Fic: Trained 11/11 (Cara/Kahlan/Denna, NC-17)
Title: Trained
Author: Lexus Grey
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan/Denna
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, violence, and BDSM. Denna gets her brand.
Disclaimer: The show nor the characters belong to me, I'm just borrowing the girls for fun. No money is being made from this work, no copyright infringement is intended.
AN: Well, I did it, I actually finished a chapter story! lol. I want to thank everyone who has been reading, and commenting, I appreciate it so much! Thank you all for the support. I hope you enjoy the last part!
Several days passed, and Denna was strong enough to travel. Several days after that her wounds were almost completely healed. She begged for Kahlan to mark her, while her Mistress brought her pleasure night after night, but Kahlan told her to be patient, that she didn't get to decide when it happened.
Kahlan finally made the decision when they were stopped over at an inn, the three girls in one room and the boys in another.
"Denna, take your clothes off and lie on the rug in front of the fire," she said absently while reading a page of a book.
Cara looked up from sharpening Kahlan's daggers, as she liked to do before bed, both to ensure they were at the highest quality to protect her Confessor during battle, and also because it soothed her. The rhythmic sound of steel on stone caressed her like a quiet lullaby.
Denna had been resting on the bed beside Kahlan, on her stomach, arms folded beneath her cheek. At the casual command, she blinked once, wondering if she'd imagined it, but sure she hadn't, and pushed up onto her hands, rolling over to sit on the edge of the bed and begin unlacing her dress.
"I'm going... hunting," Cara announced, laying the daggers on the table she sat at, pushing to her feet abruptly. "Any requests?"
"Rabbit," Kahlan said instantly, though they could buy a bowl of stew from the innkeeper. Fresh roasted meat was always better.
Denna's eyes twinkled as she slipped out of her dress and undergarments and headed for the white bearskin rug. "Shadrin liver."
"Shadrin liver?" Cara's lips twitched in amusement, her own eyes dancing as they locked with Denna's. "Quite a bold request for someone about to have her Mistress's mark seared into her... skin."
Kahlan didn't miss Denna's shiver, or the way she knelt carefully on the rug before stretching out on her back. "If you can't fell a shadrin..."
Cara closed the distance between them and knelt over Denna, leaning down to kiss her softly. "You'll have your shadrin liver," she promised in a whisper, trailing a fingertip over Denna's pouty lips as she stood and addressed Kahlan. "I won't be longer than a half candlemark, then I'll be waiting outside the door."
Kahlan put her book away and rose from the bed, embracing Cara and kissing her sweetly. "Okay," she acknowledged, biting her lip as she watched her lover go. When they were alone, she took a thin iron rod from her pack and approached Denna, who looked absolutely decadent stretched out on the bearskin rug, blonde hair curled around her shoulders and splayed everywhere else, blood-red lips parted slightly to reveal the bite of her teeth, blue eyes adoring and expectant, and full of desire.
Kahlan knelt between Denna and the fire, and showed her the rod, thin and cylindrical, shiny, that came almost to a point on one end, the other wrapped in rubber to protect the Confessor's hand while she drew.
Denna's throat muscles jumped as she swallowed, taking a slow, deep breath. "I'll try not to scream," she whispered. "I want to make you proud."
"You may scream," Kahlan assured her, petting an errant strand of hair back from her face. "If you need to scream, you may scream."
"It won't make you ashamed of me?" Denna asked in a quiet, uncertain voice. She couldn't imagine that it wouldn't shame her Mistress were she to scream during something so symbolic.
There were so many things Kahlan could say to that, so many explanations of why she could never be ashamed of Denna for something like that, but she felt that a simple answer would have more meaning to her girl. "No," she said. "You may scream as often as you need to. This isn't about taking pain silently, it's about bearing my mark."
Denna nodded, able to at least understand Kahlan's point. Not for the first time, she wondered how she'd gotten so lucky.
Kahlan set the naked end of the rod in the fire, the wrapped end remaining on the hearth, and set about cleansing the area above Denna's left breast with an antiseptic powder she'd gotten from Zedd. She let the rod heat up until the tip was glowing red, then curled her fingers around the handle and picked it up. "Are you ready?" she breathed, looking into Denna's eyes.
"Yes, Mistress," Denna breathed back, struggling to keep hers open.
