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Title: Break with Sweetness
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,321
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Trianna/Denna
Spoilers: Takes place during 2x01 – Marked.
Summary: Denna wants to rejoin the Mord’Sith. Cara and Trianna welcome her home.
Break someone with pain and they’ll obey you. Break someone with sweetness and they’ll love you.
--The First Rule of Mord’Sith
Trianna felt a callused hand caressing her scalp before it worked itself into her braid and jerked her head back. Abruptly, she was separated from Cara’s folds, her tongue numb and swollen in the air. It made her mouth feel oddly incomplete, like she had drunken from a waterskin and not been quenched.
“I think we may finally have found a use for that tongue of yours,” Cara said with arch satisfaction, before spreading her legs wider and releasing Trianna. Trianna licked her lips and delved back between Cara’s smooth thighs.
She’d been bent over Cara’s desk, polishing the ancient wood when she’d felt a hand squeezing her buttocks like it was ripe fruit. That had started the fire she despised. For a Mord’Sith, life was discipline. Discipline was the first and foremost service to Lord Rahl. Cara took away her discipline. Made her a wild, ravenous animal with just a touch. Trianna hated that usurpation of Lord Rahl’s rightful place in her life. Hated it as much as she lived for it.
“Is there anything else you need clean?” Trianna had asked, the subtle sarcasm in her voice the only rebellion she allowed herself.
“Mmm,” Cara had moaned, a little noise that struck Trianna like a blow. Her hands had rounded Trianna’s hips with the wild electricity of leather against leather, then settled against her mound where they had conjured up feelings of need that Trianna could not believe came from her own flesh. “I do believe you have some mopping to do. Some place you’ve made very wet.”
Trianna couldn’t fool Cara, couldn’t make her advances unwelcome no matter how hard she tried. Her fingers had trembled with wild need as she’d unlaced Cara’s armor; her tongue had moved over dry lips as she took in the sight of the smooth, muscled wonder that was Cara’s body. Other Mord’Sith had scars, but only those with permission could touch Cara’s body. Everyone else fell before her in that beautiful pain that made Trianna’s heart race to remember.
Undressing Cara had taken an eternity, but Trianna would not allow herself to fall upon her like some starving animal, even when her wet slit was revealed, its sweet scent filling the air. Finally Cara had sat down, her soft nudity contrasting wickedly with the stiff-backed chair, and Trianna had impishly undone her braid. Cara didn’t move to stop her. She wanted this as badly as Trianna; a small comfort.
Then her world became an adrenaline ride of tastes and moans, all the intimacy of combat or breaking without the safeguards, the things held back. She was sucked down into Cara’s pleasure, obsessed with it, devouring every moan in turn like they were courses at a feast.
Then Cara was hoisting her away from it again, jerking her back by her braid like a dog on her leash, and Trianna wanted more than anything to be back there, she’d let Cara rip the hair from her scalp if she could.
“Yes, Rikka?” Cara asked, casually pinning Trianna’s head within her legs, forcing her to stay inches away from her folds, unable to either go forward or back.
The Mord’Sith hesitated before speaking, and Trianna knew she was staring at the spectacle of one of her sisters, a full mistress, held on her knees like a common slave. “My lady, it’s Denna. She’s returned.”
“Mmm,” Cara purred, running one finger along Trianna’s sweaty brow, plucking at a band of hair that had escaped her braid and stuck to her forehead. “Denna…”
Cara took out her Agiel, held even in lovemaking on a band around her waist, and touched it to her belly. Trianna felt the magic’s release reverberating down Cara’s legs and into her jaw, making her teeth chatter. Then Cara stroked the Agiel down her body. Trianna clenched her teeth at being robbed of her prize, the moment when all the power was hers and Cara could only beg for salvation, given to a damned Agiel.
Most people thought the Agiel just inflicted pain. They were wrong. Its magic forced pure emotion into the nerves, something most people couldn’t handle. Their minds interpreted it as pain. Only those with training could appreciate the intricacies of the Agiel’s touch, could get past the bloody first taste and savor the burn. Cara was one of them.
Cara jerked the Agiel inside, right in front of Trianna, and her entire body clenched, eyes shutting, poised on the brink of eruption. Then she sighed explosively. Her juices slapped Trianna. The brunette licked them from her mouth when Cara turned her attention away, back to the patient Rikka.
“Strip her down and tie her up,” Cara smirked. “We’ll have to give her a proper welcome. Trianna, wipe yourself off and dress me. Rikka, assist her.”
