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X E N A T H E W A R R I O R P R I N C E S S
PART 7 OF 9
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Xena resumed her dance around the room. Arrani
placed a hand on Esmerelda's shoulder and spread his
legs apart. She reached into his caftan and pulled his
erect cock out, pumping it soothingly as they watched
the dancer. It was a scene that was being repeated
around the room as the crowd anticipated what was com-
ing next.
Xena returned to Milan, passing her hands over
the warmest curves of her body as if they were exten-
sions of his imagination while she continued her ser-
pentine dance. She spun around and dropped into his
lap. When his arms went around her in reflex, she
latched onto them, guiding his strong hands to her
breasts and thighs as she writhed on top of him. She
slid two of his fingers into her wet pussy, then waved
them under his nose before she let him suck on them.
She turned over, her arms around him and her
tits smashed against his hard chest. Some of the slave
women watched with envy as she squirmed on his lap and
ran her hands over the symmetric muscles of his back.
Xena got up and lay on her back, her knees pressing his
ankles until his legs were spread. She held one tit up
to her tongue while she spread the lips of her pussy
open for him. She ground into the plush fur as she
fingered herself, letting the throes of her pleasure
enchant the crowd. She turned over, her ass up in the
air and pumping at Milan, giving him a good look at the
way her fingers slid in and out. She spun over again
and put her legs up at the sides of his neck and arched
into the air, her body undulating. Milan kissed the
smooth skin of her legs, which only seemed to inflame
her more. She rolled back to the floor and held his
knees as she pulled herself up, her nipples brushing
the insides of his legs and her smooth belly coming to
rest against his cock as they kissed.
She hooked her fingers into the top of his
loincloth, pulling it off and freeing his cock. As she
took his thick shaft in her hand, the audience closed
in to watch. A couple got down on the floor behind her,
staring at her exposed vagina. Others watched as she
ran the tip of her tongue over his cock, tracing the
outline of the large vein that trailed on the side. She
sucked noisily and let plenty of saliva run down his
shaft, performing for their benefit. Milan did likewise
panting and groaning whenever Xena, did something ex-
ceptional with her mouth.
Their torrid display was having the desired ef-
fect. One of the sheiks lay on the furs with a harem
girl who mimicked Xena's fellatio as they watched.
Milan got up with Xena's legs wrapped around him, her
weight feathers to the knotted cords of his arms. Xena
ground her crotch over his as they kissed and eased
down to the fur. Some of the people were bold enough to
reach out and stroke their bodies as they coupled,
squeezing buttocks, tits and hard muscles. Xena climbed
off, stroking Milan's cock to keep him warm and titil-
lated as she scanned the audience. She picked out a
petite, slim, brown-haired girl with innocent eyes.
Xena grabbed the girl by the shoulders, licking the
side of her neck and kissing her as she pulled her over
to Milan, who was stoking his cock and breathing harder
as he looked the wench up and down. The girl gasped as
she was forced down on Milan's cock. Xena picked out
the young sheik and pulled him down to the furs. He
kissed her wetly as he grabbed her hips and entered
her.
Milan looked over at Xena, who gave him a subtle
gesture to wait. She caressed and licked at the young
man until he tensed up, growling behind bared teeth as
he locked his hips forward. She put her arms around his
neck, moaning as she felt him cum inside her. The girl
riding Milan dug her nails into his shoulders as she
came, whimpering as Milan pushed her on her back and
drove hard into her slit. He locked his mouth over hers
as he filled her with his hot sperm.
When he pulled out of her, his cock made a small,
soft pop, like the cork out of a bottle. Xena moved
Milan out of the way and moved over the girl into a 69.
The harem girl opened her mouth to catch the jism as it
dripped from Xena's pussy lips, while Xena probed with
her tongue to lap up Milan's cum.
The young sheik was back, still hard as a rock
and wanting to penetrate her again. Xena smiled and lay
back with her knees drawn up and wide for him.
Milan saw her give a get-ready signal, and
noticed that the guards were eyeing Xena as she screwed
the horny pirate and the two women that were licking
the wetness from his own cock. The others had moved
away in sticky pairs and were oblivious to their sur-
roundings.
Xena's partner came again, collapsing into her
arms, and this time she seized his chin and wrenched
his head brutally, snapping his neck with a subdued
crunch. Milan sprang forward and flung two of the thick
furs at the guards. They were entangled by the heavy
skins long enough for Milan to latch onto one's neck
and lever himself up to plant a heel explosively in the
other's windpipe. Xena heaved the deadweight from her
and the crowd scattered in sudden panic. The slave
girls milled about in a daze as their masters abandoned
them.
