Jamen dutifully followed Xena as she continued to lead him through the forest. They had traveled quite a distance.
"Where are we going?" he asked finally. He would rather be spending his time in a less mobile pursuit.
They walked into a small clearing and Xena finally turned to face him. "We are going," she purred, even as her fingers
curled in the hair at the nape of his neck, "far enough away that no one can hear us tonight."
Jamen's eyes widened as her words sunk in. "What's bringing this on?" he asked, then quickly added, "Not that I mind…"
Xena smiled a feral, heart-stopping smile. "I saw your nervous energy at the campfire," she responded. "I have it too. I just
know a better way to work it out of the system than pacing back an forth or arguing pointlessly."
"I see," Jamen replied slowly, his eyebrows rising.
Xena took a step backward. "Do you really?" she asked. She reached for the fastenings of her armor. She was in no hurry.
Jamen paused, his eyes riveted to the movements of her hands. "I think I do," he replied.
"Uh huh," Xena's voice was very husky, and her eyes, which were still narrowed, had a silvery glint. Jamen moved a step
toward her, but she held a hand up. "No," she ordered. "Not yet."
Jamen obeyed, his curiosity really aroused now. "Good boy," Xena told him, as she removed her breastplate. Her nimble
fingers undid the lacing of her leathers, and she laid them out flat on the ground. Her shift was gone in seconds, and she
flung it aside.
She stood before him, still clad in her boots, greaves, and bracers. Her stance was proud, her head held high, as her gaze
raked over Jamen's form.
Jamen swallowed hard as her erotic beauty engulfed him in waves. His nostrils flared as he caught the unmistakable scent of
her passion. His taste buds tingled at the memory of the way she tasted. It was a taste he would relive over and over again in
his mind.
Xena took a deep breath, and then her hands made their way up her body to stroke the sides of her face. She combed her
fingers through her thick tresses. For a few seconds, she lifted the veil of her ebony hair up off her neck, then let it drop
suddenly. Glossy strands fluttered over her shoulders to rest on her shoulders and breasts. Her hands continued their trek,
sliding across her collarbone and flipping over so her knuckles brushed over the top of her breasts. Her eyes had been
looking down at her own body, but now they flitted up to lock with Jamen's.
His breath caught in his throat as cobalt blue pierced right through him.
A half smile melted across Xena's features as she realized she had her lover's unwavering attention. She had little doubt
she could excite him beyond measure. What she had planned would have nearly the same effect on her.
Flipping her hands back over, Xena cupped her breasts. Her thumbs and forefingers tweaked the already erect nipples, coaxing
them to even greater peaks. Her body trembled as the sensations traveled directly from her heated breasts to her tensed core.
She heard Jamen's heartfelt moan as she lowered her head and pushed upward on her left breast, letting her lips encircle her
own nipple for a few seconds. She lowered the breast, and then repeated the action with the other breast, leaving them both
glistening. The slight breeze that swept across her caused her areoles to tighten and wrinkle. Jamen saw it all.
Xena adjusted her stance so her thighs were slightly parted. Jamen had he feeling he knew what was coming next. When
Xena's right hand began to caress its way down over her stomach then across her pubic mound, he knew he was right. His
eyes flashed steel as he watched her index finger dip briefly into the cleft, and then she held the now moistened finger in
the air in front of her face. "Oh Gods," she heard him manage before the finger disappeared between her full lips. Her eyes
closed in pleasure, both at the taste and at the music of Jamen's plea.
When her eyes opened again, she saw that Jamen's own hand had stolen its way to the front of his trousers, and he squeezed
the bulge there. She parted her legs further, and her hand began to rub the folds at the top of her thighs, causing the whole
area to pulsate with pleasure. Throwing her head back, her lips parted as her breathing changed.
Jamen's eyes closed for a few seconds, as he tried to control his impulses. More than anything, he wanted to dive face first
between Xena's thighs and drink in her ambrosia. He wanted to take her firm little clitoris between his teeth and worry it until
she was thrashing beneath him. He wanted to plunge three of his fingers inside her, feeling her muscles contract around him.