***
It seemed to take hours. Rikka was so chipper and eager to help that it made Trianna sick. She knew Rikka could smell their fucking all over them, was going to run off to tell her friends as soon as they were done. Cara knew it too. She let Rikka tighten her holster around her waist, then told Trianna to put her Agiel in. It was still dripping, and for a moment Trianna wondered what Cara would do if she stopped to lick it before holstering it. Probably smile. She smiled about everything.
Finally, they were walking down the corridor to the bloodletting chamber. It was a rarely used room, kept pristine for any Mord’Sith who might need it. There, they could renew their devotion to Lord Rahl. Usually, a sister only used it when they received their Agiel, and surrendered their virginity to it to forge an undying link between woman and weapon.
Cara walked indulgently slow, letting Trianna lead the way. At last they were at the door. Cara slammed into Trianna’s back, pressing her against the wood before she could open it.
“I love the way you walk,” she said, before her teeth dragged at the back of Trianna’s neck. Then she tucked a lock of dark hair back into Trianna’s braid and stepped back.
Trianna hoped her flushed face wasn’t noticeable as she opened the door.
Under the supervision of eight Mord’Sith guards, Denna hung there, naked of course, her hair wild and unkempt, falling down to her breasts. Trianna felt her gullet rise. A Mord’Sith, reduced to this. It was disgusting.
“Denna. You’re home.” Cara walked up to the exile and gave her a mockingly sweet kiss on the cheek. “What took you so long?”
“I heard that you lead the Mord’Sith now.” For all her flaws, Denna still had the poise of a Mord’Sith. She fixed Cara with a level stare. “Is it true?”
“Quite.” Cara brought her Agiel out, patted it on the palm of her free hand. “So, now that Lord Rahl is dead, you want to submit to me?”
Denna stared at the Agiel hungrily. “Very much so, mistress.”
Cara looked at Trianna with equal hunger. “I think I’ve found another way for you to please me, Trianna. Make Denna feel at home.”
Cara stepped away, sitting down on a nearby stool. Trianna felt her eyes, and those of every Mord’Sith in the room, on her. She walked up to Denna and slapped her hard.
“Yes,” Denna muttered as she turned back to face Trianna, shaking the hair away from the reddened mark on her cheek like it was a badge of honor. “Punish me. I deserve it.” Her voice was low and honeyed, and despite herself, Trianna felt herself blush. Cara had spoken that way to her own, before it became obvious it was only an act. One Trianna had no time for.
Trianna slapped Denna again, giving Denna’s face some symmetry, then locked her hand around Denna’s throat and squeezed. “I think you’ve lost your taste for the Agiel.” She held hers up, the contours of her rod looking flatly intimidating by torchlight. Then she tapped it to Denna’s chin, giving her a wincing sample of its magic. “Suck it. Suck on it or I’ll put it in dry.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cara restlessly rubbing her Agiel over her crotch. Denna saw it too. She was rubbing her thighs together, concealing a small smile behind the ragged hair falling over her face.
“Put it in,” she whispered, and Trianna fumed as she forced it down Denna’s throat. Did she think this was a game!? Her readmission to the Mord’Sith was no mere formality for her to get through! If Trianna wanted, she could kill her right there, in front of everyone, and pretend it was just an accident.
Denna’s eyes widened in surprise and she gurgled most attractively, meriting a fierce smile from Trianna. Then her eyes clouded over with lust and her lips closed, caressing the Agiel as she suckled from it. Trianna watched in horror as Denna eagerly took the Agiel deep into her throat.
“You should be more careful with your Agiel,” Cara jibed from the sidelines. “You might not get that back for a while.” Her voice was heavy with lust.
Trianna began working the Agiel deeper into Denna’s mouth, in and out like a piston, while her other hand pinched one of Denna’s nipples, twisting it savagely. Denna’s back arced, thrusting her chest out into Trianna’s touch. Trianna suddenly had a vision of pulling away her Agiel and devouring Denna’s lips herself, forgoing even the pretense of punishment. It shocked into realizing she had very nearly been seduced by the wanton girl.
It was no secret Denna had been one of the greatest Mord’Sith. Any pain she experienced in the course of her duty was like pleasure to her. Trianna pulled her Agiel all the way out of Denna’s mouth, finding nearly its entire length coated with saliva. She raised an eyebrow, impressed by Denna’s skill.
