Fic: Triune (4/?) 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 4 definitely back to the NC17, so don't read this at work, or in
front of your mother!]

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

========== BtVS ==========

Part 4

========== BtVS ========== 

"Well, here we are," Giles said as they came over the hill and began to
approach the city he had selected for their enforced vacation.

Joyce stared out the window at the sight before her in disbelief. "But.
but."

Dawn leaned forward between the seats and looked out the windshield at
the lights of the city. "This is so cool!"

Joyce finally found her voice and said, "We're hiding out in. Las
Vegas?"

========== BtVS ========== 

It had taken several minutes for Tara to recover from the potency of her
orgasm. "Orgasms!" she thought to herself. "Many, many wonderful
orgasms."

Willow was looking with adoration on her lover's face. She took in the
hair- now dampened by sweat; she took in Tara's face, sweaty, blushing
and tearstained from the intensity of her release- her lips wet and
swollen, her dark eyes glossy with tears and full of sweet satisfaction.
Willow's heart ached with joy at the beauty of her lover.

"I love you so much, Willow!" Tara sighed. You and Buffy are my whole
life. I can't imagine anything better to do in my life than to be with
you, to love you."

Willow laid on her side alongside her spent lover. She gently stroked
the soft flesh of Tara's tummy. "I love you Tara. I don't have any
words that could describe how much. It's too big for words."

Tara moved, pulling Willow closer as she shifted onto her side so that
she was lying alongside the redhead, who was now on her back. She
nuzzled Willow's ear, and then nibbled the lobe. 

Willow groaned as the sensation of Tara suckling her earlobe was joined
by the feel of the blond witch's fingers as they began to gently stroke
around her navel.

Tara dragged the backs of her fingers along Willow's skin, in no hurry
as she applied light pressure- just enough not to tickle. She released
the earlobe in her mouth and smiled when Willow groaned in recognition.

Willow realized what Tara was planning on doing to her and an
involuntary moan of pleasure rose to her lips. They had done this
before, but not since Buffy had joined them. It involved caressing your
lover's skin with the backs of your fingers; constantly moving across
the tummy, legs, arms, and neck- while deliberately avoiding the primary
erogenous zones- until your lover was buzzing with arousal to the point
where every inch of skin felt like one big trigger point. It could take
an hour or more, but as aroused as Willow was already, she knew it
wouldn't take that long. 

The point was to so totally involve the mind in the focus on the
pleasure of touch until the body was on the cusp of orgasm- then, ever
so slowly, allow the touches to stray closer and closer to the
primaries- brushing against the underside of a breast- tickling the edge
of the fur between the legs. maybe the warmth of hot breath against an
engorged nipple. when you were patient and focused you could bring your
lover to orgasm before even touching the clitoris or even the pussy
lips.

Willow closed her eyes and relaxed, focusing her mind on the feel of her
lover's touch. Her recent activities subbing to Buffy allowed her to
easily shut the world away until only Tara existed. Tara's mouth on her
neck, and her fingers on her tummy, circling, moving slowly outward.

This technique took incredible patience. Usually the temptation to
speed up and rush to the end would be overwhelming. However, Tara was
well satiated, and Willow was used to waiting. Tara concentrated,
trying to shut out any distractions and focus on her darling Willow's
pale, glorious flesh, making sure to cover every inch as she stroked and
petted. She ignored any fatigue in her arm and just kept a steady pace.

Within ten minutes she could tell Willow was beginning to build up- her
body was undulating gently as Tara stroked. By twenty minutes, Tara
noticed that their breathing had become synchronized, as Willow became
completely attuned to the experience. The redhead began to tremble
slightly every few moments, indicating that it wouldn't take much
longer.

It began as a shivery feeling crawling up and down Willow's spine, her
periodic trembling became constant and her breathing started to hitch.
She moaned out Tara's name, drawing it out long and low.

