Dawning Realization

TITLE: Dawning Realization CHAPTER: 2 of 2 SHIP: Dawn / Spike RATING: NC17 CATEGORY: Erotica, Angst SPOILERS: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 5, 6 & 7, 2nd last episode and Finale DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Josh Wedon and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. UNIVERSE: The Buffy The Vampire Slayer universe mostly unaltered. The night before the finale. On account of the fact that this is a fantasy we can overlook the underage thing. OK? OK CHAPTER TWO After he guides her panties down her legs and she steps out of them. She feels his blow lightly on her exposed sex and then she had to clutch at his shoulders for balance when her legs go rubbery as he plants a wet kiss at the top of her snatch. Strong hands support her and knead the skin of her hips as he lowers his head and begins to lap at her folds with long, steady strokes. She drew in a sharp breath at the first tough of his tongue, blinking rapidly as she tries to process the completely new sensation. She sighs as his tongue delves between her folds and her fingers tense against the skin of his shoulders and she unconsciously pushes forward against his lips, her hips undulating. She gasps and feels her eyes widen when his lips find the top of her slit and the exposed pearl of her clit. The jolt of pleasure as he sucks is like a shock that makes her stomach quiver and her legs go weak and she is thankful for his strong hands holding her up. Her body is awash with sensation as his lips, tongue and even his teeth create pleasure on her intimate flesh. Her sex clenches and twists against itself in reaction and she can feel herself flood warmly only to have her juices collected by his talented tongue, starting the process over again. This was not what she had imagined, but it was oh so much more. She is almost floating in a haze of never-before-felt sensations, connected tenuously to the world by his hands and her hips and hers on his shoulders. Her teeth worry at her lower lip as she catalogues each new discovered tingle of sensation as he skillfully explores her sex with his mouth and then the light probing touch of his fingers. She found herself looking down at him almost uncomprehending as he slid first one finger and then another inside her, exploring deeper than his tongue had gone. His touch is sure and he finds the little secret, special places, she herself has found, but made new by the fingers not being her own, making her breath hitch and her heart beat a racing, staccato beat against her ribs. She feels her sex clench against his probing digits as electric jolts of pleasure radiate into her body and her cream hotly floods around them. She lets out a sound of dissatisfaction and disappointment when he lifts his lips and withdraws his fingers from her flesh and the world snaps back into existence. She looks down to see him lick his fingers and then his lips with relish before smiling up at her. "You taste even better than you smell, like honey and cinnamon." He tells her softly and she is surprised to find that despite what he has just done, it's his soft, earnest words that makes her blush. She sees his smile widen. He rises and guides her onto the cot. The blanket feels coarse under her back and she can't stop nervously worrying at her lower lip as she watches him strip off his trousers. She notices, almost absently, that he doesn't wear underwear. He looks down at her and she can still sense some, not-quite hesitance, but more a final question of her resolve in his pause. She reaches up, takes his hand and guides it to her breast. She is surprised by the wantonness her actions, but she finds that she now wants to go where this journey will eventually lead as the nervous energy she had when she had originally made the decision returns. His fingers are cool on her hot skin and she presses his fingers to her flesh for a moment before letting go. His touch is new and intriguing. No one, besides herself has touched her this intimately as his hands slowly begin to explore her firm globe. His hand warms up as it fondles and explores her breast, but still sends shivers down her spine as he finds the straining peak of her nipple and slowly rolls the firm sensitive nub with his them. Her shoulders dig into the blanket beneath them and the cot creaks softly as she presses herself against his palm and caressing fingers. He climbs onto the cot with her and it sags slightly under their combined weight. She spreads her legs as he moves between them. She licks her lips nervously as she feels his throbbing erection slide lightly against the inside of her thigh before he stops moving and looks down at her, propped up on his elbow next to her arms. She looks up into his dark eyes, made even darker by his pale skin. His other hand still continues to lightly caress the flesh of her breast and the nipple at its peak. Her skin feels alive and registers every touch of his skin against hers. Her wide eyes flutter closed when he lowers his head, and his lips to hers. The kiss starts of soft and tender, and slowly grows with intensity as his tongue probes between her lips and she parts them to allow him entrance. She can taste herself on his lips and in his mouth when her tongue tentatively slides into his mouth. Her nervousness fades with the pleasure and renewed arousal his kiss, hand and body against hers and she wraps her slender arms around his neck, drawing herself up to meet his kiss. She is inexperienced, but learns from him and adapts. He is slow and gentle, giving her the time and enjoyment of experiencing the kiss even