COAUTHOR: Evil Willow
SERIES: Black Dove
PAIRING : Faith/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : Revelations, after that
it’s alternate universe
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters. Nor do I own “Black Dove” (Tori Amos), “Cruel” (Tori Amos),
“Closer” (Nine Inch Nails).
NOTES & WARNINGS : bloodplay,
S&M as well as mentions of child abuse and rape
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Part Thirteen
Giles’ Apartment
1:30 pm
Faith was hungry. Still. She and Giles had arrived at his
apartment, to find Oz and Willow waiting at the front door already. Both gave
Faith the silent treatment, instead only speaking to Giles.
*Not like I need you two anyway* Faith glared at them from
her spot in a chair in the corner, as they chatted with Giles easily. There was
a knock on the door, and Giles opened it to Xander and Cordelia.
Xander gave Faith what she could only take as a sympathetic
look. Cordelia, well, Cordelia looked at them all as if she had much better
things to do and much better people to do them with.
“So are we sending her away?” Cordelia asked eagerly,
nodding at Faith.
Faith suppressed a smile, Queen C was worried obviously about
maintaining her hold on Xander. The boy was obviously whipped by Cordelia, but
Faith had noticed that Cordelia didn’t see that as clearly. She didn’t want
Xander to have any kind of relationship with a female other than her. She’d
done her best to stay between Xander and Willow, and had succeeded pretty
well. Of course then there was Buffy.
Anyone with half a brain knew that Xander had a thing for B, and Faith had been
amused to see Cordelia watching both B and Xander like a hawk for the few weeks
before Angel came back. And now that Angel was back, Cordelia wasn’t as
threatened.
No, the only person Cordelia saw as a threat now was Faith.
Faith thought it was amusing. Sure, Xander wasn’t too hard on the eyes, but he
was a little bit too much on the goofy side for her. No, Faith preferred her
boys bad.
So Cordelia really had nothing to worry about where she was
concerend. Not that Faith was going to put her mind at ease though. It was too
much fun watching the girl sweat. Faith was distracted by her contemplation of
the mind of Cordelia by the sound of another knock on the door. She steeled
herself, knowing that the fun was about to begin. And she was still hungry.
Faith frowned as not only Buffy, but Angel walked in. “Why
isn’t she gone yet?” Buffy said, sparing Faith a brief glance.
“Because we were going to discuss this like adults,” Xander
replied.
Faith looked over at him in surprise. *Maybe having him on
my side isn’t a bad thing after all.*
“Yes, well, everyone sit down,” Giles said.
Buffy and Angel sat on the couch, and Buffy said, “What is
there to talk about? She would’ve let me get killed last night--”
“Oh, stuff it!” Faith said angrily, and jumped to her feet.
“Do you *know* how annoying your voice is? I don’t know how Angel doesn’t keep
from staking himself--”
“Stop!” Giles yelled. He glared from one to the other. Both
fell silent, and Faith returned to her seat.
“Now, let’s sort this out,” Giles said. “Buffy, what
happened last night?”
“What?!” Faith jumped up again. “If this is going to be a
‘let’s listen to Buffy and then send Faith home’ deal, then I’m going back to
my apartment.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Giles said evenly. “Now. Sit.
Down.”
*Ripper’s back* Faith took her seat again.
“Buffy?” Giles looked to Buffy.
“Well, we were attacked by two vampires last night,” Buffy
said. “Faith took one, and I took the other. Well, she got done with hers, and
I was having a little more trouble than usual--”
Faith snorted and rolled her eyes. “A little more trouble than
usual?” she looked at Buffy disbelievingly. “Try, ‘I suck at Slaying Faith,
please help!’”
“Shut up, you Bitch!” Buffy yelled, and jumped to her feet.
She moved to charge Faith, but Angel held her back. “You are here to help me!
You’re nothing, you’re a mistake! You were not supposed to be called!” Buffy’s
face was a mask of hatred.