Tara took that as her cue and sat up, continuing to stroke Willow with
one hand, but now leaning over her and running her tongue along the
underside of one of her breasts, avoiding the nipple, but carefully
laving the sensitive flesh beneath it. 

Willow gasped at the feel of her lover's tongue on her breast, and she
began rolling her hips as though seeking contact. Her pleasure was
cresting and she was riding the orgasm like a surfer on a wave.

Tara's hand continued it's journey south, stroking and petting until she
reached the drenched lips of the redhead's sex. Again, she avoided the
clitoris and began to run her fingers up and down the slick opening,
stroking her lips like a gentle kiss. As Willow began to arch herself
up off of the beanbag, Tara slid a single finger into her lover's wet
heat, gently stroking up along the top of that slick tunnel. 

The pulsating wave Willow was feeling grew markedly in intensity as Tara
massaged her g-spot. Within moments she was arching up from the beanbag
so that only her feet and shoulders still had any contact. Her whole
body was quivering and shuddering, and she was making a high-pitched
whimper in between panting her lover's name and calling on her goddess.

Tara smiled in joyous wonder at her lover's shaking and quaking. She
slipped a second finger inside the redhead and began moving in quick,
tight circles over that magic spot. Her mouth finally moved up to grasp
Willow's very erect nipple and she began to suck strongly on it, even
gently nibbling at it before swirling her tongue around and over it.
She delighted in the way Willow panted out her name- like it was too
much to hold it in, and it had to come pouring out of her. She loved to
see Willow cum; the girl was so amazingly beautiful!

Willow felt as though each cell in her body was individually buzzing
with pleasure, like she was on the verge of disintegrating into a puddle
of liquid and seeping away into the floor. At the same time she could
feel every muscle in her body tightening up as the ecstasy flowed around
and through her. 

Tara slowed her motions, letting go Willow's breast and sitting back on
her haunches while she slowed her strokes inside her lover. "You're so
beautiful Willow!" she whispered as she watched the redhead's face while
she slowly returned to earth. "I love you so much!"

"Willow felt herself coming down little by little from the amazing
pleasure her lover had given her. Tara's words washed over her and gave
her an increased emotional rush to contrast her gently diminishing
physical one. "Love. you. too. Tara." She breathed out.

Tara was about to say something else when she was interrupted by the
sound of hands clapping. She whirled around as a voice joined the
applause.

"I have to say, that was impressive, even by my standards!"

Willow managed to get her eyes open, though her body was spent. She
blinked a couple of times to focus on the face she could see looking
past Tara's shoulder. "You!" she growled.

========== BtVS ========== 

Giles drove them down the strip, just to give Dawn the chance to see
everything. They drove in silence. 

Dawn was quietly looking in wonder at the amazing displays put on by the
casino's along the main drive. Occasionally she would whisper, "Wow,"
or, "Oooh!" as she saw something especially amazing. He was surprised
to find himself planning some early evening entertainment with her in
mind- walking the strip and taking in the free shows and displays that
went on. 

He was, himself, refraining from speaking despite the way Joyce was
looking at him. She would alternate staring at him questioningly for
several moments, and then shaking her head and staring out the windows
at the passing sights. A small smile graced his lips as he wondered how
long she'd last before the curiosity overwhelmed her.

When he reached the end of the strip, he turned towards a more
industrial area of the city.

"I take it we aren't staying at one of the casino's." Joyce said,
working up to the question she was really curious about.

Giles fought the grin as he kept his answer monosyllabic, "No."

Joyce narrowed her eyes slightly, trying once again to ask without
asking, "No? What *did* you have in mind?"

He wasn't entirely successful in fighting the grin this time, and his
lips twitched as he said, "Something else entirely."

