by Katharyn » Sun May 18, 2008 8:51 am
Title: Lesbian Gay Type Women in Love – Fairy Tails
Author: Katharyn Rosser
Feedback: Constructive criticism is always welcome. Flames just demonstrate you have a tiny mind.
Spoiler Warning: Probably none, and why the hell do we need to worry about this years after the show went off the air? Suffice it to say nothing bad ever happened to our girls.
Distribution This story was written for Pens. Pens is its home. No archiving off Different Coloured Pens (This applies to all my W&T fic)
Summary: Babies are sat. Stories are told. A lesbian witch gets ravished. Just another quiet night at home.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights lie with the production company, writers etc, etc. I am making zilch from this series of stories. You know the drill.
Rating: NC17 – Look at the title, can’t you guess what it might be filled with?
Couples: Tara and Willow forever. I doubt I’ll even mention anyone else.
Notes: See the start of the thread for the notes on this one. This marks the end of my current burst of inspiration, but there will be more when the next lot hits me and I have some time...
Thanks To: Just my special woman, who understands the meaning of ravishing.
Lesbian Gay Type Women in Love
Fairy Tails
By
Katharyn Rosser
“You don’t get it?” Willow asked.
“No. I don’t. This isn’t what cartoons are for,” Tara replied, tilting her head. “Who did you say gave you this?”
“Who do you think?”
“Nina,” Tara sighed. “Sometimes, I wonder if who’s the worst influence.”
“Hey! I never gave anyone a pornographic DVD,” Willow pointed out. “Not even you.”
“They classify this as porno?” Tara checked the back of the box.
“Well, yeah. Obviously,” Willow said. “I mean, look at that!”
“Well,” Tara hedged. “I kinda wondered. Being as it’s a cartoon and all.”
“I don’t think the medium has much to do with what it is. I know for certain that you wouldn’t show this to kids!”
Tara tilted her head again, trying to pick out the owners of the ever so pink limbs. And… other pink things. “This – is that even possible?”
“It’s a cartoon,” Willow said. “Anything’s possible. You should see – I mean, I heard about the straight – No. It’s… not straight. Not, exactly. It’s kinda… Well, the Japanese have interesting imaginations, lets just say that.”
“We don’t do so badly,” Tara said, not about to ask the obvious question. “Imagination-wise, I mean. But… we certainly don’t do as well as this.” She tipped her head the other way.
“Only on special occasions,” Willow said, stroking her hair.
“Will-oh?” a higher pitched voice said from the doorway.
“Of which this isn’t one,” Willow finished as Tara went over to the door, trying to interpose herself between the little girl who was stood there and the TV screen and all the… pinkness there.
She did her part, she tried to find the remote control and switch it off before little Lily could take in what was showing on her second favourite invention.
“You should be in bed, sweetie,” Tara said, glancing at her as she finally clicked it off. Tara checked the TV herself though, before letting Lily into the room.
“But I’m not tired,” the little girl objected.
“Your Mommy will be mad at us,” Tara said.
Lily pouted, “I’ll tell her it’s not your fault. Promise.”
“Thanks, honey,” Tara said, picking her up and turning her back around.
“What was on the TV?” Lily asked, straining to look at the now dark screen.
“Nothing,” Willow said quickly. Lily wasn’t any less fooled by how fast she’d said that than an adult would’ve been.
“Toons?” the girl whispered, as if it might be the secret that they’d necessarily turned it into.
“No, it was just an advert,” Tara said. “You know they don’t show cartoons at this time, not when little girls should be in bed.”
“I’m not little,” Lily said firmly, glaring at the TV as if it was going to reveal the lie to her.
“No,” Willow agreed. “You’re a whole big lot of trouble.”
Lily squealed. “Am not!”
“Are too,” Willow said, standing beside Tara and threatening to tickle… well, one of them.
“Am not!”
“Prove it,” Tara interrupted in her ‘reasonable’ tone. That one that worked with nearly everyone, her girlfriend included.