Jamen's eyes opened again to see that Xena's needs were growing as well. She seemed to be swaying a little unsteadily on
her feet. Her eyes fluttered open as Jamen reached inside his breeches and freed his burgeoning erection. She gave him a
self-satisfied smile, silently telling him that's what she had been waiting for, then gracefully lowered herself so she lay on her
back on her leathers. Jamen gasped at the view she gave him, as his eyes traveled over her from toe to head.
Xena parted her thighs, allowing Jamen to see the glistening flesh between them. She heard him moan in pleasure again.
Bending one knee, she moved her right hand to the juncture of her thighs. She raked her index finger up the length of her
slit, gathering up some of the moisture she was emitting. Once again, she brought the finger up to her mouth. She rubbed
the lubrication across her lips, and then the hand moved back to her center of arousal. Once more, she locked eyes with
Jamen, as her pink tongue snaked out to lick the juices from her lips.
Her first two fingers began to rub her clitoris in an up and down motion, slow at first, then faster. Meanwhile, her left hand
was pinching her nipples alternately…vigorously. Her pleasure was rapidly mounting.
Jamen continued to hold his erection in his grasp, squeezing it occasionally. He wanted so badly to stroke himself, but was
doing his best to resist, for he knew it would take very little added stimulation before he exploded. When Xena's left hand
joined her right one, and she spread her labia wide, totally exposing himself to her, he couldn't stand it anymore.
Xena heard the unmistakable sounds of his climax, and opened her eyes in time to see him spill his seed to the earth. She
loved the sight of a man's organ as he reached his peak, and her own climax was suddenly impending. Jamen continued
to hold himself as he slowly opened his eyes, relief spread across his features.
Xena's fingers were working very fast now, and Jamen could see her thighs straining and trembling. Her face was a mask
of concentration. Her left second and fourth fingers were spreading her inner lips now, and the middle finger was plunging in
and out of her core.
With a sudden grunt of pleasure, her body jolted upward as she flew over the top. Her left hand had ceased moving, but her
right still continued to stroke.
Jamen had the distinct feeling Xena had done this before, as he watched her fingers skillfully prolong her own orgasm. The
only sound she had made was the groan at the beginning, but her face held the sleepy smile that told him she was
temporarily sated.
Her hands eventually moved from her crotch to rest lightly on her stomach. Her eyes were still closed. Her heartbeat and
breathing rapidly returned to normal, although the pulsing at her core was still very prominent.
Taking a deep breath, Xena opened her eyes. Jamen had dropped to his knees, his manhood still in his grasp. He was
lightly stroking it, and Xena could see he hadn't entirely lost his rigidity. His eyes were wide as he continued to stare at her
lower half. When he realized she was watching him, he grinned at her, unabashed.
"By the gods, Xena," he said, his voice wavering a bit. "You are the most exciting creature ever put on this earth."
Xena's expression quickly grew hungry again. "That was just an appetizer," she promised him. She languidly lifted one of
her feet in his direction, and Jamen took the cue, slipping the long boot and accompanying leg armor from it. He repeated
the action on the other leg, and then divested himself of his own clothing in record time. Xena continued to recline, one
hand casually stroking her stomach as the other toyed with a nipple.
Jamen was naked now. "Come here," Xena said, wiggling a finger at him. He was at her side in an instant, pressing his
mouth to hers for a kiss. Xena's mouth opened to his, and their tongues instantly sought the other's.
When their mouths has parted, Jamen lowered his head to the most sensitive spot on her neck, sucking lightly at the flesh
as he reacquainted himself with her taste. One of Xena's hands stroked through his wavy hair, and the other rubbed his
lower back and taut buttocks. She reveled in his compact behind, so unlike her more curvy one.
Jamen's mouth moved to a breast, and his tongue and teeth expertly nipped and sucked at her flesh. He began to slide
down her body, but Xena had other designs in mind. She stopped his progress with a firm hand on his back.
