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Authors name: Zeus
X E N A T H E W A R R I O R P R I N C E S S
PART 1 OF 9
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This series contains sexual intercourse, rape, lesbian
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Xena could hardly believe her luck when she saw
the pool. She had been traveling for four days through
the foothills, trying to reach the Camroot River. Now
she had found one of its tributaries. Best of all, the
stream widened into a stone basin that was sheltered by
two large shade trees. The warrior princess set her
pack down on a low boulder and trotted to the inviting
pool of cool, clear water. She knelt down eagerly and
dipped her hands into the water, unable to remember a
time when it felt or tasted so good as she drank it
down.
When her thirst was slaked, she filled her
waterskin and looked around. A grin crept to her face
as she spotted a cony running back into the reeds.
Later, she stretched out on the bank of the grotto as
the sweet smell of the cooking meat wafted into the
air. Xena went over her travel plans for tomorrow as
she started her meal.
The merchant's guild in Willow River had paid
her in gold to escort an emissary back from Dunwich, a
city-state on the Berlandic coast. The merchants were
opening trade negotiations for the first time since
Dunwich had declared war with a rival nation across the
Blood Sea. Talks had been stalled when the last two
diplomats had failed to reach Willow River.
Xena had doffed her weapons harness, although
she kept them within arm's reach. She toyed with the
buckles of her armor as she stared longingly at the
pool. It had been a week since she had left the inns
of the valley, and the grime from the trail felt de-
testable. This was a very nice place to stop and relax,
but she knew that any other traveler, human or not,
would reach the same conclusion. She assuaged her
doubts by placing a blade by the water's edge as she
undid the final clasp, then plunged into the water.
She came up gasping, her nipples painfully
erect from the pool's chill embrace. She submerged
again and dove to the deeper part of the basin, skim-
ming above the glittering sand on the bottom. She swam
to the shallow end and reclined on the gentle slope
that jutted out over a twin pool downstream. Refreshed
and fully content, she sighed lazily and stretched her
lithe form out to bask in the summer sun.
Xena was right about the pool's attraction to
weary, thirsty eyes. She probably wasn't aware that her
naked, sensuous body added to the appeal. The scout, a
man younger than Xena by better than five years, care-
fully eased the branches back into place as he circled
closer to the edge of the water. Apparently, the
strange beauty was so intent on the pool that she for-
got to check his side of stream when she arrived. He
had been getting ready to move on to the next outpost
along the border when he caught the scent of a cooking
fire, followed by the splashing of a bather. Mindful of
an ambush, he had made his way back to the stream.
He had gasped aloud when he saw the flash of
skin and swirl of long dark hair beneath the surface of
the pool. He ducked back into the woods, recalling
stories of wood nymphs, maidens of the forest who would
cause blindness in mortal men who were so brash as to
gaze upon their flawless, naked bodies. But he had seen
a pack and leather boots by the fire, and recalled that
all the eternally young beauties in the stories were
robed in gossamer gowns and fine jewelry. Curiosity had
gotten the better of him as he ventured a peek.
The girl broke the surface of the water like a
graceful dolphin, her head thrown back and dark hair
streaming down her spine. He gasped again, this time
with subdued admiration as she rose fully out of the
water. The woman's face was the beauty of the sea under
a full moon. Her eyes were the same soft blue as the
open sky above. Her skin was nut brown from her jour-
neys, just as his was. He noticed with astonishment
that she bore several scars over her body, and the flex
of powerful muscles and the feline grace of her move-
ments betrayed her as a warrior. But still, even though
her hands were not soft, he could see that her touch
was, as she brushed her hair back, and her full, firm
breasts and long, tapered legs would have made Princess
Esmerelda herself furious with bitter envy.
The thought of the princess snapped him away
from the girl's tantalizing image. He had no clue what
this strange, and very exciting, woman was doing here.
She could be the escort dispatched from Willow River,
or she could be the one behind the sinister disappear-
ances that had been plaguing Dunwich. With that grim
thought, he drew his sword and strode toward the pool.
The maiden was gone.
He whirled around in a panic. She was nowhere
on the opposite bank. He approached the pool, scanning
the bottom as he made his way downstream. The other
pool! He ran to the edge of the small waterfall and
peered into the reeds lining the bank.
He felt a powerful wrench and found himself
tumbling over the edge. He caught a glimpse of the
girl, standing in the hollow of the falls, just before
he splashed into the pool. His momentum drove him
straight to the bottom, but before he could gain his
balance he was hauled clear of the water, and gazed in-
to blue eyes that were slitted with anger.
Xena cursed herself for being three different
kinds of a fool as she pinned the young soldier down
against the rocks. She cocked her arm back, ready to
deliver a killing strike. Before she could follow
through, she noticed that the fight had gone out of
him.
"Mistress!!! I am a ranger of the Dunwich
militia!"
She gathered two handfuls of the youth's tunic
and pushed him flat. She straddled his legs and kept
his gaze locked with the menacing fire that danced in
her eyes.
"The castello advised us that an escort would
be arriving from Willow River."
