Who Is Conquering Whom?--Xena's Scroll (Part 1)

Battle lust…blood lust…just plain lust. Emotions I was very familiar with indeed.


And emotions I had been battling with for far too long.


At the time, my head was remarkably clear. Gabrielle had only finished her cycle on the day before, and had given me the go that she wanted me to make love with her. And make love we did, long into the night. We were traveling through beautiful Grecian countryside, and the biggest skirmish we had been in over the past week was trying to agree on whether we'd have fish or venison for supper. At peace with the world and each other, our lovemaking was gentle, unhurried, and beautiful. None of our climaxes would change the way we saw the world, but at the same time, the total effect of our time together would long serve as one of those encounters we'd reminisce. "Remember the night before the Persians attacked?"

Gabrielle should have been worn out that day, but instead she was full of nervous energy, admitting she had been practicing some of my battle moves including the flip. I was delighted with her eagerness to learn, but there was something nagging at me, a foreboding sense of trouble that I couldn't shake as I tried to urge her we needed to be on the move. It's not intuition exactly, sometimes Gabrielle swears I can simply sniff the air and declare there's a problem leagues away. But I was sensing danger ahead, and my premonition, if you want to call it that, was accurate.

The situation quickly made itself known, and it was grim. Gabrielle, her kind heart dominating her, had been critically injured, and we spent long talks trying to convince each other what the best course of action would be. I was desperate to save her, and knew I could do so if I got her to Thessaly where I could find an antidote for the poison the arrow had carried. Gabrielle realized that, but even in the delirium which was threatening to overpower her firmly made me promise to stay and fight the invading Persians. If they didn't succumb to me at Tripolis, they would soon take over the whole of Greece. It wasn't the first time that my love for Gabrielle would cause me to want to damn the Greater Good, and it wasn't the first time she'd convince me otherwise. The ironic thing is, it was my love and respect for Gabrielle that did the convincing.

But now it was over, and someone had smiled on us once again and allowed us to emerge from the other end of the tunnel sore and injured and weak, but alive and together. Gabrielle's health was still uppermost on my mind…the scratches and cuts I had received in the battle were long on the road to mending, but she still had a cough, and she tired too easily. I kept us on the move, tracking the retreating Persians until I was sure they were headed back to their cursed homeland, but was keeping a wary eye on my bard at the same time. I insisted she ride in front of me when we traveled, and she didn't complain. During the trip, she'd rest her head against my shoulder and I spent as much time watching her sweet innocent face as the road ahead. It made the hot blood coursing through my veins rush even more, but despite the darkness of my yearnings, it also kept me at bay from acting out my basal urgings.


After five days of travel, I was certain I had been successful in turning away the Persians. I told Gabrielle so over the light of a campfire, as we settled in for another night on the cold hard ground. She had crawled on top of me, as I insisted she do since she had been hurt. I didn't want her to catch a chill from the damp earth, and my body kept her warm throughout the night. My discomfort helped remind me that she wasn't strong enough for what I had in mind, and therefore, I didn't really mind waking up feeling like my ass was frozen to the bedroll.

Tonight she snuggled in, and I felt her treacherous pink tongue licking at the crease of my neck. "I'm feeling MUCH better, Xena," she whispered, even as her hands began to tickle over my ribs. She wriggled her lower half against mine, and nestled her face between my shift-clad breasts, going for the full effect.

I swallowed hard, and she felt it. She looked at me with confusion and amusement in her emerald eyes, knowing there was something I wasn't telling her. She knew there was something different I wanted, but also knew I wouldn't tell her what it was until I was ready. It was a game we played as I introduced her to different realms of our lovemaking…the first time had been after the incident with the Furies, but I had sprung other "surprises" on her since then, and each had been more rewarding than the next.

"What is it, Xena?" she asked, her voice soft and sounding oh-so-innocent. "Don't you want me to make love to you?"

I hugged her fiercely to me, probably squeezing her too tightly. "Gabrielle"…I drawled out her name in a hoarse voice, almost a wheeze. "You're not feeling up to what I…need. Trust me."

She shivered against me, and my thighs tightened involuntarily around hers. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, her eyes still wide.

"Later," I managed. "Get some sleep." I pulled her face up for a long close-mouthed kiss, and she snuggled back in to her nest, content that she would soon be well satisfied. I silently thanked the gods that she had finally learned a measure of patience when I was like this; when she tormented me too much, I had a tendency to rush things, and I wanted to enjoy this slowly. I felt the blood lust continue to simmer and steeled myself to letting her get some much-needed rest.


I awoke first the next day, and rolled out from under her sleeping weight, making Argo comfortable, and then moving through some of my sword drills. That wasn't physical enough for me, and as my wounds were virtually healed now, I began practicing some of my more complicated flips and jumps, trying to wear myself down. I don't know how long she had been watching me, but when I paused to catch my breath, she was standing nearby, a hand firmly planted on one of her breasts. "Gods, I want you," she whispered.

