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VIOLENCE WARNING: There is violence (come on
its the Conqueror). The nature of the story is not nearly as dark as some Conqueror
fiction, but its essence is still the slave / master relationship that exists
between Xena & Gabrielle.
TIMELINE: My own making. Xena is the Lord,
Conqueror of Greece, but she is almost forty-five years old when she meets the slave,
Gabrielle. Many of Xenas evil ways have been sedated, but not all. I call this Xena
the thinking womans Conqueror. She is a woman who wants to try to do the
right thing, but doesnt always know how.
SEX: Yes, Ill have some, thank you. Ooops! I mean, yes there is. It is our favorite
two Soulmates, after all. Its not gratuitous, but it is quite explicit when it gets
going. This story shows consensual as well as non-consenting love (master/slave), sex and
yes, even some light bdsm between two adult females.
HIGH ANGST WARNING: I was threatened within an
inch of my life if I didnt start putting this disclaimer on some (all?) of my work.
I will henceforth rate the angst content with sad faces, one being the lowest and four
being the highest. This story earns: L L
(2 sad faces for those without TT Fonts)
UNDERAGE WARNING: Hey, the Supreme Court said in Reno v. American Civil Liberties Union (1997) that
laws against making available, online, certain indecent materials for those
under 18 was unconstitutional
look it up! Besides, this is perfectly
decent. J
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**Special thanks to Jim Kuntz for his permission in using any Lion of Amphipolis references.
The Conqueror Series
Tale One: Journeys End
By LJ Maas
We walked
through the halls and for the first time, I noticed that it wasnt really that quiet
in the parts of the castle that I frequented, rather people seemed to make themselves
scarce when I came through. Funny, but I never noticed that before.
I gave
Gabrielle instructions on where she could and could not go. I didnt want her
anywhere near the soldiers barracks; nor the training fields unless I was there to
accompany her. I tried not to make it sound like she was a prisoner; instead, I explained
that I had her own welfare in mind.
She followed
me up a winding stone staircase to the farthest rooms at one end of the castle. I held the
door open to my study as she entered, closing the heavy door behind her. I explained to
her that this is where I could be found most mornings and evenings, even occasionally
during the day. We passed by the ceiling high shelves that housed my library of personal
scrolls. Many contained maps and war strategies from long ago, others were plays or
histories that I found entertaining. I forgot about my slaves penchant for stories
until she stopped and stared at the hundreds of scrolls lying on their sides in their
leather cases.
You
said you could read, Gabrielle? I asked with an amused grin. The girls mouth
hung open as she craned her neck to see to the topmost shelf.
Yes,
My Lord, Gabrielle replied softly.
Then
you may feel free to read my scrolls during your leisure time. My only rule is that you do
not remove them from this room without my permission. Is that understood?
Yes,
My Lord
thank you so much. She looked up at me and I had the feeling that for
an adoring glance such as the one she graced me with just now, I would make a number of
concessions to the way I lived.
These are my private chambers, Gabrielle, I said, leading her through another doorway off my study. When I meet with my advisors or am in a meeting in my study, and you need to speak with me, you will wait in my outer room or the bedchamber. Under no circumstances, do I want you entering my study while Im in a meeting.
I tried to
make it as clear as possible, without actually voicing my true concern. I knew how I could
be, although I was usually oblivious to some of my temperamental ways until someone
pointed them out. I was trying, a little harder every day, but when I dealt with
the men and women who ran my armies or advised me about running the Empire, I could still
be a little
how does Delia subtly put it? Yes, a little trying is the
understatement that she chooses to use.
I will
remember, My Lord. Gabrielle added, finally, bowing her head under the weight of my
stare. Perhaps I gazed too long, but I believe it was the first time that she ever
initiated any words, without me asking her a question first.
Very
Good. I replied and walked through my rooms to the door that led to the back hall.
Directly across from the door to my bedchamber was the entrance to Gabrielles rooms.
The housekeeping staff told me earlier that they were finished and only awaited my
approval. I had no idea what they didik in my absence and I didnt want Gabrielle to
be disappointed. Thats an odd thought, isnt it, wondering if my slave would
like her rooms? Gods, the girls probably slept in the stables at times. I shook my
head and decided to preface entering the room with a few words anyway.
