Title: Willow’s Bh’room Stick

Category: Paranormal
Author Pen name : Knorg
Email: paxgronk@hotmail.com
Description: BtVS Parody. Willow Rosenberg takes on the “aspect of a demon”. A boy demon. (Solo, Dickgirl/F, Impregnation.) This is pretty different to the usual stuff I write about.

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“Demon! DEMON!”

“I got it, Will…” The Slayer re-assured the scared redhead as Willow backed into the sealed doorway of one of Sunnydale’s more impressive Mausoleums. The Slayer sparred with the strong grey-brown skinned demon, spending more time thinking about schoolwork than the frankly dangerous hell-beast. Despite blossoming since coming to know the love of Oz, Willow was still a shy and sensitive girl; the novice witch found herself deeply shocked at the large and dripping erect penis bouncing between the legs of the demon.

A barely dodged and hefty punch close to the head of the small blonde persuaded Buffy that she needed to end the fight. Almost dancing around the demonic attacker with a speed and grace that would make a Russian ballet master weep the Slayer brought her sword around in a perfect sweep to decapitate the frustrated and doomed demon.

“Yes!” Willow celebrated, punching the air as Buffy stood over the fallen corpse of her foe and tried to prepare a new Slayer worthy quip. Unfortunately her mind insisted on throwing up puerile ideas about getting head and Buffy couldn’t face trying to explain the concept to innocent little Willow. It certainly didn’t help that she too had noticed the oversized cock sported by her fallen foe.

“Looks like he came up a little short,” she finally offered, though her heart wasn’t really in it. Willow and the Scoobies had quite failed to notice the worry that had stricken the Slayer in the past couple of days since Angel returned from Hell.

“RRRRAAAAAUUUUGGHHHH!”

Willow squeaked a scream as a second demon dropped from the Mausoleum roof and roughly slammed her against the oak door. Willow beat her fists against the creatures’ head to no discernable effect and shouted Buffy’s name. As the strong stench of the Demon’s musk assaulted her nose, the high school senior realised she wasn’t afraid. Not really. She had perfect faith in the Slayer to rescue her as the enraged creature closed clawed hands around her throat.

This was vengeance.

Faith that was bourne out as Buffy preternaturally measured the distance and strength of the blow, and thrust the blade through the creatures’ muscular throat. Willow caught her breath as the yellow-blood soaked metal tip passed between her lips, poking slightly into her mouth. She held her lips wide as the light and fury in the demons eyes dimmed and a single drop of yellow blood landed on the witch’s fear-still tongue. It was tasteless, and in the grip of fear Willow didn’t even notice.

Buffy withdrew the blade and the slayed demon dropped to Willow’s feet while yellow blood leaked from the mortal wound. Reflexively, the youthful witch closed her mouth and swallowed the demon blood.

“That… That was a little c-close,” she stammered accusingly. The Slayer’s expression was a mix of guilt and apology.

“Sorry Willow but hey: Two dead… whatever-they-ares!”

“Ewwwww! Uck!” Willow wiped at the thick yellowish-white staining on her multi-coloured top.

“Is that…?” Buffy asked, disgust evident in her voice. Willow’s cute eyes widened as she made the connection between the ‘slime’ and her assailants penis. Willow Shuddered and mewled sounds of revulsion as she bent to wipe her hands against the cemetery grass. She could feel the demonic secretion through her top, and even smell it’s sticky-sweet odour, but the alternative of removing it and walking home in a bra wasn’t something Willow even considered. Her eyes again swept over the phalli of the fallen foes.

“It’s a good thing we’re not in one of Xander’s Japanese cartoons or those demons would have done things to us!” Willow commented recalling her friend’s embarrassment when she discovered a stash of ‘adult’ videos during a 14-year-old game of hide and seek.

“Ewwwww!” Buffy’s turn to make a face, “Too much information, Will.”

The Slayer stretched her short form and checked her watch.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you back home. Patrol’s over to end another fun Sunnydale Friday night.”

