Chapter Text
Sequel to Spike's Girl.
The scoobies slowly came back into the library, still stunned by what they just witnessed. Giles stayed wondering the corridors, searching for where Spike had taken his slayer. Oz put his arm around Willow's shoulders in a way he thought might be comforting, as he could never seem to make his face express how he felt, leaving it more or less blank. Xander just walked in like a zombie, his mind focused on anything but walking and therefore caused him to walk straight into the table and pulling him out of his thoughts to be able to finally say something, anything.
"What the Zeus?" he breathed as he slumped into the nearest chair.
"I think Spike has still got Buffy in thrall," Oz offered and sat opposite him, pulling Willow onto his lap and into his arms as if trying to hold her together.
"Well, it's either that or she really just has the hots for him," everyone just stared at Cordelia like she just grew a second head, "what don't pretend you haven't noticed? He's one hunk of a guy, I'd be all over him if he wasn't trying to kill us."
"It's not just a thrall," Angel finally piped up, the occupants of the room turned to find him still in his little corner, indicating that he hadn't moved from his spot since Buffy first arrived earlier that day.
"What do you mean?" Willow turned to look at the brooding man.
Angel sighed, "Spike's claimed her, it's like a thrall but more powerful and... it's permanent." He bowed his head to study the tips of his shoes, not wanting to see the fearful expressions on the children before him.
"A claim? What can he do to her with a claim?" Cordelia asked, pretending to actually care about the situation, only trying not to seem too happy that Angel might finally be available.
"He's not going to hurt her is he?" Willow asked anxiously, afraid for her best girl friend.
"Doesn't look like it," Angel grimaced, "Spike might have other plans. And I'm really, really hoping that it isn't what I'm thinking."
At that moments, Giles burst into the room out of breath as he stumbled over to the entrance of his office and picked up a bottle of water, everyone stared at the exhausted librarian as Willow rushed over and fused over him.
"Spike" gasp "killed Principal Snyder" deep breath "took Buffy," Giles managed to get out. Willow sat him down into a chair and tried to calm him down as best she could.
"Well, good riddance to Snyder," again everyone turned to look at Cordelia strangely, "what? I mean yeah, tragedy but admit it, he was a bitter, horrible man." She was shortly answered by nods and murmured "true"s from everyone in the room.
They were all startled by a loud crash and screams emanating from the corridor, Xander skidded over to the door and looked out only to step back as he dodged a flying textbook to the head. Through the window they could see students shouting, screaming and running from a certain part of the school.
"Everyone's panicking," Xander announced and walked back to the table where everyone sat.
"One of my texts are missing," Giles said from where he was looking through his scrolls, noticing a very important and possibly dangerous scroll missing. Angel peered into the caged area, where he kept the non-academic texts, to help Giles search for it. "Someone has taken one of my scrolls."
"Which one, Giles?" Willow went over to see the texts she hardly ever got to see as Giles was over-protective of his books.
"Oh dear Lord. It's the 'Gem of Amara' scroll!" he exclaimed, fear over taking the mostly calm seeming man.
Xander - as always - had no idea what they were talking about. "The what-of-a-what scroll?"
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Spike scanned over the open scroll, reading the ancient text as clear as if it were English. A broad wicked smile graced his lips as he looked over the writing.
"Oh, this is good," he peered up to look at his newly-claimed slayer approvingly, "this is very good." Buffy smiled proudly back at him as he sauntered towards her, Spike grabbed her wrist and roughly pulled her into his cool, hard chest. Wrapping his arms around her waist to keep her pressed into him, allowing her to feel his hard length, Buffy seemed to love the feeling of being trapped inside the steel bars of Spike's arms around her and having pleased him immensely.
"I did good?" she breathed as she looked into his darkening eyes.
"You did, pet. You did very well. That means you get a very special treat." Spike leered at her and pulled them both towards the basement, carrying the scroll with them.
Buffy giggled with delight as he hauled her onto the bed, she sat up on her elbows and watched him place the scroll on the makeshift couch and searched through a shopping bag that he recently dumped in the corner, preferably after he took her home last night.
