The Scarlet Letter--Xena's Scroll (Conclusion)

WARNING; THIS SCROLL DEALS IN DEPTH WITH SUBJECT MATTER THAT SOME READERS WILL NOT WANT TO READ, IF THE THOUGHT OF WOMEN MAKING LOVE WHILE ONE IS HAVING THEIR MENSTRUAL CYCLE BOTHERS YOU, THEN YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THIS. IT IS VERY GRAPHIC. IF THE TOPIC DOES NOT APPEAL TO YOU, OR IF YOU READ THE SCROLL AND DON'T CARE FOR IT, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM NEGATIVE EMAILS. WE DON'T MIND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, BUT KNOW THIS SCROLL WON'T SETTLE WELL WITH ALL READERS. .

I know what she was thinking. The phallus would give us both satisfaction, but it would still remain impersonal. The thought of my being covered with her blood was still too much for her to take. "I could go for that," I told her with a smile. "If you'll strap it on me."

"With pleasure." She watched with eager eyes as I dug through my saddlebag, and then brought out the desired item. I handed her the harness, and then grinned at her.

"Where do you want me?"

"Come' ere," she answered, reaching out for my waist. She pulled me in position, so I was straddling her chest, and held the harness towards me. Then she dropped it.

"Gods, Xena, let me taste you first," she whispered, as the scent and sight of my dripping cunt overpowered her. "You're so wet."

Yes, I was, and I leaned back on my arms, and tilted my vagina toward her, so my whole womanhood was exposed and readily available. Her mouth moved directly to my entrance, and I felt her tongue plunge deep inside me. She wiggled her tongue all over my inner tunnel, never once touching my clit which was straining for contact.

"Gabrielle…" it was a growl I couldn't fight back. I wasn't in the mood to be teased, and that's what she was doing, intentionally. I glanced down and saw that nose wrinkled at me, as she took in my expression. Her head drew back, and I saw her chin dripping with my juices.

"What do you want, Xena?" she asked, suddenly taking the reins of control of the situation. She was very good at that, seemingly at my mercy, and then making me realize she knew exactly what she was doing.

"You know what I want, Gabrielle," I snarled back, waves of arousal forcing my hips to roll toward her. "Make me come!"

Her grin widened. "You want to come, do you?"

"Gabrielle…" the warning tone in my voice did nothing to hurry her, as she plunged her tongue inside me again, licking me even more wildly. This contact drove me crazy, and I couldn't stand it. I rested myself on my left hand and cheated, the fingers of my right hand closing hard on my clit. It screamed out its pleasure, and my hips began to jerk, causing my vagina to move of its own volition. She just held her tongue still, as I took over the movements, making myself orgasm within seconds.

My fingers released my clit as I had to support myself on two hands again, my cunt pumping out juices into her siphoning mouth. Gradually, my movements stopped…and I didn't move.

After a moment…"Xena?"

"Put on the harness…now."

She was still grinning, as she did what I ordered, skillfully drawing the leather straps tight over the back of my thighs, and then eyeing the wooden object now standing erect at my center.

"Get it wet."

She did, using her mouth to suck hard at the phallus, her hands stroking the base so the nub at it pressed into my still throbbing clit. I remembered the first time I had introduced the phallus to her…it hadn't been that long ago. She had been so tentative at first, as she was facing it in combination with a seething battle lust I wasn't sure I could control. Now, it no longer intimidated her, and she was craving its touch.

Her sucking caused her cheeks to hollow in, and I stared at her for a minute, wishing with all my might that it was my real flesh she was orally caressing. I didn't wish I was a man, for I had proven myself as capable as any man in any respect. But in this situation, I would have loved to have a real cock for her to engulf.

I would have to satisfy with filling her with this pseudo-cock, moving deep inside her as I felt her responses against me. Without thought, I backed up, and slid between her thighs.

I could see more of her blood had seeped out, and it caused a tremor to form in me. "I love you, Gabrielle," I whispered, and held the cock at the entrance to her body.

