Breaking Buffy 2/2 (Patreon)

The salt of the sweat mixed with the natural taste of human woman, making a delicious flavor profile that Vampirella greatly enjoyed. The quiet moans and little gasps that The Slayer gave out as the voluptuous vampiress licked, nipped, kissed, and sucked on the skin of her breasts added a delectable symphony to the carnal feast that had walked into her crypt. Her skin was smooth, her supernatural ‘gift’ removing any blemishes, scars, or other imperfections due to her job. The human woman’s hands roamed the vampire’s body, one hand limply feeling her hair while the other explored the expanse of her back.

Vampirella bit down on the left nipple, pulling the stiff nub away from her chest with her teeth, tongue lashing back and forth across it. Buffy let out a gasp, the expansion of her chest just slightly alleviating the tension that came from Vampirella tugging, and let out a whimper, “M-Mistress…”

Vampirella let the nub snap out from between her teeth, admiring the ripple it sent across the blonde’s skin, before turning her hungry gaze to her face. Buffy’s face was covered in a luminescent blush, as quivers and shakes ran through her enhanced but still mortal body. Vampirella gave a lust filled smirk; as she circled her areola with her tongue, before drawing a line across her chest to the other one and repeating with that one.

Pulling away, Vampirella straightened up and leaned down to snare her lips in a searing kiss, even as her hands reached down to grope Buffy’s rear and probe her womanhood. Buffy half moaned and half whined into the kiss, her own hand sliding down to cup the vampire’s ass.

Neither receiving nor needing an invitation, Vampirella forced her tongue past Buffy’s lips and into her mouth. She savored the fresh, faintly minty flavor of the Slayer, even as she made weak, protesting noises into Vampirella’s mouth. After a full minute of dominating the Slayer’s mouth, Vampirella pulled away, Buffy panting heavily to regain her breath and drawing her eyes back to those wonderful mounds.

“I… I have a b-boyfriend,” she weakly protested, as Vampirella leaned down to savor her breasts again.

“Dump him tomorrow,” Vampirella ordered, giving a lick of her right nipple. “I do not share with demon possessed cadavers.”

“I’m… straaaiiight!” she cried out as Vampirella bit down, the jolt of pain combined with the continued stimulation of her vagina pushing her over the edge. A flow of blood streamed into Vampirella’s mouth, the rich, coppery tang mixing with the cocktail of lust hormones and the milky undernote from the proximity of a mammary gland. It was utterly delicious, a delightful bouquet that nearly made her forget about the blonde’s protest.

Pulling away, after lapping the slight trail of blood from her bite, Vampirella simply smiled, “That is fine; I think you would look lovely, riding on that human boy’s cock. He’s followed you around like a lost puppy enough, he almost certainly would love the opportunity.”

The look on Buffy’s face, confusion followed by surprise and hesitance, was amusing. But for the moment, it was inconsequential. Vampirella straightened, her hands coming up to cradle and cup the blonde girl’s face. One hand sliding around to the back of her head, Buffy’s lips parted slightly, an exhale of breath leaving her, clearly anticipating another kiss. Instead, she was pulled down, her face guided to Vampirella’s own chest.

“Return the favor for your Mistress,” she was commanded, the order both stern and gentle at the same time.

It took a moment, a brief hesitation or pushing away thoughts of the boy to refocus on the here and now, before Buffy’s tongue reached out, tasting and feeling the pale skin of Vampirella’s breast. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but she continued licking and sucking, her tongue performing a veritable dance on the vampire’s areola and nipple.

It was apparent that she’d done this in the past, despite her claims regarding her sexuality. Vampirella chuckled, the sound deep, husky, and low in her throat, the vibrations traveling through her proud and perky chest. The hand that had been cupping the back of Buffy’s head came away and up, petting her blonde hair gently.

“You are doing well,” she said, Buffy’s bright eyes looking up to meet Vampirella’s, her lips sealed around a breast. “A touch rusty, but you will find me more than willing to help you knock that rust off.”