Spike turned his head to grin evilly at the readily-waiting girl over his shoulder as he shifted through the plastic bag. "Take your clothes off, Kitten." He waited til she started pulling her black tank-top over her head to continue, "Want you all nice an' ready for me."
When her skirt went, he turned his attention back to the bag to restrain himself from throwing his body on top of hers and pound her into oblivion for hours on end. A painful throbbing came from his cock as it strained against the steel zip of his denim jeans, he reached a hand down to stroke it soothingly only to elicit a groan from the back of his throat. Suddenly, he felt the object of his desire and pulled it out, being careful so as to not let Buffy see it til she was naked and waiting for him.
Swiftly, her clothes went flying across the side of the bed, creating an untidy pile in the far corner of the room and her boots soon followed. Once undressed, she laid herself down and prompt up on her elbows again, an aching wetness emanating from between her legs just waiting to be filled by a Big Bad demon just across the room.
As soon as Spike heard her boots clatter to the floor, he toed his own off and slipped his duster and red over-shirt down his shoulders to the basement floor. Tugging at the hem of his black tee up over his head and onto the growing pile beneath his feet, leaving him clad only in his jeans. Slowly and seductively, he turned on his heel and strode over to the bed where a very naked slayer laid waiting for him. A red flush coming over her cheeks, her pulse quickening and her breaths getting heavier as he approached.
He knelt on the bed and crawled up next to her with such deadly grace that just made her hotter and wetter for him. Laying on his side next to Buffy, he gently took her hand and placed a small box in her palm. "Got you something, luv," he purred as he kissed and nibbled her ear, leaving her moaning softly at his actions. "Saw it on my way home last night and thought of you, got some other stuff too for your liking."
Buffy peered at the box and bit her lip in anticipation, wondering what he bought her. She opened the lid and poured the contents into her free hand and puzzled over what she saw. A pink-rubber bunny with a silicone ring attached to the base, she looked closer and made out a silver looking bullet sheathed inside; a spare rolled in her palm next to the small rabbit.
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"You know what it is?" Spike breathed in a husky whisper, sending the fine hairs at the side of her neck in motion.
"A toy rabbit?" she asked meekly, Spike took in the expression on her face and saw just how innocent she was in the ways of sex. A smirk curled his lips as he knew that teaching her this kind of pleasure was going to be undeniably fun, imagining her writhe and respond to the toys he got made him rock hard and almost whimpered at the pain in his jeans.
"What's it do?" she turned to look at the lust filled eyes of her vampire lover. Buffy watched curiously as he took the pink toy and scooted down the bed, rolling over to settle over her legs and nudged them apart, placing himself between them. Spike made a show of slipping the ring over his index finger; ever so slowly and never taking his dark eyes off hers.
"Why don't I show you, pet." He said huskily as he brushed a finger over the toy and a faint buzzing came from the rubber. Buffy shivered as he sensually stroked the tips of its ears over her warm, flushed skin. The vibrations sending a blazing warmth down between her thighs when he grazed the toy down between her breasts, then with aching slowness circled her areolas before sweeping over her hard dusky nipples. The lightest of touches teasing her to the edge, arching her back to enforce more contact but Spike moved it up in time, keeping the same amount of pressure throughout the tease.
Once bringing much needed attention to her heaving, milky breasts, he moved the toy down her chest and over the taut muscles of her abdomen; her golden skin now coated in a very thin layer of warm perspiration. Spike watched as her muscles twitched whenever the vibrations touched a certain sensitized area, his mouth watered at the site of the slayer at his mercy, begging to be taken in such delicious ways he could think of.
The zip pressed harder into his fully erect member, bringing too much pain even for him, he needed to be released from his prison before it caused too much damage. "Unzip me, Slayer," he finally groaned out. He watched as Buffy lifted shaking, eager hands to his fly and pulled him out, she could see the indentations of teeth from the zip along his pulsing cock. "That's a good girl," he sighed in relief and pleasure as he escaped the almost blinding pain and into the soft-heated caress of her small hands.
