Season Finale

Fifteen vampires. Three days since Drusilla had been empowered and she'd clearly been busy. With Spike dead, Buffy had expected that she'd be out for ****. She'd just thought the formerly passive vampiress would be a bit less direct, maybe be a bit more villainy and take her sweet time setting up some elaborate apocalypse or something.

She snap kicked one in the face before ducking and spinning under the attacks of two more. She lashed out with one hand as she whirled, snatching an ankle and turning the unfortunate vamp into an improvised weapon, bowling over two more before she released him sending him crashing into a book case.

This late it had just been her and Kendra in the school library, the ostensible reason being training though the real reason was of course, fucking. They hadn't got any further than some light kissing before the vampire hoard burst into the room. It was fortunate that Kendra had been here, fifteen vampires even newborns were a bit much for Buffy to handle alone. With two slayers, it was honestly just a good work out.

Then suddenly the equation changed as Drusilla made an appearance, striding into the fight imperiously her eyes focused on Buffy. Her minions melted away as she approached shifting their attention to Kendra and suddenly Buffy was fending off the elder vampiress's arms that were hitting like battering rams. The strength of her blows startling, coming from such a whip thin fragile looking woman.

Buffy watched Drusilla's eyes as they telegraphed her moves, giving her the foreknowledge she needed to interpose her own arms and redirecting the **** of the vampire's attacks.

It was a mistake.

She fell into those eyes, those deep captivating eyes.

An eternity passed in one second.

Then she was fighting again and she launched herself forward, only to stop short as Drusilla held a hand out low with long nailed fingers splayed pointing directly at Buffy's crotch. The hand moved in a slow circle in the air and Buffy was utterly shocked to feel her hips moving in time, slow sexy circles. Then Drusilla pulled her hand back and forth and Buffy found herself slowly humping the air. Her cock slithered and expanded in her pants and she could almost feel the ghostly touch of the vampire's hand.

“Nasty serpent in the grass...naughty little girl...”

Then she really could feel it as Drusilla pantomimed wrapping her hand around a shaft and started to stroke. Buffy's cock was quickly becoming a steel bar, painfully contorted in the tight confines of her pants.

Buffy could not believe what was happening as Drusilla lifted her hand and she found herself rising up on her toes, pulled by her cock upwards. An echo of a memory bubbled up, the similar feeling when she'd faced the Master and found herself paralyzed with just a gesture as he drank the life from her. Terror filled her as she fought to maintain her balance, her buttocks tight as she thrust her pelvis as high as she could to follow the rising motion of Drusilla's hand. A humiliating moan escaped her lips as the vampire brought her hand to her lips and ran her tongue across an invisible cock that Buffy felt upon her own aching cockhead.

Then the pleasurable feeling was banished as Drusilla's hand dropped down low and Buffy's straining legs relaxed, her hips falling with it. The reprieve was short lived as the master vampiress made a cupping gesture and the Slayer went bowlegged as her scrotum shifted within her pants pressing up against the apex of her thighs. Instant reflexive fear struck as her most **** parts were somehow grabbed by Drusilla's invisible power. Buffy was no stranger to the mind wrenching searing pain of violent contact to her balls, every vampire instinctively went for the nut-strike when facing a Slayer. She'd resorted to a protective cup in the beginning but her resting-state testes had long since grown past the point that that was remotely feasible, to say nothing of their size when fully demoned out.

Will sapped by the hypnotic vampiress Buffy could only shake her head and plead with her eyes.

Drusilla narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips as if scolding a wayward ch1ld, “You hurt me. Took my baby boy, my Spike. It hurts oh it hurts so...how does it hurt? Like this...”

Her hand slowly clenched and Buffy cried out and fell to her knees as that all too familiar pain erupted as the pressure upon her testicles ramped up rapidly.

Drusilla threw her head back and sighed as she turned away, “Yes! Yes, sing for me! Sing.”

Nearby Kendra was faltering, the vampire hoard were getting in each others' way as often as not but there was only so much she could do against such overwhelming numbers. Managing to dispatch one with a stake to the heart, she received only pain as a reward when one female vampire's fist punched through the dispersing dust to smash directly into her jaw even as another drove its foot into her lower back.

A moment passed with a ringing in her ears and stars in her eyes in which she could do little more than hold a defensive position to ward off further blows. When no attack came immediately, she went on the offensive, lashing out with arms and legs only to be thrown off balance when she made no contact. The vampires had inexplicably fallen back rather than press the attack. Kendra had only a bare second to appreciate her reprieve as her momentum was violently arrested by the steel-like grip of a cold hand upon her throat.

All she saw was eyes... deep mad eyes...

Buffy was recovered enough to shakily get to her feet even as the dull ache still seemed to radiate outward from her sack. She saw minion vamps hanging back in a circle around them, their twisted faces showing their sick delight at the scene before them. Kendra was caught by Drusilla's hypnotic power, standing and swaying awkwardly in time with the vampiress's hand held level with her loins. As Buffy watched, Drusilla modified her gesture changing from a full hand clutch to just her thumb and forefinger in a loose pinch.

“Oh! No sneaky snake here... Just a bitty worm for her mother bird....”

Buffy could see Kendra's boner twitching in her pants as it struggled to follow Drusilla's hand and the girl's hips followed too, her face completely relaxed as she stared at the vampiress. Remembering her own recent helplessness by Dru's hypno eyes, righteous anger flared and Buffy moved forward, kicking an earlier discarded stake off the ground and into her hand, “Magic ****-y time is over! Fondle this!”

Drusilla's head whipped around but she still made it look look languid and sleepy as she commanded, “Take out your cock.”

