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seriousficTitle: Powerful magic (in my pants)
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,671
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, Kahlan/Denna, Berdine/Raina
Previous: Part 1
Summary: As always, Cara just has to take matters into her own hands. Not as always, the matter is Kahlan's magic cock.
Kahlan wasn't able to resist Denna bent over a divan, the vivid pink of her cunt just visible under that marvelously smooth, toned ass. How many times had Kahlan thought of hurting her for what she'd done to Richard? But no, this was better. Making her lose her vaulted Mord'Sith control and scream like a bitch, like Kahlan's bitch—one look between her and Cara, then the plan was set with a nod.
"Don't hold back," Cara said, leaning on Denna with one hand to hold her down.
Kahlan stroked herself, thinking of how she'd found Richard, frightened and aroused, thinking of the times he'd called Denna's name in the night, sometimes in pain but not always.
"You want to play pretend, be Richard?" Denna smirked over her shoulder. "This is what he wanted. Oh, how he wanted to please me, Kahlan. The way he looked at me, full of concern at my slightest disfavor…"
Kahlan grabbed Denna by the hips and jammed herself inside as roughly as she could. In a breath, she was so deep inside Denna that the blonde might've been touched with an Agiel. Her mouth gaped open for a moment, while Cara looked on proudly (and on the floor, Dahlia snitched from Triana's mess while Cara wasn't looking). Then Denna purred in approval.
"Just as Richard would do. The Rahl blood in him demands dominance. My king would possess me, completely turn me to his will!"
Kahlan grunted to herself as she rutted away, trying to force herself even deeper into Denna before pulling out and slamming back home. Denna cooed.
"Yes! Yes! This is what Richard thought of after I broke him of his silly infatuation with you! He thought of forcing an orgasm upon me, making me his and his alone!"
"You broke nothing!" Kahlan cried, grabbing onto Denna's hair and pulling hard.
Cara released Denna, letting her up to be dragged upright and rammed against Kahlan's upper body; then Cara clasped her hand around Denna's throat, holding her in place as Kahlan fucked her.
Denna gasped and growled and hissed, but she stayed spread-eagled between Cara and Kahlan, making no effort to escape her torture. She was breathing hard when Cara pressed a thumb into her windpipe. Denna choked on air.
"Remember what you were before begging for forgiveness. A whore. Your failed attempt at a coup means nothing, makes you less than nothing. You'll take what we give you and come for us because it's still the best you've ever had."
Denna struggled to hold still, keep from gasping for air. Without breath, her body seemed like it was subsisting on the pleasure Kahlan gave her, letting it bounce around inside the empty spaces where blood should be pumping and air filling. Then Cara slapped her once, sharply, and the pain jolted her entire body.
"What do you call a whore that doesn't even get paid?" Cara demanded, slapping her again. "You're a slut, Denna, and Kahlan is a woman. Come for her. Now!"
Kahlan was panting like a horse at full gallop, her eyelids fluttering open and closed as she tried to took in the multitude of sensations she got from pistoning into Denna, rocking her forward so hard her skin turned red against Cara's hand. But Denna still resisted, wanting Kahlan to come first out of a warped sense of pride. Even when Cara slapped her breasts, twisted her nipples, she held her pleasure in.
"I am Mord'Sith!" she gasped with what air Cara allowed her.
Cara leaned in as if for a kiss, then bit down on her lower lip. A brief thought of Cara and Kahlan followed suit, lashing forward to bite down on Denna's neck. Her teeth parting to grin, Cara let go of Denna's throat and she involuntarily feasted on oxygen. Her numb body sprung to life, taking in the fading pain of her bruises and the overwhelming pleasure of Kahlan's cock and it all mixed and exploded inside her, driving a shrill cry from her lips as Cara smiled down at her and caught her by the hair when she fell faint. The pain in her scalp sent aftershocks ripping through Denna's body.
Cara let go of Denna and nudged her off the divan with her toe. "You couldn't handle the Lord Rahl. You can't even handle his woman." She looked at Kahlan, who stood there, breathing hard and fast, her cockhead a threatening shade of purple. "You didn't come."
"No. I held back." Kahlan took Cara's hands in both of hers. She was trembling as she stroked the knuckles Cara had used to knock aside so many threats. "You. I want you."
"Mother Confessor—" Cara shook her head fitfully. "Lady Rahl…"
"Kahlan," she insisted, coming forward to kiss Cara.
It wasn't dominating at all—it was soft and pliant, Kahlan utterly giving herself over to Cara. And when it was over, Cara didn't move onto the more interesting bits, the friction, the wetness, she stood there with her forehead against Kahlan's, waiting to see if she would do it again.
For long minutes they stood like that, Kahlan somehow holding her desire at bay and doing no more than gently kissing Cara as her Mord'Sith sisters stepped in, helping Cara undress without ever forcing her to break contact with Kahlan. When they stepped away, Kahlan could've whimpered at the sight of Cara's body.
