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WARNING:
No real plot to speak of. There are displays of graphic sex between consenting adults and dirty language. If this type of story offends you, or you are not old enough to read it, please stop reading now.
I hope you all enjoy.


The Tavern

by Cousin Lizl





As Gabrielle crossed the establishment's threshold, she immediately  
regretted not listening to Xena. But Hades if she was going to let the  
warrior get away with treating her like some kind of a child.
She might have understood if Xena had said it was too dangerous for
her to come along, or that the bard was needed for something more  
important. But to be brushed off with a remark that she was not old  
enough to go made the young girl fume.  

Ever since they had found out who was holding the young women  
and men from the village of Pelinni captive, the warrior had been  
distant. She had told Gabrielle they had been captured to be sold  
as slaves, but the bard felt there was more to it than that. And try as  
she might, she could not get the reticent warrior to go into any  
greater detail.  

The bard took another step into the noisy room and looked around.
She was surprised to find the place so lavishly decorated.
Richly appointed sofas lined the walls while highly polished tables
were scattered about. From the exterior, it looked like any of the
other numerous taverns she and Xena had frequented. But this was
no regular tavern. What first caught the bard's eye was the young
girl wearing nothing but a black collar and a smile dancing on top of
a table in the middle of the room. From her looks, Gabrielle
would have bet her last dinar the girl was even younger than herself.
But what made the young girl's jaw drop open in disbelief were
the numerous couples and groups engaged in sex within full view
of other patrons. There was every kind of pairing and positions  
assumed, both imaginable and un-imaginable for the bard.  

Gabrielle's eyes riveted on three women using a sofa on the
far right. A small blonde-haired girl was sitting on the sofa, her
legs spread wide. All she wore were white stockings and a black collar.
An older woman wearing a rich black satin dress was on all fours
in front of her. The little blonde had her head thrown back as the
older woman enthusiastically buried her head further in to the
blonde's cunt. Another young blonde girl, also wearing a black collar,
was kneeling behind the older woman. From their angle Gabrielle  
couldn't be sure, but it appeared to her the young blonde was 
fucking the older woman up the ass. Gabrielle was well aware
that women had sex. You don't visit the Amazons for any length of
time without realizing that fact. It was just that the bard had
never actually seen women together. And especially not more than two
at a time.  

Gabrielle felt the moisture starting to build between her legs and  
realized with a start that she was thinking about Xena. She loved  
the warrior so much it hurt. But Xena never seemed to notice her.
At least not as a woman and especially not as a lover. Her  
fantasy was always the same. Long arms holding her tight
while strong, sure fingers touched her *everywhere*. The warrior
would sweep her off her feet and they'd make passionate love all
night long. Simple really. All she had to do was get Xena to see her
as more than a naive village girl. Even if that was what she really
was.  

The bard tore her eyes away from the sweating and thrusting  
threesome and scanned the room for Xena. Scantily clad women  
and men serving drinks and food wove their way between the tables.

Gabrielle peered over the crowd to the back of the room and
thought she saw Xena. She wasn't completely sure, as the warrior's
face was obscured by the back of another woman. The bracered
forearm that suddenly wrapped itself around the woman's back though
gave the bard little doubt.  

Gabrielle began to weave her way through the crowd. As she
made her way past the second table her eyes bugged out as a large
arm wrapped itself around her from behind, and a hand latched  
possessively onto her right breast. Before she could react,
Gabrielle was spun around and pushed down into an empty chair.

"Hmm... what do we have here? You're new," the woman warrior cooed
as she bent over a shocked bard. Her mouth was inches from claiming  
Gabrielle's lips when she suddenly stopped. Her breath caught
and a hush fell on the room as she felt the blade of a dagger biting
into her throat. As the blade pushed further into her flesh drawing
blood,  she slowly backed off Gabrielle and stood up.  

A low menacing voice from behind her growled, "She's mine.
Hands  off." The warrior woman turned to see cold blue boring into her.

 Xena sent her elbow crashing into the warrior's face, knocking her  
out cold. All eyes were on Xena now, and she knew it. She  
contemplated her next action, knowing that if Gabrielle resisted,
the charade she was conceiving would be over before it began. But
the bard was here now, and Xena knew of only one way to protect
her from the lecherous hands of the other patrons.  

