Fic: Decadence (Cara/Kahlan)
Title: Decadence
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. That's right, I wrote PWP. Oh, and it's gender swap. Set after Tears.
A/N: So I wrote a sequel to Switched, read that first or else this won't make sense. Written to entertain browneyed813. Comments are love.
She is beauty. Even in his body. She shines through. In the eyes. The quirk of the lips. The way it moves. So different from him. Even if it is his outer shell. Makes it her own. Like everything.
Like sex. Passionate. Loving. Gentle. Powerful. Even in another body. Treats me like a woman. Not something that’s easily broken. It is so very. Truely. Utterly. Cara.
We visit Zedd. Of course we do. Eventually.
Spend a few days locked in my chambers. Making the most. Of what we have. Making up for lost time. Lost oppurtunies. Just in case. Just because. This moment. This chance. May be all we are allowed.
Richard had already been. Panicked. Distraught. Together they’d tried to enter. Turned away. The Mother Confessor demanding not to be disturbed. Time and again. Refuse entrance. To all but food. Thank the Spirits for my guards. Their loyalty rewarded well. When we finally emerge.
Zedd had days to prepare. By the time we arrived, he’s waiting. Poured over books and scrolls. Questioned wizards. Even summoned Shota. To no avail. His words reach my ears. Yet I am not worried. Do not mind. Her hand in mine. Her strength fills me. As she will soon.
Dismiss ourselves. Quickly. Strange seeing confusio on Cara’s face. Stranger still. Knowing it is not her mind inside.
Zedd simply smiles. Knowingly. Promises to keep looking. To keep us imformed.
Half run. Half walk. Back to my chambers. Back to the bed. Barely making it. Tearing at clothes. Grasping at skin. Pushing against walls. Rough. Passionate. Needing. More. Kisses get deeper. Hotter. Hungrier.
Until the door slams shut. And I am pushed against it. Almost hard enough to bruise. Almost.
Bodies grind. Her cock between my legs. Soon covered in my wetness. Teeth on skin. Moans on lips. Sweat on tongues.
Pant my need. Breathy in her ear. She knows what I want. Just what I need. Here. Now. Oh Spirits how I need her now.
Drags me to the bed. Bends me over it. Kicking my legs apart. The brutality. Softness. And she’s inside me. Deep. Taking me. Hard. Fast. From behind. Pounding. Thrusting. Penetrating. Me and everything I am. Until I come. Screaming. Moaning. Begging for more.
Finally collapse. Hours later. Spent.
***
A few more days. Full of passionate need. Real life on hold. Aydindril continues on. Without the Mother Confessor. A brief reprieve. From duty. Reality. They do anything for their beloved queen. Including this. Including letting her get laid. Well. Repeatedly. Thoroughly.
But after a week it breaks through. Through even the sex filled haze. It starts small. A meeting here and there. Until we slip, so easily, into a routine.
Manage to keep the switch secret. Or if people know, they say nothing. Act like everything is normal. Nothing strange. I attend meetings. Pass judgements. Build relations. With Richard my seeming guard. Silent and stoic. So unlike Richard.
For her part Cara keeps up the charade. Such as it is. Diplomacy. Trade agreements. Troop withdrawals. Her idea of true torture. Yet she suits the role. It fits her. Better than she’d admit.
And we steal kisses. Inquiet moments. Alone. Secret. Enjoying our intimacy.
And the day ends. Darkness blankets the city. Domesticity falls. Meals taken together. Dignitaries entertained. As Seeker and Mother confessor. As Lord Rahl and his future wife.
Until we climb into bed. Our bed. When we are just us. Just Kahlan and Cara. Just together. And we make love. Each time like the first. All over again. Come with her. Buried inside me. Completing me. As only she can.
Finally curl up. Sated. Bodies tangled. Awkward initially. Now so natural. My head on her chest. Her arms around me. Hear her heart beat. For me. And she whispers. Sweet, gentle words. Of love. Romance. When she thinks I’m sleeping.
This is bliss. This is life. More than I ever imagined. And more than I am allowed.
