The Xena and Gabrielle XXX Scrolls:
Part 5- Sometimes A Dream Is Just A Dream
By Shana and Kye
The Xena and Gabrielle XXX Scrolls is a series of ALTERNATIVE writings which cover the same issues from both the Warrior Princess and her Bard's point of view. Each part is a story unto itself, and some will follow along with various episodes of the series, while others may not. Most, if not all, of the scrolls will feature explicit sex, and each will contain its own specific disclaimer. Enjoy!
And please, send feedback to the firstname.lastname@example.org. We are really curious as to how our readers feel about our interpretations.
Disclaimer: Xena, Gabrielle, Callisto, Ares, Athena, and Argo 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: Some, including the dreaded f word.
Sex: Uh...yep! And plenty of it...there's so much sex you can't even see the plot! Some of it might even be interpreted as non-consensual to a certain degree. 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: The title comes from Eternal Bonds, but that's the extent of that episode being spoiled. However, there are spoils for just about any episode with Callisto and Athena, along with Adventures in the Sin Trade.
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 through intense email communications with her partner, has discovered that she is a 100% genuine Lawlessbian, that is...she's very straight, but if Lucy were to make her an offer...she'd convert in a minute. Figure that one out!
WE KNOW THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE READING OUR SCROLLS...PLEASE DROP US A LINE AND LET US KNOW WHAT IF YOU LIKE THEM, WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO SEE, ETC.
Nightmares were a common occurrence with me. Countless nights I had awakened in a cold sweat, cursing at enemies whowere long since defeated.
Through trial and error, Gabrielle learned to help me cope with my bad dreams. She would wait until I was fully awake, then would gather me into her arms, talking softly to me until I could go back to sleep. She told me once that it might actually be a good thing that dreams of my past came back to haunt me, because it proved I was sorry for my actions. That may be, but I still hated them.
Gabrielle had occasional bad dreams, as well, as I'm sure most people do.
Some nights she would wake up shivering, or cry out in her sleep. Often, I
was able to caress her face and whisper her back into a more pleasant dream,
without awakening her. Other times, she would awaken and tell me the images
that were haunting her. Talking about it helped her, and she would soon drift
into a more peaceful sleep.
But lately it was different. Gabrielle had been having trouble sleeping the last few nights, and after exhausting all my other ideas, I had bought some sleeping herbs in hopes of them allowing her to get a good nights' rest. The last few days had been taxing for
both of us. We had finally parted from what was left of the Amazons nation to head out on our next mission. Our stay had been bittersweet, but in the end, Gabrielle and I both agreed that Varia was capable of leading the few remaining Amazons as they
regained their strength.
We had been on the road for two days, and had set up camp in a small cave, as a spring storm was threatening to boil up. It was too warm for a campfire in the cave, so we had built one a few steps away from the entrance. It served to cast a dim light in the cave.
I woke up abruptly, my ears alerted to an odd sound around me. It didn't take long for me to realize the sounds were coming from Gabrielle. It wasn't unusual for us to wake up in a tangle of arms and legs; Gabrielle said I was her favorite pillow. But tonight, she had pulled herself off me, and was lying on her stomach next to me. She was facing away from me, and I got on my hands and knees so I could peer down into her face.
Her features held an odd expression, one I had never seen before. She made another sound, like a gasp, and I'm sure a huge smile of relief broke over my own face. I suddenly realized Gabrielle wasn't having a nightmare at all. No, on the contrary, she was having a very good dream.
She groaned a bit, and her lower half wriggled against the ground. I couldn't wait to hear what this dream was about! I thought about the various ways I could awaken her, making her dreams a reality, but Gabrielle suddenly jerked her head upward. I pulled back my own head as a reflex, and it's a good thing, or she would have given me a bloody nose.
"Are you okay?" I asked, putting out a hand to stroke her back. She was resting her weight on her arms, and although her face was still focused on the ground, I could see she was bothered by something.
"Xena " she breathed, as if she just now realized I was there. Then, "Yeah, I'm fine." She lowered herself back to her sleeping fur, and turned her head away from me. "Sorry I woke you," I heard her mumble.
Something was very wrong, that was obvious. Despite the nature of her dream, she seemed disturbed by it. My curiosity was aroused, as much as I was concerned. I sat up on my bedroll, and looked down at her again. I wasn't surprised to see that her
eyes were open.
"That must have been some dream," I said finally, hoping to get her to talk.
I saw her shiver a little, and knew she couldn't be cold. "Yes, it was, " she finally replied.
"Wanna talk about it?"
She sighed, and finally turned so she was laying on her back beside me. "Not right now," she said finally. "Maybe later."
"Mmm later," I repeated. Hearing her little whimpers and watching her grind against her bedroll had caused a fire to start between my legs. My nose told me that Gabrielle was aroused as well, and I knew for a fact that she loved it when I woke her in the middle of the night to make love. I reached out a hand to stroke over her stomach, and I don't know which one of us was more startled when she hitched in her breath and jerked away from my touch. My own hand pulled back as if it had been burned.
"I'm sorry, Xena," she said almost immediately, and then she reached up and pulled me down on top of her. I was expecting to feel her warm lips on mine, but instead, she burrowed her face in the crook of my neck. I could feel her draw in a great
shuddering gulp of air as she clung to me.
"What's wrong, My Love?" I whispered in the ear under my chin. "If you tell me, you'll feel better."
