FIC: Jealousy: Sometimes It Gets You Laid
Title: Jealousy: Sometimes It Gets You Laid
Author: endgirl, simplesetgo, and thedawn
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~3500 words
Summary: Kahlan is jealous, and decides to teach Cara a lesson. With sex.
A/N: Late fill for seeker_kinkmeme, prompt jealous!Kahlan, magic cock
A/N 2: A first-ever collaborative effort by endgirl, simplesetgo, and thedawn. Enjoy!
Kahlan's eyes quickly spot out her prey as she descends the stairs. Her skin tingles from the recent release of magic, and there's a pleasant tug between her legs. She didn't want her powers to be a consideration in her plan.
Cara sits at the bar across the tavern's main room, and it looks like her red leathers aren't doing much to scare away the patrons. At her left sits a handsome young man, either a noble or a merchant by his clothing, and on her other side is a rugged traveler whose stubbled face and quick eyes speak of years spent on the road. It's clear it is the traveler she is planning to favor for the evening. Or, knowing Cara, she might be going for them both. Kahlan strides across the room, determined to let her know her plans have changed. The Mord-Sith gives no indication that she has noticed Kahlan, which only stokes the flames of jealousy in her.
Her voice is husky and soft as she leans over to whisper in Cara's ear, but her fingers dig like claws into the leather-covered waist. "Upstairs." She moves a hand to the front of Cara's uniform, just under her breast, and ignores the stares of her would-be suitors. "Now."
"I'm not finished with my drink." Cara's smirk is evident in her voice as she reaches for the mug in front of her.
Kahlan's hand clamps over Cara's wrist before it can reach its target. "I think you are," she says through gritted teeth.
"Mother Confessor?" Cara says, turning to look at her with a raised brow. Kahlan hesitates. With her title invoked, she should step back, fold her hands, and smile her small smile before departing. But that's what Cara wants and expects, to be left alone to play her game with these two, so instead she pulls Cara back against her. One hand on her hip, the other slips around Cara's jaw, turning her head back forward. Kahlan's mouth drops to her ear where, hidden by her hair, she bites down on the lobe. Cara hisses.
"Upstairs," Kahlan repeats, whisper soft. "That's not a request, Mord-Sith."
She bites again, then circles the shell with her tongue. The hand at her neck travels down her breast, her side. She squeezes Cara's hips, fingers biting into the leather, before turning and leaving.
Kahlan hears a commotion at the bar as she begins up the stairs, the sound of stools scraping over the damp floor and coins falling heavy on the tabletop. Cara makes a cocky remark about coming back later and the traveler chuckles lecherously, but Kahlan doesn't turn around to check if the Mord-Sith is obeying her command. The footfalls that follow her up the steps tell her what she needs to know.
She turns the key in the door to the rented room, and she waits for only a moment before Cara strides in behind her. Her eyes are dark with anger and curiosity, and more than a little arousal.
"Kahlan, what are you-"
Kahlan's tongue is in Cara's mouth before she can finish the thought. "Quiet," she hisses, tangling her fingers punishingly in Cara's hair.
There's a flash in Cara's eyes, as if she's considering protesting further; Kahlan kisses her again, hard and demanding, until she feels the defiance give way. When the gloved hands clutching her back slide down over her hips to tug her closer, she pulls abruptly away.
"Get these off." Kahlan plucks at the front of Cara's leathers before crossing the room to where her pack sits on the dresser. She rummages through it until her fingers close around a small glass vial. She uncorks it and downs the contents in one gulp. Surprisingly, it tastes rather sweet. Then she waits nervously, her back still to Cara, for something to happen.
Moments later her sex begins to tingle. She goes numb between her legs and braces herself on the dresser. What if something goes wrong? But she has no need to fear; the sudden overwhelming pressure in her smalls lets her know the elixir worked perfectly.
She turns from the dresser and at first Cara only raises her eyebrows expectantly, bare hand propped on a canted hip. Then her eyes rake down Kahlan's body, as though to remind Kahlan that she's still clothed, but her gaze stops cold at the bulge in her dress, her lips parting in surprise.
Kahlan's lips curl into a predatory smirk as she reaches up to unlace her dress. The white fabric slides over her shoulders, pooling at her feet. The black underskirt soon follows, along with her smalls, allowing her newly acquired cock to jut proudly from between her legs.
Cara makes to speak, closes her mouth, quirks her brow. "Kahlan," she says slowly. "Why do you have a cock?"
"Because you're mine," says Kahlan. She steps toward Cara as she explores her erection with a hand. "There's nothing those rough men you bed so often can give you that I can't."
"So you're jealous," says Cara.
