In the Caves of Ulgoland
Title: In the Caves of Ulgoland
Fandom: The Belgariad series (David Eddings)
Rating/Genre: R/femslash, pwp
Pairing: Ce’Nedra/Polgara the Sorceress
Summary: Ce’Nedra has to stay behind while the others go on with their quest. Ce’Nedra has learned not to protest against certain commands, but she is upset by the thought of Lady Polgara leaving her. Polgara realizes that the princess has warmer feelings towards her than she knew.
Word count: 2 117
Spoilers/Warnings: Very little for the third book of The Belgariad, but of course the pairing is completely non-canon! (But hot!)/Depending on age of consent where you live, this might call for a warning for underage sex. (You know, Ce’Nedra is 15 going on 16 in the book, right?) It’s legal where I am, though! And considering the true age of Polgara, she’ll always be the older one in any relationship… ;)
Notes: Written for the Porn Battle XI and the prompt Polgara/any, virgin, comfort. I apologize if I don’t manage to get the atmosphere quite right; I’ve only read the books in Swedish translation…
The Imperial Princess Ce’Nedra had cold feet. To her own surprise, she found that she was almost getting used to it, thinking of it as normal.
There was a time when she never ever had cold feet. That a princess would have to suffer any such inconvenience - unthinkable! That is, it had been unthinkable until she joined Garion and his friends on their mysterious journey.
And now here she was, alone in a poorly lit up room - and yet it was said to be one of the best the place had to offer! - in the dark, deep caves of Ulgoland, where she was going to stay when the others went on with their plans.
Ce’Nedra was chewing a lock of hair, starting to feel abandoned by the whole world, but as she didn’t want to be overpowered by sadness, she decided that it would be best to go to sleep. She was changing into her nightgown when there was a knock on the door, and Polgara entered.
Ce’Nedra, half Dryad and Tolnedran as she was, was not afraid of or ashamed of a little nudity, but even so, she blushed and hurried up getting into the gown, not wanting to be caught half-naked by the older woman. She guessed that the lady had that effect on most people.
Polgara, seemingly unaware of Ce’Nedra’s feelings, looked calmly at her while she finished getting dressed for the night, asking if she needed anything.
“No thank you, Lady Polgara”, she said.
Garion called the elegant woman ‘Aunt Pol’, but Ce’Nedra couldn’t bring herself to imitate him. Lady Polgara might not be a royalty - she was, in fact, a sorceress, even if Ce’Nedra still had a hard time grasping the fact - but there was something very noble about her.
“If you’re sure”, Polgara said. “But remember, these people want to take good care of you.” She paused as if to consider something, and then she added: “But that does not, of course, mean that you’ve got the right to boss them around. You’re a guest here, Princess.”
Yes, Polgara never wasted a moment to remind her of her new and confusing place in the world.
“What if I don’t want to be a guest here?”, she said.
“What now?” Polgara looked displeased. “Have you already forgotten what UL told you?”
Ce’Nedra shuddered and re-lived the moment of great awe when the great and mysterious god had been standing before them, addressing himself directly to her.
“No, of course not. I will never forget it, and I would never go against his wishes… But Lady Polgara, it is so dark here. It is so different from the world I am used to. I adore the old Gorim, truly I do, but… I’d rather be with your father even if he isn’t half as sweet…”
At this, Polgara smirked.
“And”, Ce’Nedra went on, “I will miss you all…”
The stern look on the sorceress’ face softened. She took a few steps closer and held out her arms. Hesitatingly, Ce’Nedra let herself be embraced.
“Don’t be afraid”, Polgara said, “we’ll be back before you know it. I’m sure that you’ll learn many great things by spending time with Gorim, and we’ll be safe, which if you wouldn’t be if you came with us.”
Ce’Nedra was rarely touched by anyone, except her dear old father. But Polgara’s strong arms made her feel safe; her body was warm and soft, and it felt so good to be held by her.
“Please don’t leave me”, she whispered, realizing that this was the true source of her distress.
