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non-compliance with this warning. Also, this story is a PWP (Plot?
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K-I-N-K. So sit back relax and enjoy!!!
AUTHOR'S WARNING:
just so ya know, this little piece is oh-so-politically incorrect .
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I was awake the instant the rooster crowed. I would have loved to
have wrung the scrawny little creature's neck, but I knew it wouldn't
do any good. Day after same day after same day it crowed the arrival
of another maddingly repetitious dawn. In fact, I'd already "killed"
it with my chakram several times but the godforsaken fowl crowed just
the same each morning. In fact, Joxer had been killed, Argo had been
killed, and yes, it's true, my beloved bard as well.
It wasn't so much the fact that I had to explain what was going on
to Gabrielle and Joxer every day or that they didn't believe we were
living the same day over and over again, but that everything was so
bloody predictable. At any given moment, I knew exactly what someone
would say and how they would say it. And where they would put their
hands, where they would put their feet and how they would draw their
sword. Being driven mad by the Furies had nothing on this kind of
insanity. This kind of madness was borne out of utter boredom. I'd
have to do something about that. A devious plan percolated in my
mind. An idea that would remain hidden in the deepest and darkest
corners of my soul. And I was certain to suffer the flames of
Tartarus as a result.
The first thing I did was rouse the stable boy from the rafters
and quickly scooted him out of the barn. I knew Joxer would arrive at
any moment but I'd worry about him when the time came. And as for
Argo, she'd seen me do worse. Much worse.
I stretched my arms above my head and peeled off my leather
garments. I crawled next to where my friend, Gabrielle, slept. She
looked so innocent and sublime in the early morning haze of first
light. I remembered back to when the Furies drove me to the brink of
insanity that ebbed and flowed with an undercurrent of unbridled
freedom. Unbeknownst to Gabrielle, my true feelings had peeked out
from behind the protective sheath of dementia.
I remembered when I tied her to a tree and the girl didn't even
try to escape. Of course, I'd had my broadsword at her throat at the
time, but still, through the gauzy fog of psychosis, I knew Gabrielle
was in no hurry to be released.
I watched the bard's deep and even breathing. I had held back on
my carnal desires for so long now that it was becoming second nature
to me. But in the face of my descent into madness, my formidable
self-discipline was rapidly fading. I placed my hand on Gabrielle's
taut abdomen, shaking the girl out of her deep slumber. A thousand
roosters wouldn't be able to rouse the bard, I noted with chagrin.
Finally, she opened her eyes, focussing in on my baby blues. I rested
one hand on her abdomen while I propped my weight on my elbow. It
took her less than a moment to realise that a wicked idea had
captured my fancy and she froze when she observed my nakedness.
"Xena, what's going on?" she asked, simultaneously fearful and
confused. My naked flesh pressed against her side and my ample
breasts melted into her arm. My calloused hand seared an imprint on
her stomach as distinct as a branding iron. She tried to get up but I
held her steadfast. I was not about to let her go free. I had made up
my mind. I was going to do this.
"Nothing," I said, "I'm just going to do what I've always wanted
to." My eyes roamed unabashedly over the mouth-watering curves of my
travelling companion and I took no effort to conceal my unspoken
hunger. She tried to get up, but when my ironclad grip anchored her
in place, she began to get angry. It amused me to no end that she
would resist me. Indeed, her desire for me had been as plain and
obvious as Apollo streaking across the sky each day. But up until
this day, in this never-ending crazy day, I had held back from her.
My new-found conscience didn't want to blemish her bright soul with
my tarnished one. Nevertheless, as I lost my grip on the foundation
of sanity, my conscience slithered away as well. The heat of my long
suppressed desires bubbled to the surface and ventured out into
heretofore unchartered waters.
"What's gotten into you? You don't seem yourself," she asked
perplexed.
"You're wrong," I answered. "I'm more myself than ever."
"Let me go, Xena," she whimpered. I knew she wanted me desperately
but in her romantic daydreams, she had probably not envisioned us
being in some smelly barn in Zeus-knew-what village. More likely, she
had imagined our first time would have been in a more idyllic setting
like a candle-lit tavern room or by a lake or river's edge. But most
certainly not here, not now, and especially not with Joxer, who had
promised to bring us the morning meal at first light, expected to
arrive at any moment. But no matter, he would be taken care of soon
enough.
"Uh uh," I replied, my eyes growing darker as the sky grew
lighter.
"I'm not kidding!" she cried, scrambling in vain to extricate
herself from my implacable stronghold.
