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“You… did WHAT?!”
Xena would never need a microphone in her life, Aphrodite realized. Not when a simple shout like this traveled down her bones and shook them vigorously, echoing in the mountains. The lingering effect of it was fear and it was NOT a thing gods should ever feel. But Aphrodite was certain she felt it, and not even the good kind of fear.
“Xena, relax,” Gabrielle tried, even though her own conviction was doubtful and she couldn’t quite keep a lid on her own confusion seeping through her voice. “We’ll figure this out.”
And of course Aphrodite, quite mighty and possibly a bit too feisty, pouted and looked quite sorry, unsure of how to even react to this very rightful backlash. “I’m sorry, okay?! I was just trying to help.”
Xena took a big deep breath in, Gabrielle interjected before anyone hurt Aphordite’s feelings. “I understand and I appreciate that, but you… you could’ve been more careful, no?”
Aphrodite sighed, exasperated. “Listen, I am sorry! You said you were wondering what it felt like.”
Gabrielle’s eyes opened wide, looking at Xena who stared at her confused and amused. Embarrassed, she kept pushing and hiding the gift – er, gifts – Aphrodite had bestowed upon her so recklessly. Oh poor thing was blushing madly, but she defended herself firmly. “I was only wondering, it was not enough reason for you to give me anything let alone… t-two penises!”
Xena still couldn’t believe it, rubbing her face and patting it to make sure she was wide awake and alive. Unfortunately, she still doubted some part of this, considering Illusia was as peculiar as this situation. Out of all the things in this crazy world that she has witnessed, this was by far the craziest.
How did we even get here?
A simple afternoon turned peculiar when Aphrodite materialized with sparkles and dust, as she always did. The goddess of love stood in awe at the pigsty humans decide to live in so acquiescently, surrounded by flimsy wood and at the mercy of the tempestuous nature of the weather. She looked around, greeted by no one except a nice little living room and a chicken clucking in the distance. To her, an ethereal being, to live like this would be entertaining for a week at most, but she’s heard that her little friend Gabrielle had been settled here for a bit. Amusing, that’s what it was.
Far more amusing was to see Gabrielle walk through the front door with slabs of wood in hand and suddenly toss them all up in the sky when made aware of the big blonde mane and the baby pink (nearly) transparent robe quintessential of…
“Aphrodite!” Gabrielle said both in surprise and slight annoyance. “What are you doing here?!”
Aphrodite smiled. “Well, Dite figured you needed a little visit – oh those slabs of wood don’t complement the floor, darling.”
Gabrielle gave Aphrodite a look and sighed. It was good to see the goddess, but could she have given a warning? She shook her head and ducked down to grab the wood. “They sure don’t, thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Aphrodite giggled, sitting up on the dining table and crossing her legs. “You could say you missed me.”
Gabrielle sighed and smiled a little. “Yes, I did miss you,” she began, finishing her work and putting the wood somewhere else, approaching Aphrodite with open arms. “Sorry, let me greet you properly.”
And Aphrodite jumped off the table and engulfed an old friend in a warm hug, just the way she liked it. “That’s better, little one. Where’s Xena?”
Gabrielle pulled away, rolling her eyes playfully. “Out shopping for a few tools. What brings you here?”
Aphrodite, as sensual and eccentric as always, turned around and made grand gestures with her hand. “Well, I heard a little bird and a big bird finally settled down in their nest and stopped causing so much chaos,” she turned around again, facing Gabrielle with a cheeky grin. “And I missed my friend.”
Gabrielle chuckled a little, scratching her head. “I’ll ignore the fact that you called me short. But yes, I suppose we did decide to settle down for a little bit,” she shrugged. “Nothing permanent, of course, but it’s nice to have a place to stay.”
“I’m sure gonna miss the times you’ve crashed on my domain, but I’m happy for you,” Aphrodite giggled, getting close to Gabrielle. “However, I heard a little someone talking aloud a few days ago and I got interested?”
Gabrielle was confused, naturally, head slightly tilted. “What?”
“Oh, don’t play coy,” Aphrodite giggled. “You know that you speak to yourself while you can’t write?”
“Yes, I do,” Gabrielle nodded. Pause. Then she realized what Aphrodite was hinting at. “You were eavesdropping?”