She knew that Polgara was powerful and awe-inspiring - she herself was still a little afraid of her at times - and she was respected all over the world.
But she could still get into trouble, couldn’t she? If they ran into some even greater sorcerer, some evil, ugly Grolim? Then what would happen to all of them? What would happen to her? Polgara wouldn’t be able to drag her off to Riva, but Ce’Nedra didn’t care about that anymore. She would go to Riva or anywhere in the world, as long as she didn’t have to do it without the company of Lady Polgara.
She felt something hot and wet in the corner of her eye. She realized that it was tears.
***
Polgara tightened her grip around the young girl who was shivering in her arms. A wave of affection overwhelmed her.
“You really are afraid, aren’t you? Don’t be… I promise you that everything will be all right.”
The truth was that Polgara wasn’t so sure about that, but she had to believe in her own words. She was going to bring the ‘Queen of the World and the Bride of Light’ to Riva, along with Garion, and everything was going to be all right with the world.
Ce’Nedra held on tightly to her, and Polgara caressed her red hair thoughtfully. The rather intolerably spoiled princess had grown up a bit, she had to admit that, and Polgara had begun to grow quite fond of her, too. But this sudden outburst of affection was unexpected. Sure she knew that the young princess admired her, but she hadn’t thought that there were any warmer feelings.
Wasn’t it rather Garion whom Ce’Nedra should be holding on to? Polgara, not unaccustomed to girl crushes, sighed and simply rocked Ce’Nedra in her arms. The princess was young. She did not know what it was to love yet. She could easily mistake admiration and respect for something more.
“Please don’t leave me”, Ce’Nedra whispered again, and her breath was hot against Polgara’s chest, between the base of her neck and her cleavage. Soft, soft lips nudged her skin. Polgara began to doubt the girl’s innocence; she was a Dryad, after all, and intimacy between women was not uncommon among that race, nor was it unheard of in Tolnedra, even if it wouldn’t be displayed openly within the royal family.
Tentatively, she bowed her neck and kissed Ce’Nedra’s cheek, wet with tears.
“Don’t cry, dear”, she said, kissing her slowly again.
Ce’Nedra didn’t shy away from her. Instead, she stretched her neck and tilted her head, as if to give Polgara easier access to her lips. Her eyes were closed. Yes, that mouth wanted to be kissed, didn’t it?
Very softly. Polgara pressed her lips to Ce’Nedra’s very softly, careful of any sign that the girl didn’t want it to happen, but the girl didn’t show any such signs at all.
So Polgara increased the pressure of her lips, and was rewarded when Ce’Nedra began to follow, imitating was she was doing, and then opening her mouth to Polgara’s tongue, and there was not one doubt about it; Ce’Nedra liked kissing her.
Polgara hadn’t kissed anyone like that in a very long time; so softly, so playfully and tenderly.
“Oh”, the princess panted, “this feels so good, please don’t stop… but… but please, hold me, because I don’t think I can stand much longer…”
“There, there…”, Polgara said gently, “I’ve got you, dear…”
Ce’Nedra was so slender and light. Polgara guided her easily to the bed, where they sat down, and kissed, kissed. But as if Ce’Nedra felt safer when she didn’t have to worry about loosing control of her limbs, her kisses got hotter and her hands got less shy, touching Polgara’s face, her hair and her shoulders.
Polgara kissed Ce’Nedra’s neck, causing the girl to whimper. It was such a hot little sound; Polgara wanted to hear it again, and she let the tip of her tongue slide gently over the thin skin behind the little ear and just below her jawbone, and Ce’Nedra whimpered. She placed little butterfly kisses along her neck, and then she cupped one delicate little breast through the fabric of the Ulgo nightgown.
The princess gasped loudly and grabbed on to Polgara even more tightly as her fingers brushed against a hard nipple.
Polgara’s own nipples were hard, too; she was wet and hot, and if there had been any doubts on the matter, they were gone: this was no longer innocent comforting. It may be comforting, but it wasn’t innocent.
