| CHAPTER 13 |
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Buffy snuggled deeper into the cool embrace of the person holding her, luxuriating
in the feel of being held and feeling safe for the first time in what felt like years.
Sleepily blinking her eyes, she tried to focus on her surroundings and remember where
she was. And more importantly, who she was with. As she stretched, the arms around her tightened their hold, bringing her into closer contact with the person... the very naked person... that was holding her. Buffy suddenly realized that she was naked as well, and frantically tried to remember how she came to be that way. About the same time as Buffy recalled her last conscious memory as being upstairs talking to Spike, she felt long, cool fingers cup and gently squeeze both her tits, and soft lips press cool, gentle kisses across her shoulder and the back of her neck. A strangled gasp was torn from her throat as the hand that had been playing with her left breast, slid down her torso and was now sliding cool fingers between her legs, cupping and teasing her suddenly damp pussy. Buffy arched back against the firm body of what, or so her mind insisted, had to be Spike, and moaned deep in her throat as she felt a hard, throbbing pressure against her backside. As Spike ground his erection against her firm ass, his right hand cupped and squeezed her right breast, teasing the nipple into a hardened peak. And with each shallow thrust against her ass, he slid one finger up and down her moist slit, rubbing and circling her throbbing clit. Buffy reached back with her left hand and grabbed at Spike's firm ass, moaning at the sensations he was arousing in her. Spike slid his left leg between hers, opening her up a little for his teasing fingers. He pressed his aching cock firmly against her ass and slowly pushed one finger into her hot, wet hole. With his cock wedged firmly between them, and sliding along the cleft of her ripe ass, he began to pump his finger slowly in and out of her tight, wet pussy. The feel of his gentle invasion of her aroused body caused Buffy to sink her nails into the flesh of Spike's ass. The sharp pain caused by Buffy's nails woke Spike out of what he assumed to be a pleasant dream. His eyes opened wide as he realized that the wet heat surrounding his left index finger was real and not his imagination. Spike froze as he finally came to the realization as to who was in his bed with him. "Spike!" Buffy gasped as he stopped the slow pumping of his finger. "Don't stop, damn you. Don't you dare stop!" Spike grinned as he realized that she was highly aroused and that he had made her that way while he was sleeping. He resumed pumping his finger into her tight pussy and rolled her right nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand. Placing his lips against her ear he started whispering, "You like that, yeah? You like my finger in your hot little cunt don't ya? So tight, so warm, so wet. All for me... MMM... that�s it pet, fuck yourself on my finger." Buffy rocked her hips in counter-point to Spike�s pumping finger, moaning loudly, her breath coming in harsh pants. Spike ground his hard, throbbing cock against her tight little ass and murmured, �See how hard you make me Love? With your hot little body pressed against me, your perky tit in my hand and your tight little pussy wrapped around my finger?� Pumping his finger deeper inside of Buffy, Spike noticed a thin obstruction. �No way� he thought to himself �not possible�. Just then, Buffy arched sharply against him, rubbing her ass in circular motions against his cock, making him loose track of his thoughts. �More Spike� please� more�� Buffy gasped. �Want more baby? Want another finger inside your tight cunt? Hmmm?� Spike whispered in her ear as he slipped a second finger inside her wet hole. Spike pumped his fingers hard and deep inside her hot pussy, roughly rubbing her clit with his thumb. �That�s it Buffy, cum for Spike, yeah? Cum all over my fingers. Oh ya baby girl, that�s it, you love my fingers in your pussy don�t ya�� Spike murmured in her ear as he drove his fingers hard inside of her. Buffy threw her head back and let out a shriek as her entire body seemed to dissolve into a kaleidoscope of sensation. �OH GOD SPIKE!� �That�s it baby, let go. Let yourself feel it. Yeah� oh fuck your pussy is so tight around my fingers�� Spike growled low in his chest as he pulled Buffy sharply against him, pressing his aching cock against her ass. �Oh fuck Buffy!!