plumjadeskindiver2

"Skin Diver" (NC-17)
Princess Plum Jade
Part II

They relaxed together, totally comfortable. It still amazed Spike that loving Dru was always so damn exciting. He�d been enjoying her for nearly a century and a quarter and still he burned for her. Oh, he liked a bit of fresh pelt from time to time, any man did. But nothing was ever as good for him as when he and Dru came together. It was always good, always hot, always special. If only she could go all out and feel everything he wanted to give her...

His eyes flicked to Cordelia as the fledgling moved restlessly on the pillow. Drusilla glanced up at him and smiled.

�She�s a very pretty dolly,� Drusilla remarked softly.

�Pretty indeed.� Spike lightly traced the bridge of Dru�s dainty nose.

�Pretty enough for Princess?� Her eyes took on a knowing glint. Spike was dying to know how Dru managed that. One moment she was childishly fey and feeble, the next she was irresistibly sexy.

�Definitely,� Spike agreed with her again as he smoothed a lock of her hair away from her face. He felt his member twitching slightly at the anticipation of pleasures to come. �Pretty enough for Princess.�

Drusilla squealed delightedly and pressed her vulva against Spike�s thigh to leave a wet kiss there. She half-climbed half-rolled away from him and knelt beside Cordelia, leaving Spike with a view of her slim straight back, her modest buttocks, and her pretty feet.

Drusilla looked down at Cordelia thoughtfully. The fledgling was stirring, half-waking. She had thick black eyelashes that curled upwards quite prettily, and her half-opening eyes revealed complex hazel orbs�pale green, dark forest green, hints of dark gold and brown. Her face was delightful, a symphony of classical prettiness.

She was the sort of girl Drusilla had never felt good enough to be seen talking with in the days when she had been a real girl. Cordelia was the elegant girl who always knew what to do and what to say and attracted all the gentlemen�s attentions at picnics and balls and church socials. Drusilla�s eyes narrowed as she recalled the hurtful feelings of being not good enough to be accepted into the more popular circle.

Cordelia had made others feel that way. She should be punished for that. Drusilla would see to it later on. A wide leather strap applied repeatedly to her bottom would make Cordelia good and sorry for anything bad that she did. And it would please Spike and Drusilla both to see her backside striped, flushed and rosy from a good strapping while her eyes leaked silvery tears down her pretty face.

Spike watched with rapt fascination as Drusilla slowly bent from her waist and lightly kissed Cordelia�s pouty pink mouth.    They were a exquisite tableau of complement and contrast, the two gorgeous brunettes: one delicately built with straight glossy hair and milk-white skin, the other more voluptuously curved with rippling waves in her hair and a creamy ivory complexion. Drusilla�s mouth was fuller than Cordy�s, and paler.

His gut clenched tightly when Cordelia tentatively kissed his princess back and Drusilla cooed lightly.

�Open up for Mummy,� she coaxed. Drusilla�s snaky pink tongue delved into Cordelia�s mouth and the girl made a slight gurgling noise when she came fully awake and realised she was kissing another female. Spike�s lips tilted into a grin as he recognised the play of emotions on her features: surprise, fright, faint repugnance. Drusilla held Cordelia�s face in her hands as she thoroughly explored the girl�s mouth with hers: licking, sucking, tasting, nibbling a little. A long shudder spasmed through Cordelia�s hot body and she moaned softly.

Her dark greenish hazel eyes met Spike�s pleadingly. After all, he was her actual sire. Spike�s smile softened the littlest bit.

�Best get used to it, pet,� he advised gently. He watched her eyes widen with surprise and chuckled softly. Cordelia wasn�t used to being second fiddle. She�d probably thought one look from her and he�d whisk her away from Dru. Not damned likely, especially when they looked so hot together.

Drusilla sat up and moved to Cordelia�s opposite side. She reached for the small clasp that fastened Cordelia�s bra. An easy flick of fingers unclasped it and the padded demi-cups fell away on either side of the supine girl. Drusilla�s mouth formed a small �O� of delight at the softly sloping mounds of her new pet, upright and neat on Cordelia�s chest. Her nipples were large and dark, a succulent mouthful for a lover. Drusilla reached down to trace and roll Cordelia�s left nipple in her fingers. Cordelia bit her lip and made a soft grunting noise. She seemed uncertain what to do which was understandable.

