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10/18/17 09:43 pm
Granted, and thank you, Pari, for pointing that out to me, so that I could write to the author and address the issue personally. I'm most grateful.
10/07/17 01:42 am
@Palpatine authors are in charge of the banners they add to their stories, so you will need to contact them personally to let them know their banner pic is not showing.
10/07/17 01:41 am
@kelticmoon, I added some back but they are not updated, meaning things you find on the default skin may not be on the other skins :)
10/05/17 10:47 pm
Where are the other skins that use to be here?
10/05/17 03:52 pm
Some of the pictures seem to be having real trouble being looked at, they keep on saying "enable third party hosting", a real problem it seems.
09/25/17 10:11 pm
Hey nmcil we got this strightened via email, thanks for the donation. Thanks to all who donated as we are now paid up through/to Jan 2019!
09/21/17 03:08 am
How can we contribute using PayPal?
09/21/17 03:05 am
What happen to the PayPal donation. I USE PayPal.
05/18/17 09:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
03/20/17 06:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.


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A little follow up to Discovering Daddy; set about three years later.

“Spike! I’m serious!” Buffy pulled the sheets tightly around her, trying to turn away from the temptation that was her husband’s chiseled torso.

“Me too, pet.” He suckled gently below her earlobe, his hand winding its way through the tangle of sheets. “Want you.”

Restraint fading fast, she chewed thoughtfully on her lip. “But what—”

“No buts!” He fell on top of her, one muscled thigh resting between hers. “Well, except...you know.” He raised a sexy, scarred eyebrow.

She sighed loudly, looking up at him as she unconsciously lifted one leg to wrap around his hip. “Okay, so what are you going to say when your little girl pokes her head in that door?”

“You mean gorgeous, beautiful, cute little angel head.” He corrected. “I’ll just tell her...” Trailing off, he made incoherent sounds as he started different answers only to change his mind.

He growled playfully when she begun to giggle at his expense and gripped her hips, falling onto his back with a smug grin when she bucked against him and let out a helpless whimper.

“I’ll tell her we’re getting ready.”

“R-ready for what?” She’d nearly forgotten what the original question was.

“Her birthday.” He shot her a cheeky grin. “We’re giving her a baby brother.”

“Spike, don’t.” Her voice was no more than a hushed whisper.

Whilst his expression had melted her insides and sent a pleasant shock between her legs, her mind went into overdrive. She knew how Spike adored their child and often spoke of the possibility of another addition to their family, but Buffy knew it would be impossible. Their little girl had been a gift from the Powers That Be and with Spike still from the ‘creature of the night’ species there could be no chance of a second child. And while Buffy also longed for another, she was reluctant to ask for more than they’d already been given.

“There’s no harm in wishin’ Mummy.” He cupped her cheek with one hand and pulled her down against his throbbing desire with the other. Giving her a soft smile, he graced her with a tender kiss and when he was finally enveloped her fiery depths he rasped, “Ride for Daddy.”

“God!” Moving slowly, she did his bidding even as she groaned out, “That’s so... wrong.”

“Yeah.” Spike was transfixed, watching her body rise and fall over his; her neck arched gracefully and her pert breasts demanding his attentions. “And you love it.”

She began to twist her hips faster and Spike took in every quiet mewl and breathy moan which escaped her lips. But he wanted more and thrust a little harder, reaching to where they were joined and tracing entrancing patterns over her swollen and pulsating clit. A shudder took over her body and she fell forwards, her elbows on the bed above his shoulders and their foreheads touching.


He held on tightly to her hips, loving the way her hair created a curtain around them and shut out the rest of the world.

“Scream for me, baby,” he whispered on the brink of ecstasy. “Show Daddy how much you love it.”

She felt her inner walls clamp down and her blonde locks flew as she threw her head back and sat up, milking every last ounce of their pleasure. She heard herself cry out his name, forgetting her concern for noise and three year old ears when he groaned hers in an equally orgasmic reply. Desire still shining in their eyes, husband and wife watched each other greedily as their bodies heaved and gently rocked together.

“Mummy?” A little voice piped out. “What are you doing to Daddy?”

Buffy rolled off Spike with a startled squeak, reaching for the robe she’d thrown on the floor. Spike, meanwhile, bit his lip and stifled a laugh. Making sure the sheets covered his pride; he sat up and reached out to his little girl.

“Hey Goldilocks, everything okay? Did Mummy make too much noise?” He glanced over at Buffy when she slapped his arm but at the sight of her deep blush (evident even in the dark room) he choked on another laugh.

But unaware of what she’d walked into; their daughter’s face broke into a bright smile at the sound of her pet name.

“Mr. Guyles wanted a huggie,” she declared proudly and held up her teddy bear by the arm. “Can I have a huggie too?”

Reaching for her tiny figure, Spike plucked her from their bedside and tucked her and the bear snug between himself and Buffy. She cuddled up to her mother, giggling up at her when Spike put a strong arm around her middle and his bare chest created a protective wall around her.

“No clothes Daddy.”

Spike felt yet another laugh grow inside him as Buffy’s eyes grew comically wide and she looked at him over their baby girl’s head mouthing, “Pants. Now!”


Looking down, the Powers gulped and watched from behind parted fingers as their gift to the Slayer and the Souled Vampire peeked in through the bedroom door. Throwing glances to one another, they decided that said Slayer and Vampire deserved their pity. So they placed another of their kind deep in the womb of the sleeping Slayer; this time making it a boy.


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