We caught up with my daughter, who was thankfully calling herself Eve now, instead of Livia, just outside the next town, and after she showed some surprise that Gabrielle and I had followed her, she seemed happy to see us. Eve and I sat for a couple of hours, mainly using the time to get to know each other.
Gabrielle joined us off and on, but I noticed she was being careful to let me do most of the talking. Even when Eve was a baby, despite the fact that we called ourselves a family, Gabrielle never tried to be the boss over the situation. She would offer her judgment, but never tried to tell me what to do. I had the feeling that now, she was trying very hard to give Eve and me the same kind of space.
It was an emotional time. Whereas my conversion to good was more gradual, Eve’s was practically over-night, and it hit her hard. She had been a vicious killer, devoted to Rome, and had been the champion of the Roman people. She thought nothing of killing anyone who opposed her, and was quite skilled at it. She became adored by the Roman citizens, and feared and hated by all others.
It was a wonder she had turned out having any loyalty to me at all, but she seemed curious about my lifestyle and the events that had let Gabrielle and I here. Still, I know there will come a time when she wants to know who her father is, and it is a discussion I wasn’t looking forward to. I didn’t even begin to know how to explain she didn’t have a father, at least in the traditional sense. She was the reincarnated spirit of Callisto, of all people. My greatest enemy had become part of my greatest gift.
It would be a lot easier to call Gabrielle her other parent. Callisto was gone now; I’d assume living her life out in Paradise and Gabrielle would be the one Eve would get to know. I certainly wanted Eve to think of Gabrielle as a parent, and know that Gabrielle loved her like her a child, at least when Eve was a baby.
I made a trip to the bushes, and returned to find Eve and Gabrielle bent over something on the ground, talking animatedly. I smiled at the pair they made as I appeared.
Then, as I began thinking, I cursed my fate again, for the mistake that had left Gabrielle and me sleeping in an ice cave for twenty-five years. The plan had been a good one…Gabrielle, Baby Eve, and I would fake our own deaths, and Athena, Hades, and the other gods would witness it. They would have no reason to suspect it was a trick, and they would leave us alone, at least for a while.
There was one factor we hadn’t counted on though…Ares witnessed our “demise” and just as I knew he would, he kept me from killing myself with my sword. He would never allow me to end my life in that way, and sure enough, he stopped me, just before I was going to run myself through. He couldn’t stop me from drinking what I had called poison though, and he really believed it had killed me. In truth, the liquid consisted of Hades’ sister, Celesta’s, the ruler of Death’s tears, and they just simulated the symptoms of death for a while.
The tears had been convincing enough to fool Ares, and he thought Gabrielle and I were really dead. I guess he assumed Eve had burned up in the fire the wagon had burned in. Later, when I was thinking clearly, I was grateful that he had buried Gabrielle along side of me. He had grown to like Gabrielle over time, and even if he didn’t like the thought, he knew Gabrielle and I were destined to be together. He had put us in ice coffins, side by side on Mt. Aetna.
Twenty-five years we slept side-by-side, all our bodily functions frozen. When I had awakened and saw Gabrielle was safe beside me, there was only one other thing on my mind.
Where was Eve?
The Fates weren’t done with their cruelty however. When Gabrielle and I had done the wagon stunt, we had left Eve in the care of Octavius, the only Roman I ever trusted. He was a good friend of ours.
We had eventually tracked Eve back to Rome. Seems she wasn’t just under Octavius’s care, but he had fallen in love with her, and was planning on marrying her.
But Eve, who was now called Livia, was deceiving him. She was walking down the dark path of Ares, and didn’t love Octavius in return.
It was a long dangerous mission we had to travel to get Eve back. Gabrielle had willingly traveled it with me, and I was so grateful for that.
There was a great cost however. We had met up with Joxer and his son Virgil in an inn Joxer and Meg ran which was a couple days’ ride from Rome. Virgil was a handsome young man, agile, strong, and smart. Since we were twenty-five years behind the time, Virgil wanted us to take him with us as a guide. Of course, Joxer’s sense of adventure hadn’t waned with time, and he wanted to go. It was disconcerting seeing Joxer as a feeble old man, but it didn’t take long to realize his spirit was the same as the Joxer we once knew, and it WAS nice traveling with him.
