Title: Wish Come True
Author: Inell
Email: [email protected]
Disclaimer: Joss owns them all
Distribution: Usual suspects
Rating: R
Feedback: If I don't get any, I may not feel the urge to work on any fic
while I'm training. Ah, blackmail. Marvelous thing.
Notes: A very demanded, rather short, sequel to Careful What You Wish For.
To Pea and everyone who wanted a sequel.
 

WISH COME TRUE (1/?)
 

Willow woke up, her eyes adjusting to the darkness in the room. Where
was she? She felt something cold laying across her stomach and looked
down. Memories of the evening before came back to her. She followed the
arm up a muscular chest to look at the face of the man she had had sex
with the night before.
 

Spike. She flushed as she recalled just what they had done. He had
fucked her in ways she never knew possible. He looked so innocent in
sleep. Boyish....almost peaceful. What was she still doing there? She
gently moved his arm off of her. She had no excuse for what she had
done. She had dreamed of it so many times. Now, faced with the
consequences, she almost wished that she had just walked away.
Remembering what he had made her feel was her saving grace.
 

What was she going to tell Buffy and the others? My god, she'd had sex
with their enemy. Well, he was helping them now, but he was still an
enemy. She couldn't believe she'd been so overcome with lust that she
had allowed it to get so far out of hand. She pulled her clothes on,
finding only scraps of her undergarments. She had to leave before he
woke up. She couldn't face him this morning. Things had just gotten out
of control.
 

She looked at him one more time before sneaking out, her mind replaying
the events of the night before. She made her way through the sewers and
into the sunlight. Buffy was going to kill her.
 

Spike's eyes flashed as he heard her shut the door. Did she really think
that was it? He was too old for a one night stand. She had participated
in everything. He wasn't about to let her walk away from everything. She
was his, as he told her the night before. He didn't allow his
possessions to leave him. If there was anything that Angelus had taught
him, it was that. No, she was in for a surprise. She could deny it all
she wanted, regret what had happened, but it wouldn't change anything.
His mark was on her.
 

He stood, his nude body gleaming in the faint candle light. He smiled
evilly. She wanted to run....well, he'd let her. The chase was half the
fun. Another thing Angelus had taught him. His cock hardened as he
thought of the pursuit. She'd forgotten who she was playing with. Soon,
she would belong to him, body and soul. He chuckled softly as he sat
down to wait for dusk. Tonight, the chase was on.
 *****
WISH (2/?)
 

"What happened last night?"
 

Willow looked up guiltily at Buffy. "What?"
 

"You disappeared on us. I was waiting for you to come in all night."
 

"I thought you were with Riley."
 

Buffy smiled, "Not all night! Geez, we just started dating. I'm not
making that mistake again. So, where did you go?"
 

"I stayed over with a friend." Willow hoped that would be enough to
satisfy her nosy friend.
 

"Who?"
 

Willow ignored the question. She was hoping that Buffy would get the
hint. She laid back on her bed and stretched. She was unaware that the
movement caused her shirt to dip low enough for the pink bite to show.
She heard Buffy gasp then a hand tight on her arm.
 

"What the?"
"Bite. What the hell happened?"
 

Willow felt her face heat up. "Nothing Buffy. Please just drop it."
 

"I will not 'drop it'. Who bit you and why?"
"Spike, damn it. In the midst of rough fucking. Happy now?" Willow spat
out, standing. She was in no mood for a lecture.
 

"Spike?" Buffy said. "I thought he couldn't bite....WHAT! Fucking? You
and
Spike?"
 

"Yes, me and Spike. Is that so hard to believe?"
 

"Honestly? Not really. I've seen him watching you. And he didn't want to
take part in our little payback, at first." Buffy looked thoughtful.
"So, was it good?"
 

"I'm not answering that." Willow said, getting her books together for
class.
 

"I'll take that as a yes. Whoo hoo, Willow got laid. Man, I still can't
get over it. You and Spike."
 

