I’m not exactly sure when I first started thinking about it, but the minute I did, I couldn’t think about anything else.
Maybe it was the way the king and his people praised me for the way I protected them, telling me repeatedly that despite my small stature, I made them feel safe and secure as I escorted them home.
Since we really hadn’t encountered anything dangerous, I don’t know how they were so sure I was such a good bodyguard. I suspected Xena’s convincing them I was the right person to escort them had a lot to do with it. There was NO doubt she would be capable of protecting anyone, and she had given her word that I was just as capable as her.
Well, maybe not just as capable, but good enough.
The king, and his wife, I noted with consternation was quite taken with my Warrior Princess, and whatever she said seemed to be the only word to believe. Therefore, whatever she said about me had become canon to them, hence, the repeated claims of adoration for my abilities to watch over them.
Somewhere along the line, I stopped being embarrassed, and started thinking about what was being said. That was the seed that began to grow into the plan that was now monopolizing my every thought.
When my mission was complete, I had a two day journey on my own, that left me with even more time to think through what I wanted to do. I rode my horse at a leisurely pace, keeping one eye open for danger while my mind was thinking up ways to bring about what I wanted to have happen.
I had so many things to be grateful for when it came to traveling with Xena. One of them was being aware of my surroundings even when I wasn’t consciously thinking of them. I had just left a small village which had absolutely nothing to aid me in accomplishing my plan, and was wondering if I had time to detour toward the larger village to the southeast before returning to the town I was to meet up with Xena in. Ahead on the path, I caught sight of a wagon that jangled nosily as it loped along. It could only mean one thing…a peddler.
I urged my horse to a trot, and caught up with the wagon in no time. Sure enough, sitting in the driver’s seat was a portly man, dressed in the colorful robes of a salesman. He beamed at me.
“Hello, Little Lady, beautiful day, isn’t it?”
I was too busy inspecting his wares to do more than offer a grunt as a reply. He had the usual assortment of pots and pans, trinkets, rugs, and cloth.
I think my lack of a response made him a little nervous, so he spoke again. “Looking for something special?” he asked me.
I rubbed my chin, and looked up thoughtfully at him. I smiled finally. “Good day, Sir,” I said. “I’m looking for a dress…for my sister. Do you have anything in blue?”
I swear he began salivating when I pulled the pouch stuffed with dinars out, but in the end, we were both happy with the transaction. I ended up lightening the weight of the purse considerably, but I had two complete outfits that were going to fit perfectly into my plans. Now I just had to get back to the village I was to meet Xena in before she did. I thanked the merchant again, then hopped on the back of my horse, and urged him to a gallop immediately.
I don’t know if my horse was sensing my excitement and shared in it, or if he was just ready for a good ride, but he flew across the countryside, quickly eating up the distance between us and the village. I was thrilled, and wondered again what I should name him. It was a running joke between Xena and I, what to name the newest addition to our “family”. Xena seemed to delight on names like “Junior” and “Short stuff”, but it was all in jest, as she was impressed how well my horse and I suited each other, and how much power and strength he possessed. He and Argo made a formidable team, and I was now leaning toward “Titan” for my steed’s name.
We arrived in the village in the early morning, and after stabling my horse with a farmer who lived on the outskirts of town, I paid his son well to make sure my horse was well-groomed. I had to concentrate on grooming myself.
Once in the sanctity of the room, I pulled out our new clothes, and once again noted they should fit us both perfectly. Not wanting to ruin my surprise with Xena, I refolded hers carefully, and repackaged the outfit, before spreading mine out on the bed. The news the inn keeper’s wife had given me was so perfect, and although I didn’t really expect Xena back for a few hours, I didn’t want her to catch me here, getting ready for what I had planned tonight. That would ruin it all, and I was relieved when there was a knock at the door, telling me my bath water had arrived.
I bathed quickly, and after a hasty drying off, slid into my new outfit. Oh yeah, I couldn’t help thinking as I checked myself out in the mirror. The clothes fit perfectly, and when I pulled the hat over my eyes, I was able to achieve the look I had been dreaming about the last couple of days. I finished straightening up the room, wrote a brief message on a scroll for Xena to find, and after saying a hasty prayer that she arrived in town yet today, left the hotel so I could surprise her later.