Gabrielle,
these are to be your rooms. If
well, if you dont like something, just tell
me
and I
well, well fix it, okay?
Of
course, My Lord.
I have to
say I was a little impressed myself. The message I sent ahead, when we were in Thessaly,
was to Delia. I asked her to fix the rooms for a woman to reside in. She took me at my
word and the area was indeed lovely. This door opened into a small sitting room, slightly
smaller than my study. Another door led into the bedchamber.
I
couldnt help but smile as Gabrielles mouth was hanging open again, not much,
but her lips were parted just enough to make her look rather irresistible. She turned
around and around and finally stopped to look at me. Gods, I wish I could get her eyes to
focus on mine for longer than a heartbeat. She bows her head the moment she catches me
watching her.
Are
you sure, My Lord? she asked.
Am I
sure about what, Gabrielle?
This
is where you would have me stay?
You
dont like it? I misunderstood her reaction and of course, the first thing I
always did was react defensively.
Oh,
its beautiful, My Lord, but
too beautiful for me, she added this last
very softly.
Not to
me. I said, almost as if to myself.
I
couldnt even be sure why I said this aloud. She was a beautiful girl, but to tell
the truth, the words I just said to Gabrielle were as close as Id ever come to
telling any woman she was beautiful. Compliments werent exactly my style, as most
people already knew. Try as I might, words of endearment simply didnt come flowing
from my lips. There have been times during my life, when I have wanted to say these kinds
of things to a woman, but my tongue grew heavy and I was at a loss. Now, standing in front
of this young slave, who has already made me feel more human than I ever have, I wanted to
tell her, praise her, and commend her. I had to admit that I didnt know how. How can
you imitate something thats never been shown you in the first place?
Come,
Gabrielle, I said, thickly. Our dinner should be arriving soon.
*********************
I sent for
Gabrielle some time ago, and I was sure she was waiting patiently in my bedchamber by now.
There seemed to be an enormous amount of work to catch up on and as soon as I would say,
only one more scroll, another would jump to my attention.
I already
bathed and sat at my writing table in my long robe, jotting down notes and setting up a
schedule to hear petitions, day after tomorrow. My mind kept returning to the small blonde
that I was certain waited in the next room. It was an unusual habit I was getting into. I
hadnt had sex in nearly a whole season, and only sporadically for the season or two
before that, but since Id taken Gabrielle as my slave, I enjoyed her talents every
night. It was a strange need that drove me, but the pleasure this woman brought to my
body, was something I truly never experienced before. I could see the addiction beginning,
yet I was helpless to stop it.
I gave up on
concentrating on the words before me, rising and snuffing the candles out. I quietly
opened the door between my study and bedchamber. The silence caused me to wonder whether
Gabrielle fell asleep waiting for me, but knowing my young slave, I found that unlikely.
I found her
standing at the window, the moonlight brightening her features, spreading an ethereal glow
around her. She was breathtaking, and I thought Id never seen such a magnificent
sight. I dont know how long I paused in the doorway, but she didnt hear me
step in. Her face had that relaxed set to it, just as it did when she slept. When she knew
I was there, when anyone was there for that matter, she became nervous, a slight tension
added to her facial appearance.
She turned
slightly and caught me out of the corner of her eye. Just as she was about to kneel in
front of me, I stopped her.
No.
Stay there, just as you are.
I put out
the one lamp that was lit, leaving the two candles burning at the bedside.
Turn
around, Gabrielle, and face the window. I commanded and she returned to her former
position.
Walking up
behind her, I stopped when I was still a handbreadth away. I reached around and undid the
knot at her waist that held the robe closed, and then slid the soft silk from her
shoulders, revealing the even softer skin of her body. The candles flickered in the half
dark and the flames appeared to be licking along the planes of her back. The analogy
brought to mind a desire to run my own tongue along the course of those copper flames, and
of course, since thats what I desired, that is exactly what I did.
The taste of
her skin was something I was acquiring a definite craving for. I started at her shoulders
and fed my need for her with my lips and my tongue, allowing only my fingertips to graze
across the satiny skin, burnished a dark bronze color from the flame of the candles. All
the way down I worked myself, finally slipping out of my own robe, and letting my bare
skin glide against hers on the way back up. I moved the hands that were splayed across the
backs of her thighs around to the front, pulling on her hips to press our bodies together
more firmly.
