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She was wearing the same little white frock she had come to the crypt in that early morning. This time though, he was going to take it off her.
She was so young. Perfect and unblemished. Untouched. Unmarred. And she was here with him. Giving herself up to him. Begging him with those little small noises in the back of her throat.
He ran his hands up her thighs, marvelled at the silken texture of her skin and pulled the edge of the nightgown up, letting his hands roam over her taught, slender belly, up her sides and to her small, hard tits. She sucked in a breath and moved her chest back slightly, he went after her.
His fingers glided over her nipples. Small, finely formed. She moaned and her chest arched into his hand. She'd never felt anything so tight and sensational as the feeling coursing through her. "Be careful," she pleaded. "They're sore."
That's because they're still growing, pet. The answer flew to the front of his mind and his cock grew harder. No one had ever touched her. He was the first. He knew it. And it just made him want her more.
He pulled the flimsy garment up and she let her arms raise so it came off her body. He leaned her back onto the bed and then sat up and looked at her. She was delectable. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was a succubus come to steal his soul.
She looked at him with those giant green eyes, like she was drinking him in. He reached out and ran a fingertip from her lips to her belly button. She undulated like a snake, arching into his touch. Her responses were so uncontrolled, so untaught.
He trailed his finger down to her soft mound where downy hair was just starting to appear. He could see dewy beads of moisture starting to surface just outside her lips. I want to taste her there. His cock twitched with anticipation and he could feel his fangs unsheath slightly.
"Dawn. I need you to understand something." His voice was soft now.
"What?" She said, slightly annoyed, she couldn't believe he wanted to talk...now.
She was tensing up on him. He ran a painted finger into her cleft and she bucked up into him, forcing his finger onto her straining clit. He did as her body bid and rubbed.
Watching her respond to him was the most intoxicating thing he'd ever seen. HE was doing this to her, only him. No one and nothing else. The only imprint she'd ever have would be his. Everything after him would be colored by him, just as everything after Dru was colored by her--even this. The cruelties inflicted between them made him appreciate the sweetness of this moment even more.
"It's going to hurt luv." He was still swirling his finger on her growing clit, and she had parted her legs to give him better access. He had to make her understand before...oh sweet fuck she had spurted into his hand.
"I...what...what do you mean?" She was grinding up at him now, head twisting from side to side. But her eyes focused on him, always on him.
"You're a virgin luv. You have a...bit of skin that I have to break through. It's going to hurt. And, " he stopped, closed his eyes, willing his cock to be still, even though this one thought made it more ready than anything else, "there will be blood."
"How bad will it hurt?" She reached for his other hand and put it on her budding breast.
A growl resounded low in his chest. She wanted his touch even as he was trying to warn her. "A lot...at first. But it'll pass. I promise."
Her hand joined his and she pushed a slender finger into her vagina. "Okay."
He was not made of steel and her tiny, breathless affirmation sent him diving to the source of her sex. So perfect, pink, and slick. She spread her thighs apart even farther, stretching her lips open for him.
He licked her and suckled and darted in and out of her with his toungue. All the while whispering, "Mine. You're mine."
Her hips ground into him and he was thankful that he didn't need to breathe, he could keep tasting and savoring her flesh and her liquid and never move. He ground his dick into the bed as he drank from her, knowing he was the only one to ever taste her, eat this fruity cream from her cunt.
"My pretty cunny. My pretty little niblet." He drove his tounge into her over and over while his thumb flickered around and around her clit.
She gave one final scream and raised her ass off the bed, thrusting her pussy in his face while her tiny muscles pulsated around his tounge. He let a jet escape him as well, joining her in her release. She collapsed back onto the bed, muscles loose and limbs akimbo. He placed one last kiss on her mound, and rested his chin on her belly, watching her come back to him.
Suddenly her hand came down and smacked him on the side of the head. "You lied. That didn't hurt."
She was wearing the same little white frock she had come to the crypt in that early morning. This time though, he was going to take it off her.
She was so young. Perfect and unblemished. Untouched. Unmarred. And she was here with him. Giving herself up to him. Begging him with those little small noises in the back of her throat.
He ran his hands up her thighs, marvelled at the silken texture of her skin and pulled the edge of the nightgown up, letting his hands roam over her taught, slender belly, up her sides and to her small, hard tits. She sucked in a breath and moved her chest back slightly, he went after her.
His fingers glided over her nipples. Small, finely formed. She moaned and her chest arched into his hand. She'd never felt anything so tight and sensational as the feeling coursing through her. "Be careful," she pleaded. "They're sore."
That's because they're still growing, pet. The answer flew to the front of his mind and his cock grew harder. No one had ever touched her. He was the first. He knew it. And it just made him want her more.
