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madame_dennaPairing: Denna/Cara
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1420
Warnings: unusual use of an Agiel and fisted sheets; not beta'd, misuse of off & of & off ahh.. and other
Summary: Sequel to A question of respect
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended and – of course – no money is made.
Read this first
Cara rises from her kneeling position and is overwhelmed by the sudden wave of excitement, cursing through her body at Denna's suggestion. The platinum blonde is leaning casually against one of the bedpost at the rear end of the bed. Her fingers play at the buckles of her own necklace, opening them in an agonizing slow and controlled pace.
Denna watches Cara's every movement like a hawk, silently urging her on to move faster. Cara does not need more encouragement to get her overheated body out of its confines. By the time she stands naked under Denna scrutiny, Denna has only managed to discard her neckpiece.
"Always so eager." Denna states in an amused tone, while her eyes travel down the length of Cara's toned body.
"Only eager to please you, Mistress." Cara breathes, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. She is delighted when Denna's gaze drops, following the movement.
Denna meets eyes with her again. "You are eager to please me, huh?"
Cara smirks. "I can please you in ways no other of our sisters ever could." Cara boasts, more confident than she otherwise would dare, but the heated gaze and Denna's slightly flushed checks are telling her she can get away with it. At least this once.
Denna regards her for a silent moment longer, then turns up her nose. "Let me be the judge of that." She beckons Cara to step closer.
Cara closes the distance between them and Denna pulls her in, a hand sliding to Cara's neck, meeing her for a kiss that has Cara's knees go weak.
Denna gives up her position against the bedpost and presses Cara backwards down onto the edge of the bed. Her still gloved hands glide down the length of Cara's sides, while she positions herself between Cara's spread legs. When Denna eventually breaks their kiss for the need of air, herv lips are dark red and slightly swollen. Careful applied lipstick smudged around the edges.
Denna sucks her lower lip into her mouth as Cara watches her attentively. After a moment of consideration, Denna probs herself up on one forear and presses herself along Cara's body. Cara whimpers as the buckles of Denna's leathers scratch over her bare skin. "How great is your desire to please me?" Denna whispers in Cara's ear, then shifts her body once again, eliciting another soft sound from Cara. "Very." Cara gasps as buckles scratch over her breasts and her nipples harden at the contact. Denna works her way down from Cara's neck, licking, caressing the soft skin with lips and tongue.
"I see." Denna says, then bites down hard on Cara's shoulder until she tastes blood. Cara squeaks and arches up from the bed at the unexpected contact She jerks Denna up to meet her eyes. Denna is looking more than satisfied with herself, a smirk curling at her öips. She licks the last traces of Cara's blood from her lips. A brow cocked questioningly, "Was there something you would like to add, Cara?"
Between clenched teeth, Cara forces out a "no", barely managing to refrain from throwing Denna on her back and fuck her senseless until the blonde's self-satisfied grin would vanish from her dark painted lips. Instead her hands find their way to Denna's leathers and she begins to peel it down Denna's body.
"Nah nah," Denna chides and grasps Cara's wrists and entangles herself from her body completely. She stands at the edge of the bed, between Cara's slightly spread legs.
"We don't want my Agiel to dry, now would we?" It's a statement not a question. "You would have to suck it until it's wet again." Denna states matter of factly, while her hand closes around the shaft of her Agiel at her waist, lingers there for a moment, then she pulls it free out of the holster.
Cara tenses as Denna's Agiel touches it to the bare skin at her knee, then trails the tip slowly over her inner thigh, edging closer to her core. Her hands fist the sheets in anticipation. She wants to let her head fall back into the cushions, but she does not dare to break Denna's piercing gaze.
"Are you in need to be prepared for penetration?" Denna inquires smugly with a raised brow and places her Agiel on top of the sheets. Cara takes a breath and opens her mouth to reward her with a sarcastic comeback, but Denna does not wait for her to answer as she leans forward and strokes with a finger down the length of Cara's center. Cara gasps when Denna grazes her clit and the warm tingling feeling spreads through her body, making her toe's curl. She trembles as Denna's finger probes her entrance playfully at first, then all the way inside in a swiftly motion. Cara's body arches up from the sheets and breathless moans leaves her in desperation. She tries to angles herself more into Denna's touch. If the wicked smile is any indication, she surmises that Denna only uses one finger on purpose, to tease her. Enough to illicit arousal - far too little for the pleasure Cara is looking for.
Denna pulls her finger out of Cara, rises it close to her face and inspects the wetness lingering there, then looks back at Cara with a smirk on her lips, "I think this answers any questions." Cara is breathing hard and her clit is throbbing in need of attention. She won't stand Denna's torment any longer. Denna unaware of Cara's thoughts steps closer to Cara again, until her body presses right between Cara's spread legs, then softly thrusts playfully against her. Cara rewards her with a moan and she wraps her legs around Denna's waist pulling her closer, increasing the contact.
Denna looks at her as if she does not approve, but at the moment she has another pressing matter, Cara needs to take care of. She grasps the side of Cara's face and brings her soaked finger to her mouth, nudging Cara's lower lip.