Buffy quickly took that as a sign to start pumping him, wanting to please Spike and watch the building desire on his face as she did so. Feeling hot hands sliding up and down his dick, he looked down to where Buffy held him securely and pumping him with gradually building speed. With his free hand he battered hers away from his cool meat, she whimpered at the loss of contact and opportunity to please her lover.
"Not yet, Kitten. First you need to receive your special reward, yeah?" At that, he moved the vibrating rabbit into her dark, brown curls; slowly lowering the toy further down til her reached just above her pussy.
The vibrations just above her most sensitive spot made her gasp and bucked up into Spike's finger, this time he allowed her to increase the pressure there and she moaned loudly as the feeling went straight to her soaking core. Her let writhe wildly under the feel of the buzzing rubber for a little while longer before he pressed her down into the mattress, stopping her movements completely.
"Ah, ah. Stay still, luv," he whispered as he moved the toy slightly lower, going unnoticed by the needy slayer. "Stay just like that til I tell you you can move."
And suddenly the vibrating rabbit was right above her clit.
She threw her head back at the feel of the light touch of buzzing vibrations above her hard nubbin, whimpering and biting her lip to keep from moving and disobeying Spike's wishes. But she knew that this - even though it felt soooo good - wouldn't bring her off. It was taking her so close to the edge but Spike never gave her the sweet blissful release she was just dying for.
This was torture. Buffy thought that she must have done something wrong to have him tease her so mercilessly. Just one little movement, just a bit more pressure and she'd be taken over the edge. However, Spike just kept her in a state between release and building heat, a limbo. He was sure that she was rapidly losing her sanity when he looked up at the blissful-tortured expression on her face, he knew what she wanted and he wanted her to beg for it.
Not the begging kind. Lets find that out, shall we.
He leaned down and placed himself hovering just over her, his head turned to the side with his lips ever so close to her ear. Sinfully delicious sounds emanating from her throat as he breathed teasingly over his claiming mark on her neck.
"Spiiiike." She whimpered as she felt him come closer to her burning body.
"Something you want?" Spike chuckled lightly at her needy tone, enjoying how much he can affect the Slayer like this.
"Please, Spikie," oh she was begging now and Spike reveled in it, but he wondered if he can bring it up a notch or two; make her plead for it.
"'Please' what? I can't do anything til you tell me what you want, pet." Spike purred, he was sure that she was nearly insane now with need.
"I wanna CUM! Please, Spike. Let me cum, please!" Buffy sobbed as she pleaded him, she knew she did everything he asked til this point and he at least should give her something in return. Even though she loved doing as he pleased, mostly something evil and illegal or something naughty in the bedroom.
Spike finally took pity on the whimpering girl and pressed the rabbit hard on her clit, "CUM!" Spike growled as he rubbed the vibrating toy over her throbbing clit. He watched her shudder and scream in ecstasy as the intense climax ripped through her, her hot juices flowing all over his hand.
Buffy's vision blurred into black and red as hot, white pleasure shot through every nerve in her entire body, her limbs shook and pulsed under the extreme sensation; her blood singing in her ears as she screamed under Spike's ministrations of the most intense pleasure she had ever felt yet. Spike kept the toy where it was to draw the orgasm out longer and harder as it washed over her til he thought that she'd had enough and let her come down from the wonderful heights he took her to.
Turning off the rabbit, he slipped it off his finger and licked his hand clean of her juices, he groaned at the sweet taste of his slayer; like sickly-sweet honey. Spike crawled off the bed as Buffy took in heaving gulps of air, he laid the pink toy on the dresser for later and kicked off his jeans. Finally seeing how painfully erect he really was, bobbing against his hard six-pack with a deep purple shade covering every inch of his member, his slit weeping drops of precum down the sides as he stood next to the bed.
