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madame_denna) wrote2011-10-22 03:26 am
madame_denna) wrote2011-10-22 03:26 am
A question of respect
Pairing: Denna/Cara
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~670
Warnings: slightly non-con (but I would call it Mord'Sith power struggle..) but consider youself as warned, if you see it differently)
Summary: belated fill for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
seeker_kinkmeme
Prompt: "Suck on the Agiel" (bonus for sub!Cara)
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended and – of course – no money is made.
A/N: Many thanks to my wonderful beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
synergyfox again! Now go back writing your epicness! :)
Denna's leathers are tight, clinging to her body like a second skin, all buckles and straps are perfectly secure. Her braid is neat, not a single hair is out of place. The walls echo her sure steps as she strides down the hallways of the temple.
When Cara passes her without greeting she stops immediately, "Sister Cara!" The volume of her voice fills the corridor with shattering clarity.
Denna turns on her heel and saunters slowly towards the other Mord’Sith. The swaying of her hips is the most scandalous thing Cara has ever seen, hypnotizing, until Denna stops right in front of her, toe-to-toe. Denna titles her head to the side as she inspects the trim of Cara's leathers; her eyes fix on a buckle not properly strapped.
"Sister Cara,” she repeats, lecturing her with the smallest hint of arrogance. "You've grown careless about your duties recently." Her hands glide over Cara's leathers, “and now, you're denying your sisters the respect they have earned?" She inquires in slight wonder, fastening the strap on Cara's buckle in a sudden movement while pulling her close. Her voice drops to a whisper, “this behavior will not be tolerated, sister."
Denna turns, her hand still gripping Cara’s leathers tightly as she drags her along to her chambers.
~~~
Cara is on her knees in Denna's chambers, wondering why she always ends up in situations like this. Not that she would complain, especially when it's Denna she is on her knees for. Not that she was on her knee's for anyone else. She has earned her status among her sisters by now and has many of them kneeling before her. But even she has to accept the hierarchy of the temple.
And Denna is all too happy to remind her of her place - beneath her, at least for now.
"Suck on my Agiel." Denna demands and rests it on Cara's lips. Cara trembles as the magic surges through her, filling every molecule of her body with throbbing pain. She gasps and pulls slightly away as the pain becomes too intense.
Denna's features harden visibly and she bends down, harshly gripping Cara's hair and jerks her forward.
"I said," she brings her Agiel close to Cara's mouth again, "suck."
Cara stares up at her with slightly widened eyes. As she opens her mouth and her lips close around the Agiel, Denna cannot stifle the moan escaping her throat at the sheer delicious sight.
When Cara starts to suck in earnest, and the wet noises fill the room, Denna can feel the wetness pour between her legs.
"Good girl,” she purrs, then forces the Agiel down Cara's throat.
Cara chokes at the intrusion and tries to pull her head back, but Denna still holds her in an iron grip.
"Not that fast," Denna chides her softly and thrusts her Agiel just a bit deeper, "be a good girl for me."
Cara tries to suppress the choking as long as she can, but the gagging reflex is so severe – the pain so intense, that she cannot stand it any longer. She grabs Denna's wrist firmly and pulls the Agiel slowly from her mouth. Cara gasps as the pain starts to vanish with each second that goes by.
The heated look Denna gives her sends tremors down her spine. She reaches up and pulls Denna down in feverish kiss; lips crushing against each other, biting, nibbling, and caressing tender flesh. Cara plunges her tongue forcefully into Denna's mouth, dominating her with eagerness. But she knows that she can only because Denna allows her to do so. As they part, both are breathing heavily against each other’s lips, while Denna's hand still rests in Cara's hair.
"You never cease to surprise me, Cara." Denna states between shallow gasps. Cara smirks at that.
"But since you have moistened my Agiel so nicely," Denna let's go of Cara's hair, "we should look for other places to put it." She walks in the direction of her bed.
"Take off your leathers."
Sequel: "Your turn"
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~670
Warnings: slightly non-con (but I would call it Mord'Sith power struggle..) but consider youself as warned, if you see it differently)
Summary: belated fill for the
seeker_kinkmemePrompt: "Suck on the Agiel" (bonus for sub!Cara)
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended and – of course – no money is made.
A/N: Many thanks to my wonderful beta
synergyfox again! Now go back writing your epicness! :)Denna's leathers are tight, clinging to her body like a second skin, all buckles and straps are perfectly secure. Her braid is neat, not a single hair is out of place. The walls echo her sure steps as she strides down the hallways of the temple.
When Cara passes her without greeting she stops immediately, "Sister Cara!" The volume of her voice fills the corridor with shattering clarity.
Denna turns on her heel and saunters slowly towards the other Mord’Sith. The swaying of her hips is the most scandalous thing Cara has ever seen, hypnotizing, until Denna stops right in front of her, toe-to-toe. Denna titles her head to the side as she inspects the trim of Cara's leathers; her eyes fix on a buckle not properly strapped.
"Sister Cara,” she repeats, lecturing her with the smallest hint of arrogance. "You've grown careless about your duties recently." Her hands glide over Cara's leathers, “and now, you're denying your sisters the respect they have earned?" She inquires in slight wonder, fastening the strap on Cara's buckle in a sudden movement while pulling her close. Her voice drops to a whisper, “this behavior will not be tolerated, sister."
Denna turns, her hand still gripping Cara’s leathers tightly as she drags her along to her chambers.
~~~
Cara is on her knees in Denna's chambers, wondering why she always ends up in situations like this. Not that she would complain, especially when it's Denna she is on her knees for. Not that she was on her knee's for anyone else. She has earned her status among her sisters by now and has many of them kneeling before her. But even she has to accept the hierarchy of the temple.
And Denna is all too happy to remind her of her place - beneath her, at least for now.
"Suck on my Agiel." Denna demands and rests it on Cara's lips. Cara trembles as the magic surges through her, filling every molecule of her body with throbbing pain. She gasps and pulls slightly away as the pain becomes too intense.
Denna's features harden visibly and she bends down, harshly gripping Cara's hair and jerks her forward.
"I said," she brings her Agiel close to Cara's mouth again, "suck."
Cara stares up at her with slightly widened eyes. As she opens her mouth and her lips close around the Agiel, Denna cannot stifle the moan escaping her throat at the sheer delicious sight.
When Cara starts to suck in earnest, and the wet noises fill the room, Denna can feel the wetness pour between her legs.
"Good girl,” she purrs, then forces the Agiel down Cara's throat.
Cara chokes at the intrusion and tries to pull her head back, but Denna still holds her in an iron grip.
"Not that fast," Denna chides her softly and thrusts her Agiel just a bit deeper, "be a good girl for me."
Cara tries to suppress the choking as long as she can, but the gagging reflex is so severe – the pain so intense, that she cannot stand it any longer. She grabs Denna's wrist firmly and pulls the Agiel slowly from her mouth. Cara gasps as the pain starts to vanish with each second that goes by.
The heated look Denna gives her sends tremors down her spine. She reaches up and pulls Denna down in feverish kiss; lips crushing against each other, biting, nibbling, and caressing tender flesh. Cara plunges her tongue forcefully into Denna's mouth, dominating her with eagerness. But she knows that she can only because Denna allows her to do so. As they part, both are breathing heavily against each other’s lips, while Denna's hand still rests in Cara's hair.
"You never cease to surprise me, Cara." Denna states between shallow gasps. Cara smirks at that.
"But since you have moistened my Agiel so nicely," Denna let's go of Cara's hair, "we should look for other places to put it." She walks in the direction of her bed.
"Take off your leathers."
Sequel: "Your turn"