(no subject)
Title: Chapter 3
Series: The ecstasy of grief
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: Not mine, everything here belong to Joss Whedon; no copyright infringement is implied and I'm not using them for anything other than entertainment
Rating: R (There is sexual acts between a sixteen year old and a vampire. If this bothers you, don't read any further. If you are not the legal age to read such things, don't go any further. There is sex ahead people and only those permitted and those that want to read should press the 'click me' button
-
"Dawn, are you sure you don't want to come stay with us?" Willow asks the teenager, who is lying on the couch with her legs thrown over the arm of it. "There's this thing and….we'll probably be staying there all night and all day tomorrow."
"Like you said, there's this thing." Dawn points out. "You guys are going to be busy and stuff, doing whatever it is you're going to do. I'd get bored."
"And you don't get bored here?" Willow asks.
Footsteps sound behind them and Dawn glances behind the redheaded witch to see Tara, a large duffel bag in the blonde's hand. She smiles softly at Tara before looking back at Willow. "Yeah, sometimes I get bored but it's home and I can always find something to do here."
"If you're sure." Willow arches an eyebrow but doesn't say anything else. "You know Xander's phone number…."
"I know, Willow." Dawn interrupts. "I know Xander's phone number, the police, the next door neighbors, Giles's flat. This isn't the first time you've left, remember."
"Okay." Willow drops a kiss on Dawn's forehead. "Oh, I forgot something, I'll be right back."
Tara sets her duffel on the floor and sits down on the coffee table in front of Dawn. "Dawn, is everything okay?"
"As good as can be expected." Dawn replies. "I mean, mom's still not back, dad's missing in action, and Buffy's dead. But other than that, everything's fine."
"How's Spike?" Tara asks.
Only two months of spending ninety-eight percent of her time with the evil vampire lets Dawn school her features. She plasters on a fond but not innocent smile. "Same old Spike. Forces me to watch soaps with him and then whines when I make him watch Law & Order with me. Honestly, for a vampire, he complains an awful lot."
Tara eyes her for a moment, the slightest twinge of doubt in the witch's eyes, but Willow's back before she can ask anything else.
"You guys have fun and tell Xan and Anya I said hi." Dawn walks them to the door. She waves to them and watches until they're both down the street before shutting and bolting the door shut. She's so glad they're leaving for the night.
While the two witches left her and Spike alone a lot, they usually returned sometime in the morning. Which meant that Spike would be gone when she woke up. She's not sure what time he would leave her room but every afternoon, when she wakes up, her face snuggled into her Spike scented pillow, he's not there. She wants to wake up with him beside her but with school starting Monday, she's not going to have many more chances. Tonight might be the only time.
Right now, Spike's out patrolling and he won't be back for a few hours. She half thinks about going but knows Spike'll kill her if she does. Okay, not kill her but yell at her forever. It's easier to just not do it then to endure the lecture.
They haven't had sex yet, haven't really done more than touch each other. Spike hasn't so much as pushed her at all. She appreciates that in one respect but in another, she's starting to feel like he doesn't really want her as much as she wants him. And she does. Her feelings for Spike terrify her because deep down, she knows she's nothing more than an outlet for his evil nature. He might not be able to kill anymore but he's still able to corrupt the innocent; her.
Sometimes she thinks he has a girlfriend, maybe a vamp or a demon on the side. The first two weeks after the first time he touched her, he started coming home earlier, only patrolling for a couple hours. Then suddenly, he started staying out even later, right up till sunrise. And the last two nights or so, they've slipped back to just sleeping, not touching, together. She's too scared to bring it up. She doesn't want him to look at her like he used to, like she's just a kid to him again.
Her mind a whirlwind of grief, fear, and nerves, she hasn't been eating lately either. She's lost some weight, not enough for anybody but Spike to notice, but even he hasn't. If she was a more dramatic person, she'd scream and yell at Spike or even do something else to get his attention. But she's not. She doesn't have the motivation to freak out anymore.
She strips as she makes her way upstairs, a lot less shy about her nudity than she would have been a few months ago. She tosses her dirty clothes into her room and grabs one of Spike's t-shirts off her floor. She wants a hot shower.
Thirty minutes later, warm water flooding her face, something touches Dawn's shoulder. She spins around with a scream.
"Scare you, bit?" Spike arches an eyebrow.
"You almost gave me a heart attack, Spike." Dawn smacks his hands away. "What are you doing here anyways?"
"I live here, pet." Spike steps back from the shower and starts stripping off his clothes.
"I know that, Spike." Dawn rolls her eyes and turns up the heat a little. "I just meant it's only a few hours past sunset. Shouldn't you be patrolling?"
"Done did." Spike tosses his clothes towards the door and steps into the shower with Dawn, crowding her body with his. "Now I'm done."
