Forbidden Fruit

by Xellas M.

It was the shortest night of the year. Tired from a very long day of traveling, the Slayers group finally made camp next to a very unusual tree somewhere near the center of a very ancient, mysterious, plot-device filled forest.

A few minutes to gather fallen branches, then a few seconds of Lina Inverse’s magic soon had a very cheerful fire going. The temperature was mild, the stars were shining…all in all it was a perfect evening. Except –

-GROWL!-

Instantly most of the party was on the alert, five pairs of eyes scanning the darkness for the large predator that must be lurking around the perimeter of the camp. The sixth pair of ruby red eyes rolled heavenward in embarrassment and frustration.

“Lina-san, was that YOU?” asked Amelia when no killer beast was detected.

“If it was, exactly who’s fault would that be?” replied the sorceress, a dangerous tone creeping into her voice.

Gourry scratched his head for a moment, thinking hard. Finally, his entire face brightened and he called out “Mine!” with totally misplaced pride at his mental accomplishment.

“Gourry-sama, I don’t think – “ began Sylphiel timidly but it was much too late.

“There’s nothing you can do for him.” Zelgadis said with just the faintest suggestion of a smirk. Fact is, he was a little hungry himself and the chokehold Lina had established on the poor dumb swordsman was not only educational, but relieved some of his own frustration as well.

“Zelgadis-san just likes to watch a good beating.” interjected Xellos. “Otherwise, I’m sure he would have noticed that the tree we happen to be sitting under appears to be loaded with fruit. It appears to be quite safe.”

Lina paused in mid-pummel to join the rest of the group in a general facefault. True enough, nearly every branch on the enormous tree sported a large, red, luscious-looking cluster of berries. The small, squirrel-like local residents that had scattered when the commotion began quickly climbed down and began gorging themselves almost immediately when the noise stopped.

Everyone was so busy watching the scene that no one noticed the even-more-impish-than-usual grin that crossed Xellos’ face…

“Levitation!” cried out four voices simultaneously.

“You’re not leaving me behind!” cried out a fifth voice a heartbeat later. Within minutes, the group was back on the ground, gazing hungrily at an enormous pile of fruit. Several bottles of mead were brought out to compliment the meal. While they ate, Lina amused herself by surreptitiously pouring her own mead into Amelia’s glass so that the princess would have no clue how much alcohol she had consumed.

Xellos watched with undisguised satisfaction as his companions gorged themselves. Apparently the berries were as tasty as they looked. Within minutes they had polished off the entire pile and were licking their fingers in satisfaction. Even the normal caffeine-only diet Zelgadis partook of appeared to have been set aside as he dove in even more greedily than the rest, juice running down his chin freely. Life could indeed be occasionally wonderful, the trickster priest thought to himself. He wandered off to cut himself a nice piece of still-green wood while he waited for the inevitable…

Finally finished, the group relaxed. Amelia let her gaze drift upwards to the branches of the now-denuded tree. The squirrel-creatures were still out, but instead of eating they were – Amelia squinted – they weren’t! Fearing the single glass of mead that she had consumed was blurring her vision, she stood up to get a better look. This was a mistake, because while there was nothing wrong with her vision, standing was certainly problematical. Swaying, she plopped back down on her rear, mumbled something about “unjust squirrels” and calling in a special priest to perform mass wedding rites, then keeled over and passed out.

Lina staggered over. Once she was sure Amelia would be OK, she glanced up into the tree to see if she could figure out what on earth the drunken princess had been going on about. The sorceress was strangely lightheaded herself, but was feeling was way too good to worry about it. When she saw what the squirrels were up to, she began giggling uncontrollably. “Gourry, look! The squirrels are making monkey love!”

Gourry, Sylphiel and Zelgadis looked upwards. Gourry began to laugh hysterically, and even Sylphiel couldn’t completely restrain a refined giggle. Zelgadis, who was a little more coherent (possibly due to the slower absorption rate of his stone body), flushed crimson as he realized what he was seeing and what it meant – to all of them. “Xellos!” he growled in anger and quickly set off down the path the trickster priest had wandered off by, determined to teach the Mazoku one hell of a lesson.

