Militat Omnis Amans (Every Lover is a Warrior) Part 10c/?

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

Militat Omnis Amans (Every Lover is a Warrior) Part 10c/?
K. Beckett (c) 2000, with the exception of musical lyrics which are (c) the
individual artists / labels.

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 descriptions of 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.

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For the rest of the day the new arrivals were subjected to various
examinations by members of Willow's strike force. They were measured and
outfitted for new clothing, since what they had arrived in was no longer
wearable. They were also measured for arms and armour, although it would be
several weeks before the leatherworker and the blacksmith would have their
various pieces of equipment ready. Throughout the day they were taken
individually to meet with Willow, Amana and Grael in Willow's workroom to
have their magical potential assessed. Finally, they were all assigned work
to do; some of them to make their rooms on the third floor more liveable,
and others to help Frankel and Daithi with the multitude of other tasks that
still needed to be done on the inn and its various outbuildings. In the
meantime both Aiofe and Bridie were busy collecting the various items that
Grael and Amana required for the upcoming nuptials. Buffy spent the day
being a runner for Willow; finding the women to be tested and bringing the
three mages their lunch and supper.

By the end of the day, the three mages had been able to appraise all of the
young women. As the sky moved from twilight to darkness, they were sitting
before the fire in Willow's workroom discussing their findings, the remains
of a hastily consumed dinner on the table in front of them.

"Goddess," said Willow with a soft sigh, before draining a glass of
fortified wine, which Amana had allowed under the circumstances, "I'm
exhausted. I never thought that it would be so draining to test for magical
potential in someone."
"I agree it's not the easiest job," replied Amana, "but at least its done."
"Not to much to show for the effort though," said Grael, "only two with more
than a rudimentary level of ability."
"All that means," added Amana, "is that most of them, including Sonya I
might add, were chosen for something other than their magical ability. In
time we will find out what it is, of that I'm certain."
"However," said Grael, "having them here will solve one little problem."
"That is," asked Willow.
"We will be able to use them to fill out the circle at the hand-fasting,"
replied the older mage, "up until now we only had Frankel, what with you,
Buffy, Aiofe, Bridie, Amana and myself all fulfilling other roles."

As Grael was finishing her sentence there was a soft tapping on the door to
the study, followed by the entrance of Buffy, Aiofe and Bridie. Buffy went
up to Willow and proceeded to plant herself on the arch-mage's lap, tucking
her feet under herself as she did so.

"To what do we owe this totally pleasant interruption," asked Willow before
giving her lover a welcoming kiss.
"Its just that the three of you have been in here since before lunch,"
replied the slayer, "and that its now well after dinner; so, we are going to
kidnap you and take you to bed."
"After all," added Aiofe, with just the hint of an impish smile crossing her
face, "you do need you rest."
"Why do I get the feeling that 'rest' is the least of your concerns?"
"Do I hear a note of disbelief," answered Bridie, "what, don't you trust
us?"
"Well," replied Willow, as she stood up from the chair, while still holding
Buffy in her arms, "It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that I am
aware of what trouble the three of you can get up to once you put your
collective minds together."

The four young women then took their leave of the senior mages, before
heading to the baths and then to their room for the evening. Watching the
women leave the two older mages marvelled at the resilience of youth, and
its attitude that there could be a solution to every problem.

Grael turned to Amana and said softly, "I'm now convinced, more than ever
before, that she will find an answer." He stood up and stretched his tired
muscles before continuing, "the support she is getting from not only Buffy
but also the other two has gone a long way to giving me that confidence.
Not to mention the maturity and confidence that she displayed here today."
"I agree, but only if she has the time," replied Amana cryptically, as she
also stood up and banked the fire before the two of them headed out to see
if they could find some people for some non-magical conversation and
companionship.

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An hour or so later four, now very clean, women were in their room, each
wrapped in a large towel, engaged in casual banter. The room was very
comfortable, with a large cheery fire roaring in the fireplace. It was
doing a wonderful job of heating the room, it would only be later, after the
fire died down and was banked for the evening that the temperature in the
room would begin to fall. The excitement of the upcoming wedding between
two of their number was creating a playful mood in them all. This humour
had manifested itself in the bath, where the four of them had spent more
time trying to dunk each other and in other water play, rather than getting
themselves clean. 

