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Xena - Pt 1 of 3 From: antonior@ccshp1.ccs.csus.edu (Reynaldo J. Antonio)

Date: 14 Apr 1996 08:08:48 GMT 







Xena: Warrior Princess Part 1 of 3 



This is an X-rated story based on "Xena: Warrior Princess". It takes place

between her appearance on "Hercules" and her own series. Please note that

this does not

have anything to do with plot of either show except for her character.

There are creatures and places that are borrowed from other fantasy

settings, historical

periods, and myths too numerous to name, but some readers may recognize

them, so the author hopes that they're described appealingly. 



Once more, this is and X-rated fantasy story, not to be viewed by or

distributed to minors. If sexual material offends you or you are sensitive

to the subjects of

sadism, non-consensual sex (e.g. rape, coercion), humiliation, bondage, or

slavery 



OR 



graphic violence (this IS a warrior's story) 



then please discard this article now. 







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Xena could hardly believe her luck when she saw pond. 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 detestable. 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,

skimming 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 pond's attraction to weary, thirsty eyes. She

probably wasn't aware of how her naked, sensuous body added to the 



appeal. The scout, a man younger than Xena by better than five years, 



carefully eased the branches back into place as he circled closer to the

edge of the water. Apparently, the strange beauty was so intent on pool

that she forgot 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 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 



journeys, 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 movements 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 disappearances 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 he pool, scanning the bottom as he made his way

downstream. The other pond! 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 pond. His momentum drove him straight to the bottom, but before he

could gain his balance he was hauled clear of the water, and gazed into

blue eyes that were

slitted with anger. 



Xena cursed herself for being three different kinds of 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 satisfied 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 stitch of

clothing on. She also

noticed something long and firm pressing between her spread legs. She

didn't have to look down to know it was his cock 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 its own and had figured 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, but 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 to the Sea Princes. I 'm supposed to report 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 guard. I should have been there." 



"But why mercenaries? Even with the war, Dunwich 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 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 had a crush on 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 enamored 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 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

Archipelago. 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 before 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 described 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

pointless (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. 



"What's your name, ranger?" she called out. 



"Milan. And yours." 



"Xena." 



Milan's eyes widened with recognition, then he flushed as he felt his

heart quicken and his penis swell when he realized who had been pressed

naked against him. 



Xena wanted to laugh, but something touched her about how he kept his gaze

even with hers, even though so many emotions were running through his body

and

mind. One thing for sure, this guy could keep his cool. 



"Have something to eat, Milan. We have to get moving." 







The ship with the bright yellow sails docked smoothly, barely making a

sound as it came against the pier where the sheik stood. The sheik was a

man in white robes

piped with golden thread. A single, huge diamond rested in a silver

pendant that adorned his turban. The passenger of the schooner was a an

obese middle aged man

clad in a dark caftan. His own turban was as plane as his other garb, but

on his hip rode an ornately 



jeweled dagger. "Greetings, Tahir Arrani , Master of the Bandar Guild of

Assassins." 



"Well met, Hafez Makhi, Lord of Corsairs," the aging hit man 



returned the elaborate bow. 



"You're just in time, dear friend. Raiding has gone well this 



season." Makhi's pirates roamed the waters of the Blood Sea. Pickings had

been slim, with more merchants turning to Dunwich's navy and the marines

of the Sea

Princes' fleet for protection as the war dragged into its second year.

That was until Makhi's bold plan unfolded. They stood atop his 



solution to their problem now. The dock was not on firm land, but perched

on the edge of a giant carapace. The cunning pirate had captured one of

the zaraten, a

race of gigantic seagoing creatures that were the size of an island and

roamed the warm waters to the south. Makhi had established a fortress on

the back of the

mammoth turtle and docked his pirate fleet in the hollows of its shell.

Arrani was one of the few people who ever knew the whereabouts of the

floating citadel. Even

if anyone could find it, they would have to sail through barrages from the

catapults and ballistae that ringed the stronghold and the face the five

hundred buccaneers

that manned them. Makhi planned to take Calimport, the city guarding the

mouth of the Camroot River, then sail his raiders up the river and deep

into the mainland. 



"So, I hope it is good news, you bring my friend." 



Arrani smiled grandly. "Yes. The guild will pay you with new 



weapons. The blockades are much easier to run these days. And the khans to

the east have a weakness for your fair-haired wenches that lets me set my

prices

ridiculously high." 



Tahir Arrani was the sheik's link to the slave markets of Bandar. Makhi

had been raiding the coastline not only for treasure and provisions to

sell to mercenaries of

the Blood Sea War, but had been earning huge sums with the sale of

captured youths. The harems and brothels of the shady port cities were

never full enough to

please their greedy proprietors. 



"Come, let us dine and celebrate good business." 



They went back to his palace. The marble floors and columns were a welcome

replica of the guild house where the two had started. There was a banquet

of fresh

fruits, meats, and warm bread spread out before them. As they were seated,

Makhi nodded to his eunuch guard, who ushered in the 



latest spoils of the raid on the coastal cities. 



Seven women, with hair like spun gold and alabaster skin, stood in a line

before the two. They were completely nude, as was the custom for the host

to display his

wives and concubines for his guests. In Makhi's case though, it was his

sales pitch to his best customer. Arrani was transfixed by the voluptuous

young slaves, who

were drugged with the resin of a bitter herb that robbed them of their

will and replaced it with animal passion. They wore the collars of

apprentice slave girls, with

their hair pulled back by silk barrettes so that the buyer could examine

their faces closely for 



blemishes or signs of misuse. Makhi's personal concubines had prepared

each one, oiling and milking their skins, shaving and perfuming their

womanly charms for the

act of love. 



Arrani looked to his host for approval, who smiled and nodded his assent.

He held his platter up for the slave boy. Instead of placing his dish

there, he spit his

unswallowed mouthful of food into the teen's hand and staggered to the

girl in the middle of the display. He reached out with a greasy, trembling

hand and hefted one

of her large breasts. The areolas of her tits were huge and shell pink. He

reached between her strong thighs with the other hand, running a ringed

finger between the

cleft of her plump labia. He only became aware of Makhi's voice when the

eunuch guard pressed a scimitar under his chin. 



"I said," Makhi intoned with renewed patience, now that he had the

assassin's attention once more, "that that one is for final sale only. She

is the daughter of a noble,

so her hands and feet are not toughened from labor." 



"I'll buy her right now!" the trembling guild master said as he reached

for his pouch. "Afraid not, old friend," Makhi said benevolently. "The

padishah has made an

offer already." 



"I'll offer double whatever he did." 



"The weapons shipment?" 



Arrani balked at the thought He had bought entire barges full of slave

women for half that price. But his eyes rested on the maiden, who had slid

down to the furs

that were conveniently placed in the center of the audience hall. Her eyes

were almond shaped, like the elves of the Freehold woodlands, her lips

full and parted

moistly as she wrapped her arms round his knees. He had no chance to

resist. 



"Done." 



Makhi cackled delightedly and beckoned to three of the women for himself. 



Princess Esmerelda was only faintly aware of the man's hands on her

breasts as he sucked each one of her nipples. As if in betrayal to her own

body, they hardened

underneath the bearded mouth. She seemed to view her own rape as if she

were watching it from her bedroom window in Dunwich Keep. The voice that

whispered

into the old man's ear, telling how good his lips felt, was that of a

waterfront whore trying to please a wealthy customer. The tongue that

trailed down the side of his

neck, tasting his salty sweat and the heat of his desire, belonged to a

woman who had been deprived of a man's pleasure for long years. She

watched the fat, hairy

man press his engorged penis against her smooth thigh, the heat of it was

urgent and barely containing his seed. The strange woman captured his head

between her

hands, began to suck on his outstretched tongue like it was a ripe plum,

tasting the flavor of the morsel he had just eaten. 







Arrani rolled his eyes with lust as the harem girl softly kneaded his

scrotum and blew a sweet puff of breath into his open mouth. She swung her

long, powerful legs

over him and swallowed his drooling cock. He licked at the glistening,

quivering folds of her pussy, mouthing the tender insides of her thighs

and slipping the tip of his

tongue experimentally into the pink pucker of her ass. Esmerelda moaned

and stroked his cock firmly as he snaked his tongue farther in. She

crawled forward on all

fours, her legs spread wide as she looked over her shoulder at him. 



The master assassin stroked his cock with anticipation as he stared at the

dripping pussy. He glanced up at the other girls, who were rubbing their

crotches as they

watched their companion work on their guest. He motioned to one, a

youngster who had just crossed into womanhood, to kneel in front of him.

She knelt and

wrapped her arms around his waist, looking at Esmerelda and licking her

lips with longing. Arrani commanded Esmerelda to play with herself, then

pulled the

teenager's head to his waiting shaft. 



Esmerelda leaned against a pillowed couch, the fingers of both her hands

plunged into her pussy and anus as she watched the girl fellate the

leering man. A drop of

saliva drooled out the side of his mouth as he huffed with the girl's

exquisite rhythm, and the young harem wench stretched her tongue out to

catch it before she

returned to her oral labors. 



