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This is a story of Xena acting like warriors have done throughout the ages and involves scenes of sexual involvement between consenting adults. Gabrielle is nowhere to be found. If you are under 18 or if you think this might upset you, don't read this. Go outside and play instead.
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Obsssesssion (Sera's Song)
Copyright Lisa Jain Thompson January 1998
The young girl, barely in her teens and more child than woman actually, stared at Xena's breastplate, focusing more on the breasts than the plate. Xena turned to the girl, tried to make eye contact, and failed.
"What's your name, girl?"
The young one startled, averted her eyes, and mumbled something incoherently before deciding to focus on the fountain behind the Warrior Princess.
"My name is Xena and I don't think we've met. What's your name?"
"S Se S Sera."
"Well, Se Se S Sera, what are you looking at so intently?" Xena smiled and added, "My leathers?"
"Y Y Yes."
"And I suppose you'd like a set just like them."
"Do you think I will?"
"Get a set."
Xena paused, thought about, then answered quietly, "It's all a matter of time, young one. Things have a way of working out when you are old enough."
"I don't wanna wait. I'm tired of waiting. "
"There's nothing that can be done about speeding things up." Noticing how thin the young girl was, the Warrior Princess changed the subject, "You look like you could use something to eat? Where's the nearest tavern where we can get some food?"
"Next corner on the left. You mean it?"
"Yeah, I mean it, I'm hungry. Lead the way, girl."
"My name's Sera. I'm not your girl."
Smiling, Xena rephrased quietly, "Ok, Sera, take me to your tavern then."
The tavern was rather dilapidated, it's sign announcing it's name rather crookedly as The Ambrosia. Underneath was the slogan "Food of the Gods."
As they approached, Xena muttered, "The Gods can eat what they want. I just hope the food is good enough for people to eat."
The inside of the tavern was dark, smelling of stale beer and sour wine. Sera led them to a corner in back, away from the kitchen but where few people would disturb them.
"This table ok, Xena?"
Xena nodded at the girl and then positioned herself facing the Tavern's entrance with her back to the wall. A man aged beyond his fifty some odd years, limped over to the table and looked at the Warrior Princess.
"We have wine and some beer. The beer is this month's, the wine last. I'd recommend the beer. If you want food, we have falafel, fresh today, and chicken smoked just this week. What do you want?
Sera spoke first, "Beer for both of us and I will have some falafel. You want some chicken, Xena?"
"A beer will be fine, and some bread, if it's fresh, and cheese, if it's not."
As the man started to leave, Sera hurriedly raised her voice. "I've changed my mind. Forget the falafel. I'll have the bread and cheese too."
"You sure, g .... lady?"
"I'm sure. Both Xena and me are having a beer and the bread and cheese."
"Anything you say. It will be just a moment."
When the man had gone, Xena looked at the girl, "Are you sure you're old enough for the beer, Sera?"
"Look, just because I may look like a kid, doesn't mean I am one. How old do you think I am?"
"Stand up a moment and let me get a good look at you." Sera stood. "Now turn around." As the girl turned, Xena eyed her carefully. "Once more and then sit down."
As the girl regained her seat, Xena thought a moment. "I'd say you are 13, maybe 14 at the most, barely a woman."
"You're just like everyone else. Just because my breasts are small and my stature short, everyone assumes I'm a child. I'm 17, Xena, I'll be 18 next summer. I've been having my period for four years now."
Xena eyes widened skeptically. "17? I would ..."
"No one does, Xena, I'm not a virgin, either."
"Thanks for sharing, Sera."
"And I don't like boys, I like grrlz just like ...."
They were interrupted when the tavern keeper returned with their lunch. The beer was slightly chilled and both women took several large mouthfuls before the conversation picked up again.
"The tavern keeper was right, Sera, the beer, at least, is very good." Taking the knife from the plate, Xena cut the cheese and offered a slice to the other woman.
Sera took the offered slice and tore a hunk of bread for herself."
"You're alone, Xena. Where's the other one? She's usually with you."
"Gabrielle? She's in Athens at an epic poetry contest. She has a bet with Homer that she'll beat him for first place."
