Pretty Things
Title: Pretty Things
Author: fortunata13
Pairing: Cara/MC!Kahlan, Cara/Emo!Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2096
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Most certainly, I do not own these characters.
Summary: AU of Torn in which Cara gets to see a whole new side of the Mother Confessor of the Midlands. Expect humor, feelings, and a bit of angts.
A/N1: As always gratitude to statuepup. I'd be lost without her.
Cara looked to her left, then to her right, and back again at least a dozen times. Richard, as usual, squirmed his way out of this conundrum by claiming that some annoying peasant -- a large-breasted one, no doubt -- was in dire need of rescuing.
This all began with the use of some ridiculous magical trinket that somehow spawned an extra Kahlan, or rather produced two Kahlans -- neither of which was actually Kahlan although they both looked very much like Kahlan. One of them was whiny and needy, and constantly rubbing up on Cara like a cat in heat, while the other one -- a raving bitch -- had a bit of a fascination with Cara’s cleavage.
It should probably be said that Cara was tasked with being their minder, but not before almost coming to blows with her Lord who, upon discovering that one of the two was sans magic, attempted to hike up her dress and take her in a field as if she were a common trollop. Cara pointed out to her Lord several times that something about the Mother Confessor wasn’t quite right on that fateful morning, but he apparently was more interested in taking his pleasure than on the questionable mental state of his betrothed. While the Confessor’s honor was none of her concern -- or so she told herself -- Cara was fairly certain that once the two fake Kahlans were merged back into the real one, it would be she who would have to protect Richard from her wrath. Thus, she threatened to insert her agiels into various orifices if he dared lay a hand on the needy bundle of emotions that was the magic-less Kahlan.
It was at times like this that Cara missed Darken Rahl most for she now found herself locked in a room playing nursemaid to not one but two Kahlans -- neither of which was actually Kahlan. That last part she was grateful for since one Kahlan had actually confessed the other Kahlan. Worst of all was that it was up to the incompetent Wizard of the First Order to fix the Kahlans. Oh, and let’s not forget Prince Fyren also ended up confessed by bitchy Kahlan but not before having Cara’s agiel pressed to his groin -- likely rendering him impotent and infertile with a single blow. Not a bad outcome in Cara’s estimation for no one should have to bed a man with a face like his.
“Sit over there and stop your incessant whining,” bitchy Kahlan ordered her confessed twin who promptly scurried to the other side of the room. Not wanting to meet the same fate as needy Kahlan, Cara kept her distance -- and her hands on her agiels. Surprisingly, once her twin quieted down, the bitchy Confessor’s demeanor suddenly changed. She looked down at Cara’s agiels then up at her cleavage biting her lower lip for a long moment. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said, as she ogled the tops of Cara’s breasts. The other Kahlan, having been confessed, was more than a little miffed that her Mistress would prefer the company of a Mord’Sith to her own but dared not speak without her Mistress’s permission. The offered transaction wasn’t one that displeased Cara -- aside from the likelihood of winding up dead.
“No,” Cara replied flatly.
Bitchy Kahlan walked circles around her several times, as if considering how best to overcome this rejection. “I specifically heard your wood-chopping, flimsy excuse of a Lord order you to make certain we were safe and comfortable. It would not please him to have us be unhappy. Isn’t that right?” she asked, looking back at her other half over her shoulder.
“Yes, Mistress,” her twin replied. “Can I play, too?” She started to unlace her dress before her Mistress had a chance to reply.
Seeing as one of whiny Kahlan’s breasts was already spilling out of her dress, Cara saw no reason to interfere with her progress. Bitchy Kahlan smirked at the sight of Cara transfixed by the exposed flesh. “Nice, aren’t they?” she asked, walking over to roll one of her twin’s nipples between her fingers, eliciting a wanton moan from her confessed; Cara felt it between her own thighs. “Would you like to play?” Bitchy Kahlan asked, but Cara didn’t answer. “Well, I could make you.”
Cara chuckled. “Oh, really?” she said, with one of her agiels already out of its holster. “And how would you manage that?” She lightly grazed bitchy Kahlan’s arm with the tip of her agiel, causing her to hiss and grimace.
Confessed Kahlan rushed to her side. “Mistress, are you hurt?” she asked, then glared at Cara.