“How?” Lily asked.
“Go back to bed, lie down and go to sleep. Then we won’t have to tell your Mommy.”
“I didn’t do anything!” Lily said, stamping her foot in midair, just succeeding in kicking Tara.
“And that’s what we’ll tell her, that you were a good girl,” Willow said, trying to be as reasonable as Tara could sound.
“I’m always good,” Lily said. Tara looked at the squirming child. “Well, nearly,” Lily amended.
“Then you’ll go back to bed,” Tara said. It wasn’t a question.
“I want a story,” Lily said slyly.
Uhuh. That was what this was all about. Lily loved her stories and, though she’d had one already, Willow knew as well as Tara that they wouldn’t get her to stay in bed without one. Lily was too mentally active to relax when her mind was on something else, even something she hadn’t actually had and just wanted.
“We already read your book to you,” Willow said as Tara carried the girl back towards their spare room.
“Nother!” Lily demanded, not willing to hear an excuse that feeble.
“I could read it to you again,” Willow told her.
“No, nother one,” Lily said, this time in more of a pleading tone. She’d already learned how to be manipulative instead of just coming off like a brat. That – Willow was sure – she got from her mother.
She looked at Tara, hoping that her partner would take this one off her. Didn’t carrying the girl imply a level of taking responsibility? Tara was all about taking responsibility and…
Shaking her head.
“But I don’t have a story to read you,” Willow protested.
“So make one up,” Tara suggested, just as sly as Lily. One might almost have thought there was some collusion going on here.
Almost.
“Yeah, Will-oh, make one up,” Lily agreed as Tara settled her into bed where she just sat looking up at her expectantly.
Willow looked to Tara, finding no sympathy at all, then shook her head and made a silent vow to take this out of her lover’s hide. Or some part of her anyway.
“I’m not very good at this,” she said to Lily, settling on a chair beside the bed.
“It’ll be great,” Lily said. But that was probably more of an expectation than a comfort.
She didn’t do fantasy.
Scratch that.
She didn’t do stories. Fantasies… yeah, she’d been there. But that kind of fantasy wasn’t exactly what any parent who left their child with a babysitter was expecting to comprise story time.
Stories… She needed some help here but on the other hand… “You don’t have to stay, baby.”
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” Tara replied.
Lily looked just a little less lost in the giant bed when Tara climbed in beside her and they both waited there for her to tell the story. Great.
“So glad you’re having fun,” Willow said to the woman she loved. Then she turned to Lily, hoping for the help she needed. “What sort of story shall it be?”
“Fairy tale!” Lily said, as if that were the most obvious part of the whole thing.
Okay. Fairy Tale. What did a fairy tale have in it? Fairies? Nah, too obvious. Not very creative. “Like with a Princess?”
“A princess is good,” Tara confirmed, way too smugly.
What a bitch…
Tara was the creative one. The last time Willow had ever been congratulated on her creativity was – well, those weren’t the sort of things you admitted to a four year old. But the less intimate stuff before that, it’d probably been hacking into some sort of inappropriately defended database that’d seemed really important to get a floor plan out of at the time.
Something monster-fighter related anyway.
She was the science girl. That was her thing – science. Maths. Facts were good – facts were there. You could learn them and they didn’t go away. They didn’t change into magic rings, dragons or even vampires.
Her life had featured quite enough of the sort of thing that fairy tales were known for.
On the other hand… Could she cheat? Couldn’t she tell a story like that? Relay the facts and present them as fiction?
No… because she’d never come across a princess in all that time.
She glanced at Tara… Well, maybe she’d come close to it. Tara was the princess of her heart after all, and there’d been coming. Lots of coming. But she’d never met a real princess. At least not so far as she knew.
“Well, okay,” Willow said. If she was going to have to do this, she had to grasp the nettle and just get on with it. She had an expectant audience and any second now they were going to start chanting ‘We want the story. We want the story.’ “Okay – there – well, I guess there was this princess.”
