The Divide - Part 6
Title: The Divide - Part 6
Author: Aerows
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: M
Warnings: Contains sex and violence
Disclaimer: Legend of the Seeker and The Sword of Truth do not belong to me, unfortunately. No profit is made from this work, it's just for fun and no infringement is intended.
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Kahlan had long since stopped her internal denials of the intense attraction she had to Cara. The searing kisses they had shared left her weak with need, and she knew that the Mord'Sith was attracted to her. Cara had, in so many words, also told Kahlan that she cared for her. Kahlan refused to allow the Mord'Sith to do the devotions along with everyone else because she never wanted Cara to feel that she was obligated to her. Their relationship had enough challenges without a radical imbalance of power becoming introduced into it.
The problem was that it was already there. Kahlan was the most powerful person in the New World; then again, the Mother Confessor decided that Cara was likely the most stubborn person in the New World. She let out a breath that would have been a sigh had she not realized that underneath the linens, she was completely naked. Instead it ended with a sharp intake of breath as she realized that Cara was with her, just as bare.
Kahlan rolled over carefully. The Mord'Sith appeared to be asleep, blond hair spread out across the pillow. Cara's face was softened in sleep, and despite the rising tide of desire that was assaulting the Mother Confessor, she was infused with sharp pangs of love and tenderness. It was the first time Kahlan had fully admitted it to herself; she was utterly and completely in love with the blond Mord'Sith. She had been for some time. Their cause had been united before; they were struggling to save the world and protect the Seeker. Richard had always come first, though, and while the Mord'Sith often argued with him, it was her duty to obey him. There were no such barriers now.
Kahlan couldn't resist her curiosity. She had seen Cara naked before; early in their travels it seemed to Kahlan that everyone had seen the Mord'Sith naked. Getting the Mord'Sith to acquiesce to some level of modesty, or at least the appearance of it, had been a challenge. She certainly had not openly ogled the blond, not the way that the Mord'Sith openly ogled Kahlan. Sometimes the way Cara looked at her made her feel exposed no matter what she was wearing. At first she had assumed the Mord'Sith did it to make her uncomfortable; since the kiss in the desert, and the ones after that, Kahlan had come to realize that it was open, physical appreciation. She certainly had caught herself admiring the blond appreciatively often enough.
Kahlan lifted the linens and let her eyes travel the expanses of golden flesh. Cara was so beautiful. She started at the thighs that were the last thing she could see within the confines of the cot. Kahlan knew from experience how strong they were, and even now in sleep the definition of muscle was clear. Her breath caught as she traveled higher to the tiny patch of dark golden curls between the Mord'Sith's thighs. She felt her face grow hot as her gaze skittered past that to a well muscled abdomen that had Kahlan nearly clenching her fist to stop herself from reaching out to stroke it.
She reached the full globes of Cara's breasts, entranced with them. While her own chest was nothing to be ashamed of, Cara's was magnificent. The ache bloomed even stronger between her thighs just from looking at them, and the lovely dusky pink tips of them. Nipples that began to harden under her gaze. Kahlan hoped it was due to the cold air hitting them. She slowly looked upwards, face now on fire to see green eyes that sparkled and what could only be called a wolfish grin on Cara's beautiful face. She hastily dropped the linen and flopped unto her back while slamming her eyes shut. Mortification and desire both struggled for the upper hand.
Kahlan felt the cot move as Cara shifted close to her. She felt a warm hand on her arm, and hot breath on her face. “Like what you see, Mother Confessor?” The Mord'Sith practically purred in her ear. “You are certainly welcome to do more than just look, you know.” The sultry response nearly unhinged Kahlan. Every single thought in her head fled south. She opened her eyes to see the blond's face extremely close to her own. The Confessor in her needed to stammer some sort of apology, but Kahlan's brain and voice just could not function. Instead, she just slammed her eyes closed again, and took a deep breath. It was really all she could do at that point.
