The Warrior and Willow

Chapter Seven

Beswitched -- The Amazon Camp

Willow slowly woke up. She knew something wasn't right, but she was too groggy to understand. She felt someone help her to a sitting position.

"How are you feeling?" someone said to her. Willow tried to speak but her mouth felt like it was filled with glue.

"Here drink this," the voice said, and Willow felt a metal cup pressed to her lips. It tasted too odd to be water, but her thirst was so great she used one hand to help pour it down her throat.

"More?"

Willow grunted in the positive and a few seconds later she was drinking down a second cup. By now she was more awake and realized she wasn't in her bed.

"Where am I? And what the heck's going on?" Now that she was awake, Willow was more than a little concerned.

"First, my name is Xena. And we are in some trouble. A powerful and evil magic wants to kill me and my best friend. So a shaman used his power to bring you here to help us. But you don't have to worry, just as soon as it is defeated, you'll be returned to your home."

Willow was feeling conflicted emotions. She was rather pleased that these people wanted her, of all the witches they could have chosen. But at the same time, she was angry that they basically kidnapped her.

"You couldn't have just asked for my help rather than bring me here without my knowing what's going on?" she croaked, her throat a bit sore.

"No. There was no way to contact you. We know how powerful you are, but if you really don't want to help us, I'll tell Morgar to reverse the spell."

Again, Willow's ego was stroked by that statement.

"Well, I guess maybe I could help, since I'm already here. But why do I feel so odd?"

"Because you aren't in your own body. Morgar couldn't being you here physically, so he had to switch your spirit with that of my friend. You're in her body."

Willow shakily got off the bed with Xena's help and looked down at herself. But in the dim light she couldn't see much detail.

"Can you turn on a light, or something?"

"I can light a torch."

"Great. I must really be in the boonies. Okay, do you have a coin?"

Xena reached into a pouch and brought out a dinar and handed it to Willow, who flipped it into the air, expecting it to hover and to start glowing. Instead, it fell to the dirt floor. Willow got a scary feeling. Retrieving the coin she tried again, and a third time.

"Well, that's just great!"

"What?" Xena asked.

"I don't have my powers. No magic!"

"Are you sure?"

Willow, on the verge of tears and now very frightened, said, "I'm sure. I don't know what your shaman did, but I'm not a witch, at least in this body."

"That could be a problem."

"You THINK?" Willow's fear was now becoming anger. "What the hell did you people do to me?"

"I don't know. We'll have to ask Morgar. I'm sorry." Xena reached out her hand in comfort and support, gently holding Willow's shoulder. Willow anger turned into distress and sorrow. And without realizing it went to Xena for consolation and reassurance. Her arms went around the taller woman's waist as Xena put her arms around Willow. She began to sob softly. Xena caressed her hair and upper back, not knowing what to say.

As they stood there with Xena moving her hands over Willow's back, Willow also began to rub Xena's lower back, feeling a stirring between her legs. With every pass, Willow's hands dipped lower and lower until she was massaging only Xena's butt, pulling her tighter up against her. Somehow she managed to remove the strip of cloth Xena was wearing as an undergarment.

At the same time, Xena had released the clasps that had kept Willow's skirt and undergarment up, and let them fall. She then moved her hand to the wet and waiting slit, and her fingers finding her magic button. Willow moaned at the touch. Then looking up at Xena, and with Xena looking down, their mouths found each other, their tongues intertwining as they each sucked on the other's in turn.

Xena laid down on the bed and pulled Willow on top of her. Their legs wrapped around each other's as they continued to kiss and suck mouths and tongues. Xena began to pull Willow higher as she started moving downward. And as if she knew what Xena wanted, Willow sat up and then moving into position, she straddled Xena's face, letting herself settle down on Xena waiting mouth. A loud moan escaped from her as Willow found herself overcome with ecstasy. Only Xena's supporting hands kept her from falling over.

After Willow's passionate orgasm, Xena laid her down next to her. Both women were bathed in sweat and as they lay together, trying to regain their breaths, Xena softly kissed Willow's face and lips, and licked the sweat from her. They both fell asleep, exhausted by the unusually intense love making.