“No!” Lily said. “That’s wrong.”
“Wrong?” She’d barely even started. Her problem wasn’t even with the princess. She had the princess there in her mind. What happened next was kind of a problem but she had the princess figured out.
Kinda blonde. Blue eyed. Might be a stereotype, but hey… Best she could manage with the material to hand, she thought glancing at Tara again.
“Wrong,” Lily confirmed.
“Once upon a time,” the Princess coughed from beside Lily.
Princess Know-it-all obviously.
“Oh. Right. Once upon a time…”
It wasn’t like Ira or Sheila had ever been really big on stories – let alone fairy tales. How was she supposed to know how this went? They were only the most famous words in literature.
“Once upon a time,” she started again, feeling that words actually empowered her. “There was a Princess.”
“What was she like?” Lily asked.
Willow paused, looked to Tara and then just let it go. “She was the most beautiful Princess in the whole world,” she said. “She had beautiful long hair, eyes that you wanted to get lost in and she cared for everyone.”
“I like her,” Lily said, snuggling up in Tara’s embrace.
“So do I,” Willow said as Tara grinned at her over the girl’s head. “So, there was this Princess and she was very lonely.”
“But you said everyone liked her?” Lily asked.
“They did,” Willow admitted, realising that Lily wasn’t going to let any little inconsistency go. “But it wasn’t her fault that she was lonely. She was trapped in a… a…”
“Castle?” Lily asked.
“That’s right. She was trapped in a castle, and even though everyone liked her, they didn’t know she was lonely. They hadn’t really seen her for a long time.”
“That’s sad.”
“It is,” Willow agreed. “But she couldn’t get out because her Daddy was keeping her inside, not letting her go out.”
“Why?”
“He was very afraid, because he loved her too – and he was afraid that if she went out then something bad would happen to her,” Willow explained.
“Like a wolf?” Lily checked.
Wolves obviously made sense as a bad thing for Princesses who got out of the castle. In fact a wolf could ruin just about anyone’s day.
“Like that, he was just afraid for her though.”
“That’s sad. Why didn’t he let her friends come to play with her?” Lily asked.
“He…” Willow paused, thinking about it. “He didn’t think that a Princess should be playing with the people she liked.”
“I don’t like him,” Lily decided with a finality that approached Willow’s own.
Willow smiled. He could have that effect. “So one day the Princess was in the castle, high in a tower with - ”
“Will-oh?” Lily asked.
“Yes, honey?”
“This isn’t going to be Rapunzel is it?” the girl checked. “Cos I heard that. And you did sasy she had long hair.”
“No,” Willow said. “Cos, you know… ouchies to climbing up hair.”
“Ouchies,” Lily agreed.
“Definitely ouchies,” Tara said.
“So, she – the Princess – was sat in a room high in the tower with the other ladies from the castle, and they weren’t being very nice to her at all,” Willow continued.
“Why?”
“Because all they cared about was being nice to the King, they didn’t care about her – and that made her so sad that she didn’t really like to talk to them at all. Even though they were there.”
“They’re not nice either,” Lily said.
“No, they’re not. But it’s okay… because today, unlike all the other days, someone new came into the tower,” Willow explained.
“Who? A Prince?”
“Well, it could’ve been a Prince – for anyone other Princess it might’ve been. But this was a very special princess, and this is a very special story - ” Willow said.
“How?”
“This is your story. So… Shall it be a Prince? Do you like boys?” she asked.
“No! Boys are ewwwie,” the girl said.
Willow grinned. “That’s right. That’s what the Princess thought too – boys are ewwwiee. So this wasn’t a Prince that came to see her. It was another girl, there in the tower for the first time.”
“What was she like?” Lily asked.
“Well, she wasn’t like the Princess,” Willow explained. “She was pretty – but she had shorter hair, and she was out all the time. Fighting monsters and sometimes helping to save the entire world.”
“All of it?” Lily asked.
“That’s right. All of it. Every last bit,” Willow confirmed.
“So what happened?”
