Lots PWP: Willingness (Cara/Dahlia)
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seriousficOh God, this is filthy.
Title: Willingness
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,720
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Dahlia, Nicci
Summary: AU. Dahlia has joined the Seeker's team, helping Cara by safeguarding their captive, Nicci. One night, Nicci sees how Cara got Dahlia on her side…
I couldn't believe it had come to this. I had once been leader of the Sisters of the Dark, the most powerful sorceress of my generation, the Keeper's most trusted servant. Even after abandoning Him, I was on my way to becoming the leader of a new world, with the Seeker and his precious Confessor as my concubines. Then it had all caught aflame. The Seeker's pet Mord'Sith came up behind me and brought me down with her Agiel, no doubt getting a sick sexual satisfaction out of it. As if the blonde wasn't enough, the Seeker had pulled another one from the gutter, a bitch named Dahlia whose overtures to Cara were sickeningly sentimental. Even now, riding on Cara's horse with a Rada'han on my neck, Dahlia was shamelessly presenting to Cara, like a dog with its rump in the air.
Cara sat behind me in the saddle, holding the reins as if daring me to try for them. "Maybe you should ride on the other side of the Lord Rahl," she told Dahlia, smirking incessantly. "He only has a Wizard of the First Order and a Mother Confessor guarding his flank."
"They could use a Mord'Sith's protection," Dahlia smirked back, "but then I wouldn't be able to hear your riding crop when you use it to train that beast."
"I wouldn't use this on Nicci. She merits the taste of an Agiel."
Before I could respond, Cara slapped her crop across the horse’s rump. The pace picked up, bouncing me up and down in the saddle, making me land on a tingle between my legs. I could feel Cara's breath hitting the back of my neck like pheromones hitting a gar.
"You'll never break me, Mord'Sith slut. I'll die first."
"Who's breaking you?" The crop whipped again, making the horse go faster. I wasn't a horseman. I leaned forward and took handfuls of the horse's mane so I didn't fall off. I felt my backside press against the hard leather of Cara's armor. "I'm just giving you what you've always wanted. Strength. Power. Like what you're feeling between your legs right now." That was her crop, skirting my thigh as sensuously as a tongue licking at my skin. "I'm the kind of master you've always wanted to serve. Isn't that right?"
From alongside us, Dahlia nodded. "There's happiness in slavery. Tonight, Nicci, you'll see."
Cara leaned over to kiss Dahlia, and the sparks where my womanhood met the saddle suddenly landed on something flammable. The bitch knew how to kiss. Dahlia knew how to take it.
"I'll scout ahead," Cara said. "You stay here and make friends with Kahlan."
She pulled me against her and whipped the horse again. As the saddle bounded underneath, stroking us both with leather, I felt my pussy turn to tenderness. I tried again and again to force my magic through the Rada'han, but my heart wasn't in it. I'd served worse masters than Cara. When the time came, I'd kill her quickly.
***
The walled city of Davenly had been under quarantine since a rift had opened up a scant two miles from its doors. Only now had they opened their gates and let in visitors, sure they weren't Banelings. For the Seeker and his Mother Confessor, they even put on a parade. Cheering at how they now had all the time in the world to toil, suffer, and tarry in vain. The Seeker hated all the accolades, of course, but Kahlan was the practiced politician. Before long, we were all in the castle of Davenly's governor. The stable boys watched as the Mord'Sith tended to their own horses, leaving only holding my leash for the boys to do.
"What's with her?" one of them asked.
"Is she, like, your sex slave?" asked another.
"Why don't you tell them, Nicci?" Cara replied. "It's alright."
I gave the boys my nice, the-Creator's-benevolence-is-unending smile. "If this collar were off my neck, I would flay you where you stand. The Mord'Sith are presently holding me captive until the Seeker works up the nerve to have me executed. It could take a while."
Dahlia grabbed the leash and gave it a jerk, stopping my next breath cold. The punishment didn't go further than that; Cara stepped in. "Don't punish her, Dahlia. It will take a while. Time enough for us all to become…" she glanced at the stable boys, and I wondered if she was hearing Kahlan's admonishment in her head like I'd once heard the Creator's. "Good friends."
"I'd sooner have an Agiel shoved up my ass."
"No. That comes later."
***
I was a Mriswith, invisible, waiting to strike. All the effort the people of Davenly put into ignoring the Mord'Sith in their midst went double toward ignoring me, my Rada'han, my leash. Have I ever mentioned how hard I find it to believe that anyone would lift a finger to help these people?
They ended up putting us in the room across the hall from the Seeker and the Mother Confessor, far enough away that we wouldn't hear what they were doing with a soft warm bed. Just us girls – me, Dahlia, and Cara. I was stowed in the entryway with the shoes and coats, where I couldn't get mud on the nice clean carpet of the bedroom. Dahlia hooked my leash to the hall tree and left me in front of the inner door. "If you need anything, just ring," she said.
