Round Robin Chapter 22- B-Kirayoshi

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Chapter 22-B (NC-17)
By Kirayoshi



And here's the second half. 
Disclaimers; see 22-A

Shaking her head to dispel the darkness of her confession, Buffy 
announced, "So it's round two, and I have to ask Tara now?" Willow 
nodded, and Buffy thought for a second. "Okay, Tara. Truth or dare?"

"Hmm," Tara pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders, which caused 
her naked breasts to bob slightly, to the secret pleasure of both 
Buffy and Willow. "I'll go for truth this time."

Buffy thought for a second, then said, "What do you like best about 
making love to Willow? And I want details, Tara."

Tara turned her gaze to Willow, whose face flushed a vivid 
red. "Goddess, Buffy," she breathed huskily, "where do I begin?" 
Willow turned her head away from Tara's eyes, as the naked woman 
regarded her as a hungry man eying a banquet, but she found her gaze 
still returning to the nude form of her lover, her body pulsing hotly 
with growing sexual need.

Tara contemplated the reaction she triggered in Willow, and then 
turned toward Buffy, whose eyes had become hooded, and had absently 
unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. She licked her lips before 
she continued. "First off, I like to look at her body. I could just 
drink her in for hours. The gentle sweep of her breasts, the way her 
nipples harden when she's aroused, the curve of her tummy, the wiry 
copper thatch between her legs, the perfect globes of her ass. She 
still doesn't believe it, no matter how many times I tell her, but 
there isn't a square inch of her that isn't beautiful."

"Oh, God, I know," Buffy whispered breathily, her right hand resting 
absently on her cheek. 

"When she's aroused," Tara continued, her voice deepening, growing 
more husky, "her eyes darken a little. Not like when she was doing 
dark magic and they turned black, but more like a darker green. That 
first night when she came to me after saying goodbye to Oz, I saw her 
eyes flicker in the light of the candle she brought for me, and my 
heart melted. Then, after I blew out the candle, I just watched her 
in the ambient light from the window. She was so shy, almost like a 
deer caught in the headlights."

"I was just afraid that I'd disappoint you," Willow admitted 
sheepishly, nervously twirling a lock of her hair between her 
fingers. "I never had sex with a girl before..."

"Willow," Tara flashed Willow a reassuring wink, "I wasn't exactly 
the Lesbian Playgirl of the Western World myself. All I ever did 
before was neck and cuddle with two different girls, both of whom ran 
for the hills once they met my family. Can't say as I blame them for 
leaving, though. But you, Willow, you were my first real lover. And 
you always turn me on."

Turning her head toward Buffy, her lips full and sensuous, her eyes 
glowing with desire, she continued; "The first time we made love, she 
let me guide her. I took her hands in mine, and pressed them against 
my boobs, so her palms were cupping my nipples. She started to rub 
them slowly in a slow circular motion, just enough to make them stand 
erect under my shirt. I began to unbutton her shirt, and as I looked 
into her eyes I could see want and fear battling. I kissed her then, 
her mouth so sweet against mine. I pressed my tongue against her 
lips, feeling them open, then her tongue met mine and they started to 
move slowly together. I could taste the cherry of her lip gloss, 
feel the friction of her lips against mine-" 

She closed her eyes, her head swaying back, the memories intoxicating 
her like sweet wine. "We stoked a fire within us that neither one of 
us could resist, nor did we want to. Suddenly, Willow tore at my 
shirt while I broke off two of her buttons to get hers off. My hands 
seemed to have minds of their own, they needed to touch her, fingers 
aching to feel everywhere on her body. We fell back on the bed, 
moving as one, I don't even remember how I had lost my panties, but 
that didn't matter. The goddess who had haunted my fantasies from 
the first day I met her had given herself to me, naked and unafraid. 
She leaned against me and began to kiss my lips, cheeks, ears, neck, 
breasts...she stayed down there quite awhile, licking, nipping, 
biting, before moving downward, licking and kissing her way to my 
core. She was clumsy at first, I'll admit that, we both were. But 
our passion, our pleasure at being together, at making love for the 
first time, more than made up for it. 

