Part 5
Gorgon glanced up from the table as they came from the bathroom, holding hands and laughing. How he wished he could be like them, happy and carefree. His destiny weighed heavy on his shoulders. He would live another year, possibly eighteen months, as a man, then he would metamorphose into the traditional Gorgon of legend. He would lose his hair and his skin would slough away to reveal the scales beneath. Only the deceptive human countenance would remain. As Willow had said the archivists of antiquity had always associated ugliness with his kind. He turned all flesh to stone on eye contact, surely that made him evil and evil was ugly. He shook his head; he had argued this point with himself for years.
"Gorgon?" He stared at the Watcher, fearing the worst. Willow exchanged looks with Rupert, both smiled. "We're going to help you." Willow said simply, her eyes shining with love for Rupert and their new friend.
Gorgon gazed at them for what seemed an age. He had not dared hope they would agree. His serpents were quiet for the first time since he had known Willow and Giles. He bent his head and reached out to grasp the hands of his friends as his tears came. Willow put her arm round Gorgon and his shoulders shook with the force of his relief and gratitude.
~~*~~
They stood outside Coutts bank. Rupert looked up at the imposing structure. Gorgon smiled. Willow pulled at his elbow. They went inside and the world hushed to a reverent whisper.
"What am I doing here again?" Rupert hissed to Gorgon.
"The sorcerer has left you funds and the deed to a house he wishes you to purchase. He said he did not want you to live in squalor." Willow guided Rupert to the teller desk; she and Gorgon then left him to conclude his business, trying hard not to look like bank robbers.
Rupert looked shocked on his return. Willow took his arm and lead him outside.
"Do you know where this house is? Do you know where Ethan wants us to live?" He thrust the deed at Willow; she looked at them, mystified. Gorgon peeked over her shoulder at the address.
"Where is it, I don't understand. What's the problem?"
"Willow, it's only a couple of miles from the Watcher's Headquarters! Hell, you can see the bloody house from where I used to sleep! When I get hold of Ethan!!" He let the threat hang. Gorgon smiled.
"What's up with you? This is a bad thing y'know!" He snapped at the monster.
"Not necessarily, they will never think of looking for you on their doorstep. They have missed a saboteur in their midst for forty years ..." Gorgon's lips hiked up as he saw the Watcher catch on. Rupert grinned at Willow, grabbing and kissing her. All three marched off down The Strand to organise the move to their new home. It seemed to be swift and easy, but then money talks and Ethan had been extremely generous with his ill-gotten gains. Giles said it was guilt, Willow knew it was love.
~~*~~
Giles looked out across the tangled expanse of garden that Gorgon was helping Willow to clear. He could see the craggy outline of the Headquarters' roof from their bedroom; he and Willow shared the bed. Soon he hoped to do more than sleep in it.
Gorgon had his own room. The day they had moved he looked in wonder round the room; he had never had such riches. This was a sanctum from curious stares and unwelcome comments. He felt safe enough to forego his glasses. So long as he did not look directly at them, his friends would also be safe from his petrifying stare.
Giles finished his drink and went downstairs to the kitchen. They had planned their attack round the table the night before. He picked up the small flask of Gorgon serpent venom. This colourless liquid when drunk, delayed the fossilising gaze of the Gorgon that donated it. That sounded like a good idea, but Giles wanted Claude Sebastian to turn slowly to stone in front of his peers.
For his plan to work it meant getting close to Sebastian, close enough to slip the venom into a drink. Ethan had taught him sleight of hand so he was confident he could do it, but he would need Willow and Gorgon with him. Perhaps, a glamour spell would suffice? They could make themselves look like the Watchers who had attacked him, reporting back that one of them had died in the attempt...
Suddenly he was dizzy. His cup dropped to the floor. He saw her. The new Slayer being greeted by Sebastian. She was so trusting and innocent. He shuddered. Sebastian wanted her. Gorgon entered the room after knocking softly on the door. His eyes focused past the Watcher.
"What ails you? Shall I get Willow?" Gorgon took a step towards him. Giles halted him with a gesture. His gaze shifted to Giles chest.
"The new Slayer has been called. Sebastian want's to train her. She'll die by his hands. I'm not going to let him kill another!" His angry tirade brought Willow into the kitchen, fearing another fight.
