Hands On Experience--Xena's Scroll
“Xena, why did you leave me?” It seemed like the hundredth time Gabrielle had asked me this, but she knew I was at most vulnerable right now, and had to press the issue once again.
We were laying cuddled in the bedroll, my lower body still singing with the pleasure of having responded to her insistent mouth and fingers repeatedly, and the smell of our lovemaking heavy in the air. I had just thanked Gabrielle for loving me thoroughly and she asked me the question yet again. .
I wound my fingers through her shimmering hair and shrugged. “Gabrielle, I’m sorry. My conscious was weighing too heavily on me, I guess.” .
“You know what I think?” she purred, as if she was suddenly switching gears. Her hips which had been cradled in mine suddenly lifted themselves from my body to straddle my waist. She sat up on top of me. .
I was probably staring in amazement as I thought she was sated, and realized I had been mistaken. “What?” I managed. .
“I think your instincts told you there was a great deal of injustice going on at Shark Island, and you went there to bring it to an end.” .
That’s my bard…looking for the heroism in everything I did, even when there was my motives were more selfish than that. I chuckled and used a standard response,” Well, you keep telling yourself that, and maybe someday you’ll believe that.” .
“Oh you!” she said, pretending to be exasperated before leaning in for a kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I sucked on it languidly as she continued to grind against me. She drew her head back suddenly and said, “Tired?”
“Not too tired for this.” I placed my hands on her slender waist and began to aid her in her movements.
She pulled herself away from my hands then with a smile. “How about this?” She leaned back on her hands and tried to work her center against mine, but it was difficult from this angle. I dutifully slid a leg underneath her until I was on my side, facing my right, while she faced the left. She scooted a bit, and then our wetness met.
“Never too tired for this,” I husked and we began to move against each other in the familiar rhythm, despite the unfamiliar position. “Gods!” Our passion flared anew so quickly, I don’t even know who uttered the oath.
Gabrielle propped herself on a bent arm, and used her other hand to give herself leverage as she repeatedly moved her body into mine. I bent my long right leg to give her free access and just drank in the sounds of our wet cores slapping together. My clitoris, which had been ready for bed just a few minutes ago, suddenly awoke with a throbbing. Gabrielle began punctuating her movements with a slight hip wiggle on the down stroke, and our flesh would cling together before separating again. Instantaneous moans began at this new pleasure. Together we worked toward a mutual climax that finally wore out even my bard. I managed to pull her into my arms, and then we were asleep, dreaming of what had just happened.
Not surprisingly, we slept late the next morning, but not too late for Gabrielle. She grumbled at me when I finally succeeded in waking her, but I just smiled at her as she tried to urge her sore muscles to stretch out. If she didn’t complain about being woke up, it wouldn’t be my Gabrielle.
I went off to hunt up some breakfast, and when I returned, she had taken a bath and water boiling over the fire. Thalassa had generously filled our foodstuffs before we left Shark Island, and the tealeaves she had given us were one of our most treasured supplies. Gabrielle handed me my cup as I took a seat on the large fallen log next to her.
“Good morning,” she said, smiling shyly at me.
I grinned at her. “Good morning.” I leaned in for a brief kiss, then nuzzled my nose along side hers. “How do you feel this morning?”
“Sore…like I used muscles I didn’t know I had.”
“And you’re the one who does yoga.”
“Meanie!” She swung at me with a hand, but missed by a league. She giggled at me. “Was last night okay?” she asked finally.
“Last night was perfect,” I assured her. Images of some of the things we had done warmed my insides more than the tea. “Very perfect. I love you with all my heart.”
“Right back atcha’” she grinned, using one of my expressions. “Now, what did you catch me for breakfast?”
We discussed moving on that day, but decided one more day in this secluded glen was more to our liking. We were just near the edge of a clear lake, and the fishing there was wonderful. We had set up camp at the base of a grove of trees, but there was a large grass covered clearing surrounding us, and just beyond that, the water. A couple of fallen trees served as our furniture, and the canopy of tree leaves our ceiling, and being with Gabrielle made it feel like home, despite the fact that we were in the middle of nowhere. As comfortable as sleeping in a warm real bed made my bard, I preferred being with her in a setting like this, private but open, exposed but secluded.
“What are you thinking?”
Gabrielle startled me with her question, as I was lost in a daydream. She was sitting with her back to one of the logs, scribbling away in her scroll, but had paused to look at me. The better part of the day had flown by.
I was sitting nearby, repairing the leather on my gauntlet, which had weakened once again. I was going to have to replace it soon, as the material had been repaired too many times to hold for long. I broke the string with my teeth, and then shrugged. “Just enjoying the scenery.”