As if Ce’Nedra had heard her thoughts, she reached down and began pulling at her nightgown, pulling it up and over her thighs.
“Oh please”, she whispered faintly, “here… touch me…”
Ce’Nedra was hot and ready, wanting, needing, to be touched, and when she offered herself to Polgara like that, Polgara couldn’t refuse.
I shouldn’t do this with Garion’s future bride, she told herself, but the damage was more or less already done, and neither of the two youths knew how their destinies were related, so what harm could it do? When Ce’Nedra obviously wanted it so badly?
“Oh, little princess”, she whispered hoarsely, “you’ve already been dreaming of this before, haven’t you?”
“Yes”, Ce’Nedra confessed with a blush, “yes, Polgara…”
If so, Polgara thought irrationally, then it has already happened…
She knew of course that it wasn’t really true, but nonetheless she reached out her hand and did what she was asked to do. Polgara didn’t normally let herself be commanded when she was in bed with anyone, be it a princess, a horseman or a knight, but once in a while, she could take pleasure in following an order. Especially when it wasn’t really an order at all, but uttered as a plea by a panting girl, almost beside herself with desire.
Polgara pushed Ce’Nedra down onto the mattress, forced her legs wider apart, and listened to the sounds of pleasure as she treated the little sensitive spot with all her expertise. She teased the girl’s slick entrance, wondering if she should go there. But then she did. The girl bucked her hips, eagerly, and Polgara pushed a finger in, and Ce’Nedra groaned. Polgara’s movements were slow at first, slow and gentle just like the kisses had been, but then she intensified her thrusts, to the rhythm of Ce’Nedra’s breathing, until Ce’Nedra arched her back and cried out her pleasure.
After a few seconds, their eyes met. Ce’Nedra’s eyes were burning, and Polgara couldn’t see any regrets in them, only lust.
Polgara held her in her arms and kissed her gently, waiting for the rhythm of her heart to go back to something more like normal again.
Then, with her eyes steadily fixed on Ce’Nedra’s, she got up from the bed and began removing her clothes. She moved slowly, as if performing some ancient ritual dance, and she took off her skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, leaving her in her underskirt and blouse.
The blouse had ribbons and laces that held it together, and she held out her hand to Ce’Nedra.
“Come”, she said, “help me with this…”
Not that she needed help, but if it was any time when the princess should help someone with their clothes…
Ce’Nedras’s little Dryad fingers were shaking slightly when she, naked, were standing in front of Polgara. She was a little shy still, and it made Polgara smile. She kissed her, and hastily removed the rest of her own clothes.
“Come, dear”, she said, “touch me now… like this…”
She guided Ce’Nedra’s hand, and while the girl might never have touched anybody like that before, she was a quick learner.
Dryads were always good lovers. Polgara had her doubts about Tolnedrans, but Ce’Nedra proved to be a combination of the best of both.
***
Afterwards, Polgara looked at her very seriously and said:
“I trust you understand that nothing more can come of this, Ce’Nedra.”
Ce’Nedra looked at the beautiful, tall sorceress - she looked even taller now that she was standing up and Ce’Nedra was lying down - and considered her words.
“Of course”, she said after a moment’s reflection, “I understand. I am a princess and I have certain duties to fulfil. I will marry a suitable man when the time comes. I have always known that.”
She had always known. She had never allowed herself any sadness because of that, and she wasn’t going to start now.
“Of course”, Polgara nodded. “I know. I just wanted to make sure. And no regrets?”
Ce’Nedra shook her head and smiled. No, never any regrets! It may never happen again, she was aware of that, but it had happened that night that she had held a sorceress in her arms, and she was never going to be anything else than proud of that.
Lady Polgara looked kindly at her, and Ce’Nedra didn’t think that she was ever going to be afraid of her again.
“But promise me”, she said, “that you will come back safely, while I stay here in the dark caves of Ulgoland.”
