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THE VAMPIRE’S VIRGIN BRIDE





This is a tongue-in-cheek take off of the trashy romance novels we all read as teenagers. Please read this with that thought in your mind, as this tale is meant to be humorous.

Gotta love those Mills & Boons ®

Please note that for this to work, Buffy is still a virgin and there will never be an Angel/Angelus in this fic.

This story will be pure fluff, and is NOTHING like my other works.

I did this as a result of sugar-high YIM conversation with vampgirly – so please blame her if you hate it. Vampgirly was high on seeing our God James Marsters in person, and I was just high on too many Jammie Wagon Wheels. Love you sweetie *hugs*……

The story is set in the ‘SOMETHING BLUE’ universe, but in my take on it Willow did not reverse the spell and is now a happy vengeance demon for D’Hoffryn. Who cares about college when you can kill all the bad men in the world?

Oh, and Spike already has a home in the crypt.

I know, I know, I’m asking you to totally suspend belief here, so humour me, and please remember this story was written to make you laugh.

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Spike’s eyes widened as he gazed upon her virginal face. Her green eyes stared at him with such devotion that he could not help but be stunned at the strength of his own feelings. Cynical to the looks he often received from women, he wondered why this little chit was able to move him as no other.

He had fucked more than his fair share of women over his more than one hundred years as a vampire. He had stayed faithful to Drusilla in his own way, never letting his little liaisons become love affairs, but he knew he felt differently about the slayer.

In his determination to make her his and his alone, he had asked her to marry him. Why had he done that, he wondered as he continued to gaze at her? Was it the feelings she managed to bring forth from his withered heart, or was it the fact that he would be the first between her legs.

As she continued to gaze at him in wonder, her eyes sparkling with love, and her mouth swollen from his kisses he knew exactly why he had proposed. He needed her as he had never needed a woman before. When her small pink tongue innocently peeped through her lips to lick her top lip, he was lost. Within seconds she was back in his arms, his lips devouring hers.

Her innocence slayed him more than her stakes ever could. She was so un-tutored in the art of kissing, that it almost unmanned him. Each tentative stroke of her tongue against his made his manhood swell uncontrollably against her. When he felt her melt against him in surrender, small moans rising from her throat as his hands wandered over her pert bottom, he knew he would have to have her – and soon.

She would be his.

Using all his control, he removed his mouth from hers, smiling at her as he huskily asked.

“Come with me to my crypt, my love. I have to make you mine.”

Unbearable emotion clogged Buffy’s throat making her unable to speak. Nodding her head in acceptance of his words, she felt him place her hand in his and together they walked out of Giles’ apartment. She was ready to show her love for him in just the way he asked.

As they walked hand in hand to his crypt in the centre of Restfield, Buffy started to have doubts. She had saved herself for marriage and was not sure that she wanted to do this so quickly. Her love was so new and she did not want to spoil it by not being good enough for him. Suddenly, she found her voice.

“Spike,” she hesitantly asked. “I’ve never done this before. Will you still love me even if I can’t….you know…..satisfy you.”

Looking down into her worried green eyes, Spike could see the insecurity shining back at him. Slowly he smiled, and drew her into the circle of his arms.

“Don’t worry, my darling girl” he whispered against her mouth. “By the end of this night we will satisfy each other.”

Buffy’s face was transformed by a huge smile. Lifting her into his arms, he strode purposefully towards his home. Her arousal was perfuming the air around him, and it had been so long since he had been with a virgin, especially one he intended to keep very much alive after the event.

Rock hard and aching for her, he pushed the door to his crypt open with his foot forcing it back against the wall. Safe as she felt in the cradle of his arms, Buffy still felt trepidation at what they were about to do. He was so handsome and so experienced in the art of sex, what if she disappointed him.

