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seriousficTitle: The Side of Dark And Ecstasy
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,700
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, Richard/Kahlan/Cara
Previous: Part 2
Summary: Richard's a Jedi. The Jedi are forbidden to love. But Kahlan doesn't care, as long as there's something in her life that offers her a respite from Cara.
Kahlan cut ties with Cara after that, turning their usual silence into a sharp point, never lingering in the same room with her. It was mortifying to have their relationship spelled out by Cara, spun into the most perverse interpretation, and Kahlan had to remind her that they weren't a partnership, much less a pair. (She didn't have to remind herself, of course, she knew what they were.)
She knew Richard didn't want to be disturbed, meditating on the Force at that old Jedi temple on Mankaros, but she had to see him. The hyperdrive was pushed so hard that its power shook the ship, and Cara lingered around Kahlan, eyeing her suspiciously. It was hard to tell what she was feeling under that eternally sultry countenance, but Kahlan didn't care.
She let Cara land the ship while she changed into her finest Confessor gown, the one that was still white after countless years of war, and broadcast her identity to a galaxy that feared and hunted her. When Cara saw her in it, her eyes seemed to come alive out of her statue-like stillness.
"Nice outfit," she said sardonically.
"I'd wear skintight leather, but I sweat too much."
Cara nodded to herself. "It's him, isn't it? Your Jedi friend."
Kahlan smirked at her as she adjusted her cleavage. As officious as her gown was, its cut had the side effect of displaying her bosom very effectively. With the way Cara was eyeing it, she could only imagine what Richard's reaction would be. "I'd say we're more than friends, wouldn't you?"
Cara calmly straddled a chair. "Oh, is mistress finally getting laid?"
"What do you mean, finally?"
Cara kicked against the floor so the chair turned, bringing her to face the ship's instrumentations. She powered down everything that needed to be powered down. "See if he can't take the stick out of your ass while he's down there."
She was surprised by Kahlan's voice over her shoulder. "I'd much rather he put one in."
***
Richard was overjoyed to see her, like a puppy seeing its master come home after a long vacation. He knew he should've continued with his regiment, but it took little to convince him otherwise. One hug, and when his arms tightened around her possessively, she knew he was hers. And she was his. No room for Cara.
Richard apologized for the meal he produced, seeing as he was living off the land, but he'd always been close friends with nature, and the salad he produced was delicious. Kahlan had brought a bottle of Corellian ale to go with it. As they drank, it gave their conversation on the Rebellion and their separation and his lessons a warm, cozy air, like it was all a game they were taking a break from.
Then Richard asked about Cara.
"She's… difficult," Kahlan said.
"But you control her, right?"
"Sometimes I think there's no controlling her." Kahlan reached for her glass but didn't drink it. "Her nature is so…she's pure…" Kahlan stood. Banishing the thought with a brisk shake of her head, she reached for the lace of her décolletage. "Let's not talk about her."
"Kahlan…" Richard stood when she walked toward him, backing away a little. "We can't, we agreed…"
She answered with a kiss. It only occurred to her afterward that it was exactly how Cara would handle a man, cutting straight through the mind to the body, its wants, but that wasn't her at all. (She sliced open his belt and split his fly.) She loved Richard, their relationship was based on trust and mutual respect. (For all his talk of the Jedi Code, all she had to do was wrap her hand around his cock for it to turn hard as transparisteel.)
"I love you," he said, even as she was ripping his robes away.
"Then prove it."
She shoved him back down in his chair and let him do no more than watch as she stripped, neatly folding her pristine robes away from any pollution, then removing her underthings. She watched Richard strain and fidget and curse softly under his breath, trying to keep still. When she put her hand on his cheek, the kind of sweetheart gesture they used to exchange instead of intimacy, he cooed into the contact. She moved her hand lower, over his chest and his fiercely beating heart and his filling lungs and down over his belly and around his cock again, holding it steady as she lowered herself on it, his arms snapping shut behind her back like a trap, for once feeling him all around and inside her and letting herself be overwhelmed.
"Fuck me," she said, when he said "I love you so much."
She imagined this as graceful and loving, and him on top, but she has no time for that now. Kahlan rode him hard, rocking up and down so that he could barely contain her, as she flung herself back so her long hair swept to the ground and then rose back up to him, pressing her breasts to his face and the sweet friction of his stubble and putting his hands on her ass and her tits and forcing him to squeeze.
She wanted his teeth on her skin and his fingernails in her back, wanted his cock everywhere, wanted him to torment her with pleasure instead of grace her with it like a thankful petitioner, but this is enough. It was almost masturbation, the way she was using him, but maybe that was what she needed. To dominate him.
