"Skin Diver"
by Princess Plum Jade

NC-17 (PWP; Parts II and III includes explicit sexual descriptions of fem slash and menage a trois; erotic bloodplay; some non-consensual)
Summary:  Spike and Drusilla enjoy their lovely new childe, Cordelia Chase.
Pairings: Spike/Drusilla/Cordelia (vampire)
Disclaimer:  None of the characters are mine, but they should be.  I'd put them to far better use.
Distribution:  If you ask nicely, you are very welcome to it.
Feedback:  This is something "new and different" for me so YES please feed me!!! 
Spoilers: None
Author's summary:  I was inspired to write this fic after "talking shop" with Willowluv about his "Resonance" fic.  It just occured to me that something like this could really happen.  Or maybe I just have a really perverse fantasy life.   ;)
"Skin Diver" Part One is nominated as a single-part fiction at Precious Illusion for Best Erotic/NC-17


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Their new daughter was exquisite.

Spike gazed down upon the sleeping beauty nestled in their bed.  Drusilla sat beside the girl, her long slim legs folded neatly beneath her lithe body, smiling up at him radiantly for a moment.  Then she turned her adoring gaze back to their precious drowsing fledgling.  Gently, she fingered the contours of the childe�s sweet rounded cheekbone, her dainty nose, her angular chin.

Cordelia Chase�s exceptional good looks had blossomed into raving beauty after her poisoned metamorphoses.  Her olive skin had lightened, not yet the alabaster pallor typical of the newly undead but a rich creamy ivory perfection flawlessly smooth and even in tone.  Her long dark hair was now thicker and shinier than it had been when Spike had managed to spirit her out of the Bronze in a quick raid that had taken the Slayerettes completely by surprise.  Drusilla marveled at the girl�s luxuriant mane and played gently with it, twining locks of it in her slender white fingers to form wavy little ringlets on the champagne satin pillowcase.

Her body was a true work of art, magnificently proportioned, the epitome of quality human breeding as well as the efforts of the best personal exercise trainer and dieticians money could buy in Sunnydale.  The bruises from his attack when he�d turned her were all but gone, only the faintest shadow of injury beneath the skin.

Drusilla had disliked the severe straight lines of Cordelia�s party dress.  It was too modern, not pretty at all, it had no ribbons or frills or even a spot of lace to furbish it up.  The vampiress had ripped it away carelessly and the pieces of deep cobalt raw silk still lay in swaths on the floor between the bed and the black marble fireplace.  The flickering torchlight struck dark blue highlights and played up the sheen of the silk puddled on the floor.

Spike allowed his eyes to feast upon the childe�s body.  Her neck was elegant, not too long, her shoulders rounded and silky-smooth.  Her generous breasts were plumped up in a white lace demi-bra with scalloped edging that accented bountiful cleavage.  Spike noted with pleasure that Cordelia�s figure was more voluptuous and womanly than his Princess Drusilla.  She had curves and fullness while Drusilla was slimmer, sylphlike in comparison.  The white-blonde vampire wondered why the hot brunette thought she needed extra padding up top when she clearly filled her demi-bra more than adequately without pads and didn�t sag.

Spike grinned and laughed softly to himself.  Now she never had to worry about weight gain, wrinkles, droopy flesh or sagging tits.  Her taut flat stomach and trim waist, softly curved hips that flared gently into firm thighs and shapely legs would last lifetimes.  Everything about the wealthy young beauty was eternally preserved. 

*Except her soul.* Spike shrugged inwardly. *Can�t have everything.*

Drusilla glanced up at Spike when his soft laughter brushed her sensitive ears and smiled broadly.  He had been her mate and cherished consort for over 125 years.  Jealousy was not uncommon between them but the pretty schoolgirl would not be a source of it.  She belonged to both of them.

It had taken a bit of coaxing to persuade dear Spike to bring the schoolgirl over and Cordelia herself had made quite a fuss about it before Spike finally drained her into limp submission.  Drusilla had sighed, swooney with delight as she�d watched them; her white knight of darkness gripping the resisting girl until she bruised, her sweet silvery tears as she struggled against the inevitable death creeping upon her as her heart began to fail and her lungs pleaded for air.

It was a practical move, of course.  They needed the schoolgirl to fulfill the requirements of the spell Drusilla had found, the one that would fulfill one of their dearest dreams, a chance for them to be together in sunlight.  They would decide what to do with the schoolgirl childe afterwards, or perhaps they would simply abandon her.