“I promise you”, Polgara said. “Good night, princess.”
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Fandom: The Belgariad series (David Eddings)
Rating/Genre: R/femslash, pwp
Pairing: Ce’Nedra/Polgara the Sorceress
Summary: Ce’Nedra has to stay behind while the others go on with their quest. Ce’Nedra has learned not to protest against certain commands, but she is upset by the thought of Lady Polgara leaving her. Polgara realizes that the princess has warmer feelings towards her than she knew.
Word count: 2 117
Spoilers/Warnings: Very little for the third book of The Belgariad, but of course the pairing is completely non-canon! (But hot!)/Depending on age of consent where you live, this might call for a warning for underage sex. (You know, Ce’Nedra is 15 going on 16 in the book, right?) It’s legal where I am, though! And considering the true age of Polgara, she’ll always be the older one in any relationship… ;)
Notes: Written for the Porn Battle XI and the prompt Polgara/any, virgin, comfort. I apologize if I don’t manage to get the atmosphere quite right; I’ve only read the books in Swedish translation…
The Imperial Princess Ce’Nedra had cold feet. To her own surprise, she found that she was almost getting used to it, thinking of it as normal.
There was a time when she never ever had cold feet. That a princess would have to suffer any such inconvenience - unthinkable! That is, it had been unthinkable until she joined Garion and his friends on their mysterious journey.
And now here she was, alone in a poorly lit up room - and yet it was said to be one of the best the place had to offer! - in the dark, deep caves of Ulgoland, where she was going to stay when the others went on with their plans.
Ce’Nedra was chewing a lock of hair, starting to feel abandoned by the whole world, but as she didn’t want to be overpowered by sadness, she decided that it would be best to go to sleep. She was changing into her nightgown when there was a knock on the door, and Polgara entered.
Ce’Nedra, half Dryad and Tolnedran as she was, was not afraid of or ashamed of a little nudity, but even so, she blushed and hurried up getting into the gown, not wanting to be caught half-naked by the older woman. She guessed that the lady had that effect on most people.
Polgara, seemingly unaware of Ce’Nedra’s feelings, looked calmly at her while she finished getting dressed for the night, asking if she needed anything.
“No thank you, Lady Polgara”, she said.
Garion called the elegant woman ‘Aunt Pol’, but Ce’Nedra couldn’t bring herself to imitate him. Lady Polgara might not be a royalty - she was, in fact, a sorceress, even if Ce’Nedra still had a hard time grasping the fact - but there was something very noble about her.
“If you’re sure”, Polgara said. “But remember, these people want to take good care of you.” She paused as if to consider something, and then she added: “But that does not, of course, mean that you’ve got the right to boss them around. You’re a guest here, Princess.”
Yes, Polgara never wasted a moment to remind her of her new and confusing place in the world.
“What if I don’t want to be a guest here?”, she said.
“What now?” Polgara looked displeased. “Have you already forgotten what UL told you?”
Ce’Nedra shuddered and re-lived the moment of great awe when the great and mysterious god had been standing before them, addressing himself directly to her.
“No, of course not. I will never forget it, and I would never go against his wishes… But Lady Polgara, it is so dark here. It is so different from the world I am used to. I adore the old Gorim, truly I do, but… I’d rather be with your father even if he isn’t half as sweet…”
At this, Polgara smirked.
“And”, Ce’Nedra went on, “I will miss you all…”
The stern look on the sorceress’ face softened. She took a few steps closer and held out her arms. Hesitatingly, Ce’Nedra let herself be embraced.
“Don’t be afraid”, Polgara said, “we’ll be back before you know it. I’m sure that you’ll learn many great things by spending time with Gorim, and we’ll be safe, which if you wouldn’t be if you came with us.”
Ce’Nedra was rarely touched by anyone, except her dear old father. But Polgara’s strong arms made her feel safe; her body was warm and soft, and it felt so good to be held by her.
“Please don’t leave me”, she whispered, realizing that this was the true source of her distress.