"So it's just you, then."
Xena recognized that look --- equal parts hero worship, fantasy, and desire --- and took another swallow of beer. "Yeah, it's just me then. Why? You want to meet Gabrielle one on one? You aren't alone. She's very popular in some circles, you know."
"It's not Gabrielle, I'm interested in."
Xena motioned to the tavern keeper to bring two more beers. "And who may you be interested in, Sera?" Xena fixed her eyes upon the girl, waiting to see how she would pursue the challenge.
"What do you want me to say, Xena. I want you. More exactly, I want to be you. If I had your breasts, all my problems would be over."
"That's what you think? Breasts make all the difference?"
"I want breasts, Xena. Boobs, Tits,..."
"I get the idea, Sera. Breasts are no big deal, mine certainly aren't"
"It's easier to say that, Xena, when your breasts are as large and delicious looking as yours are. I've seen the way the men look at you and I've seen the way you look at the men looking at you. You make everything pretty clear that your breasts are off limits to men."
"It's this leather getup, Sera, it would make anyone look sexy. I'm not that big."
"I've seen the way women look at you. Some of them don't even avert their eyes when you look them over."
"I do NOT look them over."
"Yeah, right. And I know the way I look at you and think that if only I wasn't flat as a boy, people would take me seriously."
"I tell you, it's all the outfit, some attitude, and very little me."
"You're going to have to prove that too me, Xena."
"We'll need some privacy, Sera."
"I have a room. Pay the tavern keeper and we can go my room and continue this ... umm....conversation. Unless you're not the woman I think you are, of course. Are you afraid of what a young girl may do to you, Warrior Princess?"
"Show me the room, Sera."
Sera's room was not in the tavern itself but in a building a short walk away and turned out to be no better lit than the tavern but lacking the background odors of stale beer and grease. Woman scent pervaded the air.
"I'd offer you a seat, Xena, but, as you can see, all I have is the bed."
"The bed is fine. Why are you so interested in my breasts, Sera?"
"I would think it would be obvious. I have none to speak of and you are a walking advertisement for mammalian evolution. You stop conversation when you enter the room."
"I think it has far more to do with my reputation preceding me than my breasts, Sera."
"Oh? It's your breasts that precede you into a room, Xena, and that Warrior Princess drag of yours only enhances their prominence."
"Again, I repeat, I'm average. I'm not even as big as Gabrielle, now there's a woman with nice breasts. They firmed up well when she started exercising."
The young woman sighed. "There's only one way to settle this you know."
"I wondered when you'd get back to that. Well, are you going to help me with this these leathers or not? There IS a reason I almost always travel with a close friend, you know."
The girl stared at Xena for a second and then scurried to loosen the Warrior's breast plate.
"Unbuckle the straps and it slides right off."
Sera moved quickly, and as the leather slipped off, Xena's breasts relaxed into softness.
"Now the camisole, slip it off over my head."
Taking a deep breath, the girl complied, her hands trembling as she touched the simple cloth.
Xena's breast were suddenly free, the birthmark on her right breast plainly visible.
"Now they aren't that big, are they Sera."
Sera stood silently, unable to think of a coherent reply.
"Need a closer look, darlin' ?"
Stumbling, the girl moved near. Her eyes fixate on the dark circles and prominent nipples extending from them."
"You can touch them, Sera, they don't bite as long as you don't."
As Sera hesitantly touched first the left and then the right breast, her nervousness disappeared and her lips surrounded Xena's sweet skin, still tinged with the smell of sweat and leather.
"Like the taste, Sera?" Closing her eyes, Xena cradled the young girl softly in her arms and pulled her to her.
The girl made an inarticulate sound, closed her eyes for a few seconds, and then slowly withdrew from the Warrior Princess' arms.
"It doesn't change anything, Xena, I am still as flat as a boy. Everyone thinks I am a child."
"A lot of it is attitude, Sera, if you act like a woman, people will treat you like woman. If you act like a warrior, people will treat you like one."
"And if you look like a child....." With that, Sera stripped her shirt off in one motion to reveal two small swellings and nipples barely big enough for a baby to suck on. "Satisfied, Xena? Do I look like a boy, or not?"
