LotS fic: Needs and Wants (Cara/Kahlan)
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seriousficI think Legend of the Seeker is giving me a bondage fetish.
Title: Needs and Wants
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,834
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, mention of Richard/Kahlan
Summary: Kahlan discovers that Cara isn't satisfied by their relationship. She decides to rectify the situation.
It all started in the People's Palace. Cara was asserting her independence by going missing for hours on end, as she liked to do when in one place for a long time, and Kahlan had tracked her from the Mord'Sith temple to the sparring room down into the weapons cellar. There, she saw Cara's strong back hunched over an Agiel, the tip pressed against her core. She was riding the pain like a horseman would ride a prize stallion, breathy little gasps signaling her loss of control. Kahlan bit her lip. Even after all the months they'd been together, just seeing that blonde hair damp with sweat, frizzling within the Mord'Sith braid Cara'd regrown, sent a thrill through Kahlan.
She undressed quickly, a skill Cara had taught her at length, and crept up to Cara. Palace living hadn't robbed her of her stealth, for Cara didn't see her coming until she was wrapping her arms around the Mord'Sith, sucking on Cara's throat. Her sweat was sweet as ever.
"Need a hand?" she asked.
Cara turned, her hand dropping away from her crotch. "Oh. Kahlan," she said, and Kahlan registered an instant of disappointment, like she'd just been told she would have to accept some bandits' surrender instead of burning their stronghold to the ground.
"What is it?"
"Nothing." Cara slotted her Agiel away. "I was just… very close."
"Then by all means, continue."
"No, I…"
"Or I could finish you off." Kahlan pushed her back down onto the stool she'd been using. "You're the one person the Mother Confessor bows to. It'd be a shame to waste that."
"Alright," Cara said, not with the grumble of being denied, but with something worse… a sort of resignation Kahlan recognized from when Cara talked about serving Darken Rahl.
Kahlan stepped back, putting her hands on her hips. "Alright, what is it? Something's bothering you."
"It's nothing."
"Cara, I'm the Mother Confessor. And I'm your lover. I know when something's wrong."
Cara smirked boldly. "I thought Confessors couldn't read Mord'Sith."
"It's hard. But I've put a lot of effort into it. Now tell me what's bothering you. Or do I have to find Richard and make it an order?"
Cara chuckled, as Kahlan had desired. She could just picture Kahlan bringing the Seeker into a domestic dispute. She probably wouldn't bother to get dressed first. "As I said, nothing important. I was very close to completion and you stopped it. And it was going to be very good."
"I thought you liked… delayed gratification," Kahlan said, coloring as she remembered all the times Cara had withheld orgasm, forcing Kahlan higher and higher before finally letting her plummet. "I'll make it up to you. We can spend all day in the bedchambers. You can use the Keeper on me."
"That sounds lovely." Cara smiled, but Kahlan had seen enough of Cara's smiles to tell when she meant it and when it was a mask. Out of patience, she grabbed up her dress.
"Fine! If you won't tell me what it is, I can just leave you to your Agiel. You can have as many orgasms as you like with…" Kahlan paused, mid-way through dressing, her clothes hanging off her half-nude body. Liars tended to circle their deception more than they did the truth. Cara had kept emphasizing her orgasm. "Cara. When we're together, do we… do you reach orgasm?"
With that childishness that Cara displayed sometimes, she welshed "I greatly enjoy our time together."
"That's not what I asked. Do I make you come?"
Cara sighed and rolled her eyes, visibly resolving to be annoyed at all this. "No."
Kahlan was aghast. She knew going in that Cara had more experience in certain areas than her, that she would have to learn, but she'd never thought she would end up being… incompetent. "Oh." She pursed her lips. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. It's very good. And I very much enjoy attending to you. I've just… never had an orgasm that way."
"What way?" Kahlan insisted.
"You know…"
"No, I don't know."
Cara crossed her arms and enunciated precisely. "Kissing. Cunnilingus. Fingering… at least with as few fingers as you use. It's not as intense as I'm used to."
"Intense," Kahlan repeated calmly. "You mean it doesn't hurt."
"No. Kahlan, lots of women don't reach orgasm. Do you know how many schoolmarms and bar wenches I hear telling me that they've never felt that before?"
"Okay, so you could teach me. I know I'm selfish in the bedchamber, but I could focus on you, I could use your clit, I could do everything you tell me."
"It's not a problem to be solved. It's a part of our relationship. You're loving. You're gentle. I love that about you. I would rather spend the day cuddling with you than indulge myself with a roomful of oiled-up slave girls. Making you come is the greatest pleasure I've ever known. So lie down on the floor and I'll take all the pleasure I need from you."
Kahlan asked Cara to use the Agiel on herself as she did. It didn't help. All Kahlan could hear as Cara went down on her was the moans Cara didn't voice, the scream she didn't unleash. It was completely unacceptable.
***
Kahlan rarely went into the Mord'Sith temple, especially the atrium. Although her relationship with Cara had left her with few pruderies, she still found something distasteful about all those women bathing together, indulging themselves, and sparring… usually in the same room, and never with clothes on. Perhaps it was that it reminded her of Cara's sex life before they'd met, and from there, as unfair as it was, she was reminded of the horrors Cara had gone through. But she felt no embarrassment invading the temple after her encounter with Cara. She was the Mother Confessor, it was her job to resolve problems. And Cara's problem was one more important to her than any trial.
"Sisters of the Agiel," she intoned, standing above the central pool, her hem nearly wetted by the lapping waves. The Mord'Sith stood to attention, showing her the respect due the Lady Rahl, the Mother Confessor, and the mate of their leader. "I wish to speak with everyone who has had relations with Cara Mason."
The dozen Mord'Sith looked from one to another for a few moments, until finally one of the sisters said "Mistress Katherine, please leave us."
The single Mord'Sith got out of the pool and signaled for two of the willing slave girls (apprentices, Kahlan guessed they would be called now. The Mord'Sith lifestyle interested some) to towel her off. One went off with her, while the other stayed. "Cara's the blonde one, right?" the lingerer asked.
"Yes."
"Okay then."
Kahlan looked from Mord'Sith to Mord'Sith, shocked. "Cara has… with all of you?"
Mistress Raina, a Mord'Sith Kahlan recognized as Cara's second, emerged from the pool to explain. Kahlan eyed the very few scars that marred her perfect body and wondered if Cara had given her any. "You must understand, mistress, several of us are out on assignment, or patrolling the grounds."
"There's more?"
