Title: Willow’s Bh’Room Stick II: Buffy flies the Bh’room.

By: Knorg

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Category: Paranormal
Description: Willow and Buffy both suffered through their lovers early at UC Sunnydale, but who needs men when one of you can grow a filthy great demon cock at will?

“Okay, how about this panties and bra set? A good outfit starts from the bottom up.” Buffy waited to see Willow’s reaction for two reasons, the first was purely superficial – she wanted to know if the clingy underwear looked good on her. Much more importantly, she needed to make sure she wasn’t being too peppy around her recently single best friend. It was tough to hit the fine line between cheering Willow up, and making her even more depressed. Buffy could be forgiven for misjudging; her recent mistreatment by the asshole Parker Abrams had left her in a pained emotional state.

Willow was reading at the desk, but lifted her head from the Psych textbook to view the displayed scantily clad body. “Oh it’s uh…” Willow’s eyes travelled up Buffy’s tight legs, past the crimson fabric of the silky panties, pausing at the slight wisps of blonde hair around the edge. Disturbed by her pause, she continued viewing up her friend’s flat stomach to the swell of her perky boobies covered in the same crimson fabric of a cross-my-heart bra. The redhead felt her mouth getting dry and her snatch growing wet as she finally reached the Slayers face and locked her gaze eye to eye.

“It’s g-good. Suits you. Really.” Her clit tingled in a distinctive and memorable way. It was more than the frustration of not having sex since Oz left making her horny; it was the demon aspect of her body. She could feel it, inside her… Waiting to burst forth and pleasure, and be pleasured. Her panties started to dampen with Willow’s highly aroused body readying for sex.

Buffy misread Willow’s reaction, assuming she just wanted to be left alone and was trying to give a quick answer. The Slayer was expecting to be out late and worried that leaving her friend alone might not be the best option. She tried for a better, more emotive reaction. Turning around, she bent sideways and wiggled her ass at her friend,

“Come on, Wil! How does it really look on me, huh?”

The young Witch fought a hard internal battle with herself as images assailed her mind:

‘Willow pushed Buffy face forward over the bed, and yanked the crimson panties aside. She took the Slayer roughly from behind, filling her with pulsing demon meat and hot creamy seed again and again and...’

‘Buffy bounded across the small room and pulled Willow away from the desk. The Slayer hungrily swallowed Willow’s shaft, sucking her hot, heavy meat, only pulling off so that thick, ropey, demon cum could splatter across her crimson-clad breasts’

Her pale skin was almost white as she gripped the chair’s arms and fought for control of her demon aspect. The tingling sensation below grew, spreading through her belly, up into her breasts. Willow’s nipples grew to hard erect nubs inside her own sensible white bra.

“Really, Really good, Buff! Really! Oh goddess, yes!”

That sounded a little more like the old Willow, enthusiastic and happy, Buffy decided, though she was sure there was some strain in her friend’s voice. Perhaps it was an act, but at least it was something. Willow turned her head back to the desk and ferociously applied her attention to the textbook Dr Walsh had especially recommended for her. Sweat was beading on her forehead as the arousal within her grew; the crotch of her panties was now soaking in the sensible dark jeans she wore.

After an internal struggle of her own, Buffy decided to let her friend study in silence as she dressed in a pale yellow dress. A glance in the mirror, some work on the hair, and she was all set for a night of getting-over-Parker fun! Buffy pressed her hand down on the redhead’s shoulder, bringing a yelp of surprise from the fiercely concentrating Wicca.

“Buffy! Oh, sorry I… I…”

“Hey calm down Will, it’s only Psych. I’m heading out now. Maybe tonight I’ll go out and meet a real Mr Right, not just spend all evening jealously watching Xander and Anya’s sick and twisted version of love. I swear, Spike and Drusilla was more normal.”

“Mr Right? You’re not planning to…” And then an image of Buffy writhing in ecstasy beneath Angel popped into her head, with the brooding vampire slowly morphing into herself within her mind’s eye.

