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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"Right then," I say as we start walking.
"So," I grab the girl's hair and lift her head. "Do you know
her?" I ask.
I
frown. Of the six humans Spike could have run after in that library, why did it
have to be *her*? Ugh. There goes my good mood. Yet another reminder of who I
used to be: Willow-the-nerd.
I turn and start walking again. "She's nobody
important. Just a student."
"Well how the fuck does she know who I am? How the hell
does she know how I usually am?" I ask, as if it's *her* fault. And I've also
realized the change in mood. "What's yer problem?" I ask as I catch
up to her.
"I
don't have a problem," I reply. I don't look at him though because I'm
pretty sure he'll know I'm lying. I just don't want to talk about it.
Nerd-Willow's dead and has been for five years. But that doesn't mean I like
being confronted by one of the people who enjoyed making my life as a human
miserable for six years.
Cordelia
Chase. Why was *she* hanging out with the White Hats? The girl didn't even like
to exert herself in P.E. Why would she be involved in something that would
cause her to be in extreme danger?
I don't care. It doesn't matter. *She* doesn't matter.
I follow
her down an alley and decide that I don't much like her foul mood.
"Hey," I say and she stops and turns around. "What's got yer
knickers in a twist?" I ask before dropping the girl where I stand.
Her body lands with a thump on the pavement and I tackle
Willow to the ground and pin her underneath me. "'Cause I'd love to
untwist th- oh," I slide my hand up her thigh and find her bare, wet cunt.
"I guess I don't *have* to untwist anything. Do I?"
I moan and pull his head down for a kiss. Maybe I can
distract him from Cordelia. Because I'd rather forget her again. "Fuck,
Spike," I gasp when he scratches a fingernail over my clit.
"You
*could* be fucking Spike," I growl before thrusting four fingers inside
her. I start moving them quickly in and out of her while I kiss her deeply. She
really is a horny bitch, just like he said.
I bring her to the brink and then withdraw my fingers from
her completely. "So what did she do to you, Luv?" I ask.
She's
nothing.
"She didn't do anything to me." And yes that was
a huge lie and no he didn't buy it. "She's just the queen bitch of
Sunnydale High and I don't like her, okay?" I add with a sigh. I get to my
feet and start walking. The house is just across the street. And then we can
torture and kill Cordy and all will be right with the world.
Right.
Fine. Whatever. She doesn't wanna talk about it and I'm not gonna push. Not
like I'm a pushy kinda fella anyway.
I grab
the girl by the back of the neck and throw her back over my shoulders. I hurry
across the street and follow Willow inside and throw the girl down on the
couch, not like she's goin' anywhere anytime soon. An-
Okay. I really *am* a pushy fella. I can't take it. I *have*
to know. I walk into the bedroom where she's sitting on the bed. "Okay. If
she didn't do anything to ya, why the hell the attitude?"
"What
attitude?!" Oh, that one. Damn it.
He's just waiting for me to spill all of it. The problem
is I'm not sure I want to. It's not that I don't trust Spike. If Xan does, then
I know I can too. I just don't like talking about those things with anyone.
"I told you. I knew her in high school and she was a bitch."
"Oh, whad she do? Stick toilet paper to the bottom of
your shoe? Laugh at you in gym? Steal your pocket protector?" I half-mock.
"Come on, Luv. I need to know what I'm punishing her for."
Yes.
Yes. No, I wasn't *that* big of a nerd, to have a pocket-protector.
"For
being a bitch?" I try again.
He
just gives me a look. I sigh.
"She's the most popular girl in Sunnydale High. She decides who matters
and who doesn't. And being smart doesn't make someone important. Being
good-looking is the one and only criteria for that."
"Then you musta been the most popular of them all!"
I say as I touch her face lightly
I roll my eyes at him. "No flattery necessary, Spike.
I'm more than ready to fuck, whenever you want."
"I'm bloody serious. You know you're gorgeous, don't
you?"
Me?
Hardly. Xan says stuff like that of course, but that's to be expected. He's my
mate. He's supposed to try to make me feel good about myself.
But
everyone else? Well, the past five years I was a vampire, I've been called
sexy, but that's just the attitude combined with the clothes. I've also been
called scary, but I don't think that was in reference to my looks. At least I
hope not.
