Frustrations --Xena's Scroll

“Frustrated, Xena?”

I gave a weary look to Autolycus, letting him silently know that he was pushing the boundaries of my patience.

“You promised to give her ten minutes of QUIET, Autolycus,” I heard my champion, Gabrielle say from behind me.

I flashed her a grateful smile that doubled when I caught the King of Thieves’ familiar disconcerted look. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

I winked at Gabrielle, and turned back to the puzzle before me, ten concentric circles, each marked with twenty-five separate symbols, written in a long forgotten language. We had run across Autolycus in Phillipi, and although we’d tried to make a dash for it, he spotted us. Half a glass of port later, and I found myself challenged to open the ancient lock in the ancient temple.

I probably never would have taken the bait, had Autolycus not admitted he had given up on the conundrum. That was a first, and although I’d bested him in the past, it was usually by employing cunning or stealth rather than sheer out-solving.

I leaned in a little closer, trying to make rhyme or reason of the symbols, and felt heavy breathing on my neck. Turning my head slightly, I smelled garlic and tobacco, and I turned my head fully to give Autolycus another dirty look. Once again, he flashed me an apologetic smile, and leaned back.

He left me in peace for just more minute, long enough for me to concentrate on the golden lock. Seizing the outer ring, I began to twist. I heard Autolycus and Gabrielle hold their breath behind me, as I slowly turned each ring into its logical place. By the fourth circle, I could tell Autolycus had caught on from the sounds he was making behind me. “I never woulda thought of that,” I heard him admit.

The final circle was in place, and three was a resounding clicking noise. The huge stone door the lock held shut slowly clicked open. “It formed a picture!” Gabrielle exclaimed as she stood back to let the door open.

“A picture of a mountain,” Autolycus told her smugly, as though he’d thought of it. I just sneered at him as Gabrielle grinned.

I straightened up and gave Gabrielle another wink as I stepped back to let Autolycus check out the now open doorway. There was a clattering of footsteps in the hall behind us, and several of the temple priests were suddenly singing Autolycus’s praises. I couldn’t help it; I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him THE look.

Ever the magnanimous one, Autolycus tipped his head toward me slightly. “Xena helped a lot,” he said in a small voice.

I quirked a grin. Some things never changed.

The weather had been unseasonably cold, and Gabrielle was just getting over a round of the flu which had left her tired and with a mean occasional cough. I didn’t want her to relapse, so we had booked a room indefinitely in Phillipi. Gabrielle had been feeling so rotten, that we had skipped lovemaking the last week or so, and I’m just brazen enough to admit I was hoping a cozy bed in a warm room would help her feel a little more…amorous.

As if she were reading my mind, I felt Gabrielle’s hand slip into mine. Glancing in her eyes, I saw the hunger that had lately been absent due to the presence of sneezing and achy bones. Her eyes were saying exactly what I was thinking…”Let’s get out of here.”

I watched Autolycus, who was still trying to take some credit for my solution. If I didn’t know him so well, I would have been angered, but as Autolycus had once told me, no one has an ego as big as his. I just shook my head slightly at him, and waited patiently for him to turn his attention toward us.

It took a while, but finally he remembered that Gabrielle and I were still there. He offered me that rakish rogue grin in that way of his that represented him at his most charming. “Ladies,” he said, with a slight bow.

I gave Gabrielle a look and rolled my eyes. I heard her giggle under her breath in response. “Autolycus, it was great seeing you again,” I told him. “I was more than happy to be of service to you. But now, if you’ll excuse me, Gabrielle and I have some other matters to attend to.” I turned on my heel, hoping I’d be able to make a hasty escape for once.

No such luck. I heard him doing some fast talking to the priests, then quick as a lightning bolt, he was standing in front of Gabrielle and me. “Xena…Gabrielle…what’s your hurry?” he grinned, putting a hand around each of us. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. What say we go get a drink and catch up on old times?”

