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My Little Cherry
by Napalm Nacey (Nancy
Lorenz)
Disclaimer: This one is HOT! Yes - rude! NC-17 - read on only if you like the idea of Gabrielle and Joxer doing the wild wild do! This was an answer to the first "Cherry and Cream" challenge on the GJErotica archives list. Enjoy!!
LEGAL STUFF: Gabrielle, Joxer, Xena and Autolycus belong to MCA Universal and Rennaisance pictures. I wish Joxer belonged to me but alas - that will never be except in dreams and RPGs. The story is copyrighted to ME however in all it's smutty glory.
I am an official Member of the Smut Sisters - Her Majesty
the Master Smutbuilder.
Our Motto: Scribi Legi Veni!!
It was a particularly rainy night at the tavern. Gabrielle was very much relieved that Xena had decided to stay at the town's inn. They'd been traveling through the storm all day, pressing on through the sodden mud to reach this small dry oasis. Despite the abhorrent weather, Xena had been in fine spirits that day, no doubt a side-effect of their run in with Autolycus that morning.
After some verbal parrying, the two slipped into a non-too distant glade and at that Gabrielle took it as her cue to go stretch her legs and see the sites of the area.
It was then, after letting idle thoughts of Xena's meanderings of the day wander through her mind, that she pondered why she herself had not had the same kind of affairs and relations with men that Xena had. Why was Xena always the one with lusty loves at every town? The woman was no floozy, she was a woman in control of her sexuality. She had such prowess, she took who she wanted.
The pretty bard pouted. She herself had once been with a man - how hard could it be to seduce a worthy man and give him the time of his life - to her benefit?
She glanced with jewel green eyes about the tavern. A few rough sorts sat in a dark corner... a few old farmers... she sighed. No one.
Well Gabrielle, her mind said, good things come to those who wait. As she thought that, an odd resolve filled her. Xena wouldn't be the only one having fun that day. Yes, Gabrielle the bard would wake up tomorrow with something to write about!
A looming shape filled the doorway, and Gabrielle's heart skipped a beat.
Maybe...
It soon fell. Xena...
"Hi," the warrior said, approaching the bard and leaning against the bar in front of her, "You okay?"
Gabrielle nodded.
"You just look a little red in the cheeks..."
"I do?" Gabrielle replied. Probably the images of me being slowly licked all over causing that, she thought.
"Yeah, maybe you should go to bed."
Gabrielle sighed. Maybe Xena was right. The two-pig town they were in had no real local talent by the looks of things. None! The hunger inside her however, was steadily growing from her previous and in comparison - pale - curiosity. Her lower hips were filled with an odd slippery warm feeling, as if the joints and firm parts of her body were joined with jelly. She felt extremely nimble, and energetic. She didn't want to go to bed yet, but she knew she had better before she did something she regretted and made a crusty old farmer's night.
"Are you going to stay up?" asked the bard.
"Yeah - uh," Xena glanced about with a guilty wince, "Auto kinda blew into town..."
"Oh really?" grinned Gabrielle, "What a coincidence..."
"Yeah, a big one!" Xena said pointedly, "So I'm going to be up late tonight!"
The bard grinned wider "Good thing we're not sharing rooms at the inn!"
Xena threw her best friend a look of agreement, then patted her on the shoulder with affection.
"Go rest up!" she said, turning on her heel. She glanced at the bard one more time before slipping out the door.
Looking about her, the bard sighed. She fingered the rough cold coin
in her purse as her mind wrestled with the lack-logic of her loins. She
glanced about the bar again. Ugh. No one. Retrieving the dinar, she tossed
it on the counter. The barman grunted at her, and she deposited yet another
coin. She grabbed her staff, ducking for the door to her exit.
Once at her inn room, Gabrielle undid the laces to her boots, and with a few breathy grints, threw them off to the wall. I'n front of a small hearth was laid a thick brown bear-skin. Gabrielle spared a thought for the poor animal that the hide used to be as she placed her feet on it, burying her toes into the fuzzy down.
A knock at the door broke her reverie of the fur. On opening the rough collection of planks haphazardly nailed together to form a door, she met the plump red face of the innkeeper's wife. In her hands were a medium sized clay bowl, and a jug of cream.
"You wanted these?"
Gabrielle grinned, nodding thoroughly. Taking the bounty, she disappeared into the room to reappear with 20 dinars. A considerable sum, but for a veritable luxury! The innkeeper's wife took it happily and plodded off down the hall. Closing the door, she jumped to the hearth. Carefully she built a warm crackling fire. It started slowly, but it rapidly descended to roaring flames. Once the heat of the room had built some, the bard positioned herself, legs bent carefully in front of the fire.