I could feel
my own breasts sliding against the skin of her back, the hard points of flesh becoming
increasingly sensitive as my arousal intensified. I brought my hands up the front of her
body, stopping to cover both breasts with the palms of my hands. This small woman
wasnt immune to physical pleasure, as I felt by the way her flesh pebbled and grew
harder, her nipples tightening and elongating even more as I rubbed my palms in lazy
circles. No sound came from her, and I was becoming accustomed to this too, even though it
continued to trouble me in no small way. I had no fear that we would someday get beyond
it. I grasped her nipples between two fingers and squeezed, pulling gently at the same
time. No languid moan met my ears, but Gabrielles head tilted back until it was
resting on my shoulder.
I guessed
that it wasnt so much the fact that my lovely slave felt no pleasure after the many
years her body was used, and most probably, abused. I supposed that it might be because no
one ever gave her pleasure. Masters who own body slaves are only concerned
with meeting their own needs, their own desires. If they were interested in pleasing
someone else, they would take a lover, not buy a slave. Who would care about bringing a
slave to her climax, to show a slave the tender affection necessary to produce feelings of
satisfaction and contentment?
I smiled
against the skin of her neck as I leaned down and kissed the warm flesh, pulling into my
mouth and sucking until I could feel the blood pulse against that spot quicker. Yes, who
would think it exciting to be able to bring pleasure to a slave, besides an old, worn out
warrior?
I pressed my
lips to those of the slave who had her head swept back, in seeming invitation. I let the
fire of my arousal carry me away, until I could feel Gabrielle returning my kisses. I
grasped the hand she kept at her side and brought it to the back of my neck, encouraging
her to massage the flesh there. When I released her hand and left it to seek the curves of
her flesh, I felt her nails, rake through my hair, up along my scalp, then down again to
teasingly run her index finger along my ear.
Gods, how
could the woman possibly know how that little move would affect me? I groaned aloud as I
felt goose bumps rise up along my arms. It was almost otherworldly, the way she knew what
would bring me pleasure, and when.
I used both
my hands to explore the front of her body, lingering longer on the spots that caused my
young slave to take in a sharp breath or that encouraged her to press against me to
prolong the feeling. I broke away from her mouth reluctantly, wanting to taste more of the
skin beneath my hands. While my fingers moved lower, drawing imaginary patterns down her
belly, my tongue reached out to glide across her shoulders, and then up along the corded
line of her neck. My tongue reached an earlobe to tease, just as my fingers reached past
the golden patch of curls and along moist inner folds. I felt Gabrielle take in a deep
breath, but it was a few long heartbeats later before she released it.
Gods,
youre so wet, I breathed into her ear, swirling the fingers of both hands into
her wetness. Again, she allowed no sound to escape her lips, but I could feel the little
jerking motion she made, trying, unsuccessfully, to control the shiver than ran the length
of her body.
Thats
when I felt the words come to me. I was no bard, far from a poet, but never in my life was
I even aware of the things I was about to confess let alone speak them aloud.
Do you
know how beautiful you are to me, Gabrielle? I asked; placing small kisses along the
outside edge of her ear. Do you know how good your body feels against mine? I
punctuated this last question by grinding my own wet center against the smooth flesh of
her backside.
Once again,
I reached out my tongue to taste the saltiness of her skin. Gods, you taste so good.
I need to know if you taste this good everywhere.
As I
continued to circle her swollen clit with the fingers of one hand, I brought the other
hand up to my lips and licked the girls essence off the fingers that were teasing
her only moments before. I closed my eyes at the taste of the ambrosia-like substance, but
I was still able to hear the tiny gasp she couldnt hold back. I pulled her chin back
and kissed the tilted head again and again, sure that it was one of the few times
shed ever been kissed by someone who had her taste coating their lips. She was
responding quite nicely to this turn of events, but when she grabbed a handful of my hair
and pulled my mouth against her harder, sucking on my tongue, while it explored the
sweetness of her own mouth, the powerful motion gave me cause to wonder who was attempting
to seduce who, here.
