The Xena and Gabrielle XXX Scrolls:
Part 6- Who Is Conquering Whom?
Disclaimer: Xena, Gabrielle, Argo, and the
Persians do not belong to us. We are just borrowing them for a while, and will
return them all unharmed, although Xena and Gabrielle will be a lot happier.
Any other characters belong to the bards, in some form or another.
Violence: Hints of it.
Language: Yep, quite a bit of offensive language this go round..
Sex: Uh...yep! And plenty of it...there's so much sex you can't even see the plot! You know the rhetoric, if females having sex with other females offends you, OR if you are under the
age of 18, best be moseying along.
Spoilers: One Against An Army
Author's Notes: There are two scrolls for each part of the series. One is from Xena's point of view, the other is from Gabrielle's point
of view. One of the authors believes Xena and Gabrielle were lovers on the show. The other doesn't, but has a healthy imagination.
Can you figure out which is which?
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AND LET US KNOW WHAT IF YOU LIKE THEM, WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO SEE, ETC.
just plain lust. Emotions I was very familiar
And emotions I had been battling with for far too long.
At the time, my head was remarkably clear. Gabrielle had only finished her cycle
on the day before, and had given me the go that she wanted me to make love with
her. And make love we did, long into the night. We were traveling through beautiful
Grecian countryside, and the biggest skirmish we had been in over the past week
was trying to agree on whether we'd have fish or venison for supper. At peace
with the world and each other, our lovemaking was gentle, unhurried, and beautiful.
None of our climaxes would change the way we saw the world, but at the same time,
the total effect of our time together would long serve as one of those encounters
we'd reminisce. "Remember the night before the Persians attacked?"
Gabrielle should have been worn out that day, but instead she was full of nervous
energy, admitting she had been practicing some of my battle moves including the
flip. I was delighted with her eagerness to learn, but there was something nagging
at me, a foreboding sense of trouble that I couldn't shake as I tried to urge
her we needed to be on the move. It's not intuition exactly, sometimes Gabrielle
swears I can simply sniff the air and declare there's a problem leagues away.
But I was sensing danger ahead, and my premonition, if you want to call it that,
The situation quickly made itself known, and it was grim. Gabrielle, her kind
heart dominating her, had been critically injured, and we spent long talks trying
to convince each other what the best course of action would be. I was desperate
to save her, and knew I could do so if I got her to Thessaly where I could find
an antidote for the poison the arrow had carried. Gabrielle realized that, but
even in the delirium which was threatening to overpower her firmly made me promise
to stay and fight the invading Persians. If they didn't succumb to me at Tripolis,
they would soon take over the whole of Greece. It wasn't the first time that my
love for Gabrielle would cause me to want to damn the Greater Good, and it wasn't
the first time she'd convince me otherwise. The ironic thing is, it was my love
and respect for Gabrielle that did the convincing.
But now it was over, and someone had smiled on us once again and allowed us to
emerge from the other end of the tunnel sore and injured and weak, but alive and
together. Gabrielle's health was still uppermost on my mind
and cuts I had received in the battle were long on the road to mending, but she
still had a cough, and she tired too easily. I kept us on the move, tracking the
retreating Persians until I was sure they were headed back to their cursed homeland,
but was keeping a wary eye on my bard at the same time. I insisted she ride in
front of me when we traveled, and she didn't complain. During the trip, she'd
rest her head against my shoulder and I spent as much time watching her sweet
innocent face as the road ahead. It made the hot blood coursing through my veins
rush even more, but despite the darkness of my yearnings, it also kept me at bay
from acting out my basal urgings.
After five days of travel, I was certain I had been successful in turning away
the Persians. I told Gabrielle so over the light of a campfire, as we settled
in for another night on the cold hard ground. She had crawled on top of me, as
I insisted she do since she had been hurt. I didn't want her to catch a chill
from the damp earth, and my body kept her warm throughout the night. My discomfort
helped remind me that she wasn't strong enough for what I had in mind, and therefore,
I didn't really mind waking up feeling like my ass was frozen to the bedroll.
Tonight she snuggled in, and I felt her treacherous pink tongue licking at the
crease of my neck. "I'm feeling MUCH better, Xena," she whispered, even
as her hands began to tickle over my ribs. She wriggled her lower half against
mine, and nestled her face between my shift-clad breasts, going for the full effect.
I swallowed hard, and she felt it. She looked at me with confusion and amusement
in her emerald eyes, knowing there was something I wasn't telling her. She knew
there was something different I wanted, but also knew I wouldn't tell her what
it was until I was ready. It was a game we played as I introduced her to different
realms of our lovemaking
the first time had been after the incident with
the Furies, but I had sprung other "surprises" on her since then, and
each had been more rewarding than the next.
"What is it, Xena?" she asked, her voice soft and sounding oh-so-innocent.
"Don't you want me to make love to you?"
I hugged her fiercely to me, probably squeezing her too tightly. "Gabrielle"
drawled out her name in a hoarse voice, almost a wheeze. "You're not feeling
up to what I
need. Trust me."
She shivered against me, and my thighs tightened involuntarily around hers. "Do
you want to talk about it?" she asked, her eyes still wide.
"Later," I managed. "Get some sleep." I pulled her face up
for a long close-mouthed kiss, and she snuggled back in to her nest, content that
she would soon be well satisfied. I silently thanked the gods that she had finally
learned a measure of patience when I was like this; when she tormented me too
much, I had a tendency to rush things, and I wanted to enjoy this slowly. I felt
the blood lust continue to simmer and steeled myself to letting her get some much-needed
I awoke first the next day, and rolled out from under her sleeping weight, making
Argo comfortable, and then moving through some of my sword drills. That wasn't
physical enough for me, and as my wounds were virtually healed now, I began practicing
some of my more complicated flips and jumps, trying to wear myself down. I don't
know how long she had been watching me, but when I paused to catch my breath,
she was standing nearby, a hand firmly planted on one of her breasts. "Gods,
I want you," she whispered.