Gabrielle sighed deeply. I tried the light approach. “Autolycus, maybe later, huh? It’s late, and we just got into town…”

“Then you must be starved!” he interrupted. “Come on, Ladies. Supper’s on me tonight!” He patted a noisy coin purse on his belt that told us he had been busy lately. He moved the hand on each of our shoulders down to our waists, and turned us, urging us forward before we could protest otherwise.

The difficult part of the situation was that we both liked Autolycus, and enjoyed our all-too brief times with him. Because of that, I think, we allowed him to escort us to the nicest restaurant in Phillipi.

A couple of hours later, we were full of good food, and I was feeling exceptionally good from drinking the specialty of the house, an innocent tasting little beverage referred to as the “Peacemaker”. It went down smooth, then settled like a lump in my gullet, making even the thought of getting up too tiresome. Gabrielle had wisely passed on the drink, settling for fresh apple cider instead, and now, was in the midst of telling Autolycus about our recent adventures with two of my look-alikes, Meg and Leah. The alcohol made a funny story sound even more hilarious, and we laughed so much, it began to get painful.

Much later, we were still enjoying ourselves, when Gabrielle pointed out that the candles were gradually being extinguished on all the tables around us. “Guess that’s cour ue,” Autolycus slurred. He frowned and shook his head, knowing that hadn’t come out right; but unwilling to use the effort to try to fix it.

“Yup,” Gabrielle answered, pushing back her chair and standing up. I did likewise, and only had a little difficulty accomplishing it.

Autolycus tried; he really did. He stood, but missed the back of his chair, and tumbled head first on to the table, unmoving.

I reached down and grabbed the front of his hair, lifting his head. His eyes were open, but they were fixed ahead of him, glazed over. I leaned close to his ear. “What inn are you staying at, Autolycus?” I asked him.

He blinked once, and that was it.

“I’ll hold him up; you look for a room key,” I told Gabrielle. I had used the good sense to quit drinking a while ago, but Autolycus had drunk up till the end. I lifted him up partially, and Gabrielle began rifling through his pockets, which were numerous. She started with those in his tunic, but now was digging near his waist. Of course, this was when he regained consciousness.

From my vantage point, I could see the sleepy half-smile that crept over his features. “Gabrielle,” he murmured. “I don’t know which Xena will be more jealous of…your hand or the parts of me that you’re groping…”

I didn’t find that amusing, and I jerked his head, making him wince for more than one reason.

“Shut up, Autolycus, and give me your room key now, or else the King of Thieves will find himself operating without his favorite tool.”

He seemed to understand, and was reaching instantly for some invisible pocket inside his left sleeve. He held the key up, and I grabbed it from him before putting it in MY secret pocket, my cleavage. Bending slightly, I pulled one of Autolycus’s arms around my neck. Gabrielle did the same with her other arm. “Let’s go,” she told me.

It was a long staggering walk to get Autolycus to his room, but finally, I was able to kick open the door. Gabrielle and I dragged him the remaining few feet, and dropped him face down on the bed. Gabrielle lifted his feet, and swung them up on the bed as well. She gave me a tired smile, and then we were turning to head towards our own room in our own inn.

“G’night, Xena…Gabrielle,” we heard Autolycus slur behind us. “I had a tood gime tonight.”

“G’night,” we called back, but I don’t know how he could have heard us over the sounds of his snores.

Our inn was only a couple blocks away, but my boots were dragging during the trip. I kept an arm wrapped around Gabrielle, but was finding myself having a hard time concentrating on what she was saying.

“Zeus!” I exclaimed, finally throwing myself on the bed. “Instead of the “Peacemaker”, they should call that drink the “Dreammaker…I’m wiped.” I threw an arm over my eyes, trying to work up the energy to fall asleep.

“Xena…” I heard the singsong tone of Gabrielle’s sweet voice. I parted two fingers, and peeked through them at her.

“Uh…Gabrielle…” I managed to at least remember her name. “I’m sorry…but…”

I heard her chuckle at me. “It’s okay,” she said. I felt her undoing my boots and pulling them off me, then half rolling me over to remove my scabbard. I’m pretty sure I thanked her, but maybe I just dreamed it…

I wasn’t surprised when I woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, but I forced myself to get out of bed, and do some stretching. It helped the throbbing demote to more of a dull pounding. I’d been up for a half hour or so, when Gabrielle came into the room, her eyes glowing with excitement.