“Lina-san! You can’t!” Sylphiel grabbed the arm of the sorceress just in time to prevent her from casting the fireball that would have put an end to the animals’ lascivious behavior. “What they are doing is perfectly natural! You can’t tell me you and Gourry-sama haven’t…” the shrine maiden’s voice trailed off.

Lina blushed. The hand Sylphiel placed on her arm to restrain her was warm, the touch surprisingly pleasant. “Actually, nothing’s happened.” Lina confessed into her friend’s ear. Impulsively, she covered Sylphiel’s hand with her own. “It’s not that he’s not attractive, but somehow I just can’t bring myself to make the first move. I guess I’m just not that good at being a girl.” she whispered. “But you are, Sylphiel…and you like him, don’t you?”

The tickling of the sorceress’ breath sent a shiver down the taller girl’s spine. Encouraged by the redhead’s compliment, she leaned in closer and gently nipped Lina’s neck before she replied, also with a whisper into the other woman’s ear. “Yes, I have always liked Gourry-sama. But I like you, too. You are very beautiful, Lina-sama.”

Lina’s eyes widened in shock. This was the last thing she’d ever have expected of the demure priestess, but she had to admit Sylphiel had a point: the one and only Lina Inverse was extremely beautiful and it was high time someone noticed and appreciated it. If there were more of that neck-nibbling involved, so much the better. “What do you suggest?” Lina asked.

Shortly afterward, the two women had positioned themselves lying closely on either side of Gourry, who was alternately staring at the fire and looking around for uneaten fruit. Winking across the swordsman’s massive chest at Lina, Sylphiel began lightly stroking Gourry’s hair while Lina traced a line along the outside edge of his thigh armor. Gourry jumped a little in surprise, but before he could say anything Sylphiel captured his lips in a deep kiss. Lina took advantage of the distraction to loosen and remove the warrior’s armor, leaving him only in the blue tunic and leggings he wore underneath. When Sylphiel released the befuddled and now obviously aroused swordsman, Lina took her place at his lips, vaguely wondering how someone normally so slow could excel at all types of physical activity. When the kiss ended, Lina looked down and saw that Sylphiel had raised Gourry’s shirt and was licking and nibbling at his hard little nipples. The sight of her tongue flickering around the tiny nub aroused Lina beyond reason. Sylphiel looked up, saw Lina watching and moved herself along Gourry’s body to capture the sorceress’ lips. Passionately, they embraced more tightly until they were lying right on top of the moaning swordsman. With one hand each explored the other’s body, Sylphiel gently squeezing Lina’s firm, small breast even as Lina stroked one of Sylphiel’s hardened nipples with a light, circular motion. The women’s other hands clasped above Gourry’s erection, joining together to stroke his hardness through the tightening cloth.

Reluctantly, they parted long enough to remove Gourry’s clothing, Sylphiel lifting his shirt above his head while Lina removed his boots, then his pants and boxers, ripping the latter almost beyond even magical repair. Sylphiel guided Gourry’s head to her breasts, while Lina began licking along his inner thigh, gently teasing at his sac before switching sides and moving slowly upward again. Finally, Gourry’s hands began to move, exploring the priestess’ body and stroking Lina’s fiery hair, his hips bucking, begging the sorceress to stop teasing. Lightly, Lina licked along his shaft, stopping to twirl around the head for a moment to taste the salty liquid that was pooling at it’s tip. She then took just the head into her mouth and sucked lightly, enjoying the moan that was ripped out of the helpless man’s throat. Abruptly, she let it go, climbing upward in search of another taste. When she reached Sylphiel, she quickly finished removing the priestess’ disarranged clothing even as Gourry was tearing at her own. Laying the exquisitely formed priestess on her back, Lina began kissing and stroking the lovely body beneath her until she ended up on all fours with her face pressed between Sylphiel’s trembling thighs.

