She was sitting sideways in the saddle, her legs hanging over the right side. I watched her expression change as she took in what I was saying, and then a delighted grin spread over her features. Without another question, she slid her arms around my shoulders and kept them there, her face beaming into mine. I chuckled at her expression, then let a seemingly ferocious sneer slide over my features before I looked away.
Argo was taking us deeper into the woods, and when I knew we were safely away from any stray Amazon scouts, I reached my right hand forward and stroked her face. She had been leaning into me, but pulled away then, to look into my eyes. I could see from the response in hers that she had sensed my need. "I hope you don't mind," I said finally. "I thought you needed the afternoon off from your queening." She smiled at my use of the word, then nodded seriously, her grasp on me tightening. "It sounds good to me," she replied, and with that single sentence, she was accepting everything I had planned for us that day. It made me even more alive with sensation, and I couldn't wait any longer. I began to kiss her, wrapping my right hand around her head to pull her close, my tongue immediately prodding for entrance into her mouth. There was no hesitation as she opened up to me like a little flower seeking the rain. She met my probing with a response of her own, and it wasn't long before the touching of our mouths wasn't enough. I loosened my grip from her hair, and began to stroke down her back and over the top of her ass. She squirmed, trying to get comfortable, and I pulled back my head long enough to tell her to turn around and straddle my waist. Gods, I loved it when she blushed! She usually blushed for one of two reasons, either embarrassment, or when she climaxed, and I planned on causing both of those reasons often today. She did as I said though, and turned so her back was resting against Argo's curved saddle horn. Her legs lifted of their own volition to circle my hips and her feet crossed loosely behind me. I looked down at what was being offered, and raised an eyebrow at her. I was doing my best to remain cool, but…Zeus! She wasn't making it easy! She wiggled into a more comfortable position, and then I watched as the flush cooled as other emotions kicked in. I gave her a leer. "Take off your top." I expected to see her pause, but she didn't, and her hands immediately reached up pull the offending garment off her body. She leaned back again, her arms stretching down to rest on Argo's haunches as she arched her body slightly, offering me a feast. My mouth literally watered for the taste of her flesh. It had been far too long since we had made love in the daylight, and even though the sun was clouded over, I could still see the golden perfection of her firm, muscular curves. With a groan, I pressed forward, burying my face in her cleavage. "Yes," I heard her hiss, and one of her hands pulled me tightly against her as my mouth sought out a turgid nipple. It twitched and swelled beneath my busy tongue, and I performed the same operation on the other one, until both shone out like glistening beacons. My eyes were riveted to them, even as I pulled back in the saddle. My own clothes would be much more difficult to remove under these circumstances, but I didn't protest when Gabrielle reached for my breast armor. Her skilled fingers quickly unfastened the armor plate, and she hung it securely on one of the hooks at the side of Argo's saddle. Her hands reached up for the straps at the top of my leathers, and she languidly pulled them down over my shoulders. My battle dress couldn't be removed in that fashion, but I knew what she was wanting to do. She did as she wanted, forcing the leather material down below my engorged breasts. I sucked in my breath as the cool air rushed to dry the evidence of my milk. Then a whole new sensation took over, as she bent forward and returned the treatment I had bestowed on her. Her lips closed in on a nipple and she sucked away happily, drawing out the fluid into her mouth. Gods, I threw back my head from the heat of it. I had mused over keeping Eve nursing until she was five or so, just so I could enjoy this experience with Gabrielle, but practicality told me it wouldn't be long before I had to wean my daughter…and my bard…completely. I was determined to enjoy this experience to its fullest extent. Gabrielle switched breasts and I began to flow anew, and this time, I felt another flow, as the secretions at my inner thighs leaked out the side of my breeches. I began to grind down harder into the saddle, but stopped that immediately as a shower of feelings threatened to bring me to climax much too easily. Gabrielle's other hand was pinching at the nipple her mouth had just left, and my eyes narrowed as I saw my milk flow over her fingers. This was bliss! She released my nipple with an audible sound, and her mouth traveled to mine for a kiss. I opened my mouth to her, and groaned when she released a mouthful of my own milk into mine. I swallowed it down eagerly, and my hand was suddenly on the move again. It began the beloved task of traveling up her thigh, under her skirt. She tilted her hips, and my hand pressed into her cloth-covered cleft. She was hot and damp, even through the silky material. "Think you could get these off?" I asked, and watched with pleasure as she immediately began a hip shimmy as she worked her panties down over her hips and off her body. Her legs immediately retook the position behind me. "Much better," I smiled, as my fingers moved to her swollen membranes again, this time, with nothing to bar me from touching her flesh. I could see her glistening wetness spreading over my hand, and soaking into the material on Argo's saddle. "Xena…" I heard her moan my name as she pressed her upper body back further, her hands bracing herself behind her. She continued to press her cunt into my hand, and her hips began to move in rhythm. I urged Argo into a brisker pace, and vibrated my fingers over her tight little clitoris. It responded by quivering, and straining out to touch my busy digits, but I was suddenly more interested in body parts located further southward. I wormed a finger up and down the length of her labia, and then was pressing inside her. She sucked me in easily, and I added two more fingers, filling her completely in this position. "Fuck my hand," I told her, and she did, once again immediately responding to me. Her hips began to move up and down in time with Argo's gait and her groans began in earnest. "Gods, you look so hot like this," I told her, my eyes widening at the wetness spilling down my hidden fingers. I could feel her inner muscles pulsating over my fingers, which didn't even have to move now. She and Argo were creating the pace and the pattern that was going to bring her over. "I feel so hot like this," she whispered back, as her eyes squeezed shut. I could feel her legs tighten around me, and knew she was preparing herself for her climax. In her precarious position, a wrong move could result in slipping from the saddle. She was pressing harder into my hand now, and I could hear her breath catching as she continued the climb. "Are you going to come?" I asked, knowing the answer. "My clit, Xena…please…touch my clit…" I obliged, and then watched as her ass rose from the saddle as she reached her fulfillment in front of me. She groaned loudly and I saw her nipples harden even more, as she rode out her orgasm in more ways than one. It was a long time before she opened her eyes and focused on my smiling face. "Wow," she finally said. My smile widened. "Wow, indeed."
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