Shattered Souls

Chapter 28

“How’s it going?” Anya questions quietly as she walks up behind Tara, looking out the back door where Buffy and Dawn are talking.

“I haven’t heard any yelling or screaming, or seen any violent hand gestures.” Tara whispers, watching the two sisters.

“She’s got her feelings locked down tight.” Anya observes, biting her lip.

“Yes, she does.” Tara strokes a hand gently over the arms wrapped around her waist. “Goddess, I hope Dawnie doesn’t end up hating us.”

“She could never hate you. She love’s you, Tara.” Anya whispers in Tara’s ear, kissing the flesh lightly. “Come on, let’s go sit down and watch television. No sense in standing here worrying.”

Tara sighs, nodding as she follow’s Anya into the living room.

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Dawn stares at Buffy in stunned silence as she explains about her feelings for Tara and Anya.

“Dawn?” Buffy questions worriedly as her sister doesn’t say anything, just looks at her with wide eyes. “Something, anything?”

Dawn’s mouth works for a few minutes. “Both?” Dawn squeaks out the word, and as Buffy hesitantly nods her head, Dawn whimpers and runs a hand over her eyes a couple times contemplating the concept. Finally speaking quietly. “I knew you loved Tara, but I never even considered the possibility of there being something between all three of you.”

“You knew?” Buffy whispers in surprise, blinking her eyes owlishly at her sister.

“God, Buffy! Do you think I’m completely blind?” Dawn rolls her eyes. Turning around, she slowly walks back and forth, thinking heavily. “I’ve never seen you be so happy one moment and completely and insanely mad the next. Your mood swings were horrible!” Dawn explains. “You would always make sure there was plenty of food left over for Tara even if you were still hungry, knowing Tara wouldn’t mind that you finished the food. A ton of little things. I honestly don’t mind the idea of you and Tara being together.” Dawn explains quietly as she turns to look at her sister.

“You have a problem with the three of us being together.” Buffy whispers, her eyes sad, the hurt showing in the hazel depths.

“I…” Dawn shakes her head. “Buffy, I just don’t know. It never occurred to me that you three would try to have a relationship together. It’s…strange.” Dawn admits rubbing her forehead. “Do you love them both? Really, truly love them both?” Dawn questions, her eyes piercing Buffy. “You’re not just doing this because you love Tara and Anya’s kind of a…two for one deal, right?”

Buffy shakes her head slowly. “I have to admit that I loved Tara first, but as I got to know and understand Anya better, she wormed her way into my heart, also.” Buffy admits softly. “And I honestly can’t think of one woman without thinking about the other. I do love them both, Dawnie.” Buffy looks at her sister, her eyes pleading.

Dawn tilts her head looking at her sister. Considering everything for a few long minutes. “Do you think this relationship will work?” Dawn questions seriously, wanting an honest answer.

“I want it to work. We all three want it to work, Dawn.” Buffy sighs quietly. “It’s not going to be easy. There’ll be the normal relationship problems threefold.” Buffy quirks her lip up at the word threefold. “But I want to try. And none of us want it to be one of those things where say, Anya and Tara are together one night, Tara and I the following night and then Anya and I the night after. We want this to be a relationship with the three of us in the truest sense of the word.” Buffy bites her lip as she waits for what Dawn might say or think.

Dawn looks down at the ground, sighing quietly. Thinking about everything her sister has told her, when it occurs to her that Buffy is treating her like an adult, not her bratty little sister. And in turn, she’s actually responding more like an adult instead of her usual whiny self. Allowing a small smile to cross her face, she realizes that a lot of that is to do with Tara being in the house, and no matter what, she wants the witch to stay with them. And honestly, being around Anya has actually become pleasant once she really got to know the ex-vengeance demon a little better. Slowly raising her head, Dawn raises an eyebrow. “If I catch you three doing strange and kinky things in places that I can see you, I’m going to go live with Xander or Willow, understood?” Dawn fights the grin trying to break out on her face.

