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seriousficTitle: The Side of Light and Wisdom
Fandom: LotS/Star Wars
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,445
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Summary: When Kahlan Solstice confesses Inquisitor Cara, Cara is compelled to give Kahlan what she needs – even if it's something Kahlan doesn't know how to ask for.
It was disconcerting for Kahlan to see Inquisitor Cara like this, to meet eyes unveiled by bloodlust, hatred, or rage. It'd been three days since the raid on Asteroid M81, when Cara's eyes had been filled with all three. Their duel had pushed both women to their limit, until Cara had misstepped and Kahlan was able to cut a line in Cara's dewback-hide bodysuit and reach a finger through to bare flesh. Her nanites had done the rest. Since then, Cara had worked for her.
It was a hard situation to accept. Cara had never been a monster like some of Darth Rahl's forces, but she was something almost worse: She followed orders without question, no matter how heinous. No matter who they hurt.
The woman who stood before her now was innocent of those crimes. But Kahlan still wanted to punish her. They'd sparred every day since Cara's confession, sometimes for hours on end. With the Rebellion scattered to the stars, there was little else to do.
Cara didn't fight with a lightsaber like Richard Cypherrun, or vibroblades like Kahlan Solstice. She used an Agiel, a plain rod infused with pure Dark Side energy. It didn't kill, like other Sith weapons. Inquisitors weren't that merciful. Kahlan didn't mind the painful hit of the weapon when her block wasn't strong enough, her parry not fast enough. At least it was a different pain from the loss she carried with her. The memory filled her with rage. In her anger, Kahlan overpowered Cara, driving her Agiel to the side and opening up a cut under her breast. Defeated, Cara fell to her knees as Kahlan tried to get her breathing under control, tried to put down the urge to finish the fight.
"Does my blood please you, mistress?"
Kahlan wanted to say no, but that would only hurt Cara further. "Yes, Cara, you were a very challenging opponent."
Cara beamed. That was disconcerting too.
She had a beautiful smile.
"May I please you more?" Cara asked, with the strange innocence of those that thought only of service.
"No, you've done more than enough. Go bandage your wounds."
"Yes, mistress."
Such simple words, but they made Kahlan feel so… full. Like she would burst from feeling too much.
She returned to her quarters, shedding her Alderaanian robes until she was down to her underclothes. Her room was close to the hyperdrive, and she could feel it pulsing against her arches like a shower spray without water. Kahlan sat down on her bunk. She was in no mood to be tickled.
Chase the Mandalorian bounty hunter, Jedi Master Shota, her Padawan Jennsen. All lost now, either dead or in Imperial detention facilities. She might never see them again and already they weren't as vivid in her memory as they once had been. She had to meditate to ward off the anger, the Dark Side. A Confessor's powers already strayed near to the mandate of the Sith. The Jedi Order had never approved of Aylindral for that reason. A Confessor always had to be careful that her enemies – her victims – served the Force through her, not her through the Force.
The door whooshed open, ripping away her trance as if she'd spent seconds on it and not hours. Cara was stitched up and freshly showered.
"Cara!" Kahlan's voice was unable to conceal an edge of fear and anger, as if they were still enemies. "What do you want?"
"I was wondering something, mistress."
Kahlan's eyes widened in surprise. The ancient Sith Lords whose designs had formed the impetus for the Confessors had meant for the victim to think of nothing but their mistress's well-being. Trust Cara to be willful, even without her will. "Wondering about what?"
"We were enemies once. I harmed you. I harmed your friends. When you had me at your mercy," even in the grip of confession, Cara's tongue curdled at the word, "why did you not simply kill me?"
Kahlan kneaded her sinuses. She hated thinking the words, let alone speaking them. "You're of more use to me under confession."
Cara stepped inside. The door shut automatically behind her. "You want someone you can trust. Someone equal to you. Someone who can please you."
"You do please me," Kahlan said.
"Not enough. You're in pain, mistress. I am a master of pain. Allow me to take it from you."
"You gave me this pain," Kahlan said, not caring if it hurt the other women. That would only be fair.
"Have I displeased you, mistress?"
"Displeased me?" The meditation fell away completely. "You've tortured people I love!"
Cara moved in so close, so fast, that Kahlan had her knives drawn and at Cara's throat before she could think. "Yes," Cara said. "Take my life. It will comfort you."
Kahlan released the button on the hilt and the blurring blade stilled into blunt iron. "You've already paid for your crimes."
"Then take something else. Take whatever you need."
What did Kahlan need? She needed her home, she needed Richard, she needed her friends. But what did she want? More times than she could remember she'd wished Cara could be turned to the light side. She wanted to fight like Cara did, live like Cara did. No hesitation, no distraction, no pain. She wanted to stop hurting. She needed to stop hurting.
