What Dies Inside Us: Chapter Five
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Multiple
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, het, blood, non-con, angst, Daddy!kink, BD/SM, and outrageous accents
A/N: Written in response to the Round Sixfangfetish Make Us Faint Challenge.This story takes place in an AU Season 1 of BtVS.The title is derived from the Norman Cousins quote, "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live".
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, het, blood, non-con, angst, Daddy!kink, BD/SM, and outrageous accents
A/N: Written in response to the Round Six
fangfetish Make Us Faint Challenge.This story takes place in an AU Season 1 of BtVS.The title is derived from the Norman Cousins quote, "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live". Spike drifted in and out, floating on a post-shag wave of bliss. It had been two days since his little man had woken up. A lovely two days, sharing blood and cum with his own Childe. Now he understood why Angelus attacked his neck on such a regular basis. Sire blood and Childe blood, both of’em bloody marvelous. Spike couldn’t figure out which he preferred and thought that maybe one day soon, he’d have himself a taste test to find out. As he thought about it, Spike let his mind wander over his little man’s first night.
He’d bounced into the room, body tingling from the delicious mixture of cum and blood and sweet Willow juice. His little session with Angelus and their new baby girl had only whet his appetite. Now he had a Childe, and what a darling little thing he was too. His little man, all firm and whippet lean, just waiting for a good buggering. Course, the poor little boy didn’t know that yet. Lucky he had Spike to teach him.
Xander was laid out on the bed, body cold and still. His skin still golden from a mortal life in the sun, he looked like a nummy treat to Spike. No sound, but Spike could feel the pull of the demon inside his Childe. It was waking, and it wanted its maker. Instinctively, Spike curled up around Xander and began purring softly, face ridged and fangs forward. The first few moments were the roughest, and only the Sire could smooth the rough edges of the transition. ‘S why so many fledges never made it past their first night. No sense of fitness in these modern vamps, Spike thought. It’s all bite and plant, with no sticking around afterwards. The demonic equivalent of a one-night stand and it almost always ended in a cloud of dust. Not his little man, though. He’d be strong, a credit to the blood and to his Sire.
A quick intake of breath and bright yellow eyes frantically searching for something familiar and there he was, Spike’s new baby. Spike vibrated his chest, pride and a feeling damned near close to love as he saw his own eyes in this brand new face. He hadn’t wanted a Childe before now. Soddin’ kids were just too much trouble, too much work. Now he got it, why Angelus had made him. To find something beautiful and strong, worth the trouble and work, and to see your own self inside it…Spike drew Xander’s face to his chest. Feeding time, he thought gleefully.
Xander, a little baby vampire, knew exactly what to do, though he had no idea how he knew. But the demon pushed him forward and he sank his fangs around the tight bud of Spike’s nipple, sucking greedily. He moaned when the blood hit his tongue. It was spicy and sweet and tasted right, like comfort and home and love. The blood sang through his body, awakening his dead senses.
Spike groaned low in his throat. Jumpin’ Jesus on a pogo stick! No wonder Angelus was always letting him nurse, if this was how it felt. He’d puzzled over that bit. Angelus would let him suck for hours sometimes, the blood sluggish and thick, and his Sire getting woozy and a bit light in the skull. Now he knew, because even as the blood left his body, the sensation hit him hard in the belly and the cock. Must be affecting the boy as well, because Spike could feel Xander’s hardness poking his thigh. Ah, beautiful! Little man was whimpering now, thrusting himself against Spike.
Xander rocked his pelvis, seeking friction to relieve the painful ache between his thighs. As the blood worked its magic, soothing his demon, the Xander part of the equation began to come awake. There was this freaking bizarre conversation going on in his head, with a new growly voice demanding submission to the man next to him. No, not man, Xander remembered. Demon. Like him now. Demon. And so not willing to take anything from the demon next to him, and no way in hell did he want to submit. But the growly voice got louder, saying submit submit submit Sire Sire Sire and the Xander part wanted a stake and some hot chocolate and possibly a good long nap because what the hell, if he was dead then he should probably be able to work in a good long snooze and…
“Stop,” an amused voice said in his ear. “Can hear you thinking, luv. Bet they could hear you in China.”
Xander ripped himself away from that voice. His face felt wrong and it didn’t. Leaving felt worse, and Xander curled up, trying to stop the pain boring holes inside him. Won’t won’t won’t, he chanted to the growly voice.
