Message-ID: <20582eli$9903150456@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Michael f smith" Subject: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Blood Queen Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7ci7h4$sa6$0@207.18.95.25> This story contains sexual situations and is to be read by adults only. Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Blood Queen By Svengali (with help fromYenoc) Buffy awoke in the world of the Blood King’s dream. Her sleep had been fitful and had been plagued with terrible nightmares. Those she loved--her mother, Angel, Willow, Xander, and Giles--all suffered torture and despair at the taloned hands of the Blood King’s sadistic and depraved minions, while she, the Slayer, fruitlessly sought them. Her efforts were met with demonic cackles in the darkness. For an instant, at a street corner, a door, in a passing car speeding down otherwise dead and melancholy streets, she caught sight of someone she loved, but rescue was impossible. Her last dream was of her mother. She had thought the nightmares had ended, and seemed to awaken to the sound of her mother at her bedroom door. “Buffy? Are you awake?” The teen sat bolt upright in her bed and threw off her bed clothes. “Yes, Mother. Thank God I am.” She went to the door in her night shirt. The room was dark. She opened the door. Mrs. Summer stood in the doorway. She was naked. Her mouth and her chin were smeared with blood. “Oh, Mother…” When her mother spoke, Buffy saw her fangs. Her eyes were hard, accusatory, and derisive. “Foolish, stubborn, stupid girl. This is your doing. You have resisted the King, and now we all suffer because of you.” It was painful to look at her mother’s nude body. It would be awkward enough under normal circumstances, but now that she was a vampire, Buffy could well imagine the constant depravity that must bombard her mother’s attractive body. “Were the purity of your soul and your humanity so precious to you that Willow, Xander, and I, and everyone, must live in unending agony in order to preserve our failure of a Slayer?” Her mother stepped into her room and clutched Buffy’s shoulders through the thin night shirt. Her eyes blazed crimsonly and her talons bit into Buffy’s flesh. She stank of sex and death. Hunger--depraved and tragic hunger--filled her eyes. Buffy didn’t have the heart to make a move, and could not speak. She silently wept, tears drenching her face. “If only I could drink from you! If only I could defile you as I have been defiled, but the Blood King forbids this.” And from out of the night his deep voice boomed. “Slayer…” Mrs. Summer released her, and Buffy went to the window. A pair of blood red twin moon eyes pulsed in the midnight sky. The King. “Slayer…come to me! End this. Be mine and I will free your world. Be my queen.” The voice became mocking. “Slayer…you have slain everyone yourself single-handedly, and destroyed the world you had sought to protect. Slayer, be mine…” Buffy had awakened at that point, his demonic voice still reverberating in her mind. It was day, and yet, a strange day, for the sky was blood red and the world was silent. She knew this time that she was awake, for she felt weak and dizzy from lack of sleep and worry. But something was horribly wrong. Everything had undergone an evil change. The blood in the sky pulsed in everything. It felt like a dream. But it was the Blood King’s dream. She was a prisoner, it seemed, in this monster’s dream. She dressed quickly and sought out her mother in the house. “Mother?” she called. “Mother, are you here?” She checked every room. Mrs. Summer wasn’t there. Perhaps, then, she had not been vampirized. Yet. But what was this place? She went outside and stood in her front yard, surveying a neighborhood she had come to love. It was silent , lifeless, and empty as a graveyard. All there was was the insidious pulsing intensity, which, although it eluded definition, could not be denied. She listened to the silence as she walked down the empty street. There was a sound--a dull, throbbing sound--more a deep vibration, more felt than heard--a great heart beating. Beating underground. “Ssssssss…” came a sudden hissing sound, and smoky steam began to emanate from a manhole cover set in the middle of the street before her. “Ssssssssssslaaaaaayerrrrrrrr…..” The cover shot upward like a cork and flew a great distance before clattering thunderously in the street. “Sssssssssslaaaaaayerrrrrrrrr….” It came from the hole. Buffy