Castle Pendragon 3/?
Cara ate her fill of the feast Morgan had her servants prepare. She doubted even the Lord Rahl had eaten this good, and it was all for her. There were only a few things Cara could never resist, sex, good food and a fight. So far, all she was missing was sex. After being tackled into Morgan's bed, she had a feeling her night would be heading to the latter.
Morgan was pleased with how Cara ate her fill of the meal her kitchen staff prepared. She watched with dark eyes as Cara finished, picking at her own food in the process. She wasn't so hungry for sustenance and had almost let Cara know by ending up on the bed. Morgan held back her desires and had some of the serving women take away the empty plates. An unfeigned yawn escaped her as she stood, and she knew it was time. “Come with me, Cara.”
When Cara was called, she followed. Morgan led her down the corridor leading to her room and turned the corner. Another pair of double doors were opened and a rustic but well furnished room was uncovered. Furs covered the bed and some of the windows, as well as a full length mirror to the side of the bed and a washbasin. Cara nearly frowned at the sight, a new room greatly decreasing her chances at having an eventful night.
“You will sleep here tonight.” Morgan petted the bed as she looked over to Cara. “I hope the room is to your liking.” She heard Cara huff and she nearly smirked in return. “Lady Morgan, I would be better guarding outside your chambers for the night. Sisters of the Agiel rarely sleep, unless we are ordered.” When Cara saw Morgan's grin grow, she knew she had said the wrong thing. “As Lady Morgan Pendragon, princess and regent of this castle, I command you to spend the night in this room. And you will sleep, lest you displease me and I must punish you, Mistress Cara of the Sisters of the Agiel and guardian of Castle Pendragon. You would do well not to cross me.”
Cara bowed her head at the order from her Mistress and moved to open the door. She looked up as she felt Morgan's hand on her cheek, kneeling before her as if she had been trained. When Morgan left, Cara retreated to the bed and stripped out of her leathers. Burying herself under the covers, she relieved herself of the sexual tension Morgan had allowed to build up in her system. She reached the peak of her pleasure with the whine of her Agiel below the covers, and then fell asleep.
Morgan retired to her room and had Vivian draw her a bath before bed. Her lady-in-waiting stayed to aid her wash and comb her hair before she fell asleep. Cara was up well before Morgan, almost deliberately before she dressed in her leather and cleaned up in order to stand guard at Morgan's door. It was well before dawn when Cara dismissed the male guards at the door to get some sleep of their own.
It was ritual for Morgan to wake up before dawn and take a walk to get in tune with her gifts. She had to know why Igraine was chosen, why she was forced to suffer the form of the woman who had condemned her own mother to death. The voices gave her enough to information to keep her oddly frustrated every moment she could not control the gift and bend it to her will. She huffed and shift and heavy cloak with a pair of boots before leaving her chambers.
Cara heard the door move before Morgan could see her in the shadows. She stood still as Morgan opened the doors and looked around curiously for her guards. She watched Morgan scan the hallway, searching before she shut the doors behind her. “Cara, I thought I told you to stay in bed.” When a growl grew from the other side of the hallway, Morgan knew where Cara was.
Morgan flung open her chamber doors and ushered Cara in. At the prospect of being in Morgan's room again, Cara gladly followed. “Now sleep until I return.” Cara protested but Morgan's mind was already made. “I have walked many nights in my own land and I'm still alive. If you prefer to sleep in a gown, feel free to one.” Cara heard the doors close and the guards return. She paced the room, toying with a few of the heirlooms sitting around the room. There were more than a few interesting swords, clothes and a table full of potion makings.
Soon, she grew tired of exploring and smirked to herself as she laid out like a cat across Morgan's bed. Folding her hands behind her head and against the pillow, she closed her eyes and began to nap. When Morgan returned, she was careful to make little noise as she entered. She grinned at the sight of Cara sprawled across her bed, eyes closed but with her leather still on. Morgan hoped she would have picked a dress, since she had seen Cara in nothing but leather since her arrival.
Cara didn't hear Morgan enter, but she heard the boots against the floor as they approached. No matter how quiet Morgan could be, she could not out stealth a Mord Sith. Instead of waking her, Morgan fiddled quietly with her potions and poured a few drops of lavender along with another scented vial. Cara yawned to attract attention as she watched Morgan work through slitted eyes.
As Morgan heard the feminine noise, she smirked and looked to the bed over her shoulder. “Finally awake are we? Isn't that leather difficult to sleep in?” She wandered around the table and sealed the bottle she handled, finally sauntering over to the bed. Cara shook her head, sitting up. “Sisters of the Agiel wear nothing but leather. Red in battle, brown in leisure and white when we have broken someone.”
The witch took a seat beside Cara, listening intently. “When you have broken someone? With what, your agiel?” She questioned, eyes flicking to the weapons still at the blonde's waist. She imagined torture with that weapon would be unbearable. Cara sucked in a breath before replying. “Breaking someone is making them submit. Training them to obey by the pain the agiel causes. When I am done training someone, they will only do what I order them until I dismiss them from my service. They are forever altered.”
Morgan nodded to herself and Cara's words. “I see where the Mistress comes from.” Cara smirked, leaning on her arms as she sat up to close in some of the space. She had been cheated the night before and would work her way back up to the same closeness. “It sounds much better when you say it.” She saw Morgan chuckle and she knew she had not overstepped her boundaries. “With those eyes and that grin, Cara, I bet you could get me to say anything you have a mind for.”
The Mord Sith reached out and stroked Morgan's chin and licked her own lips. “Why don't you say, 'I'm sorry for teasing you last night Cara, I won't ever pin you up against anything unless I wish to be unable to walk for a fortnight.' It would be good start.” Morgan's laugh was playful and her brow rose at the sentiment. “But what if I want to be unable to walk for a fortnight..” She leaned closer and licked Cara's lip. “..would you carry me around? ”
Cara growled and pressed Morgan back against the bed. “I will do anything you tell me to, Lady Morgan.” The Mord Sith leaned down and laid a series of kisses down Morgan's neck. Morgan squirmed under her and Cara heard a moan escape. “Are you alright, my lady?” She heard Morgan mew and felt a bare leg lock around her own. “Stop talking Cara.” Cara grinned and slid down between Morgan's legs, resting her head on her thigh. “As you wish, Lady Morgan.”