Comfy?” Buffy frowned down at Spike worriedly.

“Yeah, pet, more than comfy!” Spike leered up at his concerned mate. He curled his tongue against his teeth and thrust upwards. “Come on, pet, give it me good,” he taunted.

Spike pulled against the ties that anchored him to the four posts experimentally, secretly thrilled that his girl had initiated bondage. He sighed happily at the memory of his Slayer tied to the bathtub on the night that they had mated. He had hoped that one day she would be brave enough to turn the tables on him. And now she had.

“Okay, um…what should I…”

“Anything you want, pet. I’m all yours,” Spike interrupted. He watched as the embarrassment disappeared from his mate’s face, replaced with a sultry look as Buffy reached for the bottle soaking in the bowl on the bedside table.

“Ready?” she whispered.

Spike nodded, trying not to smile at her timidity.

Buffy uncapped the bottle and drizzled it over his torso. The warm oil coated his pale skin, the aroma of strawberries filling the air.

Buffy ran her hands over his muscled chest. She gazed down at the rings her husband and mate had placed on her left hand. She smiled happily, feeling warm and loved. Looking up at her lover, she caught his gaze. “You’re all mine now…”

“For all eternity, pet,” Spike sighed.

For several minutes the crypt was filled with the soft sounds of Spike’s gasps and moans as Buffy massaged his cool body.

“Close your eyes, Spike,” Buffy cooed as she began to rub her small hands in circular motions from Spike’s ankles, working her way gradually upwards. Within minutes, she had coated both of the vampire’s legs. The man lay limp, surrendering to the sensations that her hands were evoking.

When Buffy reached his inner thighs, she lingered, trailing her fingers gently along the soft skin. Her breath breezed across Spike’s cock as she leant over and began to massage along the soft fold where Spike’s legs met his hips.

“Oh, bloody amazing, luv…” Spike moaned happily.

Unable to resist, Buffy leant over and pressed a kiss to the tip of Spike’s erection. She allowed her lips to linger over the head as she lapped at the pre-cum that was seeping out. Spike’s hips surged upwards, his movement hampered by the silk ties that anchored his ankles to the posts.

“Pet, take me in! I need you…” the blond vampire begged. His unneeded breath was shaky as he gasped and panted. His hips thrust blindly, seeking her warm mouth.

Buffy giggled at the sight of her usually cool mate reduced to a puddle of strawberry-flavored vampire goo. “Nope, just let me play.”

She pressed her oil-slicked hands against his hips and began to rub hard, sliding them down. She pulled his hips up and reached under Spike to massage the globes of his ass. Her actions caused her to lean forward and press her breasts into his muscled six-pack, her warm breath now teasing Spike’s rapidly tightening nipples. Buffy lapped at the closest one causing it to harden even more. She savored the taste of strawberries mingling with the flavor of her now purring mate.

“Buffy, please, I need you…” Spike groaned as Buffy straddled his groin, her hot wetness rubbing erotically against his twitching cock. Buffy slid up and down as she massaged along his collarbone, coating him with her excitement. Her pussy lips surrounded Spike’s aching cock as she rode him hard.

Spike began to babble, as Buffy’s cunt grew hotter and wetter against him. Although the massage was intended to be solely for Spike’s enjoyment, Buffy began to selfishly pursue her own orgasm, sliding across his cock and allowing the head to brush against her sensitive clit.

“Mmm…” the Slayer rolled her head backwards as the tip of Spike’s cock repeatedly rubbed against her clit, which was hard and straining for release. She could feel his dick sliding between her inner lips and warming slightly against her. She shifted her hips slightly and positioned the head of Spike’s cock against her engorged nubbin and pressed down hard. It was all she needed to send herself over the edge.

“Ohhh…” Buffy slumped forward, blindly seeking her claim mark on Spike’s neck; she could feel his frustration through their link. He had wanted to join her as she came, not used and ridden into submission. Buffy attached her lips to the slightly raised scar and sucked hard. She threw open their link and moaned at the increase in awareness. ‘Come for me,’ she mentally ordered.

With a roar, Spike exploded.