I sneered at her. She went inside; the door shut behind her. A moment later, I heard flesh meet flesh.
On the door was a keyhole. I looked through it. Dahlia was on her knees, one side of her face blooming red. Cara stood over her, Dahlia's braid caught in her grip. "Are you going to punish me?" Dahlia asked.
"Why shouldn't I?" Cara asked, circling behind Dahlia, her hands on her shoulders to keep her firmly down. "You were going to betray my Lord Rahl, lead me into a trap, perhaps even doom the Mother Confessor."
"I was so foolish… so foolish, mistress. You were too generous in giving me a second chance." Dahlia bent her neck, exposing the back of her neck to Cara. I smirked. Maybe the blonde was about to do my job for me. "Please punish me. Make me memorize this lesson."
With constrained affection, Cara broke the plaits in Dahlia's braid so her hair hung, unfettered, down to the small of her back. "After this, you will only call me Cara. And you will never disobey Richard Rahl or Kahlan Amnell again."
"Yes mistress."
With a hard breath, Cara ripped open the collar of Dahlia's leathers, then worked the clasps running down her spine. In no time at all, she had Dahlia stripped to the waist, that dark hair covering all of Dahlia, delaying the inevitable. I bit my lip. Cara seemed like she'd gotten a lot of practice undressing Mord'Sith.
I heard an Agiel scream as Cara took it out of its holster. I could see Dahlia's breasts heaving under her unbound hair, and almost hear her heartbeat ramping up. What a slut. What a perfect little slut.
"Where do you want it?" Cara asked, moving her Agiel through Dahlia's hair so Dahlia could feel its weight, but not its touch.
"Inside me, mistress."
"In your mouth?" Cara moved the Agiel just shy of Dahlia's lips. "In your cunt?" She knelt down behind Dahlia, pressing herself to the Mord'Sith's back. She brought the Agiel down on the carpet, between Dahlia's firm thighs. She didn't give her a taste, even through the leather. "Or maybe someplace else?" I lost sight of the Agiel as it went between Cara and Dahlia's bodies, but I could see Dahlia's eyes widen in wanting. Spirits, how could anyone be such a whore as to enjoy that? You'd never see me wanting such a thing. How could it possibly feel… to make up for the pain?
"Anywhere you wish to place it, mistress," Dahlia whimpered, weakness entering her voice. Weakness and need. "You won't hear a complaint from me. Unless you wish to."
"You know I wish to," Cara hissed into Dahlia's ear. "I want to find out if you're still the dirty bitch you were when I left you, and the best way to do that is to hear you moan like a whore with a full purse. Unless you've changed, Dahlia. Unless you haven't missed me, lying awake at night, your fingers and your sisters and your slaves not sufficient to satisfy you. Not without me."
"Please, mistress. Use me, and I'll show you nothing has changed. I'll show you what I've learned since you've been gone. I'll please us both."
"And what if I don't want to please us both?" Cara shoved Dahlia's face against the floor, then set her Agiel deliberately to the side, a handspan from Dahlia's gasping lips. "What if I want all the pleasure for myself?"
"Mistress, please…"
"The pleasure of hearing your lover beg. The pleasure of hearing your lover scream. The pleasure of your lover's skin, bruised and bloodied and aching with pleasure. I don't think you've earned that, Dahlia."
"Let me earn it, mistress, anything I can do…"
"It's not what you can do. It's what I can do to you." Cara left Dahlia on all fours, panting and husking like an animal promised attention but given only disdain. When she returned, there was a riding crop in her hand. I watched her roll the tress down Dahlia's spine and saw Dahlia shudder with what would be an orgasm in any other woman. As hard as it was to admit, I'd never seen anyone give as much sexual pleasure as Cara Mason, with only a few choice words and scant touches.
"This is brand new," Cara said, her words driving Dahlia pleasingly onward. "I sent a page for it this evening. It still smells of the tanner. But after tonight, it's going to smell of blood and sweat and come. You may undress me now."
Dahlia bounded up and virtually attacked Cara, ripping the leathers from her body like they were tissue instead of armor. And through it all, Cara smirked, as if she was getting exactly what she wanted. I had to hold back a gasp at the sight of her body. I had expected it to be scarred and muscular, but it wasn't. There were a few paltry scars, but on the whole, she'd been too good to be marked. And a thin layer of softness belied the clear muscle in her taut belly, firm thighs, and hard arms. She was, by any standard, beautiful.
With the same fervor, Dahlia brought herself against Cara in a desperate kiss, her fingers darting between her legs at the same time, clearly trying to draw her into a sexual frenzy before Cara's training could resist. It was useless. Cara struck Dahlia down with an open hand, then kept her down with a boot pressing down on her face. I gasped almost in unison with Dahlia at the perfect violence of it, the sheer eroticism of being so firmly controlled.
