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ŠApril 1998
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.
Izzy's quarters were bright and cheerful, even with the curtains drawn. Xena didn't pause long to examine the place in detail. She stripped from her armor, letting it clunk onto the polished surface of a low table. The fruit bowl rattled. Her leather landed on some cushy sloped chair with a thump. The Tartaran's kilt landed on top, after a surprised, "Hey!!" sparkled from her lips. Anymore she had to say was turned completely into a helpless moan.
"Xena," she panted. "I . ..can't it. . oooh."
"Now."
Xena's tone of voice brooked no argument and the bed seemed miles away though it was well within sight. The bed was huge, made for the average Tartaran's height, up to fourth level that is. (After that, things got. . .bigger. ) The coverlet was a rainbow quilted affair. The pillows were plump and inviting.
Xena's fingers were already making dangerous trails through Izzy's curls. She intended to have her lover and while she'd had some plans earlier about taking her time, her body was insistent that this was not to be the case. Those plans, which involved exciting and stimulating Izzy's horns until she gave up at least one of her secrets, had to be put away for the moment. She said, "now," and she meant NOW!
Izzy's powerful arms wrapped around and under the warrior's hips. She lifted and muscular thighs carried them. Quickly.
In seconds, they were on the bed and loving.
*************************** Salmoneus could not believe the luck. The manager had been so overwhelmingly gracious to them. .. after he saw Izzy. Before that, well, the Tartaran had braced them with some nasty attitude. Now Sal was in this gorgeous (albeit Tartaran) woman, in a gorgeous (albeit Tartaran) room on a very very (BIG) comfortable bed.
She was in him too. Interesting what could be done with that tail. He liked it. He more than liked it. She was touching him in places he'd never been touched before and she was gentle and wild and it felt so good.
He reached up, meaning only to touch her hair, to caress its soft white silken curly length. She moaned against him. The back of his hand brushed a horn. The natural thing to do was grasp it, so he did. She gasped and stopped moving. Then she looked at him, "Better be careful Sal, you don't know what you're gonna get."
"If it's you," he said gallantly, "then I want it." He smiled sweetly. She tugged his beard. He stroked her horn lightly.
She grinned wickedly, "Alright then, but remember, I warned you." Then she pulled out of him (to his disappointment) and began teaching him a thing or two about Tartarans.
************************* Marcus slid into the steaming water and sighed. His muscles ached from all that marching around and he wanted to take advantage of the quiet while he could. The howling time would be happening soon and he wanted to be as comfortable as possible before hand. Perdicus smiled at him. He sat on the other side of the tub.
"You look comfortable," the exmercenary said. He noticed how pink the farmer's skin was becoming. The Elysian gave him a sultry gaze and a loose smile then floated himself in the warriors direction.
"I bet that we can get even more comfortable," Perdicus said. Then their mouths touched and lingered together.
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Melosa stalked around the room like a trapped panther. Her blonde lover, already bathed and comfortable, lay on the bed reading one of the scrolls from the ornate shelf. "At least take a bath," she said to her Queen. Melosa had responded with something between a snarl and a hmphf. "You'll feel better."
Melosa stopped pacing, "I doubt that."
"It's heated water, straight from. ...wherever it comes from. Fills the tub right up." She set the scroll down, noting the title in her mind. "Why don't you let me run the bath for you," she smiled gently at her lover.
Oriena really did feel better. She stood up from the bed in one swift movement. Her breasts swayed gently. Her limbs were parted for the stance. The light caught the sweetness of her golden triangle just right.
Melosa turned, intending to snap at her lover, but she stared instead. The Amazon queen swallowed, then she started stripping. "I think I will have that bath." She paused and looked at her lover tenderly, "but will you join me?"
Oriena smiled and forgot about the scroll.
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Tok lay at the door's entryway, snoozing. Its chest rose and fell comfortably. Tok's head was between her paws. The wet sliding sounds of lovemaking could be heard and that sweet scent of sex was in the air.
She ignored it and dreamed of fields of dumbunnies for the catching.