Dawn swallows heavily, pushing past her lust and happiness at his presence and starts to step out of the shower when he catches her wrist.
"We're not done here, bit." Spike swings them around until she's standing in front of him and he's under the hot spray of water. He closes his eyes, letting the water soak his hair, and then opens one eye to look at Dawn. "You know what to do, pet."
She does and she wants to, which makes her feel cheap, like a whore, but maybe that's what she is. His whore. She starts at his neck, licking and sucking like he taught her while her hand traces down his body, fingernails skirting over his abs until they're tangling in the short, crisp hairs surrounding his cock. This, this she knows how to do. Spike taught her how to jack him off like a pro. She really could give whores a run for their money. She cups his balls, rolls them roughly, just like he likes, and drops her other hand to grasp his cock. He groans in appreciation as she pumps him quick and hard, just like he taught her.
"Mmm, luv, that feels great." Spike reaches down to grab her wrists. "But now it's time to use your mouth."
Her heart is pounding in her chest and she wants to back away. She knows about oral sex, partly from school, partly from hearing Anya talk about it, but mostly from Spike. They've never done it but Spike loves to talk about, loves to tell her everything that he's going to do to her one day while he's fingering her. "I don't…."
"Either you do it on your own or I'm going to force you on your knees, sweetening but make no mistake, you will be there." Spike growls.
Dawn hates herself for growing moist at his threat but she does. She doesn't move to her knees though, instead sits on the tub's edge.
Spike hardens at her acceptance of his dominance, actually the way she revels in it. She's turned on, her pink little cunt moistening with the crème he's going to lick up in a few minutes.
She doesn't know what to do but knows she has to something or it will piss him off. She also knows there is no way she's going to fit his entire cock in her mouth so she wraps her fist around the base of it, partly to hold it steady but mostly to make it less to suck on. Still not sure what to do but because it kinda resembles a popsicle, she decides to treat it like one.
Holy fuck, he wasn't prepared for this. He knew it would be good but had no idea how good. Her little tongue swipes at his cock in innocent, naïve little strokes, like a little kitten. Over and over again, her cunt juicing up even more as she blows him. Then she sinks her mouth down on him, like she's testing how much she can fit into her mouth, and her warm tongue rubs against him.
God, she really is a whore because she is enjoying this so much. Her hands scramble at his ass, holding him against her mouth so she can taste more of him.
"Mmm…look at you bit, such a good little cocksucker." Spike purrs. "You like this, don't you?"
"Yes." Dawn moans around his cock, knowing better than to not answer him.
"It's making you wet, isn't it?" Spike asks.
"Yes." Dawn bobs her head up and down his cock, mimicking the act of fucking.
"Touch yourself, pet." Spike orders.
"Spike." Dawn moans, half disgusted by his order and half turned on.
Spike grabs her shaver off the tray next to him and breaks the head off. Then he hands her the handle of it. "Fuck yourself with this, pet."
Dawn doesn't move her mouth off his cock as she takes the razor's handle. It's textured, about four inches long, and she shoves it into her cunt without hesitation.
"That's it, baby." Spike growls his appreciation, his eyes yellow and face distorted as he watches his niblet suck him off while she thrusts the makeshift dildo into her tight cunt.
"Oh, god Spike…." Dawn moans, her teeth scraping his cock when her pussy starts to pulse.
Spike reaches down and flicks her clit with his finger; that's all it takes.
Dawn screeches her release, hips bucking against her hand as she shoves the handle as deep inside herself as she can. Spike takes that moment to shove his cock deep into mouth, making her gag, and then he's groaning and her mouth is being flooded with his cool cum. She gags down some of it and coughs up the rest, her hips still gyrating against her hand as she rides out her orgasm.
Fuck, she looks so hot. Thighs spread, cut pink and swollen, nipples hard and tight and eyes dilated with lust. Not to mention his cum smeared all over her face and hair. "You're so bloody hot, pet."
"I'm dirty." Dawn argues.
"Mmm, my dirty little girl." Spike agrees, hand wrapping around her wrist to pull her to her feet.
Dawn moans as her weight shifts, the shaver handle still inside her.
"Put your foot up on the tub." Spike orders as he moves behind her.
Dawn does without hesitation.
Spike dips his head to her neck as his hands skate down her chest, cupping and squeezing her firm, young tits. Her head lolls back against his shoulder as he slips his hand down to the small triangle hair masking her sweet, innocent cunt. His fingers grasp the tiny bit of plastic poking out of her sheathe and pulls it out before slamming it back in, over and over again, chuckling as she thrusts against his hand like a bitch in heat. Her juices flow down his hand, the sweet scent hitting his nostrils and hardening him like steel. He has to taste her, now.
