Title: Repercussions, Reactions and Retaliation Book IV
Author: The Bear!
Spoilers: None really, this is in the Triadverse AU and follows RR&R Book III (it’s about a month later)
Pairing: Willow/Buffy/Tara Joyce/Giles Dawn/Xander Faith/Non-BtVS Characters
Summary: An enemy begins a campaign to bring down the Scoobies; plus, the Watcher’s Council is coming to town, but I repeat myself.
Warnings: NC17 (People will be having hot, sweaty, sticky, kinky, yummy sex in this story! (This chapter also has some smut in it.) If that offends you, feel free to PISS OFF)
Disclaimer: If I owned ‘em, they’d have to show it on the Xstasy Network.
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Chapter 3 concluded
Giles opened the door, allowing Joyce to precede him into their flat. He let out a small sigh, thinking, ‘She was too silent on the drive back. Clearly, something has disquieted her.’
For all his concern, he couldn’t help but smile as she immediately walked into the kitchen area and began to fill their tea-pot with water.
She set the pot on the stove and clicked it on. “And just what are you smiling at?” she asked after turning a glance his way. From her grin, the annoyance in her voice appeared to be mostly feigned.
“Making tea?” he observed lightly.
She scowled briefly at him before breaking into a chagrined smile. “Well...it’s soothing. Right now I think coffee would just make me tense.”
Giles laughed aloud at that.
“What?” she asked, sounding bewildered by his reaction.
He shook his head, still chuckling. “Not you, love. I just recalled a conversation between Xander and myself once...I said something nearly identical.”
“Hmm,” she said with a more genuine smile as she moved out of the kitchen to press herself against him. “I guess you’ve got me trained,” she purred.
‘Good heavens!’ he thought, feeling his body respond immediately. “Now, that is a decidedly pleasant mental image,” he flirted and then leaned down to softly kiss her.
One soft kiss lead to another and it was only when the teapot began to whistle that he realized how much time had passed.
“Hold that thought,” she whispered seductively.
‘Dear God!’ he thought as he watched her swaying backside. ‘She makes me feel as though I were once again a lad of eighteen!’
He sat down on the couch and watched as she went through the almost ritualistic motions of making tea the British way. ‘She has certainly picked that up rather well,’ he thought with pleasure. ‘I still remember the first time, when she asked where I kept my tea-bags!’
He smiled at the recollection. ‘I was horrified at the very thought! Bloody Americans, only barbarians would put rubbish in little bags and have the cheek to call it tea!’
She handed him his cup and then sat down beside him, leaning her back up against his chest and right side.
‘She does have it down,’ he thought happily as he sipped his tea.
They sat, drinking their tea in silence for a minute before he broached the earlier subject. “You seemed to be a bit unsettled as we returned home, Joyce,” he observed. “Would you care to talk about it?”
She sipped at her tea again for a moment before answering. “I guess I’m just a little bit anxious, Rupert,” she admitted with a sigh.
“Anxious?” he prompted gently when she didn’t continue.
“About Dawn...about her going back there,” she said softly.
‘No need to explain where ‘there’ might be,’ he mused.
“I can’t help but think of what happened to us, and the nightmares she’s had because of it,” she explained.
‘Such pain in your voice,’ Giles thought sadly. He gently hugged her with his right arm and then pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “I don’t know what to say, Joyce, except this: Should any danger arise while they’re away, I have every confidence that Xander will protect her with his very life.”
“I’d really rather that she not be in danger in the first place!” she complained. “It’s just so unfair!”
Giles set his tea down and began to stroke his lover’s hair. “Yes, it’s terribly unfair,” he said, trying to keep his voice soothing despite his own turmoil. “Bad enough that the Slayer must face the forces of darkness at such a young age...at least she is given the strength and skill to meet it on an even playing field. Dawn has no such luxury.”
“Is this supposed to be making me feel better?” Joyce asked with a laugh. “Buffy's right, you do suck at pep-talks.”
“*However,*” he went on, deliberately ignoring her snarkiness though he did smile at it. “She has no dearth of valiant and able protectors, all of whom will and do stand between her and such dangers.”