A few hours later, my heart was pounding in tune with more external parts down lower. She hadn’t even seen me! But, gods help me, I had seen her, and it was all I could do in resisting aborting all my plans and tackling and ravishing her right here on the spot!.
My cooler head prevailed however. While I had no doubt once she had realized it was me and what I had in mind, Xena would be totally willing to play with me, I wanted to make that first moment of recognition one truly to remember. I wanted to catch her off-guard, as she was so good at doing with me. Especially when we were playing Jess and Melissa.
I was seated at a table in the far corner of the dining room of the inn when I had seen her riding Argo past the front door, looking none the worse for wear. At first, I considered disappearing from sight, in an effort not to be spotted, but since there would be no sign of my horse in town, and the fact that I had my saddlebag and belongings with me, instead I took the chance that all her lessons in stealth would pay off.
It seemed to work. Gods, she looked so gorgeous, so imposing as she entered the inn a few minutes later, but she didn’t even glance my way as she nodded at the inn keeper then bounded up the stairs. I couldn’t help but grin, proud of myself.
I continued to sit there for a while longer, until I saw the inn keeper’s son begin to lug buckets upstairs. That meant that my plan was being carried out. He was carrying the buckets to Xena’s and my room, and if all went well, she’d accept the offered bath, and then dress in the outfit I had left for her.
Xena would no doubt figure out what was going on when she saw the dress I had left for her, or at least she would know I had some sort of game afoot this evening. I decided not to risk staying here in plain sight twice, so I went on ahead of her to the dance. The inn keeper’s wife assured me she’d let Xena know in a nonchalant way where most of the town people had gone, and Xena would figure out the rest on her own. That was one of the great things about having a very smart lover.
The dance was already underway when I arrived at the barn near the edge of town. The people were joyfully celebrating the successful meeting of the kings who ruled the lands on either side of their village, and from my corner of the barn, I saw much excitement and merriment going on. I have to admit I was a little surprised when a few approached me during the proceedings, not because they were smiling so broadly, but because they were women. The men kept their distance, but more than one lady…maybe I should change that to females…seemed to notice me and want to draw me out of my slouch. I offered a cold smile and a shake of my head to all of them. As much fun as it would be to well…be in the middle of something when Xena arrived, I didn’t want to risk getting more involved with a situation than I wanted.
I tried to stay calm and collected as I waited for her to enter the barn, but she seemed to be taking an inordinately long amount of time. It allowed my mind to wander to past adventures with Xena, and I was glad I was in the shadows of the barn, because I know my face would have given me away.
There was one major difference between the role playing I had in mind and the kind that Xena had carried out in the past. Whereas before, she would take the masculine role and I played the feminine part, this time, I had reversed it. I was aching to see Xena dressed in an ultra-feminine role, while I became the male aggressor.
The first time we had been Jess and Melissa had been at Delle’s, which was a huge brothel in Athens. Delle was an old friend of Xena’s, and had been having some trouble with her clientele being robbed. When Xena and I stepped in to help, we had gone undercover in order to catch the thief. I became one of Delle’s “girls”, and Xena had surprised me by showing up dressed as a customer. But oh, what a fantastic looking man she made! I had been quickly caught in her spell, and although it was slightly embarrassing for her to “manhandle” me in front of the crowd at Delle’s establishment, it had been incredibly exciting.
The other time “Jess” had made his appearance had been as the captain of a ship where I was taken “hostage”. Pretending to be a captive to the dashing commander had led to her seemingly taking me against my will, at least at first, but of course, it was all an act and one I had willingly taken part in.
And now, I had found a hunger growing to change roles with her…to become the man to her woman. I don’t think I had the guts to take her in public, but I was certainly looking forward to at least the courting…the seduction of her. I think I was looking forward most of all to seeing her reaction to me.
