FIC: REPOST: Militat omnis amans (Every lover is a warrior) Part 4a/?

["Beckett, Kevin" <kevin.beckett@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Militat omnis amans (Every lover is a warrior) Part 4a/?
K. Beckett (c) 2000 
 
Disclaimers:
Buffy, Willow and all of the other characters and places from the show
belong to Joss Whedon, WB and Mutant Enemy etal. Everyone and everything
else is mine. None of my characters are meant to resemble anyone living,
dead or un-dead, if you see yourself you are looking way too hard.
 
Rating: R 
 
Other: 
The Latin and Gaelic are mine; I take the responsibility for any
translations of them. In addition, the descriptions of the rituals, spells
and other craft work come from my traditions, so please don't take offence
if something described here does not match your traditions or what you think
it should.
 
Archiving etc.: Ask and I will say yes.
 
Spoilers:
Everything up to the middle of season four - I diverge then.
 
Thanks to all who have commented, I appreciate everything that was said. As
before, all meaningful criticism, support and suggestions are welcome. 
 
mailto:kevin.beckett@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
 
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A priori
 
Willow and the slayer have settled into their new, but strange, life on the
alternative Earth that they transported to. Buffy has learned that she too
has magical powers, and that they are directly related to both her and her
slaying ability. Willow has learned that her powers are one in a billion,
and that she has the potential to become the rarest of mages - an Arch-Mage.
Meanwhile, other, nefarious, entities are beginning to focus their attention
on the activities surrounding the two world travellers.
 
Synopsis for part four:
 
Willow and Buffy continue to train in both magic and in the martial arts.
Willow learns a valuable new talent, and Buffy learns a skill of particular
usefulness, both for her calling, and in her personal life. Meanwhile, dark
forces are gathering against the humans.
 
Please note that things perceived by characters other than by the five
acknowledge senses have been enclosed in < >, kpb.
 
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Part IV - Amor omnia vincit (Love Conquers All)
 
"An grá a théid fán chroí ní scaoiltear as é go bráth"
"When love enters the heart it will never be driven from it"
(Old Irish folk song)
 
The dark man scowled as he walked down the halls of Castle Maldor. It had
taken him the better part of six months to work his way into a position of
trust in the castle community, so that he could finally deliver top quality
information back to his dreaded master. Now, however, that master seemed
willing to squander all of his efforts to date to get details on something
the silly mages were doing. It was not that he disparaged magic or the
practice of it, but that he disagreed with all the rules and ethics that the
mage's council put on humans who fell under their control. His view on
magic was simple, do whatever works and damn the consequences. This
attitude was part of the reason that he was now working for his demon
master; however, he possessed enough sense of self-preservation to figure
out that this time his master may have gone too far.  
 
He thought, "He's willing to risk getting me killed for some information
that no-one is going to use." It was his opinion that there was nothing the
mages could do in time to stop the coming holocaust, the demons and their
human servants would soon be overrunning this world, one more step in their
goal of total conquest. He had, however, long ago given up letting what he
thought govern his actions, he was bound to his demon lord and was compelled
to obey. He would get the information that was sought, or he would die, it
was that simple. He continued walking down towards the mage's wing of the
castle complex thinking, "I wonder whom I can co-opt in the employ of the
mages."  
 
He had had some success building on the petty gripes and imagined grievances
harboured in some of the servants which had resulted in an extensive network
of spies and other information gatherers who feed him information on most
aspects of life inside the castle. However, up till this point he had been
unsuccessful in compromising any of the servants who worked in the mage's
wing. "Maybe I can slip something into the food and when they are drugged
search some rooms for clues, or answers." He stopped, and thought, "no, the
mages will be certain to check all of their food, but," he paused for a
moment, "maybe I can drug one of the servant's food and get some answers out
of them." With that thought in mind, he abruptly changed direction and
headed off towards his own quarters.
 
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Elsewhere in the castle complex, up in the mage's wing, morning activities
proceeded in a normal manner. In one suite, two women were entwined
together in bed, naked under a pile of blankets and comforters.  
 
Buffy awoke, as usual, just as dawn was breaking on the horizon. Looking at
her friend and lover burrowed in her arms she noted, not for the first time,
how Willow's soft breathing trembled the fine hairs on her face, and how her
chest rose and fell, both with her breathing and with the beating of her
heart.  
 
Buffy decided to stay in bed, warm and comfortable in her lover's arms, for
just a little while longer. She knew that before long their servants Aiofe
and Bridie would be coming by to get the day underway.
 
The last ten days or so had followed a predictable pattern. First Buffy
would awaken shortly before dawn and then she would sweet-talk Willow into
getting out of bed. The two of them would then proceed to exercise and
bathe before breakfast. They spent the morning with Amana and Grael
learning and perfecting their magic and other aspects with respect to the
'mental' arts. The afternoons had been spent in the practice halls with
Daithi and the other guardsmen. In the 'martial' arts Buffy was without
peer, and she had been spending her time teaching both Willow and the other
guardsmen specific tips and tricks in dealing with demons. Willow had been
spending most of her evenings closeted once again with the mages learning
advanced spells, while Buffy was in conversation with Frankel, discussing
slayers, slaying and other aspects of her life's work. In fact, the days
had been so filled with various activities that neither Buffy or Willow
missed home all that much, certain that Giles and the other's would keep
everything balanced, and their absence explained, until their return.
 
Buffy figured that their return was not that far off. It was not in what
anyone had said, but rather in what had not been said. It was also apparent
that both Grael and Daithi were on a very tight schedule and that the nexus
of the problem was fast approaching.
 