"How can you take my pain away?" Kahlan asked, voice trembling.
"By replacing it with another," Cara said, her words as sure as Kahlan's weren't. "Sweet pain."
"Will it hurt?"
Cara spoke eagerly. "Yes."
"Will I mind?"
"No."
Kahlan swallowed. What was it she was considering? Touching another woman, an Inquisitor, Cara? But she felt no revulsion at the thought, just a sick thrill of the taboo. Maybe actually going through with it would make her feel something.
"Alright, Cara," she began, sitting down on the bed. "I'm yours."
"No, mistress, I am yours. And you will put me to my best use. Let me show you how an Inquisitor makes love."
***
The cock jetted out of Cara's crotch, not hanging, but tall and erect, obscenely so. It wasn't real, of course – the straps that supported it cut across Cara's thighs and waist, and even up over chest like some sort of S&M harness. It was as if Cara wanted to make damn sure the thing wouldn't go anywhere. Kahlan wondered how ferociously she could move, that keeping a strap-on attached would be such a problem.
"That's supposed to go inside me?" Kahlan asked dubiously.
Cara held it like a weapon, jacking her hand slowly up and down its length to cover it with lube, reminding Kahlan of nothing so much as sharpening a blade with a whetstone. "Our targets are principally men. We must understand our target. The technology is very old, but functional. It combines with the user, stimulating the nerves until you're not sure you weren't born with one. I've seen it on some men I had to… deprive. They preferred the machine."
"And it goes inside of me."
Its excess was almost offensive, just by suggestion. It was about half a meter long, and as thick around as a girl's dainty wrist. Kahlan had no idea how any woman could've taken it. They would have to be as loose as the morals of whoever would use such a thing.
"That's not the part that will hurt," Cara said, stepping closer, the thing's bulbous head brushing against Kahlan's thigh, shocking in its lifelike heat. She had answered Kahlan's unspoken question. "It will feel good. It will feel very good."
Cara touched Kahlan's cheek. It was almost a comforting gesture, but the lubricant on her hand was hot, hotter than the cock had been. "I would never harm you, mistress."
She kissed Kahlan then. Her lips were hotter than the warming lubricant, hotter than the cut of a lightsaber or the graze of a blaster bolt. Kahlan had expected to feel something at her touch. She hadn't expected the bolt of lust that tingled through her spine and electrocuted every inch of her. She felt herself moisten, and started wondering if the cock was really that big after all.
The kiss ended with Cara licking Kahlan's still-parted lips, like a glass of wine to wash down a generous meal. As Kahlan stood there, frozen, Cara took her hand. Cara's fingers, so callused and rough, were almost like sandpaper on Kahlan's delicate hands. Cara gave her hand a loving squeeze, then guided it over to the strap-on, wrapping those long, slender fingers around its girth.
"I can feel you," Cara said, and Kahlan reflexively squeezed. Cara grunted in a manner that was nothing but sexual, and Kahlan pulled her hand away… letting it slide down the shaft, taper off the oversized head, smearing her palm with the dripping lubricant, so like a man's…
"It's so big." Kahlan's hand drifted down by her side. "I'd have to be wet as a lake to take that thing inside me!"
Cara smirked, and it was so like the old her that Kahlan… shivered. "That can be arranged."
She stepped close, kissing Kahlan again, this time on the neck. Kahlan felt her hands fit to Cara's body like restraining bolts on a droid. Ineffectual ones. She slid them over the lean muscles of Cara's back, unscarred because she'd never met anyone skilled enough to scar her, but criss-crossed with leather straps all the same. Cara's flesh was burning up, as if with fever. The lube, the strap-on, Cara… they were all about to burst into flames.
"I'm not ready," Kahlan said, even as Cara's teeth nipped at her pulse. A note of fear crept into her voice. Adrenaline pleasingly shot through her veins. "You'll kill me if you try to use that thing on me."
"Cock, mistress," Cara said gently, pausing for a moment, letting her hot exhale on Kahlan's throat do her work for her. "It's a cock. And it'll fit. You'll make room for it. I'll stretch you out and maybe you won't walk straight for days, but you will take every inch of it inside you. Mistress."
She put her fingers up to Kahlan's mouth, forefinger landing on Kahlan's lower lip. Just that small weight opened her up, and Cara worked her fingers inside gently. Kahlan closed her mouth and sucked, knowing what Cara wanted on some instinctual level. The lubricant didn't taste of strawberries or chocolate – it was metallic, like blood or sweat, stinging Kahlan's tongue. When Cara took her fingers out, she moved them down Kahlan's body, leaving a shimmering trail between Kahlan's breasts and over her navel.
