LotS fic: White Leather (Cara/Kahlan)
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seriousficSo I wasn't quuuite satisfied with the end of Only Torture If It Hurts, so here's... an epilogue, I guess? It should clear up a few lingering issues, but it's mostly a PWP (Porn With Little Plot?), so don't complain if there's less woobie tears and more hardcore sex.
Title: White Leather
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,911
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, references to Richard/Kahlan
Warnings: Full-on double Agiels, all the way.
Previous: Only Torture If It Hurts.
Summary: As happy as she is with Kahlan, Cara wonders if she doesn't belong with Richard. If she does, there's one test Kahlan will never be able to pass.
Spring was coming. The rivers ran with melted snow and every day, more green broke through the spartan white.
They'd settled into a comfortable pattern. Cara hunted, since Kahlan's appetites ran toward meat and Richard had left them with mostly bread and vegetables. Kahlan cooked and just the smell filled Cara with lust. She ate, red juices swirling in her mouth, unable to take her eyes off Kahlan. The Confessor was eager to please, so wanting, so demanding, crying out to be bent and twisted but never broken. She was an enthusiastic little tool, and Cara used her as often as she could.
Only one thing could put Cara off Kahlan, but she didn't use it. Not yet. Instead, she kept her eyes on the meat she was cutting. When it was all gone, she licked her lips. Looked up to have Kahlan meet her eyes. The same thoughts behind either set.
"You've done a marvelous job of cooking," Cara said. "Would you like your reward now?"
"Yes mistress."
"Fetch it."
Kahlan left the room at a quick pace, her red dress flowing off her body like water bursting from a skin. She'd been loosening it as they ate. When she returned, her underthings decorated the floor as well. All she wore was the Rada'han.
They didn't make it to the bed. Kahlan took all of Cara's power, all of her love, riding her hand like a wild stallion. By the time she came, Cara's arm was sweetly sore, like she'd used it to knock down an entire quad.
Licking her fingers, Cara said breathlessly "Thank you for the delicious meal." Even with Kahlan's power contained within the mystic collar, she felt like the orgasm had spread to her as well, taken her over.
"You're welcome, mistress." Kahlan nuzzled against Cara, the intimacy she only expressed after they'd fucked, the rituals of mistress and slave observed. Cara hated how rare it was for her to smile pointlessly, hold hands aimlessly, love defenselessly. She hadn't been like that with Richard. Their love could've destroyed them both, but Kahlan was free with it, letting it beam like sunlight so that it warmed even Cara. This fire, she only shared with Cara, and only in unguarded moments.
In bed, they laid together as close as they could. Kahlan curled at Cara's feet, wrapped around a slender leg, her head resting on a firm thigh. Cara's hand rested in her dark hair. The Agiels laid beside the bed.
"You whispered things in my ear tonight, when we fucked," Kahlan had once danced around the word, the act. No more. "Do you remember?"
Cara wished she could take hold of her Agiel and let it pour its pain into her until dawn. All she had said was 'slave'. In the temple, it'd been almost a compliment. Not everyone was worthy to serve the Mord'Sith. "It's a Mord'Sith technique. We use insults so that when we're pleased, a phrase like 'good girl' conveys more favor." When she'd been trained, Cara had been a bitch, a whore, a slut. She would've done anything to be called a good girl. Had done anything.
"I would like it if you called me something else, other than those things."
"Whatever you like."
Kahlan looked up at Cara. It was warm enough for them to go without bedsheets, like they were back on the road with Richard, lying under the stars. "I'd like it if you were to call me your lover."
"Very well, lover." Cara played with Kahlan's hair some more, pulling it up into the moonlight and letting it wisp down. "Kahlan."
"You can still call me your bitch." Kahlan hugged Cara's leg tighter. "If I'm naughty."
Cara stopped playing with her hair. "There's something I would like to do for you… to you… before winter ends. It will hurt more than anything you've ever experienced. You may not forgive me for putting you through it."
Kahlan crawled over Cara, making her guileless smile unavoidable. "I trust you, Cara."
She shouldn't. Cara turned on her side. "During the agony, you must refer to me only as mistress. If you call me Cara, it means you want it to stop."
Kahlan laid down beside her, snaking an arm round her belly. "I won't be weak. I will be deserving of your attentions."
"Just be sure it's what you want. That's all."
They went to sleep like that. Cara wondered if Kahlan would've preferred to sleep at the foot of the bed. Like a dog. A bitch.
***
Cara woke before Kahlan did. She dressed in her special clothes, the leather new and unforgiving, and held her Agiels until Kahlan woke. She tried to convince herself they held more pleasure than pain. That Kahlan was enough like her to see that beauty. And a part of her hoped she wasn't.
When Kahlan opened her eyes, Cara stood before her. Her leathers were as white as the snow outside.
"Do you know what this means?" Cara asked.
Kahlan seemed to huddle under the covers. Cara in red leathers she was used to. Cara in white leathers was Mord'Sith, through and through. "It means you've broken someone."
"No," Cara said, squeezing her Agiels so hard the leather of her gloves creaked. "The white leather means I own someone. Completely and utterly. I can trust them to protect me, so much so that with them guarding me, I don't have to worry about a drop of blood touching my leathers. Would you like to me to take it off?"