Raina tilted her head to the side, then reminded herself that Kahlan was not Mord'Sith. "I should inform you that for several weeks before your relationship with Mistress Cara began, she abstained from contact with us."
"We were greatly disappointed," Mistress Berdine chimed in.
Kahlan sat down. "This is a lot to take in."
"We were all very willing," Raina added. "I watched enough of Cara's liaisons to know she was only interested in those who shared her interest."
"You watched?"
"When injuries sustained in the line of duty prevented me from participating."
"Or when Cara wanted someone all to herself," Berdine added.
"You stop talking," Kahlan snapped. "Alright, alright, my girlfriend really likes sex. I knew that. The question I need to ask you is… when she was with you, did Cara… did she climax?"
"Oh, yes," Raina said, seeming to hold the memory in fond regard. "Very much so."
"Multiple times," a slave girl added.
"Once for each of us," one of the Santana triplets recalled.
Berdine raised her hand. "May I speak?"
"Sure, why not?"
"She squirted on me."
Kahlan groaned. But steadied herself. Like a democracy, it would be good to have a large number of voices.
"I need you to tell me what Cara enjoyed."
There were a wide range of answers, enough to make Kahlan's head spin. She was leaving, trying to figure out where she would even buy a saddle that could fit Cara, when Raina stopped her in the privacy of the hall.
"Lady Rahl, may I speak freely?"
Kahlan inclined her head in agreement.
"Cara has been with many women, but with those she trusts… those who have meant something to her…" Raina paused, closing her eyes for a moment and listening for anyone near, then continuing. "A Mord'Sith… Cara… must be in control at all times. Control of pain, control of herself, control of the situation. For most of us, there are others above us who we can submit to, who can allow us to recover ourselves. As our leader, Cara has had very few who she can surrender herself to. There were equals, such as Dahlia and Triana, who she submitted to gladly."
"And how do you know this?"
"Once, Triana summoned me to her most private chambers. I saw Cara drawn on a rack, naked. Triana was punishing her."
"For what?"
"It doesn't matter. Punishment is a matter of course among the Sisterhood of the Agiel. There are always enemies we have not killed, problems we have not foreseen, potential we have not utilized. The punishment isn't meant to hurt us, it's meant… it's hard to explain to outsiders."
"You enjoy it," Kahlan whispered.
"Enjoy isn't the word. But we take pleasure in… accepting our submission. Knowing our place."
"So what happened? Did Cara 'learn her place'?"
"Triana wanted me to witness Cara's punishment. Then she wanted me to help. Lady Rahl, there is a thin line separating pain from pleasure. A Mord'Sith is trained to know every curve of that line. Cara was not feeling pain, not as you would define it."
"Okay, so what Cara secretly wants is to be ordered about like a housemaid. Why hasn't she told me herself?"
Raina looked askew. "Mord'Sith are creatures of pride, Lady Rahl. She could no more invite you to dominate her than she could ask for you to love her. And she holds you in high regards. It is possible she does not think you would… appreciate her thoughts on this matter."
"She's my lover. I should know what makes her happy."
"You are her mistress. She will not acknowledge it in words, but it is obvious. Her life is one of service. One of those services is not to burden you with knowledge that you would not appreciate."
"What I don't appreciate is being lied to. If I'm not satisfying Cara, I want to know about it! She can't just sacrifice herself to fit into some mold of what she thinks I want!"
Raina bowed her head. "Lady Rahl, I would not second-guess my mistress. But if I disagreed with you, I would not be telling you this."
Kahlan managed a small smile. "Thank you, Mistress Raina. That will be all."
She was a problem-solver. In a few steps, she'd thought of how she would scratch Cara's shameful little itch. It was almost enough to make her break into a run.
***
In their quarters, Richard was setting the table, as always. Despite his royal status, he hated being waited on. His humility didn't extend to the cooking, since Brody was a master of soups, so Kahlan got close enough that the chef couldn't overhear.
"I was thinking steak for dinner tonight," Richard said, greeting Kahlan with his usual warm smile.
"Actually, I just learned that over the course of our relationship, I've never brought Cara to orgasm, since she gets off on being dominated. So I thought I'd do that. Don't wait up."
Richard shook his head and Kahlan enjoyed the look on his face. He'd been in the Midlands so long that it was getting harder and harder to surprise him. "Just once, I'd like to hear that you two plan to rub lotion on each other or have a pillow fight, instead of something weird."
"That's funny, Cara keeps wishing I'd tell her that we weren't doing something boring."
Richard laughed good-naturedly and Kahlan shared his smile as she walked out.
***
She found Cara talking to another Mord'Sith, Cara listening attentively as Rikka described herself ravishing a man. Kahlan came up behind Cara and scowled at Rikka. "Leave us," she said.
Rikka hurried to obey.
Cara turned around insouciantly. "I was listening to that. She was just about to make him eat her out."
"I have more important matters for you to attend to."
"Such as?"
"My boots. They're dirty."
"Maybe you should watch your step then."
"Clean them."
Cara looked askew at her, but nodded slowly. "I'll fetch a slave girl for you."
"No. You do it. With your tongue."
Cara craned her head. "You must be joking."
Kahlan slapped her across the face. "Obey instantly!"
Cara gasped with the force of the hit, then turned back to face Kahlan, excitement blooming in her eyes. "How dare you!"
Kahlan wrapped a hand around her throat. "If you delay any more, I'll bend you over my knee and spank you so hard the whole palace will hear."
Cara grinned lasciviously as she fell to her knees, as she got down on all fours. Her ass rose into the air as her head lowered, every leatherclad inch catching the light. Her forehead reverently touched the hem of Kahlan's white dress, then slid under it to allow her to kiss the toe of Kahlan's boot.
Kahlan felt an unexpected thrill course up her leg. She didn't expect Cara's submission to be so… interesting. She pulled her skirt up, just a little, so she could see the shocking pink of Cara's tongue travel over her boot.
Cara looked up at her, confused as a puppy. "It tastes of soap. You've washed it already."
"I didn't want it to taste bad," Kahlan reasoned. "And what if there were germs? You might get sick."
Cara lowered her gaze to smirk. Kahlan reached down and softly touched Cara's chin, raising it back up to meet her eyes.
"This is just an act," Kahlan said. "I don't want to hurt you, or be your master. I just want you to be happy. If this makes you happy, I'll do it."
"It makes me happy. But if there were no clothes, it would make me very happy."
