Buffy & The Four Ch. 04

Hesitantly, Tara poked her tongue out in little flicks, tasting his mouth. The skill he displayed at kissing took her breath away and she responded to it. Taking her time, she gradually worked her tongue into his mouth, letting her passions rise.

"Mmmm," she sighed, rotating her hips slightly when his fingers paddled at the wet entrance to her cunt.

Always the gentleman, Oz gave her what she wanted and slid a finger inside. She was very warm and sticky in that velvet sheath and he stirred his finger about to excite the aroused flesh. Keeping all his hand flat against her pussy, he just pumped his middle finger in and out, making her writhe languidly.

"Lie down," he said after a few moments.

Stepping back from him, she lay across the middle of the bed, her knees dangling over the edge, and her elbows supporting her. Oz stood before her for a second, admiring the young witch. Her body wasn't flat or toned like all the other girls in the group, but consisted of soft, feminine curves and gentle slopes. Her breasts were large and full, and her belly had one of those lovely little rises that made men just want to lay kisses upon it.

Reaching out, Oz hooked his hands into the sides of her panties and drew them down her lovely thighs. Tara screwed her eyes up and nibbled her lip as her face blossomed into pink embarrassment.

"You're lovely," he breathed, letting his gaze rest upon the silky nest of pubic hair. Like all blondes, it was far softer and finer than any other girl's, and felt quite different. The hair was matted and sparkling around the opening to her pussy and his fingers had left the cleft of her quim clearly visible.

Kneeling beside the bed, Oz lifted her legs by a guiding touch on the back of her knees. The smell of her aroused juices was intoxicating to him and, because of the wolf, almost overpoweringly strong. Gently, he used his thumbs to part the outer lips of her sex, baring her innermost secrets to him. Jewels of girl-dew glistened there. Ducking his face forward, he began to lap at her.

"Oh!" she murmured.

She had thought him skilled at kissing, but now he showed her that he was far superior at licking pussy. His tongue was agile and switched between incredibly fast flutters, to long, slow laps. Somehow he seemed to know which areas she liked stimulated directly and which were just too sensitive for that. His mouth covered her and drank, then retreated to blow thrilling jets of breath over aching wetness.

In no time at all he had her hips undulating in eagerness, and her legs almost constantly on the move. Laying butterfly kisses beside the hood of her clit, he savoured her taste as he looked up her body. Her chest was heaving with ragged breathing, and her hands were sliding about on her belly.

Flattening his tongue, he traced the channel down to her entrance and delved inside. Oz had quite a long tongue and he lapped deep. Her hips rose in delight, so he placed his hands upon each thigh to hold her down. In and out, around and around he stabbed at her molten sex.

"Oh-hu-huh!" she moaned, hands rising to clutch at her own breasts and play with the nipples. She rolled her stiff nipples between finger and thumb, lightly tugging and squeezing.

Oz delved deep into her honeyed heart, licking strands of sticky juice back out. As he did so, he could see her outer lips swell and darken as they gaped wider for him. When he thought she was ready he pushed two fingers into the mushy hole, right up to his knuckles.

"Ahhhhh!" Tara sighed, rocking her pelvis up to meet the little thrust.

Her floppy inner lips clung to his invading digits, being dragged back and forth with his slow pistoning. Returning the attention of his tongue back up to her clit, he licked circles around, but did not quite touch, the little swollen button.

"Oh, Oz!" she whispered.

Lapping licks teased her clitoris and churning thrusts juiced up her vagina, making her body aflame with pleasure and desire. His hand screwed his stiff fingers repeatedly in and out of her depths, which squished and squelched in approval.

Tara bit her lip, twisting her head to the side as she grasped one hand onto her breast, and the other roamed through Oz's spiky orange hair. He pistoned her wet sheath for a while, making sure she was sopping wet and relaxed before he moved on to the next part.

Finally, he stood and began to undo his jeans. Tara's eyes fluttered open, and watched with apprehension. Oz slid his jeans and boxers off as one, releasing his huge cock. And it was big; almost the same size as Giles'.

With a tiny nod of a gesture, he indicated she should slide further back onto the bed and she complied, lying flat. Crawling on also, he laid his body down beside her, his cool skin feeling the heat of hers as they touched. Supporting himself on one elbow, he rose over her and stole a kiss. It felt good, and so did the way his chest trapped one of her breasts between them.

Tara's tongue met his inside her mouth as her hand curled behind his head to hold him down for the kiss. While they did, his free hand wandered down her soft belly, stroking its slight rise tenderly, and then slid into the sticky mess at her thighs. Hot, wet flesh slithered beneath his fingertips and he began to grind his palm over her cupped pussy.