"I don't think I need to tell you this, but you have to stay perfectly still," Kahlan said, sitting on her knees and leaning forward, holding the tip just above Denna's chest. She changed her mind and threw one leg over her girl, straddling her waist instead, then settled back down with a wiggle. "If you move, and cause me to distort the mark, I will be very unhappy."
"Yes, Mistress," Denna choked out, trying to remember to breathe. She was more nervous than she could ever remember being, but she wanted this, and she was ready for it, and she would not move.
"Good girl," Kahlan offered gently, holding her breath as she brought the tip of the scalding metal to Denna's skin for the first time.
Denna's jaw tightened in pain, the scent of burning flesh invading her nostrils, making her want to gag, but she didn't move. She tried to clamp down on the scream forcing its way up her throat, but as Kahlan began to move the rod, searing more and more of her skin, she couldn't stop it, and her mouth opened, her tortured wail echoing around the small room.
Kahlan watched the blisters form, watched the smoke sizzle and float up around the fresh wound, trying not to breathe in through her nose. She'd finished the K of her initials when Denna screamed, and she took the rod away, kissing her girl's face over and over, murmuring how good she was. "Shh, baby, shh, it's okay," she soothed, kissing tears away as they slid from Denna's closed eyes. "Just scream, and cry, and I'll be here to hold you."
Grateful for the brief respite and affectionate words and kisses, Denna clenched her fists, trying to cordon off some of the pain to other areas, but it remained concentrated on her chest, of course. When Kahlan started up again, she sucked in a hissing breath, digging her fingernails into her palms in an attempt to divert her attention from the burning rod. She felt blood sliding over her fingertips, focused on the sensation of the warm, sticky liquid, then ended up screaming again, the longer the iron touched her skin.
Kahlan finished the A, not stopping this time, letting Denna scream and kick her legs as she started on the first dagger. The daggers weren't as intricate as the scrawling capital letters, and she was able to move faster, finishing one and beginning the second in only a few heartbeats' time. "Almost done," she whispered, blocking out the screams in order to complete the task, because if she didn't, she'd have to stop again, and that would just draw it out unnecessarily for her brave, amazing girl.
Denna stopped screaming by the end and pulled fistfuls of fur out of the rug at her back. It seemed like forever before Kahlan lifted the rod from her skin, but she knew this time it wasn't just a break. She had done it, she had endured the pain, and now bore the mark of her Mistress, glaring and blistering on her chest. Her tears were lost in her smile at the realization it was over and she hadn't done anything to make Kahlan upset with her during the entire, excruciating process.
Kahlan put the rod back on the hearth before gathering Denna carefully in her arms, pressing their lips together, sealing the moment between them.
They kissed silently for a long time, Kahlan bathing Denna's lips and tongue with her own, one hand idly stroking the side of her girl's face. It must have been a quarter candlemark that they lay there doing nothing else, and Kahlan finally pulled back when she heard the thump of a chair being set outside the door, then another as Cara sat down, she assumed.
"Have I earned my shadrin liver?" Denna asked weakly, running her tongue over her bottom lip, reveling at the taste of Kahlan there.
"Yes, you've earned your shadrin liver," Kahlan laughed, unable to resist one more quick kiss before she rose and made her way to the door.
Cara looked up as the door opened, one eyebrow slowly lifting. "I just got comfortable," she deadpanned.
"We missed you," Kahlan ignored the comment, tugging Cara to her feet and into the room, kicking the door closed behind them.
"Because I have the food," Cara said, glancing over at Denna, then moving toward her to get a closer look. "Wow," she said, pursing her lips, dropping down to her knees astride Denna's waist, one gloved hand painting shadrin blood across the girl's red lips. "Maybe you're still more Mord'Sith than you think," she suggested, impressed. "You held still for that?"
Much to her displeasure, Denna blushed. "I did," she answered, the flame in her cheeks nothing compared to the flame over her left breast. She licked her lips, moaning appreciatively at the taste of the shadrin blood.
"Not because you have the food," Kahlan said once she caught up to Cara, lightly flicking her lover in the back of the head. "Because we missed you."
Cara turned like lightning and caught one of Kahlan's fingers in her mouth with a growl. "You're wearing too many clothes, Confessor," she purred, her eyes and voice predatory. "I want you both naked so I can feed you pieces of shadrin liver and fuck you both senseless."
Denna's heart pounded. Cara had never touched her, excepting the occasional kiss. Had never shown nor voiced an interest in ever touching her, excepting the occasional kiss. She found herself wet at the thought.