The blush on Buffy’s face grew a touch darker, as the tips of her ears turned bright red. With a chuckle, Vampirella pulled the blonde harder to her chest, to the point that her ear was pressed against the tit that wasn’t in her mouth. She continued to nurse and suckle, before her eyes shot open and she released Vampirella’s breast with a gasp. Had she the strength to do so, she almost certainly would have been pulling away.

“You… you’re alive?” she asked, shock and confusion filling her voice.

“There are more than one kind of vampire, Darling,” Vampirella told her. “You have only met the soulless ones that infest your home like cockroaches. There are a trio of covens, centered in Budapest, that are related to a form of lycanthropy that were created by a mutated virus. I am something different altogether, but that is not important right now. I will explain more tomorrow.”

The head that had been petting Buffy’s hair began to push her down, guiding her to her knees in front of Vampirella’s womanhood. The order that followed was straightforward, “Pleasure your mistress.”

Once again, Buffy’s tongue reached out. Tracing and exploring the folds of Vampirella’s womanhood. Delving into her core before moving up to flick and tease her clit. After a moment, she sucked on that hardened bud, eliciting a groan from the buxom, black-haired beauty.

“More,” she moaned, stroking and petting Buffy’s head.

The girl didn’t argue, continuing to lick and suck on Vampirella, while her fingers began to rub along the outside of her pussy. Working the lubricant from her arousal into her skin, using her saliva to make the sensation even more pleasurable. She could feel the wetness of that liquid coating her fingers, making it easier for her to slide her middle finger inside of Vampirella.

“Stick two fingers in,” the older woman ordered.

Buffy complied, adding her ring finger, repressed memories of “earning her place” on Hemery High’s cheerleading squad flooding her mind. It was different this time though, the sense of disgust and humiliation she’d felt then was absent. She kept expecting to feel the same as she had then, but all she felt was… was… pleasure, joy at submitting, and arousal. So much arousal. More than she’d ever felt in her life.

“You are ready for more now, aren’t you Darling?” Vampirella asked, her tone more serious now.

The blonde nodded, unable to speak. Not just because of the way she was being held, but also because of the look in Vampirella’s eyes. Pulling back, letting her Mistress’s clit slip from her mouth, Buffy said, “I am Mistress, but you haven’t…”

“Do not worry about that, Darling. You have come closer than any has in decades. Now, get onto the bed, lay on your back,” she ordered, and Buffy immediately obeyed.

She stood, turning and walking to the bed, her hips swaying with each step. Vampirella smirked, amusement warring with lust and pride. It was a delightful and good attempt, but there were more than enough clues and tells for a seductress as skilled and experienced as Vampirella to think of ways to improve. Most humans would be too distracted, even those few that were mentally handicapped to the point of not finding her attractive.

Vampirella was caught by surprise as Buffy put her hands above her head before throwing herself forwards to do a cartwheel onto the bed, landing with her head hanging over the edge.

Chuckling, Vampirella strutted forwards, “If I possessed the proper genitals, I would certainly accept your invitation, Darling. As it is, scoot back a ways.”

She did so, wriggling and crawling back to the center of the bed. After admiring the delightful treat laid out on her bed, Vampirella crawled up to the blonde, legs straddling her head. She reached down, sliding her hand down the side of Buffy’s body, rubbing and teasing the smooth, soft flesh. When her hand reached the blonde’s ass, she gave it a pinch that made Buffy give a start.

“Relax, Darling,” she ordered, her voice commanding and teasing at the same time. “When I start, you are going to continue.”

With that, Vampirella leaned forward, parting Buffy’s puffy lower lips with her fingers. They parted easily, revealing the pink depths of the girl’s pussy. Her arousal was thick, glistening with the juices that flowed from her sex. Sliding her tongue out, Vampirella slid it between the petals, tasting the tangy sweetness of the young woman’s cunt.

“Ooh, Mistress,” Buffy moaned, before lifting her head and licking Vampirella’s own pussy, resuming the earlier interrupted task.

