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Crowns-
AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)
WARNING: a little violence,
bloodplay and death- as well mild female/female & spike/female
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
NOTE : Takes place after season
three of Buffy, but before season four.
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KING
OF THE CASTLE : 2 CROWNS
"Hell,
yeah," I say as she puts one of those long, slender, tan legs in the
water.
I place
my hand on her knee and slowly slide it upward as she steps completely into the
tub.
I
moan and brace my hand on the wall to keep from falling, since I think my knees
want to give out on me. Just the touch of his hand... the look in his eyes.
Yeah right, I'm giving *this* up without a serious attack of the bitch? I don't
think so.
I
turn my back on him and sit down between his legs. He slips one hand around to
rest on my thigh, avoiding where I really want him to touch me. His other hand
slides around my waist and up to knead my breast. I whimper and arch up into
his touch. "More..."
Mmmm...
*this* is what I remember... *not* whores.
*This*.
Her soft skin- her silky moans... I kiss her shoulder and move to the base of
her scalp- in her wet hair. I love the feeling of each heavy breast in my hand-
the way the skin molds to my palm.
I love
feeling her quim quivering above me- moving the water every so slightly.
Yeah-
like I'd want a *whore* after *this*?!
It's just
a habit.
"Please...
Spike... need you in me." I'm begging. Does he even understand that
Cordelia Chase *never* begs?
But I
guess that's just one more thing he can make me do, that nobody else could. And
I'd gladly beg, as much as he wants, if he keeps making me feel so good.
"You've
got all the control, Pet. Slide down on as much as you want," I tell her
as I thrust my cock up at her a bit. Bet she's never done it like *this*
before.
I
moan as I try to figure out how to make myself move. He takes my hips, helping
me to get on my knees and straddle his thighs. He returns to squeezing my
breasts, teasing my nipples as I take just the head of his cock inside me.
Shit.
"Spiiike..."
I lower myself more, and whimper. I'm not stretched as much as I was last
night, but this is good too. His cock is stretching me, slowly, and that feels
so different from his fingers. Not better, not worse. Just -"Fuck!"
"That's
it, Pet. Take it slow- nice and slow. Really take your time to feel me filling
you," I moan. I can't help it. She just feels too fuckin' god.
I make
sure to keep massaging her tits as she slowly sinks down onto me. Fuck- she
feels great. Nice and wet- with a little anger too.
I love
it.
"Squeeze
when you can."
Shit.
He just... nobody has felt *this* good inside me. I gasp as the head of his
cock hits that wonderful spot inside me, and my walls convulse around him,
making it feel so much *better*. And I'm panting as I clamp down my walls down
around him, trying to make him whimper like me.
Yeah,
like that.
I
move my hips a little, using his cock to tease that spot repeatedly.
"God...." He chuckles and I snort. "No
not--y-aaah--shityes..." I take that back, I'll call him God or anything
else, as long as he never stops using those wonderful fingers to work my clit.
I
take him deeper, moaning as the length of his cock slides along that ...
that... whatever the fuck it is. I finally have him completely inside me. And I
don't know if I can move. He just feels so good ... right... there.
"Wanna
show me those other four areas?" I ask with a smile, as I lean back
against him. I gasp as he thrusts up, even deeper. Shit, how deep could he go?
I moan as he thrusts up again, almost like he's trying to answer my question.
But I didn't voice it, did I?
"Well,
I don't know," I moan. "You're certainly doing a bang up job on your
own, Pet," I whisper before squeezing her tit really hard.
"Lift
your hips up," I say and she does. Then, I grab her hips and throw then
down onto my cock without warning.
"AAAAH!"
I shriek, my walls spasming around him. "Fuck... " And that does it.
I need to come, now.
I
start moving, as fast as I can, grabbing the ledge of the tub for support,
lifting up and then dropping down again, letting him impale me as hard as I
can. Shit that's good. "FUCKSPIKE" I moan when he starts pinching and
twisting my clit. "Yesss..."
I
squeeze him as hard as I can each time I come down on him, and it doesn't take
long before I start to tremble. I move one hand down to join with his and I
push one of his fingers inside me, along with one of my own.
