Predestined...--Xena's Scroll (Part 2)

I pulled away, and did not miss the disappointment on her face. I looked her squarely in the eye. "We can't continue here," I said…"I don't want to ruin this by being interrupted. Will you come with me?"

"Yes," she didn't even hesitate as I took her hand, and led her around the corner of the house. There, behind some of the thickest bushes, was a doorway.

"What is this?" she asked, as I led down a long dark corridor. I'm sure she could feel the ground sloping beneath her feet, and she squeezed my hand tighter as we continued.

"Don't worry," I chuckled…"I'm not leading you to the dungeon." The irony of that line would come back like a shot in the gut tomorrow, but now, I was blissfully unaware. "I have a special place I want to take you."

Her eyes took in the big room, when I finally asked her to stop, and went around the room with practiced ease. In just a moment, a series of candles were lighting the shadows, and Gabrielle was able to take in where she was.

"This is beautiful…" she mused, and she ventured out to walk throughout the room, taking in the atmosphere.

I wanted to tell her the truth, that I had this room built for my own special use whenever I wanted to be alone with someone whom I thought would fill that aching void I referred to earlier. I had brought countless men and women here, some of them as captives, but most of them as willing participants in a night of unbridled lust and sex. I had climaxed so many times here, but they always left my body singing, and my heart hurting. Tonight though, if she would allow me, I would be totally sated.

The room was beautifully decorated, in muted reds and vivid white, the walls dotted by paintings of erotica I had selected myself. Gabrielle seemed most interested in them, and spent several moments looking at them, as I looked at her.

Her gaze was captured for several moments by a particular painting, and I knew which one it was before I followed her eyes. It was of two women, laying on a bed, very much like the one that dominated the center of the room. They were sleeping, the shorter blonde's head nestled against the breath of the taller brunette. Both of them were naked, and they were both smiling contentedly in their slumber. It could have been anyone from the lack of detail…I had it done that way intentionally…but I know now who it was.

She held a hand out as if she wanted to touch the face of one of the women. "Can it be like that?" I heard her whisper, almost as if to herself.

I stepped up behind her, and wrapped my arms around her, holding her gently beneath her crossed arms. Her hands slipped down to touch my arms. "It can," I answered. "And I want it to be. Do you?"

Without hesitation, she turned to look up at me. Her lips rather than her voice answered, as she pressed her head toward mine.

We stood there for an eternity it seemed, once again tasting and learning with our mouths. My vagina cried out for mercy, but I tried my best to ignore it, still not sure of what she wanted from me. I had been with women who were afraid of doing more than a little kissing and caressing…and I had to go slow with them, teaching them the pleasure in my touch, as I coaxed them to reveal more and more to me. Perhaps Gabrielle was like that, and if so, I would be an unbelievably patient teacher, holding back my own passion until she was crying out for more. I would enjoy that tender slow seduction…if I could maintain the control needed for it.

She ended the kiss, and my heart sank as she took a step back, and she looked around the room again, suddenly appearing nervous. "What's wrong?" I asked her, afraid of the answer.

She hid her face from me, but I could hear the fear quivering in her voice as she answered after a pause. "I'm so confused."

I took her hand, and urged her to sit on the bed beside me. I saw her eyes take in the satin coverlet, that seemed dwarfed by the size of the huge bed. I knew from experience how the firmness of the bed added to the pleasure of the body as it moved in lovemaking, but for now, I just wanted to help her relax. She hesitated, then sat beside me, not shying away, I noted, when her thigh touched lightly against my own.

"Confused about what?" I asked, as gently as I could.

My hand had never released hers, and now she was lifting it, to trace over the sinews and bones highlighting the back of it. Even that innocent touch caused my body to flame with desire. "I'm sorry, Xena…but I love you. I loved you the moment I first saw you, and it felt like I suddenly knew what my purpose in life was. To give you my love. But you…you're the Empress of Rome. You have everything and everyone at your fingertips. So much power…" she had turned my hand over, and was now drawing little beseeching circles over my palm. "How could I be so selfish to think that you could love me in return…the way I dream of?"

