Title: MASTER TARA: REVENGE
OF EVIL PUPPY
Author: psimetis
E-mail: psimetis@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Season 3, Doppelgangland
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: vampireW/T
Characters: Vamp Willow, Tara, Master Tara (Dark Tara), Vamp Xander, Evil Puppy,
Dark Slayer Buffy, Slayer Faith, Watcher man Giles
Disclaimer: All characters of BtVS and its universe are all rights and owned
by Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon. This is a fan to fan appreciative effort made
for absolutely no profit.
Summary: Wishverse (3rd in Veracity-verse): Continuation to Master Tara: Master
Witch Of Sunnydale. Vamp Willow shows Tara the second part of her Dark Tara
story, and they share a revelation at the end. Silly Fic, Raunch, Comedy, Romance,
Hurt/Comfort, Angst, D/s
Warnings: Dom/sub, Cussing, Very Frank Dirty Boink Talk, A Messy Xander-Happy
Author’s Note: I personally think Vamp Will’s writing needs just a
little editing help, but I’m not going to be the one to tell her that.
:0 And neither is her Tara. :D
Further Notes: Please don’t mistake Vamp Wil’s style of writing for
mine. ;)
* * *
MASTER TARA: REVENGE OF EVIL PUPPY
Once upon a time, there was a red haired vampire named Willow (Vamp Mistress
of Aurelius and Sunnydale), with a very human, very sweet, very soft, pretty,
stuttery, Wiccy, witchy girlfriend by the name of Tara. Evil Willow the Wicked
(as foes and acquaintances alike liked to call her), was very, very fond of
her humany girlfriend. Not fond enough to eat her to death (as in eating all
her blood--rather than the other kind of ‘eating’), but very fond
in a, ‘I think I really kinda like my girlfriend lots and lots yippee!’
kind of way. And she was certain Tara felt the same way about evil Willow herself
too. That made the vampire all kinds of happy.
But then Willow got to wondering (thanks to her stupid vamp sibling, Xander),
what her goodie girlfriend would be like if she were actually Dark--not evil-dark,
but more like really Dark Hard Ass. The idea made Willow excited. She was so
excited she wrote a story about it. It was called:
MASTER TARA: MASTER WITCH OF SUNNYDALE.
‘Master Tara’ was about a hard ass, dark witch named Tara and how
she was Master Witch of Sunnydale, ruling over demons and Slayers alike. Tara
even owned the Aurelius Ring (hence, her title, ‘Master Tara’). She
also had a faithful, favorite, very pretty, vampire, sex slave named Willow-Pet
whom Master Tara happily boinked. Willow (the vampire writer, not the vampire
slave), liked writing the boinking parts best. And when the vampire showed the
story to her own Tara--weee! It inspired more boinking, of the ‘Me, Tara,
Alpha-Witch!’ variety, which was a totally new thing in their love-ship.
Recent memories of such fresh, butch-Taraness in bed made Willow sigh happily
and pull out her stolen laptop to put nimble, pale fingers to the keyboard again.
She just had to write the sequel!
* * *
“Hey baby,” Tara smiled, as she opened her dorm door to her vampire.
Willow was dressed in her usual black leather and gothy ensemble. Tonight, it
had a flash of crimson--a blood red, crushed velvet top that pushed up Willow’s
modest-sized breasts. Tara’s eyes lidded appreciatively, and the corner
of the witch’s yummy mouth crept up (Yippee! Thought Willow). The self-styled
Mistress of Sunnydale slowly slinked in--in her typical ‘deadly vamp’
fashion--and gave her witch a little smirk. Tara saw the very expensive sunglasses
in Willow’s red hair.
“Did Angel, um, Puppy, drive you?” Tara asked.
“Yes,” Willow answered with a smile, as she turned to her girlfriend
to give her a light kiss on the lips. “I let him out and told him to go
protect the campus.”
“That’s good,” Tara agreed. Angel-Puppy was a vampire with a
soul, so that made the male vampire feel all sorts of guilty for the atrocities
he’d committed before he was ensouled. Tara was glad that Willow was letting
her pet Puppy out more. That way he could work out his soulful frustrations
on the non-Aurelius evils out there.
“And speaking of Puppy,” Willow deliberately emphasized with
a very pleased look on her face. The way her vampire smiled with such meaning
made Tara think, oh! Something special was gonna happen! And with a flourish,
Willow presented a manuscript from behind her back. Tara clapped her hands in
delight.
