Fueled Enchantment

Chapter 10


The two blonds left the meeting as soon as possible. Spike dragged Buffy to the door, grabbed
and umbrella and gloves to protect himself from any possibility of sunlight, though the day was
overcast and dizzily, and they sprinted hand in hand to the garage.


"So, what errands are we going to run?" She a.
.


He grinned. "Find a nice motel? Or bed and breakfast? Get away from all those people? I don't
want to share you."


She smiled. " Just what I was thinking."


Spike found a bed and breakfast not an hour away that was perfect. The house was surrounded
by deep thick trees and had a hidden fairytale cottage feel.


The room was called the Northern Lights. It had a fire place, already lit and scented with pine. A
large sleigh bed of heavy knotted wood was placed at an angle. It was covered in a featherbed and
the duvet cover was quilted and embroidered in dark blue and a rosy red. Fuzzy sheepskin rugs in
the same colors were on the gleaming hardwood floor on either side of the bed, and a large one
was placed in front of the fireplace, and behind that was a rose velvet love seat. The one window
was shuttered with a wooden slat shutter, decorated in folk art lovers, hearts and flowers.


A large, claw footed brass tub sat under the widow. "The tub is on wheels, and it has hoses, so
the tub can be placed in front of the fire place, very cozy." The smiling proprietor showed them
how it worked and then left them with a pleasant good afternoon.


"Wow. Oh, wow." Was all Buffy could say. Spike chuckled. He had paid for the room with cash
he'd had on him when he was pulled to this dimension. It was fun to be able to afford something
like this for his girl, after those years of pathetic poverty in Sunnydale. He tossed the sheepskins in
front of the fire place onto the love seat and pulled the tub in front of the roaring fire, and turned
on the water taps to fill it.


Buffy explored and found two soft fleece robes, one blue, one rose, and threw them on the couch,
for later. She found bath beads and soon the room was filled with the smell of vanilla mixed with
pine.


"Time for your bath, little girl." Spike's voice was low and gravely, sending shivers down her
spine.


"Little girl, am I? Then who are you?"


He vamped out and grinned. "I'm the big bad wolf, of course."


She giggled.


He turned off the lights so the only light in the shuttered room came from the fire. He put two
more logs on it, and looked at Buffy, who had yet to take off a stitch of clothing.


"If I undress you, something is likely to get torn," he growled, still in game face. Buffy's eyes
widened and she began to undress. Spike did not move from where he crouched by the fire, his
eyes following her every move with an intensity that made her self conscious.


She pulled off her jacket, that was easy. Then her boots. And socks. He looked at her bare toes as
if he wanted to eat them.


She was wearing a blue buttoned cardigan over a tank top, and she awkwardly popped the pearl
buttons open before shrugging slowly out of it. Spike made a sound that reminded her of a puppy
whining f tre treat.


"You're doing this to drive me crazy, right?" His voice was still rough.


"What?" Then it dawned on her. He thought she was teasing him, when really she had just been
feeling a little shy. She hadn't stripped for anyone since their wild affair back in Sunnydale, years
ago. She felt her confidence rush back and she grinned.


Her tank top came next. She crossed her arms in front of herself and grasped it, wiggling a little as
she slowly pulled it over her head to reveal her blue lace bra. She moved as if to unhook it and felt
his golden eye nearly burning into her. Then she slipped her hands down to her jeans, unzipped
them slowly, and shimmied out of them with exaggerated hip moves, leaving herself in just the bra
and the matching blue lace thong. She turned around and picked up her clothes, tossing them on
the love seat and giving Spike a good look at the strip of blue lace between her cheeks.


When she turned back, he was standing behind her, hands at his side, not touching. 'Take off the
rest," he growled, flexing his hands into his jeans. Still vamped out, his hands ended in claws, that
like a cats, could extend to rend and tear. She was surprised he was still vamped out, he had never
done that before for more than a moment or two. She reached up and stroked the ridges over his
eyes and he again surprised her with a rough purring sound, like a tiger purring.


"All right. Then I'll undress you, so you don't shred your clothes."


She slowly unhooked her bra and let the straps fall down her arms while holding the cups up with
her hands. Slowly she lowered her hands. When her pink nipples were revealed, he growled. She
tossed it behind her, moving so that one peak nearly touched him. Then she shimmied out of the
panties, deliberately brushing her knees and thighs against him. He growled again, and snatched
the scrap of lace from her hand before she could toss it to the love seat. He cupped it to his nose
and breathed in, and then flicked his tongue out, tasting the damp fabric, closing his eyes in near
ecstacy.


Buffy let him play with her panties as she helped him out of his boots. Then she unbuttoned the
shirt he was wearing, pulling it roughly from the waist band of his pants and tossing it to the love
seat. His chest was now bare, all that smooth sculpted flesh. She slid her hands down it, slowly,
making him growl again. She licked a nipple before she moved her hands to his slacks.


They were getting quite a zipper workout, she noticed. Gently she unbuttoned and drew the
zipper down, freeing his aroused cock, and he stepped out of the pants.


She gasped. "That changes? When you're vamped?" The head was huge, nearly the size of her
fist, and dark red.


"Yeah...but I'll pull the demon back, before we...I just want to smell you, and hear you," His
tongue, longer and rougher than she remembered, stroked up the side of her neck and trailed to
her mouth, "And taste you. It's all...enhanced...when I'm vamped." They kissed for a long time,
their tongues caressing each other.


