The Xena and Gabrielle XXX Scrolls:
Part 4--The Furies Revisited
By Shana and Kye
I love sleeping, especially with my warrior as my bed. My favorite place to lie is in the small distance between her shoulder and breast. Her continual scent is my addiction; with every breath I inhale, I take in a part of her.
The dreams I have had lately are powerful, and the physical effects it has on my body starts my day with needing Xena to make love to me as soon as I open my eyes. It seems I've been waking up alone too often the past few days. Since her confrontation with The Furies, she has acted distant. I fear they took away part of the love she has for me.
It's the same scene…Xena is laying between my legs; my legs wrapped around her back, grinding into me and making me want her literally inside me. Her body completely covering my body, I love having as much of her flesh next to mine as possible. Looking up at her as she moves, watching her sweat dripping down to rest on me, and seeing the look of ecstasy on her face makes me flood with wetness.
I woke myself up moving my hips, my hands brushing my own center, wanting more. I reached for Xena and instead found a cold blanket. How disheartening to reach for her and she isn't there. My mind races with questions. Is there someone else? Is she not attracted to me anymore? Is the sex we have not dangerous enough? I could certainly change that. I will have to admit that her dominance at times draws me to her. I would like for her to understand I will do anything to keep her with me. Pleasing her is my priority.
Calling her name, I heard her say "Over here" not too far from our campsite. I was tempted to use the privacy and finish touching myself, because the need for her inside me was only mounting each day. Finding her and trying to see that spark in her eyes was more important.
By the gods, she was gorgeous. "What's wrong, Xena?" She seemed a little shaky in her reply. "Nothing's wrong." Reaching up to kiss her, her mouth was so warm and completely inviting. I wanted to get on my knees and place my head firmly between her legs, lapping up every ounce of moisture that came down from within her. But she suddenly moved her mouth from mine, and I noticed that her cheeks were rather flushed. I was worried that maybe she had been sick and hiding it from me. Feeling her face, I noticed she felt feverish, but she insisted she was all right. She finally snapped, "Don't touch me!" and my eyes began to sting with tears that I immediately dried up. I was mad and hurt. I was very concerned about her, and I missed her tremendously. She said she was sorry and blamed it on not having her weapons. At least she held out for my hand for me to walk with her.
Not feeling needed and loved by her probably hurt more than anything. She occasionally pulls herself away from me, and I try to be very patient. I try to give her space with whatever she might be dealing with. Leaving our campsite, our trip to Paone seemed especially quiet. My heart grew heavy inside me, and I guess Xena could sense my worry.
Almost an hour had passed and we hadn't spoken. I had studied her, trying to sense the reason for her silence. Maybe there is someone back in her hometown that I don't know about. She finally broke the silence and said, "Look, I'm sorry."
It almost made me mad. Why was she putting me through this? I was the one person in this whole world who loved her more than life itself. And I'm the one she acts like she could do without. How is that supposed to make me feel? But fear underlies the small feeling of anger, because I can see how nothing my life would be if I didn't have her.
She began explaining that there was a problem, but it wasn't about me and it was something she had to work through. How could she keep anything from me? Under my breath, I muttered my curiosity about another love interest, and of course her perfect warrior hearing skills picked up my mumbling. She made me repeat myself, and at my confession she had jumped off Argo and directly in front of me. I was a little surprised at the speed of her dismount. I knew I had struck a major nerve to get this kind of response. Good or bad, I was about to find out.
"How can you ask that?" she almost yelled, seeming really pissed. I was preparing myself for the worst, and tried responding with more anger than hurt, to give me an edge. I told her I thought she had changed these past 3 days. Lately, she has seemed more turned off by me than turned on. She hasn't touched me, and has barely held me while we have slept. When I began explaining my feelings, my emotion took over and the tears were there before I could stop them. I let her know I knew she had been touching herself. I found that exciting, actually. I just don't want to miss the performance. Anything that Xena does can be deliciously sexy.
She drew me close, and let me know there was no one else. This was such a relief and I felt lighter already. Being held in the warrior's arms is a haven. Being held in her heart is paradise. "I love only you," she said, and this only made me cry harder. I couldn't understand why she hasn't wanted to make love to me. She has never lost interest yet, but something has changed.
I held her tightly, and began to think of the time we started falling in love with one another. We didn't feel the freedom to discuss it, I suppose because we were afraid to reveal our true feelings. At that time, she distanced herself from me and I later learned it was because she didn't trust herself. She didn't know if I wanted her to touch me. How could she ever doubt? Since the incident with the Furies, was she afraid she might hurt me? Her small form of "bondage" when tying me to that tree was very exciting. I felt ashamed to admit it. Here she was, battling with a force that had sentenced her to both persecution and madness, and I was having thoughts about being touched without any way to respond. That was it. It had to be.