“Oh!! Is that?” she asked, accepting the thin, red spiral bound story.
She had waited impatiently for weeks to find out what happened to Willow-Slave
and Master Tara. She immediately read the cover:
MASTER TARA: REVENGE OF EVIL PUPPY
“O boy!” Tara enthused with a wide smile to her grinning girlfriend,
and she urged Willow to come quickly to the bed and sit with her. The witch,
once they were both settled on the bed, put the manuscript in her lap and opened
it to the first page.
“It starts off where we left off last time,” Willow reminded Tara,
before the blonde could start reading.
“You mean with the popsicle?” Tara queried, looking at her vampire.
“No, the bathroom sex,” Willow gave with a dismissive gesture about
the ‘popsicle’. The vampire hadn’t been all that interested in
writing Slay-Faith and Slay-Buff boinking each other. She had wanted to write
more Master Tara! Tara just nodded at her vampire’s answer, and returned
her attention to the first page.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
MASTER TARA: REVENGE OF EVIL PUPPY
After the Slayers One F and Two B had left the warehouse bathroom, Master Tara
held her still shuddering pet close to her and murmured soft endearments in
her sweet, dulcet tones. Sometimes Willow was so overcome when Master fucked
her like that, she didn’t know where she was.
“Oh oh oh,” Willow breathed raggedly as she lay in Master’s comforting
arms on the messy bathroom floor, and what was funny was that she actually needed
to ‘breathe’ during such moments too.
“Thank you, Master!” Willow finally managed to give out. She imagined
Master’s lush, wide mouth smiling against her red locks as she held her.
She hoped Master was pleased with her.
“Pretty pet,” Master Tara merely said into Willow’s red hair.
“Up you go!” she added, and helped set her vampire slave up on her
shaky legs. (By now, Master’s Big Pet Boinking Tool from last story had
magically disappeared back into the magical sex ether it had come from). Willow
bent to pick up her skirt as Master held her hand, and she finally noticed the
obnoxious sounds of the Slay Two whooping it up (or something) out on the warehouse
floor.
“FUCK B’--AW HELL--GIMME SUMMA THAT!” Faith-Slay was yelling.
“RRRROOOOOAR!!” Little Buf-Slay roared.
SQUISHY SQUISHY SQUISHY SQUISHY--
“Wha,” Willow said a little shakily. “What they doing?”
(Willow-Slave was always a little retarded after a Master-Fuck).
* * *
* * *
“Teehee!” Tara giggled in embarrassment when she read the sentence.
“It’s true!” Willow affirmed with a grin, as she shimmied just
a little closer to her girlfriend. Tara just smiled briefly back and returned
her attention to the manuscript.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
“Popsicle,” Tara simply answered. She encircled her little vamp slave
in her arms. “Here we go. Let’s put you to bed.”
And POOF! They were suddenly in the Master Chamber at the Master’s Lair
in the Bronze.
“Master? Can I?...” Willow tried to say, as Master Tara folded down
the covers of the huge, sprawling Master Bed and made Willow sit in it. Her
vampire pet tentatively touched her gorgeous, blonde Master on her very curvy,
leather clad hip. Willow-pet really wanted to give her Master pleasure.
“Not now. Later,” Master ordered, as she knelt that curvaceous figure
down and removed her slave’s cute little, shiny, black Mary Janes and very
cute, pussy cat bobby socks. “I have to go find bad Puppy.”
“I wonder how he got evil,” Willow murmured, as Master removed her
vampire’s last bit of clothing and tucked her naked, little Willow-pet
in.
“That’s what I’m going to find out,” Tara answered, making
sure Willow was all snug in the bed. Her beautiful hand smoothed Willow-Slave’s
messy red hair back. “No sneaking away from the bed,” Master warned
with a piercing blue stare that made Willow feel pinned to the bed. “I
want you right here and safe.”
“Yes Master,” Willow answered submissively, and Tara straightened
with a look of approval on her beautiful face.
Willow made a tiny, little sound though, when Master Tara finally turned away.
“What?” Master immediately asked, looking down at her slave, and Willow-pet
couldn’t look her in the eye.
“Nothing,” Willow mumbled, trying to pretend her little needy sound
(which she was very embarrassed about), didn’t happen, but Master somehow
knew what her pet wanted. She immediately bent over, her rich, blonde locks
cascading down to caress her vampire’s face before her lush lips did. Willow
happily accepted Master’s hot, soft mouth.