Turning to Gabrielle, she extended her hand. The bard hesitated,  
seeing the fire that still burned in the warrior's eyes. Xena grabbed  
her by the wrist and hauled her to her feet, pulling her roughly into a  
tight embrace. Their eyes met for just a moment before the warrior's  
mouth descended onto Gabrielle's lips. Xena felt the startled
girl resist and she deepened the kiss, her powerful arms allowing
the girl no chance of escape. The warrior soon felt tentative hands
on her upper arms, and thrust her tongue past the bard's lips
claiming her mouth with fierce voracity. Gabrielle closed her eyes
and surrendered into Xena's body. She had always wondered what
it would be like to kiss her friend. She just never thought it would
be in a room filled with strangers. Xena felt the bard's submission
and realized she finally had the answer to the one question that
had plagued her mind for many moons. There *was* hope for them.  

The patrons watched as Xena then proceeded to claim the
young  girl's left ear. "What in Tartarus do you think you're doing here?"
the warrior snarled into her ear. "I thought I told you to wait for
me."  

 Xena's wet lips brushed Gabrielle's ear and the young girl  
shuddered, the warrior's terse words and powerful presence
boring into her soul. "I... I..." the bard was unable to form a
coherent thought, the length of Xena's body pressed up against her,  
overwhelming her senses.   

"Well, now that you're here... follow my lead, and do exactly what
I say. Our lives may very well depend on it." Xena would have  
preferred to leave right away, getting Gabrielle as far away
as possible. But the little show they had just put on left her with
no alternatives. Xena kept her right arm protectively around the
bard's waist and walked back to her table. The warrior made sure her
look as she passed the patrons left no doubt in their minds that the
young girl was definitely taken. Gabrielle, still too shaken to
fully comprehend what was going on, went quietly along.  

Xena wished now that she had been willing to tell her young
friend the real reason she left her behind. She had told Gabrielle that
she was meeting with the slavers at a tavern and had hoped to get
in their good graces to learn where the villagers were being held.

What she neglected to tell the bard was that the "tavern" she
was visiting was in reality a notorious den of decadence. And the
two "slavers" were actually the owners, who used the captured
women and men as sex slaves. Xena knew what she'd have to do
to "fit in," and it was not something she had been comfortable 
discussing with her naive friend.  

"Why Xena, what do you have there?" Cassandra asked as she
looked disapprovingly at Gabrielle. "I didn't think you went for the  
scrawny type?" she mused.  

The bard's face clouded over and she was about to put this *woman*
in her place when she suddenly felt a large hand slip under her skirt
and grab a handful of her butt. "YEOW!!" she cried as she jumped
from the hard pinch. She whirled to see the warrior's eyes twinkling
at her.  

"I thought you *liked* my love pats. You weren't complaining about  
them last night from what I remember. As a matter of fact, I recall  
you begging for more." The warrior's hand made contact again  
causing Gabrielle to jump into her. The older woman pulled the  
bard against her, her teeth sinking into the soft skin of Gabrielle's  
neck. The bard moaned, surprised how the pain she was experiencing
from Xena's teeth was translating to a throbbing between her legs.
As the warrior brushed her lips past the young girl's ear she whispered,
"Obey me." Gabrielle felt a spasm shoot through her as her body instantly
agreed.  

"Quite a filly you've got there," commented Acacia.  

"Yeah, never a dull moment," Xena quipped.  

A very dejected looking young girl could not hold her tongue any longer. "I
thought you said you liked me?" the curly haired brunette asked as she
sidled up to Xena. The top buttons of her dress were open, and her ample
bosoms spilled out over the straining material.

Gabrielle noticed that she too was wearing a black collar.  

"I like you just fine," the warrior purred as she turned from the
bard and eyed the sweet flesh. The young girl's eyes brightened and
she quickly closed the distance between them, making sure to
capture Xena's thigh between her legs. She groaned loudly as she
rubbed herself against the warrior's body.  

"Then what are you doin' with that scrap of a girl?" The young girl,  
only a few inches shorter than Xena, stood on tip-toe and wiggled  
her breasts in the warrior's face. "You were enjoyin' yourself just
a minute ago," she pouted. "You *know* I'd do *anything* for you."
The brunette saw the lust in the warrior's eyes and boldly wrapped  
her hand around Xena's neck, gently pulling the warrior's face
into her heaving bosom. "Yes, that's right... I'm yours.. all yours..."  