I was
hesitant to enter her. Although I wanted nothing more than to feel her contract against my
fingers as she climaxed, I wondered if she would receive as much pleasure from an act that
her body had been used for repeatedly. I know people would find it an insane thing to do,
ruminating over how best to pleasure your slave, but I could no more explain it, than stop
it. I decided to see if I could get my young slave to decide.
I resumed
the tactic of massaging those drenched folds with both my hands. Once my fingers moved to
concentrate on that very sensitive area of flesh, I felt her hips thrust forward against
my hands. I rewarded the girls motion by teasing her entrance and pressing down
harder with my thumb against her clit. Since her forward behavior was being permitted,
Gabrielle reached behind me and slid her hands up the backs of my thighs, squeezing the
flesh of my buttocks. An utterly carnal groan escaped my throat and I ground myself
against her harder.
Show
me, Gabrielle. Show me where you want to feel me. I whispered in her ear.
Her nails
ran along my backside and I groaned again. Gods, the woman had me dripping wet with just a
few touches. I repeated my verbal request and flicked my thumb across her clit, just as I
used the same motion with my tongue against her ear. She moved her hands around and slid
them along my forearms and down over my wrists.
Oh
yes, thats it
come on, Gabrielle
show me what it takes to make you feel
good. I murmured, unsure whether I could put my own excitement off until the girl
could be coaxed into revealing her desires.
Just as that
thought entered my head, Gabrielle slid one hand down until her fingers mingled with my
own in that abundant wetness. She wrapped her fingers around those of mine that rested
just outside her entrance and pressed them into her deeper. I made up for Gabrielles
silence by moaning my pleasure and entering her the rest of the way.
I pressed
two fingers deep inside her, sliding them out and replacing them with three fingers.
Thats when I kept repeating the motion, feeling her hips slowly begin to move in the
steady rhythm my hand set.
Oh,
thats it. Is this what you wanted, Gabrielle? Hhmm, me fucking you, like this?
In the past,
part of my power game was always to give a woman exactly what I knew she wanted, and then
have her admit it aloud. It used to excite me to hear them begging for what I knew I
already wanted to give them. Somehow, I didnt have the heart to do that with the
woman who had such little pleasure bestowed on her in her life.
When
Gabrielle nodded her response, I felt like she just screamed her answer out to the
heavens.
It
didnt take long, but I was in no hurry. I penetrated her again and again with my
right hand, while I let the fingers of my left slide across that very swollen clit. A
usual, Gabrielles body told me more than her vocal efforts. She clamped her hand
strongly around my wrist and I felt her body stiffen, her inner muscles clenching then
releasing my fingers, thrust deep inside her. I felt a rush of warm liquid cover my hand,
just as her knees felt like they were giving way. I locked one arm around her waist and
gently eased my fingers from inside of her.
Its
all right, Ive got you, I whispered, lightly kissing her ear.
I stood
holding her like that until I felt my own desire rising insistently and demanding more
attention. I pulled her back to the bed and I sat on the edge. When I turned my slave
around, I could see that her face was still flushed and I was getting to enjoy the look of
blissful confusion my attentions caused her. She dropped to her knees, sitting back on her
heels, knowing I would allow her hands on me. She ran them up the tops of my thighs,
massaging the muscles under her fingertips. It was when she ran her nails along the inside
of my legs, down toward my knees, that I lost my composure.
Oh
yes. Touch me, Gabrielle. It wasnt a command, more like a whispered plea and I
think we both knew it.
Where
would you like to be touched, My Lord? she asked in response, and I saw that gleam
of bedroom power creep into her eyes, but I was absolutely incapable of doing anything
about it.
Anywhere,
I leaned back on both hands as she rose up on her knees. As she moved her lips in to
capture mine, I could hear the rapid beat of my heart. Everywhere. I managed
to say, as her lips covered my own.
I leaned
back further, onto my elbows, and simply enjoyed the feel of her slight body as she lay
across mine, her kisses turning hungry as she knowingly matched my desires. Her lips ran
along my jaw and when her tongue found its way to my ear, I let my head roll back and gave
everything in me over to the young woman between my legs.
She ran her
tongue in a random design along my shoulders and down my chest. She took small little nips
of my skin with her teeth, and I grunted in pleasure and surprise with each tiny bite. By
the time those lips wrapped around a very aroused, dark nipple, every pull of the skin
into that warm inviting mouth of hers, was felt directly between my legs.
I was pretty
much moaning nonstop as she slid her tongue down my belly, her hands squeezing my thighs
rhythmically. She lay numerous kisses on the dark triangle of hair and without any more
preamble than that, she buried her face in my cunt.
Gods!
I cried out, already thrusting my hips up hard to meet the tongue that lapped at my
center. Oh, Gabrielle, I groaned, placing one hand behind her head to position
her exactly where I wanted her.
The sounds
she was making as she ate me did nothing to quench the roaring fire in my belly. She felt
my increased wetness and the quick shudders my muscles were making. She raised her fingers
to enter me and I pushed the hand away.
No
just
your tongue. Yesss
oh, Gods
just like that. I relaxed into the exquisite
touch, simply letting her carry me to my destination.
When I at
last arched my back and cried out, one orgasm blended into another when she slid that
tongue into me as deep as she could. I shook and moaned for a long time, slowly coming
back to reality by the gentle touches of her tongue as she lapped up the juices my
excitement created.
It seemed
long moments went by while I calmed myself, lying there with my eyes closed, trying to
begin to breath normally again, before I realized Gabrielle was no longer touching me. I
opened my eyes to see that she was on her knees, waiting for either another command or a
dismissal. Even she knew what it would look like were she to spend the night in my bed
here in the castle. She was not the Queen, even though she occupied the Queens
chambers. She was a slave, and although I would be likely to forget that fact, she would
not.
May I
do something more to please you, My Lord? she asked.
I dropped my
head to the bed and raised my arms up to cover my eyes.
No,
Gabrielle
thank you. You are dismissed.
She left
without saying another word and I lay there awake until the candles burned out of their
own accord, leaving me in a blackness that matched my mood. It was sometime before I
realized that my body would not give in to Morpheus and I rose to work in my study.
*********************
I should
have been able to escape to the realm of Morpheus, blissfully sated after an
evenings passion with my talented body slave, but even now, sleep eluded me. For
reasons that I could neither understand, nor care to admit to, slumber was not to befriend
me easily. I read a few scrolls by the light of the candle, it being some time since I
read for no other reason than it pleased me. I dressed and walked the darkened corridors
of the palace, even strolling outside across the dampened fields of grass.
I cannot
explain what possessed me to do what I did next, only that somewhere, a few candlemarks
before dawn, I grudgingly realized, or admitted, what the cause of my insomnia was. I knew
what it was all along, didnt I? I was just too stubborn to admit it. It was rather
like having a toothache or receiving a slight injury on the training field. If you ignore
it, the symptoms might possibly go away. If you admit it, even if only to yourself, then
youre forced to go to the healer and do something about it. If only there were a
healer to free me from the pain, I was in now. If only there were some herb or elixir, I
could mix up, to relieve me of this new ache, which sat like a heavy weight upon my chest.
She was the
cause of my inability to sleep, but there was no sense in lying to myself. I grew so used
to sleeping with Gabrielle, that it was apparent I merely missed the girl in my bed. I
knew I was growing accustomed to her, but I never thought her loss would affect me in this
way.
So, I find
myself in a position that instills feelings of comfort and embarrassment in equal measure.
From the darkened corner of her room I stand and watch her. Ive been standing here,
motionless, and watching her for over a candlemark now. She must have been exhausted when
she returned to her own bed. She wore no shift, as though she simply fell onto the
mattress, pulling the sheet over her. I stared at the slight figure, lying there so
silently, a look of peace gracing her features. Her chest rose and fell in a soft, steady
rhythm and I felt a strange sensation of contentment wash over me.
Gabrielle,
as the fates would have it, felt anothers presence in her room and she awoke with a
startled expression on her face. As she looked around, I saw her lean over and light the
candle at her bedside. I stepped back further into the shadows, silently watching. When
her expression went from one of sleepy disorientation to fear, I didnt have the
heart to conceal myself any longer. I took a step forward, letting the light from the
flickering flame announce my presence.
My
Lord. She exclaimed, starting to rise, how may I serve you?