***

Willow stepped naked-but-for-a-shower-cap from the steamy shower feeling finally clean of the strong smelling demon ‘slime.’ It was just past midnight and the adorable redheaded girl quickly dried the cooling water from her body – surely the finest female form in Sunnydale – and crossed the silent hallway to her bedroom. She paused for a moment beside her computer before deciding she was too tired to go ‘surfing.’ Instead she wiggled into her nightdress and climbed into her comfortable and familiar bed.

Drowsiness overtook her as she thought about Oz, and – guiltily – Xander. She found herself imagining doing things with both of them at the same time. This being Willow those things included studying, walking, watching movies… She felt a strange tingling in her belly and the half-asleep dreaming dissolved to the memory of Buffy’s strong body stretching in the cemetery, the movement of her hips, the slight bounce of her chest. Willow subconsciously licked her lips, too tired to even think about what she was thinking, as the tingling grew.

And then she slept.

***

The warm Californian sun, made all the more beautiful by being Saturday morning sun, seeped around and through the sleeping girl’s curtains. It washed over the Apple Mac and gave it the contempt it deserved, over the crosses fixed to the walls as part of a spell to keep Angelus out, over the school books and books of Jewish philosophy and lore – brought by the sleeping girl’s father after he saw the crosses – and finally over the clean red strands of the pale and beautiful girls hair.

As the high school senior awoke from her intense slumbers the sense that all was right with the world sat gently in her mind. She slid out of bed and felt something warm and soft slap against her inner thigh.

“YEEAAAP!” Willow yelped, grabbing fistfuls of pink night-dress and pulling hastily upwards.

“Uh-oh.”

Two syllables of shock utterly failed to convey the intense surprise Willow felt as she stared down at the three inches of limp grey-brown demon cock hanging between her thighs; attached at the groin. Willow mewled wordless horror at the sight before her as she slowly became aware that she could actually feel the tip of the cock, the slightly rough skin and the softly pulsing meat that was inhumanly attached to her.

The cock twitched as the continued to stare; a tiny bubble of translucent white liquid appeared on the very tip. Willow continued to stare, Mesmerised, as the single drop fell to the carpet below. Other details penetrated her cock-shocked mind; the first was the heady cinnamon-sweet scent radiating out from between her pale thighs; her virgin mound was totally gone with just a tiny patch of red hair on the skin above the demon/human join; two large balls inside a stretchy scrotum at the base of the cock and, horror of horrors for the daughter of a Rabbi…. A foreskin! The demon meat was uncut!

“I knew those things were unclean!” despite her increasingly pagan leanings, Willow felt the lore of her people was vindicated.

“Buffy!” Willow had to speak to the Slayer, to Giles! An intense research session was needed to find a cure for her… penis. She pulled the nightdress over her head and uncharacteristically dropped it untidily on the floor as she headed for the wardrobe. The worried redhead passed the full-length mirror and faltered in her step as she saw ‘from outside’ the strong-smelling demon dick.

“Oooohhhh…” Willow groaned, imagining the laughter, the jokes, the sheer embarrassment of facing the Scoobies with a slab of demon meat where her… her… What would Oz say? Or Xander! Oz could be relied on not to comment but…

“Oh gosh! Cordelia! That would be the worst!” stress and worry creased Willow’s face as she stared down between her mirror reflections legs as she thought about Cordelia Chase, head cheerleader, long timer tormentor, uber-bitch and… and… Willow’s face flushed bright red as she thought about Xander’s girlfriend’s body bounce as the curious mature looking teen cheered. The cock twitched as Willow remembered Cordelia doing the splits, just walking down the street – the way she moved and then in the shower, soaping the sweat and dust from her body.

“Ohhh no…! It’s you! You’re in my head! Guys really do think with their….uh…penis!” as if responding to Willow’s train of thought the demon dick was pulsing with the novice wiccan’s blood, growing thicker, and longer, and rising up.

“No! don’t do that! Go down! Down!” the girl’s skin was beetroot red with embarrassment, as sweat formed over her naked body. Her perky heat-flushed breasts, normally far from her mind, seemed extra sensitive even to the very gentle breeze entering through the barely open flip window. Two hard little nipples stood out before her, but the girl’s attention was on the now rearing, rampant cock that was… she reached for a ruler… a good 8 inches long, and scarily thick.

