Road to Ruin 4b/?
Title: Road to Ruin 4b/?
Author: synergyfox
Pairing(s): Cara/Kahlan, Garen/Dahlia, Raina/Berdine, Denna/Nicci
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Over excessive flirting... the mentions of fingers... oh and mind altering fruit. Crack chapter.
Disclaimer: Terry Goodkind [and Disney] own the Sword of Truth/Legend of the Seeker... I honestly just own the demented brain behind this fic - oh and an Optimus Prime helmet I write in.
Summary: Post-Torn, things don't go as planned and the two parts of Kahlan are not reunited.
Part: | 1 | 2 | 3a | 3b | 3c | 3d | 4a | 4b |
Denna grimaced as she sat next to Nicci on the fallen tree, her back was still sore thanks to the Home Guard who had gotten the lucky shot in but her rescuer had done a splendid job of bandaging her up. The blonde next to her offered up a full water-skin and Denna accepted with a thankful smile. "Do you have some sort of plan then? I've gathered you're not idiotic enough to just barge into Aydindril without one."
"I know the entire layout of Aydindril... the Home Guard has not changed their routine since the first Mother Confessor."
Nicci blinked, turning her head slowly as she studied the young woman, "how in the name of the Keeper do you know that?"
The Mord'Sith bit the inside of her cheek - could she risk telling the woman? No she would wind up stranded alone and injured... omission was the best option.
"I was... trained with many others to kill Confessors... learning the layout of Aydindril and the Confessor's Palace was mandatory."
The former Sister of the Dark narrowed her eyes as everything fell into place: the difficulty with getting her Han to flow into the woman, her escape from Aydindril with only one injury, her hesitance when it came to the simple mention of magic. "You are Mord'Sith." Denna nodded her head after a few minutes of silence and Nicci sighed, "it makes sense now... why I couldn't heal you. Even with my lack of Han at the moment, it was incredibly hard to get your body to accept any Han at all."
Denna's eyes narrowed and she turned her head, loose hair whipping around, "you're a Witch?!"
"For your information, the accepted vernacular is 'sorceress.'" Nicci bit out, crossing her arms over her chest with an indignant huff.
"Sorceress. Yes. Well that makes things much easier in rescuing Cara."
Nicci's eyes narrowed and she turned her head to glare at Denna, "you are not going to use me for my powers and I am most certainly not going to break into Aydindril. The First Wizard has a powerful spell active... it drains Han."
Denna's cheeks puffed as her shoulders went slack and she crossed her arms over her chest, "but..."
"I..." Nicci sighed as she studied Denna; the blonde looked so completely and utterly miserable and she was suddenly struck with the feeling that she had kicked a puppy. An injured, sopping wet, starving... freezing... puppy. "Fine... I will help you..."
It took all of her training as a Mord'Sith to resist throwing her arms around the woman and hugging her. "Thank you."
Nicci nodded her head and crossed her arms tighter against her chest, muttering about damsels in distress and how they just needed to cease being so... damsely in distressy.
"I am not, nor have I ever been, a 'damsel in distress.' I am Mord'Sith, thank you very much." Denna muttered and stood, grimacing in pain from the sudden movement.
"You were shot in the back with an arrow and I found you unconscious in the river. That seems like the epitome of damsel in distress." The Mord'Sith turned and glared down at Nicci who just smirked at the coldness, "you know it is true. Do not even attempt to deny it. Now sit back down before you agitate your wound more.”
Denna glared at her, a defiant look in her eye before relenting and sitting back down on the tree stump.
“A thank you would be nice.”
Denna's lips pursed, “thank you.”
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// A few days later
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Nicci smirked as she wrapped her arms around Denna's waist - the horse moved steadily down the path at a slow pace. The Mord'Sith continued to sulk, “I don't see why you can't just... magic leathers...”
“Because I need easy access to your wound, cease complaining. The dress looks quite nice on you.”
Denna's eyes nearly crossed as she continued to sulk, 'of course you would say that. In the four days that I have been with you I have discovered what an immense pervert you are."
"Now, now. I was only checking to make sure you were okay... you were gone for a long time."
"I was bathing!"
"And vulnerable. What if some hulking male had stumbled upon you? I had to ensure your safety."
"You mean I was naked! You ju-I am never vulnerable! I am Mord'Sith! Vulnerability is not in my dictionary!"
Nicci nodded, "and that's why you were shot with an arrow."
"Stop bringing the arrow up! It was a lucky shot! Keeper, why are you so infuriating?! If I were in my right mind I would Agiel you."