Lifting her skirt, she slipped off her underpants, throwing them aside like her boots. She dipped her finger into the cream, and slowly suckled every trace of it from her finger. Taking a cherry, she dipped it into the cream, and took it all into her mouth. The tart but satisfyingly sweet flavour of the fruit burst on her tongue. From one cherry she pulled the stalk, and dipped it in cream. Upon pulling it out, she leaked off the cream with flicks of her tongue, closing her eyes and letting her tongue play with the stalk indentation, whilst her mind played with the sensory adventure and let her imagination run wild with it.
The other hand crawled between spread thighs, running the tips of her fingers lightly up one inner plane and swiftly down the other. Her skin struck goose bumps as the sensation of cold tingles running up her thigh reached the warm centre of her sex. Her palm wavered over the moist area of flesh, the warmth of it emanating through her cold fingers. Tentatively, a cold finger went to nestle between slightly moist petals but sunk rapidly into silky folds slick with her own juices. It was a slight suprise to her how wet she had become and a wonderful turn on. She imagined having a man to herself, Autolycus would be efficient for her fantasies. All she needed was a face and a power struggle afterall...
After well lubricating her fingers, she slid a fingertip up to the firm knob of her pleasure centre, buried underneath the thin hood of red engorged flesh. She took her bottom lip in her teeth, teasing herself gently with one finger, while nibbling on the odd cherry coated in glorious cream.
Soon, her clitoris became past firm, became buped and hard, and she could feel her nipples strain against the inside of her bodice, each of her breaths filled with a warm tingle that had her head growing light. Her finger began to stoke rapidly the small length of her clit, her soul soaring in the lift of sexual arousal. She could feel her sex shudder, it almost ached for a warm throbbing mass inside of it.
Oooh, the though of a firm erect mail member, gleaming with her sweat and juices, repeatedly reaming her quivering sheath... it made her skin tingle, her head arching back, each breath awash with arising pleasure... She could feel the climax awaiting her. Only a few more strokes, a few steamy thoughts away...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!
NO! Her body cried our, and she continued in the hope that maybe, perhaps she could just finish what she st-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!
She sighed, pulling herself to her feet, her legs shaky underneath her. She felt a trickle of moisture spill down the inner of her leg as she stood, and noticing her fingers were wet, she licked them clean of the traces of cherry juice, cream and her own juices.
She swung the door open.
"Hi Gabby!"
It was odd. On first glance her body roared with triumph that a man was in her company. But it's JOXER! the logical part of her mind cried. With some trepidation, she held onto that thought.
"Joxer," she smiled wanly, uncertain whether to be angered by the interruption or not, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh!" The lanky man pulled off his helmet, running strong looking hands through shiny black locks nervously, "I - Uh - I was just - ya see I ran into Xena in town and..."
"Was she with Auto?" asked Gabrielle. Joxer pouted in thought, looking rather adorable in the process.
"Uh, well, I did see Auto with her, but also some woman... they all looked pretty friendly together if you get what I mean!"
Joxer made a shaky hand signal, Gabrielle nodding along with a patient smile. She was so damned horny, Joxer was looking MIGHTY fine to her at that moment. His lips that babbled were smooth but pink, a natural warm tone to them that fascinated her as she watched them move. She wondered - was he any good with those lips? Or - her gaze fell - those hands? One of them waved in front of her face. She blinked.
"I said - so - Do - you - want - to - go - for - a - drink?"
Snapping out of her daydream, Gabrielle smiled.
"No."
Joxer's face fell.
"I - want - to - stay - here."
Disappointment still reigned in the young man's eyes.
"With - you."
Disappointment did a full about spin and sped towards hope and severe arousal. Joxer read the look in her eyes... was she... she couldn't be.... no he knew that look. Not tempted to let her down, Joxer let his jaw drop with feigned surprise, which was actually believable.
"You - you mean..."
Gabrielle gave a slow smile, turning and moving into the room. He watched her legs move, smooth and tanned. Was his eyes tricking him or was that... on her leg?
"Do you want me to come in?" he asked, trying to conceal the cheekiness in his voice.
Something struck against the inwardly turned door. At a second glance after they slid down the surface, they proved to be a white pair of Gabrielle's panties.
He gulped.
"I take it that means..."
"Get in here Joxer."
Doing as he was told, he stepped into the room.
"Close the door."
He complied. The bard smiled. She was barefoot, standing at the hearth. Joxer felt as if this were a thousand fantasies become real. He smiled softly. They were.
"Gab-"
"Shh," she whispered soothingly, taking a chair and planting it in the shaggy bearskin rug in front of her, "Sit."