"Yes." Kahlan got out of bed. "Later."
"Would you like to eat? Do you need to relieve yourself?"
"No." Kahlan touched Cara's face. The touch roamed downward, over her leather, down an Agiel, feeling all of her. "I'm ready. Mistress."
"Get on the bed. Hands and knees."
Kahlan turned and bent over, then slowly crawled atop the mattress. She tried to control her breathing as Cara circled the bed, returning one Agiel to its holster in a decidedly phallic gesture, tapping the other one against her chin. When she was in front of Kahlan, the Mother Confessor on all fours looking up at her, Cara took the Agiel inside her mouth and only pulled it out when it was dripping wet.
Kahlan put her head down and lifted her ass into the air. Cara circled back around. Since that first night, they'd rarely indulged in Agiels during their sex… Cara had a deeply-buried notion that Kahlan wasn't as strong as she made herself out to be… but when Cara couldn't help herself, the results were explosive.
"How can I serve you, mistress?" Kahlan asked as Cara disappeared behind her.
"When you come… and you will come…" Cara tapped the Agiel to the small of Kahlan's back. "You can scream. I love to hear you hoarse."
Kahlan's head bowed until her forehead was against the sheets. "Please, mistress."
Unusually for her, Cara denied both their desires. Instead she leaned in and kissed the back of Kahlan's neck, then down her back, before finally kneeling on the bed behind her. "I love you, Kahlan," she whispered, tracing the Agiel down the same path her lips had taken. It went further, between the cheeks of Kahlan's up-thrust ass, to where she was wet and needing. Then Cara slid the Agiel inside.
Kahlan thought she was ready for it, but the sudden pain proved her wrong. Cara didn't let up. Taking Kahlan's cries as encouragement, Cara pushed the Agiel harder, filling Kahlan more than she'd ever realized she was empty. Then Cara stopped, panting as hard as if she'd been penetrated. She looked over the tensed muscles of Kahlan's shoulders to see the Mother Confessor biting the covers, her eyes shut. Not tightly, but hazily, like she was savoring something delicious.
With a slight smile, Cara pumped the Agiel hard and fast, stretching Kahlan like she'd never imagined she was capable of. More and more of the Agiel's length was being swallowed up, and the bulb that separated grip from shaft was encroaching on Kahlan. Below, the sheets were hopelessly tangled, contorting in Kahlan's grip as she tried to avoid being knocked off the bed by the sheer force of Cara's thrusting. Then Kahlan felt something cool and new touching her clit. The bulb at the Agiel's base.
Cara stopped, and with the hint of respite Kahlan sagged down onto her forearms, trying to catch her breath. The Agiel's magic still burned inside of her, and it made her drip.
Holding the Agiel very still, Cara leaned over Kahlan and asked "Would you like me to stop?"
Kahlan's smile didn't hold an ounce of pain. "Not on your life… mistress."
Cara bent lower, almost in supplication. Her lips touched Kahlan's ear. "It's going to hurt." Without any further warning, she straightened, pulled the Agiel back a few inches, then rammed it forward. Kahlan buried her whimpering in the mattress, her head just a wild mane of ebony against the sheets. For the next five minutes, Cara worked at Kahlan like a blacksmith at an anvil, tirelessly hammering the Agiel into Kahlan's tightness. The bulb touched her entrance again and again, sparking against her clit, but never quite went inside. Not until Kahlan's face emerged from the mass of disheveled hair.
"Please, mistress! Hurt me!"
"I love it when you beg. And I love giving you what you want."
Kahlan was wet enough to take it, wet and loose enough. But when Cara's arm tensed and she shoved the Agiel in further than it had ever gone, Kahlan still screamed. Cara could hear it, right through the mattress Kahlan's mouth was against.
It was an instant of hell, but that wasn't what made Kahlan cry out. It was the orgasm that filled her like a dozen Agiels, opening her up and stretching her out and stuffing her.
Cara let go of the Agiel and it stayed in Kahlan, held inside by the bulb and her own clenched muscles. Cara crouched on the bed beside Kahlan, watching the darkness of Kahlan's power disappear from her eyes. As convenient as it was to have the Rada'han keeping Kahlan in check, there was something so alluring about all that power gathering for its mistress, and then dispelling because Cara controlled her.
Kahlan had never been more beautiful than during the Con Dar.
Kahlan had stopped screaming, but she was still breathless. Cara kissed her cheek, bypassing her parted lips to keep from interrupting her panting. "Do you want to continue?"
"There's more?" Kahlan muttered.
Cara took the other Agiel from its holster, held it up to Kahlan's face. "We can stop. Anytime you want."
Kahlan's lips parted as if to speak, but instead she took the end of Cara's Agiel and sucked on it like it was the mouth of a bottle, full of sweet water after a week in the desert. Cara watched in disbelieving arousal as more and more of her Agiel was pulled into Kahlan's mouth. It was like something out of a wild fantasy, one she would never think of sharing with the real Kahlan.
Kahlan could taste old blood and herself, mingled with Cara. It was perfect.
Finally, Kahlan relinquished the Agiel. It shone in the morning light. Cara held it for a moment, for a moment wanting nothing more than to put it where Kahlan had hers, but instead she forced herself to set it aside. Kahlan had the discipline to weather being penetrated by an Agiel, but at the sight of it abandoned on the mattress, she groaned.