Kahlan didn't hear Cara's approach, and it was no wonder. The Mord'Sith had long practice at being silent, even though the sight of them together made her eyes fairly scream, narrow and hungry as she watched their bodies fumble together. Richard was a blunt instrument, crude but effective, but Kahlan deserved more than that. Kahlan deserved a razor.
Cara stepped out of the shadows she'd secured herself in through the tedious dinner and the slightly less tedious foreplay. Richard saw her just as she was unzipping her armor, her breasts and belly coming into view in an elongated V. He said nothing, not wanting to spoil Kahlan's moment, but he tried shooing her away like she was a stray cat.
Cara kept on coming, her clothes falling behind her scales off a lizard. If there was any chance of Richard alerting Kahlan, Kahlan herself stopped it. As if sensing Cara, as if leeching off her ever-present sexuality, she was jamming herself against him harder and faster, making Richard think inexorably of how you built a fire with two sticks and a few sparks.
"It’s like you’re getting bigger inside of me!" Kahlan gasped. Cara just stood there, mere feet behind her, hands on her hips, her tongue working over her teeth like an oilcloth over a blade. Her features had settled into amused anticipation. Richard desperately pulled Kahlan's mouth to his to spare her the sight of Cara, their teeth clashing painfully, but Kahlan seemed to groan at the brutalism and her hips churned like she was trying to break him.
Kahlan could feel her orgasm like flesh under fabric, warm and waiting but irritatingly denied her. She wanted to come, needed to come, but the harder she rode Richard, the more elusive her climax was. And with the kiss, it was just beyond reach, the final explosion that would purge Cara from her soul…
And sensing her nearness, Cara acted with the speed of a predator, grabbing Kahlan by her extravagant hair and wrenching her head back, leaving her lips defenseless for Cara to meet in a bruising kiss, a one-two punch with Cara's fingers as the second half, reaching down and plucking Kahlan's clit between two incredible fingers…
Kahlan had thought her orgasm was before her, but it hadn't been. It'd been lightyears away and Cara had brought it screaming down on her like a hover-train. Her body burned like it'd been set on fire and her clit seemed to kick and she screamed with a lack of grace no Confessor would ever show, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She was coming, and thanks to Cara, she was coming harder than she ever had in her whole life.
Richard came too, filling Kahlan to dripping excess with his seed, but Kahlan hardly noticed. Seeing Cara here, now, was like a figure from a dream being glimpsed in the waking world.
"I came just as you requested, mistress," Cara said, savoring her obedient-slave shtick. "And I see you've come as well, just as I requested."
Kahlan stared at her, furious, and still trying to catch her breath.
"You asked for her to be here?" Richard said, eyes darting from Kahlan to Cara, unable to take in their faces and not their bodies.
Kahlan petted his face fondly to put him at ease. She didn't look at Cara once. "It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess when you're as big a whore as her, you can't help waiting. And she begged for it so much… I had to take pity on her. You don't mind, do you?"
Cara didn't react to Kahlan's jibes at all. Her smile was almost deferential, but her eyes sparkled as she ran her fingers between their bodies, taking some sweat from Richard's chest and sucking it off her fingertips. "I only wish to please you, my lord, my lady. Use me as you would see fit. Give vent to the desires you would never dirty each other with."
"Well… I mean, I…" Richard looked from Cara to Kahlan more frantically, as if he could squint hard enough and see the ripples of power and control between them. "What do you want me to do with her?"
Kahlan's fingers ran affectionately through his hair. "Did you know that Cara has never had anal sex? Imagine it. A slut like her, still a little bit of a virgin. Why don't we fix that?" She finally looked at Cara, catching an apprehension and a relish of that apprehension in Cara's eyes. "It can be a night of firsts." She stood, not touching Cara, but her eyes boring through her as hard as a slap. "And you can lick his cum off me. Would you like that, Cara? To taste our love for each other?"
"I already know your taste, Kahlan. But I would love to learn Richard's." She leaned into Kahlan's space, smiling to show the overwhelming white of her teeth. All that was missing was a growl. "Perhaps we can share his flavor after. I know how fond you are of being kissed. Such a hopeless romantic…"
Richard was still confused by their interplay, but his eyes locked on Kahlan's swaying hips as she walked to a divan. She splayed herself on it, on her back, and raised her left leg to rest on the back, exposing herself like she expected a painting to be done of her. Even though Cara's eyes were predictably drawn to the red flame of her groin, the rest of her pale skin was even more appetizing. Richard had fucked her, yet she was still unmarked, still waiting to be claimed. Cara took Richard by his manhood (he gasped like it was actually sexual) and led him to Kahlan.