She was still just a baby, after all.

Spike rose from the bed and picked up a large wooden box in the corner opposite the bed. Drusilla giggled softly as Cordelia�s questing gaze followed his movements.

�Don�t be shy.� Drusilla softly kissed the newborn fledgling�s smooth cheek and whispered into her hair. �We must all play nicely together.� She lightly stroked the side of the girl�s face. �You�re a lovely doll,� she declared.

Drusilla continued to play with Cordelia�s nipple, rolling it between her fingers, pinching gently, pinching not so gently. Cordelia moaned as the stimulation inevitably affected her and her nipple began to stiffen, pebbling into a firm peak. Drusilla�s free hand travelled down the flat planes of Cordelia�s firm abdomen.

Her fingers stopped just shy of the tiny lace triangle covering her new grandchilde�s vulva. Modern lingerie fascinated the older vampiress. It seemed nearly pointless to her. After all, the sheer white lace triangle did not really cover anything. Cordelia�s dark body hair was plainly visible through the fabric. The flimsy lace also released the faint fragrance of the pretty doll�s slowly burgeoning arousal. Drusilla closed her eyes and made soft little chortling sounds of pleasure as her new doll responded to her petting. She was a good little girl, perhaps her punishment should not be too horrible.

Drusilla traced the edging of the lace triangle with her fingertip. She placed her hand gently on the very center of it and massaged Cordelia�s labia through her panties, smiling her approval when Cordelia moaned and quivered. The lace covering seemed like an erotic sachet now, collecting the fragrant moisture seeping from the girl�s core.

�Ahhhhhh Spike,� Drusilla whispered dreamily. �She smells like wildflowers in the late spring.� She glanced at her beloved who smiled back at her lovingly even as his blue eyes had darkened and glittered.

�She�s darling,� Spike agreed. He set the small wooden chest on the decrepit night stand beside the bed. Drusilla felt her nipples tighten at the very sight of the box where they kept their playthings.

Spike faced Cordelia. �Turn over,� he ordered.

Cordelia�s eyebrows swooped upward, startled. Drusilla smiled tenderly and pressed her finger against Cordelia�s vulva until it entered the cleft and she stroked the new vampiress. Cordelia made a yipping little cry at the roughness of the lace-sheathed finger stroking against her inner softness. Drusilla laughed, a cunning sweet sound like a crystal bell, and rolled the girl over onto her belly.

Spike and Drusilla were silent for a moment, appreciating the lovely view of Cordelia Chase from behind. Her back was sinuous and perfect. At the base of her spine was an incredible tattoo, a decorative glyph of a blazing sun. What a coincidence! Drusilla reached for Spike�s hand and held it for a moment as they contemplated everything they would get from this new childe.

There was no back to her panties, just a string bisecting her round smooth buttocks attached to the waistband of the undergarment. Really useless. Drusilla gripped the string and casually ripped it.

Cordelia grunted at the light sting of the tearing elastic on her waist. For some reason, her ability to always speak her mind had completely abandoned her. Perhaps it was the fact that she was no longer human, could not escape and return home. Her place was with these creatures, now her own kind. Their rules made her their subservient and if they wanted to play with her, she had to allow it. They had already told her she didn�t have a say in anything they chose to do when Spike had made her. So what was the point in talking?

She wasn�t actually scared, which was kind of nice. She could remember being really scared of both of them in the past. But their treatment of her wasn�t scary now. Her pubic lips whispered liquidly as she moved restlessly on the satin sheets. In a strange way, what they were doing was a really sexy fantasy. They were treating her like a toy, a plaything. It was a little frightening, but it was also very arousing.

Cordelia's first feeling of Drusilla's attention to her had been faint horror. She'd never touched another woman sexually before. She had never harbored fantasies of doing such a thing. Yet, as the vampiress continued to caress her body and kiss her lips, Cordelia felt her flesh waking and tingling, humming sweetly with pleasure. Drusilla's touch was gentle, reverent, and incredibly erotic. She gazed upon Drusilla, stunned by the creature's beauty. Her body was so slim and firm, her skin was so soft. A woman's body was much different from a man's in form and feel. Cordelia felt a faint shock that she had lived and died a human death without ever appreciating the erotic qualities of her own gender.