He pressed another kiss to her head, inhaling the scent of her hair with pleasure. “Also, Dawn is quite able in her own right. She may not be a Slayer, but she’s far more capable than any normal sixteen year-old girl.”
“I know, I know,” she sighed. “It’s just...I’m their mother. It’s my job to protect them, and I can’t!” she growled out.
‘Nothing I say to that will be of any help,’ Giles realized sadly. After a moment he perked up a bit with the thought, ‘However, perhaps I can find a method that doesn’t require words.”
Acting boldly, Giles reached around and took the teacup from her hands, setting it on the table to the side. Then he pulled her up into his lap and began to nuzzle and kiss her neck, his hands stroking up and down her arms.
“Wha...what are you doing?” she stammered.
“Well,” he spoke in a low voice, punctuating each few words with a kiss to her neck, moving toward her ear as he spoke, “As your lover...one of my duties...a most pleasant duty at that...is to...offer comfort...when you’re...distressed.”
He completed his thought by drawing her earlobe into his mouth and suckling it like a baby.
“Ohh!” she groaned in response.
‘Perhaps I should just take charge tonight...obviate any need to think on her part,’ he thought with warm caring, accompanied by a thrill of excitement.
Releasing her earlobe, Giles spoke in a low, commanding tone. “Go upstairs, take off all of your clothes and lay down on the bed.”
“Wha-what?” she stuttered.
“Shh,” he immediately interrupted. “Don’t speak, just do it. I want you naked on the bed, legs spread wide and hands holding onto the headboard.”
When she didn’t immediately move, he gently lifted her up, pushing her to a standing position.
She took two steps toward the stairs, and then hesitated, looking back over her shoulder at him with a question in her gaze.
“Go on, I’ll be along in a moment and I expect to find you waiting just as I’ve told you,” he said, quietly but firmly.
His eyes were glued to her mouth as she drew her lower lip into her mouth, biting gently. ‘Good Lord!’ he thought, barely restraining a grunt of lust when she whimpered softly and then fled up the stairs.
‘Good show, old man,’ he thought as he stood up. With a wince as he adjusted the uncomfortable bulge in his trousers he muttered aloud to himself, “Now lets see if you can live up to the promise!”
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Giles avoided meeting Joyce’s gaze as he puttered around the loft. He searched through the closet, thinking, ‘Something long and strong for her hands...something opaque for her eyes. Yes, these will do quite nicely.’
Turning back to the bed he paused for a moment to savor. “Absolutely lovely!” he sighed aloud. He then proceeded to use one scarf to tie her hands to the headboard, and the other he wrapped around her head and tied off to the side, blindfolding her.
She was trembling slightly as he reached out to touch her, stroking her from crotch to throat with a possessive touch.
“Rupert!” her response was a soft, breathy cry.
He immediately stilled her lips with a deep kiss. Once he’d pulled back, he instructed, “Don’t speak, don’t think, just enjoy my love.”
Standing upright, he began to disrobe. Almost as an after thought, he added, “Oh, do of course feel free to cry or scream, if the mood should strike you.”
She whimpered loudly and her hips bucked up off the bed slightly.
‘Oh yes, this is precisely what I had hoped for!’ he thought eagerly as he moved down to lie between her legs. With the first lick, her resulting groan was echoed by him. ‘Warm, slick...her scent! How did I ever live without this in my life for so long?’ he wondered as he suckled her in earnest. ‘Living...more likely simply existing. Yes, we may very well have saved the world numerous times, but it’s this; loving someone, pleasuring them and being pleasured in return...thi s is why the world is worth saving at all!’
Soon, Joyce’s hips were thrusting up, pushing her increasingly sloppy sex into his face. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pushing down with his hands to keep her still while he sucked hard on her clit, lashing it with his tongue as he strove to drive her over the edge for the first of many times this night.
She cried out wordlessly as her climax struck, and now he introduced three fingers up into her clenching sex, not letting up on her clit as he pushed her toward an even higher plateau of bliss.
“Rupert!” She shrieked, her hands straining at their bonds while her whole body jerked and spasamed. “Holy God!”
