Amazon Truths--Xena's Scroll (Part 1)
"Fauna says 'hello', Xena."
I could feel Gabrielle's curious gaze on me after Ephiny had said those words. I didn't let my face reveal anything. "Thanks," I replied with a nod, before turning on my heel and walking off.
I turned to see Gabrielle had followed me into the woods. She put a hand on my arms, obviously puzzled by my abrupt departure. I forced a smile to my face, and turned to look at her. She had absently tucked some of her hair behind her ear, and if possible, it made her appear even younger. "It's all right," I told her. "I just thought you and Ephiny would like some time to visit with each other."
She continued to peer up at me, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Don't you want to visit with her too?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied. "And I will later. If I know Ephiny, she'll make camp with us." I gave her another smile. "Go on back and catch up on old times with her. I'll be along in a little while."
She hesitated one more second, then nodded. "All right, but you'd better be back soon."
I bent down and licked my tongue over her pouting lips, causing her to giggle, then gave her a sound kiss. "I will be, " I
I felt like a coward not wanting to face Ephiny. The line about Fauna puzzled me. It had been a long time, and to
my knowledge, no one but Fauna and I had known what went on between us. I suppose it's possible that Fauna had
told, but what had happened had been over two years ago, and it seemed odd she'd choose now to talk. Without meaning
for it to happen, my memory began to drift back.
Gabrielle had only been traveling with me for six months or so. During that short amount of time, she had already
managed to endear herself to me. I found her lively spirit and sunshiny outlook to be irresistible.
And lately, I had been noticing a few more qualities in my traveling companion. She was teaching me the real meaning of the word "devotion". I had given her plenty of reasons to give up on me, but she had proven herself faithful and patient. When I was gruff and short-tempered with her, and that was frequently at first, she didn't seem to take it personally. I could see her making real efforts to appease me and even make justifications when I growled at her.
She talked a lot, and that was a quality I never expected to find appealing. At first, I'll admit, it drove me crazy. She talked incessantly, only stopping long enough to sleep. I had never known someone who could chatter so non-stop.
Her voice was soothingly pleasant though, and I soon began to realize her talk was calming to my nerves. And even more shocking was the day I actually began to listen to what she was saying. I found it fascinating. She was talking about her sister Lila and some of her friends from Potodeia, and some of the places they used to frequent. I was sharpening my sword, sitting by the campfire one night, and soon found myself caught up in her funny stories about her younger days. I went to bed with a smile on my face, and the next day, I listened more. She would ask me an occasional question, and I did my best to answer. I wondered if she had been asking me questions all along?
Everyday, I noticed more and more qualities that charmed me. She was generous and soft-hearted, funny and sincere. People warmed up to her almost immediately, and I found that came in handy with situations that would bring me in contact with people who normally feared me. Gabrielle's presence often served to put them more at ease.
Of course, I had noticed from the beginning what an extraordinarily beautiful young woman she was. I always had an eye for that. All my life, I had harbored a weakness for young blondes, and her golden hair had caught enraptured me immediately. She had these amazing green eyes that were so expressive, and sometimes even changed colors in tune with her moods. Her face still held the last vestiges of a child's baby features, and I had the feeling she would be blessed with that her whole life. She was too good natured and high spirited to not keep it.
Her body was trim and curvy, and even in the few months we had been together, I had seen it begin to change. She wasn't fond of riding on Argo, and walked most of the time. That alone had firmed up her leg and abdominal muscles. Lately, she had been asking me to teach her how to fight. I had urged her to choose a weapon she wanted to train on, but she hadn't done so yet. Once she had decided, the training would begin in earnest.
I'm not sure when I began to desire her sexually. I have the feeling it was around the time we ran into the Titans. I had been treating her like a child, and she had gotten her fill of it. When we were making our plans to stop the Titans, we had stayed overnight in a temple with the people of the village. I was in for a shock when I went to wake up Gabrielle, and found her lying in the arms of the naïve-acting young man she had been hanging out with. I just stood there in shock while she sauntered past me; flaunting the fact that she had spent the night with him. At the time I was feeling too hurt and angry to take in the fact that they were both fully dressed. All I could think of was whether or not Gabrielle had given up her virginity to the boy.
Later, she admitted she hadn't slept with him, and had put up an act just to make me worry. I apologized to her for underestimating her, but couldn't admit to her that worry wasn't my primary emotion. It had been the cold rage of jealousy.