Buffy continued to suckle on the rapidly bruising mark; she felt a continuous stream of cool fluid between her legs.

Spike’s dick jerked and twitched as he continued to come. His mate’s attention to his scar was making the vampire come over and over again.

Buffy ran her fingers through Spike’s soft bleached hair as she rocked her hips gently against his, trying to encourage Spike’s orgasm to carry on. Her pussy lips were soaked and she could feel Spike’s cum running down her thighs. With one final suck, which caused Spike to come again, she sat up and looked down at the whimpering vampire.

“Whoa…Spike, I didn’t know you could have multiples!” Buffy gazed between her legs at the tip of Spike’s soft cock, which peeked out from between her lips. His stomach and her upper thighs were coated with pearly white cum.

Their senses were reeling from the combined scents of their arousal, which filled the lower level of the crypt. Not even the Jasmine and Lily of the Valley scented candles were able to mask the evidence of their lovemaking.

Spike opened his eyes and tried to focus on his tiny mate. “Me either! Bloody hell, woman, I think you broke it!” Spike grinned weakly at his blushing girl. His arms were starting to ache slightly from pulling against his bonds as he came. Buffy sensed this through their link and reached up and massaged his biceps hard to loosen the tightening muscles.

Spike’s tongue snaked out as he happily took advantage of Buffy’s new position. He licked the underside of her firm breasts. He could smell the healing wound he had inflicted earlier and it was intoxicating. He whined when Buffy sat up again. “Hey bring ‘em back!” he grumbled.

Buffy looked down and grimaced at the squishy feeling between her legs. “We really made a mess!”

“Grab a towel and wipe me down, then, gorgeous,” Spike suggested. He sighed contentedly, his body completely relaxed from the massage and the mind-blowing, toe-curling and life-threatening orgasms the small blonde woman had wrung out of him. He was positive that one of these days he would dust himself by coming too hard, too often. It was all due to the fiery girl who still straddled him, and it was something he wouldn’t change for all the blood in China!

“Naaaw… I’ve got a better idea.” Buffy slid backwards and knelt between Spike’s extended legs. She reached over and grabbed a cushion from behind her and slid it under his hips. “Better?”

“Yeah, what’s with the cushion?” Spike asked curiously.

“Want to make sure you can see everything I do…” Buffy replied cryptically.

“Oh really?” Spike grinned with anticipation. He wrapped his fingers around his bonds and pulled on them. He grinned as he felt the silk catch on his wedding band.

Buffy’s eyebrow arched as Spike’s cock began to harden slightly. It’s pale skin pinkened and twitched against his thigh.

She chuckled throatily at the mischievous expression on Spike face. Reaching up, Buffy loosely plaited her long hair. “Don’t want you to miss anything,” she explained at Spike’s silent question, he loved her hair down.

Buffy stood and walked to the head of the bed. Spike turned his head to watch her naked form, which was lit by the candles and the fairy lights. She looked stunning. After five weeks of feeding her up and him worshipping her small form at every opportunity, Buffy was finally comfortable in her own skin. Spike’s eyes traced the delicate wings of the dragonfly tattoo as Buffy turned her back to pick up something from the table.

“What you doing, luv?” Spike asked.

“Wait and see, handsome,” Buffy winked as she turned and hid her hand behind her back as she side stepped to the foot of the bed. Leaping up, she settled back between his legs. “You having fun, Spike?” she asked shyly.

Spike blinked, amazed how she could go from a vixen to a blushing maiden within seconds. “Best time, pet. Best Valentine’s day ever…”

Buffy nodded her head. “Me, too.” She sat the item she had retrieved between his legs. Leaning over, Buffy ran her tongue from Spike’s knee upwards, following the sinewy muscles until she reached his inner thigh, where she began to place open-mouthed kisses, moving gradually higher and higher. Her tongue arched out and she began to lap at the cum which coated him from knee to stomach.

Spike’s breath hissed through his teeth as he watched his mate devour him. The cushion under him offered his cock and body up on a platter to the girl who was licking and sucking his stomach, cleaning him of their combined fluids. She pointedly avoided his hard cock that brushed hopefully against her small breasts. Buffy reached down and pressed her flesh together, cocooning Spike’s hardness between them. She slid up and down several times, which dazed the addled vampire.

