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And still more Spawn
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essene_backupI don't think there's an end in sight. We still haven't gotten to actual consumation yet for crimeney's sake!
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blue_larkspur 'cause she can't wait. And apparantly neither can I.
He broke into the house with ease. He tisked. Bloody hell, you'd think that it'd be a little more difficult to get into The-bleeding-Slayer's! This was Sunnydale for fuck's sake.
It was just after dark, he knew he had to be swift, for there was no telling when the Summers women would return. He knew the layout fairly well and jogged up the stairs to the second floor. From there, he just followed her scent. It was overwhelming here. Her shampoo, her sweat, her deoderant, her juices, her softly perfumed lotion; she permeated everything, calling to him. Opening the door he gazed at the room. Small, neatly made bed on the left, mirrored closet on the right. Dresser straight ahead.
He inhaled again and nearly fell to his knees. Her quim was everywhere. He almost expected it to be laying there open on the bed, waiting for him, pink and ripe. He sat down on the bed and closed his eyes. There was another, more direct scent assailing him, from just behind. He turned and saw a nightstand dressed innocuously enough with a small lamp a clock and a candlestick holder. The candle was not in the base though, it was balanced precariously on the edge of the table. That was it. He grabbed it. Sweet, sodding hell! It's been in her! His free hand snaked to his groin and kneaded the rapidly stiffening flesh there. Her pussy had been wrapped around the thin white taper in his hand; she'd fucked herself with it. "Oh pet, " he whispered.
His penis was full and painful now. He undid the zipper, released his straining member and stroked it as he ran a thumb up and down the candle. The hand on his member did its work as he raised the candle to his lips. Just a taste. Nothing wrong with that. No one'll know. His tounge came to a point as it touched the wax. Fruit tart and candy sweet. A ripe raspberry picked from the bramble outside his family home. His niblet's juices were as fine as anything he'd ever tasted.
His hand cupped his balls, rolling gently as he sucked her into him. He suddenly realized how much she'd been able to get in. It wasn't even the length of his thumb. He'd been traversing the head of his penis with his palm and fingers, fretting the underside and then the slickening small crevasse, when he made the discovery that his niblet was indeed, still a virgin. He came. A large spurt followed by several small jets flew out over the bit's bed. He cursed at his drooling cock and let the candle fall from his hand as he tucked away and tried to clean up his mess with his shirt.
Car lights suddenly lit up the house and he cursed again. Bloody stupid he was to get distracted. He threw open the closet door and hunted for his target. There, under the shoes. He clutched the duster to him as he made his escape out the window, just as he heard the garage door close. He shook it out on the roof, donned it and soaked the front of his jeans like a schoolboy, as Dawn's scent once again made itself apparant...this time mixed with his own.
He nearly collapsed in frustration and desire right there. Catching himself, he donned his fangs and jumped neatly from the roof and let his boots beat time off of Revello drive.
::sigh:: I am a bad, rude girl.
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blue_larkspur 'cause she can't wait. And apparantly neither can I.He broke into the house with ease. He tisked. Bloody hell, you'd think that it'd be a little more difficult to get into The-bleeding-Slayer's! This was Sunnydale for fuck's sake.
It was just after dark, he knew he had to be swift, for there was no telling when the Summers women would return. He knew the layout fairly well and jogged up the stairs to the second floor. From there, he just followed her scent. It was overwhelming here. Her shampoo, her sweat, her deoderant, her juices, her softly perfumed lotion; she permeated everything, calling to him. Opening the door he gazed at the room. Small, neatly made bed on the left, mirrored closet on the right. Dresser straight ahead.
He inhaled again and nearly fell to his knees. Her quim was everywhere. He almost expected it to be laying there open on the bed, waiting for him, pink and ripe. He sat down on the bed and closed his eyes. There was another, more direct scent assailing him, from just behind. He turned and saw a nightstand dressed innocuously enough with a small lamp a clock and a candlestick holder. The candle was not in the base though, it was balanced precariously on the edge of the table. That was it. He grabbed it. Sweet, sodding hell! It's been in her! His free hand snaked to his groin and kneaded the rapidly stiffening flesh there. Her pussy had been wrapped around the thin white taper in his hand; she'd fucked herself with it. "Oh pet, " he whispered.
His penis was full and painful now. He undid the zipper, released his straining member and stroked it as he ran a thumb up and down the candle. The hand on his member did its work as he raised the candle to his lips. Just a taste. Nothing wrong with that. No one'll know. His tounge came to a point as it touched the wax. Fruit tart and candy sweet. A ripe raspberry picked from the bramble outside his family home. His niblet's juices were as fine as anything he'd ever tasted.
His hand cupped his balls, rolling gently as he sucked her into him. He suddenly realized how much she'd been able to get in. It wasn't even the length of his thumb. He'd been traversing the head of his penis with his palm and fingers, fretting the underside and then the slickening small crevasse, when he made the discovery that his niblet was indeed, still a virgin. He came. A large spurt followed by several small jets flew out over the bit's bed. He cursed at his drooling cock and let the candle fall from his hand as he tucked away and tried to clean up his mess with his shirt.
Car lights suddenly lit up the house and he cursed again. Bloody stupid he was to get distracted. He threw open the closet door and hunted for his target. There, under the shoes. He clutched the duster to him as he made his escape out the window, just as he heard the garage door close. He shook it out on the roof, donned it and soaked the front of his jeans like a schoolboy, as Dawn's scent once again made itself apparant...this time mixed with his own.
He nearly collapsed in frustration and desire right there. Catching himself, he donned his fangs and jumped neatly from the roof and let his boots beat time off of Revello drive.
::sigh:: I am a bad, rude girl.
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Date: 2003-08-16 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-16 10:43 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2003-08-16 10:10 pm (UTC)Mmm, I liked this piece, especially that no one was home when Spike paid his visit, and ... examined ... the candle.
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Date: 2003-08-16 10:51 pm (UTC)examined...the candle.
HA! I like that. I sho do.
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Date: 2003-08-16 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-16 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-16 11:00 pm (UTC)Glad you um, appreciate it. ::wink::
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Date: 2003-08-16 10:53 pm (UTC)The lure of this story was too tempting, and I just popped by your journal to read all of the parts in succession.
Hot. HOTHOTHOTHOTHOT.
I'm so loving this! Please note me hopping on the 'write more NOW' bandwagon :).
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Date: 2003-08-16 11:03 pm (UTC)Owners should always ride along. ::wink::
Glad you like.