FIC: REPOST: Militat omnis amans (Every lover is a warrior) Part 7d/?

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

Militat omnis amans (Every lover is a warrior) Part 7d/?
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.

This story contains sexual acts between consenting adult women, and was
written in a jurisdiction where it was legal to do so. If this offends you,
don't read.

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 < >.

mailto:kevin.beckett@xxxxxxxxxxxxx

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On a pile of hay, which had been covered with several blankets and
comforters, lay four young women and a cat, knotted together in a tangled
pile. After eating their dinner Willow, Buffy, Aiofe and Bridie had bathed
and retired for the evening. They had made brief, but passionate, love -
more out of need than true desire, and afterwards Aiofe and Bridie had
immediately drifted off to sleep. Willow was not even close to being
asleep. She had been thinking about the day's events, her role in them, and
the extraordinary events surrounding Buffy. She turned towards her
soul-mate and asked, <you still awake love?>

<Yes, what is it?>
<Crazy stuff going on.>
<Yeah, but...>
<Oh, I don't know, how are you dealing with it?>
<Getting by, barely, I just wish we had more time to get a handle on
everything.>
<You ok with the initiation and everything?>
<You did promise to make it special, and boy did you deliver.>
<I'm worried about the little fit you had this afternoon.>
<That is the understatement of the evening, but maybe with time I will have
more control over everything. At least I hope so. Why don't you tell me
what is really bothering you love.>
<Am I that transparent?>
<Only to me, now give.>
<It's just that everything is happening so quickly. We are going to have
children, this mind thing between you and I. We feel everything the other
does. When you were making love to Bridie I felt your climax.>
<OH,> Buffy blushed internally, <I didn't realise.>
<It's only when your barriers are down. But that isn't the main thing. I
don't know if, let alone how, I'm going to close the hell-mouth. And
everyone is counting on me.>
<Ok, lets look at your fears one at a time. First, we have eight plus
months to worry about the babies. As long as we eat right, get the exercise
we need we'll be fine. People have been having babies for generations, and
we have excellent support here.>
<Yeah, the technological dark ages and giving birth in the middle of a war,
fun.>
<But, we have the advantage of three excellent midwives, and our new healing
abilities. And the war might be over by then. If everything here becomes
hopeless, we just head home and have the babies there.>
<You're right, I just wish we knew more about how, and why, we became
preggers though.>
<So do I, but we won't figure that out anytime soon. Now second, your
un-voiced fear, me.>
<I didn't want to bother you with it.>
<You know that nothing you do or say can truly bother me now.>
<I know, but this is all so new.>
<To continue, I will be fine, trust me Red. I admit this thing this
afternoon scared me, but I went into it willingly after all. Given time,
we, and I do mean we, will work it all out.>
<I was worried that you'd blame me for all of it. It wasn't what I had
planned.>
<I'd never blame you love, besides, the Goddess often has other plans for us
than what we want. Now as to this mind thing, I think that we are dealing
with it just fine, for now.>
<Meaning?>
<Meaning that over time, our shields will get better, you and I will become
much closer and we will develop the skills to work both independently and
collectively.>
<You're right. Besides, the advantages are better than the problems. After
all we are never alone now, I always know where you are and if you are in
any danger; if I try, I can hear your heartbeat, and feel your emotions.>
<Exactly, now last, this business about everyone depending on you.>
<The scariest part.>
<Wrong, love, the easiest part.>
<Say what?>
<The easiest part. No one has any idea about closing the hell-mouths, so
Amana and the others will agree with anything you come up with. Second,
given the prodigious amounts of power you've been playing with I'm sure that
you will figure a way to seal the hell-mouth, even if you have to be so
unsubtle as to dropping a mountain on top of it.>
<Now that's an idea I hadn't thought of,> Willow drew Buffy into an embrace
and whispered, "love me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," the slayer whispered back as she ran her
fingers along Willow's side.
"Mmm," the redhead purred, "that's sooo nice."
"Shush, let me just move you a little. Buffy reached under her lover and
shifted her down the hay pile, away from the other two women, "I don't want
to disturb the others."

