Chapter 32
It felt amazing, the feel of the warm body that was pressed up against hers and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to herself. She sighed out as she tilted her head backwards to give him better access. He trailed kisses down her neck and he stopped for a moment at the vein jumping at his touch. He kissed against it for awhile and her pulse began to pick up more from the attention. As Xena began to slowly lose herself over to the overwhelming sensation of those passionate kisses against her skin, he soon continued on his journey down her neck to her chest where he stopped at the tops of her breasts and began to lavish them. She arched into him, giving him full access as she moaned into his ear. His hand slipped its way slowly up her body, moving from her waist to tracing the contours of her as it slipped higher to her breasts where he squeezed lightly before going higher.
It found its destination to the strap of her dress and he slowly pulled it off of her shoulder, letting it fall slightly and moving his head up to kiss against the exposed flesh there. It didn't take long before he moved to the other strap and, getting it impatiently out of the way , he started placing kisses against the skin there. He finally let both straps fall completely and the delicate fabric puddled at her waist, leaving her upper torso bare to him. He sure seemed pleased with what he had before him…He lowered his hand and cupped her left breast and began to tease her nipple as he ran his thumb over it in a circular motion. Xena had closed her eyes at the sensation and soon she felt him take her nipple into his mouth and she curved more into him as he began to suckle against it. Nipping lightly at it one moment then pulling gently with his teeth before he ran his tongue over it only to take it into his mouth again, he was driving her crazy.
Her skin felt like it was on fire. Every little touch of his finger tips against her skin sent shivers down her spine and the way his mouth was moving against her had her moaning out softly and wanting him to never stop his ministrations. His hand then moved lower down her body and came to rest against her thigh. Xena shivered a little when she felt him drawing small circles on her leg and her body filled with anticipation as he teasingly began to inch his hand up her inner thigh. He cunningly stopped his touch just short of where she desperately wanted him to make contact. She groaned out in frustration and she felt him smile against her as he began to trail his lips back up her chest, only stopping once he found her mouth and took possession of it. Xena gladly accepted him, returning his kisses just as passionately and only breaking the kiss for the sole necessity to fill her lungs with a bit of air. She unconsciously smiled, breathing heavily against his shoulder as he now started to caress lightly her inner thigh and she wrapped her legs more tightly around him. She pulled back from him, wanting to seek out her lover's eyes, and she soon found herself staring into the warm auburn eyes of the War God himself.
He smirked at her and ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek, wantonly leaning in and taking ownership of her mouth again. Kissing her slowly, he gradually had her lost in the rich wave of pleasure building inside each other. Xena soon found herself moaning into his mouth again, fighting the War God for dominance as their tongues dueled for supremacy. She felt him move his hands to her hips and then he scooted her closer to him and started to pull up the hem of her dress and then moved his hands bit by bit to her thighs. Running his hands down the smooth silky skin, he slowly moved them back up, getting closer and closer to her heat.
Just when things got really interesting though, Xena jerked awake from the irritating crow of a damn rooster who chose precisely that particular moment to decide to signal in a new dawn. She sat up in her bed quickly, breathing heavy and looked wonderingly around her room. The sun had just started to make its way through the window and everything else seemed quiet except for the sound of that accursed bird who felt the need to continue singing its morning tune. She brought her hand up to her lips and touched against them lightly. That dream had felt so real and for a moment there she had actually thought it was…. The War God's touch always seemed to make her skin tingle for awhile and even though she felt like she was melting into his caress in her dream, she knew it was just that... a dream. She couldn't believe that she had just fantasized about him like that.
Although she had been having this same recurring dream throughout the whole week, the only difference was that she had never seen the man's face before now. It had always started the same, her and some guy, whose face she never saw, who was kissing against her neck. She usually never got passed him pulling at the straps of her dress and this time she had come to find out that she had been dreaming about the God of War the whole time. Xena quickly put a stop to the assaulting questions, from trying to decipher why she had been dreaming about him and her together like that all week. She pushed it off to it not really being him the whole time and that it was only him now because today was the day that he was supposed to come back and she had been thinking about him the night before. So naturally, it kinda made sense that her twisted mind would incorporate the War God into her dream.
Satisfied enough with her own explanation as to what was going on in her head, she moved to get out of bed. She started to head to her armoire when she passed by the mirror that sat on the table that held her personal belongings. She stopped and looked at the image of herself in the mirror and then looked down at herself. The shift she was wearing was not her usual choice for what she wore to bed and she had chose to wear it with a certain God on her mind. She had been walking through the marketplace in the evening the day before when she had seen it. She had bought it on impulse and when she put it on she could only think about what the War Gods face would look like when he saw her in it. She had been secretly hoping that maybe he would come back early and popped in on her when she was preparing to go to bed. She had stayed up later that night then she typically did in the event that he indeed returned.