Cordelia's stomach flooded with excitement, dread, and anticipation. She would be with both of them, and the possibilities of the ectasy that might result made Cordelia's labia thicken and swell and leak fragrant hot cream.

Cordelia felt the bed sink a bit as Spike knelt somewhere behind her. Gooseflesh prickled on her and heat suffused her face as she recalled how hot the vampire had looked buck naked. He was a bit on the slender side; Cordelia preferred her men a little meatier. But he was a looker nonetheless and her body seemed alive with sexual sensitivity. She wondered if it was some strange aftereffect of being turned to vampirism, perhaps this was her body�s last human urges to propagate after being threatened by death. It did her no good, though; she was already dead.

Her anus clenched involuntarily when she suddenly felt Spike�s large hand flat on her ass-crack, spreading her cheeks. She braced herself, suddenly frightened. Her sexual experiences were limited at best and she had never been taken this way before. He may have been slim but his cock certainly wasn�t lacking. She bit her lip and tried not to whimper.

�Relax, luv.� Spike sounded a little annoyed. Drusilla knelt beside him and soothingly petted Cordelia�s smooth bottom as he drew a toy from their treasure box, a large butt-plug made of ultra-smooth dark blue vinyl. He realised belatedly he should have fucked Cordelia before he turned her. It hadn�t occurred to him a girl like her might still be untouched in some places. Now she was anxious and afraid to spread herself. He pressed the round tapered tip of the butt-plug to the tightly puckered opening between her cheeks. She groaned and her anus tensed tightly to shut him out. �If you relax it won�t hurt,� he cajoled. �If you don�t, I�ll just have to drive it up there.� That comment only made her clench harder.

�But�I don�t like�� she tried to explain.

Spike�s large hand slammed against her ass with a hard cracking noise. Cordelia cried out in shock and pain. She trembled slightly as his fingers pried into her anus.

�You�re not here to like it,� he replied. His voice was peculiarly gentle.

�Spike.� Drusilla reached for the butt-plug. She drew a tube of silky-wet lubricant out of the chest and squeezed a generous amount onto the smooth toy. She spread the wet jelly all over the butt-plug until it was fully coated. �She�s just a little girl,� she reproved him softly as she handed the plug back to him.

Spike smiled tensely at Dru. �Thank you, pet.�

Drusilla crawled forward and began to stroke Cordelia�s long hair as Spike held her rear cheeks open and began to ease the now well-lubricated plug into her tiny opening. Her eyes widened as she realised a few frightened tears glistened in her grandchilde�s eyes and she patted her consolingly.

�Now, my pigeon, you must be a good girl and open up for Spike.� Drusilla lightly caressed her pretty face. �You�ll be glad later he used the toy to open you first when he�s in your bottom himself.�

Cordelia�s expression was unspeakably beautiful, trapped between fear and surrender, while her sire manipulated the thick vinyl shaft over her virginal aperture. Drusilla planted an impulsive kiss upon one of her eyelids and savored the taste of a teardrop on her lips. Finally, Cordelia sighed deeply and Spike eased the tip of the plug into her. He worked it gently, rotating it slightly as her sphincter muscles spasmed, alternately clinging tightly and relaxing on the plug as it delved into her anus, then he urged it slowly forward until the wide-flared base was flush with the splendid full moon of her backside.

Drusilla smiled knowingly at Cordelia�s widening eyes. The sensation of the plug�s insertion had been enjoyable once she�d relaxed enough to permit it. A million ultra-sensitive nerves stretched and sizzled and skittered around the plug. It was tapered, gradually widening to the base and she curiously squeezed it with her anal muscles to feel the solid object inside her. She was so wet and excited by this treatment her fluids leaked onto the satin bed covers.

Spike bent over his childe and kissed the sun tattoo in the small of her back as he gently cupped and massaged her ass cheeks in his strong hands. He nibbled lightly, scraping her smooth skin with his teeth. Playfully, he tapped two fingers against the base of the butt-plug and watched Cordelia squirm.

