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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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Second Manifestation Part 1
Dawn choked on a dildo.
She didn’t understand it; when she was with Buffy she had not trouble swallowing her sister’s flathead cock but on her own she couldn’t get half as much purple rubber down her throat. By all rights she should have had an easier time with the dildo, it was smooth and flexible and not at all like the fat member hanging between Buffy’s legs and yet she could already feel the strain in her jaw. Maybe the copious amounts of precum her sister put out acted as a lubricant, maybe her sister’s cock stretched her mouth so much that that it went numb or maybe it was just that the real thing was always better. With the real thing Dawn would have been focused on what she was doing, not how she was doing it. She would be so lost in the moment that she wouldn’t feel any discomfort in her throat or pressure in her lungs. She definitely wouldn’t noticed the crashed from downstairs.
Dawn choked on the dildo again. This time when trying to pull it out of her throat quickly, without any of the care that she used to feed it in. The sudden spasm stopped her in her tracks making it take even longer to clear her airways then it would have if she had just done things the right way in the first place. Once she got the toy out past her lips there was still the matter of setting aside the spit covered thing and finding something to wear. She was not confronting an invading vampire in her underwear. Not again.
Picking up a few items of clothes off the floor she scrambled for the stairs as she pulled them on. If there really was a demon or something breaking in she really should stop to get some sort of weapon but she was busy trying to bounce into a pair of shorts tight enough to be a challenge even when she took her time. Plus it was the middle of the afternoon so the odds that it actually a vamp or some other demon making all that noise were pretty slim.
It was much more likely to be Faith going stir crazy, frustrated with her inability to move freely about town, and causing trouble. She’d already torn through all the junk food in the house, wrecked whatever training gear had been setup in the basement, when she wasn’t sneaking out to stomp on demons, and all that was before Buffy grew her dick and started fucking both of them. Since then Faith’s path of destruction had expanded to include ransacking the entire Summers’ house peeking into every nook and cranny in search of something. She’d definitely found some clothes to borrow such the far too pink shirt she was wearing as she sat on the floor grinning like an idiot.
“I did it.” Okay, her grin was more ‘manic’ than ‘idiot’.
“Did what?”
“I got it to work.”
“What?” Then Dawn saw it, rough chunks of carved stone on the coffee table next to a hammer. “You broke the statue! How are we suppose to figure out what it was? What it did?”
“What it did was give me a dick. Just like Buffy.” She did have a dick. And no pants.
“Not really.”
“Come on.” Faith hopped up, the shaft sticking up from her groin bouncing before she grabbed it. “Look at this, this is no normal cock.”
“You mean aside from the whole being on a girl thing?”
“Yes; look at it.” Faith waved the flat head of her dick at Dawn showing off at least one point of similarity between it and the other Slayer’s demon dick.
“Alright, I can maybe see it but it’s nowhere near as big.”
“It’s huge.”
“Not really, I have toys bigger than that.” Well toy. “And Buffy has balls, you’ve played with them enough that I’m surprised you didn’t notice the lack.”
“Um, Buffy didn’t grow her balls until after she had sex the first time.”
“So you’re out of luck.”
“What?”
“Who’s going to have sex with you?”
“What!” Faith let go of her new and eager horsecock to close on the teenager grabbing her arms and pinning her against the couch. “What’s wrong with me?”
“You’re some sort of bedicked freak, no one’s going to be into that; it’s not like your personality is going to bring them in.”
“You didn’t have a problem getting on your knees for Buffy.”
“She treats me better than you-”
“She accused you of being a thief.”
“And she’s packing some serious heat.”
“You have no idea what I’m packing.” Faith couldn’t get any closer, she was already rubbing said package against Dawn.
“I can see it from here, I’m not impressed.”
“You’ll be plenty impressed when once I put it in you.”
“Like I’d notice.” Did that make her slut? It sounded tough in Dawn’s head but now that she had said it she wasn’t so sure.
“I’ll have you begging for mercy once I wreck your ass.”
“Would you?”
“What?” The sudden shift, the way Dawn’s voice went from bratty to eager, threw Faith making her step back. You did not expect anyone to react that well to a threat.
“I could use the practice, I want to be ready should Buffy decide to go back there.”
“You can’t use me for a rehearsal; you don’t use me!”
“It wouldn’t be the same as the real thing.”
“Real thing?” Faith was losing control of the situation, if she ever had it.
“Oh, you know what I mean. It won’t be the same as Buffy but it would be better than a dildo. If only because I wouldn’t have to handle both ends of the thing. I guess a strap on would be just as good.”