“My sweet girl,” Master finally half-smiled after the good night kiss.
She straightened her gorgeous body once more. “Now go to sleep.”
“Yes Master,” Willow acquiesced with a cute yawn, and then went absolutely
still, like vampires do, and fell asleep.
* * *
* * *
“Aw, sweet girl,” Tara said softly, as she read the scene with an
affectionate, gentle grin, and Willow smiled proudly. Yes, the vampire thought
smugly, she wrote ‘Willow-pet’ very well. And Master too. Then her
own Tara turned to her with warm, blue eyes and leaned over to give the vampire
a sweet kiss on the mouth. Yay me! Willow congratulated herself. Tara turned
to read the manuscript once more.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
“Hello my beautiful Mistress of the Perfectly Made Melons,” Xander
salivated when Master Tara’s magnificent body exited her Master Chamber.
The Goddess glared at her Xan-lieutenant on the Bronze’s main floor. Xander-whelp
waggled his masculine, dark eyebrows before he could stop himself. He was such
a dog.
“What. Happened. To my Puppy,” Master Tara pronounced slowly so that
Xander-pup could understand.
“Well, my bodacious Babe--’stress,” Xan-pup hastily added as
Master’s beautiful blue eyes narrowed. “One moment I’m talkin’
guy talk with him, about who would have the awesome privilege of finally taking
Mistress’ highly valued Virginity--” (Master’s perfectly cerulean
blue orbs widened at this) “--When he suddenly says that you promised
it to him--” Xan-pup made a derisive sound. “And that your
promise just made him the happiest vamp in the world and the next thing
I knew, Wham! He’s all over the floor going ‘Ahhhhh!’, losing
his soul, and then he gets up and he’s Evil.”
Master listened very carefully with her very pretty ears to what stupid Xan
was saying.
“The thought,” Master surmised very slowly. “Of being the first,
actual male, to take my virginity with his own....turgid tool,
made my Puppy......‘Happy’.”
“Yeah,” agreed the dark haired male vamp, who had to shift to adjust
his tight, leather pants.
“Thoughts of......lying between my legs and driving his.....hard,
male shaft home and through my vulnerable, maiden barrier gave him.....perfect
Happiness,” Master then clarified in her clear, melodious tones.
“Oh yeah,” Xander agreed, doing another manly shift of his lower body.
“The idea of being my first, with the spurting of the messy
male seed between my wide, open, welcoming thighs blessed Puppy with a moment
of Perfect Bliss,” Master mused with an elegant frown.
“OhFUCKYeah!!” Xander shouted, as he held the pool table with both
his firm, masculine hands. He gave the surface an enthusiastic hump, head thrown
back in his own bliss.
“You vampires are so easy,” the Master decided, pouty mouth pursed
in sexy-looking contemplation. On the Bronze floor, male and female minions
alike were trying to get themselves off, totally turned on by the incredible
fantasy of male-style boinking the gorgeous Master right in her Goddess Virgin
center.
* * *
* * *
Tara self-consciously crossed her legs beneath her long, flowery skirt and blushed
hard. She snuck a sideways glance at her girlfriend, who was grinning rather
lasciviously--practically like the salivating Xander-pup in the story. Tara
cleared her throat.
“Um,” she murmured under her breath. “I like being a virgin.”
“Oh,” Willow agreed readily. “I know.”
Tara uncrossed--then crossed her legs again. That’s what I get for having
a fiendish predator for a girlfriend, the blonde witch mentally admonished to
herself.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
While Master questioned Xander the Boink-Brain, Evil Puppy decided to sneak
back into the Lair through the Master Chamber’s basement access.
“You got some nerve!” Willow threw at the big vamp from where she
lay, suddenly wide awake, in Master’s very big bed. Evil Puppy just grinned
at her like an evil thing (which he now was), and straightened out of his evil
sneak mode.
“Oh,” Evil Puppy tsked. “Look at the little pussy cat. Smelling
all well-fucked. You’re such a good little whore,” he sneered. Puppy’s
handsome, broad face was all snarky.
“You’re a better whore than me, you spread your ass cheeks for Master
everyday!” Willow crowed from the bed. That remark (and a very true one),
made Evil Puppy all kinds of angry. With a roar, he was on the bed in an instant,
tearing back the covers and grabbing the little childe. He had intended to beat
and rape the little pet anyway, and leave the red haired childe in an awful
condition for Mistress to find.