He nodded, placing down his helmet and taking a seat. Gabrielle looked him over slowly, a carnal gleam in her eye that was unmistakable. Or so Joxer hoped. She examined his armour, its buckles and laces, and finally figured the best way was to lift the whole kit up over his head. She deftly pulled the armour from the lanky man's body, tossing them by the wayside with a clank. He now sat in a shaggy purple tunic, dark blue togs and light brown boots. As she gazed to his crotch longingly, he could see his member straining against the fabric for attention. She smirked.
Bending down, the bard undid the laces, slowly pulling the boots from his feet. To her surprise, they didn't smell. Joxer thanked the Gods he had bathed that afternoon.
Gabrielle smiled. It was all perfect, till...
"Are you trying to seduce me Gabby?"
She felt her sense of power crash to the ground in flames.
"What do you MEAN trying?" she said hoarsly.
"Well... it's kinda pointless trying to seduce someone who is already willing to have sex with you."
She opened her mouth, then promptly closed it. Joxer - he was willing? Why didn't she realize that before? But the mystery, the chase. She lived for it... and he just - ruined it all! She made a small noise, it came as a 'buuh-umm' of disappointment.
"W-We can still have fun huh?"
She eyed him.
"Well, I figure - you only been with Perdicas right?"
She nodded. He felt a flush of relief as the name passed without event.
"Yeah so - I guess I could show you some stuff."
"You think I don't know 'stuff'?" Gabrielle leered.
Joxer leered back, "Not the 'stuff' I do…"
Gabrielle felt the challenge rise a spirit in her. Joxer's dark eyes met hers with a playful lust, and she felt her heart beat strong at his seductive gaze.
"Okay," she grinned suddenly, crossing her arms, "Show me."
"Great!" he beamed, "Lie down!"
She cocked a brow.
He sighed, "If you want this to work, you're going to have to trust me. And - don't turn this into an exercise!"
At that he pushed her down to the bearskin, taking her lips in his and worshipping them with tender soft caresses. A wave cascaded through her - Gods was this reality? No deep exploring was needed, his lips moved as in prayer at her moist petal lips, her heart shuddering violently. With absurd curiosity, the cascading wave quickly welling into passion, she wondered where in the world did he learn to kiss so good? Like slipping into a beautiful crystal pool his tongue ran along her lip, then parted them gently, easing her tongue into a sweet caressing motion. She sighed happily... oh she could - sit here? Forever? Kissing Joxer? Oh Gods who cared he was sooo good!!
A sudden coldness and loneliness hit her mouth and opening her eyes she saw Joxer kneeling next to her on the rug. He brought the cream and cherries closer, and he kept a warm supportive hand on her side. Leaning down, he dipped into her mouth once more, stealing a languorous kiss that stole her of breath. As his mouth worked, now acquainting tongue with tongue, his hand moved at her bustier, and she felt the warm hot breeze of the fire. The restrain of her top lifted, and with a warm pleasure she felt her breasts spread out, relaxing across her chest. Her nipples however, were delightfully erect. She met the eyes of Joxer, who smiled softly, a genuine shyness in his eyes.
"They're beautiful," he whispered.
Gabrielle blushed in a smile, Joxer bending down into another kiss. She felt him peel the little green top from her, and coldness struck her abdomen. She gasped, Joxer holding her face firm with a smile.
"Lay still," he said, "Or this could get awful messy..."
She cocked a brow, "And that's a bad thing?"
He grinned, "We'll see..."
She watched with curiosity as his fingers painted elaborate patterns with cream all over her belly. He pulled her skirt down a bit, the middle of the bones of her hips being hugged by the 'waist' band. She sighed with disappointment, as he didn't take it off. He pulled off his tunic however, throwing it to the growing pile of apparel in the corner. With a smooth smile he retrieved a cherry, and kissed it. Meeting the eyes of Gabrielle, he lowered it to her belly, were the cream lay... and kept it floating, inches above he body. As he reached her ankles, he let the cherry touch. It seemed quite bizarre and useless what he was doing till... the cherry dropped against her skin, it's own fleshy texture not altogether an alien feeling. With catches and bobbing, smoothness and satin touch, he splayed her legs slightly, running the cherry up the sides gently, almost not touching her. On reaching the top of her thighs, the cherry climbed them, and descended to the inner of her thighs, taking the trip back south to her ankles again. Every inch the cherry ran over sprung up in goose pimples, cool shock that had her heart thumping.
Without a word, Joxer turned, dipping the cherry as if it were a quill. He took it to her legs again, this time leaving a trail of cream in it's wake. He slid it up her thigh, and reaching the folds of her sex he ran it over, feather light, catching some of her essence that collected, almost dripping with arousal. He took the cherry, and so very carefully, placed it in her lips.
"Eat it," he said, "Taste it - savour it... Carefully, gently...."
