Torrid Immortality
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Torrid Immortality
Title: Torrid Immortality
Authors: Amber Kupy and Daquiri Seffib
Email: amber_daquiri@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Buffy visits Spike in his crypt - and things get steamy.
Pairing: B/S
Spoilers: Up until ‘Wrecked’
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters, we're just borrowing them.
Thanks to our partners in crime. We are literally nothing without you.
Also, thanks to all our beta readers for your help.
We love feedback! Tell us what you think at amber_daquiri@hotmail.com
=======================================================================
It was a dark and gloomy night, and Buffy was hungry for a good slay. Just
that day, a demon had come to town and made all the women horny as bitches
in heat.
She slammed open the door to Spike's crypt. Unable to resist his evil
undead attractions, her body had been drawn there by the bulge in his
leather pants. It was like a beacon of shining love in the night.
She was wearing her leather trenchcoat tied with a bow, and her favorite
fuckme six-inch red heels. She walked around the crypt, looking for him -
of all the times for him not to be there.
"Spike, where the fuck are you?" she bellowed incredulously.
Downstairs, Spike awoke in his bed with the smell of vanilla wafting
through his nostrils. He instantly knew it must be the Slayer. "God, luv,
why do you use so much perfume?" he muttered to himself.
He heard the trapdoor slide back and saw a pair of high heels start down
the steps to his underground lair. Seeing her shapely legs made him
instantly hard. Suddenly, she slipped on one of the steps, landing in a
heap of black leather and golden flesh. Buffy instantly jumped up, landing
on her feet with catlike grace. Nonchalantly, she brushed the dust off her
sleeve, surreptitiously trying to compose herself. Spike smirked as he sat
up and reached for a cigarette.
"How are you, luv?" he asked. Smoke curled up, obscuring his features.
"Teach me about the use of candles in foreplay," she said seductively. She
grabbed a candle off of his nightstand and stroked it as she looked at him
through her eyelashes. She tossed it and he caught it in one hand,
lighting it with the glowing cherry of his cigarette.
She slowly slinked up to his bed. Glimpses of her sun-kissed thigh peeked
out from her trenchcoat, teasing Spike almost beyond bearing. He inhaled
sharply on his cigarette, then let out a low groan.
Just then, Buffy grabbed his fag and threw it to the crypt floor, crushing
it with her daintily clad foot.
"You really should quit," she said. "I hate the smell of stale tobacco."
"I'd do anything for you, luv, but I won't do that."
She favored him with a stony glare.
He paused, running his hungry gaze up and down her body. "Since you put it
that way, I guess I'll give it a go, then."
He set the candle on the stand by the bed, then toyed with the bow holding
her trenchcoat closed. "What's up with this, luv?"
"Why don't you pull it and find out?", she suggested throatily
He cocked his head slightly and asked "Is there a stake under your coat or
am I going to be happy to see you?"
Buffy ran her tongue over her ruby red lips and took a step back, causing
the bow to pull taut, then come loose in Spike's hand. Her coat parted,
revealing the treasure of her naked form beneath. e'se's mouth went as
dry as dust as his eyes flew over her body. He hoped his hands and mouth
would soon follow.
Buffy raised an eyebrow at him. "Like what you see?" she asked archly.
Spike quickly stood up from the bed, his alabaster body glowing in the
candlelight. He pulled her coat back over her shoulders roughly, letting
it fall unheeded to the ground. He grabbed her and plundered her mouth,
reaquainting himself with her sweet depths.
Buffy slowly reached up to stroke the smooth icyness of his chest, running
her hands up the corded muscles of his neck and through the crisp locks of
his platinum hair.
"Why do you have to use so much damn hair gel?" she asked.
"Because it goes so well with my Bad Boy image," he replied. "Plus, it
keeps it nice and tidy after a fight... or a roll in the hay."
Buffy rolled her eyes before swooping down to attack his nipples, biting
them gently while looking up at him through her luxurious, Maybelline
painted lashes.
