Fic: RR&R Book IV (7b/?) NC17 see header for pairings

Chapter 7 Continued...

“You know what sounds even better?” Tara asked, coming to a decision. “Both.”

Buffy had a slightly confused look on her face so Tara clarified. “On your knees, Slayer!” she commanded even as she quickly undid the buttons on her skirt.

By the time Tara had her skirt and panties off; Buffy was already completely naked, on her knees, hands clasped behind her and her head down in the submissive position.

‘Oh my, it’s *good* to be the queen!’ Tara thought, suppressing a giggle.

She sat down on the edge of the couch and lay back while spreading her knees apart. “Alright, Slayer, get over here and make me see stars!” she instructed.

‘Goddess, I love this so much!’ she exulted as her pet’s tongue swiped her inner thighs, quickly moping up the liquor that had already seeped from her sex before getting to the ‘main event’ as it were.

Tara groaned appreciatively as her pet wasted no time teasing, but immediately buried her tongue deep inside, lapping and stroking—doubtless seeking to induce the requested ‘seeing of stars.’ ‘Mine!’ she thought possessively as she grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and pulled the Slayer tight to her center.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Tara growled as she rubbed herself against her Slayer’s face, using her like a living sex toy. ‘Whaddya know, stars!’ she had the incongruous thought as she came with a strangled cry.

She had to blink her eyes for several moments before she could refocus on anything but the bursting lights that came from squeezing her eyes shut so hard. Another moment passed as the roar of her heartbeat pounding in her ears quieted down to normal.

Little trembles of pleasure shook her and she realized her pet was still gently lapping at her vulva. “Good girl,” she said with a sigh. “Come up here,” she added, pulling at the thick plait of hair still in her fist.

‘Mmm I taste good on you,’ she thought naughtily as she slowly, deeply kissed her lover. Her eyes slipped shut and lassitude began to overtake her as her pet kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck. ‘Such a good pet,’ she thought happily.

Her eyes shot open a moment later and she gasped aloud as Buffy suddenly latched on to her neck and bit down while sucking hard.

‘Goddess it’s been so long!’ she thought with both joy and playful outrage as the Slayer renewed the mark that had faded almost completely. ‘Oh I am going to enjoy paddling your ass for that!’ she thought with a wide, teeth-baring grin on her face.

The moment Buffy released her, Tara grabbed her hair and pulled her head up to meet her gaze. “You know you’re going to pay for that, don’t you?” she inquired semi-rhetorically.

“Oh yes, Mistress!” Buffy replied with a shuddering voice.

“Then get in the bedroom and assume the position over your chair!” Tara commanded.

“Yes Mistress!” Buffy replied happily, scrambling to do as bid.

Tara slowly climbed to her feet, giving her wobbly knees a moment to steady under her. ‘Oh what she does to me!’ she thought, shaking her head ruefully even as she smiled with pleasure. Her smile turned into an impish grin as she removed her top and bra, casually tossing them to the floor. “I’ll make Buffy clean up later,” she said with a giggle.

She walked into their bedroom and forced herself to—outwardly at least—ignore the sight of her pet. ‘As if I could ever really overlook that!’ she thought as she peripherally observed Buffy, bent over the back of ‘her chair.’ The petite blonde had to stand almost on tiptoes to get over the back and grab onto the seat of the simple wooden chair.

‘Third one,’ Tara turned away to hide her smile as she recalled how an overly-amorous Slayer had torn apart the first two chairs they’d acquired in a lustful frenzy before Willow had suggested a little magical modification to make the third one ‘Slayer-proof.’

Tara moved to the side of the room and opened the ‘toy-box’ with a slight blush staining her features. ‘I remember when this was actually just a box,’ she thought as she opened up the doors of the seven foot tall, five foot wide armoire.

She absently grabbed her custom-fitted harness and donned it as her gaze perused the ‘implements of correction. ‘Hmm, the paddle is a given,’ she thought as she selected Buffy's favorite—the one the Slayer had presented to her at the very beginning of their ‘game.’

‘Which one for after, though,’ she mused as she looked over the variety of harness-capable dildos they’d collected. As her eyes reached the one they’d dubbed Witch-Slayer she was suddenly filled with a tingling rush. ‘Oh I couldn’t...could I?” she wondered. ‘Only Willow can take that monstrosity...though, Buffy is the Slayer—’

Almost of their own accord, her hands reached out and took hold the giant fake-phallus. Her pulse rose significantly as she fitted the base to her harness. ‘Oh goddess!’ she gasped at the sight of the enormous appendage jutting forth from the lowest part of her pelvis. Fresh sweat beaded up along her hairline and she felt in a daze as she approached her pet from behind.

“Slayer, tell me your safeword,” she demanded in a raspy voice.

“Angelus, my Mistress,” Buffy immediately complied, though the question was evident in her voice. Tara had never before asked that of her pet in the midst of play.

Tara slowly walked around the tanned blonde until her choice in toys came into line of sight.

