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Archive name: (Xena3.txt
Authors name: Zeus

    X E N A   T H E   W A R R I O R   P R I N C E S S

                     PART 3 OF 9

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	Xena and Milan had reached the border by night-
fall the next day.  He had hidden his uniform beneath a
set of flat black garments.  They were on the oceanside
cliffs, with Calimport  one day  away.  From there they
could  enlist a  mercenary  crew and start  hunting the
marauders.   Xena looked  from the edge of the cliff to
the lights of  Calimport.  She was delaying her mission
greatly, but she had an especially bitter hatred of the
slave traders in the east.   If  Dunwich  lost its arms
deal with the Willow River merchants, she knew where to
buy more, and she'd have the money to get them herself! 
	
	Milan stretched out on the blanket. They would-
n't risk a fire,  but  with the full moon they wouldn't
need  any  light.   Xena came down from the promontory,
taking off her cloak and sitting next to him.  He could
feel  her  warmth  and  heard  her sigh as she lay back
against the tree. He got up promptly and walked over to
the edge of the cliff, looking  into the night.

        Xena walked over to where he stood. She touched
him softly on the shoulder, felt him tense up.

	"Was it something  I said?"  she said with more
of a sarcastic edge than she intended.

	"You're a woman."

	"Congratulations,  scholar, you've figured that
one out.  What do you mean , 'You're a woman?'" 

	"The hair, the breasts, the soft  skin,  that's
what I mean!"

	Xena  was  speechless.   She had been expecting
some sort of confession of male ego, like the ones  she
had  heard from so many men who fretted at having a wo-
man at their side in combat.  Not this time.

	"Ever  since  I  could  walk, I've done it with
sword or lance in my hand.   Justin was right  when  he
teased  me  about being slave to a mistress called war.
I was once a favorite  of the  princess,  you know?   I
staved off her advances politely but officiously, talk-
ing about duty and the king's trust, and all that.  The
truth was I was scared - scared of her charm and scared
of how helpless I was starting to feel. At least Justin
had the courage to try."

	"A lot of men I've  met  would  rather charge a
phalanx of angry knights than admit their  feelings for
a woman," she said amiably.  "Sad, but there's no shame
there.  And, yes there is more to a warrior's life than
battle. There are some thrills that don't sing with the
clashing of steel.  There are some passions that aren't
borne of fury,  some lusts  that aren't for blood.  And
now you want to know them."

	"I know what I'm missing,"  he said, flustered,
mistaking  the  meaning  of  her padded words.  "That's
what makes it so painful."

	Xena stood before him, resting her hands on his
shoulders and looking up, deeply into his eyes.

	"Among the Sujel tribes there's a custom.  They
never marry, but before they go off to war, they hold a
ceremony where they each choose a mate. They make love,
and ride to  battle  with  the next day.  The Sujel are
warrior tribes, both men and women,  and not many reach
old age.  But  those  that  survive are always carrying
life  forward off the battlefield.."  She bit her lower
lip and hoped that  he liked what he had seen enough to
take her offer.

	"Are you uncomfortable with me?" Xena wanted to
know. 

	"No," he answered.

	"Are you  uncomfortable  that I am more experi-
enced?"

	"Not at all."

	"Good.   I want to share with  you everything I
know."
	
	Milan looked at her. Then kissed her softly. It
was a sweet kiss, a kiss to dream on. The next kiss was
a little more than  a sweet one, and the next was some-
thing else.   He heard faint  pings  as  she  undid the
straps of his armor, and he worked to free her of hers.

	In a frenzy, they tore at each others clothing,
until they  stood naked before each other.  She wrapped
her arms around  his  neck  and  her body fit perfectly
against his, as if she had lived just  for this moment,
had  been  waiting  and hungering for him all her life.
His touch roamed over  the  silky skin of her back, her
ass, and between her supple thighs.    He felt her lips
part slightly, and the tip of her tongue brushed across
his  lips.   He did the same and probed farther to meet
hers in her mouth.   Her tongue  was  a  playful thing,
slipping  and  wrestling with his.  The soft strokes of
hers seemed to promise much more.

	She smiled warmly  at him as they eased down to
the blanket. They knelt opposite each other, content to
stare with silent  but  unabashed  admiration.    Milan
thought  as he looked at her,  that even though she was 
older, and was a warrior,  her face was that of a child
now - soft, full of wonder,  radiant.    Xena eased him
onto  his  back.   She knelt between his legs, with her
hands resting at the tops of his feet.   She slowly ran
her hands up and down, up and down his legs.   She took
his  cock  in one hand and very gently cupped his balls
in the other. 

	Xena gave his shaft a gentle squeeze and cares-
sed it  lightly  with  the  tips of her fingers.  Milan
shut his eyes and let waves of  pleasure roll over him.
She kissed  him  softly,  and kissed his chest then his
stomach, dipping her tongue into  his  navel.  She felt
him begin to arch, recognized the language of his body.
She stopped and squeezed his cock firmly.  "No, no, not
yet," she cooed, "There's more.  There's so much more."