I growled at the picture she made before me. Her hair was pulled back, but a few
tendrils had come loose during the night and the golden strands flew around her
head enticingly. Her legs were slightly parted, and my eyes raked up the muscled
calves and thighs. Her breath caught, and I glued my stare at her tight abdominals,
the stomach that afforded me the perfect pillow when I wanted to watch her eyes
while I took her. She claimed she couldn't see the beauty I saw in her, but Zeus,
what a temptress! Her golden light was the source of all my fantasies, my fantasies
of loving, rapture, and
"I want you too," I finally said. "Are you sure you're ready for
I took a step toward her, and she took a step back, seeing the look in my eyes.
She knew I would never hurt her, but I could be
demanding at times. And I
know she sensed this was one of those times.
"I trust you," she said. "But please tell me what you are feeling."
I had to mentally slap myself as I realized I was frightening her. I had for so
long kept my feelings to myself, and it was still hard sometimes to be open with
her, especially when I was battling demons she was unfamiliar with. Should I tell
her what my brain was signaling me? Perhaps
I saw her relax as I willed my expression to change. I took her hand and pulled
her to sit on the fallen tree trunk beside me. I took her other hand and looked
deep into the sparkling depth of her eyes. "What am I feeling? I'm feeling
too many things. I feel the anger in me at what the Persians forced me to do
a decision that almost made me lose the only thing I value. I feel victorious
because I know I was able to defeat them, only because I couldn't lose the only
thing I value. And I still feel the lust for battle racing through me, the lust
of wanting to control the only thing I value." She started to speak, but
I shook my head. "No, I don't want to hurt you
or humiliate you. I want
claim you in a way that leaves me no doubt that I can always protect you,
connect with you, and love you."
Her mind was struggling, I could see, to grasp with the words I had spoken. I
hadn't expressed myself very well, and rarely did when it came to her, but she
seemed to realize I wasn't ready to come totally clean. "What do you want
me to do?" she asked finally.
I felt a little guilty being so secretive, but a sudden wave of her arousal reached
me and I realized she liked this little game. "There's a town less than a
day's ride ahead." I told her, my mind firmly made up. "There's an inn
there that we can stay in. I need to get.something
and then I'll make you
Her soft hand came up to caress the side of my face. "I can wait till then,"
she vowed. "If you'll give me a kiss."
A kiss? A simple little pressing together of the lips? Surely I could handle that
without my body overreacting. "Okay."
I moved in and her eyes closed as my mouth touched hers, and then she took over.
Her fingers curled into my sweaty hair, and her mouth opened against mine. Her
tongue came out to plunge between my gasping lips and she stabbed it in and out
with a rhythmic manner that sent an immediate signal to my core. Gods, as usual,
she understood far better than I thought. Finally she drew back, her eyes slightly
narrowed in pleasure.
"It better be good," she challenged.
I know my eyes had to widen at her defiance
and I felt my vagina do the same.
But I wouldn't let her get by with too much confidence. I knew my eyes turned
to silver as I leaned down to her ear.
"Oh, it will be," I assured her in my evil growl.
She gulped audibly and pulled herself from me, straightening her clothes as she
stood. "Then we should be going," she said with a smile, and I realized
she had wanted to see that response from me. She could play me like a lyre.
We broke camp quickly, and I told her she had to ride behind me today. I had been
content the last few days, being able to stroke her arms, her stomach, the sides
of her breasts, just feeling my love near me and knowing she was safe in my protection.
But today, that kiss had made me realize she was feeling very up to whatever I
wanted, and I could no longer restrain myself from touching her more demandingly
if she rode in front of me.
I hadn't counted on her touching me though, and once again, my timid little bard
was working me to a frenzy. She started the trip by working on my shoulders and
my neck, massaging each muscle then lavishing it with her tongue until I shivered
with the wetness. It wasn't just where she touched either. I was sure the skin
covering Argo's saddle must be soaked. She moved to my arms next, and they received
the same treatment. I tried to distract her, with a "Gabrielle, I'm sweaty
and dirty," but she was not to be deterred. She gave a little hum of response,
and went on to lick each inch of uncovered skin she could reach.
The front of me offered more of a challenge, as it was almost all covered with
leather and armor, but she was very resourceful. She stroked my thighs, and realized
they were growing tighter, not more relaxed under her ministrations. I heard her
groan in my ear something about having them wrapped around her, and then her nimble
little fingers were at my breastplate. Her slender digits had long ago found a
hidden path among the swirls of the design, and her fingers stroked my nipples
until I was sure they were jutting out beyond the brass armor. Her face was buried
in the back of my neck, licking
As we neared Retivius, I finally gained control and wrenched myself from her clutches
as I jumped down from Argo. She started to follow, but I held a hand up. "Oh
no, my little bard," I chuckled. "I want you right where I can see you
so I don't do something we'll regret."
She smiled sassily at me, and wiggled forward on my saddle, making sure I caught
a glimpse of the top of one thigh as she moved. She grasped the saddle horn in
both hands. I'm sure my eyes bulged when she stroked her hand up and down it a
couple of times. Gods, she COULD read my mind. "As you wish, Xena,"
she said sweetly.
I finally let her dismount outside the inn. She knew I'd want her to secure the
room and a bath
it was an unspoken routine. She fastened our money pouch
to her belt, and turned to look at me. I pulled her to me, and oblivious to any
prying eyes, pressed my hand to her ass and pulled her tightly against me. "I'll
be a few extra minutes," I told her. "Get a quick meal if you want
going to need your strength."
"What about you?" she asked, her eyes sparkling at my words.
"I'm going to have my fill of bard meat tonight," I husked, and got
the response I wanted.
"Gods, Xena," she muttered as I released her. I watched her legs tremble
as she entered the inn.
I settled Argo in and secured the items I needed, and was in the inn within a
half hour. The innkeeper seemed to be waiting on my appearance. "Upstairs,
third door on the right."
