Fic: Triune (17/?) 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 17 is back to the delicious smut! Mmm, Mmm Good!.]

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

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

Part 17

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

There was a hush over the room as the door to the office opened up and
Tara walked out. Everyone but Willow and Buffy felt the urge to jump up
and run to the door- they all wanted to see what condition Angel was in,
though they had different reasons why. The A.I. gang were concerned-
even Gunn, who thought the guy probably got what he deserved, was a
little worried. Xander, of course, was leaning more toward wanting to
see a beaten and bruised vamp huddled on the floor. "Who says I've got
dead-boy issues?" he thought ruefully as he restrained himself.

Tara did her best to ignore the others, and her whirling emotions from
what had just happened. She focused on Buffy and how to handle her
pet's transgression. As she approached, she noticed the look of love
and pride in Willow's eyes and gave the redhead a warm smile. Deciding
that wasn't enough, she bent over and gave her lovely girl a sweet kiss.

"I'm so proud of you, Tara!" Willow whispered with deep emotion as she
looked into her lover's eyes following the kiss.

Tara had to struggle to maintain her composure as the love and joy in
her threatened to spill over into tears. "Love you Willow!" she
whispered back. Standing straight again, Tara said "Why don't you set
up for the call with Giles?" Looking back down at her kneeling pet she
added, "We'll be back in a little while."

Willow nodded, somewhat disappointed that she wasn't invited to come
along, but she realized that it wouldn't really be appropriate to
witness Mistress Buffy's punishment. This wasn't play time, it was more
serious than that, and they needed the privacy to put this issue behind
them. She didn't begrudge them that, knowing that if she were to screw
up as bad as Buffy did; she wouldn't really want Tara watching her
punishment either.

"Ok, I'll get it set up," Willow said as she jumped up and started to
rummage in her bag for everything she needed.

Tara nodded absently and focused her attention on Buffy. "Get up, pet."
She said, her voice neither angry, nor happy, but clearly commanding.

"Yes Mistress," Buffy said quietly as she rose to her feet with lithe
grace, maintaining her submissive posture and her hold on the paddle.

"Follow me upstairs," Tara instructed.

Again Buffy gave her quiet reply, "Yes Mistress." Her body was
trembling and silent tears ran down her face as she contemplated her
punishment. It wasn't fear of the punishment that had her quietly
weeping, but rather the sorrow that filled her heart because she had let
down her Mistress. She was angry with herself for her behavior, and for
not even thinking of anyone but herself and Angel when they started
arguing. It didn't even occur to her that she was falling into old
patterns with the souled vamp, and she didn't consider how it could hurt
Mistress Tara.

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

Wesley was the first to break after Tara and Buffy disappeared up the
stairs. He jumped up and headed toward the office saying, "Well, I for
one."

He only made it two steps before Angel walked out of the office, looking
none the worse for wear.

"Angel! Uh, are you." Wesley began, startled to see him, not certain
what he expected to find in the first place.

Gunn relaxed back into the couch. Though he had more self control than
Wesley, apparently, he had been hard pressed to restrain his curiosity,
and was about to follow the former watcher to the office. "You don't
look too beat up," he said with a smile.

Before anyone else could comment, Angel spoke up. "I'd like to
apologize to everyone for my behavior. It was unacceptable, and I'm
sorry you all had to see it." It was a good thing that he couldn't
blush, because the climbing eyebrows on everyone's face but Willow's
were embarrassing him fiercely. He continued, "I'd like to just forget
it ever happened and move on."

Surprisingly, it was Willow who was the first to agree to that. "Ok,"
she said in her chirpy/happy voice. "I'm gonna set up the laptop so we
can video conference with Giles in about twenty minutes. Where should I
hook in?"

Incredulous expressions and stupefied looks were traded amongst the
other four as Angel was quick to assist Willow. "There's a
broad-something hookup in Wes's office," he offered helpfully.

"Broadband?" Willow asked happily. Turning to Wesley for confirmation
she asked, "DSL, Cable, or Satellite?" 

