Smuttydale update

With Slayer strength, and heedless of how being moved in this vulnerable moment pained the cheerleader, Buffy shouldered Harmony and rutting Monty aside to slip out from under them. She shot some more pictures, some more video—she wanted to catch the moment that Harmony forgot she was fucking a demon and only cared that she was being fucked.

Harmony was taking more with every passing moment. The demon’s cock pitched in and out of her endlessly, flooding her senses with painful joy. The unending rhythm of his massive prick, the depth of its penetration, and the tireless constancy of its passage through her tender sex, all of it sent her into an increasing frenzy, a level of anticipation that was almost a climax in itself. 

She was going to come soon, she felt it happening despite all her better judgment, all her morals, everything she believed in. She was going to orgasm at the hands of something not even human, forever debase herself with perversion—ugly, filthy perversion! 

But she couldn’t resist, couldn’t do a thing to change how wonderful the literal monster cock felt inside her. She couldn’t even feel ashamed of herself. Buffy was holding her close, fondly, affectionately, and the demon was mating her so good—making it feel so right. She loved it. She loved feeling so loved—like she was finally getting all the warmhearted attention she deserved!

Buffy fondled Harmony’s pouting breasts, kissed her panting lips. Harmony wasn’t quite in a state to respond to her, but it was enough to feel her body jerking with each savage thrust that Monty gave her. She could feel Harmony’s growing heat blazing all through her flesh, even searing out of her parted lips whenever she threw herself back to meet Monty’s driving cock.

“You’re ours, Harm,” Buffy whispered, so tenderly that it was mocking. “You wanted to be Cordelia’s bitch, well, now you’re ours. Mine and Monty’s, and just so you don’t forget, Monty’s going to leave his cum trickling out of you for the next eight hours or so. You’re one of us now, another demon-fuck, just like me.” She looked into Harmony’s eyes, glassy with pleasure, and saw them roll back in her head as her orgasm mounted inside her. It wouldn’t hit her until it was big enough to blow her head off. “Now beg Monty to come inside you. Beg!”

Harmony looked at her as if trying to discern Buffy’s face through the tears misting her eyes, see if she was serious, but even Harmony couldn’t deny that this was all real. She looked over her shoulder and whispered plaintively to her demon lover. “Come inside me, Monty! Please… come in my pussy! I’ll… I’ll take all your cum! I’ll remember I’m your demon-fuck!”

Buffy slapped her, so hard it left a handprint blazing scarlet on Harmony’s cheek. “I didn’t say ask nicely. I said beg.”

“Please, Monty!” Harmony pleaded, her chest racked with sobs. “I’ll never forget! I’ll never forget! I’m your demon-fuck!”

“Straight up,” Buffy said approvingly. She’d gotten it all on her phone’s recorder app. Maybe she’d make it her new ringtone.