“Don’t worry, Will. After Parker, well… You know. See you later.” And with that, and a gentle comforting squeeze on the shoulder, she was gone. Willow’s heart was yammering in her chest as she stared into the air, aroused juices soaking through into her jeans. She was sweating profusely, breathing deeply, looking at the Psych textbook. It wasn’t nearly enough. She lost control and stood so fast her chair hit the floor behind her. Willow staggered over to the bed pulling off her clothes, dropping her jeans to the floor, as she went. She had a rubbing hand in her knickers, and then she was pulling them down too until all she wore was her own bra.

“Oh Buffybuffybuffy…” Sweaty hands clawed the bed covers as she felt it beginning, the moving of flesh in her crotch, “oh goddessohyesohohohhhoh” Willow was yammering mindlessly as her back arched from the comfortable duvet and the Bh’room phallus erupted from her crotch, juice slick and already leaking precum. It was instantly hot and hard and seemingly slightly thicker and longer than before. The grey-brown skin glistened in the light as Willow reached a trembling hand to grasp the hot meat. Mewling pleasure replaced words as she tightened her grasp around the tool.

Too roughly, she reached below with her free hand and caressed the heavy-balled scrotum. Eyes wide, she yelped loudly and rubbed her stretchy-skinned nut-sack more gently. Willow’s scrotum pressed into her inner thighs, pulsing ever so slightly from the heavy balls within. The cinnamon-sweet pheromone scent of the inhuman cock quickly began to fill the university bedroom as Willow let the anticipation of pleasure build to a fast peak. She couldn’t take it anymore!

Willow’s hand slid up the slick shaft until she held the foreskin over the head of the cock. A jet of precum squirted almost an inch into the air and splashed down against her hand. Willow began to wank herself, head back, eyes wide. Her hand was fair flying up and down the hot grey meat as unimaginable pleasure flowed through her very soul. The young witch felt her demonic scrotum tightening almost instantly in her ‘free’ hand.

“Oh goddessgoddess…its too good too good….oh godddesss…oh Buffy…” She was humping into her hand, squeezing pleasurably as she masturbated furiously, fuelling the pleasure-fire in her shaft. She adjusted her damp-palmed grip to hit the gently-pulsing crown just right on each stroke. Precum slicked easily down the sides of her cock, lubricating her almost blurred hand. In less than a minute the wordless yowl of pleasure erupted from her lips and a stream of thick, creamy demon spunk flew clear over her head to splatter against the wall. Willow continued to jerk, helplessly hand-humping in a sea of pleasure as she sprayed rapid fire shots of demon spunk in her own hair, across her face and, as the flow slowed, in hot streams across her bra-covered breasts and flat belly.

Slowly she slacked off the jerking. Willow felt as if all the weights and worries had lifted from her mind. She could feel each individual trail of demon semen tingling against her skin, and recalled faintly that it was no longer fertile. Willow flicked her tongue out and licked at the jizz around her mouth; fertile or not, it still tasted good. The redhead lay in her own sweaty-spermy mess, drawing in calmer but deep breaths of the heady air around as she pulled her hand up to her mouth and licked the now cooling spunk from the sticky pale flesh.

Sitting up on the bed, she unhooked her bra and dropped the lingerie to the floor with a wet splat. Willow massaged her breasts with her hands, rubbing the liquid into them. Her demondick jerked in her lap and she lay back slowly, a hugely content smile on her face. Willow’s hands crossed over, cupping a pale skinned breast in each. She rubbed flesh against sticky flesh, before pinching gently at her nipples. The redhead chewed on her lip as grey-brown skinned crown rose up over her belly, quickly back to full hardness, ready for round two.

The room’s door burst open and Buffy stormed in, “I can’t believe I forgot my coat, it just makes this dress… WILLOW!”