"You're too tense. I'll make you loose," Cara said, promised. "And you'll take it. All of it."
There wasn't enough air for Kahlan to breath. Cara licked her way up the side of Kahlan's face, nearly making her pass out, as her fingers delved inside. They felt bigger than they could've been. Already, Kahlan felt stuffed, full. Cara had shown her no mercy, given her three fingers at once, and it was only the fact that she was absolutely soaked that she hadn't felt pain. Just the most pleasing, pleasing shock.
"Do you feel my fingers?" Cara asked, the sweet servility of her confessed persona giving way to something darker, something Cara. Of course Kahlan could feel them, twisting and turning and thrusting. She couldn't feel anything else. "They're inside you, getting you wider and looser, getting you ready for me to fuck you."
Kahlan was enjoying this too much. She'd expected there to be shame, some sort of rock bottom to wake her up, but there was just what Cara was doing and it was. So. Good. Panicking, she grabbed the cock and could've sworn it burned her hand. She squeezed and Cara's eyes rolled back in her head. Could she be getting off on this as much as Kahlan was? Was that even possible?
Kahlan just had to control herself. She would fulfill her body's urges and reassess at a later date. Perhaps a much later date. But for now, she was still in control. "Suck my nipples," she said, not moaned, said. Gruff. Commanding.
Cara's words were honey-slick, though. "I obey, mistress."
She lowered her head to Kahlan's breasts and set about collecting each bead of perspiration on them with tiny, teasing, hateful kisses. Kahlan groaned. She'd just wanted a little nipple-play like Richard had done, but Cara was antagonizing her, getting her primed, teasing her until her nipples hurt.
"Cara, stop."
She didn't. "Do you want me to stop?" Cara asked, now daintily licking the curves of Kahlan's chest.
"N-no."
"Then just relax," Cara said, sinuously letting another finger into Kahlan. Getting her ready. "Relax and enjoy it."
"Cara," Kahlan moaned. She had control, but no idea what to do with it. And she had something more important than control. She had what she needed. "Take your cock and shove it in me until you hit bottom."
Cara smiled and Kahlan could've sworn she'd never been confessed at all. This wasn't about her mistress's pleasure, wasn't about following orders. Just by looking in the Inquisitor's eyes, Kahlan could see Cara was going to enjoy this.
Cara shoved her down on the bed and lunged on her, kissing her roughly, the cock smacking against Kahlan's belly with leaden force. Cara didn't give Kahlan a chance to breath. Even as she devoured her lips, she was taking hold of the strap-on, positioning it, then shoving it home. Kahlan felt half of it suddenly inside her, five inches just for starters. It wasn't like some Holonet Afterdark tele. Cara didn't go inch by inch. She laid into Kahlan with lips and cock, seeming to feed on the little gasps Kahlan released as more and more of her was invaded. Until finally, she could feel Cara's body fully on top of her, meshed with her from lips to ankles.
"I obey, mistress," Cara hissed in her ear. Then she pulled her hips back and began to fuck Kahlan.
Kahlan closed her eyes, struggling to comport herself, not even bothering to stop her lips from parting in a silent scream or her fingers from whitening as they clutched the bedsheets Cara was fucking her into, just trying to keep from screaming herself hoarse. She had been worked over by an IT-O and taken her fair share of blaster bolts, but they were nothing compared to the sensation of Cara between her legs.
"Mmm." Cara rubbed her face along the side of Kahlan's, not kissing or biting, just letting her lips brush along the gorgeous lines of Kahlan's countenance. "You're tight, mistress. Did you know that? I can feel you squeezing me, like you want to keep me inside forever." She slipped back into the girlish lilt of her servitude, almost mockingly. "Oh, mistress. I love being inside you so much."
Kahlan felt her legs rising. As if in a dream, they wrapped around Cara's hips, which were going so fast it was like embracing a train. Her arms soon followed, hugging Cara to her. It was so… comfortable, having Cara locked to her. She couldn't feel the slightest bit of unease with what was happening. Just a rising and rising pleasure.
"You're going to come, Kahlan."
She was beyond even the twinge of suspicion that should've come from Cara using her name so familiarly, no more hearing Cara speak than she could hear an individual raindrop in a thunderstorm. All she registered was the emphasis Cara put on the word come.
"I'm going to make you come. What will you do then? Will you suck your own orgasm off me? Or will you just lie still and try to catch your breath?"
"Please, Cara—" Kahlan didn't know what she was asking for. She wanted this to stop. She wanted it to go on forever.
