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Authors name: Zeus
Story Title : THE ENCHANTMENT (1/1)
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Hades was bored. Really bored. It happened some-
times. Immortality and infinite power got to you after
a while. There were times when Hades actually envied
the short life-spans of mortals. Death gave a wonderful
sense of purpose to life. Hades should know. As the
lord of the underworld, he reviewed whole lifetimes,
thousands in a day. But, lately, the death rate seemed
to have hit a low. Normally, Hades might be happy,
since that would give him more time with Persephone.
But she was on the surface with her mother, as per
their agreement. So, he was lonely and bored.
"You look like you could use company." Hades turn-
ed towards the figure entering his throne room. He was
tall, handsome, with a dark beard. His muscle-bound
body was clad in a suit of leather armor. Although
handsome, his face had a touch of cruelty in it. All in
all, he had the perfect look for the god of war.
"What do you want, Ares?" Hades sighed as he began
going through a list of the new arrivals.
"What, I can't visit my favorite bother?" Ares
asked with a smile.
"The last time you visited, you yanked Callisto
out from under my nose and put Xena in her place. I
told you then you were no longer welcome here."
"Oh, is that any way to talk to the man who brings
you so many subjects?" Ares absently cleaned his
fingernails with a dagger. "Without me, your little
home would be a lot more empty."
"I think I could live with that," Hades said, ap-
parently not seeing the humor in his choice of words.
"Actually, that is what I want to talk to you
about." Ares sat down on a chair across from Hades and
put his feet up on the table. Ignoring Hades' look, he
went on. "Things have been dull on the war front late-
ly. Seems Xena has been taking out a few armies. It was
bad enough when we just had Hercules doing good, now
she's putting her two cents in. We need to find a way
to stop her."
Hades stared at him. "We?"
Ares smiled. "I thought you'd like to help me."
"Your estimation of my mental stability aside, how
do you plan to do it? Killing her hasn't worked. Trying
to bring her back to you hasn't worked. Not a lot of
options left, are there?"
"Hades, Hades, Hades. Eliminating Xena isn't en-
tirely necessary. I want to stop her. Give her some-
thing else to think about. Distract her. A long-range
distraction. That will impede her progress well enough
for me."
Hades rolled his eyes. "And exactly what are you
planning?"
"The one weakness that can be the downfall of a
true warrior. The love of another person."
"So go bother Aphrodite. This is her department."
"She makes love, not war. Besides, for what I have
in mind, her rules will get in the way. No, I need
something from Hephaestus. Only he needs something from
you. A metalworker from a hundred years ago. Needs the
expertise with those new thunderbolts Zeus wants. It's
only temporary."
"And if I agree? What's in it for me?"
"If my plan works, there'll be more war. War means
death and death means new boarders for you. Plus, I'll
call in a favor from Demeter and get Persephone down
here a little early."
Hades stared at him. He bit his lip in thought.
"If Zeus hears of this, this conversation never hap-
pened," he said. "Give me the name and Hephaestus' man
is yours. I want him back in a week."
"Two and I'll have Persephone down here in a
month."
"Deal."
Like most of the other gods, Ares didn't under-
stand Hephaestus. Instead of a temple or a throne room,
he made his home in a dank pit where he worked con-
stantly. Of course, Hephaestus was never one for indul-
ging vanity. Hard to be that way with his looks. An
argument with Hera had led to his face being half-
scarred and he walked with a limp. It made him the most
humble of the gods and the only one close to being
human. But what Ares really couldn't understand about
his brother was why in Zeus' name Aphrodite had fallen
for Hephaestus and not himself. The thought that his
dirty, lame, backwards brother could own the most gor-
geous being on Olympus rankled Ares to no end. He swal-
lowed his pride as he approached Hephaestus. No matter
how hurt he was, he needed his brother's skill now more
than ever.
"Is it done?" he asked without preamble.
Hephaestus lifted the object in his hands. Without
a word, he handed it to Ares. The god of war took the
object and stared at it for a long moment. Then he did
something that scared Hephaestus to his immortal soul:
He smiled.