"She made me orgasm three times in ten minutes, until my joints were 
pure rubber. But I still had the strength to pay her back, and I was 
happy to. When I first brought my tongue to her center, the first 
thing I thought was the kettle corn they serve at carnivals, y'know 
that stuff? Sweet, but kinda salty, and I couldn't get enough of 
her. Each time I sucked her into my mouth, she bucked wildly like I 
brought a live wire to her vagina. I looked at her the first time I 
brought her to orgasm, seeing the joyous smile on her face, and felt 
rewarded somehow. She and I held each other for the longest time 
after we finally tired each other out, just whispering to each other, 
sharing our hearts. I remember her body spooning against mine, her 
back squashing my breasts, as we finally fell asleep that night, 
smelling the jasmine from her herbal shampoo, and thinking that I 
knew what Heaven felt like."

After several seconds of silence, Buffy exhaled sharply, "Whoa!" The 
three women just stared at each other, their eyes darkening with 
smoldering lust. Tara smiled triumphantly as she noticed that Buffy 
was panting heavily, her blouse was unbuttoned, her back was arched 
and her right hand was cupping her breast. Glancing back toward 
Willow, she saw that her jeans were unzipped, and she seemed to yank 
her hand away somewhat abruptly. Okay, girls, she snickered 
wickedly, time to turn up the heat...

"Willow," she cooed as she addressed the redhead, "since you failed 
in your first challenge, you must take the dreaded double-dare. And 
I've got a doozy for ya."

"Lay it on me," Willow spoke slowly, her voice thick with sexual 
heat. 

Tara rubbed her hands greedily, before she spoke. "I double-dare you 
to strip for Buffy. I don't just mean taking your clothes off 
either, I mean a full-on Vegas-style show, with lap-dance." Buffy 
chuckled throatily for an instant, whispering, "Thank you, Tara!"

Willow gaped at Tara, her mouth hanging open like a trout. After a 
second though, she appraised Buffy's impatient leer, seeing the 
undisguised want in her face, and a knowing smile erased her shocked 
expression. "Can I choose the music?" she asked innocently.

"Sure," Tara nodded. She couldn't wait to see what Willow had in 
mind. 

Willow slowly got up from the sofa, and without another word 
approached the CD player next to the television. She thumbed through 
the CD rack and pulled out the case she had been looking for. "This 
album just came out a couple of weeks ago, but there's this one cool 
song on it," she explained. She put in the CD and programmed the 
player to play only one specific track, before turning her attention 
to Buffy.

As the track started, a slow reggae tempo poured out of the speakers 
like honey from the comb. Willow strutted to the beat until she 
stood directly in front of Buffy, her eyes locked with the Slayer's. 
Gwen Stefani began to sing, and Willow began to sway her shoulders.

There's times when I want something more 
Someone more like me 
There's times when this dress rehearsal 
Seems incomplete 

She slowly peeled off her shirt, revealing a pale blue lace bra, 
transparent enough for Buffy to make out the outline of Willow's 
areolas. Willow fought the urge to giggle as she saw Buffy's lips 
opened in stunned silence. 

But you see the colors in me 
Like no one else 
And behind your dark glasses 
You're something else 

Kicking off her shoes, she lifted her left foot, resting it on the 
sofa cushion between Buffy's knees. She reached down, making a point 
of displaying her modest (but still attractive) cleavage to Buffy's 
approving eyes, and casually pulled off her stocking. Replacing her 
left foot with her right, she removed the other stocking with the 
same slow seductive motion, draping the stocking around Buffy's neck.

You're really lovely underneath it all 
D'you want to love me underneath it all 
I'm really lucky underneath it all 
You're really lovely 

Willow shimmied her hips to the rhythm, her eyes locking with 
Buffy's, never letting her go. She cocked her head slightly to the 
left as she slipped her thumbs under the straps of her bra, 
stretching slowly until the snap between the breasts popped open, 
releasing her breasts for Buffy's approval. Buffy's eyes widened at 
the sight and a guttural moan emerged from her throat, voicing her 
approval. 