Bitchy Kahlan grinned and pointed her index finger to the sky. “I’ll tell you how. You, and your idiotic Lord, seem to be quite fond of the combined version of us,” she said, pointing between herself and her confessed. “I could, quite easily, live a long and happy life, without her.” She pointed at whiny Kahlan who proceeded to pout and sniffle.
“Mm, and how exactly would you achieve that end?” Cara asked with a smirk on her face.
“Why, I’d kill her, of course.”
“Mistress!” the other Kahlan yelped in a panic.
“Quiet,” her twin said in a menacing tone.
Cara crossed her arms in front of her chest, and said, “Yes, but you’d have to get through me first.”
“Kahlan,” bitchy Kahlan said to her confessed twin, “bang your head on the wall.” The other Kahlan quickly complied. “I could just as easily order her to die. Would you like to see?” she asked Cara, who instantly lost all color as a knot formed in her belly. “Then again, why would it matter to you? Unless…” she trailed off, grinning again. “You care for her.”
Cara faltered for a moment, then said, “My Lord would not be pleased.”
“Ah yes, your Lord, of course. Well then, I suggest you kiss me. Otherwise both you and your Lord will be stuck with me for a very long time.” She ran her fingers through Cara’s hair and leaned in to nuzzle her hair. “You really are a pretty little thing,” she said, pressing her lips to the shell of Cara’s ear. Cara felt that between her thighs as well.
“I’ll kiss you, Mistress,” chimed in the more pathetic version of the two.
“No, you’ll have to wait your turn. First we’ll play with the pretty Mord’Sith.” She leaned in and kissed Cara on the lips. “Oh, such soft lips. What’s your name again, Karen, was it?”
Cara rolled her eyes. “Cara. My name is Cara.”
“Good, I like it better than Karen. Now kiss me again -- a lover’s kiss this time.” Cara could feel her heart pounding behind her ribcage; this wasn’t right but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want it. Cara’s lips parted and she took hold of the back of Kahlan’s neck, roughly kissing her on the mouth, tongue tasting every bit of her.
“Is it my turn, Mistress?” the other, more annoying Kahlan asked once Cara’s lips left her mistress’s.
“Very well,” she said, and kissed her mirror image, leaving Cara wide-eyed and hungry. “Now get her out of her leathers.”
“I can do it myself,” Cara said.
“As you wish,” Kahlan said, as her confessed looked on with interest.
The moment Cara’s breasts were exposed, the tip of Kahlan’s tongue went to one of Cara’s nipples. “Very nice,” she said, sliding her hand down Cara’s belly. “Is that all for me?” she asked, finding ample evidence of Cara’s desire for her. Cara didn’t answer but her flushed skin and heavy breathing betrayed her. “Sit,” she said to Cara, guiding her to the edge of the bed and gently parting her thighs. She tasted Cara’s clit with the tip of her tongue in the same way as she’d done with her nipple. Cara instinctively arched into her mouth. “Lie down,” she said, in a tone that was every bit Kahlan -- the real Kahlan, not the fragmented mess she’d been dealing with all day. Cara swallowed hard and moved up the bed to rest her head on the pillow. “I want you to remember this,” she said to Cara, again in that way that sounded so much like the real Kahlan that it made Cara’s heart ache. “You can join us as well,” she said to her twin who eagerly climbed on the bed.
“Yes, Mistress,” she said smiling brightly as she stepped out of her dress.
“I want you to pleasure her just as you would me,” she said to her confessed. “We will pleasure her together.” She spoke to the other Kahlan but her eyes never left the naked Mord’Sith on her bed.
Cara assessed the situation and concluded that as far as ways to die, being fucked to death by two Kahlans was as close to perfect as she’d ever imagined. Richard crossed her mind for a moment but she reasoned that once the Wizard cast the spell Kahlan would be whole again and capable of protecting him. Thus, she was ready and willing to meet the Keeper for the umpteenth time.
Confessed Kahlan latched on to one of Cara’s breasts while the other Kahlan kissed her long and deep as if she were trying to memorize the taste and feel of her tongue. Cara had been kissed thousands of times but this kiss was different -- and not just because it was Kahlan. This kiss felt like the Breath of Life only more intense somehow. When their lips parted, Kahlan hovered over her for a moment. “You felt it, yes?” Cara nodded. She wasn’t sure what she’d felt but the look in Kahlan’s eyes made it seem important.