Cara's lips parted, but not to speak. She lowered her head to Kahlan's breast and took the hardened nipple within her open mouth so all Kahlan could feel was the heat of her breath. Then she closed, her teeth raking over Kahlan's aureole before finally clamping down on the nipple itself. Kahlan whimpered, but Cara didn't stop there. She pulled her head back slowly, stretching Kahlan's breast out even as her cock ceaselessly worked inside of Kahlan.
"Does it hurt?" she asked around the nipple.
Kahlan's clenched teeth opened like they'd been pried. "It hurts… so good…" Her eyes flew open. She'd finally found her voice. "I need to come. Make me come."
Cara released Kahlan's breast, letting it bounce back. "Yes, mistress," she said. The roller-coaster frenzy of her thrusts stopped, and she held herself above Kahlan, driving herself in with beat after beat of hard, determined penetrations. It was no longer just a never-ending friction for Kahlan, but a series of teasing, fulfilling pulses that were like miniature orgasms each time. Having a split-second to recover just made the shock of re-entry that much more intense.
Even as she did this, Cara bent her head to Kahlan's and slowly, so Kahlan could see her approach with each moment, with each penetration, until Cara's lips were against hers. This time, Kahlan was able to appreciate how soft Cara's mouth was, how warm and immersive being kissed by her was, like slipping into a hot bath.
That, put against the relentless pressure in her loins, drove her almost immediately to orgasm. She came against Cara's lips and intertwined with her legs, came hard and fast, like a bitch, a virgin. And the thrusting didn't cease, the kiss didn't stop. Her climax was like a fire being bombarded with fresh fuel, flaring up every time it seemed to die down. Kahlan felt as if she was flying up, off the bed and out of her body and apart from Cara, with only the cock she was just then clamping down on holding her in place. Even Cara shuddered in accompaniment, breaking the kiss and throttling out heavy animalistic sounds from deep in her throat. Kahlan felt absurdly pleased that they had come together.
Cara's eyes opened. She scrutinized Kahlan's face as she raised up off her, the strap-on trailing out of Kahlan's cunt. Finally, it was out, and the soreness set in. The shame set in.
Not as much as she would've thought, though.
"Cara, have you ever snuggled with someone?" Kahlan asked, lying back in her bed, sheets off because she was still too hot, so hot they would melt if they tried to cover her.
"No, mistress."
"But you know how?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Lie beside me. Take me in your arms. Don't let me go." Kahlan didn't look at Cara as she gave the order.
"I wish only to serve you, mistress."
***
Cara made breakfast in the morning. She had already eaten before Kahlan woke, so she spent the meal gazing at Kahlan in silence. It wasn't love in her eyes—it was something deeper, some appreciation of her that worked on an animal level. Kahlan found herself not minding. Her interpanel sounded and she went up to answer it, Cara's eyes on her all the while.
It was Richard, on the cruiser Naritus. His face filled the view window. He looked haggard and unshaven, and it was hard to believe just last night Kahlan had felt the same way. "Kahlan, is Cara with you?"
"No," Kahlan lied without thinking.
"Good. Listen, ZE-D0 hacked into the Imperial database. One of the files we got was Cara's. She's a member of the Order of the Mord'Sith. She can't be confessed!"
Kahlan spun. Cara sat there. She reached across the table for Kahlan's orange juice as Kahlan pulled her blaster. A decade living under the Empire had trained her never to be without it.
"Turn off the interpanel," Cara said.
"Make one move and I'll shoot you."
"If I wanted to kill you, I could've done it before you slobbered all over me. Turn off the interpanel so we can talk in private."
Kahlan shut it off, over Richard's loud cries about what was going on.
"I've always wanted to defect," Cara said. "The Empire is going to fall. It's never been strong, just weakness piled on top of weakness. It will inevitably be superceded. You're the most likely candidate. But you never would've believed me."
"And sleeping with me? Why did you do that?"
"Maybe you should ask yourself the same question." Cara stood. "If you need anything, mistress, I will obey you. In all aspects."
She left the room.
Kahlan held onto the blaster and wondered what you called it when you couldn't love someone and couldn't hate them.
Fandom: LotS/Star Wars
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,445
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan
Summary: When Kahlan Solstice confesses Inquisitor Cara, Cara is compelled to give Kahlan what she needs – even if it's something Kahlan doesn't know how to ask for.
It was disconcerting for Kahlan to see Inquisitor Cara like this, to meet eyes unveiled by bloodlust, hatred, or rage. It'd been three days since the raid on Asteroid M81, when Cara's eyes had been filled with all three. Their duel had pushed both women to their limit, until Cara had misstepped and Kahlan was able to cut a line in Cara's dewback-hide bodysuit and reach a finger through to bare flesh. Her nanites had done the rest. Since then, Cara had worked for her.