“There all clean,” Buffy’s voice pierced the haze of pleasure that surrounded him.

“Huh?” was all the lust-crazed vampire could manage. In all his years, Spike had never been so completely consumed by one woman, not even Drusilla could compare. His hips were moving on the soft cushion, trying to prolong the exquisite sensation of being surrounded by Buffy’s warm, soft breasts.

“All clean, see…” Buffy sat up and tried not to giggle at his howl of despair. “What?”

“Come back please…don’t leave me hangin’, pet…” Spike begged. His pale pink cock twitched and jerked as it tried to find the lost warmth.

Buffy giggled again at the sight of her mate pleading with her. She finally took pity on the look of anguish on his handsome face.

“Spike, relax. I’ll take care of you,” she promised.

“God, I’ll give you anything just fuck…” Spike’s pleading was cut off at the sensation of Buffy licking his erection from root to tip. She then began to place nipping kisses around the head, her tongue dipping into the opening at the top.

Precum mixed with saliva as Buffy licked and sucked her way back to the base of his length. She pressed kissed to the soft brown curls that framed the object of her attention. Her hands were busy cupping and massaging his balls. Reaching down, she took one soft globe, then the other into her mouth and gently sucked them clean.

“Oh, God …oh, God… oh, God…” Spike moaned over and over, unable to take his eyes off the decadent sight of Buffy’s red lips as they closed over the head. She caught his gaze and began to push down slowly. Spike’s own mouth dropped open and he licked his dry lips.

‘Keep watching me Spike, see how far I can take you…’ Buffy’s erotic suggestion made Spike tug at the silk ties which held his wrists. He wanted to run his fingers over her lips as she enveloped him.

Buffy relaxed her throat and swallowed repeatedly, her fingers running up and down his inner thighs. She slid her hands up, threading her fingers through his brown curls.

Spike tried not to whimper at the glorious sensation of her muscles as they constricted around his cock. The heat of her mouth and throat nearly caused him to come. He gritted his teeth and counted backwards in Fyarl. Giving up, he called to his mate through their bond. ‘Buffy, slow down! I’m not going to last.’ If he could have blushed, he would. He was both embarrassed and proud that his mate could excite him so much that he could cum like a spotty git who had never been laid!

Buffy grinned around his hardness and gently bit down. Spike yelped and his hips lurched involuntarily, sinking into her mouth completely. Buffy hummed gleefully around him as she began to move her head slowly up and down, breathing raggedly through her nose.

Spike moaned and gasped as he watched her blonde head bob up and down slowly on his cock. His fangs dropped slightly as the sensations became too much.

Spike was unaware that Buffy’s hands were busy between his legs. His concentration was focused on his cock and the scorching heat surrounding it.

‘Is it good Spike? Do you like what I’m doing to you?’ Buffy’s voice filled his mind.

‘Oh bloody hell, luv, it’s amazing; I love watching your lips move up and down on me. Suck a little harder on the head…ah…that’s it! Perfect!’ Spike’s blue eyes were locked with Buffy’s hazel ones.

‘You want more? Or shall I stop?’ Buffy teased as she dropped her head and swallowed his erection down her throat.

Spike licked his lips again and nodded. ‘Take it, suck it harder! More… anything, please! I’ll be your slave for all eternity, just don’t stop.’ Spike begged.

‘Good!’ Buffy fluttered her lashes at Spike as she raised her head until only the tip of Spike’s rock hard cock was in her mouth. She sucked hard, causing Spike’s hips to lift. Buffy took advantage of this and moved quickly.

Spike’s eyes widened as he felt something cool, wet and round pressing gently against his puckered opening. Buffy pressed the lubed butt plug against Spike. Her nerve failed and she dropped the sex toy and backed off, trying to stop blushing.

“Pet, why did you stop?” Spike dropped his chin and looked at his crimson mate. He would have laughed but with his dick in such close proximity to her teeth, he decided discretion was the better form of valor. “Buffy?”