"Did this have anything to do with the Furies?" I was almost certain I had nailed her, enjoying the good news this was going to be to me if it was true. Just remembering that scene at the tree, I felt myself become wet. "Is there something you are wanting to try, but are afraid I won't be willing, Xena? I'm open to new experiences if you want to teach me." She had a very far away look in her eye, like she was thinking about something very deeply. I desperately wanted her to make love to me, or even talk about making love to me. She put me on hold though, and said, "Not now...tonight…" Telling me she loved me, she mounted Argo once again and seemed entertained that I was playing along with this new quest. I completely trusted her, because she had never let me down before. Waiting for nightfall was going to feel like forever.
There was a certain amount of danger and excitement in the unknown that awaited me tonight. It made me incredibly turned on, knowing that Xena had some sort of plan. And knowing that we have been apart the past few days, she would be wild with her lovemaking. I couldn't help but envision her naked body doing things to me that made me willing to beg. A little torture has its advantages in the long run. A few times, she has pinned my arms down while on top of me. Being restrained while being touched by a woman as beautiful as Xena is torment, but the reward at the end makes every ounce of agony worth two ounces of ecstasy.
Traveling a little farther that afternoon, Xena received a cut on her thigh during a slightly unfriendly meeting we had with some thugs. I told her to let me take a look at it, but when I put my hand on her leg, it was like lightning bolts from Zeus had struck my nerve endings. I would have let her have anything she wanted if she would have taken it, but she told me to gather some firewood and not to touch her again…until she told me to. I tried to keep her interested in the view while I went about my chores. A little extra bending over and heightened cleavage couldn't hurt. I was already so turned on that I knew my nipples were in visibly hard. She suddenly left camp and said in a command-like voice, "Be ready." Oh yes, this was going to be quite a night.
I unrolled a new scroll, and even the smell of the parchment wasn't enough to keep my mind off the aching between my legs and the remedy she was for my problem. I was a bit nervous, but it only added to my anticipation. I decided that Xena was most likely watching me from somewhere near. Knowing I could lure her to me a little quicker, I laid down on her bedroll, sort of playing with her whip. I didn't expect her quite so suddenly, but there she stood. The sky dark behind her, the firelight revealing her beauty-yet the dominance she felt set the mood.
She startled me by seeming almost angry. Asking with a sneer, she wanted to know if I liked touching her things, referring to the whip I had been touching. Grabbing me and dragging me to a tree, she was very rough and forceful. She wrapped the vines tightly around my body with my arms to my sides. A slight fear filled me, but she quickly sensed my need and leaned in close to whisper that we didn't have to do this if I didn't want to. That alone turned me on…the way she cares for me. Telling her I didn't want to stop, she kissed me-and gods, how I had waited for that kiss. I've missed her mouth on mine, how it fits so well with mine, the warmth and softness, her tongue, how she moves it against mine-her kiss is lovemaking in itself. I loved having her inside my mouth, but she didn't let it last long. I was ready.
The urge to touch her was killing me. Not being able to move was complete torment. She had me so turned on, and then stood back and stared a hole up and down my entire body. I felt somewhat embarrassed when she noticed my own wetness streaming down my leg.
The shyness was forgotten when Xena started to completely seduce me. First she told me I had to keep my eyes open to watch everything she did to me. Teasing me, she moved in closely and traced her tongue over my lips. I couldn't keep my mouth from opening, to savor the feeling of her mouth in mine. Warm and smooth, the sensation of her licking my mouth caused my center to contract. She moved away quickly, and made things even worse by asking if I wanted her to keep her armor on or to be naked, revealing what I do to her. Feeling like my heart could jump through my throat, there was no room for my voice to escape. She undressed slowly and painfully, even taking her own sweet time carrying her clothes and boots to our bedrolls. To top it off, she bent over; legs stretched long and tight, and showed she had on no underwear. She was trying to kill me. There was no doubt.
Returning to me, she asked if I wanted her to take off her shift. She was going to pull it over her head, and then decided she would keep it on a bit longer. "Xena, please! I want to see you!" She told me not yet. Spreading her legs apart, I could feel myself throbbing at the thought of touching her, or licking her.
She began asking a few questions that were so personal, but I had nothing to hide. She was always my desire, the only lover I wanted. And she was being so incredibly sexy; everything was even more arousing than usual. Studying my chest and then referring to my nipples, she stepped in and rubbed the back of her hand across my chest. The sensation only made me wetter. My nipples were so hard; she could have made me come with just a few strokes of her tongue and mouth. She unlaced my shirt and exposed my chest. "You have lovely breasts" she said and lightly rubbed her fingers around them. "Do you want me to suck them?" I felt faint at all the blood rushing towards my center. I couldn't wait to feel her mouth all over my breasts, but again to my disappointment, she said, "Later."
Removing her shift, I could see that her own nipples were extremely firm. She appeared to be very wet, and this only made me want her more. I was aching for her touch, but I also was aching to touch her. She reached down and touched herself. I could see her drenched fingers in the firelight, and craved to suck each finger until it was clean. I could practically taste her. She teasingly rubbed her wetness across my nipples.