* * *
* * *
“Hm,” Tara murmured darkly, a very unhappy frown marring her pretty
face as she continued reading intently. The blonde reached up and placed a hand
possessively at the nape of Willow’s neck. The vampire smiled and snuggled
closer.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
Big and little fists flew. Evil Puppy and Willow-Pet managed to exchange a few,
wild blows before Master’s icy voice rang out in the chamber--
“ENOUGH,” Master Tara commanded, her mellifluous voice so cold it
practically froze the combatants on the bed. Then Evil Puppy remembered that
he didn’t want to be her Puppy anymore, and viciously socked Willow-pet
in the eye.
“Ow!!!” Willow cried, and Master immediately raised an exquisite arm
to punish the Bad Puppy with a powerful blast of Witchy Mojo. Magic shot from
her palm.
Unfortunately, whatever the Master Witch had intended to blast Evil Puppy with,
suddenly bounced off the large vamp and shot back at Tara instead. Struck by
her own Mojo attack, Master flew backwards into Xander-pup, who immediately
flew back into the ten or so minions crowding the Master Chamber door. Master
Tara shook off the effects of her own magic and staggered to her feet. Evil
Puppy laughed heartily, his large hands now around Willow-Slave’s neck.
“D’ya think I’d come back and not think to protect m’self?”
he sneered in his old, Irish brog’y manner. “Now watch yer Favorite
die!” Bad Puppy proclaimed loudly, and dramatically drew out an ornate,
silver dagger and raised it into the air.
Willow heard Master shout just as her one green eye (the other one was already
swelling up! Stupid Puppy!) spied a really ugly, gold medallion peeking out
from inside Evil Puppy’s pimp daddy shirt. Not heeding the dagger or the
vise-like hand at her throat, Willow tried to make a grab for the medallion.
Too late!! Suddenly she shrieked as she felt the cold, silver metal sink fast
and deep into her shoulder. Puppy sprang away from her, his deed done, and as
Xander and his minions scrambled after him, Evil Pup ran for the back entrance
and was gone.
Willow could feel her muscles seizing up around the awful blade--she grabbed
the handle futilely, and it was Master’s firm grip that quickly pulled
it out seconds later. Willow shrieked again. She nearly hollered a third time
(in surprise and almost-arousal!) when she felt Master’s hot mouth on the
wound and actually sucking on it!
“You need to bleed,” the Will-pet dazedly watched her Master’s
bloody, beautiful mouth say, right after she spat Willow’s blood out. “It’s
obvious his blade is poisoned.”
“P-Poisoned?” Willow stammered, and she realized that Master was right--already
a not very nice, clammy cold was creeping outwards from the wound area and affecting
her limbs and making her head feel funny. The vampire looked helplessly into
Master’s intense blues with her one good eye. She was suddenly afraid.
Vampires couldn’t get poisoned--not by what killed humans, anyway. Master
immediately placed her hot mouth on Willow-pet’s shoulder again.
“OH MY GOD! MASTER TARA’S A VAMP NOW!!” Buff-Slayer’s voice
shouted from across the Chamber. Irritated, Master withdrew from Willow’s
shoulder and spat out more blood.
“Oh shut up, and put that away!” Master Tara admonished, as Slayer-B
and Slayer-F held up their little stakes with wide-eyed disbelief. Actually,
Slay-Bee’s round, hazel eyes were practically swallowing her little face.
“I am not a vamp. And I told you two to get my Puppy! Instead, he came
here and managed to poison my Pet!!”
“Medallion,” Willow uttered, already beginning to feel really ill.
Interrupting Master once she got her tirade on was a big No-No, but it was important
that Master and the Slay-Two knew about Evil Puppy’s talisman.
“What,” Master Tara said, swinging her piercing, blue-eyed attention
back to her slave. Usually Willow would be a little intimidated--and turned
on--by such focused attention, but she could see the worry in her Master’s
eyes, and it comforted her a little.
“His medallion. Your magic,” Willow managed to say. Uh oh, poor Willow-pet
thought. I’m breathing hard. I don’t need to breathe. Thankfully,
Master understood right away. She swung her intense regard right back to the
Slayers F and B.
“My magic doesn’t affect Puppy. Pet says he has a medallion. Find
him, destroy that medallion, and Bring. Him. Back. HERE. We need the cure for
my Pet NOW.”
Slays Bee and Eff scrambled at the order. They ran right into Xander at the
basement exit as he tried to make his way back in to report to Master.
