AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as
Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Wishverse
PAIRING : Spike/Willow
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
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I
think my reply was coherent, since he didn't laugh at me again. And then we're
walking again, toward the apartment. And if he thinks this is the way the whole
night's gonna go, he's got another thing coming. I don't do submissive with
anyone but Xander and the Master.
Finally,
we reach the apartment, after a few more stops for dislodging Spike's hands
from various parts of my body. Normally, I don't mind a little exhibitionism,
but I don't really want any wandering minion going back to the club and telling
the Master about this. Or Xander when he gets back. He's a little possessive,
as I mentioned earlier.
"Make yourself... comfortable," I finish even
though he's done exactly that, tossing his coat on the floor, and then sitting
on the couch.
"Don't mind if I do, Luv. Now come over here and get on
my cock."
I walk over to stand in front of him, hands on my hips.
"Now, is that *any* way to talk to the woman who saved your ass...
literally, earlier this evening?" I ask.
I groan and pull her hips towards me. "*Please* come
over here and get on my cock," I say with a smile.
He's
so infuriating he's almost cute. Almost. "Has that line ever worked with
*anyone*?" I reply. "I suppose it would, with the more desperate
females, but I've got news for you, Spike. I'm not desperate. I may be horny,
but I was horny before I saw you tonight."
"And you'll be a hornier bitch tomorrow if you don't get
on me now," I mumble.
I shake my head with a sigh. "Silly me, I thought we
could come back here for some fun. But obviously nobody ever taught you not to
piss off a witch," I shrug. "There's this really cool spell I know.
It sets people on fire. Wanna see?" I grin.
"Sure," I shrug.
"On
second thought," I add as I straddle his hips. "There's another spell
I know that will be a whole lot more fun for me." I speak a few words in
Latin and it's done. He probably doesn't realize it yet, but he can't move.
Another quick spell and he won't be able to come until I reverse it. That
should teach him to mess with me.
I
unbutton his jeans quickly and stroke him firmly. "Yeah, this is much
better," I purr. "Because I really do need to come." I stand
again and pull off my leather top.
I've got his undivided attention as I kick my boots off
and then push my leather pants down and off my legs. And I think he must have
tried to move, just now, because now he's giving me a suspicious look.
"Something wrong?" I ask with a smile.
I smirk
at her. She thinks she got me. Well, technically, she does.
"No," I say as I watch her undress.
"Good,"
I reply as I move to straddle his hips again. I unbutton his jeans and stroke
his cock firmly, making him groan. I guess he probably doesn't know he won't be
able to come, yet... Gods, I love being me. He's just lucky he's a member of
our clan. Otherwise, I *would* have just watched him burn.
But enough of this waiting. I'm more than ready; I've been
needing this for weeks. I position his
cock at my entrance and then slam myself down on him, whimpering as I feel him
stretch me.
"Mmm... you feel great, Luv," I moan as she slams
herself down on me. Bitch thinks this is the first fucking time I've been
frozen. Obviously hasn't met the real witch of the clan, my mate. "Harder.
Come on, put your back into it."
Of
course I knew he'd still be annoying but that's okay. I get to come and that's all
that matters. I can just ignore his comments... or at least let him think
that's what I'm doing. The truth of the matter is, I'm trying to decide when to
reverse the spell, and the more he talks, the longer he's going to be frozen. I
grin as I begin to ride him, fast and hard.
I
squeeze his cock with my muscles each time I take him back into me and this is
more than worth his snide comments. Because he really feels good inside me.
Much better than those spineless minions of
the Master.
It's a shame, because I think this could be even better if
he weren't frozen... but he has to get over his 'I'm a better vampire than you'
kick before this spell will be reversed. So I'll just enjoy the fact that he's
going to make me come until I'm completely satisfied, whether he likes it or
not. I *did* say I wanted a new plaything, after all. I guess I got it.
