I Beg The Night Just To See Her (Cara/Kahlan) Legend of the Seeker Fanfic
Title: I Beg The Night Just To See Her
Rating: R
Character(s): Kahlan/Cara
Spoilers: Nope
Discalimer - I don't own but if I did I wouldn't have cancelled it, not even thought about cancelling it because I watch it, and saw its awesomeness.
Summary: Cara tries to serve her master... while Richard is away.
Cara woke from where she must have drifted off, perched against the tree, across from the sight which had lulled her to sleep, the sleeping peaceful Confessor. The sight which greeted her now was a distressed Kahlan, tossing and turning through the light of the flames of the almost burned out fire.
Cara sighed, almost rolling her eyes, agitated as she walked over to the Kahlan, ready to wake her up with a swift, but well placed, kick, but as she stood over her she found herself intrigued by what was troubling the woman's sleep. She cocked her head like a listening puppy, somehow trying to get into her dream.
She knelt down, wanting to sooth Kahlan's night terrors, serve the Confessor. Cara wrapped a hand around one of her agiels, trying to sooth her own emotions, as she had only the night before after returning from a patrol around their camp and had been greeted by the sight of Kahlan by the fire. That night also, she had slept against a tree, unable to be closer to the confessor.
"Richard." Kahlan moaned, her hands tangled in her hair, Cara's own gripped the agiel tighter, focusing her mind.
"Richard." Kahlan breathed his name softer this time, her legs moving as she writhed revealing her thighs to Cara's eyes.
Cara couldn't help but kneel down and almost touch her gloved hand to Kahlan's bare skin. Her hand wavered, and then returned to her agiel, but Cara remained where she knelt, fascinated. The lack of control Kahlan had in her sleep, she was usually so composed.
Cara's eyes meandered over Kahlans moving body, across her swaying hips, up over her rapidly heaving chest, and up to her face, tight in its frustration. Her eyebrows released and her face looked a little more peaceful.
Cara didn't know when it had happened but she felt the heat of Kahlan surging up her hand, her arm, and as she looked down she had her hand under Kahlans skirt.
Her mind focused, and she felt her fingers brush the Confessors sex, Kahlans own hips making the contact. Cara curled her fingers into a fist, the Confessor sighing at the loss of leather on skin.
"Don't stop." Kahlans sleepy voice filled Cara's ears, she uncurled her fingers brushing Kahlan's already swollen sex, feeling the heat once more.
Cara bit her bottom lip, only briefly. Cara watched the Confessors face once more as she eased two fingers into Kahlan.
Her eyelids fluttered as she heard the gasp of pleasure from the confessor. Her other hand reached for her agiel, she could not let herself feel pleasure from this, this was for the Mother Confessor, to whom she served. No matter what she told them about serving the Lord Rahl.
Cara watched her own hand, moving in and out of her Confessor, feeling her give way under her touch and seeing the more innocent Kahlan emerge in front of her.
Cara's own eyes softened, feeling herself burning hot next to the fire, not sure if the darkening fire was effecting her or the throbbing of Kahlan in her grasp, but she felt nothing but the fire on her side, the heat in her palm, and her own heat building at her own sex.
Kahlan called Richard's name again between her moans of pleasure, which in turn made Cara hush the sound of his name with her own mouth, taking Kahlan's mouth in long deep kisses. She felt Kahlan start to kiss her back, the taste of Kahlans tongue. Cara retreated from the kiss, slowing her rhythm between Kahlans legs, entranced by her beauty.
She wanted to kiss Kahlan again, surrender to the Confessor, but couldn't not when the name on Kahlan's lips is not her own. Cara enjoyed pleasing Kahlan, but would not fool herself to thinking Kahlan would be kissing her in her sleep and not Richard.
"A bit, oh just a b-bit more." Kahlan's pleading caused Cara to stop, shivering inside, wanting Kahlan to call her name now.
Kahlan's hips began a new rhythm on Cara, her hands coming up around the mord'sith, bringing her closer, but only as close as Cara would allow.
"Just a bit more, Richard, I promise I won't, I'll control it." Kahlan rasped into Cara's ear. Kahlan's barely audible words made Cara's bottom lip quiver, her breath came out stuttered, onto Kahlans cheek. Cara failed to breath when Kahlan seized her bottom lip, biting, nibbling, sucking on her, her tongue entering Cara's mouth.
Cara slid another finger into Kahlan, in response to the kiss, instead of responding with her mouth, letting Kahlan have the control of the kiss.
Cara matched Kahlans rhythm, her body fitting in perfectly closer to Kahlan, as Kahlan's legs came up around her, pressing Cara harder to her centre. Cara's mind foggy with Kahlan, and the control she was letting Kahlan take felt good. She had never thought she would let Kahlan be like this with her. She nudged Kahlan's head back, and started kissing her neck, her collar bone, down to her chest. Kahlan writhed under Cara's leather clad form, one leg falling own, the other hooked over Cara's leg, locking her in place.
