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Half an hour later, they had entered a local club that both Willow and Buffy insisted on visiting. Apparently, it was relatively new, and they wanted to try instead of a place called Bronze, which was their usual haunt.

He was happy to follow their directive.

After all, he was already happy enough with the situation. Their formation to enter was fun. He was on the right side, and Buffy on the left, sandwiching Willow between them. It was his idea, but Buffy played along happily, still wanting to make Willow pay for being naughty.

Though, he had to admit, Willow actually needed bodyguards. She eventually settled on a green dress, which not only had a nice cleavage but also showed most of her thighs.

Just like that, the self-identified nerd was gone, replaced by a bombshell.

She also wore stilettos, on which she was nowhere as comfortable on, stumbling occasionally, but it didn’t matter. His arm was around her waist, making sure she wouldn’t stumble.

Buffy was ready to help … with extra. She reacted to Willow watching them well, and he was ready to see how far they were willing to go.

They moved to the dance floor directly. Entering the club had been easy, he didn’t even need to tip the bouncers.

Having two sexy ladies with him was bribe enough for a new club.

Buffy took one of Willow's hands and one of his. “Alright, operation make-Willow-feel-like-a-goddess starts now. The rules are as follows. No self-deprecating comments, no checking the door for any asshole that shall remain nameless, and everyone has to actually dance properly.”

"I don't know how to dance like I mean it," Willow whimpered, already panicking, despite her excitement.

"Don’t worry, we’ll teach you," Buffy said as she stood in front of Willow, her hands on Willow’s waist, helping her.

He stood next to them, paying equal attention to both to start. Meanwhile, he looked around, identifying the possible assholes that might ruin their night. He wouldn’t have cared that much if he was out with Buffy only, because Buffy wouldn’t let an errant comment ruin her confidence.

That didn’t even touch the fact that she could probably demolish any idiot even better than he could.

Willow’s self-confidence was too fragile yet.

Luckily, the first sweep kept the situation clean. He noticed a few douches, but he made eye contact with them one by one. Luckily, they were smart enough to get the message, so he focused on dancing as well.

It was fun. He started sliding between the two with easy showmanship, glad that acrobatics enhanced his otherwise terrible sense of rhythm, which allowed him to focus less on his steps, and more on the two beauties he was dancing with.

Willow was slowly warming up, and meanwhile, Buffy was enjoying the moment, her attention splitting between the two. The three of them found their rhythm, close enough to be a unit, loose enough that nobody had to worry about where their hands were wandering that much.

He landed a hand on Buffy’s ass, her soft dress not enough to hide her perfectly toned ass, though his hand still stayed on the small of Willow’s back … until Buffy noticed, and with a smirk, pushed down, giving him the permission.

Technically, a bit late, but it was better late than never.

But, the real fun started when he shifted his location, breaking the balance. He moved behind Buffy first, his hands exploring her body even more aggressively. He would have used Tantric to bring her to a horny state, but that proved to be wholly unnecessary. Instead, he dipped her head high, stealing a searing kiss.

“It’s Willow’s turn,” Buffy whispered, giving him permission to take the next step, which was new. He hadn’t kissed her, after all.

He had a different idea. “Yes, and you will,” he whispered back. Her eyes widened. “It’s college life. Loosen a bit.” With that delivered, he moved behind Willow, caught her chin, kissed her just enough to leave her breathless. And, before she could say anything, Buffy kissed her as well.

His plan was to start teasing Willow to make her more accepting, as he expected her to be shocked. However, one advantage of Tantric was that he was able to read physical reactions quite well while touching. Willow felt arousal … confusion … and more arousal.

A lot more.

She probably had an awakening, he realized. He did take over from Buffy immediately, kissing Willow once more. Her reaction was still intense, enough to calm down her confusion a bit.

An interesting development, one that made the next step of his little plan far easier. He had been betting on pushing both Buffy and Willow, and he expected Willow to be the more challenging one. It looked Willow wouldn’t need that much of a push.