“Good morning,” I told her, making a grab for her as she hurried past me.

“Good morning, Xena,” she boomed. She was digging through her saddlebags eagerly. “How did you sleep?”

“Very well, thank you very much,” I answered, moving to close the gap between us. I could see that she was searching through her scrolls, selecting certain ones. “What are you doing?”

“I ran into Orion in the lobby downstairs. You remember me telling you about him, don’t you?”

I ransacked my memory. “From the Academy,” I answered finally.

“Right! Very good! He and Stallonus have a week off from school, and are staying here. We’re going to compare our latest stories.”

I stood there nodding, but couldn’t help wondering if this was some sort of retribution for falling asleep on her last night.

She has sorted through all her scrolls, amazing me, as always, by knowing exactly which was which. They all looked the same to me. Then she grabbed a leather belt from her bag and quickly and efficiently bundled up the chosen ones. She turned to face me, her arms full.

I’m sure I looked like an idiot standing there with my mouth gaping. “You don’t have time for breakfast?”

“I’m sorry, Xena,” she replied, standing on her tiptoes to give me a quick peck to the cheek. “I already ate with Orion and Stallonus. I figured you’d sleep through most of the morning.”

I nodded. “When will you be back?” I asked, trying not to sound too pathetic.

“I’ll be back this afternoon sometime,” she answered. She suddenly stopped moving. “If that’s all right,” she added.

I could see she was hesitating now, and I couldn’t stand the thought. “Of course, it’s all right,” I responded, giving her a big warm genuine smile. “Go have a good time with your friends.”

“Thanks…” she reached for my neck, and this time, our lips met in a soft kiss. “This is their last day in town. What are you gonna do?” she asked then.

I shrugged. “I’ll find something to keep me occupied,” I replied. “How about we meet back here after lunch some time?”

“Sounds good…I’ll see you later.” Another quick kiss, and she was out the door before I could get another word out. I couldn’t get irritated with her though. She was too cute when she was this excited. Of course, there were other things that I would rather see her be excited about…

I washed up in the inn-provided basin, then wandered downstairs. Gabrielle had said she ran into her old friends in the lobby, and I half-expected to see her there, but there wasn’t even a trace of her.

Out on the street, I was trying to decide if I wanted to go east to visit Argo at the stables, or west to check on Autolycus’s condition. I ended up doing neither, as a couple of riders came roaring in on horses, yelling they needed help.

“What’s up?” I asked the taller of the two riders. He couldn’t have been over fifteen, and the other one looked about ten.

“We can’t find our little sister,” he answered. “She’s been gone for hours and there’s a huge woods behind our house. My father thinks she’s gotten lost in there. She’s only three years old!”

Just his talk had drawn a crowd, and men were immediately organizing themselves, discussing who had a wagon to put together a search party.

“It’s going to turn cold today,” I told the two boys. “How about one of you going ahead and taking me to your place so I can start tracking her while the rest of the group gets ready?”

The young men exchanged glances, and the older one nodded. “Go ahead and take her, Heinrich. It couldn’t hurt.” The boy bent in the saddle to give me a hand up, but I shook my head. “I’ve got my own horse,” I told him. “I’ll meet you right outside town in just a couple of minutes.”

“Well,” I told myself, as I hurriedly saddled Argo, “at least I found something to do today.”

It was much later than I would have liked when I finally put Argo back in the stable. How a three year old with blonde curly hair and bright blue eyes could wander off so deeply into the woods was beyond me. I had finally found her curled up in a hollow log, trying to keep warm, but that was only after a good five hours searching. But she was going to be just fine, and was tucked all snug in her bed at home, with a very relieved family watching over her. It was worth any discomfort just to know that.