As she let the tart of the cherry rip through her tongue, the slow deliberate sucklings of Joxer started at her ankles. He licked and kissed, taking his time collecting up each drop of cream he'd left on her curvaceous legs.
A wrack of delight splashed through her as the quick flick of Joxer's tongue over her labia and clitoris finished off the last of the deposited cream, the tart taste of the cherry lingering in her mouth. She grinned...
"What now," she breathed huskily.
"I clean up that mess I made of your belly!"
He drew more patterns with his fingers, this time his own lips following them in their wake. He drew patterns up around the swell of her breasts, his tongue tickling and warm, terribly delightful. It took him time - oh beautiful time! to consume the last of the cream on her stomach, and he lingered at her breasts, suckling on the little velvet round nubs, enjoying the taste of her skin under the cream and aftertaste of the cherry. Oh she tasted so marvelous!! Her skin, creamy in every way, betrayed it's texture in being beautifully tanned from time in the sun. Though society thought against the darker skinned girls, he thought her magnificent in every detail.
"Time to lose the skirt," he said, pulling off the bard's last shred of modesty with a deft pull. She shuddered, watching him throw the garment aside.
"How about you?" she cooed. He smiled.
"Sshh," he said, "Just watch."
"Time to lose the skirt," he said, pulling off the bard's last shred of modesty with a deft pull. She shuddered, watching him throw the garment aside.
"How about you?" she cooed. He smiled.
"Sshh," he said, "Just watch."
She nodded, beginning to slowly realize how arousing it actually was to place her trust to Joxer in something so intimate. She never knew he had this much passion and sensuality hidden inside of him! What an odd package this man was! What a jewel. She keenly watched him look over her naked body, trembling intermittently from anticipation. His black hair fell over his high brow, framing his oddly sculptural face, his dark obsidian eyes glowing with a hidden knowledge of what she had in store.
"What are you going to do?" she asked huskily.
"Pleasure you," he said, "To be a good lover - you give ten times as good as you get."
Gabrielle's eyes widened.
"Lover?" she breathed. Joxer met her terrified gaze with a calm one.
"I'm just showing you stuff, relax."
She nodded, her body crying out for more pleasure. Right now, it didn't matter. Not when there was so much to be learnt.
Joxer finally decided his strategy, knowing Gabrielle and what she tended to enjoy when not having sex, he had a nice idea of what she might like whilst being made love to. He pouted as he came to the resolve. Obviously, by what she had said, there was no love in this - only lust. But with a sadness, and some sense of duty, he knew this would probably be his only opportunity to service her in this way, and by the Gods he would do it to the best of his ability. Pursing his lips, he rubbed his hands together briefly, and brought them down to her feet.
With slow kneading movements, he massaged the balls of her feet, slowly and thoroughly. He felt her relax some, the frantic immediate lust in her eyes calming to a patient one. This night, it wouldn't be rushed. It would be long, langourous and passionate. She'd never know the like again - he hoped. Moving his hands up to her calves, a happy sigh lifted from the bard's chest.
"Oh I love a good massage..." she said.
With a twinkle in his eyes, Joxer grinned. "I know."
Gabrielle felt his hands move generously, giving every muscle a bit of attention. Her heart thumped as he reached her thighs, but fell once his hands left them. She glared at him and he smiled.
"Relax, Gabby."
She smiled. It was probably the first time she actually liked being called that. Closing her eyes, she let her skin tell her what was going on. Her head and neck were the next to receive Joxer's ministrations, his fingers slipped down to the shoulders, arms. His hands moved over her skin as if it were a fine clay being molded by the hands of an artist. Gabrielle felt so exquisitely relaxed that the art was in the beauty of the massage itself. His hands slipped lower, kneading the muscle under her breasts with keen thumbs that moved at the edge of her breasts but never kneaded the breasts itself. She shuddered as his palms grazed over the tops of the mounds as they moved to her torso. A vigourous touch slid down the small of her back, sending waves of pleasure through her body. The flesh inside the bones of her hips got the next attention, faint kneading quickly moving to her - oh dear Gods...
Masculine thumbs worked at the very inside of her thighs, and then the flesh surrounding her sex. Slowly, the ministrations moved inwards, her fleshy outer labia being lovingly caressed an kneaded with Joxer's touch. She'd never felt anything like it and it felt so very very good! She could feel herself grow ridiculously wet, and ever inch of her body except her womb was relaxed. Joxer smiled.
"Now I've - prepared you," She could her the smile in his voice, "Close your eyes."
Her body shuddered as she obeyed, a wet something running over her folds so lightly, so gently it was almost not there. The touch sent a rocking arousal through her, and she did all she could not to buck and give Joxer a mouthful of fuzz. She felt his hands cradle her hips gently, and it was then his careful ministrations to her sex began.
