Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 8

of God? It seemed that, as a Slayer, Buffy served the will of God, for she was his scourge, but did she not, at the same time, serve her own will-and, possibly other wills as well, which were, at times, at least, antithetical to the will of God? Wasn't a delight in wickedness itself a wickedness? Wasn't an attraction to that which was perverse an act of sin? If so, did such an attraction lead, eventually and inevitably, to an endless, tormented existence in just such a demon dimension as the one in which Buffy found herself at the moment?

Although, as she walked through the darkening, twilight countryside, Buffy continuously wiped the coating of semen from her bare body, it seemed that she couldn't wipe away the thick, viscid seed completely. She still felt the squirming, wriggling sperm as they swam this way and that across her breasts, belly, groin, legs, back, and ass. She made a face as she remembered, from her biology class, that sperm-human sperm, at any rate-could live for twenty-four hours or more after they'd been ejaculated. Did that mean that she'd still be covered with writhing sperm as late as tomorrow evening? It would be just her luck, Buffy thought, sighing.

The Slayer stepped on something that felt nothing like earth or rock or plant. It was shaped like a cylinder, and it was as thick as her wrist. It wasn't soft, but it gave under the pressure of her bare foot, and she sprang back, thinking she'd stepped on some sort of serpent. Then, a safe distance from the snake or whatever it was she'd stepped on, Buffy gazed down at the ground. Her eyes widened at the impossible thing she saw. She hadn't stepped on a snake, and she hadn't stepped on a vine or a root. She'd stepped on a phallus! All around her, as far as she could see, the demon plain was thick with phalli. They grew from the prairie, the way that cacti or mushrooms might grow, in profusion, but, instead of being composed of leaves and stems, these phalli were fleshly. They grew out of the ground, like plants, but they were erect penises, with fleshly shafts, pink, domed glans, and thick blue veins. Some were topped with clear drops of dewy fluid. She wondered whether their testicles grew, like bulbs, beneath the ground. Could these fleshly penis-plants impregnate or would they be sterile? Buffy certainly did not want to know.