Summary: Part of the Bitey-Fanfic Challenge. Spike, um, Bites Buffy
Rating: NC-17
Buffy couldn't believe that she didn't hear him behind her. She had been so wrapped up in self-pity that she really wasn't aware of anything around her. Not exactly the best way to patrol. He walked right up behind her, grabbed her by her waist and covered her mouth with his other hand.
"Don't move," he whispered in her ear. "Stop struggling, I'm not going to hurt you. Yet."
That made her struggle harder, and his grip tightened to the point that she was worried about him breaking her ribs. She froze against him and expected him to let go of her, but he didn't. Instead, he began to walk backwards, dragging her with him. She dug her heels in, and forced him to stop.
"Slayer, don't fight me." His voice was smooth and low, and the hair on her neck stood straight up. Chills ran down her spine. "Just relax like a good girl." She slumped in his arms and allowed him to drag her to his nearby crypt.
"What do you want?" She demanded, her voice cold. He ignored her and kicked the door shut behind him. She knew what he wanted anyway. It's what he always wanted. What she always wanted too.
He didn't respond, just slammed her face first into the wall. She winced, but didn't protest. She didn't mind it when things got a little rough. He used his body to keep her pressed against the rough wall while he unzipped his pants with his free hand. "Do you want me Slayer?" Spike breathed into her ear.
She shook her head. He growled, and then pinched one of her nipples through her shirt. She gasped, in mingled pain and excitement, and he twisted it harder. "Do you want me?" He repeated.
Buffy was curious about how far he would push this. He was usually into receiving pain, not inflicting it, and this was a new situation for them. "No." Her voice was slightly shaky, betraying her nerves and excitement.
He let go of her nipple and grabbed her ponytail, yanking on it hard enough to force her head back and a small sound of protest escaped her lips. He wrapped the hair around his hand and kept it tight, and her scalp tingled with pain. He leaned forward and licked her neck, but it wasn't sensual. It was a threat. She shuddered, and expected to feel the sharp point of his fangs next. She had never allowed him to bite her before, and he never mentioned it. But he didn't vamp out, and she allowed herself to relax slightly.
"I think you want me, Slayer." Spike said, and then ripped her skirt off of her. The air in the crypt was surprisingly cold, and she shivered. He tore her panties off and began rubbing her pussy, touching her clit with just enough pressure to drive her crazy. "You're wet for me."
He stopped and she moaned in protest. He brought his fingers up to her face, and stuck them right under her nose. "I can smell this from miles away. It smells good, doesn't it?" She didn't respond and he tugged on her hair, hard enough to make her squeal. "Doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does."
"Taste it."
"I don't... "
When she opened her mouth to speak, Spike stuck his finger into her mouth, and she could taste herself all over him. It was bitter-sweet, but not revolting as she thought it would be. "Tastes delicious," he murmured. "You taste delicious." The tension on her hair lessened, and she thought briefly that Spike was done playing. He took pulled his finger out of her mouth, and traced her jaw and neck.
"Kneel." His voice was still soft, but it held an edge.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Get on your knees." His voice was harder now, and he stepped back from her. Before she could protest, he pulled her hair and pushed her shoulder with the other hand. She dropped to her knees and the rough floor of the crypt made her wince. The dirt ground into the soft skin of her knees, and she shifted uncomfortably.
"Spike, let me up." Buffy knew that she didn't have to make any demands. If she wanted up, she could get up. She was stronger than him. But she didn't want to get up, and the knowledge made her hate herself even more.
She expected him to force his cock into her mouth, but he didn't. He stood above her, looking at her appraisingly. He had the smug look on his face that she hated so much, but he had a serious look in his eyes that alarmed her. She suddenly began to realize that this wasn't a game for Spike. He was proving something to himself and to her.
Proving something to her, or punishing her. The bruises from the beating in the ally were still evident on his face, though mostly faded. Was he going to try to get revenge for that? A small flame of fear licked her belly, but that only heightened her arousal. She closed her eyes when he heard his low snicker.
