by MaybeDarkPink
"This isn't what I meant," Tara said desperately on an exhale. Her warm breath brushed against Spike's neck. His hand was splayed against her back, and he could feel her burning through her oversized sweater.
"No, love, what did you mean, then?" Her round, heavy breasts were pushing against him, and the rapid beat of her heart was as loud and insistent as tribal drums. "You said," he paused a beat, dragged his tongue down the buttery column of her neck, making her shiver, "that you needed a man. You needed to have sex with a man for this spell to work. You offered me a deal I couldn't refuse, and here I am. So tell me, what did you mean, Tara? What did you expect, if not this?" Spike ground his hips against hers, so that she could feel his bulging erection through the gauzy folds of her skirt.
"I don't know," she whimpered. "I thought it would be more—" Spike had lifted her sweater, and was running his chilly hands along the soft planes of her stomach. "—more clinical!"
Spike pulled back so that she could get a good look at his sneer. The soft wide bed squeaked beneath them as he moved. "What, like in a god damn government experiment? I've had enough of that, thank you very much! You thought it'd just be penetration, in and out, fucked without a kiss, is that it?"
Tara nodded nervously.
"You thought wrong," Spike growled. He leaned back towards her, captured her lips softly, gently. She was pliant sweetness, she was strawberries and chocolate, and then he was forcing her lips to part, slipping his tongue inside, devouring her. And she was fighting back, it was a war between them with tongues battling instead of swords. When he took pity on her, moved his jaw back so that she could breathe, she stared at him, shell-shocked.
"Raise your arms," he commanded, and she did so obediently. He lifted her cream-colored sweater off of her as if she were a child. "Now take off your skirt."
He could see the doubts in her wide eyes, but she wriggled until she was free of the masses of dark fabric, kicked her skirt to the floor. Tara sat before him in only her underwear, lace and cotton, at once both innocent and seductive.
"God, you're beautiful," Spike said, as he unfastened her bra. "I always loved a curvy woman." Her breasts were full and perfectly shaped, he ran his hands over them, pinched her pert nipples.
"Spike, shouldn't you be getting on with the penetration," she squeaked. Her voice was shaky, pleasure-filled.
"All in good time, love," he said, and then took her left nipple into his mouth with a satisfying pop. She tasted like vanilla, powdered sugar, sweet and dry, too pure to be eaten, to be endured. He needed to make her wet, dissolve her purity into dark molasses. He licked and sucked until she was gasping, and his rough fingers wriggled beneath her panties.
"Oh, goddess," she moaned. "Oh, this is so wrong but oh, oh, yes, just like that—"
His fingers were giving her the penetration she had been demanding, and he thrust into her until the orgasm shook through her body. She still looked sweet, but her hair was mussed and her skin was flushed and sweaty, she was a brownie nibbled, a cookie half-eaten.
"It's not enough," Tara whispered.
Spike smiled. "See, once you've tasted Spike you'll never get enough."
"No, I mean it's not enough for the spell. I need your—" He could see her struggling with the word. "I need your penis inside of me."
"No problem there." Spike unzipped his jeans, tugged them off with a yelp, as his erect red cock was freed. Tara stared at it as if it were an alien from Mars.
"So big," she murmured.
"Thanks," Spike replied happily, then he realized that she was probably worried. She had never been with a man before. "It won't feel that big once it's inside of you. Or rather, it'll feel big, but it'll feel good. Like it fits, you know?"
"No, I don't know," Tara snapped. But then she swallowed, looked at him with her round, trusting eyes. "I guess I'll know soon though. I'm ready, are you? Don't you need a condom?"
Spike embraced her gently, laid her down on the bed, got rid of her soiled panties once and for all. "That's one of the main benefits of doing it with a vamp, love. That and the no breathing thing, and the incredible stamina. Sorry, that's not the point. Point is, I'm infertile. My cum can't get you pregnant, and what's more I can't catch or carry any kind of human disease." He kissed her brow, lowered himself down atop her. She raised her hips instinctively, and he slowly eased in.
"Hurts," Tara said, her lips vibrating against his throat. "But—oh, oh."
"Feels good now, does it?" Spike asked as he started to move inside of her with more power, more purpose.
"Yes! Yes, yes, Spike!"
He was really fucking her now. The timbre of her cries, like angels being torn from heaven, and the impossible furnace between her thighs amazed him.
"So good, Tara," he told her. "I didn't know you'd be so good."
She jerked her ass off of the bed, arched her back to meet him in response. He came, spilling his seed inside of her, and she went boneless around him.
They rolled apart, lay, silent, dazed.
"Well." Spike finally broke the quiet. "Do you think your spell will work? Are the requirements satisfied."
Tara seemed to ponder for a moment. "I think so," she said with a shy smile. "But... maybe we should do it again? Just to make sure?"
"Sounds like a plan to me." Spike brought his tongue to the triangle of honey hair between her legs and nuzzled. She tasted of sex, magic, and longing. "Maybe sometime you might have a spell that requires—" He nibbled the delicate flesh of her inner thigh with his teeth (still blunt), making her squeal. "—two vaginas and a penis? You, me, and Willow?"
"Maybe," Tara agreed breathily as he licked their mixed juices from her.
Published LiveJournal: A Darker Shade of Pink — 29.01.2004
fan fiction | fiction | spike | tara maclay
Spara freakin rocks!!!!! Oooooh*purrs*, and may we get some Tara/Spike/Willow action any time soon? Sounds like a party. I'd go. Muhahahahahaha! Great little ficlet you got there, Pink.
— posted by Lucifer's Daughter at 26.01.2005 03:31 AEST | 
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