Lifting his hand from her breast, he looked disappointed. "I wanted to taste you," he told her plaintively.
"Later," she promised, with a sly smile. "Straddle my stomach."
Jamen agreed, without hesitation, although he vaguely wondered when he had lost command. The last time they had
made love, Xena had followed his lead, and they had both been well sated.
Xena nodded her approval at him, and held out her left arm. Jamen took hold of the long limb, and pulled the armor
from it, not releasing her arm until he had kissed the inside of her elbow. Xena lifted her other arm, and after another
lingering flick of his tongue, she was totally naked as well.
Xena had that wicked smile across her features again. Jamen had quickly learned that when it came to sex, that glint
meant nothing but sheer pleasure.
Her eyes followed the path her hands were taking as she slowly caressed her way up his tight abdomen to his firm pectorals.
She pinched his small nipples, which quickly responded, hardening beneath her fingers.
"You're very sensitive there," she purred, as she continued to tease his pecs.
"So are you," he replied, as his fingers mirrored her actions on her body. His eyes shining with pleasure, his teeth flashed
at her. "Only yours are far more…pliant."
Xena knew he was referring to watching use her own mouth on her breasts. Her eyes narrowed again to icy blue slits. "Scoot
up a bit," she directed.
Once again, he obeyed quickly, watching her closely. His semi-erection lay in the valley between her breasts, and he
suspected she was about to take him into her mouth.
One of her hands left his chest, and moved out of sight behind him. Seconds later, the hand was hovering below his nose.
He recognized the fragrance immediately and quickly sucked her wet finger into his mouth, cleaning all of her moisture
from it.
After he had released her digit, her hand moved again, and when he saw it this time, all five fingers were dripping. She
moved the hand over his penis, effectively coating him with a fine sheen.
Then, her other hand left his pec, and she used both hands to press at the sides of her breast, trapping his manhood between
them.
Jamen was puzzled for second, but something in her eye told him what he should do. He pulled back slightly, then thrust
forward, feeling the silky softness of her flesh stroke him. He quickly fell into a rhythm, amazed at how pleasurable this was.
Xena watched the myriad of expressions play across his features as his erection grew in size and firmness. She had done
this in the past, and knew her partners found it very stimulating. Jamen's head was slowly lolling back, as his hips began
to increase the pace. His hands stroked her sculpted cheekbones, and then moved to her compressed breasts. Flattening
his palms out, he rubbed over her tightened peaks in concentric circles.
Xena was watching the head of his manhood, as it traveled closer and closer to her chin. Finally, his thrusts had lengthened
to the point that she could reach him, and after lifting her head, her tongue flicked him as he neared her mouth.
Jamen's head shot forward at the new sensation. Xena's imagination knew no boundaries! Xena's mouth opened and this
time, she briefly sucked him in.
The change of textures as the crown of his cock traveled from the relatively dry, satiny skin of her breasts to the wet warmness
of her mouth made Jamen's head reel. His movements became more erratic, as his heart rate increased. He was beginning
to gasp for breath.
Xena watched him, finding little physical pleasure in this, but feeling great satisfaction knowing the ecstasy it was bringing
Jamen. His hands convulsively pressed against her, tightening the pressure on his organ. "I'm close," he groaned above
her.
"I know," she intoned back. She began sucking harder when he entered her mouth. Xena studied him closer and timed her
next statement perfectly. "Come in my mouth," she told him.
It took about a half a second for the words to register, then he readily complied. One more mighty thrust, and his body
galvanized as he released into her siphoning mouth. Xena nursed hungrily at him, swallowing the results of his efforts.
Jamen finally slumped forward onto his elbows, trying to catch his breath. His sweaty body rested above her for a moment.
Xena licked the remains of his fluids from him, and then quieted beneath Jamen's panting body. Her hands finally released
her breast, and she pulled her head back slightly so his manhood could slip from her mouth.
