MASTER TARA: REVENGE OF EVIL PUPPY

Title: MASTER TARA: REVENGE OF EVIL PUPPY

Author: psimetis

E-mail: psimetis@hotmail.com

Spoilers: Season 3, Doppelgangland

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: vampireW/T

Characters: Vamp Willow, Tara, Master Tara (Dark Tara), Vamp Xander, Evil Puppy, Dark Slayer Buffy, Slayer Faith, Watcher man Giles

Disclaimer: All characters of BtVS and its universe are all rights and owned by Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon. This is a fan to fan appreciative effort made for absolutely no profit.



Summary: Wishverse (3rd in Veracity-verse): Continuation to Master Tara: Master Witch Of Sunnydale. Vamp Willow shows Tara the second part of her Dark Tara story, and they share a revelation at the end. Silly Fic, Raunch, Comedy, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, D/s



Warnings: Dom/sub, Cussing, Very Frank Dirty Boink Talk, A Messy Xander-Happy



Author’s Note: I personally think Vamp Will’s writing needs just a little editing help, but I’m not going to be the one to tell her that. :0 And neither is her Tara. :D



Further Notes: Please don’t mistake Vamp Wil’s style of writing for mine. ;)


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MASTER TARA: REVENGE OF EVIL PUPPY



Once upon a time, there was a red haired vampire named Willow (Vamp Mistress of Aurelius and Sunnydale), with a very human, very sweet, very soft, pretty, stuttery, Wiccy, witchy girlfriend by the name of Tara. Evil Willow the Wicked (as foes and acquaintances alike liked to call her), was very, very fond of her humany girlfriend. Not fond enough to eat her to death (as in eating all her blood--rather than the other kind of &#eatieating’), but very fond in a, ‘I think I really kinda like my girlfriend lots and lots yippee!’ kind of way. And she was certain Tara felt the same way about evil Willow herself too. That made the vampire all kinds of happy.



But then Willow got to wondering (thanks to her stupid vamp sibling, Xander), what her goodie girlfriend would be like if she were actually Dark--not evil-dark, but more like really Dark Hard Ass. The idea made Willow excited. She was so excited she wrote a story about it. It was called:



MASTER TARA: MASTER WITCH OF SUNNYDALE.



‘Master Tara’ was about a hard ass, dark witch named Tara and how she was Master Witch of Sunnydale, ruling over demons and Slayers alike. Tara even owned the Aurelius Ring (hence, her title, ‘Master Tara’). She also had a faithful, favorite, very pretty, vampire, sex slave named Willow-Pet whom Master Tara happily boinked. Willow (the vampire writer, not the vampire slave), liked writing the boinking parts best. And when the vampire showed the story to her own Tara--weee! It inspired more boinking, of the ‘Me, Tara, Alpha-Witch!’ variety, which was a totally new thing in their love-ship. Recent memories of such fresh, butch-Taraness in bed made Willow sigh happily and pull out her stolen laptop to put nimble, pale fingers to the keyboard again. She just had to write the sequel!



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“Hey baby,” Tara smiled, as she opened her dorm door to her vampire. Willow was dressed in her usual black leather and gothy ensemble. Tonight, it had a flash of crimson--a blood red, crushed velvet top that pushed up Willow’s modest-sized breasts. Tara’s eyes lidded appreciatively, and the corner of the witch’s yummy mouth crept up (Yippee! Thought Willow). The self-styled Mistress of Sunnydale slowly slinked in--in her typical ‘deadly vamp’ fashion--and gave her witch a little smirk. Tara saw the very expensive sunglasses in Willow’s red hair.



“Did Angel, um, Puppy, drive you?” Tara asked.



“Yes,” Willow answered with a smile, as she turned to her girlfriend to give her a light kiss on the lips. “I let him out and told him to go protect the campus.”



“That’s good,” Tara agreed. Angel-Puppy was a vampire with a soul, so that made the male vampire feel all sorts of guilty for the atrocities he’d committed before he was ensouled. Tara was glad that Willow was letting her pet Puppy out more. That way he could work out his soulful frustrations on the non-Aurelius evils out there.



“And speaking of Puppy,” Willow deliberately emphasized with a very pleased look on her face. The way her vampire smiled with such meaning made Tara think, oh! Something special was gonna happen! And with a flourish, Willow presented a manuscript from behind her back. Tara clapped her hands in delight.