Faith was glad she was sitting, because she felt as if she’d
been sucker-punched. She wasn’t going to let any of them see that Buffy had
thrown her, though. *I was raised to be tough*
“You are the one who shouldn’t have been called,” she
replied calmly. “I think the Watchers should have dropped you as soon as they
found out you fucked a vampire.”
“Faith!” Willow and Giles yelled reprovingly.
“Can we get back to the point here?” Xander asked. “Faith,
let Buffy finish her side, then we’ll hear yours.”
Faith sighed, and shrugged. “Yeah. Whatever.”
Angel had urged Buffy to sit again, and she did, with a
huff. “Well *anyway* like I said, I got pinned by this really strong vampire-”
Faith snorted with laughter again, but restrained from
making comment when Giles glared at her.
“And I asked Faith for help, but she pretended like she lost
her stake. She was smiling, and joking, and enjoying watching me struggle for
my life. Thank God Angel showed up, he dusted the vamp. I would have been dead
now if it wasn’t for him.”
Giles looked to Faith, “Your turn.”
“Yeah, right. Like you’ll believe a word I say. We all know
that when it comes to Miss Perfect, she can do no wrong.”
“Just tell us,” Xander said.
“I say we just send her away,” Cordelia piped up. “She’s
trouble, anyone can see that.”
“Thank you for that,” Giles replied sarcastically. “Faith
you’ve got five minutes to state your defense.”
*What’s the point?* Faith knew was going back to London. And
then home. To Mom and Mike. She’d be damned if that was where she was staying
though. She couldn’t do that again...*
“Faith!” Giles snapped her out of her thoughts.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Fine. You want to know what really
happened? Buffy was bitching at me the entire patrol. I was *trying* to be
nice. But no, she was determined to be hateful.
And then Dumb and Dumber jumped us. And I use the term
‘jumped’ very loosely. Let’s say I got Dumb. Buffy got Dumber. I beat Dumb to a
pulp, and then staked him. It was too easy for words.
And then I noticed Buffy. It was an embarrassment to the
Slayer calling. The vamp was big, yeah, but I could’ve taken him in two
seconds. Buffy, on the other hand, started whining for me to help her.
Well, I’m sorry that I didn’t jump to her rescue. But she
was fine. I wasn’t going to watch her die; I was hoping she would snap out of
her ‘damsel in distress’ mode, and remember that she’s a big, bad Slayer who is
perfectly capable of dusting a demon or two at a time.
But then Soul-Boy stepped in, slapped me a good one, and
staked the vampire. So really, Giles, if you want to be mad at someone for
nearly getting Buffy killed, you should yell at Angel there.”
“Me?” Angel looked at Faith in surprise.
Faith wanted to laugh at his hurt puppy dog look. “Yeah,
you. You’re always coming to her rescue, and she’s forgotten how to take care
of herself. It’s revolting how dependent on you she is!”
“We’re just friends now,” Angel protested.
Faith laughed out loud at that. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding
me! You two, of all people, are completely unable to do the ‘just friends’
thing. You’re going to lose your self-control eventually, and let the big bad
demon lose again. It’s just a matter of time. I don’t feel like waiting for
that to happen, so I’m going to stake you first.”
“I’m scared,” Angel said with a roll of his eyes.
“Well, now that we’ve got all of the details, we can
decide,” Giles said.
Faith looked at each member of the group, and realized she
was going back to London. *NO! I won’t!* Her mind screamed, but outwardly she
stayed quiet and composed.
“Anyone think that Faith should *not* be sent away and lose
her status as Slayer?” Giles questioned the group.
Two hands came up. Faith was one of them, and she locked
eyes with Xander, looking at him questioningly.
“Xander!” Buffy yelled at him.
He didn’t back down. “Sorry, Buff,” he said. “But I believe her
when she says she wouldn’t have let you die. And as for everything else...
Well, she’s not the only one who thinks dead-boy should be returned to where he
came from. Sorry, dead-boy.”
Angel merely nodded.
“And as for your Slaying abilities, I agree with her again
that you’ve been lacking in that department. You almost got me killed the other
night you, me and Wills went patrolling.”
