Dreams, Reality and Truth [5/?]
Title: Dreams, Reality and the Truth [5/?]
Author: Cara_Cersei
Pairing: Cara/Denna, tiny bit of implied Cara/Dahlia, implied Cara/Kahlan
Warnings: mention of training, most just horny Mord Sith :)
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: I own naught but the plot :(
Summary: Cara and Denna are alone and Cara relieves some of their history.
A/N: a huge thanks to madame_denna who has helped my with this whole story :)
Please review if you have a spare few seconds :)
Cara lay naked on a luxurious four poster bed in Denna's private quarters. Denna sat next to her, idly stoking Cara's hair with a leather clad hand. She rolled over so her mouth was by Cara's ear.
She sucked Cara's earlobe into her mouth, kissing it feverently. "Tell me why you love me Cara?"
Cara sighed inwardly, she hated this, these questions. She loathed pretending Denna was the only thing she cared about, but she had no choice. Denna had already proved that any questioning of her orders would earn Kahlan a whipping. Seeing that Kahlan's face contort with pain as the whip kissed her back was worse than a beating with the agiel. Never again would she let her feel such pain, she would protect Kahlan.
So she cast her mind back to when she truly was Denna's. She replied as would have then. "You are my Mistress". It was simple but never failed to please Denna.
She could feel the breath of Denna's smile against her head. "Do you remember how I became your Mistress, how I turned you from a cocky novice to a devoted pet?"
The question threw Cara as memories of her training bombarded her, overwhelming her. "Vividly," she whispered as she surrendered to the onslaught of her past.
Pride flushed through Cara as she stood straight among the other novices who had been earned the chance to serve in the temple of Mistress Denna herself, the right hand of Lord Rahl. There were only five of them. Of course Cara and her Dahlia had made it; they were the best.
Today they were finally meeting Denna herself and Cara was tingling with excitement, thinking how one day it could be her, not Denna who stood by Lord Rahl.
Measured footsteps against the hard stone floor signaled Denna's approach. When she came face to face with Cara, Cara felt the air leave her lungs in a quick rush.
Before her stood the single most attractive women Cara had ever seen. She oozed power and sexuality. Cara was entranced. Her appearance was immaculate, her platinum blonde hair tightly braided. Dark red lips pursed in thought as the Mistress looked her new novice up and down. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Welcome to my temple Novice Cara, I trust you will adapt to life here." the soft husky tones of her drawl stirred Cara and she realized she had started to drip slightly.
Then Denna moved on.
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It was several months before Cara had the opportunity to meet with Denna again, and it was not under the circumstances she would have chosen.
The agiel slammed into her side, Cara fought against the pain, refusing to scream, to show weakness. Denna kept it up, unrelenting, she seemed to have an instinctual knack for touching Cara where it hurt her most.
Eventually it stopped. Denna put her face up close to Cara, they were alone in Denna's private quarters, Cara hanging, Denna standing right in front of her.
"Do you understand why you are here Cara?" She nodded, "Yes Mistress Denna."
Denna frowned, looking her in the eyes, sending a thrill down Cara's spine.
"Mord Sith follow orders Cara, it is the definition of who we are. You intrigue me, but I will not tolerate disobedience."
She inched closer to Cara, breathing her in, seeming to suck the very air between them away. "You make me wet," her voice was like a breath, so quiet Cara was unsure she had even said.
All doubt disappeared as Denna sucked her mouth in hers, she pushed against Cara, drowning her sense of self. Pleasure roared through Cara as she heard the unmistakable whine agiel, and then something not quite pain or pleasure, but something in between consumed her.
Denna pulled back, Cara looked at her through tear filled eyes.
"We are bonded," she whispered intimately, "bonded through the pain of the agiel."
Denna smirked, as if sensing the memories racing through Cara.
"You are mine, Cara, for life...Now fuck me..."