It was a hard situation to accept. Cara had never been a monster like some of Darth Rahl's forces, but she was something almost worse: She followed orders without question, no matter how heinous. No matter who they hurt.
The woman who stood before her now was innocent of those crimes. But Kahlan still wanted to punish her. They'd sparred every day since Cara's confession, sometimes for hours on end. With the Rebellion scattered to the stars, there was little else to do.
Cara didn't fight with a lightsaber like Richard Cypherrun, or vibroblades like Kahlan Solstice. She used an Agiel, a plain rod infused with pure Dark Side energy. It didn't kill, like other Sith weapons. Inquisitors weren't that merciful. Kahlan didn't mind the painful hit of the weapon when her block wasn't strong enough, her parry not fast enough. At least it was a different pain from the loss she carried with her. The memory filled her with rage. In her anger, Kahlan overpowered Cara, driving her Agiel to the side and opening up a cut under her breast. Defeated, Cara fell to her knees as Kahlan tried to get her breathing under control, tried to put down the urge to finish the fight.
"Does my blood please you, mistress?"
Kahlan wanted to say no, but that would only hurt Cara further. "Yes, Cara, you were a very challenging opponent."
Cara beamed. That was disconcerting too.
She had a beautiful smile.
"May I please you more?" Cara asked, with the strange innocence of those that thought only of service.
"No, you've done more than enough. Go bandage your wounds."
"Yes, mistress."
Such simple words, but they made Kahlan feel so… full. Like she would burst from feeling too much.
She returned to her quarters, shedding her Alderaanian robes until she was down to her underclothes. Her room was close to the hyperdrive, and she could feel it pulsing against her arches like a shower spray without water. Kahlan sat down on her bunk. She was in no mood to be tickled.
Chase the Mandalorian bounty hunter, Jedi Master Shota, her Padawan Jennsen. All lost now, either dead or in Imperial detention facilities. She might never see them again and already they weren't as vivid in her memory as they once had been. She had to meditate to ward off the anger, the Dark Side. A Confessor's powers already strayed near to the mandate of the Sith. The Jedi Order had never approved of Aylindral for that reason. A Confessor always had to be careful that her enemies – her victims – served the Force through her, not her through the Force.
The door whooshed open, ripping away her trance as if she'd spent seconds on it and not hours. Cara was stitched up and freshly showered.
"Cara!" Kahlan's voice was unable to conceal an edge of fear and anger, as if they were still enemies. "What do you want?"
"I was wondering something, mistress."
Kahlan's eyes widened in surprise. The ancient Sith Lords whose designs had formed the impetus for the Confessors had meant for the victim to think of nothing but their mistress's well-being. Trust Cara to be willful, even without her will. "Wondering about what?"
"We were enemies once. I harmed you. I harmed your friends. When you had me at your mercy," even in the grip of confession, Cara's tongue curdled at the word, "why did you not simply kill me?"
Kahlan kneaded her sinuses. She hated thinking the words, let alone speaking them. "You're of more use to me under confession."
Cara stepped inside. The door shut automatically behind her. "You want someone you can trust. Someone equal to you. Someone who can please you."
"You do please me," Kahlan said.
"Not enough. You're in pain, mistress. I am a master of pain. Allow me to take it from you."
"You gave me this pain," Kahlan said, not caring if it hurt the other women. That would only be fair.
"Have I displeased you, mistress?"
"Displeased me?" The meditation fell away completely. "You've tortured people I love!"
Cara moved in so close, so fast, that Kahlan had her knives drawn and at Cara's throat before she could think. "Yes," Cara said. "Take my life. It will comfort you."
Kahlan released the button on the hilt and the blurring blade stilled into blunt iron. "You've already paid for your crimes."
"Then take something else. Take whatever you need."
What did Kahlan need? She needed her home, she needed Richard, she needed her friends. But what did she want? More times than she could remember she'd wished Cara could be turned to the light side. She wanted to fight like Cara did, live like Cara did. No hesitation, no distraction, no pain. She wanted to stop hurting. She needed to stop hurting.
"How can you take my pain away?" Kahlan asked, voice trembling.
"By replacing it with another," Cara said, her words as sure as Kahlan's weren't. "Sweet pain."
"Will it hurt?"
Cara spoke eagerly. "Yes."
"Will I mind?"
"No."
Kahlan swallowed. What was it she was considering? Touching another woman, an Inquisitor, Cara? But she felt no revulsion at the thought, just a sick thrill of the taboo. Maybe actually going through with it would make her feel something.
