Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 12

His eyes flicked from Buffy's cum-covered face, semen-smeared bosom, and stiff, standing cock. The female breasts and the male cock and balls seemed to excite him. Buffy had her eyes closed, but she'd seen that the spiny-skinned demon's cock, fortunately, was not bristling with spikes the way that the rest of his body was. For that, she was thankful, because a face full of those tiny barbs would be painful, and they might also be disfiguring. The orange demon began to moan, announcing that ecstasy was imminent. Buffy closed her eyes more tightly; she didn't want the imp's vile semen in her eyes. She felt a warm blast against her nostrils, another against her lips and chin, a third against her left cheek, a fourth against her right eye, and a fifth against her forehead. In addition, she felt a stinging sensation with each load of cum that splattered against her flesh. The thing's sperm were tiny spines, and the sharp missiles stung as they pierced her skin. Horrified, Buffy's eyes snapped wide, and her lower jaw dropped-just in time to receive the last couple of spurts of seed from the demon's stiff, swollen cock. The tiny needles of his sperm shot into her mouth, and she felt them, sharp-pointed missiles, pierce her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Quickly, she snapped her jaws shut, taking a volley of the pointed sperm in her lower lip. She'd managed to shut her eyes again before any of the tiny spears of semen had punctured her eyeballs.

Buffy's hair, brow, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, and chin were awash in the demons' multi-colored semen. Gobs of blue, globs of orange, green lathers, and crimson froth decorated her features. Strands of sapphire, ribbons of ginger, olive-colored streamers, and pink banners bedecked and adorned the Slayer's pretty face; drops had dripped from her jaw and chin to her breasts, and she wore the bright globules like melted beads.

The Slayer felt humiliated, disgraced, mortified. Never would she have allowed anyone, man or demon, to abase her in such a manner, spewing their seed into her face while she knelt before them like a whore, had it not been necessary to rescue Willow from these fiends. She knew this as surely as she knew her own name, but the knowledge did not prevent her from feeling like a slut.