By then confessed Kahlan had moved on to the other breast, while her Mistress was kissing her way down Cara’s body, methodically pressing her lips to every scar, and every freckle on Cara’s body. Cara closed her eyes and allowed herself to bask in the pleasure of Kahlan’s warm, open-mouthed kisses. “You must remember this,” she said to Cara before settling between Cara’s thighs and licking the length of her sex. Cara moaned and urged Kahlan on with her hands on the back of her head. “Straddle her face,” Kahlan ordered her confessed twin. “I want you to come in her mouth.” Confessed Kahlan eagerly complied.
When Cara tasted Kahlan, hot and wet in her mouth, it was all she could do to keep from coming right then and there. “Not yet, please,” Kahlan said to her. “We’ll come together but I want this to last just a little longer.” She lowered her head and returned to the task of pleasuring Cara.
Confessed Kahlan and Cara came in a symphony of moans and grunts -- Cara with Kahlan’s tongue buried inside her, whiny Kahlan grinding herself into Cara’s face. They both lay boneless on the bed panting from exertion. Kahlan licked them both clean and covered them with a blanket. “Sleep,” she said, kissing them both on the lips. She then washed herself, picked up her dress and her smallclothes, and got dressed. As the other two slept, she watched over them doing her best to memorize the fluttering of Cara’s eyelashes and the look of contentment on confessed Kahlan’s face -- which was also her face.
When Cara woke up, she got out of bed completely naked and pressed the front of her body to Kahlan’s back, encircling her waist. “Why?” she asked. “You could have easily taken your pleasure and killed me, and then killed her.”
Kahlan traced Cara’s jaw line with her fingertips. “For the good of my people, of course. A good ruler needs both reason and heart. I lack one, she lacks the other. We must die so that your Kahlan, whole and complete, can rule.”
“But why spare me?” Cara asked, pressing her nose to Kahlan’s neck and taking in her scent.
“I like pretty things,” she said, “and you are very pretty. Aside from that, your Kahlan needs you.” She kissed Cara one last time, long and deep. “Get dressed,” she said when they broke the kiss. “They’ll come for us soon.” She woke her twin, ordered her to dress and forbade her to speak.
Minutes later, the Seeker and the Wizard were back and ready to end the lives of two Kahlans for the sake of the one true Kahlan. All the while, bitchy Kahlan’s eyes never left Cara for she wanted to leave this world holding the image of something she deemed pretty.
Author: fortunata13
Pairing: Cara/MC!Kahlan, Cara/Emo!Kahlan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2096
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Most certainly, I do not own these characters.
Summary: AU of Torn in which Cara gets to see a whole new side of the Mother Confessor of the Midlands. Expect humor, feelings, and a bit of angts.
A/N1: As always gratitude to statuepup. I'd be lost without her.
Cara looked to her left, then to her right, and back again at least a dozen times. Richard, as usual, squirmed his way out of this conundrum by claiming that some annoying peasant -- a large-breasted one, no doubt -- was in dire need of rescuing.
This all began with the use of some ridiculous magical trinket that somehow spawned an extra Kahlan, or rather produced two Kahlans -- neither of which was actually Kahlan although they both looked very much like Kahlan. One of them was whiny and needy, and constantly rubbing up on Cara like a cat in heat, while the other one -- a raving bitch -- had a bit of a fascination with Cara’s cleavage.
It should probably be said that Cara was tasked with being their minder, but not before almost coming to blows with her Lord who, upon discovering that one of the two was sans magic, attempted to hike up her dress and take her in a field as if she were a common trollop. Cara pointed out to her Lord several times that something about the Mother Confessor wasn’t quite right on that fateful morning, but he apparently was more interested in taking his pleasure than on the questionable mental state of his betrothed. While the Confessor’s honor was none of her concern -- or so she told herself -- Cara was fairly certain that once the two fake Kahlans were merged back into the real one, it would be she who would have to protect Richard from her wrath. Thus, she threatened to insert her agiels into various orifices if he dared lay a hand on the needy bundle of emotions that was the magic-less Kahlan.
It was at times like this that Cara missed Darken Rahl most for she now found herself locked in a room playing nursemaid to not one but two Kahlans -- neither of which was actually Kahlan. That last part she was grateful for since one Kahlan had actually confessed the other Kahlan. Worst of all was that it was up to the incompetent Wizard of the First Order to fix the Kahlans. Oh, and let’s not forget Prince Fyren also ended up confessed by bitchy Kahlan but not before having Cara’s agiel pressed to his groin -- likely rendering him impotent and infertile with a single blow. Not a bad outcome in Cara’s estimation for no one should have to bed a man with a face like his.
