Old Times #6
Drusilla had returned to the factory eventually, a little shaky, a little rambling, in need of comfort and reassurance. He had soothed her, stroked her, kissed her, all love and gentleness. She had helped him to their bed and had lain naked and quivering in his arms as he whispered to her of her beauty, her strength, her wickedness. How this business with The Judge had been just a small setback. She would be queen of the blasted earth yet, if that's what she really wanted!
Smiling now - her slow, small, sly smile that had damned him so long ago - she turned in his arms and slid her cool body on to his, straddling him. Bending down to him, dark damaged eyes seeking out the blue. And finding them full of love and longing she sighed, partly in pleasure, partly in frustration. Where was the danger here? But his strong hands were on her, and he could hurt her if she desired it..... Her smile returned, her slender fingers, painted nails, explored his shoulders, chest; sharp little teeth nibbled at his neck, nipped at his nipples. Her silky hair trailed over his skin as she wriggled her way down his body, until she was bending over his sleeping cock.
Glancing back up at Spike, lips twitching mischievously, she cupped his balls; squeezing, kneading, long nails scraping his delicate sac. Spike closed his eyes, tight. Spread out his arms on the bed in a gesture of openness, defencelessness. Pathetically grateful for the tug he felt in his belly, willing there to be more.
"I don't think he loves me any more, Spike" Drusilla pouted, when there was nothing more. "It really is very tiresome of him...."
Spike groaned, eyes fluttering open. "No love, he does, we do. Just needs some care and attention. Please love...." He grasped her wrists, roughly pulling her a little way back up his body.
Her eyes flashed with understanding and agreement as his hands moved to her hips, trying to turn her. Swinging her body round she clambered back over him, soles of her feet nestling under his armpits, their sensitive flesh tickled by his hairs. She squirmed, giggling, her knees hugging him, cunt hovering deliciously close to his face, to his mouth. Bending low, breasts and hard nipples grazing his flesh, she rocked back her hips until she felt his long tongue flick out to taste her lips. As his mouth hungrily drank her in, his fingers gripped her hips and coaxed her into a slight rocking motion. Penetrating her with his tongue, loving her flavours, her scents, rubbing her clit, forcing her down onto him a little harder.....
Drusilla squealed and squirmed, purred as he nuzzled her folds, as he rolled her clit between his teeth, as he fiercely dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips. She would try! Flipping up his cock, she took him into her mouth, sucking hard and biting not a little. Although he remained quite soft, the pressure low in his belly intensified, a small sensation tickled at the base of his spine. When she came, shrieking her pleasure with her mouth still wrapped around him, he unmistakably twitched inside of her and was overwhelmed by an incredible rush of love and appreciation.
She had seemed quite satisfied, and had spent the next hour or more biting and clawing at him, encouraging him to reciprocate; bringing out livid weals on each other's flesh, until she eventually giggled herself to sleep.
But Spike lay awake for some time longer, cuts stinging, head pounding. He loved her, he truly, eternally loved her. But he had been covered in bruises, slashes, bitemarks after the first time with Angelus. So many times with Angelus. Both men had been. And it had been glorious.....
Drusilla had returned to the factory eventually, a little shaky, a little rambling, in need of comfort and reassurance. He had soothed her, stroked her, kissed her, all love and gentleness. She had helped him to their bed and had lain naked and quivering in his arms as he whispered to her of her beauty, her strength, her wickedness. How this business with The Judge had been just a small setback. She would be queen of the blasted earth yet, if that's what she really wanted!
Smiling now - her slow, small, sly smile that had damned him so long ago - she turned in his arms and slid her cool body on to his, straddling him. Bending down to him, dark damaged eyes seeking out the blue. And finding them full of love and longing she sighed, partly in pleasure, partly in frustration. Where was the danger here? But his strong hands were on her, and he could hurt her if she desired it..... Her smile returned, her slender fingers, painted nails, explored his shoulders, chest; sharp little teeth nibbled at his neck, nipped at his nipples. Her silky hair trailed over his skin as she wriggled her way down his body, until she was bending over his sleeping cock.
Glancing back up at Spike, lips twitching mischievously, she cupped his balls; squeezing, kneading, long nails scraping his delicate sac. Spike closed his eyes, tight. Spread out his arms on the bed in a gesture of openness, defencelessness. Pathetically grateful for the tug he felt in his belly, willing there to be more.
"I don't think he loves me any more, Spike" Drusilla pouted, when there was nothing more. "It really is very tiresome of him...."
Spike groaned, eyes fluttering open. "No love, he does, we do. Just needs some care and attention. Please love...." He grasped her wrists, roughly pulling her a little way back up his body.
Her eyes flashed with understanding and agreement as his hands moved to her hips, trying to turn her. Swinging her body round she clambered back over him, soles of her feet nestling under his armpits, their sensitive flesh tickled by his hairs. She squirmed, giggling, her knees hugging him, cunt hovering deliciously close to his face, to his mouth. Bending low, breasts and hard nipples grazing his flesh, she rocked back her hips until she felt his long tongue flick out to taste her lips. As his mouth hungrily drank her in, his fingers gripped her hips and coaxed her into a slight rocking motion. Penetrating her with his tongue, loving her flavours, her scents, rubbing her clit, forcing her down onto him a little harder.....
Drusilla squealed and squirmed, purred as he nuzzled her folds, as he rolled her clit between his teeth, as he fiercely dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips. She would try! Flipping up his cock, she took him into her mouth, sucking hard and biting not a little. Although he remained quite soft, the pressure low in his belly intensified, a small sensation tickled at the base of his spine. When she came, shrieking her pleasure with her mouth still wrapped around him, he unmistakably twitched inside of her and was overwhelmed by an incredible rush of love and appreciation.
She had seemed quite satisfied, and had spent the next hour or more biting and clawing at him, encouraging him to reciprocate; bringing out livid weals on each other's flesh, until she eventually giggled herself to sleep.
But Spike lay awake for some time longer, cuts stinging, head pounding. He loved her, he truly, eternally loved her. But he had been covered in bruises, slashes, bitemarks after the first time with Angelus. So many times with Angelus. Both men had been. And it had been glorious.....