Arrani pulled her head away and motioned for her to lay with her head

between Esmerelda's knees. He put a hand around Esmerelda's waist, his

belly pressed

against her smooth back. The slave girl stroked his cock as she flicked

her tongue across Esmerelda's clit. She gave Arrani's cock an appreciative

suck before she

guided it into Esmerelda's wet vagina. 



Arrani let out a hooting groan as he sank his cock into her. 



Esmerelda looked into his eyes, ran her tongue across her teeth with

unrepentant lust as she wriggled her hips and met his thrusts. The old man

couldn't keep the

pace long, and after a dozen thrusts he bucked twice as he sprayed his

semen inside of her. As he pulled out, the slave girl licked the seed from

Esmerelda's shaven

pussy lips. Eager to feel the master's thrusts for herself, she wiped the

spent juices from inside Esmerelda's pussy and smeared it between the

cheeks of her own ass,

slipping two fingers inside her rectum, then knelt prostrate before her

master. The assassin found himself gripped with lust greater than anything

he felt before as he

eyed the small girl's waiting pucker. He spit on his cock to lubricate

himself 



and pressed the head of his shaft into her waiting ass. He was probably

too big and she was not loose enough, but the harem girl's lust would not

be denied. She

pressed back with the strength of her supple body and he penetrated her

sphincter with a lunge that caused him to bite down on his lip. The girl

screamed and

rubbed her clit furiously as she pumped on his fat cock. Esmerelda was

kissing the assassin deeply, her hand at work between her legs, too.

Arrani shouted out with

release as his seed spurted into the girls bowels. The three of them

collapsed back onto the furs and lay panting from their carnal exertions.

The other harem girls

soothed them with gentle massages and cool washcloths as they waited for

their turn with the master. 



Xena and Milan had reached border by nightfall the next day. He had hidden

his uniform beneath a set of flat black garments. They were on the

oceanside cliffs, with

Calimport one day away. From there they could enlist a mercenary crew and

start hunting the marauders. Xena looked from the edge of the cliff to the

lights of

Calimport. She was delaying her mission greatly, but she had an especially

bitter hatred of the slave traders in the east. If Dunwich lost its arms

deal with the Willow

River merchants, she knew where to buy more, and she'd have the money to

get them herself! Milan stretched out on the blanket. They wouldn't risk a

fire, but with

the full moon they wouldn't need any light. Xena came down from the

promontory, taking off her cloak and sitting next to him. He could feel

her warmth and heard

her sigh as she lay back against the tree. He got up 



promptly. 



Xena walked over to where he stood. She touched him softly on the

shoulder, felt him tense up. 



"Was it something I said?" she said with more of a sarcastic edge than she

intended. 



"You're a woman." 



"Congratulations, professor, you've figured that one out. What do you mean

, 'You're a woman?'" 



"The hair, the breasts, the soft skin, that's what I mean!" 



Xena was speechless. She had been expecting some sort of confession of

male ego, like the ones she had heard from so many men who fretted at

having a woman

at their side in combat. Not this time. 



"Ever since I could walk, I've done it with sword or lance in my hand.

Justin was right when he teased me about being slave to a mistress called

war. I was once a

favorite of the princess, you know? I staved off her advances politely but

officiously, talking about duty and the king's trust, and all that. The

truth was I was scared -

scared of her charm and scared of how helpless I was starting to feel. At

least Justin had the courage to try." 



"A lot of men I've met would rather charge a phalanx of angry knights than

admit their feelings for a woman," she said amiably. "Sad, but there's no

shame there.

And, yes there is more to a warrior's life than battle. There are some

thrills that don't sing with the clashing of steel. There are some

passions that aren't borne of fury,

some lusts that aren't for blood. And now you want to know them." 



"I know what I'm missing," he said, flustered, mistaking the 



meaning of her padded words. "That's what makes it so painful." 



Xena stood before him, resting her hands on his shoulders and looking up,

deeply into his eyes. 



"Among the Sujel tribes there's a custom. They never marry, but before

they go off to war, they hold a ceremony where they each choose a mate.

They make love,

and ride to battle with the next day. The Sujel are warrior tribes, both

men and women, and not many reach old age. But those that survive are

always carrying life

forward off the battlefield.." She bit her lower lip and hoped that he

liked what he had seen enough to take her offer. 



"Are you uncomfortable with me?" Xena wanted to know. 



"No," he answered. 



"Are you uncomfortable that I'm more experienced?" 



"Not at all." 



"Good. I want to share with you everything I know." Milan looked at her.

He kissed her softly. It was a sweet kiss, a kiss to dream on. The next

kiss was a little

more than a sweet one, and the next was something else. He heard faint

pings as she undid the straps of his armor, and he worked to free her of

hers. 



They stood before each other naked now. She wrapped her arms around his

neck and her body fit perfectly against his, as if she had lived just for

this moment, had

been waiting and hungering for him all her life. His touch roamed over the

silky skin of her back, her ass, and her supple thighs. He felt her lips

part slightly, and the

tip of her tongue brushed across his lips. He did the same and probed

farther to meet hers in her mouth. Her tongue was a playful thing,

slipping and wrestling with

his. The soft strokes of hers seemed to promise what was to come. 



She smiled warmly at him as they eased down to the blanket. They knelt

opposite each other, content to stare with silent but unabashed

admiration. Milan thought as

he looked at her that even though she was older and was a warrior, her

face was that of a child now - soft, full of wonder, radiant. Xena eased

him onto his back.

She knelt between his legs, with her hands resting at the tops of his

feet. She slowly ran her hands up and down, up and down his legs. She took

his cock in one

hand and very gently cupped his balls in the other. 



She gave his shaft a gentle squeeze and caressed it lightly with the tips

of her fingers. Milan shut his eyes and let waves of pleasure roll over

him. She kissed him

softly, and kissed his chest his stomach, dipping her tongue into his

navel. She felt him begin to arch, recognized the language of his body.

She stopped and squeezed

his cock firmly. "No, no, not yet," she cooed, "There's more. There's so

much more." 



Milan let out a soft cry as her tongue ran along the underside of his

cock. Her lips closed over the head and she sucked softly. She looked up

at him as she slid it

deeper into her mouth. She pulled her upper lip down over the top of it

and flattened her tongue along the bottom. She bobbed her head up and

down, adding wet,

wilting suction as she ran her hand over his chest and stomach. Milan felt

his hands and feet, then his arms and legs start to go numb, all sense

abandoning him except

for the soft, moist grip of Xena's mouth and the licks of her tongue. Xena

watched his face and felt the grip of his hand, until she found his rhythm

and kept at it. She

decided not to tease him. She wanted to give him a climax that he would

remember for the rest of his life, and knew that taking the edge off his

lust would help him

last longer when she finally gripped his cock in her pussy, which was

already swollen and hot with anticipation. 



She thrilled inwardly as she felt him flex and snap like puppet with its

strings cut. His sperm squirted into her mouth in a long, thick, scalding

streams, coating the roof

of her mouth. It was so thick it was almost like paste, and she couldn't

swallow much. She could see the lust in his eyes when he saw his seed

trickling out the side of

her mouth, so she shamelessly let it flow between her lips and down her

chin. She gathered his cum with her fingertips then licked them clean,

then licked up the

semen that remained on his cock, all the while keeping her smoky,

passionate gaze locked with his. 



He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. He rolled her on her back and

gripped her knees, pulling them up and open. He left a trail of wet kisses

from her ankles, to

her knees, and inside her thighs, stopping shy of her flushed, puffy lips.

Milan ran the tips of his fingers gently between them, pleasure of his own

filling him as her

moans and sighs drifted to him. He slid his middle finger deep inside her,

rubbing her clitoris lightly with this thumb. Her breath came in excited

gasps, her head rolled

back and forth as he sucked one of her large, pink nipples as he worked

his hand faster. 



Xena grinned with triumph, her eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy as Milan

ran his tongue between the lips of her pussy. He took long licks that

started at the bottom

of her pussy and ended at her navel. He pulled the fleshy outer lips

between his, sucking and licking with the wettest of 



intimate kisses. 



"What kind of novice are you, young Milan? I've -- ohhhhhh -- never

experienced a man who was as good with his mouth as he was when 



he had talked me into bed!" 



"Justin and I traded notes. I told him how to make the house guard and win

the princess's favor, and he told me how to please women. I used to dream

of this at

night as I slept alone." 



"Mmmmm. Even Hercules, as strong yet gentle as he was, couldn't make me

feel like this. Ahhhhh! Right there, Milan. Ohhhhh yesssss!" 



Milan felt a flush of pride to be compared so with Hercules. He rolled his

tongue and cradled her engorged clitoris with it. It was Xena's turn to

thrash helplessly as

he sucked gently. He squeezed her breasts, stroking her nipples between

his fingers. Her teeth clenched and head 



arched back as a string of explosions ripped through her brain and burned

her loins. 



