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Eternally 12 by XENAamazon Xena took a deep breath and tried to remember why she had wanted to journey weeks on end to return home to visit her mother. She and Gabrielle had been wanting to visit Cyrene for quite some time but weather and other assorted distractions had prevented them. Finally, though, they had traversed the long distance and had walked into the town limits of Amphipolis just hours previously. All ready Xena was ready to leave. "I honestly don't know how you've managed to live so long, Xena." Cyrene was saying as she busied herself making up the bed in Xena's old room. "You don't take care of yourself, you don't eat right at all....." Xena sighed and glanced over at Gabrielle who unsuccessfully tried to hide a grin at her lover's discomfort. Mothers were mothers the known world over, this fact would never change....and Gabby had to admit Cyrene was VERY good at playing the martyred mom. "I take good care of Xena." the bard offered up. The small woman straightened up from tucking a blanket in and approached Gabrielle. Lovingly she placed both hands on either side of Gabby's face and squeezed affectionately. "Of COURSE you do....not that she'll take a lot of advice. She's so stubborn." Once free of the inn keeper's loving but vice like grip, Gabrielle grinned mischievously. "Xena? Stubborn? I hadn't noticed, Cyrene...." Xena shot her lifemate an "I'll get you for that later" smirk. "Did I ever tell you about when Xena was a little girl and she dug up the neighbour's prize winning roses to give me for a birthday present?" The warrior groaned inwardly and sat on the bed wishing the Tavern would collapse on her. "Why no....what a thoughtful gift!" Gabby was enjoying this WAY too much. "Mother....." Xena finally interjected. "We're a little tired. Can we take a nap before dinner?" Her mother was at her side in an instant checking her forehead. "Are you coming down with something?" Xena batted her mother's hand away. "No, I'm just tired." she tried to soften her tone as she saw her mother's slightly hurt look. "You know how I get after a long trip." she explained. Cyrene smiled warmly and went to the door. "I know, I know.....now you two get some rest and I'll call you down to dinner later on. It's so good to have you both here!" and with a quick kiss to Gabby's cheek Cyrene shut the door behind her and left the two women alone. Xena layed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Why was she more exhausted than when she was on the road? It was a puzzle that she could never solve. She felt Gabrielle lay down next to her and nuzzle against her shoulder. Happily she embraced the love of her life and felt the tension leave her body. "She loves you SO much." Gabby whispered. "I know, but one of these days that love is going to kill me." Xena joked. "So let's concentrate on something else......like.....getting you out of these leathers and under the covers." The dark haired warrior liked the sound of those words. She pulled her love close and gently kissed her lips. The gentle kiss grew till both women were a tangle of arms and legs and.....brass. "Xena!" Gabrielle yelped. "How many times do I have to tell you to take off your armour before you get me in a clinch!?" Xena's blue eyes glinted with a touch of evil in them. "That isn't a clinch," she said as she slowly crawled towards Gabrielle like a panther, "THIS is a clinch!" and she pounced. Deftly she removed her armour while wrestling a very giggly bard. Piece by piece the leather and brass armour hit the floor, followed by the leather bodice. Nude and still in a mood the warrior finally faked a move to the left and when Gabrielle blocked it she grabbed the smaller woman's arm and twisted it behind her back making her immobile.....she thought. Gabrielle countered with a stomp to her lover's foot that was wholly unexpected. "OUCH!" Xena yelped and let go. "HA!" the bard crowed in victory.....and then promptly tripped over a stray boot and ended up face down on the bed with Xena pinning her very effectively this time. That didn't mean she was through playing. Arms and legs flying every which way, the bard managed to knock over the oil lamp by the bed making a resounding crash. Xena didn't seem to notice and merely flipped Gabby over onto her back and lay on top of her, pinning her arms and grinning down at her. "Give?" the warrior smirked. "No! Never! I'm gonna wipe the floor with you, Warrior Princess!" Gabrielle