Nearby, Cara was shifting in her seat, mauling the body of a Mord’Sith who had sat down next to her. Trianna watched as she whispered into the redhead’s ear, squeezing her shoulder fondly. It made her feel something akin to jealousy.
Denna was still staring at the Agiel. Her panting had nothing to do with catching her breath. “Take me now, my mistress,” she pleaded.
Trianna stared at Denna, feeling more aroused than she had been the night Cara had put her on the rack, spending hours alternating between writing orders and licking her body, keeping her on the cusp of orgasm for endless minutes and then pausing to receive a guest, diligently hearing her sister’s reports as Trianna hung there, trying to will herself to orgasm.
“You want me to fuck you?” Trianna asked, unable to summon up a shield of disgust.
“You want to fuck me,” Denna replied, and like it was an order, Trianna felt her own wetness rubbing at her, trapped by the tight leather at her groin. She slapped Denna again, a backhand that left her lip bloody. Then she grabbed Denna by the hair and kissed her, sucking at the cut, enjoying the tiny sounds of pain she was forcing out of the blonde.
She heard Cara get up, her boots tapping across the stone floor. Then Cara’s lips were at her throat, lavishing her pulse point with affection before her teeth dragged at it. “Give her what she wants,” Cara breathed with the flavor of an order. “She is our sister, after all.”
The reminder infuriated Trianna. She put her free hand at the small of Denna’s back, lifting her hips, then drove the Agiel in as hard as she could. Denna was so wet that it was like she was sucking it in. The magic flooded her body, forcing her mouth open like it had to have an escape route, making her eyes flutter as she tried to stay conscious.
“It’s so big...!” Denna moaned, actually trying to fuck against the Agiel even though she had no leverage. “So much!”
Trianna felt her teeth clenching like they had no intention of separating. “Make her shut up,” she begged Cara. “Make it hurt.”
Cara smiled as she unsheathed her Agiel. “If even you can’t break her, then I suppose she’s fit to wear our leather once more.”
Trianna’s teeth were going to crack under the pressure she was putting on them. “I’m not—I only just—!”
Cara held her Agiel up to Trianna’s lips. “I need it to be wet.”
Trianna thrust her Agiel as hard as she could into Denna as she parted her lips and brought them down on Cara’s Agiel. The flavor was intoxicating, old blood and old pain, blended so deliciously with sweat and leather. And the magic felt incredible as it hit her taste buds, making her feel like she was supping on some gluttinous meal.
Cara watched in sublime approval, caressing Denna’s heaving body, bringing the hard leather of her gloves down to Denna’s clit. She circled it a few times, putting her hand on Denna’s thigh to feel the vibration from Trianna fucking her, then she touched the Agiel itself, letting the magic sting her fingers.
Denna stared at Cara, resting her chin on the Mord’Sith’s shoulder as she convulsed. “My mistress, it would be an honor to serve you.” She bit down on her words as Trianna brought her Agiel to a new angle, thrusting it even deeper inside her. “But if you would give me your blessing first, I will repay it ten times over!”
Cara bit her lip. She didn’t have time for this. The Fourth Battalion was arriving soon. She had assumed she could just leave Trianna to train Denna for a while, but obviously, this was a much rarer opportunity. She turned to one of the eagerly watching Mord’Sith. “Nyda, tell the Fourth Battalion to make camp. I am engaged in crucial affairs of state and cannot review their orders until morning.”
Nyda forced herself to stand, wobbling like her legs didn’t quite work.
“Then you may return here,” Cara added. “And bring some friends. Tell them Trianna and Denna will be demonstrating the proper way to show respect for your superiors.”
Nyda’s footsteps faded quickly as she ran as fast as she could.
Cara gave Denna a smile. Then she pinned her clit down with a finger.
“Oh yes, please mistress! Please let me come! I love it! I love you!”
Trianna’s head bobbed on Cara’s Agiel so fast that her braid swung behind her, her body making the same plea that Denna was. Cara gave her the same smile before licking the sweat from her cheek. They heard a gasp go up from the assembled Mord’Sith, a vibration of sheer excitement going through the room.
Cara slowly extracted the Agiel from Trianna’s mouth. The brunette had left teethmarks on it. Trianna gazed at it with undisguised need, and Cara practically waved it at her as she circled around Denna, stopping behind her. Her leatherclad hand traced over the flexing muscles of Denna’s back, stopping at the apple of her ass. She gave it a pinch, and was pleased to see Denna jump even as her cunt was in the process of being pilfered by Trianna’s Agiel.
