Fic: Triality (2/?) B/W/T NC-17

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Title: Triality

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: up through season 5: This begins to diverge from Checkpoint
episode canon

Pairing: B/W/T

Summary: Begins the Triad Trilogy- Sequel to the Please Trilogy. The
new Triad deals with an angry Hellgod, a surly Teenager, and enough
tweed in one room to violate EPA regulations.

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! I Love BDSM. I Love chains and whips. I love
Sex! If any of these gives you the wiggins, then so will this story.
(Part 2, not so tame. Rather un-tame, in fact- though kink is limited
to D/s in this part. We'll get to the B and the SM soon enough)

Disclaimer: If I owned 'em, they'd have to show it on the Ecstasy
Network.

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Part 2

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Buffy wordlessly got up, walked over and took Tara's and Willow's hand,
pulling them to their feet, gently but insistently. Neither witch
protested in the least. They had taken the opportunity to enjoy each
other's bodies in the last two days, but both missed their third partner
in those encounters. 

Buffy's enforced two day abstinence had been the most she had had to
wait since the three of them had begun their relationship. While she
had gone much longer between sexual encounters in her past, somehow she
had become addicted to her two witches in a short time and was suffering
from the lack. She led her partners into the training room and over to
one of the exercise mats laying along the wall by her punching bag. She
turned to Willow and caught her lips in a fiery kiss, clearly
communicating her frustrated desire for the redheaded witch.

Willow was panting in lust as Buffy broke the kiss, her eyes dilated and
her mouth hanging open, lips wet and swollen with Buffy's kiss. She
eagerly waited for Buffy to tell her what to do next.

Tara knew what Buffy wanted, and decided to let it happen, but this time
she would maintain control, or at least the appearance of control. She
looked at Willow, "So beautiful," she thought fondly, loving the look of
her girlfriend lost in a world of desire. "Take off your clothes pet,"
she instructed. She turned Buffy away from Willow and commanded her,
"Mark me, slayer. I want you to put your mark on me."

Buffy's eyes widened even further as her Mistress commanded her. It was
her intention in any case, but rather than fighting for dominance,
Mistress was maintaining the upper hand while allowing Buffy to fulfill
her needs. She looked into Tara's eyes and saw understanding there.
"Thank you Mistress!" she whispered raggedly as she pulled the taller
blonde into a searing, passionate kiss.

Tara had to break off the kiss, air becoming a necessity. She moaned as
the slayer's lips trailed down her throat, latching on to her pulse
point. She wrapped her arms around the petite woman and pulled her
close to her body, reveling in the feel, even through layers of
clothing, of her lithe body against Tara's fuller, more curvaceous
figure. She brought up one hand and pulled the slayer's head against
her neck, reinforcing her desire for the slayer to give in to this need.

Willow had wasted no time in shedding her clothes and stood watching in
open amazement as Mistress Tara had Mistress Buffy leaving her love bite
on her throat. Willow found that mark to be so sexy- she loved to kiss
and lick Mistress Tara there, and it never failed to elicit a moan of
pleasure from the blond witch. Since the first time Willow had seen it,
Mistress Buffy never let the mark fade away entirely, renewing it
despite the fact Tara disciplined her for it.

This was the first time Willow had seen Tara deliberately allowing the
Slayer to mark her.

As Buffy released the flesh of Tara's neck from her teeth, she felt Tara
sigh. She was a little confused, because this act had resulted in
discipline in the past, but this time it had been at her Mistress'
command and the Slayer didn't know how to react. "Mistress, I." she
trailed off, not knowing what to say or do.

Tara stepped back from her and used her fingers to tilt the Slayer's
chin up to meet her gaze. "It's all right Slayer. What kind of
Mistress would I be if I didn't see to my pet's needs?" she asked
gently. Recognizing another need that the Slayer had, she added, "Maybe
tomorrow we'll go shopping and you can pick out something nice for me to
punish you with."

Buffy realized that Tara knew her needs better than she did herself.
The Slayer needed to challenge her Mistress' dominance, not because she
wanted to be dominant herself, but because she needed to be dominated-
reminded that she belonged to the Mistress. The Slayer was a denizen of
the night. She thrived on violence and pain. Buffy could readily
submit to Tara, but the Slayer needed to be forced- she couldn't give up
without a fight. 