�Now then, pet,� he said softly.

Cordelia felt herself melting inside from her sire's gentle forcefulness. Spike reached beneath her and raised her up, placing her on her knees as Drusilla scooted forward to kneel in front of her. Drusilla kissed Cordelia�s lips again and Cordelia kissed her back. Both vampiresses moaned as they leaned closer to embrace each other.

Spike sat in the easy chair and watched them admiringly. Drusilla rarely desired girls but it was clear this one interested her. She suckled at her lips ravenously, playfully nipping Cordelia and then petting her ass soothingly if she moaned. He himself found the sight of the two women irresistible. They were both flushed and hard-nippled, their breasts brushing each other teasingly. Spike smelled Drusilla�s arousal and Cordelia was so damn wet her inner thighs glistened with her secretions. Cordelia�s hips twitched and thrust against Drusilla�s pale thigh. Drusilla cupped the girl�s round breasts in her hands and squeezed them, thumbing her nipples until Cordelia cried for more fulfilling contact.

Cordelia was aching, burning between her legs and damnably close to release. She smelled Dru�s excitement as well and this only fueled her longings. She could never remember being this hot for Xander when they groped and explored each other in the back of her car. She was swollen, dripping, desperate. She wrapped her arms around Dru�s waist and pressed her groin against hers. She groaned loudly when Drusilla backed off and held her at arms length.

�Not yet, dearie!�

Drusilla swept Cordelia easily up into her arms and climbed out of the bed. Cordelia stared at her, baffled. The vampiress looked like a fragile delicate young woman and yet she carried Cordelia easily, as though she weighed nothing at all. She felt the butt-plug shifting in her anus as they moved. Clutching her tightly, Drusilla knelt in front of Spike and set Cordelia down on her knees beside her.   Cordelia reached to embrace Drusilla again and Drusilla laughingly brushed her hands away.

�This is a new game,� she whispered lightly. �This one we play with Spike too.�

Spike rose from the easy chair and Cordelia got an eyeful of his rampant cock. He was impressively large and thick, his white skin flushed with blood. Drusilla winked at her, her sideways glance at Spike seemed almost shy. This was a special intimacy, one she did not actually care to share but Cordelia was family after all. And she didn�t seem to actively dislike Drusilla the way Darla had. She had only to glance at the tightness of Spike�s lips, his narrowed eyes, and his twitching member to know he found the prospect of his sire and his childe sharing his cock delightful.

Drusilla grasped Spike�s cock and softly kissed its head, gently stroked his thigh with her cheek. The softest expulsion of air escaped Spike�s lips. She mouthed his erection with open lips from the tip to the base and giggled when his pubic hair tickled her face. She began to lick him with short strokes in random places. She glanced at Cordelia and motioned her to join them.

Cordelia crept forward slowly. Giving head wasn�t her favorite activity and something she hadn't done much of. She�d always considered it sort of debasing even if she really liked the guy she was with. She also felt resentful because her own needs were not attended. She�d been aching hot while she and Drusilla had kissed and touched each other in bed. It�d been exciting and she�d wanted to come. Now she was supposed to kneel on the cold stone floor with her ass plugged and her pussy clamoring for pleasure while they got Spike off?

�Come on, luv.� Spike�s large hand guided her face towards his erect cock. Drusilla moved slightly to one side to make room for her and Cordelia lowered her face on him. He watched the two beauties as they licked and kissed him. Drusilla went down on him eagerly, wetting him with her mouth, lapping his parts like a cat lapped cream. Cordelia seemed more reserved, probably didn�t know how to do it, but she was attentive just the same. Spike grinned, shutting his eyes to enjoy the sensations of two seperate mouths on his flesh, Drusilla's moist ardent kisses and Cordelia's light pecks blending together on his tumescent cock.