"You can kiss me anywhere you want," Kahlan taunted. Cara craned her head and bestowed a kiss on Kahlan's left calf. Kahlan shut her eyes – either she had an erogenous zone there or Cara had just created one.
Cara's lips broke from Kahlan's skin in a gasp. Richard had just touched her, wet fingers penetrating, opening her anus. She revised her opinion of him; the boy had some skill, and enough courtesy to lubricate her beforehand. She gave Kahlan a smoky-eyed smile to show just how much she appreciated the loan of her Jedi.
Kahlan huffed, both fighting her own desire and giving into it as Cara bent herself over the arm of the divan, giving Kahlan a closer look at her cleavage as she applied her lips to Kahlan's right thigh, another wellspring of pleasure. She stopped to moan audibly and meet Kahlan's eyes. "Another finger," Cara said.
Kahlan grabbed her by the hair and forced her face into her cunt, just so she didn't have to see her smile. Behind her, Richard was appreciating the spectacle, no doubt thinking it was for her benefit. Kahlan snarled "Fuck her. Not with her fingers, with your cock. Fuck her goddamn ass in."
Kahlan's dirty, forceful manner sent a rush of blood to Richard's groin. It was so unlike her to be this confident when it came to sex, and as unnerving as the change could be, he had to admit it worked for him. With one hand on Cara's hip to steady her and one hand on the base of his cock (he was tempted to just step back and watch, jerk off, and put his cum all over Kahlan so he could enjoy Cara's promise to lick it up), he positioned himself at Cara's anus and pushed gently.
Cara growled into Kahlan's pussy and Kahlan gasped in short, torrid puffs of ecstasy, eyes roving from Kahlan's tongue in her cunt to Richard's dick in the woman's ass, starting to disappear. She looked back down to servile, obedient Cara and almost laughed. "Eat it," she hissed violently. "Eat all of my goddamn cunt. You wanted it, there it is, now fucking lap up every inch of it like a dog."
Cara moaned louder, although Kahlan didn't know if it was from her taste or from the pressure Richard was starting to exert, his cock dragging into her ass. Both of Kahlan's hands were fisted in Cara's hair and she almost could've ripped it out by the root, but instead she forced Cara's face up and down against her rutting groin, fucking her mouth as Richard did the same to her ass.
"Harder, Richard!" she ordered, forcing her attention to him, her true love, and not this unwanted adulterer in her life and thoughts. "She can take it! She wants it! Fuck her!"
Richard obeyed instinctively, putting his weight on Cara, digging his cock into her as his hands slipped under her to cup her breasts, kneading and massaging—"Fuck her, Richard, don't make love!"—and squeezing and groping as he pulled out and dove back in, withdrew and thrust, the first exotic exploration now becoming hard, relentless, mechanical.
"You like that?" Kahlan demanded of Cara, reaching down to slap her face, feeling the vibrations reverberating into her pussy. "You like it? You like tasting Richard inside me? That's him, Cara, that's what you're tasting! Do you like it?"
It went on like that for what seemed like years, Kahlan feeling more like an interrogator than a lover, feeling an undeniable euphoria as she watched Cara's debasement, felt her tongue deep inside. Her body spasmed with abandon, as if the sighs and moans she loosed were forcing their way out of her body. When she began to pull Cara's hair out in her rapture, she dug her fingers into the divan and felt the wood she touched creak and the cushion she clawed tear.
The same pleasure electrifying Kahlan was rippling through Richard and Cara as well. Richard grunted as he fucked Cara like he wanted to send her through the divan, his breath hitting the back of her neck like a racehorse's exhale. Cara twisted under him and over Kahlan, lost in the pleasure and emotion the coupling conjured up. She could think of nothing, react to nothing, find no way to turn the situation to her advantage even if her mind weren't consumed with Kahlan, controlled by her down to the last shuddering nerve. When Richard's molten ejaculation hit her, she screamed into Kahlan's sex and bit down on her thigh and came, came, came.
When Kahlan orgasmed, her hands flew back to Cara, nails digging into her scalp, blood bubbling under Kahlan's fingers to stain Cara's golden hair red. "Like that? Like that? Like that?" she asked, demanded, begged, as she forced her throbbing pussy into Cara's face over and over again.
They thrashed and twisted and strained until they were drained, Richard's last few orgasmic thrusts making his own cum overflow from Cara and smear on his belly and Kahlan's thighs. He pulled out, rasping "Oh fuck" with each few inches of cock that Cara released.
Kahlan was still replaying the uniquely brutal, sensual, and loving feel of Cara's tongue-lips-teeth on her sex while she could look up and see Richard thrusting into Cara. It was all a muddle of old hates and new emotions, and all she could be sure of was how good it felt.