Looking down at the blonde beauty in his arms, Spike felt honoured at the gift she was willing to bestow on him. He was determined to make this wonderful for her. If he did this right, he would spoil her for any other man. Bending her over his arm, he closed his lips on hers, and she timidly pushed her tongue into his mouth to play with his. The taste of her mouth was like nectar, honey-sweet with a hint of her power.

“My love,” he whispered into her open mouth. “I must have you, my darling. I have to taste you all over and let your essence play on my tongue.”

Buffy stared at him round-eyed. She had no idea what he meant. Demons and vampires had been her life for so long that she had hardly dated, far less been kissed with the passion Spike displayed. Her insecurity increased ten-fold as he gently raised her to stand in the circle of his arms.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you, my darling?” he softly asked.

Her mouth went dry. She tried to speak but the words just would not come. Desperately she tried to answer him, but could only shake her head from side to side.

Spike sensed her bewilderment, but could not stop himself from continuing.

“I want to strip you of all your clothes and kiss every inch of your skin. I want to taste the sweetness of your breast while my fingers explore you. I want to suckle at your breast like a babe before I kiss your sweet tunnel of love and suck on your nub of desire.”

Buffy could feel her breasts strain against the plain cotton bra she wore. She could feel sweet tingles in the pit of her stomach, and for the first time in her life she felt her sex become wet and swollen. Wondering how his words could affect her this way, she finally found her voice.

“Will I be allowed to touch you the same way, my heart” she hesitantly asked.

“Oh, my darling” he smiled back at her. “I’m counting on it.”

Gently he led her to the centre of the room and the quilt covered sarcophagus he used as a bed. Lifting her gently to sit on the edge, he pushed her legs apart with his until he was standing between them. His tumescent member brushed the crease of her desire as he slowly rocked against her.

The air around them was thick with the scent of their passion. Kissing her softly, Spike gently moved his hands under her soft pink sweater to lay them against the skin of her waist. Her heat almost scalded him as he brushed his fingers upwards towards her cotton covered breast. As his hands moved higher, the sweater gently lifted revealing her toned tanned stomach.

Gently removing his mouth from hers, he continued to raise her sweater over her head. Her arms had risen in silent response to his removal of her clothing. Sitting before him, the peaks of her breast pushing against the white cotton, she blushed from head to toe. Dropping her hands to her sides to grip the edge of their make-shift bed, she felt vulnerable under his gaze. He was the most handsome man she had ever met, surely he would expect more from her.

Timidly she raised shaking hands to the waistband of his jeans. As her fingers gently tugged the fabric of his tee-shirt from the confines of his belt, her fingers brushed his naked skin for the first time. She felt him shudder under her touch, and quickly withdrew her hands.

Spike realised that in her naivety she thought she had done something wrong. He was quick to reassure her. “Your touch is so beautiful to me, my love. You make me shudder with want when your hands touch my skin. Don’t be afraid, my darling one, there is nothing you do to me that I will not like.” Leaning closer to her, he lifted her hands and placed them back at the bottom of his tee-shirt. “Strip it from me, my darling heart. Let me feel how much you want me.”

Eyes closed against the emotions she drew from him with her gentle touch, he lifted his arms to let her pull the garment over his head. As it floated to the floor to join her sweater at the side of the sarcophagus, he moved his hands to cup her breast. With a globe of gold in each hand, he felt the power of his love increase and rubbed his member against the juncture of her thighs.

Buffy’s back arched back at his touch. She could feel her breast swell against his palm, and when he gently pinched her nipples through the fabric of her bra, her whole body lifted towards his.

She was so perfect. Her small high breasts begged to be licked, and he quickly dispensed with their covering. Gazing down at the pink-tipped treats his mouth longed to taste, he knew he could deny himself no longer. Replacing his hands with his eager mouth, he licked and teased each nipple until they were wet and swollen from his ministrations.

His love was keening in her ecstasy, her head moving from side to side in passion. Pushing her gently back to lie on the soft surface of the quilt, he continued to feast from her breast. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and he could sense how close to completion she was. Amazement rippled through him at how quickly she responded to his touch. Determined to slow things down before she shattered into orgasm, he forced himself to step back from her.