"Later, Xena," she whispered in response. "For now, can you just hold me?"
Or course, I could just hold her. I could hold her forever, and I took her in my arms and rocked her gently until she gradually drifted back to sleep. I didn't sleep the rest of the night, preferring to keep watch and trying to puzzle out what was bothering her.
Gabrielle was still sleeping the next morning, when I gently disentangled myself from her, and went outside to greet the day. The rain had stopped, and it was promising to be a beautiful spring day. I said good morning to Argo, and then went on the search for some breakfast. It didn't take me long to find a nest of bird eggs.
Gabrielle was sitting outside the cave writing in a scroll when I returned. I took that as a good sign.
"Good morning," I said, as I moved to sit beside her.
She gave me a tentative smile, then replied, "Good morning. I uh I'm sorry about last night."
I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could, telling her it wasn't a problem." But if you want to talk about it, you know I'll be glad to listen."
"I know," she answered. "And thank you."
I shrugged, a little embarrassed now, and held up our breakfast. I loved it when I could make her gorgeous green eyes sparkle with delight. "Quail's eggs!" she exclaimed. "Yum!"
Chuckling at her mood swing, I handed the offering over to her. We had long ago agreed that although I might catch our meals, I was to have no hand in actually cooking them.
We made small talk over breakfast. I was sure we could reach Ommiens by nightfall, and Gabrielle asked her usual questions about the village. She cleaned up our breakfast dishes, and we started off.
I led Argo and walked beside my bard this morning. We talked about a myriad of subjects, all of them light and deliberately non-intimate.
Our conversation trailed off as we entered the edge of a thick forest. I had assured Gabrielle it would be quicker to cut through the forest than go around it. The blanket of trees blocked the sky out, and it grew dark. The only sounds were a few birds
chirping, and the sounds of Argo's hooves moving through the leaves.
"Xena?" I heard her ask, her voice lowered.
Gabrielle suddenly turned, and pressed me backward against a tree. She took Argos's reins from my hands. I let her pin me there, and she stood on her tiptoes. "I want to make up for cutting you off last night," she whispered seductively.
I quirked a smile. There had been plenty of times when I had been the one to say no, only because my bard picked some of the most inopportune times to want me to love her. The last time had been when Eve and Virgil were traveling with us. I had awakened with the taste of Gabrielle on my lips. She had spread her thighs next to me, and swept her own fingers through her arousal, only to press her hand to my mouth. She was supposed to be the inhibited one, but I just couldn't take her with my own daughter so close to us. I had stopped her, finally, and led her to a safe distance into the woods before giving her the
ravishing she desired. I don't know why I bothered though. Even Virgil noticed Gabrielle's sated look the next morning, but thankfully, didn't mention it.
I was hastily brought back to reality as Gabrielle shoved up the leather strips of my skirt, and pressed her face to my mound. I could feel her mouth moving against my breeches, and it wasn't long before they were soaked with her saliva and my juices.
"Gabrielle," I growled in the voice that told her she was going to win this battle.
"Hush!" she chided from below. She pulled her head back long enough to strip my breeches from me. "I'm going to make you mine!"
I was already hers, but I'm sure I gulped as I stared down at her. Her eyebrow was raised in a look that I had perfected. She was using my own tactics against me! Her eyes never leaving mine, she burrowed her mouth in my crotch.
It was midafternoon before we exited the forest. I was more confused than ever. Last night, the only touch Gabrielle wanted from me was my embrace. And today, she insisted only on pleasing me, using her nimble digits and mind bending tongue to bring me over the edge too many times. When I had moved to return the pleasure to her, she had stopped me, telling me today was for loving me. I wasn't going to complain how could I when she had brought me to such rapture? But still
I tried to be subtle as we continued on our way toward Ommiens. I had weighed over last night and today, and had an idea of what might be plaguing my beautiful bard.
"Listen, Gabrielle," I finally said. "I uh get the impression that dream you had last night wasn't a nightmare, but wasn't a happy dream either. I get the feeling it left you uncomfortable."
Gabrielle's face pinkened a wee bit as she smiled up at me. "It was that obvious, huh?"
I just shrugged, not wanting to embarrass her any further. We continued to walk, as I said, "I think I may know what you're going through."
Gabrielle shook her head. "It wouldn't surprise me one bit. You seem to know what I'm feeling better than I do."
I certainly felt the opposite was true. I decided to take a chance. "Gabrielle, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, but didn't really know how to go about it."
She stopped in her steps, and turned to look at me. I felt my confidence fleeing rapidly. We hadn't seen another person all day, but I didn't want to take the chance of being overheard. I took her hand and led her through the brush, away from the main
trail. I could hear water running, and sure enough, we came to a small stream. I gave Argo her head, so she could drink her fill from the stream. "Pull up a rock," I laughed, seating myself on a large flat stone at the water's edge. Gabrielle sat next to me, on
the same rock.
"What secret have you been keeping from me?" she asked immediately.
I turned to look at the water a few seconds. Crystal clean water like this always seemed to have a calming effect on me.
I had a disturbing dream of my own a few seasons back, but didn't know how to go about telling you. And it was about someone who has plagued our waking days probably the one person who has done more to try to damage our togetherness than any other single person.
"Callisto," Gabrielle breathed, recognizing the look in my eye. I nodded. "But you already told me about that dream," Gabrielle began, but I cut her off with a hand gesture.
