ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Xena's Offering

by Shiva

September 28, 2001

Disclaimers:  As always Xena, Gabrielle and Ares belong to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Productions as does Mavican.  No copyright infringement is intended and this story was not written for profit nor will any profit be received.

There are a few references in this story to a story by Dark Angel called The Offering.  I strongly recommend you read that story first.  Other than the fact it’s just a damn good read, it will also help you understand some of the references in Xena’s Offering.  The Offering is copyrighted by Dark Angel and no infringement of that copyright is intended

This story is intended for an adult audience.  If you are under 18 or are offended by loving, sexual relationships between members of the same gender or find consensual BDSM offensive, please hit your back button now and go play somewhere else.

This story contains graphic depiction of consensual rape between two women.  It also depicts bondage and discipline.  If you are a minor, are offended by this type of depiction, or if this is illegal where you are, please hit your back button and exit, NOW.

I’d love to hear how much you loved my little story.  J  Please forward praise and constructive criticism to Shiva3711@yahoo.com.

She sat on a rock beside the fire listening to the rhythmic sounds of Xena’s sharpening stone running over her blade.  She loved that sound.  It signified the peaceful end to a long day of traveling or fighting…or traveling and fighting, which was usually the case.

Peeking from under her lashes, Gabrielle looked at Xena.  She’s so beautiful, she thought.  I wonder what she’s thinking.  Xena had been so quiet for the past week.  Even more quiet than normal.  She seemed distracted, as if her mind were a million miles away.  Even her eyes had not been as alert as usual, but had a far away look in them.  It was obvious she was thinking very hard about something but, whatever it was, it was just as obvious she wasn’t ready to talk about it.

It must have something to do with what happened with Mavican.  Ares’ bitch had wanted to either kill Xena or be killed by Xena in order to get her name written into the scrolls of history.  What she really wanted, though, was to prove to Ares that she was worthy of taking Xena’s place at the head of his army.  In her mind Gabrielle borrowed a saying from Aphrodite…As IF!!  And Ares, of course, couldn’t pass up an opportunity to play his petty little games with Xena’s life.  By the gods, I wish I knew what she was thinking. 

Gabrielle looked back down at the blank scroll in her lap, missing the look Xena cast her way from under her lashes.  Xena let her eyes linger on the face of the woman she loved more than anything else in the world.  She’s so beautiful, she thought.  I’ve been so unfair to her…treating her like the child she was when she first followed me out of Potadeia.  She hasn’t been that child for a very long time, and I should know that better than anyone. 

Xena thought back to the week before, remembering how she felt watching Gabrielle setting the trap for Mavican…watching her fight Mavican.  At first Xena had been furious with Ares for forcing Gabrielle into a situation where she would either have to kill or be killed.  She had been so afraid for her lover.  But as she watched, she realized she was watching not the young girl she had been seeing in her mind’s eye, but a strong, capable, intelligent, passionate WOMAN.  And that excited Xena so much she had almost come without any physical stimulation at all.

That was when the first germ of an idea began to take shape in her mind.  At first she couldn’t believe she was even thinking about it.  It was something she had never even considered in the past, but it was an idea that had grown over the past week.  She hadn’t been able the think about anything else.  And the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it.

Realizing she wouldn’t be able to write anything tonight since she was so distracted by wondering about Xena’s thoughts, Gabrielle rolled up the scroll and tucked it away in the saddlebag.  She propped her elbow on her knee and rested her chin on her fist, staring into the fire, lost in her own thoughts.  We haven’t even made love since coming back through that portal.  It’s almost as if Xena’s afraid to touch me, but I know that can’t be true.  Xena hasn’t been afraid to touch me since she finally realized that I liked playing the whore to her warlord.  That first time she whipped me, I came so hard and long I thought I’d die.  And I did, in a way.  Since then, all she needs to do is set her warlord costume out on the bedroll and I’m completely ready for her.  She knows that.  By the gods, a lot of the time I’m actually the one to initiate the game.  All I have to do is say the words “Yes, my lord” and I can see the lust leap into her eyes, knowing that I’m ready for everything she can dish out.