"I've been away too long," Cara said. "The Dahlia I left behind knew her place."
"Forgive me, mistress. You… you bring out the beast in me."
"We are not beasts. We are Mord'Sith. But if you insist on acting like the former…" She took her boot off Dahlia's face, leaving a smudge of dirt on her cheekbone… my breathing grew labored… and then leaned down to run the crop over Dahlia's cheek. "I can train you like one."
"Give me discipline," Dahlia begged. "Please."
"On your back."
Dahlia obeyed. There was something so arousing in that tiny concept, how Dahlia leapt to serve Cara in the knowledge that she would be rewarded. There was no use denying it. If I weren't enrapt by the spectacle before me, I would be wondering if Cara could make me come half as hard.
Cara stood over Dahlia, and even though they were both unclothed, there was something about Cara that made it clear she had all the power, that Dahlia was dependant on her for the slightest whiff of pleasure. Maybe it was the riding crop in her right hand, the tress slowly slapping against her left palm. Just that little, tiny sound made Dahlia thrill with each repetition.
"Do you know what amazes me?" Cara asked. She leaned down. Dahlia must've gotten a fantastic look at her cleavage. I imagined running my hand over her outthrust ass. Then her crop roamed between Dahlia's breasts, down to her cunt, still refusing to be used more harshly than a feather. "Just how wet you are. Was I so good to you that even your punishment makes you hotter than a whore on Shadrin meat?"
"You're just so beautiful, mistress."
"I know I am. Spread your legs."
Dahlia reached down and sunk her fingers into her thighs, pulling herself open for Cara, who bent over her from the side, resting an elbow on Dahlia's knee. She used the crop to push Dahlia’s nether lips open for a better look, and that touch, the idea it planted, made Dahlia tremble ever so slightly. For a Mord'Sith, she might as well have been baying at the moon. When Cara lowered her head to Dahlia's pussy, the brunette had to grip her thighs so hard they reddened. But she didn't lick or bite or kiss. She just took a slow sniff, like a wine connoisseur preparing for her first sip, then she turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes held a message that made mine widen.
She'll taste delicious, Cara seemed to say, with just her hooded eyes and indolent smile.
"Say it," Cara ordered, returning her attention to Dahlia.
"Say what?"
The riding crop came down with a stinging slap between Dahlia's legs. Dahlia gasped for air, but when her fingers curled, I could see it was all she could do not to touch herself.
"The devotional. And if you aren't thinking of Richard, I'll know. I won't punish you. I'll end you."
Dahlia took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Master Rahl guide us. Master Rahl teach us. Master Rahl protect us." With surprising gentleness, Cara reached out with the crop and rubbed its tress tenderly over Dahlia’s folds. Dahlia whimpered, but continued the oath. Her hands ran over her body, set to the same speed as the riding crop caressing her. "In your light we thrive. In your mercy we are sheltered. In your wisdom we are humbled. We live only to serve. Our lives are yours."
Cara lay next to Dahlia, the crop moving a bit quicker, but her other hand touching Dahlia's face with the first real intimacy I'd seen from her. Her fingers traced Dahlia's lips, the underside of her chin, the curvature of her jaw, like she was reassuring herself that someone was alive who'd been deathly ill for the longest time. "Now you are mine," Cara told her, so softly I had to strain my ears to hear it.
"There is no one I would rather give myself to. Please, mistress. I know this is hard for you as well. Take whatever satisfaction you can from me. Use me. Use every inch of me to further your pleasure."
"Finally, you talk sense." Cara kissed Dahlia, the kind of kiss I'd once envied the Confessor for sharing with Richard, and as it grew heated, Cara began to lift the crop a few inches from Dahlia’s cunt, then bring it down like a metronome chopping through the air. Dahlia crooned into Cara's mouth, her hands no longer roaming, but settling on Cara's strong back, intertwining them. In a heartbeat, she was lifting herself up to meet the forceful strokes.
"I'll never leave you again," Cara said, her mouth free now that Dahlia was devouring her neck. "You will go where I go and sleep where I sleep. We will fight as one and die as one, and the Lord Rahl shall never have a more devoted servant as long as one of us has breath."
"Be my mistress," Dahlia panted, unable to do anything else. "Take my pleasure. Make me come."
I felt my robes being lifted from my legs, then fingers gliding up my thigh and into my channel. It took no conscious thought to realize it was me, priming myself for orgasm.
Cara lowered her head to Dahlia’s heaving breasts, and since it would be impossible to keep them by her mouth while Dahlia was writhing like a flame in the wind, she bit down on the nipple and held it within her teeth, letting the pain of it spur Dahlia toward completion.
"More, mistress! Please, more!"