"Since you already have experience in this matter, you can clean off the mess on my glove," Denna advises, then bites down on her lip to suppress any sound as Cara's tongue darts out, licking in languid strokes at her finger, before sucking it inside her mouth. The glove is thin enough that Denna feels every stroke and nip of Cara's tongue and teeth. She curls her finger in Cara's mouth and brings her the other Mord'Sith' face closer to her own.
The heat emerging from between Cara's legs, the sucking noise and Cara's warm mouth tight around her finger brings her dangerously close to lose control. In a sudden motion she pulls her finger out of Cara's mouth, only to replace it with her tongue. She licks deep in Cara's mouth, reaching for the Agiel next to her. Cara's legs are still wrapped around her, so Denna presses Cara's hips back on the bed to make space for her Agiel.
"Are you ready?" Denna asks hoarsely between kisses.
"Yes Mistress, " Cara answers equally distracted, breathing heavily by now.
Denna positions the Agiel, then enters her with a quick thrust of her hand, sinking the Agiel halfway inside. Cara breaks the kiss and whimpers, eyes rolling back in her head. She moans deeply, as the pleasure of finally being taken mingles with the pain the Agiel is emitting. Denna thrusts deeper and Cara groans at each thrust of Denna's hand.
"Harder, Mistress", she begs between gasps of pain mixed with pleasure, moving her hips to meet Denna's unrelenting thrusts. Moaning herself, Denna pushes the Agiel all the way inside and feels Cara wetness drip down her hand as she pulls out. Eyes blown wide, lips trembling Cara stares up at her.
The feel of Cara's body writhing beneath her is driving Denna mad with the need to bring her to come undone here and now. To claim her as her own. The though alone has her at the brink already and she pulls Cara’s head up and kisses her deeply, sliding her tongue into Cara’s mouth.
Cara meets her kiss hungrily, but then breaks away. Her body arches like a bow, then stiffens and Cara's hand grips Denna’s shoulder in an iron grip. Denna watches her in facination as she cries out, when her orgasm finally hits. Cara let's go of Denna's shoulder and falls back into the sheets, breathing erratic. The blood is pounding loudly in her ears, her eyes are closed, her body is taut and all she can do is count the stars behind her closed eyelids.
Denna pulls the Agiel out and places it back next to her on the sheets. She reclaims her former position on top of Cara with a graze only she seems capable of. Her hands stroke affectionately through Cara's hair and she smiles down at Cara with a wicked grin.
"My turn."
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1420
Warnings: unusual use of an Agiel and fisted sheets; not beta'd, misuse of off & of & off ahh.. and other
Summary: Sequel to A question of respect
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended and – of course – no money is made.
Read this first
Cara rises from her kneeling position and is overwhelmed by the sudden wave of excitement, cursing through her body at Denna's suggestion. The platinum blonde is leaning casually against one of the bedpost at the rear end of the bed. Her fingers play at the buckles of her own necklace, opening them in an agonizing slow and controlled pace.
Denna watches Cara's every movement like a hawk, silently urging her on to move faster. Cara does not need more encouragement to get her overheated body out of its confines. By the time she stands naked under Denna scrutiny, Denna has only managed to discard her neckpiece.
"Always so eager." Denna states in an amused tone, while her eyes travel down the length of Cara's toned body.
"Only eager to please you, Mistress." Cara breathes, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. She is delighted when Denna's gaze drops, following the movement.
Denna meets eyes with her again. "You are eager to please me, huh?"
Cara smirks. "I can please you in ways no other of our sisters ever could." Cara boasts, more confident than she otherwise would dare, but the heated gaze and Denna's slightly flushed checks are telling her she can get away with it. At least this once.
Denna regards her for a silent moment longer, then turns up her nose. "Let me be the judge of that." She beckons Cara to step closer.
Cara closes the distance between them and Denna pulls her in, a hand sliding to Cara's neck, meeing her for a kiss that has Cara's knees go weak.
Denna gives up her position against the bedpost and presses Cara backwards down onto the edge of the bed. Her still gloved hands glide down the length of Cara's sides, while she positions herself between Cara's spread legs. When Denna eventually breaks their kiss for the need of air, herv lips are dark red and slightly swollen. Careful applied lipstick smudged around the edges.
Denna sucks her lower lip into her mouth as Cara watches her attentively. After a moment of consideration, Denna probs herself up on one forear and presses herself along Cara's body. Cara whimpers as the buckles of Denna's leathers scratch over her bare skin. "How great is your desire to please me?" Denna whispers in Cara's ear, then shifts her body once again, eliciting another soft sound from Cara. "Very." Cara gasps as buckles scratch over her breasts and her nipples harden at the contact. Denna works her way down from Cara's neck, licking, caressing the soft skin with lips and tongue.
"I see." Denna says, then bites down hard on Cara's shoulder until she tastes blood. Cara squeaks and arches up from the bed at the unexpected contact She jerks Denna up to meet her eyes. Denna is looking more than satisfied with herself, a smirk curling at her öips. She licks the last traces of Cara's blood from her lips. A brow cocked questioningly, "Was there something you would like to add, Cara?"