It takes Buffy a moment to come to the realization that Dawn is joking with her…and then it hits her that she’s telling her that she’s okay with the threesome. As the huge grin crosses her face, Buffy watches an answering grin finally crossing Dawn’s face, followed by giggles. “I love you!” Buffy yells, wrapping her sister up in her arms and spinning her around. “Thank you, Dawnie!” Buffy laughs loudly.

“PUT ME DOWN!” Dawn cries out between laughter. “You’re going to make me sick!”

“That’s okay, it’ll clean up!” Buffy chuckles before slowly setting her sister back on her feet, holding her steady as she wobbles. “We got to go tell Anya and Tara.”

“Okay.” Dawn follows her laughing sister in the house, smirking at Anya and Tara as they look at her hesitantly. “No kinky stuff where I can see it, understood?” Dawn raises an eyebrow, chuckling as the two women look at her in question. “And do something to deaden the sound, if you can. I’d appreciate it.” Dawn flounces up the stairs, laughing, leaving the three women and Giles down in the living room.

“She’s okay with us?” Tara whispers, her eyes on Buffy as the slayer prowls towards her and Anya.

“Apparently.” Buffy nods, smirking. Her eyes taking in her two lovers. “Giles?”

“Yes, Buffy?” Giles answers, surprise still showing on his face from Dawn’s words.

“We’ll be back tomorrow. You don’t mind staying here with Dawn, do you?” Buffy questions, her eyes roaming over Tara’s and Anya’s forms. “Us three need some time to discuss things, and it would probably be best to do it by ourselves.”

Giles whips off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yes, quite right. Go children, please.” Giles whimpers quietly at the images trying to flit through his mind.

“Clothes?” Anya questions as she stands, walking quickly to the door, seeing the gleam in Buffy’s eyes.

“Won’t need them.” Buffy growls as she follows a lightly blushing Tara and a laughing Anya out of the house.

“And you worry about me. I think poor Giles is about ready to have his head explode.” Anya chortles as the three women quickly make their way to her car.

“Drive, Anya.” Tara whispers as Buffy pulls her in on top of her on the front seat and starts running her hands firmly over her breasts while nipping at the back of her neck.

“Yep. We created a monster.” Anya smirks as she quickly pulls out of the driveway, turning the car towards her apartment.

“Yes, you did.” Buffy agrees, licking across Tara’s neck, while burrowing her hands under her top, stroking her fingers over the silk clad breasts. Smiling as she hears Tara moan in pleasure. “I just wish I had two mouths so I could have both of you at the same time.” Buffy growls before sucking the soft skin she’d been licking into her mouth, sucking strongly, knowing it’ll leave a mark, but not caring.

“Shit!” Tara cries out quietly, starting to squirm in Buffy’s lap as Buffy pushes the bra up out of the way and starts pinching her nipples.

Buffy chuckles wickedly as she slides a hand down to Tara’s skirt, dragging it up her legs. “Are you wearing underwear?” She questions Tara, her hand sliding between Tara’s legs, growling as she comes into contact with the cloth barrier. “I’ll probably be able to afford to buy you new underwear here soon. Hope you don’t mind.” Buffy quickly tears the fabric with one hand at one hip before sliding over to the other hip, tearing the fabric there, flipping the useless panties down as she slides eager fingers over swollen, dew covered lips.

Anya whimpers quietly as she glances over seeing Buffy caress a moaning and wiggling Tara’s slit. “Can’t drive and watch at the same time, you two. This is so not fair.” Anya growls, speeding up slightly as they draw closer to the apartment building.

“Not…me…” Tara pants, whimpering loudly as Buffy slides two fingers deep inside her, working her into a frenzy of need as she brushes the heel of her palm briefly over her swollen clit, not giving it the pressure she needs.

Buffy smirks as Anya quickly pulls into the parking garage, bringing the car to a quick halt in her parking spot. “Want me to continue this here, or upstairs?” Buffy whispers, grinding her palm briefly against the hardening muscle.

“Goddess, people…” Tara whimpers, pushing her body against the hand pumping strongly into her and the palm pressing against her needy clit.

“Does it bother you that someone can look in and see what I’m doing to you?” Buffy questions hoarsely. “Or does it turn you on that much more?” Buffy reaches up with her other hand, wrapping it in Anya’s hair and bringing her over for a ravenous kiss while pumping her right hand even faster into Tara as she hears the loud moans and feels the extra wetness oozing out of the witch at her words.