I finally made my way back to Gabrielle’s and my room, hoping to cuddle with a certain bard. I saw the piece of parchment on my pillow as soon as I walked in:

Dear Xena,

I assume you’ve lost track of time and are off making mischief. I waited for you for an hour, but got lonely, so I’m going to go spend a little more time with Orion and Stallonus. I’ll be back by sundown…I promise. I just hope you are back by then too.



I threw the parchment on the bedside table dejectedly. Somehow, cuddling with it just wouldn’t be the same.

The damp cold forest had seeped into my bones, and I found myself not able to shake the chill in the room The sun would be down soon, but I thought I’d have time to get a hot bath in before Gabrielle returned. I decided to leave my own note, on the other side of the parchment, just in case.

Dear Gabrielle,

I am naked, and waiting for you in the bathing room. You wouldn’t want me to have to take matters into my own hands, would you?


I chuckled to myself as I laid the parchment on HER pillow. Gathering up fresh underclothes, a towel, and our soap, I walked down the hallway to one of the two bathing rooms. Rather than lugging tubs and hot water back and forth, the inn provided two small rooms and kept the water hot all the time. At certain times of day, it would be hard to find a vacancy, but one of the rooms was empty now.

I slid the bolt in place, locking the door when I entered. No sense in inviting trouble when I was trying to relax. The water was steaming and served as a balm to me the minute I slid in to the tub.

I was laying back in the tub, half asleep, when I heard a tentative knock and a quiet “Xena?”

“Who is it?” I sang out, not being able to resist.

“It’s your woman,” I heard her reply, in a fair imitation of one of my growls. “Now how about letting me in so I can prove it to you?”

That was an offer I couldn’t refuse. The room was so small, that I only had to stick one foot out to reach over and unlock the door. Gabrielle was standing in the hallway, one hand on her hip while the other rested against the doorframe.

“Hello there,” she grinned, making sure she took her time looking up and down my nude body.

“Get in here, Woman,” I said, giving her a real growl. I took hold of the hand on her hip, and pulled her into the bathing room with me.

“Gods, I’ve missed you,” I told her, looking down into her sparkling eyes. She was leaning back against the closed door, and I pressed the length of my nude wet body against hers.

“Xena, you’re soaked,” she giggled in protest, but when my mouth came down on hers, she wrapped her fingers around my neck and pressed back just as hard. I broke the kiss long enough to slide the bolt back in place, and then was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

She straddled my knees immediately, and bent to kiss me some more. I was the first to wrench my mouth away again, but just so I could move it lower and nibble at the warm column of her neck. My fingers made a beeline for the even warmer area beneath the confines of her shirt. Gabrielle moaned, and pulled back a little, to give me more room to move.

I managed to open the front of her shirt, and had just touched my tongue to her nipple, when there was a loud insistent knock on the door. “How much longer?” a gruff male voice demanded.

“Fuck!” I slapped my hand to my forehead just as Gabrielle was giving a sigh of disbelief. “Let’s just try and ignore him,” I suggested, and I was licking over her sweet flesh again.

The second knock was even louder. “Hey, how much longer? There’s a fifteen minute time limit, you know!”

I blew out an exasperated breath, wondering why Gabrielle’s eyes were twinkling so. Leave it to her to find humor in my frustration.

“Xena…” she said, her voice taking on a warning tone. “Be nice.” She kissed the end of my nose.

The third knock was a little more restrained, but a lot longer too. “Fifteen minute time limit,” I heard a feminine voice call out.

“There’s two of us,” I whispered to Gabrielle, realizing there was no hope. “Shouldn’t we get a half an hour?”

She was already replacing her shirt. “Get dressed, Xena,” she told me. “We’ll move this someplace else.”

I shrugged, and did as she said. “You know, we could leave the door locked and climb out the window,” I leered at Gabrielle.

She giggled at me, and another knock echoed through the room. “It is tempting,” she admitted. I stood beside her, and took her hand. “You coulda dried off a little,” she admonished me.

“Didn’t have time,” I said, opening the door. “Fifteen minute time limit, you know.” I glared at the fat grouchy man who wasn’t nearly as pleasant looking as his grating unpleasant voice had led me to think.