Drusilla casually sniffed the air permeated with Spike�s arousal and her gorgeous smile widened.  Her consort was a lusty man!  She still did not understand how the females in his social circle back in 1880 hadn�t sensed his marvelous stamina�incredible even for a human�or realised his intense eagerness to please.  His arousal was different, though, when he longed for others besides her. 

Drusilla did not understand the subtleties of crude lust and passionate love in Spike.  She only knew that he smelled differently when he was eager for her and they were alone.  Love�deep love�smelled distinctly different from hot-blooded lust.  Each was pleasing in its own way.  Like the difference between drinking from a well-fed gentleman in his prime and a weakened sickly old lady.  Different vintages, both pleasant depending upon one�s appetite.

Spike�s grinning leer softened as his cool blue eyes met Drusilla�s incredible piercing turquoise gaze.  The openness of his affection gentled his fine-chiseled features into youthful handsomeness.  His face had an almost human illusion in its sincerity towards her.  His face was the North Star, a pearl beyond price.

Deep within her, Drusilla felt some secret part of her knot up tightly in angry hurt.  The demented vampiress could remember a time before Angelus had adopted her when she had a better understanding of her own self and what she wanted and loved.  Her ruthlessly cruel sire had tormented her without mercy, her broken reason was an error on his part.  Angelus had mistakenly believed her clairvoyance made her mind powerful and resistant, harder to break.  In fact her unusual sensitivity had made her more vulnerable to madness.  Now, Drusilla lived in an isolated place of hideous beauty and everything�her memories, her present, her presentience of the future�all existed together in a topsy-turvy jumble, an abstract dream.

There were moments Drusilla was certain she loved her white knight.  She could remember loving people when she was a mortal girl.  But there were other moments of terribly empty stillness where nothing was clear to her, nothing made sense to her.  Nothing was real at all.

Not even herself.

The beauty of Spike�s honest devotion was a double-edged sword to Drusilla.  At once rare and beautiful, precious and meaningless, as useless as a headless doll.  She knew, with the helpless certainty of a trapped animal, there had once been a time she could truly love Spike as he loved her.  But she could not now.  His love was a painful reminder of what she could never do.

Even his siring of the new childe had been gentle enough for a vampire.  Gentleness was a quality in Spike that made Drusilla love him more and respect him less at the same time. 

*The schoolgirl would make a sweet distraction for Spike...* Drusilla frowned slightly, unable to recall what Spike ought to be distracted from.  No matter.  If she couldn�t remember it probably wasn�t important.

Drusilla had bathed Cordelia herself when she had first risen from her grave and Spike had provided her first meal, a rather beefy young football player who Cordelia had once dated.  Drusilla had been delighted when Cordelia had wolfed him down without complaint. *Such a good little feeder!  Not a drop wasted!* she noted fondly, holding her lover�s hand as they smiled tenderly at their childe�s carnage.

All the same, dying was a tiring business and Cordelia had climbed back into her parents� bed to sleep some more.

�What a beautiful baby,� Drusilla crooned in her breathy contralto.  �Such a lovely doll!�  She lightly stroked and petted the length of Cordelia�s thick dark hair and smiled mischievously at Spike�s appreciative glances towards his new childe.  Dearest Spike!  He tried not to show his admiration too openly for fear of wounding her feelings. *Sir Loyal Heart!*

But it wasn�t in her to be selfish.  Spike had done as she�d asked, gifted her with this lovely toy.  Did he think she would not want to share?

They would play with her together.

�Are you happy, baby?� 

Drusilla sighed contentedly at the warm tender depth in her man�s voice.

Spike felt his blood warming as Drusilla knelt on the mattress and opened her deceptively fragile arms to him.  Her eyes shone like clear precious aquamarine in her ultra-smooth milk-white face.  Her delicate beauty coupled with her girlish vulnerability never ceased to charm him.  Her child-like desires to play, her utter dependance blended with her truly frightening ability to see the future made her irresistible to any man with a gambler�s edge. 

Spike had known the purest and most painful ecstasy in her arms.  She had given him immortality and he�d loved her ever since with the artless devotion of a young gentleman who�d never indulged in deep emotions before.  Drusilla had awakened the latent warrior within the poet and set him free from a lifetime of rejection in the prudish stupidity of Victorian London.

