The Tour: Chapter 15

Izzy sat on the edge of the bed facing the window. There was nothing to look at, not really. The window was shuttered. There was a blue little plant that was struggling for life, but it was nothing she wanted to see. Izzy heard the sound of metal and leather slamming against the wall. She could hear the way Xena was peeling off her leathers, starting with the bracers on her wrists. She could smell the warrior's hostility.

Not that she didn't have a reason to be angry. Izzy, in a last ditch distancing effort, had said just before starting up the stairs, "Let's get this over with quick." She'd stomped gracelessly, savagely up the stairs. Tok, sensing its mistress' mood had, once in the room, found a far corner to curl up in and had watched Xena's revealing with far more appreciation than Izzy had shown.

It was never that quick, Izzy thought. It could take all night long, literally. There had been that time when it had taken almost four days. But that was partly because she'd selected a virgin lover. It had been her own fault. She looked idly at the basket on the counter by the plant. There was food, fuel. They would need it. Later. Izzy was never hungry at the start. Her body was too busy going through the changes.

Gods. She hoped Xena was up to it. She hoped she was up to it. Maybe they'd get it handled in one shot. She'd done that before too. Sometimes a quickie was all it took. It depended.

But she could feel the way her skin burned and craved. Her nipples were already hard points that throbbed with aching need. Her horns buzzed and she felt the tingle all the way down to her groin. As soon as Melosa had made her choice, she'd felt her eyes changing again.

Izzy had to be tough. She couldn't let her know. That would. .that would. .hurt too much.

So now she sat nakedly upon the bed, her fingers digging into the coverlet, her tail tapping lightly against the mattress' side, as she counted the number of slats in the shutter and listened to the last slide of leather thump against the wall. She closed her eyes and heard the warrior's soft pace. She looked up. The bracer slapped noisily against her chest and fell to the ground. Izzy hadn't expected that. "Am I so Horrible for you to look at?" Her blue eyes sparkled wetly. Gods she was near tears. The warrior leaned close, "Well, Am I?" Xena's teeth showed, ferocious and primal and Izzy remembered that this one was wild too. . .and now she was hurt. . .

Izzy couldn't do it. She couldn't stay cold. She closed her green and gold encircled eyes for the briefest moment and felt the warmth of Xena pull away. It was a terrible loss.

"That's not. . .it's not." She looked up and quickly down and to the side. The coverlet was green and red entwined, blood and earth, Elysia and Tartarus. "Xena," she whispered, not really at hearing level. She felt the warrior pause and step closer. Izzy lifted her head and looked bravely at that heroic face, "You're so beautiful you make heart ache." Izzy reached with her long arm and cupped the warrior's face in her red hand. She lightly stroked the surface of the warrior's face with her pointed thumb. "So," A slow hot tear slid down demoness' face. Gods she wanted her, loved her, "incredibly beautiful."

The warrior took the hand in hers and gently pulled it away, without letting go. She stepped so close Izzy could hear the woman's heart beat. The demoness could smell the residue of leather and sweat. Their faces were inches apart and then closer. Izzy closed her eyes. She'd forgotten how soft Xena's lips were, how tender her kisses. Izzy couldn't help the primitive sound, the almost whimper, that came from her throat.

Xena pushed the red woman further back upon the bed until their bodies were fully pressed together. Xena let go of Izzy's hand and rested her arms by the demon's head. They kissed, only kissed, for long breathless moments. Izzy could feel the points of Xena's nipples against her collarbone and the sliding wetness of her own need. It made her growl with desire.

Izzy's long hands moved of their own volition. They embraced the warrior, fully, and then slid down her sensitive back in roaming caress that sent shivers down Xena's spine. She explored, with a fine touch, the way the warrior's body was formed. There was so much to learn again. She brought her legs up, letting her feet slide along Xena's thighs and calves seductively. She wanted to touch every part of the warrior. Every part.

Their lips finally separated wetly. Xena groaned and kissed down the side of Izzy's jaw and neck. Izzy opened her eyes in surprise at the warrior's first bite. Then she moaned helplessly. There was no going back. The demoness' eyes had changed and were now entirely gold.

