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Gabrielle was running through the woods, her hair whipping around her face. She had forgotten her shoes in the castle and now the forest loomed around her, the encroaching dark filling the space between the branches. She thought she saw her face everywhere, that cruel pale face with bloodred hair.
Gabrielle…
She tripped over a branch and hit the ground hard. Her hands took the brunt of the impact. She felt fingers hard as nails grip her shoulder and draw her upright, slamming her against a tree. She found herself face to face with the woman of her many nightmares, from which she woke feverish and sweaty.
“I win.” Xena smiled, her fangs glinting between her lips. Gabrielle remembered the brazen deal she had made before Xena had opened the wrought iron gates. If I beat you to the stream, I go free. And if not? Then I’m yours. “Do you submit freely?”
Gabrielle glared at her, the wind cutting through her white nightgown. Xena stood in draped black velvet, her hair spun up around her face, falling in perfect coils and adorned with jewels.
“You cheated.” Gabrielle said. Xena drew her hand over Gabrielle’s face, her thumbnail cutting into her lip. Up close, her eyes were expansive, drinking in the light greedily but leaving no trace of it.
“And you fell on purpose.” Gabrielle stiffened. She attempted to round Xena who merely herded her back through the trees against a craggy cliff encased in vines. She could feel her breath on her face, it smelt like dead things. “You forget I know your thoughts. I walk your mind like it's my own.” Gabrielle could only focus on her lips, her body pressed against hers, firm in places, soft in others, but bringing no comfort or warmth.
“Hence the cheating.” Xena rolled her eyes and took a step back. She spread her arms, staring up at Gabrielle through her lashes.
“Undress me, maid.” Gabrielle flushed, reminded of her role in the castle. She curtsied half from muscle memory. She went about the clasps without making eye contact, attempting to cool her anticipation with efficiency, it didn’t work.
How often had she undressed her to feed on her seduced village girls, washing the blood out of her nightgowns after? How often had she stared into their dazed, ecstatic expressions and felt jealous.
The heavy outer velvet robe fell away. Gabrielle caught Xena’s eye as she started on the corset lacings, unable to keep her arousal off her face. From Xena’s triumphant smile, she could feel it, no doubt smell it in waves from her. The corset fell away, leaving only the nightgown, stockings, and slippers. Xena raised her head. Gabrielle tried to hold her composure as she lifted the nightgown, exposing Xena’s skin to the cold blue light of the rapidly closing night.
Soon it would be dark and she would be entirely at the mercy of the vampire. She stretched out a leg and Gabrielle knelt, undoing the clasps of the stockings, and rolling them down her legs, removing them with the shoes. She took her time, letting her fingers graze the delicate skin of her inner thighs in a way she had not yet allowed herself. When she looked up, Xena was watching her with undisguised pleasure.
Gabrielle bent her head to the skin on impulse, pressing her lips to the crease of her thigh. Fingers gripped the back of her head, pressing her more firmly against the center of her. She found her wet and coarse, her hair like barbed ivy. Gabrielle swept her tongue through it and Xena rocked against her face. Gabrielle moaned into her, drawing her hands over her hips, no longer cold but sweating her eagerness. She eyed Xena as she lapped at her, eager as a dog to please, to draw sounds from her. As if sensing her thoughts, Xena fisted her hair and drew her up.
“Whet my hunger first, then my appetite.”
Xena’s voice wound around her, containing all the warmth she did not. Gabrielle bent her head dutifully. Xena’s long nails drew up over her shoulders, clawing through her hair to yank her head to the side and sink her teeth into her neck.
At first there was only pain. Gabrielle convulsed, panicking as she fisted her hands in Xena’s unbound hair. But as Xena’s hand slipped down to her neck holding her firm, her body grew light, euphoric. She clenched her thighs together, suddenly desperate to pull her closer, to allow her her feast so long as she was the one eaten. Xena’s tongue rasped over the wound and Gabrielle whimpered into her shoulder.
Xena drew back enough to let her breath skitter over her skin, warmed with Gabrielle’s blood.
“Beg.” She repeated it when Gabrielle didn’t respond. “Beg me to continue.” Gabrielle cupped Xena’s face, she could see her glassy expression in her strange inhuman eyes, she looked utterly debauched.