“BUFFY!” Tara screams, reaching down to press Buffy’s hand hard against her, burying the slayers fingers deep inside her as she comes.

Buffy moans into Anya’s mouth as she feels the hot flood of liquid saturate her hand, and Tara’s muscles clenching down so hard on her fingers that Buffy wonders if she’d be able to remove them even with slayer strength.

“Upstairs, now.” Anya growls after pulling away from Buffy’s mouth, inhaling the smell of Tara’s climax deeply within her senses.

Buffy finally eases her hand away from Tara as the witch eases her internal muscles. Opening the door, Buffy helps Tara out of the vehicle, quickly following her as she notices the witch stumble as her legs aren’t quite ready to support her yet. Slamming the car door, Buffy wraps her left arm around Tara while slowly sucking and licking the juices off her right hand as the three groaning women make it to the elevator, riding it up the three flights to Anya’s floor.

As soon as Anya unlocks the door, the three women are barely inside with the door shut behind them, before Buffy grabs Anya, pulling her in against her other side, kissing her ravenously.

Tara moans quietly at the carnal display, gently urging the two women towards the bedroom, stripping her clothes off as she helps Buffy and Anya take their clothes off in between hands and lips landing on various body parts, teasing, pinching and caressing, not knowing who’s hand is where.

Buffy growls quietly as she feels someone’s fingers slide deep inside her while nipping on firm flesh, taking a moment to realize she’s nipping on someone’s butt cheek, not even caring who it is, Buffy starts licking and nipping her way across the firm flesh while rocking her hips into the fingers working in and out of her at a feverish pace. Running her hands up over the back in front of her, Buffy wiggles her hands under the person’s body, grasping hold of full, firm breasts, grinning at the realization she’s got hold of Tara. Feeling smaller, firm breasts press into her back, Buffy sighs in happiness at being sandwiched between the two women.

“Want…over…” Tara mumbles, moaning quietly as Buffy lifts her body from her, effectively lifting Anya with her. Grinning, Tara turns over and spins her body around, burying her face against Buffy’s apex, licking strongly over the rock hard clit of the slayer while reaching up and sliding three fingers deep within Anya center, brushing her thumb firmly over the ex-vengeance demon’s clit at the same time she starts a fast rhythm inside the shopkeeper.

Finding Tara’s sex right in front of her, Buffy dives in, her body rocking against the sensory overload as her back is nipped and licked, her clit sucked on and fingers pounding away inside her. Sucking strongly on Tara’s blood engorged clit, Buffy whimpers as she feels the climax working through her own body. Sliding her fingers through Tara’s wetness, Buffy starts pumping three fingers in and out of the witch, growling as she hears Tara whimper more into her sex. Working the fourth finger in, Buffy groans loudly as Tara clenches her fingers, her hips jumping uncontrollably as the witch explodes, a small warm flood soaking her hand, tipping Buffy over the edge as Tara unconsciously, or consciously scrapes her teeth over the swollen flesh she’d been sucking on.

“FUCK!” Anya screams loudly as Tara slides a slippery finger in her ass at the same time she presses hard into her clit and buries her fingers deep inside her. Collapsing on top of the slayer, all three women groan quietly as they become one sweat-soaked heaving mass of flesh.

Feeling to spent to move, the three women, pant heavily, lying in a tangle of limbs for long moments before Tara chuckles quietly.

“What are you laughing at?” Anya slowly eases her body off Buffy, groaning as Tara’s fingers slide from her various body parts.

“Is this the life-affirming sex I’ve heard about?” Tara whimpers quietly as Buffy slowly rolls off her.

Buffy groans, flopping her head on the pillow. “I don’t know, but it took me a while to figure out who was where, and to tell you the God’s honest truth? I’m still not sure!”

Tara and Anya both chuckle at the slayer’s words.

“Well, I know where Tara’s fingers ended up.” Anya sighs quietly as she taps Tara on the leg. “You going to spin around and lay up here by us?”

