Disclaimer: This is a short piece of fiction based on the
characters from Xena; Warrior Princess. Being the rightful property
of Universal Studios, it is not my intention to infringe on related
copyright laws or to make any profit. I also want to tell you right
up front that I can't spell for dinars. This story would appear a
whole lot more Greek than intended if it wasn't for the skills of my
beta reader at large, Moon Shadow. Take a bow MS.
Warning 1: TPoS comes under the definition of Alternative
fan fiction, as such it places Xena in a sexual situation with
another woman. That situation involves descriptions of consensual
S/m. If the idea of one woman bringing another pleasure in this
fashion is something you just can't relate to, feel free to leave
through the closest exit.
Warning 2: A rather bloody battle is also mentioned, its
not graphic, but if you don't like the thought of people losing their
heads, turn and run.
© Dark Angel.
If it hadn't been for the oversized lantern with the piece of red
cloth blowing like a streamer from it's base, she may have walked
right past the building. From where she stood, business appeared slow
doing nothing to improve her confidence. There had been only one very
drunk merchant decked out in his Solstice best enter since she taken
up watch across the street. And nobody, not a soul had come out.
Xena nudged stray tendrils of hair from her eyes and shifted her
weight uneasily. It had taken her longer than she'd counted on to
find the place, coming about the actual location only after offering
another dinar for an already paid for bath and room. The inn keeper
seemed painfully slow to catch her drift, but then again, she hadn't
been all that clear in what she was asking.
Suppressing a groan from the sentient prodding in her gut, she
pushed off from the wall, her boots falling into a determined tread
as she moved out of the shadows and climbed the steps. The door, not
surprisingly was left ajar and admitted her with little effort.
Smells of smoke, cheap whiskey and sweat permeated her nostrils as
she closed the portal, forcing her to open her mouth to breathe.
She'd left her doubts out in the street she reminded herself
coughing from the taste of stale oxygen. Willing her feet closer to
the first piece of furniture she saw, she hesitated briefly,
unlatching a small pouch from her belt and tipping it and it's
contents face down on the counter.
"How much?" Asked Xena, meeting the scowling features of a
hefty woman who appeared to be handling arrivals.
The woman eyed her coolly, studying the array of weapons strapped
ready to the stranger's clothes.
"You'll need to check them here," she said abruptly.
The warrior wasn't in the habit of surrendering her arms to just
anyone. But the woman's expression didn't alter, only cementing it
seemed as she held Xena's arctic glare to her own. Clearly it was a
matter of who would thaw first but sweat trickled down both armpits
in the time it took Xena to realize there weren't going to be any
negotiations here. Silently she lifted her chakram from it's hook and
drew her blade, handing them over without attempt to argue.
"Depends on who and what you want." The woman offered
Xena paused, unsure of what she had actually meant, then following
the protruding chin over her shoulder. She turned half way around,
slowly surveying the assortment of available harlots adorning the
establishment walls. There was perhaps a dozen of varying shapes and
coloring, all dressed scantily and ranging in age from old enough to
be her mother to young enough to get her arrested. Self consciously
she bit her lip, stubbing her boot at an invisible knot in the floor
The woman at the counter grunted something about not having all
night. So pulling on her best 'barely interested guise, she willed
herself steady as eyes discreetly searched for what she'd come
looking for. A slip of a girl, fair skinned with sun bleached locks
came into view - followed closely by a resounding pang of guilt. Xena
forced her eyes to move on, grimacing at the thought while realizing
no one, including the young whore, was particularly interested in a
stranger trying to make her pick.
Cynically she wandered what it would be like to be sitting in the
near dark, eying the travelers as they checked their dignity with
their weapons. But she knew it was too late for that too. Two hirsute
looking soldiers, fresh from battle by the smell of them, sidled past
her. Making their choices quickly and thundering off to collect the
woman they'd jointly acquired. Another grunt of impatience sprouted
from behind her.
