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

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Title: Triune

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: up through season 5

Pairing: Buffy/Willow/Tara (Some of the other Scoobies might get a
little some-some as well)

Summary: Ends the Triad Trilogy- Sequel to the Please Trilogy. The new
Triad deals with an angry Hellgod and new relationships are on the
horizon

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 is very untame, very NC17)

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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Willow wiped a tear from her eye as she watched Dawn and Joyce follow
Giles out to her jeep. They had decided that the jeep was more
practical than Giles little car for what they were going to do. Less
conspicuous as well. She wasn't scared for them, she knew Giles would
take care of them, take them someplace where no one could find them.

Willow's mind was awhirl with thoughts of ways to stop Glory, thoughts
of setting up the teleconferences with Dawnie, thoughts of her two
girlfriends and how weird it was to be so happy in the face of such
overwhelming danger.

Her mental ramblings were stilled when she felt Buffy pressing up
against her back and wrapping those strong arms around her waist,
pulling her tight. Just that was enough to focus her awareness
completely on the shorter blond woman.

Buffy smiled when the redhead relaxed in her arms, her head coming back
to rest on Buffy's shoulder. "Pet, I want you to do something for me,"
she whispered in Willow's ear.

"Of course, Mistress. You know I'd do anything for you," Willow
whispered back, her body thrumming with anticipation.

"Is there a spell that would let us. I don't know, keep track of each
other? I want the four of us to know if something happens or if." Buffy
trailed off, not wanting to verbalize that thought.

"I'm sure I could modify a detection spell to send out a distress signal
to each of us, instead of making a sound in place. We'd know if one of
us encountered anything demony. or hellgoddy," Willow quietly replied,
her body still shivering as her Mistress nuzzled her ear.

"Good," Buffy said. "Do you need to get. ingredients or stuff?"

Willow was having a hard time concentrating on Buffy's questions as her
body became more and more aroused. "Unh in. ingredients? Uh, F-
foxglove, I think? There's some a- at. at. ohhh!" she groaned as Buffy
kissed her neck just below her ear and then nipped her earlobe.

"Good. Here's what I want you to do."

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Willow sat in the passenger seat of Giles car as Tara drove them back to
the shop. She was acting nonchalant but internally she was buzzing with
anticipation; she was a woman on a mission. She sat back and just
looked at Tara as they drove, taking in the lovely features of her face-
those big, dark bedroom eyes, those lush, pouty lips. "Mmmm, Tara!" she
thought.

"It's too bad we didn't think of this before we went back home," Tara
said. "It would have saved us a trip."

"Whatsamatter, you don't wanna be alone with me?" Willow teased,
deliberately making her voice low and sexy.

Tara shot her lover a startled look and caught a glimpse of her sultry
smile in the light of the passing streetlamps. "Um. of course not. I
mean of course I don't mind being alone with you, Willow."

Willow ignored Tara's attempt to explain. She was focused on the task
her Mistress had assigned her- a most pleasant task indeed. "You're so
beautiful, Baby. I love just looking at you."

Tara dragged her eyes back to the road. "Oh, uh. thank you. You're
pretty easy on the eyes too." She said with barely a blush. She was
confident enough to accept compliments gracefully these days. She knew
Willow and Buffy both loved her and were attracted to her, even if she
thought she was not in their league appearance-wise.

Willow reached over and ran her hand through Tara's hair, then stroked
her neck. "I love touching you Tara. I love the feel of your hair, I
love cupping your breasts in my hands- rubbing my palms over your pointy
nipples. running my fingers around the crinkly bits. pinching." Willow
trailed off, closing her eyes and humming softly in pleasure.

Tara swallowed a gulp and suddenly felt hot. She actually cracked open
the window, hoping to cool the sweat that was beading along her
hairline. The blond witch was starting to get quite turned on. She was
glad to see that they were approaching their destination; Willow's words
were proving to be very distracting.

Willow didn't say anything else as they parked, she just kept looking at
her lover. When they got out of the car and approached the door, Willow
moved behind Tara and pressed lightly against her back while she tried
to unlock the door. Her hands stroked down the voluptuous blonde's hips
and then back up the fronts of her thighs, ending up in her front
pockets, not clutching, or grabbing; just. there.

