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Shanna
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Spike and Willow made their way back to her room, the redhead drinking her juice and picking at the food on the plate, the vampire drinking in his witch's scent and nibbling on her neck.
Willow was quiet as they entered her room, Spike closing the door behind them. "He knows, doesn't he," she asked softly.
"Who, Peaches?" The blond put the food on the night stand on top of the other now empty plate.
"Uh-huh. I mean you guys have that whole super sniffer thing goin', right? He could smell. . .us?" Willow blushed slightly
"Yeah, but if he couldn't smell you on me, might have been these scratches on my back that gave it away." The vampire turned amused eyes on the redhead who was peering at the gouges she was just noticing.
"Oh, Goddess! I did that? I'm so sorry Spike." She hurried over, gently touching the welts and cringing at the dried blood on some of the deeper scrapes. "Do they hurt?"
The blond turned and took the witch in his arms. "Vampires like a little pain with their pleasure sometimes, pet. It's the demon in us. Craving the dark sides of things."
"The dark side? So, the other times, when it wasn't so. . .ummm, painful, that wasn't as pleasurable for you?" Willow looked almost scared of his answer. They had made love several times over the last few hours and she had enjoyed his gentle touches. What if he didn't think she was doing it right. She didn't have very much experience. She'd only been with Oz. Did werewolves do it differently?
Spike saw the worry on her expressive face and bent forward to kiss her soft and leisurely. He finally released her lips, moving to press a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. "I like this just as much as the pain. But it's like anything, Red. Too much of one thing and you get bored. Change it up a little and it keeps it fresh. 'Sides, I like takin' my time and 'splorin' your body," he teased her, swooping in to press a quick kiss to her lips again.
"Now, I believe you were just complainin' about bein' hungry. Why don't you just lay back and relax." He helped the redhead lean back against the headboard, stretched out on her bed. Spike knelt next to her, leaned across and picked up the plate from the night stand. "We've got grapes, strawberries and cheese. Poof ran out of crackers."
Willow giggled. "I kinda finished them off earlier." She leant back, watching as the vampire picked up a slice of cheese and pressed it against her mouth. She opened her lips, letting him slip it in. Their eyes locked. She'd never had anyone feed her before, well, except when she was sick. Her mom had actually fed her chicken soup once or twice when she was little. Hard to believe Sheila Rosenburg had once acted domesticated. But being fed by Spike was nothing like being fed by her mother. He traced her lips with the pads of his fingers as she chewed the cheese. She swallowed the food audibly as he reached for a strawberry.
Her vampire ran the chilled fruit over her lips, teasing her with it. Each time she tried to take a bite, he pulled it away from her until she was leaning forward close enough for him to duck his head and brush his lips against hers. As Willow attempted to deepen the kiss, the blond pulled away and slid the tip of the strawberry between her wet lips. She bit into the large berry, chewing as she leaned back again, licking the juice from her mouth. Her eyes were a smoldering jade green as Spike smirked at her.
He could smell her arousal clearly, and it only increased as he reached for the belt of her robe, giving it a tug and releasing the tie. He parted the pink chenille, baring his naked witch to blue eyes flecked with gold. Her pale flesh marred only by the bites on her neck and the twin puncture wounds on her right breast just above the pink of the aureole.
Spike bent forward, nuzzling his nose through the ringlets at the apex of her thighs. He inhaled deeply, growling at the heady scent of his witch. The vampire placed a smattering of soft kisses against the curls before glancing up to see the redhead's dilated eyes. He slipped his cool hand between her heated thighs and urged them apart before moving to kneel within their cradle.
The Brit felt himself hardening as he looked at his Red sprawled before him, leaning against the pillows and headboard, robe parted to reveal her soft flushed body. The marks showed his claim on the young woman before him and left his demon gleeful in its possessiveness. "Mine," he whispered, eyes shining gold.
Willow felt a shiver of pleasure and fear run through her as he flashed her some fang. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but after fighting demons for so long with the Slayer, you see fang, you think 'uh-oh'. She reached a hand out, running it over his bare chest down to where his zipper was half open, her fingers finding a narrow trail of light brown hair leading into his jeans. The witch felt the bleached vampire's stomach quiver at her touch. "Mine," she replied solemnly.
