Breaking a Slayer
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Threesomes/Moresomes › Angel(us)/Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
Views:
10,465
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 9
Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Spike couldn't believe that he was awake. He was in bed with the Slayer *and* his sire. This had to be a dream. Surely, he would wake alone and rampant, with no one to age hge his need but himself. Still, it was one hell of a dream, so why not go with it. He slid his hands across the Slayer's rounded breasts, glad that she had filled out again. He stroked the hard peaks with gentle caresses at first, then teased harder as she moaned in abandon.
Spike looked up and met the molten gaze of his Sire over the Slayer's shoulder. Angel looked as if he was barely restraining himself from rolling Buffy over on the bed and fucking her unconscious. Just in case this *wasn't* a dream, Spike hoped for all of their sakes that Angel had learned some self-control. He didn't fancy waking up to Angelus and one of his twisted games of foreplay. Holy water and knives were not Spike's favorite toys. He much preferred his handcuffs lined in fur, thanks ever so.
Spike lowered his cool mouth to Buffy's breast, licking lightly at the pebbled nipple that strained for his attention. He loved hearing her heartbeat race and feeling her warm breath as she panted against him. She was a delectable little snack. He moved his mouth to her other breast, leaving her moaning with desire as he lavished the other nipple with biting kisses, just this side of pain. Buffy responded by grinding her ass back into Angel, who groaned in turn as his cock strained against the already damp fabric of his black pants.
Buffy was transfixed. When she'd demanded that Angel share Spike with her, she hadn't expected to have both of them at the same time. She had only ever been with Angel before the awful night when Faith stole her body, and oh, so much more. Now, suddenly she was confronted with her lust and need for Spike while she rested in the arms of her only love, Angel. How could this be?
Angel had never seen anything as desirable as Buffy writhing under Spike's experienced tongue. He sipped gently at her neck, drawing tiny amounts of blood from the angry punctures he'd placed there earlier. Each drop was flavored with Buffy's growing arousal. He'd had no idea that she would respond so ardently to the concept of a menage a trois, he'd thought that in her innocence, she'd shy away from any taint of questionable sexuality. Clearly, he'd not given her enough credit. Or perhaps, Buffy had been through so much, suffered in so many ways, that she no longer questioned the rightness of a union that felt so incredibly good. Whatever the reason, Angel was not aboo reo reign in either his mate or his childe.
He moved his large hand slowly down Buffy's side, stroking her sofin gin gently and moving his sensitive fingers in tiny swirling circles to tease out each erogenous zone. There were many; Buffy seemed consumed with passion, arching back into Angel's steady caresses, then forward toward Spike. She was gasping and sighing with ever growing lust, completely captivated by her two gorgeous lovers.
Angel leaned over her shoulder and caught Spike's mouth in a hard and passionate kiss. The link between them had been strengthened by the blood exchange, and Angel could feel Spike's consciousness humming near to him in his mind. It was too nebulous for true images, but feelings came across loud and clear.
Spike was drowning in lust for the Slayer and his sire. He was torn between wanting to plunder Angel's mouth more, or move his own mouth lower to taste the Slayer's luscious cunny. Angel's unspoken mental push made up Spike's mind and he broke away from the powerful kiss to lick and nip his way down Buffy's torso.
Spike dragged the sheet down an inch at a time, covering the exposed skin with tender bites until every inch of Buffy's skin felt as if it were on fire. She was suddenly afraid. Afraid of Spike; irrationally so, to be sure, as he wasn't a physical threat. Afraid, perhaps, of the way she was losing herself in att attentions? Afraid of Angel and what he would think of her, definitely. More, though, Buffy was afraid of herself. This dark side of her nature that had come to the fore in the past several months…was her only coping mechanism. But giving up control to that part of herself meant that this inexperienced girl was drowning in passions she had never learned to control or explore.
Buffy froze, all arousal halting abruptly as she flashed back to the awful night of the rape. Men, too close, surrounding her then and now, now she was trapped again, between two men. The differences, that these were Angel and Spike; that she desired them; that they weren't warm; weren't hot and sweaty, stinking of humanity; those differences were the only things that kept Buffy from bolting and escaping as far as she could from the demands of her own body and theirs.
Spike stopped instantly when he sensed Buffy's withdrawal. Angel, feeling her confusion through the soul bond, cradled her gently in his arms and turned her to face him. "Buffy, are you ok? We don't have to do this now. We can wait until you're ready."