Buffy gasped loudly.

“Do you need to use your safeword pet?” Tara asked with deliberate gentleness.

“Oh God...oh God,” Buffy softly panted, likely not even aware of her verbalization.

“Slayer, do you need to use your safeword,” Tara again asked, her own respiration increasing it’s tempo to match Buffy's.

Buffy paused another moment, and then gave a tiny shake of her head.

Heat ran through Tara’s body at the capitulation, and her legs nearly gave way. “Ten hard swats,” she managed to speak with only a slight tremor. “You’ll count them out,” she added as she walked around to stand behind and just left of her pet.

“Yes Mistress,” Buffy answered, her own voice not nearly as steady.

Tara swung the paddle with nearly all her might, knowing even her best—unless aided by magic—wouldn’t really harm her incredible pet.

“One!” Buffy screamed out, apparently surprised.

Tara kept each swat in nearly the same spot, creating a wide, hot red stripe right where she knew it would have the most contact with her leather-clad pelvis when she slid her strap-on into the Slayer’s increasingly wet sex.

“Ten! Thank you Mistress!” Buffy screeched out after the last.

“Tara waited just a moment, still a little intimidated by the enormity of what she was about to put into her lover.

‘Why, that little vixen!’ she thought with a grin as Buffy went onto tip-toes to thrust her ass up and down, ‘she’s practically begging me!’

‘Well, who am I to deny the chosen one?’ she thought, grabbing Buffy's hips and pushing into her lover with one rapid thrust.

“Holy God Mistress!” Buffy let out a shriek as Tara bottomed out, slapping against the red stripe left by the paddle.

Tara paused again for just a moment. A broad, happy smile grew on her face when Buffy once again did not take advantage of the moment to use her safe word. “Love you Slayer!” she cried, then immediately set a fast pace of short strokes, making sure to slap against that heated line with each thrust.

‘Goddess I’m going to cum!’ she realized with surprise. Normally the minimal stimulation on her clit from the harness wasn’t sufficient to push her into orgasm, but this entire scene had her in a hyper-excited state. “Cum pet!” she shouted even as the tremors of pleasure began to ripple through her body.

Buffy's scream as she obeyed was drowned out by the loud crack of splintering wood.

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“You died?” Willow's question came out as a high-pitched squeak.

‘Me and my big mouth!’ Dawn chastised herself

“You know what we need to do?” Xander said, ignoring the redhead’s question.

“What’s that Xan?” Dawn asked, happy to support her boyfriend’s attempt to change the subject.

“We need to get rid of these guys and get some sleep,” Xander said. “This has been a really, really long day...for both of us.”

“It really has,” Dawn said with a weary sigh.

“You can’t just get rid of us,” the man on the couch interjected, sounding agitated. “There’s a dead body here, and even if it was self-defense,” his voice sounded skeptical.

“Hey!” Dawn exclaimed. “It *was* self-defense! Ask her if you don’t believe me,” she added, pointing toward the redheaded CSI who suddenly cowered into the corner of the couch.

‘Damn, she is way afraid of me,’ Dawn thought somewhat guiltily.

“Any death under suspicious circumstances has to be investigated; all the questions have to be answered.” he said as though she hadn’t even spoken. “And, I have a lot of questions.”

«What if there was no body?» Xander’s question washed through her mind.

“Hold on there, buster!” Willow apparently found her voice. “You died? How did you die and why aren’t you not alive anymore? I mean, not that I’m not happy to see you not dead, 'cause I am! In fact the thought of you being not alive is upsetting in general and even more so in specific—that being that you actually did die,”

‘Oh God, poor Willow,’ Dawn thought, knowing exactly how the redhead must feel. ‘Xander dead is a very upsetting thing, kinda like being stabbed through the heart with a sharpened 2x4.’

“Hey now,” Xander said soothingly, pulling his best friend since childhood into his arms, whereupon she immediately began to weep against his chest.

“Shh, it’s ok Will. I’m here, I’m alive,” Xander murmured, sounding on the verge of crying himself.

‘That’s the sweetest thing,’ Dawn thought—not feeling any jealousy, but rather sympathy and love for both her lover and her dear friend.

“Um, can I ask how is it exactly that you aren’t dead anymore?” the brunette on the couch spoke up hesitantly.

“No,” Xander answered her curtly, not even turning to look at the couch. His voice dropped to a soft whisper as he spoke again to Willow, “Hey Will, how about we get rid of these guys and then we can talk about...um...the other stuff, 'kay?”

Willow stepped back slightly, sniffling loudly. “Okay,” she said softly, clearly still overcome by emotion. “Um...how do we?” she trailed off, nodding her head toward the three crime scene investigators sitting on the couch.

Xander reached out to Dawn and drew her in toward himself and Willow so they were huddled very closely together.

Dawn hugged Willow to her side, giving her a sympathetic look, and was rewarded by a teary smile.

“Well, the way I figure it—no body, no investigation, right?” Xander whispered.

