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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.
The End
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