"Willow, do we have the ingredients for a glamour spell? We're going tonight."
"Tonight?" She looked at him doubtfully, then smiled as she saw a resolved Ripper before her. "I'll start gathering!"
Gorgon stood next to Willow and Giles. Rupert struck a match and flung it into the crucible containing the spell ingredients. An orange flame flared briefly, fading to turquoise with wisps of silver smoke. All three inhaled the vapour and changed. They still looked the same to each other, but to outsiders they were men in dark suits.
"How long will it last Rupert?" The short man asked in Willow's voice.
"Uhm, Willow, perhaps you'd better not talk." He grinned. "It will last as long as belief is suspended. If you do something out of character the illusion will shatter," he turned to Gorgon "Venom?" Gorgon patted his pocket. He wore his shades beneath the spell; it wouldn't do to turn guards into statues!
"Ready?" His companions nodded and followed Giles out of the house.
~~*~~
They managed to bluff their way into the Headquarters without incident and were now waiting in the main conference room for a meeting with Sebastian and two other senior members of the council. Giles stared at the oak boards behind the dais. There was one for past Slayers and one for their Watchers. Both his name and that of his Slayer had been omitted from the roll of honour. Giles felt Ripper rising at the insult. Gorgon's touch on his arm alerted him of the Committee's arrival. The new Slayer was with them. Glancing at Giles, Willow tried her best not to look anxious. Gorgon lifted his eyes to the lofty windows of the domed ceiling where he saw storm clouds gathering. Magic was creeping steadfastly near.
Giles began his coughing fit. He was so convincing that Sebastian offered him some water from the carafe on the table. Giles came to the table, red in the face, and poured himself a glass of water. He palmed the small flask emptying the venom into the bottle. Another cough disguised the crafty shake he gave the bottle as he replaced it. He finished his water, then with a small, hardly noticeable gesture, created thirst in the mind of his adversary.
Sebastian downed the last of his water. His thirst quenched, he asked the assembled team of Watchers for their report.
"Did the slaying go as planned?" Giles' eyes shifted to the teenage girl, Slaying? That was her job wasn't it? She looked so like Buffy. Sebastian frowned as he caught his subordinates gaze. He told the girl to wait outside. Gorgon smiled. Even odds.
"Why did you want him killed, sir?" Giles asked. He had no idea whether the other Watchers were in on it or not. By their reactions he guessed not. Sebastian was working on his own.
"You sent Watcher's to kill Rupert Giles, why? We had agreed to care for him. Let him retire ..."
"He had served his purpose," Sebastian protested irritably. "Improvement in his condition was minimal. I wanted to spare the Councils funds for something more productive. He left the institution I selected for him. An American girl helped him, that man Ethan helped her! It took me weeks to track him down. I'm not pleased that he's eluded me again."
The older Watchers stared at their colleague in disbelief. Giles could barely control his anger. Willow and Gorgon flanked him forming a triad of Wizard-Gorgon-Witch. His fury allowed him but one word.
"Gorgon!" His voice rang out clear, echoing to the glass roof. The illusion shattered. The darkened sky plunged the room into eerie gloom.
The Watchers seated to the left and right of Sebastian, tipped their chairs back in fright as they recognised the Gorgon of legend about to strike. Sebastian shook his head refusing to believe the evidence of his own eyes.
Gorgon narrowed his stone cold gaze to Claude Sebastian, already frozen in his seat with fear. Their eyes locked for a few seconds then Sebastian let out an inane laugh. He felt himself, still flesh.
"Your mythical creature is false. I feel no worse," He poured himself another glass of water and drank. "You've failed again, Giles."
"Have I?" Giles quietly asked. Gorgon replaced his shades and stepped back to view his latest ocular statuary. His serpents hissed their satisfaction of a truly superior feast.
Sebastian shook his numb hands. They were paling from tan to white, bleaching like bones in the sun. Rupert smiled.
"Gorgon venom," he murmured. "You don't have much time." Leaning on the table he looked into the older man's grey eyes. A moment before they had been blue. "Why did you want to kill me. What did I ever do to you?"
"You remembered. That Rayne creature figured everything out. He helped you. I was in danger ..." Sebastian's chest heaved painfully, dragging breaths through cinder-filled lungs. Giles leaned closer, eager for every syllable of his confession before it halted in Sebastian's gravelled throat.