Slick precum was sliding down the shaft, demonically coating all sides of the hot cock-meat equally, rather than merely following gravity’s path. It was clearly a supernatural lubricant and giving off an even stronger smell than the dick itself. Willow would have to dress and walk through the streets of Sunnydale with a big bulge in both her pants and under the waist of her top.

Willow knew Buffy was training with Giles that afternoon, and then the girls were supposed to be going to the mall in the afternoon. The mall had never really been Willow’s ‘scene’ but, hey, what were friends for? Buffy liked the mall; Buffy who also smelled so nice up close… who could kick so high and bend over backwar…. A freshwave of precum emerged from the now-squirming redhead’s thighs.

Worried and embarrassed, she reached out gingerly with both her hands and tried to push the dick down, to make the erection go away. Unfortunately, for all her science knowledge, Willow had never heard the old saying that “Quantum Physics is like an erection – the more you think about it, the harder it gets,” otherwise she might have had a better understanding of the bolt of pleasure that blasted through her groin as her hands closed about the hot dick.

“Awwwwwoooaaaahhhhh!” a wordless mewl of pleasure erupted from Willow’s throat as she sank gently onto the soft carpet, precum-wet cock clutched tightly, one hand above the other. She had never felt anything so good! The translucent white liquid tingled slightly against her own skin as the dick-meat twitched. Willow breathed in deeply, inhaling life-giving oxygen and the heady scents of her unnatural appendage.

Buffy and Giles! She had to go to Buffy and… and… driven by deep desire Willow’s right hand dropped down to the heavy balls as she began to jack the cockmeat, slowly slipping her small hand up and down, pulling the tough foreskin over exquisitely lubed flesh. Soft moans escaped the flushed redhead’s throat as she ran her slippery hand over the hot, hairless nutsack as a filthy fantasy of her using the tool on a naked writhing, orgasming Buffy exploded into her ‘innocent’ mind. Incredible, unimagined sensations, heat and meat and balls tightening below. Faster and faster, bucking her ass on her knees, Wilow’s demon dick exploded with a huge wash of seed onto the mirror before her.

“Aahhhoooooaaahhh!”, splashing against the mirror, burning up through the dick like hot lava as Willow mindlessly continued pumping, consumed in a tsunami of pleasure. Willow was very lucky her parent’s were out; the high pitched wail scared the neighbour’s cat as she shuddered and pumped, sticky flesh against flesh.

And then it was done; almost as suddenly as the climax exploded within, the sweat-drenched Willow was kneeling breathless on the floor of her bedroom, shaft, balls, hands, dripping inhuman spunk. The mirror was glazed with demon semen, sliding slowly down her reflection.

“That…that was…” Willow pushed herself to her feet and stared down at the still hard cock, her spunk sticky hands. The burning desire from her loins hadn’t abated in the slightest; her perky teen breasts felt heavier, aching, affected by the scent and very presence of the cock. Willow stepped back and the bouncing cock splashed dollops of spunk around.

“I can’t take you near Buffy! I wouldn’t be able to control you!” Willow tried to think of another solution as she absent-mindedly went to rub her a

hands across her mostly-cum clean stomach. The feel of her soft warm hands against her own skin felt a hell of a lot better than before; Willow whimpered as the cock twitched, realising she was rubbing up towards her own breasts. She quickly pulled her hands away, only to feel intensely frustrated.

Focussing on the top clean-ish top half of the mirror, Willow’s eyes found her breasts in a way they’d never done before. She’d occasionally felt disappointed, or annoyed… but now she felt lustful. Willow reached up and clasped her own beautiful mounds in sticky hands; her embarrassment intensified as she played with herself, rubbing and caressing, gently pinching. The same tingling sensation spread in her breasts and she felt a swift second orgasm building.

The redheaded teen almost fell onto the rug before her mirror as she left one hand to stimulate her chest and returned the other to playing with her demonic dick. Arching her back, she pumped the cum-sticky organ in her tingling hand as she twirled sticky fingers around her nipples, moaning, whimpering, breathless and hot.

“Ooooohhhhh gawwwedddddd” SPURT! Willow blasted her own breasts with another barrage of cum. Strong smelling seed flew across her belly and even splashed her face as she spasmodically shuddered and shook and came hard across herself. Fingers flying, tightly gripping, milking herself as one continuous strong orgasm smashed through the petite witch’s erotically charged form.