"How about the little blonde in the far corner." Xena said,
desire defeating her before sense could chose another.
"She's new, not seen a whole lot of business." The woman
told her. "You can have her and a bath for 5 dinar."
"I've already had a bath." Xena muttered testily, thinking
the price sounded steep.
Just how she was going to explain the sudden drop in funds to
Gabrielle she didn't know. The room, earlier wash and the extra cost
to find the damn place had already set her back five dinar. It wasn't
that she didn't have the money, but ten less dinar was a lot harder
to explain than five. She thought about just scooping the healthy
pile of coins back up off the counter and walking straight out of
there. But she knew she couldn't.
The ache wouldn't let her.
She had left Gabrielle a days ride away, safely installed as short
help while she'd aided a neighboring village against a would-be
Warlord trying to move into the territory. Negotiations hadn't turned
out the way anyone would have liked and too many soldiers on both
sides had gone Hades that morning.
She reached mindfully to the latest addition to her already scared
frame. She had been distracted for no more than a breath, a weight
against her boots slowing what she knew to be life determining
movements. She'd cast her sight downward to clear the snag and found
the boy she'd shared breakfast with - no more than Gabrielle's age
laying almost decapitated at her feet. She'd stared at him longer
than was wise, numb as the blade dragged across her flesh, her own
blood spilling on to his sodden tunic like someone urinating on his
grave. It shouldn't have bothered her, but his morning banter had
reminded her so much of her own young bard, perhaps too - a little of
Bitter tears stung on her grime covered face as men seem to come
from every possible angle, swarming. She'd showed none a hint of
mercy as they swung at her, slicing swift and deadly at whoever
foolishly approached her circle around the fallen boy. Blood gushed
on to the battle field, she alone killing more than half her army's
share. She covered herself in it, had stood in it, caring not that
she stunk of the remains until long after they had ridden home and
named themselves victorious.
She couldn't care. Her heart had beat with the might of ten and,
for the first time since she'd ended her own murderous reign, the
beast within her - locked away and forgotten, clawed and howled till
- was also checking itself at the door....
"So what will it be?" The woman demanded impervious to
Xena's thoughts. "Every girl comes with a bath, its up to you
whether ya use the water or not."
Xena gritted her teeth under the pressure. "Her," she
replied nodding at the blonde she'd already pointed out. "Two
The woman reached down and pulled up a clean towel, depositing it
next to the emptied money pouch.
"Two candle marks will cost you double," she said.
Xena's eyebrows knitted. She could buy a new saddle for that kind
"Double?" she repeated appalled.
"Double," the woman echoed.
"Last room on the left," she signaled eying up the hall to
Xena's right. "You want anything out of the ordinary, you
negotiate it with your purchase. She'll tell ya the prices."
Xena took a deep breath exhaling louder than she'd wanted. Chewing
her lip she counted out ten dinar quickly and shoved them forward on
the surface. A swift drag of her uninjured arm pulled the remaining
coins back into her pouch before she picked up the towel and
wordlessly strode off towards the girl.
Two women about her age looked mildly disappointed when she passed
She stopped, finally looking down at delicate fingers resting in a
skirt that hid very little. She was 18 summers at best with uncanny
features that almost dared Xena back to any one of the other whores
sitting in wait. The girl looked up, sensing the scrutiny from the
knee high boots that had stopped suddenly and smiled, apparently
pleased at what she saw. Without a word, she rose and followed the
customer down the short hall way.
The door opened amidst encouraging instructions for the stranger
to make herself at home.
The arrangements were simple; a bed, a wash tub, a small table
with a basket of fragrances and what looked liked home made manacles.
The room was surprising well lit compared to the foyer Xena decided,
realizing she hadn't known what to expect.
'Well,' she sighed. 'There's a first time for everything.' Before
she could get her bearings, she realized the girl had walked straight
over to the bed and was standing perfectly postured, apparently
waiting for her to approach her.