And Cara gave Kahlan one last nip and then looked up at her, her mouth dripping with her juices. "You like it," she said in long-overdue reply.
Kahlan looked up at the ceiling and waited for her heartbeat to return to normal.
It was Richard who kissed them both, awkwardly and a bit gentlemanly, and Kahlan thought it was more loving than either of them could be with each other.
***
They left a few days after that. Kahlan lingered awhile, and performed enthusiastically when Richard made love to her, but it was never something she started. She worried constantly that she was like Cara, using sex to poke and prod Richard's sense of self. And she worried how much she thought of Cara—the weird way Cara pushed her, supported her. It wasn't that Cara's presence comforted her, but it strengthened her to the point where she didn't need comfort.
And a part of her relished the competition, the constant challenge Cara posed. Someone who was an equal, who could neither be pushed around or deferred to—it was almost like having a friend.
The night they left, Kahlan laid in her bed and knew sleep was far away. She listened to the sounds of the hyperdrive engine, quiet and constant. Then, over it, she heard the door open and Cara enter. She wasn't naked and she wasn't armored—she wore one of the sleeping gowns from the wardrobe Kahlan had provided her, one of the many items she had instantly disdained. Now, it suited her.
Kahlan looked at her, and Cara must've seen an acknowledgment in her eyes, because she crept into bed with her. It wasn't sexual. Cara stayed on her side and stared at Kahlan, emotions playing over her face like water dripping on a faucet. Finally, one settled. It was soft and a little broken, but Kahlan recognized it.
"I lied," Cara said.
Kahlan tried not to be cruel. "About?" she asked calmly.
"When I said I joined up with you because you were like me. Ruthless. I chose you because you're not like me. You're beautiful and resilient and pure. I thought I was like you once. I believed in the Empire just like you believe in the Rebellion. But when I saw the corruption, the oppression, the cruelty… it became about power. And then there you were. Fighting against all odds, because of beliefs. It reminded me how much I missed being you."
Cara's hand slid across the sheets. Kahlan heard every wrinkle it smoothed. Then it was curled in her hair, rubbing a lock between thumb and forefinger.
"I wanted to be on the winning side, that's true, but I wanted to know you better. And if that meant being your slave, your whore…"
"Cara," Kahlan interrupted. "I should never have asked those things of you."
"I enjoyed them. You know I enjoyed them. I'm never going to be someone who's ashamed of what I did. And you're never going to be someone who doesn't enjoy asking those things of me, thinking of them being done to me." Cara shuffled, and maybe ended up closer and maybe was further away. Her voice sounded quieter. "Watching. Listening. I know it's not conventional, but you enjoy it just as much as I do."
"That doesn't make it okay."
"Fucking a Jedi is okay?" Cara looked away, like she regretted bringing up Richard. Kahlan knew the feeling. "I've taken many pleasures throughout the universe. There are few that bring me… the joy that you do. That's as 'okay' as I know."
Kahlan wheeled on her, up on both hands like an animal about to pounce. "And what if I said that wasn't good enough? What if I wanted you all to myself, no more Sithspit about voyeurism and mind-control, but just you and I?"
Cara's smile was only a little sullen. "You know how flexible I am. I can be your whore or your lover. Just so long as I'm yours."
Kahlan rolled on top of Cara. The savory feel of her gown was almost nothing compared to the hot flesh. Cara's blood was racing, Kahlan could practically taste it. "If you're mine… then say it."
Cara turned her head away from Kahlan's piercing glare, baring her throat. "I love you."
Kahlan kissed her jugular with a mouth that could just as soon rip it out. Cara's eyes shut and she breathed out.
"Beg for it," Kahlan said, putting the same violent, soft kiss to Cara's ear.
"Please," Cara groaned out.
Another kiss, this time on Cara's temple, and this was the worst punishment Kahlan could bestow, these little embers of kisses that Cara would kill for, given one at a time like that was anywhere near enough. "Please what?"
Cara's voice was breaking with the rest of her. "Please fuck me!"
"With?" Kahlan insisted.
"Anything. Everything. Fuck my cunt or my ass or my mouth. Fuck me until I come." She opened her eyes and met Kahlan, something both submissive and defiant passing between them. "Use me. I'm here."
Kahlan got a good grip on Cara's gown before she gave in and ripped it apart.
Cara dropped her head against the pillow and let Kahlan have her. Later, they could resume the dance. Testing boundaries, bending rules, gaining the upper hand or tasting defeat. But for now, she could be weak. It was love.
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,700
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, Richard/Kahlan/Cara
Previous: Part 2
Summary: Richard's a Jedi. The Jedi are forbidden to love. But Kahlan doesn't care, as long as there's something in her life that offers her a respite from Cara.