As she released him, he pulled himself off her, and rolled onto his back, one arm flung across his eyes. Xena rolled over on
her side. She couldn't resist reaching out to toy once again with the nearest nipple.
Jamen gasped for air for long seconds, his body thrumming with pleasure. He didn't know if his manhood would rise to
the challenge, but he was well aware that Xena's body was still throbbing with pent up sensations. He reached down and took
the hand on his pectoral, bringing it up to his lips. He gently kissed her fingertips, one-by-one, then rolled over onto his side to
face her.
Jamen could lose himself in the depth of Xena's eyes. They twinkled at him, telling him how pleased she was with the way he
had responded to her lovemaking. But he could see her hunger too, and knew she was far from being sated. He'd see what he
could do about that.
Gently, he reached out a hand, urging Xena to roll to her back. She complied readily, pulling him with her. His mouth was
on hers in an instant, and their tongues parted, as each tasted the other.
Jamen's mouth worked ravenously against Xena's, his tongue caressing her gums and inner cheeks. Xena seemed to sense
he wanted control now, and she restrained herself from dominating the kiss. Instead, she ran her fingers over his muscular
shoulders and concentrated on the tingling sensations she felt wherever he touched her. His strong hands started with her
cheekbones, stroking her, and soon made his way from her neck, over her collarbone and to her upper arms before his mouth
drew away from hers.
Xena's eyes fluttered open at the loss of contact, but shut once again as Jamen's teeth and tongue followed the path his
fingers had blazed. His mouth sucked at her flesh, sometimes softly and sometimes powerfully. His tongue nipped and
nibbled at all her sensitive places.
Xena fought back a shiver as his teeth bit into her sensitive earlobe, even as his hands were stroking over her ribcage. The
back of his hands brushed the sides of her breasts, and she ached for his touch there. Jamen sensed that, but had his own
agenda on his mind. He stroked up her arms again, then taking her hands, pulled them up so they were outstretched above
her head, exactly as she had done to him in the barn.
"Keep them there," he breathed into her ear, before his tongue snaked out to lick the shell-like formation.
Xena couldn't suppress the shudder this time. "I'll try," she vowed.
Jamen smiled, knowing the implications of that statement. "See that you do," he said, with newfound confidence. "Or I
promise you, I'll stop immediately." His fingers grazed her nipples, and Xena swallowed back a moan.
Jamen's hands stroked her stomach and hips as his tongue rolled over the enticing flesh of her breast. Her skin tasted slightly
salty, from both of their perspiration. As his tongue dipped between the soft mounds though, he senses a different flavor and
realized it was the lubrication she had brought up from her enflamed core. He set about licking up every remaining vestige
of her arousal, his tongue lapping her in short, rough strokes.
Jamen heard Xena moan again, and although she didn't move her hands, her back arched as she silently urged him to tend
to her neglected nipples.
Taking the none-too-subtle hint, Jamen moved his head to the right a bit, and began circling the hardened bud with his
magical tongue. He let his tongue just grazed the area where her dusky aureoles began, but still avoided her greatest need.
Switching breasts, he continued the same torture on its twin.
Xena swallowed hard as she tried to control her response. Jamen was already driving her wild with desire, and he hadn't even
come close to her most aroused parts.
Finally, Jamen's tongue moved to her nipple.
He heard Xena's sigh of relief as he suckled her, his left hand moving up to tweak and knead her other breast. Pursing his lips,
he sucked hard, and this time, he heard her sharp intake of breath. Reversing positions, he brought her other breast to the
same heightened state.
His ever-questing fingers had grown tired of their aimless wandering, and stroked downward, until they were touching her
dark triangle. Jamen tugged gently at her silky hair, and Xena wiggled against him, parting her thighs in invitation.
Jamen had to admire Xena's self-control. The movements of her body, the scent of her desire, even the pattern of her
breathing told him she was on fire for more of his touch. Yet she kept her hands above her head, and didn't voice her
need to him. He wanted to make her cry out with her longings, and was beginning to wonder if that was even possible.