Cara's agiel pressing hard into Kahlan's thigh.
"Richard." His name escaped her lips once more, as Cara's tongue circled around her nipple, hard kisses on her breast. Kahlan's fallen leg came back up between Cara's legs, as Cara licked up between Kahlan's breasts and up her neck, before once more devouring Richards name with her lips, silencing the tongue, and exploring the Confessors mouth.
The feeling of Kahlans knee at her own sex caught her breath, and in that moment Kahlan seized the control of the kiss Cara could taste the magic, as the confessor got closer to climax.
The Mord'Sith pulled her hand out of Kahlan, as Kahlan continued to writhe underneath her, her hips moving to air as Cara lifted herself higher off Kahlan.
She looked down at the body underneath her, she had wanted to ease Kahlan's pain, but now she couldn't touch her without confession, and she didn't want that, not like this. Her eyes travelled down the Confessors body, she saw the marks where her agiels had been pressing into Kahlan. She hadn't realized she was doing so, but Kahlan taken that pain impressed her a little. There was so much strength to the Confessor that she would love to test.
Kahlans hands returned to her own hair, as if in defeat, her body slowing down. Cara watched her face change from pleasure to pain.
"Don't leave," Kahlan softly pleaded "least stay with me, stay." Kahlan almost begged, turning her head back and forth, softly mewling inaudible to Cara's ears.
Cara leaned closer trying to make out what Kahlan was saying, "I want you, I won't... I won't, I just want more, a bit more of you." Cara smiled a little in surprise hearing Kahlan so exposed in her desire. "Please I need you."Kahlans breathing became deeper and shallower, Cara could smell magic emitting from her, it was sweet and full. Cara licked her bottom lip, tasting it there from their kiss. Wanting more, she dipped her head down to Kahlan's spread legs, traced with her leather fingers up Kahlans damp and hot thighs, teasing apart her sticks centre and dipped her tongue into, to taste the nectar.
The more she lapped at Kahlan, the more she was rewarded. Cara's full lips suckled on Kahlans swollen lips, her tongue danced around and over Kahlans clit, building Kahlan once more to dizzying height, somehow making her wetter than before.
Cara let her fingers rest on Kahlan's entrance, as she looked up into the face of her confessor, she looked more peaceful now, her breathing somehow steadied, melting into Caras mouth, as Cara returned her head.
Kahlan smiled softly, her hand entwined in Cara's soft golden hair, she pushed her into herself, the pressure tingled Cara's mouth. Kahlan stopped breathing, only taking quick in takes of breath, she pulled up on Cara's hair, Cara moved with her, moving back ontop of Kahlan.
Cara's agiels tracing up Kahlan's thighs, making her twitch and release a shudder. Her shudder made Cara freeze, waiting to see if she would be grabbed by Kahlan and confessed, but Kahlan continued to moan.
Cara brushed wet hair off Kahlan's face, and made a move to get up, she couldn't chance it any closer, she had to leave Kahlan almost spent. Kahlan took a hold of her, as Cara moved slowly entranced by Kahlans beauty, and brought Cara back down ontop of her, her agiels crushed in between their sexes.
Cara could take it, but Kahlan's hips buckled underneath Cara, harder and harder, but as hard as she writhed, the harder she pulled on Cara's back to keep her in place. Momentarily Cara allowed herself to be clung onto like that, her own hands meandering over Kahlan, holding her tightly, moving in unison, letting her head fall onto Kahlans shoulder. She breathed in the smell of Kahlans hair, almost shuddering until she felt the magic crackling in the air, so much stronger, her skin tingled. She forced herself up off Kahlan. Kahlan slipped an agiel out of Cara's belt, as Cara knelt in the middle of Kahlans spread legs.
Cara watched, her eyes wide, studying Kahlan as she placed the stolen agiel at her centre, rubbing it against he sex, teasing her wetness with it.
Cara couldnt touch Kahlan now, not this close. Cara inched back in the dirt, out of the Mother Confessors reach, holding onto her other agiel, giving it a tight squeeze when Kahlan plunged the stolen agiel into herself. Pain becoming pleasure as Kahlans thighs quaked, touching Cara's leather legs as she released. The ground in front of Cara now wet with Kahlans precious nectar.
Cara licked her lips, letting herself give a small shudder, as she released her grip on her agiel. She picked up the other agiel from where Kahlan had let it fall beside her.
Cara rose to her feet, putting the agiel back in its place at her side. Kahlan curled up, breathing slowly, a small smile on her face. Cara allowed herself one last look at the confessors satisfied face, her dimples barely visible.
