Gabrielle looked up and saw Xena leaning forward in the saddle, her right hand outstretched. As if in a daze, Gabrielle took the proffered hand and she felt herself being swung up onto Argo, in front of Xena. She giggled at the brief sensation of flying, as she was taken by surprise.
Xena pulled Gabrielle into place, so she was sitting sideways in the saddle in front of her. She continued to hold Argo’s reins with her left hand, and wrapped her other arm around Gabrielle.
“Now, isn’t this much more comfortable?” she asked in a teasing voice.
Gabrielle shrugged and grinned. “I’d have to say that you’re right about that,” she replied.
“Hmmm…yeah…and I want to get even more comfortable…”
Gabrielle certainly wasn’t going to resist when Xena’s mouth lowered and planted itself on the area of her neck just above her collar. She felt goosebumps break out along her neck, and let herself just relax into Xena’s touch.
A half hour later, Gabrielle was beside herself from the pleasure. Xena had continued to walk Argo at the same leisurely pace, using her horse’s even gait to dictate the pattern and speed with which she touched Gabrielle.
Xena had started out innocently enough, letting her mouth play a tune along Gabrielle’s neck, stroking along Gabrielle’s arms, and occasionally her sides. Eventually, Gabrielle began to seek her lover out for some reciprocal action, her lips meeting Xena’s in a sensation which felt like a shower of sparks.
When the kissing became deeper, Gabrielle released her hold on Argo’s saddle horn, and grabbed onto Xena’s shoulders, pressing her breasts as tightly to Xena’s breastplate as she could without injuring herself. She moaned at the pain, but it didn’t stop her from continuing to press against the Warrior Princess.
Xena’s mouth ravaged Gabrielle’s, never ceasing its explorations. When Gabrielle pushed her tongue in Xena’s mouth, Xena sucked on it, caressing it with her own. . Gabrielle ripped her mouth away and gasped when she suddenly felt Xena’s fingers climbing higher under her skirt.
“Gods, Xena, what are you doing?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.
Xena grinned, baring her gleaming teeth. “I’m getting ready to fuck you,” she replied.
Gabrielle didn’t disguise her shock. “While we’re riding Argo out on an open trail? When anyone could just come along and see us?”
Xena’s fingers were suddenly sliding up beneath the leg band of Gabrielle’s panties. She found the hot moisture she was seeking.
“There’s no sense in trying to tell me you don’t want me to,” she said, in a low even voice. “I can feel how soaked your pussy is…mmm…and how hard your clit is.”
Gabrielle was lost on a sea of sensations, her lower half now sitting directly on Xena’s hand. She was squirming, but not in an effort to escape what was happening.
“Are you sure…Xena…ohhh…” What had started out as a simple question had quickly escalated into a heartfelt groan. Xena’s middle finger had burrowed its way up inside her vagina, and now Gabrielle’s clit was resting on the heel of Xena’s hand. Xena knew just how much pressure to exert, and soon, the bard was riding her hand just as Xena was riding Argo.
Xena bent slightly, and grabbed hold of Gabrielle’s earlobe with her teeth, nipping it gently. She released the flesh, then licked around the shell-like structure before finding her voice again.
“Gods, Gabrielle…you get me so hot when I control you like
this. I could do anything I wanted and
you wouldn’t resist. You couldn’t.”
“Gods,” Gabrielle gasped.
By now, she should be used to Xena’s authority at certain times. Xena always had the most delicious ideas when it came to sex, and Gabrielle had learned to go along with her, trusting her more experienced lover to dictate.
And that’s exactly what Gabrielle was doing now. She felt a touch of warmth in her cheeks when she thought about the implications of what was happening. They hadn’t seen another soul that day so far, but Gabrielle had the feeling they were due at any time to meet up with someone.
What would she do if someone should come upon them and see her in such a predicament? Gabrielle honestly didn’t know. She supposed it would depend on how Xena responded.
That led to a whole new line of thinking that caused Gabrielle’s pussy to spurt out even more juices. Xena was in such a mood today that if someone approached her, more than likely, she wouldn’t make any effort to conceal what she was doing. No, to the contrary, she was more likely to pull up Gabrielle’s skirt even further, exposing her to the witness. Gabrielle wasn’t afraid Xena would let her be touched by anyone else. No, but there was the risk that Xena would want to show Gabrielle off, continuing to manipulate and touch her in full sight.
“Gods…” Gabrielle was getting close unbelievably quickly. Xena had added her index finger alongside the other, giving Gabrielle a more solid friction to move against, and Gabrielle’s own movements were dictating the amount of pressure being applied to her pounding clit. Gabrielle couldn’t help but move her lower half in rhythm with the pressure of Xena’s mouth working on her neck and shoulders.
