Magic Multiverse 47 (Patreon)

[+15 Tantric]

[+45 Wiccan Magic]

Sam was whistling happily as he entered the coffee shop. His mood was good. For one, his visit to Willow had been even more productive than he had expected in terms of magic, He got about a hundred and fifty points, which, combined with their debate, allowed him to develop some solid options for improving his magical potential.

He still wanted to delay it until he could push Wiccan to master if possible, which was partially why he was there to steal Willow’s date.

Also, he wanted to talk to Tara, and make sure she wasn’t secretly evil, manipulating Willow. Unfortunately, it was not out of the question.

Once in the coffee shop, he had a good guess about who Tara was. For one, the place was not that crowded, and only one woman was alone, watching the entrance. She also had multiple old books on the table, two of them radiating a subtle magical aura.

Combined with her general skittish attitude, he guessed that he had his target. She had honey-blonde hair, which she tucked behind her ears regularly, a long cotton skirt, and a posture that suggested she was trying very hard to take up as little space as possible.

Her eyes kept going to the entrance, then dropping to her shoes.

She looked harmless. Almost aggressively harmless. Enough to make him suspect that it was an act. He walked toward her. As he approached, she looked at him properly, her eyes widening for a moment.

Interesting reaction. "Tara?" he asked.

She flinched a bit. "Oh, y-yes? Sorry. Do I know you?" she stammered.

"My name is Sam," he said. "I'm a friend of Willow's."

Her face shifted with recognition, but nowhere as intense as it would have if she knew the full story of him and Willow. But, not mentioning that was perfectly Willow. "Oh. Is something wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. She’s just dealing with a little emergency, so I volunteered to visit to tell you she might be delayed. It’s rude to keep a pretty girl waiting," he teased.

Her eyes widened at the compliment. Pure shock, like no one had ever called her that. “T-Thank you,” she stammered. “It’s very kind.”

“Nonsense. That’s the least I can do,” he said as he pulled a chair and sat across from her. “Also, I was curious to meet you. Willow could be really secretive for no reason.”

Her eyes widened. “She does that,” she said. Her tone was once again shy, but there was no hiding the resentment in her tone.

He smirked, realizing Willow was being secretive not just to them, but also to Tara. She truly deserved to be punished.

“This emergency, it’s not something dangerous, right?” she asked.

“Something about Buffy needing last-minute help for a project of hers,” he said, and she tensed in fear, showing that she was aware of Buffy’s job. “Don’t worry, it’s actually for college, and not for ‘extracurriculars’ with potential danger,” he added.

She smiled, relieved. “That’s better.”

“So, you know about the less fun parts of Sunnydale as well,” he said.

She nodded, avoiding his gaze. “I do,” she whispered.

“So, since you’re dating Willow, you must be also a witch,” he said.

“D-dating?” she stammered, blushing.

“Did I understand it wrong?” he said, smirking. “Because if I did and you’re not dating Willow, I am happy to steal you for myself.”

Her reaction to his teasing was monumental. She blushed deep enough that he was actually worried she would faint. “N-no,” she stammered. “We’re … dating.”

He smiled. Willow was so rude, cheating on a shy cutie like that. Luckily, he was a good friend, ready to compensate her for Willow’s shortcomings.

“Good. You deserve happiness,” he teased her. “So, Willow slipped out that you’re a practitioner,” he said. She immediately tensed, fearful. He sighed, moving his fingers, and a flame appeared on his index finger before starting to jump back and forth.

It was an easy trick with Mana Fist. Her eyes widened, but this time, it wasn’t fear. “What’s that?” she gasped.

“A technique of my own,” he said. “A mixture of Wiccan principles and an old battle spell I had learned from a few discarded tomes.”

Magical knowledge worked as bait perfectly. “Amazing,” she said, looking fascinated. “It’s so elegant.”

“Well, I have flexible fingers,” he teased. She didn’t react, the innuendo flying above her head, instead continuing to question him about his technique. He realized she was really passionate about Wiccan magic.

Also, as they talked, he realized she was much better than Willow, the kind of difference that came from years of experience combined with talent. It was difficult to assess her in a casual talk, but he wouldn’t be surprised she would be rated as Master according to his measurement.

That was very good news.

Curious, he asked for paper and drew his improved ritual circle. “What do you think?” he asked.

She examined it silently for a while. “It looks like an empowerment circle, but nothing like I had ever seen,” she said, frowning as she checked the lines, muttering. She was tense at first, but she relaxed as she examined it. “It’s safe. Almost excessively so, sacrificing quite a bit of utility to ensure the magic it radiates is pure. It’s a very good design. That’s rare. Most mages are reckless.”

That was a positive mark for her. Willow had criticized the waste of power. Tara approved. He just had a better consultant for his magical projects for the foreseeable future. Or, depending on how they worked, he could dump the projects to two of them, and hope they could come up with a nice compromise.

