They stand, bodies pressing close, her breasts squashed against him, his thigh nudging between her legs. His cool unnecessary breath on her pale cheek. He nuzzles into her neck, laving his tongue across her carotid artery, his demon willing him to sink his fangs into her and renew his mark.

She feels so soft against him as she nibbles him back, taking his earlobe into her mouth and sucking. He tastes exquisite and she longs to bite down, her tongue swirls around licking and nipping. He get impossibly harder and wants to throw her down on the floor of the drawing room and take her then and there.

Her hands move across his back, feeling the muscles; he is so fine. His leg pushes harder inbetween her thighs and she almost groans in want. Her hardened nipples, pressing into him thrusting through her lacy bra, are just begging to be fondled. Her clothing is diaphanous, sheer and romantic. Light clothing for one not bothered by fluctuations in temperature. Her desire and longing is written large on her face and her dark eyes are almost black with lust. They make eye contact, each acknowledging the yearning they feel for one another. She licks her lips and his mouth unconsciously opens. He kisses her hungrily, pressing his tongue between her lips. Meeting hers avidly he feels her shudder against him. He holds her tighter as she trembles. There is an electricity in the air.

She can’t believe they are together at last. Everybody is sleeping, apart from the human staff that go about their business discreetly. A maid opens the door preparatory to cleaning the room, sees the Master and hurriedly closes it again; head bowed. The enraptured pair does not notice the interruption.

It felt like an eternity whilst she waited for him. She paced the drawing room eager for her Papa to make his entrance. She patted her dark hair and glanced in the pier glass, still disappointed at the lack of reflection even after this length of time. She hoped he would like what he saw. She sprayed herself with perfume—vanilla—which she knew he liked.

Would he take her? Did he know how she lusted for him? How much she loved him? She ran a variety of scenarios through her mind. How would it go? Would he shrug her off and return to his beloved Baby; who only had eyes for her brother at this moment in time. No, he must want her, take her, love her; she wanted him so badly.

He opened the door and was about to ask her why she had asked to see him, when one look at her tense posture and the need in those dark eyes told him all he needed to know. He crossed the room in three quick strides and pulled her into his arms. She was dizzy with anticipation, melting against him, her body moulding to his. “Take me” she whispered to her sire. “Make me complete; I am yours forever.”

She couldn’t control her actions where he was concerned, ever since the night he had turned her, she had wanted nothing less than to be possessed by him. Filled with an unshakeable desire to be kissed and held and stroked and wanting to do the same to him.

She stroked her hands down his back and down, over the black denim, feeling the gentle curve of his ass, pulling him closer. Her wanting him was all-pervasive and she could think of nothing else. Her Papa was her world. Without him she would be nothing; she would literally have ceased to exist. He stopped kissing her then and he saw dismay cross her pretty features.

Walking over to the drinks cabinet, he grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses. Taking her hand he pulled her from the room and finally came to the door of her sleeping chamber. He looked at her expectantly and she fluttered her eyelashes at him. He grinned and waited for her to open the door.

They entered the room and he looked around intrigued. He’d never been in her room before. The high windows are shrouded in black velvet. His feet sank into the deep-pile rose pink carpet and he took in the high bed with the coverlet patterned with sprigs of pink rosebuds. A plush white teddy with a pink bow round his neck sat in the middle of her pillows.

The room made him feel even more protective towards his childe as she stood looking at him with a wondrous expression on her face. She couldn’t believe her Papa was here in her room. Surely she must be dreaming. He walked to the nightstand and put down the glasses and bottle. Turning to her he took her hand and pressed her to sit on the bed.

This was a magical moment, she had her Papa all to herself. They were enveloped in a feeling of warmth and belonging. He leant towards her and whispered “Y’gonna have a drink with me, luv?” She nodded and responded by kissing him; he was so close.

After kicking off their shoes they sat resting against the headboard; legs touching all the way down. Spike poured two glasses of amber liquid and passed one to his childe. They clinked glasses and she laughed, echoing the sound. He sipped his drink, but didn’t swallow. He kissed her deeply and she took the liquid onto her tongue.

She swallowed and the warmth seemed to spread from her throat right down to her groin. Her desire for him was all consuming, she couldn’t think; only feel. They sipped some more, never breaking eye contact. His gorgeous blue eyes would look into her very soul if she’d had one.

He began to remove her top and slowly they undressed one another. She squirmed as his hands brushed against her nipples whereupon they immediately hardened. His hand cupped her breast through her flimsy bra, testing the weight of her flesh and she gasped.

Reaching around he unclasped the garment and pulled it away from her body. She unfastened his denims and his hardened shaft seemed to leap into her tiny hand. His lips moved down to her other breast trying to cover the large dark areola and stiffened nipple.

