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Spike shook his head, trying to stop thinking as much about Xander as he was. He could understand the overwhelming desire he felt for the witch, but Xander. . .it still baffled him how much he wanted to suck Xander's cock. . .have his cock sucked by Xander. . .
However, Xander wasn't his focus now. He glanced down, smiling. Willow was laying on the ground, begging to be taken. He leaned over her. "Well, Red? Do you want foreplay, or do you want me to just shag you?"
"No foreplay. Need you, Spike," she babbled, as coherent phrases weren't working at the moment.
"Works for me," he said softly, with a ghost of a smile. He quickly shed his clothes and hovered over Willow, checking her face one last time to make sure she wanted this.
"Now, Spike," she demanded.
Spike shivered at the tone of her voice, decided he liked it when the witch got demanding. He slowly sheathed himself in her warmth, groaning. "Oh, bloody hell, witch. You are. . ." His voice faltered, as he waited for her to adjust. It was only a minute before she thrust against him. He started to fuck her, going slow at first. He wanted this to last as long as it could.
"Oh, god," Xander said quietly, his hand stilling. His wife was laying on the floor, Spike slowly pounding into her. The look on her face was utter ecstasy.
Spike's blue eyes flew to Xander's at his soft mutter, knowing that the boy regretted this. Knowing that he would put a stop to it, and knowing full well that the demon would probably rage and kill her husband for it.
Xander met his eyes, those dark brown orbs wide. "You two are the most beautiful people I think that I've ever seen," he whispered, tears filling his eyes. "I swear. . .I could watch you two together all day long and never tire of it."
Spike blinked, a slow smile covering his lips. "You are next, boy. Don't forget that."
Xander shivered in pleasure, wrapping his hand tighter around his cock. "Don't mind me," he said softly. "Please Willow. I've got myself taken care of now."
Willow moaned softly as Spike started pounding into her yet once again. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "Spike," she whispered.
"Pet," he grunted.
"I've wanted this for so long," she purred. "Wanted to feel you against me, wanted you to pound into me. . ."
He grinned, his demon coming forth. "God, Pet, I've woken up from the most intense dreams of doing that very thing to you." He leaned forward, running his fangs along her breast.
She shuddered. Her body began to tighten as she headed into one of the first orgasms she would have that night. She dug her nails into Spike's shoulders, crying out softly. "Goddess. . ." she purred.
Spike pounded harder, knowing he was about to cum. A growl started deep in his chest, low and dangerous. He closed amber eyes, hoping he could keep himself from completely freaking the redhead out and sinking his fangs in her neck.
"Spike," she whispered, "Spike, stop. . ."
His eyes flew open in shock. "What?" he growled angrily. < I'm about to cum! How can the witch make me bloody stop? >
She grinned mischievously. "You'll enjoy it," she purred. She pushed at his chest.
He hissed angrily, pulling his throbbing length out of her warm tight core. He sat back, breathing with the exertion of his passion. He glanced up, narrowing his eyes as he watched an equally rock hard Xander stand up and stumble towards them, dropping to his knees beside Spike.
Xander kissed Spike briefly on the lips, pushing him back. "Wills has this weird obsession. She always makes me pull out before I've cum because she likes to taste herself on me. I can't figure it out, but she's *really* good with her mouth, so I don't mind. I just roll over and take it." His
lips curled into a grin. "And oddly enough, I find myself wanting to taste her on you also. . ." Xander turned, catching Willow's eyes. The redhead smiled, and the two descended, both warm mouths meeting Spike's throbbing cock at the same time.
Spike's eyes closed and he groaned as two different warm tongues shot out to lick his length. He held back, trying not to explode, wanting to feel the two humans on his dick as long as he possibly could.
Willow looked up, her green eyes meeting the lust filled brown ones of her husband. "I love you," she whispered around Spike's dick.
Xander grinned, moving up the shaft. "I love you," he whispered before closing his eyes and covering Spike's head with his mouth.
Spike gasped and thrust his hips up when the warm orifice covered the weeping head of his dick. He groaned as the mouth opened slightly, enough to let him thrust further. Spike, knowing a good thing when he felt it, dropped his hips then thrust up again, trying desperately to fuck the mouth for all he was worth.
Willow pulled away, sitting up slightly. She reached between Spike's legs and cradled his balls, massaging them as Spike began to thrust into her husband's mouth. Xander had his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation, the feeling of having no control as Spike's hands flew down and gripped his hair tightly, opting to push his face into his crotch.
Spike was wrapped in the sensation, the warm mouth on his dick, the hands on his balls. . .the feeling of a tongue and light scraping of teeth against his aching rod. He needed to cum, needed to explode. He was so enraptured by the sensations running through his body, he didn't realize that whoever had been fondling his balls now had a finger buried in his ass until said finger curled, finding *the* spot.
He howled, filling Xander's mouth with cum. The mortal swallowed as much as he could, not wanting to waste any of his new lover's passion. After Spike's intense orgasm started to fade, Xander sat up, breathing hard, trying to keep himself from grabbing either of his lovers sitting on the floor and fucking the hell out of them.
Xander gasped slightly when Willow pulled him to her, kissing him hard, wanting to taste Spike on her husband's lips. He ran his hands down her body, a couple of fingers slipping into her wet core. He automatically, not necessarily realizing he was doing it, started to thrust into her, brushing his thumb over her clit in quick fleeting strokes.
Spike sat up slightly, resting on his elbows. His two humans were beautiful kissing each other, kneeling in front of each other over his body. They were kissing deep, and Xander had one hand at her neck, holding her close, while the other hand was pounding into her, causing deep moans to tumble out of their kiss. Spike licked his lips. His mind flittered over the way he'd thought he could kill Xander earlier and take the witch, knowing that he could never do that now, that he wanted both of them, for eternity.
He turned away, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. < No. Not going to think about that, about wanting them after tomorrow. This is it. I have this one night, and then they go back to be Mr. and Mrs. Perfect Little America, and I go back to being the broody pissed off vampire for losing the love of my life. I'll just. . .just. . .leave LA. Kill something and leave. Sire doesn't need me. They don't need me. > He growled softly, hating the way his thoughts were going.
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