laughed loudly, realising there wasn't a way in Tartarus she could make good on that threat. Xena leaned over the squirming woman and placed loving kisses on her bosom. Then nipped. Then pulled at first one nipple then the other, noting how Gabrielle stopped squirming and giggling and started a low responsive murmuring of "Yes.....oh, yes Xena....." Xena released Gabrielle's right hand which immediately found it's way to caress Xena's face. The left, once released, trailed down Xena's back causing little goose bumps to rise in it's wake. Xena shuddered and set to undressing Gabby as quickly as possible. Soon there was a messy pile of skirt, top, boots, and leathers and two women engrossed in a soft attack of love. Xena positioned herself between Gabrielle's legs so that their mounds touched and immediately felt how wet her lover all ready was. She ground down as hard as she dared to and felt Gabrielle's clit touch her own. It was all she could do to keep from climaxing right then and there. With movements well practised she began a rhythmic pumping and felt her own juices mix with that of her lover's. Gabrielle gasped and jumped as little electric type shocks coursed through her body. She became aware of the fact that she was murmuring a long stream of nonsense encouragement to the warrior lying on top of her, and that Xena seemed to be enjoying her words. So she tried to concentrate a bit harder and found herself saying,"Oh that's good, Xe....please baby, please don't stop..." Xena growled low in her throat and took her right hand to place between her legs and entered Gabrielle easily, still lying in the same place. The pumping continued and the nipping increased until both warrior and bard were on the verge of spilling over into the ecstasy of release. Gabrielle's passion caused her voice to rise and she cried out again and again her lover's name as she climaxed so hard she became faint afterwards. She was aware of Xena rolling off of her to lie beside her, and she was aware that she snuggled tightly in her lover's embrace as she always did after an orgasm.....then she was aware of Xena taking her hand and placing it on her own centre and suggestively moving her hips over her fingertips. Gabrielle naturally reciprocated, her head clearing fast. The aroused scent of Xena drove her to another passion high and she eagerly placed her entire hand inside the quivering warrior's body. "Let go, honey." she whispered to Xena, knowing that the one she loved had a hard time releasing occasionally. "I'm here, I love you, and I want to see your face as you give yourself to me." "Gabrieeeelle!" Xena cried out, clutching at the bard as her body convulsed in a dance of orgasmic release. As the warrior settled back down on the pillow, Gabrielle kept her hand nestled deep inside. She leaned forward and kissed Xena on the breast. Then at that very moment...... The door to the room opened and Cyrene was standing there with a broom in her hand. "OH! I....I heard alot of noise and yelling and I....I thought you may be in trouble so I...." her voice trailed off. You'd never seen two women blush such a deep shade of crimson in your life as when Xena and Gabrielle realised just what the inn keeper had seen, heard and..well....smelled. Nobody could bring themselves to speak, not even the usually talkative Gabrielle. Cyrene saved them all by regaining her composure and saying, "Well, it's not like I'm a Hestian Virgin. How do you think I conceived my children?" She winked at the couple as she exited. "Oh, and Xena? Pick up your room....it looks like a herd of centaurs swept through here." The door latched behind her. "Pick up my room?" Xena muttered in disbelief. "Well, it could be worse," Gabby mused. "HOW?" "It could have been Joxer who walked in on us and he could have wanted a group hug." Xena burst out in laughter...her partner had a pretty good point there... ====================================================================== The End
