CrossingShadowRiver 14, by dutchbuffy2305
Rating: R
Timeline: About ten years after season 5 of AtS; sequel of sorts to Crossing into UnchippedTerritory.
Author's note: As ever, thanks to my dear betas, meko00, ayinhara, LadyAnne & mommanerd.
Author's website: http:home.planet.nl/dutchbuffy2305
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Spike looks at his hand. Why does it look like that, with black oozing fingertips on some fingers and white bone on others? It's lying on an open book. The page has a picture of a tiny baby held in a man's hands, big, hairy, capable hands, pink and fully fleshed. His hands should look that man's, useful for picking up an infant like that, crushing its skull and draining it dry in one quick gulp. No, no, he's thinking it wrong again. That's what he's not going to do. Maybe other babies, nothing wrong with drinking those, but not his baby. He turns the book around to remind himself of the title. 'The Perfect Birth Partner'. Right. He's going to take care of his very own child like a proper dad. Holding, burping, changing. Nappies and special nappy rash cream.
He has the most disconcerting feeling he ought to know all this already, that he's read the book before, but he can't be sure. His memory's not what it has been. If he just practices, he'll be able to remember it well enough, he's sure. He's going to be the best father in the world. The mother needs lots of support while breastfeeding, which might be hard to start up the first days. Feed her lots of fluids and protein. Which is meat, he knows that. Sausage is meat. Hide the salami.
He grins and fondles his cock. That's still working all right. He wills Buffy to come over. He'll give her a good shagging, make her scream. Sometimes she screams really loudly, sobbing and crying, which he hates. He makes her shut up then. But there's a good kind of screaming. If he's just had a good feed he can be patient enough to make her scream the good way, when she's nice and limp and weak. When she gets strong again he has to press down hard on her will to keep it down, and it makes him tired. Tired is cranky. Crank his handle. There she is now.
She shuffles over to the bed and lies down quietly on her side, her skinny bum turned to him. He'd rather fuck her on her back, but there's a bump in her middle that's in the way. She shouldn't eat so much. And also he wishes she looked better and smelled better. He doesn't know how to will that to happen though, but it is a pity. The shiny bronzy hair and the rosy skin he loves so much are gone. When he thinks of that, it makes him angry. She should make herself pretty for him, shouldn't she, if she loves him?
His cock has gone soft. He needs a drink first. He bends over Buffy's neck but decides on her arm instead. All that scar tissue is so unappealing, he wants to make a fresh new bite. He slobbers up a few mouthfuls, but her blood isn't as nourishing as it used to be. He's ready to fuck her again, though, and drinking form her makes her nice and smooth inside. He slips in, getting excited by the salty woman smell that rises from her cunt.
That's the way Dawn smelled. Dawn was just here for a nice visit and she looked and smelled so much nicer than Buffy does now, he almost had a mind to make her the mother of his baby. She smelled as if she could make one, but there wasn't one almost ready inside her, which is a pity. He's not sure he can make a new one, although he's doing a mighty fine job now in making Buffy squeal.
TBC