Kahlan smiled before letting it turn into a scowl. She grabbed Cara by the hair and jerked her to her feet. "Come along, slave. I have need of your services in my bedchambers."
Cara let herself be pulled along by her braid, seeming to slow down every so often so Kahlan would have to give her a sharp tug and let their bodies collide in interesting ways. Finally, they reached the bed chambers. Kahlan threw Cara inside and threw the maids out.
"Strip," she said, and Cara immediately stepped out of her leathers. She'd been loosening them on the way there. Clever girl.
Kahlan picked up a brisk length of rope and looped it around Cara's neck. She pulled on either end so it flayed over Cara's throat. "Do you like being tied up?"
Cara's voice was a soft gasp. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes mistress."
"Put your hands on the headboard."
Cara kept herself very still as she laid her hands on the bedframe. If it weren't for Mord'Sith self-control, she'd be quivering.
Kahlan pulled the rope taut with a snap that made even Cara flinch, then wrapped it around Cara's hands and tied a firm knot. When she was done, Cara was securely fastened to the headboard, the rest of her body kneeling as if in prayer, exposed for Kahlan's approval.
"Good girl," Kahlan said. She ran a hand over Cara's body. It had never felt so warm, so sweaty. It was like Cara was a whole different person.
She kept stroking Cara's luscious body – never a chore – as she pondered what to do next. She'd played this out in her head, but at this point she'd just planned to have sex with Cara. She'd never anticipated how nice it would be to have Cara submitting to her every whim. She wanted it to continue, but the sight of Cara, naked and willing, was driving all her plans out of her head.
"Stop torturing me," Cara groaned.
Kahlan smiled. Of course, Cara was so fast-paced, so impatient, that being made to wait on Kahlan was a torture all its own. Her hand shimmied up Cara's body until it was cupping Cara's chin, making her look at Kahlan towering over her. "Is that what you want?"
Cara bit her lip. "No. I want you to hurt me. I want you to hurt me more."
Kahlan went to the chest of drawers. Now she remembered. She opened it up and took out a stout wooden paddle, then returned to Cara, smacking the business end against her palm. "I picked this up from the schoolhouse. The teacher uses it to punish children. Naughty, disobedient children."
Cara nearly broke her own neck trying to look back at Kahlan. The sight of her with a paddle was warm and thrilling, like a touch in an intimate place. "Have I been naughty, mistress?"
"Yes, you have been. You should have told me what you wanted. What you needed."
"I was ashamed," Cara said, not sounding penitent, just explaining the situation with Mord'Sith poise. "I didn't want you to dirty your hands."
"I like getting my hands dirty," Kahlan said, and Cara gasped as she felt a fleeting touch between her thighs. She liked Kahlan getting her hands dirty too.
"Please, mistress." Cara stretched out beneath Kahlan's gaze, presenting her bottom almost tauntingly. "I've been a bad girl. Make me good. Make me your good girl."
Kahlan pulled the paddle back, placing it in a long arc with Cara's upthrust ass at the end, but she hesitated. She was stronger than most women. What if she hurt Cara? She swung the paddle as gently as she could, hitting Cara's ass with the force of a light slap.
Cara growled in frenzied disappointment. "Harder."
Kahlan pulled the paddle back and again swung, but slowed at the last instant. It still hit Cara's ass with an impressive-sounding thwack, giving just a tinge of pink to her pale skin.
Cara wheeled on Kahlan, furious. "I said harder, you bitch! Is this a punishment or a massage!"
"Did you just call me a bitch?"
Cara grinned dangerously. "Yes. I did."
Kahlan swung the paddle, hard. When it hit Cara, the Mord'Sith's entire body jerked under the weight of the hit. Cara let out a hard exhale.
"Yes."
Another sharp, stinging crack jerked Cara's head up to reveal the delighted expression on her face. Five more blows worked on her with the same effect as a phallus thrusting in and out of her. Kahlan stopped to adjust her grip. Cara hung from the headboard, gasping in air. Her ass was colored light pink.
"More?" Kahlan asked.
"Yes mistress," Cara trilled.
Ten more slaps delivered to her ass in rapid succession, until Cara could barely hold still. She'd grown unused to this treatment. But she was still Mord'Sith, and she centered herself and wiggled her ass for more.
But there was no more. Kahlan's hand, cool and soothing with just a touch, ran over Cara's bottom to feel the edges of the bruises she'd left. Cara actually whimpered.
"Do you like this, Cara?" Kahlan asked in an innocent tone of voice, pressing a kiss to the small of Cara's back.
"Like what?" Cara asked hoarsely.
Kahlan's warm breath tickled her ear, even as her cool hands continued to squeeze and rub her ass, simultaneously soothing and provoking the hurt. "Like being my bitch?"
Cara shuddered. She felt as if Kahlan had just started to fuck her. "Yes, mistress. I love it so much. I've missed being punished, especially when I've been so bad. Please, Kahlan, show me my place, I've been so disobedient…"
Kahlan suddenly found it a little hard to breathe. It should've disgusted her, seeing Cara debase herself like this, acting so unromantic, sluttish even. But the fact that it was Cara, and the fact that she was like this for Kahlan… accepting this dominance because of her love, her respect… it made Kahlan feel powerful, somehow. Aroused.
"Have you been punished enough yet?" she whispered in Cara's ear.
"No."
Kahlan swung the paddle as hard as she could, raining blows down with a sound like sails snapping in the wind, turning Cara's bare asscheeks an angry red. The pain was intense, but the aftershocks of pleasure more so, and soon they overwhelmed the pain and all Cara could feel was pleasure.
Kahlan stopped herself as Cara let out a long, uncharacteristic moan. Her entire body was fluttering, shaking. For a moment, Kahlan wondered if she'd been too rough with Cara, hurt her in some permanent way. Then she saw the juices trailing down Cara's thighs.
She was coming. Just from being spanked.
Still enjoying a drawn-out moan, Cara settled down against the bed, the hard points of her nipples and fierce heat of her cunt grating against the soft silk, prolonging her orgasm. It was silent minutes before Kahlan approached her, gently rubbing at the back of her neck. Cara smiled unabashedly. The play was over.
"What do we say, Cara?" Kahlan asked chidingly. Perhaps not.
"Thank you, mistress," Cara sobbed out.
Kahlan went to the bedstand and took out four items. The first was an elaborate belt. The second was a phallus made of stiff leather, of the kind Cara was intimately familiar with. The third was a jar of lubricant. The fourth was another phallus. Cara could think of all kinds of delicious reasons why Kahlan would need two.
