A Witch Meets A Vampire

Spike gave Tara Dru's old room in the mansion. He left her alone to freshen up. His hair was still damp from his own shower. He had changed leathers and put on a clean button down shirt. He prowled around his room waiting for Tara to finish. The sound of her shower being turned off stopped him in his tracks. He cocked his head towards her room, his sensitive ears tracking every step she made. He growled in frustration at the sound of Dru's hair dryer being turned on. Patience had never been something he had and just knowing the girl was in the next room was driving him crazy. He had told her to wear something sexy when she came to him. Thinking about that now he realized some one her age probably didn't have any lingerie. He'd have to take her out and buy her new things. The sound of a chair scraping against the floor could be heard from the room. He listened to her soft foot steps as she crossed the room and entered the hallway. A few moments later he heard a knock on his door. He opened the door. She stood before him in a simple blue tee shirt that barely reached her hips. Her blonde hair was full and healthy falling past her shoulders in natural waves. He stepped aside to let her in noticing her feet were bare. Round naked ass cheeks peeked out from under the hem of the shirt. She stood in the center of the room waiting for him. He slowly walked around her looking Tara over. He ran his fingers through her hair. She didn't flinch when he grabbed a fistful of her hair using it to bend her head backwards. Spike felt her tremble as his cold fingers slid down the slender column of her neck stopping at the base. Her pulse throbbed to a rapid beat. Her chest was rising and falling. Spike cupped one of her breasts with his free hand squeezing it in his palm. Tara could feel herself getting wet as spike increased the pressure on her tit. His firm, almost rough, touch excited her. She gasped out loud when he pinched her nipple. "You like that love?" The vampire asked. Tara bit her bottom lip nodding her head. Spike gripped the hair in his hand tighter. pulling her up on her toes. "When I ask you a question you will speak." He commanded slapping her on a naked ass cheek. She groaned closing her eyes in pleasure. "Y-yyess I like it. Ww---hen you do that." She answered. He snaked his hand under the shirt. "You like what? This," he twisted her hard nipple causing her to gasp. "Or this," he reached down slapping her other ass cheek." He could feel his cock getting hard smelling her arousal. He bent his knees stabbing his dick into the crevice of her pussy. She instantly started moving her hips coating the leather, covering his cock, with her juices. He pulled her head back exposing her neck to his hungry gaze. He leaned forward licking the column of her throat. Her hips moved faster when he started nipping at her throat. He growled the vibrations sent tingles down to her aching pussy. Spike snatched her away from him feeling himself loose control. He ripped the tee shirt from Tara's body. Letting the shredded pieces fall to the floor. Her blue eyes shined with fear and desire as she watched him. His gaze slid over her lush body stopping at her pendulous breasts. The large mounds swayed back and forth. Pink eraser sized nipples were sticking straight out. Spike liked the gentle swell of her round belly and the lush forest of blonde curls that hid her plump pussy lips from view. He cupped the underside of his hard dick, through his pants. Her eyes widened at the large tent in front of his pants. She licked her lips in anticipation. He yanked down on her hair. Tara lowered herself to her knees in front of him.