"In time, lover," Cara promised, retrieving a small jar from her belt. When she opened it, a sweet scent permeated the air, for a moment replacing the smell of sweat and arousal. "Do you know what this is?"
"It's lubricant," Kahlan breathed. "It'll hurt less with that."
"Not much less." Cara dipped a finger into the jelly and swirled it. "I'm going to use this on you, Kahlan. I'm going to make you loose and slick and open. And then I'm going to fuck you."
Kahlan couldn't contain herself. She surged over, the first Agiel shifting ecstatically inside her, and kissed Cara. The Mord'Sith tasted raw desire. She decided then and there not to ask again if Kahlan wanted to stop. It would be a waste of time.
Kahlan pulled the sodden hair from her sweaty face and set her teeth. After that, it was all fire and ice. First, the chill of the lubricant being massaged in, on her ass to let it warm, then into her asshole, fingers dipping inside. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough. Then came the scalding iron of the Agiel, rolling over her ass and the backs of her thighs, letting her get used to the pain of two of them. There was no getting used to it. All she could do was try to get on top and ride it out. And finally, there was the inferno of it impaling her.
Kahlan's mouth opened as wide as her eyes and screamed, so loud that Cara stopped to let her get used to the Agiel lodged inside her, rotating it a little so Kahlan didn't get too comfortable with it. When Kahlan finally smiled, a weak fluttering thing, Cara pushed the Agiel in another inch… and another, and another…
Kahlan was still shocked and pained, but she laughed. "Yes, Cara, it's so good… I love it…"
Cara smiled as well. It wasn't so bad on her end either. She reached down and took hold of the Agiel in Kahlan's pussy, jogging it so the bulb brushed her clitoris. A tremor went through Kahlan's body, like she had just blocked a blow whose force had to be diffused through her entire physique.
"Yes," was all she could say. "Spirits, yes."
Cara was getting impatient. By now, Kahlan had to have relaxed around the Agiel pulsing deep within her. Cara took hold of it, her fingers white-knuckling on the grip, and drove it into Kahlan so hard that the bulb hit her anus, literally stretching her, before Cara stopped.
"More?" Cara asked.
Kahlan could only nod. But Cara didn't give her more. She grabbed the first Agiel and dragged it out inch by dripping inch, letting it almost escape Kahlan before thrusting it back in. Kahlan's hands slipped and she sprawled out on the mattress, her head and arms hanging over the end, untidy hair covering her face like a curtain. Cara reached over and parted it, just so she could see the look on Kahlan's face.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was grimacing in a way that was just obscene. Cara petted her brow before once more gripping the second Agiel. She drew it out a miniscule length before driving it back in, a short jab of pleasure. She continued irresistibly battering Kahlan, making more and more headway, making Kahlan actually squeal with each teasing thrust.
"Soon, Kahlan," Cara cooed, warmth passing through her body. Speaking the taunting words was masturbatory. There was no other word for it. "I'll be inside you, as deep as I can go. And you'll like it, won't you, 'Mother Confessor'?" It was shameless, but she couldn't stop herself. "Answer me, Kahlan. Answer me or I'll stop."
She couldn't speak, scream, even breath. But Kahlan could still answer her mistress. "Yes!" It came out as more whimper than word, like steam escaping a kettle.
"Yes what?"
"Yes mistress!"
Cara gave the Agiel her strongest thrust yet. The bulb was driven in almost all the way in, brutally opening Kahlan. Just a little more and it would fill Kahlan, a prospect that seemed both tempting and impossible to the Mother Confessor. She wasn't getting used to the pain. The pleasure wasn't relenting.
Cara grabbed a handful of hair in her leather grip and pulled Kahlan back onto the bed, before pressing her down into the mattress with her hand across the back of Kahlan's neck like a collar. Holding Kahlan like that, she knew there could be no deception. "How do you feel about me?" she asked.
By an inconceivable feat of discipline, Kahlan got her panting under control, breathing in enough to exhale the words "I love you."
Cara drove the Agiel home. Kahlan sobbed with relief, pain, pleasure. At first, for a pregnant moment, she thought the pain would tear her apart. She struggled to stay conscious. Then her orgasm struck her as violently as any attack and her limbs were cut away by ecstasy, making her fall on her belly like a puppet whose strings had finally broken after being drawn tauter and tauter.
Cara wasn't satisfied. She rolled Kahlan onto her right side and drew up her left leg so it laid across the Mord'Sith's shoulder, then grasped both Agiels. She drew first one out, then pushed it back in while extracting the other, working Kahlan so she was never empty, but seemed to be filled more and more. After mere seconds of this, Kahlan realized her orgasm had just been a interminably pleasurably precursor to the climax that now took hold of her and shook loose all the pain she had ever felt.
Cara watched, memorizing every detail, almost hypnotized by the sight of Kahlan's body being stricken by pleasure, her breasts jostling, her hair stirring with panted breath, her eyelids fluttering like she didn't know what was more pleasurable, seeing the Agiels fucking her or focusing on the sensations they produced. "You're mine," Cara said, the feel of the words stroking her to something like orgasm.
