Hers by Criss Moody
Date: September 28th, 2000
Distribution: Archives of the lists that receive this, yes. Anyone else, please ask.
Website: http://www.crosswinds.net/~wyoluvr/myfic.html
Content Warning: possible misuse of Wicca, f/f sex, there is a penis in here, but it's not exactly attached to a man.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tara/Willow (guess who's who?)
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and friends own the characters. It's not my fault Tara and Willow muses set up camp in my already crowded brain, blame them not I.
Notes: goodness, this one surprised me. i didn't know i had Willow and Tara muses, but they slapped me upside the head with this sucker, i hope someone enjoys it. and if any Wiccans are offended by my use of spellcasting and calling power, I apologize. I've been reading Starhawk's The Spiral Dance so her words are fresh in my head.
I almost can't breathe when she touches me.
Her hands brush against my flesh and suddenly I'm cast off from the physical world. I forget that I need air, I forget that I need anything but her hands.
Her touch raises my blood to the surface, stirs the darkness and magick sparkling beneath my fair flesh.
Her nimble fingers know my body better than I do as they dance across my pebbled nibbles, pluck at my clitoris as I beg for her mouth, for her hands on my body, anywhere.
In magic, our minds connect and meld. I can't tell what's me and what's her as we dance on the astral plane, our Younger Selves dancing together in sensual joy, naked and free. Rocking against her hand, I scream myself into orgasm, flooding her fist with the essence of myself, juicy and steamy, straight from my soul to hers.
She tastes like cinnamon and ginger, spicy and sweet, dark and blinding light. My tongue loves the way her flesh tastes, the curve of her shoulder, the dip in her chest, the moistness of her inner flesh, hidden from all but me. Down there, she does belong to me, just as I belong to her, lost in the heated female flesh that plumps at my touch, gushes spicy feminine juices when inch by inch my fist thrusts into her body, making us equal, making us one.
Nothing is ever enough when we touch, more more more is what I need, my flesh yearns for her flesh, we are matched, mated, needing only to rest together, only sweat between us as we glide together. Everything I have ever been belongs to her, and her needs, and her eye, and her hands, everything that she is and ever has been.
Away from her watchful eyes, however, I use a dildo, a vibrator, a shallow stand-in for her hard, knobby hand grinding inside me, taking me higher than ever before. I whimper in heart-shattering disappointment when her cold gaze settles on plastic, her nod telling me to take it into me, to leave it there, vibrating, suspending me in a terrible place between completion and nothing, between her love and everything I knew before, a punishment for taking even the smallest portion of pleasure in something so alien to her love.
In the bright sunlight of our room, I stand tied to the upper beams, arms together, legs apart. I have let her down, I have given into my own needs, forgetting hers, and my tears, making raw dough of my flesh, try to tell her how sorry I am as I writhe there, in the center of the room. My open eyes watch and wonder as she casts the circle, splendid in her nudity, raising the Goddess with more confidence than I have ever seen before. Her spell spills from her blood red lips, sending cascades of shivers over my flesh. In mere seconds, a presence, cold, hard, male, sends my head up and my legs even further apart. A cock, a piece of flesh I have only known in facsimile for months, requests entrance to my body, and a nod from my lover sends this disembodied cock ramming into my cunt.
Impossibly large, impossibly hard, I scream, my eyes bugging out from the pressure, the unrelenting fullness filling my body. As quickly as it appeared, it vanishes, only to bob against the curve of my ass. My head bobs as the cock pushes into my ass, forcing itself past the tight ring of muscle, in further and further until it fills me. I have never felt pain like this before and I fight to accept it, to accept whatever sin I have committed against her, to accept however she chooses to use her touch, her body, her Power. A small, elegant hand snakes up my thigh and slowly, but surely wedges itself into my tight channel, made that much smaller by the cock in my ass. I shudder and shake, rivulets of sweat pouring down my thighs, between my breasts, slipping through my parched lips. I will not accept completion, even as pressure against my clit sends my hips into convulsions, my body shaking at the power of the act which involves it. I will not come, I will not let her down as I have so many times. Creamy hot wetness pulses into my rear, slowly dripping down my ass and thighs when the cock retreats, fading back to where my lover called it from. The hand, the wonderful hand, fades away as I dance on the hook, my flesh warmed by lust and spell, by reality and phantasm.
In her eyes, after she has broken the circle, cast down the power, thanked the Goddess, I see only her love for me, glowing out of the body I crave more than any temporary satisfaction. Her eye radiate her pride in my performance, in my ability to withstand her punishment. As reward, her eyes stabbing into my soul, she drops to her knees and sucks clit into her mouth. I keen as the puffy, sensitized flesh is caught between her teeth, her tongue lapping at the creaminess flowing from my cunt. In seconds, I howl, shaking so hard that I feel the rope tying me to the ceiling tear just a little bit. When my love rises, I shudder again as I watch her lick her lips and smile. She turns and walks away, leaving me to sway and come down from the powerful orgasm. I will need time to regard my unfortunate actions.
She said once that she was mine, but she spoke a lie. I could never own her, she could never belong to anyone.
But I do belong to her. Without her, I can't breathe.