Once her breathing returned to normal, Buffy felt a slight dip in the mattress and before she could react, Spike covered her body with his lean and masculine one. Growling possessively, he slid easily and harshly into her still quivering folds and started pounding into the slayer before she could recover. Buffy shrieked in delight as Spike took what his demon demanded from her and was already on the edge of release, Buffy's sensitive walls not far behind. She gasped and writhed as he hit that spot that made her body wild and hungry for a sweet, endless release, sending her spiralling into a blissful, dark and warm abyss. In mere moments, they screamed and howled in ecstasy and pain as they brought each other off before collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs.
Spike had just enough strength and coherent thought to roll off the sedated slayer as they both began to fall into a restorative sleep. He curled up next to Buffy, wrapping his arms around her sleeping form and licked his marks possessively as he drifted off, a proud and devious smile gracing his lips.
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By the time Angel had explained what a claim is and exactly what it does, all occupants of the school were ushered off the premises by police and emergency services. The gang sat on the curb across the school watching officers line the school property with police tape and doctors haul out a gurney with a body shaped lump underneath a thin, white sheet; a cold, dead arm dangling uselessly over the edge.
Giles lectured the young teens about the fabled gem and its powerful properties, whilst the children gasped at the thought of Spike being able to kill during daylight, Angel remembered when his counterpart Angelus read through a copy of the text and found out its other uses when in the hands of a witch. He glanced anxiously at the red headed girl from the corner of his eye, thinking of a way to guard her as best he could in case Spike had the same idea what flitted through the grandsire's mind.
"So, the evil undead has Buffy under a claim, which allows him to control her like a very happy puppet. And is also gunning for this gem that makes him basically unkillable." Xander summarized of what little they found out from Buffy's reappearance and re-disappearance.
"Precisely, which means that we must prevent Spike from retrieving the gem and release Buffy from the claim. Angel?" Giles turned to the souled vampire for guidance. "How do we intend to remove Spike's claim?"
Angel looked to the watcher with a sullen look draped across his brooding face. "Spike has to be dust to free Buffy," everyone looked very pleased and expectantly at the master vampire, knowing that he was the closest person to being able to take Spike out, but as he continued their hopeful expressions turned dismal. "I can't be the one to do it, he's family and now that he's claimed someone, I can not intervene with their... relationship. I can't lay a fang on either one of them."
"So we need to focus mostly on not letting him get the gem. Also we need to locate where they are, Willow you'll help with a locating spell later." Giles announced to the eager witch, sitting on Oz's lap she was more or less bouncing with excitement at helping out with a spell.
The master vampire eyed Willow cautiously, hoping that if Spike was to use Willow for a specific spell that she wouldn't jump right in for the opportunity to perform a spell by herself. But he knew that the girl wasn't stupid enough to help the peroxided pest, however, Spike still has a thrall which he could easily use on the girl if he was close enough.
Finally deciding to follow Willow and protect her as best he could without burning in the sun or getting spotted by the oblivious girl as to make sure Spike wouldn't get the idea of using the spell.
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It was hours before Spike could walk out without burning to a crisp, and he used their time to teach his little morsel what he knows from his hundred-plus years experience in pleasing a partner. Hours of using the toys he got the night before, torturing the slayer into blissful oblivion, teasing her to the point of pain.
By the time sunset was ten minutes away, they laid on the bed completely spent from their latest vigorous activity. He'd somehow managed to teach her a bit of 69 but with a twist, emphasis on the 'but'. When he got her ready, he got her to place a vibrating plug into his tight hole whilst he did the same for her, combined with Buffy sucking him off and Spike feasting off her sweet juices; it took them no time to come to an explosive release.
With what little strength she had, Buffy had gotten herself to roll back up and rest on Spike's cool, hard chest as they waited for sunset. Now that they'd restored to their natural selves - or claimed self in Buffy's case - Spike reluctantly got them up and back into their clothes. He restrained himself as Buffy pouted at him the entire time they got dressed, her lower lip tempting his demon to have a little nibble. All business now, Spike took the scroll and placed it into a steel box beneath his bed, securing it as to not let any greedy vamps get their grubby hands on it.
Once tucked away safely, Spike turned back to the still pouting slayer and took her hand. "Now, Slayer. We're gonna go out an' gather up some minions to help us find our pretty little gem." He smirked but she still continued to have that stubborn lip to stick out.