Dawn watched as her mother's mouth pursed and her nose twitched, but she
didn't seem angry exactly. She looked back at Giles and saw the corner
of his mouth twitch every little bit. "They're playing!" she suddenly
realized. "Some kind of game, or." She decided he was teasing her mom,
and mom was trying not to admit that he was getting to her. "God,
they're acting just like kids. only quieter about it." She resolved to
be very observant of her mom and Giles during this little trip. If she
paid attention, she might learn something. Or, at least she might get
something she could use on them later.

When they pulled up to what looked like a small, run-down warehouse,
Joyce could no longer contain herself. "Ok, Rupert, you win."

Giles just raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

"Why Las Vegas? And what is this place?" Joyce asked, half exasperated,
half amused.

Giles didn't bother trying to hide the grin as he asked, "Why? Did you
have someplace else in mind?" Before she could say anything else, he
gave in and explained. "Las Vegas is a city of transients. No one in
the city thinks twice about seeing a stranger, in fact it is the norm.
It also boasts more hotel rooms than any other place on the planet,
making it practically impossible to find someone by conventional
searching, even if they did know where in the world we were."

"So, what about unconventional." she asked, still a little worried. She
knew they were safer away from Glory- but she couldn't help being a
little afraid any time she had to run and hide. And, of course she was
terrified for the daughter she had to leave behind. "Thank God for
Willow and Tara!" she thought. She knew Buffy was the Slayer, but it
could only help having two powerful witches looking out for her.

Giles reached out and laid a hand on her knee, seeking to reassure her-
and ignoring the other tension between them. He said, "I won't sugar
coat things, Joyce. We cannot be certain of our safety no matter what
we do. However, many things work in our favor; if she could use
mystical means to determine that Dawn was who she was looking for, she
would have done so already." He looked into the back seat and spoke to
Dawn, "She has a limited time to achieve her goals, and even if she
already knew that you were The Key, it would be difficult to find us
here."

Dawn smiled and said, "I'm not even worried. Buffy and Willow and Tara
will kick her butt, and then we'll go home and throw a big
Butt-kicked-Hellgod party."

Both Giles and Joyce smiled at Dawn's confidence.

"I trust your confidence is well placed, Dawn," Giles said with a smile.
Truth be told, he too was confident in his Slayer. He trusted Willow
and Tara to provide great assistance in the matter as well. Frankly, he
wasn't entirely sanguine about their 'triad' arrangement, but even that
discomfiture was dissipating as time went on and they seemed truly
committed to one another. 

Joyce covered Giles hand on her knee and squeezed gently, while
addressing her comment to Dawn, "I think that's watcher-speak for
'you're right, Dawn'."

Dawn noticed that neither adult seemed to be in a hurry to stop with the
touching thing that was going on. She looked up at her mom and raised a
single brow to punctuate her smirk.

Giles was the first to break from the reverie. "Yes, well. let's not
sit outside all night."

Joyce reluctantly let go of his hand when he pulled away to get out of
the jeep. "So, what is this place?" she asked again.

As he stepped out the door, he said, "Dawn, would you please grab that
black satchel directly behind you as you get out?" Stepping around to
the front of the jeep he answered Joyce's question. "It belongs to an
old acquaintance of mine."

"He won't mind us dropping in unannounced?" Joyce asked.

Dawn spoke to Giles, but kept her attention on her mom as she asked, "Or
is it a she?" Sure enough, her mom's eyes narrowed and an eyebrow
arched up.

"He," Giles was careful to clearly annunciate as he took the satchel
from Dawn, "isn't around to care one way or the other." He put the bag
on the hood of the jeep and opened it up.

Joyce, instantly feeling bad, said, "Oh, I'm sorry- was it recent?"

Both Joyce and Dawn were startled when Giles laughed out loud. Not just
a brief chuckle either, but serious belly laughs for several moments.

Giles wiped the corner of one eye as he tried to explain himself to the
two ladies staring at him as though he were mad. "Sorry, I cannot help
but laugh every time I think of it."

"Rupert!" Joyce protested, shocked at his callousness.

