The corpse fell with a loud thud and now Spike was staring at her, watching her morph out of her demon face, watching her raise her arms in the air and stroking her hair as if in ecstasy, watching her sensual mouth and her chin caked in blood. Scarlett was about to say something, about to wipe the blood off her face, but before she could do anything at all, Spike charged at her, pinned her to a wall and began kissing her violently, licking the blood off her face. He was gonna enjoy the moment for as long as it lasted, even if she beat him to a bloody pulp, it would still be worth it. But to Spike's pleasant surprise, she was returning the kiss with equal passion and violence, and now she was licking the blood off his chin. She broke the kiss for a moment, stared into his blue eyes and resumed. He could hear her faintly moaning through the kiss, could feel her body pressing hard on him, he wanted her badly.
Spike was beginning to unzip her pants, when she suddenly broke away once more and picked up her coat, but before he could grunt in protest she dragged him across the street. Between violent kisses, Scarlett forcefully opened a door, breaking the lock, and both vampires entered, closing the door behind them. Since he felt no mystical barrier, Spike realized this was either an abandoned place or a nest. Either way, he didn't care what it was, all he wanted was to sate the overwhelming lust coursing through him. He pushed her hard against a wall and resumed unzipping her pants, just as she was taking his shirt off, then his pants. And once there was nothing between their skins, he picked her up, legs around his waist, walked a few meters to a ragged mattress he spotted and crashed on top of her.
He slowly traced his fingers down her spine and he felt her arc, a soft moan escaping her mouth. "You like that, pet?", he asked seductively in her ear, already knowing the answer. She dug her fingernails in his back in response. Spike was kissing and nibbling her neck, and slowly began working his way down to her chest, licking and kissing her soft skin, her scent invading his nostrils and fueling his fire. His hand slowly traveled from her breast to her lower stomach. He looked up and smirked, taunting her, and Scarlett pulled him to her, forcing her tongue into his mouth; grunting in pleasure, Spike felt her hand grab his and slowly direct it towards her pelvis. He could feel her urge in her subtle moves, in the way her other hand was squeezing his shoulder. "Please," she whispered, and he obliged. She moaned in his mouth when she felt his fingers in, and Spike lost himself in ecstasy at the feel of her moist skin, and after a while, when he had her exactly where he wanted her, his inner demon took over. Spike violently pinned Scarlett's arms above her head, made her his prey and penetrated her; she let out a cry that fueled him even more, made him kiss her and bite her neck harder. With slight effort, she set her arms free and once more she dug her fingernails in the flesh of his back. It hurt him but he didn't care, it made him ram her harder, faster, made them moan louder. He was lost in her, nothing restraining him, feeling completely free. And suddenly he felt her fangs sink hard in his neck, like a violent kiss, and Spike screamed in pleasure and pain. He felt her tongue lick his blood, still biting. "Fine, luv, I can play that game too," he moaned, then morphed and sank his fangs in her.
W-w-what?! H-how?! Her blood, it tastes... Spike couldn't believe what he was experiencing, he had to be hallucinating or dreaming. God, it's been over a century since I felt so clearly this particular taste in my mouth. He could already feel the effects. His lust escalated, so did his pace. And is even more powerful than I remember. He let her blood flow and wash over in his mouth. The powerful aphrodisiac was fueling his urges and his violent passion, he let go of her neck, morphed out and plucked her face off his neck to kiss her once more. He felt as time and space stopped, there was only the sounds of their moaning, nothing mattered except for the lust. And when he thought his desire couldn't escalate more, he felt her quiver as she climaxed, but he didn't want to just yet, he wanted to extend it as much as he could, and a few instants later, he climaxed as well.
Reality slowly crawled back in and Spike started to feel the slight pain in his neck, but didn't care. He rolled away next to her, she was still agitated staring at the ceiling, he wanted so badly to know what was going on in her mind, and before he could ask she got up and walked to where their clothes were. "Running away already?" he asked, feeling annoyed. "No, I just want a smoke, you want one?" she replied as she fished the package and lighter from her coat's pocket. "Sure, pet," he said relieved while staring at her as she walked back to the mattress and lie down. Scarlett handed him a cigarette while she lit her own and then his. He rolled on his side, propped on his elbow and watched her. He liked that she didn't try to cover her nudity and realized his lust wasn't fully sated. His eyes slowly traveled back to her neck, to his bite mark.
"Did you know that your blood still tastes of Slayer's blood?", he asked absently while taking a drag from his cigarette and she eyed him confused. "Have you ever tasted your own blood, pet?", he added amusingly. "Well, yeah, you know, the usual lick on a wound but nothing else. What's the big deal?" she replied as if lost. He chuckled, "haven't you noticed the particular strong taste?", he teased. "Yeah, I figured that's what vampire's blood tastes, you know, but I just tasted yours and is completely different," she countered while buttering her cigarette. He traced his fingers along her long hair, "the blood of a Slayer is the most exquisite blood a vampire could ever taste. It gives us a rush of strength, at least for a short while, among other effects," he smiled seductively while putting out his own cigarette. "So my blood made you stronger?" she asked provocatively while tracing a finger along his chest. "Yes, a little bit it did, but that's not the point. It's the other effect I'm talking about," he whispered while licking her neck wound, "you see, the blood of a Slayer is a powerful aphrodisiac, and somehow yours happens to be extra concentrated. I only drank a bit of yours and it felt as if I fully drained a Slayer," he concluded.
"Aphrodisiac, eh?" she smiled coyly, and Spike slowly nodded and added, "let me show you." He rolled her on top of him and sat up while ever so slowly bucking his hips, letting her feel his hard flesh against her. He stared at Scarlett and morphed once more as he slid back inside her, she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure; and again Spike sank his fangs where he had before. She screamed in slight pain but didn't stop him, and he let her blood flow freely. He soaked his forefinger in her blood, "it's time you have a proper taste, pet," he purred while stuffing his finger in her mouth, "that's right, lick it clean." His lust was growing rapidly, one hand rocking her hips, the other going from her neck wound to her mouth and back again. Spike repeated the action several times, feeding her lust. Seeing her suck his finger while he was fucking her at the same time was beyond ecstatic and he was beginning to lose himself once more. Scarlett dug her own forefinger in her wound and forced it into his mouth, he saw the fire in her eyes blaze more intensely, her earlier submission now completely gone, and with that, Spike realized he was her prey now.