"Can't we find it ourselves?" Buffy whined.
"We're going to need vamps to watch our backs an' some who know how to decipher cryptic messages to help us find it, pet." Still her lip didn't budge. "Gonna get that lip if you keep it out like that." Spike purred and leaned forward to catch it between his blunt teeth, Buffy giggled devilishly as they kissed and nibbled each other breathlessly. Before it could turn into something more, Spike tore his lips away from Buffy's and let her breathe.
"Come on, luv. I'll let you beat 'em til they'll do as their told and if not... well, you can go ahead and stake 'em." With Buffy's answering giggle, they rushed out the building to the nearest cemeteries and vamp nests.
Hours later, Spike stood over a whimpering vampire that'd been pummeled ferociously by the slayer now holding him down. The dark-haired demon looked back and forth between the master vampire and slayer and frowned at the cooperation between the two.
Buffy brought her fist up to bloody up his face when Spike caught it lightly in his hand to stop her intentions. "Now, now. We need to find out if he can be useful to us first, Kitten." He looked sternly at the wide-eyed puppy dog look his slayer was giving him but kept her hand still as he told her, she gave up when his resolve didn't faze and mumbled a 'fine', loosening her grip on the vamp. Even if she tried, she couldn't disobey Spike's wishes and so she had to do as she was told anyway.
Menacingly, Spike leaned over the nearly crippled vampire and spoke with a demanding growl. "Now, mate. Prove to us you're useful or you'll meet your dusty end."
The frightened vamp looked back and forth between the overpowering beings and complied as their looks didn't show any mercy would be bestowed upon him tonight if he didn't prove his worth. "I-I'm an engineer... I used to work on the town's tunnel system before I was turned. It's all I was ever good for." His babbling did him good as Spike signalled Buffy to release him. Cautiously, he got to his feet and stood far away from the slayer as possible, Spike roughly pushed him towards the small crowd of gathered up minions behind a mausoleum and announced to them that they were useful enough to stay un-dusted.
"But if I catch any of you lot with my girl or try to take the gem for yourselves, then I promise you'll meet a slow and painful death. Got it?" Vigorous nods and audible gulps were his only answers when he gestured them to start following behind him and Buffy as they made their way back to the factory. Buffy clinged to Spike and whispered her question of what her reward was going to be this time, Spike growled back in a low tone that neither of the vamps could hear except a very pleased giggle coming from the slayer as she deviously toyed with the lapels of his duster.
They all looked to each other with a questioning eyebrow raised and thought it was no use asking anyone as Spike snarled at their looks and they shrank back into their small demeanors, letting themselves be led by their new master towards his lair.
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Willow walked sullenly towards the apartment complex for the scooby meeting at Giles' place, she still felt a huge loss as one of her best friends had been taken away from her. However, being able to develop her witchcraft skills was a plus but still there was that niggling empty hole in her heart reminding her the reason why she was helping out with the spell; to save her dearest girl friend.
She walked on with Oz draping his arm over her shoulders as a means of comfort and support, he could feel her distress roll off her and tightened his hold slightly to somehow reassure her. But he knew that she'd feel this way til Buffy was back and unclaimed by the tricky and unpredictable vamp. They walked with little stakes and crosses as they made their way to Giles' apartment in the cold, eerily quiet night, completely oblivious to the soul vamp watching from the rooftops of near by buildings.
Once they entered the Watcher's home safely, Angel jumped down to the empty street below with deadly grace and silence that when he was on the ground he could hear a very familiar laugh. He turned around to face the direction of a cemetery at least a mile from where he stood, a small group of vampires grudgingly trudged behind a blond couple walking with the arms around each other. Angel watched as Spike kept Buffy in his possessive embrace as she toyed with his leather duster, he groaned at the way the slayer giggled and beamed up at his grandchilde. Every cell in his body wanted nothing more than to stake the peroxided pest and release Buffy from her prison, however, his demon held him back as it recognized him as his family and with the claim he's put on the girl; he can not do as his heart and soul wanted.
