30 Day Challenge: Day 14 (Willow/Tara)
Title: Day 14 (Orgasm Denial)
Word Count:1104
Warnings:blood play
Summary:Tara brings magic into the bedroom.
"Magic?" Willow asked when she opened the door. Tara had out their ritual book and a box of supplies. The piece of canvas with a circle painted on it was partially unfolded and Tara was staring intensely at something in her Book of Shadows. "I thought tonight was a, you know, a different kind of magical night."
"Yeah? Oh, right." Tara closed her book. "It's still our sex night." She blushed at the word, but when they planned their activities, it went better. They could get their homework done ahead of time and once something was scheduled, it was easier to actually get it done. "I want to try something new."
"Okay." Willow put her bag down and put together her shower kit. "Showers first?"
"Uh-," they usually bathed before rituals and they sometimes showered before sex. "Yeah, you shower and come back here. I need to get this down first."
"Be back soon." Willow kissed Tara's cheek before leaving for her shower. She returned damp, her hair dripping down and her body wrapped in a large, soft towel. "Are you ready?"
Tara had set out their circle and placed the circles around it. Two of them, air and water, were already lit and there was a covered tray set out next to the rest of their ritual tools.
"Do you trust me?" Tara asked. She was wearing one of the loose robes they'd gotten for group rituals. For most of their magical experiences, Willow and Tara choose to be Skyclad.
"Yes." Willow said and she tossed her towel over to the bed. "With my life."
"Come here." Tara beckoned Willow into the circle. "Kneel down." Willow knelt and Tara copied her. "Sit back." Tara pressed on her shoulders and coaxed Willow out until she was propped up on her elbows, her breasts rising with every breath she took.
Tara lit the last three candles and whispered the blessings and prayers to the elements so quietly Willow couldn't make out the individual words.
"Do you trust me?" Tara asked again.
Willow nodded and tipped her head back, she swallowed and her throat moved. "With my life." At least this was familiar, they'd never combined magic and sex before, but once they'd shared energies and Tara had asked Willow every question three times.
"Close your eyes." Tara whispered and her fingers drifted over Willow's eyelids, pulling them slowly shut.
Willow listened to the hissing of the burning candles and the rustle of cloth. Something cold touched her thigh and she spread her legs. The cold liquid spread between them and she could feel something plastically and wet tracing her inner thighs and over the folds of her sex and small mound above it.
"Do you trust me?" Tara whispered."
"With everything I have." Willow whispered back.
"Don't move." Tara's voice gained volume and strength. The cold plastic retreated and something hard and sharp pressed a long thin line across Willow's thigh.
Willow inhaled sharply. The pain increased when the implement was lifted off her skin.
"Should I stop?" Tara asked.
"No." Willow kept her eyes closed and opened her legs more. "Continue."
There were six more stroked, she could feel something else wet down there now, probably blood. Willow took deep breaths through the pain and let her trust in Tara carry her though whatever was going on.
"You can open your eyes."
Tara was kneeling between her legs. Her robe was gone and there was a pattern of dripping red lines carved across her stomach and reaching down to curl across the outer folds of her sex and down around and up. Willow wondered if Tara had carved them herself and how difficult such at thing would have been.
"You can look." Tara urged her and Willow looked down between her own legs. The pattern was not as complex as the one on Tara. There were seven cuts, all of them straight and intersecting in a design that
Willow didn't recognize. They spelled out something, she knew the pattern of the lines, it was a language from a book, she just didn't remember which one. The cuts weren't as old as Tara's and the last of them still bled freely, the blood dripping down between her legs and staining the canvas beneath her.
"What it is?" Willow asked. She touched the first cut and hissed as her touch pulled the skin apart and stung as the air hit it.
"Something special." Tara kissed her and as they moved closer together, their blood mixed. Fingers stroked between their bodies and their kisses grew more passionate. Willow slipped one of her legs between Tara's and they worked hard against each other.
"Something is wrong." Willow ground out the words as she rutted against Tara's knee.
"Huh?" Tara gasped back, her hips were pumping up and down as her clit bumped against Willow's thigh with every down stroke.
"I can't come!" Willow rubbed furiously against Tara. "I can feel it, it's there." She threw her head back and Tara bit her neck, hard. "Why? What's wrong?!"
"Hmm." Tara pulled back and left her knee pressed hard against Willow's clit. "You can't."
"Why the hell not?" Willow pushed against Tara's knee with everything she had, but the simulation on her clit wasn't enough, not today.
"It's the spell." Tara whispered and she smiled. "You can't come. Not for three days."
"Why?" Willow's grinding and rubbing stopped. "Why would you do that? It's not fair! That's wrong." She moaned the last word and pushed against Tara a last time.
"In three days it will all be worth it." Tara lifted her knee and squirmed back until she could put her face in Willow's sex and as she spoke, each breath puffed against Willow's already engorged clit.
"What happens in three days?" Willow asked. She shuddered as Tara's tongue licked her and probed at the opening beneath her clit.
"It comes to you all at once." Tara slipped one of her fingers inside Willow and left it there, just twitching inside the tight passage every so often as she thumb stroked over Willow's clit.
"Three days worth?"
"Yes." Tara kept her finger movement careful and small, not too much, she wasn't Willow here with her, not lost in her arousal and chasing her happy ending.
"We should be in private."
"Yeah?" Tara let her head rest on Willow's thigh and switched hands, her right was starting to cramp up.
"Yeah, I like this. Adding in the magic-"
"Willow?"
"Yeah?"