He breathed deeply, struggling to hold back his climax as electricity built deep inside him. The sight of the lovely vampiresses sharing his cock was as delicious as the physical sensation. Occasionally their mouths and tongues met, their noses bumped softly. Dru swept a gentle arm over Cordy�s shoulders and caressed the length of her spine, swirling her fingertips in the small of her back. She swatted Cordelia�s round ass, a light smack, enough to make the girl�s buttocks flinch forward, then she reached into her rear cleft and began to shift the butt-plug in Cordelia�s behind by manipulating its base. Cordelia gave a deep throaty groan as the vinyl shaft stroked her extremely sensitive anal walls. She reached to cup one of Drusilla�s delicate little cupcake breasts and stroked the hard nipple with her thumb. She fastened her mouth onto Spike�s organ and began to suck eagerly as pleasurable warmth tingled inside her again.

Spike was thrusting towards them, hitching slightly. Drusilla recognised he was very close to climax and ran her tongue repeatedly over the underside of the upper third of his cock.

�Ahh! God! * Dru! *� Spike whispered harshly. She reached between his thighs to squeeze his tight scrotum and gently kiss it. Cordelia�s silky lips engulfed his hard shaft about halfway and she sucked him like he was made of rock-candy. He glanced at her bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Dru grinned wickedly at him. She languidly caressed his hard-muscled thigh with one hand while she petted and massaged Cordelia's pretty rump. Cordelia bobbed furiously, taking more of him, the tip of him reaching her satiny throat. He gasped frantically as his body clenched tightly and rippled into a convulsive orgasm. His semen spurted violently and he gripped Cordy�s head by her ears, thrusting against her hard enough to bruise her lips as he completely flooded her throat and her mouth. He sighed raggedly over and over as her lips still clasped him, then he slowly released her.

Cordelia wept silently. Spike had fucked her mouth hard enough to rupture her throat and she could taste her own blood mixing with his semen. She�d gone down on him earnestly and done her best to please him. And all he did was call for Drusilla?

�Oh poor baby,� Drusilla crooned. �Don�t cry, baby, you were sooooo very good.� She enfolded Cordelia in her arms and kissed her wet cheeks tenderly. She pressed her lips against Cordelia�s until her mouth opened and she savoured the wonderful taste of Spike�s seed and Cordelia�s blood on her tongue. Cordelia�s vampirism was still new enough to carry an almost human flavour to it and Drusilla swept her tongue langourously over her new grandchilde�s soft wet mouth as her dainty white hands cupped and squeezed her buttocks in a soothing massage. "You're a sweet kitten with all the cream here--" Drusilla lashed her tongue over Cordelia's lips, tasting more of Spike's essence on her. One of her hands drifted over Cordelia's hip and wandered into the neatly groomed triangle of the girl's pubic curls. "--And here."

Cordelia trembled as Drusilla's soft fingers gently played in her nether curls and explored her moist labia. She wanted to cling to Drusilla and explain how painful it was to be treated like she was nothing by the man who had made her.

*But how could she ever understand? She�s crazy.*

�Shhhh.� Instinctively, Spike caught on to what was happening. He bent to collect his childe and lifted her into his arms. Cordelia buried her face in his neck and punched him lightly with one loose fist. �It�s okay, baby, you were wonderful. You made me feel so good, poodle.� She could feel the vibrations of his voice through his chest and it resonated through her ears as he sat back down in the oversized overfilled easy chair and snuggled her in his lap.

He heard her mutter something like, �I did what you wanted and I don�t even like it!� and smiled to himself. Angelus would have flayed her hide for that sort of comment but he preferred to govern her more gently if he could. Drusilla perched on the arm of the chair and petted the inconsolable girl soothingly as she kissed Spike's lips. �Now, now,� he soothed.

He slipped a hand between her thighs and explored her sopping folds. She was hot! Spike recalled his first weeks as a vampire. He�d fucked and slaughtered an entire brothel when Angelus had locked Drusilla away from him for a few days. He tickled and played gently with Cordelia until he found the burning stiff core of her pleasure.   He pinched it, twisted and fondled it with the pads of his fingers and the young vampiress began to gasp and writhe.