You know some real bad tricks 
And you need some discipline 
But lately you've been trying real hard 
And giving me your best 

Tara squirmed in her seat, thoroughly enjoying the show. As she had 
said earlier, she always enjoyed seeing Willow's naked body, and the 
added pleasure of seeing Willow teasing Buffy further stoked the fire 
between her legs. She watched as Buffy's body swayed in time with 
the music, her eyes never leaving the redhead, and knew that Willow's 
sensuous display was having the same effect on the Slayer.

And you give me the most gorgeous sleep 
That I've ever had 
And when it's really bad 
I guess it's not that bad 

Buffy's hand strayed over her breasts, touching them lightly through 
the fabric of her shirt. She was amazed at how turned on she was 
just from watching Willow's striptease. She found herself recalling 
Faith's comment a lifetime ago; "You ever notice how slaying makes 
you hungry and horny?" Well, I am officially horny, Buffy decided. 
Her breathing became labored as a sheen of sweat formed on her brow, 
and her thighs were growing moist.

You're really lovely underneath it all 
D'you want to love me underneath it all 
I'm really lucky underneath it all 
You're really lovely 

As Willow slowly unzipped her fly, she tried to hide her own 
excitement, her own need to make love to the Slayer. She couldn't 
believe that she was writhing before her so wantonly, her once-
prevalent shyness long forgotten. She wanted to be open to Buffy, to 
give herself freely to her. Without another thought, she bent down, 
displaying her butt to Buffy, and peeled her jeans down her legs. 
Standing up and kicking aside the discarded garment, she stood 
happily before the Slayer, clad in nothing but lace panties, which 
were already damp with her arousal.

So many moons that we have seen 
Stumbling back next to me 
I've seen right through and underneath 
And you make me better 
I've seen right through and underneath 
And you make me better, better, better 

Buffy had shirt unbuttoned and her hand was working its way inside 
her bra, stroking her breast openly. Willow, however, had a better 
idea. She approached Buffy with agonizing slowness, until she stood 
directly in front of the Slayer, her knees pressed against the sofa 
on either side of her. She leaned forward until Buffy's nose was 
pressed against her bosom. The Slayer could smell a faint trace of 
jasmine and sandalwood that the redhead had dabbed between her 
breasts, plus a trace of musk that was uniquely Willow. The 
combination of scents took possession of Buffy's senses, and she 
absently reached her arms out to Willow, wanting to embrace and 
caress her. Pushing slightly with her knees, Willow jumped on the 
couch, straddling Buffy's legs, her butt swaying against the Slayer's 
lap with each beat of the song.

For real, 'cause underneath it all 
You are my real Prince Charming 
Like the heat from the fire 
You were always burning 
And each time you're around 
My body keeps staling for your touch 
Your kisses and your sweet romancin' 
There's an underside a you that so many adore 
Aside from your temper everything else secure 
You're good for me, baby 
Oh that, I'm a sure 
Over and over again 
I want more 

Willow allowed Buffy's hands to roam her back and buttocks, electric 
sparks running under Buffy's fingers through her skin. She brought 
her hands up to Buffy's blouse, reaching under the garment to 
unfasten her bra. With gentle yet insistent tugs, Willow pulled both 
blouse and bra off, revealing the firm breasts that she had desired 
to see for so long.

You've used up all your coupons 
And all you got left is me 
And somehow I'm full of forgiveness 
I guess it's meant to be 

Tara, who had been sitting a couple of feet away from Buffy to give 
Willow room, couldn't resist this display any longer, and scooted 
toward Buffy, her hand resting on Buffy's hip. Willow leaned into 
Buffy's lap, her breasts pressing gently against Buffy's. Noticing 
Tara's presence, Willow tilted her head slightly, moving her body 
slightly toward Tara's and nipping at her ear with her lips and 
teeth. "We got her," she whispered, her voice raw with pure lust. 
Tara nodded joyously, turning to Buffy and recognizing the need for 
release in the Slayer's eyes. A release that she and Willow would 
gladly provide.