“Well, if you’d pipe down, then maybe I could tell you,” Willow said.
Lily pantomimed a zipper being pulled across her lips, but none of them had any expectation of that lasting any length of time.
“That’s better. Well, the girl who came in that day. She saw the Princess, who was soooo sad that she was hiding her face behind her long hair. Kinda like that,” she said as Tara demonstrated.
Lily giggled.
“Well, she saw her there and she knew the Princess was sad, but she didn’t know why,” Willow said. “Not then anyway.”
“Why didn’t she ask?” Lily blurted.
The girl squealed as Tara tickled her. “Because some people know when to stop asking questions!”
“She couldn’t ask,” Willow explained. “Everyone else was there. They’d all have laughed at the Princess.”
“So what did she do?”
“She smiled,” Willow said. “They both smiled at each other.”
Looking to Tara, who of course knew this story, they shared that moment again.
“And did they live happily ever after?” Lily asked.
“Not yet,” Willow revealed. “I mean, there’s not much of a story there is there?”
Lily shook her head firmly.
Not that she could get into what’d really happened. Psychopathic floating men with surgically fixed grins weren’t really bedtime story fodder at this age.
“Well,” Willow said. “The thing was that the girl was secretly a witch.” Lily’s face dropped in disappointment, which was interesting. “No,” Willow said before she lost her. “She’s a good witch. And because she was into saving the world – she knew how to get into the castle without anyone knowing too.”
“No hair ouchies,” Lily said.
“No…” Willow said. “The girl remembered the Princesses smile from that day on. It was all that she could think about, even when everything else was happening like saving the world. So one night she went back to the castle, after everyone had gone to sleep.”
“Were there guards?” Lily asked, yawning.
“Oh yes,” Willow said. “Lots. But they never saw her. She was able to make herself invisible. And because they were on the look out for ewwiee-Princes they didn’t even worry about what a good witch might do. So she snuck inside and to the bottom of the tower the Princess lived in.”
Willow glanced at Lily, perhaps her story was boring, but she was sure that the girl was getting close to falling asleep. Was that success, or failure?
“Then she used her magic to climb up the outside of the tower…” Willow said, letting the words trail off as she checked Lily again. There was still a reaction there, but much muted by tiredness.
“And when she reached the window, she looked inside,” Willow explained. “And saw the Princess, lying in bed… Just like you are now.”
She reached over and stroked Lily’s forehead, pushing her hair back gently and then helping Tara extricate herself from the now sleeping girl.
They slipped from the room and pulled the door closed behind them – off the latch so Lily could open it easily if she needed to.
Before Willow could do much else though, she found Tara kissing her tenderly on the lips. “What was that for? Not that I’m, like, objecting or anything.”
“For being you,” Tara said. “And for telling our story.”
“Starting to,” Willow said. “I actually discovered some creativity when the girl went up the tower though. So maybe it wasn’t quite our story.”
“This girl,” Tara said, heading into their bedroom with just the barest hint of provocative sass in her gait, “wouldn’t happen to be a red-head would she?”
“She could very well be,” Willow admitted as she followed Tara. “And the Princess bears more than a passing resemblance to a certain woman who’s sat in front of a mirror right now.”
There Tara was, looking back at her in that mirror. “Thought so. But this girl, saving the world all the time, climbing towers and all that. She sounds kinda…”
“Yes?” Willow asked, pulling her tee over her head.
“She sounds kinda… sporty, tomboyish perhaps.”
“Well, maybe compared to the Princess,” Willow agreed. “Perhaps. She definitely has her hair all short – or tied back. Practical like. Not necessarily big with the butch though.” Finding a band on the dresser, she did just that, leaning over to check in the mirror that she hadn’t missed any strands.
“Hmm,” Tara said. “I’ve always said that’s a good look on you.”
“Have you?” Willow asked. “I seem to remember that you actually took a liking to my hair fanned out all over you.”
“Can’t I like you in more ways than one?” Tara asked.