Buffy turned her thoughts towards Willow; she could tell that her lover was
dreaming, since her eyes were moving rapidly under their lids. Suddenly
Willow awoke and breathlessly sat up in bed.
 
"Willow," asked the slayer as she wrapped her shivering lover in a strong
hug, "what's wrong?"
"Bad dream."
"I can tell that," the slayer replied semi-sarcastically, "what were you
dreaming about?"
 
Willow paused a moment, as she had been taught, to collect her thoughts
before answering. "Indistinct images," she said a moment later, "dark,
twisted images, with an overlay of betrayal," she added. Willow was trying
to be as precise as she could in her descriptions, since Amana had told her
that for a mage dreams were both powerful and prophetic. She had been
assured that with additional practice and interpretation her dreams would
become less confusing and more beneficial.
 
"Strange, I wonder what it could mean," the slayer replied, "however, that
is the clearest dream that you have remembered yet."
"I'm sure that Grael will be able to help me with it later," Willow added,
"Amana told me that he has a real gift with this type of dream."
 
Buffy got out of bed, wincing at the cold. She was still not used to the
frigid temperatures that were the norm in this reality. She went into the
front room of their suite and raked up the fire calling out to Willow,
"Will, now that you are up, let's get going on our exercises."
"Aw, do we have to," complained Willow, "after all, we exercised yesterday."
"And the day before, "replied Buffy, "and today and tomorrow."
"Yes, mommy," replied Willow as she got out of bed, "if you insist." In
truth Willow had begun to look forward to the daily exercise session, for
one reason that it was with her lover and for another that she was beginning
to see results. In addition, she had other, personal reasons to get the day
underway, Grael had promised something special in her lessons later in the
morning if everything progressed as rapidly as it had been for the last few
days.
 
Willow quickly joined Buffy in performing their exercise routine. Both
women exercised naked, primarily due to a lack of appropriate clothing, but
also because both thoroughly enjoyed the sight of the other in their
birthday suit. Before long they were both covered with sweat and moving
into the final part of the morning workout, at this point Willow finished
up, since there was no way that she could keep up with the slayer in her
Kendo routine.
 
"You are so graceful," she commented as she sat by the fire watching as
Buffy finished her practice. "I get excited by just watching you move."
"How excited?" The other asked.
"This excited," Willow replied as she leaped on the slayer. Buffy, allowed
herself to be carried to the floor and pinned with her arms above her head,
as the other woman began to softly kiss and lick her between her breasts.
 
"Mmm," the arch-mage said, "salty, I like salty." Willow began to slowly
kiss the underside of Buffy's breasts, gradually making her way up towards
the other woman's nipples, which had hardened perceptibly at the attention
being paid to the slayer. Still holding on to Buffy's arms with one of her
hands Willow brought the other one down and began to stimulate one of
Buffy's breasts and its nipple while she simultaneously began to suck and
nibble on the nipple of the other.
 
Buffy's was beginning to breath more rapidly, as the attention being paid to
her was starting to turn her insides to jelly. She started to work her
hands free so that she could reciprocate the attention being paid to her.
 
"Don't," Willow said softly, "I want to you to relax and go with the flow,"
continued Willow as she began to move down the other woman's body softly
kissing, licking and stroking the sweat-covered skin. Reaching Buffy's
belly button Willow softly blew into it and licked the sweat out of it.
 
Buffy giggled and said, "stop that, witch, that is a very ticklish spot."
"I know," Willow replied as she moved even further down the slayer's body. 
 
She noticed that the hair on Buffy's pubic mound was matted and damp with
sweat. She delicately ran her fingers though the hair teasing it and gently
pulling on a few of the soft, blond hairs. She then began to lick the cleft
between the slayer's legs, drinking in the dark musty taste caused by
Buffy's sexual excitement and the exercise that she had done. Swirling her
tongue around Buffy's clitoris she smoothly inserted a finger deep inside of
her lover, pleased with the body-arching groan that emanated from her.
Willow continued her dual ministrations on the other woman for several
minutes, driving Buffy to a near peak. Willow slowed down her activities to
allow her lover to calm down, just a little bit, and when she judged that
she could continue without driving Buffy over the edge she swiftly inserted
a second and then a third finger into the other woman who was now rocking
back and forth on the floor in pleasure.
 
"Please, please," Buffy whimpered, "please let me finish."
"Patience, my dear," said Willow, as she carefully inserted a fourth and
then finally her fifth finger into her lover.
"No, no," babbled Buffy, "no, please," she continued as she realized what
Willow was about to do.
"Shush, love," replied Willow, "I'll be gentle," as she formed a fist inside
of Buffy and began to rhythmically move her arm back and forth; she moved
her head back up her lover's body and swiftly sucked in a nipple for
special, oral, attention.
 
After a few minutes of that, special attention, Buffy exploded into a body
shaking orgasm screaming "oh my Goddess, yes." 
 
"Goddess, Willow," she exclaimed a few minutes later, when she was certain
that one she would continue to breath and two, that she could form a
coherent sentence, "you sure know how to crank me up."
 
"Happy Valentine's Day," replied Willow, "I couldn't find you a card, so I
had to improvise."
 
"Is it the 14th," Buffy asked, "I've lost total track of time, not to
mention that I don't have a gift for you."
"Yep, it's the fourteenth," Willow replied as she kissed Buffy on the
forehead, and stood up, "and I'm sure that you will think of something
before the day is out."