“Hardly eavesdropping if you say it so loudly.”
Gabrielle had to rub her eyes and sigh again, it should hardly be a surprise at this point. “Yes, but I was all alone, it’s not something you should do.”
“But I did anyway,” Aphrodite shrugged and gently patted Gabrielle’s cheek. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“What did you even hear?” Gabrielle didn’t even swat the woman’s hand away, instead she just slumped a little and looked straight into Aphrodite’s eyes with a set of blue puppy-like eyes. Yes, she was a little embarrassed, she wasn’t going to deny it.
“Well, I heard a little bird wonder a few unsavory things,” Aphrodite said very lowly and with that specific tone of hers. You know the one, the oddly seductive but ultimately mischievous one that is both tantalizing and sometimes aggravating. Nonetheless, it was entertaining. “A little birdy wondering–.”
“Aphrodite,” Gabrielle tried to stop her, pointing an accusatory finger. “You’re dead if you tell Xena.”
“What?” Aphrodite laughed and turned away, pacing a little around this… well, house, which she was becoming a little fond of. “It’s natural to be curious about that sort of thing, little one.”
“Yes,” Gabrielle started, walking up to her and clamping Aphrodite’s mouth shut. “But you can’t tell Xena.”
Gently moving away Gabrielle’s hand, Aphrodite grimaced. “You do know your hands smell like wet horse right?”
Gabrielle paused to smell her hand. It was very much true, evidenced by the quick grimace she showed.
“Xena doesn’t know you’re curious?”
Gabrielle looked at Aphrodite with a dagger glare before sighing in defeat and nodding. “No, she doesn’t.”
“You know,” Aphrodite crossed her arms under her bust, pushing her breast together deliberately as she tended to do. “I’ve felt curious about how it would feel to have one as well. It was–.”
“Spare me the details,” Gabrielle pulled a chair out of the table, offering it to Aphrodite. “I figure anyone would be curious but…”
Aphrodite cocked her eyebrow up as she walked over to sit. “But?”
Gabrielle pulled a chair for herself and sat down. Well, rather, she plopped down unceremoniously. “I’m a little afraid of what Xena will think about it.”
“Right, but you forget Xena has seen her fair share of peculiar things,” Aphrodite said simply, crossing her legs.
“I’ll say,” Gabrielle laughed. “That is true.”
Aphrodite, gentle and tender, patted Gabrielle’s knee. “You know, I can hook you up.”
Gabrielle looked at her bewildered. “What?”
“You know, I can give you that little gift. Temporarily of course,” Aphrodite clarified, before giving Gabrielle the eyes. “Unless you want it permanently.”
“Aphrodite,” Gabrielle gave the blonde goddess a look and, yet again, the threatening finger. “Nothing permanent.”
And of course, Gabrielle committed two mistakes in front of Aphrodite. For one, she admitted she was curious, and secondly she had the Freudian slip to not deny the offer but to correct the goddess. Nothing permanent, but she didn’t deny wanting it. With those implicit words, Gabrielle had unknowingly signed a contract.
“Oh? You got it then!”
Gabrielle’s eyes widened and she realized it a bit too late. “No! Wait!”
With a twin snap of Aphrodite’s fingers, hell broke loose.
Gabrielle felt strange and that was an understatement in itself; Aphrodite also felt a little differently, in between the fascinatingly amusing development and the looming fear of Xena’s reaction, there was an ounce of curiosity. The curiosity was merely the human effect of this spell on a human of healthy physique like Gabrielle’s. Yes, the problem laid when Aphrodite not only recklessly used a spell on a human, while only having used it on herself (Let’s not go there), and the other problem was not having a killswitch ready for it. Still, she was intrigued to see if it would work exactly as it did on her. However, as curious as Aphrodite felt, Gabrielle kept covering her ‘gifts’ with bunched up blankets, pressing them against her noticeable bulge. It had been a mess the moment those two penises started to grow. I’ll skip the grotesque details of how it began to grow for your sake, but in their final worm? They weren’t too bad looking. Oh and that skirt was certainly too short and tight for this.
From the brief moment that Gabrielle allowed Aphrodite to look, she could see a few things. Especially the two dicks that grew. Rather than both penises being one next to the other, they were one on top of the other which was something Aphrodite had yet to see. Both penises only had one lovely sack full of love to come (hey, don’t look at me like that), and...