Xena's guard relaxed, though she wasn't satis-
fied with the youth's intentions. The boy visibly
wilted with relief and from the exertion of the brief
but violent encounter. Xena noticed that the scout was
several years younger than she was. And even though he
was as covered with the road as she might have been, he
was still very handsome. It seemed strange to her that
he was still flushed and short of breath, then she
realized with a start that she didn't have a stitch of
clothing on. She also noticed something long and firm
pressing up between her spread legs. She didn't have to
look down to know that it was his erection straining
against his trousers, which was all that kept him from
sliding into her. His cock throbbed hotly, as if it had
a mind of it's own - and had known as much.
Xena climbed off of him with a furious shove.
Not out of embarrassment, since she was no stranger to
men, and not out of modesty, since he must have been
watching her for some time and there was nothing left
to hide. It was because feeling him there -- so hard,
so eager, and, as she surmised with a stolen glance at
his powerful physique, so capable of giving her a
sound, almost brutal, and very satisfying fuck -- had
awakened a hunger in her that gripped at her insides
and started a wet, tingling heat in her own loins.
"Where are the others?" Xena realized that she
hadn't introduced herself or asked the troop for his
name, and she was still trying to stop the butterflies
in her stomach.
"I came alone."
"A single troop patrolling outside Dunwich's
borders during a time of war? They told me to expect a
party of ten, and report to the commander."
"I'm... I'm not supposed to be here, mistress."
Xena looked at him with puzzlement
"I am traveling to Calimport. I was assigned to
the northern unit when I received news that Princess
Esmerelda and her entourage had been captured while
sailing south on the Sea Princes. I 'm supposed to re-
port to the keep at Dunwich tomorrow."
"Why Calimport? There's no detachment there
anymore. It's been an open city for the past three
years."
"Yeah, exactly. I was going there to charter a
vessel. A mercenary vessel."
"This princess means that much to you?"
"I'm a member of the house-hold guard. I should
have been there."
"But why mercenaries? Even with the war, Dun-
wich could dispatch ships to the rescue."
"They want to wait for a ransom demand. But I
have a feeling that they've been captured by slavers.
They aren't too big on ransoms, not when they can find
a more worthwhile use for their captives, if you know
what I mean."
Xena did, and hated knowing.
"It's not only for her. My cousin Justin was
Princess Esmerelda's personal guard. He was enamored of
her, and would have done anything to be at her side."
The ranger shut his eyes when he thought of what price
may have finally been exacted on his brave kinsman.
"It should have been me out there on the sea.
Justin was in love. Esmerelda wanted him, too. But
both of them knew that it could never be. Her father
reminded them of that, and so did Justin's commanding
officer. They found a way around it, though. Since he
had distinguished himself as her tutor, he earned a
rank in the house-hold guard. Since I had accomplished
so much overseas for the war effort, I could choose my
own duties. I chose the northern defense protectorate,
naming Justin as my replacement. Now they could spend
time together away from the city -- and her father. I
was along on one of their missions to the Minros Archi-
pelago. I don't think they got a wink of sleep, even
though they never left the sleeping quarters."
He smiled slyly at her and she crossed her
arms, trying to hide her swollen nipples. She had
drifted into a daydream at the mention of Minros. She
had heard all kinds of stories of the tropical paradise
with lush greenery and beaches that had sand as white
as sugar. Her mercenary officers, during a drunken
feast after pillaging a rich town, swapped fantasies of
banquet halls with endless fountains of wine and ale,
steaming platters of food, and hundreds of small, half-
naked, brown-skinned girls who had only grown faint
wisps of pubic hair and would do any sexual act for the
price of asking.
There was a new swordsman who had joined her
army back then. He had stolen a few glances at her be-
fore he had launched into his particular fantasy of the
Golden Islands. His comrades roared at his dream of
having two women pour fruit juice over him and giving
him a tongue bath. The laughter cut short when he de-
scribed one of the women. He rattled off all of Xena's
obvious charms in language that was lewd and plain.
To everyone's surprise, especially Xena's,
whose first reaction normally would have been to make a
cut with her sword that would render his fantasy point-
less (no pun intended), she returned a smile that was
equally lewd and simply said, "Dream on."
Xena never admitted to anyone that she would
share that dream.
She wanted to question this ranger further, but
could tell his desire had shifted from her to the other
half of the rabbit on the spit.
"You're welcome to share my meal," she said. He
was reaching for the meat even before she finished.
"But bathe first. I'm not in the mood to share it with
someone who smells like a mule. Don't feel insulted.
That pool's the first one I've seen in miles. The water
feels great."
He started towards the privacy of the reeds.
"Stay where I can see you."
The young man glanced at her warily.
"I know what a naked boy looks like," she said,
totally aloof. "And I want you where I can be sure you
won't sneak up on me in the bushes again."
The ranger flushed with embarrassment, then set
his jaw calmly as he stripped.
Xena allowed a smirk as he turned away, the hot
fingers of her gaze lingering on his ass. Rank did have
its privileges.
CONTINUED IN PART 2...