The Wolf, The Witch and The Wardrobe

Dawn walked towards the house, singing to herself, not really paying attention so was surprised to see Willow standing out on the front lawn. She still hadn’t really forgiven her for what had happened earlier in the year and although the physical wounds had healed she wasn’t sure whether the emotional ones ever would.

“Hey Willow,” she said hesitantly.

“Dawnie. Hey. Uhh, look. There’s been an accident.” Willow started, trying to come up with an excuse as to why she would still be at the house when Buffy was probably still being operated on at the hospital.

“Buffy’s been taken to the hospital. We thought somebody should stay here to tell you when you came home, but Xander insisted on riding the ambulance. You know what a goofball he is and he couldn’t help himself.” Willow said in way of explanation.

“An accident!” Dawn almost screeched. “Is Buffy okay? What happened?”

“Buffy was shot. I don’t know by who, it happened out in the back garden while she was talking with Xander.”

“I need to get to the hospital.” Dawn told her.

“I’ll drive you.” Willow offered, a slight smile playing at her lips as she could guess what Dawn’s reaction to that would be.

“No!!” Dawn stated forcefully. “I’m sorry Will, but I’m not getting into another car that you’re driving,” then Dawn started walking down the street towards the nearest Bus stop. “Oh, and nice look, didn’t know you were into the Goth scene.”

Willow grinned as she watched Dawn walk away. That had been easier than she had expected, though with the way things had gone between her and Dawn this past few months, it hadn’t been too hard to stop Dawn getting into the house. Just as well she hadn’t come along when Willow was in the middle of casting the barrier spell as that would have truly blown everything. Willow needed time alone with Oz, to truly show him what it was like to lose someone you loved with all your heart, to lose someone that without whom, life made no sense. The pain she’d felt when Oz left was nothing to the pain she felt over Tara’s death, but if Oz hadn’t left her in the first place, then Tara wouldn’t have even been a blip on her radar. Oz had, however unwittingly, sent Willow into Tara’s arms and had made her choose between him and Tara when he came back. She had been forced into choosing Tara when she knew how Oz would react whenever jealousy took hold.

Laying out the spell components before her Willow started to cast the barrier spell, offering up the correct supplications to the Powers she would be asking for aid, scattering the different components at the correct time and keeping the inflection in the words correct so as not to anger the powers who would then cause her spell to fail. The incantation ended, Willow could feel the power of the spell sparkle around her. Now, she could make Oz pay in peace, and without fear of interruption.

Willow made her way to the bedroom, still taking no apparent notice of Tara’s unmoving body slumped on the floor, and moved to the wardrobe and opened it. Oz blinked rapidly trying to take in the sudden light that was now streaming into the darkness he’d been in for what felt like days.

“Good, you’re still awake.” Willow said matter of factly. “I wouldn’t want you to miss any of this.”

“Willow.” Oz managed to croak out of his dry throat. “What are you doing?”

As his eyes adjusted to the light Oz could finally make out the form that was lying on the floor across the room from him. “Tara!” He gasped, “Oh God, Tara. Willow, whatever you’re doing…”

Willow struck Oz across the mouth with the back of her hand.

“You will not ask anything of me. You may not address me by that name. I am only love to you now, that is all.” Willow told him. “Follow these instructions and you will be loved. Don’t follow them and you will suffer the consequences. Do you understand?” She asked.

Oz couldn’t comprehend what was happening, what had happened, to Willow. All he could see was that Willow was grieving, but the person he was seeing in front of him wasn’t his Willow. His Willow could never do this to anyone, not even in anger or grief. What had happened to her in the years he’d been away? Had she truly lost that much of herself to the magic’s? Truly lost that much control? How ironic that he’d gone to Tibet to get control over his emotional urges and Willow had stayed in Sunnydale and lost hers.

Oz felt the sting of Willow’s hand across his face again.

“I asked you a question, now answer me.” Willow ordered him, anger rising in her voice.

Oz tried to swallow before answering but the dryness of his mouth and throat made it impossible.

“I understand the words and the meanings of those words,” he answered. “But I don’t understand why you’re saying them or why you’re doing this.”

Willow climbed into the wardrobe and knelt down before Oz so that they’re eye level was at the same height.

“There, there baby.” Willow said soothingly to Oz as she brought her hand up and started to stroke his head, “I just want you to love me, like you used to. Is that too much to ask?” At this Willow gently brought her lips to Oz’s and kissed him softly.

“Willow… don’t.” Oz said as he drew back from the kiss. Willow reacted by striking him again.

“I told you not to address me with that name. You don’t get to use that name. Now love me. Make love to me.” Willow shrieked at Oz almost hysterically.

“No Willow.” Oz replied, consciously using her name. “I won’t have sex with you,” with this reply he again felt the sting of her hand across his face then watched mutely as Willow got out of the wardrobe and undressed herself.

“I know you want me baby. You came back for me once. I remember. You went away to control your wolf side for me, only me. But you didn’t come back baby, and now the person you made me love is dead so now you’re the only one. You’re the only person that can love me.” Willow rambled as she got back into the wardrobe then slowly started kissing Oz again. He tried pulling away, but with his hands bound over the railing he found it difficult to move.

“Don’t fight it baby, I know you really want this.” Willow told him, trying to sound reassuring.

Oz couldn’t think, there had to be a way out of this. There had to be a way to stop Willow but with his hands bound there was nothing physically that he could do. The answer came to him quickly as he felt Willow’s hand reach underneath his pants and grasp his hardening cock.

The transformation into the wolf was quick, far quicker than the change had been under the influence of the moon, and it took Willow by surprise for a few seconds but she quickly regained her composure, especially after seeing that Wolf Oz’s paws were still bound by her spell.

“You think that’s going to stop me baby?” She asked the now wolfed form of Oz. “I know it’s still you in there and I still want you inside of me, I still want your cock fucking me hard.” Smiling to herself Willow reached down into the wolfs groin area and found his cock through the fur and massaged it until it was hard enough for her.

“There now,” she whispered into the wolfs ear. “I knew you wanted me really. I knew you’d get hard for me baby.”

Willow grabbed hold of the railing in the wardrobe and used it to pull herself up, then wrapped her legs around wolf Oz’s waist, positioning herself carefully to come down on the wolfs erect cock. Slowly she lowered herself, letting Wolf Oz’s cock slide into her a couple of times until she was sure she could take him fully before letting go of the railing and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Mmm baby, that feels so good.” Willow whispered as she slowly worked up speed, the roughness of the wolf rubbing against her clit, making the sensations in her all the more intense.

“Oh yes Oz.” Willow cried as she felt the intensity building within her, taking her to orgasm as she slid up and down Oz’s cock with a ferocious intensity that drove her orgasm further.

“Oz baby, fuck me, yes, oh god.” Willow screamed as the orgasm took her over, a feeling of intense pleasure coming over her as she felt the wolfs hips buck into her in, Oz’s own orgasm forcing him to fuck Willow unwillingly.

Coming down from the orgasm Willow stumbled out of the wardrobe and flopped down onto the floor, tiredness now taking over, a wide grin on her face. Looking over to the wardrobe she could see Oz had now reverted to his human form.

“That was good baby.” Willow told Oz. “Do you love me baby?”

Oz lifted his head to look directly at her before speaking, “I could never love you.”