FIC :: Tower of Fable -- (5/4 vanilla/strawberry edition)

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

TITLE: Tower of Fable (5/4)
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 an RPG situation of the classic variety. 
SPOILERS: None except that the plot is Very Old and this bit is low/medium smut
AUTHOR'S NOTES: All nice feedback welcome. Thanks to all those who've written so far.

 
 
  
Tower of Fable - - Part 5

 

They rematerialised in a comfortable - indeed, luxurious, bed-chamber.

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 perverse old goat wanted me to mate with one of his creations, to give him anew sub-species of obscene life. He has a pocket dimension he's trying toconquer 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."

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.

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