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It was another muggy, summer night as Buffy patrolled the cemetery. The evening was made even more humid by the rain earlier that afternoon, leaving the scent of damp earth to mingle with the thick perfume of flowers and hot asphalt while the stars peaked out from behind the clearing clouds. The Slayer gracefully moved between the weathered headstones, her boots making barely a sound against the soft grass beneath her feet. She lazily twirled a wooden stake between her fingers, far too adept with the weapon from countless nights spent hunting the various creatures that lurked in these shadows. Her ears perked up as a tingle ran down her spine, a familiar sixth sense warning her of supernatural presence nearby.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Buffy stopped toying with the stake as she called into the darkness, her voice carrying across the silent graveyard as she peeked into an open mausoleum. “I’ve got a date with a hot bath and some trashy reality TV, so let’s make this quick.” She pivoted sharply, her body tensing as she scanned the darkness. The dark, empty, and open space was relatively quiet, but she knew better than to trust the silence. Years of slaying had taught her that danger often hid in plain sight, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
She advanced cautiously into the crumbling crypt, her stake raised in anticipation of whatever evil forces might be using it as shelter. The night pulsed around her with an energy she couldn’t quite place—different from the usual vampire vibe she’d grown accustomed to detecting. This energy felt ancient and primal, sending a different kind of shiver through her body as she approached the stone structure.
Most attacks came with a loud and sudden howl or shriek that would have startled anyone else. Those were easy for a Slayer to deal with, though. The noise told her exactly what direction to point her weapon toward. This ambush was silent, the figure dropping from behind Buffy as she felt a heavy weight against her back, slamming into her and knocking her off balance before she was grabbed and tossed into the dark mausoleum. The impact knocked the stake from her hands, which she instantly scrambled for, only for the entity to easily flip her onto her back.
The blonde stared up, fully expecting to see any of the types of demon that she was accustomed to dealing with. Instead, her rapidly blinked and a slight blush covered her cheeks as she stared at the luscious, purple curves that were barely covered by a series of leather straps connected by metallic rings that somehow formed the creature’s clothes. To say that Buffy was caught off guard was being generous. She watched as a pair of demonic wings spread out from its back in a display of intimidation that brought the blonde back to reality, finally bringing her gaze to settle on the creature’s face.
The being’s seductive grin barely kept her pointed teeth concealed, although Buffy’s attention was more focused on the demon’s elongated tongue as it swiped along its plush lips. Its eyes were completely blank, filled with only a dulled, milky haze that made it appear more dead than alive. The creature’s most prominent facial feature—which was surprising that it took Buffy so long to notice—was the pair of black ram-like horns that emerged from its forehead, sharply curving back and tapering to pointed tips.
“What the hell are you supposed to be?” Buffy scoffed as she came back to her senses, struggling against the creature’s grip. “Demon of the Month for Hellmouth Hottie Magazine?”
The succubus smiled wide, giving the Slayer a disapproving gaze despite its unfocused, blank eyes. The entity grabbed Buffy’s wrists and pinned them above her head with a single, clawed hand. “Such spirit,” it purred, her voice hypnotic and layered with undertones that vibrated through Buffy’s chest. “There’s something about a Slayer’s resistance that makes this so much more... satisfying.” The demon’s strength matched—and possibly even exceeded Buffy’s own—a realization that sent a jolt of genuine fear through the blonde. Buffy bucked and struggled beneath the creature, desperately trying to free herself from its grip.
“Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work!” Buffy warned, trying to mask her growing concern with bravado. “I’ve taken down things twice your size before breakfast!” The demon lowered her face toward Buffy’s, full lips curving into a knowing smile. Buffy turned away, expecting the demon to sink its teeth into her. Instead, the creature exhaled a cloud of shimmering, pink particles that vibrantly sparkled while it hovered just over her face. The Slayer couldn’t hold her breath forever, though, and she eventually had to inhale the demonic substance. She coughed, then inhaled again, taking in more of the supernatural mist. Buffy’s eyes flickered as a feeling of intense warmth bloomed within her, starting in her chest and swiftly spreading to her arms and legs as she gave an involuntary gasp from the overwhelming and unfamiliar sensation.
Buffy had been ready for battle the whole evening, but she now felt lost in a haze. She shook her head, trying to clear the sudden fog that seemed to envelop her thoughts. “Wh-what did you do to me…?” She demanded in an alarmed yet sleepy tone, her voice lacking its usual sharp and authoritative bite. Instead, the words came out softer, almost slurred, as though she was a little past tipsy.
“Just a little something to help you enjoy yourself,” the demon whispered against her ear, giving it a playful nip now that her adversary was dazed and weakened. “Fighting is so unnecessary when we could both experience divine pleasure together, wouldn’t you say?” The creature purred, the claw of her free hand slicing through her top with ease. Buffy gasped as the fabric parted, revealing her smooth, pale skin to the humid, night air. Even her sports bra didn’t escape its fate as it was divided in two, both halves immediately pulling to her sides as the elastic no longer held any tension in the front.