“What’s the 411!” Take-Charge Buff-Slay ordered Xander-whelp,
and he immediately backtracked out of the Master’s Chamber with the Slay-Two,
feeling the dire atmosphere. Quiet finally fell in Master’s Chamber, except
for the funny wheeze from Willow’s little dead lungs. They were alone now,
and Willow-slave wished her chest would stop working--it was unnecessary, kinda
noisy, and downright silly, since she didn’t need the air. But despite
her best intentions, poor Will wheezed anyway. And....and her body made sweat.
Eww.
She felt Master’s warm hand pass over her clammy skin as the vampire laid
in the blood soaked bed. Poor Willow-pet realized a little belatedly that her
uncooperative body was shivering now as well. Master’s other, elegant (and
bloody) hand held her cell phone to her ear. She pulled a chair close to the
bed and sat down.
“Watcher,” Master Tara was saying tersely. “Puppy gave my Pet
a poison. Find out anything you can about poisons for vampires.” As Master
talked on the phone and Willow shivered in the bed, two minions hurried into
the Chamber, apparently responding to Master’s silent ‘call’
button.
“Change the sheets,” Master ordered in aside to the minions, putting
her phone down. She gently pulled Willow-pet off the bed and into her lap. The
shivering vampire was comforted by Master’s wonderful warmth as her blonde
Goddess’ arms reassuringly surrounded her. Without thinking, Willow managed
to raise a shaky hand and briefly touch Master’s luscious mouth, still
all gloriously bloody. Just like a vampire.
“Washclothes. Water,” Master further added to the hurrying minions,
as Willow watched her fingers fall weakly away from those incredible lips. “Give
me that blanket.” Willow felt Master shift her body, and a soft blanket
was tucked around her shivery, naked self. She watched Master’s bloody
mouth smile, so sensuously crooked.
“Like this, do you?” Willow watched Master say in soft amusement,
and she felt her blonde Goddess’ warm hand capture her shaky one, lying
where it had fallen onto her tummy. Master brought the vampire’s trembling
hand up so Willow could touch those beautiful, stained lips again. The vampire
didn’t want to stop looking at Master’s mouth. If she did, she might
look up instead into those beautiful, blue eyes, and then Master might see more
of her pet’s fear.
* * *
* * *
“Poor baby,” Willow heard Tara murmur as she read. Her hand at the
back of Willow’s neck caressed reassuringly.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
Willow-pet couldn’t help feeling a little scared. She’d been stabbed
only moments before, and not only had her vamp healing not kicked in at all,
but she was already as weak as a baby. And all with the shaking, and wheezy
noises, and god, if she started making mucous or even puking, she’d die
of shame. She didn’t want to offend Master and make her leave.
She felt Master’s warm, firm palm lay itself against her swollen eye. There
was a fierce, soothing sensation.
“Let’s get rid of this,” she heard Master suggest softly, and
Willow-pet could already feel her eye’s swell reduce. “I want to see
both your pretty eyes.”
“I--sound funny,” Willow gasped. It was like an apology, or something.
Master was already running a cool, wet cloth on her messed up shoulder, wiping
away the tainted blood. Master’s mouth was still all bloodstained though.
Willow-pet finally realized that they were all alone again in Master’s
Chamber.
“You’re always funny,” Master gently teased her, and Will-pet
watched Master Tara’s sexy mouth creep up into her beautiful half-grin
again.
* * *
* * *
“I love that smile,” Willow whispered into Tara’s ear, and the
vampire was rewarded with the very shy, yet pleased version of that wonderful
smile.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
“Now. Let’s get you fed, all right?” Master suggested. She shifted
Willow-pet a little in her lap so that her head rested on Master’s shoulder.
Deliberately, she placed her bare forearm to her slave’s mouth. Willow’s
green eyes widened. Master never fed her vampire like this--a few licks of blood
as a reward, but not like this!
“Come on, baby,” Master was coaxing her. She offered her arm again.
“Don’t be shy.”
Willow whimpered. Her face screwed up a little, overcome with emotion and maybe
a little too much of the shivers.
“Th-Thank you,” she managed to say softly, unable to look up into
Master’s beautiful face, even though she wanted to. Tara only smiled down
at her.
“Show me your teeth, baby,” Master gently cajoled. Willow-pet obeyed,
and broke into her demon visage.
