Sitting up once again, Xena looked down at her sleeping companion adoringly and enviously. The first night, she had gone back to sleep after the dream, but not the second and third nights. She was too concerned about the intensity of the dreams, and the way her body naturally responded to them. Each dream drew her in a little more to the way she used to be, and as exciting as it was, she didn’t want to become that person again.
Xena had gone without sleeping a few days before, so it wasn’t a huge concern for her…yet. Generally though, when the situation warranted her going sleepless, there was a huge threat or danger involved, and the adrenaline rush helped keep Xena up.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have that this time.
After a couple of hours, Xena got to her feet. It was hard for her to stay in a single place for very long, and she needed to move her limbs some.
Once again, Xena had breakfast waiting for Gabrielle the next morning. Not only had she refilled the herbs in her medicine pouch, she had also restocked her and Gabrielle’s supply of cooking herbs. She'd also had plenty of time to hunt.
Gabrielle was up and moving around when Xena returned to camp. “G’morning,” she said sweetly to the bard, who was still blinking the sleep out of her eyes.
”Good morning.” Xena was extremely glad Gabrielle was up, for she was quickly becoming bored with her morning’s activities, and was ready to get on the road.
Gabrielle was sleepily sitting by the campfire. She accepted the pair of plucked ducks that Xena handed her, and set about making breakfast for them.
During their meal, Gabrielle asked, “Did you have anymore dreams last night, Xena?”
“Nope, nary a one.” It wasn’t a lie but Xena took little comfort in that. If she didn’t fall asleep, she couldn’t dream.
Gabrielle smiled. “Seems like you have one a night…” she mused. She chewed thoughtfully, then looked at Xena again.
“I’ve noticed the last couple of days that you haven’t been acting exactly like yourself…maybe not quite as energetic as usual. Do you think it’s possible that you might be coming down with something? Some sicknesses can really mess with your sleep cycle, you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” Xena nodded. “I suppose it’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility. I don’t feel like I’m getting sick though, and usually, I knew when I’m coming down with something.”
Gabrielle nodded. “Maybe this is something you’ve never had before,” she offered.
“I suppose.”
Xena’s nod was mainly to humor her lover. Her lethargy wasn’t due to her getting sick. She ran a quick inventory of her body. So far, the main effect seemed to be a sort of listless energy that made her feel nervous and edgy. She felt like her normally heightened sense were even more alert than usual, and every noise she heard distracted her. More than once, she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, and she had to force herself not to turn her head jerkily to check it out.
It was only the beginning, Xena knew. If she didn’t get at least a few good hours of sleep tonight, there would be even more changes in her tomorrow.
They broke camp after breakfast, and started off for Phillipi soon after. Xena figured they’d make it before late afternoon. She told herself that maybe sleeping in an inn would help the dreams go away.
“Yeah, right,” she muttered under her voice, shaking her head. She couldn’t even fool herself.
“Spread your legs, Whore…you know you’re dying to…”
Gabrielle was roused from her dream by the deep, desire-filled voice of Xena. She just didn’t realize it at first.
“By the gods,” she mumbled, becoming aware that Xena was rocking her head back and forth, an occasional moan breaking the silence. Gabrielle pulled the covers back, and knelt on the bedroll beside Xena, wondering how hard she’d be to awake this night.
For a brief minute, Gabrielle considered not awakening Xena. What would happen if she let the dark woman continue to dream interrupted? Would Xena eventually awake on her own, or would she just quietly begin sleeping again?
As Gabrielle was considering the possible solutions, Xena spoke out in her sleep again. “Yeah, you eager little cunt…You look so fucking hot stroking yourself. Let me see you give that little clit a nice hard pinch.”
Gabrielle stared unbelieving at Xena whose eyes were now open. She felt an incredible surge of wetness hearing Xena talk to her that way. But at the same time, Gabrielle felt a sense of fear filtering through her. Once again, she suddenly found herself remembering some of the stories she had heard about Xena’s sexual history. Some of them had been very appealing to her, but a lot of them were very intimidating and scary. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t be willing to participate in some of them…it was just that she would need a little time to prepare for such an experience.
Suddenly, she seemed to be food for the woman that was the stuff fantasies were made of…both men and women’s. She looked down at the strong tall body stretched out on the bedroll knowing the great power it was capable of. A fleeting image of Xena, naked, lording over every aspect of Gabrielle’s sexual pleasure…”Oh gods, Xena,” Gabrielle couldn’t keep the groan from slipping out.
Gabrielle watched in amazement as Xena suddenly shuddered, and sat up abruptly, turning her head to look around her. She appeared confused. Then her eyes met Gabrielle’s, and she relaxed visibly.
