****** War on Pilon Part 1: Xena versus Kraxxis (Cupid Awaketh) by Darque Jinx
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War on Pilon Part 1: Xena versus Kraxxis (Cupid Awaketh)

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Cupid descended upon the massed horde that night in hopes to stop the massacre
at Pilon before it began.

He swooped down undetected through the streets, searching out someone who could
house the power to stop the inevitable massacre that was at hand.

He passed by a window and heard a soft mewling within.

He went to the opened shutters to witness a grand spectacle.

A mortal woman writhed under her own finger tips with ecstatic pleasure.

It's something Cupid has seen before. It always amazes him, no matter who is
partaking in the act. Mortals or Gods, each are an equal sight.

But tonight, apart from her pleasured squeals, this woman would house the power
to end a war.

Cupid lightly entered the room, his feet never touching the floor as his wings
silently padded the air to keep his body afloat.

He leaned down to her fingers, eagerly rubbing and fingering her already
moistened box. He took a deep breath in through his nose and smiled. His tongue
creeped out and he tasted of her sweet fluid; with that his cock strained
against his clothing.

He refused to let his own emotions overtake him this day, though. He lifted his
hands and a brilliant shimmer of light appeared within his hands.

The woman sat up startled.

"Do not be afraid," he spoke with a smoky, honeyed voice, "I am not here to
harm you."

She stammered, "Y..y..ou are a God? Are you not?"

"I am the Bringer of Love, dear woman. And I have come to save your city from
destruction."

She turned her head in a sign of confusion, unaware of his power already
creeping into her body. Her hands went over herself and groped at the flesh
beneath. Her fingers unbuttoned and stripped what little clothing what she wore
off.

He hovered above her, his pants already removed.

That night, he passed to her his seed. And the war ravaged on despite it.

Cupid was confused. The Fates had said if he gave to a woman his child, that
the city would not be destroyed. And, in fact, the city was!

He appeared before The Fates angered at the apparent lie they had told to him.

They hushed him soundly.

"You will see, Cupid...", one of the women spoke.

Another finished her sentence, "...son of Aphrodite..."

The third woman completed the phrase, "...that in fact, you have stopped the
war."

Cupid slammed his fist hard into his other opened hand.

"Then why do they still fight? Why is the city of Pilon still at war?", he
pleaded.

The women looked over their assorted strings and mused amongst themselves. One
broke the silence.

"The child has not grown to adulthood. When the child of Cupid becomes of age,
he will assert the power within himself to stop the war."

His eyes widened. He was not a stupid person. The child had to grow to an
adult? That would be years! His beautiful city would be destroyed... There
would be nothing left to save once the child was ready.

"How is this to be?", he begged.

The Fates turned to him and pulled him closer. He suddenly felt his eyes roll
into his head and his consciousness fade.

His eyes fluttered open to the sounds of birds chirping as the smell of freshly
dewed grass crept into his nostrils.

"What is this?" he inquired out loud to himself.

One of The Fates replied, "This is Pilon. That boy at the creek's bed is your
son."

Cupid looked over to the young man at the water's edge. The child had to be a
teenager! The Fates had tricked him!

"Damn you!", he exclaimed, as he whirled around aiming his bow, already with an
arrow upon its string. He knew it wouldn't hurt anything, but he had to try
something.

The Fates were gone.

"Why do you curse so?" a young voice inquired from behind the winged man.

Cupid turned over his shoulder to see a young man... that resembled himself
quite strikingly.

Cupid couldn't handle it. It was too much. Being transported to the future...or
was it?

He dissapeared back to his correct time, wishing he had never chosen to
intervene on the destruction of the city of Pilon. ----------------------------
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"Darn it, Xena!", Joxer exclaimed, "Why aren't I allowed to go with you this
time?! I never get to do anything fun anymore! You always push me back and not
let..."

Xena silenced him with the tip of her sword. She drew it slowly from the sheath
and moved it slowly towards his face.

