Something Wicked This Way Came



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Chapter One

"Oooooh lollipops, lollipops, lollipops…. I love you sweeting," the brunette sing-songed whilst sashaying around the room.

"Well, I'm not promising anything, but if the carnival arrives tomorrow, yes, I'll take you," declared Wesley with a smile at his beautiful innocent girl.

And she was an innocent, for all the lives she'd claimed and all the heartache she'd caused, she was as innocent as the day, or night, was long.

Drusilla threw her arms around Wesley's neck and asked, "Can we have toffee apples, and Candy Floss and will you win me a Kewpie Doll?"

Wesley staggered back under her onslaught and thudded into the wall where she melded herself against him. He was immediately hard for his temptress. "Yes my love, I'll get you anything you want." He hugged her to him and plundered her mouth. She ran her hands through the back of his hair, prolonging the kiss. Their tongues fought and it was with disappointment that Wesley had to finally push her away. Sometimes his dark beauty forgot that he had to breathe.

"Oooooh, somebody wants me" Dru teased as she ran her hand over his huge erection.

"I always want you my love" he declared looking deep into her huge eyes; eyes that were fathomless pools in which he could drown forever. He bent to her lips again pressing his own against their ruby softness. She allowed him entry and again their tongues duelled for supremacy. Wesley was so happy; could his life get any better he asked himself? No, perhaps not, but his soon-to-be unlife promised to be even more enriching. He was looking forward to it and hoped that Baby would turn him soon.

They made it to the bed and sank down onto the rich silk coverlet. He covered her slight form with his body, careful not to hurt her. He ground his hips against hers and she moaned in delight. "Wesley," she breathed. "Flopsies in my head say they want you inside, Wesley. Inside. You know where the gateway is. Flopsies say go there now." And she thrust up to him urgently.

"Yes, my darling, yes." He pushed the diaphanous material of her ankle-length dress up over her thighs and loosened his cock from the confines of his pants. She didn't wear panties, no need she said with long dresses. And it made access to her so much easier and convenient, so he never complained. As long as nobody else took advantage… whereupon he'd have to end the miserable existence of the cur involved. He knew she would never ever look at another anyway, she loved him too much of this he was certain. In his heart of hearts he knew they'd be together for eternity and beyond.

Drusilla lay back waiting for him in an agony of anticipation and so he wasted no time in placing his cockhead at the entrance to her perfumed garden. He loved her pussy; he loved the smell, the feel and the taste. She had shaved quite recently and he could see her throbbing clitoris. He groaned as he felt himself become unbelievably harder. He pushed his hard, pulsating cock into her tight opening and thought he would explode immediately. He had to pause and gather his wits; wouldn't do to disappoint his little darkling. She drew her knees as high as she could and he was aware of her buttoned bootees on either side of him. This turned him on even more and he thrust into her making her squeal and writhe. "Yes, Wesley, yes. Flopsies say yes." Her head rocked from side to side as his pleasure filled her and became the centre of her world.

Miss Edith (version mark two) looked down from her shelf to the side of the large four poster bed. Sometimes Wesley thought he could feel her eyes on him, but not at this moment he couldn't. His universe consisted of the ebony haired beauty below him and he thrust to the core of her, wanting to supernova inside her moist channel. He could feel the animal inside him unleashing and knew his orgasm wasn't many blissful moments away. "Oh Drusilla, Drusilla my queen," he breathed as he pushed and pushed. Drusilla continued to meet his hips with hers and squealed and moaned and writhed and tore at his hair. Drusilla loved the missionary position for she was an old-fashioned girl at heart. Wesley was happy to oblige her idiosyncrasies, though they enjoyed experimenting as well. His dark beauty had educated him beyond his wildest dreams since they had been together and continued to amaze him everyday. No wonder Spike had been in love with her for over a century. Wesley felt himself speed up and his thrusts became shallower and shallower as his orgasm neared. When Dru screamed it sent him over the edge and he joined her in euphoric oblivion. He fell forward and she took his full weight. He was boneless as he rested between her thighs, his ejaculate seeping from her pussy onto her thighs and coating them both sublimely.

"Wesley," Dru whispered a moment or two later.

"Yes darling, what is it?" Wesley mumbled with his face enveloped in the crook between her delectable neck and her shoulder, her rich thick dark tresses sticking to his moist lips.

"Flopsies say thank you."

Wesley smiled into her neck and said, "Tell them, they're welcome my love."

Drusilla giggled and patted Wesley on the back. "Hungry now."

Wesley removed himself from between the thighs of his goddess and adjusted his clothing. "Right then. Best go and hunt something down, hadn't we, my dove?"

