Blondes Wear Leather Too--Xena's Scroll Part 1
I swear I didn't plan what happened…although looking back at it, I'm sure I would be hard pressed to get anyone to believe
me. I must admit, if I had planned it, I couldn't have done nearly as well as my creative bard.
Gabrielle had knocked me on my ass fair and square during our sparring, so she won the bet and got to pick where we spent
the night. She chose, not surprisingly, the nearest town, some nondescript little village, but it had a decent looking inn,
and Gabrielle loves sleeping in inns. She would have ended up on the cold hard ground by a river somewhere if I had
won the bet.
It turned out to be quite a surprise for Argo, as we ran into an old friend in the stable where Argo would be spending the
night. I hadn't seen Micah in quite some time, but she remembered us well, and it wasn't long before we were filling
each other in the details of the last few years. Micah is very blonde, very well put together, and very in love with her
boyfriend, but when I saw my own very blonde, very well-put together lover approaching us, I couldn't resist stirring
things up a bit.
I introduced the two of them, and watched the green-eyed monster in my green-eyed bard come out and play. She
was polite toward Micah, but I could see the wheels in her head turning, and she seemed to want out of the stable fast.
Even Argo played along, nuzzling Micah's shoulder as though she had missed the blacksmith's daughter. Truth is, I was
very pleased to see Micah doing so well, but hadn't thought about her once since our last parting. I wasn't going to let
Gabrielle know that though, at least not yet.
I told Gabrielle I would be along soon, I just needed to speak with Micah's father a few moments about getting Argo
fitted with some new shoes. Gabrielle agreed to that far too easily, and told me she'd be waiting for me in the inn.
Something was sparking in her eyes, so I told her that was fine, and Micah and I watched her exit the barn.
Micah turned to me the second she was out of sight, with a knowing grin on her face. "Looks like you're in trouble," she
teased. She had no problem accepting that I was in love with a woman, and I had already filled her in on my involvement
with Gabrielle. I grinned back at her. "Yep…and I LIVE for trouble."
Micah's father wasn't long in making his appearance, and he told me he'd take good care of Argo on the following day.
We shook on the deal, and I talked with Micah for a while longer, giving Gabrielle the chance to either calm down or do
a little stewing, whichever she preferred. I had the feeling I was in for either a wild ride tonight, or the cold shoulder
treatment, but with the way things had been lately, the first was more in order.
Finally, I bid Micah and Argo a good night's rest, and made my way to our room at the inn. I honestly didn't know what
to expect when I opened the door, and my heart warmed with love when I saw Gabrielle, curled up on the bed, a scroll
by her outstretched hand. Glancing around the room, everything looked as it should, and I realized that maybe she was
just choosing to trust me, and hadn't let Micah's appearance affect her at all.
I bent over the bed, and my tongue made contact with the delicate shell of her ear. I let her know it would be time for
dinner as soon as I had taken my bath. When she made no move to help me, I stripped out of my clothes and stretched
my body. That was something she usually couldn't resist, and I was expecting her to jump on me at anytime, but it didn't
happen. So I shook it off, and climbed in the tub. The water was pretty cool by now, but I didn't mind. I was used to cold
morning baths in the river.
I studied my bard's far-off expression. Her seeming non-interest in my nudity was betrayed by a confident smile that filled
her lovely features. She didn't want to discuss it though, so I let the issue lie, continuing to watch her as I bathed parts I
wished she were touching. She sat up on the bed, saying it was time to get dressed, and revealed her naked perfection
to me. I desperately tried to make eye contact with her, hoping to entice her with a look to join me in the tub, but she
kept her head turned from me. "Oh Zeus," this could be a very long night.
My bard was strangely quiet as we dressed in clean clothes and got ready for dinner. It was an uncomfortable silence
for me, because I was beginning to think my plan might have backfired. I had never meant to hurt Gabrielle with
Micah…and fully intended to tell her the extent of our relationship was discussions on riding and training horses. Not all
of my friends, lovely as they might be, were former lovers. But Gabrielle didn't seem interested in talking with me right
now, so I figured before we went to bed, I'd come clean with her. She did mention something about a walk after dinner,
which made me feel a bit more at ease. At least she wasn't trying to separate herself from me altogether, and if she was
planning on holding out on me later, I had a few seduction techniques that were guaranteed to get me results.