Xena wrapped her left hand in the young girl's hair and roughly  
jerked her head back, delighting in the way the two large mounds
of flesh perked up to attention. She buried her face between the  
delicious pair, reveling in the feel of the young skin against her  
cheeks. Her right hand though, had never left the bard's lower
back,  where she continued to gently stroke the soft skin. The
warrior slid her mouth to the left and captured the girl's right nipple
between her teeth, biting and twisting on the hard puckered flesh. At
the same time, she ran her nails up and back down Gabrielle's spine,
elated in the small gasp she heard from behind her.  

Gabrielle, whose back was to the back wall of the room, took the  
opportunity to quietly slide her arm behind herself and interlace
her fingers with Xena's. With what the warrior could only assume was
a bit of jealousy mixed with desire, the bard urged their hands lower,  
until Xena's hand was wrapped around a well defined piece of ass.

The warrior chuckled into the girl's breast as she realized she had  
been out-maneuvered. There was no denying the brunette's breasts  
were tasty, but the thought of even the slightest possibility of burying  
her face in her best friend's cunt was enough to detach her from her  
current feast. The young girl whimpered in defeat as Xena gave her  
one last searing lip-lock before pressing a couple of dinars into her  
palm and sending her on her way.  

"Is there anything wrong with our merchandise?" Acacia asked as  
she started to rise. "I will have her *reprimanded*. You may even  
do it yourself if you so desire. I remember how you used to take  
pleasure in meting out a little discipline." Acacia smiled at a long  
ago memory. "Remember how we'd sometimes take turns? You  
were *spectacular* to watch." Xena could hear Gabrielle's breath  
catch from behind her and the warrior's heart quietly broke.

This was the other reason she hadn't wanted Gabrielle along. She
didn't think the young girl was ready to hear about her more
notorious sexual exploits. "I told you someday I'd own a place of
my own,"  

Acacia continued, the warrior's finely chiseled features belying none  
of her true feelings. Acacia swept her arm out in front of herself and  
smiled at Cassandra. "We've really made a name for ourselves.

"Only the best."  

"No, that's quite alright," Xena assured her. "Your merchandise is  
superior in every way. I simply have a taste for Amazon this  
evening."  

"Amazon?!" Cassandra queried as she eyed Gabrielle warily.

"Isn't she-"  

"Oh, she's an Amazon all right."  

"I always thought they'd be impossible to train," Cassandra interjected.  

"Yes, but you're talking to Xena. If anybody can train an Amazon,"  

Acacia proudly replied, "it'd be her."  

"Well, it has been interesting," the warrior confided, as she took her  
seat on the bench along the back wall. Gabrielle sat to the warrior's  
right and yelped as two fingertips suddenly dug into the soft flesh  
just behind her chin, forcing her to quickly jump to her feet. "I don't  
recall telling you to sit!" the warrior barked at her. Xena saw a tear  
begin to form in the young girl's eye and she gave the bard an icy  
cold stare that effectively dried her tear ducts up immediately.

"You'll have to excuse her. She's a rather new acquisition of mine," 
the warrior said as she turned from Gabrielle and gave her two table
mates an apologetic look.  

"It does appear that you have your work cut out for you," Cassandra  
prompted.  

"Yes, it does appear that way," the warrior mused as she ran the  
back of her finger up the bard's thigh. "But I do plan on enjoying  
myself," she added, as her hand disappeared under the girl's skirt.

Gabrielle squeezed her eyes shut, trying hard to ignore her best  
friend's roaming fingers. Part of her, mainly the part between her  
legs, insisted on focusing on those long, strong fingers and wished  
the warrior would throw her down on the table top and take her
right now, right in front of everybody. The other part of her, which
was growing weaker by the minute, was horrified at the thought of
such a public spectacle.  

Xena was lucky. Her roaming hand had so distracted the bard,
that Gabrielle had missed the entire conversation the three women
had about the 'good old days.' And that was fine with the warrior.

She knew that by the time all of this was over, the bard was going to
be privy to a side of the warrior that Xena had hoped she could have  
kept neatly hidden from her best friend. She was afraid that adding  
the exploits of a wild and sexually domineering warlord would have  
been more than the young girl could take.  

