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URL: willow17.htmlThe following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.
This story is part of an Altaverse based on Bite Me and the Fonder Heart. It can be found, along with other such stories, at The Realms of the Xenaverse, under Blood and Roses. Xena is Ares' Daughter and Gabrielle is Bacchus' Daughter
Characters from Buffy: Vampire Slayer have also been borrowed for the purposes of this story. All of this is written with the utmost affection and the no desire for renumeration (except for possible emails). The same above disclaimer is in effect. There are certain changes that have been made to accomadate this particular Xenaverse. Buffy's Vampires are really part of the Kin, renamed for purposes of this story
Xex Alert: Yes, there definitely will be, between two consenting immortal women even. Maybe even more
Violence Alert: Yes, probably, given that this is a story involving slayage and Xena.
In two thousand years of trying, Gabrielle had yet to find the words for moments like these. Xena was all wet heat, enveloping and soaking into her skin. Desire trembled across their bodies, each feeding off the smell and sound of the other. Sight was superfluous now... they knew one another that keenly... although seeing the warrior shuddering in her arms twisted the arousal in the bard's stomach into a pleasantly painful knot.
Xena's mouth was open to her now, and her dark lover's tongue danced lightly over the Sunwalker's fangs, taunting immoral senses and urging Gabrielle to give into them. The smaller woman moaned into the assault, pressing tightly against the lean body in response. Her hands found the buttons on the fly of Xena's jeans, and she threaded her fingers into the spaces there, tugging gently.
The warrior groaned as the pressure between her legs increased, the seam grinding into her already swollen sex. "Gabrielle..." she growled as the bard worked her free hand into the length of Xena's tangled hair and pulled the warrior's mouth from hers.
It was a magnificent power... subduing this daughter of a god... Gabrielle thought, holding her lover in place with a strength unknown to those who only saw the bard's slender figure. She could feel the tremors beginning deep in her partner's center; and she tightened her grip slightly, knowing that if she just kept Xena here-- like this-- she could make the dark woman come without even touching her. It would be nowhere near the release that the warrior wanted or needed, but it would take the edge off both their hungers long enough to get them someplace safer than her niece's backyard.
Xena recognized her own response as well and fought it. She didn't want to come this way... like some sort of slave to her mistress' desires... but in a way that's what she was. Only the mistress was the raw strength of their combined desire for each other. And at times like this, it ruled them both arrogantly. She bucked against the sensation, seeking some sort of relief from the mounting pressure; and her knees bent slightly of their own volition. The warrior groaned as the convulsions seized her, and her sex clenched tightly then released... once, twice... freeing her from the paralyzing need that had held her suspended in her lover's savage embrace.
Regaining her feet, the warrior ripped the offending hand from her jeans, not caring that the top two brass studs went flying into the darkness. "You're going to pay for that, bard..." she snarled, her eyes flashing with unsatiated climax.
Gabrielle smiled silkily, revealing fully extended fangs. "I hope so, lover." She pulled the resisting head closer, nipping lightly at the bronze skin on Xena's neck. The tiny white scar on the warrior's breast shone translucent in the moonlight, beckoning to the Sunwalker. She longed to just bury her fangs in the comforting heat of Xena's blood here and now... but common sense prevailed. "Not here," she gasped, pushing the hotly-scented warrior away.
Since beginning the process of reclaiming her immortality, Xena had difficulty controlling the crimson fury that suffused her whenever she fought. What had been bloodlust centuries ago now manifested itself as an almost uncontrollable desire for the bard. Gabrielle could take her higher than anything she had ever known and, at the peak of their travels, effortlessly release all that maddening darkness that clouded her vision. "Where then?" Xena growled, her body past caring where they were or who might see, but her mind very aware that this wasn't the safest thing to be doing right now. Willow might have retreated into the house, but others might be awake... Kin most likely, and she didn't want to be caught unaware.
"Upstairs," Gabrielle replied, the clipped tone betraying her own fiercely subdued need.
"What about Willow?" Xena murmured, moving fluidly with her lover towards the sliding glass doors.
"You'll just have to be quiet, my love," Gabrielle teased.