No, that dream was too bizarre to affect me the way the second one did.
During the horrible, but brief time that Callisto's soul took up residence in my body while I resided in hers, I had dreamed of the two of us coming together to make love. The incredible thing about it was the fact that my mental being was actually making
love to my physical body. It was so surreal, as my eyes watched my own body respond to various ministrations, that I was able to laugh it off. I hadn't gone into detail with Gabrielle, just let her know it had happened, and then pushed it from my subconscious. But the second dream
The only positive thing I can say about the second dream is the fact that after I woke up, I remembered Callisto was dead, and there was no way that it could have really happened. Hades and Morpheus have always been closely bonded in some way, and whatever Callisto had done to get Morpheus to cooperate in the dream, it must have been
I saw I had Gabrielle's rapt attention, so I took her hand and continued on. Parts of this dream would hurt her.
It happened when I was traveling to the Amazon land to try to find out what happened to you after well after your fall into the lava to save me from killing Hope. It should have taken five days to get there, but I pushed myself beyond the limit, and planned to make the trip in three. I only stopped to sleep one time, and only because I knew the horse I
was riding was on the verge of collapse. I must have fallen asleep immediately, and shouldn't have dreamed anything but I did.
I was in a large spacious bedroom somewhere. The room was luxuriously trimmed in red and black, and looked as inviting as the bedroom of a queen. There were large amounts of fruits and cheeses spread out on a table in one corner of the room. Near the bed was another table, which held several kinds of drink. I looked down and saw that I was dressed in a long flowing gown of red silk. I immediately thought it was one of Ares' tricks, as he knew the colors and decorations I found alluring, and the room could have been from one of his temples.
I was a little taken back when I heard a feminine voice, "Welcome, Xena." I knew the voice immediately, and even as I whirled to face it, I felt unseen hands grab me roughly and force me on my back on the bed. My hands were pulled away and they were secured in cuffs that were chained to iron rings on the headboard. My ankles were cuffed in a
similar fashion to the foot of the bed. The hands released me, and I began to fight my bonds. The silk I wore collided with the silk sheets on the bed, and I stopped wriggling quickly, as the feeling on my body was too sensuous.
I tried to ask Callisto what she wanted, but she hadn't made her appearance known yet. The unseen hands went to work again, and a blindfold was placed over my eyes. The hands were gentle this time, almost caressing, and before they left me, they caressed down the sides of my body, smoothing out the dress and touching me, before leaving.
Then I could sense her drawing closer, hearing her intake of breath as she drew close to my face. I sneered at her, desperately trying to think of a way to get out of this situation wondering how I had been so stupid to fall into her trap.
Almost as if she could read my thoughts, she began to croon to me in that irritating voice of hers, "Oh, Xena don't fight me and don't think about being released until I allow it." She chuckled at her double intendre "You are here because I have been a very good girl and was allowed to name my own reward. The one wish was of course to be with
you one last time the only way I've never been with you "
Her hand was on my cheek, and I tried to jerk my head away, but she was lightening fast and never lost contact. Her touch was very soft, deceptively so, and I held my breath waiting for her to continue speaking. "I am going to make love to you, Xena, bring you to fulfillment in the ways I have dreamed about. And at the same time, I am going to tear
you open and see what makes you tick. I know how your body reacts to lovemaking it's an experience I've relived in my head thousands of times. Now I intend to see how the complete package reacts."
Her words sent an involuntarily shudder through me. My mental state the most unguarded and weak it had been since I first met you. My feelings of desperation of ever finding you again were at their peak, and I had been feeling so incredibly alone and unloved. Zeus, I had even been traveling without Argo, knowing I couldn't force this mission on her! Callisto couldn't have planned this attack any better if she had been an oracle.
But I had to try. "It's not going to work, Callisto. The only tearing up is going to be my tearing into y-"
"Shhh " she chided, her hand pressing on my mouth. "I really don't want to have to gag that delicious mouth of yours I have many more uses for it than that. I can't wait to feel those teeth raking my nipples and lower "
She chuckled again, and I regrouped quickly as she moved her hand. "Never!" I declared.
"We'll see," she taunted, and then she began. Her hands which used to be callused from sword handling were now silky smooth. She tangled her hands through my hair, easing the snarls from hair I had long neglected. When it was smooth again, her hand moved down over my brow and the sides of the face. I don't know why, but I allowed it. I was so
exhausted, and with my eyes shielded, it was easy to pretend the touch was actually yours.
I paused a second to glance at Gabrielle, but she was watching me, her eyes wide open and she didn't speak. Her expression urged me to continue.
She rubbed her fingers over my lips, and then moved on, across my ears over my neck and down to the top of my chest. The whole time she talked to me like she was gentling a wild horse, her voice deceptively seductive, telling me how beautiful I was, and what I did to her.
When her hands closed on my breasts over the material of my dress, I suddenly snapped back to reality. I couldn't allow this, and began to struggle again in earnest, trying to free myself.
"Xena!" her voice was rougher this time, much more like what I was used to. "I tried! You want it rough you got it!"
I know I gasped out in pain when her nails dug into the dress and my skin near my neck, and then she ripped it down over my torso. The nails dug into my breasts hard, and I felt her mouth bite into one of my nipples, chewing on it ravenously. I screamed in shock and pain, and she immediately softened her mouth again. "That's better," I heard her
purr in the singsong voice. "You are so sensitive." She continued to explore me, taking the dress down with her as she went. Her hands once again were caressing, but the second she sensed I was rallying to struggle again she would grow vicious, digging her claws and teeth into whatever area of skin she was working with at the time.
