Smuttydale update

Harmony’s speech was garbled now, rendered unintelligible by Buffy’s tongue as it darted into her mouth. Her hips rocked uncontrollably into Buffy’s magical caress, and she felt an expanding glow as juicy nectar slickened her cunt, the feel of it leaving her loose and weakened, helpless to pull away from Buffy’s maddening lips and talented fingers. While Harmony lay on the bed, slipping into this new reality of being seduced by Buffy like it was all a beguiling dream, Buffy carefully worked her clothes away from her sensitive flesh. 

With Harmony bare, Buffy drank in the sight of her pristine beauty, her skin all tawny and soft, her hair perfectly golden, her curves so lovely as to rival Cordelia’s ample endowments. Even knowing how malicious Harmony could be under Cordelia’s tutelage and, if nothing else, what a nitwit the girl was, Buffy found herself wanting to be intimate with her. She wanted to caress Harmony, and love her, and have all those things done to her in turn.

She was more comfortable with how she wanted to leave Harmony enslaved to Monty’s cock, desperate for more of the painful pleasure only it could give.

Buffy slipped out of her own clothes, always keeping at least one hand caressing Harmony lightly, making sure her flesh was humming along with sweet expectation. Then she moved over Harmony’s writhing body, her kisses trailing down the flat, graceful sweep of her stomach, the lovely dimple of her belly button, to the fragrant patch of spun gold burnished between her thighs. Buffy could smell the natural perfume of the girl’s arousal as she brushed her lips against those blonde curls; then she was so close that her tongue had barely left her mouth before it was in the hot, moist opening of Harmony’s sex.

Gently, Buffy opened Harmony’s legs a little wider, then parted Harmony’s folds with a careful touch of her fingers. She could see Harmony’s clitoris swelling up to meet her. Her tongue circled it, neared it, and finally licked expertly along all of its thrumming length.

Harmony moaned loudly, her hips spiking reflexively, pushing her womanhood right up into the teasing of Buffy’s tongue. Her thighs opened up, parting her tight buttocks, and Buffy saw the loosening sphincter of Harmony’s asshole. Brushing her lips against the opening, she ran her tongue all over Harmony’s slit, from the hair above the clit to the twitching anus so exposed that it was practically begging to be penetrated. 

Harmony’s eyes rolled up in her head to see hazy, unreal visions as Buffy’s tongue spread fire through her womanhood. It was better than anything she’d ever felt. Buffy lashed her sex into an indolent, irresistible warmth, stopping only to kiss Harmony’s taut asscheeks and watch her nectar roll down through the valley parting her ass. Buffy lapped happily, slavishly inside Harmony’s labia, knowing that Harmony’s will to resist was running out of her as surely as the creamy lubrication was, and that soon she would do anything for more of the wonderful sensations.

The simmering blonde, suddenly introduced to a world of pleasure she hadn’t known existed, was swept along just as Buffy had thought she would be. The movement of Buffy’s tongue wasn’t stopping at the gates of her sex, but was moving back to her tailbone, expanding through her hips and belly, all the way to the heaving mounds of her cleavage. It felt like her whole body was being licked. Harmony knew she couldn’t feel this good without an orgasm, that soon she was going to explode from being touched by another woman, and she couldn’t even spare a thought for how repulsive it was or how this proved Buffy was the dyke Cordelia had always rumored her to be.

For years, Harmony had cruelly tried to get a rumor going that Buffy and Willow were girlfriends, seeing it as slightly more embarrassing than going out with Xander, but now she relished the sight of Buffy’s leg swinging over her head, the Slayer completing her domination of the cheerleader by showing off athletic prowess that put Harmony to shame. Harmony, dimwitted in the most sober of moments, didn’t even realize how badly she’d been beaten. She only wrapped her legs around Buffy’s head and her arms around Buffy’s waist, knowing instinctively what was expected of her in this new position Buffy had chosen for them. Her hazy vision cleared and, with a burst of affection, she saw the same orifice that Buffy was so enthusiastically tonguing on her own physique.

“Wow, Buffy… you’re such a… Buffy!” she cried fondly, immediately planting a kiss in the wet cleft of Buffy’s womanhood. It had to be said that Harmony was equally as thoughtless in returning Buffy’s passion as she had been in perpetuating Cordelia’s spitefulness, and that put Buffy in a very forgiving mood as she endeavored to show Harmony exactly how a woman’s cunt should be eaten.

She would still be introducing Harmony to Monty’s brand of lovemaking, but now she found herself hoping that the inevitable, painful stretching of girl around demon cock would be over soon so Harmony could get on with enjoying being part of their little harem. And in fact, licking Harmony like she was, probably was making that eventual suffering far lesser than it could’ve been.

Buffy wondered if she should tongue Harmony’s ass. Just to be on the safe side.