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seriousficTitle: Powerful magic (in my pants)
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,780
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, Kahlan/Dahlia, Kahlan/Triana
Next: Part 2
Summary: With the usual efficiency of Zedd's spells being what it is, it's a wonder Cara hasn't had to deal with a magical cock on Kahlan before.
"What did you do?" Cara demanded. Zedd and Richard both had that look, Richard preparing himself to be weathered by her sarcasm, Zedd already presumptuously dismissing it.
And Kahlan just stood between them, trying to be serene, but clearly bothered. Even the sight of her red dress, the color and cut of the Lady Rahl, couldn't divert Cara from her distress.
"It was a simple magical spell, an easy task for a wizard of my talents!" Zedd started. Presumptuously.
"Zedd," Richard said, with barely enough reproach for Cara's taste.
"It was meant to allow Kahlan to control her Confessor's gift without such… inner struggle. If it had worked as it was meant to, there would be nothing keeping her and Richard apart, but… oh, the damned translation must've been off by a few words. It was a translation of a translation, really, High D'Haran into Arcadian and then into…"
Cara was glaring, very unimpressed, from Richard to Zedd to Kahlan, and when the women's eyes met, Kahlan sighed and pulled her skirt aside.
It'd been a while since Cara had seen a man naked, but she hadn't forgotten what their appendage looked like, and she knew Kahlan shouldn't have had one. Especially so much of one.
"Why, Mother Confessor…" Cara said slowly. "You've very blasé about public nudity at the moment."
"It's not mine, I don't see why I should be ashamed of it. I just want it gone."
Richard cleared his throat, trying to look away. "We thought since… Cara, since you're a Mord'Sith and able to trap magic, you might be able to…"
"I'll need to take her to the Mord'Sith temple," Cara said. "And we mustn't be disturbed."
"Will it take long?" Richard asked, clearly ruing time apart from Kahlan.
Cara smirked. "We'll see."
Richard and Kahlan hugged, as they always had to before being separated, but this time it ended with Richard jumping back.
"It… rose," he said.
"Cara, let's go!" Kahlan said loudly.
***
Despite the Mord'Sith swearing allegiance to Richard and despite Kahlan's marriage making her their informal leader, the Lady Rahl, Kahlan still felt a thrill of fear upon entering their temple. It wasn't just that each woman there had been trained to hate and fight her; historically, they were meant to be sexually servicing her husband.
She focused on Cara, who was reassuring right down to her modified uniform. "Alright, Cara, we're here. Can you get rid of this thing before I have to… go?"
"Relax, Kahlan." Cara smiled with the usual mix of predatory threat and friendship. It was all in the lips. "Zedd was right, for once, it is a simple spell. The… prior Lord Rahl used to cast it on us, so we could experiment with all the wonderful pain that could be inflicted—"
"Cara! Not when I have one, please!"
"Sorry. As I said, simple. It dispels once the lust that anchors it is banished."
"Banished?"
"Yes. The physical construct is supplied by lust energy. Once you're," Cara smirked, "sated, the spell will have nothing to feed on and will safely disparate."
"Cara. I am married to the most wonderful, attractive, thoroughly giving lover in the world and I can't have sex with him. There's… quite a lot of lust."
"Why do you think I brought you here?" Cara nodded and Dahlia stepped out of the doorway, holding a Rada'han. Kahlan gasped, but allowed it to be placed around her neck. Dahlia backed up a few steps, to watch.
"And… now?"
Cara set her jaw. "What do you think?" She grabbed Kahlan's cock.
"Oh!" The cool leather was really almost exhilarating, wrapped around warm flesh, squeezing in the most supportive, gentle, yet firm way. Kahlan felt herself swell, bringing her lust to the forefront. "Cara, I'm… I'm sure I could do that…"
"Nonsense. You wouldn't know your way halfway around a cock. And with the way you've been gagging for sex since I've met you…" Cara looked down with a smile. Kahlan was fully erect, Cara's hand speeding up and down her length. "This won't take long."
Kahlan closed her eyes and whimpered. It was so overbearing, such a test of her control, but she didn't have to control herself, the Rada'han was cold and heavy around her neck and Cara was wearing her gloves anyway and it felt so good, even better when she just gave herself over to it, the brisk hard strokes that birthed ecstasy in her groin and sent waves of it up and down her body, she breathed hard and low trying to keep it in but it made her toes curl and her hands into fists and she had to let go, let go, let
go
Kahlan felt the most unbelievable release and when her eyes opened, she saw she'd filled Cara's cupped hand with white.
"Oh, Cara, your leathers… I'm so sorry…"
"Think nothing of it." Cara raised her hand to her mouth and drank, sending a fresh shiver through Kahlan without even touching her. "Leather is very easy to clean." Her tongue shone pink as she licked up her forefinger. "And I have lots of help."
Dahlia took her cue and walked before Cara, standing with the glove between them and adding her tongue to Cara's. Cara rubbed her hand over Dahlia's face, then licked her cheek clean. Kahlan felt a tiny gulp of a spurt and then fluid dripping down her phallus, down to her thigh.
"Oh my," Dahlia said, looking down. While Cara looked, Dahlia sucked on her fingers.