“Wh-what…?”Buffy questioned, although she already knew the demon’s intentions. And somehow, the filthy thought didn’t immediately disgust her. “H-how? This isn’t…” Buffy wanted to scream as her own mind betrayed her. Instead, she found herself second guessing herself as rational thoughts and instincts grew fainter with each passing second as that odd, insidious magic worked upon her body. The blonde was already forgetting why she should be fighting at all. Her eyes dreamily flickered as her gaze wandered downward, taking in every detail of the demon’s body now that she was so close. Surprisingly, its flimsy outfit—if it could even be called that—remained in place, the straps of leather covering all of the creature’s intimate areas while revealing enough flesh to cause Buffy’s focus to linger for a little longer in hopes that something might accidentally present itself. There was no such thing as accidents in situations like this, though.
The Slayer wasn’t sure if she was imagining things or had simply overlooked it before, but she saw a substantial shadow between the succubus’ legs. At first, she thought it was just a tail, which would make sense for a stereotypical demon like this to have. However, the longer her vision remained on the shadowy growth, the more alarmed she became as it continued to expand, taking on a distinctly phallic shape. Buffy wanted to fight and push the creature away before it could defile her body in the same way it had clouded her mind. She squirmed beneath it as her imagination went wild with lurid fantasies of the demon pumping into her, plunging into her dripping pussy and pushing her closer toward the orgasm that was already welling up within her.
The demon grinned down at the confused blonde while her hands slid over Buffy’s body with possessive intent, claws retracting to allow for a gentler, more seductive caresses without the risk of harm. “Go ahead and give in, Slayer,” the demon murmured, watching Buffy’s reactions with evident pleasure. “Why deny yourself what we both desire?” The girl’s skin tingled with each touch, electric pulses of unwanted pleasure shooting straight to her core. She bit her lip to keep from betraying herself with any further sounds of enjoyment, if only to save some shred of dignity.
“Y-you—,” Buffy managed to say in an almost yearning and delighted tone between increasingly labored breaths, her hips arching toward the demon’s touch. “You did this to me…!” Her words finally came out as an accusation, though her body continued to otherwise submit to the teasing promises of pleasure.
“Fighting is pointless,” the demon purred, its voice rough and seductive. Extending its claws again, it grabbed for the waist of the blonde’s jeans, but it might as well have just reached through air with how easily and precisely it sliced through the fabric. By the time its touch could be felt on Buffy’s skin, it had already retracted the claws again, allowing it to grab the ruined material and rip it apart, fully revealing the cheerleader’s dripping pussy while her legs were still mostly clad in denim. As the demon basked in its victory over the Slayer, it took a deep breath, taking in the heady scent of her latest victim’s arousal.
Buffy’s eyes widened as the cool air hit her exposed flesh. She wanted to close her legs to hide her vulnerability, but her muscles refused to cooperate. Instead, her thighs fell further apart, an invitation that she screamed against but her body eagerly offered. The demon’s eyes darkened at the sight, hunger written across its otherworldly features.
“Such a pretty, little Slayer,” the demon said, dragging a finger through Buffy’s wetness. “So strong, so fierce, and so very wet for me.” It circled her pussy, teasing but not penetrating, drawing whimpers from the blonde that she couldn’t suppress no matter how hard she tried. “Tell me. Why are you so determined to protect this miserable world?”
Buffy shook her head, trying to clear the fog of lust that clouded her thoughts. “This isn’t me,” she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction. She bucked her hips upward toward the demon’s touch, seeking more contact despite her protests. “Whatever you’ve done to me—wh-whatever spell this is—!”
The demon laughed, the sound reverberating through Buffy’s oversensitive body. “No spell could produce an effect this strong, Slayer.” It taunted as it pushed a finger inside her, finally penetrating the blonde and making her gasp and arch off the ground. “The magic only enhances the desires that you’ve suppressed for so long,” the demon chuckled as she pumped her fingers a bit further in, pushing Buffy’s flesh to further betray her. The wait wasn’t long for a deep moan to escape from Buffy’s lips as those fingers worked even more fervently, curling within her, stroking her silky, dripping walls as she was forced to endure pleasure on a scale that she’d never imagined.
“Stop fighting it,” the demon whispered as the creature leaned in, its body pressing against the blonde’s in a more sensual and seductive way. “Let go. Surrender. It’ll feel even better. I promise…” The creature’s fingers moved faster, deeper, drawing slick sounds from Buffy’s soaked pussy that rang out through the empty crypt. The Slayer’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body tensing as pleasure gradually built within her. The demon’s thumb found her clit, pressing down and grinding against the nub with the perfect mix of delicate and rough treatment that made Buffy see stars.
