She's not screaming.
I like it when my women scream, helps me to know if I'm doing right by her. But all she lets escape is a bloody moan when I apply pressure to her clit. Maybe if I. . . there, just had to stick a finger up her arse and she yelps.
Kinky bitch.
"Don't do that-" She gasps, but I shut her up by sliding a finger into her slick passage. She's withering under me like she can't get enough of it.
"Couldn't do right by you." I breath heavily. Her body is slick with a thin sheet of sweat, locks of blonde hair splayed messily over a white mattress. Even if she isn't vocal about it, her eyes screwed up in the way they are tells me more then anything that she's enjoying this. "Not the soldier boy or the poofter, they couldn't give you what you need." I suck at her breast and she mewls as my tongue laps at her nipple.
Love that sound I do. Like she's helpless for me.
"Not like I can pet." I continue and rise up above her to look into her eyes. They open slowly and she meets my gaze right on. It's empty. Emerald ice they are, staring right up at me. Look like they're expecting something they do, could be death or pleasure, can't decide.
I bury my mouth in her neck and suck at the skin until I know it's sore, know that I'll leave a mark. Moving toward the collar bone I'm careful to pepper kisses across her chest. She doesn't like it all much, wants it hard and rough.
Wants to feel anything but love.
She turns her head sideways out of impatience and her scar is exposed. Never quite fully healed that mark didn't, but I've still got my bite from Dru.
I feel rage well up in me from the site and I growl low and deep. She likes that because suddenly her heart quickens and I can almost feel the blood running under all the soft skin of hers. I want so desperately to bury my fangs in her and mark her as my own. She'll always be the peaches with that scar, always belong to him.
And I know she'll always want to.
Images of my grandsire appear in my mind. Not the encounter of earlier today but a portrait of when we used roam Europe together. Bastard he was and I envied him for it. Always knew how to make me want to turn to game face and break his spine. Wouldn't be able to, mind ya, but it didn't stop the want of it all.
But then he had to go and get the bloody soul. Abandon us and all. Couldn't believe it when I saw him with the Slayer, the two of them all over each other. Like horny teenagers they were. . . well I guess Buffy had an excuse, being at the age and all. But peaches was at least 240 at that time. Made me want to vomit it did.
And then when he slept with her, took her virginity away like he took her love. Couldn't believe he would sleep with a human, let alone with the Slayer!
I understand now I do though, can't get enough of the girl, but then. . .
Not having the patience to wait anymore I spill out of my jeans which had become to tight for my liking and plunge into her heat. Her cunt is like heaven around my dick and I let out another low growl. . .
Angel might have had her first but I've got her now.
If that sorry ass excuse for a sire even thinks of taking her away from me I'll rip his bloody throat out. Make him wish he'd never crossed old Spike. . .
Nothings going to take the Slayer away from me now that I've got her. Not the poofter, not her friends and certainty not that pansy of a husband.
Finally got what I want, and I'm not one to give up easily.
I like it when my women scream, helps me to know if I'm doing right by her. But all she lets escape is a bloody moan when I apply pressure to her clit. Maybe if I. . . there, just had to stick a finger up her arse and she yelps.
Kinky bitch.
"Don't do that-" She gasps, but I shut her up by sliding a finger into her slick passage. She's withering under me like she can't get enough of it.
"Couldn't do right by you." I breath heavily. Her body is slick with a thin sheet of sweat, locks of blonde hair splayed messily over a white mattress. Even if she isn't vocal about it, her eyes screwed up in the way they are tells me more then anything that she's enjoying this. "Not the soldier boy or the poofter, they couldn't give you what you need." I suck at her breast and she mewls as my tongue laps at her nipple.
Love that sound I do. Like she's helpless for me.
"Not like I can pet." I continue and rise up above her to look into her eyes. They open slowly and she meets my gaze right on. It's empty. Emerald ice they are, staring right up at me. Look like they're expecting something they do, could be death or pleasure, can't decide.
I bury my mouth in her neck and suck at the skin until I know it's sore, know that I'll leave a mark. Moving toward the collar bone I'm careful to pepper kisses across her chest. She doesn't like it all much, wants it hard and rough.
Wants to feel anything but love.
She turns her head sideways out of impatience and her scar is exposed. Never quite fully healed that mark didn't, but I've still got my bite from Dru.
I feel rage well up in me from the site and I growl low and deep. She likes that because suddenly her heart quickens and I can almost feel the blood running under all the soft skin of hers. I want so desperately to bury my fangs in her and mark her as my own. She'll always be the peaches with that scar, always belong to him.
And I know she'll always want to.
Images of my grandsire appear in my mind. Not the encounter of earlier today but a portrait of when we used roam Europe together. Bastard he was and I envied him for it. Always knew how to make me want to turn to game face and break his spine. Wouldn't be able to, mind ya, but it didn't stop the want of it all.
But then he had to go and get the bloody soul. Abandon us and all. Couldn't believe it when I saw him with the Slayer, the two of them all over each other. Like horny teenagers they were. . . well I guess Buffy had an excuse, being at the age and all. But peaches was at least 240 at that time. Made me want to vomit it did.
And then when he slept with her, took her virginity away like he took her love. Couldn't believe he would sleep with a human, let alone with the Slayer!
I understand now I do though, can't get enough of the girl, but then. . .
Not having the patience to wait anymore I spill out of my jeans which had become to tight for my liking and plunge into her heat. Her cunt is like heaven around my dick and I let out another low growl. . .
Angel might have had her first but I've got her now.
If that sorry ass excuse for a sire even thinks of taking her away from me I'll rip his bloody throat out. Make him wish he'd never crossed old Spike. . .
Nothings going to take the Slayer away from me now that I've got her. Not the poofter, not her friends and certainty not that pansy of a husband.
Finally got what I want, and I'm not one to give up easily.