And, frankly, Buffy needed the pain- it was like a catharsis. It helped
her assuage her guilt. Guilt that she knew was irrational, but felt
regardless. Every time Tara disciplined her, she could feel that heavy
load of guilt erode more and more. It satisfied her feeling of
deserving punishment for what she saw as her failures. If Tara beat
her, she didn't feel the need to beat herself up anymore, it enabled her
mind to overcome her emotions.

She imagined that a psychiatrist would have a field day with her. But,
conventional or not, she felt much better now that she was in this
relationship. And, she didn't feel the need to analyze any of this- she
just knew it, she just felt it; for the first time since becoming the
Slayer, Buffy Summers felt happy.

All of that was something to be reflected upon later. Right now she had
other needs to fulfill.

"Thank you Mistress!" Buffy cried, her voice heavy with both gratitude
and desire. 

Turning her attention to her other pet, Tara said, "I think your
Mistress Buffy is overdressed for this occasion, don't you pet?"

Willow had actually began to salivate when Tara began talking about
shopping for disciplinary toys- she didn't want whips or paddles,
personally- but there were some other toys that she imagined she would
enjoy very much. In answer to Tara's question she said, "Oh yes!
Mistress Tara!" nodding vigorously.

Tara smiled at the sight of her lover bouncing up and down in
excitement, her small breasts jiggling delightfully. "Why don't you
take her clothes off, pet? Then the two of you can attend to mine."

Willow smiled excitedly. "Oh yes Mistress Tara! Thank you Mistress
Tara!" she gushed as she fairly leapt to the task. She came up behind
the Slayer and paused momentarily, her hands just about to move to the
hem of her shirt. "May I undress you, Mistress Buffy," she was careful
to ask before touching.

Buffy's voice was low and rough as her desire thickened her vocal cords.
"Yes, please!" she half-moaned out.

Willow whispered in the Slayer's ear, "Thank you Mistress Buffy," and
slid her hands under the fabric of her shirt, moving around to the
front. She made sure she was pushing up the material with her arms as
her hands moved over her bra, making sure to cop a feel of her Mistress
as she went.

Buffy raised her arms over her head to help facilitate things, moaning
at her pet's ability to involve maximal skin to skin contact in the
process of stripping her.

Tara's eyes widened and she felt herself becoming quite moist as she
watched the flesh of the Slayer's flat little tummy revealed. She loved
Buffy's skin, loved the feel of it against her own.

Willow smiled, pleased to be arousing both of her Mistress's. She'd had
so much practice at it lately that she'd mastered the art of taking off
someone's clothes and turning it into a light petting session without
obvious delays. Mistress became cross with her if she actually stopped
to touch or play while removing the clothes, so Willow made sure
constant, if not quick, progress was made in the removal process, while
maximizing her hands-on contact with various erogenous zones. She could
usually bring both of her mistresses to a mass of hot, panting, need by
the time she had them naked.

Willow reveled in the submissive role. She adored being commanded and
guided by her two Mistresses. It never failed to excite her. A single
look, or a stern tone of voice from either of her lovers and she melted,
instantly becoming wet and ready for any command they might make of her.

If she had taken the time to analyze this almost Pavlovian response, she
would have realized that her parents were to blame. Years of neglect
had left an indelible mark on her psyche. Unlike some children who
might rebel to gain attention, Willow had always strived to perform.
Her parents had handed out praise sparingly, and always with an
enjoinder to do better in the future. Such had turned Willow into a
performance freak- always striving for perfection in the hopes of
getting a pat on the head from mommy and daddy.

Well, with Tara and Buffy, performance received immediate rewards. She
never had to wait or beg for it, every moan and groan, every cry of
pleasure was like a badge of honor. Then, when she had done a good job
of pleasing her Mistress(es), she was given pleasure herself, pleasure
greater than anything she had ever felt before. This was why she loved
the after part the best. The whispers and cuddling was like an
affirmation of her value as a person. The last two weeks were like a
smorgasbord, laid out before a starving person and she glutted herself
on the love and attention and acceptance. However, unlike a starving
person, she was often satisfied, but never full. 