Spike arched his brows in surprise at the redhead's declaration, then moaned softly, leaning closer to hover over her. He raised the almost forgotten berry and rubbed it over Willow's lips, then trailed the juicy fruit over her chin, down her arched throat, down further between her breasts. The vampire grinned mischievously, hearing his witch's breath catch as he teased her nipples with the cool sticky fruit, leaving them stained darker with its juice. He circled each aureole, lightly brushing until the tips of her breasts were swollen and taut, begging for his touch. Then Spike gently slid fangs into the twin holes in her breast, sucking gently, just enough to get blood flowing back to the surface again.
One hand squeezed the soft mound he was suckling on, tongue flicking the nipple until the witch was moaning and writhing beneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on. The other hand kept equally as busy feeding Willow the remains of the strawberry. With each squeeze of his hand, Spike felt his Red's sweet blood pumped into his hungry mouth. He hadn't lied to Angel. He was full and didn't need to drink of her at this point, but he did need so badly to taste her again.
Willow watched the blond head at her breast, feeling the suction tugging on her nipple. She nibbled at the berry before pulling the stem from his fingers and placing it on the plate, pulling his fingers to her mouth before he could slide it away from her. Feeling her lust grow with each touch, each sigh and moan, Willow began sucking each finger clean, tongue lapping at the sticky tips.
Spike's eyes narrowed as his witch took his index finger into her warm wet mouth, suckling, letting her lips glide up and down the digit. He began moving his finger on his own, sliding it in and out from between her lips imagining those soft lips wrapped around his now throbbing cock. He ground himself against her wet sex, moaning against her pale skin.
He withdrew his fangs reluctantly, massaging her breast one last time, watching the blood pool at the surface and slide in a trail over her nipple and onto her flat stomach. Spike lapped up the spilt blood and a rumble of pleasure sounded in his chest when the redhead's hands slid under the waistband of his jeans to squeeze the pale globes of his ass, pulling his straining erection tightly against her hot center.
The blond moved closer, running his tongue over the path the strawberry had just taken, feeling his cock jump as he sensed Willow's heart rate increase and heard the soft gasp of pleasure escaping her sticky lips. Spike licked his way back up to her mouth, his tongue flattened against the redhead's warm flesh, cleaning her of the sweet juices left behind. Cool lips crashed over hot and the witch pulled the hard body above her down to lay across her, chest to chest and wrapped her legs about his waist, grinding up against him.
He kissed her breathless, nipping at her lower lip then sucking it as she gasped for air. Spike felt Willow's fingers slide around to the front of his jeans, between their aroused bodies, and tug at his zipper, pulling it down. She slipped her hands beneath the waistband again at his hips, pushing the denim down, releasing his swollen member. "Take them off," the aroused witch begged.
Spike raised himself, letting her push them down further. The redhead using her foot to tangle in the material and push it down his legs until he could kick himself free of the restraining clothing. The vampire moved to position himself at his witch's wet opening, but she shook her head and instead tugged at his arm. "Come here," she whispered almost shyly.
Willow urged him to straddle her upper body, pulling him closer. He knelt with his legs on either side of her, his pale erection brushing against her lips. Her tongue darted out, flicking over the head and felt his eyes boring into her. One hand slipped up to cup and tug on the vampire's sac as she nibbled her way along his length.
Spike gripped the top of the headboard and threw his head back, fighting his demon's urge to shove his length down her throat and fuck her mouth silly. Instead he allowed his Red her time to play, feeling her talented tongue rubbing along his underside. Openmouthed kisses teased his hard shaft with their heat on cool flesh, seeming to scorch him to his very center.
Just as the blond thought he would lose all control, warm lips wrapped about the head of his cock, sucking softly as Willow's tongue explored the tip with her tongue. The redhead smiled about the erection in her mouth. Goddess he tasted good. She might not be very experienced, but this. . .this lesson she had learned well, Oz had made sure of that.
Pushing thoughts of her ex-boyfriend from her mind, she went to work using the lessons he had taught her in an attempt to turn her lover into a snarling, moaning, growling mass of vampire flesh. She wanted to make him beg as he had made her earlier. She ringed her fingers about the base of his shaft, stroking slowly in time with her mouth.