Buffy sucked Spike’s cock back into her mouth once more before letting it slid out. She blushed again. “Spike, I’m sorry, its just that Anya said guys liked that and well I wanted to try but then I couldn’t! I didn’t want to hurt you…” Buffy trailed off in embarrassment, wringing her hands.

Spike stifled yet another laugh. Taking a calming breath, he tried to ignore the insistent pulsing in his balls. He was desperate to get back to the mind numbing blowjob he had been treated to, but the insightful vampire knew he needed to calm his flustered mate.

“Buffy, look at me,” he gently ordered. He smiled when she looked up at him, her teeth worrying her lower lip. “I want you to pick up the plug,” he coaxed soothingly.

“What? You mean you want to?” Buffy flushed even more, redness spreading down her neck and covering her torso. Spike tried not to moan at the sight of her nipples, which had tightened at his last words.

“Yeah, luv, I want you to.” Spike smiled encouragingly. He was trying to contain the overwhelming excitement, but Buffy felt it through their link. It made her sit up straight; her eyes began to twinkle with excitement.

“It’s okay? It won’t hurt?” Buffy held up the black plug for Spike to look at.

He bit the inside of his cheek trying not to laugh. “No, luv, it won’t hurt. I’ve had bigger than that in me…” he trailed off, unwilling to bring his Grandsire and his mate’s first lover into their bed.

“Oh. Oh…” Buffy rolled her eyes at her stupidity. “Vampire. I forgot.” She leant over and in one move took Spike’s length back into her mouth and down her throat. After distracting him with her throat, she positioned the plug and pushed it gently past the tight ring of muscles, rotating it slightly. Buffy pushed it in, pulling it back and forth, gently loosening his tight muscles, the lube easing the way.

Spike’s eyes closed at the dual sensation of being penetrated and swallowed. He could feel his balls tightening as Buffy settled the plug into him. She continued to suck his cock as she pushed her hands between her legs.

“Buffy…” Spike hissed through his teeth. He opened his eyes and tried to see what she was doing. He could hear her fingers as they circled her clit and it drove him insane with lust. The sensation of the plug almost brushing his prostate, her mouth and sound of her busy fingers was too much. With a growl, the master vampire tore his wrists free. Reaching down, he pulled the blonde girl up his body. His mouth caught her lips and Spike plunged his tongue into her soft wet warmth, tasting his own essence. He moaned happily at the tang of himself in her mouth.

Buffy threaded her fingers through his curls and pressed her body against his. She ran her feet up and down his still tied legs.

“God, I love you, vixen,” Spike whispered against her mouth. He rolled his hips and moaned loudly as the plug pressed hard against his prostate. Lightening bolts of pleasure shot up his spine. ‘Luv, feel what I feel…’ Spike pushed his sensations at his mate and let Buffy feel everything that he did. The excitement of being with the woman he loved, being submissive to her, the sensual delight of everything she did to her and finally the electrifying feeling of the butt plug wedged firmly inside him.

Buffy shivered and moaned as her lover swamped her mind, adding to her excitement. She humped her hips against his, mindless in the lust that overwhelmed them both. Kissing her desperately, Spike yanked his legs free and flipped over. He paused, savoring the sensation of the plug now constantly brushing against his most sensitive spot, his head tipped back and he growled happily.

Unexpectedly, he roughly yanked Buffy’s legs up and over his shoulders.

Buffy screamed as Spike filled her aching channel in one swift move. The angle at which Spike held her, allowed for him to fill her completely. Reaching up, Buffy clutched mindlessly at Spike’s shoulders trying to anchor herself.

“Fuck…fuck…oh, Jesus…” Spike gritted out, as he pistoned into Buffy’s welcoming depths. Every move of his hips caused the plug to rub against his prostate, sending bright flashes of lights behind his eyes and frying his brain.

They remained connected on a mental as well as a physical level. Buffy could feel and taste and touch everything that Spike did and visa-versa. Their senses were over-loaded with sexual pleasure, desire and satisfaction flowing through their veins. They didn’t last long.

Spike came first with a primal roar, his face shifting and his eyes gleaming gold.