“There’s my pretty girl,” Master praised, as her vampire slid
her fangs into her Goddess’ warm flesh. She tried to do so as gently as
possible. When Master’s blood hit Willow’s mouth she nearly cried
out from the ecstatic taste of it--so hot, so full of magic. Willow’s instincts
were to clamp down and suck fast, but she struggled hard to keep her feeding
under control. She clutched at Master’s arm like a last meal.
“Good girl,” Master softly encouraged, holding her close as Willow
carefully sucked. Will-pet was relieved; Master wasn’t disgusted with her.
The vampire relaxed just a little bit more, making a few of her happy feeding
sounds. Master tasted so very good, and Willow knew she could get lost in the
high from such potent, rich blood.
* * *
* * *
“What is it?” Willow asked with a little trepidation, when Tara laid
the manuscript down for a moment, and just stared thoughtfully into space. Her
girlfriend turned to look at the vampire.
“I’ve...I’ve never heard your happy feeding sounds,” Tara
shared slowly, looking at Willow with a bemused realization. Willow felt a little
self-conscious.
“Well,” she murmured, looking down at her pale hands, one of which
wore the Aurelius ring. “It...I dunno. I mean, you’ve seen me drink
bagged blood, but live, um, feedings are like.....well, like when you enjoy
eating really, really good stuff?” Willow explained, looking up finally
into Tara’s eyes and hoping not to find disgust there. “That’s
what that’s like.”
She dropped her eyes again. This was one of those hard parts in human/vamp relationships,
Willow thought to herself a little miserably. As much as she boasted of being
an honest vampire with Tara, she did keep a few things quiet about herself.
She saw one of Tara’s hands slip over her fretful, pale ones in her lap.
The warm hand squeezed hers reassuringly.
“I’d. I’d love to find out....sometime,” she heard her girlfriend
suggest shyly.
Willow looked up at her, startled.
“You mean?” the vampire asked in soft surprise. Did her Tara mean....she’d
like Willow to bite her...sometime? That was practically too much to ask.
“Biting hurts,” Willow stated emphatically. She may be a vampire but
she wasn’t going to lie to her girlfriend about something this important.
Biting wasn’t a sexy feeling at all unless the one bitten liked the pain.
“I-I know. Bites....um, I don’t think I can do,” Tara admitted,
her eyes dropping. “B-B-But, y’know. Th-There’s.....” the
blonde’s voice trailed off.
“What?” Willow prompted.
“Oh. Well. O-O-O-Once a month...” Tara finally got out, her eyes arcing
up and over and then she gave a self-deprecating laugh. The witch shrugged,
completely embarrassed.
“Oh!!” Willow said eagerly, grasping Tara’s hand in her excitement
as she realized what her girlfriend was offering. Wow!! “Yes!” Willow
agreed happily. “Yes!!”
Tara finally looked at her, blue eyes warm and happy. “Okay,” she
smiled. Willow could not believe her good fortune. She just.....she liked her
Tara lots and lots. She felt so lucky. More so everyday.
“Wanna read some more?” the vampire suggested softly, understanding
that her Tara felt very self-conscious now, after her offer.
Tara only nodded, and with a last, lingering smile, returned her eyes to the
page.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
Master Tara answered her phone. “Yes,” she stated. With a magical
touch of her fingers, she sealed the bite her pet had made on her arm. The Watcher-G
sputtered nervously on the other end.
“Y-Yes, well,” he began. “The, er, poison. Very strong blood--”
“I’ve tried it,” Tara tersely interrupted. She wipe her mouth
and chin clean with a wash cloth and then moved to pull her chair closer to
her pet. She had put her vampire back in the now pristine bed. She smoothed
back the messy, red hair from her slave’s clammy forehead. Her little vampire’s
huge, green eyes stared up at her. Master frowned, and her elegant fingers traced
the clean, but very ugly looking knife wound at pet’s shoulder. It had
not healed, and normally it would have, even when her slave had just a taste
of Tara’s blood. Master placed her hand over the tainted wound, deciding
against her better judgment to magically seal it. “She’s not better,”
Tara added.
“Well,” the Watcher commented. “There is, er, blood of Sire--”
“He’s dust,” Tara said.
“Yes, er. But bloodlines, the older the better. The closer the tie,
the better--”
“Hello, my Delicious Mistress of the Evil Aurelius,” Xander-pup, the
pet’s own sibling, cheerily greeted as he prowled back into the Master
Chamber from the basement entrance. He had nothing new to report on the ‘Evil
Puppy’ front, but he thought he’d come back to the Lair anyway and
say much of absolutely nothing to his Mistress, like a good lieutenant would.