"Tell me what to do, Cara," Kahlan begged. "We can… we can hold off. I can have someone else. Garen, or Berdine…"
"No. Me." Cara touched Kahlan's chest, felt her heart racing, then lowered her hand to the explosively erect cock. "Mine."
Still holding it, she turned around.
"Cara…" Kahlan pleaded.
Cara got down on all fours. "I've never had someone… like this. In here. This way, it'll be like the first time for us."
Kahlan got down on her knees behind Cara. The notion was so thrilling, so intoxicatingly wrong that she just had to reach out and touch Cara's ass. Impossibly smooth, strangely cool, soft as silk. Her fingertips became hands, groping and fondling Cara's flesh. Cara raised her ass like a bitch in heat.
"No," Kahlan said, standing. "Not like this. Against the wall."
Cara got up. She went to the nearest wall, leaning against it without ever looking back at Kahlan. It was an honor, being asked onto more equal footing, and she didn't know what she'd done to deserve it. To deserve the Lady Rahl.
Head bent, legs spread, she braced herself against the wall. The stonework was a little rough to the touch, and she wished she could push herself against it, feel its chill grate against her nipples, her cunt, her entire overheated body.
"Berdine, Raina!" She heard Kahlan bark. "Fetch the balm. Prepare Cara for me."
In seconds, the two Mord'Sith returned, both bearing jars of slick lotion. Berdine knelt before Kahlan, applying the lotion to Kahlan's cock with an artistic hand, smiling in appreciation of the glossy, slick phallus she created for Cara. While Raina slapped the lotion onto Cara's ass, then started rubbing it in, barely giving her time to get used to the damp sensation before delving into the crevice of her ass.
"You are honored above all Mord'Sith," Raina breathed in Cara's ear. "It's a privilege to serve you."
"Absolutely," Cara replied. "When we're done, I want you and your little friend to suck Kahlan dry."
"You are most sufficient to the Lady Rahl's lust, mistress."
"I'm going to fuck her until she can't stand, but she'll still want more. When that happens, finish her off."
"As you say, mistress."
Raina moved away, after slipping a lubricated hand down to cup the feverish warmth of Cara's sex for a moment. It made Cara think of rewarding her and Sister Berdine with joining Kahlan and herself—the bed Cara had chosen was certainly big enough. But it would have to be many months from then. She doubted she would grow tired of having Kahlan to herself anytime soon.
Then she felt Kahlan's presence at her back, even more so when the Confessor leaned in and kissed the top of Cara's spine. "Such beauty," Kahlan whispered, resting her cheek against Cara's back. Her hands roamed Cara's body, describing every inch of muscle, soothingly rubbing at each scar or bruise. The dichotomy of old pain and fresh affection made Cara grit her teeth with desire. Anyone else she would demand to stop teasing her and get on with it—and then reward them for their skill with orgasm or coin.
She had no idea what she could give to Kahlan that would be at all equal to what Kahlan was doing to her.
Kahlan's hands reached Cara's hips and they briefly satisfied Kahlan's curiosity as to Cara's pubic hair, and just how damp a woman could be. Then they centered on her waist, holding Cara in place. Holding herself up with one arm, Cara reached back and pulled one cheek aside.
"I'm sorry," Kahlan said. "We should've done this sooner, someplace special…"
"This is special," Cara whispered back. "Soon, my sisters will see how fortunate I am to have met you. Show them, Kahlan. Show me."
Kahlan took hold of her cock in one hand, draping the other around Cara's shoulders and throat. Cara thrilled at being in Kahlan's power; with just a little energy, Kahlan could pull her into a chokehold. She heard a wet noise as Kahlan's hand trawled the sodden length of her cock, then felt it: pure heft slapping at her sex.
"No," Cara moaned, not wanting it there, but Kahlan tightened her arm around Cara's throat, warning her to be silent. She traced her swollen cockhead just inside Cara's lips, then up to rub at her buttocks with a pulsing, throbbing heat. Cara could feel her, all her desire packed into ten inches of hardened flesh.
Kahlan shifted closer, her legs brushing against Cara's, her cock pressing firmly against Cara's asshole. Cara shuddered in violent anticipation. One push and she'd be entered, but she couldn't bring herself to back into Kahlan's embrace. Kahlan had to do it, had to be dominant, had to be the Lady Rahl.
"I love you," Cara said under her breath.
Kahlan eased a few inches inside, stopping at the first trace of resistance, then leaning in to kiss away imaginary tears from Cara's face. "What was that?"
"I said I loved your cock," Cara replied impishly.
Kahlan grinned and released her hold on Cara's throat, to the Mord'Sith's peevish disappointment. Pressing herself to Cara's back, Kahlan lowered her free hand to Cara's groin, tickling the blonde hair there for a moment before circling her finger over Cara's gates.
"And do you love my fingers?" Kahlan asked, pushing herself a little deeper inside.
Cara's face tensed, lips drawn back from her gritted teeth in a brief mask of ecstasy or stoicism. "Very adequate, Lady Rahl," she replied a moment later, when she had her breathing under control.