“Spread her, Trianna.”
The brunnette nearly laughed aloud as she dug her fingers into Denna’s ass, hard enough to maul the soft, rounded flesh, and exposed her to Cara.
Cara laid her Agiel on Denna’s shoulder, pointed at Trianna. “Do you want it?”
“Yes, mistress!” Denna cried out, louder now, like her body was unable to contain the feelings within her.
“It doesn’t matter what you want,” Cara lectured calmly before kissing the back of Denna’s neck. “It matters what I want.” She kissed Denna’s cheek, enflaming the tender handprint Trianna’s slap had left.
Somehow, with reserves any Mord’Sith could aspire to, Denna lowered her head respectfully and brought her voice to an even tone. “What do you want, my mistress?”
Cara brushed her smile over Denna’s other cheek, her hand gently turning Denna’s head until she could reach her lips. “I want you to come.”
And as she kissed her, Cara jammed the Agiel into Denna’s ass. Denna broke the kiss, gasping like she was being strangled. Cara pushed the Agiel further in, watching Denna’s asshole stretch for it with an almost innocent curiosity. Denna’s body tensed, each muscle standing out, and her eyes bulged and her breathing grew more breathless, as if her lungs were shrinking.
Trianna helped, mercilessly driving her own Agiel into Denna in time with Cara, trying to build up a rhythm so Denna would have no relief, an Agiel inside her at all times. Her face finally flashed with satisfaction as she saw Denna lose all control. The blonde yelled, pitching between pleasure and agony in the same breath.
"Ow! No! Too much! It hurts!” Biting her lip, she looked back at Cara with a Mord’Sith’s eyes, taking the pain, loving it. Her next words were practically perfumed. “But it’s so good, mistress.”
Nyda returned with more Mord’Sith to crowd the room, trying to get a good view without drawing Cara’s ire. A wall of red leather surrounded the three, like the bloodletting chamber had caught fire.
Cara jammed the Agiel in another two inches, all at once, and Denna’s shout got caught in her throat. Then she relaxed, breathing out a contented sigh as she eased herself back, filling her asshole with Cara’s Agiel. A soft groan puffed across Trianna’s face as Denna came, her orgasm wetting Trianna’s glove.
Enraged, Trianna brought her gleaming glove up to Denna’s throat. “You got your dirty little juices on my leather.”
Cara kissed Denna’s neck affectionately. “Are you going to punish her, Trianna?”
“No,” Trianna lied. “I’m just going to let her know what she tastes like.” She held her fingers up to Denna’s parched lips. Cara stopped her, a strong hand clasping around her wrist like iron, then drawing her glove to her own moist lips. Trianna felt her cunt spasm as Cara took them in her mouth, sucking Denna’s juices off her own fingers.
“Oh yes,” Denna choked out in a ragged whisper "I taste good, do I not, sister?”
Cara stepped around Denna, leaving her Agiel embedded in Denna’s ass, to press against Trianna like dancers after the music had started. “I’ll be the judge of that.” She took Trianna’s hands and draped them over her neck guard, then moved her fingers to Trianna’s own collar. Breathlessly, Trianna began to undress her mistress, even as Cara exposed her.
Denna hung there, gritting her teeth as the Agiels continued to wrack her body with their work, her cream now running down her thighs. “Please, sisters, let me join you! I will reward your faith in me!”
Trianna smirked triumphantly at her as she unbuckled Cara’s neck guard. “We serve at the pleasure of our mistress.”
Cara raised Trianna’s hand to her mouth and tore the glove away with her teeth. She stared at Trianna’s exposed hand for a moment, her long and callused fingers. “We’ve induced many Mord’Sith while you’ve been away, Denna. Perhaps you’d like to meet them while Trianna and I make ourselves comfortable. Berdine, Raina, Nyda, show Denna what you’ve learned.”
The Mord’Sith stepped forward eagerly, tightening their gloves, one of them unsheathing her Agiel for Denna’s lovely mouth. Trianna bent to pull off Cara’s boots, looking back as often as she could to see Denna’s sweet torture. Cara had the better view, of course, but Trianna was closer, and she could hear every little smack as their lips pulled at Denna’s flesh.
As Cara pulled on her braid, forcing her attention back on her task, Trianna couldn’t help but wonder if those had been Denna’s teeth she’d seen, gleaming in a victorious smile.
