Essy the Vampire Shagger

Tiny specks of dust fell silently to the ground of the cemetery, the vampire’s scream receding into silence, as it swiftly became nothing more than a part of the cold night air.

Essy grinned.

Hey! Fifth one in the past couple of hours. It had been a good night tonight. Damn better than working on that crummy dissertation anyway… What, a girl wasn’t allowed to have hobbies? Just as she was brushing the dust from her jeans, black fitted T-shirt, and leather jacket, a voice broke the silence.

“But I thought you liked vampires, blondie…”

She instantly spun around, Darth Pointy at the ready.

Until she noticed who it was.

She didn’t lower the stake, but the likelihood of her dusting this vamp had just been dramatically reduced… Her grin widened, even though she tried not to smile.

“Spike…”

Leaning against a crypt door, clad in all-too-familiar black jeans, tight T-shirt and leather jacket, was Mr. Peroxide himself.

Uh-oh, thought Essy, realising her critical fashion mistake. Well, at least my jeans are blue, she thought absently… It was kind of hard to think about anything else though, when presented with the kind of view she was getting right now…

He just looked at her, waiting for an answer, the moonlight playing on his features so that his sharp cheekbones were accentuated, his eyes barely visible in the shadows. She could only see the faintest twinkle of his gaze in the semidarkness. His mouth was almost entirely in shadow too, though she could see just enough to make out the cruelly set outline of his lips. Very nice lips…

Swallowing dryly all of a sudden, she shook herself from that train of thought.

“I do like vamps. But hey – every girl’s gotta have a pastime, ya know?”

“Staking random vamps? Nice.”

Essy shrugged.

“Relieves my tension.”

“I could think of a better method for that, pet…” he said with a smirk.

“I beg your pardon?” she asked, with a calm disapproving tone, even though his comment had actually sent a million images rushing through her mind simultaneously. None of them suitable for family viewing.

“Nothin’ love. So anyways – Are you in with that blasted scooby gang then? Passed by Giles’ place a little while before I came here. Hopin’ to do a little deal with Mr. Tweedy there. But I didn’t go in – seems ol’ Rupert was busy.” Here he laughed darkly “Never thought he had it in ‘im… Calling out some girl’s name he was. Gemma, I think… Anyways, is that what you’re doing? With them? Fightin’ for justice and nice things like cute puppies and the like?” he asked, stepping a little closer, the moonlight pouring over his frame, the view of him a little clearer now.

Essy grimaced, her expression giving the impression that she was offended by the assumption.

“Bugger off. A Sith like me? Are you mad? I do this for fun”

“Point taken cutie.”

“Hey.” She scowled.

“Ah, we don’t like that, do we?” he smirked, walking even closer.

“Darth Pointy here isn’t just for show you know…” warned Essy, waving the stake around a bit for good measure. Spike just laughed and come closer, so that he now stood about a yard away. Lighting a fag and then puffing away calmly, he surveyed her.

“You ain’t got the balls, sweetheart.” He taunted.

Stepping closer, Essy smirked.

“And you ain’t got the canines.” she said sweetly “Aww, poor Spikey got neutered…”

“Bitch.” He bit out, closing in on her, tossing the half-smoked cigarette aside. He walked towards her purposefully, looking damn dangerous for a vamp with a chip in his head.

“Screw you, Spike.” She said, meaning for it to sound angry, but it came out almost breathlessly. She was sure there was a smile playing across his lips…

Somehow, when he stepped so that he was just inches away from her, she was paralyzed. She did however manage to keep the stake in front of her, and it pressed dangerously through the thin fabric of his black T-shirt. He didn’t move, though, and leaned close.

“You got a lot of faith in my mercy, boy.”

“And you got nice hair, pet.” He said thoughtfully, to Essy’s amazement, he reached his hand out and took a few strands between his fingers. She was too dumbfounded to slap his hand away.

“I mean… Fuck, I have to pay for this!” he said, pointing at his own bleached locks. Essy looked at him quizzically. What was he on about that for…?

“Know what they say about true blondes though…” he smirked.

Something was wrong here… Essy suddenly realised Darth Pointy wasn’t safely in her hand. Oh crap…

“Damn stupid…” he grinned, throwing the stake behind him. Essy took a few steps back, though her challenging gaze never left his. He stepped forward with each step she took back. She realised that her heart rate was getting ridiculously high, thumping away in her chest. Funny thing was…  She wasn’t sure how much of that was about fear…

“Get lost.” She said, a warning in her voice, still backing up. “You can’t feed on me anyway…”

As her voice trailed off, she was dismayed to suddenly feel her back crashing against something. Essy could feel his icy breath against her cheek, cold stone biting into her shoulder blades as he forced her to press herself back against what seemed to be a crypt.