"Don't mention it to anyone. It was a one time thing. I'm sure he has
already forgotten it."
 

"Oh....a Parker?"
 

"No. Just got a bit carried away. I don't think it was really me he
wanted."
 

"Oh Willow. I'm sorry. Are you ok?"
 

"I'm fine. Good grief. It was good sex....Fuck, it was great sex. I am
perfectly all right with the situation. Not really wanting to face him
again so soon, but I'm an adult. I'll be Ok."
 

"If you say so. Come on. I'll walk you to class."
 

The two girls left the dorm talking quietly. Willow pointedly ignored
the prank that they had played on her. She didn't want to let them know
how angry it made her that they had been so careless with her worries
and fears. She did owe Spike for telling her the truth before she'd
spent all night searching for a cure. Thinking about Spike made her
breath quicken. She shook her head, trying to shake all thoughts of the
evening before from her mind. It was a mistake she'd be better off
moving to the back of her mind as she was sure Spike had done as soon as
she had left.
****
WISH (3/?)
 

                 Spike woke up smiling. He felt good. He felt better than he had in
                 months. He walked around the room wishing it were night. He had a red
                 head to find. He sat on the bed, reaching for the remains of her
                 panties. He brought them to his face and breathed deeply, inhaling her
                 scent. He felt himself begin to harden just at the smell of her.
 

                 He felt like something had changed. He couldn't put his finger on what
                 exactly it was, but he felt it. Last night was the first night in months
                 that he had felt normal. The lust for Willow had consumed him. Hell, he
                 had bitten her quite savagely. Not even a twinge of a headache. It had
                 been marvelous to feel her rich hot blood searing through his body. It
                 was the first human blood he'd had in months.
 

                 She had run from him. He wanted to know why. The sex had been great.
                 After she had finally given in, they had been remarkable together. It
                 was as though they completed each other. He liked the girl. Didn't
                 really like admitting that, but he did. It was more than that. She made
                 him feel like he use to. She brought out the vampire in him. He loved
                 it. He needed her. He would have her. For everyone's sake, he hoped she
                 came to him willingly.
                 He got up and looked around the room frowning. It had Harmony's touch
                 everywhere. He needed to change it. He couldn't expect his woman to live
                 in this dump. Maybe he'd find her a new house. Something elegant and
                 homey. She was lovely. She deserved a nice place to live out the
                 remainder of eternity. Of course, he would rather leave Sunnydale
                 behind. Take her to Europe. Show her the sights. Fuck her around the
                 world. He smiled at that thought. Then, he frowned. He couldn't leave
                 until the damn implant was removed.
 

                 He couldn't trek around Europe drinking pig's blood. He'd be laughed off
                 the continent. He wondered if the slayer had found anything out yet. He
                 was getting impatient with the waiting. It had been almost six months.
                 Six months depending on his enemy. Six months without the taste of human
                 blood. Until last night. He chuckled as he noticed that it was closer to
                 dusk.
 

                 Thinking of Willow made his erection throb. He closed his eyes bringing
                 forth an image of her. He moved his hand down, her panties still wrapped
                 around it. He began to move his hand over his cock. As he thought of all
                 that he could do to her, his movements increased. He imagined her naked
                 and tied before him, taking everything that he gave to her. He could
                 almost smell the scents of her blood and arousal. He had no doubts that
                 she would get off on whatever he did to her. She was his. She'd love it
                 or she'd learn to. He could teach her.
 

                 His speed increased as he continued to fantasize. He hoped she fought
                 him in the beginning. He loved the pursuit. He could hear her moaning
                 and screaming in his mind. He began to move slightly against his fist.
                 He felt his cock tightening before he grunted her name. His cold seed
                 spilled onto his hand and her torn panties. He opened his eyes and
                 looked at the ceiling. It was too early to think about the future. He'd
                 concentrate on getting her first. Tonight, she'd find out where she
                 belonged....with him.
 