Kahlan swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, and wondered why she had to be naked to be fed... then realized that the eating of shadrin liver was immeasurably messy, and understood. She'd never eaten it, but she'd seen it done, and no, she wouldn't want her dress anywhere near the spectacle. She pulled at the laces until she could slip the dress off over her shoulders and down to the floor, kicking it across the room, then stripped off her boots and weapons, in that order. Finally she stood naked on the bearskin rug above Denna, and slowly lowered herself to sit in a criss-cross position.
Denna pushed herself up to sit with a hiss of pain, the movement jostling her wound, and crossed her legs like Kahlan had, her right knee touching Kahlan's left, leaving a spot for Cara to make a circle.
Cara's leathers were already soaked with blood, so she had no worry of dirtying them, but looking at the naked women waiting for her to join their circle, she wanted to be like they were. She wanted to fully experience the camaraderie of letting go, of being part of something, of holding nothing back. So making a split-second decision, she tugged off her boots and leathers, grabbed the shadrin liver and one of Kahlan's daggers, and dropped herself criss-cross on the rug to complete the circle.
Kahlan was thrilled, but didn't comment, not wanting to call attention to the action and ruin Cara's mood. "Who gets the first bite?" she asked instead, opening her mouth suggestively.
Cara ran the flat of the dagger along her tongue, then sliced off a piece of the liver and popped it into her mouth. "I do," she mumbled around the tender, juicy morsel. She grinned when Kahlan rolled her eyes, and cut another piece, offering it to the Confessor.
Kahlan leaned forward and snatched the piece of meat from Cara's fingers, nipping with her teeth as she did. "Mmm," she moaned, completely unprepared for the rich, smoky flavor.
"Good, isn't it?" Denna asked, and Kahlan nodded. "Are you glad I asked for it?"
"Mhmm," Kahlan practically drooled as she swallowed.
Cara cut another piece and held it to Denna's lips, grinning lasciviously when the blonde's tongue slipped out to taste it. She pushed the meat, and two of her fingers, into Denna's mouth, beginning a slow fucking motion while the blonde sucked.
Kahlan watched with glassy eyes, impressed when Cara sliced off a chunk with her free hand, while still managing to hold the liver and the dagger at the same time.
Cara took turns feeding herself and the other two until the liver was gone, then tossed the dagger aside and licked her fingers clean. "Lay down," she said, and when they looked at her, she raised an eyebrow. "Both of you." When they had complied, she grinned. "You don't think I can fuck you both... at once?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and forcing Kahlan's legs apart, kneeling between them. "Hold hands."
Kahlan loved having Cara kneeling between her legs, and she squeezed them together once just to feel her before relaxing them again. She searched with her left hand until she found Denna's right, and held it.
Denna gasped as she felt Cara's fingers crawling up her thighs, probing between them, finding her warm and slick. "Oh," she breathed, squeezing Kahlan's hand.
Cara purred, and lowered her mouth to Kahlan's glistening folds, licking once up the entire length of her slit before pushing her tongue inside, as she pushed two fingers into Denna.
Kahlan and Denna cried out at the same time, both arching their backs, Denna quickly settling back down at the pain it caused in her chest. Kahlan didn't bother, she stayed where she was, straining to get Cara's tongue deeper.
It was easy for Cara to keep up the movement of her fingers, in and out, curling and flexing and dragging as she sucked Kahlan's clit into her mouth and flicked rapidly with her tongue. She was so practiced in both motions that it came almost as naturally as breathing.
Denna squirmed and spread her legs wider, rocking her hips with every thrust, the pleasure building inside her and making her temporarily forget about the blistering pain above her breast. Cara was... she was... skilled, to say the least, and relentless, never allowing Denna a moment to catch her breath or her bearings before plunging her into the next jolt of feeling.
Kahlan moaned and arched and buried her free hand in Cara's hair, desperate for her not to stop. "Yes, please," she panted, delirium doing its best to settle in for the rest of the ride. She tried to hold it back, to hold out, but that was useless as Cara attacked her clit with the ferocity of a tigress feasting on a lamb. "Cara!" she shrieked, pushing at her lover, letting go of Denna's hand and rolling off the rug as she started to come.
Cara pushed a third finger into Denna and attached her suddenly empty mouth to the blonde's clit, sucking and flicking until she felt Denna's muscles contract around her hand, a low vibration starting in her body and quickly growing to shudders. She moved her mouth lower to draw out as much of the sticky honey as she could, swallowing hungrily as Denna tensed and released a yell, then went limp. She slowly drew her fingers out and waited for Kahlan to crawl back to the rug, then offered them to her.