When
I was human I was called frumpy, fashion-challenged and yes, even ugly. The list
goes on, but I'd rather not remember all of it.
He's still waiting for me to agree with him, I can see it
on his face. "Whatever, Spike. I didn't exactly look like this, back in
high school," I shrug. "But Cordelia and the rest of them are all
afraid of me now. So whatever they called me in the past, it's not a big deal
anymore."
"Stop it," I say as I push her back on the bed and
crawl over her. "I'm no stranger to name calling, Luv. But you... you're
beyond gorgeous. Awe-inspiring really. Words just won't do you justice, Xander
was right when he told me. I didn't believe him, but I do now. You're a bloody
goddess."
Sweet
Spike is definitely preferable to smart-ass Spike, I think. But it still
doesn't mean I believe him. I mean, I believe he's attracted to me, yeah, but
the rest of what he said? Six years of being a nothing are a little more
persuasive than a few compliments.
"And I should believe that just because you said
it?" Okay, that was a little bitter. And I didn't mean to take out my irritation
on him. "Look," I run a hand through his hair. "Not that I don't
appreciate the compliment. But you don't know what it's like to be the target
of a group of people for six years, just because you choose to be smart rather
than fashion-conscious." I sigh. "Can we please just go kill her so
we can get on to the fucking?"
"Oh
we'll get to the fucking, Pet. Make no mistake about that," I say before I
start sucking on her neck. "And you're right. You shouldn't believe it
because I say it, you should believe it because it's true," I say before
kissing her.
"And you're wrong. I *do* know what it's like."
"I'm
sorry, but I'm having a hard time believing that," I say. "Having
heard all the stories about Angelus, I doubt he'd choose potential childer if
he didn't think they were worth his time."
"Me on the other hand... well, Xan was in love with
me before he was a vampire. He just turned me to keep me with him. Not that I
mind. I like being a vampire because those same people who used to mock me are
now afraid of me."
"Well,
believe it or not, Luv," I say as my hand starts up to her cunt.
"Angelus didn't pick me. Dru did. She wanted me. He made me. I was a
horrible star struck love sick poet who spent his days day dreaming about the
prettiest girl who subsequently broke his heart. I was weak," I confess.
"But I'm not anymore. I'm strong. And powerful. And
about to fuck one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on."
I
really wish he'd stop saying things like that. Because I have the urge to look
around for whoever he's talking about. But maybe if I just ignore it when he
says it, he'll give up? Somehow I doubt it but I don't know what else to do.
"You were a poet? What the hell's wrong with that?
The girl must've been a complete idiot," I say matter-of-factly. Well, as
matter-of-factly as I can when he's found my clit with his fingers and is
pinching it, making me gasp for breath.
"I was an awkward, ugly, pathetic joke," I say as I
start to toy with her clit. "She was right. I *was* beneath her."
Then, I attack her mouth brutally for a searing kiss. "But now, *she's*
beneath *me*. Dead and rotting."
"Oh gods," I whimper as I feel myself
approaching orgasm. "Please..."
"OH
MY GOD!" I hear a scream from behind me.
"Fuck." I jump up, leaving her frustrated on the
bed and I run for the girl and catch her just as she gets to the door.
"DAMN IT!" I follow them and look at Cordelia
angrily. "I thought I didn't like you before but NOW...You're so going to
pay for interrupting a perfectly enjoyable fuck," I growl.
I grab
her by the back of the neck and throw her onto the couch. "Tell me what
you know, Bitch," I command.
"Fuck
you!" She spouts.
"All
you have to do is ask," I say as I walk towards her. I love that intense
fear I can smell.
"As
if," she retorts.
I lean in close to her and lick her neck. "Just tell me
what you know," I say before licking her again. "Tell *me* or face
*her*." I point to Willow. "And *I* don't think she likes you very
much."
Cordelia
looks over at me. "Oh my god. And I thought you were in need of serious
fashion advice when you were *alive*! But now... Do you really think that a
satin dress should be worn with thigh-high leather boots? Or that thigh-high
leather boots should be worn at ALL?"
I
just sigh and give Spike a 'Now you see what I mean?' look.