Drusilla gave a smile that would have curdled the blood of anybody seeing her now and sat up, her dress falling back around her legs. She stood and looked demure in her long white, tie-back dress and not as if she'd just been fucked to within an inch of her life. She was cool and glacial as she walked to the door, beckoning Wesley who followed her willingly. The vicious duo enjoyed a good night's hunt and returned to the dwelling satiated and ready to sleep the day away. Wesley had also enjoyed a repast of a rather more substantial kind; but soon he too hoped to be on an entirely liquid diet. He could hardly contain himself and longed to be turned; but only by the one who was of a like mind. Baby; he only wanted Baby to do it, that languid beauty so possessed of the same barbarous nature as himself.

Drusilla and Wesley entered their room once more and lay on the bed. Wrapped within each other's arms, they soon drifted into the arms of Morpheus. Both had smiles on their faces and looked innocent in sleep. Nobody would know that a more ruthless pair of killers would be hard to find outside the dwelling place of the Scourge. They dreamed of blood and sex and butchery. Carnage and gore. The screams of their dream victims were pitiful to hear. Wesley's smile grew wider as his eyelids fluttered. Drusilla was still in sleep, as still as death, but her smile was no less wide and her dreams no less bloodstained.

Chapter Two

Drusilla hopped and skipped and twirled in the long ruby red dress that she had decided was appropriate wear when visiting a carnival. Wesley smiled to himself as she first darted forwards and then darted back to smile and grab his arm. She kept up a constant litany of her desires and hopes and wants with regards to her visit to the carnival. "Candy Floss," she sang. "Lollipops," she trilled. "Toffee Apples," she crooned.

Wesley just patiently followed her and listened to her carollings with a small smile on his handsome visage. "Now my love, it might only be a small carnival; don't get your hopes up or you may be disappointed," he advised.

Drusilla laughed and came back to stroke his cheek. "That don't signify silly, still going to see rides and stalls and lots of nice things…"

"Yes, we are" he agreed and gazed at her in adoration.

The carnival came into sight then and Drusilla stopped and clapped her hands in glee. She jumped up and down for all the world like the happy child she was. "Look, look, my Wesley, look."

Wesley looked and grinned at her happiness. "Yes love, I see."

They soon came to the midway and Drusilla darted this way and that trying to take in everything at once. They looked just like any of the other happy couples strolling along and enjoying the sights. They spent an enjoyable hour visiting as many sideshows as possible and Wesley did indeed win his jet haired partner a Kewpie Doll.

"Perfect she is, my sweet" she told him "A sister for Miss Edith."

Wesley smiled at the incongruity, but held his peace. Another one to stare down at him from the shelf * oh well * and he went on to buy her a toffee apple and a candy floss. "I just hope you won't make yourself sick" he warned her.

She laughed at this. "Vampires are never sick," he was informed.

"Always a first time for everything, I say," said Wesley with a mock scowl. She laughed and danced away taking the candy floss in her mouth and pulling. Wesley watched with desire as the candy melted against her succulent lips. He unconsciously licked his own lips, but told himself * later, time for that, later *

It was becoming very late and the crowds were thinning when they came across a type of 'freak show' housed in a striped tent. Wesley was surprised to see this as he thought this type of thing was dying out. Drusilla pulled him along and insisted on entering the tent. They paid their money and did so. As they went inside the proprietor began to tidy away for the night. It was now rather quiet and the lights and music were being turned off all around them. People were beginning to make their way home down the midway and beyond.

The sight of the people on display seemed to arouse a certain bloodlust in Drusilla and it wasn't long before she vamped out. Wesley tried to hold her back, but to no avail. She roared and fell upon the bearded lady with a growl. She sank her teeth into the surprised woman who only had time to let out a small squeak before she submitted to the ravening vampire at her neck. Wesley blocked the entrance to the cubicle and hoped nobody would see. He didn't want a panic starting amongst the other members of the tent. The bearded lady was soon drained and Drusilla let her fall to the ground and wiped the back of her hand over her mouth. She posed a bloodthirsty picture with the blood dripping from her fangs onto her dress. A fleeting though ran through Wesley's mind, 'Thank goodness she decided to wear red.'

Drusilla pushed past Wesley and recovered her human face before going into the next compartment. Wesley followed and was in time to watch his deadly half grip the dwarf by the throat and shake him like a rag doll. His breath gurgled in his throat and Wesley compulsively swallowed as the dwarf's death rattle reverberated around the small enclosure. Drusilla threw the lifeless body to one side and swept away.

