|By : KyliaQuilor|
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Disclaimer: Not mine
This chapter will contain D/s, Bondage, Praise Kink and Orgasm Denial
And also way more plot, such as it is, than I ever would have expected.
Thanks again to Luca/Demon of Puns for beta-reading
The Nymph's Kiss
Chapter 3: She's Mine
Morning after with Faith had been nearly as pleasant as the night before - she'd eaten Faith out, as demanded, but the other girl had proceeded to fuck her again with the strap for a quickie - that didn't leave Amy boneless and unable to move, at least - and then she'd kicked Amy out.
But Amy knew full well she had Faith hooked. She had the first member of her harem, and she'd felt the power in her from it. Amy spent the day with the spell to tell who might be interested in girls, and who wasn't active all day. Cordelia, Amy already knew about, and the former Cordette Aphrodesia as well.
A few other girls Amy wasn't even sure she knew the names of glowed too, and Amy found herself annoyed as hell there were apparently a lot more closeted gay or bi girls in the school than she'd thought. But then, if I'd known there were these girls... Amy would never have gone hunting for a spell, and then'd never have found Kalistrate's book.
Still, even though Amy (and not just for her change in wardrobe, which was as close to the limits of the dress code as could be allowed) was getting looks from men - and from any woman that was even a little bit glowing under the light of the spell - she had her eyes constantly searching for one specific target.
If Cordelia of all people can secretly be into girls, then there's-
Amy blinked as a bright white light that nearly blinded her walked out of the computer science room. She dropped the spell, blinking repeatedly, trying to get a look at the person who had -
Amy stared, then did a double take, looking away and looking back.
The other girl, the one Amy had had a crush on before she'd even realized she liked girls, was there, not just into girls, but very into girls if that spell had anything to say about it.
Yes! Amy had hoped to her Goddess this was the case, for a long time, and now she had proof. She just had to get Willow to -
And then Amy's eyes passed over to the person standing next to Willow, holding her hand.
In of himself, Amy had no problem with Oz. He wasn't much of a bad guy, really, and when things had seemed like Willow was probably straight, Amy had reasoned Oz was about the best guy in the school she could have had, for her.
The times when Amy thought maybe, just maybe, she had a chance with Willow, she had felt seething, angry jealousy that had made her want to curse the guitarist with something suitably nasty. Like... impotence, or boils on the face. Or maybe boils on his dick.
And now I know I do...
The seething, suddenly hot jealousy wasn't there. She saw the way Willow and Oz were all couple-y, and she-
I don't like it, but it's not making me so angry. It's more-
"Amy, something wrong?" Oz asked, pulling Amy out of her head.
"Hm? What - no." Amy lied, quickly, easily, pulling away to look at Oz and Willow's faces as she spoke.
"You were just staring really intently at us there for a moment," Oz observed, his usual chill, cool tone. If I gave him boils in his dick, he'd probably stop being chill. But Amy found herself not wanting to do that. Maybe hex him a little, but...
I suppose getting laid has probably mellowed me out. Amy considered. Or maybe it was just the fact that she knew she could steal Willow from Oz.
"No, sorry, I was just kind of lost in thought." She looked over at Willow. "You look nice today." Amy added, making it seem like a sudden casual thought. She was wearing a red shirt, long sleeves, and red corduroy pants, an outfit she'd seen on the other girl before. Somehow, she made wearing all that red work well with her red hair.
"I - Thanks," Willow said, biting her lip a little and looking away. Amy resisted the urge to smirk, knowing that the pheromone spell - which she'd only cast at a muted level as she'd come in this morning - was having an effect. The other witch swallowed and looked back at Amy. "I - you look - you look different?"
"What gave it away, the skirt that's shorter than the cheerleading outfit, or my top that rides the rules about 'not showing cleavage' like a unicycle on a trapeze wire?" Amy asked, grinning. She gestured to herself as she spoke, drawing attention to her low-cut top, that like the one she'd worn last night, was skin-tight. Unlike last night, the neckline was a bit higher, she was wearing a bra, and her skirt wasn't a miniskirt, but it was still pretty short.
"They do present a pretty striking change for you." Oz pointed out, Willow was still looking her over and flushing.
"True, but after the..." she lowered her voice a little, "explosive night I had last night..." Amy shrugged. "I felt like a change."
"Explosive?" Willow leaned in, curiosity and a desire she didn't understand enticing her in.
"You have lunch next too, right?" Amy asked, gesturing towards the doors. "I can tell you on the way to the Happy Burger. My treat." She gestured to both of them, not minding Oz coming along.
There was something...
Hot about watching the pheromones do their work on Willow right under Oz's nose.
"I could eat a burger," Oz shrugged.
"Sure," Willow agreed, and they headed for the doors outside, stepping out onto the front steps. "So like - you had a date last night? With smoochies? Was it Michael Czajak? I kinda thought you two-"
"Oh god no, not Czajak," Amy shook her head, trying not to let her disgust show on her face or voice. No reason to let anyone know she had firsthand experience with how unsatisfying he was in bed.
"What's wrong with Michael?" Willow protested, proving Amy hadn't quite succeeded at holding herself back there. "He helped with the spell for Buffy, you know, back before the Hansel and Gretel demon-" Willow furrowed her brow.
Amy laughed, realizing Willow had misunderstood the meaning behind her tone. As a person, Michael wasn't that bad.
"No, no I -" Amy hesitated a moment, wondering why she was suddenly so willing to just say this. I mean, I know that Willow has it in her to like girls, but there are other people, any of them could here it and yet-
Amy wasn't actually that worried about saying it.
I guess everything's more in perspective now.
"What I meant was 'god no, not Czajak' because he's a guy." Amy finished. "I don't like guys."
"Does that mean - you're - you're gay!" Willow's voice raised a bit as she said that, sounding surprised - but thankfully, not disgusted, or offended. Just shocked. Probably hasn't thought about her own orientation...
