FIC :: Tower of Fable -- (5/4 -- exotic fruit version)

["C S Armitage" <soren_nyrond@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

TITLE: Tower of Fable (4/?) 
AUTHOR: Soren Nyrond
DISCLAIMER: Characters in this part belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.Some ideas have been borrowed for elsewhere to illuminate this story: but they are by way of being generic concepts only
SUMMARY: It's got Buffy and Willow in it, and some smut
SPOILERS: None except that the plot is Very Old and this bit is major smut.Accordinly it is not recommended for the young, the elderly or the Snyders among you.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: All nice feedback welcome. Thanks to all those who've written so far.

 
 
  
Tower of Fable - - Part 5 (version 2)

 

The three of them rematerialised in a comfortable - indeed, luxurious - bed-chamber. There, three more snaps of Urmelwen's fingers put a fire in the grate, food and drink on the table, and sweet scents onto the air.

"There," she said: "That's better."

"Why were you - ?"

"Imprisoned ?" Urmelwen turned to Willow with a smile on her face. "The Necromancer - perverse old goat - wanted me to mate with one of his creations, to give him a new sub-species of obscene life. He has a pocket dimension he's trying to conquer from the Puppetress."

"To mate with ?" Buffy echoed, looking Urmelwen up and down.

"Oh, yes - or didn't you know ?"

"Know ?" Willow asked.

"That I am an aspect of the Elfin Mystery. I'm the one they don't talk about - I embody their sex-drive." Suddenly a blazing fire of sheer sexual energy flowed out of her, and washed over the two human girls, submerging them in images of libidinous possibilities.

Willow's eyes glazed over for a moment, and Buffy reached out for her. Except that the instant that they touched, Buffy felt an urge to . to .

 

"All right - what's going on ?"

"It's your just reward," Urmelwen explained, as the girls fought to keep their hands off each other: "You saved the Princess. Clearly you aren't in the 'hand-in-marriage and half-the-kingdom' field, so you get the other reward: my unfettered attention. For tonight, at least.

"I thought you knew," she added: "You were carrying my book, after all."

Willow remembered the silk-bound booklet of erotic spells and blushed delicately.

"Don't me embarrassed," Urmelwen told her: "It's simply a part of all life."

She paused. "I'm just going to freshen up. You can think about it, and when I come back you can decide if you want to play . with me, with each other - which you obviously do, or all together."

 

It was little use - it was night, there was a bed, they were lovers, and the Fates had imbued them with preternaturally strong urges. They were guests of a fabulous sex-angel, in a room that focussed on surrender to the appetites of the self, beset with languorous scents and sensual fabrics, and they were at the age at which their drives were running on high.

What were two helpless high-schoolers to do, but experience what was on offer, and comfort one another afterwards ?

 

By the time Urmelwen returned, Buffy and Willow were naked and enjoying a snack of grapes and spiced biscuits, as well as kisses and something suspiciously like champagne.

Then she returned, and slipped between the sheets to join them. She had small, high breasts, which she loved to have caressed, and soon Willow and Buffy were on either side of the elfin princess, doing just that, while theirlegs intertwined.

They dined on her body, and on exotic comfits which she conjured up for them to try. And she had a cordial which fizzed in their mouths and super-charged them with energy whenever they might have flagged. She also introduced them to a series of elfin elixirs which could be spread onto the skin, toinduce a variety of sensuous and sensual effects.

But little by little their appetites warmed and they moved from touching and kissing gently, to play-wrestling and then, as their desires and urges burst into full and extravagant flame, to all-out tantric gymnastics in whichlips, fingers, tongues and more were all brought into sybaritic and Sapphic play, inhibitions swept aside in the glamour which Urmelwen cast about them; nothing mattering that to enjoy and be enjoyed, love and be loved, caress and be caressed and, finally, to satisfy and to be satisfied until, satiated, they fell to sleep.

 

 

Of course, they woke up again, in the dawn light.

But that is another story.