Wesley looked down at the remains and shrugged. He had, after all, promised his ebony dream that she would have a good time and this was her idea of a good time. He trailed after her with the Kewpie Doll under his arm. He found the vampiress in with the fat lady next. They were staring at one another in disbelief. Drusilla was back in gameface and if the fat lady hadn't been so grotesque that she couldn't walk she would have hightailed it out of there in next to no time. Drusilla turned to Wesley and asked in a small voice, "Why is she so fat?"

Wesley reprimanded her lightly. "Now dear, it's not nice to make nasty comments about people, is it now?" Drusilla raised her eyebrows at him before swooping down on the recumbent woman and sank her killing teeth into the female's neck.

She soon leapt back however and proceeded to spit out the viscous liquid, saying "Ugh! Wesley, dear heart, that's horrible; it's all fatty." She started to wail and tried to wipe her tongue on his sleeve.

Wesley patted her arm "It's all right pet, the nasty taste will dissipate in a moment."

Drusilla turned and glared at the female mountain of flesh and said "I don't like you."

The woman trembled and heaved while trying to stem the flow of blood from the open wounds in her neck. She quaked and quivered and threatened to bring the tent down. Wesley couldn't be having that, so he swiftly removed the knife from his boot, reached forward and cut her throat from ear to ear.

Drusilla squirmed and threw herself at Wesley's back while he wiped the knife off on the clothing of the corpse. "My darling boy, my murderous man, I love you. I really do."

"Love you to, sweetheart," replied Wesley and he replaced the knife from whence he had taken it. "Now darling, have you had enough?" he continued. "I think we should go before somebody discovers our handiwork."

She looked disappointed, but agreed to his request. Picking the Kewpie Doll off the floor where it had fallen in all the excitement they left the tent.

The carny guy was messing about with the ropes and took no notice of the pair as they walked away from the chilling scene. Drusilla acted as if nothing had happened and Wesley thought that in her sweet vacuous mind it probably hadn't. She took his upper arm then and pleaded "Look, look, Wesley. The Ferris Wheel. Take your sweet one for a ride?"

He looked over and indeed the carnival ride was still functioning. They walked over and were told it was the last circuit of the evening. They paid their dues and were helped into one of the swinging seats by a gnarled-looking old man. There were a few other couples taking the last ride, but these were spaced few and far between. When the ride had reached the top, it paused and they were able to enjoy a considerable view of lights and stars. A cool breeze enveloped them and it was most enjoyable.

Wesley had his arm around Drusilla and she reached over and kissed him tenderly. They cuddled and petted and it wasn't long before they found themselves aroused. Wesley became aware of Drusilla's scent as she nuzzled his neck and swept her hand down the front of his pants. She became aware of Wesley when she felt his desire for her ruining the cut of his pants. She giggled up at him as he looked down at her seriously. He began to fumble with her long dress, his desire making him clumsy. He finally pulled it up above her knees, the heavy material bunching at the sides of her thighs. She had her knees pressed primly together and was giving him a Mona Lisa smile.

'She's wicked; she really is,' he thought. He loved her black silk stockings and the frilly garters holding them up. She was so feminine, a remnant from a forgotten age with her high-buttoned boots and her ebony ringlets. He leant and kissed her softly on the mouth and she opened her lips to him in invitation. Her knees however remained tightly shut. He began to lightly tickle her legs up and down until she began to needlessly pant, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted. He then pushed her knees apart and she let him willingly. Her other knee was touching Wesley's and he leaned and put his hand between her bare thighs at the top of her stockings.

This action sent a little tingle up Drusilla's spine and she whimpered softly. She felt her pussy starting to get wet and longed for him to touch her more intimately. Wesley sensed this and planted his lips firmly on hers. His tongue darted about inside her cool, sweet mouth and she felt herself throb between her legs; the nearest she'd ever come now to a heartbeat. He dropped his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy, not believing how ready she was for him, cool and moist. Not wearing of panties was a boon in situations such as this.

The next thing he knew Drusilla pulled back and exposed her bosoms asking, "Suckle me please, Wesley," in a little girl voice. This was the only thing she said as she pulled him over her as much as was possible in the swinging seat. Her bosoms were tumbling free and he started to squeeze and caress them, making her whimper even more. He slowly started to lave one of her hardened nubs, rolling it around his tongue and making her pull his hair in an agony of desire.

He pushed her knees as wide as they would go in the limited space, displaying her dark curls to the night air. She enjoyed the cool breeze blowing against her sex and jiggled her bottom further down the seat, to enable him further access. He could smell her pussy perfume as he sank his fingers into her aching slit and began to saw in and out. She could already feel a trembling orgasm waiting to break as his fingers delved between her sopping pussy lips.

He wanted his cock there, but it would be impossible in this confined space. 'Just wait until I get her home,' Wesley thought with an anticipatory gleam in his eye. She came then and he had to kiss her to stop her wailing and shrieking. He didn't want to alert the other participants on the ride. She screamed into his mouth and went rigid on his hand, before relaxing back with a sigh.

