Fic: Triskelion (3/4) B/W/T NC-17

["TheBear" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Triskelion

Author: The Bear!

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

Pairing: B/W/T

Summary: Second in the Triad Trilogy- Sequel to the Please Trilogy. The
new Triad deals with an angry Hellgod, an Insane Vampire, and a
vengeance demon.

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! I love Sex! I Love BDSM. I Love chains and
whips. If any of these gives you the wiggins, then so will this story.


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

Part 3

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"I. I don't know what to say, Xander," Willow said after a moment. All
three girls were stunned to silence. 

Xander and the Triad had walked down a couple blocks to a diner Xander
liked. They grabbed a booth and sat down, Willow next to her childhood
friend, Buffy and Tara across from them. Xander had refused to
elaborate on his comment about Anya until they got to the diner and got
situated. They made small talk, Xander teased them about being busted
during a particularly hot PDA by all his coworkers, they ribbed him back
and so on. 

Once the waitress took their orders, Buffy'd said, "Ok, out with it
carpenter-man; what's the story on Anya- you two still fighting after
last night?"

Xander gave a mirthless chuckle. "No, actually we aren't fighting- not
really anyway."

Willow joked, "Lemme guess, a few makeup smoochies and she let you off
of the hook?"

"Did 'ya have to grovel much?" Buffy teased.

Xander almost smiled at his friends efforts. "God, I love these girls,"
he thought. Even Tara, who he didn't always understand, was a wonderful
friend. "No, no groveling. And, if by 'smoochies,' you mean orgasms,
she probably would have forgiven me after a few."

Tara frowned, catching the 'would have' right away. "Would have?" she
asked.

Xander gave a wan smile to the not-so-shy-anymore blond. "Yeah. We.
actually, I broke up with her this morning."

And that's what led to the silence.

"Why?" Buffy finally asked. "I thought. you seemed so."

Xander sighed. He felt bad for hurting Anya, and he was ashamed of the
way he had been treating her, so this admission was somewhat
uncomfortable. "I realized. You know, she's not human. I mean,
physically she is, but really, she's no more human than Spike, or
Angel."

The girls were shocked. They couldn't believe Xander broke up with Anya
because he was prejudiced.

Xander saw the look on Buffy and Tara's faces, and tried to explain,
"No, that's not why I broke up with her."

"Then why?" Willow asked. She had, just for a moment, thought it might
be because of that, and that made her feel responsible because of the
whole fight thing they had going on during the 'Troll incident' several
weeks earlier.

"I was trying to change her. I was always harping on her for everything
she did that didn't fit in or seem 'normal' whatever the hell that is."
Xander sat back in his seat, looking defeated. "Who am I to tell
someone how they should act or think? I'm no better than someone who
tried to tell you guys you can't love each other 'cause you're all
women."

Tara was impressed with Xander's realization. He was right- Anya had
the right to be her own person and it wasn't very nice of any of them to
try and change her against her will. "I think you made the right
decision, Xander," she said. Then with a self-deprecating half-smile
she added, "For what it's worth."

Xander gave Tara a smile in return. "Yeah, I think so too. Doesn't make
me feel any better, though," he added.

Buffy asked, "How'd Anya take it?"

Xander chuckled and said, "How do 'ya think?"

Willow grasped the hand of her best friend since kindergarten and said,
"I'm guessing. badly?"

Xander said, "Yeah, she channeled some of her past- broke a lot of
stuff, made a lot of threats." he turned to look directly at Willow,
and said, "Hey, if she comes to you and asks you to help her find her
old necklace? Do me a favor. Don't, Ok?"

Willow smiled, but Buffy frowned, "Do you think she'll try to get her
powers back again?"

Xander's smile became strained as he said, "Uh, I hope not. The last
thing she said as she walked out the door was that I'd be sorry for
scorning her."

"Not to change the subject," Tara began- deliberately changing the
subject. "I guess you didn't have any plans for tonight?" she said,
reminding her girlfriends that they should invite Xander for a Scooby
hangout.

"Uh, no. Not counting cleaning up all the broken stuff in my apartment,
my social calendar is pretty free at the moment." Xander joked.

Their waitress brought the food just then, and Buffy picked up the giant
burger she'd ordered. "Dinner- our place. The three of us are cheffing
it tonight," she said just as she took a huge bite.

Xander finished his mouthful, mostly, and said, "You know I never turn
down free food, Buff."

Willow and Tara smiled at the other two, as they carried on a
conversation while scarfing down their meals in enormous bites.

