By Pink Rabbit Productions
|Disclaimer: All the usual stuff.
These characters belong to someone else (MCA Universal, and
Renaissance), blah, blah, blah. Word of warning, there is a
touch of kinky stuff here, and while it's all in play
(absolutely nothing real in the way of sexual violence, or
threat--they're just fooling around), I'd hate for it to bug
anyone. Lastly, the following story contains sex, so if you
aren't at least 18 years of age, if it's illegal in your neck of
the woods, or if such activities offend you, time to bug out now
(though I can't help but wonder what you'd be doing around
Pleasantly warmed by a dancing fire, and tucked comfortably in
Gabrielle's arms, Xena was already half asleep, when the bard started
telling her story.
"The castle sat in a green valley, and it was ruled by a queen
who was both wise and fair. All was peaceful until a warlord led her
army into the surrounding hillsides. The warlord was tall, her dark hair
flying on the wind behind her, as she rode in on a midnight black
stallion. The queen watched her from the battlements, and even from that
distance, a connection arced between them."
"What happened?" Xena questioned sleepily, snuggling back
into her lover's warm hold.
"The warlord watched the castle for days. Fires of lust burned
in her eyes every time she saw the queen... She had to have her...the
energy drawing them together would not be denied. From her
vantage point on the ramparts, the queen knew a storm was coming and
began her preparations." As she spoke, the bard lifted Xena's right
hand, brushing her cheek against her lover's inner wrist. "On the
third day, the warlord bore down upon the castle, intent on capturing
the keep...and the woman within..."
Xena had a sudden mental image of herself riding down on a castle,
intent on taking a queen--who looked suspiciously like Gabrielle--away
on her saddle. A smile flickered across her lips, as she wondered if the
pretty bard was angling for a repeat of their lovemaking a week or two
before, when she had played the conquering warlord. She reached back
with her other hand, brushing her knuckles along Gabrielle's soft cheek.
The bard paused in telling the story to catch Xena's hand, twining
their fingers together to press a light kiss to her fingertips. She
ducked her head, kissing the top of Xena's hair, before continuing.
"The queen was no fool...she'd used the time to lay her
traps...bombs that smoked and blew fire across the advancing men,
convincing them the Gods themselves had joined the fray..."
"So they turned and ran," Xena drawled knowingly.
"That's right," Gabrielle confirmed.
"What about the warlord?" Xena asked lazily. Arms still
sprawled over her head, she grinned blearily as small hands massaged the
well defined muscles.
"No...her lust wouldn't be denied..."
"Perhaps it was love, and she didn't know any other way to offer
it," Xena mumbled thoughtfully. Gabrielle's hands slid on to her
palms and wrists, and the slow strokes helped further the warm lassitude
she was feeling.
"Perhaps...." Gabrielle exhaled, then continued the story.
"She fought her way into the castle courtyard...by then she was
surrounded by soldiers..."
An odd tightness entered the warrior princess' voice as she
questioned, "Did they kill her?"
"No...the warlord was very arrogant. She offered a deal. If the
queen would come away with her, she wouldn't destroy the castle."
Xena grinned faintly. She'd had that kind of bravado a few times.
"Did the queen go?"
"No....you see, she'd laid another snare...one of the stones in
the courtyard was a trap door. When the warlord stepped on it, she fell
through, to a dungeon below."
"Did the queen have her killed?"
"No...you see, the queen was as drawn to the warlord, as the
warlord was to the queen."
"What did she do?"
"She told her men to stay out of the cell where the warlord lay,
then went in alone. The warlord was dazed by the fall, so she didn't
fight when the queen came to her with gentle hands and soft words,
making love to her, even as she fastened the manacles around her
wrists..." Gabrielle fell into a thoughtful silence.
"What happened then?" Xena pressed sleepily.
Gabrielle checked the rope lying loose, and unnoticed around Xena's
wrists, one last time, then slipped out from behind her, graceful
fingers yanking the carefully twisted knots tight. The warrior lurched
as she felt her own whip snatch tight, but couldn't escape before the
bard looped the braided leather around her carefully braced staff. She
instinctively started to struggle, but caught herself. She twisted her
head back, peering up at the elegant slipknot that tied her hands
together, then at the way her lover had caught them on her staff. She
tugged experimentally, and found she was well caught. A faint smile
curved her mouth. "Very good," she praised dryly as her chin
came back down. "Why am I suddenly feeling like that warlord? You
set me up."
"That's right," Gabrielle husked, and straddled the
A dark eyebrow lifted, and Xena couldn't hold back a smirk. "You
do realize I can get out of this in about three seconds flat?" she
Gabrielle didn't argue. "Probably," she admitted, then sat
back on Xena's thighs to watch her struggle with her bonds.