Tara shuddered and had to concentrate extra hard in order to get the key
into the lock. She quietly asked, "Willow? What are you doing?"

Willow ignored the question, but said, "Did I ever tell you that I love
the smell of your hair? It smells like. like being in a forest after a
big rainstorm. and everything is fresh. and alive. and. mmmm," she
nuzzled her face into Tara's blond locks.

Tara's head dropped back and she leaned against her lover. She made as
if to turn around, but Willow's hands stilled her. "Open the door,
Tara," she whispered into her ear.

Tara could feel Willow's warm breath on her, could feel the faintest
touch of soft lips as they barely grazed the delicate shell of her ear.
She couldn't restrain a sigh of arousal as her breathing deepened. She
blindly fumbled for the door Knob for a moment before finding it and
opening the door.

Willow guided Tara through the door, locked in-step and keeping in full
contact. She shut the door with her foot as soon as they were inside.
She stilled Tara's forward momentum and began to kiss and nuzzle her
neck, just below and behind her ear.

Tara's legs felt weak and she whimpered a little at the sensations
Willow was inflicting on her.

"Do you know how much I love you, Tara?" Willow whispered.

"Uh. a- a l- lot?" Tara squeaked as Willow gently nipped her earlobe.

"Unh uh. Way more than that," Willow said before tracing the outline of
Tara's ear with the tip of her tongue.

Tara's only response was a moaning sigh as she felt a tingling warmth
rise up inside her from her belly into her chest and neck, then through
her head and into her scalp.

Willow smiled at Tara's response. She pulled her hands out of Tara's
pants pockets and slid them up and in till her thumbs were just toying
with the sliver of flesh revealed between her waistband and the hem of
her sweater. She asked, "Can I have you, Tara? Can I show you how much
I love you?"

Tara's breath was coming deep and fast, making her lightheaded by the
combination of lust and oxygen. She gasped out, "Oh yes!" After a
couple more breaths she added, "Please!"

Willow grinned madly, she was fulfilling her Mistress instructions
perfectly. Buffy had said, "I want you to seduce Tara. I want you to
drive her crazy with need and lust, and then satisfy her the way you do
best." What better assignment? Willow got to make love to her darling
Tara, while at the same time, pleasing her Mistress. Not to mention,
Buffy told her she could cum as often as she wanted if Tara felt like
returning the favor.

Willow continued to work on Tara's neck with her lips, teeth and tongue,
while her hands slid under the material of her sweater and began
stroking the smooth, warm flesh there. She took her time working her
way up to Tara's satin covered breasts.

Tara's every other breath was coming out as a moan of pleasure as Willow
teased her breasts through the material of her bra- cupping their
weight, then sliding up and over them, dipping into the exposed cleavage
with her finger tips, then circling the areola- again over the bra.

It only took a couple of minutes till Tara was begging for more. Willow
answered her 'Please?' with, "Please what, Baby? Tell me what you
want."

Monosyllabic moans were all the blond was capable of at this point. In
between deep breaths she whined, "Please. bra. off?" 

"You want me to take your bra off, Baby?" Willow teased.

Tara nodded, "Please?"

"You want to feel my hands on you skin?" She softly tweaked Tara's
nipples through the silky material of her bra as she asked.

Tara whimpered and nodded again, lost in desire and sensation.

Willow smiled and stepped back a little from Tara, then moved her hands
down to the hem of her sweater and slowly pulled it up and off of her.

It was all Tara could do to raise her arms so Willow could get the top
off.

Willow quickly removed her own shirt and bra before moving her hands to
the clasp of Tara's. She ran her hands along the skin of Tara's back,
starting from the waist up- slowly moving toward the clasp of her bra.

Tara was whimpering in frustration by the time Willow had her bra open
and slid it forward and off of her body. Frustration turned to a groan
of pure bliss as she felt her lover's naked breasts press up against her
back, and Willow's hands began to repeat her caresses over her breasts,
this time feeling skin on skin.

Willow toyed with Tara's lovely chest for a minute, rubbing her palms in
wide circles over Tara's erect nipples, rolling them around against the
crinkled areolas. 

Soon Tara was feeling electric jolts of pleasure shooting from her
nipples directly to the junction of her thighs. She could feel the
heavy, swollen lips, completely coated in her syrupy juices, saturating
her panties.