"Jealous?" Kahlan shakes her head. "I'm the Mother Confessor. I don't like others playing with my things."
Cara licks her lips at the words, but the gesture turns quickly to a devilish smile. "So you're jealous," she repeats, with more conviction.
Kahlan growls and closes the distance between them with a single step. She grabs Cara by the hips and pulls her sharply against the hardness between her legs. "Mine," she says, more forcefully this time.
Cara looks down at the cock pressed between their torsos. As her darkened eyes flick back up to meet Kahlan's, her smile grows wider. "Yes, Mother Confessor."
Kahlan wipes the grin from Cara's face with a rough kiss and a hand tangled tightly in blonde hair. The friction of Cara's abdomen against her newfound length is nearly enough to drive Kahlan to distraction. With a sharp moan, she slides her free hand up between them, pushing against Cara's chest until the Mord-Sith is pressed against the edge of the bed. Kahlan tugs Cara's head to the side, lowering her mouth to assault the tender skin of Cara's neck with teeth and tongue.
When she feels a groan rumble in Cara's throat, needy and wanton, Kahlan shoves her down onto the bed, hard enough that Cara grunts and lands sprawled out on her back, arms at her sides and legs parted. Kahlan licks her lips, eyeing Cara hungrily before she mounts her, lowering herself over the Mord-Sith's body. Her erection pressed against Cara's belly, she sucks another kiss from the blonde's giving mouth. Her hips roll slightly, the pleasurable friction and pressure giving rise to a moan in Kahlan's throat.
She had meant to take her time with this. To explore every sensation her new body part has to offer. But as Cara rocks up beneath her, impatient and wanting, all she desires is to pin the Mord-Sith's shoulders down and drive into her. There will be time for exploration later, after all.
With the scent of Cara's arousal thick in the air, Kahlan positions herself between the legs that have fallen open to her. She moves the tip of one finger along the length of wet curls and resists the urge to venture deeper. She wants that first thrust all for her cock. Spreading Cara open with two fingers, Kahlan guides the head of her erection to the slick opening. With one swift push, she slides deep into Cara.
The wanton moan that Cara looses goes almost unnoticed by Kahlan, lost as she is in the exquisite heat of Cara's cunt surrounding her cock. She lets out a shuddering breath, braces herself above Cara, and begins to thrust.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Kahlan murmurs against Cara's mouth. Cara clutches at her back in answer, pushes up with her hips to take Kahlan deeper. "You wanted one of these inside you. Is this good enough? It'd better be, because this is all you're getting."
Cara moans, and the sound doesn't resemble any word Kahlan recognizes. She breathes against Cara's parted lips, huffs with each thrust inside her, pushes her tongue in Cara's mouth and kisses her until Cara whines for want of breath.
But she doesn't relent. She moves faster and faster inside of Cara, thrusts harder and harder, until speckles of light burst behind her eyelids. She knows she should feel Cara's skin beneath her hands, feel blonde hair in her fingers, but every nerve in her body seems to have shifted to her groin, and every one is on fire. Only when she realizes how close she is to losing control does she slow. With a haggard breath, she forces the erratic motion of her hips to become slow, deliberate, deep.
Below her, Cara is arching insistently, her fingers gripping at the soft flesh of Kahlan's hips, trying desperately to increase the pace. Kahlan rocks back far enough to snatch Cara's wrists, then slams forward hard as she presses them into the blanket on either side of Cara's head.
"I'm not one of your tavern boys," Kahlan pants out, stilling her hips. Cara jerks with a whine, and Kahlan's hands tighten on her wrists. "You'll finish when I say you can finish."
"Kahlan!" The Mord-Sith writhes insistently beneath her, but stills when it becomes clear her movements won't accomplish much. Her breasts push against Kahlan's with every breath as she stares up expectantly.
"Kahlan what?" the Confessor teases, biting at Cara's lip. One generous push of her hips, one slow fuck into Cara's body, has the other woman melting beneath her. Then she says, "Turn over," and pulls out, sits back, smiles at the speed with which Cara goes to her hands and knees, raising her ass to offer to Kahlan.
She seats herself inside Cara without preamble. The Mord-Sith gasps and throws her head back, spilling hair over muscled shoulders. Kahlan thrusts twice, eyes fluttering shut, then pulls out of the slick heat until she can see the tip of her cock between the curves of Cara's ass.
Cara pants beneath her as she reaches down to press at the tighter opening above where her erection rests. Cara tightens at the first touch, in what Kahlan can only guess is surprise. But the cock has made her bold, and Cara groans in approval as she dips her fingers into the Mord-Sith's sex and drags the wetness upwards.