"Trust me Joyce, you'll not shed a tear when I tell you his name." Giles
stated with certainty. He found what he was looking for in the bag and
set out a crystal and a vial of greenish looking powder

"It's someone I know?" Joyce asked, puzzled. Only a moment later she
realized who it must be- the only one in Giles past that she'd ever met.
"Ethan Rayne!" she hissed.

"Mom!" Dawn exclaimed. She'd never to her knowledge heard her mother
with that much hatred in her voice. Then she too recognized the
reference. "Oh, he's the costume guy," she said when she remembered the
Halloween they'd all turned into their costumes. She shivered slightly-
that was a night she didn't care to remember- she was just glad all the
demons running around kept the standard Halloween vandalism to a
minimum. "I thought it would be cool to dress as a pumpkin. God what a
dork!" she thought. She never admitted to remembering that night- she
always told Buffy that pumpkins didn't have thoughts or memories. 

"Gah!" she said as revulsion once again shuddered up and down her spine.

"Yes, while I managed to avoid most of the Halloween madness, I did have
the displeasure of being turned into a Fyaryl Demon- his little joke on
old Ripper last year." Giles trailed off muttering. He brightened at
the rest of that memory though as he once again relieved the images of
Ethan being cuffed and stuffed into the back of the military truck and
hauled away. He shook of the reminiscence, and ignored the other Ethan
inspired images of taking Joyce on the hood of that police car. twice.

Joyce said nothing but merely blushed as she relived the same police-car
related events. 

Giles picked up the crystal and the vial and walked toward the building.
"Wait here a moment," he said to Joyce and Dawn. He was about ten feet
from the man-sized door to the building when he came to an abrupt halt.

The ladies watched curiously when Giles held up the vial and the crystal
in front of him and began to chant as he sprinkled a little of the
greenish powder onto the stone. Though they weren't close enough to see
it, the powder was absorbed into the surface of the crystal, turning it
pale green. He slowly extended the stone forward until it looked like
he encountered some resistance. They watched him push forward and then
there was a shimmer to the air around him and suddenly his arm shot
forward.

Giles stoppered the vial and walked back to the Summers ladies.
"Protection spell," he explained. "Fairly strong one, actually; which
is handy for us."

"Uh," Dawn began, not wanting to be negative, but still. "You seemed to
get through it pretty easily."

Giles frowned. "Yes, well. I helped put it in place, so it wasn't
difficult for me. Anyone who didn't know the exact combination of
spells used would find it formidable, I assure you," he said somewhat
defensively.

"I thought you and this Ethan guy were, I dunno, not exactly friends?"
Dawn asked.

"We weren't always at odds. The last time I was here, it was by
invitation," Giles answered. "Ethan always was lazy. He never updated
the spell," he smiled as he put the powder back in the bag.

He picked up the satchel and nodded toward the door, "Come along. I'll
come back out and bring the jeep inside."

Joyce and Dawn glanced at each other and shrugged. They followed Giles
as he walked to the door and opened it. "It's been some years, but as I
recall, the interior is as luxurious as the exterior is dilapidated," he
assured them, not missing the frown brought on by the appearance of the
building.

Joyce and Dawn walked in as Giles held the door open for them. They
couldn't see very far into the room, as the only lighting came from the
street lamps through the open doorway.

Giles followed them in and flipped the switch, startled to find that
everything was *exactly* as he remembered it.

Dawn couldn't suppress a giggle at the sight before her. "It's so. so."

Joyce asked, "Did you actually own a leisure suit?" before giving in to
the giggles.

Giles blushed slightly as the girls laughed.

"Yes, well. I- I did say it had been several years." Giles tried to
defend himself.

"It looks like a bachelor pad right out of Starskey and Hutch!" Dawn
said, finally coming up with an adequate comparison for the leopard skin
wallpaper and the deep-pile, gold-colored shag carpet.

========== BtVS ========== 

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