“A strapon? A strapon!” She starting to get mad. Not once during this conversation had Dawn shown her the respect, fear, or lust she deserved. Now the teen had just equated her to an inanimate object, a piece of plastic, and acted like she could order her around. She couldn’t tell her what to do, Faith was a Slayer damnit and a well hung one at that. Not as large as Buffy, true, but when you took into account that they were the only two Slayers in history to have dicks she was well ahead of the curve. “This is no strapon, this is the real thing.”
“Yeah, the real thing that going to cum real fast then go real soft.”
“I’ll last plenty long enough.”
“Long enough to bore me maybe.” A distant look crossed Dawn’s face. “You know if you go to that store I’m not supposed to know about you could probably buy a strapon and be back here anyone got home.”
“I don’t need no strapon!” That was it, Faith grabbed the teen again and spun her around so that she was bent over the arm. “Let me prove it.”
“Hey!” Dawn tried to twist back but the Slayer had a hand on her back pushing her down even as she pulled on waist of her shorts with the other lifting her off her feet. For a moment Dawn hung suspended, balanced between these two forces and supported by her hips on the padded arm, until her seams audibly gave.
If she had managed to fasten the front there would have been more than just one pop, the denim would have ripped right through leaving Dawn naked from the waist down. As it was only a single stitch on each side had to go to relieve the pressure and let Faith yank the shorts down to her thighs trapping her legs together and letting her whole body fall forward so that her shoulder dug into the cushion and took her weight. This also pointed her ass almost straight up.
“You can’t do this, Buffy wouldn’t want you to do this.” Dawn tried to say something that would make Faith stop before things went any further. At this point it had already gone further than she had meant with her teasing but if they walked away now there would be no need to tell Buffy. At this point Faith hadn’t done much more than touch her, grabbing hold of her ass cheeks as they were pushed into their perkiest shape ever through a combination of position and the upward squeeze of her shorts. It was not like she had pulled those cheeks apart or rested her newly grown dick along the crack. “I’m not ready.”
“That’s why we practice.” Faith didn’t do either of those things; she was much more direct pressing her cockhead againt Dawn’s anus. And pushing.
“No. Wait.” Dawn clawed at the soft surface of the couch which gave rather providing any purchase. She didn’t know whether she was trying to pull away or push back against the Slayer all she did know is that without any lube or preparation the flat cockhead wasn’t going to enter her. “It’s, it’s…”
“It’s what?”
“It’s-” It’s too big, it was not going to fit, but Dawn couldn’t say that. Not after the hard time she’d given Faith earlier. There was just nothing else she could say that would make sense. “It’s not right.”
“It’s not right? I don’t think that was what you were going to say.” The Slayer’s hands shifted so that the curved around the other girl’s waist, her fingertips resting above the bend of her pelvis, giving a little more leverage for the steady pressure she was applying. “I think you were going to say I was too big.”

“No.” Dawn tried to relax well aware that the only, really, was forward. They couldn’t stay like this, trapped on the edge of frustration, nor was Faith likely to back down not when she had something to prove. If Dawn could just relax, try to open up everything would be much easier but she was too much of brat to do that. “You’re not worth it, you’re nothing special.”
“Why you-”
“Ehp!” That did it, that was what Dawn had to say to push Faith over the edge, to make her angry enough to use her Slayer for at least some of what it was worth. She gave one good thrust powered mostly by her arms that pulled Dawn up onto her shaft. It was very direct and somewhat brutal, forcing an exclamation from Dawn’s lips even as it forced past her resistance, but it got the job done.
Once the flat head of the equine dick was inside her everything became easier; there was a lot more give within Dawn’s ass than at its opening so the Slayer’s shaft ended up fitting comfortably. It wasn’t hard at all for Faith to push in another inch or so as she lowered them both back down on to the couch. It was harder to pull back the teen’s anus maintaining a tight grip that only seemed to get tighter when the stroke switched direction almost as if tensing in response to change. If she had wanted to go hard and fast this would have shut her down.
Not that Faith wanted that, not at the moment anyway.
At the moment she just wanted to enjoyed the almost cozy embrace of an ass, and her victory. Despite what the teen had earlier said she certainly seemed impressed by what the Slayer was packing; she had grunted loud enough when she had first been pierced and she continued moan ever so softly as they grew accustomed to each other. It was a lot like cuddling had gotten an upgrade and would be plenty after.
First Faith had to do something about the fire in her blood, the overwhelming lust that came part and parcel with her new anatomy. The sexdrive that was the only thing that kept Buffy fucking them, that could overcome her goody two-shoes self image, if only for a few minutes at a time. Faith didn’t have any such delusions about either of their moralities; they both had the same urges the fight and fuck but Faith admitted it. And knew that it didn’t have to be about love. That it could be just for fun, to blow off steam, and because it felt good. Once you took the whole incest taboo off the table there was nothing holding her back.