You're really lovely underneath it all 
D'you want to love me underneath it all 
I'm really lucky underneath it all 
You're really lovely 

The song was nearing its end, and Willow returned her attentions to 
Buffy. She started to suck at Buffy's earlobe, causing Buffy to arch 
her back with each sweet contact, crushing her breasts up to 
Willow's. Willow rained soft sweet kisses against Buffy's cheek, 
nearing her mouth, while Tara took Willow's place at Buffy's ear, 
nipping at the lobe and blowing little puffs of air into her ear. 
The pure eroticism of their treatments, the heat and aroma of their 
bodies, finally proved too much for the Slayer, and her body 
convulsed in a small orgasm, leaving her limbs soft and pliable as 
putty. And that was just foreplay, Buffy grinned absently. I am not 
gonna survive the night.

But what a way to go! 

Ooh, ooh, ooh, Underneath it all 
Ohh, ooh, ooh, Underneath it all 
Ooh, ooh, ooh, Underneath it all

The song ended, and Willow slumped happily against Buffy's body, 
while Tara cuddled with both of her lovers. The two semi-nude 
witches shared a secret smile, pleased at the results of their sexy 
games with Buffy. The Slayer sagged against the sofa, her body molded 
to the bodies of the two witches, sated for the moment but knowing 
that her desires would flare up again. 

"Uh, Willow," Buffy murmured, her lips touching Willow's hair. "You 
can get off now."

Willow snuggled closer to Buffy, her head resting against 
Buffy. "Don't wanna." Lifting her head to catch Buffy's eye with 
hers, Willow whispered, "Truth or dare."

Buffy threw her head back, feeling her ardor return in full 
force. "Oh God," she purred, "I don't think I could survive a dare 
right now, so truth."

Willow began to trace the outline of Buffy's nipple with her 
fingernail, sending fresh sparks of arousal through Buffy's 
system. "Do you want me to stop?"

Buffy glanced back at Willow, and then to Tara, who's wicked smile 
matched Willow's. "The truth, Buffy; do you want us to stop?"

Willow's lips fell on Buffy's nipple and sucked greedily. Buffy 
gasped sharply before replying, "Oh God no!"

"Do you want us to take this to our bedroom?" Tara suggested, her 
lips brushing against Buffy's ear as she whispered. "Do you want us 
to make love to you?"

Buffy swallowed hard, recognizing the crossroads where she stood. 
She had both feared and longed for this moment since the nature of 
her love for both Willow and Tara was made clear to her. She longed 
to join the two witches who had captured her heart, to love them and 
be loved by them, but feared damaging their love the way she had with 
both Angel and Riley. But as she scanned both woman's eyes, she saw 
the devotion they held for her, coupled with unbridled lust. She 
knew that what they shared wouldn't self-destruct in one night like 
Angel, or turn to regret like Riley.

She knew her answer.

"Yes," Buffy whispered, turning her head to kiss her lips, then 
turning back to Willow to kiss her as well. Willow moved to get off 
of Buffy's lap so they could head upstairs, but Buffy shook her 
head. Taking a firm hold of Willow's buttocks, she lifted them as 
she stood up, causing Willow to shriek in surprise and wrap her arms 
around Buffy's neck and her legs around her torso. Buffy growled 
with passion as she carried Willow up the stairs, Tara leading the 
way to the bedroom she shared with Willow.

Once the three lovers rushed inside the bedroom, Buffy slowly lowered 
Willow onto the bed and let her go. She tore off the rest of her 
clothing, the last of her inhibitions and fears shattered by the love 
and passion that they shared. Tara joined Willow on the bed, as the 
two women removed each others panties, touching and caressing the 
exposed skin, murmuring endearments as they kissed, tongues lapping 
at each other.

Finally, Willow turned toward the naked Slayer, her hand 
outstretched. "Come here, Buffy," she purred, and Buffy was more 
than happy to comply. Willow and Tara each took a hand, gently 
pulling Buffy onto the bed between them, and began to touch her in 
earnest, their hands exploring every inch of her heated flesh. Buffy 
reached out to touch Tara's breasts, but the blond witch gently 
pushed Buffy back onto the bed, whispering, "There'll be plenty of 
time for that later. This is your birthday, Buffy. This first time 
is for you."