He was stuck in place til they were out of sight, he squeezed his eyes shut to prevent the tears that threatened to fall at the loss of his beloved slayer. As he gathered up his resolve, his determination grew and he strode towards the Watcher's place with quick, deadly grace. All he wanted to do was watch one of the scoobies dust his annoying, low-life of a grandchilde and hold Buffy again in a protective, loving and possessive hold. Not letting anything or anyone touch her ever again.
The young children were startled by the abrupt arrival of the soulful vampire, they started to question his cold, hard behaviour til he turned to them in full vampire mien and snarled viciously at them. Everyone shrank away from the angered vamp except the older British man reaching for a stake on his desk, he only stopped when his demonic visage shifted back into his brooding, human face and apologized for his sudden actions.
"I assume from your mood that you've recently spotted Buffy and William the Bloody or you have other information about the gem or the claim, which you have yet to inform us?" Giles asked as formally as his stiff, upper-class British tone could muster after what he'd seen from the master vampire.
"Spike's gathering minions," he said simply as a matter of fact, "he must be starting his search." Angel walked to the other side of the room and leant against the wall dividing the lounge and the kitchen, trying to calm himself down from the pain and anguish the sight of Buffy and Spike caused him.
"Well, that means we should start ours," Giles went over to his desk and removed a map of Sunnydale from the top drawer and pulled two jars of powder from his bookcase. "Willow, if you please." The Watcher gestured for Willow to sit on the floor opposite him and layout the map neatly between them.
He then handed a jar to the red headed girl and began to sprinkle the colourful powder over the map as he performed a short chant. Two small lights appeared on the map indicating the blond couple were near the school, Willow gave a relieved smile to everyone in the room til the twinkling lights began to move everywhere except any buildings in Sunnydale. They watched the flitting lights dance across the paper, Willow looked to Giles panickly; wanting an answer for this unexpected result.
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Spike watched the potent smelling smoke drift up from the bowl, he looked anxiously at Dalton, his recent minion found by the slayer on their way back to the factory. The slightly bloodied up vamp searched the bowl of burnt ingredients for confirmation that the spell worked, he tried to ignore the impatient Spike now growling right in his ear.
"Well?" Spike snarled at the quiet minion, who then sighed in relief and turned to the master vampire.
"It worked, I don't think I've performed such a powerful cloaking spell before with what little power I have." Dalton started to pack up the ingredients and placed the book back on the pile on the table.
"You're sure that the Slayer's gang of do-gooders aren't going to find us?" Spike watched the nervous vamp walk around packing up the powders and potions, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the blond demon.
"Very sure, Master Spike. I made it so anyone performing a locating spell that it will confuse them, as in lead them away from here. They'll think that you're hiding in any building in town." He hastened to explain when he remembered how Spike got if he took too long to explain or said he wasn't exactly sure about certain information or spells. He still had bruises around his neck and shoulders from being grabbed and pushed roughly into walls and the table when Spike lost his temper.
"Good," Spike turned his attention to the blond girl waiting in the doorway to the basement, "now that we've got that sorted, I think I promised my girl a reward for tonight's work." Leering at the giggling girl, he strode towards her and told the minions to not disturb them before picking her up and kicked the door shut as he ran down the stairs; growling seductively as he bit gently with blunt teeth over his mark.
The slightly startled vamps listened to the muffled noises emanating from the basement, they were all scared and confused by their sudden situation they found themselves pulled into by these powerful super-beings. However, the sounds they could hear as all of them stood still and quiet in place had them slightly aroused.
By the time they reached the bottom step, Spike had somehow managed to rid them both of their offending clothing and began to make his way back to the bed as he licked and nibbled the slayer's neck and collarbone. Making sure to get all her pleasure spots he could reach with his mouth and hands as he walked backwards to the bed and pulled her with him, his callous hands kneading her flushed skin and tweaking her hard nipples, eliciting moans and breathy sighs of pleasure.