"After, Bronze?" Buffy asked around a mouthful of food.

"You know I never turn down the chance to spend and evening dancing with
three beautiful women, Buff," Xander mumbled around an equally large
mouthful of food.

Buffy said, still chewing, "Just two beautiful women, Xan. Tara's
hanging with mom tonight."

Xander glanced over at Tara, as if to ask if it was ok.

Tara had a mouthful of food, and didn't trust herself to speak without
spiting it all over the table.

Buffy said, "S'okay, was her idea."

Willow finished her own mouthful and- shaking her head in wonder, said,
"How can you guys carry on a conversation like that and not spit food
all over the place?"

Tara had to cover her mouth to keep from doing just that, as she
laughed. She'd been thinking the exact same thing.

"Slayer powers," Buffy said at the same time Xander explained, "Years of
practice."

Willow and Tara both shook their heads and chuckled. 

The rest of the meal was eaten in relative peace.

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Buffy Willow and Tara were still giggling as they entered the Summers'
house, bearing bags of groceries.

Joyce and Dawn got up from where they'd been watching TV and joined the
triad in the kitchen. 

"What's so funny?" Dawn asked as she peeked into the grocery bags.

"Oh nothing, really. It's just Xander." she began before she broke into
giggles again. They'd been giggling about it ever since walking him
back to work.

Both Joyce and Dawn regarded the triad with questioning looks.

Willow snickered, "I think we made him the envy of the other guys on his
crew."

Joyce couldn't help but smile at the devilish merriment on the girl's
faces. "What did you girls do?"

Tara said, "We just hugged him goodbye."

"For a minute, or two." Willow added.

"All three of us. at once," Buffy said.

"In front of his whole crew," Tara laughed. She remembered how he'd
stiffened like a board when the three of them surrounded him and wrapped
him up in a hug. She couldn't see his face, as she stood directly
behind him, but she'd felt his stomach muscles clench under her hands,
and Buffy and Willow had described the look of shock on his face to her
several times so she could picture it in her head. She'd never been
interested in boys sexually, but she could appreciate that Xander had a
strong, muscular body. She could understand how a het-girl might be
attracted to that. "Or a bi-girl," she suddenly thought with a narrowed
gaze at her two lovers. 

She in no way feared that Xander could come between her and her lovers,
but she still decided that she'd better re-assert her self, just on
general principles, especially if she was going to let them spend the
evening with him un-chaperoned. 

Joyce smiled at the thought, thinking the poor boy must have been
overwhelmed with such a collection of beauty pressed against him. She
said, "You girls are terrible! Teasing poor Xander like that," but
there was laughter in her voice. "Won't Anya be terribly jealous?"

The girls hadn't noticed Dawn's glower at their prank. She consoled
herself that they were no longer interested in boys, so Xander was safe.
Her frown didn't improve when her mom mentioned Anya. God, she really
couldn't stand that bitch anymore. "What the heck does Xander see in
her?" she asked herself for the millionth time.

The girls all sobered a bit at the mention of Anya. Buffy said, "Xander
broke up with Anya this morning."

Joyce's mom-like 'Oh no!' of concern was interrupted by her youngest
daughter.

"Yesss!" Dawn hissed loudly, pumping her fist in the air. A chorus of,
"Dawn!" made her realize that her celebration shouldn't have been quite
so public. She blushed scarlet from hairline to collar, and mumbled,
"Sorry," not caring to explain why she was so happy about it.

Joyce, Buffy and Willow put it down to the girl not caring much for
Anya. Willow even empathized, though she'd managed to keep her 'Yesss!'
internalized when Xander first said it. Of course she also saw how hard
Xander was taking it, whereas Dawn wasn't sitting right beside him when
she found out.

Tara, on the other hand, thought she saw something in Dawn's eyes,
something almost predatory. She wondered if Xander hadn't better watch
out for himself around the teen.

Joyce said, "Dawn, I know you didn't get along all that well with Anya,
but that wasn't very nice. I'm sure they are both hurting over this."

Relieved that her mother mistook her motivation- although it was true,
Dawn didn't like Anya for more reasons than the fact she had stolen her
Xander from her. "You're right mom. I'm sorry." Turning to her sister
and Willow, she asked, "How is Xander doing? Is he ok?" 

Four sets of eyes narrowed at Dawn. Behind three of them, the thoughts
were along the lines of surprise at how mature Dawn was acting. Behind
the fourth was the feeling of confirmation. "Oh Xander," Tara thought.
"You'd better watch your back!"

