Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 8

As she floated upon her back, past the stone-flesh walls of the cunt, surrounded by questing sperm, great gobs of the thick, viscid semen ran down the curved sides of the pussy and dripped from its ceiling, often splattering Buffy anew. Occasionally, some of the salty seed would fall into her face. She wiped it away with the semen-smeared back of her hand. Buffy had been fucked many times-by Angel, by Parker, by Riley, by Spike, and by others-and her own cunt, on a much reduced scale, had suffered this same irrigation from their cocks, filling with their semen and sperm. She'd never before experienced an ejaculation on this scale and from this perspective-no woman had; now that she had, however, she felt a kinship toward her own pussy. She felt sympathetic to her cunt and the near-violence of repeated ejaculations (to say nothing of her male partners' repeated pelvic thrusts and penile jabs) that it must endure.

The semen carried Buffy to the opening of the cunt, and, as it oozed forth, she rode a crest outside, onto the limestone lips of the pussy's labia.

She'd lost precious time, and Willow was still in the hands-or claws-or tentacles-of the demons who'd abducted her. For all Buffy knew, they might, even now, be having their way with the witch. Buffy had already had visions of what demons "having their way" with Willow might represent, and she didn't want to think about that again-it had been horrible. Instead, the semen still running in slow, meandering streams down her breasts, belly, genitals, thighs, back, and ass, and the sperm still frantically darting up and down and across her bare flesh, Buffy waded through the pool of semen that had washed back out of the planet's pussy and made her way across the solid rock of the labia. She resumed her trek toward the north, at a right angle to the sun that, now that dusk was at hand, was sinking in the west. She hoped that the sphere of light with which Willow had been directing her might reappear to direct her again, but she had no real hope that it would. Unless the ball of light did reappear, the gigantic fortress atop the ice mountains to the north seemed Buffy's best chance at locating Willow's captors.