He would always love her for that, just as he would always mourn Drusilla�s fragmentation.  She could never love him the way he loved her.  Angelus had made sure of that when he�d terrorised the shy young girl into madness before he�d made her his own.  Spike was no fool; his Drusilla was a garden, precious and unspoiled with evil blossoms and barren patches beyond anyone�s reach, even Drusilla�s own.

Spike was a vampire with a vampire�s nature.  He hunted and terrorised and killed among the human race.  Men, women, children, and even babies had met their ends at his fangs.  Some were taken quickly and scarcely knew what became of them, others died more slowly and dramatically, their ghosts abandoned to mourn his cruelty to innocents and sinners alike.

But Spike had never let a victim run mad and live.  He had never sired a childe of his own.  Not until Drusilla had entreated him.

And such a childe...

Spike drew Drusilla closely to him and their mouths met softly.  His lips parted so that he could capture the silky petal of her lower lip and gently suck it, tap on it with the tip of his tongue.  Her dear little hands fluttered behind him, butterflies flitting over his silky-soft platinum hair, teasing the edge of his long leather duster�s collar, squeezing his shoulders and trailing along his flanks.

Drusilla made a soft sound, almost a mewling like a cat.  Instinctively Spike drew away from her embrace and smiled at her.  Sure enough, her demonic face emerged through her mortal prettiness.  Her pale turquoise eyes glowed into golden flames, long sharp canine teeth extended over her full lip and her face�s delicate bone structure hardened.

�That�s my girl,� Spike praised her softly.  He slipped off his duster and tossed it over the easy chair in front of Drusilla�s doll collection.  The coat was his prize, he�d stripped it off a Slayer he�d killed in New York back in the 1970's.  �Glowy-eyed and sharp-fanged,� he whispered as his own demon surged forward and he pulled her back into his strong muscular arms.

Their kisses had none of the human softness they had just showed each other.  Drusilla bit into Spike�s chin below his lower lip and Spike exclaimed at the sweet piercing pain, then purred loudly as he tightened his grip on her body, clutching her hard against him while she licked the wound she�d made.  She was greedy and messy.  Blood drizzled over her own chin.  Her mate nipped her lip and savored the drops of her fiery sweetness on his tongue.

With a wild high-pitched scream Drusilla ripped Spike�s black T-shirt away in hanks of knitted fabric and Spike thanked God he�d gaged Dru right and saved his coat.  Their faces retracted and Spike smiled warmly into her doll-like beauty.

�We can take our time, baby.�  He spoke softly to help calm her.

�Your eyes are the sky, Spike.�  Drusilla moaned softly as his caressing hands ran down the length of her white charmeuse nightgown.

�Are they luv?�  Spike bent to lightly press his lips on the side of her exquisite throat.  Drusilla dropped her head to one side, her hair an ink-black satin curtain sweeping over her shoulder.

�Ohhhhhh yeeeeeesssssssss Spike,� she whispered breathily as he nuzzled her throat.  �The sky at mid-day.  Clear and true.�  She smiled, pale lips spreading to reveal dazzlingly white teeth.  Spike reached up and stroked the smooth surface of one perfect incisor with a fingertip.  Dru snapped at his finger playfully and caught it in her teeth.  She bit softly, not hard enough to break his skin.  Then she loosened her hold and allowed his finger to sweep lightly over her velvety tongue.

Drusilla moaned and closed her eyes as she and her lover began a sweet game.  Her rosy pink tongue curled and fluttered over his long finger as it teasingly began to withdraw, then moved forward again, lightly brushing her palate.  She enjoyed this game with Spike.  Angelus, her vampire Daddy, had taught it to her when she was still a young fledgling.  His games were always soft and nice to start.  Then they grew harder and hurtful.  They made her cry.  Games with Spike were painful at times, but deliciously so.

Spike slid his finger slowly in and out of Drusilla�s mouth.  In and out.  In and out.  She drew on him with her lips, gently lashed him with her tongue.  His cock stiffened, pressing insistently against the fly of his jeans.  Drusilla brushed his erection lightly with one open hand.  Her mouth was lukewarm, soft and moist on his digit.  It felt almost like her sweet little cunny only it was more resistant.  His other hand trailed lightly down her slim straight back and softly rubbed her bottom through the satin fabric until she moaned her appreciation then he pushed her bottom, throwing her slightly off-balance so that she fell forward against him, her face on his lean muscular chest, her crotch against his hard sex.  His other hand, free of her lips, travelled down her smooth hair, a glossy sea of ebony.  Spike�s fingers twisted into a fisted grip in the length of her raven tresses and he pulled her face roughly to his mouth for another long suckling kiss.