“Don’t have the energy.” Tara mumbles, shifting her hands to a leg on either side of her to caress gently.

“We’re going to need a bigger bed.” Buffy considers the logistics of the three women sleeping together. “When’s your lease up on the apartment?” Buffy questions Anya, turning her head to look at the woman.

“Three months.” Anya admits quietly.

“Keep it or sublease it?” Tara questions, groaning as she feels two hands stroking up either inner thigh.

“Don’t know, don’t care. Just going to move Anya in as soon as possible. We can worry about everything else afterwards.” Buffy mutters, her hand stroking gently over Tara’s sex, curiously seeking out the folds and crevices, smiling at the dampness of her sex.

Tara moans quietly as Buffy’s questing fingers map out her sex.

Anya chuckles as her fingers collide with Buffy’s. “Want to see, or should I say, feel a really neat spot?” Anya questions, looking at Buffy as she grasps the slayer’s hand.

“Okay.” Buffy agrees, curious about the ex-demons mischievous grin and Tara’s low groan. Allowing Anya to wrap her index finger around hers, Buffy blinks in surprise as Anya slides their two fingers within Tara. As Anya feels deep within the witch, coming across a certain area after hooking their fingers, Anya slides Buffy’s finger over the area.

“Feel that spot, remember that spot, caress that spot.” Anya orders softly, sliding her hand away from Tara as Buffy curiously does what Anya told her to do.

“FUCK!” Tara growls loudly, her hips starting to jerk and jump at the uncontrollable pleasure starting to build within her body at the slayer’s curious caressing. “Damn, you, Anya!” Tara whimpers loudly as her body starts shimmying and shaking as she can’t control her response.

Buffy shifts her body, watching in amazement as Tara’s body practically vibrates with the arousal coursing through her. Stroking more firmly and quickly, Buffy shifts her body around, to get a better angle with her finger, gingerly sliding another finger in to caress over the spot, eyes opening wide as Tara arches high off the bed, groaning loudly at the same time the witch floods her hand and arm with her orgasm.

Anya chuckles as she watch’s Buffy and Tara, her hand stroking gently over Buffy’s back, knowing the slayer is so engrossed with what’s happening with Tara that she really isn’t even aware of what Anya’s doing. Figuring it probably won’t take long for Buffy to reach the same release, Anya quickly slides three fingers within the slayer, searching out the slayer’s g-spot, stroking firmly and quickly.

“DAMN!” Buffy cries feeling the immense pleasure coursing through her body as Anya obviously starts doing to her what she’d just finished doing to Tara. Rocking her body against the pleasure giving fingers, Buffy slides down on top of Tara as Tara pulls her down.

“Don’t hold back, enjoy it.” Tara whispers, stroking her hands up and down Buffy’s back as Buffy rocks against her body and Anya’s pleasure giving fingers. Tara smiles as Anya winks at her.

Buffy whimpers, burying her face between Tara’s breasts as she feels the fast build up of extreme pleasure in her body, even her toes feeling like they’re tingling, looking for release. Her body uncontrollably shaking with desire, Buffy screams as the orgasm rips through her, literally soaking Anya in her juices. Seeing spots of colors, sparking behind her closed eyelids, Buffy whimpers continuously for long minutes as Anya’s fingers slowly still inside her before easing out.

“Hmmm.” Anya moans quietly, licking up some of the slayer’s juices. Gathering more, she shifts to dangle her fingers in front of Tara’s lips. “Want some?”

“Anya!” Tara growls at the teasing ex-demon before grabbing the hand pulling it down to suck the juices from the fingers.

Buffy blushes darkly at the two women, burying her face even more firmly into Tara’s chest.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Anya presses a kiss against Buffy’s shoulder. “It tastes absolutely wonderful.”

Tara unconsciously runs her tongue over her lips. “More.” Tara orders softly.

“Greedy.” Anya grumbles. “You could always situate yourself to clean it up the right way, you know!”

“Buffy, sweetie?” Tara murmurs quietly, smiling as Buffy looks up hesitantly. “Turn around.” Tara grins lasciviously at the slayer.

Buffy whimpers, burying her face against the which again. “There’s just something wrong with this picture.”