Kahlan growled, accepting Cara's fingers, sucking them roughly until she'd swallowed everything Denna had offered.
All three of them were silent for long moments, catching their breath, and then almost as one, Kahlan and Denna got on their knees, sitting back on their heels, in front of Cara, looking at her both imploringly and ravenously. They had the same thing on their minds.
"Cara," Kahlan said, her green eyes intense as she stared into the swirling blues of her lover. "It's time. I've waited long enough. I have to touch you or I'll die." She knew that wasn't true, but it felt like it was true. Her pulse hammered between her legs and she inched forward, groaning with relief when Cara didn't back away.
Denna took that as confirmation that it was okay to advance, and crawled forward, burying her face in the crook of Cara's neck, inhaling deeply of her sweat-and-blood-soaked scent. "You smell so good, Lady Cara," she murmured, not knowing what else to call her, but wanting to use a title of respect.
Maybe it was the shadrin liver, but when Kahlan started clawing at her back and sucking on her breast, she didn't pull away. Maybe she would feel shame in the morning, maybe she wouldn't, but right now, she had lowered inhibitions and two naked, sweaty women aching to touch her, and she couldn't deny the pull any longer. It had been five years since she had been touched... five years in which every time she thought of being touched she was filled with fear and shame. But looking at Kahlan and Denna, she couldn't feel it. All she could feel was hot, pulsing desire, teeth on her neck, lips on her breast and hands all over her body.
Everything was magnified and yet blended into one sensation at the same time. Soft, hard, piercing, fleeting. Her vision blurred, definitely a side effect of the shadrin liver, and she complacently allowed Kahlan and Denna to push her onto her back, and let one of them spread her legs. All she could feel was intense, amplified pleasure everywhere she was touched. She didn't even realize she was dripping wet until a tongue slid between her legs, making her cry out and buck her hips into... whose was it... Kahlan's mouth. The past few moments had already erased her doubts, and she was hungry for more. Desperate, feral, her keening cries filling the small room.
Denna took her fill of Cara's mouth, and needed more. She bit her way down Cara's body to her breasts, sucking her nipples, but it wasn't enough. She slid a hand under Cara's ass and probed between her cheeks, gathering wetness before thrusting a finger in, reveling in Cara's surprised and guttural moan as she sucked more flesh into her mouth.
Kahlan was delirious with want, covered in sweat, her skin clammy and feverish as she worked her head further between Cara's legs, making it easier to lick and suck and bite and kiss more of her lover.
It was too much for Cara to withstand intact and she exploded, her world shattering in a burst of light fractals, a deafening roar in her ears. Ecstasy invaded every nerve ending in her body, shaking her to the core, wringing out every drop of pleasure and leaving her spent, collapsed, on the floor. When she opened her eyes the room was spinning. Denna lay half on one side of her body, Kahlan half on the other, and they were all spinning.
"Is it hot in here?" Kahlan whispered, sweat dripping down the side of her face.
"Yes," Denna answered. "I want to crawl out of my skin."
"It's the shadrin," Cara explained. "It heats your blood."
"Mm," Kahlan nodded, kissing Cara's neck. "I thought it was the sex."
Cara extricated her arms from beneath her girls and stretched languidly with a yawn. "It could be the sex," she allowed with a grin. Her grin slowly faded, though, and she turned her head to Kahlan's side, whispering into the Confesor's ear. "If I regret it in the morning, please remind me how enjoyable it was," she said, her vulnerability shining through like it never had before. "Enjoyable for you, to be allowed to-- did you enjoy it?"
"Cara," Kahlan soothed, her heart melting a little. "Being allowed to touch you, taste you, was nothing less than amazing. I enjoyed it more than you can even possibly imagine. Please don't doubt your decision to share yourself with me. I couldn't bear it if you did."
That made Cara feel better and she relaxed, kissing first Kahlan's forehead, then Denna's. "Good night, ladies."
"Good night," they echoed, snuggling even closer if possible, their eyes drifting shut. Kahlan and Denna held hands over Cara's stomach, and Cara draped one leg over each of theirs, tangling them effectively despite the burn of the extra body heat on her sensitized skin. What they were sharing was important, and she didn't want to let it go. So she wouldn't.