"Do you know what I'm going to do now?" Kahlan asked in the same patronizing tone.
"Yes, mistress. You're going to fuck me." She could barely keep the excitement out of her voice.
"Yes, Cara. Since you were such a good girl in accepting your punishment, I've decided to be gracious and give you another orgasm." Kahlan dug the phallus into a jar of lubricant, all the way down until it scraped the glass bottom, then brought it out dripping with the jelly. "Would you like me to untie you?"
Cara's hands were red around the wrists where they'd strained against her bonds. "No, mistress."
Kahlan stepped into the belt, tying the proper straps around her thighs and waist. "This is a very special toy, Cara. It's magic. With it, I'm going to feel you like a man feels you. I already love feeling you with my fingers. You're so soft, and silky, and tight."
Cara buried her face in a pillow to stop her whimper.
Kahlan continued, picking up the second phallus and slotting it onto her belts so it hung from her crotch. "But that comes later. I'm going to use a different toy this time. Do you know why, Cara? Because it's bigger. It's a shame you can't reach back to spread yourself open. You're just going to have to wait for me to put it in you. You're going to have to wait to come."
Through her love-addled haze, a thought struck Cara. Kahlan, her love, her mistress, hadn't come yet and she had. "Mistress, I already…"
"You're going to come when I tell you to, as many times as I tell you to," Kahlan informed her gruffly. "Got it?"
Just the steel in Kahlan's words sent an aftershock trilling through Cara's body. She bit the pillow and prepared to enjoy herself.
Her ass still burned like hot embers, but it cooled as Kahlan's hands massaged the jelly into her cheeks. At first Kahlan was fastidious and careful, as a Mother Confessor would be in lovemaking, but Cara's cooing submission made her bold. Her fingers exerted more force, kneading Cara's flesh. Finally, Cara felt a finger in her ass. Her teeth snapped down. It was good, damned good, but it was a promise, not fulfillment. She had to wait, tormented, as Kahlan massaged more lotion in with more fingers. Then Kahlan stopped.
“Now?” Cara begged.
“Now,” Kahlan groaned, her voice heavy with lust. She let Cara hear the unbearably erotic sound of lubricant slipping from her hand to her makeshift cock.
Cara felt the odious tease of the phallus on her ass, then Kahlan exerted herself. Between the tightness of Cara's body and Kahlan's own gentle caution, it took a few moments, but finally she pushed inside.
At first it was unbearable pressure and slight but growing pain. Cara exhorted Kahlan onward with grunts, groans. Every inch was exquisite agony, her acceptance testament to her Mord'Sith training and devotion to Kahlan. She felt more fulfilled every second Kahlan was moving deeper inside her. It should have been inexorable, but every now and then, when her teeth grinded too hard together, Kahlan would pause and kiss the back of her neck and allow her to breathe. Cara hated and loved her for it, and the love was growing and the hate was a faint shadow, already forgotten.
Cara felt stretched, more and more obscenely, until all the pain had been wrung out of her like water from a washcloth, leaving only pleasure. “Come on! All of it, mistress!”
Kahlan's fingers closed on her hair and pulled back hard, awakening new pain in her. Cara moaned happily. Pressured, her asshole relented and let her lover slide home.
"What a little slut you are, Cara," Kahlan intoned excitedly, enjoying the way Cara shook with every syllable, enjoying being inside Cara. "I'm actually proud. I almost can't believe you took every little inch. And now I'm inside you, your mistress is so deep inside you…"
Kahlan began to withdraw. Each inch was both relief and unfulfillment, but she paused halfway out of Cara and thrust all the way back in. It was delicious as only pain could be. The Mord'Sith favored her with a scream. Kahlan repeated the thrust, drawing back, driving in, faster and faster, until the bed was shaking and the bruises on Cara's ass blazed as Kahlan's hips slapped against them.
"Who am I?" Kahlan demanded.
"You're my mistress!"
"And who are you?"
"I'm your little bitch!"
Kahlan pushed her down against the mattress so hard she could feel the bedsprings, was now on top of Cara as she pistoned down into her ass. The Mord'Sith had never felt so fulfilled, so completely possessed. Kahlan gritted in her ear, more barked orders that made Cara feel like she was being doubly possessed, taken by both the Kahlan she knew and this new, dominant Mother Confessor.
"What am I doing?"
"You're fucking me!"
"And what are you doing?"
"I'm coming!" Cara felt fingers at her clit, tongue laving the back of her neck, almost too much to bear, then teeth at her ear, hard, harder, too much, and then nothing but blessed heat, all over and inside her body.
It took minutes for her to regain her breath. If she were in battle, she'd be dead. But then, she didn't need to worry. She had Kahlan.
Kahlan had already pulled out of her with a delicious last slap of pain, then cut her bonds. Cara hadn't even noticed. She rolled over to see Kahlan kneeling over her. The Mother Confessor hadn't even taken off her dress. That fact sent a surge of lust through Cara.
"Mistress," Cara shook her head. "Kahlan. Would you lay with me?"
Kahlan smiled indolently. "Cara, you don't have to do these things just to please me."
"It would please me."
Still smiling, Kahlan laid down beside Cara, who held her close. It wrinkled her dress, but then, the thing was already stained. The launderers would have a field day with it. It was funny. She hadn't come… hadn't even been touched… yet she felt as satisfied and sated as she would after a night with Richard. Now she understood how a woman of Cara's lustfulness had lived with giving pleasure instead of receiving it.
"If you like," Cara said, "we could switch places next time. I could show you a few tricks with that… other toy of yours."
"I'm open to the possibility…"
"Good." Cara firmly pulled Kahlan against her, so the Mother Confessor was lying on her breast, fully folded within Cara's grip. "Because we all know you're really my little bitch."
Kahlan reached for a pillow and prepared for battle. This called for some discipline.
Title: Needs and Wants
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,834
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, mention of Richard/Kahlan
Summary: Kahlan discovers that Cara isn't satisfied by their relationship. She decides to rectify the situation.
It all started in the People's Palace. Cara was asserting her independence by going missing for hours on end, as she liked to do when in one place for a long time, and Kahlan had tracked her from the Mord'Sith temple to the sparring room down into the weapons cellar. There, she saw Cara's strong back hunched over an Agiel, the tip pressed against her core. She was riding the pain like a horseman would ride a prize stallion, breathy little gasps signaling her loss of control. Kahlan bit her lip. Even after all the months they'd been together, just seeing that blonde hair damp with sweat, frizzling within the Mord'Sith braid Cara'd regrown, sent a thrill through Kahlan.