Amy wasn't totally sure how the spell worked, but honestly, given how bright Willow had glowed, it almost seemed like Willow wasn't just bi, but completely, 110% gay. If brightness actually was based on that.
But she does seem annoyingly happy with Oz.
"Yeah." Amy grinned, not caring in the slightest other people were hearing this, and a few were even stopping and listening in.
"I - well - congratulations!" Willow offered, "for - I mean - coming out. It's-" Willow cut herself off. "Sorry, not trying to be -"
"You're fine." Amy reassured her, smiling.
"Always good to be yourself," Oz nodded, not particularly reacting. It would have made her life easier if Oz had said something homophobic, or something that might have made Willow think twice about her relationship.
"Still, it's not easy to just... come out." Willow noted, "It means a lot you trust us enough to come out to us."
"I'm tired of hiding it." Amy admitted, as they stepped beyond the bounds of the school and started for the Happy Burger. "I was at the Bronze last night, looking around..." she chuckled, "wishing a few of the hot girls there were gay," Amy explained, and Willow flushed. "Or at least, if I knew they were. There's probably a few others in the closet here at school."
"Well, statistically, speaking, that does make sense-" Willow started.
"It does. But then this girl rescues me from some really awkward flirting from Scott Hope," she rolled her eyes, and Willow frowned at the mention of the boy who had dated Buffy briefly. "She was..." Amy's expression grew a little distant, "She's hot. Dark hair, long, wore these tight leather pants. Had the attention of everyone in the Bronze and she decided I was the one she wanted to dance with." Amy acted as though she was surprised,
"Started flirting, and I - she could just tell... I guess she had working gaydar or something." Amy shrugged. "But... yeah, she started talking about being able to rock my world and..." Amy grinned. "Oh god yes, did she."
Willow was flushing, and looked a combination of just a tiny bit uncomfortable, happy for her, and curious. Then she furrowed her brow, "Wait... dark hair, tight leather pants?" Willow looked over at Oz, who raised an eyebrow at her wordlessly. Willow looked back at Amy. "Was she - was she all... cleavagey slut-bomb? Boston accent?"
"I take it you know Faith, then," Amy couldn't tell if Willow was jealous, envious or just judgemental with her comment about Faith being a 'clevagey slut-bomb'. Though Amy could certainly appreciate why someone would call Faith that. Amy lowered her voice a little, "So like... what is she then?" Amy hadn't asked Faith why she was so unusually strong. Faith clearly hadn't been one for sharing. "Because when she first pinned me against the wall, I was..." Amy grimaced, "I was afraid she was a vampire, with how strong and fast she was."
Then Amy laughed, brushing away a bit of concealer on her neck, "But she was just giving me a hickey, not actually drinking my blood, so clearly not a vampire."
"...no, no, Faith's not a vampire," Willow agreed after a moment. "She's a Slayer."
"...I thought Buffy was the Slayer. And while it's not like I read a lot on it, I thought there was only one Slayer at a time? Buffy's not dead."
"Oh, no, she's not." Willow agreed, "But she was!"
"Someone raised her from the dead?!" Amy was all for playing around with magic some people might consider dangerous, but resurrecting the dead-
"Only if CPR counts," Oz commented.
"Remember the vampires that attacked the Spring Fling Sophmore year?" Amy nodded at Willow's question. "Well, she got drowned, briefly, and then got CPR. So she was clinically dead for a few seconds."
"Huh. I suppose magic can be pretty literal sometimes." Amy shrugged. They were in front of the Happy Burger now, and Amy decided to let off on the pheromones for a moment, since she was actually hungry.
Besides, she'd planted the seed in Willow's mind.
I'm going to make Willow come to me...
Given how long she'd spent crushing on Willow before, Amy was surprised by own reactions, and her restraint. She could have any even remotely interested girl in Sunnydale, at this point, and here she was, playing a long - or at least, longish - game with Willow.
It's also kind of counterproductive, since more sex with more people means more magical power. But she wanted to do this right, and really sway Willow, make the other girl come to her. Make the other girl beg for her touch. There was something about the thought in her head, Willow, on her knees before Amy...
And so, the games had begun.
Keeping the pheromones going whenever she was around Willow was easy - and she could see their effect. Willow, around her, would be more attentive, lean in, often finding herself squirming in what Amy knew was an attempt to get comfortable in her arousal. Willow had even started dressing a little differently - the redhead didn't exactly have anything 'sexy' or 'revealing' in her closet, but her clothing was just a little tiny bit more revealing -not enough to be a real change in her style, but enough for Amy to notice.
Willow's clothes were less oversized, less designed to hide her body. The style was still distinctly Willow, but...
Amy had found excuses to brush up against Willow a few times, or brush 'dandruff' off her shoulder, or off the collar of her shirt. The other witch would move in towards her touch, unconsciously, but reacting nonetheless. Twice in the week, Willow came over for them to do magic practice, and Amy picked spells that would require them to hold hands as they performed the rituals. Both times, Willow had lingered before pulling her hands away, the second time had been longer than the first. Amy had used those two times well, dressing even more provocative in private with only Willow for company, usually not bothering with a bra, wearing a long skirt with long slits along the sides, or a pair of shorts that barely deserved the name, as well as shirts that fit like a glove, had low-cut collars, and showed a hint of midriff.
It was a bit ridiculous - but Amy felt no shame or embarrassment around it as she showed off, enticing Willow just a little more.
Of course, pheromones hadn't been the only way that Amy was going to make Willow come to her. Willow, in all the years Amy had known her, was not exactly... in touch with her own sexuality. She was pretty sure the other girl was still a virgin, despite dating Oz for a year (and commendable that a bad guy like Oz was willing to wait, Amy had to admit), and Willow still got horribly flustered at the hinting of sex and sexuality, tongue-tied. Prudish wouldn't be the right word, but it was in the neighborhood.
Willow still had the idea that there was a certain 'naughtiness' to sex and arousal, even if she didn't think of it as 'bad' or 'immoral', per se.