Kahlan let go of her cock, bringing it to Cara's chin to turn her face around (and the smell of precum and lotion on it, mingled with her own sweat, made Cara's nostrils flare). "And my kisses?" she asked, before kissing Cara with the same love as before, but a little more of the teeth and tongue and aggression that Cara craved.
"C-could be better," Cara maintained, breathless.
"I only ask because I know you love," and when Cara was least expecting it, Kahlan thrust as hard as she could, overcoming Cara's tightness and stabbing several inches into her, even as Kahlan's fingers sunk into her pussy, thumb jammed down on her clit, "the way I make you come."
Pride insisted that Cara resist, but when Kahlan kissed her again, she gave in, feeling her pussy suck and clench, wanting to keep Kahlan's sweet fingers inside forever.
Kahlan slowly, lovingly, dragged them out, wiping them off on Cara's thigh. Cara sucked in air while she had the chance, both hands against the wall.
"I'm going to keep going now," Kahlan whispered in her ear. "And you're going to love it."
"Yes, mistress," Cara said automatically.
Kahlan grinned smugly. Both hands clenched on Cara's waist, she forced herself in a bit deeper, until she was certain Cara was feeling more pain than pleasure, than she eased herself out, letting Cara gasp in relief. Her hands fluttered away from Cara's waist to squeeze her ass, feeling how her steely cool flesh had heated up, boiled over.
Cara's body had slackened, the Mord'Sith hanging her head to let strands of hair fall across her face. When Kahlan pushed back in with a slow, careful stroke, Cara stiffened, throwing her head back, keening. Cara didn't know what was better, the painful pleasure of being filled nearly to the cusp, or the salving emptiness of Kahlan withdrawing. It was delicious torture when Kahlan returned, faster and deeper, but only a little so.
Cara clenched her teeth. "Harder, you Confessor bitch. Fuck my ass until you come! You're not even hurting me!"
"And I'm not going to," Kahlan said, clearly pleased with herself. She ran a hand from the nape of Cara's neck to the base of her spine. The Mord'Sith was on fire. "I think you're going to get off just on me doing this. I think you love it. And as much as your Mord'Sith sisters might judge you for coming without having your hair ripped out of your scalp or your ass well-paddled, you won't last the next few minutes without coming for me. For this."
Cara growled. Although she hadn't lied about the anal sex, she'd been taken from behind many times, by men and women, and each time she'd loved the slap of thighs against her legs and fingers clenched on her body as she was thrust into. But this, this gentle and yet firm way that Kahlan possessed her… it was driving her wild.
Kahlan crooned with satisfaction as she fucked more than half of her cock into Cara's ass, feeling the hole spasm wonderfully around her shaft. Smoothly, she pulled out and slid back in like melting butter, watching Cara tremble against her, silent like she was in a daze. Cara pressed back to meet Kahlan's advance and both women moaned as Kahlan's groin rubbed against Cara's heart-shaped ass.
Kahlan held herself inside Cara, actually giggling with girlish delight as she reached down to roll Cara's clit between her thumb and forefinger. Cara let loose a gleeful squeal (thankfully low enough to only be heard by a hatefully overjoyed Kahlan) as the sharp pleasure merged with the throbbing glow deep in her asshole. This was unacceptable! And yet, Cara wished it would never end.
Somehow, Cara found her voice. "D-Dahlia…" She lost it, then found it again. "Re-remember what I did to you in the kingdom of Ombra! Return the—fuck!—favor."
Kahlan ignored the request and the answer, continuing to take over Cara's body with maddening pleasure at an inexorable rate. Now, she was kissing Cara—her lips in Cara's hair, on her neck, her shoulders. Cara wanted them on her nipples and her pussy and her lips and everywhere else. She wanted Kahlan to devastate her like a natural disaster.
Dahlia walked toward them slowly, each step driving Cara mad with the wait. She was like a little girl approaching a wild animal, not wanting it to run away or break the picture it presented. And when she got close, she smelled of sex. Cara wondered if she had been masturbating to the sight of her and Kahlan, or if she and a sister had been duplicating their efforts. Either possibility brought her to a cusp of orgasm, and she had to swallow it down like the pain from a wound before Kahlan bested her.
Kahlan smiled benevolently at the interloper, still pumping Cara steadily against the wall. She had fucked Cara's best Mord'Sith like cheap whores and she was still a beloved Confessor. The thought made Cara clench around Kahlan and pray to feel ropes of come whipping into her.
"Look at her," Kahlan said, obviously referring to Cara. Possibly pointing at her with her cock. "Isn't she well-fucked? Aren't I doing a good job fucking her?"
"You're in good form, Lady Rahl," Dahlia confirmed. "I've rarely seen her so… pleased."
Cara hitched herself up, bracing herself against the wall with her face and shoulder. She couldn't hold herself up—the strength was gone from her arms, being sucked away to keep up with the pleasure Kahlan was forcing into her. It was beautiful—the control, the denial, the barbarism just underneath. "Dahlia," she begged.