"I love you too," she moaned, and her eyes watched as I teased her with the head of the phallus, stroking over her clit and just barely dipping into her vagina. I saw her eyes narrow with something when I pulled back enough for her to see the blood on the phallus, but as I slowly sunk into her depths, the look was pure pleasure.

"Yes, Xena" she murmured, as I began a long slow rhythm. I reached under her thighs and bent them, giving me a better angle, and my fingers stroked the skin of the taut muscle as I slowly fucked her.

"Mmm…" she stretched her upper body, pressing tighter to me as the stroking continued, and she smiled dreamily, her discomfort at her cycle quickly forgotten. Her eyes closed, and I focused my vision on the sight lower, a sight I'd never forget.

The phallus returned from her body each time, glistening a little more, but as the depth of her rapture grew, her vagina relaxed, and the blood began to flow, and soon the phallus was shiny with the red fluid. It smeared into my own flesh, until it was hard to tell whom it was coming from. My cunt pulsated with pleasure, and my clit throbbed beneath the sticky crimson matter. I leaned back on my arms again, and began to thrust harder.

"Oh yes," I heard her voice, but I couldn't respond as my own excitement escalated rapidly. I couldn't tear my eyes from the sight of the phallus, plunging in and out, as the blood flowed harder. I felt a tingling warmth all over my body, and I came hard, unexpectedly. I moaned out her name and pushed forward, grabbing her in my embrace as my hips lost all control and plundered deep inside her without cease. Her eyes flew open and focused on my ecstatic face, and then she was answering me with her own climax, her mouth seeking mine out only so I could taste her screams.

"Oh my gods," I moaned, my mouth having suddenly gone dry. "Oh my gods…that was…oh my gods."

She giggled at me, her hands stroking through my sweaty hair. I suspected her orgasm was sheerly at the happiness of seeing my own, but for the moment, it was enough. "Yes, it was," she answered softly. "You were very excited."

"I still am," I promised her, and then I pulled from her embrace. Her eyes widened as I reached down and removed the harness, and she saw the mess we had made. Her cheeks grew pink again.

"Oh gods."

"Don't be embarrassed…or ashamed…" I told her.

"I was feeling so good, I had forgotten…but now…NO!" Her hands reached out to pull mine from moving the phallus to my mouth.

I yanked my hand free. "Are you going to deny me this pleasure?" I asked, and my tongue licked over my lips. I was dying for the taste of her blood.

"You can't Xena…It's not natural." All the joy of her desire from a moment before was buried under her embarrassment, and I was determined to bring it forth again.

"Not natural? A woman's cycle? Gabrielle, it's the most natural thing in the world. Do I have to explain to you the purpose of it?"

"No, Xena, but…it smells funny, and oh gods, you can't want to taste it!"

"Oh, yes, I can. And I will. It smells delicious, and the taste…" I gave the phallus a long lick, "is the Elysian Fields."

She didn't fight me anymore, but her face still blushed furiously as she watched me tongue the phallus, licking away the evidence of her cycle and her climax. The blood had already begun to dry, and I had to suck at certain spots to clean it thoroughly. I closed my eyes and hummed in the back of my throat, as I thought of what this would taste like coming straight from the source.

Her look of horror rapidly turned to something else as she watched me. Fresh arousal formed between my thighs, but all I could smell was her own. Her brain might tell her this was wrong, but her body was speaking a different language.

"You constantly surprise me," she said finally, when I was finished and laid the phallus aside.

"Are you disgusted?" I asked, feeling for the first time a wee bit of doubt at what I was feeling.

"I should be," she answered, wonderingly, "but how can I? You are so beautiful and true with your love…you make me feel like everything can be beautiful and true."

"With you, it can be," I told her. I felt warmth at her words, hesitantly spoken, but very heartfelt. "Will you let me kiss you?"

She didn't even pause. "Yes."

I don't know if she could taste her own blood in my mouth, but her tongue came out to lick every inch of the inside of my mouth. She sucked my tongue into her own, and stroked up and down the side of it until I could feel the pull down lower in my body. Her hunger hadn't been sated, and neither had mine.