It didn�t take much stroking to make her come. She screamed joyously as her arms clutched his neck in a strangling grip. She was like a volcano, creamy lava seeping from her feminine cleft onto his naked thigh, and Spike noticed approvingly that she bucked and rocked her ass against him so that her butt-plug would shift and press her sensitive depths, optimising her climax. * A quick learner! *

�Good girl,� he praised her, squeezing one shoulder. He watched Drusilla flounce off the chair and stroll back towards their bed. She glanced at him provocatively over her shoulder and nodded imperiously. �C�mon.� He set Cordy on her feet and gave her bare ass a little swat. �Back to bed now.�

He grinned as Cordelia walked ahead of him, staggering slightly on her knees weakened by her orgasm. He took her arm to help steady her and guided her back to their broken-down bed, urging her to embrace Drusilla as his princess lay back on the pillows. He watched them kiss, soft and ardent, the faint sucking noises of their lips touching and tasting one another. Desire was already stirring his body anew and he growled softly.

Spike turned back to their treasure-box and examined some of the contents inside. What to choose, he wondered, what spices would enhance his new childe�s flavours best of all? Every female was different. Some attained pleasure through light touching, others needed to be pinched. Where did Cordelia stand? Her character seemed very proud and yet that was often the character who was meekest in bed.

He glanced at the sensual picture in the snuggly old bed: Drusilla was cradling Cordelia�s head to her chest, gently stroking her hair as the girl softly licked her breast. He watched her lithe tongue flicking over the pert nipple, circling it, lashing the tip. Drusilla�s eyes were glazing and she moaned her enjoyment low in her throat. Drusilla met his gaze and smiled wantonly.

�I think she�d be * lovely * in candlelight,� Drusilla slurred dreamily.

Excited firecrackers popped in Spike�s stomach. �All right, pet,� he replied. He rummaged in the chest and drew out the items they need for new play. He set a white taper candlestick in a tarnished brass candle holder on the table. Cordelia flinched as he struck a match and Drusilla patted her like a pet puppy. He lit the candle and blew out the match. Then he drew another toy out. Something special.

Drusilla crooned softly at Cordelia. She was such a lovely dolly and it was wonderful to play with her! She arched her ribs slightly to lift her breast closer to Cordelia�s mouth and the fledgling obligingly began to suck it in her lips. Drusilla felt the fine twittering in her breasts all the way to her toes. Cordelia�s fingers had found her cunny as well. She touched her grandsire lightly, curious perhaps. Drusilla keened softly at the gentle exploration of Cordy�s silky fingers through her warm wet labia, slipping easily into her, softly stroking her clit.

�On your back, my sweet.� Drusilla grasped Cordelia�s shoulders and the fledgling gasped slightly as Drusilla bodily turned her over so that she reclined against the older vampiress, her head pillowed by her breasts. Drusilla�s arms snaked over her torso and idly caressed her full breasts. Cordelia gazed downward at the white hands on her, the fingernails polished fire-engine red with black tipping, as they roamed playfully over her skin. It felt like her grandsire�s sopping-wet sex was flush against the tattoo on the small of her back and her hips were framed by Dru�s pale slender thighs.

Cordelia glanced up at Spike as he bent casually towards her. He held something up, some jewelry shaped a little like a large bobby-pin with red crystal beads dangling on fine chains linked at the edge of each side. He reached down to open her sex and admired the gleaming wetness of her swollen folds. Her clit was nicely swollen, pouty, and still hot to the touch. Spike pinched it between his fingers and pulled it slightly away from her body. Cordelia stiffened as he slipped the golden clip over her clitoris, pinching the ends slightly to adjust it to a snug fit.

Cordelia stared down at her own body. The clip more or less disappeared into the soft fleshy folds of her sex. Only the decorated ends showed, the beaded chains draping over her black pubic curls. The red crystals glimmered against the dark background of her pubic hair. She moved restlessly from the slightly irritating pinch of the metal on her delicate inflamed tissues. She could not stop feeling it, the pinching pressure on her clit, and she couldn�t stay still.

Spike stroked her silky thighs as she trembled, looking up at him mutely. What was there to say? He smiled at her, not unpleasantly.

�Pretty little pussy,� he whispered in a low voice. �I think it suits you.�

Drusilla pinched her, driving her nails into her nipples. Cordelia cried out softly and Drusilla shushed her as she lay back further, drawing the girl down into her arms and cupping Cordelia�s breasts in her hands. She continued to pluck and tweak the childe�s nipples until Cordelia whimpered at the slightest touch.