In sheer bliss, Kahlan yelled so loud that Cara couldn't discern the words. The only way she could tell it was Kahlan and not some natural disaster encroaching on the cabin was that Kahlan's mouth was open, obscenely open. It took a long time for Cara to realize it was two separate words Kahlan was trying to speak.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her climax wouldn't abandon her. It just kept going and going, a snowball rolling downhill, cleaning her of everything else.
It was the most powerfully erotic thing Cara had ever seen. She had already orgasmed without a touch, ironically staining her white leathers, and Kahlan wasn't close to finished.
For minutes that seemed like hours, Kahlan continued yelling her demand and Cara continued to obey, until Kahlan's body was spent and her voice hoarse, the uninterruptible scream winding down to a chant of "Fuck me Cara, fuck me, fuck me, Cara, fuck me," until the only coherence she could manage was the Mord'Sith's name, over and over again, dying down to a breathless whisper.
Finally, Cara released her death-grip on the Agiels and on unsteady legs walked around the bed to face Kahlan. The Mother Confessor forced herself to meet Cara's gaze with a trembling smile. Her eyes were pitch-black. "Don't touch me, mistress. I'm still coming."
Cara gave Kahlan her hand and Kahlan bit down on the leather glove, her teeth grinding down on it until her orgasm ended, much, much later.
***
Part of Kahlan was amazed she had even survived something that could make her feel like that.
***
Cara's glove would always have bite marks in it from then on, but Kahlan's eyes finally cleared. Cara kissed her on the lips with a feeling like coming in from a hot sun to a blast of cool air. Then she crawled on the bed to where Kahlan's hips still reflexively twisted and took hold of the Agiel fit snugly in Kahlan's ass. With more care than any but Kahlan could imagine a Mord'Sith possessed, she eased the Agiel out so that Kahlan barely felt a thing.
Kahlan cherished the last few waves of pleasure that rolled through her exhausted body. She almost went to sleep in the haze of numb relief, but with a trickster's grin, Cara jerked the first Agiel out fast and hard. The last painful jolt made a fresh gush of juice run down her thighs.
Kahlan fell into Cara's arms, to bask and hurt and rest. "Lover," Cara whispered into her ear.
As the Mother Confessor verged on unconsciousness, Cara drew a bath, undressing herself as the water pooled and warmed. When she returned, Kahlan's slack expression had settled on a loving smile. She let Cara pick her up and carry her to the bath, where they sunk below the water together.
Kahlan wrapped herself around the Mord'Sith like she was trying to clothe her. "You… I… that was… I've never felt anything that…"
"Intense?" Cara suggested.
"Good! It was like you controlled me, and made me feel something I didn't even know I could."
"I didn't know you could take it," Cara said gruffly. "I thought you would back down."
"Sorry to disappoint you." Kahlan buried her face in Cara's chest, resting her head against the hardness of Cara's sternum. Happy as a clam.
She was like a drug Cara couldn't get enough of, reducing the Mord'Sith to one of those pathetic wretches who would do anything for their next fix. Her warmth, her smiles, her sex, they were all addictive. Paired, it inspired a devotion that could only be described as religious. Was there anything Cara wouldn't do for this… survivor that nestled herself in Cara's arms like a flower growing between stones?
Only one thing could put Cara off Kahlan, and she used it. "Winter's over," Cara said. "Richard will be here shortly."
"I'm ready," Kahlan replied.
Cara kept her eyes off Kahlan, staring up at the ceiling. There was a spider's web up there. "I'm not really your mistress, you know. If you want, you can return to him. He never has to know."
"Why would I want that?" Kahlan asked, with a tiny kiss to Cara's collarbone.
The spider web had a fly in it. "I don't know. I just thought you might. That's how love works, right? You stay together, through everything. If you're separated, you reunite. You don't let anyone stand in the way of that."
Kahlan slid up to her end of the tub, staring at Cara with the steely gaze of a woman who'd commanded kings even before she'd survived her capture by the Mord'Sith. "I don't love him. There was a woman who did, but she died at the end of an Agiel."
Cara had never felt guilty for the pain from her holstered weapon before. "Someday you'll be that woman again. You'll get better. And when that happens, I'll understand if you look at me and… see the leathers."
"I could never turn a blind eye to what you've shown me." She closed her eyes, and Cara reminded herself that as strong as Kahlan was, she wasn't invincible. "Don't leave me," she said plainly. "Stay and I'll always love you. Leave and I won't stop thinking about you. But never act as if you know what's best for me."
Cara bent her head with shame. All she'd wanted was to spare Kahlan the pain of having to choose between her and Richard. But again, she'd misstepped, her Mord'Sith upbringing betraying her. It'd never occurred to her that Kahlan had already chosen. She moved across the water and settled into Kahlan's arms, kissing her softly.
"I'll take care of you," she said. "But you can take care of me."
Kahlan's hand rolled down Cara's spine, welcoming her back. "I think I'll enjoy taking care of you."
Title: White Leather
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,911
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, references to Richard/Kahlan
Warnings: Full-on double Agiels, all the way.
Previous: Only Torture If It Hurts.
Summary: As happy as she is with Kahlan, Cara wonders if she doesn't belong with Richard. If she does, there's one test Kahlan will never be able to pass.
