Blood, Sex and Magic

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Pairings: Buffy/Spike

Warnings: This fic is darkly erotic and involves serious amounts of blood play, including menstrual blood. If this offends you-DO NOT read it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Spike or any of the other characters from BtVS. I just like to get them naked and roll them around in a bed ... or on a tomb ... under the table ... in the shower ... Um, you get the idea.

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The Calling

Buffy curled up tighter under her comforter, heating pad held to her cramping belly. Happy 19th Birthday, Buffy, she sighed and rubbed her thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure. Her periods usually never bothered her, but this one was hell. She hadn’t actually started bleeding yet, but the cramps in her womb were leaving her incapacitated. As the day wore on, her period still did not put in an appearance, but she hurt so bad at times tears silently rolled down pale cheeks. An hour before sunset, the cramps eased and the blood started to flow; with it Buffy felt arousal unlike any she had ever felt before. Even Angel had not had her this hot so fast, she was a little confused and frightened. Deciding the best thing to do would be to ignore it, she hopped up and went to take a shower before getting ready to patrol.

The warm water cascaded down upon her, both relieving and enticing her aching body. She moaned as she pinched aching hard nipples, anointing the dusky buds with vanilla bath oil, before sliding her hands down her body and into the soft curls surrounding her mound. She slid oiled fingers between swollen lips and stroked lightly, pulling on the distended bud she found there, her head thrown back in ecstasy, but it wasn’t enough. Her eyes opened, the iris and pupil swallowed up in pale silver fire. She pulled her fingers from her swollen pussy lips and brought the bloodied digits to her nose, delicately inhaling the musky scent, before swiping her tongue across the tips. A feral grin graced her lips and she quickly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

In her room, she took time to dry and curl her hair, letting the breeze from her window play over her toned, tanned body. The light from the slowly setting sun created a prism over her nude form, engulfing her image in flames. She applied a light coat of mascara and rolled cherry gloss over a full pouty mouth. Finally, she slipped a black satin and lace gown over her silkened body, letting it fall just below her ass. She ran her hands over the soft shimmering material, pinching her nipples and teasing her mound. Her eyes flashed silver again and she moaned at the feel on satin against her bare skin.

Just as the sun set she stepped out of her back door and into the yard, the blood red of the sinking sun forming a demonic halo around the golden girl in a black silk gown with a stake in her hand. Her eyes bled to pure silver fire as the sun finally dipped below the horizon and the Slayer stalked out into the moonlit night. As she moved, her life-blood slid from her body and painted her inner thighs, the tantalizing fragrance filling the air. With ease she ran swiftly until, standing in a cemetery she stopped, nostrils flaring, eyes glowing in the night.

The Slayer crouched low to the ground and scented her surroundings again, smiling ferally once more when she scented her prey. She slid supple fingers in between her legs, circling her clit, tugging lightly at it, eyes sliding to half-mast as she played. She dipped strong fingers into her dripping pussy and flicked the mass of nerves she found there, growling in heat and lust, before making a scoop of her hand and collecting blood from her womb. She pulled her hand out from between her thighs and stared at the blood she had gathered, before carefully anointing her stake with the life-giving substance. The rest she wiped in grass in front of her. Standing quickly, she opened silvered eyes wide and looked at the nearly full moon; she held her stake aloft, the blood on shining black in the moonlight. With a roar she brought the stake down and pierced the blood stained earth. As it penetrated the circle of blood a silver light radiated out from it, sending a pulse into the dark Sunnydale night. Her job complete, the Slayer crouched back down and waited.

~

The Battle

Spike was restless and edgy. He had been all day to the point where he had been unable to sleep. Now and again Dru would whimper or groan in her sleep and he wondered what dark dreams were weaving around his black princess. As sunset approached, he opened he the door to factory and inhaled the air. His demon roared to life and he shifted, golden eyes burning the twilight night. He growled and his nostrils flared as the breeze carried a scent so rich, so sinful he was immediately hard and hungry. He glanced back at Dru and saw her watching him, a sad look on her delicate doll-like features. He turned to ask her what was wrong, when an electrifying hum filled the night, sliding into his body, hardening his cock further and the eyes he turned on his Sire glowed with silver fire. He growled low in his throat as he identified the sweet, musky scent, now settled inside of him. Slayer, blood, life, mate. He spared not one glance back for his goddess, she was lost to him forever as he took off into the night, following instincts older then time, stalking his prey.

He never heard his Sire’s whisper to the empty room, “Goodbye, my Spike.”