He didn’t continue kissing her, however, because he noticed an unwelcome sight. Mister fake Buffy Summers himself, at the other end of the bar, looking at them furiously.

His name was probably Parker, now that he thought about it.

He didn’t fear him, but Buffy still believed that he did. And, Sam was too shameless to miss the chance for an easy win.

He shifted again, and whispered into Buffy’s ear. “Give me a second, beautiful. Keep Willow entertained,” he said. Then, he moved, acting as if he were being stealthy, but making sure he was noticed by Buffy.

He found the manager.

“I have two hundred dollars for your name, if you find an excuse to kick that guy while raising a small commotion,” he said.

With everything arranged, he returned to their side, with Buffy dancing happily, and Willow trying to follow her pace, dazed. When he arrived at their side, he twirled Willow, and took over leading, with Buffy moving to his side. “I saw what you did,” she said, their proximity allowing them to speak.

Naturally, that didn’t mean they were neglecting Willow.

Not when Willow had turned her back against him, pressing against his bulge, rocking her hips with pure determination, and very obvious lack of rhythm. She was truly a terrible dancer, but her ass was enough that it didn’t matter.

“Good,” he responded, without any shame.

“I would have thought you wanted to fight Buffy,” she said. “Why the sudden change?”

He would have been weirded by her questions or her obvious investment if he still was under that misunderstanding. “I want to fight him. I’m curious about this legendary guy that can destroy vampires for breakfast, scaring people with a whisper of his name.”

Her expression turned even weirder. “Does he?” she said.

It took all he had to hide his smirk. “Yep. At the diner, I have seen a fully grown man drop his plate and run away when someone else said Buffy. He’s one scary man,” he teased, amused by her grimace. Her face alone was worth continuing with the little charade. “Interesting reputation, and I do want to test myself against him, eventually.”

“Oh, really?”

I did hear a few rumors, even calling himself the Slayer. A tacky name.”

“Tacky,” she said, but her amusement was impossible to hide.

“Certainly,” he responded, biting his lip to stop his laughter. “I would have said a wannabe metal band, but I think there’s already one called that. Not a big fan.”

“Of Buffy?”

“Of metal. I’m more of a punk guy. Give me Varukers and Charged G.B.H. any day. Well, that and the Spice Girls,” he responded.

She giggled, but stayed focused. “If you want to fight him, why bribe the bouncers to kick him out?”

He hummed, amused by her little test. He decided to earn more brownie points. “Because he’s not as important as you,” he said. “Do you think I would ruin our night just to have an interesting fight to assuage my pride?”

That seemed to surprise her. “I don’t know. You’re a boxer. I was afraid… And what if he’s stronger than you?”

“Then I got defeated, train enough before returning to kick his ass,” he responded. “The world is filled with people stronger than me. I’m not a child. I can handle it.”

Her eyes widened at that, then softening. Her already pretty eyes looked even more beautiful, and he realized she was afraid of his reaction once she revealed her true abilities. He was always happy to reap the rewards even if he hadn’t planned, so he gave her a quick kiss.

To his surprise, she stuck to the topic. “Why obsess with Buffy, then? Just because of the legend of … his?”

“No, because he’s bothering you,” he responded. “And, I won’t let anyone upset you.”

That made her eyes widen with intense surprise. “How did you come to that conclusion?” she asked.

“Whenever I say the name Buffy around you, you react,” he said. “It’s not a good reaction, like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don’t like that look on your face. And if I can fix it by beating some kind of super vampire hunter, I’m willing to risk broken bones.”

That made her eyes widen. “You would? For me?”

“Of course,” he said. “You’re important to me,” he added. Another truth. He didn’t know her for a long time, but he was fond of her. They fought together … and did more stuff. It was easy to get closer like that.

Her expression shifted once more. She grabbed his collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn’t the most passionate kiss they ever shared, but it was somehow the most intense.

Romantic, even.

