Chapter 14: Meanwhile, Back at the Crypt…
Buffy dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack on the vamp behind her. Sensing another imminent strike, she made a huge, headlong leap, diving down through the trapdoor and landing on the lower level with a graceful somersault. She heard someone else landing behind her and scrambled up to her feet, running over to tag the bed.
“I win!” she announced and then screeched when she was tackled from behind, a strong vampire pinning her face down onto the mattress.
“Second,” past Spike said raggedly, planting kisses all up and down the back of her neck.
Her Spike joined them a few seconds later.
“You lose,” Buffy informed him. “Again.”
“I didn’t know better, I’d think you had this all rigged, luv,” he smiled wryly, obviously not in the least concerned about this latest race.
“Who says I don’t?” she teased, halfheartedly trying to slip from past Spike’s grasp and failing miserably. “So,” she stretched languorously under him, “what do I get for winning?”
Past Spike caught hold of her wrist and guided her hand to the large bulge in the front of his pants. “First prize, pet,” he purred sensuously in her ear.
“Hmm…” she sighed, stroking him gently through the rough fabric of his jeans. “I’ve got a few guesses on what it is, but I think I’ll need to unwrap it first,” she giggled, struggling with the zipper a bit before feeling it give way beneath her fingers. He sprung out into her hand, incredible hardness surrounded by such soft, delicate skin.
“Christ, Slayer!” past Spike hissed at the feel of her hot little hand on him.
“Nice,” Buffy agreed. “I think I’d like to test it out…”
He groaned in agony and yanked her up to her knees, shoving her skirt up to her waist. For once Buffy was glad that her panties had been destroyed earlier since now nothing blocked the vampire above her from surging inside.
However, he didn’t do so immediately, instead caressing the smooth globes of her behind with his palms.
“Spike…” she whimpered.
“Such a firm, pretty, little ass,” he commented, ignoring her plea.
“Try tastin’ it, mate,” present Spike advised, lying out on the bed beside them and lighting up a cigarette.
Past Spike took his advice, planting a small kiss on her rear before flicking his tongue out to taste her salty skin.
“Delicious…” he purred.
“Spike,” Buffy’s whimpers were increasing in intensity.
“Told you so,” present Spike responded to his counterpart. “Could taste ‘er all night…”
“Me, too,” past Spike agreed.
“Spike!” Buffy cried out, desperately rubbing back against him.
“Looks like the Slayer could do with a little more, though,” present Spike shrugged and gave her a wicked smile.
“S’pose I can see some benefits to havin’ a happy Slayer ‘round,” past Spike agreed.
Buffy sighed in relief when he mounted her from behind.
“You ready for me, luv?” he teased.
Her murmurs of need increased when his hand slipped down between her thighs and tested the wetness there.
“Whaddaya think?” he held his glistening fingers up for present Spike to inspect.
He leaned forward, delicately licking them clean and making sure Buffy could see every sensual caress of his tongue. She moaned raggedly, cursing his tongue for not being on her at the moment.
“Tastes ready to me,” present Spike finally decided, returning the cigarette to his lips.
“Your lucky day, sweets,” past Spike have her ass a quick pat before aligning himself with her sopping entrance.
She squirmed against him slightly, aroused beyond belief, but instead of thrusting hard and fast, he held her tightly in place before him. They both let out a long, low moan when he entered her, slowly but firmly.
“Feel that, Slayer?” he whispered into her ear. “Feel every inch of me?”
She nodded numbly, focusing intently on the wondrous sensation of her vaginal walls being stretched ever so slowly.
“Feels so good!” she gasped out when he’d finally pushed himself in all the way. She could feel his rough curls brushing up against her rear, tickling the delicate skin there.
Above her, past Spike let out a hiss, her inner heat searing him to that point right between pain and pleasure. He held himself in place for a while, reveling in the exquisite torture, before he began to pump in and out of her harshly.
“Oh god! Yes, Spike! Yes! So good! Harder, baby! Harder! Faster! Faster! No, slower! Yes! Just like that! More! More! Oh, right there! Yes! That’s the spot! Yes! Yes!” Her frenzied litany went on and on, her eyes squeezing shut tight at the pure ecstasy of having him within her again.