She set her scroll aside. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Gorgeous.” But I was looking at her.
“Xena”, her blush was so charming, and at the same time, alluring.
“I’m done with my repairs.”
“That’s good…”
I leered at her. “I need something else to occupy me…you know what happens when I get bored.”
Her blush deepened, as she recognized the tone in my voice. I saw goosebumps rise on her flesh. “Go take care of your horse,” she said gently. “I’m almost done with my scroll, then we can take care of your boredom together.”
I leaned in for a kiss, and our lips lingered as our nether lips had last night. “Not sore anymore?” I asked.
“Not sore anymore,” she confirmed, and she licked her tongue across my lower lip. “Go take care of Argo, and I’ll be done in a few minutes. I’ll be waiting for you.”
The promises in her eyes made me do her bidding quickly. Argo had found some brambles though, and it took quite a while to brush the thorny burrs from her mane and tail. I took my time with her, feeling like I had been neglecting her a bit lately, and she responded gratefully. She loved Gabrielle, but I think she missed the time when it was just she and I. I fed her the apple I had swiped from Gabrielle’s saddlebag (the punishment she’d give me for it was the real motive), and then gave her one last hug. “See you later, girl.”
Argo nickered one time, and then trotted off for her own adventure. I had a bard waiting for me. I walked back to our clearing quietly, curious as to what Gabrielle was doing now that she had surely finished her scroll. I caught my breath as I saw.
Her scroll was nowhere in sight, which meant it was finished and wrapped securely. The wild turkey I had killed earlier in the day was still hanging securely from a tree branch near me. I had expected her to start supper, but she had other ideas.
She was laying back against the log, her boots off. I had the feeling her eyes were closed, and as I silently changed to another angle, I saw I was right. What’s more, she had one hand stroking over her chest, over the material of her shirt. Her right hand was out of sight, up underneath her skirt. I could see her shivering from where I was.
Gods, was she exciting. She was stroking herself and moaning, and I could hear the name that was issuing from her tempting lips. She was waiting for me.
How to approach her? I could pounce on her and ravage her, but I had done that before. I could call to her name, letting her know I was there, but that might ruin the mood or startle her. A lecherous smile crept across me as I realized what I wanted to do.
I removed my gauntlets and tossed them to land between her outstretched legs. She jumped, but her hands didn’t change position. They stopped moving though, as I slowly approached her.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she purred.
“So I see.” I sat down on the log across from her, and assessed her from head to toe. “I like what you’re thinking.”
Her hands suddenly outstretched toward me. “Come here,” she said.
“No.”
Her green eyes widened. “No?”
“No,” I slid my armbands off and reached for my boots. “I like what you were doing. Why don’t you continue?”
Her eyes left mine as she became embarrassed. “I can’t…” she said, her voice trailing off.
“Why?” She just shrugged in response.
I felt my breeches grow damp as I said, “Would it help if I did it too?”
Her eyes flitted up to mine again. “If you did what?’
“Touched myself.”
Her cheeks flamed red, and I knew I had hit a sweet spot. I wasn’t shy about anything sexual, and the thought excited me. I quickly removed my breastplate and the rest of my armor. I had to rub hard against my leather-clad nipple, but it responded immediately. “MMMM…this IS nice.”
Her eyes were riveted to the fingers of my left hand, until my right one began moving. I slid it down over the curve of my waist and hip, and then crept my fingers up underneath the leather strips of my battle skirt. They met with my breeches covered mound. “Very nice.”
She tried to be casual as she asked me to take off my leathers, “just so I’d be more comfortable.” I did so, and my hands resumed their positions. My nipples hardened further and became evident beneath the thin material of my shift. My other hand was still out of sight.
“Come on, Gabrielle,” I gestured with a shoulder. “I want to see you too.”
Her fingers moved, but she looked helpless. “I don’t think I can…” she whispered.
My eyes narrowed as I studied her innocent, plaintive face. She was aroused, her eyes glazing over in lust, but at the same time, I could see she was feeling uncomfortable with the thought. I would never force her to do anything, but I would be glad to put on a show for her.
“Maybe you’ll change your mind,” I whispered back, and I pulled my shift from my body, then stripped off my breeches. I stretched out my now nude body, arching my back against the log so my breasts pushed forward and my stomach sucked in. I moaned deeply, and so did she.
“I want to touch you,” I heard her, but I shook my head.
“Not yet. I want to touch me first.”