WISH (4/?)
 

Spike looked across the darkened club, finding his redhead sitting at a
table with the slayer and Chubs. The demon bitch was there too. He sat
at the bar and ordered a drink, his eyes not leaving her. He had looked
for her at the watcher's place, then the dorm, then around the campus.
He finally found her at the Bronze. She looked liked she'd rather be
anywhere else. Her green eyes scanned the room as though searching for
something...or someone.
 

He smiled. He knew that she was looking for him. He felt a wave of
pleasure. He wanted her to want him as much as he craved her. It made
things easier if she were willing. Drusilla showed what happened when
the girl fought the courtship. Of course, Angelus hadn't given up. He'd
wanted to drive Dru insane. He'd succeeded. Spike didn't want Willow
crazy. He liked her as she was. He'd like her even better when he had
permanently staked his claim.
 

Willow scowled. Where the hell was he? Maybe he was staying away from
her. She couldn't say anything about it. She'd thought about it all day.
Remembering some of the things he had told her the night before, she had
to admit that he seemed to actually care about her, or at least want
her. She knew now that she shouldn't have left. They needed to talk. She
wanted to know where they stood. Were they still reluctant friends or
had their evening of passion moved them to a different place? She sighed
when she didn't see him.
 

Spike finished his third drink. He stood, knowing that he had waited
long enough. It was time to face her. To let her know that he wasn't
going to let her go. He stopped, frowning as he saw the slayer's new pup
join the table, a cocky looking boy with him. The boy sat beside Willow,
his chair closer than necessary. Spike watched as Willow glared at the
boy, moving her chair away. He felt a wave of pride. She was doing
everything possible to discourage the kid. He cursed the damn implant
again for the millionth time. He wanted nothing more than to go over and
break the man's neck.
 

Willow looked at the boy named Alec in disgust. Riley had made a face
when introducing the man, so she was relieved to know that he wasn't a
good friend of Buffy's boyfriends. She moved her arm trying to avoid
him. There was something about him she didn't like. She needed to talk
to Spike. She stood up and smiled at Buffy.
 

"I have some stuff to get done. I'll see you later." She started to
leave but was
stopped by a hand on her arm.
 

"Hey baby. Don't take off yet. We're just getting started."
 

Willow jerked her arm free and stared at Alec, "Leave me alone. Riley,
please refrain from bringing anyone else around us. Ok?"
 

"Bitch." Alec said, staring daggers at her back as she left.
 

"Why don't you leave? No one here likes you." Anya pointed out.
 

Alec stood and glared at them before leaving the club. He started
walking down the dark streets. He had parked around the block in a free
parking area. Suddenly, he felt himself thrown against the wall.
Startled, he turned to face a tall blond man. "Who are you?"
 

"Name's Spike. You've been touching something that belongs to me."
 

"What the hell?"
 

"Willow. She's mine." Spike would have given anything to wipe that smirk
off his face. He changed into his game face. The boy suddenly looked at
him in fear. He felt the familiar power that he had missed these last
months.
 

"Does she know that?" Alec taunted, trying to act as though he weren't
frightened.
 

Spike grinned, "Fuck it. Headache be damned." He hit the man across the
face. Spike stepped back and looked puzzled. He started to laugh. "This
is bloody marvelous."
 

He pushed the man against the wall, his hand pulling the boy's head back
until their eyes met. "She knows it. Now, everyone will. No one touches
what belongs to Spike. No one." His fangs slid out and pierced the boy's
neck. The warm blood filled his mouth. He savored the thick liquid as it
spilled into his throat. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the
fear-tinged blood. He finished with the boy, letting his dead body slide
down the wall. An evil grin slid over the vampire's face.
 