Willow could give and give and give till her Mistresses couldn't take
another second. She could take and take and take until she had worn out
even the Slayer's stamina. Willow was easily satisfied, perfectly
content after only a single release; but she was never sated. Just for
fun, her Mistress's had tried to wear her out one night, taking turns
they made Willow cum over forty times, if you counted the multiples, and
yet she could have gone more if Tara and Buffy hadn't been exhausted.
It had been the greatest night of Willow's life to that point.

Right now her focus was on getting Buffy naked and aroused. She kept
her palms flat on the Slayer's skin as she slid the shirt up her arms,
briefly interlacing her fingers with Buffy's before the shirt came
entirely off. She had her own naked flesh pressed against Buffy's half
naked back as the shirt fell to the ground and Willow kicked it toward
the growing pile.

Willow dragged her hands down the insides of Buffy's arms, slipping them
down into the cups of her bra, gently kneading the flesh therein, before
working the front catch open while her hands were still inside the
material- a trick that impressed both her Mistresses quite a bit the
first time she'd successfully done it. She made sure to capture Buffy's
already stiff nipples between her fingers as she moved her hands out and
away, opening the bra to Tara's gaze, and pulling Buffy's nipples up and
out from her breasts. 

Both Buffy and Tara gasped at that- one at the sight and the other at
the sensation. 

Tara immediately thought of the scissoring nipple clamps sitting in a
drawer in her room. She wouldn't have been too shocked to know that
Buffy was thinking of the same thing.

Willow released Buffy's stretched flesh, causing her breasts to bobble
fetchingly. It was too much for Tara and she had to lean in and capture
one stiff nubbin with her mouth, suckling it lightly as Willow continued
to undress her junior Mistress.

Willow drew her hands back, sliding the bra off and away from Buffy,
again kicking it to the side when it landed at her feet. She slid her
hands back around the tanned skin of Buffy's torso, stroking down her
flat stomach to the button of her jeans. After undoing the button, she
pulled down the zipper. As the zipper reached the bottom of its range,
Willow's hand continued down, briefly cupping the Slayer's hot sex
through the denim material.

Buffy, already moaning at Tara's ministration to her right breast,
gasped loudly at the feel of Willow's hand pressing the stiff denim into
her already drenched pussy. 

Willow slid her hands back up and around to the Slayer's lower back and
got ready to push them down beneath the denim fabric and over her
rounded cheeks. She expected to squeeze the Slayer's ass through the
material of her panties, or maybe, if she was lucky, to pass them over a
brief strip of material indicating a thong, thus allowing her to squeeze
her ass directly. 

Buffy smirked as she heard Willow's gasp when she found nothing but skin
under her denim jeans.

Hearing her pet's gasp, Tara pulled away from the Slayer's nipple with a
popping sound and looked down to see nothing but naked flesh revealed as
Willow drew the Slayer's pants down her muscular legs. "Naughty Slayer!
Did you lose your panties on your way here?"

Willow continued to move the pants down Buffy's legs, her thumbs
stroking the ticklish spot on the inside of the backs of her knees as
she went. And, if her face happened to rub against the smooth skin of
Buffy's ass as she passed, well, it was purely intentional.

Buffy answered her Mistress; trying not to gasp at the sensations Willow
was causing her, "N- no Mistress. I. I like the way these jeans feel
against me when I walk."

Tara smiled and reached forward, stroking the Slayer's damp sex with a
barely-there touch. "You like the way they rub you, Slayer? Tell me
exactly where they make you feel good," she said. 

Tara was beginning to really get into the sexy talk. She loved the way
it made her pet's react, especially when whispered in their ears in
public settings. It was another thing that she only now in her life
felt empowered to do. This relationship was rapidly undoing the damage
done by a lifetime of repression, being abused and beaten down- though
thankfully not ever sexually abused. The love and acceptance from
Willow during their monogamous relationship had done a great deal in
helping Tara regain a sense of self worth- of being able to see herself
as someone who was beautiful, someone who could be loved. She still
felt like the junior partner sometimes though- joining a group of
established friends- she felt a bit like the outsider. 

Being Dom to Willow and Buffy. That had been like an adrenaline surge to
her self image. Having these two strong women- powerful warriors of the
light- submit to her will made her feel strong and confident- more so
than she had ever before. She was well out of her shell now. If her
brother Donny would have come back now instead of weeks ago, she'd have
laughed him out of the store before giving him a piece of her mind-
tearing him an new hole. And, if he'd so much as dared to raise a hand
against her? She'd have smote him down like the hand of a wrathful god.