THE FEVER (Rated NC-17 for explicit sex, BDSM content and some non consensual sex..this story contains The Conqueror) By xesbard Gabrielle pulled the furs closer around her and turned to face the fire more fully. She hated this feeling - her body insisting on shuddering with fever, her breathing rough, her skin clammy. She had been fighting this for days, and had finally given up tonight. Xena returned from the lake's edge with another pot of water, and the herbs she had pulled from her healing pack. She gazed at the bard, worried about the fever that had risen so quickly. Gabrielle did not often get sick, but when she did. Xena remembered when the coughing sickness had taken the bard last season - Xena almost lost her that time. She was determined to break this fever before it settled in her lover's chest. Mixing the herbs in water warmed from the fire, she handed the cup to Gabrielle, then settled in behind the bard, pulling the smaller woman close in to her chest. Gabrielle rested against the warm leather covering Xena's breasts, her head tucked under the Warrior's chin. She sniffed the cup, then wrinkled her nose. "What is this stuff, Xena? It smells different from what you've given me before." Xena pulled her love closer, and wrapped her arms around her. "It is a new combination, meant to break your fever before it can really take hold." Xena sighed. She had decided to try this cure, but the side effects were worrisome. How much to tell the bard? "Then why are you nervous?" Gabby read the warrior's thoughts - as usual. "I am not nervous - I don't get nervous. Well, not often." Xena had to smile at how well the bard knew her. "These herbs may cause you to have strange dreams. They are quite strong, and I don't want you to be scared at what may fill your mind. So I'm staying right here, and will hold you until you awaken." "What kind of dreams?" Now Gabrielle was tense. She did not want her mind filled with the heartbreak of Hope, or the guilt of Solan's death, or with images of Callisto. But she trusted Xena with her life, and knew the warrior would rather die than hurt her. She hadn't tasted the medicine yet, however. Xena took a breath. "People sometimes dream of secret longings - things they would never admit while awake, even to themselves." Her old fear gripped her - that Gabrielle would dream of leaving her, of settling down, or of returning to rule the Amazons. The bard had many options, and staying with an old ex-warlord might not be at the top of her list. Xena knew it was a risk to give Gabrielle these herbs. But she must not get sick again, she thought to herself. Her health and safety are worth the risk. no matter what she discovers. Xena pulled Gabrielle's body closer, and held her tightly. Secret longings? I don't have any secret longings. at least I don't think I do. but maybe that's what they call them 'secret'. Gabby squeezed Xena's hand, then downed the potion. It was bitter, and left a slimy aftertaste. "Yuck!" she exclaimed, setting the cup down. Xena chuckled. "I guess you made up your mind, my bard," she said softly, and kissed the back of Gabby's neck. Gabby felt the herbs hit her stomach, and caught her breath as warmth spread through her body. All her muscles began to relax, and she felt tingling in her fingers and down her legs. This stuff is fast! She struggled to stay awake, but could only murmur, "I love you," as her eyes closed and her breathing became even. Xena shifted her weight into a more comfortable position, her back resting against a large boulder. She pulled the furs over both of them, and kissed her love again. "Sleep well," she whispered. "I'll be here - always." ========================= Gabrielle looked around, trying to discern where she was. She had never seen this place before, and yet it felt vaguely familiar. She was laying on a chase in the corner of a large room. The walls were brightly lit with torches which also contained incense, for a seductive scent rose with the smoke. Ornate tapestries hung between the torches, and a thick rug graced the stone floor. A large table stood in the middle of the room, with six chairs around it. Currently it was filled with bowls of fruit, nuts, bread, and a platter of what smelled like roast lamb. Gabrielle's mouth began to water, and she struggled to turn her attention away from the table, and to the rest of the room. Behind the table against the near wall, was a large desk. It was covered in maps and scrolls, and clearly was a work space where work was actually done. A seating area composed of more chases and low chairs was arranged close to the fire. Beyond that was an alcove which seemed filled with a large bed. Gabrielle was alone. Where was she? Had she been her before? Why did this seem familiar? And where was Xena? Looking down, the bard gasp at her own attire. She was dressed only in a thin silk robe, which was tied loosely around her waist. She had no undergarments on, surprising in itself, and her brows raised when she