"SHIIIT!" I scream as I climax, feeling my juices flood him as my
muscles clamp down around his cock and our fingers.
"CORDELIA!"
I scream as my cum goes shooting inside her. FUCK! I can feel her fluttering
around me and it's really the best fuckin' thing in the world!
Damn- her
hips keep pumping me, fast, and I thrust up to meet those glorious hips of hers
because her quim is just *too* good to miss.
"That's
it, Pet. Ride me fast. Fuck yourself on my cock and let me hear you
scream."
God...
I'm gonna ... come... agai-- "Fingers--inside" I hope he can
understand me. It just feels so good when he stretches me open, and I want to
know how much he *can*. I keep moving, squeezing him... "PLEASE!"
I smile
and thrust three fingers inside her alongside my soaked cock. Take that!
"SPIKE!"
I scream and shit and I squeeze him as hard as I can this time, with my thighs
and my inner muscles and "FUCKOHGODYES!" Shit. That's three.
OHyeah-
just. like. that. Fuck.
She's
horny tonight.
Good.
'Cause
I'm always up for a go at it.
She's
still convulsing around my cock and I keep toying with her clit- just to keep her
aroused. I'll keep her this way all night long if I play my cards right.
"Perhaps
we'll move to the bed where you can *really* ride me? I'd love to see your tits
flapping around."
Yes- I am
the king of romantic talk.
He's
talking but I can't make out words. I can only hear the pounding of my heart as
I ride out my third orgasm in ... what, a minute? Damn.
I
slump back against him, trying to catch my breath. His cock and his fingers are
still inside me but I'm not complaining. "The water's getting cold."
I feel like pointing out.
I laugh,
"Apparently I spoke before you were finished filling the tub with
cum."
I kiss
her shoulders and back a bit more before saying, "Keep me tight inside,
but spin around so you can straddle my hips."
Shit.
Only because I was a cheerleader for six years and I *am* this flexible. I moan
as he rubs me in all the right places when I turn around.
Ohshiiiiit.
"Good-
so good. I think if you keep feelin' like this- neither one of us will need
anyone else."
I pull her
legs around my thighs and hold them tight as I jump up out of the water (thank
you, Angelus for making me your bitch over a century ago.)
"Now,
keep me in you," I tell her. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls
my head into her bosom and a lucky vamp am I. I latch onto the small scar I
left and start sucking violently as I carry her into the bedroom.
I
moan as he licks and bites and sucks on my nipple. And shit, his cock shifts
inside me as he walks and sends little lightning bolts of pleasure down my
spine.
I
shiver a little at the chill in the air but he'll just think it's how he
affects me. And that's fine. I'm not interested in him fussing over me, other
than to make me come again.
And
again, and again...
We make
it to the bed and I put her down first, still inside her. I know I keep
thinking it- but she *does* feel *amazing*.
"Cordelia,"
I whisper, "*No* woman has *ever* felt as good as you do. No woman has
ever made my cock feel *so* alive and perfect inside. No woman ever made *me* feel
so alive."
I pull
the covers up over us because she's cold.
And then,
I slither down her body under the covers. She's able to pull them up to her
neck as my cock slips from her sopped channel
I
can't help whimpering when he leaves me, and I squeeze him trying to get him
not to. Shit. "What are you..." Shut up. You *know* what he's going
to do. At least you've got a pretty good idea.
I
spread my thighs apart, inviting him to take whatever he wants of me.
It's dark
under the covers and I can feel her body already starting to warm the space.
HOLY
SHIT- that feels good.
I don't
think we've done the snuggle thing yet. I wonder if she's into it. Angelus
always said I was a ponce, placed in the wrong body, because only women
snuggle. But I like it.
I slide
my tongue around her slippery insides, tasting what I can and letting the rest
dribble down my chin or smearing it on her thighs.
I push
her thighs apart and lift her hips a bit so I can slide my tongue over her
*other* place.
I
moan as he licks at my sex, just making me *wetter*. I slide my fingers through
his hair and it's weird not being able to see--
I
gasp when I feel his tongue somewhere completely unexpected. He's persistent,
I'll give him that. And it's not that I'm adamantly *against* letting him fuck
me that way. I don't know *why* I'm not, except that he's shown me a lot of
different things and nothing that I haven't completely enjoyed.