Hands and the pain eased. Xander sighed in relief, moving closer. The closer he got, the better he felt. When the body next to him slid on top of him, Xander smiled. Pain gone and growly voice quiet, leaving behind a sense of peace and contentment.
“Y’see, little man? I know what you’re feelin’. Been there myself once. Head spinnin’ and body achin’. Death’ll do funny things to you, pet,’ Spike crooned, tongue tracing Xander’s ridges. It would be a few hours until the boy could gain control of the demon and put it away. Until then, Spike was perfectly happy to look at his boy’s true face, enjoying its beauty.
“Why…why do I feel like this? I hate you, but I can’t hurt you or even move away from you. And can I put a stress on the hating part of that,” Xander murmured, voice small and lost.
“’S the demon, little man. You’re my get and it knows. Wants to be with me,” Spike explained. “Needs my blood, my touch, to keep it happy. Well, for now, “he amended. “Soon enough, it’ll be pushing you for other things.” Spike ground his pelvis, and Xander arched, growling.
“Yeah, sweet boy, that’s the way. Another thing you need now, a good fuck. There’s three ways to keep the demon quiet. Feeding, fighting and fucking. Best is all three at once,” Spike answered dreamily. “Can keep you happy for days, that can.”
“Is that…the voice, it keeps telling me to…”Xander trailed off. This was possibly the weirdest conversation he’d ever been in, and that was saying something. Naked, erect, and trapped underneath a demon whose touch he craved talking about voices in his head. And the winner of the Sanity Fair award is…not me, he concluded.
“Told you, luv, I’m your Sire. I made you and it’s like…bloody hell! Think of it this way, little man. That voice inside you, it’s a baby, right? All the stuff it’s telling you is just its way of trying make sure I don’t leave. Like babies cry for their mums, yeah? Well, to your demon, I’m dear old dad,” Spike said, voice soft and patient. He hadn’t been lying to Xander. He remembered his own first night all too well. Angelus had been sweet to him, patient and kind, explaining all his new cravings, reassuring and comforting him. He wouldn’t do any less for his new Childe.
“Does that mean I have to call you Daddy?” Xander asked, voice thick with glee.
“Nah,” Spike laughed. ”That’s Angelus’ fetish, not mine. Can call me Sire or Spike, as you choose, luv. “
“Sire,” Xander said, trying the word out for size. He wriggled as the voice inside him got a little softer. “Sire.”
“Yeah, little man. And if you care to keep moving like that, I won’t object,” Spike replied hoarsely. His cock throbbed and he wanted desperately to sink inside the boy’s body. Wanted to impale that lovely flesh on his prick and his fangs, sink all the way in and stay there.
“Wanna submit, Sire. Wanna feel good,”Xander moaned, the sensations in his dick muddling his mind. The Xander-part gasped a little, but didn’t scream in horror. He stopped for a minute to listen to the Xander-part, and recognized that it was his bluntness that caused the gasp and not the idea of submitting. Ah yeah, the leftover need to maintain his cool. Huh, guess that must be a living thing, because it was fading fast. Didn’t care about cool, cared about Sire and submitting and sensation, the growly voice shared. As Sire reached down and began stroke their cocks with his hand, the Xander-part saw the wisdom in the growly-voice’s words. Sire, submit, sensation sounded pretty okay to the Xander-part if it got them this.
Spike beamed, pleased at the progress his boy was making. He began to strip their cocks faster, wanting to taste his boy’s cum. Xander squirmed, begging him to stop. Spike looked down, bewildered.
“Why’re you asking me to stop, little man? Seems like you’re enjoying it fine,” Spike sighed, slightly annoyed. He’d been on the cusp of cumming and now his control shimmered, a fine wisp on the edge of his sight.
“Don’t wanna cum yet,”Xander panted. “Want this to last.”
“Oh, little luv,” Spike sighed. “One of the good things about being a vamp, yeah? You can go all. Night. Long.” He emphasized his words with harsh pulls on two hard pricks and Xander screamed as cum shot out of him in thick ropey spurts. Spike followed him, catching his own release in his hand and bringing it up to Xander’s mouth.
Xander slurped up the offered spunk, purring happily as Spike began to massage the last little bits into his boy’s body. Bite, spunk, and blood, Spike thought happily. Yeah, anybody with any brains in their head would know who this bit of baggage belonged to now.
Spike moved down to the viscous puddle on Xander’s belly, inhaling the scent of his Childe’s cum. Smelt wonderful, and when he dipped his tongue into it, he had to bite back a moan at how it sparkled on his tongue. Snap, crackle, and pop, it slid down his throat and he gave up on patience.