***
Weeks. That is all. Before our world is shaken. No magic. No war. No quest. Not by anything we expected. Nor anything we could fight.
But by the slight swell of my stomach. The churning in my gut each morning. By my even more insatiable hunger. For Cara. Everywhere. Every moment. Even my Mord’Sith struggles. To keep up. More often I am brought to release by fingers and tongue. The spirit willing. The flesh is weak.
It is Cara who insists. That something is off. That we visit Zedd. Worry etched across Richard’s face. Such an unusual expression there. I cannot argue. Not with her. When she looks that way.
So we go. See him, in secret. Knowing the answer we seek. Fearing it. As I never had before. We still have not said the word. The thought clawing at my mind. Begging to be released. To just be thought. So permenant. Final. So many implications. Cannot even fathom.
Zedd’s hand hovers. Scanning my abdomen. And it clenches. Nothing to do with the sickness of this morning. But my new found terror. Of the life within me. Of her leaving. So afraid. She will leave. Run. Flee. Escape.
Try to will myself. To meet her eyes. To search them. For the truth she can never hide. Not from me. Still I cannot. In case I see the panic. The fight or flight response. Cannot help thinking. She never signed up for this.
When Zedd turns to me. That is the moment. When I know for certain. But before he utters a word. Before her even forms them in his mind. Cara is there. At my side. Hand in mine. Holding tightly. And I breathe again.
Her smile. On Richard’s face. Rivals even my own at the news.
Later that night she will make love to me. Reverently. Lovingly. Thanking me. For giving her everything she never knew she wanted.
Later still she will whisper of family. When she thinks I slumber. Of our children’s names. Teaching them the ways of a warrior, healer and teacher. Of the games they will play. That they will look like her. Not him.
And in that moment I will know. Ceremony or no. She is my mate. In this body. In any other. In this life. In all others.
But for now, this is enough. Knowing that she did not run.
***
I find out how true she is. Only two days later.
We leave Aydindril. To tour the outlying towns. Help those unable to seek court. Sleep a night in an inn. No one bats an eyelid. As I and Cara share a room. Mother Confessor and Seeker sharing long loud nights of passion.
Wake nauseous. As always recently. Sun stinging my eyes. Turn to Cara. Find I am alone. Panic hits me. Hard in the chest. Search the room. Confusions heaps on top of nauseous.
I am not in my bed. Our room. Look down. Where I expect to see swollen breasts, there are none. Only pectorals and abs. And they are not mine.
Scramble out of bed to the mirror. Trip over sheets. As Cara bursts into my room. This room. The room I woke in. Croak out my surprise. As I stand there. Naked.
“Leo...I mean...Kahlan?”
Confused. Frightened. Two seconds to search my eyes. And her arms are around me. Two male bodes. Fit strangely. Just familiar enough. To know this is real.
Dress. As soon as we separate. Go downstairs. Still have not grasped it. Until I see them. Us. Our bodies. Talking. And not being the one doing it.
We eat. In silence. Set Leo up with easy tasks. Richard left as body guard. I need air. Need to breathe. To process.
Take a moment. Once we hit the forest. To smell the flowers. Enjoy the breeze. The release. Of weight from my shoulders. Of worries from my mind. Though it does not take long. Until it is not enough. Until the hunger fills me. Even in this strange body. Now it is simply more obvious. From the hunger in Cara’s eyes, she has noticed already.
Her pants are stretched. Mirroring my own. Our breathing already laboured. But we must restrain ourselves. Must behave. For now.
Without a word spoken. Head back towards the inn. But we don’t make it. Not to the room. Not even upstairs. Where we’d be safe. Private. Cannot wait that long. Nor risk Leo and Richard’s suspicions. Or townsfolks conversation. I need her. Here. Now. In the barn. In a stall. Desperately. Maddeningly. Need release.
Kiss hungrily. Rub my hand against her. Feel the hardness underneath the leather. Consider taking her. In my mouth. The way I know she loves. But I need release too. Unfasten my pants. Grasp the unfamiliar shaft firmly. Stroke vigorously. As Cara taught me. Grit my teeth. Buck hips. Close already.