I became aware of more things after that…the way her nose wrinkled when she smiled; the spark in her eye when she haggled with a shopkeeper; the way she twirled a lock of hair around her finger when she wrote in a scroll. I noticed how much she seemed to like flirting with men as well, and knew that was where her interest laid. I could be interested in either sex, depending on the person, but it was obvious to me Gabrielle didn't feel the same way. She tried talking to me a few times about her "boy of the week", but I did my best to change the subject. That was the last thing I wanted to talk about.
One of the things that was hardest for me to give up when I turned my life around was my sex life. I had always had an active one, and it involved whomever I found appealing at the time. But I associated my lust for sex with my lust for power, and I had intentionally ended all my sexual contacts. The only exception had been Hercules, and with him, it was more than a sexual attraction; there was an emotional attachment as well.
For a while, I was able to keep my sexual urges under control. In fact, it really wasn't that difficult. Doing good was such a new concept to me that it took all my concentration at first. Then gradually, I began to relax a bit, and some regularity settled into my life.
I should be ashamed at myself for beginning to feel so aroused around her. She was extremely shy about her body, and just watching her getting into a river, pond, or tub while we were bathing was an experience in itself. She would try to wait until my back was turned, or I was submerged before diving in. She wasn't always entirely successful though, and I had an image of her naked body firmly etched in my mind.
I was able to resist for a while, but it was getting to the point where I was wet more times than not. Gabrielle would always fall asleep before me, and I would use the time to watch her, studying her placid features and fantasizing about her. I had a variety of fantasies regarding her, ranging from long tender seductions to my pulling the complete mistress on her, dominating her every movement. In all my dreams, she responded heartily to me and welcomed my advances with seductions of her own.
I had to relieve this sexual tension somehow, but unlike in the past, I wouldn't seek out some sort of substitute. For some reason, I didn't want a prostitute or casual lover to ease my lust. I settled with sneaking off into the sanctity of the forest and masturbating to images of Gabrielle. It helped take the edge off, but I still desired her almost constantly.
We came across Amazon territory and soon learned they were in a struggle with the centaurs they shared a boundary with. In the span of a single day, Gabrielle went from being a simple bard to becoming an Amazon princess. All the times I had spent with the Amazons, I had never accepted their invitations to join, and now Gabrielle in a few hours had become the second highest ranking member of this tribe.
She was excited about that, and begged me to attend the official ceremony that would name her princess. I didn't really want to go, but how could I turn down the pleading look she gave me?
The main problem I was having with this group of Amazons was a high-ranking warrior called Ephiny. From the moment I had entered the camp, she had been looking at me with sneers of disgust and derision. We had worked together the last few days, and had forged a grudging respect for each other, but that was it. What's more, while I was busy investigating the centaur camp, Ephiny began training Gabrielle to use a staff in combat.
True, the staff was an ideal weapon for Gabrielle, but I wanted to be the one to do the training. I wasn't going to pout like a fretful child though, so I allowed the training to go on.
I was aware that Ephiny seemed interested in more than teaching Gabrielle in the ways of the staff. I could tell by Ephiny's movements and gestures that she was trying to draw Gabrielle's attention. I felt bile rise in my throat when Gabrielle giggled and smiled at her, and her eyes widened with sincerity when she looked to Ephiny for approval. Yeah, her expressions weren't any different that those she used on me, but somehow, in my twisted mind, she was flirting heavily with Ephiny.
Gods, I felt so jealous! When it grew dark, and we were asked to join the ceremonial campfire, I told Gabrielle to go ahead, claiming I would join her later. I had no intentions of doing so.
I'll be damned if I was going to watch her make eyes and the gods know what else with that curly-haired slut. Ephiny was pretty enough, but frankly, I couldn't see how Gabrielle could prefer her to me. I'm ashamed to say I thought about challenging Ephiny to a fight, but didn't. Gabrielle and I would be leaving tomorrow, and I planned on trying to put this ugly mess behind me.
I heard the rhythmic drums start in, and knew the ceremony would begin soon. I was determined to put as much distance between me and the Amazon camp as possible, so I headed to the bard to retrieve Argo.
I pulled open the door and was startled to see Fauna, one of the quieter members of the tribe grooming one of the horses. She was as surprised to see me as I had been seeing her. But then she smiled her shy smile.
"I didn't expect to see you here, Fauna," I told her. "why aren't you at the ceremony?"
She shrugged, and resumed grooming the black stallion. "I don't like to dance," I heard her say," and because of that, someone always pulls me in to the circle. So I just don't go."
I walked over to the other side of the horse, trying to catch her eye. Her skin darkened to a fevered blush, and she kept her gaze averted. It didn't take a genius to figure out why. I caught a faint odor of something much more pleasant than anything horse-related.