Well, as romantic as it could be when they were on the dance floor, and her best friend was still rubbing against him with growing desperation. He hummed, doing his best to respond to her kiss while keeping Willow entertained.

“Alright, that’s enough dancing,” Buffy declared after a while, and started walking away. He followed, dragging Willow with him.

“But—“ Willow whimpered, missing what happened.

“Trust me, sexy,” he whispered, squeezing her cute ass to encourage her. “We’re just changing location.”

Luckily, the club wasn’t too far away from the dorms, and the roads were empty, allowing him to drive fast. Dangerously fast, but he couldn’t help it. Soon, they were in their dorm room.

Buffy walked directly to her wardrobe, and picked something from underneath, still in its bag. “Wills, keep him entertained while waiting for me,” she said and walked to the bathroom.

Well, that confirmed how the night was going to end. Before Buffy’s sudden flip, he wasn’t actually that hopeful about reaching the ultimate end tonight, expecting it to happen during a future visit. Not Willow, who was fully ready, but Buffy, who he expected to pull back at the last moment.

He probably could have seduced her into ignoring those worries, but those would return the next day, potentially ruining things forever.

Apparently, his earlier declaration seemed to be enough.

He looked at Willow, already having a good idea what his reward would be. “You heard the lady, Willow. You’re going to entertain me while she’s getting ready,” he ordered.

Her reaction to that was beautiful, especially after everything they had done. “E-Entertain, me? S-should I dance or something?” she stammered, somehow still shy.

“Good idea. How about a lap dance?” he invited as he pulled her toward him, and she stood between his legs.

Her whimper was cute. “I don’t know how,” she said.

“I’ll teach you, don’t worry,” he responded, knowing it would work. Willow and Hermione shared too many similarities between them to not work.

“Fine, then,” she said with a trembling whisper, but already more confident.

“Good,” he said, unzipping her dress. “First, let’s get rid of the dress. We don’t want Anne to complain about ruffled fabric, right?”

“Y-yeah, A-Anne can be obsessed about her wardrobe,” Willow said as she let the dress slide down, turning her back to him. She had no bra because the dress didn’t allow it, and her tiny panties, worn for the occasion, did a poor job of hiding her wetness.

She carefully put the dress at the back of a chair, still somewhat unbalanced wearing her stilettos, but when she walked back, her arms were around her chest, hiding her breasts.

He didn’t tease her about it, more interested in her expression, split between desire and hesitation. He curled his finger, and she obediently followed.

“Arms down,” he ordered when she finally stood in front of him. “You are a beautiful woman. You don’t need to hide yourself.”

Willow’s ears went scarlet, but she obeyed, showing her assets, her nipples already rock hard from the extended foreplay at the club. He let her stand there, wearing just her panties and her borrowed heels, ready for everything.

He could have turned her into a toy that followed her every whim obediently. Just a few words that would undercut her already self-esteem, followed by a few sweet nothings. After today, she was that vulnerable.

But, that was just an errant thought. Instead, he caressed her cheek. “Tell me, Willow, how do you feel?”

“Weird,” she whispered.

“How about beautiful and alluring, able to do anything you want,” he responded.

She shivered. “I’m a nerd. I mean … you helped me to feel like a princess for a night, but soon, it’ll be midnight, and then, it’s pumpkin time…”

He caressed her cheek again, then let his hand move down. Her words made him realize that her insecurity about her looks was even worse than he had first assumed. Luckily, that was one thing he could address easily. “Oh, princess,” he said as he grabbed her hips, pulling her to his lap, face to face. “It’s already past midnight, and your fancy dress is long gone.”

Her eyes widened, and she kissed him, hard. It was not the first kiss they shared by a long margin, but it was the first kiss she took real initiative. He let her take command, and her hips started rocking.

It was not a sexy, controlled movement. It was clumsy yet enthusiastic, which felt amazing enough, especially once he managed to kick his jeans away, which had been a challenge without interrupting their lap dance.

His hands settled on her waist. He didn’t want to caress her body, because watching her take the lead in her clumsy way was just as fun.

