Long Story

Chapter idea: I’ve finally gotten back to the Spuffy parts. That’s right, this is all Spuffy. Everyone has a story on what happened between ‘Smashed’ and ‘Wrecked’. Well, now I do too. This is my version of events between those two episodes.

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Passion and Force, Part I


She was so fucking hot and tight. The slayer really did have muscles he had never dreamt of. Though he had dreamt of this moment many, many times it was nothing compared to the reality of her riding his cock into wild oblivion. Spike had to reign in every ounce of control just to keep from cumming at the sight of it.

They had fallen through the floor together, her legs wrapped around him. He had hit the cement floor of the strange basement with his back, taking all the impact. He was momentarily stunned, but nothing could keep his dick from remaining hard inside her tight little twat. Both of them were still fully clothed. Buffy’s hazel eyes were still locked on his, and he knew that his gaze showed every amount of amazement and awe that he felt.

He was there. It was real. He was actually between the Slayer’s legs, the scent of her arousal, her sweat and sweet perfume all around him. And damnit all, he was NOT going to waste this or let her forget this night, or who she had been with.

Feeling was returning to his legs. He bent them at the knee and rested his feet flat on the floor. He was then able to thrust up hard into her, making her gasp from the force of it and almost made her loose her balance. Her grip on him tightened, and she seemed to take it as a challenge, slamming herself down even harder on him, matching his force thrust for thrust.

Spike’s hands moved to her ankles. He unzipped her boots and let her kick them off herself. His hands then moved upward, pushing her skirt up around her waist before gripping and squeezing her backside. In response, Buffy squeezed the muscles of her pussy around him as she lowered herself onto his cock again, drawing out a long groan from him.

Growing impatient with the clothes that separated their bodies, Spike pushed Buffy’s arms up before yanking her shirt up and off. The shirt got caught in her hair, and soon Buffy was removing the pins and clips, letting her long golden hair cascade loosely around her shoulders and down her back. Spike’s fingers immediately moved through it, when he wasn’t watching it bounce while they fucked.

The Slayer was gasping and panting above him. She was so close…Spike pulled her down closer as if to kiss her, but instead trailed small kisses down her neck, making her gasp and press her hips hard against him. He could tell the skin was sensitive. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her jugular, wanting her to know the danger she would be in if he were anyone else; if he weren’t in love with her. He then scraped blunt teeth down the side of her neck and across her collar bone.

Buffy’s body had stiffened. The muscles of her cunt were squeezing him mercilessly and a rush of her juices coated his cock.

She was milking him with every squeeze, but he wouldn’t let himself go just yet. He wanted to make her legs shake and hear her scream. He wrapped an arm around the slayer, and then turned them over, forcing her onto her back on the floor. He kicked some of the debris out of the way and shrugged out of his coat. He tossed the coat aside before reaching down and grabbing hold of Buffy’s simple white bra and ripping the front of it open. She protested, but was quieted as soon as his mouth latched onto a nipple.

Stroking one nipple with his tongue, he teased the other with his fingers, rubbing, squeezing and even giving a hard pinch. She arched her back and gasped, half flailing beneath him.

Spike removed his cock from her core, even as his own body protested the separation. Buffy had pushed her little white thong to the side to allow room to ride him. Now it was coated with her juices. He grabbed hold of it and pulled it down her legs, then stuffed it into the back pocket of his open jeans.

He had nothing but his open jeans and his tight black t-shirt left, but he paid no attention to what he had on. The slayer was lying mostly naked beneath him and he was taking a moment to explore her beauty, to enjoy the sight of her. She, however, was obviously growing impatient with it and grabbed hold of his arms, yanking him closer. He was on top of her again, her legs wrapped around him

Needing no more encouragement, Spike positioned himself properly…then thrust his still hard and throbbing cock into her tight little quim. He heard her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain as she brought her hips up to meet him. He immediately took on a quick and hard pace, slamming his hips into hers. Buffy was clawing at his back and shoulders, and then brought her hands around to his chest. She grabbed hold of his shirt by the collar before ripping it open down the front. Spike hastily shed the pieces that were left, leaving his bare chest and abdomen at her mercy.

Her nails raked across his chest and he drew in a hiss of pleasure. His thrusts grew more frantic, pounding himself into her body wildly. She was moaning loudly now, her legs wrapping tighter around him. She bit her bottom lip and shook her head back and forth to keep from screaming out his name, a barbaric pleasure racing through her with every brutal thrust of his cock.

Spike suddenly slowed his pace, nearly stopping. Buffy gasped and clawed at his shoulder blades in protest. He grabbed hold of her hair again, pulling her head to the side and whispering into her ear.

“Cor, slayer. You’re so tight. Do you like how hard I fuck you?” To prove his point, he drew out of her and thrust himself back in hard, making her breasts bounce with the force of it.

Buffy cried out and gripped him harder, bringing her hips up to meet his. “Oh god…” She was panting again, and then whimpering when he stopped moving.

