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Aspect of the Demon	By : DevilDuck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 29184 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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First Manifestion Part 2
Buffy found herself being turned around on her knees so that she was facing towards the other side of kitchen. In many ways that was an improvement, that put her naked and well fucked sister behind her. That meant she no longer had to look at her own cum leaking out of Dawn, that she no longer had think about how much she clearly fucked up her brain, or worry if that glittering below Dawn’s belly button was real or just a trick of light on slick skin, but it left her looking at Faith, her fellow Slayer, who was already slipping into lust filled madness. She, Faith, was still dressed, had more clothes on than either Summers anyway as Buffy’s pants were still open and sagging down her thighs as she spread her legs wider to make room for the growing weight between them, but she was more confidently erotic, more comfortable with her own sexuality, so she somehow made the smear of cum across her lips look good. It was almost possible to believe that that is how she would want to be seen during any of her seductions.

“I have to admit it the kid didn't do half bad, once I gave her a hand, but I can do better.” Faith maintained eye connect even as she got down on all fours, sliding backwards and lowering her head until it was level with Buffy’s groin and the new growth there. For the first time since that growth, since she had broken the strange demon idol and sprouted this even stranger demonic horsecock, Buffy had the literal high ground.

Up to this point she’d been sick and weakened by the change looking up at her sister and friend from a place on the couch or floor but now it was different. Now she was looking down at Faith, looking down at her friend who had chosen to make herself vulnerable before her, while her blood surged with power. Buffy felt stronger than she ever had, it was a bigger rush than when she had first became the Slayer, back when there was only one and she had yet to meet anyone who could hit back anywhere near as hard. It made her feel like she could do anything, like she could benchpress a car, like she could sprint a mile without breaking a sweat. Like she could pin Faith down with one hand, and use her newish strength to force her new cock into the other Slayer’s mouth or...
Or she could run away. She really should run, she had tried that barely making it into the kitchen before she had been brought down by the other two girls. And her own desires; she had to admit that was part of it, if she had been a little more willing to hurt her friends, or a little less distracted by the new growth between her legs and the strange tugging sensations coming from it, she wouldn’t have been overwhelmed. If she hesitated now it could happen all over again. If she thought just a little too long about how Faith’s mouth was so close that she could feel her breath, both in and out, play across the sensitive skin of her dick and other things Buffy would never flee before this moment broke and the other Slayer made her move. It was just a matter of time before Faith erased the small distance between them pressing her lips against Buffy's shaft. Really, Buffy had to wonder why she hadn’t already.
“What’s this?” Faith’s voice seemed to hit her right in the groin, coiling up her spine to reach her brain completely bypassing her ears, along with her breath making Buffy shiver. Surprisingly it wasn’t the other Slayer’s lips that touched her next but her hand, wrapping around the center of Buffy’s cock and lifting it with one long stroke that left it pointing over the dark hair girl’s shoulder. The obvious, or at least likely, reason to do that would be to get at what’s underneath but Buffy doubted Faith had much interest in hers or any other girl’s pussy; she’d shown no sign of that before this and her focus today has almost entirely been on Buffy’s new cock and what came out of it.
Only Faith’s breath and lips didn’t touch Buffy’s vagina hitting something else, something less sensitive instead. Not that it didn't feel good, or at least pleasant, just strange and not want she expected when she let her friend make her move. The fact that she wasn’t immediately overwhelmed with brain melting pleasure gave her one extra moment to reconsider her failure to run away and how it was too late now to even attempt it without a fight. Or risking Faith’s teeth scraping along whatever bit of delicate skin she was pulling into her mouth. She wanted to know what it was the other Slayer was playing with; it was part of her but she didn’t which, even after she twisted around to look at her own groin past her cock and Faith’s head she didn't see anything that made sense. Nothing that matched the anatomy she’d had this morning, had she grown something to go with the horsedick?
“Your balls are so big.” Those words clinched, she had grown balls and now that Faith wasn’t trying to swallow them she could see them hanging dark and heavy between her thighs. That proof of their existence but the earlier sensations into a new context, it made her realize how sexy it really was to have a testicle filling her friend’s mouth at least theory. Maybe the reality would have been more thrilling if she had known what was happening at the time. There was definitely something nice about how Faith now cupped her balls with her fingers brushing the opening hidden behind them while she started to stroke Buffy’s shaft. “Does that mean you’ll have even more cum this time? One way to find out.”