"I suppose it's going to take more than a single hand to relieve all the lust you've been carrying with you," Cara said, looking down her nose to hide the gleam in her eye. Suddenly, she'd thought of a very pleasant task for Dahila.
"I should… I should go find Richard," Kahlan stammered.
"No," Cara said firmly. "Your first time with him should really only have one cock involved. But this could be turned to our advantage."
"Advantage? Cara, look at me! It's practically made of stone!"
Dahlia moaned around Cara's thumb before it popped out of her mouth. Cara's glove was spic and span.
"You could learn how to please Richard, as no woman ever had," Cara offered, stepping daringly close to Kahlan, close enough for the unflagging erection to smear her leathers. Cara didn't mind. She'd have a trainee clean it later. "Learn firsthand what a man wants, enjoys, savors. You've already learned how to use your hand. Let us show you the rest. For tonight, you can be the Lord Rahl and we can be your humble servants, devoted only to your pleasure."
"Cara," Kahlan breathed, her air coming short to her lungs. The Mord'Sith had her.
"Dahlia, take off your clothes," Cara said, still staring into Kahlan's eyes. "The Lady Rahl requires your services."
***
Naked, Dahlia was a vision. Cara had always protected her, kept her like a little sister or a pet, and so Dahlia's body was free of scars, tanned and soft like she was more slave girl than Mord'Sith. She was a work of art, really, and when Cara freed her hair, she became transcendent.
"I am ready, Lady Rahl," she announced, one arm teasingly covering her breasts, a hand cupped over her groin. "My beauty is for you first and only."
Other Mord'Sith had gathered, Triana, Denna, Garen, more, but Kahlan was blind to them. Cara was right. She was the Lady Rahl, the Mother Confessor, and she wouldn't be hampered by doubts or fears. She would share this with Cara, the power, the bond, and it would make them strong.
"You're still dressed," she said, looking acidly at Cara.
Cara, as ever, smirked as she circled Kahlan. "Don't mistake me, Kahlan. You're a worthy queen for Lord Rahl. But I'm afraid I'd fall asleep having to endure your lovemaking."
Kahlan smiled, used to unmeant jibes. "Is that all?"
"The girl is also adequate," Cara sniffed, looking down at Dahlia. "Your lust will be well-spent on her. And it will provide a novel entertainment for my sisters and I."
"Watch, then." Kahlan's eyes lingered on Cara's, even as she approached Dahlia. She turned her head to observe Dahlia's exposure, hands taking Dahlia by the wrist and pulling her arms to Kahlan's body, like they were about to dance. Unlike many Mord'Sith, Dahlia's nipples were unpierced and looked as if they could be sucked on for hours. "Watch closely."
Kahlan had dreamed of Richard taking her for what seemed like an eternity—even her youthful fantasies had congealed into him, like he'd simply stepped into a slot she'd always had open for him. So, following Cara's advice, she approached Dahlia as if she were Richard, stroking her body like a musician getting a feel for an instrument, not at all vexed to be feeling soft flesh instead of scarred muscle. She could've giggled. Cara's idea was a sound one.
Dahlia moaned as Kahlan pulled her closer and closer, sampling her with so much more gentleness than Cara ever had. The others looked on in derision as Dahlia was fondled like a common lay.
Cara stepped in, rapping Dahlia soundly on the ass. "You are Mord'Sith! Don't make her do all the work! Please the Lady Rahl!"
Dahlia's eyes shot open. "Yes, mistress!" She looked into Kahlan's grinning face. "Of course, mistress."
Dahlia took hold of Kahlan slowly, like she was yielding, then she roughly pulled their bodies together. Kahlan hissed in pleasure; Richard would definitely appreciate that. The kiss was tangy in its sweetness, rough but also submissive. Kahlan didn't know how, but Dahlia managed to offer herself up just with a twist of her lips and tongue. Then Dahlia turned, holding the liplock until the last possible moment, when she presented her back to Kahlan. Staring into Cara's eyes, Dahlia backed into Kahlan, rubbing her ass against Kahlan's crotch. It felt good, warm. Luxuriant, if that was the proper word for anything a Mord'Sith did.
"Face her, Dahlia!" Cara chided. "Can you think of any reason the Lord Rahl wouldn't want his wife facing him as he made love to her?"
Dahlia turned around. "None, sister." She reached down and opened herself up for Kahlan.
Kahlan stroked herself to readiness as she inched closer. Already, the kind of deft handling that Cara had favored her with was familiar and reassuring, while Dahlia was new and a little threatening. Before she could become too anxious, she felt Cara's familiarly bold touch working the laces of her dress.
"We wouldn't want to get cum on those nice clothes." With audacity that was surprising even to Kahlan, Cara put a hand on her ass and urged her hard in Dahlia's direction. Cock-first, in fact. "In most respects, a phallus is inferior to many of the toys Mord'Sith have invented to pass the time. But there is a clear advantage to it. Fingers and tongues were meant for subtle, skilled work. A cock is a blunt instrument. While others must take time to pick the lock, a man may simply batter down the gates…" Inexorably, Kahlan saw, felt, the head of her cock mesh with Dahlia's offered womanhood. The Mord'Sith pumped her hips to take Kahlan in. "And take what pleasure he wants. Driving it into his partner, like a sword or an arrow. There's still a place for artistry and verve, but there must also be brute strength." Kahlan had entered Dahlia and she hung there, seemingly suspended in the warm amber of her pleasure.