Gazing down at the sight before him, he trembled in want. Her long blonde hair, so different from his dark princess, lay in a cloud around her head. Both nipples were distended and wet from the attention from his mouth, and her whole body seemed to vibrate with her need for him.

He had never felt so powerful since becoming a vampire.

Slowly he opened the fastening of her jeans, and drew them down her trembling legs, removing her boots and socks en route. Lifting one foot, he drew a pink-painted toe into his mouth and sucked gently. Stroking the calf of her leg, he allowed his fingers to creep higher to her womanhood. Clad still in her virginal white cotton briefs, he slowly traced the edge with infinite care. Resisting the temptation to rip the briefs from her body and impale her on his throbbing shaft of love was one of hardest things he had ever done in his existence.

“Do you want me little virgin?” his voice loud in the quiet of the room. “Do you want to feel my fingers touch you as no other man ever will? Do you want me to taste the cream of your life as I make you mine?”

She was mindless with passion at both the sound of his voice, and the gentle fingers that never quite seem to touch her where she needed them most.

“Please” she begged, eyes closed in passion. “Please, my heart, touch me.”

Smiling at her, Spike could not resist one soft foray of his fingers against the wet fabric of her panties, touching her where she wanted him most.

“Like that?” he asked. “Do you want me to touch your sweet desire, my darling?”

Her body was rising and falling with the rhythm of his touch. His touch was electrifying, and she was surprised how much she craved each stroke.

“Oh God, Spike” she moaned. “I can’t stand much more of this, please help me.” In her current state of intense arousal, she did not know what she was begging for, but it had to be more than this.

“Lift that pretty bottom for me, my love; I need to see you naked and quivering in want for me.”

Too far gone to refuse anything he asked of her, she lifted her bottom and allowed him to strip away her last piece of clothing.

Gazing in awe at the sight before him, Spike knew he had never seen a woman’s body so perfect for him. Tanned to perfection under the golden sun of California, her body lay open to his gaze. The demon inside him cheered at his choice of bride; the demon and the poet were in love for first time in their existence.

Lifting her gently under the arms, he moved her further up their makeshift bed of love. Stretched out before him, her shaven heart glistening with her need, he knew he could not last much longer. His need for her was almost painful in its aroused state. He would have loved her to remove the last barrier of clothes between them, but her innocence stopped him asking that of her.

When she heard the sound of his zipper, Buffy lifted her head to stare at him in wonder. He was just so beautiful, perfect from the peroxide curls adorning his head to the soles of his long slender feet. Her eyes spoke volumes as they gazed at his obvious testament to his want of her.

“Will it fit?” she queried, a frown drawing her brows over her eyes.

Spike had to stop his laughter at her innocent comment. By the end of this night, she would know exactly how well they fit. “Might be a tight squeeze at first, my love, but I will prepare you well.”

Before she could reply, Spike lifted her legs back towards her shoulders. Buffy, unsure what he intended, tensed when she felt her bottom lift to hang suspended in midair. Bending his head, Spike licked the alley of her love from bottom to top. Carefully he avoided her nub of life, and settled himself to push his tongue as far into her tight opening as far as he could. A sudden thought entered his head, and before reason pushed it away, he quickly replaced his tongue with his fingers.

She was so tight, wet and warm under his touch. He could sense she was close to her first orgasm, and he knew he needed her to be well prepared before he took her to the ultimate level of heaven. Gently he pushed one finger inside her until he felt the barrier of her virginity block his path. Using his agile tongue to flick across her small protruding womanhood, he used her own arousal against her and pushed a second finger in to join the first. Stretching her was essential before he moved over her; he did not wish to make this painful for her.