“Turn over, little man. Gonna show you exactly how you submit to your Sire,” Spike ordered.
Xander flipped over on his knees, the Xander-part soft and far away now. Growly-voice had his way, he guessed. But it was okay, because growly-voice seemed to be doing some kind of snuggling thing with the Xander-part, because the Xander-part was getting strong again and it was agreeing with growly-voice. This was okay, they said. This was good. This was Sire, submit, sensation.
Spike reached for the tube of slick he’d placed by the bed. Angelus might like to ride in on a trail of blood, but Spike wanted this boy to be strong, not scared. Wanted a sweet boy by his side, not a cowering wreck. So, slick and some nice prep for this baby. He worked one lubed finger past the tight muscles of that enticing pink hole. Yeah, all his. He was the boy’s first and he growled inside, mineminemine. Two fingers now, scissoring and stretching, working up and Xander jumped. Found it, Spike smirked.
Holy ass fuck, Batman! What the hell was that and could he have it every second for the rest of his death, Xander wondered. Spike was hitting some spot inside him that made his dick sit up and beg, and Xander couldn’t stop the begging and he didn’t want to.
“Sire, please, more, Sire, need it, Sire, fuck me, now, more, Sire,” Xander babbled and he didn’t know what he was begging for, but if it made him see pretty sparklies like that, he was okay with whatever it was.
“You ready, little man? Ready for a nice hard coring,” Spike asked as he lined up his cock and pushed in slowly.
It burned, but the burn was good. Growly-voice liked the burn and the Xander-part liked the burn and his dick really liked the burn. He was being filled, the empty places melting away and he hadn’t known it but there was a Spike-shaped spot lurking inside him. When he felt the rasp of hair on his ass, Xander sighed because the Spike-shaped spot had been claimed. He heard the click inside his head, all the pieces came together and he was whole.
Sweet, and hot, and tight and Spike couldn’t hold back any longer. Balls deep inside Xander and his control snapped. He began thrusting viciously, snapping his hips to hit Xander’s prostate, but otherwise affording his Childe no mercy. Didn’t appear to matter, as the boy was pushing back, driving Spike in deeper. Once again, he understood Angelus just a little bit better. Nothing more wonderful than seeing your Childe writhing on your cock and moaning like a whore.
“Oh yeah, little man, gimme a good ride. Want to smell my spunk on you forever, fill you up till you overflow with it,” Spike ground out, “Mine now, my sweet little slut, my little bitch, fuck me, yeah like that…tell me, little man, tell me…who does this sweet little ass belong to?”
“Sire,” Xander screamed, “Sire!”
“That’s right, pet. All mine…bugger you senseless…make you cum on my cock…want to cum, little whore? Beg me, baby….”
“Wanna cum, Sire…please,” Xander begged. “Baby needs to cum, please Daddy please!”
Spike shot at those words, jetting cool jizz deep in Xander’s ass. When the liquid flooded into Xander, the boy lost it too, shaking and screaming as he came onto the sheets. Spike collapsed on top of Xander, his lithe body covering the quivering boy.
“Huh,” he grunted as he rolled over, pulling the boy in close for a nice cuddle.
“What, “Xander asked sleepily.
“Guess I have a Daddy kink, too,” Spike answered quizzically.
Spike shook himself out of his memories as his cock stirred to life again. Xander’s mouth suckled it softly and Spike smiled. The boy had taken to his cock like a champion, and demanded to be allowed to sleep with it in his mouth. Not that Spike objected to day long blow jobs, and he often woke to a mind-blowing orgasm, his cock spilling down Xander’s throat. It was just so…cute, Xander using his cock as a dummy. Looks like the boy had taken that baby speech to heart.
“Ah Will, the boy’s a picture. Looks wonderful, with those pretty lips around yer cock like that, “Angelus said, walking into the room, Willow wrapped around him and bouncing on his cock.
He sat down on a chair opposite the bed, and turned the girl around. Spike licked his lips at the sight, her sweet little quim still spread open and slick, stretched around his Sire’s massive cock. Her eyes were blank, and Spike knew it would only be a few more days until they had yet another new Childe. The smells were intoxicating, and Spike’s cock stiffened a little more inside Xander’s mouth. Little Willow smelled well used, reeking of blood and cum and her own fragrant arousal. Spike began to thrust his hips upward, pushing more of his cock into Xander’s mouth.