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In the next room over, Richard and Zedd slept with linen strips plugging their ears.
Fin
Author: Lexus Grey
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan/Denna
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, violence, and BDSM. Denna gets her brand.
Disclaimer: The show nor the characters belong to me, I'm just borrowing the girls for fun. No money is being made from this work, no copyright infringement is intended.
AN: Well, I did it, I actually finished a chapter story! lol. I want to thank everyone who has been reading, and commenting, I appreciate it so much! Thank you all for the support. I hope you enjoy the last part!
Several days passed, and Denna was strong enough to travel. Several days after that her wounds were almost completely healed. She begged for Kahlan to mark her, while her Mistress brought her pleasure night after night, but Kahlan told her to be patient, that she didn't get to decide when it happened.
Kahlan finally made the decision when they were stopped over at an inn, the three girls in one room and the boys in another.
"Denna, take your clothes off and lie on the rug in front of the fire," she said absently while reading a page of a book.
Cara looked up from sharpening Kahlan's daggers, as she liked to do before bed, both to ensure they were at the highest quality to protect her Confessor during battle, and also because it soothed her. The rhythmic sound of steel on stone caressed her like a quiet lullaby.
Denna had been resting on the bed beside Kahlan, on her stomach, arms folded beneath her cheek. At the casual command, she blinked once, wondering if she'd imagined it, but sure she hadn't, and pushed up onto her hands, rolling over to sit on the edge of the bed and begin unlacing her dress.
"I'm going... hunting," Cara announced, laying the daggers on the table she sat at, pushing to her feet abruptly. "Any requests?"
"Rabbit," Kahlan said instantly, though they could buy a bowl of stew from the innkeeper. Fresh roasted meat was always better.
Denna's eyes twinkled as she slipped out of her dress and undergarments and headed for the white bearskin rug. "Shadrin liver."
"Shadrin liver?" Cara's lips twitched in amusement, her own eyes dancing as they locked with Denna's. "Quite a bold request for someone about to have her Mistress's mark seared into her... skin."
Kahlan didn't miss Denna's shiver, or the way she knelt carefully on the rug before stretching out on her back. "If you can't fell a shadrin..."
Cara closed the distance between them and knelt over Denna, leaning down to kiss her softly. "You'll have your shadrin liver," she promised in a whisper, trailing a fingertip over Denna's pouty lips as she stood and addressed Kahlan. "I won't be longer than a half candlemark, then I'll be waiting outside the door."
Kahlan put her book away and rose from the bed, embracing Cara and kissing her sweetly. "Okay," she acknowledged, biting her lip as she watched her lover go. When they were alone, she took a thin iron rod from her pack and approached Denna, who looked absolutely decadent stretched out on the bearskin rug, blonde hair curled around her shoulders and splayed everywhere else, blood-red lips parted slightly to reveal the bite of her teeth, blue eyes adoring and expectant, and full of desire.
Kahlan knelt between Denna and the fire, and showed her the rod, thin and cylindrical, shiny, that came almost to a point on one end, the other wrapped in rubber to protect the Confessor's hand while she drew.
Denna's throat muscles jumped as she swallowed, taking a slow, deep breath. "I'll try not to scream," she whispered. "I want to make you proud."
"You may scream," Kahlan assured her, petting an errant strand of hair back from her face. "If you need to scream, you may scream."
"It won't make you ashamed of me?" Denna asked in a quiet, uncertain voice. She couldn't imagine that it wouldn't shame her Mistress were she to scream during something so symbolic.
There were so many things Kahlan could say to that, so many explanations of why she could never be ashamed of Denna for something like that, but she felt that a simple answer would have more meaning to her girl. "No," she said. "You may scream as often as you need to. This isn't about taking pain silently, it's about bearing my mark."
Denna nodded, able to at least understand Kahlan's point. Not for the first time, she wondered how she'd gotten so lucky.
Kahlan set the naked end of the rod in the fire, the wrapped end remaining on the hearth, and set about cleansing the area above Denna's left breast with an antiseptic powder she'd gotten from Zedd. She let the rod heat up until the tip was glowing red, then curled her fingers around the handle and picked it up. "Are you ready?" she breathed, looking into Denna's eyes.
"Yes, Mistress," Denna breathed back, struggling to keep hers open.
"I don't think I need to tell you this, but you have to stay perfectly still," Kahlan said, sitting on her knees and leaning forward, holding the tip just above Denna's chest. She changed her mind and threw one leg over her girl, straddling her waist instead, then settled back down with a wiggle. "If you move, and cause me to distort the mark, I will be very unhappy."