as it grows more heated and his caresses firmer. He broke their kiss and she took it as a compliment that although, strictly speaking Spike didn't have to breath, his chest was heaving just like hers as he looked down at her. "You're a good kisser, Pet." He told her. She smiled up at him, still able to taste herself as well as him in her mouth. His hand had still not stopped fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples, making it hard for her to form words as heated pleasure radiated into her chest, but her curiosity finally got the better of her enjoyment. "William?" she said his name questioningly which finally got his hand to stop, although his thumb and forefinger did not stop gently rolling the little pebble of her nipple. "Yes?" he replied. "Could I... touch?" she asked haltingly, guiding his gaze with hers to his erection where it lay pressing against her thigh. She almost feared he would laugh, but instead he removed his hand from her breast and slowly guided her hand to his cock. He wrapped her fingers around it and she felt him twitch in her and she let out a startled little squeak followed by a nervous and embarrassed laugh before she could trap her lower lip behind her teeth. He wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and guided her fist up along his length before letting her explore on her own. Faith opened the basement door slowly and slipped in, shutting the door softly behind her. She was dying for a cigarette and Spike was the only other person in the house that smoked. She froze on the second step as her vision became accustomed to the dark and her mind deciphered the sounds she was hearing. A, Slayers senses were as sharp as their natural enemy's were and she peered over the railing following the unmistakable sound of lovers. She also catches the faintest whiff the heady scent of arousal floating up to her. "Well, way to go, B." Faith thinks, reaching for the door handle to leave, but stops frowning. She'd seen Buffy on the porch moments before she'd come in here after finding her pack empty of cigarettes. Intrigued she quietly climbed halfway down the stairs until she could have a better view. She barely manages to stifle her surprised gasp as she sees Spike gently guide Buffy's sister, Dawn, nude, onto his cot. "She's grown up and have been hiding quite a body there, Dawnie." Faith thinks as she watches Spike strip off his trousers before join the young woman on the cot. The vampire was pale and lean with well-defined muscles, one in particular that made Faith reconsider Buffy's choice of lover. It did seem the Summer's girls had a penchant for screwing the undead. With, what was coming, Faith didn't begrudge the girl, correction young woman her desires. It looked extremely consensual, especially as she watched them start to kiss passionately and as long as no one found out about it, she doubted it would hurt anyone. Of, course, the right thing to do would be to quietly make her way back out of the basement and just keep an eye on the door to make sure that no one did. But, the vampire and the younger Summers sister made a very sensual couple as they made out and caressed each other. They were oblivious to her presence, as she stood quite and hidden in the shadows and she could feel her body respond to the stimulus of watching and listening to the two lovers. Her nipples were hardening, swelling and becoming erect, sliding and scraping against the material of her tank top and she could feel that special little growing tickle in her panties as they too swelled and grew wet with her nectar. She wasn't going to get the release of a cigarette without interrupting the two, so she might as well get some release another way. She quietly unbuttoned and lowered the zip of he jeans before leaning back against the wall, continuing to watch Spike and Dawn who was now exploring the vampire's dick with her slender hand. His penis was warmer than she would have thought, and smoother too. It pulsed and throbbed in her hand, feeling very alive for something attached to something undead as she stroked her fingers up and down his length. She felt a little daunted as she measured his length and girth with her hand and eyes and realized where she intended him to put it. "Don't worry, Luv. It'll fit and I'll be real gentle and go real slow, but I can't promise it won't hurt, at least a little." He told her as if reading her mind. She nodded her head, giving him a shy smile in response even as she processed the new and novel sensation of holding a male organ in her hand for the first time. His own hands explored her, his fingers gentle on her skin, leaving tingling trails as he caressed her stomach and then the curve of her hip and her thigh. His hand on her breast once again started its rhythmic squeezing and his fingers rolling her nipple, making her breathing speed up again. Her virgin sex clenched against itself as she felt her self flood warmly as she became more and more aroused. His hand left her thigh and found her sex, spreading her folds and rubbing her gently, finding her clit and making her belly shudder with surges of pleasure. Faith slid her hand into her panties, and let her fingers mimic what the vampire's were doing on Dawn. She let her hand slide up under tank top to fondle her breast and tweak her nipple. She bit her full lower lip to stifle any sounds she might inadvertently make as she pleasured herself well watching the erotic sight unfold before her. Dawn let out a little gasp as Spike lowered his head to his breast and sucked her nipple, areola and as much of her tit-flesh as he could into his warm, wet