“Thought we’d come and see how ye were getting’ on with yer new baby,” Angelus smiled softly. “Willow wants to watch ye give the boy a good rogering, don’t ye, baby girl?” His fingers played casually with her stiff nipples and she nodded mechanically, hips rocking on the fat cock inside her.
“Goin’ to give yer Daddy a good show, Will,” Angelus asked. “I’d love to see me own sweet slut in action.”
Spike shook as his orgasm roared through his body, and his own sweet slut began suck more enthusiastically, drinking down the cool seed. Licking his lips, Xander sat up, rubbing his eyes.
“Willow,” he said, voice sleep rough and sexy.
He’d bounced into the room, body tingling from the delicious mixture of cum and blood and sweet Willow juice. His little session with Angelus and their new baby girl had only whet his appetite. Now he had a Childe, and what a darling little thing he was too. His little man, all firm and whippet lean, just waiting for a good buggering. Course, the poor little boy didn’t know that yet. Lucky he had Spike to teach him.
Xander was laid out on the bed, body cold and still. His skin still golden from a mortal life in the sun, he looked like a nummy treat to Spike. No sound, but Spike could feel the pull of the demon inside his Childe. It was waking, and it wanted its maker. Instinctively, Spike curled up around Xander and began purring softly, face ridged and fangs forward. The first few moments were the roughest, and only the Sire could smooth the rough edges of the transition. ‘S why so many fledges never made it past their first night. No sense of fitness in these modern vamps, Spike thought. It’s all bite and plant, with no sticking around afterwards. The demonic equivalent of a one-night stand and it almost always ended in a cloud of dust. Not his little man, though. He’d be strong, a credit to the blood and to his Sire.
A quick intake of breath and bright yellow eyes frantically searching for something familiar and there he was, Spike’s new baby. Spike vibrated his chest, pride and a feeling damned near close to love as he saw his own eyes in this brand new face. He hadn’t wanted a Childe before now. Soddin’ kids were just too much trouble, too much work. Now he got it, why Angelus had made him. To find something beautiful and strong, worth the trouble and work, and to see your own self inside it…Spike drew Xander’s face to his chest. Feeding time, he thought gleefully.
Xander, a little baby vampire, knew exactly what to do, though he had no idea how he knew. But the demon pushed him forward and he sank his fangs around the tight bud of Spike’s nipple, sucking greedily. He moaned when the blood hit his tongue. It was spicy and sweet and tasted right, like comfort and home and love. The blood sang through his body, awakening his dead senses.
Spike groaned low in his throat. Jumpin’ Jesus on a pogo stick! No wonder Angelus was always letting him nurse, if this was how it felt. He’d puzzled over that bit. Angelus would let him suck for hours sometimes, the blood sluggish and thick, and his Sire getting woozy and a bit light in the skull. Now he knew, because even as the blood left his body, the sensation hit him hard in the belly and the cock. Must be affecting the boy as well, because Spike could feel Xander’s hardness poking his thigh. Ah, beautiful! Little man was whimpering now, thrusting himself against Spike.
Xander rocked his pelvis, seeking friction to relieve the painful ache between his thighs. As the blood worked its magic, soothing his demon, the Xander part of the equation began to come awake. There was this freaking bizarre conversation going on in his head, with a new growly voice demanding submission to the man next to him. No, not man, Xander remembered. Demon. Like him now. Demon. And so not willing to take anything from the demon next to him, and no way in hell did he want to submit. But the growly voice got louder, saying submit submit submit Sire Sire Sire and the Xander part wanted a stake and some hot chocolate and possibly a good long nap because what the hell, if he was dead then he should probably be able to work in a good long snooze and…
“Stop,” an amused voice said in his ear. “Can hear you thinking, luv. Bet they could hear you in China.”
Xander ripped himself away from that voice. His face felt wrong and it didn’t. Leaving felt worse, and Xander curled up, trying to stop the pain boring holes inside him. Won’t won’t won’t, he chanted to the growly voice.
Hands and the pain eased. Xander sighed in relief, moving closer. The closer he got, the better he felt. When the body next to him slid on top of him, Xander smiled. Pain gone and growly voice quiet, leaving behind a sense of peace and contentment.
“Y’see, little man? I know what you’re feelin’. Been there myself once. Head spinnin’ and body achin’. Death’ll do funny things to you, pet,’ Spike crooned, tongue tracing Xander’s ridges. It would be a few hours until the boy could gain control of the demon and put it away. Until then, Spike was perfectly happy to look at his boy’s true face, enjoying its beauty.