Milan climbed up and kissed her deeply, letting the warrior princess taste

her own dark, hot juices. Xena grabbed his ass and stroked the young

stud's cock with

satisfaction. It slid powerfully through her fingers as he groaned his

eagerness to her. He was ready, and she knew he would feel well rewarded

when he felt, with his

cock, how hot and swollen her pussy was from his attention. She pulled him

between her legs and scissored them into the small of his back. They

kissed deeply,

teasing each other with twists of their hips and squeezing each other's

ass possessively. Soon they couldn't stand it any longer and worked their

loins together. Milan

felt the goose-egg head of his cock nudge the wet lips of her pussy open.

He pushed his hips forward 



firmly. Xena's pussy seemed tighter than he thought it should, and he was

afraid of hurting her. Xena drew a sharp breath as her pussy stretched

around him. She

looked up into his eyes when she felt him pause. She gave him a strange,

weak smile and nodded. She stifled a moan as he finished his stroke, which

caused a

burning, stabbing sensation deep within her as he reached her limit and

couldn't fit in any farther. Her eyes flew open and her face filled with

animal hunger as he

pulled out and thrust into her again. 



Milan had never felt anything like this in his life. It was like he was

part of her, at her very core, and the daggers of pleasure that shot

through him as the lips of her

pussy slid down to the base of his cock were lancing into her as well.

Inside she was very warm, and the walls of her vagina were so slippery but

at the same time

clinging to the skin of his cock wonderfully. He saw the muscles of her

stomach dance and flinched slightly as her nails raked his back. He thrust

faster and her hands

locked on his hips as powerful jolts racked her body. She seemed to go

weak for few moments, then she wrestled him onto his back and squatted

astride him.. 



"Was this what you were dreaming of when we met?" she purred, 



sliding lazily along him. She crushed herself against him and clamped her

mouth over his, her tongue invading his mouth ravenously. As their

sweat-slicked bodies slid

over each other, Milan could feel Xena's hard, hot 



nipples poking into his chest as if they wanted to penetrate him. Their

gasps and moans mixed together as they felt an immense wave of lust and

pleasure build inside.

They locked together and felt the world go into a spin as his cum surged

into her womb. They writhed as if they were impaled on the 



same spear of intense pleasure. Their breaths were like blast furnaces

against each other's skin as they shared a few more strokes, wincing with

the unbearably

delicious friction. "Sleep, my warrior," she whispered as she felt the

warm, soft blanket of slumber wrap around them. "The battle awaits us." 







======== Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: repost: Xena - Pt 2 of 3

From: antonior@ccshp1.ccs.csus.edu (Reynaldo J. Antonio) Date: 14 Apr 1996

08:09:51 GMT 







Xena: Warrior Princess Part 2 of 3 



This is an X-rated story based on "Xena: Warrior Princess". It takes place

between her appearance on "Hercules" and her own series. Please note that

this does not

have anything to do with plot of either show except for her character.

There are creatures and places that are borrowed from other fantasy

settings, historical

periods, and myths too numerous to name, but some readers may recognize

them, so the author hopes that they're described appealingly. 



Once more, this is and X-rated fantasy story, not to be viewed by or

distributed to minors. If sexual material offends you or you are sensitive

to the subjects of

sadism, non-consensual sex (e.g. rape, coercion), humiliation, bondage, or

slavery 



OR 



graphic violence (this IS a warrior's story) 



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The mercenary ship docked just after dawn in the bustling seaport of

Bandar. Though the city itself was just waking and opening another 



business day, activity on the dock went on at all hours. The vessel docked

across from two heavily laden cargo ships hauling textiles from the far

east. Long trains of

dock workers grunted under the heavy bundles as foremen 



cursed about schedules and lost wages. The two warriors were barely

visible in the crush of humans and demi-humans that were scrambling

frantically between the

docked vessels and the rows of warehouses that separated the shore from

the market area. 



"By the gods, I've never been in a place so confusing! And the smell!"

Milan urged Xena to get them far away from a fishmonger's cart that had

collided with one

carrying pickled animal parts. The shouts were coming loud and furious in

two different languages. Xena ignored Milan's queasy voice as she scanned

the piers. She

found the yellow sails that marked the slave ships, which were docked at

the southernmost pier. As they neared the end of the pier, the crown

thinned out. Xena

dragged Milan into a side alley that doubled as an open sewer. 



"The ones in the red turbans and black pants are the harbor patrol. Avoid

them at all costs. Most of them are drawing pay from the Assassin's Guild.

Also stay clear

of the ones wearing bright yellow, those are the slavers." 



They picked their way to the adjacent street, which was crowded with spice

vendors. The curving route led them to the market yard. It was several

acres wide and

jammed with stalls and carts bearing goods from all corners of the world.

The air was thick with smoke from cooking fires and smoking dens as well

as flies

attracted by food and animal droppings. 



"There," Xena nodded to a row of long buildings with high windows. "Those

are the slave pens. We have to enter near the far side to be close to the

slave girls'

market." 



The auction yard was a covered area several hundred feet wide. The area in

front of the pen for women awaiting auction was crowded with shouting and

whistling

men. Xena abandoned any thought of getting close right now. They could

wait until the first round of bidding ended. By then the first wave of

girls bound for the

brothels would be leaving, with a surge of eager customers behind it. 



Xena did stroll past the opposite end of the auction stand, where

last-minute inspections and subsequent haggling was taking place. New 



owners were vigorously wiping off makeup used to conceal scars and

blemishes or probing and sniffing genitals for disease, while the

wholesalers dutifully feigned

surprise. Milan gaped as he stared at a roped off area where a masked stud

was systematically deflowering a line of women, since, by law, virgins

could not be sold

for prostitution. Here and there, a bidder whispered to a guard and passed

a handful of coins while a cohort discretely escorted a girl out of line. 



"Why buy when you can just borrow, sweetmeat?" Milan turned to his side to

see a woman in dark robes. She pulled aside the hem to reveal one of her

long legs

and her dusky bush. She opened her robe farther and revealed bare breasts

the size of melons. "Only a day's wage, and you don't have to take care of

me

afterwards." 



She pressed her case by running her hands up his legs as she grinned

lasciviously. She gave him a playful squeeze and whispered an offer in his

ear. Xena's hand shot

between them and drew the working prostitute into a swift backhand slap.

The harlot fell heavily on her ass, dropping Milan's coin pouch on impact.

She glared at

Xena, then bolted off. 



"If I remember correctly, you told me the princess was a blonde." 



"Just admiring the scenery, mistress." Milan protested. 



"Give me a break, ranger. She had a harelip." 



Xena's lying, Milan thought. Even she wasn't looking at her face. 



"The princess and her handmaidens are nowhere around here. Small wonder.

What do we do next?" Milan asked. 



"It looks like I get to visit some old acquaintances," she said. The

expression on her face told that the experience would be less than 



pleasant. 



"Welcome back, Warrior Princess," greeted the man in rich, midnight blue

robes. He wore his dark hair long and had a short goatee. A ring of gold

adorned his nose

and an elaborate pendant fastened his cloak. "How long has it been, one

month, two . . .?" 



"Four years, Senguro," Xena scowled at two bodyguards that towered over

her. They smiled warmly and fingered the hilts of their scimitars. 



"That long, eh? Where does the time go? I hope you've come back to take me

up on my dinner invitation." 



"Not this time, Soft-Hand," Xena softened her face and smiled, but her

hand was casually resting on her hip now, near the stiletto. "I came to

ask about the slavers

who are selling western women." 



"Such information is hard to come by, mistress," Senguro was loosing

interest already. "What makes you think I know anything about it?" 



"A gold ring with an bloodstone lozenge set in it. The mark of a prime

charter master for the Assassin's Guild." 



Senguro dropped all cordiality and his thugs promptly gripped the hilts of

their weapons. "Who do not brook invasions of their affairs! I could kill

you now, Xena,

and no one would say a word about it!" 



"No, you couldn't, Senguro, because you're the last person who 



can afford to call the attention of the Guild Master upon himself. How

much have you been holding back this year, Soft- Hand? Three percent? Ten

percent?" 



"I would never cross the Guild! No one who's smart ever does!" 



"And I'm the padishah's daughter!" Xena grinned mockingly. 



Senguro waved his guards to stand easy. "You're going to be the end of me,

Xena. All this, for a few lousy moments in North Haven." 



"Most men would kill for that chance, Soft-Hand. Some have," 



Xena huffed, but they both knew it wasn't an idle boast. 



"I know," Senguro said pleasantly. "So what is it you require? The name

attached to a poisoned blade? A head to ease a grieving widow's heart?" 



"A girl, Senguro. A Dunwich maiden with hair like gold and elfish eyes.

She probably was here within the last few days." 



"The Guild Master left two days ago for the open sea. He sails back here

through the Spindrift Isles, then departs for the east at the new moon." 



"You're sure of this?" 



"Have I ever told you wrong? I didn't think so. I accept your apology,

milady, and you can join me for that dinner to express your gratitude." 



"Looks like we part on bad terms again, Senguro. You'll have to stick to

whatever nobleman's daughter you're sleeping with these days." 



"Not the same, I'm afraid," he grinned as he faded into the shadow. 