Cara enjoys te show. Her own pants abandoned. Hand around her cock. Pumping quickly. Driving me ever closer.
“Kahlan...I want to...come...inside you”
I don’t understand. Never imagined such a situation. Place myself in her hands. As always. Take her lead. Let her press me against the gate. Hear her slather her cock in saliva. Feel the sting. Feel the fullness. As she enters me. Feel my own cock twitch. Just let myself feel. Everything. All of it. Every movement. Every touch.
A few thrusts. And I am keening. Breathless. Gripping wood. Holding tight. Just to stay on my feet. A few more. And she is there with me. Shuddering. Panting. Know the tightness in her balls matches my own. And all we need is just one more. Press back against her. As she thrusts forward. Deep. So very deep. Deeper than before. And I explode. Spurt all over. Feel her fill my ass too. Crying out. With me. In true, unbridled passion.
Open my eyes. Slight blur around the edges. Until I make out the shapes. Me and Cara standing. Staring. Dumbstruck. Horrified at the sight. My body storms off. Followed quickly by Cara’s.
We collapse. Laughing. Do not even realise. She is still inside me. And we are both hard. Again.
***
After the mishap. And several weeks of sex. Rampant sex. Carnal, hot sex. All over the countryside. We return to Aydindril. Leo and Richard in tow. Getting their revenge. By fucking each other’s brains out. Revenge only a man would think up. At least one trapped in a beautiful woman’s body. With another man i the same place.
Visit Zedd. Immediately this time. All four of us. And when he can finally breathe, once the laughing fit subsides, he enlightens us. That this is of our own doing.
Dismissing Leo and Richard, he elaborates.
We caused the magic. Simply put. From our own insecurity. Of ourselves. Of the way the other feels. Fear we are not enough for the other. So we try. To be what we think the other wants. Needs. To fulfil the others desires. As we each see them.
Cara thought I only wanted a family. A mate. One the world would accept. One I could let myself be with. Be free with. One i knew I would not hurt.
I thought she wanted more. Than me. Than a woman torn. Between duty and love. More than what I could offer. A way out. Of a situation she had not expected. And I had wanted the freedom. The break from duty. The ease she had shared with Leo. Before.
And so finally we talk. As Zedd suggests. Bare our souls. Lay out truths. Some we knew. Some unexpected. Stay up until dawn. Just talking. Cannecting.
The next morning we wake. We wake. In separate beds. In our own bodies. In the real world.
Meet in my chambers. Most importantly. We wake to life that day. Our life. Our new life together.
***
When our first child is born, it all changed again. The entire world. Turned upside down. And a hell of a lot stickier.
Sex becomes rarer. But the intimacy. That becomes stronger. As I watch her read stories. Bounce our beautiful girl on her knee. When I wake. In the middle of the night. See her blonde head, resting on Cara’s chest. Breathing in sync. Happy in sleep.
Every day we grow closer. Stronger. More in love.
Thanks to Zedd’s potions, she is the first of three. Three beautiful girls. Happy. Healthy. Bright individuals. Swinging from Cara’s arms. Climbing on my knee. Heads filled. With stories of bravery. Love. Joy.
They have other uses. The potions. From time to time. Though the results are enjoyable. Nothing compared to the girls. Their green and blue eyes. The smiles on their faces. Their warm bodies when they sneak into bed in the night.
We were mated. Two ceremonies. A public wedding. Private Mord’Sith mating. Before our first born enters the world. Every year, we return to the woods. Or an inn. On that date. Spend the night. Being just us. Not mothers or leaders. Just Cara and Kahlan. For one night a year.
Still remember our wedding day. She stood on the balcony. Full Rahl regalia. Vest and leather pants. Smirk on her face. As she saw me. Every inch the woman I travelled with. Every inch the leader she has become. Love shining through her eyes.
Richard gave up his throne. Built a cabin in the woods. Lives there with Leo.
So we rule the two nations. Live in peace. Prosperity. Nations married the day we did. Both blossoming. Feeding one another. Building a new world.
A new world. A new future. For us. For our children. For everyone’s children.
And every night I fall asleep beside her. Head resting on her chest. Her arms around me. Listening to her heart beat. Just for me.