She slid her hand around the large bulbous head of his cock. "How about this? Is it enhanced,
too?"


"Oh, yeah," He was all growl now. "And you'd have to fuck it hard for half the day to get it soft.
In fact, I don't think you'd manage at all this time. Maybe after we've been together awhile, it
would calm down." He resumed licking her necd chd cheeks.


"It? You mean your demon?" She continued to caress the head of his cock, feeling the silvery
liquid ooze out of his slit and rubbing it into his skin. His arms snaked around her, and she could
feel his sheathed claws gripping into her buttocks.


"Yeah. Just dying to do it with you. Wanted you all these years, the beast has." He reached and
turned off the faucet, and turned on some jets and then pulled her into the tub on top of him.


The water was hot and silky against their skin, due to the bath beads, and smelled so good. It
warmed up Spike's cool flesh in a moment. Buffy slid against his smooth skin and kissed him,
demon face and all.


"beasbeast is going to taste you everywhere, little girl," he moaned. He lifted he under her arms
until her small perfect breasts were at his lips. Then the licking began, long rough strokes that
lapped every inch of her neck and chest. He licked her nipples into hard peaks but growled when
she wanted him to suck them and instead turned his attention to her arms and arm pits.


He licked every inch of her front, down to her belly button, and then flipped her around until her
breasts were smashed against the high back of the brass tub, which was warm from the heat of the
water and the fire.. His tongue found the back of her neck, and then proceeded to lick down her
spine, her sides, her shoulder blades...


He growled when he reached the hot water lapping around her waist. One steel strong arm snaked
around her and pulled her hips out of the water, so her bottom was in his face. Holding her hips
up, he licked that flesh, but now he added small gentle bites all over her bottom, but not breaking
the skin.


Buffy shivered in delight. Every stroke of his rough tongue sent a thrill though her body, shooting
straight to her clit and pussy, making her squirm. Then his tongue reached the slit between her
cheeks and he began to lick and probed with renewed intensity. She moaned, unable to contain
herself. Other lovers had wanted to 'do' her there, but none had ever worshiped her there with
tongue and lips and teeth, except Spike. His rough tongue licked and probed at her puckered
opening for a long moment until her flipped her around with a growl.


Buffy moaned and lifted her legs wide apart, to give him access, but he let her hips slide back into
the warm water and grabbed a foot. He thoroughly licked and sucked each toe, every bump and
hollow of her foot before nipping and licking up her leg. As he neared her pussy he took deep
sniffs of air but pulled away and found her other foot.


Buffy was in delicious agony by the time he reached her upper thigh. She wanted his touch
between her legs so bad. She was having a hard time keeping her own hands out of the area, and
found a little relief by pulling on her nipples.


Spike pulled her legs over his shoulders and she had to leave her nipples to grip the sides of the
tub. He was sniffing and growling like a hungry beast as he neared her pussy, which was dripping
wet. Then his rough tongue began lapping her, swallowing her juices greedily, and he was once
again making that rough purr. He licked he forever, as her body continued to pour more sweet
liquid for him.


Then she felt his tongue become soft, silky. She opened her eyes and saw his sapphire ones
looking up at her, the bumpies gone. His smooth tongue slicked over her clit and she cried out.
He did it again and again, licking and sucking her nub, while his fingers found her pussy and
plunged inside. fel felt her whole body begin to tighten and she wiggled her clit tighter against
his moth. He sucked hard and she couldn't breathe. Then she exploded , gasping for breath and
calling his name, pulling his beautiful face to her own so she could kiss him.


"In me, now.." she moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips, and he rammed his smooth hard
steel into her, groaning her name as he did.


He plunged wildly, little control left.


"Let him out." She moaned into his mouth, "Let my beast out."


"Ah, god, Buffy!. I don't have the control. The demon will finish it." Spike moaned against her
lips.


" Finish?" She didn't understand.


"Bite. Claim you when he comes."


Her fingers crept to the scar on her neck that Angel had made all those years ago.


Spike snorted. "Even as a full demon I wouldn't go for the artery, luv. Demon isn't an idiot." His
long fingers cupped her breast and one finger rubbed on the soft flesh above her nipple. "Always
wanted my bite to be here, where you're so soft and pretty. Just for me and you to know."


His eyes betrayed his longing to claim her. He ducked his head to her breast almost shyly.


"Do it," she urged him, "Bring out the demon."

Spike shook on top of her, and then with a feral roar his face changed and his demon came out,
golden eyes blazing into her own.


She felt the change inside her body and gasped. He was huge. So huge she couldn't move. "I c-can't move," She moaned. "You're... ah." The fullness was exquisite.


He began pumping slowly, gently, in and out. "You lie still and let me do all the work," he
growled.


With every thrust he pulled up, pressing his shaft against her clit for a moment before plowing
deep. He did it until she was wild and she came around him, her muscles convulsing around his
fist like rod..


With a roar like a jungle cat's, he plunged his feral teeth into her upper breast. He lifted his head,
mouth covered in her blood. "Mine," he growled, and then slid his teeth back in, licking and
sucking while he slammed his engorged rod into her, and she came again in the intense pleasure
and pain she was swept into.


"Mine," he continued to growl as he removed his fangs, licking and pressing the small wounds
with his tongue to stop the bleeding.


"Mine," he whispered, back in human face, looking deep into her eyes.


Buffy slid her arms around his neck and held him tightly against her. "Mine," she whispered as she
feathered kisses over his face, meeting his blue eyes with her own.