Xena wasn't really sure what she was smelling, she only knew that she wanted more of the sweet almost flowery scent and that is seemed to exude from horned one's skin. She was officially past thinking and her effort to keep the names straight left her as she slid down her lover's body, licking, tasting, and biting lightly. She knew who this one was, and she was claiming her. The ruddy woman was making a sound that seemed like a cross between a purr, a growl, and moan and it upped a decibel when Xena began a wet and prolonged examination of flushed breasts.

She was already chanting the warrior's name, and Xena had not even touched her center. There were scrape marks along the warrior's back, but they were forgotten and Izzy was at the point where the coverlet was bunched in the demoness' fists. Gods, Xena felt so good. She felt so good. She smelled so good. She tasted so good. Izzy growled in lust. She looked so good. The demoness' skin sucked up the contact and craved more. Her legs lifted, wrapped briefly around the warrior, so she could rub her fire colored curls against the woman. Then she let her go with a voluptuous snarl and her feet rested on the edge of the bed, her knees spread wide open.

There were so many things that tipped the demoness over the orgasmic edge that first time.

There was the way Xena looked at her, gazing at her hotly as nimble fingers delightfully, pleasurably, tortured a fully aroused clitoris. It was amazing how it seemed that the warrior put her whole body into the motion. Her voice alone sent fiery uncontrollable shivers all along the Izzy's body. The warrior's touch did more and Izzy poured for her.

There was the way the warrior climbed up her body and rubbed and bucked against the demoness, spreading their wetness together, teasing her desire with crisp dark curls. The warrior even stopped at one point to glide her humidity along Izzy's thigh over and over again until the demoness' couldn't stand it any longer and had reached to pull her up. It destroyed the demoness' notion that this might be a one sided response. Gods, Xena had jumped away with a wild laugh and then crawled back along Izzy's body, letting her breasts make their own swaying trail along the red woman's abdomen. Then she seduced the demoness into another set of passionate kisses that made her horns move past tingling nigh unto painfully aroused. Xena had no idea about that erogenous zone or she would have taken advantage of it and Izzy would have been over the edge at that moment.

There was the way Xena cried out in surprise when the crimson woman's tail wrapped around her muscular thigh. Izzy had grinned, savoring the shock, but only long enough to rub against the warrior's slick nub with the not so dangerous point, teasing her for good while, flicking until Izzy heard those huffy little moans that she loved so much. Then the demoness let the flat of her "arrow" fold around her tail until the sharp edges were hidden and created a surface that was worth grinding into. She held firm, until Xena was rocking against her wetly and growling her own noises. Then Izzy had to bring her hand down and feel with her fingertips, spreading Xena's lips skillfully so she could play and circle. She'd pressed against the warrior's hollow, waiting, but not long, because Xena pushed herself onto the prehensile tail before Izzy could make another move.

Izzy was half sitting up, so she could control where her hand went. Xena was accepting the horned one's thrusts, practically pulling her in. She demanded more, scraping her fingernails along the demoness skin, drawing a bit of blood. Neither of them realized it. Then, just when Izzy thought the warrior was going to sing for her, Xena had stopped and had wagged her finger at the demoness like she was a naughty child. It had been a delicious moment and she'd cried out "No" when Xena had started to remove herself. They'd arrived at a compromise. Izzy removed her hand, licking her fingers slowly to get all the juice. The growling purr was now constantly there, and it changed when she breathed or tried to talk. She snarled her pleasure and Xena had returned the sound almost in kind.

Then there was the way she'd formed a fist, asking, "do you want this?" Xena had laughed, not mockingly, but teasingly, at the practically barked out demand and waited until the order became begging. Then with a grin she'd entered, slowly at first, then more decisively. With Izzy's own deliberate push, the warrior delivered powerful driving thrusts that the demon met with almost but not quite at the edge screaming passion.

Finally, when Izzy was so close to the edge that Xena could feel the shakes begin, the warrior shouted out her own release, stilling, clenching wetly around the tail and holding the red one prisoner. She spiraled the demoness' original name into the evening's air like a loving loop that captured, branded and reclaimed a lost soul. "GABRIELLE!!!"