“That’s it,” the demon further encouraged, watching Buffy’s face contort with unwanted pleasure while her resistance faded to a weak, token struggle. “Let me see you come undone, Slayer! I want to see that pretty expression when you lose control…!”
Buffy wanted to resist. She wanted to prove she was stronger than these carnal temptations, but the demon’s skilled touch left no room for thought. Her back arched sharply as the sensation finally reached its peak, her inner walls clamping down on the demon’s fingers as the orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, the desperate, alarming sound morphing into a long, drawn-out groan while she shuddered uncontrollably. The demon, however, didn’t stop. It worked through each pulse of pleasure until Buffy’s bucking, twitching form was completely limp and gasping beneath it. Only then did it withdraw its fingers, bringing them to its mouth to taste Buffy’s essence with evident satisfaction.
“Delicious,” it purred, licking its fingers clean while staring down at the dazed Slayer. “But we’re just getting started.” It shifted its position, moving between Buffy’s spread thighs, and confirming that the blonde’s vision had been correct as the demon fully revealed a thick, throbbing length of cock.
Buffy, still dazed and exhausted, stared at it. She was still unsure if it was even real, but nevertheless, she felt a surge of desire welling up from deep within. “No,” she whispered, desperately trying to ignore those treacherous thoughts, even as her body responded with a fresh gush of wetness from her dripping cunt. “That’s impossible…”
“Perhaps for a human,” the demon chuckled as it gripped the base of its cock and slid the head along Buffy’s dripping slit, causing the blonde to shiver from overstimulation. The demon then eased forward a bit more between Buffy’s trembling thighs, the head of its massive cock now firmly pressing against her slick pussy. The blonde quivered with anticipation, although she still struggled against the overwhelming desire that flooded her mind. The cool cemetery air brushed against her exposed skin, creating goosebumps that only heightened her sensitivity. Moonlight filtered through the overhead branches that filtered in through the partially open double doors, casting shadows across her flushed body as she lay splayed upon the cold stone of the run-down mausoleum.
“Please,” she whispered, unsure if she was begging for it to stop or continue. Her pussy clenched hungrily, already desperate to be filled despite the powerful orgasm that had just wracked her body.
The demon grinned, revealing pointed teeth as it pushed forward, the thick head of its cock stretching her open as it teased to penetrate her. “You were made for this, Slayer,” it growled, roughly gripping the blonde’s hips while its fingers lightly dug into her skin as it held her in place. “You were made to be—”
A thunderous crash shattered the stillness of the night as the crypt doors burst wide open, the rotten wood splintering from its hinges. The demon’s head whipped around, its concentration broken as a figure stood heroically at the entrance, silhouetted by the sudden stream of moonlight that now flooded the dark chamber.
“Get away from her!” Xander shouted, his voice echoing off the stone walls. He wielded a mere baseball bat, its aluminum surface glistening wetly in the moonlight. In his other hand, he clutched a small, silver cross that caught the light as he stepped forward. His breath came in quick, nervous pants, but his eyes burned with determination as they adjusted to the darkness. He had expected a dire situation, but he hadn’t prepared himself for this—Buffy splayed out, half-naked, in the throes of pleasure while beneath a demonic creature with a truly massive dick between its legs.
The demon hissed, its milky eyes suddenly flaring with an unnatural, crimson light that cast eerie shadows across the crumbling stone walls. “You dare interrupt—” Its voice reverberated with magic, filling the small space with its alluring, deviant voice.
Xander didn’t wait for it to finish, though. He recklessly charged forward, swinging the bat without the slightest concern for his own wellbeing. The demon gracefully dodged, its focus on Buffy forgotten as it faced this new threat. “Foolish boy!” It snarled, moving with inhuman speed toward Xander, its razor-sharp claws extended and ready to rend flesh from bone. “Your pathetic weapons cannot harm me!”
The demon’s confidence was misplaced. As it closed the distance, Xander swung the bat in a wide arc, connecting solidly with the creature’s shoulder. The hit would have been laughable to such a creature, but to its shock and outrage, the impact burned like acid where the metal touched its skin. It recoiled with a shriek of pain and confusion, staring at the smoking wound that marred its previously flawless flesh.
“Surprise!” Xander said, his voice steadier now that his half-baked plan had worked. “Giles said that something covered in holy water might not be an effective weapon. Turns out it… sort of worked…” He advanced again, the bat held ready.
“You think yourself clever,” the demon hissed, eyes wide and angry with disbelief as it backed away, rubbing at its injured shoulder. “I will rip you to shreds…!”
“Yeah, well—” Xander paused, narrowing his eyes as he was unable to think of a witty reply. All further thoughts of a snarky comeback were forgotten as the demon lunged forward again, furiously swiping at him with murderous intent. He stumbled backward while trying to put some distance between them. As his unstable balance caused him to fall back, he made a thrashing swing with the bat, nailing it in the hip just before it could pounce upon him. The demon’s victoriously wicked grin faded as the spot upon its skin sizzled, causing the creature to howl in pain, all while giving Xander just enough time to dodge its claws as he rolled out of the way.
