Warlord Daze

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.

Xex Alert: Oh Boy Is There. .This is a Prurient Piece with a Bit of Kink (If you hear the crack of the whip then you'll be in the neighborhood) Proceed at your own risk. :)

Xena felt the oddest sensation once she had the phallus strapped on, but she took the feeling to be her excitement. Gods, she'd been looking forward to this. For a long time actually. How long had she had this particular fantasy going on in her head? Gabrielle tied down, a phallus and all the time in the world. Gods. A long time, almost since the first day. Not quite. That was an exaggeration, but it was close. Perhaps it was better to say, that it had been on the back of her mind since she realized she was attracted to Gabrielle.

Now Xena was raring to behold her lover's expression when the small woman figured it out. When the lithe warrior glanced down, the fleshy rod appeared to be what it was supposed to be, a tool for loving. It was long, but not too long, and just wide enough to be filling. No surprises. The warrior smiled in anticipation, deciding to play with the bard at first. What good were bonds, if you couldn't test them.

"Close your eyes, Gabrielle." The bard was obedient to the command in the lithe woman's earthy voice. She felt the pangs of hunger renew as feathery touches, gentle pats, wet licks and assorted kisses gently assailed her senses (or not so gently. . .some of those pats were rougher than others, but never truly painful. More like a friendly slap on the hip to get her attention, or a flick of a fingernail zinging across a nipple. It was all sensation and it was driving the smaller woman wild). She didn't struggle against the bonds that held her, but sometimes her body moved despite herself and she would feel the pull, the barrier to her freedom of movement. In all cases, the strawberry blonde was striving to reach for the touch she felt coming. For instance, when she felt her lover's hot breath on her naked mound, she had to try. That provoked a sensual laugh and she'd felt the laughter pour through her body, even as fingers slicked against the axis of her desire. There had been more than one point where she whimpered or cried out.

After Xena knew she had Gabrielle all stirred up again, she crouched down to where the bard couldn't see her. "You can open your eyes now." The bard did as instructed, grateful to be able to see, but distressed at not being able to find her lover.

"Xena?" She sat up as much as her position would allow (not much, the cuffs were chained and the chains held her tight). Nothing. "Xena?"

The warrior grabbed the bard's foot in her hands. There was a squeal. Then, the hands slid up and past the cuff, to grip the fair woman's calf. Xena proceeded to kiss and lick the underside of Gabrielle's knee. That got a voluble response, as well as a bit of an air hump above the raven haired woman's head. Yep, the bard was good and ready. A tantalizing smile formed on the warrior's lips. Long fingernails began a compelling journey up tender inner thighs as Xena slowly unfurled herself from her crouch. She felt the bard's skin flutter in pleasure. A whispery moan filtered through Gabrielle's lips.

Xena was pleased with the reaction and stood just out of easy view. With a deliberately suggestive body motion, which Gabrielle caught through slitted eyes and a slightly lifted head, the warrior moved her hips so that the phallus, which the bard couldn't quite see, rubbed against one quite stimulated thigh until the tip barely touched at Gabrielle's ready sex. Gabrielle whimpered in recognition, spread her legs wider, flattened one foot against a table leg and pushed forward. The tip of the phallus to slid abruptly against her warm, wet cleft.

Xena gasped. The warrior bent up in surprise, her eyes wide, her hands grabbing the most near thing (which in this case happened to be willing bardic hips). The gorgeous woman looked down in startlement, her mouth open.

It moved, or rather, it quivered. The phallus pulsated pleasurably, startlingly. She could feel the heat, the slickness of Gabrielle's center on the tip. It felt incredibly good, but it was unexpected and Xena carefully backed away, not trusting what she was seeing or feeling. Just What had Aphrodite given them?

Gabrielle strained against her bonds, willing Xena to come back. "GodsXenaPlease!!" The warrior looked at the bard whose every line of movement and expression spoke of passionate desperate incredible need. "Please! Oh Gods Xena if you don't. . . I can't. . .Oh Gods please!!!"

So much for doubt. The warrior spent two seconds weighing options, grasped the phallus, ignored the sensation of her fingers wrapping around something that was fleshlike and sensate (though not of her flesh), ignored the sensation of being wrapped around (though she absolutely felt it) and moved into position, sliding herself quickly home before she could change her mind (Gods help her). She gasped (once more) at the intimate embrace and held still, trying to give herself time to get used to what she was feeling. It was as if every nerve ending in her clitoris suddenly switched on and connected with the phallus. Where she was humid with carnal yearning before, now she was slippery. Xena's clitoris twitched in response and she felt a tightening begin in her uterus. At the same time she was very aware of Gabrielle's essence surrounding her, pulling her in, demanding her presence. It was exquisite.

Xena pulled out slowly, terribly aware of the sensation of pulling out and then pushed in, exceedingly cognizant of pushing in. She purred. Eroticism poured through her body language. She couldn't help it. The sensation was so incredibly good that when Gabrielle 's lips puckered around the phallus, the warrior forgot about even worrying about the context of Aphrodite's gift. Xena moaned, pulled out and thrust meaningfully into Gabrielle. The bard cried out in utter relief and thrust back.

