A bond of trust that even time can't sever

[madame_denna]

Pairing: Cara/Denna
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~5243 (oh noez not again)
Warnings: none (I think)
Summary: Cara hit the wrong person, now she is going to pay the price.
Written for: lots_pornbattle (belated fill)
Prompts: Cara's first time/loss of virginity, bend down, whips
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: Many thanks to my lovely beta raug_moss, I don't think that I would have finished it without your help anytime soon! Thank you so much ♥ (But being me, I added things, so all mistakes are my own!)
A/N²: *whines* I want my short-stories back!

Mistress Denna is no one to be toyed with. If Cara needed a reminder of that very fact, the icy stare Denna directs at her--would do the trick pretty well.

The miserable day has started out rather unspectacular with the common duties any of her fellow sisters have to carry out in their temple. And had Cara known how it would go downhill after mid-morning devotions, she would have come up with a reason to stay away from the fighting training later that day--that's for sure. Even hanging chained over the blood pit, and the brutal kiss of any other Agiel seems to be a rather attractive alternative right about now.

Cara admittedly always has--may it be consciously or unconsciously--avoided a direct confrontation with the platinum-haired Mord'Sith for obvious reasons. The First Mistress--right hand of Darken Rahl himself--is certainly not one of her personal favorite's to engage with. Cara actually believes not many of her fellow sisters feel differently about that, considering Denna's erratic behavior at times. But being ironically the very cause of Denna's boiling rage, is something she would rather loose a limp over to evade.

Unfortunately, it's already too late for that. A prominent vein on Denna's temple throbbing visibly under pale skin as well as the violent flush to her cheeks tells Cara as much. And it's not like the stinging blow of Denna's Agiel that hit her straight across the face and sent her gasping for air to her knees a few moments ago--left any questions to be answered.

The hallway lays vast and empty before them and when Denna had forcibly pulled her in there, out of sight of curious eyes following them, Cara had dreaded she might not leave it again other than in a body bag.

That this is still a very viable outcome, doesn't help matters either.

The distinct metallic taste of blood on her tongue calms her with its familiarity for an absurd moment while she still inspects the sandcoloured stone beneath Denna's gleaming boots closely. Warm blood trickles from the cut into her mouth and down her chin and she does not look up until Denna's gloved fingers raise her face to meet her chilling blue eyes.

"On your feet." Denna gravelly orders, and Cara almost stumbles in her anxious haste to abide by her instruction.

Right then it dawns on Cara that her punishment is not over just yet. It has been wishful thinking in the first place and deep down she knew it would not be that easy. All she can do now is keep her own flaring temper at bay as long as she is expected to. Mistress Denna is the one on top of the chain of command in the Sisterhood and she would be wise enough to acknowledge that--at least for the time being. Not one to be afraid of proper punishment, Cara has willingly endured her training each time with enduring strength and pride--this is simply the fundamental way it went for every Mord'Sith. Even if not all her fellow sisters are as successful and promising as she is. However, Mistress Denna's preferred training methods are undoubtedly an entirely different matter. Cara has heard inconceivable things that make her stomach turn violently just thinking of them. Abysmal deeds that resolutely keep her sleepless at night and let her walk the other way when she spots Denna anywhere.

Cara chokes as soon as Denna's fingers curl around her throat like a vice, ruthlessly cutting off her air supply to the sound of creaking leather. It had been grueling enough to be chosen as the First Mistress' opponent in the first place during their training session with no way to bluntly refuse her fateful calling. She should have known right from the start, when she unfortunately caught Denna off guard and promptly delivered the fatal blow in front of many of their sisters, that Denna would not take the minor embarrassment--of actually being hit by a novice--all too lightly. And to her growing dismay, Cara suspects she's been right with that assumption, as Denna forces her backwards until her shoulders make contact with the stone wall behind her.

By now, the entire length of the older Mord'Sith presses up against her front, and were it not for the fingers squeezing her throat, Cara might even enjoy the opportunity to study her up close. But the hand against her flesh just clenches that precious bit more, and Cara can practically feel the bruises rising to her skin already--about to adorn her uncovered flesh for many days to come. Subtly reminding her not to cross the First Mistress again. As if she needed a another lasting reminder...

Staring at the undisguised wrath blazing in pale blue eyes like raging flames, Cara forces herself not to break Denna's intense gaze, pensively wondering if she'll end up over the blood pit after all. As air or rather the lack of it becomes a fundamental issue, Denna's sinister expression changes to one of poisonous indifference. As she then steps back and lets go of Cara's burning throat, she instantly wishes for the raw anger to return.

But Denna just growls, "follow me," somewhat impatient, and not waiting for affirmation turns and walks resolutely down the hallway. Cara dutifully follows close behind, without so much as a breathless second of hesitation.

The cold shiver running down her back only adds to the tight knot forming in her stomach, well knowing, the stairwell for the dungeons is in the opposite direction.

---

Denna's chambers are way bigger than Cara would have expected. For the most part, the sparsely furnished room looks like any other in the temple with its vaulted ceiling and arched windows to one side. The only glaring difference may be that it's easily six times bigger than her own. It also spots an impressive four-poster bed instead of a simple cot and a large desk, scattered with scrolls and a fireplace. A closed door at the far end and gleaming leather chaise catches Cara's attention, before Denna's steeled voice cuts like a blade through her musings.

"Undress."

A simple command, that sends her heart-rate soaring in her chest and as she meets Denna's gaze, she immediately knows it's not open for discussion. Under Denna's watchful eye, Cara nervously fumbles with the fastenings and straps until--what feels like an eternity--she stands bare in front of the other Mord'Sith. If the sight before her pleases Mistress Denna--or not--she gives no indication as her features remain stoic. With her hands on her hips, the platinum blonde studies Cara's form for agonizing long minutes and Cara shivers under her scrutiny--feeling her nipples harden in the process. If it's because of being exposed to the cold air or Denna's silent examination, Cara can't tell.

"To the chaise," Denna eventually says, inclining her head in the general direction to where the piece of furniture is located. Cara moves towards the chaise rather quickly, but before she can reach it she hears Denna's stressing calm voice ring out once more. "With your back turned to me."

Cara feels her uneasiness rise like a thunderstorm, but obeys Denna's order without question. Not that she is given any choice in the matter anyway. With her back to the other Mord'Sith--who has in the meantime obviously moved from her earlier position--because Cara hears the soft opening and closing of wooden drawers, her eyes drop to the chaise before her. Her fingertips tingle as they graze over the soft polished leather on the high end.

"Found something you like?“ Denna breathes into her ear, making Cara jump at how close Denna is suddenly standing right behind her, without noticing her stepping closer. