Sin Again (1/1)
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Spike/Dawn/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike’s got all his duckies lined up just so this time and he’s not about to let Angel spoil it for him. A story of an evil Spike, a sexually enslaved Dawn AND Xander, plus enough kink to really bring it back.
A/N: A sort-of follow on of my story Trespass Sweetly Urged which is itself a sort-of follow on of Five Flavors of Sunnydale Sin (the bitter drabble). Yeah, it's a circuitous route but the point is I GOT MY KINK BACK. Thanks go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anxiety_junkie for her brave beta work, even in the face of extreme kink.
The knock on the door doesn’t surprise him. He’s been expecting it for months now. If anything, it’s an overdue knock. He doesn’t answer the door. Can’t be bothered. His pets make a prettier picture and the bastard can just kick the door in if he’s so motivated. Won’t do him any good, though. Spike’s got all his duckies lined up just so this time and he’s not about to let Angel spoil it for him.
He turns his attention back to the two bodies writhing on the bed in front of him. Dawn is panting, a soft hitch in the back of her throat that tells him she’s close to coming. He’s not interested in granting her release this early, so he leans forward and slaps away the fingers teasing her juicy cunt. Xander grunts, but he pulls his hand away. He’s well trained; they both are, now.
Spike leans backs, hand sliding down to his open waistband. He strokes his cock, listening thoughtfully as the knocks increase in volume and intensity. Angel’s pounding on his door now; won’t be long until his limited patience runs out and he beats the bloody thing down. Won’t he be surprised at the lovely little show the two kiddies are acting out?
Surprised and probably outraged, as if his Royal Foreheadness hasn't ever harmed a human in his unlife. Spike snorts. What he knows of cruelty, he learnt at the fists and fangs of Angelus. Besides, can he help it if these two prefer life with him?
Probably, he admits to himself. After all, he did kidnap them. A fact that Angel will likely trumpet as if it means something. Point is, they’re Spike’s now, to do with as he pleases.
He jumps from the chair at the end of the bed. The chair flies backwards and the quick, violent jolt sends a shiver through his little playthings. It’s imperceptible, their shiver, just a tiny quake of skin and muscle, but he notices. He likes the little shiver, likes the sweet play of fear and arousal on their faces and in their scents. It’s a small thing, but it heightens his pleasure, soothes the ache that constantly gnaws at his belly.
He peels back his tight jeans, his erection springing free. Crawling up the bed, he leans down to nip and kiss flinching, quivering skin. Dawn shifts to open her thighs, allowing him to peruse her dripping, swollen sex. A long, languorous lick sets her panting again, keeping her balanced on a fine line of overstimulation and pain. He swivels a bit and gives Xander’s cock the treatment, dipping his tongue in the pre-come bubbling at the head.
Xander moans around the nipple in his mouth, lifting his hips to beg mutely for another touch. Spike shakes his head, and Xander subsides, his mouth sucking strongly at Dawn’s breast. Xander loves to suckle. That busy mouth can’t get enough of cock or pussy, but even Spike’s interest has limits. So he set Xander to breastfeeding to keep the boy’s mouth busy.
In the beginning, he had to keep Dawn chained. She rebelled against allowing Xander to use her as a human pacifier, but a month of constant suckling while riding a cock, real or fake, wore her down. She takes to her role happily now, welcoming Xander’s needy mouth.
Spike trails a finger up her thigh, delicately stroking her swollen red lips. That month didn’t just train her to love the feel of Xander’s needy, voracious mouth. It also filled her tiny breasts with milk. It surprised the hell out of Spike, but when he thought about it, he supposed it made a kind of sense.
He slides a finger into her, enjoy the grasp and flutter of her silky walls. She’s incoherent now, a mass of need and frustration. He removes his finger and she wails, a noise he stops with the sharp slap to her sensitive clit.
“Bad girl,” he says. “Xander, switch sides, yeah? Give us some room.”
Xander climbs across her body, latching on to her other breast. Spike listens to Xander’s frantic gulps, Dawn’s desperate moans and the now almost constant pounding on the door. He wants to wait until Angel’s busted in, wants to give a good show. Just like the two little sluts beneath him, he’s been well-trained.
Spike thrusts forward, pushing himself fully inside Dawn in one long smooth glide. The door creaks, the lock groaning and protesting under Angel’s assault. He settles back onto his knees, cock still embedded inside her welcoming warmth. He jerks his hips lazily, finger tracing teasing circles around her swollen nub. His ass tenses and releases in time with his thrusts, and he knows how much Angel enjoys that.
“Spread your legs,” he orders Xander, reaching over to slap the inside of one thigh.
Xander flinches but obeys, his stiff cock and angry red. Spike circles it loosely with his fingers, a slight stroke that sets Xander to quaking. He’s been hard for hours, his nursing both arousing and soothing him. Spike loves to watch his two precious toys play with each other’s bodies, loves to see how tightly wound they can get and how long he can keep them there, begging for release.
Dawn’s not going to last much longer and as much as Spike loves to torment her, he’s going to let her come. She’s so pretty when she does; her body, a mass of convulsive shakes and quivers that tease his own orgasm out. Xander will follow, his thick prick shooting gouts of semen that will splatter everywhere, and give him an excellent reason to put his mouth to other, equally erotic uses.
All they need is for Angel to finally break through the door.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike’s got all his duckies lined up just so this time and he’s not about to let Angel spoil it for him. A story of an evil Spike, a sexually enslaved Dawn AND Xander, plus enough kink to really bring it back.
A/N: A sort-of follow on of my story Trespass Sweetly Urged which is itself a sort-of follow on of Five Flavors of Sunnydale Sin (the bitter drabble). Yeah, it's a circuitous route but the point is I GOT MY KINK BACK. Thanks go to
anxiety_junkie for her brave beta work, even in the face of extreme kink. The knock on the door doesn’t surprise him. He’s been expecting it for months now. If anything, it’s an overdue knock. He doesn’t answer the door. Can’t be bothered. His pets make a prettier picture and the bastard can just kick the door in if he’s so motivated. Won’t do him any good, though. Spike’s got all his duckies lined up just so this time and he’s not about to let Angel spoil it for him.
He turns his attention back to the two bodies writhing on the bed in front of him. Dawn is panting, a soft hitch in the back of her throat that tells him she’s close to coming. He’s not interested in granting her release this early, so he leans forward and slaps away the fingers teasing her juicy cunt. Xander grunts, but he pulls his hand away. He’s well trained; they both are, now.
Spike leans backs, hand sliding down to his open waistband. He strokes his cock, listening thoughtfully as the knocks increase in volume and intensity. Angel’s pounding on his door now; won’t be long until his limited patience runs out and he beats the bloody thing down. Won’t he be surprised at the lovely little show the two kiddies are acting out?
Surprised and probably outraged, as if his Royal Foreheadness hasn't ever harmed a human in his unlife. Spike snorts. What he knows of cruelty, he learnt at the fists and fangs of Angelus. Besides, can he help it if these two prefer life with him?
Probably, he admits to himself. After all, he did kidnap them. A fact that Angel will likely trumpet as if it means something. Point is, they’re Spike’s now, to do with as he pleases.
He jumps from the chair at the end of the bed. The chair flies backwards and the quick, violent jolt sends a shiver through his little playthings. It’s imperceptible, their shiver, just a tiny quake of skin and muscle, but he notices. He likes the little shiver, likes the sweet play of fear and arousal on their faces and in their scents. It’s a small thing, but it heightens his pleasure, soothes the ache that constantly gnaws at his belly.
He peels back his tight jeans, his erection springing free. Crawling up the bed, he leans down to nip and kiss flinching, quivering skin. Dawn shifts to open her thighs, allowing him to peruse her dripping, swollen sex. A long, languorous lick sets her panting again, keeping her balanced on a fine line of overstimulation and pain. He swivels a bit and gives Xander’s cock the treatment, dipping his tongue in the pre-come bubbling at the head.
Xander moans around the nipple in his mouth, lifting his hips to beg mutely for another touch. Spike shakes his head, and Xander subsides, his mouth sucking strongly at Dawn’s breast. Xander loves to suckle. That busy mouth can’t get enough of cock or pussy, but even Spike’s interest has limits. So he set Xander to breastfeeding to keep the boy’s mouth busy.
In the beginning, he had to keep Dawn chained. She rebelled against allowing Xander to use her as a human pacifier, but a month of constant suckling while riding a cock, real or fake, wore her down. She takes to her role happily now, welcoming Xander’s needy mouth.
Spike trails a finger up her thigh, delicately stroking her swollen red lips. That month didn’t just train her to love the feel of Xander’s needy, voracious mouth. It also filled her tiny breasts with milk. It surprised the hell out of Spike, but when he thought about it, he supposed it made a kind of sense.
He slides a finger into her, enjoy the grasp and flutter of her silky walls. She’s incoherent now, a mass of need and frustration. He removes his finger and she wails, a noise he stops with the sharp slap to her sensitive clit.
“Bad girl,” he says. “Xander, switch sides, yeah? Give us some room.”
Xander climbs across her body, latching on to her other breast. Spike listens to Xander’s frantic gulps, Dawn’s desperate moans and the now almost constant pounding on the door. He wants to wait until Angel’s busted in, wants to give a good show. Just like the two little sluts beneath him, he’s been well-trained.
Spike thrusts forward, pushing himself fully inside Dawn in one long smooth glide. The door creaks, the lock groaning and protesting under Angel’s assault. He settles back onto his knees, cock still embedded inside her welcoming warmth. He jerks his hips lazily, finger tracing teasing circles around her swollen nub. His ass tenses and releases in time with his thrusts, and he knows how much Angel enjoys that.
“Spread your legs,” he orders Xander, reaching over to slap the inside of one thigh.
Xander flinches but obeys, his stiff cock and angry red. Spike circles it loosely with his fingers, a slight stroke that sets Xander to quaking. He’s been hard for hours, his nursing both arousing and soothing him. Spike loves to watch his two precious toys play with each other’s bodies, loves to see how tightly wound they can get and how long he can keep them there, begging for release.
Dawn’s not going to last much longer and as much as Spike loves to torment her, he’s going to let her come. She’s so pretty when she does; her body, a mass of convulsive shakes and quivers that tease his own orgasm out. Xander will follow, his thick prick shooting gouts of semen that will splatter everywhere, and give him an excellent reason to put his mouth to other, equally erotic uses.
All they need is for Angel to finally break through the door.
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In the beginning, he had to keep Dawn chained. She rebelled against allowing Xander to use her as a human pacifier, but a month of constant suckling while riding a cock, real or fake, wore her down. She takes to her role happily now, welcoming Xander’s needy mouth.
why doesn't anyone ever think I need to be trained like this? Serious reals, who needs the crap training I get at work about how not to sexually harrass my hot co-workers. This kind of training? Now that's where it's at baby!
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