‘Yes indeed!’ he thought with pride as he pushed her toward another orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh Rupert, yes!” she shouted out loud, mere minutes later. Then with another wordless scream she came again, squeezing his fingers almost to the point of pain.
“Third time lucky!” he growled with a giant smile as he scrambled up to impale his turgid cock with one hard thrust.
Her scream cut off with a choking gasp as he set a spirited pace. He cut off any further vocalization with a deep, fiery kiss as he drove himself into her again and again.
“Dear God in Heaven, you are magnificent!” he grated out through clenched teeth when he felt his own release approaching. Joyce was either on her third, or her second had never truly abated as he felt her continuous throttlehold on his cock.
With a strangled cry, he came, his whole body clenching and his fast rhythm degenerating into a series of twitches and jerks.
After what felt like an eternity of rapture, he fell to the side, rolling her with him in order to remain buried within her as much as possible. He rested his forehead against hers, still covered by the scarf, and smiled broadly as he heard her panting, “Oh God! Oh God!” again and again.
‘Good show indeed!’ he thought, immensely satisfied.
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‘God Dawn, you’re killing me!’ Xander thought, not for the first time that night. She was shamelessly rubbing her ass against his crotch as they writhed among the sea of dancing bodies at the Bronze.
As the song wound down, she turned in his arms and pulled his head down for a quick kiss.
“Get some drinks, Sugar, I’ll be right back,” she breathed into his ear after the song ended.
“Drinks, right,” Xander muttered hoarsely. ‘As soon as I can walk again!’ he added sardonically to himself while she walked away from him towards the ladies-room. He slowly made his way to the bar, wincing slightly with each step as his trapped erection strained against the material of his jeans.
“Something’s gotta be wrong with me,” he groused while waiting for the bartender to work her way toward him. “I have no fricken control lately!”
As he worked his way back to the booth, he saw Dawn standing there, waiting for him with a smirk on her face and her hands behind her back. He groaned softly as his eyes took in her sexy outfit—pleated black miniskirt and midriff baring halter top. ‘Mmm, so much bare flesh—no wonder I have no control!’ he thought lustily.
“What?” he asked warily as he set the drinks down and notice her smirk growing larger.
“I brought you something, Sugar,” she crooned in a low voice.
“W-what?” he asked with combined trepidation and excitement.
“Sit down,” she instructed him.
Heart racing, he did as he was told. ‘I think I’m in trouble,’ he thought not unhappily.
She boldly straddled his lap, eliciting a growl from deep inside him. She moved her hands from behind her back and slid the left behind his head and into his hair. The right she brought up to his face and opened up right before his nose.
“Holy mother of God!” he gasped as the unmistakable scent hit him. A quick glance confirmed things, “You took off your panties?”
She nodded and said, “They’re soaked, Sugar! You got me so worked up out there...I have to have you, Xander. Right. Now.”
“Now?” he squeaked even as his body flooded with exhilaration. “Here?!”
“No one will know, Sugar,” she reassured him even as her left hand moved down his body, dropping the fragrant garment to the seat beside him and tracing her fingers over his zipper. “I already cast that same glamour I used in the car that time.”
“No one will see us speeding?” he blurted out, confused and distracted by her roving hand.
She giggled. “No one will see anything out of the ordinary,” she moaned softly, making the statement sound like the filthiest pillow-talk.
‘We can’t! We’ll get caught for sure! Arrested even!’ his mind protested even as he was nodding his head in agreement.
She smiled broadly and wasted no time unbuttoning and unzipping him. He whimpered like a little puppy as she pulled his already nearly erect cock out into the open. ‘This is so very wrong!’ his mind continued to protest. His face flushed hot as his libido clearly cast it’s vote in favor of the proceedings.
“God, Sugar you make me so damn hot!” Dawn growled, quickly spinning around to face away from him and then sinking herself down onto his lap.
“Ungh!” he grunted as he felt himself bottoming out deep inside his lover. “So damn good!”
“So full!” she gasped, her head falling back onto his shoulder. “Sugar, I love the way you fill me up!”