"Thank you Cara." Kahlan whimpered happily.
Rating: R
Character(s): Kahlan/Cara
Spoilers: Nope
Discalimer - I don't own but if I did I wouldn't have cancelled it, not even thought about cancelling it because I watch it, and saw its awesomeness.
Summary: Cara tries to serve her master... while Richard is away.
Cara woke from where she must have drifted off, perched against the tree, across from the sight which had lulled her to sleep, the sleeping peaceful Confessor. The sight which greeted her now was a distressed Kahlan, tossing and turning through the light of the flames of the almost burned out fire.
Cara sighed, almost rolling her eyes, agitated as she walked over to the Kahlan, ready to wake her up with a swift, but well placed, kick, but as she stood over her she found herself intrigued by what was troubling the woman's sleep. She cocked her head like a listening puppy, somehow trying to get into her dream.
She knelt down, wanting to sooth Kahlan's night terrors, serve the Confessor. Cara wrapped a hand around one of her agiels, trying to sooth her own emotions, as she had only the night before after returning from a patrol around their camp and had been greeted by the sight of Kahlan by the fire. That night also, she had slept against a tree, unable to be closer to the confessor.
"Richard." Kahlan moaned, her hands tangled in her hair, Cara's own gripped the agiel tighter, focusing her mind.
"Richard." Kahlan breathed his name softer this time, her legs moving as she writhed revealing her thighs to Cara's eyes.
Cara couldn't help but kneel down and almost touch her gloved hand to Kahlan's bare skin. Her hand wavered, and then returned to her agiel, but Cara remained where she knelt, fascinated. The lack of control Kahlan had in her sleep, she was usually so composed.
Cara's eyes meandered over Kahlans moving body, across her swaying hips, up over her rapidly heaving chest, and up to her face, tight in its frustration. Her eyebrows released and her face looked a little more peaceful.
Cara didn't know when it had happened but she felt the heat of Kahlan surging up her hand, her arm, and as she looked down she had her hand under Kahlans skirt.
Her mind focused, and she felt her fingers brush the Confessors sex, Kahlans own hips making the contact. Cara curled her fingers into a fist, the Confessor sighing at the loss of leather on skin.
"Don't stop." Kahlans sleepy voice filled Cara's ears, she uncurled her fingers brushing Kahlan's already swollen sex, feeling the heat once more.
Cara bit her bottom lip, only briefly. Cara watched the Confessors face once more as she eased two fingers into Kahlan.
Her eyelids fluttered as she heard the gasp of pleasure from the confessor. Her other hand reached for her agiel, she could not let herself feel pleasure from this, this was for the Mother Confessor, to whom she served. No matter what she told them about serving the Lord Rahl.
Cara watched her own hand, moving in and out of her Confessor, feeling her give way under her touch and seeing the more innocent Kahlan emerge in front of her.
Cara's own eyes softened, feeling herself burning hot next to the fire, not sure if the darkening fire was effecting her or the throbbing of Kahlan in her grasp, but she felt nothing but the fire on her side, the heat in her palm, and her own heat building at her own sex.
Kahlan called Richard's name again between her moans of pleasure, which in turn made Cara hush the sound of his name with her own mouth, taking Kahlan's mouth in long deep kisses. She felt Kahlan start to kiss her back, the taste of Kahlans tongue. Cara retreated from the kiss, slowing her rhythm between Kahlans legs, entranced by her beauty.
She wanted to kiss Kahlan again, surrender to the Confessor, but couldn't not when the name on Kahlan's lips is not her own. Cara enjoyed pleasing Kahlan, but would not fool herself to thinking Kahlan would be kissing her in her sleep and not Richard.
"A bit, oh just a b-bit more." Kahlan's pleading caused Cara to stop, shivering inside, wanting Kahlan to call her name now.
Kahlan's hips began a new rhythm on Cara, her hands coming up around the mord'sith, bringing her closer, but only as close as Cara would allow.
"Just a bit more, Richard, I promise I won't, I'll control it." Kahlan rasped into Cara's ear. Kahlan's barely audible words made Cara's bottom lip quiver, her breath came out stuttered, onto Kahlans cheek. Cara failed to breath when Kahlan seized her bottom lip, biting, nibbling, sucking on her, her tongue entering Cara's mouth.
Cara slid another finger into Kahlan, in response to the kiss, instead of responding with her mouth, letting Kahlan have the control of the kiss.
Cara matched Kahlans rhythm, her body fitting in perfectly closer to Kahlan, as Kahlan's legs came up around her, pressing Cara harder to her centre. Cara's mind foggy with Kahlan, and the control she was letting Kahlan take felt good. She had never thought she would let Kahlan be like this with her. She nudged Kahlan's head back, and started kissing her neck, her collar bone, down to her chest. Kahlan writhed under Cara's leather clad form, one leg falling own, the other hooked over Cara's leg, locking her in place.
