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. :)
They still had to fight their way out, but their chances had been increased by the various drugs which had been, through the incredibly sneaky efforts of the Amazons, slipped into the wine. Some men were asleep, some were puking their guts out and some were quite dead (by sword or poison) by the time Xena and her people made it out of camp. She knew Hercules had lied.
Hercules' had been a sleeping draught that had been deliberately seeded into his last cup of wine by Xena herself. This was after she'd convinced him to strip for their next sport (after another "loss"), a supposed tryst involving the three of them; her wife, herself and the muscular bearded man. He'd been so excited that he'd been more than cooperative, even to the point of letting Iolaus place the chains upon his wrists. He'd smirked through the process, providing "helpful" remarks to the smaller blonde man. Iolaus grimly maneuvered the chains where they ought to go.
Xena had some the information she needed once she got a good, up close look at the man in chains. She was looking for something she'd noticed before, but hadn't really paid attention to. It was much easier to see when he was nude and the evidence just plain stood out. She'd caressed him with her whip, walking around him once or twice with a speculative look on her face.
The partying noises the warlords and mercenaries made could be heard wafting through the door's crack. It was reassuringly normal and Hercules had relaxed into his role of "observer." The slave had waited silently to the side of him, relegated to waiting on Xena's pleasure. Again. She was quivering with need and Hercules could. . .taste it. .still. . . It had amazed him at Xena's proficiency at keeping the woman hovering just at the edge. It was like the time he'd watched a performer spin a plate on the fine end of a sword. With a few strokes now and then, he could have kept that plate spinning indefinitely.
Too bad the juggler made better target practice.
Hercules' speculations about Gabrielle, could have applied to himself. The Mediteranean still hadn't even touched him, save with that leather instrument of hers. He'd been aware of his desire, but not how thoroughly Xena (and the drug) had coaxed him, until he'd felt the whip strike twice against his back (very unexpectedly. He'd thought she'd only been teasing) and his whole body responded, not with agony, but with astounding release.
That's when he knew he was in trouble, for his body folded in on itself, supported only by the chains that held him. He watched blearily as Iolaus rushed forward, only to be punched out by the Warrior Princess. She'd turned and lifted Hercules' bearded face with the hilt of her whip. Then she'd gazed deeply into his eyes. "Tell me who you are!" she commanded.
It had been a queer demand, at an odd moment, and he couldn't resist the truth, mostly, "Hercules." She'd looked at him for long long moments. He feared for his life then and fully expected to have his throat slit. But she'd just asked him a pointed question.
"So where's your twin?" Xena's silky voice grabbed the redhead's attention. Gabrielle twisted her head around so fast there was a whooshing noise. The bard opened her mouth to say something, then closed it.
The question had gotten Xena a drunkenly startled look that changed into one of drunken triumph. Hercules had sneered, "In the void. You'll ne. .v. .e ..." he slid off into a helpless sleep before the Warrior Princess could pose her next question, the one that urgently simmered in the back of her mind.
How?
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Gabrielle didn't say anything until they were a good distance away. She'd wanted to wait until they were somewhat safe before venturing to where she needed to go. When she'd felt the pressure of Xena's arm against her abdomen, she judged them safe enough and then asked, "How did you know? That he's not. .I mean. .He looks like. . "
She could practically feel the smirk.
"He was . . .shorter."
"Oh." The bard had blinked. "He seemed the same to me."
"You've slept with him?" Xena had asked, still sounding smooth. It occurred to her that Gabrielle was thoroughly naked under the cloak.
The bard figured it out. There was an inhalation then an, "Oh. ." The darkness hid her raised eyebrows.
"Xena?" The warrior felt her hand being moved to someplace warm.
"Yes?"
"Please?" Her voice quavered slightly.
Long fingers pressed, invited into a slippery haven by tilted hips. Argo slowed to a halt, though Gabrielle's feet pressed into the steed's sides. The horse was following the subtle signal of it's mistress. Gabrielle made little sound, save for quick breaths and the slicking noises of sex. The spiral overtook her quickly (since she'd been MORE than ready) and her cry had been muffled by the hot pressure of Xena's mouth.
It was total release, and she'd relaxed back into Xena afterwards feeling both tired and spent. "Thank you, Xena." She managed to gasp out.
Xena's warm breath covered her cheek. "No, thank you." She'd whispered fiercely as Argo started moving again. Her voice held a wealth of affection, "Because of you, we have a bit more time to play with. I'd never have been able to . . ."
Gabrielle spoke softly, "Yes you would have."
Xena looked out into the dark, "No . . .I wouldn't." She was almost whispering, "It's good you were there Gabrielle, to remind me what I wanted." There was a quick kiss on the cheek. Gabrielle blinked, but didn't say anything.
Xena laughed coldly, "Other wise, I might have just joined him," there was a slight pause, "and then taken over. . ." The cloak Xena pulled over Gabrielle didn't keep the redhead from sudden chill she felt.
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