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LotS PWP: To Serve Others Is To Serve Yourself (Cara/Kahlan)
Title: To Serve Others Is To Serve Yourself
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,997
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Warnings: Spoilers for 2x16 – Desecrated. Fight!sex with biting and slapping and Cara.
Summary: Kahlan is convinced that Cara sees her as more than a friend. But when Cara won’t admit it, Kahlan decides to get persuasive.
“You’re more than just a friend to me, Cara.”
Cara gave Kahlan a look and decided to be extra herself to compensate for all the things she had flagrantly felt in that tomb. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
Kahlan smirked coolly at her. She had secured the room’s chair and was reclining in her regal yet relaxed manner, legs crossed, hands folded in her lap. Cara kept her eyes straight ahead instead of detouring to Kahlan’s arms, thinking of the strength in them, how hard she could hit. In her corset and skirt, everything about Kahlan was… more so. She had taken off her dress so the stable boy could wash it, since the inn could do that, but not give them more than two rooms. Elsewhere, Richard and Zedd were probably getting drunk on cider and talking about armor by now.
“I think I do, actually.”
Cara shifted on her feet. Behind her back, her hands clasped even tighter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Perhaps we should get you to a healer. Who knows what effect oxygen deprivation could have on someone who isn’t as strong as a Mord’Sith?”
“Cara, come over here.”
Cara eyed her with the same distrust she used for poison ivy.
Kahlan beckoned her on. “I won’t bite.”
Cara slid up to Kahlan, leaning over her, Ving her arms on the chair’s armrests. “Pity.”
Kahlan smiled, amused. Her eyes washed over Cara’s face, down to the cleavage she brazenly displayed to Kahlan, then back up. The smile never left her face. “You’re in love with me, aren’t you?”
Cara reared back, but Kahlan was ready for her. She latched onto Cara’s hand, holding her tight. Cara slapped the handle of her Agiel. She didn’t draw it, but she let her fingers tighten comfortably on its hilt. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“In the tomb, you wanted to say it. You said we were friends, but you meant I was more than a friend to you. Isn’t that right?”
“You’re an incurable romantic. You should save that for Richard; he likes that sort of thing.”
Kahlan pulled her down to her knees. “What makes you think I don’t feel the same way?”
Cara looked up at Kahlan, knowing she was letting her feelings show and unable to stop herself. She breathed in and out before casting her head down. “You are the Lord Rahl’s mate. I am sworn to protect you, but I could never come between the two of you. Any more than you could neglect your duty.”
Cara’s captive hand was guided to Kahlan’s thigh, just short of where she’d be wet and warm. “This isn’t about duty, Cara. Or ownership, or possession. I’m sure I’ll have some affection left over for Richard after I’m done with you.” Kahlan’s voice was rich with amusement.
Cara’s mouth twisted. Kahlan was treating this like a game! “And what makes you think I would even want a Confessor staining my leather?”
Kahlan released Cara’s hand. It stayed locked on Kahlan’s thigh, the fingers imperceptibly tightening on the flesh. Cara’s exhale was audible. It was a release just to be touching her.
“I’m not just a Confessor. I’m your friend. I can read you. I can tell what makes you burn.”
Without another word, Kahlan flung Cara to the floor. Cara sprang back up, muscles tensing for battle. Kahlan was waiting for her, a cocky grin lighting up her face. She backhanded Cara so hard that the Mord’Sith sprawled across the floorboards, tasting blood and feeling arousal knot up her body.
“Cara,” Kahlan said, sing-song. “I’m waiting.”
In an instant, Cara was up and ramming Kahlan against the wall, then jamming her knee up hard enough for the wood to creak behind Kahlan. She would make her want it, make her beg. “Bitch.”
Still smiling, Kahlan grabbed Cara by the hair and swung her toward the dresser. Cara’s legs collided with the edge and she tipped over, hips landing on top of it. The floorboards creaked with Kahlan’s stampede toward her, and just the sound of those boots stomping up and down made Cara feel like a leather strap being tightened.