mouth before laving her hard, tight, tingly nipple with his tongue. She moaned and her back arched, pressing her breasts into his mouth and hand. Her own body kept surprising her, as it reacted to his touch and her desires. He repositioned himself until he was balance above and between her legs, his lips and hands leaving her body. "Guide me." He instructed her simply, giving her control of what was about to happen. She guided his head between her slippery, swollen folds and to her entrance. She was rather proud that her hand only trembled slightly. He smiled down at her. "Are you ready?" he asked and she nodded not quite able to find or trust her voice and let go of his penis. He pressed forward, slowly and steadily sliding into her, stretching her tight flesh. She let out a quite little: "Oh" as he drove into her, his eyes locked with hers as his shaft drew a trail of tingling, fiery friction through her virgin channel. She spread her legs further as he went deeper, keeping his pace slow, allowing her to adjust to his invasion. She didn't quite know what to do with her hands, although her fingers tensed without any conscious thought from her. She could feel him throbbing against her flesh as he drove deeper and she surrounded him. "Breath." He whispered down to her and she released the breath she hadn't known she was holding. His hips kept moving forward, his thick cock filling and stretching her until it met the barrier of her maidenhead. He pressed against it, stretching it slightly and then shifted back. He rocked back and forth, with shallow strokes, allowing her to become used to him moving inside her. She had expected more discomfort, but already the strangeness and initial strain of having something that large inside her had faded and she was experiencing little jolts of pleasure as he moved inside her. Her hips started to rise in counterpoint to his almost naturally and she felt pressure against her virginity as she pressed him against it. He drew back a little further and paused, just for a moment before thrusting forward again. Her back arched and she threw her head back, her cry becoming a loud hiss as she clamped her teeth around it and her hands scratched at his back as he tore through her hymen. His thrust had some forward momentum, with the force needed to take her physical virginity, but he stopped moving as soon as he could, stay as still as he could inside her while she processed the trauma of him breaking through her maidenhead. The sharp pain had caused her to tense, her thighs pressing tightly against his sides. She relaxed slowly, panting, She grimaced slightly as she moved and he shifted slightly inside her. "Sorry, Pet. Relax. Breath, the worst is over. It's only going to get better. I promise." He told her, gently brushing back stray curls of her long, dark hair that had fallen across her face with his fingers. "She was a virgin anymore!" the thought echoed through her mind as the sharp pain of truly loosing her virginity subsided to a dull ache. She had a moment of utter panic when the sharp tearing pain ripped through her, thinking something was terribly wrong and then she felt him sliding deeper inside her, feeling something where she had never felt something before, sparking totally new sensations and she realized that this was what she wanted. What she wanted to experience before she died. His words floated down to her, seeping into her consciousness and she did as he bid her, letting herself relax even though nervous energy danced through her system. She felt a single tear trickle down her cheek when she squeezed her eyes shut and then felt him collect it with his finger. "Are you okay?" he queried and she opened her eyes, smiling up at him. "Yes... Yes I am. I just wasn't as ready for that as I thought I was." She admitted. She saw his nostrils flare and he closed his eyes for a second, his features starting to morph to its vampire state and then snapping back to his human one. "Are you Okay?" she echoed his question. "Sorry, Dawn. Nature of the beast and all that." He told her and she frowned. "There's some blood and the scent mixed with your... excited one and my aroused state put a little strain on my control, but I've got it back now." He explained. "Oh... I didn't think... I'm..." she tried to think of something to say. "It's okay, Dawn." He told her softly, dropping his head to kiss her lips tenderly. He shifted inside her and there was only a slight twinge that tightened her eyes. She worried at her lower lip again. "You... You can feed on me a little, while we... if you like." She offered, wanting to give him something for what he was giving her. He shook his head. "I appreciate the offer, Pet, I truly do, but I don't want that to be how you remember this. This is my gift to you. Okay? " He informed her, his eyes searching hers before he started moving inside her. He slid the rest of the way into her core, steadily pressing through the tight confines of her unexplored and most intimate flesh. Faith's hands had stilled on body, even though she was well on her way to reaching her release as she heard their exchange. Her body tensed, her hands coming free of her pants and top, pushing away from the wall. He was a vampire and she was a Slayer after all. She relaxed slowly, resting back against the wall as Spike explained himself and refused Dawn's offer for him to drink from her. Dawn was either braver or stupider than Faith had thought, but the Slayer let herself be swayed to the side of courage as she watched the couple start to make love and let her fingers once again find the secret little places inside