Buffy then proceeded to kiss Willow gently on the neck and shoulders while
moving her hands around the front of Willow to cup her breasts. She
continued to kiss her, while stimulating Willow's nipples with her thumbs. 

Willow took the opportunity offered to cup the Buffy's buttocks in her
hands, she then began to use one hand to squeeze gently while her other made
soft stroking motions, moving between Buffy's clit, and ass-hole. While she
was doing this, Willow started to rub her clit on Buffy's leg, which
immediately drew the attention of the slayer.

"Bad, Willow," she whispered, "didn't your mother ever tell you that
self-stimulation leads to blindness?"
"Do you listen to everything your mother told you," quipped back the
arch-mage.
"Obviously not. Now lets see what I can get up to." Buffy slowly licked
her way down Willow's body, stopping briefly to tease her nipples, finally
reaching Willow's already damp sex.
"I just love it when you are wet," Buffy commented as she began to lick and
nibble Willow's clitoris, while reaching up to pinch each nipple, rolling
them between her thumb and forefinger, and using her remaining fingers to
stimulate the rest of Willow's breasts. Suddenly Buffy had an idea, <if
this works, we will have fun forever.>
<What, Buffy, what are you talking, no, not talking, thinking about?> 

Willow was beginning to lose control as the various points of her body that
were being stimulated were starting to have the desired effect on her.
Suddenly she felt herself being penetrated by something, she was confused,
she felt Buffy's hands on her breasts, her tongue on her clit, she could not
figure out what was penetrating her.
"Buffy, what are you doing, <how are you doing it,> she babbled, slipping
from one form of communication to another.
"Just using a special type of magic on you," Buffy replied softly, "I'm
using that extension thing I was working on the other night."
"Nifty," exclaimed Willow, panting as she did so, "what other surprises do
you have for me?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Implicitly."

Willow felt an invisible extension caress her backside, separating her
buttocks, and softly circling her asshole.
"Oooh," she whimpered softly, "be gentle, please."
"I will love," Buffy replied as she continued her oral assault on Willow's
clitoris.

Slowly, almost teasingly, the extension began to penetrate Willow's
sphincter. Willow initially tensed her muscles, but as she grew comfortable
with the sensation began to relax them. As she did so, Buffy thickened the
two extensions and then began to simultaneously thrust them in and out of
their respective orifices. It was more than Willow could take. She
climaxed violently, biting her tongue to keep from screaming out in
pleasure. As she had her orgasm the barriers in her mind dissolved and
Buffy was flooded with conflicting and confusing images and sensations.

Once Willow had regained some of her composure Buffy moved up her body and
gave her a long, passionate, kiss. <Is the feedback I received from you
what you get when I come?>

"Basically," Willow replied, tasting her salty blood. "I think I hurt
myself."
"What did you do?"
"Bit my tongue to keep quiet."

"Didn't work," responded Aiofe in a soft voice, "you two are just so noisy."
"Can't two girls get a nights sleep without distractions," commented Bridie
with an impish smile on her face.
Buffy turned to her lover with a knowing look on her face, <shall we?>
<Yes, such impertinence deserves our response.>

Turning back to the other two women Buffy shouted out, "Lets get them!"

Aiofe and Bridie were suddenly seized by unseen hands and pinned to the
blankets. Both Willow and Buffy jumped on the other women, Buffy on Aiofe
and Willow on Bridie, and proceeded to kiss and softly caress them, with
intermittent bouts of tickling. Within minutes all four women were once
again engaged in enthusiastic love making, as tongues, fingers, and magic
were employed by all in various acts of stimulation and pleasure. Finally
all four collapsed in exhaustion, with very little of the night remaining.
Willow summed up the thought of everyone with "that was incredible, but boy
am I going to regret the lack of sleep in the morning."
"We'll just tie ourselves to the horses," replied an equally worn out Aiofe.

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