I don't even remembered if I nodded at him, as I moved to follow his instructions.
I didn't need to
I could have smelled her arousal from here.
Despite all my fierceness, my bard had a sense of romance. The sun had not yet
set, but she had pulled all the curtains in the room, and lit several candles.
The room smelled of lavender, and I realized she had scented the bath water that
was in the tub in the corner. A damp towel on the side of the tub told me she
had already taken her bath. She was sitting in an overstuffed chair in the opposite
corner of the room, dressed in
nothing. Her legs were crossed demurely, and
her hands were planted firmly on the arms of the chair.
"I thought we'd skip the preliminaries," she said, her eyes meeting
Gods, she impassioned me! She knew each and every one of my buttons, and pushed
them at just the right times. "Good idea," I said through clenched teeth,
and in three long strides, I was in front of her. Her hands lifted toward me,
but I shook them off. "Stay put," I said, kneeling.
"Xena" she breathed as I pulled her legs apart, and draped them over
"Hush," I whispered, "Scoot up."
I heard her whimper as she did so, and I began to kiss her inner thighs. Gods,
she was baby soft there, and I just rubbed my face against them, letting them
sooth my hot cheeks.
"Xena" she whispered again, but I silenced her by pressing a hand to
her lips. I know she wanted a kiss, but I couldn't give her one yet. She sucked
two of my fingers in and I felt the pull down to my center.
"Good girl," I told her, and I straightened my head to look at her folds.
I wasn't disappointed to see she was drenched.
"I'm thirsty," I told her, and I slowly and maddeningly moved the tip
of my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, gathering her juices on my
tongue before swallowing. She tasted so sweet! I watched as the dry area was quickly
flooded with more moisture, and clucked my tongue. Zeus, I loved this.
The only word she seemed to be able to form was "Xena", as I made love
to her with my mouth. I pressed my nose to her clitoris, teasing it until I could
feel it throbbing, but concentrated on stiffening my tongue and pleasuring her
opening. I plunged it inside as deeply as I could, and wiggled it in a manner
that caused her to wiggle back in an exciting way. I heard her grunt above me
as her pleasure rapidly mounted. It had been only a week, but she seemed as desperate
as I was.
I drew my tongue out and licked her again repeatedly, this time my tongue starting
at her clit and working all the way down to the tiny entrance at her backside.
This made her uncomfortable at times, but she seemed far past her inhibitions
at this point, and she allowed me this joy. My hands crept up over her stomach
and on to her breasts, even as her legeatedly, this time my tongue starting
at her clit and working all the way down to the tiny entrance at her backside.
This made her uncomfortable at times, but she seemed far past her inhibitions
at this point, and she allowed me this joy. My hands crept up over her stomach
and on to her breasts, even as her legs tightened around my shoulders.
it was becoming a whispered chant as I dove into her vagina
again, my mouth slurping erotically against her engorged flesh. I could sense
her closeness, and my own thighs tightened as I pumped juices into my breeches.
If I wasn't careful, I was going to climax just from HER pleasure. I looked up
at her, and drew my mouth free. My splayed hands had a nipple caught between my
second and third finger of each hand.
"Do you want to come?" I asked her, knowing she loved it when I talked
to her at these times.
She nodded with yet another whispered, "Xena".
I chuckled against her flesh, and my fingers tightened to squeeze her nipples.
"You'll have to do better than that."
Her pleading eyes and that strangled whisper satisfied me, and I sucked her enflamed
clit into my mouth, my chin pressed lower at her sensitized flesh. I loved to
watch my bard orgasm, and my eyes locked on hers even as her own green orbs were
fluttering shut. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, which vocalized rapidly
as I brought her over the edge.
"Xeeee-nnnn-aaaaa" I rather liked hearing my name that way, and determined
to hear it again. Her second climax was much quicker, and it rumbled through both
our bodies like a runaway stampede.
"Gods, I see stars," I heard her wheeze as I licked up more of her cum.
Her hand came down to the hair at the side of my left ear. "Let me catch
I chuckled again, delighted in her intensity, and pulled back my head, to let
her see her juices gleaming on my face. "Catch it quickly, My Love,"
I told her. "That was just a warm-up."
and her breasts
were still heaving as I stood and pulled
her into my arms. I carried her to the bed, and set her down on it, and stepped
back intentionally. Her eyes followed my every movement as she followed my unspoken
command not to move.
"I need a bath," I told her, and started to undo my armor.
"Let me help," she pled, but I shook my head.
"Oh no you don't. You just get to watch. Make yourself comfortable."
She surprised me shrugging, then plopping over on her stomach, so her eyes could
watch me in the bath. I smiled a secret smile, and after removing my boots, walked
to the tub, my back turned to her.
Slowly, I removed my leathers, then my shift, and my back still to her. I really
wanted to see her reaction when I removed my breeches, but outweighing that was
arousing her curiosity. I bent and removed my breeches, and heard her gasp.
"What is THAT?"
I smirked over my shoulder at her. "Surprise," I said, and sill facing
away from her, I lowered myself into the bath. Only then did I look at her.
"Xena, what are you wearing? Is it some kind of chastity belt, because if
you think I'm not going to touch you, you're-" her voice trailed off as realization
sunk in. Her thoughts more than likely went back to the movement of her own hands
on Argo's saddle horn. She had no idea how close she had been.
"Oh, gods," she whispered.
"Do you trust me, Gabrielle?"
No hesitance. "Yes."
"Watch me take my bath then."
I wanted to take my time, but was too aroused to be too teasing. Still, I couldn't
resist raising each limb slowly, as I worked the bath sponge over my body. She
licked her lips as I lifted my right thigh, then my left, and when my hands lingered
too long out of sight; she began to grind against the bed.
"Steady there," I gave the familiar command. "I'm just washing."
I lingered over each breast, then dunked my head under the water, soaking it.
