Complications and a Corpse

As Buffy fired away into Willow, Xandra likewise orgasmed, though she didn't produce anywhere near as much jizz. Buffy pulled out of Willow and let Xandra's flaccid dick slide out of her.

The duo looked at her imploringly. Buffy didn't need to be told what they wanted.

"Go ahead," she told them. The lesser hermpires beamed and began licking up Buffy's cum, from her body, from their own bodies, from Jessi (which caused the taller hermpire to rouse from her blissful coma and join in), even from the floor. Buffy watched them work, smiling indulgently, and considering their future.

Willow was a real find; with a little training she'd make a first-rate fucktoy, the jewel of any harem. While Buffy felt sorry the girl had had to endure Cordelia's ****, she was pleased the local dominant hadn't realized how much potential the redhead possessed so Buffy could have her. Xandra and Jessi also had potential, albeit less so. Training them up would take more work, but Buffy relished the challenge. Not to mention, such a project appealed to her humanitarian instincts.

All four got dressed and began filing out of the room. Suddenly, Xandra slapped her forehead.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said, riffling through her pockets. "You dropped this weird dildo when you bumped into me before."

She held out a stake. Buffy winced. Willow and Jessi stared at it.

"That's not a dildo," Willow declared. "It's too pointy for safety. Also, potential splinter-y."

Buffy thought fast. "It's...uh, for personal defense. Latest thing in LA, everyone has 'em."

Willow looked skeptical, but kept her mouth shut, unwilling to question her new patron. Buffy took the stake and put it in her bag...at which point Cordelia walked up to them. Her nostrils flared at the scent of recent sex, and beneath her skirt her beautiful dick began rising; instinctively, so did Buffy's.

"These pencil-dicks bothering you?" Cordelia asked Buffy.

"Nope," Buffy declared. She noticed Jessi giving Cordelia a longing stare; clearly the tall brunette had a crush on the local queen bee. Well, Buffy would train her out of it eventually. Cordelia, of course, completely ignored the lesser hermpire and kept speaking.

"Well, I don't mean to interrupt your downward mobility, but I just wanted to tell you that you won't be meeting Coach Foster – the hermpire with the chest hair – because gym was cancelled due to the **** dead chick in the locker."

Buffy stared at the brunette. "What?"

Cordelia shrugged. "Some gal was stuffed in Aura's locker."

Buffy was still in shock. "Dead?"

Cordelia was enjoying the blonde's discomfiture. "Totally dead. Way dead."

"So not just a little dead, then?" That was Xandra earning a glare from Cordy. Buffy was impressed that Xandra was able to needle such a better endowed hermpire; it could be a useful asset for Buffy. Still, that was for the future. In the meantime...

"This body," Buffy said, "Any marks on it?"

It was Cordelia's turn to stare, "Why do you care?"

Buffy was all business now. "Not important. Were. Their. Marks?"

Cordelia shrugged. "Dunno. They aren't...where are you going?"

Buffy was already headed for the gym; Cordy followed. Her way was barred by Principal Flutie, who began babbling about how students couldn't be permitted in. Buffy sighed and opened her jeans. Unlike Giles, Flutie had no protections against Buffy's monstercock, and the principal got out of her way. Buffy went in, leaving a slackjawed Cordy behind her.

"So big..." the brunette whimpered, shocked to realize that her reign as Sunnydale's studliest slut might be at an end.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by Shendude)