“I did not!” Buffy argued. “You’re the one who charged at
the Chaos demon, without any weapons.”
“I was trying to save your ass,” Xander said through gritted
teeth. “You were distracted, and the Chaos demon lunged at you. I decided to
counter-attack, so you’d have half a chance.”
“That’s an interesting rewrite of history,” Buffy replied.
“Because what I saw was: You got in the middle of something that I could have
ended really quickly otherwise if you’d stayed out of the way.”
“I’m glad to see you appreciate my help,” Xander said with a
sigh. “Come on, Cordy. Let’s go somewhere more fun. Sorry, Faith.”
“Don’t count me out yet, Xander,” Faith replied with a grin.
He smiled back and the two left.
“I’m not leaving,” Faith said to the group.
“You have to!” Buffy yelled. “You’re supposed to listen to
the Watchers.”
“If I’d done that the past few months, I’d be dead now,”
Faith shook her head. “I repeat though, I’m not leaving. I like Sunnydale. I
think I can do quite a lot to help decrease the demon population in this town.”
“Faith, I’m going to call the airlines and get you a one-way
ticket to London,” Giles said.
“Don’t waste your... or is it the Council’s? money,” Faith
replied. “I’m not leaving. What, am I stuttering????”
“You are going to London,” Giles hissed, and approached her.
He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, and pulled her to a standing position.
“if I have to drag you kicking and screaming there myself.”
“You’re not my Watcher, you have no control over me,” Faith
replied. She then considered the best method to remove the annoyance, and
finally thought of something. She brought her booted left foot down on Giles’
right foot hard, and was rewarded by his release of her arms. Giles yelled in
pain, and hopped to a nearby chair.
“As fun as this has been, I’m outta here,” Faith grabbed her
jacket and headed for the door.
“Everyone just stay out of my way, and we’ll all manage to
live in Sunnydale together just fine.”
Faith leaned up against the wall of the house when she had
exited, and took a deep breath. “Well, it’s like I always told you. You can
only depend on one person. Yourself.” She sighed, and walked away.
Part Fifteen
Cemetery
7:00 pm
She had wandered around the streets for four hours killing
time, not wanting to face him. *Why? You can take him! He’s just a vampire.
You’ve fought three at a time, why’s he any different?*
Perhaps it was not knowing why he hadn’t killed her. Perhaps
it the ambiguity of not-knowing what it was she felt with him. Or why. Perhaps
it was just another reminder of what everyone thought of her. She was a whore.
<“You know you want it Faithy. You were practically begging for
it at dinner. Just be quiet and enjoy yourself. You may learn something.”>
*NO!* She could remember hands on baby soft skin and grunts
of satisfaction and... *NO!*
She shook it off and looked at her watch. Her and B were
meeting to patrol at 7:30 at the Johnson crypt and she’d been given specific
instructions: don’t be late.
She walked toward the crypt while watching the sun dip down behind
the town that was her prison. Every home, every town, every place with rules
suffocated her. Perhaps she suffocated herself. She wasn’t paying any attention
to anything when her body tingled, it was a vampire. She pulled out a stake and
whipped around to face her follower.
“Relax, it’s just me luv.”
She tucked the stake back in her back pocket. “What do you
want?”
“Me? Nothing, Luv. Except dinner. I’m hunting.” Spike
flashed a grin at her.
Faith sighed, “Normally this is where I stake you, but I’m
not sure I’m in the mood. So tell you what, get lost, stay out of my way, and
we’ll both be much happier for it.”
“Sure about that?” Spike asked. “Sure you don’t want a nice
shag or three?”
“Positive,” Faith replied firmly.
“Okay, then, Luv. See ya around,” Spike turned to go, and
was more relieved than he’d care to admit when she stopped him.
“Wait,” Faith said, hating herself for even thinking about
this. *He’s a demon. What the hell are you doing being civil to a demon?* the
voice she had dubbed ‘conscience-Faith’ screamed at her. *So far, Spike’s a day
at the beach compared to some humans I know* Faith argued against herself.