her, she had discovered all those years ago that needed to be scratched to relieve that special itch and get her climax back on track. Dawn grimaced slightly, taking deep breaths as she adjusted to Spike's thick, long filling cock. He kept his pace slow and his strokes long, mashing her clit against the base of his shaft when their bodies met. She felt herself flood with copious amounts of cream and his passage grew easier inside her and the dull ache of his passage became a steady stream of pleasurable friction. Her hips began to once again move in encouragement of his thrusting. His hand slid down along her side, some of his weight resting on her and flattening her breasts against his hard chest, her hard, nipples scraping across his skin and sparking with electric as he pumped in and out of her at a steady pace. He fondled her ass cheek for a moment and then slid his hand onto the back of her thigh and pulled up her leg. It changed the angle of his penetration and she moaned as he touched new parts of her and she wrapped her legs around him. She slid her hands down his back and found the tight globes of his ass, grasping and clutching at them to encourage him as he sped up. They shared wet, tongue tangling kisses and nipped and sucked at each others skin whenever it came into range Pleasure flooded her senses as she undulated and writhed against him. If she had been conscious of it she might have been worried about the loud, rhythmic creak of the cot, but she wasn't. They moved in co-operation and opposition, what ever made their connecting bodies join the best. She could feel sweat pop to the surface of her hot, prickly skin, to form a wet, slippery layers on which their bodies slid. His buttocks flexed and shifted under her hands as he drove into her again and again and again and again with delightful repetition and delicious friction. She felt her orgasm growing, unlike anything she had created with her own hands. She could feel her belly start to shudder as the muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession as he thrust and they ground together. Her breathing grew rapid as she panted for air and her heart rattled her ribs as raced. The wave of her orgasm grew higher and higher with each of Spike's deep, steady strokes. He sways back and forth in her vision, she could see the corded muscles of his neck standing out as his jaw clenched with strain. Pleasurable energy rolled through her, gathering speed and momentum, driving the wave up and forward like a hurricane gale and then suddenly it reached the point of not return, crested and crash down thunderously on the shore of a white-hot, blinding climax unlike anything she had experienced before. She actually shook as her sex clamped down on his shaft as it buried itself in her molten core and her spine formed a tensed bow as her back muscles locked, pressing her hard against him as her head shot back leaving her balanced on it and her butt. Her eyes went wide and sightless as a hoarse, stuttered cry tore from her throat, beyond her control to stop or stifle. She would never know what fates or divine intervention made it possible for no one in the house above to hear her and come and investigate. She might have heard Spike grunt, but sounds were hard to make out above the blood pounding in her ears. Her heels drummed against the back of his thighs as she felt her sex flood hot with even more of her juices. She felt him expand against her tightly clenched flesh and then felt even more liquid heat splash into her core, triggering several more heavy surges of pleasure that made her ripple around his hard, pulsing shaft. Her senses were on fire, buzzing with intense sensations that were pushing her to overload. They shut down, one after the other almost in self-defense until she was floating in a climactic haze, unaware and uncaring about the world around her. Faith sped up as they did. She glanced up at the door at the head of the stairs, almost convinced that someone should be coming through it at any minute to investigate the loud and rhythmically suggestive creak of the metal spring on the cot the two lovers occupied. She sawed her fingers back and forth inside, curled just so to hit her spot, while she mashed and rolled her clit with her thumb. She roughly squeezed and mauled her breasts, switching often and rolling her hard nipples with her palm. The erotic sight of the Dawn and the vampire adding impetus and intellectual assistance to her manual manipulations had her close to the edge. "Dawn and a vampire, how ironic." The thought skittered across her pleasure frazzled mind as she pinched and tweaked her left nipple. She ground her shoulders back against the wall, liking the feel of solidity. She could only imagine what Dawn was feeling. The loss of her virginity had been less than ideal and very far from memorable, actually not only forgettable, but actively buried in the very deepest, darkest recesses of her mind, but watching the two, Spike really seemed to know what he was doing. She frigged herself faster, feeling herself teetering on the edge. She saw Dawn's back arch, practically balancing on her head and let out a stuttering cry as she shook with the force of her first male induced climax. She reluctantly drew her eyes from the orgasm-racked teen to look at the door this time convinced that someone must have heard, although she didn't know what she could do about it as the hand in her panties applied more pressure as did the one on her breast. She doesn't know by what miracle no one heard or if they did decided not to investigate, but the door remained shut. She turned