Drusilla growled and seized the button fly of Spike�s well-worn black jeans.  She lightly bit his high sculpted cheekbone as she worked nimbly to open his pants and whisk them down his hips and thighs.  His cock rose up, twitching eagerly towards her, a thick staff of pearly marble flesh with the slightest pink flush of stolen blood beneath the silky skin.  Playfully, teasingly, Drusilla pressed her satin-covered thigh against the side of him, then clasped him loosely  in her fingers. 

�*Aahhh!�* Spike shuddered and his eyes half-closed as he thrust closer against her hand.  He kissed her cheek and began to urge her nightgown upwards to uncover her body as her fingers fluttered teasingly round his cock, clasping, gripping, lightly stroking.  He felt thick and heavy between his legs.

�No!� 

Spike�s eyes widened and he was abruptly yanked away from the dreamy softness of Dru�s touch when the vampiress squeezed his cock a little too hard for him to enjoy it.

�What?� He couldn�t keep the trace of a snarl from his voice.

�Shhh.�  Drusilla�s lashes fluttered coquettishly as she pressed her fingers lightly to his mouth.  �You�ll wake the baby.�  She placed both hands on his shoulders, drew Spike closer and guided him to recline on the pillows next to Cordelia.  �It�ll be playtime soon,� she explained sweetly, wide-eyed as she yanked his jeans further down and dropped them carelessly on the floor.  �She needs her rest.�

Spike felt fire ignite in the deepest center of his sex�he wondered if he would burst in his excitement.  His adorable raven beauty did not censure him for seeking an occasional playmate for variety�s sake, but it was a rare treat when she wished to join him.  The thought of sharing Cordelia in passion and cruelty inflamed him with searing hunger.  Drusilla knelt, each slim soft thigh on either side of his legs just above his knees.  Her clear turquoise eyes smiled eloquently at Spike as she slowly began lifting her nightgown.  Very slowly, only a little bit at a time.

Spike�s eyes were glued to the soft cool satin as it floated gradually upward, an inch, half an inch, revealing the alabaster splendour of his mate.  Perfect knees, milky thighs tucked into the slightest hint of hips.  Her cunny was shy, hidden in a black thicket of tight-curling hair; the lips, long and plump, slightly opened from her posture astride his legs.  Her juices were seeping out the slightest bit, lending a faint gleam to the curls nearest the cleft of her sex and Spike licked his lips at the heavenly odour of Drusilla.  Her belly was soft and flat, without a thimbleful of spare flesh to it, her navel a darling dimple below her narrow waistline.  The gown eased higher over her tapering  ribcage.  Her breasts were pert and firm, pointed in shape, her nipples a delicious pale raspberry hue.  Her figure was compact, muscular, like a ballerina�s. The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

�Dru!� A plaintive note entered Spike�s voice.  His cock was aching now, flushed a deep rose from the blood pooling within the shaft.

She lifted the gown over her head and dropped it behind her.  She stared down at him, entirely serious, all trace of fun gone from her visage.  Spike swallowed as Drusilla reached down between her thighs with both hands.

Her elegant fingers opened her labia and she gave a soft little coo as her finger slid over a particularly sensitive lump of flesh hidden at the top of her secret mouth.  Spike spoke of  her clitoris as a precious pink pearl nestled within the folded delicacy of her body.  He had taught her how the pearl could be gently touched, stroked and rotated until she reached carnal bliss that made her weep because it did not last.  Over the century he had played with her, by turns gentle or rough, using his fingers, his mouth, his tongue and even his teeth when she begged him to.  But she knew he loved watching her open herself in front of him and lightly trace the pearl until it stiffened like his cock and began to throb.

Spike swallowed hard as he absorbed the vision of Drusilla�s tiny white fingers in the crisp dark nether curls, parting the lips of her sex, revealing the rich flush that matched his own.  He inhaled the aroma of her personal moisture, only the faintest hint of sweet musk. 

She rotated one finger deeper in her labia, then stretched her hand towards him.  Spike lifted his head and lapped her glistening finger with leisurely thorough strokes of his tongue.   A twitter of laughter sang through her own body at the sight of his adoration and the tickling feeling of her lover�s tongue on her sensitive fingertips.

