Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 2

Spike groaned, his thighs quivering and his hips bucking. Buffy plunged her open mouth down the vampire's saliva-slick cock until her nose and cheeks were firmly pressed into the vampire's lower belly. Holding the back of her head, Spike surrendered to the flood of passion that swept through his loins. He closed his eyes, threw back his head, and howled as jet after thick, cold jet of his viscid semen launched from his balls and filled the reservoir of the Slayer's mouth. Buffy swallowed again and again, drinking the vampire's salty seed. She held his member inside her mouth until he'd spent himself and his cock had dwindled back to its normal, flaccid state. Best of all about sucking a vamp's cock was that doing so resulted in a flood of ice-cold semen. Like other demonic creatures, vampires' seed was freezing rather than warm, even if they'd filled their veins with a human's blood moments before sex. The iciness of Spike's semen was terribly exciting, reminding Buffy, as it did, that she wasn't having sex with another human being, but with one who shunned the light and the warmth of the sun and skulked among the sepulchers of the dead. There was something perverse about swallowing semen that was freezing cold, something that suggested necrophilia.

"You suck cock better than anyone," Spike said, watching the last drop of his semen drip from the tip of his purple glans.

"Better than Drusilla?"

Spike nodded.

"Better than Darla?"

Again, the vampire nodded.

"Better than Angel?"

Spike frowned, an angry look on his pale face. "What the hell are you implying?" he demanded.

Buffy shrugged, considering him with her most innocent, wide-eyed look. "That Angel's a cocksucker?"

"Bloody hell!"

"Oh, don't act so outraged, Spike. You and Angel have been close for a couple centuries. You guys must have-"

"Get out!"

"Am I better than Angel, Spike?"

"Get out of my bloody home, you depraved bitch."