Buffy gazed up at him with troubled eyes. "Angel, I'm sorry, I just…there's two of you and you were both so close and…." Her voice trailed off and she shivered, suddenly chilled between their cool bodies. "I'm sorry….I'm so sorry, I just, I never expected it to be both of you at once and I don't know what to do." She blushed in painful confusion.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Spike couldn't believe that he was awake. He was in bed with the Slayer *and* his sire. This had to be a dream. Surely, he would wake alone and rampant, with no one to age hge his need but himself. Still, it was one hell of a dream, so why not go with it. He slid his hands across the Slayer's rounded breasts, glad that she had filled out again. He stroked the hard peaks with gentle caresses at first, then teased harder as she moaned in abandon.
Spike looked up and met the molten gaze of his Sire over the Slayer's shoulder. Angel looked as if he was barely restraining himself from rolling Buffy over on the bed and fucking her unconscious. Just in case this *wasn't* a dream, Spike hoped for all of their sakes that Angel had learned some self-control. He didn't fancy waking up to Angelus and one of his twisted games of foreplay. Holy water and knives were not Spike's favorite toys. He much preferred his handcuffs lined in fur, thanks ever so.
Spike lowered his cool mouth to Buffy's breast, licking lightly at the pebbled nipple that strained for his attention. He loved hearing her heartbeat race and feeling her warm breath as she panted against him. She was a delectable little snack. He moved his mouth to her other breast, leaving her moaning with desire as he lavished the other nipple with biting kisses, just this side of pain. Buffy responded by grinding her ass back into Angel, who groaned in turn as his cock strained against the already damp fabric of his black pants.
Buffy was transfixed. When she'd demanded that Angel share Spike with her, she hadn't expected to have both of them at the same time. She had only ever been with Angel before the awful night when Faith stole her body, and oh, so much more. Now, suddenly she was confronted with her lust and need for Spike while she rested in the arms of her only love, Angel. How could this be?
Angel had never seen anything as desirable as Buffy writhing under Spike's experienced tongue. He sipped gently at her neck, drawing tiny amounts of blood from the angry punctures he'd placed there earlier. Each drop was flavored with Buffy's growing arousal. He'd had no idea that she would respond so ardently to the concept of a menage a trois, he'd thought that in her innocence, she'd shy away from any taint of questionable sexuality. Clearly, he'd not given her enough credit. Or perhaps, Buffy had been through so much, suffered in so many ways, that she no longer questioned the rightness of a union that felt so incredibly good. Whatever the reason, Angel was not aboo reo reign in either his mate or his childe.
He moved his large hand slowly down Buffy's side, stroking her sofin gin gently and moving his sensitive fingers in tiny swirling circles to tease out each erogenous zone. There were many; Buffy seemed consumed with passion, arching back into Angel's steady caresses, then forward toward Spike. She was gasping and sighing with ever growing lust, completely captivated by her two gorgeous lovers.
Angel leaned over her shoulder and caught Spike's mouth in a hard and passionate kiss. The link between them had been strengthened by the blood exchange, and Angel could feel Spike's consciousness humming near to him in his mind. It was too nebulous for true images, but feelings came across loud and clear.
Spike was drowning in lust for the Slayer and his sire. He was torn between wanting to plunder Angel's mouth more, or move his own mouth lower to taste the Slayer's luscious cunny. Angel's unspoken mental push made up Spike's mind and he broke away from the powerful kiss to lick and nip his way down Buffy's torso.
Spike dragged the sheet down an inch at a time, covering the exposed skin with tender bites until every inch of Buffy's skin felt as if it were on fire. She was suddenly afraid. Afraid of Spike; irrationally so, to be sure, as he wasn't a physical threat. Afraid, perhaps, of the way she was losing herself in att attentions? Afraid of Angel and what he would think of her, definitely. More, though, Buffy was afraid of herself. This dark side of her nature that had come to the fore in the past several months…was her only coping mechanism. But giving up control to that part of herself meant that this inexperienced girl was drowning in passions she had never learned to control or explore.
Buffy froze, all arousal halting abruptly as she flashed back to the awful night of the rape. Men, too close, surrounding her then and now, now she was trapped again, between two men. The differences, that these were Angel and Spike; that she desired them; that they weren't warm; weren't hot and sweaty, stinking of humanity; those differences were the only things that kept Buffy from bolting and escaping as far as she could from the demands of her own body and theirs.
Spike stopped instantly when he sensed Buffy's withdrawal. Angel, feeling her confusion through the soul bond, cradled her gently in his arms and turned her to face him. "Buffy, are you ok? We don't have to do this now. We can wait until you're ready."
Buffy gazed up at him with troubled eyes. "Angel, I'm sorry, I just…there's two of you and you were both so close and…." Her voice trailed off and she shivered, suddenly chilled between their cool bodies. "I'm sorry….I'm so sorry, I just, I never expected it to be both of you at once and I don't know what to do." She blushed in painful confusion.
To be continued…