Finally, body glazed with more spunk than she would’ve thought could come from her body, Willow lay still on the floor of her room. The cock slowly began to wilt.

“A-Amy!” Willow stammered, realising the fellow Novice witch hadn’t featured in any of her fantasies as she furiously masturbated the demon cock. Willow couldn’t face the others; didn’t even want to risk taking the demon cock near Buffy or Cordelia. Amy could help! She knew about magic; she had a large library of her mom’s books – there was sure to be something she could do to help the unnaturally endowed teen girl.

Spunk dripped off of her as she pulled herself unsteadily to her feet; the demon cock was wilting at last as she resolutely failed to continue stimulating it. She slowly walked to the bathroom, dripping demon spunk from her swinging, bouncing, but now-limp demon tool. Her mind was made up: She would go to Amy and get help this morning – as a fellow Witch, she felt she could trust her to secrecy over the spell. And then, if it all failed, Giles would be alone from Buffy that afternoon and she could see him for help.

Willow walked into the bathroom and utterly failed to notice the dribbles of seed leaking from her body as she walked. The demon dick seemed dormant, though the scents as were strong as ever. Stepping into the shower Willow washed herself as best she could, worrying intently about the nature of her new part. Would the ‘infection’ spread? Could it really be gotten rid of? Was she doomed to spend the rest of her life with a demon cock controlling her thoughts?

Willow stepped from the shower and dried herself, constantly aware of the unnatural meat between her thighs. To have her mind constantly focussed on “her” dick, to worry constantly about the strange desires it generated, to secretly want to do very immoral things with it. ‘Is this what it feels like to be a boy?’ she thought.

The flowing water in the shower had helped remind the teen that she hadn’t urinated since the night before; she needed to go. Naked and alone, Willow lifted the toilet seat and gently took the demon dick in her right hand. Boys peed standing up – everyone knew that.

“Oooohhh….” It felt… different. The warm yellow liquid coursed down Willow’s extended urethra and splashed into the water. Willow found herself enjoying the feel of the flow through the sensitive shaft as she cleaned the unsprayed detritus of her monstrous ejaculations from within. The meat trembled slightly in her hand and she pulled away to watch the last drops fall off target.

And then it was still.

***

DING DONG!

“Hey Willow!” cheerful greeting, followed by a look of concern, “Are you alright?” she wrinkled her nose, “Wearing a lot of perfume?”

The redhead started; she’d used a load of her Mom’s “natural” perfumes to try and hide the demon dick’s musk. Instead, they seemed to almost have accentuated it. Strange looks had greeted her as she’d walked through the streets with a large bag clutched tightly over the crotch of her dungarees.

“Amy, I need serious, magical, wiccan, help!”

“Sure Willow, always ready to dabble in the black arts here. Except love spells. You don’t need a love spell do you?” Amy sounded slightly worried. She was wearing a pink fluffy dressing gown with, Willow noticed, pentagrams sewn into it.

“No, no love spell.” Willow pushed past her into the house, “Sort of an anti-lust spell, well, more than anti-lust… I have a problem.”

The door closed behind as Amy followed her flustered school friend into her own house, intrigued and excited. Amy already recognised the potential for great magic in her friend; she wanted to be in on it. Willow saw that the curtains were drawn to block out the sun in the sitting room; Amy had been watching Saturday morning TV. In a stunning plot twist, Scooby Doo and Shaggy had the munchies again.

“C’mon, don’t keep me in suspense – what’s the ish?” Amy pleaded, following the redhead into her living room. She moved the empty serial bowl from the table and flicked the TV off. As she was making a quick effort to tidy things up, Willow reached up and unbuttoned the dungaree braces before flicking the denim straps up over her shoulders. Then she pulled the denim down in one smooth motion around her ankles.

Amy’s eyebrows rose as she turned around to see Willow standing in only a long T-Shirt before her.

“Okay… You really do need a De-Lusting don’t you? Hey, for the moment? Remember I only like winkies.”

Willow blushed the traditional beetroot red, which rather clashed with her hair.