She thrust her fingers inside herself, making me whimper like a dog. By the gods, what a gorgeous creature. She knew how to push every button with me, how to break me down until there is nothing left except desire. "How many fingers do you use when you touch yourself, Gabrielle?" Once again, I had almost lost the ability to communicate. She had me in a daze, and the craving between my legs was almost more than I could stand. She touched herself-moving deep inside herself-and I thought I might faint while restricted against the tree.
She removed my skirt and then started interrogating me about who I thought about when I touched myself. This hurt me more than excite me, because Xena was the only person I had ever truly loved. And since I had begun falling for her, I never thought of anyone else when I touched myself. Why would I want to? It was always Xena for me. I needed no other visual images.
My eyes stung with tears of embarrassment, but she quickly kissed me and let me know things were okay. She then bent down and took my nipple in her mouth, and soon her hands were on my chest, finally beginning to touch me the way I had desired. She came up and kissed me, her taste on her own mouth from my nipples. She pressed herself hard against me, our wetness mixing and increasing. Gods, this was bliss.
"Tell me what you want, Gabrielle. What do you want me to do to you?" Our nipples rubbed together, my body trying to break free from the vines. I wanted her so desperately. Our skin was hot to the touch, and her body felt so good as it rubbed against mine. I couldn't concentrate clearly enough to answer. I could just hear myself breathing very hard. She grabbed my face and whispered in my ear, "What do you want, baby? I want you to tell me…" She was going to make me speak to her, or else. Finally, I yelled, "I want you to touch me!" I told her I wanted her to fuck me, and to do it hard. I wanted her to fill me completely, and I could take anything she had to give.
She collected some of my wetness on her hand and brought it up to our mouths. We each licked with a hunger, and then she moved her hand down and went inside me. She moved with such force, pumping wildly and asked if it was hard enough. I wanted even more of her inside me, and the juices that were flowing so freely made it so easy for her to move in and out, fucking me like I had wanted for so long. I was close to orgasm, but she suddenly drew back her hand and wouldn't let me come. I was angry when she stepped back and so casually asked if something was wrong. I needed her but was not being allowed to move my body. The refraining had taken its toll.
She untied the vines and immediately wrapped my hands behind my back in her whip. At first, I thought she might strike me with the whip, but she told me to go to her bedroll and get on my knees--my wetness streaming down both thighs like a river. She stood directly in front of me. Her center was at my mouth, and she told me to see how hot she had gotten. She let me taste her…. definitely a sweet reward. I sucked her clit, which seemed larger than normal. She was definitely turned on, but stepped back and stopped the pleasure my mouth was finding.
I didn't think I could stand one more delay. Seeing that I had gone my limit, she asked, "Are you ready?" She bent and looked into my eyes and made that connection I had needed these past few days. Yes, I had missed making love with her, but I had missed her more than anything. She connects with me in a way I don't think I can describe. We are one in so many ways. It's the most wonderful feeling, sharing your life and heart and love with the perfect mate. On the contrary, it hurts when that person doesn't seem to feel that love.
With my hands still tied behind my back, I lowered my head to her bedroll. I felt her move behind me, her breasts brushing my lower back and creating new wetness seeping from my lips. She shoved almost her entire hand inside me, with no resistance from my center. I was slick and ready to take whatever she gave. Fucking me hard, my body was responding to how good she made me feel. Never leaving my vagina, she turned and slid beneath me, spreading my legs a little further apart. I was open and ready for her mouth to take control of my entire body. She circled my clit with her tongue, hardening her tongue a little more with every round. She barely sucked me in, applying a steady suction while she fucked me from below. I sat up above her, seeing that her face was drenched with my wetness. She started sucking my clit in long, hard strokes, using the same rhythm in which she was fucking me. I wanted to prolong the pleasure this was giving me, but I couldn't fight any longer. The total groans of pleasure that were coming from beneath me only made me want it more. I moved hard against her tongue and the force of her hand entering me. Xena's mouth totally drinking in all my wetness and the way she touched me sent me spiraling into the most intense orgasm. Feeling her hand leave my right thigh, I heard her moaning with me and knew she came with me.
She stayed inside me until my body calmed. After untying the whip and freeing my hands, I moved to lie on top of her, completely exhausted; yet completely satisfied. We didn't speak for a short while and just enjoyed the feeling of the moment. The night was clear and we had made love with every ounce of strength we could find. "Xena?" She was tracing her fingers along my back, thinking about all that had happened. "You do know that I liked what you did tonight, don't you? Ever since you tied me to that tree when you dealt with the Furies, I've thought about the intensity of excitement it made me feel. I want you to be satisfied with me-never bored." "Gabrielle, I could never be bored with you." Reaching for her whip, I decided to make sure she was anything but.
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