Buffy was instantly brought up short and she found herself uttering a meek, “Okay.” With her free hand she attempted to unsnap her jeans but found difficulty because of the way her still throbbing erection pulled the material absurdly tight. Regretfully, she dropped the stake and used both hands to undo her jeans and unzip them. She was more than a bit mortified to reveal her very favorite banana hammock, one apparently designed for one very well hung and yet also extremely girly gay man. It was pink and pastel blue, lacy with little bows. She didn't hesitate to push it down her thighs to hide in within her crumpled up jeans.

Her cock in all its glory was now revealed for all to see, thrusting straight out from beneath her well trimmed brown fuzz like an enormous fleshy meat bat. With copious amounts of sex with Kendra to supplement her daily masturbation, it was fully human. But at ten and a half inches and thicker than her forearm, it was still a monster. She couldn't help but flush as she heard a female vampire mutter in the background, “Shit... tell me we get to ride that hot slayer dick before we eat her...”

Trying very hard not to think about the rest of this very distressing situation, Buffy just stared at her cock and really wished she'd listened to Giles....

“Now see here, Buffy, look at this!” he said as he held up his stupid Watcher book full of Slayer penis drawings.

She kept her hand over her eyes, declaring, “Oh no! Seriously. As in never. With a capital N and all the rest.”

Giles sighed but continued anyway, “Fine. Just listen then and maybe you'll finally understand why it is so important to let me take your phallus's full measure. The strength of Kendra's Slayer abilities are quite different from what I've been able to observe of your own. Her potential strength, speed, stamina, and durability are on the low end of the spectrum, substantially less than your own which is no surprise given the difference in your sizes-”

Buffy dropped her hand to glare and growl, “And what do you know about my size?!”

Giles looked acutely uncomfortable but he tried to shake it off, “Come now, Buffy. Your... bulge is quite unmistakable...”

She put aside the really wiggy fact that Giles had just admitted to checking out her package as she realized the true culprit. In a low accusing voice she said, “Willow.” She'd trusted her best friend enough to actually show her penis to and she'd actually told Giles!

Giles rubbed the bridge of his nose with exasperation, “You do remember Xander's idiotic love spell debacle don't you?”

Buffy meeped in dismay as those rather fuzzy but still quite affecting memories surfaced, “Objection retracted.”

“Now... as I was saying, Kendra's prophetic dream potential is middling which puts it leagues above your own. No doubt it is what alerted Sam Zabuto to the recent problems in need of resolving here on the Hellmouth.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, muttering about the stupid nightmares she'd had when she'd first been Called.

“And her ability to sense vampires is rather decent whereas yours seems to be virtually non-existant.”

“What? I can sense vampires. Do it all the time. Also Kendra totally thought I was a vamp. How is that 'rather decent'.”

“First. I was talking an extra-sensory perception of them. Simply knowing they are there. You've made up for your lack of that with attention to detail and experience. Second. Sensing a vampire is detecting their demonic taint. Vampires are demon-human hybrids. And in point of fact, so too are Slayers though obviously in a completely different way. Kendra was able to sense the demonic essence that powers the Slayer's abilities and when added to her observation of you consorting with Angel... well, her conclusion was perfectly understandable.”

“Yea. Whatever. Tell me something else she sucks at.”

“Mental defense. Her ability to ward off magical mental influence as well as the hypnosis of greater vampires is unfortunately absolutely dismal.”

Buffy pumped a fist and cheered, “Hah! Figures with all that submissive 'got to follow orders' sir business of hers. I'm sure I've got that one...” She trailed off, her smile fading as she remembered her **** at the Master's hands.

Giles was distinctly uncomfortable well aware of the traumatic memories his Slayer was reliving.

Buffy quickly shook it off with a confident smirk and apparently forgetting her shyness in regards to her member as she now leaned back on the counter and tapped her hip, emphasizing the thick tubular shape distending the front of her jeans, “She's got that little thing and I got this big thing. I think its clear I've got more brain power!”

“You're not listening. If size was all that mattered, then you would be better in every way when it comes to your Slayer powers. Look here.” He ordered as he found the right page and held open the book to her.

She looked before she could stop herself and saw a very Japanese artsy drawing of a girl with a very large cock thrusting out of her kimono. She held it in a two hand grip as if it were a sword. On the next page was a diagram of just the penis with scrawled text all around. She read the notations enough to catch that it was at least thirteen inches long. “Who's that?” she found herself asking, feeling an odd kinship and a desire to know more about her.

“Makimura Yuki. A very successful and powerful Japanese Slayer. She lived at the end of the seventeenth century, trained by a samurai.”

Buffy didn't want to know but she did, “How'd she die?”

“The Master. He used his hypnosis on her, killed and turned her into a vampire. She's still around today, Buffy. Her size meant nothing.”

That wasn't what she wanted to hear and she snatched the book from his hands. She quickly scanned the text until she found it. With a smile and a triumphantly pointed finger she said, “She had seven inches when she was Called! And I think this width-girth or whatever was totally smaller too. I was eight and a half inches last year, Giles! I'm over ten now! I'm going to be huge!” After a moment she seemed to realize what she'd just said and her demeanor changed, “Which is totally gross and something I totally do not want. Whatever. I'm done.”

She turned and walked away, only to swing back and snatch the book, “I'm taking this.”

Buffy strode off imperiously to study her Slayer heritage and totally not have sexy fun time alone with a book full of sexy chicks with dicks (that were all assuredly smaller than her own).

Drusilla's voice was like liquid as she held Kendra up in the air with one hand around her throat, “Play with your cock as you watch.”

Buffy squeaked, “Sure.” Her hands found her shaft and squeezed and pulled, “Just so you know. I was totally going to do that anyway. Once I rub one out... oooh boy, bad day for you guys.” There wasn't much strength in her voice as she started to jerk herself off in earnest in a room full of vampires.