Wesley was still trying to coordinate his body's intention to stride
quickly into the office, with his brain's instructions to sit back down.
As a result, his voice drivers- never the best in the first place- were
unable to get enough processing time to function adequately. "Um, ah.
that is to say."

Cordelia jumped in, annoyed with Wesley's stuttering. "It's Verizon
DSL." Getting up and herding Willow into the office, she continued, "We
just got it, and let me tell you it was a bitch to set up. Wasn't easy
squeezing the money out of a certain tight-fisted vampire, either, let
me tell you."

Willow laughed as she and Cordelia went about hooking her laptop into
the Ethernet gateway. "And you spend how much time surfing the net now
that you have this thing?" she asked the brunette.

"Oh my God! You wouldn't believe how fast you can download a high-res
scan of Brad Pitt with this thing," Cordelia's voice trailed off as she
and Willow started chatting back and forth like the High School buddies
they never really were.

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

Tara took the paddle from Buffy when they got to the room. She noticed,
but refrained from commenting on Buffy's tears; keeping an even voice as
she commanded her pet to strip and get up on the bed.

"Kneel facing the headboard, pet. Now lay your face down on the bed and
put your hands behind your back."

Buffy complied, gripping her left wrist in her right hand in order to
hold the awkward position.

"Keep your knees together, pet," Tara instructed. "I'm not interested
in what's between your legs right now."

Restraining a sob at the cold tone in her Mistress' voice, Buffy obeyed.

"This is about punishment, pet; not sex." Tara explained. "This isn't
foreplay, and you won't be allowed to cum at all. Neither will you be
allowed to service me; is that clear pet?"

"Yes Mistress," Buffy said, not quite able to restrain the sob this
time. That she wouldn't be allowed to cum was no less than what she
deserved, but not to be allowed to service Mistress Tara was a greater
punishment, and it illustrated how badly she had messed up- that
Mistress would forgo her own pleasure to make the point.

"And, I'm not going to restrain you, pet, but I expect you to maintain
this position until I tell you otherwise, do you understand?" Tara
asked.

"Yes Mistress, I won't break position until you allow it," Buffy said,
vowing to herself that she would hold this pose even if it took a
hundred lashes for her punishment to be complete.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself before I begin, pet?" Tara
asked.

"I'm so sorry Mistress!" Buffy almost wailed, having been given leave
say it at last. "Please, I'll do anything to make it up to you
Mistress!"

"I know you will, pet," Tara said as she drew back for the first blow.

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

By the time she finished, Tara had broken a sweat. It was only twenty
five swats, but she had put everything she had in to each one. Buffy's
tearful 'thank you Mistress' after each one tugged at her heart. She
knew Buffy hadn't meant to do what she did, but the girl had to learn
that she was Tara's alone.

That might seem like a terribly possessive thing on her part, but it was
for Buffy's good as much as anything. Her residual feelings of
obligation to Angel had brought her nothing but pain for years. This
'clipping of the strings' was what her pet needed in order to finally
realize that Angel didn't have even the slightest claim to any part of
Buffy Summers.

In addition, Tara knew that Buffy wouldn't be able to forgive herself
for her actions unless she was well and truly punished. Now Tara would
be able to say, 'I forgive you' and Buffy would believe it. They could
put this behind them and move on now- working with Angel and his crew
without the angst and tension that would have otherwise infected the
Slayer.

Now it was time to console her lovely but headstrong pet.

Tara climbed up onto the bed and sat up against the headboard after
setting the paddle aside. She looked at her trembling pet with both
happiness and sorrow in her heart. She was proud of her pet for keeping
her position, despite the awkwardness of it. She felt her pet's pain;
not just the physical pain which would be gone within the hour, but the
emotional pain that she knew Buffy was feeling for her failure and for
her Mistress' displeasure. Tara could feel tears welling up in her eyes
as she watched her pet's body quiver as she attempted to contain her
sobs. She held out her arms as if to a child and gently said, "Come
here pet."

