Buffy & The Exiled Ch. 05

With a flourishing gesture, he snapped his fingers above the onyx bowl and a blue spark dropped from them to ignite the empty dish.

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The white haired vampire closed the little window in the door, "The damn wolf's coming round, already," he muttered to himself. "She must be an incredibly tough beast!"

"Sp..Spike?"

"Yes, little bit?"

Dawn looked nervous as the handsome vampire walked over to her. "Er, it's just that I, ah, wanted to ask a favour."

Intrigued, he stood in front of her and lifted his pale hand to stroke her cheek. "What would that be, Pet?"

"Well, you're going to kill us all, right?"

He considered it for a moment. "Slayer's blood is too rare to miss a chance to drink it, so yes. And the witch is far too powerful to leave around, even as a vampire." He cast a sideways glance at Tara. "Blondie here is on Harmony's menu and she'll sulk for ages if she doesn't get what she wants. That just leaves you, nibblet. I may turn you. Just to annoy that insufferable sister of yours, of course. Why do you ask?"

She did not have to act too much to put a look of fear on her face, "It's just that if I am going to die, I don't want to do it without... Without, er..."

His cold fingers slid in her long brown hair and brushed it over her shoulder to hang away from her beautiful face, "Without what, Petal?"

She nervously looked down at her feet as she answered in a little girl's voice, "Without knowing what it feels like to please a man."

That surprised him. He quickly shot a glance over his shoulder to Faith and Willow. The Slayer seemed to have slipped into unconsciousness and the witch was looking away with a disgusted frown on her face. Something was wrong. Captives never behaved as Dawn was doing.

Unless she thought that sexual favours may make him reconsider and spare her life, perhaps. They would not, but there was no need to point that out until after, was there? He fixed her with a steely eye. She was definitely nervous, but that was normal for someone in her position. Giving it some thought, he decided to play along and see where she was taking this.

"Well, we certainly can't have that. How about I give you a lesson in how to see to a man's needs, then?"

Slowly, she lifted her eyes to him and gave him an amazingly cute nod. "I would be so grateful if you would."

Now, he knew she was up to something. He smiled inwardly at the idea that these four thought that they could fool the Big Bad. They were in for a surprise.

"Let's start with getting a better look at you," he said in a friendly tone as he unbuttoned her pyjama top. He frowned when he found that some of the buttons were missing. He did not think that Angelus would have been that rough with the young girl when he kidnapped her.

Her skin shivered with goose pimples as he drew the garment open and lowered his eyes to her small breasts. They were firm and pert with little pink nipples that stiffened in the cool air of the cellar. He felt a surge of arousal at such a lovely sight. She trembled as he smoothed a hand across her chest and cupped her left breast in a gentle embrace. His black painted nails contrasted with the whiteness of her skin as he plucked at her nipple. It swelled and hardened even more beneath his touch.

The skin of her throat bobbed as she swallowed and closed her eyes. He gave a predatory smile when he felt her breath catch and her small breast jerked in his hand.

"Like that, nibblet?"

She let out a long sigh and opened her eyes to look directly into his, "Yes. Very much."

"Do you want more, little one?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"Yes, I want more. I want you to touch me all over. I want to feel your mouth on my nipples and your fingers in my pussy."

He strummed her nipple with his thumb and felt the rubbery flesh bounce to his rhythm. Grinning, he lifted his other hand and took hold of her second nipple. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he caressed her young flesh and cupped the two little mounds.

She felt so good to him. Almost like a younger copy of her sister. Remembering his encounter with Buffy in the lobby of the old sanatorium made desire flood through him. His left hand stopped its circles of her breast and rose to lift her chin up as his mouth descended upon hers. Her innocent eyes slid closed as her lips parted to allow his tongue between them.

They kissed with an unhurried passion as his thumb and forefinger still gently rolled a nipple back and forth. It shocked Dawn that she actually enjoyed it. Over a century of life had given him a skill that took her breath away. She felt his tongue curl around her mouth and stroke against her own with a tender touch that made her legs weak. She gave a tiny, involuntary groan as he took his mouth away.

"Now, little bit, let's see what the rest of you is like, shall we?"