“Sit over there and stop your incessant whining,” bitchy Kahlan ordered her confessed twin who promptly scurried to the other side of the room. Not wanting to meet the same fate as needy Kahlan, Cara kept her distance -- and her hands on her agiels. Surprisingly, once her twin quieted down, the bitchy Confessor’s demeanor suddenly changed. She looked down at Cara’s agiels then up at her cleavage biting her lower lip for a long moment. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she said, as she ogled the tops of Cara’s breasts. The other Kahlan, having been confessed, was more than a little miffed that her Mistress would prefer the company of a Mord’Sith to her own but dared not speak without her Mistress’s permission. The offered transaction wasn’t one that displeased Cara -- aside from the likelihood of winding up dead.
“No,” Cara replied flatly.
Bitchy Kahlan walked circles around her several times, as if considering how best to overcome this rejection. “I specifically heard your wood-chopping, flimsy excuse of a Lord order you to make certain we were safe and comfortable. It would not please him to have us be unhappy. Isn’t that right?” she asked, looking back at her other half over her shoulder.
“Yes, Mistress,” her twin replied. “Can I play, too?” She started to unlace her dress before her Mistress had a chance to reply.
Seeing as one of whiny Kahlan’s breasts was already spilling out of her dress, Cara saw no reason to interfere with her progress. Bitchy Kahlan smirked at the sight of Cara transfixed by the exposed flesh. “Nice, aren’t they?” she asked, walking over to roll one of her twin’s nipples between her fingers, eliciting a wanton moan from her confessed; Cara felt it between her own thighs. “Would you like to play?” Bitchy Kahlan asked, but Cara didn’t answer. “Well, I could make you.”
Cara chuckled. “Oh, really?” she said, with one of her agiels already out of its holster. “And how would you manage that?” She lightly grazed bitchy Kahlan’s arm with the tip of her agiel, causing her to hiss and grimace.
Confessed Kahlan rushed to her side. “Mistress, are you hurt?” she asked, then glared at Cara.
Bitchy Kahlan grinned and pointed her index finger to the sky. “I’ll tell you how. You, and your idiotic Lord, seem to be quite fond of the combined version of us,” she said, pointing between herself and her confessed. “I could, quite easily, live a long and happy life, without her.” She pointed at whiny Kahlan who proceeded to pout and sniffle.
“Mm, and how exactly would you achieve that end?” Cara asked with a smirk on her face.
“Why, I’d kill her, of course.”
“Mistress!” the other Kahlan yelped in a panic.
“Quiet,” her twin said in a menacing tone.
Cara crossed her arms in front of her chest, and said, “Yes, but you’d have to get through me first.”
“Kahlan,” bitchy Kahlan said to her confessed twin, “bang your head on the wall.” The other Kahlan quickly complied. “I could just as easily order her to die. Would you like to see?” she asked Cara, who instantly lost all color as a knot formed in her belly. “Then again, why would it matter to you? Unless…” she trailed off, grinning again. “You care for her.”
Cara faltered for a moment, then said, “My Lord would not be pleased.”
“Ah yes, your Lord, of course. Well then, I suggest you kiss me. Otherwise both you and your Lord will be stuck with me for a very long time.” She ran her fingers through Cara’s hair and leaned in to nuzzle her hair. “You really are a pretty little thing,” she said, pressing her lips to the shell of Cara’s ear. Cara felt that between her thighs as well.
“I’ll kiss you, Mistress,” chimed in the more pathetic version of the two.
“No, you’ll have to wait your turn. First we’ll play with the pretty Mord’Sith.” She leaned in and kissed Cara on the lips. “Oh, such soft lips. What’s your name again, Karen, was it?”
Cara rolled her eyes. “Cara. My name is Cara.”
“Good, I like it better than Karen. Now kiss me again -- a lover’s kiss this time.” Cara could feel her heart pounding behind her ribcage; this wasn’t right but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want it. Cara’s lips parted and she took hold of the back of Kahlan’s neck, roughly kissing her on the mouth, tongue tasting every bit of her.
“Is it my turn, Mistress?” the other, more annoying Kahlan asked once Cara’s lips left her mistress’s.
“Very well,” she said, and kissed her mirror image, leaving Cara wide-eyed and hungry. “Now get her out of her leathers.”
“I can do it myself,” Cara said.
“As you wish,” Kahlan said, as her confessed looked on with interest.