Kahlan cut ties with Cara after that, turning their usual silence into a sharp point, never lingering in the same room with her. It was mortifying to have their relationship spelled out by Cara, spun into the most perverse interpretation, and Kahlan had to remind her that they weren't a partnership, much less a pair. (She didn't have to remind herself, of course, she knew what they were.)
She knew Richard didn't want to be disturbed, meditating on the Force at that old Jedi temple on Mankaros, but she had to see him. The hyperdrive was pushed so hard that its power shook the ship, and Cara lingered around Kahlan, eyeing her suspiciously. It was hard to tell what she was feeling under that eternally sultry countenance, but Kahlan didn't care.
She let Cara land the ship while she changed into her finest Confessor gown, the one that was still white after countless years of war, and broadcast her identity to a galaxy that feared and hunted her. When Cara saw her in it, her eyes seemed to come alive out of her statue-like stillness.
"Nice outfit," she said sardonically.
"I'd wear skintight leather, but I sweat too much."
Cara nodded to herself. "It's him, isn't it? Your Jedi friend."
Kahlan smirked at her as she adjusted her cleavage. As officious as her gown was, its cut had the side effect of displaying her bosom very effectively. With the way Cara was eyeing it, she could only imagine what Richard's reaction would be. "I'd say we're more than friends, wouldn't you?"
Cara calmly straddled a chair. "Oh, is mistress finally getting laid?"
"What do you mean, finally?"
Cara kicked against the floor so the chair turned, bringing her to face the ship's instrumentations. She powered down everything that needed to be powered down. "See if he can't take the stick out of your ass while he's down there."
She was surprised by Kahlan's voice over her shoulder. "I'd much rather he put one in."
***
Richard was overjoyed to see her, like a puppy seeing its master come home after a long vacation. He knew he should've continued with his regiment, but it took little to convince him otherwise. One hug, and when his arms tightened around her possessively, she knew he was hers. And she was his. No room for Cara.
Richard apologized for the meal he produced, seeing as he was living off the land, but he'd always been close friends with nature, and the salad he produced was delicious. Kahlan had brought a bottle of Corellian ale to go with it. As they drank, it gave their conversation on the Rebellion and their separation and his lessons a warm, cozy air, like it was all a game they were taking a break from.
Then Richard asked about Cara.
"She's… difficult," Kahlan said.
"But you control her, right?"
"Sometimes I think there's no controlling her." Kahlan reached for her glass but didn't drink it. "Her nature is so…she's pure…" Kahlan stood. Banishing the thought with a brisk shake of her head, she reached for the lace of her décolletage. "Let's not talk about her."
"Kahlan…" Richard stood when she walked toward him, backing away a little. "We can't, we agreed…"
She answered with a kiss. It only occurred to her afterward that it was exactly how Cara would handle a man, cutting straight through the mind to the body, its wants, but that wasn't her at all. (She sliced open his belt and split his fly.) She loved Richard, their relationship was based on trust and mutual respect. (For all his talk of the Jedi Code, all she had to do was wrap her hand around his cock for it to turn hard as transparisteel.)
"I love you," he said, even as she was ripping his robes away.
"Then prove it."
She shoved him back down in his chair and let him do no more than watch as she stripped, neatly folding her pristine robes away from any pollution, then removing her underthings. She watched Richard strain and fidget and curse softly under his breath, trying to keep still. When she put her hand on his cheek, the kind of sweetheart gesture they used to exchange instead of intimacy, he cooed into the contact. She moved her hand lower, over his chest and his fiercely beating heart and his filling lungs and down over his belly and around his cock again, holding it steady as she lowered herself on it, his arms snapping shut behind her back like a trap, for once feeling him all around and inside her and letting herself be overwhelmed.
"Fuck me," she said, when he said "I love you so much."
She imagined this as graceful and loving, and him on top, but she has no time for that now. Kahlan rode him hard, rocking up and down so that he could barely contain her, as she flung herself back so her long hair swept to the ground and then rose back up to him, pressing her breasts to his face and the sweet friction of his stubble and putting his hands on her ass and her tits and forcing him to squeeze.
She wanted his teeth on her skin and his fingernails in her back, wanted his cock everywhere, wanted him to torment her with pleasure instead of grace her with it like a thankful petitioner, but this is enough. It was almost masturbation, the way she was using him, but maybe that was what she needed. To dominate him.
Kahlan didn't hear Cara's approach, and it was no wonder. The Mord'Sith had long practice at being silent, even though the sight of them together made her eyes fairly scream, narrow and hungry as she watched their bodies fumble together. Richard was a blunt instrument, crude but effective, but Kahlan deserved more than that. Kahlan deserved a razor.
