NOTE: This is for Alyson, Marie-Claude, and Steph, my three favourite writers of really hot and dirty stories on the newsgroup.
While this story is set in the same Tara-and-Willow-verse I've used in the past it is really just another shot at writing some steamy porn with no redeeming value. Enjoy.
And lastly. Unprotected sex can be dangerous. This story is set within a committed monogamous relationship, but you must weigh your risks according to your circumstances. Err on the side of caution. With a little imagination latex can be really sexy. Try it.
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Illuminas Amator
Don Bentley
Her ear pressed against the door, Tara could hear Willow and Xander as they left the elevator and walked down the hall to the apartment. She listened as Willow apologized for not inviting him in for the usual after-class tea. Since the three of them had started the Lamaze classes it had been their practice to finish the night here drinking the decaffeinated tea both had adopted in place of the various coffees given up, albeit grudgingly on Willow's part, for the duration of their pregnancy. Xander had even taken to having a cup in the spirit of parental solidarity.
Peering through the peephole, Tara watched as Xander hugged and kissed Willow good night.
Before Willow could unlock the door, Tara ran lightly to her spot in the centre of the living room, and after a deep breath, chanted a short spell that plunged the room into darkness.
*****
Willow flashed Xander a bright smile before the elevator doors closed. For a couple of years now the two of them had become, well, distant. There had been few opportunities for either of them to spend any time together. Between Anya and little Joyce, and his responsibilities as a Watcher, and her graduate studies and her own duties, the two of them would go weeks and even months at a stretch without getting together for anything but Scoobyage.
But now, now that she was approaching her third trimester, Willow was reveling in quality Xander time. It had always been assumed, even by Anya, Goddess bless her, that Xander would participate fully in the pregnancy. He took part in the classes, and was, with Tara, a full-fledged birth coach. He had taken to accompanying her to her doctor's appointments, and for all sorts of errands, often at the drop of a hat. They had long talks in the car, in various waiting rooms, over tea, and, once she had taken maternity leave from her doctorate program at the university, they had become almost inseparable as she took to hanging about the Magic Box, spending long hours talking or just sitting in companionable silence. It was only fitting that this pregnancy was bringing her closer to her best friend.
Lately, though, the same could not be said for her girlfriend. Where Xander could make her feel like a quirky, smart, and sexy young woman all over again, all too often being around Tara made her feel all frumpy and knocked up.
It certainly wasn't anything deliberate on Tara's part. No, Tara was as loving and as caring as ever, but at times Willow could not help comparing her increasing bulk, her backaches and sore breasts, her hemorrhoids and varicose veins, and her headaches and nausea with her slim, and very, very beautiful girlfriend.
That their schedules, once so harmonious, were now wildly discordant was no help. Tara's comprehensives were coming up fast and were demanding an increasing amount of her time and concentration as her natural academic performance anxiety slowly gave way to something resembling panic. Originally, both were to have sat their comps at the same time, providing each other with their usual mutual support, but their decision to become parents had put paid to that plan. Now the idea was for Tara to finish her exams first, then take her parental leave. Then Willow would take her comps after which both would finish their theses together. Sounded simple enough when the idea came up. Not that either of them regretted the decision to have this baby, but.... Well, extra pressures like that weren't exactly welcome either.
The fight they had had this morning was a case in point.
Okay, 'they' didn't have a 'fight'. Rather, Willow had thrown an almighty bitch fit while Tara stood there all understanding and sympathetic as she took Willow's abuse.
A touch of late term nausea had greeted Willow when she woke, and spending your first waking moments retching over a toilet was never a good way to start the day if a cheery disposition was your goal. Then emerging to find a freshly scrubbed, impeccably made up, and stunningly sexy girlfriend eating, and keeping down, her breakfast, while Willow was still wearing a ratty old Powerpuff Girls t-shirt and hideously large pj bottoms, and almost gagging at even the thought of a piece of toast, was more than anyone should have to bear. The final straw came when she saw that Tara was wearing one of her skirts, a favourite pastel blue and pink number that Xander had given her for Hanukah last year. It was the skirt, coming on top of the puking, and the almost-gagging, and not a little self-pity, that caused Willow to snap. It wasn't that Tara was wearing her skirt. That was nothing new, the two of them had been sharing most items of clothing without comment for years now, no it was the fact that she could wear it. That and the fact that it had seemed an age to Willow since she had been able to, and, truth be told, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to wear it again.
Willow was a small woman to begin with, and so far the baby had added almost 20 pounds with the promise of more, and, well....
Okay, sure. The doctor said she'll lose it, the prenatal instructor said she'd lose it, and the magazine articles and the books all said she'd lose it after the baby's birth, and Anya, damn her, she was living proof that she could lose it, but that was all a long way off still and.... And what if she didn't lose it? What if she stayed all fat and raised a fat kid and lost Tara to a skinnier, non-pregnant, sexy skirt wearing woman?
While certainly understandable, none of this excused her tantrum when Tara tried to hug her and kiss her good morning. It couldn't excuse her shouting and swearing, her tears, and her shoving Tara away from her. It couldn't excuse her running back to the bathroom and locking the door, refusing to answer Tara's questions or say goodbye when Tara finally had to leave for classes. Nothing could excuse her acting like a total bitch.
Willow had actually been a little relieved when Tara had left a message saying that she was behind with her term paper marking, that she'd be unable to go to class with them that night, and that she would meet them at home after. That way Willow was able to unload on a very understanding Xander. A Xander who, after making his own very welcome and convincing pitch on behalf of Willow's continued attractiveness and great physical beauty, true to form, promptly tore a strip off of her for being such a 'bitkha' to Tara.
Facing the door, Willow rehearsed her carefully drafted apology before unlocking it and entering.
The apartment was dark. Much more than that, it was pitch black. There was no light whatsoever; no blinking lights from the VCR, the usual candles, the Vegas souvenir Elvis clock, or from the streetlights outside. Even the light from the hallway vanished at the doorstep, swallowed up by the darkness.
Not for a moment though was Willow frightened, or even concerned. She could sense Tara's presence as her magick's filled the room, and, as ever, that was enough to banish any fear, and erase any doubts.
Closing the door, Willow dropped her pillow and class bag beside her and took a single step into the living room.
"Tara, I'm so sorry for the way I-"
"ILLUMINAS AMATOR!"
Tara's strong clear voice rang out in the dark, and in response Willow was engulfed in a soft golden light that brilliantly lit her amidst the dark. She stood shock still for a heartbeat, closing her eyes as the warmth of the light and the warm perfume of myrrh and rowen washed over her. Opening her eyes, and with a bright smile, Willow watched as Tara emerged from the darkness. She wore a translucent gown of gold and silver that did nothing to conceal her supple figure. Her light brown hair flared under the light as it fell about her shoulders and framed her face; a face made all the more luminescent by her lovely crooked smile, and the loving look in her eyes.
Tara brought her hand palm up and with a soft puff of breath raised a scintillating cloud of dust into the air before her. Before the dust could settle Tara chanted a second spell and sent the cloud billowing out to engulf Willow from head to foot.
"Clad my love in raiments of silver and gold."
Willow's skin tingled as the roiling magicks of the glamour spell transformed her clothing. Gone was the blue striped t-shirt, the pale red cotton overalls, and the sneakers; gone too was her underwear, her white cotton bra and panties. In their place she found herself wearing a diaphanous gown of silver and gold. Matching Tara's, Willow's gown was sleeveless and gathered together with a gold brooch at her left shoulder. It swept down to the floor, and simultaneously clung to her curves and swirled about her, floating free as if on an unfelt breeze.
Her body sang beneath the spell's lingering charm pulling Willow into a lithe dance. She laughed with delight at the feel of the fabric as it slid across her body, as it caressed her breasts, and fell over her tummy and about her legs.
Tara's already bright smile novae'd at the sight of her lover's joy. At the sight of the sensual undulations, the rise and fall of her breasts and her plump round belly as Willow moved within her gown, and as her long red hair swirled and billowed over her shoulders and down her back.
Taking Willow in her arms, Tara kissed her with a soft, teasing brush of lips. Tara smiled at Willow's obvious frustration, as she pressed back in her desire for more. Cradling Willow's face in her hands, her own hunger burning hot, Tara kissed her long and hard and deep. She stole Willow's breath away, and ignited her passions.
It was a lover's kiss.
*****
"O Caridwen, Moon Goddess,
Know that I offer grace for the love you have lead me to.
O Caridwen, Love's Mistress,
Know that I worship her as I do you, with strength and humility and
awe.
O Caridwen, my light in the dark,
Know that I will serve my lover with faith and with strength and for
always.
And Willow Rosenberg, my love,
Know that you are my light in the dark."
Tara had broken off their kiss and, holding Willow's gaze with her own, whispered her prayer before leaning in, her warm breath bathing Willow's ear. "I will always love you, even when you're being a bitch. Know why?"
Unwilling to trust herself to speak, Willow shook her head as plump tears started to roll down her cheeks. Tara pulled back and wiped gently at the tears, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"'Cause you'll still be *my* bitch. Okay?"
The tears, and the laughter, flowed without restraint. "Oh, okay, so very okay. Tara, I love-"
"Shhh...." Tara silenced her with a light brush of her finger across her lips. "I know."