Xena twisted her wrists, muscles pulling taut as she tried to work
the knots free. Her efforts only succeeded in pulling them that much
tighter, though the way the ropes were twisted, it didn't add any
pressure to her wrists. She continued her efforts for several minutes,
while Gabrielle watched and fluttered soothing hands over her torso and
upper arms. Finally, Xena went limp, glaring with chill intensity.
"All right," she ground out. "You win...now untie
me," she ordered with a false smile.
Gabrielle shook her head and reached out to trail a gentle hand along
Xena's cheek. "No," she refused with more calm than she was
"Gabrielle," Xena whispered tightly.
The bard pressed a finger over her lips, silencing her. She leaned
forward, hands braced on the blanket on either side of Xena's
upstretched arms. "Listen to me," she whispered huskily.
"I could never hurt you."
The warrior swallowed hard. "I know that." The admission
was torn from her.
The bard gently brushed dark hair away from Xena's face. "You're
so controlled. Haven't you ever wanted to let go? Let someone else take
Xena's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment. She was caught in
another woman's trap. She wet her lips with her tongue. For so many
years, her survival had rested on self-control, then after she'd left
the warrior life, it had been the only thing that kept her from going
back. She blinked, suddenly refocusing on the woman on top of her. No,
there had been one other thing that kept her from her previous life.
Gabrielle's love and support.
"Trust me," the bard urged intently.
There was a long delay before Xena whispered. "What will you do
with me, now..." She paused again, as though she was considering
whether or not to continue with the game. Finally, she finished.
"...now that my army has fled, and I'm... helpless...in your
Gabrielle brushed a light hand over her brow, her expression gently
chiding. "I doubt you're ever helpless...I know you're plotting
against me�even now...but I won't let you take my kingdom...or my
"Perhaps it's only the kingdom, I want," Xena taunted,
knowing it would annoy her captor.
Gabrielle's expression hardened, and she curved an insolent hand to
warrior princess' jaw. "I suggest you remember I can do anything I
want with you...have you killed, sent to the mines as a slave, give you
to my men for their pleasure...anything."
Xena stared up at her captor with the assessing eyes of a warrior.
"But you won't," she decided out loud. "It isn't in you
to kill an unarmed enemy."
Gabrielle sat up straight, her expression haughty. She ran an
insolent hand over Xena's leather clad chest. "Are you so
sure?" she drawled dangerously.
The warrior changed the subject. "What do you want?"
"You," Gabrielle exhaled. She leaned forward to loosen
Xena's leathers, unhooking the shoulder straps to tug the garment down.
"Your sword at the head of my army, your body in my bed, your life
and loyalty sworn to me." She ducked her head to taste a swollen
"You want everything...." Xena moaned, instinctively
arching into the caress. She was the warlord, of their shared fantasy,
drawn, against her will to her enemy.
"That's right," Gabrielle agreed against her skin.
Xena's lips drew back from her teeth in a feral snarl. "I do not
serve," she sneered. "I rule."
Gabrielle pushed up to nip the point of her lover's chin lightly.
"Taming you will be interesting."
"Never," Xena hissed, bucking to throw her lover off.
Gabrielle chuckled as she slid down her prisoner's body, using her
struggles against her as she stripped Xena's leathers, and thin, cotton
shift away. "Beautiful," she whispered and trailed her fingers
down the warrior's bare torso. She fondled a coral tipped breasts with
firm strokes. "All power, and grace...all mine."
"I belong to no one," Xena growled, but her breathing was
ragged with arousal.
"You want me," Gabrielle insisted, and shifted her body
downward to feather soft kisses over her ribs and flat stomach.
"No," the warrior gasped, but she arched into the warm
caresses, abdominal muscles rippling in response.
Gabrielle chuckled softly, and slipped a hand into the warmth between
her lover's thighs. "You're wet," she accused with a touch of
triumphant humor. She slid lower, dropping a kiss over soft, dark curls,
then shifted again, pushing Xena's thighs apart to kneel between them.
She brushed her palm lightly over a muscular inner thigh. "Accept
"I belong to no one," the warrior repeated.
"We all belong to someone," Gabrielle breathed, then
slipped a kiss into her lover's most intimate flesh.
The warrior whimpered softly.
Gabrielle explored with total impunity, the sandpaper roughness of
her tongue ambling everywhere. Xena gasped, muscles pulling taut. Green
eyes glittered triumphantly, as she bucked against Gabrielle's mouth,
groaning deep her throat. Xena let out a soft cry of disappointment,
moments later, when Gabrielle suddenly broke the erotic contact. The
bard arched up over her lover, coming down so they were wedded from
breast to thigh.