And Willow would need that extra push to either leave Oz... or cheat on him. Both ideas were enticing to Amy, and she couldn't tell which one she preferred. Yes, she didn't resent Oz the same way, but he had what Amy wanted, and Amy would get it, one way or the other, as long as Willow was as willing as Amy figured she was.
And so came the second part of the plan - lowering Willow's inhibitions.
That first visit to practice magic had been when Amy cast it. Enjoying the slow game of it, Amy had, using the instructions in Kallistrate's book, cast the spell to build up slowly, to make Willow become more in touch with herself, her own needs and desires, and wear down the filter between feeling, thought and action. Willow overthought everything, and she needed to learn that inhibitions were - to a point - the enemy.
But the real trick, the one Amy was most proud of, and the one she was sure would was the spell she'd been working on all week. It had required a few strands of Willow's hair, but that had been easy to do. It was a spell that required very fine control, and most importantly, very fine visualization of what you were trying to accomplish.
And a good amount of power.
How fortunate for Amy, that even as she refrained from finding any new members for her harem to be, Faith was still an option.
I'm not usually one for repeat performances, Faith had said, when Amy had approached her again. Or clingy chicks.
Nothing clingy about it, Amy had countered, cooly. I know you can get me off. And you know I'm good at getting you off.
That bluntness had done it - as far as Faith was concerned, they were just using each other to get off. Which was true, But Amy knew it confirmed that Faith was in her harem.
And so, most nights the last week...
Amy pulled back from the spell circle she was preparing, not wanting her hands to slip and ruin it as she let the memories of those nights play through her mind.
Faith loved fucking her into the mattress with the strap - in her core, in her ass. She loved pinning Amy to the wall and fingering her to orgasm - and she'd even done it in public, in alleys, at the Bronze itself once - Amy had had to cover her mouth to not be heard screaming then, even with the loud music in the nightclub...
For her part, Amy had eaten Faith out, time after time, and it was as amazing each time. It was intoxicating to be able to get Faith off, to taste her, to make her come undone-
Amy licked her lips slowly. Faith was a very particular lover, with no interest in Amy doing anything but using her tongue on her. She got off on dictating everything about their nights together, and Amy had no problems with letting her.
But... with Willow...
Amy closed her eyes, inhaled sharply, and returned her attention to the spell circle, finishing drawing the chalk around the crystal, wrapped tightly with the strands of Willow's hair. As she closed the circle, she set the chalk aside, and began to chant, the ancient greek words flowing off her tongue with ease, the spell and the effects she wanted fully visualized in her mind.
For a week now, Amy had been turning Willow on, weakening her resolve, hinting, suggesting... and now, now it was time for Willow to understand just what, just who she was feeling that need for. If Willow truly didn't want her, truly didn't want to leave Oz, or cheat on him, or be with her, then this would result in nothing much at all. A few half-remembered dreams.
Amy was confident that wasn't what would happen.
Amy closed her eyes as she continued the chant, the chalk lines glowing - first the outer circle, then the lines from that to the inner circle tight around the crystal.
She focused her mind on Willow, on the dreams she had planned for her. Images of them flashed through Amy's mind - Willow, on her knees. Willow, on her back, hair fanned out under her head, Amy driving the strap into her. Willow begging Amy for permission to come-
Those images, those dreams, carefully crafted scenarios would haunt Willow's mind as she slept, as she day dreamed, constantly, until she found relief, if there was even a tiny bit of desire for her to find purchase on. Kallistrate's spells were not capable of working if there was no foundation of attraction, desire, interest to work from.
But Amy knew there was.
The chalk lines were now glowing with magenta light, enough for Amy to 'see' the light through her closed eyes as she drew close to the end, the spell welling within her, the light flowing into the crystal, Willow's hair serving as the metaphysical link between the power, the crystal, and it's target-
With a sound akin to glass shattering, the crystal broke in twain before her, right at the spot where it had been tied with Willow's hair, which vanished in a fine blast of light as Amy opened her eyes. The magic flew from her, Amy rocked back, blinking away a momentary exhaustion.
It would become easier to cast such magic the more she used it, but for now, it sapped at her as she rocked back onto her heels, still kneeling before the chalk circle. She blinked repeatedly, barely suppressing a yawn as she wait for a moment, catching herself, catching her breath.
It was done.
"Amy," Willow's voice over the phone said, hesitant, nervous. Amy could imagine the redhead shifting nervously, biting her lip. Looking anywhere but straight ahead. "I - are you busy?" The heightened pitch her of her voice...
She's mine. Amy thought again. She'd underestimated something, though - Willow's resolve, her delusions about being straight, her affection for Oz. Amy had expected Willow would take just two days and nights of those dreams and daydreams, but it had taken four. But Amy had seen the impact of them.
"No, not at all." Amy admitted. "Dad's out for the weekend, so I have the house to myself. I was just going to watch some movies, but - I'm free if you wanted to come over. We could do that spell practice you bailed on the other night." Willow had stammered and stumbled through her terrible lie about canceling, but her apology had been genuine. The dreams had left Willow completely tongue-tied around Amy.
"Y-yeah, I- I'm sorry about that." Willow apologized, again. "I - I had to - but... I mean, we can, maybe, but I -" Willow's voice sped up and she slurred her words together. "There'ssomethingineedtotalktoyouaboutfirstthough,"
"Willow?" Amy laughed gently, "You don't need to apologize again, but I am going to have to ask you to repeat yourself,"
"I - I," Willow took a deep breath, "There's something I need to talk to you about first," She said, forcing herself to talk slowly. Then, of course, she was back to babbling again, "It's - it's important and I don';t - I need to - just not over the phone, and it's something I don't want to - I -"
"Whatever it is," Amy said, as if she didn't have a very good idea, "it's fine, you can come over, and we can talk. You're my friend, Willow. We can always talk." Amy mentally considered how long it would take Willow to walk over to her place. It wasn't quite sunset, so it would be safe for Willow to make the trip, and Amy would have just enough time to get ready.