The startled sidekick didn’t have much of a plan, which was made even more apparent as he gawked at the demon while it remained hunched over. Deep, snarling breaths echoed against the stone walls as it raised its head, glaring at Xander with a mix of confusion and anger. After all, how lucky could one pathetic human be.
“Uh,” he stared, entirely clueless before he took the cross and thrust it forward against he demon’s skin. Despite the action, his expression displayed a complete lack of confidence which quickly morphed into shock as the demon immediately recoiled in pain, mindlessly holding yet another sizzling wound.
The demon spun around, causing Xander to scurry onto his feet as he readied himself for another attack that never came. The creature’s substantial cock swung in an intimidating arc, the length partially limp as it slapped against its own hip with a meaty, distracting smack. “This isn’t over! The Slayer has already been marked…!” The otherworldly entity snarled before it rushed from the mausoleum, although there was a hint of a wicked grin on its lips before it disappeared into the darkness.
Xander stood there, fully expecting the succubus to rush back into the stone crypt at any moment while he intensely watched the opening. He couldn’t ignore his friend forever, though. While he still attempted to watch the doors, he rushed to Buffy’s side and he tried not to stare at her exposed body as moonlight illuminated her with an almost ethereal glow. “Buffy! Are you okay?! Wh-what did that thing do to you…?” He asked, although it was very obvious based on the ruined clothing that would hardly qualify as rags at this point, as well as what he had seen when he burst in. Ever the gentleman, and searching for any reason to make this less awkward and cover her nakedness, he took off his jacket and draped it over her torso.
The blonde merely stared up at him, her eyes dilated wide while her skin radiated a feverish heat as it glistened with sweat. “Xander…” She moaned, her voice dripping with raw desperation as she reached for him with trembling hands. The only thing on her mind was the carnal need to be filled. Her pussy ached and throbbed for a cock, and her friend just happened to be the closet available one. “I need you to fuck me… right now.” She pushed the jacket away, revealing herself to him once again. Her chest heaved with each rapid breath, her nipples visibly straining against the remaining fabric of her torn shirt. “It’s like I’m burning from the inside. Wh-whatever that thing did to me…” she trailed off with a seductive and needy moan. “I’m so fucking wet… I need you…”
Xander blinked with alarm. This wasn’t something he would be able to help with. He wouldn’t let himself. He knew Buffy wasn’t in her right mind. Yet, the lingering magic that floated around the Slayer wasn’t so easily ignored. The thick and heavy aura that exuded from the needy blonde was hard to resist, but he lost any form of resistance when a finger errantly touched her sweat-slicked skin. Even as the sensation registered in his head, the effect had already infiltrated his thoughts. Heat surged through him and Xander’s gaze kept straying from Buffy’s desperate, lust-stricken expression to her rapidly rising and falling breasts, those hard abs, and the soft, dark blonde triangle of curls that adorned her mound.
He wanted to resist. He was certain he was stronger than this. The harder he fought the urge, the more it tugged at him. Xander inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of her arousal with the undetectable magic that still lingered in the air and dominated them both. Before he knew it, a hand caressed along Buffy’s inner thigh, squeezing the firm, supple flesh while pulling her legs wider apart. “I… I can’t stop…!” He replied with a pained expression.
“Good,” Buffy said. “I don’t want you to.” She then grabbed him by the wrist, directing his touch further upward along her thigh until he felt the radiating heat of her pussy against his hand just before those digits encountered the hot, dripping folds of her cunt. Two fingers easily slid inside, her arousal so abundant that his fingers were immediately coated in it. “See what you do to me?” She huffed, briefly nibbling upon her bottom lip as she longingly stared at him. “I’ve wanted this since the first time we met. So stop fucking around and give it to me.”
Xander’s last shred of resistance evaporated as he heard that lurid confession. His cock surged to attention while he delighted in the tightness of her pussy, his fingers pumping in and out while her inner walls pulsed from the rhythmic intrusion. “You weren’t kidding,” he briefly chuckled, his normally awkward demeanor giving way to a more calm, collected, and focused version of himself. “You’re so fucking wet,” he grinned as he curled his fingers inside of her, just barely brushing against her g-spot and making her mind melt with sudden sparks of pleasure.
Buffy bucked against his hand, grinding her pussy against his palm as the sensation shot through her, further sending her into a spiral of desperate neediness. “More,” she demanded, reaching for his belt before he had a chance to respond. “Come on,” she demanded, placing an unnecessary emphasis on the ‘C,’ making her request sound just as dirty as she really meant—intentionally or not. “Give me that big fucking dick!”