As he had worshipped her mouth, he worshipped her womanhood, his tongue interchanging stiff flick to loving soft probing. He took a moment to suckle on her labia, teasingly avoiding her clit. Tongue stiff, he ran it up the silky smooth skin of her sex between her labia, the tongue scathing the top of her pleasure button. The top of her labia, sensitive and engorged got the next attention, he suckled and licked - not fast - but deliberately slow, painfully slow! Desire built up in Gabrielle, her heart was pounding in her chest, she could feel the arousal beginning to climb. How long was he going to torture her so?
The feeling of Joxer's mouth latching onto her clitoris finally caught the bard's breath, a shocked intake of air so raspy being followed by a moan of pure pleasure and some surprise.
"Oh Gods, Joxer, do that more," she moaned.
He sucked, running his tongue up and down the stiff tiny member. It grew hard very fast, and after some attention it was like rock, ready to be aroused to the point of orgasm. She was perfectly set. At that, he let a finger touch between her folds, probing to her womb, slipping inside her after being adequatly slicked with her juices. Joxer felt his own member grow feircly stiff in his pants, and he would have done anything to rip them off and slip it inside her, but he knew - not yet. He placed his thumb over her engorged clitoris, the wet digit massaging it lovingly. His middle and index finger moved inside of her, searching the walls of her sex to find that magical area, slightly rougher than the rest... aah there it was.
One hand working at her loins, another moved up to a heaving breast, homing in on the round nub of erect nipple. His mouth moved to the other nipple, suckling and lavishing it. It was some mean trick, paying the right amount of attention to all three spots of pleasure, but he did so, with ardent dedication.
Gabrielle arched her back, the assault to three of her most erogenous zones blinding. Each breath she took built up her euphoria her body felt, the giddy heights she was climbing were unbelievable. She let harsh, pleading breaths grow into hungry moans.
"Oh Joxer, Oh, Gods.. oooh!"
Joxer had his mouth full, but inside he was grinning.
It all became too much, she couldn't control the animalistic mews and yaps of extreme pleasure leaving her body. It shook, she could feel her sex clamping down on Joxers expert fingers, and his beautifully lithe tongue played her breasts more wonderfully than she'd ever seen him play his lute. With a bucking shudder, she felt a release rip through her, a long desperate cry of pleasure accompanying the waves of Elysium wracking her body. Joxer's movements slowed down, then he left her breasts, planting soft kisses to her neck and cheek.
"Auugh, auugh," she panted, "Oh Joxer...hhuhhh, by - oh - Gods..."
He smiled, "You liked that?"
She nodded thoroughly, no words capable of leaving her lips at that time.
"Want me to take you higher?"
Her eyes sparked, "There's higher?"
He nodded with a cheeky smile.
"Take off your pants first," she said raspily, "I want you to use it this time!"
He leered, "I intended to..."
"Can I take your pants off?"
He shook his head, "No, I'm the teacher Gabby."
She smiled, "When do I get to do an exercise?"
"I told you not to turn this into an exercise," he grinned, running a few light kisses along her jaw, "But - after."
She let her fingers bury themselves in his hair. He was such a sweet fellow really, so attentive. She'd never seen this side of him before, and now she had... she never wanted to let him go. Gods - what was she saying? But he was so - talented!! And caring, she mentally added, Caring too. There were so many things about him that made her heart flutter.
The hand at her sex continued to slowly lave, as another quickly slipped the pants off from slim ivory hips. She couldn't help but show her excitement in a smile, as the blue togs slipped to the ground, his member sprang away, finally free from restriction. It was the perfect size... long, gleaming... and straight. So very proud. She grinned naughtily.
"Mmm, nice."
Glancing down with some surprise, Joxer blushed.
"Oh... uh... thanks."
He grinned, a healthy pink glowing in his cheeks. She sighed happily. He was so handsome. She'd never have thought it before but... it was so evident now. She took the chance to stroke his arm, letting her fingers curl around his hand. He seemed a little surprised at the shows of affection, and received them with a bashfulness she truly wasn't expecting.
"You're beautiful," she sighed, and he cocked his head. Obviously he didn't believe her. "I mean it," she added.
"I - I know," he said, a difficult smile stammering on his lips, "I just - I just never really been told that before."
Gabrielle blinked, "You're kidding..."
He shook his head.
"Not even by Meg?"
He cracked a sad smile, "I've been called virile, big, hunky and various other things relating to my sexual aptitude but..." His eyes met hers, "Not beautiful. Not like you said it - like you meant everything."
She nodded, "I meant everything Joxer. Every little thing."