Spring was coming. The rivers ran with melted snow and every day, more green broke through the spartan white.
They'd settled into a comfortable pattern. Cara hunted, since Kahlan's appetites ran toward meat and Richard had left them with mostly bread and vegetables. Kahlan cooked and just the smell filled Cara with lust. She ate, red juices swirling in her mouth, unable to take her eyes off Kahlan. The Confessor was eager to please, so wanting, so demanding, crying out to be bent and twisted but never broken. She was an enthusiastic little tool, and Cara used her as often as she could.
Only one thing could put Cara off Kahlan, but she didn't use it. Not yet. Instead, she kept her eyes on the meat she was cutting. When it was all gone, she licked her lips. Looked up to have Kahlan meet her eyes. The same thoughts behind either set.
"You've done a marvelous job of cooking," Cara said. "Would you like your reward now?"
"Yes mistress."
"Fetch it."
Kahlan left the room at a quick pace, her red dress flowing off her body like water bursting from a skin. She'd been loosening it as they ate. When she returned, her underthings decorated the floor as well. All she wore was the Rada'han.
They didn't make it to the bed. Kahlan took all of Cara's power, all of her love, riding her hand like a wild stallion. By the time she came, Cara's arm was sweetly sore, like she'd used it to knock down an entire quad.
Licking her fingers, Cara said breathlessly "Thank you for the delicious meal." Even with Kahlan's power contained within the mystic collar, she felt like the orgasm had spread to her as well, taken her over.
"You're welcome, mistress." Kahlan nuzzled against Cara, the intimacy she only expressed after they'd fucked, the rituals of mistress and slave observed. Cara hated how rare it was for her to smile pointlessly, hold hands aimlessly, love defenselessly. She hadn't been like that with Richard. Their love could've destroyed them both, but Kahlan was free with it, letting it beam like sunlight so that it warmed even Cara. This fire, she only shared with Cara, and only in unguarded moments.
In bed, they laid together as close as they could. Kahlan curled at Cara's feet, wrapped around a slender leg, her head resting on a firm thigh. Cara's hand rested in her dark hair. The Agiels laid beside the bed.
"You whispered things in my ear tonight, when we fucked," Kahlan had once danced around the word, the act. No more. "Do you remember?"
Cara wished she could take hold of her Agiel and let it pour its pain into her until dawn. All she had said was 'slave'. In the temple, it'd been almost a compliment. Not everyone was worthy to serve the Mord'Sith. "It's a Mord'Sith technique. We use insults so that when we're pleased, a phrase like 'good girl' conveys more favor." When she'd been trained, Cara had been a bitch, a whore, a slut. She would've done anything to be called a good girl. Had done anything.
"I would like it if you called me something else, other than those things."
"Whatever you like."
Kahlan looked up at Cara. It was warm enough for them to go without bedsheets, like they were back on the road with Richard, lying under the stars. "I'd like it if you were to call me your lover."
"Very well, lover." Cara played with Kahlan's hair some more, pulling it up into the moonlight and letting it wisp down. "Kahlan."
"You can still call me your bitch." Kahlan hugged Cara's leg tighter. "If I'm naughty."
Cara stopped playing with her hair. "There's something I would like to do for you… to you… before winter ends. It will hurt more than anything you've ever experienced. You may not forgive me for putting you through it."
Kahlan crawled over Cara, making her guileless smile unavoidable. "I trust you, Cara."
She shouldn't. Cara turned on her side. "During the agony, you must refer to me only as mistress. If you call me Cara, it means you want it to stop."
Kahlan laid down beside her, snaking an arm round her belly. "I won't be weak. I will be deserving of your attentions."
"Just be sure it's what you want. That's all."
They went to sleep like that. Cara wondered if Kahlan would've preferred to sleep at the foot of the bed. Like a dog. A bitch.
***
Cara woke before Kahlan did. She dressed in her special clothes, the leather new and unforgiving, and held her Agiels until Kahlan woke. She tried to convince herself they held more pleasure than pain. That Kahlan was enough like her to see that beauty. And a part of her hoped she wasn't.
When Kahlan opened her eyes, Cara stood before her. Her leathers were as white as the snow outside.
"Do you know what this means?" Cara asked.
Kahlan seemed to huddle under the covers. Cara in red leathers she was used to. Cara in white leathers was Mord'Sith, through and through. "It means you've broken someone."
"No," Cara said, squeezing her Agiels so hard the leather of her gloves creaked. "The white leather means I own someone. Completely and utterly. I can trust them to protect me, so much so that with them guarding me, I don't have to worry about a drop of blood touching my leathers. Would you like to me to take it off?"
"Yes." Kahlan got out of bed. "Later."
"Would you like to eat? Do you need to relieve yourself?"
"No." Kahlan touched Cara's face. The touch roamed downward, over her leather, down an Agiel, feeling all of her. "I'm ready. Mistress."
"Get on the bed. Hands and knees."
Kahlan turned and bent over, then slowly crawled atop the mattress. She tried to control her breathing as Cara circled the bed, returning one Agiel to its holster in a decidedly phallic gesture, tapping the other one against her chin. When she was in front of Kahlan, the Mother Confessor on all fours looking up at her, Cara took the Agiel inside her mouth and only pulled it out when it was dripping wet.