"I'm not the one who has a... um... vocal problem, remember?" the warrior retorted, feeling some of the control return to her body. She took the bard's hand and let them silently up the stairs to their guest room, grateful that it was all the way down the hall from the teenager's. Ordinarily, that small a distance wouldn't matter much-- Xena still remembered the darkly flushed face of their housekeeper the morning after the first time she and Gabrielle had really "played." Tonight, however, it would make a difference... her mind was already thinking of a million and one ways to turn the... restraint... they would have to use into an erotic torment for her bard.
The door clicked softly shut behind them, and Xena leaned against it-- carefully watching her mate. The darkness rendered the bard a shadow with silver hightlights as slivers of moonlight crept through the shutters to touch Gabrielle's pale skin. Deciding she wanted to watch the moon worshipping her lover-- after all, in her time the bard was Artemis' Chosen-- Xena uttered a quiet command. "Open the shutters, Gabrielle."
A pale brow rose in response. "Just who's giving the orders here?"
"I am," the warrior replied in a tone that brooked no resistance. Feeling the tight press of the leather against her breasts, she carelessly removed the garment, sending it to the floor. That was as much as she was willing to concede to the bard on this occasion. It was time to get down to business. "Walk to the window and open it." Xena paused. "Now." she added softly. She folded her arms together and crossed her legs casually at the ankles, resolutely ignoring the renewed flare in her sex.
The blue of the warrior's eyes bore into the heart of Gabrielle's arousal, and a thin tremor ran through the bard in response. Silently, she crossed the room and did as she was bade. Not waiting for Xena's next command-- knowing, in fact, what it would be-- she slowly began unbuttoning the loose blouse she wore and sliding it off her shoulders. A pair of jeans followed quickly, joined by a pair of lacy satin undergarments-- until she stood ruthlessly exposed to her partner's predatory gaze.
"Do you remember our bargain, Gabrielle?" The velvet sounds stroked the bard's skin almost as tangibly as a touch. She shuddered in response. Xena hadn't moved an inch, allowing her voice instead to reach out and caress her lover. "Earlier this evening?" she continued softly.
"Yes..." Gabrielle breathed the words quietly, knowing what was coming and wanting it beyond all reason.
"Tell me, Gabrielle." Using the bard's name as a hypnotist would, drawing the syllables out, rolling them on her tongue, savoring the effects on her mate. "What was it?" Forcing Gabrielle to say the words.
Gabrielle's skin sparked, the fine hairs on her arms and neck rising at the measured cadence of the contralto voice. Her sex was exposed to the open air now, and she ached to touch herself, knowing the inflamed wetness she would find there. But her lover's voice pinned her down and trapped her as effectively as her own hands had held Xena earlier.
"What did you say, Gabrielle?" The voice prompted again, a hint of steel behind the velvet this time.
"Your surrender... then..." The bard ground out. "For mine... later..."
Gleaming teeth were drawn back in a harsh smile. "That's right, Gabrielle." The warrior nodded approvingly. "What time is it?"
Green-tinted ochre met blue darkened to violet-- as if the blood Xena had shed that night had soaked into her eyes. Gabrielle gave herself up to that searing color, speaking only two words: "It's later."
Xena's body was hard against hers, twisting her towards the bed and bending her over its welcoming surface. There would be time enough later for the gentle caresses and quiet climaxes that ruled their everyday life together. Right now, though, was a time for strength-- a time to indulge the immortal gifts the Olympians had granted the Daughters of Blood and Fire.
The warrior was between her lover's legs now, slipping easily inside Gabrielle's wetness. A groan at the fire that enveloped her escaped the warrior's lips, and she pressed the swollen tips of her breasts into the soft skin of Gabrielle's back. With a hand snug in the center of the bard's desire, Xena found a steady rhythm that told her mate she had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
"Xx..ee...nnn....aaa..." Pleasure fractured the warrior's name as Gabrielle bucked into the pressure, her body awash in the torrent of sensations that her lover's invasion created. "Sooo goooddd..." Unwilling to exert the concentration it would take to form a coherent sentence, she contented herself with a moan as Xena reached deeper inside and brought her other hand around to cradle an achingly aroused breast. The warrior's long legs trembled as they pressed them both against the edge of the mattress. Gabrielle was bearing most of their combined weights now, on locked arms that held them off the bed. Her muscles ached from stress, although she could probably hold them there indefinitely, but it provided a deliciously painful contrast to the sweet pleasure her partner was stroking into her. "Oh sweet Artemis..."