He
isn't *annoyingly* persistent either, which is good. He lays his face against
my thigh, as his fingers of one hand slide inside my sex, rubbing my spot. I
feel his other fingers slide underneath me, to just circle my other entrance.
And not pushy is really good. Because I just haven't-- "Spike ... I ...
I've never..."
"Shhh,"
I whisper against her thigh before placing a soft kiss on her sex. "I'll
take good care of you, Cord," I tell her as I thrust two fingers inside
her and make sure to rub her g-spot. She loves that, which doesn't shock me.
What *does* shock me is that no one ever took the time to find what *she*
likes.
I slip my
other two fingers inside her sopping (and getting soppier) little quim to make
sure they're good and wet. I just paint the outside of her puckered little
hole- gently, teasingly.
"We'll
go slow," I tell her. "And if you don't like it, we'll stop."
And *that* is more than I've ever done for a woman. She'd better appreciate it,
because I *never* just *stop*.
What *is*
it about her that has me talking about my feelings, and offering to *stop*
shagging if she doesn't like it? Hell, you'd almost think I was in-
I tug
on his hair gently, because I want to see his face. Not that I don't believe
him, already, but I want to be sure I'm not insane. Well, no, that's not it. I
*am* insane. I lost my mind the second I let him kiss--
"Hi,"
I say with a grin when he pops his head up from under the sheets to look at me.
He looks so cu-- No. He'd probably tell me himself, he's *not* cute. But he
*is* with his hair all messed up like that. Angelus may have been a psychopath
but I would have to say I understand why he'd want to make William live
forever. If it had anything to do with "God!" how talented his
fingers are ...
You
know, on second thought I maybe should be grateful to Angelus for teaching
Spike a few things. Oh no, it's official. I really *am* insane.
The way
she says 'hi' is really adorable. I mean- sexy. Sexy. She's sexy.
I grin
and bite the nipple closest my mouth.
I reach
inside her with my fingers to get more liquid to coat them. I love how- juicy
she is, because there's no other word for it. When she gets wet, she gets
*wet*.
"'Alo,
Luv," I say, thickening my accent a bit.
"Oh..."
That's really all I can say, because wow, total turn-on. And yes, technically
Spike in general is a total turn-on. And I doubt I'm the first woman - or
human, really - okay, first *anything* - to feel that way.
I
gasp when he pushes a finger inside my other entrance, just a little. He pulls
it out again, just as quickly and he's really *way* too patient for a demon.
Not complaining, just observing. "Are you always this patient with your...
lovers?"
And
the second it's out of my mouth I wish I'd learn when to shut up. Probably not
something he wants to discuss. He just wants to fuck. Hell, *I* just want to
fuck. But no, I have this crazy need to talk, instead.
Hi,
my name's Cordelia. I'm a mood-killer.
I
continue laving her tits while I work slowly on getting her used to having
something sexual happening elsewhere, other than her quim.
"Patient?"
I ask. "Dunno. I guess. There's really only two ways to shag, so-"
She *is*
beautiful as she starts to arch a bit off the bed, into my mouth, into my
hands.
Okay
good, he didn't get mad at my inability to shut my mouth. His fingers keep
teasing both entrances, but he's still basically waiting. And that's good,
because I'm still basically contemplating whether or not it's something I can
give him.
And I
do appreciate him saying he'd go slow and not push me too fast. And I have to
admit I've heard the 'if you hate it, we'll stop' before. And the guys didn't
always mean it. Which is why I learned fast how to inflict major pain on really
tender guy parts.
But
when Spike says it, I believe him. Yeah, I know. Another sign of insanity. But
he really has been so different from my other boy-- No. No boyfriend here.
Just... whatever. The point is, he's really giving. Most guys are all take, and
you'd *think* demons would *really* be that way.
If
you were talking about Spike, you'd be wrong, though. How many orgasms have I
had in the past twenty-four hours? More than I can count.
"SHIT!"
I moan when he bites down on my nipple. He looks up at me and I say, "I'm
paying attention, trust me. A girl can't exactly ignore what you're....
dooooing...."
Yeah... I *know* she's paying
attention. I demand it.
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