Why won’t she talk to me?  What is she thinking?  WHY WON’T SHE FUCK MY BRAINS OUT?!

Gabrielle gave a deep sigh, stood up and stretched.  She looked across the fire at her lover.  “I’m going to turn in.  Are you coming soon?” 

Xena laid her sword and sharpening stone down.  Slowly, she raised her eyes.  Blue met green.  “Yes, my lord,” she said quietly.

Gabrielle felt the shock run through her entire body, centering in her lower belly.  She also felt herself start to get very wet.

She stared into Xena’s eyes, her own widened in shock and confusion.  This was not a scene she had ever envisioned.  Xena submissive?  Not possible! . . . or was it?

Gabrielle took a deep breath.  “What are you saying, Xena?”  She couldn’t keep the almost hopeful tone out of her voice.  She was afraid that Xena meant what she implied…and afraid she didn’t.

“You know what I’m saying, Gabrielle.  I want you to take me.  I want you to use me.  I want to be your whore.”  As she spoke, Xena stood and walked around the fire to stand in front of Gabrielle.  Slowly, she dropped to her knees in front of the beautiful blond.  “Allow me the pleasure of your need, Gabrielle.”

She means it, Gabrielle thought in amazement.  The bard remembered the words she herself had used the first time Xena had made love to her that way.  Xena had been so afraid to let herself go and take Gabrielle completely, that Gabrielle had knelt in front of her and said, “Allow me the pleasure of your need.”  In effect, giving Xena the permission she needed to do whatever she wanted or needed to do to bring them both the ultimate pleasure.

She really means it!!  Gabrielle felt her body explode with excitement and desire, felt her clitoris start to flutter, and realized she had just experienced a small orgasm just from the idea of taking Xena that way.

Xena had already removed her armor and boots earlier in the evening.  Now she pushed the straps of her leathers off her shoulders and unlaced the bodice.  She stood and stripped off her leather bodice and skirt, never taking her eyes from Gabrielle’s.  Next she slowly pushed the straps of her shift off her shoulders and let the garment fall to the ground leaving her beautiful breasts bare.  Gabrielle looked at Xena’s breasts and swallowed hard.  The nipples were stiff and flushed.  It was obvious that Xena was very excited. 

Gabrielle dragged her eyes away from Xena’s breasts to watch as she slowly pushed her britches off her hips and allowed them to fall to the ground with her shift.  She kicked the two garments away and stood before Gabrielle in all her naked glory.  And glorious she was.  By the gods, she’s beautiful!!  It wasn’t the first time Gabrielle had thought those words, nor would it be the last.

“Kneel, whore” Gabrielle croaked.  Her mouth was so dry she could barely get the words out.  “Service me.”

Xena dropped to her knees, again.  She reached for the fastening of Gabrielle’s skirt…”No. Not the skirt.  Just the britches.” Gabrielle said.  Xena looked up at her briefly and nodded.  She reached up under Gabrielle’s skirt and pulled at the waistband of her britches.  She pulled them all the way down and Gabrielle lifted one foot and then the other so that they could be removed completely.  Xena threw them on the pile with her clothes.

“Now, your mouth, bitch.  Don’t lift the skirt.”  Gabrielle knew what Xena would find under her skirt.  She could feel her wetness dripping down the inside of her thigh.  She wanted Xena to know that she wanted this as much as Xena did.  “Don’t touch me with your hands, just your mouth.”  She spread her feet apart slightly to allow Xena better access to her center.

Xena lowered her head to duck beneath the hem of Gabrielle’s skirt.  It wasn’t easy.  The difference in their height meant that even when she was sitting on her heels, Xena’s mouth was about even with Gabrielle’s belly button.  She had to really scrunch down to reach Gabrielle’s pussy and she had to do it without being able to touch Gabrielle to steady her balance.  She finally managed to get her head beneath Gabrielle’s skirt, blessedly without toppling over onto the ground.