"Do as you must," Kahlan said, "before I come inside her." And with that, she sped up, becoming almost ferocious in her treatment of Cara. Dahlia got down on her knees, spellbound by the sight now at eye level. Without ever losing control, Kahlan was burying herself in Cara, hissing air in past her taut neck muscles, pulling Cara up and holding her close so she could go deeper, always deeper.
"Are you ready to come for me?" Kahlan asked Cara. The Mord'Sith couldn't answer. Her world had been reduced to an all-encompassing sensation between her legs. "Because I'm ready to make you come."
She nodded to Dahlia.
Even over the sound of a dozen Mord'Sith with their breathing hitched in pleasure, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the noise of words failing to express the ecstasy, the shriek of Dahlia's Agiel was clearly audible. She moved it slowly up Cara's leg, holding it just shy of the skin. By the time she reached Cara's knee, its path was marked by abundant juices. Reverently, Dahlia lifted it to Cara's sex. The pink was indescribably alive, and Dahlia knew Cara's body wasn't used to such pleasure without stimulation down there. Her pussy needed something to clench, to milk. And Dahlia would give it to her.
Reaching down for her own undeniably wet sex with her free hand, Dahlia entered Cara with the Agiel. The effect was not quite instantaneous. As if her body had been given license to erupt but didn't know quite what to do with it, Cara started on a guttural moan, building in intensity as the magic brought her whole body to the brink, turned every intersection of pain and pleasure into an erogenous zone being stroked by the very humidity of the air, the sweat dripping off her body.
For Kahlan, it was like looking into the sun. She couldn't see something that erotic without climaxing, but she never wanted her sweet agony to end. She looked to Dahlia and saw a mask of lust. Their eyes locked and Kahlan saw her own arousal mirrored in the Mord'Sith. Cara's body clamped down on Kahlan so intensely that the slightest shift inside her was like a firm hand milking Kahlan's phallus. She lost her vaunted control and spent herself in a half-dozen thrusts, almost there, almost finished, then gloriously arriving. She and Dahlia watched each other come, before Cara's screaming dominated their attention.
Cara had ridden the pain that enflamed her body, but the sudden hot gush from Kahlan, the knowledge that she'd brought the Confessor to a rough, breathless orgasm, swept her under and trampled her underfoot. For a perfect moment she wailed helplessly, her head only held up by the scream burning her throat, her limbs flopping away from her, dropping her into Kahlan and Dahlia's embrace, which only shifted the twin pleasures that had robbed her of all conscious thought but the desperate, gluttonous need for more. Then, held up only by her two lovers, she quivered like a racehorse at the end of a marathon.
Kahlan slumped over Cara, feeling the dredges of her come relentlessly shooting out of her. Dahlia pulled the Agiel loose, actually dropping it with her orgasmically twisted fingers, and it rolled away on the tile floor. Then it was Kahlan's turn, and she lowered Cara into Dahlia's arms, her cock licking out of Cara's asshole.
Cara closed her eyes as Dahlia rubbed her down, as Kahlan slipped off her feet and had to catch herself on a torch-mount. "You made me come," she said sleepily, "but I fucked you."
***
It took Cara waking up to realize she'd fallen asleep. She looked around to find herself placed on one of the récamiers in the Lord Rahl's receiving room. Kahlan was seated on the throne, being attended to by Berdine and Raina. They were on the knees. Cara was still undressed, and a blanket had not been provided for her. She caught Kahlan looking at her before the Confessor looked away with a guilty smile.
Cara stood, unashamedly brandishing her physique, and walked to Kahlan. Pushing the Mord'Sith off the well-worn cock, she bypassed that as well, sitting on Kahlan's lap as if it were a throne itself. Then she took hold of Berdine's braid and pulled her in. Raina followed suite with Kahlan, and both women sighed in shared bliss.
"I would've thought you'd choose Raina," Kahlan said.
"Sometimes I can appreciate a softer touch."
"Mmm." Kahlan caressed Cara's taut belly with idle fingers, brushing down to Berdine's head as it shimmied between her legs. "I think I'm about spent. Ever since the girls cleaned me off, they've been relentless."
"And Dahlia?"
"She went to train Denna. I watched a little of it. I think Denna will certainly learn her lesson."
"Most certainly," Cara nodded. It was hard to converse with Berdine working at her—a soft touch could be so deliciously tough.
"You know what else I thought?"
"I'd die to find out, Lady Rahl."
"What would you do with a magic penis?"
Cara raised an eyebrow. "That's a very personal question. But I think I'd do exactly what I've done with a cunt." She traced Kahlan's lovely face with her fingers, positioning her just so for a kiss. "Serve my Lady Rahl."
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,671
Characters/Pairings: Cara/Kahlan, Kahlan/Denna, Berdine/Raina
Previous: Part 1
Summary: As always, Cara just has to take matters into her own hands. Not as always, the matter is Kahlan's magic cock.
