FIC: Militat Omnis Amans (Every Lover is a Warrior) Part 11b/?

["Beckett, Kevin" <kevin.beckett@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Militat Omnis Amans (Every Lover is a Warrior) Part 11b/?
K. Beckett © 2000, with the exception of musical lyrics which are © the 
individual artists / labels.

Disclaimers:
Buffy, Willow and all of the other characters and places from the show
belong to 
Joss Whedon, WB and Mutant Enemy etal. Everyone and everything else is
mine.  
None of my characters are meant to resemble anyone living, dead or un-dead,
if 
you see yourself you are looking way too hard.

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adult
women, 
and was written in a jurisdiction where it was legal to do so. If this
offends 
you, don't read.

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The four young women headed off to the bedroom, leaving Willow's familiar
alone 
before the fire. She continued to groom, eventually ridding herself of the 
water on, and in, her fir. Arching her back in a graceful stretch she
thought, 
"stay here, or go to my human." Shadow-cat looked at the inviting fire,
with 
the soft chair pulled up before it, and made her decision by leaping up onto
the 
chair and preceded to curl up, purring, in the centre of the cushion
thinking, 
"human mating is so messy. I'll wait till they fall asleep, then take my 
rightful place on the bed."

Elsewhere in the cottage, the four young women were indeed demonstrating
that 
human mating could be messy. Willow and Buffy had fallen upon the other
two, 
like lions on a pair of wounded lambs, and had begun to thoroughly ravish
their 
friends.  

"Mmmmm," purred Buffy, as she slowly licked, and kissed, her way down
Aiofe's 
back, "fresh flesh, gota love fresh flesh."
"I'd have to agree," commented Willow, as she proceeded to lightly trail her

fingers up the inside of Bridie's leg, "its been two weeks since we've had a

chance to sample these particular delicacies."
"Too long," agreed Buffy, who proceeded to gently pry Aiofe's legs apart, so

that she could continue her trail of kisses, which were leading, inexorably,

towards her centre.  
"Damn, you are so good at this," whispered Aiofe huskily, as she tried to
retain 
some composure.
"I know," replied the slayer, "practice does make one perfect you know."
<And just who have you been practicing on now?>
<Just you my love. Well, I guess also Aiofe and Bridie here.>

Buffy reached between the other woman's legs, searching for, and finding her

pleasure button. Twirling Aiofe's clitoris between her thumb and forefinger

Buffy asked softly, "you want me to stop?"
"Goddess no," panted Aiofe, "don't you dare stop now."

Willow, who was performing similar actions on Bridie, had a thought,
<lover.>
<Yes.>
<Lets try to get them to come simultaneously.>
<Great idea! But lets prolong it as long as possible.>

Buffy and Willow then proceeded to work in concert on the other women.
Using 
their fingers, tongues and magic they began to stimulate and pleasure their 
friends. They timed every move, they brought each woman to a peak, then
paused 
allowing the anticipated climax to fade. They worked as a team for nearly
an 
hour, in perfect synchronization. It almost became a game, as Aiofe and
Bridie 
tried everything to achieve their orgasms, while Buffy and Willow did
everything 
they could to delay them. The work that Buffy and Willow were doing was 
beginning to have an expected effect on them as well. Their pulses began to

race, their skin became flush, and the sweat began to run off their bodies
as 
the clefts between their legs began to run with the juice of their
excitement.  
Finally, neither Buffy nor Willow could maintain the delicate balance,
between 
anticipation and release, any longer and the four women exploded in a mutual

orgasm, that peaked, then peaked again.

They lay on the bed, exhausted as Buffy and Willow's foetuses did a routine
of 
isometric uterine exercises, as a counterpoint of harmonic aftershocks to
the 
just concluded exertions.

"This is intense," commented Willow, noticing the vigorous exercise of her
baby.
"I'd have to agree," added Buffy, "they do seem to have enjoyed our little 
pleasure trip."

"Not as much as these two though," replied the arch-mach, motioning to the 
nearly comatose bodies of Aiofe and Bridie, "I didn't think that we would be

able to keep it up as long as we did; but, I'm so glad we did."
"So are we," agreed Aiofe, as she tried, and failed, to sit up on the bed,
"if 
it's alright by you, I think that we are going to sleep now."  