I understood what she was saying, and knew it was time for me to express my own feelings. I took the hand that still held mine, and pressed my lips to the back of it, then to my cheek. When I released it, her hand didn't leave. "I think I understand what you're telling me," I told her. "But I have to tell you something…something that I was born to tell you…and could never tell anyone else."

She looked frightened again, and her hand left my face, leaving a tingling loss of warmth I desired to feel again. "Tell me, Xena," she said.

I felt a wellspring of tears in my eyes, and tried to control them along with the vulnerability in my voice. "I've never been truly happy," I finally said. "I've been satisfied, pleased…even ecstatic sexually…but never truly happy. Until…"

"Until?" The word hung in the air like a breath exhaled on a freezing cold day.

"Until I saw you. It was if, I never even was aware of how miserable I've been until I saw you…and suddenly, I felt happiness…true happiness. And it's overwhelming."

She paused to take in my words, her eyes sparkling with something other than tears this time. But just as quickly, I saw a frown form…"But you're married."

I sighed deeply, before I could stop myself. Some people were very uncomfortable with my marital status, even more so than the fact that I was Empress of the Roman Empire. But she wasn't done. "Caesar scares me…there's something cruel in his eyes. I've noticed it when he looks at you too. Do you love him?"

Ah, a question I could answer with no hesitation. "No, I don't," I told her. "I may have at one time, but I think I was just captivated by his bearing and power. I don't love him at all. I love YOU."

She released my hand again, and this time her hand came up on its own volition to touch the side of my face. "I'm afraid for you," she admitted.


"Because I believe what you're saying, and I'm afraid for you when Caesar realizes it too. I'm afraid he'll hurt you."

I'm sure my eyes widened at that comment. She meant what she was saying. "I can handle Caesar," I said, reassuring both of us. "He doesn't have the same effect on me he does on others. And the ugly truth is, he does still love me."

She nodded somberly, and stared ahead, not wanting to face me. I lifted a hand and rubbed it along the delectable curve of her shoulder. "Does the fact that I'm married make you not want to be with me?"

"No…even if it should." I smiled slightly at her answer, feeling greatly relieved. "I believe what you say to me, and I feel your heart speaking even more to me. I just can't understand how it's coming so easily to me…to talk to you like this."

"Have you ever been in love before?" I asked her, curious.

"Yes, I suppose," she answered. "I've in love with my home, a peaceful, inspiring place. I've been in love with some of the things I've written, isn't that strange? And I've been in love with an ideal, a feeling of emotion and want that I knew could be fulfilled…I just didn't know how I would go about doing it. I know now."

Gods, no wonder she was a writer! The poetry of her words and her delivery sent icy shivers up my spine. "What about a person?" I asked. "Have you ever been in love with a person?"

She shook her head almost immediately. "I've dreamed of it," she replied. "I've thought about it, I've even written about it. But I was never able to picture it…until now."

I HAD to ask…"Did you dream of a man?"

She looked me square in the eye. "I dreamed of a lover," she answered. "I don't think I ever had the courage to put a face on them…until I saw yours. Can I love you like I could love a man?"

I wondered how innocent she was. Was she asking what I think she was asking? My own experiences were varied and numerous, and there were many times when I only wanted be with a woman. Sex with a woman could be so different, so much more emotional and unbelievably exciting…women were better at reading my desires and fulfilling them.

"Yes," I answered, thrilled to see the response in her expression. "It is very possible for us to be together…if you truly want it."

Once again her response came nonverbally, as she turned her body and pressed her lips to mine, eager for another of those long breath stealing kisses. I opened my mouth against hers, and this time her tongue plunged into the depths of my mouth, nudging mine until I began to suck on it, knowing she was feeling the answering tug lower down.

I couldn't stand not continuing this time, and I reached for her, pulling her willing body onto my lap so I could reach around her and hold her tight against me. Her hands crept upward until they were entwined in my hair, and I let my own tongue wander into her mouth. Tentatively at first, and then with more confidence, I felt her suck me in.

With a gasp I pulled my mouth away abruptly, scaring her, but I let my eyes sooth her. "It's all right," I told her. "I just want us to be more comfortable."

"I'm very comfortable," she giggled, and I felt the incredible feeling of her fingers pressing into the nape of my neck, massaging.

I grinned at her boldness, but couldn't stop what I had started. I urged her to pull off my lap, and then stood before her.