"Fuck,
yeah, Pet. Harder. Goddammit, we're demons, Luv. Harder," I growl. I mean,
if she's not gonna let *me* do it, she better do it. Right?
She's fucking tight. Bet she was a virgin when she was
turned. Hell, it's the best kind of human to turn!
I
swear I don't know how he's lasted for over a century without Darla just
staking his ass. I mean, the woman doesn't like *anyone*, so that's not saying
much. But I'd think he probably got all over her nerves with his smartass
comments just about every five minutes
when they were all living together.
But
letting him know he's getting to me only makes him happy so I just continue to
ignore him. Although I'm thinking a couple hours will be the minimum for this
spell... I speed up my movements on his cock and move one of my hands between
us to my clit. I rub it hard, bringing myself closer to the edge. I move my
other hand to my breasts, alternately kneading them and pinching the nipples.
I'm so close already; it's been too long since I've been
with anyone who was worth my time. But since I think we'll be here for a while,
I don't see any reason to wait to come. I slam myself down on him once more,
pinching my clit as I do. And I scream Xander's name when I come... force of
habit, I guess.
"WHO THE FUCK IS XANDER???" I snarl viciously as
her body slows its motion. Not that she didn't feel absolutely fantastic around
me... But... "Witch, I don't give a rat's left testicle if you wanna use
me for your own pleasure, but you sure as FUCK won't be yelling someone else's
name!"
Gods, that was good. "Xander's my sire and my
mate," I reply. I frown. "The Master's newest childe? How do you not
know about him?"
"Oh, you mean the whelp?"
I roll my eyes. "I'm not really sure *what* that
means but I'm pretty sure the appropriate response is 'fuck you'." I
laugh. "Oh, I guess I did already." I lean closer, tracing my tongue
along the edge ear before I add, "And if you're expecting me to scream
*your* name when I come... you're going to be waiting a really, really long
time for that."
"Oh, don't worry. You will be. Once you decide you've
had enough of a one-way and actually wanna get *fucked*. But, whatever. Not
like I don't have forever, although Dru *did* want me back in a month. That's
not a problem, is it?"
I
laugh. "Somehow I doubt you'll be able to keep me amused for much longer
than a day or so."
Even as I say it, I can feel myself getting wet again in
response to his words. It's not that I really want him to fuck me. I'm just...
really horny, still. Yeah, that must be it.
"You'd be surprised. That is, when you decide you're
through playing childish games." I smirk and then quickly add, "I
mean, Darla speaks pretty fondly of your mate, so why don't you stop this
childishness and actually show me what you can *really* do, because thus far,
I'm not impressed." It's a challenge, yes. But I'd love to see what she
can really do. These petty spells are child's play compared to the shit that
Dru's conjured up in our living room, hell, in our *bathtub*!
I
grin. "You wanna know what I can do?" I ask. I think for a moment
before I decide on my next move. I haven't done this spell often, because if it
doesn't work, it would be all badness, but I think I've got it under control. I
guess we're about to find out.
I
speak a few sentences in a language so ancient there aren't many who actually
can read it... lucky for me the Master knows a lot of dead languages.... and
then quicker than even *we* can see it happen, we're upstairs in my bedroom. On
the bed, both still in one piece, so that went well.
And the look on his face was pretty much worth the effort.
I'd bet Drusilla doesn't have the mental capacity to try a transportation
spell.
"Nice,"
I say. "Takes a lot of talent. But I'm still not impressed, Luv," I
say quickly. I mean, transportation is a new one on me. But she's also probably
never turned catapillars to dracoid demons.
"But nice try," I add. "Why don't you try
*this* on for size?" I say before chanting a few words in Latin. The spell
breaks and I grab her viciously and pin her beneath me.
I sigh. "Okay, so I should've seen *that* one coming,
considering Drusilla's been playing with magic for well over a century," I
have to admit. I arch up against him with a grin. "So, now what?"
He frowns at me. What, I should be afraid of him? I don't
think so. I'm more than capable of getting myself out of this situation... if I
decide I want to.