She undressed quickly, a skill Cara had taught her at length, and crept up to Cara. Palace living hadn't robbed her of her stealth, for Cara didn't see her coming until she was wrapping her arms around the Mord'Sith, sucking on Cara's throat. Her sweat was sweet as ever.
"Need a hand?" she asked.
Cara turned, her hand dropping away from her crotch. "Oh. Kahlan," she said, and Kahlan registered an instant of disappointment, like she'd just been told she would have to accept some bandits' surrender instead of burning their stronghold to the ground.
"What is it?"
"Nothing." Cara slotted her Agiel away. "I was just… very close."
"Then by all means, continue."
"No, I…"
"Or I could finish you off." Kahlan pushed her back down onto the stool she'd been using. "You're the one person the Mother Confessor bows to. It'd be a shame to waste that."
"Alright," Cara said, not with the grumble of being denied, but with something worse… a sort of resignation Kahlan recognized from when Cara talked about serving Darken Rahl.
Kahlan stepped back, putting her hands on her hips. "Alright, what is it? Something's bothering you."
"It's nothing."
"Cara, I'm the Mother Confessor. And I'm your lover. I know when something's wrong."
Cara smirked boldly. "I thought Confessors couldn't read Mord'Sith."
"It's hard. But I've put a lot of effort into it. Now tell me what's bothering you. Or do I have to find Richard and make it an order?"
Cara chuckled, as Kahlan had desired. She could just picture Kahlan bringing the Seeker into a domestic dispute. She probably wouldn't bother to get dressed first. "As I said, nothing important. I was very close to completion and you stopped it. And it was going to be very good."
"I thought you liked… delayed gratification," Kahlan said, coloring as she remembered all the times Cara had withheld orgasm, forcing Kahlan higher and higher before finally letting her plummet. "I'll make it up to you. We can spend all day in the bedchambers. You can use the Keeper on me."
"That sounds lovely." Cara smiled, but Kahlan had seen enough of Cara's smiles to tell when she meant it and when it was a mask. Out of patience, she grabbed up her dress.
"Fine! If you won't tell me what it is, I can just leave you to your Agiel. You can have as many orgasms as you like with…" Kahlan paused, mid-way through dressing, her clothes hanging off her half-nude body. Liars tended to circle their deception more than they did the truth. Cara had kept emphasizing her orgasm. "Cara. When we're together, do we… do you reach orgasm?"
With that childishness that Cara displayed sometimes, she welshed "I greatly enjoy our time together."
"That's not what I asked. Do I make you come?"
Cara sighed and rolled her eyes, visibly resolving to be annoyed at all this. "No."
Kahlan was aghast. She knew going in that Cara had more experience in certain areas than her, that she would have to learn, but she'd never thought she would end up being… incompetent. "Oh." She pursed her lips. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. It's very good. And I very much enjoy attending to you. I've just… never had an orgasm that way."
"What way?" Kahlan insisted.
"You know…"
"No, I don't know."
Cara crossed her arms and enunciated precisely. "Kissing. Cunnilingus. Fingering… at least with as few fingers as you use. It's not as intense as I'm used to."
"Intense," Kahlan repeated calmly. "You mean it doesn't hurt."
"No. Kahlan, lots of women don't reach orgasm. Do you know how many schoolmarms and bar wenches I hear telling me that they've never felt that before?"
"Okay, so you could teach me. I know I'm selfish in the bedchamber, but I could focus on you, I could use your clit, I could do everything you tell me."
"It's not a problem to be solved. It's a part of our relationship. You're loving. You're gentle. I love that about you. I would rather spend the day cuddling with you than indulge myself with a roomful of oiled-up slave girls. Making you come is the greatest pleasure I've ever known. So lie down on the floor and I'll take all the pleasure I need from you."
Kahlan asked Cara to use the Agiel on herself as she did. It didn't help. All Kahlan could hear as Cara went down on her was the moans Cara didn't voice, the scream she didn't unleash. It was completely unacceptable.
***
Kahlan rarely went into the Mord'Sith temple, especially the atrium. Although her relationship with Cara had left her with few pruderies, she still found something distasteful about all those women bathing together, indulging themselves, and sparring… usually in the same room, and never with clothes on. Perhaps it was that it reminded her of Cara's sex life before they'd met, and from there, as unfair as it was, she was reminded of the horrors Cara had gone through. But she felt no embarrassment invading the temple after her encounter with Cara. She was the Mother Confessor, it was her job to resolve problems. And Cara's problem was one more important to her than any trial.
"Sisters of the Agiel," she intoned, standing above the central pool, her hem nearly wetted by the lapping waves. The Mord'Sith stood to attention, showing her the respect due the Lady Rahl, the Mother Confessor, and the mate of their leader. "I wish to speak with everyone who has had relations with Cara Mason."
The dozen Mord'Sith looked from one to another for a few moments, until finally one of the sisters said "Mistress Katherine, please leave us."
The single Mord'Sith got out of the pool and signaled for two of the willing slave girls (apprentices, Kahlan guessed they would be called now. The Mord'Sith lifestyle interested some) to towel her off. One went off with her, while the other stayed. "Cara's the blonde one, right?" the lingerer asked.
"Yes."
"Okay then."
Kahlan looked from Mord'Sith to Mord'Sith, shocked. "Cara has… with all of you?"
Mistress Raina, a Mord'Sith Kahlan recognized as Cara's second, emerged from the pool to explain. Kahlan eyed the very few scars that marred her perfect body and wondered if Cara had given her any. "You must understand, mistress, several of us are out on assignment, or patrolling the grounds."
"There's more?"
Raina tilted her head to the side, then reminded herself that Kahlan was not Mord'Sith. "I should inform you that for several weeks before your relationship with Mistress Cara began, she abstained from contact with us."
"We were greatly disappointed," Mistress Berdine chimed in.
Kahlan sat down. "This is a lot to take in."
"We were all very willing," Raina added. "I watched enough of Cara's liaisons to know she was only interested in those who shared her interest."
"You watched?"
"When injuries sustained in the line of duty prevented me from participating."
"Or when Cara wanted someone all to herself," Berdine added.
"You stop talking," Kahlan snapped. "Alright, alright, my girlfriend really likes sex. I knew that. The question I need to ask you is… when she was with you, did Cara… did she climax?"
"Oh, yes," Raina said, seeming to hold the memory in fond regard. "Very much so."
"Multiple times," a slave girl added.