She pushes past the resistance that Cara's ass gives her, slowly but firmly, and it is all she can do to stay upright on the bed as Cara's body grips at her length. Cara is tight around her when she's buried, almost too tight, and Kahlan can feel her control slipping with each heavy thrust. The pleasure proves too intense-before long, she's clutching tightly at Cara's hips to hold herself up as she convulses, spilling her release deep into Cara's ass.
Kahlan gulps down air as she slides free. She gestures to the washbasin by the bed after collapsing onto her back, head propped up on the pillows. "Clean me off," she orders.
Clearly frustrated, Cara throws her a look that questions her intent.
"I want that skillful tongue of yours all over me, here." Kahlan draws a fingernail over the base of her still-strong erection. "Then I'll let you ride me."
Cara's jaw clenches, but her eyes are bright. "I don't need you to come," she says in challenge.
"No? Shall I cover up and go to sleep then?" Kahlan idly runs a hand down her naked body as she speaks, palm fitting her curves. She smirks as Cara's eyes devour her. "I got everything I want from you tonight."
The Mord-Sith huffs before reaching for a soft cloth. The basin's lightly scented water is still warm. It feels more than pleasant as Cara cleans her, hand gently tugging on her cock with the cloth. Then Cara lowers her head to Kahlan's groin, cloth tossed aside. She pauses, looking at Kahlan. Her hot breath on Kahlan's erection makes her hardness jump, just touching the full, red lips above them. Cara smiles, and opens her mouth.
The wet heat is different than Cara's cunt -- more acute, somehow, as if Cara is sucking Kahlan deep into her body. With a groan and an unconscious twitch of her hips, she realizes this is exactly what the Mord-Sith is doing, all wet lips and greedy tongue. Kahlan clutches the blankets at her side to keep from ramming herself roughly into Cara's throat, and Cara smirks around the head of her cock.
"Do you like this, Mother Confessor?" Cara's voice is as husky as it is mocking, and she makes her point with her tongue, dragging it maddeningly across the tip of Kahlan's erection.
Kahlan tangles one hand in the hair at the back of Cara's head and tightens her grip. "Obviously," she says through her teeth.
"And what about this?" With short jerks of her hand at the base, Cara swirls her tongue around Kahlan's cock.
Kahlan's eyes roll back, the sensation far too much at once. "Too good," she groans.
Finally, Cara releases her. "Or this." Then it's all of her cock in Cara's mouth, every last bit, Cara's lips pressed to her groin. Kahlan can't help it-she grunts as her hips drive up, fucking into Cara's hot mouth with delirious pleasure. Cara works her expertly, sucking and tonguing until...
Kahlan's losing control, it's too much, she's-no, it's lost. The realization comes too late as her second release pumps down Cara's throat, Kahlan gasping as she comes sudden and strong. Three times Cara swallows and Kahlan can feel it each time, each pull at her cock sending her further into bliss.
It's over rather suddenly. Kahlan's mouth is dry, her hands shaky as she releases her white-knuckle grip on Cara's hair. She gives Cara a weak smirk. "Not bad," she croaks.
Cara leans back, wiping slowly at her lower lip with her forefinger, then her upper. Somehow it's the most sexual thing Kahlan has seen all night. "Have I earned my reward then, or do you require something else?" Cara doesn't bother to disguise the urgency in her tone, but Kahlan can't find it in herself to chide her for it.
Kahlan drops her head back onto the pillow, waving lazily with one hand. "Do what you will."
A blonde eyebrow arches, and Cara's lips curl into a smirk as she drags her eyes pointedly down to the cock resting against Kahlan's stomach, as hard as ever. Despite her dismissive tone, Kahlan's continued interest is obvious.
Kahlan's eyes drift shut as a sure hand closes around the base of her erection, fingertips teasing at the engorged flesh. Warm calves frame her thighs as Cara moves into position, and anticipation curls hot in Kahlan's stomach. Her arousal isn't as urgent as before, but it's no less potent, and Cara is very skilled. The slick velvet heat that surrounds her feels every bit as decadent as before, and a low moan escapes Kahlan's lips as Cara slowly lowers herself down once, twice.
But it is soon plain that Cara is too close, has been driven too wild, to maintain the deliberate pace. Her movements become sharp and erratic, and Kahlan watches as the Mord-Sith's legendary self-control shatters. She digs her fingers into Cara's thighs and juts her hips upward to punctuate each of Cara's moans, which seem to escape unbidden from her throat.
After everything she's felt tonight, Kahlan thought that Cara's body could hold no more surprises. Nothing could have prepared her, though, for the feeling that grips her as Cara climaxes around her, slick cunt clenching every inch of her cock. The sensation, coupled with the sight of Cara arching back, heated skin shining golden in the lamplight, is enough to drive Kahlan to the edge again much sooner than she expected. Her orgasm is no less intense than her previous two, leaving her gasping as she spills deep into Cara's sex.