“One moment,” Tara bade the Watcher and put her phone down. Xan-pup
looked curiously at his shivering sister in the Master’s bed. Willsie totally
did not look good. “Xander, come here,” he heard Mistress summon,
and Xan-vamp was only too happy to comply. Now that Puppy was evil, and Wills
was sick, maybe Xan-man could finally pleasure the Mistress! As he prowled over,
he gave his tongue a few exercises (like as if it needed to), in masculine preparation.
“Asshole!” Willow suddenly shot at him from the bed. Xander just grinned
at her. Little Wills always knew what Xanster was thinking. Mistress grabbed
him in both her firm hands. Yeah Baby! Xander mentally crowed.
Then he felt himself shoved down and practically nose to nose with Willow. He
wasn’t expecting it up the butt so soon, but oh well. Manfully, he raised
his firm ass up in the air.
“Pet, eat him,” he heard Mistress command.
“Huh?” Xander said, but Willow only answered him with her teeth, sinking
her fangs into his throat. At the first big suck, Xander’s eyes rolled
back.
“Gahhhhh,” he said, totally turned on by eager Willow-suck fest. She
always made the cutest sounds when she ate. Mistress’ hands were holding
him down by his broad shoulders and Willow had a teasing little hand on his
straining hard on. It wasn’t quite a Mistress/Willow sandwich, but it was
close enough and Xander’s boink-brain made the most of it. “Ahhhhhh,”
he moaned (very Xander-sexy like). Willow continued to suck and suck until he
was almost dry. Rather than feeling panicked (his brain, thankfully, lacked
blood now, though his little Xan didn’t), Xand-pup instead, tipped blissfully
over into blackness, right after little Xan made a spurting Happy in his leather
pants.
Willow pulled her fangs away from her now passed out sibling. “I don’t
wanna kill him!” she pleaded, hoping Master wouldn’t make her do that.
Master pulled konked-out Xan from her pet’s embrace and discarded him (THUD),
on the floor by the bed. She immediately put a hand to Willow’s face, feeling
the temperature. Master didn’t look pleased. With her luscious, pouty lips
pursed in dark contemplation, Master Tara picked up her phone again.
“I fed her Xander, it didn’t work,” she told the Watcher.
“Er. Er. Er, Yes. P-Perhaps he wasn’t...old enough?” the Watcher
suggested. Willow-pet watched as Master inhaled deeply in frustration. Master’s
voluptuous boobs pressed up against her black leather vest top, and Will-pet
sighed appreciatively.
“Get back to me immediately when you learn more,” Tara commanded,
and clicked off. Her deep, blue eyes moodily contemplated her pet.
“I feel better,” Willow managed to chirp.
“Don’t fib. Master doesn’t like it,” her Master chided,
blue eyes narrowing. Willow’s bottom lip trembled, despite herself. She
was scared again, and it wasn’t the being sick and probably gonna die part
that was scaring her. It was the thought of Master forgetting her all too soon
when Willow-pet was finally gone. She couldn’t bear the thought of Master
finding another pretty, little vamp female to replace her.
“There there,” Master suddenly soothed, realizing her pet was upset.
She leaned over to caress her vampire reassuringly. “There there, darling.
I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
* * *
* * *
Tara frowned as she read this. She wondered at the coldness of Master Tara.
Solicitous and caring, but still so very distant. Tara’s hand on Willow’s
neck reassuringly pulled her vampire close, resting her red haired head against
her shoulder. Willow sighed.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
Willow didn’t know anything anymore; since eating Xander, it felt like
hours had passed, but it was probably less than that. She was feeling more and
more sick and not quite ‘here’, either. She wondered why a fast acting
poison hadn’t dusted her already. But when she thought about it, she realized
that it was Evil Puppy’s style to find the kind of poison that would work
really slow. That way, while Master’s pet suffered, Master would have to
put up with watching her pet suffer too. If the Slay Two didn’t come back
in time with Stupid Puppy, the vampire wondered if Master would eventually dust
her Will-pet, to put her out of her misery.
Willow clung to her Master, who now reclined in bed with her naked, little,
sick, shaky Will-slave in her arms.
“Hmmm mmmm,” Master hummed softly into Willow-pet’s hair, comforting
her. Master Tara had the most beautiful voice in the world, Willow thought.