"Mary discovered my heritage and held me in thrall. She insisted I betray all Slayers." The remaining committee members stared at the statue Sebastian. Giles leapt from the dais and searched the room. His eyes shone with a green-gold iridescence. The colour reminded Gorgon of dragon scales reflecting sunlight. He grabbed a sword from a weapons display on one wall and hurried back. Heaving the weapon above his head, he cleaved the statue in two as it exhaled its last dusty breath. Giles gripped his sword and glared maniacally at the Watchers.
"What's my name?" He demanded explosively, his glittering eyes reflected the lightning flashes overhead.
The Watchers exchanged puzzled looks. Giles repeated his question.
"What's my name?" He intoned.
"Rupert Giles ..." Willow answered. She joined her hand to his, eager to share in his vengeance. The Watchers followed her lead, announcing his name.
"Willow, write it there!" He pointed to the board with his sword tip. She summoned her power and felt his power flow and fuse with hers. Green electricity flashed through her body and exited through her fingers. Spidery letters appeared on the board with a high pitched crackle of static. The Watchers looked relieved when they saw his name appear on the board. Was that all he wanted?
No! He drew the lightning from the heavens that struck his sword, imbuing it with mystical energy. He turned on his heels with the sword held aloft. His face was no longer human, it had almost supernatural grace and revenge fused together. All three creatures, for that was what they were, Wizard, Gorgon and Witch, were joined in their task to bring down the wrath of the Gods on those who had caused such sorrow and anguish.
The rumbling thunder carried into the building as the stonework tipped dust over the remaining Watchers. Slowly a frieze was being carved round the perimeter of the domed ceiling. Their gaze turned to where they could read one name emerging. It was costing Rupert dear to carve it but he would not leave this place without evidence of her existence! Willow and Gorgon gave him strength to complete his task. The stone grumbled and whined, resisting any change to its surface. Rupert persisted, carving deeper.
At last coming full circle, his chest heaving from the effort, he glared at the Slayer board behind the Watchers. They dropped to the ground as it shattered into stake sized splinters at his command. Gorgon gazed at Rupert in shock. He had channelled that energy into a look! He aimed the sword at the far wall and blew a hole in the masonry. Only then did his countenance return to normal.
"My Slayer is dead. You will never know how she died. You never wanted to know how she lived." His voice was quiet and controlled, "I am no longer a Watcher." The sword fell from his grasp...
"Rupert? Come on, come home." Willow urged him toward the hole in the wall. He let himself be lead out of the Watchers compound. Gorgon glanced up at the roof where the stone still smoked, and smiled. "Buffy Summers, Buffy Summers" encircled the room. He spared a glance for the cowering Watchers. He knew now from whence Rupert gleaned his power, the resting place of 'the once and future king'
Silence cloaked the room, muffling the attempts of numerous guards to enter. Willow, Giles and Gorgon were far away when they finally broke in.
Part 6
Rupert put his key in the lock but was unable to open his door. His hands trembled too much. Gorgon cast an anxious eye back from whence they came, wondering why they had not been followed. Rupert tried again after flexing his fingers; it was useless. He rested his head against the door.
"Willow, I can't get us in..." His eyes closed as his body slumped to the ground.
"Rupert!" Willow cried, she checked his pulse. He'd only passed out. Gorgon picked him up while Willow unlocked the door, holding it open while he brought Giles inside, Gorgon hesitated with his burden, waiting for instruction.
"Upstairs, I'll make some supper. He'll be hungry." Willow busied herself filling a tray to capacity, with yummy things to snack on. She even remembered a plate of goodies for Gorgon. She was going to have her way with Rupert Giles tonight, by hook or by crook!
~~*~~
Rupert lay naked beneath their bedcovers. Willow came in and set the tray down on the bed. Gorgon occupied the opposite end of the bed to Giles. He smiled when he saw the worms and snails on his plate. Willow retrieved some spare pillows from the cupboards and arranged them round Rupert's head. She lifted him gently and he smiled in his sleep.
"Thank you for my snack, Willow, it was thoughtful of you."
Willow gave him an embarrassed smile. "You're our guest, and just because ... you didn't call me mistress." She sounded mildly disappointed.