Kahlan wasn't able to resist Denna bent over a divan, the vivid pink of her cunt just visible under that marvelously smooth, toned ass. How many times had Kahlan thought of hurting her for what she'd done to Richard? But no, this was better. Making her lose her vaulted Mord'Sith control and scream like a bitch, like Kahlan's bitch—one look between her and Cara, then the plan was set with a nod.
"Don't hold back," Cara said, leaning on Denna with one hand to hold her down.
Kahlan stroked herself, thinking of how she'd found Richard, frightened and aroused, thinking of the times he'd called Denna's name in the night, sometimes in pain but not always.
"You want to play pretend, be Richard?" Denna smirked over her shoulder. "This is what he wanted. Oh, how he wanted to please me, Kahlan. The way he looked at me, full of concern at my slightest disfavor…"
Kahlan grabbed Denna by the hips and jammed herself inside as roughly as she could. In a breath, she was so deep inside Denna that the blonde might've been touched with an Agiel. Her mouth gaped open for a moment, while Cara looked on proudly (and on the floor, Dahlia snitched from Triana's mess while Cara wasn't looking). Then Denna purred in approval.
"Just as Richard would do. The Rahl blood in him demands dominance. My king would possess me, completely turn me to his will!"
Kahlan grunted to herself as she rutted away, trying to force herself even deeper into Denna before pulling out and slamming back home. Denna cooed.
"Yes! Yes! This is what Richard thought of after I broke him of his silly infatuation with you! He thought of forcing an orgasm upon me, making me his and his alone!"
"You broke nothing!" Kahlan cried, grabbing onto Denna's hair and pulling hard.
Cara released Denna, letting her up to be dragged upright and rammed against Kahlan's upper body; then Cara clasped her hand around Denna's throat, holding her in place as Kahlan fucked her.
Denna gasped and growled and hissed, but she stayed spread-eagled between Cara and Kahlan, making no effort to escape her torture. She was breathing hard when Cara pressed a thumb into her windpipe. Denna choked on air.
"Remember what you were before begging for forgiveness. A whore. Your failed attempt at a coup means nothing, makes you less than nothing. You'll take what we give you and come for us because it's still the best you've ever had."
Denna struggled to hold still, keep from gasping for air. Without breath, her body seemed like it was subsisting on the pleasure Kahlan gave her, letting it bounce around inside the empty spaces where blood should be pumping and air filling. Then Cara slapped her once, sharply, and the pain jolted her entire body.
"What do you call a whore that doesn't even get paid?" Cara demanded, slapping her again. "You're a slut, Denna, and Kahlan is a woman. Come for her. Now!"
Kahlan was panting like a horse at full gallop, her eyelids fluttering open and closed as she tried to took in the multitude of sensations she got from pistoning into Denna, rocking her forward so hard her skin turned red against Cara's hand. But Denna still resisted, wanting Kahlan to come first out of a warped sense of pride. Even when Cara slapped her breasts, twisted her nipples, she held her pleasure in.
"I am Mord'Sith!" she gasped with what air Cara allowed her.
Cara leaned in as if for a kiss, then bit down on her lower lip. A brief thought of Cara and Kahlan followed suit, lashing forward to bite down on Denna's neck. Her teeth parting to grin, Cara let go of Denna's throat and she involuntarily feasted on oxygen. Her numb body sprung to life, taking in the fading pain of her bruises and the overwhelming pleasure of Kahlan's cock and it all mixed and exploded inside her, driving a shrill cry from her lips as Cara smiled down at her and caught her by the hair when she fell faint. The pain in her scalp sent aftershocks ripping through Denna's body.
Cara let go of Denna and nudged her off the divan with her toe. "You couldn't handle the Lord Rahl. You can't even handle his woman." She looked at Kahlan, who stood there, breathing hard and fast, her cockhead a threatening shade of purple. "You didn't come."
"No. I held back." Kahlan took Cara's hands in both of hers. She was trembling as she stroked the knuckles Cara had used to knock aside so many threats. "You. I want you."
"Mother Confessor—" Cara shook her head fitfully. "Lady Rahl…"
"Kahlan," she insisted, coming forward to kiss Cara.
It wasn't dominating at all—it was soft and pliant, Kahlan utterly giving herself over to Cara. And when it was over, Cara didn't move onto the more interesting bits, the friction, the wetness, she stood there with her forehead against Kahlan's, waiting to see if she would do it again.
For long minutes they stood like that, Kahlan somehow holding her desire at bay and doing no more than gently kissing Cara as her Mord'Sith sisters stepped in, helping Cara undress without ever forcing her to break contact with Kahlan. When they stepped away, Kahlan could've whimpered at the sight of Cara's body.
"Tell me what to do, Cara," Kahlan begged. "We can… we can hold off. I can have someone else. Garen, or Berdine…"
"No. Me." Cara touched Kahlan's chest, felt her heart racing, then lowered her hand to the explosively erect cock. "Mine."
Still holding it, she turned around.
"Cara…" Kahlan pleaded.
Cara got down on all fours. "I've never had someone… like this. In here. This way, it'll be like the first time for us."