(*)
It was night as Xena and Gabrielle made their way
to the small village. It had been a typical day. For
these two, that meant that they had fought off a pack
of raiders who had been terrorizing villagers. The two
were looking forward to a nice relaxing night off. No
warlords. No barbarians. No gods, monsters or other
critical matters to deal with. Just a nice night off.
Their night off got off to a rocky start the
minute they entered the inn. Xena walked over to the
innkeeper who was standing behind a bar serving drinks
to the several dozen burly men gathered inside. "We
need a room," she said in her naturally hard tone.
The innkeeper sized up the pair. A tall, beautiful
dark-haired woman wearing leather armor and a multitude
of weapons. Next to her, a smaller, younger girl with
strawberry-blond hair, in Amazon dress and a staff. "I
don't give rooms to Amazons."
"We're not Amazons," Xena said.
"Well, technically, we're not," Gabrielle added.
"We're more like honorary members. I'm the queen. Well,
Xena was the queen, but then she temporarily died and I
got the job, we're really not-" Gabrielle broke off.
Xena was giving her the patented "shut up or I'll kill
you" look.
"Hey, you hear that, guys? These two are Amazons!"
One of the warriors, one who had obviously had too much
to drink, was calling out to his comrades. Xena looked
at them for a long moment. "Gabrielle, tie Argo up in
that stable. Wait outside for five minutes then come
back in."
"You're sure?" Gabrielle looked at the crowded bar
then at Xena. "You're sure." She quickly dug into a
pocket and produced a roll of coins that she handed to
the bartender. "For the damages."
The Inn Keeper looked at her in confusion.
"Trust me." With that, she turned and quickly made
her way outside. She didn't want to be anywhere near
that place when Xena went to town.
After securing Xena's horse in the stable, Gab-
rielle walked to the small pond behind the inn. She
stared at the moonlight reflecting off the surface of
the water, trying to block out the sounds of crashing,
punching, grunting and yelling that were coming from
the inn. Her attention was caught by a shiny object
lying on the ground. Picking it up, she saw it was a
necklace with a green amulet attached to it. Gabrielle
wondered who throw away such an item. It was beautiful.
On impulse, she wrapped the chain around her neck and
secured it.
The amulet rested above Gabrielle's bosom. It sud-
denly began to glow, a shimmering green in the dark-
ness. Gabrielle suddenly felt a lethargy overtake her,
exhaustion pouring through her body. She felt herself
grow tired, more tired than she had ever felt before.
It hurt to stay awake, to keep her eyes open. It hurt
to think, to fight, to do anything except sleep. Clos-
ing her eyes, the young woman let herself go.
*Can you hear me Gabrielle?* The voice filled Gab-
rielle's head, becoming the only thing that mattered to
her.
"..Yes.." she whispered.
*You are asleep, but you can hear everything I say,
can't you?*
"..Yes.."
*Good. Listen to me, Gabrielle. I relax you, I
make you feel more comfortable. You can trust me. You
can listen to me. It's good to listen to me. It feels
very, very good. Doesn't it?*
"..Yes.."
*Now, Gabrielle, I want you to think about Xena. I
want you to think about your friend very carefully. I
want you to think about your comradery, about your
friendship, your bond. You have deep feelings for Xena,
Gabrielle. Very deep.*
"..Deep.."
*Yes, Gabrielle. Very deep feelings. In fact, you
love Xena. You love her body, her hair. You'd like
nothing better than to inhale her smell, than to kiss
her lips, to taste her. You want her. You desire her.
You love her. With all your heart, you love her. Don't
you?*
"..Yes.."
*Yes, Gabrielle. You want her. You want to love
Xena and have her love you. Remember those feeling Gab-
rielle. In a moment, you will awaken. You will not re-
member seeing this amulet or hearing this voice. But
you will remember your feelings towards Xena. Don't be
afraid to express them. You love her and she loves you.
Remember that and nothing else."
