Title: A Puppy's Vicious view
Pairing: Spike/Tara, Spike/Tara/Willow.
Disclaimer: Not my characters just playing with them.
Genre: Romance/Horror
Summary: Willow looks on at her captures in sick fascination.
Rating: Mature
Warning: Slightly, kind of, not really, but a little bit forced sex. Character death.
Note: The view switches from Willow's POV to all knowing POV, at will and at random. Sorry if it gets confusing it's just my style. Also big thanks to SquirlyforSpike who read this first and declared "excuse me while I go bum a cigarette" after she read it.
Willow sat there drained and chained to the wall of the familiar factory; naked as the day she was born. She watched mystified as Spike and Tara continued to go at it. From her count it's been seven hours since they played with her, and they're still going at it. Two beautiful monsters and their sin, lust, and love pouring into each stroke, each taste of the other. Each hard thrust met with a soft kiss, hard smacks soothed by soft rubs, cut flesh pacified with long licks.
Willow remembers hours before when they first brought her in, expecting violence, or even…rape, when they started pulling off her clothes and chaining her up. She didn't expect Spike's long tongue to tease her while Tara's hands caressed her gently. They both teased her mercilessly. Tara's soft hands played with her nipples; delicate fingers with the power to choke the life from anyone were slightly brushing against them. Spike's hands roamed up her thighs sending shocks of pleasure as his tongue, a tongue that's been coated with the blood of thousands explored inside her, brushing against her clit as he lapped her juices eagerly. By the end of it she stopped saying no and allowed him to enter her, burying himself inside her, while Tara kissed her neck, and nibbled her ears. Her body driven so wild with passion, that she stopped caring who they were and just accepted the wrong, awful pleasure. She didn't care when Tara's mouth replaced Spike's and her own lips wrapped themselves around his cock.
That was seven hours ago and they're still going at it, making love, undying, unholy love. Her eyes widen when she sees Spike's demonic visage melt into place and he bites down on Tara's creamy breast. Tara gasps, her head thrown back in ecstasy screaming her orgasm and his name, her muscles clenching around Spike's cock. Spike explodes inside Tara; her name comes loud and muffled from his lips for his face is still buried against her breast.
They collapse onto the bed, and Willow was left frustrated and forced to rub her thighs together, her hands still bound above her.
End.