Cara's agiel pressing hard into Kahlan's thigh.
"Richard." His name escaped her lips once more, as Cara's tongue circled around her nipple, hard kisses on her breast. Kahlan's fallen leg came back up between Cara's legs, as Cara licked up between Kahlan's breasts and up her neck, before once more devouring Richards name with her lips, silencing the tongue, and exploring the Confessors mouth.
The feeling of Kahlans knee at her own sex caught her breath, and in that moment Kahlan seized the control of the kiss Cara could taste the magic, as the confessor got closer to climax.
The Mord'Sith pulled her hand out of Kahlan, as Kahlan continued to writhe underneath her, her hips moving to air as Cara lifted herself higher off Kahlan.
She looked down at the body underneath her, she had wanted to ease Kahlan's pain, but now she couldn't touch her without confession, and she didn't want that, not like this. Her eyes travelled down the Confessors body, she saw the marks where her agiels had been pressing into Kahlan. She hadn't realized she was doing so, but Kahlan taken that pain impressed her a little. There was so much strength to the Confessor that she would love to test.
Kahlans hands returned to her own hair, as if in defeat, her body slowing down. Cara watched her face change from pleasure to pain.
"Don't leave," Kahlan softly pleaded "least stay with me, stay." Kahlan almost begged, turning her head back and forth, softly mewling inaudible to Cara's ears.
Cara leaned closer trying to make out what Kahlan was saying, "I want you, I won't... I won't, I just want more, a bit more of you." Cara smiled a little in surprise hearing Kahlan so exposed in her desire. "Please I need you."Kahlans breathing became deeper and shallower, Cara could smell magic emitting from her, it was sweet and full. Cara licked her bottom lip, tasting it there from their kiss. Wanting more, she dipped her head down to Kahlan's spread legs, traced with her leather fingers up Kahlans damp and hot thighs, teasing apart her sticks centre and dipped her tongue into, to taste the nectar.
The more she lapped at Kahlan, the more she was rewarded. Cara's full lips suckled on Kahlans swollen lips, her tongue danced around and over Kahlans clit, building Kahlan once more to dizzying height, somehow making her wetter than before.
Cara let her fingers rest on Kahlan's entrance, as she looked up into the face of her confessor, she looked more peaceful now, her breathing somehow steadied, melting into Caras mouth, as Cara returned her head.
Kahlan smiled softly, her hand entwined in Cara's soft golden hair, she pushed her into herself, the pressure tingled Cara's mouth. Kahlan stopped breathing, only taking quick in takes of breath, she pulled up on Cara's hair, Cara moved with her, moving back ontop of Kahlan.
Cara's agiels tracing up Kahlan's thighs, making her twitch and release a shudder. Her shudder made Cara freeze, waiting to see if she would be grabbed by Kahlan and confessed, but Kahlan continued to moan.
Cara brushed wet hair off Kahlan's face, and made a move to get up, she couldn't chance it any closer, she had to leave Kahlan almost spent. Kahlan took a hold of her, as Cara moved slowly entranced by Kahlans beauty, and brought Cara back down ontop of her, her agiels crushed in between their sexes.
Cara could take it, but Kahlan's hips buckled underneath Cara, harder and harder, but as hard as she writhed, the harder she pulled on Cara's back to keep her in place. Momentarily Cara allowed herself to be clung onto like that, her own hands meandering over Kahlan, holding her tightly, moving in unison, letting her head fall onto Kahlans shoulder. She breathed in the smell of Kahlans hair, almost shuddering until she felt the magic crackling in the air, so much stronger, her skin tingled. She forced herself up off Kahlan. Kahlan slipped an agiel out of Cara's belt, as Cara knelt in the middle of Kahlans spread legs.
Cara watched, her eyes wide, studying Kahlan as she placed the stolen agiel at her centre, rubbing it against he sex, teasing her wetness with it.
Cara couldnt touch Kahlan now, not this close. Cara inched back in the dirt, out of the Mother Confessors reach, holding onto her other agiel, giving it a tight squeeze when Kahlan plunged the stolen agiel into herself. Pain becoming pleasure as Kahlans thighs quaked, touching Cara's leather legs as she released. The ground in front of Cara now wet with Kahlans precious nectar.
Cara licked her lips, letting herself give a small shudder, as she released her grip on her agiel. She picked up the other agiel from where Kahlan had let it fall beside her.
Cara rose to her feet, putting the agiel back in its place at her side. Kahlan curled up, breathing slowly, a small smile on her face. Cara allowed herself one last look at the confessors satisfied face, her dimples barely visible.
"Thank you Cara." Kahlan whimpered happily.