I knew as we traveled more, we’d learn about a lot of people who were no longer alive. When Joxer had mentioned Argo in the past, my heart had sunk. Of course, she couldn’t have lived this long, but I hated the thought of losing her.
Joxer and Virgil had a surprise for me though. Apparently, Argo had met a fella before she had passed on. She had given birth to a beautiful mare who looked identical to her. Joxer said she had never been ridden. I eyed my old saddle, put in on the horse’s back, and within seconds, felt like I was on Argo’s back once again. I grinned at Gabrielle. She was mirroring my expression.
Happiness is a rare commodity though, and after tracking Eve to Rome, I soon learned that she wasn’t too receptive to the fact that I was her mother. Her reactions ranged from anger to violence to denial to vengeance to just about every other negative emotion. She went on a killing streak out of spite, and the situation became out of control when Gabrielle went to try to talk Eve into accepting the truth. Eve captured Gabrielle with every intention of killing her, and in the meantime, Virgil and Joxer had trailed Gabrielle to Eve’s camp. I can’t even being to explain the horrible feeling that went through me when Eve killed Joxer.
I was a soul who was forced to ask for forgiveness for a lot of past deeds. Therefore, I had leaned how to forgive people for pretty horrible acts. Gabrielle too, had learned through me to forgive. We agreed though, that forgiving Eve for the death of Joxer wasn’t going to be easy.
Virgil had an especially tough time dealing with it, as can be imagined and his presence was a constant reminder of what Eve had done. He seemed like a good young man with the same kind, generous spirit his father had. Virgil seemed a little more together than his dad had been, was a capable fighter, and according to Gabrielle, was a wonderful writer as well.
I certainly didn’t blame him for parting company from us the way he did. Despite the friendship he and Gabrielle had formed over the last few days, he wasn’t about to travel in the company of Eve.
“What are you two talking about?” I asked, after I had broken out of my reverie, and approached Gabrielle and Eve.
They both looked up guiltily. “We’re just talking about our childhoods,” Gabrielle replied. I saw Eve give her a look of distress.
“Sure,” I said suspiciously. I knew she wasn’t giving the whole story, or was at least stretching the truth a bit, but was so happy to see them getting along, I decided to let it slide.
“It’s going to be dark soon,” I said. “I’m going to set up camp before it gets too dark to see.”
“But one of Eli’s temples is right there,” Eve said, pointing to the stone building not far from us. “I’m sure the people won’t mind if we stay there tonight.”
Gabrielle gave me a patient smile and a shrug. I could tell she was offering to explain to Eve, but I figured that was my job.
“Uh…I’m going to sleep outside, Eve,” I told her. “I’m not overly comfortable in a temple, and definitely don’t want to spend the night there.”
My daughter looked a little confused, but she glanced and Gabrielle and then nodded. “All right,” she said. “Gabrielle, do you want to stay with me?”
I hid a smile. “Uh…no…it’s such a beautiful night…I think I’ll camp out with Xena.” She gave me a smug smile, pleased with herself.
Eve was nodding. “You know what? You’re right. I’ll sleep outside too.”
“Great,” Gabrielle said, only half-enthused.
“Great,” I echoed. For a brief minute, we thought we might be able to spend the night alone.
The smile my lover gave me then told me she wasn’t upset. “Let’s go find a place to build a fire,” I said, gratefully.
We did accept the fish and bread the priests brought out and offered us, and Gabrielle fried up the meat for us. I wasn’t soon after that, the collective exhaustion began to sink in.
Gabrielle laid her bedroll down beside mine on one side of the campfire, and Eve laid hers down on the opposite side.
“Goodnight…Xena…” she said, offering a slight smile. I could tell the word “mother” was just hovering near the surface, but she didn’t say it yet.
“Goodnight, Eve,” I answered.
“Goodnight, Gabrielle.”
“Goodnight, Eve.”
There was an awkward silence, and I lifted my head to look into Gabrielle’s eyes. The flames of the fire would obscure me from Eve’s sight.
Her eyes were open, and she was smiling at me. Her look told me what I needed to know.
I leaned in my head closer to her. “I love you,” I whispered. “Thank you for understanding.”