Spike felt a low moan escape from his throat. He grabbed her, pulling her
to him before whipping her around and pushing her down on the bed.
She slid backw on on the bed until her head was nestled in the pillows.
Spike leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of her legs, and
planted a kiss on the buckle of her black come-fuck-me shoes. He then
crawled up the bed like a panther stalking his prey, his arms and legs
straddling her body. Buffy reached down to grab his engorged member, which
was dangling like a snake poised to strike.
"Bloody hell!" he growled. "Watch the fingernails."
"I thought you liked it rough, lover."
He leered, then leaned in towards her ear, "Be careful what you wish for."
He gave her ear a quick nibble with his blunt teeth, causing a shudder to
rip through her body.
In retaliation, Buffy's hands shot to Spike's shoulders and she scored her
nails down his back.
Spike reached back with both hands and grabbed both of Buffy's wrists,
halting her raking nails. He forcefully pinned her wrists above her head
with one of his hands, while reaching for the candle with his other. He
reared back above her, with an evil smile crossing his chiselled features
as he held the candle aloft.
"Lesson the first: Always have your weapon ready."
He watched Buffy's eyes widen in trepidation as he slowly tipped the candle.
A gasp echoed off the crypt walls as the first drops of the hot wax landed
on Buffy's heaving bosom. "Oh!" she cooed. It was hot and yet strangely
arousing.
She felt a flood of warm liquid between her thighs and inhaled sharply.
Spike's gaze travelled down her nubile form, followed by his fingertips
brushing across her body as though she were a sonnet written in Braille.
Buffy arched into Spike's hand as he lovingly cupped her womanhood,
thrusting one, then two fingers into her warm moist channel to test her
readiness.
Spike growled, amazed at how wet she really was. He withdrew his fingers,
trailing them up her body, leaving a glistening trail, to caress her lips.
"Now," Buffy rasped. "Now, Spike. I need you to fill me now."
He ducked down and gave her a kiss, his tongue mimicking what his cock
would soon do.
After a moment, she tore her mouth from his. "Get on with it!"
Spike shifted his hips so that he was poised above her entrance. "Lesson
the second: Always have your weapon ready. I've already got mine." With
that, he plunged into her hot depths.
She bit her lip, then gasped as her body stretched to accomodate his
enormous dimensions. She marvelled at his girth, thinking of how small
her previous lovers had been in comparison. She sighed with pleasure as
his coolness invaded her body, seeping into her system.
Bufcreacreamed in pleasure as his throbbing turgid tumescent manhood
struck her g-spot like a homing missile every time as he pounded into her
rhythmically.
Overcome with passion, Spike slipped into his game face. He bent down to
sink his fangs into her tender, exposed neck. But then, seeing the marks
of those who had come before, he shifted his attentions to her virgin
breasts. Spike sank his fangs effortlessly into her smooth flesh. As he
drank deeply, Buffy felt waves of pleasure crash over her body. She could
feel the orgasm bloom within her womb like a flower opening to the morning
sun.
"Oh Spike!" she yelled.
Buffy's vaginal muscles clenched Spike and he roared her name in pleasure
as she milked every last drop of his cold seed of unlife.
He collapsed on top of her, his head nestled on the pillow of her breasts,
his tongue soothing where his fangs had marked her.
"Am I getting too heavy for you, luv?"
"No, of course notBuffBuffy said as she thought, "At least he doesn't
smother me like the last two."
"So, luv, here endeth the lesson?"
"I thought here started the lesson," she murmured. Spike slowly rolled off
her, pulling her into a loving embrace. She snuggled down against him,
sighing in satisfaction. She felt a low rumbling in his chest, and
realizeat hat he was purring in contentment.
Hisringring lulled her into the soundest sleep she had experienced since her death.
tbc …
THE CONTINUTITY ERROS WERE ON PURPOSE! FIND THEM GET A PRIZE! (ok, there’s no prize, but see if you can find it in this story and the up coming stories.)