“Yes there is. You’re not turning around.” Tara admits, nodding her head.

“Buffy, shift up.” Anya orders considering things for a moment, smiling as Buffy does as asked. “Tara, you turn around. You need to be cleaned properly, also.” Anya slides down to the end of the bed, watching as Tara shifts around so she can lap hungrily over the slayer’s body, making Buffy blush even more. Gathering up some of the liquid glistening on Tara’s thighs, Anya offers it hesitantly to Buffy. “Try, please?”

Buffy looks at the glistening finger for a second before capturing it in her mouth, sucking the sweet liquid from it, closing her eyes and groaning at the sweet flavor. Finally gathering all the liquid, Buffy grunts. “Different.”

“Different type orgasm.” Anya wiggles her eyebrows as she slides between Tara’s thighs licking her way slowly up Tara’s thighs, gathering every last drop.

“HEY! That’s mine.” Buffy growls, frowning at the ex-demon, unconsciously shifting her body as Tara‘s tongue and lips caress over her inner thighs.

“You snooze, you lose.” Anya smirks at the slayer, before laughing as Tara’s body jumps as she starts laughing.

Wrapping her arms tightly around Buffy’s waist, Tara hugs her. “There’s plenty more where that came from, sweetie. Be thankful Anya hasn’t given you the work over yet!”

“You told me not to. Wasn’t it something about giving her time to acclimate herself to us before teasing her unmercifully?” Anya frowns as Buffy buries her face in Tara’s apex, lapping up the liquid. “Now, that’s just downright mean.” Anya taps Buffy on the back of the head, chuckling as Buffy growls at her.

Laughing, Anya slides up beside the two women. Turning her head, she watch’s as they clean each other of their orgasms. When Tara turns lust-filled eyes towards her, Anya raises an eyebrow in question.

“Buffy, sweetie. I think it’s time for you to attack Anya.” Tara chuckles as she hears a grunt of approval come from Buffy and Buffy practically pushes herself up and off the bed, turning in the air and landing between Anya’s spread legs. “Damn. Wish I could do that!” Tara states after seeing that little maneuver.

“More, More, More, More.” Buffy growls, her eyes twinkling merrily as she works her way up Anya’s body, spreading the ex-demon’s legs further apart as she slides between them, fingers playing around the woman’s sex.

“Sex crazed monster. She finally found out what good sex is li……” Anya whimpers loudly as Buffy quickly slides her fingers home within her, searching and finding her g-spot, stroking with her strong fingers, quickly bringing her to a shivering, shaking mass of need. “BUFFY!” Anya screams as reaches her orgasm in record time.

Buffy grunts happily, opening her mouth as she tries to engulf the ex-demons whole sex in her mouth to try and capture all the fluid escaping from the woman.

Tara can’t help but laugh at the slayer’s antics. “Anya, there’s no more thinking we created a monster, I know we have.”

Buffy looks up, a huge grin covering her cum soaked face. “You think?” Running a tongue around her lips, gathering up more of the ex-vengeance demons juices, she tilts her head. “I’ve been missing out all these years. Lots and lots of time to make up for.” Buffy nods her head as she thinks about it. “Lots and lots of making up to do.”

Tara laughs gleefully as she slides down, lapping the slayer’s face clean, grinning as she hears the groan coming from Anya as she slowly lands back in this plane of existence from her orgasm. “And all the time in the world to do it.”

“Promise?” Buffy questions softly, her eyes hopeful.

“Promise.” Tara whispers, kissing Buffy gently, groaning as Anya slides up, beside them, stroking her hands gently over both women.

“Promise.” Anya adds her promise, kissing first Buffy, then Tara before all three women tease each other in a three way tangle of tongues, before they slide back on the bed, collapsing as their bodies finally give in to the exhaustion working through them after their sex marathon.

“Love you.” Tara murmurs quietly as the three women shift, spooning against each other.

“Love you, too.” Buffy wraps her arms around Anya while she smiles as Tara’s arms wrap around both women.

“Love you two, too.” Anya places one hand on Tara’s arm and the other on Buffy’s arm as she slowly feels herself drifting off to sleep.

THE END