stood looking down into it. Heat and dampness washed upward from the hole. A ladder led down. Down then. The Blood King. Buffy must go to him and destroy him or become his queen. She descended. The heat and damp embraced her with palpable tendrils. The ladder ended, and Buffy found herself in a narrow passage. Its walls were lined with blazing torches. The strange heartbeat was louder down here, and it was warm and damp, as if the overheated earth perspired. A stench of decay pervaded the place. Buffy, her clothes damp and heavy on her, went down the passage. She would follow this heartbeat to its source--the Blood King. What decayed here? she wondered. Did the dead lie rotting within these walls, or had they left their soilly beds to restlessly wander these catacombs? Perhaps she might run into one of them. If I do, Buffy told herself, he’ll be just a pile of limbs and guts when I’m through with him! She could hear rats in the walls at either side of her, and every now and again a rodent emerged and rushed with a squeal across the floor. But she was the Slayer, and was past being frightened by such frail and innocent creatures. A bloodcurdling scream tore through the stale air, jarring Buffy from her grim reverie. A diabolical, haglike cackle replied. The terrible laugh echoed all around her. There was another scream. Willow! It was Willow! Buffy was quite familiar with her friend’s scream by now. The macabre business of slaying was a life punctuated by many a scream. She hurried down the corridor, horrified by what she heard. Another diabolical laugh came. It was different, and clearly came from a second monster, this one male. It was a hoarse, terribly perverse sort of laugh. If only the passage weren’t so serpentine! “Willow!” she shouted. Where was she? The screams had stopped, and Buffy’s heart fell. As she turned the corner, she began to hear groans and sighs of a very different nature, and their source was finally revealed. Willow lay gasping on a huge slab while a grotesque, grey-skinned, slavering vampire pierced her rhythmically with his massive grey member. “Willow…” Buffy moaned, ashen with grief. “Ahhhhh….” her friend sighed. Her eyes, crimson-tinged, were glazed over with lust. Her grin was fanged. She was nude, and thrust her groin and undulating, lean body ravenously at her defiler. Moments before he was her rapist. Now he was her lover. The cackling vampire hag sat next to them. The girl’s fear and suffering had amused her before. Now the debauchery and depravity interested her. “There is no Willow,” the male vampire rasped, turning towards Buffy. “She is now merely…my play-thing.” He grinned, and slimey gore dripped from his mouth onto Willow’s jiggling body. “Play-thing,” Willow echoed drunkenly. “Ohhhh… Ahhhh… Fuck me… Fuck me, vampire…” She closed her legs around his hips and groaned. As he pumped into her, Willow bucked up and her pussy closed, wet and hot, around the hard cock inside her. Her cunt snapped and clutched at the monster's cock, and her body writhed lewdly on the cold slab. Her eyes closed in pleasure as her lover rammed more cockmeat into her As he thrust into her, he grabbed her thighs for support and she cried out her excitement. Her entire body accepted and welcomed his hard, driving prick. Willow's naked ass rode smoothly against the slab in response to the vampire's pounding cock. A fine sheen of sexual sweat broke out over her girlish breasts, bobbing before the demon's lust-glazed eyes. He was fucking her harder than ever now and the girl's mouth hung open slackly, drooling crimson at the corners. The tight walls of her pussy closed around and sucked up the hard penis that rode into her. As the vampire whipped his cock in and out of Willow's pussy, her nostrils flared and her eyes blazed fire, burning with lust. Willow bucked upward, matching each of his downward strokes with an upward thrust of her own crotch. Her body broke into an uncontrollable tremor as he tore into her with renewed fury, sending his prick up her spongy, wet cunt. She screamed out in pain and pleasure, feeling as though he were tearing her flesh apart. “Willow…no…” Buffy moaned, unable to act. “She likes to watch,” the witch jeered, leering at Buffy. “Ahhhh….” the vampire groaned. “Let her watch this!” He withdrew from Willow’s bloody groin and orgasmed into her open, fanged mouth. A torrent of green cum sprayed her face and filled her mouth to overflowing. Willow coughed, splashing her lover with his