Cara's surprise.
Another written for lots_pornbattle.
Cara/HBIC!Kahlan, territory, mine, 'there's a difference between love making and fucking', Kahlan gets a magical cock.
When Cara first saw the compassionless version of Kahlan, she had almost killed her. Now, standing behind the same Kahlan in the Confessor's palace while she ate a meal with the surrounding rulers felt completely normal. In exchange for Zedd, Cara had pledged her fealty to the Confessor. That was as far as Richard knew. She just couldn't handle sappy Kahlan for another minute. And cold Kahlan was more than growing on her. Kahlan was much like Cara herself with a little less humour. She made up for it in sharp wit.
Cara knew every man around the table feared the Confessor and her personal bodyguard. Not even her oaths to Richard and Darken Rahl could have made her feel prouder as she stood beside the improved Kahlan. The discussion was getting heated and she could sense Kahlan's anger rising by the way she bantered back. Kahlan would never openly threaten another ruler especially with the delicate balances of alliances as of late. Cara knew where Kahlan would be letting out her frustrations.
When dinner ended, Cara caught an icy glare from Kahlan that couldn't have given more instruction if Kahlan had spoken to her directly. Cara headed back to Kahlan's chambers immediately, unfastening her braid as she walked. Before she tossed Kahlan's chamber door open, she was half undressed. Cara set her agiels down on a table and slid out of her leathers.
She laid out on the bed stark naked, tweaking her nipples to satiate some of the arousal the simple look from Kahlan had caused. The wetness pooled between her legs as she heard the doors open. “I thought I warned you to never start without me.” Kahlan was all predator as she walked to the bed, eyeing Cara with wild abandon. Cara's hands shot away from her chest. “I've left it for you, I promise.”
“Good girl.” Cara felt a growl rise in her throat but made sure it never created a sound. Kahlan was in control and Cara had learned to submit. In a second, Kahlan was above her with teeth against her neck. She whimpered her approval, throwing her hands up to pull Kahlan's dress away. This time, her hands were not slapped away. The Confessor really was riled. Cara touched nothing but the dress until it was removed, then set her hands back on the bed.
Cara knew how much Kahlan enjoyed to dominate and the simplest touch in the wrong spot at the wrong time could turn her off entirely, or force her to find a more obedient plaything. When Kahlan's lips drifted to her chest, Cara sighed and whined for more. She knew how much the brunette above her enjoyed being praised for her efforts, so she took the volume up a notch. It wasn't faked.
She cried out when the tips of Kahlan's fingers brushed against her core. “So wet.” Cara nodded in agreement as Kahlan's skilled hands penetrated her. Her back arched into Kahlan's chest and her hips bucked into her relentless palm, needing release. The Confessor's name left her lips when she bit into Cara's neck, followed by a series of heavy moans as she began to heat up.
All of a sudden, Kahlan's hand was gone. Cara felt the loss. She closed her eyes and dropped back on the bed, writhing in need. “On your hands and knees.” Cara snapped to attention and rested on her elbows and knees, ass facing Kahlan. She let out a long moan as she felt a long member slide past into her heat an adjoining moan from her partner.
She howled as she was stretched, whatever Kahlan was using was much longer and thicker than her fingers. Cara might have assumed it were an agiel, but she only felt pleasure. It wasn't supposed to be there, but she wasn't about to complain. Cara looked back at Kahlan, eyes half lidded as she watched Kahlan thrust into her. Bucking back into Kahlan's acquired appendage, Cara tried to draw noises from the usually silent Kahlan.
Kahlan grabbed a fistful of hair and Cara leaned into the pull until her back was flush with the Confessor's body. “Who are you?” Cara rested her head on Kahlan's shoulder, panting and moaning as she thrust herself against Kahlan's hips. “Your toy, your whore, Mistress.” Cara felt the pleasure rising as Kahlan panted into her neck. She would have said anything in this moment. The Mord Sith sucked in a breath as Kahlan began to speak, fearing she had said something wrong. “No, you are my concubine. And you will mother the line of Confessors.”
Cara squealed in surprise at Kahlan's words and her impending orgasm, her noises drowning out Kahlan's hurried pants. Her pleasure hit her like a truck, with help from Kahlan's hand against her clit. Kahlan was not far behind. She felt the pulse of the appendage and the room crackle with power. Cara grew limp against Kahlan's body as Kahlan slipped from her. “Do you love me?” Cara grinned as she was pulled down into the bed, exhausted but still herself. “Never.”