I scrubbed the soap into it, and could see Gabrielle's fingers making clenching
motions. She loved to wash my hair, but I had to be in control tonight. I dunked
my head again, and then used the pitcher she had lovingly left by the tub to rinse
the rest of the soap from my tresses. I stood again, and with my back still to
hers, used the rest of the water to rinse the rest of me. I grabbed up my towel,
and dried as much excess water from my body as I could, making sure a particular
new area was completely dry.
My back still to her, I growled, "Are you ready for me, Gabrielle?"
She paused a second, then replied tentatively, "I'm ready for you, Xena."
Slowly I turned, and gauged her reaction. Her eyes were locked in mine, but slowly
they began the descent down my body. They stopped cold at my midsection, and her
face darkened in a blush. "By the gods."
I felt my center contract. Fresh moisture streamed into an area that was only
touched by bathwater a second ago. My eyes left hers, and traveled to the carved
piece of wood that was harnessed to my mound. "I had forgotten all about
this little beauty," I told her casually, my fingers moving down to stroke
over the length of it. "Not all the weapons I had left behind at Tripolis
were spears and arrows. Although I guess this is a spear of sorts."
She was speechless as she listened to me, and continued to watch the phallus.
I took a step closer, pausing only to slick my wet hair back over my shoulders.
"It's a remarkable design really. The harness was useless though
I hadn't cleaned it good enough and it had fallen apart. So I had to get a new
one. " I touched the wet leather which had constricted nicely around the
sides of my thighs. "This one is tighter
see there's a nice little nub
at the base that ensures I feel everything I do with it." I stroked it harder,
and the nub I spoke of pressed into my bundle of nerves. I groaned with the sensation
of that combined with watching Gabrielle's face.
The phallus was only about six inches long, and of a reasonable girth, but Gabrielle
had only been with one man, and I could sense her apprehension. I asked the question
I asked often. "Do you trust me, Gabrielle?"
Unflinchingly, her eyes met mine again. "I trust you," she answered.
Suppressing a triumphant grin, I closed the space between the bed and me rapidly.
"This is my cock," I told her, the pleasure at the eroticism racing
under my skin. "Suck my cock, Gabrielle."
Her expression told me she had never done this, but by the gods, what she lacked
in experience she made up in enthusiasm. Her cheeks were still aflame as she reached
out and grabbed my ass, and pulled the phallus toward her mouth. She sucked in
as much as she could, and pulled me tighter to her.
I felt each movement of her mouth against my clit, and my excitement soared. Gods!
I had to regain control. "I want you to get it good and wet," I rasped,
my hand stroking her bobbing head. "It's already hard enough, but you're
going to want it as wet as you can get it."
She renewed her already incredible efforts, and her tongue began to stroke the
length of it from underneath, until she reached my body and continued the lick.
The little vixen!
"Good and wet, " she muttered as her tongue made the trip again, this
time burying between my labia. My clit was firmly covered by the base of the phallus,
but she could make me come just by her tongue at my opening.
Her actions darkened my thoughts. They came unbidden into my mind. I had already
pleased her with my mouth, and now it was HER turn to please me. And pleasing
me wouldn't consist of a climax on her lovely tongue. No, I had to ease my lust
in a different way, by fulfilling the action I had promised earlier
"That's enough!" I snarled, and I yanked the wooden object from her
grasp, and stepped back from the edge of the bed.
I stood towering above her, my hand deliberately stroking the new appendage, and
watched as she fell back to the bed, startled by my barking tone. Oh gods, she
was trembling! I had to take a deep breath, and the realization sunk in. I didn't
really want to conquer Gabrielle
I wanted to love her. I wanted to worship
her and bring her pleasure. I wanted to share with her.
I felt the lust ease, as a wave of pure desire replaced what had been any negative
emotions that had existed a few seconds ago. She looked up at me with her sparkling
green eyes, her legs slightly parted, and I could see she was trusting me not
to hurt or humiliate her as I had promised her. She was opening herself for me
to give whatever I needed, and suddenly, I needed to feel her arms around me.
I know my expression softened, as I leaned forward resting my hands on the bed
beside her, and pressed my face to hers for a long, sensuous kiss. Her soft mouth
opened to me as well, but instead of plundering its depths, I caressed it, licking
the inside of her cheeks and teasing with her tongue. She gasped against me, and
I felt her lower half arch toward me.
I smiled against her mouth, and pushed my hips forward until the head of the phallus
was nestled between her lower lips, directly under her erect clitoris. I moved
my hips slowly, in circles, letting her get used to the sensation, and then lightly
penetrated her. I knew she could handle the size, but didn't want the whole idea
of it all to frighten her.
" she murmured against my mouth, her hands coming down to
rub across my lower back and then lower.
"Let me love you, Gabrielle
" she was trying to speak, but I had closed my eyes in
an effort to control my lower half, and I was having a difficult time concentrating
on what she was trying to say.
"Xena!" She got my attention this time when she squeezed my ass tightly
to punctuate her voice.
I was literally quivering, as I snapped back to the present. "What?"
"This isn't what you promised me
" Her eyes brimmed with sincerity
and love, but I was confused.
"What do you mean, Gabrielle?"
She hesitated, then pulled me tighter against her. "You promised to claim
make me yours. I want you to lose control with me, take me the way you
want to. I know you won't hurt me
you couldn't. But
I want to do what
you want me to do. Tell me what to do, Xena."
In her aroused state, it was amazing she could make such a lucid declaration and
in MY aroused state, it was a sheer miracle I could understand what she was saying.
The lust and passion in me both soared, intermingling until I could only see the
truth. She was so in tune with my heart that she wanted what I wanted. Gods, did
I love her! I gave her another kiss, more searing than the last, and I let the
darker desires creep back into my expression. She shivered again, but this time
I saw the shiver was brought on by her excitement, and she whispered with a tiny
hint of a smile, "Oh yes, that's EXACTLY what I want, Xena."
"On your hands and knees!"