her attention back to the cot just in time to hear Spike grunt and tense with his bleach blonde head thrown back as he joined Dawn in release. The spectacle of the two tense, strained bodies was enough to push her over the edge and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood to keep her own cry of release from bubbling free into the darkness of the basement. Dawn became aware of the world in little increments. The pipes on the ceiling above her, dim and grainy in the darkness of basement resolved themselves in her vision as she blinked open her eyes. The scent of sex and sweat tantalized her nose, the sound of her heavy breathing filled her ears and the warm weight of Spike's body covered her front while the prickly material of the rough blanket pressed against her back. Her muscles twitched sporadically. She could still feel him inside her, thick and throbbing, but at the same time shrinking. His head rested on her shoulders and she didn't expect his bleach blonde hair to be to soft as she lightly touched it. He stirred and started to lift off her, but she wrapped her arms around him, holding him in place. "Not yet. Just a little longer." She requested and he stilled although she did feel his lips press briefly to her skin. In time, nature took its course and he shrunk from her with a final lick of pleasurable friction. This time when he stirred, she let him. The cot was too small for him to do anything other than get up and sit on its edge while she still lay on it. She watched him drag his hand through his hair and then reach for his pants. He dug out his cigarettes and lighter and lit one, taking a deep drag. Dawn sat up slightly, reclining on one elbow and ran her fingers along the inside of her thigh until they touched her swollen folds. They came away wet and sticky. She tested the slippery texture of the fluid on her fingers with her thumb as she brought it close enough to see in the dim light of the basement. He was right; there was a little blood along with their combined sexual fluids. She smiled. "Thank you, William." She told him sincerely and he nodded his acknowledgement. He turned to her. "Dawn, for all the things I am damned to hell for, this is the one done with the most noble of intensions." He stated. She lifted herself and wrapped her arms around him in a fierce, affectionate hug. Her muscles protested slightly after their exertion, but she didn't care. He returned the hug after a moment. "Enough, Pet. Remember: I am still The Big Bad here." He told her softly although he only let go when she did. "Yeah. And, now I know where the big comes from." She quipped. "Cheeky Monkey." he retorted with a chuckle as he retrieved her panties, bra, skirt and blouse from the floor and handed them to her. Faith licked her lips, tasting blood as she rode out the last aftershocks of her orgasm as she watched the tender exchange between Spike and Dawn. She took her hand from under her tank top and slid her fingers from her wet, still, quivering snatch. She could smell her own scent above the light miasma of sex that wafted up to her from the couple. Her fingers were slick with her cream and after a brief moment of indecision she stuck them in her mouth and sucked them clean, savoring her own flavor. It was not as if she hadn't done it before. She buttoned and zipped up her pants and quietly made her way back up to the door, still casting glances at the couple as they dressed, making sure they did not inadvertently spot her. The door handle seemed to make an extraordinary amount of noise to her ears as she turned it, but neither the vampire or teen looked up as she slipped out of the basement. "You smell absolutely divine, Dawn, but you better take a shower as soon as you can or everyone is going to know you've had sex, if not with who, or is it whom?" he suggested and queried. "I think it's who, but you're right. Anyway although I feel great, I also feel sticky and sweaty. "Sex will do that to you. Was it everything you hoped for?" he asked after pulling on his t-shirt. "More." She answered simply. "Good." He commented just as succinctly. The enormity of what had just happened was still sinking into Dawn's consciousness as she dressed. She had sex for the first time and it was amazing. If she were going to die, she would die as a real woman. But she suddenly really hoped she might somehow survive the upcoming battle, however slim the chance, because she really wanted to have more sex. She still wasn't sure her toes were fully uncurled yet as she found and slid them into her sandals. He joined her at the foot of the stair where she had stood a while ago, now only a lot more mussed. "Just one more thing before I go, Spike." She told him and the stood on the tips of her toes, hooked her hand behind his head and pulled him down into a long passionate kiss. "I'll never forget this." She told him after breaking the kiss and turned and quickly climbed the stairs and left the basement. Spike watched her go. "There is just something extra ordinary about the Summers women, whether they have super powers or not." He thought as he lightly ran his thumb over his lips where he could still feel and taste hers. "I guess I should have realized that earlier." He said out loud. He sniffed to clear his nose and frowned. He could swear he detected just a hint of another scent other than his and Dawn. He shook his head, his senses were just sex addled, and with good reason. He threw himself back down on the cot and lit another cigarette, too wound up to sleep and simply lay there, surrounded by darkness and the scent of sex, blood and tobacco smoke. THE END