“Well, sweet pea, at least they’re a nice size and pretty thick.”
“APHRODITE!” Gabrielle unintentionally yelled, turning her volume down once she saw Aphrodite flinch. She did her best to hide them and it wasn’t so hard, but she felt that this gift was so sensitive that it would start to grow harder at any second. “You have to fix this,” she said lowly, trying to be calm. “I was curious but not THIS curious.”
Before the mighty Aphrodite could protest or explain anything, the familiar (and frankly lovely) voice of one warrior princess echoed in the living room, creeping in from the slightly open front door. The two couldn’t even find a way to do anything, they froze, knowing that they could not put anything over Xena and they would be foolish to try so.
By the time Xena inevitably walked in, she was greeted by two faces that looked like they’ve seen a ghost. It only took one pointed question and explanations were given, haphazardly and with the two blondes speaking over each other here and there. But once they finally got to the gist of it, for a passing second Xena figured they were just playing a prank on her, until Gabrielle pulled those covers back and showed her… gifts.
It was real.
“You… did WHAT?!”
And that’s how we got here.
Oh, Xena was frustrated, enough to give Aphrodite a little lecture on ‘Just cause people say they want to, doesn't mean they WANT it’ which had Aphrodite a little confused. Which is quite understandable, humans can be a bit complex and contradictory, which Xena had to give to her. Discussing the intricacies of the human brain was not Gabrielle’s idea of figuring something out, especially when Aphrodite and Xena kept straying further and further away from the topic.
And especially when she felt her eyes lingering from Xena’s beautiful blue eyes to those supple, delicious breasts. So round, so tantalizing to her suddenly hungry eyes. Those mounds, its silhouette, was so subtle and Gabrielle was used to it! But today – at this moment, in that one second – it looked enticing. Poor Gabrielle could look at those and feel giddy inside in the past, but she always composed herself quickly and moved on. Now, she felt that telling ‘ZING’ traveling from her heart down to her cock – er, cocks – the instant she realized those were all for her. Two delicious mounds were spoken for, hers and hers only; she remembered exactly how they felt in her palm, how those nipples feel on her mouth. Details kept coming in and Gabrielle couldn’t stop them.
She soon realized that not only was she given two gifts by accident, but her libido seemed affected by it. It wasn’t necessarily doubled, for she already had some and felt almost exactly the same, but she felt a little sensitive. Yes, like her mind trekked the bumpy road up the mountain a lot faster and with a simple visual stimulation. No teasing touches to arouse her body, no suggestive visuals to tiltilate the mind, no sweet whisper to get her in the mood. Just a look and she was doing all the thinking herself. Does that make any sense to you? No? Oh well, too bad. Point of the matter is that Gabrielle gasped in silence when she felt those two beasts offering resistance to the blanket, making her push them down a little more. Futile attempts, really.
Aphrodite groaned. “Then why do you humans say things like that?”
Xena, too exasperated to even explain more, just said. “We’re weird, okay?”
“Guys!” Gabrielle stopped them both, her cheeks turning red and her ears turning redder when the two of them looked at her. “I… Can we figure this out first? I can feel they’re growing.”
“Growing?” Xena asked, a bit alarmed.
Aphrodite, however, was amused. A slow mischievous smile formed. “My, my, Gabrielle you have such a naughty mind! I wouldn’t peg you for that type.”
Oh, they’re growing hard, not bigger. Well, technically yes – but besides the point. Xena rolled her eyes and looked at Aphrodite. “Can you do us a favor and figure something out?”
Aphrodite shrugged. “Listen, I’ve used this on me before. It wears off naturally all the times I’ve used it.”
Xena blinked a few times at that sudden confession. Information she didn’t need confirmed.
“How long would that take?” Gabrielle asked, pushing down harder as she felt more and more heat and blood travel down south.
“A few hours, tops!” Aphrodite giggled at the very vague innuendo. An innuendo antiquated Xena and Gabrielle wouldn’t understand. She proceeded. “Or who knows, maybe it goes away after one use? If I take them away now I fear that I might actually… leave her with nothing there.”
“Nothing?” Xena was even more alarmed. “Like, nothing?”