Cara brought the crop down sharply on Dahlia’s thigh, leaving a welt. Dahlia moaned, more than in pain. It became a rhythm, Cara alternating light taps on Dahlia's pussy with stronger blows across her thighs. Dahlia was obviously going mad with desire, muttering obscenities under her breath along with pleas to the Lord Rahl, bits of the D'Haran devotional, Cara's name. Cara refused to release her, her only concession switching to Dahlia's other breast, leaving teeth marks on the first one.
"I love you, Cara!" Dahlia finally shouted, so loud that the one exclamation must have turned her voice hoarse.
Mercilessly, Cara brought the crop down three times on Dahlia’s pussy, the last one catching her clit. Dahlia came, but that wasn't good enough for Cara. She rose up over Dahlia, her smile decadent and excited, and gripped her riding crop at the middle. The handle, where the leather was thickest, towered threateningly over Dahlia. With no respite, Cara drove it into Dahlia, and the Mord'Sith broke. The braided leather was as hard, as long, as thick as any cock, but I could see Cara knew how Dahlia needed it, how Dahlia loved it, and that made all the difference. Dahlia came again, right on the heels of the first, like that hadn't been an orgasm at all, just a taste to whet her appetite.
Cara kissed Dahlia again. I couldn't see the love this time, just passion and dominance, and that made me add another finger to the ones I had inside me already. Just the sight of the crop's slender tress, still slick from Dahlia's first orgasm, now protruding from her cunt, shaking with each thrust Cara used it for, was unbearably erotic.
Dahlia's mouth was still open in a silent moan, but Cara was making all the noise. She was breathing so huskily that it came out like a purr. She finally slipped off of Dahlia and settled on her side. The crop was still inside Dahlia, almost up to the tress, and Cara drew it out slowly, between two fingers, until finally the handle emerged and Dahlia found her voice, whimpering her approval.
I envied them. They'd had something spectacular while I was still desperate for relief, and after seeing them go at each other, just the sight of their naked bodies wasn't enough. I could barely blink. I'd never look at Cara the same way. I'd never look at women the same way.
Ever so slowly, Cara slithered the glistening tress up Dahlia's body, over the coils of hair that wandered her body and between her breasts as they stilled, moving ponderously with Dahlia's deep breaths. Dahlia opened her mouth, Cara brought the crop to her lips, and the two met, Dahlia's tongue touching the very tip.
I came. Such a small word for such an intense sensation. I was possessed and whatever had control of me arched my back and curled my toes and left me lying on my side, feeling just how wet my fingers were now. There was no way the Mord'Sith hadn't heard me, although I hadn't been nearly as loud as they had. All I had to show for my orgasm was a long, drawn-out moan.
I could see them under the door. They ignored me. Cara rolled on top of Dahlia and gave the crop a full lick, her tongue working its way from the handle of the crop to the end, leaving her eye to eye with Dahlia. "You did well, Dahlia. You can have your reward. Get on the bed and catch your breath. You're going to serve me very well."
Dahlia got up immediately, bringing her bruised thighs into my sight, and trudged to the bed. Cara gave her a last little whack with the crop, stinging her rump, before picking up her Agiel and walking to me.
She threw the door open. I looked up at her. My arousal was obvious, my silken robes plastered to my skin, my crotch dark with moisture, my breath lost. She raised my chin with the riding crop. It still smelled of Dahlia. Cara was right. She must have tasted delicious.
"Would you care to join us, Nicci? That leash can just as easily be hanging from the headboard."
I took a deep breath. "I'll never serve your Lord Rahl."
"I don't believe anyone asked you to. He wouldn't get much use out of a little slut like you. But we will. If you're interested."
"No strings attached? I don’t have to swear fealty to… participate?"
"Not yet." She smiled, and I knew her game. She'd break me slowly but surely, addicting me to her as surely as Dahlia was, wracking me with pleasure until I couldn't live without her and her little rewards. I would be her bitch, her slut, as submissive to her as I'd once been to the Keeper.
But it wasn't like I had anything better to do. Maybe I just wasn't cut out to rule the world. Maybe I'd be better off being ruled… controlled… dominated…
I stood up. "I'm going to make you come so hard that all you'll need Dahlia for is fetching you drinks."
Her smile acquired an edge. "That's what Denna said. Didn't stop me from putting an arrow through her chest a few months later. But you're welcome to do better."
She took my leash and led me inside to the bed, where Dahlia was already spread out, licking her lips. She didn't have to pull on my Rada'han once.
Title: Willingness
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,720
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Dahlia, Nicci
Summary: AU. Dahlia has joined the Seeker's team, helping Cara by safeguarding their captive, Nicci. One night, Nicci sees how Cara got Dahlia on her side…
I couldn't believe it had come to this. I had once been leader of the Sisters of the Dark, the most powerful sorceress of my generation, the Keeper's most trusted servant. Even after abandoning Him, I was on my way to becoming the leader of a new world, with the Seeker and his precious Confessor as my concubines. Then it had all caught aflame. The Seeker's pet Mord'Sith came up behind me and brought me down with her Agiel, no doubt getting a sick sexual satisfaction out of it. As if the blonde wasn't enough, the Seeker had pulled another one from the gutter, a bitch named Dahlia whose overtures to Cara were sickeningly sentimental. Even now, riding on Cara's horse with a Rada'han on my neck, Dahlia was shamelessly presenting to Cara, like a dog with its rump in the air.