“Gabrielle…”
“Yes…”
Gabrielle’s mind was reeling, wondering where the aroused husky voice Xena had been using had gone. Xena’s voice was quiet…unsure…and another one Gabrielle had never heard before.
Xena was sliding out of bed then, and was on her feet before Gabrielle had time to protest.
“Where are you going?” Gabrielle yelped, when her mind had caught up. She moved so she was on her knees on the spot of the bed that Xena had just deserted.
“Nowhere,” Xena answered. “I’m going to stir the fire.”
“Oh.”
Gabrielle watched as Xena did as she said. It wasn’t really cold in the room, and Gabrielle sensed Xena was just trying to get away for a minute to clear her head.
One the fire was crackling merrily again, Xena stood watching it, her arms wrapped around herself. Gabrielle fought back a sigh, not wanting Xena to hear it.
Xena seemed wrapped up in her own world, and the vague expression on her face was one telling Gabrielle to keep back. It would be common enough on anyone else’s face, but not Xena’s. She wasn’t given to wistful expression or looking tentative about anything.
Finally, Xena shook herself out of her reverie. “They’re getting worse,” she said softly.
“Huh?” Gabrielle had been so caught up in her own thoughts, she hadn’t realized Xena had spoken to her.
Xena’s arms relaxed, and she turned to look directly at Gabrielle. “I said they’re getting worse,” she repeated.
“The dreams you mean…” Gabrielle surmised.
Xena nodded. “Yeah.” She was glad she had told Gabrielle what her dreams had consisted of up until this point. Just letting Gabrielle have an idea of the nature of the dreams would give the bard an inkling of what “worse” meant. Maybe she wouldn’t have to go into detail.
“Worse…as in…” Gabrielle trailed off, looking at Xena with a quizzing expression.
“Worse as in…rougher…” Xena replied, shame in her voice.
Gabrielle nodded somberly. For the first time, she took in the condition of Xena’s body. Through the thin cotton material of her shift, Gabrielle could see her nipples were at rapt attention, as they usually were when Xena was aroused.
”I see,” Gabrielle said slowly. She chose her words carefully. “Xena…you were talking in your sleep again.”
Xena walked the short distance to the bed, and sat down on the edge of it. “And what exactly did I say?” she asked, not looking as though she was really sure she wanted to know.
Gabrielle felt the heat flash her face. “You were…uh…directing me…”
“Directing you?” Xena repeated vaguely. “You mean I was telling you what to do..” she said then. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,” Gabrielle replied. “I get the feeling you thought I was…someone else.”
Xena nodded distracted. “It’s possible,” she mused. “What was I demanding that you do?”
Gabrielle’s blush grew even darker. “You were…uh…telling me how you wanted to see me touch myself…”
“Damn…” Xena said quietly. “Then I’m guessing I was calling you some really uh…not-so-nice names too.”
Gabrielle nodded. After a pause, she said, “So this is another memory from your past?”
“Yes, even though I hate to admit it,” Xena replied. She could tell Gabrielle wasn’t about to let it go at that, so she continued,
“One of my favorite things to do was discover a person’s weakness, or something they’re really uncomfortable with, and then exploit that. True, I was doing that just being with women in the first place, but there are always seemed to be something in particular that bothered them. Or excited them, if they’d just be honest about it.”
Gabrielle nodded. Touching herself in front of Xena would definitely be near the top of the list for her, so she could desperately understand. “What was her name?” she asked Xena.
Xena gave a bright smile, which faded quickly. “Holly,” she answered finally.
Gabrielle narrowed her eyes. “Did she look like me?”
Xena shook her head. “Not really. She had chestnut colored wavy hair, about shoulder length…big gray-blue eyes…short…slender…a beautiful young thing, but her coloring wasn’t anything like yours.”
Gabriel took all that in with a nod. “Your eyes were open toward the end of the dream,” she said. “But you seemed to be looking right through me. Like I wasn’t there.”
“And I was talking to you?” Xena asked.
“Yes.”
Xena wracked her brain, trying to determine the point at which she had woke up…and when she had first realized she was with Gabrielle.
She had gone back to a town named Argos, and a little barmaid that had been flirting heavily with Nicolae, whom she was traveling with at the time. He was her second in command, and although he was a dashingly handsome young man, Xena knew he couldn’t get an erection.
The barmaid had no way of knowing that, of course, and had made it clear she was available for the night for the right price.
Xena really hadn’t been looking for someone to fuck that night, but the situation was just too good to pass up.
Nicolae had played along with Holly, well aware of what Xena had planned, and took the barmaid upstairs to his room. He told her to get undressed, and to lie down, and that he’d be back in a minute.
Xena was the one who slid back into the room, making sure she was shrouded in darkness. Holly didn’t hear her, and only gave a little start when Xena pressed the blindfold to her eyes. She looked a little distressed, until Xena rubbed a glove-covered hand over her breast. Then the girl moaned slightly.