“I love you too,” she answered just as softly. ”And I love Eve. It’s no problem.”
I felt my heart swell with emotion as I pressed forward to give her a kiss. She lingered against my mouth for a few seconds, and then pulled her head back, licking her lips. “Good night.”
“Good night.” We fell asleep, contented in just being close together.
The most difficult time in my life was the first few weeks after I had decided to change my life to doing good. Being bad was so much easier, especially the kind of bad I had been. I was impulsive and selfish and took whatever I want, regardless of who it had belonged to.
When I had changed to good, everyday when I woke up, I had to remind myself who I was. And it seemed like every single day, I had to face someone who I had greatly hurt. Apologies weren’t easy for me, and even harder when they weren’t accepted. I don’t blame the people for not trusting me…they couldn’t see the sincerity in my heard, but it was very frustrating and disheartening at the same time.
Eve was going to have exactly the same troubles. In her career as Livia, the “Champion” of Rome, she had met up with a lot of people she had trampled on and left hurt. If she hadn’t hurt them directly, she had hurt some member of their family or someone they were close too. They were much more likely to refer to my daughter as the “Bitch of Rome”, rather than their champion.
I awoke early the next morning, and considered waking Gabrielle too, in hopes she’d go to a secluded spot with me. But she looked so comfortable in slumber, than I took a run to limber up my muscles, and when I returned, both of my girls were awake.
“Well, Eve,” I said over breakfast. “This is the first day of the new you. Any idea how you want to spend it?”
She looked a little intimidated, which was understandable. “I don’t know,” she answered. “What did you do?”
I nearly choked on my tea, and Gabrielle elbowed me, not helping matters any. I had spent a good deal of my first few days as a new person fucking Hercules. At the time, it was the only way I knew to thank him for his help. I had been used to using my body in that regard, and since no one had ever complained, it was the only thing I knew.
“Are you okay?” Eve asked me.
“Yeah,” I sputtered. “Just went down the wrong pipe. I had a problem to face the first day. One of my lieutenants, Darphus, had been brought to life by Ares, and was about to stir up some real trouble in the world. Hercules and I had to stop him.”
“Hercules?” While Eve was musing over that, Gabrielle spoke up.
“What do you want to do?” she asked Eve quietly.
It was such a blunt question, and Eve and I both turned to look at her.
“Huh?” Eve asked.
“What do you want to do?”
Eve looked at Gabrielle for a long minute. “I don’t know,” she said finally. “All I know is, I have to do things differently than I’ve been doing them.”
I nodded. “You’re on the right track,” I told her. “One of the hardest things to do is not fall into your old footprints. The decision to give up your evil ways doesn’t necessarily mean you’re going to rush out and start doing good right away. That’s very hard to do.”
“So how do I know what to do?” my daughter asked then, looking straight at me.
I understood exactly what she was asking, but answering it was another matter entirely. Setting down the piece of leather I had been working with, I turned to give Eve my complete attention.
“That’s really difficult to answer,” I said slowly. “It’s not always easy to know what’s the good thing to do. What I did in the beginning was concentrated on learning to recognize what evil is. The best place to look for it is your own impulses. When you come across a situation, think about what your first impulse is. Chances are, that’s going to be evil. At least, at first.”
“At first?” she echoed.
“Yeah,” I gave her a gentle smile. “It’s very hard to resist those impulses in the beginning,” I continued. “At first. You have to make a conscious effort in everything you do. It’s hard work…but also makes you more aware every time you do something right.”
Eve was looking doubtfully at me. “I know it’s hard to believe,” I said with a chuckle. “But eventually, you’ll do something right on your first impulse. And you won’t even realize it as first, because you are always second-guessing yourself. Once you realize what’s happened, you’re well on your way.”
“To doing good?” she asked, hopefully.
“To not doing evil,” I corrected her.
This didn’t seem to please Eve much. “It’s that hard not to do evil?” she asked.
“At first,” I replied.
I noticed Gabrielle was giving me an odd look. While Eve went to fill the waterskins, and no doubt, to think over what I had said, I asked my bard if something was bothering her.
“No, not bothering me really,” she replied with an odd smile. “It’s just that I had no idea you went through all that when you changed.”