"Don't tell me that he. . ." Milan said with a trifle of jealousy. 



"You believe everything you hear, Milan. That's your problem." 



"Can we trust him?" 



"No, but he hates the Guild more than anything else. It was his worst

mistake, and there's no way out once you've stepped in. He never could

think ahead very far." 







The mercenary vessel, the Nightshade, made good time through the Straits

of Colchos and headed for the open sea. They could make Spindrift Sound by

nightfall of

the following day, just in time to catch the Guild slaver as she navigated

the reefs around the islands. The assassins would have to hug the outward

side of the reef

since the beasts prowling the open water were too dangerous and the Duke

of Karmanka had a fleet guarding 



the shoreline. 



They had just sighted the islands when the sun seemed to fade from the

sky. Everyone was struck with horror by the sinister pall of fog that was

rolling across the

islands, and soon its tendrils floated towards the ship. 



"Avast!" bellowed Captain Morgantheau, a veteran of seven wars 



on the Blood Sea and retainer to the Dunwich navy. "Lookouts on the bow!

Watch for reefs!" A lot of good that would do. By the time shallow water

was spotted,

they'd be on top of the reef. 



"What kind of fog is this, Captain?" Milan's teeth chattered as the mist

closed around the ship. The temperature had dropped severely. 



"Devil's fog, boy," he spat into the steam rising off the water. "These

parts never see mist during the day." 



"Sorcery," Xena agreed. She shrugged her cloak aside, heedless of the fog,

her blades standing ready. They all noticed the island at the same time.

At first, they

thought they had been caught by some land-bound current, but a glance

convinced them that they were holding their course. The island was bearing

down on them,

pushing a wall of water several yards high. The crew cried out in dismay

as a huge boulder crested near them, which split open to reveal a

cavernous maw that

carried the reek of centuries from all the oceans of the world. The

Nightshade was broken in half, pieces of her hull swirling in the

monstrous wave. Xena looked on

in horror as Milan was tossed into the air by the heaving deck and plowed

under the 



waves. 



"Get to the forecastle, mistress!" Captain Morgantheau shoved 



Xena up the ladder to the front of the ship. She had just grabbed the rail

for support when the deck collapsed under Morgantheau's feet. He soon

joined the rest of

the hapless crew in the monstrous hydraulics that sucked the broken ship

down. 



Xena found a handhold on the lip of the zaraten's barnacle encrusted jaws,

her feet skidding along the water that surged past her. She felt a rough,

cold hand seize

her around the wrist and haul her clear. She was carried to the top of the

crag and cast down at the feet of a band of buccaneers. 



"Behold - Xena: Warrior Princess," scoffed Hafez Makhi. His grin was the

last thing she saw before the butt of a spear put the lights out. 







Xena was bound at the wrists and elbows with her legs in hobbles. The

guards took either elbow and ushered her up the trail and into the gates

of the citadel. The

little procession drew the attention of dozens of pirates manning the

trebuchets and battlements. 



"Hey, look! It's feared warlord woman herself!" 



"Looks more like fresh fish to me!" 



"Hey, I want that bitch in my bunk tonight!" 



"You can have her! Crazy slut will probably bust you in half!" 



"She won't be so tough with three or four of us pinning her down!" 



"I don't want her after YOU, Drago!" 



"Hey, show us a little more skin, sweet cheeks!" The rogues crowded around

the trail, wiggling tongues and grabbing crotches suggestively. The guards

shouldered

through them to the doors of the Guild House. They climbed a set of stairs

that opened into the audience hall. Makhi was waiting there with Tahir

Arrani. Several

scantily clad blonde women sat among a pile of furs in the middle of the

room. One of them matched Milan's description of his princess. 



"Take her to the harem and treat her with the potion. She'll be the new

centerpiece of my collection." 



Xena went wild with outrage. Her lunge at the grinning pirate was aborted

by the guards holding her chains. 



"On second thought," said Makhi, "Entertain her in the lower chambers for

a while. Do whatever you want, as long as you leave no scars. But I want

her tamed." 



Xena shouted with feral intensity, then the lights went out again as the

guards subdued her. 







Xena woke up with the feeling of something suffocating her. She had a

panic filled moment before she realized that she could still breathe

through her nostrils.

Gagged, she thought, and blindfolded too. Her forearms and calves were

bound in tight sleeves and a belt circled her waist. They were chained so

she was spread

eagle and hanging in the harness. She could tell by the draught on her

skin that she was otherwise nude. 



"Looks like she's coming around." The voice and the footsteps 



came closer. A hand carefully pulled her blindfold up to rest on her

forehead. It belonged to a Nordic man in his early forties, body lean and

hardened from combat.

His grin, full of sharpened, silver teeth, identified him as Rostov, Hafez

Makhi's prime assassin. "This is called the Spider, Xena. Our interrogator

uses this as the

pedestal of his art. You probably remember that his art is something that

most of us do not have the stomach to witness." Rostov picked up a thick,

wickedly curved

hook from the table, letting Xena watch the light from a brazier full of

glowing coals glint off it. He snorted and returned it to its stand. "No,

we've got other ideas. A

lot more fun, although someone's got to serve as the entertainment. Of

course, we've picked you." 



Five pirates barged through the entryway, cursing and snickering, tankards

of ale spilling carelessly. They cheered when they saw the naked woman

hanging in the

middle of the torture chamber. 



"Hold up, boys, let's make her comfortable now, " Rostov released a lever

and pulled a set of pulleys, tilting the cruciform that held the harness

forward. Xena

watched the six men as they stripped down. Their hairy legs came into

view, then they stepped close enough so she could see them hefting and

stroking their penes

into hardness, like weapons being brandished before the onslaught. Rostov

was the first to touch her. He slicked a finger with his saliva, then

rubbed it lightly on

Xena's nipples, which hardened with the sudden chill. The men grunted and

whistled approvingly. 



Rostov rubbed his cock on her face. He grabbed a handful of her dark hair,

pulling her head back forcefully as he pressed his cock against her

breasts. He grinned

with satisfaction at the loathing and terror in her bright blue eyes. The

others stepped forward and replaced him now, running their coarse hands

over the soft skin of

her body. One was below her with his face buried in her tits, sucking and

chewing on her nipples. Two of them were fondling her ass while they

pumped their

inflamed rods up against her thighs, while one was lapping at her cunt as

he jerked himself off. 



The huge black corsair with scars across his face was the one with first

bid at Xena's pussy. One of the others handed him a tray holding a cake of

grease. He

smeared it along the length of his huge tool, eyeing the patch between

Xena's legs licentiously and licking his lips. He smeared another handful

of the lubricant over

the lips of her pussy, working two of his fingers inside her. He kept the

lips parted with his fingers as he steered the dark purple head of his

cock into her. 



He groaned as he shoved his hips forward. His face was knotted with

pleasure as he twirled and rocked his hips, wrenching his cock around

inside her. One of the

others had greased her chest up and was fucking his cock between her

breasts. The black man came first, roaring at the top of his lungs as he

emptied his testicles.

The other squeezed her tits together tightly as he shot his load there.

The next one moved eagerly between her legs, ramming his cock in and

pumping her with short,

dog-like strokes. They took turns at her pussy until their cum had

trickled from her lips and made a puddle on the stone floor. Rostov stood

back and watched the

five thugs use her lavish body, his eyes wide with glee as he worked his

inches. He only came forward when he was ready to pop. He grabbed her hair

and held her

head still as he rubbed the head of his cock on her cheeks and around her

lips. He snorted with satisfaction and growled as he squirted his cum on

her face and in

her hair. The prime assassin gauged the time, decided to give the men

another half hour before he would call in the concubines to clean up and

drug her for the

master. 



The floating citadel made its way east. The zaraten's massive limbs

propelled it along at thirty knots, closing the distance inexorably with

Calimport. When it stopped,

the pirate crew set to a group of giant cogwheels. Groaning and swearing

mightily, they turned the wheels until the piers were deployed from the

recesses in the

zaraten's shell. They went to work arming the frigates that would ravage

the city and the coastline for miles. It was easy among the hustle and

confusion for Milan to

emerge from his hiding place and start climbing. 



The ranger had been sucked into the giant turtle's wake when he hit the

water. Realizing he had only seconds to escape watery death, he caught

hold on the timbers

of the folded pier and lashed himself to it with his pack harness. He rode

along for the last four hours, until the creature slowed and the pirates'

frenzied activity made

his ascent possible. He ducked through the jungle and made his way to the

guild house. The servants loading fresh supplies had left the side gates

open and he

rushed into the house in a swirl of black robes. 



He was overcome with rage when he found the cell holding Xena. 



The heroine was stripped naked and lashed to a bizarre device. He

overheard the groans and crude cheers of the five brutes who were standing

around the weird

rack, groping at her while she hung in a leather harness and one fucked

her. Xena's brow was covered with sweat, her eyes squeezed 



shut. Her face was flushed as she tried to breathe around the leather gag

in her mouth. 