The young witch was very aware of his long, thick cock being pressed against the side of her hip. It felt boiling hot and also far too big. Hesitantly, she let her fingers seek it out and encircle it. She had masturbated Giles during the ritual to summon Ko-lan the seer, and so she gave Oz the same treatment. Her finger and thumb didn't meet because of his thickness, but still formed a tight ring that she began to glide up and down his fiery staff.

It was Oz's turn to moan his appreciation. Like the Watcher before him, he marvelled at how the shy lesbian could have such a skilful touch. Her fingers slid up and down him in a rippling motion, cupping around his glans, then rotating, tightening and sliding back to the base of his cock.

The two young people lay on the bed in that grotty motel room, wanking each others aroused bits while their friends watched.

"Roll onto your side," the little guitarist eventually murmured.

Tara did so, facing away from him. He smoothed her blonde hair away from her ear and delved his tongue into it, causing her to giggle and squirm in delight, but when she felt him press his huge cock between her buttocks, seeking her pussy, she froze.

"It'll be okay," he promised, suckling her ear lobe.

Nervous, but trusting him, she raised her upper thigh a little to allow him access. With his hand, he guided his bulbous head to the drooling opening of her cunt. Her wet flesh felt almost scalded by his heat, but her body rejoiced at the contact. Pushing gently, he fed his monster into her tight hole.

"Oh Goddess!" she gasped, feeling the unbelievably full feeling of his thickness spreading her and ploughing into her passage.

"Uhmmm," he sighed, amazed at how good she felt. Her cunt was slick around him and was amazingly tight.

Tara closed her eyes and dropped one hand down to swirl over her clit, the pleasure making his entrance easier for her. Oz groaned in delight and paused with just four inches inside her. For a moment he let her get used to it, rapidly stroking her clit as his hardness filled her, then he could wait no longer and began to slide it in and out.

Girl juices gleamed on his fat cock as it withdrew from her soaking hole, then he surged it back in again. Over and over he did this, each time getting deeper and deeper, thrusting more and more of his meat into her.

The young witch let out a moan of delight, her face pressed against the sheets, and her fingers blurring over her love button. Oz grasped her shoulder that was in contact with the bed, and used his other hand to grab onto her hip. With her held like this, he fucked even more of his cock into her.

The bed rocked and rolled as they ground together. Knowing it would make it easier for her, he leant back so that only his hands and his cock touched her body. Tara slipped into fantasy as the pleasure consumed her. It was easy to replace his hands with Willow's like this; the position was one they often used with their strap-on dildo and so she could imagine it was her lover fucking her. Only his size and warmth inside her pussy proved it was not the plastic phallus but a real cock.

"Oh Will!" she moaned.

Hard cock ploughed in and out of soft wet cunt and his hips slapped into the cushion of her rounded buttocks with each thrust, driving him deep into her body. Because of the position, each thrust made his cockhead graze all up the front wall of her cunt, rubbing over the sweet spot. She grunted in pleasure each time he hit the target.

Together they were now rocking their hips back and forth at a frantic pace and he had to grasp one hand around her belly so that he could fuck himself up her to the hilt. His balls slapped against her inner thigh each time his mighty staff reamed home to its fullest, and she mewled like a kitten.

Keeping her hand stirring her clit, she used her other to twist and roll at her nipples as her peak appeared and she groaned in ecstasy as her body flew into orgasm. Oz felt her innards twitch and heave, exploding with a writhing caress. Hissing between gritted teeth, he let go and shot spurt after spurt of thick semen into his ex-girlfriend's lover.

When their senses finally returned, he placed a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck and then withdrew from her body. The feeling of that thick snake slithering out of her sent new thrills scurrying through the witch, which she savoured. After he had climbed off the bed and begun to dress, Tara rolled over onto her back. "Dawnie? Pass me my pouch."

Once the teen had, she used the ingredients to turn his cum inside her into the essence of Love needed for Willow. Using two fingers, she scooped it out and smeared it onto the rose petal. When it was done, she sat up and ducked her head to hide her shame at the lewdness she had just participated in. "It's ready."

"Right," Faith said, getting to her feet. "Now we have the last two essences, any idea of how we're going to get them into the witch and demon?"

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Ruth strode forward with a fast purpose as the other three Daughters of Gaia hurried along behind her. When they reached the large wrought iron gates it only took a dismissive wave of Ruth's hand to make them squeal open, snapping the chain that curled through the padlock as if it were nothing but a strand of hair.