And her voice Gods, she insisted on saying what she was doing and what she saw! With the blindfold, I couldn't SEE what she was doing, but my other senses more than made up for it. "Such long legs," she'd whisper as she caressed them. Her hands swept up and down my lower thighs and calves, and then I felt the silk slid all the way from my body.
I was now lying there totally naked, and my skin prickled from all the sensations.
"I'll bet these thighs give you great thrusting power, Xena. It almost makes me wish you were born a man." She laughed, and her fingers tickled over the bottom of my feet. "But men are such clumsy, one-sided creatures. All they can think about is sticking their pricks in you and if they make you happy, that's just a pleasant side effect for them. A
woman knows the real pleasure is arrived at when she brings ecstasy to another."
Gods, Gabrielle, I'm sorry, but something in that room was making me complacent beneath her. I found myself arching up toward her touch, trying to guess where those hands and that warm tongue would touch next. She had avoided my core, but it was crying out its juices, thrusting up toward where I thought she was. I'm so sorry!
I was shaken out of my reminiscing by Gabrielle hugging me to her. I realized I was sobbing, but she rocked me back and forth similar to the way I had done last night. "It's okay," I heard her whisper. "It was just a dream I know. And you've already made me feel better about my own dream."
I let her hold me as I tried to control my emotion, and she continued to rock me as I went on, determined to finish
She didn't laugh at my writhings, surprisingly. Instead I felt her sit up next to me. "Oh Xena, you are so incredible." I heard a sound, and then something was pressed to my mouth. "Taste me, Xena, taste what you are doing to me." Her fingers slipped inside my lips, and I could taste her excitement on my tongue. I should have bit down I wanted to but suddenly, her other hand was stroking over my mound and inner thighs, and I felt my attention riveted there. Her fingers slipped back out, and caressingly, moved down my chin and neck and onto the top of a breast.
"How do you like it best, Xena? Do you like a tongue or fingers on your clit? Do you like three fingers inside you? Four? A whole hand? Have you ever been fisted Xena? I had a hard time getting used to it, but once I learned to accommodate, there's no going back. You have very large hands " She intertwined her fingers with mine as she pressed her upper body to mine. I could feel she still had on her leathers, but had lowered them below her breast, and her erect nipples pressed into the top of my breasts.
"I want to kiss you, Xena I want to rub my tongue over your perfect teeth and taste the inside of your mouth. But I don't want you to get clever and try to bite my tongue off how can I be sure you won't?"
I swallowed hard, fighting with the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm me. "You can't," I hissed back.
"Hmm?? Are you sure? Let me think, let me think " she ran her tongue up over my cheeks and poked it beneath the blindfold. "How about this? If you bite my tongue, then I won't fuck you. I'll use your body so I can get off all over you, and then leave you hanging high and dry. And you know I can do it too." She pressed her covered center hard against one of my thighs and ground herself hard into me for emphasis.
It had been too long we had been separated for so many days, and my body was sorely neglected in its pleasure. I couldn't bring myself to use my own hands to find relief, and now my body was singing out to me that it needed release. Callisto had to have known that, because I could feel my resolve weaken.
"Can I trust you?" she asked. I didn't respond. I couldn't. I was too ashamed.
"I see your tears, Xena I want to see your beautiful blue eyes. I dream about them every night" Her warm hands lifted the blindfold and I blinked my eyes, waiting for them to grow used to the dim light in the room. Then I saw her, her long blonde hair slicked back with sweat, and her brown eyes bottomless pulls of dark emotions. Her tongue was
licking over her lips and she was staring at me hungrily. I had seen the look on her face before, in battle, and I realized I had tried to put it out of my head. Even during our fights, I had tried not to know what it meant. It was a look of lust and desire and hate and love.
"Callisto " I whispered, as I felt my center clutch at emptiness, and realized I wanted her too.
"Can I trust you?"
In answer, and it's with great shame that I admit this, I pressed my body upwards as far as I could, pressing my face toward hers. Her mouth descended on mine, and our tongues fought for control. She was elusive, darting her tongue in and out of my mouth quickly, as her hands continued to torment my restrained body. She raked her nails down my
sides, hard enough to make me tingle, but not break the skin. I moaned my surrender and she swallowed it, drawing my tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it the way I wanted her to suck me elsewhere.
Finally, she pulled her head away, and sat back on her heels, between my stretched thighs, eyeing me. Again I tried to pull free, but this time, it was different. She could see my desire, and knew she had broken me. "Please please I have to touch you."
She was watching me in amazement. "Not yet, my Princess. First, I touch you."
"Do it, then!" I hissed in frustration. "Fuck me, Callisto!" Gods, even now I can't believe I said that But fuck me she did. She paused long enough to undress, not even bothering to tease me with her movements there was no need. I was drenched and my convulsing center was pouring out juices onto the bed. She settled back between my thighs,
sitting on her haunches in that obscene way she does. I could see her own arousal, streaming from her in rivulets onto the bed. She was clean-shaven and her vulgar exposure of her young looking mound made a ludicrous combination in my mind.
