Within a few hours Selene had secured a shape-shifting demon to play the role of Spike in Trinity's twisted fantasy.
At the scene Angel tilted his head, "The girl sure is...enthusiastic."
Selene merely frowned, "But why would one have sex with their father?"
He shrugged and shook his head, "I can't begin to imagine why lover."
Softly the ancient buried her head into her husband, listening to the pair before "Spike" left the woman, enjoying Angel's gentle embrace around her smaller frame.
Back in the Pratt apartment, Mana sighed picking up her cell and dialed Spike's number, waiting for him to answer, "Spike. Problem. Come." With that she hung up.
Instantly the Brit dropped the book he was reading and rushed out of the locked L.A. library. When he arrived the teen was seated at her vanity in nothing more than a silk bathrobe that was open, her pregnancy protruding slightly. "Took you long enough," she giggled softly.
"What's the emergency love?" Spike panted.
She stood and moved across to him, extremely graceful in her movement considering the growing bulge. She kissed him softly, one hand gently rubbing his crotch, "I'm horny," she murmured against his lips.
"Mmm I can see that love," he groaned softly.
At this Mana smirked and bit down on his lip softly, letting her hand slide into his jeans, gripping him lightly, "Well what do you propose to do about it?"
"Well I could throw your little tail down and ravage you till the psychotic stray came in and beat me with my own severed limbs," he groaned with wide eyes.
"Mm," she hummed softly, her lips finding his neck, "Sounds good up to the beating."
"But seein as how that idea has been banished," Spike smirked, trying to get the upper hand.
This brought a little pout to the teen's face, "Aw," she sniffed with mock sadness before lowering herself to her knees and lowering his fly. "You mean you're really gonna tell me no?" she looked up at him with a look of pure innocence despite her busy hand still stroking him slowly.
Groaning again, the blond gently gripped her hair, "Naughty little tease. Nice and slow and swallow it all."
Mana giggled softly, having every intention of taking her time with him. She ran the tip of her small velvety tongue from base to tip, licking up a drop of precum that glistened like a tiny ruby on the tip, before wrapping her lips around the head with a soft suckle.
A low pleased growl flowed out of Spike as he ran his fingers through her curls, "Damnable tease aren't you?" This caused his bride to giggle around her mouthful as she drew him deeper into her mouth.
Back in the security office, Selene groaned zooming the camera in on the pair, licking her lips softly, "Mmm yes Momma. That's it, nice and deep."
Mana soon let his cock rest at the back of her throat for a moment, letting it get used to the intrusion before starting her slow rhythmic bobbing motion, bringing out another groan from Spike.
"Don't spose you're gonna kill the camera love?" he asked with a gasp.
Her only response was to mumbled something around his cock about having her hands full as she stroked him softly, caressing the treasure between his legs.
Again he groaned as he gently gripped her head, "Evil, evil love!"
Softly Mana moaned through her mouthful, the sound sending gentle vibrations through him as she quickened her pace, taking his full length with each bob.
Instantly Spike gasped shaking, "Yes! Good girl that's my love!" At this the teen closed her eyes, savoring not only her toy in her mouth, which she caressed with her tongue and her lips, but also the sounds of his pleasure, her acts coaxing purrs and soft encouragements from her lover who slowly pushed her to the bed.
She reluctantly released her prize with a whimper, "Why're you making me stop?"
Smirking devilishly he replied, "I'm not love."
"You took my toy away," she pouted, reaching out to stroke him as he gently pinned her down. Softly he stroked the side of her mouth before sliding his entire muscle into the warm wet passage, watching the immortal teen's eyes close as she greedily accepted it with a moan.
Slowly Spike took to task, murmuring about how he wanted to take her when the twins came. Mana suckled softly on him as her hand moved to rub herself, hips rocking against her stroking fingers as she continued to moan softly.
Suddenly Selene whimpered softly, before freezing and upon hearing footfalls behind her, slammed the camera to another angle to avoid being caught at her sinful act. Turning her camera back to Trinity, a frown crossed her face at the now apparently four month pregnant female. "I want her DNA," she snapped to a nearby assistant.