Possessed
by Cath,
Bard
OWNERSHIP
DISCLAIMER
The
characters of Xena and Gabrielle and others belong in their entirety to
Universal/MCA, Renaissance Pictures, and all the other powers that be. No copyright infringement is intended. I wrote this story at the urging of my muse;
it should never be used for profit.
Please do not copy or cite elsewhere without express permission of the
author.
VIOLENCE
None
in this tale, exactly.
LOVE/SEX
WARNING/DISCLAIMER:
This
story depicts a loving friendship between two consenting adult women. If you
are under 18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or
country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature
disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story. “Possessed” is part of a relationship
trilogy that includes “Prunin’” and “Control.”
Comments? Questions?
Feedback gladly accepted, but be nice, be constructive.
Email me at: MsCL@ix.netcom.com
“So,
Xena, which one of my possessions impressed you the most?”
Nibble. Flick.
Whimper.
“Hmmm…
lemme think on that one. Maybe your
cute, firm butt….or that nose… the one that crinkles just so sweetly when you
smile. No. Wait. It’s the breasts. Yes.
Nice, firm, round peaks…On second thought… maybe….right…down…here…”
Lick. Suckle. Gasp. Swat.
“No,
Xena. I meant when those spirits took
over my body. You know… like the
Bacchae possession?”
“Nails
too long. Ouch! But I did like the bite….”
“How
about Tataka?”
“Gabrielle,
she wore too much makeup, and those pearls….a bit excessive don’t you think?”
“What
about when I became a baby demon in hell?”
“Too
butch.”
“Or
in Cyrene’s tavern? When Mephistopheles took over?”
“Now
that’s what I call a possession. You
were, ummm, well,….er…umm…”
“Pretty
scary, huh?”
“Oh,
yeah.”
Stroke. Squeeze.
Moan.
“Hey,
sometimes I fantasize what would happen if you released that dark, Amazon Bard
lurking under the sweetness…I might have to subdue you. Maybe ropes, just for fun of course. But Mephistopheles was way more than I needed…the
yellow eyes, and that hair…”
Ruffle. Fluff.
Smirk.
“You
were scared, Xena. Admit it.”
“I
didn’t say I was scared.”
“I
was.”
Embrace. Kiss. Sigh.
“Gabrielle?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t
you go changing. I like you just the
way you are.”
“Really,
Xena?”
“Yep. Every single one of you.”
Grin.
“You
asked for it, Warrior!”
Poke. Leap.
Roll. Pin.
“How’s
that for possession, Xena?”
“You
can stay there forever if you like…”
“I
like.”
End.