I growled at the picture she made before me. Her hair was pulled back, but a few tendrils had come loose during the night and the golden strands flew around her head enticingly. Her legs were slightly parted, and my eyes raked up the muscled calves and thighs. Her breath caught, and I glued my stare at her tight abdominals, the stomach that afforded me the perfect pillow when I wanted to watch her eyes while I took her. She claimed she couldn't see the beauty I saw in her, but Zeus, what a temptress! Her golden light was the source of all my fantasies, my fantasies of loving, rapture, and…conquering.

"I want you too," I finally said. "Are you sure you're ready for me?"

I took a step toward her, and she took a step back, seeing the look in my eyes. She knew I would never hurt her, but I could be…demanding at times. And I know she sensed this was one of those times.

"I trust you," she said. "But please tell me what you are feeling."

I had to mentally slap myself as I realized I was frightening her. I had for so long kept my feelings to myself, and it was still hard sometimes to be open with her, especially when I was battling demons she was unfamiliar with. Should I tell her what my brain was signaling me? Perhaps…

I saw her relax as I willed my expression to change. I took her hand and pulled her to sit on the fallen tree trunk beside me. I took her other hand and looked deep into the sparkling depth of her eyes. "What am I feeling? I'm feeling too many things. I feel the anger in me at what the Persians forced me to do…make a decision that almost made me lose the only thing I value. I feel victorious because I know I was able to defeat them, only because I couldn't lose the only thing I value. And I still feel the lust for battle racing through me, the lust of wanting to control the only thing I value." She started to speak, but I shook my head. "No, I don't want to hurt you…or humiliate you. I want to…claim you in a way that leaves me no doubt that I can always protect you, connect with you, and love you."

Her mind was struggling, I could see, to grasp with the words I had spoken. I hadn't expressed myself very well, and rarely did when it came to her, but she seemed to realize I wasn't ready to come totally clean. "What do you want me to do?" she asked finally.

I felt a little guilty being so secretive, but a sudden wave of her arousal reached me and I realized she liked this little game. "There's a town less than a day's ride ahead." I told her, my mind firmly made up. "There's an inn there that we can stay in. I need to get.something…and then I'll make you mine."

Her soft hand came up to caress the side of my face. "I can wait till then," she vowed. "If you'll give me a kiss."

A kiss? A simple little pressing together of the lips? Surely I could handle that without my body overreacting. "Okay."

I moved in and her eyes closed as my mouth touched hers, and then she took over. Her fingers curled into my sweaty hair, and her mouth opened against mine. Her tongue came out to plunge between my gasping lips and she stabbed it in and out with a rhythmic manner that sent an immediate signal to my core. Gods, as usual, she understood far better than I thought. Finally she drew back, her eyes slightly narrowed in pleasure.

"It better be good," she challenged.

I know my eyes had to widen at her defiance…and I felt my vagina do the same. But I wouldn't let her get by with too much confidence. I knew my eyes turned to silver as I leaned down to her ear.

"Oh, it will be," I assured her in my evil growl.

She gulped audibly and pulled herself from me, straightening her clothes as she stood. "Then we should be going," she said with a smile, and I realized she had wanted to see that response from me. She could play me like a lyre.


We broke camp quickly, and I told her she had to ride behind me today. I had been content the last few days, being able to stroke her arms, her stomach, the sides of her breasts, just feeling my love near me and knowing she was safe in my protection. But today, that kiss had made me realize she was feeling very up to whatever I wanted, and I could no longer restrain myself from touching her more demandingly if she rode in front of me.

I hadn't counted on her touching me though, and once again, my timid little bard was working me to a frenzy. She started the trip by working on my shoulders and my neck, massaging each muscle then lavishing it with her tongue until I shivered with the wetness. It wasn't just where she touched either. I was sure the skin covering Argo's saddle must be soaked. She moved to my arms next, and they received the same treatment. I tried to distract her, with a "Gabrielle, I'm sweaty and dirty," but she was not to be deterred. She gave a little hum of response, and went on to lick each inch of uncovered skin she could reach.

The front of me offered more of a challenge, as it was almost all covered with leather and armor, but she was very resourceful. She stroked my thighs, and realized they were growing tighter, not more relaxed under her ministrations. I heard her groan in my ear something about having them wrapped around her, and then her nimble little fingers were at my breastplate. Her slender digits had long ago found a hidden path among the swirls of the design, and her fingers stroked my nipples until I was sure they were jutting out beyond the brass armor. Her face was buried in the back of my neck, licking…sucking…marking.

As we neared Retivius, I finally gained control and wrenched myself from her clutches as I jumped down from Argo. She started to follow, but I held a hand up. "Oh no, my little bard," I chuckled. "I want you right where I can see you so I don't do something we'll regret."

She smiled sassily at me, and wiggled forward on my saddle, making sure I caught a glimpse of the top of one thigh as she moved. She grasped the saddle horn in both hands. I'm sure my eyes bulged when she stroked her hand up and down it a couple of times. Gods, she COULD read my mind. "As you wish, Xena," she said sweetly.

I finally let her dismount outside the inn. She knew I'd want her to secure the room and a bath…it was an unspoken routine. She fastened our money pouch to her belt, and turned to look at me. I pulled her to me, and oblivious to any prying eyes, pressed my hand to her ass and pulled her tightly against me. "I'll be a few extra minutes," I told her. "Get a quick meal if you want…you're going to need your strength."