There was a long period of time in my life where giving myself pleasure was the only sexual touch I had known. It had been the same with Gabrielle as we both fueled our fantasies with images of each other, before we could finally admit our love went far beyond friendship. Even after we became intimate, there were occasions where our own fingers could be our only relief, but it was when we were separated. We had spent several lust filled nights admitting to each other what we had done, only to act out the fantasy on the other. But just touching ourselves for the other’s pleasure was something we had yet to do.
“Do you want to watch me, Gabrielle?” I asked in the low voice that would make her tremble.
“Yes…” I know she watched me when I would have to use my hand on myself when I was loving her with my mouth. Sometimes I couldn’t resist reaching down and relieving the pressure when she was writhing beneath me, and her eyes would often follow my movements there, rather than watching my head or closing her eyes.
“Hmmm…” I stroked my hand over my breasts, which were itching with sensation now. I massaged the flesh roughly, making it bulge between my fingers, and a nipple poked out here and there. “Do you wish it was you?”
“Yess….” She hissed.
“Hmmm….” I pinched a nipple hard, and drew my blunt nails over the sides of my breasts, hard enough to leave red streaks in their wake. My ass started wiggling into the blanket below me, as my vagina clamped down on itself. But it would have to wait.
“What do you want me to do, Gabrielle?”
She blinked and met my gaze. Her look was still pleading. “I want to touch you.”
“Not an option…” It sounded harsh, but it wasn’t. Her mind was torturing itself, the inhibitions trying to weigh out her desires. I tried another tactic. “What would you do to me if I let you touch me?”
She swallowed, and then answered. “I’d squeeze your breasts, rubbing my hands against your nipples and then take one in my mouth and suckle it.”
Zeus…suckle! What a great word she used. I moved to fulfill her bidding, squeezing the mounds of flesh, and then stroking my nipples before drawing one to my own mouth.
“Gods, Xena…”
We had talked about this before, but seeing my lips close on my own nipple was something else again. Her hands flew up to her own breasts, even as I began to suck.
I lowered the right breast, and repeated the action on the left, my eyes closing in the process at the pleasure of the action, and the pleasure of hearing her whimper. I released my other breast, and looked at her again. Her attention was riveted on my wet, reddened nipples.
“What would you do next?”
She drew in a deep breath as the game continued. “I’d stroke down the sides of your breasts, over your ribs, and then across your stomach.”
My hands rushed to fulfill her words, and goosebumps rose on my skin. My legs parted and bent, exposing my drenched sex. Her eyes seared into me. I was growing too excited to tease us much longer. “And here, Gabrielle?” I asked, drawing a finger up over my mound. “What would you do here?”
“I’d rub my finger up over the length of your lips, gathering the moisture…and then I’d press it to my mouth, so I could taste you.” I nodded somberly, and did so. Her own pink tongue peeked out, as she wished it was her mouth my fingers were in. I sucked my flavor off my own digits slowly, my cheeks hollowing in from the action. One of her hands crept down her stomach toward her own center.
“And now?”
“I would…enter you…with three…no four fingers, and stroke you inside.”
“And my clitoris…what would you do to it?”
She suddenly seemed to sense how close I was, and suddenly realized how much power she had over me. “I would ignore it,” she whispered. “I would make it pound out its need to you, but not touch it.”
Gods, I had been outwitted by my own game, but I continued to play, inserting four fingers easily into my depth. My inner muscles closed in on my fingers, demanding more.
“How would you move?” I urged, my breath coming in pants. “Nice and slow?” I was hoping to outwit her by making her tell me the opposite, but I should have known better.
“Exactly,” she nodded, much to my dismay. “Very soft and slow.” She got on her hands and knees, and moved closer to the juncture of my thighs, breathing deeply. “Oh yes, that’s very, very nice.”
I gulped a moan, but couldn’t fight the next one back as I felt her warm breath on my clitoris as she moved even closer. “Do you like that, Warrior Princess?”
I fought back an intense wave to grab her and press her head to me. For once, I couldn’t respond. I could merely stare into the depths of her eyes, which were changing before me with a newfound confidence.
“You do like that, don’t you, Xena? But it isn’t enough, is it? It’s like throwing a bucket of water on a raging house fire. You need more, don’t you?”
Like in a trance, I responded….”I need more.”
“What do you need, Xena?” she asked, after slowly sliding her tongue over her own lips. “Do you want me to tell you to touch your clit? Rub it to give you relief? Or do you want me to tell you to move your hand faster, scratching that itch that I just know is about to make you pass out with want? Is that what you need?”
“Yes…”
She smiled wickedly at me. “No.”
She was torturing me now. My hand continued to stroke slowly, but I was threatening to lose my reign of control at any second.