"You just lie back," Willow cooed seductively, "and leave the driving 
to us." Buffy's mind was flooded with her passion, and she was 
unable to protest, not that she wanted to. Willow and Tara leaned 
against Buffy's body, casting a smoldering glance at each other 
before they began to kiss Buffy's lips and neck. They each one took 
one side and slowly worked their way down her body, until they 
attacked her breasts. Willow suckled at Buffy's left breast, nipping 
and sucking gently, while Tara took her right breast with long slow 
licks. As they sucked her nipples, their hands slowly stroked at 
Buffy's labia, burrowing between her lower lips, causing her to arch 
her back with each stroke. Occasionally they lifted their heads and 
kissed each other, the sight of which excited Buffy even further.

After giving her breast one last languid kiss, Willow started to work 
her way down Buffy's ribcage, kissing and licking the taut skin of 
her belly, nestling her tongue into her bellybutton for a moment, 
causing Buffy to sharply inhale with pleasure, before she continued 
her descent to the nest of blond curls between her thighs. Tara 
moved slowly toward Willow, blazing a path of exquisite heat with her 
lips and tongue down Buffy's torso until she met Willow, her head 
pillowed against Buffy's thigh. 

"Wha..what are you two doing?" Buffy craned her head to watch Willow 
and Tara's faces as they gazed at her sex.

"We're going to eat you out, Buffy," Willow purred. "And we're gonna 
do a better job of it than Riley ever did, I bet."

Buffy sighed dreamily. "Riley never liked oral sex," Buffy admitted 
with a trace of melancholy. "He was strictly missionary."

Tara and Willow looked at each other in surprise. "He was an idiot, 
then," Tara announced. Grinning hungrily, she added, "His loss is 
our gain." After exchanging one last kiss, Willow and Tara lowered 
their heads between Buffy's legs, slowly touching the folds of her 
vagina with their tongues.

Buffy jolted as though shot through with a lightning bolt at the 
first touch of their tongues. She lifted her ass off the bed, 
desperate to prolong the contact with her lovers. Willow, feeling 
Buffy's desire, quickened her pace as she licked the lower edge of 
Buffy's pussy, while Tara attacked the hard nubbin of her clitoris. 
Buffy's body arched with each lick, each bite and suck. Willow drank 
Buffy's juices greedily; she remembered her first taste of Tara, 
sweet and warm like mulled cider. Buffy's taste was sharper, 
spicier, and just as overpowering. Their mouths were glued to 
Buffy's nubbin, and they each brought a forefinger into her tunnel, 
thrusting in unison, staying with her through each buck and thrust. 
Willow and Tara brought their free hands in between each others legs, 
plunging two, then three fingers at a time into the folds of their 
vaginas. Unable to hold out any longer, Buffy's body tipped over the 
edge into volcanic orgasm, shuddering as she climaxed. Willow and 
Tara, overcome by the sheer power of Buffy's orgasm, crested into 
their own climaxes, but kept their mouths and fingers on Buffy's sex, 
drawing her out into a string of mini-orgasms, each one leaving her 
weaker, yet more sated.

Buffy was literally unable to move, her limbs lying limp at her 
sides, her entire body drained of energy. Willow and Tara crawled up 
her body until their faces were level with hers, kissing her gently 
on the cheeks and lips. Willow took Buffy's mouth with her own, and 
Buffy tasted herself on Willow's lips. She had never tasted another 
woman before, and found that she enjoyed her own juices. She found 
herself wondering what the other two tasted like. 

Finally, after regaining enough strength, Buffy slowly brought her 
arms around her new lovers' shoulders, kissing each one on the lips, 
and said, "Thank you. That was-wow! I never came that hard, ever!"

"Happy birthday, Buffy," Willow dimpled as she smiled, nestling her 
head into Buffy's shoulder. "I love you, Slayer."

"So do I," Tara added, her words a vow. "Both of you."

"And I love you both," Buffy declared. "I've been so scared of 
hurting you. Given the fiasco that was my love life before now, I 
was afraid that my love was toxic. But now, I'm where I belong, with 
the people I love most. And I'm never letting go of that again."

"Good," Willow declared, "because after tonight, we aren't letting 
you sleep alone."

"Besides," Tara added, a slowly growing desire lighting her 
eyes, "you still haven't gone down on us. We need to correct that 
tomorrow night."

