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Vices of My Blood	By : oldbooks Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence Buffy/Spike; Drusilla/Angelus Pairing

Chapter 15

Angelus walked through the night with Jenny�s corpse thrown over his shoulder. After he was finished with this little delivery he would go find Drusilla and head for home. He hoped his princess was mindful of her surroundings. He knew about what had happened in Prague. He had felt the chaos in his blood and silently thanked Spike for getting her out of there before that mob had killed her. He ground his teeth at the thought of thanking his rash grandchilde for anything, but the blond vampire had protected Drusilla for a hundred years while he was gone. He didn�t need to lose her now that he was back. Drusilla was his childe, his possession, his creation, his obsession.

He wondered if his invitation into the watcher�s home was still valid from when Giles had invited Angel into his house to pick up a few research books. Angelus stepped up to the front door and hesitantly turned the knob. The door opened and he tentatively took a step forward to test the barrier. When he came up against none, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

He took the stairs two at a time to the single bedroom on the second floor. He laid Jenny out in an intimate position on the bed. He turned on the bedside lamp and looked around the room and saw a bouquet of roses near the window. He smiled when an idea formed in his mind.

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�How long have we been at this?� Buffy wondered aloud.

She and Spike had, at some point, made it under the covers. Her body was still burning up but she had cooled down a few degrees from the vigorous activity the past few . . . hours? She remembered falling asleep with Spike wrapped around her. However, it didn�t seem that long before she was awakened by the slow, deliberate rocking of his hips between her thighs and his human tongue licking his claiming mark, sending delicious thrills through her body that had exploded with each thrust he made.

�Four hours at least, pet,� Spike mumbled near her ear.

Spike brushed his lips over her collar bone and down around each breast. He swirled his human tongue around each nipple before gently biting down on it. He caressed her ribs and stomach with his fingertips. He moved his fingers to her mound, sifting them through the short, springy curls to circle his fingertips against her clit.

Buffy arched her back, pressing her nipple against Spike�s tongue and bucked against his fingers sending his cock deeper inside her hot depths. Each time he pulled back she whimpered at the loss of his shaft cooling her body from the inside. She strained her Slayer muscles to keep him buried there.

Spike�s eyes rolled up when he felt Buffy�s inner muscles squeeze him without mercy. His thoughts raced for a better way of making love to her and still manage to keep his cock in tact. He crushed her body to him and rolled over to his back leaving her to lie astride his hips.

Buffy sat up and stared at Spike with passion-glazed eyes. Where she would have been embarrassed a month ago to show her bare body, now her demon made her an exhibitionist. She sat astride Spike�s hips; his cock buried to the hilt inside her and felt no shame in being there.

Spike looked up at her and was awed by the sight of her beauty. The way her pixie-style blond hair bounced around her shoulders, her skin flushed as her renewed passion built; her pert little breasts, just big enough to fill his hands, swayed with her movements, her taut stomach muscles quivered just underneath her ultra-hot flesh, and the vice-like grip of her inner muscles as they enveloped his cock every time she plunged down. She was magnificent to watch.

Buffy�s fingers itched to touch his body all over but settled for running her fingers over his chest and down his washboard abs, her nails trailing behind, lightly raking his flesh. She flattened her hot palms against his cool abs and used the leverage to raise and lower herself on his cock. Her skin sizzled everywhere Spike touched her.

Spike slid his hands up her body to cup her breasts. He curled his tongue behind his teeth when he tweaked her nipples and she had responded with a moan, arching her body into his touch. He watched triumphantly as that last bit of her reserve finally shattered and she gave in completely to her wanton desires.

Buffy felt as if the part of her that had been holding back finally let go and merged with her Slayer side. She interlocked her fingers with the back of his over her breasts and drew his cool hands down her ribs over her stomach to rest at her hips. She refused to release his hands even as she arched her hips and bounced. She cried out when his cock hit her just right in that position.

Oh, God, she�s going to be the death of me if she keeps that little move up. Spike laced his fingers with Buffy�s when he gripped her hips and encouraged her bouncing movements on his cock. Her inner muscles fluttered around him on every stroke. When she squeezed around him he couldn�t handle it any more. He flipped them over. There was a duet of protesting groans when he slipped out of her. He coaxed her into a new position on her hands and knees.

A delicious thrill rolled through Buffy�s body at this new position. Somehow it felt forbidden to be exposed this way to a man, a vampire no less. But she didn�t care. She had to feel him, had to touch him, any way she could. She bucked back against his crotch and shuddered when the length of his cock rode along her cleft.

Spike had to grit his teeth in an effort to keep from coming right then. He stroked his length a few times before nudging the hot entrance of her pussy with the head of his cock. He grabbed her hips and held her still at the same instant he thrust his shaft back into her searing depths. Her tight Slayer muscles stretching around him again as the head pushed through their resistance.

