A Prayer For The Goddess

Title: A Prayer For The Goddess
Author: Toga
Disclaimer: Joss owns the Buffyverse, just visiting.
Distribution: ask the author
Rating: NC-17 PWP
Timeline: Somewhere in Spike’s History
Dedication: This is my answer to the challenge issued by JetGirl. I had to use a collar, the “penny” trick and the word “guttersnipe.”
Summary: Spike is forced to pray to his goddess.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Author's notes: I'm pretty thick-skinned. Honesty in feedback is craved and appreciated.

The king of cups is very cross. Tree branch hands pinch his fleshy, naked hips as he watches me. Giggle at his neck, tense beneath the hard leather wrapped and locked. Burnburnburn right through me…fire inside as out. Makes me want to dig those fiery sockets - suck the marrow between my teeth….not my king, not my darling. Pull his chain, I will. Grab that chain to the heavens and pull him close. Call the goddess….call her Drusilla.

I tell him to pray-he must pray. Every day, must pray. No, no, no…no begging. Three days bound isn’t penance…third day God made the sea…salty, salty sea. On the third day, I’ll make the king come…long, hard….yes he is…bouncing…pointing….begging….so strong his body. Cold stone against my finger tips, but the fire…the blistering….he wants to burn me. Pleading blue eyes drown me…salty sea…soft lips beckon. His hair, so wild, so free - not free. His hands touch, urge his release through my flesh--

No! Must pray to the goddess! Pray! Lolly for prayer…coins for the goddess…alms for her poor. Slip the pennies between the kissing finger points-no kissing before the alter…even for the king.

Pet, pet, pet…dirty hands at dirty work. His words are gone … floating out the stained glass windows. His visage captures me…burning eye gone, rolled away; ripple of moan moves across his cheek. Appease your goddess…hold your donations until the end of the service.

One pinch, two pinch, three pinch, four….blue and black swirls the marble meat. *Gasp* No chingching of copper; pleased. Farther now…so much farther than before. Shall I get the matches? Holy water? How the king should suffer for his people…his flock…the wolf ate the grandmother and the little girl in red…big teeth and big eyes…claw and fang…the blood - bright and red. Mmmmmmm…..cry for me…cry for your goddess and she will lick you...clean his scepter. Hard rod of granite…his plum against the back of my throat muffling my cry - he makes a joyous noise for me…praying, always praying. Serpent tongue tangles around the rod…pumping in and out of the well. Deep the bucket goes, down, down, down….splash!

Baptism of sea foam….salty and sweet and everything ever wanted. More than blood, this eulogy brings me the heavens…gives me the crown…mineminemineminemine…all mine.

Cup my hand for the contribution…onetwothreefourfivecoin drop. Go in peace, to love and serve…the goddess gives her blessing with a key. Just a little tease…slip in and out like you….will it turn? Will it burn?

Clunk. He calls me a name….he calls me his guttersnipe. Now it is I who will pay…