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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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Third Manifestation part 1
The skirt was not working.
Despite all the evidence to the contrary Buffy had held out some hope. Over the past weeks the Slayer had had increasing difficulty with her pants, what with her new appendage and all. At first, when the horsecock between her legs had been newly grown, she could at least get her pants on. She could shove the flaccid member down one leg of her jeans, creating a fat lump running the length of her thigh, and it would stay there long enough for her to fasten the fly. That wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, even the softest denim squeezed her almost painfully tight, but she was dressed and could go out in public. Once she got hard, and she always got hard sooner or later, usually sooner, the seam would start biting into her making things worse. Making it almost impossible for her to keep from tearing her pants off.
More recently she’d had trouble getting that far, she was almost never fully soft; at best, while she was still freshly spent and before she had had time to cleanup, there was enough give to her shaft she could just about force her dick into her pants if she acted fast enough. Actually dealing with the zipper before the blood rushed back into her member was normally too much to ask. And increasingly it was the material of the pants that gave out before her resolve once confronted with the pressure of an engorged cock. Here wardrobe was shrinking, hence the skirt.
Which wasn’t working.
Oh, it fit. She had even been able to find one in her closet long enough to completely cover dick, without being so long that it hindered movement, but it did nothing to conceal the appendage. The breezy material that made it a joy to wear was too light to restrain the meat between her thighs; from an almost subtle bulge to a horizontal protrusion the skirt rose and fell with her cock, thankfully the weight of her member was such that it rarely ended truly upright on its own. That would just be a little too obvious.
Less obvious was the smell of her cock and balls that was free to waft about given the lack of restraint around her bits. The heady mix of sex and sweat had a decidedly animal quality to it which might mislead many who got a whiff but for those that knew it was unmistakable. For Buffy this was just an annoyance, a reminder of how her body had changed; for those who had the misfortune to be on the receiving end of lust it was a drug, one of many reminders what Buffy’s changed body could do to them. The women she had slept with were all too eager to repeat the experience; would it be safe for her to be in the room as one of them with only a flimsy skirt covering her cock?
“Buffy. Dinner.” She was going to have to find out. Her mother was calling to her, waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek that would have passed as maternal were it not for how the older woman moved to ensure that she rubbed against her daughter’s cock. Even that was restrained compared to what others might have done; other people in this very house would have grabbed hold turning a simple encounter into a handjob right in the hallway rather than stepping back to get a look at her. “Oh, don’t you look nice.”
“I don’t know, I think I need new clothes.” The Slayer fiddled with her skirt trying to smooth material without touching the shaft over which it was ruffled.
“Maybe you’re right, that top is a little tight. I was going to take your sister shopping for new bras, we could pick up something for you when we’re out. You know I think Faith is also getting bigger, up there; maybe there’s something in the water.”
What should have been a joke so lame it wouldn’t even deserve a groan sent a chill up Buffy’s spine when she recognized its truth. Buffy’s breasts had gotten bigger, not as much as Dawn’s, but much of the teen’s growth could be chalked up to still being a teen, nor as much as Faith’s but she had been trying to ignore that. There was no innocent explanation for that growth, there was no reason why the Slayers should be getting bustier. Except for their dicks.
It was easy to forget that Faith had undergone her own transformation, had grown her own phallic addition, since it got so little use. At least while Buffy was around. The other Slayer might be more eager to get her dick wet but when they were together it was always Buffy who came out on top. And inside. And everywhere else really.
Maybe that was the difference; whatever force had caused the Slayers to grow dicks could be causing them to grow bustier, and who knew how much cum Faith had swallowed could be what’s causing her to grow bustier still. If that were true it would also explain why Dawn had become the bustiest of them all, she was the only one who ever gave into Faith’s advances and therefore had swallowed more cum than anyone else. It was a decent enough theory even if it did leave some holes. And Buffy looking sideways at her mother looking for any change there.
“Alright girls here she is but don’t get any ideas,” Joyce spoke as she guided Buffy into the dining room where Faith and Dawn were already sitting, “we’re going to have a nice meal without one of you crawling under the table.”
“But Mom…” The way the Dawn whined made it clear that the teen had been planning to do just that.
“No ‘buts’; and Faith move that seat back to where it belongs.” The sound of a chair scraping back in place proved that the other Slayer had been planning her own more subtle move on Buffy. She wasn’t one to just drop her knees but she was more than willing to try to tease Buffy into giving up her control in a bid to be the top cock.
After that the start of dinner was surprisingly normal with plates being filled and dishes passed without a single lewd comment or come-on. The only thing separating it from a scene out of Norman Rockwell was the fact that talking about their day included the ‘how was the Slaying?’ That was a question Buffy only offered a noncommittal grunt to letting Faith take over the heavy lifting of narrating the previous night’s adventure in demon killing, a task that required an extraordinary about gesticulating. Throughout it all Buffy hated how aware she was of the women around her, how they were all hers.
