Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 2

The witch's thighs flexed, acting as scissors against Kennedy's cheeks as they squeezed and released her head rapidly, again and again, and Willow's hips buck, her small breasts jiggling. Both her nipples and her clitoris were hard points. Internally, her body also reacted to the onset of orgasm. Her breath came fast, her heart pounded, her every nerve thrilled with excitement, and her muscles strained and jerked. Her cunt was a river in which Kennedy would gladly have drowned.

Even in the throes of orgasm, however, the ever-analytical Willow couldn't repress her thoughts entirely, and, lately, despite the beauty and devotion of her paramour, the witch's thoughts had been dark and gloomy, indeed. No matter the combination of personalities, bodies, and genitals, whether heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, or the combination of possibilities in group sex, it seemed that Willow was alone, that she was destined to live apart from others, to be always and forever by herself. In high school and college, she'd been a pariah, an outcast, and a recluse, accepted only by her fellow outcasts, the Scoobies, but being an outsider to society hadn't bothered her-well, not as much as it did now that Tara, murdered, had been taken from her-for no one, not even Kennedy, could ever replace Tara and the love that she and Willow had shared before her fellow witch's untimely demise at the hands or, more specifically, the guns, of the hated Troika. Not ever Willow's skinning the murderer alive had been vengeance enough; there could never be just compensation for the ugly murder of someone as sweet, intelligent, and gifted as the beautiful young woman with whom Willow had shared her life, her love, and her soul.

Neither heterosexual, homosexual, nor bisexual love could fill the enormous, aching void that Willow had become. She sneered inwardly, as she thought that maybe being a hermaphrodite or a transsexual might do so. No, not even if she had both male and female genitals and characteristics would Willow be able to be all things to all people, including herself. Buffy's recent incarnation as a shemale vampire Slayer had demonstrated that. If such balms existed, they didn't come from sex and gender; if they existed at all, they must come from love and, it seemed, from a greater love than mere mortals could offer.