The man, a good six inches shorter than me and a good twelve inches wider than me hurried into the bathing room and slammed the door. I dunno if he was afraid of just me, or the fact that two women were coming out of the room. I stared at the door, despite Gabrielle’s tugging on my hand to get me to walk with her. “It’ll take him longer than fifteen minutes to get into all his sweaty crevices,” I grumbled.

“Come on, Love,” Gabrielle giggled at me, pulling my hand a little harder.

I was still muttering about it as I dried my hair in our room, sitting in a straight back chair in front of the fireplace. “Try to stop thinking about it,” my bard urged, as she came to stand behind me, taking over the drying duties.

Just like that, her touch soothed me, and I leaned back into her incredible fingers. “Better?” she asked.

“Mm yeah…thanks.” I closed my eyes, and just let the pleasure filter through my body, as she moved to slide the straps of my leathers and shift down, so she could intimately rub over my shoulders.

I’m not sure at what point the towel disappeared, but eventually I became aware it was her bare fingers digging into my muscles. “You’re so tense, Xena,” she purred in my ear. “What did you end up doing today?”

I couldn’t think clearly enough to give a coherent answer to that. Instead, I turned in my chair, and grasped her hands, pulling her down onto my lap.

Gabrielle smiled warmly at me, and once again, entwined her fingers behind my neck. Her mouth pressed against mine, warm and welcoming. I went for the ties on her shirt again immediately.

“Xena…” she wriggled back a little, making me lose my hold on her shirt lacings.

“What?” I snapped, irritated.

“They’ll be coming for me soon,” she answered. “You wouldn’t want me to be…well…all out of breath when they get here, would you?”

“When who arrives?” I asked, but it suddenly occurred to me, even as I was asking

I had totally forgotten about the innkeeper asking Gabrielle to tell some stories tonight in the downstairs dining room.

“They said they’d be up to get me sometime after dark.,” she was saying, even as I nodded my head, frustrated beyond relief.

I could only take so much, and I was pretty well past my limit at this point. I certainly didn’t blame Gabrielle for her earlier sickness, but since she had been feeling much better the last couple of days, it had been nothing but one problem after another interfering with me spending some time uninterrupted with her.

“Let’s hide when they come up for you,” I suggested.

“You’re just full of good ideas tonight, aren’t you?” she smiled patiently at me, like I was a naughty child.

“I’m full of lust,” I admitted. “And all kinds of ideas to get you in bed.”

She kissed me again, letting her tongue linger over my lips for just a moment. “Believe me, I’ve been missing you just as much as you’ve been missing me, Especially…when we’re alone like right now. But I did make a commitment to the people here.”

“I know, I know.” I had barely gotten that out when there was a knock at the door.

“Sorry we’re late,” I heard the thickly accented voice of the inn keeper’s wife when Gabrielle had opened the door. “We had a problem in one of the bathing rooms when one of the occupants decided to take up residence.” Gabrielle gave me a look but I just flashed some teeth at her in response. “We’re ready for you whenever you are.”

“All right, thanks…I’ll be down in a minute.” Gabrielle shut the door. and turned to look at me with a regretful look. I’m sure it clashed nicely with my sulking expression.

She walked back to me, and placed a hand under my chin. I allowed her to lift my head. “Are you angry?” she asked me softly.

“No.” I let my scowl turn into a wry smile. “I’m just…anxious, that’s all, and it makes me grumpy. Nothing an extended licking of some delicious bard pussy won’t cure.”

She grinned through a blush at me. “I’ll only be gone for a couple of hours. Can you hang on that long? Then you can have all the …well… all you want.”

“I’ll try,” I answered with an overdramatic sigh.

“Goody.” She turned and made her way to the door. She looked back. “Are you coming downstairs to listen?” she asked me.

A plan was forming in my mind. “I’ll probably be around in a little while,” I told her, trying not to sound too distracted.

“Okay, see ya.” She shut the door behind her.

