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Chapter 3


At five to midnight, Spike rattled the door of the Magic Box. Eventually Giles opened the door.

“Buffy not with you?” Giles looked passed Spike into the night.

“No, I had some business to attend to” Giles could smell he’d been drinking.

“You’re not drunk I hope, are you Spike, we need to do some serious practicing, and-”

“No, don’t get your knickers in a bunch, I’ve only had a couple, to be sociable, I was getting some info if you must know, finding out about the venue for this party”

“Really, oh, that’s excellent!” Giles removed his glasses, went to sit down, very stiffly, hand on his back.

“Say, is that the start of a black eye?” Spike asked, grinning at the little dark blue crescent shaped bruise under Giles’s right eye.

“What, oh, um, yes, I er…” Giles gently returned his glasses to his face, pushing them gently further up his nose

“Pissed off the slayer, I know, I heard!” Spike said with a grin.
The shop door nearly rattled off its hinges.

“Shall I go? - I think I can move faster than you!” Spike turned the key, and opened the door. Buffy came in, without looking up, she pulled off her hat, scarf and gloves, then her coat.

“Right, let’s get this over with, the quicker I can finish, the quicker I can get home and shower away this ‘ick’ feeling I have having to work with you!”

She only looked up at Spike when she’d finished her sentence. He was giving her his best ‘who’s a sexy boy then’ grin. WOW! She thought, (doing a double take) when did Spike’s eyes suddenly get so blue and … sexy? … And those cheekbones…such soft looking, kissable lips…how come I’ve never noticed those before? She went round-eyed for a second or two, and then shook her head as if to clear the rogue thought.

“Right then, that, for a start, will have to go” Spike said fingering her neck, meaning (or so Buffy thought) her cross.

She took it off. Spike swallowed, he felt nervous! –Him, William the Bloody, nervous as a…very nervous thing…Gods she looked gorgeous…never more so…her lips looked so soft and kissable…

“And the jumper, can’t operate properly with you in a polo neck, now can I?”

“Improvise, you’re NOT biting me tonight!” Buffy said through gritted teeth.

Spike rolled his eyes. ‘Oh, shit! This is going to be a barrel of laughs’ he thought.

“Right, as my queen, you’ll be-“

“Queen?” Buffy raised a brow. Spike sighed.

“Queen, it’s the proper terminology, I’m head of Clan Aurelius, and any female I take can be classed as a queen, and-“

“You’re not though, Angel is” Buffy interrupted him again. Spike briefly clenched his fists, rolled his eyes, and said, quietly,

“If you’ll just SHUT THE FUCK UP, for two minutes, I’ll explain things to you, ok?”

“Don’t swear at me, I’ll”

“Buffy, shush, this is important” Giles said, sitting carefully.

Buffy shocked, snapped her mouth shut and scowled, frowned and then bit her bottom lip; she’d noticed how stiffly Giles’ moved, and his slight black eye.

Perhaps she DID go too far with Giles during training earlier. Giving a huffed sigh, she crossed her arms. And turned her attention back to Spike, trying to look suitably bored.

“Technically, Darla is head of Clan Aurelius, but as women cannot be heads, then the honour falls to the eldest male, which was Angelus, as he is no longer, the title falls to the next eldest male, me, so, I am head of Clan Aurelius, ok, got that, can I carry on?”

Buffy rolled her eyes in a thoroughly bored fashion, yawned.

“You keep your chin and your eyes downcast, you will only speak if spoken to, and you do not, voice an opinion, especially one that differs from mine, ok. If I hold out my hand to you, you come to me, and if I playfully toy with you sexually, (Buffy’s eyes went big as she snapped her head up to look at him,) you respond, and DON’T pull away. It will be expected of me to show my prowess”

“H-H-How d-d-d-do you m-m-m-mean, ’toy’, exactly?”

Buffy asked nervously, shifting nervously in her seat, swallowing.

“Don’t worry, I won’t rip your knickers off and give you oral sex, if that’s what your worried about, I m-mean, um, well, I erm, I-I might just r-r-run a finger down your cheek or, um, a-arm.”

‘Fuck, get a grip mate’ Spike thought, as his sudden hard-on at the suggestion of giving her oral sex was making its presence felt…why the hell had he used that analogy for?

Buffy too had felt a sharp sudden thrill, then the searing hot embarrassment as her neck flushed and the red crept up her cheeks, much to the delight of Spike.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if Giles hadn’t been there………

“You’ll find a lot of this will come naturally, when you’re under my thrall anyway.” Spike said, with a satisfied smirk.

