Harem

Summary; Giles contemplates the better aspects of his job
Spoilers; none, all season 3
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Giles/Willow/Cordelia/Buffy
Disclaimer; these are not my characters, they all belong to Mutant Enemy and there is no profit motive in this work.
Distribution; do what you like
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HAREM
Giles felt as though every corner of his being was wracked with the most abject terror he had ever known. His hands sweated profusely, the thighs on his tweed trousers dark with dampness as he furiously rubbed his palms against them. The room seemed to be closing in around him, cutting off the air. He gazed in uncontrollable fear at the emotionless being before him.
"Well, Mr Giles", the school superintendent began, replacing his personnel file on the table, "Everything appears to be in order. You seem highly regarded by both students and faculty, your records are immaculate, even your staging of the school talent show was well received despite several, uh, last minute cancellations amongst the cast".
Giles breathed again in what seemed the first time in an age. Oxygen suddenly seemed like a rich and nourishing substance.
The superintendent removed his glasses. "There is, however, one area of concern".
His Latin master had once informed him that the worst punishment Roman gaolers had performed on their captives was to pretend there had been a revolution. They would be released from their cells and allowed as far as the prison gates, which would then be shut in their faces, the terrible reality setting in. Giles had sometimes wondered what that must have felt like. Now he knew.
"Principle Snyder has written, and I quote 'Mr Giles appears to spend most of his time with a trio of nubile young women with whom he has a relationship of unbecoming intimacy. This personal harem gives me grave doubts as to his suitability as a school librarian' Would you care to comment on this?"
"That maggot", thought Giles, " That jumped up little Napoleon with all the charm of a festering corpse. I hope he dies of syphilis and rots in hell. I hope he's devoured by a hydra demon. I hope...."
"Mr Giles?"
"Sorry, superintendent. I'm just a little shocked hat hat has been written. Can I ask to whom he is referring?"
"Miss Chase, for one. I know her father quite well and he's a very influential man in the community"
Giles felt like asking if her father's real name was Lear. If ever there was a child so inappropriately named it was the Queen of Mean. She was so shallow she virtually qualified as a coral reef. Still, that part of her dubious charm. She was gorgeous. That hair that she never stopped tending, those oh so perfect teeth accompanied by hazel eyes (not brown, no, nothing so common). He had to admit she had wonderful cheekbones. Great breasts, there was no denying it, the sort of cleavage you could lose yourself in leading to a tiny waist and the kind of legs that would grace Atalanta.
It was her personality that really made her so desirable, however. She was beautiful and she knew it, so haughty and arrogant. It made you want to rip her clothes off, throw her against the wall, tie her hands and spank her silly before taking her until she was hoarse from moaning your name...
"Mr Giles?"
"I'm sorry Superintendent, the thought that Miss Chase and myself have an inappropriate relationship is simply ridiculous. A young woman like that can have her pick of boys in this school and from what I gather, she has. I'm sure she would have no interest in old fogies like you and I ".
The superintendent adjusted his wig self-consciously and Giles made a laudable effort to kick himself under the table.
"There's also the case of Miss Rosenberg"
Willow. She was adorable. So intelligent, yet so innocent. If you were allowed to pick your children you would have Cordelia as a trophy daughter you would wheel out when company called and Willow to keep for yourself. That smile, those eyes like one way mirrors reflecting only the sweet and wonderful things in the world. He sometimes dreamed of taking her in his arms, kissing her all over and holding her forever. To see that curious mixture of passion and surrender on her face as he gently enteher her and she arched back towards him whilst weeping with the sweet pain of physical and emotional intimacy. Somehow he imagined she'd be quite the adventuress once you scraped the surface.
"Is there something distracting you Mr Giles?"
"I'm sure if you consult the school records you'll find that Miss Rosenberg is in the top ten percent of any class you can name. It surely stands to reason that such an avid student would spend a great deal of time in the library and I as I am the librarian it seems reasonable that we would often be seen together"
"That's all very well, but the same can hardly be said of Miss Summers, in fact she seems constantly absent from everywhere but the library!"
Buffy. She was lovely. The perfect package of blond hair, breasts and that thing she did with her mouth! She was so petite that Giles sometimes worried that sex with anyone but that midget Jonathon would kill her. Still, from experience he knew there was a lot to be said for small women, they always made you feel positively Herculean in comparison. He imagined peeling off her sweat laden training clothes, the sullen pout of her lips eagerly sucking him to ecstasy. He would wind her ponytail around his hand and gently drag her backwards onto him, relishing her whimper as he parted the cheeks of her backside and enjoying the exquisite tightness as she lingered for a few moments, controlling the speed and depth of his most intimate penetration. He was nothing if not a considerate lover, he would ensure her pleasure with a few strokes of his fingers before guiding her own hand to the vagina and letting his palm stray towards her breasts. With expert timing they would climax as one.
"Miss Summers is a truly exceptional student but one who doesn't really respond to convention. My personal tuition is carried out with the express permission of her mother and I think her exam results speak for themselves".
"Well, thank you Mr Giles. Thill ill be all"
He was kissing Willow, letting his tongue explore her mouth with abandon whilst the blond mop of Buffy's head licked between her thighs, causing her to shudder with pleasure. His right hand gripped her breast firmly whilst his left stroked Cordelia's mane of black hair as she took him enthusiastically within her mouth and greedily gulped down his seed. Cordelia was pinching Willows' buttocks, her perfectly manicured nails interfering lewdly with the deliciously sensitive flesh she found between them. Her other hand effortlessly found Buffy's clitoris, a favour, which she willingly returned with gusto. Willow's nails dug into the flesh of Giles chest; her wrists' bound together with a bow of scarlet ribbon. Buffys' free hand was in there too somewhere but in the confusion Giles couldn't quite place it. The air was rent with their frenzied moans and the bed sheets soaked with cheap perfume and their sweet, sweet sweat.
"You may go now, Mr Giles"
It took all his self-restraint to walk from the room. Once in the corridor he broke into a run.