"Ruth!" Jody tried again, wanting to know what they were doing.

"Follow," was all the lead witch said as she headed into the zoo. The gates closed behind the witches and the chain curled back into place as the broken link repaired itself.

"But why here?" Kim asked, almost skipping to keep up with the intent young woman.

"Because here is where we shall gather the muscle to complete the task at hand."

"And what is the task at hand?" Mary asked, coming up on Ruth's other side.

"We'll start by seizing control of Sunnydale, and after that, who knows?"

"Seizing control of...?" Mary gave a snort through her nose. "You're cracked, you know that? All this extra power is corrupting you, Ruth. We never got into magic to make people suffer, we just wanted to explore. Since Megan went power crazy it seems that we have only done bad things."

Ruth wheeled on her with a deadly look of malice in her eyes. "Are you saying that you want to betray me and back out?"

"N-no, of course not," Mary mumbled, hurriedly. There was no doubt in her mind that it was not safe to disappoint the young witch. "But where are we going to find enough muscle to stop the Slayer and her friends? I mean, this zoo is empty, all the people have gone home."

"It's not the people here I am interested in. We are going to transmogrify the inmates."

"We are? How? And into what?"

"Just trust me, Mary. We shall soon have an army of willing slaves that will be quite capable of taking on Dawn's oddball group, the police, and all of Sunnydale put together."

Kim gave a giggle of childlike enthusiasm. "Cool!"

After a few moments, the four girls stood in the centre of the zoo. Ruth mumbled a spell and then raised her arms outstretched. A rumble in the ground made the girls wobble a little as where they were stood began to rise into the air. The rock and grass in a twenty-foot circle around them rose upward gradually until it formed a pillar high enough for the witches to see the whole zoo below.

"Jeez, Ruth!" Jody whispered, in awe. "Whatever mojo Gohnarth is feeding you is certainly doing the trick."

With a pleased smile, the head witch motioned for them to sit at her feet, which they did. "Now we shall create our own breed of servant. Kim, I need the words of our spell to be heard by all the creatures in this place, can you take care of that?"

"Sure," she said, looking thrilled to have an important part in Ruth's plans. "The incantation to make the wind carry a voice is beginner's stuff. Not a problem."

"Good. Jody I need you to augment my summoning spell. Work it with me, okay?"

"Ahuh. Anything you say, Ruth."

"Mary. You can construct the totem that will be the primary channelling object to ensure servitude."

The girl twitched her nose and folded her arms in an almost defiant gesture. She was not happy about all this. Kim and Jody were the youngest of the Daughters, and easily led. To them, this was probably just a game and they didn't consider the consequences. She, however, was no longer under any illusions about this. Somehow, Gohnarth was pulling Ruth's strings and the rest of them were just as much slaves now as the poor creatures below would be in a few minutes time.

But going against Ruth when she had this kind of power was not a smart thing.

"A bone totem do you?" she asked, reaching into the ingredients pouch at her hip.

Her friend nodded. When it was done, she took the now enchanted knucklebone, looped a thong of leather around it and fastened it about her neck.

"Right, now we show what we can really do."

Ruth walked to the edge of the rock pillar and, with the others all performing their own little bit of the spell, stretched her arms out and let the magic flow.

"Those that slither, those that crawl, feel this summons, feel this thrall. Those that fly, those that walk, feel this summons, do not balk. Beast of field, beast of plain, come to me, be born again."

As she spoke, streams of magic curled about her, looping around and around before darting into the bone totem she wore around her neck and then streaking outward to find every animal in the zoo. Cage doors squealed and popped open, fences parted, aquariums burst. All the creatures turned their head toward the witch, whether they could see her or not. Slowly, they began to make their way to the centre of the zoo.

"Insect, mammal, lizard, bird, come to me, I know you've heard. Shape your bodies, mould your heart, obey my will, obey my art."

As they came, the animals began to change. Limbs grew where there were none before, lengthening and forming. Animals of all shapes and sizes began to grow or shrink, becoming humanoid. Bones groaned and reformed, creating human-like heads, hands and feet. Even gills were replaced by lungs as everything was twisted by Ruth's magic.

Before her, an army of beastmen was created.

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TO BE CONCLUDED in "Buffy and The Four 05" in which Buffy, Anya and Willow get intimate and a desperate plan leads to a deadly confrontation which has terrible consequences.

FROM THE AUTHOR: If you enjoyed this and would like more, please take a moment to send feedback. It is your words that give me the inspiration to continue posting Buffy. My thanks, as always, to OMEGAZONE for his editing skills.