She knew that Polgara was powerful and awe-inspiring - she herself was still a little afraid of her at times - and she was respected all over the world.
But she could still get into trouble, couldn’t she? If they ran into some even greater sorcerer, some evil, ugly Grolim? Then what would happen to all of them? What would happen to her? Polgara wouldn’t be able to drag her off to Riva, but Ce’Nedra didn’t care about that anymore. She would go to Riva or anywhere in the world, as long as she didn’t have to do it without the company of Lady Polgara.
She felt something hot and wet in the corner of her eye. She realized that it was tears.
***
Polgara tightened her grip around the young girl who was shivering in her arms. A wave of affection overwhelmed her.
“You really are afraid, aren’t you? Don’t be… I promise you that everything will be all right.”
The truth was that Polgara wasn’t so sure about that, but she had to believe in her own words. She was going to bring the ‘Queen of the World and the Bride of Light’ to Riva, along with Garion, and everything was going to be all right with the world.
Ce’Nedra held on tightly to her, and Polgara caressed her red hair thoughtfully. The rather intolerably spoiled princess had grown up a bit, she had to admit that, and Polgara had begun to grow quite fond of her, too. But this sudden outburst of affection was unexpected. Sure she knew that the young princess admired her, but she hadn’t thought that there were any warmer feelings.
Wasn’t it rather Garion whom Ce’Nedra should be holding on to? Polgara, not unaccustomed to girl crushes, sighed and simply rocked Ce’Nedra in her arms. The princess was young. She did not know what it was to love yet. She could easily mistake admiration and respect for something more.
“Please don’t leave me”, Ce’Nedra whispered again, and her breath was hot against Polgara’s chest, between the base of her neck and her cleavage. Soft, soft lips nudged her skin. Polgara began to doubt the girl’s innocence; she was a Dryad, after all, and intimacy between women was not uncommon among that race, nor was it unheard of in Tolnedra, even if it wouldn’t be displayed openly within the royal family.
Tentatively, she bowed her neck and kissed Ce’Nedra’s cheek, wet with tears.
“Don’t cry, dear”, she said, kissing her slowly again.
Ce’Nedra didn’t shy away from her. Instead, she stretched her neck and tilted her head, as if to give Polgara easier access to her lips. Her eyes were closed. Yes, that mouth wanted to be kissed, didn’t it?
Very softly. Polgara pressed her lips to Ce’Nedra’s very softly, careful of any sign that the girl didn’t want it to happen, but the girl didn’t show any such signs at all.
So Polgara increased the pressure of her lips, and was rewarded when Ce’Nedra began to follow, imitating was she was doing, and then opening her mouth to Polgara’s tongue, and there was not one doubt about it; Ce’Nedra liked kissing her.
Polgara hadn’t kissed anyone like that in a very long time; so softly, so playfully and tenderly.
“Oh”, the princess panted, “this feels so good, please don’t stop… but… but please, hold me, because I don’t think I can stand much longer…”
“There, there…”, Polgara said gently, “I’ve got you, dear…”
Ce’Nedra was so slender and light. Polgara guided her easily to the bed, where they sat down, and kissed, kissed. But as if Ce’Nedra felt safer when she didn’t have to worry about loosing control of her limbs, her kisses got hotter and her hands got less shy, touching Polgara’s face, her hair and her shoulders.
Polgara kissed Ce’Nedra’s neck, causing the girl to whimper. It was such a hot little sound; Polgara wanted to hear it again, and she let the tip of her tongue slide gently over the thin skin behind the little ear and just below her jawbone, and Ce’Nedra whimpered. She placed little butterfly kisses along her neck, and then she cupped one delicate little breast through the fabric of the Ulgo nightgown.
The princess gasped loudly and grabbed on to Polgara even more tightly as her fingers brushed against a hard nipple.
Polgara’s own nipples were hard, too; she was wet and hot, and if there had been any doubts on the matter, they were gone: this was no longer innocent comforting. It may be comforting, but it wasn’t innocent.
