Xena's Scroll--The Furies Revisited...Part 2

I took to the trees as the sun finally began to dip below the horizon. She was there at the camp, sitting on the same tree trunk I had used. A scroll was on her lap, but she wasn't writing in it. She was sitting nervously, occasionally looking around, sensing I was near. I watched her for a long time, letting her own mind enflame her. Oh yes, this was going to be good.

Finally, she laid the scroll aside. She stood, and stretched, her breasts straining at the front of her shirt. I held my breath, waiting to see what she would do. She knew for sure now that I was watching her.

Gods, what a minx! She lay down on top of MY bedroll, and picked up MY whip, which I had left beside MY saddlebag. She began running her fingers over the length of it, caressing the leather as she liked to caress the leather of my battle dress. Oh gods, was she asking for it!

I jumped from the tree silently, and with a few steps, was standing above her. The sky was dark now, and there was no moon. I knew the campfire would throw flickering light on my features, and I had no problem putting a sneer on my face. My teeth flashed in the ebony night.

"What are you doing with my things, Gabrielle?" I asked.

She looked at me with that little girl expression, and I bent down. I grasped the front of her shirt. "Do you like my whip? You like the way it feels beneath your touch?"

She gulped up at me, speechless for once. I used it to my advantage. "My whip is just like me, Gabrielle," I breathed in her ear. "It has many skills." I ripped the leather from her hands, and lifted her with my other. "Let me demonstrate."

I pulled her roughly behind me, until we were at the edge of the clearing. Gabrielle's eyes widened when she saw the tree, the vines already in place. "Look familiar?" I sneered, and then I shoved her back against it. She whimpered as I wrapped the vines around her arms and legs, and tied her securely against the tree. She could move her fingers and toes, and that was about it.

I sensed her fear, and had to put her mind at ease before I continued. I leaned forward so my mouth was near enough her ear for my breath to tickle it. "I did this before, and told you I couldn't be trusted. This time you can trust me, but we don't have to do this. Tell me now, do you want me to stop?"

Her head pulled toward me. "Gods, no, don't stop!" she pleaded, and my mouth bore down on hers hard, my tongue plundering her mouth. Three days of pent up frustration were in that kiss, and we both felt it plow through our bodies. She sucked on my tongue, not wanting to end the moment, but I had far more in store for her. I tore myself away, and stepped back.

I curled the whip over my shoulder, and crossed my arms over my armor as I studied her up and down. She squirmed against the tree, and I caught a glimmer of wetness on her thigh. "Excited?" I asked.

"Xena," was all she could manage, and her eyes drifted close as she shuddered. I was close to her in seconds.

"Keep those beautiful greens open, Gabrielle. I want you to watch everything I do to you. If you can't keep them open, I'll blindfold you and you'll regret it, I assure you!"

Her eyes snapped open again in a heartbeat, and I chuckled, satisfied. I stuck my tongue out and licked across her lips, which opened to me for another kiss. But I resisted, and stepped back.

"Do you want me to keep my armor on, Gabrielle?" I asked, rubbing my hands up my stomach and over my breastplate. "I know how you like the way it looks on me. Or do you want me naked? So you can see what you do to me?"

She licked her lips, where my tongue had been seconds before. "I don't know," she whispered.

I smiled freely. "Decisions, decisions," I seemingly mused. I had decided long ago the answer. "I think I'll do this naked…makes for easier access for myself."

That earned another shiver from her, and I slowly removed my armor for her. The gauntlets and armbands were first, then the boots. Next was the breastplate, and then I reached behind me to unfasten my leathers. Clad only in my shift, I took my time carrying my clothes back to my bedroll, bending over deeply. I heard her gasp as she saw that I had removed my breeches hours ago. I'm sure she could see my glistening center. All that stood between nudity and me was my shift.

I picked up my whip, and moved to stand before her, and lowered the straps on each side of the shift. "Do you want me to take it off?" I asked.

"Yes, please," she breathed.

I grasped the bottom of the shift, and then hesitated. Her eyes pleaded with me to continue. I released the hem. "Xena, please! I want to see you!"

I shook my head at her, enjoying this game. "I don't think so…not yet. I like the way the cloth scratches at my breasts. It feels good." I saw her gulp as I widened my legs in front of her. "Do you play with your nipples when you touch yourself, Gabrielle?" I asked. My center clenched with my words, and I saw it had the same effect on her.

"Well?"

"Yes, Xena." Her face was pink.

"That's what I thought. Your nipples are very sensitive. I like the way they stand out so firm when I touch them." I stepped forward, and brushed my hands across her chest. "Oo…they are already so hard." I was tempted to use my dagger to release the lacings, but we didn't have any replacements in our supplies. Gotta remember to get some at Paone!

I untied the laces, and her breasts sprang free. Her nipples were a dark pink, and tightened to the point of delightful little nubs. The skin of her areoles were pebbled and constricted. Gods, was she ever ready!

