Spike takes Eve at the first opportunity. Slams her against the side of the elevator, rips her panties down and shoves his cock into her hot dirty slit. Still thinks of it as a quim, he does. Victorian pornography’s ingrained into his brain; seedy lithographic images of whores raising their skirts, showing their privates and making him think indecent thoughts.
He only ever had the pleasure of one pussy when he was alive and that was a cold experience that led to his sudden and understated demise. Since then he’s taken several thousand bitches, rammed into them with his prick, taking them hard but never getting the satisfaction he wants. They’re such delicate flowers and they tear too easily. Pretty pink paper petals, they are. Even Buffy.
Eve’s not quite human; she’s off like sour milk and Spike spits out her blood leaving her panting on the metal floor. He’s glad when she fucks up and is gone. He doesn’t need any more reminders of his mistakes. Angel is enough.
Hamilton, when he arrives, is different. Spike’s eyes light up at the new piece of meat on the block. He stalks for while then lies in wait and pounces as Hamilton is heading home, or to Hell, or wherever it is he lives. Spike quivers at the sharp look of fear in Hamilton’s icy eyes as he’s forced down onto his back in a crushed heap in the corner of the elevator. Nothing better than topping a big bad man.
Hamilton’s no delicate pink flower though and he’s not taking Spike’s cock lying down. The fight is vicious and brutal and Spike has never felt more alive than when he’s tossed around like a rag, recovering just enough to sink his fangs into Hamilton’s neck. The blood is thick and rich and full of filthy power. Spike’s cock fills to bursting and he tears away Hamilton’s suit pants, spreading the big man’s legs and spitting a mouthful of blood down onto his groin. It’s never gonna be enough to slick him up for the journey, but it looks so very pretty.
Gripping Hamilton around his throat, Spike rides into him, screwing him like a bitch on the floor of the elevator. He fucks and feeds, taking long slow mouthfuls of blood, savouring it as if it’s a good burgundy. “Good boy,” he sneers, watching in amusement as those unwilling shark eyes grow more and more aroused. Pulling out before he comes, Spike dribbles a mouthful of Hamilton’s blood over his cock and wanks hard, snarling as his semen erupts in thick strings over hard as ice features.
“Me,” growls the big man, arching upwards and offering Spike his throat and his prick. The vampire takes both; ripping through tendons and swallowing great gulps of blood as he fists Hamilton’s hefty cock until he comes in thick ropes of white all over himself.
“Ta for that, mate,” says Spike, tipping the big bad man ten bucks and a pack of smokes as he leaves.
DONE