She whimpered, ecstatic at the feel of his cool tongue playing with her sensitive area. She stroked his cock, running her thumb over the head and he hissed as he sucked at her nipple. Without seeming to let go of her he pushed down his denims and did lose contact for a moment while he pulled his tee shirt over his head. She felt bereft and wanted him back against her.

Her jaw drops slightly at the sight of his beautiful body and he can’t help but give a satisfied grin, but then becomes impatient and tears at the rest of her clothes pulling them off rapidly. She is left in just a pair of emerald green, lacy, high cut bikini panties. His eyes sparkle even more, if that were possible.

He runs his hands over her hips as her hand reaches for his balls and gently moves around them, manipulating with her strong fingers. He cups her mound through her panties and she moans, but feels no embarrassment at her obvious want. He kisses her again and he murmurs “I want you so much, Shelley.” Her lips press against his with all the lust she feels for him and even he is surprised at the strength of her feelings.

Their tongues dance together lovingly as their desire mounts, their bodies urging them on for ultimate release, pushing them towards physical satisfaction and the culmination of their desire. She can hardly wait any longer and moves her hand to the base of his rock hard cock.

She circles her thumb and finger but finds she can’t quite get them to meet as he is hard and large for her. At this realisation her panties become damper and she longs to feel him inside her. He gazes longingly at her creamy thighs and the apex of shiny silk. Her aroma assails him and he sniffs up very loudly. She almost comes just from hearing him take that unnecessary breath. He moves his black and gold head lower and bites her through the flimsy material.

He pushes her thighs open and licks the wet silk from top to bottom, which she finds so erotic. He removes her panties with his teeth and she doesn’t know whether to giggle or faint. His head moves down her body gripping the panties in his strong jaws. He throws them to one side and looks at her from under his dark brows. Thank goodness she doesn’t need to breathe; she is still .. waiting for him to come back up to her.

He does so and she strokes his beautiful hard shaft and sweeps her thumb over the weeping tip. He strains against her hand and she wants to kiss him there. He gives her a lingering kiss and then moves to kiss the inside of her parted thighs. At the feel of his soft lips against her delicate skin she whimpers his name “Papa…oh, Papa.”

The thought of him being inside her soon makes her squirm as he butterfly kisses up and around her inner thighs. Her legs fall further apart in wanton abandonment as his mouth reaches her dark damp curls. She squeaks when she feels his tongue brush against her moist curls and begins to make unintelligible whimpers and moans as her desire mounts. He continues to pleasure her with his lips and tongue. She cries out and tries to reach for his cock.

He quickly flips his body into a 69 position, so that she can fondle his cock avidly. Her hands are everywhere at once it seems and he grunts and pushes his pelvis towards her. One hand circles his shaft while the other strokes and fingers the head, sweeping the pre-cum from the tip.

She soon sets up a rhythm matching that of his tongue in her quim. His tongue is now deep inside her and her vagina begins to contract and she is filled with pleasure. He gently stimulates her clit with one finger while continuing to thrust his tongue in and out and she is mindless with pleasure.

Her hips undulate and then thrust as her orgasm explodes and wetness floods his tongue with her unique taste. He feels wave after wave of intense feeling building up in his balls as she continues to stroke and play.

She loves his gorgeous cock it is her world at this moment in time. He gives a throaty growl and with one more thrust he emits stream after stream of cool cum; some into her mouth and the rest dripping onto the coverlet. The pleasure of his orgasm engulfs him and he feels complete. He thought for a moment that he might black out with the almost unbearable sensations he was feeling.

She is still holding onto his cock and doesn’t want to let go. He has to take her hand away so he can scootch up to lie next to her. They cuddle and she murmurs her love for him. His chest is heaving though he has no need to breathe. He clasps her tightly in his arms and tells her she means the world to him.

They rest for a moment and then he is hard again, just being near her. Her hand has again curled around his cock and she is not surprised when she feels it stiffen; in fact she was counting on it. She looks down at his massive hard-on possessively. She holds his balls in her other hand then and supports his cock as she bends her head to take him in her mouth.

He tenses as her lips cover the head of his cock and she wraps her mouth around it, though it barely fits. She manages a few inches and it hits the back of her throat. He is too large for her, but she sucks and he grunts in satisfaction. His balls firm up as her finger tightens around his shaft.

She very slowly increases the speed of her sucking and is not quiet about it. The sounds are music to his ears and the build up of pleasure increases in his balls. He looks down at her dark curly head bobbing up and down on his cock and groans.

Her enthusiasm for her task increases his pleasure; she loves the feel of him in her mouth and would tell him so if she were able. She sucks harder and harder and can tell the moment is nearing for him. She moves her hips in time with his, stimulating him further. She is waiting for him to explode and anticipates the flood of cool liquid into her eager mouth.