When they opened again, she saw that her Spike was watching her intently, taking in every detail of her face as it contorted in pleasure.
“Spike…” she whispered softly, looking directly into his eyes and holding out one hand to gesture for him to come closer.
He prowled over to her like a great cat, his muscles rippling under the leather duster that so cruelly hid him from her view.
“Oh god,” she whimpered when her face was mere inches from hers, the continual pounding of his past counterpart leaving her breathless.
He watched as one drop of sweat rolled down her face, pooling at the very tip of her nose. It quavered precariously, her continuous rocking threatening to shake it lose at any second. Just as it began to fall, he flicked his tongue out, catching it and the tip of her nose in the process.
She let out a deep husky moan and began ramming back into past Spike with renewed fury.
“Why clothes?” she gasped out between thrusts. “Clothes bad. No clothes.”
He gave her a sly smile and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, taking his time and prolonging her agony.
“Faster,” she instructed him. “Faster!” she demanded of past Spike.
He was angling himself deep within her now, striking against the opening to her womb and re-discovering all the tender nerves deep within her, setting them all ablaze with his coolness and strength. Her internal muscles clenched around him, holding him tight, trying to prevent him from escaping. He fought against her pulls with every stroke, plunging back deep inside to feel her desperate caress yet again.
Buffy slammed back against him, her eyes glued to the strip tease her Spike was performing for her. His shirt, finally unbuttoned, slipped from his shoulders to pool on the floor. Her mouth turned dry at the sight of his bared chest, as pure and powerful as polished ivory.
His hands moved down to his zipper now, pulling slowly downwards. He toyed with the button at his waist for a minute, enjoying every needy moan that escaped her throat, before finally opening it and letting his erection spring free.
Buffy barely noticed when he pulled his jeans down and kicked them off, she was so transfixed by his thick cock. Her eyes traced every vein, watching them pulse and throb with need. His head looked so soft and silky, and suddenly she had to feel it, had to taste it… Whereas before her mouth had been dry, now she was practically salivating.
“C’mere,” she beckoned to him, clutching at his hip when he was in range and pulling him into her mouth. She took a long, deep suck, and his hands tangled in her hair, the sound of his whimpers music to her ears. She pulled back, giving his head a light kiss and panting desperately for him.
She slowly began to suck him in and out, gradually increasing her pace until the two Spikes entered her in time with each other. They ravished her from both ends, burying themselves so deep within her that she marveled that they didn’t converge at her center.
Their thrusts were harsh, carnal, bestial, and she savored every moment of it, finally screaming out to the world as her climax crashed through her over and over and over again…
Behind her past Spike let out a loud roar when her Slayer muscles gripped him hard, pumping his milky white semen into her womb. Everything exploded around him, and he collapsed on top of her, still seeing stars.
Her Spike, meanwhile, collapsed back onto the bed in front of her when her mouth released him for her climax.
She lazily opened her eyes to see that he was still as hard as ever and hadn’t even gotten a chance to cum yet. Time to remedy that, she thought with a wicked smile.
She rolled past Spike off of her and proceeded to crawl up her Spike’s body, moving slowly and carefully so he wouldn’t notice her approach. His eyes were shut tight, and she would have almost sworn he was asleep were it not for that fact that his hand lazily toyed with the base of his erection.
“Let me do that for you,” she said coyly, pushing his hand aside and encircling him with her own.
“Oh, Buffy…” he whispered softly.
“That better?” she inquired.
“Mmm…” he murmured inarticulately.
She continued to stroke him lightly while she inched her way over him, swinging one leg over him to straddle his middle.
“You want to know how you feel?” she asked in a sultry voice. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking when I hold you just like this?”
“Mmm-hmm,” he sighed beneath her.
“The first thing I notice when I hold you is the cool,” she began in a sensual whisper. “Your skin warms to my touch, but deep down within you I can still feel your real body temperature. You feel like fire and ice at the same time, and it’s sooo good…”
“Christ, Buffy!” Spike felt himself hardening to point of torment at her words. It was so rare that she was the verbal one during sex. “Don’t stop, luv. Don’t stop…”
“And then I notice the texture of your skin,” she continued. “It’s soft, like velvet, especially right here…” She flicked her thumb over his head, eliciting yet another plea to go on. “But it’s so hard, too. You’re always so hard for me, and I can barely hold myself back from fucking you into the ground every time I feel just how hard you really are.”