“Nothing!” Aphrodite clarified. “I’ll still try to figure something out, but…”
“But?” Xena asked, low and grumbly.
Aphrodite grinned now. “I would say take advantage of the situation, doll! Hardly there comes a time with such a divine twinset of goodies. Especially that size.”
Gabrielle blushed even harder, looking away from the two gazes she usually trusts, embarrassed to say the least.
Xena looked at Aphrodite. “Right. Can you leave us to it while you…”
“Of course,” Aphrodite giggled. “I was thinking I could watch though–.”
“Thank you, Aphrodite,” Xena said in a pointed tone, giving Aphrodite that wide-eyed look.
With that, Aphrodite understood and crossed her arms under her bust, a smug look of vague pride on her face before she faded in lovely sparkles and glitter. The moment that quintessential figure of Aphrodite disappeared, Xena looked at Gabrielle who couldn’t bear to look Xena in the eyes.
“Gabrielle…”
And the blonde bard could feel that sweet, worried tone seep into her bones, tickling so deliciously. That tickle, of course, spread across her body. Her entire body. Including those two hardening cocks, twitching giddily which make her push down harder against them to keep them down. Squander their enthusiasm at all cost! But trying it would only give herself a bit of friction and inevitably scratch an itch that she could no longer ignore.
“Gabrielle, look at me,” Xena tried again, gently tapping the bard’s chin, finally getting her to look up with those adorable eyes. “Hey,” she smiled. “It’s okay. Can I take a look?”
Gabrielle sighed and nodded, sliding away the covers and seeing those two cocks springing up, twitching a greeting towards Xena who looked at them with wonder and… something, something in her eyes that Gabrielle couldn’t read.
“How are you feeling?” Xena asked, gently patting Gabrielle’s head, reaching down to the shell of her ear and caressing it ever so tenderly. She didn’t know this was giving goosebumps all over Gabrielle’s body, all of them terminating on her wife’s new set of cocks.
“Besides aroused?” Gabrielle groaned a little, still unable to look Xena in the eye for long. “Nothing’s different.”
Another gentle touch to her chin that made Gabrielle look up again. “Look at me,” Xena’s voice was soft, almost pleading. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Xena,” Gabrielle began with a sigh. “I’m sorry for all of this. I was just absent-mindedly saying stuff and Aphrodite heard me and… Well–.”
Xena smiled, gently patting her lover on those soft cheeks. “Stop, it’s okay. I understand.”
Gabrielle shook her head. “I was only wondering what it felt like… you know, to have one.”
Xena chuckled. “Yeah, I know. I’ve wondered that myself a few times.”
The blushing Gabrielle looked at Xena, smiling a little and soon chuckling with her. “Yeah, but now I have two and I don’t know what to do with all this.”
Xena hummed, her thumb gently brushing her lover’s rosy cheeks. “Feel them, take advantage of the situation. What does it feel like?”
There was only a brief moment of silence, a quick little twitch here and there before Gabrielle finally started to talk. “I can’t even explain it,” she caressed Xena’s wrist. “I feel almost exactly the same, just that… I feel like I need to…” Then she felt embarrassed.
Nothing a little kiss to the head wouldn’t fix, of course. Xena knew that the once virgin Gabrielle still had some difficulty talking about her own neediness and desires, not embarrassed but shy at this unexplored territory. Even if she’s gotten more and more comfortable with Xena over the years, and even gotten comfortable at expressing her own sexuality, some things are still tricky. But now, having two penises definitely doesn’t help.
Xena, very gently and very lovingly, planted a tender kiss on her bard’s head. She decided to coax her gently, guide her into speaking what she felt. “You feel like you want to put it in, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Gabrielle’s voice dropped significantly, like she was speaking of something that must remain a secret. “So, so bad,” she looked down at her growing cocks, feeling them pulsate in unison, a hand grabbing Xena’s thigh (which was the nearest thing for her). To confess that made her feel a new spurt of energy spreading all over her, lust growing faster. To confess she felt so carnally about her wife was opening the floodgates.
Xena knew this very well, so cheekily she kneels down in front of Gabrielle, eyes ever reassuring but her intent was wicked. “What got you so excited suddenly? I highly doubt it was my conversation with Aphrodite.”