For a long time, I debated the pros and cons of going downstairs, situating myself in a corner of the dining room, and tormenting my bard by touching myself as she talked. I knew it would shake her up, and would be a challenge for her to keep talking, but the way I was feeling, I was afraid that I’d get too overzealous and bring attention to myself. No, there had to be another way.

The more I thought through the constant interruptions and unforeseen friends finding us, the more I realized it was going to be up to me to get rid of the chance for anyone to find us. Of course, we could just pack up our things and leave Phillipi, but that would be the easy way out. I never liked to take the easy way out. Especially since I was trying to work my way in…inside Gabrielle, that is.

What I was scheming required a bit of sneaking around, but stealth had never been a problem with me. The innkeeper’s wife was extremely cooperative, and assured me she’d handle her part without fail. I thanked her, and noticed Gabrielle was eyeing us curiously as she continued her tale about finding the baby Gabriel in the river. I smiled devilishly at her, and left the inn.

I never know how Gabriele would react to some of my half-cocked ideas, and as I lay in wait for her, I wondered how she’d respond. She had seemed nearly as put out as I was early though, so I knew her reaction would be positive…I just wasn’t sure to what extent.

I heard the big door of the stables swing open, and then it was being shut against the cold wind. It was nearly three hours later, and the town was pretty quiet at this time of night.

“Xena?” I heard Gabrielle call out to me, but I remained quietly concealed in the loft. I saw her approach Argo’s stall.

“Hello, Girl,” she said, stroking my horse’s muzzle. “Xena said to meet with her here…she had a secret place she wanted to take me, but you aren’t even saddled. Have you seen her?” Argo whinnied a response, and Gabrielle glanced around her one more time. Leaning out of the loft above her, I quickly lowered the rope I had prepared, catching her around the waist. She gave out a shriek of surprise, and then her head was tilting up to see her captor.

“Hang on,” I grinned down at her. It only took a few seconds to hoist her up to the loft.

“What are you doing, Xena?” she laughed at me, when I pulled the rope from her body.

I chuckled mysteriously at her. “Cover your eyes, my busy little bard,” I told her gently.

If she had noticed I had been purposely blocking her view of the loft, she didn’t make a big deal about it. Now, she was narrowing her eyes at me suspiciously, before doing as I asked.

“Keep ‘em covered,” I called to her as I flipped down from the loft, and slipped the crossbar in place on the door. I flipped back up to the loft. “Are you ready?” I asked her.

“Yes, Xena.”

“All right, you can uncover your eyes now.”

She did so slowly, and her eyes drank in her surroundings. Any confusion that existed a moment before, was now gone.

I had borrowed two thick comforters from the inn we were staying in, and had them laid out on a thick bed of hay. The wood burner downstairs would keep us plenty warm. On one side of the makeshift mattress, I had laid out a variety of cheeses and fruits, also acquired from the hotel. A bucket of ice held a wineskin and a waterskin, since I wasn’t sure which she’d prefer to drink. All around the loft, I had lit candles which provided plenty of light, as well as the wonderful flickering glow that made my sexy girl look even sexier.

“This is great!” Gabrielle grinned at me. “But what about the stable boy? Doesn’t he sleep in here?”

“Usually,” I had to admit. “But I swapped with him.”

Gabrielle giggled again. “He’s staying in our room?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” I grinned back, “and I told him to feel free and take a nice long bath as long as it wasn’t longer than fifteen minutes.”

She shook her head at me, as though she didn’t quite know what to make of me. “I can’t believe you did all this,” she told me. “You’re so silly tonight.”

“Silly?” I struck a commanding pose. “Silly? The Warrior Princess is never silly.”

She took a step toward me. “Don’t worry,” she husked in my ear. “I get turned on when you’re silly. I find it very…arousing.”

I’m sure my own eyes were sparkling when I reached out and grasped her shoulders. “C’mere,” I growled, and she was pressing her body to mine.

I had removed my weapons and armor while waiting for her to arrive, so I could hold her tightly when I kissed her. She moaned up into my mouth, and I felt her devious fingers on my lower back and ass, pressing my heated mound into her hard abdominals. It told me all I needed to know. She was just as into the moment as I was.