Willow was content to play with Tara's ample chest until the girl begged
for more. It didn't take long.

"Please! Pants. off. please!!" Tara cried as the sensation became too
much to stand anymore.

Willow smiled, enjoying this game very much. Her own sopping wetness
she was able to ignore, having had plenty of practice with Buffy in
putting off her own orgasm. She whispered, "Do you need me to touch
your pussy, baby? Hmm? Are you all wet and slippery for me?"

"Oh yes!" Tara cried. "Please... touch me?" she whimpered. "Need you!
So much!"

"You want me to play with your wet, sticky pussy, hmmm? You want me to
lick and suck your hot little slit until you cum all over my face?"
Willow asked, reveling in the naughty-talk; something she'd never really
done before.

Tara gasped at Willow's dirty-talk. It was like a bolt of heat between
her legs, and she cried out, "Yes! Oh Goddess Yes!"

Willow had to help Tara walk the short distance to the beanbag chair in
the reading nook near the front door. She had reduced her lover to a
quivering mass of need and lust. And, it turned out that quivering
masses of need and lust had a hard time walking under their own power.

Once Tara was laid out on the chair, Willow quickly finished getting
naked and then attended to Tara. She wasted no time getting her shoes,
socks and pants off, but left the panties on, wanting to tease the girl
back to a fever pitch before she gave in to her own desire to please her
lover. 

She straddled Tara's waist and leaned in to kiss the panting witch for
the first time since they left the shop earlier that evening. She
nipped her ripe lips and then laved them with her tongue. She sucked
Tara's tongue into her own mouth and then caressed and suckled it for
several moments.

Tara had to gasp for breath by the time Willow was done with her mouth.
She cried as Willow took her time moving down to the dripping source of
her arousal, stopping to lick and nip at Buffy's mark on her neck- which
only served to heighten Tara's desire even further.

By the time Willow made it down to Tara's tummy, after she had spent
several minutes on her fulsome breasts, the blond witch was crying and
moaning "Please, Willow please!" over and over like a chant.

Willow took pity on her lover, rather than tease her over her panties,
she just quickly drew them down and off, noticing how heavily soaked
they were. She said, "Tara, baby, you smell so good!" and began to lick
the syrupy moisture off of Tara's thighs, swiftly working up to the
dripping petals of her sex.

Starting at the bottom, just below Tara's entrance, she laid her tongue
flat against her lover and slowly drew it up, noisily sucking up the
tangy juices as she went.

Tara thought she would go mad as she felt her sweet Willow's tongue
lazily make its way up to her clitoris. She moaned her lover's name,
getting louder as her tongue rose higher. She cried "NO!" as the warm,
soft tongue moved away from her just as it would have touched her
engorged trigger. She was barely mollified as she felt the giver of
pleasure return to her, entering her and wiggling its way inside her. 

Tara's back arched and she grunted loudly as two fingers slid inside to
replace the tongue, and immediately curled up to rub against the roof of
her vagina. If she'd had any inkling of how she sounded at that moment,
grunting and growling like some wild beast, she'd have been mortified.
She heard none of it thought, her awareness focused on the fingers
stroking her from the inside.

Willow was amazed. Tara had never sounded like that before! As she
moved inside her lover, she felt her getting closer and closer to the
deep orgasm that she knew would come from stimulating her g-spot. When
she thought Tara was about to crest, she moved in and sucked her
heretofore ignored clit into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue
around it.

Tara shrieked her lovers name at the top of her lungs. It was a good
thing they were on a beanbag rather than a bed, because Tara shook so
hard that she would have bounced them both off of a bed and onto the
floor.

It was virtually impossible for Willow to keep contact with Tara's clit
while she writhed and thrashed about; but she continued to stroke small
circles inside her, drawing out her release until the girl was keening
in rapture.

As Tara finally returned to earth after what felt like an incredibly
long voyage to the great beyond, she felt her lover gently stroking her
hypersensitive sex with long, wet licks. She groaned low in her belly,
"Oooooohhhh! Love you Willoooooooowwww!"

After cleaning her up, Willow moved up along side her and snuggled
against her, stoking her tummy gently and nuzzling her neck. She waited
patiently for Tara to come down, basking in the afterglow of her intense
multiple orgasms.

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