A smile pulled at the corner of her lips as she thought about how it would have been a great way to tease him- the high slit on either side of the shift would have been quite a way to catch his attention and she could just imagine his stunned expression at her appearance. The smile soon faded from her face as she wondered why she was even trying to capture his interest to begin with. And why did she think he would come to her bed chamber in the event that he did come back early? His note had clearly told her to meet him in his temple once the seven days had passed. Sure the War God had come once before for some reason that was still lost to her and she wished she could know what it was since it had seemed like he was there just to be there. Xena stopped herself from going down that line of thought again, it got her nowhere and right now she had some place that she needed to be.
She walked over to her armoire and opened it and started to thumb through the clothes she had in there. She moved one article of clothing after another out of the way looking for that certain something that would do the trick. Again, Xena started to wonder why she was putting so much thought on what to wear, he was a War God and he wasn't going to care about what she was wearing. She huffed out a breath for not being able to find anything that would be both comfortable and still allow her to do whatever type of training he might have in mind to do and she thumbed through the clothing some more. She stopped on a deep blue battle dress that she forgot she had. She pulled it out and held it in her hands for a moment….it was perfect! Just what she had been looking for and the few times that she did wear it she was told that it brought out her eyes. She quickly slipped out of her shift and put it on and smoothed her hands over the material. The hem of the pelted skirt fell to her mid thigh and allowed her the necessary movement that would be required if she had to fight. It had a corset halter top and she swiftly tied up the laces on the back of the dress.
She moved back over to the mirror and looked at herself again, she remembered that she had a pair of knee high leather black boots and went to retrieve them. After a couple of moments of searching she finally stumbled over them and quickly put them on. She gave herself a swift glance and wondered if she should tie her hair up completely or just half way like she usually did. She settled on her standard way of wearing her hair since it seemed that the War God liked to touch it when it flowed freely. Almost immediately, she chastised herself for that thought, she shouldn't have tried to impress him, at least not in that way she told herself. She looked herself one last time before settling on the pendant resting against her chest. It seemed to complete the outfit and she brought her hand up and lightly fingered it against her skin.
Pleased that this was as good as it was going to get, she went and retrieved her sword and headed out towards the God of War's temple.
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The trek there was longer then she thought it was going to be, she had already lost half of the day walking to it by the time she had finally stepped out of the tree line and stood in front of it. There it was though, the massive stone structure that she had been looking for, standing looming in front of her. A slight shiver went through her as she analyzed it, she seemed mesmerized by it and now she was just standing there, unmoving.
She silently watched as other people approached the temple and headed inside, bringing offerings to the War God. She felt the pull, the same one that would always tug at her when she looked at his temple, and she could feel her legs working again as she slowly approached it.
She stood at the bottom of the steps, contemplating whether or not she should really be doing this. But then she started to think about all the reasons why she was there, why his offer to help her become the warrior she wanted to be was so appealing. She was done with all the useless activities and she had made up her mind; she quickly ascended the steps and grabbed a hold of the temple door and pulled it open and stepped inside.
Xena made her way further into the temple and she ignored some of the stares that she was receiving as she walked by a small group of warriors. Some were looking at her in shock that a female warrior had just actually walked into the God of War's temple and others were leering at her as they gestured to her suggestively on how she could make an offering. She pinned them all with a steely gaze, letting them know that she was not to be messed with, and some shrunk back from the intensity of it, apparently not expecting such a malice expression coming from her.
Not quite sure on where she was supposed to be waiting for him, she continued to walk around to a few different rooms. She opened the door to one of them and came across a huge weapons display. She stood in the door way awestruck for a moment at all the different types of weapons that were strewn along the wall. Swords, shields, daggers, bows, arrows, axes, whips even, you name it and it was there. It was like her own little private armory and she walked more into the room to inspect them more closely. She immediately headed over to the array of swords that hung on the wall and started to examine them, it was filled with all different types of swords. Long ones, short ones, some of them nicely decorated while others looked like simple relics. Her eyes came to rest on one magnificently crafted blade, one that was nothing fancy like most of the others but yet still it caught her eye. It was resting on top of a beautiful black scabbard that had three emeralds going down it. The sword itself had a black handle with one emerald imbedded on the tip of the hilt. She reached up and took the blade off of the wall and held it in her hands to get use to the feel of it. She twirled it around for a moment… it was heavy but not too heavy that she couldn't wield it. She switched the blade to her left and removed her own sword from its sheath on her back. Xena looked from one sword to the other, the one she had now had served her well over the years but it was a tie to the life she no longer wanted. She had only gotten this blade because her father's sword had broken in battle a few years ago and she had to replace it. The blacksmith had made this one for her and although she had given him specifics of how to make it he still ended up doing it wrong. She didn't have the means or the money to afford another one and Athena rarely bestowed her warriors with new swords once out of training so she was stuck with it.