"Mm, I'd like to see you try."
"You'd enjoy it too much." Denna bit out, sulking on the front of the horse - it didn't help that she had no Agiel... it was still in Aydindril.
In the dungeon.
Most likely being fondled by the Mother Confessor.
She was going to have to cleans-a pair of hands moved from her waist down, caressing the tops of her thighs.
"NICCI!"
Birds fled from trees and small animals (some big ones too) rushed away, deeper into the woods - all fearing the wrath of an Agielless Mord'Sith.
"Yes Denna?"
The hands moved higher and Denna's eyes narrowed dangerously, she grasped Nicci's wrists and twisted - a hiss of pain escaped the other blonde's lips as Denna pressed down on two pressure points. "If you do not keep your hands at an appropriate level you will never use them again, am I understood?"
"Yes." Nicci grunted, face screwed up in pain.
Denna released her wrists and Nicci hesitantly wrapped an arm around Denna's waist, grasping the reigns with her free hand.
"I'm so-"
A feminine war cry cut off her attempted apology and something hard slammed into her side; the ground came fast and Nicci threw both of her hands out, letting go of Denna as they plummeted. The air visibly hardened and they landed on an invisible, padded surface in midair. Knees landed on either side of her head and Nicci blinked, trying to clear her vision of the browned leather thighs.
"You captured Mistress Denna. You will die."
Denna's eyes crossed as fingers prodded her head and cheeks, "what are you doing you insolent child?!"
"I'm not a child!"
"Get off of me!" Nicci's hands shot up, palms slapping hard against the leathered woman's backside.
"MOLESTER! GAREN! THIS WOMAN IS MOLESTING ME!" Nicci let a blast of Han flow out and the woman on top of her let out a highly undignified screech, scrambling forward and off of the pad of air, "you burned my ass!"
Denna tilted her head at an odd angle and blinked, a finger pressed her nose down, "Berdine. Stop poking me."
"But it's so fun."
"Cease."
"But your nose is so squishy..." the tiny Mord'Sith let out a whine as she was pulled away and Denna sat up slowly, grimacing at the soreness in her back.
A black haired Mord'Sith smiled sheepishly at her, keeping her arms locked securely around Berdine's waist. "I'm really sorry, Mistress Denna. There was fruit about a league back... giant... bluish-green fruit. 'Dine and Dahlia dug in while Garen and I were setting up camp..."
"Ah... with crimson speckles?" Nicci asked, smirking and rubbing her hands together to wipe the soot away from her spell.
"Yes." Another dark-haired woman muttered, inspecting the backside of Dahlia's leathers.
"Gravista fruit..." she cocked her head to the side, glancing at Denna, "they're on a magical high."
Denna nodded her head, lips twitching in amusement as the tiny bundle of a Mord'Sith tried to free herself from Raina's grasp, begging to "poke the squishy" because "the squishy needed to be poked" and if she didn't get to poke it she was pretty sure "the squishy" would die a horrible and painful death.
At least that was what she managed to catch before Berdine screeched: "The book told me so! I have to poke it! Please Rai-Rai! PLEASE!"
"Rai-Rai? I thought Mord'Sith were supposed to be frightful women... I see I have been lied to..." Denna's head whipped around, hair flying - she glared at the former Sister of the Dark. "What? What'd I do?! Why are you glaring at me!? I didn't do anything this time."
"I'll show you frightful!" Denna snatched the Agiel from Berdine's holster on her path to Nicci.
"Hey! HEY! Down! Put that down! Now! Woman! Put that down! Down now!"
A pair of shiny Dacras met the Agiel's path and they danced a dance of weapons.
"Oh... it's so shiny. Can I poke it?"
"Garen... make the handprints go away... these are my favorite leathers."
The blondes came to a stop, panting with their weapons pressed firmly together - Nicci wiggled her eyebrows, a smirk appearing on her lips as she leaned forward a little. "You can touch me with your Agiel for as long as you want if I can finger you for just as long."
Denna's eyes widened and her concentration broke - she flailed a little and stumbled away from the perverted sorceress. Her eyes narrowed a little as she found herself considering it, Denna pursed her lips. "Maybe."
"Gonna hold you to that." Nicci moved past her, stopping to whisper seductively in her ear, "Mistress Denna."
The sound of a 'hnng' escaped Denna's throat.
"Alright you two... high ones... come with me. We're setting camp up as we're obviously going to be camped out together now."
"We didn't agree to-"
"Shut up." Denna bit out, "we're staying together."
"Don't we get a say in this?!" A glare. "Never mind... I didn't even ask that."