"Once for each of us," one of the Santana triplets recalled.
Berdine raised her hand. "May I speak?"
"Sure, why not?"
"She squirted on me."
Kahlan groaned. But steadied herself. Like a democracy, it would be good to have a large number of voices.
"I need you to tell me what Cara enjoyed."
There were a wide range of answers, enough to make Kahlan's head spin. She was leaving, trying to figure out where she would even buy a saddle that could fit Cara, when Raina stopped her in the privacy of the hall.
"Lady Rahl, may I speak freely?"
Kahlan inclined her head in agreement.
"Cara has been with many women, but with those she trusts… those who have meant something to her…" Raina paused, closing her eyes for a moment and listening for anyone near, then continuing. "A Mord'Sith… Cara… must be in control at all times. Control of pain, control of herself, control of the situation. For most of us, there are others above us who we can submit to, who can allow us to recover ourselves. As our leader, Cara has had very few who she can surrender herself to. There were equals, such as Dahlia and Triana, who she submitted to gladly."
"And how do you know this?"
"Once, Triana summoned me to her most private chambers. I saw Cara drawn on a rack, naked. Triana was punishing her."
"For what?"
"It doesn't matter. Punishment is a matter of course among the Sisterhood of the Agiel. There are always enemies we have not killed, problems we have not foreseen, potential we have not utilized. The punishment isn't meant to hurt us, it's meant… it's hard to explain to outsiders."
"You enjoy it," Kahlan whispered.
"Enjoy isn't the word. But we take pleasure in… accepting our submission. Knowing our place."
"So what happened? Did Cara 'learn her place'?"
"Triana wanted me to witness Cara's punishment. Then she wanted me to help. Lady Rahl, there is a thin line separating pain from pleasure. A Mord'Sith is trained to know every curve of that line. Cara was not feeling pain, not as you would define it."
"Okay, so what Cara secretly wants is to be ordered about like a housemaid. Why hasn't she told me herself?"
Raina looked askew. "Mord'Sith are creatures of pride, Lady Rahl. She could no more invite you to dominate her than she could ask for you to love her. And she holds you in high regards. It is possible she does not think you would… appreciate her thoughts on this matter."
"She's my lover. I should know what makes her happy."
"You are her mistress. She will not acknowledge it in words, but it is obvious. Her life is one of service. One of those services is not to burden you with knowledge that you would not appreciate."
"What I don't appreciate is being lied to. If I'm not satisfying Cara, I want to know about it! She can't just sacrifice herself to fit into some mold of what she thinks I want!"
Raina bowed her head. "Lady Rahl, I would not second-guess my mistress. But if I disagreed with you, I would not be telling you this."
Kahlan managed a small smile. "Thank you, Mistress Raina. That will be all."
She was a problem-solver. In a few steps, she'd thought of how she would scratch Cara's shameful little itch. It was almost enough to make her break into a run.
***
In their quarters, Richard was setting the table, as always. Despite his royal status, he hated being waited on. His humility didn't extend to the cooking, since Brody was a master of soups, so Kahlan got close enough that the chef couldn't overhear.
"I was thinking steak for dinner tonight," Richard said, greeting Kahlan with his usual warm smile.
"Actually, I just learned that over the course of our relationship, I've never brought Cara to orgasm, since she gets off on being dominated. So I thought I'd do that. Don't wait up."
Richard shook his head and Kahlan enjoyed the look on his face. He'd been in the Midlands so long that it was getting harder and harder to surprise him. "Just once, I'd like to hear that you two plan to rub lotion on each other or have a pillow fight, instead of something weird."
"That's funny, Cara keeps wishing I'd tell her that we weren't doing something boring."
Richard laughed good-naturedly and Kahlan shared his smile as she walked out.
***
She found Cara talking to another Mord'Sith, Cara listening attentively as Rikka described herself ravishing a man. Kahlan came up behind Cara and scowled at Rikka. "Leave us," she said.
Rikka hurried to obey.
Cara turned around insouciantly. "I was listening to that. She was just about to make him eat her out."
"I have more important matters for you to attend to."
"Such as?"
"My boots. They're dirty."
"Maybe you should watch your step then."
"Clean them."
Cara looked askew at her, but nodded slowly. "I'll fetch a slave girl for you."
"No. You do it. With your tongue."
Cara craned her head. "You must be joking."
Kahlan slapped her across the face. "Obey instantly!"
Cara gasped with the force of the hit, then turned back to face Kahlan, excitement blooming in her eyes. "How dare you!"
Kahlan wrapped a hand around her throat. "If you delay any more, I'll bend you over my knee and spank you so hard the whole palace will hear."
Cara grinned lasciviously as she fell to her knees, as she got down on all fours. Her ass rose into the air as her head lowered, every leatherclad inch catching the light. Her forehead reverently touched the hem of Kahlan's white dress, then slid under it to allow her to kiss the toe of Kahlan's boot.
Kahlan felt an unexpected thrill course up her leg. She didn't expect Cara's submission to be so… interesting. She pulled her skirt up, just a little, so she could see the shocking pink of Cara's tongue travel over her boot.
Cara looked up at her, confused as a puppy. "It tastes of soap. You've washed it already."
"I didn't want it to taste bad," Kahlan reasoned. "And what if there were germs? You might get sick."
Cara lowered her gaze to smirk. Kahlan reached down and softly touched Cara's chin, raising it back up to meet her eyes.
"This is just an act," Kahlan said. "I don't want to hurt you, or be your master. I just want you to be happy. If this makes you happy, I'll do it."
"It makes me happy. But if there were no clothes, it would make me very happy."
Kahlan smiled before letting it turn into a scowl. She grabbed Cara by the hair and jerked her to her feet. "Come along, slave. I have need of your services in my bedchambers."
Cara let herself be pulled along by her braid, seeming to slow down every so often so Kahlan would have to give her a sharp tug and let their bodies collide in interesting ways. Finally, they reached the bed chambers. Kahlan threw Cara inside and threw the maids out.
"Strip," she said, and Cara immediately stepped out of her leathers. She'd been loosening them on the way there. Clever girl.
Kahlan picked up a brisk length of rope and looped it around Cara's neck. She pulled on either end so it flayed over Cara's throat. "Do you like being tied up?"
Cara's voice was a soft gasp. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes mistress."
"Put your hands on the headboard."
Cara kept herself very still as she laid her hands on the bedframe. If it weren't for Mord'Sith self-control, she'd be quivering.