Gourry pressed against her back, his arms wrapped around to Lina’s front, playing with her breasts. If the wonderful hardness Lina felt against her naked backside was any indication, the swordsman was more than happy with their size and shape. As Lina gently probed Sylphiel’s secret place with her tongue, she felt one of Gourry’s arms leave her breast, stroking along her side, around to her ass, then finally, she felt a finger slip inside her own woman’s passage. Although she was a virgin, girls in Lina’s village were encouraged to be properly prepared for the experience. Lina felt no pain even when Gourry slipped in another finger, experimentally stretching her out. She moaned into Sylphiel’s wetness and began licking even harder. She felt Gourry’s full head pushing into her and latched on to Sylphiel’s clit, sucking as Gourry gently eased his way in. With Gourry’s hardness inside her and Sylphiel’s musk overwhelming her, Lina shuddered into climax. Feeling her flesh spasm around his cock made Gourry lose control and he began pounding into Lina’s body. Before she had even recovered from her first orgasm, Lina felt a second approaching and quickly inserted several fingers into Sylphiel, mimicking Gourry’s rhythm even as she licked and sucked furiously. With a cry, Sylphiel came seconds before Gourry. The throbbing inside her combined with the sensation of his seed filling her pushed Lina over the edge yet again. When they finally could move, they separated and collapsed in a heap near the fire.

“That damn Mazoku.” growled Zelgadis as he charged into the woods, following Xellos’ trail easily. Too easily, if he’d stopped and thought about it, but the lust/anger rising inside him had driven him past the bounds of normal rational thought. His entire focus had narrowed to finding the priest and punishing him severely for tricking him into something that caused him feelings he had no chance of relieving due to his misformed body. “He should be the one who suffers for this,” muttered Zel darkly “maybe I’ll just make him…” visions of Xellos on his knees began to flicker through to the forefront of the chimera’s mind just as he finally caught up with the cause of his trouble.

Xellos was sitting cross legged on a particularly soft-looking bed of grass, clad only in his black silk pants. Arranged before him were several strong-looking vines and a nasty switch that appeared to have been recently cut from a birch tree. “It’s about time,” said the Mazoku in an almost sulky tone, “I was beginning to wonder if you’d decided to wake the Princess instead.”

“You did this. Purposely.”

“Of course! This trip was getting way too boring. Aren’t you going to hit me now?” Xellos’ face was taunting, that beautiful body was being flaunted in Zel’s face as if there wasn’t anything Zel could do about it.

If that is what the priest was thinking, he’d have a surprise coming, Zelgadis decided. He walked slowly over to where Xellos sat and slapped him across the face. The Mazoku’s head snapped back. As soon as he recovered, Zelgadis slapped him again even harder. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of Xellos’ mouth and in a voice husky with pleasure he spoke. “The vines are enchanted, Zelgadis-san. Even I would be unable to escape from them if you dare tie me up with them. Of course, I highly doubt you’d know what to do with me even if you had me at your mercy. Why don’t you just run along and see if any of the others would have you?”

It was a challenge the chimera was unable to resist. He slapped the priest again for good measure, then picked up the black vines without a word. Xellos offered no resistance as Zelgadis set to work carefully and methodically. Forced onto all fours, one loop of the restraint encircled the Mazoku’s neck completely. Connected to this were four additional restraints, effectively harnessing his limbs so that too much movement in any direction would cause the ring around his neck to tighten. Zelgadis carefully tested every section of the arrangement for weakness before taking a step back to admire his work.

Xellos’ breathing quickened. Already this was surpassing his fantasy; he could taste the delicious anger radiating from the chimera’s body even as he was rendered helpless. Carefully, he looked up at the chimera whose icy gaze promised worse to come. Stepping forward like a painter adding a finishing touch to a work of art, Zelgadis pulled his sword and sliced the thin silk pants into ribbons that fluttered to the ground. Making certain Xellos could see him, Zelgadis dropped his sword, then deliberately removed his heavy cloak. It was soon followed by his gloves, belt and shirt. Finally, Zel stood right in front of Xellos as he slowly slid his pants over his erection. “You know what I’m going to do to you. But first, you’re going to beg me for it.”