Willow hadn’t had a chance to move, and from her perspective things were suddenly very embarrassing. Buffy had burst in and caught her playing with herself! There was demon spunk everywhere! Why hadn’t she locked the door and left the key in the lock? Worse, she was having tremendous trouble in resisting the urges to leap at her closest friend and tear that flimsy yellow dress off! She wanted to bury the meat to the hilt, sheath it in her petite friend’s tight snatch.

Buffy knew about Willow’s demonic aspect; the full story had come from Giles after she’d prematurely ended Amy’s infernal pregnancy. This was still the first time she’d encountered it, seen the throbbing hard lump of meat that put Angel and Parker to shame. The pheromones in the air immediately began working on the Slayer, arousing her. Telling her tonight’s meeting with Anya and Xander could easily be missed. Reminding her that Parker had turned out a jerk, but it felt good all night long before that.

“Bu-Buffy! Sorry, please! Just go! I’ll clean up! Go! Just g-go!” Willow’s face was red from solo sexual exertion and arousal, but also with shame and embarrassment. She jumped off the bed and ran towards the Slayer. Her dick bounced hotly against her belly and she left a trail of dripping spunk across the floor.

“Get out, Buffy! Get out now!”

Willow pushed against her suprised friend, but was of course no match for slayer strength.

“Willow, Willow, calm down, c’mon, calm down. It’s me, It’s Buffy! Roomy, friend! You don’t need to be embarrassed, hell we all need a little… release now and again.” Buffy grabbed hold of Willow and pulled the naked part-demon girl towards herself. She hoped to sooth and calm, with a comforting cuddle. Instead, each girl stared wordlessly into the other’s eyes as they felt Willow’s sticky cockflesh pressed between their bodies, staining Buffy’s yellow dress with strongly smelling creamy fluid. The slayer’s nipples hardened and she found herself with the urge to grope Willow’s buttocks, demon pheromones were having their wicked way with her arousal.

“Willow… sshhh…”

“Buffy… please… just… mmmpphh!” Buffy pushed her tongue forward, hungrily tasting the redhead’s mouth as she gave in and groped the hot, sweat-damp buttocks of the Wicca. Willow was powerless to resist against both her own desire, and the Slayer’s strength; nor did she want too. She eagerly returned the kiss and wrestled tongues with the Slayer. There was none of the love she’d shared with Oz in the kiss, just the raw, naked, demonic lust. Willow latched her arm around Buffy’s back, and wound one of her hands into the clean blonde hair of her closest friend.

“Willow…” Buffy broke the kiss; she began licking the cooling seed from Willow’s face, scooping mouthfuls of smeared spunk into her mouth. The taste was addictive and almost overpoweringly arousing. Buffy’s nipples were uncomfortably hard, aching. She needed them licked, and sucked. Willow’s perky, pale, breasts were even more aroused, under their cooling splashes of sticky demon spunk.

Willow mewled as Buffy licked her face. Even more demonic precum spurted from her unnatural phallus. The redhead was beyond reasoning as she chewed lightly on Buffy’s lower lip before pushing her searching tongue back inside the all too willing mouth of the slayer. The taste of her own seed mixed with the fresh, hot, mouth of her non-smoking friend. Once again, Buffy broke the mouth-to-mouth, kissing down Willow’s chin, her neck, and slurping a sperm-splattered nipple into her ravenous mouth.

“Oh goddess… Buffy… we should stooaaawwwww!”

Willow’s final attempt at reason was cut off as Buffy had grasped the witch’s dick with one jacking hand, and her balls with the other. Tiny jets of unnaturally copious pre-cum burst from the slit of Willow’s throbbing Bh’Room organ and dribbled down the sopping stomach of Buffy’s formerly pristine yellow dress.

“Please Buffy… love you… take it… mouth…”

The Slayer instantly and willingly complied with Willow’s barely understandable request. She dropped to her knees and swallowed the grey head into her salivating mouth. Willow’s whole body shook as the exquisite feeling of Buffy Summers, the Slayer, sucked on the head of her hot, throbbing slab of demon meat while jacking the shaft with one petite hand and playing with her nuts with the other.