“Why…why do I feel like this? I hate you, but I can’t hurt you or even move away from you. And can I put a stress on the hating part of that,” Xander murmured, voice small and lost.
“’S the demon, little man. You’re my get and it knows. Wants to be with me,” Spike explained. “Needs my blood, my touch, to keep it happy. Well, for now, “he amended. “Soon enough, it’ll be pushing you for other things.” Spike ground his pelvis, and Xander arched, growling.
“Yeah, sweet boy, that’s the way. Another thing you need now, a good fuck. There’s three ways to keep the demon quiet. Feeding, fighting and fucking. Best is all three at once,” Spike answered dreamily. “Can keep you happy for days, that can.”
“Is that…the voice, it keeps telling me to…”Xander trailed off. This was possibly the weirdest conversation he’d ever been in, and that was saying something. Naked, erect, and trapped underneath a demon whose touch he craved talking about voices in his head. And the winner of the Sanity Fair award is…not me, he concluded.
“Told you, luv, I’m your Sire. I made you and it’s like…bloody hell! Think of it this way, little man. That voice inside you, it’s a baby, right? All the stuff it’s telling you is just its way of trying make sure I don’t leave. Like babies cry for their mums, yeah? Well, to your demon, I’m dear old dad,” Spike said, voice soft and patient. He hadn’t been lying to Xander. He remembered his own first night all too well. Angelus had been sweet to him, patient and kind, explaining all his new cravings, reassuring and comforting him. He wouldn’t do any less for his new Childe.
“Does that mean I have to call you Daddy?” Xander asked, voice thick with glee.
“Nah,” Spike laughed. ”That’s Angelus’ fetish, not mine. Can call me Sire or Spike, as you choose, luv. “
“Sire,” Xander said, trying the word out for size. He wriggled as the voice inside him got a little softer. “Sire.”
“Yeah, little man. And if you care to keep moving like that, I won’t object,” Spike replied hoarsely. His cock throbbed and he wanted desperately to sink inside the boy’s body. Wanted to impale that lovely flesh on his prick and his fangs, sink all the way in and stay there.
“Wanna submit, Sire. Wanna feel good,”Xander moaned, the sensations in his dick muddling his mind. The Xander-part gasped a little, but didn’t scream in horror. He stopped for a minute to listen to the Xander-part, and recognized that it was his bluntness that caused the gasp and not the idea of submitting. Ah yeah, the leftover need to maintain his cool. Huh, guess that must be a living thing, because it was fading fast. Didn’t care about cool, cared about Sire and submitting and sensation, the growly voice shared. As Sire reached down and began stroke their cocks with his hand, the Xander-part saw the wisdom in the growly-voice’s words. Sire, submit, sensation sounded pretty okay to the Xander-part if it got them this.
Spike beamed, pleased at the progress his boy was making. He began to strip their cocks faster, wanting to taste his boy’s cum. Xander squirmed, begging him to stop. Spike looked down, bewildered.
“Why’re you asking me to stop, little man? Seems like you’re enjoying it fine,” Spike sighed, slightly annoyed. He’d been on the cusp of cumming and now his control shimmered, a fine wisp on the edge of his sight.
“Don’t wanna cum yet,”Xander panted. “Want this to last.”
“Oh, little luv,” Spike sighed. “One of the good things about being a vamp, yeah? You can go all. Night. Long.” He emphasized his words with harsh pulls on two hard pricks and Xander screamed as cum shot out of him in thick ropey spurts. Spike followed him, catching his own release in his hand and bringing it up to Xander’s mouth.
Xander slurped up the offered spunk, purring happily as Spike began to massage the last little bits into his boy’s body. Bite, spunk, and blood, Spike thought happily. Yeah, anybody with any brains in their head would know who this bit of baggage belonged to now.
Spike moved down to the viscous puddle on Xander’s belly, inhaling the scent of his Childe’s cum. Smelt wonderful, and when he dipped his tongue into it, he had to bite back a moan at how it sparkled on his tongue. Snap, crackle, and pop, it slid down his throat and he gave up on patience.
“Turn over, little man. Gonna show you exactly how you submit to your Sire,” Spike ordered.
Xander flipped over on his knees, the Xander-part soft and far away now. Growly-voice had his way, he guessed. But it was okay, because growly-voice seemed to be doing some kind of snuggling thing with the Xander-part, because the Xander-part was getting strong again and it was agreeing with growly-voice. This was okay, they said. This was good. This was Sire, submit, sensation.