All that remained to see them working together. He smirked, feeling naughty.

“The book you mentioned seems very useful. Do you mind lending it to me while we wait for Willow?”

“Sure,” she said. “My dorm is not too far away.”

“Excellent,” he said, helping her to carry her stuff, chatting about magic on the way. Her room was interesting, filled with a lot of fancy curtains, candles, and nice-smelling incense. She took her identity as a witch seriously.

"S-sorry about the mess," Tara said.

"There isn't one."

She waved at her desk. "I've left my tea."

He chuckled while she reached for her shelf, pulled it to reveal a second set of books behind, mostly magical. He started browsing the books on Wiccan rituals. Just because he had the skill didn’t mean reading was useless.

Just like his fighting skills, constant sparring and deconstruction were necessary to truly utilize it. They started chatting about rituals while she brewed him tea. He was glad for his potions skill, allowing him to identify the content, confirming that there was nothing dangerous mixed in.

Talking with her was fun, but he decided to see if it couldn’t get any more fun. “So, how far have you gone with Willow?” he asked while she was taking a sip.

Her eyes widened as she gasped, which sent the tea through the wrong pipe. She started coughing, and he reached, patting her back. She stopped coughing, but he kept his hand on her back, caressing her. Shocked by the question, she didn’t even properly register it. “I … you … Willow?” she stammered.

“Just curious,” he said. “I mean, I can give you a few tips about her preferences.”

Her eyes widened even more. “You … Willow?”

“Don’t worry. We haven’t dated, just usual college fun stuff, nothing unusual,” he said. It was intentionally vague, just enough to keep Tara curious and self-conscious at the same time. “I just asked because you don’t look very experienced with … dating, and I wouldn’t want you to panic and ruin a fun private time.”

He didn’t feel guilty while saying that, because he knew Willow well enough to guess that it wouldn’t be a smooth experience for Tara at first.

He was merely helping.

Her eyes widened. “You think…”

“Well, a little studying wouldn’t hurt,” he said. “That way, you won’t feel self-conscious and do something humiliating. First kiss could be tricky.” He let her process that for a few seconds, then raised his hand. “Look, it’s pretty innocent. Just kiss the back of my hand, and I’ll give you a few suggestions on exactly what Willow likes.”

Her blush once again got thick enough to suggest she would faint. Yet, this time, she relaxed when she looked at him. It was as if she was looking for something specific, and found it. Then, he sensed a faint flare of magic in her eyes.

“What was that?” he asked. “Something magical?” She blushed like she had been caught red-handed. “Don’t tell me you have magical x-ray vision and peeing under my clothes,” he teased.

Her eyes widened. “N-no. Not exactly!” she corrected.

“Not exactly?” he said, more amused than anything else. “Then, what?”

“I can see auras,” she admitted with a blush.

“That’s an interesting trick,” he said. “And, what do you see in mine?”

“It’s nothing like I have ever seen,” she said, her eyes widening slightly. “It’s solid, but surrounded by a bright kaleidoscope. It’s confusing, like I’m only seeing a small part of it.”

“I can be pretty amazing,” he said. “But, let’s not waste our time, and focus on preparing Willow’s gift.”

She blushed, but when he raised the back of his hand, she leaned forward, kissing hesitantly. His first impression … it was a good thing that he decided to teach. She truly needed the help.

And, while she was shy, she was a good student, quickly applying his recommendations. “Actually, let me show directly,” he said, grabbing her hand and kissing the back of her hand with much greater control.

He kept her hand in his after the demonstration kiss, thumb stroking lightly over the knuckles, enjoying the way her breaths turned shallow. The blush that had flooded her face earlier hadn’t faded; it sat high on her cheekbones and spilled down her throat.

He had to admit, she looked surprisingly sexy. Willow had good taste.

“Again,” he said. “Slower this time. Open your mouth just a little.”

She leaned in, her lips soft and uncertain against the back of his hand. He felt the faint tremor in her movements, quick to pull back, so he put his other hand through her hair. “Calm down, just follow my direction,” he whispered.

She lingered, following his directives. “Better,” he murmured. “You’re thinking too much about where to put your mouth. Just relax.”

He brought her hand to his mouth again and showed her, pressing a slower, open-mouthed kiss to the skin just above her wrist. His tongue danced on her skin aggressively, then withdrew.

Tara gasped. “Um. That was…”

“A little more,” he said. “Willow likes it, trust me. Now, try it on me.”

She hesitated, but the unfamiliarity of her situation meant she followed his suggestions. This time, the kiss landed higher, near the base of his thumb. Her lips parted. The tip of her tongue brushed his skin for a while, her eyes wide, like she’d shocked herself.

“Much better,” he said, keeping his voice low and steady. “Do it again. Stay there longer.”

The second attempt was better. She started with a soft, wet drag of her tongue over the back of his hand, sending a low pulse of heat up his arm. He let her explore for a few more breaths, then grabbed her hand and kissed her palm at the same time.