"Uh, he's ok," Buffy said, still surprised at both Dawn's initial
outburst, and her suddenly mature response. She addressed both Dawn and
her Mom, finding it easier not to think too much about the weird
behavior from little sis, "She broke a few things, and it looked like
she might have slugged him one, but overall he seemed ok; a little sad,
but mostly ok."

Joyce also went the route of denial rather than focus on Dawn's response
at the moment. "Was it because of last night?"

Buffy started putting groceries away as she answered. "I think that was
just the last straw, you know? He realized that they weren't working
out, and probably weren't going to."

Everyone else grabbed a bag and started putting the food away.

"He cares for her still, I think," Tara said. "And even though Anya
can't see it now, it was for the best."

Willow remained silent on the matter- she sided with Dawn on this one;
Anya was just bad news; demon or human.

Buffy put away the last jar from her bag and jumped up to sit on the
counter. "I think it would have hurt more in the long run. I just hope
Anya can get past it and move on." Changing the subject a bit, she
said, "Uh, we invited him to dinner- Ok?"

"Of course, honey. I was just thinking of suggesting it," Joyce
answered with a gentle smile.

Willow said, "Yeah, a little dinner, then some dancing at the Bronze;
we'll take his mind off. uh, things."

Joyce froze for a moment, a disturbing thought going through her head,
"Uh, you three. and Xander. aren't" She was relieved when the three
girls started laughing.

"God, no!" Buffy said. "This is just Scooby gang; hang out at the
Bronze; just like old times stuff."

Willow added, "Totally just friends."

Joyce sighed, "Ok, good. I mean, it's just that, not that there's a
problem or anything," 

Buffy interrupted her mother's babble, "It's ok, mom. No more
weirdness," she reassured. "Not for a while anyway," she added with a
smirk, earning a mock glare from her mom.

Dawn was glad her back was to the room when mom had brought that up.
She knew she'd flushed with anger at the thought of her sister adding
Xander to her harem. Of course then she'd blushed even harder at the
thought of Willow and Tara as Buffy's harem. "It's more like Tara's
harem, anyway," she thought, and then chastised herself for that.
Fortunately no one commented on it taking her over a minute to put away
a single can.

Now that all the groceries were put away, Tara decided she wanted to
play a little before they had to make dinner. Turning to Buffy she
said, "Why don't you and Willow go pick out what you want to wear
tonight? I'll be up in a few minutes."

Dawn smirked at the taller blond. "You know, you guys don't need to use
code words."

Joyce nearly choked trying not to laugh at her youngest's perceptive
teasing.

Tara only blushed a little bit, but boldly said, "I know, but I don't
want to sound like Anya, now do I?"

Joyce did laugh at that, Dawn just nodded her head, "Good point; I stand
corrected." She then went back into the family room and threw herself
onto the couch, knowing it'd be at least a half-hour/forty-five minutes
before she saw the girls again.

Tara went over and whispered to Buffy, "Be waiting for me, Slayer; your
pet too."

Buffy felt a frisson of warmth run down her spine, "Yes Mistress," she
whispered. She grabbed Willow's hand and said, "Come on pet," as she
pulled the unresisting girl up the stairs.

Tara went over to Joyce, asking, "Mom?"

Joyce had been staring into space when Tara spoke to her. She was
thinking, "God, I need to get laid!" She blushed, embarrassed at her
thought, even though Tara couldn't know what she'd been thinking. She
needed to get a man in her life soon or she was going to go crazy with
all the sex going on in her house. 

With a little shake of her head, she focused her attention on her
daughter's girlfriend, "Yes Tara?"

Tara had made enormous strides in overcoming her innate shyness,
becoming a very confident young woman; but some of that confidence
eroded when she was alone with Joyce Summers. Mostly because they never
spent time alone together, "and wasn't that the whole point of tonight?"
she asked herself. "Uh, I was w- wondering. tonight, I thought." she
cursed her damn stutter making a comeback.

Joyce smiled to see Tara being shy around her. She hoped to get to know
this woman better. Buffy was so adoring of her, and yet Joyce didn't
really know her that well. She'd known Willow almost since they had
moved to Sunnydale. Even though she'd never thought her daughter would
be falling in love with the redheaded girl, she could see it. Once she
got past the fact that they were both girls, it made sense; they were so
close, and so compatible. Tara, however, was an enigma. Joyce knew a
little about her unfortunate family life from her daughter. She knew
Tara was a witch, and that's how she and Willow met. Beyond that, and
knowing that the girl was very sweet and loving to her daughter, "when
she's not tying her up and whipping her," she thought uncharitably, she
didn't really know much about her.