Gabrielle, in the meantime, was lost in experiencing thrilling sensations of her own. She marveled at how full and warm she felt with Xena inside her (and she had no doubt it *was* Xena inside her. She didn't know how she knew it, she just did) She marveled at how wonderful the tension of Not being able to touch, of the pulling against the bonds on her wrists, of feeling the chains rattle against her foot, added to the incredible need she felt. Her nipples were taut with desire and fairly screamed for attention and there was nothing she could do about it. Her hands didn't reach. Her only option was to tell Xena.

"Xena, your mouth, I need." She gasped out, but couldn't continue. Her hips were starting to get busy. She could feel the way her body was tightening, thrusting. She needed the wetness of Xena's mouth upon her, the slickness of the warriors tongue. "Please, my breasts. I need. . ." She nearly screamed with relief when Xena leaned over, pushed in deeply, and wetly claimed one aching nipple.

The warrior's hips weren't still, but she concentrated more effort on what her tongue was doing. Then she brought her hands up, and separated her mouth from the Gabrielle's breast. She leaned forward and kissed the bard full on the mouth. Gabrielle could taste herself on those wonderfully talented lips and she moaned as she felt fingers begin to splay around her nipples. Gods, she yearned to touch Xena, but couldn't. She could only surrender, only feel.

Then Xena's lips trailed down the Amazon's neck and her hips began to rock with ardent sincerity. Every plunge was bliss, every retreat a delight. She nearly fainted when she felt the phallus begin to move, but she went with it. She could fell the wetness of her passion flowing down her thigh. She could feel Gabrielle's slickly tight core claiming her, brushing up against her own smooth pubis (where the phallus didn't cover). It turned Xena on immensely. She dug in with her feet and she groaned into Gabrielle's body blissfully. Her hands played along the bard's body joyfully, but at some point they ended up by her lover's hips, acting as support as she ground into her lover's pleasure.

Xena began to talk in some of love's roughest, most primal language, which in any other context would have offended, but in this one only served to send Gabrielle higher up desire's peak. Words like, "Gods I love fucking you," erupted from her mouth (and it was true in any fashion the warrior thought about. She loved everything about how the bard responded. Everything) She had almost no control over the way the words flowed through her mouth, but they were all (in Gabrielle's estimation at least) very good, very sexy statements. When Xena growled in that ultra sultry velvet voice of hers, "You feel so *good*, so wet. Gods I love you Gabrielle." the words spiraled through the red head, ingniting her body's cells with voluptuous rapture.

The bard felt the way the phallus seemed to vibrate and pulse inside as if it were a live thing. It was marvelously personal, wonderfully motivating. Everything in her responded and she felt the resulting first tremors. Gabrielle's legs were as high up as she could get them (considering the length of the chain) and they dangled, her toes spreading and curling in pleasure. Her hands gripped the fur in ecstasy and she was very aware of the weight of the cuffs on her wrists, but long past caring. Xena pounded into her with delirious ferocity, and at some point it was more than enough.

The bard sang out her warrior's name, in a new tone and range, calling down the heavens to meet her halfway (and they did). Her body arched and stopped and clenched around Xena, which pulled the warrior over the edge (from a very unexpected angle). She cried out her bard's name with equally stunned excruciatingly pleasant ardor as she sparkled out and rejoined passion's dance herself.

It was awhile before all the tremors ceased and the motion of their hips finally stalled to a close. Xena pulled out (weakly, satiated) and they both whimpered at the loss, but the warrior kissed the bard's belly to make up for it and Gabrielle smiled blissfully anyway. She wasn't moving much. The whole experience had been potent.

Xena was almost fearful that it wouldn't come off, but the phallus was removed with as much ease as it was put on. She replaced it in the box carefully and then touched the space on her body where it had been. Everything felt normal, felt like herself. She looked at the box and then at herself again and shook her head. It was a wonder. She gathered Aphrodite's gift into her hands and went to free Gabrielle.

The Amazon claimed the box after she was freed from the chains. Xena was about to remove the cuffs, but Gabrielle wanted them on for a little longer. This brought a smile to Xena's lips. The warrior picked the bard up in her arms, though her knees were still recovering from the thrilling sensation of desire's pulses, and carried her to their bedspace.

Xena grinned as she slid into bed after carefully placing the gift box with the bard's. So many fun toys to play with, and they hadn't even tried them all. Once Xena was safely within the bard's personal space, the strawberry blonde wasted no time wrapping herself around the warrior. "Gabrielle?"

"Hmm?," the bard responded sleepily. She snuggled into her favorite location, her arm draping over Xena's abdomen.

"Next time you get to use the phallus." The warrior smiled. She had another thing to anticipate. Some things were very good to share.

"Okay," the bard spoke in ignorance (If she'd known then, what she found out later, she would have most definitely woken up, but she forgave Xena anyway) and she almost immediately fell into a doze. It had been a long two days, after all. Xena lazily stroked the sweet skin of her bard's shoulder and closed her eyes happily. Just you wait, my love, just you wait.

Now I don't know of any phallus made for women that does what this one does, but hey there's a family heirloom I'd want. I think Janice and Mel would appreciate it. :)