own slime. “Good….” she said, giggling lewdly. She licked her lips and ran a hand over her face, brushing the cum voraciously into her mouth and sucking her gooey fingers. The vampire stroked her head affectionately. He turned to Buffy. “Go. Our master awaits his Slayer.” He lifted his long skeletal arm and pointed one of his talons down the hall. “The Blood King is there. Do not keep him waiting.” What could Buffy do? She went. The vampire hag followed her, still cackling obscenely. Only now, she laughed at Buffy. Buffy let her be. The old hyena could go to the devil. It was the Blood King’s blood that she wanted now. The heartbeat was quite loud now. The caverns had a pulse, with which they veritably shook. It seemed she were inside a sort of giant heart. When she turned the corner of the snakelike passage she had been travelling, Buffy’s feeling that she were within the guts of a beast was fortified. The walls were blood-red. Indeed, she saw, to her revulsion, that the walls in fact bled. From cracks and holes in the glistening walls blood oozed, spurted, and sprayed. The floor was muddy with gore. The terrible heartbeat had reached such an intensity Buffy found it difficult to think, but at the opposite end of the corridor, a vast and impressive pair of doors led into the throne room. Or, at least, she felt sure that they did. The heartbeat itself seemed to say that the Blood King awaited her on the other side of those doors. Therefore, she must traverse this hideous gauntlet of gore! It was the only way. She advanced as quickly as she could. But the instant she stepped into the passageway, the walls, almost as if sensing her presence, exploded with warm blood. A crimson deluge buffetted her from both sides, showering her with blood. She was thoroughly drenched, and even, to her great distress, found that by the time she reached the doors, she had swallowed at least a pint of the throat-burning, heady stuff! Her head swam, and as she swayed before the doors, she hardly knew who she was. But she knew enough to know to get out of the rain! Throwing open the doors, she stumbled into the next room, and slammed the doors shut. Her feet, slick with blood, could find no purchase with the floor at all. She instantly met the floor with her rump, and made quite an undignified squishy noise, so thoroughly soaked was she with red slime. She was covered with it head to toe--every inch of her. Buffy very nearly laughed, but she just managed to keep herself under control as she sat on the floor trying to gather her wits. The first thing she realized was that the heartbeat sound had stopped. The room was silent. “Slayer!” the Blood King jubilantly cried, rising from his throne. The room was actually rather small and quite empty, except for the king, his throne, and herself. The Blood King stood over seven feet tall. His skin was of an alabaster pallor, his long mane of hair jet black. His eyes were intense, vibrant, and lively. “Why, my little Slayer! What a mess you are! You look as though you’ve just been born!” The jolly, rather fatherly giant kneeled down beside her. His legs were like tree trunks. “Blood King,” Buffy managed to say. “He,” the king said jubilantly. “Guilty!” But she’d seen his fangs. “I’m here to destroy you,” she said, not entirely sure what that entailed. She still lay on the floor against the doors. She must get up! “Nonsense,” he grinned. “You’re here to be crowned . We’re to be married--you and I.” She would not listen to this! She attempted to rise, but was still quite slippery, and her mind was still clouded from all the blood she had drunk. “Playing hard to get! I can see you’ll need some convincing. Here!” He slashed open his wrist and a torrent of blood blasted out. With his other hand he grabbed her chin and pushed her mouth open. As if he were pouring from a huge pitcher, he poured what seemed like gallons of his blood down her throat. She must not swallow! But she was! The blood rushed down her throat as if it had a mind of its own, and Buffy did not choke. Her mind was going. She was growing uproariously intoxicated. Euphoria filled and emptied her mind and her body tingled. Finally, giggling, warm all over, she hiccupped and retched an ocean of the stuff up. It drenched her shirt and splashed on the floor. She burst out laughing at how hilarious that was. Her senses soared and the room spun. She felt as if she were lifted into the air, but she remained on the floor, an electric ecstasy sparkling