I was startled again to feel Gabrielle shudder against me. My keen senses told me that she was feeling a little heat of my own, and I pulled myself from her to reverse the embrace. Now I was holding her, stroking her bent head as I continued my reverie
She stared at my exposed center for long seconds, her tongue continuing to tease me by poking out from her pinkened lips. "Gorgeous, Xena you even smell dark and dangerous. I can't wait to " and her mouth lowered to my flames.
It became a game a game we both enjoyed more than we should have. I had seconds of clarity, and would realize who was bringing me such joy, and would try to pull away from her, wiggling away from that tongue. And she would follow, worming her way through my folds incessantly, until I had to push back to feel more, and I would smother her with my flesh. Her nose burrowed against my bundle of nerves, and her tongue prodded deep inside my tunnel, stabbing me rhythmically and without variation. But it wasn't enough
"More!" I screamed, and she moved her mouth to my clit, and plunged three fingers deep inside. She pulled out and thrust in again, and this time her pinky finger penetrated my rear opening too, already soaked in my own fluids. Gods, I hated that! But I loved it too, and only a few lovers had been brave enough to enter me there. But it gave me the
sensation I needed, and I thrashed out against her, screaming into an orgasm that clouded all thoughts but the fact that I was soaring. It was no longer Callisto that was causing my body to galvanize it was my own mind and it frightened me beyond measure.
Gradually my body released its sucking hold on her fingers, and instead of pulling out, she began again, her mouth sucking strongly on my clit and her hand again penetrating both of my entrances until the pleasure escalated speedily again. I couldn't help it gods, it was too good! I came again, this time longer and even louder, and I heard Callisto's
voice, making sure I knew who was doing this to me "Oh Xena, you are at your most beautiful every muscle in your body is so tense gods, I can feel your power even with you tied down. You're milking my fingers gods it's going to make me come " and I think she did, because her face pulled from me only to collapse on my stomach, her hand still buried in me. With great gasping breaths, she continued to pump me again, driving me rapidly from the realm of rapture into pain.
"No more!" I screamed, but she shook her head, drawing back up to watch my eyes.
"Yes more," she said, "I am going to take you until you die from pleasure. Can't you imagine living with me in Tartarus fucking each other senseless for all eternity? Don't you want that too?"
As I came for the third time, I began to think her proposal sounded pretty good. But she made a mistake then, a mistake that I realize now was inevitable. I was grunting away, trying to fight the blackness threatening to overcome my brain when her words penetrated the haze. "I'll bet no one can fuck you like this. Not even your precious
Gabrielle." An image of you, your sweet face as you looked up to beg me to let you travel with me, floated before my eyes. It freed me from her spell and with a cry of victory, I finally wrenched from the bonds that held me in place. One arm snapped free, then the other, and it was easy for my legs to pull free, and then I was on top of her with a snarl, myhatred fully back in place and my mind finally back in its own rights.
I saw her terror, and her sense of loss. She knew it was over, and as my hands closed over her throat, my hands were suddenly clenching at thin air. I was on my knees on my bedroll, dressed in my leathers, and Callisto was gone. The only thing left was the deep throbbing between my legs, and my love for you. I sat up on my bedroll and let my body
And then I continued my search for you.
Gabrielle pulled away from me, and looked up into my face. Something in my eyes startled her, but her lovely hand reached up to caress me. "Why didn't you ever tell me about this?" she asked finally.
I shrugged "I didn't want to hurt you I felt like I had been unfaithful. I mean I responded-"
She cut me off with her lips against mine. It was a tender kiss, and I left my eyes open to stare at her expression. She looked far more peaceful than she had all day. "It was just a dream " she reassured me. "And dreams don't always mean it's something you want " her voice trailed off as she realized what she had just said.
I was uncomfortable with the focus on me and feeling greatly relieved that I had bared my soul. "Your turn " I whispered "What was your dream about?"
She hesitated, then began to speak I felt much better having cleared my conscious of the haunting images of my dream, but Gabrielle didn't seem comfortable going into details right now. She did let me know Athena, who was trying to seduce her, was
invading her dreams. I felt the rage rise in me immediately! Athena was dead; killed by my own hands. I figured this was yet another scheme of Ares' but something in Gabrielle's demeanor told me differently. Gabrielle would have been able to see
through one of Ares' plots.
As I tried to figure out how to bring these dreams to an end, it slowly sunk in to me that the dreams weren't the real problem instead it was Gabrielle's feelings of self-doubt and unfaithfulness. I know my stance relaxed as I realized the way we could combat Athena in one of my favorite ways.
We traveled the rest of the way to Ommiens, and got us a room at the inn there. I intended on making my bard very comfortable, and she prefers making love in a warm, comfortable bed. We both put off the pleasure for a while, just to torment ourselves a bit. But after a bath, dinner, and a brief walk, I was ready to spend the night reassuring my love that I knew she wouldn't let Athena tempt her to stray.
How to do it? How to do it? Gabrielle had undressed and was stretched out on the bed, and I stripped off my own clothes, and climbed on the foot of the bed. I thought about crawling up enough so I could plunge my face between her thighs, and devour her as she had done to me earlier that day. But that wasn't going to be enough not tonight. I crawled up until I could kiss her, and then pressed my nipples into hers, even as I ground my center against hers. I felt her warm wetness against mine and without thought; we began to work together, our sexes only parting long enough to press against the other's with more fervor. Gods, what bliss! I loved it when my bard got daring, and when she whispered for me to hold myself open; I rushed to do her bidding. Her labia fit easily inside mine, and the way she was pulsating against me; it felt as if her whole center had
slipped inside my own.