Cara gently stroked her arm, and Kahlan was relieved she didn't do more than that. Her body was on fire. “As Lady Rahl, you really should avail yourself of your privileges, Kahlan, not to mention your obligations.” Cara stated softly, her voice low like a sensual caress. At that, Kahlan's eyes flew open and she shot a look at the Mord'Sith.
Cara barely restrained a smirk; she knew exactly how to get to the Mother Confessor. Pleasure and privilege Kahlan would deny herself out of a sense of duty, no matter how misguided. Responsibility was another matter entirely. The sudden concern on the Confessor's face almost made her smile burst forward. “Obligations?” Kahlan asked in an insistent whisper, clearly disturbed that she had missed some point of D'Haran culture.
“You are the leader of two nations, now, Kahlan. You are leading them both to war.” She stared into the blue eyes that were still dilated with arousal. The flush of her face spoke of her need so clearly that anyone looking closely could see it; certainly a Mord'Sith would read it. “You cannot do so effectively if you are distracted by your physical needs.” She leaned forward with intent. “Your sexual needs.” She emphasized with a cocked eyebrow, wondering if the Confessor was going to pass out from blood loss because all of it was in her face now. She halted whatever Kahlan was going to say with a finger to her lips.
“It is the duty of Mord'Sith to satisfy the needs of the Lord Rahl. Arousal is plain in your face, and neither of my sisters will miss it. Many of the D'Haran troops may not miss it, either. They will assume I am not adequately meeting your needs.” It wasn't entirely untrue; Berdine and Raina certainly would notice, and would no doubt continue to inquire when she was going to do something about Lady Rahl's clear needs. It was more gentle prodding with Raina, and less gentle teasing with Berdine, but both had noticed it. Cara had also made it crystal clear that she would kill them both without a second thought were they to mention it to the Mother Confessor, let alone attempted to do anything about it themselves.
As for the men, half of them were so in awe of the Lady Rahl that at this point they would cut out their own tongues before even daring to question her about anything, if they even noticed. The other half were so terrified of Cara and the other Mord'Sith that they would gouge out their own eyes lest they get caught looking at the Lady Rahl in any way that remotely resembled attraction. That point had been made without requiring her to lift a fist; Berdine had “discussed” the matter with the offender with her Agiel, in plain view of the troops while Cara had kept Kahlan distracted over dinner. Cara had surveyed Berdine's handiwork later, declaring it far more tender than she would have been, and had glared coldly at the paling faces. No one doubted her promise that she would do it personally if it happened again.
Kahlan dreaded the thought that she would do anything to lessen Cara in the eyes of any D'Haran. Shame flared in her; she would simply have to get herself under control. It was unacceptable, no matter how much she might desire the blond, to diminish her status because her Lady Rahl was experiencing raging hormones. She would simply have to stop sleeping with Cara, as much as the idea pained her. “I'm sorry, Cara, I had no idea that my attraction to you was so evident. I would never want to ...”
Her apology was cut short by full lips pressed to her own. The kiss was tender, but it was also teasing, intended to arouse. Cara stroked her hand down Kahlan's arm as she moved to cover the Confessor's body with her own. Whatever Kahlan's resolve had been a moment before, it flew right out of the tent flaps. Her hands moved to caress the warm flesh of Cara's back, sinking into the kiss. The thigh that slid between her own was as insistent to parting them as the kiss was to Kahlan's lips. When Cara broke the kiss, arousal clearly painted the blond's features.
“You are entitled to something that no one else may have, Lady Rahl.” Her green eyes gleamed. Cara rarely used Kahlan's D'Haran title; if she didn't use her name, she used the appellation of Mother Confessor out of long habit. Kahlan actually preferred it from Cara, too. It helped to remind her in a sea of D'Harans that there was one D'Haran that truly understood who she was and what she was. Right now, though, she was paralyzed by the look on her Mord'Sith's face. Open desire covered it, and Cara's green eyes were hooded and dilated.
“You are entitled to dedicated pleasuring by a Mord'Sith, and I assure you Kahlan, there is no better lover. My hands on your body,” she continued in a husky voice that sent jolts through the Confessor's psyche, “and my tongue between your legs will bring you ecstasy.” The blatantly sexual comment caused a flood of wetness in just that location of Kahlan's body. When fingers trailed down to softly trace her erect nipple, Kahlan involuntarily bucked right into the thigh between her own.