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP. That's right, I wrote PWP. Oh, and it's gender swap. Set after Tears.
A/N: So I wrote a sequel to Switched, read that first or else this won't make sense. Written to entertain browneyed813. Comments are love.
She is beauty. Even in his body. She shines through. In the eyes. The quirk of the lips. The way it moves. So different from him. Even if it is his outer shell. Makes it her own. Like everything.
Like sex. Passionate. Loving. Gentle. Powerful. Even in another body. Treats me like a woman. Not something that’s easily broken. It is so very. Truely. Utterly. Cara.
We visit Zedd. Of course we do. Eventually.
Spend a few days locked in my chambers. Making the most. Of what we have. Making up for lost time. Lost oppurtunies. Just in case. Just because. This moment. This chance. May be all we are allowed.
Richard had already been. Panicked. Distraught. Together they’d tried to enter. Turned away. The Mother Confessor demanding not to be disturbed. Time and again. Refuse entrance. To all but food. Thank the Spirits for my guards. Their loyalty rewarded well. When we finally emerge.
Zedd had days to prepare. By the time we arrived, he’s waiting. Poured over books and scrolls. Questioned wizards. Even summoned Shota. To no avail. His words reach my ears. Yet I am not worried. Do not mind. Her hand in mine. Her strength fills me. As she will soon.
Dismiss ourselves. Quickly. Strange seeing confusio on Cara’s face. Stranger still. Knowing it is not her mind inside.
Zedd simply smiles. Knowingly. Promises to keep looking. To keep us imformed.
Half run. Half walk. Back to my chambers. Back to the bed. Barely making it. Tearing at clothes. Grasping at skin. Pushing against walls. Rough. Passionate. Needing. More. Kisses get deeper. Hotter. Hungrier.
Until the door slams shut. And I am pushed against it. Almost hard enough to bruise. Almost.
Bodies grind. Her cock between my legs. Soon covered in my wetness. Teeth on skin. Moans on lips. Sweat on tongues.
Pant my need. Breathy in her ear. She knows what I want. Just what I need. Here. Now. Oh Spirits how I need her now.
Drags me to the bed. Bends me over it. Kicking my legs apart. The brutality. Softness. And she’s inside me. Deep. Taking me. Hard. Fast. From behind. Pounding. Thrusting. Penetrating. Me and everything I am. Until I come. Screaming. Moaning. Begging for more.
Finally collapse. Hours later. Spent.
***
A few more days. Full of passionate need. Real life on hold. Aydindril continues on. Without the Mother Confessor. A brief reprieve. From duty. Reality. They do anything for their beloved queen. Including this. Including letting her get laid. Well. Repeatedly. Thoroughly.
But after a week it breaks through. Through even the sex filled haze. It starts small. A meeting here and there. Until we slip, so easily, into a routine.
Manage to keep the switch secret. Or if people know, they say nothing. Act like everything is normal. Nothing strange. I attend meetings. Pass judgements. Build relations. With Richard my seeming guard. Silent and stoic. So unlike Richard.
For her part Cara keeps up the charade. Such as it is. Diplomacy. Trade agreements. Troop withdrawals. Her idea of true torture. Yet she suits the role. It fits her. Better than she’d admit.
And we steal kisses. Inquiet moments. Alone. Secret. Enjoying our intimacy.
And the day ends. Darkness blankets the city. Domesticity falls. Meals taken together. Dignitaries entertained. As Seeker and Mother confessor. As Lord Rahl and his future wife.
Until we climb into bed. Our bed. When we are just us. Just Kahlan and Cara. Just together. And we make love. Each time like the first. All over again. Come with her. Buried inside me. Completing me. As only she can.
Finally curl up. Sated. Bodies tangled. Awkward initially. Now so natural. My head on her chest. Her arms around me. Hear her heart beat. For me. And she whispers. Sweet, gentle words. Of love. Romance. When she thinks I’m sleeping.
This is bliss. This is life. More than I ever imagined. And more than I am allowed.
***
Weeks. That is all. Before our world is shaken. No magic. No war. No quest. Not by anything we expected. Nor anything we could fight.