She hurried to do my bidding, her tight little backside daring me to fuck her.
She sensed my mood, and knew not to question me. "Scoot up," I snapped,
and gave her a sharp slap on that beautiful little butt. It would leave no mark,
but got her attention. She yelped, and hurried to do my bidding, juices pouring
down her thighs as she did. I knelt on the bed behind her, and wrapped a long
arm around her midriff. Goosebumps broke out over her skin.
My other arm steadied myself on the bed near her ear, and she pressed her head
against it. I leaned forward to the unprotected side of her face. "I'm going
to fuck you, Gabrielle," I whispered, my voice anything but gentle. "I
am going to pound your little cunt until all you can see is those stars you talked
about earlier. I am going to invade your soul until all you know is the feel of
my cock in your little pussy and the touch of my body on yours. And you are going
to explode into a million little pieces, all of them with my mark on them. Do
I heard her breath come out in a sob as she realized the intensity of my need.
"I understand, Xena."
"Do you want this Gabrielle?"
"Gods, yes. I want you to take me."
The depth of her trust drove me closer to losing my control, but I held back as
I pressed the phallus into her opening. I barely penetrated her. "You want
me to take you?" I taunted.
"Gods, yes, Xena, do it!"
"Do what, Gabrielle?" I had to hear the words
had to. I didn't
always, but this time, I had to hear them.
"Fuck me, Xena."
She drew in a ragged breath, and I knew her face was flaming with the rush of
blood to her cheeks. "My cunt, Xena! Gods, fuck my cunt!"
"Anything for you, my love," and I plunged in without ceremony, and
she lifted from the bed with the power of it. My arm was wrapped securely around
her though, and she landed quickly. I opened my mouth to question her again, but
she beat me to it. "Yes, Xena! Yes
that's what I want! Give it to me!"
What happened to "take me"?, I vaguely thought as began to thrust, reviling
in the sensations. The wooden phallus had no give and plunged through her depths
mercilessly as I humped mindlessly at her. She responded perfectly, gasping and
mewling and making little sounds I had never heard before. She moved her hips
back against me, causing the thrusts to press even harder into me.
I could see her glorious breasts swinging heavily with each thrust, but grabbed
her to me, pulling her upright on her knees before me. I plunged quicker into
her, wrapping my hands around her breasts and squeezing her nipples. My own nipples
were pressed firmly into her back, and she wiggled her ass against me. "Do
you like this, Gabrielle?" I asked, "Being fucked by your warrior princess?"
"Yes," she screamed. "More!"
Her response was always perfect, and somehow, my hips moved even rougher, reaching
new spots inside her. I couldn't resist. "Did Perdicus fuck you like this?
Did he make your sweet little cunt cry out in pleasure?"
"Gods, Xena," she moaned against me. "No one else could. Only you."
I left one of my arms pressed into her straining breasts, and reached between
her tightened thighs. My fingers brushed the glistening wood, which felt hot to
the touch, and then felt her pulsating clitoris. I tweaked it in time with a nipple,
and whispered. "Give me your mouth
She turned her head, and my own pressed to hers, in no time claiming the identical
rhythm. She was beginning to sway, as I know I was overriding her with sensations.
My mouth on hers, my fingers on her nipples and clit, and my cock ravaging her
was taking its toll, and she was reduced to quivering and panting before me. My
own clit grew impossibly tight, and the pressure was becoming unbearable.
"Gonna come all over you, my bard," I managed between deep breaths.
"Will you come with me?"
She fell forward on the bed, and I followed, my fingers and mouth never leaving
her. My thighs were beginning to burn with the effort, and my sight began to black
out. Oh gods, here I come.
"Now, Gabrielle!" I tweaked her clit hard and she screamed, and then
tumbled over into the abyss, my arms holding hers as I fell beside her. My thighs
pressed hard against the back of hers, and my clit was pressing just as hard at
the nub as I rode out the climax. I know I was crushing the breath from her, but
she didn't fight me as her own rapture continued to overtake her. My hand was
soaked in her pleasure, and even as my tongue stopped its pillaging movements,
she was continuing to kiss me.
"Thank you, thank you," she whispered over and over again.
I looked into her eyes, still dilated with aftershocks and brimming with tears
of sincerity. Once again, my bard had met my urges with silent urges of her own,
reassuring me that what I felt was something she could deal with, even desire.
"No, no, thank you," I finally managed to respond, pulling myself up
slightly so I wasn't squishing her. My center still throbbed, but she had eased
my blood lust considerably.
She pushed slightly, and I rolled off her, the phallus jutting obscenely into
the darkening room. Her eyes widened, as she seemed to come to terms with the
fact that this erection was permanent, and would always be there when she wanted.
I saw her eyes studying the harness, then looking at me questioningly, and I nodded.
"It's adjustable," I told her. "But tonight, it's a part of me."
"I understand," she whispered, for what seemed like the thousandth time.
One hand came out to stroke my wet hair, the other on the phallus. "I want
to ride you, Xena. Will you let me?"
My own passion hadn't subsided an inch, and as she climbed on top of me, the polished
wood pressed into my center. This position would cause me to climb even higher,
and I had avoided it the first time to ensure she liked what was happening. "All
night, if you want, Baby," I croaked as she began to rise up and down on
me. "Just make sure you hang on."
She anchored herself with a hand on each breast, and began to move. I swallowed
hard at the wicked glint in her playful eyes.
Just who was conquering whom?
Loving Xena the way I do, I never take our safety for granted. Even though
she is a fierce warrior and extremely capable of holding her own in battle,
I am always a little nervous when we go up against the enemy, whether it's a
small gang of wannabe thugs or an entire Persian army. I have seen her receive
so many wounds, and am always holding my breath until her recovery. I know that
any one day could be our last.
We had been on quite a high
our lovemaking sessions uninterrupted and perfect.
Gods, she was the ultimate lover, always launching me to heights of desire and
euphoria I never dreamed of reaching. Her love is a substance of which I never
wanted to be deprived.