Xena looked everywhere except in the girl's direction, feeling
inordinately awkward under the gentle tilt of a friendly smile. She
suddenly remembered the towel strung over her shoulder and decided
she'd look less out of place in the whole process by finding a place
to put it. The room hadn't changed from the first swift glance she
thought trying to lightening her heart as she looked around. Finally
she gave up worrying about appearances and dropped the thin piece of
cloth over the basket full of surprises on the table before shoving
her hands deep into her trouser pockets for good measure.
"Are you nervous, soldier?" the girl whispered,
unperturbed, coming to press against her. Lightly painted lips
brushed across polished armor. Xena figured the soldier comment
hailed from the borrowed uniform she wore instead of her usual
leathers. She let it and the question about her nervousness slide,
allowing the girl's lips to continue working their way up her
shoulders and neck.
When the girl moved her hands over Xena's breast shield, she took
her fully in her arms, smothering her sense of guilt as she returned
the smoldering kisses. Gladly she lost herself in the sensations,
absorbed herself in the touch and taste. Deepening her kiss and
strengthening the caresses, she let the the licentious creature
uncoil. It didn't take long for the gentle strokes to become harsh
and demanding - for her mouth to become an ardent and powerful
dictator of their passion.
The girl pulled away, suddenly wide eyed but managing to maintain
what Xena deemed her 'professional' smile.
"Rough will cost you quite a bit more, my beautiful
soldier." She said, rubbing the mark Xena had left on her neck.
Xena looked at the woman child before her. The fire, relit in the
morning's battle was threatening to erupt. Rough was an
understatement, she chuckled ruefully. If it had been as simple as
just needing sex, she would have tried a little harder with the inn
keeper's daughter where she'd rented her room. Or maybe even turned
Argo around and ridden all night to return to Gabrielle, knowing she
would have stopped somewhere along the way to release the need
And if she'd been alone, she might have let the tears forcing
passage behind her eyes spill through. Gabrielle wasn't an option and
she knew it. The bard would have held her on her return to be sure.
She would have cleaned and re-bandaged the wound. She may have even
massaged the stiff muscles till all the knots were gone. But she
wouldn't have offered and Xena certainly wouldn't have asked her to
quench the undeniable pressure vulcanizing in her groin.
Somewhere in their short time together she had fallen in love with
the young girl from Poteidia. Somewhere along the way, she sensed
Gabrielle had fallen in love with her too. But they hadn't got to the
point of saying the words yet and Xena believed after witnessing
Gabrielle's near death at Thessaly that even if Gabrielle did say the
words, she would have to refute them. She wasn't a warlord any
longer, but she still killed people, no matter the change in
reasoning. Danger still seemed to find her in every direction that
she turned. She wasn't ever going to safe to be with and she knew
eventually she would either force Gabrielle back to her family or get
her killed. She couldn't let her love her and she wouldn't let
herself love Gabrielle.
'So here I am,' Xena mused. 'Once destroyer of nations, defiler of
countless paying for a little blood letting of her own.' She
would find a way to explain the money, she decided, strengthening her
stance. She had come to the one place she always said she wouldn't.
She was here for a reason and she knew the reason wasn't going to
just go away.
"How much more?" The low, throaty voice asked.
The girl smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Xena stepped forward, slowly unbuttoning her trousers enough to
show the straps of a harness and phallus base. The girl's gaze
wandered over the hands fumbling to expose this hidden desire and
then to the face of their owner. She smiled lightly again starting to
remove her clothes.
"Another five," she offered, answering the unsolicited
"And if you're on your knees?" Xena breathed moving closer,
confidence increasing with her need. "......and I put it any place
The girl didn't answer but her smile stayed fixed. She stripped
away the last of her undergarments, rising briefly to fold the bed
coverings back. Then, sitting again, her legs slightly parted this
time, she patted the space next to her for Xena to sit.