"Yes, Mistress," Denna choked out, trying to remember to breathe. She was more nervous than she could ever remember being, but she wanted this, and she was ready for it, and she would not move.
"Good girl," Kahlan offered gently, holding her breath as she brought the tip of the scalding metal to Denna's skin for the first time.
Denna's jaw tightened in pain, the scent of burning flesh invading her nostrils, making her want to gag, but she didn't move. She tried to clamp down on the scream forcing its way up her throat, but as Kahlan began to move the rod, searing more and more of her skin, she couldn't stop it, and her mouth opened, her tortured wail echoing around the small room.
Kahlan watched the blisters form, watched the smoke sizzle and float up around the fresh wound, trying not to breathe in through her nose. She'd finished the K of her initials when Denna screamed, and she took the rod away, kissing her girl's face over and over, murmuring how good she was. "Shh, baby, shh, it's okay," she soothed, kissing tears away as they slid from Denna's closed eyes. "Just scream, and cry, and I'll be here to hold you."
Grateful for the brief respite and affectionate words and kisses, Denna clenched her fists, trying to cordon off some of the pain to other areas, but it remained concentrated on her chest, of course. When Kahlan started up again, she sucked in a hissing breath, digging her fingernails into her palms in an attempt to divert her attention from the burning rod. She felt blood sliding over her fingertips, focused on the sensation of the warm, sticky liquid, then ended up screaming again, the longer the iron touched her skin.
Kahlan finished the A, not stopping this time, letting Denna scream and kick her legs as she started on the first dagger. The daggers weren't as intricate as the scrawling capital letters, and she was able to move faster, finishing one and beginning the second in only a few heartbeats' time. "Almost done," she whispered, blocking out the screams in order to complete the task, because if she didn't, she'd have to stop again, and that would just draw it out unnecessarily for her brave, amazing girl.
Denna stopped screaming by the end and pulled fistfuls of fur out of the rug at her back. It seemed like forever before Kahlan lifted the rod from her skin, but she knew this time it wasn't just a break. She had done it, she had endured the pain, and now bore the mark of her Mistress, glaring and blistering on her chest. Her tears were lost in her smile at the realization it was over and she hadn't done anything to make Kahlan upset with her during the entire, excruciating process.
Kahlan put the rod back on the hearth before gathering Denna carefully in her arms, pressing their lips together, sealing the moment between them.
They kissed silently for a long time, Kahlan bathing Denna's lips and tongue with her own, one hand idly stroking the side of her girl's face. It must have been a quarter candlemark that they lay there doing nothing else, and Kahlan finally pulled back when she heard the thump of a chair being set outside the door, then another as Cara sat down, she assumed.
"Have I earned my shadrin liver?" Denna asked weakly, running her tongue over her bottom lip, reveling at the taste of Kahlan there.
"Yes, you've earned your shadrin liver," Kahlan laughed, unable to resist one more quick kiss before she rose and made her way to the door.
Cara looked up as the door opened, one eyebrow slowly lifting. "I just got comfortable," she deadpanned.
"We missed you," Kahlan ignored the comment, tugging Cara to her feet and into the room, kicking the door closed behind them.
"Because I have the food," Cara said, glancing over at Denna, then moving toward her to get a closer look. "Wow," she said, pursing her lips, dropping down to her knees astride Denna's waist, one gloved hand painting shadrin blood across the girl's red lips. "Maybe you're still more Mord'Sith than you think," she suggested, impressed. "You held still for that?"
Much to her displeasure, Denna blushed. "I did," she answered, the flame in her cheeks nothing compared to the flame over her left breast. She licked her lips, moaning appreciatively at the taste of the shadrin blood.
"Not because you have the food," Kahlan said once she caught up to Cara, lightly flicking her lover in the back of the head. "Because we missed you."
Cara turned like lightning and caught one of Kahlan's fingers in her mouth with a growl. "You're wearing too many clothes, Confessor," she purred, her eyes and voice predatory. "I want you both naked so I can feed you pieces of shadrin liver and fuck you both senseless."
Denna's heart pounded. Cara had never touched her, excepting the occasional kiss. Had never shown nor voiced an interest in ever touching her, excepting the occasional kiss. She found herself wet at the thought.