Kahlan put her head down and lifted her ass into the air. Cara circled back around. Since that first night, they'd rarely indulged in Agiels during their sex… Cara had a deeply-buried notion that Kahlan wasn't as strong as she made herself out to be… but when Cara couldn't help herself, the results were explosive.
"How can I serve you, mistress?" Kahlan asked as Cara disappeared behind her.
"When you come… and you will come…" Cara tapped the Agiel to the small of Kahlan's back. "You can scream. I love to hear you hoarse."
Kahlan's head bowed until her forehead was against the sheets. "Please, mistress."
Unusually for her, Cara denied both their desires. Instead she leaned in and kissed the back of Kahlan's neck, then down her back, before finally kneeling on the bed behind her. "I love you, Kahlan," she whispered, tracing the Agiel down the same path her lips had taken. It went further, between the cheeks of Kahlan's up-thrust ass, to where she was wet and needing. Then Cara slid the Agiel inside.
Kahlan thought she was ready for it, but the sudden pain proved her wrong. Cara didn't let up. Taking Kahlan's cries as encouragement, Cara pushed the Agiel harder, filling Kahlan more than she'd ever realized she was empty. Then Cara stopped, panting as hard as if she'd been penetrated. She looked over the tensed muscles of Kahlan's shoulders to see the Mother Confessor biting the covers, her eyes shut. Not tightly, but hazily, like she was savoring something delicious.
With a slight smile, Cara pumped the Agiel hard and fast, stretching Kahlan like she'd never imagined she was capable of. More and more of the Agiel's length was being swallowed up, and the bulb that separated grip from shaft was encroaching on Kahlan. Below, the sheets were hopelessly tangled, contorting in Kahlan's grip as she tried to avoid being knocked off the bed by the sheer force of Cara's thrusting. Then Kahlan felt something cool and new touching her clit. The bulb at the Agiel's base.
Cara stopped, and with the hint of respite Kahlan sagged down onto her forearms, trying to catch her breath. The Agiel's magic still burned inside of her, and it made her drip.
Holding the Agiel very still, Cara leaned over Kahlan and asked "Would you like me to stop?"
Kahlan's smile didn't hold an ounce of pain. "Not on your life… mistress."
Cara bent lower, almost in supplication. Her lips touched Kahlan's ear. "It's going to hurt." Without any further warning, she straightened, pulled the Agiel back a few inches, then rammed it forward. Kahlan buried her whimpering in the mattress, her head just a wild mane of ebony against the sheets. For the next five minutes, Cara worked at Kahlan like a blacksmith at an anvil, tirelessly hammering the Agiel into Kahlan's tightness. The bulb touched her entrance again and again, sparking against her clit, but never quite went inside. Not until Kahlan's face emerged from the mass of disheveled hair.
"Please, mistress! Hurt me!"
"I love it when you beg. And I love giving you what you want."
Kahlan was wet enough to take it, wet and loose enough. But when Cara's arm tensed and she shoved the Agiel in further than it had ever gone, Kahlan still screamed. Cara could hear it, right through the mattress Kahlan's mouth was against.
It was an instant of hell, but that wasn't what made Kahlan cry out. It was the orgasm that filled her like a dozen Agiels, opening her up and stretching her out and stuffing her.
Cara let go of the Agiel and it stayed in Kahlan, held inside by the bulb and her own clenched muscles. Cara crouched on the bed beside Kahlan, watching the darkness of Kahlan's power disappear from her eyes. As convenient as it was to have the Rada'han keeping Kahlan in check, there was something so alluring about all that power gathering for its mistress, and then dispelling because Cara controlled her.
Kahlan had never been more beautiful than during the Con Dar.
Kahlan had stopped screaming, but she was still breathless. Cara kissed her cheek, bypassing her parted lips to keep from interrupting her panting. "Do you want to continue?"
"There's more?" Kahlan muttered.
Cara took the other Agiel from its holster, held it up to Kahlan's face. "We can stop. Anytime you want."
Kahlan's lips parted as if to speak, but instead she took the end of Cara's Agiel and sucked on it like it was the mouth of a bottle, full of sweet water after a week in the desert. Cara watched in disbelieving arousal as more and more of her Agiel was pulled into Kahlan's mouth. It was like something out of a wild fantasy, one she would never think of sharing with the real Kahlan.
Kahlan could taste old blood and herself, mingled with Cara. It was perfect.
Finally, Kahlan relinquished the Agiel. It shone in the morning light. Cara held it for a moment, for a moment wanting nothing more than to put it where Kahlan had hers, but instead she forced herself to set it aside. Kahlan had the discipline to weather being penetrated by an Agiel, but at the sight of it abandoned on the mattress, she groaned.
"In time, lover," Cara promised, retrieving a small jar from her belt. When she opened it, a sweet scent permeated the air, for a moment replacing the smell of sweat and arousal. "Do you know what this is?"
"It's lubricant," Kahlan breathed. "It'll hurt less with that."
"Not much less." Cara dipped a finger into the jelly and swirled it. "I'm going to use this on you, Kahlan. I'm going to make you loose and slick and open. And then I'm going to fuck you."