But by the slight swell of my stomach. The churning in my gut each morning. By my even more insatiable hunger. For Cara. Everywhere. Every moment. Even my Mord’Sith struggles. To keep up. More often I am brought to release by fingers and tongue. The spirit willing. The flesh is weak.
It is Cara who insists. That something is off. That we visit Zedd. Worry etched across Richard’s face. Such an unusual expression there. I cannot argue. Not with her. When she looks that way.
So we go. See him, in secret. Knowing the answer we seek. Fearing it. As I never had before. We still have not said the word. The thought clawing at my mind. Begging to be released. To just be thought. So permenant. Final. So many implications. Cannot even fathom.
Zedd’s hand hovers. Scanning my abdomen. And it clenches. Nothing to do with the sickness of this morning. But my new found terror. Of the life within me. Of her leaving. So afraid. She will leave. Run. Flee. Escape.
Try to will myself. To meet her eyes. To search them. For the truth she can never hide. Not from me. Still I cannot. In case I see the panic. The fight or flight response. Cannot help thinking. She never signed up for this.
When Zedd turns to me. That is the moment. When I know for certain. But before he utters a word. Before her even forms them in his mind. Cara is there. At my side. Hand in mine. Holding tightly. And I breathe again.
Her smile. On Richard’s face. Rivals even my own at the news.
Later that night she will make love to me. Reverently. Lovingly. Thanking me. For giving her everything she never knew she wanted.
Later still she will whisper of family. When she thinks I slumber. Of our children’s names. Teaching them the ways of a warrior, healer and teacher. Of the games they will play. That they will look like her. Not him.
And in that moment I will know. Ceremony or no. She is my mate. In this body. In any other. In this life. In all others.
But for now, this is enough. Knowing that she did not run.
***
I find out how true she is. Only two days later.
We leave Aydindril. To tour the outlying towns. Help those unable to seek court. Sleep a night in an inn. No one bats an eyelid. As I and Cara share a room. Mother Confessor and Seeker sharing long loud nights of passion.
Wake nauseous. As always recently. Sun stinging my eyes. Turn to Cara. Find I am alone. Panic hits me. Hard in the chest. Search the room. Confusions heaps on top of nauseous.
I am not in my bed. Our room. Look down. Where I expect to see swollen breasts, there are none. Only pectorals and abs. And they are not mine.
Scramble out of bed to the mirror. Trip over sheets. As Cara bursts into my room. This room. The room I woke in. Croak out my surprise. As I stand there. Naked.
“Leo...I mean...Kahlan?”
Confused. Frightened. Two seconds to search my eyes. And her arms are around me. Two male bodes. Fit strangely. Just familiar enough. To know this is real.
Dress. As soon as we separate. Go downstairs. Still have not grasped it. Until I see them. Us. Our bodies. Talking. And not being the one doing it.
We eat. In silence. Set Leo up with easy tasks. Richard left as body guard. I need air. Need to breathe. To process.
Take a moment. Once we hit the forest. To smell the flowers. Enjoy the breeze. The release. Of weight from my shoulders. Of worries from my mind. Though it does not take long. Until it is not enough. Until the hunger fills me. Even in this strange body. Now it is simply more obvious. From the hunger in Cara’s eyes, she has noticed already.
Her pants are stretched. Mirroring my own. Our breathing already laboured. But we must restrain ourselves. Must behave. For now.
Without a word spoken. Head back towards the inn. But we don’t make it. Not to the room. Not even upstairs. Where we’d be safe. Private. Cannot wait that long. Nor risk Leo and Richard’s suspicions. Or townsfolks conversation. I need her. Here. Now. In the barn. In a stall. Desperately. Maddeningly. Need release.
Kiss hungrily. Rub my hand against her. Feel the hardness underneath the leather. Consider taking her. In my mouth. The way I know she loves. But I need release too. Unfasten my pants. Grasp the unfamiliar shaft firmly. Stroke vigorously. As Cara taught me. Grit my teeth. Buck hips. Close already.
Cara enjoys te show. Her own pants abandoned. Hand around her cock. Pumping quickly. Driving me ever closer.
