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. :)

The kiss seemed to go on for a lifetime, though really it was just a few heartbeats. Xena eventually pulled back, but not until she'd made her unspoken (and very true) point of being able to outlast anyone in the room (with the possible exception of her lover. . .they truly were made for each other). The Warrior Princess left her conquest breathless and nearly unable to move because her legs were barely holding her up. Xena let go of the bard's silky hair regretfully, though it never showed on her face, and slid her palm down Gabrielle's sinuous neck. She could have continued longer with the kiss, but her hands wanted to roam and that meant making some rearrangements.

Gabrielle's eyes were still somewhat glazed from the kiss , and her breathing uneven. She wasn't the only one suffering from that condition. Her cousin was most grateful for the cover of the table and her Amazons, though it was not quite so vividly apparent, were similarly affected. The redhead, who was new to all of this, felt like she was ready to faint. She was, however, stout of heart and kept her expression firmly stoic and a bit menacing, though she was wishing that she was home and with her partner at that very moment.

The compact slave let herself be led easily by the Warlord, who'd grasped her collar by the loop, back to the table. Somewhere in between the point where they started moving and sat down, Xena had re-coiled her whip and placed it in its customary position. Gabrielle was never quite sure how the warrior managed to accomplish all those little things without being them being perceived. It was just another impressive aspect of her companion.

Xena sat first, of course, briefly releasing Gabrielle, then pulling her roughly onto her lap. Gods, she loved being able to do this and there was a brief sparklingly wicked toothy grin directed at the bard. It took every effort on the small woman's part not to return the smile. She let her eyes twinkle though and her lips curved only the slightest bit before falling back to that neutral expression she'd finally mastered.

With one arm wrapped securely around the slave's waist and the other cupping a luscious breast, Xena began another lusty assault on the bard's lips. Her fingers splayed around one crinkled and pinked aureole. Her leather bracer brushed roughly at the bottom edges of the whip's earlier cuts. Gabrielle lost herself for a moment, in the sensation. Then she pulled away, deliberately dragging her lips and pushing. Her expression was one of futile resistance. It was a brilliant performance. She was the Queen of the Amazons struggling for some sense of pride. For a heartbeat, it seemed she'd gained some ground.

Xena growled menacingly and dragged her arm up her back, which caused the bard to hiss and squint her eyes. Then the warrior grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled, firmly and quickly. Gabrielle's body arched, right back into it's former location. The warlord squeezed that breast, none too gently, and grinned wolfishly at the gasped articulation of pain Gabrielle made and the first hint of mosture that grazed her thigh. Those briefs would be soaked soon.

The strawberry blonde wasn't sure what it was about her relationship with Xena that made her feel this way, but it had always been so. She was always braver around the warrior. She felt like she could do almost anything, as long as Xena was around. It had been that way for the longest time now, since before (it made her heart hurt to even think of it now and the event was a long time passed) Xena's death.

The shadow that flickered across Gabrielle's face at that thought only added to the impression of her struggle. Even Solari felt a moment of heartbreak, though she knew that it was a sham. She toughened up her expression and narrowed her eyes at the warlords near their table. Some of those gruff men found themselves captured in a gaze so fierce they hardly dared stare in the slave's or Xena's direction again. . .

The sensation of being capable had only intensified after the warrior's return to life. Maybe a little of Xena's bravery had rubbed off while she'd shared space with Gabrielle. It was like the woman was just made up of all the things that could make one powerful and there was enough left over to share. . .The bard didn't know. All she knew was that, at this very moment, she was doing something so outrageous, that if her mother ever found out. . .Gabrielle hardly dared speculate and for the first time she realized just how many people were looking at her, staring at her nakedness and the power of her lover.

It was one of the scariest and most erotic moments of her young life.

Xena brought her hand back down to Gabrielle's waist, this time being careful not to brush against that sensitive back. Her other hand reached for the port and she took a long drink from it, before setting the cup back down. The warrior examined her surroundings while she let her free hand stroke down Gabrielle's belly to her thigh.

The music had started again, though it sounded a bit laborious and wheezing at first. There were quite a few snappish glances between dancers and musicians as the entertainment tried to find it's rhythm again. But they managed, and the rogues inhabiting the huge room went back to their wenching and eating.

Eponin had returned to her former position and was looking grim. It was Vivian who gave Xena the nod that let her know the mission had been accomplished and well. Arden was looking like he could use a good fuck at the moment (Xena's lips curled in amusement), though he was trying to look tough. Iolaus. Iolaus was going to have to be watched, but those fiery hateful glances (mixed with the astonished sense of desire) he sent her way reassured the warrior. He really was himself.

She could use that.

She expected Hercules to ask any moment now. His expression was a mix of lust and confusion (just the way she wanted him to be). Men liked sex, but they never really thought about using it . . .Not the way she did. It was a manipulation that she took full advantage of when she needed to.

She noticed that the demigod had a servant girl wriggling and giggling in his lap. Gabrielle, meanwhile, remained very still, though her legs were parted enough for Xena to caress the woman's inner thigh with her fingernails. (It was the quivering which gave away how much the bard liked that sensation.) He'd grow tired of it soon enough. She saw the glances he tossed her way, now that he was trying Not to look. She let her hand roam upward, grazing along the edge of Gabrielle's briefs. She nuzzled her bard's neck, nipping it and trying to make her break her composure. (That had become a game of theirs lately. One of them would assume the neutral and the other would seduce them out of it. They both lost, sometimes sooner, sometimes later, but neither of them minded. It was the game that was fun.) The only indication that she was winning the war was the humidity she felt slipping through the sides of the slaves scanty covering and the way the bard's breathing changed.

Xena caught Hercule's gaze when he made one of those sly glances and smirked while she drew an invisible line up Gabrielle's belly to the tip of her breast. She held his gaze as she circled the nub, then lifted the finger to her lips. . .and licked it lightly. Then she caressed the nipple again. Gabrielle's breath was short and her hips moved slightly. But her legs parted more and that look Gabrielle got, that highly erotic sensitized look, crossed her face. (Short game) Xena grinned and then dipped her head to capture the slave's mouth with her own again.

He'd blinked and his breathing had stopped and resumed with Gabrielle's.

"How much?" He asked, when Xena's lips finally surrendered the bard's. His voice was rough with desire. Xena leaned back comfortably in her chair and pulled Gabrielle extra close.

Xena smiled wickedly and stated the obvious, "She's not for sale." He knew this. They always know this when they asked.

He threatened, "I could just kill you and take her." That was expected too. They always threaten when they forget who they are dealing with. She, however, had not forgotten who she was dealing with. Not by a long shot. However, he was as vulnerable in the briefs as any man, and she knew just where to kick . .or tease. Xena quirked her eyebrow at him and smirked. The signal was definite. This time she was armed, at her best, and alert. She turned her attention away from him and picked up her cup, cradling it between her fingers.

She smiled and nodded at her warlords who were engaged in conversation now. It looked like Vivian was about to be conducting a bit of sport. There were rows of knives on the table. She squeezed Gabrielle reassuringly though she didn't look at her. The warrior drank a bit more. She set the cup back down and stroked her fingers distractingly along the length of Gabrielle's firm belly. Then she turned her attention back to the strong man, raised her eyebrows, grinned even more evilly and inquired, "But what fun would that be?" He looked like he'd just been struck across the face by a trout.

They had him.