Over his shoulder she could see the large iron ring with the keys on it lifting very slowly into the air above the hook. Willow could have moved them the fifteen feet to Faith in seconds, but Tara's magic was not as strong and required far more effort from the blonde Wiccan. It would take a few minutes to get to the Slayer. She would have to make sure that under no circumstances did he turn around.

The vampire hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pyjama trousers and drew them down. She lifted first one foot and then the other to enable him to remove the garment completely. Tossing it to the side, he stood back and looked at her nakedness.

She was exquisite. Her youthful body was petite and toned. The smooth skin of her belly sloped downward to the shaven peach of her womanhood with a majestic curve. His eyes drank in the sight of her naked labia and the delightful crevice between them. The tender flesh moved slightly as she raised one foot to balance it on its toes. With a coy smile, she waved her knee left and right as he watched her sex undulate to the rhythm.

Reaching down, he traced his fingers along the outside of her thigh from her knee to her hip. When his fingers reached the top of their journey, he splayed them out and took hold of her. Her tiny swaying stilled as he held her. Looking up from under her fringe, she could see that his eyes were still searching the folds of her little pussy.

"Oh, you're a nubile little morsel, ain't you?"

"Do you approve of what you see, Spike?"

His eyes lifted to hers as he smiled and nodded, "Not half, darlin'."

"Then touch me. I'll do anything you want."

For a brief second, she thought she saw a wary look in his eyes, but then it was gone as lust filled them. His mouth returned to hers and she felt his cool touch slide around the side of her hip until the flat of his hand pressed over the front of her belly. His fingers stroked around her navel for a moment and then descended down to the silken slit of her quim.

Her intimate flesh slipped between his fingers and she felt her sensitive clit throb as, with an expert skill, he teased the little bud from its hood. She felt a delicious thrill as his fingernails very lightly caressed the channels to either side of her little jewel and stirred in a circle of delight. The inner depths of her cunny tingled as she began to juice for him. He might be a soulless killer, but he certainly knew how to pleasure a woman.

He could feel her whole body tremble as he kissed and caressed her. He mouth returned his passion with an eagerness that surprised him. This little nymph was getting hot!

With a gentle stroke, he drew his fingertip down her puffy labia and circled the tiny opening to her virgin sheath. To his cold touch, her flesh burned with a lustful heat that signalled her need to be taken. While his tongue curled around hers, he sunk a finger into her womanhood until he could feel the resistance of her maidenhead.

"So you are a virgin," he whispered as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Her lips fluttered against his in butterfly kisses as her tiny breasts squashed against his washboard chest.

"I've been waiting for a true man to show me the way," she breathed into his ear.

"Then I guess the wait's over, nibblet."

His finger slid back and forth in her tender folds and coaxed the juices from her. She moaned and let her hips sway with tiny thrusts that matched his hands pumping rhythm. Her eyes closed and her head slipped back as she floated with the sensations that his skilful touch brought her.

He moulded the soft flesh of her breast with one hand as he worked her little cunt with his other. He loved the feeling of her inner flesh slipping and sliding beneath his caresses. Her rippled pussy walls felt warm and slick as they produced the copious fluids of her arousal and a squishing sound made him grin with undisguised lust.

Dipping his head, his lips nuzzled against her throat. He kissed down from her jawline until he could feel the strong drumming of her pulse. He kissed that spot and licked at it. Dawn was enjoying the sensations his fingers were giving her so much that for a moment she did not realise where his mouth was. When she did, a thrill that was a confusing mix of desire and fear swept through her. Was he going to bite her? Would she resist if he did?

"Mmmm," she moaned and pressed her small body against him.

His tongue licked and tasted her before sliding upward and curling into her ear. She giggled and squirmed in delight.

After teasing her for another moment, he slipped his honey-glazed fingers from her pussy and raised them to her lips. Without hesitation, she licked her sweet nectar from him. Stepping backward, he drew his hand from her sucking mouth and quickly grasped the bottom of his black T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Dawn had to admit to herself that she had never seen anyone who had such a perfectly sculptured washboard stomach before. His wiry frame was all muscle.

His hands unbuckled his belt as he kicked off his shoes. When he stepped out of his trousers, he let her gaze take in his nakedness. His long, stiff cock stood hard before him. It was smooth and beautiful with a large bulbous head.