Xena looked at the girl, then quietly spoke, "You look like a girl to me, darlin'. Take your skirt off so I can look at your hips."
The girl's skirt dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it and stood nakedly in front of Xena. Her womanhood was covered by soft dark brown hair.
Her belly was flatly muscled and her thighs curved nicely into well toned legs.
"What do you think now, Xena?"
"I think you're a woman, Sera, a very pretty one. Come here, sweetness."
As the younger woman walked over to Xena, the Warrior Princess picked her up in her arms, kissed her moistly on the lips, and then lay her on the bed.
"Don't move, darlin'." Xena could feel her own hunger rise as she look down at the girl.
"What are you going to do?"
"Hush, you talk as much as Gabrielle." Xena moved beside the girl and began tracing the young woman's breasts with her finger, making patterns on the nipples until they became fully erect. "I like your young breasts, Sera"
"Don't make fun of me, Xena."
"No more words, I told you." Xena slapped the girl playfully on the thigh and leaned over and caressed the girl's small breasts with her mouth, teasing the nipples with her tongue and pulling them gently with her teeth.
A moan escaped the girl's lips and the Warrior Princess could sense the girl's growing fire. Xena slipped a hand between the woman's thighs and felt the wetness gathering there.
"Do you want me to stop?"
When the girl's head shook no, Xena kissed her less gently, tasting her mouth and lips. The young woman's body relaxed into full surrender and her arms wrapped themselves around Xena's strong back.
Xena's fingers circled Sera's clit, causing the girl's body to shiver and squirm and loud vocal moans to escape into the room and echo down the hallway. The thought crossed Xena's mind that any pretense of a secret rendezvous was pretty will shot at this point, not that her reputation would be harmed by rumors of her conquest of still one more young woman.
No matter what she did, her myth grew; no matter what men she took to bed --- Marcus, Ares, any of a number of others --- there would always be speculation about her and Gabrielle, so why fight it. Gabrielle has her pretty boys, I have my Sera's. At least I never think about marrying them, unlike some bards I know.
As Sera's body shuddered, Xena slipped her hand out before the girl's hips could begin to buck.
"Don't stop Xena. Please don't stop."
Xena slipped between the girl's legs, savoring her wet musky smell and firmness of the young woman's thighs. As she licked the girl into a frenzy, Sera's moans became loud cries and her hips thrust up to meet Xena's tongue.
A loud knock broke through the pleasure song and then again, followed by a man's voice.
"Sera, are you alright in there?"
Xena paused and looked at the girl's flushed face.
Another knock and "Answer me, Sera, are you alright?"
The Warrior Princess whispered for the girl to answer him.
"Yes, Father, I'm o.k. Don't worry, it was just a bad dream. I'll be alright." The girl's breathing gradually slowed as she spoke.
As the man's footsteps drifted down the hallway, Xena glared at the girl.
"Father? This is your father's place?"
"Uh huh. I live here. Can't beat the rent."
"When were you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what? That I fuck people in my bed?"
Xena shook her head and changed tacks. "Does he know ....?"
"That I hero worship the Warrior Princess? Yes. That I like women? That I FUCK women? What do you think? What do you think would happen if you told anyone other than Gabrielle?"
"It's no secret, Sera, that I ..... "
"It may be no secret, Xena, but you wouldn't exactly call yourself officially out, would you? You're still something of a closet queen, even if you do where that high leather drag all the time. Speaking of which, that get up really does make your breasts seem larger than they are. Here naked beside, without the boots and the push-up leather corset, you really are less heavily muscled than Gabrielle and your boobs are not all that much at all."
"Hey, I didn't say you could ..."
Sera stopped Xena short with a warm deep kiss. "Quiet, my beautiful blue eyed warrior, dinner won't be served for an hour. We still have time to finish what we started and you don't think that I'd let you let you slip out that easily, do you?"
"But your father ...."
"Don't worry about him. I'm pretty certain that he already knows I'm not a child. It was YOU I was busy convincing, if you remember. You can roll over on your back now." Sera gave the warrior a playful push. "It's my turn to be the top."