Drusilla sighed, content that Cordy was ready. The new vampiress was so stimulated it was impossible to move without feeling something somewhere. Her nipples smarted and tingled, her clitoris throbbed and twitched from the metal clip adorning her, and the toy in her bottomhole shifted whenever she did, reminding her she was filled. Meanwhile Drusilla continued to kiss her and touch her, sometimes gently, sometimes hurtfully and Cordelia moaned obligingly for her.

Yes, she was ready and she would be beautiful in candlelight!

Spike collected the lit candle and held it for a moment, gazing into the perfect flame it made. It occurred to him that he honestly didn�t want to do this, he never had, it was something Drusilla enjoyed and required for her own pleasure. Normally, it did not bother him to grant her anything that gave her pleasure but now he felt a twinge of regret as he looked down at his childe�s wide passion-filled eyes. Would this hurt her or drive her passion even further?

Spike held the candle aloft, high above his childe. He tilted the candle at a slight angle, allowing the melted wax to drip onto Cordelia�s nipple.

She screamed at the quick burning sensation and Drusilla laughed sweetly behind her, tightening her delicate arms over the fledgling�s body and gripping her round hips tightly with her thighs to hold her in place. The wax began to cool and solidify almost immediately.

�Ta ta, pet!� Drusilla scolded her playfully. �It�s only very hot for one moment.�

It was too much for her, though. Cordelia�s nipples were already tugged and pinched and teased until they were at a level of sensitivity where even the lightest touch hurt. Which had been Dru�s intention all along, of course. Spike wondered if she would ever outgrow her penchant for these sorts of games. He�d guessed that Angelus must have taught them to her, but other times he wondered if Drusilla had always been this way before the cruel master vampire had ever laid eyes on her.

And, though he hated to admit it, a part of Spike was truly intrigued by Cordelia�s suffering. She was so damn beautiful and sexy as she twisted and wriggled in Drusilla�s arms, her eyes blazing with erotic energy and arousal flowing like lava from her quim. Her cries were precious, almost melodious in their intensity.   Her arousal didn�t weaken, either, it only intensified from yet more sensation, even if it hurt. His cock had gone hard yet again and he was ready to enjoy her with Dru.

But Dru liked her little games to be played out fully before they got down to business and they were not finished yet.

Spike never took his eyes from Cordelia�s, watching her steadily as he tilted the candle over her other breast. She whimpered. She bit her lip. The melted wax splashed onto her soft tender skin and she squealed pleadingly as Dru tightened her limbs over her again.

�Bad girl! You made Daddy miss!� The elder vampiress hissed. She nodded at Spike to do it again.

Cordelia felt lost, trapped in a mad world that made no sense to her at all. Pain wasn�t supposed to feel good, it wasn�t supposed to send her nerves galloping through her spine and her brain like a runaway horse. She felt flooded between her legs, her pubic hair was saturated and plastered against her labia.

And there was a moment�such a very brief moment but it was there�where the wax was no longer scalding hot but pleasingly warm before it solidified into a puddle on her skin. It felt nice after it had just hurt her!

Spike splashed another drop of the wax on her nipple again and she gasped hard but didn�t cry out this time. Dru murmured approvingly to her and gently rubbed her upper arms. Her nipples felt almost like they belonged to someone else, they were too chafed and hard and irritated to belong to her anymore. But they were still attached to her, they throbbed and seemed to pulse. She was aware of anything they felt.

Spike knelt alongside Cordelia and began to trail the melting wax over her abdomen. Cordelia groaned and sighed in turns as he created a delicate abstract pattern of white wax on the ivory skin of her taut stomach. Splashes, dots, puddles going lower, surrounding her precious belly button, teasing the top of her smooth bikini line. Her arousal grew more heated and so did his own.

Drusilla gave a soft sigh behind Cordelia as her enjoyment overwhelmed her and she went through a brief orgasm from no physical stimulation at all.

