Smuttydale update

“Oh, oohh, please!” Harmony cried, straining to look back at Buffy’s face while Monty’s thrusts sent lustful spasms throughout her body, her head rebounding off Buffy’s firm thighs as it shook with pleasure. “Please, Buffy, I can’t be doing this! Not with… with a… a DEMON!” And upon mentioning the identity of her new lover, she screamed with horror and humiliation and gathering enjoyment. “BUFFY!”

Buffy, shaking her hand, circled her hand over Harmony’s bare hip, patting it a few times to reassure her. “Can’t do it, babe. Monty’s got his knot in you now and that thing’s not coming out until he gets his rocks off. Your best bet is to get him off fast. You do Kegels?”

Harmony’s voice dropped to an rasping screech full of denied pleasure. “HNNNGH!”

She had just come again.

The bit about Monty’s knot and Buffy being unable to stop him was a bit of an exaggeration. She didn’t know if Harmony quite got the Slayer thing and all that it entailed. But the point was, Buffy could tell Harmony was enjoying herself—certainly a lot more than Buffy had enjoyed being the target of all the Cordettes’ little quips and stares over the years. It’d probably be less traumatic for her to resign herself to being a monster slut than it would be for Buffy to ‘rescue’ her and let Harmony try to reconcile how she’d been demonically violated with the fact that she’d loved it.

“Maybe this is all for the best,” Buffy said reasonably.

“HOW CAN IT BE FOR THE BEST?” Harmony cried, then tensing as she felt Buffy licking across the stretched rim of where Monty was penetrating her.

“It’s certainly making you sweeter,” Buffy quipped, smacking her lips, before spitting the mixture of her saliva and Harmony’s juices—and Monty’s precum—into her right hand. She’d need some lubrication for what came next.

“I need a partner,” Buffy continued, reaching for the tight pucker of Harmony’s asshole. She wished she could see the surprised look on the cheerleader’s face as she fingered through the resistance of her anus and pushed all the way into her rectum. “As you might’ve noticed, Monty has too much dick for one gal. Well, almost too much. You’re turning out to be a lot looser than I would’ve thought. Do you need special tampons or something?”

Between the sodomy and the insult, Buffy heard Harmony groan in dismay. She smiled. Slowly, begrudgingly, the cheerleader was letting herself be broken. And the sooner Harmony resigned herself to being Buffy’s cockslut rather than one of Cordelia’s little helpers, the happier she’d be. Well, the happier Buffy would be.

“And yet, there’s only one way to handle a hard cock like that,” Buffy went on. “He has to have a warm, wet hole to fuck. Now, I could’ve let him fuck me—he’s done it before—over and over again—but then you’d have told everybody at school and I prefer to keep this extracurricular activity to myself. Almost to myself. Now that you’ve had demon cock, I’m sure you won’t tell anyone about my arrangement with Monty. Because it’s about to become our arrangement with Monty.”