“You’ve always done much more than just like me,” Willow teased, stroking her fingers over the back of Tara’s neck.
“So I have,” Tara agreed. “But come on… I want to hear the rest of the story.”
“Oh, that. It’s a good job Lily fell asleep,” Willow said. “I’m not sure that the rest was suitable for such tender young ears.”
“Ohhh,” Tara said. “It’s like that is it?” She didn’t exactly sound surprised.
“It is… it really is,” Willow said. “Perhaps you could help me out with the visualisation, just to get my creative… juices flowing?”
“Always happy to help.”
“You are very obliging, to be sure,” Willow teased.
“Just tell me what you need.”
“Well,” she said, thinking back to the image that had been in her head. “Our heroine climbs the tower, comes to the window and looks inside to see the Princess lying in bed.”
“I’m guessing it’s a warm night?” Tara said.
“You wouldn’t be wrong, baby,” she agreed. “The Princess is in her night dress, lying on the bed and virtually uncovered so the light breeze can cool her.”
Tara smiled. “Give me a moment for that?” She picked her nightdress from under the pillow and went into the bathroom with it.
“Don’t be long,” Willow whispered, mostly to herself.
Ordinarily, of course, Tara wouldn’t have even vanished like that but this was all a part of the story wasn’t it. If their heroine had witnessed the delights of Tara’s body – the Princess’ body – while she got undressed, would she have waited at all to see whether she was under or over the covers?
Oh… hell no.
Tara’s reappearance, leaving her clothes behind, was just as slinky as the satin she was wearing. Oh no, the shy awkward girl who’d never have thought she could be ‘sexy’ was long since gone. This Tara just knew she was, at least to the woman she loved.
Unfortunately the approximation of the Scarlett pose that Tara adopted on the bed, just made her laugh. “Come on,” she said, recovering. “If you want to hear this – you need to play properly.”
“Sorry,” Tara said, collecting herself and adopting a less dramatic posture. “The Princess was asleep?”
“She was when our heroine arrived…” Willow corrected, thinking that perhaps a wide-awake Princess could be more fun. It was just an inkling she had about where that fun was likely to lie.
She went over towards the window, looking over at Tara stretching on the bed. There was something vaguely kittenish about her, even now. Eyes fluttering open, looking over at her.
“Does our heroine always plan raids on virgin Princess’ in her bra?” Tara asked suddenly.
“I guess,” Willow said. “Think of it as more leather. Or possibly chain-maily.”
Tara nodded, then frowned. “But what would be the point of that? I mean – chain mail. Just over your boobs?”
“Well, she wouldn’t want her boobs getting cut, would she?” Willow asked.
“True, but I was thinking more about why she didn’t get armour anywhere else?” Tara clarified for her.
“Could be worse,” Willow pointed out. “If I’d taken off my jeans we’d be pretending it was a mail string…”
“Ouch,” Tara said. “Now that’s gotta chafe. More than the bra already must. What’s worse than a g-string up your crack? A chain mail g-string up your crack.”
“Oh, don’t,” Willow replied, not really wanting to get into it. “All these fantasy artists… definitely men.”
“Gee, do you think?”
Willow wasn’t averse to admitting that it could look pretty good though. But she really didn’t need a giant sword she could barely lift. Not for what she had in mind. There were no dragons to slay. Just a Princess in her bed…
“Look… anyway… Our heroine comes to the Princess’ window, steps inside. The Princess feels the change in temperature as the windows open wider… wakes up and…”
Tara smiled. In fact she smiled the sort of smile that suggested the Princess wasn’t the virginal shut-in that everyone had her made out to be. “Oh… hello.”
“This isn’t the way it’s supposed to go,” Willow said.
The nightdress started to creep upwards as Tara gathered it in her fingers, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her legs.
“Here to save me?” Tara asked.
“Tara… this is my story.”
Rolling on to her side, breasts lolling deliciously in the satin, somehow Tara managed to make her forget her arguments before they were fully formed.
