As the swirl of residual vampire dusk dispersed into the air, Buffy resumed her search. Each male she approached was less worthy than the last, to be her mate. The fury that these insignificant creatures brought forth demanded her to remove their heads with one fatal twist of her powerful hands.
Buffy raised her nose into the air in an attempt to recapture his scent. She breathed deeply, as the essence of a powerful master vampire, the only one that could ever be worthy enough to be her mate, washed over her senses. As his raw, undiluted essence of sexuality and power rolled over her tongue, it proceeded to dampen her panties and filled her with unbridled lust. Once she picked up his trail, her stalking gait increased to a burst of speed.
As Buffy continued to track her chosen mate, her memories brought forward the vision of his razor-sharp cheekbones, full sensual lips and intense cerulean eyes as he’d approached her in the alleyway behind the Bronze. His sarcastic applause for her defeat of a lesser vampire rang throughout the empty space as he stalked closer. As they’d traded brief introductions, Buffy’s heart raced staring at this vampire that could bring any woman, even the Slayer, to her knees with an utterance and a twisted smile.
Even as his speech threatened death, his deep baritone voice caressed his words like liquid fire, which made promises of the forbidden. Promises of pleasure, lust and desire filled her mind as she focused on the bringer of death before her. He was a complete walking contradiction; a face of an angel with a body made for sin.
As his true essence surrounded her, Buffy’s mind dispelled her memories, as the reality of his presence made her body hum with delight. She slowed her pace as she saw him, in the distance. He was surrounded by smaller demons that were eager to please their new master. With her approach, he turned to face her. The angel of death for his kind was she, the Slayer.
“Well, well, what do we have here? I was wonderin’ what juicy morsel that this eve had changed you into. My, my Slayer, I didn’t figure you as one to tart up like that,” Spike purred as he stalked closer to her frozen form.
Buffy looked upon the prize she had searched for. She lowered her body to the hardened ground. Kneeling down, eyes closed, she barred the silken unmarred column of her throat and whispered.
“Master,” Spike’s pace abruptly stopped as this submissive word and action reached his sensitive ears and eyes. Spike approached with hesitation as he studied the formidable woman that knelt at his feet, offering the sweetest blood that a vamp could partake in. Even though she was in a position of complete submission, this didn’t mean that she wasn’t resourceful. This Slayer could stake his arse dead, well more dead, if he didn’t approach with caution.
“What kind of game are you playin’ at Slayer?” Spike growled as he advanced slowly on red alert. Buffy’s eyes fluttered open, as she retained her position.
“No game Master, well not now anyway. I’m here to offer myself to you. In blood and body, to do as you will,” Buffy purred. As Spike's gaze scorched over her form, her wayward hand slowly descended her neck, continued over the swells of her breasts, and finally reached its destination, her clothed mound. Her hand hovered slightly there, before it fell limply by her side.
Spike was entranced as his eyes absorbed the vision before him. His cock swelled with borrowed blood, as it pressed against its denim confines. As his hungry gaze studied her, infuriation filled him as the thought of being played by this tiny warrior, rang throughout his mind. In several steps, he stood before her. Lighting quick, he leaned down, grabbed a handful of her golden locks, and tore her from the ground.
“Slayer! Not wise to anger me. I wanted to taste your blood in the heat of battle, anything less would not be fitting for a warrior’s death. This doesn’t mean that I won’t drain you dry right now and toss your body in the gutter with the other empty Happy Meals with Legs!” Spike snarled as he shifted in game face. In her true form, Buffy’s defiant gaze met his as she responded.
“Believe me Spike, my body and blood aren’t offered to you lightly. There are many vamps that are dust in the wind because they were not worthy of my offering. I thought that of any vampire that calls Sunnydale their home, you would be vamp enough to take the challenge. Maybe I was wrong.” Buffy’s words snapped back, as she pulled from his grasp.
The primal force of this tiny fierce warrior had been his obsession, since he first saw her dancing in the Bronze that first night. This fixation took hold while he was alone, late in the day, while Dru was sleeping. His hand would wrap around his cock as the thoughts of this golden goddess filled his mind, while he brought himself to an unsatisfying completion.
Her biting words struck deep. In a flash he was on her again. His left hand wrapped in her flaxen tresses, as the fingers of his right hand roamed over her pulse point. Immediately, his hand pulled away as if it was burnt. Spike then tilted his head to listen. Nothing was heard. The Slayer no longer held a heart beat under her bronzed skin. Spike harshly bowed her neck, first to the right, then left, as he closely inspected the tantalizing columns of flesh.
