Jericho stood outside, engrossed in his task of inspecting various items within the palace. As he meticulously examined each object, his thoughts wandered to Xena, the concubine he couldn’t get out of his mind.
A mischievous smile danced upon his lips, fueled by an irresistible urge to be with her again. Jericho couldn’t help but ponder when he would have her fully, without the need for clandestine encounters. At that moment, he regretted not claiming Xena as his concubine before his brother, Alpha Malik.
Just as Jericho was lost in his thoughts, a guard approached, bowing respectfully before him, and paid his obeisance.
“My Lord Jericho, please pardon the interruption. I brought important news.”
Jericho looked at the guard with anticipation, eager to hear what tidings he carried, since he is the one he planted as his informant among the king’s guards.
“Speak, my good man. What news have you brought for me?” Jericho ordered
The guard straightened his posture, his voice filled with a sense of urgency.
“My Lord, I overheard a conversation amongst the palace staff. It seems that concubine Xena has recently lost her pregnancy.”
Jericho’s eyes widened with surprise, and he involuntarily dropped the object he was holding, and his grip landed on the guard collar.
“Why are you informing me of this only now? How long has it been since she lost the child?” He asked with gritted teeth.
The guard shifted uncomfortably, sensing Jericho’s anger and impatience.
“My Lord, the king had been in seclusion with Xena, attending to her needs, he just retired to his chamber, and she was taken back to her chamber recently”
Jericho’s anger flared and his grip on the guard’s collar tightened in frustration. After a moment, he released his hip and his expression was stern and determined.
“I’m sorry my lord” The guard pleaded while Jericho let out a smile, knowing fully well that he still needs the guards as his informant.
“Thank you for informing me, go about your duties, and ensure such news reaches me promptly next time,” Jericho uttered.
The guard bowed, relieved to be dismissed. Jericho’s mind raced with a mix of concern and confusion. He knew he had to go and see Xena about the matter.
Jericho swiftly made his way to Xena’s chambers, his footsteps echoing in the corridor.
Upon entering Xena’s room, he found Jeanne standing, ready to greet him. Jericho smiled briefly at her before turning his gaze toward Xena, who appeared increasingly uneasy in his presence.
Sensing the tension, Xena discreetly signaled Jeanne to leave, though not without a trace of suspicion from Jeanne, she shrugged and let out a suspicious smirk.
As Jeanne exited the room, Jericho and Xena were left alone, their gazes locked in a silent battle.
Jericho’s expression hardened, his voice filled with accusation.
“I’ve heard about the loss of your baby, but you don’t appear as someone who has suffered such a tragedy.”
Xena’s composure wavered for a moment before she regained her facade, nodding with feigned sadness. She took her seat once again, trying to regain control of the situation, wanting to pretend that indeed she had lost her pregnancy.
“But why didn’t you tell me you are expecting our baby, I should be the first person to hear about our baby”
“Whose baby are you talking about? Don’t be absurd!” Xena asked with gritted teeth.
Jericho’s eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with skepticism.
“Our baby, of course. The king hasn’t been intimate with you in quite some time. I was the last person you were with.”
Xena’s frustration grew, her voice rising with intensity.
“You’re sick! I can’t believe you would say such abominations, the king’s favorite getting pregnant for you. I won’t entertain your delusions.”
Jericho leaned closer to her, his voice low and filled with a mixture of desire and anger.
“You underestimate my desires, Xena. I will show you just how sick I can be.”
“Did you think I can’t resist the temptation of your presence, I can if you care to know”
“Really” Jericho’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as he was walking closer to her.
Xena felt a flutter of unease and anticipation as Jericho drew nearer. She attempted to maintain her composure, but her nerves betrayed her.
“Jericho, this is not the time nor the place for such… distractions. Please remember our boundaries.”
“Ohh you finally accept that you can’t resist me. Xena, rules and boundaries have never held much appeal to me. Let me show you just how much I desire you.”
Jericho’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as he leaned in, his lips gently trailing over her earlobes.
Xena’s resolve wavered as Jericho’s touch sent shivers down her spine. She struggled to resist his advances, aware of the consequences they could face.
Jericho moved closer, lost in her eyes and his heart closed to any other thought. He inched closer and closer and then closed his eyes before crashing his lips on Xena.
She gasped not wanting the kiss yet she accepted it and didn’t move away, she didn’t want to cheat on the king’s brother again, but Jericho seems irresistible to her.
Gently, she moved her hand into his hair and then twirled his hair between her fingers. Jericho moaned gently into her mouth, enjoying every part of her. Her lips were soft and subtle, tasting like strawberry because she chewed gum earlier to wear off the tramadol taste in her mouth.
He pulled her closer, making sure there was no space between them, and then he started kissing her roughly knowing times were not on their side.
Her body was delicate in his hands and he gently rubbed it. He moved gently and softly taking in every angle of her body as though he was studying her skin because he was.
A moan escaped from her mouth into his, and he collected her tongue and rolled it against his own, now Xena didn’t want to stop, even though it was Forbidden yet she wanted to enjoy him.
.
Xena moaned again in his mouth, while Jericho’s hands slid her curves, taking in every dent, every shape of her body. His hand paused at her waist side and he started to draw circles behind her waist. Crazy emotions were toiling in their body.
At that moment, Xena’s desire overwhelmed any concerns of potential consequences. She clung to Jericho, unwilling to let go, despite the lingering fear of being discovered.
Fuck, Jericho groaned.
Now kissing her hungrily, and then he moved his hand upward wanting to touch her boobs, feel the soft skin in his hands. Then he moved his hand upward, his lips still hungrily devouring hers. It was like an insatiable hunger, penetrating the walls he had built around his heart.
Jericho reached for her boobs and a streak of pleasure resonated in his body and this made him groan out – a moan that he had never let out before his wife before. Her boobs were delicate on his palm that he wanted more, yearned for more, and needed her entire body against his own.
However, just as the tension between them reached its peak, a loud bang resonated through the door, jolting both Jericho and Xena back to the reality of their forbidden act. In that instant, Xena’s conscience kicked in, and she pushed Jericho away, her face a mix of guilt and desire. But Jericho, never one to miss an opportunity, couldn’t resist leaving a trail of mischief in his wake. With a wicked smirk, he brought Xena’s hand, the one he had used to grip her, to his lips and provocatively licked it, fueling Xena’s inner turmoil and igniting a longing within her to pull him back into her embrace.
Are you okay?, the king is here to see you? Jeanne uttered, her voice breaking the intimate moment, making both to shivered, just then Xena eyes narrowed seen the door opening, and she gasped seeing that she hadn’t adjusted her clothes.