Dahlia had lifted her knee to better accommodate Kahlan's cock. The spell had made it much larger than Darken Rahl's; Dahlia's only comparison was the strap-ons Cara had used on her, and the large ones at that. She started to lower her leg, but Cara, standing behind Kahlan, gripped Dahlia's thigh and held it up. Wordlessly communicating with her, Dahlia wrapped her leg around Kahlan's waist.
Kahlan groaned as Dahlia's tightening leg forced her deeper inside. Dahlia, with the affection Cara had expected of her, kissed Kahlan's cheek, closing on her lips only to take one between her teeth and bite it with whimpering slowness.
"Do you see how Dahlia cradles you?" Cara whispered conspiratorially in Kahlan's ear. "She bends but doesn't break. If you resist, a man will be frustrated, but if you yield, he won't prize your worth."
"Richard will always value me."
"But he must value your cunt. Fuck her harder. See how she takes it. I assure you, Richard won't be as gentle as two lambs making love."
Pulling her head back, Kahlan looked into Dahlia's eyes and thrust hard within her. Dahlia moaned as if in pain (which for a Mord'Sith was a good sign) and then grinned, both at Kahlan and Cara.
"Don't let up, little lamb," Cara hissed. "Feel Dahlia's foot digging into your back, demanding more. You'll do the same when Richard ravishes you."
Kahlan pulled back and pushed in, over and over again. Dahlia's body was perfectly receptive, every little motion and sigh pulling Kahlan into a rhythm. Then Dahlia leapt up and clasped both legs around Kahlan, leaving the Confessor supporting all her weight. Gravity pulled Kahlan in deeper than she had ever gone; the feeling was immense, coursing through her body so she barely noticed Dahlia's head tilted back, her lips dry as she cried out. To think, a woman could enjoy being impaled like that…
Dahlia was light, thankfully, without her leathers she was slender and nearly petite. Kahlan carried her to the nearest pillar and pressed her against it, groaning as Dahlia's cunt slipped over her cock. She could hold Dahlia up, she could bounce her up and down like a ball—thrust into her like Cara had said, like arrows into flesh.
"How do you like it?" Cara asked, leaning against the pillar.
Kahlan gasped, "I can't believe I've deprived Richard of this… all this time!"
Cara rolled her eyes. "And you, Dahlia? Is the Mother Confessor as cold and passionless as we were always taught?"
"Not passionless!" Dahlia moaned and stammered. Cara always appreciated that about her, that she could be so vocal where other Mord'Sith always had to be in control. "I can feel all the times she wanted to, but couldn't! I can feel them inside me!"
"Yes," Cara drawled, running a hand through Dahlia's unbound hair. It was damp with sweat. "Where it belongs."
"Harder, Cara," Dahlia begged, turning to Cara, turning her face up to wordlessly beg for a kiss. "Make her go harder."
Cara circled the pillar, leaving Dahlia to close her eyes and rest her head against the cold marble. Then she licked the sweat from the nape of Dahlia's neck. "You're holding back, Kahlan. Afraid of hurting her. Afraid of being hurt, when it's your turn to be fucked. Don't be. Pain is just pleasure you're not ready for. Fuck her. Fuck her hard. I assure you, I've done worse to her."
Kahlan wasn't sure she could go any harder. She was buried in Dahlia, ramming her against the pillar so hard that she worried Dahlia's back would end up one big bruise, the sound of flesh smacking against stone filling the room. And she was so close, so much pressure compressed in her groin that she felt sure she would come before she could really hurt Dahlia. It felt so good…
"Have I taught you nothing, Confessor?" Cara hissed in Kahlan's ear. "Your love of justice and virtue may keep you going on quests, but in the bedroom, pain is the great motivator."
Cara's Agiel hissed in tune with its master as she unholstered it. Before Kahlan could ask what she was thinking, Cara jabbed her buttocks with it. Kahlan screamed and, like a horse being whipped, drove herself faster into Dahlia.
"Oh fuck!" Dahlia cried, prompting Cara to run a fond hand down her face. And jab Kahlan's other cheek.
Kahlan would've protested, but the feel of Dahlia's cunt actually sucking at her cock as she pistoned into it was impossibly good. Dahlia threw her head and arms back, wrapping her hands around the pillar, driving her cunt out into Kahlan's thrusting. Kahlan felt the pressure tighten and tighten, until it was an impossibly tiny ball deep in her loins. And Cara released it, pressing her Agiel to Kahlan's perineum so the overwhelming sensation blasted both her asshole and cunt, sending her, screaming, all the way to the hilt inside Dahlia and… it was like something inside her was pushing, pushing its way out through this strange new appendage, encountering a spongy resistance as it pumped into Dahlia and then… out.
Kahlan lost her footing and Cara caught her, separating her from Dahlia and holding them in either hand. "Pain can sweeten pleasure. When Richard holds back because he's afraid of hurting such a pure, innocent flower… slap his face, scratch his flesh, squeeze him inside you like you're taming a wild animal. If you're good, he'll become one."