Cara grinds slowly against her as she finishes, then turns to collapse next to Kahlan. The women say nothing for some time, heavy pants slowing to deep breaths. Kahlan rolls to face Cara and is unsurprised to find the blonde sporting a self-satisfied smirk.
She nearly forgets how all this started. Nearly.
But there was a reason she decided to purchase the vial, and Kahlan wants to know the point has been driven home. Rising up on one elbow to hover over Cara, she narrows her eyes at the smug grin on the Mord-Sith's face. "Satisfied, are you?"
Cara seems to catch the edge to Kahlan's question, for her smile grows wider, more brazen. "If you say so." Her tone is needling, but the flush of her cheeks and the heavy rise and fall of her chest betray the truth.
Reaching out to take a stray wisp of blonde hair between her fingers, Kahlan leans in close, invading Cara's space. She can smell the sweat and the remnants of leather on tanned skin. "Your tavern boys wouldn't have lasted half as long between the two of them," she says, low and imperious.
"Oh, you think we're done?" The smirk on Cara's lips becomes a full-on predatory grin, and Kahlan shudders as fingertips trail up the inside of her thigh, teasing at the cock still hard between her legs. "Your little friend doesn't seem to agree, Mother Confessor."
Kahlan looks down between their bodies, groaning as Cara grips her erection firmly with her hand. "How long are these supposed to last? An hour?"
"An entire night," Cara purrs, her lips brushing Kahlan's ear before falling to her neck. She tugs meaningfully at Kahlan's cock. "Which is part of makes it far superior to the actual equipment."
Kahlan gulps. She wasn't expecting to have to handle a whole night of sex with Cara-it was more intense than fighting banelings. Half an hour usually exhausted her. "What's the other part?"
"The other part is criminal, really," Cara says. She kisses Kahlan, short but hard. "Those men downstairs-they're not you."
Kahlan can't help but smile, but her lips shift into the circle of a moan as Cara grips mercilessly at her erection. "I told you that you were better off coming upstairs," she says breathlessly.
"Mmm," Cara hums in agreement, nipping at the flesh on Kahlan's neck. "So where do you want to fuck me next?"
"…The bed's pretty comfortable," says Kahlan.
Cara laughs. "No. Where do you want to put this…into my body," she says, squeezing down on Kahlan's erection. "You've had me everywhere; which did you like best?"
"Oh." Kahlan blushes. "I think…I liked this." She moves her fingers between Cara's legs, stroking her sex.
Bearing down on Kahlan's hand, Cara nods as if receiving orders on the battlefield. Even the gleam of excitement in her eyes is the same. "And after that?"
Any thoughts of exhaustion are rapidly disappearing with the heat of Cara's hand on her cock. Kahlan groans, then answers with the push of her hand, two fingers slipping just inside of Cara. "Why don't we start with this, and go from there?"
Cara arches against Kahlan's hand, trying to drive her fingers deeper. When Kahlan pulls back, an impish grin on her lips, Cara raises an eyebrow. Kahlan answers with a roll of her hips and fingers clutched tightly around the Mord-Sith's thighs. Cara seems to understand at once, for she rises up on her knees and sinks back down in a single fluid motion, seating herself on Kahlan's cock once more.
Kahlan groans, reaching to hold Cara's waist as the Mord-Sith begins to rock against her. The pleasure is sharp, flooding her senses completely, and it's easy to get lost in it.
"You know I haven't fucked anyone but you in months," Cara says suddenly. She sits straighter, grinds her hips, lets the corners of her lips quirk up. "It didn't take long to figure out that getting you jealous is the best way under that Confessor dress of yours."
Kahlan is speechless. She should probably be upset at being manipulated so easily, but knowing that Cara chose to be faithful to her of her own volition...for a small moment, her pleasure is entirely emotional. "You could've just told me," Kahlan says. "Or asked me."
Cara leans down, presses their breasts together, fucking Kahlan with short, smooth thrusts. "Ask you for sex? How boring. Besides, you're more fun in bed when you're angry."
"I am not," says Kahlan, already breathless. "I can be plenty of fun in bed without being angry, Cara."
"Are you angry right now?"
"Quite the opposite," Kahlan says softly.
"Then prove it," Cara breathes out against her lips. "Fuck me like you hate me."
Kahlan laughs, hair clinging to her face as she forcefully wrestles Cara under her. She takes her with hard thrusts, kisses Cara roughly until the blonde is a mess of moans and cries.