“You, Kahlan Amnell, are entitled to something no one else has ever or will ever have.” She punctuated the statement with another kiss, while her fingers continued to tease Kahlan's flesh in a delicious way. The Mord'Sith slid up Kahlan's body sensually, her own breasts grazing the Confessor's like points of fire. She nipped an earlobe and whispered softly, as though afraid someone else might overhear. “My heart.”
The admission dissipated every thought of denial, and the last vestiges of resistance left in the Mother Confessor. This time it was Kahlan who fisted a hand in blond hair, and seized Cara in hot kiss of teeth, lips and tongue. With the other, she did what she had been longing to do, and traced from the soft side of Cara's hip up the smooth stomach to capture one of the full breasts. Cara arched upward at the touch, so that she could cup it fully, and the thigh once again struck her deliciously. She felt the legs below them shift and felt a distinct trace of wetness trail her own. She raised it slightly, and that seemed to open the floodgates of passion in the woman writhing above her.
Cara moaned loudly at the contact. The feeling of Kahlan's hands on her body had long been the subject of her fantasies, and the idea of the Mother Confessor reciprocating her passion ignited her. It had been too long since Cara had felt another's touch, and the fact that it was Kahlan doing the touching sent arousal streaking through her like lightening. When she suddenly found herself flipped, their positions reversed with the Confessor now on top of her, stroking her hands down Cara's body, the Mord'Sith suddenly realized that she had lost control of this seduction.
This time the thigh was much more insistent between her own. When Kahlan engulfed her nipple in a hot mouth, her hand pinching the other almost painfully, the Mord'Sith decided it really didn't matter who was holding the reins. Submitting to Lord Rahl was hardly anything new, but right at that moment that wasn't what she was doing. She was surrendering to Kahlan, and the Mother Confessor's surprisingly adept attentions. When Kahlan decided to do something, she typically threw herself into the task wholeheartedly; this was no different.
When the Mother Confessor slid down her body, pressing kisses to her abdomen, kneeling between her legs, Cara nearly lost herself. Surely as chaste as Kahlan is she isn't intending to... The thought stuttered off into oblivion as she felt a tongue stroke her inner thigh, extremely close to exactly where she had fantasized of stroking Kahlan. She gasped sharply and looked down to see the Confessor with as predatory of a look as she had ever seen on the brunette's face.
“I've never done this before Cara, so the part about my tongue between your legs? You'll have to tell me exactly where you want me to put it.” She would have never imagined such suggestive words coming from that pure mouth, nor that pure mouth doing what she was clearly about to do with it. She stroked her tongue again on the other of Cara's inner thigh, just missing the area of interest. She never would have imagined Kahlan would do this, and certainly never imagined she would be the one to do it first. Apparently the Mother Confessor did have an active imagination. Cara spread her legs, and placed her feet flat on the bed, so that Kahlan couldn't miss the dripping place where she wanted that hot, firm tongue.
“Here?” She inquired, sultry amusement in Kahlan's voice as once again, she missed the place entirely and instead stroked through the hair at the top. Cara bucked her hips and growled. “Kahlan, lower!” The growl bloomed into a moan as she felt the hum of Kahlan laughing, the vibrations of it just enough to drive her wild. She shoved downward on Kahlan's shoulder, and put her hand in her hair, directing her where she needed her to go. A firm languid stroke lengthened the moan, and it wasn't long before her hips were dancing with a mind of their own. Cara moved her hands to her own breasts, pinching the nipples almost painfully, savoring the pleasure Kahlan was giving her.
Kahlan felt her own desire rise at the thrill of causing Cara, experienced, wise Cara to writhe with pleasure. The frank discussion with Raina had been insightful to say the least; she would have to thank the dark-eyed Mord'Sith for the helpful information. She had sworn her to silence, and not to tell Berdine, either. Judging from the sounds that were emanating from Cara and no doubt their tent, that had been a pointless endeavor. Everyone within fifty paces of their tent was aware of what was going on inside of it, and exactly who was causing it. She had to seize Cara's thighs tightly to keep the blond's hips from throwing her off of the cot.