Kahlan took her by the throat and jerked her up so she was sitting on the dresser, at the perfect height for Kahlan’s attentions. A moment of Kahlan’s hand around her throat, the leather strap being tightened, and then Kahlan was kissing her roughly, her hand back in Cara’s hair, yanking at it. Maybe to get her mouth at a better angle, maybe just to make it hurt like Cara liked. Cara pulled Kahlan in like she was putting her in a lock, ground her hips desperately against the Confessor. So hard she could’ve sworn she felt the embroidery of Kahlan’s corset through her leather. The pleasure was delirious.
“W-whore,” Cara whimpered as Kahlan drank the sweat from her throat, tongue igniting her skin.
Kahlan’s smile widened. With her eyebrows peaked devilishly, she hurled Cara onto the bed. Cara felt her shoulder slap the bedpost, knew it would bruise, nearly came. Kahlan stood over her, letting the clothes fall from her perfect body like a flower losing its petals. First went the skirt, baring her inner thighs and the smell of her arousal. Her groin remained shadows in the darkness of her corset, which went next, leaving her breasts covered only by the hair that traipsed down over her collarbone.
Cara’s breath caught. Kahlan’s skin was flawless and unscarred, and all Cara could think of was what it would look like when she was done. Bruised, bitten, cooling sweat and the red lines where fingernails had gone. She began stripping off her gloves when Kahlan froze her with a glance.
“Mine,” Kahlan said, and she drew a dagger from the one thing she was still wearing, her boots. At the sight of the bared steel, Cara’s breath left her. She nearly passed out from lack of oxygen as Kahlan crawled over her, knife in hand, finally straddling her waist. The point of the knife went down to Cara’s lips, kissed them, then drew over the cleft of her chin and down to her jugular. Cara’s hips stirred; she wanted more than anything to drive them up into Kahlan, to roll her over and work herself into that warm, pliant flesh, but the knife… the knife…
“Say it,” Kahlan ordered, digging the knife in but not letting it break the skin, torturing Cara in so many ways. “Say it or I’ll leave. I need this a lot less than you do.”
“I want you,” Cara growled.
“No.”
“I need you!” “she confessed.
“No.” Kahlan’s free hand drifted over Cara’s cheek, as soft and cool as silk. “Tell me the truth.”
Cara hissed in breath. She looked up at Kahlan, holding her down, towering above her, cool and warm and loving and primal. She thought about forgiveness and people who’d give a damn if she died and people she’d give anything to die with. She thought of Kahlan’s smile.
“I love you.”
The knife came down, cutting through Cara’s leathers, exposing her breasts, her stomach, her wet warm need.
“I love you too,” Kahlan said, as the knife clattered to the floor and her fingers parted Cara, split her in half right down the middle.
Cara cried out and reared up and bite down on Kahlan’s perfect swan-like throat, smelling her hair and her arousal and her blood. Kahlan added another finger. The muscles of her arm bunched and somehow they flew off the useless softness of the bed and felt the cold wood whipping their bodies. Kahlan laughed and Cara joined her with a silent grin. The brutality of it had her close, close enough to feel the first spasms gathering inside her, the familiar moment when pleasure and pain gave way to just pleasure…
“Apologize.”
“What!” Cara’s eyes flew open. She was on her back, her leathers half-hanging off her, breathless as she stared up at the woman who had brought her to the brink of orgasm and not pushed her over. Kahlan’s arm lingered between her trembling legs, the muscles dormant under fair skin.
“I’m the Mother Confessor. You can’t just insult the Mother Confessor.”
“Kahlan…” Cara whined. “I like that you’re a bitch! And a whore.” She reached up to caress Kahlan’s face. “And that I’m yours.”
Kahlan’s fingers danced and Cara’s eyes opened as wide as Kahlan had ever seen them. “Apologize.”