“Oh!! Is that?” she asked, accepting the thin, red spiral bound story. She had waited impatiently for weeks to find out what happened to Willow-Slave and Master Tara. She immediately read the cover:



MASTER TARA: REVENGE OF EVIL PUPPY



“O boy!” Tara enthused with a wide smile to her grinning girlfriend, and urg urged Willow to come quickly to the bed and sit with her. The witch, once they were both settled on the bed, put the manuscript in her lap and opened it to the first page.



“It starts off where we left off last time,” Willow reminded Tara, before the blonde could start reading.



“You mean with the popsicle?” Tara queried, looking at her vampire.



“No, the bathroom sex,” Willow gave with a dismissive gesture about the ‘popsicle’. The vampire hadn’t been all that interested in writing Slay-Faith and Slay-Buff boinking each other. She had wanted to write more Master Tara! Tara just nodded at her vampire’s answer, and returned her attention to the first page.



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(Willow’s fic:)



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MASTER TARA: REVENGE OF EVIL PUPPY



After the Slayers One F and Two B had left the warehouse bathroom, Master Tara held her still shuddering pet close to her and murmured soft endearments in her sweet, dulcet tones. Sometimes Willow was so overcome when Master fucked her like that, she didn’t know where she was.



“Oh oh oh,” Willow breathed raggedly as she lay in Master’s comforting arms on the messy bathroom floor, and what was funny was that she actually needed to ‘breathe’ during such moments too.



“Thank you, Master!” Willow finally managed to give out. She imagined Master’s lush, wide mouth smiling against her red locks as she held her. She hoped Master was pleased with her.



“Pretty pet,” Master Tara merely said into Willow’ed hed hair. “Up you go!” she added, and helped set her vampire slave up on her shaky legs. (By now, Master’s Big Pet Boinking Tool from last story had magically disappeared back into the magical sex ether it had come from). Willow bent to pick up her skirt as Master held her hand, and she finally noticed the obnoxious sounds of the Slay Two whooping it up (or something) out on the warehouse floor.



“FUCK B’--AW HELL--GIMME SUMMA THAT!” Faith-Slay was yelling.



“RRRROOOOOAR!!” Little Buf-Slay roared.



SQUISHY SQUISHY SQUISHY SQUISHY--



“Wha,” Willow said a little shakily. “What they doing?” (Willow-Slave was always a little retarded after a Master-Fuck).



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“Teehee!” Tara giggled in embarrassment when she read the sentence.



“It’s true!” Willow affirmed with a grin, as she shimmied just a little closer to her girlfriend. Tara just smiled briefly back and returned her attention to the manuscript.



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(Willow’s fic:)



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“Popsicle,” Tara simply answered. She encircled her little vamp slave in her arms. “Here we go. Let’s put you to bed.”



And POOF! They were suddenly in the Master Chamber at the Master’s Lair in the Bronze.



“Master? Can I?...” Willow tried to say, as Master Tara folded down the covers of the huge, sprawling Master Bed and made Willow sit in it. Her vampire pet tentatively touched her gorgeous, blonde Master on her very curvy, leather clad hip. Willow-pet really wanted to give her Master pleasure.



“Not now. Later,” Master ordered, as she knelt that curvaceous figure down and removed her slave’s cute little, shiny, black Mary Janes and very cute, pussy cat bobby socks. “I have to go find bad Puppy.”



“I wonder how he got evil,” Willow murmured, as Master removed her vampire’s last bit of clothing and tucked her naked, little Willow-pet in.



“That’s what I’m going to find out,” Tara answered, making sure Willow was all snug in the bed. Her beautiful hand smoothed Willow-Slave’s messy red hair back. “No sneaking away from the bed,” Master warned with a piercing blue stare that made Willow feel pinned to the bed. “I want you right here and safe.”



“Yes Master,” Willow answered submissively, and Tara straightened with a look of approval on her beautiful face.



Willow made a tiny, little sound though, when Master Tara finally turned away.



“What?” Master immediately asked, looking down at her slave, and Willow-pet couldn’t look her in the eye.



“Nothing,” Willow mumbled, trying to pretend her little n sou sound (which she was very embarrassed about), didn’t happen, but Master somehow knew what her pet wanted. She immediately bent over, her rich, blonde locks cascading down to caress her vampire’s face before her lush lips did. Willow happily accepted Master’s hot, soft mouth.