Between clenched teeth, Cara forces out a "no", barely managing to refrain from throwing Denna on her back and fuck her senseless until the blonde's self-satisfied grin would vanish from her dark painted lips. Instead her hands find their way to Denna's leathers and she begins to peel it down Denna's body.
"Nah nah," Denna chides and grasps Cara's wrists and entangles herself from her body completely. She stands at the edge of the bed, between Cara's slightly spread legs.
"We don't want my Agiel to dry, now would we?" It's a statement not a question. "You would have to suck it until it's wet again." Denna states matter of factly, while her hand closes around the shaft of her Agiel at her waist, lingers there for a moment, then she pulls it free out of the holster.
Cara tenses as Denna's Agiel touches it to the bare skin at her knee, then trails the tip slowly over her inner thigh, edging closer to her core. Her hands fist the sheets in anticipation. She wants to let her head fall back into the cushions, but she does not dare to break Denna's piercing gaze.
"Are you in need to be prepared for penetration?" Denna inquires smugly with a raised brow and places her Agiel on top of the sheets. Cara takes a breath and opens her mouth to reward her with a sarcastic comeback, but Denna does not wait for her to answer as she leans forward and strokes with a finger down the length of Cara's center. Cara gasps when Denna grazes her clit and the warm tingling feeling spreads through her body, making her toe's curl. She trembles as Denna's finger probes her entrance playfully at first, then all the way inside in a swiftly motion. Cara's body arches up from the sheets and breathless moans leaves her in desperation. She tries to angles herself more into Denna's touch. If the wicked smile is any indication, she surmises that Denna only uses one finger on purpose, to tease her. Enough to illicit arousal - far too little for the pleasure Cara is looking for.
Denna pulls her finger out of Cara, rises it close to her face and inspects the wetness lingering there, then looks back at Cara with a smirk on her lips, "I think this answers any questions." Cara is breathing hard and her clit is throbbing in need of attention. She won't stand Denna's torment any longer. Denna unaware of Cara's thoughts steps closer to Cara again, until her body presses right between Cara's spread legs, then softly thrusts playfully against her. Cara rewards her with a moan and she wraps her legs around Denna's waist pulling her closer, increasing the contact.
Denna looks at her as if she does not approve, but at the moment she has another pressing matter, Cara needs to take care of. She grasps the side of Cara's face and brings her soaked finger to her mouth, nudging Cara's lower lip.
"Since you already have experience in this matter, you can clean off the mess on my glove," Denna advises, then bites down on her lip to suppress any sound as Cara's tongue darts out, licking in languid strokes at her finger, before sucking it inside her mouth. The glove is thin enough that Denna feels every stroke and nip of Cara's tongue and teeth. She curls her finger in Cara's mouth and brings her the other Mord'Sith' face closer to her own.
The heat emerging from between Cara's legs, the sucking noise and Cara's warm mouth tight around her finger brings her dangerously close to lose control. In a sudden motion she pulls her finger out of Cara's mouth, only to replace it with her tongue. She licks deep in Cara's mouth, reaching for the Agiel next to her. Cara's legs are still wrapped around her, so Denna presses Cara's hips back on the bed to make space for her Agiel.
"Are you ready?" Denna asks hoarsely between kisses.
"Yes Mistress, " Cara answers equally distracted, breathing heavily by now.
Denna positions the Agiel, then enters her with a quick thrust of her hand, sinking the Agiel halfway inside. Cara breaks the kiss and whimpers, eyes rolling back in her head. She moans deeply, as the pleasure of finally being taken mingles with the pain the Agiel is emitting. Denna thrusts deeper and Cara groans at each thrust of Denna's hand.
"Harder, Mistress", she begs between gasps of pain mixed with pleasure, moving her hips to meet Denna's unrelenting thrusts. Moaning herself, Denna pushes the Agiel all the way inside and feels Cara wetness drip down her hand as she pulls out. Eyes blown wide, lips trembling Cara stares up at her.
The feel of Cara's body writhing beneath her is driving Denna mad with the need to bring her to come undone here and now. To claim her as her own. The though alone has her at the brink already and she pulls Cara’s head up and kisses her deeply, sliding her tongue into Cara’s mouth.
Cara meets her kiss hungrily, but then breaks away. Her body arches like a bow, then stiffens and Cara's hand grips Denna’s shoulder in an iron grip. Denna watches her in facination as she cries out, when her orgasm finally hits. Cara let's go of Denna's shoulder and falls back into the sheets, breathing erratic. The blood is pounding loudly in her ears, her eyes are closed, her body is taut and all she can do is count the stars behind her closed eyelids.
Denna pulls the Agiel out and places it back next to her on the sheets. She reclaims her former position on top of Cara with a graze only she seems capable of. Her hands stroke affectionately through Cara's hair and she smiles down at Cara with a wicked grin.
"My turn."
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Date: 2011-10-25 07:56 pm (UTC)