~

Dru lay on the bed, a small, sad smile on her lips as she looked at the spot where her childe had stood. A tear worked its way down a bloodless cheek and she didn’t bother to wipe it away. She could spare a tear for her favorite childe, her only, her William. For over hundred years they had hunted and bathed in blood together, but she could never bring herself to love him. He took care of her, but now it was time for her to return to her dark Angel. The Slayer could love her William the way he needed to be loved, the way he secretly desired to be loved. She arose and packed her small valise, picking up Ms. Edith as she started out into the night to find her Daddy.

~

Spike’s senses unerringly led him to the edge of a cemetery and paused to take in the scene before him. His Slayer was crouched low to the ground, watching with feral silver eyes the vampires battling before her. She tossed her head back and growled in excitement at the males vying for the right to be her mate.

The sounds of the battle were ferocious as the two young vampires fought to the death. They had been called to the Slayer through ritual and blood and they were totally lost to their demons as they punched, kicked and bit at their opponent. Spike was through watching the bloody gits. The Slayer was his mate; he just had to take her. Had to get rid of these two first. Looking around he counted at least four others watching the battle awaiting their turn. One tried to avoid fighting and went straight for the prize, but the Slayer was having none of it. Only the strongest, the Alpha would be her mate. She flipped the offender over her crouched body and twisted his head off with ease, growling at the audacity of it.

Spike decided to clear the area of the competition. He stepped into the circle surrounding the girl and the battling vamps. The scent of his Slayer was much stronger here inside the circle and he growled loud enough that all eyes were suddenly on him. His duster blew open on the slight breeze, making him appear to have black leathery wings and his hair was bright in the moonlight. His gaze locked with each vamp in turn, flashing silver to their usual yellow, and they all stepped back, cowering in fear, conceding the fight to the Master in front of them.

The two that had been fighting, stepped back and decided to tag team him. They foolishly rushed at him and he grabbed them both by back of the neck, squeezing until he felt their bones pop. They howled in agony as he dropped one and twisted the other’s head off, the repeated the process with the other. He turned and faced the now standing Slayer, his eyes glowing silver to match hers.

The Claiming

Buffy the girl was no more. In her place was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She growled in excitement as they started to arrive, ignoring the youngest and watching the older ones begin to fight. Only the strongest would be her mate, and she knew that these two would not be it. He had not gotten here yet, but she could feel him coming, when he came he would take care of these young pups and take what was his.

Her excitement grew stronger as she felt him enter the gates of the cemetery and the blood that ran from her womb grew hotter, swelling her flesh further and dripping onto the grass, calling to him. When he stepped into the clearing, and challenged the young ones she shivered in desire and ran her fingers over her suddenly straining nipples. She saw his eyes flash silver in the moonlight and was overcome with lust as she watched him effortlessly dust the two that had been fighting for her. She stood as he turned towards her and spread her legs, sliver fire meeting silver fire in the now quiet night.

Spike growled at her commanding that she let him in and she in turn lowered her eyes and ripped the gown from her body in supplication. He stalked towards her at the action and fell to his knees in front of her, licking the trail of blood from her thighs back to the source. He delved into her pussy with his tongue and whimpered-growled at the taste of her exploding on his tongue. He gripped her ass in cool hands and dug in, holding her to his face as he explored her hot pussy.

Buffy gripped his hair between her fingers and held on as he ate her out. Nothing had ever felt this good and she tipped her head back and moaned in surrender and passion. She let out a disappointed mewl as he released her suddenly and stood, blood smeared across his mouth and chin, sliver eyes flashing in lust.

He slid his duster from his shoulder and laid it on the ground in front of Buffy before taking off his red shirt and peeling off his tight black t-shirt. The Slayer licked her lips as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down exposing his turgid cock to her hungry eyes. He growled in command and she lay on the silk lining of the duster, legs spread wide for him, hands cupping her breasts in offering. He growled again as he looked at her spread on his duster awaiting him. He dropped to his knees before her and spread her thighs wider as he fit his hips in between them. They both moaned at the contact as his cock brushed against her slippery flesh. He gripped her hips and aligned himself to her wet opening and pushed inside. He groaned as her tight, wet flesh encased his hardness, the blood making his passage smooth as silk and easy. He wrapped her legs around his back and fell on top of her, his arms catching him so as not to crush her, but allowing his chest to brush against her breasts with every stroke of his body into hers.

Buffy threw her head back and held on as he moved on top of her, in her. Her nails scored his back as he thrust into her again and again, filling her in a way that Angel couldn’t. This, then is what she had been waiting for, this is what she was made to do. Suddenly, she understood everything. There would be no more Slayers called by magic. The next generation of Slayers would be born, born of a Slayer and a vampire. With that realization she slid her hands into the short curls on the back of Spike’s neck and brought his mouth down to hers for a kiss. In direct opposite of the pounding of their lower bodies, their kiss was deep and slow, a sliding of tongue over lips and fangs, until she nicked her tongue on one of them, allowing him to suck on it. She pulled her mouth away from his.