Leave it to a Mord-Sith to teach Kahlan something about love.
Author: endgirl, simplesetgo, and thedawn
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~3500 words
Summary: Kahlan is jealous, and decides to teach Cara a lesson. With sex.
A/N: Late fill for seeker_kinkmeme, prompt jealous!Kahlan, magic cock
A/N 2: A first-ever collaborative effort by endgirl, simplesetgo, and thedawn. Enjoy!
Kahlan's eyes quickly spot out her prey as she descends the stairs. Her skin tingles from the recent release of magic, and there's a pleasant tug between her legs. She didn't want her powers to be a consideration in her plan.
Cara sits at the bar across the tavern's main room, and it looks like her red leathers aren't doing much to scare away the patrons. At her left sits a handsome young man, either a noble or a merchant by his clothing, and on her other side is a rugged traveler whose stubbled face and quick eyes speak of years spent on the road. It's clear it is the traveler she is planning to favor for the evening. Or, knowing Cara, she might be going for them both. Kahlan strides across the room, determined to let her know her plans have changed. The Mord-Sith gives no indication that she has noticed Kahlan, which only stokes the flames of jealousy in her.
Her voice is husky and soft as she leans over to whisper in Cara's ear, but her fingers dig like claws into the leather-covered waist. "Upstairs." She moves a hand to the front of Cara's uniform, just under her breast, and ignores the stares of her would-be suitors. "Now."
"I'm not finished with my drink." Cara's smirk is evident in her voice as she reaches for the mug in front of her.
Kahlan's hand clamps over Cara's wrist before it can reach its target. "I think you are," she says through gritted teeth.
"Mother Confessor?" Cara says, turning to look at her with a raised brow. Kahlan hesitates. With her title invoked, she should step back, fold her hands, and smile her small smile before departing. But that's what Cara wants and expects, to be left alone to play her game with these two, so instead she pulls Cara back against her. One hand on her hip, the other slips around Cara's jaw, turning her head back forward. Kahlan's mouth drops to her ear where, hidden by her hair, she bites down on the lobe. Cara hisses.
"Upstairs," Kahlan repeats, whisper soft. "That's not a request, Mord-Sith."
She bites again, then circles the shell with her tongue. The hand at her neck travels down her breast, her side. She squeezes Cara's hips, fingers biting into the leather, before turning and leaving.
Kahlan hears a commotion at the bar as she begins up the stairs, the sound of stools scraping over the damp floor and coins falling heavy on the tabletop. Cara makes a cocky remark about coming back later and the traveler chuckles lecherously, but Kahlan doesn't turn around to check if the Mord-Sith is obeying her command. The footfalls that follow her up the steps tell her what she needs to know.
She turns the key in the door to the rented room, and she waits for only a moment before Cara strides in behind her. Her eyes are dark with anger and curiosity, and more than a little arousal.
"Kahlan, what are you-"
Kahlan's tongue is in Cara's mouth before she can finish the thought. "Quiet," she hisses, tangling her fingers punishingly in Cara's hair.
There's a flash in Cara's eyes, as if she's considering protesting further; Kahlan kisses her again, hard and demanding, until she feels the defiance give way. When the gloved hands clutching her back slide down over her hips to tug her closer, she pulls abruptly away.
"Get these off." Kahlan plucks at the front of Cara's leathers before crossing the room to where her pack sits on the dresser. She rummages through it until her fingers close around a small glass vial. She uncorks it and downs the contents in one gulp. Surprisingly, it tastes rather sweet. Then she waits nervously, her back still to Cara, for something to happen.
Moments later her sex begins to tingle. She goes numb between her legs and braces herself on the dresser. What if something goes wrong? But she has no need to fear; the sudden overwhelming pressure in her smalls lets her know the elixir worked perfectly.
She turns from the dresser and at first Cara only raises her eyebrows expectantly, bare hand propped on a canted hip. Then her eyes rake down Kahlan's body, as though to remind Kahlan that she's still clothed, but her gaze stops cold at the bulge in her dress, her lips parting in surprise.
Kahlan's lips curl into a predatory smirk as she reaches up to unlace her dress. The white fabric slides over her shoulders, pooling at her feet. The black underskirt soon follows, along with her smalls, allowing her newly acquired cock to jut proudly from between her legs.
Cara makes to speak, closes her mouth, quirks her brow. "Kahlan," she says slowly. "Why do you have a cock?"
"Because you're mine," says Kahlan. She steps toward Cara as she explores her erection with a hand. "There's nothing those rough men you bed so often can give you that I can't."
"So you're jealous," says Cara.
"Jealous?" Kahlan shakes her head. "I'm the Mother Confessor. I don't like others playing with my things."