Willow entangled her hands in the Slayer’s hair, and started thrusting her hips at the face before her. Buffy, slave to pheremonic lust and the almost-addictive taste of Willow’s sperm, locked eyes with Willow as the Wicca slowly pushed the cock further into Buffy’s mouth and then sank it gently down her friend’s tight, so very tight, wet throat. Buffy didn’t so much as gag, having a Slayer’s control of her muscles, even as her lips kissed against the small remaining patch of red hair at Willow’s crotch.

They held the tableaux for seconds; Willow’s dick was completely consumed into her best friend’s face, her big grey ballsack rested against the Slayer’s chin. Buffy rested her hands on Willow’s hips and looked up lustfully into the demon-endowed girl’s eyes. She could hold her breath for a long time, but Willow had no desire, no need, no willingness to see her friend suffer.

The infernally endowed redhead pulled back, withdrawing the saliva slimy shaft until only the head sat inside Buffy’s mouth. The Slayer breathed through her nose and sucked hungrily on the precum-leaking tip. Willow doubted she’d ever been so aroused as she sank her twitching rod deep into Buffy’s gulping throat twice, three times more. That was all it took. A mumbled litany of love and lust poured from her lips as the first magically infertile, demonically profuse spunk fired directly into the Slayer’s belly. Buffy pulled her mouth off as Willow’s climax continued, wanting to taste her friends cum straight from the source. The redhead came even harder as the Sayer sucked solely on the head of her cock, tasting and swallowing the loads Willow’s heavy balls were blasting forth.

Willow’s legs gave out and she collapsed backwards onto the bed. Buffy continued sucking cum from Willow’s demon dick, swirling her tongue in the spurting streams. The witch thrust her hips a final time and then lay panting on the bed, insensible from pleasure. Buffy ran her tongue from balls to crown one last time and then stood.

Buffy Summers looked at the still-hard cock standing proudly from Willow’s crotch. Her own pussy was as wet and swollen with arousal as she could ever remember it; she wanted to fuck and be fucked, to take and be taken. Hard. She raised her head and ran her gaze past the sweaty, heaving, breasts of her best friend to look into Willow’s half-closed eyes. Something deep inside Buffy melted as she thought about how every relationship with every boy she’d ever had… had gone to hell. Exaggeration or no, Willow had always been there for her; would always be there for her.

She gently pushed Willow further onto the bed. Willow raised her shaking hand towards her friend more wordless mewls or desire emerged from her lips. Willow watched as the yellow dress was dropped to the floor, the bra and panties thrown away until the Slayer was totally naked. The redhead’s anticipation was building to an unbearable level as Buffy gently kissed the way up her thigh. Buffy, ignored Willow’s shaft as she slowly worked her way up Willow’s belly, kissing and licking and tasting the young and beautiful flesh. Willow spurted precum between their bodies as the Slayer pleasured first one stiff nipple, then the other. She clawed at the bed as Buffy finally locked lips with her and kissed with all the passion in her petite body. Willow’s lips were almost crushed as she wrestled tongue-to-tongue with her new lover.

Buffy pulled away and sat up into a kneeling position; shifting her weight so that Willow’s stretchy grey-skinned demon scrotum lay against the hot, wet heat of the Slayer’s pussy and neatly trimmed blonde bush. The unnaturally lubricating precum of the demon shaft slowly drained down the blood swollen sides to mix with Buffy’s own juices and start a strange tingling sensation in Buffy’s openly-aroused outer lips. She gently felt for Willow’s pale hands and clasped each on in her own. Willow eagerly let her fingers be pulled gently along Buffy’s tanned skin until she had one gently on each of her closest friends’ breasts.

“We’ve been looking for love in all the wrong places, all this time, Will. Oz, Angel… Willow. I’ll never leave you. I love you.”