Kahlan swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, and wondered why she had to be naked to be fed... then realized that the eating of shadrin liver was immeasurably messy, and understood. She'd never eaten it, but she'd seen it done, and no, she wouldn't want her dress anywhere near the spectacle. She pulled at the laces until she could slip the dress off over her shoulders and down to the floor, kicking it across the room, then stripped off her boots and weapons, in that order. Finally she stood naked on the bearskin rug above Denna, and slowly lowered herself to sit in a criss-cross position.
Denna pushed herself up to sit with a hiss of pain, the movement jostling her wound, and crossed her legs like Kahlan had, her right knee touching Kahlan's left, leaving a spot for Cara to make a circle.
Cara's leathers were already soaked with blood, so she had no worry of dirtying them, but looking at the naked women waiting for her to join their circle, she wanted to be like they were. She wanted to fully experience the camaraderie of letting go, of being part of something, of holding nothing back. So making a split-second decision, she tugged off her boots and leathers, grabbed the shadrin liver and one of Kahlan's daggers, and dropped herself criss-cross on the rug to complete the circle.
Kahlan was thrilled, but didn't comment, not wanting to call attention to the action and ruin Cara's mood. "Who gets the first bite?" she asked instead, opening her mouth suggestively.
Cara ran the flat of the dagger along her tongue, then sliced off a piece of the liver and popped it into her mouth. "I do," she mumbled around the tender, juicy morsel. She grinned when Kahlan rolled her eyes, and cut another piece, offering it to the Confessor.
Kahlan leaned forward and snatched the piece of meat from Cara's fingers, nipping with her teeth as she did. "Mmm," she moaned, completely unprepared for the rich, smoky flavor.
"Good, isn't it?" Denna asked, and Kahlan nodded. "Are you glad I asked for it?"
"Mhmm," Kahlan practically drooled as she swallowed.
Cara cut another piece and held it to Denna's lips, grinning lasciviously when the blonde's tongue slipped out to taste it. She pushed the meat, and two of her fingers, into Denna's mouth, beginning a slow fucking motion while the blonde sucked.
Kahlan watched with glassy eyes, impressed when Cara sliced off a chunk with her free hand, while still managing to hold the liver and the dagger at the same time.
Cara took turns feeding herself and the other two until the liver was gone, then tossed the dagger aside and licked her fingers clean. "Lay down," she said, and when they looked at her, she raised an eyebrow. "Both of you." When they had complied, she grinned. "You don't think I can fuck you both... at once?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and forcing Kahlan's legs apart, kneeling between them. "Hold hands."
Kahlan loved having Cara kneeling between her legs, and she squeezed them together once just to feel her before relaxing them again. She searched with her left hand until she found Denna's right, and held it.
Denna gasped as she felt Cara's fingers crawling up her thighs, probing between them, finding her warm and slick. "Oh," she breathed, squeezing Kahlan's hand.
Cara purred, and lowered her mouth to Kahlan's glistening folds, licking once up the entire length of her slit before pushing her tongue inside, as she pushed two fingers into Denna.
Kahlan and Denna cried out at the same time, both arching their backs, Denna quickly settling back down at the pain it caused in her chest. Kahlan didn't bother, she stayed where she was, straining to get Cara's tongue deeper.
It was easy for Cara to keep up the movement of her fingers, in and out, curling and flexing and dragging as she sucked Kahlan's clit into her mouth and flicked rapidly with her tongue. She was so practiced in both motions that it came almost as naturally as breathing.
Denna squirmed and spread her legs wider, rocking her hips with every thrust, the pleasure building inside her and making her temporarily forget about the blistering pain above her breast. Cara was... she was... skilled, to say the least, and relentless, never allowing Denna a moment to catch her breath or her bearings before plunging her into the next jolt of feeling.
Kahlan moaned and arched and buried her free hand in Cara's hair, desperate for her not to stop. "Yes, please," she panted, delirium doing its best to settle in for the rest of the ride. She tried to hold it back, to hold out, but that was useless as Cara attacked her clit with the ferocity of a tigress feasting on a lamb. "Cara!" she shrieked, pushing at her lover, letting go of Denna's hand and rolling off the rug as she started to come.
Cara pushed a third finger into Denna and attached her suddenly empty mouth to the blonde's clit, sucking and flicking until she felt Denna's muscles contract around her hand, a low vibration starting in her body and quickly growing to shudders. She moved her mouth lower to draw out as much of the sticky honey as she could, swallowing hungrily as Denna tensed and released a yell, then went limp. She slowly drew her fingers out and waited for Kahlan to crawl back to the rug, then offered them to her.