Gradually, he slid his body down hers, his mouth tasting a meandering path along her belly until he was near the real
source of her passion. He pressed a light kiss to her fleshy mound, the only plump part of her entire body. Her thighs
involuntarily parted further, her most private areas weeping out their need for his touch. With a fierce grin, Jamen
brought his tongue up one inner thigh, and down the other.
Jamen heard a stifled groan from above him, and glanced up to see Xena had intertwined her fingers in an effort to not
use her hands. Her mouth was opened wide as she struggled for each ragged breath.
More determined than ever, he eyed her pulsating center. Jamen slipped a hand under each of her delicious thighs, and
raised them so they were draped over his shoulders. He heard another contented sigh from Xena as she locked her ankles
behind him.
She was more than ready; she was soaked to the point that he could see the juices running down to coat the cleft of her
backside. He gently blew his warm breath on her heated flesh, and then inhaled deeply. He loved the musky scent she
gave off.
Carefully avoiding her demanding little clitoris, he began to stroke his tongue up and down her slit, slowly…maddeningly.
Xena's eyes rolled back as the intensity grew. Jamen had been wonderful with his tongue before; but even that was
nothing compared to the current heights he had brought her to. The only thing she could feel was the aching throb between
her legs; and she doubted she would withstand much more of the torment before doing something…anything…to relieve it.
She remembered his threat to stop though, and was determined to restrain herself.
Jamen raised her hips to him, and continued his ministrations, his tongue dipping into the entrance to her body from time to
time. The satiny warmth of her encouraged him beyond reason. From beneath her, he moved a finger upward, lightly
penetrating her. He felt Xena's body lurch against him, swallowing the finger to the first knuckle. He withdrew the digit,
pleased when he heard her groan out her disappointment. After a beat, he let the finger again barely touch her, and she
thrust forward once more, taking him deeper. Jamen wouldn't give in though, and as he pulled his finger from her, he
heard a whimper sound in her throat.
He didn't feel guilty teasing her in this manner, for he knew the end results would be worth her present discomfort. "Let's try
this again," he murmured, and this time, she didn't thrust toward him. He could feel her thighs shaking with the effort to reign
in her movements.
"Good girl," he whispered, and his tongue flicked her clitoris as a reward. When Xena's body had stilled, he slid his finger in
all the way.
Letting his tongue continue to taste and tease her, Jamen caressed her inner walls with his steadily moving digit. He avoided
touching her clitoris again, and soon, Xena was writhing beneath him. Jamen slipped another finger inside, never ceasing
his rhythm.
Xena could not ever remember being so much at someone's mercy. Every fiber, every cell of her body cried out for her to
take control, but somehow, she managed to hold back. She bit hard into her lower lip when she felt his thumb stroke her
tiny nether opening. His teeth nipped her clitoris and she gasped sharply. As Jamen's infuriating tongue began to circle
the hardened pebble, no relief in sight, Xena realized she had to do something.
"Please…" she forced the word out through clenched teeth.
Jamen lifted his head with a victorious smile. "Please what?" he asked, determined to make her voice her need.
"Please…" she said again, "By the gods, Jamen, let me come!"
He took one last glance at her unseeing eyes, and lowered his head, not quite ready to give in to her. His fingers continued
their movements, and his thumb invaded her rear entrance shallowly, but he only touched her clitoris occasionally, but with
no regularity, hearing her heartfelt moans with each touch.
Jamen heard Xena groan deeply above him, and her thighs locked tighter around his ears, threatening to cut off his air
supply. Her moisture flowed from her freely, allowing his thumb to slip even further into her dark passage. Her inner
muscles gripped him tightly, as her body tried to find its own release.
He gripped her clitoris lightly between his teeth, and worked it back and forth. Xena's hips bucked against him, but he just
rode her out, never breaking contact. A long constant moan was bubbling up from her now, and her head thrashed from
side-to-side. Xena didn't know if she was going to be able to survive this tumult.