"After your display of Witchery tonight I did not think it appropriate, but if you insist. I will call you mistress." He grinned.
Rupert woke up abruptly he breathed in Willow's scent. He smiled.
"Hello sleepy, time to eat..." Willow dipped her head to kiss him, he returned the kiss. She pulled away and he chased her lips until he was sitting up. He yawned; he had had such a good sleep. Willow gave him a plate.
"We're having a picnic, I was hungry and I only wrote your name so you must be starved!" Giles surveyed the spread before him; it was years since he'd had a midnight feast. He hastily grabbed morsels, reminded of how you either ate quickly or you died of starvation, well till breakfast at least. Through swallows of tea and bites of food they carried on a conversation about the evening's events until they finished their picnic.
"Will they offer you a job?" Gorgon asked as he discarded his plate.
"Not bloody likely, after what I did to the decor. No, I meant what I said. I'm not a Watcher. Don't know who I am now, but that doesn't matter anymore..." He ran his thumb over Willow's wrist, smiling. Gorgon glanced from one to the other. Time to leave.
He got out of the warm bed and took the tray. Willow smiled as he closed the door quietly.
"He's a smart man..." Giles whispered. Willow nodded moving toward him her hands reaching for his chest.
"You tired?" She asked as her hot pink tongue darted out to lick lazy circles on his chest. He shook his head, his voice suddenly uncooperative.
"Gooood" she breathed. "Me neither. Mind if I have some Watcher desert?"
He could only shake his head again as Willow snaked down the bed licking and nipping his torso as she progressed to her goal. He hooked his thumbs in the sheet and pushed it past his hips so he could watch her at her task. He had an extremely difficult time remaining still, her tongue lashing felt exquisite. He placed one hand on her head stroking her hair then gripping as his climax approached. His hips bucked under Willow's sensual ministrations, moments later, head thrashing, he cried her name as he climaxed.
Gradually, he became aware of soft tugging sucks at his groin. Willow was still there and he was responding. His heart pounded in his chest as she succeeded in getting his attention again!
He pulled her up, she had an impish smirk fixed on her face and looked gloriously dishevelled. He gathered her into his arms in a warm embrace. Willow was lulled to sleep by his butterfly kisses and the sound of his beating heart.
~~*~~
He rolled over in the hollow of the pillows and searched for her. His eyes opened when he couldn't find her. He half sat supporting himself on one forearm. There she was, standing in front of the open window. Her skin reflecting the rose and pearl of the early dawn, her beauty at this time of day had a faery quality. She smiled and sunshine lanced into the room, the gentle breeze stirred her fiery hair and the long muslin curtains whipped round her delicate ankles. She inclined her head and drew him from the bed to her side by an invisible thread of shared desire.
She glanced down; he was ready. His breath came as short gasps, nostrils flaring as he caught her feminine scent. Willow stroked her fingers over his turgid erection, small knots of tension built in his belly. Something was going to happen.
"Hands behind your back, Mr. Giles." Her tone was soft but demanding. Could he possibly get any harder? "Now..." Yep, that did it!
He obeyed, crossing his wrists behind his back; he couldn't help shifting his hips forward at the same time. Willow coloured slightly but resisted the temptation to kiss him.
"Do that again and I'll have to hurt you. Are you going to keep your hands behind you?" She let the scarf that she had balled in her fist, fall and whip his legs with silk in the breeze.
"Or do I have to tie them?" She whispered seductively. No good, hip thrust, groan and hands that flew to her breasts all at one and the same time. Willow stepped closer to him, tilting her head she licked his nipple. His eyes dark with passion, snapped shut as he snatched a breath. Willow smiled then scraped her teeth over the erect bud. He hissed in pleasurable pain.
"Told you, now, as you were." Rupert nodded, finding it hard to draw breath. Wherever did Willow learn this erotic torment?
"Bind me, Willow." He gasped. "Please..." She smiled in triumph behind him as she knotted the scarf round his wrists.
"Call me mistress, slave." She tried really hard to keep her tone commanding but it was tough when you had an annoying trickling itch of arousal to contend with. Especially when he groaned like that! She closed her eyes, feeling hot, her nipples tingling with his earlier caress. She finished binding and fixed what she hoped was an imperious look on her face, looking up into his lust filled eyes, she nearly lost the plot! Swallowing hard, she took him in hand. He had no choice but to follow, but not so quickly...