Gabrielle blinked at the moonlight. For a moment,
she seemed to have blanked out. Probably too much
stress. She really needed a break. Her and Xena.
Xena. Gabrielle shook her head. Gods, how was she
going to tell Xena she loved her? She didn't want to
appear too direct. She also didn't want to jeopardize
their friendship. For once, the bard part of Gabrielle
could think of nothing to say. Except "I love you." As
attention-grabbing as that was, it probably wasn't the
best way to approach the situation.
Turning back, Gabrielle walked back into the inn.
Xena was bartering a room from the innkeeper who seemed
all to happy to comply. Gabrielle was careful to step
around the dozen or so unconscious bodies lying on the
ground, as well as several discarded weapons, dishes,
tables and glasses. One thing about Xena, you could al-
ways generally tell where she'd been.
(*)
Xena paced the room restlessly. It was small, ac-
commodating a single bed and a few sparse pieces of
furniture. Xena didn't mind. She really didn't care all
that much for comforts. A lifetime of fighting and kil-
ling erased such mundane concerns. Xena glanced back to
the door leading to the small bath room next door. Gab-
rielle had gone in there, apparently lost in thought.
Xena would have to ask her what was going on. Having
Gabrielle distracted could hurt their chances in a
fight.
Xena's eyes suddenly fell on a table and a small
necklace lying on it. A dark green emerald attached to
a chain. Probably left behind by the room's previous
tenant. Xena picked it up, examining it. Although not
one for baubles, she did admire this necklace. She
wondered that it's owner had left it behind. After
pausing for a moment, Xena placed the necklace around
her neck.
The moment the emerald settled atop Xena's bosom,
it began to glow. The mesmerizing magic went to work.
It invaded Xena's mind. She tried to fight, but the
magic of the gods was too strong. Xena felt her mind
drift away, her will being erased. She closed her eyes
and slipped into a trance as the amulet began to speak
to her.
*Xena, can you hear me?*
"..Y-Yes.."
*Good. You've had a hard life, Xena. One full of
misery and death. You've done things you're not proud
of. Things you abhor. There is a lot of pain in your
past, isn't there?*
"..Yes.."
*But there is one thing that can save you from
your pain, Xena. Gabrielle. Your young friend. Your
young, beautiful friend. You enjoy her company. You
enjoy her friendship. You enjoy being with her, don't
you?*
"..Yes.."
*Yes. And you would enjoy even more if Gabrielle
would let you touch her. That's what you really want,
isn't it? To touch Gabrielle, to kiss her, to love her.
To claim her as your own. You love her, don't you Xena?
You love Gabrielle."
"..Yes.."
*In a moment, Xena, you will awaken. You will not
remember seeing this amulet or hearing my voice. You
will remember your feelings towards Gabrielle. And you
will want to express those feelings as soon as pos-
sible. You love her. Remember that and that alone.*
With that, the necklace vanished into thin air. Xena's
eyes blinked open as she came back to her senses. Her
attention was drawn to the opening of the door.
Gabrielle stood there, clad in a simple towel, her
hair wet and dripping along her back. She locked eyes
with Xena as the two stared at each other for a long
moment. Xena stepped forward, hesitant at first, then
with more determination. She came up to Gabrielle, bent
down to the younger woman and kissed her on the lips.
Gabrielle was too stunned for a moment to respond.
Then, she closed her eyes and returned the kiss. She
and Xena embraced each other, Gabrielle's towel drop-
ping to the floor. She could feel her wet flesh pressed
against Xena's armor. It gave her a thrill.
They broke off the kiss and hurriedly began remov-
ing Xena's armor. They snapped off buttons, undid
straps and yanked off restraints. Several clumping
sounds accompanied the armor falling to the floor.
Finally, all that was left was for Xena to pull off the
black fabric underneath all the armor. Naked, the two
embraced each other again and kissed. They sank onto
the bed, Xena on top.
Xena moved down her young charge's body, coming to
the breasts. Although small, they were still enough to
play with. Xena calmly pinched a nipple, feeling Gab-
rielle shudder in response. She cupped one breast in
her hand and massaged it. She caressed it with a care
that Gabrielle couldn't have imagined, one that drove
her to the brink of ecstasy.