“Oh yeah…all that and a lot more,” I replied. “At least as Livia, Eve was fighting for her people. I was fighting for me, pure and simple. NO one else. That probably made it harder for me to turn my life around.”
“Xena…” Gabrielle said slowly. She reached out and took both of my hands. “I know Eve has grown up without her mother’s guidance, and I know that she has Callisto’s spirit in her. I know those things alone are enough to really make it difficult for her to have a normal life.”
I bent my knees a bit so I could look her in the eye. “Gabrielle, I’m sure there’s a point to all this.”
“Yes,” she sighed reluctantly. Finally, she continued, “Xena, she killed Joxer, a harmless, innocent, good man.”
I nodded before she even finished the statement. An hour hadn’t gone by that I hadn’t thought about Joxer’s death. How many time had Joxer jumped into a situation, only to get knocked on his butt while Gabrielle and I had saved him? I’m sure this was just another one of those times to him, only Livia/Eve didn’t play by the rules. The pain-filled face of Virgil showed that Joxer’s value was far greater than I ever would have guessed it had become. It was obvious that to Virgil, Joxer was a hero.
“I know,” I replied. “It’s unforgivable.”
She gave me a half shrug. “I’m going to try to forgive her,” she said. “Somehow, I’m going to try to figure out a way.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised by that, but I was. Joxer was probably the very best friend Gabrielle and I had, and we had certainly spent more time with him than anyone else. His life was ended needlessly, and for Gabrielle to be that understanding was amazing, even for her generously soul.
“But…” she was still saying. “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. If I can tell she’s really making an effort and if she apologizes, it will help a lot.”
“Yeah.” I could hear Eve approaching. I had the feeling the next couple of weeks were going to be very emotional for all of us.
Emotional wasn’t a severe enough word for it. It quickly became apparent to me that Eve hadn’t spent much time alone in her life. She wanted to follow me around wherever I went, and the few times I did manage to get off on my own, she remained behind to stay close by Gabrielle’s side.
The night times seemed to be even worse. Although she didn’t have to sleep RIGHT beside me, Eve did want to sleep in the same room as me if we stayed at an inn, and very near me when we camped out.
The first couple of nights, Gabrielle was very understanding. She even offered to let Eve and I take the sole bed the first night we stayed in an inn. Eve refused, saying she’d be more comfortable on the floor, and seeming to know that Gabrielle and I were used to sharing.
Despite the fact that I was still lying next to Gabrielle, we had to be careful in our touching at night. I honestly don’t know how Eve would react if she learned that Gabrielle and I were in love. I liked to think it wouldn’t matter, but I wasn’t always so sure.
Gabrielle and I talked about it, and decided even if she didn’t have a problem with it, we couldn’t just touch each other intimately when she was around. We just wouldn’t be comfortable doing that, knowing she could see or hear us.
The first few days were okay, Eve was really making an effort to be gentle, and Gabrielle took note of that. She wasn’t totally relaxed around Eve, as could be expected, but she WAS making an effort to get along.
Each day, however, got a little more frustrating. Since our time in the ice cave, we had been on the run. That was a month ago yesterday, and it was the longest I could ever remember Gabrielle and I going without making love. We had gone almost as long before, after Eve’s birth, and during the Chin trip, but I’m pretty sure this was a new record for us.
The scary thing was, it didn’t look like there was any relief in sight. Eve was miserable and confused, and at the same time, seemed to be trusting me as her mother to help her heal. She was a remarkable young woman; intelligent and skilled, and I truly did enjoy spending time with her. The ice cave had halted Gabrielle’s and my aging process, leaving me only a few years older that Eve and Gabrielle was nearly the same age as my daughter, which made it really odd at times. However, Eve had lived almost her entire life in and immediately around Rome, and Gabrielle and my travels and experiences left us more knowledgeable of the world around us.
Still, as much as I enjoyed getting to know my now adult daughter, I was beginning to feel more and more tension growing between Gabrielle and I. She was as sweet as always to me, but she would give me these little looks that told me there was something nagging at her.
I knew what it was, and was feeling it too, but at the same time, I had my daughter tugging at my heartstrings. A few times, Gabrielle and I had managed to sneak off, but we weren’t alone long enough to do more than share a few kisses. We had become bolder at night, in regards to each other, and were now sleeping with our arms around each other. It wasn’t unusual either, to share a few kisses and a stolen touch here and there, but nothing more.