He pulled the flimsy garment up and she let her arms raise so it came off her body. He leaned her back onto the bed and then sat up and looked at her. She was delectable. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was a succubus come to steal his soul.
She looked at him with those giant green eyes, like she was drinking him in. He reached out and ran a fingertip from her lips to her belly button. She undulated like a snake, arching into his touch. Her responses were so uncontrolled, so untaught.
He trailed his finger down to her soft mound where downy hair was just starting to appear. He could see dewy beads of moisture starting to surface just outside her lips. I want to taste her there. His cock twitched with anticipation and he could feel his fangs unsheath slightly.
"Dawn. I need you to understand something." His voice was soft now.
"What?" She said, slightly annoyed, she couldn't believe he wanted to talk...now.
She was tensing up on him. He ran a painted finger into her cleft and she bucked up into him, forcing his finger onto her straining clit. He did as her body bid and rubbed.
Watching her respond to him was the most intoxicating thing he'd ever seen. HE was doing this to her, only him. No one and nothing else. The only imprint she'd ever have would be his. Everything after him would be colored by him, just as everything after Dru was colored by her--even this. The cruelties inflicted between them made him appreciate the sweetness of this moment even more.
"It's going to hurt luv." He was still swirling his finger on her growing clit, and she had parted her legs to give him better access. He had to make her understand before...oh sweet fuck she had spurted into his hand.
"I...what...what do you mean?" She was grinding up at him now, head twisting from side to side. But her eyes focused on him, always on him.
"You're a virgin luv. You have a...bit of skin that I have to break through. It's going to hurt. And, " he stopped, closed his eyes, willing his cock to be still, even though this one thought made it more ready than anything else, "there will be blood."
"How bad will it hurt?" She reached for his other hand and put it on her budding breast.
A growl resounded low in his chest. She wanted his touch even as he was trying to warn her. "A lot...at first. But it'll pass. I promise."
Her hand joined his and she pushed a slender finger into her vagina. "Okay."
He was not made of steel and her tiny, breathless affirmation sent him diving to the source of her sex. So perfect, pink, and slick. She spread her thighs apart even farther, stretching her lips open for him.
He licked her and suckled and darted in and out of her with his toungue. All the while whispering, "Mine. You're mine."
Her hips ground into him and he was thankful that he didn't need to breathe, he could keep tasting and savoring her flesh and her liquid and never move. He ground his dick into the bed as he drank from her, knowing he was the only one to ever taste her, eat this fruity cream from her cunt.
"My pretty cunny. My pretty little niblet." He drove his tounge into her over and over while his thumb flickered around and around her clit.
She gave one final scream and raised her ass off the bed, thrusting her pussy in his face while her tiny muscles pulsated around his tounge. He let a jet escape him as well, joining her in her release. She collapsed back onto the bed, muscles loose and limbs akimbo. He placed one last kiss on her mound, and rested his chin on her belly, watching her come back to him.
Suddenly her hand came down and smacked him on the side of the head. "You lied. That didn't hurt."
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Date: 2003-08-17 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-17 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-17 05:36 pm (UTC)*hooked*
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Date: 2003-08-17 07:59 pm (UTC)By the by, Chris is going to the bar, you want anything?
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Date: 2003-08-17 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-17 07:56 pm (UTC)Harmony who? Is there more Spawn I should be reading????
And oh, yes...sooooo Diva's fault.
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Date: 2003-08-18 04:11 pm (UTC)http://www.allaboutspike.com/fic.html?id=363
http://www.allaboutspike.com/fic.html?id=395
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Date: 2003-08-18 11:21 pm (UTC)Yes, I've read that. But it made me so sad. Poor Spike. His big plans never really turn out all that well. ::sniff::
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Date: 2003-08-17 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-17 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-17 08:07 pm (UTC)Great job, sweetie!
And yup, the rooms in hell sure are nice here!
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Date: 2003-08-18 11:26 pm (UTC)A ::lick::: ? Naw. No one does it as good as Annie.
A ::kiss::? Nope. I might slobber.
A ::grope::? I might get too excited and pinch.
So you let me know...what is the proper way to show a corrupter how you truly appreciate them?
Hmmmm?
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Date: 2003-08-18 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 09:44 pm (UTC)You're bent over my knees, yah? I run my hand over your firm, supple flesh, squeezing every now again.
"What a pretty ass. What a pretty girl. So pretty. But you're dirty aren't you?"
::Thwack!::
Just hard enough to sting, my palm leaves a little white print that turns rosy and oh so warm. I blow on it just a bit. Cool air meeting warm, stinging flesh.
I whisper softly, "Aren't you?"