Even if she doesn't come to me tonight, I'm still a happy bastard.
Her fluids are like cream, vanilla and strawberry's and the like. She a
bleeding goddess, and I've tasted her.
God, I've fucked her.
It still blows my bloody mind that she lets me in. Let's me explore her body and whisper my passion onto the air around her. Our conversations are one sided, but they're better then no conversation at all.
It's a charge, tasting something out of reach. Forbidden fruit and all that. Reminds me of the time after the stupid poof went off and got a soul, leaving his mate, me and mine alone to the hunt.
That blonde bitch had called me up to her room. We were staying in a little town of where we had already scared off the occupants. Sun was up, so we were stuck inside. Dru was playing with one of the virgin girls we had kept around, to occupied with the humans fear to notice my caresses.
So the fact that peaches sire wanted nothing more then a fuck fit my fancies well.
I had always been smitten with the vampire as she stripped in front of me, letting the lace and frill fall to her feet. Don't get me wrong, I had loved Dru will all my unbeating heart, but the way the poof told it, his sire was a bloody fine lay. Though if I so much as looked at her after his taunts, I'd be nursing my limbs for days.
But the stupid mate had gotten his soul restored, so offering his fuck a little cold comfort worked fine for me.
She made me bring her off with my tongue first, then I could take my pleasure any which way. Only problem was, I like it when my women beg me after I finish with them.
The only time Darla spoke was when she was moaning my grandsire's name.
The Slayer knows better then to say his name while I'm bringing her off, let it be my dick, fingers or tongue, she knows that if she so much as breathes his name while I'm in her I won't be gentle.
Damn I love her with everything that's in me, but I would rather not have her then see her in the poofs arms.
Caption Cardboard I can handle, he may hold her, but I own her.
~ ~ ~
Night had cast it's eye upon the earth for a long while before the Slayer stopped by. Guess she took my kinky thoughts to heart because whatever she had been fighting worked up one hell of a sweat. Her skin glistens in the pale candle light as she walks cautiously into my crypt. She's trying to hide it, but she's bloody exhausted.
"Pet." I mummer, behind her before she can even register my presence. She jumps a little and then settles into me as I put my fingers to work in kneading her back.
She moans as I add pressure to the knot under her shoulder blade. "I. . ." It's an effort for her to say it. "Can we just get this over with, I want to go home."
"You tired luv?" The Slayer's trying to move away, but I keep a firm grip on her as I relax her muscles.
She doesn't say anything, which is as much of an answer as I'm going to get.
I whisper in her ear to wait, and leave her blessed presence to lay a thick blanket on the lid of the stone coffin. Tugging on the edges, making sure there are no gaps of stone left uncovered, I go back to Buffy. Her eye's are half closed out of pure exhaustion.
I bring her over to the makeshift bed and place her on her stomach and I kiss the nape of her neck which is exposed by the low back of her shirt. She moans as I draw back and slowly tug her shirt off, lifting her up to pull it over her head and throw it on the chair. Her skin is now exposed to the air, and I begun to massage her back again.
Her throat betrays her silence as she let's out a growl of pleasure.
I'm bloody sure her nipples are rock hard.
My fingers continue to knead into her back for a few more minutes until I work the knots out. Her eyes are closed in near blissful peace. Slowly, I take my hands away and replace them with my tongue, lapping up the now dried sweat from her skin. She's moaning as I reach the side of her neck. Her writhing body only makes me harder.
I flip her over so I have access to her stomach and breasts. Her eyes are still closed, but there's a smile of pleasure on her lips. My tongue cleans her skin, alternating between licks and kisses on her tits.
She's about to fall into sleep as I reach her collarbone. As bloody fine it would be to have the Slayer asleep in my crypt shirtless, I want it to be *after* she's spent from more then just fighting off the nasties in the dark.
"What tired you out so?" I ask, bringing her out of her half dream like state.
Her eyes open and meet mine for a brief moment, but the they quickly close. For her, if it's just pleasure and not my face, then it's not real, it doesn't count.
I'm planning on changing her ethics one of these days.
"It was three vampires." Her voice was soft as I place a kiss on her eyelids. "And some demon. . . I don't know what kind."
I nod, but it's lost on her.
"Do you mind pet?" I ask as my hands go to the snap and zipper of her pants, hovering over them, waiting for an answer.
She's silent for a moment. "It's what I came here for, right?" She mummers the words as my fingers eagerly slip the jeans off. Leaving her clad in nothing as I strip before her unopened eyes.
Last time I fucked her, last time I brought her release by violence.
This time, I'm going to slide into her and show her that I do love her. That there's more to me then a soulless demon. That I can be more for then that whelp of hers.