Her filthy words shocked him even through the haze of lust. This wasn’t the Buffy he knew, but the commands inflamed him further, making his cock throb painfully against the confines of his pants. All hesitation was forgotten as he pulled his soaked fingers from Buffy’s cunt and hastily undid his pants, breathing a sigh of relief as his raging hard-on was finally released. He gripped the shaft, smearing Buffy’s juices along the length while pre-cum beaded at the tip, already threatening to dribble along the underside of the head. “Be careful about what you wish for,” he chided, slapping the broad head of his cock against her mound.
Buffy stared with wide-eyed amazement, her tongue sliding out to wet her lips. She took in a few hesitant breaths, never averting her gaze. “Holy shit,” she practically moaned as she propped herself up on her elbows just to get a clearer look at it. Her obvious desire in her expression never wavered as she shifted her weight to one elbow and reached out with her other hand, barely able to wrap her small fingers around his thick shaft as she gave his cock an appreciative stroke from base to tip. A larger dollop of pre-cum squeezed from the slit, which she dutifully swiped a finger across before she brought it to her mouth. She licked the digit clean while a bridge of pre-cum stretched from her finger to her tongue before it eventually broke. With a seductive, little giggle, she licked her lips. “Fucking delicious—but I want it in my pussy. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Xander watched his friend act so wonderfully naughty for him. If he didn’t know better, he would have sworn this was a dream. Maybe the demon had killed him after all, and this was an elaborate fantasy playing out in his head while he was bleeding out on the cold, stone floor. He wasn’t about to let that idea get in the way of this, though. Xander took his cock, rubbing the thick, purple head against her dripping pussy before he thrust forward, plunging all the way into her depths with a single thrust.
“Yes—!” She cried out, tilting her head back and groaning with the most over-the-top cries of pleasure. “Fuck me! Fuck me like you own me!”
The hot, slick walls of the Slayer’s pussy clenched around him, squeezing and massaging his cock. He placed his hands upon her hips, savoring the sensation of her incredibly soft skin as he pulled back. His eyes flickered from the sensation as he moved his tender grip away from Buffy and slammed his palms against the stone floor to brace himself as he leaned over her. With her heavenly cunt urging him onward, there was no way he was going to move slowly. Only the tip of his cock barely remained inside for the slightest amount of time before he plunged forward, slamming balls-deep into her pussy once more.
“Oh, fuck!” The blonde squeaked, her eyes rolling back as her rear slid against the floor from the impact of his powerful thrusts. She nibbled her bottom lip as she made eye contact with him before she held onto his shoulders to steady herself against the onslaught. “You’re so fucking big!” She purred in an amalgamation of delight and amazement while her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hardened into stiff peaks that begged for attention. The crypt filled the the echoes of their actions—wet, obscene noises that would have been embarrassing under normal circumstances but only fueled her desperation now.
Her inner walls clenched around him in rhythmic pulses that threatened to trigger his release too soon, her body milking his cock with supernatural efficiency as the demon’s magic worked through them both. She felt every ridge and vein as he savagely plunged into her depths, stretching her in ways that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her system. The sensation of being filled so completely—so perfectly—made her cunt drip with slick arousal that leaked from her pussy with each and every thrust.
Xander felt his release coming to a precipice, growing stronger with each plunge into her hot, welcoming cunt. He leaned over her, his chest pressing to her jiggling breasts as his pace suddenly increased, the thrusts becoming shallower, but so much faster than before. His hands eased underneath her shoulders, holding onto them to keep her in place as he pounded into her with every bit of his strength and desire. He breathed heavily against the crook of her neck as he kept up the punishing rhythm, wanting nothing more than to fulfill her desire for his cock. Her blonde hair fanned out around her head like a halo, a stark contrast to the filthy words spilling from those perfect, plush lips as she urged him on with increasingly explicit demands. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, the sack drawing up tightly against his body as his climax approached with unstoppable force.
“Gonna cum,” he growled the warning, the domineering words barely recognizable as his own. The demonic magic transformed his usual awkwardness into primal dominance, making him grip her harder, thrust deeper, taking what he wanted with savage intensity. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her own climax approaching as her back arched off the stone floor, pushing her breasts upward against his chest. The magic surged between them, creating a feedback loop of pleasure that amplified every sensation until it bordered on unbearable, their bodies locked in a carnal embrace that was enhanced by supernatural forces.
Xander’s control finally shattered as Buffy’s inner walls clenched around him with increasing urgency. His rhythm faltered, becoming erratic as his orgasm crashed through him with devastating force. He slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he erupted deep inside of her. His cock pulsed violently, pumping thick ropes of cum into her greedy pussy while he groaned right against her ear. He tensed above her, muscles locked in primal release as wave after wave of pleasure washed through him, draining him completely… yet somehow leaving him wanting more.