Spike had no idea what had happened. The implant wasn't working. It had
somehow defaulted. His face changed back to the handsome familiar
vissage. He began to walk to Willow's dorm. This changed things. The
game just got more interesting. It was time to show Willow where she
belonged. He was now the vampire to do it. He laughed as he walked down
the dark streets of Sunnydale. He had a woman to claim.
*****
WISH (5/?)
 

                 The door slammed shut. Spike walked into the room, anger imminating from
                 his eyes. He hadn't found her at the dorm. She'd gotten away from him.
                 He had grabbed a student on his way back to the lair, enjoying the kill.
                 It had been so long since he'd felt that power...that thrill. He
                 couldn't wait to let Willow experience the difference. If he could find
                 the silly bitch.
 

                 He cursed softly under his breath as he wandered through the dark halls.
                 He opened the door to his bedroom and paused. A smile slowly spread over
                 his face. Willow had come to find him. He almost laughed at the irony.
                 He'd spent over an hour looking for her when she'd been here all along.
                 He watched her chest rise and fall as she slept. He moved towards the
                 bed, reaching for one of the chairs. He sat down, his elbows on his
                 knees, his chin in his hands. He just sat watching her sleep. He was
                 trying to force his earlier anger down.
 

                 He didn't think it was the time to let her see that side of him. He
                 decided to keep his new status a secret, for awhile longer. He didn't
                 want the slayer staking him because the implant wasn't working. It was
                 hard to accomplish very much as a pile of dust.
 

                 He sat back in the chair, balancing his large boots on the side of the
                 bed. A smile crossed his face. He could keep a secret. The damn slayer
                 wouldn't know what hit her when he was ready to play. Let the stupid
                 bitch and her whelps think he was still helpless. He could play that
                 part a bit longer. Wasn't too hard. He'd feed when he knew they were
                 busy elsewhere. Couldn't be that hard to act. He'd have to put the word
                 out among the boys that Spike was back and that Red was his. Wouldn't do
                 for her to be threatened. Might make his secret known before he was
                 ready.
 

                 He watched as Willow moved her head. Her red hair was spread over his
                 pillow. He reached over and ran a finger over one silky strand, his cold
                 touch on her face briefly. Her mouth opened slightly. He saw her pink
                 tongue reach out and wet her lips as she turned in her sleep. He felt
                 his cock harden. His eyes swept over her.
 

                 She had fallen asleep on top of the blankets. Her red-orange shirt had
                 moved up while she had been sleeping. He saw the white flesh of her
                 stomach as it disappeared into the waist of her blue jeans. He smiled.
                 She had come to him.
                 He felt an urge to rip her clothing off and sink deep into her. He
                 wanted to fuck her until she was hoarse from screaming his name. But, he
                 had to think ahead. He wanted her. There was something about her that
                 affected him in a way that he hadn't felt since Drusilla. He was going
                 to have her for eternity. It would be up to him to make sure she was
                 willing. He would get her before he'd fight the slayer. He couldn't very
                 well kill all Willow's friends then expect her to fall in love with him.
                 No, love first. Then death. After that, eternity.
 

                 He couldn't wait until he could finally pay the slayer and her morons
                 back. He shook his head, freeing himself from those thoughts. He had
                 awhile before he could do anything. In the mean time, he could plan his
                 revenge....and seduce a redhead. He leaned over, his mouth above her
                 stomach. He gently began to unbutton her shirt. His cock throbbed as her
                 silk clad breasts were bared to his hungry eyes. He watched them move as
                 she breathed. He laid his hand over her heart, feeling the rise and fall
                 of her breathing. Her pulse quickened at the contact of his cold hand.
                 He moved forward, his mouth above her breast. Time to begin playing.
 

******
WISH (6/?)
 

                 Spike smiled, his mouth hovering above her breast. He ran his tongue
                 over the nipple, the wetness of his touch dampening the silk of her bra.
                 He saw her move slightly. He unzipped her jeans, pulling them off of her
                 slim legs. He moved slowly, not wanting to wake her up. She lay before
                 him clad only in the whisps of silk. He stood and lit several candles.
                 Soon, the room was bright with the pale light from the candles. His eyes
                 ran over her sleeping form.
 