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Author: synergyfox
Pairing(s): Cara/Kahlan, Garen/Dahlia, Raina/Berdine, Denna/Nicci
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Over excessive flirting... the mentions of fingers... oh and mind altering fruit. Crack chapter.
Disclaimer: Terry Goodkind [and Disney] own the Sword of Truth/Legend of the Seeker... I honestly just own the demented brain behind this fic - oh and an Optimus Prime helmet I write in.
Summary: Post-Torn, things don't go as planned and the two parts of Kahlan are not reunited.
Part: | 1 | 2 | 3a | 3b | 3c | 3d | 4a | 4b |
Denna grimaced as she sat next to Nicci on the fallen tree, her back was still sore thanks to the Home Guard who had gotten the lucky shot in but her rescuer had done a splendid job of bandaging her up. The blonde next to her offered up a full water-skin and Denna accepted with a thankful smile. "Do you have some sort of plan then? I've gathered you're not idiotic enough to just barge into Aydindril without one."
"I know the entire layout of Aydindril... the Home Guard has not changed their routine since the first Mother Confessor."
Nicci blinked, turning her head slowly as she studied the young woman, "how in the name of the Keeper do you know that?"
The Mord'Sith bit the inside of her cheek - could she risk telling the woman? No she would wind up stranded alone and injured... omission was the best option.
"I was... trained with many others to kill Confessors... learning the layout of Aydindril and the Confessor's Palace was mandatory."
The former Sister of the Dark narrowed her eyes as everything fell into place: the difficulty with getting her Han to flow into the woman, her escape from Aydindril with only one injury, her hesitance when it came to the simple mention of magic. "You are Mord'Sith." Denna nodded her head after a few minutes of silence and Nicci sighed, "it makes sense now... why I couldn't heal you. Even with my lack of Han at the moment, it was incredibly hard to get your body to accept any Han at all."
Denna's eyes narrowed and she turned her head, loose hair whipping around, "you're a Witch?!"
"For your information, the accepted vernacular is 'sorceress.'" Nicci bit out, crossing her arms over her chest with an indignant huff.
"Sorceress. Yes. Well that makes things much easier in rescuing Cara."
Nicci's eyes narrowed and she turned her head to glare at Denna, "you are not going to use me for my powers and I am most certainly not going to break into Aydindril. The First Wizard has a powerful spell active... it drains Han."
Denna's cheeks puffed as her shoulders went slack and she crossed her arms over her chest, "but..."
"I..." Nicci sighed as she studied Denna; the blonde looked so completely and utterly miserable and she was suddenly struck with the feeling that she had kicked a puppy. An injured, sopping wet, starving... freezing... puppy. "Fine... I will help you..."
It took all of her training as a Mord'Sith to resist throwing her arms around the woman and hugging her. "Thank you."
Nicci nodded her head and crossed her arms tighter against her chest, muttering about damsels in distress and how they just needed to cease being so... damsely in distressy.
"I am not, nor have I ever been, a 'damsel in distress.' I am Mord'Sith, thank you very much." Denna muttered and stood, grimacing in pain from the sudden movement.
"You were shot in the back with an arrow and I found you unconscious in the river. That seems like the epitome of damsel in distress." The Mord'Sith turned and glared down at Nicci who just smirked at the coldness, "you know it is true. Do not even attempt to deny it. Now sit back down before you agitate your wound more.”
Denna glared at her, a defiant look in her eye before relenting and sitting back down on the tree stump.
“A thank you would be nice.”
Denna's lips pursed, “thank you.”
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// A few days later
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Nicci smirked as she wrapped her arms around Denna's waist - the horse moved steadily down the path at a slow pace. The Mord'Sith continued to sulk, “I don't see why you can't just... magic leathers...”
“Because I need easy access to your wound, cease complaining. The dress looks quite nice on you.”
Denna's eyes nearly crossed as she continued to sulk, 'of course you would say that. In the four days that I have been with you I have discovered what an immense pervert you are."
"Now, now. I was only checking to make sure you were okay... you were gone for a long time."
"I was bathing!"
"And vulnerable. What if some hulking male had stumbled upon you? I had to ensure your safety."
"You mean I was naked! You ju-I am never vulnerable! I am Mord'Sith! Vulnerability is not in my dictionary!"
Nicci nodded, "and that's why you were shot with an arrow."
"Stop bringing the arrow up! It was a lucky shot! Keeper, why are you so infuriating?! If I were in my right mind I would Agiel you."
"Mm, I'd like to see you try."