"It's still there." Kahlan pulled back, slipping out of Dahlia with an audible sigh from the Mord'Sith. "Guess I still have some lust to get through."
Cara quirked an eyebrow. "It's a good thing we're resolving this before letting you loose on Richard. You'd tear him apart."
"You've made an error, Lady Rahl." Triana stepped forward. She'd already divested herself of her leathers. Cara took one look at her perfect skin and wanted to mark it up, fingernails and Agiels. "Cara is a formidable Mord'Sith," she continued, voice thick with irony, "but when it comes to the most personal of services, she's sadly lacking. Let me show you how a true Mord'Sith serves."
Cara crossed her arms. "Yes, Triana, why don't you show us?"
Triana lifted her leg and placed her foot between Kahlan's breasts, pushing her to the ground with a bare minimum of respect, and all the while staring into Cara's eyes. She stood over Kahlan, a foot on either side of her, and ran a hand from haunch to hair, drawing attention to her beautifully rounded cheeks. Then she began to sway it back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm, like she was dancing to music only she could hear. Triana thrust out her hips too, jutting her crotch at Cara, letting her see how wet she was. And she lowered herself, down to Kahlan, who panted in excitement.
Cara could've rolled her eyes. She'd always suspected that beneath Kahlan's strong exterior, she could appreciate being told precisely what to do.
Triana fell to one knee, now taking Kahlan's cock in her hand and aiming it at her pussy. But she didn't put in it. Staring deep into Cara, she ran her hand over it, all the way down to Kahlan's erect clit. Kahlan shuddered and quaked, biting her lip to keep from crying out already. Cara took a step forward, then held herself still as Triana rubbed the cock against her thigh, painting herself with warm, sticky precum. Then she knelt all the way down and did her other leg, like a barbarian bloodying himself for battle.
"Do it, Triana," Cara ordered.
Triana took her own sweet time in raising herself up, angling the cock up against her cunt, and then sitting down on it. She sighed exaggeratedly with every inch she took. "Oh, Cara… such lust in your friend! How can anyone traveling with you have so much lust? Maybe you're not as big a whore as I thought."
"Fuck her and get it over with."
"I am. Can't you see?" Triana didn't bounce along on cock like a common whore, she undulated her hips and belly, dancing over Kahlan's body as her cunt exquisitely milked her. "I can take her all in. I can make her feel so good. Doesn't that feel good, Kahlan?"
Kahlan's head was back, eyes closed, dead to the world. She didn't even have anything to do with her hands, simply kneading them into fists as Triana rode her.
Triana flung her head about, whorishly displaying her enjoyment, no control, her braid slapping at the damp sweat of her body. "She feels so good inside. No one can serve her like I can, make her come like I can." Triana grinded down hard on Kahlan, making the Confessor groan. Her hands roamed her own body, up over her jiggling breasts, fingers at her lips to remind Cara of all the things that mouth had done to her, then down, over her oscillating belly to her groin, where Kahlan was buried. She pawed between her legs like she could feel the cock through her skin and flesh. "You'll see, Cara. She'll hold me closer than you, just as Darken Rahl did. I'll be on top once more, and then…" Triana shuddered as if in orgasm. "Then you can lick her come out of me."
Cara stepped forward and slapped Triana so hard she was jerked off Kahlan's cock. Kahlan snapped awake as if from her dream, raising her hands to the space Triana had occupied. Cara took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She looked down at Triana, now clutching her groin like she was trying to force her climax back inside.
"This will be your only reward," Cara growled, taking hold of Kahlan's manhood, aiming it at Triana, and setting it off with a few swift strokes. The first rope of come hit Triana's lips, shutting her up. Incensed, but still aroused, she closed her eyes as more spunk washed over her, Kahlan painting her from throat to belly until finally her cock stopped twitching. Cara rolled her hand over it before letting go, bringing it to her lips for a dainty lick. "Interesting flavor. Very feminine, somehow." Triana had wiped her eyes off and was now looking down at her jism-covered breasts. "Clean it off. Yourself. Every drop. After all, we wouldn't think of wasting the Lady Rahl's come on a mere slave girl, would we?"
"No."
"No what?"
"No mistress."
"Very good. And don't wash off. I'll be by later to see how good a job you've done. I want to smell her on you like perfume."
Denna, usually content to lurk behind her sisters and watch events unfold, pushed her way to the forefront for a better look at Kahlan's swollen, dripping phallus. "I think it's even bigger."
Cara scowled at her. "What do you care?"
"I'm next."
"No," Cara said, a little too firmly. "We should let her rest."
"The Mother Confessor doesn't need rest," Denna chided, stepping past Cara. "She needs to get off. Richard could get her off… and I know Richard oh so very well."
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,780
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, Kahlan/Dahlia, Kahlan/Triana
Next: Part 2
Summary: With the usual efficiency of Zedd's spells being what it is, it's a wonder Cara hasn't had to deal with a magical cock on Kahlan before.
"What did you do?" Cara demanded. Zedd and Richard both had that look, Richard preparing himself to be weathered by her sarcasm, Zedd already presumptuously dismissing it.
And Kahlan just stood between them, trying to be serene, but clearly bothered. Even the sight of her red dress, the color and cut of the Lady Rahl, couldn't divert Cara from her distress.