“My sweet girl,” Master finally half-smiled after the good night kiss. She straightened her gorgeous body once more. “Now go to sleep.”



“Yes Master,” Willow acquiesced with a cute yawn, and then went absolutely still, like vampires do, and fell asleep.



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“Aw, sweet girl,” Tara said softly, as she read the scene with an affectionate, gentle grin, and Willow smiled proudly. Yes, the vampire thought smugly, she wrote ‘Willow-pet’ very well. And Master too. Then her own Tara turned to her with warm, blue eyes and leaned over to give the vampire a sweet kiss on the mouth. Yay me! Willow congratulated herself. Tara turned to read the manuscript once more.



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(Willow’s fic:)



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“Hello my beautiful Mistress of the Perfectly Made Melons,” Xander salivated when Master Tara’s magnificent body exited her Master Chamber. The Goddess glared at her Xan-lieutenant on the Bronze’s main floor. Xander-whelp waggled his masculine, dark eyebrows before he could stop himself. He was such a dog.



“What. Happened. To my Puppy,” Master Tara pronounced slowly so that Xander-pup could understand.



“Well, my bodacious Babe--’stress,” Xan-pup hastily added as Master’s beautiful blue eyes narrowed. “One moment I’m talkin’ guy talk with him, about who would have the awesome privilege of finally taking Mistress’ highly valued Virginity--” (Master’s perfectly cerulean blue orbs widened at this) “--When he suddenly says that you promised it to him--” Xan-pup made a derisive sound. “And that your promise just made him the happiest vamp in the world and the next thing I knew, Wham! He’s all over the floor going ‘Ahhhhh!’, losing his soul, and then he gets up and he’s Evil.”


sterster listened very carefully with her very pretty ears to what stupid Xan was saying.



“The thought,” Master surmised very slowly. “Of being the first,actuactual male, to take my virginity with his own....turgid tool, made my Puppy......‘Happy’.”



“Yeah,” agreed the dark haired male vamp, who had to shift to adjust his tight, leather pants.



“Thoughts of......lying between my legs and driving his.....hard, male shaft home and through my vulnerable, maiden barrier gave him.....perfect Happiness,” Master then clarified in hlearlear, melodious tones.



“Oh yeah,” Xander agreed, doing another manly shift of his lower body.



“The idea of being my first, with the spurting of the messy male seed between my wide, open, welcoming thighs blessed Puppy with a moment of Perfect Bliss,” Master mused with an elegant frown.



“OhFUCKYeah!!” Xander shouted, as he held the pool table with both his firm, masculine hands. He gave the surface an enthusiastic hump, head thrown back in his own bliss.



“You vampires are so easy,” the Master decided, pouty mouth pursed in sexy-looking contemplation. On the Bronze floor, male and female minions alike were trying to get themselves off, totally turned on by the incredible fantasy of male-style boinking the gorgeous Master right in her Goddess Virgin center.



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Tara self-consciously crossed her legs beneath her long, flowery skirt and blushed hard. Snucknuck a sideways glance at her girlfriend, who was grinning rather lasciviouspracpractically like the salivating Xander-pup in the story. Tara cleared her throat.



“Um,” she murmured under her breath. “I like being a virgin.”



“Oh,” Willow agreed readily. “I know.”



Tara uncrossed--then crossed her legs again. That’s what I get for having a fiendish predator for a girlfriend, the blonde witch mentally admonished to herself.





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(Willow’s fic:)



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While Master questioned Xander the Boink-Brain, Evil Puppy decided to sneak back into the Lair through the Master Chamber’s basement access.



“You got some nerve!&; Wi; Willow threw at the big vamp from where she lay, suddenly wide awake, in Master’s very big bed. Evil Puppy just grinned at her like an evil thing (which he now was), and straightened out of his evil sneak mode.



“Oh,” Evil Puppy tsked. “Look at the little pussy cat. Smelling all well-fucked. You’re such a good little whore,” he sneered. Puppy’s handsome, broad face was all snarky.



“You’re a better whore than me, you spread your ass cheeks for Master everyday!” Willow crowed from the bed. That remark (and a very true one), made Evil Puppy all kinds of angry. With a roar, he was on the bed in an instant, tearing back the covers and grabbing the little childe. He had intended to beat and rape the little pet anyway, and leave the red haired childe in an awful condition for Mistress to find.