No one has *ever* bested me. And no one's going to start.
I've killed two slayers and a ton of blokes and one thing's for sure: no
fledgling witch is gonna get *me* to crumble. I may look stupid, but I'm far
from it. How does she think I've managed to *not* get staked by Darla for one
hundred and twenty years? Because every time she was close, I'd fuck her brains
out and have her coming for days. *That's* why.
I thrust into her violently as I assault her mouth with my
tongue and bite her with my fangs.
He
bit me! Normally, I wouldn't tolerate that... but I really can't bring myself
to stop this. I was right, earlier. Sex with Spike is much more fun now that he
can move. And he can definitely *move*. He's thrusting into me, hard, just the
way I like it.
I
manage to get my hands out of his grip when he's not expecting it. But instead
of pushing him away, like he probably expects, I wrap my arms around his waist
and up under his T-shirt. He's wearing way too many clothes, but we'll remedy
that later.
He's figured out I'm not going to stop him and he speeds
up his movements. I moan and arch up against him, digging my nails into his
back. He growls when I draw blood and I just laugh at him. We *are* both
demons, as he said, earlier. I know he likes it rough, just like I do. I wrap
my legs around his hips, meeting his thrusts. I can't help whimpering when his
pubic bone hits my clit at the change in angle. But I do plan on lasting a
little longer, this time around.
That's
it, Bitch. I *love* it when them whimper. Dru always whimpers a lot, partially
'cause she knows I like it and partially 'cause she's too much a child to
really understand her body. At least I think that's it.
But
right now, it doesn't matter.
She's fuckin' gorgeous too. I nip at her neck gently before
running my tongue up to her earlobe. My mouth completely contradicts my lower
bodies harsh pounding into her quivering cunt. "See, Luv?" I whisper.
"Ain't this better?"
"Better
... than what?" I groan as he nibbles at my throat. I swear, part of me
wants him to bite me, but I know that would be wrong.
Wrong. That's funny. I'm betraying my sire already, by
fucking another member of the clan without his permission or knowledge. And I
think bloodplay would be wrong? I guess Xander's right when he says I need to
work harder on thinking things through *before* acting.
I lick my way down to her breasts and lave one nipple with my
tongue gently. "Better than a one-way," I say before savagely tearing
into her soft pillowy flesh.
"SHIT!"
I scream, raking my nails down his back, drawing his blood again, as I orgasm
for the second time tonight.
Better than a one-way? The answer to that would be an
emphatic yes. But I'm thinking I'll keep that to myself. He's quite cocky
enough as it is (no pun intended.)
"So soon, Luv?" I murmur as I lap at the wound
until it's closed. "I was rather hoping to have a few more go's at
it." Then I glance up at her as my throbbing and painfully aching cock
starts to bother me. I just wanna shoot inside her, maybe drench her hair and
cover her face later... "That's assuming of course, I get *one* go at
it," I say as I glance downward where I'm still gently thrusting inside
her.
"I'm only *five* remember?" I throw his earlier
words back at him with a grin. "How could I possibly have the stamina you
do?" I move my hands down to squeeze his ass, pulling him deeper.
"But I'm not stopping you from coming... not anymore anyway." I
squeeze his cock with my muscles when he thrusts inside me again.
"I
could wait all night if I had to," I tell her before thrusting inside her
harder than before. "But why waste a good thing? Right?"
I reach
down between us and start twisting her clit as I approach my climax.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight. Squeeze me, just like that. Fuck," I
growl as I feel myself start to go, I do an absolutely crazy thing.
I pull my cock out and watch as my cum sprays all over her
breasts and stomach, while she pants with unfulfilled want.
I
could do one of two things. I could say something to express my irritation.
Or...
...I could use the sheet to wipe myself off and then take
control of the situation again. The latter is what I decide to do. But first, I
want his clothes off. So I pretend to just let his latest asshole-behavior
pass.
"Well, thanks, Luv," I say as I stand up.
