A Pep Talk

Why not?” asked Buffy as she guided Willow’s hands to her erection as it strained mightily within her sleeve.

“Well, I’m pretty plain and small, you know?” answered the redhead as she stroked Buffy’s cock.

The slayer hefted her balls over onto her thigh, giving the other hermpire access to her neglected slit, “Not that small, you’re bigger than Xandra and Jessi”

Willow slid off of her stool to kneel between Buffy’s legs to stimulate her pussy with her lips and tongue between words, “A bit maybe. I guess this is where you’re going to tell me size doesn’t matter?” Her point was emphasized when she pressed her face to the base of the slayer’s cock, the mighty shaft extending well past the top of her head as it waved gently in the air.

“Hardly. Of course, size matters.” There was a reason why she’d had to wave off no less than six suitors in the past couple of minutes, “But most people are around your size, plenty of them smaller and they still have plenty of sex. Heck, its not like you have a micro penis, Willow. And even if you did that still leave you with a wonderfully snug little pussy to get reamed.”

“Still...”

“Turn that frown around. It’s not like your size is set anyway. This time two years ago, I wasn’t even as big as Cordelia.” Most of that was thanks to her Slayer-ness coming in, but Willow certainly didn’t need to know that.

“Really?” The look of innocent hope on the girl’s face was a little bit heart breaking.

“Really. You know what they say. You have a dick as big as your personality. And your personality isn’t set. Seize the day, Willow. Get out in that orgy and finds someone to top. Hey, I’ll meet you out there in a little bit. I’ve gotta suck- take care of something.” 

Buffy had noticed Giles being all Watchery up on the balcony and she headed that way, her mouth suddenly rather dry.

Giles was getting head from a dark skinned hermpire but her attention was almost entirely focused on the orgy taking place on the floor below. That wouldn’t be all that odd except from that look of intense concentration gracing the watcher’s pretty face, Buffy was guessing she wasn’t just appreciating the view. Plus, what was with that sweater? There was barely even any cleavage on display...