The taste of her lover thrilled her; it tasted wild like Cara with traces of sweetness and earth. Giving pleasure to a body that had known such pain made her ache with love for the Mord'Sith. That she held Cara's heart had lent her the courage to take Raina's advice to heart. When Kahlan felt Cara getting close, and her nearly incoherent cries of “Kahlan, inside!”, she slid two long fingers into the opening below where her tongue worked. She worked them steadily and forcefully, continuing to caress Cara's clit with her tongue, then added a third. When she nipped lightly at the bud of flesh and flicked it harder, speeding the plunging of her fingers, Cara shrieked out her name in release. Kahlan continued to pump in and out of her, drawing out her climax. Within a few moments, the blond's body was wracked again with orgasm. Finally Cara stopped Kahlan and dragged her forcefully up for a kiss.
Cara tasted herself on Kahlan's lips and decided that it was the most wonderful thing she had yet tasted. She was well-sated, and smiled fully at her gorgeous, dark-haired lover. “Mother Confessor, I was the one that was supposed to be doing that.” She tried to sound admonishing but it just came out wonderingly. Where Kahlan had come up with such good notions of how to pleasure a woman, she couldn't imagine, but her suspicions were firmly on the other side of the tent flap. The fact that they hadn't been interrupted despite the fact that it was probably time to pack up the camp, just helped to confirm them. Kahlan just laughed and nipped her on the side of the neck.
“Yes, Cara, but if you do that to me, and believe me it won't take much at this point, I will Confess you.” There, her concerns were fully out in the open. “As much as I would like to believe I could control myself, Cara, I know that I can't. Not with you.” There were traces of sadness in her voice, and Cara's heart went out to the Confessor that was so certain that sexuality would never be something she could enjoy with a person she cared for.
“Kahlan,” she began, looking into the haunting blue eyes, “I don't believe you can Confess me. I was speaking with Berdine, and she seems to think my Bond to you would prevent it.” Cara didn't add that Berdine seemed to think that all of the Mord'Sith that were Bonded to Kahlan would have that immunity now. She didn't believe for a moment that Kahlan would act on that knowledge with anyone out of pure desire, but she wouldn't put it past her to try to protect Cara by seeking another outlet. If she could help it, the only outlet Kahlan would ever need would be Cara. “I also don't think that you could possibly get anymore devotion from me than you already have.” That was said quietly, almost shyly.
Deciding that showing was better than telling, Cara turned the Confessor onto her back and began a slow assault on her mouth. Kissing her collarbone, and nipping at her pulse point brought a soft whine from Kahlan's throat, and the scent of arousal was heavy in the air. Cara was pleased that they were already both naked. It certainly made overcoming objections much easier without the interference of stopping to remove clothing. She wasn't going to take no for an answer from the Mother Confessor.
If Kahlan had thoughts about interrupting Cara's attentions, when her lips reached her breasts, and her hand stroked up her thigh, they were impossible to summon. This was so dangerous for Cara, but at that moment, it seemed even more dangerous to stop her. Kahlan was fairly certain that if she didn't get a release soon, she was going to catch the cot on fire. The suction on her nipple went straight to her center; she throbbed with need. As Cara turned her mouth's attention to her other breast, Kahlan moaned loudly as she felt fingers brush her sex at the same time. She raised her hips into the touch as it ghosted just out of reach for the pressure she wanted. Cara lifted her head from her breast and smile wickedly at her, knowing that she was teasing her mercilessly.
The Mord'Sith went back to nipping a trail down her body, biting then laving the small pains with her tongue until Kahlan could feel it like a trail of flame on her skin. Cara abruptly captured her thighs, putting her legs on her shoulders as she pushed Kahlan further into the cot and dragged her to her mouth. “You are so wet, Kahlan.” The seductive tone sent shivers down Kahlan's spine, as did the breath that caressed her sex. Kahlan could feel her magic pulsing within her and Cara had barely even touched her.