"Alright, Cara," she began, sitting down on the bed. "I'm yours."
"No, mistress, I am yours. And you will put me to my best use. Let me show you how an Inquisitor makes love."
***
The cock jetted out of Cara's crotch, not hanging, but tall and erect, obscenely so. It wasn't real, of course – the straps that supported it cut across Cara's thighs and waist, and even up over chest like some sort of S&M harness. It was as if Cara wanted to make damn sure the thing wouldn't go anywhere. Kahlan wondered how ferociously she could move, that keeping a strap-on attached would be such a problem.
"That's supposed to go inside me?" Kahlan asked dubiously.
Cara held it like a weapon, jacking her hand slowly up and down its length to cover it with lube, reminding Kahlan of nothing so much as sharpening a blade with a whetstone. "Our targets are principally men. We must understand our target. The technology is very old, but functional. It combines with the user, stimulating the nerves until you're not sure you weren't born with one. I've seen it on some men I had to… deprive. They preferred the machine."
"And it goes inside of me."
Its excess was almost offensive, just by suggestion. It was about half a meter long, and as thick around as a girl's dainty wrist. Kahlan had no idea how any woman could've taken it. They would have to be as loose as the morals of whoever would use such a thing.
"That's not the part that will hurt," Cara said, stepping closer, the thing's bulbous head brushing against Kahlan's thigh, shocking in its lifelike heat. She had answered Kahlan's unspoken question. "It will feel good. It will feel very good."
Cara touched Kahlan's cheek. It was almost a comforting gesture, but the lubricant on her hand was hot, hotter than the cock had been. "I would never harm you, mistress."
She kissed Kahlan then. Her lips were hotter than the warming lubricant, hotter than the cut of a lightsaber or the graze of a blaster bolt. Kahlan had expected to feel something at her touch. She hadn't expected the bolt of lust that tingled through her spine and electrocuted every inch of her. She felt herself moisten, and started wondering if the cock was really that big after all.
The kiss ended with Cara licking Kahlan's still-parted lips, like a glass of wine to wash down a generous meal. As Kahlan stood there, frozen, Cara took her hand. Cara's fingers, so callused and rough, were almost like sandpaper on Kahlan's delicate hands. Cara gave her hand a loving squeeze, then guided it over to the strap-on, wrapping those long, slender fingers around its girth.
"I can feel you," Cara said, and Kahlan reflexively squeezed. Cara grunted in a manner that was nothing but sexual, and Kahlan pulled her hand away… letting it slide down the shaft, taper off the oversized head, smearing her palm with the dripping lubricant, so like a man's…
"It's so big." Kahlan's hand drifted down by her side. "I'd have to be wet as a lake to take that thing inside me!"
Cara smirked, and it was so like the old her that Kahlan… shivered. "That can be arranged."
She stepped close, kissing Kahlan again, this time on the neck. Kahlan felt her hands fit to Cara's body like restraining bolts on a droid. Ineffectual ones. She slid them over the lean muscles of Cara's back, unscarred because she'd never met anyone skilled enough to scar her, but criss-crossed with leather straps all the same. Cara's flesh was burning up, as if with fever. The lube, the strap-on, Cara… they were all about to burst into flames.
"I'm not ready," Kahlan said, even as Cara's teeth nipped at her pulse. A note of fear crept into her voice. Adrenaline pleasingly shot through her veins. "You'll kill me if you try to use that thing on me."
"Cock, mistress," Cara said gently, pausing for a moment, letting her hot exhale on Kahlan's throat do her work for her. "It's a cock. And it'll fit. You'll make room for it. I'll stretch you out and maybe you won't walk straight for days, but you will take every inch of it inside you. Mistress."
She put her fingers up to Kahlan's mouth, forefinger landing on Kahlan's lower lip. Just that small weight opened her up, and Cara worked her fingers inside gently. Kahlan closed her mouth and sucked, knowing what Cara wanted on some instinctual level. The lubricant didn't taste of strawberries or chocolate – it was metallic, like blood or sweat, stinging Kahlan's tongue. When Cara took her fingers out, she moved them down Kahlan's body, leaving a shimmering trail between Kahlan's breasts and over her navel.
"You're too tense. I'll make you loose," Cara said, promised. "And you'll take it. All of it."
There wasn't enough air for Kahlan to breath. Cara licked her way up the side of Kahlan's face, nearly making her pass out, as her fingers delved inside. They felt bigger than they could've been. Already, Kahlan felt stuffed, full. Cara had shown her no mercy, given her three fingers at once, and it was only the fact that she was absolutely soaked that she hadn't felt pain. Just the most pleasing, pleasing shock.