I stroked my hands over her ribs and across her breasts, and her hands did the same to me. She pinched my nipples lightly, and began to urge with her hands for me to straddle her again.

I pulled free of her embrace. "No, Gabrielle. I'm not done with you yet."

"What are you doing?" she moaned, as I rose above her, and then pressed my cunt against hers. Instead of grinding against her, I began to slowly drag my body over hers, making sure I wiggled tightly against her center.

"I want to feel your essence", I answered softly, and she whimpered when she saw me lift my left breast in my hand. I pressed it into her center, and moved it around, until I pulled it up, dripping red from her blood. I repeated the action with its twin, and continued my trek until I had a red streak up my entire torso. I sat back on my haunches, and let her take in what I had done. My flesh puckered and grew tighter as the thin coating rapidly began to dry, and my skin itched with the sensation.

"I don't believe you," she moaned, but I could see her body quivering with lust. She might try to deny this, but she was as full of passion as I was.

"Believe me," I whispered, and I bent over to give her stomach a kiss, before draping her thighs over my shoulders.

"No, Xena!" she said defiantly, her upper body arching up as she attempted to pull away. "I won't let you do this."

"Yes, you will," I answered simply, and pressed a hand to her stomach, so she was forced to lay back on the bed. "Let me love you."


"No…" I heard her plea this time, but once again her body betrayed her. If she had really protested, or if I had really upset her, I would have forced myself to stop, but I could sense it was just her upbringing that was causing her to try to stop me. She, like so many others, had been taught that her monthly cycle somehow made her dirty and undesirable, but the truth was, it was the body's way of keeping itself clean and renewed. I didn't need any reminders that Gabrielle was a woman, of course, but this part of her let me celebrate the fact.

I drew my tongue up over the length of her slit, savoring the taste of her coppery blood and the taste of her secretions which told me her protests were token ones. When I dove in, and began to suck in earnest, her moans were of pleasure only, not discomfort.

"Xena…Xena…" was all she could say as I loved her ferociously with my mouth. Her taste and smell was incredibly erotic, and I couldn't get enough. I sucked in everything she offered me, savoring the taste and the difference in texture. My hand reached between my own legs, and I tweaked my pulsating clitoris in times with my tongue. She began to come, and so did I…and when we had calmed sufficiently, I started it all over again.

Finally, much later, her stomach sucked in and her body danced away from my mouth. She had all she could take, and was too sensitive for anymore right then. I had four fingers buried inside myself, and stilled the movements of my mouth and other hand, as I brought myself over the top one final time. Finally, and not until then, sated, I raised my head and looked at her.

The blush I was used to spread rapidly, and even her breasts were covered with the dark pink color. She stared at my mouth and chin, and I know it was dripping with her blood. I slowly licked my tongue in a wide circle around my mouth, and let her see the blood on my tongue before I swallowed it. She shuddered.

"Are you all right?" I asked, my voice sounding more like its old self. My lust had calmed finally, and now I was having trouble reading her face.

"Yes," she answered finally. "I'm shocked at myself and you…but I am more than all right. Thank you for not listening to me."

I smiled. "I was listening," I told her. "But I was listening to your body, not your words."

She smiled in return. "And what was my body saying?"

I reached up a blood covered finger, and stroked it along her stomach. Her gaze was captured by the red "X" I formed there. "It was saying it wanted to be mine," I told her.

"It got what it wanted," she whispered back. I reached for a clean wash cloth, and began to clean us up. She watched me in silence for a few moments, and I wondered what she was thinking.

"Do you want me to get some more hot water?" I asked her. "Do you need a bath?"

"No, Xena. I just need you." I was pleased, knowing she didn't feel soiled after what I had done to her. I pressed a clean pad between her legs, and pulled her underwear up into place. I pulled the cover up over us, and snuggled in close. "You've got me," I told her, before giving her a kiss. "For now and for always." With a contented sigh, she fell asleep in my arms, looking relaxed and happy. I quickly followed her into Morpheus' realm, feeling the same way.

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