<‘Untie me, you bastard!’
The cruel grin in reply to that outburst made her skin crawl. She
shouldn’t have said that. She bit her lip against the pain of a knife edge
slicing open the skin above her breast. No screams. Never screams. Don’t give
him the pleasure. You shouldn’t have talked that way to him. This is all your
fault. He wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t deserve it.>
Faith gave a long sigh, and said “I don’t know what I want.”
He could see some kind of sadness inside her normally bright
eyes. “What happened at Giles’?”
“They fucking wanted to send me back to England for fooling
with B the other night. I wouldn’t have let her die!” He looked at her
questioningly. “Okay, so I was tempted, but I wouldn’t have done *that*. Even
*I* couldn’t make that look like an accident. It would’ve been completely my
fault. If I were gonna off B, it’d look like a bad accident and I’d be
somewhere with Willow that was very public.”
“You’ve thought way too much about it.” He smiled.
“I won’t go back to England. I won’t, I refuse. I won’t go
back to Boston either. I’m so sick of people telling me what to do.”
“What do you wanna do pet?” *Why do you care?!* the demon
screamed at him. *Oh shut the fuck up* he responded to it. *You wanna lose the
chance at a perfectly good shag anytime you want because you don’t want me to
play nice occasionally?* The demon was quiet at that, and Spike gave it an
internal smirk.
“I don’t know.” She looked down for a second. “Why are you
being nice?” Faith added, suspiciously. “You’re not supposed to be nice,
William the Bloody. You’re a demon. You’re supposed to try to kill me, and I’m
supposed to stake you.”
Spike rolled his eyes and sighed. “Demons don’t always have
to go ‘grr’ all the time, to coin one of Red’s phrases. I was with Dru for a
hundred years, and I am capable of carrying on a conversation once in a while.
“So how much longer ‘til you get bored and try to bite me?”
Faith asked.
“I’ve already bit you, Pet, don’t really have to try,” Spike
reminded her with a grin. At her irritated expression, he said, “Guess you
don’t quite get my sense of humor yet. Look. You don’t try to stake me, I won’t
try to drain you. I thought we had that established already. So why didn’t you
come back this afternoon?”
“I told you I had laundry.”
“Why didn’t you come back this afternoon?”
“I told you I had laundry.”
“That’s not it at all and you know it.”
“What’s happening between us? Is it just sex? A good fuck
and then it’s over? What is it Spike?” *And you care because....?*
Conscience-Faith asked her. Faith decided to give it the silent treatment, not
really wanting to answer that question anyway.
“Sex.” He replied quickly, though he was unsure where that
came from. She had posed a good question. *Damn good question.* He thought.
What was it? Besides getting his rocks off that is.
The safest thing for it to be would be sex, so that’s what
it was. He was afraid to let it be anything but.
“Sex.” She repeated. “It’s just sex.” She bit back the
tears. “Good, that’s all I want.” She said hastily. She had to get away. She
glanced at her watch. “Shit! I gotta meet B in a little bit. Meet me back at my
place after midnight, we’ll fuck.” She added before taking off.
*Stop crying you pussy!* She told herself. *Why cry? Cause
you can’t handle the truth? You’re a whore Faith.*
<“You’re a little slut Faith, you’ll never be anything but.
You’re my little whore and I’m gonna fuck you like one.”>
She tried to run but stumbled and fell to the ground. She
cried into her hands. *STOP THIS! Get up!* She slowly stood and wiped the tears
from her face. She had to meet B, and now she was late.
Part Sixteen
Johnson’s Crypt
8:00
“Look who decided to show. Isn’t that wonderful! I just love
teamwork! Don’t you Faith?” Buffy said in that condescending attitude of hers.
“I got sidetracked by a couple vamps on my way over.” She
made eye contact with Angel, who was standing behind Buffy. “What were you
doing? Hope you weren’t giving lover boy too much pleasure, would really hate
to stake him tonight. NOT!”