“Wasn’t planning to… This is just a mugging love. I er… want your coat.” He said, obviously improvising, as he grasped her jacket collar and pushed it roughly off her shoulders.

“Take it.” She said angrily “You need a bloody new one anyway. Look like a tramp…”

Despite her angry words, everything in Essy’s mind was hazy, and her body heat was climbing far too quickly. Anger was nothing to do with that. Her breath caught in her throat as she suddenly saw the look in Spike’s eyes. They burned with anger at her last comment. But he didn’t look so much murderous as…

She wasn’t able to find an appropriate word, because before she could form another coherent thought, Spike’s grip on her jacket had tightened, in its position just underneath her shoulder blades, halfway off, and he used it to pull her right against his body. He suddenly pulled her lips up to his, and kissed her savagely. His lips were cold, but soft and persistent, and sent little shocks throughout her body as he ground his mouth down upon hers. It wasn’t until she felt his tongue push into her mouth and her own traitorously responding, that she desperately pressed her hands against his chest, struggling in his grip and trying to push him away.

It didn’t help. He was still too strong. One hand moved into her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. But his face didn’t morph. Essy shivered as she felt those icy lips trailing down her neck, unable to stop herself from emitting a tiny sound at the back of her throat, as she felt his tongue run slowly up her neck, just where the vein was. Then, as she felt her eyes begin to close, submission imminent, he suddenly let go of her and pushed her violently into the crypt wall, his eyes dark, blazing.

Understanding that it mattered that she wouldn’t try to run, Essy just stood there, breathing quickly, realising he had broken her. But God, she didn’t care…

Now standing a few inches away, his hand reached out, and Essy followed it with her eyes, as his fingers made their way from her neck down to run teasingly over one breast, without any hesitation. She gasped, biting her lower lip, as she felt an almost painful throbbing grow between her legs, her whole body heated. She should run… leave – now. Any second now. Soon. Eventually…

He simply watched her, as she followed his actions with her own eyes, spellbound, as his long, pale fingers, complete with chipped black nail polish, trailed further down to her stomach, and stayed there for a while. He drew swirling circular shapes over her cotton-covered skin, making her shiver uncontrollably as his touch then passed her navel. Her eyes flew to his, and she saw that he had been watching her face the whole time, as she felt his unbelievably pleasurable touch between her legs, pressing against the throbbing there, through the denim of her jeans. She was paralyzed. Slowly, he started to stroke her.

After a few moments of his unbearable rhythmic torment, Essy gave in, and let out a barely audible moan. That seemed to be what Spike had wanted, and before another sound could escape her mouth, his lips covered hers again. This time, she kissed him back without hesitation, one of her hands moving up and grabbing a clump of his blonde hair, moaning into his mouth as his fingers pressed hard against her, between her legs, his other hand holding her wrist above her head, against the cold stone wall.

He pulled away then, and his fingers wrapped around her T-shirt, at the neck. With a growl deep in his throat, he pulled downwards, and tore the garment right down the centre. As he felt Essy involuntarily shiver from the cold night air on her skin, he suddenly grabbed her hand, and led her away from the crypt wall. The resulting journey went by in a dazed flash for Essy, but she understood why, as he pulled her through a door. She realised they were in Spike’s crypt. Home sweet home, she mused briefly. She couldn’t have lived here… Though no other place seemed more inviting right now…

But she wasn’t given time for her musings. Spike’s hands were on her waist, and he lifted her up, half sitting her on his ‘bed’, quickly tearing the remainder of her T-shirt from her, pulling her jacket entirely off in the process. Hungrily kissing her mouth, as Essy responded helplessly, Spike impatiently pulled off her bra, before covering her breasts with tinglingly cold fingers. His thumbs moved to her hardening nipples, and circled them with slowly increasing pressure, and he pulled back from her to watch exactly what he was doing, dark lust in his eyes. Essy moaned as she suddenly felt his lips take the place of one hand. A skilful tongue swirled around her nipple, as Essy’s hands slid inside Spike’s leather jacket, lightly caressing his abdomen, shifting herself backwards so that she could look down, and see exactly what his mouth was doing. A few strands of golden hair clung to her forehead as she watched, running her tongue over her lower lip as she realised how dry her mouth had become.