�Oh, God! SPIKE!� was all Buffy managed growl as her body thrust back against him of its own volition. Her muscles rippled around his cool length as it slide all the way in to bump her cervix. That feeling sent another shudder of pleasure through her body and she dug her nails in the feather pillows from the pleasure-pain of the impact.

Spike watched her golden hair sweep across her back. Her ass jiggled with each forceful thrust. He could see the perspiration on her forehead as she threw her head back, giving into the total abandonment of ecstasy. Let the minions hear. Let them grow hard and wet at the animal growls and 'Oh my God, Spike!'s.� He didn't care. He didn't even think of the consequences. His mind couldn't comprehend the danger. Not with the heat cocooning his cock. Not with the breathy whimpers reaching his ears. And certainly not with the luscious sight of his hard, glistening shaft gliding in and out of the pretty pink girl pussy in front of him.

He felt her arms quivering with the effort to hold their weight. Rather than pull out of her to turn her around he draped himself over her back and slowed his pace. He wrapped an arm around her chest and waist to hold her against him while he began to deliver long, deep, hard thrusts into her searing, pulsating pussy. He imagined he could feel her heartbeat resonating in his cock but it was likely just the beat reaching his ears. She cried out another litany of �oh God, Spike!� each time the head of his cock bumped her cervix.

There were times when that piece of humanity he kept inside wept at the thought of spending eternity in Hell. Now he knew. He'd take Hell later. Because there was no way heaven could compare to this.

Buffy had never felt anything like this . . . this feeling of completeness before in her life. Not even with Angel. It was as if she and Spike were of one animal. They had fought in synchronicity and now they made love the same way. Every movement matched perfectly as if they were made for each other. She let her weight fall into the arms that banded around her chest and waist. She reached her own hands back to dig her nails into his flanks and ground back against him. The feel of him sliding deeper into places she never even realized were there caused her to half growl, half purr in contentment.

Spike lowered his head to lick his claim mark on her neck. He squeezed his eyes shut against the exquisite torture of her molten pussy clamping down on his thrusting shaft. The movement caused his thrusts to deliberately slow to the point of having to drag his cock out and slowly shove back in. He never knew anything could feel this tight. Drusilla had never felt this tight in all the years he�d known her. If he died now from this, it would be worth it.

Just then Buffy let loose with a feral growl that Spike didn�t even recognize. She slammed back down against him so hard it toppled him over on his back. She pulled off of him, turned around and bore down in hard, frantic plunges that would have broken the bones of a human. She lay over his chest and directed his mouth to her claim mark as she found his. They sank their teeth in at the same time and came together in an orgasm that drained them.

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Angelus had left Giles� house with a self-satisfied smile on his face. Sometimes the most ingenious plans were the simplest. He was feeling good now. He had the Slayer under wraps. He had Spike out of the way. He had his sweet Drusilla to himself and he had taken care of ever attaining that damnable soul those Gypsies keep foisting off on him.

He stealthily walked through the shadows and found Drusilla sitting on a tombstone intently watching Kendra patrol. He walked up beside her and combed his fingers through her lustrous dark hair. He leaned down and kissed her ear, nipping at the lobe with his human teeth and smiled when he felt her shudder against him. His Drusilla was always so responsive to his touch. �What do you see, princess?� he whispered near her ear.

�A dolly pretending to be sunshine, but no one can replicate the sunshine. The sun is all-consuming. It is bright and glorious and part of us now. It will never leave us,� Drusilla said softly as she leaned back against her sire�s chest.

�What are you talking about, honey?� Angelus asked surprised.

Angelus knew Drusilla�s visions were accurate to a point. What was all this talk about the sunshine never leaving them? Angelus, confounded, tried to decipher her meaning.

�My Spike has claimed the Slayer for his mate. He has encouraged her other self to emerge and it is ruling her. She will be an ally for our side, my Angel,� Drusilla explained.

Angelus took her long slim fingers in his big hand and helped her stand. �Then, my sweet Drusilla, I think we should go home and welcome her to the family, don�t you?�

Drusilla smiled up at her sire. �I�m a mummy,� she giggled as she walked with him out of the cemetery.

Angelus smiled down at her in indulgence but he was still mystified by Drusilla�s words.

Drusilla hummed to herself as she danced through the graveyard, her light dress flowing in the breeze. Angelus smiled, watching as her twirls kicked up the hemline exposing long, pale limbs. The moonlight shone in the background silhouetting her lithe form. His mind clouded over all thought but one: the image of her long, slim thighs wrapped around his hips.

Angelus followed a few paces behind his childe, watching her hips sway to music only she could hear. His hands itched to grab those hips and pull her back onto his cock, hardening even now at the sight and thoughts turning in his mind.

While clothing styles had changed, Drusilla remained old fashioned. She never could see the use of bras and thongs. Her corset-styled dress pushed her perfect breasts to attention. Her bottom was unencumbered, pussy exposed to the air. He could almost see her secrets as she moved faster, her skirt kicking up around her.