"Buffy and W-Willow are going to take Xander to the Bronze tonight,"
Tara continued when Joyce didn't say anything.

"You're not going?" Joyce asked, surprised. The three of them had been
joined at the hip for weeks.

"Uh, no. I was hoping that w-we could maybe spend some time." suddenly
nervous that maybe Joyce might not want to spend time with her, she felt
oddly compelled to justify herself, "I-I don't know you as well as I'd
like to, and I'm s-sure you have questions you'd like to ask." she
explained.

Joyce felt warmed by Tara's thoughtfulness, surely the girl would rather
go dancing with her girlfriends, than spend time with her. "You don't
want to go to the Bronze with Buffy and Willow?"

"Oh, that's ok. If you had other plans, I can." she thought Joyce was
trying to brush her off and felt an unreasonable knot of emotion in her
throat.

Joyce could almost see the girl retreating into her shell. "Tara, I'd
love to spend some time with you. I just thought you'd have more fun at
the Bronze than spending time with boring old me," she said
self-deprecatingly.

Tara felt relief wash through her. She didn't know why she was so
nervous about this. "Oh, no, I want to. I mean, yes I'd have fun at
the Bronze, but I'd really like for us to spend some time together. It
was my idea for them to take Xander out- I thought it might be nice for
them to just hang out- you know, the original Scoobies. And, it gives
us some time to get to know each other."

"I look forward to it, Tara." Joyce said.

Tara gave her one of those light-up-the-whole-room smiles. "Thanks.
Mom."

For some reason Joyce felt inordinately pleased as she watched Tara
virtually skip up the stairs. She shook her head and went to join her
youngest on the couch, in front of the TV. 

At the same time, her thoughts drifted back to the subject of finding a
man. Not that she begrudged her daughter' choice of sexual partners,
but for Joyce it was definitely a man she wanted. More and more lately
she couldn't get the thought out of her head that what she really needed
was a nice stiff cock, pounding her down into the mattress of her bed.
She decided that it was getting time to stop thinking about it, and go
out and find what she needed.

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Tara quickly ascended the stairs, her heart was light having finally
forced herself to do what she'd been thinking of since her first weekend
with Buffy and Willow; talk to Joyce Summers. Not that she had never
spoken to her before, but nothing of substance. She'd thought back then
that she should spend some time, just her and Joyce. She wanted to get
to know her as more than just Buffy's mom. Since she planned on
spending the rest of her life with Buffy, it was only fitting that she
get closer to Buffy's family. 

She didn't even consider it strange that she couldn't care less about
getting to know Shelia and Ira Rosenberg- after all, they didn't even
make time for their own daughter- why would they care about her
daughter's girlfriend.

Tara's thoughts quickly moved to more pleasant things, like the fact
that she was about to enter Buffy's room and find both her girlfriends
naked and on their knees waiting for her.

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Buffy had no more than closed the door behind herself and Willow and she
had the witch by the hair, pulling her into a deep kiss. She was
already addicted to the way Willow would just melt whenever she grabbed
her hair. "She wasn't kidding when she said she liked me to possess
her!" Buffy thought happily. 

The Slayer broke the kiss off quickly, however. She didn't want to be
caught making out with her pet when she was supposed to be ready and
waiting for her own Mistress. 

Willow whimpered when Buffy broke the kiss. She adored it when Buffy
did that to her, took control and possessed her. She began to get wet
the moment she put her hand in her hair. Basically, anything that
reminded Willow that she was Mistress Buffy's property cause her to be
instantly aroused and compliant. Now that she knew Buffy would give her
pain, as well as pleasure, Willow didn't feel even slightly motivated to
resist her Mistress. She hadn't really taken the time to analyze it,
and maybe she never would, but even when they weren't playing, Willow
seemed to exist in subspace, at least partly. Sure, she talked and
joked around with Xander at lunch, but some aspect of her awareness was
constantly centered on her. She was so proud to be Mistress Buffy's
pet! She loved her collar and what it conveyed to the world, just like
she loved it when Mistress grabbed her and kissed her roughly outside of
Xander's worksite today. She'd been totally unembarrassed by the hoots
and hollers of the construction workers. It was just more proof that
Mistress could do with her whatever she willed.

Buffy looked into her pet's eyes and saw the wonder and adoration there
and it made her feel like she was the best thing in the universe. She
hoped that someday Tara would be able to look into her eyes and see the
same thing. She knew she wasn't there yet, but she already felt
amazingly free when Tara dominated her, and she could see how Willow
seemed to just give herself up completely when Mistress Buffy came out
to play. "Tell me, pet, how do you feel when I dominate you."

