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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.
Xena had been determined that this would not be an issue of force. They could play that game another time. She bided, fixing up the cavern to her satisfaction, laying down the bundles which Izzy had so grudgingly carried and making their bed with a deliberate neutrality. She'd then proceeded, matter of factly, to undress. Completely. Izzy, who saw more in the dark than humans see in daylight, absorbed the warm light that was Xena's skin as each part of her was revealed. The warrior burned more bright to her than the torch's solemn glow.
Izzy watched her with eyes that were starving and a soul filled with disquiet. "Why?" she'd asked as the warrior shed her second skin. "Why?" There was a whole universe of longing in the question.
The warrior held out her arms, palms out in gentle invitation, and called her lover. "Gabrielle." Izzy swayed. Her tail snapped back and forth. Another time perhaps she might have fought the summons, had she felt more willful, but she was already weak with need.
It was crude. The sex was stripped to its fundamentals. Izzy was well aware of when she felt Xena's hands upon her, lifting her skirt, and then gripping and stroking her. They slid to the furs as one. The Tartaran spread her legs, forgetful of anything but Xena and the solid sleek weight of the warrior upon her body. Her tail skimmed around the warrior's back, pressing, and holding. Her hands scraped at the furs underneath, scoring the ground. She bucked urging the warrior. "Please. Please, inside. Please." That was as far into civility as she could manage and was much more than she would have offered anyone else.
She really didn't have to ask. Xena was going there anyway. Her palm pressed against Gabrielle's center and slid down until her thumb rested on that slick point and her fingers found the entry way. The warrior's succulent mouth covered a hot breast. Izzy groaned, lifting and pushing. Xena slid in and gloried in the humid and surprisingly tight embrace of her lover.
Izzy helped nature along. She realized that she didn't want to be the only one feeling good. She didn't dare use her hands, since she was well aware of the clawmarks she was making upon the ground and the tears she was making in the bottom furs, but her tail was active and her mouth. They kissed often and fiercely, tongues playing together in an infinitely sweet dance. Izzy's tail descended behind the warrior and under. Xena found herself being touched intimately with its tip and she learned that she could rub against its otherwise rock steady surface.
The sex felt good. It felt really good, for both of them. The pleasure of it, the relief of it, was so intense that they forgot to speak, forgot to do anything but breath, and move primally against each other. Moans filled their breath as the spiraled closer and closer. They moved in tandem, slicking each other. Izzy's tailend grew very wet and Xena's hand, likewise. It wasn't until Xena began tasting Gabrielle's marks with her tongue that one of them was tossed over the edge and into ecstacy's chasm. The Tartaran cried out with pleasure because Xena's lips against her skin, right there, felt so remarkably, devastatingly good. She clamped spastically, orgasmically around Xena's fingers. "OH Gods! Xena!!!" It was . . .Xena hadn't even. . .It was more than she'd ever expected or deserved and there was nothing she could do but surrender. "Oh Xena. Oh Xena." Gods. .. she loved Xena so. .. .
There was a shockwave of pleasure that caused the tail to lose its steadiness and grind forcefully into the warrior. That was enough for Xena, who thrilled to her own bliss and sparkled out in relief. She held her own cry, waiting, until she could crawl up the Tartaran's body and pull the woman tight into her arms. Then she whispered it, an answer, to one of the questions that seemed so far away now, "I love you, Gabrielle." Then she put in the kicker, "and I always will."
Xena cradled the Tartaran as she wept.
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