Angry with herself for being embarrassed, Buffy retorted,


“Really, turn you into Brad Pitt will it, this thrall, coz I’m gonna need something…” she sneered, batting her eyes at him, not meaning a word of it.

She was trying to avoid looking in HIS eyes, coz she knew those big blue eyes of his could see right through her… ……… she couldn’t stop looking at those firm pecs…….. the washboard abs…the huge bulge in his…why was he looking at her like that? – Oh…OH!


Spike grinned wolfishly at her, His head held back and at a slight angle, mouth half open, bottom jaw jutting forward, his tongue pressed against his top teeth, he stared at her, his eyes so full of blue fire, Buffy felt a little mesmerised already.

Blinking, she bought herself back to the here and now, she’d just had THE most amazing mental picture, of herself naked on a bed, writhing in ecstasy, with Spike’s head buried between her thighs!

She’d never had oral sex before…

“Slayer!”

“Huh?” Buffy was startled out of her reverie.

Spike knew she’d seen his mental thrall picture, and began to see her in a new light, especially as he could smell…he glanced at her, no fooling his vampiric sense of smell there...

Buffy looked away, quickly, big eyed, she swallowed and snapped her thighs shut, her mouth suddenly dry, it was strange, as though all the moisture from her mouth had headed south…She felt damp, aroused…she quickly pressed her thighs together even more tightly.

Giles stood up slowly.

“Er, can we continue tomorrow…tonight, rather, I’m rather tired, and …oh, I need a hot soak,” Giles said, getting up stiffly, holding his lower lumbar region.

They all left the shop.

“Can I offer you a lift Buffy?” Giles asked. Buffy opened her mouth to speak, but Spike said,

“No, I’ll walk with her, I can fill her in on some more history” Buffy didn’t object, and Giles drove off.

“So, slayer, that white bread Iowa pasty-faced farm boy never gave you oral sex…”

Spike ducked the fist he knew that was coming, and caught her wrist, pulled her up close to him. She was startled for a second, and slightly overbalanced, totally invading his ‘personal space’, her body touching his.

He could feel her hard nipples just under her thin jumper against his chest, and the rapid beat of her heart, and the smell of her arousal, her warm breath on his face…she jumped backwards slightly.

“Panties wet, love?” he grinned, the smell of her arousal was the sweetest perfume to him.

“No” Buffy said, honestly, but she was having difficulty controlling her breathing, she turned her head away and stepped back even further from him trying hard not to look at him, but he took a step closer to her.

“Well, I KNOW different” he almost growled

“Spike, I haven’t got wet panties” She turned her head slowly and looked him straight in the eye.

“No? - ‘Cause you smell, Spike leaned in close to her neck… (Buffy froze, holding her breath) …delicious,”

Spike breathed the word into her ear. She shuddered and closed her rolling eyes, letting out a little groan, arching towards him, her mouth half open, breathing accelerated. He smelt of old leather, and whiskey, cigarettes, and fresh cold night air.

Spike risked kissing her neck, his cool lips on her hot skin made her go goose bumpy all over, her nipples hardened even more to the point of almost being painful.

Her eyes flew open as he pressed his hardness to her. Was that a groan she just let slip out…was it? Coz, oh gods, if he didn’t stop what he was doing…

“Sp-Spike!”

“Hmm?”

“-W-W-W-What are you doing?” She asked, softly. She should have been angry, should have pushed him away, should have…should…oh Gods! She barely managed to uncross her rolling eyes.

“Familiarising myself to the territory………enjoying myself…” Buffy swallowed and closed her rolling eyes again, as his lips were doing wondrous things to her neck, brushing across her throat, breathing in her ear, barely touching her, but – OH WOW, shivering in pure pleasure, her nipples were actually aching now, they were so hard… Spike again persisted that she had on wet panties, wet with arousal…

“I don’t”

“Slayer, you can’t fool me, I-”

“Spike, I’m not wearing any…”

He pushed her away a little by the top of her arms, looked into her eyes.

“You’re not…”
“Wearing any, no” Staring at his mouth, she provocatively licked her lips…

He whimpered. Who was a sexy little minx then…they were outside his crypt.

He wondered briefly whether or not to risk kissing her…or even asking her in…

“Um, night then” Buffy said, but not moving away.

“Erm, what? Oh, erm, yeah, right, um... night. Oh, shall I walk you home, all manner of beasties around at this time of night”

“Ok, my moms away” Buffy’s eyes went huge at her own forthrightness. Why did I just tell him that, why?! Buffy thought.

