Chapter 9 - Callisto in Illusia: Scene 9


                                                  Callisto in Illusia
                                                       by Volpone

                                                         Scene 9:


          "So it's the result of magic," Gabrielle mused. Then she realized that it wasn't the method but the
result that mattered in this case, like Hercules god-like strength.
          "I like to think I was no fool before the Salmon, but aye, I am partially the way I am by magic."
Over the process of that day and evening, Gabrielle had fallen more and more under the charms
of Fionn, and the reverse was certainly true.
          "You're certainly no fool. You're wonderful, and sweet, and wise, and kind." She raised a hand
to his face and smiled. Then she leaned forward to give him a gentle, tender kiss.
          The kiss began as soft and chaste, then before she knew it, Gabrielle put a hand behind his head.
Her lips came open and she let him know just how passionate she felt about him. The kiss lasted for well
over a minute, and by the time they were done, both their breaths were coming much faster.
          Gabrielle didn't look at him as she said, "I know you can't stay here. You have to get back to
your people. And I can't go with you, because I belong here with Xena. But even if I can't promise you
anything more, for just tonight, could we...?" She let the question trail away, afraid of spoiling things by
being too direct.
          "Gabrielle... " He lifted her face to look at her. "I'm not sure..."
          She interrupted him with his own words. "Is my company so unwanted then?"
          He answered her in the simplest manner. By the time they broke from the second kiss, there was
no doubt exactly where the night was leading.
          Gabrielle surprised herself by taking the lead. She began kissing her way down the exposed
portion of his chest. He had such a nice chest, smooth and firm slightly salty, feeling just right under her
lips. Then, while she kept him thus preoccupied, she began skinning off both their clothes, while he let
her control the direction and pace of the action. Another thing Fionn had learned in the East was how to
read a partner and allow them the control to do as they wished.
          In surprisingly little time, Gabrielle had them both naked, lying on their sides, kissing and
running their hands over one another... exploring and learning each other.
          Suddenly he paused and said, "Dear one, do you know what they call a woman who depends
on her cycle to avoid having a child?"
          She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "No."
          "She's called 'mother'."
          It took a second for the joke to register, but she also caught his meaning.
          She laughed. "Don't worry about that. There are measures a woman can take. You won't be
leaving any little Hibernians behind when you go."
          He joined her laughter, and she said, "Now... if you don't mind?", and she began exploring again.
          After a few more minutes, he sensed that Gabrielle was not exactly sure of how far to push her
lead, so he easily began kissing down her shoulder, down the outside of her arm, then in to her rib cage,
pausing briefly to allow his lips to gently caress the sensitive skin at the inside of her elbow (which
brought a laugh and raised goose bumps on her). His tender kisses began to move across the bottom of
her ribs, following the contour up, and as he reached the spot between her breasts, she let out a quiet
sigh. He continued to softly brush his lips across the sensitive underside of her breasts, not even trying to
conceal the smile that her reactions brought to him. After a few minutes of this, she began to grow more
demanding. Her fingers found their way into his hair, steering him gently until his lips found the rosy
nipple adorning the peak of her breast. As his tongue caressed the erect pink bud, she let out a soft moan
of pleasure, and pressed her breast more firmly to his mouth.
          He concentrated on her chest long enough for her to begin to squirm under his ministrations, her
body growing more impatient by the second. She could feel that he was stiff and ready against the
outside of her leg, but when she tried to guide him back up so that she could guide him inside her, he
surprised him by continuing to kiss downward. It wasn't until he planted a tender kiss against her lower
lips that she realized exactly what he intended.
          Gabrielle wasn't a virgin, and hadn't been since her late husband had taken her their wedding
night, but her experience was highly limited, and so she was quite pleasantly surprised at the sensation
created when Fionn's tongue traveled up the moist lips of her cleft, and she almost jumped when he
flicked across her clit, sending a spasm of immense pleasure through her body. He alternated kissing,
licking and nibbling at her sensitive skin of her labia and vagina until she felt the rising swell of an
approaching orgasm.
          She tried to let him know that she was ready now and that she wanted him inside her, but
Gabrielle found that he had her so incoherent she couldn't get the words out. She pulled gently at him
with rising urgency, trying to show him by her actions, but he chuckled and ignored her hints, increasing
his efforts and bringing a hand into play as well. He impaled her with two fingers as he began to