“Stay here,” she whispered, and she crawled seductively to our things. She sat cross-legged as she rifled through my saddlebag, and my eyes closed as another wave of desire gripped me. When I was able to open them again, she was stripping off her clothes, and standing before me naked.
“Remember this, Xena? Our little friend?”
She was holding our phallus in front of her. She hadn’t bothered to pull out the harness that usually accompanied it. I nodded, marveling at her aggressiveness.
“Do you want it, Xena?” she purred, rubbing the tip of it over her own nipples.
“I want it…”
She kissed the tip of it, and my whole body lurched. “It’s so dry…” she crooned.
“Wet it,” I managed, expecting to see her lick it. I didn’t know how that would cause me to react, but was willing to try to find out.
“As you wish, Xena…” My eyes bulged as she slowly slid the phallus down over her torso, and then the phallus disappeared inside her. She pushed it in and out a few times, and then pulled it out. It was glistening. “That’s so much better.”
She got back on her hands and knees, and crawled toward me like some animal on the hunt. When she was in a hairsbreadth of me, my hand pulled away, leaving my sex gaping at her. “I want to do it to you, Xena,” she whispered, her lust dripping from her voice. “I want to fuck you until you scream.”
Gods, how did things get so turned around? I was supposed to be driving HER to a frenzy! “Do it to me…” I echoed.
The phallus hovered near the tip of my body, and I looked down into her eyes. “Please Gabrielle…I need you.”
She barely let the tip slide inside me, and I tried to press down harder. “No, Xena.” She pulled the phallus away. She waved it under her nose. “Mmmm…our scents smell so wonderful!” She licked our juices from the tip of it, studying me.
“Gods, Gabrielle!”
“I want some more…” She inserted the wooden phallus a little further, but once again, when I tried to move, jerked it away. Her mouth closed over it this time.
“I want some more too!” I cried out, shocked by the begging tone in my own voice. “Please, my bard…give it to me!”
She looked up at me, and this time the innocent look was an act. “Nice and slow?” she asked, a hint of a smile on her features.
My body shook with the effort not to grab the phallus and take what I needed. My sex convulsed and sent rivers of juices pouring from me. “Gabrielle,” I growled, as my expression began to darken.
“That’s what I thought,” she smiled smugly, and the phallus slid all the way inside. I didn’t frighten her one bit. She began to move it in long, slow thrusts, but my hips arching toward her urged her to pick up the pace. It wasn’t long before her fingers were brushing against my neglected clit when the phallus was all the way inside. My own fingers clawed at the bark of the log.
“Yesss…” I hissed again, and stretched my back out over the log, so my head could rest against the back of it. I fully exposed myself to her, stretched out as much as was possible, and she continued to fuck me.
“Oh, Xena,” I heard her, and then her mouth closed over my clitoris, sucking it hard and demandingly. Her hand never ceased its movement within me. My body hummed in its trip to a powerful orgasm, and I was so close….
She pulled her lips from me when she realized I was almost there, and my thighs clenched from the denial. Oh, was she ever going to pay for this! If I could just survive it!
I willed myself to calm down and she started again, her lips nipping at my engorged erection as she thrust again, even harder this time. I pushed my head closer to the ground, reviling in the sensations, but trying to prepare myself for her to pull back again.
I felt her teeth rake my bundle of nerves, and the phallus began to pound me. I could hear her unvocalized panting in my mind, “Come for me, Xena.”
Every muscle in my body tensed as my rapture escalated, and then I was crying out her name into the forest. My sex convulsed as the pleasure soared, and I let myself ride it out. She continued to tug at my clitoris with her teeth, making sure every sensation was milked for all its worth. My body gradually stilled, but it was long seconds before I could slide down into a sitting position.
I wanted to look into her eyes, to see what was seething there, but they were closed, and her lips were slightly parted. My own cheeks grew warm as I looked lower and saw her fingers between her thighs, touching herself. It was the most beautiful thing in the world to me at the moment, and knowing I had inspired it made my heart swell with love. She orgasmed a few seconds later, her head pressing toward my shoulder as she murmured her passion. It wasn’t as mind numbing as my climax, but I felt we had crossed through yet another doorway in our lovemaking. She finally moved her hand, and I drew it to my face, sucking in her moisture. After a second, her eyes met mine. Her ravenous expression matched mine.
“I love you, Xena.”
“Back atcha,” I chuckled. I drew her mouth to mine, and shared her taste with her. Against her lips, I spoke the words. “And I’m going to keep on loving you until we’re both sore.”
And I did.
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