I saw several heads turn the moment she walked in. Gods, she looked even more beautiful than I anticipated, and I could tell immediately she had taken the time to style her hair, and was taking pains to act even more feminine than usual. She exuded the confidence that she always naturally bore, but instead of the confidence in her own power, it appeared to be more of a confidence on how terrific she looked.
I stayed where I was in the corner of the barn, curious as to how long it would take her to spot me. Just as the outfit I had left her was totally new, so was my own, and with the crowd of gentle revelers, I hoped I’d be able to blend it at least a little bit.
I watched her move through the throngs of people, a pleasant smile on her face most of the time. A few times, a man would approach her, and she would give them a “hands off” look, and they would be discouraged. I saw her slowly scanning the people in the barn, and she turned in my direction, seemingly looking right at me. She didn’t react though, and continued to look around her.
I watched her give the occupants of the barn one more thorough look, and didn’t see a spark of recognition in her yet again. That rather pleased me, but I decided to make it easier for her. I had pulled the brim of my hat way down over my face, and now I shoved it up a bit, exposing more of myself to her. I was hoping my clothes and the fact that I had put my hair up would keep other people from noticing I wasn’t quite the man I pretended to be.
But apparently, I had acted too late, as I saw her turning to leave the barn. I quickly scooted from my hiding place and headed in her direction.
Her long legs were rapidly closing in on the exit to the barn, and I had to jog to catch up with her. I did though, and thinking quickly, took a chance.
“What’s your hurry, Gorgeous?”
I felt her tense as I touched her lower back, but figured she would be aware of her role as feminine, and wouldn’t respond in normal Warrior Princess fashion, by turning and kicking my ass. She quickly turned her head, and I saw immediately that she had recognized me.
The tenseness in her features soon disappeared, and in its place was a bittersweet, mocking smile. “I was supposed to meet someone here, but apparently, I’ve been stood up,” was her response.
I wasn’t sure what angle she was going for, but I tried for the charming approach. “Someone’s foolishness is my gain.”
My charm was ineffective on her though. “I don’t think so,” she replied haughtily, and she walked off from me, laying down the challenge. She wanted to play hard to get.
I had to pick up my feet again to catch up with her, but I did so as she neared the long table that many of the party goers were sitting at. I asked her what her hurry was.
Gods, she had to know that even when she was putting on the air of disgust at being pursued by me that she was breathtakingly gorgeous! She told me she wasn’t interested, but I took my fate in my own hands, and grabbed her by the arm so she had to whirl to face me.
“Do you mind?” she snapped, sounding very annoyed.
“I don’t mind at all, Baby,” I retorted. It wasn’t an act when I looked her up and down and obviously liked what I saw.
“Well, I do,” she replied, and she yanked her arm free of my grip with her far superior strength. I had to grin as I watched her retreat to sit between two older women at the table.
I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly she was trying to do, so I slipped back in the shadows again, watching her interact with the women on either side of her. They seemed to be doing most of the talking, but Xena responded a few times. A man approached and took off with one of the women, then I saw Xena give a seductive smile, as her eyes lit on me, and she must have said something that amused the remaining woman.
They smiled and talked a minute more, then another man had danced off with the older woman, leaving Xena sitting by herself. Not for long though, as I hastily approached again, and took the seat vacated by the first woman.
“Now that Mom’s gone, let’s try this again,” I said, trying to show a little humor of my own.
She tossed her head in my direction, and then she froze, and for a moment, the only thing I was aware of was her bright blue eyes staring into mine. “You’re the most incredibly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I said then, meaning it with all my heart.
She responded with a demure expression, that gave me the impression she was going to become more easy to get along with. “Thank you.”
Pleased she was going to be more cooperative, I asked her what her name was. I expected her to say “Melissa” which was the role I usually took, but instead she changed Jess to “Jessica”.
I thought quickly and responded with “Nice to meet you, Jessica. I’m Mel, and I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you.” This was very true, the moment she had come to the defense of me and my townspeople so many years ago in Potodeia, I had fallen madly in love with her.
Her voice was very soft as she replied with, “There’s a difference between love and lust.”
I couldn’t disagree with that, and told her I was feeling both of them right now. Once again, it wasn’t a lie.
