Primal Slayer
Author's Note(s): Set Season 5/6 after The Gift. Buffy's back a little less human and a lot more primal. Basically a PWP. Could develop into more if my muse gets off his ass and starts writing again.Pairings: Buffy/Spike
Warnings: NC-17 (Sexual Situations)
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.
Feedback? Please, please, with chocolate and Spike on top!
1: Slayer: Primal
Spike crashed through the front door of the house on Revello Drive, pissed. “Little Bit, your ass had better be here, or so help me when I find you I’m going to rip of your bloody head and drink from your brain stem!” He slammed the door shut and tossed his duster over the back of the chair, knowing by now that Dawn was in the house, as was someone else.
“Spike!” Dawn screamed his name from the second floor, stop yelling and get your bleached British ass up here!”
“Nibblet! Language!” He called all ready taking the steps two at a time, smiling in amusement at her outburst.
He caught up with her in the hallway and grabbed her arm, “Where the hell did you go? I was worried about you! All those bleedin’ demons out there!” He motioned wildly with one arm. “Big Sis would have my dust if I let anything happen to you!”
He quieted then, realizing what he had said and a flash of hurt and sadness shown on his face before he quickly shut it down and pulled Dawn in his arms. “Sorry, Bit, I didn’t mean...” He trailed off as a low sounding growl came from behind him and caused the small hairs to raise on the back of his neck.
He tightened his grip on Dawn, his demon coming forward automatically, “What the bloody...hell...” He turned towards the noise and pushed Dawn behind him even as the younger girl began speaking, pleading.
“Buffy, you remember Spike don’t you?” The small blonde growled again and moved swiftly between Spike and Dawn, almost too quick for him to see the movement. “C’mon Buffy, it's Spike, remember? He loves us, he looks out for me; he wouldn’t hurt me.”
Buffy shook her wild mane of hair, causing Dawn to be quiet and stalked forward, towards the shocked vampire.
“Buffy?” he began slowly, his nostrils flaring as he scented her. It was she, yet it wasn’t. Her scent was different. She still smelled of vanilla and Buffy, but there was a wilder smell to her now, along with the smell of dirt. “Oh no, no.” He whispered and looked down at her hands for the evidence, finding it easily. The knuckles were scraped raw and bloody, and he cried out as she was suddenly upon him, shoving him backwards hard, causing him to crash into the wall.
Dawn screamed as her sister, at least she was pretty sure it was her sister, pushed Spike to the ground and held a stake over his heart.
Spike froze at the feel of the sharp wood against his chest, looking down incredulously, where the hell had she gotten the stake? “Buffy, Slayer!” He said firmly, forcing her to look into his blue eyes, his demon retreating. “Its me, Pet, ole Spike, remember?” He stopped when she growled again, her eyes flashing gold in the darkness of the hallway.
“Little Bit, go into the bedroom and lock the door, don’t come out until I come for you. Your Sis here is not playing with a full deck right now.”
“But, Spike...”
“I said go, Dawn!” He repeated, quietly, but firmly and he heard Dawn go into her room and close and lock the door, he never took his eyes off of the small blonde sitting on his chest.
He took a deep, unnecessary breath, causing the stake to dig in a little bit further. “Slayer,” he began again, at a loss with how to deal with the feral girl. His words turned into a moan as she slid back and settled herself on his lap, before slowing bringing her face towards him, stake still firmly in place.
He held completely still, afraid even to breathe as she inhaled, drawing his scent in. She wiggled a little, and he held back a moan as he hardened underneath what he now feared was her naked bottom and leaned in more, rubbing her face over his neck, whimpering.
She pulled up and looked at him again, eyes the soft green of new grass, before leaning in again and tasting his lips with her tongue. She growled and his mouth fell open automatically, allowing her entrance. She thrust her tongue in and tasted him thoroughly before breaking off her exploration to look at him again.
“Spike!” She said in that little growly voice that had his cock aching and his hips thrusting up against her involuntarily.
She tossed the stake aside at his movement and went to the buttons on her shirt, ripping it apart and baring herself for him. He growled at the sight of her naked before him and she growled back, louder, before ripping his shirt off as well.
Spike didn’t know what the hell was going on and he tried to reign in his demon before things went out of control. That determination lasted until she shifted totally, eyes bleeding to gold and delicate little fangs elongating, nicking her lips in the process. His demon roared to the fore at the smell of her blood and he leaned in to swipe his tongue across her bleeding lips, before capturing them in a bloody kiss, fangs cutting each other’s mouths as they battled.
The small hallway reverberated with the sounds of their passion as they rolled across the carpet; she had his jeans undone and he was sliding into her before they completed the turn. She broke away from his mouth and growled out her pleasure as his cock filled her, and he echoed the sound before stilling his hips as his head jerked towards the sound of the door- knob turning. “No! Stay in the room, Dawn!” He growled, his demon still in complete control.
“But, are you okay?” She called out, scared by the animal noises coming from her friend and her sister.
“Yes! Just stay in your room. I’ll come for you and try to explain in a bit.” He heard the teen sigh, but the door remained closed for now. He had to get them out of the hallway.
He got to his knees, Buffy clinging to him and slowly pushed himself to his feet, groaning as her weight pushed her further onto his cock. He stumbled with her into her old room and slammed the door closed, pushing her up against it and resting his head against her shoulder for a minute. She didn’t let him rest long. She pulled his head up by the hair and looked at him, human features to the fore again. She purred at him and nuzzled his mouth, pushing her hips against his to get him to moving again.
He purred back, taking her lips with his, sliding his cool tongue into the heat of her mouth, all the while mimicking the movement below. He gripped her ass in his hands and pulled out almost all the way, before sliding back in until his balls touched her ass. He had never felt anything this fucking good before.
She moaned into his mouth and held on, her nails digging into the skin on his shoulders as his thrusts picked up speed, causing them to bang against the door noisily. “Spike...mine, mine, mine...” Her chant began to gain in volume as she neared her release and she pulled him closer to her, burying her face in is neck.
“Buffy, fuck...you’re so hot, tight...not gonna last, Slayer...” His balls clenched tight and he knew he was going to explode, he quickly dipped his fingers between their bodies and rubbed her clit, causing her to scream and convulse around his thrusting cock.
“Spike, mine!” She growled and bit hard exactly over Dru’s old bites.
Spike roared as he felt her fangs enter his neck and his cock exploded deep inside her womb. She released his neck and bared her own, and before he even knew it he had accepted her invitation, had slid his fangs deep into her jugular, moaning as her hot, sweet blood flooded his mouth. He drank her down in deep gulps, his hips bucking into her repeatedly, his response of ‘yours’ lost in his ecstasy, but known regardless; he felt the claim snap in place between them.
He licked his marks clean and felt her do the same before he stumbled away from the door and fell with her onto her bed. He rolled off of her so as not to smash her and had to smile as he saw she was all ready deeply asleep. She had had a big night. He kicked his jeans the rest of the way off and pulled the comforter up over them, pulling her against him. He still had no idea what the bloody hell had happened, but tonight he was too knackered to figure it out. He figured it’d wait until the morning and joined his now mate in slumber.
To Be Continued, if the muse ever strikes again, Otherwise ... THE END
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