The bed was high off the floor, but she still had to look way up to see my face. I noticed her eyes took a long time to make the trip, as if they were taking in every inch of my body. Silently, I released my scabbard, and threw it to the chair behind me. "Would you take off my belt" I asked her then.

She blushed, but didn't hesitate to reach out and loosen the golden belt I wore. When it was removed, it clattered to the floor, but we didn't notice. I think both of us held our breaths as her hands slipped under the loosened him of my shirt, stroking over my stomach.

"Yes," she was whispering, a bemused expression on her face. "I knew it would feel like this…all muscle and yet so smooth. I have seen paintings of you…some of them magnificent, but they couldn't do this justice." She was whispering almost to herself, but then she looked up at me.

"May I continue?" she asked, and I gulped.

"You have to," I told her gently.

With remarkably steady hands, she undid the fastenings of my leather tunic, and pulled the edges apart, revealing a soft white undershirt beneath. I glanced down, and wasn't surprised to see the darkness of my nipples showing through the tight material. They were so hard they pulsated. "Gods…"

It had been wrenched from her, and her hands withdrew, as she suddenly couldn't continue. She was staring at my breasts, her mouth working silently. I don't mean to be immodest, but I knew I had a pleasing body, and I reached the hem of my undershirt and with a brief movement, and pulled the shirt from my head.

"No justice at all," she murmured. "How could they? My own words would never be adequate to describe this sight." Her eyes met mine in a plaintive, hungry stare, as if she didn't know what to do next, but felt she had to.

I smiled gently, enjoying the lust and arousal shining in the depth of her expression, and the unconscious movements of her body. I leaned over her, and kissed her again, briefly, as my hands moved under the robe covering her shoulders, and I slid it down over them. She wiggled obligingly, and soon the offending garment was pooled at her waist on the bed. Underneath she wore a sleeping gown, it's thin straps barely restraining the tight bodice that covered her own breasts. She trembled when my fingers released the straps, and the gown slipped from her.

I stared for a moment, my eyes riveted to the soft pale flesh revealed to me. She wasn't a warrior like me, but it was obvious she took pains to insure her body was in shape, and I couldn't take my eyes off the beauty revealed to me. I don't know what I liked best, the flat smooth abdominal muscles, or the pink capped swells of her full breasts. I told myself I had forever to try to decide.

I tried to make my voice as gentle as I could as I told her, "Don't be afraid,", but I know the need was evident. I laid her back on the bed, and my hands were at her waist, reaching for the lower half of the gown. She offered no resistance as she let me pull the gown totally from her. I paused to take her silver sandals off, then allowed myself a look at the treasure I had uncovered.

"You are perfect," I told her finally, watching the blush creep not over her cheeks but down over her neck. She was looking up at me with curiosity and the need for approval. How would I convince her that she was the loveliest person I had ever seen? Her hands unconsciously crossed over the quivering tips of her breasts, and when I gently pulled them away, my eyes not slaked by what I had seen so far, they nervously moved downward to rest on her stomach. My eyes followed the movement, and I marveled at the delicate peach colored lace panties covering her womanhood. Would she…

"Will you take them off for me?" I asked, letting a finger just slip under the edge of the material. "I have to know you want to do it for me."

She swallowed hard, but I could see her steel her resolve, and slowly, her hands moved until she had fingers hooked under each side of the waist band. She moved her hips enticingly, as she did as I asked, laying there totally naked beneath my gaze.

"You ARE perfect," I mused again, one of my hands coming down to nudge her hand away. It had lingered at her midriff, trying to cover the plump pubis my eyes were threatening to devour. She didn't move it back, but both her hands grasped at the coverlet beneath her, as she allowed my scrutiny.

"Are you cold?" I asked, realizing her body had broken out in goosebumps and she was shivering slightly. The room next to this one was a huge forge, and usually served to keep this room well-heated, as well as totally soundproof.

"Sort of," she answered. "My body wants to feel the warmth of yours."

Gods, the things she could say! With a slight groan of pleasure, I laid down on the bed next to her, and pulled her into my arms. She cradled against me instantly, her face buried in my shoulder. I submerged myself in her own golden hair, smelling the subtle scent of jasmine, even as I relished the feeling of her breasts pressed beneath mine. Her hardened nipples poked into the sensitive underside of my breasts, and her lower half automatically slid comfortably between my still leather clad thighs. When I pulled her head up to kiss her, there was no hesitation.