“I’m sorry!”
“Sorry I stopped fucking you?”
“Sorry in general!” Cara gritted her teeth. She could still feel her orgasm, fading away. “Kahlan… I love you.”
Kahlan’s stoic face broke with mischief. “Get up here,” she said, as she pulled Cara to her feet. Into a hug. “What am I going to do with you?”
Cara’s grim scowl perked up. “Fuck me. Hard.”
“Well, there is that.” Kahlan laughed and shoved Cara against the wall. “Hang onto something.”
Cara let what was left of her leathers hit the floor, pulling off her gloves with her teeth. She’d need her fingernails sharp.
Kahlan descended on her; Cara caught her by the ears and forced her to deal with the hardness of her nipples. Kahlan licked wildly, salving the stinging erectness, then sinking her teeth into the contours of Cara’s left breast. Cara sighed, then moaned. She could feel her orgasm coming to reclaim her. Her hands explored the calm sea of Kahlan’s back, and she nearly whimpered with the pleasure of it all. All that softness, all hers. For later.
“Harder,” she gritted out, and Kahlan looked up from between her breasts, teeth showing in her smile. Cara felt a pinch at her inner thigh. She nodded enthusiastically.
The sheer force of Kahlan’s thrusts flung Cara around like a ragdoll, sending tremors through her wire-tight body. It felt like she was riding a horse at full gallop, thundering over highs and lows to the symphony of Kahlan’s pleased laughter. Cara’s lips were a thin, upturned line of satisfaction.
“My Agiels… I’m gonna fuck you with my Agiels… so good…” Cara muttered.
“Yes, yes! Where?” Kahlan demanded after kissing Cara’s cheek.
“In your cunt. In your ass. Your mouth… everywhere…” Cara raked her nails down Kahlan’s back, marking her territory.
“Yesss…” Kahlan moaned. She bared her throat and let Cara see the cords that stood out there. Such power. Cara raked her teeth over them before biting down. The fingers between Cara’s thighs went faster.
Cara forced herself into Kahlan’s fingers like they were the breath of life, blowing vitality into her body. Muscles heaving, sweat trickling, blood burning, eyes shutting. Even her scars seemed to throb with life, reminding her of the sweetness of their acquisition. Then Kahlan kissed her, moaning at the taste of her own blood, and Cara felt herself erupt to the sound of a giggling Mother Confessor.
Moments, hours later, Cara realized that the soft thing under her was the bed and the cool thing around her was the sheets and the warm thing at her side was Kahlan. She rolled over and saw her lover, a smile waiting just for her.
“Not bad,” Cara said, savoring the aches and jets of pain as she pulled herself on top of Kahlan. “Ready to start for real?”
“Absolutely.” And to Cara’s surprise, Kahlan’s hands clenched on her shoulders and began forcing her down.
“I’m a Mord’Sith!” Cara breathed, outraged, as she was pushed inexorably to Kahlan’s slit.
“But I’m the woman you love,” Kahlan replied with another giggle at the thought of submitting to Cara. “And it’s my turn.”
Cara took a look at Kahlan’s swollen labia, still wet after all this time. She could already hear how Kahlan would moan and pant and beg. It would give her a false sense of security. Loosen her up for next time. And it would taste amazing.
With a grin to match Kahlan’s, Cara bowed down and began to serve.
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,997
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Warnings: Spoilers for 2x16 – Desecrated. Fight!sex with biting and slapping and Cara.
Summary: Kahlan is convinced that Cara sees her as more than a friend. But when Cara won’t admit it, Kahlan decides to get persuasive.
“You’re more than just a friend to me, Cara.”
