Battle for Dominance 2 - Road Trip?

Battle for Dominance Ch2

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Faith never liked sitting still for very long. After a few months in South California, she was restless. One can only enjoy the relentless sun for so long before the novelty wears off, and she wanted to move on.

“I’ve been thinking,” she started the next evening, after a full day of stalking from place to place, looking for something to keep her entertained. “I think it’s time to go…” she was talking mostly to herself, despite the demon by her side, looking through travel brochures she had nicked in the course of the day.

‘There is no way, she’s getting away.’ Spike thought. ‘I’ll follow her to the Arctic Circle or the Ninth Circle of Hell. Well… Is she worth going to Hell? Yes, she soddin’ well is! Nearly as depraved as I am, she is. Who am I trying ta kid, she’s just as bad as me, she is!’

“Wot, you’re thinkin’ road trip?” he asked, nearly salivating at the unvoiced thought. “This is gonna be smashing!” ‘No need to tell her I was plannin’ on that very suggestion, is there? Nah!’

“So that’s it, then? We hit the roads!? Awright!” she set off, fairly running to gather the few things she wanted to keep.

The vampire set about checking for forgotten items, though the Big Bad doesn’t rush unless he really wants to. Right now, he wanted to do something else, namely his sexy new girlfriend, currently trying to reach her second boot somehow located, much to Spike’s delight, under the far side of the bed.

“Oh, yeah, love it when you wriggle like that, Pet,” he whispered over her shoulder, causing all her hair to stand on end.

He brushed his body against what he could of hers, barely keeping his groan from escaping. He reached along her arm and retrieved the stray article of footwear, and successfully rubbing against more hard muscles and soft skin than he could have hoped for.

She stretched out along side him on the floor, only for him to sit up. She started to follow, but he gestured for her to stay. She did so warily, luxuriating in his touches as his fingers traveled up from her hands towards her shoulders, and back down. Then up again, and down, up, then he suddenly tore her shirt down the front.

This earned a gasp and a big smile. ‘Oh, yeah! Nothing bad can come from ruined clothing, well, unless it’s the last bit of -’

Then her mind went curiously blank as that naughty mouth went to work on her cleavage, sending pleasure shooting through her body.

Spike was proud of himself, effectively getting the Slayer to submit to him in just that minute or so.

He enjoyed those wonderful mounds, licking them, sucking them, worrying her stiff buds with human teeth, grazing all over her breasts with his razor sharp fangs.

“Oh, yeah!” she exclaimed as he sucked just her nipple carefully with a mouthful of fangs, the sharp points digging in just enough to cause the blood to dribble ever so slightly, causing pleasure so hot, it was wonderful burning in her chest.

He pulled back to enjoy the flavor bursting on his tongue and make his way over to the other side, but she stopped him by giving him a kick in the chest, sending him sprawling onto his back.

“Two can play that game, vamp” she told him, taking her turn to tease him back. Luckily, he hadn’t bothered to button up his shirt, so it was spared the death sentence and merely fluttered to the bed when Faith tossed it over her shoulder.

She didn’t even bother with the niceties, and clamped down onto his shoulder, not quite drawing blood, but enough to have a nice bruise forming. She used the momentary distraction to undo his pants and shove them down a few inches.

That was all the opening Spike needed.

Idly wishing she would wear skirts for ease of access, he grabbed her by the waist, holding her against him.

“Urgh, too many bloody clothes, Slayer!” he said, lifting his hips, helping her with his pants.

‘Easy submission,’ she thought warily, but kept going, shifting her bite over towards his neck, pulling his pants to his knees, then abandoning them there, running her hands everywhere she could.

The blonde kicked his jeans the rest of the way off, digging his heels into the floor, wide apart, as he ground himself against her hardness, fighting to get her tight leather pants down, quite a feat, considering she was straddling him.

“Get these soddin’ thin’s off ‘fore I resort to bitin’ ‘em off!” he growled, nearly ready to try to fuck her through them.

Faith finally relented on her bites, getting up to shimmy out of the second skin as Spike stroked his erection. When she was free from them, she crawled over to him, every bit the predator.

What she didn’t think of, was that some predators lie in wait, and that’s just what he was doing. As soon as she was within range, he sprung, grasping her hips, and quickly turning her as he was lowering her towards his goal.

“What do you think, Ducks?” he started just before she touched his cock, “Can you take it like a slut?” he asked breathless.

“I can take it better than you can,” she replied with a gleam in her eye, as she grasped his length and SAT on it.

“Oh! Fuuuuck!” she cried out.

Spike’s eyes nearly departed from their sockets with shock.

His cock slid right into liquid fire.

Burning, wet, constricting, wonderful feelings engulfed his consciousness.

He couldn’t even articulate a single word. The only sound he could make was a mewl of absolute bliss.