Cara sat behind me in the saddle, holding the reins as if daring me to try for them. "Maybe you should ride on the other side of the Lord Rahl," she told Dahlia, smirking incessantly. "He only has a Wizard of the First Order and a Mother Confessor guarding his flank."
"They could use a Mord'Sith's protection," Dahlia smirked back, "but then I wouldn't be able to hear your riding crop when you use it to train that beast."
"I wouldn't use this on Nicci. She merits the taste of an Agiel."
Before I could respond, Cara slapped her crop across the horse’s rump. The pace picked up, bouncing me up and down in the saddle, making me land on a tingle between my legs. I could feel Cara's breath hitting the back of my neck like pheromones hitting a gar.
"You'll never break me, Mord'Sith slut. I'll die first."
"Who's breaking you?" The crop whipped again, making the horse go faster. I wasn't a horseman. I leaned forward and took handfuls of the horse's mane so I didn't fall off. I felt my backside press against the hard leather of Cara's armor. "I'm just giving you what you've always wanted. Strength. Power. Like what you're feeling between your legs right now." That was her crop, skirting my thigh as sensuously as a tongue licking at my skin. "I'm the kind of master you've always wanted to serve. Isn't that right?"
From alongside us, Dahlia nodded. "There's happiness in slavery. Tonight, Nicci, you'll see."
Cara leaned over to kiss Dahlia, and the sparks where my womanhood met the saddle suddenly landed on something flammable. The bitch knew how to kiss. Dahlia knew how to take it.
"I'll scout ahead," Cara said. "You stay here and make friends with Kahlan."
She pulled me against her and whipped the horse again. As the saddle bounded underneath, stroking us both with leather, I felt my pussy turn to tenderness. I tried again and again to force my magic through the Rada'han, but my heart wasn't in it. I'd served worse masters than Cara. When the time came, I'd kill her quickly.
***
The walled city of Davenly had been under quarantine since a rift had opened up a scant two miles from its doors. Only now had they opened their gates and let in visitors, sure they weren't Banelings. For the Seeker and his Mother Confessor, they even put on a parade. Cheering at how they now had all the time in the world to toil, suffer, and tarry in vain. The Seeker hated all the accolades, of course, but Kahlan was the practiced politician. Before long, we were all in the castle of Davenly's governor. The stable boys watched as the Mord'Sith tended to their own horses, leaving only holding my leash for the boys to do.
"What's with her?" one of them asked.
"Is she, like, your sex slave?" asked another.
"Why don't you tell them, Nicci?" Cara replied. "It's alright."
I gave the boys my nice, the-Creator's-benevolence-is-unending smile. "If this collar were off my neck, I would flay you where you stand. The Mord'Sith are presently holding me captive until the Seeker works up the nerve to have me executed. It could take a while."
Dahlia grabbed the leash and gave it a jerk, stopping my next breath cold. The punishment didn't go further than that; Cara stepped in. "Don't punish her, Dahlia. It will take a while. Time enough for us all to become…" she glanced at the stable boys, and I wondered if she was hearing Kahlan's admonishment in her head like I'd once heard the Creator's. "Good friends."
"I'd sooner have an Agiel shoved up my ass."
"No. That comes later."
***
I was a Mriswith, invisible, waiting to strike. All the effort the people of Davenly put into ignoring the Mord'Sith in their midst went double toward ignoring me, my Rada'han, my leash. Have I ever mentioned how hard I find it to believe that anyone would lift a finger to help these people?
They ended up putting us in the room across the hall from the Seeker and the Mother Confessor, far enough away that we wouldn't hear what they were doing with a soft warm bed. Just us girls – me, Dahlia, and Cara. I was stowed in the entryway with the shoes and coats, where I couldn't get mud on the nice clean carpet of the bedroom. Dahlia hooked my leash to the hall tree and left me in front of the inner door. "If you need anything, just ring," she said.
I sneered at her. She went inside; the door shut behind her. A moment later, I heard flesh meet flesh.
On the door was a keyhole. I looked through it. Dahlia was on her knees, one side of her face blooming red. Cara stood over her, Dahlia's braid caught in her grip. "Are you going to punish me?" Dahlia asked.
"Why shouldn't I?" Cara asked, circling behind Dahlia, her hands on her shoulders to keep her firmly down. "You were going to betray my Lord Rahl, lead me into a trap, perhaps even doom the Mother Confessor."
"I was so foolish… so foolish, mistress. You were too generous in giving me a second chance." Dahlia bent her neck, exposing the back of her neck to Cara. I smirked. Maybe the blonde was about to do my job for me. "Please punish me. Make me memorize this lesson."