A wolfish grin creased my lips. I was ready to devour her.
"Gabrielle, the more you struggle, the more I like it. But you knew
that, didn't you? You want to fight me because then I'll take you
just like you've always wanted. The sweet and virtuous bard gets
conquered by the depraved warrior. Isn't that one of your stories?
Wicked Warrior Princess Seduces Innocent Potedeian Bard?"
Gabrielle stopped her contortions but remained silent. The truth
of my words washed over her and I knew it was only a matter of time
before she was writhing beneath me and begging for more. But in the
meantime she played the game of resistance, and I was her eager
opponent.
"Joxer will be here any minute," Gabrielle warned. I knew she was
only trying to distract me but I refused her feeble invitation. Joxer
was of no concern to me at all.
"Don't tell me you don't want this, Gabrielle. Do you think I
don't notice how you catch a glimpse of my naked body when you think
I'm not looking?" I asked in a lascivious whisper, revelling in the
way her chest heaved in rhythm to my melodic words. I knew the song
of my voice could lull her to the brink of delirium. "Or how the
pulse of your neck palpitates?" I continued. "Don't you know I can
hear the thump of your heart beat and see how you pupils dilate when
I simply get too close to you? Sometimes I can even smell your
desire."
She turned away from me but not before I caught a glimpse of
apprehension on her face. An apprehension that I had discovered her
little "secret"? I wondered. Or was it simply a fear that all her
fantasies were about to come true.
My mouth turned up in a half-crooked smile. "You forget,
Gabrielle, I am a warrior. Highly trained to detect the slightest
change in your precious little body." She turned back towards me,
resigning herself to my commanding presence. I paused a moment to
lick my lips slow and sensuously. "Just like I can smell you right
now." Her eyes grew wide at my pronouncement but still she rebelled.
"Don't, Xena," she begged. "It's the gods. One of them put you up
to this. They want to see how far you can go," she reasoned. "They
want to see how far I'll go."
I was amazed that she still held on to a bare thread of
resistance. But it didn't matter. I would take her again and again
and the harder she fought me, the more I would enjoy it. That part of
me I had kept locked in a prison since the days when I ran reckless
and free as the Warrior Princess. Seducing any and all for my own
purposes. And back then, it mattered not whether they said yes or no.
I felt at ease allowing the demon to run wild on this day for I knew
I would be the only witness to the untamed monster. I knew tomorrow
the rooster would crow and my day would start all over again as if
nothing had happened at all.
In a moment of indiscretion, she spied the bluish purple bruise on
my neck. I clutched her chin in my calloused hand and our lips were
so close to touching, we took in the other's breath.
"What's the matter? Does that mark remind you of last night?"
She didn't answer, but shut her eyes in guilty defiance.
"I heard you, you know. You followed us. I told you once before
that even if I had an army around me, I would still know where you
were." The voluptuous barmaid had flirted with me the entire evening
and I took her up on her kind invitation. I had told Gabrielle I'd
meet her back at the barn but the little voyeur followed us when I
took the young barmaid to her quarters with a fierce passion I'd not
felt in years. Just the thought of Gabrielle watching and listening
spurred me on to give a grand performance. If the bard had only known
how I longed for the barmaid to be her and even pretended it was my
friend who writhed beneath me. When the girl left her passion mark,
well.... I did nothing to hide it.
"Stop, Xena, let me up," she pleaded with me again, this time
half-heartedly. She tried to move her head but I held fast. I know
she wanted me to kiss her but I withheld my attentions until she
asked me proper.
"You know what I think? I think you've wanted me since the first
day we met, but you just couldn't bring yourself to admit that you
desired such a cold-blooded killer. That's all I was when we met. You
know that. I know that. And so you waited, hoping that I'd take you
against your will. Hoping that---."
"No, Xena, that's not true," she protested.
I continued past her blatant lie. "I knew what you wanted from me
the first day we met, but I was on the path of redemption and
sidestepped what I knew would be an easy quarry. Oh, you tempted me
many many times but you forget how much discipline it takes to be a
warrior. The more you wanted me, the more I withdrew. But all it's
done is make you want for more. Well, you've paid your dues, my
little bard, it's time for me to collect."
Just then the barn door swung open, and Joxer appeared. "Rise and
shine, everyone, rise and�" The screeching sound of my chakram filled
the expansive barn. It whacked a beam near the entrance, falling on
the shocked and befuddled dimwit. He toppled to the ground in a heap,
goose eggs splattering around him.
"Well, I guess Joxer won't be rescuing anyone anytime soon," I
announced with a smirk.
