Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 2

Kennedy's expertise as a lover, which was due in part to her being a woman and in part to her love of Willow and her desire to pleasure the witch and, perhaps, in part, again, to her tireless stamina as a vampire Slayer, was undeniable, Willow thought. Her body responded thoroughly to the attentions Kennedy bestowed upon her. Her breath came fast, her nerves quivered, her muscles tightened, her heart quickened, and her pussy flooded itself with the fluids of her rising passion.

Before Kennedy, there had been Tara, and, before Tara, Oz. Willow had had lovers of both sexes. Before she'd discovered her true nature as a lesbian, she'd believed-or maybe assumed was more like it-that she was straight, and she'd made love with her boyfriend, actually reaching orgasms. She hadn't loved Oz, though, despite her belief that she'd loved him. He was kind and tender and loving toward her, as she'd been toward him, and, in her naïveté, she'd believed that she'd loved him. She might even have been relatively happy with him, for, despite his being a werewolf three nights running each month, Oz was a good, decent guy the other 27 or 28 days. He'd broken off their romance, not her. He'd been unable to control his transformations into the beast, and he was afraid that, one night, he might hurt her. He might kill her. Instead, he'd roamed the world, and he'd found a cure, or so he'd thought.

He'd returned to Sunnydale, but, by then, Willow had met Tara. Willow had fallen in love with her fellow witch. They'd become lovers. Oz had sensed their closeness, smelling Willow's scent on Tara. Transforming into his animal state, he'd have killed Tara if it hadn't been for the timely arrival of the cavalry, in the form of the Initiative, the elite military force that assisted scientists who, secretly, were investigating the vampires and the other "subhumans," as they called the demons and monsters that roamed Sunnydale by night (and, less often, by day).

Kennedy's tongue, lapping at her twat, brought Willow out of her reverie, as the intensity of the passion building within her reached a culmination.