I murmured my desire to her, and pressed my head forward to kiss her again, sucking her lips between my own in a mirror of what was happening down lower. She was bucking against me wildly, squeezing and fondling my breasts, and I found I couldn't concentrate so much stimulation from so many places. I ripped my head away so I could bury it in the crease of her neck, fucking her savagely.
Zeus, could that girl be distracting! I wanted her to come first or at least at the same time I did, and her busy hands were rapidly driving me to the edge. I told her I wanted to change directions, and moved so my head was facing her feet. I braced myself on my arms, and began pounding into her with renewed fervor, my clit shooting sparks through me each time it pressed against hers. Her hands were all over my ass, even moving to press against my tight nether entrance, and I could tell from the sounds she was making that she liked this and was rapidly flying toward her release. My own orgasm was looming before me, and when I let her know that, I felt her hand slip down to stroke between my lips when I was pressing into her, and then tweaking our clits alternately. That was the movement that did it for us, and we came virtually at the same time which is one of the most intimate and beautiful moments two lovers can share. My pulsating center got the best of me, and my shaking arms threatened to give out. I laid my head down for a moment, but wanted to see my bard's face, so I made the effort to turn myself around and pull her into my arms.
I don't think she really needed to hear it, but I told her that Athena had no power over us, and that I would always be here for her. She seemed to finally be at peace with her dreams, and drifted off to sleep presently. It took me a while longer, but finally I
was able to do the same.
Sometimes a dream is just a dream.
It is barely dusk, and I've been working on starting a new campfire. I am waiting on Xena to return from a nearby town with a sleeping remedy for my frequent sleepless nights. Xena doesn't know that I'm afraid to go to sleep because Athena appears to me in dreams, trying to seduce me. Xena has been asking me a lot of questions lately about why am I so quiet, am I feeling all right, and the list goes on.
Hearing Xena and Argo approaching, my stomach feels nervous. Should I just come clean and tell Xena the truth? I don't want to worry Xena with something that may be just my imagination. But the confrontations are too real. The sexual stimulation is
definitely real. Gods seem to have extra power in that way. When they want a mortal, they can enhance the enticement factor. I feel such guilt.
"Here sweetheart, they told me this is the best stuff you can get. We'll make it into a drink, and within an hour, you should be sleeping like a baby. Xena handed me a small bag with a powdery substance inside. "Hold this and I'll get some water boiling."
Xena was being so good-taking care of me when she saw me struggling with something, but still respecting my privacy. I eventually had to tell her what was going on, but I didn't want her to feel there was even one ounce of competition between her and Athena.
Xena started heating the water and prepared the drink. She looked up at me just sitting there on a rock in the cave. I know my eyes looked so tired, swollen, and I had a worried countenance on my face. Getting up, Xena came to the other side of the fire and knelt down in front of me.
Putting her hands around my waist and sliding her body between my legs, she went from warrior to lover, letting the barriers down around her heart and fully focusing on me. "Baby, are you sure there's not something you want to talk to me about? Are you sick, or did I do something to hurt you?" Handing me the cup, she told me to drink it all. "No, I'm all right. I've just got a lot of my mind. The loss of so many of our Amazon tribe has really made me see how quickly an entire nation can be wiped out." Making an awful face, I finished the elixir. While that was a true statement, I couldn't tell her the truth. "Gabrielle, what can I do?" I could not resist her. "Will you hold me?" I asked as my voice quivered. I felt like I could almost take off running and run until I collapsed. Moving beside me, she pulled me into her lap and held me like a child, completely encompassing my body with her long, strong arms. Rocking me and humming softly, I drifted off to sleep because of the extreme exhaustion that had hit my body.
Xena must have put me in our bedroll. I woke up wearing one of her sleep shifts and trying to figure out what had just happened. Who was lying beside me? Had I really almost made love? I came to my senses when Xena was asking me what was wrong. All I felt like doing was staring and not saying a word, but to stop her questions, I told her, "It was just a dream. I'm okay." I had to think about this before I told her any part of it. I was being tormented because I felt so unfaithful. I didn't know if some higher power was behind all this, or was it my own conscience creating the circumstances. I just lay back down and replayed the dream scene in my mind.
"Gabrielle, it's about time you came back and visited me. Believe me, I can make this worth your time." She moved in to face me closer, and rubbed her hand along my hair. "You realize I could make you a very powerful ruler, giving you your own domain, your own army You have so many qualities that most mortals never possess. I admire that about you. After seeing your strategic thinking and actions in both Amphipolis and Helicon, I quickly saw you are a capable ally. You would make an excellent commander for me. And besides, the fringe benefits aren't so bad.
"Xena and I are quite happy, thank you. I believe it has been your brother who has offered some of the same things to Xena, but she has always turned him down. We all know that Ares has "a thing" for her."
"Always turned him down? How can you be so sure?" I hated accusations against Xena from anyone, even Olympian goddesses. I knew that anything Xena did with Ares would only be a part of some plan for the moment.
"How are you here? I thought Xena killed you on Mt. Olympus. Did Ares restore your life when he regained his powers?" "You're partly right. My spirit can't die, nor my powers, and while I can't come back in the form of a mortal, I can live quite nicely in your subconscious mind. I've wanted you for a long time, Gabrielle. And what I want, I always
get. This doesn't have to be unpleasant. I intend to bring you to levels of absolute elation."