Dawn moans her protest when Spike pulls the handle out and tosses it away. "Spike, please."
"Not like that, pet." Spike turns off the water and swings her up into his arm, stalking out of the bathroom and to her room. He debates where to do it until he sees her desk, where she does her homework like the good little girl that she is. He clears it off with one swipe of his hand and drops her down onto it, pushing her backwards until she's leaning against the wall. Then he plants her wet feet flat on the desk's surface and spreads them until her cunt is wide open.
Dawn starts to close her legs, her body flaming at her open position, but Spike's growl stops her.
"You look good enough to eat, pet." Spike grabs the small chair next to her bed and drags it over, kicking her desk chair out of the way. "And I'm famished."
"Oh, god." Dawn moans, head slamming back against the wall.
"Shh, pet, you're gonna love it." Spike pushes the chair's back against the desk and kneels on it, his hands running up her smooth legs until he's cupping her ass. He pulls her sweet smelling cunt towards him as his head dips.
A squeak escapes her mouth at the first flick of his tongue and it turns into a long moan as he licks and nips at her cunt but never touches her clit.
He could spend all night here, licking up her sweet juices. In fact, he wants more so he focuses on getting her as juiced up as he can. He lets go of her ass since he no longer has to hold her against him, she's doing that just fine on her own, and moves them back to her tits. After only a few minutes, she's panting and shaking against him, her entire body coated in sweat.
"Please, Spike." Dawn begs, her legs locking around his neck to hold him against her.
"You know better than that, pet." Spike fucks her with his tongue, growling at the torrent of moisture that brings out of her.
"Ohh…" Dawn pants, head thrashing against the wall. "Spike, please….please make me cum. Please."
"That's my girl." Spike nudges her clit with the tip of his tongue and then sucks it deep into his mouth, greedily lapping up her juices as she cums.
It's amazing like always and is pretty much why she doesn't mind being his whore…just his though. She can't imagine anyone else touching her and she wonders if Spike feels the same way…not about touching other people but other people touching her. And because she doesn't really care anymore, about anything but him really, she decides to test it. "God, if I knew it would be that good I wouldn't have said no when Billy asked if he could go down on me."
"Who the bloody fuck is Billy?" Spike roars, vamping out.
Okay, he doesn't like it.
"Answer me, bit." Spike grips her arms. "You bloody well better answer me, bit, or I'll turn you over my knee and whip the answer out of you."
"Your chip." Dawn protests.
"Won't go off and you know it." Spike lifts her up and tosses her onto her bed. "It never goes off because you like it, want it…crave it. You'd let me chain you up and spank your ass red and we both know it."
Dawn shakes her head in denial.
With a pissed off growl, Spike sits down and drags her over his lap.
"Spike, you're not…." Dawn screeches when he slams his hand down on her ass. And when he doesn't shout from the pain of his chip going off, she knows he's right. She wants it, craves any attention he'll give her.
"Who the hell is Billy?" Spike rains a bruising slap on her ass.
"Just a boy." Dawn grunts.
"You let him touch your sweet cunt, bit?" Spike cups said cunt forcibly. "Let him touch your little titties?"
"No." Dawn moans, pushing up on her knees and elbows.
Spike continues to spank her while he fucks her with his other hand, pushing her into a world of pleasure/pain that she's yet to venture into.
Tears are rolling down her checks, mostly from the pain but partly out of mortification; she likes it. She likes the stinging in her ass being off-setted by his fingers in her cunt.
"You going to let him?" Spike rains three hard smacks onto her pink bottom. "Gonna let him taste you, fuck your virgin pussy?"
"Why, would it bother you?" Dawn hisses when he forces four fingers into her pussy.
"This is mine, pet, sure as if it were on my body." Spike growls, thumb moving up to rub against her clit. "Your little cunt, titties, and ass, all of it is mine to use how I want and chip or not, I will kill anyone else that touches you, do you understand me?"
"Yes." Dawn mewls, head tilting back to look into his yellow eyes. "Please, Spike, I wanna cum."
"That's my girl." Spike pulls his hand back and slams it down onto her ass while at the same time pinching her clit tightly; she comes with a long, deep wail.
Dawn snuggles into his embrace further, loving the coolness of Spike around her. "Spike?"
"Yeah, niblet?" Spike cups her ass cheeks, rubbing the abused skin gently.
"Will you eat me again?" Dawn asks quietly, her body blushing as she does so.
Spike laughs. "Like that, did you?"
"Yes." Dawn nods eagerly. "Please?"
"Please what, pet?" Spike murmurs deeply.
"Please eat me out, Spike." Dawn asks.
"Anytime, niblet." Spike replies. "C'mon up here."