"Ain't it grand?" he said, following the line of her eyes.

"Very. Can I taste it?"

"All in good time. First I want to get a taste of you."

Moving close to the chained girl, he slipped his hands around her waist. In one fluid motion, he slid them down the sides of her leg as he knelt before her. His eyes traced the path downward. Her small, firm breasts gave way to the flatness of her belly. Below her cute navel was the smooth, bare slope down to her young pussy. She was completely shaved and her puffy lips glistened with her aroused moisture.

Spike took a deep breath and let his heightened vampire senses savour the heady scent of her excitement. It was rich, musky and sweet. Lifting one hand to the inside of her left knee, he drew her leg to the side, opening her more to his gaze. The delightful curve of her inner thigh sparkled with dew from where some of her creamy goodness had dripped on it.

Using the tip of a finger, he drew a path in the sticky fluid and traced the shape of a large capital letter S. He then lifted the finger to his mouth and sucked her juice off it. Oh, she was sweeter than he had imagined!

Eagerly, he placed both his hands on her inner thighs and drew them wider. As they made room for him, he slipped his face forward and gave her slick slit a long lick. Right from the small entrance to her virgin passage up to the curving hood of flesh that surrounded her tiny clit.

The young girl's hips gave a buck of delight as his tongue circled around her throbbing bud and then slid back down the length of her pouting folds. The two fleshy lips of her labia were thrust aside as his flicking licks parted the puffy flesh and slithered along her juicing slot.

"Ohhh. Ah-hmmmm," she moaned.

She twitched again as his tongue circled the tight entrance to her womanhood and delved inside. Lapping like a kitten at a bowl of milk, he drew clear strands of girlish honey from her and swallowed them.

"Oh, GOD, yeah!" the teenager gasped as she let her head rock back as the waves of pleasure mounted. This cold-hearted killer certainly knew his way around a woman!

Swirling and stabbing with his tongue, he teased the young virgin as his fingers drew little caresses on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She squirmed against his face and ground her beautiful cunny on his lips. Her glistening passion ran across his cheeks as his mouth worked wonders and steered her teenage body toward the heights of ecstasy.

"OH, YES! OH, YES! YES! YES! YES! FUUUCCCCKKKK!"

Trembles shivered their way along her legs as he lashed her throbbing clit and speared deep into her juicing depths. In moments, her whole body shivered in the throes of a delicious orgasm that shook her to the core. Electric waves of pleasure burst from her spasming pussy and shot along her spine to explode into multicoloured stars that danced in her vision. Her shaking made the chains on her wrists rattle on the wall and only their support held her upright.

Rocking back on his heels, the vampire used the back of his hand to wipe the smears of wetness from his face. His hypnotic eyes held her gaze as he grinned up at her.

"Like that, nibblet?"

Her long brown hair swayed about her face and clung to her sweat soaked forehead as she nodded, "Oh, yes. That was wonderful."

From the corner of her eye, she saw the floating iron ring of keys had hovered to within about five feet of Faith. She needed to distract him for a little while longer.

"I was raised to be polite, Spike. You just made me cum, so now it’s only fair that I do the same for you. You did say that I could taste that marvellous cock of yours, didn't you?"

There was just enough slack in the chains that she could kneel down if she stretched her arms as far as they would go. With a lustful smile, the vampire got up from his crouch and stood before her, his long cock pointing straight at her.

Looking up into his eyes, she slipped her head forward and pursed her lips in a small kiss around the tiny slit on the end of his glans. They formed a soft circle that enclosed the little opening and she gave a light suck. It was enough to draw a bead of clear fluid from the tip and she scooped it up with the tip of her tongue.

"Mmmm, you taste good, yourself, Spike."

His only response was to reach down and brush her hair back from her face so that he could see exactly what she was doing. His lust soared as she fixed him with her big, innocent eyes and swallowed the head of his cock. Her lithe tongue curled around the crown of his manhood and traced the ridge that descended to the thick shaft of his cock.

She sucked at his throbbing glans as if it were a nipple. Her pulsing lips created thrills that streaked down the length of his rod and tingled in his swollen balls. She was so good at this that it made him realise that she had done it before. Whoever had been the recipient was one Hell of a lucky guy!