I decided to make her talk, once we were downstairs, asking where she'd want to sit. Once again she surprised me by saying
she wanted to sit in a dark corner. I had expected her to want to sit in the middle of the dining room, where she could
continue to ignore me and make herself interested in everything going on around us. There was something else though,
something I couldn't quite pin down, and I know it involved the gleam in her eyes. She told me she had forgotten something
in our room, and asked me to secure a table while she retrieved it. Happy she was speaking to me in pleasant tones, I was
only too glad to oblige. When she told me she wanted me to order wine, my spirits really soared. Gabrielle didn't use
alcohol to drown her sorrows…ever. No, wine only served to make her more amorous, and I knew then that I wasn't in the
kind of trouble I had envisioned. I assured her I'd take care of all that, and she left me to head upstairs.
A million thoughts went through my head while I was waiting on her to reappear. This wasn't the first time my bard had
expressed a little jealousy, but usually it was with people she had already heard about before meeting them. I had never
mentioned Micah because she really meant nothing to me. But there WAS a similarity between her and Gabrielle, and
Gabrielle knew how much I loved horses. I'm sure her fertile mind had envisioned Micah and me in a less prurient
relationship than what was actually true. How she'd handle those feelings would be where the surprise led us tonight.
Micah entered the inn then, her hand firmly gripping that of a fine looking young man. This had to be the infamous Meloditus she had gone on so much about. She gestured at him with a grin and her eyebrows, and I gave them a nod. Thankfully, they headed in another direction, but I had the feeling Micah would be keeping at least one eye on me, to see what the bard reduced me to.
The hesitance came again. I ordered the wine, and poured myself a glass while I was waiting. I was fighting a war within myself…a war to just sit here and let her come back to me, ready to play out whatever she was wanting. I could let her have her say, and then reassure her with my limited vocal skills that there really was nothing between me and Micah, and I was just teasing her a bit. Then I could take her upstairs and echo with my body what I had said with my words. I would enjoy spending the rest of the night just "reassuring" her in any way she wanted. But the other side of the war was saying skip the talk and go for what I was better at…just go upstairs and throw her on the bed and show her my faithfulness to her over and over again. I felt the familiar clenching between my thighs. At least my body knew what it wanted!
I was still arguing with myself as I poured the second glass and prepared to drink. Gabrielle had now been gone far too long to just retrieve something. Was she waiting for me? Was she wanting me to come to her and I missed a signal somewhere? Or was she plotting revenge by meeting up with someone else? Gods, I was horrible at this relationship thing, and I was suddenly insecure again. I had the glass to my lips, ready to down it in one medicating gulp, when I heard an unusual silence in the other diners. My attention turned to the stairs, and I saw why.
Gods, where did she get that outfit? And how did she know it would affect me the way it did? I was so used to seeing Gabrielle in short little skirts, which I adored, but there was something about seeing her in black leather trousers…gods! I was speechless and motionless as she made her way toward me. She was wearing a white silk shirt with billowy sleeves, and it hugged her top half like a glove, demurely covering her breasts, yet at the same time, straining to cover them. Her long golden hair flowed over her shoulders, and the combination of innocence and self-assuredness made my moisture flow freely. If I weren't already in love with her, I would have fell head over heels on the spot. I'm sure other tavern goers did, and I heard the moan of disappointment as she made her way to our table. As she approached, oh gods, there was a telltale bulge at her crotch. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what was happening.
I tried to ask her where she had gotten this outfit, but my powers of speech weren't cooperating very well. She was enjoying her effect on me, and her smug smile as she sat down with me only excited me more. She let me know she was pleased with my reaction, even as her hand stole up my thigh and over my sex on the outside of my damp breeches. Her outfit was making her more brazen in more ways than one, as she continued to stroke me and let me know I was in for a long evening of surprises like this one.
