JEALOUSY

by Bongo Bear

November 16, 1997

The characters belong to MCA/Universal. The story belongs to me. Take note that the theme is
very dark and may be disturbing for some people. The story is a graphic depiction of sexual
behavior between adult women. The f word is used a couple of times. Please send any
comments toA href="mailto:[email protected]>Bongo_Bear



"Did you enjoy fucking him?" Xena's voice suddenly broke the
stillness.

"What?"

"Answer the question. Was it good for you? Did Perdicus do you
the way you like it?"

"Xena, why are you asking me this now?" Gabrielle turned to
look at her.

They were spooned together after having made love earlier. They
laid on their sides as they watched the camp fire burn down into
dying embers. Xena was idly caressing the bard's bare midriff
when her hand stopped moving. Despite the apparent tenderness
of the moment, her nagging concern unlocked itself from the back
of her mind and quickly fanned itself into a fiery rage. In the
flames of her heart, the anger melted and transformed.

"I want to know." Xena rolled the bard on to her back and then
she pulled herself over until she was crouching over and around
the smaller woman's supine form. She rested her weight on her
hands and knees. She didn't want any part of her body touching
Gabrielle. Not yet. The warrior's brilliant blue eyes,
smoldering and narrowed, stared down at the bard. She showed
her teeth with a feral grin, "I've wanted to know for a long
time."

Gabrielle stared back at her intently, silently. Her sea-green
eyes were wide with fear and something else. She knew that Xena
liked their lovemaking arduous and exhausting, even a little
dangerous, but this was something different. Her eyes watched
as Xena quickly rolled off her and sprang to her feet. The
warrior strode to where Argo was tethered and removed the saddle
bags. She dropped them near their bedroll and settled herself
back over the unmoving bard.

Xena bent down to kiss her tentatively. The kiss deepened.
Lips parted. Soon Xena's tongue was roughly thrusting into
Gabrielle's mouth. She didn't stop even when she could feel
Gabrielle struggling for breath. She didn't stop until she was
forcefully pushed away.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Stop it!"

"I don't want to stop it," the warrior said huskily. "You don't
really want me to stop, do you?" She quickly pinned Gabrielle's
wrists above her head. The bard stopped struggling immediately.
Xena bent to capture those soft lips like she was never going to
release them.

The warrior worked her other hand underneath Gabrielle's
sleeping shift. A slow, hot trickle flowed over her searching
fingers. She smeared the warmth over the soft flesh of
Gabrielle's inner thigh. She slowly stroked just the tips of her
fingers over the inflamed, furry cleft, not delving in. No, she
would wait until Gabrielle begged her.

The bard's passion melted like wax from a burning scented
candle. It flowed out freely, running down the cleft and
wetting the blanket under them. Gabrielle began to moan, "Xena
please .... quit teasing."

"I'll stop torturing you if you give yourself to me.
Completely. Like you gave yourself to Perdicus." Xena
whispered into the bard's ear, "Surrender to me." Gabrielle
answered with a shudder. Xena felt it against her cheek, along
her spine, and in her loins. She smiled triumphantly. "Well,
these are my terms."

She reached somewhere above Gabrielle's head for the saddle bag
and pulled out an object. She showed it to the bard and reveled
in her shocked expression.

"You thought you could hide this from me?" Xena twirled the
slim, glistening phallus with one hand. "Does it remind you of
what you've been missing? Does it remind you of him?"

She pushed herself away from Gabrielle and knelt by her side.

"Turn over," the warrior commanded. "Get up on your knees.
Bend over until your forehead touches the earth. Spread them.
More." The bard complied. "Yes, like that."

Xena exposed her to the cool night air. She could see the goose
bumps rising on the smooth skin. She slowly caressed the
offered mounds until the bumps smoothed back down into the
flesh. Then she brushed her fingers against the humid cleft.
She smelled the steamy heat rising. The bard was dripping.

Xena brought the phallus up against Gabrielle's sensitive
center. She moved deliberately and sensuously. She felt her
bard quiver with anticipation for what she was about to receive.
She rolled the phallus in the dark depths, saturating the slick
surface with the bard's passion. She briefly touched the clit,
teasing her relentlessly.

"Did he ask you how you wanted it?" Xena asked softly as she
gently stroked Gabrielle's back to calm her.

Gabrielle shook her head. The red gold shimmered in the dying
light.

"Did he take you like this?" Xena plunged the phallus in all at
once. She met little resistance. She smiled grimly as
Gabrielle grunted then sighed.

"I didn't hear you. Say it again." Xena probed deeper.

Gabrielle gasped out a 'yes'.

"How long did he take to make you come? Did he go slow and
easy?" Xena thrust into her smoothly, held it in for a moment,
then pulled out only to plunge back again. She steadily fucked
her with the grinding, aching patience of a grand inquisitor.
"Did you even come or was it just him?"

Gabrielle groaned and bucked against the welcome intrusion
filling her body. She felt Xena grasp her hips to steady her.
She felt the warrior's heat and her weight as Xena leaned in.

"Or did he take you hard and fast?" Xena breathed into the
bard's ear. She increased her pace to a furious urgency,
thrusting forcefully. She felt the tremors surging and growing
in the body beneath hers. She held on for dear life, not
wanting to lose control of the woman writhing beneath her. Not
wanting to lose control of herself.

As Gabrielle reached the point of no return, Xena murmured into
her ears, "Did you scream, Gabrielle? Whose name did you shout
out?" Xena drove hard one last time, twisting and going in deep.

"You, Xena!" Gabrielle collapsed as she came. "I called out to
you," she quietly sobbed into the blanket. The dust of the
earth clung wetly to her forehead. She laid spent and weary on
the blanket. The drying sweat cooled her until she began to
shiver.

"I know you did. Always knew you did," Xena whispered gently as
she laid another blanket over her lover and held her close. A
strange calmness settled over Xena as the rage burned down,
satiated and cooled. The rage retreated into the murky recesses
of Xena's mind and waited.


Finis





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