Buffy’s own climax hit her like a freight train just as she felt the first, hot splash of his seed inside of her. The sensation of being marked so intimately, of being filled so completely, pushed her over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm that tore through her with merciless intensity. Her back arched off the stone floor, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts as pleasure radiated outward from her core in waves that made her vision go dark around the edges. Her pussy clamped down on his cock with Slayer strength, rippling along his length as she screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the empty crypt.
“Oh fuck! Yes!” She cried out, as she grabbed his shoulders, barely able to restrain herself from losing control and digging her nails into his back as she held onto him through her release. Her legs locked around his waist, keeping him buried inside as she shuddered through the aftershocks that seemed never-ending. The demon’s magic amplified her orgasm beyond anything she’d ever experienced, transforming what should have been a normal climax into something transcendent that left her gasping for breath. Her cunt still pulsed around his shaft long after the initial waves subsided, unwilling to relinquish the pleasure that he provided.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his voice ragged as the intensity of his climax left him trembling. The sensation of emptying himself inside the girl he’d fantasized about for years was better than anything he could have imagined, her tight pussy still pulsing around his cock. The demon’s magic prevented his usual post-orgasm sensitivity, instead keeping him hard and ready despite having just experienced the most powerful release of his life. He remained buried inside of her, his cock twitching with renewed interest while her inner walls continued to rhythmically grip him.
There was only a brief moment for them to catch their breath before Buffy unwrapped her legs from around his waist and planted her feet on the stone floor. She pushed against his chest with gentle pressure, signaling him to withdraw. As he pulled out, a thick stream of cum followed, dripping from her well-used pussy and onto the ground in an obscene puddle of their shared sexual fluids. With something approaching devious grace, Buffy rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, presenting her tight, round ass to him as a blatant invitation. She looked over her shoulder, her hair falling in disarray around her flushed face as she bit her lower lip. The demonic magic had completely overtaken her inhibitions now, replacing any reluctance with the insatiable need to be filled.
“We’re not done yet,” she purred, reaching back with one hand to spread her ass, exposing her tight, puckered hole to his hungry gaze. She let go for a moment, her fingers dipping into her wet pussy as she gathered their combined arousal and spread it over her virgin entrance, preparing herself for what she desired. The sight of Buffy offering herself to him in such an obscene display was almost more than Xander could process. His cock, which should have been softening after such an intense release, jerked in response to the sight, hardening further as the demon’s magic ensured he remained ready for whatever she demanded.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” She asked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She applied a gentle but insistent pressure to her rear until the tip breached her pucker, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips as she prepared herself for him. The demon’s magic ensured that even this intrusion brought pleasure rather than any discomfort, transforming what might have been pain and embarrassment into a sensation that made her moan with anticipation. She wiggled her hips enticingly as she worked her finger deeper, knowing Xander was far too weak to resist the temptation.
“Go ahead… Fuck me like you hate me!” The Slayer challenged as she added a second finger, stretching herself with increasing urgency. Her breathing grew ragged as she pumped those digits in and out of her ass. “Ruin me. I wanna feel it for days—every time I sit down! Show me who owns this ass!”
Yet again, Xander was far too willing to go along with the Slayer as she put on that increasingly lewd display, the demon’s magic surging through his veins with a renewed intensity. The sight of her perfect ass raised, her slick, slippery fingers sliding in and out of her tight, pink pucker sent fresh waves of primal lust crashing through him. He moved behind her, his cock standing at full attention as he slapped the head against her asshole, causing her to move her hand away to give him full access to an orifice that was previously off limits to any and all lovers.
“I’d be more than happy to give you exactly what you want,” he grinned lecherously, all ideals of right and wrong discarded as he positioned himself behind her expectant form. His cock still glistened with their combined juices as he pressed the bulbous head against her partially stretched pucker. The pressure against her tight ring was intense, her body resisting the substantial intrusion despite her eager and inexperienced preparation. The demon’s magic merely made her desire all sorts of depraved activity, but didn’t expand her knowledge of how to properly partake in it.
Xander firmly gripped her hips, holding her steady as he increased the force behind his actions, determined to gain entry to the blonde’s tight, twitching pucker. The snug ring of muscle finally surrendered under his persistent pressure, the head of his cock suddenly popping past the resistant barrier that drew matching cries from both of them. Buffy’s back arched dramatically as she moaned, her fingers gripping at the floor for purchase as she felt the unceasing stretch that she wasn’t ready for. The demonic magic turned the pain into a radiating sense of pleasure that was nearly unbearable, her ass experiencing the depraved violation as total ecstasy.
“So fucking tight!” Xander hissed through clenched teeth, forcing himself to remain still despite the overwhelming urge to slam forward into her rear. Her pucker was clenched so tightly upon his dick that Xander was already on the verge of cumming again if he moved much faster than this. Still, he delighted in the knowledge that he was very likely the first to ever claim this intimate orifice of the Slayer’s body. The power of that thought alone was intoxicating, feeding his ego in ways he’d never imagined.