This time I was the unexpecting target of a poisoned arrow and wondered if I
would be the one who did the leaving this time. An all-out battle with the Persians
had erupted, but Xena still made my recovery her main focus. I had to make her
promise to not leave the battle, no matter what happened with my life. I can't
say that I would be able to make her that same promise if she was the one so
near to death. Before, I had followed through with what I thought she would
have wanted-the greater good. But now
my love has grown so immense for
her that I would do anything to spare her life.
When it all ended, we were both very exhausted and each had lots of healing
to do. The wonderful part was we were going to be able to heal together. While
our love for one another was stronger than either of our bodies, it was just
the incentive we needed to heal as quickly as possible. As soon as I was strong
enough, we began traveling again. She sat me in front of her on Argo's saddle,
and I would wake up not even realizing I had drifted off to sleep. My body felt
so weak and limp, but with Xena's body as my support I could rest peacefully.
Leaning against her with her arms wrapped around me, I had no worry and certainly
no fear. Only anticipation for the next time she clothed my naked body with
Since leaving the armory in Tripolis, she had me literally lie on top of her
to sleep, just to keep me off the ground. It had been so chilly at nights lately,
and she was worried that I would get pneumonia having the wound so close to
my lung. By the time a whole week had passed, I was aching more in other places
than where the arrow had entered my back. I had grown stronger and so had my
need to make love with Xena.
Welcoming the night skies to our campsite, I intentionally took my time crawling
up her body in order to lie down, and then pressed my weight a little more into
her mound than necessary. I knew she had to be missing our lovemaking as much
as I had
maybe more. She seemed to be resisting me tonight, but I knew
it wasn't because she was not interested. She was either afraid of being too
rough or there was something she had in mind as another educational retreat
on my behalf. "Don't you want me to make love to you, Xena?" I asked
looking into her eyes, feeling the heat rise from her center. She had to be
as wet as I was, and while I might not be quite strong enough for an all-nighter,
I certainly could stand to see stars once or twice. She squeezed me tightly
between her thighs, and her scent only made me crave her more. She told me I
wasn't up to what she had in mind, and I could tell it must have been intense,
because she insisted I get some rest. It took me longer than usual to go to
sleep, although I simply enjoyed lying as near as possible to her, listening
to her heartbeat and knowing it was all she could do to not touch me. Hastening
the time we made love, I knew it was going to be as exciting as the first time,
if not more. There would be no holding back, thanks to whatever it was that
Xena had hidden in that incredibly creative mind of hers. I smiled to myself,
so happy to be with her; so grateful we were both alive and almost well. Like
I said, I never take anything for granted.
I woke up to the noise of a sword swooshing through vacant air, and rolled over
to see Xena in a full workout. She only would do this for two reasons. She either
anticipated facing another enemy, or she was working off horny energy. Sensing
her mood, I pretty much knew she was increasing her endurance to wait until
we could be together. Just what did she have in mind? I loved smelling warrior
sweat in the morning, but I preferred it to be dripping from her naked body
I got up from our bedroll and walked closer, my breath being taken away by her
beauty, her flexing muscles, her agility, and when her eyes met mine, all I
could manage to say is "Gods I want you." She just looked at me, and
we were so drawn to each other. The force between us had only multiplied since
our separation of touching each other. It's almost like we were also being healed
from the inside out
our hearts and souls were being rejoined after being
so damaged through all our hardships these past several months. Our love had
endured and it was time to step into a new height of emotional and physical
"I want you, too. Are you sure you're ready for me?" She seemed a
little aggressive, and while I was never afraid of her, it was the unknown that
bothered me more. "I just want to know what you are feeling, Xena."
Sensing my uncertainty, she came to me and we sat down, her gentleness coming
through and calming me as she always did. She began to explain to me that she
was feeling so many things. The extreme fighting with the Persians and the risks
involved in possibly losing me had caused her to reevaluate her love and need
for me. I knew then she had been feeling the same urge that I had
each other, and we needed a way to show it and to prove it. She wanted to claim
me as her own, and there was nothing I wanted more. While I didn't fully understand
how she wanted to do this, I was willing and very ready to find out.
Much to my excitement, she said that tonight we would stay at a nearby Inn,
and nothing could have made me any happier. She said she needed to get something
when we got into town, and I didn't have any idea what she had in mind. The
anticipation was going to be the hardest part of it all. My lover had always
exceeded my imagination, but never disappointed.
I asked for a kiss, and as she leaned in to touch her lips to mine, I immediately
wanted to dissolve into her, to get as far inside her as possible. My tongue
claimed its rightful place inside her mouth, and the sensation of feeling her
tongue moving against mine only made my center flood with desire. I had waited
as long as I could, and by the time we settled into our room this evening, time
would definitely not be wasted; only relished and fully appreciated.
She told me to ride behind her today, which was fine with me. I would be able
to touch her all the way into town, and guarantee that she would be ready to
love me with all the passion she had been carrying inside her. I felt the same
way, and had the advantage of starting my foreplay much earlier. Still, just
touching her made me even wetter, so I was preparing both for an evening of
I could feel goose bumps rise on her skin when I began to rub and lick in all
the right places. I loved moving her hair to the side of her neck and then covering
her skin with my fully open mouth and tongue, licking a path down her neck and
then sucking in slow, drawn out motions. If I could only get my mouth on her
chest, we'd never make it to Retivius. Rubbing her thighs in front of me and
then up to her breastplate, I had become so wet, with my clit swelling as I
pushed in closer to her ass. It must be the most incredible sensation to be
able to go inside your lover and make that "connection". What I would
give to have that ability.
When we got into town, we usually agreed on a place to eat. This time, she told
me to find something to eat and she would meet me back at the Inn. Telling me
I would need my strength, I found the hunger gnawing at my stomach quickly forgotten
and the throbbing between my legs the only thing I wanted to quench.