noticed that the fur around her mound had been neatly trimmed. But what made Gabrielle's breath catch in her throat was when she examined the soft leather cuffs which encircled her wrists, ankles, and her throat. They were lined in sheepskin, tight without being uncomfortable, and each had a small metal ring attached to the outside of it. She felt the collar around her neck, noticing it had two rings --one in front and one in back. She also noticed it, like the cuffs, had no buckles. Where in Hades was she??! Gabrielle rose and moved slowly to the desk. She felt weak, as if she had walked a very long way. Her head felt fuzzy. That must be it - she must have been ill. A fever, perhaps, interfering with her memory? The bard put these thoughts aside as she examined the maps on the desk. What was this? Greece was the same shape, here was Potidea, and here was Amphipolis. But why was Corinth so large? And why was it labeled as the capitol? And where was Athens?! It wasn't even on the map!! Gabrielle was so intent on her study that she didn't hear the tall woman enter the room and come close to stand behind her. Her senses finally realized she was no longer alone, and she turned with a start. Looking up into cerulean eyes, she smiled. "There you are! I was wondering where you were. Xena." Her voice died in her throat as the woman moved quickly to her and grabbed her collar ring around a strong finger, pulling the smaller woman up on her tiptoes. "What was that?" she asked on a low and frightening voice. "That is Lord Xena to you, village girl. Forget again and you will not like the reminder." Gabrielle almost fell as Xena released the collar, and struggled to find her footing. Gasping with surprise, she forced herself to remain quiet, and took in the woman before her. This looked like her love, sounded like her, smelled like her. But. Xena was dressed in an elaborate silk tunic, the blue matching her eyes perfectly, the gold trim looking suspiciously like real gold thread. It was long, coming down to her knees, and silk leggings fell below to her ankles. Her feet were sheathed in gold sandals, and her toenails were painted in what looked like gold leaf. They were clearly no longer in the realm that the bard called home. She instinctively lowered her eyes and said softly, "Forgive me, Lord Xena. My memory is playing tricks on me. I'm afraid I don't know where we are." "Then let me remind you, my bard." Xena pushed Gabrielle back to the wall, and raised her arms above her head, fastening the cuffs with a metal clip to a ring in the stone. "Spread your legs," the warrior commanded, slapping the inside of Gabrielle's thigh. The smaller woman responded immediately, and felt her lover fasten each ankle cuff to another corresponding ring, leaving her spread wide and taut against the cold stone. "Now." Xena smiled coldly. She unfastened the tie around Gabby's waist, leaving her naked as the silk brushed along her breasts. Gabrielle's nipples stood up in the breeze, and Xena smiled again as she took one in her mouth. The bard gasp at the sensations fighting inside her - the warm lips on her breast, the cold air on her stomach and legs, the feeling of immobility as she struggled against her bonds. She felt herself becoming very wet, and a moan escaped her lips. "Now do you remember?" Xena asked. "Do you remember who you belong to, village girl? Who owns you? Who decides how you live, and even IF you live?? Who takes her pleasure on you, and gives you pleasure as she sees fit??" As she spoke Xena pinched the bard's breast, then moved her hand down to cup her mound, stroking her outer lips and smirking at the wetness she found. "Who makes you wet, village girl? Who cums on you, and allows you to cum as she desires it? WHO??" Gabby found her voice enough to whisper, "You, Lord Xena. Only you." "That's right, bard. you belong to." "You." "You love only." "You." The Warlord stroked the bard's slit, increasing the wetness, lubricating her fingers and the back of her hand. "Who makes you cum?" she asked, as she thrust four fingers into the smaller woman. "YOU!" Gabby gasped at the thrill of being taken like this. Her Xena had never been this forceful - had never conquered her like this. She was surprised at her reaction, and more surprised that she wasn't satisfied. Xena recognized the bard's need, and unfastened the cuffs. Gabby dropped into her arms, limbs asleep after being strained so. Xena picked the smaller woman up and carried her to the