       Milan let out a soft cry as the beautiful womans
tongue ran along  the  underside of his erection.   Her
lips closed over the head  and  she sucked softly.  She
looked up at him as she slid it deeper  into her mouth.
She pulled  her  upper  lip down over the top of it and
flattened her tongue along the bottom.   She bobbed her
head up and down, adding wet,  wonderful suction as she
ran her hand over his chest and stomach. Milan felt his
hands and feet, then his arms  and  legs  start  to  go
numb,  all  sense  abandoning  him except for the soft,
moist grip of Xena's mouth and the licks of her tongue.

	Xena  watched his face and felt the grip of his
hand, until she found his rhythm and kept at it.    She
decided  not  to  tease him.   She wanted to give him a
climax that he would remember for the rest of his life,
and  knew  that taking the edge off his lust would help
him last longer when she finally  gripped  his  cock in
her  very  hungry  pussy, which was already swollen and
hot with anticipation.

	She thrilled  inwardly as she felt him flex and
snap  like  puppet  with its  strings  cut.  His  sperm 
squirted  into  her  mouth  in  long,  thick,  scalding
streams, coating the roof of her mouth. It was so thick
it  was  almost  like  paste,  and she couldn't swallow
much.  She could see the lust in his  eyes  when he saw
his seed trickling out of the side of her mouth, so she
shamelessly  let  it flow between her lips and down her
chin.   She gathered his  cum  with her fingertips then
licked them clean, then licked up  the  semen  that re-
mained  on  his  cock, all the while keeping her smoky,
passionate gaze locked with his.

	He pulled  her  up and kissed her deeply.  Then
rolled her onto her back and gripped her knees, pulling
them up and open.   He  left a trail of wet kisses from
her ankles, to her knees, and inside her thighs,  stop-
ping shy of her flushed, puffy lips. Milan ran the tips
of his fingers gently between them, pleasure of his own
filling  him as her moans and sighs drifted to him.  He
slid his middle  finger  deep  inside  her, rubbing her
clitoris  lightly with this  thumb.  Her breath came in
excited gasps, her head rolled  back and  forth  as  he
sucked  one of her large, pink nipples as he worked his
hand faster.

	Xena grinned  with  triumph,  her eyes squeezed
shut with ecstasy as Milan  ran his tongue  between the
lips of her pussy.   He took long licks that started at
the  bottom  of  her pussy  and ended at her navel.  He
pulled the fleshy outer lips  between  his, sucking and
licking with the wettest of intimate kisses.  

	"What  kind  of  novice  are  you, young Milan?
I've -- ohhhhhh -- never experienced a  man  who was as
good  with  his mouth,  as he was when he had talked me
into bed!"

	"Justin and I traded notes.   I told him how to
make the house-hold guard and win the princess's favor,
and he told me how to please women.  I used to dream of
this at night as I slept alone."

	"Mmmmm.  Even Hercules, as strong yet gentle as
he was, couldn't make me feel like this.  Ahhhhh! Right
there, Milan.  Ohhhhh yesssss!"


	Milan  felt  a flush of pride to be compared so
with Hercules.   He rolled  his  tongue and cradled her
engorged  clitoris  with it.   It was  Xena's  turn  to
thrash helplessly as he sucked gently.  He squeezed her
breasts, stroking her nipples between his fingers.  Her
teeth clenched and head  arched back as a string of ex-
plosions ripped through her brain and burned her loins.

	Milan climbed up and kissed her deeply, letting
the warrior  princess  taste  her own dark, hot juices.
Xena grabbed his ass and stroked  the young stud's cock
with  satisfaction.  It  slid  powerfully  through  her
fingers  as  he  groaned his eagerness to her.   He was
ready, and she knew he would feel well rewarded when he
felt, with his cock,  how hot and swollen her pussy was
from his attention. 
   
	She pulled  him  between her legs and scissored
them into the small of his back.    They kissed deeply,
teasing  each other with twists of their hips and sque-
ezing  each  other's  ass  possessively.     Soon  they
couldn't  stand  it any  longer  and worked their loins
together.    Milan felt the goose-egg head of his  cock
nudge the wet lips of her pussy open.    He  pushed his
hips forward firmly.   Xena's pussy seemed tighter than
he thought it should, and he was afraid of hurting her.

	Xena drew a sharp breath as her pussy stretched
around his shaft.  She looked up into his eyes when she
felt him pause.  She gave him a strange, weak smile and
nodded.   She stifled a moan as he finished his stroke,
which caused a burning,  stabbing sensation deep within
her as he reached her limit  and  couldn't  fit  in any
farther.    Her eyes flew open and her face filled with
animal hunger as he pulled out and thrust into her
again. 

	Milan had never felt  anything like this in his
life. It was like he was part of her, at her very core,
and the daggers  of  pleasure  that shot through him as
the lips of her pussy slid down to the base of his cock
were  lancing  into  her as well.   Inside she was very
warm, and the walls of her vagina were so slippery, but
at the same time clinging  to  the  skin  of  his shaft
wonderfully.    He saw the muscles of her stomach dance
and  flinched slightly as her nails raked his back.  He
thrust  faster  and  her  hands  locked  on his hips as
powerful jolts racked her body.   She seemed to go weak
for  few  moments,  then she wrestled him onto his back
and squatted astride him..

      "Was this what you were dreaming of when we met?"
she purred, sliding lazily along him.

CONTINUED IN PART 4...