He stammered nervously, "O..o.okay, Xena. I'll stay at the Inn with Gabrielle."

He gulped as Xena moved the sword past his head and into a snake's neck. He
sighed relief.

"You know, Joxer..." she chuckled, "...one day I won't be there to shut you
up."

He laughed, "Yeah, well you and Gabrielle need my help too. If it wasn't for
me, you'd still be stuck in that prison back in Giyga."

She murmured, remembered what she had to do just get the keys. She had awoke
that night to witness the guard stroking himself lewdly near the cell bars.
When Xena grabbed his cock roughly, he came straight up into the air and some
of it struck the back of her hand as she pulled him closer to the cage.

The feeling shocked her and she released him. The guard stumbled forward
unconscious from being pulled into the hard steel bars, and crumpled in a
heap...far from the cell her and Gabrielle were in.

She grumbled and sat back down. How can she have been so stupid?

"It's just come." she thought to herself, "Why would I be afraid of it?"

She looked down at the back of her hand. The white liquid still clung to the
rough tanned hide of her fist. A sudden tingle flustered through her vagina.

"I'm not afraid of you...", she said with a lustful voice.

Her tongue reached out and curled over the semen. She pulled it into her mouth
and swallowed...just as Joxer slammed the door to the room open.

The sound snapped her out of her daydream.

She looked around. A carraige. She was sleeping again. She opened the door and
climbed into the seat with Joxer.

They had been traveling for days now and still no sign of the warrior group she
had heard of in town. Joxer had heard of them too (He was right there, after
all).

The Crimson Shadow, a notorious band of mercenaries tat have recently attacked
King Zorius of Giyga. In fact, if it weren't for Xena's interference, he would
be dead now.

It was her interference, however, that put her in prison. The King's guard saw
her as an enemy no matter her actions and influenced the King to see the same.

The horses whinnied softly as the carraige approached a prone animal and a
staff wielding man.

The carraige neared him. Xena could make out the injured or dead horse beneath
him.

"If he caused the condition that horse is in...my sword will surely remedy his
life!", she thought to herself.

The carraige strode next to the man and stopped. The man walked over to Joxer's
side.

"What happened to your horse there, sir?", Joxer asked dumbfoundedly.

The man replied in a smooth yet gruff voice, "T'kama is dead and I have yet to
reach the city of Pilon. May I perhaps ask of a ride towards there?"

Xena looked to the horse. No wounds, meaty legs and body, skin moist... no
mistreatment. The horse must have simply died.

The man looked up at Joxer expectantly. Xena leaned over Joxer's lap and waved
the man aboard.

"Climb on," she spoke as she sat up, "Joxer, its about time you got some
sleep."

The man slowly climbed onto the carraige and placed his staff near himself.
Joxer climbed down and crept into the carraige. Not too long after, he was
snoring.

Xena looked the man over as she snapped the reins for the horses to start.

"Very prestigious clothes for a vagabond," she thought.

His armor was light. Its scattered plates reminded her of her own somewhat,
although he wore small chain mail underneath. A few black leather straps
clinged to his chest over his white tunic to hold his small swords and daggers
to himself. His pants were black leather as well, with brown leather sides and
a few impractical buckles along it.

He looked back over her with a more examining eye.

Her long black haired flowed in the wind and he caught a brief scent of her.
She smelled of hay and flowers, a unique combination that sent his mind into
adoration. Her smooth tanned neck rode lightly to her slightly broad shoulders.
They were covered by her armor, yet what he saw pleased him. Her neck curved
down and formed cleavage between her lovely breasts. He glanced lower to her
legs, lightly dirty from fighting, and a slight dried trickle of blood,
obviously not hers for no wound was visible. Her thighs were muscular with just
a touch of feminine charms.

His prick stirred within his pants.

Her view hazed over the road. A heat arose over her ears and a small buzzing
quaked within. She felt dizzy and confused. She could feel her body not able to
support itself and slump over.

The man was surprised by this and suddenly shook her.

