Rating: Very NC17!
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mentioned in this story and gain no monetary profit from it.
Willow and Buffy are feeling guilty about their fake gift and are concerned
they haven't heard from Xander in days. When they check on him, they
find him with Spike. In shock, they decide to do a real spell to give their
friend his hearts desire, hoping he will dump Spike.
Warning: This story is a pointless, spornographic bit of fantasy, fluff and
sex. The author does NOT endorse the bizarre sexual techniques or
situations this story contains. (O.k., some of them are......never mind)
As always, full credit to the talented Petxnd who puts wonderful visuals to
my words and brings the stories alive.
When he finally thought he could speak, Xander's tiny voice squeaked.
"I love you too Spike. You were my birthday wish from the beginning."
Spike's dead heart tried to beat and his face lit up.
"Well then. I think we should take advantage of this little situation and
enjoy ourselves. Then we find shelter and work on a way to get home."
Spike's suggestion was capped off as his hands slid up under Xander's
short skirt and his thumbs brushed over Dorothy's swollen clit.
Xander gasp, his back arched and both men could feel the warm dampness
from his pussy wetting a spot on Spike's cool belly. Xander leaned back, lifting
himself slightly to give Spike better access, then he closed his eyes and waited.
The difference was already evident. The emptiness he felt in his ass as a man
was multiplied ten fold as his vagina screamed to be filled. It was a deep, itching
need that had him immediately reaching for his cock, only to be disappointed
by it's absence.
Spike watched and knew what his boy needed. He slid his hand between
her legs, pressing his palm firmly against the swollen organ before slipping
his long, thin middle finger up into her body. The feel of the warm, sticky
juices that ran down his hand caused them both to twitch and moan.
Xander's face screwed up in to an expression of pain as he frantically rode
Spike's finger's, desperate for him to reach and satisfy that unknown spot that
existed, buried somewhere in the walls of his blood filled vagina.
"Please, Spike, help me. Stop this feeling. Fuck me. Please. Do something."
His voice was shrill and whining. Beyond sexual desire, it was a craving
that was accentuated by a frustration at not being able to stroke himself
and Xander could not think.
Every awareness of his feminine body centered on the small area between
his legs. He tried to think of what he did to bring Anya pleasure but the truth
was, she usually pushed his hand away, preferring to do it herself.
Spike, too, was on the edge. The whole kinkiness of it had his cock hard
enough to hammer nails and slobbering from the slit like a bulldog on a hot
summer day. It took enormous amounts of self control not to lift the small hips
and slam her body down over his cock, pumping himself upwards till his balls
filled painfully and emptied themselves into her.
Digging her nails into Spike's chest as she pushed to lift up, Xander tried positioning
himself. As a man, it seemed easier and more natural. This was awkward, clumsy
and he had to tip himself forward to find alignment.
Spike held his cock in his hand and he guided the wet, hungry pussy with the other.
"Easy. Xander, go slow. You said this was the first time and it might hurt."
Xander was already too far gone to care. He needed relief from the driving
misery inside and he didn't care. All his body knew was that Spike's cock was the
answer to his unnamed questions.
"I don't care. It hurts as a man and I like it. Please, Spike. DO IT!"
Xander's body never stopped moving and grinding. When he felt the puffy, fat
head touch his opening, he immediately started humping, urging it on. When Spike
didn't move quick enough for him, Xander did. He felt his gross, fleshy lower
lips wrap around the slimy head, and Xander dropped.
Xander screamed in pain as he felt the delicate hymen rip and tear. His body
stopped and every muscle locked up as the unimaginable agony shot through
him from an instant headache right down to a charlie horse in his toes.
"Son of a BITCH!"
Spike's cock twitched. His demon roared in joy at the smell of blood and the
power of ownership it felt at being the first and only one this body would know.
He wanted to feel guilty. He wanted to stop. He knew it was too late. The
warm blood was already streaming down the shaft of his cock and pooling
in his nest of crisp curls. He howled with satisfaction.
Immediately his human face slid away and the moonlight glinted off his razor sharp
fangs. His hands clamped painfully onto the hipbones of the human whose body
he was buried in. It was a distraction that helped and Xander was gratefully
surprised to find the pain quickly easing and the need returning. He was also
very aware that something primeval inside him was responding to the claims of the
demon. He wanted to be owned. To be property. To belong. To be Spike's.
Xander blew out the breath he was holding.
"It's better. I'm ready. Fuck me Spike. Take me."
Xander leaned down and licked the hard ridges of the demon's forehead. Spike
smiled around his fangs. Experimentally, he thrust up and was thrilled at the feel
of the responsive squeeze. In return, he slid his thumbs down, brushing and pressing
on her clit each time he pumped himself up till they had a rhythm going that quickly
Before long, Xander took over the motion as his ass began bouncing. He could
feel the tingle that he recognized as the beginning of an orgasm. At the same time
Spike's own body took on a frantic jerking movement that signaled his balls were
drawing up and his release imminent. What happened next shocked them both.
Just as Spike's orgasm slammed into him, his lion's tail whipped up from the
top of his butt and wrapped around Xander's throat tightly and cutting off his air.
With his eyes rolled back and his head thrown back in a flood of pleasure,
Spike was unaware of what was happening.
Strangling and choking, Xander began clawing frantically at the furry cord
that circled his neck like an iron band. Suddenly, lack of oxygen triggered
his own orgasm. It was a powerful explosion that felt as though every
cell in his body was imploding in it's own release. The last thing he knew
was that his world again went white and he saw the face of God smiling down.