                 Bathed in the dancing light from the candles, she was beautiful. His
                 fire goddess. He slid his shirt onto the floor, tossing it on top of his
                 discarded duster. He pulled the black t-shirt over his head, the muscles
                 in his back clenching with the movement. He toed off his boots and soon
                 stood clothed only in his black jeans.
                 He moved to the bed again, unbuttoning his jeans. He left them on, his
                 hard cock straining for freedom. He sat on the side of the bed, his eyes
                 on her even breathing. He moved his mouth to hers.
 

                 He softly kissed her mouth, running his tongue across her lips. Her
                 tongue came out as her eyes fluttered open. They widened when they saw
                 him above her. He put a finger to her mouth and whispered Shh. He then
                 moved back down, his tongue journeyed down her chin and neck slowly and
                 teasingly. She felt his blunt teeth scrape against her pulse point and
                 wetness flooded her. He continued downward, his hand going behind her
                 and unclasping the bra. He removed it, baring her breasts to his hot
                 gaze. He licked in slow circles around her swollen tits. When she
                 squealed at his licking, he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked
                 hard. His teeth bit into her, causing her to moan louder. Her hand on
                 the back of his head pushing him hard into her chest assured him that
                 she was enjoying his actions..
 

                 After he spent several pleasurable minutes on that breast, he moved to
                 the other and repeated his actions. Spike chuckled as she writhed
                 against him. He trailed his tongue down to her waist, rolling it over
                 the small indention of her belly button. He was overcome with the smell
                 of her lust. He felt her move her hips against him. He smiled, knowing
                 what she was wanting. He placed his lips over the outer edge of her cunt
                 lips. As he slid his tongue into her soaked passage, he sucked as hard
                 as he could. Willow screamed and ground against him.
 

                 With each thrust, he sucked and each time Willow responded the same way.
                 He slid a wet finger into her ass as he continued sucking. She soon
                 spasmed again and a flood of white cum poured out of her pussy into his
                 open waiting mouth. He ravenously licked up every last drop she released
                 to him. He heard her moans and whimpers of pleasure as he continued his
                 assault. He moved his tongue up, circling it over her swollen clit. He
                 slid a finger into her grasping slit. She cried out again as he began to
                 add fingers. Soon, he had three thrusting into her. She was so wet his
                 fingers slid in easily. His tongue continued to flick against her clit.
 

                 He felt his fangs slide out. He bit her tenderly, bringing forth another
                 orgasm.
                 After his feast, he crawled up the bed, the denim of his jeans rough
                 against her aroused skin. He kissed her on the neck. Willow lifted his
                 head to her face and kissed him on the mouth. Their tongues searched
                 every recess of the other's mouth. They stopped only briefly for Willow
                 to breathe short gasps of breath as they laid entwined. Willow wrapped
                 her legs around his waist, grinding against him. She couldn't believe he
                 could make her this hot. This time was even better than last night. She
                 couldn't believe she had doubted this attraction. She didn't want to be
                 anywhere but in his bed.
 

*****
WISH (7/?)
 

                 "I want you to fuck me now." She begged, grinding against the denim.
 

                 "What do you say, pet?" He said, teasing her. His tongue swiped against
                 her cheek.

                 "Please. Spike, please, fuck me."
 

                 Spike moved between her legs, his eyes on her body. Sweat soaked her
                 body, wetting the sheets. The smell of sex, sweat, and the unique scent
                 of Willow filled the air. He was intoxicated by it. He stood, removing
                 his jeans. His cock sprung free, the tip glistening with his juices. It
                 was throbbing, wanting nothing more than to sink into Willow. He guided
                 it to her wetness, sinking into her warmth.
 