Authors: Amber Kupy and Daquiri Seffib
Email: amber_daquiri@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Buffy visits Spike in his crypt - and things get steamy.
Pairing: B/S
Spoilers: Up until ‘Wrecked’
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters, we're just borrowing them.
Thanks to our partners in crime. We are literally nothing without you.
Also, thanks to all our beta readers for your help.
We love feedback! Tell us what you think at amber_daquiri@hotmail.com
=======================================================================
It was a dark and gloomy night, and Buffy was hungry for a good slay. Just
that day, a demon had come to town and made all the women horny as bitches
in heat.
She slammed open the door to Spike's crypt. Unable to resist his evil
undead attractions, her body had been drawn there by the bulge in his
leather pants. It was like a beacon of shining love in the night.
She was wearing her leather trenchcoat tied with a bow, and her favorite
fuckme six-inch red heels. She walked around the crypt, looking for him -
of all the times for him not to be there.
"Spike, where the fuck are you?" she bellowed incredulously.
Downstairs, Spike awoke in his bed with the smell of vanilla wafting
through his nostrils. He instantly knew it must be the Slayer. "God, luv,
why do you use so much perfume?" he muttered to himself.
He heard the trapdoor slide back and saw a pair of high heels start down
the steps to his underground lair. Seeing her shapely legs made him
instantly hard. Suddenly, she slipped on one of the steps, landing in a
heap of black leather and golden flesh. Buffy instantly jumped up, landing
on her feet with catlike grace. Nonchalantly, she brushed the dust off her
sleeve, surreptitiously trying to compose herself. Spike smirked as he sat
up and reached for a cigarette.
"How are you, luv?" he asked. Smoke curled up, obscuring his features.
"Teach me about the use of candles in foreplay," she said seductively. She
grabbed a candle off of his nightstand and stroked it as she looked at him
through her eyelashes. She tossed it and he caught it in one hand,
lighting it with the glowing cherry of his cigarette.
She slowly slinked up to his bed. Glimpses of her sun-kissed thigh peeked
out from her trenchcoat, teasing Spike almost beyond bearing. He inhaled
sharply on his cigarette, then let out a low groan.
Just then, Buffy grabbed his fag and threw it to the crypt floor, crushing
it with her daintily clad foot.
"You really should quit," she said. "I hate the smell of stale tobacco."
"I'd do anything for you, luv, but I won't do that."
She favored him with a stony glare.
He paused, running his hungry gaze up and down her body. "Since you put it
that way, I guess I'll give it a go, then."
He set the candle on the stand by the bed, then toyed with the bow holding
her trenchcoat closed. "What's up with this, luv?"
"Why don't you pull it and find out?", she suggested throatily
He cocked his head slightly and asked "Is there a stake under your coat or
am I going to be happy to see you?"
Buffy ran her tongue over her ruby red lips and took a step back, causing
the bow to pull taut, then come loose in Spike's hand. Her coat parted,
revealing the treasure of her naked form beneath. e'se's mouth went as
dry as dust as his eyes flew over her body. He hoped his hands and mouth
would soon follow.
Buffy raised an eyebrow at him. "Like what you see?" she asked archly.
Spike quickly stood up from the bed, his alabaster body glowing in the
candlelight. He pulled her coat back over her shoulders roughly, letting
it fall unheeded to the ground. He grabbed her and plundered her mouth,
reaquainting himself with her sweet depths.
Buffy slowly reached up to stroke the smooth icyness of his chest, running
her hands up the corded muscles of his neck and through the crisp locks of
his platinum hair.
"Why do you have to use so much damn hair gel?" she asked.
"Because it goes so well with my Bad Boy image," he replied. "Plus, it
keeps it nice and tidy after a fight... or a roll in the hay."
Buffy rolled her eyes before swooping down to attack his nipples, biting
them gently while looking up at him through her luxurious, Maybelline
painted lashes.
