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. :)

All Hercules wanted was a chance at that . ...ooh. .so. .sweet young slave in Xena's arms. He didn't even want to have her for keeps..Just a taste. Maybe a couple of candlemarks of fun and he would let them go. Xena had a point after all, what fun was a battle with out the enemy. And this battle was looking to be more and more. . fun. ..Especially if this experience with Xena was telling him anything. This was not the woman he knew, nor the woman he'd chased out of his camp. This was a crafty hardened warrior with more power, more sexual punch than . . .

Gods, did she *have* to do that. He watched (and twitched some) as long fingers drifted dangerously close to sleek britches that were obviously only there for appearances sake. What if . . .yes. . .A taste. He envisioned himself with his face between the slave's legs. He licked his lips in anticipation and made his bargain and Xena made hers.

He blinked in surprise at her request. Safe passage. Zeus Knickers! She smirked at him knowingly and he had to respond with a grin of his own. Well, of course she'd known his plans. But things had changed. Some. Well, his request was small. "Hardly fair Xena."

"Ah, but you haven't tasted anything as sweet," she purred as her hand deliberately cupped the juncture between the slave's legs. He heard the fluid moan and knew it wasn't for him, but was affected anyway. He watched as the Amazons behind Xena's warlords shifted uncomfortably. They were dressed as slaves, but he knew. They were too. . .strong looking, fierce. .to be slaves.

Amazons. Well, the rumor was, the slave was very important in Xena's camp. Her role was somewhat mysterious, yet the word was that she was well respected. She had, according to his spies, been quietly developing sympathizers among the ranks, people who would follow her anywhere. Obviously, these Amazons were among those sympathizers. He'd heard she was their queen, but hadn't believed. Yet, the evidence was there before his eyes. So, the little one was very . . .subtle. She warred with Xena, was captured by the Warlord, but was she conquered? Someone to watch out for. The Question was: How loyal was she to Xena and what would she do to win her freedom?

Oh the difference a little training makes. If he'd known he would never have permitted. . . he shook his head (it looked like another twitch, just farther up). . .that was a whole different time and place. He was here now and dealing with truly most dangerous woman (possibly women?) in the world. The son of Zeus found himself having an odd liking for this Xena. She was clever, erotic and scary. It turned him on and that feeling was doubled by the thought, that if he wagered right, he'd have them both this night. He'd win the war, but who said he couldn't have fun in between. A little at a time, and he would have them.

Then, he'd have them begging to stay. Xena would make a worthy consort. If he worked it right, he'd have the Amazon Queen as his too. His lips curled into a wolfish smile. He would win this game, no matter the outcome. After all, he was the strongest man on the planet and the Gods were trapped on Mount Olympus, save for those pesky three. Ah, but He'd take care of them later. He looked at the fair creature in Xena's arms and then at the wily Warrior Princess and lusted. "Done."

Xena was quietly exultant. She could almost see the wheels turning in the half god's head and with the way his eyes glinted at her, he was heading in the right direction. She pulled Gabrielle into a lengthy kiss, then backed away enough to gaze into hazel eyes the color of desire. She pulled the woman's hair lightly, drifted her mouth close to slave's neck, then whispered, "Are you okay with this?"

Gabrielle's whisper was more firm than her apparent state of desire would indicate. Her lips barely moved, but Xena heard, "Whatever it takes Xena, I go where you take me." The love she felt for this woman, not just her desire, filled Xena's entire body at that moment. Such trust could not be bought. It was only given. She thought briefly on darker times and valued the gift even more. Their mouths made contact again, and Xena nearly moaned for the joy of it, but somehow she stopped herself and slid her mouth away. She turned towards Esther and whispered the command.

Vivian's stance was one of confident composure. She smirked at the man besides her and flexed a muscle. He sneered and took his throw. The knife sliced through the air and slid into the wooden mug as if it were bread fresh from the baker's. Vivian toed the line, nodded once to her lovers, turned her attention to the target, made her throw and missed.

The knife sunk into the fly on the surface of the wall and stayed. Vivian closed her eyes and turned away from the mark on the floor. The mercenary besides her stopped the her with an easy hand on her arm. "Good play," he said. "Two out of Three?" He smiled toothily. She looked to Xena, who appeared to be dealing with a recalcitrant slave, then returned his grin.

Gabrielle started off of Xena's lap as soon as the knife hit the wall. She realized suddenly that she had no idea what Xena intended and could only hope. Her heart was pounding. Her expression was desperate. She slid out of Xena's arms and made two steps before being roughly grabbed from behind and thrown harshly against the table. Her backside pressed against the table. Her hands grasped its edge, then lifted and searched for something, anything. A glint of silver caught her eye. She reached for it.

Xena's powerful hand came down on hers and stopped the movement abruptly. Gabrielle stared up into flashing blue eyes. Her body quivered. The olive skinned woman's displeasure was more than evident.