As she gradually relaxed around him, Xander pushed forward with a gentle persistence, feeding inch after thick inch of his cock into her tight, virgin passage. Buffy moaned from the intense sensation, her body trembling beneath him as she struggled to accommodate his substantial girth. The magic still flowed between them like an electric current, heightening every sensation until even the slightest movement sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through their bodies. By the time he bottomed out inside of her, his balls pressed firmly against her dripping pussy, and they were both panting with the effort to restrain themselves from the addictive nature of this pleasure.
“Oh fuck!” Buffy groaned in a low growl, her voice breaking as she adjusted to the sensation of being stretched so completely. She felt strange—as if unsure how to process the conflicting feelings, even though the tiny echo of resistance in her mind was practically muted at this point. She was too consumed by the incredible feeling of Xander’s cock buried in her ass to pay attention to the subtle changes occurring beneath her, the magic reshaping her anatomy in ways she couldn’t yet comprehend.
Xander moved with increasing confidence, withdrawing until only the head remained captured by her rim and then pushing forward again more forcefully. Each stroke became easier as her rear yielded to his invasion, her ass loosening with supernatural ease to account for his rough actions. He established a steady rhythm that had her rocking forward with each impact, her breasts swinging beneath her as she braced herself and passionately moaned. The obscene, wet sounds echoed through the crypt as his hips colliding against her ass, pounding into her with increasing fervor.
“You take it so well!” He commented with a moan, his palm landing on her ass cheek with a sharp slap that reverberated against the stone walls. The impact left a definitive handprint on her pale flesh while there was just a slight amount of jiggle. Buffy jerked and arched her spine, slamming her ass against him as another over-the-top moan escaped her lips.
Everything felt so much better than Buffy could have ever expected. It was yet another thing that she regretted having waited so long to experience. She wondered what else was out there. Even now, there was strange pressure building within her. It felt like the start of an orgasm, but was inexplicably more physical as the sensation became dramatically overwhelming. Her eyes flickered and she willingly placed her head against the cool, stone floor as all senses of pleasure intensified at once. The pressure became more focused upon her pubic mound, the roiling heat building beyond anything she could comprehend.
Buffy arched her back with each powerful thrust as Xander continued his relentless and rhythmic thrusts. The Slayer felt the slightest hint of discomfort that was soon glossed over by a vivid and all-consuming sense of pleasure, with the feeling further focusing from her mound to her clit. It wasn’t an unwelcome experience as she felt the bundle of nerves grow harder than she could ever remember. Each of Xander’s thrusts caused her to explicitly notice the chilled night air against her clit while her wetness continuously trailed from her pussy before dripping from the excited bud.
While lost in the indulgent pleasure of his cock sliding back and forth against her clenching rim, she noticed a pendulous, tugging sensation upon her clit. Buffy’s blurry, unfocused eyes opened and she curiously stared at something swaying back and forth between her legs. She blinked, only somewhat concerned and confused by what she saw while her dangling breasts still swayed and jiggled beneath her with the same rhythm of the object of her attention.
The Slayer still felt the tugging pressure, which she assumed came from this odd thing. Without much of a second thought while in her lust-drunk state, she boldly reached between her legs and wrapped her fingers around the mysterious weight, only for the sobering realization that this wasn’t just something attached to her—it was her clit. Buffy let out a muffled groan as she froze up, no longer focused on the intensity of her lover’s hard, rapid thrusts. It was as if time stood still while she tried to understand this rapid surge of new sensations that jolted through her all of a sudden.
Waves of unprecedented pleasure raced through her system, nerve endings she’d never possessed before now firing off as her newly-formed shaft throbbed within her grip. Her clit had elongated beneath her body, stretching outward as if being pulled from within. The flesh had hardened and thickened with each passing second until it hung, substantial and rigid between her trembling thighs.
There was a new need that rose within Buffy as her tentative grip tightened along the altered flesh. The blonde wasn’t sure what to expect, but the surge of ecstasy and desire was more than enough to quiet any negative reaction she might have otherwise had. The more embarrassing revelation was that, while Buffy was still unsure of what had happened, she knew exactly what this thing felt like in her hand—a thick, pulsing dick.
Every thrust into her ass transferred energy directly to her emergent cock, making it pulse and throb with a rhythm that matched Xander’s powerful movements. The head had swelled to a glistening purple crown, pre-cum beading at the slit before coating her fingers with each deliberate stroke. She felt her rapid pulse through the length as she stroked it from base to tip, her eyes flickering and her lips parting as she reached the head of her altered nub. “F-fuck!” She let out a wavering groan of pleasure as she felt something slick upon her hand, lubricating each increasingly energetic pump that she gave. Her new appendage continued to grow with alarming speed, filling out into a proper length and girth that felt immense in her petite hands.