She traced her finger down over Willow's neck to the furrow between her breasts. With a sly grin she hooked her fingertip under the edge of the fabric and pulled. Beneath her finger the fabric of Willow's gown parted, as if on an unseen zipper, falling away to bare her breasts to Tara's touch.
Goddess she loved playing with Willow's breasts. They were just the right size, though to be honest, the pregnancy induced added cup size was quite the lovely bonus. Tara giggled, she never really thought of herself as a tit woman before.
Leaning in for another kiss, Tara cupped Willow's breasts, ever so gently and with the lightest of touches, she stroked her nipples with the tips of her thumbs, taking great care to arouse and tease as much as to avoid causing pain to the hypersensitive breasts. Willow's nipples hardened under Tara's ministrations as she ran her open palms over them, tormenting them with soft circular strokes that forced out soft low moans of pleasure from between parted lips.
"Like?" she whispered.
"Ohhhh yesssss," purred Willow as she grabbed Tara's shoulders and pulled, desperate to increase the teasing pressure.
"Settle down, girl," Tara whispered before tracing Willow's ear with the tip of her tongue, driving her to twist sensuously in Tara's arms.
Tara bit and tugged at Willow's earlobe even as she kept up her feather light assault on her breasts.
"You're teasing me!" protested Willow.
"No tease, baby," Tara left her ear and trailed kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, alternating kisses and tiny bites across her collar bone to the base of her neck, a solitary fingertip leading the way down into the furrow between her breasts.
After a single delicate kiss to the top of each breast, Tara pulled back from her lover and took her hands in hers.
"This is all promise. I swear."
Leaning in Tara kissed Willow's brooch, releasing it's hold on her gown. Silently the fine silk fell away from Willow's shoulder to drape about her hips. Willow squirmed, half tempted to cover her breasts with her hands, being topless was an altogether different feeling than being completely naked. Perversely, she felt even more exposed, even more wanton.
"Oh Goddess Tara! It's not fair-" Willow bit off her protest with a mischievous smile and kissed Tara's brooch in turn, releasing a second cascade of silk. "Now it's fair."
Before Willow could free her hands from Tara's grasp and begin her own exploration, the way to their bedroom was brilliantly lit with what looked like a thousand tiny lights arrayed as stepping stones down the short hallway.
"Come with me," whispered Tara.
The light about them faded away into darkness as Tara led Willow by the hand into the bedroom, only to burst into life anew over their bed as Tara stretched Willow out over the cool silk sheets.
"Touch me," begged Willow in a husky whisper as Tara stood above her for a moment and stared down at her lover.
"God, you're so beautiful," whispered Tara in awe.
"Touch me, please," pleaded Willow as Tara, careful to avoid placing any pressure on Willow's belly, lowered herself down into Willow's outstretched arms.
Desperate now, her desires overwhelming her, Tara took Willow's face in her hands, her thumbs tracing her parted lips and petting at her darting tongue. They kissed, gently at first, then with greater passion, their moans filling the small bedroom. Tara's hands traced their way down Willow's neck, followed by her mouth as she slid down beside her love, kissing and licking her way to Willow's breasts.
"Uhhhhhh!" groaned Willow as Tara took first one nipple into her mouth then the other, her hands caressing and kneading the firm-
"Tits," sighed Tara breaking away long enough to look up at Willow, laughter in her eyes.
Willow giggled and pushed Tara back to the task at hand. In the beginning, when they had first started to make love to each other, it had been hard for either of them to express themselves without recourse to childlike euphemisms. Giving themselves permission, as it were, to speak freely and graphically about their desires had been hard at first, for both young women, and when Tara had finally brought herself to say 'tits' the result was laughter that brought that particular session to a, momentary, standstill, and for months afterwards was enough to induce giggle fits if either even mouthed the word at the other. It still had the power to reduce tensions, especially during overlong research sessions.
Tara drew her teeth across Willow's nipples, provoking a soft shaky moan from Willow. A moan that redoubled as Tara took a nipple between pursed lips, and suckled it gently, savouring the thin pre-milk her efforts drew out of Willow. Reaching up she kissed Willow, letting her taste her own milk from Tara's lips.
Sliding back down along her lover's side, Tara kissed her way down between her breasts, taking great care not to touch them, provoking more moans, this time of frustration. Tara's hands caressed Willow's distended belly, the silk parting and falling away beneath her fingertips as she kissed and licked her way along Willow's belly, pausing to tickle her bellybutton with her tongue, drawing out soft giggles as Willow moaned her approval. Tara used the gentle circular movements that they had learned at Lamaze class, and immediately incorporated into their love making.
Sliding her tongue over Willow's smooth pale belly, Tara then blew warm breaths across the wet skin, provoking shudders up and down Willow's spine. Resting her head on Willow's belly, for a little while now she had convinced herself that she could hear her child's heartbeat this way, she gazed into her lover's eyes while stroking her thighs and tummy languidly.