"I feel, Mistress. I feel you. You surround me, and I'm safe inside
you. There's only you, Mistress."

Buffy wasn't sure she understood exactly what that meant, but it
certainly seemed that Willow was happy about it. "Take off your
clothes, pet. Mistress Tara is gonna come up and play with us."

Willow immediately began divesting of her clothing. "Yes, Mistress.
Thank you for letting me play with you and Lady Tara."

Buffy quickly stripped herself, but kept an eye on her pet while she
did. She took great delight in Willow's body. She was supple and
slender and her pale skin was luminescent by candlelight or moonlight.
She loved her pert little breasts, she could almost get one entire
breast into her mouth when she sucked on them. She loved squeezing and
nibbling on her pink nipples, loved putting the clamps on them and
hearing that combined gasp of pleasure and whimper of pain. 

Buffy listened with her enhanced hearing and could still detect Tara and
her mom talking, so they had at least a moment yet. "Turn away from me
pet. I want to look at your backside."

"Yes Mistress, Willow said excitedly as she obeyed. She loved to pose
for Mistress. It never failed to result in complements, and usually
some lovely touching as well.

Buffy stared at Willow's ass for a moment. She loved the graceful lines
of her shoulders and back, topped by a thick mass of red hair. but the
ass was her favorite part. "All those baggy jeans and bulky sweaters
you wore in high school," she said- a mild tone of disapproval in her
voice. "All that time you were hiding this from me, you naughty girl."
Buffy moved near the redhead and rubbed her hands against the object in
question.

Willow moaned slightly at the contact as she said, "I apologize,
Mistress. How may I make it up to you?"

"For right now, just stand there. I think this weekend we need to go
shopping."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress!" Willow said. She hadn't thought
about changing her clothing style. She was intimately comfortable with
her body now- knowing how much it turned on her Mistress and Lady Tara
had helped undo a decade of poor body-image. Yet, she had just
continued to dress as she had during high school, just because she still
had the clothes. They fit, and they were comfortable. Now she had the
image of Mistress Buffy picking out her clothes, and it was an
incredible turn-on.

Buffy knelt down behind Willow and examined her- she could still see a
few faint welts from her spanking with the crop this morning marring her
otherwise smooth and creamy flesh. 

Willow's train of thought was completely derailed by the feel of her
Mistress face rubbing against the cheeks of her butt.

Buffy nuzzled her pet's ass with her face, then traced the few remaining
welts with her tongue, delighting in her pet's gasps and moans. She
heard Tara start up the stairs and reluctantly broke off her
ministrations. "On your knees, pet. Hands behind your back and facing
the door; Mistress Tara's coming.

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Tara entered the room to see her pet and Willow in the expected
positions. Neither looked up as she entered, just as it should be.
"Slayer," she began.

"Yes Mistress?" Buffy responded.

"I want to have a sandwich, Slayer. And this time, I want to be the
filling."

Buffy thrilled to the thought of taking her Mistress in the ass. She'd
never been allowed to put more than a finger in there before. "Oh, yes
Mistress! Which toys would you like?" she asked.

Tara smiled, "It's your show, pet. I leave the entire thing up to you."
She wanted to see what Buffy'd do. "But," she added after a thought,
"Leave that monstrosity of your pet's in the toybox. I want pleasure,
not pain."

Buffy had to work to restrain a giggle. "Yes, Mistress. No Witchslayer
for you." She leapt to her feet and said, "Pet, strip Mistress Tara and
then pleasure her while I get the toys ready."

Willow had managed to keep from gasping at Tara's request, but her
breathing had quickened. Even before they had included Buffy in their
relationship, Tara had never let her put anything beyond a single finger
into her ass before. And, while she was sure Buffy would be taking
first shot at it, Willow was nonetheless excited at the prospects for
future fun.

Before she moved from her position, Willow said, "Lady Tara, may I
disrobe you?"

Tara smiled at Willow, saying, "Yes, Willow, you may."

Willow got up and quickly, but respectfully took off Tara's blouse and
skirt. She kneeled to take down her panties and slip off her sandals.
She licked her lips hungrily as she moved back up and saw the blonde's
wet pussy.

Tara let out a small moan when she saw Willow lick her lips in
anticipation. She loved the way Willow's tongue made her feel.

Willow reached around and undid Tara's bra, removing that final item of
clothing. She was salivating, but asked, "May I pleasure you, Lady
Tara?" before making a move.