“What say we skip the formalities?” I asked her, pulling my mouth from hers. I had her shirt off within twenty seconds, and was reaching for her skirt. She worked on my leathers simultaneously, and it didn’t take long before we were both naked, still on our feet.

Our mouths attached again, and this time, I concentrated on feeling her individual abs against my mons veneris. “You really have been frustrated, haven’t you, Xena?” she murmured against me. I groaned my affirmative response.

Her eyes were bright with pleasure when she slipped her lips from mine, making me groan again at the loss of contact. I felt her tender lips pressing at my neck though, and the groan quickly transformed itself into a moan of gratitude.

“Mmmm…” she hummed on the flesh of my neck, vibrating it slightly even as she set up a gentle suction there. I know she was doing it to leave a dark bruise on me, but that was fine with me. I always bore the evidence of her passion proudly.

Meanwhile, I was having trouble decide whether I wanted to focus on the feeling of her mouth nuzzling against my throat, or her fingers which had been stroking my shoulders and were now meandering southward.

“Yes,” I hissed, when I felt her brush lightly against my nipples. They had both tightened and stiffened so much, I felt like they could rival my sword point. She flipped her hands over, and once again, barely touched me with her fingers. The incredibly light pressure had the same impact on me as if she had been pinching them hard. I began to sway, doing my best not to force her to touch me with a more firm grasp.

I’m sure she sensed my dilemma, and her mouth released my neck soon after. “Are you ready for me to pleasure you, My Warrior Princess?” she asked, her intense gaze searing into mine. I could see she had a definite plan of operations in mind. Who was I to try and stop her?

I cocked a grin, tying to maintain a bit of composure. “Bring it on, my wicked little bard,” I told her.

Her pink tongue slid out to lick lasciviously over her lips, and then she opened her mouth wide, slowly leaning in to close the distance to my left nipple. Her warm moist breath encountered me first, and I found just the stimulation from that caused me to form my own wetness, albeit down lower.

“Gabrielle,” I rasped. “I won’t be able to take much teasing…”

Something in my voice must have told her how ready I was. Her mouth closed in on me almost immediately.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, loving the feeling of her oral caresses on my tingling flesh. She was holding my breast with both hands. One hand pressed hard while the other danced over the mound of flesh; the whole time her teeth and tongue and lips playing a symphony on my nipple. It felt absolutely exquisite, but at the same time it made my other nipple scream out for the same treatment. I placed my left hand on the back of her head, urging her to continue. Meanwhile, my right hand grabbed hold of the neglected nipple, and I began twisting vigorously almost immediately.

My head slowly lolled back on my shoulders as the pleasure level rapidly accelerated. Gabrielle had drawn my whole areola into her mouth, and was nibbling at the tip of my nipple with her sharp little teeth. I could feel my clit pulsate in rhythm with the sensuous pulling of her moth on me. I was digging my nails into my other nipple, clenching my thighs tightly in the same steady rhythm. Gods…

I pushed at her head, urging her to switch breasts, and she was soon giving the same loving attention to my other nipple. I grabbed the one she left shining with her saliva, preparing to give it the same rough treatment as before, when I felt the first wave of a climax begin in my toes. It raced up my body, and without her even having to touch my pussy, I was coming.

Gabrielle recognized the grunting sounds I was making, and I could feel her head lifting slightly to watch my face.

The orgasm wasn’t soul-shattering, but it definitely did help me immediately by letting me calm down a bit. I drew in a deep breath, thrilling at the sensation of sticky sluices of cum streaming down my thighs.

Gabrielle never relinquished her hold on my breast, and now she was squeezing the flesh firmly. “Gods, but you’re exciting to watch,” she whispered.

That made my clit swell even more. “I’m even more exciting to play with,” I purred into her ear before licking at the inside of it.

She took my hand, and pulled me down onto the comforters with her. Laying down on her back, she pulled me on all fours on top of her. “One of my favorite toys,” I heard her cluck, as I lowered a breast toward her mouth.