"Tell me what you want, Gabrielle," I husked against her lips. "I need to hear you tell me what you want."

She instinctively nestled herself tighter into the apex of my thighs. "I need you to make love to me," she answered in return. "I want you to make me yours."

"You're already mine," I assured her. "But I want to make you believe it." I no longer held my hands back, and let them begin to stroke over her back in firm strokes, enjoying the feeling of her firmness beneath my fingers. She shuddered when my hands moved lower, and I was kneading the flesh of her ass, pressing her harder to my crotch. My hips began to press upward, until I know she was feeling the pressure of my mound on her own.

"Will you love me like a man?" she asked, and I could hear the question in her voice, that went far beyond what she was asking.

"If you like," I told her, even as my fingers were moving lower, until they were just touching the wetness her body was producing.

I tasted her moan, as her mouth sought out mine again, and my fingers delved further, to find her sodden for me. "This is your first time, isn't it?" I whispered, my stomach dancing with the excitement of that thought.

"Yes," she answered, her eyes shining at mine. "I saved myself until I knew I was with the right one…the only one."

I nodded, pleased by that response, but I pressed a little harder, my index finger easily slipping up between her lips to stop just below the seat of her pleasure. "The first time can be painful," I told her. "I don't want anything to hurt you. Perhaps if I use my fingers first…"

"No, Xena, please…" she pled. "I want you to fill me completely…I know it will hurt…and I crave that pain…because it will open doors to the greatest pleasure I can know."

Once again, the power of her words caused my heart to surge. Gods, she was demanding I take the greatest gift of all in the strongest way possible. Who was I to deny it?

"I understand," I told her. I reached for the table beside the bed, and opened the top drawer, taking out the object I knew would either terrify or intrigue her.

Thank the gods it seemed to intrigue her. She narrowed her eyes as she took in the item I held before her, letting her take in. "You can wear it?" she asked, sounding surprised.

"If you want," I answered, "But first…" I rolled her off of me, and then hovered over her, my hand reaching up to rest on her stomach. "Will you trust me?"

"Yes…always…" she responded, and she closed her eyes as my hand began to move. I caressed her stomach for a moment, still caught up in her dazzling perfection, and then I moved higher, so I could touch over the bottom of her breast, and then up over a nipple. Her back arched into my touch, and her lips responded eagerly to mine when I nibbled over her mouth. I kissed her for a long time, letting her get used to the touch of my hand, and then I slipped my mouth from hers, to suck gently at her chin, and then her neck, excited to feel her hands on my head, pressing me firmly to her. Below, I could smell her arousal growing even stronger.

When I drew the first nipple between my lips, I heard a long hiss come from her, and then she began to moan softly, as I sucked at her, letting my tongue draw circles around the pink areola that wrinkled beneath me. I eventually let my mouth trail to the other nipple, and she began to respond even more…I was a little startled to feel the heat of her crotch pressing against my stomach, but when she began to wiggle against me, I knew her need was causing her to be so bold.

"Please…please…please…" I realized she was issuing a barely perceptible mantra from her lips, and I released the delicious nub of flesh to take in her face. She was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, her eyes clamped tightly shut, while her mouth was open wide. She seemed to be fighting for breath.

"Tell me what you want…" I prodded again.

"I…I'm not sure…" she admitted, her voice quivery and thick. "I want…gods…I want you!"

I felt my heart swell with emotion as she went silent again, her lower half moving against mine in a slight rhythm that I knew I could enhance with just a little effort. I slid my body down further, and my nostrils flared with the first real smell of the source of her obvious distress. The scent was far sweeter than the finest flowers…the most expensive perfumes…I wonder how she tasted?

"Ah!" she cried out the moment she moment she felt my breath on her nether regions, and pulled her upper half into an almost upright position, before relaxing slowly against the bed. She hadn't come, but apparently, the heat of my closeness had startled her. I was captivated by the pinkened glistening flesh in front of me…the delicate clamshell of her labia…the fleshy nub that I could just barely see at the top of it. She was so feminine…so desirable. I felt my tongue tingle with anticipation as I let it loll out of my mouth, and starting at the bottom, drew it as lightly as I could over the length of her. Above me, I heard her sigh deeply…not a sigh of frustration, but a sigh of satisfaction.