With constrained affection, Cara broke the plaits in Dahlia's braid so her hair hung, unfettered, down to the small of her back. "After this, you will only call me Cara. And you will never disobey Richard Rahl or Kahlan Amnell again."
"Yes mistress."
With a hard breath, Cara ripped open the collar of Dahlia's leathers, then worked the clasps running down her spine. In no time at all, she had Dahlia stripped to the waist, that dark hair covering all of Dahlia, delaying the inevitable. I bit my lip. Cara seemed like she'd gotten a lot of practice undressing Mord'Sith.
I heard an Agiel scream as Cara took it out of its holster. I could see Dahlia's breasts heaving under her unbound hair, and almost hear her heartbeat ramping up. What a slut. What a perfect little slut.
"Where do you want it?" Cara asked, moving her Agiel through Dahlia's hair so Dahlia could feel its weight, but not its touch.
"Inside me, mistress."
"In your mouth?" Cara moved the Agiel just shy of Dahlia's lips. "In your cunt?" She knelt down behind Dahlia, pressing herself to the Mord'Sith's back. She brought the Agiel down on the carpet, between Dahlia's firm thighs. She didn't give her a taste, even through the leather. "Or maybe someplace else?" I lost sight of the Agiel as it went between Cara and Dahlia's bodies, but I could see Dahlia's eyes widen in wanting. Spirits, how could anyone be such a whore as to enjoy that? You'd never see me wanting such a thing. How could it possibly feel… to make up for the pain?
"Anywhere you wish to place it, mistress," Dahlia whimpered, weakness entering her voice. Weakness and need. "You won't hear a complaint from me. Unless you wish to."
"You know I wish to," Cara hissed into Dahlia's ear. "I want to find out if you're still the dirty bitch you were when I left you, and the best way to do that is to hear you moan like a whore with a full purse. Unless you've changed, Dahlia. Unless you haven't missed me, lying awake at night, your fingers and your sisters and your slaves not sufficient to satisfy you. Not without me."
"Please, mistress. Use me, and I'll show you nothing has changed. I'll show you what I've learned since you've been gone. I'll please us both."
"And what if I don't want to please us both?" Cara shoved Dahlia's face against the floor, then set her Agiel deliberately to the side, a handspan from Dahlia's gasping lips. "What if I want all the pleasure for myself?"
"Mistress, please…"
"The pleasure of hearing your lover beg. The pleasure of hearing your lover scream. The pleasure of your lover's skin, bruised and bloodied and aching with pleasure. I don't think you've earned that, Dahlia."
"Let me earn it, mistress, anything I can do…"
"It's not what you can do. It's what I can do to you." Cara left Dahlia on all fours, panting and husking like an animal promised attention but given only disdain. When she returned, there was a riding crop in her hand. I watched her roll the tress down Dahlia's spine and saw Dahlia shudder with what would be an orgasm in any other woman. As hard as it was to admit, I'd never seen anyone give as much sexual pleasure as Cara Mason, with only a few choice words and scant touches.
"This is brand new," Cara said, her words driving Dahlia pleasingly onward. "I sent a page for it this evening. It still smells of the tanner. But after tonight, it's going to smell of blood and sweat and come. You may undress me now."
Dahlia bounded up and virtually attacked Cara, ripping the leathers from her body like they were tissue instead of armor. And through it all, Cara smirked, as if she was getting exactly what she wanted. I had to hold back a gasp at the sight of her body. I had expected it to be scarred and muscular, but it wasn't. There were a few paltry scars, but on the whole, she'd been too good to be marked. And a thin layer of softness belied the clear muscle in her taut belly, firm thighs, and hard arms. She was, by any standard, beautiful.
With the same fervor, Dahlia brought herself against Cara in a desperate kiss, her fingers darting between her legs at the same time, clearly trying to draw her into a sexual frenzy before Cara's training could resist. It was useless. Cara struck Dahlia down with an open hand, then kept her down with a boot pressing down on her face. I gasped almost in unison with Dahlia at the perfect violence of it, the sheer eroticism of being so firmly controlled.
"I've been away too long," Cara said. "The Dahlia I left behind knew her place."
"Forgive me, mistress. You… you bring out the beast in me."
"We are not beasts. We are Mord'Sith. But if you insist on acting like the former…" She took her boot off Dahlia's face, leaving a smudge of dirt on her cheekbone… my breathing grew labored… and then leaned down to run the crop over Dahlia's cheek. "I can train you like one."
"Give me discipline," Dahlia begged. "Please."
"On your back."
Dahlia obeyed. There was something so arousing in that tiny concept, how Dahlia leapt to serve Cara in the knowledge that she would be rewarded. There was no use denying it. If I weren't enrapt by the spectacle before me, I would be wondering if Cara could make me come half as hard.