The only mark that marred her skin was the old scar from that bat-faced bastard, the Master. Otherwise, it was beautifully flawless. Like a blank canvas that awaited for a painter to place his vision there. Spike’s mind then remembered the small fleet of new demons that were created tonight. Dru’s words rang in his mind.
‘Don’t worry. Everything’s switching. Outside to inside. It makes her weak.’
As his grip remained firm, Spike leaned forward, as his deep intake of his breath, brought her essence into his lungs. Under the fragrance of spun sugar, sunshine and purity laid the fire and sheer power that this woman had yet had the pleasure of truly tasting, the primal force that was her birthright of being the Slayer.
Spike’s raspy tongue snaked out from his full lips, as he stroked his talented muscle thoroughly over her throat. Buffy’s neck arched completely, to grant him total access to her sensitive skin. Her eyes rolled back as her heavy painted lids fluttered and then closed. A rumbling possessive growl was emitted from Spike’s throat as her shear presence overtook him.
Once her initial tang permeated his taste buds, a familiarity underlined her essence. She was not only a woman or the Slayer, but also something else. Spike pulled her heavenly throat away from him as he intently studied her face. Despite all the makeup, she was still a young girl. Her cheeks still full, yet to lose their roundness with age, her lips a perfect pout that would have any schoolboy creaming his jeans upon sight. As her eyes opened, he could see the wonder of life and hope that still filled her stunning emerald eyes.
“Show me!” Spike commanded as his golden amber gaze bore into hers. As Buffy reached down to grasp the hem of her shirt. Spike’s hand stilled hers.
“Not what I actually had in mind pet, well not right this moment. I was really requesting your true face,” Spike explained.
Buffy’s bee-stung lips curved into a naughty grin as she gracefully shook her head, bringing forth her demon. In a word, she was magnificent. Her forehead was ridged, giving her a look of a majestic feral cat. It sloped into her now golden eyes. Her mocking smirk housed two razor-like fangs that flashed pearly white against the ruby stain of her lips.
The sight of her got Spike harder, if that were at all possible. The desire to be cock and fangs deep in this tasty morsel, over rode any present thoughts of killing her. Spike licked his serrated grin at the promise of her potent blood flowing over his tongue as it traveled down his throat. A deep growl emitted from his chest as the temptation to taste her became too great.
Spike struck lighting-quick, as his fangs pressed into her tender throat. Only the tips punctured her creamy skin, as two small beads of ambrosia bubbled to the surface and slowly flowed downward. Spike greedily lapped up her blood, as he ran his gifted muscle from the bottom of her throat upwards. Once all the blood was tasted, his eager tongue danced inside his mouth to distribute her essence throughout.
“Take me Master, take all of me…NOW!” With a whoop of laughter, Spike grabbed her by the hand and ran off the closest private place that he could have worship this bundle of fire.
The recently created demons, followed obediently behind the couple as they ran. Off in the distance Spike saw an abandoned warehouse. He knocked down the boarded over door, with two kicks and scooped up the laughing Slayer. He looked over his shoulder and spoke brusquely to his new minions.
“Guard the door. Do not let anyone pass or your entrails will be the garland for my doorways!” With that command, he hurried quickly into the bowels of the vacant building.
While Spike carried his treasured bundle, she placed small nips and licks upon his alabaster skin. He couldn’t wait anymore to sample every delectable piece of her. Spike noticed a metal workbench that would work perfectly. As he held her tightly with one arm, he used the other to scatter the long forgotten tools away as he cleared an area for her luscious body.
Spike gently placed her atop the waist high metal workbench. Buffy’s legs immediately parted, to welcome his muscular body in the cradle of her thighs. He shifted from his demon visage quickly, as his now cerulean gaze roamed over her form. Buffy mirrored his actions, as her demon melted away. She then coyly leaned back so he could take his fill of her offering.
“So Master, where shall we begin? Fuck or feed?” Buffy purred in a husky voice. As Spike’s tongue snaked out from between his teeth, he grabbed her by her hips and growled.
“No need to choose,” With that his mouth crashed upon hers. Their joining was a flurry of lips, teeth and tongues, as they tasted each other fully. Spike pulled roughly away from her lips as he began to trail his hungry mouth down the column of her throat. He placed bites with his blunt teeth on her responsive skin. Buffy’s back arched as mews of pleasure flowed from her throat.
As he feasted, his hand cupped her pert breast roughly handling the mound. Buffy brought her legs up around his hips, as she then hooked her ankles around his slender waist. Spike removed his mouth from her neck as his lust-filled gaze drank in the wanton beauty before him. Head thrown back, nipples sharp points under her barely there top, shallow shaking breaths that she no longer needed. Spike needed more. His hands fisted into the flimsy fabric of her shirt, and with one rough pull split the shirt in half.