Xander remained oblivious to her transformation, his attention focused entirely on the exquisite pressure of Buffy’s clenching pucker around his cock as he pounded into her ass. He firmly held on, slamming his hips against her ass while he appreciated the subtle jiggle of her tight, round ass as he watched his cock disappear into the Slayer’s stretched and pliant rim.
“Your ass is so fucking good,” he growled, any comments of substance now completely lost to this primal desire that had his voice coming out as a guttural growl while he increased his pace to a punishing rhythm. His balls slapped against her dripping pussy with each thrust, the impact sending jolts of pleasure through their bodies as they collided. He felt his climax approaching with unstoppable force, drawn forth by the incredible tightness that gripped his length and the knowledge that he was fucking the Slayer in the most intimate way possible.
Buffy worked her newly-formed shaft with hard and fast strokes, savoring each slide of her fingers along the sensitive skin as she discovered exactly how to touch herself. The sensation of Xander claiming her ass combined with the novel experience of stroking her own cock created an intoxicating cocktail of sensations that left her dizzy with desperate need. She matched his hurried rhythm, her hand pumping in time with his powerful thrusts, each impact driving her closer to an orgasm that promised to completely change her world.
“Harder,” she commanded, her voice thick with authority despite her submissive position. She pushed back against him with Slayer strength that nearly toppled him backward, taking control even while being thoroughly fucked in the ass. “Fuck me like you mean it!”
Xander held on to her hips with all of his might, determined to not be bucked off by her demonstration of power. He responded to the order as if it were a challenge, grunting before he increased the tempo. The staccato sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the crypt as they raced toward completion.
It didn’t take much longer before they both reached their limits at roughly the same time. Buffy’s ass clamped down with supernatural strength as her cock erupted in her hand, shooting thick blasts of cum onto the stone floor. Xander buried himself to the hilt with a primal roar, his release flooding her stretched ass until it leaked out around his shaft in rivulets while her ass pulsed around him.
They remained connected, both breathing heavily with exertion. Xander slowly withdrew and fell backwards onto the floor with his pants still around his knees, hardly able to believe what had just happened while he watched cum ooze from her gaping asshole. His vision remained fixed on the pearlescent drip of his release as it slid over her pussy lips—and that’s when he saw it. A thick cock dangling between her legs, cum dripping from the head while her delicate fingers gave a few lazy strokes of her newly-altered flesh.
Despite the magic that still held sway over his carnal urges, there was a serious case of post-nut clarity that washed over him in that moment. “Wh-what the fuck…?” He continued to stare, wide eyed in disbelief at the cock that clearly hadn’t been there before, now jutting from the top of her slit.
The blonde merely glanced over her shoulder and purred, wiggling her ass enticingly while cum still oozed from the well-fucked hole. “H-huh?” Her eyebrows perked up inquisitively for a moment. “Oh, this…” She moaned as she stroked it again, a dollop of pre-cum dripping from the tip. “—I’unno. It just… showed up.” She giggled, as if it were a cute joke and no reason for concern. “It feels so good, though…”
Xander stared at the growth, noting the Slayer’s distinct lack of balls. The conflicted mix of shock, confusion, and hesitation ran through his expression all at once. However, the most influential force was the demonic magic that still faintly exerted its power upon his overly-perverse mind. The initial surprise would have normally led to an awkward comment, followed by a hasty retreat for help from someone more qualified to assist.
Instead, Xander just stared, his eyes fixed to her rear while she stroked her hardening length as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. She gracefully spun around on her knees to face him and crawled forward, her hips swaying in an exaggerated motion as she closed the distance between them. “Don’t pretend you’re not curious,” she nibbled her bottom lip. Xander was completely quiet, even as the Slayer gently wrapped her fingers around his hardening length. After a few stroking caresses, she rose to her knees while she stared into the man’s eyes, the tips of their cocks touching and rubbing together. “Don’t you want to have something that no one else has ever given you before…?” She purred as she leaned forward, her lips barely brushing against his as her free hand rested upon the back of his neck to hold him in place.
Xander shivered from the continued friction as their cocks rubbed together while he desperately attempted to reject the magical trap that the demon had left him to fall into. He was certain he had tried to pull away, but even if he had, the Slayer’s strength wouldn’t have allowed him to.
“Come on,” Buffy teased, continuing to rub her hard, leaking dick against his. “It’s only fair. You fucked me…” the blonde leaned in, whispering in his ear in a silky, seductive tone, “…so now it’s my turn… to fuck you…” She felt the slightest bit of resistance from him, her deceptively gentle touch on his neck tightening with just enough force to remind him of her strength.
Xander swallowed hard as he felt the supernatural compulsion urging him to submit despite the struggle that warred within him. He shivered again while his cock throbbed, causing more pre-cum to mix with Buffy’s as the tips remained in such close, intimate contact. He knew his surrender was inevitable—especially as the demonic magic made him embrace the dark perversions that slowly broke down his resistance.
And, after all, Buffy had a point. He had fucked her, so it was only fair…