AUTHOR'S NOTE: Again this story is extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot.
Also, I'd like to note that I do not own Xena: Warrior Princess, the series, or the characters and I will not be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
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Xena walked out of the tent wearing nothing but her ankle-length fur robe. She didn't even look at Borias who sat there nearby beside the tent. "What's going on, Xena? I heard your slave girl's cries of pleasure ... surely nothing is wrong...." Borias began.
Xena gave Borias a scowl. "No, nothing is wrong. I just needed some air. And you shouldn't have been listening so closely."
"Xena, it was hard NOT to hear... your little slave, she's pretty loud, no?" chuckled Xena's companion.
"Borias!" Xena said in a gasp. "Stop that smirking. Bring me some food..."
Borias continued to grin as he stood to get Xena a wooden bowl of stew. A moment later he returned carrying the bowl of food. Although the scent of Satrina's cooking was delicious, Xena couldn't even take a single bite. "Take it inside ... to her...." Xena said softly. "There is something I must do ... alone......"
Borias said nothing, but gave Xena a knowing look. He then ducked inside, approaching Gabrielle with the bowl of stew. "Hello, are you hungry?" he asked her, handing her the food.
As Borias was offering Gabrielle the bowl of stew, Xena had disappeared into the forest alone to pleasure herself in privacy.
Gabrielle was sitting there with her legs drawn up to her chest, hugging them. "No, thank you," she said quietly, not looking at him. She should have known better; she should have kept up her guard. It had been so stupid of her to get lost in the idea that her Xena was in there somewhere.
"The food is here then, if you should be hungry," said Borias, setting the bowl of stew down close to the fire. He then just stood there, looking at the young woman and wondering what had possibly occurred in the tent here earlier between Xena and her little slave. Knowing Xena, it was probably something totally wild and kinky.
"I'm just outside if you need anything. Good night, Gabrielle," Borias said before leaving the tent. There was no way he would go far. If he left Gabrielle unattended and she disappeared, Xena would have his head on a platter.
"Gabrielle!" Xena cried out, touching herself and bringing herself to a soul-shattering orgasm. Thinking of Gabrielle cumming earlier had been all the fantasy she had needed to reach her peak.
Xena washed herself in the nearby river, staring up at the stars in the night sky. She was angry at herself for the stirring feelings she was having for her little slave. And the feelings weren't just sexual ones. She hadn't cared for a single soul since years earlier in Anphipolis, when she had stood there that day and heard her mother say those fateful words. "You are not my daughter anymore. You are dead to me."