Willow rolled slightly towards Tara, parting her thighs in invitation. With a wicked smile Tara dallied over Willow's belly with slow light kisses that challenged the red head's patience.
"Tara!" whinged Willow, her patience clearly exhausted.
"What?" teased Tara.
"Eat me," begged Willow. "Please, baby. Please!"
"Your wish, my love."
Tara brushed at Willow's bright red pubes with her fingertips and blew teasing blasts of air across her mound. Both of them had been delighted to discover that, like her breasts, a pregnant woman's clitoris and labia grew during pregnancy. For Willow it meant heightened sensitivity leading to increased arousal, or 'better orgasms for a better tomorrow' to quote Anya. For Tara it was a simple matter of 'more to love'.
She breathed in Willow's musk, reveling in it's heady aroma, before licking at her engorged clitoris, bathing it with her tongue, then sucking it in between parted lips, even running the edge of her teeth over it. Above her Willow moaned and groaned, wordless encouragement that was reinforced by demanding hands pulling at her short brown hair, and bucking hips pressing against her mouth. Massaging Willow's clit between fingertips, Tara plowed the tip of her tongue down between parted labia, lapping tenderly for a moment or two before spearing down into Willow.
"Oh God, Tara," panted Willow. "Fuck me, baby."
Tara snaked her tongue in and out of Willow's cunt, pausing occasionally to bathe her clit or labia with broad tongue strokes, to gently massage them, or to suckle on them. Willow gasped as Tara pushed two fingers into her, sawing them deep past her labia, and massaging the knot of nerves along the roof of her cunt.
"Uhhhhh, God, uhhhhh, Tara, yesss!" moaned Willow as she stroked Tara's face, pulling her closer, grinding her mound against Tara's mouth. "Fuck me, Tara, please...."
A third finger was soon followed by a fourth, Tara's thumb caressing Willow's clit with every thrust. Willow was frantic, her moans now low screams, her hips rocking back, meeting Tara's hand thrust for thrust. Tara gave up trying to pleasure Willow with her mouth as she fisted her lover.
"How's this, baby? Do you like this? Tell me, Willow."
"Ahhhh! Harder Tara, I'm- I'm so close- HARDER BABY. FUCK ME HARDER."
Pinning Willow to the bed with her free hand Tara licked at her clit, then sucked it hard into her mouth, timing the pressure of her sucking and her tongue with the rhythm of her fisting. Slick with Willow's lube Tara's hand pushed in to her, past thick red lips glistening wetly in the soft light.
"Uhhh! Yesss, so close, so close, God Tara, I love you. Fuck me, babe. Fuck me, oh God, FUCK ME-"
The familiar tremours signaled Willow's approaching orgasm as Tara kept up her pressure, timing her thrusts with the tremours, and sucking at Willow's clit with ever increasing urgency. With her free hand, Tara stroked Willow's perineum in concert with her fist, then, as Willow's cunt started to clamp down on her hand, she pressed her thumb against, then into her anus, sawing it in and out in a circular movement.
That was the proverbial last straw.
Willow came with a shout, her cunt spasming around Tara's fist, her hips raised into the air as she arched her back and threw Tara off her rhythm. She pulled at the bed sheets, moaning incoherently as she rode her orgasm through its peak.
"God, Tara, God," gasped Willow as she slowly relaxed onto the now sodden sheets. "That was- God!"
"You liked?" teased Tara as she slowly withdrew her hand bit by bit as Willow's orgasm faded. After a final very, very tender kiss to her engorged clitoris Tara lingered between Willow's legs, lapping at her lube soaked thighs and pubes.
"Oh yes, babe. I liked," whispered Willow as her breath, and her mind, calmed enough for speech. "I like it when you share."
That was a cue if ever Tara heard one.
Kissing Willow's tummy one more time, Tara rose into a crouch beside Willow.
"You're beautiful when you cum," she said smiling at her sweaty disheveled lover lying exhausted before her. Bending down she kissed her, a wet kiss that only hinted at her own unsatiated hunger.
Stretching above Willow, Tara ran her finger down the remnants of her own gown, sundering the soft silk, a sensual shake of her hips sending it unwanted to the covers below. Lithely straddling Willow's face with her thighs, Tara fingered herself for a moment, then teased Willow with a wet finger across her lips, pulling it out of reach when she tried to lick at it.
"My turn, baby."
Strong hands grabbed her thighs as a funny grin spread across Willow's
face.
"What's my name, bitch?"
Tara gasped as Willow sucked her clit into her warm, wet mouth.
"W-W-Willow, you're my Willow."
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