Fully on board now, Xander ignored the rest of the surroundings and concentrated on Dawn. He grabbed her waist and held her still as he slowly and deliberately pumped himself up into her wet heat.
After a couple minutes of blissful agony, Xander was startled out of his fugue state by Buffy's chirpy voice. “Hey guys, you finally get tired of dancing?”
‘Holy Crap!’ Xander thought, icy fear running through him as he froze still.
“Yeah, time to sit down and relax for a while,” Dawn said with only a slight tremor in her voice.
“Mmmhmm,” Buffy hummed in agreement. “I wanted to watch them for a while,” she said—nodding her head toward the dancefloor. Xander looked to see the two senior witches writhing together.
“Yeah, they look pretty hot out there!” Dawn agreed, simultaneously squeezing Xander’s flagging erection inside her and then grinding her ass into his crotch. He couldn’t help but whimper in response.
“Hey!” Buffy protested half-jokingly. “You two keep your dirty thoughts off of my girls!”
‘I’m so dead!’ Xander thought, thumping his head on the wall behind him as he felt his cock swell instantly back to full rigidity.
“Don’t worry, Buff!” Dawn said, rising up several inches and then dropping herself back down to fully envelop him again. “I’ve got what I want right here between my legs!”
“Eww, Dawn!” Buffy protested, no kidding in her tone this time. “I so didn’t need to hear that!”
‘Holy God in Heaven!’ Xander thought, aroused and embarrassed all at once. ‘This is so, *so* wrong! And I don’t think I’ve ever been hornier in my life!’
Dawn just giggled evilly and began riding him, with short but quick strokes.
‘I’m definitely a goner...but what a way to go!’ Xander thought with another strangled groan.
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As the song came to an end, Tara began to pull her witchy lover off of the dance floor. ‘Need to cool down a little,’ she thought.
“Mmm, you’re all flushed and sweaty!” Willow growled in her ear, pressing against her back and moving in lock step as they moved toward their table.
She shivered at the feel of Willow's tongue moving up her neck.
“Goddess I love the taste of you, Tara!” Willow said low and hot in the blonde’s ear. “Makes me want to crawl under that table and eat you till you scream!”
“Willow!” Tara admonished softly, the mental image filling her with lust. ‘This is not helping me cool down!’ she thought, her exasperation heavily tempered with desire.
“Sorry Baby,” Willow apologized.
‘Oh, that was sincere!’ Tara thought sarcastically, a smile nevertheless coming to life on her face.
“You’re just so darned hot! I can’t help myself,” Willow continued, her voice clearly unrepentant.
As they approached the table, Tara locked eyes with her other lover and saw an equal amount of desire there. ‘Goddess, I hope we at least make it to the van before they ravish me!’ she thought, any lingering aggravation melting completely away by the sexual heat both her lovers were broadcasting.
Willow moved to take up a space next to Buffy. ‘Practically *on* Buffy!’ Tara thought indulgently. “So beautiful!” she whispered at the sight of her lovers kissing passionately.
Her eyes moved to the table’s other occupants briefly. “Hi guys,” she said perfunctorily before her attention snapped back to her girls.
“Hey,” Dawn’s reply barely registered.
“Mmm, sexy girls!” she growled, sitting to snuggle up against Willow, while reaching around to stroke various bits of Buffy's barely-covered flesh.
“Hmm, that’s funny,” Willow muttered, causing Tara to pull back and look directly at her.
‘Funny? Not what I was going for...’ Tara thought, slightly disgruntled. ‘What’s she looking at?’ she wondered, taking in the red-head’s focus on the couple across from them.
Tara cast another brief glance at Dawn and Xander before her eyes once again focused on Willow's face. “What?” she asked softly.
Willow's eyes suddenly widened and she made a surprised gasp. “Glamour!” she whispered.
Tara once again turned to look at the couple across from her. “I don’t see,” she began, her attention immediately returning to the redhead. Then it struck her. ‘She’s right!’ she realized. She forced herself to focus on Dawn and Xander and pushed through the glamour’s effect on her.