"Hey! Hey! What's wrong? What is it?" he asked as he rattled her.

She shook her head, somehow back to normal.

"I.. I don't know. I think I just got dizzy that's all.", she stammered.

A few hours and night fell. The carraige continued on over the bumpy road. They
talked candidly about past battles and wars they have fought in. Kraxxis, as he
was to be known, was a rather seasoned warrior. She was surprised this young
man had been through so much! He was only about 20 something, and he had
participated at Troy!

He had been snatched from his mother's breast before he could speak by the
Emperor's Elite Guard. He, along with several hundreds of other youths, were to
fill the ranks of the Pilon army. But throughout all the mind warping and brain
washing, his mind stayed just as strong as his body was built to be.

She admired his exuberance, something certain people in her "entorauge" lacked.
He had something to him, as well. Something that attracted her to his long
brown hair that was pulled into a single braid. His blue eyes, his tapered
nose, his brown sideburns that stretched from above his ear to his jaw, his
beard that he kept trimmed just on his chin, and his mustache that curved over
his lips and down into his beard.

She mewled softly as she stared unknowingly at his face. He looked over to her
and she twitched her head looking for something else to look at, the
embarassment too much. It had been too long since she had been attracted to
someone. The feeling inside her welled up and sent electricity to all her
appendages and orafices, telling them not to let this go.

He pulled her chin back to his gaze. Her heart surged with a sudden rush of
blood. Her face flushed and a drop of sweat beaded on her forehead. They leaned
towards each other and kissed.

Her eyes tightened in concentration as his tongue ran slowly over her dormant
tongue. He pushed his hand on the backside of her head and her tongue sprang to
life. They began kissing fully and passionately, ignoring all around them.
Ignoring the carraige...that had stopped.

She found her hands moved to the sides of her breasts and unbuckled her
breastplate. She wrapped a leg around his and they moved as close to each other
as possible. Their bodies pushed against each other roughly as they kissed
again.

Her breath became ragged and her heart was racing. Never had she felt such
pleasure! Well, not from just kissing! She wanted to hold him down and ravage
his body with hers until she passed out from exhaustion!

Their arms wrapped around each other's bodies and held each other tightly. Her
eyes opened as he squeezed her to him, her breath shot from her mouth and into
his. His strength was amazing! Only a few others possessed this kind of
strength...Hercules, came to mind.

She found herself pushing his head toward her breast, unbuckling the strap with
her free hand. He pulled down the tight leather and her breast was free. Her
flesh was slightly a pale white, her nipple a warm colored pink. He moved his
tongue over it and it instantly became hard. He opened his mouth and sucked
hard on her breast. She moaned loudly and ground her crotch onto his leg.

She pulled him from her breast and pulled him to her lips once more. Their
tongues frantically stabbed and prodded against each other...

She couldn't take it anymore!

Suddenly, her head became dizzy again. Her eyes struggled to stay open as his
hand stroked her hair. And as soon as the feeling came, it was gone. But a not-
too-recent feeling came back over her...ravish the man before you!

Her hands roamed down to her knee, which had slid itself up to his already
rigid cock. He moved her knee slightly and pushed her hand under his waistband
and wrapped itself around his throbbing member.

She groaned and unbuckled his pants. She released his penis from its "prison"
and engulfed it in one motion. The whole situation made her tingle. She licked
the head and swallowed his length as far as she could go down. He had a rather
nice prick to her. Not ugly and thickly veined like some she was forced to look
upon. Not angled oddly or obscenely discolored or hairy. His cock was a simple
girth, a nice two fingers wide. She growled lowly as she sucked hard on his
cock and pulled up. He groaned as her tongue lapped at the head.

He wasn't viciously long either. He had at least 6 inches to him if not a
slight bit more. She remembered being forced to take extreme pain from enormous
cocks when she was a prisoner of war. She winced.