Buffy’s head snapped up as a wicked smile graced her swollen, thoroughly kiss lips. As she brought her form forward, she began to run her hands in a tantalizing manner over her breasts as she spoke.
“So Master, do you like my pretty titties? As much as they like you?” Buffy cooed as her fingers plucked her erect nipples in their silken confines.
As with her shirt, Spike grabbed the silken fabric and pulled it from her body. Buffy’s pert mounds spilled forward as Spike attacked them with vigor. As his talented mouth feasted on one breast his hand harshly fondled the other. Buffy’s hand plunged into his bleached locks as he played her body like a finely tuned instrument.
“Oh…ummm…Spike…yes…that’s it baby…" Buffy moaned.
Spike hungrily swapped his attention on each breast. As her pleasure mounted, Buffy forcefully pulled his hair. In retaliation, he growled, shifted to game face, and then his fang pierced her erect nipple. A scream tore from her throat as she continued to hold his head to her breast. After several suckles, his face shifted again as he licked the remnants of blood from her mound. Spike ground his erection into her core as he feasted. When he finished, he spoke.
“Need to taste more of you baby.” Spike purred as he ran his hand down the middle of her breastbone as he urged her to lie back.
Spike’s mouth descended down her creamy skin, as he placed heady bites and lengthy licks upon her flesh. His talented hands then reached behind him, to unhooked her legs from his body, as they started to ascend over her stocking thighs. His greedy hands slid under her leather skirt and slowly traveled to her covered core. Once he reached the top of her thigh-highs, he growled.
“Naughty, naughty Slayer. Let’s see what type of knickers you have on.” Buffy propped herself up with her elbows as she responded.
“Nothing to see…nothing there,” Buffy cooed.
“Plannin’ on given the baddies in this town a glimpse of your sweet cunny Slayer? Should rightly punish you for that. Nobody will see, taste or touch your sweet quim but me!” Spike growled as his fingers worked at the outside of her dampened folds. Buffy’s head hung back, as she moaned from his ministrations.
“That’s it kitten, give me some cream,” Spike purred as he removed his fingers from her core and licked them clean. Her head snapped up, to witness his lips and tongue feast upon her spendings.
“Don’t you want it straight from the tap?” Buffy offered as she wiggled her hips in an attempt to entice him.
“Oh yeah…can’t hardly wait. In point of fact,” with that Spike dropped to his knees as he placed his hands on the back of her knees. With a sharp jerk, he dragged her body forward. The motion bunched her skirt around her waist as he gingerly draped her legs over his leather-encased shoulders. Spike’s hands traveled deftly upwards toward her core as her heady scent of arousal overwhelmed him.
Spike placed licks and bites upon her thighs as he worked toward her center. As he reached her core, he stared in awe as he took it all in. Her neatly trimmed curls framed the sweetest peach he’s ever seen. Her rose-colored lips glistened with moisture, as her tiny pearl-like clit pulsed with desire. The pointed tip of his tongue flicked from his pursed lips, as he tentatively tasted her. A growl erupted from his throat at her taste. She tasted of honey and milk, sweet and nourishing.
“More…give me more,” Buffy mewed
with a flattened tongue, Spike ran a forceful path from the bottom of her opening to the top, purposefully missing her clit. Buffy’s breath hitched as her back bowed from his attentions. After several passes of his dexterous tongue, he placed his mouth over her opening and sucked her folds inward. Using his teeth and tongue, he feasted upon her core. Buffy’s hips thrust upwards as she ground against his face in search of more friction. Spike could feel the quivers of her thighs and core, which signaled her impending orgasm. Spike continued to devour her, as he awaited his sweet reward. With a rush of sweet nectar her orgasm filled his mouth. While his tongue collected her spendings she mewed her content.
“Oh…more…Spike…I need more!” Buffy growled, as her hips started to gyrate again.
Spike brought his hand up, as his fingers toyed with her opening, as his tongue flicked and nibbled on her distended clit. Spike entered two fingers into her core and was quickly taken back at what he found, her maidenhead. She was still a virgin. He pulled his face away from her core as he stared at the wanton goddess above him. What he witnessed was a contradiction to her true state. Her head thrown back in sheer pleasure as she toyed with her breasts and pinched her nipples into glass-like points.
“I’ll be her first to taste her in every way. The Master doesn’t count. I will mark her as mine, inside and out!” Spike’s mind shouted.