"What about you?" she asked, her eyes sparkling at my words.

"I'm going to have my fill of bard meat tonight," I husked, and got the response I wanted.

"Gods, Xena," she muttered as I released her. I watched her legs tremble as she entered the inn.

I settled Argo in and secured the items I needed, and was in the inn within a half hour. The innkeeper seemed to be waiting on my appearance. "Upstairs, third door on the right."

I don't even remembered if I nodded at him, as I moved to follow his instructions. I didn't need to…I could have smelled her arousal from here.

Despite all my fierceness, my bard had a sense of romance. The sun had not yet set, but she had pulled all the curtains in the room, and lit several candles. The room smelled of lavender, and I realized she had scented the bath water that was in the tub in the corner. A damp towel on the side of the tub told me she had already taken her bath. She was sitting in an overstuffed chair in the opposite corner of the room, dressed in…nothing. Her legs were crossed demurely, and her hands were planted firmly on the arms of the chair.

"I thought we'd skip the preliminaries," she said, her eyes meeting mine.

Gods, she impassioned me! She knew each and every one of my buttons, and pushed them at just the right times. "Good idea," I said through clenched teeth, and in three long strides, I was in front of her. Her hands lifted toward me, but I shook them off. "Stay put," I said, kneeling.

"Xena" she breathed as I pulled her legs apart, and draped them over my shoulders.

"Hush," I whispered, "Scoot up."

I heard her whimper as she did so, and I began to kiss her inner thighs. Gods, she was baby soft there, and I just rubbed my face against them, letting them sooth my hot cheeks.

"Xena" she whispered again, but I silenced her by pressing a hand to her lips. I know she wanted a kiss, but I couldn't give her one yet. She sucked two of my fingers in and I felt the pull down to my center.

"Good girl," I told her, and I straightened my head to look at her folds. I wasn't disappointed to see she was drenched.

"I'm thirsty," I told her, and I slowly and maddeningly moved the tip of my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, gathering her juices on my tongue before swallowing. She tasted so sweet! I watched as the dry area was quickly flooded with more moisture, and clucked my tongue. Zeus, I loved this.

The only word she seemed to be able to form was "Xena", as I made love to her with my mouth. I pressed my nose to her clitoris, teasing it until I could feel it throbbing, but concentrated on stiffening my tongue and pleasuring her opening. I plunged it inside as deeply as I could, and wiggled it in a manner that caused her to wiggle back in an exciting way. I heard her grunt above me as her pleasure rapidly mounted. It had been only a week, but she seemed as desperate as I was.

I drew my tongue out and licked her again repeatedly, this time my tongue starting at her clit and working all the way down to the tiny entrance at her backside. This made her uncomfortable at times, but she seemed far past her inhibitions at this point, and she allowed me this joy. My hands crept up over her stomach and on to her breasts, even as her legs tightened around my shoulders.

"Xena"…it was becoming a whispered chant as I dove into her vagina again, my mouth slurping erotically against her engorged flesh. I could sense her closeness, and my own thighs tightened as I pumped juices into my breeches. If I wasn't careful, I was going to climax just from HER pleasure. I looked up at her, and drew my mouth free. My splayed hands had a nipple caught between my second and third finger of each hand.

"Do you want to come?" I asked her, knowing she loved it when I talked to her at these times.

She nodded with yet another whispered, "Xena".

I chuckled against her flesh, and my fingers tightened to squeeze her nipples. "You'll have to do better than that."

"Yes, Xena…"

Her pleading eyes and that strangled whisper satisfied me, and I sucked her enflamed clit into my mouth, my chin pressed lower at her sensitized flesh. I loved to watch my bard orgasm, and my eyes locked on hers even as her own green orbs were fluttering shut. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, which vocalized rapidly as I brought her over the edge.

"Xeeee-nnnn-aaaaa" I rather liked hearing my name that way, and determined to hear it again. Her second climax was much quicker, and it rumbled through both our bodies like a runaway stampede.

"Gods, I see stars," I heard her wheeze as I licked up more of her cum. Her hand came down to the hair at the side of my left ear. "Let me catch my breath."

I chuckled again, delighted in her intensity, and pulled back my head, to let her see her juices gleaming on my face. "Catch it quickly, My Love," I told her. "That was just a warm-up."

Her breath…and her breasts…were still heaving as I stood and pulled her into my arms. I carried her to the bed, and set her down on it, and stepped back intentionally. Her eyes followed my every movement as she followed my unspoken command not to move.

"I need a bath," I told her, and started to undo my armor.

"Let me help," she pled, but I shook my head.

"Oh no you don't. You just get to watch. Make yourself comfortable."

She surprised me shrugging, then plopping over on her stomach, so her eyes could watch me in the bath. I smiled a secret smile, and after removing my boots, walked to the tub, my back turned to her.

Slowly, I removed my leathers, then my shift, and my back still to her. I really wanted to see her reaction when I removed my breeches, but outweighing that was arousing her curiosity. I bent and removed my breeches, and heard her gasp.

"What is THAT?"

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