As I tried to taste my dinner, I spent more time on concentrating on her…trying to figure out her motives and guess what was ahead of me. I was used to doing the seducing, and rarely let others use their tactics on me, but I could not resist my aggressive little bard playing me like a lyre. She let me know without a doubt that she was to be in control that night, and she wanted me to let my usual dominance not overpower me. How did she know I was a hairsbreadth away from bending her back over the table, ripping down those pants, and plunging my face between her legs for a good long lick? Even after dinner, she wanted to sit there, drinking wine, and just letting me simmer in my thoughts. She apparently had her own worked out already, and was enjoying my reactions.
I was ready to try any tactic to hurry on the evening. "Gabrielle, you look incredible tonight." And she did. Gods, the stuff of Aphrodite's most erotic fantasies! Those tight leather pants, that soft perfect shirt, and her angel's face were a combination I had never dreamed of, but could no more resist than I could resist the urge to breathe. I realized until now I hadn't actually voiced my pleasure at her look, and she began to flirt even more heavily. She whispered for me to take it easy on the wine, and I realized I had downed several glasses while just puzzling over her new look and the arousal it awakened in me. It had been a long time before I had actually desired submitting to the whims of someone else, and I was now feeling strong urges to lay out on the bed, maybe even have her tie me down, while she had her way with me. I took another gulp of wine as my center gulped on its own, sending out a wave of my arousal.
Perhaps she could smell it too, because she said something about some fresh air and a walk. I was having a great deal of difficulty processing her words, and she took my hand under the table, reassuring me again that she wanted to be in charge for this very special night. I tried to respond, but gave up, and let her lead me from the inn.
I was used to people keeping "an eye on me" when we were in public, but tonight, all eyes were on Gabrielle, and I was honored to be there with her. I felt the protective side of me well up though, and told her outside the tavern that I didn't appreciate all the eyes that were staring at my treasures. I had a new respect for her enduring the prying eyes on my own outfit, when I was the one in the lead. But she had an answer for that too. She took my hand and pressed it to her breast, so I could feel the hardened tip against my palm. She told me they could look, but only I could touch. Gods! I drew in a ragged breath. I had to get her alone and soon, or I would lose all control and beg out for her to ravage me here and now!
"Where do you want to go, Gabrielle?" I asked her. I knew where I wanted to go, back to our room.
"Let's go check on Argo," she answered, her voice confident. I was a bit confused by that, but realized she might not have seen Micah in the tavern. Steeling myself for her disappointment that Micah wouldn't be there; I let her lead the way.
She led me to the stable, and I finally voiced my curiosity when she led me to Argo's stall, and only my horse was there to greet us. "The rule for tonight is you can ask me no questions. Just trust me and do as I say. Is that clear, Warrior Princess?" Oh, it was VERY clear, but I wasn't sure if I could play that game. Sure, I could let her start the lovemaking, but could I really restrain myself from taking over and bringing us the pleasure that fed our fantasies and our love? I would do my damndest, and nodded mutely, watching her place the saddle blanket on Argo's back.
She began rubbing her hands over her own chest, and I'm sure my mouth gaped open as she threw back her head in pleasure, threatening not to let me touch them. My fingers clutched at my side, itching to knead the flesh she was touching. I wanted to delve beneath her leather pants, but she told me only if she allowed it, and my thighs tightened again. Then she tugged on my own breeches, threatening to expose me to the night air. I fought back a moan and then struggled to maintain a tenuous thread of control.
"Did Micah really get to you?" I asked, and her eyes gave me the answer. Yes, she was bothered my Micah, but no, she wasn't feeling inferior toward her. She was just feeling…inspired, and the similarity in dress styles was no coincidence. The outfit Micah wore had done nothing for me…I knew Micah wore it as the proper clothes for her job. But seeing Gabrielle dressed like that, knowing it was solely to arouse my passions and assert herself, was a different matter entirely.
"Just take these off and get on the horse. And that's an order!"
I fought back a sarcastic "Yes, Maam," as I could see she was all business about this. Instead, I opted for the challenge, "This had better be good." She accepted it, and did one better, stripping my breeches from me before I had the chance to obey. I gave Argo a reassuring pat, but she was more interested in the oats trough, and I hopped lithely on her back, ensuring Gabrielle got an eye full of my swollen core.
