Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 3

Buffy couldn't stop smiling.

It felt great to have left Spike on his knees, clutching his balls in pain after she'd sucked his cock and swallowed his load of icy vampire's semen. Sex was about power, not love, and nothing made a girl feel more powerful than reducing a man-or, in Spike's case, a used-to-be man-to a gasping, cursing victim in pain. The humiliation that Spike felt because of her abusive treatment of him also fed her sense of superiority and power. For Buffy, especially when it came to Spike, it wasn't so much a matter of love him and leave him as it was use-or abuse-him and lose him.

As she walked the streets of Sunnydale, to the motel in which Willow was staying, temporarily, until she could come to terms with Tara's death, Buffy thought of the other men and monsters she'd humiliated and abused. She'd learned a lot on that subject from her first love, the vampire with a soul, known as Angel (or Angelus, when his evil alter ego asserted itself). He'd made her love him, and the happiness that their consummation of their love brought him canceled the curse that had restored his soul, and he'd reverted to his true demonic self, stalking Buffy and her friends and playing cruelly with Buffy's heartstrings, making a mockery of her love and their former relationship. In the end, though, after Willow had restored Angel's soul, Buffy had hurt him at least as much as he'd hurt her, although unintentionally. In the process, she'd learned a lot about the narrow line between love and hate, between power and vulnerability, between dominance and submission.

She'd learned a lot more from Xander's one-time floozy, the vengeance demon Anya. Love-or the romantic variety, at least-was an illusion in this world, Buffy had discovered. The revelation had broken her heart, leaving her harder and colder, if wiser to the ways of the world. Since her realization that sex was about power, Buffy had more and more adopted Faith's maxim, "Get some and get gone." Of course, it made a girl feel good if, in the process, she could break a heart or two. Breaking hearts was more fulfilling, she felt, than staking them. After all, a stake through the heart killed a man or annihilated a vamp, turning him to dust, whereas a broken heart killed the soul but allowed the body and the mind to live-and to grieve.