“Please. Take more. Take me.” Xena’s expression turned feral, her features warping, growing lean and vicious. She gripped Gabrielle’s nightgown in two hands and ripped it down the center. Gabrielle’s gasp turned into a cry when Xena bent her head, biting into her breast. Gabrielle gripped her head, drawing her against her. She could feel Xena’s moan in her ribcage. She ached to hear her make that sound again and again. Xena’s hands came up around her hips, hauling her up against the cliff, pinning her to the rock.
Gabrielle dutifully wrapped her legs around the vampire, her nightgown falling down around her elbows and riding up around her thighs. Her own blood ran in rivulets down her stomach, warming her.
She ground her hips against Xena’s stomach until the vampire held her with one hand, the other snaking around to bury itself between her legs. Gabrielle bit her lip in anticipation of Xena’s long delicate fingers but felt nothing, only the teasing pressure of her fingers over her clit. She almost cried. Xena’s hot tongue circled her nipple, teeth toying with it gently before drawing back. Xena’s lips and chin were covered with blood, her pupils expanded to fill her irises.
Xena’s nipples were hard, her skin pebbled and flushed in a way it hadn’t with cold. This was for her, Gabrielle realized, all for her. Xena waited until she met her eyes to plunge her fingers inside her. Gabrielle gasped at the angle, arching her back to feel the relentless pads of Xena’s fingers press against her clit from the inside. She rocked her hips impatiently at Xena’s slow pace.
“Admit it,” She said, her voice slightly breathless as she braced her other hand against the rock wall. “You tripped on purpose.”
Gabrielle dug her hands into Xena’s hair, twisting hard just to watch an irritated scowl replace the smug blood soaked grin.
“Fuck you.” Xena hauled her away from the cliff face and slammed her back into the ground, pinning her down with her weight. The scraps of her nightgown were rudely ripped from her body. Claws dug into her hips as she was flipped unceremoniously onto her stomach. She felt Xena’s breasts press into her back, her hair tickling her shoulders. As she tried to rise on her elbows, Xena pinned her down with a hand between her shoulders. Gabrielle winced at the sting of rocks and twigs, pressing against the scratches and wounds on her chest and neck. She felt Xena suck another bite into her shoulder and moaned, clenching her knees together. As if reading her thoughts, Xena sunk her fingers into her again with even less gentleness. She took her easily, soaked to her thighs. She blushed furiously as Xena laughed in her ear.
“I want to drink from you as you cum.” Gabrielle ground her face into the dirt, helpless to the thrust of Xena’s fingers into her. She no longer had room for pride or shame, could only do what Xena desired, what she desired. Xena brought her other hand around, rubbing her fingers against her clit. Gabrielle moaned senselessly into the ground, high on the snap of Xena’s hips against her own.
“Say it!”
“Bite me!” Gabrielle whimpered as she felt the shivers begin in her thighs. Xena grabbed a fistful of her hair, hauling her up as she sunk her teeth into her neck again. Gabrielle arched her back, pressing her breasts into the ground, her neck into Xena’s mouth, her hips back into Xena’s relentless fingers, as she shuddered and came. Xena did not let her go, thrusting faster and faster as she spasmed against her fingers. Gabrielle could feel Xena moaning, her own slick thighs grinding against her ass. It felt like hours before she went limp, spent, collapsing into the ground. Xena caressed her back gently before flipping her back onto her stomach.
With the dedication of someone who never left a meal unfinished, Xena licked her way from neck to navel, letting her tongue and teeth trail over her skin. Gabrielle shivered, near overstimulated at the contact as Xena sucked possessive bruises into her ribs. Her breasts, her thighs.
She drew her tongue through the heat of her and Gabrielle clenched her thighs around her head, arching back in another orgasm which made her sob. She felt Xena's teeth on her clit for a moment before she released it, drawing herself up to kneel over the handmaiden, glowing and sated. The only sound in the glenn was Gabrielle’s breathing, soft puffs of white in the shadowed forest.
“Say it," Xena said. Gabrielle smiled at her.
“I tripped on purpose.”