Cara gave Kahlan a look and decided to be extra herself to compensate for all the things she had flagrantly felt in that tomb. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
Kahlan smirked coolly at her. She had secured the room’s chair and was reclining in her regal yet relaxed manner, legs crossed, hands folded in her lap. Cara kept her eyes straight ahead instead of detouring to Kahlan’s arms, thinking of the strength in them, how hard she could hit. In her corset and skirt, everything about Kahlan was… more so. She had taken off her dress so the stable boy could wash it, since the inn could do that, but not give them more than two rooms. Elsewhere, Richard and Zedd were probably getting drunk on cider and talking about armor by now.
“I think I do, actually.”
Cara shifted on her feet. Behind her back, her hands clasped even tighter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Perhaps we should get you to a healer. Who knows what effect oxygen deprivation could have on someone who isn’t as strong as a Mord’Sith?”
“Cara, come over here.”
Cara eyed her with the same distrust she used for poison ivy.
Kahlan beckoned her on. “I won’t bite.”
Cara slid up to Kahlan, leaning over her, Ving her arms on the chair’s armrests. “Pity.”
Kahlan smiled, amused. Her eyes washed over Cara’s face, down to the cleavage she brazenly displayed to Kahlan, then back up. The smile never left her face. “You’re in love with me, aren’t you?”
Cara reared back, but Kahlan was ready for her. She latched onto Cara’s hand, holding her tight. Cara slapped the handle of her Agiel. She didn’t draw it, but she let her fingers tighten comfortably on its hilt. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“In the tomb, you wanted to say it. You said we were friends, but you meant I was more than a friend to you. Isn’t that right?”
“You’re an incurable romantic. You should save that for Richard; he likes that sort of thing.”
Kahlan pulled her down to her knees. “What makes you think I don’t feel the same way?”
Cara looked up at Kahlan, knowing she was letting her feelings show and unable to stop herself. She breathed in and out before casting her head down. “You are the Lord Rahl’s mate. I am sworn to protect you, but I could never come between the two of you. Any more than you could neglect your duty.”
Cara’s captive hand was guided to Kahlan’s thigh, just short of where she’d be wet and warm. “This isn’t about duty, Cara. Or ownership, or possession. I’m sure I’ll have some affection left over for Richard after I’m done with you.” Kahlan’s voice was rich with amusement.
Cara’s mouth twisted. Kahlan was treating this like a game! “And what makes you think I would even want a Confessor staining my leather?”
Kahlan released Cara’s hand. It stayed locked on Kahlan’s thigh, the fingers imperceptibly tightening on the flesh. Cara’s exhale was audible. It was a release just to be touching her.
“I’m not just a Confessor. I’m your friend. I can read you. I can tell what makes you burn.”
Without another word, Kahlan flung Cara to the floor. Cara sprang back up, muscles tensing for battle. Kahlan was waiting for her, a cocky grin lighting up her face. She backhanded Cara so hard that the Mord’Sith sprawled across the floorboards, tasting blood and feeling arousal knot up her body.
“Cara,” Kahlan said, sing-song. “I’m waiting.”
In an instant, Cara was up and ramming Kahlan against the wall, then jamming her knee up hard enough for the wood to creak behind Kahlan. She would make her want it, make her beg. “Bitch.”
Still smiling, Kahlan grabbed Cara by the hair and swung her toward the dresser. Cara’s legs collided with the edge and she tipped over, hips landing on top of it. The floorboards creaked with Kahlan’s stampede toward her, and just the sound of those boots stomping up and down made Cara feel like a leather strap being tightened.
Kahlan took her by the throat and jerked her up so she was sitting on the dresser, at the perfect height for Kahlan’s attentions. A moment of Kahlan’s hand around her throat, the leather strap being tightened, and then Kahlan was kissing her roughly, her hand back in Cara’s hair, yanking at it. Maybe to get her mouth at a better angle, maybe just to make it hurt like Cara liked. Cara pulled Kahlan in like she was putting her in a lock, ground her hips desperately against the Confessor. So hard she could’ve sworn she felt the embroidery of Kahlan’s corset through her leather. The pleasure was delirious.