Moving down the small body, Xena came to the tuft
of dark-blond hair. Already wet from the bath, Gabri-
elle's pubic hair glistened, an inviting target. If
there was one thing Xena was good at, it was taking on
a target. She placed her hands on Gabrielle's thighs
and rubbed them as she placed her mouth to her clit.
She began licking, moving her tongue around the lips,
tasting the young juices coming out. Starting out
slowly, her tongue began to move faster, taking lick
after lick, darting in and out. As Gabrielle groaned,
Xena drove her tongue in deeper. Finally, Gabrielle
came, her juices spilling onto Xena's waiting tongue.
Taking a moment to savor the taste of her new
lover, Xena moved back onto Gabrielle. Still on the
bottom, the younger woman moved herself down to Xena's
adequate bosom. She buried her face in between the
breasts, laying a series of kisses on the curves. She
let her tongue drag along the mounds, inhaling their
scent. A soft moan from Xena let her know she was doing
things right. She placed a nipple in her mouth and
sucked on it gently. Xena's eyes were closed, arousal
sweeping through her body. Gabrielle was a fast learner
and soon her breast-sucking was sending waves of plea-
sure through Xena's body.
Gabrielle let herself move down Xena's body, her
hands caressing her belly, the lovely hips. She came to
Xena's jet-black clit and let her hands drag along her
shapely legs. Xena sat up, her clit right over Gabri-
elle's face. With a sigh of pleasure, Gabrielle began
to do her own tongue fest. While her tongue darted in
and out of Xena's womanhood, her hands moved all over
Xena's body. Up the hips, along the breasts, squeezing
the mounds, along her legs. The fingers arched at every
curve, every muscle, much to Xena's delight. She began
to slowly rock atop Gabrielle, willing her juices
along. Gabrielle's delicate fingers continued their
journey as her tongue continued to lick Xena's pussy.
At last, Gabrielle was rewarded with the sweet taste of
Xena's juice. Exhausted, the two collapsed onto one
another, taking massive breaths, trying to slow the
beating of their hearts.
(*)
Ares stared at the two figures lying on the bed,
an evil smile on his face. Finally, he had found a way
to stop Xena. The love between her and Gabrielle would
be a distraction, bringing Xena's attention away from
fighting. She would be more concerned about Gabrielle
than herself, a situation that would provide Ares with
many opportunities to exploit this new weakness. Before
long, war would reign and Ares would be more powerful
than ever.
"I wouldn't be setting up my new throne yet." Ares
spun to see a tall, gorgeous blonde standing before him
in a pink outfit.
"What are you doing here, Aphrodite?"
"Fixing your mess," the goddess of love replied.
She waved her hand towards the bed and a shimmering
glow covered it. When it faded, Xena and Gabrielle were
dressed, with a comfortable distance between them.
"They'll wake up tomorrow with no memory of what
happened," Aphrodite said as Ares stared at her. "Not
even a dream. Nothing for you to exploit."
"How dare you--" Ares began.
"Daddy Zeus gave me the authority." That shut Ares
up. "You know how he feels about matings like this. I'm
the only one allowed to screw up people's hearts, Ares.
You really overstepped your bounds. Oh, and if I were
you, I'd stay away from Olympus for a while. Zeus is
pretty ticked off and you know what he's like when he
has a temper."
Ares stared daggers at her. "Someday, Aphrodite,
you'll pay for this. Believe me. No one crosses me and
get away with it. No one." With that, he vanished into
a shimmering cloud of light.
Aphrodite shook her head as she turned back to the
bed. She hadn't told the real reason that Ares had been
stopped. He had messed prematurely with love. Xena and
Gabrielle were destined for one another, but on a dif-
ferent timetable. fiddling with things too soon was
dangerous. Aphrodite was a little anxious herself for
them to get together, but she could wait. If there was
one thing a god had, it was time.
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