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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
FINAL CHAPTER
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"He loves you, Xena."
"He may love me, but he needs you. That's more
important to his own happiness than being at the side
of his first lover."
"Will you tell him?"
"When I can find the heart to. If I ever can
find the heart to."
"You can. You must. Your feelings are strong,
but they have a price."
"It's too great!"
"Yes, Xena. But even though it hurts, there's
comfort in such pain."
"I don't understand."
"Poor woman. I guess you don't. And there's
nothing that can be done to change how things are or to
lessen what you feel. Alas for you, Warrior Princess.
And alas for the man dear to us both."
Milan was writing at his desk. It was his four-
th draft, finally one he was willing to sign, and he
did so carefully. He spread a pinch of sand to dry the
ink and rubbed his eyes. Tomorrow he would promote his
lieutenant and they would both be there when he pre-
sented his resignation to the castello. He had turned
the problem over many times in his mind, but he always
came to the same thing. Something was bothering Xena,
something that she wouldn't talk about. And if there
was a solution to her troubles, she wasn't finding it
in the city. He was determined that she wouldn't have
to search for it alone. This time, he would not let his
career defeat his feelings for a woman. There was a
soft knock at his door.
"If that's you, squire, you're dismissed for the
night."
He gawked as Xena entered the room. She was
clad in a silken gown. A pale blue, see-through garment
that. . .
It was the first time he had seen Xena like
this. When she was in her armor, weapons in hand, she
had always projected power, but this was a different
kind of power. Different, but by no means weaker.
Esmerelda was right, Xena thought. There was
something precious in the pain itself. A lump formed in
her throat and she looked shyly at the floor as she
tried to remember the speech she had rehearsed all
afternoon in her suite. The words evaded her as Milan
rose and opened his arms for her. You never showed me
this side, Hercules. When we parted, I knew it was for
the best. But now I want to stay! I want to ride with
him through the meadows in the spring. I want to share
my dreams with him, as he has with me. I want to not
have to wonder where I can spend the night safely or
when I'll be eating again. I want to be able to greet
people without worrying if my weapons are within easy
reach. I want to hold his power when we are in bed, to
feel his heartbeat against my breast and hear how
sweetly my name sounds in his whispers while we make
love. But it cannot be so. I have a dark road to fol-
low, and he cannot be part of it. This part of me can-
not live right now, not with the wraiths of unforgiven
sins grasping for me in my sleep.
"Why are you crying, mistress?"
She looked at him, the desperation almost wreck-
ing her. "Don't call me that, Milan. We are more than
warriors."
"Aye, dear one," he said as ran his hands
through her dark hair, brushed his lips against the
delicate skin of her neck, the soft spot behind her
ears.
On the brink of tears, she was robbed of any
chance to tell him. The comfort of his arms was some-
thing that tore away her resolve. She had faced sword
and arrow and fist, most of the time without so much as
a flinch, but she fell to his gentle touch, cowered at
the aspect of losing him to the cold, empty future she
faced.
She stepped away from him as she slipped the
straps of the filmy gown off her shoulders. The sadness
gave way to something else, something that was much
more urgent and replaced the ache in her heart with
fire. The gossamer fabric floated down to her feet, and
she stepped out of it as she took Milan's hands, tug-
ging him onto the bed with her.
Xena's body was feverish, insistent as she
arched against him. Her strong thighs squeezed him as
they kissed. Her fingers locked in the lengths of his
hair as he kissed her chin, her throat, the hollows of
her clavicles. He could feel the throb of her pulse
beneath her skin as his lips caressed the curve of her
neck. His hips rocked powerfully with a slow rhythm.
She rubbed her calves along the back of his legs, sque-
ezed his ass and felt the muscles there flex as he
continued his wonderful strokes, but he wouldn't come
yet. Her hands clenched the sheets of the bed into
sweaty bunches. Milan took her hands in his, raveling
his fingers with hers, pulled them over her head as he
sped up. Xena screamed out as their flesh pounded to-
gether. She felt his wonderfully hot seed spurting into
her wonb, and screamed in ecstasy again.
In a few minutes, they were interrupted by bang-
ing at the door. Milan poked his head out the door and
whispered a lame, embarrassed excuse to the alarmed
servants while Xena giggled. She'd rarely done that,
especially not around a man, but she could not deny the
feeling as they grinned at each other sheepishly and
laughed together once the servants' footsteps receded.
He climbed back into bed with her, rolling and
tangling in the sheets while they rained soft kisses
over each other. This time their embraces were relaxed,
more tender, as the flames of lust softened into the
warmth of affection.
Afterwards, she got up and looked out the bal-
cony at the city that was still asleep. The evening air
was crisp and her joy was tempered as she realized she
still didn't know what to say to him. She realized that
she was hurting them both, but she didn't know what to
do. Milan was sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching
out to her.
"Come back to bed, Xena, there's still some
night left."
"Hold me, Milan," she said, grateful for the
darkness that hid the suffering in her eyes. She knew
that this would have to last her a long time.
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The morning sun streamed through the window and
warmed Milan's face. He shifted in the pleasant feeling
of drowsiness, reached out to put his arm around Xena.
He felt only the rumpled sheets were she had been, al-
ready cool. The room was silent and empty when he sat
up and looked around. He pulled on a robe and started
to go to her quarters, but he stopped before he even
reached the door. He already knew what he would find.
And even though he was bitterly disappointed, he wasn't
too surprised. He looked from his window at the world
that was waking. It was a clear day that was indif-
ferent to his sorrow as the woman of his heart rode out
of his life.
The lands where she was riding were sunlit, the
sky was the same soft blue as her eyes. He watched it
all through his tears.
THE END...
A Bonus
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Xena's Dream
I would like to have your lovely stiff cock in
my mouth. I'd love to feel your beautiful cock
all the way down my throat, and your big tight
balls against my chin.
I'd love to suck you and lick you, and then
run my tongue right down between your legs and
lick and suck at your beautiful ass.
Then I'd massage your cock with my hand until
that lovely clear juice came oozing out of the
little hole in the end, and I'd lick that up
with the tip of my tongue.
Then I'd suck you and lick you so fast and so
hard that you wouldn't be able to stop your-
self from coming, even if you wanted to, and
when your beautiful white spunk came shooting
out, I'd open my mouth and I'd swallow it down
while I licked your cock to get as much as I
could.
Then I'd kiss you all over until you went to
sleep.