The Tour: Chapter 17

Xena awakened to the familiar scent of her bard mixed with the now familiar mating odor. The scent was still fresh, alluring. . .arousing. She was instantly wet again. Gabrielle crouched over her on all fours and stared ferally at the warrior. Something wild had taken over and Xena hadn't been even sure that her Gabrielle was in there.

Then the demoness had smiled beatifically and had asked. . .had asked if it would be okay for her to make love to Xena again. Tok had taken a moment to stare over the edge of the bed, resting it's face on the thoroughly scrunched covers. It had whuffled, capturing the warrior's attention for a moment. She thought for a moment that the daggite nodded encouragingly at her.

Oh what the hey. . .

She'd said yes. She had the stamina for it. Right?

So why did her muscles feel so rubbery right now? Well, that last one had been somewhat aerobic, hadn't it. Gods, Gabrielle. .Izzy. .(what should I call her now?). . was so flexible. (Think about it later) Xena grinned, surrendered to the moment, and let her lover do the work this time.

The demoness' long, long red tongue swirled teasingly around Xena's aching nipple. She used it to grasp the point of Xena's breast and pulled. That had been a surprise. The horned woman had grinned wickedly at her, then replaced her tongue with her hand and started crawling backwards, licking and nipping her way down.

The Tartaran's hot breath covered the warrior's skin, with each purring feral growl. Xena felt the press of the tail as it wrapped around her calf and caressed her foot. Her body, tired though it was, arched up responsively, pleadingly. There was a soft rolling chuckle. It was so sweet that Xena had to close her eyes in pleasure.

She opened them as soon as she felt the demoness' tonguing the slick line of her sex. Then she opened them even wider as the red one slipped her tongue into Xena. . .*All* the way into Xena. The Tartaran grinned (as best she could considering) and began tasting Xena in such a way that the warrior could not mistake what was happening. Xena felt the tickle and the flexing of the Tartaran's prehensile muscle so deeply that she cried out. She lifted her hips. ..

and they were off. . .Izzy/Gabrielle didn't really work that hard, but Xena could not keep herself still and worked herself into a sweat. All the Tartaran did was lap, and taste, and lick, and swirl with that long long talented tongue. . . and groan and sigh her lusty growls. . . as Xena ground herself into the demoness' face with a passion.

The warrior practically dug holes in the bed with her hands clenched incredibly tight in the mattress' surface. (Fortunately it was a resilient mattress). The Tartaran was supporting her hips now, so the full burden wasn't on Xena's powerful flexing thighs. The demoness' eyes were closed so she could enjoy the scent and feel and taste of her lover fully and she pressed her mouth closer, letting part of her tongue rub Xena's hub, even as the rest of it delved over and deeper again into the warrior's flowing core.

There came an unavoidable point where Xena screamed out in a looping orgasm that seemed to flow from head to toe and back again. . .several times.

When the warrior felt able to move again, she lifted her shaky body, leaned over to where her lover's face still hovered and grabbed the demoness firmly by the horn. She saw the eyes widen, but thought it only related to her expression. "Next time," Xena huffed out, "warn me." She let go and lay back as she tried to catch her breath. The Tartaran whimpered, bit her lower lip, and tried to stop the flow that started between her legs.

A rumbling noise abruptly filled the room.

The demoness looked down at her flat red stomach in astonishment. Then she looked at Xena.

Xena sat up, a tiny bit, supporting herself with her elbows and forearms. She gave the demoness such a look. Then Xena shook her head, grinned a smile of incredible happiness and burst out laughing.