"You have lovely breasts," I crooned, and I reached up to scrape my fingers along the sides of them. Light pink streaks appeared immediately, but it wasn't because I had hurt her. Her light skin had a tendency to do that. "And your nipples…gods, I could suck on them for hours." I tweaked them both, harder than usual, and she squirmed. I saw more juices making its way down her thighs. "Do you want me to suck them, Gabrielle?"

"By the gods, yes!"

Her begging eyes were almost my undoing, but I held my ground. "Later," I promised, and I ran my nails over her stomach. She sucked in her breath, so her abs shrank away from my touch. "Don't want my hands on you? Oh well."

She whimpered more strongly as I reached for my shift and removed it swiftly. I pointedly draped the whip over my shoulder and stood proudly before her, my aroused body betraying my own desires. "I'll use my hands on myself, then."

Her mouth and eyes gaped as I ran my hands over my neck and down to my breast. "Did you know that I can suck my own nipples, Gabrielle? Can you do that?" She nodded, not trusting her voice. I lowered my head and pulled my breast close to my mouth. "It's very nice, but not nearly as nice as your mouth tugging on me." I released the breast, and my hands began moving down over my own stomach. "But we have to save something for later…I'm too wet to think about that right now."

I ran a hand through my folds, and held it up in the camp light. My fingers were glistening. I held the hand near my mouth. "Do you want a taste, Gabrielle?"

"Yes, please."

I chuckled again, knowing I was being cruel, but knowing it would be worth it. Stepping closer, I ran my wet hand over the tips of her breasts. She groaned. The scent of my center was surrounding her now. Her tongue slipped out. "Please?"

My smile returned. "Only if you're a good girl," I said. I returned my hand to my cove, and it made a sloshing sound. Gods, I was drenched!

"Oh, this is nice," I purred, my eyes never leaving her. My breathing grew deeper. "How many fingers do you use when you touch yourself, Gabrielle?" She wriggled against her bonds, and didn't answer. "How many!"

"Thr-three."

I held up three of my long digits. "Three is a nice number…just enough to fill without straining too much. My fingers are much bigger than yours."

She just made a little sound as she continued to stare at me. "Do you ever use four?"

"Y-yes."

"Me too," and I plunged four fingers into my vagina, moaning at the sensation. This little game was exciting me as much as it was exciting Gabrielle. I pumped my hand a few times, and my thumb brushed against my clitoris. I considered having a good come in front of her, but decided to torment myself too. As my stomach began to contract with an orgasm, I pulled my hand away leaving my inner muscles to spasm at nothing, and my climax was denied. It hurt briefly, but I calmed myself, and then reached for her skirt.

"Let's get this out of the way…oh…you're a little damp!" The skirt removed…I dropped it so it pooled near her bound ankles. She was now clad only in her boots and underwear. I could see the dampness had permeated the crotch of her panties…and could clearly see the outline of her fleshy mound. I bent and removed her boots.

"What do you think about when you touch yourself, Gabrielle?" I asked, stoking my fingers over her mound, my touch feather light.

"You…always you."

"Really? You don't think about some of those cute boys you used to flaunt in front of me?"

"No…n-never."

"Are you sure?"

Tears were forming in her eyes, and I felt guilty. "Xena…it's always you. Those boys were to make you jealous…you know that."

"And what about Petracles…and Iolas? They weren't boys…"

She knew what I wanted and she gave it up to me. "They had been with you…I wanted to be as close to you as I could…" Her face reddened in shame at her confession, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Don't cry," I said, my voice gentling. I leaned in and gave her a warm kiss, not demanding, not even sexual. "I just wanted to know if I had guessed right."

She shook for a few seconds, but I slipped lower and sucked a nipple into my mouth, stoking the fire. I was done with my questions about her past interest, knowing it was a very sensitive topic. I let my teeth nip her, and she was soon over her tears. I nursed at her roughly, my other hand kneading and pulling at the other breast. I could taste my own moisture on her breasts, and it caused my own core to convulse. After licking the other breast clean, I pressed my mouth to hers again, and this time, she could taste me. She drank me in, as I slid her underpants down her thighs to rest on top of the forgotten skirt.

I bent my legs a bit, and rubbed my pubic mound over her center. Her lubrications mingled with my own, and we were both soaked in a matter of seconds. Despite her bindings, she tried to press harder into me.

"Tell me what you want, Gabrielle," I whispered into her ear, as I pressed my own breasts firmly against hers. She managed to rub her nipples against my own, and I felt fresh fluids slice down both our legs. "What do you want me to do to you?" She couldn't answer, and I swirled my fingers suddenly through her sex. "You're so hot, Gabrielle…what do you want me to do to you?" She just continued to stare into my eyes, her mouth trying to form the words and failing.

I pulled away again, the sensation of losing her warmth leaving mine hitting me like a fist in the gut. "If you don't tell me, Gabrielle, I'll bring myself to climax and leave you tied to that tree so you can't do the same."

It was a promise she knew I'd keep. "I want you to touch me!" she screamed finally, into the night air.

"Where, Gabrielle?" I smiled, my hands inching toward my own sex.