He had now covered her nipple with his lips, and was starting to suck slowly, his pressure increasing as his eyes closed, intent on his task, his tongue flicking out and tasting her teasingly as he sucked.

She moaned very quietly in response to this ongoing torment, and just when she thought she’d die of frustration, strong hands were on her shoulders. He pushed her back onto the stone, his tongue still stroking her breast hotly, whilst his hands then moved down to the waistband of her jeans. He quickly unzipped them, tugging them down Essy’s legs.

“You taste so good, pet…” he said roughly, as he looked up at her darkly, flicking the tip of his tongue over one tight nipple for the last time before his mouth left her breasts. His hands moved down to the waistband of her thin cotton underwear teasingly, just sliding beneath it with his fingers. She stared down breathlessly as he bent his head to kiss her inner thighs with his icy lips, and she gasped as she felt the sudden heat of his open mouth between her legs, and she felt his moist tongue wetting the cotton. He pressed his tongue hard against her through her underwear, and she writhed beneath him, as he held her with one hand beneath each thigh, holding her up to him, his nails digging into her soft skin just slightly.

“Please… Spike…” she whispered, desperately.

With a deep, almost feral growl, she felt his teeth grab hold of the flimsy material, and drag it from her body, and she screamed with shock, her body arching as suddenly felt his tongue thrust inside her, with one deep movement. Shuddering violently, she could only watch as he thrust it in and out again, the tip flicking out over her clit, as his lips covered her too. He shifted his grip on her thighs and pulled them wider apart to improve her position, and continued to use his tongue to stroke her heat with unbearable proficiency, almost violently. Essy closed her eyes and groaned loudly as she heard him moan with pleasure between her legs, enjoying what he was giving her, her taste. One of her hands found its way into his blonde hair, holding him to her. The other hand gripped the side of the stone so hard, she swore she could have crushed it beneath her fingers.

She whimpered, breathless, rendered entirely powerless as he lapped slowly at the wetness between her legs. She was unable to move as she felt a powerful kind of tension build inside her body, slowly, unbearably, and finally it exploded inside her, and she screamed, his name on her lips, her fingers still tightly entwined in his hair. Rather than pull away, he continued to lick her very slowly as she came down, soon only with the tip of his tongue, and she panted, trying to catch her breath, shivering with pleasure.

“Jesus…” she whispered. He lifted his head up to look at her, and placed a finger over her lips.

“Don’t say that…” he said with a mischievous wink. Surveying Essy’s naked, glistening body with a lustful smile, he groaned impatiently and sat on the vault cover, pulling her roughly on top of him.

“I need to be inside you, love…” he said, leading her hands down to his jeans fastening. She breathed in quickly, and undid his trousers, easing them down his legs, understanding what he wanted, and straddled him.

“Now…” he growled. He lay back, and pulled her down to kiss her lips deeply, and then his hands moved to her hips, guiding her on top of his erection. She cried out as he slid inside her, and looked down at him wide-eyed, hesitantly beginning an agonizing, heated pace. His hands wandered her body, his fingers circling her nipples and rubbing against them as he moaned. His hands then found their way back down, to her waist, and he urged her to rock faster and harder against him. Sobs escaped Essy’s throat as they moved faster together, him sliding so deep inside her she thought she wouldn't be able to keep from screaming. She was soon coming close to the edge again, and as she looked down into his eyes, she gasped as she saw that Spike had his game face on.

With a deep, pleasurable growl, he reached up, and Essy screamed as she felt the unexpected sting of his sharp fangs enter her neck, able to do it, because he didn’t want to hurt her at all... Quite the opposite. Slowly, he drank a little of her blood, some of it trickling down her neck and down a pale breast, their pace never slowing. She found a deep climax rise inside her again, heightened by the slight pain, and she screamed out loudly, feeling his iciness inside her barely a moment afterwards. Her whole body was trembling with pleasure as she felt his fangs withdraw, and their sensuous rocking movements slowed very gradually to a halt. Essy felt soft fingers trail down her back as she lay on top of him then, and watched with fascination as his face rapidly morphed back to it’s former shape.

She felt his hand draw away then, and then the smooth feel of leather was against her skin, as he drew his jacket over her. Surprised for a moment, she looked down at his face – he smiled at her lazily.

“No offence, but I’m knackered, cutie. Nearly sunrise, too…” He said, much to Essy’s amusement.

She was then met, surprisingly quickly, with the bizarre sight of a peacefully sleeping vampire... Sighing, laughter in her voice, she relaxed into him, his arms firmly around her, and joined him in his wait for the sunset, and for the stars to dominate the blackness again…