"Why wait?" Buffy growled as her Slayer strength reasserted itself, 
and she flipped over Tara, pinning her to the bed with strong but 
gentle arms. Their lust rekindled, Buffy, Willow and Tara explored 
each others bodies, until every square inch of their flesh was 
stroked, sucked, licked or bitten. Finally, three exhausted young 
women pulled the comforter over their bodies and spooned against each 
other, the two wiccans sandwiching the Slayer between them. As they 
fell into a deeply sated sleep, their only dreams were of each other.

Buffy Summers' last coherent thought before Morpheus overtook her was 
a realization that she no longer regretted being yanked from Heaven. 
Between the bodies of her true loves, she was there again.

<<>>

The room was black, save for a single bright light that stabbed from 
the ceiling. Bester, dressed in a black business suit, observed as 
Faith struggled against the bonds that held her fast. The dark 
Slayer hung, suspended between the floor and ceiling by invisible 
bonds of pure malevolent force. Spike, the Slayer of Slayers, 
watched her struggle, a bored expression crossing his pale cheeks. 
The Slayer's torturer regarded the captive woman with contempt 
burning behind his eyes.

"So, Faith," Bester said almost conversationally to his prisoner, 
tossing a dagger of eldritch energy at Faith's back. "Let's review." 
The dagger didn't break the skin or injure the Slayer in any way, but 
still it hurt harder than the dagger that Buffy wielded against Faith 
years ago. "I assigned you and Spike to abduct the witch Tara 
Maclay. The goal was to demand the First Gift of Exodus for her, and 
once the Slayer delivered the ransom, you and Spike were to kill the 
Slayer and the witch. Am I right so far?" Faith glowered at Bester 
with her best 'bite me' sneer, which won her another eldritch dagger 
in the side. "AM I RIGHT?" Bester roared.

"Yeah, yeah, right," Faith bit off angrily, pain etching her words.

"But where is Tara?" Bester asked, cutting at her chest with another 
dagger. "Where is the Gift of Exodus? Both are safe with the 
Slayer. Our enemy lives, and I have sensed tonight that she and her 
lovers have consummated their relationship. The Three are now One. 
And if what Spike has told me, you are responsible for Tara's 
freedom."

"We didn't need her dead," Faith spat at Bester. "What's with you 
anyway, Mr. B? Kill Buffy, kill Tara, kill everyone! That's your 
problem, all kill, no subtlety."

"And you have a better idea?" Bester growled, contemplating an 
especially lingering form of execution for the Slayer for her having 
the effrontery to talk back to him in that tone of voice.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do," Faith answered hastily. "Look, 
you need the Gifts of Exodus to do whatever it is you're gonna do, 
right? And some of the gifts are still missing, right? Well, now 
that T knows about the Gifts of Exodus, she's gonna tell Red and B. 
They'll do the research thing, and Red's such a web-jockey that 
she'll probably find out where the missing gifts are. They'll go and 
find them, to keep them safe, and all we have to do is be there to 
swipe the Gifts from them. We're like that French guy from Raiders 
of the Lost Ark. Indiana Summers and her band of tomb raiders go 
through the temple to grab the idol, dodge the poison darts, the 
tarantulas and that giant stone ball, then once they clear the temple 
we take the idol from them."

Bester regarded Faith with a gimlet eye, his dark mind slowly 
measuring Faiths' words, considering her suggestion. Finally he 
gestured, and the invisible bonds loosened and slackened, dropping 
Faith to the floor in a disheveled heap. "Get up, Slayer," Bester 
barked at Faith, gesturing for Spike to join him as he strode out the 
door. "We have work to do."

Spike followed Bester out the door, but then turned toward Faith, his 
face contorting to its vampiric aspect, yellowing eyes regarding her 
like a vulture eyeing a buffalo's carcass. "One of these days, 
chippie," Spike growled snarkily, "Bester's not gonna be there to 
save you. And when that day comes, I'm gonna have me a real good 
time." He reverted to his human face, and departed after Bester.

Alone in the darkened room, Faith examined where the daggers had 
struck her. No stab wounds, no injuries, not so much as a paper 
cut. But they hurt like hell. Faith looked at the door, her eyes 
narrowing into hard slits. 

"I have got to get out of here," she whispered to herself. But she 
still didn't see a way to escape Bester's grasp.