through her veins. She sighed and softly moaned, and for a moment lost all awareness of the king, the room, and the world, and knew only pleasure. And yet, in the midst of the swelling mountain of mindless ecstasy, a small voice cried out from her Slayer’s heart, “No, this must not be! I am the Slayer, and must not give in to my enemies.” As she lay there half-delirious, the king drew near and began to caress her body. He inhaled the Slayer very deeply, smelling blood and sex and the intoxicating scent which belonged to Buffy alone. His touch was as water in a desert. Buffy gasped, arching her back and pressing her body against him like a cat adoring to be pet. He fondled her through her wet and clinging clothes. The blood which coated her body had retained its warmth and made her tingle all over, affecting her just as strongly as the blood she had drunk. His electric hands slid over her thighs and her ass. He cupped her breasts. “Ohhhh….” she moaned. She was becoming terribly aroused. His claws-a surgeon’s tools on adept and handsome hands-sliced away her wet clothes. Buffy lay back in a sighing swoon. Her hands lay on the floor, and they twitched slightly. They alone registered her confused discontent, but she could not make them obey her feeble orders. She must push this monster off of her. She must fight. “Slayer…” he murmured, well aware of her inner struggles and delighting in them. He had sliced up the front of her shirt and laid the blood-sopped tatters on either side. Here was the ecstasy of her perfectly toned body. The washboard stomach with its beguiling navel, and inside her conservative, angel-white bra, her large, fresh, teenage breasts. The hallway’s blood had soaked her to the skin, so that the bra was now utterly transparent. He saw that her nipples were hard. “Please…” she whispered imploringly. The backs of her hands knocked fumblingly against the floor. “So beautiful,” the king moaned as his head dipped to her stomach and he stuck his tongue in her navel. “Give in, sweet creature,” he gently groaned, licking moist, electric trails up her undulating belly. “Let your will melt and be replaced by desire…glorious desire.” She sighed as waves of warmth rippled through her body. “Please…” She was the Slayer. He was a vampire and must be destroyed. But the pink saliva on his wonderful tongue, which would not cease its exploration, was the saliva of a vampire, and, like the blood from the corridor, like the blood from his wrist, it too intoxicated her very deeply. His hot breath and tongue ascended to her heaving breasts. He licked the blood from the well-stuffed cups of her bra. “Ohhhh…” she sighed, as her tit flesh jiggled beneath his tongue. He teased her painfully erect nipples with his tongue tip. “Blood King…” Buffy murmured. She fought with her heavy, whorish mind. “Stop.” His hands were at the fastening of her pants. He unfastened. Behold! Flesh-gorgeous, tender flesh-blossomed below her navel. “I will stop,” he said, “eventually. Be patient, my love. There’s plenty of time.” He pulled down her pants, which, wet and clinging, only reluctantly surrendered their confinement of Buffy’s loins, her backside, her thighs, and her calves. She did not resist. It very nearly seemed to the king that she, in a small way, assisted him. He admired her shapely, muscular legs and hungrily eyed the moist prize which awaited him beneath her pristine white panties. He could smell her musky heat, and his mouth watered. Buffy lay on the floor, aroused and confused, in her bra and panties. It had never occurred to her how her innocence worked against her. She was by and large unaccustomed to these feelings, and to a partner who stimulated them so intensely. Once again he descended, this time towards her crotch. He pressed his mouth to her pussy through the thin cotton barrier. Buffy stiffened and shivered. “Ohhhh…Blood King,” she pleaded breathily, “please don’t.” But her eyes were glazed over with lust. He grinned. “Still resisting? You slay me, Slayer. The vampire may not enter unbidden.” He eyed her teasingly. “Hmm?” He sighed. “Very well. But you’ve nearly drunk me dry!” The Blood King placed his hand over her mouth. Blood ejaculated from his palm as if from a hose. The warm, intoxicating fluid splashed the back of her throat and filled her mouth. Buffy gulped it down voraciously, sighing and grunting with satisfaction. A crimson ocean filled her mind. Her mind dissolved in the vast red sea. Beautiful, wonderful, delicious