And as I run my cold hands up her body, and watch her shiver, I know that she has already realized that.
I may not be what she wants, but I'm all that she needs.
God, I've fucked her.
It still blows my bloody mind that she lets me in. Let's me explore her body and whisper my passion onto the air around her. Our conversations are one sided, but they're better then no conversation at all.
It's a charge, tasting something out of reach. Forbidden fruit and all that. Reminds me of the time after the stupid poof went off and got a soul, leaving his mate, me and mine alone to the hunt.
That blonde bitch had called me up to her room. We were staying in a little town of where we had already scared off the occupants. Sun was up, so we were stuck inside. Dru was playing with one of the virgin girls we had kept around, to occupied with the humans fear to notice my caresses.
So the fact that peaches sire wanted nothing more then a fuck fit my fancies well.
I had always been smitten with the vampire as she stripped in front of me, letting the lace and frill fall to her feet. Don't get me wrong, I had loved Dru will all my unbeating heart, but the way the poof told it, his sire was a bloody fine lay. Though if I so much as looked at her after his taunts, I'd be nursing my limbs for days.
But the stupid mate had gotten his soul restored, so offering his fuck a little cold comfort worked fine for me.
She made me bring her off with my tongue first, then I could take my pleasure any which way. Only problem was, I like it when my women beg me after I finish with them.
The only time Darla spoke was when she was moaning my grandsire's name.
The Slayer knows better then to say his name while I'm bringing her off, let it be my dick, fingers or tongue, she knows that if she so much as breathes his name while I'm in her I won't be gentle.
Damn I love her with everything that's in me, but I would rather not have her then see her in the poofs arms.
Caption Cardboard I can handle, he may hold her, but I own her.
~ ~ ~
Night had cast it's eye upon the earth for a long while before the Slayer stopped by. Guess she took my kinky thoughts to heart because whatever she had been fighting worked up one hell of a sweat. Her skin glistens in the pale candle light as she walks cautiously into my crypt. She's trying to hide it, but she's bloody exhausted.
"Pet." I mummer, behind her before she can even register my presence. She jumps a little and then settles into me as I put my fingers to work in kneading her back.
She moans as I add pressure to the knot under her shoulder blade. "I. . ." It's an effort for her to say it. "Can we just get this over with, I want to go home."
"You tired luv?" The Slayer's trying to move away, but I keep a firm grip on her as I relax her muscles.
She doesn't say anything, which is as much of an answer as I'm going to get.
I whisper in her ear to wait, and leave her blessed presence to lay a thick blanket on the lid of the stone coffin. Tugging on the edges, making sure there are no gaps of stone left uncovered, I go back to Buffy. Her eye's are half closed out of pure exhaustion.
I bring her over to the makeshift bed and place her on her stomach and I kiss the nape of her neck which is exposed by the low back of her shirt. She moans as I draw back and slowly tug her shirt off, lifting her up to pull it over her head and throw it on the chair. Her skin is now exposed to the air, and I begun to massage her back again.
Her throat betrays her silence as she let's out a growl of pleasure.
I'm bloody sure her nipples are rock hard.
My fingers continue to knead into her back for a few more minutes until I work the knots out. Her eyes are closed in near blissful peace. Slowly, I take my hands away and replace them with my tongue, lapping up the now dried sweat from her skin. She's moaning as I reach the side of her neck. Her writhing body only makes me harder.
I flip her over so I have access to her stomach and breasts. Her eyes are still closed, but there's a smile of pleasure on her lips. My tongue cleans her skin, alternating between licks and kisses on her tits.
She's about to fall into sleep as I reach her collarbone. As bloody fine it would be to have the Slayer asleep in my crypt shirtless, I want it to be *after* she's spent from more then just fighting off the nasties in the dark.
"What tired you out so?" I ask, bringing her out of her half dream like state.
Her eyes open and meet mine for a brief moment, but the they quickly close. For her, if it's just pleasure and not my face, then it's not real, it doesn't count.
I'm planning on changing her ethics one of these days.
"It was three vampires." Her voice was soft as I place a kiss on her eyelids. "And some demon. . . I don't know what kind."
I nod, but it's lost on her.
"Do you mind pet?" I ask as my hands go to the snap and zipper of her pants, hovering over them, waiting for an answer.
She's silent for a moment. "It's what I came here for, right?" She mummers the words as my fingers eagerly slip the jeans off. Leaving her clad in nothing as I strip before her unopened eyes.
Last time I fucked her, last time I brought her release by violence.
This time, I'm going to slide into her and show her that I do love her. That there's more to me then a soulless demon. That I can be more for then that whelp of hers.
And as I run my cold hands up her body, and watch her shiver, I know that she has already realized that.
I may not be what she wants, but I'm all that she needs.