Tara’s shocked gasp coincided with Willow's loud moan.
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‘This is so naughty!’ Dawn thought, incredible heat pouring through her as she made love to Xander right in front of her sister and fellow witches. ‘I’m a bad, bad girl! Oh but it feels so damn good!’ she thought, the embarrassment making her that much hotter.
More shame and lust flowed through her as she watched the three women across from her grope and kiss one another. ‘Seeing this shouldn’t be turning me on even more...oh who am I kidding?’ she tacitly admitted to herself.
Her eyes remaining on the trio before her, she leaned back to whisper to Xander, “God, you’re so fricken huge inside me Sugar! I feel like I could split right in two!”
His verbal response was a low growl. His fingers were more articulate, as she felt his hand move down from her waist and then back up under her short skirt to manipulate her clit.
“Guh...God!” she stammered. “So good!”
“And the view ain’t bad, huh?” his voice was a low rumble in her ear.
‘So busted!’ she thought, even more shame, embarrassment and lust pouring through her.
“You’re soaking wet, Dawn!” Xander’s voice continued, low and filled with excitement.
‘Oh, I’m gonna explode!’ she thought, feeling her orgasm build to epic proportions.
Just then, Willow's gasp refocused Dawn’s attention. Meeting the redhead’s eyes, she knew. ‘She sees us!’
Willow moaned loudly and Dawn felt herself shatter. “Xander!” She squealed—silence impossible as her whole body shook with release.
“Love you!” he grunted and she could feel him spurting powerfully inside her.
Post-coital bliss made Dawn feel like a limp noodle as her body collapsed and molded itself against her lover.
She couldn’t help but chuckle weakly as Tara’s voice took on full dominance. “Van! Now!” she commanded.
“Goddess yes!” Willow grunted, practically leaping from her seat, her eyes still locked on Dawn’s.
“Wow, what’s got in to you two?” Buffy asked almost innocently, appearing slightly embarrassed at her lover’s brazenness. Nevertheless, she quickly followed, tossing a perfunctory “See ya!” over her shoulder as she left.
“We’re so busted!” Dawn pouted. ‘Not sorry we did it, only that we got caught,’ she qualified silently.
“Was it just Will and Tara, or everybody?” Xander asked, panting slightly.
“Oh, just them. Everyone else is still totally clueless,” she reassured him.
“Good!” he growled. “I think that might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, Dawn!”
“You’re not mad?” she whispered in relief.
“For you, not at you,” he said cryptically.
“Huh?” she asked confused. “Oh!” she grunted as he let his body clarify the statement, thrusting back up into her strongly once again.
“Love you, Kitten!” he growled as their bodies made wet, slapping noises with each meeting. “So damn much!”
“Yes, Sugar, Yes!” Dawn cried softly in response, ignoring the crowd and focusing her attention completely on her love.
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‘She was looking right at me!’ Willow's mind was stuck on the image of Dawn as she came, staring right into her own eyes.
The slamming of the van’s door shook her out of her stupor, but did nothing to calm her lust as she looked into Tara’s eyes. ‘Goddess, she’s just as turned on by it as I am!’
“Slayer, I need you!” Tara growled, quickly shucking her skirt and panties at the same time. She didn’t even bother to remove her top, but immediately lay down and spread her legs open.
“Mmm, naked Buffy!” Willow thought hungrily, noticing that the Slayer had managed to disrobe entirely before Tara had fully settled.
“Yes Mistress!” Buffy answered Tara’s command, obviously getting into the spirit of things even if she didn’t necessarily understand why. Within seconds the petite blonde was noisily eating out her Mistress.
‘I love being us!’ the happy thought popped into Willow's mind as she too began to get out of her clothes.
“Sweetie, why don’t you park yourself right here and let me taste that willowy goodness?” Tara said seductively, tapping a finger at her lips to indicate where she wanted the redhead. “Oh, and I’m sure Buffy will let you cum right after she makes me cum, right Slayer?”
“MmmHmm!” the aforementioned Slayer hummed against Tara’s sex.