"Going somewhere majesty?" It was said just loud enough that those near Xena's table could hear. There was a noise of metal against metal as the leash was efficiently threaded to attach leather bonds and a 'necklace.'

Abruptly, there was a slim sharp blade in one of Xena's hands, the one the slave had been reaching for. The other yanked on the leash, pulling the Amazon closer Eyes colder than the metal that smoothed against Gabrielle's neck sent real fear shivering through the bard. Xena's voice was feral. "We made a deal Amazon. You'll abide by it, or I swear I'll tear apart that Nation of yours piece by piece." It was a vow that stung Gabrielle to the core. Her eyes widened and she gasped. This was the Warlord and Gabrielle believed her.

The strawberry blonde held still, oh so still, despite the trembling in her knees, as the knife slid delicately along the skin of her throat, down past her collar to the middle of her chest. Xena lifted the blade delicately so the point lightly grazed the bard's skin at the point of her heart. Gabrielle tried to keep her breathing even. All that neutrality which she'd learned seemed to vanish. She didn't dare look down. Xena had her full attention, "Well?"

The Queen of the Amazons felt the threat of tears and fought them back bravely. She nodded oh . . . so. . slowly, defeated. The blade was lifted and the tawny Warlord grinned. "Good." It disappeared from Gabrielle's sight, but it was only a few heartbeats before she felt the slim blade slide through the band of her briefs. There was the feel of the back of Xena's hand at the front of her waistband, the sound of cloth being cut, ripped. Gabrielle's expression became one of stoic pride. She started to turn her head. She caught sight of Hercules' smirking presence and groaned.

"Look at Me," Xena barked and the slave lifted her eyes again and was consumed in azure fire. The other side was cut, but she hardly felt it. Xena's arm reached quickly behind her and she was almost embraced. It wasn't until she felt the pressure against her cleft that she realized what the Warlord was doing. "Spread your legs." The command itself sent tingles through her spine. She felt frozen and it wasn't until she saw the arch of Xena's eyebrow that she managed to comply, a little bit.

Xena hadn't said how wide. It was a small success, but the warrior didn't let the slave keep it. She felt Xena's leg slide between hers. Her foot was pushed to the side, by the warrior's boot. The bindings kept Gabrielle from reaching around as she normally would have and produced a groan that mixed pleasure with frustration.

The silk slid evenly against her ruby pearl causing it to stiffen and throb even more than it already had. A myriad of signals swept through Gabrielle's body. She was filled with Xena's nearness, the press of the chain and metal breastplate against her skin, the danger, the warrior's scent. She was nearing the point of no return. She felt the cloth slick away from her body. It was released, though she wasn't.

She felt the sodden briefs being pushed into her hands. "Hold this," Xena commanded, "Don't drop them." There was a leer that made Gabrielle feel like she was in peril of something she *wouldn't* like if those briefs were to fall. She clenched them tightly, amazed at their slipperiness. Her own scent wafted up. Gods. She was so aroused. She was so scared. It was amazing, all Xena had to do was look at her a certain way and she was shivering with fear or bliss. The Amazon Queen inhaled a shuddering breath that changed to a gasp at Xena's fine touch.

The strawberry blonde could feel Hercules looking on with a mix of desire and curiosity. Iolaus was trying not to stare, yet looking painfully sideways despite himself. He turned to watch as the new target was brought out. He wouldn't share in this. He wouldn't.

Xena's fingers played among the new growth of curls. She reveled in the feel of them, almost petting them before sliding her hand lower. She didn't waste time. Two fingers slid expertly to their mark and in. She thrust deeply. Then she withdrew fingers that were completely covered with Love's honey. The stocky woman barely managed not to cry out. So close, only to be denied.

Suddenly they were moving. The compact woman was dragged along behind the warrior. She was suddenly grateful that she wasn't wearing a choke chain. She clutched the briefs to herself as if they were a link to her freedom.

Xena stopped just before reaching Hercules. Gabrielle shakily took her place behind. The demigod raised his eyebrows and the Warrior Princess leaned forward. She took a quick lick as if sampling the taste and grinned. Delicious. Then she began sliding those slick fingers under his nose. He inhaled deeply and his whole expression changed, almost softening. He felt warm wet fingers press against his lips and beard. "Here's your taste," she purred.

It wasn't what Hercules expected. He'd thought that he would be . . .well. . .It didn't matter what he thought. This was what he got and it was more than fine. He grinned broadly. Then the half god grasped Xena's hand gently and licked those proffered fingers. "Mmm," he purred in return as he finished, "you were right." Xena's smile deepened. Gabrielle's heartbeat started to resume its normal pace (kind of), "She is sweet."

He didn't immediately let go of her hand, but made sure that he cleaned off every single bit of juice before freeing her. Xena smiled when her hand was freed. She grinned wickedly and flashed a look towards the briefs in Gabrielle's hands. His gaze followed the hers to the strong hands clutching the garment. Ah yes. He heard Xena's voice as if from a distance. "Care to make another wager?" There was no question about what his answer would be.