She took a deep breath and smelled the arousal of her lover.  She had known that Gabrielle was excited, had seen the flash of pure lust in her eyes when she heard Xena say “yes, my lord”, but she was surprised to see the wetness glistening on her inner thighs.  Xena pushed her head forward and extended her tongue to gently lick at Gabrielle’s inner thigh.  Xena licked up the inside of one thigh and then the other, loving the sweet taste of her lover’s juice.  Then she carefully licked the outer lips of Gabrielle’s pussy, avoiding her clitoris.  Xena knew that, as excited as Gabrielle was, it wouldn’t take much to make her come.  It was too soon for that.   She felt Gabrielle’s knees flex and tremble.

“Enough!”  Gabrielle nearly shouted the word.  She knew she was right on the edge of orgasm and didn’t want to come yet.  She knew that was why Xena had avoided her clitoris.  Even though she, Gabrielle, was in charge tonight, Xena was the one who was more experienced at this.  She trusted Xena to teach her how to dominate.

Xena pulled her head out from under Gabrielle’s skirt and knelt with her head down waiting for Gabrielle’s next instruction.  She didn’t have to wait long.

“Get the whip and lay down on the bedroll.”  Xena started to rise to do as she was bid.  “I didn’t tell you to get up.  Go on your hands and knees like a dog.”  Xena crawled naked across the camp to her saddlebags.  She pulled the whip out and turned to crawl to the bedroll.  “Carry it in your mouth, dog.” Gabrielle said.  Flashing a look at her bard, Xena put the coiled whip between her teeth and finished the crawl to the bedroll.  She got on the bedroll and lay down on her belly, assuming that Gabrielle would want her back exposed.  She knew she was in for it.  Gabrielle had apparently suppressed a lot of anger over the past few months.  Xena had seen that anger surface last week in the fight with Mavican.  She expected to get quite a beating.

“Roll over.”  Xena cringed and rolled over onto her back, exposing her breasts and belly.  “Bend your knees.  Place your feet beside your ass and spread your legs.”  Xena took a deep breath and did as she was told.  Oh, yeah.  She was in for it all right.

“Wider!”  Gabrielle yelled.  Xena heard the whip crack and realized that Gabrielle had picked it up without her even noticing it.  Glad that wasn’t a bad guy if my awareness has slipped that much, Xena thought.  Gotta pay more attention.

Gabrielle squatted down beside Xena’s head.  “Surprised you, didn’t I?  You didn’t think I could be that stealthy, did you?”  Xena didn’t answer.  Gabrielle watched her for a moment, her eyes turning cold.  Finally, she reached out her left hand and took one of Xena’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed…hard.  “Answer me when I ask you a question, whore. “  Xena sucked in air between her teeth and whimpered, “Yes, my lord.”

“Yes, what.  You were surprised or you didn’t think I could be that stealthy.  Well, which is it, whore?  Answer me!”  As she spoke, Gabrielle added a twist to the pinch and pulled hard on Xena’s nipple.  Xena gritted her teeth and, in a strained voice, answered, “Yes, my lord.  You surprised me.”  She hadn’t told Gabrielle, but her nipples had been unusually sensitive lately, and the pinching and twisting and pulling were hurting even more because of that.  But even as she felt the pain, she also felt the juices running from her pussy down onto her asshole.  Gods, she was sooo hot!

Gabrielle released Xena’s nipple.  She gazed down into the face she loved with all her heart and forced herself to be strong.  She rose to her feet and walked to the end of the bedroll.  She gazed at the sight before her.  Xena, Warrior Princess, her lover, spread for her.  For her to take.  Any way she wanted.  And oh, how she wanted.  She could tell that Xena was nervous.  She didn’t know that Gabrielle had been practicing nearly every day with the whip.  She practiced while Xena was out hunting.  She was really quite good.  Nearly as good as Xena.

Xena watched her lover from between her widely splayed knees.  Gabrielle allowed her gaze to collide with Xena’s.  She allowed the tension to mount.  She raised the whip and slowly brought the tip around to rest right on Xena’s pussy.  She moved it gently back and forth, back and forth, almost tickling Xena’s clitoris.  After a minute or two of this, Xena’s beautiful blue eyes drifted closed and she began to rock her hips.  Up and down, side to side, seeking contact with the whip.  She let out a low moan.

