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.

End of part 7

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