“Spike,” she said his name for the first time that night. Her Slayer and Buffy sides had joined inside of her and she was stronger then ever, more sure of herself then before. She now knew why normal guys just didn’t do it for her. She was made for him.

“Yeah, luv?” he replied, relishing the blood she had freely given him. For the first time, he allowed himself to admit his true feelings for this girl. She was his. He had been made for her.

“Make me yours.” She looked into eyes still filled with silver fire, complementing her own.

Spike didn’t hesitate; he had known when he had left Dru earlier that he wouldn’t be back. That this girl was to be his, hell he had always known, it was the reason they had never killed each other.

He slid his hand down between their bodies and rubbed his finger over her clit, she arched her neck and cried out as her orgasm suddenly over took her. He growled as her muscles clamped down on his cock and bit deeply into her pulsing throat. Her blood exploded into his mouth and growled again as he began to drink, his cock slamming into her grasping pussy.

She tightened her muscles around him as each pull of his mouth on her neck triggered another orgasm, she felt him tense up and knew he was close. She raised her head, focusing on the marks Drusilla had made over a century before. She growled in jealousy at the sight of them, her lips pulled back ferally over suddenly sharp teeth. Her eyes flashed gold and she struck, biting deep into his flesh over the old marks, erasing them, and marking him for herself.

He tore his mouth from her neck and threw his head back, howling in mingled pleasure-pain as she bit him, his balls clenched against her outer lips as he slammed into her all the way and came, spurting deep inside her womb. Panting, he licked his marks closed and smiled as he felt her do the same to him. He settled carefully down on her leaning most of his weight on one elbow, unwilling to slip out of her body. He felt his demon recede and looked at her clearly for the first time, blue eyes meeting hazel.

“What the hell happened here, luv?” he asked, eyes tracing her features, looking for answers.

She smiled at the confusion on his handsome face, and her fingers traced over the sharp bones of his cheeks, the soft curves of his full lips. “I’m not totally sure. I felt strange all day,” she blushed, unbelievable considering what she had just did with him. “I was hurting all day until it was almost sunset and then I felt…uh…” she stuttered, and looked at him from under her lashes.

“Horny?” he asked, smirk in place.

“Pig!” she teased, slapping him playfully. “But yeah, it was stronger then anything I’ve ever felt before. It was weird. I knew what I was doing, what I was supposed to do, but I don’t know how I knew. I knew they would come, but when they did I knew they weren’t the ones I needed. I knew I was waiting for you, Spike.”

“When you stepped into the cemetery gates, everything became clear and I waited for you. And here you are.” She emphasized this last statement with a push of her hips against his. “I’ve stopped bleeding now you know. Do you know why?” She looked at him coyly, a secret smile, playing on her lips.

Spike was astounded by everything she had said. She had been waiting for him! He knew she had belonged to him, and apparently she had known too. She was waiting patiently for him to answer. “No, love, why have you stopped, I wasn’t done with you yet.” His tongue curled behind his teeth as he looked at her suggestively.

She slapped at him again. “Well, sorry, Mr. Vampire, sir, but you’re going to have a long wait to do that again.”

“Huh, wha’?” He asked confused.

“The mating, Spike. It was for me to find my mate, yes, but it was also for another reason. Did you know that the Slayer line wasn’t supposed to be made through magic? That it just happened that way because no other Slayer’s have lived long enough to find a mate?”

He looked at her, “What are you saying, luv?”

“We made a baby, Spike. The Slayer line now passes through us.” Spike sat up, surprised and they both groaned as he slipped from her body. “Are you serious, Slayer?” He asked, a hard edge to his voice, letting her know how much her answer meant to him.

She sat up and pulled him into her arms, resting her forehead against hers. “Very serious, Daddy.” She smiled gently at the look of awe on his face.

He pulled back and cupped her face in his hands, gently lowering his head and taking her mouth with his. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip, asking for and receiving entrance. They kissed for a long time, tongues exploring, teeth nipping and lips clinging, before he pulled back to let her breath.

A grin broke out over his face, “So, the Big Bad knocked up the Slayer? Just wait until everyone hears about this!” he crowed, laughing in delight at the thought of her friends reactions, especially Peaches.

Buffy just grinned and slapped him on the ass, “Yeah, ok brag boy, get dressed and carry me home. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to my mother. And Giles…oh, God, Giles. Do you think there’s a prophecy about this?”

Spike just chuckled and buttoned her into his red shirt, deciding she was going to wear it every night with nothing under it. “Yeah, probably is luv, let’s get you home and washed up, then we can introduce, Junior to his Daddy good and proper.”

Buffy laughed again gasping as he swept her up wrapped in his duster and strode out of the cemetery and down the street, carrying them towards the small house on Revello Drive and into their future.

The End

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