Gabrielle drew the whip back.  CRAAACK!  She sent the tip of the whip flying to nip at Xena’s inner thigh and was pleased to see it land exactly where she had aimed it, just below – or rather, in this position, above – Xena’s pussy.  She heard Xena gasp in surprise.  CRAACK!  Again the tip of the whip landed exactly where she had aimed it.  The same place on the opposite thigh.  She continued this way, working her way from crotch to knee and back again, alternating thighs with each hit.  She lost track of how many times she had sent the whip flying to meet the flesh of her beloved.  Xena was moaning almost constantly, now.  Her hips were bouncing against the ground and her fingers were digging into the bedroll on either side of her hips, helping her push her hips farther into the air.  Her entire crotch was soaking wet with her juices.  Her eyes were squeezed shut and her teeth were gritted together.  She was so close to coming, but needed something…just a little more.

Gazing at the sights in front of her, Gabrielle paused to catch her breath.  She realized it was time to bring this phase of the game to an end.  Taking a deep breath, she sent the whip flying once more with all her strength right to the center of Xena’s pussy.

“Aaaauuuuggggg!”  Xena’s scream ripped into the night as she bridged her hips high in the air.  Gabrielle watched as the contractions of Xena’s pussy told her that her lover was coming…hard.  Dropping the whip, she rushed forward and glued her mouth to the wildly contracting flesh, drinking the sweet juice.  Xena screamed again, louder and higher.  Gabrielle’s hands held Xena’s ass cheeks like she was holding a bowl up to her lips to drink the sweetest of nectars.  She sucked hard on Xena’s clitoris, then moved her mouth down and shoved her tongue as far into Xena’s pussy as she could.  Xena just kept coming.  Every time it seemed as if she was starting to come down from the peak, Gabrielle would attack her clitoris with her tongue and send her to the heights again.

It seemed to last forever, even though Gabrielle knew it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes.  Finally, she felt Xena begin to relax.  She gently licked up the last of Xena’s come juice and lowered her hips to the ground.  She pulled herself up Xena’s body and sucked in one nipple, feeling Xena’s body shudder under her. Then she paid homage to the other nipple as well.  Finally, she moved up until she could kiss her lover’s mouth.  She ran her tongue across Xena’s lips and inside her mouth.  “Lick my mouth, whore.”  Xena’s tongue came out and licked her pussy juice off of Gabrielle’s mouth.  “Did you like that, whore?  Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes, my lord.  Thank you, my lord,” Xena sobbed, her body still racked with shudders.  Every movement of Gabrielle’s body on hers, the feel of the rough cloth of Gabrielle’s clothing against her skin, sent nearly continuous spasms of ecstasy shooting through her body. 