Milan caught a hold of Esmerelda and held up the
pendant that he had hidden, an ivory likeness of
Thetis, goddess of the oceans. Esmerelda suddenly chok-
ed and heaved. Milan steadied her as a trickle of dark
fluid dripped from her mouth, the herb's toxins expel-
led from her body by Thetis's grace.
"Milan?" The princess's voice was faint and the
recognition in her eyes was faltering. Milan grasped
her hands as if she were hanging from them over a
cliff.
"Yes, my princess! We must flee, all of us.
Can you walk?"
"As long as it's away from this horrid place."
"I'll gather the rest of our women. Xena will
free the ones in the being held in the pens. We need to
find a ship to get away."
"Milan! More guards!"
He rushed to help Xena stop the squads that had
arrived. He relieved the corpses of the bodyguards of
two heavy, fearsome scimitars, found another and flip-
ped it to Xena. With a fierce war cry, he waded into
the first wave of corsairs. His cry was joined by the
shrieks of the dying as the pirates fell before the
whirling blades of the ranger. Xena met her own
opponents with unbridled fury, scattering them like
chaff before the wind. The pirates' escape was thwarted
by the fluttering roar and thunderous impacts of mis-
siles launched by vessels of the Dunwich navy. The
rogues scattered about the guild house, knowing that
they faced certain death outside as the catapults flat-
tened the fortifications as well as inside as the two
warriors slew their fellow pirates until the floor of
the audience hall was slick with blood. They decided
that they stood a better chance against the bombardment
and fled toward the frigates that had not been sunk
yet.
When the last of the remaining guards fell dead,
the two warriors led the kidnapped women out. Milan
checked a girl who had fallen, then looked over at
Xena.
"Are you hurt?" He could not tell from the
arterial explosions of their victims if any of the
blood was hers.
"Makhi will hurt worse." She said as she drop-
ped the scimitar and reclaimed her weapons from a guard
who had taken them for his own.
"The Lord of Corsairs will answer for many
crimes after I drag him back in chains. Justice will be
swift to claim that monster."
"It had better be. If I find him first, you can
stop looking."
"Good hunting, mistress," he said, crossing his
weapon with hers in parting. He gathered his charges to
leave for the docks as Xena ran through the gloomy pas-
sageways to the slave pens.
"Quickly, loyal ones! We must flee to the
docks!" Esmerelda hurried the last of the slave girls
to follow Milan and pried a broadsword from a dead
pirate's grasp. She blocked the doorway as three buc-
caneers moved to intercept them.
The thugs laughed at the naked girl with the
sword, but Esmerelda was no novice to combat. She re-
membered when Justin ordered her to fight nude one
session. At first she was amused, thinking that he had
finally worked up enough nerve to attempt seduction,
but ceased laughing when she noticed the stern expres-
sion on her tutor's face.
"There are some moves that you cannot make while
fettered by armor," he had told her as he executed a
spin and leap that seemed to belong in a ballet, except
for the wicked jabs and cuts of the blade that would
kill a man horribly. He taught her how to use her
smaller size, speed, and acrobatic talent against
larger, slower, armored foes. She was now grateful for
the lesson.
The first pirate sheathed his sword and pulled
a coiled whip from his belt. He was intent on taking a
prize along on his escape. A whip was no match for a
broadsword, but the scorned princess offered no quar-
ter. The pirate saw the flash of steel and heard a
sound that he was accustomed to hearing around the
cook's butcher block, but by the time he realized his
arm was missing the princess had already run through
one of his comrades. The third was quicker to react,
but not quick enough. He sliced through empty air as
the princess hacked through the flesh between his neck
and shoulder.
Esmerelda had just delivered the coup de grace
to her first opponent when she heard mocking laughter
behind her. She turned and saw Arrani waiting, licking
the blade of his jeweled dagger as he sneered.
"So, my pet, you prove that the most beautiful
things are always the most deadly." His leer changed to
malicious snarl. "Time for play is over. Now I will
carve more openings in your flesh for a different sense
of pleasure."
"That kind of talk may cow a slave girl," she
said, her eyes flashing as she raised her weapon, "but
now you face a daughter of the Royal House. My retri-
bution is at hand."
She lunged and dove between his blubbery legs,
as if ducking into a small tunnel, except for the hand
wielding the sword. With one smooth stroke, she emas-
culated Tahir Arrani, almost splitting him to his
navel. The assassin, in shock from the speed of the
attack and the pain of the awful wound, doubled over
and tried to face her. She turned and delivered the
final blow, just as in her lessons. It was silent in
the chamber except for the whistle of the blade, fol-
lowed by the sound of the head of the assassin landing
at the princess's feet.
"For you, beloved," she choked. Dropping the
gruesome weapon, she walked out of the guild house,
into the light.
CONTINUED IN PART 8...