"That was great. I guess he wasn't lying about you," I say as I zip
my jeans up.
I imagine he means the Master and I'm getting so sick of
this. Wait, not getting. AM. I didn't need a good fuck *this* badly. "You
know, I could just transport your obnoxious ass right into his bedroom," I
say with a sweet smile.
"For what?" I ask. Damn, Bitch. I was *giving* her
a compliment! "What the fuck did *I* do? I'm just sayin'..."
"Just
*saying???*" I ... well, screech, actually. "That's the whole fucking
*problem*, Spike. You're just full of witty comments and I'm pretty sure I've
made it clear none of them were amusing. But that doesn't stop you. No. You
just keep going.
"Well I'm not in the mood for this. I just wanted a
good fuck, but I don't need it if you're going to treat me like a second-class
vampire. I'm a member of the clan Aurelius, just like you, and I won't let you
treat me like a random whore. You want one of those? Go out there," I
point outside, "I'm sure you can find one."
"WHAT THE BLEEDIN' HELL DO YOU WANT?!" I scream.
"Had he said you were this much of a BITCH, I woulda never COME to
Sunnydale! Why the fuck would a vampire ever COME here?! Let alone LIVE here?!
Forget this! I think I might *rather* be in the Master's bed, instead of here. I
don't know how the whelp puts up with you!" I yell as I grab my duster and
start for the door.
"You
don't know how he puts up with me because you never bothered to find out who I
am," I reply calmly as I settle back on the bed. "You're too stuck on
your 'I am a Master Vampire' kick to bother to treat me like ... oh, let's see.
An equal? No, I suppose that would be too unthinkable for you.
"See, I know I can be a bitch, but I'm only a bitch
to those who don't respect me. If you'd
bothered to try doing that, I imagine you'd understand why Xander chose me as
his mate, and why the Master won't *let* me go off with the others."
"Bring
me two dead slayers and *then* we'll be equals." Her body is relatively
calm, but her eyes are burning me. "You try being created by Angelus and
tell me how easy it is to accept equality." I walk over to the bed and
look down at her.
"He
was a fucking legend and now he's a joke. I was his favored childe and it's up
to *me* to carry that legend. I'm not bloody stupid. I hear what they say about
me in the Master's circles. So I have to work three times as hard to be part of
this clan. I've learned that in order to do that I have to be what he was.
Unequal." I sit on the edge of the bed. "Superior." I conclude.
I take a deep unneeded breath and realize I've said WAY too
much to someone WAY too close to the Master. "I swear, this is the
abso*lute* last time I do *anyone* a favor."
"I
don't listen to all that stupid talk about who is or isn't worthy of the name
Aurelius," I say with a shrug. "Mostly because Xander never does
either, I guess. It's obvious to both of us, though that the Master likes the
vampires he can control. If he can't control you, he tries to destroy you.
"You
think he doesn't enjoy having what's left of Angelus locked up in that
basement, when he could easily restore him to what he once was? Well, take my
word for it. He loves it. I know, because I offered to research how to break
the curse and he threw a fit. He doesn't want Angelus back because then he'd lose
control of Darla again."
I can
tell he doesn't like that topic of conversation, so I move on. "Anyway,
what I'm trying to say, is that I don't look down on you. If I came across like
a bitch to you, well, it's *my* defense. I get challenged a dozen or more times
a day by other vampires. I have to be on my guard, especially when Xander's
gone."
Did she
say... we could have him back? *I* could have my sire back? We could get rid of
his soul? That the Master is keeping him in chains so he can keep Darla?
I wonder
if Darla knows that.
But...
we could get him back?
That
fact alone might be worth killing the old bat for. Angelus and Darla could take
over the clan. With the witch, the whelp, Dru and I at their sides, they'd be
able to run it with no problem. The fantastic six... I can hear the legends
now.
But...
that's for another time. Not here. Another life, I suppose.
I've
long since given up the delusions that I could ever have my sire back.