She looked longingly at the sword she held in her left hand, it was perfect. Exactly what she had been looking for and the grip just seemed to fit her hand so perfectly as if it was made especially for her. She set both swords down on the small table that was in front of her and she undid the scabbard that was on her back. She picked up her own sword and sheathed it and placed it back on the table. She reached over to where she had taken the blade off of the wall and removed the scabbard from it and picked up the new sword and put it in it. She fastened the new sword to her back then pulled it out of its sheath again. Xena went through a small drill with it, going through the movements flawlessly with it as she swiped at the air. She stopped and held the blade in both hands, she figured the War God wouldn't miss it. He had plenty of other swords to choose from and he surely wouldn't miss this one insignificant blade, he probably didn't even know that he had it anyway. And plus she was really trading it and not just taking it, her own blade was good, not as good as this one but it was a decent trade.
Right when she was in the middle of her drill, a priest walked into the room, noticing that the door was open. He spotted the woman that was standing in the room holding a sword in her hands. He wondered how she had managed to get in there.
"Why are you in here? This room is off limits to peasants."
Xena whirled around at the unexpected voice, ready to defend herself if need be, and saw the priest standing by the doorway and she sheathed her sword at the no lethal threat. At first, he had seemed angry but now his look had changed once she had turned around and he was now openly gawking at her. She was disgusted with the scrawny man that stood before her, she could see the lust in his eyes and how he changed his stance, puffing his chest out, trying to impress her.
"Are you here to make an offering to the God of War?" he asked her sweetly as he approached her.
"Something like that." Xena retorted, not liking at all the suave tone he was using to try and charm her.
"Yes, I'm sure My Lord could find ways for you to please him. Unfortunately, he is not here at the moment and I would be more than happy to give him your message, if you like?"
The priest let his eyes roam hungrily over her, she was something alright and he would gladly satisfy her in his Lord's absence. He knew some of the local women would come to the War God's temple and offer him sex in return for him to help protect a love one or their homes from some warlord and he wasn't quite sure how many of those offerings his Lord had actually answered but he knew the ones that he didn't because he certainly had taken some of the eager maidens who would come in here dressed with next to nothing in the hopes of capturing the War God's attention. He looked at the fair maiden in front of him, she wasn't dressed scantily but the outfit that she had chosen to put on was enhancing her every curve and he licked his lips at the sight of her. He knew his Lord was out of Greece at the moment and thought that she might have actually succeeded in getting his attention in that outfit. But in his absence he would happily pleasure her several times over until he had gotten his fill with the little slut and then send her on her way and if she were skilled enough he might even pass along the reason for her visit to the War God of some unimportant village that she more than likely wanted him to spare whenever he decided to show up. ….It all depended on how good of a fuck she was and how long he could ram his cock into her before he had her screaming and panting from his thrusts. As he let his eyes enjoy roam over her curvaceous form, he couldn't help thinking that she looked like one that could go for hours and he couldn't wait to bend her over that table and plunge his cock into her repeatedly and fuck her Gods damn brains out. It had been a while since the last naive maiden had come into the temple and with this one he was going to put her through her paces and fuck her like she had never been fucked before and only then would he allow her to leave.
Xena could see the hunger building in his eyes as he looked at her and how he assumed that she was going to sleep with him. It amazed her that he actually thought that she was some dim-witted desperate slut that went around and allowed just anyone to have sex with her. She could see how his excitement was growing as his thoughts of what she was sure he would like to do with her were filling his head.
"I'm sure you would." she smiled at him grimly, "But that won't be necessary, Ares is expecting me so there will be no need for your help." she said as she gestured to his more than obvious erection forming below his robe.
He was completely taken aback at how she so daringly said his Lord's name, no one ever spoke his name. He was also now angry with her and how she thought that she was too good to have him impale her with his cock. Who did the little whore think she was talking to? She was the one coming there looking to get fucked and that was precisely what he was planning to do.
"As I said before, My Lord is not here. So if you wish to have your village spared from some vicious warlord that is set to attack, then I suggest you get comfortable on that table like a good whore that you are and spread your legs nice and wide and I will take you as many times as I feel like it. I will only stop once I've decided that you have made a worthy offering to the God of War." he announced, and a satisfied smirk came across his face as he watched her, "And only then, considering how many times you are able to please me, I might think about bringing up your offering to him."….