“Kahlan...I want to...come...inside you”
I don’t understand. Never imagined such a situation. Place myself in her hands. As always. Take her lead. Let her press me against the gate. Hear her slather her cock in saliva. Feel the sting. Feel the fullness. As she enters me. Feel my own cock twitch. Just let myself feel. Everything. All of it. Every movement. Every touch.
A few thrusts. And I am keening. Breathless. Gripping wood. Holding tight. Just to stay on my feet. A few more. And she is there with me. Shuddering. Panting. Know the tightness in her balls matches my own. And all we need is just one more. Press back against her. As she thrusts forward. Deep. So very deep. Deeper than before. And I explode. Spurt all over. Feel her fill my ass too. Crying out. With me. In true, unbridled passion.
Open my eyes. Slight blur around the edges. Until I make out the shapes. Me and Cara standing. Staring. Dumbstruck. Horrified at the sight. My body storms off. Followed quickly by Cara’s.
We collapse. Laughing. Do not even realise. She is still inside me. And we are both hard. Again.
***
After the mishap. And several weeks of sex. Rampant sex. Carnal, hot sex. All over the countryside. We return to Aydindril. Leo and Richard in tow. Getting their revenge. By fucking each other’s brains out. Revenge only a man would think up. At least one trapped in a beautiful woman’s body. With another man i the same place.
Visit Zedd. Immediately this time. All four of us. And when he can finally breathe, once the laughing fit subsides, he enlightens us. That this is of our own doing.
Dismissing Leo and Richard, he elaborates.
We caused the magic. Simply put. From our own insecurity. Of ourselves. Of the way the other feels. Fear we are not enough for the other. So we try. To be what we think the other wants. Needs. To fulfil the others desires. As we each see them.
Cara thought I only wanted a family. A mate. One the world would accept. One I could let myself be with. Be free with. One i knew I would not hurt.
I thought she wanted more. Than me. Than a woman torn. Between duty and love. More than what I could offer. A way out. Of a situation she had not expected. And I had wanted the freedom. The break from duty. The ease she had shared with Leo. Before.
And so finally we talk. As Zedd suggests. Bare our souls. Lay out truths. Some we knew. Some unexpected. Stay up until dawn. Just talking. Cannecting.
The next morning we wake. We wake. In separate beds. In our own bodies. In the real world.
Meet in my chambers. Most importantly. We wake to life that day. Our life. Our new life together.
***
When our first child is born, it all changed again. The entire world. Turned upside down. And a hell of a lot stickier.
Sex becomes rarer. But the intimacy. That becomes stronger. As I watch her read stories. Bounce our beautiful girl on her knee. When I wake. In the middle of the night. See her blonde head, resting on Cara’s chest. Breathing in sync. Happy in sleep.
Every day we grow closer. Stronger. More in love.
Thanks to Zedd’s potions, she is the first of three. Three beautiful girls. Happy. Healthy. Bright individuals. Swinging from Cara’s arms. Climbing on my knee. Heads filled. With stories of bravery. Love. Joy.
They have other uses. The potions. From time to time. Though the results are enjoyable. Nothing compared to the girls. Their green and blue eyes. The smiles on their faces. Their warm bodies when they sneak into bed in the night.
We were mated. Two ceremonies. A public wedding. Private Mord’Sith mating. Before our first born enters the world. Every year, we return to the woods. Or an inn. On that date. Spend the night. Being just us. Not mothers or leaders. Just Cara and Kahlan. For one night a year.
Still remember our wedding day. She stood on the balcony. Full Rahl regalia. Vest and leather pants. Smirk on her face. As she saw me. Every inch the woman I travelled with. Every inch the leader she has become. Love shining through her eyes.
Richard gave up his throne. Built a cabin in the woods. Lives there with Leo.
So we rule the two nations. Live in peace. Prosperity. Nations married the day we did. Both blossoming. Feeding one another. Building a new world.
A new world. A new future. For us. For our children. For everyone’s children.
And every night I fall asleep beside her. Head resting on her chest. Her arms around me. Listening to her heart beat. Just for me.