Sliding glistening fingers in and out, he was amazed how much she seemed to be enjoying this. He could feel her maidenhead with each inward stroke of his long fingers, and he gently pushed through. When he felt her tender membrane break, he moved his mouth over her entrance to capture the blood flavoured cocktail that flowed from her.

Pushing his demon back as his human façade relished in her taste, was almost impossible. His eyes flashed from yellow to blue so quickly, it was hard to know just which persona was licking her clean.

For minutes he licked her gently. As the pain lessened, Buffy felt herself start to soar to new heights. She needed him inside her, she needed him to make her his. Her want was beyond anything she had ever felt before.

“My love, my life” she breathed. “Please, my love, come into me now. I can’t wait for you any longer. Please, my darling, make me yours.”

Spike needed no further encouragement. He lifted his head from between her legs and smiled at his woman. His mouth still wet from her juices, all trace of her blood gone; he swooped down to take her mouth in a blaze of passion. Tasting herself on his tongue, she wondered why the taste seemed to increase her need of him.

“This might hurt for a little, my love, but I promise to go slow” he murmured. “It will be the hardest thing I have ever done, but I promise I will make it hurt the least I can.”

Touched by his tenderness, Buffy pulled his mouth towards hers. When they were but a whisper apart, she whispered against his lips. “I love you, Spike. I trust you never to hurt me for as long as we both live.”

“Oh God, Buffy” he exclaimed. “I love you so much, my beautiful girl. I give you my life, my love and my heart…….forever”

Climbing to join her on the sarcophagus, his body covered hers. Gently he rubbed their bodies together, his need hard and long against her stomach. Slowly he kissed her with all the tenderness he could find in his heart. Taking the strong evidence of his love for her in his hand, he guided it to her entrance. With love in his heart, he gently pushed inside her.

Buffy screams of pleasure rolled around the crypt. Arching her back and throwing her head hard against the muffled stone, she felt the first orgasm of her life race though her being. Endlessly her body shook with pleasure so great she thought she would die.

Holy water…….crosses……..bits of wood sharpened to a point. All these things Spike tried to bring to mind to stop him falling over the precipice with her. Superhuman muscles were keeping him tightly clenched inside her, the last flutter of her orgasm stroking him to completion of their own volition. He was determined she reach her peak once more before he allowed his own release.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy, Buffy slowly came back to earth. When she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was the look of love shining from his lover’s eyes. Kissing her briefly, he lifted his head and curled his tongue behind his teeth. He looked so sexy when he did that, and she was surprised to feel her body start to climb that wonderful peak again.

Stroking in and out of her love channel, Spike moved his mouth over her breast. He was so close now and he could finish any second, but he was determined to take her with him. Moving his hand between them, he continued to mouth her breast as he furiously rubbed her hooded heart.


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Anya, Giles and Xander stood with their arms high in the air as the former Vengeance Demon spoke the words to break Willow’s spell. She cared for none of the humans in her life, except Xander. The constant stream of demons who wanted him had ensured that she broke her vow and went back to the magic. Her thoughts were not of Giles, Spike or Buffy; she just wanted the demons to leave her Xander alone.

Blue coloured smoke filled Giles apartment as the spell ended. Opening his eyes, Giles felt tears stream down his face as his sight returned. Collapsing into a heap on the floor as the power drain of the spell passed through them, the three remaining Scoobies started to laugh in relief now that they were free.

“Where’s Spike and Buffy?” Anya asked as she held her lover close.

“Spike and Buffy?” Giles looked at her in confusion.

Anya rolled her eyes as she replied. “Where are they Giles? The spell has been broken so shouldn’t we go out and find them?”

“Oh God” Giles cried. “The last thing I remember them doing was kissing and Spike asking her to go with him to the crypt. Oh God, they intended to have sex.”

Xander laughed heartily at his comment. “There is no way the Buffster would let Captain Peroxide anywhere near her, spell or no spell. I don’t think we have much to worry about G-Man, she will so kick his ass if he touches her.”