“Don’t be thinking you’re done, whore.  It’s my turn, now.”

~~~~~~~

Gabrielle rose from Xena’s body, leaving her to catch her breath.  She walked across to the saddlebags and rummaged through them for a moment, finally finding what she was looking for.  It had been a long time since she’d been the one to pull the wood and leather phallus out of the saddlebag.  That was something Xena usually took care of.  But tonight it was her turn.  Gabrielle attached the harness around her hips under her skirt, discovering as she did so that Xena had already added the extra holes for the buckles so that the harness could be adjusted to fit Gabrielle’s slightly wider hips.  Obviously Xena had been thinking about this for a while.  This was a subject she would definitely bring up later with the Warrior Princess.

Just as she was about to turn back to the bedroll she noticed two trees that were positioned perfectly for tying someone between them.  Gabrielle looked over her shoulder at Xena.  She realized that this campsite had not been arbitrary or coincidental.  Xena had chosen the site very carefully, looking for the perfect setting for her first foray into submission.  Gabrielle had no intention of disappointing her.  She opened the saddlebag again and removed two lengths of rope.

Returning to the bedroll, Gabrielle looked down at her beloved.  Xena had not moved because she had not been given permission to move.  She still lay on her back, heels against her ass cheeks, legs spread wide apart.  She looked up at Gabrielle with questioning eyes.

“Stand up,” Gabrielle ordered.  Xena rose to her feet as gracefully as if she were getting up from a chair.  Most people, after being confined to one position for the amount of time Xena had been, would be stiff.  Not Xena. 

She turned Xena in the direction of the trees she had noticed, giving her a slight shove to get her moving.  “Move.”  Xena walked forward towards the trees.  When she was standing between them, Gabrielle said, “Stop.”  Xena stood, silently waiting for her lover’s next instruction.  “Turn around and face me,” she heard and turned to face Gabrielle.

Gabrielle took one of the pieces of rope and tied it around one of Xena’s wrists.  She took the long end of the rope and threw it over a low branch, which was still a good two feet above Xena’s head.  She pulled the rope until Xena’s arm was stretched out and above her head and then tied the rope off.  She repeated the procedure with the other wrist and branch.  Moving from one side to the other she gradually tightened both ropes until Xena was forced to stand on her toes with both arms stretched up and out as far as they would go.  Once she had the ropes as she wanted them, she stepped behind Xena and braided her midnight dark hair into a single plait down her back.  Gabrielle moved back around to Xena’s front and stepped back to admire her handiwork. …and shuddered at what she saw. 

Xena’s body was in the same position it had been when she was crucified.  Briefly, she considered whether or not she wanted to continue with this.  She wasn’t sure if she could handle having Xena in this position, but as she looked into her warrior’s eyes, she saw nothing but love, trust and encouragement.  She decided to continue.

“You once accused me of lying by omission.  You are now guilty of the same sin.  What do you think your punishment should be?”

Xena kept her eyes on the ground and said softly, “I accept whatever punishment my lord deems just.”

Gabrielle cocked her head to the side, considering a fitting punishment.  Out of the corner of her eye she saw a nettle bush and an idea began to form.  She returned to the saddlebags again and pulled out two more lengths of rope.  She used these to secure Xena’s ankles to the trees on either side of her.  Now Xena’s legs were pulled widely apart and she was unable to move.  Next she walked over to the nettle bush and pulled off a section at the end of a limb.  Xena’s eyes widened as she watched Gabrielle walk toward her with the nettles in her hand.  She really didn’t like the look of the evil grin on her bard’s face.

Gabrielle stopped in front of Xena and looked into her eyes, the grin fading.  She was looking for any sign that Xena didn’t want this.  They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment then slowly, Xena dropped her gaze to the ground.  “I accept whatever punishment my lord deems just,” she repeated.  The grin returned to Gabrielle’s face.

Holding the nettles in her hand, she walked around behind Xena, again.  She stood there and admired the beautiful back and ass in front of her.  She reached up with the nettles and softly rolled them from shoulder to shoulder blade on one side, then the other, making sure that every exquisitely sharp point touched skin.  Xena stiffened slightly, but didn’t make a sound.  This isn’t so bad, she thought.  Then her shoulders began to itch.  She wiggled as much as she could in her bindings, twitching the muscles in her shoulders and back, trying to relieve the itch.  By the gods, she thought, this may be worse than I thought.  She continued to twitch her muscles without success.

Gabrielle smiled and said softly,  “When I was twelve, I was playing with Lila down by the river.  I tripped and fell into a nettle bush.  At first I thought nothing of it.  Oh, it hurt, after all the points are very sharp, but they hadn’t even broken the skin.  But then, within seconds, my skin started to burn and itch everywhere the nettle points had touched.  I scratched and twitched and wiggled. Nothing stopped the itch.  It nearly drove me insane.”  She deliberately withheld the information that the itching had only lasted about twenty minutes before finally fading away.  She thought that would be just about the perfect amount of time.  She heard Xena whimper and smiled even more.

She knew that all the sounds Xena had been making since this started had been for her benefit.  If anyone else had attempted to do to Xena what she, Gabrielle was doing, they would have been dead by now.  Not only that, they never would have heard the Warrior Princess make a sound.  As an experienced dominatrix, Xena must know what the sounds of her whimpers and moans were doing to Gabrielle.  Every time she heard one of those sounds, Gabrielle could feel a fresh flood of juice pour from her pussy and slide down her thigh.  To hear Xena, of all people, whimper – something she would never do in any other situation – excited Gabrielle more than she could possibly describe.