“Oh, right.” Spike nodded. Useful to know…

“Tea?” Buffy asked as they got to her driveway. Spike nodded again.

As soon as they got inside the house, they dived on one another, kissing, nipping, nuzzling…before she could blink,

Spike had her up against the inside of the front door, his hand up her jumper, flipping up her bra cups, and thumbing her nipples to hard peaks, his lips on her neck, grinding his hardness against her crotch… All thoughts of ‘tea’ forgotten.

Buffy couldn’t get the vision of Spike giving her oral sex out of her head…and less than two minutes later, it wasn’t a vision, it was for real.

After stumbling frantically up the stairs, throwing their clothes off in abandon, Buffy hit her bed naked. Spike paused in her doorway, hopping to pull first one leg, then the other of his jeans off. He left them where they fell. Giving her a predatory grin, he crawled up the bed towards her………

As soon as his cool stiffened tongue tip slid up and down over her smooth shaven labia, she was nearly up on the ceiling, and when it slipped through her moist folds and found her clit, she was in orbit. Circling it, flicking it, gently sucking it, then he dipped lower with his tongue, to lap up her flowing nectar,

Buffy cried out as the first orgasm tore through her, that it was SO good…
Spike thought he’d burst; he was so hard… and he’d been so right about her being delicious!

“Buffy”…he slid up her body, leaving her on the edge of another orgasm, she could feel how massive he was,

“Now, in me, please, now, OH GODS!” He put the angry purplish head of his monster-sized dick at her wet opening, and began to push forward. She arched her back, gods he was SO BIG!

She was shaking like a leaf……… he’d never fit inside her…he’d got to be 10 inches at least, and boy, was he thick! He began to thrust forward…slowly, slowly…Sweet gods she was tight…On the fifth thrust, he was almost all the way inside her, she was very wet, hot as hell and virgin tight, and was screaming, mindless, head thrashing from side to side, hips churning, her nails scratching at his shoulders, and he’d never last, especially as she was bucking and thrashing around like a wildcat, her inner muscles working overtime to both accommodate and pleasure him.

He was practically cross-eyed with the supreme sensations, never in his whole existence had anything ever felt so good, it felt like he was inside molten lava she was so hot. She was clutching at his shoulders now, which rippled under her touch as he power thrusted inside her, and then she scratched his back, biting his neck, arching up.

Spike thought he was going to burst, he’d never felt anything so good as this, he was heading for an earth-shattering orgasm. Begging him to go faster and harder, he was more than happy to oblige, he reached down, and snagged her behind her knee, pulling it upwards. She automatically followed suit with her other leg, now really opened up to him, Spike slipped inside her all the way at last, letting out a strangulated,

“OH FUCK, YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS” he thrust hard into her cervix, making her cry out in total ecstasy. Thrashing her head from side to side, she felt so brim full of him she could hardly get her breath. The one thing she knew though; was that she was heading for the mother of all orgasms.

She cried out as she felt him swell, his sac firmed up, and he absolutely pounded into her, he felt the first involuntary clench of her orgasm, she raked her nails down his back, then dug them into his butt, and screamed out the longest, deepest, hardest orgasm she’d ever had with anyone, the sweet tight clenching took him past the point of no return, as he thrust up really hard, he poured a veritable fountain inside her.

The pure pleasure was indescribable for both of them, and Spike’s climax triggered another orgasm for her, her first multiple, and her tight clenching muscles milked him dry. They both lay panting Buffy more heaving than panting, it was SO GOOD…she was incredulous. Spike was gasping un-necessarily. Eventually, when they’d both calmed down, Buffy turned her head to look at him…

“WOW! I…I didn’t know it could be that good” She said quietly, honestly.
Spike knew, no machismo now, no bravado or smart Alec remarks, and there might just be a re-match………he raised his head from her shoulder.
“Baby, what can I say, you were totally……… amazing!” He gave her a soft kiss.
She looked at him big eyed.

“Really?”

“Oh wow, Buffy, don’t doubt it, love, you were just incredible” he ran his cool hand down her shoulder, he leaned over and gently circled her raised areola with his cool tongue, before gently sucking her nipple into his mouth. Buffy groaned erotically, and squirmed, threading her fingers through his surprisingly soft wavy hair, holding his head to her.

Reaching across to her other breast, Spike plucked and gently pinched her other nipple with his finger and thumb. She raked her nails down his back, arching towards him. Rising up to kiss her, Buffy grabbed him around the middle with her legs and flipped him over so he was lying face up on the bed. Spike grinned. So… she wanted more did she? – Right!





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