LotS Fic: When the Sunlight Hits
Title: Om Nom Nom Nom! That one time there was a title but the author was too sleepy to think of one. Huzzah! Puppy Power! When The Sunlight Hits
Author: synergyfox
Pairing: vampire!Kahlan/werewolf!Cara
Rating: M to be safe.
Warnings: Om nom nom nom sucking nom nom... gulp gulp... oh and nekkid!Cara.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Word Count: ... words...?
Summary: Written for the seeker_kinkmeme prompt - Kahlan is a vampire. Cara is a werewolf.
Werewolf blood - the crème de la crème of blood.
Addicting.
Forbidden.
Hundreds of years ago leaders from both sides acknowledge the need for balance between the two dominant supernatural species on the planet. The treaties were signed in blood, forging an eternal pact between the two beings.
She was an elder now, the leader of a coven (consisting primarily of women with a gift for the truth and abnormal affection for white).
It was her duty to enforce the ancient laws and treaties.
Yet here she was fang deep in the neck of a young, blonde werewolf with sea-green eyes, blood almost scorching her throat on its journey through her body.
Kahlan pulled back, panting heavily with eyes darker than night.
-
Word reached her of a group of novice magic users trying to summon savage hell beasts to test their skill and power. She shook her head and took an unnecessary breath, grazing her lower lip with teeth in wonder. Why were humans always attempting to get involved with the occult? Give a human some semblance of power and everything came crumbling down - there was such a philosophy as “too much of a good thing.”
Obviously mortals still had no insight into this subject matter.
“Kahlan. We’re ready to start the assault.”
She whipped her head to the side, smiling lightly at her sister in the darkness, “very well then.”
They attacked, not expecting such a strong resistance - they had not prepared for the potential of the humans actually succeeding in their summoning.
They certainly hadn’t prepared for five full-grown Minotaurs bull rushing their group the minute they set foot on solid ground.
Nothing was on their side - not even the sun as it slowly began to rise hours into their skirmish. She ordered her coven to flee in favor or shelter from the light; this was a battle they would be able to resume at a later date (with more vampires and a few more weapons).
“I’m not going without you!” Dennee snarled, yanking her wounded sister and elder up by her elbow only to be thrown off.
“Leave me. I will distract them; it is my duty as the leader of this coven to protect my children.”
Her sister could not argue - the order was final.
It was then in the early morning light, the shadow from a building protecting her for the most part, that a werewolf leapt down with a roar. Thankfully the beast landed on the Minotaur charging towards her, ripping it to shreds with the aid of its strong jaws.
The savage roar the beast let loose startled Kahlan - in all her years as a vampire she had never come across an enraged werewolf. Angered yes, but never one as intimidating as the creature tearing through her opponents, paying no mind to the carnage it left behind.
Kahlan hissed when the dawn’s light struck her bare arm and backed further against the wall.
All together the beast stood a good seven feet in height - its chest heaved, blood spraying with each hard exhale.
It let out a low growl and sniffed the air, eyes flicking from left to right in attempt to find anymore enemies.
The battlefield was clear - the beast slowly began to shift into its human form; Kahlan’s eyes lowered as the beast became more and more vertically challenged. The form began to appear more feminine in nature, fur retracting slowly, bones re-breaking to fit a human’s physique.
Bloodied skin, a messy mop of blonde hair and sea-green eyes.
“Lovely…” Kahlan grimaced, sinking further back into what available shadows there were, “my knight in matted fur is tiny.”
A growl slipped from the young woman before she caught the hint of a teasing smile on the Kahlan’s features, “and it would appear that my damsel in distress is an idiotic ogre who attacks five minotaurs and a coven of witches with only eight vampires.”
Blood shined in the rising sun.
“I require shelter.”
“You require shelter.” The werewolf mocked, rolling her eyes and canting her hips to the side, “how about you ask nicely, princess.”
Kahlan was tempted to bare her fangs threateningly but the light was too close for her comfort, she cleared her throat and looked almost pained. “Please, I ask asylum.”
The woman nodded, eyes softening as the light neared Kahlan’s body; she moved forward and grasped Kahlan’s hand tightly - motioning towards manhole in the center of the street.