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“Hm,” Tara murmured darkly, a very unhappy frown marring her pretty face as she continued reading intently. The blonde reached up and placed a hand possessively at the nape of Willow’s neck. The vampire smiled and snuggled closer.



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(Willow’s fic:)



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Big and little fists flew. Evil Puppy and Willow-Pet managed to exchange a few, wild blows before Master’s icy voice rang out in the chamber--



“ENOUGH,” Master Tara commanded, her mellifluous voice so cold it practically froze the combatants on the bed. Then Evil Puppy remembered that he didn’t want to be her Puppy anymore, and viciously socked Willow-pet in the eye.



“Ow!!!” Willow cried, and Master immediately raised an exquisite arm to punish the Bad Puppy with a powerful blast of Witchy Mojo. Magic shot from her palm.



Unfortunately, whatever the Master Witch had intended to blast Evil Puppy with, suddenly bounced off the large vamp and shot back at Tara instead. Struck by her own Mojo attack, Master flew backwards into Xander-pup, who immediately flew back into the ten or so minions crowding the Master Chamber door. Master Tara shook off the effects of her oagicagic and staggered to her feet. Evil Puppy laughed heartily, his large hands now around Willow-Slave’s neck.



“D’ya think I’d come back and not think to protect m’self?” he sneered in his old, Irish brog’y manner. “Now watch yer Favorite die!” Bad Puppy proclaimed loudly, and dramatically drew out an ornate, silver dagger and raised it into the air.



Willow heard Master shout just as her one green eye (the other one was already swelling up! Stupid Puppy!) spied a really ugly, gold medallion peeking out from inside Evil Puppy’s pimp daddy shirt. Not heeding the dagger or the vise-like hand at her throat, Willow tried to make a grab for the medallion.



Too late!! Suddenly she shrieked as she felt the cold, silver metal sink fast and deep into her shoulder. Puppy sprang away from her, his deed done, and as Xander and his minions scrambled after him, Evil Pup ran for the back entrance and was gone.



Willow could feel her muscles seizing up around the awful blade--she grabbed the handle futilely, and it was Master’s firm grip that quickly pulled it out seconds later. Willow shrieked again. She nearly hollered a third time (in surprise and almost-arousal!) when she felt Master’s hot mouth on the wound and actually sucking on it!



“You need to bleed,” the Will-pet dazedly watched her Master’s bloody, beautiful mouth say, right after she spat Willow’s blood out. “It’s obvious his blade is poisoned.”



“P-Poisoned?” Willow stammered, and she realized that Master was right--already a not very nice, clammy cold was creeping outwards from the wound area and affecting her limbs and making her head feel funny. The vampire looked helplessly into Master’s intense blues with her one good eye. She was suddenly afraid. Vampires couldn’t get poisoned--not by what killed humans, anyway. Master immediately placed her hot mouth on Willow-pet’s shoulder again.



“OH MY GOD! MASTER TARA’S A VAMP NOW!!” Buff-Slayer’s voice shouted from across the Chamber. Irritated, Master withdrew from Willow’s shoulder and spat out more blood.


147;147;Oh shut up, and put that away!” Master Tara admonished, as Slayer-B and Slayer-F held up their little stakes with wide-eyed disbelief. Actually, Slay-Bee’s round, hazel eyes were practically swallowing her little face. “I am not a vamp. And I told you two to get my Puppy! Instead, he came here and managed to poison my Pet!!”



“Medallion,” Willow uttered, already beginning to feel realll. l. Interrupting Master once she got her tirade on was a big No-No, but it was important that Master and the Slay-Two knew about Evil Puppy’s talisman.



“What,” Master Tara said, swinging her piercing, blue-eyed attention back to her slave. Usually Willow would be a little intimidated--and turned on--by such focused attention, but she could see the worry in her Master’s eyes, and it comforted her a little.



7;Hi7;His medallion. Your magic,” Willow managed to say. Uh oh, poor Willow-pet thought. I’m breathing hard. I don’t need to breathe. Thankfully, Master understood right away. She swung her intense regard right back to the Slayers F and B.



“My magic doesn’t affect Puppy. Pet says he has a medallion. Find him, destroy that medallion, and Bring. Him. Back. HERE. We need the cure for my Pet NOW.”