The stairs proved to be tricky. He stumbled in the hall and fell against her. There was a brief tussle and a languid kiss when she lost her grip. He fought against his bonds briefly but her resolve won the day. Rupert growled in frustration.
Willow led him through the kitchen, the floor cold underfoot. She was taking him into the garden; the early morning chill diminished her hold on him.
"Wait till you see, Rupert," she said. Her eyes shining with love. He smiled but played the reluctant slave that she had to kiss into movement. He liked her game!
~~*~~
At the top of the garden she halted and stepped through the overgrowth dragging him with her. She ducked behind him to free him from his tender bondage. He embraced her tenderly sharing a kiss which caressed her soul only releasing her after precious moments of closeness, to look round the small clearing. He shared her wonder of the place.
The camomile was soft underfoot, moss cushioned rocks nestled near a cool bubbling stream, where bluebells and irises vied for space in the carpet of wildflowers that lined its banks. In the borders lavender clung tightly round hybrid tea roses; freesias and lily's lent their scent to the heady atmosphere. There was a single honeysuckle that wound and climbed the Willow at the garden's heart.
The lover's breath stilled, the scent washing over them. This was an enchanted place. The rest of the garden was wild and ruddy. Here, was Eden.
"Oh, Willow! Its magical!" She smiled and his heart leapt, laughing she dragged him further in. The scent of the garden entered their lungs and fused with their spirits. They were forever tied to this place now. It was a bondage that neither wished to break.
"I wanted the first time to be here, Rupert." He clasped her hands to his chest, enfolding her, sinking with her to the soft green beneath their feet. The scarf flew from her hand and caught on the lavender. The next hours were spent in mutual worship, slowly bringing each other to the edge ecstasy, weaving and casting a spell of love that would last an age. When at last they joined they knew their love would bare fruit, the time was ripe.
Each wished in turn for their child to be Witch/Watcher, healthy/happy, cherished/protected and wise/kind. Rupert gazed down on Willow as she came down, his own climax crashing in his body, he shuddered his last breath into her perfumed hair. Never had he felt so complete!
"Husband." Willow murmured.
"Wife." He returned. She snuggled close to him and they slept on the camomile carpet. While the shower that watered the rest of the garden left them untouched in the warmth of their enchanted garden.
Part 7
Rupert groaned as Willow kissed down his chest, teasing the painfully erect nipples. The way she licked and sucked at one whilst pinching and flicking the other made his spine an express way of desire to his loins. He was aching to be inside Willow once more. What she had done to him thus far had robbed him of his voice. He'd only managed three or four words today. She held his hands and knelt on the cool ground, dragging him down with her.
Dipping his head, he nipped and kissed every inch of her flesh that she presented to him, his body feeling the flames of desire. His eyes burned for her; he couldn't breathe fast enough for her and he had a raging, urgent need for her.
"Willow..." He whispered "Come," he urged her to sit in his lap facing him. She locked her legs round his back, gasping at the heat of his erection. He lifted her, Willow held him in the right position and she sank down slowly, her head rolling on her shoulders as a groan of satisfaction issued from their lips. That's the one! The perfect position.
A glorious smile broke out on Willow's face as Rupert embraced her. This was lovely, face to face, hot and passionate with neither controlling the rhythm. Nature would take its course. Nature took its course after half an hour.
~~*~~
A shadow crept over their sleeping forms; Rupert stirred and woke Willow with his movements. Gorgon was gazing down on them, smiling.
"I must leave now my friends. I will return after the baby in a year's time. I will wait for you here...Farewell." Gorgon backed away into the shadows of the garden wall and vanished. They had both sat up to stare after the retreating figure. He really did vanish; the garden was strangely cold after that. Rupert got up and helped Willow to stand, she was a little wobbly and he brought her to him as she nearly fell.
"Too much energy being expended.." He muttered. "Hungry?" She nodded. "Me, too. Let's go out.."
