Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 4

"Hi, Buffy," Anya had said, upon admitting the Slayer, "how's every-whoa! What the hell?" Her eyes had widened at the sight of the bulge in Buffy's sweatpants. "You have a cock!"

Buffy had nodded, adding, "And balls." She'd explained to Anya about the Feral demon's bite.

Now, they talked about the attack.

"Feral demons are nasty," Anya said.

"How long do the, uh, side-effects last?"

Anya shrugged. "I've never been bitten by one." She gazed at Buffy's crotch. "Unfortunately." Anya bit her lower lip in thought. "They tend to recur, though."

Buffy frowned. "That's all I need."

Anya stepped close. She put her hands upon the cheeks of Buffy's ass, kissing her firmly upon the lips as she squeezed the Slayer's firm, compact buttocks. "Are you sure about that, Buffy?" she whispered, her breath warm upon Buffy's neck.

Buffy kissed her back, sliding her tongue between Anya's lips. They lost themselves in one another, surrendering entirely to the physical sensations that swept through their minds and bodies. Buffy had come here to seduce Anya, but it wasn't clear to her who was seducing whom, nor did it matter.

Their tongues swirled about one another, smooth, slick muscles flicking and thrusting and rolling about in each other's wet mouth-pussies. Their nipples swelled and stiffened, and their clitorises enlarged within the moist caverns of their cunts. Buffy felt a tremble of excitement flash through her, and she returned Anya's embrace, clutching the demon's buttocks with the same fervent intensity with which Anya cupped Buffy's ass cheeks.

"I've thought of doing this with you many times," Anya confessed.

"Me, too," Buffy admitted.

"Let's get naked," Anya invited, as bold and direct in speaking her mind as ever.

They undressed. Of similar height, both women were beautiful blondes with comparable charms.