Ok, so she'd fantasized about it- just a little.

Buffy was shivering at the feather light touch Tara was applying to her.
She answered her Mistress' question with a tremulous voice, "My p- pussy
Mistress."

Willow slid off the Slayer's shoes and socks, and then pulled her pants
away from her feet, leaving Buffy completely naked. She had to quickly
rise to her feet, because from where she was on he knees, Willow could
see the Slayer's juices, shiny on the inside of her thighs. She could
smell the Slayer's potent arousal. If she didn't get away from it,
she'd end up spreading Buffy's ass-cheeks and burying her face between
those legs, licking for all she was worth. A grand idea, but Mistress
Tara had given her instructions and she would carry them out. She did
slip an unauthorized arm around Buffy's waist, pulling her close as she
said, "May we undress you now, Mistress Tara?

Tara was impatient. She had become very turned on by Willow's teasing
of Buffy while undressing her, and while she normally enjoyed such
treatment herself, right now she wanted Buffy's face in her pussy. "No,
pet. I don't think I could stand the teasing right now," she said as
she quickly disrobed. "Why don't you lie down on your back. Buffy, you
straddle her face and service me while Willow services you.

Both women were happy with that arrangement and chanted in unison, "Yes
Mistress!"

One might have thought that Willow would be dissatisfied, as she would
not receive any pleasuring from such a position. Nothing could be
farther from the truth. Willow expected to service her Mistress before
she received anything- that was her role, and she loved her role as sub.
Not only that, but she did receive a great deal of satisfaction when
servicing her Mistresses. It gave her enormous pleasure to drive Buffy
or Tara wild with her fingers and tongue. 

It was that 'recognition for performance' thing again. Nothing in life
made Willow happier than to do a good job, and be recognized for having
done so; especially by those whom she cared for most. When a simple
'thank you' from one of her Mistresses could make her day, the response
of hearing them scream in ecstasy and look at her with awe-filled eyes
and telling her how magnificent she was, well it was better than an
orgasm for her. To please her Mistresses made her happier than she
could ever explain. 

The redhead quickly got onto her back and wiggled herself between the
thighs of the kneeling Slayer. She pulled Buffy's hips down so that she
didn't have to strain her neck to reach the dripping petals of her sex.
Willow began to clean her thighs of her syrupy goodness. She didn't
want to let a single drop of the Slayer's powerful essence go to waste.

Buffy herself wasted no time diving in to her Mistresses wet, sticky
pussy. She sucked Tara's labia into her mouth, gently pulling away
while sucking, until it slipped out of her mouth, then dove back in
after the other. She spent several minutes French-kissing her
Mistresses nether-lips, her own moans humming in harmony with Tara's as
Willow worked her magic on the Slayer's weeping sex.

Everyone was so on the edge, that it didn't take long to cum. After
only three minutes, Buffy's pussy was so wet that Willow couldn't keep
up; the lower half of her face was completely coated in Buffy's syrup.
Willow gave up trying and moved up to her clit, circling it slowly for a
moment, having to hold onto the Slayer's hips, as they kept trying to
rotate along with Willow's tongue as she subconsciously danced in an
effort to grind her clit into that elusive tongue.

When Willow finally sucked Buffy's clit into her mouth and lashed it
with her tongue, Buffy screamed her orgasm into Tara's quivering sex. 

Tara lost control and grabbed her Slayer by the hair, grinding Buffy's
face into her dripping need. Not even a minute later, Tara was howling
out her rapturous release.

Buffy kept her tongue buried deep in Tara's center as her Mistress rode
out her orgasm, never letting go of Buffy's hair or letting up on the
pressure she was exerting against her head. Just when Buffy thought
oxygen might become an issue, Tara pulled her face away from her sex and
pulled her up by the hair for a kiss. She whimpered, both at the
dominating kiss, and at being pulled away from Willow, who was busy
gently lapping her clean.