“How much longer?” she was asking me, as we sat on the river bank, waiting for Eve to finish her bath. It seemed that Eve could never get clean enough, I had noticed, and her baths would often last twice as long as my and Gabrielle’s did.
I looked her right in the eye. “It can’t be much longer,” I told her. “Because I’m about to burst.”
“You and me both,” she sighed. She turned to watch Eve again, and I continued to study my love’s profile. A few nights ago, Eve had asked Gabrielle to trim her hair, and had offered to do the same for her as a result. I had sat nearby, and had found the whole ritual sensual to watch. Eve had evened up Gabrielle’s hair, commenting on how bright gold it was. I had been so jealous of her hand right then. Weaving my fingers through her hair as she pleasured me in one of any numbers of my way was one of the many things I was missing.
“Hey…” Gabrielle was waving a hand in front of my face, and the half-grin she gave me when I blinked warmed my heart, along with select other parts of me. “You left me there for a minute…where did you go?”
Eve was still well out of earshot. “I was in a bed…naked…with you…my fingers deep inside your pussy and my mouth sucking firmly at your clit.”
“Gods, Xena…” she shivered violently, a nod I saw goosebumps break out over her. “You have no idea how wonderful that sounds.”
I leaned in closer. “Oh yes, I do,” I replied. “You’re not the only one who’s going without, you know. I find myself spending a lot of time just daydreaming about all the ways I want to make love to you.”
Eve was standing now, which meant she was almost done. “What are you going to do about it?” she asked me.
I gave her a look full of promise and hope. “Tonight, I’m going to tell Eve we’re getting two rooms,” I replied. “She’ll either understand, and not make a big deal out of it, or she’ll be shocked, horrified and disgusted, and it will all be over with.”
Eve was approaching now, so Gabrielle didn’t have much time to talk. “It sounds great,” she told me, under her voice, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.
It was only a half hour to the nearest inn, and we arrived just before sundown. Gabrielle had the money pouch, so she said she’d get the room while Eve and I stabled the horse. “Go ahead and get two of them,” I whispered in Gabrielle’s ear. “And I’ll tell Eve in the stable.”
Telling Eve turned out not to be a big deal. I hemhawed a few minute, then finally came right out with it. “Eve, Gabrielle and I love you, but we’d like to spend tonight alone…in our own room.”
She had just pulled the saddle off Gabrielle’s horse, and sat it down on the fence before turning to look at me.
“Okay.”
I know I stared at her for a second. “Okay?” I echoed. She nodded. “Okay,” I affirmed. “Well...thanks.”
“Not a problem. I’ve been waiting on you to tell me this sooner. I thought…well…I thought maybe you had arranged some time together or something.”
I took my saddlebag from Argo, and waited for Eve to join me at the door. “Thanks” I said again. “I wouldn’t have felt right sneaking away when I felt you needed me.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “I appreciate that,” she replied. “But you and Gabrielle have been together a long time. I’m sure you miss that one-on-one time with her.”
“Yeah…yeah…I do.” I replied, slipping an arm around my daughter’s shoulder.
Her words and expression puzzled me as we made our way to the inn though. At first, I thought Eve was aware of exactly why Gabrielle and I wanted to spend a night together. But now, I wasn’t quite so sure. She was acting more like Gabrielle and I just wanted to be together to talk about old times. Still, not willing to reveal too much about Gabrielle and my relationship, I just let it go at that for a while.
Gabrielle was waiting for us when we entered the inn. “The dinner hour is almost over, if you guys want a hot meal, we need to go ahead and eat now.”
I looked at Eve, and she was nodding that she was hungry. “Sounds fine,” I told Gabrielle with a smile.
We were about halfway through our meal, when I felt a definite nudge on my knee. I glanced over at Gabrielle, who was in the middle of a serious conversation with Eve about Athenian battle tactics, and I felt her hand move from my knee, to give my lower thigh a squeeze. Gods, but she was good!
She finished her statement to Eve and then glanced at me. Her sparkling green eyes were asking me a definite question.