Gabrielle bit her lower lip, looking at her wife right into her eyes. “I don’t know… I saw you and I felt this strong sensation just coursing through my body,” her cheeks and ears got redder and redder. “Like, when I look at you I always feel warm and fuzzy, but looking at you–.”
“It aroused you,” Xena smiled sympathetically. “You must be a little sensitive, sweetpea.”
Oh, there was that sweet pet name, that sweet warm jolt running down her spine. She felt herself twitching again, growing a little harder. “I don’t think it’s just a little, Xena.”
Xena looked at those cocks more directly, smirking. “Yes, I can see that.”
Gabrielle’s hand hovered shyly over it at first, looking into Xena’s eyes and getting that implicit reassurance. Inquisitively, Gabrielle’s hand wrapped around one of her cocks and her eyes kind of widened to feel it. It was a brand new feeling, it was interesting. Warm flesh pulsing against her fingertips, feeling it perk up and get stronger. Fascinating, that’s one way to put it. It’s something she’s not felt properly in the past – only once, if she recalls correctly and it felt like such a lifetime ago. And it didn’t feel like this, surrounded by a warm, homey abode and the reassuring caress of the woman she felt most comfortable with.
“This is different,” Gabrielle said absent mindedly.
Xena chuckled. “It is, yeah,” she said as she stood offering a hand to the curious blondie. “Come, let’s get you comfortable.”
Thin fabric rested nicely on the floor along with undergarments. They told a story of two lovers ready to explore a curious gift given to one of them. The big cozy bed did wonders to a once nervous Gabrielle. The atmosphere was just right, it was a little more encouraging. Well, that and the gentle caresses Xena kept giving her arm. Gabrielle’s strong back rested against the head of the bed, a hand curiously stroking one of her cock, letting herself feel the texture, the friction, watching the bits of precum coat her reddened tip. Xena, on the other hand, naked just like Gabrielle, sat beside her with a fingertip traveling lightly from forearm to shoulder, outlining those strong muscles and tickling, ever so gently, those sensitive spots Xena has committed to memory. It was like magic, it fascinated Xena to this day. A gentle squeeze here, a little soft kiss there and a sensual whisper that had Gabrielle softly whining. What she was hearing from Xena were not only compliments and soft reassurances, but tender instructions to clear the path ahead of the inexperienced Gabrielle.
“Feel that, you feel that throbbing in your hands?” Xena questioned softly, voice so sensuous and loving that Gabrielle could feel herself quivering. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does,” Gabrielle softly gasped out.
Her hand still felt too shy, stroking only a bit. It was timid, afraid of going too far and hurting itself, Xena could tell just by the intention alone. With a gentle kiss behind Gabrielle’s ear, she spoke in a sweet whisper again. “You can grasp it a little tighter and see how it feels for you.”
“Y-You think?”
“It’s not as delicate as we think, you can always use a little grip,” Xena scooted closer, grabbing Gabrielle’s wrist. “Go all the way up and all the way down.”
Without protest, trusting Xena as always, the blonde’s hand moved automatically. The moment her hand stroked firmly and did exactly as Xena said, Gabrielle tossed her head back, a moan escaping her lips without restraints. It felt so exquisite, that long stroke, so decisive and addicting. She felt it all over her body, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She did it again and again, and Xena watched her blonde little bard lose herself in the ripples of pleasure, letting it overwhelm her, letting her body arch and react freely to it. Unrestrained, undiluted, lust in essence. It was always a treat to watch her wife embrace this sexual side of hers unashamed. It’s not a secret that she has it, sometimes she’s used it to seduce someone in and out of a plan, but when she’s with Xena? It was raw, strong in its purest form. It was filled with love and adoration, a passion that Xena has only seen Gabrielle have for the arts and yet her love for it never reached the level of passion the bard had for her.
The way Xena could see her toes curl, the way she could see her stroke herself and fall out of rhythm, enough that she had to sweetly coax her to be a good girl and slow down, was driving Xena half to madness. It was interesting to note that both her cocks were hardening at the same time, the other one twitching in need for stimulation. Combine that adorable twitch, Gabrielle’s endearing reactions and Xena’s growing need to touch and you had yourself a cocktail ready to be set ablaze. Xena smiled gently, watching her little bard succumb to it like this, watching her tickle her sensitive nipples as she kept stroking herself, putting on a show for Xena – who she knows loves to watch her so deliciously. Both of her hands were occupied then, one teasing and lightly pulling that dark and hardened nipple and the other one stroking. Xena figured she had enough of watching.