When he felt the edge of the bed behind his knees, he fell onto the cushion-y surface and pulled Buffy on top of him. Spike positioned her on his pubic bone and nudged her legs apart, urging her to straddle him. Buffy complied and sat up, her dark green eyes roaming his God like body; the taut muscles of his six-pack and biceps covered in alabaster skin, her eyes were drawn to the dusky nipples on his chest. She couldn't resist and gave in to taste them, licking the areolas lightly with her warm, pink tongue then nibbling on the hard peaks and sucking them into the moist cavern of her mouth.
Spike's hisses and deepening growls made her continue her assault further, grazing her teeth under his jaw line and rubbing his hard length against her wet cleft. After minutes of the hot slayer teasing him, Spike couldn't take it any longer and had to be inside her now. He gripped her hips and pulled her up over his cock, settling her knees on either side of his hips to let her set the pace - for now that is.
"Alright, Kitten," Spike purred up at her whilst she started to rub the tip of his dick against her dripping slit. "I'm putting you in the driver's seat this time, start whenever you're ready."
Buffy didn't need to be told twice as she gave in to need and desire and sank slowly onto his cock, watching his eyes roll back into his head and trying to ram himself inside with a tilt of his hips. But for once she could be in control - so to speak - and she wanted to take her time to find Spike's hot spots, please him more than she had already in the past two nights. When he was sheathed inside her scolding wetness, he couldn't help his babbling of praise as she began to rock with a gradually building speed.
"Unnhhh... that's it, Slayer. God!... You're so warm... so tight... want you to - bloody buggering FUCK!" Spike was rendered speechless as Buffy began to squeeze him as she lifted herself all the way up his length. With aching slowness she came up nearly all the way off his cock, the head still inside her dripping entrance, staying still til the master vampire's snarls grew with intensity and volume and the vibrations going straight to his cock all the way to her throbbing clit.
Spike noticed how this effected the slayer and began to purr as she made her way down again, listening to her whimper at the sensation for which she craved more of. Suddenly, he sat up and took her hips in his cold, hands and shuffled back to lean against the headboard as Buffy rode him faster; gasping at the feel of his pubic bone rubbing against her aching core at this new angle. Still growling, Spike held her hips still as he began to impale himself up into her blazing warmth, building the intensity and harshness of his thrusts as he went.
Keening now, Buffy grasped Spike's muscular shoulders to gain purchase whilst he frantically pounded into her aching centre from beneath. He felt her walls starting to flutter and her cries were reaching their crescendo, indicating that she was close. Imminently, he felt his balls clench tightly and knew for sure he wouldn't be able to hold off any longer. Reaching between their writhing, sweat-slicked bodies; he tweaked her throbbing nubbin and spilled himself as Buffy's velvety walls clenched hard around his length. They screamed in ecstasy as they both came hard and fast, over and over again when Spike pinched Buffy's clit again and her passage grasped him anew and sending them both spiraling into another overwhelming orgasm.
His vision starting to blur, Spike released her clit and allowed them both to come down from their incredible heights, rasping for unneeded air. When her breathing gradually went back to normal, he lifted her chin up to pull her into another bruising, passionate kiss only to find her starting to drift off to sleep. Smirking at her sleepy eyes, he felt elated by the fact he could wear out the best warrior he's ever faced by shagging her senseless a couple of times a day. Reluctantly, he lifted her off his semi-hard cock, suppressing a groan as he did so, and laid her down on her side next to him.
"Tired, luv?" Chuckling slightly as she struggled to stay awake. His only answer from the sedated slayer was a weak nod and a murmur. "Why don't you sleep it off, yeah?" He suggested whilst he stroked her arm lightly, not trying to give any sign that he wanted more, only meant it as a soothing gesture but Buffy misunderstood and weakly reached for his shaft; her arm feeling like a dead weight.
"But-" She was cut off when Spike took her hand before it reached his member, pulling it to his lips and kissed gently then laying it back down beside her.
"Shhh," Spike cradled her cheek lightly and watched her eye lids flutter, struggling to stay open. He grazed his fingers over her lids and closed them for her but he still sensed her wakefulness and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Sleep." He commanded, the claim's power pulsing through him as she could only do as he instructed and fell into a submissive slumber. Spike continued to give her instructions as she slept, knowing her subconscious was picking up every word.