                 She cried out as he plunged into her. He loved hearing her as he fucked
                 her. This side of her was his. The passion....the lust....the absolute
                 need and want that filled her eyes. He smiled, deciding to play for a
                 bit. He fucked her hard, needing release. She moaned in disappointment
                 as he flooded her with cum. He withdrew, smiling at her as she gasped
                 for breath. Her face was flushed, the need for release evident on her
                 face. Her saw her glazed eyes watching him, waiting.
 

                 "Do you want to cum?" he asked silkily, running a hand over her leg. He
                 ran his fingers in circles over her flesh, teasing her.
 

                 "God yes. Please. I need to cum. Please." Willow hated begging, but she
                 needed it. She saw his cock hardening again as he ran his large hand
                 over it, his eyes on hers.
 

                 His smile widened as he thought for a moment and then asked, "Where do
                 you want it?"
 

                 She looked at him in surprise. Then, she saw the mischief in his eyes.
                 He was playing. Damn it. She was so hot she really didn't care as long
                 as his cock filled her up and made her cum. He wanted to play? She could
                 play. She smiled slowly at him and answered, "Does it matter? Just stuff
                 that fucking cock in me and ride me hard. I want to cum."
 

                 Spike felt his cock harden even more at her words. She noticed and
                 stored that information away. He liked for her to talk dirty.
                 Interesting. Spike guided his cock slowly into Willow's pussy. He pumped
                 it into her a few times very slowly. Willow was ready to tell him to go
                 faster when he pulled out of her completely. She moaned as his cock left
                 her empty. "What are you doing?"
 

                 Without answering her question, he grabbed her ass and lifted her waist
                 slightly. Willow's eyes widened in panic as she felt a slight pressure
                 against her tight
                 asshole. Before she could protest, he slammed his entire length into her
                 rectum.

                 Willow screamed with the sudden sharp pain of his sudden presence. He
                 stood still until the initial pain disappeared to be replaced by a
                 pleasant filled feeling. Spike enjoyed the scream, knowing that he was
                 the first one to take her ass. He planned to be the first one to do many
                 things to her. He waited until she had adjusted to his massive length
                 before moving.
 

                 Willow had never felt such pain coupled with pleasure. She felt him move
                 inside her ass. She felt every nerve ending pulse with need. She reached
                 down and began sliding the fingers of one hand into her pussy while she
                 rubbed her clit with the other. Realizing that the pain had subsided,
                 Spike began pumping very slowly in and out of her ass. The tightness
                 brought him close to climaxing quickly and he had to stop several times
                 to let the sensation die. He wanted her to cum first.
 

                 He couldn't believe how responsive she was to him. He would have thought
                 she'd be hesitant, but again she proved him wrong. She was laying there,
                 her own fingers plunging into her wetness. The sight of the shy little
                 redhead acting so wantonly was enough to make him cum. He began to pound
                 harder, using his own thumb on her clit.
 

                 Within seconds, Willow lifted her stomach and screamed as she felt the
                 warmth of her orgasm fill her. Spike said her name as his cock swelled
                 and his cum surged through it in large spurts. He leaned down, his teeth
                 entering her neck as he began to drink from her. As her cunt filled with
                 her own juices, she could feel her ass overflowing with Spike's. When he
                 was spent, he slumped down on top of her and kissed her again. Her mouth
                 mets his hungrily as she raked her fingernails across his back. She
                 finally pulled away, breathless from their activities. Spike ran a hand
                 across her cheek as she blinked at him drowsily.
 

                 "Sleep now, luv." he whispered, pulling out of her and laying beside
                 her. He waited until she was asleep before closing his eyes, his arm
                 possessively around her.
 
 

*****
WISH COME TRUE (8/?)
 

Willow woke up. Her entire body was in pain. It wasn't a bad sort of
pain, just an exhausted sort of feeling. She sat up, the sheet falling
from her breasts. Her ass hurt. Spike had not been gentle the previous
evening. She couldn't complain. She'd been with him each step of the
way. He had the ability to make her forget who she was.