I glanced at Eve, and saw her eyes were momentarily on her plate, so I just gave a little nod and a very slight smile to Gabrielle. Her own smile intensified, and she didn’t remove her hand from my thigh as she looked back at Eve who was asking her another question.
We sat there and talked for a little while longer, and I don’t know if Eve noticed Gabrielle and my answers were becoming increasingly shorter, but it wasn’t too terribly long before the conversation had lapsed to nothing. Eve stifled a yawn, and asked if we minded if she went on up to her room.
“Not at all,” I replied, not trying to sound too over-eager. “I’m about ready to turn into too…aren’t you, Gabrielle?”
She nodded her golden head quickly, her smile never wavering, and I felt my clit jump for joy. She was making no bones about being very eager to make love with me, and tonight was the night.
“Goodnight, Xena…goodnight, Gabrielle.” Again, I heard her almost call me mother before Eve disappeared into her room, but she continued to hold back.
“Goodnight,” we both answered, and watched as my daughter entered her room and shut the door behind her.
I let out a sigh of relief, and so did Gabrielle, as we realized we were finally alone…and were going to spend the night doing what we had been denied for a month now. Gabrielle gave me a slow smile, and reached her hand up, talking mine firmly. “Let’s go to our room, Xena,” she said.
I returned the smile with an excited one of my own, and didn’t try to mask my surprise when she led me down the hall past another door before stopping. She pulled a key seductively out of her cleavage, and within seconds, was opening the door.
“Come on in,” she whispered, tugging my hand into the room behind her. I went willingly, and the moment she had shut and locked the door behind us, was pressing myself into her against the door.
“Mmm…” I echoed her moan as our mouths came together instantly, open and hot and searching. Our tongues stroked against each other, as they worked their respective ways into the depths of the other’s mouth, and as one, we closed our lips and sucked. It sent shivers shooting up and down my spine…this long missed connection.
She felt it too, and I had to pull back my shoulders slightly, as I felt her fingers flying over the fastenings of my breast armor and then leathers, pulling the clothes from me in an urgent manner. She hissed under her breath when the lacings of my leathers tangled, and I released her mouth, straightening my body. I gently took her hands, and placed them on the lacings of her own shirt, and took over the knot she had made in my leathers in her haste.
I stepped back from her, as my leathers fell loose, then removed them completely from my body. Still clad in my shift, I glanced down at myself and could see my dark aureoles and nipples were prominently pressed against the thing material. I pinched them absent-mindedly, as my eyes went to hers again.
She had released the laces of her own shirt, and quickly stripped out of it, thrusting her chest toward me as she did so. I licked my tongue over my lips, eager to taste the puckered flush she was so eager to present to me. I managed to hold still long enough for her to shimmy out of her boots and skirt, and then I was pressing my way forward and against her once more.
I bent my knees a bit, and reached down for one of her thighs, encouraging her to wrap it around my waist. She did so, and using my body and the door for balance, tilted her head back, offering me the slender column of her neck. I nuzzled her, running my tongue over the silky flesh and sucking at it occasionally, loving the way it seemed to melt beneath my mouth.
When the leg remaining on the floor began to grow rubbery, I tightened my hold on Gabrielle’s ass, and urged her to wrap the other leg around my waist as well. She did so, and I carried her like that to the edge of the bed, gently lowering her and following her down to continue my exploration of her throat area.
“Ah, Xena…” I heard her mumble into my hair. She didn’t release me even on the bed, and I could feel her wetness coating my lower abdomen as she rotated her mound against me. I was producing an equal amount of juices myself.
I still had my mouth attached to her collarbone, but feeling her nipples pressing against my breasts enticed me to slide my mouth lower, and soon, I was grasping each of her mounds in a firm handhold. I paused a second to smile up into Gabrielle’s beautiful green eyes, and then pressed the mounds of flesh together, creating a valley to run my tongue up and down. She was perspiring already, and the tangy salt on her skin made my tongue tingle.
When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I began moving my head from side to side, catching both nipples with the edge of my tongue as I shook my head like a dog.
She arched her back toward me even more, obviously wanting more than the featherlike touches my tongue was giving her. I stopped my head movements, and sucked in the left nipple.
Gabrielle sighed in pleasure, and after a few seconds, her thighs loosened from around me. She pushed my body up slightly, but it was only so she could grip my nipples between her fingers so she could tweak them in time with what I was doing to her own buds.