Cara stood over Dahlia, and even though they were both unclothed, there was something about Cara that made it clear she had all the power, that Dahlia was dependant on her for the slightest whiff of pleasure. Maybe it was the riding crop in her right hand, the tress slowly slapping against her left palm. Just that little, tiny sound made Dahlia thrill with each repetition.
"Do you know what amazes me?" Cara asked. She leaned down. Dahlia must've gotten a fantastic look at her cleavage. I imagined running my hand over her outthrust ass. Then her crop roamed between Dahlia's breasts, down to her cunt, still refusing to be used more harshly than a feather. "Just how wet you are. Was I so good to you that even your punishment makes you hotter than a whore on Shadrin meat?"
"You're just so beautiful, mistress."
"I know I am. Spread your legs."
Dahlia reached down and sunk her fingers into her thighs, pulling herself open for Cara, who bent over her from the side, resting an elbow on Dahlia's knee. She used the crop to push Dahlia’s nether lips open for a better look, and that touch, the idea it planted, made Dahlia tremble ever so slightly. For a Mord'Sith, she might as well have been baying at the moon. When Cara lowered her head to Dahlia's pussy, the brunette had to grip her thighs so hard they reddened. But she didn't lick or bite or kiss. She just took a slow sniff, like a wine connoisseur preparing for her first sip, then she turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes held a message that made mine widen.
She'll taste delicious, Cara seemed to say, with just her hooded eyes and indolent smile.
"Say it," Cara ordered, returning her attention to Dahlia.
"Say what?"
The riding crop came down with a stinging slap between Dahlia's legs. Dahlia gasped for air, but when her fingers curled, I could see it was all she could do not to touch herself.
"The devotional. And if you aren't thinking of Richard, I'll know. I won't punish you. I'll end you."
Dahlia took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Master Rahl guide us. Master Rahl teach us. Master Rahl protect us." With surprising gentleness, Cara reached out with the crop and rubbed its tress tenderly over Dahlia’s folds. Dahlia whimpered, but continued the oath. Her hands ran over her body, set to the same speed as the riding crop caressing her. "In your light we thrive. In your mercy we are sheltered. In your wisdom we are humbled. We live only to serve. Our lives are yours."
Cara lay next to Dahlia, the crop moving a bit quicker, but her other hand touching Dahlia's face with the first real intimacy I'd seen from her. Her fingers traced Dahlia's lips, the underside of her chin, the curvature of her jaw, like she was reassuring herself that someone was alive who'd been deathly ill for the longest time. "Now you are mine," Cara told her, so softly I had to strain my ears to hear it.
"There is no one I would rather give myself to. Please, mistress. I know this is hard for you as well. Take whatever satisfaction you can from me. Use me. Use every inch of me to further your pleasure."
"Finally, you talk sense." Cara kissed Dahlia, the kind of kiss I'd once envied the Confessor for sharing with Richard, and as it grew heated, Cara began to lift the crop a few inches from Dahlia’s cunt, then bring it down like a metronome chopping through the air. Dahlia crooned into Cara's mouth, her hands no longer roaming, but settling on Cara's strong back, intertwining them. In a heartbeat, she was lifting herself up to meet the forceful strokes.
"I'll never leave you again," Cara said, her mouth free now that Dahlia was devouring her neck. "You will go where I go and sleep where I sleep. We will fight as one and die as one, and the Lord Rahl shall never have a more devoted servant as long as one of us has breath."
"Be my mistress," Dahlia panted, unable to do anything else. "Take my pleasure. Make me come."
I felt my robes being lifted from my legs, then fingers gliding up my thigh and into my channel. It took no conscious thought to realize it was me, priming myself for orgasm.
Cara lowered her head to Dahlia’s heaving breasts, and since it would be impossible to keep them by her mouth while Dahlia was writhing like a flame in the wind, she bit down on the nipple and held it within her teeth, letting the pain of it spur Dahlia toward completion.
"More, mistress! Please, more!"
Cara brought the crop down sharply on Dahlia’s thigh, leaving a welt. Dahlia moaned, more than in pain. It became a rhythm, Cara alternating light taps on Dahlia's pussy with stronger blows across her thighs. Dahlia was obviously going mad with desire, muttering obscenities under her breath along with pleas to the Lord Rahl, bits of the D'Haran devotional, Cara's name. Cara refused to release her, her only concession switching to Dahlia's other breast, leaving teeth marks on the first one.
"I love you, Cara!" Dahlia finally shouted, so loud that the one exclamation must have turned her voice hoarse.
Mercilessly, Cara brought the crop down three times on Dahlia’s pussy, the last one catching her clit. Dahlia came, but that wasn't good enough for Cara. She rose up over Dahlia, her smile decadent and excited, and gripped her riding crop at the middle. The handle, where the leather was thickest, towered threateningly over Dahlia. With no respite, Cara drove it into Dahlia, and the Mord'Sith broke. The braided leather was as hard, as long, as thick as any cock, but I could see Cara knew how Dahlia needed it, how Dahlia loved it, and that made all the difference. Dahlia came again, right on the heels of the first, like that hadn't been an orgasm at all, just a taste to whet her appetite.