Cara stepped out of the shadows she'd secured herself in through the tedious dinner and the slightly less tedious foreplay. Richard saw her just as she was unzipping her armor, her breasts and belly coming into view in an elongated V. He said nothing, not wanting to spoil Kahlan's moment, but he tried shooing her away like she was a stray cat.
Cara kept on coming, her clothes falling behind her scales off a lizard. If there was any chance of Richard alerting Kahlan, Kahlan herself stopped it. As if sensing Cara, as if leeching off her ever-present sexuality, she was jamming herself against him harder and faster, making Richard think inexorably of how you built a fire with two sticks and a few sparks.
"It’s like you’re getting bigger inside of me!" Kahlan gasped. Cara just stood there, mere feet behind her, hands on her hips, her tongue working over her teeth like an oilcloth over a blade. Her features had settled into amused anticipation. Richard desperately pulled Kahlan's mouth to his to spare her the sight of Cara, their teeth clashing painfully, but Kahlan seemed to groan at the brutalism and her hips churned like she was trying to break him.
Kahlan could feel her orgasm like flesh under fabric, warm and waiting but irritatingly denied her. She wanted to come, needed to come, but the harder she rode Richard, the more elusive her climax was. And with the kiss, it was just beyond reach, the final explosion that would purge Cara from her soul…
And sensing her nearness, Cara acted with the speed of a predator, grabbing Kahlan by her extravagant hair and wrenching her head back, leaving her lips defenseless for Cara to meet in a bruising kiss, a one-two punch with Cara's fingers as the second half, reaching down and plucking Kahlan's clit between two incredible fingers…
Kahlan had thought her orgasm was before her, but it hadn't been. It'd been lightyears away and Cara had brought it screaming down on her like a hover-train. Her body burned like it'd been set on fire and her clit seemed to kick and she screamed with a lack of grace no Confessor would ever show, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She was coming, and thanks to Cara, she was coming harder than she ever had in her whole life.
Richard came too, filling Kahlan to dripping excess with his seed, but Kahlan hardly noticed. Seeing Cara here, now, was like a figure from a dream being glimpsed in the waking world.
"I came just as you requested, mistress," Cara said, savoring her obedient-slave shtick. "And I see you've come as well, just as I requested."
Kahlan stared at her, furious, and still trying to catch her breath.
"You asked for her to be here?" Richard said, eyes darting from Kahlan to Cara, unable to take in their faces and not their bodies.
Kahlan petted his face fondly to put him at ease. She didn't look at Cara once. "It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess when you're as big a whore as her, you can't help waiting. And she begged for it so much… I had to take pity on her. You don't mind, do you?"
Cara didn't react to Kahlan's jibes at all. Her smile was almost deferential, but her eyes sparkled as she ran her fingers between their bodies, taking some sweat from Richard's chest and sucking it off her fingertips. "I only wish to please you, my lord, my lady. Use me as you would see fit. Give vent to the desires you would never dirty each other with."
"Well… I mean, I…" Richard looked from Cara to Kahlan more frantically, as if he could squint hard enough and see the ripples of power and control between them. "What do you want me to do with her?"
Kahlan's fingers ran affectionately through his hair. "Did you know that Cara has never had anal sex? Imagine it. A slut like her, still a little bit of a virgin. Why don't we fix that?" She finally looked at Cara, catching an apprehension and a relish of that apprehension in Cara's eyes. "It can be a night of firsts." She stood, not touching Cara, but her eyes boring through her as hard as a slap. "And you can lick his cum off me. Would you like that, Cara? To taste our love for each other?"
"I already know your taste, Kahlan. But I would love to learn Richard's." She leaned into Kahlan's space, smiling to show the overwhelming white of her teeth. All that was missing was a growl. "Perhaps we can share his flavor after. I know how fond you are of being kissed. Such a hopeless romantic…"
Richard was still confused by their interplay, but his eyes locked on Kahlan's swaying hips as she walked to a divan. She splayed herself on it, on her back, and raised her left leg to rest on the back, exposing herself like she expected a painting to be done of her. Even though Cara's eyes were predictably drawn to the red flame of her groin, the rest of her pale skin was even more appetizing. Richard had fucked her, yet she was still unmarked, still waiting to be claimed. Cara took Richard by his manhood (he gasped like it was actually sexual) and led him to Kahlan.
"You can kiss me anywhere you want," Kahlan taunted. Cara craned her head and bestowed a kiss on Kahlan's left calf. Kahlan shut her eyes – either she had an erogenous zone there or Cara had just created one.
Cara's lips broke from Kahlan's skin in a gasp. Richard had just touched her, wet fingers penetrating, opening her anus. She revised her opinion of him; the boy had some skill, and enough courtesy to lubricate her beforehand. She gave Kahlan a smoky-eyed smile to show just how much she appreciated the loan of her Jedi.