"Good boy, good Wesley," she cooed up at him. He smiled at her and took her hand to place it over his hardened member. After arranging her clothes into some semblance of decency she removed his cock from his pants and bent to take him in her mouth. He threw his head back and groaned loudly, before remembering where they were. That good old British reserve came to his aid as he bit down on his lower lip and stifled his groans. Drusilla expertly deep throated him and he could feel his bell-end hitting the back of her throat. Wesley felt himself lunging up off the seat and tried to hold back. He didn't want to hurt his raven-haired beauty, but the feelings she was bringing forth made it hard for him to hold back. The swing seat was jerking back and forth in an alarming manner. With a roar he came into her mouth, pumping and pumping until she had swallowed every drop. She came back up then, licking her lips and looked at him with a pleased smile which he readily returned.

He tucked himself away as he realised the Ferris Wheel was moving again and wondered what the hold-up had been. Not that he minded, it had been a most enjoyable experience. The ride soon came to an end and they tripped down the wooden walkway and proceeded to make their way home. It was very late by now and everywhere was dark and silent with everybody settling down for the night. They treaded along hand in hand, looking just like an average courting couple and not the pair of deadly killers that they were.

They fell through the door of their bedroom laughing and giggling and holding the Kewpie Doll aloft proudly. Drusilla then placed her on the shelf next to Miss Edith saying, "Now you two have to look out for one another; just like me and Wesley do or you'll have to be punished; bad, bad girls." She giggled maniacally and then fell back onto the bed. Wesley was thinking she was very over excited and would have trouble getting her rest.

'Now what can I do to relax her?' he thought.

It was nearly dawn and Drusilla loved to have morning sex. She loved to climb onto Wesley's erect penis and ride him to ejaculation with the rocking motion of her hips. They could then go to sleep afterwards. It wouldn't be fun to go to sleep without having orgasms first she thought. She preferred one-on-one sex scenes with Wesley. When there was more than one person it was harder to give each one the attention they deserved. Not that she would refuse, she just preferred her and Wesley alone, her favourite combination. She watched as he removed his clothes ready to join her for the day's rest. He looked beautiful naked. 'Wesley's so handsome," she thought. Her beautiful dark prince with a voice like furry peaches.

Drusilla loved to suck cock also, as she had demonstrated not long before on the ferris wheel, and loved the way Wesley's hard cock felt in her mouth. So hot to her cool. She knew she was good at sucking and she wanted him to come into her mouth. She wanted to taste him, swallow him, devour him. She pushed him back on the bed and licked the head of his cock and proceeded to lick his balls, before taking one into her mouth and rolling it around. She then did the other one. Wesley's groans became more and more urgent. Even though he had not long before orgasmed, the walk home had given him an appetite and not for food. She sucked him hard and he again exploded into her mouth. She swallowed and licked her lips, kneeling up on the bed looking like the cat that got the cream.

When he had calmed down he made a grab for her and she squealed and tried to get away, but with not much enthusiasm. She wanted to be caught, he knew. He threw her on her back and removed her dress with gentle hands. Afterwards he licked her entire body with long hot strokes; not with the tip of his tongue, but with his entire tongue, laving, sucking, nipping and nuzzling. He licked her pussy and pushed probing fingers in and out of her slit, rubbing her clit. She was cool and tight. She whimpered and arched her hips into his hand, her dark curls brushing his palm. He could feel her wetness and her heady pussy scent assailed his nostrils, making his head swim and his cock even harder.

She was aflame and wanted him now. She used all her vampiric strength to turn him on his back and then sank her pussy onto his ten inches of erect penis. Wesley's breathing became loud in the bedchamber as she slammed herself down on him, desperately trying to gain some friction and release. The look on Wesley's face was one of absolute distraction as he attempted to stave off his impending orgasm for a while longer. Matters weren't helped when Drusilla reached down and fondled her clitoris. He held onto her hips for grim death.

He pounded up into her as she threw back her long hair, screaming as she came with a gush of honey-scented juices all over his dark pubic hairs. The spasm of her climax ensured he followed immediately, but he was relieved that she had come first. Must always satisfy his dark princess; she was always his first priority.

They fell back on the bed and let themselves slowly relax before smiling at one another in adoration. "Tired now petal?" he asked her and she nodded sleepily. "Let's away to Bedfordshire then," he soothed. He snuggled into her and she put her arm around his waist. It wasn't long before they were both asleep; after all, they'd had a tiring day.

Miss Edith and the Kewpie Doll stared down benignly at the naked couple from the shelf. If only they could talk….

~Fin~

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