“But the sun…”
“We’ll run fast… there’s a sorceress we turned a while back, certain entrances throughout the city respond to our pack. That is one of the less grandeur entrances. I am sure it will insult every single one of your delicate, noble sensibilities.” A warning hiss, “oh quiet. We’ll drop through as soon as we get to the thing.”
They ran and, as promised, dropped.
*
”That was hours ago…” Kahlan mused, licking lightly at Cara’s neck - trying her hardest not to let out an approving moan at the taste. As soon as they had gotten into the safety of the werewolf’s apartment it had been locked down and the blonde demanded Kahlan feed on her to heal the injuries from the battle.
It had taken a good five minutes before Cara lost her patience and struck Kahlan repeatedly - sending her into a frenzy. Before she knew it Kahlan had been dining on the sweetest blood to have ever entered her mouth.
Cara’s head turned, nose grazing Kahlan’s neck slowly, “you need to rest. Vampires require sleep from what I understand about your kind…”
Kahlan sighed and nodded her head, ignoring the tainted taste from the Minotaur blood in favor of the werewolf’s.
-
Cara grimaced as she sat on the floor, leaning heavily back against the door with her pistol hanging loosely from her fingers. The battle would have been perfectly fine if she had not been up the entire night before hunting and running amok with her pack.
Her head throbbed from the loss of blood and sleep deprivation.
The door to her bedroom opened and Cara lifted her eyes, taking in the sight of the vampire standing in a pair of her boxer shorts and a loose T-shirt. “I hope you don’t mind…” Kahlan mumbled, tugging nervously at the hem of her shirt.
“Oh, I certainly don’t mine you in my ‘Hooters’ shirt. You fill it out quite nicely.”
Kahlan rolled her eyes and moved forward, cocking her head to the side, “you’re exhausted.”
A snort.
“Of course I am. I’ve not slept in the last 36 hours and someone has a healthy appetite.”
Kahlan grabbed her by her upper arms and hoisted the woman up, still nude and covered in (what was now dried) Minotaur blood. “Shower and then bed.”
Cara’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, “did you just order me around in my own home?”
“Shut up and do as I say.” She guided the werewolf towards the shower.
It only seemed natural that they shower together, Kahlan didn’t want her savage savior to fall unconscious and injure herself in the bathroom whereas Cara was simply too tired to argue (not that she would of course). The shower was sensual and relaxing as Kahlan brushed her fingertips against Cara’s shoulders.
The blood of a werewolf - an aphrodisiac to vampires.
She flicked her tongue out - biting almost teasingly at the tender skin there.
Cool fingertips trailed slowly over Cara’s abdomen and the blonde pressed back into the vampire - whimpering softly. This was becoming increasingly dangerous - addiction was going to rear its ugly head, Kahlan could sense it.
The vampire didn’t care.
Kahlan’s fingers tensed lightly against Cara’s hips, squeezing.
“Bite me…” Cara breathed, eyes clamped shut as water and Kahlan’s fingertips caressed her body.
A feral growl led to a bite.
And then they were moving against each other - tiles cracked with the pressure Kahlan pinned the werewolf with. Kahlan took healthy gulps, moaning at the taste before kissing and biting her way south, dropping to her knees under the hot spray of water. “Careful where you bite.” Cara groaned, head dropping back against the tiles with a loud thud.
Kahlan smirked against Cara’s hip, nipping lightly
She worked quickly with a talent garnered over centuries of practice, fingers seeking out that one spot to give Cara that blood throbbing high. Cara bucked, mewling as when Kahlan latched onto her clit, sucking hard.
Cara’s breathing came out in sharp pants now as Kahlan worked her body like a finely tuned instrument.
The werewolf let out an animalistic roar when she came, eyes darkening, teeth sharpening. Her hands dropped to Kahlan’s shoulders - nearly breaking the bones with the grip she had when Kahlan’s fangs sank into her thigh.
-
“You know…” Cara purred, planting small kisses along Kahlan’s spine, straddling the vampire’s backside.
“Hmm?”
“I think we need a kitten.”
Kahlan turned slowly, careful to give her lover time to move around - she arched a brow, smirking. “Pardon?”
“A kitten.”
Kahlan pushed herself up onto her elbows, “pup… you do remember that you are a pup right? Kittens… puppys… they don’t get along.”