He pulled back into the shadows, taking two heavy throwing spikes from

beneath his robes. He pushed the door open and confirmed that there were

six targets in

the room. They had not noticed him, too caught up in their lust as they

waited another turn inside the woman's silky womb. 



He struck the ones waiting at the sides first. The spikes entered their

throats, driving them to their knees as they fought for air. The man

between her legs was next.

The deadly ranger pulled two leaf-bladed daggers from their sheaths and

plunged them up under the man's ribs. The corsair vomited blood as the

blades pierced his

diaphragm and tore his lungs open. The other two, still exhausted from

their penetrations, died before they could gain their feet when Milan cast

the two daggers at

them. One was killed instantly as it pierced his eye and lodged in his

brain. The other clawed weakly at the cruel knife lodged in his neck as

his lifeblood spurted

from a torn carotid artery. 



Milan used the body of the rapist as a shield when Rostov fired a small

crossbow at him. He cast the body aside and leapt at the assassin. He

bowled the older man

over and grappled with him fiercely. Milan was a bit bigger, but Rostov

was a veteran of hundreds of hand to hand battles. He broke Milan's

chokehold when he

shoved a palm under his chin, forcing his head back. The assassin had

worked a dirk free from his robes and stabbed, but Milan easily caught and

held his arm. He

shoved Rostov's hand into the smoldering brazier. The assassin screamed as

smoke and the smell of roasting pork filled the air. Milan finally sent

him down with a fist

to the back of the neck. 



He retrieved his spikes and daggers, then released the bindings around

Xena's arms and legs. She collapsed into his arms and he pulled the gag

out of her mouth.

Xena gasped gratefully and clung to his shoulder for support. "Milan," she

whispered as he put his arms around her. He took 



water from a pitcher on the table and washed her face. Looking around, he

found a cloth to dry her off with, as well as her clothes and armor. She

pressed her face

into his shoulder and clung to him. Milan held her gently and reassuringly

as her horror passed. With a deep breath, she composed herself and took

the armor. They

noticed Rostov stirring in the shadows. 



"He's still alive," Milan said, slightly surprised. 



"Not for long," Xena said, the steel back in her. She hefted a fallen

scimitar menacingly and stalked toward the wounded assassin. 



"Wait," Rostov croaked, "Don't kill me. . ." 



"Tell me what Makhi has planned." 



"Spare me and I'll tell you," he gasped as he clutched his seared hand in

pain. 



"Start talking, you bastard." 



"He planned to have you drugged and taken into his harem. He was going to

put on a show tonight to show you off as his latest conquest and

acquisition to other

masters of the Assassins Guild." The assassin spit out three of his silver

teeth and continued. "They're celebrating before they overrun Calimport.

I'm supposed to

pick a lieutenant to put on a show with you after their feast. Please, let

me go now!" 



Xena's expression hardened as her grip tightened on the scimitar. 



"No! You promised!" 



"I did not," she said calmly as she rammed the blade through his heart,

closing the shifty eyes forever. 



"Help me hide these carcasses," she said as she tossed Milan the black

pirate's uniform. "Then put this on." 



"What for?" 



"We have a dinner date to get ready for." 







Xena duplicated the drowsy stare that she had seen on the faces of the

harem girls. Milan held her by the elbow as they walked into the bath

house used by the

concubines. Three of them were waiting there, stripped to the waist as

they prepared a bath for the two new arrivals. 



"Rostov said to come here to get ready," Milan said, trying to act

officious to cover his arousal by the three exquisitely beautiful and

voluptuous concubines. One

who appeared to be the leader nodded and they removed their skirts and

jewelry. Two of them took Milan's hands while the leader took Xena's. They

led them to

the marble steps of the bathing pool and proceeded to strip them. 



They sat the couple side by side and one poured a pitcher of warm water

over their heads. Xena was grateful as the water rinsed away the crawling

sensations of the

brutes' hands and their abominable seed. The girls lathered their bodies

with soft sponges and massaged perfumed suds into their scalps. The leader

was busy at

work with a small razor as she denuded Xena's loins. 



"The master likes to observe the small details," she offered in

explanation. Xena nodded, then cast a dark glance at the girl who was 



grooming Milan and taking the privilege of caressing and licking his fully

erect cock. The ranger, shrugged, as if to say, "Hey, this was your idea"

and lay back as the

girl started to scrape his pubic hair away. 



They were rinsed off and led to a pair of padded tables. The girls poured

a sweetly spiced oil onto their backs, then rubbed handfuls of it into

their own skins. They

climbed onto the large tables, next to their guests. The leader straddled

Xena's back and rubbed her shoulders. Across from them, one used her ample

breasts to

rub the oil into Milan's back. He had to admit, even though they were

facing a battle where they were hopelessly outnumbered, he was having a

great time. And even

though Makhi was a pig, he sure could pick the most delectable women. 



They turned them over and finished the rubdown, then led them to the harem

room where a dozen other concubines lounged and slept as they waited for

the couple. 



"The master wants us to warm you up for your performance. But, it seems

that the pleasure is ours, for once," The girls smiled appreciatively and

with enthusiasm as

the two hard-bodied warriors were led into the middle of a sea of pillows

and scented bodies. 



Delicate hands with painted nails reached out and stroked, caressed,

teased them. They were joined by soft, warm tongues. Two of them had Milan

on his back and

took turns licking and sucking his cock as a third offered her pussy to

his mouth. A girl with short, raven-black was kneeling between Xena's

legs, brushing the

insides of her thighs and her labia with a long feather. Two blondes

massaged her breasts while another kissed her tenderly. The other girls

caressed the engaged

partners or paired off themselves until they could trade places. 



Milan couldn't see Esmerelda around the chamber, but was sure 



she would be there tonight. He started to formulate plans but his

concentration was broken when a wench with a long mane of red hair kissed

him lightly. 



"If you think you'll have enough strength for tonight," she asked

demurely, "I was hoping that you would let me please you for a while." 



Milan nodded, feeling quite overwhelmed. The girl kissed him thankfully

and straddled him, taking him inside of her with a practiced thrust of her

hips. Her vagina

seemed to grab him greedily, then gave his cock an affectionate squeeze.

She cooed and whispered to him. "The master likes this with me more than

the others. This

is my specialty. Lay back and let me do the work. I swear you won't be

disappointed." 



Xena had been similarly distracted when the brunette rubbed the tip of her

nose and tongue over her clit. Xena decided to abandon the strategy for

now and kissed

the blonde back hungrily. The harem wench whispered into Xena's ear and

got a nod of agreement. They arranged themselves on their sides, their

faces to each

other's crotch. The blonde began, kissing and licking Xena's slick pussy

as she squeezed her ass. Xena plunged two fingers in and out of the girl's

cunt, teasing her

clit with her tongue. She paused to look over at Milan, who was hanging

onto the table precariously as the red-headed girl rode him through wave

after wave of

orgasms. Xena winked at him and worked on her own girl. 



When the harem girls had sated themselves, Milan and Xena crawled to a far

corner of the bed and nestled down in a mound of pillows. The concubines

took it as a

gesture that the lieutenant wanted time with Xena for himself, so they

left them alone. 



"I think I've found a way to spoil their party tonight," Xena whispered.

"The guards will be light since most of the pirates will be preparing for

the raid on Calimport." 



"Yes. We should be able to escape with the princess quite easily if we can

prevent an alarm from sounding." 



"I intend to do more than that," Xena said ominously. "Are you ready,

young ranger?" 



"As I'll ever be. Traveling with you, a man has to be ready for anything,

it seems." 



"You can't say it's been boring," she said. Despite the grim

circumstances, she felt the flame of desire flare in her and she squeezed

his cock playfully. She felt a rush

of pride as his drained organ writhed and hardened in response. They

embraced and kissed passionately, observing the Sujel custom once more as

the harem girls

watched them dreamily. 



======== Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: repost: Xena - Pt 3 of 3

From: antonior@ccshp1.ccs.csus.edu (Reynaldo J. Antonio) Date: 14 Apr 1996

08:10:56 GMT 



Xena: Warrior Princess Part 3 of 3 



This is an X-rated story based on "Xena: Warrior Princess". It takes place

between her appearance on "Hercules" and her own series. Please note that

this does not

have anything to do with plot of either show except for her character.

There are creatures and places that are borrowed from other fantasy

settings, historical

periods, and myths too numerous to name, but some readers may recognize

them, so the author hopes that they're described appealingly. 



Once more, this is an X-rated fantasy story, not to be viewed by or

distributed to minors. If sexual material offends you or you are sensitive

to the subjects of

sadism, non-consensual sex (e.g. rape, coercion), humiliation, bondage, or

slavery 



OR 



graphic violence (this IS a warrior's story) 



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Tahir Arrani took his place at the banquet, his prime assassin by his side

and Princess Esmerelda lounging at his feet. Eight other sheiks from

various cartels in

Calimport and neighboring countries were in attendance. Each of the

dignitaries had two slave girls chosen from the pens. Seated on his throne

at the middle of the

banquet table, Hafez Makhi watched his guests as they drank from gold

goblets and feasted on the mounds of rich food. His normally stern face

was broken by the

smuggest of grins as the chosen moment approached. Using the edge of his

dinner knife, he struck a small bell that produced a high, clear tone. 