"It was a simple magical spell, an easy task for a wizard of my talents!" Zedd started. Presumptuously.
"Zedd," Richard said, with barely enough reproach for Cara's taste.
"It was meant to allow Kahlan to control her Confessor's gift without such… inner struggle. If it had worked as it was meant to, there would be nothing keeping her and Richard apart, but… oh, the damned translation must've been off by a few words. It was a translation of a translation, really, High D'Haran into Arcadian and then into…"
Cara was glaring, very unimpressed, from Richard to Zedd to Kahlan, and when the women's eyes met, Kahlan sighed and pulled her skirt aside.
It'd been a while since Cara had seen a man naked, but she hadn't forgotten what their appendage looked like, and she knew Kahlan shouldn't have had one. Especially so much of one.
"Why, Mother Confessor…" Cara said slowly. "You've very blasé about public nudity at the moment."
"It's not mine, I don't see why I should be ashamed of it. I just want it gone."
Richard cleared his throat, trying to look away. "We thought since… Cara, since you're a Mord'Sith and able to trap magic, you might be able to…"
"I'll need to take her to the Mord'Sith temple," Cara said. "And we mustn't be disturbed."
"Will it take long?" Richard asked, clearly ruing time apart from Kahlan.
Cara smirked. "We'll see."
Richard and Kahlan hugged, as they always had to before being separated, but this time it ended with Richard jumping back.
"It… rose," he said.
"Cara, let's go!" Kahlan said loudly.
***
Despite the Mord'Sith swearing allegiance to Richard and despite Kahlan's marriage making her their informal leader, the Lady Rahl, Kahlan still felt a thrill of fear upon entering their temple. It wasn't just that each woman there had been trained to hate and fight her; historically, they were meant to be sexually servicing her husband.
She focused on Cara, who was reassuring right down to her modified uniform. "Alright, Cara, we're here. Can you get rid of this thing before I have to… go?"
"Relax, Kahlan." Cara smiled with the usual mix of predatory threat and friendship. It was all in the lips. "Zedd was right, for once, it is a simple spell. The… prior Lord Rahl used to cast it on us, so we could experiment with all the wonderful pain that could be inflicted—"
"Cara! Not when I have one, please!"
"Sorry. As I said, simple. It dispels once the lust that anchors it is banished."
"Banished?"
"Yes. The physical construct is supplied by lust energy. Once you're," Cara smirked, "sated, the spell will have nothing to feed on and will safely disparate."
"Cara. I am married to the most wonderful, attractive, thoroughly giving lover in the world and I can't have sex with him. There's… quite a lot of lust."
"Why do you think I brought you here?" Cara nodded and Dahlia stepped out of the doorway, holding a Rada'han. Kahlan gasped, but allowed it to be placed around her neck. Dahlia backed up a few steps, to watch.
"And… now?"
Cara set her jaw. "What do you think?" She grabbed Kahlan's cock.
"Oh!" The cool leather was really almost exhilarating, wrapped around warm flesh, squeezing in the most supportive, gentle, yet firm way. Kahlan felt herself swell, bringing her lust to the forefront. "Cara, I'm… I'm sure I could do that…"
"Nonsense. You wouldn't know your way halfway around a cock. And with the way you've been gagging for sex since I've met you…" Cara looked down with a smile. Kahlan was fully erect, Cara's hand speeding up and down her length. "This won't take long."
Kahlan closed her eyes and whimpered. It was so overbearing, such a test of her control, but she didn't have to control herself, the Rada'han was cold and heavy around her neck and Cara was wearing her gloves anyway and it felt so good, even better when she just gave herself over to it, the brisk hard strokes that birthed ecstasy in her groin and sent waves of it up and down her body, she breathed hard and low trying to keep it in but it made her toes curl and her hands into fists and she had to let go, let go, let
go
Kahlan felt the most unbelievable release and when her eyes opened, she saw she'd filled Cara's cupped hand with white.
"Oh, Cara, your leathers… I'm so sorry…"
"Think nothing of it." Cara raised her hand to her mouth and drank, sending a fresh shiver through Kahlan without even touching her. "Leather is very easy to clean." Her tongue shone pink as she licked up her forefinger. "And I have lots of help."
Dahlia took her cue and walked before Cara, standing with the glove between them and adding her tongue to Cara's. Cara rubbed her hand over Dahlia's face, then licked her cheek clean. Kahlan felt a tiny gulp of a spurt and then fluid dripping down her phallus, down to her thigh.
"Oh my," Dahlia said, looking down. While Cara looked, Dahlia sucked on her fingers.
"I suppose it's going to take more than a single hand to relieve all the lust you've been carrying with you," Cara said, looking down her nose to hide the gleam in her eye. Suddenly, she'd thought of a very pleasant task for Dahila.
"I should… I should go find Richard," Kahlan stammered.
"No," Cara said firmly. "Your first time with him should really only have one cock involved. But this could be turned to our advantage."
"Advantage? Cara, look at me! It's practically made of stone!"
Dahlia moaned around Cara's thumb before it popped out of her mouth. Cara's glove was spic and span.
