by SpikesKat
Spike flopped onto the couch after the others had left.
‘Bloody whelp, punching on me like that.
Wasn’t like I could actually bite the demon bint, now, was it?’ He
snorted, grabbing the remote and channel surfing. ‘ But did he stop to
think of that before punching my face? Hell
no. Now he’s off for a right good
buggering.’
Just wasn’t right.
It was all her fault…had to be.
Seeing the two of them together – their sickening little
lovey-dovey scene that nearly made him gag on his recently consumed blood –
brought back memories of him and the Slayer. How her compact body had felt
nestled on his lap. Their tongues
battling for supremacy in each other’s mouth.
What he wouldn’t do to get her alone now.
And, now, with the whelp and his demon bint gone…
Oh, the things he could do to her.
Naughty little things would leave her crying out for more.
Harder Spike.
Faster Spike.
Deeper Spike.
Give it to me good, Spike.
Yeah, he’d give her a good seeing to.
Pound his cock into her tight quim while he watched her silently mouth
all the things his mind had conjured up.
On the counter.
Up against the wall.
Maybe eventually the bed.
They were more than matched for each other.
Knew it from the brief time he’d spent under Red’s spell.
He could smell her body’s response as she watched him, when
she thought he wasn’t looking.
But he didn’t have to look.
He could smell her. Her musky
scent perfuming the air a veritable banquet being laid before him.
Fuck!
Now he was hard.
He leaned his head back over the arm of the couch to see if
anyone remained behind, but nothing moved to indicate anyone’s presence still
in the house. Dropping the remote
on the couch, he eased his zipper down over his engorged shaft, hissing when the
metal almost caught on his sensitive flesh.
His cock sprang free, and he breathed a sigh of relief, his hand
immediately grasping his staff for a slow, leisurely tug.
‘Bloody bitch.
Turning her nose up at me in front of her friends,’
he mouthed.
‘Thinks she’s better’n me. I’ll
show her.’
His hand increased in tempo, his thumb swirling over the
swollen head, snagging the drops of precum that leaked from the slit to provide
a little lubricant for his hand. He
leaned back into the couch, his mouth moving soundlessly as he told the Slayer
exactly what he wanted her to do.
‘Suck it. Yeah…
tha’s it. All of it.
Uh huh…Faster…yeah, Slayer…’
Faster now.
His hands moving just how he liked to ensure his quick climax.
‘Now…open your mouth wide…’
His cock erupted, his body bowing off the cushions as he
coated his black t-shirt with his milky semen.
His hand continued to pump his length until he was spent, finally
collapsing wearily onto the couch.
Sometime later, he glanced down at his limp cock, still
held in his hand as it dangled outside his jeans.
His t-shirt soaked with his own ejaculate. Disgusted with himself and his body’s unconscious response
to the Slayer, Spike ripped the t-shirt off his head, balling it up to wipe away
any lingering come from his body. He
tucked himself back into his pants and grabbed the remote to hopefully take his
mind off of the self-loathing he felt at wanking off to images of the Slayer.
Bloody bitch.
This was all her fault.
The End
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