� Spike shouted as he came against her ass, spilling his cold semen against her soft skin. Buffy lay trembling against Spike, her body spasming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She could feel her inner muscles clenching and unclenching around Spike�s fingers, which were still imbedded inside her pussy. �Oh� that was�� Buffy trailed off, unable to find the proper words to describe what had just happened. Spike panted against Buffy�s neck. �I agree pet, that was� definitely� something else, wasn�t it? Buffy giggled softly. �Spike� did you just� ummm�. you know� against my ass?� �Yeah, I did pet. Thought I had more control than that, but I guess you just drive me beyond my control.� Spike thought for a moment and then asked quietly, �Love, are you okay with what happened? I mean I know you haven�t had� well� sex before�� Buffy interrupted in a quiet tone, �Spike, I am fine with what just happened. Didn�t plan on this happening, at least not now, but I�m okay with it. And if you mean that I am still virgo intacta, you�d be correct.� Buffy shrugged and continued. �Never found someone who could make me feel like you did, and still do. I mean I feel safe, and cherished. Thank you.� Spike snuggled her closer to him and smiled against her hair. �You are welcome Buffy. And you are safe and cherished.� Both of the blondes looked up sharply as the door at the top of the stairs opened and Dawn yelled down at them. �Get your lazy bums upstairs you two. The gang is all here and is asking questions that make Giles stutter. Hurry up!� The door slammed shut as if on emphasis to Dawn�s last words. �Guess we better get up then, and see what�s going on upstairs� Spike said as he wiggled his fingers that were still inside Buffy. �Spike!� Buffy gasped. �Stop it, or we will never leave this bed.� �Fine by me pet. I would enjoy making you cum for the rest of my existence� Spike said, as he slowly pulled his fingers from Buffy�s pussy and leaned over her so she could see his face. He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. �MMM, tastes divine. Can't wait to taste it from the source� later.� With those words Spike hopped from the bed and gave Buffy a small slap on her exposed ass. �Here, pet, toss this on. It�ll save time what with not having to lace yourself into that vest of yours.� Spike tossed her one of his black t-shirts as he pulled on his jeans. �Let�s go see what the idiot brigade wants now." |
| CHAPTER 14 |
| Buffy picked up the shirt Spike had tossed her and just sat there looking at it. �Something wrong love?� Spike asked, seeing her lack of response. �We need to talk, Spike, about certain misconceptions and expectations you may have of me,� Buffy quietly murmured. �Why don�t I like the sound of that,� Spike remarked as he sat heavily on the end of the bed. �Depends on how you will take what I�m about to say.� Buffy sighed gently. �First off, let me say that I enjoyed what happened this morning, and I don�t regret it at all.� Spike just sat there, looking at her, waiting patiently for what he assumed was going to be a major brush off. �When you said that I hadn�t had sex before, you were mistaken, but given my physical condition it�s perfectly understandable,� Buffy informed him quietly. �I�m not sure I understand pet. I mean I FELT that little barrier and you said�� Spike started to say. �I said I was intact, not that I hadn�t had sex before,� Buffy interrupted. �How is that possible, unless the guys were that small�?� Spike trailed off with a smirk on his face. �It�s a little hard to explain, but�� Buffy paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, and then nodded abruptly. �You might understand given your nature.� Buffy smiled gently at Spike. �See, I was a virgin when I died the first time, and ever since then my body heals all physical damage quite rapidly. And since the tearing of the hymen does involve physical damage�� She trailed off, blushing a little. Spike gave her a heated look. �So, what you are saying is, no matter how many times you have sex, your virginity repairs itself?� �Yup, that�s me, the eternal virgin,� Buffy said with a sardonic twist to her lips. �How long does it take to repair between� sessions?� Spike asked as he was very interested in the whole idea. �Not really sure, but it shouldn�t take a long time for something that small,� Buffy said, then giggled. �I meant the membrane. Not, you know, your dick.� �Ta love. Glad you don�t think this,� and he cupped his denim-covered cock, �is small.