There was no reason for her not to fuck the teen she had bent over. There was no reason for her not to start moving her hips, to start a slow withdraw only to be sucked back in, a little deeper each time. Only a few strokes were needed for her to end up buried to the hilt, what would have been balls deep if she had any, her groin firm against Dawn’s ass. From that point on her strokes ended with a slap, the sound of their skin meeting again and again drowning out any noise that they made with their voices. They may have moaned, they almost certainly grunted but those were not the sounds they would remember.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?!” That was sound they would remember, the sound of Buffy yelling at them, or rather Faith, as soon as she walked through the front door.
Faith tried to turn, to show that they were equals once more, that no Slayer was better than the other but the tightness that made Dawn’s ass feel so good kept her locked in place. Twisting at speed just made it worse, made the teen clamp down even tighter and made Faith grunt instead of speaking. She didn’t get a word out, didn’t get a chance to make her argument before the other Slayer was there trying to pull her off.
“What do you think you’re doing to my sister?!” The emphasis was definitely on the ‘my’ not the ‘sister’ but Buffy probable didn’t realize it being too busy wrapping an arm around Faith’s neck and wrenching back. The screwing two were too tightly joined for that to do much more than make them grunt and curse.
“Fuck.” They both said that but Dawn was the one able to complete the thought. “She’s fucking me.”
“What?!”
“I’m,” moving carefully and slowly in the little bit of slack Buffy gave her Faith withdrew an inch or two, just enough shaft to show what had changed since that morning, “fucking her.”
“Who said you could?” There was no better indicator of just how strange their lives were then how quickly Buffy seemed to register and accept the fact that Faith too had grown a dick being much more concerned with what she was doing with the dark skinned thing. “Who said you could even touch her, let alone do something like this? Out here?”
“I-” There was that, Buffy had been very clear that nothing sexual could happen in the living room, or the kitchen, or anywhere else on the ground floor. While Faith didn’t want to admit that the other Slayer had any authority over her but it was the Summers’ house, and it was a good idea, so being reminded that she was breaking that rule sent an unexpected wave of guilt through Faith.
“Do you think the fact that you grew a dick gave you the right? Made you special?”
“Ye- erk.” Buffy cut off Faith’s response via the simple expediency of tightening her grip.
“Do you think having a dick lets you have sex whereever you want? Do you want this? Do you want to have sex?”
“Yes!” That’s all Faith wanted. She may have wanted power, to feel like Buffy’s equal once more, but that could wait. Now that she had all the hormones that came with a dick surging through her system, now with Buffy holding her from behind, she would do almost anything to fuck. Even submit.
“Do you want to get fucked in the ass? You had no problem fucking my sister in the ass,” there was that possessive emphasis again, “do you want to know what it feels like?”
“Yes.” In that moment she would have agreed to anything even anal sex. Hell anal sex actually sounded pretty good with a little lube and a little prep work only she didn’t get that. Even as she was speaking Buffy was bending her over by necessity pushing her down and back into the teen beneath her. She was being moved into position to be fucked even before Buffy was ready to mount her meaning she had to be held there for a moment while the other Slayer dealt with her pants which would have been, well not fine but acceptable, if Dawn didn’t squirm.
The teen twisted beneath the Slayers trying to see what was going on behind, pulling at Faith’s dick in the process making her grunt and almost cum were it not for the pain of her member being wrenched sideways. She didn’t know how Dawn could move like that without showing more discomfort, maybe asses were more flexible than she thought which would be nice given what was about to happen to her.
She could already feel the large flat head of the other Slayer’s dick pressing on her backdoor; she’d felt this dick before, had it inside her, explored every inch of it with her hands and mouth every chance she got, but it had never felt this big. There was no way that Buffy had gotten bigger, not since this morning, so it must be nerves and Faith wasn’t going to let that hold her back. She wasn’t going to let fear control her, or let anyone else see even a hint of that fear, nor would she let there be any room to suggest that Dawn was better than her so she pushed back.
She shoved her ass up trying to spear herself on Buffy’s dick, even as her own was held in a vise like grip, only for the other Slayer to push her back down. Clearly Summers wanted to tease her, strip her of all illusions of control, and would take her time to do so. Faith was held down, one hand on the small of her back, while Buffy used her other to slowly guide her oversized cock in. And it was slow.
Buffy held her own dick right below the flare of its flathead so that she was stopped less by the resistance of the other Slayer’s puckered anus and more by her hand running into the other girl’s rear forcing her to change her grip. A little ground was lost during the switch as she had yet to force her way past the first tight ring of muscle that sealed Faith’s ass. Pushing again she used her hand to do most of the work, not just acting as a guide, so that the force was being applied directly at her cockhead and there wasn’t even the slightest possibility that her hard shaft would try to bend or slide off target. It just wasn’t that effective of way to do things. She made some progress, to open Faith up, start stretching her out but she had yet to cross a crucial threshold so she got pushed back every time she let up.
