10. Get it Done


Buffy still had her eyes closed as she felt him hoist himself up onto the mattress. She hadn’t really been paying attention as he had deftly steered his chair around the bed so that he could touch her. It hadn’t really occurred to her that it might be difficult for him to maneuver in the state he was in. She had hardly thought about it at all except when she had watched him wince in pain when he had tried to reach across her body. Would it hurt him, what they were going to do? Not that she cared.

She squeezed her eyes shut tight as she waited for the inevitable weight of him between her thighs. She squeezed them tighter as she felt his hand on her stomach, then lower down, caressing her sex, but she tried to block it out. All she had to do was endure it, and then she could go home and plan all their deaths.

Whatever he wanted to call it, and regardless of the fact that she had reluctantly agreed, Buffy knew what was going to happen. Spike was going to rape her. If she was lucky it wouldn’t be too painful, and at least it might calm this primal desire for sex that she couldn’t seem to reason away.

Eyes closed she waited, but the expected pain didn’t come. Whatever he was doing now, it felt really good. It was just the slightest pressure, almost like a cool breath against her most sensitive areas. And then…she opened one eye and saw him look up at her, sucking in his own lower lip with his teeth and then running his tongue over his upper lip. It looked sexy as hell. At last he bent his head down to her cunt again, and ran his tongue lightly over the lips of her vulva.

It felt like liquid fire, and despite herself she could feel her body begin to respond to him. She couldn’t help but begin to writhe and moan. After a moment she could feel the change of the texture of his tongue and knew he must have changed into game face. For a moment she panicked and began to struggle; not even Angelus had dared to bite her there! Straining she tried to get away, but although Spike couldn’t use his legs, his arms were incredibly strong. He held her in place.

Looking up again he smiled one of his insane, mocking smiles. In game face, rather than being reassuring, the grin made him look demonic. Seeming to know what she was thinking, he tried to calm her with gentle words, “Easy, pet. I’m not planning on hurting you.”

This time he gently sucked her nib into his mouth, then let it go with a plop. Oh god, it felt good. If only she could trust him.

Raising his head again, this time in human face, Spike looked into her in eyes and continued his plea. “… at least not much. Both have our orders don’t we? Just relax, and enjoy it. This isn’t a vampire thing, luv – humans do it too. And it’s usually very enjoyable for the woman. Least it looks like it is.” His tongue teased her opening before thrusting inside, then slid out again to pull on her clit. She could feel the edges of his fangs as they pressed gently against her labia. The implied threat was there, but they drew no blood.

She could barely make out his words as Spike continued talking without stopping what he was doing.

“Angelus hasn’t done this? Boy’s too stupid for his own good. Tell you what – I do anything to you that you don’t like, just tell me and I’ll try something else.”

Spike looked up for a moment, cocking his head to the side and searching the ceiling. He thought he’d just heard something. The sound of a spy hole being opened, or closed, he couldn’t tell which and it didn’t much matter. He knew well enough to act as if he were being watched at all times. Ignoring it, he grinned down at the Slayer again. “Tell me, do you want me to stop?”

Without waiting for a reply he lowered his head again, and this time sucked her clit into his mouth. She had never felt anything like it. He waited for her to stop moaning and rotating her cunt against his mouth before he let her go. “Didn’t think so.”

But she surprised him, responding viciously even as her body started to spasm. “I don’t want to do any of this with you, Spike. You’ve just convinced me that it’s better than being flogged, and that’s all.”

Momentarily removing his mouth from her clit Spike thrust two fingers inside her drenched opening, prolonging her orgasm. “That right, Slayer?” he drawled.

Then his mouth was on her again, fangs just barely raking her clit as she screamed out in a second orgasm so intense she literally saw stars. Letting go and shifting his bite towards the femoral artery, Spike dug in with his fangs again and began to suck in earnest. The taste was even better than he had remembered. Then again, he’d never drunk a Slayer’s combined blood and cum before.

Apart from the fantastic high, he could feel the elixir moving through his damaged body, healing him cell by cell. If he could get enough of her blood, he’d be out of the chair in no time at all. How many times had he protested that things would be different if he had been whole?

The blood was having another affect on him as well. When he had killed his first Slayer, the taste of her blood had had a similar effect. But even completely draining that Slayer in China had been nothing compared to this. The draining part had been very quick, and all business. It was only after she was dead and the blood hit his system that he had begun to feel the incredible affects of the aphrodisiac.

This Slayer seemed to get off on the bite itself. It was incredibly erotic. As much as he wanted to continue to drink her down, he needed to have his cock inside her, now.

The blood he had already consumed helped some, but it was still going to be difficult. Gone was the catlike grace he usually had, as he crawled his way clumsily up the Slayer’s body, using only his arms and dragging his useless legs behind. Luckily the Slayer’s eyes were still closed, so she didn’t have to see how awkward his movements really were.

Bracing himself on one arm, he used the other to unfasten the clasp on his jeans. His cock was rock hard and throbbing, the borrowed blood intensifying the already strong need within him. Pushing his jeans down far enough to maneuver took a few minutes more, and he didn’t think he could stand to wait another second. Fortunately he had already hiked her skirt up to her waist, and she had taken off her panties herself, so there was no barrier left between them.

Balancing now on the other arm, he took a second to check that her body was still ready for his, plunging two fingers back into her core. Finding her still wet, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in just the barest bit before stopping.

“Open your eyes, pet. I want you to look at me as I fuck you. I’m not going to lie to you and call it ‘making love,’ like the poofter. We’re fucking here, Slayer. Plain animal heat and desire. I’m gonna fuck you till you scream.”

Finished talking, he thrust in all the way, a gasp of pain and pleasure following fast on the heels of one another. She was tighter than he could have imagined. It was hard to believe that the poofter had been having her nearly every night now for weeks. Then again, she was the bloody Slayer. She healed fast. Given enough time between pokes and she’d probably grow a new bloody hymen. Wouldn’t that be a gig!

Every time he pulled back he extended his arms, and every time he pushed forward he let himself back down, as if he were doing exercises. He wanted to pound her into the mattress, grind his pubic bone against her clit until she was screaming underneath him. But every time he forgot and moved his hips rather than his whole body, a surge of agony shot through him.

They’d been going at it for five minutes before the Slayer finally noticed. She’d never understand that the pain didn’t matter.

“Spike. You have to stop. This is hurting you.”

“Can’t stop. Don’t wanna stop. Wanna fuck you till you scream.”

She reached up and grabbed his forearms, used her incredible strength to keep him from pushing back down into her. They grappled like that for a minute, until it became plain that Spike was not going to relent. It was torture, not being able to sheath himself all the way inside her, and before he knew it his eyes were tearing and he was swearing and pleading like penitent on his way to hell.

“Please, Buffy. Please. I can’t stop now. I need to be in you. I need you.”

Never in a hundred million lifetimes would Spike have predicted what the Slayer did next. It might have been pity, but he was vain enough to hope that it was her own desire that spurred her actions.

Without the slightest bit of warning, without so much as a by your leave, the Slayer neatly flipped them over so that Spike was laying flat on his back with the Slayer still intimately connected above him.

“Lie still,” she ordered, as she continued to thrust up and down on top of him. Her eyes were closed again, as she rode him relentlessly.

It still hurt. Every time she pressed him down firmly into the mattress it hurt like bloody hell, but he wasn’t about to let her know that. She might stop all together, and he didn’t think he could stand that.

He was as close to heaven as he was ever likely to get. His body was burning and thrumming with fresh Slayer blood, and his cock was ready to burst from the feel of warm Slayer body pounding above him. He’d never forget this night if he lived to be a thousand.