Kahlan huffed, both fighting her own desire and giving into it as Cara bent herself over the arm of the divan, giving Kahlan a closer look at her cleavage as she applied her lips to Kahlan's right thigh, another wellspring of pleasure. She stopped to moan audibly and meet Kahlan's eyes. "Another finger," Cara said.
Kahlan grabbed her by the hair and forced her face into her cunt, just so she didn't have to see her smile. Behind her, Richard was appreciating the spectacle, no doubt thinking it was for her benefit. Kahlan snarled "Fuck her. Not with her fingers, with your cock. Fuck her goddamn ass in."
Kahlan's dirty, forceful manner sent a rush of blood to Richard's groin. It was so unlike her to be this confident when it came to sex, and as unnerving as the change could be, he had to admit it worked for him. With one hand on Cara's hip to steady her and one hand on the base of his cock (he was tempted to just step back and watch, jerk off, and put his cum all over Kahlan so he could enjoy Cara's promise to lick it up), he positioned himself at Cara's anus and pushed gently.
Cara growled into Kahlan's pussy and Kahlan gasped in short, torrid puffs of ecstasy, eyes roving from Kahlan's tongue in her cunt to Richard's dick in the woman's ass, starting to disappear. She looked back down to servile, obedient Cara and almost laughed. "Eat it," she hissed violently. "Eat all of my goddamn cunt. You wanted it, there it is, now fucking lap up every inch of it like a dog."
Cara moaned louder, although Kahlan didn't know if it was from her taste or from the pressure Richard was starting to exert, his cock dragging into her ass. Both of Kahlan's hands were fisted in Cara's hair and she almost could've ripped it out by the root, but instead she forced Cara's face up and down against her rutting groin, fucking her mouth as Richard did the same to her ass.
"Harder, Richard!" she ordered, forcing her attention to him, her true love, and not this unwanted adulterer in her life and thoughts. "She can take it! She wants it! Fuck her!"
Richard obeyed instinctively, putting his weight on Cara, digging his cock into her as his hands slipped under her to cup her breasts, kneading and massaging—"Fuck her, Richard, don't make love!"—and squeezing and groping as he pulled out and dove back in, withdrew and thrust, the first exotic exploration now becoming hard, relentless, mechanical.
"You like that?" Kahlan demanded of Cara, reaching down to slap her face, feeling the vibrations reverberating into her pussy. "You like it? You like tasting Richard inside me? That's him, Cara, that's what you're tasting! Do you like it?"
It went on like that for what seemed like years, Kahlan feeling more like an interrogator than a lover, feeling an undeniable euphoria as she watched Cara's debasement, felt her tongue deep inside. Her body spasmed with abandon, as if the sighs and moans she loosed were forcing their way out of her body. When she began to pull Cara's hair out in her rapture, she dug her fingers into the divan and felt the wood she touched creak and the cushion she clawed tear.
The same pleasure electrifying Kahlan was rippling through Richard and Cara as well. Richard grunted as he fucked Cara like he wanted to send her through the divan, his breath hitting the back of her neck like a racehorse's exhale. Cara twisted under him and over Kahlan, lost in the pleasure and emotion the coupling conjured up. She could think of nothing, react to nothing, find no way to turn the situation to her advantage even if her mind weren't consumed with Kahlan, controlled by her down to the last shuddering nerve. When Richard's molten ejaculation hit her, she screamed into Kahlan's sex and bit down on her thigh and came, came, came.
When Kahlan orgasmed, her hands flew back to Cara, nails digging into her scalp, blood bubbling under Kahlan's fingers to stain Cara's golden hair red. "Like that? Like that? Like that?" she asked, demanded, begged, as she forced her throbbing pussy into Cara's face over and over again.
They thrashed and twisted and strained until they were drained, Richard's last few orgasmic thrusts making his own cum overflow from Cara and smear on his belly and Kahlan's thighs. He pulled out, rasping "Oh fuck" with each few inches of cock that Cara released.
Kahlan was still replaying the uniquely brutal, sensual, and loving feel of Cara's tongue-lips-teeth on her sex while she could look up and see Richard thrusting into Cara. It was all a muddle of old hates and new emotions, and all she could be sure of was how good it felt.
And Cara gave Kahlan one last nip and then looked up at her, her mouth dripping with her juices. "You like it," she said in long-overdue reply.
Kahlan looked up at the ceiling and waited for her heartbeat to return to normal.
It was Richard who kissed them both, awkwardly and a bit gentlemanly, and Kahlan thought it was more loving than either of them could be with each other.