"Do you feel my fingers?" Cara asked, the sweet servility of her confessed persona giving way to something darker, something Cara. Of course Kahlan could feel them, twisting and turning and thrusting. She couldn't feel anything else. "They're inside you, getting you wider and looser, getting you ready for me to fuck you."
Kahlan was enjoying this too much. She'd expected there to be shame, some sort of rock bottom to wake her up, but there was just what Cara was doing and it was. So. Good. Panicking, she grabbed the cock and could've sworn it burned her hand. She squeezed and Cara's eyes rolled back in her head. Could she be getting off on this as much as Kahlan was? Was that even possible?
Kahlan just had to control herself. She would fulfill her body's urges and reassess at a later date. Perhaps a much later date. But for now, she was still in control. "Suck my nipples," she said, not moaned, said. Gruff. Commanding.
Cara's words were honey-slick, though. "I obey, mistress."
She lowered her head to Kahlan's breasts and set about collecting each bead of perspiration on them with tiny, teasing, hateful kisses. Kahlan groaned. She'd just wanted a little nipple-play like Richard had done, but Cara was antagonizing her, getting her primed, teasing her until her nipples hurt.
"Cara, stop."
She didn't. "Do you want me to stop?" Cara asked, now daintily licking the curves of Kahlan's chest.
"N-no."
"Then just relax," Cara said, sinuously letting another finger into Kahlan. Getting her ready. "Relax and enjoy it."
"Cara," Kahlan moaned. She had control, but no idea what to do with it. And she had something more important than control. She had what she needed. "Take your cock and shove it in me until you hit bottom."
Cara smiled and Kahlan could've sworn she'd never been confessed at all. This wasn't about her mistress's pleasure, wasn't about following orders. Just by looking in the Inquisitor's eyes, Kahlan could see Cara was going to enjoy this.
Cara shoved her down on the bed and lunged on her, kissing her roughly, the cock smacking against Kahlan's belly with leaden force. Cara didn't give Kahlan a chance to breath. Even as she devoured her lips, she was taking hold of the strap-on, positioning it, then shoving it home. Kahlan felt half of it suddenly inside her, five inches just for starters. It wasn't like some Holonet Afterdark tele. Cara didn't go inch by inch. She laid into Kahlan with lips and cock, seeming to feed on the little gasps Kahlan released as more and more of her was invaded. Until finally, she could feel Cara's body fully on top of her, meshed with her from lips to ankles.
"I obey, mistress," Cara hissed in her ear. Then she pulled her hips back and began to fuck Kahlan.
Kahlan closed her eyes, struggling to comport herself, not even bothering to stop her lips from parting in a silent scream or her fingers from whitening as they clutched the bedsheets Cara was fucking her into, just trying to keep from screaming herself hoarse. She had been worked over by an IT-O and taken her fair share of blaster bolts, but they were nothing compared to the sensation of Cara between her legs.
"Mmm." Cara rubbed her face along the side of Kahlan's, not kissing or biting, just letting her lips brush along the gorgeous lines of Kahlan's countenance. "You're tight, mistress. Did you know that? I can feel you squeezing me, like you want to keep me inside forever." She slipped back into the girlish lilt of her servitude, almost mockingly. "Oh, mistress. I love being inside you so much."
Kahlan felt her legs rising. As if in a dream, they wrapped around Cara's hips, which were going so fast it was like embracing a train. Her arms soon followed, hugging Cara to her. It was so… comfortable, having Cara locked to her. She couldn't feel the slightest bit of unease with what was happening. Just a rising and rising pleasure.
"You're going to come, Kahlan."
She was beyond even the twinge of suspicion that should've come from Cara using her name so familiarly, no more hearing Cara speak than she could hear an individual raindrop in a thunderstorm. All she registered was the emphasis Cara put on the word come.
"I'm going to make you come. What will you do then? Will you suck your own orgasm off me? Or will you just lie still and try to catch your breath?"
"Please, Cara—" Kahlan didn't know what she was asking for. She wanted this to stop. She wanted it to go on forever.
Cara's lips parted, but not to speak. She lowered her head to Kahlan's breast and took the hardened nipple within her open mouth so all Kahlan could feel was the heat of her breath. Then she closed, her teeth raking over Kahlan's aureole before finally clamping down on the nipple itself. Kahlan whimpered, but Cara didn't stop there. She pulled her head back slowly, stretching Kahlan's breast out even as her cock ceaselessly worked inside of Kahlan.
"Does it hurt?" she asked around the nipple.
Kahlan's clenched teeth opened like they'd been pried. "It hurts… so good…" Her eyes flew open. She'd finally found her voice. "I need to come. Make me come."
