FIC: REPOST: Militat omnis amans (Every lover is a warrior) Part 5d/?

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

Militat omnis amans (Every lover is a warrior) Part 5d/?
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 and other ramblings:
Everything up to the middle of season four - I diverge then.

Please note that things perceived by characters other than by the five
acknowledge senses have been enclosed in < >, kpb.

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Bridie meanwhile had taken a different approach. She had continued her
attentions to Buffy's rear, and had begun to suck on each of the slayer's
nipples in turn. Buffy was thoroughly enjoying the attention, and the
alteration of slight pain and pleasure. What happened next, surprised the
slayer; Bridie took a deep breath and plunged her head under the water. She
proceeded to move between Buffy's thighs and then blew onto her clit. The
sensation of having air, bubbles and moving water on her clitoris caused her
to squirm in pleasure. 

As Bridie came up for air, Buffy pulled her towards her, kissed her softly
and whispered, "lets go to bed, I want to be comfortable."
The two women quickly dried off, briefly noticing the activities of the
other two, before heading off to the bedroom. Once there they quickly
arranged themselves into a sixty-nine and proceeded to simultaneously
stimulate each other. Bridie had one more surprise for the slayer, as she
was taking long, cat-like licks of Buffy's labia and clitoris she carefully
inserted one of her long fingers deep into her vagina, when she had
lubricated the finger she then moved her hand between Buffy's ass cheeks
and, after pausing for a moment to spread the cheeks apart, slowly
penetrated her asshole.

"Ooh," Buffy exclaimed into Bridie's crotch, "that's nasty, nasty but it
feels amazing."
"Ah," the other woman said as she paused her digital assault for a second,
"a virgin."
"NO, yes, I mean," babbled an increasingly excited Buffy, "I'm not a virgin,
but that is the first..."
"Shush, dear," soothed Bridie, "I'll be gentle."
Buffy was suffering an avalanche of emotions and sensations, she was being
penetrated anally for the first time, and was torn between the pleasure of
the new sensation and feelings of shame from her upbringing which said that
the actions of the other woman were wrong. She was also receiving feedback
from Willow, and the waves of pleasure she was going through since
everything that she had learned in the past few days about filtering the
flow between them was shattered from her rapidly dissolving self control,
all in all a very confusing mental picture which rapidly dissolved into a
chaotic jumble of thoughts as she experienced a titanic climax,
simultaneously with Bridie.
"There," Bridie said softly, "that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"No, but," Buffy said, still confused by all the reactions she was
experiencing, "I'm not sure why I feel both pleased and shamed."
"It's probably due to the way you were raised," commented the other woman as
she turned Buffy around and enveloped her in a loving embrace, "most people
are told anything to do with your rear is dirty, and shameful, but it is
awfully nice sometimes. You will decide if you like it or not, after all it
is your body."
"Well, mostly," replied the slayer, "now, with the little incident we went
through, I share my body with Willow and she shares hers with me."

"What's that love," replied a very satisfied looking Willow. She looked
like a red-haired cat that had just eaten the canary, which was currently
holding her hand. "I trust that you had a good time, at least you seemed to
from the feedback I was getting." Willow and Aiofe proceeded to get into
bed with the other two women, each giving their respective soul mates a deep
kiss and hug.
"Yes," replied the slayer a few minutes later, "all in all a great way to
start the day. But, I have to ask, why did you start this?"
"As I told Aiofe," answered Willow, "I just went with my instincts."
"Good instincts," replied Buffy, "now, however, ladies, I think that we
better re-bath, and get the day going, after all we probably have a couple
of senior mages or so impatiently waiting for us at breakfast."

With that the four women got out of bed and quickly washed themselves. As
they were drying off, and getting out clothing for the day, Willow turned to
Aiofe, and commented, "I trust that the 'fiction' of you being maids can be
dispensed with now and Buffy and I can go back to dressing ourselves?"
"Yes, and no," replied the other woman, "I mean that after today we won't be
your maids, however, all of us will have servants, so you will get two real
servants to help you."
"Joy," replied Buffy sardonically, "I do hope, however, that after this
morning's activities that you two will move in here with us?"
"If you'll have us," replied Bridie.
"You bet," bubbled Willow, "it will be great, x-rated sleepovers."

The four women quickly finished dressing and headed off to breakfast and the
rest of the day's activities.

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Breakfast that morning was strained and hurried; the four women noticed that
most of the people present were eating very quickly, not like a normal
morning. In addition, the staff was all looking very apprehensive and were
doing their jobs with the minimum of attention required.
"What's up," wondered Buffy aloud.
"Don't know," replied Aiofe, "but the servants usually know something is up
before anyone else, and they all look very worried."

After breakfast the four women were approached by a page and asked to
assemble in the mage's study, along with all of the other mages in residence
in the castle, instead of going to Amana's workroom. Once they had settled
in, with mugs of hot mead, Grael and Amana moved to the front of the very
crowded room and began the meeting.
"Welcome all," Grael said as everyone else turned to face him, "We have
called this meeting to bring you all up to date on events that have been
happening throughout the country overnight."
That had the immediate effect of focusing everyone's attention on the older
man. Grael was haggard, it appeared that he had not slept in days, and
lines of worry etched his face, if anything Amana looked worse, her eyes
were bloodshot and her skin was pasty white. Everyone had known for days
that something big was about to happen, what with the constant meetings
between the senior mages, the counsel and various military officials in
addition to the time that Amana and Grael had been spending with the two
visitors. It now appeared that they were going to be provided with details
on what had been happening.

Amana now took up the briefing, "the senior counsel has been in meetings
with our military advisors," she said as she pointed out two obviously
military men at the back of the room, "and can tell you this. The demon
forces arrayed against us have appeared to have started a major initiative
designed to disrupt our society totally, and perhaps even lead to the
annihilation of humankind."
With that statement soft murmurings of excitement and worry broke out in the
room. Grael let the room continue its discussions for a moment before
continuing; "I have asked General Peter Humphries to continue the briefing
for us."

"Sirs and Ladies," began the General from the back of the room as he slowly
made his way forward. He was a tall, nearly two hundred centimetres, and
wiry man with short-cropped silver hair. Every centimetre of him screamed
military, from his bearing to his battle hardened eyes. "Last night the
enemy began a massive staged attack on the costal plains south of us, with
the obvious intent to draw out our main forces for a pitched battle; in
addition several groups of demons have begun guerrilla operations in what we
thought until now was our secure rear."