Jamen relented, after an eternity, and sucked earnestly at her clitoris, his tongue swirling across the tiny erection. His two
fingers and thumb pumped vigorously into her. He felt Xena tense beneath him, wondering if he would ever cease his
movements again if she began her release. Sensing her distress, he lifted his mouth long enough to whisper, "Come for
me now, Xena."
Once his words had penetrated her muddled thoughts, Xena stiffened beneath him. Then her climax started, a jolting
mind-searing experience that started at her center and radiated outward. Not able to hold back anymore, Xena cried
out her pleasure to the world around them.
Jamen continued the movements of his fingers and his tongue, helping her ride the peak for as long as possible. Xena's
head had risen from the ground, and he could see the obvious relief and ecstasy on her expression. Her thighs tightened
around him, and her inner walls gripped in time with her waves of pleasure.
Gradually, Xena relaxed somewhat beneath him. She laid her head back down, and her thighs loosened their grip on him.
Jamen gave her clitoris one last loving kiss, then slowly raised his head. He could see her chest rise and fall with each deep
breath. When at last he slipped his fingers from her, he heard her moan softly. Her legs slipped from around his neck, and
Jamen pulled himself up over her. His hands rested on either side of her head; his long legs stretched and cradled between
her still parted thighs. He smiled down into her perspiring face.
Finally, Xena's eyes opened, and eventually, they focused on her lover. She gave him one of those rare, dazzling full smiles,
then pressed her head up to his to give him a kiss of gratitude. Then, when their mouths had separated, she reached up to
gently stroke his lips.
"No one's ever done that to me before," she whispered, her eyes full of wonder.
"What?" Jamen asked.
She paused, and then admitted, "Beg for release."
He had to ask. "Was it worth it?"
She groaned slightly as she felt the tightness still toying between her thighs. "Oh yes," she assured him, "but what a ride to get
there."
Jamen couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at her confession. She was nothing short of amazingly inventive in her
lovemaking, and he was sure he had just done a bit of surprising of his own. Her thrashings beneath him and her
impassioned cries had once again excited him, and his erection tattooed out its need against her thigh.
"Are you ready for more?" he asked her.
Xena knew a challenge when she heard one. Her arms encircled his shoulders as she pulled him down to rest firmly on top
of her. She bent his earlobe gently before whispering. "Bring it on.."
It was quite sometime before they cried out their final passion for the night. Jamen held Xena tightly to him; content to have
the length of her body lay out on top of him. She cradled her head on his shoulder, totally, and completely sated.
She was just beginning to drift off when she heard Jamen ask, "How did you know?"
"How did I know what?" she asked.
"How did you know we needed to get so far away from Gabrielle?" It was a good thing they had, for toward the end, both
of them had called out their ecstasy to the world repeatedly.
Xena lifted her head to give him a look that made him feel a response in a body part that he thought would be dormant
for days. "I knew what I planned on doing," she told him wickedly. "And I knew what kind of effect it would have on you."
"Hmmm," he mused, trying not to look put out that she knew what control she had over him.
"Don't feel bad," Xena purred, knowing what he was thinking.
"Why not?" he asked.
She gave him a wry smile. "You made me scream first."
He paused for a second, then a slow grin spread across his features. "Hey, yeah," he responded.
Xena winked at him, and lowered her head again, very tired. "We should get back to Gabrielle," she told Jamen.
She heard Jamen sigh softly. "I know. Now we're going to find out just how long a walk we really took."
Xena chuckled at him, reluctantly getting to her feet. Jamen stood beside her, and they dressed quickly. Then, holding
hands, they made their way back to the bard.
It wasn't long before they were back at the clearing. Jamen gave Xena one final kiss. "Thank you for a night I'll never forget,"
he said.
"Thank you for the same," Xena whispered back, before moving to her own bedroll beside Gabrielle. Within moments, both
of them were asleep.