Cara licks her lips at the words, but the gesture turns quickly to a devilish smile. "So you're jealous," she repeats, with more conviction.
Kahlan growls and closes the distance between them with a single step. She grabs Cara by the hips and pulls her sharply against the hardness between her legs. "Mine," she says, more forcefully this time.
Cara looks down at the cock pressed between their torsos. As her darkened eyes flick back up to meet Kahlan's, her smile grows wider. "Yes, Mother Confessor."
Kahlan wipes the grin from Cara's face with a rough kiss and a hand tangled tightly in blonde hair. The friction of Cara's abdomen against her newfound length is nearly enough to drive Kahlan to distraction. With a sharp moan, she slides her free hand up between them, pushing against Cara's chest until the Mord-Sith is pressed against the edge of the bed. Kahlan tugs Cara's head to the side, lowering her mouth to assault the tender skin of Cara's neck with teeth and tongue.
When she feels a groan rumble in Cara's throat, needy and wanton, Kahlan shoves her down onto the bed, hard enough that Cara grunts and lands sprawled out on her back, arms at her sides and legs parted. Kahlan licks her lips, eyeing Cara hungrily before she mounts her, lowering herself over the Mord-Sith's body. Her erection pressed against Cara's belly, she sucks another kiss from the blonde's giving mouth. Her hips roll slightly, the pleasurable friction and pressure giving rise to a moan in Kahlan's throat.
She had meant to take her time with this. To explore every sensation her new body part has to offer. But as Cara rocks up beneath her, impatient and wanting, all she desires is to pin the Mord-Sith's shoulders down and drive into her. There will be time for exploration later, after all.
With the scent of Cara's arousal thick in the air, Kahlan positions herself between the legs that have fallen open to her. She moves the tip of one finger along the length of wet curls and resists the urge to venture deeper. She wants that first thrust all for her cock. Spreading Cara open with two fingers, Kahlan guides the head of her erection to the slick opening. With one swift push, she slides deep into Cara.
The wanton moan that Cara looses goes almost unnoticed by Kahlan, lost as she is in the exquisite heat of Cara's cunt surrounding her cock. She lets out a shuddering breath, braces herself above Cara, and begins to thrust.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Kahlan murmurs against Cara's mouth. Cara clutches at her back in answer, pushes up with her hips to take Kahlan deeper. "You wanted one of these inside you. Is this good enough? It'd better be, because this is all you're getting."
Cara moans, and the sound doesn't resemble any word Kahlan recognizes. She breathes against Cara's parted lips, huffs with each thrust inside her, pushes her tongue in Cara's mouth and kisses her until Cara whines for want of breath.
But she doesn't relent. She moves faster and faster inside of Cara, thrusts harder and harder, until speckles of light burst behind her eyelids. She knows she should feel Cara's skin beneath her hands, feel blonde hair in her fingers, but every nerve in her body seems to have shifted to her groin, and every one is on fire. Only when she realizes how close she is to losing control does she slow. With a haggard breath, she forces the erratic motion of her hips to become slow, deliberate, deep.
Below her, Cara is arching insistently, her fingers gripping at the soft flesh of Kahlan's hips, trying desperately to increase the pace. Kahlan rocks back far enough to snatch Cara's wrists, then slams forward hard as she presses them into the blanket on either side of Cara's head.
"I'm not one of your tavern boys," Kahlan pants out, stilling her hips. Cara jerks with a whine, and Kahlan's hands tighten on her wrists. "You'll finish when I say you can finish."
"Kahlan!" The Mord-Sith writhes insistently beneath her, but stills when it becomes clear her movements won't accomplish much. Her breasts push against Kahlan's with every breath as she stares up expectantly.
"Kahlan what?" the Confessor teases, biting at Cara's lip. One generous push of her hips, one slow fuck into Cara's body, has the other woman melting beneath her. Then she says, "Turn over," and pulls out, sits back, smiles at the speed with which Cara goes to her hands and knees, raising her ass to offer to Kahlan.
She seats herself inside Cara without preamble. The Mord-Sith gasps and throws her head back, spilling hair over muscled shoulders. Kahlan thrusts twice, eyes fluttering shut, then pulls out of the slick heat until she can see the tip of her cock between the curves of Cara's ass.
Cara pants beneath her as she reaches down to press at the tighter opening above where her erection rests. Cara tightens at the first touch, in what Kahlan can only guess is surprise. But the cock has made her bold, and Cara groans in approval as she dips her fingers into the Mord-Sith's sex and drags the wetness upwards.