I loved the look of dismay and doubt she seemed to take on. She told me I should look elsewhere for someone to take care of my needs, but I countered with she wasn’t even giving me a chance. I gave her a charming grin again, and told her I wasn’t used to being turned down.
Her eyes twinkled as she replied with, “Get used to it.”
The merriment in her expression told me a lot. “You can’t tell me that you don’t find me at least a little bit intriguing,” I beseeched, continuing to use the light touch.
She didn’t respond to that, and I pressed my advantage. I asked her if she wanted to dance, but she shook her head almost immediately. Beginning to grow frustrated with her playing hard to get, I pressed on. “Oh come on, Jessica. Surely you’re not afraid to dance with me?”
She told me she didn’t like to dance, and I tried to appeal to her gentler nature with a heartfelt “Please?”
She shook her head at me, and when I asked for a good reason, she told me she couldn’t dance. That certainly wasn’t the truth, and I wondered why she would come up with that excuse. Perhaps it was because despite the tall shoes I wore and the flats she wore, I still was a couple inches shorter than her, and she thought we would look awkward.
And perhaps, just perhaps, she didn’t want to dance because she was feeling the same pressure I was, and was afraid I would draw out our time on the dance floor. Maybe she would rather be alone with me, where we could do a more horizontal movement in tune with each other.
I really liked that idea, but I couldn’t help but think what Xena would do if she was in my situation. She would try to tease me as much as possible. “Come with me,” I said, taking her hand.
I led her to a relatively private space underneath the staircase and told her we could dance there. As if on cue, a love song began to play.
I tried to be as chivalrous as possible as I held out my arms to dance, but she was suddenly holding me much closer than I expected, her long, graceful arms wrapped around my neck. Seems my theory that she was wanting to hold me close was the right one.
I wasn’t sure if she was going to keep up the ruse now that we had a bit of privacy, and apparently she wasn’t. “I’ve missed you,” she said softly and sweetly.
I affirmed I had missed her too, and then we both shared that our trips had gone successfully and smoothly. I admitted that I had been slightly bored with the lack of action, and it had allowed my thoughts to wander to ways I could play with her.
She asked where I got the clothes, and I told her the details. I also told her that I had chosen the color of her dress well…it highlighted her eyes among other assets, to perfection.
We continued to talk easily for a couple of minutes, and then I couldn’t resist becoming more aggressive. I pressed my face into her neck, telling her how good she looked.
I couldn’t help tasting her, and loved the way she shuddered in response.
She smelled so good, and told me she was wearing my perfume. The heady mixture affected far more than just my sense of smell, and I tried to press even deeper, in a preview of what I’d be doing to her down lower very soon. I couldn’t resist teasing a little. “You sure changed your mind in a hurry, Jessica. Aren’t you worried what the people of the village are going to say?”
I was thrilled with her answer when she replied, “Let them think what they want. I finally gave in to your spell and I’m not letting you go now.”
I reminded her that I was the one who had the hold on her, but couldn’t argue with her when she said it was mutual. Her eyes darkened when she whispered it, her lips forming a smile that I had learned to recognize as one of hunger and love for me.
The music seemed to swell, and her eyes slowly closed. I pressed my face even closer to hers. “Do you mind if I kiss you, Jessica?” I asked. “I’d really like to taste those beautiful lips of yours.”
That caused her eyes to open, and her smile grew broader. She told me she didn’t mind. “Yours look pretty delicious too.”
I swear, time stood still in the instant I finally felt her lips against mine. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, and was immediately opening my mouth in an effort to draw her in deeper.
.I would have been content to stand there like that all night, and I felt her mouth working just as hard against mine. Her fingers were digging into my shoulders as mine were staking their claim in her hair, and I was just beginning to feel comfortable when she suddenly pulled away from me.
I was puzzled for a split second, and then realized exactly what happened. So wrapped up in the kiss, we had neglected to hear the music had stopped and a crowd of curious people were now looking at us. There were chuckles and a few aww’s coming from all around us.