“Oh thank you, Milady, thank you Mistress!” Willow gushed eagerly as she moved to straddle her lover’s face. She let out a small squeal of delight as Tara reached around her legs and roughly jerked her down to meet her mouth.
“Beautiful!” Willow sighed at the vision before her, Buffy enthusiastically licking and sucking Tara’s shiny/wet pussy. The blonde witch’s eager tongue against her own soaked sex was equally enthralling.
After a few minutes of fervent cunnilingus, Willow's eyes slipped shut, despite the riveting view. ‘I can’t believe how hot Dawn looked,’ the thought came unbidden, though not entirely unwelcome. ‘So passionate, and so wanton! Even with the glamour...to do it right there in the bronze!’
She felt her orgasm threatening to erupt and her eyes snapped open in horror. She viciously clamped down on her body’s desire to cum, thinking, ‘Goddess, I almost...and before Tara! What’s wrong with me!?’
Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Tara began to buck and scream against Willow's pussy and the redhead immediately came with a wordless cry. ‘Oh I’m such a bad pet!’ she thought with shame and lust combined. ‘Naughty thoughts of my Mistress’ sister making me lose control like that! Thank the goddess that they didn’t decide to make me wait u ntil after Buffy...I would be in *so* much trouble!’
“Mistress, may I?” she panted, eager with both lust and guilt to service the Slayer.
“God yes!” Buffy nearly shouted, flipping like a gymnast to go from lying on her stomach to reclining on her elbows, knees spread incredibly wide in preparation.
‘One Buffy-rocket-to-paradise coming up!’ she thought as she crawled over Tara’s body to reach her Mistress.
“Mmm!” she hummed loudly against her lover as she began to plow her tongue along Buffy's furrowed flesh. ‘Love this! Love you Mistress!’ she thought happily.
Not long after she’d begun to work on her Mistress, Willow was startled by the sudden burst of pain on her left butt-cheek.
“Your pet’s been a very naughty girl, Slayer!” Tara’s voice was just loud enough for Willow to make out.
‘Oh yes, very naughty,’ Willow thought with relief and excitement as Tara continues to spank her ass hard. Any thoughts of lusting after Dawn washed away as Willow lost herself in the combined sensation of receiving her just punishment while servicing her Mistress.
‘Yours, yours. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,’ her mind chanted as her consciousness slipped away into subspace.
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‘Mmm, yes...this part is the part I love so very much!’ Willow thought as she became aware of her surroundings. “Nestled between two sexy blondes!” she mumbled with a wide smile.
“Welcome back Willow,” Buffy whispered softly in her ear while on the other side of her Tara’s chuckles elicited warm feelings.
“Mmm, love you Mistress Buffy, love you Milady Tara!” she crooned joyfully.
“Love you too, sweetie!” Tara cooed right back.
“Love you both so much!” Buffy answered.
They lay silently in bliss for only a moment before Buffy asked, “Now—not that I ever mind making love to you two—but can somebody tell me why we suddenly ran out on Dawn and Xander like that?”
‘Uh oh!’ Willow thought.
“Um...well,” Tara began hesitantly.
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“Van’s still here,” Xander noted as he and Dawn walked across the parking lot toward his SUV.
“Guess we inspired them,” Dawn said with an unrepentant smirk.
“Uh huh, just be glad Buffy couldn’t see past your spell!” Xander chided, though he was unable to entirely keep the grin off of his face.
They were just closing the doors to the Yukon when the relative quiet in the parking lot was suddenly pierced by an outraged shout.
“*They were what!?*”
“Uh, was that...” Xander began, a cold chill running through him.
“Oh yeah,” Dawn interjected. “Time to leave, as in right now!” she added urgently.
“Good plan!” Xander agreed, starting the engine, dropping the transmission into gear and flooring it.
The truck surged up over the concrete parking blocks and down over the curb onto the street.
“That was close. Good thing we took your truck!” Dawn said as they accelerated down the street.
“Yep,” Xander agreed.
After a moment, Dawn again spoke. “You know what?”
“Hmm?” he responded.
“It was still worth it,” Dawn said firmly.
“Oh yeah!” he agreed.
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