Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 7

The ceiling, like the walls and floor, was an arch cut, either by erosion or technology, through the bowels of the demon dimension. The rock was a strange color, though. Mostly, it was red, but streaks of dark pink, purple, and rust also appeared at irregular intervals in odd, intermittent shapes. The ceiling was wet, too. Great gobs of thick white goo dripped in long strands from the vaulted dome. When it broke upon the rocky floor of the shaft, it splattered. A strange but familiar scent filled the cavernous chamber, and Buffy made a face as she realized that the goo smelled similar to the semen that her various boyfriends had deposited within and upon her at various times since she and Angel had first been intimate, when Buffy had been sweet sixteen and Angel had been-what?-two hundred and something?

Yuck, she thought, the damned tunnel or mine or cavern, whatever it was, was full of demon cum! Another long strand dripped from the ceiling, and Buffy dodged it-darting right into a second huge drop of the viscid goo. The splattering semen drenched her, slicking her hair and coating her body. Instinctively, her eyes closed and she held her breath, but not before the thick, sticky seed had filled her mouth. Outraged, Buffy stepped back, slipped, and went down hard in the ankle-deep stream of demon semen in which she was now standing. She gasped, accidentally swallowing most of the foul fluid, and spit out the rest. It poured from her mouth, down her breasts and belly, and over her smooth, creamy thighs. "Ugh!" she cried, wiping away the semen with her forearms, her hands, and her fingers. "Yuck!"

Something in the semen was moving! Buffy felt what seemed to be a swarm of bees in her hair and on her naked body. There was a tickling, thrilling rush down her arms, breasts, tummy, groin, back, buttocks, genitals and thighs. Things-bees or locusts or flies-streaked and fluttered and darted through her hair, across her brow, under her eyes, down her cheeks, across her chin, down her neck, over her nipples and areolas and breasts, into her navel and through her pubes. She felt something shoot along her erect penis and over her taut, risen scrotum. She wiped at the semen with renewed vigor, frightened and aghast at the crawling, squirming sensation that poured and spilled over her bare flesh.