My Xena, What Big Teeth You Have by Del Robertson
~ My Xena, What Big Teeth You Have ~
Warning: In case you didn't realize, this is an alt story. Meaning, there might be some graphic or not-so-graphic depictions of two or more women in love. If for some reason you don't care for this sort of story - What are you reading this for? And, if you are under 18, you also know better - leave now.
Comments/Feedback: is very much appreciated. Direct both to delrobertson@ymail.com
Xena sat back on her haunches, head tilted to one side as she watched her bard frantically put down words. Unable to stand it any longer, she reached out, one large calloused hand closing upon Gabrielle's, stilling her movements.
She'd been forced to walk rather than ride through the woods due to the amount of low-hanging branches and exposed roots upon the forest floor. The last thing she needed was for either her hair to get tangled in the gnarled limbs and forcefully yank her from the saddle or for Argo to trip and send her flying.
That's when Gabrielle stepped in. With just a few low-spoken words from her Queen, the ferocious Amazon warrior meekly surrendered and, without another grumble of protest, climbed onto the pallet. And, just to make sure she stayed there, Gabrielle walked along beside her weapons master's litter, holding her hand and amiably chatting with Ep the entire trip into the village. The look on the regent's face when the cream of their warrior crop was escorted home by their tiny Queen --
Xena pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. Closing her eyes, she slowly counted to ten. They'd been going at it like this for what seemed like ages now. Certainly ever since she woke up to find Gabrielle hovering over her, attempting to stop the blood flow from her wound with a huge clump of spider's web. When she'd first tried to stand, the world had once more tilted beneath her. With the aid of the bard's staff, she'd eventually made it to her feet.
"My, my." As the leader dismounted, brown eyes swept over the length of the warrior princess' sword. "You expecting trouble, or are you just glad to see me?"
"Really?" Gabrielle adopted an air of innocence as she commented, "I don't recall seeing either of you with a staff. Unless it was a ... very ... tiny ? staff."
"Well, what'd you think?" Gabrielle asked, indulging in a piece of hardened honey.
"It was great, Gabrielle." Ephiny was sitting curled up on a thick fur, leaning against and back into Eponin. Her warrior had both arms wrapped about her regent's waist, one large hand tracing idle patterns upon a flat abdomen. Her chin rested on Ephiny's shoulder, their dark and light locks intermingling. Gabrielle couldn't help smile at the adorable picture they made. Impulsively, she tossed two pieces of candy at her regent. Ephiny easily caught the candy, popped one into her mouth and twisted about, depositing the other piece into Eponin's. As she withdrew her fingers, a quick tongue darted out, licking honey from the tips of Ephiny's fingers. "As always."
Ephiny's mind railed against the assault even as her traitorous body refused to act in self-defense. All of her motor skills had ceased to function, save those that told her brain - in clarifying detail - exactly what was happening.
Logically, she knew - Oh, she was very much aware - that this was Xena that had her pinned against a tree. And, it was Xena's tongue that was repeatedly thrusting in and out of her mouth, her teeth nipping at Ephiny's bottom lip. And, there was no doubt whose hand was mauling and roughly kneading her breast through her halter. Just as there could be no mistaking the identity of the other hand that was pressed firmly between a thickly muscled thigh and the juncture between her legs, pressing up and in, skillfully applying just the right amount of pressure.
The knowledge that this was the Queen's consort - and what would happen if they were to be caught - only made the regent that much wetter. As Xena ended the kiss and released her prey, Ephiny's knees buckled, only her grip on the bark of the tree keeping her upright.
"Next time you try tracking someone, little Amazon," Xena moved back, grinning as she wiped her lips across her forearm, then dramatically bringing her fingers beneath her nose and sniffing them before tentatively extending her tongue and tasting, "Make sure you're ready for the consequences of finding them."
Figuring Xena's sudden interest in Ephiny had more to do with whose mate she was than with Xena actually desiring the regent, Solari decided to keep her thoughts to herself.
She was only about three bites in when she heard a yelp and a curse from the other end of the table. Gabrielle looked up, her eyes instantly seeking out Xena. The warrior was still hunched over her plate, a bone clutched in her fist, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
Xena tolerated Gabrielle's touch, but never took her eyes off Eponin. By this time, she had the bone in her mouth, teeth working at the joint, trying to get at the marrow. "She was after my meat."
Xena growled, the bone still clenched between her teeth. She turned her head to look at Eponin, but didn't offer up a word for the injured Amazon.
Xena grumbled something beneath her breath. Something too low for Gabrielle to hear. But, she obediently did slide off the bench and glumly slunk off in the direction of the Queen's hut. It didn't escape anyone's notice that she took her bone with her.