"O-of course, I- I'll be right there, then," Willow promised.
"I can't wait." Amy offered, voice soft, low, and she heard Willow make a small 'eep!' noise as she hung up the phone.
The preparations indeed didn't take long, thanks to a few spells, and moving quickly. By the time there was a knock on the front door, Amy was sitting on the couch. She stood at the knock, trying not to run over to the door. She closed her eyes as she walked, murmured the spell and brought up the pheromones again. Not enough to render Willow completely out of her mind with lust, but more than she'd ever hit the other girl with at any one time.
Amy opened the door, smiling,
"Hey Willow," she greeted the other girl.
Willow was wearing...
Well, it was...
Amy couldn't help but stare. Her eyes started at the choker necklace - it really wasn't done up that tight, but still. It... Fuck. Amy's eyes traveled down, taking in the very low cut, cleavage revealing top. It was dark red, nearly maroon, and it cut out practically just under her breasts as it bared Willow's midriff entirely, or would have, if the girl hadn't wrapped her arms around her midsection as she shifted nervously.
She was wearing a leather minidress, black, sheer stockings, and black boots with a small heel.
"You look... you look amazing," Amy said softly, barely able to come up with the words. Of all the things that her tempting of Willow would have done, this - this was not...
Amy stepped aside and let Willow come in, wordlessly, unable to take her eyes off Willow. She'd also done more makeup than she pretty much ever did.
"I - it's -" Willow started then, she closed her eyes as Amy closed the door and took a deep breath, then another. She started again, squaring up her shoulders. "It was supposed to be my Halloween costume the year before last... Buffy talked me into wearing it, and... then I chickened out and put on a sheet with 'boo!' on over it." Willow explained, which answered the question of where Willow had found an outfit like that. It wasn't really something she'd ever have expected the other girl to own.
"It... it seemed like the best thing to wear when I..." Willow continued. Amy looked her over in the light of the living room - her face and neck were still a bit red, from flushing, but she didn't seem as embarrassed as she might be. Her hair was a bit out of place, like she'd recently had to wrangle it back under control, and she swallowed again, then went on.
"How did you know you liked girls?" Willow asked, seeming to change the subject entirely.
"It just sort of... clicked, really," Amy admitted. "Once I realized that I was staring at other girls because they were hot, not because I was jealous of them, it kinda all made sense." It wasn't quite that simple, but it basically had been her waking up one day after a half-remembered dream and everything just sort of coming together.
Amy took Willow's hand and tugged her towards the couch, sitting down next to her, as close as she could, putting a hand on her knee.
"Why do you ask?" Amy pretended like she didn't know the answer.
"It's - I - just, ever since you told me about - you and Faith and you're gay and I... I keep thinking about it, and you, and then I started... I mean, I've never thought about it, but then I couldn't stop thinking about you and Faith, together, I mean, Faith's... she's - she-"
"Radiates raw sex?" Amy offered, and Willow nodded.
"And you're - I mean, you're pretty and -" Willow was flushing again as she said it, speaking quickly, but she seemed to be managing to hold back a total babble. "I kept wondering what it would look like, and then I kept noticing you, and I mean, it's not hard given your wardrobe change, and it's nice and I like it on you and it makes you look -" Willow took a quick breath,
"And then I started thinking more, and then I used the internet and - It wasn't hard to find stuff about it, I mean, it's the internet, so a lot of it was bad, or just... kinda gross, but there were some good ones, pictures, and - articles and-"
Amy ran her thumb gently over WIllow's thigh, trying to avoid smirking in satisfaction.
"And then the more I thought about you and Faith and the whole... lesbian-gay-women thing, and then I started thinking about you and - and - then I had this dream and it was you and me, and we - and we-"
"And we what?" Amy asked, speaking barely above a whisper as she leaned in, lips close to Willow's ear. She put her other hand on Willow's side, feeling her shiver a little under her touch as she ran her hand over the bare skin of her stomach.
"Wekissedandhadsex!" Willow babbled out, and this time, Amy didn't need to ask her to repeat herself.
"Oh?" Amy raised an eyebrow.
"I know sexual fantasies and dreams are normal and even if they include people you know they don't always mean anything," Willow said as if she was quoting something by rote, "But it's not just the dreams, it's the everything and now here I am wondering if I like girls and I think I do, and I think I like you but I don't - and I don't even know if you'd be interested - and then there - I still love Oz, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do - I mean, He was amazing to take me back after the thing with Xander and here I am and I -"
Willow's eyes were a little wet, getting worked up as she spoke.
"I can't stop thinking about the dreams, about you, about..." her eyes settled on Amy's lips.
"About what?" Amy asked, softly, needing to hear it.
"About kissing you," Willow finally said after a long moment, a long struggle. "That makes me a horrible person, doesn't it? I'm with Oz, and all I can think about for the last four days is kissing you, even when I'm kissing him, and I dressed like this because I hoped you'd like it, since it's kinda like what Faith wears and you - and I didn't even break up with my boyfriend and I still don't even know if I like girls or if it's just some sort of -"
"Willow, if you're having dreams - plural - about having sex with girls, you like girls," Amy laughed, softly. Which was true, even if Amy had sent her the dreams. If there had been no genuine kernel of desire, of lust, of attraction, of interest to work with, then the dreams would have gone nowhere. That was the beauty of the spell - it used the target's own feelings to fuel it, keep going.
"And as for wanting to kiss me..." Amy leaned in, close, moving her hand from Willow's leg to cup her face gently, running her thumb over her cheek in a light caress. "Let me tell you a little secret: I want to kiss you too."
And with that, Amy leaned in, pressing her lips to Willow's, gently, at first, giving Willow ample opportunity to push back, pull away, say no, give her any indication that she wasn't interested, wasn't willing, wasn't consenting.
