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The tall, blond-haired, Crusader grasped Gabrielle's hand with strong fingers pulling her silently to her feet. She gazed reflectively down into the little bard's deep green eyes for a moment and then led her out into the sunlight. Najara leapt onto her charger's back with practiced ease. Gabrielle started to climb aboard the horse behind the light-haired warrior but a low voice halted her with a jolt. "No, my angel" the crusader purred as she held out her hand towards the young woman. "I want you to ride here, in front of me. You may be feeling a bit disoriented ,from what just happened, and I want to know you are safe here in my arms."
Gabrielle swallowed audibly and took the offered hand. Najara smiled and lifted the little blond up in front of her with ease. She wrapped her long arms around Gabrielle and pulled her back tightly against her breast.
"Comfortable?" she spoke softly into a delicate shell-like ear. Her warm breath caressed the Bard's cheek and she was rewarded with a sigh as the Bard's gilded head fell helplessly upon the firm shoulder behind her. The young woman could only nod.
"Hee!Ya!" the golden crusader called out and her mount surged forward with fluid grace. Every stride of the horse caused the taller woman's high, firm breasts to rub back and forth across the thin cloth of Gabrielle's shirt. The feel of her companion's stiff nipples raised goosebumps across the younger woman's firmly muscled back. The Bard bit her lips to stifle the moan which threatened to spill forth from her throat. She desperately pictured the vanquished Warrior Princess lying so still and silent on the dirty tavern floor behind them. It worked! Her ardor began to cool for a moment. Then she began to feel the moist heat, which radiated from between the Crusader's legs, where the soft center between her hardened thighs, pressed wetly against the bard's own firm backside.
Gabrielle groaned helplessly inside. The pulse in her throat began to beat rapidly and an intense feeling of warmth started to radiate outward from the pit of her stomach. Gabrielle closed her eyes and moaned softly. She was lost in the powerful aura of this beautiful woman's embrace.
The crusader smiled as a fire began to burn within her chest. She bent her head and pressed hot lips against Gabrielle's neck, causing the bard's body to jerk upward from the contact. The bard's back arched responsively and her breasts thrust into the air straining against the rough fabric of her tight shirt. Her traitorous nipples suddenly grew taut and began to tingle with a need the young Bard couldn't quite define.
A gloved hand tilted the golden-haired girl's face upwards and Najara claimed Gabrielle's parted lips with a ravenous hunger........The young woman's chest rose and fell rapidly as another moan burst from her lips to be swallowed by her lover's mouth..........Suddenly Najara grabbed Gabrielle with strong hands and spun the young girl around to face her. The bard's sculpted thighs now lay on either side of her captor's, their breasts pressed painfully against one another. Gabrielle gazed into blazing blue eyes...eyes that in that moment, rivaled those of the Warrior Princess herself, in intensity.
"Gabrielle..." the crusader husked. "Will you give yourself to me?" The vibrations of Najara's voice poured through Gabrielle's soul, spreading desire like a wave of hot, sticky, honey lapped fresh from the comb. "Yes. Oh Gods!Yes! I will...I...I...need you..." The Bard's voice quavered. "I?Please?I want you?" The girl sobbed in defeat.
Slowly a small hand crept upwards to curl around broad shoulders. The two women's lips came together softly this time, tongues gently exploring the depths of each other's mouths. The passion mounted quickly as their hearts pounded together to the relentless beat of the horse's hooves, which thundered ceaselessly across the ground beneath them. Soft sounds of need began to echo on the air. Najara wrapped the horse's reins around the pommel of her saddle and then pushed Gabrielle's thighs farther apart. Slowly she removed her gloves...letting them fall to the ground below.
A graceful hand caressed the inside of Gabrielle's thigh. The bard's skin twitched at the intimate nature of the touch. Long, sensual fingers danced intoxicatingly around the edge of Gabrielle's soaked breeches, teasing and taunting the young woman with the promise of the pleasure they would bring.
The Crusader reluctantly drew away from her captive and smiled. She knew the girl was hers now. All that remained was to claim her hard won prize. Blue eyes bored relentlessly into green ones, grown hazy with passion's desire. The Warrior of the light, wrapped a strong arm around the Bard's back, bringing her hand up to grip the girl's slender neck firmly.
Gabrielle stared into the Crusader's eyes, held motionless like a bird caught in the viper's hypnotic gaze. Najara drew a thin blade from her belt. Gabrielle whimpered in both fear and delight. The straining muscles in her thighs began to quiver in anticipation. Capable fingers quickly slit the girl's breeches down both sides, allowing the experienced Crusader to tear them free and toss them carelessly aside. The blond warrior suddenly attacked the helpless bard, entering her mouth and her throbbing center at the same time. Najara plunged four fingers deeply into the girl, as she again claimed the bard's wet lips , with a bruising passion that seared Gabrielle to the depths of her being.