"You could learn how to please Richard, as no woman ever had," Cara offered, stepping daringly close to Kahlan, close enough for the unflagging erection to smear her leathers. Cara didn't mind. She'd have a trainee clean it later. "Learn firsthand what a man wants, enjoys, savors. You've already learned how to use your hand. Let us show you the rest. For tonight, you can be the Lord Rahl and we can be your humble servants, devoted only to your pleasure."
"Cara," Kahlan breathed, her air coming short to her lungs. The Mord'Sith had her.
"Dahlia, take off your clothes," Cara said, still staring into Kahlan's eyes. "The Lady Rahl requires your services."
***
Naked, Dahlia was a vision. Cara had always protected her, kept her like a little sister or a pet, and so Dahlia's body was free of scars, tanned and soft like she was more slave girl than Mord'Sith. She was a work of art, really, and when Cara freed her hair, she became transcendent.
"I am ready, Lady Rahl," she announced, one arm teasingly covering her breasts, a hand cupped over her groin. "My beauty is for you first and only."
Other Mord'Sith had gathered, Triana, Denna, Garen, more, but Kahlan was blind to them. Cara was right. She was the Lady Rahl, the Mother Confessor, and she wouldn't be hampered by doubts or fears. She would share this with Cara, the power, the bond, and it would make them strong.
"You're still dressed," she said, looking acidly at Cara.
Cara, as ever, smirked as she circled Kahlan. "Don't mistake me, Kahlan. You're a worthy queen for Lord Rahl. But I'm afraid I'd fall asleep having to endure your lovemaking."
Kahlan smiled, used to unmeant jibes. "Is that all?"
"The girl is also adequate," Cara sniffed, looking down at Dahlia. "Your lust will be well-spent on her. And it will provide a novel entertainment for my sisters and I."
"Watch, then." Kahlan's eyes lingered on Cara's, even as she approached Dahlia. She turned her head to observe Dahlia's exposure, hands taking Dahlia by the wrist and pulling her arms to Kahlan's body, like they were about to dance. Unlike many Mord'Sith, Dahlia's nipples were unpierced and looked as if they could be sucked on for hours. "Watch closely."
Kahlan had dreamed of Richard taking her for what seemed like an eternity—even her youthful fantasies had congealed into him, like he'd simply stepped into a slot she'd always had open for him. So, following Cara's advice, she approached Dahlia as if she were Richard, stroking her body like a musician getting a feel for an instrument, not at all vexed to be feeling soft flesh instead of scarred muscle. She could've giggled. Cara's idea was a sound one.
Dahlia moaned as Kahlan pulled her closer and closer, sampling her with so much more gentleness than Cara ever had. The others looked on in derision as Dahlia was fondled like a common lay.
Cara stepped in, rapping Dahlia soundly on the ass. "You are Mord'Sith! Don't make her do all the work! Please the Lady Rahl!"
Dahlia's eyes shot open. "Yes, mistress!" She looked into Kahlan's grinning face. "Of course, mistress."
Dahlia took hold of Kahlan slowly, like she was yielding, then she roughly pulled their bodies together. Kahlan hissed in pleasure; Richard would definitely appreciate that. The kiss was tangy in its sweetness, rough but also submissive. Kahlan didn't know how, but Dahlia managed to offer herself up just with a twist of her lips and tongue. Then Dahlia turned, holding the liplock until the last possible moment, when she presented her back to Kahlan. Staring into Cara's eyes, Dahlia backed into Kahlan, rubbing her ass against Kahlan's crotch. It felt good, warm. Luxuriant, if that was the proper word for anything a Mord'Sith did.
"Face her, Dahlia!" Cara chided. "Can you think of any reason the Lord Rahl wouldn't want his wife facing him as he made love to her?"
Dahlia turned around. "None, sister." She reached down and opened herself up for Kahlan.
Kahlan stroked herself to readiness as she inched closer. Already, the kind of deft handling that Cara had favored her with was familiar and reassuring, while Dahlia was new and a little threatening. Before she could become too anxious, she felt Cara's familiarly bold touch working the laces of her dress.
"We wouldn't want to get cum on those nice clothes." With audacity that was surprising even to Kahlan, Cara put a hand on her ass and urged her hard in Dahlia's direction. Cock-first, in fact. "In most respects, a phallus is inferior to many of the toys Mord'Sith have invented to pass the time. But there is a clear advantage to it. Fingers and tongues were meant for subtle, skilled work. A cock is a blunt instrument. While others must take time to pick the lock, a man may simply batter down the gates…" Inexorably, Kahlan saw, felt, the head of her cock mesh with Dahlia's offered womanhood. The Mord'Sith pumped her hips to take Kahlan in. "And take what pleasure he wants. Driving it into his partner, like a sword or an arrow. There's still a place for artistry and verve, but there must also be brute strength." Kahlan had entered Dahlia and she hung there, seemingly suspended in the warm amber of her pleasure.
Dahlia had lifted her knee to better accommodate Kahlan's cock. The spell had made it much larger than Darken Rahl's; Dahlia's only comparison was the strap-ons Cara had used on her, and the large ones at that. She started to lower her leg, but Cara, standing behind Kahlan, gripped Dahlia's thigh and held it up. Wordlessly communicating with her, Dahlia wrapped her leg around Kahlan's waist.