It wasn’t long before I heard her tell me to “move up”, and I quickly did as she asked. She stroked over my stomach for a moment, making it a point to exhale on my clit. “Gods, Xena,” I heard her breathe, “I love it when you’re dripping wet like this.” To make her point, I felt her finger start halfway up my inner thigh, and lightly trace upward, till it reached the apex of my legs. I looked down to see the finger disappear in her mouth.

“It tastes even better without the translation,” I told her, hoping she’d take the message and stop driving me wild with the teasing.

“Don’t I know it,” I heard her reply. I watched her slowly lick up my right thigh, then, with her mouth wide opened, she froze directly underneath me. A splash of my juices dropped into her mouth, and then she was groaning in unison with me, before pulling me down so her tongue was finally touching me.

I began panting for breath almost immediately as she worked her tongue up and down my slit, making sure to tease my clit at one end, and my tunnel at the other end. Shudders broke out on my body as I felt my blood pound in an effort to fill the part of my body she was focused on. “Oh, Gabrielle,” I moaned, as I hunkered down harder into her mouth.

She slowed her movements almost immediately, and her tongue began to stop just short of my shivering hardon. Apparently, I was going to come again too quickly for her tastes, and as my imminent climax began to abate, she gradually increased her ministrations again.

A second time my pleasure soared, and I began to ride her face harder, being mindful not to crush her with my thighs. My eyes rolled shut as I felt my body climb to the peak.

But she slowed down again, this time leaving me gasping for air, and almost in physical discomfort. She was the master of my body, of that, there was not doubt, but I had to have some say in the matter.

This time my rapture grew even more quickly, and as I felt the waves again, I went for the soft approach. “Please, Baby…please let me come. I really need to come”

She relented, and sucked in my clit, sucking at the shaft like she was a baby nursing her mother. My whole world was suddenly between my thighs and then I burst apart, which made me grind my pussy into the source of the explosion. I heard Gabrielle make happy noises as she drank down all I offered her, easily coaxing me to make more so I could slake her thirst.

For a minute, I buried my face in my forearms, willing my heart to stop beating so furiously. My hips still spasmed occasionally, and her mouth had not yet ceased. I know she would be content to do the same thing all over again, but I honestly didn’t know if I had it in me. Not when I knew she had her own fountain between her thighs, and I was feeling so parched…

It was hours later when I lifted my head from her shoulder, to look down at her sleeping face. The sweat had long since dried on her face, and her cheeks had returned to their natural color, but when I reached down and stroked lightly over her lower lip, she smiled seductively. I hadn’t meant to wake her, but I didn’t regret it when she opened her eyes and spoke, “Still feeling frustrated, Xena?”

I returned her smile. “No, not frustrated,” I answered. “Now, I’m just feeling spoiled.”

Her delighted laugh caressed my ears. “I like spoiling you,” she told me. “It has such wonderful fringe benefits.” Her hand reached for the phallus, still in the harness that I had taken off of her before cuddling down, pulling her into my arms . She had used it the wooden cock to bring me to climax so many times earlier that evening, and I thought perhaps it was time for me to bring her some of the same pleasure. I started to take it from her, but she held it out of my grasp. “Allow me,” she husked.

I laid still, fully expecting her to strap me in, but she was pulling it on her own body, once again. “Gabrielle?” I started, but before I could say anything more she was on her knees between my parted thighs. I felt her fingers probe their way through my labia, and she gave my clit an attention-getting tweak.

“Shut up and let your woman make love to you,” she told me, with a saucy toss of her head.

I took a deep breath before I could answer. “Whatever you want,” I managed, and then she was plunging inside of me, testing the limits of my pleasure capacity. It would be a while before I was up to conducting my own experiments, but it would be worth the wait for both of us.

Very worth the wait.

COMING NEXT WEEK: Gabrielle leaves the prearranged signal telling Xena she wants to play rough tonight, then halfway through changes her mind.

Gabrielle's Scroll
The Xena and Gabrielle XXX Scrolls Page 3