Willow did nothing of the sort. Instead, her lips parted, just a little, and she returned the kiss, one hand going up to Amy's face, the other on Amy's side, pulling Amy closer, and Amy used her other hand on the back of Willow's neck, pushing her lips closer against her own, teasing Willow's lips with her tongue.
Willow let out a soft gasp into the kiss, and opened her lips more, and Amy slipped her tongue inside her mouth, moaning.
Fuck... it's even better than I ever imagined. Granted, it felt better than she'd ever imagined, but the romantic mood she'd once imagined for it wasn't present, not quite - it somehow didn't bother her, kissing Willow, to know that she still loved Oz. She may love Oz, but she's part of my harem now. She was going to make sure Willow felt so amazing tonight that she wouldn't even be able to contemplate not returning to Amy's bed - or couch, or wherever else she wanted Willow.
Maybe a supply closet at school...
Finally, Amy pulled back from the kiss, both witches breathing hard, fast, shallow breaths. Amy felt her chest rise and fall quickly, and she could see Willow's doing the same.
"You do look amazing in this," Amy gestured, running her hand over Willow's top, caressing her breasts through it - eliciting another gaspe from Willow - "but you never needed to dress like Faith to make me kiss you." Amy assured her.
"All you had to do was ask." Amy murmured. "When I first realized I was gay - before, even - I thought about kissing you, a lot." Amy admitted, smiling. "It was even better than I imagined."
"Then... then can you kiss me again?" Willow asked, voice low, plaintive.
"Say please," Amy commanded.
"Can you kiss me again... please?" Willow asked - no, begged. That really was the right word.
"On one condition," Amy replied, running one hand over WIllow's bared collarbone and upper chest, edging close to her breasts but not quite touching them. "Don't think about Oz, for the rest of the night. Yes, you love him, yes, he's still your boyfriend, but right now, tonight is about you, and me. This doesn't really count as cheating on him," she assured Willow. Being part of my harem is above and beyond that sort of thing, Amy had decided. It didn't really matter if anyone else agreed, of course, because either option was a win-win.
If Willow wasn't quite so turned on, the logic of that last comment wouldn't have worked, but the increased pheromones had done their work, combined with her reduced inhibitions. She wasn't hung up on those things any more, notions of monogamous fidelity gone, for now.
"I... okay." Willow agreed.
"Good girl," Amy praised, and leaned in, pressing her lips to Willow's again. She moved both her hands to Willow's legs, slipping them under her thighs and pulling Willow towards her, then onto her lap, not breaking her lips away from Willow's tongue as she had played one hand across Willow's stomach, inching it upwards towards Willow's top. She slipped her fingers underneath, feeling Willow's bra underneath, half-cup, barely there.
WIllow gasped again, then moaned into the kiss, almost melting into her touch, and Amy pushed her tongue into Willow's mouth again, moaning herself at the feeling of Willow turning to putty in her hands.
And Willow was - she was returned the kiss, but let Amy take the lead, her hands gripping tight against Amy's back, holding herself up as Amy continued her ministrations, gently teasing her chest with her hand, working slowly around towards Willow's back, her other hand working up Willow's thigh, under her miniskirt, inching closer and closer upwards, teasing her there too.
Amy pulled her lips back, leaving Willow gasping for breath. Amy didn't leave Willow hanging for long - she started to kiss Willow's neck, picking a spot near her pulse point and liking, raking her teeth across that point gently, oh so gently, then kissing her there, taking a tiny but of skin between her lips and sucking, her hand at Willow's back finding the hooks to her bra, and undoing them, feeling it fall away from her chest. Willow was now moaning and gasping, writhing atop her, feeling like she'd never felt before as Amy brought her hand back around and ran her hand over Willow's chest once more, thumb brushing over her nipple. Her other hand reached Willow's panties, which were wet, and getting wetter - Amy teased at Willow's folds through the garment, loving the way Willow's moans increased in pitch and frequency.
"Do you want more, Willow? Do you need more?" She asked, pulling away from Willow's neck, admiring the small hickey she'd left there. She pulled her hands away as well, leaving Willow untouched, hovering on the edge.
It took Willow a few attempts to get out a coherent word, but then, "Yes.... yes... please," She murmured, and Amy smiled again, leaning forward to kiss Willow on the lips for a moment.
"Good girl," She said again, as she pulled back. "Stand up." She ordered, and Willow did so, legs a bit shaky, but she was in no danger of falling over. Yet.
Amy stood, and they moved up to Amy's bedroom, which Amy had prepared for this. The lights were off, the room lit only by a bevy of candles arrayed around, creating a dim, soft atmosphere, the scent of roses and lavender wafting in the air.
Amy's bed was different too - she expanded it to a queen size, and the sheets were now silk, black and dark blue. It wouldn't last for more than a day, but that was long enough for now. As they entered the bedroom, Amy stood behind Willow, hands running from her shoulders down her sleeves.
"Take off your top, and your skirt and panties," Amy whispered in WIllow's ear, before trailing her tongue along the shell of the other woman's ear, feeling Willow shiver, her hands on Willow's arms. "Leave the stockings and the boots on, for now." She added. "Then sit on the edge of the bed."
Amy left Willow to follow her instructions, as Amy slipped into the bathroom, stripping off her clothes, and changing, putting her bathrobe - which another spell made into black silk - on over it, tying closed tightly shut, revealing nothing of what she was wearing. She laced up the knee-high boots she'd selected. She'd practiced in them, not being used to heels, and thankfully, she did just fine as she stepped back into the hallway, her heels clicking on the floor as she returned to the bedroom, opening the door and seeing Willow sitting on the bed, naked save for her stockings and boots.
"Good girl," Amy repeated, watching the way Willow licked her lips as Amy said the words. I figured she'd be in for a praise kink... And Amy liked praising her.
Amy closed the door behind her, and moved to stand in front of Willow.
"Beautiful," she said, looking the nude witch over - Willow looked away, flushing again under the praise, despite everything, but Amy stepped forward and tucked her fingers under Willow's chin, pushing her to meet her eyes gently.