She saw him laying beside her, his body still. She had no idea if he was
sleeping or just watching her. She knew that this time she couldn't just
run out. Hell, she'd been the one that had come to him. Remembering
their activities over the evening and into the morning was making her
hot. She looked down at her body, taking in the bite marks and small
bruises around her breasts. She really needed a shower.

She glanced around the room. There were two doors. One had to be the
shower. She stood, rising from the bed. She really hoped that the
soreness she was feeling faded soon. She slowly made her way to the
first door. Opening it, she found a closet. She sighed. Wrong door. She
reached inside removing a dark blue and green long sleeve shirt.
Something to wear wouldn't be bad. She then went to the other door.
Finally.

It was a bathroom. Well, it was a shower and a sink. She saw a tub along
the other wall. No toilet. Perplexed, she looked again around the room.
Suddenly, she remembered. Spike had had this place built. Vampires
didn't pee. Why would he need a toilet? What was she going to do?

Spike sat up, his elbow on the pillow. He put his cheek against his palm
as he watched her stand in the doorway of the bathroom. His eyes
wandered her nude form, a feeling of pride going through him. She was
his. He saw his bites on her back and her ass cheeks. His eyes caught
sight of the small bruises his tight grip had made. He heard her small
sigh as she walked inside, shutting the door behind her.

He stood fluidly, his body moving with easy grace. He went to the
bedroom door, unlocking it. Walking through the lair, he found no one.
Good. They had all left after his disappearance. He knew that she would
be feeling hungry. After the night before, she'd worked off a lot of
energy. All he could find were some opened bags of cheetoes and pretzel
sticks. Looking deeper, he found some cheese. He knew he had some wine
in the bedroom. Smiling, he picked up the few edible things he had and
walked back towards the room.

She wasn't leaving his room yet. Not until dusk when he could go with
her. He'd have her buy some food to keep at the place. He didn't need
her collapsing from hunger. He was by no means through with her. He
heard the shower turn off as he opened the wine. His eyes stared at the
bottle as he poured out a glass of the red liquid. Smiling, he sat on
the bed waiting for her.
****
WISH COME TRUE (9/?)
 

Willow walked out of the bathroom, a towel around her hair. The shirt
hung loose, down past her knees. She stopped when she saw Spike watching
her. She smiled shyly, not sure what to say or do.
 

"I don't remember telling you that you could wear my shirt." he said
smiling slightly.
 

"You were asleep...I couldn't ask" She said, unsure if he was serious.
 

"Take it off" he said, his eyes burning into her.
 

She gulped as she began to unbutton it. She slid it from her shoulders,
letting it fall to the floor. The towel came free, falling to join it.
She stood before him, nude. Her hair dripping water down her neck. His
eyes followed a droplet as it journeyed down her breast. His cock
hardened.
 

"Always ask before doing" he said, standing. He saw her watching him
warily. Good. She didn't trust him. "Lay down. On your back."
 

Willow took a deep breath before moving to the bed. She laid down, her
eyes watching him. She saw him lean over and get a chip. "Hungry?" he
asked.
 

Her stomach rumbled in response. He chuckled as he brought the food to
her mouth. He continued to feed her odds and ends. She ate the food,
despite it being stale and tasting like styrofoam. She didn't think it
was time to piss him off.
 

"Drink?" he asked. He tilted the wine bottle, letting some of it get in
her mouth. The rest dribbled down her chin onto her neck. "Silly me. I
spilled some."
 

She watched his innocent eyes as they sparked with fire. He leaned down,
his tongue following the trail of the wine. She felt her breath catch as
he circled her flesh with his tongue. She watched as he sat up, taking
the wine bottle.
 