Buffy slowly dropped her arms to her sides, ignoring the ache in her
shoulders, and rose to her hands and knees. She kept her eyes down as
she crawled up the bed and into her Mistress' arms. Once there, wrapped
in the arms of her lover and Mistress, Buffy buried her face in Tara's
neck and gave in to the sobs that she'd been holding back. "Mistre- e-
esssss!" she cried out haltingly. "I'm so so- o- ryyyy!" 

Tara was glad Buffy wasn't looking her in the face at that moment,
because her own composure fractured upon hearing the profundity of her
pet's anguish. Her lower lip quivered uncontrollably and tears began to
roll down her face as she stroked her pet's hair and back, avoiding the
hot red flesh of her bottom. "Shh, it's over now pet," she whispered
over and over, calming the girl down.

After several minutes, Buffy's sobs had subsided and Tara said, "Look at
me pet."

Buffy pushed away, embarrassed to see the huge wet spot on Tara's shirt
from her tears. She forced herself to meet her Mistress' gaze, grateful
to see no anger there.

Tara looked at her pet's tearstained face and eyes- red and puffy from
crying- and was struck by the thought that she was beautiful even like
this. She cupped her pet's cheek and wiped at the tears with her thumb.
"Pet, I'm so proud of you!"

Buffy was expecting anything but that. She didn't give in to the
impulse to question her Mistress, but her confusion was clearly written
on her face.

Tara smiled at Buffy's perplexed look. "You made a mistake, pet. I
know you realize that," she explained.

Buffy couldn't help but nod her head; she knew she had screwed up
big-time.

Tara continued, "But, you took your punishment wonderfully. And, I
don't think you'll make that mistake again."

Buffy couldn't restrain herself and blurted out, "Never Mistress!"
shaking her head at the thought.

"So, it's over then, pet; we can put that behind us now." Then she
looked Buffy deep in her eyes, slowly and deliberately saying, "I
forgive you."

Buffy's mouth twitched, gradually changing from her sad frown to a broad
smile as she looked back into her Mistress' eyes and saw the sincerity
and deep emotion there. "I love you Mistress!" she whispered. "I love
you so much!"

Tara pulled her pet in for a gentle, loving kiss and then whispered, "I
love you too, pet. With all my heart!" Pushing her away slightly she
spoke up, "Now, go wash your face while I change into something less
damp."

Though she knew Tara was only teasing her, Buffy was instantly
solicitous, "I'm sorry about that Mistress." She scooted back and
assumed her position; kneeling, eyes down, hands behind her back. "May
your pet be allowed to make amends for staining you shirt, Mistress?"
she said.

Tara froze for a moment, surprised by her pet's behavior only long
enough to realize what her motivation was. She had thought for an
instant that Buffy didn't understand that she was only teasing- that
maybe her pet was overreacting and questioning all of her actions now.
It didn't take long to realize, however, that the minx had understood
her just fine. this was a thinly veiled attempt at seduction. 

Buffy waited patiently, telling herself to accept whatever Mistress
said and not read anything into it if she said no. 

A slow smile stole across Tara's features and she knew she was lost.
"How anyone could look at what I'm looking at and not give in." she
thought, in what was a rather pathetic attempt at rationalization.
"What did you have in mind, pet" she asked in a sultry voice.

Buffy felt a shiver of desire run through her body at Mistress' tone.
"Well," she began- her own voice as seductive as she could make it,
"First, I should take off your damp clothes."

"Mmhmm." Tara hummed as she felt her own arousal stealing across her
skin and through her flesh.

Emboldened by Tara's approval, Buffy broke position and reached out to
begin unbuttoning Tara's shirt. "Well, then I should find any damp
areas and. clean them up." she whispered.

"Oh, yessss." Tara hissed as Buffy's hands moved across her skin,
opening her shirt up and sliding it down off her shoulders. "Such a
good pet."

Having removed her shirt, Buffy could see the barest hint of wetness on
Mistress' neck and down over her breastbone where the tears had soaked
through her shirt. She carefully laved the skin in that area with her
tongue, tasting the salt of her own tears mixed with the dried sweat on
Tara's skin. The smell of her Mistress' skin was intoxicating- her
workout from wielding the paddle had caused her scent to blossom. 