Slays Bee and Eff scrambled at the order. They ran right into Xander at the basement exit as he tried to make his way back in to report to Master.



“What’s the 411!” Take-Charge Buff-Slay ordered Xander-whelp, and he immediately backtracked out of the Master’s Chamber with the Slay-Two, feeling the dire atmosphere. Quiet finally fell in Master’s Chamber, except for the funny wheeze from Willow’s little dead lungs. They were alone now, and Willow-slave wished her chest would stop working--it was unnecessary, kinda noisy, and downright silly, e she she didn’t need the air. But despite her best intentions, poor Will wheezed anyway. And....and her body made sweat. Eww.



She felt Master’s warm hand pass over her clammy skin as the vampire laid in the blood soaked bed. Poor Willow-pet realized a little belatedly that her uncooperative body was shivering now as well. Master’s other, elegant (and bloody) hand held her cell phone to her ear. She pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down.



“Watcher,” Master Tara was saying tersely. “Puppy gave my Pet a poison. Find out anything you can about poisons for vampires.” As Master talked on the phone and Willow shivered in the bed, two minions hurried into the Chamber, apparently responding to Master’s silent ‘call’ button.



“Change the sheets,” Master ordered in aside to the minions, putting her phone down. She gently pulled Willow-pet off the bed and into her lap. The shivering vampire was comforted by Master’s wonderful warmth as her blonde Goddess’ arms reassuringly surrounded her. Without thinking, Willow managed to raise a shaky hand and briefly touch Master’s luscious mouth, still all gloriously bloody. Just like a vampire.



“Washclothes. Water,” Master further added to the hurrying minions, as Willow watched her fingers fall weakly away from those incredible lips. “Give me that blanket.” Willow felt Master shift her body, and a soft blanket was tucked around her shivery, naked self. She watched Master’s bloody mouth smile, so sensuously crooked.



“Like this, do you?” Willow watched Master say in soft amusement, and she felt her blonde Goddess’ warm hand capture her shaky one, lying where it had fallen onto her tummy. Master brought the vampire’s trembling hand up so Willow could touch those beautiful, stained lips again. The vampire didn’t want to stop looking at Master’s mouth. If she did, she might look up instead into those beautiful, blue eyes, and then Master might see more of her pet’s fear.



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“Poor baby,” Willow heard Tara murmur as she read. Her hand at the back of Willow’s neck caressed reassuringly.



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(Willow’s fic:)



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Willow-pet couldn’t help feeling a little scared. She’d been stabbed only moments before, and not only had her vamp healing not kicked in at all, but she was already as weak as a baby. And all with the shaking, and wheezy noises, and god, if she started making mucous or even puking, she’d die of shame. She didn’t want to offend Master and make her leave.



She felt Master’s warm, firm palm lay itself against her swollen eye. There was a fierce, soothing sensation.



“Let’s get rid of this,” she heard Master suggest softly, and Willow-pet could already feel her eye’s swell reduce. “I want to see both your pretty eyes.”



“I--sound funny,” Willow gasped. It was like an apology, or something. Master was already running a cool, wet cloth on her messed up shoulder, wiping away the tainted blood. Master’s mouth was still all bloodstained though. Willow-pet finally realized that they were all alone again in Master’s Chamber.



“You’re always funny,” Master gently teased her, and Will-pet watched Master Tara’s sexy mouth creep up into her beautiful half-grin again.



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“I love that smile,” Willow whispered into Tara’s ear, and the vampire was rewarded with the very shy, yet pleased version of that wonderful smile.



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(Willow’s fic:)



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“Now. Let’s get you fed, all right?” Master suggested. She shifted Willow-pet a little in her lap so that her head rested on Master’s shoulder. Deliberately, she placed her bare forearm to her slave’s mouth. Willow’s green eyes widened. Master never fed her vampire like this--a few licks of blood as a reward, but not like this!



“Come on, baby,” Master was coaxing her. She offered her arm again. “Don’t be shy.”



Willow whimpered. Her face screwed up a little, overcome with emotion and maybe a little too much of the shivers.



“Th-Thank you,” she managed to say softly, unable to look up into Master’s beautiful face, even though she wanted to. Tara only smiled down at her.



“Show me your teeth, baby,” Master gently cajoled. Willow-pet obeyed, and broke into her demon visage.