Cara kissed Dahlia again. I couldn't see the love this time, just passion and dominance, and that made me add another finger to the ones I had inside me already. Just the sight of the crop's slender tress, still slick from Dahlia's first orgasm, now protruding from her cunt, shaking with each thrust Cara used it for, was unbearably erotic.
Dahlia's mouth was still open in a silent moan, but Cara was making all the noise. She was breathing so huskily that it came out like a purr. She finally slipped off of Dahlia and settled on her side. The crop was still inside Dahlia, almost up to the tress, and Cara drew it out slowly, between two fingers, until finally the handle emerged and Dahlia found her voice, whimpering her approval.
I envied them. They'd had something spectacular while I was still desperate for relief, and after seeing them go at each other, just the sight of their naked bodies wasn't enough. I could barely blink. I'd never look at Cara the same way. I'd never look at women the same way.
Ever so slowly, Cara slithered the glistening tress up Dahlia's body, over the coils of hair that wandered her body and between her breasts as they stilled, moving ponderously with Dahlia's deep breaths. Dahlia opened her mouth, Cara brought the crop to her lips, and the two met, Dahlia's tongue touching the very tip.
I came. Such a small word for such an intense sensation. I was possessed and whatever had control of me arched my back and curled my toes and left me lying on my side, feeling just how wet my fingers were now. There was no way the Mord'Sith hadn't heard me, although I hadn't been nearly as loud as they had. All I had to show for my orgasm was a long, drawn-out moan.
I could see them under the door. They ignored me. Cara rolled on top of Dahlia and gave the crop a full lick, her tongue working its way from the handle of the crop to the end, leaving her eye to eye with Dahlia. "You did well, Dahlia. You can have your reward. Get on the bed and catch your breath. You're going to serve me very well."
Dahlia got up immediately, bringing her bruised thighs into my sight, and trudged to the bed. Cara gave her a last little whack with the crop, stinging her rump, before picking up her Agiel and walking to me.
She threw the door open. I looked up at her. My arousal was obvious, my silken robes plastered to my skin, my crotch dark with moisture, my breath lost. She raised my chin with the riding crop. It still smelled of Dahlia. Cara was right. She must have tasted delicious.
"Would you care to join us, Nicci? That leash can just as easily be hanging from the headboard."
I took a deep breath. "I'll never serve your Lord Rahl."
"I don't believe anyone asked you to. He wouldn't get much use out of a little slut like you. But we will. If you're interested."
"No strings attached? I don’t have to swear fealty to… participate?"
"Not yet." She smiled, and I knew her game. She'd break me slowly but surely, addicting me to her as surely as Dahlia was, wracking me with pleasure until I couldn't live without her and her little rewards. I would be her bitch, her slut, as submissive to her as I'd once been to the Keeper.
But it wasn't like I had anything better to do. Maybe I just wasn't cut out to rule the world. Maybe I'd be better off being ruled… controlled… dominated…
I stood up. "I'm going to make you come so hard that all you'll need Dahlia for is fetching you drinks."
Her smile acquired an edge. "That's what Denna said. Didn't stop me from putting an arrow through her chest a few months later. But you're welcome to do better."
She took my leash and led me inside to the bed, where Dahlia was already spread out, licking her lips. She didn't have to pull on my Rada'han once.
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Date: 2010-08-19 11:00 pm (UTC)Thank you! Lol.
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Date: 2010-08-19 11:26 pm (UTC)Dammit I have to go to work...will enjoy this later :(
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Date: 2010-08-19 11:48 pm (UTC)I can't describe how epic that was. I love how you wrote Cara and Dahlia and *flails* Nicci and just *flails*
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Date: 2010-08-20 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-20 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-20 06:38 am (UTC)Good thing I don't have to go to work yet.
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Date: 2010-08-20 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-20 02:13 pm (UTC)Willingness
Date: 2010-08-20 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-21 03:28 am (UTC)*wakes up a couple hours later*
Dear gods woman... That was... that was perfect to end the night and go to bed with happy thoughts... Ohhhhhh by the gods... *makes mewling sounds and paws at the screen* I think I have... guh... Oh Nicci...
You have officially spurred the muse into writing at least one Cara/Dahlia fic
*passes out again from the hotness*
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Date: 2010-08-21 04:45 pm (UTC)....More please <3
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Date: 2010-09-06 06:50 pm (UTC)That was hot. I wonder how long Nicci can withstand Cara and what Kahlan and Richard will have to say when one day Nicci will pledge herself to Cara... errrr the Seeker.
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Date: 2010-11-13 04:27 am (UTC)I don't have words....