~~*~~
In the months that followed Willow slowly expanded and Rupert could not have been happier. She was as ripe as a berry, one that needed to be plucked on a regular basis. Having a pregnant woman in the house brought out his own creative streak and he began to paint again. He painted Willow in their garden; he painted Gorgon. That painting he kept in the secret room off the library. That room contained his memories, he had it consecrated so that one day it would contain their ashes. Gorgon's painting was dark and foreboding the only light came from his eyes they seemed to illuminate the room with an eerie twilight glow. Rupert sat there gazing at the painting knowing that he would never be able to openly gaze on the creature himself. Eyghon had put paid to that.
He had investigated Gorgon's at the Watcher's library. Yes, he'd sneaked in under cover of darkness one night. They had replaced the Slayer board. There was a new addition to the conference room; it was now called the "Buffy Summers conference room." What would she make of that? He thought, he could just picture her face!
"Nice carving, Giles.." He looked over his shoulder in surprise. No one there, but he heard her voice. He shook his head and smiled.
Gorgon's could have either one or three hatchlings. One would be male; three would be female. Three females were a bad thing. Gorgon sisters of legend were evil and ugly not even those pure of heart could look on them. He needn't worry about them; Gorgon was strong enough to overcome his serpent's will. He trusted him.
He listened; Willow was calling him. He dashed to her aid; apparently it was time.
~~*~~
Rupert gazed on his wife as she fed Jack. He plucked a pencil from the jar on his desk and quickly sketched them on his pad. Madonna and child by Rupert Giles. He smiled, as Jack uttered an earth shattering burp, Madonna and noisy child, he amended. Willow looked sad.
"They'll be here in a minute." She kissed Jack's head. Her parents were taking Jack for the day while they prepared for Gorgon's return.
"Yes, but he'll be back tonight with lots of new toys.." Rupert tried to make light of their first separation. It was necessary; he didn't know what to expect from Gorgon. How would his metamorphosis affect him?
There was a knock at the door. "They're here. You go and greet them Willow, I'll get the equipment." Giles heaved his old Slayer bag onto the kitchen table and began to load nappies, cotton wool, wipes, blood axe and stakes into the bag. He grinned at his son.
"They're not really stakes...See.." He brought out his teething ring and rattle. The rattle was in the shape of a squeaky hammer. "See, what you do with this Jack, you bash grandpa on the head with it. It's a good game.." He smiled again. "Silly Daddy." He never thought he'd get to be a father and he loved it. Roll on the next one. He picked Jack up tenderly and slung the bag over his shoulder and made his way to deliver his precious cargo into the hands of his in-laws.
~~*~~
"It's time..." Rupert looked at his watch. They waited in the garden; they could hear insects buzzing and birds singing.. Willow looked ravishing, just the same as when Jack had been conceived. He smiled at the memory. It was silent, save for the babbling stream.
"He's here." Rupert felt a presence in the garden. Gorgon stepped from the shadows in all his naked glory. His skin had turned partially to scales of bronze and green, his serpents coiled almost to his waist, each individual flicking its tongue eager for the scent of Willow on the air. Gorgon lifted his hand in greeting and smiled. He focused his eyes past the couple approaching him. Wizard, Witch and Gorgon together once more. The garden radiated with their shared power. The greens became more vibrant and the scents more pungent.
Willow drew back from her partners, she could see an astral halo round each head, she probably had one too. She reached up her hand to touch her head. Rupert looked round at her and smiled.
"Wild isn't it? Used to happen all the time when I was with Ethan. Like a resonance, we'll feed each other. Willow? Take a look at Gorgon..." Rupert's smile was beguiling. She looked; she gasped and tilted her head to make sure it wasn't an optical illusion. His tongue was not the only thing that forked.
Gorgon smiled. Why were they so far away? Was it some kind of courtship ritual? He saw their Aura's swirl and change, they were trapped both of them. Mystical creatures in prisons of flesh, attractive prison's, undoubtedly, but they were trapped.
A serpent separated. He felt like he was losing his soul, he didn't want it to be over so soon. His shoulders slumped and his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes snapped shut over the pain the detachment had caused. Rupert was startled by the suddenness of the snakes traverse. It dropped to the ground and slithered towards Willow who stepped back.
"Willow, you have to greet it. Accept it, this is Gorgon or a part of him. Don't be afraid..." After a moments hesitation, he sat down on the cool green camomile, plucking a few leaves to chew on, he looked up at Willow as the snake reared up and travelled sinuously round her leg. The glow around her flamed silver and lilac, the green-bronze of the serpent contrasted her pearl complexion.