“That’s it, luv. Show me how much you want it.” He suckled on her earlobe, and then pulled it on gently with his teeth. One of his hands moved slowly between their bodies until a fingertip found her clit. He grinned as he watched her eyes widen and her mouth fly open in a silent gasp. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Any other time he would have gotten a nose full of slayer fist, but now Buffy was desperately in need of the climax that was coming on, and Spike knew it. He reveled in the noises of pleasure she made and the way her body writhed beneath him.

“Oh god…” she shook her head; as if she would try not to give in. “Fuck…” she finally surrendered. “Hard, Spike. Please, oh god, fuck me hard!”

Spike wouldn’t have been able to resist if he tried. He slammed his cock back into her tight little cunt. He put one hand under her backside to force her hips up to meet each brutal thrust, even though she was moving her hips against him just fine on her own. Spike wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on, so he used his fingertip to tease and toy with her clit. He could feel every shudder of pleasure as he fucked her mercilessly, pounding her into the ground and listening as she threw her head back and practically screamed in pleasure.

His orgasm hit the moment hers did. He pulled himself out of her body as she shook and shuddered beneath him. He shot his cool, dead seed onto her stomach, gritting his teeth and groaning in his release.

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Neither of them could move. Their legs didn’t have much feeling left in them. Spike’s body half covered Buffy’s. His head rested on her shoulder.

Spike could tell that the slayer’s senses were returning to her. Her body was stiffening beneath him. Buffy was looking anywhere but his face. She looked down at their bodies and something akin to dawning horror was creeping into her expression. Spike, however, would have none of it. He began to push his pants down over his hips, undid his shoes and removed them and his socks, and then started to kick the pants off.

This must have told Buffy that he didn’t intend for the night to be over. As Spike shifted she was able to see his cum on her belly and his cock hardening all over again. It was becoming all too real. Spike saw her shake her head right before he was shoved off of her.

As Buffy scrambled backwards Spike grabbed the skirt bunched around her waist. He yanked it down her legs and pulled it off even as she kicked out at him.

“Stop! Don’t-!”

“I’m not done with you yet.” Spike insisted, slowly crawling towards her retreating form, a hungry and feral look on his face. “I haven’t even tasted you…”

Mistaking his meaning completely, Buffy kicked out at him again, this time hitting his face and sending him sprawling onto his back. She then quickly scrambled off of the floor, for a moment forgetting her close completely as she headed for the half – collapsed staircase. Spike was soon up on his feet again and lunging towards her. He grabbed hold of her legs and tried to pull her back down off of the staircase.

Buffy grabbed hold of the rotting railing and pulled her legs from his grasp, swinging them up and wrapping them around his neck. Anyone else would be struggling for breath, but Spike was merely struggling to pull her closer. Parts of the stairs were cracking underneath them, and the banister was beginning to crack under Buffy’s grasp as she struggled to hold on. She finally twisted hard, bending Spike back and making him tumble onto the floor, but Spike had brought his fist down hard on the banister that Buffy had been holding onto, causing it to shatter and fall away so that Buffy fell with him.

Crying out in surprise, Buffy found herself on her back, again on the cold concrete floor. Spike was kicking and struggling, trying to maneuver himself between her legs. Buffy tried to keep him still, but he had managed bring his face right to her crotch.

“What the hell are you…?”

Spike’s tongue finally plunged into her pussy, and he groaned out loud from the taste of her. Buffy could not speak any more, and she had finally stopped trying to escape. Her body was arched and remaining completely still as she tried to process what he had done. He wasted no time, plunging his tongue in and out of her hot little quim, occasionally stroking her soft folds with the tip.

Buffy was no longer struggling to keep Spike still; her legs were now holding him in place in a way that would have suffocated any living man. Her body was shaking with pleasure from what his skilled tongue was doing to her.

Spike brought the tip of his tongue up to tease her clit, circling the small nub before rubbing it. He felt the slayer’s legs tighten around his head and wondered if she would crush his skull once he brought her to orgasm. He somehow managed to force a hand into what little space he had and thrust two of his fingers into her soaking cunt. He loved the delicious moans that were coming from her, but enjoyed her scream even more when he finally latched on to her clit, suckling it and tonguing it hard while he thrust his fingers in and out of her body.

He was surrounded by her scent and her taste was on his tongue. He was sure this was the closest he would ever need to come to heaven. When he heard Buffy cry out his name he grew as hard as a rock. Her body was shaking and her legs were tightening around him. Her breathing had become harsh gasps, and it didn’t take long for another orgasm to slam into her. When he felt her juices covering his fingers he pulled them out and pushed his tongue back into her passage, lapping up her juices with another groan.


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That’s right; I’m leaving you all hanging. This is only Part I. I’ve got part II coming up. Two chapters in a row of Spuffy and pure smut, basically just to make up for the chapters I had without any smut at all. Hope you enjoyed, reviews always welcome and much thanks to those that do.