Little did she know that the screams of ecstasy Xena had emitted when her pussy was whipped came out because the warrior hadn’t been able to stop them.

The nettles continued to cover every inch of Xena’s skin.  Gabrielle rolled them all over her back, up her arms to the elbows – which was about as far as she could reach.  Over her beautiful ass.  Down the backs of her thighs and calves to her ankles and around to the outside of her legs.  The whole time making sure she didn’t miss a single inch of skin.

Gabrielle retreated a step and watched Xena squirm and twitch, knowing there was no way for her to relieve the terrible burning itch that covered every inch of the back of her body.  She had trouble doing it, but she wiped the grin off her face before she moved around to face Xena.  Sternly, she said, “So, have you had enough punishment, or do you require more?”  Xena’s teeth were clenched tight and her breath came in harsh gasps as she fought the urge to break free and rub her back against the nearest tree.  She had never felt anything like this in her life.  She was beginning to fear she would lose her mind.  In spite of that she gasped, “I accept…whatever punishment…my lord…deems…just.”  A low moan escaped her on the last word.

The grin returned to the bard’s face.  “Good.  Because I don’t think you’re done, yet.”  She moved forward and touched the nettles to Xena’s chest, just below her neck.  She gave the front of Xena’s body the same treatment the back had gotten, but carefully skipped over her lover’s breasts and pussy.  She was saving those parts for some very special treatment.  When she was finished, she stepped back again and watched her love. 

Xena’s breath was very labored, now.  Her hands clenched into fists around the ropes holding her wrists, her toes curling into the dirt.  Her moans and groans were getting higher pitched and were interspersed with cries of torment.  Gabrielle might almost have felt sorry for her if she hadn’t also noticed the amount of juices running down her favorite warrior’s inner thighs and the way her hips were bouncing forward and back, searching for release.  But the little bard wasn’t quite ready to give her that release, yet.  She had something very special in mind for Xena’s next orgasm.  Something she thought the warrior would definitely appreciate.

The bard moved back to her lover and gently brought the nettles up to Xena’s right breast.  As she rolled the nettles along the creamy flesh, Xena released a long low moan, knowing what she was in for and accepting it as her lover’s due.  She might have felt differently if she had known everything that her bard was planning…then again, maybe not.

Gabrielle rolled the nettles all over the flesh of both breasts, only avoiding the nipples.  She stopped for a moment to appreciate her warrior’s reaction to the itching in her breasts.  Xena thrashed even harder, moaned louder.  Her bangs clung to her forehead as rivulets of sweat ran down her face.   Gabrielle’s eyes narrowed, watching her lover carefully, her body trembling with excitement.  Then she brought the nettles up again.  She rolled them back and forth over one nipple, then the other.  And watched.

As the burning started in her nipples, Xena dropped her head back, stretching the muscles of her neck taut.  She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward, silently begging her lover to touch her, caress her.  Gabrielle just grinned and looked down at her beautiful warrior’s pussy, the hair glistening with droplets of her sweet juice.  Her intense gaze caught on one bead of moisture as it slowly dropped onto Xena’s inner thigh and started it’s roll down her leg.  Gabrielle imagined extending her tongue to catch that drop, imagined the oh so sweet taste and felt her body shudder with the strength of the desire that ripped through her.  She knew she would have to end this soon.  She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.  The need to come was beginning to overpower her.  She could only imagine how Xena was feeling.

Gabrielle dropped to her knees almost between Xena’s spread legs and sat back on her heels.  In this position, she was actually looking up into her lover’s pussy.  The bard was shocked by what she saw.  In spite of how many times and in how many different ways they had made love over the years, Gabrielle had never seen Xena’s pussy in this condition.  Besides the flowing of her pussy juices, the lips were bright red and swollen almost shut.  And her clitoris was almost purple with the amount of blood that engorged it to nearly three times it’s normal size.  Gabrielle blew a soft breath against Xena’s clit and watched her stiffen and heard her gasp sharply.  Then she watched as a fresh flood of juice flowed from her lover’s engorged pussy and realized she had made Xena come just by blowing softly on her clit.

She backed off slightly, realizing that she needed to let Xena come down a little, to draw back from the edge or she wouldn’t fully appreciate what Gabrielle had in mind for her.  She wondered how many times Xena had come in the last fifteen minutes.  It must have been many times for her pussy to be in that state.

It took almost five minutes for Xena to begin to relax and for her breathing to slow slightly.  Gabrielle watched her closely, not wanting to let her relax too much.  Just enough so that she wouldn’t immediately come at the first touch.  Gabrielle watched as Xena slowly relaxed, she watched her pussy relax, too.  Saw the contractions slow and become less powerful, though they didn’t stop completely.  They probably wouldn’t for a very long time.  Xena’s breath still came in harsh gasps, but her teeth were no longer clamped shut and her head had dropped forward so her chin rested on her chest.  Every time her pussy contracted again her whole body would jerk with the power of it.  That too gradually stopped.  After a few moments, her eyes slowly opened and looked into the beautiful green eyes of the woman she loved more than life itself.  She felt as if she had just returned from the dead…again.  And again, her beloved was by her side.  She smiled weakly and received a smile in return.

Gabrielle rose and walked over to the fire to tend it.  When she returned she had one of the water skins with her.  She opened it and took a drink then put it to Xena’s lips and allowed her to drink.  She wanted her warrior refreshed for what came next.