She continued to brush the horse, and I folded my arms over my chest as I watched her work. She was a little thing, a good eight inches shorter than me, but she stretched her lithe body out to move in long, even strokes. I could see her arms and thighs were deceptively well-muscled. I began to lose all interest in riding away from the Amazon camp.
When my eyes finally left her biceps, they traveled up to her face, and I saw she was watching me, rather unabashedly now. "Why are you here?" she asked. "Isn't it your friend who is being named Princess?"
"Yes, it's my FRIEND," I answered her, putting special emphasis on the word. I took the brush from her and began stroking the other side of the horse. Behind me I heard Argo snort as if she felt I was being unfaithful, but I ignored it. I took my time, letting Fauna get an eyeful of my own muscles.
She was doing just that, as she leaned against the gate that corralled the horse. I sensed that with no one around to tease her, she was letting her guard down.
The horse was finally all done, and I turned to face her. I noticed her eyes making a long trip of my body to meet my own. I felt a gush of fluids flow from me. She had been watching my ass.
Slowly, deliberately, I closed the distance between us to stand in front of her. Fauna's tongue licked over her lips, and then she was looking up at me again.
She was a beautiful girl. Her long white gold hair was nearly waist long and looked as fine as silk. It framed her delicately featured face. She was one of the fiercest warriors in this tribe, I knew, but her appearance sure didn't give that indication. She looked like a woman who needed protection, not offering it. It was one of her advantages.
I felt myself being drawn to her like a magnet, and couldn't help but wonder why I was feeling it so strongly here and now. Was it because of my jealousy over Gabrielle and Ephiny? My breath caught in my throat as she suddenly pulled to me, and her lips sought out mine.
I groaned into her mouth. It had been a long time since I had felt the intimate touch of another woman. I wrapped my arms around Fauna, and bent her backward, letting her know a portion of the passion I had stored up inside me. My tongue wasted no time in delving between her lips and tasting her tongue. She tasted of wine, and it was very, very sweet. I reached a hand up and closed one of the hardening peaks of her good-sized breast. She arched into my touch.
I smiled against her lips, feeling how excited I made her. I reveled in it, and gave the taut flesh a firm squeeze. Her nipple hardened further against my palm. I began kissing my way down her neck, sucking in at the skin over her pulse points. She wiggled tighter against me. "Yes, Xena," I heard her whisper.
I reached a finger into the neckline of her shirt, and jerked downward. She started at the unexpected movement, and her eyes flew open in surprise.
I know my own eyes opened in horror, and I pulled back immediately releasing her. I was staring into green eyes, but they had gold flecks in them. They weren't the pure emerald eyes I had been seeing in my mind's eye. With a groan, I realized what I was doing and I sank back on my haunches covering my face with my hands. "Oh gods, I'm sorry, Fauna…" I said, rocking back and forth…"I can't do this…"
I heard her soft sigh, but kept my face buried in my hands, as I heard her move closer. She probably thought I was crying, but the face I was hiding was full of shame and regret.
"Xena," I heard her whispering my ear. Her hands were stroking through the top of my hair gently, and I tired to pull away from her fingers, but she held on tight. "Xena", she whispered again. "I know what's going on…I know who you want me to be."
I shuddered before I found the courage to look up at her. She was smiling down at me, her eyes full of tears. She leaned
down, closer to me. "I'll be her for tonight, just as long as you make love to me and allow me to make love to you…the way
I've been dreaming ever since I first saw you."
A noise in the bushes startled me from my memories. The rabbit never knew what got him as my chakram hit its mark. I couldn't help but grin as I picked the carcass up by its ears. Ephiny hated rabbit.
We made love in that barn for most of the night. It didn't take long for me to realize Fauna was no virgin and she was good to her word and played her role perfectly, never once reacting when I called her Gabrielle. Towards the end of the night, I had fucked her good and hard with three fingers in her wiggly little cunt and two fingers in her ass…she had protested at first, but I could be very persuasive when I wanted to be. She came hard again, and finally collapsed to the hay, and we talked for a while. I started to apologize again, but she had cut me off, telling me once again that she understood. She had seen the looks I gave Gabrielle, and knew I desired her, but hadn't seen Gabrielle return the looks. She told me she could see Gabrielle loved me and adored me, but her looks were of idol worship, not the sexual desire I was exhibiting. She had hit the nail right on the head. Then she promised me she'd never tell another soul about our encounter, and knowing how private she was, I believed her and thanked her. Then she told me how much she would treasure this night, and knew she would never have had a chance with me under normal circumstances.
It was supposed to make me feel better, but the truth was I had used her, and she had encouraged it.