Cara released Kahlan's breast, letting it bounce back. "Yes, mistress," she said. The roller-coaster frenzy of her thrusts stopped, and she held herself above Kahlan, driving herself in with beat after beat of hard, determined penetrations. It was no longer just a never-ending friction for Kahlan, but a series of teasing, fulfilling pulses that were like miniature orgasms each time. Having a split-second to recover just made the shock of re-entry that much more intense.
Even as she did this, Cara bent her head to Kahlan's and slowly, so Kahlan could see her approach with each moment, with each penetration, until Cara's lips were against hers. This time, Kahlan was able to appreciate how soft Cara's mouth was, how warm and immersive being kissed by her was, like slipping into a hot bath.
That, put against the relentless pressure in her loins, drove her almost immediately to orgasm. She came against Cara's lips and intertwined with her legs, came hard and fast, like a bitch, a virgin. And the thrusting didn't cease, the kiss didn't stop. Her climax was like a fire being bombarded with fresh fuel, flaring up every time it seemed to die down. Kahlan felt as if she was flying up, off the bed and out of her body and apart from Cara, with only the cock she was just then clamping down on holding her in place. Even Cara shuddered in accompaniment, breaking the kiss and throttling out heavy animalistic sounds from deep in her throat. Kahlan felt absurdly pleased that they had come together.
Cara's eyes opened. She scrutinized Kahlan's face as she raised up off her, the strap-on trailing out of Kahlan's cunt. Finally, it was out, and the soreness set in. The shame set in.
Not as much as she would've thought, though.
"Cara, have you ever snuggled with someone?" Kahlan asked, lying back in her bed, sheets off because she was still too hot, so hot they would melt if they tried to cover her.
"No, mistress."
"But you know how?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Lie beside me. Take me in your arms. Don't let me go." Kahlan didn't look at Cara as she gave the order.
"I wish only to serve you, mistress."
***
Cara made breakfast in the morning. She had already eaten before Kahlan woke, so she spent the meal gazing at Kahlan in silence. It wasn't love in her eyes—it was something deeper, some appreciation of her that worked on an animal level. Kahlan found herself not minding. Her interpanel sounded and she went up to answer it, Cara's eyes on her all the while.
It was Richard, on the cruiser Naritus. His face filled the view window. He looked haggard and unshaven, and it was hard to believe just last night Kahlan had felt the same way. "Kahlan, is Cara with you?"
"No," Kahlan lied without thinking.
"Good. Listen, ZE-D0 hacked into the Imperial database. One of the files we got was Cara's. She's a member of the Order of the Mord'Sith. She can't be confessed!"
Kahlan spun. Cara sat there. She reached across the table for Kahlan's orange juice as Kahlan pulled her blaster. A decade living under the Empire had trained her never to be without it.
"Turn off the interpanel," Cara said.
"Make one move and I'll shoot you."
"If I wanted to kill you, I could've done it before you slobbered all over me. Turn off the interpanel so we can talk in private."
Kahlan shut it off, over Richard's loud cries about what was going on.
"I've always wanted to defect," Cara said. "The Empire is going to fall. It's never been strong, just weakness piled on top of weakness. It will inevitably be superceded. You're the most likely candidate. But you never would've believed me."
"And sleeping with me? Why did you do that?"
"Maybe you should ask yourself the same question." Cara stood. "If you need anything, mistress, I will obey you. In all aspects."
She left the room.
Kahlan held onto the blaster and wondered what you called it when you couldn't love someone and couldn't hate them.
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Date: 2010-11-12 09:56 pm (UTC)and I was suppose to be going to bed..
still..
it was HOT!!!
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Date: 2010-11-12 10:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-12 10:19 pm (UTC)Yay! Cara's not confessed.
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Date: 2010-11-12 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-12 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-13 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-13 01:38 am (UTC)With Cara being even more Cara and Kahlan falling in love and OMG SO GOOD!
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Date: 2010-11-13 03:20 am (UTC)On another note, did you see tonight's Smallville? I couldn't stop laughing after I realized that the actress for Granny Goodness played Delores Herbig (from Dead Like Me)
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Date: 2010-11-13 03:54 am (UTC)Thanks so much for posting this
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Date: 2010-11-13 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-13 04:33 am (UTC)Spank you very much.
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Date: 2010-11-13 07:17 pm (UTC)The Side of Light and Wisdom
Date: 2010-11-15 08:18 pm (UTC)Funny crossover with the star wars and almost too hot, ya know if that were even remotely possible. Thanks so much!
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Date: 2010-11-15 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-14 11:38 am (UTC)