I heard Gabrielle sigh inaudibly.
I retrieved my black whip from my belongings and bound the bard's
wrists together, then fastened them securely to a nearby post. The
bard never looked so scrumptious, I mused. By design, her pose was an
offering to me.
"Don't go anywhere," I admonished.
I rose to my feet and lifted the beam off Joxer and used it to bar
the entrance from further intrusion. Stepping around his unconscious
form, I strolled back to Gabrielle and leered at the delicious prize
waiting for me. I reached for my broadsword and unsheathed the mighty
weapon from its home. I examined the shiny blade with a trained eye,
searching for any new nicks that would need to be honed down later.
In the dawn of early light, I paced myself through a few basic
drills of swordplay, slicing the blade through the air with skilled
precision. I worked up a sweat that left a thin sheen of moisture on
my skin as my muscles rippled with preternatural ease in a
magnificent tempo. Gabrielle's intent and hungry gaze did not go
unnoticed as I danced in tune to a pulsating rhythm from the gods.
Finally, I stopped and kneeled between the legs of my prey.
"Did you like that?" I asked Gabrielle, who tried her best to
squirm away me. Once more, she defiantly turned her head away from
me.
"Let me go, Xena. You don't want to do this," Gabrielle said
quietly. I was astounded by her continued resistance but she was
wrong. I did want to do this. However, I dismissed her idea that the
gods were playing a cruel trick to make me act this way. I knew
better. The demon permeating my soul had merely been dormant for a
very long time.
"Oh, I can't stop now, Gabrielle. We're not finished. I asked if
you liked that?"
"Yes," came the simple reply.
"I know you did, little bard. I've seen you watch me fight. I've
seen how your eyes light up with passion even when I'm simply
practising my craft. There's something about this sword that entices
you, isn't there? What is it? The blade, the craftsmanship, the
handle?" I held up my precious weapon that had been my most trusted
friend for countless years. But it was more than that, it was an
extension of my very being.
Her eyes grew wide but she didn't answer. She merely swallowed the
giant lump that had formed in her throat. I knew that lump signalled
the words she long to utter. Words of encouragement and confession.
Words that simply yearned for me to take her. But she remained
silent, hoping that I'd give voice to her yearnings. I knew
eventually, I would.
I reached for the green fabric that housed her soft mounds. I had
dreamed for so long of touching them, caressing them, and fondling
them but even as my eyes feasted on them, I could hardly believe the
moment of truth had come. With my sharpened sword and the surety of a
steady hand, I sliced the middle her cloth and released her breasts
from their prison. They sprang free as Gabrielle heaved in deep
gasping breaths.
"Don't do this, Xena!" she panted, but her feeble pleas rang
hollow in the spacious barn.
I crouched over her torso as my mouth brushed lightly against her
satiny skin.
"What, Gabrielle? Don't do this?" I asked as my tongue grazed her
skin close to a nipple that instantly saluted to attention.
"Or this?" I continued. My tongue skimmed the tip of her nipple
causing her to moan in response. She arched her back towards me,
desperate for more sustained and firmer contact, but I pulled away,
leaving her breathless for more.
I laid down next to Gabrielle and wrapped a strong arm across the
top of her chest, ignoring her sensitive breasts for the moment.
"You know what I think, my sweet and innocent bard?" I murmured in
her ear. "I don't think you want to get away from me at all. You want
to wait until you don't have a single drop of resistance left. But
that won't stop me. I've suppressed this part of me for too long. And
even if you got away, you wouldn't get very far. But you don't really
want to get away from me, do you?"
"Xena, this is crazy," she insisted, but her erratic panting
betrayed her protesting words. In some ways she was no different than
the endless line of women and men who paraded through my tent. But I
had never met one who had wanted me so badly and yet refused me so
avidly. Suddenly, I wanted her more than anyone I'd ever wanted
before. I knew it was merely a matter of time before her fanciful
defences crumbled.
"Hmm, let me test the waters," I teased. "Does Gabrielle want to
stay or does she want me to let her go?" I slipped my hand beneath
her short skirt and past her thin breeches. A flood of liquid gushed
onto my fingers with a resounding no. It was clear that Gabrielle
most assuredly did not want to go anywhere.
"I'd say this is a definite no," I advised her. I brought my
finger to my lips. It was coated with the shiny evidence of truth. I
leisurely sampled the passion juice, then offered my finger to my
willing captive. She sucked hungrily, cleaning her juices off my long
tapered digit. I removed my finger from her mouth and smothered her
pliant lips with my own. My tongue pushed inside searching for the
path of least resistance. I found it as she melted under my furious
assault, taking whatever fire I had to give her.