Spike reached for the tube of slick he’d placed by the bed. Angelus might like to ride in on a trail of blood, but Spike wanted this boy to be strong, not scared. Wanted a sweet boy by his side, not a cowering wreck. So, slick and some nice prep for this baby. He worked one lubed finger past the tight muscles of that enticing pink hole. Yeah, all his. He was the boy’s first and he growled inside, mineminemine. Two fingers now, scissoring and stretching, working up and Xander jumped. Found it, Spike smirked.
Holy ass fuck, Batman! What the hell was that and could he have it every second for the rest of his death, Xander wondered. Spike was hitting some spot inside him that made his dick sit up and beg, and Xander couldn’t stop the begging and he didn’t want to.
“Sire, please, more, Sire, need it, Sire, fuck me, now, more, Sire,” Xander babbled and he didn’t know what he was begging for, but if it made him see pretty sparklies like that, he was okay with whatever it was.
“You ready, little man? Ready for a nice hard coring,” Spike asked as he lined up his cock and pushed in slowly.
It burned, but the burn was good. Growly-voice liked the burn and the Xander-part liked the burn and his dick really liked the burn. He was being filled, the empty places melting away and he hadn’t known it but there was a Spike-shaped spot lurking inside him. When he felt the rasp of hair on his ass, Xander sighed because the Spike-shaped spot had been claimed. He heard the click inside his head, all the pieces came together and he was whole.
Sweet, and hot, and tight and Spike couldn’t hold back any longer. Balls deep inside Xander and his control snapped. He began thrusting viciously, snapping his hips to hit Xander’s prostate, but otherwise affording his Childe no mercy. Didn’t appear to matter, as the boy was pushing back, driving Spike in deeper. Once again, he understood Angelus just a little bit better. Nothing more wonderful than seeing your Childe writhing on your cock and moaning like a whore.
“Oh yeah, little man, gimme a good ride. Want to smell my spunk on you forever, fill you up till you overflow with it,” Spike ground out, “Mine now, my sweet little slut, my little bitch, fuck me, yeah like that…tell me, little man, tell me…who does this sweet little ass belong to?”
“Sire,” Xander screamed, “Sire!”
“That’s right, pet. All mine…bugger you senseless…make you cum on my cock…want to cum, little whore? Beg me, baby….”
“Wanna cum, Sire…please,” Xander begged. “Baby needs to cum, please Daddy please!”
Spike shot at those words, jetting cool jizz deep in Xander’s ass. When the liquid flooded into Xander, the boy lost it too, shaking and screaming as he came onto the sheets. Spike collapsed on top of Xander, his lithe body covering the quivering boy.
“Huh,” he grunted as he rolled over, pulling the boy in close for a nice cuddle.
“What, “Xander asked sleepily.
“Guess I have a Daddy kink, too,” Spike answered quizzically.
Spike shook himself out of his memories as his cock stirred to life again. Xander’s mouth suckled it softly and Spike smiled. The boy had taken to his cock like a champion, and demanded to be allowed to sleep with it in his mouth. Not that Spike objected to day long blow jobs, and he often woke to a mind-blowing orgasm, his cock spilling down Xander’s throat. It was just so…cute, Xander using his cock as a dummy. Looks like the boy had taken that baby speech to heart.
“Ah Will, the boy’s a picture. Looks wonderful, with those pretty lips around yer cock like that, “Angelus said, walking into the room, Willow wrapped around him and bouncing on his cock.
He sat down on a chair opposite the bed, and turned the girl around. Spike licked his lips at the sight, her sweet little quim still spread open and slick, stretched around his Sire’s massive cock. Her eyes were blank, and Spike knew it would only be a few more days until they had yet another new Childe. The smells were intoxicating, and Spike’s cock stiffened a little more inside Xander’s mouth. Little Willow smelled well used, reeking of blood and cum and her own fragrant arousal. Spike began to thrust his hips upward, pushing more of his cock into Xander’s mouth.
“Thought we’d come and see how ye were getting’ on with yer new baby,” Angelus smiled softly. “Willow wants to watch ye give the boy a good rogering, don’t ye, baby girl?” His fingers played casually with her stiff nipples and she nodded mechanically, hips rocking on the fat cock inside her.
“Goin’ to give yer Daddy a good show, Will,” Angelus asked. “I’d love to see me own sweet slut in action.”
Spike shook as his orgasm roared through his body, and his own sweet slut began suck more enthusiastically, drinking down the cool seed. Licking his lips, Xander sat up, rubbing his eyes.
“Willow,” he said, voice sleep rough and sexy.
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