***
They left a few days after that. Kahlan lingered awhile, and performed enthusiastically when Richard made love to her, but it was never something she started. She worried constantly that she was like Cara, using sex to poke and prod Richard's sense of self. And she worried how much she thought of Cara—the weird way Cara pushed her, supported her. It wasn't that Cara's presence comforted her, but it strengthened her to the point where she didn't need comfort.
And a part of her relished the competition, the constant challenge Cara posed. Someone who was an equal, who could neither be pushed around or deferred to—it was almost like having a friend.
The night they left, Kahlan laid in her bed and knew sleep was far away. She listened to the sounds of the hyperdrive engine, quiet and constant. Then, over it, she heard the door open and Cara enter. She wasn't naked and she wasn't armored—she wore one of the sleeping gowns from the wardrobe Kahlan had provided her, one of the many items she had instantly disdained. Now, it suited her.
Kahlan looked at her, and Cara must've seen an acknowledgment in her eyes, because she crept into bed with her. It wasn't sexual. Cara stayed on her side and stared at Kahlan, emotions playing over her face like water dripping on a faucet. Finally, one settled. It was soft and a little broken, but Kahlan recognized it.
"I lied," Cara said.
Kahlan tried not to be cruel. "About?" she asked calmly.
"When I said I joined up with you because you were like me. Ruthless. I chose you because you're not like me. You're beautiful and resilient and pure. I thought I was like you once. I believed in the Empire just like you believe in the Rebellion. But when I saw the corruption, the oppression, the cruelty… it became about power. And then there you were. Fighting against all odds, because of beliefs. It reminded me how much I missed being you."
Cara's hand slid across the sheets. Kahlan heard every wrinkle it smoothed. Then it was curled in her hair, rubbing a lock between thumb and forefinger.
"I wanted to be on the winning side, that's true, but I wanted to know you better. And if that meant being your slave, your whore…"
"Cara," Kahlan interrupted. "I should never have asked those things of you."
"I enjoyed them. You know I enjoyed them. I'm never going to be someone who's ashamed of what I did. And you're never going to be someone who doesn't enjoy asking those things of me, thinking of them being done to me." Cara shuffled, and maybe ended up closer and maybe was further away. Her voice sounded quieter. "Watching. Listening. I know it's not conventional, but you enjoy it just as much as I do."
"That doesn't make it okay."
"Fucking a Jedi is okay?" Cara looked away, like she regretted bringing up Richard. Kahlan knew the feeling. "I've taken many pleasures throughout the universe. There are few that bring me… the joy that you do. That's as 'okay' as I know."
Kahlan wheeled on her, up on both hands like an animal about to pounce. "And what if I said that wasn't good enough? What if I wanted you all to myself, no more Sithspit about voyeurism and mind-control, but just you and I?"
Cara's smile was only a little sullen. "You know how flexible I am. I can be your whore or your lover. Just so long as I'm yours."
Kahlan rolled on top of Cara. The savory feel of her gown was almost nothing compared to the hot flesh. Cara's blood was racing, Kahlan could practically taste it. "If you're mine… then say it."
Cara turned her head away from Kahlan's piercing glare, baring her throat. "I love you."
Kahlan kissed her jugular with a mouth that could just as soon rip it out. Cara's eyes shut and she breathed out.
"Beg for it," Kahlan said, putting the same violent, soft kiss to Cara's ear.
"Please," Cara groaned out.
Another kiss, this time on Cara's temple, and this was the worst punishment Kahlan could bestow, these little embers of kisses that Cara would kill for, given one at a time like that was anywhere near enough. "Please what?"
Cara's voice was breaking with the rest of her. "Please fuck me!"
"With?" Kahlan insisted.
"Anything. Everything. Fuck my cunt or my ass or my mouth. Fuck me until I come." She opened her eyes and met Kahlan, something both submissive and defiant passing between them. "Use me. I'm here."
Kahlan got a good grip on Cara's gown before she gave in and ripped it apart.
Cara dropped her head against the pillow and let Kahlan have her. Later, they could resume the dance. Testing boundaries, bending rules, gaining the upper hand or tasting defeat. But for now, she could be weak. It was love.
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Date: 2011-04-25 08:09 pm (UTC)This was awesome.
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Date: 2011-04-26 12:02 am (UTC)Hah, Cara's very own little superpower.
I love the consistent power struggle you wrote through this, and how Cara brought out such a feral need to dominate in Kahlan -- without confession. Super awesome and also hot!
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Date: 2011-04-27 12:47 am (UTC)THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, OMG. I freaking love that so hard. *smishes it*
And the whole thing was brilliant, too.
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Date: 2011-04-27 05:43 am (UTC)