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My Xena, What Big Teeth You Have by Del Robertson
~ My Xena, What Big Teeth You Have ~
Warning: In case you didn't realize, this is an alt story. Meaning, there might be some graphic or not-so-graphic depictions of two or more women in love. If for some reason you don't care for this sort of story - What are you reading this for? And, if you are under 18, you also know better - leave now.
Comments/Feedback: is very much appreciated. Direct both to delrobertson@ymail.com
Xena sat back on her haunches, head tilted to one side as she watched her bard frantically put down words. Unable to stand it any longer, she reached out, one large calloused hand closing upon Gabrielle's, stilling her movements.
She'd been forced to walk rather than ride through the woods due to the amount of low-hanging branches and exposed roots upon the forest floor. The last thing she needed was for either her hair to get tangled in the gnarled limbs and forcefully yank her from the saddle or for Argo to trip and send her flying.
That's when Gabrielle stepped in. With just a few low-spoken words from her Queen, the ferocious Amazon warrior meekly surrendered and, without another grumble of protest, climbed onto the pallet. And, just to make sure she stayed there, Gabrielle walked along beside her weapons master's litter, holding her hand and amiably chatting with Ep the entire trip into the village. The look on the regent's face when the cream of their warrior crop was escorted home by their tiny Queen --
Xena pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. Closing her eyes, she slowly counted to ten. They'd been going at it like this for what seemed like ages now. Certainly ever since she woke up to find Gabrielle hovering over her, attempting to stop the blood flow from her wound with a huge clump of spider's web. When she'd first tried to stand, the world had once more tilted beneath her. With the aid of the bard's staff, she'd eventually made it to her feet.
"My, my." As the leader dismounted, brown eyes swept over the length of the warrior princess' sword. "You expecting trouble, or are you just glad to see me?"
"Really?" Gabrielle adopted an air of innocence as she commented, "I don't recall seeing either of you with a staff. Unless it was a ... very ... tiny ? staff."
"Well, what'd you think?" Gabrielle asked, indulging in a piece of hardened honey.
"It was great, Gabrielle." Ephiny was sitting curled up on a thick fur, leaning against and back into Eponin. Her warrior had both arms wrapped about her regent's waist, one large hand tracing idle patterns upon a flat abdomen. Her chin rested on Ephiny's shoulder, their dark and light locks intermingling. Gabrielle couldn't help smile at the adorable picture they 
made. Impulsively, she tossed two pieces of candy at her regent. Ephiny easily caught the candy, popped one into her mouth and twisted about, depositing the other piece into Eponin's. As she withdrew her fingers, a quick tongue darted out, licking honey from the tips of Ephiny's fingers. "As always."
Ephiny's mind railed against the assault even as her traitorous body refused to act in self-defense. All of her motor skills had ceased to function, save those that told her brain - in clarifying detail - exactly what was happening.
Logically, she knew - Oh, she was very much aware - that this was Xena that had her pinned against a tree. And, it was Xena's tongue that was repeatedly thrusting in and out of her mouth, her teeth nipping at Ephiny's bottom lip. And, there was no doubt whose hand was mauling and roughly kneading her breast through her halter. Just as there could be no mistaking the identity of the other hand that was pressed firmly between a thickly muscled thigh and the juncture between her legs, pressing up and in, skillfully applying just the right amount of pressure.
The knowledge that this was the Queen's consort - and what would happen if they were to be caught - only made the regent that much wetter. As Xena ended the kiss and released her prey, Ephiny's knees buckled, only her grip on the bark of the tree keeping her upright.
"Next time you try tracking someone, little Amazon," Xena moved back, grinning as she wiped her lips across her forearm, then dramatically bringing her fingers beneath her nose and sniffing them before tentatively extending her tongue and tasting, "Make sure you're ready for the consequences of finding them."
Figuring Xena's sudden interest in Ephiny had more to do with whose mate she was than with Xena actually desiring the regent, Solari decided to keep her thoughts to herself.
She was only about three bites in when she heard a yelp and a curse from the other end of the table. Gabrielle looked up, her eyes instantly seeking out Xena. The warrior was still hunched over her plate, a bone clutched in her fist, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
Xena tolerated Gabrielle's touch, but never took her eyes off Eponin. By this time, she had the bone in her mouth, teeth working at the joint, trying to get at the marrow. "She was after my meat."
Xena growled, the bone still clenched between her teeth. She turned her head to look at Eponin, but didn't offer up a word for the injured Amazon.
Xena grumbled something beneath her breath. Something too low for Gabrielle to hear. But, she obediently did slide off the bench and glumly slunk off in the direction of the Queen's hut. It didn't escape anyone's notice that she took her bone with her.
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