She loves her Papa so much, she wants him to experience the utmost bliss and preferably often with her. She fastened her lips tighter around his shaft increasing the suction; she loved him and wanted to increase his feeling of ecstasy. As she sucked her cheeks were hollow and the insides of her cheeks glazed his cock making his eyes roll back in his head. The tension in his balls was phenomenal.

He stiffened, grunted and then shot cool thick liquid down the back of her throat. She gulped quickly and continued to swallow as his cock pulsated in her mouth. He was rigid; his hands gripping her hair almost painfully. All of a sudden he seemed to deflate and almost collapsed. She gave his cock a last lick and then looked up at her sire with a self-satisfied and smug expression.

A few drops of her Papa’s cum drops back onto his shaft and she reaches her elegant white fingers and rubs it in, wanting her fingers on him. He is breathing unnecessarily, yet harshly. Raggedly taking in the oxygen and expelling it from force of habit when under duress. He feels wonderful and she smiles up at him knowingly.

He grips her face and whispers “I so love you childe” and they who were connected in mind and spirit, will now be joined in body as well. She has dreamed of this often and knew in her unbeating heart that one day she would have him. It was her destiny; she wanted to bind him to her.

They held one another for long moments while Spike murmured endearments to Shelley in his dark velvet voice. She lay quiet letting the musical sound wash over her; content to be in his arms and with no thought for the future nor the past.

They kissed deeply and she felt his body stir again. His lips sought out her chin and nuzzled it very softly. He breathed sweet nothings in her shell like ear and she caressed him all the more. Their bodies were intertwined, legs moulding together and knew they needed one another. Her body moved beneath his as his shaft hardened. She loved the feel of it against her, knowing it was her presence that had caused his arousal.

She didn’t have the words for how happy she felt. At last her Papa was also her lover; she needed him, wanted him, longed for him. She wanted him fully erect and pushing into her. She moved her hands down his sides and ran an opalescent fingernail teasingly down his side feeling him shiver.

He gave a slight moan and she guessed he loved the sensation. Reaching down he fondled her ass cheeks in both his palms; so tight and sexy, causing an instant reaction in his cock. He became harder still as she traced his finger down her crevice; hearing her whimper with delight.

She whispers pleadingly “Please Papa cher, please love me now, take me now. I need you inside me and I’m ready for you immédiatement.” He growls softly in response and begins to kiss and fondle her ample breasts.

She whimpers some more at the feel of his hard tongue on her nipples. He licks, touches, sucks and holds her until she is almost delirious with desire. They change positions without discussion and Shelley is now on top, straddling Spike’s wiry hips. She takes his enormous erection and guides it between her moist folds, slowly at first and then pressing until he is fully sheathed whereupon he grunts in satisfaction. She has no words; she is filled and replete.

“Mon Dieu Papa, you’re so big and hard, oh Papa” she whimpers as he begins to thrust upwards, gently manoeuvring her hips. She is almost mindless with pleasure as she lifts her slender hips to match the rhythm he instigates.

The friction of his cock as she moves up and down on him starts a wave of pleasure in her womb that ebbs and flows. It is so glorious she doesn’t know what to do with herself and just balances with her hands flat on his hard stomach.

He goes faster, stroking, pushing her up and down on his shaft as he rapidly approaches his climax. Her muscles tighten around him and he groans and is incapable of being quiet. She cannot control her body and leaves it to him to decide the pace as wave after wave breaks over her continuously.

He is in complete control as he moves and grunts and tries to hold back, wanting to increase her pleasure. She is very close now and unconsciously begins to mewl his name over and over imploring him never to stop and increasing his desire tenfold. His sac tightens and he knows it won’t be long as the feeling is just too intense.

He begs her “Shelley, come with me please pet” and she does. She would do anything for her Papa and so as he seizes up, grunts and fills her with his copious seed she screams and climaxes along with him; the waves taking her ever higher and then gently washing away as she falls forward on Spike’s chest; boneless and satiated.

Afterwards they cuddle after she moves to his side, laying her head on his chest. He cards his fingers through her dark curls and she rubs and pats his tummy, marvelling at the hardness. She tells him she loves him and he kisses her hair. They fall asleep within minutes and do not awaken until there is a knock at the door.

They hear Baby softly call “Spike” and he is immediately alert. He replies “A minute my dove” and then quickly vaults off the bed and into his clothes. Shelley scrabbled off the bed also and donned a robe before standing hesitantly as Spike opens the door to his consort. Baby smiles when she sees the dishevelled pair, but then makes eye contact with Spike saying “Wesley wants a word with you; something important” and he quickly passes through the door, leaving Baby still holding the crystal doorknob.