“W-whore,” Cara whimpered as Kahlan drank the sweat from her throat, tongue igniting her skin.
Kahlan’s smile widened. With her eyebrows peaked devilishly, she hurled Cara onto the bed. Cara felt her shoulder slap the bedpost, knew it would bruise, nearly came. Kahlan stood over her, letting the clothes fall from her perfect body like a flower losing its petals. First went the skirt, baring her inner thighs and the smell of her arousal. Her groin remained shadows in the darkness of her corset, which went next, leaving her breasts covered only by the hair that traipsed down over her collarbone.
Cara’s breath caught. Kahlan’s skin was flawless and unscarred, and all Cara could think of was what it would look like when she was done. Bruised, bitten, cooling sweat and the red lines where fingernails had gone. She began stripping off her gloves when Kahlan froze her with a glance.
“Mine,” Kahlan said, and she drew a dagger from the one thing she was still wearing, her boots. At the sight of the bared steel, Cara’s breath left her. She nearly passed out from lack of oxygen as Kahlan crawled over her, knife in hand, finally straddling her waist. The point of the knife went down to Cara’s lips, kissed them, then drew over the cleft of her chin and down to her jugular. Cara’s hips stirred; she wanted more than anything to drive them up into Kahlan, to roll her over and work herself into that warm, pliant flesh, but the knife… the knife…
“Say it,” Kahlan ordered, digging the knife in but not letting it break the skin, torturing Cara in so many ways. “Say it or I’ll leave. I need this a lot less than you do.”
“I want you,” Cara growled.
“No.”
“I need you!” “she confessed.
“No.” Kahlan’s free hand drifted over Cara’s cheek, as soft and cool as silk. “Tell me the truth.”
Cara hissed in breath. She looked up at Kahlan, holding her down, towering above her, cool and warm and loving and primal. She thought about forgiveness and people who’d give a damn if she died and people she’d give anything to die with. She thought of Kahlan’s smile.
“I love you.”
The knife came down, cutting through Cara’s leathers, exposing her breasts, her stomach, her wet warm need.
“I love you too,” Kahlan said, as the knife clattered to the floor and her fingers parted Cara, split her in half right down the middle.
Cara cried out and reared up and bite down on Kahlan’s perfect swan-like throat, smelling her hair and her arousal and her blood. Kahlan added another finger. The muscles of her arm bunched and somehow they flew off the useless softness of the bed and felt the cold wood whipping their bodies. Kahlan laughed and Cara joined her with a silent grin. The brutality of it had her close, close enough to feel the first spasms gathering inside her, the familiar moment when pleasure and pain gave way to just pleasure…
“Apologize.”
“What!” Cara’s eyes flew open. She was on her back, her leathers half-hanging off her, breathless as she stared up at the woman who had brought her to the brink of orgasm and not pushed her over. Kahlan’s arm lingered between her trembling legs, the muscles dormant under fair skin.
“I’m the Mother Confessor. You can’t just insult the Mother Confessor.”
“Kahlan…” Cara whined. “I like that you’re a bitch! And a whore.” She reached up to caress Kahlan’s face. “And that I’m yours.”
Kahlan’s fingers danced and Cara’s eyes opened as wide as Kahlan had ever seen them. “Apologize.”
“I’m sorry!”
“Sorry I stopped fucking you?”
“Sorry in general!” Cara gritted her teeth. She could still feel her orgasm, fading away. “Kahlan… I love you.”
Kahlan’s stoic face broke with mischief. “Get up here,” she said, as she pulled Cara to her feet. Into a hug. “What am I going to do with you?”
Cara’s grim scowl perked up. “Fuck me. Hard.”
“Well, there is that.” Kahlan laughed and shoved Cara against the wall. “Hang onto something.”
Cara let what was left of her leathers hit the floor, pulling off her gloves with her teeth. She’d need her fingernails sharp.