Dawn sits up, confusion furrowing her brow when Spike lays back on her bed. She's not sure how this is supposed to work, she thought he'd sit on the floor or something, or maybe her back on her desk. Then he licks his lips, which makes her nipples harden painfully, and she quickly scrambles up the bed to straddle his face.
"Mmm, you taste wonderful, bit." Spike growls against her dripping folds. "Can't wait to taste you when you're menstruating."
"What?" Dawn squeals.
"Oh, pet, your sweet honey combined with your blood, nothing could be better." Spike nips her clit. "And that's only a few days away, if I'm not mistaking."
Dawn moans in the back of her throat, hands gripping her headboard as Spike's tongue sends her to that blissful place once more.
-
Dawn slams her locker closed, stuffing books into her book bag. She has chemistry next, which she likes, so she's actually looking forward to that class. She got out of study hall early so the hall way is pretty much empty. She's supposed to be meet Janice at her locker but as she's walking past a slightly open door, a hand snakes out and pulls her inside. A hand clasps over her mouth before she can scream, not that she's going to because knows that hand, intimately.
"Hey there, bit." Spike murmurs in Dawn's ear, pulling her body against his.
"Spike." Dawn pushes his hand down. "What are you doing here? How did you even get here?"
"Sewers, niblet." Spike turns her around, leans her against the door. "Haven't got to taste you in days."
"School's taking up a lot of my time." Dawn defends.
"Naw, that's not it." Spike cups her cunt.
Dawn's eyes flutter closed, the days since she's been without him hitting hard, right where he's cupping.
"You're menstruating, bit." Spike dips his hand lower, rubbing her warm thighs briefly, before skating up under her skirt to brush his fingers over the cotton of her panties. He can feel the maxi pad she's wearing, the thick cotton collecting the blood that should be on his tongue. "It embarrasses you."
Dawn nods, biting on her lip to keep from moaning as he brushes his fingers over her bleeding cunt.
Spike pushes two fingers past the elastic of her panties to collect some of the liquid there. He pulls them out and brings them up to his face. "Bit, look at me."
Dawn forces her eyes open, her face flaming at the sight of his fingers coated with her honey and blood.
Spike dips his fingers into his mouth, eyes on Dawn as he licks her honey and blood.
"Oh, god." Dawn moans.
Spike smirks at her before dropping to his knees on the stair before the one Dawn is standing on. He pulls her panties down and drops them on top of her book bag.
Dawn obediently lifts her leg onto Spike's shoulder, not waiting for him to instruct her because she wants this as much as he does. "We gotta hurry, Spike."
Spike just laps at her pussy. Laps at it like a dog would water. This is heaven to him, his bit's cunt warming his face, her blood and honey on his tongue. He doesn't get her off, just gets her horny, fucking her roughly with his tongue, rolls her clit with his teeth a few times, not enough to get her off, just enough to get her juices flowing even more. Her honey is intoxicating enough on it's own but combined with her blood it's damn near ambrosia.
Dawn slides her hands up under her shirt, cupping her aching breast as she rides Spike's tongue. The fact that she's in school, that the bell rang and she can hear students walking by just makes it better, just makes her pussy clench even more. "Spike, please, please make me cum, please."
He doesn't want to, he wants to spend the next couple days right here, feeding off her, but knows if she misses school, the principal will call Giles and that'll cause more problems than he wants to deal with. So he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks, hard.
Dawn bites down on her arm to muffle her scream as she's hurled into a body numbing orgasm. Her knees buckle and she slides down the door, bare butt landing on the cold, dirty stair under her.
"C'mon, niblet." Spike pushes his jeans down far enough for his cock to spring free and nudges her face with it.
Dawn automatically opens her mouth, sucking Spike's cock into her mouth while her hands move up to cup his balls. She has to get to class so she hurries, sucking Spike as hard and deep as she can, the tip of his cock bumping the back of her throat.
Spike growls, his face already vamped out from her blood. His eyes roll back as his niblet deep throats him and it doesn't take but a few moments before he's cumming, filling her sweet mouth with his cool seed.
Dawn sucks down all of Spike's cum, greedily swallowing the salty but tasty liquid. She pulls back once he's clean and gently tucks him back inside his pants.
Spike grabs Dawn's panties and helps her back into them. A bit of his cum is on her chin and he wipes it away with his thumb. "Missed some, baby-girl."
Dawn sucks Spike's thumb into her mouth, eyes wide as she stares into his.
Spike feels himself harden again at the innocent look on her face as she sucks on his thumb. "Come straight home from school, bit. I plan on spending the night between your legs."
Dawn's pussy clenches at the thought and only Spike reaching behind her to open the door keeps her from grabbing him again. "See you later."
"Bye, luv." Spike watches Dawn leave and once she's gone, jumps down the stairs, landing in a crouch. He can't bloody well wait for school to be over.
