Author: JkMack
Rating: NC-17
Copyright: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy created the Buffy universe, not I. The story idea and all the other stuff I did make up though.
WARNING: S&M-Gore, rough sex, drug use. Be prepared.

Willow was surprised when she woke up. Her tiny body was encircled in a pair of soft, strong arms, holding her protectively. She kept quiet, afraid that if she moved the dream would vanish.

Tara's steady breathing moved Willow's bangs gently. It was such a strange feeling to be this comfortable with someone.

Willow couldn't help it but she tried to swallow but her mouth was dry as dust. She tried again only to find the same result, this time enticing a cough. She turned her head away from those beautiful lips and shook her tiny body.

Tara groaned quietly and opened her eyes. "Everything okay?"

"Just a bit thirsty." Willow admitted trying to lick her lips.

"Understandable." Tara agreed, moving away to sit up. She was still wearing her black robe and it fell from her body gracefully.

Willow couldn't help it her eyes shot to the open slit at Tara's milky thighs. Parted, and what to Willow seemed glowing was Tara's womanhood. Cleanly shaven and sparkling in the dim light.

Turning her head with a flush Willow averted her eyes to something other than Tara. She heard Tara chuckle softly and turned when a soft ‘ding' chimed around the room.

The door opened immediately and a tiny blonde girl stepped in her eyes on the floor. "Yes, Mistress?"

"Jewel could you fetch a glass of water?" Tara asked kindly.

"Yes ma'am." Jewel answered quickly leaving the way she came.

With in seconds the girl returned with a tall glass of water and set in on the bedside next to Tara, bowing as she left.

"Does everyone wait on you hand and foot here?" Willow asked raising her eyebrows.

"Not against their will." Tara yawned stretching out towards the water.

"Oh." Willow said in a small voice accepting the glass from her.

"Better?" Tara asked brushing Willow's bangs out of her eyes.

"Much better." Willow said swallowing and feeling the cold liquid refresh her damaged throat.

Willow looked up at Tara again, catching her breath when she saw Tara's gaze fall upon her lips. "What?"

The question was answered as Tara's lips clashed with Willow's. The kiss was savage, and pure lust as the two ate off the other. Without knowing how, Tara managed to climb on top of the redhead straddling her thigh. Willow breathed in deep and threw her head back at the sight.

Tara smiled to herself and slid her already soaked clit on her victim's pants, letting out a throaty moan.

Grabbing Willow's hands, Tara put them on her naked hips forcing herself down harder. It was her turn now to dip her head back and groan.

"Oh my god." Willow whispered as they began a steady grind.

"I'm the only goddess in this room." Tara moaned out increasing her speed.

"Yes Mistress." Willow responded moving her leg up to accommodate her goddess more.

"That's better." Tara said bending down and kissing Willow again, this time taking her bottom lip and nipping it gently.

Willow squirmed and brought herself up to meet the lips again. They kissed until neither one could breathe anymore. Chewing on her lip Willow wondered if this how all women taste or was it just Tara?

As if reading her mind Tara smiled, "It's cherry lip gloss."

"Oh?" Willow laughed leaning up and receiving the lips again.

Tara pulled back and eased herself down more on Willow's thigh. "When you're ready, we will move on."

I'm ready now. Willow thought, but looked up at the wonder above her. Maybe a bit more time to think about all this. "You're right."

"I know I am." Tara giggled climbing off. Willow instantly missed the warmth on her. "Let's get you some breakfast and we'll take a tour of the place okay?"

"Really?" Willow sat up her eyes growing wide.

"Well of course, you've seen some of the rooms, but there are many more, maybe you'll find one you like." Tara winked.

Willow sighed and shook with what emotion she wasn't sure.