She squirmed under my savage fury. Suddenly, my hands were
everywhere at once, squeezing her breasts with relentless abandon and
tweaking her nipples in painful spurts. One hand made its way to her
skirt and I ripped it and her britches off in one quick motion,
leaving her as naked as the day she was born. My fingers found their
way to her molten entrance and I slipped inside as easily as my sword
slipped inside its sheath.
I moaned in pleasure that I had produced such an effusive
response. I travelled down the landscape of her delectable curves
making sure to explore every hill and valley. Her skin erupted into
tiny goose bumps and I licked her flesh clean of the film of sweat
that covered her. I reached the taut muscles of her abdomen and
dipped into the tiny cave centred there. I brushed my cheek against
the coarse hairs of her triangle, not quite believing that I was
about to invade the land of her sweet ambrosia. I licked her muscled
thighs that guarded her flooded cave and wiped away the juices that
spilled over. She spread her legs invitingly and I was powerless to
resist her. I buried my mouth between her honeyed apex as if
searching for lost treasure. Surely the nectar of the gods couldn't
have tasted any sweeter. Her groans of ecstasy were a siren call to
me and I was compelled to accommodate her carnal demands. Her liquid
fire smeared my face as I immersed myself deeper and deeper into her
well of passion. She struggled against the restraint on her wrists
and swayed in rhythm to my persistent appetite.
"Xena!" she panted, when I discovered her pearl of passion. I
mercilessly whipped my tongue across its head again and again,
bringing her to the edge of ecstasy and back again. Finally, she
could take no more and her long pent up desire erupted like a
steaming geyser from the ocean floor.
Gabrielle sucked in long gasping breaths as I kissed my way up her
body. My own thirst needed to be quenched and my sopping mound
lathered my quivering thighs. I reached under her body and cupped her
ample buttocks in my capable hands. I moved her toward me and angled
her pubis toward my own.
"Lift up," I grunted, my body trembling with anticipation. I was
desperate to connect with Gabrielle in the most intimate of ways.
With a concerted effort and a few misfires, we finally managed to
lock on to each other as our honeyed triangles became one.
"Ahhhhh," I screamed on contact. It was as if one of Zeus'
lightening bolts had struck us and careened its way across and
through every part of our beings. Slowly but steadily I moved against
her and she followed my lead in this electric dance. It was sheer and
utter bliss. If I was to be dammed to Tartarus forever for this, so
be it, I reasoned. It was well worth the entrance fee. Any other
thought fled my mind as the friction between us built to a fevered
pitch. Faster and faster I moved against her and she against me.
Finally, a euphoric cry escaped my lips as a wave of fire completely
engulfed us, scorching each and every nerve ending in its wake.
I held her for a long time as I regained some semblance of
control. I wasn't done with the little bard just yet. But first, I
had to take care of one minor detail. Somewhere during our
lovemaking, I had heard Joxer regain consciousness and noted the
unmistakable sound of him pleasuring himself. I wasn't about to stop
making love to Gabrielle, but it encouraged me to give him a good
show knowing he would just have to eat his heart out. Gabrielle was
mine.
I left her momentarily and strode over to where Joxer lay. He was
curled on his side, facing towards the door with his back to us. No
doubt to conceal his self-absorbed activities, I surmised. I nudged
his side, smirking at his lame attempt to pretend he was still
unconscious.
"Get up," I said quietly. When he didn't budge, I kicked his side
to get his attention. I didn't have the patience for his little game.
"Ow!" he yelped.
"I said, get up!" I growled. He fumbled with his pants
momentarily, then stood to face me. Suddenly, the floor held great
intrigue for him. It was obvious he had no idea where to look as I
stood completely shorn of clothing and exuded the after glow of
lovemaking. He was literally shaking in his boots, and no doubt his
rock-hard member was distracting him as well. I knew he had seen Meg
in the nude but she was no match for the smouldering heat of this
Warrior Princess. I knew with just one look I could make him cream
his pants. He tried to avert his eyes but he looked beyond me as he
caught the vision of Gabrielle tied to the post. He whimpered at the
sight before he realised I was talking to him.
".......to get lost, Joxer. And don't come back until morning. And
don't bother hanging around outside or you'll be very sorry," I said
menacingly. "I know you have a thing for Gabrielle, but...." I turned
and extended my arm in a wide expanse, "as you can see, she's mine."