Kahlan got down on her knees behind Cara. The notion was so thrilling, so intoxicatingly wrong that she just had to reach out and touch Cara's ass. Impossibly smooth, strangely cool, soft as silk. Her fingertips became hands, groping and fondling Cara's flesh. Cara raised her ass like a bitch in heat.
"No," Kahlan said, standing. "Not like this. Against the wall."
Cara got up. She went to the nearest wall, leaning against it without ever looking back at Kahlan. It was an honor, being asked onto more equal footing, and she didn't know what she'd done to deserve it. To deserve the Lady Rahl.
Head bent, legs spread, she braced herself against the wall. The stonework was a little rough to the touch, and she wished she could push herself against it, feel its chill grate against her nipples, her cunt, her entire overheated body.
"Berdine, Raina!" She heard Kahlan bark. "Fetch the balm. Prepare Cara for me."
In seconds, the two Mord'Sith returned, both bearing jars of slick lotion. Berdine knelt before Kahlan, applying the lotion to Kahlan's cock with an artistic hand, smiling in appreciation of the glossy, slick phallus she created for Cara. While Raina slapped the lotion onto Cara's ass, then started rubbing it in, barely giving her time to get used to the damp sensation before delving into the crevice of her ass.
"You are honored above all Mord'Sith," Raina breathed in Cara's ear. "It's a privilege to serve you."
"Absolutely," Cara replied. "When we're done, I want you and your little friend to suck Kahlan dry."
"You are most sufficient to the Lady Rahl's lust, mistress."
"I'm going to fuck her until she can't stand, but she'll still want more. When that happens, finish her off."
"As you say, mistress."
Raina moved away, after slipping a lubricated hand down to cup the feverish warmth of Cara's sex for a moment. It made Cara think of rewarding her and Sister Berdine with joining Kahlan and herself—the bed Cara had chosen was certainly big enough. But it would have to be many months from then. She doubted she would grow tired of having Kahlan to herself anytime soon.
Then she felt Kahlan's presence at her back, even more so when the Confessor leaned in and kissed the top of Cara's spine. "Such beauty," Kahlan whispered, resting her cheek against Cara's back. Her hands roamed Cara's body, describing every inch of muscle, soothingly rubbing at each scar or bruise. The dichotomy of old pain and fresh affection made Cara grit her teeth with desire. Anyone else she would demand to stop teasing her and get on with it—and then reward them for their skill with orgasm or coin.
She had no idea what she could give to Kahlan that would be at all equal to what Kahlan was doing to her.
Kahlan's hands reached Cara's hips and they briefly satisfied Kahlan's curiosity as to Cara's pubic hair, and just how damp a woman could be. Then they centered on her waist, holding Cara in place. Holding herself up with one arm, Cara reached back and pulled one cheek aside.
"I'm sorry," Kahlan said. "We should've done this sooner, someplace special…"
"This is special," Cara whispered back. "Soon, my sisters will see how fortunate I am to have met you. Show them, Kahlan. Show me."
Kahlan took hold of her cock in one hand, draping the other around Cara's shoulders and throat. Cara thrilled at being in Kahlan's power; with just a little energy, Kahlan could pull her into a chokehold. She heard a wet noise as Kahlan's hand trawled the sodden length of her cock, then felt it: pure heft slapping at her sex.
"No," Cara moaned, not wanting it there, but Kahlan tightened her arm around Cara's throat, warning her to be silent. She traced her swollen cockhead just inside Cara's lips, then up to rub at her buttocks with a pulsing, throbbing heat. Cara could feel her, all her desire packed into ten inches of hardened flesh.
Kahlan shifted closer, her legs brushing against Cara's, her cock pressing firmly against Cara's asshole. Cara shuddered in violent anticipation. One push and she'd be entered, but she couldn't bring herself to back into Kahlan's embrace. Kahlan had to do it, had to be dominant, had to be the Lady Rahl.
"I love you," Cara said under her breath.
Kahlan eased a few inches inside, stopping at the first trace of resistance, then leaning in to kiss away imaginary tears from Cara's face. "What was that?"
"I said I loved your cock," Cara replied impishly.
Kahlan grinned and released her hold on Cara's throat, to the Mord'Sith's peevish disappointment. Pressing herself to Cara's back, Kahlan lowered her free hand to Cara's groin, tickling the blonde hair there for a moment before circling her finger over Cara's gates.
"And do you love my fingers?" Kahlan asked, pushing herself a little deeper inside.
Cara's face tensed, lips drawn back from her gritted teeth in a brief mask of ecstasy or stoicism. "Very adequate, Lady Rahl," she replied a moment later, when she had her breathing under control.
Kahlan let go of her cock, bringing it to Cara's chin to turn her face around (and the smell of precum and lotion on it, mingled with her own sweat, made Cara's nostrils flare). "And my kisses?" she asked, before kissing Cara with the same love as before, but a little more of the teeth and tongue and aggression that Cara craved.
"C-could be better," Cara maintained, breathless.