� �From what I�ve seen, and felt, you are far from small, and I can�t wait to see if it feels as good as it looks,� Buffy said with a slight grin and a blush. Spike ran one hand down the side of her face as he leaned forward. Cupping her chin, he pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. �Soon pet, soon. I�ll let you play with it all you want, provided you let me find out if you taste as wonderful as you smell.� Spike took a deep, exaggerated breath and grinned wolfishly. �Deal,� Buffy said with a heavy blush. �Now, before everyone upstairs comes down here, I think we need to go see what all the fuss is about with the �idiot brigade� as you called them." Sliding from the bed, Buffy indulged in a long, tendon-popping stretch, completely unaware of the effect her actions were having on Spike. As she donned the shirt, and headed towards the stairs, she glanced back at him and giggled. Standing up to follow her, Spike caught her eye and boldly adjusted himself and said with a smirk, �You look better in my shirt than I do, baby.� They ascended the stairs into the kitchen where Buffy grabbed a cup of coffee and Spike heated up a mug of blood. Each carrying their respective beverage, they headed into the living room. Buffy made a bee-line for the chair she had occupied last night, seeing as it was the only one free. Ignoring the looks she was getting, she tugged Spike down to sit on the arm of the chair. �Holy� LEGS! Why is she showing off her naked legs? And why is she wearing Spike�s shirt?� Xander started ranting. �Please don�t tell me he seduced her in such a short time.� �Alexander Harris, what my mother chooses to do, and with whom, is her choice and none of your business. Don�t you start trying to �protect� her from what you perceive to be something wrong,� Joyce berated him. �Or so help me; I�LL start cutting parts off.� �HEY! Hold on a sec, Mrs. Summers. I didn�t mean to insult Buffy,� Xander paused and seeing the look on Joyce�s face, continued, �Or Spike. It just took me by surprise, all the legs and skin and naked legs.� Anya reached over and smacked Xander on the back of his head. �Quit staring at Buffy�s legs. Yes they are nice legs, but they are her legs, and maybe Spike�s legs. NOT yours, so keep your eyes off of hers and on mine. Or there will be no orgasms for you for a week!� Anya stated with a firm nod. Buffy turned sideways a little, curling up in the chair, making sure to keep her ass covered as she leaned against Spike. �Okay, you guys sent Dawn down to wake us up. What was so all-fired important?� Buffy asked. At that point Giles walked out of the downstairs bathroom. �Oh good, they are up.� He blinked and took off his glasses. �Why is Buffy wearing Spike�s shirt?� �Don�t go there G-man. I did and it got really weird. What with Mrs. Summers threatening to chop off my parts.� Xander said. �I see. Then I shall refrain from mentioning it, and continue with the questions I have,� Giles said as he polished his glasses and put them back on. Buffy looked up at Spike and rolled her eyes. �Damn, and here I was hoping they got us up here to feed us pizza or something,� she whispered. �If I may, Buffy. Can I start by asking you about your sword? I�ve read a few texts on one that seems identical and was wondering�� Giles started to ask. Buffy interrupted him. �Chill Jeeves, it is the same sword. There was only one made, and it was made as a birthday present for me, by my father. It has never been in anyone else�s hands but mine. So do you want to know who made it? What it can do? Or if the rumors about it are true?� �All of the above, I�m afraid. If it�s not too much trouble.� Giles said in an apologetic tone. �Okay ladies and gents, prepare for a long night. Joycie, order up some Chinese and Pizza, I�m paying. Oh, and see if they can deliver a couple bottles of wine, maybe a sparkling cider for my little sunrise, and a bottle of Jack for the gentlemen.� Buffy looped one arm over Spike�s leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. �I�ll tell you all about my sword: who made it, who I am� and more importantly, why I am here. |
| CHAPTER 15 |
| Buffy picked up the sword and unsheathed it. Its silver hilt gleamed dully
in the light from the lamps around the room, while the ebony blade seemed
to simply absorb what light struck it. �As I stated before, the sword was a
gift from my father, on my 16th birthday. I believe his words regarding the
making of the sword were�� Buffy trailed off, lost in thought. �Oh yes, �Forged
in the fires of hell, cast from the bones of eternity, and tempered in the blood of