Title: Break with Sweetness
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,321
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Trianna/Denna
Spoilers: Takes place during 2x01 – Marked.
Summary: Denna wants to rejoin the Mord’Sith. Cara and Trianna welcome her home.
Break someone with pain and they’ll obey you. Break someone with sweetness and they’ll love you.
--The First Rule of Mord’Sith
Trianna felt a callused hand caressing her scalp before it worked itself into her braid and jerked her head back. Abruptly, she was separated from Cara’s folds, her tongue numb and swollen in the air. It made her mouth feel oddly incomplete, like she had drunken from a waterskin and not been quenched.
“I think we may finally have found a use for that tongue of yours,” Cara said with arch satisfaction, before spreading her legs wider and releasing Trianna. Trianna licked her lips and delved back between Cara’s smooth thighs.
She’d been bent over Cara’s desk, polishing the ancient wood when she’d felt a hand squeezing her buttocks like it was ripe fruit. That had started the fire she despised. For a Mord’Sith, life was discipline. Discipline was the first and foremost service to Lord Rahl. Cara took away her discipline. Made her a wild, ravenous animal with just a touch. Trianna hated that usurpation of Lord Rahl’s rightful place in her life. Hated it as much as she lived for it.
“Is there anything else you need clean?” Trianna had asked, the subtle sarcasm in her voice the only rebellion she allowed herself.
“Mmm,” Cara had moaned, a little noise that struck Trianna like a blow. Her hands had rounded Trianna’s hips with the wild electricity of leather against leather, then settled against her mound where they had conjured up feelings of need that Trianna could not believe came from her own flesh. “I do believe you have some mopping to do. Some place you’ve made very wet.”
Trianna couldn’t fool Cara, couldn’t make her advances unwelcome no matter how hard she tried. Her fingers had trembled with wild need as she’d unlaced Cara’s armor; her tongue had moved over dry lips as she took in the sight of the smooth, muscled wonder that was Cara’s body. Other Mord’Sith had scars, but only those with permission could touch Cara’s body. Everyone else fell before her in that beautiful pain that made Trianna’s heart race to remember.
Undressing Cara had taken an eternity, but Trianna would not allow herself to fall upon her like some starving animal, even when her wet slit was revealed, its sweet scent filling the air. Finally Cara had sat down, her soft nudity contrasting wickedly with the stiff-backed chair, and Trianna had impishly undone her braid. Cara didn’t move to stop her. She wanted this as badly as Trianna; a small comfort.
Then her world became an adrenaline ride of tastes and moans, all the intimacy of combat or breaking without the safeguards, the things held back. She was sucked down into Cara’s pleasure, obsessed with it, devouring every moan in turn like they were courses at a feast.
Then Cara was hoisting her away from it again, jerking her back by her braid like a dog on her leash, and Trianna wanted more than anything to be back there, she’d let Cara rip the hair from her scalp if she could.
“Yes, Rikka?” Cara asked, casually pinning Trianna’s head within her legs, forcing her to stay inches away from her folds, unable to either go forward or back.
The Mord’Sith hesitated before speaking, and Trianna knew she was staring at the spectacle of one of her sisters, a full mistress, held on her knees like a common slave. “My lady, it’s Denna. She’s returned.”
“Mmm,” Cara purred, running one finger along Trianna’s sweaty brow, plucking at a band of hair that had escaped her braid and stuck to her forehead. “Denna…”
Cara took out her Agiel, held even in lovemaking on a band around her waist, and touched it to her belly. Trianna felt the magic’s release reverberating down Cara’s legs and into her jaw, making her teeth chatter. Then Cara stroked the Agiel down her body. Trianna clenched her teeth at being robbed of her prize, the moment when all the power was hers and Cara could only beg for salvation, given to a damned Agiel.
Most people thought the Agiel just inflicted pain. They were wrong. Its magic forced pure emotion into the nerves, something most people couldn’t handle. Their minds interpreted it as pain. Only those with training could appreciate the intricacies of the Agiel’s touch, could get past the bloody first taste and savor the burn. Cara was one of them.
Cara jerked the Agiel inside, right in front of Trianna, and her entire body clenched, eyes shutting, poised on the brink of eruption. Then she sighed explosively. Her juices slapped Trianna. The brunette licked them from her mouth when Cara turned her attention away, back to the patient Rikka.
“Strip her down and tie her up,” Cara smirked. “We’ll have to give her a proper welcome. Trianna, wipe yourself off and dress me. Rikka, assist her.”