She always invoked the old dieties at times like this, her mind reverting back to the simple understanding of what she first knew. It was only later-- after she had accepted her own immortality-- that Gabrielle discovered the gods heard every one of those invocations, and that the Goddess of the Hunt was the object of much good-natured ribbing because of her Chosen's fondness for her at intimate moments.
Xena growled in response to her lover's cries, each thrust of her hand tightening the spiral of want in her sex. Gabrielle was so incredibly... intoxicatingly... beautiful at moments like these. Her surrender was complete and unreserved-- unlike the warrior, who always fought turning her body over to her mate and at times forced Gabrielle to rip the climax out of her unwilling mind. In sharp contrast, the bard knew there was a time for giving, a time for taking, and-- of course-- a time for sharing. Somehow she was miraculously able to give herself completely over to the need of the moment, whatever it was.
The bard's sex was beginning to clench around her hand now... and their voices mingled in the combined pleasure of their joining-- a throaty contralto and a higher soprano weaving together as expertly as their bodies moved in tandem. "Xena..." the bard moaned, tossing her head back. The moonlight glinted off her distended fangs, and the warrior knew unfailingly what her lover needed the most.
Moving the hand that teased her mate's breasts, she brought it around to the Sunwalker's mouth and-- with a thundering heart and aching loins-- offered her wrist to the immortal.
Unerringly, the Sunwalker's fangs found the proferred vein, not tearing the surrounding skin, but simply sinking into the blood, in the heart of Xena's Fire.
Behind Gabrielle's eyes.... the world exploded.
Crimson hot and ambrosia sweet... Xena's life burned into the Sunwalker... feeding a hunger that existed for nothing else on this Earth. Xena was her addiction... Xena was her weakness... The way the Kin craved blood, she craved the warrior.. for only the Daughter of Fire could mate with the Daughter of the Blood and satiate the longing in both their souls. Light, air, food, water... it was all nothing when compared to the gut-wrenching perfection of Xena's blood trickling down her throat...
Her tongue caresseed a tiny patch of skin on the warrior's wrist, and a distant part of her mind registered Xena's moaning response. The touch of her fangs created a new erogenous zone in the dark woman's body, rivaling the tight bundle of neves in Xena's sex. And the Sunwalker knew the barest of caresses was amplied a thousandfold as it rippled thought her mate's body.
The Fire poured into Gabrielle now... and she felt the andrenalin from the battle that night... she could sense the Kin who had threatened her mate, and their dying screams echoed faintly in her ears. The savage joy Xena took in the confrontation seeped into the Sunwalker's soul and nested there, mingling with the darker instincts of the Daughter of Blood that Gabrielle rarely let out to play.
The orgasm tore through Gabrielle's body with force that would have sent a mortal to her knees screaming. She rode it intensely, her hips bucking in abandon as she continued to feed on the warrior, unaware that they were at last sinking to the bed's surface. She trusted her partner to keep her safe as the physical climax rippled into her mind, flavoring the taste of Xena in her mouth with musk.
The spiral began its downward trek, the blood flowing more slowly into her mouth... the colors behind her eyes expanding kaleidoscopically... her mate's spirit rendered in blues and reds and shades of burnished gold. Jewel tones bold and strong... like the woman whose body tasted of power and resistance and shadows...
Each time she journeyed into the warrior's veins she discovered something different about the dark woman.. and this occasion was no exception. She felt the overflowing love of their bond in Xena's soul along with her gratitude for Gabrielle's surrender this night... But there was something more... A new presence in the warrior's heart... and she wasn't surprised to find the shimmering pale green hues of her niece's eyes there. The Sunwalker's own heart responded to the presence, brushing over the colors tenderly.
The pulse was fading now... she was slipping out of the slipstream of Xena's blood... but as she left, she felt a new, darkling link to another, shrouded in shades of pewter and unrecognizable to the Sunwalker... Was it something Xena was unaware of herself or something she wished to conceal from her lover?
"Aunt Gabrielle-- NO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Before Gabrielle had time to think, Xena ripped her arm away from the Sunwalker's mouth and flung herself off her lover's slender body, pursuing the fleeing teenager. All of this processed itself through the Sunwalker's heightened senses, and she rolled over and focused her clouded eyes in time to see Xena catch her niece from behind and wrap her in an unyielding embrace.
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