“There’s my pretty girl,” Master praised, as her vampire slid her fangs into her Goddess’ warm flesh. She tried to do so as gently as possible. When Master’s blood hit Willow’s mouth she nearly cried out from the ecstatic taste of it--so hot, so full of magic. Willow’s instincts were to clamp down and suck fast, but she struggled hard to keep her feeding under control. She clutched at Master’s arm like a last meal.



“Good girl,” Master softly encouraged, holding her close as Willow carefully sucked. Will-pet was relieved; Master wasn’t disgusted with her. The vampire relaxed just a little bit more, making a few of her happy feeding sounds. Master tasted so very good, and Willow knew she could get lost in the high from such potent, rich blood.



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“What is it?” Willow asked with a little trepidation, when Tara laid the manuscript down for a moment, and just stared thoughtfully into space. Her girlfriend turned to look at the vampire.



“I’ve...I’veer her heard your happy feeding sounds,” Tara shared slowly, looking at Willow with a bemused realization. Willow felt a little self-conscious.



“Well,” she murmured, looking down at her pale hands, one of which wore the Aurelius ring. “It...I dunno. I mean, you’ve seen me drink bagged blood, but live, um, feedings are like.....well, like when you enjoy eating really, really good stuff?” Willow explained, looking up finally into Tara’s eyes and hoping not to find disgust there. “That’s what that’s like.”



She dropped her eyes again. This was one of those hard parts in human/vamp relationships, Willow thought to herself a little miserably. As much as she boasted of being an honest vampire with Tara, she did keep a few things quiet about herself.



She saw one of Tara’s hands slip over her fretful, pale ones in her lap. The warm hand squeezed hers reassuringly.



“I’d. I’d love to find out....sometime,” she heard her girlfriend suggest shyly.



Willow looked up at her, startled.



“You mean?” the vampire asked in soft surprise. Did her Tara mean....she’d like Willow to bite her...sometime? That was practically too much to ask.



“Biting hurts,” Willow stated emphatically. She may be a vampire but she wasn’t going to lie to her girlfriend about something this important. Biting wasn’t a sexy feeling at all unless the one bitten liked the pain.



“I-I know. Bites....um, I don’t think I can do,” Tara admitted, her eyes dropping. “B-B-But, y’know. Th-There’s.....” the blonde’s voice trailed off.



“What?” Willow prompted.



“Oh. Well. O-O-O-Once a month...” Tara finally got out, her eyes arcing up and over and then she gave a self-deprecating laugh. The witch shrugged, completely embarrassed>
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“Oh!!” Willow said eagerly, grasping Tara’s hand in her excitement as she realized what her girlfriend was offering. Wow!! “Yes!” Willow agreed happily. “Yes!!”



Tara finally looked at her, blue eyes warm and happy. “Okay,” she smiled. Willow could not believe her good fortune. She just.....she liked her Tara lots and lots. She felt so lucky. More so everyday.



“Wanna read some more?” the vampire suggested softly, understanding that her Tara felt very self-conscious now, after her offer.



Tara only nodded, and with a last, lingering smile, returned her eyes to the page.



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(Willow’s fic:)



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Master Tara answered her phone. “Yes,” she stated. With a magical touch of her fingers, she sealed the bite her pet had made on her arm. The Watcher-G sputtered nervously on the other end.



“Y-Yes, well,” he began. “The, er, poison. Very strong blood--”



“I’ve tried it,” Tara tersely interrupted. She wipe her mouth and chin clean with a wash cloth and then moved to pull her chair closer to her pet. She had put her vampire back in the now pristine bed. She smoothed back the messy, red hair from her slave’s clammy forehead. Her little vampire’s huge, green eyes stared up at her. Master frowned, and her elegant fingers traced the clean, but very ugly looking knife wound at pet’s shoulder. It had not healed, and normally it would have, even when her slave had just a taste of Tara’s blood. Master placed her hand over the tainted wound, deciding against her better judgment to magically seal it. “She’s not better,” Tara added.



“Well,” the Watcher commented. “There is, er, blood of Sire--”



“He’s dust,” Tara said.



“Yes, er. But bloodlines, the older the better. The closer the tie, the better--”



“Hello, my Delicious Mistress of the Evil Aurelius,” Xander-pup, the pet’s own sibling, cheerily greeted as he prowled back into the Master Chamber from the basement entrance. He had nothing new to report on the ‘Evil Puppy’ front, but he thought he’d come back to the Lair anyway and say much of absolutely nothing to his Mistress, like a good lieutenant would.



