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Chapter 13


Spike was drowning in pure ecstasy, her soft tight cushiony walls, slick and hot were stretching to accommodate his huge manhood, Buffy writhed and bucked, moaned and begged underneath him. Gods, never had anything felt so good!

Pulling out nearly all the way, Spike thrust up hard, making Buffy emit a little grunt of pleasure each time he thrust back up deeply inside her.

Her legs wrapped tightly around him, ankles locked, she scratched his back leaving raised red welts, she bit his neck and shoulders, crying out how good, and massive he was.

She couldn’t get enough of him.

And Boy! Was there a lot of him to have, and she wanted him. Every last millimetre, filling her, stretching her, she felt reborn, wanton, nothing had ever felt so good as this, and she wasn’t about to give it up either.


“W-want-you, oh, Gods, don’t stop, Spike…uhn, oh…” She bit her bottom lip, the climax she could feel building was going to be a tooth-rattler.

Her head rolling, exposing her neck, she pulled his head to her. They kissed, lip-bruising, passion fuelled kisses, and as he felt the first tight clench of her orgasm, she pressed his mouth to her vein.

Increasing her pleasure ten fold, she cried out how he was the best, and she belonged to him. This did it for Spike, that and the fact that her sweet tight little pussy was wringing every last drop of come out of him.

As their orgasm’s abated, and they calmed, panting, Buffy ran a hand through her hair.

“That was incredible…YOU are SO…” She turned and looked at him.
Spike was looking at her with such awe, such tenderness, and dare she even think it, love?

“Me, uh huh, it’s you, babe, so sweet and beautiful and delicious and…hmm”

Buffy wrapped her arms around him; he lay his head on her breast, where she stroked her fingers through his hair, soothing him.

He woke virtually in the same position. Smiling, he couldn’t resist raising his head, and circling her nipple with his cool tongue. Immediately the areola puckered, and the nipple stood proud, he sucked it into his mouth gently, swiping his tongue back and forth over the hardening nub.

Buffy mewled, then gasped, smiled in her sleep, she stroked his head, although she was still asleep. Spike stopped his ministrations, and looked at her…Gods, who’d have thought it, she was so beautiful…

“You’re SO beautiful,” Spike whispered.

Buffy’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled, turned her head to look at him fully in the face.

“Hello baby” her voice cracked, still thick with sleep. She stroked her hand through his hair.

Spike’s undead heart fluttered.

“’Lo, beautiful” Spike said seriously. Buffy cupped his face and leaned up for a kiss. So tender, so ooooohhhhh godddds! What a kisser…Flopping back breathless, she pulled his hair, softly tugging, she traced round his ear and down his neck with her finger, making him shiver with delight.

Buffy looked at the time, it as 5.25am.

“I won’t be long” She got up and went to the bathroom.
Two minutes later, she got back into bed, all relieved and minty fresh. She cuddled up to Spike, stroking his strong back.

Spike nestled in as close as he could get.

“You ok baby?” Buffy asked, she had her eyes closed, still stroking him.

“No” Spike said.

Alarmed, Buffy was wide-awake, and tried to sit up, but Spike was reluctant to let her go.

“Why, what’s the matter, baby?”

“I’m scared. I’m scared that you’re suddenly going to…(he looked away from her for a few seconds) come to your senses or start thinking about what Angel said, or something, and…well, leave me”

The last two words came out barely above a whisper, and he swallowed nervously. She smiled, and hugged him close, running her fingers through his hair.

He loved that, and she knew it soothed him too.

“Don’t be scared baby, I don’t know what’s happened to us, but I know this much, I don’t want it to end, I promise you, not now, I couldn’t give you up, it’s too good between us, too special…I won’t let anything spoil it.”

Buffy hadn’t taken her eyes off his as she spoke, she saw everything, passion, fire, anger, but most of all she could feel love, see it, knew it, as sure as she knew it was growing inside her too… Spike kissed her.

He always kissed her as though it might be the last time, as though everything was ending, they left her breathless and full of want.

Gently pushing him down on his back, Buffy straddled his slim hips, nuzzling his neck, she whispered,
“Hmm, want you…need you………got to have you, you are so gorgeous, so big and so good…”

Spike’s eyes rolled, god, she was sex on legs, and just looking at her was turn on enough, but this – her words, her…

“Ooooohhhhh! Buf-fy!” Spike groaned as her soft warm femininity slid down over his hardness, deep into the core of her need.


Leaving Spike in bed, Buffy took herself off to town, arranging to see him at the shop after lunch.

“Well, I don’t know what you said, but something must have filtered through, I was expecting him to be sitting outside in the tree”

Buffy said to Giles.

“Yes, well, and he did…I said I wouldn’t say anything, we didn’t think you’d appreciate being talked about.” Giles said. The phone rang, and he went to answer it.

Buffy came and stood behind Spike, and she leant her arms on his shoulders, whispered. Spike held her hands in front of him, they just had to be touching.

“I swear to you, I haven’t used magic, baby, I wouldn’t, I don’t…”

“I know baby, I trust you, believe you…hey, I want this to be-“

“Well, shall we get on?” Giles came in brisk and efficient, trying to regain a little credibility from last night’s fiasco of the warehouse.

Giving Spike’s shoulder a little squeeze Buffy whispered ‘later’ and came and sat next to Giles.

“Right, this, is it” Giles put a small box on the table, slipped it out of its cardboard sleeve.

“Spike, I’d come and stand over here if I was you, just in case” Giles said, and Spike did so.

The box was of the type that would have held a ladies watch or fancy pen, long and slim.

He opened it, and at first glance, you’d have thought that’s just what it was, a pen.

Slim and black, pointed at one end. Giles took out a folded piece a paper, and smoothed it out on the table, and began to read the instructions.

Taking off his glasses, he said to Buffy, seems you really use it as a stake, except that this bit here, at the end, when you drive it into his heart, you press this little end bit, and it injects a very concentrated holy water type fluid that’ll make it hard for him to re-materialise, then if he wasn’t standing on the cloth, you use it to ‘mop up’ and dust, it’ll cling to it like a magnet apparently, then you drop everything into the lead lined box…which we still haven’t got yet, but it’s on its way as we speak”





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