"My friends," he gestured to the assembled sheiks, "today we begin a

venture greater than any other in the history of the Guild. We have proved

what this citadel can

do on the open sea. No merchant vessel can get by us. No fleet can stand

up to us. In three days time, Calimport will belong to us! We shall claim

the city and

control the entire coastline. The merchants will have to deal with us, and

Bandar will become the economic capital of the three continents! The

agents of our guild are

in place and have made preparations for our landing. Once Calimport is

occupied, we shall sail our barges up the Camroot River, deep into the

Berlandic plains,

taking what the rich farmlands and mining towns have to offer. We shall

take anything, ANYTHING, that we desire. . ." 



On this verbal cue, the curtains to a vestibule parted and out stepped

Milan, leading Xena. He was naked except for a leather loincloth, his

bulging muscles glowing

from the oil rubbed into his skin. In his hand, he held a silk cord that

was clasped to the gem-studded slave collar around Xena's neck. She wore

the diaphanous

veils of a concubine and gold bracelets around her upper arm and a slim

chain around one of her ankles. The eyes of the assembled crime bosses and

harem girls

crawled avidly over the bodies of the two performers. There were whispers

as the rumors of Makhi's latest accomplishment were now confirmed. 



Makhi clapped his hands twice, nodding to Milan. The costumed ranger undid

the clasp at Xena's collar and seated himself on the couch in the middle

of fur-lined

floor. The musicians began a tune, then Xena started to sway her hips to

the hypnotic rhythm. Her shoulders joined in, moving in counterpoint as

she shifted from one

leg to the other in the classical form of a harem girl's belly dance. 



Milan, like the others, found himself absorbed by the undulations of her

sleek abs. She moved her legs farther apart and snaked from side to side,

the sinuous motion

of her torso causing the men, and a lot of the women, to wet their lips.

She danced around the edge of the floor with spins and leaps that allowed

the slits in her veils

to show long flashes of warm skin. 



She stopped in front of one party. It was made of a man in his twenties,

who was the youngest sheik, and a pair of dark-skinned women. She stepped

in between

his legs. He looked up at her as she twisted sensuously, barely an inch

away from his face. She gave him the end of her skirt and spun on her toes

away from him,

unwrapping the skirt and freeing it with a quick snap of her hands as she

reached the middle of the floor. She pranced forward as she shed her sheer

harem blouse

and came up to a man across from them. This time she dropped to her knees,

her legs spread and her hands cupping her breasts for the man and the

breathless

women. 



The man swallowed hard as she put her hands on his shoulders. She arched

forward three times, pushing her chest out, her nipples grazing against

him. She whipped

her head forward, her hair floating around his face so that they could

only see each other. He closed his eyes as she moved forward, her lips

parted for a kiss, but

then she turned and kissed the slave girl instead. She held the teen's

face between her hands and offered him the girl's lips, which were still

moist from the kiss. 



Xena leaned back onto the floor, twisting over to her belly with a turn of

her long legs. She crawled forward on her hands and knees like a sleek

jungle cat to the

next sheik. As she rose, she gathered her hair up and let it cascade back

down to her shoulders, a motion that threw her breasts up and out. She

placed a foot on his

chest, then shoved him playfully onto his back. She stepped forward and

placed her feet at the sides of his head, then squatted down as she spread

her lips for him.

His eyes were locked on the teasing strokes of her hands as she slid a

finger inside her cunt, playing with herself to coax the moisture onto her

lips. She ran her

fingers around her clit, pulling the top of her pussy upward so her pink

bud peeked out at him. The man stretched out his tongue towards the

welcoming folds of her

cunt. Xena let him lick there a few times, then moved on. 



She plucked the berry that Esmerelda was going to feed Tahir Arrani out of

her fingers. She slid the tip in and out between her lips a few times as

she looked into the

assassin's glassy eyes, then nibbled on the end of it to release the juice

from it. She rubbed the berry around her lips, on her chin, down her neck,

around her nipples.

She held the berry out for him to finally take into his mouth. 



Xena resumed her dance around the room. Arrani placed a hand on

Esmerelda's shoulder and spread his legs apart. She reached into his

caftan and pulled his cock

out, pumping it soothingly as they watched the dancer. It was a scene that

was being repeated around the room as the crowd anticipated what was

coming next. 



She returned to Milan, passing her hands over the warmest curves of her

body as if they were extensions of his imagination while she continued her

serpentine dance.

She spun around and dropped into his lap. When his arms went around her in

reflex, she latched onto them, guiding his strong hands to her breasts and

thighs as she

writhed on top of him. She slid two of his fingers into her pussy, then

waved them under his nose before she let him suck on them. 



She turned over, her arms around him and her tits smashed against his hard

chest. Some of the slave women watched with envy as she squirmed on his

lap and ran

her hands over the symmetric muscles of his back. Xena got up and lay on

her back, her knees pressing his ankles until his legs were spread. She

held one tit up to

her tongue while she spread the lips of her pussy open for him. She ground

into the plush fur as she fingered herself, letting the throes of her

pleasure enchant the

crowd. She turned over, her ass up in the air and pumping at Milan, giving

him a good look at the way her fingers slid in and out. She spun over

again and put her

legs up at the sides of his neck and arched into the air, her body

undulating. Milan kissed the smooth skin of her legs, which only seemed to

inflame her more. She

rolled back to the floor and held his knees as she pulled herself up, her

tits brushing the insides of his legs and her smooth belly coming to rest

against his cock as

they kissed. 



She hooked her fingers into the top of his loincloth, pulling it off and

freeing his cock. As she took his thick shaft in her hand, the audience

closed in to watch. A

couple got down on the floor behind her, staring at her exposed vagina.

Others watched as she ran the tip of her tongue over his cock, tracing the

outline of the large

vein that trailed on the side. She sucked noisily and let plenty of saliva

run down his cock, performing for their benefit. Milan did likewise,

panting and groaning

whenever Xena did something exceptional with her mouth. Their torrid

display was having the desired effect. One of the sheiks lay on the furs

with a harem girl who

mimicked Xena's fellatio as they watched. Milan got up with Xena's legs

wrapped around him, her weight feathers to the knotted cords of his arms.

Xena ground her

crotch over his as they kissed and eased down to the fur. Some of the

people were bold enough to reach out and stroke their bodies as they

coupled, squeezing

buttocks, tits and hard muscles. Xena climbed off, stroking Milan's cock

to keep him warm and titillated as she scanned the audience. She picked

out a petite, slim,

brown-haired girl with innocent eyes. Xena grabbed the girl by the

shoulders, licking the side of her neck and kissing her as she pulled her

over to Milan, who was

stoking his cock and breathing harder as he looked the wench up and down.

The girl gasped as she forced herself down on Milan's cock. Xena picked

out the

young sheik and pulled him down to the furs. He kissed her wetly as he

grabbed her hips and entered her. 



Milan looked over at Xena, who gave him a subtle gesture to wait. She

caressed and licked at the young man until he tensed up, growling behind

bared teeth as he

locked his hips forward. She put her arms around his neck, moaning as she

felt him cum inside her. The girl riding Milan dug her nails into his

shoulders as she came,

whimpering as Milan pushed her on her back and drove hard into her slit.

He locked his mouth over hers as he filled her with sperm. When he pulled

out of her, his

cock made a small, soft pop, like the cork out of a bottle. Xena moved

Milan out of the way and moved over the girl into a 69. The harem girl

opened her mouth to

catch the jism as it dripped from Xena's pussy lips, while Xena probed

with her tongue to lap up Milan's cum. The young sheik was back, still

hard as a rock and

wanting to penetrate her again. Xena smiled and lay back with her knees

drawn up and wide for him. 



Milan saw her give a get-ready signal, and noticed that the guards were

eyeing Xena as she screwed the horny pirate and the two women that were

licking the

wetness from his own cock. The others had moved away in sticky pairs and

were oblivious to the surroundings. Xena's partner came again, collapsing

into her arms,

and this time she seized his chin and wrenched his head brutally, snapping

his neck with a subdued crunch. Milan sprang forward and flung two of the

thick furs at

the guards. They were entangled by the heavy skins long enough for Milan

to latch onto one's neck and lever himself up to plant a heel explosively

in the other's

windpipe. Xena heaved the deadweight from her and the crowd scattered in

sudden panic. The slave girls milled about in a daze as their masters

abandoned them. 



Milan caught a hold of Esmerelda and held up the pendant that he had

hidden, an ivory likeness of Thetis, goddess of the oceans. Esmerelda

suddenly choked and

heaved. Milan steadied her as a trickle of dark fluid dripped from her

mouth, the herb's toxins expelled from her body by Thetis's grace. 



"Milan?" The princess's voice was faint and the recognition in her eyes

was faltering. Milan grasped her hands as if she were hanging from them

over a cliff. 



"Yes, my princess! We must flee, all of us. Can you walk?" 