She had taken us to her bedchamber, the most magnificent setting. She had her servants draw a very warm bath. "Don't be shy. Join me for a bath. It doesn't have to go any farther than a bath if you aren't comfortable. Just be my guest for a little while. However, if you continue to turn me down, I don't have to remind you the chaos I could cause
for Xena. I can also give Eve a very hard road to travel." I felt such resentment towards Athena, but I had to protect my lover and child. Whatever it took.
She helped undress me, much to my discomfort. We both stepped into the luxurious bath. Candles illuminated the room, fresh flower petals floated beautifully on the water, rich wine flowed freely, and I was the object of her desire.
She was sitting to my left, but pulled me to sit in front of her, nestling my back against her naked body. She sat me between her legs, and began using the most sensuous massage strokes on my shoulders. "You are the one carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, Gabrielle. I'm surprised nobody notices your efforts. Xena gets all the glory." I
could feel her mound pressing against my ass, and she reached around from behind, caressing very softly my breasts, and then her hands traveled down my stomach, and then both hands continued down to discover the wetness that had descended.
She pulled me closer to her, and her hands were velvety soft and small. Xena had been the only woman to touch me before this. The natural reaction of my body gave my clit quite an erection. She kissed me along my ear and neck, moving her hands to my breasts and nipples. She ran her fingers through my center and came back up with enough
wetness to rub very lightly around and around my nipples. I felt myself lying back against her, and she said, "That's it just let me feel you. Let me give you absolute pleasure." I tried to keep my mind focused on Xena how I would never allow anyone to touch me because I was completely devoted my warrior. Athena then asked, "Why don't we
move to a more comfortable location " Stepping out of the tub, I just wanted this to end. Her servants wrapped me in a towel, and she excused them from the room. I was afraid I would have to go through making love with Athena to ensure Xena and Eve remained unharmed.
She led me by the hand to her bed. It was a breathtaking scene. The silk, the décor in the room-- it was unlike any setting I had ever seen. "I'm not going to hurt you, Gabrielle. Just let me touch you." She backed me down onto the bed and opened up my towel. "You look incredible." She began licking me from my mouth all the way down to my
throbbing center. She moved so slow and sensuous, moaning with her obvious approval. She kissed me up and down my stomach, and then finally dipped a finger into my lips, moving back and forth very slowly, moving around my clit in circles and strokes. I felt myself losing my bearings. Sitting up, I told her, "I can't do this. I love Xena. She is the only one I can love." In her matter-of-fact voice she said, "Very well then. I will be patient, but I will have you."
The next thing I realized Xena was rubbing my back, asking me if I was okay. I didn't want her to have any idea of what I had just been through how real it seemed. It was still dark outside. I turned over, and Xena reached out to touch my stomach. I
yanked away and still don't know why. Was it because I felt so dirty for almost being with someone else? For the pleasure the dreams were giving my body? I immediately saw what I had done, and my reflex was to pull Xena close and be covered by her. I held tightly against me, and hid my face and cried. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. She took care of me the rest of the night, letting me sleep and just lying awake and watching me. I didn't know how I was going to explain, but I definitely had every intention of remaining faithful to Xena.
The next morning, I woke up and decided Xena must have gone off to get breakfast. I got dressed and went outside the cave to considered starting a new scroll. It was a beautiful clear morning, and I began to think maybe I had been overreacting. I didn't have one dream about Athena the rest of the night. Of course, there's such protection when you warrior princess is guarding you.
She brought in quails' eggs, and my stomach was definitely ready for food. She smiled so beautifully and said, "You seem like you feel better this morning." "Yeah, I think I've just been dealing with so much about Helicon and I haven't been myself. I'm sorry, Xena." "You don't owe me any apologies. I'm just glad you are better." I hoped she was right.
Our trip to the next town went smoothly and at a slow pace. We cut through the forest saving several miles of walking. The forest was very quiet and shaded, and since I had woken up very horny and had mad missed being with Xena, I acted quickly, trying to catch her off guard and pinned her to a tree. "I want to make up for cutting you off last night." I spread her thighs apart, feeling of her muscular legs from top to bottom. I began touching her very lightly. She was breathing very hard. When I shoved my hardened tongue into her center and starting licking her sex from top to bottom, the juices flowed almost instantaneously. I rubbed her wetness all over my face, my tongue changing to meet her need at the moment. "Do you want me inside you, Xena?" I had become so horny. "Yes .." was all she could say. I looked up directly at her, and thought how
beautiful this creature is. I slid 3 fingers inside her core, and she was very slick. There was no way I could ever want anyone else, and Athena's dream appearances had made me even more determined to hold onto what Xena and I shared.
I pleasured her for what should have seemed like an eternity, but felt all too brief. Finally, when I paused to catch my breath, she looked down into my eyes. Her hair was soaked, and she moved my hair out of my eyes. "What has gotten into you, my precious Gabrielle?" My heart sank, because I almost felt like I was hiding an affair. Even though I didn't love anyone else, it bothered me that anyone but Xena was in my dreams. I couldn't control Athena's appearance in my dreams, and I didn't know how to put an end to it. Maybe it was going to put an end to me. "I just love you so much, Xena. My body and my desire for you never are filled."