"Everywhere…inside…I want you to fuck me, Xena…Gods, I want you to fuck me until I cum all over you!"

That was even better than I had hoped for. "What about my mouth, Gabrielle? Do you want me to use my tongue?"

"I want your hand, Xena,…" she said finally. Her voice was quiet and shaky. "I want it hard…I know you want to give it to me hard. Fuck me, Xena."

Ah! Finally, I had what I wanted. She loved it when I used my mouth…of that, I had no doubt. But tonight, I had worked her into such a fury that my mouth would be too gentle for her…she wanted to be taken…just as she put it…hard.

The whip had been curled over my bare shoulder the whole time. I indicated it in the light of the campfire. "You want it hard?"

I saw the terror in her eyes briefly, and then she remembered my words to trust me. "Hard…" she whispered back.

I ran a hand through across the juncture of her thighs. It came away drenched. Before she could protest, I pressed the hand to her mouth, and my own mouth lowered to hers. Together, we licked my hand clean, our tongues brushing each other and our breaths blowing across the other. Leaving my mouth there, I reached down and plunged two fingers deep inside.

"Gods, yes!" I heard her groan out her relief against me as I began to move my hand in a pistoning motion. Another finger slipped inside and I began pumping in earnest, lifting her to her tiptoes with the motion.

"Hard enough?" I snarled.

Her eyes found mine. "More," she pled, and I immediately added another finger. Four fingers…she had never taken that many but I slipped inside her easily. She was producing enough oils for more, but I sensed this was enough for now.

Her body began to wrack in great shudders, and I could feel her breathing pick up speed. Her nipples reached out toward me, and her mouth grew lax beneath me. She was so close.

I stopped, and she screamed at me.

"Why?"

I pulled the whip from my shoulder, and eyed her curiously. "Something wrong?"

Her eyes were gleaming in frustration, and her breasts were heaving. "Are you trying to kill me?" she demanded, her power of speech evidently restored.

I stepped forward and caressed the side of her face with my whip handle. "No, my love…if I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already." I chuckled at my own joke. I deftly released the knots of the vines holding her, and caught her before she could fly at me, as she was obviously going to do. It was easy to pull her arms behind her back, and my whip was soon tied securely around her hands, once again restraining her. "To your…no…my bedroll…now."

She stepped out of her skirt and underwear, leaving them behind. Her legs shook as she dutifully moved to do my bidding. She now knew that this wasn't over, not by a heartbeat. She stood on my bedroll and looked wondering at me.

"On your knees, Gabrielle."

She struggled to her knees, arching her back so her chest thrust toward me. Gods, but she was beautiful! I pressed myself forward, so her mouth was even with my core. "Feel how hot you've gotten me."

Gabrielle dove in like I was a lake, her tongue licking up my juices and bringing more forth. She expertly found my clitoris, and she pursed her lips around it, sucking hard in the rhythm guaranteed to bring me over. "Oh no, you don't," I said, pulling away with a hand on her head as I felt my excitement triple. "I just wanted you to know you're doing your work well."

She hissed out her frustration, and I knew she was at her limit. Zeus, I was at MY limit. "Still want me to fuck you?"

Tears were forming again, but they were different tears now. I knew what they meant. She was afraid to answer me…afraid I was just leading her on more. I leaned forward for a kiss. "Are you ready?"

My words of "Be ready" must have been echoing through her brain. She managed a nod, then lowered her head to my bedroll, still on her knees. I ran my hands through her hair, then up over her back. The perfect globes of her ass were stuck up in the air, and she wiggled it enticingly, trying to find relief for an itch that only I could satisfy. I moved so I was beside her, my head facing the same direction as hers.

"Here it comes," I told her, and without ceremony, my four fingers were inside her again, jamming hard against her until she was grunting with each thrust. She quivered and shook against me, her face burrowed in the place I made my bed each night, yet I could tell she was trying to steel herself for my denial of her pleasure again. But I was done torturing her, and slid underneath her. My mouth closed on her enflamed clitoris, and I began to suck in rhythm with the strokes of my wrist.

With a cry, her orgasm finally overtook her, her inner body milking my hand in concentric waves. Her sex pumped juices into my waiting mouth, and she thrust hard against my face, then my hand in turns. I rode out her pleasure easily, and my fingers found my own clitoris, and with just a few touches, I cried out my own rapture against her pulsating flesh. She finally collapsed on me, her body weak from exhaustion, my hand still buried inside her.

I eased my fingers out of her, and took one last lick of her slit, savoring the flavor of her juices. My own core throbbed with pleasure, and my fingers were wet as I released her from the whip's hold.

Her hands pulled at me immediately, and she lay on top of me, her embrace threatening to smother me. "Xena…gods, Xena…how did you know?"

It took me a moment to recover, but I quirked an eyebrow at her. "Know what?" I asked curiously.

"Know what I've been dreaming about." Her mouth covered mine in a kiss of gratitude, and I pulled the edge of my bedroll over us…my brain racing with the new knowledge.

What else did my bard dream about?

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