"Please do!" Tara whispered huskily.

Willow stopped long enough to give a single hard suck to each of Tara's
stiff nipples before dropping back to her knees and moving her face
between Tara's legs.

Buffy had her harness and dildo on, and had picked out Willow's, when
she turned to see the girl on her knees before Mistress Tara. The blond
witch was already moaning and pressing Willow's head hard against her,
grinding herself against the redhead's mouth. Buffy knew it wouldn't be
long, so she just let Willow finish what she had started.

Tara only lasted a couple of minutes before shouting Willow's name as
she came. She let go of the girl's hair and stumbled back to fall on
the bed, basking in the afterglow. She praised Willow, knowing how much
pleasure the redhead got from it, "Oh, goddess Willow. You do that so
well!"

Willow smiled, her face shiny with Tara's cum. "Thank you, Lady Tara,"
she said.

Buffy walked over and pulled Willow to her feet by her hair. She
cleaned Willow's face with her tongue and said, "Such a good pet. You
make me so proud!"

Willow virtually swelled with pleasure at her Mistress' statement.
"Thank you Mistress!" she whispered.

Buffy kissed her briefly and handed her the harness and the seven-inch
red jelly dildo. "Put this on and lay back on the bed, pet" she
instructed.

Once Willow was in position, Buffy said, "Mistress, if you would care
too." She gestured, indicating the prone redhead. 

Tara sat up and was relieved to see that Buffy had chosen the thinnest
toy they had that would fit in a harness for her very first time playing
this way. It was a soft silicone sheath over a slim, five-inch
vibrator. She could feel shivers go up and down her spine at the
thought of having that vibrating sensation, which she loved to feel in
her pussy, in a new and untried place.

Tara straddled the supine witch and slowly slid herself onto the
silicone cock. She began kissing Willow as she set a slow pace of
rising and falling, only a few inches- leaving most of the red dildo
embedded inside her. 

Buffy let her ride Willow for a minute or two before getting on the bed
behind her. She rubbed a generous amount of lubricant onto her toy, and
then stilled the other blonde's movements with her hands on the girl's
hips. She began stroking the pink rosebud of Tara's ass with one
lubricated finger, eventually sliding it in, down to the second knuckle.
She stroked in and out, listening to her Mistress moan loudly as the
muscle relaxed. After a minute, she added another finger, now crossing
the line of what Tara had ever had penetrate her there before.

It took a couple of minutes before Tara's sphincter relaxed enough for
Buffy's satisfaction. She withdrew the two fingers and immediately
pressed the head of the slim toy into Tara's ass, before the girl could
tense up again. She waited a moment and then began to press the length
of the toy slowly into her Mistress. 

Tara groaned loudly as she felt the toy slide in pas her tight
sphincter. Once she felt Buffy's harnessed pelvis pressing against her
ass cheeks, she began to move again. Slowly sliding off of the two
toys, and then back onto them. It took a minute to get a comfortable
rhythm going but she then felt more confident and started to pick up the
pace.

Within a couple of minutes the girls were thrusting to meet Tara's
movements. There was nothing but the sound of skin slapping on skin,
and moans and groans in three-part harmony.

When Tara started grunting with each downward thrust, Buffy reached
between them and switched the vibrator on.

Tara shouted and instantly began to quiver and shake with the power of
her orgasm. The waves of pleasure kept moving through her as the other
two kept thrusting, searching for their own release.

It didn't take Buffy long, with the base of the vibrator buzzing against
her clitoris, and soon she was screaming out her orgasm along with Tara.

Willow kept thrusting, waiting for her release to happen. She felt on
the edge but couldn't cross over. She began to whimper as the feeling
built up and up. Finally she cried, "Mistress, please!"

Buffy heard her pet's cry through the haze of her own pleasure and
looked over Tara's shoulder at her. She saw Willow's face scrunched up
on the verge of orgasm, and realized with amazement that the girl
couldn't cum without her permission. "Cum, pet," she said quickly.

The moment Mistress gave her permission, she shrieked with pleasure, the
release undulating through her in large, slow waves.

Finally all three girls could take no more. Buffy switched off the
vibrator and pulled away, rolling onto her back beside the other two.

Tara rolled away to the other side of Willow, panting and heaving at the
massively extended orgasm.

Willow was crying in pleasure so intense it nearly hurt. 

Buffy was instantly solicitous- "I'm sorry, pet. I should have told you
that you could cum. I thought; I hadn't forbidden it, so I guess I
assumed you would know it was ok." She gently stroked the still
quivering girl.