Spike felt a low moan escape from his throat. He grabbed her, pulling her
to him before whipping her around and pushing her down on the bed.
She slid backw on on the bed until her head was nestled in the pillows.
Spike leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of her legs, and
planted a kiss on the buckle of her black come-fuck-me shoes. He then
crawled up the bed like a panther stalking his prey, his arms and legs
straddling her body. Buffy reached down to grab his engorged member, which
was dangling like a snake poised to strike.
"Bloody hell!" he growled. "Watch the fingernails."
"I thought you liked it rough, lover."
He leered, then leaned in towards her ear, "Be careful what you wish for."
He gave her ear a quick nibble with his blunt teeth, causing a shudder to
rip through her body.
In retaliation, Buffy's hands shot to Spike's shoulders and she scored her
nails down his back.
Spike reached back with both hands and grabbed both of Buffy's wrists,
halting her raking nails. He forcefully pinned her wrists above her head
with one of his hands, while reaching for the candle with his other. He
reared back above her, with an evil smile crossing his chiselled features
as he held the candle aloft.
"Lesson the first: Always have your weapon ready."
He watched Buffy's eyes widen in trepidation as he slowly tipped the candle.
A gasp echoed off the crypt walls as the first drops of the hot wax landed
on Buffy's heaving bosom. "Oh!" she cooed. It was hot and yet strangely
arousing.
She felt a flood of warm liquid between her thighs and inhaled sharply.
Spike's gaze travelled down her nubile form, followed by his fingertips
brushing across her body as though she were a sonnet written in Braille.
Buffy arched into Spike's hand as he lovingly cupped her womanhood,
thrusting one, then two fingers into her warm moist channel to test her
readiness.
Spike growled, amazed at how wet she really was. He withdrew his fingers,
trailing them up her body, leaving a glistening trail, to caress her lips.
"Now," Buffy rasped. "Now, Spike. I need you to fill me now."
He ducked down and gave her a kiss, his tongue mimicking what his cock
would soon do.
After a moment, she tore her mouth from his. "Get on with it!"
Spike shifted his hips so that he was poised above her entrance. "Lesson
the second: Always have your weapon ready. I've already got mine." With
that, he plunged into her hot depths.
She bit her lip, then gasped as her body stretched to accomodate his
enormous dimensions. She marvelled at his girth, thinking of how small
her previous lovers had been in comparison. She sighed with pleasure as
his coolness invaded her body, seeping into her system.
Bufcreacreamed in pleasure as his throbbing turgid tumescent manhood
struck her g-spot like a homing missile every time as he pounded into her
rhythmically.
Overcome with passion, Spike slipped into his game face. He bent down to
sink his fangs into her tender, exposed neck. But then, seeing the marks
of those who had come before, he shifted his attentions to her virgin
breasts. Spike sank his fangs effortlessly into her smooth flesh. As he
drank deeply, Buffy felt waves of pleasure crash over her body. She could
feel the orgasm bloom within her womb like a flower opening to the morning
sun.
"Oh Spike!" she yelled.
Buffy's vaginal muscles clenched Spike and he roared her name in pleasure
as she milked every last drop of his cold seed of unlife.
He collapsed on top of her, his head nestled on the pillow of her breasts,
his tongue soothing where his fangs had marked her.
"Am I getting too heavy for you, luv?"
"No, of course notBuffBuffy said as she thought, "At least he doesn't
smother me like the last two."
"So, luv, here endeth the lesson?"
"I thought here started the lesson," she murmured. Spike slowly rolled off
her, pulling her into a loving embrace. She snuggled down against him,
sighing in satisfaction. She felt a low rumbling in his chest, and
realizeat hat he was purring in contentment.
Hisringring lulled her into the soundest sleep she had experienced since her death.
tbc …
THE CONTINUTITY ERROS WERE ON PURPOSE! FIND THEM GET A PRIZE! (ok, there’s no prize, but see if you can find it in this story and the up coming stories.)