As if Ce’Nedra had heard her thoughts, she reached down and began pulling at her nightgown, pulling it up and over her thighs.
“Oh please”, she whispered faintly, “here… touch me…”
Ce’Nedra was hot and ready, wanting, needing, to be touched, and when she offered herself to Polgara like that, Polgara couldn’t refuse.
I shouldn’t do this with Garion’s future bride, she told herself, but the damage was more or less already done, and neither of the two youths knew how their destinies were related, so what harm could it do? When Ce’Nedra obviously wanted it so badly?
“Oh, little princess”, she whispered hoarsely, “you’ve already been dreaming of this before, haven’t you?”
“Yes”, Ce’Nedra confessed with a blush, “yes, Polgara…”
If so, Polgara thought irrationally, then it has already happened…
She knew of course that it wasn’t really true, but nonetheless she reached out her hand and did what she was asked to do. Polgara didn’t normally let herself be commanded when she was in bed with anyone, be it a princess, a horseman or a knight, but once in a while, she could take pleasure in following an order. Especially when it wasn’t really an order at all, but uttered as a plea by a panting girl, almost beside herself with desire.
Polgara pushed Ce’Nedra down onto the mattress, forced her legs wider apart, and listened to the sounds of pleasure as she treated the little sensitive spot with all her expertise. She teased the girl’s slick entrance, wondering if she should go there. But then she did. The girl bucked her hips, eagerly, and Polgara pushed a finger in, and Ce’Nedra groaned. Polgara’s movements were slow at first, slow and gentle just like the kisses had been, but then she intensified her thrusts, to the rhythm of Ce’Nedra’s breathing, until Ce’Nedra arched her back and cried out her pleasure.
After a few seconds, their eyes met. Ce’Nedra’s eyes were burning, and Polgara couldn’t see any regrets in them, only lust.
Polgara held her in her arms and kissed her gently, waiting for the rhythm of her heart to go back to something more like normal again.
Then, with her eyes steadily fixed on Ce’Nedra’s, she got up from the bed and began removing her clothes. She moved slowly, as if performing some ancient ritual dance, and she took off her skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, leaving her in her underskirt and blouse.
The blouse had ribbons and laces that held it together, and she held out her hand to Ce’Nedra.
“Come”, she said, “help me with this…”
Not that she needed help, but if it was any time when the princess should help someone with their clothes…
Ce’Nedras’s little Dryad fingers were shaking slightly when she, naked, were standing in front of Polgara. She was a little shy still, and it made Polgara smile. She kissed her, and hastily removed the rest of her own clothes.
“Come, dear”, she said, “touch me now… like this…”
She guided Ce’Nedra’s hand, and while the girl might never have touched anybody like that before, she was a quick learner.
Dryads were always good lovers. Polgara had her doubts about Tolnedrans, but Ce’Nedra proved to be a combination of the best of both.
***
Afterwards, Polgara looked at her very seriously and said:
“I trust you understand that nothing more can come of this, Ce’Nedra.”
Ce’Nedra looked at the beautiful, tall sorceress - she looked even taller now that she was standing up and Ce’Nedra was lying down - and considered her words.
“Of course”, she said after a moment’s reflection, “I understand. I am a princess and I have certain duties to fulfil. I will marry a suitable man when the time comes. I have always known that.”
She had always known. She had never allowed herself any sadness because of that, and she wasn’t going to start now.
“Of course”, Polgara nodded. “I know. I just wanted to make sure. And no regrets?”
Ce’Nedra shook her head and smiled. No, never any regrets! It may never happen again, she was aware of that, but it had happened that night that she had held a sorceress in her arms, and she was never going to be anything else than proud of that.
Lady Polgara looked kindly at her, and Ce’Nedra didn’t think that she was ever going to be afraid of her again.
“But promise me”, she said, “that you will come back safely, while I stay here in the dark caves of Ulgoland.”
“I promise you”, Polgara said. “Good night, princess.”
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