Zel walked over and picked up the switch. Xellos felt his entire body tingle with expectation. He felt the air stir behind him, so he knew roughly where the shaman was, but he did not dare not turn to look.

Zelgadis paused a moment to admire the Mazoku’s smooth skin. Beautiful skin, the kind he had before Rezo had turned him into a monster. It wasn’t fair that the creature trembling before him should be so physically attractive. He traced down Xellos’ spine with the switch, letting the branch run over his tailbone, between his cheeks, lightly brushing his sacs. This creature, who had tricked him into eating those berries. Into losing control.

He lifted the switch and brought it across Xellos’ ass, sparing none of his strength. Xellos whimpered and jerked a little, remembering to hold himself motionless when he felt the restraints begin to tighten. A flash of incredible pleasure/pain assaulted his senses. Zelgadis struck again, and again, and again until Xellos was willing to do anything, promise anything, to get the chimera to fuck him. “Please!” he gasped.

At that word, Zelgadis dropped the switch, knelt down and reached between Xellos’ legs to grasp his penis roughly. Squeezing, he began stroking the heated Mazoku none-too-gently. “You love this, don’t you? If you ask me nicely, I’ll even let you suck me before I have you.”

“Yes. Please. Please let me suck you.” Xellos begged, driven nearly to the edge. Zelgadis laughed softly, an evil tone turning his normally beautiful voice into something that was a promise and a threat at the same time. He knelt in front of the Mazoku, just enough out of reach that Xellos had to hobble forward, barely an inch at a time and fighting the restraints the entire way, to get to him. Finally, he guided himself into the priest’s waiting mouth, thrusting forward unexpectedly so that Xellos had no choice but to take his entire length. Xellos went to it eagerly, centuries worth of experience focused entirely on pleasing the man who had so unexpectedly taken full advantage of this opportunity.

Zelgadis let out a strangled moan as Xellos worked on his flesh. Finally, worried that he would lose his edge by coming too soon, he called out harshly “Stop!” Instantly, Xellos stopped, hoping it was finally time for him to receive his final punishment. Apparently it was, for he soon felt Zelgadis behind him. Without preparing his partner in any way, Zel placed his member, still slick with Xellos’ saliva, at the edge of his opening. Xellos became aware that he was still begging for it, calling Zelgadis’ name and applying as much pressure to the chimera’s shaft as he could. Finally, Zelgadis thrust into him, flooding his body with new sensations of pain, then pleasure as the chimera thrust repeatedly into him, hitting his pleasure spot over and over. He reached down and took Xellos’ member in his hand again, stroking him even as he began to thrust faster and faster. With one last, strangled cry, Xellos came in Zelgadis’ hand. Zel rubbed the liquid all over his Mazoku’s chest as he took the last few strokes before his own release.

Breathing heavily, it took awhile for Zelgadis to recover enough to separate from Xellos’ body. His mind was reeling at what he had done, what he had enjoyed doing. Finally, trembling, he loosened the intricate knots that had bound Xellos and simply waited for the priest to kill him.

To his surprise, Xellos simply sat up and stared at him, wonder showing in his open eyes. “Zelgadis?” he said, softly.

Zel remained frozen, unable to answer. Xellos moved over and carefully settled himself against his lover’s body, running his hand gently over the other’s stone chest. When Zel looked down to follow the movement, the priest gently turned his jaw and kissed him. “You were incredible. Thank you.”

Early the next morning, Amelia woke to a dry throat and spinning head. Glancing up, she saw everything exactly as it should be, her companions all resting peacefully in their respective bedrolls. At that moment, she made a promise never to drink another glass of mead. She helped herself to some water, wishing they’d saved some of those delicious berries for breakfast…

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