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Influence of the Demon	By : DevilDuck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 5980 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Movie Night
- 2-Getting Clean
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Influence of the Demon: Getting Clean
The water was a blessing.
A cascade of something hot and pure running down her body soothing aches and washing away all the stress and sweat from a hard night’s slaying. That was why Buffy had always liked showers, how in those stolen moments her body and mind would be cleaned. How she would step out of the steam as a new woman, ready to face whatever the day brought.
Though when things were bad, when there was a lot going on in the world, that process took longer. Long after she was clean, scrubbed from head to toe, she would stay under the spray letting the artificial rain and smell of shampoo take her away from the aches, pains, and other signs of battle. As well as the aches and pains of sex, both that which she had had and that which she hadn’t.
That never use to bother her, the sex that wasn’t’ real, that only existed in her mind, but there had been much more of it lately. There were a lot more moments when she was at home or around town that she saw someone that would get her heart pumping and her mind spinning with possibilities. Even when all alone it was never long before some stray thought made her cock stir.
That was another new development; the cock. It wasn’t that long ago that she had been a normal girl, not counting the whole chosen defender of humanity thing and the near death experience, but now she had a massive equine member hanging between her legs. Its weight changed the way she walked, the way she dressed, and the way she thought. All it took was one wrong step to make it shift reminding her that it was there and what she could do with it.
Right now it was banging against her thighs as she shifted under the shower for a final rinse sending shocks of pleasure up from its flat sensitive head. It had been incredibly hard for her to wash it, to slide her soapy hand up and down its length, without jerking off. Without getting lost in the moment and visions of something other than her fingers wrapping around it. By the time she had ripped her hand away she was half hard and even after rest of the wash it hadn’t gone down. She wasn’t if it would ever go down, if it would ever relax enough for her to try to hide it under her clothes or if she was cursed to having a dick sticking out in front of her until she did something to relieve the pressure.
“Coming in.”
“Dawn!” A gust of cold air made Buffy jump back giving her sister the room she needed to slip past the curtain into the shower.
“You wouldn’t have to share if you didn’t take so long. And keep that away from me.” The teen’s downward glance made it clear that she was talking about the Slayer’s hard cock.
It was amazing how nonchalant she was about it, and the fact Buffy had lazily started jerking off, especially given her normal reaction. Most of the time it seemed like Dawn was obsessed with Buffy’s dick what with the way she fawned over it, constantly tried to touch it, stroke it, or otherwise lavish it with attention. The only thing to really ever keep her in check was the presences of their mother, even then distance helped. To be this close and not make a play for it was suspicious.
The teen had to be up to something, trying to lull her into a false sense of security before she pounced. That was the only reason Buffy stayed there, watched her sister slowly soap her body, instead of making a break for it. She was going to catch her, spot the moment when she tried to turn this into a seduction then pounce, punish the teen and her supple flesh. Really pound her pert little ass until she was sorry. Until she was screaming, gasping, begging for more.
“Aaarg.” Buffy tightened her grip on her own cock as she tried to shut down an orgasm fueled by her imaginings. She was mostly successful but in addition to the grunt a single squirt of cum escaped her, arcing up to hit her sister on the back. Which Dawn pretended to ignore. “You tease.”
“What?” The teen’s turned her head, eyes shut as she started the process of washing her hair.
“Pretending you’re so innocent, that you don’t know what you’re doing. ‘Oh, I’m just taking a shower, what’s wrong with that?’” The Slayer wasn’t talking to her sister, she wasn’t even really talking to herself. She was making her case, laying out all of her sister’s crime for the world so that she would feel justified in doing what she did next. “Well I’m onto you, I know what you want and you’re not going to get it.”
“I don’t want any-”
“You want me to fuck you but I’m not going to,” she continued ignoring her sister’s words even as she grabbed the teen. “I’m going to punish you. Starting with your lying mouth.”
Trapping her in an iron grip the Slayer pushed Dawn down, the soap slicked tiles offering her no purchase to resist nor much support; truthly none was needed, if the teen had just gone limp her older sister would have been more than strong enough to hold her up even with just one hand. Buffy had to admit that part of her was glad she didn’t, she was glad that her sister was putting up a fight; this was punishment after all.
Far too often the teen seemed to enjoy her punishments, squealing and squirming happily no matter how fast Buffy slammed into her, no matter how fast she fucked her sister’s tight holes. This time at least Dawn put up a token of resistance, twisting her head to side even if her mouth snapped open the second the Slayer’s cockhead touched her lips. Even with this reflexive cooperation the teen’s jaw was pushed almost to its limit accommodating her sister’s girth; if she were really fighting there would have been more gagging, enough to be heard over the shower, and pain for both parties.
That might have stopped Buffy, made her pause for a moment before her dick hit Dawn’s throat. Without that she didn’t even stop once she got there, she kept pushing even after her cockhead was pressed firm against the back of her sister’s throat, she kept pushing even after the teen’s head was hard against the tiles trying to get the last few inches of her shaft in. It wasn’t until Dawn’s repeated failures to swallow the impossible had teased her almost to the verge of orgams that the Slayer pulled back.
Even though she hadn’t quite climaxed the sudden reduction of pressure around her member as it left her sister’s mouth freed a backed up supply of precum to fill the vacated space. By the time the ridge around her flat cockhead was tight against the inside of Dawn’s lips her dick had been completely replaced by spit and seed. When she reversed direction, pushing back in, that mixture had to go somewhere. Some of it the teen was able to swallow, gulping quickly before her throat was once more filled with cock, but the rest had to find another path being forced out around Buffy’s girth. Dripping off the shaft and coating the sister’s chin and heavy balls, respectively, in a slime too thick to be quickly washed away.
“Dawn...”
“What?!?” The sound of her mother’s voice sent a spike of panic through the Slayer freezing her at the bottom of her stroke with her groin pressed tight to her sister’s face.
“Buffy?” Judging by the sound of her voice alone the girls’ mother had taken a step further into the bathroom, a step closer to the action in shower. “I thought that your sister was in here.”
“N-no.” It was hard to speak and not moan; especially when the subject of the conversation was gagging on her cock as she struggled to pull far enough back to breath.
“She’s not in her room… Do you think she actually went off to school early?”
“May-be. I don’t-” The Slayer couldn’t saying any more after that; she was too busy cumming. Had her tight, broken words revealed anything? Did her mother have any clue what was going on on the other side of the shower curtain? Was the fall of water loud enough to cover the grunts Buffy couldn’t contain as she unloaded down her sister’s throat? Could Dawn swallow all cum that the Slayer was pumping out? Or, more likely, could she swallow enough of the flow so that the cum that did eventably force its way back up into her mouth and past her lips wouldn’t be enough to overwhelm the clean smells of soap with its own powerful funk?
“I hope she has; if she skips class one more time…” Their mother’s voice faded down the hall before Buffy’s balls had stopped clenching.
“You’ve been skipping class?” Even though the Slayer waited until she had pulled her dick out of Dawn’s throat and mouth before asking the question but it was foolish to expect the girl to answer; oxygen deprived and full of cum it was a miracle that her glazed eyes could even focus on the still hard cock bobbing in front of her. “You’re going to have to pay for that.”
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