With a deep growl, he fastened his mouth to her sodden core again as he worked his fingers gently into her tight fiery depths. As he felt another orgasm crest, he skillfully brought her to the brink. As she hovered briefly on the edge of sheer bliss, he pushed through her barrier as her orgasm tore through her body again. Spike worked feverishly to catch every drop of her spendings, a combination of cum and virginal blood. This heady combination brought his demon forward as he continued to collect his well-earned prize.
After she was thoroughly cleaned by his gifted tongue, he carefully lowered her boneless legs off his shoulders. Spike stood over the now sated Slayer.
“When did she become his?” Spike’s mind thought. When Buffy’s cloudy gaze met his as she whispered.
“Come to me, be in me Spike,” he couldn’t dispute the answer. She was his from the very beginning. Buffy sat up, and started to remove Spike’s leather from his muscular form.
She ran her nails over the alabaster skin of his forearms that were now exposed, from the removal of his trench. Buffy then ran the sharp points over his muscular chest, down his toned abs and stopped at the buttons of his black denims. Buffy then leaned forward to capture his mouth with hers. Her lust renewed when she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. Buffy deftly unfastened each button until her knuckles then caressed the velvety softness of his erection.
Spike lowered his jeans to give her better access to himself. Buffy’s hand wrapped around the flesh encased steel. She worked her hand, from the belled head, to the base with slow twists of her wrist as she descended. On the ascent, she rotated her wrist in the opposite direction. Each movement brought growls from his chest as they battled for dominance with their mouths. Spike placed both hands on her pert ass, as he dragged her hips forward to meet his.
Spike pulled his mouth away from hers, as his erection posed at her sodden entrance. The head of his cock hovered at her heated entrance, before he slowly entered her body with care despite the fierceness of their relationship. Spike’s eyes rolled into his head as her warmth consumed him. She was no longer as warm as human flesh, but she still had retained some heat. In addition to the warmth, her tight inner walls strangled his cock, as he tried to gain some semblance of control. Once he was fully seated and had possessed some restraint, he spoke as he gazed into her eyes.
“Thata girl. Now sweetness, tell me, who’s your Master?”
“You Spike. You’re my Master,” Buffy purred.
“That’s right. Don’t you ever forget it!” With that, Spike’s hips started to piston in and out of her snug core. The table shook with the forcefulness of his thrusts as Buffy moaned and mewed in delight. His hips continued their assault while his deft fingers reached down between them and tweaked her clit. His action triggered a third orgasm, which strangled his cock. He briefly slowed his movements due to her overwhelming tightness. As her muscles released, he then continued his fierce pace. One of his hands moved from her ass upwards, to wind into her golden tresses as she bared her throat to him.
Spike shifted to his vampire visage as his fangs pierced her tender throat. As he savored her blood, Buffy returned in kind, as she plunged her fangs into his flesh. As they feasted upon each other, the tempo of his hips remained the same. Buffy pulled from his throat first. As her mouth dripped with his blood, she declared.
“Mine!” Then she immediately stabbed her razor-like fangs back into his alabaster skin.
Without thought, Spike pulled away from her neck and echoed.
“Mine!” Upon his utterance he returned to the column of her throat. Another orgasm tore through her body, as he was fangs and cock deep. Without warning Spike’s climax slammed into him. With a demonic roar, he spilled his dead seed into her fiery depths. As his hips slowed in tempo, a flash of mystical energy consumed them.
Once the glow dissipated, their movements stopped as each realized, what had just happened between them. Buffy slowly removed her mouth from Spike’s shoulder, her eyes widen at the taste left in her mouth. His blood. Spike removed his fangs from her neck, as he felt and heard her heartbeat return.
As they both slowly moved back to look upon one another, confused green gaze met with equally confused golden ones. Spike shook his game face away as he stared at the tiny woman in his arms. Now that her heartbeat had returned, his cock felt encased in liquid fire. Due to her blood and her scorching depths, his cock pulsed back to life.
Buffy’s eyes widened as she finally realized the compromising position she was in. She placed her palms in the middle of his chest and with a shove; she pushed him out and off of her. As quick as lightning, she fled from his embrace. Buffy hastily grabbed a discarded jacket from a peg that hung by the closest exit, as she fled into the night.
With blood on his lips and her spendings on his cock, Spike stood there stunned as he watched her disappear.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
please note, this chapter has kink and blood play. Some risque blood play. Please remember Spike is a VAMPIRE and will highly enjoy blood, especially the slayer's, in any form.
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Hope you enjoyed! Let me know whatcha think! Thank you Sanityfair for fixing my boo boos! Thanks also to DreamScape99