“Just fuck me already.”
“Why would I do that? Because you asked?”
“No, not, um,” Faith was finding it harder and harder to think. Every time Buffy teased, applied a little pressure on her rear, a reaction ran through her; she would gasp, twitch, and moan, her own dick throbbing inside Dawn. It was a miracle that she didn’t cum, it was almost as if the part of her that knew what was coming, that filled her with anticipation held her back, kept her ready for the moment when it came.
“Please,” she begged, the need plain in her voice, right before Buffy finally pushed into her giving her release. Her body acted on its own, arching and thrusting between the Summers’ bodies, as a wave of pleasure took over her. For a countless time nothing existed but the fireworks in her mind, even her body slipped into unreality. She couldn’t really tell for example how much she had cum; it could have been the gallons she imagined, or more likely not a drop, either were possible with how her loins ached. Though that might have something to do with the horsecock now buried in her gut.
She hadn't felt it enter her, not after the first inch, but she could feel it now. She could feel it stretching her out, pressing on her belly from the inside, grinding against Dawn’s back through a thin layer of skin. It wasn't like Buffy was fucking her, it was more like she was teasing her sister, coming as close as she could to fucking her as she could get with Faith in the way. In the long moment where Faith had been lost to the world the other Slayer’s hands had moved to the hips of the girl at the bottom of the sandwich and held onto them the way you would hold on to a lover while she thrust. Faith seemed all but forgotten dragged along by the steel hard cock inside her until she moaned.
“Look who’s back with us,” Buffy’s voice didn’t quite contain the cruelty those words deserved but her next thrust was harder though there were plenty of explanations for that. She could have been holding back, trying to be gentle on Faith while she was not all there, or saving her strength for when Faith would feel it most. Of course the increased brutality of Buffy’s thrusts could be chalked up to a matching increase in her excitement.
Surely she must be nearing her own climax; she’d been fucking Faith’s ass for a while now without the pain of violation that could only hold Faith and Dawn so far back. Even with it their own pleasure built, Dawn kept bucking her hips back to meet her sister’s diverted thrusts. Faith tried to do likewise but her pleasure pulled her in two directions; part of her was focused downward, on fucking Dawn, but another part was focused on Buffy, on trying to make the most of the dick inside her until it flooded her gut with cum. Unfortunately whenever she would choose one path to follow the other Summers girl would do something to knock her off it. Most often and damningly whatever they did made her tighten down on Buffy’s cock locking them together, making her grunt.
“What’s the matter? Too much for you? Dawn’s holding up just fine.” No she wasn’t, she had been reduced to a whimpering drooling thing, but still her body managed to respond to each thrust. Faith could not say the same.
She could speak, maybe, if tried and was willing to give up all attempts at controlling her body’s reactions and movement. But she wasn’t willing to do that. She wasn’t willing to make that surrender, not yet. She was not willing to give in and begin barrelling towards her second orgasm before Buffy had her first. She wouldn’t give up and let the dose of pleasure overwhelm her; she wouldn’t let the pressure building inside her win, she wouldn’t let Buffy win. She would hold out until she felt Buffy flood her guts, until she was washed away on a sea of demon seed, until-
“Nooo-ah!” Faith’s cry was equal parts declaration and defeat, a bid to strengthen her control even as it slipped away. Even if Buffy had no idea of the full extent of their competition, what it symbolized for Faith, she had to know that she was holding back and what that word meant even without the more noticeable physical reactions.
This orgasm was weaker than her first one, Faith didn’t blackout this time, meaning she got to actually enjoy every moment of it. She got to feel the rush of cum surging up her shaft, feel how muscles even she didn’t know she had worked to power each shot and setting the Summers off. Faith clenched only three times before she was dry while Buffy thundered on. The other Slayer’s already large cock seemed to grow larger still as it throbbed inside her rear; every bit of cum Buffy pushed out was preceded by a swelling of her dick almost as if it were making room for the next load. By the time she was done Faith’s guts felt swollen with cum.
Faith’s own meager performance would have been a disappointment were it not for the fact that she could feel her own seed leaking out of Dawn’s stretched ass around her shrinking dick. She was spent, collapsing while in contrast Buffy remained rock hard and ready, keeping Faith’s ass plugged so none of her own significantly larger load leaked out. Until she started moving again that is; her first slow backstroke broke the seal releasing a trickle of the sticky white stuff to run down over Faith’s pussy and shaft before mixing with the mess between Dawn’s legs.
“Oh my god.” The words were soft but the shock of hearing a fourth voice was enough to make all three turn towards the kitchen where Joyce, the Summers’ mother, stood watching them in shock.
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