A pout.
A kitten was as soon as the sun set.
A/N: Thanks to jolo_65 for the aid.
Author: synergyfox
Pairing: vampire!Kahlan/werewolf!Cara
Rating: M to be safe.
Warnings: Om nom nom nom sucking nom nom... gulp gulp... oh and nekkid!Cara.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Word Count: ... words...?
Summary: Written for the seeker_kinkmeme prompt - Kahlan is a vampire. Cara is a werewolf.
Werewolf blood - the crème de la crème of blood.
Addicting.
Forbidden.
Hundreds of years ago leaders from both sides acknowledge the need for balance between the two dominant supernatural species on the planet. The treaties were signed in blood, forging an eternal pact between the two beings.
She was an elder now, the leader of a coven (consisting primarily of women with a gift for the truth and abnormal affection for white).
It was her duty to enforce the ancient laws and treaties.
Yet here she was fang deep in the neck of a young, blonde werewolf with sea-green eyes, blood almost scorching her throat on its journey through her body.
Kahlan pulled back, panting heavily with eyes darker than night.
-
Word reached her of a group of novice magic users trying to summon savage hell beasts to test their skill and power. She shook her head and took an unnecessary breath, grazing her lower lip with teeth in wonder. Why were humans always attempting to get involved with the occult? Give a human some semblance of power and everything came crumbling down - there was such a philosophy as “too much of a good thing.”
Obviously mortals still had no insight into this subject matter.
“Kahlan. We’re ready to start the assault.”
She whipped her head to the side, smiling lightly at her sister in the darkness, “very well then.”
They attacked, not expecting such a strong resistance - they had not prepared for the potential of the humans actually succeeding in their summoning.
They certainly hadn’t prepared for five full-grown Minotaurs bull rushing their group the minute they set foot on solid ground.
Nothing was on their side - not even the sun as it slowly began to rise hours into their skirmish. She ordered her coven to flee in favor or shelter from the light; this was a battle they would be able to resume at a later date (with more vampires and a few more weapons).
“I’m not going without you!” Dennee snarled, yanking her wounded sister and elder up by her elbow only to be thrown off.
“Leave me. I will distract them; it is my duty as the leader of this coven to protect my children.”
Her sister could not argue - the order was final.
It was then in the early morning light, the shadow from a building protecting her for the most part, that a werewolf leapt down with a roar. Thankfully the beast landed on the Minotaur charging towards her, ripping it to shreds with the aid of its strong jaws.
The savage roar the beast let loose startled Kahlan - in all her years as a vampire she had never come across an enraged werewolf. Angered yes, but never one as intimidating as the creature tearing through her opponents, paying no mind to the carnage it left behind.
Kahlan hissed when the dawn’s light struck her bare arm and backed further against the wall.
All together the beast stood a good seven feet in height - its chest heaved, blood spraying with each hard exhale.
It let out a low growl and sniffed the air, eyes flicking from left to right in attempt to find anymore enemies.
The battlefield was clear - the beast slowly began to shift into its human form; Kahlan’s eyes lowered as the beast became more and more vertically challenged. The form began to appear more feminine in nature, fur retracting slowly, bones re-breaking to fit a human’s physique.
Bloodied skin, a messy mop of blonde hair and sea-green eyes.
“Lovely…” Kahlan grimaced, sinking further back into what available shadows there were, “my knight in matted fur is tiny.”
A growl slipped from the young woman before she caught the hint of a teasing smile on the Kahlan’s features, “and it would appear that my damsel in distress is an idiotic ogre who attacks five minotaurs and a coven of witches with only eight vampires.”
Blood shined in the rising sun.
“I require shelter.”
“You require shelter.” The werewolf mocked, rolling her eyes and canting her hips to the side, “how about you ask nicely, princess.”
Kahlan was tempted to bare her fangs threateningly but the light was too close for her comfort, she cleared her throat and looked almost pained. “Please, I ask asylum.”
The woman nodded, eyes softening as the light neared Kahlan’s body; she moved forward and grasped Kahlan’s hand tightly - motioning towards manhole in the center of the street.
“But the sun…”
“We’ll run fast… there’s a sorceress we turned a while back, certain entrances throughout the city respond to our pack. That is one of the less grandeur entrances. I am sure it will insult every single one of your delicate, noble sensibilities.” A warning hiss, “oh quiet. We’ll drop through as soon as we get to the thing.”