"Shh. I'm going to drive you crazy." Tara opened her mouth and added her tongue to the efforts of her fingers.
Word Count:1104
Warnings:blood play
Summary:Tara brings magic into the bedroom.
"Magic?" Willow asked when she opened the door. Tara had out their ritual book and a box of supplies. The piece of canvas with a circle painted on it was partially unfolded and Tara was staring intensely at something in her Book of Shadows. "I thought tonight was a, you know, a different kind of magical night."
"Yeah? Oh, right." Tara closed her book. "It's still our sex night." She blushed at the word, but when they planned their activities, it went better. They could get their homework done ahead of time and once something was scheduled, it was easier to actually get it done. "I want to try something new."
"Okay." Willow put her bag down and put together her shower kit. "Showers first?"
"Uh-," they usually bathed before rituals and they sometimes showered before sex. "Yeah, you shower and come back here. I need to get this down first."
"Be back soon." Willow kissed Tara's cheek before leaving for her shower. She returned damp, her hair dripping down and her body wrapped in a large, soft towel. "Are you ready?"
Tara had set out their circle and placed the circles around it. Two of them, air and water, were already lit and there was a covered tray set out next to the rest of their ritual tools.
"Do you trust me?" Tara asked. She was wearing one of the loose robes they'd gotten for group rituals. For most of their magical experiences, Willow and Tara choose to be Skyclad.
"Yes." Willow said and she tossed her towel over to the bed. "With my life."
"Come here." Tara beckoned Willow into the circle. "Kneel down." Willow knelt and Tara copied her. "Sit back." Tara pressed on her shoulders and coaxed Willow out until she was propped up on her elbows, her breasts rising with every breath she took.
Tara lit the last three candles and whispered the blessings and prayers to the elements so quietly Willow couldn't make out the individual words.
"Do you trust me?" Tara asked again.
Willow nodded and tipped her head back, she swallowed and her throat moved. "With my life." At least this was familiar, they'd never combined magic and sex before, but once they'd shared energies and Tara had asked Willow every question three times.
"Close your eyes." Tara whispered and her fingers drifted over Willow's eyelids, pulling them slowly shut.
Willow listened to the hissing of the burning candles and the rustle of cloth. Something cold touched her thigh and she spread her legs. The cold liquid spread between them and she could feel something plastically and wet tracing her inner thighs and over the folds of her sex and small mound above it.
"Do you trust me?" Tara whispered."
"With everything I have." Willow whispered back.
"Don't move." Tara's voice gained volume and strength. The cold plastic retreated and something hard and sharp pressed a long thin line across Willow's thigh.
Willow inhaled sharply. The pain increased when the implement was lifted off her skin.
"Should I stop?" Tara asked.
"No." Willow kept her eyes closed and opened her legs more. "Continue."
There were six more stroked, she could feel something else wet down there now, probably blood. Willow took deep breaths through the pain and let her trust in Tara carry her though whatever was going on.
"You can open your eyes."
Tara was kneeling between her legs. Her robe was gone and there was a pattern of dripping red lines carved across her stomach and reaching down to curl across the outer folds of her sex and down around and up. Willow wondered if Tara had carved them herself and how difficult such at thing would have been.
"You can look." Tara urged her and Willow looked down between her own legs. The pattern was not as complex as the one on Tara. There were seven cuts, all of them straight and intersecting in a design that
Willow didn't recognize. They spelled out something, she knew the pattern of the lines, it was a language from a book, she just didn't remember which one. The cuts weren't as old as Tara's and the last of them still bled freely, the blood dripping down between her legs and staining the canvas beneath her.
"What it is?" Willow asked. She touched the first cut and hissed as her touch pulled the skin apart and stung as the air hit it.
"Something special." Tara kissed her and as they moved closer together, their blood mixed. Fingers stroked between their bodies and their kisses grew more passionate. Willow slipped one of her legs between Tara's and they worked hard against each other.
"Something is wrong." Willow ground out the words as she rutted against Tara's knee.
"Huh?" Tara gasped back, her hips were pumping up and down as her clit bumped against Willow's thigh with every down stroke.
"I can't come!" Willow rubbed furiously against Tara. "I can feel it, it's there." She threw her head back and Tara bit her neck, hard. "Why? What's wrong?!"
"Hmm." Tara pulled back and left her knee pressed hard against Willow's clit. "You can't."
"Why the hell not?" Willow pushed against Tara's knee with everything she had, but the simulation on her clit wasn't enough, not today.
"It's the spell." Tara whispered and she smiled. "You can't come. Not for three days."
"Why?" Willow's grinding and rubbing stopped. "Why would you do that? It's not fair! That's wrong." She moaned the last word and pushed against Tara a last time.
"In three days it will all be worth it." Tara lifted her knee and squirmed back until she could put her face in Willow's sex and as she spoke, each breath puffed against Willow's already engorged clit.
"What happens in three days?" Willow asked. She shuddered as Tara's tongue licked her and probed at the opening beneath her clit.
"It comes to you all at once." Tara slipped one of her fingers inside Willow and left it there, just twitching inside the tight passage every so often as she thumb stroked over Willow's clit.
"Three days worth?"
"Yes." Tara kept her finger movement careful and small, not too much, she wasn't Willow here with her, not lost in her arousal and chasing her happy ending.
"We should be in private."
"Yeah?" Tara let her head rest on Willow's thigh and switched hands, her right was starting to cramp up.
"Yeah, I like this. Adding in the magic-"
"Willow?"
"Yeah?"
"Shh. I'm going to drive you crazy." Tara opened her mouth and added her tongue to the efforts of her fingers.