“One moment,” Tara bade the Watcher and put her phone down. Xan-pup looked curiously at his shivering sister in the Master’s bed. Willsie totally did not look good. “Xander, come here,” he heard Mistress summon, and Xan-vamp was only too happy to comply. Now that Puppy was evil, and Wills was sick, maybe Xan-man could finally pleasure the Mistress! As he prowled over, he gave his tongue a few exercises (like as if it needed to), in masculine preparation.



“Asshole!” Willow suddenly shot at him from the bed. Xander just grinned at her. Little Wills always knew what Xanster was thinking. Mistress grabbed him in both her firm hands. Yeah Baby! Xander mentally crowed.



Then he felt himself shoved down and practically nose to nose with Willow. He wasn’t expecting it up the butt so soon, but oh well. Manfully, he raised his firm ass up in the air.



“Pet, eat him,” he heard Mistress command.



“Huh?” Xander said, but Willow only answered him with her teeth, sinking her fangs into his throat. At the first big suck, Xander’s eyes rolled back.



“Gahhhhh,” he said, totally turned on by eager Willow-suck fest. She always made the cutest sounds when she ate. Mistress’ hands were holding him down by his broad shoulders and Willow had a teasing little hand on his straining hard on. It wasn’t quite a Mistress/Willow sandwich, but it was close enough and Xander’s boink-brain made the most of it. “Ahhhhhh,” he moaned (very Xander-sexy like). Willow continued to suck and suck until he was almost dry. Rather than feeling panicked (his brain, thankfully, lacked blood now, though his little Xan didn’t), Xand-pup instead, tipped blissfully over into blackness, right after little Xan made a spurting Happy in his leather pants.



Willow pulled her fangs away from her now passed out sibling. “I don’t wanna kill him!” she pleaded, hoping Master wouldn’t make her do that. Master pulled konked-out Xan from her pet’s embrace and discarded him (THUD), on the floor by the bed. She immediately put a hand to Willow’s face, feeling the temperature. Master didn’t look pleased. With her luscious, pouty lips pursed in dark contemplation, Master Tara picked up her phone again.



“I fed her Xander, it didn’t work,” she told the Watcher.



“Er. Er. Er, Yes. P-Perhaps he wasn’t...old enough?” the Watcher suggested. Willow-pet watched as Master inhaled deeply in frustration. Master’s voluptuous boobs pressed up against her black leather vest top, and Will-pet sighed appreciatively.



“Get back to me immediately when you learn more,” Tara commanded, and clicked off. Her deep, blue eyes moodily contemplated her pet.



“I feel better,” Willow managed to chirp.



“Don’t fib. Master doesn’t like it,” her Master chided, blue eyes narrowing. Willow’s bottom lip trembled, despite herself. She was scared again, and it wasn’t the being sick and probably gonna die part that was scaring her. It was the thought of Master forgetting her all too soon when Willow-pet was finally gone. She couldn’t bear the thought of Master finding another pretty, little vamp female to replace her.



“There there,” Master suddenly soothed, realizing her pet was upset. She leaned over to caress her vampire reassuringly. “There there, darling. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”



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Tara frowned as she read this. She wondered at the coldness of Master Tara. Solicitous and caring, but still so very distant. Tara’s hand on Willow’s neck reassuringly pulled her vampire close, resting her red haired head against her shoulder. Willow sighed.





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(Willow’s fic:)



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Willow didn’t know anything anymore; since eating Xander, it felt like hours had passed, but it was probably less than that. She was feeling more and more sick and not quite ‘here’, either. She wondered why a fast acting poison hadn’t dusted her already. But when she thought about it, she realized that it was Evil Puppy’s style to find the kind of poison that would work really slow. That way, while Master’s pet suffered, Master would have to put up with watching her pet suffer too. If the Slay Two didn’t come back in time with Stupid Puppy, the vampire wondered if Master would eventually dust her Will-pet, to put her out of her misery.



Willow clung to her Master, who now reclined in bed with her naked, little, sick, shaky Will-slave in her arms.



“Hmmm mmmm,” Master hummed softly into Willow-pet’s hair, comforting her. Master Tara had the most beautiful voice in the world, Willow thought. Sometimes after sex, they held each other like this, and the post-coital cuddling was Willow’s most favorite part.