Kahlan groaned as Dahlia's tightening leg forced her deeper inside. Dahlia, with the affection Cara had expected of her, kissed Kahlan's cheek, closing on her lips only to take one between her teeth and bite it with whimpering slowness.
"Do you see how Dahlia cradles you?" Cara whispered conspiratorially in Kahlan's ear. "She bends but doesn't break. If you resist, a man will be frustrated, but if you yield, he won't prize your worth."
"Richard will always value me."
"But he must value your cunt. Fuck her harder. See how she takes it. I assure you, Richard won't be as gentle as two lambs making love."
Pulling her head back, Kahlan looked into Dahlia's eyes and thrust hard within her. Dahlia moaned as if in pain (which for a Mord'Sith was a good sign) and then grinned, both at Kahlan and Cara.
"Don't let up, little lamb," Cara hissed. "Feel Dahlia's foot digging into your back, demanding more. You'll do the same when Richard ravishes you."
Kahlan pulled back and pushed in, over and over again. Dahlia's body was perfectly receptive, every little motion and sigh pulling Kahlan into a rhythm. Then Dahlia leapt up and clasped both legs around Kahlan, leaving the Confessor supporting all her weight. Gravity pulled Kahlan in deeper than she had ever gone; the feeling was immense, coursing through her body so she barely noticed Dahlia's head tilted back, her lips dry as she cried out. To think, a woman could enjoy being impaled like that…
Dahlia was light, thankfully, without her leathers she was slender and nearly petite. Kahlan carried her to the nearest pillar and pressed her against it, groaning as Dahlia's cunt slipped over her cock. She could hold Dahlia up, she could bounce her up and down like a ball—thrust into her like Cara had said, like arrows into flesh.
"How do you like it?" Cara asked, leaning against the pillar.
Kahlan gasped, "I can't believe I've deprived Richard of this… all this time!"
Cara rolled her eyes. "And you, Dahlia? Is the Mother Confessor as cold and passionless as we were always taught?"
"Not passionless!" Dahlia moaned and stammered. Cara always appreciated that about her, that she could be so vocal where other Mord'Sith always had to be in control. "I can feel all the times she wanted to, but couldn't! I can feel them inside me!"
"Yes," Cara drawled, running a hand through Dahlia's unbound hair. It was damp with sweat. "Where it belongs."
"Harder, Cara," Dahlia begged, turning to Cara, turning her face up to wordlessly beg for a kiss. "Make her go harder."
Cara circled the pillar, leaving Dahlia to close her eyes and rest her head against the cold marble. Then she licked the sweat from the nape of Dahlia's neck. "You're holding back, Kahlan. Afraid of hurting her. Afraid of being hurt, when it's your turn to be fucked. Don't be. Pain is just pleasure you're not ready for. Fuck her. Fuck her hard. I assure you, I've done worse to her."
Kahlan wasn't sure she could go any harder. She was buried in Dahlia, ramming her against the pillar so hard that she worried Dahlia's back would end up one big bruise, the sound of flesh smacking against stone filling the room. And she was so close, so much pressure compressed in her groin that she felt sure she would come before she could really hurt Dahlia. It felt so good…
"Have I taught you nothing, Confessor?" Cara hissed in Kahlan's ear. "Your love of justice and virtue may keep you going on quests, but in the bedroom, pain is the great motivator."
Cara's Agiel hissed in tune with its master as she unholstered it. Before Kahlan could ask what she was thinking, Cara jabbed her buttocks with it. Kahlan screamed and, like a horse being whipped, drove herself faster into Dahlia.
"Oh fuck!" Dahlia cried, prompting Cara to run a fond hand down her face. And jab Kahlan's other cheek.
Kahlan would've protested, but the feel of Dahlia's cunt actually sucking at her cock as she pistoned into it was impossibly good. Dahlia threw her head and arms back, wrapping her hands around the pillar, driving her cunt out into Kahlan's thrusting. Kahlan felt the pressure tighten and tighten, until it was an impossibly tiny ball deep in her loins. And Cara released it, pressing her Agiel to Kahlan's perineum so the overwhelming sensation blasted both her asshole and cunt, sending her, screaming, all the way to the hilt inside Dahlia and… it was like something inside her was pushing, pushing its way out through this strange new appendage, encountering a spongy resistance as it pumped into Dahlia and then… out.
Kahlan lost her footing and Cara caught her, separating her from Dahlia and holding them in either hand. "Pain can sweeten pleasure. When Richard holds back because he's afraid of hurting such a pure, innocent flower… slap his face, scratch his flesh, squeeze him inside you like you're taming a wild animal. If you're good, he'll become one."
"It's still there." Kahlan pulled back, slipping out of Dahlia with an audible sigh from the Mord'Sith. "Guess I still have some lust to get through."
Cara quirked an eyebrow. "It's a good thing we're resolving this before letting you loose on Richard. You'd tear him apart."
"You've made an error, Lady Rahl." Triana stepped forward. She'd already divested herself of her leathers. Cara took one look at her perfect skin and wanted to mark it up, fingernails and Agiels. "Cara is a formidable Mord'Sith," she continued, voice thick with irony, "but when it comes to the most personal of services, she's sadly lacking. Let me show you how a true Mord'Sith serves."