After breaking off the kiss, and licking her own release from the
Slayer's face, she loosened her grip on the blond hair. "You're such a
good pet, Slayer. You please me so well!" She placed a quick kiss on
Buffy's lips and then finished, "Now, go clean your pet up and tell her
what a marvelous job she did. Then I'll let you see to her pleasure
while she services me."

Buffy smiled and nodded, "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress."

She turned to her pet, who was staring in open lust at the sight of
Mistress Tara licking Buffy's face clean. She smiled at Willow, pausing
a moment to take in the sight. Willow was laying on her side, watching
the two blondes interact. Buffy let her eyes trail down from Willow's
face, sticky wet from the Slayer's passion, taking in the graceful curve
of her neck, lingering momentarily on her small, but shapely breasts,
sitting slightly askew as they were tugged down by gravity. Buffy
continued down the saddle shaped curve of the redhead's torso, and up
over the rise of her hip, which framed the lovely red triangle of fur
surrounding Willow's saturated pussy.

Willow noticed her Mistress focusing on the juncture of her thighs. She
raised her leg to give the Slayer a better view.

Buffy felt her salivary glands let go at the sight of Willow revealing
her charms. The redhead's lap was wet with her desire, and the Slayer
could see the sticky moisture stretching between the parting thighs.
She moved her eyes back up to the face of her pet, taking in the flushed
skin as Willow reacted to being ogled. 

The look in Buffy's eyes was enough to make Willow feel heat course
through her body. "Goddess, she looks like she's going to eat me
alive!" the redhead thought with heart pounding anticipation.

Buffy pushed Willow down onto her back and straddled her hips, moving
down so that their centers were touching. She didn't move, just pressed
her body against her pet's, covering her as much as her slightly shorter
frame could. She looked Willow in the eyes and held her head in her
hands. She began to clean Willow's face, lapping slowly, using wide
strokes to clean her own essence off of Willow's skin. 

Buffy loved her own taste nearly as well as that of her lovers'. She
especially enjoyed tasting it from their skin. 

She began to praise her pet between licks: 

"You're so beautiful, Willow." 

*lick*

"You please me so well."

*lick*

"No one has ever made me feel like you do."

*lick*

"I love you so much that I can't stand to be apart from you."

*lick*

Willow was starting to go insane. Buffy had slowly begun to rub her
pussy against Willow's engorged clit while she cleaned her face and
praised her. It was just slow little circles, but with Willow's
heightened state of arousal, and with the emotional stimulation from
Buffy's words, it was only a minute before Willow was bucking up against
the Slayer's body, waves of ecstasy rippling through her.

Buffy cut off Willow's orgasmic cries by sucking the redhead's tongue
into her mouth, crushing their lips together in a wild kiss. She
continued to gyrate her hips against Willow's, prolonging her pet's
release as long as it would go.

She finally broke the kiss as Mistress Tara gripped her once again by
the hair and pulled her up and away from the redhead's face.

"I said you could pleasure her while she services me, Slayer," Tara
whispered in her ear. "Now get down there and try it again."

Buffy liked Mistress Tara more and more as the girl came out of her
shell and took command. Buffy was finding that she liked being
dominated. The Slayer nature in her wanted to rebel now and then, but
she herself craved to be controlled. She was tired of being in charge
all the time, of being responsible for everyone's safety, everyone's
life. She lowered her eyes submissively and said, "Yes, Mistress."

Tara smiled as Buffy bent to her task. She looked down on the flushed
redhead, and leaned in for a kiss. Breaking character for a moment she
whispered in the redhead's ear, "Love you, Willow."

Willow melted. Tara's affirmation of love in the midst of her
post-orgasmic bliss was just so sweet, so Tara-like. She cupped her
lover's cheek for a moment and whispered back, "I love you too, baby."

Tara smiled and kissed Willow's palm, enjoying the look of pleasure on
her face as Buffy began to suckle her pussy. Willow always looked so
darn hot when she was being pleasured- the emotions and feelings really
showed on her face. It almost seemed a shame to cover that beautiful
face up, but Tara had a duty to perform. "Alright pet, let's put that
talented tongue of yours to good use!" she said as she swung a leg over
Willow's head and settled herself on that sweet mouth.

"Ysh Mshtrsh," Willow mumbled against the blonde's nether-lips before
getting to work. "I love this!" she thought happily as Tara began
whimpering and moaning with pleasure.

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