She sniffled.



“MmmmmHmmm,” Master melodiously hummed. She ran her fingers through Willow’s hair and rocked her sick pet gently in her arms. “Baaaby you’re mine,” she softly sang. “Baaaby don’t cry...”



Willow was dismayed to realize her eyes were leaking now.



“Baaaby you’re mine,” Master sang. “Sweet baby miiiine....”



“Yes,” Willow managed to say in a lost, little voice.



“Hm?” she heard Master ask, her beautiful lips on the vampire’s sweaty, icky forehead.



“Yours,” Willow-pet simply breathed.



“You’re my special one. You’re my girl,” Master Tara said softly down to her. “I’m not going to let you go.”



“Please,” Willow said, feeling her eyes leaking again. She knew at some point (soon), she was going to lose consciousness again, and instead of drifting in and out of it, like she had been for the past whatever time it’s been, this time she might not wake up.



“What is it, darling,” Master asked her softly, lifting her pet’s chin to look into her green eyes.



Willow could barely see Master. She was drifting out again.



“I......I love you,” she whispered.



She felt Master go still around her, and she couldn’t see her eyes.



“I know,” was all Willow finally heard, and everything went to blissful black.





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Tara grew still upon reading the words, but her heart hammered.



She and Willow had never....not yet, anyway. Just not yet.



When she glanced up to look at her own vampire, Willow’s face was distant and wistful, her eyes on the page. Her vampire’s lips unconsciously mouthed Willow-pet’s line:



I love you.



Tara looked down to read Master Tara’s answer again, and then scanned desperately ahead a few paragraphs.



“No,” Tara said aloud, not finding what she wanted. She didn’t see Willow flinch suddenly at the word. “No, she doesn’t say that.” A silence fell between them, and Tara did not see the shuttering of Willow’s pained face either.



“Say...what48; 48; the vampire whispered defensively, her undead heart breaking. She watched Tara get up from the bed and grab a pen from her desk. She sat down again, and Willow watched further as Tara deliberately crossed out Master Tara’s line that said: I know. Her own Tara looked directly into the vampire’s eyes.



“She wouldn’t say that. She wouldn’t do that to her Willow,” Tara insisted, watching Willow with sincere intensity. The vampire didn’t know what to think, her eyes unable to meet her girlfriend’s.



“But. She’s Master. Masters, and Mistresses....never say.....” Willow faltered.



“Doesn’t matter. She should say what’s in her heart,” Tara answered, and the corner of her mouth crept up, as she finally recognized some hope in her vampire’s fearful, green eyes.



“This is what Tara would say,” Tara gave solemnly, and she took her pen and wrote above the line she’d crossed out:



I love you too.



Willow made a sound--a small gasp--as Tara slowly held the page out for her to see. It was a solemn offering, clearly written in blue ink.



“I love you,” Tara said to her softly. “I do. I love you, Will.”



“Oh!!” Willow cried, as she suddenly crushed Tara tight to her. The manuscript squished between them. “I d-didn’t know--I love you too! I love you lots!!” the vampire realized, finally recognizing that ‘like, like, liking’ her wonderful, human girlfriend alot was Love--really.



Tara couldn’t breathe. Willow-hugs had a tendency to do that to her, but the witch was very, very happy. She held Willow as tight as she could right back.



“Oh.” Willow wiped hastily at her eyes as she held Tara close--she didn’t want her girlfriend to see what a wuss she was. “I have to r-r-rewrite the last part now.”



“Yes you do,” Tara agreed.



“I c-could add more sex too!” Willow decided, and pretended she didn’t just make a loud sniff in her nose. Stupid tears. “Because, because they love each other now!”



“Master Tara loves her sweet Will,” Tara stated firmly, stroking Willow’s slender back.



“Yes,” Willow finally agreed, feeling the affirmation swell and burst in her undead, happy heart. “Yes she doe148;148;



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(Willow’s fic:)



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“What is it, darling,” Master asked her softly, lifting her pet’s chin to look into her green eyes.



Willow could barely see Master. She was drifting out again.



“I......I love you,” she whispered.



She felt Master go starouaround her, and she couldn’t see her eyes.



“I love you too,” Willow finally heard, and though she fell into blissful black, she was suddenly so very happy.



The End.