Kahlan pulled the rope taut with a snap that made even Cara flinch, then wrapped it around Cara's hands and tied a firm knot. When she was done, Cara was securely fastened to the headboard, the rest of her body kneeling as if in prayer, exposed for Kahlan's approval.
"Good girl," Kahlan said. She ran a hand over Cara's body. It had never felt so warm, so sweaty. It was like Cara was a whole different person.
She kept stroking Cara's luscious body – never a chore – as she pondered what to do next. She'd played this out in her head, but at this point she'd just planned to have sex with Cara. She'd never anticipated how nice it would be to have Cara submitting to her every whim. She wanted it to continue, but the sight of Cara, naked and willing, was driving all her plans out of her head.
"Stop torturing me," Cara groaned.
Kahlan smiled. Of course, Cara was so fast-paced, so impatient, that being made to wait on Kahlan was a torture all its own. Her hand shimmied up Cara's body until it was cupping Cara's chin, making her look at Kahlan towering over her. "Is that what you want?"
Cara bit her lip. "No. I want you to hurt me. I want you to hurt me more."
Kahlan went to the chest of drawers. Now she remembered. She opened it up and took out a stout wooden paddle, then returned to Cara, smacking the business end against her palm. "I picked this up from the schoolhouse. The teacher uses it to punish children. Naughty, disobedient children."
Cara nearly broke her own neck trying to look back at Kahlan. The sight of her with a paddle was warm and thrilling, like a touch in an intimate place. "Have I been naughty, mistress?"
"Yes, you have been. You should have told me what you wanted. What you needed."
"I was ashamed," Cara said, not sounding penitent, just explaining the situation with Mord'Sith poise. "I didn't want you to dirty your hands."
"I like getting my hands dirty," Kahlan said, and Cara gasped as she felt a fleeting touch between her thighs. She liked Kahlan getting her hands dirty too.
"Please, mistress." Cara stretched out beneath Kahlan's gaze, presenting her bottom almost tauntingly. "I've been a bad girl. Make me good. Make me your good girl."
Kahlan pulled the paddle back, placing it in a long arc with Cara's upthrust ass at the end, but she hesitated. She was stronger than most women. What if she hurt Cara? She swung the paddle as gently as she could, hitting Cara's ass with the force of a light slap.
Cara growled in frenzied disappointment. "Harder."
Kahlan pulled the paddle back and again swung, but slowed at the last instant. It still hit Cara's ass with an impressive-sounding thwack, giving just a tinge of pink to her pale skin.
Cara wheeled on Kahlan, furious. "I said harder, you bitch! Is this a punishment or a massage!"
"Did you just call me a bitch?"
Cara grinned dangerously. "Yes. I did."
Kahlan swung the paddle, hard. When it hit Cara, the Mord'Sith's entire body jerked under the weight of the hit. Cara let out a hard exhale.
"Yes."
Another sharp, stinging crack jerked Cara's head up to reveal the delighted expression on her face. Five more blows worked on her with the same effect as a phallus thrusting in and out of her. Kahlan stopped to adjust her grip. Cara hung from the headboard, gasping in air. Her ass was colored light pink.
"More?" Kahlan asked.
"Yes mistress," Cara trilled.
Ten more slaps delivered to her ass in rapid succession, until Cara could barely hold still. She'd grown unused to this treatment. But she was still Mord'Sith, and she centered herself and wiggled her ass for more.
But there was no more. Kahlan's hand, cool and soothing with just a touch, ran over Cara's bottom to feel the edges of the bruises she'd left. Cara actually whimpered.
"Do you like this, Cara?" Kahlan asked in an innocent tone of voice, pressing a kiss to the small of Cara's back.
"Like what?" Cara asked hoarsely.
Kahlan's warm breath tickled her ear, even as her cool hands continued to squeeze and rub her ass, simultaneously soothing and provoking the hurt. "Like being my bitch?"
Cara shuddered. She felt as if Kahlan had just started to fuck her. "Yes, mistress. I love it so much. I've missed being punished, especially when I've been so bad. Please, Kahlan, show me my place, I've been so disobedient…"
Kahlan suddenly found it a little hard to breathe. It should've disgusted her, seeing Cara debase herself like this, acting so unromantic, sluttish even. But the fact that it was Cara, and the fact that she was like this for Kahlan… accepting this dominance because of her love, her respect… it made Kahlan feel powerful, somehow. Aroused.
"Have you been punished enough yet?" she whispered in Cara's ear.
"No."
Kahlan swung the paddle as hard as she could, raining blows down with a sound like sails snapping in the wind, turning Cara's bare asscheeks an angry red. The pain was intense, but the aftershocks of pleasure more so, and soon they overwhelmed the pain and all Cara could feel was pleasure.
Kahlan stopped herself as Cara let out a long, uncharacteristic moan. Her entire body was fluttering, shaking. For a moment, Kahlan wondered if she'd been too rough with Cara, hurt her in some permanent way. Then she saw the juices trailing down Cara's thighs.
She was coming. Just from being spanked.
Still enjoying a drawn-out moan, Cara settled down against the bed, the hard points of her nipples and fierce heat of her cunt grating against the soft silk, prolonging her orgasm. It was silent minutes before Kahlan approached her, gently rubbing at the back of her neck. Cara smiled unabashedly. The play was over.
"What do we say, Cara?" Kahlan asked chidingly. Perhaps not.
"Thank you, mistress," Cara sobbed out.
Kahlan went to the bedstand and took out four items. The first was an elaborate belt. The second was a phallus made of stiff leather, of the kind Cara was intimately familiar with. The third was a jar of lubricant. The fourth was another phallus. Cara could think of all kinds of delicious reasons why Kahlan would need two.
"Do you know what I'm going to do now?" Kahlan asked in the same patronizing tone.
"Yes, mistress. You're going to fuck me." She could barely keep the excitement out of her voice.
"Yes, Cara. Since you were such a good girl in accepting your punishment, I've decided to be gracious and give you another orgasm." Kahlan dug the phallus into a jar of lubricant, all the way down until it scraped the glass bottom, then brought it out dripping with the jelly. "Would you like me to untie you?"
Cara's hands were red around the wrists where they'd strained against her bonds. "No, mistress."
Kahlan stepped into the belt, tying the proper straps around her thighs and waist. "This is a very special toy, Cara. It's magic. With it, I'm going to feel you like a man feels you. I already love feeling you with my fingers. You're so soft, and silky, and tight."
Cara buried her face in a pillow to stop her whimper.