Their conversation had been interrupted by the appearance of two  
lovely young women serving dinner and drink. The young girls  
remained standing there afterwards, patiently waiting to be  
dismissed. "I hope you enjoy your meal," Cassandra said to Xena.

"And if there's anything I can get you, please don't hesitate to ask."   

The warrior nodded in acknowledgment. Acacia nonchalantly  
reached out and pulled the blonde serving girl onto her lap.
She positioned her so the young girl was sitting sideways, one
leg draped over the arm of the chair and the other dangling down  
between the older woman's legs.  

Gabrielle watched, both repulsed and fascinated as Acacia
casually slid her right hand under the girl's short skirt. She could
tell by the small whimper that escaped the young girl's mouth exactly
where that hand was headed and what the fingers must have been doing.

The bard noticed that Acacia was stroking the young girl slowly,  
almost absentmindedly, as she continued her conversation. It was  
not the frenzied sex the bard was seeing at most of the other tables.

Gabrielle made eye contact briefly with the young girl, and the bard  
was saddened by the vacant, lost look in the young girl's soulless  
eyes. She averted her eyes, upset that such innocent young women  
and men were being used so callously. The bard wondered what  
she would do if she ever found herself in the same predicament.

Her mind told her that her natural instinct would be to fight, and  
maybe these slaves had. At first. But Gabrielle could not begin to  
imagine what they must have been through to break their minds
as well as their spirit to allow themselves to be so degraded. Her
mind flashed back on to her own dilemma and the bard tried to
convince herself that her current status with Xena was entirely
different.

She knew Xena was treating her this way to protect her. The warrior
had told her more than once that she would do whatever was necessary  
to keep her safe. But in Gabrielle's wildest dreams, this scenario  
had never presented itself.  

A hard smack on the back of the bard's left thigh quickly brought  
Gabrielle's attention back to Xena. "Are you daydreaming again?"  
 the warrior asked sarcastically, in sharp contrast to the soothing  
massage she was now applying to Gabrielle's reddening thigh.  

The bard lowered her eyes and responded quietly, "Yes Mistress.
I'm sorry."  

 Xena had to bite her lip in order not to laugh at the title the bard
had bestowed upon her. "Well, don't let it happen again." She  
massaged the girl's thigh a little longer, pleased that Gabrielle
was leaning into her caresses. The warrior removed her hand and  
tugged at the hem of the girl's skirt. "I had told you to sit down,"  

Xena informed her. "Sit." The bard quickly complied.  

With her left hand Xena began to eat her meal, which the
bard quickly realized was made up entirely of bite sized finger
food, while the warrior draped her right arm around Gabrielle's neck.
Her hand hung languidly down the bard's front, her fingers playing with
the edge of the girl's halter near her right breast. Gabrielle closed
her eyes as the feel of warm callused fingers gliding slowly against
her soft skin sent a shiver through her body. The warrior smiled  
inwardly as she felt the bard respond to her inquiring touch.  

Xena proceeded to slip just the tips of her fingers under the edge
of the girl's halter, and was startled by the sigh that escaped her
best friend's lips. Gabrielle leaned back against the strong arm
that surrounded her, trying desperately to quell her body's craving
to arch her back and offer her flesh to the warrior. Her need to
feel Xena touch her was tempered with her uncertainty as to whether
the attention her body was receiving was entirely for show, or
whether some of it was the warrior's true feelings finally being
revealed.  

The moment Xena had found out the true destination of the  
kidnaped villagers, she had decided to keep the bard out of
her plans. And in the days leading up to tonight's meeting, the
warrior had wrestled with thoughts of what she would do. She had
been concerned about how Gabrielle would react to such a place, as
well as to what the warrior might have to do to solve the problem.
Xena knew that if she showed up on her own, she would be offered
a young girl that she could not refuse. And the warrior was
uncertain if she *could* refuse such an offer. It had been so long
since she had lain with another woman. Since Gabrielle had come into
her life, Xena had been content to indulge herself in fantasies of her  
young friend. But fantasies didn't quell the slow simmering desires  
that were aching inside her.  