He leant down to her, forgetting himself, forgetting the 'lesson', only seeing her, and her eyes... green jade pools catching the warm crackling glow of the slow burning fire. His lips touched hers, at first a soft nudging, moving with gentle caressing into a warm silken laving caress. Was it his imagination or was it returned? This time there seemed some real passion in her soul, a fire had ignited between them somehow missing from before. This time she clutched onto him, holding him to her with such a fervour that he only ever dreamed of. Pleased murmurs left his lover's mouth - lover? Was she his lover - oh she felt like it. Before, when he had been looking over her like a chicken to be carved, many positions of maximum pleasure ticked through his mind. Now, only blind passion filled him. He held her so tenderly and close, he just wanted to be a part of her.
Gabrielle sighed in the kiss. It was a glorious caress, she couldn't figure why. She'd kissed others like this there was just... something about this one. Oh, he was so sweet. He showed her such passion. Something in her could tell that this kiss wasn't planned - perhaps that was it's magic. No no, something in her seemed to say, there is something else to it. Was he telling her something, showing her how he felt? Was this how he felt? This kiss? That was it - the kiss, it wasn't a demonstration, no she could feel it. It was so - *sigh* - real! Every facet, every tender movement within her. Gods, she thought, he loves me.
Surprisingly, the revelation didn't rock her. Something in her heart melted, and she continued to return the kiss, her tact changing, her ministrations all-together more tender, loving. Yes she loved him. She'd seen a side of him she'd never seen, and it wasn't exclusively the sex itself. It was his caring, his tenderness. Even though she was blinded by lust, and obviously he loved her (for how long?), he did her service. How many men would do that? Concentrate on her needs so? He thought of her the whole time... perhaps he achieved satisfaction through that - who cared? He was lovely to her, so very lovely. She just wanted him - to be a part of her.
Another happy sigh left her as she hugged him in the langourous wrap of arms and legs, nuzzling her face to his ear.
"Hmmm," she smiled, "You know what? I think," she nipped his ear playfully, "I love you..."
He couldn't help but cough. "What?"
She grinned deliriously, "I said, I love you."
His face was one of disbelief.
"Naw," he said, shaking his head, "You're just - ya know - horny..."
Her smile fell a little, and she met his eyes with earnest, "Joxer, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."
His face blazed red, "Yeah but you know what it's like, you're hot and everything, and ya want it that bad and-"
"Joxer, shut up and make love to me."
He glanced down to her.
"Gabby... it's just..."
She rose a brow, release in the lanky man's features.
"I've loved you for so long..."
"I know," she breathed, running her fingers through scruffy black hair, silky and thick. "I know."
She pulled him down, bringing his frightened lips to hers, doing a little worshipping of her own with deliberate and passionate caresses. She held onto him tightly in the rapturous hold, as if the tighter she held onto him the more he'd know she loved him. He pulled away, this time a cheeky smile taking him.
"You know - I'm supposed to be the teacher here!"
Gabrielle huffed with frustration, "Then teach me!"
Without a word he dipped into a deeply probing kiss, a passion in it that rocked her body like nothing she'd ever felt. With a stroking he eased her legs apart, teasingly touching her velvet folds, already slick again with anticipation. He smiled, administering the same loving kneads as before, a new truth in them this time. But this time, Gabrielle's hunger was unrestrained. Her arm lunged forward, her hand itching to take Joxer's glinting manhood and explore it with delight, but Joxer bucked away just in time with a wicked smile.
"Gabby," he whispered, "Not so fast..."
"Yes so fast!" she growled huskily, pulling into a hungry kiss, "Mmm, Gods I want you..."
"You can have me," he replied, "All of me."
Gabrielle didn't need to be told twice. Swooping in, she took Joxer's earlobe in her lips, suckling and bucking like a hungry calf after it's mother. Joxer's hands ran over her muscled back, smooth and light, creating goose pimples in the wake of his touch. The woman shuddered against him, licking along his jaw, dipping into his mouth for a 'hello' kiss before moving down his neck and chest. She lavished the length of his sternum, taking detours at his small but sensitive nipples. His breath grew rasped as she nuzzled with intensity before paying some attention to his taught and narrow hips. Each peak of skin stretched over bone received a thorough and lascivious licking. Joxer moaned, being unable to silence his arousal no longer.
"Gah-bby," he breathed.
She gave a sensual giggle, letting her tongue slip down to his standing member. She couldn't help but smile like a child under a solstice tree. It was a beautiful sight, his cock straining, a rich blushed colour that made her salivate. Licking her lips, she approached it, remembering how she had cherished the cherry as he'd told her to. She was going to do that - do that to him.
