This is a day early, but holidays are looming, so I'm trying to squeeze a couple of updates in before I go - perhaps a Kitten would volunteer to save and post a couple of updates while I'm gone?????
Rating: R18. Willow and Tara have stripped away layers of emotion etc. in the last two parts of this story. Some Kittens may feel that events in this update are in violation of the fundamental principles of Different Coloured Pens. I respectfully suggest that any Kitten that feels that way, kindly re-read this instalment very carefully. There is uncertainty here; to elaborate would spoil future episodes in this arc. There will be a little more clarity after Episode 1.3.
“Stake me!” Tara repeated, closing her eyes.
Willow stood up and slowly circled the bed, stake in hand. The vampire lay on the mattress, her arms now outspread, making no attempt to defend herself. From the waist up, she was naked, her gorgeous rounded breasts that Willow remembered so well in full view. Her skirt rode up above her knees, exposing her shapely, stockinged thighs. Her body was familiar to Willow but at the same time unfamiliar, because as a vampire, Tara had lost the bloom of life from her skin. She’s like a marble statue come to life, the redhead thought, looking at the pale curves of Tara’s body. Am I Pygmalion; is this what my careless wish has brought into being? Am I responsible for this? Goddess, she’s so beautiful. I’ve missed her so much, I wanted her to come back so damned much. I want her. Stop this, Willow, this is madness! This is a vampire, an evil creature that will only bring you death. But, another part of her thought, if she was completely evil she would have hurt me already, she wouldn’t be lying here before me begging me to destroy her. I wouldn’t be wet from her tears. Real tears. There must be some shred of her left, a piece of Tara, a tiny piece of my lost love. This is madness, this is a dream, a nightmare, I don’t believe I wished for this. Oh, she is so gorgeous. I want her. I want her. Willow was so engrossed in the beautiful form lying before her that she was only dimly aware of her own breathing becoming deeper and more rapid, her hardening nipples and the growing ache and wetness between her legs.
Tara opened her eyes and looked at Willow. “Stake me?” she almost pleaded. Willow blinked, seeming to notice for the first time the crude wooden weapon gripped in her hand. She cast it from her like a vile thing. Tara watched it crash into the wall and clatter to the floor. Willow, her chest heaving, never took her eyes off Tara. The blonde turned her eyes back to Willow; saw the look on the redhead’s face.
“Take me?” Tara whimpered. With a low moan, Willow threw herself onto the bed, onto Tara, pressing herself fiercely against that sculpted pale body that she desired so much. Breast to breast Willow lay upon Tara and covered the blonde witch’s mouth with hot, breathless kisses, her tongue gliding deeply into Tara’s mouth, exploring its deepest moist recesses, finding and intertwining with the other’s tongue in an urgent embrace, even as her arms encircled Tara and sought to hold her ever closer and never again let her go.
For the briefest instant Tara hesitated as she stared with wide blue eyes into the passionate redhead’s hooded green orbs. Against her cool skin she felt Willow’s blazing cheeks, inflamed with unbridled lust. Then the blonde hesitated no more, Willow’s fire lighting a flame in her own body that only one thing could quench.
“Oh, Willow,” she groaned, returning the fervent embrace. Tara’s hands flew to Willow’s waist, tearing at the buttons of her jeans and pushing them down over the redhead’s hips. Willow abandoned her embraces just long enough to help Tara lower the garment and the panties underneath, then returned her hands to the more pressing task of delivering fevered hasty caresses to Tara’s face, arms and body. Responding in kind, the blonde seized Willow and rolled the redhead onto her back, grasping her jeans in her strong hands and pulling them all the way off in a single frenzied movement, doing the same to her panties, hurling the clothes across the room. For a second Tara kneeled above the redhead as Will lay panting on the bed before her, devouring her glorious nakedness, drinking her in with her vampire’s eyes. Then she tore off her own stockings and panties and, not even bothering to remove her skirt, threw herself back into Willow’s arms.
“Tara, oh Tara,” Willow sobbed between kisses, running her hands through that soft blonde hair that had been denied her for so long. Stop this madness, this is not real, a tiny voice inside her insisted. This is NOT Tara, this is a vampire! What do you think you are doing? But she holds me like Tara used to and, oh goddess, those hands! Hands in oh so familiar places, how long has it been since I’ve been touched like this? Oh, that’s so good, oh, just a little – ah, yes, YES, I’m going to…it IS Tara, she’s there somewhere, no-one else can do these things to me…oh, YES!
For her part, the vampire thought: Why didn’t she kill me? How can she bear to be here with me, doing these wonderful things to me? Willowhands belong to Tara and Tara alone, I’m not Tara, I’m something else and I am NOT entitled to this! Unless…can she sense…? But I’m a vampire, aren’t I? I wanted to bite her, to make her like me. But by the stars I remember those Willowhands and I remember the way they used to make me feel. She’s my Willow, isn’t she? She seems a little different somehow, but maybe that’s me, I’ve changed. Oh Willowhands, baby, I love you so much, touch me there, yes, keep doing that, OH! More! Then, as Will screamed Tara’s name, the blonde felt Willow’s walls shatter around her long fingers as a powerful orgasm surged through the redhead’s body. The gentle pressure of the redhead’s fingers together with the pleasure she sensed erupting in Willow’s body drove Tara headlong to her own climax. “Willow!” she screamed and in answer her lover screamed aloud again as they clung together, racked by the rapturous spasms coursing through their bodies.
At that moment Willow had the sudden and overwhelming sensation that she and Tara occupied a single body experiencing a single peak of ecstasy. As the last waves of it rolled through her, she moaned again and pressed her lips against her lover, and she was absolutely certain that Tara had felt it too. For that glorious instant she forget the numbness and emptiness of her life, her heartbreak, forgot that she had ever lost Tara, forgot that her lover was a vampire and gave herself body and soul to her pleasure, to Tara’s pleasure and the joy of reuniting that which should never have been cast asunder.
(To be continued)
at: 7/9/02 2:04:53 am