The little amazon screamed in pain as long fingers burst through the barrier which had for so long protected her innocence. Green eyes flew open as she prepared to beg for mercy, then clenched tightly shut again as tendrils of delight began to coil in her depths. Gabrielle found herself responding heatedly to her seducer's deep thrusts as she began to push back forcefully against the fingers buried inside her. She grunted with increasing need each time the Crusader's palm slapped against her aching sex, grinding herself harder and harder against her lover's hand.
Najara tore her lips from Gabrielle's hungry mouth and bit deeply into the Bard's neck savoring the taste of the salty, sweat slick skin. She left a trail of hot, wet, stinging kisses from just below the squirming Bard's ear to the pulse point in the hollow of her throat, where she then began to feast like a starving animal. The little blonde's hands dug into the Crusader's back like daggers as she wrapped her feet around the Warrior's rock hard calves and urged her lover to even greater heights of passion.
The rocking of her own hips against the swell of the saddle caused the blond Warrior to moan out loud and rub her dripping sex even harder against its now slick surface. A vibrating, soul consuming need, rumbled through her chest and burst forth from her lips in a loud snarl. Startled, her mount surged forward ever more quickly, as his mistress's strong thighs tightened compulsively against his lathered flanks.
"Aaaaahhh! Oh?.Oh! Gods!" Gabrielle cried through tightly clenched teeth, as her muscles went suddenly stiff. She threw back her head, her body arching helplessly upwards, as she screamed her release into the air. The Crusader growled into her young lover's neck as the bard's hot juices flowed over her hand. The rippling muscles in the girl's womb gripped the crusader's fingers with a numbing tightness, unexpectedly causing the waves of orgasm to pour forcefully through her own long, lean, powerful body.
The little Bard rocked forward and fell limply against the larger woman as she began to whimper, and then to cry softly. The golden Warrior gently withdrew her hand from inside its warm nest and pulled the trembling girl snugly against her. She slowed her winded war horse to a walk as she rubbed Gabrielle's back reassuringly. "Shhhh?it's Okay little one, I have you. You are safe now. It's Okay." As the sniffles faded away the strong Warrior held her young lover even more closely. Fear gripped her heart painfully as she thought of the Warrior Princess. She knew she should have killed the Dark Warrior when she had the chance. There was no doubt that Xena would try to reclaim Gabrielle again.
Najara kissed her beloved's forehead and whispered in her ear. "I love you, Gabrielle." She buried her face in the little amazon's still damp hair and spoke again. "Don't worry my Angel, I will keep you safe. No matter what! You are mine now, and she will never hurt you again. This I swear upon my honor, and upon the great holiness of the Jinn!"
Gabrielle squeezed her eyes shut more tightly. As the last aftershocks of pleasure left her body, pain welled up to take their place. She began to cry softly upon her lover's shoulder again. But It wasn't out of fear. It was a sorrow born of loss, steeped in regret. For if Gabrielle now knew one thing clearly, it was this?She could never belong to Najara, her heart, her very soul already belonged to her Warrior of darkness. It was Xena to whom she should have given this most precious gift of all?her innocence. The rocking of the horse and Najara's soothing whispers slowly lulled her to sleep. But, just before Morpheus and sweet oblivion claimed her mind and body she sent a silent plea to any Gods who might be listening. "Please?" the Bard desperately prayed. "Please let Xena come for me?and please! Oh Please! Let her be able to forgive me for what I have done."
Slowly the raven-haired Warrior crawled up off the floor. She staggered over to the bar and fell heavily against the cold wood. "Got my butt kicked didn't I?" She commented ironically to the youth behind the bar. She grabbed a near by pitcher and poured herself a drink. She swished the cold ale around her mouth and grimaced in pain. Then spat the now bloody liquid into a bowl and held a tooth up in front of her face. "Lost a good chewing tooth again! Damn! I hate it when that happens!"
The battered Warrior pulled the tattered shreds of her dignity tightly around herself and headed for the door. And as she slowly reflected on all that had happened, over the past few days, she realized she now knew one thing for sure. She loved the young Bard with all her heart and would let nothing stop her from reclaiming the woman she loved. The Warrior only wished she had admitted her true feelings to Gabrielle long ago. 'What a fool I have been!' she thought to herself. 'What an arrogant, blind, selfish fool I have been!' As Xena mounted Argo and sped off in pursuit of her beloved, she sent a silent prayer to the Gods. "Please?Please let me find Gabrielle. Please protect her innocence from harm?and Please! Please! Let her be able to forgive me for all the wrong I have done???"