"I only ask because I know you love," and when Cara was least expecting it, Kahlan thrust as hard as she could, overcoming Cara's tightness and stabbing several inches into her, even as Kahlan's fingers sunk into her pussy, thumb jammed down on her clit, "the way I make you come."
Pride insisted that Cara resist, but when Kahlan kissed her again, she gave in, feeling her pussy suck and clench, wanting to keep Kahlan's sweet fingers inside forever.
Kahlan slowly, lovingly, dragged them out, wiping them off on Cara's thigh. Cara sucked in air while she had the chance, both hands against the wall.
"I'm going to keep going now," Kahlan whispered in her ear. "And you're going to love it."
"Yes, mistress," Cara said automatically.
Kahlan grinned smugly. Both hands clenched on Cara's waist, she forced herself in a bit deeper, until she was certain Cara was feeling more pain than pleasure, than she eased herself out, letting Cara gasp in relief. Her hands fluttered away from Cara's waist to squeeze her ass, feeling how her steely cool flesh had heated up, boiled over.
Cara's body had slackened, the Mord'Sith hanging her head to let strands of hair fall across her face. When Kahlan pushed back in with a slow, careful stroke, Cara stiffened, throwing her head back, keening. Cara didn't know what was better, the painful pleasure of being filled nearly to the cusp, or the salving emptiness of Kahlan withdrawing. It was delicious torture when Kahlan returned, faster and deeper, but only a little so.
Cara clenched her teeth. "Harder, you Confessor bitch. Fuck my ass until you come! You're not even hurting me!"
"And I'm not going to," Kahlan said, clearly pleased with herself. She ran a hand from the nape of Cara's neck to the base of her spine. The Mord'Sith was on fire. "I think you're going to get off just on me doing this. I think you love it. And as much as your Mord'Sith sisters might judge you for coming without having your hair ripped out of your scalp or your ass well-paddled, you won't last the next few minutes without coming for me. For this."
Cara growled. Although she hadn't lied about the anal sex, she'd been taken from behind many times, by men and women, and each time she'd loved the slap of thighs against her legs and fingers clenched on her body as she was thrust into. But this, this gentle and yet firm way that Kahlan possessed her… it was driving her wild.
Kahlan crooned with satisfaction as she fucked more than half of her cock into Cara's ass, feeling the hole spasm wonderfully around her shaft. Smoothly, she pulled out and slid back in like melting butter, watching Cara tremble against her, silent like she was in a daze. Cara pressed back to meet Kahlan's advance and both women moaned as Kahlan's groin rubbed against Cara's heart-shaped ass.
Kahlan held herself inside Cara, actually giggling with girlish delight as she reached down to roll Cara's clit between her thumb and forefinger. Cara let loose a gleeful squeal (thankfully low enough to only be heard by a hatefully overjoyed Kahlan) as the sharp pleasure merged with the throbbing glow deep in her asshole. This was unacceptable! And yet, Cara wished it would never end.
Somehow, Cara found her voice. "D-Dahlia…" She lost it, then found it again. "Re-remember what I did to you in the kingdom of Ombra! Return the—fuck!—favor."
Kahlan ignored the request and the answer, continuing to take over Cara's body with maddening pleasure at an inexorable rate. Now, she was kissing Cara—her lips in Cara's hair, on her neck, her shoulders. Cara wanted them on her nipples and her pussy and her lips and everywhere else. She wanted Kahlan to devastate her like a natural disaster.
Dahlia walked toward them slowly, each step driving Cara mad with the wait. She was like a little girl approaching a wild animal, not wanting it to run away or break the picture it presented. And when she got close, she smelled of sex. Cara wondered if she had been masturbating to the sight of her and Kahlan, or if she and a sister had been duplicating their efforts. Either possibility brought her to a cusp of orgasm, and she had to swallow it down like the pain from a wound before Kahlan bested her.
Kahlan smiled benevolently at the interloper, still pumping Cara steadily against the wall. She had fucked Cara's best Mord'Sith like cheap whores and she was still a beloved Confessor. The thought made Cara clench around Kahlan and pray to feel ropes of come whipping into her.
"Look at her," Kahlan said, obviously referring to Cara. Possibly pointing at her with her cock. "Isn't she well-fucked? Aren't I doing a good job fucking her?"
"You're in good form, Lady Rahl," Dahlia confirmed. "I've rarely seen her so… pleased."
Cara hitched herself up, bracing herself against the wall with her face and shoulder. She couldn't hold herself up—the strength was gone from her arms, being sucked away to keep up with the pleasure Kahlan was forcing into her. It was beautiful—the control, the denial, the barbarism just underneath. "Dahlia," she begged.
"Do as you must," Kahlan said, "before I come inside her." And with that, she sped up, becoming almost ferocious in her treatment of Cara. Dahlia got down on her knees, spellbound by the sight now at eye level. Without ever losing control, Kahlan was burying herself in Cara, hissing air in past her taut neck muscles, pulling Cara up and holding her close so she could go deeper, always deeper.