Series: The ecstasy of grief
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: Not mine, everything here belong to Joss Whedon; no copyright infringement is implied and I'm not using them for anything other than entertainment
Rating: R (There is sexual acts between a sixteen year old and a vampire. If this bothers you, don't read any further. If you are not the legal age to read such things, don't go any further. There is sex ahead people and only those permitted and those that want to read should press the 'click me' button
-
"Dawn, are you sure you don't want to come stay with us?" Willow asks the teenager, who is lying on the couch with her legs thrown over the arm of it. "There's this thing and….we'll probably be staying there all night and all day tomorrow."
"Like you said, there's this thing." Dawn points out. "You guys are going to be busy and stuff, doing whatever it is you're going to do. I'd get bored."
"And you don't get bored here?" Willow asks.
Footsteps sound behind them and Dawn glances behind the redheaded witch to see Tara, a large duffel bag in the blonde's hand. She smiles softly at Tara before looking back at Willow. "Yeah, sometimes I get bored but it's home and I can always find something to do here."
"If you're sure." Willow arches an eyebrow but doesn't say anything else. "You know Xander's phone number…."
"I know, Willow." Dawn interrupts. "I know Xander's phone number, the police, the next door neighbors, Giles's flat. This isn't the first time you've left, remember."
"Okay." Willow drops a kiss on Dawn's forehead. "Oh, I forgot something, I'll be right back."
Tara sets her duffel on the floor and sits down on the coffee table in front of Dawn. "Dawn, is everything okay?"
"As good as can be expected." Dawn replies. "I mean, mom's still not back, dad's missing in action, and Buffy's dead. But other than that, everything's fine."
"How's Spike?" Tara asks.
Only two months of spending ninety-eight percent of her time with the evil vampire lets Dawn school her features. She plasters on a fond but not innocent smile. "Same old Spike. Forces me to watch soaps with him and then whines when I make him watch Law & Order with me. Honestly, for a vampire, he complains an awful lot."
Tara eyes her for a moment, the slightest twinge of doubt in the witch's eyes, but Willow's back before she can ask anything else.
"You guys have fun and tell Xan and Anya I said hi." Dawn walks them to the door. She waves to them and watches until they're both down the street before shutting and bolting the door shut. She's so glad they're leaving for the night.
While the two witches left her and Spike alone a lot, they usually returned sometime in the morning. Which meant that Spike would be gone when she woke up. She's not sure what time he would leave her room but every afternoon, when she wakes up, her face snuggled into her Spike scented pillow, he's not there. She wants to wake up with him beside her but with school starting Monday, she's not going to have many more chances. Tonight might be the only time.
Right now, Spike's out patrolling and he won't be back for a few hours. She half thinks about going but knows Spike'll kill her if she does. Okay, not kill her but yell at her forever. It's easier to just not do it then to endure the lecture.
They haven't had sex yet, haven't really done more than touch each other. Spike hasn't so much as pushed her at all. She appreciates that in one respect but in another, she's starting to feel like he doesn't really want her as much as she wants him. And she does. Her feelings for Spike terrify her because deep down, she knows she's nothing more than an outlet for his evil nature. He might not be able to kill anymore but he's still able to corrupt the innocent; her.
Sometimes she thinks he has a girlfriend, maybe a vamp or a demon on the side. The first two weeks after the first time he touched her, he started coming home earlier, only patrolling for a couple hours. Then suddenly, he started staying out even later, right up till sunrise. And the last two nights or so, they've slipped back to just sleeping, not touching, together. She's too scared to bring it up. She doesn't want him to look at her like he used to, like she's just a kid to him again.
Her mind a whirlwind of grief, fear, and nerves, she hasn't been eating lately either. She's lost some weight, not enough for anybody but Spike to notice, but even he hasn't. If she was a more dramatic person, she'd scream and yell at Spike or even do something else to get his attention. But she's not. She doesn't have the motivation to freak out anymore.
She strips as she makes her way upstairs, a lot less shy about her nudity than she would have been a few months ago. She tosses her dirty clothes into her room and grabs one of Spike's t-shirts off her floor. She wants a hot shower.
Thirty minutes later, warm water flooding her face, something touches Dawn's shoulder. She spins around with a scream.
"Scare you, bit?" Spike arches an eyebrow.
"You almost gave me a heart attack, Spike." Dawn smacks his hands away. "What are you doing here anyways?"
"I live here, pet." Spike steps back from the shower and starts stripping off his clothes.
"I know that, Spike." Dawn rolls her eyes and turns up the heat a little. "I just meant it's only a few hours past sunset. Shouldn't you be patrolling?"
"Done did." Spike tosses his clothes towards the door and steps into the shower with Dawn, crowding her body with his. "Now I'm done."