He glanced up for a final brief moment, no doubt savouring the vision
for future reference. Nonetheless, he was smart enough not to stare
for long lest he not survive the experience.
"Now, go!" I ordered.
Awkwardly, he stumbled out of the barn.
I turned to Gabrielle, who was rapidly growing impatient.
"You didn't want him to stay, didn't you?" I teased. "I mean, we
could have tortured the bumbling fool to death, if you're into that
sort of thing."
"No, no. Thanks for getting rid of him," she grinned.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't object. I wouldn't want you to be
thinking about anyone but me. Now, where were we? Ah yes, I believe
you wanted this." I reached for my sword discarded in the wake of our
frenzied lovemaking. I spied my image in the reflective metal and
gave myself a little smirk. A depraved thought flitted through my
mind and I easily imagined making love to Gabrielle day after same
day after same day.
"Xena, can you untie me? I want to touch you," Gabrielle asked
demurely. "Please?"
She asked me so sweetly, who was I to refuse? I set my sword aside
for the time being and unwound the secured tethers of my whip, gently
massaging her wrists to bring some warmth to her hands. Breathlessly,
she pulled my body down on top of her and her hands wandered all over
me in an erratic pattern. They massaged my back and travelled down to
my generous buttocks as she grinded her mound against my thigh. Her
back arched to meet me and her groaning drowned out any coherent
thought I had. We were lost in a whirlwind of pure rapture. She
grabbed a handful of my hair and her hungry mouth found my own.
"Fuck me," she moaned. I almost didn't hear her in between the
delirious cries of passion. But I did. The heat inside me rose to
boiling and I wanted nothing more than to burrow into the core of her
very being. But I wanted the hilt of my sword to do the talking and I
knew she'd be an eager listener.
"With what, baby?" I coaxed. "My finger? My tongue? The hilt of my
sword?" The last suggestion drove her into a renewed frenzy and her
hips bucked wildly against me in an urgent plea.
"So which one will it be, Gabrielle?" I taunted.
"Please, Xena, don't tease me..." she pleaded.
"Well, I can't read your mind, can I? Aren't you bards supposed to
be good with words? So tell me, what do you want?"
In answer, she groped for my cherished weapon beside us.
"Please," she begged.
"Ah, it's my sword, you want, is it?"
"Yes, please, Xena, I need you."
The sound of Orpheus' lyre couldn't have been more divine. I
squeezed my hand over hers on my imposing weapon. I groaned in
response to her whispered pleas. If this was so wrong, I didn't want
to be right.
I steered my decorative handle between her legs as she spread
herself to accommodate my gentle probe. I traced the bulb of the
shaft along her flooded opening. It easily slid along her swollen
lips until it sank deeper and deeper inside her. I pushed inside with
a smooth and decisive force as she arched her back to greet me. I
increased my tempo and held her steady. She became a wild woman and
her feral screams reverberated throughout the wooden room. I was
certain the entire town could hear her amorous cries, but I cared
not. Neither Zeus nor all the gods on Mount Olympus could stop me
now. All I could focus on was the pleasure I was giving Gabrielle and
the intense response she gave me. There was nothing more adorable
than to have my beloved bard wriggling beneath me urging me on.
She was nearing her climax and I held her close to me, my hand
pumping at a furious pace. I leaned up to watch the contortions on
her face and I wanted to see the moment of nirvana pass over her.
Sweat poured from my brow and dripped onto her slick skin. Our hair
was as soggy as if we'd just emerged from of the Alconian lake.
"Come for me," I commanded and she let loose with a final wail. It
was a wail so loud, I was sure it would raise the dead.
Her body arched in one long shudder and finally she relaxed into
the hay. I eased my strokes into a final stop, slowly withdrawing my
sword from its luxurious quarters.
I held her close to me and painted her face with tiny kisses. She
squeezed me tight and I never wanted the moment to end.
Unfortunately, I knew the moment had to end and indeed it did. I knew
we had the rest of the day to explore each other's secrets but then
the night would overtake us, and soon after that, the rooster would
crow the dawning of a new day. The same never-ending new day.
As I closed my eyes to sleep, I wondered if could I bring myself
to unfurl the tapestry of my tormented soul when this nightmare was
over. That question ricocheted in my mind like a bouncing chakram
until the dreams of Morpheus claimed me.
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I was awake the instant the rooster crowed and found Gabrielle
buried in the hay next to me. Again I asked myself the question I had
brooded over the night before. Could I confess my secrets to
Gabrielle? I didn't know. All I knew was that today was a new dawn.
The same new dawn as yesterday.
The End....AGAIN.
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