His hand returned to her head and pulled her hair back. Her eyes drifted up to
his as he stared down at her. She encompassed his dick again and sucked. She
lapped at the underside with her flat tongue. She wanted him all. She wanted
him to come in her mouth. She wanted every bit of him inside her. She wanted
him to be all with her.

She reached her other hand up and caressed his balls. He groaned again and she
swallowed him down her throat. She felt a light trickle of fluid run down her
leg when she adjusted her bottom to engulf his cock. She was extremely wet.
Every ounce of her mind wanted him, now her body was testifying its desire for
him as well!

He moaned and she felt his dick twitch in her cheek. She released his cock and
looked at him with lust-filled eyes. She turned slightly and drew a leg over
his hip. Her finger pulled the black undergarment and tunic to the side as her
other hand pulled his cock to her entrance.

She thrust her butt towards him as it just barely touched her. Sweat dripped
from her forehead profusely and onto him as she sat down slowly on his
throbbing dick. She moaned as she felt him completely inside her and held him
tight to adhere herself to the feeling she was experience.

Her head became dizzy again. Her hips began to rock against his dick, grinding
her clit into the base of his penis. She could feel the warmth build within her
as she rocked faster on his tool. His eyes rolled into his head as his hands
dug into her back.

She released a gutteral moan as her cunt began to spasm and contract against
his cock rapidly. Her eyes joined his in hiding from sight as they jumped into
her head. He could feel her wet pussy grip at him hard as she continued to buck
her hips wildly.

She grabbed hold of him and fucked harder, another orgasm shocking her system.
He grunted as her juice ran over his cock and to his balls, causing the breeze
to make a cool sensation to flow over them.

Her dizziness quickly faded as a powerful orgasm made her clamp down hard on
his member. She released, and clamped, and released, and clamped. Suddenly, her
body convulsed and she screamed and her eyes squinted.

Her pussy clasped and pulsated rapidly against him. She bucked and slammed
herself into him frantically. He leaned his head back and released all he had.

His cock jumped against her clasping vagina, as it jutted his seed into her.
His body tensed and he doubled over, his face rammed hard between her breasts,
and he held her to himself.

His cock jerked and shot more of his semen into her as her orgasm subsided and
she nuzzled into his neck. She mewled lightly at him, her pussy still weakly
trying to grab at his cock. He softened and pulled himself from her.

She pulled herself off of him and climbed down the carraige clumsily and weak
to the ground. She walked into the woods and squatted, pulling her underclothes
over as she had done before. She contracted her muscles and tried to force his
come from her. Nothing.

She was confused. Something should come from her she thought. After all, he's
not a god.

Her eyes widened with shock. His strength, the dizziness, her uncontrollable
desire...he seduced her! He was a God and he seduced her!

Kraxxis walked into the clearing where Xena sat, kneeling. He put his hand to
her head and lovingly stroked her hair.

She stood and looked him in the eyes fiercely.

"Who are you?" she inquired, "Why have you treated me this way? Why did you
force me to feel things and do things I wouldn't? Just so you could fuck me?"

He turned an eyebrow to her.

"Xena! I never would have.. You only feel things that are there! I would never
do anything to hurt you." he said.

"Why? Is this one of Ares' plans again? Is it Poseidon? Who? What is your
reason for seducing me?" she barked.

"Seduce you? I did no such thing! You feel what you want to feel. I cannot help
that you felt no restrictions to your sexuality. I have no control over my
power yet." he spoke as his head lowered to her feet.

With a low toned voice, she hissed, "Aphrodite...".

"No.", he replied.

Xena's head cocked. She was confused by this. Wasn't Aphrodite the usual
culprit behind feelings and other such things? Especially love and sexuality?

"Cupid. I am the son of Cupid and a mortal woman from Pilon. A large war is to
happen soon, and I was conceived to prevent it. Please, Xena. I was told you
would help me.", he pleaded.

"So that is why you were on the road..." she thought to herself.

Joxer's voice rang out, "Xena? Where are you?".

Kraxxis and Xena looked at each other briefly.

They both simultaneously rushed for the carraige.

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End Part 1