"That's like totally not fair," complained Willow, to the other three, as
she stood in the middle of the room with her head bent over to the side her
long hair reaching to mid-calf, "I'm never going to get the water out of my
ears."
"What's not fair," asked Buffy, sitting cross-legged on the bed drying her
hair, attempting and failing miserably to act innocent.
"The three of you ganging up on me there at the end," replied Willow,
shaking her head as she continued to try to get the water out of her ears.
"Only after you used your magic to create that wall of water," said Bridie,
who was standing with Aiofe before the fireplace soaking up the heat pouring
from it, "you knew that we wouldn't be able to stop it."
"Who was it that was sending little bolts of water at the others," retorted
Willow, "and don't try to claim it was Aiofe or Buffy, I know they don't
have any control over water, and that you do."

"Ok," said Buffy, as she stood up from the bed, "we were all guilty. Now
can we make it up to you?"
"I suppose," grumbled Willow, "how?"

"Trust me," replied her lover as she pulled out from the dresser an opaque
silk scarf, "first let me blindfold you."

Buffy proceeded to blindfold Willow before guiding her to the bed. Once
Willow was comfortable on the bed, Buffy striped away her towel, leaving the
arch-mage naked. After extinguishing all of the lights in the room with the
exception of the fire she and the other two women then took up positions on
the bed around their friend; Buffy between Willow's legs, Aiofe and Bridie
on either side of Willow.

"What are you doing," asked Willow.
"Shush, lover," replied Buffy, "just try to stay still and let us make you
happy. Oh, try not to peek through my eyes either."

With that Buffy, Aiofe and Bridie began to simultaneously stroke Willow's
arms and legs using only the tips of their fingers. It had an immediate
result. Where they trailed their fingers the hairs on Willow's skin
immediately became erect, where they had not yet caressed, goose bumps
appeared. Willow, who had been holding her breath in expectation of what
was going to happen, exhaled softly, almost in a moan. More was to come.
Buffy gestured to Aiofe to pass over the pitcher of water. She then
carefully began to pour, almost dribble, the water over Willow's stomach,
watching as it traced over the curve of her pregnancy, then leaning over to
catch the driblets of water with her tongue, before they could hit the bed.

Willow was consumed by the sensations being caused in her body by her
friends. She was behaving herself and not peeking through Buffy's eyes, so
the anticipation of what body part would be attended to next was causing her
to squirm and moan. She began to lick her lips, and as her excitement
progressed her nipples hardened, as she eagerly waited for the next
sensation. Seeing this Aiofe gestured to Bridie who immediately leaned
forward and presented a nipple for Willow to suckle. Willow swiftly drew in
all of the presented nipple and areole, and began to suck and nibble as if
she were a newborn babe. Aiofe then reciprocated, by first licking and then
sucking on Willow's rock-hard nipples. While sucking on one, she manually
manipulated the other, before having her nimble fingers replaced by Bridie.
This stimulation, in time, caused a small amount of foremilk to appear,
which both women lapped up, treating it like ambrosia. The production of
albeit even a small amount of milk, followed by the suckling of her breasts,
caused a surge of excitement to course through Willow's body, which
manifested itself in the immediate lubrication of the cleft between her
legs. Sensing the sexual enhancement of her lover's anticipation, Buffy
began the next phase of her pleasuring.

Willow was amazed at the reactions her body was producing. She was aware of
the pleasure being given by her nipples being suckled. The continuing
tracing of fingertips, water and tongues on her skin, and her increasing
sexual anticipation. As Willow continued to suckle on the offered breast,
Buffy began to softly blow on her engorged clit. Once she was certain that
she had all of Willow's attention, Buffy began to drip water from her
fingertips directly onto the tip of her lover's clitoris, followed by her
blowing onto the drop of water to evaporate it. This was a new form of
water torture, torture by pleasure. Buffy timed every drop carefully,
insuring that Willow came near to a climax, but that she didn't crossover.
As the sweat began to pour from her body, Willow moaned, bucked and squirmed
in an attempt to climax. All of her efforts to find release ended in
failure due to Buffy's excellent knowledge of her lover's body. Finally,
after Buffy had judged that Willow was more than ready, she leaned forward
and simultaneously sucked on Willow's clitoris while she inserted two
fingers deep within her lover's vagina to stimulate the sensitive internal
tissue. Willow exploded in what became a cascade of orgasms, one peak
higher than the last, as all three women continued to stimulate and pleasure
various parts of her body.

Finally, Buffy and the others first slowed, and then ceased, their attention
to Willow's pleasure. Willow lay in a pool of sweat and sexual fluids,
panting softly for nearly ten minutes before she gathered her wits together
and softly said, "you're all forgiven."
<Happy love?>
<Beyond happy. I love you. Goddess you do know how to trip my breakers.>
That thought chased around in Willow's head, she knew that it had triggered
some sort of recognition, but was too thoroughly satiated to pin it down,
"oh well," she thought, "whatever it was will come back to me eventually."