"You're beautiful." She repeated. And Willow was. Amy had imagined this moment, seeing Willow naked for a long time, and this was again, more than she'd ever imagined. She leaned forward and kissed Willow's lips gently, slowly, lovingly, then pulled back again.
She stepped away, and reached for the tie of her bathrobe, pulling at it slowly, watching Willow's breath hitch as it opened and Amy let it fall away, revealing the midnight-blue corset she was wearing. It hugged her torso, pushing up and partially covering her chest. She wasn't wearing panties, or anything else but the corset and the boots.
Willow stared, mouth open, eyes wide.
"...oh god," Willow murmured, "You... I..." She trailed off, struck speechless. Willow swallowed, licking her lips.
Amy grinned and stepped forward again, putting her hand on Willow's bare chest, pushing her back and down gently. "Lie back, and I'll give you what you crave. What you need." Amy promised, and Willow didn't resist, letting Amy push her so that she was lying on the bed, legs hanging off of it, Amy pushed Willow's legs apart, getting a look at Willow's core, her folds, unable to help from licking her lips.
Amy ran her hands over Willow's legs, gently kissing them through the stockings for a moment, then worked her way upwards, hands resting on Willow's thighs as she got closer and closer to the other witch's core, and then, she flicked her tongue across Willow's folds, making her gasp and buck.
Amy flicked her tongue again, lingering longer, catching a bit of Willow's wetness on her tongue, savoring it, savoring her. She licked again, then again, taking longer each time, still teasing the outside of Willow's folds, the other girl quickly going from gasping to moaning, bucking harder, Amy pushing a bit down with her hands, holding Willow more in place.
"Delicious," She told Willow, then she resumed, licking along her slit, starting at the bottom and going to the top, flicking around her clit, tasting Willow more and more, moaning herself. Willow's hands started to claw at the sheets, trying to find purchase as Amy kept going, licking up along her slit, pausing at her clit again and again to circle it with her tongue, tease it, tease her. Then she pulled back a moment, and started to kiss along Willow's folds, before her lips reached Willow's clit. She started to lick it directly, Willow's cry of pleasure piercing through the bedroom. Amy started to suck on her clit, gently, slowly at first, as she took her hand off WIllow's thigh and started to tease the outside of WIllow's folds with her fingers. Willow bucked again, but Amy was prepared for it, moving with her, her tongue and lips busy with her clit - Willow bucked again, and Amy took the chance to slip one finger inside Willow, curling it slightly a she moved it, the warm, wet walls of her core gripping her finger.
Willow was moaning, louder and louder, the words 'please' and 'Amy' and even 'fuck' escaping her lips between incoherent noises of pleasure, as Amy coaxed her closer and closer to orgasm. But she kept going, curling her finger more, getting Willow's most sensitive spots with ease, knowing exactly how to touch her, how to please her as she continued to suck her clit, with more force, moving her tongue around her clit as she sucked on it.
Amy added a second finger, pushing it in, Willow's folds slick enough that she could manage it with ease, her hips bucking faster and faster, her noises of pleasure louder, faster, and Amy curled her fingers one more time, flicked her tongue across Willow's folds yet again, and then with a cry of 'AMY!' Willow came, the orgasm crashing through her. Amy pulled away from Willow's clit and started licking her folds as she came, her juices coming through, onto Amy's face, her tongue, her fingers - Amy savored every drop she could, pushing her tongue inside Willow to get as much of her as she could, fucking Willow with fingers and tongue right through her orgasm, pushing it higher, further, as Willow was reduced to breathless gasping as she came down from the climax.
Amy didn't stop licking until Willow stopped bucking, momentarily spent from coming, and Amy pulled away, standing up. Willow managed to prop herself up a bit on her elbows, and Amy mad sure to meet Willow's eyes as she took her two fingers, glistening with Willow's come, and slipped them both in her mouth, sucking them clean. Willow's breath caught and she bit her lip, a whine of need escaping her lips. Amy didn't stop there, gathering up all of Willow that had gotten onto her face, her chin, and licking her hand clean.
"Perfect." Amy murmured. She got into the bed next to WIllow and half laid atop her, kissing her again, her hands running over Willow's chest once more, playing with her breasts. She wasn't giving Willow a moment free of pleasure until they both collapsed, as she teased her, kissed her, then pulled her lips away and started on the other side of Willow's neck, nipping and licking. She didn't give her another hickey, not yet, and after a few more kisses, Amy pulled back, sitting up on her knees, straddling Willow's hips.
"How do you feel?" Amy asked, softly, running her hands over Willow's body lightly, trailing her fingers slowly along her skin.
"I-" Willow started, and then she tried to take a breath. She closed her eyes and tried again, succeeding, and opening them again. Her voice was soft, but thick with arousal and emotion, "I don't - I don't have words," she admitted. "Floaty and tingly and - I feel beautiful, and... it feels so good. You... I mean, I've read about cunnilingus, but..." Willow let out a soft gasp, "I didn't realize it would make me feel... like that."
Of course she'd say 'cunnilingus', Amy considered, smiling.
"Good." Amy whispered, leaning in to kiss Willow's forehead. "Do you trust me?" She asked, kissing Willow's cheek, then her lips, pulling away, face still close to hers. "Do you trust me to make you feel good?"
"Yes," Willow confirmed, breathily. "I do."
"Good." Amy got off the bed entirely, and started undoing Willow's boots, kissing her calves through the stockings as she did so, first one, then the other, taking them off. Then she removed the stockings, tossing both aside. She waved a hand, muttering a spell - Willow, even turned on as she was watched Amy's hand motion with interest as she realized Amy was using magic -
And then ropes appeared on the bed, connected to the headboard and base of the bed. Willow's eyes widened, but Amy moved over and ran a hand gently through her hair.
"You said you trusted me... trust me Willow, this will feel good." Amy assured her. "If you want this to stop at any time, all you need to do is say so."