"Fine by me," answered Buffy, as she and Willow snuggled together and also
fell 
into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Moments later the door to the bedroom was nosed open, followed by the
entrance 
of Shadow-Cat, who, as she jumped up to her usual place on the bed, thought,

"now I can get some proper sleep."

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The next morning, back in the village of Morning Breeze, life was progress
as 
best it could, given the circumstances of war. Amana, Grael, Frankel and
Daithi 
were in the common room of the inn, enjoying a leisurely breakfast while
they 
attended to the few administrative chores that they were responsible for in 
Willow's absence.  

"Is that it then," asked Amana, looking around the table at the others, "are
we 
done for the day?"
"Lets just go over the list to make sure," said Grael.
"Ok," replied Daithi, "Sonya and the rest of the recent arrivals will be 
continuing their training this morning. After lunch, they will continue to
work 
on the renovations needed on the third floor." Daithi paused for a moment
then 
added, "I think that you should come and take a look at their progress this 
morning, it's been remarkable."
"Sounds good," answered Grael, "we'll do that. Meanwhile, Amana and I are
going 
to continue to work on the inventories and determining what additional
supplies 
we are going to need for the winter."
"Padrick and I will be checking out the southern pass this afternoon,"
continued 
Daithi, "to see if there has been any sign of demons."
"And I will continue interviewing the villagers, to see if they have heard
of 
any additional demon sightings from any of their relatives in any of the 
neighbouring villages," said Frankel.

"Looks like we covered everything," said Amana, "let's get to it then."

Everyone stood up from the table, to head off to their various tasks. As
she 
pushed in her chair, Amana turned to Daithi and said, "if its ok with you, I

think that we should take a look at Sonya and the rest now."
"Ok with me," replied the guards captain, "they should be just finishing up 
their warm-up exercises about now."

They left the inn, heading to a barn at the end of the complex, which had
been 
converted to a training centre for the guards. As they approached the
building, 
they could hear the sounds of steel striking steel.
"Looks like they have started on the drills already," said Daithi as he held

open the door for Amana and Grael, "I think that you will find this very 
interesting."
"Is it what you wanted to show us," asked Grael.
"In part," replied the other man, as he led them to the edge of the practice

arena that had been erected in the centre of the old post and beam
structure.

They watched the sparing, Amana and Grael in awe. In the middle of the
arena 
was one of the newcomers; Amana remembered that her name was Elizabeth. She
was 
currently facing two of Daithi's guardsmen and more than holding her own.  
Elizabeth was parrying every attack, and even managing to make an occasional

attack of her own.
"This is remarkable," commented Grael, "were they all this accomplished
before 
arriving here?"
"She's picked this up in the last two weeks," replied Daithi, "they all
have."
"Impossible," said Amana, stunned by the implications, "this level of skill 
takes months of constant practice to achieve."
"Believe, me I know that," replied Daithi, "but two weeks ago none of them
even 
knew how to hold a sword properly."
"I wish I understood this development," said Grael softly, "but I don't." 

"Do you think we should we send for Willow or Buffy," asked Amana, concerned
by 
her lover's uncertainty, "is it something that needs their immediate
attention?"
"No," replied Grael, "I don't think so. We still need them to check out the

northern passes, besides, there isn't anything overtly dangerous about Sonya
and 
the rest of them developing military skills quickly now is there?" Grael
had 
known that once Willow had found out about the mission that had been given
to 
Aiofe and Bridie that she would insist on going along, taking Buffy with
her.

"No. Not overtly," replied Daithi carefully, "but I can't help but think
that 
if they continue to develop their skills at this rate that they all will
soon be 
as capable as Buffy is. Without her magic and enhanced genetics though."

"Now that is something we will can discuss tonight with Frankel," said
Amana, 
"he is certain to have some incite on this matter. Now, however, Grael and
I 
have some inventories with our names on them, and you, I think, have some 
advanced training sessions to plan for these remarkable students."

Later that evening, after everyone else had finished their dinner and had 
retired for the evening, Amana, Grael, Daithi and Frankel met in what had
now 
been named Willow's dining room in order to discuss the remarkable
capability 
with weapons that Sonya and the other newcomers had demonstrated to Amana
and 
Grael earlier in the day. Sonya had been asked to remain behind in the
common 
room in case there was a need to question her.