Tara caught her breath and said, "Shouldn't assume, pet. Your Willow is
totally submitted to you when we play. She won't do anything you
haven't specifically permitted her to do."

Buffy was ashamed, "Yes Mistress. I apologize. I'll do better from now
on." Changing the subject, while silently vowing to make it up to her
pet later, she said, "Was it pleasing for you, Mistress? Being in the
middle?"

Tara sighed mightily. "Oh, goddess yes. You and your pet were
absolutely wonderful."

"Thank you, Mistress" Buffy said at the same time Willow said, "Thank
you, Lady Tara."

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Dinner ended up being quite a hit- the girls made lasagna, and both
Xander and Dawn said it was the best they'd ever had. Fortunately,
Joyce hadn't made lasagna in years, so there was nothing to be jealous
about. Her comment was that since it was so good, she expected that the
girls would make dinner more often; too which Buffy groaned. Both
Willow and Tara thought it was a great idea.

Xander was properly impressed when Buffy and Willow came back downstairs
after changing into club attire. 

Buffy was in a red cropped tank top and matching stretch skirt that left
very little to the imagination. Her shoes were black with heels so high
that it took Slayer coordination just to walk in them, let alone dance
in them. 

That Buffy had chosen Willow's outfit was obvious to everyone. She was
in a black halter top that ended just a couple of inches below her
breasts, which were pushed up and in, creating quite a fair amount of
cleavage for the small-busted girl. The black leather miniskirt ended a
couple inches short of mid-thigh. At the far end of her long legs was a
pair of strappy black shoes that had three inch heels- conservative
compared to the rest of her outfit, but she wasn't quite coordinated
enough to wear anything higher.

The only adornment Willow wore was her collar, Buffy wore only the key.
Buffy decided to leave the leash at home, for Xander's sake; though
Willow had been more than willing to wear it.

The outfit's had both Joyce and Tara tempted to send the girls back
upstairs, though for different reasons. 

It took Xander a minute to regain control of his voice, and he praised
God, and anyone else who would listen, that he'd worn baggy slacks and a
long untucked silk shirt. His outfit managed to look moderately
stylish, while also having the utility to cover his nearly erect state.
"Who could blame me, seeing that?" he thought. He knew half the people
in the Bronze would be sporting wood the moment they laid eyes on these
two.

Once he could speak again, he turned to Tara and said, "You're really
going to let me go with these two, without you?"

Tara just smiled sweetly and said, "Remember Spike?"

Erection? What erection?

Tara got up and kissed her two girls, saying, "Have fun! Try not to
torture Xander too badly. We don't want to break him."

The girls laughed, along with Joyce. Xander gulped loudly and said,
"I'll be good, Promise!"

Dawn had a hard time not frowning. Her thought as she watched the three
walk out the door was "You'd better keep your slutty hands off my
Xander!" The thought was mostly directed toward her sister.

Joyce asked Tara, "Do I even want to know where she keeps a stake in
that outfit?"

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Spike was shocked when he returned to his crypt. He'd gone out at first
dark to get some blood and smokes- he'd been gone less than an hour, but
when he got back he found someone he'd never thought he'd see again;
Drusilla.

The insane vampiress had been all atwitter about Darla and Angel and
something about yummy lawyers. As always it wasn't the easiest thing to
follow her words, even though Spike had spent the better part of a
century with her. He said, "So, uh, let me get this straight. Darla got
mojo'd back from the beyond... you vamped her..." He paused momentarily
while Drusilla slowly circled around him, then continued, ".and now you
two are working on turning bloody Angelus into his own bad self again.

Drusilla said, "Mm-hmm."

Spike said, "Sounds fun." His face didn't convey the same message,
however.

Drusilla either missed or ignored the look on spikes face as she smiled
broadly and said, "It is. Like lollipops at the circus." Her face fell
and she stroked the not-quite-healed burn marks on her face and chest as
she pouted, "Although... didn't care for Angelus setting us on fire."

Spike's bitterness came through pretty clearly as he said, "And this has
got you, what, all nostalgic now, has it?"

Drusilla walked over to the bleach-blond vampire and said, "I want us to
be a family again, my William." She leaned up and whispered in his ear,
"Come back with me," then pulled back just enough to look at him.

Spike asked, "To Los Angeles?" 

Dru nodded.

"I've done the whole L.A. scene, Dru. Didn't agree with me." He pulled
out of her arms and walked away, explaining, "Besides, I've got a sweet
little setup here in Sunny-D." He gestured around, saying, "Decent
digs..." he collapsed into his armchair, ".not to mention all the tasty
townies I can eat."