“Willow likes it when you take your time here,” he said against her skin. “She gets loud if you use your tongue. Not rough. Just… present.”

“I d-don’t know if I—”

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he said as he lifted her head with his touch, bringing his face close, their breaths mingling. “But, there’s nothing wrong about proper practice. Willow certainly wasn’t ashamed.”

“Fine,” she whispered. “But I won’t do anything Willow hadn’t done.”

“Deal,” he said. “We can even seal it with a geass spell,” he added, but she didn’t answer. She just closed the distance, and kissed him. She was passionate and needy.

He didn’t push. He kissed her slowly, letting her learn the rhythm. When her lips finally parted, he touched the tip of his tongue to hers. She let out a soft, surprised whimpered, but her tongue answered, tentative at first, then a little braver.

The kiss started warm, but soon, it was burning.

“That was…” She swallowed. “Amazing.”

“More?”

She nodded.

He tipped her head up, and let his lips slide to her neck. “Try to remember the spots. Willow has a very sensitive neck,” he whispered. At the same time, he caressed her back, the pleasure hitting her hard.

He kissed lower, following the line of her throat and reaching her collarbone, unbuttoning the first two buttons. She whimpered. “Think of it as a fair turnabout,” he whispered. “You used aura to peek underneath. I’m peeking underneath as well.”

“That’s fair,” she whimpered, saying nothing as he unbuttoned her shirt, though he was surprised to find a sexy white bra under her very loose, and very boring, shirt.

He stayed there, kissing and sucking lightly, never hard enough to mark. She grabbed his hair, holding on.

“S-Sam,” she whispered. It came out unsteady.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered as he moved up, kissing the side of her mouth. “Nothing I haven’t already done with your girlfriend. It makes it okay,” he whispered. From a certain point of view, he was even correct. She moaned, and he kissed her properly.

At the same time, he continued unbuttoning her shirt, removing it completely. Her whimpers were beautiful.

She crossed her arms over her chest by instinct, then forced them down again, all without interrupting their kiss.

He didn’t rush. He kissed the newly bared skin of her shoulder, then the upper curve of her breast above the cup. Her breathing turned ragged. When he reached behind her, she tensed, but she didn’t pull away even when her bra came down, revealing her surprisingly large breasts.

He cupped one gently, thumb brushing the peak. A thin, helpless moan escaped her lips as he captured her nipple, his tongue driving her crazy.

[Spectacular Victory, +10 Tantric]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Tara Maclay]

[+5 Wiccan Magic]

[Secondary Special Character Defeated, Willow Rosenberg]

[+5 Wiccan Magic]

“Oh,” she breathed, her moan spectacular, her unfamiliarity with the intensity of pleasure obvious.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same slow attention, then kissed his way down the center of her chest, not giving her a chance to recover. He traveled down, and only when he reached the waistband of the skirt did she react.

“Did you?” she asked hesitantly.

“Drive Willow with my tongue until she begged for mercy? Yes,” he answered. “Do you want to experience it?” Tara watched him, lips parted, cheeks scarlet, but she nodded.

He unbuttoned the skirt and eased it down her hips, and pulled her cute panties down as well, meeting her freshly shaven core. Willow was a lucky girl, he decided even as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, making her legs tremble.

“Still okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, no longer shy but needy. “Please keep going.”

He kissed the inside of her thigh again, closer this time, and moved until his mouth hovered just above her. He looked up once more. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, but she didn’t look away.

The first slow lick made her knees buckle. He caught her hips and held her steady, licking again, longer, tasting her sweetness. Tara’s free hand flew to his hair again. He didn’t hurry up, as Tara deserved a spectacular first real experience.

He delivered broad strokes of his tongue, then tighter circles around her clit, then a gentle suck that made her cry out and rock forward. One of his hands slid up to cup her breast again, thumb rolling the nipple in time with his mouth. Tara’s breathing fractured. Her hips started to move in small, helpless jerks she didn’t seem able to control.

“I feel amazing,” she moaned.

He hummed against her and sucked a little harder. She came again.

[+5 Tantric]

[+10 Wiccan Magic]

Tara stared down at him, dazed and trembling, one hand still tangled in his hair. Her chest rose and fell in quick little breaths, looking amazing. A fresh wave of color had spread all the way down to her breasts.

He rose slowly, kissing his way back up her body as he went until he reached her mouth again. She kissed him without being asked this time, open and a little clumsy and unmistakably eager, enjoying her own taste on his lips.

His hands settled at her waist, about to push for more, when the door opened, and Willow appeared. She froze at the sight.

“Hi, Willow,” he said with a mocking smile. “You’re finally here,” he added, and waving his hand, using his telekinesis to slam the door behind her, and walked toward her.

He wasn’t sure how Willow would react, but he was excited to test it. After all, Willow deserved a real punishment after being a naughty girl…