“Oh, Buff…” Willow had tears in the corner of her eyes as she gently massaged Buffy’s breasts, “Please… I… put me inside you!”

Buffy sighed, rolling her head back as Willow played with her boobs. She started to gently pump Willow’s shaft in one small fist as she lifted herself up, manoeuvring for the best penetration. The eyes of both girls locked onto the crown of the demon dick as Buffy rubbed it against her pussy. Willow moaned as fresh fluid from the seemingly never-ending inhuman supply spurted out against her the taut stomach of the Slayer. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself down onto Willow. The witch arched her back against the bed, as the incredible feeling of Buffy flowed down her crotch. How could Angel walk away from this, curse or no? Couldn’t he find a magical way around? How could Parker give it up after a single night’s pleasure?

“B-b-b-BUFFY!” Willow cried out as the Slayer’s crotch met hers. The entire demonic shaft was inside Buffy’s pussy! She’d never felt so full. As she gently moved her petite body to test and accommodate, both girls moaned. Willow, without warning, hugged her arms around her lover and twisted on the bed. They very quickly changed into a missionary position, nipple to nipple, as Willow began to hump her hips between the strong, toned, thighs of the Slayer.

“Willow! Oh Willow!”

Willow’s damp read hair hung around her face as she started to rhythmically pump her cock into Buffy. The Slayer was squealing with pleasure on each stroke inside her, as Willow hauled her meat almost entirely out and then thrust back in. Willow’s hands were supporting her against the bed, but Buffy’s own were going wild against the witches back. In the intensity and emotion of their first fuck, Willow’s pain and hurt was entirely melting away against the fierce fire of her love and lust for the wild blonde Slayer writing beneath her flexing demon endowed body.

Willow yelped as Buffy quickly reached a screaming first climax beneath her, and scratched lines across the pale flesh of her back. Willow felt Buffy’s entire body stiffen while her demon shaft was squeezed and gripped spasmodically. Terrific pleasure exploded in her own crotch as she managed a couple more pumps before pushing herself as far inside her friend as possible and spurting infertile demon seed.

“B-Buffy… I’m COMING!”

Willow’s demon balls had a lot to give, and they gave it in fast heavy spurts that were soon squelching noisily around the plunging shaft. The heat of the wet explosions and the eroticism of her lovers’ climax deep inside her pussy continued Buffy’s orgasm in a chain orgasm. Every muscle, every sinew, every inch of Buffy’s skin seemed alive with her climax as she clutched her closest friend in her arms. Willow was close to crying with happiness as she sealed her love for her friend with her climax.

Willow collapsed heavily against the Slayer, who still twitched beneath her. Thick demon semen leaked out from Buffy’s well-fucked pussy onto the single bed duvet in the UC-Sunnydale dorm.

“Buffy… I love you.”

“Willow. You know I love you. I’ll always love you. And you?” Buffy reached down and ran her finger against Willow’s shaft, still buried inside her, “You make us both complete.”

***

Hours later, as Willow lay in exhausted sleep on the bed, Buffy sat on the toilet to let some of the demon spunk slide from her body. Her belly felt full, but not uncomfortable, while Willow’s spunk dribbled from both her pussy and ass. She was starting to worry about the ramifications of her latest relationship, when she became aware there was a growing tingling inside her. She rubbed at her sore pussy as the sensation intensified.

“What the hell is… OOOOOH!” Buffy’s sweaty spunk-spattered body jerked on the plastic toilet seat. The Slayer watched with wide eyes as the flesh of her pussy went into a strange flux. She groaned as demon dick to match Willow’s erupted from her crotch, and stood proudly erect. Willow’s demon seed was magically infertile, but neither she nor Buffy had known that it would have a unique effect on a Slayer. Buffy flicked her eyes from cock to door, and a slow smile spread across her face.

Breakfast was going to be a blast.

The End!