"Wait
a minute," Cordelia says. "Where the hell am I? I was at the Hyperion
trying the... oh shit." She pales. "This was not supposed to happen.
Oh, shit. Now I know why Wesley said... Wait, where's Buffy?"
"Buffy?"
I ask. "Who the hell's Buffy?"
"Buffy!
The vampire slayer!" She yells. "Is she still dead? If so, where's
the new one? I tried to ask Giles all this, but then you two came barging into
the library and started with the evil vampire fun. So where's the slayer?"
"Slayer?" I laugh. "There's no slayer here,
Cordelia. You know that. This is *our* town." I turn to Spike. "Just
how hard did you hit her when you knocked her out? Because she's really not
making a lot of sense."
"Didn't hit her *too* hard," I say.
"Well,
I'm not sure we're going to get anything out of her," I shrug.
"Although I'm happy to try." I smile. "It'll be fun."
I
walk over closer to stand in front of her, as Spike moves to sit next to her. I
guess in case she runs, or maybe to get a good seat for watching me. Whatever.
I like audiences when I'm playing. "You could've just been a good little
human and let Spike drain you," I say to her with a sigh. "But no.
You had to disrupt our evening by pretending you know something about him.
"And
how could you possibly know anything about him?" I wonder. "Tonight's
the first time, in at least five years, he's *been* in Sunnydale. So there's no
way you could know... unless you've read something in that librarian's books
about him?" I shrug.
"That's
gotta be it," I decide. "You read something about Spike in those
books and you're just pretending to know something else, something 'important'
about him in order to keep yourself alive. Am I right?"
She just looks at me, with that 'I'm better than you'
expression I'm so familiar with. And it really, severely pisses me off. Big
surprise. "I'm right, Spike. She's just trying to save her ass by making
herself seem too important to kill. And she's ruining my good mood," I
pout. I move to straddle him. I grind myself against his jeans-covered cock.
"Can I kill her so we can get back to the original plan for the rest of
the night?" I ask.
OH god. I place my hands on her knees and slide them up under
her dress. "Now there's a thought," I say as I pet the lips of her
cunt. "And what were those plans, exactly?"
"EEWWW!"
Cordelia screams, and that's just the last straw.
I
reach over and snap her neck, quickly, then shove her off the couch. Then I
turn back to Spike, who's still teasing me with his fingers. I am *so* fucking
wet already, and I really want him inside me.
"Ya
know, Luv, I was *going* to eat her," I say.
I
laugh and slip my hands up under his T-shirt, pinching and twisting his
nipples. "Why eat her, when you can eat me?" I say with a grin.
"If you eat me, I'll let you fuck me afterward."
I can see the shock in his eyes and I'm a little surprised
too, but I really do want him to fuck me, show me what he's learned in the past
hundred years. "Don't you want to find out if you *can* make me scream
your name?" I wink.
I grab her waist and pull her down into me hard. She gasps as
I thrust my hips up against her, slamming my hard covered cock against her
begging quim. "Oh, you'll scream," I whisper as I lick down her neck.
"You'll scream bloody murder!"
I whimper as the rough denim rubs against my clit.
"Prove it," I moan.
If I can
get *Darla* to scream my name, then I get anyone to. I mean, that night was the
best night of my life! The night I heard *my* name instead of Angelus'...
"I can do that," I say as I put my hands under her
thighs and lift her up. Her legs spread open unnaturally wide and I jam my knee
up into her, against her clit, feeling her moisture soaking into my jeans.
"SHIT!" I scream, the combination of pain and
pleasure nearly making me come right there. I maintain control, even though I
can't help rubbing myself against his knee. OH fuck! I grab his shoulders to
help hold myself up, relieving some of the pressure on my clit.
"Now now, Luv," I tsk her before slamming her back
down onto my knee, while thrusting it upwards, harder than before.
Oh, fuck, is my brief thought before my orgasm hits me,
hard. And I think that wordless scream came from me, but I don't know. I'm
shaking and panting as I try to keep from losing consciousness from one of the
most powerful orgasms I've ever had.
I waste
no time, while she's knocked out, in carrying her into the bedroom and getting
naked. I rip her dress off but leave the boots. I like them. They're sexy. I
kiss her and she's still out. But she'll be up soon enough and my cock is
*begging* to be inside her cunt.