Buffy yelped at the sensation of her vampiric lover’s cock lengthening and curving inside her and it was all she needed to join him in ecstasy. Her blunt teeth bit into Spike’s shoulder as he slumped over her. He unhooked her legs from over his shoulders and gently released them so that he could press his body to Buffy’s sweating and shaking form.

*****

The crypt was silent except for the sounds of Buffy’s soft breathing and the gentle dripping of melted wax. Spike cradled his mate/wife to his chest. He tried to contain his glee at their marriage, but failed.

Buffy yawned sleepily, pulled from her dreams by the flow of sheer contentment and happiness that seeped through their link. She pushed herself up and blinked hazily at her smiling husband.

“Hey,” she whispered. Buffy sent a wave of love through their bond.

“Hey yourself, gorgeous.” Spike feathered gentle kisses over her cheek as he pulled her closer to his chest. He growled playfully into her neck as he laved her freshly opened bite marks. The faint taste of her blood flooded his senses.

Buffy hummed blissfully as she suckled on his scar. She had never felt so contented and complete as she did right now and it was due entirely to the vampire who held him in his cool embrace.

“Buffy? Love? I’ve got a surprise for you,” Spike mumbled against the curve of her neck.

Buffy sat up and frowned at her mate. “Another? Honey, I think these were surprise enough.” She raised her hand and admired her rings. Reaching over, she took Spike’s left hand and pressed a kiss to the ring she had placed there. Spike sat up and faced her, his free hand settled on her hip and traced his tattoo.

“It’s something the Whelp threw together for us,” Spike explained. He leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose before standing, flinching slightly as he removed the butt plug.

“Wonderful idea, pet. I really liked that.” Spike leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Xander threw something together?” Buffy raised her fine eyebrow in a perfect imitation of her mate.

“Yeah, he got all manly over it and sorted us out.” Spike smirked at the puzzled expression on his girl’s face.

He sauntered over to a large tapestry, which he had hung over the small alcove he and Xander had dug out the week before. He had been surprised that his inquisitive mate hadn’t discovered the new addition the crypt when she had been decorating. He speculated that she had been too busy and excited to notice.

“Spike?”

“Close your eyes, pet, just for a sec,” he said, smiling when she promptly squeezed her eyes shut. He could hear her excited heartbeat; it filled his senses completely. Spike slipped behind the wall hanging and quickly prepared his final surprise.

Buffy sat patiently listening to the sounds of running water and the click of Spike’s Zippo. She tried to work out what he was up to.

“All done, pet.”

“Ahhh!” Buffy jumped. She hadn’t heard the light-footed vampire return to her side. The blonde girl pressed her hand to her heart her eyes still squeezed tight. “Jesus, Spike! You scared the crap out of me!” she exclaimed.

Spike chuckled and reached down to pick her up. He grinned at the sight of her closed eyes.

Buffy sniffed the air. She could smell Vanilla. Spike shifted his weight and stepped into the tub very carefully sitting down with his bride in his arms.

Buffy gasped as hot water covered her.

“Open your eyes, gorgeous,” Spike whispered into her ear.

Buffy blinked and looked down. She gasped in surprise. ‘Our tub!’ Looking over her shoulder she smiled gently at her lover.

“Oh Spike it’s our tub, you big softy! I can’t believe you got it down here!” she exclaimed happily. Twisting in his arms, she turned to face him. “I can’t believe it!” Buffy had wondered what had happened to the claw foot tub Spike had dragged into her house that momentous Christmas eve.

Throwing her arms around his neck, she slid up his wet body and nuzzled her nose against his. “I love you, my mate, my heart, my soul and my darling husband…”

“Love you, too, Buffy. Happy Valentine’s Day.” Spike reached over and captured her smiling lips in a deep kiss.

A/N: The Dread Pirate Roberts is a fabulous character from the book The Princess Bride by William Goldman, which he also helped turn into a movie that we have all enjoyed. We mean no harm by using the quote, “As you wish,” or the name, Dread Pirate Roberts. Thank you, Mr. Goldman, for such a memorable story. RSK & S