Kahlan descended on her; Cara caught her by the ears and forced her to deal with the hardness of her nipples. Kahlan licked wildly, salving the stinging erectness, then sinking her teeth into the contours of Cara’s left breast. Cara sighed, then moaned. She could feel her orgasm coming to reclaim her. Her hands explored the calm sea of Kahlan’s back, and she nearly whimpered with the pleasure of it all. All that softness, all hers. For later.
“Harder,” she gritted out, and Kahlan looked up from between her breasts, teeth showing in her smile. Cara felt a pinch at her inner thigh. She nodded enthusiastically.
The sheer force of Kahlan’s thrusts flung Cara around like a ragdoll, sending tremors through her wire-tight body. It felt like she was riding a horse at full gallop, thundering over highs and lows to the symphony of Kahlan’s pleased laughter. Cara’s lips were a thin, upturned line of satisfaction.
“My Agiels… I’m gonna fuck you with my Agiels… so good…” Cara muttered.
“Yes, yes! Where?” Kahlan demanded after kissing Cara’s cheek.
“In your cunt. In your ass. Your mouth… everywhere…” Cara raked her nails down Kahlan’s back, marking her territory.
“Yesss…” Kahlan moaned. She bared her throat and let Cara see the cords that stood out there. Such power. Cara raked her teeth over them before biting down. The fingers between Cara’s thighs went faster.
Cara forced herself into Kahlan’s fingers like they were the breath of life, blowing vitality into her body. Muscles heaving, sweat trickling, blood burning, eyes shutting. Even her scars seemed to throb with life, reminding her of the sweetness of their acquisition. Then Kahlan kissed her, moaning at the taste of her own blood, and Cara felt herself erupt to the sound of a giggling Mother Confessor.
Moments, hours later, Cara realized that the soft thing under her was the bed and the cool thing around her was the sheets and the warm thing at her side was Kahlan. She rolled over and saw her lover, a smile waiting just for her.
“Not bad,” Cara said, savoring the aches and jets of pain as she pulled herself on top of Kahlan. “Ready to start for real?”
“Absolutely.” And to Cara’s surprise, Kahlan’s hands clenched on her shoulders and began forcing her down.
“I’m a Mord’Sith!” Cara breathed, outraged, as she was pushed inexorably to Kahlan’s slit.
“But I’m the woman you love,” Kahlan replied with another giggle at the thought of submitting to Cara. “And it’s my turn.”
Cara took a look at Kahlan’s swollen labia, still wet after all this time. She could already hear how Kahlan would moan and pant and beg. It would give her a false sense of security. Loosen her up for next time. And it would taste amazing.
With a grin to match Kahlan’s, Cara bowed down and began to serve.
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I honestly don't have words to express how hot this was, and what the descriptions of Kahlan's arms, and power and strength did to me. Actually, I guess Cara's reaction to it all pretty much sums it up! ;)
Thank you for this. *bows down*
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I uh. brb, my bunk.
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Very, very hot.
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She would make her want it, make her beg. “Bitch.”
that was amazing, to start with! And what about the agiels part? That sounds pretty interesting LOL
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Please tell me you're going to write a sequel where Cara follows up on the promise of fucking her with the Agiels.
Oh, and I LOVE the whole "I don't bite." "Pity." HILARIOUS!!!
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“My Agiels… I’m gonna fuck you with my Agiels… so good…” Cara muttered. ??????
Does this mean we get a sequel? *puppy dogs eyes*
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well good golly that was. ahem.
yes.
thank you so very much!!!!!
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Can't.... concentrate.... ahhhhhhhhhh..... *whimper*
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That was uber hot. Like. Off the scales. :x Twas awesome.
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This reminds me of a day dream I had not that long ago. XD
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off to re-read. UNF.
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Is there gonna be a part two? *smiles sweetly*
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Seriously, just...brain functions have ceased. Brilliant. Especially loved the last line.
Needless to say, I'll be in my bunk.
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Thanks
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