“Here, let me help,” Xena said gently, waiting for that quick nod from her lover before reaching down and proceeding. She adjusted her position, seductively (and playfully) crawling over, making sure Gabrielle caught a glimpse of that delectable ass that she loved to smack and grab so possessively. When she heard that little whine of desire, Xena felt accomplished, smirking proudly as she adjusted herself in between Gabrielle’s muscular legs. Gabrielle’s cocks looked bigger in this angle, she looked so desperate; the hungry, ignored cock kept leaking precum again and again, wiggling in protest for attention. “You’ve got quite a handful here,” Xena said softly, lust laced in her voice, her fingers wrapping around that thick, needy cock. Now Xena could feel those veins, the pulsing, that incredible and intoxicating warmth. She was no stranger to her fondness for cocks, but the fact that it was Gabrielle’s made this moment all the more exciting.
She began to stroke at the same speed of her lover, but Gabrielle could see that Xena was far more experienced, so subtle with the way she stroked with the right amount of firmness in her grip, that flourishment in her movement, the slight and gradual twist of her wrist as she went closer and closer to the tip. It made Gabrielle freeze for a second, looking into her soulmate’s lustful eyes and feeling that exquisite electricity all over her body. It was such a simple change, but it made the world of difference when she felt it heighten everything. “How’s this?”
“It feels so good, Xena,” Gabrielle whined, a small twinge of plea in her tone. She wanted Xena to allow her to go faster, she wanted her to do more of her magic like Xena knew to do. So confident and sexy, so dangerously delicious. But she knew that if she wanted it, she must ask clearly. “Please, Xena, can we go faster?”
Xena quirked her eyebrow up in question, her hand flowing smoothly while she remained silent.
A moan escaped Gabrielle, then a frustrated groan. “Please, Xena? Can we go faster?” She was clearer, firm in her question.
Xena smiled, pleased. “Good girl,” and to placate her soulmate’s groans, she gave her love her little reward. Her hand moved a little faster, with more intentions rather than that sensually languid pace and Gabrielle’s hand followed, quickly catching onto the technique like the fast learner she was. The moment she felt her wrist help in the movement, Gabrielle felt her pleasure elevated to new heights.
“You catch on quick, that’s my girl. You’re holding on so well.”
And of course, to be praised like this had her tingly all over. But above all, she was comfortable.
“H-how do you like it?” Gabrielle stuttered involuntarily, noticing Xena’s thumb smearing her pre-cum over that sensitive tip. Oh, her legs were shaking at that delicious feeling.
“I quite like it,” Xena replied, smiling like a rascal. “I can tell you like it a lot, too. You look so delicious, so needy.”
Gabrielle’s voice is occupied moaning out a little louder than initially, limited to nodding rapidly in return. Xena understood her, opting out of teasing her to speak loudly and clearly as she noticed Gabrielle’s strokes had that hint of frenzy to them, eagerly searching for that climax. Curious, desperate. Xena smirked, matching Gabrielle’s speed, leaning down and sticking her tongue out to gently lick that sensitive tissue just on the underside of the tip, watching the tense muscles of Gabrielle’s thighs tighten a bit more, hearing that exquisite groan becoming more guttural and more high-pitched. It was a tell-tale sign. Together in unison, working together like they always did, following a rhythm that their hearts dictacted. While Gabrielle’s hand went up, Xena’s hand slid down and her tongue flicked that one sensitive spot. And while Xena pulled her tongue away and stroked upwards, Gabrielle’s hand went down.
The world around them existed, but was of little importance, especially when they looked at each other in the eye with so much emotion. With a sustained look they communicated thousands of words that we could not imagine you and I, for it was a language so intrinsic to their love. And yet, this felt brand new to Gabrielle, perhaps because of the added element. Even the bard, in those brief moments of rationale, could not pinpoint the words of how it felt. It was primitive, that was one way to put it, like the twin set of cocks had opened a new lustful perspective on Xena.
