Punished

Morphed Darla, looking like Buffy, climbed onto the bed where Spike was sleeping. She lay down next to his naked body. Taking the hand she had used on Buffy, she ran her fingers underneath his nose, knowing he would smell her scent. Her scent would have been the one thing to give away her ruse. Spike started to wake up. He opened his eyes and looked at what he thought was Buffy ng nng next to him. “Buffy?” He reached out a hand to touch her face and Morphed Darla leaned into the caress. She smiled at Spike. Then she rolled over on top of him, straddling his naked body. She felt his cock start to stiffen and she reached a hand between them and guided it inside her slick pussy, enjoying this so much more knowing that she would tell Buffy exactly how Spike’s cock felt inside of her. She began to ride him hard, squeezing his cock tightly with her vaginal muscles. He matched every rise and fall of her hips, and reached his hands up to massage her tits, running his thumbs over her nipples, giving Darla a thrill. Then she squeezed his cock ten times with her inner muscles and that’s when his eyes widened and he knew it wasn’t Buffy. That was a move only Darla had ever done to him. Darla threw her head back and laughed, knowing she’d given herself away. She let her face morph back to normal. Still laughing as she squeezed his cock inside of her even harder, forcing him into an orgasm he no longer wanted. He came with a yell, spilling himself inside of her and the anger coursed through him. He pushed Darla off him, actually hurting himself as she had kept his cock tightly held inside her with her own vampire strength. He rolled off the bed as Darla hit the floor. She was still laughing at him.

“So this is what you did? You got Angel to think he was with Buffy?” He was looking for something to wear, not finding anything, he grabbed the bedsheet and wrapped it tightly around his waist.

“What’s a matter, lover, didn’t you enjoy the ride?” Darla stood up, but she didn’t walk toward him.

“You always were a whore, Darla.” He gave her naked body a disgusted look and turned and opened the bedroom door. He looked around the hallway. “Buffy!” he called.

Buffy heard him and she screamed his name from behind the locked door.

Spike ran to the door and quickly unlocked the bolt. He threw the door open and Buffy, also clad in a sheet, jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. Then he collapsed heavily in her arms as Darla hit him hard on the back of the head. Buffy let his body fall to the floor as she stood to face Darla.

“Poor little Buffy, just can’t hold a man,” she taunted. “Do you really think you can take me?” Darla reached out and pulled the sheet off Buffy, leaving her as naked as she was.

“Bitch, I’m gonna crush you into the ground! When I get through with you, there won’t even be dust.” Buffy rushed at her and threw her into the balcony. It broke and both naked women landed on the floor below. Buffy recovered from the fall first. She grabbed a piece of the wooden balcony and went after Darla with it. Darla rolled out of the way and sprang to her feet. She grabbed a marble bust and threw it at Buffy, its weight making her fall backward onto the floor. Darla ran down a hallway and Buffy heard a door slam. She pushed the heavy marble bust off her and sat up.

“Buffy!” Spike had come to. He was standing at the top of the stairs. He ran down to her as she stood up. She smiled at him and kissed his lips quickly. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Where’s Angelus? Did you see him?” Spike looked around the darkened room.

“I don’t know where he is. Let’s just go. We can deal with both him and Darla later.”

Spike ripped the sheet he was wearing in half and they each wrapped themselves up. Then they ran outside to where Spike’s motorcycle still sat. The rain quickly soaked the sheets they were wearing. They hopped on. Buffy wrapped her arms tightly around Spike’s waist and rested her head on his back. Spike started the bike and they rode off into the night.