concentrate on sucking on her button.
          Grabbing at the only handholds she could, she seized on his long braids, pulling him tighter to
her. He laughed into her, feeling no pain as she reined him in like a horse.
          Suddenly she gave a quiet cry that was a mix of pleasure and triumph, and her climax took her.
She raised her hips and shook as the spasm wracked her body. He continued on feeding her pleasure,
gently coaxing on her orgasm, prolonging it as much as he could. Then, rather than slacking off, he
showed her that she was able to enjoy more than she had expected. He continued to nibble at the tender
bit of flesh between his lips and slide his fingers gently in and out of her, until she was surprised to feel
another orgasm rising within her like a bubble from the depths. Patiently, gently, he fueled her desire by
kissing her clitoris as his fingers rubbed against the roof of her vagina, massaging a particularly sensitive
area.
          With a rushing sensation, her body shook again as she came, and she arched her back high, her
feet and shoulders only touching the ground as she pushed her sex towards the wonderful lips of her
lover. Another cry of pleasure escaped her lips as her muscles convulsed and her blood pounded in her
ears in time to her pounding heart.
          This time, when her orgasm subsided, Fionn allowed Gabrielle to relax, knowing that she was
well primed and would be easy to reignite.
          He moved up and held her close, kissing her lips more gently than he had her lower ones. Her
mouth opened and her tongue snaked against his sensuously. She tasted something unusual, and she then
was excited even more by the flavor as she realized it was the taste of her own juices on his lips.
Clinging tightly to his muscular form, she began to breath more rapidly again, and Fionn realized that
she was ready to go on.
          Rolling her over on her back, he softly kissed at the side of her neck as he moved himself into
position. Gabrielle gladly wrapped her legs behind his strong back, and he reached down to carefully get
himself pointed correctly. She let him take his time, though she wanted to pull him forward hard and
fast. She wanted him deep within her. It had been so very long, and she wanted everything he was
willing to give.
          She gasped slightly at the slight pain she felt. Her muscles were tight, and Fionn was not exactly
small. Taking a breath, she relaxed just a bit more, and then the head of his erection was in and the
discomfort was past.
          "Gods, woman, do you do exercises for this?" It took a moment for her to realize that the smile
on his face was from genuine surprise and delight. She laughed, unable to speak, and pulled him closer,
pressing her fine, firm breasts to his chest, squeezing him tightly with her legs.
          Gently, he eased forward until he was well within her slippery canal. Then he began to move,
slowly back and forth, letting her get used to the sensation again, and her excited breating grew louder.
          "Ohhh!" she moaned, her eyes closed and her face a study of delight. She'd forgotten how
wonderful a man could feel, and Fionn was wonderful indeed. She and her husband had both been
virgins when they were married, and though she loved him with all her heart, their lovemaking had been
sweet but rather clumsy. Fionn wasn't at all clumsy, and he knew exactly what to do to bring her the
greatest pleasure.
          He rocked his hips slowly back and forth, lifting slightly with each stroke in to bring more
pressure across her clitoris and the roof of her cleft. Soon, she found his rhythm and began to match her
motions to his own, and the chuckle it brought from him told her what she wanted to hear.
          She was concentrating so hard on Fionn that she was almost surprised when her orgasm struck.
One moment she was kissing his shoulder, and the next she bit in a purely animal reaction as the
pleasure peaked. He gasped as well, and she couldn't tell if it was in pain or pleasure, but it was enough
to make her realize what she was doing. She sheepishly stopped teething on his skin, but her
embarrassment was quickly washed away as the next surge of orgasm flowed through her.
          Gabrielle lost track of how long they made love, or how many times she lost herself in pleasure
at his touch, but finally he whispered in her ear, "Are you ready, dear one?" His rhythm changed, and he
began to move more strongly, and she knew that he was ready to finish himself. Knowing what was
coming excited her all the more, and he began to kiss her feverishly, holding her tightly as if he feared
she'd somehow escape his embrace.
          His lips locked tight to her own. He let out a muffled cry, and she could feel him as he came
inside her. It made her soar with him as her world exploded.
          Somewhere in the darkness, Xena looked back towards the campfire. She watched as Gabrielle's
fingers raked across the Hibernian chieftain's muscular back, and the sounds of her partner's climax
reached her despite the distance. Shaking her head, the warrior snorted, a smirk on her face. She wasn't
sure if what she felt was amusement, or jealousy, or envy, or a mixture of all three. Whatever it was, she
wouldn't begrudge her friend what pleasure she could grasp.
          It was curious, but she couldn't really decide which one of the two lovers she envied.