alcove, depositing her on the bed. Quickly stripping off her clothes, she lay atop Gabrielle, pinning her to the bed. Xena kissed her softly, increasing the pressure as she took possession of the bard's mouth. Gabby responded with a moan, kissing her love back with a passion she had never felt. She began to writhe under Xena's weight, her struggle increasing her pleasure. Xena nipped Gabrielle's neck, and then bit down her chest, hard enough to leave marks but not break skin. The simultaneous pleasure/pain was enough to bring the bard to the brink, and she struggled harder against Xena's weight. Suddenly Xena raised up, grabbing the bards arms hard enough to bruise. "You are moving too much!" she growled, pushing Gabby harder into the bed. "You will not pleasure yourself on me. You are here for MY pleasure - nothing more!" Gabrielle gasped and became still. Her senses were heightened by her fear, and yet she knew she was safe with this woman. Even in this alternate reality, Xena was her life - her soul. The two sensations - fear and love, combined to take her to new heights of arousal. It took all her willpower, but the bard stayed still as Xena rubbed herself on her thigh. She watched as her love's eyes closed in pleasure, then opened to stare at her with a hooded look. Her arms were still pinned at her sides, and Xena held her tightly as she took her pleasure on the sub. Xena came with a groan, and stared down at the bard. She let go of her arms, and Gabby winced as she felt where fingertips had been. She would carry bruises from this encounter, but she didn't care. She wanted the Warrior to mark her - so everyone would know to whom she belonged. Xena sucked a breast again, as her hand moved back down to Gabby's centre. She grabbed the bard's mound and shook it. "This. is mine," she growled. "Yes, Lord Xena. all yours." Xena thrust inside the bard, moving fingers in such a way that Gabrielle gasp, and it took all her power not to writhe against the warlord. Xena quirked an eyebrow at the bard. "Does this feel good?" she asked. "Oh, yes." "Do you want more?" "Please," Gabby gasped. "How much do you want?" Xena's voice was like honey. "As much as you will give, Lord Xena." Xena smiled at the bard, and thrust her fist inside Gabrielle, taking her with a force the smaller woman had never fathomed. "Don't cum, Gabrielle. Not until I give you permission. Do you understand?" Gabby nodded slightly, all her focus on the hand inside her and the sensation of being filled beyond measure. Every slight movement of finger was like fire in her - every twitch enough to make her crazy with desire. It took all the willpower she had ever used not to cum now on Xena's hand. Xena recognized the struggle the bard was having, and smiled at her willingness to submit to the warlord's command. She moved her hand again, smirking at the distress she was causing the bard. Almost. Gabrielle couldn't take much more. Bending close to Gabby's face, she kissed her gently, nipped her earlobe, and said, "Now!" Gabrielle came with a scream that shook the stone walls. Her entire body shuddered with the intensity of the climax, and she shook for what seemed like an eternity. =================== Xena held her gently, now behind her. "That's my girl," she whispered. Slowly Gabrielle opened her eyes. She was in Xena's arms, under furs , beside a campfire. The sun was rising, and the sky was filled with pale pink streamers. Argo stood quietly beyond the fire, having a bit of breakfast. The bard took stock of her body - realizing her fever was gone, her chest and head relaxed and feeling much better. Gabby felt her love's arms around her, and turned to look into Xena's eyes. Xena looked back with love and concern. "Are you all right?" she asked. "You were crying out in your sleep... Did you...dream of anything?" Xena held her breath as she waited to hear what the bard might say. Gabrielle turned her body so she could hold tight to the warrior. She listened to Xena's heart pounding in her chest, and breathed with her love as the beating slowed to a more calm tempo. "Us, my love. I dreamed of us." "And was everything. ok?" Xena whispered. "Oh, yes. More than ok. I love you more than life itself." Gabrielle knew now, more completely than ever before, how true those words were. The bard settled again in the warrior's arms, and together they watched the sun come up. ++++++++++++Heres the link: http://people.a2000.nl/hctuinma/xena/ Enjoy!
Created on ... October 13th, 2003