She pushes past the resistance that Cara's ass gives her, slowly but firmly, and it is all she can do to stay upright on the bed as Cara's body grips at her length. Cara is tight around her when she's buried, almost too tight, and Kahlan can feel her control slipping with each heavy thrust. The pleasure proves too intense-before long, she's clutching tightly at Cara's hips to hold herself up as she convulses, spilling her release deep into Cara's ass.
Kahlan gulps down air as she slides free. She gestures to the washbasin by the bed after collapsing onto her back, head propped up on the pillows. "Clean me off," she orders.
Clearly frustrated, Cara throws her a look that questions her intent.
"I want that skillful tongue of yours all over me, here." Kahlan draws a fingernail over the base of her still-strong erection. "Then I'll let you ride me."
Cara's jaw clenches, but her eyes are bright. "I don't need you to come," she says in challenge.
"No? Shall I cover up and go to sleep then?" Kahlan idly runs a hand down her naked body as she speaks, palm fitting her curves. She smirks as Cara's eyes devour her. "I got everything I want from you tonight."
The Mord-Sith huffs before reaching for a soft cloth. The basin's lightly scented water is still warm. It feels more than pleasant as Cara cleans her, hand gently tugging on her cock with the cloth. Then Cara lowers her head to Kahlan's groin, cloth tossed aside. She pauses, looking at Kahlan. Her hot breath on Kahlan's erection makes her hardness jump, just touching the full, red lips above them. Cara smiles, and opens her mouth.
The wet heat is different than Cara's cunt -- more acute, somehow, as if Cara is sucking Kahlan deep into her body. With a groan and an unconscious twitch of her hips, she realizes this is exactly what the Mord-Sith is doing, all wet lips and greedy tongue. Kahlan clutches the blankets at her side to keep from ramming herself roughly into Cara's throat, and Cara smirks around the head of her cock.
"Do you like this, Mother Confessor?" Cara's voice is as husky as it is mocking, and she makes her point with her tongue, dragging it maddeningly across the tip of Kahlan's erection.
Kahlan tangles one hand in the hair at the back of Cara's head and tightens her grip. "Obviously," she says through her teeth.
"And what about this?" With short jerks of her hand at the base, Cara swirls her tongue around Kahlan's cock.
Kahlan's eyes roll back, the sensation far too much at once. "Too good," she groans.
Finally, Cara releases her. "Or this." Then it's all of her cock in Cara's mouth, every last bit, Cara's lips pressed to her groin. Kahlan can't help it-she grunts as her hips drive up, fucking into Cara's hot mouth with delirious pleasure. Cara works her expertly, sucking and tonguing until...
Kahlan's losing control, it's too much, she's-no, it's lost. The realization comes too late as her second release pumps down Cara's throat, Kahlan gasping as she comes sudden and strong. Three times Cara swallows and Kahlan can feel it each time, each pull at her cock sending her further into bliss.
It's over rather suddenly. Kahlan's mouth is dry, her hands shaky as she releases her white-knuckle grip on Cara's hair. She gives Cara a weak smirk. "Not bad," she croaks.
Cara leans back, wiping slowly at her lower lip with her forefinger, then her upper. Somehow it's the most sexual thing Kahlan has seen all night. "Have I earned my reward then, or do you require something else?" Cara doesn't bother to disguise the urgency in her tone, but Kahlan can't find it in herself to chide her for it.
Kahlan drops her head back onto the pillow, waving lazily with one hand. "Do what you will."
A blonde eyebrow arches, and Cara's lips curl into a smirk as she drags her eyes pointedly down to the cock resting against Kahlan's stomach, as hard as ever. Despite her dismissive tone, Kahlan's continued interest is obvious.
Kahlan's eyes drift shut as a sure hand closes around the base of her erection, fingertips teasing at the engorged flesh. Warm calves frame her thighs as Cara moves into position, and anticipation curls hot in Kahlan's stomach. Her arousal isn't as urgent as before, but it's no less potent, and Cara is very skilled. The slick velvet heat that surrounds her feels every bit as decadent as before, and a low moan escapes Kahlan's lips as Cara slowly lowers herself down once, twice.
But it is soon plain that Cara is too close, has been driven too wild, to maintain the deliberate pace. Her movements become sharp and erratic, and Kahlan watches as the Mord-Sith's legendary self-control shatters. She digs her fingers into Cara's thighs and juts her hips upward to punctuate each of Cara's moans, which seem to escape unbidden from her throat.
After everything she's felt tonight, Kahlan thought that Cara's body could hold no more surprises. Nothing could have prepared her, though, for the feeling that grips her as Cara climaxes around her, slick cunt clenching every inch of her cock. The sensation, coupled with the sight of Cara arching back, heated skin shining golden in the lamplight, is enough to drive Kahlan to the edge again much sooner than she expected. Her orgasm is no less intense than her previous two, leaving her gasping as she spills deep into Cara's sex.