“You don’t understand… I need your help to get rid of this!” Willow raised the T-Shirt bottom. Amy Gasped. Willow hadn’t been able to fit any of her panties on comfortably with the demon cock and balls between her legs. Amy’s eyes managed to get a whole lot wider as she looked down at the incredibly embarrassed girl’s schlong.

“Willow, you have a…”

“I Noticed! I need your help, Amy. I can’t go to the others about this! You’ve got your mom’s books, right? We can work out what this thing is and how to get rid of it!”

“I know what it is! It’s a... sniff sniff dick!” At the centre of attention, Willow felt the demon dick start to pulse gently; filling with blood, hardening. The pheromone-laden scent was spreading through the room as Amy continued to stare. Willow’s mouth grew dry as she watched the dick growing again and breathed in slowly. Amy broke the silence.

“I… I suppose I’d better have a close look at. Won’t be able to identify the demon otherwise...”

“How many demons can there be that make girls grow…oooh!” Amy had leaned close and her breath gently caressed the sensitive skin; the pulsing seemed to increase until the demon dick was reared up in front of the senior’s inquisitive face. Willow’s ruler was back in her room but she could see it was now even bigger! At least an extra inch had formed from somewhere and the tool seemed thicker around. Even the ball sack seemed to have grown, causing her to adopt an unfamiliar stance. She was standing like a guy. Willow saw a strange expression on her friends face as Amy reached out to hold the base of the dick and examine it.

Willow started to protest but her voice immediately changed to a gentle moan. A blob of translucent white liquid, demon precum, squirted from the end and splashed across Amy’s closed lips.

“Whoa!” Amy jerked back and landed on her ass.

“Sorry! I’m Sorry!” precum continued to lube Willow’s demon dick as she made a conscious effort to reach down and yank her dungarees up. Willow caught Amy’s eye again as she lent over; the clothed girl slowly extended her tongue and deliberately licked it around her mouth.

“A-Amy? AHHH!” Amy twisted and leapt at the redhead, bearing her to the carpet. Willow tried to swat down at her crazed friend, but found it like swatting a demon! She grabbed Amy’s head and tried to push back. Too late! Amy locked her lips around Willow’s demon dick and began to suck, mewling around the meat.

Willow’s back arched against the floor and she tried to push more of the demonic she-dick down into her friends slurping mouth. The groaning redhead tangled her pale fingers in Amy’s hair and thrust her hips. More and more of the thick meat sank into the novice witches throat as the pheromone’s worked their wicked ways on the girl’s horniness.

“ooooohaaaaahhhooohhhh Gawwwdessss!” Willow’s previous ejaculations didn’t seem to provide much extra stamina as the bucking, sweaty, half naked witch felt her scrotum tightening. Amy was sucking on the slippery head of the demon cock and jacking the rest of the shaft with her hands, eyes closed tight as she schlurped down Willow’s copious flow of precum; better even than brownies!

Flinging her arms down Willow raked the carpet with her nails as she exploded into the hot, wet, slurping mouth of the horny high school senior. Amy guzzled as much as she could of the fantastic tasting demon load while Willow screeched liked a lotto-winning banshee. Excess demon seed spurted out around the hard meat and splattered Willow’s belly and balls, the carpet, running down Amy’s chin in a solid stream of hot creamy load.

Willow was losing control again. As soon as she was coming down from her climax she pulled Amy onto her and shared a slobbery wet kiss tasting her own spunk on the girl’s lips.

“Have… spell! SPELL!” Willow managed, pulling away.

Amy looked directly into the spunky redhead’s eyes

“I want you inside of me. Now.”

All Willow managed in reply was a throaty moan of lust as she pulled open Amy’s dressing gown to reveal lemon yellow night dress beneath. Fumbling and moaning, exchanging further sloppy kisses, the girls stripped each other naked. Willow quickly pulled the desperately horny teen onto her before rolling on top; both gasped as they felt Willow’s hot, hard and slippery cock trapped between them. Willow knew Amy wasn’t a virgin and wondered if screwing her friend would count as losing her own virginity. Somewhere at the back of her mind she started to feel guilty about Oz…

…and then Amy managed to feed the head of the demon dick into her soaking, slippy snatch. Willow grasped ahold of Amy’s buttocks with one hand, and the back of her friends head with the other. They looked hungrily into each other’s eyes as Willow sank the first couple of inches into her friend.