I told the Innkeeper that my friend would be back shortly, and to please point
her up to our room. I requested a plate of fruit to take upstairs, and after
settling into the room, I took a warm, refreshing bath, and nervously-- yet
barely able--waiting on Xena to finally arrive. I decided to lure her to me
as soon as she walked into the door, and didn't dress after my bath. I sat in
a nice, feathery chair, so that I would be the first thing she saw when she
walked through the door. The candlelight gave the room such a romantic effect.
Her bath was waiting, but I couldn't.
She appeared in the doorway, tall, dark, and determined to free the longing
that had mounted within each of us. Her eyes locked with mine, and she was almost
instantly at my feet, kneeling in front of the chair before the door shut and
locked behind her. Wanting to hold her, she instead pulled my legs apart, having
me scoot me closer to the edge of the chair, and then draped them over the back
of her shoulders. She kissed her way up on the insides of my thighs, enjoying
her travel the entire time. Looking at my drenched center, her response was,
"Mmmmm, I'm thirsty." She immediately began licking me, and then thrusting
her tongue firmly into my center, making me so open and ready for her. That
reply alone was enough to almost make me come. She made me wild with desire,
and I simply wanted to give my body to her, to submit to her mouth, letting
her tongue go wherever she desired.
I was already so close, and then she looked up at me and said, "Do you
want to come?" She was massaging my breasts and squeezing my nipples, making
the sensation between my legs even more intense. "Yes, Xena
was all I could say. She teased me, but she knew me too well, and started sucking
my clit, licking between my swollen lips and making me climb higher and higher
until I felt like I would explode into her mouth. She knew how to perfectly
keep the sucking pressure applied to my clit as I came, and the intensity of
our orgasm was so good. As soon as I came down, she lightly began licking my
lips, even holding them open so she could cover from top to bottom, and my second
orgasm came within seconds. It was just as powerful, leaving me limp with pleasure
tingling throughout my entire body.
I could tell my body had been quite weak, but all I needed was a few moments
to regroup and I would be ready to go. I wanted so much to touch Xena. It had
been much too long, and I wanted to swallow her moisture, to take a part of
her inside me.
She picked me up and carried me to our bed. "I need a bath", she said
as she started taking off her armor. I wanted to help, but she made me stay
on the bed until she finished. She told me all I could do was watch, but that
was quite okay with me. I was enjoying the comfort of our privacy and certainly
the conveniences of a bed and warm bath. Knowing we had all night, I knew I
would have my chance to touch her. Besides, I liked her dominating personality
as a lover
it turned me on to submit to her. The paybacks were much worth
the willingness to do what she said.
As her armor and leathers hit the floor, my eyes and everything else on me opened
wider-first, in anticipation to see that gorgeous body. But then they opened
wider because of what I saw. At first I thought it was some kind of chastity
belt. Although I had never seen one, I had heard of them. Speaking before thinking,
I said, "What's THAT?" Xena, is it some kind of chastity belt, because
if you think I'm not going to touch you, you're-", but then I realized
what it was. I hadn't seen one of these, either, only heard of them. Mainly
at the Amazon camp one night, but I was more embarrassed than inquisitive. It
was something I had been impatiently waiting on Xena to "bring up",
so to speak.
" I said as my heart kind of stopped. I knew I wanted
to her actually fuck me. I had longed for her to really be moving in and out
of me. I also knew that Xena's creative ability at lovemaking would give us
both unique pleasure. She would really get off on the power of making love to
me in this way. Stimulating her mentally by having conquering power-claiming
her post-yet loving me so gently from her heart that it made our unity of souls
and bodies perfect. Without blemish, without want.
"Do you trust me, Gabrielle?" Her voice seemed quieted and deepened.
I could feel the temperature of my body rising. "Yes." There was no
doubt. One thing Xena always did when leading me into the Unknown was take total
command, and we always left quite happy on our return each and every time. I
trusted her more than anyone on this earth. I wanted her more than anyone on
She seemed to take forever, slowly driving me crazy by making me watch her rub
over her own skin, my imagination running wild with what she looked like behind
the wall of that tub. I was so relieved when she washed her hair
to be almost finished. She stood up and turned her back to me before I could
see her front. She finished rinsing her hair and body, and then grabbed a towel
and began to dry off. She finally asked, "Are you ready for me, Gabrielle?"
She turned around and I froze for a second, looking directly into her eyes,
and then saw what she was wearing. It seemed that she had stored her "attachment"
at Tripolis with the rest of the weapons. Simply feeling shocked that she had
not mentioned this to me; I was trying to deal with all of it at once. I was
quite ready to have her take control of my body, and the lust and desire that
had built within us since I had been hurt came together at the perfect time.
She grabbed the smooth, carved piece of wood held by her leather harness and
gave her own little moan, letting me know she could feel what was happening
on the other end of it. I had only been with Perdicus, but Xena had certainly
had enough of herself inside me with her fingers. "Do you trust me?"
she asked, and I told her yes. She closed the distance between us, and stood
directly in front of my face. "Suck my cock, Gabrielle." Oh my gods.
I had no experience with this, but I just pictured how good this would feel
to Xena and made it real in my mind. Bringing her pleasure made me so wet, especially
seeing her eyes close and her head go back when I grabbed her ass and pulled
her inside my mouth. I worked my way down her shaft until I could lick her wetness
that was seeping down. She was getting lost in the moment as much as I was,
but she suddenly stopped me.
"That's enough!" she said sternly, and pulled herself away from me.
I fell back onto the bed, sort of shocked by her almost angry snarl. I wanted
more than anything to give my body completely to Xena. Maybe she didn't want
me touching her body. I simply looked up at her as she stood so tall against
the bed. I desperately wanted her to be inside me, and all I knew to do was
show her with my body that I was ready for her.
