Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 15

The crack in the wall deepened and lengthened. Another appeared, and another. There was a loud crumbling sound.

"Shut your cock hole, witch!" Baphomet thundered.

Part of the throne room's ceiling caved in. The frigid air of the arctic mountains rushed into the chamber. Another quake jolted the building.

Willow stared at the devil. "I don't do cocks," she said. She looked again at Buffy, into her eyes. "You're also beautiful and sexy as hell-and good in bed-very good!"

"Don't listen to her!" Baphomet shouted at Buffy. "You are a whore, a slut, a bitch, without modesty or morals-"

The left wall crumbled, falling, and a deep fissure appeared in the floor. Stones loosened, falling into the black abyss below the palace.

Buffy winked at Willow. "No," she told the devil, "I'm Buffy the vampire slayer-or, in your case, since you're a freaky hermaphroditic freak, a shemale vampire slayer."

Before he could react, Buffy shoved herself off his lap, jerking away from the huge cock that had impaled her buttocks. His semen trailed between her anus and the tip of his sperm-smeared cock.

One of the skulls holding up the throne collapsed into dust, and the great chair toppled. Another crack opened in the ceiling, and more stones rained down from above. Baphomet, seated in a pool of spilled semen, paled.

"This place-it's all a lie," Buffy declared.

"It's something he created," Willow said. "It's foundation is doubt and fear, and its stones and timbers are guilt, shame, humiliation, and despair."

"Like the statues in the alcoves in the portico, the ones showing couples-uh-coupling-the ones he called Initiation, Humiliation, and Travesty."

"What about them?" Willow asked.

A deep rumbling sounded, coming, it seemed, from below the palace. It grew louder and louder. The throne room, like the palace itself, shuddered. The whole edifice seemed about to collapse, Buffy thought. They had to get out of here fast.