The moment Cara’s breasts were exposed, the tip of Kahlan’s tongue went to one of Cara’s nipples. “Very nice,” she said, sliding her hand down Cara’s belly. “Is that all for me?” she asked, finding ample evidence of Cara’s desire for her. Cara didn’t answer but her flushed skin and heavy breathing betrayed her. “Sit,” she said to Cara, guiding her to the edge of the bed and gently parting her thighs. She tasted Cara’s clit with the tip of her tongue in the same way as she’d done with her nipple. Cara instinctively arched into her mouth. “Lie down,” she said, in a tone that was every bit Kahlan -- the real Kahlan, not the fragmented mess she’d been dealing with all day. Cara swallowed hard and moved up the bed to rest her head on the pillow. “I want you to remember this,” she said to Cara, again in that way that sounded so much like the real Kahlan that it made Cara’s heart ache. “You can join us as well,” she said to her twin who eagerly climbed on the bed.
“Yes, Mistress,” she said smiling brightly as she stepped out of her dress.
“I want you to pleasure her just as you would me,” she said to her confessed. “We will pleasure her together.” She spoke to the other Kahlan but her eyes never left the naked Mord’Sith on her bed.
Cara assessed the situation and concluded that as far as ways to die, being fucked to death by two Kahlans was as close to perfect as she’d ever imagined. Richard crossed her mind for a moment but she reasoned that once the Wizard cast the spell Kahlan would be whole again and capable of protecting him. Thus, she was ready and willing to meet the Keeper for the umpteenth time.
Confessed Kahlan latched on to one of Cara’s breasts while the other Kahlan kissed her long and deep as if she were trying to memorize the taste and feel of her tongue. Cara had been kissed thousands of times but this kiss was different -- and not just because it was Kahlan. This kiss felt like the Breath of Life only more intense somehow. When their lips parted, Kahlan hovered over her for a moment. “You felt it, yes?” Cara nodded. She wasn’t sure what she’d felt but the look in Kahlan’s eyes made it seem important.
By then confessed Kahlan had moved on to the other breast, while her Mistress was kissing her way down Cara’s body, methodically pressing her lips to every scar, and every freckle on Cara’s body. Cara closed her eyes and allowed herself to bask in the pleasure of Kahlan’s warm, open-mouthed kisses. “You must remember this,” she said to Cara before settling between Cara’s thighs and licking the length of her sex. Cara moaned and urged Kahlan on with her hands on the back of her head. “Straddle her face,” Kahlan ordered her confessed twin. “I want you to come in her mouth.” Confessed Kahlan eagerly complied.
When Cara tasted Kahlan, hot and wet in her mouth, it was all she could do to keep from coming right then and there. “Not yet, please,” Kahlan said to her. “We’ll come together but I want this to last just a little longer.” She lowered her head and returned to the task of pleasuring Cara.
Confessed Kahlan and Cara came in a symphony of moans and grunts -- Cara with Kahlan’s tongue buried inside her, whiny Kahlan grinding herself into Cara’s face. They both lay boneless on the bed panting from exertion. Kahlan licked them both clean and covered them with a blanket. “Sleep,” she said, kissing them both on the lips. She then washed herself, picked up her dress and her smallclothes, and got dressed. As the other two slept, she watched over them doing her best to memorize the fluttering of Cara’s eyelashes and the look of contentment on confessed Kahlan’s face -- which was also her face.
When Cara woke up, she got out of bed completely naked and pressed the front of her body to Kahlan’s back, encircling her waist. “Why?” she asked. “You could have easily taken your pleasure and killed me, and then killed her.”
Kahlan traced Cara’s jaw line with her fingertips. “For the good of my people, of course. A good ruler needs both reason and heart. I lack one, she lacks the other. We must die so that your Kahlan, whole and complete, can rule.”
“But why spare me?” Cara asked, pressing her nose to Kahlan’s neck and taking in her scent.
“I like pretty things,” she said, “and you are very pretty. Aside from that, your Kahlan needs you.” She kissed Cara one last time, long and deep. “Get dressed,” she said when they broke the kiss. “They’ll come for us soon.” She woke her twin, ordered her to dress and forbade her to speak.
Minutes later, the Seeker and the Wizard were back and ready to end the lives of two Kahlans for the sake of the one true Kahlan. All the while, bitchy Kahlan’s eyes never left Cara for she wanted to leave this world holding the image of something she deemed pretty.