Willow took more and more of him, her lips gliding along, tongue exploring every ridge. She let her teeth lightly scrape along his length and heard the vampire suck in an unneeded breath. The redhead increased the pressure of her mouth, moving back and forth a bit faster, taking Spike deeper still until she released her fingers from his cock and relaxed her throat, letting him slide fully in.
"Fuck, Red!" Spike's eyes sprung open and he looked down to watch his witch take every bit of his hard shaft into her steaming hot mouth. The vampire's hips thrust forward instinctively and he groaned with the effort it took to still his body once again. But Willow wasn't having any of that. Spike's witch gripped his hips and urged them into a rocking motion, letting him thrust into her greedy mouth. Once she set the rhythm for him, one hand glided back to tug and massage the heavy balls slapping her chin continually and the other slid around, fingers exploring the crack of the vampire's pale ass.
The blonde's hips moved deeply, fucking his witch's mouth and he grunted when he felt her fingers teasing his bottom, felt them slide down to circle his puckered anus. Willow's green eyes locked on her vampire and she knew he was having a hard time holding the demon back. His face was morphing back and forth constantly and she could feel the difference in the thrusts of his cock. Spike was thrusting with tight control, but when the demon came out to play, it was a harsher grinding of his member in her mouth and throat.
She wanted to make him lose control. She wanted to make him forget she was a fragile human. He liked the darker side sometimes? Well, then, she was willing to let a little of her Evil Vamp self out to play too.
Green eyes locked on gold as she pressed her index finger into the blonde's tight ass. "Bloody hell, Willow!" Spike snarled at the feel of her finger probing his tight passage. "Willow, luv, don't. I can't. . .I don't want to hurt you, pet," he ground out between clenched teeth, his fangs cutting his lip with the effort it took to restrain himself.
Ignoring his warning, the redhead slid a second finger into the vampire, thrusting them roughly in his clenched ass. The suction she applied around his cock increased and she bobbed her head quickly on his pumping length. Willow pressed her thighs together tightly. His reaction to her had her so hot. She, who had always thought love was soft kisses and touches and gentle lovemaking, found herself aroused by the roughness of the vampire above her.
The witch decided to add a little more spice to the mix and raked her nails along his sac, her tongue swirling around his hard cock, and she began to twist her fingers with every thrust into his ass. Then she was being dragged up and away from him, feeling his length sliding from her lips. Breathing harshly, Willow as aware of a loud roar and then Spike's throbbing length was slammed into her wet grasping center. Her strangled cry was muffled by the mouth slammed down upon hers. She felt her lips and tongue tear on sharp fangs.
Spike had yanked his witch from his cock and pulled her up against the headboard before burying himself in her tight passage. She was slick with passion as he battered her body, fucking into her animalistically. He ground their upper bodies together, feeling her soft breasts against his chest, her taut nipples pressing into him. His demon roared, feeling the restraints lifted from it, feeling their Red's acceptance.
She returned his kiss with equal fervor. Wrapping pale thighs around Spike's waist and bucking to meet his brutal thrusts, Willow was ground back against the headboard, causing it to crash again and again into the wall behind it. Both were spiraling out of control, the vampire growling and snarling against battered lips, the witch reveling in the blonde's passionate attack on her body.
Willow was the first to pull back, eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling, screaming her release, then lowering her head she clamped her teeth onto his collarbone. "Fuck!" Spike roared his approval and sank his fangs harshly into his witch's shoulder, thrusting hard and holding himself deep within her convulsing heat, his cock erupted, spewing his dead seed into her depths. Spike and Willow shuddered together, their bodies trembling from the violent orgasms raging through them.
Still connected, they slid boneless down onto the bed. The redhead's harsh breathing was the only sound in the room's stillness. Her shaking hands rubbed her vampire's back soothingly, legs sliding limply from his waist to the mattress. Spike lay dazed, his head resting in the crook of Willow's neck, listening to her pounding pulse begin to slow. He could still feel the fluttering of her muscles around his cock as she experienced the aftershocks of her climax.
"Bloody hell, Red," he moaned, "where did you learn that?"
When she didn't respond, the blond looked down at her, worried. "Willow?"
"Uh, . . ." *gasp* ". . .yeah." *pant* "I'm here. Just. . .wow!"