She climbed on Argo in a more dignified manner, and told me she was going to teach me the pleasure of riding on a horse. Oh, my creative little bard! This wasn't the first time I had made love on horseback, but I had the feeling, this would be by far the most intense.
I made myself pliant as she pulled my thighs over hers, and our centers met. I was already so alive with sensation and wetness, it was difficult to feel her own, but I soon felt the heat of her pleasure seeping into mine. I would have been content to hump against her, bringing us mutual pleasure, but once again, she took the reins of control. Her hands met the muscles at the top of my thighs, massaging and caressing, and then she was under my skirt, running her finger through my sodden inner lips. I tremored with the effort not to return the touch, and obeyed gratefully when she asked me to make love to her mouth with my own.
I felt her do a little trembling of her own, as I unleashed the full force of my desire with my kiss, using my tongue in the spots of her mouth and lips that I knew took her breath away. I wanted her to know that I was very willing to do what she wanted, but my beast was just there below the surface, should she lose the power to continue. Her tongue responded in kind, but I won the battle of that kiss, and I think her self-assuredness may have slipped just a notch. She finally drew away and asked if she could touch me, and I willingly gave the control back, eager to see what she would do. I very much wanted to be loved by my bard.
She began touching me more firmly, drawing her finger over my center and lingering on my clitoris as we began to kiss again. I refrained from returning the touch to her…I couldn't anyway. She still had those amazing trousers on, and I noticed something was barring her opening from me. I shivered and moaned, and even her mouth was able to take control of mine, as I rapidly began to careen toward my climax. I braced my arms behind me, unashamed, and tilted my vagina toward her, praying she would read my signals and penetrate me. At this point, that would be all I need to come.
Gods, she was using both hands now, but still wouldn't fuck me with her fingers! She was reading my signals all right, and was well aware of what I was asking. "I'm going to let you come, but we've got a very long night ahead of us. Pace yourself." The way I was feeling, there was no danger of exhausting myself any time soon. I would wear my bard out tonight. But she was good to her word, and began enflaming me more; one hand focused on my pounding clit while the other coaxed my juices to pump out onto her hand and the saddle blanket.
"That's right, fuck it, Baby," those words filtered through to my fevered brain, and my eyes caught a glimpse of her own sparkling green orbs studying what her hands were causing my lower body to respond with. That was my undoing and I came almost before I was ready, slumping toward her. She continued to stroke me, and the climax rose in intensity and took forever. It was glorious.
Her arms came around me, and I felt the lump at her midriff again. I couldn't resist asking her what she was wearing under those pants of hers. She told me I had to wait to find out, and I realized we weren't going to continue here in the stable. Zeus, how was I supposed to be able to walk in the condition I was in? The walk to our room would take an eternity, and my stomach fluttered with the knowledge that I had to make it with no breeches, and my wetness streaking down my thighs. Could I do that? Could I let her do that to me?
She was asking for my approval. Of course I could let her do that to me. I'd let her do anything she wanted to. She wanted another kiss, and she stepped up on a bucket so she could kiss me again, molding her body tightly to mine. I felt her arms tighten around me and our mouths met without the usual bending down of mine and straining up of hers. Her hands squeezed my buttocks as she pressed that firm surprise in her pants against my already reflaming center. Gods, did I love her!
She wanted more wine, and I secured it from the bar, thanking the gods that the room was darkened enough to hide my tell tale signs of having just been thoroughly pleased. I'm not embarrassed or ashamed of letting anyone know I belong to Gabrielle, but even Warrior Princesses have limits as to how much they reveal. Upstairs, she told me to take off my armor and pour us some wine. I stripped off the offending items and did her bidding. Her unspoken command told me to take to the bed, and I laid my length out over it, and looked up at her, waiting for her to move. And move she did, as she stripped off that wonderful shirt, and revealed to me the mounds of flesh that my mouth was aching to touch.
She began a long climb up my body, until her mouth hovered over mine. I was hard pressed not to grab her, but she wanted to drink the wine, from my mouth, and I was able to concentrate on her marvelous pink tongue dipping into my mouth to steal what drops of wine remained there, before licking my lips over and over again. I felt every lick with my lips down below, and I felt my moisture begin to run anew. She pulled away far too soon, and begin to take off her boots.
