Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 6

The dildo's head still inside Xander's asshole, Faith tightened the muscles in her own buttocks, the sinews in her thighs and belly constricting as the Slayer prepared to drive the thick, firm prick back into his buttocks, filling him to the very hilt, until the fake balls at the base of the fake cock pressed firmly against the bottom curves of Xander's ass, flattening his butt-cheeks between the crushing force of her groin.

However, before the Slayer could accomplish her intention, the wall of the motel room, the window in its center, part of the splintered doorframe, and the combination air conditioner-heating unit exploded inwardly, showering the startled couple in bed with glass, wood, and metal debris.

"What the hell?" Faith thundered as she saw the demon-things step through the hole they'd crashed through the side of the room.

Covered in shaggy hides, with bulbous heads amid wavering tentacles; broad shoulders; deep chests; short, but powerful, arms; and thick, squat legs, there were three of them-all with huge erections and balls the size of a punching bag. They were amazingly fast, too. Before Faith could do more than cry out, the fiends were upon her. With a mighty swipe of an arm, the first to arrive at the side of the bed, batted her away from Xander, the end of the dildo popping from his reamed asshole, and, ignoring him altogether, seized Faith by the neck. The others were upon her as well, within an instant, before Xander realized that Faith was no longer in bed with him and her dildo was no longer lodged inside his bottom.