My arousal was so great that I was sure those around us could smell it. I thought that would give away my true gender, and I suddenly felt embarrassment flood me. Before I could stop it, I felt a blush begin to cover my face.
Xena obviously noticed my dilemma, because she pulled my head to hers again, and I know it was to cover my reddening face from the onlookers. I saw a slight shake in her shoulders, and knew she was pretending to be the embarrassed one.
Thankfully, the crowd fell for it, and I heard some laughter, and then they were wandering off. I had to tell her it was quick thinking.
She looked slightly amused, but not in the kind of way that made me feel more uncomfortable from being made fun of. “You ready to get out of here?”
I was SO ready to get her away to a private more spot, but I continued to fill my role as Mel. “What did you have in mind?”
I held my breath when she leaned in close to me and husked, “I have this void in me that I think only you can fill.”
Any discomfort was now long gone. “Yep, I’ll bet I’ve got the right thing…I can’t wait to see how it fits.” I know she had to have felt the phallus I had tucked inside my pants earlier, and I pressed it slightly into her now.
It was time to get out of here, and I slipped back into my aggressor role, and took her hand, leading her toward the exit. I grinned and nodded back at the men who gestured at me and Xena, giving me congratulatory looks. There was no doubt she was the most beautiful woman there, and she was all mine.
Once outside the barn, I took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air and the tingle that swept through my body. Something didn’t seem right though, and I quickly turned. Sure enough, there were three men who could have left the barn by coincidence at the same time we did. Coincidence except I could tell by their expression that they had an agenda.
A few thoughts raced through my mind as I appraised the situation. Uppermost was the thought that I could now make up for the near spectacle I had made of myself after the kiss. I wanted to protect my women and kick these three idiot’s butts.
“Jessica” asked the men what they wanted, and I was taken aback by how feminine and afraid her voice sounded.
The men quickly made their intentions known when one of them answered, “We just want to show you what a real man is like.”
I wanted to handle this group, and I hoped Xena realized it. I’m pretty sure she did when she responded with, “I have a real man. And I think it would be best if you three just moved on, before he proves it to you.”
I grinned at the men as they ignored her and closed in on me. Time to show them what Mel could do.
The men were typical street brawlers, and in all honesty didn’t offer a whole lot of challenge to me. Xena played her part well, and as soon as I had sent the last one sprawling, threw her arms around me, thanking me profusely and telling me how brave I was.
I just wrapped an arm around her, and gave her the “aw, shucks” attitude. We continued the walk back to the inn, with her gushing her praises the whole way.
I was feeling cocky in more than one way by the time we finally made it upstairs to our room. She pulled the key out of her cleavage, unlocked the door, then had a hold of my arm and was yanking me into the room.
I was a little startled by the strength she used, but when I heard her whisper, “I need you to fuck me,” I think I got an inkling of what was going on. She had gotten turned on watching me beat up the thugs, really getting into her role as the “helpless” female, knowing her man was fighting to protect her.
I didn’t waste any time in taking back over, and I slammed her ass back so it was pressed flat against the door. Defending her had been pretty arousing to me too, and as long as she was so worked up, I decided to go with it. “And I want to fuck you,” I replied.
The energy I had drawn upon when fighting the men was still seething though my body, and I used it to take control of her as our mouths sought each other out in a breath-stealing kiss. I made it a point to press my dick into her, and she liked that a lot, pressing back with an equal intensity.
The feelings that were coursing through my body were some I had never felt before, at least not to this degree. I had worn the phallus before, had dressed like a man before even, and had seen Xena dress like a woman bent on pleasing a man. However, I had never done al those things at the same time, and I found it having a profound effect on me.
I decided to test my newly discovered power. I put my hands on Xena’s head, and when I pushed, she willingly kneeled at my feet. “Suck me,” I told her, and I felt my clit swell by just saying those two words.
I think she was getting into it as much as I was. She tore my pants open, and pulled the phallus out through the peehole in the front of my men’s breeches. I shivered a bit just from the eroticism of looking down and seeing what she was doing.
She was skillfully working the phallus against my cunt, her hand pushing then pulling against the swollen membranes between my thighs. It felt good, but that wasn’t what I asked for.