Dawn swallows heavily, pushing past her lust and happiness at his presence and starts to step out of the shower when he catches her wrist.
"We're not done here, bit." Spike swings them around until she's standing in front of him and he's under the hot spray of water. He closes his eyes, letting the water soak his hair, and then opens one eye to look at Dawn. "You know what to do, pet."
She does and she wants to, which makes her feel cheap, like a whore, but maybe that's what she is. His whore. She starts at his neck, licking and sucking like he taught her while her hand traces down his body, fingernails skirting over his abs until they're tangling in the short, crisp hairs surrounding his cock. This, this she knows how to do. Spike taught her how to jack him off like a pro. She really could give whores a run for their money. She cups his balls, rolls them roughly, just like he likes, and drops her other hand to grasp his cock. He groans in appreciation as she pumps him quick and hard, just like he taught her.
"Mmm, luv, that feels great." Spike reaches down to grab her wrists. "But now it's time to use your mouth."
Her heart is pounding in her chest and she wants to back away. She knows about oral sex, partly from school, partly from hearing Anya talk about it, but mostly from Spike. They've never done it but Spike loves to talk about, loves to tell her everything that he's going to do to her one day while he's fingering her. "I don't…."
"Either you do it on your own or I'm going to force you on your knees, sweetening but make no mistake, you will be there." Spike growls.
Dawn hates herself for growing moist at his threat but she does. She doesn't move to her knees though, instead sits on the tub's edge.
Spike hardens at her acceptance of his dominance, actually the way she revels in it. She's turned on, her pink little cunt moistening with the crème he's going to lick up in a few minutes.
She doesn't know what to do but knows she has to something or it will piss him off. She also knows there is no way she's going to fit his entire cock in her mouth so she wraps her fist around the base of it, partly to hold it steady but mostly to make it less to suck on. Still not sure what to do but because it kinda resembles a popsicle, she decides to treat it like one.
Holy fuck, he wasn't prepared for this. He knew it would be good but had no idea how good. Her little tongue swipes at his cock in innocent, naïve little strokes, like a little kitten. Over and over again, her cunt juicing up even more as she blows him. Then she sinks her mouth down on him, like she's testing how much she can fit into her mouth, and her warm tongue rubs against him.
God, she really is a whore because she is enjoying this so much. Her hands scramble at his ass, holding him against her mouth so she can taste more of him.
"Mmm…look at you bit, such a good little cocksucker." Spike purrs. "You like this, don't you?"
"Yes." Dawn moans around his cock, knowing better than to not answer him.
"It's making you wet, isn't it?" Spike asks.
"Yes." Dawn bobs her head up and down his cock, mimicking the act of fucking.
"Touch yourself, pet." Spike orders.
"Spike." Dawn moans, half disgusted by his order and half turned on.
Spike grabs her shaver off the tray next to him and breaks the head off. Then he hands her the handle of it. "Fuck yourself with this, pet."
Dawn doesn't move her mouth off his cock as she takes the razor's handle. It's textured, about four inches long, and she shoves it into her cunt without hesitation.
"That's it, baby." Spike growls his appreciation, his eyes yellow and face distorted as he watches his niblet suck him off while she thrusts the makeshift dildo into her tight cunt.
"Oh, god Spike…." Dawn moans, her teeth scraping his cock when her pussy starts to pulse.
Spike reaches down and flicks her clit with his finger; that's all it takes.
Dawn screeches her release, hips bucking against her hand as she shoves the handle as deep inside herself as she can. Spike takes that moment to shove his cock deep into mouth, making her gag, and then he's groaning and her mouth is being flooded with his cool cum. She gags down some of it and coughs up the rest, her hips still gyrating against her hand as she rides out her orgasm.
Fuck, she looks so hot. Thighs spread, cut pink and swollen, nipples hard and tight and eyes dilated with lust. Not to mention his cum smeared all over her face and hair. "You're so bloody hot, pet."
"I'm dirty." Dawn argues.
"Mmm, my dirty little girl." Spike agrees, hand wrapping around her wrist to pull her to her feet.
Dawn moans as her weight shifts, the shaver handle still inside her.
"Put your foot up on the tub." Spike orders as he moves behind her.
Dawn does without hesitation.
Spike dips his head to her neck as his hands skate down her chest, cupping and squeezing her firm, young tits. Her head lolls back against his shoulder as he slips his hand down to the small triangle hair masking her sweet, innocent cunt. His fingers grasp the tiny bit of plastic poking out of her sheathe and pulls it out before slamming it back in, over and over again, chuckling as she thrusts against his hand like a bitch in heat. Her juices flow down his hand, the sweet scent hitting his nostrils and hardening him like steel. He has to taste her, now.