Cara leaned forward and slowly swirled her tongue in Kahlan's folds. Kahlan moaned in agony, “Creator, Cara, that feels so good. She felt like she was bursting apart at the seams, with the only thing holding her together the firm warm wetness stroking her. Kahlan had never imagined that it could feel that good; she had never had anyone even touch her there before, much less do what Cara was currently doing. When a long finger suddenly penetrated her, pressing inside her tightness, there was a burning of pleasure racing through her. When a second joined it, she was mildly uncomfortable with the unfamiliar sensation.
Cara stopped moving, and stopped caressing her, letting the Confessor get used to being filled. The thought that she was the only person that had ever touched Kahlan in this way made the strange tenderness that always gripped her when she realized how much the Confessor, the one person who should have been her mortal enemy, had given to her. She had given her forgiveness, then her friendship, and now she was giving Cara her body. Slowly she began moving the fingers in and out of Kahlan, not going deeply enough to take her maidenhead, but enough to give her a delicious friction.
Kahlan moaned her name, and surprised the Mord'Sith by bearing down on her fingers more sharply than Cara had intended. She took it as an invitation, and completed the penetration, taking the last traces of Kahlan's innocence. She kissed the bud of her clit to help dampen the pain she knew the Confessor would feel, then began to pump her finger into and out of her in earnest. Her tongue caressed her sex, and Kahlan began thrusting into the sensation.
The sharp clench of pain as Cara had taken her was quickly giving way to a sensation of pleasure Kahlan had never known. With each thrust inside of her, and the swirling of the firm tongue was bringing her closer and closer. One deep thrust touched a place inside of her and she cried out Cara's name in delight, aching for that sensation again. When Cara repeated it two more times, her control of both her magic and her body slipped. She came in a burst of magic, release and a scream of joy. Thunder without sound exploded through the tent, and the release of her power combined with her climax darkened Kahlan's vision for several long seconds.
Cara slid up her body, and the first thing Kahlan saw when she became conscious again was the Mord'Sith with a very smug grin on her face. Cara slid the obviously moist, and slightly bloody fingers into her mouth clearly enjoying the sight of a sated Kahlan. “That's the most wonderful thing I've ever tasted, Mother Confessor.” Clearly Cara was not Confessed; she looked far too pleased with herself along with being pleased with Kahlan, for that. She leaned down and captured Kahlan's mouth with her own, and held her close. For all of her endearing self-satisfaction, she whispered very softly into Kahlan's ear.
“Thank you, Kahlan. I've never been given such a gift, so freely, before.” Kahlan wondered if Cara was talking about her virginity, and considering the things she knew the Mord'Sith had done under Darken Rahl, decided that she honestly didn't want to know. Kahlan was the Lady Rahl now, and what Cara had done in the past, she was absolved of here in the present. She had taken the Confessor as gently, and perhaps even more gently, than anyone ever could have.
Seeing the unreadable look in Kahlan's eyes, she clarified her comment. “Your trust, Kahlan. No one has ever trusted me like you do, and that you would trust me with your body, to pleasure you as your first, is priceless to me.” She sealed it with another kiss, and Kahlan felt tears creep from underneath her eyelids to slide down her face. For all that her Mord'Sith claimed that she knew little about love or trust, she certainly knew exactly the right things to say at times.
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Outside of the tent, Berdine and Raina staggered, nearly knocked to the ground when they felt Kahlan's magic release. They looked at one another. Lady Rahl was certainly forceful. The extended cry of pleasure accentuated their firm belief that Cara was indeed, well suited to lead the Mord'Sith, not that after their experiences with the blond either of them doubted it in the slightest. As for the Lady Rahl, Raina was positively beaming that her advice was able to help her Lady get over her fears about being with Cara. Berdine assumed that she was merely happy for their Lady Rahl, and fellow Mord'Sith. It took all of Raina's considerable will to stop herself from informing her lover Berdine that she, too, was very good at offering advice.
(Part 7)