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The 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.
SQUICK alert: This Tartarus for Hell's sake! Expect grodities.
Xex Alert: Yep there will be. Soon!!
Language Alert: F word used.. ..
Her hand did the speaking. The cannibal "Amazon's" face was otherwise occupied with several eyes and several horns. She was tripodal and too large to ride a striger like some of her Tartaran companions. There were *no* humans among them.
Therefore, aside from the fact she was the chieftess, it was prudent that Gosra be the one to do the official . . .greeting. She never got around to it. "Give us the Meat and we'll let you live" Harshly delivered through teeth sharper than knives, the bold deep statement caused a shiver to run through Melosa's spine.
The villagers moved, forming a rapid protective circle around their humans. A human Tartaran winked at Oriena, nodded at the sword she'd drawn and grinned fiercely. Oriena, thought, for a moment that she recognized the face, but she couldn't quite place where she'd seen the woman before.
"Don't bother hiding them. Just give . . ." the hand growled out. The tripodal's tail jerked forward. A signal. The enemy shifted about. 'Shit,' thought Penho. That meant there was more out there. She made her own signal. Izzy nodded and she breathed a sigh of relief. The men had been hidden. Thank the Gods.
"Yiyiyiyi!!!!"
Izzy should have expected it. If Xena wasn't in the mood to hide, there was no stopping her. Despite herself, the demoness' hand went up to her brow and she watched as her lover jumped over the tall Tartaran blockade, disappeared into the light of the sun, then reappeared (spiraling), landing with a thump in the dirt besides Gosra. Xena spared a feral grin for the chieftess, then turned her attention to the "Amazon" from second level. OH boy. .it was going to start.
Xena laughed and smiled that wild smile of hers, "You don't want the meat that's here," she said. There was a smirk in her voice, a vicious kind of humor. Gods, she sounded like a Tartaran. "We're too tough for ya!" Then breaking pretty much every rule of Tartaran combat (especially when there was palaver before the battle), the warrior sliced the speaker's hand right off.
Oh Well, Xena was Elysian and couldn't be expected to know the rules. Izzy grinned in sudden vivid remembrance. Or to follow them.
The hand, freed from its originator, went yipping into the wilderness, scampering off to become another of Tartarus' weirdities. Who knew what the mutation might be? That would be something to think about later. Izzy turned her attention back to the situation at . . .hand.
The scarlet Tartaran, it seemed, was a fast healer. The arm extended plastically then split into fingers and thumb. The mouth, with its spiky teeth, formed right after. She screamed out at Xena (blowing the dark hair back, but not affecting much else on the stoic warrior's frame). The warrior, in what amounted to sheer impishness, stuck out her tongue. Then she laughed and tumbled away until she stood by her lover.
All those eyes blinked in astonishment. The warrior hadn't seemed phased at all. Then it smiled. "Well," the creature said, "I always liked my meat a bit spicy. Guess we'll just have to fight for it then." She backed away, signaling her cohorts.
Xena.
This was Xena.
There was a part of Izzy that hadn't believed, really, had just been playing along.
But this was really Xena.
Her heart burned in her chest. The demoness inhaled her lover's scent with a growling purring sound and showed her teeth. Then Izzy looked startled and shook her head to clear it. Okay, since when did she ever ever ...greet... anyone that way... Unacceptable. Confusing. Her hand went briefly to her chest, where new lines spiraled and sang awareness of her lover's presence.
The cause of her condition touched one of those dark marks and stroked sensuously along the length of it. Xena felt the heat of Izzy's skin change, saw her nipples rise. The warrior's lips curled in a feral seductive smile. She'd been well aware of what Izzy's reaction would be.
The demoness flinched because of the sensation that immediately rattled through her. Her tail arched up and stilled. She flushed with color. Her horns.. .gods. .were suddenly awake with sensation. She looked down, a mistake, and was caught in a stormy blue gaze.
Xena smiled tightly. It helped to have a bit of education. Gosra had been most helpful. . .and Izzy, despite her length of time here on Tartarus, was as new to this as Xena was. The warrior planned on using the information to its fullest potential. She crooked a finger at the now thralled demoness. "Come here." Izzy leaned forward, the imminent battle forgotten. The tip of her long tongue flicked out, her nostrils flared.
Xena's hand lifted up, above Izzy's head, then came down in a caress along the Tartaran's left horn. The sound that came out of Izzy wasn't anything Xena had heard before and it made her tingle at her very core. Xena gently wrapped her hand around the sharp pointed protrusion. Izzy inhaled, hissing through her teeth with unexpected pleasure. Her center flushed with passion.
Xena's voice was a soft purr, "You're mine. Remember that" she said. Her mouth briefly touched sweet warm lips. Then her tongue flicked against suddenly sensitive teeth. (OH GODS, Izzy-Gabrielle's mind screamed, she could feel with her teeth!!!!) There was that noise again. It thrilled down Xena's spine. She felt a strong buzz flow through, as warned, from her lover's nearness. The connection, Gosra had said, was never as one sided as human's believed. Well now Xena believed. . .and she hoped to the Gods that what Gosra said was true.
The irises of Izzy's greenfire eyes flickered. It was time for Xena to make her point. Her lips brushed softly against the red one's lips. "If you behave yourself, I'll make it worth the wait," she promised as she withdrew. Izzy actually whimpered at the loss of contact. She nearly cried when the warrior let go. The warrior pressed against Izzy's chest with a pointed finger. "No fucking on the battlefield. Understood?"
Izzy nodded jerkily, surprised out of her thrall. She'd no intention of. . .Her mouth opened to protest, then shut at the look her lover gave her. She nodded again, more sincerely, definitely sheepishly. Then she leered and leaned in and whispered roughly in Xena's ear, "I promise Xena. Not during this battle." Her voice, slid through the warrior, igniting all sorts of internal "fires". Gods, Xena thought, what a way to start. By the time Gosra called the signal, Xena was more than ready for one form of release or another.
It wasn't until they were well into the battle, and she'd scored another bloody mark along a yellow Tartaran's side, that Xena realized that Izzy's had been a limited promise.
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