Xena and Jericho find themselves lost in a passionate embrace, their bodies entangled on the luxurious bed. Their lips meet in a fervent dance of desire, their hearts pounding with the thrill of their forbidden connection.
Abruptly, a thunderous banging reverberates through the room, jolting Xena and Jericho apart. Fear grips Xena’s heart, and she hastily slips off the bed, her movements frantic as she gathers her scattered clothes. Jericho reaches out, his hand yearning for hers, but she withdraws with a mixture of anxiety and trepidation.
Jericho’s voice is filled with urgency as he attempts to provide solace.
“You don’t need to be afraid,” he whispers, his eyes searching hers. “I will protect you.”
Xena’s gaze pierces him with a blend of frustration and fear, her voice laced with a potent mix of emotions.
“Can you even comprehend the consequences?” she hisses, her words dripping with the weight of their predicament. “What do you suppose will happen if the king discovers our illicit affair? His woman and his own brother became entangled in this scandalous intimacy.”
Jericho’s attempt to speak is halted by another resounding bang, amplifying Xena’s mounting anxiety.
From beyond the door, a voice calls out, breaking the tension and momentarily diverting their attention.
“Your Highness!”
Jericho swiftly zips up his trousers, acutely aware of the need for discretion in the presence of Evans, a guard who cannot be privy to their clandestine liaison.
Opening the door, Jericho reveals a surprised and suspicious Evans standing before them. The air bristles with an unspoken tension, as Evans takes in the scene with a mix of astonishment and suspicion, momentarily forgetting the purpose of his presence.
Since Evans has seen them like this before, he glances around the room, searching for proof to support his suspicions.
“Are you here to look around or a message to deliver” Jericho’s voice emerges hoarsely laced with a sense of urgency
Instantly Evans jumped out from his thoughts Xena with disdain dripping from his words as he addressed her as “Your Majesty,” and Jericho as “your highness.” Sensing the underlying disdain in Evans’ tone, Xena bows gracefully to Jericho, a sign of deference meant to maintain appearances.
With gritted teeth and a clenched fist, she manages to compose herself, readying to take her leave. But just as she is about to turn away, Jericho’s voice interrupts her.
“Your Highness,” he utters, his voice hoarse yet filled with determination. “I have remembered where I stashed it. Please, wait. Let me attend to the guards and retrieve it for you.”
A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of hope dances in Xena’s eyes. She suppresses the anger that boils within her, clenched fists slowly uncurling.
“Very well,” she replies, her tone rigid and laced with caution. She resists the urge to show vulnerability. “But be swift.”
Jericho turns to Evans, a fleeting wink passing between them, unbeknownst to the suspicious guard. Xena’s anger resurfaces, her knuckles white as she clenches her fists once more.
As Evans prepares to leave, Jericho’s voice slices through the air, commanding him to shut the door behind him. The guard obeys, excitement coursing through his veins as he contemplates the gossip-worthy revelation he stumbled upon.
Jericho, now alone with Xena, crosses the room and wraps his arms around her waist, longing to shower her neck with tender kisses. But Xena stops him, her eyes ablaze with a mixture of anger and fear.
“Do you want to bring ruin upon us?” she demands, her voice tinged with desperation. “The king may hear of our transgressions. Do not forget, Evans is the king’s guard.”
Jericho’s hand landed playfully on Xena’s buttocks, attempting to inject some levity into the moment. (Mischievous)
“I know you still desire me,” he said, his voice laced with teasing. “Let me check if the guard is still lingering, just to indulge your fear, my dear Concubine Xena.”
Xena’s anger flared, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of indignation and vulnerability. She yearned for him, but the risks were far too great.
“Don’t test my patience,” she warned, her voice firm, yet tinged with a hint of desperation. “Remember the consequences. We cannot afford to be careless.”
“Okay, Your Highness,” Jericho said in a seductive tone. He turned and walked towards the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of Evans outside. But when he didn’t see him, he closed the door and returned inside.
“He’s gone,” Jericho said, wrapping his hand around Xena and trailing his lips on her. His hand tried to go under her clothes, but Xena grabbed it firmly.
“We’re not doing this again?” Xena snapped.
“”Why does it sound like I’m the only one enjoying or wanting this?” Jericho asked playfully, his voice filled with naughtiness, as he planted a soft kiss on Xena’s neck.
“Ah!” Xena let out a moan, unable to contain her pleasure, as he kissed her in a sensitive spot on her neck. It became evident that this was her sensitive spot, and she couldn’t hide her desire or deny the growing craving between her legs. It seemed like she wasn’t fully satisfied.
Jericho continued to trail kisses from Xena’s neck down to her breasts. He gently pinched her nipples, causing her to moan softly, unable to resist him any longer.
“Hmmm! Yes,” Xena moaned, expressing her pleasure as Jericho began to suck on her nipples once again. His hand traveled down to her thighs, where he sensually rubbed them before inserting two fingers into her honeypot.
“Ouch” Xena moaned as Jericho began to finger her more faster, he added another finger and drilled faster.
“Yes! Yes! Ah” Xena moaned, increasing her pitch, just then Jericho whispered to her as he continued fingering her honeypot.
“I guess you don’t want anyone to know you’re here,” Jericho whispered to Xena, his voice filled with a hint of mischief and caution. He urged her to lower her moaning and keep their passionate encounter discreet.
Meanwhile, Evans emerged from his hiding spot, fully aware of Jericho’s true nature. The sound of Xena’s moans disgusted him, especially considering how favorably the king treated her compared to the other concubines.
Determined to expose their affair in front of the king, Evans marched towards the chambers, driven by his need to prevent further harm. He couldn’t keep this secret to himself any longer, knowing the potential consequences.
And as Evans reached the door, ready to reveal the truth, a sudden realization struck him, freezing him in his tracks.