That sense of ownership more than anything else fueled her lust; more than the skin on the display, more than memories of past encounters, more than the scent of the other women’s arousal that she could somehow pickup even over the smell of chicken. Knowing that she could turn this dinner into an orgy, that she could bend any of them over the table whenever she wanted sent blood rushing to her groin until her hard cock hung off the end of her chair dripping precum onto the floor. The one real advantage of a skirt over pants is that it wouldn’t be ruined by her arousal.
No, there might be a second advantage in the fact that her erection wasn’t being crushed by her clothes forcing her to shift and squirm in an attempt to get comfortable letting everyone else at the table know what state she was in.That made it possible for her to pretend that this was a normal, pre-cock dinner; at least her mother took back control of the conversation.
“Girls, there is something important for the entire family to know, I don’t know how to say this… Buffy’s going to be a father.”
“What!?!”
“How did you know?” That reaction stood out, making all eyes turn towards Faith who immediately tried and failed to cover. “I mean, what do you mean? ...Alright, what gave me away?”
“Are, are you, you know?” Buffy struggled to wrap her mind around the very concept. “How?”
“How do you think?” That was very snotty for a woman who had just accidentally admitted that she was pregnant but it did act as a confirmation. “I guess fucking three times a day had an affect.”
“Faith, language.” Joyce was firm without the need to raise her voice. “Now I wasn’t talking about you but I’m glad we can go through this together.”
“Mom, no Mom. We haven’t even, not that many times.” This was even worse than the idea that she had knocked up her fellow Slayer. “You’re so old, not that old, I mean, can you even get…?”
“Yes dear, I can in fact get pregnant and I have. You’re going to have a little daughter/sister.” Why did she have to phrase it that way? “Dawnie, you’ve been very quiet, how do you feel about having a couple of nieces?”
“Um,” the teen didn’t look up from her plate where she continued poking around peas, “I took the test yesterday.”
“Nope. I’m not, aggh!” Standing fast Buffy actually managed to whack her erection on the underside of the table creating a sudden spike of pain and another reason to be upset. “No, no, I’m going.”
Waving everyone off she stormed out the back door and into town letting instinct guide her as she tried not to think about the pileup of revelations. Tried not to think about how each one made pride well up inside her; much like the earlier sense of ownership had made her feel powerful and horny, confirmation of her acquired virility made her feel like a god. Before her mind could to terms with the news her body reacted, her blood surged with the desire to celebrate in the only way appropriate; by fucking each mother to be into a drooling mess.
Thankfully she was still somewhat a rational being, able to keep her urges in check at least for a moment, at least long enough for her to start thinking about the implications. At least long enough for her to flee temptation before her control broke down. Buffy knew very well that if she had stayed would have given into all sorts of kinky temptations when someone should really be thinking about what it meant to bring three new lives into the world and not just how much fun it was making them. Nor idling wonder if it would possible to pump even more babies into them. She knew very well that wasn’t how things worked but it was still the fantasy distracting her from her attempts to worry when a voice broke her out of her aimless wander.
“God Summers, you stink.” The blonde vampire had managed not only to sneak up on the Slayer but arranged herself in a causal lean against a headstone, because of course they were in a graveyard, before speaking.
“Not now Harmony.”
“Ah, having a bad day? Well it’s about to get worse.”
“Why because I have to talk to you?”
“Come on, I got the drop on you fair and- and what is that smell?”
“Harm-”
“It’s kind of like a locker room or… uh! Riding camp. It smells just like stables that day we caught Mrs. Hensen in a stall with one of the inst-”
“Shut up!” The ditz was coming dangerously close to correctly identifying the horsy smell of sex clinging to Buffy. At the same time she still hadn’t noticed that the Slayer had a, still mostly hard, cock swinging beneath her skirt. Now that Buffy had pinned her against the slab of granite she had been in an attempt to appear cool Harmony would have to look down to spot it which was an improvement, right? It wasn’t like the once and current mean girl was ever very observant. It was much more likely that Buffy’s cock would make its known; filling with hot, hot blood until it was hard and tall, rising up to brush the cold flesh of the other girl.
“Gad, Summers. Why so aggro?”
“I’m the Slayer, you’re a vampire; I. Slay. Vampires.” Suddenly a cruel idea sparked in Buffy’s mind, a way to finally make Harmony be quiet. “I should slay you; I should take my big. Hard. Stake. And shove it into you.”