Willow nodded, "Okay," she said, giving Amy permission to continue. With another flick of her hand, the ropes moved of their own accord, wrapping first around Willow's wrists, spreading her arms wide - not enough to hurt, the ropes with enough slack to give Willow some small room to move, but tied nonetheless. Then the ropes did the same with Willow's ankles, pulling apart her legs - again, not too much, not too far, the ropes not too tight, but leaving Willow spread eagle, nonetheless. Entirely at Amy's mercy.
Amy walked around the bed, running her hand over Willow's arms and legs lightly, teasingly, then she stepped away from the bed and cast another spell, one she'd imagined casting in front of WIllow since the moment she'd seen Kallistrate do it.
The Strap-on that appeared in her hand, complete with the harness, was of modest length, not too thick, made of clear material, smooth. Simple. But it would give Amy the feeling of fucking Willow as if the toy was a part of her body.
"You said you did some research online, so I'm sure you know what this is, Willow." Amy grinned, slowly putting it on.
"A strap-on," Willow said softly, voice shaking.
"And you know what they're used for." Not that it was hard to figure out, but she wanted to hear Willow say it.
Instead, Willow nodded, biting her lower lip as she squirmed as much as the ropes would let her.
"And what do you want me to do with it?" Amy asked, stepping closer to the bed, then getting onto it, crawling across the bed towards Willow, eyes on the redhead's face.
Willow said something in a whisper too quiet for Amy to understand.
"Say that again? Louder, please," Amy urged, smirking as she could guess what it was.
"...fuck me..." Willow repeated.
"I could..." Amy agreed, her hands on either side of Willow's torso, looming over her, teasing the toy at the outside of Willow's slick folds. Even that touch had Amy feeling a sudden wave of alien pleasure, something unlike anything she'd felt before, that momentary touch against Willow sending a spasm of electricity through her, or so it felt.
"...Fuck me please?" Willow said, unsure if that was what she was supposed to do. Amy smirked again,
"Good girl." Amy ran her hand over the length of the toy, a bit of lubricant forming over it, and then Amy teased the toy against Willow's entrance again, biting her lip as she hissed in pleasure, the head slowly slipping inside Willow, the feeling of her around the toy... Willow's core was wet, hot, slick - with the lube, Amy started to slip right in. Her inner walls gripped at the toy, and Willow gasped, hissing in pleasure and just a hint of pain -
Amy took one hand off the bed and started running it through Willow's hair, "You're doing well, it's halfway in," Amy praised, voice calm, and low, resisting the urge to just thrust forward and hilt herself in Willow.
"Will it hurt more?" Willow asked, a bit of worry on her face now, but Amy shook her head,
"Not for much longer," she assured Willow, running her fingers through Willow's hair some more, tucking strands behind her ear. Amy gently pushed in a bit more, unable to stop herself from gasping, the feeling of Willow around her - it was very different from being fucked, from being eaten out, the feeling localized entirely do the toy and her core, almost overwhelming in that one place. She forced herself to stop, to take a breath.
"I'm almost done. Are you ready for the rest?" Willow nodded, and Amy pushed her hips forward, thrusting all the way in, hilting in Willow quickly, the other girl crying out in a wail of pleasure, a bit of pain as she felt the intrusion, but then Amy didn't move, letting Willow get used to it.
"Doing so good," Amy praised again, unable to keep her voice quite as calm, nearly overwhelmed - it felt like the toy was being massaged, and every nerve in her core was aflame with pleasure, Willow's body seeming to hold her tight, slick around her -
Amy moved slowly, pulling her hips back just a little, and then forward, slowly, oh so slowly, letting Willow get used to it. The gasps of pleasure soon lost all notes and whimpers of even a little pain, and Willow met Amy's eyes.
"More, please," Willow begged, her voice thick with lust, pleasure, arousal, barely able to string the two words together as new sensations threatened to overwhelm her.
"Alright then," Amy nodded, and then she pulled the toy back nearly entirely, Willow actually letting out a whimper of need, desperation, wanting to be filled again.
Amy pulled her hand away from Willow's head, and placed it at the base of her torso, just above where the toy was filling her. She chanted again, a pale blue light escaping from her hand, into Willow.
"You won't be able to come until I release the spell," Amy told her, smirking. "Until you have been pushed to the very limits of pleasure." Amy didn't give Willow a chance to respond before thrusting back into her, still not going as fast or as hard as she could but with real force this time, all the way, hilting in her again, grinding her hips against Willow's, moving the toy inside her as Willow let out a near-scream of pleasure, arching her back, bucking her hips to meet Amy's, unable to move all that much, incoherent babbling and gasping as Amy pulled back again, then in. She felt pleasure mounting in herself, Amy moaned, the sight of Willow spread beneath her, the feeling of Willow around her-
Amy kissed Willow on the lips, desperately, needing to feel her, nipping at her lower lip gently, then kissing down her neck, the unmarked side. She found Willow's pulse point and started to nip and suck and lick at that one spot, hearing and feeling Willow writhe and moan under her, as Amy kept moving her hips, kept fucking her, increasing the pace, the force, now starting to really drive into Willow - Willow's neck pulled away from her lips after a particularly powerful thrust, and Amy arched her back, moaning as she felt her arousal, denied as she'd given Willow pleasure more and more, reach it's limits. Her whole body felt taut as a wire, and with another thrust, Amy came, her core spasming - she bucked her hips again, hilting in Willow as she came, arching her back, hands on Willow's shoulders, using the other girl to hold herself up as she rocked with orgasm, Willow's name on her lips as she came.
Amy came down from the high of her release fairly quickly, still buried in Willow, the other girl unable to come, writhing with need, head lolling back and forth, hair splayed out underneath her, gasping, desperate with need.