More cum? How could Buffy possibly cum any more than she had? The loads she had pumped on and into her sister were already unnaturally large. Though the fact that she had that type of cum or a cock to shoot it out of was also unnatural and her growth of testicles just proved that the unnaturalness was not at an end. Nor were Faith’s attempts to extract all the cum she might have out through the cock so large that she had no problem keeping a hand wrapped around it while her mouth moved to cover the flat head. She’d try that before, forcing the fat shaft into her throat, but she could only go so far, about halfway down its length, before reaching her limit.
Even that was enough to make Buffy’s eyes roll up and slump backwards unable to keep herself up on her knees any longer. This was a stronger reaction than last time; maybe it was she had become sensitive after multiple orgasms, maybe it was because she was no longer suffering from a nagging weakness or offness keeping her from fully enjoying the experience. Or maybe it was because she wasn’t fighting it any more. She wasn’t trying to get away or force the other Slayer off; she was just letting it happen, she was letting her friend maintain an iron grip on her dick while she shifted to take it in her mouth once more.
Buffy didn’t just let that happen she actually wanted it to happen. She worked her fingers into the other girl’s dark hair. This was a new experience for her so she tried to maintain a light touch, letting the other girl control things backing up whenever she felt she needed to rather than pulling her down, forcing her cock past any resistance within Faith’s throat. There was something inside her that wanted that, that called for it with an animal growl deep in her gut, but she was going to have to be happy with knowledge that she could do it. That there was nothing Faith could do in her current position to stop her from exerting all of her supernatural might and making the other Slayer gag.
As it was, with Faith nominally in control, there was still a regular sick sound coming out of her as Buffy’s oversized animal dick entered her throat. Faith kept pushing herself further, pressing against her limits, trying to doing what she couldn’t do before and take it all. There was no need to communicate, to try to decipher moans, her intent was clear so that Buffy had no problem at all helping her pulling ever so gently and raising her hip slightly. This helped narrow the gap between lips and groin that had become both their focus to the exclusion of the noise they made or the mess they made; there seemed to be no end to the stream of precum coming out of Buffy’s cock, a healthy portion of which ended up escaping from the other Slayer’s mouth mixed with spit.
Seeing how close they were to their goal gave the hunger inside Buffy new strength making her tighten her grip on the other girl’s head and pull a little harder and longer than before. Not too long, she always gave Faith a chance to breathe but the way her eyes would narrow and water showed the strain. There was only so long they could both keep this up before they reached their limit, not a limit of depth which was being pushed further with each stroke but of endurance. It was just a matter of not too much time at all before either Faith could no longer force herself to block her airway or Buffy could resist the temptation to cum down the throat clenching around her cock, and yet a gap remained angering the beast inside her with its continued existence. She would destroy it even if it took one last, truly brutal thrust that gagged the other girl.
Even that wasn’t enough so she kept pushing, keeping her dick deep inside the other Slayer’s fighting her attempts to pull back as she searched within herself for the last ounce of power she needed. No matter how hard to pushed, how she flexed the muscles in her arms and legs a half-inch of dark skin remained exposed. Feeling Faith’s throat clench around her shaft as her breath started to run out sent a spike of pleasure and frustration through Buffy. She would get all of her dick inside the other girl, and with a growl she made it happen. Somehow.
It didn’t feel like she had done anything different, found any new strength, but something twisted inside and Faith’s throat opened up for her nonetheless. Not just opened but welcomed her, pulling her in until the other Slayer’s lips were press firm against her pelvis. And it felt like she could have taken even more if only Buffy had it to give. All tension, all resistance disappeared letting Buffy relax and enjoy the penetration. Even withdrawing when she let Faith slip from her hold was a pleasure it was so smooth.
“Gug, ump. I did, I got it all, I got to the base.” Faith’s voice contained amazement but not a hint of the roughness it should have after her throat’s abuse; she’d only had to gulp to clear her mouth of the mix of spit and precum that had coated it after the phallic invasion before she could speak clearly. “I’d like to see Dawnie do that.”
Buffy would also like to see that she was ashamed to say. She wasn’t overwhelmed by the first rush of lust anymore and yet the idea of forcing her sister past her limits just like she had her friend; it was enough to make her moan as an extra thick batch of precum traveled up its length, and maybe it might even have been enough to make her cum for real if Faith’s hand hadn’t clamped down around her base shutting it off.