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There was something about Izzy being between her legs, lapping at her with delicious intensity that made Xena quiver. Her legs were fanned open as the warrior arched herself towards that long skilled tongue. Her hands reached, just to touch, to confirm that she wasn't just dreaming. "Gabrielle," she moaned. Her hands brushed against the sensitive surface of the horns. Then grasped as a particularly good stroke of the tongue threatened to take her over the edge and did. "Oh Gods." She held on through the orgasm, gripping and ungripping.
She felt Izzy's shudder. The Tartaran lifted her head and looked at the warrior with desperate eyes, "Please."
Let go. That was what the rest of the sentence could have been. "No," said Xena, understanding. There would be no running away this time, no turning away.
"Please." Helpless.
Xena shook her head, and scooched forward, dragging the Tartaran (gently) up to face her. She stroked Gabrielle's horns, milking their surface with a strong grip. The redhead moaned and tried to move away.
Xena held on to one of the horns and moved her hand down. Down to Izzy's breast, which she touched lightly. Down her ribcage. Down to where curls covered a hidden place. She lay her palm flat over Izzy's triangle of fur, gently rubbing the top, feeling. She kissed her lover, deeply fully. "No." Gently said.
Izzy moaned, truly moaned, desperately moaned. She pressed against Xena's hand and retreated or tried to. The hand followed and she couldn't resist how good it felt, how sweet it felt to have the warrior stroking her horn. "Please." This time Gabrielle meant something different.
Xena heard it and pressed against her lover, "Yes."
Gabrielle felt the shudder before she could stop it, control it. It rocked through her whole body. It was sweet and cataclysmic. She cried out, honestly cried out as her whole body thrilled with deep deep pleasure. She'd forgotten how good this could be.
Xena kept her hand pressed against the pubic bone. A finger lightly tickled the jewel of the bard's center, egging on the multifaceted bliss from both ends. The bard shuddered and gasped and Xena felt the lubrication of the Tartaran's desire slick itself against her finger.
When the orgasms were over, Izzy fell back, open, stunned, vulnerable. She looked at Xena, who gazed at her with understanding eyes. "Please," Xena said, not begging, but asking. She moved her fingers up, lightly, spreading her fingers through warm curls, searching. She found it, the line. She'd felt it before, but had thought it an odd bumpy scar. A sensitive one.
Now she knew differently.
Gabrielle blinked at her and breathed heavily. Xena touched her face with gentle kisses and stroked a finger along a sweet hidden line. "Please, trust me." There was a pause in Gabrielle's breathing as she looked up into her lover's blue blue eyes. This was the woman she loved. This woman had saved her life more times than she could count. This was
"Xena." It was a gasp, an affirmation, a surrender. Gabrielle looked back at her warrior with total trust in her eyes. Xena, who'd just kept on stroking that line felt something move, slide. Her finger dipped, without her pressing. It was caught in a moist opening. The bard, the Tartaran groaned, pressing up to Xena's hand. The pouch folded back and Xena's palm moved in and covered.
She looked up in startlement at Gabrielle. She nearly said it. She nearly said it. She knew if she did she'd ruin everything. Everything. She could predict that future.
So Xena kept her mouth shut and gently held the woman in her hand.
Izzy tried to explain, "Everyone's. .different." She felt vulnerable and scared. She would have pulled away but there was nowhere to go to. "The horns. .they feel good by themselves. .They aren't the cause, but. .I. ." She blushed a bright bright crimson, "It helps me relax enough, when I'm with someone else. . .. I didn't. .I was. ." She looked at Xena with frightened eyes, "I've never used it. I. . Mean, with anyone else. .I . .couldn't . .It just. .didn't feel.. ." If it were possible for her to go a deeper color of red, she did, "I mean, I've. .yes. .I . ." There were memories of self explorations, when she'd first learned of the possibilities. It had frightened and confused her, but it felt so good; so incredibly good. She closed her eyes when she felt Xena pull along her length. "Its. . ." Words failed.
Xena shushed her and brought her other palm to Gabrielle's face. She kissed her lover gently, lovingly. "Shhh," she soothed, "I understand." The Tartaran shuddered against her. Xena's grip was warm, strong, and felt so right; so incredibly right. "We'll do this together."
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