Sometimes after sex, they held each other like this, and the post-coital cuddling
was Willow’s most favorite part.
She sniffled.
“MmmmmHmmm,” Master melodiously hummed. She ran her fingers through
Willow’s hair and rocked her sick pet gently in her arms. “Baaaby
you’re mine,” she softly sang. “Baaaby don’t cry...”
Willow was dismayed to realize her eyes were leaking now.
“Baaaby you’re mine,” Master sang. “Sweet baby miiiine....”
“Yes,” Willow managed to say in a lost, little voice.
“Hm?” she heard Master ask, her beautiful lips on the vampire’s
sweaty, icky forehead.
“Yours,” Willow-pet simply breathed.
“You’re my special one. You’re my girl,” Master Tara said
softly down to her. “I’m not going to let you go.”
“Please,” Willow said, feeling her eyes leaking again. She knew at
some point (soon), she was going to lose consciousness again, and instead of
drifting in and out of it, like she had been for the past whatever time it’s
been, this time she might not wake up.
“What is it, darling,” Master asked her softly, lifting her pet’s
chin to look into her green eyes.
Willow could barely see Master. She was drifting out again.
“I......I love you,” she whispered.
She felt Master go still around her, and she couldn’t see her eyes.
“I know,” was all Willow finally heard, and everything went to blissful
black.
* * *
* * *
Tara grew still upon reading the words, but her heart hammered.
She and Willow had never....not yet, anyway. Just not yet.
When she glanced up to look at her own vampire, Willow’s face was distant
and wistful, her eyes on the page. Her vampire’s lips unconsciously mouthed
Willow-pet’s line:
I love you.
Tara looked down to read Master Tara’s answer again, and then scanned desperately
ahead a few paragraphs.
“No,” Tara said aloud, not finding what she wanted. She didn’t
see Willow flinch suddenly at the word. “No, she doesn’t say that.”
A silence fell between them, and Tara did not see the shuttering of Willow’s
pained face either.
“Say...what?” the vampire whispered defensively, her undead heart
breaking. She watched Tara get up from the bed and grab a pen from her desk.
She sat down again, and Willow watched further as Tara deliberately crossed
out Master Tara’s line that said: I know. Her own Tara looked directly
into the vampire’s eyes.
“She wouldn’t say that. She wouldn’t do that to her Willow,”
Tara insisted, watching Willow with sincere intensity. The vampire didn’t
know what to think, her eyes unable to meet her girlfriend’s.
“But. She’s Master. Masters, and Mistresses....never say.....”
Willow faltered.
“Doesn’t matter. She should say what’s in her heart,” Tara
answered, and the corner of her mouth crept up, as she finally recognized some
hope in her vampire’s fearful, green eyes.
“This is what Tara would say,” Tara gave solemnly, and she took her
pen and wrote above the line she’d crossed out:
I love you too.
Willow made a sound--a small gasp--as Tara slowly held the page out for her
to see. It was a solemn offering, clearly written in blue ink.
“I love you,” Tara said to her softly. “I do. I love you, Will.”
“Oh!!” Willow cried, as she suddenly crushed Tara tight to her. The
manuscript squished between them. “I d-didn’t know--I love you too!
I love you lots!!” the vampire realized, finally recognizing that ‘like,
like, liking’ her wonderful, human girlfriend alot was Love--really.
Tara couldn’t breathe. Willow-hugs had a tendency to do that to her, but
the witch was very, very happy. She held Willow as tight as she could right
back.
“Oh.” Willow wiped hastily at her eyes as she held Tara close--she
didn’t want her girlfriend to see what a wuss she was. “I have to
r-r-rewrite the last part now.”
“Yes you do,” Tara agreed.
“I c-could add more sex too!” Willow decided, and pretended she didn’t
just make a loud sniff in her nose. Stupid tears. “Because, because they
love each other now!”
“Master Tara loves her sweet Will,” Tara stated firmly, stroking Willow’s
slender back.
“Yes,” Willow finally agreed, feeling the affirmation swell and burst
in her undead, happy heart. “Yes she does.”
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
“What is it, darling,” Master asked her softly, lifting her pet’s
chin to look into her green eyes.
Willow could barely see Master. She was drifting out again.
“I......I love you,” she whispered.
She felt Master go still around her, and she couldn’t see her eyes.
“I love you too,” Willow finally heard, and though she fell into blissful
black, she was suddenly so very happy.
The End.