They ran and, as promised, dropped.
*
”That was hours ago…” Kahlan mused, licking lightly at Cara’s neck - trying her hardest not to let out an approving moan at the taste. As soon as they had gotten into the safety of the werewolf’s apartment it had been locked down and the blonde demanded Kahlan feed on her to heal the injuries from the battle.
It had taken a good five minutes before Cara lost her patience and struck Kahlan repeatedly - sending her into a frenzy. Before she knew it Kahlan had been dining on the sweetest blood to have ever entered her mouth.
Cara’s head turned, nose grazing Kahlan’s neck slowly, “you need to rest. Vampires require sleep from what I understand about your kind…”
Kahlan sighed and nodded her head, ignoring the tainted taste from the Minotaur blood in favor of the werewolf’s.
-
Cara grimaced as she sat on the floor, leaning heavily back against the door with her pistol hanging loosely from her fingers. The battle would have been perfectly fine if she had not been up the entire night before hunting and running amok with her pack.
Her head throbbed from the loss of blood and sleep deprivation.
The door to her bedroom opened and Cara lifted her eyes, taking in the sight of the vampire standing in a pair of her boxer shorts and a loose T-shirt. “I hope you don’t mind…” Kahlan mumbled, tugging nervously at the hem of her shirt.
“Oh, I certainly don’t mine you in my ‘Hooters’ shirt. You fill it out quite nicely.”
Kahlan rolled her eyes and moved forward, cocking her head to the side, “you’re exhausted.”
A snort.
“Of course I am. I’ve not slept in the last 36 hours and someone has a healthy appetite.”
Kahlan grabbed her by her upper arms and hoisted the woman up, still nude and covered in (what was now dried) Minotaur blood. “Shower and then bed.”
Cara’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, “did you just order me around in my own home?”
“Shut up and do as I say.” She guided the werewolf towards the shower.
It only seemed natural that they shower together, Kahlan didn’t want her savage savior to fall unconscious and injure herself in the bathroom whereas Cara was simply too tired to argue (not that she would of course). The shower was sensual and relaxing as Kahlan brushed her fingertips against Cara’s shoulders.
The blood of a werewolf - an aphrodisiac to vampires.
She flicked her tongue out - biting almost teasingly at the tender skin there.
Cool fingertips trailed slowly over Cara’s abdomen and the blonde pressed back into the vampire - whimpering softly. This was becoming increasingly dangerous - addiction was going to rear its ugly head, Kahlan could sense it.
The vampire didn’t care.
Kahlan’s fingers tensed lightly against Cara’s hips, squeezing.
“Bite me…” Cara breathed, eyes clamped shut as water and Kahlan’s fingertips caressed her body.
A feral growl led to a bite.
And then they were moving against each other - tiles cracked with the pressure Kahlan pinned the werewolf with. Kahlan took healthy gulps, moaning at the taste before kissing and biting her way south, dropping to her knees under the hot spray of water. “Careful where you bite.” Cara groaned, head dropping back against the tiles with a loud thud.
Kahlan smirked against Cara’s hip, nipping lightly
She worked quickly with a talent garnered over centuries of practice, fingers seeking out that one spot to give Cara that blood throbbing high. Cara bucked, mewling as when Kahlan latched onto her clit, sucking hard.
Cara’s breathing came out in sharp pants now as Kahlan worked her body like a finely tuned instrument.
The werewolf let out an animalistic roar when she came, eyes darkening, teeth sharpening. Her hands dropped to Kahlan’s shoulders - nearly breaking the bones with the grip she had when Kahlan’s fangs sank into her thigh.
-
“You know…” Cara purred, planting small kisses along Kahlan’s spine, straddling the vampire’s backside.
“Hmm?”
“I think we need a kitten.”
Kahlan turned slowly, careful to give her lover time to move around - she arched a brow, smirking. “Pardon?”
“A kitten.”
Kahlan pushed herself up onto her elbows, “pup… you do remember that you are a pup right? Kittens… puppys… they don’t get along.”
A pout.
A kitten was as soon as the sun set.
A/N: Thanks to jolo_65 for the aid.