She was nearly ready to spill, when Gabrielle felt her body being lifted slightly, and suddenly, instead of sitting side-saddle, she was now sitting astride Argo’s neck, facing Xena. Xena’s hand hadn’t left its warm place, and could now reach even deeper into the blonde’s cunt. In no time, Gabrielle’s movements began to take on a desperate quality.
“Are you ready to come for me, Gabrielle?” Xena’s voice was more a purr than anything, and Gabrielle’s surprised green eyes flew open to look at the bright blue eyes peering back at her.
“Mmmm…yeah…I’m ready to come for you,” Gabrielle managed, and then she was throwing back her head so it was resting against Argo’s neck. Her lower half was bouncing up and down against Xena’s curved hand, not caring at the moment if she looked like some wanton whore. She was coming and she was enjoying it.
“Ungh!”
Finally, Gabrielle’s body calmed down a bit, and she was pulling forward again, so she could give Xena a kiss of gratitude. Xena returned the kiss heatedly, and made no move to remove her hand from its position under Gabrielle’s crotch.
Gabrielle was still leaning forward, and now she was lifting her butt, trying to escape Xena’s digits. When Xena indicated she was going to move her hand in order to keep it pressed against Gabrielle, the blonde took a deep breath, then said, “Please Xena, I need to rest a little bit.”
Xena nodded, knowing how much attention she had paid to Gabrielle on the previous night in addition to what had just happened.
Finally, she relented, and pulled her hand back. Gabrielle gave a contented and relieved sigh, and didn’t move from her current position. “I’d like to take a little nap right here, if it’s okay with you,” she said in a quiet voice.
“Sure.” Xena took a few seconds to lick Gabrielle’s juices from her fingers, then curled an arm around Gabrielle’s shoulder, holding her close.
Gabrielle sighed contentedly, and then her eyes were drifting shut.
Xena urged Argo ahead at the same steady gait, ever mindful of the blonde bundle in her arms. She had enjoyed what had happened very much, thank the gods, but there was something that was nagging at her.
She argued with herself over the next few miles, and finally, told herself what had to be done.
Gabrielle slept for a half hour or so, and woke up just in time for a late supper.
Once again, Xena was extremely quiet during the meal. Gabrielle was too, but she kept giving Xena curious looks. She really wanted to speak up…she just wasn’t sure what to say.
After supper, Xena sat by the campfire and sharpened her blade, a habit that always brought a lot of comfort to Gabrielle. Somehow, the rhythmic strokes of the sharpening stone against the blade was conducive to Gabrielle’s bardic skills, and she was soon scratching away at a parchment.
After a half hour or so, Xena put away the sharpening stone and resheathed her sword. She could only condition the blade so much.
Gabrielle took that as her cue, and put away her writing as well. “Ready for bed?” Xena asked, finally breaking the long-held silence.
Gabrielle nodded. “I sure am.”
It was a chilly night, and they crawled into bed fully clothed, not even bothering to take off their boots. It wasn’t unusual for them to do that. If they decided to make love during the night, part of the fun would be the pleasure of undressing each other.
Once in the bedroll, Xena rolled to her side.
“Are you nervous about going to sleep?” Gabrielle asked, taking a similar position.
Xena shrugged. “Not nervous exactly,” she replied.
“What then?”
“I dunno…I AM getting kind of tired of the dreams,” finally came the reply.
“Tired of sleeping?” Gabrielle let a little grin slip at that image.
Xena couldn’t help smiling as well. “That does sound absurd, doesn’t it?” she mused.
“Sort of.” Gabrielle paused a minute, then said tentatively, “Xena…are you sure you don’t want to talk to me about the dreams?”
Now was her chance. Xena opened her mouth to respond, and found the words wouldn’t come. All the plans she had of telling Gabrielle the truth suddenly fled. Despite all they had been through together, Xena still had concerns about letting Gabrielle see the full extent of…what she was capable of.
.She leaned forward and gave Gabrielle an affectionate lingering kiss. “Not right now,” she replied. “I’m so tired, I might just sleep straight through tonight.”
Gabrielle looked dubious, at best. “All right,” she finally surrendered with a sigh. She leaned in and helped herself to another kiss. “But if you dream again tonight, I want you to promise to tell me what it’s all about. Will you do that, Xena?”
Xena’s expression melted into one of her easiest smiles. “You have my word,” she answered, and she meant it.
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