Cara crossed her arms. "Yes, Triana, why don't you show us?"
Triana lifted her leg and placed her foot between Kahlan's breasts, pushing her to the ground with a bare minimum of respect, and all the while staring into Cara's eyes. She stood over Kahlan, a foot on either side of her, and ran a hand from haunch to hair, drawing attention to her beautifully rounded cheeks. Then she began to sway it back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm, like she was dancing to music only she could hear. Triana thrust out her hips too, jutting her crotch at Cara, letting her see how wet she was. And she lowered herself, down to Kahlan, who panted in excitement.
Cara could've rolled her eyes. She'd always suspected that beneath Kahlan's strong exterior, she could appreciate being told precisely what to do.
Triana fell to one knee, now taking Kahlan's cock in her hand and aiming it at her pussy. But she didn't put in it. Staring deep into Cara, she ran her hand over it, all the way down to Kahlan's erect clit. Kahlan shuddered and quaked, biting her lip to keep from crying out already. Cara took a step forward, then held herself still as Triana rubbed the cock against her thigh, painting herself with warm, sticky precum. Then she knelt all the way down and did her other leg, like a barbarian bloodying himself for battle.
"Do it, Triana," Cara ordered.
Triana took her own sweet time in raising herself up, angling the cock up against her cunt, and then sitting down on it. She sighed exaggeratedly with every inch she took. "Oh, Cara… such lust in your friend! How can anyone traveling with you have so much lust? Maybe you're not as big a whore as I thought."
"Fuck her and get it over with."
"I am. Can't you see?" Triana didn't bounce along on cock like a common whore, she undulated her hips and belly, dancing over Kahlan's body as her cunt exquisitely milked her. "I can take her all in. I can make her feel so good. Doesn't that feel good, Kahlan?"
Kahlan's head was back, eyes closed, dead to the world. She didn't even have anything to do with her hands, simply kneading them into fists as Triana rode her.
Triana flung her head about, whorishly displaying her enjoyment, no control, her braid slapping at the damp sweat of her body. "She feels so good inside. No one can serve her like I can, make her come like I can." Triana grinded down hard on Kahlan, making the Confessor groan. Her hands roamed her own body, up over her jiggling breasts, fingers at her lips to remind Cara of all the things that mouth had done to her, then down, over her oscillating belly to her groin, where Kahlan was buried. She pawed between her legs like she could feel the cock through her skin and flesh. "You'll see, Cara. She'll hold me closer than you, just as Darken Rahl did. I'll be on top once more, and then…" Triana shuddered as if in orgasm. "Then you can lick her come out of me."
Cara stepped forward and slapped Triana so hard she was jerked off Kahlan's cock. Kahlan snapped awake as if from her dream, raising her hands to the space Triana had occupied. Cara took her hand and pulled her to her feet. She looked down at Triana, now clutching her groin like she was trying to force her climax back inside.
"This will be your only reward," Cara growled, taking hold of Kahlan's manhood, aiming it at Triana, and setting it off with a few swift strokes. The first rope of come hit Triana's lips, shutting her up. Incensed, but still aroused, she closed her eyes as more spunk washed over her, Kahlan painting her from throat to belly until finally her cock stopped twitching. Cara rolled her hand over it before letting go, bringing it to her lips for a dainty lick. "Interesting flavor. Very feminine, somehow." Triana had wiped her eyes off and was now looking down at her jism-covered breasts. "Clean it off. Yourself. Every drop. After all, we wouldn't think of wasting the Lady Rahl's come on a mere slave girl, would we?"
"No."
"No what?"
"No mistress."
"Very good. And don't wash off. I'll be by later to see how good a job you've done. I want to smell her on you like perfume."
Denna, usually content to lurk behind her sisters and watch events unfold, pushed her way to the forefront for a better look at Kahlan's swollen, dripping phallus. "I think it's even bigger."
Cara scowled at her. "What do you care?"
"I'm next."
"No," Cara said, a little too firmly. "We should let her rest."
"The Mother Confessor doesn't need rest," Denna chided, stepping past Cara. "She needs to get off. Richard could get her off… and I know Richard oh so very well."
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Date: 2011-07-23 06:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-23 09:27 pm (UTC)Hilarious: "You've very blasé about public nudity at the moment."
"It's not mine, I don't see why I should be ashamed of it.
This is very hot.
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Date: 2011-07-24 01:49 am (UTC)dear seriousfic
Date: 2011-07-24 08:03 am (UTC)I think you are one of the unsung heroes of fanfiction. You write so shamelessly and with such tastefully tasteless humour. You can turn the worst tropes of fic into gems that leave me sitting in my chair oscillating between the urges to laugh and to fap. Usually I end up doing both.
I'm sure my experience is one many of your other readers can attest to. Please never stop writing.
Love,
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Date: 2011-07-24 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-07-24 04:22 pm (UTC)ps: Denna: "I'm next." = *dies*
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Date: 2011-07-24 06:44 pm (UTC)also, best title ever!
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Date: 2011-07-27 12:15 am (UTC)Very hot!
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Date: 2011-07-28 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-30 03:03 am (UTC)I love everything that's going on here. So much.