Spike chuckled, "Well put, pet." He then frowned when he noticed how jagged his last bite was on her shoulder. The vampire traced it gently with a fingertip. "I didn't hurt ya, did I Red?"
"Hurt?. . . No. . .No hurt. . .Good. . .Hot. . .Wow!" Willow's brain wasn't exactly up to stringing together words to form sentences at the moment. She wondered in fragments if this was how Buffy's thought process had worked when she'd turned all Cave-Slayer.
"What you did to me. . .you were amazing, sweets." Spike brushed a kiss against the corner of her mouth.
The redhead giggled and arched a questioning brow at him. "Sweets? I go all naughty and you call me sweets?"
"Sweet music to my demon," he grinned. "Bloody amazin', pet."
"Mmm-hmmm. Amazing." Willow yawned widely. "Pooped now. Sleep?"
"Sounds like a plan." Spike rolled over to his side, pulling her against his body and wrapped pale arms around her. Willow reached down and tugged the covers haphazardly over their spent forms and immediately drifted off into an exhausted slumber.
The blond lay there, letting his hands caress the woman in his embrace. He savored her warmth, the softness of her pale skin. So fragile looking, but so strong. Then he cocked his head, turning narrowed eyes to the doorway and emitting a low warning growl.
Angel stood there in silence. He had felt the tug of Spike's demon through their bond, had felt its craving for violence and worried about Willow, especially when he got outside the door and heard her whimpers and cries. He had let himself into the unlocked room and had caught the tail end of the steamiest sex he'd seen since his days touring Europe with Darla and the others.
Willow's scream of pleasure as her orgasm slammed through her body had caused his cock to tighten painfully. Then when he watched her latch onto his grand-childe with her teeth, he thought he'd cum right then and there.
He walked further into the room, cautiously approaching the demon in bed gripping its redhead possessively. He didn't know why he was still here. Angel knew Willow was all right. He'd heard her say as much. The dark vampire was being drawn by something in the air. Was it the smell of the sex, that of Spike, or Willow. Maybe it was the blood. There was that whole bloodlust thing Cordy had brought up today. His demon was raging within him and he wasn't exactly sure why. It wasn't that Angelus wanted him to have sex with Willow. Definitely not now that he knew she would secure his soul.
He moved mindlessly to the bed and stood there, his eyes locked with Spike's. "Mine," the blond whispered harshly.
Angel knelt on the bed and leaned over the younger vampire. He ground his lips against the blonde's. "Mine," he whispered. Then he moved to softly kiss the hair at Willow's temple. "Yours *and* mine. Ours."
The older vampire pulled off his robe and tossed it to the floor, leaving him in only his boxers. He slipped beneath the covers and pulled a sleeping witch and a wary vampire into his strong embrace. Mine, he thought, his eyes flashing gold at his grand-childe.
"The Blood Oath," Spike hissed.
"You said after it was done, no reminders. It hasn't been done yet, so for now, you're both mine. I claim Right of the Sire." Even as the words left his mouth, he couldn't explain it. He just needed this, needed them right now. Wanting to reassure the younger vamp, Angel leaned over the sleeping witch and kissed him slowly, holding his head in place when Spike tried to pull away. "Ye were always me favorite, even if ye weren't me own childe," he whispered, a hint of his lost Irish brogue brought out by the depth of emotion he was experiencing.
Despite his best efforts, the blond couldn't help but feel his demon puff up with pride at his grand-sire's words. The hostility faded from his face to be replaced by sadness. "I love her, Sire" he whispered.
"I know you do. I'm just asking you to let me love you both, even if it's just for a little while." Angel could no longer hide the loneliness in his eyes.
Spike cursed his soft heart as he heard himself reply, "Maybe just for a little while."
Hope filled the dark vampire's unbeating heart at the blonde's words.
"Now, go the hell to sleep. Witch damn near killed me and I need my rest." The younger vampire grumbled before snuggling close to Willow, draping a leg over her hip, letting his foot rest against his grand-sire's muscular thigh and wrapped an arm about them both.
Angel settled down, burying his nose in the redhead's tousled hair and slid his own arm around to embrace the couple, pressing one thigh between the witch's soft legs. He thought to himself just before drifting off into a dreamless sleep, "I don't know how, but maybe things will work out after all."
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