I was almost back to our campsite when a guilt feeling overcame me, and I headed back into the woods. It didn't take long for me to fell a wild pheasant, which was a favorite of Ephiny's. I carried it and the rabbit back to camp with me, feeling a bit better about the situation.
Gabrielle and Ephiny were sitting on opposite sides of the campfire, chatting away. They both smiled at my approach, and I could have kicked myself for thinking so much about the past. Obviously, Ephiny had known Gabrielle was mine, and bore me no ill will. I returned the smiles, determined to make it a pleasant evening.
We had met up with Ephiny while on our way to Phillipi. She was heading toward the centaur village to retrieve her son, Xenan, who spent a couple of weeks each year with his grandparents. We saw Ephiny fairly often, but she was usually in company with a bunch of Amazons. Seeing her alone like this was a different matter entirely.
I have to admit, we spent an enjoyable evening under the full moon, catching up on old times. I waited until Gabrielle had excused herself to make a trip to the bushes, before asking Ephiny, "What's this about Fauna?"
Ephiny shrugged. "Nothing…she just told me to send her greetings."
I studied her expression, and could see nothing concealed there.
"How is she?" I asked cautiously.
Ephiny waved a hand. "Oh, she's fine," she replied. "She's moved in with Shayla, and they seem very happy together. Shayla doesn't talk much either, but at night, the sounds that come from their hut are enough to keep the whole tribe awake." She laughed, and I smiled along with her, relieved.
When Gabrielle returned, she probably wondered what had happened to make me so relaxed around Ephiny, but she didn't say anything, only grinned and sat next to me, butting me lightly with a shoulder. With that single movement, she had said a myriad of words to both Ephiny and me.
"I want you…" I woke up to those whispered words, and the feeling of Gabrielle's hand slipping up my skirt over the crotch of my breeches. It took me seconds to take in the situation…Ephiny's light snores from a few feet away, and a throbbing in my center that told me Gabrielle's hand had been there for a while.
She was lounging on her side, and the fur had been thrown off us both. Her own skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her hand was stroking between her legs at the same pace she was stroking me. Her gaze bore down into me hungry and impassioned.
"I want you inside me, Xena, while I'm inside you…"
"What about Ephiny?" I asked, wondering what had brought Gabrielle's newfound confidence.
"She'll have to find her own lover to go inside," she replied, pressing harder against me. "I've got dibs on you."
With a moan of pleasure, I rolled to my side and bent one leg, giving her more access to me. My hand moved to push hers away from her own center, and as she had already removed her underwear, there was nothing to bar me from plunging two fingers into her juicy center. It didn't take much to convince me.
"Mm…you're soaked," I whispered into her ear, as I began to stroke in and out. Her hips began to move of their own volition, but at the same time she was tugging with the cloth of my breeches.
"No fair," she whined. "I want to touch you too."
"Find a way," I whispered huskily, and my thumb began to stroke her clitoris, knowingly.
"Oh gods," her voice betrayed her level of excitement, but at the same time, I could see her determination in fulfilling her wishes. She urged me to lift my hips, and when I stubbornly refused, she shrugged, and then plunged her hand down the waistband of my breeches. I instinctively stroked her harder, when I felt her thrust three fingers inside me, the heel of her hand pressing firmly into my clitoris which was now aching with need.
Her hand movements had to be restricted, and I lost any control I might have had over the situation when I felt her not trying to move her hand, but rather her fingers. They wiggled inside me, scratching over my vaginal walls as her hand pressed firmly against my cunt. Gods!
Her eyes rolled closed as I doubled my efforts, moving another finger inside her. She was bucking toward my hand, and then she was coming, her body throwing itself toward me, so I could swallow up her screams with a searing kiss. The movements thrust her fingers deeper into me, and the scraping of her nails on my tunnel brought about the same result. We tasted each others passions in our captured breaths, then gradually calmed in the arms of one another.
Her head was resting on my shoulder now, and we cleaned the moisture we had brought about off with our tongues in silence for a moment. When our hands were clean, she lifted her head, and our mouths met again, so we could both taste the combination of flavors we had learned to crave. When our lips separated, I smiled at her, stroking her sweaty brow, "What brought that on, my little bard?" I asked fondly.
"I love you," she said, and I guess that explained everything. She pulled the fur up to cover us both again, and I fell back asleep slightly bemused, and wondering how Gabrielle would explain to Ephiny that her underwear lay about six feet away from us, at the base of a tree.
The next morning, we parted ways with Ephiny after long hugs and whispered exchanges. Ephiny's words echoed loudly in my head. "Take good care of her."