"You'd enjoy it too much." Denna bit out, sulking on the front of the horse - it didn't help that she had no Agiel... it was still in Aydindril.
In the dungeon.
Most likely being fondled by the Mother Confessor.
She was going to have to cleans-a pair of hands moved from her waist down, caressing the tops of her thighs.
"NICCI!"
Birds fled from trees and small animals (some big ones too) rushed away, deeper into the woods - all fearing the wrath of an Agielless Mord'Sith.
"Yes Denna?"
The hands moved higher and Denna's eyes narrowed dangerously, she grasped Nicci's wrists and twisted - a hiss of pain escaped the other blonde's lips as Denna pressed down on two pressure points. "If you do not keep your hands at an appropriate level you will never use them again, am I understood?"
"Yes." Nicci grunted, face screwed up in pain.
Denna released her wrists and Nicci hesitantly wrapped an arm around Denna's waist, grasping the reigns with her free hand.
"I'm so-"
A feminine war cry cut off her attempted apology and something hard slammed into her side; the ground came fast and Nicci threw both of her hands out, letting go of Denna as they plummeted. The air visibly hardened and they landed on an invisible, padded surface in midair. Knees landed on either side of her head and Nicci blinked, trying to clear her vision of the browned leather thighs.
"You captured Mistress Denna. You will die."
Denna's eyes crossed as fingers prodded her head and cheeks, "what are you doing you insolent child?!"
"I'm not a child!"
"Get off of me!" Nicci's hands shot up, palms slapping hard against the leathered woman's backside.
"MOLESTER! GAREN! THIS WOMAN IS MOLESTING ME!" Nicci let a blast of Han flow out and the woman on top of her let out a highly undignified screech, scrambling forward and off of the pad of air, "you burned my ass!"
Denna tilted her head at an odd angle and blinked, a finger pressed her nose down, "Berdine. Stop poking me."
"But it's so fun."
"Cease."
"But your nose is so squishy..." the tiny Mord'Sith let out a whine as she was pulled away and Denna sat up slowly, grimacing at the soreness in her back.
A black haired Mord'Sith smiled sheepishly at her, keeping her arms locked securely around Berdine's waist. "I'm really sorry, Mistress Denna. There was fruit about a league back... giant... bluish-green fruit. 'Dine and Dahlia dug in while Garen and I were setting up camp..."
"Ah... with crimson speckles?" Nicci asked, smirking and rubbing her hands together to wipe the soot away from her spell.
"Yes." Another dark-haired woman muttered, inspecting the backside of Dahlia's leathers.
"Gravista fruit..." she cocked her head to the side, glancing at Denna, "they're on a magical high."
Denna nodded her head, lips twitching in amusement as the tiny bundle of a Mord'Sith tried to free herself from Raina's grasp, begging to "poke the squishy" because "the squishy needed to be poked" and if she didn't get to poke it she was pretty sure "the squishy" would die a horrible and painful death.
At least that was what she managed to catch before Berdine screeched: "The book told me so! I have to poke it! Please Rai-Rai! PLEASE!"
"Rai-Rai? I thought Mord'Sith were supposed to be frightful women... I see I have been lied to..." Denna's head whipped around, hair flying - she glared at the former Sister of the Dark. "What? What'd I do?! Why are you glaring at me!? I didn't do anything this time."
"I'll show you frightful!" Denna snatched the Agiel from Berdine's holster on her path to Nicci.
"Hey! HEY! Down! Put that down! Now! Woman! Put that down! Down now!"
A pair of shiny Dacras met the Agiel's path and they danced a dance of weapons.
"Oh... it's so shiny. Can I poke it?"
"Garen... make the handprints go away... these are my favorite leathers."
The blondes came to a stop, panting with their weapons pressed firmly together - Nicci wiggled her eyebrows, a smirk appearing on her lips as she leaned forward a little. "You can touch me with your Agiel for as long as you want if I can finger you for just as long."
Denna's eyes widened and her concentration broke - she flailed a little and stumbled away from the perverted sorceress. Her eyes narrowed a little as she found herself considering it, Denna pursed her lips. "Maybe."
"Gonna hold you to that." Nicci moved past her, stopping to whisper seductively in her ear, "Mistress Denna."
The sound of a 'hnng' escaped Denna's throat.
"Alright you two... high ones... come with me. We're setting camp up as we're obviously going to be camped out together now."
"We didn't agree to-"
"Shut up." Denna bit out, "we're staying together."
"Don't we get a say in this?!" A glare. "Never mind... I didn't even ask that."
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