The musky scent drove her crazy, and so very lightly, she set her lips down on the tip of his shaft. She could feel him shudder, stroking her face as she explored him. She stiffened her tongue, and starting from the dark-hair thatched base, she ran the tip of it up the underside of the member, planting a generous kiss on the end. She rolled her tongue around the glans, savouring the taste of him. It wasn't acidic at all, not like Perdicas had been. He had a rounded, almost chickeny flavour to his essence. She suckled the tip as if she were whispering a prayer to Hestia herself, letting her tongue flick down the underside every now and again. Joxer's unabashed moans urged her on, and brought on a boldness in her.
"You're good," he breathed, "Dear Gods, how did you get so good?"
She would have answered him were her mouth not so full of him. After exploring the tip to her satisfaction, she had a hunger to have all of it in her mouth. With a dedicated suckling, she bore down on the shaft, not fast or furious, but deliberate and licentious. Her tongue rippled up the shaft, each swallow sending a wave of pleasure through him. She worked it deeper into her throat - she wanted it all - all in her. It took a moment to get past her gag reflex, but finally it was deeply in her gullet, the whole length of her tongue sending slow warm silky waves of ecstasy up his member. He leant his head back, not knowing such passion, not even from Meg. Hot damn she was good for a novice! His pleasure mounted, the engorged member taking in all he knew it could. An alarm went off in him when he realized that he couldn't satisfy her if she sent him over the edge now. He shuddered, clamping Gabrielle's shoulder.
"Wait," he breathed, trying not to gasp. He pushed her back, and she released his cock hesitantly.
"What?"
Bringing the bard to her feet, he pulled her to him, claiming her lips in a steamy passionate kiss. She moaned, not expecting such ardour. She looked him in the eyes, a definite lust but also new excitement in them.
"Now?" she breathed.
"Oh now hmmmm," he replied huskily, swooping into another kiss. He lowered himself onto the bearskin, letting Gabrielle push him onto his back. The fuzz of the bear-rug tickled the sweat-kissed ivory skin of his back, and he could help but arch it at the sensation. Gabrielle's hands ran up the planes of his smooth creamy skin, thumbs drawing circles around his round pink nipples. She loved the way his body curved back, his head tilted back in silent Elysium. She sat on his hips, his member grinding against her groin, juices dripping over it. She lay down on top of his chest, her breasts pushed against him, her thumbs still spiraling his nipples. Her mouth explored his with silken fervour, little moans leaving her. Her fingers rippled over ribs under skin, the bones of his hips grinding into her sweating buttocks. His hardness against her sent her crazy, but Joxer kept an arduous pace, obviously wanting to savour ever moment. She urged him on with a buck of her hips, pushing the top of her chest against him, licking the contours of his collar bone with almost childlike curiosity.
"Gabby," he whispered, "I-"
"Shh," she replied in a breath, planting feather kisses along his jawbone. "I know..."
She lifted her back end in the air, shoulders and head nuzzled into the nape of his neck, and carefully she brought it down again, Joxer's hips tilting up to meet hers. She gasped as the large warmth filled her, a shocking surprise as there was so much of him, the delightful feeling of throbbing cock stretching her birth canal, rubbing and pulsing against her own engorged pleasure folds.
After a few uncoordinated bucks and rocks, they finally found a rhythm with each other. Running her fingers into the flesh behind his ear, kneading the muscle of his neck, she cooed and purred to him as they thrust in tandem, the actions striking a chord in them both. With every one of his thrusts, Gabrielle felt a pulse of wild pleasure add to her climbing state of heavenly lust. Strangled gasps of pleasure lifted from her as he plunged himself inside of her, the warm buzz of electricity building between them like the strange tenseness before Zeus threw his bolts. Her insides were burning fiercely, and she ground up against him with everything she had. Almost every inch of skin down her front was laid against his, and they shared their heat together in loving pants and grunts. Gabrielle stopped, licking and nibbling at his neck and ear again, but with a new wave of intense stroking, she could only tilt her head back, her chest lifting so that her nipples grazed Joxer's chest in a pendulous motion. She couldn't help but emit guttural moans, the pleasure building upon itself, building from the climax Joxer had pushed her to earlier. Oh he pushed her again, he was so hot, so filling. She took her bottom lip in her teeth only a moment for fear of biting it off, instead burying herself in the crevice of Joxer's neck.
"More," she whispered, "Moooore!"