blood. She had never known such pleasure. Principally the river of wondrous blood washed towards her breasts and her pussy. The heat in her groin made her legs tingle and twitch. The king tore away her panties with the ease of popping a bubble, and he buried his face in her wet, throbbing pussy. Still she drank. She gulped down his blood all the more voraciously as he voraciously gobbled her cunt, his expert tongue lapping and thrusting through her as her groin ground ravenously against him. He willed the blood to cease flowing from his palm. Buffy fell back, breathing hard, her face a mask of lust. She licked the remaining blood from her lips. The blood had obliterated the Slayer from her and now she knew only desire. The king pressed his wet tongue to her cunt and licked it thoroughly as she groaned and massaged the back of his head with a twitching hand. “Yeahhh…” she moaned. “Ohhhh…yeah…” He thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, finding her clit and feeling it harden. He strummed it with his tongue as Buffy gasped and humped his face. “That’s it… Eat me… Ohhh…yeah…” She unfastened her front-fastening bra and her fat tits bounced free. They were beautiful. She began to massage her big tits lewdly, moaning, truly in awe of how very turned on she was. “Ohhh…you make me feel so good…” She lifted one of her breasts up towards her mouth and her tongue danced out to lick her hard nipple. He lapped and lapped at her hard, juicy center as the teenager moaned and undulated against him. He fucked her with his tongue. “Ahhh… Ohhh…” She closed her eyes blissfully and grinned. “Blood King…” she said huskily, encircling his neck in her arms, “Blood King…fuck me… Please fuck me…” Fuck, as the Slayer had breathily, drunkenly said it, resounded in the king’ s head, arousing him enormously. He knew the heretofore innocent girl never used such language. He was naked beneath his kingly robe. He shrugged out of it, revealing his own mighty, alabaster body, a body such as one sees on marble statues in museums. His cock curved up into an immense, softly bouncing erection. Buffy, her face a mask of lust, moaning, reached for it. He playfully batted her hands away, and she pouted, sighed, and bit her lip, for she slavered for vampire cock. The king’s brows knit in mock anger. “You dare?” he said. “You dare lay hands on the king’s prick?” She giggled and pawed his muscular chest. “Please…let me suck it…” His massive tool slowly advanced towards her parted lips. “You want it?” She grinned drunkenly. His swollen head kissed her lips, and gently, lovingly, she encircled his cock with her hungry lips. She kneeled before him as her mouth danced up and down its great length. As Buffy sucked his cock, she gazed up at him lustfully. She teased him. She stopped sucking, and licked up and down his shaft. She nibbled the side of it, right below his head. She sucked on his swollen balls. “I love your cock,” Buffy said, her lips wet with pre-cum. “It’s so good! I want to taste your cum! Will it make me as hot as your blood did?” “Hho…hotter, my queen. You will drown in ecstasy.” “Mmmm…” she said, and redoubled her efforts on his massive cock. He fucked her mouth. It was too much. She made him want to fill the room with cum. She accompanied her cocksucking with skillful circular strokes of her hand up and down his cock. “Ohhh…” the king moaned. “Ahhh… And now, my queen, we shall fuck!” Buffy instantly ceased her ministrations and fell back, spreading her legs wide. Her hand was busy in her sopping, blond cunt. “Let us fuck,” she said. “Let us fuck!” She slid towards him across the floor, impatient for cock. He thrust the full length of his cock into her wet cunt with a single, swift fucking motion. Buffy gasped loudly, wriggling with desire. As the king whipped his cock in and out of her pussy, Buffy’s nostrils flared and she cried out hoarsely. The hot walls of her cunt leaked juice and sucked in his cockmeat rhythmically. Her groin ground against his as she received and surrendered, received and surrendered. He thrust his hot, hard cock up into her. She raked his back with her fingernails. He drove harder into Buffy’s wildly aroused cunt, pumping his hard prick up her gushing cunthole while she dug into his back with her nails and clutched his shoulders. “It feels so good to fuck,” she wailed. “Oh, I love it!” The king plunged even deeper into the teenager’s cunt, stuffing her completely full of thick, hard meat, sending it into