he thought he might cum at the sight. Her little hands fumbled nervously, she looked so innocent, so pure and that just turned him on more.

When she had successfully slid the belt free she proceeded to undo his jeans and couldn’t stop herself from gasping in surprise when his large cock sprung free from the confines of his jeans.

Commando.

Buffy’s mouth watered.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear and he was HUGE. Buffy had never seen one so big before, her mouth watered at the sight of his cock jumping under her gaze. She just had to taste him.

Not taking a moment to think, not giving him any warning, she took him into her mouth. Spike let out a strangled moan at the feel of her hot little mouth wrapped around his cock. He glanced down and felt his eyes roll back at the sight before him. She was bobbing up and down, taking his cock deeper into her mouth every time. Spike felt like he was going to cum at any second and when her green eyes looked up at him he almost did.

Not being able to take much more of her teasing, Spike pulled her his body and flipped them over so he was now nestled between her tanned thighs. He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed to be inside her.

Spike gazed at Buffy quizzically, silently asking permission to enter her.

Buffy could feel the tip of his cock nudging against her wet entrance, begging to be let in. She met Spike’s eyes and raised her hips in a silent welcome and gasped when he crushed his lips to hers before sliding into her heat.

They groaned at the feel of each other, he was so big and Buffy could feel him stretching and filling every inch of her.

She was so full. Having Spike inside her felt like coming home. She was complete and whole when he was with her.

Spike felt like he was on fire. Buffy was so wet for him, so tight and as hot as hell. His thrusts were slow at first, allowing Buffy to meet him thrust for thrust as they moaned in pleasure.

“Oh god, Spike!” Buffy was quivering in pleasure beneath him with every thrust as Spike hit just the right spot inside her.

“Buffy. You feel so bloody good, pet.” Spike groaned.

Buffy loved the sound of his voice as they made love and that’s what it was, it wasn’t shagging or just sex, every touch, every kiss held something deeper. Buffy could feel it in his touch, in his words, the same words that sent a burn through her.

“Tell me more… gah… tell me how it feels being inside me,” she groaned.

“His slayer liked dirty talk. Such a naughty girl.” Spike thought.

“You feel so hot and so bloody tight… you feel like heaven,” Spike slammed his hips down earning him a gasp from Buffy.

“You’re so wet. Tell me it’s for me, only me, pet.” He groaned.

“Yes you! O-only you,” she moaned. “Don’t s-stop. Harder…I need fast-” she groaned as Spike obliged, thrusting into her harder and faster.

Spike had tried to be gentle with her at first but when she flipped them so she was now on top, he couldn’t help but smile at her forcefulness. He moaned at the feel of her riding him, slamming her hips down onto his as he thrust up into her. It was clear at that point that farm boy hadn’t been getting the job done.

Sitting up so they were now face to face, Spike continued to meet her thrust for thrust, green eyes meeting blue ones. Buffy felt trapped in his gaze as he thrust forcefully into her.

Spike’s demon came forth with the intensity of their love making and he turned his head. ,

Buffy knew that feeding was part of a vampire’s mating ritual and she didn’t want Spike to be any less then what he was. She cupped both of his cheeks and turned his face back to look at her, smiling in approval as she bared her neck to him.

“Please,” she whispered, knowing his chip wouldn’t fire when he had no intention of hurting her. Spike growled as he leant down, sinking his fangs into her soft and supple neck, taking long pulls of her blood.

Buffy was on a supernatural high, feeling door after door slam open at the feel of his fangs in her neck unable to hold back any emotion.

“SPIKE!” Buffy screamed his name in her release.

Slipping his fangs from her neck, Spike licked her wound. The demon in him was sated knowing his slayer had liked that. He had felt her clamp and flutter around him, the taste of her blood on his tongue had sent him toppling over the edge with her, spilling his cold seed into her welcoming womb.

They met each other’s eyes and Buffy smiled before she was convulsing above him. Buffy was screaming in pain as Spike moved to lay her down comfortable. He watched in horror as her stomach started to glow a bright white light as she yelled in pain.

“Spike,” she whimpered.

“What’s happening? Oh god, luv…Buffy? I don’t know what to do.” Spike was panicking but as the light in her stomach started to dim so did the pain. Buffy sighed in relief as the pain subsided and the tremors in her muscles went.

“It’s okay…I-it’s gone,” she replied, rolling onto her side to look at him. Spike nodded, still on edge, waiting for her to start screaming in pain again any second as he rolled onto his side to face her.

“What was that?”

“I’m guessing the transfer… Giles neglected to mention that it would hurt like hell,” she let out a laugh as they both awkwardly stared at random objects in her room. They stared at the bed, the wall, and the door anything but each other, unsure of what to do or say.

Taking a deep and unnecessary breath, Spike spoke.

“You probably want me to go, yeah?” Spike asked, attempting to get up.

“No…” Buffy said slightly nervous and scared. Surely Spike wouldn’t leave her alone after the most amazing sex they’d just had. The best sex she’d had ever in her entire life.

“I mean, if you want to go you can… but maybe… you could stay the night…Would you just hold me?” Buffy asked shyly.

Spike smiled at her, not saying a word as he brought the covers up over them, wrapping an arm around her waist as she rolled into his embrace. Spike held her tightly to him as they slowly drifted off to sleep together.

Giles sat at home with a mountain of books from the shop sprawled out all over his lounge room floor. He knew there was no loop hole to stop Buffy from going through with the ritual but there was no harm in reading as much about the upcoming apocalypse as he could. When Buffy had questions he would have the answers.

Something had confused him though, he read and re-read the ancient scroll, over and over again something was worrying him. With a frown marring his face, Giles pulled a heavy and very old looking book towards him, face dropping in realization.

They’d translated the text wrong.

“Oh, God!” His eyes widened as the scroll fell from his hands.

“It’s not possible! I-it can’t be a mistake…”

He swallowed the lump in his throat. He couldn’t possibly have translated the prophecy wrong. Could he?

Buffy was going to kill him.


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