~~~~~~~

Placing the water skin aside, Gabrielle knelt at her warrior’s feet once more.  She could feel Xena’s eyes on her, watching her with trepidation, wondering what she would do next.  Her bard didn’t keep her waiting.  Xena watched, unable to look away as Gabrielle slowly rolled the nettles along her outer pussy lips.  First one side, then the other.  Never touching the one place that Xena most wanted her to touch.  Suddenly, she felt the itch start to build.  She gasped and stiffened, her whole body tensing.  She fought the urge to scream at the top of her lungs.  She couldn’t believe Gabrielle was doing this to her.  She hadn’t believed her beautiful bard could be this cruel.

Gabrielle watched closely as Xena’s body arched, seeing the power build again.  She was waiting for exactly the right moment, and finally she saw it.  She saw Xena’s body pull even tighter, saw her hips start to bounce violently forward, seeking anything that could give her release, a release that her bard was finally ready to give her.  Gabrielle took a particularly sharp nettle tip and shoved it directly into Xena’s clitoris.  Then, before Xena’s primal scream had even started to echo in the night, Gabrielle glued her mouth to Xena’s pussy and sucked her clit into her mouth.  She took it between her teeth and bit down on it.  She flicked the end of her tongue against it.  Xena screamed again and again as the incredibly powerful orgasm ripped through her body, nearly tearing her apart with it’s force.  Then she felt something else, she felt like she’d been punched in the pussy and realized that was exactly what had happened.  Gabrielle had shoved her entire hand up inside Xena’s sopping wet pussy.  She made a fist and began fucking her lover with it.  Then she passed her other hand between Xena’s legs and, without warning, shoved three fingers into her asshole.

Xena couldn’t stop screaming.  The orgasm just continued to build to an unbelievable level.  Her entire body was bowed as she ground her pussy against Gabrielle’s mouth.  She felt her lover shove another finger into her ass and reveled in the pain it caused.  When she felt Gabrielle shove the final finger, the thumb, into her ass and shove past the knuckles, she screamed and came even harder as her lover’s fists fucked her in both her pussy and her ass while she chewed on her clitoris.

Xena’s mind was completely blank now.  Nothing existed but the pleasure…the unbelievable ecstasy that ripped through her entire body.  She couldn’t think…all she could do was feel.

