"I'm hot for you Spike," moaned Willow, and leant down to kiss him, inhaling the Spike scent – alcohol, cigarette smoke and cologne. Spike captured her lips first, and kissed her violently.

"Let me take you now," he growled into the kiss.

Willow broke this kiss and sat up. She placed herself over his budding erection, her wet, hot pussy inches away. She hesitated, and slid down his legs, so she straddled his knees.

Spike gasped as her hot, fiery mouth wrapped around his stiffened cock, gingerly licking the pre-cum off the cock-head.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrred…" breathed Spike, and he thrust into her mouth. She then sucked hard, her tongue tracing the soft underside of his shaft. He was straining to come as she lifted her mouth away. His cock was now fully erect.

Satisfied, Willow carefully straddled his hips once more, spreading her legs wide. Without warning, Spike suddenly thrust into her. She gasped with pain, pleasure and longing, and started bouncing on his shaft, allowing it to go deeper.

Suddenly, after a few more thrusts, Spike's cold, dead semen shot into her, and he let out a roar of an intense orgasm and release.

As the thrusting became faster and harder, Willow felt her orgasm come on as her passage clamped and un-clamped around Spike's cock. She climaxed, and let loose a scream.

Suddenly, Willow sat up in bed, breathing hard and sweating plentifully. She ran a shaking hand through her hair, recalling the amazingly vivid sex dream about Spike.

The group looked through numerous books, and was exhausted after an hour of repeatedly flicking through pages.

"HEY!" yelled Spike, clanging the chains against the side of the tub. Willow's ears pricked at the sound of his voice, and she forced herself to ignore him. "I want more blood!"

"Oh shut up!" called Giles, irritated. There was a short pause before Spike answered back.

"I can help!" he called. "I'm able to flick through a book you know! And I might know something." He said the last bit with an arrogant tone.

"Oh for crying out… Buffy, can you unchain him and make sure he doesn't escape?" asked Giles through gritted teeth. Buffy pouted, but did as she was told.

Spike looked up hopefully as she came in.

"So?" asked Spike. "What's the decision?" Buffy grabbed the keys and started on the lock holding his wrists.

"You come into the lounge room where you will be tied up," said Buffy, not looking up from freeing his ankles.

"Oh, joyous fun," grumbled Spike. "I do enjoy that."

Buffy hauled him up by the front of the shirt, lifted him out of the bath and dropped him on the floor. He staggered back and regained balance.

"Um, thanks," said Spike, arching an eyebrow and rubbing the creases out of his shirt.

"Come on," ordered Buffy. "We haven't got all day."

Spike put up his hands defensively as he walked out, Buffy following him.

"Sorry for being bitten!" he exclaimed, as Buffy pushed him into his chair and started tying him up.

The group didn't look up from their books as Spike whined and bitched about being tied up and how it pinched. Buffy had tied him up just above the elbows, so his lower arms were free to open books. Willow glanced over at Spike, and started to sweat. She fanned herself with her notebook.

"Don't you think it's a bit hot in here?"

"Hey, Watcher, pass me that book."

"Hey! I think I found… oops, false alarm."

"This one, Spike?"

"No, seriously, it's really hot."

"What does it look like again?"

"Ta Rupert."

"Big, purple, teeth."

"Oh, gee, that helps Xander. Aren't all demons like that?"

"I'm boiling…"

"What did the Big Bad do?"

"We don't know. It's been collecting."

"Like what?"

"Spices, blood and-and-and-"

"Semen."

"Thank you, Anya."

"How do you collect semen?"

Willow fanned herself frantically, breathing hard, until her voice was emphasizing her breath. Buffy stopped talking about how a demon could collect semen, and looked over at her friend.

"Wills?" she asked, putting her hand on the redhead's shoulder – only to draw back as it was saturated with sweat. Tara looked over at her crush, and grabbed Willow's hand.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked. Willow's breathing became harder, and she started moaning with arousal, rubbing her thighs together. She took her hand out if Tara's and started to rub herself, trying to relieve the tension. By now, all attention was on the aroused redhead.

"What's she doing?" asked Xander, looking thoroughly confused at his best friend's erotic behavior.

"She's acting like a bitch in heat," remarked Spike, smirking. Willow suddenly turned to him, and her vision went blurry as she was overcome with lust.

"Shut up Spike," snapped Buffy.

"Oh, keep talking!" shrieked Willow. She suddenly stood up and launched herself at the vampire. "SPIKE!"

With a surprised yell, Spike fell back along with the chair, and he landed on his and the chairs back, Willow on top of him. She awkwardly straddled his waist and rubbed her pelvis erotically against his.

"Willow!" yelled Tara and Buffy, running over.

"Get her off!" yelled Spike, squirming underneath the lustful Wiccan. Willow captured his mouth in a brutal kiss, and it was ripped away as Tara pulled her off the befuddled vampire. Buffy pulled the chair back up, as Spike hurriedly and with difficulty did up his fly.

Tara wrapped her arms around Willow, as the witch
struggled to get back to Spike. Spike looked down in
dismay at his ripped T-shirt.

"Am I that irresistible?" he as the rhetorical question.

"GET OFF ME!" screamed Willow, struggling madly. "SPIIIIKE!"

Spike blinked. "Oh, so it is me she's after, I'm not random," he said, satisfied. He tried vainly to get his hand to reach far enough to smooth his ruffled hair. He studied Willow, then noticed something that made him smirk. He looked over her shoulder at Tara.

"Uh, love? You might want to get Red to the bathroom so she can, um, clean up," said Spike, gesturing with his eyes to Willow's wet crotch of her jeans. Tara looked confused, then followed Spike's gaze. Her mouth went into an 'o' shape, and she blushed deeply.

"Y-yes, I'll g-get her to the, um, bathroom n-now," she stammered, and dragged the screaming hacker away.

"Wow, what was that about?" asked Xander.

"I'm just to hot," Spike said simply, grinning. Buffy slapped him lightly upside the head and he shut up.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Willow sat on the edge of the bathroom, blushing madly.

"I don't know what came over me," she said, staring at the ground. "As soon as Spike came in, I got all hot and flustered, then when he said something to me, I just, lost control, y'know?"

"It's okay Will," said Tara, sitting next to her crush. "You need to, ugh, get, um, cleaned up?" Willow looked down and her blush got deeper.

"R-right," stammered Willow, shifting her weight. "Um…"

"I'll go," said Tara, smiling. The strawberry blonde stood up to leave.

"Oh, and Tara?" asked Willow, stopping her in her tracks. "If I get all weird when I come back, tie me up or something, okay? I don't want to have… you know… with Spike. Of all people, Spike."

"I understand," said Tara, nodding. "I'll tell the other's you're okay and what to do." Willow nodded, with that half smile of hers and Tara left the room.

After cleaning up, Willow walked back in, and almost fainted when Spike turned around to see her.

"Spike…" she breathed, and she backed away reluctantly. Xander suddenly came from behind and picked her up. Willow gave a shriek and started kicking and hitting as Xander ran to the couch, trying to dodge her blows. He set Willow down, and pinned her. Giles suddenly put a handcuff on her ankle, which was connected to the leg of the couch. Anya, Xander and Buffy sat on the couch so Willow couldn't lift it and get free.

"Wow," said Spike, looking at the squirming woman. "I must be hot." Willow panted, looking away from Spike deliberately.

"Reckon we should hit the books about this?" asked Buffy. Everyone except Willow grabbed a book and started research yet again.

TO BE CONTINUED.....


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