Then she started to move.

Searing heat, slick, smooth strokes, setting his senses alight.

DAMN.

Holy Mudder Fuckin’ Hell and Christ on a ladder.

She rode him like she drove: Hard, fast, and no touching the brakes ‘till you get where you’re going.

When he got his bearings, he regained enough of his speech to tell her: “Damn! Slayer… so hot… so… urgh, tight!”

Then he whimpered.

She squeezed him so hard; he thought he would die from the sensations centered in his cock.

When she let up with her vice-like muscles, he gave a roar, and tackled her, pinning her shoulder against the opposite wall.

Kneeling against her back, he was in a better position to dictate how he wanted things to proceed.

He pulled her hips back a bit, so she needed to brace herself against the wall with her hands as he pounded into her, grazing against her prostate, making her see stars along the edges of her vision.

“You… planned… this?” he whispered into her ear, “You… prepared… for me?” he asked between thrusts.

“… Know me… Boss… Always… Ready…” she answered as best she could.


He pulled out of her roughly and spun her, dropping her onto her back on the floor. He quickly positioned himself between her legs and rubbed their painful erections together.

Faith was shamelessly whining now.

“Please, don’t stop now!” she begged, thrashing under him.

“Oh, Pet, we’re just starting…” he informed her, smiling in a very predatory fashion, showing all his perfect teeth.

He lowered his face towards her thrusting pelvis, hands on her hips to still her.

She got the message and stayed stock-still, barely breathing and waited.

And waited.

She looked down impatiently, to find Spike, game face to the fore, fangs glistening, staring intently at her face.

Once he had eye contact, he lowered, and lowered, until he was eye to eye with the now purpling, angry erection, mouth open, his intentions clear on his face.

She was literally holding her breath now. After all, she didn’t want to end up mangled beyond her ability to heal.

‘William the Bloody… For all they say, this is my favorite type: Desperate for release, a bit scared, and hopelessly after my arse, and straight from the cock.’ He thought as his fangs slipped through the thin, silky soft skin, stretched taught over the blood-engorged tissue, carefully avoiding her urethra and SUCKED. Hard.

“Oh, Spike!” Faith screamed her release as he nursed the twin punctures, quickly flagging from the lost blood.

He looked up at her hungrily, lips red with her blood, and splatters on the side of his face, lasciviously licking his lips. The sexiest sight she had ever seen.

He made his way up her body, cleaning her up as he came across pearly droplets, until he made it to her face, where he just stayed still; waiting for her to return the favor.

Boy did she ever. It was one of the most erotic feeling Spike could remember, being worshipped like that, having this wonderful woman cleaning herself from his demonic visage, her hot tongue passing over the planes and ridges of his monster side: The side that kills remorselessly.

Her soft muscle made it over to his fangs, where she slowly caressed each one, making Spike moan and shudder wantonly.

She deliberately sliced herself on one of his sharp canines and shoved her bleeding tongue into the dangerous cavern, delighting in the surprise this elicited in her lover.

The kiss continued until her Slayer healing kicked in and the tingle made itself known, indicating the completed healing.

She pulled away, and he was once more in awe. She was grinning at him; no leering at him, with blood in her mouth, smearing her lips, her teeth… It was beyond hot for the erect vampire.

He crawled higher up her body until she was faced with his still-oiled manhood.

“Open…” he said, not quite as forceful as he wanted, but still firm enough for her to know he WOULD make her. She was tempted, but decided to save it for later.

She opened up, and was promptly chocked by a steel rod, en guise of his erection, being wedged into her throat. She shifted her head and doing so, made the whole process simpler. She quickly was able to find his rhythm, and stroke him accordingly. Thoughtfully, he stopped every now and then to let her breathe, ‘Don’t wanna kill ‘er after all’.

From there, it didn’t take long for the blond to find his completion, Faith was, after all, very skilled.

For a few minutes, they just lay there, on the cool floor, recuperating and reenergizing, but as with all things, the moment passed, and they started to get up.

“Fuck, I liked this shirt,” Spike said, upon spotting the remains of Faith’s top, partway under the bed, where the boot still lay, admittedly a bit closer than it was originally.

“So, when do we leave?” the brunette inquired, looking over her shoulder at the vampire. He was still clutching her shredded clothing, annoyed at his impatience.

“I think sunset would be a good time, yeah?” he replied. Most of his possessions were already packed. He was planning on leaving town last night when the sexy Slayer had run into him.

“Just gotta tell Clem, ‘e called dibs on my crypt when I moved in, way back. Wanna give ‘im the time ta get ‘ere, ‘fore someone else does, ya know?”

His closest friend also deserved a goodbye, but he didn’t want to show that side of himself just yet. He is the Big Bad an’ all.



-tbc?

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