Xena slid her fingers slightly further under the bard's halter, and  
marveled at the exquisite softness that was Gabrielle. To anybody  
paying attention, the warrior appeared riveted on her conversation  
with the two women, but in reality every nerve ending in Xena's body  
was screaming for a chance to touch the bard. At one time the  
warrior would have been certain that if Gabrielle had ever found out  
her true feelings, she would have been repulsed. Now she wasn't  
so sure. Was Gabrielle simply reacting to her surroundings?

She knew she had told the bard to play along, but the responses she
was receiving from the young girl's body were unmistakable. Then  
again, the warrior reminded herself, she had always been quite  
persuasive at getting unsuspecting girls to fall victim to her  
seductive powers. With this in mind, Xena decided to put on a
good show for the two women, while only making it appear that she
was using her best friend.  

The bard opened her eyes and tried to focus on something,
anything other than the hand that teased her willing breast. She
looked across the table to see Acacia pulling her fingers out from the
young girl's crotch. Gabrielle watched as she saw a brief look of  
disappointment flash on the girl's face before it had been expertly  
concealed. Acacia held her wet, dripping fingers to the girl's lips  
and took turns sliding each one into her waiting mouth where the  
young girl lapped and sucked her own juices from the older woman's
digits.

The bard watched Acacia then reach for a piece of  food
and make a detour with it to the girl's crotch. When she brought
it back out it was dripping with the girl's essence. Acacia smiled
before popping it in her mouth. Gabrielle began to squirm as  
she felt her own juices begin to dribble down her thighs as she  
watched Acacia proceed to eat the rest of her meal in the
same fashion.  

The salty taste of an olive pressed upon her lips quickly brought  
Gabrielle out of her reverie. The bard opened her mouth and   
accepted the offering neatly held between the warrior's fingers.

Gabrielle closed her mouth on the warrior's fingers, swirling her  
tongue slowly over each digit before finally allowing her friend to  
reclaim them. Xena groaned as a bolt of desire shot to her loins,  
and the warrior prayed to the gods that she would be able to
control her mounting need.  

Cassandra watched as Xena fed her slave another piece of food  
from her plate. "We usually feed ours later on. I'd be more than  
happy to take care of her for you."  

"I like to feed them myself," Xena said as she placed another morsel  
of food in the bard's mouth. "Anyway, I have *plans* for her later  
tonight." The warrior felt the bard stiffen slightly at the announcement
and wished she could convey a sense of security to her friend. She
was unsure if Gabrielle realized she was all talk.  

Cassandra called over the young slave girl who had been standing  
in attendance since the beginning of the meal. With a few whispered
words, the girl quickly departed to be replaced by a young slave boy
carrying dessert. Soon after he served the three women, Cassandra
motioned the young boy over and he quickly disappeared beneath
the table; the long table skirt effectively hiding him from the rest of the
room. Gabrielle observed the woman scoot forward slightly and settle
herself comfortably in her plush cushioned chair. She began absently
picking at her desert, obviously more intent on the goings on under the
table. "I do so love desert time around here," Cassandra purred. "It's
so -- oh gggodddssss!" she squealed, as her right hand dropped the
desert that was heading for her mouth and shot under the table.   

Cassandra began to rock rhythmically in her chair, her conversation  
and desert both completely forgotten.  

 "Hmm, I think she's got the right idea," Acacia smirked as she  
pushed the young girl off her lap and under the table. "Don't you?"  
She gave the warrior a big grin as she settled herself on the edge
of her chair.  

 Xena cringed. She was afraid this was going to happen, and could  
not think of a good enough reason to get herself out of it. The warrior
laid her hand on the bard's thigh and gave her a reassuring squeeze.
She dreaded the thought of putting her friend in such a compromising
position, but planned to use the cover of the table skirt to her advantage.
Xena was about to move the bard under the  table when the young girl
turned and looked her straight in the eyes.

The warrior saw the unwavering trust reflected back at her and  
cupped the bard's face in the palm of her right hand, allowing her  
fingertips to bury themselves in the soft strawberry blonde hair.
She slowly slid her hand down to the bard's shoulder and gently
pushed the young girl under the table.  