“You do it to me, baby,” he hissed. “Only you.”
She gave him a catlike smile. “You’re smooth to my touch, too. But then I start to stroke you, and I discover all those little veins running through you, making you hard and pulsing. They make you rough and then smooth and then rough again. And I’ve got to just keep touching you because I don’t want to miss a second of it.”
She began to rock her hips up and down a bit, letting them brush against the tip of him on the down-stroke, but never letting him find his release in her.
“Do you know what I think about then?” she whispered.
“No,” he shook his head. “What?”
“I think about your size,” she confessed. “I think about how long you are and how thick. I put my hands around you, but they’re too small to hold you properly. And then I start to wonder how you ever manage to fit inside me, so I have to test it out.” She lowered herself onto him slowly. “And miraculously, you always do, baby. You fit me absolutely perfectly…”
He groaned and rocked his hips up against hers.
“And you feel even better once you’re inside of me,” she said between gasps. “It’s like there’s this void that’s always within me that only you can fill. And you fill me so completely. Every time I feel like I’ve never been stretched this wide before, like no one’s ever gotten this deep. You know what you feel like?” she leaned forward onto his body, changing the angle of his penetration and causing them both to groan.
“Tell me, luv,” he purred. “Tell me what I feel like…”
“You feel like…” she gasped when his hips thrust upwards, plunging him even deeper within her, “like…Heaven…”
His eyes widened at her admission, and then he reached up to tenderly stroke her hair. “Let me, Buffy,” he whispered raggedly. “Let me be Heaven for you.”
She gave him a little smile and placed a kiss on his palm, but didn’t respond.
His hands reached up to explore her now, taking his newfound duties with the utmost seriousness. His fingers trailed lightly up her arms, sliding over the fabric of her blouse and then down her sides. When he reached her waist, his fingers slipped under her waistband, exposing her stomach to him. He caressed his way up her body, his touches so feather light that they gently teased the fine hairs of her abdomen, causing her nerves to tingle in delight and little goosebumps to form.
His hands continued to move upward, pulling her blouse with him as he went. When he got to her shoulders, she obligingly slipped out of the sleeves. Together, they pulled it over her head, and he tossed it carelessly to the side.
She didn’t care though. At that moment all that mattered was the feel of his hands on her body and his cock rocking slowly in and out of her.
“Let me be Heaven to you,” he repeated, his fingers toying with the front clasp of her bra, “because you’re Heaven to me…”
Nimble fingers released the clasp, and Buffy marveled once again at how skilled he was at performing that task. Fashion designers had come up with all sorts of clever jigsaw puzzles, but Spike never had the slightest trouble solving any of them.
He cupped her pert breasts, and she thrust her chest forward into his hands, slipping her bra over her shoulders as she did so.
“Let me, Buffy,” he pleaded, flicking her nipples lightly. “Please, let me…”
She cried out at the intensity of the moment and captured his wrists, forcing them back down onto the mattress. She leaned forward, pressing her body against the full length of his, her breasts flattening and molding to his chest. She looked into his eyes for a few thrusts to emphasize their intimate union and then bent over to plunder his mouth with her own.
Their lips attacked each other desperately, parting, tongues flicking out, mouths angling constantly, slanting over each other, exploring in every way possible.
Buffy’s eyes shut tight, and she focused on projecting every emotion she had into the kiss. All her desire, happiness, confusion, sadness…everything she had she gave to him. Along with the message that she still couldn’t speak aloud: I let you. You are my Heaven now…
His hands clutched at her hips, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, their rhythm breaking at last, becoming fast and furious as they both lost control, just pounding together, hands exploring, desperate to crawl inside each other and never ever come out again…
Buffy had never experienced an orgasm like it before. Instead of the unusual dizzying climax, this one was long and gentle. Her body milked him slowly, drawing out her ecstasy and his as well. The fall was different, too. This time all she knew was deep, dark pleasure that sank inexorably into equally deep and dark sleep. Lazy contentment gradually came over her, and she whispered his name like a prayer before she was finally overcome…