"Are you ready to come for me?" Kahlan asked Cara. The Mord'Sith couldn't answer. Her world had been reduced to an all-encompassing sensation between her legs. "Because I'm ready to make you come."
She nodded to Dahlia.
Even over the sound of a dozen Mord'Sith with their breathing hitched in pleasure, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the noise of words failing to express the ecstasy, the shriek of Dahlia's Agiel was clearly audible. She moved it slowly up Cara's leg, holding it just shy of the skin. By the time she reached Cara's knee, its path was marked by abundant juices. Reverently, Dahlia lifted it to Cara's sex. The pink was indescribably alive, and Dahlia knew Cara's body wasn't used to such pleasure without stimulation down there. Her pussy needed something to clench, to milk. And Dahlia would give it to her.
Reaching down for her own undeniably wet sex with her free hand, Dahlia entered Cara with the Agiel. The effect was not quite instantaneous. As if her body had been given license to erupt but didn't know quite what to do with it, Cara started on a guttural moan, building in intensity as the magic brought her whole body to the brink, turned every intersection of pain and pleasure into an erogenous zone being stroked by the very humidity of the air, the sweat dripping off her body.
For Kahlan, it was like looking into the sun. She couldn't see something that erotic without climaxing, but she never wanted her sweet agony to end. She looked to Dahlia and saw a mask of lust. Their eyes locked and Kahlan saw her own arousal mirrored in the Mord'Sith. Cara's body clamped down on Kahlan so intensely that the slightest shift inside her was like a firm hand milking Kahlan's phallus. She lost her vaunted control and spent herself in a half-dozen thrusts, almost there, almost finished, then gloriously arriving. She and Dahlia watched each other come, before Cara's screaming dominated their attention.
Cara had ridden the pain that enflamed her body, but the sudden hot gush from Kahlan, the knowledge that she'd brought the Confessor to a rough, breathless orgasm, swept her under and trampled her underfoot. For a perfect moment she wailed helplessly, her head only held up by the scream burning her throat, her limbs flopping away from her, dropping her into Kahlan and Dahlia's embrace, which only shifted the twin pleasures that had robbed her of all conscious thought but the desperate, gluttonous need for more. Then, held up only by her two lovers, she quivered like a racehorse at the end of a marathon.
Kahlan slumped over Cara, feeling the dredges of her come relentlessly shooting out of her. Dahlia pulled the Agiel loose, actually dropping it with her orgasmically twisted fingers, and it rolled away on the tile floor. Then it was Kahlan's turn, and she lowered Cara into Dahlia's arms, her cock licking out of Cara's asshole.
Cara closed her eyes as Dahlia rubbed her down, as Kahlan slipped off her feet and had to catch herself on a torch-mount. "You made me come," she said sleepily, "but I fucked you."
***
It took Cara waking up to realize she'd fallen asleep. She looked around to find herself placed on one of the récamiers in the Lord Rahl's receiving room. Kahlan was seated on the throne, being attended to by Berdine and Raina. They were on the knees. Cara was still undressed, and a blanket had not been provided for her. She caught Kahlan looking at her before the Confessor looked away with a guilty smile.
Cara stood, unashamedly brandishing her physique, and walked to Kahlan. Pushing the Mord'Sith off the well-worn cock, she bypassed that as well, sitting on Kahlan's lap as if it were a throne itself. Then she took hold of Berdine's braid and pulled her in. Raina followed suite with Kahlan, and both women sighed in shared bliss.
"I would've thought you'd choose Raina," Kahlan said.
"Sometimes I can appreciate a softer touch."
"Mmm." Kahlan caressed Cara's taut belly with idle fingers, brushing down to Berdine's head as it shimmied between her legs. "I think I'm about spent. Ever since the girls cleaned me off, they've been relentless."
"And Dahlia?"
"She went to train Denna. I watched a little of it. I think Denna will certainly learn her lesson."
"Most certainly," Cara nodded. It was hard to converse with Berdine working at her—a soft touch could be so deliciously tough.
"You know what else I thought?"
"I'd die to find out, Lady Rahl."
"What would you do with a magic penis?"
Cara raised an eyebrow. "That's a very personal question. But I think I'd do exactly what I've done with a cunt." She traced Kahlan's lovely face with her fingers, positioning her just so for a kiss. "Serve my Lady Rahl."
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Date: 2011-07-29 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-29 11:21 pm (UTC)But this was... Fucking hot!!!
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Date: 2011-07-30 02:34 am (UTC)@above, it's not a fake penis, it's a magical one. makes it 110% more legit, you see.
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Date: 2011-07-30 03:19 am (UTC)Also, a sequel with Cara would be amaaaaaaazing.
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Date: 2011-07-30 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-30 05:02 am (UTC)I love how you have included bits of ~feelings alongside the utter, delicious depravity. For exampling: She had no idea what she could give to Kahlan that would be at all equal to what Kahlan was doing to her. Awww.
And of course:
"I love you," Cara said under her breath. [...] "I said I loved your cock" Oh, Cara. Mhmm, sure.
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Date: 2011-08-06 08:59 am (UTC)