"That would be yet another five dinar, handsome one." She
murmured gently as she unbuckled the cuirass from around the
warrior's ribs and shoulders. Xena let her remove it and the breast
shield, helping somewhat with the wrist guards and boots. But she
stopped the smaller hands at completely removing the open vest,
kissing her possessively again.
"And if I want to use my belt on you first?" Xena growled
deep into the girl's mouth. "If I want to see the strokes color
Young fingers laced themselves into the dark hair as she held her
soldier, kissing her back with equal incentive. Xena's own fingers
worked their way up and over full breasts, squeezing the nipples till
they were erect. The girl winced but didn't pull away. She pressed
her back, downward, a thigh forcing itself between and parting her
"If I want to see you hold yourself bare and welcome the
The girl's heart hammered. Mechanics took over as she opened her
mouth wider, accepting the thick searching tongue as it repeatedly
thrust down her throat. Against her mound she could feel the
unyielding length that had only been partially displayed to her. The
stranger continued to ground into her and she allowed herself to be
driven where ever it took her. Silently she considered the list of
requests from the woman, calculating how much she would charge for
It took but a moment to tally it all up and she stilled the
stranger's hips, stopping foreplay becoming pleasuring before final
payment was set. When Xena finally pulled away, easing up just a
little, her lips were still open almost salivating. Her head was
lowered and her hair enveloped their upper bodies like a kind of
curtain, blocking out some of the room's light. The girl thought she
risked losing herself in the richness of color she saw. They were the
most beautiful eyes she could ever remember seeing on a man or a
woman. But there was something else, something barely hidden, just
waiting to take hold and darken the vision.
"Then you would need to place a total of 20 dinar by my bed,
kind stranger." She whispered, knowing it was anything but
kindness this woman was paying for.
Xena pushed up, growling out to the sweet torment. She knew if she
stayed astride of her much longer she would take her hard and fast.
There was no doubt that she wanted it hard - but fast, spent in a
matter of moments, was not what she was parting with 30 dinar for.
The need had been left unattended for too long, a quick fuck
wouldn't do it, wouldn't extinguish the blaze. Moving completely off
the girl she reached for the pouch still fastened on her belt.
The girl rose realizing her price had been accepted without
question or debate. She walked to the foot of the bed, watching as
the coins were counted out and placed on the table beside it. Then
the stranger stood up too, drawing buckled leather through the loops
on her uniform till the belt lay across her upturned palms. What
catches still keeping her trousers up were released and she let the
garment fall in a heap around her ankles. She stepped out of them,
using her foot to brush them aside. All that remained was the
borrowed army vest made for a larger build. It hung long on her
muscles thighs, covering her buttocks but not enough to completely
hide the leather organ strung at her crotch.
The girl watched her stretch proudly in her near nakedness,
reaching for an invisible point as her full unquestioning dark power
unraveled. She looked hastily to the dinars piled by her bed
reminding herself of her place. The stranger had called something
deep within her to the surface, finally letting it breathe in the
crisp night air. She could almost swear she heard it sigh. Gone was
the nervous twitch, gone were the beautiful blue eyes. The animal was
waking and she, the young whore, was meant to feed it.
Knowingly, the girl parted her legs and lent forward, grasping
each side of the bed end until her knuckles whitened.
She had moved behind her, standing paused while she soaked up the
vision of the girl's own anticipation glistening against her inner
thigh - distracted only by her own hand stroking the length of
leather at her groin, wetness coating the base. She pushed into
herself, releasing a clamor feral and raw. Gone was any hint of
self-consciousness, gone was the morning's battle and the boy, gone
too, the ever present thoughts of her bard.
"How many can you take?" Came the low pitched tones of this
The girl raised her head slightly, angling her gaze on the very
tip of the bed head.
"As many as you wish." she replied, composing herself
against the impending strikes.
And as the leather sung above her, she whispered.
"I am yours."
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