He spilled more of the wine across her body. He continued licking it off
where it touched. She soon was bundle of nerves from the slow torture of
his tongue. She gasped when she felt the wine hit her clit. His tongue
lapped it up. Spike savored the taste of the wine mixed with the juices
of his Willow. He drank from her as though he were dying of thirst. He
felt her contract against his tongue, heard her scream his name as she
came hard.
 

"Please."
 

"Please what?" he teased her clit with his tongue.
 

"Fuck me hard, you damn undead prick." she begged.
 

He smiled, taking the bottle of wine. It was empty. He ran his tongue
over the tip, feeling nothing but smooth glass. He pressed it against
her wet cunt lips, running it up and down. He heard her cry out as he
pushed the bottle deep. She began to move against it, arching down for
more.
 

"Spike. You, not the damn bottle." she said through clenched teeth as he
pushed the bottle deeper.
 

He laughed, "You didn't specify pet. You just said hard. Isn't this hard
enough?" he asked innocently, sending the bottle deeper. He raked his
teeth over her clit, causing her to explode. He felt her wet juices
against his hand as he thrust the bottle.
 

Willow felt him remove the bottle. She couldn't believe she had had an
orgasm from a bottle of wine. What was he turning her into? She watched
him warily as he moved up the bed. She could see his hard cock jutting
out, the tip glistening. He was ready to fuck her. She watched as he ran
his tongue over the bottle, licking her juices from it.
 

He smiled at her. "Gives a new meaning to good to the last drop, doesn't
it, luv?"
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WISH COME TRUE (10/?)
 

She groaned at his comment. Trust him to take a particularly good slogan
and make it unique. "It wasn't as filling as you" she said, allowing her
gaze to drift to his hard cock.
 

He smiled at her words. "Next time I may try a bottle of soda."
 

Her eyes widened. She sputtered before seeing the teasing look of
mischief. "You prick."
 

His eyes flashed at her insult. He gripped her chin tightly, "Yes I am.
And you love it. Never forget that I'm a demon pet. We'll both be much
happier."
 

"You're hurting me" she said softly.
 

Spike tightened his grip, moving over her. "Suck me. I want to see my
cock in that pretty little mouth. Do it real good and Spike will give
you a treat."
 

Willow felt his hold loosen as his cock rubbed against her lips. She
opened her mouth slightly, taking the tip into her. Her tongue swirled
around, tasting him. She opened wider, allowing more of him to slip
inside. Her tongue caressed his length as he began to move against her
mouth.
 

"That a girl...." Spike said, clenching his fingers in her hair. He felt
her hand run along his ass before cupping his swollen balls. He groaned
as she took him deeper. Her warm wet mouth was driving him crazy. He
felt her finger touch his ass, running right along his hole. He began to
thrust faster at her anal play. He heard her choking as he released his
load deep into her throat. He withdrew, watching his white milky cream
spill onto her chin.
 

Willow looked at him through half closed eyes as she licked up the
remains of his release. Her swept along her lip, capturing each trickle.
"You're right. Good to the last drop."
 

She smacked her lips, smiling slightly as she thrust up against him. She
saw his eyes light with amusement before moving between her legs.
 

"What do you want Willow?"
 

"You. Inside me. Now. Fuck me Spike."
 

He complied, thrusting deep into her. She moved her legs, tightening
around him as he thrust. She arched up, meeting him each time. She felt
his mouth on her swollen nipples as she fingered her clit. She felt him
withdraw then plunge deeper. Soon, she was gushing against his thrusting
cock. Her hands clenching into the sheets and mattress as she screamed
her release. She felt his teeth bite into her breast as he came again,
sending more of his cum into her exhausted body.
 

"Sleep now" she mumbled. She wondered why she had bothered with a
shower. She was already covered with sweat, wine, and cum.
 

Spike withdrew, moving beside her. His cock against her lower thigh as
he gently played with her breasts. Soon, she was sleeping, a smile on
her lips.
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