The feel of the young woman’s tongue made Vampirella moan deep in her throat. This was more like it, and making the Watcher’s precious Slayer submit so deeply and completely made it much better than the other humans she’d played with in the last few decades. She licked and teased, moving her tongue around Buffy’s folds, spreading her juices to mix with her saliva. Vampirella enjoyed the taste, but it wasn’t the most important part here. No, the most important part was making the Slayer cum, and if she got her to cum hard enough, maybe she’d reach the point where she’d do more than call Vampirella Mistress.

When Vampirella felt Buffy tense, squeezing her thighs together, she realized that she was close. The blonde’s delicious taste had been building up within her, and the combination of that and the sheer power of Buffy’s submissiveness was pushing her towards the edge. She thrust her tongue deeper into the Slayer’s sex, licking faster and harder, wanting to bring her lover to climax.

As Vampirella’s tongue swirled around and inside of Buffy’s cunt, the blonde tensed again, driving her face even deeper into Vampirella’s womanhood as she screamed, “OH MISTRESS! I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING! I LOVE YOU, MISTRESS!”

Vampirella’s eyebrows rose, even as a flood of nectar gushed into her mouth. She wasn’t expecting the Slayer to be that submissive, but it was a welcome surprise. With a smile, Vampirella pulled away, but kept her hand on Buffy’s pussy. Letting her fingers slide through Buffy’s wetness, she moved them across the Slayer’s clit, teasing it before flicking it lightly. It had been ages since she’d had a lover this submissive, she’d make sure to savor it properly this time.

“Whose pussy is this?” Vampirella asked, sliding her fingers into Buffy’s pussy as she did, pressing them against the blonde’s g-spot.

Buffy's answer was muffled, but still audible even as she continued eating Vampirella's cunt, “Yours, Mistress.”

Vampirella slid her fingers out of Buffy’s vagina, leaving a wet trail as she slid them along Buffy’s skin to squeeze her meaty ass, “This ass, whose property is it?”

“Yours, Mistress,” came the immediate response.

“Those pouty lips?”

“Yours, Mistress.”

“These tight, perky tits?”

“Yous, Mistress.”

“Do you know what that makes you?” Vampirella asked, biting on her lower lip. She was close, so close. The immediate, unhesitating submission driving her closer and closer to the edge, far more so than the tongue or fingers on her womanhood.

“Yes, Mistress,” came the breathless reply.

“Say it,” Vampirella demanded, pressing her fingers back against Buffy’s pussy. “What does that make you?”

“I’m yours! Your fucktoy! I’m your slut!” Buffy screamed.

Vampirella felt her eyes start to roll back, the admission and submission pushing her over the edge. Her fingers plunged into the Slayer’s pussy, pumping in and out as she screamed her own orgasm, her body shaking and shuddering as she came hard, her juices flowing freely from her slit. The rush of pleasure sent her mind reeling for a moment, causing her to lose focus, only to have everything come rushing back, as Buffy crawled up to lay against her, her hair in disarray and her flushed face glistening with Vampirella’s juices.

When had she… Vampirella supposed that it didn’t really matter, but it was quite impressive of the little Slayer. Vampirella couldn’t remember the last time she came so hard that she blacked out.

“Mistress…” Buffy said, her voice soft and shaky. “Mistress… I…”

Vampirella shushed her, a single finger placed against her lips, before pulling the blonde girl close, her head resting on Vampirella’s breast. The vampire’s heartbeat echoed in Buffy’s ear, the smooth, rhythmic beat lulling her towards sleep.

“Sleep, Darling. We will speak more in the morning,” Vampirella told her, pulling the sheets over them both.

“Yes, Mistress,” Buffy murmured, already drifting off as exhaustion took her.

Vampirella smiled down at her before settling in for sleep herself. This turned out so much better than she could have ever imagined, she’d make sure to tell Buffy to bring that boy along next time, maybe as part of a patrol or some such excuse.