“Perhaps you should call me Princess, for now…” The nightdress continued to creep upwards, to the point it was oh so very clear what Tara – the Princess – had in mind.
“Are you always this welcoming to strange women who come through your window?” Willow asked, suddenly feeling the urge to be just as heroic as her character had been about to be.
“No… Just to the ones who make me smile.”
She walked across the room, over towards the bed. “And how can I help you, Your Highness?”
“You can make me smile again?”
Willow giggled at just how absurd, and yet compelling, this was turning out to be. But this kind of compulsion would never be strange, this was just how Tara made her feel. “I’d be happy to try, Princess. Any ideas?”
“A few.” The nightdress finally went high enough that there was really no point to wearing it at all. The Princess no longer had any modesty to preserve.
“And how many of them involve me showing you appropriate devotion and fealty?” Willow asked.
“You can fealty me all you like,” Tara teased.
“Oh, come on!” Willow said. “Play or don’t.”
“I don’t know what fealty is,” Tara explained, shrugging.
“Even if that was true, you could’ve guessed. You just wanted to make a joke out of it,” Willow accused. It wasn’t like they’d done this before. They’d always, always been themselves and now they were… another version of themselves. Why would they want to be anyone else?
“I’m sorry…” Tara said.
Willow finally stepped up to the edge of the bed. “Undress me, Princess.”
Tara grinned, obviously pleased to be back into it. She reached up and worked on the buckle of her belt, then the button and zipper of the jeans, pushing them open and a little downwards.
“No chainmail,” Tara commented, running her fingers around the cotton that had revealed.
“I didn’t think I’d need the protection,” Willow replied.
“Oh, you’re right,” Tara agreed. “You’re definitely safe with me.”
Willow pushed her lover’s shoulder. “I’m not so sure you’re safe with me though,” she said as Tara fell onto her back on the bed, looking up at her.
She struggled for a minute with her jeans, then got them down around her ankles where she could shove at them with her feet until they came off. “You know, I can see the obvious advantage of just wearing chainmail bikini,” Willow said as she finally kicked them away.
“There’s no advantage,” Tara said and took her hand, pulling her onto the bed.
“Shame it’s not a four poster,” Willow said, looking at the bed the same bed they’d been in the first time they’d…
“Just use your imagination,” Tara breathed as Willow took up the position atop of her.
Reaching back, Willow unfastened her bra and let it fall onto Tara’s still satin covered belly. “Oh, I am. I am. I’m all imagination girl.”
Tara’s hands slid up her belly, towards her now revealed breasts, but Willow pushed them away. “No, Princess. I’m not here for that.”
Tara grinned. “Sure about that are you?” She tried again, and Willow pushed her hands away a second time.
“Well, okay, I’m not here for that yet.”
“So what are you here for?” Tara asked.
“I understood that there was a lonely, beautiful woman here in desperate need of a ravishing.”
“Really?” Tara asked. “Where is she?”
“Between my legs,” Willow said, stroking Tara’s hair back.
“Well, I’m not lonely,” Tara said and pushed a hand between Willow’s legs, rubbing her through the not-chain-mail panties. See, that would have to chafe in those fantasy scenarios. How could that ever feel so good when it was links of metal and not…
“Ohhh. But you are beautiful,” Willow said, moving gently against the probing hand. “Very beautiful.”
“One out of two ain’t bad,” Tara assured her.
“Not at all, but I guess it all comes down to whether you need a ravishing or not?” she asked, but the way Tara was making her feel – the way this whole thing was making her feel – she wouldn’t have been averse to a bit of ravishing herself. But who ever heard of the heroine being ravished by the Princess? It just wasn’t done in fairy tale circles.
But in fairy tails where the tail was this hot…
“I’m easy,” Tara said.
“Oh, I know that, but it wasn’t what I asked!”
Tara slapped her thigh, laughing. “You think I’m easy?!”
“I think you’d spread for any red-haired heroine who came through your window – with or without chainmail lingerie – and happened to be named Willow the Magnificent.”