Kahlan growled, accepting Cara's fingers, sucking them roughly until she'd swallowed everything Denna had offered.
All three of them were silent for long moments, catching their breath, and then almost as one, Kahlan and Denna got on their knees, sitting back on their heels, in front of Cara, looking at her both imploringly and ravenously. They had the same thing on their minds.
"Cara," Kahlan said, her green eyes intense as she stared into the swirling blues of her lover. "It's time. I've waited long enough. I have to touch you or I'll die." She knew that wasn't true, but it felt like it was true. Her pulse hammered between her legs and she inched forward, groaning with relief when Cara didn't back away.
Denna took that as confirmation that it was okay to advance, and crawled forward, burying her face in the crook of Cara's neck, inhaling deeply of her sweat-and-blood-soaked scent. "You smell so good, Lady Cara," she murmured, not knowing what else to call her, but wanting to use a title of respect.
Maybe it was the shadrin liver, but when Kahlan started clawing at her back and sucking on her breast, she didn't pull away. Maybe she would feel shame in the morning, maybe she wouldn't, but right now, she had lowered inhibitions and two naked, sweaty women aching to touch her, and she couldn't deny the pull any longer. It had been five years since she had been touched... five years in which every time she thought of being touched she was filled with fear and shame. But looking at Kahlan and Denna, she couldn't feel it. All she could feel was hot, pulsing desire, teeth on her neck, lips on her breast and hands all over her body.
Everything was magnified and yet blended into one sensation at the same time. Soft, hard, piercing, fleeting. Her vision blurred, definitely a side effect of the shadrin liver, and she complacently allowed Kahlan and Denna to push her onto her back, and let one of them spread her legs. All she could feel was intense, amplified pleasure everywhere she was touched. She didn't even realize she was dripping wet until a tongue slid between her legs, making her cry out and buck her hips into... whose was it... Kahlan's mouth. The past few moments had already erased her doubts, and she was hungry for more. Desperate, feral, her keening cries filling the small room.
Denna took her fill of Cara's mouth, and needed more. She bit her way down Cara's body to her breasts, sucking her nipples, but it wasn't enough. She slid a hand under Cara's ass and probed between her cheeks, gathering wetness before thrusting a finger in, reveling in Cara's surprised and guttural moan as she sucked more flesh into her mouth.
Kahlan was delirious with want, covered in sweat, her skin clammy and feverish as she worked her head further between Cara's legs, making it easier to lick and suck and bite and kiss more of her lover.
It was too much for Cara to withstand intact and she exploded, her world shattering in a burst of light fractals, a deafening roar in her ears. Ecstasy invaded every nerve ending in her body, shaking her to the core, wringing out every drop of pleasure and leaving her spent, collapsed, on the floor. When she opened her eyes the room was spinning. Denna lay half on one side of her body, Kahlan half on the other, and they were all spinning.
"Is it hot in here?" Kahlan whispered, sweat dripping down the side of her face.
"Yes," Denna answered. "I want to crawl out of my skin."
"It's the shadrin," Cara explained. "It heats your blood."
"Mm," Kahlan nodded, kissing Cara's neck. "I thought it was the sex."
Cara extricated her arms from beneath her girls and stretched languidly with a yawn. "It could be the sex," she allowed with a grin. Her grin slowly faded, though, and she turned her head to Kahlan's side, whispering into the Confesor's ear. "If I regret it in the morning, please remind me how enjoyable it was," she said, her vulnerability shining through like it never had before. "Enjoyable for you, to be allowed to-- did you enjoy it?"
"Cara," Kahlan soothed, her heart melting a little. "Being allowed to touch you, taste you, was nothing less than amazing. I enjoyed it more than you can even possibly imagine. Please don't doubt your decision to share yourself with me. I couldn't bear it if you did."
That made Cara feel better and she relaxed, kissing first Kahlan's forehead, then Denna's. "Good night, ladies."
"Good night," they echoed, snuggling even closer if possible, their eyes drifting shut. Kahlan and Denna held hands over Cara's stomach, and Cara draped one leg over each of theirs, tangling them effectively despite the burn of the extra body heat on her sensitized skin. What they were sharing was important, and she didn't want to let it go. So she wouldn't.
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In the next room over, Richard and Zedd slept with linen strips plugging their ears.
Fin