“Let’s just patrol. Maybe it’s better if we don’t say
anything at all.”
“I’m not patrolling with vampire boy there, he can go back
to the bat cave. I patrol FOR demons, not WITH them.”
“LOOK Faith, Angel is a valuable part of the team and he’s
staying.” Buffy said confronting Faith.
“No, you look Buffy, Angel is a fucking vampire whether you
choose to admit that to yourself or not. And vampires aren’t the helping kind.
I don’t care if he’s the fucking pope himself, I will not keep company with
YOUR boyfriend. This is not a date, this is not a social thing, it’s a sacred
du-”
“Angel stays. This is not a personal thing, it’s business.”
“And look where keeping business and pleasure separate last
time got you. I’ve read the papers, done the tallies, ‘more bodies than ever
before.’ ‘Violence on the rise.’ And my personal favorite, ‘Local High School
Teacher dies, Librarian suspected.’” Faith said quoting the articles she’d
read.
Buffy slammed into her and held her by the throat. Faith
kneed Buffy in the crotch and Buffy screamed. “Guess you’re not so perfect
after all, are ya B?”
“I violently despise you Faith.”
“Feeling is mutual. Let’s just get this over with.”
Faith’s Apartment
11:00 pm
She threw her keys on the table and smiled. She was horny,
there was no denying that. She was horny and she had an idea for her late night
guest. She took a shower first and slipped on the only sexy thing she owned. It
was a midnight blue color and silky. The silk rubbed gently against her naked
skin and her nipples peeked underneath the lace that covered her breasts. She’d
bought the thing when she was in London training. That wasn’t exactly true. It
had been a gift. *NO.* She wasn’t going to think about it.
She opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out
what she needed. She laid the things out on the table near the bed. The
manacles, candles, cross, holy water, oil and dagger. She smiled. She tied the
bandana around her hair and hid in the closet. And she waited.
He’d been waiting all night for midnight to roll around.
He’d jacked off twice in her shower waiting for her to come home, but she
hadn’t. *You shouldn’t be this dependent on pussy William.* He told himself,
but he couldn’t help it. It was a slayer who got off on violence and liked
being mean to people and he couldn’t help but be drawn to her. But he couldn’t
admit that. Admitting it would show weakness, and it was something he did not
have. He’d learned his lesson with Dru. Weakness made you soft and when you
were soft, you were dead or close to it. He’d spent over half a year in a
wheelchair because of weakness to Her. He wouldn’t do it again.
But he could still fuck around. So he knocked on Faith’s
door, but no one answered. The lights were out. *She must still be on patrol.*
He thought, opening the door.
Just as soon as the door was shut he heard footsteps and he
felt someone jump on his back. “WHAT THE FUCK?” He shouted.
“Shh, baby, it’s just me.” She bit his ear lightly and he
felt something at his eyes.
“What are you doing Faith?”
“Having fun.” She said as she tied a blindfold tightly
around his head. “Now let’s go over to the bed.” She said with a devious laugh.
Tonight would be fun indeed.
Faith pulled Spike by the arm to the bed while his other
hand trailed over the silk. “You’re wearin’ something silky and I can’t see?”
“That would be spoil the fun.” She pushed him back on the
bed and he tried to resist. “Don’t make it hard on yourself baby.” She cooed in
his ear as she took the manacles and fastened them securely to his wrists and
the bed. She climbed off and lit the candles she had placed around the room.
Faith turned on her CD player and hit the play button. She slowly crawled up
his body and straddled him again.
“Faith? What are you doing?”
“Shh... just relax Swilliam.” She said with a seductive
laugh as her hips began to gyrate to the beat. She felt his body react
immediately to her heat as she began to sing melodically, “So don’t give me
respect don’t give me a piece of your preciousness. Flaunt all she’s got in our
old neighbourhood. I’m sure she’ll make a few friends.”
She ground into his body and ran her hands down the silk
over her breasts. “Even the rain bows down let us pray as you cock-cock-cock
your mane. No cigarettes only peeled HAVANAS for you.”