Cara grinds slowly against her as she finishes, then turns to collapse next to Kahlan. The women say nothing for some time, heavy pants slowing to deep breaths. Kahlan rolls to face Cara and is unsurprised to find the blonde sporting a self-satisfied smirk.
She nearly forgets how all this started. Nearly.
But there was a reason she decided to purchase the vial, and Kahlan wants to know the point has been driven home. Rising up on one elbow to hover over Cara, she narrows her eyes at the smug grin on the Mord-Sith's face. "Satisfied, are you?"
Cara seems to catch the edge to Kahlan's question, for her smile grows wider, more brazen. "If you say so." Her tone is needling, but the flush of her cheeks and the heavy rise and fall of her chest betray the truth.
Reaching out to take a stray wisp of blonde hair between her fingers, Kahlan leans in close, invading Cara's space. She can smell the sweat and the remnants of leather on tanned skin. "Your tavern boys wouldn't have lasted half as long between the two of them," she says, low and imperious.
"Oh, you think we're done?" The smirk on Cara's lips becomes a full-on predatory grin, and Kahlan shudders as fingertips trail up the inside of her thigh, teasing at the cock still hard between her legs. "Your little friend doesn't seem to agree, Mother Confessor."
Kahlan looks down between their bodies, groaning as Cara grips her erection firmly with her hand. "How long are these supposed to last? An hour?"
"An entire night," Cara purrs, her lips brushing Kahlan's ear before falling to her neck. She tugs meaningfully at Kahlan's cock. "Which is part of makes it far superior to the actual equipment."
Kahlan gulps. She wasn't expecting to have to handle a whole night of sex with Cara-it was more intense than fighting banelings. Half an hour usually exhausted her. "What's the other part?"
"The other part is criminal, really," Cara says. She kisses Kahlan, short but hard. "Those men downstairs-they're not you."
Kahlan can't help but smile, but her lips shift into the circle of a moan as Cara grips mercilessly at her erection. "I told you that you were better off coming upstairs," she says breathlessly.
"Mmm," Cara hums in agreement, nipping at the flesh on Kahlan's neck. "So where do you want to fuck me next?"
"…The bed's pretty comfortable," says Kahlan.
Cara laughs. "No. Where do you want to put this…into my body," she says, squeezing down on Kahlan's erection. "You've had me everywhere; which did you like best?"
"Oh." Kahlan blushes. "I think…I liked this." She moves her fingers between Cara's legs, stroking her sex.
Bearing down on Kahlan's hand, Cara nods as if receiving orders on the battlefield. Even the gleam of excitement in her eyes is the same. "And after that?"
Any thoughts of exhaustion are rapidly disappearing with the heat of Cara's hand on her cock. Kahlan groans, then answers with the push of her hand, two fingers slipping just inside of Cara. "Why don't we start with this, and go from there?"
Cara arches against Kahlan's hand, trying to drive her fingers deeper. When Kahlan pulls back, an impish grin on her lips, Cara raises an eyebrow. Kahlan answers with a roll of her hips and fingers clutched tightly around the Mord-Sith's thighs. Cara seems to understand at once, for she rises up on her knees and sinks back down in a single fluid motion, seating herself on Kahlan's cock once more.
Kahlan groans, reaching to hold Cara's waist as the Mord-Sith begins to rock against her. The pleasure is sharp, flooding her senses completely, and it's easy to get lost in it.
"You know I haven't fucked anyone but you in months," Cara says suddenly. She sits straighter, grinds her hips, lets the corners of her lips quirk up. "It didn't take long to figure out that getting you jealous is the best way under that Confessor dress of yours."
Kahlan is speechless. She should probably be upset at being manipulated so easily, but knowing that Cara chose to be faithful to her of her own volition...for a small moment, her pleasure is entirely emotional. "You could've just told me," Kahlan says. "Or asked me."
Cara leans down, presses their breasts together, fucking Kahlan with short, smooth thrusts. "Ask you for sex? How boring. Besides, you're more fun in bed when you're angry."
"I am not," says Kahlan, already breathless. "I can be plenty of fun in bed without being angry, Cara."
"Are you angry right now?"
"Quite the opposite," Kahlan says softly.
"Then prove it," Cara breathes out against her lips. "Fuck me like you hate me."
Kahlan laughs, hair clinging to her face as she forcefully wrestles Cara under her. She takes her with hard thrusts, kisses Cara roughly until the blonde is a mess of moans and cries.
Leave it to a Mord-Sith to teach Kahlan something about love.