Xena inched herself forward until her ass cheeks were on the
edge of the bench and spread her legs to accept the bard's body
between them. Placing her hand on the left side of the bard's head,
she pushed the young girl's head to the side so it was resting on
the inside of her left thigh. The warrior stroked the bard's cheek and
lost herself in the feel of the young girl's breath softly tickling her
skin.   

 Just the thought of tangling her fingers in the bard's luscious hair  
and pushing the young girl's sweet mouth into her hot throbbing  
cunt caused a low moan to escape her lips. For all intents and  
purposes, it appeared from above the table that the warrior was  
getting the best tongue lashing in history. But below Xena kept  
Gabrielle's head resting on her thigh and held her softly with her  
hand.  

Gabrielle had slid down between the warrior's legs, not knowing  
exactly what Xena had in mind. She had no idea what to do with
her arms, and left them limp at her sides. When Xena's hand
came down and found her head, the bard leaned into the pressure of
the warrior's fingertips, turning her head slightly to brush her lips
over her friend's inner wrist. Gabrielle allowed Xena to guide her head
to rest against her thigh, and the bard soon found herself staring
up the length of the warrior's long muscled leg into a dark forbidden  
place that had been haunting her dreams and overrunning her  
daytime thoughts. Xena had begun to stroke her face, and
Gabrielle found herself unable and unwilling to even blink for fear
of breaking the spell that had allowed her so close to her dream.  

The young girl inhaled deeply, and the heady mixture of well-worn  
leather, sweat and a musky essence that the bard knew had to be  
warrior juice filled her lungs and invaded every nerve ending in her  
body. Gabrielle could feel the ache in her groin flare and the  
muscles of her sex clenching and searching for relief. Her nipples,  
now sensitive and erect, pushed painfully against her halter. 

The bard slid her left hand under her top and grasped her right
nipple, rolling and pinching the swollen flesh between her thumb
and forefinger. Unfortunately, all this did was make her cunt
convulse and beg for attention. Gabrielle abandoned her breast
and slid her hand lower, sliding it under her skirt. She pushed two
fingers into the soft folds of her sex, finding and massaging the point
of her desires. She quickly increased the speed of her fingers,
rocking harder and faster against her hand.  

The warrior could feel the bard sweating and panting and even  
though she had no idea what was going on, the sounds alone
were driving her crazy with lust. Gabrielle's right hand came up
and latched onto the warrior's left thigh as she plunged two fingers
deep into her hot pulsing core, pumping them for all she was
worth.  

Xena could feel her juices flowing unhindered down her thigh,
her britches and shift purposefully not worn this evening. The
warrior's thigh muscles constricted and bunched as she felt the
bard's hot mouth begin to lick the tender flesh on the inside of her
thigh.

Xena felt around, frantically trying to comprehend what was going
on under the table and froze when her hand came to rest on the
bard's thrusting left arm.  

Gabrielle continued to pump her fingers furiously into her own
dark cave, determined to bring some sort of relief to her fevered flesh.
She could feel her climax building and building and knew she was  
close. Her one last lucid thought was a fleeting concern about  
having her true exploits under the table found out by the other two  
women since she was certain she'd be unable to hold back the  
scream she could feel rumbling in her chest. So at the last
possible moment, with all possibilities of how to avoid the
inevitable considered and dismissed, the bard thrust her
head forward and buried her face in her best friend's sex. She
climaxed seconds later, her tongue buried deep inside the warrior
and Xena's name screamed from a muffled mouth full of hot sweet
warrior flesh.  

Cassandra eyed Xena a bit warily, but Acacia's eyes gleamed as  
she amusedly watched the warrior nearly jump out of her seat.
Xena's face froze in wide-eyed astonishment for a few beats before  
a look of pure pleasure and lust glazed over her eyes.   

Both of Xena's hands shot under the table, clutching and grasping
at the back of Gabrielle's head. She silently pleaded for the bard
to take her as she felt the reverberations of Gabrielle's scream
pulse maddeningly through her engorged clit. The warrior pushed
the young girl's head further into her cunt, repeatedly thrusting
herself and smearing her juices over the bard's face.   

Gabrielle quickly pulled her fingers from her own spent flesh
and  wrapped both of her arms around the warrior's upper thighs. After
a  few failed attempts she succeeded in wrapping her lips around
her prize. She sucked long and hard on the throbbing nub, still having
a hard time comprehending what was going on. 'My face is buried
in Xena's cunt and she's not only enjoying it, she's urging me on?!