Dawn moans her protest when Spike pulls the handle out and tosses it away. "Spike, please."
"Not like that, pet." Spike turns off the water and swings her up into his arm, stalking out of the bathroom and to her room. He debates where to do it until he sees her desk, where she does her homework like the good little girl that she is. He clears it off with one swipe of his hand and drops her down onto it, pushing her backwards until she's leaning against the wall. Then he plants her wet feet flat on the desk's surface and spreads them until her cunt is wide open.
Dawn starts to close her legs, her body flaming at her open position, but Spike's growl stops her.
"You look good enough to eat, pet." Spike grabs the small chair next to her bed and drags it over, kicking her desk chair out of the way. "And I'm famished."
"Oh, god." Dawn moans, head slamming back against the wall.
"Shh, pet, you're gonna love it." Spike pushes the chair's back against the desk and kneels on it, his hands running up her smooth legs until he's cupping her ass. He pulls her sweet smelling cunt towards him as his head dips.
A squeak escapes her mouth at the first flick of his tongue and it turns into a long moan as he licks and nips at her cunt but never touches her clit.
He could spend all night here, licking up her sweet juices. In fact, he wants more so he focuses on getting her as juiced up as he can. He lets go of her ass since he no longer has to hold her against him, she's doing that just fine on her own, and moves them back to her tits. After only a few minutes, she's panting and shaking against him, her entire body coated in sweat.
"Please, Spike." Dawn begs, her legs locking around his neck to hold him against her.
"You know better than that, pet." Spike fucks her with his tongue, growling at the torrent of moisture that brings out of her.
"Ohh…" Dawn pants, head thrashing against the wall. "Spike, please….please make me cum. Please."
"That's my girl." Spike nudges her clit with the tip of his tongue and then sucks it deep into his mouth, greedily lapping up her juices as she cums.
It's amazing like always and is pretty much why she doesn't mind being his whore…just his though. She can't imagine anyone else touching her and she wonders if Spike feels the same way…not about touching other people but other people touching her. And because she doesn't really care anymore, about anything but him really, she decides to test it. "God, if I knew it would be that good I wouldn't have said no when Billy asked if he could go down on me."
"Who the bloody fuck is Billy?" Spike roars, vamping out.
Okay, he doesn't like it.
"Answer me, bit." Spike grips her arms. "You bloody well better answer me, bit, or I'll turn you over my knee and whip the answer out of you."
"Your chip." Dawn protests.
"Won't go off and you know it." Spike lifts her up and tosses her onto her bed. "It never goes off because you like it, want it…crave it. You'd let me chain you up and spank your ass red and we both know it."
Dawn shakes her head in denial.
With a pissed off growl, Spike sits down and drags her over his lap.
"Spike, you're not…." Dawn screeches when he slams his hand down on her ass. And when he doesn't shout from the pain of his chip going off, she knows he's right. She wants it, craves any attention he'll give her.
"Who the hell is Billy?" Spike rains a bruising slap on her ass.
"Just a boy." Dawn grunts.
"You let him touch your sweet cunt, bit?" Spike cups said cunt forcibly. "Let him touch your little titties?"
"No." Dawn moans, pushing up on her knees and elbows.
Spike continues to spank her while he fucks her with his other hand, pushing her into a world of pleasure/pain that she's yet to venture into.
Tears are rolling down her checks, mostly from the pain but partly out of mortification; she likes it. She likes the stinging in her ass being off-setted by his fingers in her cunt.
"You going to let him?" Spike rains three hard smacks onto her pink bottom. "Gonna let him taste you, fuck your virgin pussy?"
"Why, would it bother you?" Dawn hisses when he forces four fingers into her pussy.
"This is mine, pet, sure as if it were on my body." Spike growls, thumb moving up to rub against her clit. "Your little cunt, titties, and ass, all of it is mine to use how I want and chip or not, I will kill anyone else that touches you, do you understand me?"
"Yes." Dawn mewls, head tilting back to look into his yellow eyes. "Please, Spike, I wanna cum."
"That's my girl." Spike pulls his hand back and slams it down onto her ass while at the same time pinching her clit tightly; she comes with a long, deep wail.
Dawn snuggles into his embrace further, loving the coolness of Spike around her. "Spike?"
"Yeah, niblet?" Spike cups her ass cheeks, rubbing the abused skin gently.
"Will you eat me again?" Dawn asks quietly, her body blushing as she does so.
Spike laughs. "Like that, did you?"
"Yes." Dawn nods eagerly. "Please?"
"Please what, pet?" Spike murmurs deeply.
"Please eat me out, Spike." Dawn asks.
"Anytime, niblet." Spike replies. "C'mon up here."