"Please... please..." Willow begged, "I need - I need-"
"If you can articulate words, Willow, you're not ready," Amy managed to get out, finding it hard to think straight enough to actually string that sentence together, but she had, and it was true. She wanted, needed - needed Willow to be pushed to the height of pleasure, the limit of what she could take, if she could-
Amy pulled out again, almost entirely, then pushed back in, thrusting as hard as she could, the bed rocking just a little under them as Amy leaned down again, pressing her lips to Willow's chest, her tongue circling Willow's nipple as she rocked under her - Willow arched her back again, as much as the ropes would let her, pulled taut as she bucked, pushing her chest upwards, her breast into Amy's mouth.
Amy lavished attention on her nipple, kissing, licking, then she wrapped her lips around it and sucked, gently teasing it with her teeth as she did so, driving into Willow, nearly losing her grip on Willow's breast as she did so, Willow rocking under her, but Amy didn't let up, didn't stop the twin assaults on her, pushing Willow closer and closer to the edge, as Amy felt pleasure building in her once more - it was more muted, she wasn't ready to come yet, far from it, but she felt it, the feeling of Willow around her, her core clamping tight around her with every thrust - Willow was at the verge of orgasm, dangling at the edge, ready to fall into that final abyss of pleasure, but the magic held her in place, Amy pushing her further, further.
Willow's gasps and moans and cries of pleasure were as loud as they could be at this point, and no doubt the redhead was screaming herself hoarse as 'please' and 'more' and 'fuck' and 'Amy' escaped her lips, increasingly incoherent, the words slurring into moans as Willow started to go mad with need, her body demanding release-
Amy pulled away from one breast, and switched to the other as she hilted in Willow once more, grinding against her, moving the toy inside of her - one of Amy's hands pulled away from Willow again and moved between them, finding her clit and rubbing it, moving her fingers fast, pushing Willow further, further -
Willow cried out again, no words, no words before, or after, it was a cry of desperate need, of pleasure denied and reaching its limits, and Amy barely had enough presence of mind to lift the spell as her fingers kept working on Willow's clit, as she pulled away from her chest to watch Willow's face as the other witch's whole world came undone -
The pale blue light flowed back into Amy's hand and Willow came, bucking her hips up to meet Amy's one more time, as her inner walls clamped tight around the toy, as if trying to keep Amy there, inside her forever, her body spasming wildly around her, and Amy felt her own need mount faster and further than expected as Willow's body rocked underneath her, back arched, eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head, her release flooding from her, or so it felt-
It was the perfect sight of Willow's climax, her mouth open, eyes nearly closed, pushed well past the limits of coherence - Willow, spread out beneath her, exactly as Amy had imagined so many times, and
It was that, that perfect sight below her, as much as the feeling of Willow clamping around the toy as she came, that pushed Amy into another orgasm - Amy cried out, Willow's name on her lips again and she came, nearly collapsing atop Willow as her arms gave way. The two witches shuddered together under the throes of their release, and Amy nearly felt all consciousness leave her for a moment, just a moment, the world blanking out, as if paused, or turned off, and then everything resumed as Amy came down from her release, Willow practically unconscious from the force of her orgasm beneath her.
Gasping for breath, Amy pulled out of Willow, rolling onto the bed next to her, not feeling like she could move enough to remove the harness, or her boots or corset... after a moment, laying there next to Willow, hearing Willow's breathing slowly - very slowly - come down from her release, Amy flicked her hand, muttering a few words of magic that came to mind, the harness, boots and corset vanishing from her, ending up somewhere else in the room - she'd find them later.
Amy flicked her hand again, and the ropes vanished as well, releasing Willow's arms and legs. Amy found one of Willow's wrists and started to rub it gently, restoring the blood flow, watching Willow slowly come back to herself.
Willow's eyes opened as Amy finished with her other wrist. Amy, on her side now, leaned forward and down, kissing Willow gently on the lips.
"How do you feel?" She asked softly.
"I... I -" Willow started, trying to move a little, but barely able to will her arms into moving at all. "I feel boneless," Willow said after a moment, a soft giggle escaping her lips.
"Well, getting fucked like that can do that for you," Amy replied, unable to help a small laugh that escaped her lips. She kissed Willow again. She managed to sit up, scooching down the bed to rub Willow's ankles as well.
"So, did you like it?" Amy asked rhetorically, and Willow nodded, enthusiastically, or as much as she could when she couldn't really move that much.
"It felt... god, I couldn't even - and the ropes, it - everything was so much - more -" Willow leapt from idea to idea, her mind moving a thousand miles an hour again already.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," Amy laughed, and she moved back to lay next to Willow, still on her side, propping herself up on one elbow. "You want this to happen again," Amy said, not needing to phrase it as a question, knowing the answer.
Turning her head to the side to meet Amy's eyes, Willow licked her lips. "I... yes. I do."
"Good." Amy murmured, kissing her again. "Good girl," she praised once more. "It will. In most cases, all you'll need to do is ask..." she kissed Willow's neck again, lightly, lips over the second hickey she'd given her.
"But now," Amy went on, wrapping her arm around Willow's waist and pulling her back against her front, spooning her. She pressed her lips against the back of Willow's neck for a moment, kissing her softly there, before pulling back, just a little, holding Willow close.
"This... yes, please," Willow admitted, and Amy grinned softly as she start to feel tiredness catch up with her, after that. It wasn't that late, really, the sun had probably just barely set, they might wake up when it was still night, but it was time for a nap at least, and Amy pulled the silk sheets over them with another wave of her hand.
"Welcome to my harem, Willow," Amy murmured, and Willow let out a soft whimper of delight at the words, as Amy closed her eyes, snuggling against Willow.
I don't know who's next... whoever strikes my fancy, I suppose. But maybe I should let my harem play with each other too... Amy considered, the mental image of Faith and Willow kissing, groping each other, Willow bent over as Faith fucked her - the thoughts, the images floated through her mind, as well as Amy imagining seducing Cordelia, or another girl... - Buffy had glowed under the sight of the sexuality-detecting spell, when Amy had finally had a chance to see her at school, and then Amy would have both Slayers in her harem...
All those thoughts kept her company as Willow's breathing evened out, and sleep claimed Amy as well soon after.
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