the hottest depths of her churning cunt. The naked mounds of her big tits trembled as he pistoned his long cockrod into her. With steady, bruising blows, he hammered his prick into Buffy’s pussy. The king gorged her with every hard, full, thick inch of his cock and somehow she managed to take it all, time after time. His cock was now greased from its bloated purple head to its swollen balls with the juice from the girl’s cunt and the pre-cum that continually seeped from his twitching cock slit. Hot, licking grasps of Buffy’s pussy-flesh raced up and down the full length of his prick as he drove it up into her. All the heat of her cunt seemed to focus on her lover’s cock and rush up it as she wantonly wriggled and writhed beneath him. The king’s expert fucking movements turned her on more and more with each passing moment. She fucked back harder, using her cunt muscles to squeeze the thick prick that continued to fuck into her. Now her entire body was flying up to meet the demands of the thick cock. Plunge after plunge, his cock remained stiff, now growing raw from the friction of the girl’s pussy walls. “Ohhhh…” Buffy moaned. “You’re going to make me come…” Groin rhythmically and vigorously met groin, and both Buffy and the king filled the room with their aroused cries. Buffy’s sweaty tits flopped to and fro. “I want you to come…” she moaned imploringly. “I want you to come on me…” “Soon, my queen, soon,” he gasped as he fucked her with even more violence. “Ohhh…yes… Fuck me…” Cock slipped in and out of cunt. Hers was a sopping, sucking, ravenous channel. She fucked just as much as she was fucked, riding his prick with fervent abandon. The doors to the throne room banged open. Buffy didn’t notice. Cordelia was led in in chains by two cackling vampires. Her face was stained with tears and she sobbed. She was gagged, and wore only a bra and panties. Her eyes, already haunted and hysterical from the torments she had suffered up until then, widened in horror when she saw Buffy being fucked by a vampire. The snickering guards manhandled her across the room and forced her to her knees next to Buffy. The king, who of course himself had ordered this delicacy, glanced at the beautiful Cordelia. He returned his gaze to his delirious conquest, who, unaware of the new development, still bucked beneath him, her volcanic orgasm approaching. “Place her near,” the king quietly said. Cordelia was pushed down towards Buffy and forcibly turned so that her lovely throat was right in front of her lust-flushed face. “Drink, my queen. Drink.” To Buffy, Cordelia’s throat was just another vessel of ecstasy. She did not even hear her friend’s muffled, desperate squeal, or take any particular note of how Cordelia struggled. “Mmmm…” Buffy sighed happily and buried her teeth in Cordelia’s throat while the vampires held her down. Blood fountained into her eager mouth. Once again ecstasy was hers and blissful delirium shimmered through her clouded mind. The king’s blood was water compared to Cordelia’s. For this was human blood, the true sustenance. How rich it was! How sublime! Buffy was insane with joy and could not drink enough! She grabbed hold of the swooning girl tightly, almost as if to wring every drop from her. “Enough, enough,” the king said gently. She stopped drinking. What the king commanded, she did. She was filled with his blood and belonged to him. Buffy’s mouth and her nose and her chin were drenched with Cordelia’s blood. She giggled maniacally and gnashed her new, blood-soaked fangs. Her body jiggled from the fucking which continued unabated. The gloriously depraved sight of the vampirized Buffy was too much for the king. “Ohhh… Ahhh! Hahh!!!” He withdrew from her cunt and came on her face. She was far too delirious to notice. The bounteous green goo covered her face. Ropes of cum sprayed her eyes, her nose, and poured into her mouth, mingling with the blood. “Ahhh…” she sighed, automatically swallowing his warm demon seed. Her voice was slurred and very drunken. “You came on me.” She licked her lips, tasting blood and cum. They went together like bacon and eggs. Cordelia, who had fainted and lay across Buffy’s naked bosom, began to stir. She moaned and roused herself. The Blood King removed the gag from her mouth. Cordelia looked up. She found herself face to face with the vampire slut who had once been the vampire slayer. Cordelia sighed and began to laugh. Her grin was fanged. 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