“How do we get rid of, um...it?” Dawn asked quietly. Another thought struck her and she added, “And how do we keep the three stooges over there from, you know, getting in the way?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Willow said with a more substantial grin. “They’re not still sitting on the couch just 'cause it’s comfy.”

‘Nice,’ Dawn thought, giving her magical mentor a proud smile.

“Hey,” Willow interjected, sounding like an idea had just struck her. “Do you two think you could do that fire thing again?”

Xander shrugged, looking toward Dawn.

“Um,” she temporized, thinking about it as she reached out magically, testing her energy. “Yeah,” she answered, surprised by what she found. “In fact, I feel like I’ve got a lot more than I usually have.”

“Hmm,” Willow hummed with a thoughtful frown. She looked back and forth between her and Xander for a moment as though considering something. Finally she shook her head slightly and said, “We can look into that later, right now, if you can do it—I think that would be plenty hot to, um...get rid of...the problem.”

“Burn it?” Xander sounded skeptical. “I hate to be the naysayer here, but I gotta say nay—people are gonna notice that smell, plus we’ll set off the smoke alarms for sure. Even if we burn it beyond recognition, it’s still gonna, you know, be a dead body—just a char-broiled one,” he added with a grimace.

“No!” Willow whispered excitedly. “I’m not sure how you managed not to set the building on fire with that stuff, I mean it was seriously hot! If you can create that fire, and...well...apply it to that, uh, the body,” her face fell as she trailed off, apparently upset at the concept of the dead body.

“What Will?” Xander prompted.

“Oh, yeah,” Willow refocused on the subject. “It wouldn’t just burn, I’m pretty sure there’s enough energy in that fire to completely destroy it, like on a molecular level—not even ash would be left.”

“I don’t have that kind of power?” Dawn said questioningly, amazed at the concept.

“I was surprised too,” Willow answered. “It didn’t radiate any heat at all, but when I reached into it to get to you two, I had to up my shielding higher than I’ve ever done before! It was like the fire kept the energy self contained unless something came into physical contact with it, and then it was like touching the sun!”

“Wow!” Dawn sighed, amazed. “I never...just...wow!”

“My amazing Kitten,” Xander said with naked pride on his face, causing her to blush.

«Mmm, we get rid of these clowns and I’ll show you amazing!» she thought to him.

“Uh, off topic?” Willow interjected.

‘Oops!’ Dawn thought, looking over to see the redhead blushing hotly.

“We’re gonna have to work on some kind of privacy shield or something,” Dawn muttered, looking at Xander ruefully.

«If she’s gonna eavesdrop, she’s gonna just have to deal with what she hears,» Xander thought to her with a salacious grin.

“Hey!” Willow hissed. “I’m not eavesdropping, you two are just broadcasting too loud!”

“Anyway,” Dawn chuckled. “Let’s get this done and get rid of these people!”

“Right,” Xander agreed.

As one, the three of them broke apart. Dawn stepped toward the body and stared at it for a moment. ‘Hmm, still no guilt,’ she thought as she pondered the situation. ‘God help me, I’m actually glad he’s dead.’

She raised her hands slightly, confidently reaching for her new-found power as she did.

She got a nasty surprise.

“What the?” she muttered in shock. ‘It’s gone!’ she thought, turning to look at Willow bewilderedly.

The redhead just nodded. “I thought so,” she said as though that explained everything.

“You thought so?” Dawn demanded. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Xan, go hold Dawn,” Willow instructed. At his questioning look, she added, “Just stand behind her and hug her to you.”

He shrugged and silently moved behind her.

The moment his arms wrapped around her, Dawn felt that deep well of power suddenly appear.

“It’s us!” she said incredulously. «Xander, it’s us!»

«What is?» he silently asked.

«The power, it’s not me, it’s us!» she thought excitedly at him.

“Really?” he said with awe in his voice. “Cool!”

“What are you doing,” the man on the couch questioned, sounding suddenly distressed.

Unable to help herself, Dawn looked over at him with a smirk. “No body, no crime,” she answered.

“No crime, no investigation,” Xander added with an equal smirk in his voice.

“No investigation, no annoying crime-scene investigators,” Willow's sardonic quip completed the thought.

Before anyone else could comment, Dawn unleashed the green fire that was somehow a product of her connection with Xander. It enveloped her hands, and she then directed it toward the body.

The three on the couch gasped as a sheet of green flame laid upon the corpse for a moment, and then collapsed as though under the influence of gravity. Once it reached the floor, it disappeared, leaving behind empty space as though nothing had been there in the first place. There wasn’t even a wisp of smoke, or a spot of ash left behind to commemorate the fact that a man had died in that spot.

«Don’t forget the gun,» Xander’s thought reminded her.

“Right,” she said, again casting out the energy from her hands to erase the gun from existence. ‘Wow!’ she thought, amazed at what she’d just done.

«I second that ‘wow’,» she heard Xander’s agreement.

“Time for you three to go, I think.” Willow's voice brooked no argument.

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