Dru rubbed one finger along the other in a scolding gesture, and said,
"Naughty!" She put her finger to her lips and said, "Shh, you needn't
make up stories. I already know why you're not coming. Poor boy." She
put her hands to her head and began walking around in circles, saying,
"Tin soldiers put funny little knick-knacks in your brain. Can't hunt!
Can't hurt! Can't kill!" she jerked her head on each "can't" as though
miming Spike being zapped in the head. She walked up to him and went to
grab his head as she said, "You've got a chip."

Spike jumped up from the chair and moved away before Dru could touch
him. "Right, so you've heard. Poor Spike's become a cautionary tale for
vampires, right? 'You better be good, kiddies, or else they might wire
you up someday!' Bollocks!" he shouted and angrily kicked some bit of
detritus on the floor.

Drusilla said, "I don't believe in science. All those bits and molecules
no one's ever seen. I trust eyes and heart alone," she said as she
stalked over to him. "Do you know what my heart is singing out right
now?" She asked, taking Spike's hand and putting it over her heart.

Spike just stared intently at her.

She said, "You're a killer. Born to slash... and bash... and..." she
gasped in pleasure, ".oh, bleed like beautiful poetry!" She began to
get excited, turning in a circle with Spike's hand still on her chest.

Spike growled, getting aroused

Drusilla looked intently into his eyes and droned, "No little tinker-toy
could ever stop you from flowing."

Spike whispered, "yeah." almost salivating at the images of blood and
killing running through his mind while Drusilla moaned.

He suddenly shook his head and pulled his hand away from her, saying,
"But the pain... love, you don't understand, it's... it's searing. It's.
blinding."

She put her hand on the top of his head and pulled it down toward her.
"All in your head. I can see it. Little bit of... plastic, spiderwebbing
out nasty blue shocks." She moves her fingers across his head imitating
a spider. "And every one is a lie. Electricity lies, Spike. It tells you
you're not a bad dog, but you are," she said in a seductive tone as she
moved her hand around behind his head and then across his face, taking
his chin and lifting it to look at her. 

Spike growled, starting to get aroused again as they gazed into each
other's eyes.

The moment was broken when Harmony's whiny voice rang out across the
crypt, "What the heck is this?"

Spike felt the arousal drain out of him again, "Oh, bloody hell," he
growled. That voice was like ice water, deflating him the moment he
heard it. He turned around to see Harmony entering the crypt. 

Harmony walked over to the other two vamps and said, "Who is. oh, wait.
I get it. Our little sex game was just the beginning. Now you've gone
and picked up some cheap queen of the damned to dress up like your
precious Drood-zilla."

Spike moved toward the ditzy blond and started, "Harm."

Harmony ignored his interruption, "You'd better not be thinking what I
think you're thinking. 'Cause my answer is the same as always. No
threesomes unless it's boy, boy, girl. Or Charlize Theron."

Spike growled, "Harm, you moron, this *is* Drusilla."

Dru just watched with a small smile on her face.

Harmony walked toward Dru, complaining, "Oh. Well, you've got some nerve
showing up here like this. After all this time. After breaking my sweet
boo-boo's heart."

Dru look over Harmony's shoulder at Spike and mouthed the word
"boo-boo?" 

Spike just shrugged. Unfortunately it wasn't the worst of the little
pet names the idiot had made for him.

Harmony continued, "Do you have any idea how hard it's been to break
down the walls he put up after you left? I mean, *serious* trust
issues!"

Spike again tried to get a word in, "Harm..."

Harmony again ignored his interruption, continuing her rant, "So it's no
use you crawling back to him, 'cause Spikey don't play that game any
more, Morticia."

Dru put up a hand as if to block out the horrifying sight of Harmony.
Harmony turned back to Spike to say something else, but was cut off.
literally when he grabbed her by the throat.

Spike looked at Drusilla as he said, "It's been fun while it lasted,
Harm, but I think it'd be best now if you hit the road." He threw the
blond bimbo across the room. 

Harmony hit the wall and slid down to the floor, clutching her throat
and panting. She whined, "Why? Because she's back?"

Spike- still looking at Dru- said, "No." He stepped closer to Dru,
"Because I am."

Dru smiled. 

Harmony climbed to her feet, watching in horror as Spike put his arm
around Dru's waist and pulled her up against him.

Drusilla preened, "And there you are, my darling, deadly boy." She put
her hand on the back of his neck and they kissed.

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