I know she wanted me to deflower her with the phallus, but I wanted her to reach her pinnacle first, at the skill of my mouth. She was plenty lubricated, but an orgasm would help her inner muscles be more relaxed for the first intrusion of the leather covered member. "I'm going to make you come," I whispered, trying not to sound crude, despite what I was saying. "Have you orgasmed before?"

I caught the pink flush of her cheeks, before she nodded. "Yes, but it was never enough."

I could identify with that feeling, but was interested in tasting her more than anything. I drew my tongue up along the length of her again, a little more firmly this time, and she quivered beneath me. Using one of my hands, I gently traced between her lips, watching them open beneath me to reveal the most secret parts of her. She was such a soft pink, so enticing and erotic.

Oh gods, how I wanted to plunge deep inside that tiny little opening…how I wanted to taste her arousal straight from the source, but I know she wanted that in a different way. I pressed my finger inside her, until I reached the thin membrane of her hymen, and just left it there, knowing it would be only a few minutes before it was no more, just like my loneliness.

"I want you to come for me," I whispered, feeling heat on my cheeks from my own words. I had uttered them before, but this wasn't a command…it was a request…a plea. I pursed my lips, and slid down the length of her clitoris, reveling in the feeling of the fleshy hood giving way to my mouth. I sucked her in, and then held her there, working my tongue over the tip of it as she began to writhe.

"Oh my gods, that's wonderful!" I heard her exclaim in surprise, and then she became incoherent as her pleasure built. I had scarcely had time to begin a rhythm, when I felt her movements grow desperate, and then she was screaming out her pleasure into the night..

I helped her ride the climax for as long as I could, until her thighs locked around my neck threatened to make me unconscious, and I wiggled my way free. I couldn't help the grin that was on my face. She excited me beyond reason.

At least a minute passed, before her eyes finally opened to meet with mine. I was leaning over her again, my mouth inches from her. "Am I still alive?" she asked.

I laughed, delighted at her expression. "Very much so," I answered, and then I lowered to her mouth. She reacted at first to the taste of her on my lips, but as my kiss grew more insistent, I felt her relax, and she opened her mouth beneath mine. My breath caught when I felt the tentative strokes of her fingers over my breasts.

I was afraid she would be too sensitive, and my fingers barely touched her cunt at first, as I began answering her fingers with my own manipulations. I felt her sigh again, and her legs spread further, welcoming my touch.

"Xena…" I was so enraptured with tasting the column of her neck, I was barely aware of her voice at first.

"Yes, Gabrielle, what is it?"

"I want you to finish undressing…I want to see all of you…and I want to touch you."

I expected to see the now familiar blush, but all I could see was hunger on her angelic face, and I pushed myself off her long enough to reach for the lacings on my pants. Frustrated with a knot that was suddenly present, I pulled my long legs over the bed, and kicked my boots off, then stood and wriggled the too tight leather over my hips. It hurt, but I didn't take the time to let the pain register. Underneath, I wore dark cotton breeches, but as I reached for them, she surprised me again.

"May I?"

I nodded, trying to control my excitement, and knelt on the bed beside her, within easy reach of her hands. She reached up and instead of divesting me of the breeches, she pulled me closer. I suppressed a moan as I saw her inhaling deeply. "Mmm…you smell of leather and musk and…something else."

"It's desire," I croaked, as her hand grew bold, and stroked over the material, pressing slightly into the wettened part of the cloth.

"Desire," she repeated, sounding amazed. "Tell me what to do, Xena. I want to make you feel as good as you've made me feel."

I wanted so bad to just give into the look on her face, but I wasn't sure if I could the way I wanted. If I let her touch me to orgasm, as I had done her, I was afraid I would crave her so much more that I wouldn't be able to use the gentleness I needed to take her maidenhead. I wanted her first time to be slow and sweet, not a brutal attack that would frighten and hurt her.

"You will," I managed, not trying to mask the shaking in my legs or my voice. "But I'm not done with you yet."

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