"As long as it's away from this horrid place." 



"I'll gather the rest of our women. Xena will free the ones in the being

held in the pens. We need to find a ship to get away." 



"Milan! More guards!" 



He rushed to help Xena stop the squads that had arrived. He relieved the

corpses of the bodyguards of two heavy, fearsome scimitars, found another

and flipped it

to Xena. With a fierce war cry, he waded into the first wave of corsairs.

His cry was joined by the shrieks of the dying as the pirates fell before

the whirling blades of

the ranger. Xena met her own opponents with unbridled fury, scattering

them like chaff before the wind. The pirates' escape was thwarted by the

fluttering roar and

thunderous impacts of missiles launched by vessels of the Dunwich navy.

The rogues scattered about the guild house, knowing that they faced

certain death outside

as the catapults flattened the fortifications as well as inside as the two

warriors slew their fellow pirates until the floor of the audience hall

was slick with blood. They

decided that they stood a better chance against the bombardment and fled

toward the frigates that had not been sunk yet. 



When the last of the remaining guards fell dead, the two warriors led the

kidnapped women out. Milan checked a girl who had fallen, then looked over

at Xena. 



"Are you hurt?" He could not tell from the arterial explosions of their

victims if any of the blood was hers. 



"Makhi will hurt worse." She said as she dropped the scimitar and

reclaimed her weapons from a guard who had taken them for his own. 



"The Lord of Corsairs will answer for many crimes after I drag him back in

chains. Justice will be swift to claim that monster." 



"It had better. If I find him first, you can stop looking." 



"Good hunting, mistress," he said, crossing his weapon with hers in

parting. He gathered his charges to leave for the docks as Xena ran

through the gloomy

passageways to the slave pens. 







"Quickly, loyal ones! We must flee to the docks!" Esmerelda hurried the

last of the slave girls to follow Milan and pried a broadsword from a dead

pirate's grasp.

She blocked the doorway as three buccaneers moved to intercept them. 



The thugs laughed at the naked girl with the sword, but Esmerelda was no

novice to combat. She remembered when Justin ordered her to fight nude one

session. At

first she was amused, thinking that he had finally worked up enough nerve

to attempt seduction, but ceased laughing when she noticed the stern

expression on her

tutor's face. 



"There are some moves that you cannot make while fettered by armor," he

had told her as he executed a spin and leap that seemed to belong in a

ballet, except for

the wicked jabs and cuts of the blade that would kill a man horribly. He

taught her how to use her smaller size, speed, and acrobatic talent

against larger, slower,

armored foes. She was now grateful for the lesson. 



The first pirate sheathed his sword and pulled a coiled whip from his

belt. He was intent on taking a prize along on his escape. A whip was no

match for a

broadsword, but the scorned princess offered no quarter. The pirate saw

the flash of steel and heard a sound that he was accustomed to hearing

around the cook's

butcher block, but by the time he realized his arm was missing the

princess had already run through one of his comrades. The third was

quicker to react, but not

quick enough. He sliced through empty air as the princess hacked through

the flesh between his neck and shoulder. 



Esmerelda had just delivered the coup de grace to her first opponent when

she heard mocking laughter behind her. She turned and saw Arrani 



waiting, licking the blade of his jeweled dagger as he sneered. 



"So, my pet, you prove that the most beautiful things are always the most

deadly." His leer changed to malicious snarl. "Time for play is over. Now

I will carve more

openings in your flesh for a different sense of pleasure." 



"That kind of talk may cow a slave girl," she said, her eyes flashing as

she raised her weapon, "but now you face a daughter of the Royal House. My

retribution is at

hand." 



She lunged and dove between his blubbery legs, as if ducking into a small

tunnel, except for the hand wielding the sword. With one smooth stroke,

she emasculated

Tahir Arrani, almost splitting him to his navel. The assassin, in shock

from the speed of the attack and the pain of the awful wound, doubled over

and tried to face

her. She turned and delivered the final blow, just as in her lessons. It

was silent in the chamber except for the whistle of the blade, followed by

the sound of the head

of the assassin landing at the princess's feet. 



"For you, beloved," she choked. Dropping the gruesome weapon, she walked

out of the guild house, into the light. 







Xena found the slave pens and saw, to her relief, that the women were not

drugged. With no time to find the keys, she smashed the locks off the

doors and helped

the women out. A dozen guards appeared at the entrance of the cell block,

baring their weapons. Xena flew at them with her sword poised and a curse

yelled at the

top of her lungs, not caring that she was practically naked against the

wall of thugs and ranks of archers who were leveling crossbows at her.

Athena, Blessed

Goddess, she prayed, protect me as a strike my enemies. At least let me

fight them long enough for the innocents to escape. 



To her surprise, the archers pulled up their weapons, and the guards

faltered in their advance. There was a deafening cry as the women of

Dunwich rushed to their

rescuer's aid. The guards, still stupidly thinking of the profits they

would loose by killing the captives, held their fire and set in a position

in front of the doorway. But

the women, fighting for their freedom and filled with the fierce mettle of

their city-state, joined the Warrior Princess in the fray. They fought

with tooth, nail, broken

furniture and bricks that had been loosened in the bombardment, screeching

and striking until no marauder was left standing. When it was done, seven

of their sisters

lay dead, and several others with serious wounds, but all the guards had

been slain, pulled out of their armor and torn to pieces by the enraged

women. 



Xena organized them to carry the wounded out and sent them on their way,

then stalked back into the main hall in search of Makhi. She did not have

to search very

hard. 



"Come, Xena," he said as he drew his sword. "Show me what the mainlanders

feared in you so much." 



Unlike Arrani, who lived soft in his palace, Makhi was still one of the

deadliest swordsmen on the Blood Sea. He met Xena's attack with ringing

steel, sweeping her

blades wide and pressing in for a quick kill. She brought a knee into his

midsection, foiling his attack, but it left her flank open to the reverse

of his swing. She barely

dodged the lethal cut, feeling the bite of steel as the tip of the blade

grazed her. The two opponents disengaged and circled, now conceding

greater respect for each

other. 



The two battled without anything but near misses and glancing blows

telling, but the aging pirate could not hold out for long against Xena's

acrobatic defenses and the

hammering of her twin swords. He faltered, overextending when he tried one

last ferocious attack. She waded in behind a wild swing and thrust with

one weapon,

jabbing him in the shoulder, then the other knocked his blade out of his

hands. She gripped the hair of his head, the tip of her sword leveled

against his spine for the

fatal thrust. 



"If you have a god to pray to, corsair, pray that he's listening. In the

name of all whose lives you destroyed and the scars that will never heal,

die!" 



Athena forgive her, she felt glorious. 







Milan was relieved when Xena appeared at the dock. He had loaded the last

of the women aboard a naval vessel and had sent them on their way back to

the

mainland. 



"Where's our princess?" 



"She's not with you?" 



"She never left the guild house." 



They backtracked and found her on the edge of the dock's watch post. Milan

was struck with horror as the princess stepped out on the ledge. Her

intentions were

made clear by the anguish on her face. 



"Let me die, Milan," she wailed desperately. 



"No, my princess. I will not let the vile slavers claim final 



victory over us with your death." 



"I'm broken. They've taken my virtue, my dignity. They've taken Justin!

Everything that mattered is gone." 



"Everything but hope, and Justin's love for you. It takes more courage to

live than to die, Esmerelda. Justin loved you, he would want you to go on,

to live for him.

He knew that if he should fall, his love would live on long after him,

that it would comfort you when you were lost, would sustain you when you

suffered." 



Esmerelda's grief receded, the grotesque horror of the citadel faded with

her memory of Justin's kind face. Wise, cheerful, smiling and saying that

it was a good day

for a ride out in the countryside. Her grief was no longer for her fallen

champion, but for herself, for having to continue without him by her side.

She stepped away

from the ledge and fell to her knees as she let the sobs finally come.

Milan took her in his arms and carried her back to the ships. Xena

remained a respectful

distance away to leave their grief private. So he has held and comforted

me like that, not long ago. The princess has done no wrong, but how many

women have

suffered at the hands of my men while I laughed about it? Hercules, my

friend, my love, when you held me in you arms, I felt so secure, so

supported, that I had a

dream of stripping off my armor and weapons and burying them as symbols of

the part of me that hated, that lusted for dominion and the blood of those

who stood

in my way. But then I realized that I must bear my arms still, this time

to defend. I will defend those who cannot defend themselves. I will defend

those who would

suffer at the hands of people who are like what I once was. 



"Milan, we must go," she called. 



"Where, mistress?" 



"We must finish this place. Listen, this beast we ride, it does not

normally roam about the waters like this. Someone is keeping it active. It

takes strong magic to do

so. We must stop them and release this beast from its enchantment, or the

citadel will be occupied again. Follow me!" 



They paused to do battle with small knots of brigands along the way.

Dunwich ships had docked and marines were routing the pirates stranded on

the floating

citadel. The ships cast off and chased down the frigates that were

escaping. Milan ordered the marines to fall back as Xena led him towards

the massive head of the

zaraten. They were stalled by archers who were holed up in the heavy

bunker until marine grenadiers threw flasks of burning oil through the

arrow slits. The two

warriors led the charge into the complex. "Kill the one with magi's

robes," Xena said as she cut down a brigand who had survived the flames. 



