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 caressed the bard's belly. "This," she said, "was a very good idea." She smiled toothily. She was still very damp from their loving. Her passion was temporarily assuaged. Very temporarily. She could already feel the hunger of it building. She sighed contentedly, losing herself to the sounds and smells of her bard and the woods around her. The creek burbled happily. Argo nickered and whuffled.
The bard's lips were puffed and wet from kissing. Her hazelgreen eyes sparkled with satiation. She stretched under Xena's hands. The muscles of her belly flexed. "Mmm, yes. It was," the redhead purred. She grinned, feeling pleased with herself. She curled up, turning upon her side. Xena's hand slid to her waist. "We'll have to do this more often."
"Yes." Xena's lips softly covered hers, "Yes, we will." She'd felt so driven lately, so pushed by circumstances that she'd forgotten how good it felt just to rest and be with her lover. Their lips moved softly against each others and the warrior pulled her lover close, sliding her leg between two powerful thighs. She felt the slide of damp gold upon her. She wasn't the only one who could go a second time, but she was in no hurry.
They breathed into each other. Skin brushed against moist skin (for they'd both had a sweat on by the time they were through with that last one). Their kiss deepened, then slowly they pulled apart. Gabrielle opened her mouth to speak, but Xena's finger covered it. The warrior's eyes were narrowed. She was listening. Argo snorted and shuffled her feet, but held relatively still.
She pulled Gabrielle closer. Her breasts pressed against the bard's. Xena's whisper was hot against the woman's ear. "There are five of them," the warlord said.
'So,' Gabrielle thought, 'they'd only recently been snuck up on, or else Xena wouldn't have been so relaxed. By who? Not their own.'
Xena covered her mouth again. This time the kiss was full of fire. She rolled the bard onto her back. Long fingers wrapped around slim wrists, then lifted and pushed back. The dark woman nipped at Gabrielle's already sensitized neck. "What are you doing?" the bard cried out. She sounded panicked.
The warlord lifted her head and grinned wickedly, "Are you going to struggle? I like it when you struggle? Don't make this worse for yourself." The bard blinked, then caught on.
The slave struggled. She writhed, she screamed, she tried to run away and was captured with a brutal tackle. (which oddly felt pretty good considering the grass stain she got on her front. Being tackled by Xena was only a bad thing if the warlord didn't like you. Otherwise it made a body feel wanted, very wanted. Funny how hands that appeared rough felt so gooood.)
It was quite a show. Gabrielle got tied up (very loosely and conveniently close to her staff) The warlord stood over her with lust in her eyes. Her attention was completely on her captive. "Now, wench, lets see you get out of. .YIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIYIIIIAGh!!"
The warriors didn't know what hit them. One moment they were playing peeping Tom. The next they were getting beat and diced and cut and sliced and pierced and thunked. (All those knot lessons had paid off for Gabrielle. . .) It was worse when Xena whistled for Argo. The warhorse thundered in and her hooves and bites added to the damage being done. The meadow, which had earlier been filled with moans of pleasure, was now filled with the copper tang of mayhem and moans of pains from the survivors. The battle was over quickly.
Xena grinned widely. Her eyes were still fired with the zing of battle. She pulled Gabrielle roughly to her and laid on a kiss so strong that it took away the bard's breath. The warrior licked her lips. "Oh yeah, Gabrielle, this was a very good idea." She said to the stunned woman. A strong arm wrapped around a naked shoulder. Xena gave the bard a squeeze, then laughed, "Next time let's bring the frying pan."
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