She palmed his scrotum and squeezed very gently, lifting the soft weight in her palm, fondling the tightening folds of ordinarily loose skin on the fleshy sac beneath his engorged rod.  Her lover groaned and lifted his hips clear of the mattress and he bit his lip.  Drusilla bent forward over his splendid supine body and lightly kissed one pale, flat nipple.  Her lips parted and she gently drew upon his flesh until it tightened and darkened in colour like his sex.  She traced the areola with the tip of her tongue in a slow wet circle.  She began to pluck at his other nipple with her fingers as she sucked ardently on the first one.  He groaned loudly at the almost painful stimulation of her pinching fingers combined with the sweeter lapping and suckling of her lips. 

�Come on, baby,� he said breathily.  �Please.�

Drusilla gurgled with delight at her lover�s panting.  She rose back to her knees and carefully positioned her body until the knobby tip of his member nestled near the top of her vaginal cleft.  She rotated her hips only slightly, allowing her wet lips to massage just the tip of his cock as she rubbed her clitoris on him.   Pleasant little shocks and tremors skittered over her spinal cord until Drusilla moaned in pleasure.

�Ooooooh Spike!� she exclaimed delightedly.  �It feels like swinging!�

�Yes, pet,� Spike agreed.  He reached up to cup her beloved face in his hands for a moment before he trailed them down her slim neck and shoulders.  His palms covered her neat little breasts and pressed slightly.  Her nipples were pebble-hard on the tips of her breasts.    �Slide down onto me, baby, so it can feel better,� he coaxed in a low rasping voice.

Drusilla looked down at him consideringly, thinking about it.  Then she smiled very graciously and tilted her firm body until she was angled slightly backward.  She lowered herself onto Spike�s sex and sighed as her silky-wet folds surrounded him, enfolded him in her velvety depths of pleasure.

Spike cried out and Drusilla nibbled her lower lip as she stared into the wonderful truth of his eyes.  She saw everything very clearly, how much he loved her and how this act always seemed to him a sacrament, a reflection of that feeling.  A tear lingered in the corner of his left eye, and he shuddered with strong emotion as he thrust upward to fill her as deeply as their bodies permitted.  Again, she felt that curiosity and unhappy resentment blended in her pleasure. 

Then it was gone as Spike�s organ thrust deeply within and struck her barren womb.  She squealed at the brief shock of pain balanced with the pleasure of holding her lover inside her.  Spike sat up slightly and passed his strong hands caressingly over her naked flanks until she surged forward to kiss his mouth.  Their lips parted and their tongues meant in delicious swirling caresses.  He cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged her nipples with his thumbs until they rose up into obediently stiff peaks for him to squeeze until she gasped.

Drusilla felt heated and frozen, stiff tension and liquid ease.  She rode him, casually rocking, thrusting her pubis forward until it collided with his.  She imagined him as her dear pet rocking horse her father gave her for Christmas one year.  Rocking forward, delicious friction between her legs, rocking backward so that his cock struck a tender spot in her upper vaginal wall.  It was a special spot that sent more pleasure careening recklessly through her womanhood and made her breasts tight and tender.

She moaned, throwing her head back and Spike growled her name.  She thrust harder against him and squeezed her inner muscles to grip him tightly, urging him to come, come, come�*come to what?*

�Dru!�Baby!�Oh!�  Spike felt his body storm into a delectable release, his hips snapping uncontrollably.  A thick spray of seed flooded  Dru as his organ spurted within her wet core. 

She was practically romping, her body crashing against his to stimulate her clit and then she leaned backwards, rigid, her raspberry nipples nearly scarlet as her folds clung and clasped his softening shaft tightly, rhythmically all around him.  She wailed his name, triumphant, then flung herself forward to lay against his firm muscular chest.  Instantly his strong arms surrounded her, clutching her tightly in a passionate embrace while he rained loving kisses on her eyebrows.

�I love you so much, Dru,� he murmured against her silky hairline.

They lay quietly for some time.  Spike savored the feeling of Drusilla�s naked body on his, the sweet burden of her delicate weight.  Her limbs tangled gracefully with his own and her soaked labia pouted against his slackening cock.  He pressed his face into her sleek dark hair and whispered again that he loved her, smiling sadly when she remained silent.


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