“Quit teasing, Jess!”
I thrust my hips forward as I barked out the order, and was relieved when she looked up at me with one of those wickedly seductive looks that could make my clit jump from soft and hidden to exposed and erect within about two seconds. She continued to look up at me, as she opened up her mouth and sucked me in.
I quickly had my fingers buried in her hair, and was caught up in watching her orally caress me. Gods, it was so hot to watch, and it wasn’t long before I was ready to be the one begging her for mercy. It was everything I could do to keep from coming when I saw she had her hand under her dress, playing with herself while she blew me.
“Fuck, Jess!”
Somehow, I was now the one who was being pushed back against the door, and when I exclaimed the words, she offered me her fingers so I could taste what her sucking me had brought out in herself.
“Is that an exclamation or a request?” she asked me.
I was able to take a deep breath and growl, “Both.” Then I was on my knees, determined to take control again.
And control I took, as I was suddenly on my knees, between her thighs, pulling up her dress even further. She wasn’t wearing underwear, which surprised and pleased me, and with my own breeches still on, I plunged deep into her on the first stroke.
Oh yeah, she was most receptive! I put a hand on either of her breasts, but there was something exciting about leaving her dressed while I fucked her, so for now, I didn’t bother undressing her.
Xena, on the other hand, seemed to want at least part of my clothes off. She was groping and grabbing at my shirt, and as soon as she could rip it off of me, went to work on the tight cloth that was holding in my breasts. Her fingers found my nipples and partly to thank you for freeing them, I reached down and began to finger her clit.
Hearing Xena…Jess…growl in the back of her throat and feeling her convulsively pinch my nipples as she fucked her hips into mine was enough for me, and I came hard and loud. I muffled the sounds by biting into the delicious flesh of her neck, and once the tidal waves had subsided, left my head there so I could suck at her pulse point. Her own climax arrived mere seconds later. She shivered and moaned, and then was smiling up at me, letting me know she wanted more.
“How about moving to the bed now, Mel?” she said, only her voice belying the fact that she had just come hard.
Oh yeah, a nice soft bed would be good, but I had to tease her a bit more. “Can we move without losing this?” I asked her, making sure I moved in just the right way for her to realize I was talking about my cock which was still firmly embedded in her pussy.
“No, but think of how much fun we’ll have trying to regain the sensation,” was her light-hearted reply.
I had to chuckle at that, but my mind was already on something else. I wiggled my hips a little as I pulled out of her, the wet slurping sound making us both groan out loud. I pushed myself off her, and stood up finally. She sighed and made a sexy little movement with her mouth, her eyes focused on my midriff. My perpetual erection stood proudly out of my breeches.
“Come on,” I said, reaching down and taking her hand.
She allowed me to pull her up, but the moment she was standing next to me, her hand was on the phallus. “Gods that looks hot on you standing up so hard and proud like that,” she said.
I gave her a little smirk, and then unwrapped the dress from her tall body. I stepped out of my pants finally, but thought if she liked the look, I’d leave the underwear on for a while longer. When Xena had stepped out of her shoes, I put a hand on each side of her chest, and gave her a non-too-subtle push. She dutifully fell backward on the bed, arms and legs akimbo.
I stood and just looked at her for a minute. She had been so cooperative tonight, suppressing her normal commanding persona to let me call the shots, and now, the look she gave me was almost shy. I realized she was waiting for me to decide what we were going to do next.
I climbed on the bed beside her, and then sat back against the headboard. She took my offered hand again, and didn’t resist when I pulled her so she was kneeling on either side of my neck, my head directly underneath her womanhood. “Turn around,” I told her. “I want you to jack me off while I’m making you come.”
“Oh yeah,” she half whispered as she quickly moved to obey. My hips rose involuntarily off the bed when I felt the first stroke of the phallus against my rigid clit. I sought to retaliate by lifting my mouth, and sucking in both of her labia simultaneously.” Gods, Mel, you are just full of surprises,” I heard her murmur, before she was bending over to once again take my cock in her mouth.
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