Spike's fingers gently opened Cordelia's pouting sex and he admired the crimson folds of fragrant heat between the girl's firm thighs. Her clit stood proudly in the fleshy petals of her quim.   His blue eyes met her rich hazel ones as he lifted the candle high. He searched her face for any sign that she might resist the treatment he planned for her. Passion burned in her eyes, her pupils large and dark, her lips parted. A shudder ran through her beautiful body and she opened her thighs a little wider for him.

Spike dripped wax onto Cordelia�s swollen clitoris.

�* OOOHHHHHHHHHH! Aaaahhhhhooowww! *� Cordelia felt herself explode as Spike looked down at her. �Spike!� she screamed his name and bucked her hips upward. Spike smiled at her offering: her cunny was soupy with her own fluids, the clit clip had slid off of her and lay between her thighs on the bed.

He knelt between her raised knees, his lean hips urging her thighs further apart as he thrust hard, abruptly spearing her with his cock. She fit him snuggly, sopping wet and burning hot, and he pistoned against her ruthlessly, unchecked, gripping her shoulders hard enough to bruise her slightly.

Cordelia bucked up against her sire, not believing the incredible depth of sensation she was now subject to. Behind her she felt Drusilla�s body and limbs, soft against her back, her fingers playing in Cordelia's hair, tracing the shapes of her ears. Spike howled, his demon face inevitably breaking through his human visage as he swept into the creamy heat of his new childe. Drusilla smiled upward at him reassuringly as his flesh slapped against Cordelia�s body, pressing it against her own.

He leaned back and seized Cordelia�s slim ankles. Cordy made a short throaty cry as he raised her legs high and bent low over her, lifting her hips. Her ankles were braced on his shoulders as he pounded into her. His blue eyes had gone wild and he shouted how tight and hot and wet she was, how fucking good she felt wrapped around him. She cried out that he felt wonderful too and she clung to her grandsire�s arms for stability as her sire fucked her harder than she had ever imagined a man could. She felt herself dissolving into flames from the inside out.

Spike drilled her relentlessly, his neck arching, his eyes glowing golden and his fangs champing. His scrotum slapped her labia rhythmically and she sobbed at the intensity of the dark pleasure she felt when her ass bumped against his thighs and her butt-plug twitched inside her. She began to come, her face scarlet, her nipples like hard little stones he bit at playfully. Her clitoris felt larger than it had ever been, and more wetness oozed from her core to make the way for Spike�s cock while her anal muscles tightened on the butt-plug in a corresponding rhythmic spasm that made her scream his name pleadingly.

Her vagina was wetter, tighter than before as it clasped and gripped him hungrily while she climaxed. Still he pounded her, thrust against her, watching her wild eyes begin to tear because it was hurting her a little.

Then, finally, her eyes glowed dark gold and the bony ridges of her inner demon protruded over her classical human beauty. Her canine teeth lengthened into perfect fangs.

�* YES! *� Spike let himself go, threw his head back, howling to the cave-like ceiling of their little room. He flooded her buttery-soft cunny with a rich flow of seed and she snarled her delight at the feel of the spurting wetness inside her that came from him. Behind her, Drusilla had also morphed to her game face and howled her encouragement to both of them. Spike�s back bowed and his neck arched as he shrieked in glory. Cordelia had gone totally limp, game face receding, no longer able to control her legs or any part of her body as her sire collapsed against her and he hugged her tight. He kissed her feverishly all over her face, her eyelids, her lips, gently sucking her lips and tongue, claiming every last bit of her.

Finally, he rolled onto his back at Cordelia�s side and shifted her over so that Drusilla could cuddle against him on one side and Cordelia could lay on the other. She was still panting, not yet undead enough to understand she didn�t need to, but that would come. In time.

Drusilla stroked Spike�s chest and laughed softly. �She�s a wonderful dolly, Spike, just perfect.� She rolled her head contentedly onto his shoulder.

�Glad you like her, pet,� Spike replied. �I think she�s lovely too.� He snuggled Dru gently under one arm, then turned to face Cordelia. The beautiful brunette was turning on her belly and shifting, trying to find a comfortable position. Spike held out a hand to beckon her to rest against him. She crawled into the angle created by his raised arm and lay silently for a mere moment before her eyes closed and she drifted towards sleep.

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Part III

"Skin Diver" Contents

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