a Dragon�s Heart�. He told me the sword has a soul, and I believe it.� �A sword with a soul. Well, can�t be all that different than a vampire with a soul, now can it?� Xander quipped. �Except I�d warrant the sword is more useful.� Everyone laughed at Xander�s remark. �Sure is� at least the sword doesn�t go all pervy around young girls,� Joyce muttered under her breath. Giles cleared his throat to get everyone�s attention. �Now then, �Forged in the fires of hell� is, I�m assuming a metaphor for something?� �Nope, it means what it says. Father used the very fires of hell to forge the sword, which is why the blade is black. And as you can see, tends to absorb light. Makes it damned hard to see in the dark.� Buffy�s grin was full of mischief. �Gives me a bit of an edge in night combat.� �No kidding. When she killed that demon last night, I didn�t SEE the sword hit him. All I saw was her holding this silver thing in her hands, and then poof� his parts were falling off,� Xander said, even as he squirmed at the thought of parts being lopped off. �Right, then. And the �cast from the bones of eternity� I�m assuming means the material from which it was made?� Giles asked, even as he continued to write. �Yes. When I asked him, he said it was the same substance from which his forefathers had forged the world-heart. This makes the sword unbreakable.� Buffy replied. �Or at least I have never come across anything that can break it, or even chip it. And that includes lasers. Darius tested it. The dumbass,� Buffy muttered under her breath. Spike glanced down at where Buffy was almost draped over his legs. �Darius? I seem to have heard that name before. Some kind of monk?� �Sort of. Darius was a student of mine a while back. I found him just after his first quickening. He came to hate the entire �lets kill all the immortals� routine, and retired to holy ground roughly 200 years ago. He was killed 2 years ago by the Watcher�s Council.� Buffy said. Willow blinked in confusion. �I thought the Council only watched slayers? Why would they kill this guy, Darius?� �Because he knew things the council didn�t want anyone to find out. Like the real truth of the creation of the slayer, and what the watchers originally were.� Buffy said with a shrug. �The ass who killed Darius was killed by Duncan shortly afterwards.� �What was the name of this ass�err watcher?� Giles asked. �James Horton. Apparently his murder of Darius was a means to draw Mac out into the open. He had this theory that Duncan was out to take over the world.� Buffy shook her head in disbelief. �Mac doesn�t want to take over the world. He�d rather brood and tease the old man.� Tara asked quietly, �Mac? Duncan? You speak of them like they are the same person.� It was Dawn who answered. �They are. Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod. Most people call him Mac.� �Interesting, very interesting.� Giles muttered as he wrote down everything. �Now the last point. �Tempered in the blood of a dragon�s heart�, are you telling me you father hunted down and killed a dragon just to temper your sword?� he asked with some indignation. �Nope, he didn�t hunt down a dragon. He IS the Dragon. He stuck the sword into his own chest, bonding the sword to his blood. This means ONLY those of his blood could wield the sword. A kind of security feature you might say.� Buffy replied. Xander gasped, �Your dad was a dragon? Wow. Betcha that shocked the shit outta your mom.� �My mother knew what my father is, Xander. He offered her the chance to bear his child and she agreed. There was no force, no coercion. My mother was a priestess in the Temple. She could see the things to come, and knew that a child born of her and my father would one day save all our people. She just forgot to mention the fact that I would also be the cause of the destruction of the city,� Buffy replied gently. Giles queried. �Buffy, you said your father was a dragon�� �IS, Giles, IS a dragon. And not just any dragon, but THE Dragon,� Buffy interrupted. �Could you enlighten me as to his name?� Giles asked softly. �Sure. His name is Draco. He is one of the Elder Gods. And the only one of them to remain behind when the rest left,� Buffy told everyone. �GOOD LORD!� Giles exclaimed, jumping to his feet. �You mean� you are� oh lord�� Giles fell to his knees, stuttering and stammering. �The Draconis. The Dragon�s Daughter. She who raised up the Four Horsemen and set them on their dark path.� �That would be me.� Buffy replied with a smirk. |
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