"I see him," Milan said as he picked a harpoon from a rack on the wall.

The magician was too busy trying to steady the wounded zaraten to cast

another spell. The

ranger heaved the missile and it smashed through the body of a man in

black and gold robes, almost passing completely through him. With the 



enchantment dispelled, the zaraten acted in its own defense and started to

dive. The heroes headed for the edge of the shell where a Dunwich ship had

came

alongside. Princess Esmerelda waved for her soldiers to hurry as the

living island sank. A wave of panicked slavers swarmed to board the ship,

but were repelled

and cast back into the foaming sea. 



"Looks like we've won," said Milan, "We've destroyed the black heart of

the beast, now its tentacles will die off." 



"I'm afraid not," Xena said grimly, "The limbs will grow new beasts. The

factions within the guild will now vie for power, and when they reform,

they'll be back for

vengeance. 



"It will be their last mistake," Esmerelda said as they watched the

burning ships slip beneath the waves. The water was thick with the flotsam

of the ruined fortress

and the bodies of the marauders. "When we get back, the first thing I will

ask of my father is the curettage of the port cities. The guild and the

slavers will be no

more." 



"Bandar's government is rife with corruption," the captain of 



the naval ship interjected. "The city will go to war to protect the

guild." 



"Then let there BE war! These wretches kill our neighbors and sell our

children. They will not be able to hide behind the throne of a spineless

noble anymore. It

won't matter if we keep our mining colony across the Blood Sea when our

own city is not safe." 







Princess Esmerelda went to Willow River as emissary, with Milan and Xena

as her escorts. They completed the task, and the objective of Dunwich's

military shifted

from holding the mithril mines to patrolling the borders and sea lanes.

Xena was right about the slavers. Though the might of the guild had

suffered from the defeat at

Calimport, and even more so in the weeks that followed as the bid for

power was on, the markets had already appeared in other cities. As long as

Esmerelda and

Milan lived, though, they vowed that the women of Dunwich would not be

among the unfortunate females sold there. 







Xena accepted the princess's offer to stay in the keep. She was happy to

be close to Milan, who had elected for garrison duty. But as the days

passed into the cool

winds of fall, she had begun to think more of the hills of her homeland,

of the songs of the women during the harvest season. The pleasant citizens

of Dunwich, all of

a sudden, seemed indifferent. Their easy charm seemed to pale as her need

to return home deepened. Milan sensed the change in her and tried to get

her to talk

about it, but she could never bring herself to say what was going on

inside of her. She didn't know how to tell him why she must leave or, more

importantly, how to

convince him that she needed to go on alone. Esmerelda had noticed Xena's

plight. She asked her about it one night. 



"You have been a very gracious host, Princess," Xena reassured her, "and

I've felt very welcome here. Everyone has been kind, but I must leave you

now. I must

return to my homeland." 



"I wish you well, Xena. You'll be welcome in our city if you ever come

this way again." Esmerelda worried her lip and shook her head, saying

softly, "I wish we had

more warriors like you. And it looks like I loose my personal guard once

again." 



"What do you mean? With Justin gone, Milan is even more committed to

ensuring your safety." 



"Not likely," she said. "I've seen the way he looks at you, how his heart

opens every time he hears your voice." 



"He can't come with me. I've too far to go to reach my home." She shut her

eyes, remembering her last words with her mother, remembering the words of

defiance

and bloody ambition. "It may not be my home anymore." 



"He loves you, Xena." 



"He may love me, but he needs you. That's more important to his own

happiness than being at the side of his first lover." 



"Will you tell him?" 



"When I can find the heart to. If I ever can find the heart to." 



"You can. You must. Your feelings are strong, but they have a price." 



"It's too great!" 



"Yes, Xena. But even though it hurts, there's comfort in such 



pain." 



"I don't understand." 



"Poor woman. I guess you don't. And there's nothing that can be done to

change how things are or to lessen what you feel. Alas for you, Warrior

Princess. And alas

for the man dear to us both." 







Milan was writing at his desk. It was his fourth draft, finally one he was

willing to sign, and he did so carefully. He spread a pinch of sand to dry

the ink and rubbed

his eyes. Tomorrow he would promote his lieutenant and they would both be

there when he presented his resignation to the castello. He had turned the

problem over

many times in his mind, but he always came to the same thing. Something

was bothering Xena, something that she wouldn't talk about. And if there

was a solution to

her troubles, she wasn't finding it in the city. He was determined that

she wouldn't have to search for it alone. This time, he would not let his

career defeat his feelings

for a woman. There was a soft knock at his door. 



"If that's you, squire, you're dismissed for the night." 



He gawked as Xena entered the room. She was clad in a silken gown. A pale

blue, see-through garment that. . . 



It was the first time he had seen Xena like this. When she was in her

armor, weapons in hand, she had always projected power , but this was a

different kind of

power. Different, but by no means weaker. 



Esmerelda was right, Xena thought. There was something precious in the

pain itself. A lump formed in her throat and she looked shyly at the floor

as she tried to

remember the speech she had rehearsed all afternoon in her suite. The

words evaded her as Milan rose and opened his arms for her. You never

showed me this

side, Hercules. When we parted, I knew it was for the best. But now I want

to stay! I want to ride with him through the meadows in the spring. I want

to share my

dreams with him, as he has with me. I want to not have to wonder where I

can spend the night safely or when I'll be eating again. I want to be able

to greet people

without worrying if my weapons are within easy reach. I want to hold his

power when we are in bed, to feel his heartbeat against my breast and hear

how sweetly

my name sounds in his whispers while we make love. But it cannot be so. I

have a dark road to follow, and he cannot be part of it. This part of me

cannot live right

now, not with the wraiths of unforgiven sins grasping for me in my sleep. 



"Why are you crying, mistress?" 



She looked at him, the desperation almost wrecking her. "Don't call me

that, Milan. We are more than warriors." 



"Aye, dear one," he said as ran his hands through her dark hair, brushed

his lips against the delicate skin of her neck, the soft spot behind her

ears. 



On the brink of tears, she was robbed of any chance to tell him. The

comfort of his arms was something that tore away her resolve. She had

faced sword and arrow

and fist, most of the time without so much as a flinch, but she fell to

his gentle touch, cowered at the aspect of losing him to the cold, empty

future she faced. 



She stepped away from him as she slipped the straps of the filmy gown off

her shoulders. The sadness gave way to something else, something that was

much more

urgent and replaced the ache in her heart with fire. The gossamer fabric

floated down to her feet, and she stepped out of it as she took Milan's

hands, tugging him

onto the bed with her. 



Xena's body was feverish, insistent as she arched against him. Her strong

thighs squeezed him as they kissed. Her fingers locked in the lengths of

his hair as he kissed

her chin, her throat, the hollows of her clavicles. He could feel the

throb of her pulse beneath her skin as his lips caressed the curve of her

neck. His hips rocked

powerfully with a slow rhythm. She rubbed her calves along the back of his

legs, squeezed his ass and felt the muscles there flex as he continued his

wonderful

strokes, but he wouldn't come yet. Her hands clenched the sheets of the

bed into sweaty bunches. Milan took her hands in his, raveling his fingers

with hers, pulled

them over her head as he sped up. Xena screamed out as their flesh pounded

together. In a few minutes, they were interrupted by banging at the door.

Milan poked

his head out the door and whispered a lame, embarrassed excuse to the

alarmed servants while Xena giggled. She'd rarely done that, especially

not around a man,

but she could not deny the feeling as they grinned at each other

sheepishly and laughed together once the servants' footsteps receded. 



He climbed back into bed with her, rolling and tangling in the 



sheets while they rained soft kisses over each other. This time their

embraces were relaxed, more tender, as the flames of lust softened into

the warmth of affection. 



Afterwards, she got up and looked out the balcony at the city that was

still asleep. The evening air was crisp and her joy was tempered as she

realized she still didn't

know what to say to him. She realized that she was hurting them both, but

she didn't know what to do. Milan was sitting on the edge of the bed,

reaching out to her. 



"Come back to bed, Xena, there's still some night left." 



"Hold me, Milan," she said, grateful for the darkness that hid the

suffering in her eyes. She knew that this would have to last her a long

time. 







The morning sun streamed through the window and warmed Milan's 



face. He shifted in the pleasant feeling of drowsiness, reached out to put

his arm around Xena. He felt only the rumpled sheets were she had been,

already cool. The

room was silent and empty when he sat up and looked around. He pulled on a

robe and started to go to her quarters, but he stopped before he even

reached the

door. He already knew what he would find. And even though he was bitterly

disappointed, he wasn't too surprised. He looked from his window at the

world that

was waking. It was a clear day that was indifferent to his sorrow as the

woman of his heart rode out of his life. 



The lands where she was riding were sunlit, the sky was the same soft blue

as her eyes. He watched it all through his tears.