I released her nipple, only to move my head and engulf the other one with my mouth, making sure I gave it the same treatment. She raised a thigh and it nestled itself between mine, and I began to ride up and down against it, soothing the itch my pussy had been harboring for a long time now. I tickled my fingers over her stomach, and tangled them in her pubic hair.
After a couple of minutes of gently pulling her golden curls, watching her react, I slid a finger into her cleft. My digit sliced through her like a knife through melted butter, sliding into the knuckle.
I rubbed my finger up and down the valley between her vaginal lips a few times, then brought it up to paint it on the nipple I was devouring. The taste of her made me salivate and ride her thigh harder, all at the same time.
I grabbed a hold of a breast in each hand again, and peered up at her over the swollen, pinkened flesh. “Are you ready for my mouth on you, Gabrielle? I’m starving for your pussy.”
“Yesss…” she hissed out her response, her legs parting further despite the weight I was placing on them.
.I hated losing the pressure of her firm thigh against my clit, but I was determined to make Gabrielle climax first. She had been so patient and loving the last few weeks, and somehow, I thought she deserved this reward. I climbed off her leg, shivering at the wet sucking sound my pussy made, and began the beloved trek to the area between her thighs.
“That’s perfect, Xena…” she moaned a while later, as I worked a third finger inside her body, and continued to suck at her swollen clit. She had wrapped one thigh around my neck, and was grinding her cunt into my mouth, having already come twice under my tutelage.
I had relaxed my mouth somewhat, and was concentrating more on fucking her now, loving the feeling of her constricting tunnel swallowing up my fingers. There was something so intimate about being inside her…feeling her heat and inner muscles and hidden secrets of her body…
“Oh yeah, Baby…” I felt her fingers tighten their grip on my hair,, as she humped my face with her enflamed cunt. I slurped up every juice she spurted out greedily.
“I’m coming!” she announced with a short scream, and then her pussy was opening and closing convulsively around my fingers, her body being drawn almost upright from its position. My throat worked convulsively as I swallowed down the sweet thickness she emitted as a result of her climax, and when she had began to calm down, I laid my head to the side so it rested on her thigh, still inhaling her soft fragrance and feeling my own body tingle. My comfort level at that point in time, was as high as it had been since…well…probably since before Eve was born. I could lay here like this the rest of my life.
I felt Gabrielle’s fingers nudging at me, and moved my head enough so I could see her sated face. “What is it?” I asked her.
“Come up here,” she said softly, “I want to make love to you….make you feel as good as I do right now.”
I kissed her inner thigh, and geared up my energy to make the move upward. Watching her reach her pinnacle didn’t completely satisfy me, but it did serve to bring me some relief from my own physical needs I finally dragged my upper body up till I was even with her, and accepted her arms around me, kissing her deeply.
She sucked her own taste from my tongue and lips, and was urging me to roll over on my back, and I was just getting ready to comply, but suddenly, a horrible image flashed before my eyes. It was of Eve laying in her bed a couple of rooms down the hall, her eyes wide open in fear and shame. She was feeling all alone, and tonight, her own mother had abandoned her.
My mind flew to those times when I was totally bereft of human companionship, believing no one cared if I lived or died. It made me take stupid chances, do risky stunts, and nearly got me killed on more than one occasion. It was a death I would have welcomed at the time.
“Xena, what’s wrong?”
Gabrielle’s voice broke through my reverie after a minute, and I gently reached down and removed her hand from where it was busy massaging my pubic mound. I gave her a regretful look. “I’m sorry, Gabrielle, but Eve needs me,” I said gently.
She looked at me puzzled as I stood and reached for my shift. “Is she in trouble?” she asked, but as she started to get up, I waved her back.
“Not that kind of trouble,” I assured Gabrielle. “She just needs someone to talk to right now.”
She continued to stare at me, confused and hurt-looking, but I gave her a smile and bent down to kiss her soft lips. “I’m sorry, Gabrielle,” I told her. “I can’t explain it, but I just sense that she needs her mother right now.”
As I slipped from the room into the darkened hallway, I heard the haunting words of my bard behind me, “I need her mother right now too,” she said.
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