Suddenly, Gabrielle ripped both her fists out of Xena’s body, causing fresh screams to erupt from her lover’s mouth.  Giving one final scrape of her teeth to Xena’s clitoris, she rose and, taking one of her sais out of it’s sheath in her boot, quickly cut the ropes that held the warrior’s wrists.  Xena dropped to the ground as her orgasm continued to wrack her body.  Gabrielle ripped her skirt off as she quickly moved behind Xena.  She stood for a moment looking down at the body in front of her.  Squatting down, she pulled Xena’s hips up until her trembling body was resting on her elbows and knees and placed the tip of the leather-covered phallus against her love’s asshole and buried it to the hilt in one violent shove.  Xena’s body arched, she threw her head back and howled as the pain caused her orgasm to intensify yet again.

Gabrielle shoved violently back and forth in Xena’s ass, stretching the opening to its utmost.  As she moved, she felt the part of the phallus that came back and rested against her own pussy rubbing over her clit.  In very few strokes, she felt her body explode with the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt.  As her body arched with the force of her orgasm, she screamed Xena’s name and shoved the phallus deep into her lover’s body, driving her down into the ground. 

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They both lay there, unable to move.  Xena, on the bottom with her ankles still tied widely apart, and Gabrielle, on top with the leather-covered wooden phallus still buried deeply in her lover’s rectum, her head resting between Xena’s shoulder blades.  Involuntary spasms still wracked both their bodies, transmitting from one to the other.  Eventually, Gabrielle rose, pulling the phallus slowly out of Xena’s ass, eliciting a long, low moan from her lover.

Picking up her sai from where she had dropped it in her rush to get to Xena, Gabrielle cut the ropes holding Xena’s ankles.  When Xena didn’t move, Gabrielle knelt beside her and rolled her over.  Xena’s gorgeous blue eyes opened and looked into Gabrielle’s.  It was apparent she didn’t have the strength to sit up on her own, much less walk.  “Come on, Xena.  You know I can’t carry you like you carry me, but I can help you walk to the bedroll.”  She slid an arm behind Xena’s shoulders and helped her to sit up, then to stand.  Once on her feet, Xena wavered and Gabrielle was afraid her legs wouldn’t hold her up, but Xena managed to straighten her knees and, with Gabrielle’s help, walked to the bedroll, where she immediately collapsed.

Gabrielle ran back to get the water skin.  She lifted Xena’s shoulders again and gave her a drink of water, which Xena took gratefully.  Gabrielle sat down beside Xena and pulled her down so that she rested across Gabrielle’s lap, her head supported by her lover’s arm.  “Are you alright?” the bard queried her lover softly.

“I will be…eventually,” came the hoarse reply.  “I don’t think…no, I’m sure I’ve never been fucked so hard or come so hard in my entire life.  I’ll be lucky if I can walk for the next few days…I promise I won’t be riding, that’s for sure.”  She looked up into the worried face of the woman she loved, smiled and raised a hand to caress her beloved’s cheek.  “Gabrielle, you didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.  I love you more than life, my bard.  You have made me very happy.”

Looking down, Gabrielle finally smiled.  “I love you, Xena.  Thank you so much for this gift.  I will treasure the memories of this night for the rest of my life.”  She leaned down and kissed her lover.  It was a long, slow kiss that left both lovers breathless.

“Don’t you be thinking that this is the only time we’ll do this, my bard.  I enjoyed myself way too much to never do this again.”

Gabrielle looked down into Xena’s face in surprise.  “But, what about…”

“Oh, don’t worry, my love.  I’m sure there will still be plenty of times when my battle lust will grab hold of me and we’ll play warlord and whore.  But that doesn’t mean we can never switch roles as we did tonight.”  Xena grinned.  She was completely exhausted, but she knew she needed to convince Gabrielle of what she was saying or she would never again feel the kind of ecstasy she had felt tonight.  When Gabrielle had shoved both fists into her body, she thought she would tumble off the edge of the world the pleasure was so great.  She wanted that pleasure again and often.  And she was determined to have it.

Xena waited while the woman she loved worked through everything in her own mind.  Finally, The Bard of Potadeia looked into the eyes of the Warrior Princess from Amphipolis, smiled and said, “Yes, my lord.”

THE END

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