“C-come on Buffy, be serious, we’re fri- we went to school together. What the Hell is THAT?!” A textbook, almost cliched attempt at distraction that wouldn’t have worked at all if the vampire had pointed past the Slayer or towards the far side of the cemetery. Instead her focus was straight down; down towards Buffy’s hard cock which had worked its way out from under her skirt and risen as far as it could rise given its weight. Far enough for the pink ridge that marked the transition from shaft to flat head, and her member as something that didn’t belong between any human’s legs, was clearly visible. The precum that flowed whenever she was turned on was starting to fill the air with its scent, if Buffy could smell it then the vampire’s heightened senses surely would have picked it up a while ago likely being what drew her attention.
“That?” Her plan had been to just scare the vampire but that plan was shifting, she had more important needs than shutting her up. “That’s my new stake; want a closer look?”
“Whaa?” Yes, being a Slayer made Buffy stronger than a normal girl, it made her stronger than most bodybuilders, but Harmony should have been able to put up more of a fight than that; it shouldn’t have been that easy to force a vampire down to their knees. Oh, she did resist, the way she strained and thrashed about left no doubt that it wasn’t an act, that she really wasn’t happy about being eye to eye with a horsecock but Buffy had no trouble getting her there with just one hand.
“It may not be as ‘pointy’ as what I use to use but it does the job.” Her right hand might still be tangled up in the vampire’s hair, keeping her in place, but that left her left free to rub her cock across the other woman’s face smearing it with precum. “You don’t look like you believe me, you don’t believe I can stake you with it but I can. Let me show you.”
Yanking back on a handful of bleached hair to make her yelp was rougher treatment than Buffy used with the girls at home, even as punishment, but Harmony was a vampire after. She was the enemy so a little roughness was expected, even necessary. Once she had an open mouth in front of her, at cock height, it would be rude of her not to use it; not to shove her dick in past those red lips stretching them to their limits. This move wasn’t the kindest to Harmony’s makeup, causing her lipstick to smear and eyeliner to run before Buffy reached to point where she normally backed off giving her partner a moment to breathe. Only vampires didn’t need to breathe.
There was no reason why the Slayer couldn’t keep pushing forward, shoving the flat head of her cock down the other girl’s throat without any breaks for air, or any chance to get accustomed to her girth. The vampire could only gag and swallow in an attempt to ease the passage, to reduce the discomfort inherent in having her throat invade.There came a point where the resistance became too great, where even with two hands holding her head in place Buffy couldn’t force any more of her dick past the fangs that had sprung out at some point in this process. Maybe if they were in a better position, one that didn’t have Harmony’s skull braced against a headstone, one that helped to open up her throat, the Slayer could have gotten the last inch of her shaft wet.
As things stood, she was just going to have to be satisfied with the spit that escaped the vampire’s lips and dripped from her shaft when she finally drew back. She was going to have to find joy in the slap of her balls against the kneeling girl’s chin when she moved her hips forward again. There may not have been enough room in Harmony’s mouth and throat for Buffy’s monster of a cock but there was happiness to be found in fucking them, in use the former mean girl and wannabe villian to work off some frustration.
Some of that fuel was new coming from the fact that it had been a few hours since she last fucked her sister. Some of it was much older dating all the way back sophomore year and a few better better than average put downs on the part of Harmony and her friends. Most of it came from somewhere in between, came from how she had spent the last month resisting her urges and hiding her changes. It felt good, no it felt great to let go, to be true to herself and fuck a hole for no greater reason than the fact that it was there. Without her having to come up with some excuse or her partner having to take the lead.
For too long she had worried about how people would react if they knew, what would happen if someone caught them in the act, when it turned out that it felt only natural for her to fill the graveyard with the sick mix of gags and slaps that accompanied a proper skullfuck. It wasn’t even like she was lost in the moment, she was well aware of her surroundings and how the sound of her cock slamming into vampire’s throat echoed off the crypts but she didn’t see anything wrong with that. It wasn’t like she was wasting her trying to knock up the dead thing, she was just blowing off steam. She was just going to dump one load down her throat then she would move on to better things.
Oh, not all down her throat, even as she felt her orgasm rising up Buffy had another idea. Her third or fourth of the evening. She’d pull out, she’d wait until the cum had started its long journey up from her balls then she’d pull out and jerk off onto Harmony. It wasn’t a perfect plan. The first spurt or two ended up inside the vampire, enough to clog her mouth and throat, but there was plenty more where those came from. The Slayer’s hand glided up and down her length as she pumped out wad after thick pearly wad until the other girl’s upturned face was completely coated. Until she was dripping and stinking of cum. Until Buffy was done and had nothing left to give.
After that Buffy dropped her cock and discovered an advantage to skirts. The pleated fabric easily fell back in place covering her, as well as it ever did, without any need to bother with buttons or zips or belts. Letting her to move on with her night, to walk away without any hassle at all. Arms and cock swinging free she had almost reached the edge of the cemetery before the first hoarse cry to come back came from the mess she left behind.
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