It surprised him that she had manacles. *Who just HAS them?*
He was nervous and excited. He’d never been on the end of
this. Sure, he’d tied Dru up and teased her, and he’d been chained up by
Angelus before, but this was different. This was Faith, this was a slayer, and this
was for pleasure, not punishment.
Angelus had punished, usually fucking him within an inch of his life, just as
he did to Dru. The difference was that Dru craved his cruelty, she’d been
created that way, Spike had not been.
But that was a different time, a century ago. This was now.
This was Faith. HIS Faith.
*NO! Not MY Faith. She’s not mine, I don’t want her... yeah
right.* He was su- *What the hell?* He thought as he felt a cool sharp tip
under his shirt.
“What the fuck is that Faith?” He asked, extremely nervous.
“Relax. We said this was sex right? I’m adding mystery, a
little pain to the pleasure.” She said before picking up the song again, “I can
be cruel, I don’t know why. Why can’t my balloon stay up, in a perfectly windy
sky? I don’t know why. I don’t know why.”
“Just make sure you don’t slice my neck, okay?”
“Deal. Now be quiet, I’d hate to have to gag you.” She
gathered his shirt and yank up. He heard the rip of the shirt as the dagger
sliced it in two. She folded it back and he felt light touches on his chest and
sides. “You’re so gorgeous. Such perfect skin. We’ll have to do something about
that, won’t we?”
She was straddling his jean-clad thighs and ground her bare
sex against them. She was dripping in anticipation. She’d never been on the
giving end of this and it was exciting her beyond her comprehension. She took
the lingerie off and it fell to the floor, she’d put it back on later.
She turned her attention back onto Spike. She pressed the
dagger’s tip into his chest and dragged it down to his abdomen while
whispering, “Dance with the Sufi’s celebrate your top ten in the charts of
pain.” He growled and purred and shifted as the scent of his blood hit his
nose.
*What the fuck is she doing?* He thought.
He could feel her wetness soaking into through his jeans and
he wanted so bad to touch her, fuck her, suck her, bite her, anything, it
didn’t matter what.
She made four other gashes and he felt her rubbing her
breasts against his bleeding chest. He was harder than he ever remembered being
and he needed to fuck her so bad. “Faith...” he moaned.
“Yes, lover brother bogenvilla my vine twists around your
need.” She sang seductively as she smothered and teased her breasts with his
stolen blood.
“Please Luv, let me fuck you.”
She slapped him across the face. “You don’t fuck me, I fuck
you. Got it?”
He was silent again and she slashed his chest a few more
times before running her hands through his blood and smearing it all over her breasts.
She was growling and he bucked his hips a few times but she wasn’t ready for
it.
Her world was caving in on, she couldn’t breathe. She needed
control. Control of her life, of herself, of something, of someone. She wanted control, and she knew of very few
vampires who would give control to a mortal, any mortal, let alone a slayer.
But she had found one vampire and had taken control of him. She looked down at
him, bleeding and blindfolded, thrashing around, bucking his hips, body
begging, mouth silent and she smiled.
She leaned over him and fed him one of her breasts. He
sucked on it ferociously, licking every ounce of his blood from it and she felt
two pricks in her skin. She sat up quickly. “Now now, you’re suppose to play
nice.”
It was all about control. She was controlling a demon and
the mere thought of it made her hot. She reached over and took one candle off
the table and dripped hot wax over one of the wounds. He howled and screamed
and she felt his cock grow more, throb more under her hot core.
The candle was placed back on the table and she slid down
his body. She unzipped his jeans and dragged them down with her along with his
boots. She stood at the end of the bed looking at her vampire.
*No. Not MY vampire. He’s not MY vampire. I don’t want him.
Yeah right Faith. Very convincing.*
She smiled and crawled back up his body allowing her nipples
to graze his skin. She took the bottle of oil and held it over the candle for a
few minutes.
She was hovering over his cock and he wanted so desperately
to just be buried inside her. Fuck what was right, fuck Drusilla and Angel and
the past, fuck common sense and intelligence. Fuck all of it. He just wanted to
be inside her, where he felt safe.