Angelus followed his childe through the gardens outside the mansion. Her swaying hips were driving him mad. He sped up his pace and pinned a giggling Drusilla to the side of the house. He kissed her, sucking gently on her lower lip. His hands traveled up her slim thighs tugging her skirt up around her waist and he pressed her into the wall with his pelvis.

�Open my pants like a good little girl, princess,� Angelus urged with a small growl.

Drusilla gave Angelus a saucy smile, sliding her hands down his chest and stomach to pop the buttons on his leather pants. She pulled the flaps aside and skimmed her talon-like nails across his navel. She shuddered when she heard a soft growl rumble from his throat.

She saw his hard cock erect against his stomach. Pulling the pants down his hips, Drusilla wrapped her hands around his prick. She felt him shudder as she licked her lips. Turning then so his back was against the wall, Angelus ran his fingers through Drusilla's hair, gently urging her lower.

Willing and eager to do this for her sire, Drusilla quickly dropped to her knees. Using both hands, she pulled the edges of his pants down. Then she wrapped her long fingers around his shaft, engorged with borrowed blood, and skimmed her razor-nails along the surface.

Angelus let loose a passionate growl and rocked his hips into her hand. His hand moved down to slide through Drusilla�s hair and tug on it gently, pulling her head back to see her dark blue eyes. �Open that pretty little mouth, princess. Daddy wants to come inside,� he urged as his nudged her blood-red lips with the tip of his cock.

Drusilla slid her tongue out slowly and rubbed the tip over the head of his cock. She ran her tongue from the underside of the head along the length of his shaft to the base and back. She parted her lips around the tip of his prick and flicked her tongue in the slit before sliding down and engulfing him in her cool mouth.

Angelus welcomed the damp wall as his support when Drusilla took him completely into her mouth. It had been more than a century since he had felt her soft, full lips wrapped around him. Her mouth was slightly warmer than the elements and he bucked his hips, pressing his cock further into her mouth. A growl rumbled through his chest when the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat.

Drusilla pressed her tongue flush against the underside of her sire�s cock, causing his shaft to rub over her tongue as she sucked against his thrusts. She busied her hands by stroking the base of his prick with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. Her fingertips rubbed along his perineum in the motion.

Angelus hissed through his teeth when he felt her fingertips teasing the sensitive skin under his balls. His fingers dug into her long dark hair and bucked his hips forcefully, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth and down her throat. His thrusting hips became more erratic as he neared orgasm. His childe wasn�t helping to stem matters when she trapped his painful erection between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and started a pulsating suck; causing her tongue to rub roughly against the underside.

�Fuck, Dru! I�m going to come down your throat, sweetheart,� Angelus ground out mere seconds before he roared the arrival of his climax, pouring his dead seed down his childe�s throat.

Drusilla licked her sire�s shaft clean before pulling back and looking up at him through thick, sooty eyelashes.

Angelus guided Drusilla to her feet with a hand still buried in her hair. He groaned when he saw her pink tongue dart out to lick her lips clean of residue. He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. He traced the shape of her mouth before plunging his tongue inside. He crushed her body against his and turned again, pressing her back against the wall.

Drusilla wrapped her arms around Angelus� shoulders and hung on desperately. She felt every ounce of devotion he had for her in every touch; every caress; every kiss; every lick. She felt completely reclaimed by him and nothing in this world would change that. He was her sire and she gave her body up to him willingly without qualm.

Angelus reveled in Drusilla�s surrender. His princess always bowed under his wishes and he rewarded her every time. He pushed her skirt up around her hips and picked her up. Pinning her to the wall with his hips, he reached down and carefully positioned his cock at her entrance. He gripped her hips and forced her down over his hard shaft. He gave a long low snarl as her tight sheath enveloped him and Drusilla gasped at the invasion.

�Hold on to me, Dru. We�re going for a ride,� Angelus crooned as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Drusilla tightened her arms and thighs around her sire. Angelus braced his hands against the wall and started a slow, forceful thrust into her body. Every time she cried out a moan his movements got harsher. He plunged into her soft, pliant body harder, faster, and deeper until they were both panting with unneeded breath. He felt her muscles squeeze his cock and set a more punishing pace until she screamed.

�That�s it, Dru. Let me hear you come, princess,� Angelus whispered huskily in her ear.

Drusilla had released any thought but pleasing her sire. Her inner muscles clamped down around Angelus� cock and convulsed violently around him, her cry of release rending into the air. He vamped at the sound and soon followed her with a growl before sinking his canines into her neck and taking long, slow sips of her blood.

Angelus retracted his fangs and licked the wounds closed before carefully pulling out of Drusilla, her body easing down the wall until her feet touched the ground. He kissed her and then took her hand and led her into the mansion.
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