Kahlan continued, picking up the second phallus and slotting it onto her belts so it hung from her crotch. "But that comes later. I'm going to use a different toy this time. Do you know why, Cara? Because it's bigger. It's a shame you can't reach back to spread yourself open. You're just going to have to wait for me to put it in you. You're going to have to wait to come."
Through her love-addled haze, a thought struck Cara. Kahlan, her love, her mistress, hadn't come yet and she had. "Mistress, I already…"
"You're going to come when I tell you to, as many times as I tell you to," Kahlan informed her gruffly. "Got it?"
Just the steel in Kahlan's words sent an aftershock trilling through Cara's body. She bit the pillow and prepared to enjoy herself.
Her ass still burned like hot embers, but it cooled as Kahlan's hands massaged the jelly into her cheeks. At first Kahlan was fastidious and careful, as a Mother Confessor would be in lovemaking, but Cara's cooing submission made her bold. Her fingers exerted more force, kneading Cara's flesh. Finally, Cara felt a finger in her ass. Her teeth snapped down. It was good, damned good, but it was a promise, not fulfillment. She had to wait, tormented, as Kahlan massaged more lotion in with more fingers. Then Kahlan stopped.
“Now?” Cara begged.
“Now,” Kahlan groaned, her voice heavy with lust. She let Cara hear the unbearably erotic sound of lubricant slipping from her hand to her makeshift cock.
Cara felt the odious tease of the phallus on her ass, then Kahlan exerted herself. Between the tightness of Cara's body and Kahlan's own gentle caution, it took a few moments, but finally she pushed inside.
At first it was unbearable pressure and slight but growing pain. Cara exhorted Kahlan onward with grunts, groans. Every inch was exquisite agony, her acceptance testament to her Mord'Sith training and devotion to Kahlan. She felt more fulfilled every second Kahlan was moving deeper inside her. It should have been inexorable, but every now and then, when her teeth grinded too hard together, Kahlan would pause and kiss the back of her neck and allow her to breathe. Cara hated and loved her for it, and the love was growing and the hate was a faint shadow, already forgotten.
Cara felt stretched, more and more obscenely, until all the pain had been wrung out of her like water from a washcloth, leaving only pleasure. “Come on! All of it, mistress!”
Kahlan's fingers closed on her hair and pulled back hard, awakening new pain in her. Cara moaned happily. Pressured, her asshole relented and let her lover slide home.
"What a little slut you are, Cara," Kahlan intoned excitedly, enjoying the way Cara shook with every syllable, enjoying being inside Cara. "I'm actually proud. I almost can't believe you took every little inch. And now I'm inside you, your mistress is so deep inside you…"
Kahlan began to withdraw. Each inch was both relief and unfulfillment, but she paused halfway out of Cara and thrust all the way back in. It was delicious as only pain could be. The Mord'Sith favored her with a scream. Kahlan repeated the thrust, drawing back, driving in, faster and faster, until the bed was shaking and the bruises on Cara's ass blazed as Kahlan's hips slapped against them.
"Who am I?" Kahlan demanded.
"You're my mistress!"
"And who are you?"
"I'm your little bitch!"
Kahlan pushed her down against the mattress so hard she could feel the bedsprings, was now on top of Cara as she pistoned down into her ass. The Mord'Sith had never felt so fulfilled, so completely possessed. Kahlan gritted in her ear, more barked orders that made Cara feel like she was being doubly possessed, taken by both the Kahlan she knew and this new, dominant Mother Confessor.
"What am I doing?"
"You're fucking me!"
"And what are you doing?"
"I'm coming!" Cara felt fingers at her clit, tongue laving the back of her neck, almost too much to bear, then teeth at her ear, hard, harder, too much, and then nothing but blessed heat, all over and inside her body.
It took minutes for her to regain her breath. If she were in battle, she'd be dead. But then, she didn't need to worry. She had Kahlan.
Kahlan had already pulled out of her with a delicious last slap of pain, then cut her bonds. Cara hadn't even noticed. She rolled over to see Kahlan kneeling over her. The Mother Confessor hadn't even taken off her dress. That fact sent a surge of lust through Cara.
"Mistress," Cara shook her head. "Kahlan. Would you lay with me?"
Kahlan smiled indolently. "Cara, you don't have to do these things just to please me."
"It would please me."
Still smiling, Kahlan laid down beside Cara, who held her close. It wrinkled her dress, but then, the thing was already stained. The launderers would have a field day with it. It was funny. She hadn't come… hadn't even been touched… yet she felt as satisfied and sated as she would after a night with Richard. Now she understood how a woman of Cara's lustfulness had lived with giving pleasure instead of receiving it.
"If you like," Cara said, "we could switch places next time. I could show you a few tricks with that… other toy of yours."
"I'm open to the possibility…"
"Good." Cara firmly pulled Kahlan against her, so the Mother Confessor was lying on her breast, fully folded within Cara's grip. "Because we all know you're really my little bitch."
Kahlan reached for a pillow and prepared for battle. This called for some discipline.
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Date: 2010-09-17 05:25 pm (UTC)I think I'm with Cara here...daaaaaaamn that's hot.
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Date: 2010-09-17 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-17 06:44 pm (UTC)Looking forward to seeing what else Kahlan will do to keep Cara happy. Yum!
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Date: 2010-09-17 07:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-17 09:21 pm (UTC)Sequel, mistress seriousfic? Pleeeease?
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Date: 2010-09-18 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-18 03:16 am (UTC)There are just no words. This was just...
*takes a deep breath*
I... I approve of this. It... It was awesome. Hooray for Berdine and Raina in it!
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Date: 2010-09-18 08:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-18 08:24 am (UTC)Kahlan marching right into the bathing chamber of a Mord Sith temple and ordering them around is quite a picture. Cara should have seen it...
And in the end they have a pillow fight. If the other Mord Sith would see this...
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Date: 2010-09-18 12:12 pm (UTC)"I would rather spend the day cuddling with you than indulge myself with a roomful of oiled-up slave girls." - oooh, I can totally imagine Cara doing that... ;)
""I wish to speak with everyone who has had relations with Cara Mason."
The dozen Mord'Sith looked from one to another for a few moments, until finally one of the sisters said "Mistress Katherine, please leave us."" - LOOOOL! *grin*
The ending is, heh, totally Kahlan ;)
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Date: 2010-09-18 03:22 pm (UTC)Needs and Wants
Date: 2010-09-20 10:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-25 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-14 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-16 02:35 am (UTC)'pillow fight'
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