Dawn sits up, confusion furrowing her brow when Spike lays back on her bed. She's not sure how this is supposed to work, she thought he'd sit on the floor or something, or maybe her back on her desk. Then he licks his lips, which makes her nipples harden painfully, and she quickly scrambles up the bed to straddle his face.
"Mmm, you taste wonderful, bit." Spike growls against her dripping folds. "Can't wait to taste you when you're menstruating."
"What?" Dawn squeals.
"Oh, pet, your sweet honey combined with your blood, nothing could be better." Spike nips her clit. "And that's only a few days away, if I'm not mistaking."
Dawn moans in the back of her throat, hands gripping her headboard as Spike's tongue sends her to that blissful place once more.
-
Dawn slams her locker closed, stuffing books into her book bag. She has chemistry next, which she likes, so she's actually looking forward to that class. She got out of study hall early so the hall way is pretty much empty. She's supposed to be meet Janice at her locker but as she's walking past a slightly open door, a hand snakes out and pulls her inside. A hand clasps over her mouth before she can scream, not that she's going to because knows that hand, intimately.
"Hey there, bit." Spike murmurs in Dawn's ear, pulling her body against his.
"Spike." Dawn pushes his hand down. "What are you doing here? How did you even get here?"
"Sewers, niblet." Spike turns her around, leans her against the door. "Haven't got to taste you in days."
"School's taking up a lot of my time." Dawn defends.
"Naw, that's not it." Spike cups her cunt.
Dawn's eyes flutter closed, the days since she's been without him hitting hard, right where he's cupping.
"You're menstruating, bit." Spike dips his hand lower, rubbing her warm thighs briefly, before skating up under her skirt to brush his fingers over the cotton of her panties. He can feel the maxi pad she's wearing, the thick cotton collecting the blood that should be on his tongue. "It embarrasses you."
Dawn nods, biting on her lip to keep from moaning as he brushes his fingers over her bleeding cunt.
Spike pushes two fingers past the elastic of her panties to collect some of the liquid there. He pulls them out and brings them up to his face. "Bit, look at me."
Dawn forces her eyes open, her face flaming at the sight of his fingers coated with her honey and blood.
Spike dips his fingers into his mouth, eyes on Dawn as he licks her honey and blood.
"Oh, god." Dawn moans.
Spike smirks at her before dropping to his knees on the stair before the one Dawn is standing on. He pulls her panties down and drops them on top of her book bag.
Dawn obediently lifts her leg onto Spike's shoulder, not waiting for him to instruct her because she wants this as much as he does. "We gotta hurry, Spike."
Spike just laps at her pussy. Laps at it like a dog would water. This is heaven to him, his bit's cunt warming his face, her blood and honey on his tongue. He doesn't get her off, just gets her horny, fucking her roughly with his tongue, rolls her clit with his teeth a few times, not enough to get her off, just enough to get her juices flowing even more. Her honey is intoxicating enough on it's own but combined with her blood it's damn near ambrosia.
Dawn slides her hands up under her shirt, cupping her aching breast as she rides Spike's tongue. The fact that she's in school, that the bell rang and she can hear students walking by just makes it better, just makes her pussy clench even more. "Spike, please, please make me cum, please."
He doesn't want to, he wants to spend the next couple days right here, feeding off her, but knows if she misses school, the principal will call Giles and that'll cause more problems than he wants to deal with. So he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks, hard.
Dawn bites down on her arm to muffle her scream as she's hurled into a body numbing orgasm. Her knees buckle and she slides down the door, bare butt landing on the cold, dirty stair under her.
"C'mon, niblet." Spike pushes his jeans down far enough for his cock to spring free and nudges her face with it.
Dawn automatically opens her mouth, sucking Spike's cock into her mouth while her hands move up to cup his balls. She has to get to class so she hurries, sucking Spike as hard and deep as she can, the tip of his cock bumping the back of her throat.
Spike growls, his face already vamped out from her blood. His eyes roll back as his niblet deep throats him and it doesn't take but a few moments before he's cumming, filling her sweet mouth with his cool seed.
Dawn sucks down all of Spike's cum, greedily swallowing the salty but tasty liquid. She pulls back once he's clean and gently tucks him back inside his pants.
Spike grabs Dawn's panties and helps her back into them. A bit of his cum is on her chin and he wipes it away with his thumb. "Missed some, baby-girl."
Dawn sucks Spike's thumb into her mouth, eyes wide as she stares into his.
Spike feels himself harden again at the innocent look on her face as she sucks on his thumb. "Come straight home from school, bit. I plan on spending the night between your legs."
Dawn's pussy clenches at the thought and only Spike reaching behind her to open the door keeps her from grabbing him again. "See you later."
"Bye, luv." Spike watches Dawn leave and once she's gone, jumps down the stairs, landing in a crouch. He can't bloody well wait for school to be over.