“Hmm,” Tara said, still rubbing her so very intimately. “You might well be right, you know. I can see me getting with any woman who met those criteria.”
“Told you… Easy.”
Tara made a play of sighing and spread both her arms and legs wider. “You’re so right. I just need to be ravished. Do it at once.”
Willow grinned and moved back down the bed, all the better to appreciate the widespread Tara that was revealed to her – night dress pressed up above her breasts by now. “Lose the dress,” Willow said, pushing at what remained of her own underwear to get rid of it.
Tara did as she was told and then lay there once again, spread and obviously in some need. “We’ll have to be quiet,” she said.
“You want to be ravished quietly?” Willow asked. She knew why, Lily was just down the hall. But… “How does that work?”
“Kinda like a normal ravishing,” Tara replied. “Just don’t surprise me.”
“So… Your everyday, run of the mill, sexy as fuck ravishing then?”
“Sounds about right.”
“Okay,” Willow replied, lowering her lips to Tara’s torso, kissing her way along the lowest of her lover’s ribs and then moving lower still to the smooth stomach and belly.
“I didn’t know this was how hero’s ravished,” Tara whispered as Willow found her way to the fulcrum of those parted legs.
Willow raised her head. “I think the key to a good ravishing,” she said and then punctuated it with a very pertinent kiss, “is taking exactly what you want from whatever Princess you have spread before you.”
“And you want…. Ohhh… that.”
Tara responded well to the oral attention that Willow started to lavish on her. No shock there, Willow was sure this was quite the most responsive Princess there had ever been. She gradually increased the tension and contact that she was making with her lover’s most sensitive places, building the sensual pressure for both of them.
She wasn’t a stranger who’d just come through the window for a quick ravish. She was an experienced lover who knew all her woman’s most intimate secrets. All the touches, caresses and yes, ravishing that would get this Princess going.
Working inwards from the swollen lips, through the fine down and to the wet evidence of pre-existing desire, she pushed her tongue towards, over and into those places. Touched, licked and yes, tongue-fucked her lover so the wetness grew. So the moans, sighs and words of encouragement became rawer and even more filled with desire.
Desperate even.
Tara’s hipped bucked against her face and Willow held her down, not wanting either of them to lose control enough turn this into a magical interlude. She pressed her hand flat against her lover’s belly, pushing downwards while she licked in tightening circles around the heart of her girl’s pleasure.
The other arm she had snaked around one of Tara’s thighs – keeping her spread wide even when reflex clearly wanted to tighten around her face and hold her there.
It wasn’t like she’d intended to go anywhere… Not until she had Tara on the brink of orgasm.
Not until she could deny her in the very best of causes.
Willow lifted her head – smiled up at Tara, letting her know with a look what the fate of that orgasm actually was.
Denial.
Tara moaned, disappointed, but she had to know it wasn’t the end by any means. Willow resisted all the efforts to bring her tongue, lips or hands – anything – to Tara’s sex and force a conclusion. She had sympathy – only a few nights ago Tara had done just the same to her – and now she was determined to return the favour.
Because when completion did, eventually, come it would be all the more intense. All the sweeter. Really worthy of being called a ravishing.
“Finish me,” Tara demanded, her hips fluttering and demanding.
“No,” Willow said.
“Why?” Tara asked in a strangled groan.
“Because, now you’re ready for me, it’s time for you to really be ravished,” Willow said.
Tara’s eyes snapped open. “That – that wasn’t a ravishing?” Still she was trying to push her needy sex into Willow’s face.
“No,” Willow said. “That was just what happens when a Princess looks as beautiful as you and the heroine can’t help herself. This is a ravishing.”
She moved higher up the bed, and Tara’s body of course. Her lips blazed the trail. Her hanging breasts did their part and her hands brought up the rear… At least until she was able to position herself over Tara’s thigh – which raised to give her what she wanted, pushing against her sex.