Gorgon had recovered his equilibrium and sank down next to Rupert to watch this beautiful and blessed event. Rupert shivered as he felt a serpent wind down over his chest; it mimicked the movements of the one draped over Willow. He kept his eyes forward, Willow was enjoying the sensation of the warm textured scales moving over her skin; sending pulses of erotic stimulation to her groin. She began to sway and move as sinuously as the serpent that encircled her. The serpent began its inexorable journey south, its tongue flicking constantly, sometimes hitting her skin. At these times she groaned and glowed rose and gold.
Rupert fought against leaping up and taking her where she stood. To do so would make the snake strike and with a mature specimen the venom was deadly, worthy or not, she'd die. He fell back against Gorgon and closed his eyes as Willow's serpent reached its goal; as did it's twin coiled round him. He forced his eyes open when he heard Willow's groan.
She had one hand on her breast, as she nipped and moistened the fingers of her other hand, her hips undulated languidly. Rupert gasped as he realised where the serpent had gone. With a small, sharp cry the snake's head reappeared and dropped with a thump to the ground. Willow fell to her knees. Her face blank. Rupert was held while the snake came back to its host. It slithered wetly over Rupert's body and he picked up Willow's scent all round him. He was released as Gorgon sighed, collapsing onto his back. The snake was home. Willow crawled over to her husband and curled up in his lap. All three slept.
~~*~~
Gorgon woke to blindness. No, not blindness, he was blindfolded. He lifted his hand to the soft silk. He felt silken hands caress his body, soft hair tickling his skin and lips branding hot kisses on his chest. They were loving him, after first taking the wise precaution of covering his eyes. He smiled at the uncommon silence of his serpents.
He gasped as the tongues merged at their goal, licking and sucking. Teasing him erect, then one hot body sinking onto him taking advantage of a rare double delight. Strong hands captured his head and massaged his scalp; the smaller serpents wriggled round the expert fingers and Gorgon moaned his pleasure at the touch. He felt his body tense and someone said. "Now," the body was gone from him as his poisonous seed flew threw the air burning vegetation in its path.
Gorgon gasped and shuddered, he felt himself lowered to the ground and two bodies curl close to him, two mouths kissed him in his slumber. He felt privileged to know such mortal's as these, who would put themselves in peril to give him pleasure.
~~*~~
"Must you go?" Willow asked. She looked into his eyes and Gorgon shuddered, she did that so casually. Looked into his eyes, examining his soul. She didn't know the gift she possessed. The Watcher-Rupert, he corrected, knew too much about him to look on him.
"Yes, mistress. I have children to raise." He smiled and kissed her hand.
"Your eyes are beautiful.." She said awe-struck. Gorgon lowered his gaze.
"They reflect the soul that beholds them." Her eyes filled with tears at that.
"Time to go," Rupert came in and handed Gorgon his rucksack. "Thank you for everything Gorgon." He stared at the floor.
"Watcher.." Rupert looked up and saw the colour of Gorgon's eyes. It was a split second. Then he looked away, the mirror shades in place. "Made you look!" Gorgon chuckled and vanished.
Rupert smiled. He was thrilled with the spirit in Gorgon's voice; he seemed far less melancholy after his brief visit. What seemed like only moments later the knocker sounded on the front door and their son was back. Rupert and Willow raced each other to answer it.
Epilogue
I know something is wrong. I didn't want to bother him about it. Women's problems. He's someone who can deal with apocalypse and demon's, vampires and myth's; he's a dab hand with a chisel, but when it comes to female plumbing, well, my female plumbing I don't think he could deal with it. He wants another child so desperately. We try constantly, its wonderful trying.
We were in the kitchen one time, and Jack came in ... He froze, turned on his heel and walked out muttering "Parents eeww!" We had to stop; we were laughing too much. That was when he was ten.
I went to the doctor without telling Rupert. He did some tests, and told me it's a tumour one that he can't identify. On the X-ray it looks like a lump of stone.
I can't tell Rupert. In my heart I know what caused it. I'll keep it in my heart because it would destroy Rupert if he knew. I'm not in pain; it hardly bothers me at all. So I'll leave it be and concentrate on my son and my husband and how he makes me feel, while I can still feel without a heart of stone.
End
Sequel: First Return