When his cock head was slick with her saliva, Dawn slid her mouth lower on his shaft and took him deeper. His black painted fingers cupped the side of her head and he gave a little moan of lust as he slid further into that sucking heaven.

Her lips worked in delicious nibbles to swallow his long length deeper and deeper. Without hesitation, she gulped and took his round head into the tightness of her throat and wiggled it down.

"FUCK!" he gasped, leaning over her to steady himself with one hand on the wall above her head.

The tight, pulsing ring of her lips encircled the very base of his long shaft and she held herself still so that he could feel the wet, warm sheath of her throat on his whole length. It felt like a heavenly eternity to him that she just knelt still and accepted him.

His free hand slid in her long hair and moved to the back of her head. With a surprising gentleness, he held her mouth in place. Slowly, he began to draw his hips back and he groaned at the wonderful feeling of her throat slithering from his throbbing flesh. She gasped for air as his glans popped from her lips and dragged a sticky cord of saliva that hung between them. With only the briefest of pauses, he pushed back into her with a long glide that sank down her tight throat, once more.

Moaning, he began to fuck her mouth with a steadily increasing rhythm. The skill with which she worked his shaft astounded him. How could a girl this talented still be a virgin! The answer made him smile. Once on the receiving end of such a great cock sucking, who would last long enough to be able to fuck her pussy!

He desperately wanted to take her cherry, but the pleasure that her sucking mouth was giving him made it impossible for him to stop. Her gasps and gulps, mixed with the wet slurping noises of his steel hard cock ploughing her tight throat, drove him crazy.

The animal need to pump his cock into the delightful confines of her mouth made him hump her beautiful face with an increasing speed and desperation.

"Oh, that's good, you little cock whore! Suck the Big Bad. Do you like it when I ram it down your throat? Eh? Take it all, you little slut!"

His hips flashed back and forth as he slammed his hard length repeatedly into her young mouth. He did not care if his roughness bruised her lips. All he wanted to do was splash his hot spunk down her throat.

With a final gasp, he pulled her head firmly against his groin and cried in ecstasy. His shaft twitched and jerked as his cum burst from him and pumped in creamy waves into the young girl. She gulped and gagged as his warm load filled her mouth and even though she desperately tried to swallow it all, some poured from her lips and ran in a salty stream down her chin.

He slid his cock back and forth as his orgasm slowly faded and he watched his cum ooze from her lips.

"Blimey Dawn! You're even better than your sister," he smiled.

"Hunh?" she mumbled as she lifted her eyes to his whilst still sucking his softening shaft.

"I thought Buffy was good at sucking cock, but she's got nothing on you!”

"What do you mean? You've never done this with Buffy!" she frowned as his cum slid down her chin to drip onto the perky tip of her breast.

His delight in telling her the Slayer's secret was written all over his face. "Oh yes I have, Pet. I fucked her better than anyone has ever done. Ask her yourself if you don't believe me. It was in the hallway of the sanatorium while the Scoobies were fighting for their lives with Glory's minions."

Seeing the anger flash on the teenager's face only made him grin more, "She came like a train when I slipped her a length of the Big Bad. Just like you will."

A look of shock filled his face as a coil of chain dropped over his head and pulled tight on his neck.

"Hiya William. Remember me?" Faith hissed into his ear.

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The Shepherd flinched in pain as the magic coursed through him. It bit with an icy grip as he channelled it forward into the onyx bowl. The blue flames leapt and crackled as they illuminated his face in the depths of his black hood.

With the arcane words spilling from his lips, he reached into his robe and withdrew the vial of Slayer's blood. Using two fingers to draw a mystic symbol of life in the air above the bottle, he flicked the stopper open with his thumb and poured the contents into the blue flames.

Relief filled him as the flames instantly turned from blue to a pure white and all the pain left his body.

Dropping the empty vial, he withdrew the witch's blood. The words he uttered changed to a deeper tone as he drew the sigil for change in the air above the vial. As he had done with the first one, he flicked the stopper open and poured the crimson fluid into the angelic flames. There was a hiss and a spit as they changed from brilliant white to an emerald green.

Angelus nodded to himself with satisfaction as the sorcerer dropped the second bottle and his words changed to a guttural snarl as he voiced the final stages of the spell to break the seal on the portal that held Mobadon.