“Want MORE.” Amy bucked her hips, trying to force more of Willow into her. Willow felt the smooth flesh of Amy’s strong thighs as the witch wrapped her legs about the redhead and pulled more of the demon dick inside her. Willow pulled out and then sank half of herself into her friend to mutual appreciative groans. The young witches wrestled agile tongues on the carpet as Amy’s cum-dripped breasts mashed against Willow’s perkier chest and further stimulated her now unnaturally sensitive breasts.

Willow began to thrust in and pull out of her friend with real earnest as undreamed of pleasures radiated from her cock. Several more strokes and her almost hairless crotch slapped against Amy’s teen bush.

“I feel so full Willow. You’re so aaahhhhh BIG!” Willow had withdrawn the entire tool in one go, and thrust back inside the well lubed witch snatch. She had no technique, no experience, as she screwed Amy into her sitting room carpet. Hot, sweaty feminine bodies rubbing and juddering together as Amy urged Willow to a faster and harder fucking. Slick wet squelching mixed with the heady demon cock and spunk scent to fill the air as Amy suddenly began to wail and squeal as her body shuddered and bucked uncontrollably. Spasming pussy muscles gripped Willow’s swollen demon tool as she felt yet another load of demon cum blast its way from the depths of her balls into the squealing, squirting, juddering witch.

A gushing niagra falls seemed to fill Amy; hot creamy demon seed filled her fertile womb as she clawed, writhing, at Willow’s shaking sweaty back.

Hours passed before Willow managed to drag herself away from the insatiable Amy and pull her T-shirt and dungarees back on. Smelling very strongly of sex and demon musk, spunk soaking through the denim and leaking down the legs, Willow staggered the way to Giles’ place.

Amy lay on her living room floor, moaning quietly. She held one tired hand over the sticky morass of her crotch. Deep inside, she could feel new life beginning.

***

“I’m sorry Willow – It seems you’ve taken on the aspect of a Bh’Room demon.”

Giles was examining the sticky mess of Willow crotch with a mostly hidden distaste.

“I kinda noticed that. Pleas don’t take my curtness the wrong way, but what’s the damn cure?”

“Cure?” Giles looked quizzical.

“There MUST be a cure!”

“It says here that you simply need to drink a potion made of various herbs…” Giles ran his hand down to the bottom of the page, “and the Bh’room phallus will disappear, and the female genitals will return again…”

Suffice it to say that without further ado the potion was mixed up and quickly drunk.

“I don’t feel any…… OOOHHH!” A new orgasm wracked Willow’s body as she gently collapsed back onto Mr Giles’ sofa. Immediately concerned the watcher ran to his young friend’s side.

“Willow? Are you?”

“I’m… I’m… sooo good.!” Between her thighs the demon dick slowly sank into Willow’s flesh until there was no sign it had ever been there. As Mr Giles bent down to examine it a final orgasm juddered through the young witches body and splashed girl-cum across his glasses.

“Yes. Well.” Giles deliberately pulled out his hanky and began to clean off the spectacles. Willow was vaguely aware of him talking about the potency of the demonseed, and how lucky Willow was to have come straight to him. A close encounter with another girl could have caused terrible consequences.

“C-Consequences? What consequences?”

“Demon impregnation.”

“Oh No! Amy!”

“You… Oh dear.” Giles dashed for the phone to call Buffy. Willow heard watcher tell Slayer that Amy would be extremely aggressive in protecting her unborn young, that he would meet her there with a mystical cure. Taking the rest of the mixture he’d made up for Willow, he dashed from the house, leaving Willow to recover.

Slowly, tired, Willow reached for the tome that had proscribed the cure. Turning the ancient page she translated and read,

“…until such a time as it is called upon again. The potion of enslavement forever binds the Bh’room phallus to the priestess, but renders the seed infertile unless there were express desires. In effect, the priestess’ enslaved the phalli to their bodies as a way of holding power in the male dominated tribe…Oh dear…”

The End