"This is remarkable," said Frankel, for the tenth time since he had been 
informed of the fighting abilities of Sonya and her travelling companions.
"So you have said," replied Grael, "but that still does not answer the
questions 
of how and why."
"But that is obvious," answered Frankel, "I was certain you had already 
determined the answers to those questions this morning."
"What's obvious," said Amana, the irritation in her voice leaking through,
"and 
would you be so kind as to share it with us?"
"But," said Frankel, "its obvious that Sonya and her companions are our
world's 
slayers."
"What," asked Daithi, who was very confused, "what do you mean slayers."
"Like Buffy," replied Frankel, "these young women are our worlds slayers, or
our 
primary defence against the demons."
"But," interjected Grael, "it was my understanding that there was a
'Watcher's 
Council' or something to train the slayer, and that there was only one
slayer at 
a time."
"That was my understanding as well," agreed the sage, "but if you stop to
think 
about it, it doesn't make all that much sense."
"Say again," said Amana, who was also beginning to become a little confused.

"Lets look at what Buffy has told us," continued Frankel, launching into 
instructor mode, "first, there is this counsel, made up of a large number of

people, who are responsible for training and watching the slayer, yes."
"That is my understanding," said Grael.
"Ok, then," said Frankel, "then why do they have such a large number of 
watchers, if there is only one slayer? Second, what are the rest of the
counsel 
members doing, if they are not required to train slayers? I know Buffy told
us 
about the maintenance of libraries and researching prophecies, but how many 
people do you think that could take? Third, do you really think that only
one 
slayer would be sufficient to handle the demon problem on any world, even
one 
such as Buffy's with its limited infestation?"

"Good questions, all of them," said Daithi, "do you have any theories, or 
answers?"
"Nothing concrete," replied the sage, "but I have a couple of ideas. First,
I 
think that there are a number of slayers on every world, however, for some 
reason, on Buffy's world, each is told that they are the only one. Second,
we 
have circumstantial evidence that Buffy's genetic makeup was altered before
she 
was born, leading me to think that this counsel is involved in some greater 
game."

"So what do we do," asked Amana, "after all, they are on another world, and
we 
are here."

"Well," replied the older man, "I will want to discuss this some more with
both 
Buffy and Willow once they return. I'm convinced it is important, but maybe

only when they return to their home world. Maybe my insights will help them

deal with whatever problems they will have once they return."

"That will have to wait until they return," replied Amana, "and until we
have 
solved our own little problems with demons."

"Now, lets get back to our current situation," said Grael, "and lets get
Sonya 
in here for a few questions before we wrap things up for the night."

Daithi left the small room and returned a moment latter with Sonya. Sonya
was 
visibly nervous to have been called before so many of her elders, but tried
her 
best to hide her fear.
"Yes lady, and lords," she said, after she had been gestured to sit in a
free 
chair before the fireplace, "what may I do to assist you?"
"Its ok child," said Frankel reassuringly, "you've done nothing wrong. We
only 
need you to answer a few questions."
"Ok," replied the young woman carefully.

"We would like to talk about the remarkable skill that you, and your
travelling 
companions, have shown with weapons," said Amana, initiating the
conversation, 
"you have told Daithi that before you arrived here you had never used a
sword 
before in your life, is that correct?"
"Yes lady," replied Sonya softly.
"You may call me Amana dear," replied the other woman, "now do you have any
idea 
why you have gained your skills so rapidly?"
"Well, Amana," replied Sonya, "me and the other girls have discussed this,
at 
least a little bit."
"And?"
"Well, its like everything we are doing is natural. Daithi or the other 
guardsmen only have to explain something once, and it's as if we have always

known about it. Our bodies just seem to move in the right way, after we are

shown a skill, then it's as if we always knew how."
"Can you think of any reason why this is so," asked Grael.
"No lord," replied the younger woman, "as best I can figure, all of us are
from 
farming or crafter families. None of my brothers, or my father, was ever in
the 
military."
"We know that you knew none of the other girls before you met them down the 
mountain," said Amana, "is that true for the others?"
"Yes, Amana," answered the younger woman, "and as you know, we've come from
all 
parts of the country."

"Interesting," said the sage, as he stroked his long beard, "almost as if
there 
continues to be some sort of Devine assistance going on here."
"That speculation can wait a week or so until Buffy and Willow return," said

Grael, "this is a development that Willow will have to address, so I think
that 
we should table this discussion till they return. Now, lets us all head off
for 
the baths and bed."

There was a consensus that Grael's idea was excellent, and the group all
headed 
off for passage leading from the inn to the bath complex.