Kiara came to caught between a rock and a hard place.
The rock was the marble of what she knew to be the slab in Spike's tomb. The hard place was Spike himself.
She was naked beneath his heavy weight. Spike himself wore nothing but a diabolical smile.
"Welcome back pet. Ready for round two?" He purred. And without waiting for an answer he punched his cock home.
Kiara screamed out in a confused mix of pain/pleasure. Spike was big. And her pussy was already aching sweetly from his first assault on her captive body.
Spike laughed with savage satisfaction.
"Like that, do you?"
"Fucking bastard!" She hissed, trying to bite him again. "I hate you!"
"Yeah, but you're loving this!" He shot back and kept her from biting by grinding her mouth under his.
Without warning he rolled them off the slab, taking the brunt of the fall on his own back.
Kiara's breath whooshed out. His chest was harder then the slab she'd just been laying on. By the time her body remembered that unlike his, it needed air, he was fucking her again.
And even with Kiara on top he Dominated her totally.
He held her two wrists together in one hand against the floor back behind his head. His free hand yanked one knee and then the other up so that she was almost riding his chest.
She was smashed against him from hips to head, her face pressed into his shoulder, her legs tucked tight up against the cool flesh of his waist and thighs.
It was a position where she couldn't move away from him by so much as an inch.
All she could do was whimper and shudder when he bent his knees and braced his feet so that he could pump up hard into the pussy impaled so deeply on his cock.
He snapped his hips with so much force each time that Kiara's body glided up and nearly off his shaft with each fierce thrust. Then gravity and her own body's weight led her back down until they were belly to belly again.
She had the distant, dizzy wish that he'd stop hammering up into her and just stay flat and still for a minute or two so that she could rub and grind her clit against him until she could cum. And then she was exploding, screaming her throat raw, her pussy walls convulsing and caressing the hard flesh buried so deeply in her wet, hot cunt.
She heard Spike snarling out his own throaty bellow of satisfaction, and felt his chill seed jetting endlessly inside of her still pulsing depths.
She collapsed on top of him, her body boneless, still twitching and shuddering and shivering minutely.
Oh gods, she whimpered silently. That was, that was...as close to Heaven as I will ever get. At least here on earth.
She felt a little guilty invoking the name of Heaven when thinking about something so sinfully carnal. But the bare bones truth was that nothing had ever been as good as what she had just finished experiencing.
Kiara melted bonelessly on the hard body beneath hers.
"So, you and Buffy gonna compare notes now?" He drawled lazily.
Suddenly she felt as if her body had been doused with ice water.
Kiara gasped and lifted her head to meet his calculated gaze.
"W-what?"
"The plan." He prompted tauntingly. "You know, the one where old Spike gets thrown a nice juicy bone to get him out of the Slayer's hair?"
"Wha-how...?"
"Buffy wasn't paying much attention that night." He smirked nastily. "Kicked her bloody ass good I did, four times! And tell the chit I staked five Vampires who were trying to sneak up on her as she headed for your place!"
Kiara thought about mentioning that the only reason Buffy had been so off her game was because she HAD just gone four seperate rounds with the Master Vampire.
She was blond, but luckily far from stupid. She was still sprawled on top of him. And her pussy really needed at least a short rest. So she stayed quiet as he continued his explanation.
"Once you two little manipulators got into the beer I could have snuck up and sat at your feet! I was ten feet away, you bloody twits! I can hear a leaf fall from a hundred feet pet. So believe me, I got the whole story."