Kahlan couldn't contain herself. She surged over, the first Agiel shifting ecstatically inside her, and kissed Cara. The Mord'Sith tasted raw desire. She decided then and there not to ask again if Kahlan wanted to stop. It would be a waste of time.
Kahlan pulled the sodden hair from her sweaty face and set her teeth. After that, it was all fire and ice. First, the chill of the lubricant being massaged in, on her ass to let it warm, then into her asshole, fingers dipping inside. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough. Then came the scalding iron of the Agiel, rolling over her ass and the backs of her thighs, letting her get used to the pain of two of them. There was no getting used to it. All she could do was try to get on top and ride it out. And finally, there was the inferno of it impaling her.
Kahlan's mouth opened as wide as her eyes and screamed, so loud that Cara stopped to let her get used to the Agiel lodged inside her, rotating it a little so Kahlan didn't get too comfortable with it. When Kahlan finally smiled, a weak fluttering thing, Cara pushed the Agiel in another inch… and another, and another…
Kahlan was still shocked and pained, but she laughed. "Yes, Cara, it's so good… I love it…"
Cara smiled as well. It wasn't so bad on her end either. She reached down and took hold of the Agiel in Kahlan's pussy, jogging it so the bulb brushed her clitoris. A tremor went through Kahlan's body, like she had just blocked a blow whose force had to be diffused through her entire physique.
"Yes," was all she could say. "Spirits, yes."
Cara was getting impatient. By now, Kahlan had to have relaxed around the Agiel pulsing deep within her. Cara took hold of it, her fingers white-knuckling on the grip, and drove it into Kahlan so hard that the bulb hit her anus, literally stretching her, before Cara stopped.
"More?" Cara asked.
Kahlan could only nod. But Cara didn't give her more. She grabbed the first Agiel and dragged it out inch by dripping inch, letting it almost escape Kahlan before thrusting it back in. Kahlan's hands slipped and she sprawled out on the mattress, her head and arms hanging over the end, untidy hair covering her face like a curtain. Cara reached over and parted it, just so she could see the look on Kahlan's face.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was grimacing in a way that was just obscene. Cara petted her brow before once more gripping the second Agiel. She drew it out a miniscule length before driving it back in, a short jab of pleasure. She continued irresistibly battering Kahlan, making more and more headway, making Kahlan actually squeal with each teasing thrust.
"Soon, Kahlan," Cara cooed, warmth passing through her body. Speaking the taunting words was masturbatory. There was no other word for it. "I'll be inside you, as deep as I can go. And you'll like it, won't you, 'Mother Confessor'?" It was shameless, but she couldn't stop herself. "Answer me, Kahlan. Answer me or I'll stop."
She couldn't speak, scream, even breath. But Kahlan could still answer her mistress. "Yes!" It came out as more whimper than word, like steam escaping a kettle.
"Yes what?"
"Yes mistress!"
Cara gave the Agiel her strongest thrust yet. The bulb was driven in almost all the way in, brutally opening Kahlan. Just a little more and it would fill Kahlan, a prospect that seemed both tempting and impossible to the Mother Confessor. She wasn't getting used to the pain. The pleasure wasn't relenting.
Cara grabbed a handful of hair in her leather grip and pulled Kahlan back onto the bed, before pressing her down into the mattress with her hand across the back of Kahlan's neck like a collar. Holding Kahlan like that, she knew there could be no deception. "How do you feel about me?" she asked.
By an inconceivable feat of discipline, Kahlan got her panting under control, breathing in enough to exhale the words "I love you."
Cara drove the Agiel home. Kahlan sobbed with relief, pain, pleasure. At first, for a pregnant moment, she thought the pain would tear her apart. She struggled to stay conscious. Then her orgasm struck her as violently as any attack and her limbs were cut away by ecstasy, making her fall on her belly like a puppet whose strings had finally broken after being drawn tauter and tauter.
Cara wasn't satisfied. She rolled Kahlan onto her right side and drew up her left leg so it laid across the Mord'Sith's shoulder, then grasped both Agiels. She drew first one out, then pushed it back in while extracting the other, working Kahlan so she was never empty, but seemed to be filled more and more. After mere seconds of this, Kahlan realized her orgasm had just been a interminably pleasurably precursor to the climax that now took hold of her and shook loose all the pain she had ever felt.
Cara watched, memorizing every detail, almost hypnotized by the sight of Kahlan's body being stricken by pleasure, her breasts jostling, her hair stirring with panted breath, her eyelids fluttering like she didn't know what was more pleasurable, seeing the Agiels fucking her or focusing on the sensations they produced. "You're mine," Cara said, the feel of the words stroking her to something like orgasm.
In sheer bliss, Kahlan yelled so loud that Cara couldn't discern the words. The only way she could tell it was Kahlan and not some natural disaster encroaching on the cabin was that Kahlan's mouth was open, obscenely open. It took a long time for Cara to realize it was two separate words Kahlan was trying to speak.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her climax wouldn't abandon her. It just kept going and going, a snowball rolling downhill, cleaning her of everything else.
It was the most powerfully erotic thing Cara had ever seen. She had already orgasmed without a touch, ironically staining her white leathers, and Kahlan wasn't close to finished.