All right, I'll admit it. Leather gets me hot. The feel of it, the sound of it, the smell of it…it was the perfect material to protect me in battle, and the perfect material to arouse me when I allowed it. I asked her to leave on her pants…wanting to feel the pliant rough material scrub across my clit. I could grind myself against her leg and take my pleasure that way, if she'd allow me.
But my own leathers were making it difficult for me to breath, and I had to feel her torso against my own. I broke the rule and asked her if I could take them off, and she didn't seem to notice. I don't think she cared. She wanted to help me get "a little more uncomfortable" and with both of us working, my battle dress was off in record time. She began to touch me…everywhere. I surprised myself by allowing her to do so…and she found even more spots on my body that responded heartily to her knowing fingers. She was in control, and I was losing control. She seemed to sense that, and moved up my body again, grabbing one of my thighs to pull me close to hers as she pressed her crotch into mine. The hardened bulge pressed into my clit, and sparks flew. I had to have more, and now.
Once again, she read my mind, and her hand took mine to press to her front. She told me to unlace her pants, and I did so as quickly as my trembling fingers would allow. The fragrance of her center hit me like a tidal wave, and my mind immediately flew back to the first time I had made love to her with the phallus. I had been so full of lust and desire, that I wanted to fill her completely, making her beg for more and more. She was apparently feeling the same way tonight, and tonight I was to be the one receiving the fucking. Zeus, I was more than ready for it!
She thrust my hand down the front of her pants, and I explored, feeling the length of the phallus and then dipping below, feeling the tremendous outpouring of juices that betrayed her height of arousal. Her eyes were looking to me for reassurance, as on that first night, I had made it clear that I was only to wear the harness that night. "Do you want me, Xena? Can I go inside you?"
Gods, yes! Anywhere, as long as it's inside me. I pressed the phallus into her, letting her feel the nub at the base of it. The remarkable design of the wooden object was perfect for bringing pleasure to both users, and she was just beginning to experience that. Constant clitoral stimulation was the reason I had chosen it, and I knew from experience that being the wearer of it was just as exciting as being the receiver of it. She drew back with a hissed breath, and said something about wanting to make sure I was lubricated enough. Gods, I was threatening to flood the room, but I knew she was just trying to contain herself as she slid down me again, her hot open mouth teasing me the whole way. When she was at my cunt, she opened her mouth wide, and sucked me in, threatening to make me spill over into another climax. My breath held as she released me, saying something about my indeed being ready.
She positioned me as she wanted, with my legs bent and my ass near the end of the bed. She leaned forward and I felt the head of the phallus at my opening, spreading my labia. Yes! Finally! I tried to press forward, but she drew back a bit, just moving the phallus around my wetness. She was putting me off again, telling me to make her wet enough to want to continue. Gods, I had just been there…I know she was wet enough! And so did she…so I know what she wanted. I heard my voice croak as I groaned, "More, Gabrielle…please."
I couldn't fly any higher…or so I thought. She reached down, and my clit was between her v'd fingers. "Do you want me to jack you off, Baby?" Gods, was this my bard talking? Her words enflamed me beyond explanation! In the heat of passion she sometimes cried out words like this, but she was out of her head with excitement then. To hear her talk like this just to incite me was a whole different matter, and I shuddered with the intensity. "Yess…" I hissed, and she began to rub her fingers against each other, my bundle of nerves responding to the pressure, as it never had before. She continued to rub the head of the phallus against me, and in tiny increments, by body pulled it in by its own accord. I can't explain how, but it was happening.
I wasn't going to make it. My heart was pounding and my body was close to shutting down with the rapture she was bringing me. Before I lost myself to a fate I couldn't be responsible for, I said the magic words. "Do it…."
She had been waiting for this…"Do what? What do you want from me?"
I caught her eyes with mine, and I know my desperation was in my own. I slipped an arm behind her waist, as I saw the gleam in hers turn to conquest. "Fuck me…"
And she did.
Xena's Scroll (Conclusion)
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