Soft lips came down on Xena's and she shuddered again, tasting
herself on her lover's mouth. The bard braced herself, muscles
contracting as she thrust against the warrior, bodies wedded in an
intimate kiss of passion. Xena wrapped powerful thighs around slender
hips, stomach rippling as she surged against her lover, needing even
more of the delicious friction.
"Maybe I'll just keep you for my bed," Gabrielle groaned
passionately. She dropped her head, nipping Xena's shoulder, then down
across her breasts. "My beautiful sexual slave...would you like
Xena groaned deep in her throat, half mad with sensations caused by
the tantalizing brush of skin on skin. "I'm a warlord," she
ground out between tightly clenched teeth.
"Your army is gone...your life is mine..." Gabrielle
whispered intently. She slid her hands up Xena's arms, following the
flow of bone and muscle up over her head. "Surrender to me,"
"No," Xena gasped, but she tipped her head back, baring the
strong column of her throat. Gabrielle took full advantage of the
opportunity, tasting the taut chords that ended just below the warrior's
ears, while small, strong hands, tightened on Xena's forearms.
"Let go," the bard demanded. "Accept that you're
Xena's chin came down, eyes meeting Gabrielle's.
The bard stilled, her expression commanding.
The warrior pushed her hips against her lover's in search of more of
the sweet friction.
"No," Gabrielle refused to reciprocate, holding herself
perfectly still, despite the electricity humming along her own nerve
Xena swallowed hard, losing herself in her lover's eyes. She couldn't
resist any longer. The warlord's heart had been taken by her captor.
"Yours," she exhaled at last.
A winning smile twisted Gabrielle's full lips. "That's
right," she praised. Her lips brushed her lover's chin. "I
knew the first time I saw you on the battlefield...it didn't matter who
won...we'd wind up here in the end..."
"I had planned on being the one on top," Xena
Gabrielle laughed softly. "I imagine you did." She nibbled
on a delicate ear. "Best laid plans of cyclops and
centaurs..." she drawled. They traded a slow kiss, bodies moving in
graceful syncopation. The lips broke apart momentarily, while Xena
tasted Gabrielle's throat and chin. "Admit it," the bard
groaned. "You like being mine...."
They kissed again as they writhed against each other, gaining
momentum with every slide of liquid flesh. The tantalizing sensations
went on for long minutes, until they were both breathing hard, their
skin damp with sweat. The muscles in Xena's shoulder's and arms stood in
sharp relief, as her struggles became more desperate with every passing
second. She wanted to touch Gabrielle, hold her close, and feel the way
she moved with such perfect ease and grace. "Please," she
"Not yet," Gabrielle commanded imperiously. "Not until
I tell you." She continued to move, varying her speed and rhythm.
Suddenly, she felt her own orgasm flare through overheated nerve
endings. "Now!" the bard hissed, fingers digging to her
lover's hair as their mouths met.
The warrior princess screamed into Gabrielle's mouth as the softly
uttered command sent her over the precipice. Hot and cold bolts of
running electricity seemed to slide over her skin and through every
molecule of her body. Her hips bucked uncontrollably against the bard's,
the slick friction of flesh on flesh setting off new flares of pleasure
behind tightly closed eyelids. The heated caresses and convulsive
delight went on for long, sweet minutes, before they both collapsed in
Gabrielle buried her face in the curve of Xena's neck, breathing in
the warm-musk smell of her skin.
"I've definitely been well and truly conquered," Xena
sighed when she could speak again.
Gabrielle pushed up on her elbows to grin down into silver blue eyes.
"See what I mean when I say everyone should try it?"
"Fishing for compliments?"
The bard slipped down, layering a circle of kisses around a full
breast. "Maybe," she admitted, then shrugged, and flashed a
toothy grin. "But only if I deserve them."
A faint smile touched the warrior princess' full lips. "Rest
assured, you deserve them."
Another soft chuckle, and Gabrielle's lips wandered still lower,
outlining the muscles that banded Xena's abdomen.
"Planning on ravishing me again, my cruel queen?" Xena
"Maybe...Why? Are you complaining?"
"No...not at all..." the last words came out as a moan as
Gabrielle's lips brushed along the top edge of damp curls. A small hand
petted her stomach gently, the light caresses both soothing and
arousing, while warm lips trailed soft kisses down her inner thigh. The
soft caresses went on, circling steadily higher. Finally, Gabrielle
settled her mouth over the center of her lover's need.
Xena thought her first orgasm had taken the sharp edge off of her
need, but she moaned and twitched at the first flicker of her lover's
tongue. It didn't take long before she was begging for completion again,
muscles taut, skin and hair damp with sweat. She screamed when her
second orgasm hit with the force of a tidal wave, washing over and
through her. The world collapsed down until even the air seemed to drain
from her lungs, creating a universe of pure sensation. Finally, the
feelings broke and she sank into the blankets, momentarily losing track
of the world. When she opened her eyes again, it was to find Gabrielle
stretched out beside her, playing idly with a damp strand of dark hair.