“Now where were we?” Continuing to hold Buffy’s cock with one hand Faith used her other hand to push the other Slayer down flat on her back. That was the position that best let her straddle the Summers girl’s hips and would have been for mounting her if only she’d been willing to let go of Buffy’s dick. She could lift herself, the thick bestial length grinding against her opening all the way up, but not quite high enough to clear the flat head as long as she maintained her iron grip around the shaft’s base. If she had been willing to hunch over and let her hand slip a little bit she could have cleared that hurdle and start the process of actually getting the dick inside her. Only if she did that she would lose the control she need to shut down every twitch.
Instead she turned around, switching her hands twice in the process, so that she was facing away from Buffy and could reach between both their legs. That gave her more room to work, let her twist her wrist and shoulders around so that she was grabbing the horsecock from below even as she lifted herself up above it. The shaft was long enough that its fat end wobbled despite its own hardness or how hard a Slayer could hold its base. Faith’s half-hunched posture was awkward enough that she needed one hand on the floor to support her so she couldn’t use that hand to help hold the flat head against her open and if she was going to move her right hand the more tempting targets were down. That left her bouncing up and down hoping that Buffy’s dick would enter her instead bumping off, smearing precum over her thighs, pussy, and even her belly every time it did.
By all rights this should have been a futile pursuit but over the repetitions she learned how the cock was going to bounce and bend, and how she had to swivel her hips to meet its wild movement. By twitching her hips back just at the moment of impact she could keep the horsecock pressed against her pussy just a little longer. If she then flicked her hips forward she could maintain contact for a moment more. Rolling and grunting Faith was basically fucking the dick without penetration so that when it eventually happened it was a relief for both of them so it was only natural she would take a small pause once the ridge was inside her. What was less natural was how slowly she lowered herself once she started moving again; it was struggle, a strain on the muscles of even her thighs not to just drop and let gravity do the work of driving the dick deep into her yet she maintained her slow pace even after Buffy put hands on her hips to encourage her descent.
“No, no, I’m in control.” Faith gave the base of Buffy’s cock one extra hard squeeze to make it clear she was the one in charge and that the other Slayer better move her hands. “I’m setting the pace. I’m the one who decides how fast, how deep we go-oh.”
Her words turned into a moan as she seemed to hit her limit, her cunt being painfully stretched by the horsecock with a healthy amount still exposed. This only sense, Dawn hadn’t been able to take it all without Faith pushing her down, but the Slayer had hoped to do better on her own. Hoping to loosen the passage at least a little bit she pushed herself up only to let herself sink once more in long, slow strokes. As progress and more of the fat shaft made it into her she had to give up her hold on Buffy’s base letting all the precum she’d trapped below the pinch escape up and out adding some much needed lubrication. So great was the volume of white mess rushing into her that Faith could almost believe that the girl below her had just cum if she hadn’t already seen just how big of a mess that really made. It did serve as reminder of just how productive Buffy’s balls were.
And that she had balls. There they were when Faith reached for them, wet with the liquids the had leaked from their joining and heavy with the liquids yet to be released. Once they were in her hand she didn’t just hold them, she rolled them, pinched them, and even squeezed them getting much more of reaction from that then she had before the blowjob. Now when she circled her thumb over the fat orbs Buffy moaned and when she closed her hand Buffy would gasp at the pressure. This gave Faith a new game, a way to keep the other Slayer twitching without ever quite letting her cum. Combined with the fact that she had finally relaxed enough to slide all of the way down the shaft meant she could make the massive horsecock throb deep within her whenever she wanted. She could rise, she could fall, she could exert over stretched internal muscles and chase pleasure without letting Buffy even once get close to the edge of her own.
The first time the girl above her shuddered and moaned in orgasm Buffy had had enough; she had had enough of Faith’s teasing, of her slow pace, of her mistaking belief that she was in charge. No, Buffy was the one in charge, she was the more experienced Slayer, she was the stronger Slayer, and she was the one with the dick. And she was the one with the dick, the dick everyone was obsessed with, that everyone wanted, that’s what mattered right? She was the one who got to decide if Faith even got to see her dick let alone touch it, suck it, fuck it, and she didn’t have to. She had enough control, now anyway, that she could end this whenever she wanted. And fuck Dawn instead. Or someone else, preferably someone not related. If she was going to be nice enough to fuck Faith, to give her the dicking she wanted, then she was going to do it right and end all this teasing.
