Spike was in his favorite place to be, nestled firmly between Kiara's parted thighs. Still rock hard, and tauntingly rubbing the head of his dick against her clit. He had just exploded down her throat, filling her with what had felt like gallons of cum. And he was still hard. He was, after all, a Master Vampire, over a 100 years worth of undead. He had perfect control over the body he'd had so many years to learn about.
When Kiara had finally relented and engulfed his raging cock he had sworn that he would enjoy the blow job, extend it until she was begging for his cum, then erupt into that decadently talented mouth-and stay hard after to give her the best fuck of her life. He'd loved Kiara's payback. She'd tortured and teased and bloodied him. That and sucked him off twice. But now he wanted that tight, taut, wet little cunny . He was gonna fuck his witch bitch raw and make her scream and beg and plead. And she would cum over and over and over, convulsing and clenching those delicious little muscles around his cock as he slam fucked her through all those orgasms.
Spike smirked down at Kiara. "Loved it pet. You have a talent for being vicious that I never expected. I love your mouth." He leered. "Especially when you use those tender little human teeth. But now it's time for a good old fashioned fuck. You know what I'm talking about. You spread those pretty thighs wide open and I take my cock…"
"Oh God." Kiara moaned, writhing beneath him. "Stop talking and do it to me!"
"Pleasure." He purred, and rammed his cock into her balls deep so hard she slid inches up the bed and her eyes rolled back as she screamed out incoherently.
Kiara's hands scrambled franticly on Spike's back, searching for an anchor.
He pulled out, then thrust back in again equally as hard as his first pump, gliding his hands up her thighs he pushed them wider and settled himself firmly into place, grinding his hips against hers, making sure his pubic bone rubbed harshly against Kiara's swollen clit. And then he commenced with the fucking her raw.
Kiara pumped her own hips back at him with wild pleasure. Keening deep in her throat she dug her heels into the mattress to give purchase to the frantic body that wanted to fuck back hard to satisfy her desperate hunger.
"More Spike! Oh God give me more. Fuck me harder, deeper…please, I need more!" Kiara half screamed, biting hard into his shoulder.
A man might not have been able to give Kiara what she was begging for. A "mere" human might have found that plea to be an impossible task. But Kiara's lover was no mere human. He was a Master Vampire. He laughed deep in his throat, shifted into game face and lifted her body up in the air, draping her long legs over his shoulders.
Grabbing her ass with cruel hands, he pulled her open, and getting up on his knees, fucked into her harder then he'd ever allowed himself. He fucked her the savage, violent way he had always wanted to fuck her. He took her the way a Master Vampire fucks his chosen mate. Harder, faster, deeper then any human male could ever have dreamed of.
Kiara's jerking, drippig body thrashed, half way between wanting even more, and wanting to get away from the mind bending sensations. Then it all became somewhat of a mute point as the slamming hips and deep delving cock of her inhuman lover sent her into a shattering orgasm that nearly flayed her mindless.
And she was coming, her strong, agile young pussy muscles pulsing and gripping Spike's dick in waves that were so hard and furious that the Vampire's cock throbbed with a pleasure that was nearly equal parts pain.
Spike had never in all his life…or unlife, for that matter…felt such sexual ecstasy, and he flung his head back in release and howled like the hell spawned demon creature he was.
They rode the lighting bolt thrill of their orgasms together for endless minutes, then collapsed together in a boneless mix of sprawled, spread, tangled and twisted limbs.
"Oh fuck…" Spike moaned. "I need a cigarette so bad!"
"S-so have one. And gimme one too!" Kiara pante sucking air in hard, wondering if her heart would burst before her breathing settled.
"I can't." He groaned. "I can't bloody well lift my arms!"
Kiara was too exhausted to even laugh but she was able to flop one arm off the edge of the bed and slowly drag Spike's duster up onto the bed.
"There…" She gasped. "Best I can do. You get the damn cigarettes out."
"Want one?"
"Yeah. But I don't think I have the strength to hold one."
Spike laughed weakly, and crawled up beside her.
"Here pet, I'll share."
He held the lit cigarette to her mouth.
"Thanks." Kiara breathed out lazily.
"You hungry luv?"
Kiara turned to tell Spike that all she wanted to do was sleep for a year or two, then realized that she was actually starving.
"Oh gods, I'm ravenous!" She admitted. "What about you?"
Spike smirked nasty and gently tapped her tender, but forgotten thigh.
"I already ate."
"Animal." Kiara groused.
"Demon, actually…and don't even try and to say you're not loving it."
"Just don't tell anyone." Kiara mock sniped.
"Nope. It's just between you and I what we do in bed. What?" He demanded when Kiara suddenly exploded into laughter.
"I'm sorry baby." She sputtered, still giggling helplessly. "It's just that we so rarely ever seem to actually make it to a bed!"
"Yeah, let's see, we've done it in an alley, in, on and over half the cemetery…I think we've covered almost every bloody inch of my crypt…"
"Shut up Spike!"
"Let's do it in my car next, huh? That whole back seat car sex has always sounded so kinky."
"Right…you trying to tell me you've never done it in a car yet, all the years you've been around?"
"Well not the sex part, dinner now…"
"Ewwww, you evil creep, don't even go there. I know you have the whole bloody psycho murderer past life thingy, but keep it out of my face. And just so you know, sorry, but if I find out you're killing anyone I'm gonna break up with you and then I'll tell Buffy on you. I'm sorry but I have to."
"And then will you help Buffy stake me?" Spike asked.
Kiara looked up at him with her heartbreaker emerald eyes.
"Spike, you know I will. I'm human. I have to be on their side. I know I don't compare to Buffy in regards to being a champion and defender, but I was doing it before I ever even met her. I wasn't too bad at it either, I guess. I'm still alive. I know I just hit newbie baby vamps, but…I might be human, but with my history, I'm not typical or normal. God forbid, Buffy goes down some night, Giles already knows that I'll help the new slayer as much as I tried to help out Buffy."
Kiara gazed up at Spike with her unusual eyes. "Please don't ever make me have to help Buffy kill you. You want mayhem and bloody murder, you can help us kill the bad things. You need fresh blood, you can have it from me. Don't make me kill you."
A part of Spike, the demon part, wanted to rip her throat out for even daring to suggest she could best him. On her own, it would never happen, but helping Buffy to get it done…maybe. But even the demon's code of protect the host body regardless of what and who, did not like the idea of a world that was not graced by Kiara.
And it was at that point that Spike realized that even his Demon wanted Kiara, albeit maybe in a much more bloody and brutal way.
Spike snarled at her. "I'm a Vampire, you forget? "