Without realizing, her hands had gone faster and faster and Xena had matched up without protest, without telling her favorite bard to slow down. She, too, was curious to see that rapidly building orgasm displayed so tantalizingly all over Gabrielle’s face and body, displaying in the sensual grunts and high pitched moans coming out of those delicious lips. Watching her own hand stutter, overwhelmed with her own pleasure, Gabrielle thought not at all to ask Xena for permission, for she was not thinking of anything but her wife. Xena could tell it was getting to the point of no return. The way Gabrielle’s toes curled up, the way her muscles tensed up, the way moans started to get higher and higher in pitch, carefreely loud and unashamed… Yes, yes! This was the moment, Xena wouldn’t stop her, letting the orgasm run through her. Until Gabrielle looked and sounded confused. It was a very quick confession that made Xena understand instantly.
“Wait–!” Gabrielle moved her hand away, but couldn’t warn Xena before it was too late. “What is t–. Hnng!!”
Both cocks shot, nearly at the same time, a rapid, strong gush of white cream. Gabrielle’s hands clung to the sheets a bit too late, so aroused and lightly confused at this brand new sensation, but she felt her own body respond with a few more strings shooting out with such vigor! She couldn’t deny it, it felt so fucking good and it looks so strangely tantalizing, especially when Xena watched the show with a smirk. Ever intuitive of Gabrielle’s own lack of control, Xena put both of her hands to work for her lover, milking with decisive and firm strokes that were neither fast nor slow – knowing Gabrielle needed the helping hand to ride out her orgasm. “Good girl, let go,” Xena encouraged her, hard at work and catching a few surprise shots to the face. Of course, it made her chuckle a little, just continuing to do as best as she could for her blonde bard as her back arched and moans spilled out of her lips again and again. In the brief moment Gabrielle could utter something, she only called out for her lover, mindlessly calling the name of her soulmate and making the woman smile at it.
Soon, those shots diminished to thick, tiny droplets smearing Xena’s skillful hands, but the raven haired warrior was no stranger to getting her hands a little dirty after all. Perhaps it was her predilection, but she quite liked the feel, the wet sounds mixed with Gabrielle’s moans fading to gasps and groans. The rhythm slowed down as the orgasm faded, Xena’s hands milked every last of Gabrielle’s seed, stopping once she noticed nothing more came out. Her eyes focused on Gabrielle who lightly panted and couldn’t even keep her eyes open, hands letting go of the wrinkled sheets.
One didn’t need to be an expert to tell Gabrielle was twitching in bliss!
Xena carefully crawled back to her and placed a gentle kiss on her head, making Gabrielle smile and giggle, opening her eyes to look at her. That bit of embarrassment she always felt afterwards left immediately when she saw Xena’s own smile.
“Everything okay?” Xena asked, even though she knew the answer.
“Peachy,” Gabrielle said lowly, chuckling.
“How did that feel?”
Gabrielle scooted a bit and laid her head down on the pillows. “Different,” that’s one way to put it. Her mind was still in turmoil, words still gathering after that bliss. Soon enough, she confessed what surprised her. “I couldn’t stop myself like usual, it was like I couldn’t control my own body at all, you know?”
“Having a cock is different, I suppose,” Xena chuckled. “You come a lot faster than usual.”
A flushed Gabrielle laughed a little. “Great, as if I already lasted a lot.”
“I just know how to get you going,” Xena cheekily replied. Then, she looked down at Gabrielle’s new cocks.
They were still full and throbbing, which was not something Xena was accustomed to. They often went down shortly after, and quite rapidly as well. Xena looked at them curiously and noted they were still hard and roaring to go.
She was about to mention it until Gabrielle, staring at the ceiling, sighed and spoke. “Is it normal that I want another round?”
“No, it isn’t,” Xena said, amused.
“Huh?”
“They’re still up, Gabrielle.”
Gabrielle sat up and looked at them. They were still hard, and she still felt the need to touch them again. She wasn’t a stranger to second rounds, but… not this fast! She always needed a little cuddle before feeling the need to go again. She tilted her head and looked at Xena, completely confused. “I thought they went down and couldn’t get up again.”
Xena huffed a bit. “I think Aphrodite gave you more than what you thought.”