With a growl, almost a swallowed roar, Buffy sat up all but throwing the other Slayer off were it not for how she had grabbed the girl’s hips as she continued to rise up onto her knees. This put Faith’s face inches above the floor, forcing her to scramble to get arms under her for support so her nose didn’t hit hardwood. She managed to stave off that initial impact but she was still struggling to push herself up at least to the horizontal when the other Slayer slammed into her from behind, reseating her horsecock back up to its hilts. This impact made her gasp like the dick was displacing the air from lungs.
It was more than just the depth of the penetration, Faith had had the cock just as deep inside her before the change in position, but the force behind it that shook her up. This was but the first of what turned out to be many thrusts and, whether by intent or by chance, the rhythm Buffy used was the worst possible for Faith’s stability; there was a pause when Buffy was at her deepest, that was not quite long enough for the other Slayer to catch her breath before the slow withdraw and sudden reentry. Making matters worse was how most of this movement was accomplished not by the twitch of Buffy’s hips but rather through how she used her hold on the kneeling girl’s waist to push her away and pull her back keeping her rocking on her knees and elbows.
“That’s better.” Buffy’s first words were soft, almost a sigh, becoming rougher as she continued punctuating each sentence with an extra thrust. “No more teasing. No more games. No more pretending you’re in charge. Who’s in charge?”
“Yaag.” An inarticulate moan was the best Faith could manage under the continued sexual assault, the other Slayer seeming to see no need to ease up even if she was going to ask questions.
“What was that?”
“Y-you.” If she focused, gave all of her attention to the shape of her mouth and completely giving up on even the idea of holding herself up Faith could just managed to get the word out.
“What about me?” Buffy on the other hand had no problem speaking.
“Y-you’re.. in.. charge.” That surrender took the last of her energy leaving her limp, a ragdoll being jerked back and forth along the other girl’s dick that seemed to fill more of her, or at least her mind, with each thrust.
“Damn. Right.” Buffy was pushing faster now, barely getting out one word before bottoming out, but it still wasn’t quite enough. She needed to fuck the other Slayer harder, to get above her and push down into her with all her might. Faith should be tough enough to take it.
“Oh, god,” Faith moaned as her cheek was pressed into the floor. She could do little more than that and drool as blood and pleasure rushed to her head. This new inverted position wrecked her; it wasn’t that Buffy’s newly grown horsecock was going any deeper or pressing on some new place on its way in, it was too fat for it to miss anything no matter the approach, but rather that gravity made Buffy’s even newer fall on Faith’s clit every time she bottomed out. This little bit of unnecessary stimulation was more than she could handle, she’d already been pushed past the limits of her control so this left her riding an endless wave of orgasm that never quite crested or crashed until the other Slayer unloaded inside her.
“Aaagh.” Whatever noise Faith made was drowned out by Buffy’s own groan as she came. Her balls clenched and her cocked twitched, hard enough that it seemed to move the hips she was holding, with each shot of extra thick cum she pushed out until there was no room left for it. It wasn’t that she was done just that Faith was so full that she couldn’t pump any more into her, the pressure kept her backed up forcing her to withdraw if she wanted to finish.
Buffy’s cock had swollen so much during her interrupted orgasm that it had made the other Slayer’s pussy a painfully tight fit, tight enough that the dark haired girl was actually lifted ever so slightly by their joining as Buffy straightened before gravity pulled her back down. Once she started to move she only picked up speed so that she quickly ended up slipping off the blonde’s shaft and slumped at her feet. On her way down she felt the horsecock start to release the last restrained bit of its load in a volley so large that it was still going even as the flat head sprung free spraying across the kitchen.
“Look at this mess.” There was a mixture of awe and pride in Buffy’s voice as she pointed her cock at her friend hoping to prevent anymore stray shots and contain the worst of her cum. She also hoped that once she milked the last of her cum out onto Faith’s sticky skin, her stomach shining just like Dawn’s, she was would calm down enough to put her pants back on. And maybe start cleaning. “Or you two could clean up since this is all your fault.”
There was no way of telling if their moans were in response to her words or the abuse they’d suffered.
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