"Stay down here, pet. Don't come out til I get you, and if those wankers upstairs come down here then stake 'em. They don't touch what's mine." Growling the last sentence possessively, Spike licked his marks for good measure before sitting back up and looked down at her peaceful face.
Swiftly, Spike slipped off the bed and gathered up his clothes, pulling them on except his black tee and duster; only thing he was wearing around his torso was his red over-shirt opened to show off his delicious well-defined abs and firm pecs. He took one last look at the naked slayer sleeping contently on his bed, he noticed a slight shiver beginning in her petite form and pulled the comforter up over her before strolling up the stairs. Proud at how easily he'd claimed the slayer and that she'd be willing to do whatever he wished.
He thought back to last night when he'd taken his little morsel for the very first time and smirked at how aroused the girl was before he took complete control over her. She was willing - even with the thrall - and oh-so-eager to learn as he taught her those things, took him into her hot, wet mouth, her tight-little ass and pounded her into oblivion for all she was worth.
When he came back up into the main part of the factory the minions moved away from the entrance to the basement and Spike took that they had listened into everything that went on downstairs. He shut the door soundlessly, turning the knob and locked it in place. They backed away from him and continued to not make eye-contact with the master vampire as he stalked into the room and made his way back to the table where Dalton still stood.
"Slayer's mine," Spike began in a possessive snarl, "none of you are to touch her. She belongs to me and if any of you go near her, then I promise that your deaths won't be swift. Goes same for my gem too when we find it." Spike paused and scanned the room of fully frightened vamps before finishing off with, "Got it?" The only answers were vigorous nods and meek murmurs of "yes, Master Spike" and "would never betray your wishes, sir."
Spike turned to Dalton and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to the skittish vamp as he went to the other side of the table. "See what you make of this." He instructed and the minion quickly read the notes Spike had written from the scroll.
Mouth of hell where the treasure lies,
in house of dead from unseen eyes.
North and West from shield of hell,
you'll find the gem and glory'll swell.
Dalton worked through the cryptic message for a while, making sure to double check his results in his head before informing the master vampire. "I believe that the 'mouth of hell' is intended to be the Hellmouth and that -"
"I already figured that out you gormless tit!" Spike interrupted him with a menacing snarl. "I also know that 'house of dead' means a crypt and the 'North and West' part is giving us directions to where the gem is!" Losing his temper he grabbed Dalton by the lapels and pulled him across the table, shoving his face into the splintered wood of the tables surface. "Now tell me something I don't know."
The minion whimpered in fear and anguish as Spike pressed his face harder into the splinters, causing them to stick into his still open wounds from running into the claimed slayer, ripping them open afresh. Spike enjoyed the horrific sight he was making in the face of his new minions - even though he was frustrated that Dalton couldn't tell him anything new - he was glad that he had the opportunity to show them who's boss.
"L-Let me read it again," Dalton started to stutter and squeal in pain, "m-maybe I can figure out a sp-specific location." He gasped out as Spike shoved harder and the pieces of wood were forced under his skin and into the bleeding wounds. Spike roughly pulled him back up and let go, pushing him back to the scrap of paper carelessly left on the side.
"Then get started," growling, Spike pulled out more notes from his pockets and piled them in front of the snivelling vampire. "See what you can get out of those too." The master vampire left the lair swiftly and reminded the minions to not go downstairs or leave, knowing from the little display he put on would keep them in line as he made his way back to the Slayer's house to pick up a few things. Buttoning up his shirt as he went, making the effort to look presentable.
Dalton immediately went about to decipher the noted down texts before he lost his temper again and did worse than shove him into the table what starting to splinter from repeatedly having many vamps faces being shoved into the surface and their fangs scraping along the polished wood. He began to wonder why Spike was only handing him notes and not the scroll itself, surely he didn't think that he was brave or stupid enough to try and claim the gem for himself? Or maybe their was something else in the scroll he doesn't want the other minions to know?
*** To be continued ***