For a few seconds she enjoyed that sensation, the warm pressure against her damp flesh as she pushed backwards and forwards, finding the rhythm that matched her current need, one that Tara met with her, hands lifting to her breasts.
“Yes, love,” Tara murmured as Willow’s hand went between her legs, the intention so very clear and often proved in the past. “Ravish me.”
Willow didn’t need any invitation, though she did choose to start slowly. Stroking, rubbing gently to coat her fingers in Tara’s need before she did what they both wanted. She slipped her fingers into her lover, two of them, and started to move firmly inside the Princess she’d come here to possess and love.
Tara’s moans started to build once again, still some way off a crescendo, but definitely some way along the road to orgasm. The timing was good, the disappointment of a few minutes earlier had been replaced by an appreciation of the overall effect. A build of need and desire.
Willow moved her whole body against Tara as she took her, fucked her. Between her thighs, Tara’s slipped up and down against her pussy, giving her welcome – necessary – stimulation. That pleasure was what drove the speed and force of her movements in and out of her lover’s sex.
Moving her hips in waves, thrusting against Tara’s leg, she pushed her breasts against Tara’s hands. She thrust her fingers into her lover’s pussy. Withdrew them. Held them inside and then taunted by threatening to withdraw totally.
All of it was bound up in her pleasure, and in using that to determine just what Tara could have.
And when.
“Fuck me,” Tara moaned as her orgasm was obviously approaching.
Willow buried her head between Tara’s shoulder and neck, biting gently at every thrust and provoking still deeper sounds of pleasure from the woman she loved. Ravishing her was just the latest way to prove it.
She knew as Tara’s passion built that they weren’t going to come together – this position wasn’t doing much more than warming her, it was Tara’s pleasure and response that was really setting her off – and she allowed her woman’s needs to take over. She followed all the signs she knew so well.
The heat. The moans. The movements and the facial expressions. The look in the eyes and the whimpers. The words of love and those that were cruder, more needy. The instructions – whether verbal or animal – which demanded that this time, ravishing would have to result in a crashing, physical expression of their devotion to each other.
Willow’s fingers worked their magic, stroking inside. The sensitive places, while her thumb found Tara’s clit and…
Tara’s orgasm hit them both hard. Made both of them moan and strangle cries that they wouldn’t want their houseguest to hear. Tara’s fingers tightened on her breast while the other hand clutched her butt, pulling her to the convulsing body a desire to be ever closer.
Determined to ride it, to extract every drop of pleasure from the woman she loved, Willow kept up the pressure. Leading Tara from the tip of every wave over to the next… and even when sensation started to fall away, she tried to make sure that it wouldn’t. But Tara stopped her from carrying her straight back up to the summit again.
Their eyes fixed together and Willow’s movements in her lover’s pussy stilled… The muscles that had been clasping her inside, relaxed, stirred again and then finally released…
She knew what Tara wanted. She was the one who’d determined what ravishing was. It was taking what you wanted. What you needed. And what your lover so very much wanted to give you...
“Sit on my face,” Tara breathed.
She didn’t need to be told twice. Oh yes, she needed to come too. She needed what Tara needed to give her. And now both of them would take that too.
Willow slipped her fingers from Tara’s sex, leaving wet trails up her lover’s sweating body as she went… And then she started to move up once more. Until she rested over Tara’s face – clasping the headboard as she felt the warm breath against her wet sex.
Tara’s hands fixed around her thighs, pulling her downwards. Willow fought it, wanting it to be slower than that. She paused at what was evidently the very tip of Tara’s tongue, feeling it flicker through her lips and – maddeningly – it looked like Tara was willing to let her stay there indefinitely.
So it was she that was the one to push herself down on her lovers face and urge that seeking tongue to move inside her pussy. To give her what she needed.
And by the time she was arching her back, supported by Tara’s hands and the headboard, ready to come, Willow wasn’t sure who was ravishing whom anymore.
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If I wanted a little pussy, I've got my own to play with.
Chance in *Chance*
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Willow really tells a nice story 
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