Punching her stupid boyfriend on the shoulder….hard, Anya glowered at him. “Of course they’ll have sex, Xander. They spell made them think they were in love and want to get married.”

Giles paled at the thought. Anya was right and none of them could deny the strength of feeling Buffy and Spike had for each other under the spell. They had to move quickly to stop a disaster. Rushing to his weapons chest, Giles removed several stakes and a crossbow before running for the door, Anya and Xander in his wake.


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His tongue was deep in her mouth as they crested the wave together. The power of their joining shook the walls of the crypt. He had never been so deep inside a woman in his life, and he never wanted the feeling to end.

Claim her; his demon screamed deep inside his head, and for the first time that evening he listened. The sound of his bones shifting as his demon broke through stirred Buffy from her reverie. She has faced vampires for years, yet this man was even beautiful in his demon form. In her heart she knew what he wanted, and she slowly turned her head to the side giving him room for his bite.

As his fangs pierced the butter soft skin of her neck, another strong orgasm wrenched her body. Her body pulsed with each pull of blood into his mouth, the feelings so intense she was sure she would pass out. Finally his mouth lifted from her neck and he mouthed the word she was waiting to hear.

“Mine”

Buffy smiled against his neck before she bit down in reply.

“Yours”

Holding her close to him, he whispered words of love close to her ear. Cuddling close together, legs still entwined, bodies still joined, the lovers nipped and licked at their marks. Their bond was becoming stronger every minute, and their thoughts were only of love.

Spike could feel his manhood swell within the confines of his mate’s body. Moving slowly inside her, he moved her to sit on top of him. Guiding her with his hands on his waist, he helped her find a rhythm that would drive them both to heaven. As the intensity of their feelings for each other increased, they both felt the effects of the spell’s release.

Horrified blue eyes stared up at equally horrified green. Their memories were intact and each remembered whispered words of love and devotion that had passed their lips. Buffy was no longer a virgin, and Spike had claimed her as a mate. It did not matter that the spell was broken, in vampire terms they had married for life.

For the space of thirty seconds, they stared at each other, their bodies so deep within each other. Slowly Buffy stared to rise and fall on Spike’s large dick. Faster and faster she rose and fell on her lover’s shaft, her need to come intense in the half light of the crypt.

As her fourth orgasm started to wrack her body, a loud pounding could be heard on the thick door of the crypt. Determined to finish, her body started to sweat with the effort of keeping her rhythm. Without warning, both Buffy and Spike screamed their release.

On the other side of the crypt door Giles, Anya and Xander heard their cries. Xander felt sick to his stomach and moved off to the side to dry heave into the grass. Giles removed his glasses from his face to polish them furiously, while Anya smiled the satisfied smile of a woman who knew her orgasms.

Collapsed on top of Spike, Buffy laid her head on his chest. Her breath teased at his nipple as she tried to control her emotions. Smiling to herself as she felt Spike grow hard within her again, she lifted her head from his chest and bellowed at the door.

“Is that you, Giles?”

Hearing Buffy’s voice, calm and confident filtering through the heavy door, he was quick to answer. “Are you alright, Buffy?”

Looking down at a now worried Spike, she smiled wistfully at him.

“I’ve never been better, Giles. Now go away ‘cause Spike and I need to talk.”

Lifting his scarred eyebrow in query, he mouthed at her “Talk?”

“Oh yes, we need to talk Spike.” Bending her body she took his mouth in a searing kiss. “We’ll talk plenty once you fuck me six ways from Sunday.”

Pushing his already hardened cock further into her body, he revelled in her small scream of acceptance.

“That I can do, love. That I most definitely can do.”


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AN: Please review my wonderful readers. I know this is not the usual Spuffy stuff, but the challenge was to have hot sex without the use of the usual words we read and know. If you like it, I might do this again – or write a sequel. How will the Scoobies react to the claim I wonder. Well that’s for another day methinks……………