*Safe? William the Bloody does NOT feel safe inside a
slayer.* He told himself. *Tremendously convincing Spike.*
Her nipples were hard as she rubbed them on his bloody
chest. He felt something warm pouring over his chest, over the healing wounds
as she hummed along with the erotic melody, “Even the rain is sharp like today
as you sh-sh-shock me sane.” She sat straddling him, grinding into his erection
with her dripping cunt. She began massaging the oil over his body and it felt
good. It was painful, but good, she was denying him. She massaged the oil around
the base of his cock and on his sac and thighs, but never once touched his
raging hard-on.
“Please Faith.” He begged. He didn’t care if she was a
mortal, or a slayer, he just needed to be buried inside her. Who they were,
what they had done, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was each
other.
“Now that’s interesting. William the Bloody begging a
slayer. Do it again.” She whispered.
“Please.”
“No cigarettes only peeled HAVANAS for you.” She stood up and
slid the lingerie back on. She mounted him again and sunk onto about an inch of
his erection and he whimpered when she stopped.
She slowly removed the blindfold and his eyes were the
deepest blue she’d ever seen. When he opened them and looked at her, she
melted. She could almost see herself reflected in them.
“Please.” He said.
And she answered, “I can be cruel. I don’t know why. Why
can’t my balloon stay up in the perfectly windy sky? I don’t know why. I don’t
know why.” He watched her lips as her husky voice breathed the words and she
gyrated her entire body to the music. Her skin practically sang the words. She
was a vision. He could see her neck and upper chest covered in his blood. She’d
covered herself in it, smothered herself in it. The midnight blue silk that
barely covered her was soft and elegant. She was radiant. A perfect angel, a
goddess. His cruel goddess.
*No. Don’t think that. It’s just sex. Incredible,
mind-numbing sex.*
His oil covered erection throbbed at the sight of the lace and
silk, blood and lust she was surrounded by, covered in, smothered in. He thrust
his hips upward into her body and she slapped him again.
She slithered up his body and straddled his head. “This is
not YOUR show Spike. This is mine. Now eat me.”
He didn’t have time to protest as she sat on his face. It
wasn’t the worst thing that could happen for sure, but it wasn’t the best
either. He went to work immediately, lapping the juices that were beginning to
flow. His tongue flicked out to her aching bud and flitted around her dripping
opening. He slid his tongue inside her and felt her muscles contract around it.
Her thighs squeezed him and she moaned. She wasn’t the only one who had
control.
She began riding his tongue, his face was completely buried
between her legs and it was heaven. She bucked and thrashed around above him
and exploded around his tongue. He kept fucking her even after she’d orgasmed
and she moaned his name.
It took every ounce of will power she had to pull away from
his glorious mouth. She slithered back down his body and their lips met in a
ferocious kiss. She felt his fangs elongate and prick her tongue. He sucked at
the wound and she let him as her hands traveled down his cool body.
“Faith, please... I need to be inside you... I wanna make
you cum... I wanna feel your muscles around me as you scream.”
She licked her cum off his face as she slipped her fingers
around his throbbing cock. She guided it inside, impaling herself on it quick
and fast. She exploded again bucking against his cock as he started propelling
his hips upwards, slamming into her, probing her depths.
She squeezed him and drew him in further, inviting him into
her soul.
*No. Just sex Faith, that’s all it is. Just sex....
mind-blowing sex.*
She was close, so was he. He was panting and thrashing
around and throbbing inside her. She leaned over and offered her neck to him.
While he sank his fangs into her, she sank her blunt teeth into his neck which
made him explode inside her, his cool white gift pumping inside her, filling
her completely, over flowing her. Her own body shook and writhed in pleasure as
she squeezed him, receiving his gift and offering her own.
She fell onto top of him sated. *Yeah, mind-blowing sex.*
She reached up and unlocked the manacles and fell asleep
with him still buried inside her, in his arms, where she desperately wanted to
be.
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