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still_grrrTitle Threesome Threeways II: Learning to Be Flexible (the God King Timeslip Remix)
Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating R
Word Count c600
Prompt 159 – free for all love-fest
Characters/Pairing (if any) Giles/Spike/Illyria
A/N: Long story, quickly. It was remix season. I got carried away. This fic is an alternate (Illyria) POV of my own (NC17) fic Learning to be Flexible. There is a second (PG13) remix in Spike’s POV The From A Distance Remix
I dislike confinement. I have complained of this before. I am trapped on this plane, on this planet. And currently in the trunk of Spike’s car.
This displeases me. Yet I comply for the present.
I am tired of gawpers.
The scent of the heather reaches me through the diesel fumes. It is heady. The green is purple here, and hums without sound. This cannot be. Yet it is.
*
I am in a stronghold of heroes once more. It makes me remember. But is different.
These heroes are small and female, yet almost as strong as I in my new feeble self.
There is a new Wesley. He is not Wesley. He is not my guide. He is a Watcher not a guide. I will remember these facts.
He is not unbearable. The shell had no feelings for this one. He causes me no grief.
I have no guide. I am aimless. A thing without purpose is no thing. I am nothing.
*
This castle is filled with youth. I am beyond age. Yet I am aged. I am unfamiliar with femininity. I do not understand why lips must be sticky and taste of acrylic and false cherries.
They laugh at me. They are weaker than I.
Beating them gives me some small pleasure and purpose. It is enough for now.
*
The Watcher Who Is Not Wesley informs me that uisge beatha means water of life. It silences the hum of the heather and allows me to be still.
I do not believe the liquid to be water.
*
I have some fondness for the vampire. He is all that remains of Before. Yet he is unsatisfactory. Spike will not mate with me. I do not understand his reasoning. He is no coward, yet he professes fear of my strength.
I wish to be touched.
I believe that Spike wishes to be touched.
I believe that Not-Wesley...
Not-Wesley is named Giles.
I believe that Giles also wishes to be touched.
*
Giles has an extensive library. I doubt that all the works are used to train Slayers.
Some are hidden, and illustrated. These are the more intriguing ones. I study them carefully. I believe I have identified the solution to Spike’s cowardice.
The images disturb me. I wish to be touched soon.
*
It is many aeons since I was satisfied. Since my hordes of pleasure-slaves filled my orifices – for I had many. Since I took my every dark pleasure for months at a time, without heed for the preferences of others.
This body is puny. Yet it has needs.
I watch the Watcher. I watch Spike. I want them inside my body.
*
The vampire talks of mating yet again. The Watcher turns pink and fails to conceal his agreement. My hour has come.
Both feign reluctance, but I overbear them. I am now woman. I have her power. We will mate.
I have won. It is clear. The Watcher has his hands on me. There is electricity within me. I suspect his mouth would bring more.
There will be time for that later.
Not-Wesley-Giles is enamoured of the vampire. The spectacle pleases me. Their nakedness is exquisite. The human form is not divine, but these specimens have some nobility.
Touching is a superior pastime.
*
I am penetrated. It is glorious. The rhythm is better than green.
The Watcher’s fingers have magic in them. I miss them when they leave me for the vampire. Yet the progression is equally rich. Spike gasps as we move as three-in-one. His tremors are an earthquake within me.
I-...I-... I am not-
I cannot-
I am power again I am uncontrolled I cannot wait I-
Oh
Oh
Oh...
Two minutes and fourteen seconds have passed. I am returned to me. We are returned to us.
The vampire and the Watcher are pleased also. We will repeat the exercise.
The permutations are manifold.
We will explore them all.
This pleases me.
***
Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating R
Word Count c600
Prompt 159 – free for all love-fest
Characters/Pairing (if any) Giles/Spike/Illyria
A/N: Long story, quickly. It was remix season. I got carried away. This fic is an alternate (Illyria) POV of my own (NC17) fic Learning to be Flexible. There is a second (PG13) remix in Spike’s POV The From A Distance Remix
I dislike confinement. I have complained of this before. I am trapped on this plane, on this planet. And currently in the trunk of Spike’s car.
This displeases me. Yet I comply for the present.
I am tired of gawpers.
The scent of the heather reaches me through the diesel fumes. It is heady. The green is purple here, and hums without sound. This cannot be. Yet it is.
*
I am in a stronghold of heroes once more. It makes me remember. But is different.
These heroes are small and female, yet almost as strong as I in my new feeble self.
There is a new Wesley. He is not Wesley. He is not my guide. He is a Watcher not a guide. I will remember these facts.
He is not unbearable. The shell had no feelings for this one. He causes me no grief.
I have no guide. I am aimless. A thing without purpose is no thing. I am nothing.
*
This castle is filled with youth. I am beyond age. Yet I am aged. I am unfamiliar with femininity. I do not understand why lips must be sticky and taste of acrylic and false cherries.
They laugh at me. They are weaker than I.
Beating them gives me some small pleasure and purpose. It is enough for now.
*
The Watcher Who Is Not Wesley informs me that uisge beatha means water of life. It silences the hum of the heather and allows me to be still.
I do not believe the liquid to be water.
*
I have some fondness for the vampire. He is all that remains of Before. Yet he is unsatisfactory. Spike will not mate with me. I do not understand his reasoning. He is no coward, yet he professes fear of my strength.
I wish to be touched.
I believe that Spike wishes to be touched.
I believe that Not-Wesley...
Not-Wesley is named Giles.
I believe that Giles also wishes to be touched.
*
Giles has an extensive library. I doubt that all the works are used to train Slayers.
Some are hidden, and illustrated. These are the more intriguing ones. I study them carefully. I believe I have identified the solution to Spike’s cowardice.
The images disturb me. I wish to be touched soon.
*
It is many aeons since I was satisfied. Since my hordes of pleasure-slaves filled my orifices – for I had many. Since I took my every dark pleasure for months at a time, without heed for the preferences of others.
This body is puny. Yet it has needs.
I watch the Watcher. I watch Spike. I want them inside my body.
*
The vampire talks of mating yet again. The Watcher turns pink and fails to conceal his agreement. My hour has come.
Both feign reluctance, but I overbear them. I am now woman. I have her power. We will mate.
I have won. It is clear. The Watcher has his hands on me. There is electricity within me. I suspect his mouth would bring more.
There will be time for that later.
Not-Wesley-Giles is enamoured of the vampire. The spectacle pleases me. Their nakedness is exquisite. The human form is not divine, but these specimens have some nobility.
Touching is a superior pastime.
*
I am penetrated. It is glorious. The rhythm is better than green.
The Watcher’s fingers have magic in them. I miss them when they leave me for the vampire. Yet the progression is equally rich. Spike gasps as we move as three-in-one. His tremors are an earthquake within me.
I-...I-... I am not-
I cannot-
I am power again I am uncontrolled I cannot wait I-
Oh
Oh
Oh...
Two minutes and fourteen seconds have passed. I am returned to me. We are returned to us.
The vampire and the Watcher are pleased also. We will repeat the exercise.
The permutations are manifold.
We will explore them all.
This pleases me.
***
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