by SpikesKat
She didn’t need the blindfold pulled from her eyes to
tell her that she was being stalked. The
Slayer knew. Knew it was he.
Her badass, peroxide-headed vampire.
The man – demon – that could reduce her to a quivering mass.
The growls emanating from his throat resonated in her womb
and produced their desired results, the flood of moisture glistening the dark
curls of her sex; a delicious prize just waiting to be claimed by his skillful
tongue.
She tried to shift her lower body, ease some of the ache
throbbing in her core, but he’d lashed her legs apart.
Some bondage fun, he’d told her with a smirk and that sexy thing he did
with his teeth and tongue. She couldn’t
resist and had scrambled up on the bed and assumed the position without
hesitation.
Buffy felt him getting closer, and sure enough, the bed
dipped as he knelt on the edge between her legs. Her hips suddenly soared off the bed as his cool tongue began
to lap at her pussy. She strained
against the bonds, wanting nothing more than to wrap her limbs around his head
and back and hold him in place while he sucked and nipped.
But, he’d taken her Slayer strength into account and made sure the bonds
would hold…at least for a little while.
The sound that passed her lips sounded suspiciously like a
growl when he removed his tongue from her slit. Then it changed to a breathy sigh as his blunt teeth nibbled on the
bundle of nerves that had been begging for some kind of attention; three fingers
slid in and out of her body, bringing her ever closer to orgasm.
He spoke not a word, and she couldn’t see his face with
the covering over her eyes. It was
unnerving, yet exciting at the same time. He
seemed to know just what to do to drive her crazy.
Their lovemaking was constantly changing, new ideas introduced and
delighted over on both sides, so that she wouldn’t get bored.
He’d told her she’d needed a little monster in her man,
that she’d come to crave him like he craved blood…and he was right.
She did. She needed him, and
all the things he could make her feel with one look of his deep blue eyes, one
touch of his pale finger. Or tongue. Or fang.
The first time he’d tried to sip from her flesh she’d
been scared. Had fought him off
until he’d given up – instead taking her with a violence that shocked, as
well as, thrilled her. He’d kept it up
the rest of the night, bringing her body to earth-shattering orgasm again and
again, until finally, she’d been too weak, too sated, to do no more than lay
beneath him passively as he buried his fangs in her neck.
She’d passed out from the pleasure, coming to minutes later
to see his smirking features gazing down at her.
Now, as she writhed beneath him, she waited breathlessly to
feel that sweet kiss of his. Arched
helplessly against him as his mouth left her clit to roam light kisses along her
inner thigh.
Any moment now…
The End
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