***
It seemed to take hours. Rikka was so chipper and eager to help that it made Trianna sick. She knew Rikka could smell their fucking all over them, was going to run off to tell her friends as soon as they were done. Cara knew it too. She let Rikka tighten her holster around her waist, then told Trianna to put her Agiel in. It was still dripping, and for a moment Trianna wondered what Cara would do if she stopped to lick it before holstering it. Probably smile. She smiled about everything.
Finally, they were walking down the corridor to the bloodletting chamber. It was a rarely used room, kept pristine for any Mord’Sith who might need it. There, they could renew their devotion to Lord Rahl. Usually, a sister only used it when they received their Agiel, and surrendered their virginity to it to forge an undying link between woman and weapon.
Cara walked indulgently slow, letting Trianna lead the way. At last they were at the door. Cara slammed into Trianna’s back, pressing her against the wood before she could open it.
“I love the way you walk,” she said, before her teeth dragged at the back of Trianna’s neck. Then she tucked a lock of dark hair back into Trianna’s braid and stepped back.
Trianna hoped her flushed face wasn’t noticeable as she opened the door.
Under the supervision of eight Mord’Sith guards, Denna hung there, naked of course, her hair wild and unkempt, falling down to her breasts. Trianna felt her gullet rise. A Mord’Sith, reduced to this. It was disgusting.
“Denna. You’re home.” Cara walked up to the exile and gave her a mockingly sweet kiss on the cheek. “What took you so long?”
“I heard that you lead the Mord’Sith now.” For all her flaws, Denna still had the poise of a Mord’Sith. She fixed Cara with a level stare. “Is it true?”
“Quite.” Cara brought her Agiel out, patted it on the palm of her free hand. “So, now that Lord Rahl is dead, you want to submit to me?”
Denna stared at the Agiel hungrily. “Very much so, mistress.”
Cara looked at Trianna with equal hunger. “I think I’ve found another way for you to please me, Trianna. Make Denna feel at home.”
Cara stepped away, sitting down on a nearby stool. Trianna felt her eyes, and those of every Mord’Sith in the room, on her. She walked up to Denna and slapped her hard.
“Yes,” Denna muttered as she turned back to face Trianna, shaking the hair away from the reddened mark on her cheek like it was a badge of honor. “Punish me. I deserve it.” Her voice was low and honeyed, and despite herself, Trianna felt herself blush. Cara had spoken that way to her own, before it became obvious it was only an act. One Trianna had no time for.
Trianna slapped Denna again, giving Denna’s face some symmetry, then locked her hand around Denna’s throat and squeezed. “I think you’ve lost your taste for the Agiel.” She held hers up, the contours of her rod looking flatly intimidating by torchlight. Then she tapped it to Denna’s chin, giving her a wincing sample of its magic. “Suck it. Suck on it or I’ll put it in dry.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cara restlessly rubbing her Agiel over her crotch. Denna saw it too. She was rubbing her thighs together, concealing a small smile behind the ragged hair falling over her face.
“Put it in,” she whispered, and Trianna fumed as she forced it down Denna’s throat. Did she think this was a game!? Her readmission to the Mord’Sith was no mere formality for her to get through! If Trianna wanted, she could kill her right there, in front of everyone, and pretend it was just an accident.
Denna’s eyes widened in surprise and she gurgled most attractively, meriting a fierce smile from Trianna. Then her eyes clouded over with lust and her lips closed, caressing the Agiel as she suckled from it. Trianna watched in horror as Denna eagerly took the Agiel deep into her throat.
“You should be more careful with your Agiel,” Cara jibed from the sidelines. “You might not get that back for a while.” Her voice was heavy with lust.
Trianna began working the Agiel deeper into Denna’s mouth, in and out like a piston, while her other hand pinched one of Denna’s nipples, twisting it savagely. Denna’s back arced, thrusting her chest out into Trianna’s touch. Trianna suddenly had a vision of pulling away her Agiel and devouring Denna’s lips herself, forgoing even the pretense of punishment. It shocked into realizing she had very nearly been seduced by the wanton girl.
It was no secret Denna had been one of the greatest Mord’Sith. Any pain she experienced in the course of her duty was like pleasure to her. Trianna pulled her Agiel all the way out of Denna’s mouth, finding nearly its entire length coated with saliva. She raised an eyebrow, impressed by Denna’s skill.