Joxer said nothing, except running his lips over the folds of her ears and obeying. He could feel the sweat dripping from him, the searing heat that stung their bodies a mind-numbing pleasure. Her sex tightened on his cock and he shuddered through more spasms of arousal. His heard pounded in his chest, even it's seeming rebounds off his ribcage wall bringing him more pleasure. With every caress, ever moan he gave himself to her, gave her everything he had, and he couldn't believe - oh HOW could he believe that she was receiving willingly, and giving as good as she got? Her hands were like fire, kneading embers through his side and neck, her body was planted against him as if she could not be far from him without suffocating. Her lips plundered him of breath through probing kiss after another, she stopped to nibble on his lip whilst the pleasure plateaued. Not wanting her to calm, not wanting her to have anything else but the best, at the next rhythmic grind he bucked, thrusting deeply inside of her, causing her to gasp and buck herself.
"HHaaaaah!" she breathed in, "OH you...uh...re... cheeekkeeaaah!"
She ground harder and harder, the pressing of flesh against flesh like the fevered pounding of smith against molten metal, as if it were some sort of punishment for his bucking at her moment's rest. Her movements were bliss, her breasts heaving as she sat upright, impaling herself on the hardened sword. He could NOT speak, his mouth hung open in atom-bursting shock - oh how did she do this to him?
She let out a slow crooning moan, an 'ooooooowah' that grew with intensity till she let out a sharp hiss at the end. It was so very nicely big... just the right shape... oh it stuck within her and kneaded every inner spot she craved to be caressed, and most important ... it was HIM! Oh how in HADES did she ignore him for so long? How could she EVER be without him again? He could be hers - he WAS hers! And oh she would have him forever, if to share this union, this intimacy. She knew they could have blissful moments in mundane chores, but now - no now they rode each other on a roaring wave that with severe desperation needed to be broken.
"Joxer," she breathed harshly, "Harder, PLEASE!"
"I-"
"Harder..."
With a new determination he clasped her narrow hips and pulled them down roughly onto his, plunging his impossibly engorged cock deep within her hollow. Her cries were now frantic gasps and animalistic growls for air, and she leaned back, hands running through her hair, her breasts heaving upwards gloriously. Joxer's upreached hands, strong and masculine, kneaded them roughly with devoted ardour, tweaking her nipples with rough pinches and pulls.
"Uuuuuaaagh...."
Their grinding became frantic, their skin slick with sweat, Gabrielle's pounding on his lithe hips sending crashing fronts of pure delectation through him.
"Gab-by!" he breathed, his eyes clamped shut, "Hunh - Gab... beeeh! hhh!"
"Jah - uuh oh...." She shook her head, her thrusts expressing her ardour far more, "Gods... Oh Godss.s... OhIloveyou Ohhhhh...."
Joxer felt the brink was there. They were at it. With all his strength, he bucked violently underneath her, kneading the soft flesh around her sex and hips with his outsplayed hands, dipping deeply within her with such a languorous, circular motion that seemed to visit every spot of pleasure in the woman's groin, as well as Joxer's as he shuddered, feeling it so close so CLOSE!
"NOW!!" she cried, bucking again, "Oh ohh!"
"Gabby," the man almost whimpered, salt tears streaming down his features. "Oh GODS!"
"OHH YEAaaah, oh yah haaahhhh!"
She rolled her head about on her shoulders, running her fingers through her thrust back head as she continued to ride him with a carnal madness that rushed through her body with no signs of waning - not yet, not for a moment.
"Oooooooh," she almost wept, "By - the Ghoooods!"
Warm gentle hands ran up the sides of her body, curling around her shoulders and pulling her down to him. She collapsed against his chest, and after noticing his beautiful skin so close to her lips, she kissed it with a curious wonder.
"That was good," he breathed, nodding.
"Am I a good student?" she grinned, still feeling his warm firmness within her.
Joxer nodded vigourously, cradling her face as if it were the most fabulous jewel. He stroked it, loved it, and the bard smiled. She sat upright on him a moment, his shaft still within her, and pulled a blanket from the nearby bed. Flapping it open, she let it float down over them, and curling up to him, letting him slip out of her, but his body still entwined in hers, they closed their eyes in a contented hum of bliss.
"Joxer," the bard said softly, her fingers doing little circles over his collar bone.
"Mm?"
"I do love you," she said. After a moment...
"You too," he replied, "Always have."
She smiled, cuddling him tightly.
"Hmmm, my soft cream-swirl."
Joxer rose a brow with some impress, until a cheeky lopsided grin split his once-calm face.
"My little cherry," he replied with some trepidation, but a soft contemplative glance from the bard silenced it. She ran her fingers down the planes of his features, and took hold of his lips in hers in a precious caress.
He smiled, hugging her to him, entwining his arms around her, a treasured soul that he had branded in his own.
Gabrielle nestled into his embrace, a blissful sleepiness carrying her away, Morpheus' realm awaiting her for that evening. She grinned as sleep claimed her, knowing that she'd have something wonderful to write in her scrolls tomorrow. She gave up one last sigh, letting go of every thought, drifting into the cradling void of night.
The End.