I didn't want this deep conversation to ruin the beautiful day, so I casually dropped the subject and we left the forest by midday. On our way to the next town, Xena had been very quiet. I could tell she wanted to talk about what was going on with me. "Gabrielle, tell me what's really wrong. Why haven't you been able to sleep, and when you do sleep, you're always waking upset and withdrawn. I think I may know what you're going through."
Xena always knows me. She may not know exactly what the problem may be, but she has a perfect sense of me and how I am feeling. She led us to a nearby stream so Argo could drink and we could sit and talk. She told me about her experience of dreaming of someone, someone whom had done nothing but hurt our relationship and us ever since we had known her. Callisto.
Telling me her experience, I just sat beside her in awe, not believing what I was hearing. The woman responsible for murdering my husband of one day and for nearly killing Xena more than once had made love to my soul mate-dream or no dream. I had never had hatred in my heart for any one person more than I had for Callisto. Especially now. But Xena was right; she was only there in a dream. And Callisto had also found redemption and then caused Eve to be born to us. She had hurt me worse than anyone, but had made me happier than anyone with the birth of our beautiful daughter. As Xena talked, she lost herself in the story, telling me every detail and even crying through parts. I held her close, and told her it was okay. Sometimes just because we have a dream doesn't mean it's something we want ourselves. I could only look at the ground, and Xena gently asked me, "Gabrielle, what's going on?"
All I could feel was shame. I would never choose to hurt Xena by even flirting with anyone else. I didn't welcome the appearances Athena had been making in my dreams, but I was dealing with something more than human. The force of her power was evident by the fact that I couldn't stop what was happening.
"Xena, it's Athena. She is tormenting my mind during my sleep, or what little sleep I get lately, threatening to make things bad for you and Eve if I don't obey her. I almost feel like I'm a victim of rape. She says she always gets what she wants, and she wants me."
Furious, Xena stood and said, "There's got to be something we can do. I will call on Ares!" "Yeah, but if you ask him for help, he will expect something in return, and I just can't handle that right now, Xena." She was clearly determined to find out what was going on. Maybe it was Ares behind it all.
I walked up behind Xena and buried my face in her back, wrapping my arms around her waist very tightly. "Please know that you are the only love for me, Xena. I didn't want to tell you any of this because I don't want to hurt you. I don't want this to happen any more than you do." Turning around and drawing me close, she said, "I know."
When we arrived at the next town, we checked into an inn, both of us feeling our mental exhaustion and sexual needs weighing more than what was comfortable. We took a wonderful bath, went downstairs for dinner, took a walk along the town, and turned in for an early but exciting night. We undressed kind of silently, just ready to connect heart, body and soul. We were determined that nobody or force would drive a wedge between our love.
I felt so vulnerable maybe more so than ever. I wanted Xena to take me and make love to me, to claim me as her very own. I wanted her to fuck me, to fill me inside and to experience my love for her in its entirety. I was lying on the bed, and Xena started crawling up the bed from the end. The look of passion in her eyes was magnificent-the power she was feeling even stronger. Like a lioness moving effortlessly to claim her prey, she knew that I needed her desperately. When she had straddled my thighs with her own, she leaned over me so that her breasts touched mine. She whispered in my ear, "Just close your eyes and let me touch every inch of your skin. Totally relax, and think of how much I love you."
My center flooded at her words. She was an incredible lover, sensing where she needed to be and what she needed to do in order for my body to completely disconnect from my mind. I was ready for her to consume me. The consumption I was looking for wasn't necessarily of lust. It was a consumption of our unity. I felt that I was hers. I wanted her to show me she wanted me more than anyone else. We both felt this sensation, and it cast a completely new light on our relationship, how we felt about each other, and about the love we were about to make. Sweet love. Nobody could ever take this away from us.
I arched my pelvis upward, to meet Xena's already saturated cunt, and the feeling of our walls rubbing together almost made me come immediately. I told her, "Hold yourself open." She was so warm and wet, making me wetter by the minute. She sat straight up on top of me, riding my movements beneath her, and my hands were on her breasts. She had her head thrown back, enjoying the movement and sensation we were feeling from being inside each other. "Can you feel me inside you, Xena?" "Mmmmm, yes. It's so good." She bent back down and started kissing me, all the while she was moving her lips against mine. I let her tongue find its desired path inside my mouth sucking her lips, biting her lips, and then she moved to my neck. The harder she sucked on my neck, the more my center craved her inside me. "I love you, Gabrielle. Let me change directions."
Xena turned around, facing the end of our bed, and spread her legs even farther apart. Holding herself up with her arms, she began fucking me, moving her hips so wildly, humping me. I touched her ass all over, and then moved my fingers beneath her
vagina so that I could feel her clit, and press on it hard as she pumped back and forth. Bringing her to an orgasm gave me such satisfaction. The speed of her movements increased, and I heard her say, "I'm going to come for you, Baby .you've got me,
and you always will." I could rub inside her lips and touch myself at the same time, and we both came with such force. She finally just leaned over my legs, laying her face against the bed. We didn't move for several minutes, and then she turned back
around and pulled me close to lie on her shoulder. "Athena has no room in our world, Gabrielle. Just go to sleep, know that I'm here, and I will never leave you." She covered us up, and I had a wonderful dream about marrying my warrior princess. She was breathtaking and valiant in black leather pants and a white silk shirt. How could any dream be better?