I promised that I would, and didn't feel the tiniest shred of jealousy when she embraced Gabrielle. My love took my hand, and gave it a squeeze as we watched Ephiny walk away.
"Everything all right?" she asked, eyeing me.
"Uh huh," I replied. "Everything's just fine. I love you too."
She beamed at me, knowing I was completing the endearment she had offered the previous night. "Let's go," she said.
We traveled through most of the day, but by nightfall, were still a half day away from Phillipi.
"Wanna make camp here?" I asked Gabrielle. We were at one of my favorite types of spots, a small clearing at the edge of a lake.
"Sure," she answered, and we set about accomplishing our regular tasks.
I had found a broken lacing on Argo's saddle earlier in the day, so I worked on repairing that while Gabrielle fried up some fish for supper. I had caught them in the lake just minutes before.
The moon was already lighting the night sky when we finished eating. I had felt unusually quiet most of the day, and Gabrielle must have been feeling the same way. She always was when she was working on some new ideas for a scroll. With our stomachs full, we lay back on the bedrolls and looked up at the night sky. I felt the reassuming heat of her thigh and elbow touching against me.
Gabrielle gave out a deep sigh. It broke me out of my musing, and I turned my head to look at her. Her own head swiveled to meet my gaze. "what's the matter, My Love?" I asked, noting there was more than a tinge of sadness on her face.
She sighed again, and then turned on her side, resting her head on her hand. "I uh…I sort of need to tell you something," she said finally. "but it's hard to tell you, and I'm not sure how you'll react."
I took in her guilty look, and my mind raced. Did this have something to do with Fauna? Did Ephiny know more than she let on? Had she told Gabrielle? I was a second away from blurting out a confession, when she continued to speak.
"I think you may already have an idea about Ephiny and me."
Ephiny and her? Not Fauna and me? Confused, I just nodded and turned on my side in a similar position, ready to listen.
She seemed to be steeling herself. "Do you remember when we first met Ephiny, in the Amazon village, when Terreis gave me her rite of caste?"
"The night of the ceremony, it became apparent you weren't going to show up. I couldn't figure out why, and thought you were angry with me for something. I got upset and left the party early."
I know my mouth gaped open as she spoke. Once again, I was very apprehensive about where all this was leading. "Where did you go?" I finally managed to ask.
"Back to the hut," she answered. "I knew it would be useless to try and follow you, I would never be able to track you. So I wanted to be alone so I could cry myself to sleep."
My heart felt like it was going to wrench in two. While I had been squirming around in the pussy of a substitute blonde, using her for my own selfish lusts, I should have been with my best friend. "No, don't look like that," she said suddenly, reaching out a hand to cup my cheek. "I'm not telling you this to make you feel guilty. I'm telling you this to relive my own guilt."
I was so confused at this point, and I narrowed my eyes at her. "Guilt over what?" I asked.
Her face grew even sadder. "As I told you, I meant to go to the hut and feel sorry for myself. But…Ephiny followed me." She clammed up and averted her eyes suddenly.
I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. Here I was worried about my secret sexual encounter, and Gabrielle may be on the verge of telling me about her own! I slowly nodded again. "And what happened?" I finally asked.
Gabrielle's eyes sparked, and I saw she was dangerously near tears. "She told me she was there to comfort me, and at first, that's what she did. She held me in her arms and urged me to cry out my unhappiness on her shoulder. I considered her my friend and took her up on her offer."
"But she wanted more than that?" I guessed aloud.
Gabrielle could finally meet my eyes again. "Yes," she answered. "She began telling me how beautiful I was, and how you were a fool for going off and leaving me. I didn't understand what she meant at first, and then she told me she desired me. I was still confused, but then she began kissing me. It wasn't long before her hands were stroking over my breast, and she was whispering she wanted to see me naked."
She paused again, apparently waiting for me to say something. I wasn't sure what to say. One thought was particularly agonizing, and I found I didn't have the courage to actually voice it. But the thought was driving me crazy. Had Gabrielle deceived me in leading me to believe I was her first woman?
"I was overwhelmed," she finally continued. "My eyes still stung from crying, and now I was becoming aware of other feelings, sensations I had never felt before."
"You were aroused." I stated it, rather than asking it.
She nodded miserably. "I couldn't help it the way she was touching me and whispering to me. I knew I was feeling something different in the way I felt about you, but couldn't identify it until she made it clear. I felt myself growing wet and my nipples hardened."
"Did you make love with her?" I asked, not able to restrain myself any longer.
Xena's Scroll (Conclusion)
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