Nearby, Cara was shifting in her seat, mauling the body of a Mord’Sith who had sat down next to her. Trianna watched as she whispered into the redhead’s ear, squeezing her shoulder fondly. It made her feel something akin to jealousy.
Denna was still staring at the Agiel. Her panting had nothing to do with catching her breath. “Take me now, my mistress,” she pleaded.
Trianna stared at Denna, feeling more aroused than she had been the night Cara had put her on the rack, spending hours alternating between writing orders and licking her body, keeping her on the cusp of orgasm for endless minutes and then pausing to receive a guest, diligently hearing her sister’s reports as Trianna hung there, trying to will herself to orgasm.
“You want me to fuck you?” Trianna asked, unable to summon up a shield of disgust.
“You want to fuck me,” Denna replied, and like it was an order, Trianna felt her own wetness rubbing at her, trapped by the tight leather at her groin. She slapped Denna again, a backhand that left her lip bloody. Then she grabbed Denna by the hair and kissed her, sucking at the cut, enjoying the tiny sounds of pain she was forcing out of the blonde.
She heard Cara get up, her boots tapping across the stone floor. Then Cara’s lips were at her throat, lavishing her pulse point with affection before her teeth dragged at it. “Give her what she wants,” Cara breathed with the flavor of an order. “She is our sister, after all.”
The reminder infuriated Trianna. She put her free hand at the small of Denna’s back, lifting her hips, then drove the Agiel in as hard as she could. Denna was so wet that it was like she was sucking it in. The magic flooded her body, forcing her mouth open like it had to have an escape route, making her eyes flutter as she tried to stay conscious.
“It’s so big...!” Denna moaned, actually trying to fuck against the Agiel even though she had no leverage. “So much!”
Trianna felt her teeth clenching like they had no intention of separating. “Make her shut up,” she begged Cara. “Make it hurt.”
Cara smiled as she unsheathed her Agiel. “If even you can’t break her, then I suppose she’s fit to wear our leather once more.”
Trianna’s teeth were going to crack under the pressure she was putting on them. “I’m not—I only just—!”
Cara held her Agiel up to Trianna’s lips. “I need it to be wet.”
Trianna thrust her Agiel as hard as she could into Denna as she parted her lips and brought them down on Cara’s Agiel. The flavor was intoxicating, old blood and old pain, blended so deliciously with sweat and leather. And the magic felt incredible as it hit her taste buds, making her feel like she was supping on some gluttinous meal.
Cara watched in sublime approval, caressing Denna’s heaving body, bringing the hard leather of her gloves down to Denna’s clit. She circled it a few times, putting her hand on Denna’s thigh to feel the vibration from Trianna fucking her, then she touched the Agiel itself, letting the magic sting her fingers.
Denna stared at Cara, resting her chin on the Mord’Sith’s shoulder as she convulsed. “My mistress, it would be an honor to serve you.” She bit down on her words as Trianna brought her Agiel to a new angle, thrusting it even deeper inside her. “But if you would give me your blessing first, I will repay it ten times over!”
Cara bit her lip. She didn’t have time for this. The Fourth Battalion was arriving soon. She had assumed she could just leave Trianna to train Denna for a while, but obviously, this was a much rarer opportunity. She turned to one of the eagerly watching Mord’Sith. “Nyda, tell the Fourth Battalion to make camp. I am engaged in crucial affairs of state and cannot review their orders until morning.”
Nyda forced herself to stand, wobbling like her legs didn’t quite work.
“Then you may return here,” Cara added. “And bring some friends. Tell them Trianna and Denna will be demonstrating the proper way to show respect for your superiors.”
Nyda’s footsteps faded quickly as she ran as fast as she could.
Cara gave Denna a smile. Then she pinned her clit down with a finger.
“Oh yes, please mistress! Please let me come! I love it! I love you!”
Trianna’s head bobbed on Cara’s Agiel so fast that her braid swung behind her, her body making the same plea that Denna was. Cara gave her the same smile before licking the sweat from her cheek. They heard a gasp go up from the assembled Mord’Sith, a vibration of sheer excitement going through the room.
Cara slowly extracted the Agiel from Trianna’s mouth. The brunette had left teethmarks on it. Trianna gazed at it with undisguised need, and Cara practically waved it at her as she circled around Denna, stopping behind her. Her leatherclad hand traced over the flexing muscles of Denna’s back, stopping at the apple of her ass. She gave it a pinch, and was pleased to see Denna jump even as her cunt was in the process of being pilfered by Trianna’s Agiel.