Relax,
Gabrielle, I said, moving closer to the bed. I have no need of you in that
way. I pacified her.
The strained
silence persisted as I stood awkwardly, wondering if I should explain my reason for being
there, although somewhere in the back of my brain that tiny voice told me that I was,
after all, the Lord Conqueror, and why in Tartaurus should I have to explain myself to
anyone? As always, Gabrielle was one step ahead of me.
Are
you troubled, My Lord? Gabrielles soft voice inquired.
Gods, I
wasnt sure how to answer that question. I was troubled in a big way, but could I
admit that? Would I be opening the gates and giving this small slave some power over me,
if she knew my weakness, especially if that weakness turned out to be her? Would Gabrielle
think I was being foolish, even worse, losing my mind? I wanted to talk to her. I wanted
it so badly. How arrogant of me to think it a weakness to care for someone. My shaking
knees were proof of just the opposite, and I began to wonder if even I held enough
strength to voice my needs and fears.
I moved
forward and sat at the end of the bed, just opposite, but facing away from her.
I
I
I cleared my throat and tried to begin again. Sometimes
I
being alone at night. I mean, with you in here and me over there
sometimes I
wish it were different. I said heavily.
I
wasnt sure if she understood what I was attempting to say, Hades, I didnt even
know if I knew what I was trying to say. I just didnt have enough practice at this
and I cursed my inability to feel anything for anyone for so many seasons. My abilities as
a ruthless warrior may have led me to conquer a good portion of the Known World, but they
left me ineffectual at building something worth holding on to. Gabrielles soft voice
stirred me out of my self-recriminations and her words contained a quiet strength that I
found odd, coming from her.
There
are times, My Lord, when the only thing necessary to bring comfort to a persons
soul, is the sound of anothers heart, beating along with your own.
The deeply
profound statement from my young slave should not have taken me aback. I ought to know by
now, that Gabrielle is nothing, if not unpredictable, but the depth of her understanding
for my plight caused me to look at her in a new light. When I didnt move or make any
attempt to speak, she continued.
I may
be very unworthy company, My Lord, but perhaps
perhaps if you were to lie here,
Morpheus would beckon you.
When she
looked over at me and I turned to see her face, I saw those eyes that could never quite
meet my own, and I think that we both knew, that in her company is where I wanted to be
anyway. Without removing my clothes, I made a move to lie back on the large bed, but
realized that I still wore my boots, wet and muddy from my walk outside. This was my
slave and my bed, it should not matter to me where I place my dirty boots, but
acting that way to make a point just didnt seem worth it with Gabrielle. To the
outside world, we were slave and master, but in the privacy of our rooms, the lines were
blurring more and more everyday.
I pulled off
my wet boots and lay down atop the covers. Gabrielle pushed the sheet from her body,
knowing it was the proper behavior for a slave, not to cover herself in my presence. It
seemed like I was doing a lot of things lately and not understanding my behavior, but when
I grasped the end of the sheet and pulled it back up to cover Gabrielle, I knew exactly
why I did it. If I wanted this girl with the
submissive nature to start respecting herself, then I needed to treat her that way in
kind. In this instance I felt she was reaching out to offer me comfort and friendship, me,
her master, someone she really only had to tolerate with a closed mouth. If she could
offer up this olive branch, then I would try to graciously accept it the way it was
intended.
Roll
over, Gabrielle, facing away from me. I said, knowing it was neither a command nor a
request, but something in between.
She rolled
over onto her side and I pulled the sheet up further, tucking it around her. Then I draped
an arm around her waist and felt her settle her back against my chest. The warmth against
me felt so relaxing.
Goodnight,
Gabrielle.
Goodnight,
My Lord.
It took only
moments for me to drift off and when I didnt wake the next morning until the
suns rays shot into my eyes, I knew that tonight, things would be different. Hades
could take propriety, convention, and any other long-standing bit of protocol I was
damaging. I no longer cared what this looked like to others. I didnt care what
people would think or say about such an arrangement. This girl will share my bed
tonight and every night thereafter until I deem it no longer so.
I silently
dared for anyone who had doubts about my sanity, to give voice to their concerns
to
my face.
To be continued in Chapter 7: To See A World In A Grain Of Sand