Spreading my legs apart for her, I wanted her to see what she had done to my
body. Sucking her cock had made me drown in my own wetness. She took a deep
breath and leaned down to capture my mouth with her own. Words were not necessary,
because she was able to gently reassure me she was going to love me as promised,
and it was then I realized she was needing her lust to be satiated by feeling
powerful and strong. She was, after all, the Warrior Princess. She had waited
so long to be with me, and all the pent up desire, lust, fear of losing me,
and all these emotions over the past two weeks had been flowing through her
her lust to conquer what was hers. And I most definitely was hers.
This new experience for us was going to open the door to a wonderful new realm
As she kissed me so softly, I was the one overcome with pure lust. I arched
my hips so that my mound came up to meet her, wanting her inside me, making
me hers. I felt her mouth break into a grin. She moved the phallus just enough
to rub my clit and between my very open lips, just barely moving the head inside
me. Making her moves circular and slow, I didn't want to hold back any longer.
"Let me love you, Gabrielle." She was being very patient, like she
was giving me time to get used to her new body part. "But Xena
I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was going to, and I knew deep down she
would enjoy this more if she could feel free to move as she pleased. Grabbing
her ass, once more I said, "Xena!" "What?" she said as stopped
her movements and she looked at me rather startled.
"This isn't what you promised
you promised to claim me
yours. I want you to lose control with me, take me the way you want to. I know
you won't hurt me
you couldn't. But
I want to do what you want me
to do. Tell me what to do, Xena."
This had to be perfect for my baby. She meant everything to me, and so did her
satisfaction. As perfectly as she had loved me with just her mouth and her hands,
I could not wait to experience her talent in this way. The degree of pleasure
was going to be immense.
She welcomed the invitation with a little smile, totally understanding what
I was saying. "On your hands and knees!" she commanded, and I hurriedly
moved to the new position, feeling wetter than I had ever been in my life.
She wrapped her arm securely around my waist, and from behind, I felt her swirl
her fingers around my sex. "Just had to have a taste
" She leaned
forward so that her arm was on my left side, and I leaned into her stance. Coming
up from behind, she began talking to me, making my arms tremble as I held myself
up on the bed. I pushed my ass into her, feeling the phallus between us. "I
am going to pound your little cunt until all you can see is those stars you
talked about earlier. I am going to invade your soul until all you know is the
feel of my cock in your little pussy and the touch of my body on yours. And
you are going to explode into a million little pieces, all of them with my mark
on them. Do you understand?" She didn't know how ready I was. Gods how
she excited me talking to me this way. "I understand", I weakly panted,
trying to maintain my breathing.
"Do you want this, Gabrielle?" Barely penetrating my opening, she
had to know she was making my entire body a huge ball of putty. "Yes, Xena,
please do it
"Do what, Gabrielle?" She was making me play along and it was taking
every ounce of control I had left to respond to her, but I knew I had to say
it like she wanted it.
"Fuck me, Xena!"
"My cunt, Xena. Gods, fuck my cunt!"
She entered me in one thrust. I gasped as she lifted my body off the bed, but
she was holding me securely around the waist. She came up behind my ear, but
I couldn't answer any more questions. Not giving her opportunity to talk, I
said, "Yes, Xena, this is what I've wanted. It's so good. You're so good."
She began shoving herself inside me, and moaning and exhaling very erotically.
This made me wetter than ever, and she held onto each side of hipbones, obviously
feeling just as good as I was. I never knew it could feel this way, and just
the thought of it being Xena's cock was pushing me over the edge faster than
I wanted to come. "Did Perdicus fuck you like this? Did he make your sweet
little cunt cry out in pleasure?"
"Gods, Xena, no one else could. Only you."
She reached and pulled me up, her breasts on my back, staying inside me. We
were almost sitting, and she brought her hands around to my breasts. "Gabrielle,
I love you. I want you to come for me."
She continued her thrusts, touching areas inside me I had never known existed.
Moving my hair to the side, she began sucking my neck. She knew the exact spot
that got to me, and with her inside me, this spot really felt great. She reached
her right arm around to my waist, and went down to my hair and starting feeling
my swollen lips. "You are so wet, baby. You're close. I can feel you tightening
down on me." She rubbed my juices in my mouth, and I sucked her fingers
in hard. "Give me your mouth, Gabrielle." I turned my head and drove
my tongue inside her mouth, nothing but passion guiding our course. She touched
my nipples and clit with her wet fingers, and she was feeling this pleasure
just as much as I was. Hearing her low moan in my ear, I began climaxing. I
fell forward, moving my ass towards her. "Xena
She followed me onto the bed, pounding my core and told me, "I'm going
to come with you. Hurry, I'm waiting on you, Gabrielle
" and at that
very moment, my entire body seemed to spiral into oblivion. Feeling like a rushing
waterfall, my orgasm lingered, and the sensation was nothing like I had ever
known. Our sweat-soaked bodies slapped against each other, and we both came
with such force. We were making a favorite memory that night.
She lay on top of me and we continued to kiss, sweat pouring, juices dripping,
and we didn't move for several minutes. Finally she pulled out of me. My entire
body tingled, even my mouth, but I had never felt more completely satisfied.
I had never felt so good.
She rolled off to the right, and I turned my face to look at her. She brushed
my bangs back, and said, "You alright?" I smiled, and said, "Perfect."
Looking at her long body lying on the bed, I saw that her erection was still
in force. I thought of what I would like to do to her, this time with me behind
the phallus. I wasn't sure she would be accepting of me making love to her in
that way, and decided not to bring up the subject. "I want to ride you,
Xena. Do you mind?"
Knowing the answer, I mounted her, and even though this was my first experience,
I must have done it just right. I leaned down, hovering over her face. "Do
you want me to take all of you, baby?" "Yeeessss
" she managed,
as I started kissing her, and then slowly let the tip of her cock slide inside
me. She gently moved her hips forward, and I slowly slid down, until she was
completely inside me, my wetness covering her, dripping onto her. The sound
of our lovemaking went long into the night. Conquering or being conquered
ways can work beautifully.
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