Tara hummed her approval as she felt her pet's careful tongue against
her skin. She shuddered when she felt a gentle stream of breath blowing
against the area right after.

Buffy rubbed her face against the area and whispered, "All dry now."

Buffy's warm cheek against the air-cooled skin caused Tara to virtually
purr with pleasure.

While she was rubbing her face against her Mistress, Buffy reached
around and opened her bra. When she pulled away she brought the bra
with her, freeing her Mistress' full breasts from their fabric
confinement. She looked at them while she set the bra aside and then
looked up into her Mistress' eyes, saying, "They don't look wet, but I'd
better check."

Tara hummed even louder as her pet began to gently stroke and fondle her
breasts, covering every inch of their soft skin with fingers and palms,
squeezing only gently. 

Buffy rubbed her face all over Tara's generous bosom, plucking lightly
at the stiff nipples with just her lips as she passed by, eliciting the
barest whimper from her Mistress. "Nope, all dry." Buffy said with an
impish smile.

Tara felt the moisture inside her begin to bubble over and run out into
her panties as her pet stroked the soft flesh of her belly with her
cheeks, nose and lips, keeping up the pretense of looking for any areas
that might have gotten wet.

Even through the denim, Buffy could smell her Mistress' arousal when she
reached to unbutton her jeans. She pulled both the pants and panties
off at once, and then pushed apart her Mistress' legs, moving her body
between them. She took one look at the damp curls and saturated lips of
her Mistress' beautiful pussy and said, "Oh! Mistress, you're all wet
and sticky down here." She looked up to meet the blond witch's gaze and
softly asked, "Did I do all this?"

Tara mock-growled at her pet and said, "You know you did, pet."

Buffy played at chagrin, and said, "Well then, I'd better get to work
cleaning this up!" With that, she began to suckle and lick her Mistress
pussy, beginning with the outer lips, cleaning up any trace of the
witch's savory juices before moving inward.

Tara began to writhe and moan as her pet drove her insane. She
especially loved the way Buffy would delve her tongue between the inner
and outer lips, pressing and tracing that crease, then sucking the labia
into her mouth and pulling it away from her body. Buffy seemed to have
developed a love for playing with her Mistress pussy, not bothering to
rush her towards orgasm, but just exploring every nook and cranny with
her dexterous lips and tongue.

Buffy was content to play until she heard her Mistress growl, "Now pet!"
She then began to focus her attention on Mistress' clit, circling and
pressing against it, then sucking it into her mouth and stroking it with
her tongue. It didn't take much of this before her Mistress was arching
up off the bed and crying out her release.

Tara shuddered through the aftershocks of a lovely orgasm, hearing her
pet noisily sucking up every drop of her passion. Where once she would
have been embarrassed by that, she took great delight in it now. She
grabbed her pet by the hair and pulled her up for a deep, ardent kiss-
loving the taste of herself in her pet's mouth.

By the time her Mistress had finished plundering her mouth, Buffy found
herself on her back, with Mistress laid fully upon her. She looked up
into those deep blue eyes and quietly said, "All dry now, Mistress!"

Tara broke into laughter and rolled off her pet and onto her back.
"Goddess; what you do to me, Buffy!" She ran her hands through her hair
and said, "Ok, lets get cleaned up and go back downstairs. It's
probably about time for Giles call."

Buffy chuckled herself. Though she was buzzing with arousal, she didn't
say anything about it, knowing that Tara wasn't going to allow her to
scratch that itch anytime soon. It was part of her atonement, and she
was ok with that, but she knew it meant she was going to be somewhat
distracted for a while.

As they walked to the bathroom hand in hand, Buffy tentatively asked,
"Tara?"

"Hmm?" Tara responded.

"What happened with you and Angel?"

Tara laughed, saying, "Well. you're going to have a hard time believing
this, but."

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

end part 17



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