Chapter 22: The Morning After the Night Before


Her body felt week and languid, and she groaned as sleep faded and she felt how sore she really was. Nevertheless, she hummed a little as she snuggled deeper into her pillow, trying to re-play the events of the night before in her memory. She was far too sated to want to move any time soon.

She remembered Angelus at her house with her Mom, and walking over to the restaurant/hotel. She even remembered some of the conversation with Spike. But she couldn’t quite figure out exactly how she had wound up in bed with BOTH of her vampire lovers.

At the time she hadn’t questioned it. In the light of day, the whole affair struck her as odd. Firstly, how had it come about? She couldn’t see a menage as something that she would instigate, no matter how tipsy she was. Then there was the fact that she hadn’t thought that Spike and Angelus were getting along that well – certainly not well enough for something like that, without any bitterness or complaint on either side. In fact, they had acted together smoothly, like a well-rehearsed team, never arguing or even discussing what was going to happen next. It had all just… flowed.

She struggled to recall the exact sequence of events, but everything was hazy. She remembered the feel of Angelus’s girth pumping into her from behind, and then the unexpected sensation of Spike simultaneously laving her core with his tongue. She wasn’t quite sure how such a thing was possible, or how they had managed to get into a position like that, but the sensation had been amazing. And when both vampires bit her… her orgasm had been overpowering.

She knew that she should have been angry, but she could clearly remember begging Angelus to do it. And the feeling it evoked, even now her body was wet and trembling just remembering it.

Unconsciously she moved her right hand to stroke the mark on her neck while the other sought out the puncture on her thigh. How could she ever have thought of denying herself something that felt so absolutely delicious? What real harm could there be in it? She was just fine, even though both of them had sipped from her. Neither of them had taken much. And it had felt divine.

She moaned into her pillow and got wet all over again just thinking about it. How she could even contemplate more sex as sore as she was…but it was a good sore. Unbidden, her hand slid from worrying the mark on her thigh to skid lightly over the nub of her clit. Rubbing gently she hoped that her Slayer healing would kick in soon. That she’d be as good as ever by dusk.

She decided that she would take a quick patrol first, and if she found neither Angelus nor Spike, she’d bury her pride and head straight for the mansion. She could only imagine their faces as she admitted how wrong she had been to try to withhold her precious blood from them. Gingerly, her fingers of her other hand began caressing the damp folds around her opening. She couldn’t even begin to imagine the creative ways her lovers would come up with to allow all three of them to be together.

Blushing into her sheets, she recalled that the night had not ended with that single mind-blowing orgasm. As her senses had begun to return, she had realized that she was now straddled over Spike’s prone form, his glistening bare cock still hard and needy. Belatedly she had realized that while both she and Angelus had climaxed, Spike apparently had not. His limpid blue eyes implored her to take pity on his dilemma, and although she would have sworn just a second ago that she was spent past all endurance, looking into his eyes renewed her desire. She heard him moan as her small soft hand took hold of his cock, and she felt her passion return. She licked her lips and gazed down at the still fragile form beneath her, while Angelus teased her breasts from behind. Slowly, Spike’s hands sought out her pussy, never once breaking contact with her eyes. Sensing the increase in her heartbeat, or perhaps scenting her reawakened interest, he allowed his fingers to slip inside her depths, while his thumb gently caressed her nub. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Spike gently pulled her up and positioned her over his long cock.

Sinking down part way over his long length, she paused for a second to allow her body to adjust to this new invasion. Her eyes were closed as she felt her neck tilted gently to the side so that cool lips could caress their mark. Opening her eyes she let her lips meet those of her other lover. She could still taste traces of her own blood on Angelus’s still stained lips. As the fire began to race through her veins, she impaled herself completely on Spike’s eager cock as it rushed up to meet her. Abandoning her lips, Angelus nipped and sucked greedily at her white shoulders while fondling her breasts.

Forcing the pair to slow their rhythm, Angelus moved his fingers downwards to tease and pull at her clit, while his fangs trailed light paths of blood down her back. Biting at her ass playfully he pushed her forward until her breasts were flat against Spike’s chest and held her there.

Re-opening the runnels he had just made down the slope of her shoulders, Angelus ran his teeth, tongue and hands further down her back, but this time he didn’t stop. Using his hands to pry apart the globes of her ass, she could feel his tongue rimming her delicate rose. The unexpected sensation had her pushing harder against Spike’s member, and she gasped as Angelus somehow he managed to push Spike’s unresisting legs up until they were hooked over her thighs, the angle of the penetration pushing Spike so deeply inside her it made her cry out. She could feel herself begin contracting on Spike’s rigid member as Angelus’s weight settled behind her and began to thrust as if he were the one buried inside her. The sensation was even more intense than the first, as she felt another orgasm begin to build.

Squeezed between the two strong male bodies she let the wave carry her over the top. This time she heard Spike and Angelus both cry out with her as she shouted her release. As she re-played the event in her mind, she felt another small orgasm pass through her, a mere shadow of what she had felt the night before.

Completely spent, when she had finally forced herself out of the bed, she had realized that she was ravenous. Before she had raced home she had wolfed down both the steak and seafood dinners that Spike had ordered for them. But besides the insatiable appetite, which still was not satisfied, she couldn’t point to any other ill affects from the loss of blood. It was the heavy pounding she had taken that made her thighs tender and her core ache.