When she pulled back from the kiss, she was panting. “H-how did I do?” she whispered.

“It was an excellent start, but try to roll your hips more,” he murmured against her ear. She shuffled, already wilting. “I mean, that’s the only way I can last before Anne returns,” he added.

He realized that just because they were both studious, he couldn’t use the same approach he used on Hermione, who was obsessed with self-improvement. At least not before her deep insecurities settle.

He kissed her again, but grabbed her hips, directing her pacing, which worked much better than verbal directions.

“I feel amazing,” she moaned when he pulled back from the kiss, teasing the hinge of her jaw before going down to her neck. Interestingly, she didn’t show the same hesitation Anne did for necking.

She rolled her hips, their underwear doing very little to limit the sensations. He had to use Tantric just to keep her from climaxing, but he decided it would be unfair to Anne. She asked him to warm Willow up. Overheated was fine, but completely spent was not.

“You’re doing wonderfully, Willow,” he whispered. Her hips picked up speed, getting sloppier but more passionate. It was a happy exchange. “You’re such a naughty little witch.”

“Yes, I am,” she whispered.

He decided to try another trick. “Alright, tell me how Wiccan magic works,” he whispered.

“Right now?” she said, but her voice was more excited than weirded out. That was not a surprise. She was really, really enthusiastic about magic.

“Don’t tell me you can’t multitask, Willow. Show me the powers of a nerdy witch,” he teased.

Her smirk turned vicious, which was only natural. He challenged her in her strongest aspect. “Fine,” she said, her hips moving. “But, I’ll quiz you afterwards, and if you fail to answer I…”

“You can punish me,” he offered, her eyes brightening. A bit too much. He realized that even his assumption that she was submissive might not be entirely accurate. She might be kept back by her lack of experience.

… something to be tested later.

“Alright, the biggest difference between Wiccan magic and other ritualistic magic is the source of power,” she started, which was a good way to start. His skill gave him a good understanding of Wiccan magic, but it was once again lacking in general context. “Most of the spells use energy from demonic dimensions, or ingredients like demon blood to power themselves. Wiccan magic is different. It relies entirely on the potency of the Earth, and it requires incredible patience to extract.”

He hummed. “No mingling with the demons then, very good,” he said.

“Yes. It means that the rituals are slow, and require care, but ultimately they are much safer,” she explained. He chuckled, because her voice suddenly lost its passion while saying that. He doubted very much that it was something she believed in. More likely, she was repeating her teacher, but not believing it completely.

There was a reason he had decided to question her in the middle of their act. Thanks to his skill, his Wiccan knowledge was already solid, and her scattered explanations helped him to understand ritual magics better.

That, also gave him an alibi in case he pulled something from his skills. He could always blame Willow for telling him.

After all, the more explained, the more aroused she got. It would take a miracle for her to actually remember what she told. Though, he had to admit, he was somewhat disappointed by her comparison between Wiccan magic and the other options.

Wiccan magic was … underwhelming.

It was almost like comparing a bicycle to a truck, both in terms of speed and the sheer power it could bring. But, still, he didn’t complain much. He finally had something other than punching people. Weak magic was still better than no magic.

Also, there might be a chance to pull something if he combined—

Then, the door opened, finally revealing Buffy, and he abandoned his thoughts. Magic could wait. Well, just her head, poking inside, only to gape in shock. “Really, Wills, a lecture,” she said.

“I —“ Willow tried to respond, but he decided a little punishment that for taking that long was in order. His hand moved, a flick to her core, and Willow’s explanation turned into moans.

Naturally, that punishment targeted Buffy, by making her watch Willow climax.

[Personal Victory, +5 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+10 Wiccan Magic]

[Tertiary Special Character Defeated, Oz Osbourne]

[+5 Meditation]

Buffy looked at him, her expression split between jealousy and arousal. A good mixture, promising him a lot of fun for the next part of the night. “Your turn,” he whispered as he helped Willow to sit aside, still trembling hard.