The Sovereign was outraged. "SHE WHAT?!!!" He stormed. The sound of a humongous statue flying and crashing against the wall echoed in the courtyard.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 Sovereign was outraged. "SHE WHAT?!!!" He stormed. The sound of a humongous statue flying and crashing against the wall echoed in the courtyard.
Ares grimaced and winced, "She escaped." His eyebrow twitched angrily and he growled out, "I had her chained in the temple but she. . ."
"Temple? Which one?"
"Mine, of course," Ares shifted his head and nodded. A map appeared. "Here. It was close to Olympus, but away from where she could cause trouble. The priest was supposed to. . ."
The demigod narrowed his gaze suspiciously, "That priest had better be dead."
"Oh trust me, she is. Very."
"I should have killed Xena while I had a chance."
"I told you," Ares said. That earned him an evil glace. The God of War shrugged, "I can't help you if you won't take my advice."
The false Hercules sniffed and moved his musclebound self to Zeus throne. He sat quite impiously, and pouted. The buckle on his belt glittered gold. Then he sighed and waved his hand as if it didn't matter, "I'll just have to kill her next time."
"How can you be sure? You've tried just about everything."
The Sovereign grunted and picked an apple off of the stand. He bit into it and breathed out a sigh through his nose as he chewed. Then his glance settled on a brightly lit basin. A grin formed and he swallowed. He didn't bother to wipe his chin, but waved the gold colored apple in his hand, "Did she take that slave with her?"
"The Amazon? No. She got left behind. . .in the rush. She's with Iolaus now."
"Oh?"
"He thought you might want . . .her."
"You know, my faith grows in that man." Hercules, the bad, took another bite then let what was left of the apple fall, with a thump, to the ground. "He's been most tractible, since. .I began training him." The Sovereign jumped and landed right in front of Ares and pulled the War God into a tight and hot embrace, "Much like you." Moist hard lips pressed together for an intense kiss. "When we're done, I want you to fetch the slave. I'd play with her a bit, but We'll use her as bait instead."
There was another hot, fast kiss, "As you wish." Ares could feel the press of his desire move. Gods, if only. . .the other Hercules had . . . Half of this one's charms. . .Then again, maybe . . .there was a way. . .to find out. . .Later. They vanished to a conveniently located bedroom, leaving one lonely half eaten apple.
Iolaus told Gabrielle to stay put. In fact, she knew she should, but it wasn't often that a bard, especially an Amazon slave Queen bard had a chance to see the *real* Olympus. Other writers just imagined what it would be like. She was there in flesh and blood. It was an opportunity she could not pass up.
So she roamed and she learned much. She learned that comfort was pretty much the same anywhere, whether God or mortal, but that Gods. . .well their spaces were full of magic. She'd found this one mirror that seemed to change as she watched it. She saw herself in many ways, even to the wearing of strange glass objects balanced by metal on the ridge of her nose. She felt as if she were looking at versions of herself, rather than. . .at . .herself.
It was odd.
But she liked it, and she made a note on the piece of scroll she'd secreted away.
Her wanderings took her past doors that seemed to open to other worlds. She was smart enough not to pass through them, though she had a curious yen to follow the tracks she saw in the desert. Instead she followed the zigzagging patterns on the walkways. That eventually led her to a lyrical crystaline room with a throne in the middle. It was a handsome piece and she realized that her feet were tired.
It was probably time to head back.
That was when she saw the apple and her stomach burbled hungrily. Well, it had been, such a long climb and she'd not had anything since this morning and her satchel. . .Well, Iolaus had done something with it. There was a whole bowl of those golden fruit and she could smell the sweet scent of them. They reminded her a little of Xena. A little.
Mostly they reminded her of food.
She was truly hungry.
That decided her, since she doubted that the Gods kept poisonous things around to eat (since what would be the point?). She sat herself down upon the throne, and being the tidy person she was, picked up the half chewed apple and set it upon the table by the bowl. Then she picked a fresh one for herself, lifted it to her mouth, and bit until the sweet juice dribbled down her chin.
Oh, it was sweeter than anything she'd imagined, filling and delicious. Her tongue buzzed with the taste of it. Crunchy, juicy, sweet and only slightly pulpy. It was a perfect apple fit for a perfect place. It was considerably delicious and she heartily approved.
She ate the whole thing, even the seeds, though they were a bit more bitter than others she'd tasted in her life. The stem she left besides the other apple, and then she wiped her chin carefully and licked her fingers. OH, that was beyond good. She sighed happily and patted her belly with contentment. Then she closed her eyes and dozed, with every intention of leaving soon.
"Gabrielle!!" She was startled awake by Iolaus' hiss. His hand gripped her arm where the Soveriegn's had. It hurt.
"Ow! Iolaus!" The bard protested.
"Sorry." He let go abruptly. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
Gabrielle yawned, stretched, "Sorry, Io, I'd meant to get back. Honest."
He looked frustrated, but nodded, "Well we've got to. . ." He caught sight of the apple and felt a concern rush to his chest. He pointed at the apple, "You didn't. . ."
. "That?" Gabrielle shrugged it off, "No, I just found it . .oh there, about where you're standing. Put it back on the table so it wouldn't clutter, you know."
"Oh, yeah. Makes sense. I guess." He looked about the throne room, feeling an anxiety that he might be caught away from his assigned room, "Come on, let's go. I don't want the Sovereign to find us missing. He's bad tempered enough as it is when I'm gone and I . . ."
"Don't worry about it, Iolaus," The deep voice caused a shiver down the bard's spine, and Iolaus'. "You're exactly where I want you to be." The tone was goodnatured, for once. A large hand curled in the man's hair and forced him to look up. Then still salty lips took his and kissed him deeply, until he moaned. The kiss broke roughly, moistly and Iolaus couldn't believe he was disappointed. He wondered who it was that he was tasting, though he suspected. . .It was a flavor that he was becoming familiar with.
"Now," said the Sovereign as he gazed intently at Gabrielle, "Let's talk about what is going to be happening to you." He smiled evilly and grabbed her by the sore arm, again. Gabrielle had a feeling that she wasn't going to like what he had to say.
As she was being dragged from the room, a small gust of wind passed by. The stem rocked upon the table, rolling back and forth. Athena appeared and, holding the object between her fingers, disappeared once more.
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