"You gonna suck my cock, Slayer? Like a good little whore." Her eyes flew open, and he was standing in front of her, naked from the waist down.
"I'm not your whore," she said coldly. She wanted to prove she still had some control in the situation.
He smiled, and it chilled her to the bones. Gone was the Spike that put up with her anger and abuse, and in his place stood the vampire she used to know. The vampire who wanted to use her neck for a chalice. She swallowed to moisten her suddenly parched throat. She wasn't afraid was she?
"Yes, you are." His voice was as cold as his smile had been, and he grasped the back of her skull and forced her head forward. She didn't open her mouth for him when he pressed the head of his cock against her lips, and he growled a warning as he put more pressure on the back of her head. She wondered fleetingly if he would go as far as crushing her skull.
She finally gave in and opened her mouth wide enough to allow him to slip in. He pushed forward until his dick was touching the back of her throat. She tried to move, but he wouldn't let her. He pulled his hips back and thrust forward again, keeping her head firmly in place. Each time he did that, he moved slightly deeper, and she panicked slightly every time.
"Relax," he murmured. She forced her jaw and throat muscles to relax, and once she did that, it was much easier to accommodate all of him.
He thrust faster and faster into her mouth. And God help her, she was enjoying. With each movement, she grew wetter and her pussy ached to be touched. She began to move her hands in that direction, but he saw her and gripped her head tighter. "No, Slayer." She was forced to grasp his thighs for balance as he picked up his pace, and she knew that a normal girl wouldn't be able to handle this.
She felt his balls tighten, and knew that he was about to cum. She was expecting him to shoot it down her throat, but she wasn't expecting him to stop and pull out of her mouth completely. She looked up at him questionably, just as he came all over her face.
She opened her mouth in shock. Nobody had ever done that before, and it freaked her out. That was so disgusting, and she automatically reached up to wipe it away. Spike grabbed her wrist. "Leave it."
"I can't, it's gross," Buffy protested.
He twisted her wrist until she gasped. "Leave it." He let go of her suddenly, and she landed on her hand. "Get on all fours."
She lowered her other hand, and felt the cool, sticky substance slowly roll down her face. Some of it hit her lips, and she instinctually put her tongue out to catch the drops. It was slightly salty.
Spike kneeled behind her and slid his fingers between her hot, wet lips. She moaned with pleasure, grateful that he was finally touching her. Her clit was hard and begging for attention.
"Did you like that Buffy? Do you like having my cum drip down your face and hair? I think you do. What else do you like?"
He plunged two fingers into her and began vigorously rubbing her G-spot. An intense thrill shot through her body, and she was surprised at how close to an orgasm she was. If he would just go a little bit faster, or rub her clit, she would explode. Red-hot pleasure filled her and she could feel the scream building in her throat. Oh God, she was so close, she was going to finish right...
Spike pulled his fingers out and she nearly yelled with frustration. Her face was hot and tears stung the back of her eyes. How could he just stop when she was so very close?
"You're so wet, Buffy." His voice almost had a quality of wonder. "So wet and hot. I love your little cunny." Without skipping a beat, he shoved his slick fingers into her tight ass, and she tried to pull away. "Relax, Slayer. Oh, you’re tight. Did anybody ever fuck you in the ass, Slayer?"
She shook her head. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt kind of good too. When she tried to pull away, he just pushed into her harder, until she was forced to relax. He started rubbing her clit with his other hand, and she bucked against him, extremely sensitive. She felt the heat building again and moved against his hand, encouraging him to continue. But he stopped anyway, and she growled.
"Do you me to make you cum, Slayer?"
She nodded.
"Say it."
"I want you Spike."
"Want me to what?"
She could feel his erection press against her ass then, and knew what he wanted to do. "What do you want?" He asked again.
"Fuck me," she gasped.
"You want me to fuck you, bitch?"
"Ye-es."
"I want you to beg me."