Gods, I can't believe... hmm, she tastes *so* good.' The bard
lost herself in the warrior, swirling her tongue over her clit, exploring
all of the soft folds of creamy skin and plunging her tongue
repeatedly into the bottomless well of Xena's quivering sex. What she
enjoyed the most were the groans from above and the clenching fingers
dug into the back of her head whenever she sucked the hard nub
into her mouth and bit down gently on its base before slowly pulling  
away and allowing her teeth to slide deliciously up its shaft.  

Xena's mind reeled. She had wanted this for so long that now that it  
was actually happening she couldn't believe it. She had always  
pictured a quiet campsite, somewhere far off the main trail. They  
would both be bedded down for the night, under a clear crisp sky  
filled with thousands of twinkling stars. She would rise and walk to  
Gabrielle, standing naked before her sleeping friend. The bard  
would stir and wake, drinking in her body as the light from the fire  
danced off her skin. Gabrielle would extend her hand and guide
the warrior down, and Xena would spend the rest of the night and all
of the next day ravishing the young girl until they both passed out
from sheer exhaustion. What hadn't come up in her fantasies was
sitting in a room full of strangers with two other people at her table
and Gabrielle's face buried in her cunt. Or the fact that it was
Gabrielle who had taken the first step.   

Xena thrust herself one last time into Gabrielle's face, as her ass
left she bench and she arched her back, slamming her head and  
shoulders into the back wall of the establishment. Gabrielle quickly  
slid her arms around and under the warrior, grasping two rock
hard ass cheeks and burying her nails deep in Xena's flesh. The  
warrior's entire body was violently convulsing and Gabrielle found  
her head pinned in a crushing death grip as her friend's thighs  
clamped tightly shut, trapping the bard in a cocoon of sweating  
needing flesh. Xena suddenly went rigid, and her body held that  
position for several heartbeats before the world around her exploded  
into a mind boggling symphony of light and sound as she ejaculated  
into the bard's mouth. Gabrielle drank deeply of the gift, the warm  
thick fluid running over her cheeks and down her chin tasting like  
sweet ambrosia.  

The bard continued to milk the warrior for all she was worth. She  
had no idea that Xena could taste so good and did her best to  
thoroughly clean the warrior from top to bottom. It mattered little
to her that minutes ago Xena's spent body had collapsed uselessly  
back onto the bench. The bard was like a kid given free reign in a  
candy store and she was determined to sample everything the  
warrior had to offer, over and over again.  

Another violent spasm tore through Xena's body, this one finally  
strong enough to jolt the warrior back to the land of the living.
It was then that Xena realized that Gabrielle was hard at work
sucking and biting on her clit. 'Gods... what does she think she's doing!?!'

Xena flung the table skirt up and peered under the table only to be
greeted by sparkling green eyes peeking out from between her thighs.

"Ga...bri... elle..." the warrior groaned. The bard acknowledged her
by shaking her head yes and proceeded to bury her tongue deep
into Xena's warm dark tunnel. Xena forced her hands to move and
tried to gently pry the bard's face away. Gabrielle began to pout
and instead pushed her face further into Xena's cunt. The warrior
was wracked with another strong spasm and Gabrielle looked at
Xena worriedly when she saw a flash of pain cross her beautiful
features.

Reluctantly, the bard released her prize.  

"Thank you," the warrior mouthed as she ran her fingers through  
Gabrielle's hair, pushing the sweat soaked strands off of her face.
Even in the shadows, Xena could plainly see the bard's face was  
glistening with her juices. Gabrielle smiled up at her and the  
warrior's heart melted. 'Gods, she's beautiful.' For the first time,  
Xena found herself looking not at a child, but a grown woman,  
capable of stealing her heart.  

Xena had known all along that she would end up liberating not
just the villagers of Pelinni that were recently taken, but all of the
people held as slaves. She also knew she would put an end to
Cassandra and Acacia's livelihood, whether it be on the end of her long
sword or by some other means. Just not tonight. Tonight she planned
on throwing a certain young woman over her shoulder and bounding
up the stairs to the first available room she found. There was a  
strawberry blonde that needed to be fucked, long and hard, and  
Xena didn't want an audience.  


The END.





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