“Spread her, Trianna.”
The brunnette nearly laughed aloud as she dug her fingers into Denna’s ass, hard enough to maul the soft, rounded flesh, and exposed her to Cara.
Cara laid her Agiel on Denna’s shoulder, pointed at Trianna. “Do you want it?”
“Yes, mistress!” Denna cried out, louder now, like her body was unable to contain the feelings within her.
“It doesn’t matter what you want,” Cara lectured calmly before kissing the back of Denna’s neck. “It matters what I want.” She kissed Denna’s cheek, enflaming the tender handprint Trianna’s slap had left.
Somehow, with reserves any Mord’Sith could aspire to, Denna lowered her head respectfully and brought her voice to an even tone. “What do you want, my mistress?”
Cara brushed her smile over Denna’s other cheek, her hand gently turning Denna’s head until she could reach her lips. “I want you to come.”
And as she kissed her, Cara jammed the Agiel into Denna’s ass. Denna broke the kiss, gasping like she was being strangled. Cara pushed the Agiel further in, watching Denna’s asshole stretch for it with an almost innocent curiosity. Denna’s body tensed, each muscle standing out, and her eyes bulged and her breathing grew more breathless, as if her lungs were shrinking.
Trianna helped, mercilessly driving her own Agiel into Denna in time with Cara, trying to build up a rhythm so Denna would have no relief, an Agiel inside her at all times. Her face finally flashed with satisfaction as she saw Denna lose all control. The blonde yelled, pitching between pleasure and agony in the same breath.
"Ow! No! Too much! It hurts!” Biting her lip, she looked back at Cara with a Mord’Sith’s eyes, taking the pain, loving it. Her next words were practically perfumed. “But it’s so good, mistress.”
Nyda returned with more Mord’Sith to crowd the room, trying to get a good view without drawing Cara’s ire. A wall of red leather surrounded the three, like the bloodletting chamber had caught fire.
Cara jammed the Agiel in another two inches, all at once, and Denna’s shout got caught in her throat. Then she relaxed, breathing out a contented sigh as she eased herself back, filling her asshole with Cara’s Agiel. A soft groan puffed across Trianna’s face as Denna came, her orgasm wetting Trianna’s glove.
Enraged, Trianna brought her gleaming glove up to Denna’s throat. “You got your dirty little juices on my leather.”
Cara kissed Denna’s neck affectionately. “Are you going to punish her, Trianna?”
“No,” Trianna lied. “I’m just going to let her know what she tastes like.” She held her fingers up to Denna’s parched lips. Cara stopped her, a strong hand clasping around her wrist like iron, then drawing her glove to her own moist lips. Trianna felt her cunt spasm as Cara took them in her mouth, sucking Denna’s juices off her own fingers.
“Oh yes,” Denna choked out in a ragged whisper "I taste good, do I not, sister?”
Cara stepped around Denna, leaving her Agiel embedded in Denna’s ass, to press against Trianna like dancers after the music had started. “I’ll be the judge of that.” She took Trianna’s hands and draped them over her neck guard, then moved her fingers to Trianna’s own collar. Breathlessly, Trianna began to undress her mistress, even as Cara exposed her.
Denna hung there, gritting her teeth as the Agiels continued to wrack her body with their work, her cream now running down her thighs. “Please, sisters, let me join you! I will reward your faith in me!”
Trianna smirked triumphantly at her as she unbuckled Cara’s neck guard. “We serve at the pleasure of our mistress.”
Cara raised Trianna’s hand to her mouth and tore the glove away with her teeth. She stared at Trianna’s exposed hand for a moment, her long and callused fingers. “We’ve induced many Mord’Sith while you’ve been away, Denna. Perhaps you’d like to meet them while Trianna and I make ourselves comfortable. Berdine, Raina, Nyda, show Denna what you’ve learned.”
The Mord’Sith stepped forward eagerly, tightening their gloves, one of them unsheathing her Agiel for Denna’s lovely mouth. Trianna bent to pull off Cara’s boots, looking back as often as she could to see Denna’s sweet torture. Cara had the better view, of course, but Trianna was closer, and she could hear every little smack as their lips pulled at Denna’s flesh.
As Cara pulled on her braid, forcing her attention back on her task, Trianna couldn’t help but wonder if those had been Denna’s teeth she’d seen, gleaming in a victorious smile.