For minutes that seemed like hours, Kahlan continued yelling her demand and Cara continued to obey, until Kahlan's body was spent and her voice hoarse, the uninterruptible scream winding down to a chant of "Fuck me Cara, fuck me, fuck me, Cara, fuck me," until the only coherence she could manage was the Mord'Sith's name, over and over again, dying down to a breathless whisper.
Finally, Cara released her death-grip on the Agiels and on unsteady legs walked around the bed to face Kahlan. The Mother Confessor forced herself to meet Cara's gaze with a trembling smile. Her eyes were pitch-black. "Don't touch me, mistress. I'm still coming."
Cara gave Kahlan her hand and Kahlan bit down on the leather glove, her teeth grinding down on it until her orgasm ended, much, much later.
***
Part of Kahlan was amazed she had even survived something that could make her feel like that.
***
Cara's glove would always have bite marks in it from then on, but Kahlan's eyes finally cleared. Cara kissed her on the lips with a feeling like coming in from a hot sun to a blast of cool air. Then she crawled on the bed to where Kahlan's hips still reflexively twisted and took hold of the Agiel fit snugly in Kahlan's ass. With more care than any but Kahlan could imagine a Mord'Sith possessed, she eased the Agiel out so that Kahlan barely felt a thing.
Kahlan cherished the last few waves of pleasure that rolled through her exhausted body. She almost went to sleep in the haze of numb relief, but with a trickster's grin, Cara jerked the first Agiel out fast and hard. The last painful jolt made a fresh gush of juice run down her thighs.
Kahlan fell into Cara's arms, to bask and hurt and rest. "Lover," Cara whispered into her ear.
As the Mother Confessor verged on unconsciousness, Cara drew a bath, undressing herself as the water pooled and warmed. When she returned, Kahlan's slack expression had settled on a loving smile. She let Cara pick her up and carry her to the bath, where they sunk below the water together.
Kahlan wrapped herself around the Mord'Sith like she was trying to clothe her. "You… I… that was… I've never felt anything that…"
"Intense?" Cara suggested.
"Good! It was like you controlled me, and made me feel something I didn't even know I could."
"I didn't know you could take it," Cara said gruffly. "I thought you would back down."
"Sorry to disappoint you." Kahlan buried her face in Cara's chest, resting her head against the hardness of Cara's sternum. Happy as a clam.
She was like a drug Cara couldn't get enough of, reducing the Mord'Sith to one of those pathetic wretches who would do anything for their next fix. Her warmth, her smiles, her sex, they were all addictive. Paired, it inspired a devotion that could only be described as religious. Was there anything Cara wouldn't do for this… survivor that nestled herself in Cara's arms like a flower growing between stones?
Only one thing could put Cara off Kahlan, and she used it. "Winter's over," Cara said. "Richard will be here shortly."
"I'm ready," Kahlan replied.
Cara kept her eyes off Kahlan, staring up at the ceiling. There was a spider's web up there. "I'm not really your mistress, you know. If you want, you can return to him. He never has to know."
"Why would I want that?" Kahlan asked, with a tiny kiss to Cara's collarbone.
The spider web had a fly in it. "I don't know. I just thought you might. That's how love works, right? You stay together, through everything. If you're separated, you reunite. You don't let anyone stand in the way of that."
Kahlan slid up to her end of the tub, staring at Cara with the steely gaze of a woman who'd commanded kings even before she'd survived her capture by the Mord'Sith. "I don't love him. There was a woman who did, but she died at the end of an Agiel."
Cara had never felt guilty for the pain from her holstered weapon before. "Someday you'll be that woman again. You'll get better. And when that happens, I'll understand if you look at me and… see the leathers."
"I could never turn a blind eye to what you've shown me." She closed her eyes, and Cara reminded herself that as strong as Kahlan was, she wasn't invincible. "Don't leave me," she said plainly. "Stay and I'll always love you. Leave and I won't stop thinking about you. But never act as if you know what's best for me."
Cara bent her head with shame. All she'd wanted was to spare Kahlan the pain of having to choose between her and Richard. But again, she'd misstepped, her Mord'Sith upbringing betraying her. It'd never occurred to her that Kahlan had already chosen. She moved across the water and settled into Kahlan's arms, kissing her softly.
"I'll take care of you," she said. "But you can take care of me."
Kahlan's hand rolled down Cara's spine, welcoming her back. "I think I'll enjoy taking care of you."
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Date: 2010-08-14 08:21 pm (UTC)Yes!! Kahlan had chosen indeed.
Thank you for satisfying end.
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Date: 2010-08-14 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-14 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-14 10:15 pm (UTC)And yay, Cara finally accepted that Kahlan wants her.
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Date: 2010-08-14 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-15 03:49 am (UTC)That was pretty much amazing. Thanks for going there. And it even had a squishy ending, zomg perfect. *squishes it*
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Date: 2010-08-15 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-15 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-15 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-15 08:52 pm (UTC)can't wait to see Dick's reaction ;)
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Date: 2010-08-16 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-11-30 09:47 pm (UTC)To the Chorus
Date: 2010-12-10 01:09 pm (UTC)Intensely arousing
Intrinsically decadent
Immensely satisfying
My three 'I's to you. (Aye aye aye)