"Spike, please fuck my ass." She was desperate at this point. She didn't care what he did, or what she had to do. She just wanted to orgasm.
"That's a good little bint." He lubricated his dick with her juices and his clear pre-cum. He slid into her hole slowly, but it still hurt a bit. "Relax."
She could feel him completely inside of her, and it hurt. She struggled and tried to pull away, but he held her still and began moving against her, pulling out and pushing in. She started breathing hard through her mouth as the excitement built. Once the initial pain faded, it was an amazing sensation.
"Please, Spike," she gasped between thrusts.
"What?"
"Touch me, please."
"Where?"
"My clit." It was difficult to form the words. All of the blood and rushed to her lower body and she wasn't thinking clearly. At that point she didn't care what Spike was doing, just as long as he touched her.
He obliged, and began rubbing her. She sighed with relief, and almost immediately felt the climax approach.
"Please... please..." she moaned, "don't stop."
"I won't baby, I won't." His voice is what sent her over the edge, and she finally exploded, screaming his name as she came.
Spike pulled out and shot his cum all over back. That brought her back to the real world, and her stomach turned. Why did he keep doing that? It made her feel so dirty. Deliciously dirty.
Before she had a chance to move and get off of her sore knees, he thrust forcefully into her pussy. "Oh God!" She began panting and moving with him, trying to force him to pick up the pace. Oh she just wanted to be fucked over and over, hard and fast. She took a second to evaluate what she was doing. Allowing a demon to fuck her doggy-style, on the crypt floor, with his cum all over her ass and drying on her face. It was awful, but she didn't want to stop.
She wanted more, in fact. She wanted it harder. She wanted it to last all night. She hoped he would never stop.
He moved her hair away from her neck, and leaned forward without breaking his pace. He licked her neck and nibbled on it gently with blunt teeth. She gasped in response, and automatically tilted her head in an invitation for more. She closed her eyes, and small sounds of encouragement escaped her lips.
"God, I love you Buffy," Spike said, his mouth next to her ear. His breath tickled her, and it seemed she was sensitive to everything he did, everything he said. Every sensation was magnified and it felt like the room was spinning out of control. It seemed he was ripping her apart and she couldn't make him stop.
His face was so close to her neck, she could feel him change. But she was still shocked when she felt his fangs slide smoothly into her skin. She froze, her heart racing. She was unable to speak, unable to move. Spike didn't move either, neither sucking her blood or removing his teeth from her neck. He slowed their rhythm to almost a stop, just moving inside of her slightly, waiting for her to relax.
He took one small sip just as he moved inside of her completely, and the combined result was enough to make her heady. She moved against him, and he sped up again, sucking and thrusting until she came again and again.
She could feel the blood draining out of her, feel herself weaken, and become light headed. She knew that death was inching closer with each sip, but she couldn't stop him. Knowing that she was dancing so close to the line just made her cum harder, until she was sobbing from the intense emotions, from fear to pleasure to joy to horror at her actions at what she allowed Spike to do to her. She lost track of the orgasms, but surely they equaled the number of her heartbeats.
Spike could feel her heartbeat slow, and he forced himself to stop. He didn't want to though. He wanted to drink her until everything she was filled him completely. But he wanted her to be warm and alive, and so he retracted his fangs and let go of her. She collapsed onto the dirty ground, weakened and exhausted. Spike stood up and she wanted to call him back. Ask him not to leave her alone like that, half naked on the cold cement.
Spike pulled on his pants and then bent and picked Buffy up. "Let's get you to bed, luv." The evil look in his eyes was gone, and suddenly he was just Spike. Her Spike. Oh God, he was her Spike.
She buried her face in his neck, and felt sleep overwhelm her. It must have been the loss of blood. Would she have stopped Spike from taking her completely? No, probably not. But she was surprisingly happy and relieved that he hadn't. She'd make him pay in the morning. Now she just wanted to sleep in his arms, because she could finally admit to herself that she trusted him.
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