The bard grinned as she blinked several times to refocus her blurry
vision. "I think you're enjoying this," she sighed.
Gabrielle's grin only broadened at the accusation. "Yeah,"
she agreed wholeheartedly.
"You're incorrigible," Xena grumbled good-naturedly.
The bard's grin broadened still further. "Well, if I am, you
only have yourself to blame. After all, I was an innocent village girl
before I met you."
That comment got a snort of disbelief. "You were virginal, not
innocent. There's a difference."
"Really?" Gabrielle questioned. "You'll have to
explain it to me sometime."
"I think I wi--"
A twig snapped just past the edge of the light from their fire.
Xena was up and moving in a heartbeat. Twisting, she rolled to her
feet, slipping free of her bonds in a blink, to grab for her sword where
it lay nearby.
Gabrielle bounded for her feet in the same instant, grabbing for her
staff, ready to serve as backup if need be.
Both women jumped as Argo ambled placidly from between the trees.
Xena relaxed instantly, knowing the horse would never have been so calm
if there had been anyone moving around the campsite. She rose
gracefully, moving to pet the animal's nose gently before shooing her
out of the camp. When she turned around, she found Gabrielle leaning
against her staff, her expression ironic.
"You could have gotten loose anytime," the bard accused
Xena had the good graces to look mildly embarrassed.
"Well...no..." she denied. "You really had me for the
first few minutes."
"Why didn't you escape?"
Xena's lips drew back in a suggestive grin, and she ambled toward her
lover. "I was going to...at first..."
"And then?" Gabrielle prompted.
Xena set her weapon aside, then reached out and took Gabrielle's
staff to set it aside as well. Finally, she turned back to her lover,
brushing her bangs back with gentle hands. Her expression intense, she
smoothed long fingers over the breadth of Gabrielle's shoulders, then
down the length of her arms. "I gave myself to my queen," she
exhaled and slid to her knees, curving her hands to narrow hips. She
slipped back into the fantasy as she proclaimed, "You asked for my
sword arm...you have it.... My body, my love, my soul.... all are sworn
to you. You wished to conquer, and you have...I am yours." She
pressed her cheek against the velvet skin of Gabrielle's stomach,
shivering as gentle fingers combed into her hair.
The tenderly urged her chin up until crystal blue, and hazel gazes
meshed and held. "I said we all belong to someone...you to me...me
"Let me serve you," Xena breathed, dropping her chin, to
widen her mouth over the vee of soft hair protecting her lover's sex.
Her tongue darted out, delivering swirling caresses that teased, and
promised more, until Gabrielle was whimpering softly, her hands braced
on Xena's shoulders to keep from collapsing. Xena tightened a strong
hold on her hips, half supporting the bard when her knees began to
buckle. Finally, she lowered the smaller woman to the blanket, urging
her legs apart to press her mouth deeper.
Gabrielle groaned softly, fingers digging into silky hair, as she
thrust against the voracious caresses. Xena gave her everything she
could possibly want and more, driving the spiraling sensations even
higher, until a taut thread inside the girl snapped. With a soft,
keening cry, Gabrielle washed away into waves of raw pleasure that ebbed
and flowed with every tender brush of her lover's mouth. Finally, she
collapsed in exhaustion, a soft smile touching her mouth. She cuddled
into the warmth of Xena's body as the warrior moved up alongside her.
Arms and legs twined together, they shared a long kiss, that ended only
when Xena twisted to stare up at the stars overhead, her head pillowed
on her lover's chest. Gabrielle combed her fingers through soft dark
strands of hair, enjoying the brush of silk threads against her skin.
"You were right," Xena sighed at last, but didn't
Gabrielle grinned, her voice suggestive as she filled in. "Being
ravished makes for an entertaining evening?"
The warrior twisted to glance back at her lover, her expression a mix
of amused and disapproving. "That too," she murmured wryly.
She lay back down as she continued. "But, what I meant was...It
felt good to turn control over to someone else for a while."
"Ahh," Gabrielle murmured knowingly, and they both settled
into a comfortable silence for a long time.
It was Xena who finally broke the hush. "When I first met you, I
barely knew who I was...couldn't trust, couldn't admit to feeling
anything..." She rolled over, folding her arms together on
Gabrielle's chest, and resting her chin on her forearms. "I do love
you," she whispered huskily. "And I do trust you."
Gabrielle grinned and ruffled her lover's hair. "I know...but
it's nice to hear you admit it."
Xena's brow lifted. "It's pretty nice for me too," she
admitted with a broad smile.
"Guess we'll just have to keep each other."
"I guess we will."
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