Xena maintained her silence, as she pressed the girl’s plump curvy thighs apart, and knelt down between them. Time to see how observant Holy was.
The girl’s cunt was moist and warm, her clit little more than a tiny lump, but she was wonderfully responsive, and very vocal in her approval of what was being done to her.
Xena slurped away, enjoying the taste of the girl’s pussy, and especially the response she was getting from her. She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail, but besides the blindfold and gloves, made no attempt to further disguise herself.
“Gods, your tongue is fucking amazing,” Holly was moaning, her bottom half writhing in tune with Xena. “I’ve never had someone suck me so…avidly…before.”
Xena grinned at that, and immediately released the suction she had set up on Holly. Instead, she used the very tip of her tongue to give feather light strokes to the barmaid’s clit. With her fingers, she plucked at the darkened labia, occasionally pinching it, in direct contrast to the extreme gentleness her mouth was demonstrating.
“I’m going to come,” Holly announced, almost immediately. “Oh yeah…you’re going to make me-“ She didn’t even get her statement out before she was speechless from her climax.
Xena couldn’t bite back a chuckle as she brought the girl over and held her there for a while. She waited until Holly was just beginning to come down, and then she spoke, “I hope you’ll repay me by eating my pussy half as good as I ate yours.”
She barely got the statement out when Holly was shrieking and grabbing the blindfold off her. Xena grinned lazily up at the girl, who was suddenly struggling mightily to get away.
“Give it up…” Xena growled, an arm wrapped around each of the girl’s thighs. She lifted her head, and bared her teeth slightly.
“If you don’t stop fighting me,” she said in a low even voice. “I’m going to take a bite out of that pussy of yours.”
Holly quit wriggling immediately.
“That’s better,” Xena said. She had already stripped down to her shift, and now she was pulling it over her head, revealing she’d already removed her breeches and was completely naked. In a matter of seconds, she was straddling Holly’s face, ready to give the girl who first lesson in cunt licking.
Holly passed her first lesson, and without too much prodding from Xena, Xena’s logic was irrefutable. Holly had enjoyed a woman’s talented mouth very much. Now it was time for her to return the favor.
Later, as Xena was strapping on a phallus, she saw Holly watching her uneasily.
Xena gave her a predator’s smile. She loved it when they didn’t think they wanted it.
“Nicolae is too nice a guy to tell you,” she said, stroking the length of her new appendage, making sure she pressed the base of it into her clit. “But he’s not able to…stand at attention. I’m filling in for him…by filling you to the brim.”
Holly didn’t respond, but continued to stare.
Xena spoke on a hunch. “I wanna make sure you’re wet enough for a good fucking. Play with your clit.”
The look of horror and embarrassment on Holly’s face verified the hunch.
Snapping back to real time, Xena looked down at Gabrielle, her eyes coming into focus again. “She really didn’t want to touch herself,” she said. “She put up quite a fuss over it, and only after a bit of convincing did she finally do it.”
“Convincing?” Gabrielle echoed.
“Yeah…” Xena hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I put her over my knee and spanked her ass good. Then I fingered her until she was begging me to let her come again.”
“But you didn’t, did you?” Gabrielle asked with a slight smile. Xena may have never dominated her exactly, but she certainly took the lead in their lovemaking the vast majority of the time.
“Nope,” Xena replied. “I brought her right to the edge repeatedly until I knew she felt like she was going to explode.”
Gabrielle shivered in sympathy. Xena had honed that particular skill to an art form, and although the climax was incredible, the working to get there was maddening.
“So, did she touch herself to reach her climax?” Gabrielle asked.
“Not for a while,” Xena admitted. “I left her hands tied behind her back for quite a while…”
A shudder suddenly overtook Gabrielle’s body. Xena had neglected to mention she had tied the girl up.
Xena’s face melts into her most seductive grin. “I put on a show for her, not only touching myself to orgasm, but then using the phallus to touch myself. By the time I was done, she was begging for it.”
“Did you let her come then?” Gabrielle asked.
Xena chuckled…a low sensual sound that made Gabrielle shudder again. “Well, not right away,” she replied. “I made her take another spanking first…her ass was luscious. By the time I freed her hands, she was digging for her slit in seconds.”
Gabrielle thought about Xena’s growled comment about her eagerly stroking her own clit, and it all made sense.
Xena was suddenly shaking her head though. “Enough about that,” she said. “I’ve been keeping you up a lot lately. You need to get back to sleep.”
“So do you,” Gabrielle replied gently. “You are getting even less sleep than I am.”
Xena nodded, suddenly feeling very dishonest. Gabrielle had no idea how little an amount of sleep Xena was actually going on.
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