So I put it there. Well, *drive* it there, right through her
into her core. And I just start pounding because it feels too fuckin' good.
The
first thing I realize is that he didn't wait for me to come to before he
started fucking me. I whimper but not because of the pain. Well, a little bit
because of the pain. I'm sore, from whatever the hell *that* was he did to me
earlier. And now he's .... ohfuckitfeelssogoood...
No. I
distinctly remember telling him he could fuck me *after*, not before. And I
can't be too much of a pushover now, can I? So before I even open my eyes, I
shove his chest, hard.
I do open my eyes, to see him go flying across the room.
And I try not to think about how much I want him back inside me.
"Ya know, Luv," I say as I stand up and start
pumping myself. "You're really great and spoiling the mood. I had a great
rhythm there."
"You don't get to fuck me, something only the Master
and Xan have done, until after you eat me," I remind him. I move a hand
down to my sex and slip two fingers inside me, spreading my legs apart so he
can watch. I flick my clit with my thumb and whimper, arching against my hand.
"Otherwise, I'll just get myself off," I moan.
I growl and pounce on her. "Allow me," I say as I
replace her fingers with my own. I go swimming for that one- little- spot.
That'll make her go wild. I think... she's so juicy inside, so tight. Ah ha.
Whimper. That's it. I've kept this nail a little longer, just for this purpose.
Dru loves when I 'go swimming'. I push my nail into that little pleasure spot
and look up to see her reaction.
"OHFUCK!"
I yell at the sudden intense pleasure. It's too much and I try to pull away,
but he holds me in place with his other hand on my stomach. He pushes his
fingernail deeper into that spot and I can only get out a squeak, as I fight
for breath I don't need.
I can feel myself hovering on the edge of another orgasm.
I whimper and try one last time to get free of his torment. I can't, though,
and a part of me is glad about that.
She's right there... ready to just fall. We'll see about
that. I rub her just a little more before yanking my hand away from her
violently, not allowing her to come.
I bite back a moan, but choose not to play his game. I
want to come but I'm not going to beg him. I'm quite capable of taking care of
it myself. I move my fingers to my clit.
I grab her fingers and pin her hands above her head. "No
touching," I say as I start to thrust a little between her legs, rubbing
against her clit.
I
hiss with pleasure and arch up against him. Damn it, he's stubborn. But I've
still got a few ideas to get him to do what I want.
What
the hell, I'm just going to make it really hard for him to resist my request. I
meet his eyes and say, "Did Xander mention that when he eats me out, he
can get me to do *anything* he wants, afterward?"
I see Spike's eyes go dark with lust and I know he's
contemplating all the options. I'm not worried. I'm very sure that I'll enjoy
whatever he comes up with. I have so far, haven't I?
"And did *I* mention," I say as I lick the corners
of her mouth, "That when I eat pussy, I like it juicy?" I give her a
second to think before slamming my fingers back inside her and gouging at the
spot with my nail.
"SHIIIIIIIIIT!" I scream as I climax, harder
than I have yet tonight. I almost scream his name but somehow I keep that from
escaping my mouth. My whole body shakes and I thrash around on the bed, as the
orgasm just seems to go on and on. I feel myself start to black out and I bite
my lip, hard enough to draw blood, to keep that from happening.
Oh yeah.
Now that's what *I'm* talkin' about. I waste no time in diving into her as her
juices surge forward, flooding my mouth and overflowing down my chin on onto
the bed. I start lapping and sucking and slurping on her quim as she struggles
to *not* lose consciousness.
I
continue my onslaught of sucks on her clit as I slip my fingers inside again.
Oh the noises! I love hearing my fingers slop around in a juicy delicious cunt.
Of course, she's whimpering again and I pull my fingers out and watch her
aching pussy clench and contract on itself, begging to be filled. But we don't
always get what we want in this world. Do we?
I can't
take it anymore. I really need to come. It's beyond my control at this point. I
sit on my legs as I straddle her thighs and run my juicy fingers up and down my
cock, faster and faster... watching her pussy aching and her whimpering for
more.
I scream
as I squirt my come all over her tasty liquid center.