Cara hated the truth of her dreams, that she and Denna were bonded for life; but once again it was her reality.
Author: Cara_Cersei
Pairing: Cara/Denna, tiny bit of implied Cara/Dahlia, implied Cara/Kahlan
Warnings: mention of training, most just horny Mord Sith :)
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: I own naught but the plot :(
Summary: Cara and Denna are alone and Cara relieves some of their history.
A/N: a huge thanks to madame_denna who has helped my with this whole story :)
Please review if you have a spare few seconds :)
Cara lay naked on a luxurious four poster bed in Denna's private quarters. Denna sat next to her, idly stoking Cara's hair with a leather clad hand. She rolled over so her mouth was by Cara's ear.
She sucked Cara's earlobe into her mouth, kissing it feverently. "Tell me why you love me Cara?"
Cara sighed inwardly, she hated this, these questions. She loathed pretending Denna was the only thing she cared about, but she had no choice. Denna had already proved that any questioning of her orders would earn Kahlan a whipping. Seeing that Kahlan's face contort with pain as the whip kissed her back was worse than a beating with the agiel. Never again would she let her feel such pain, she would protect Kahlan.
So she cast her mind back to when she truly was Denna's. She replied as would have then. "You are my Mistress". It was simple but never failed to please Denna.
She could feel the breath of Denna's smile against her head. "Do you remember how I became your Mistress, how I turned you from a cocky novice to a devoted pet?"
The question threw Cara as memories of her training bombarded her, overwhelming her. "Vividly," she whispered as she surrendered to the onslaught of her past.
Pride flushed through Cara as she stood straight among the other novices who had been earned the chance to serve in the temple of Mistress Denna herself, the right hand of Lord Rahl. There were only five of them. Of course Cara and her Dahlia had made it; they were the best.
Today they were finally meeting Denna herself and Cara was tingling with excitement, thinking how one day it could be her, not Denna who stood by Lord Rahl.
Measured footsteps against the hard stone floor signaled Denna's approach. When she came face to face with Cara, Cara felt the air leave her lungs in a quick rush.
Before her stood the single most attractive women Cara had ever seen. She oozed power and sexuality. Cara was entranced. Her appearance was immaculate, her platinum blonde hair tightly braided. Dark red lips pursed in thought as the Mistress looked her new novice up and down. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Welcome to my temple Novice Cara, I trust you will adapt to life here." the soft husky tones of her drawl stirred Cara and she realized she had started to drip slightly.
Then Denna moved on.
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It was several months before Cara had the opportunity to meet with Denna again, and it was not under the circumstances she would have chosen.
The agiel slammed into her side, Cara fought against the pain, refusing to scream, to show weakness. Denna kept it up, unrelenting, she seemed to have an instinctual knack for touching Cara where it hurt her most.
Eventually it stopped. Denna put her face up close to Cara, they were alone in Denna's private quarters, Cara hanging, Denna standing right in front of her.
"Do you understand why you are here Cara?" She nodded, "Yes Mistress Denna."
Denna frowned, looking her in the eyes, sending a thrill down Cara's spine.
"Mord Sith follow orders Cara, it is the definition of who we are. You intrigue me, but I will not tolerate disobedience."
She inched closer to Cara, breathing her in, seeming to suck the very air between them away. "You make me wet," her voice was like a breath, so quiet Cara was unsure she had even said.
All doubt disappeared as Denna sucked her mouth in hers, she pushed against Cara, drowning her sense of self. Pleasure roared through Cara as she heard the unmistakable whine agiel, and then something not quite pain or pleasure, but something in between consumed her.
Denna pulled back, Cara looked at her through tear filled eyes.
"We are bonded," she whispered intimately, "bonded through the pain of the agiel."
Denna smirked, as if sensing the memories racing through Cara.
"You are mine, Cara, for life...Now fuck me..."
Cara hated the truth of her dreams, that she and Denna were bonded for life; but once again it was her reality.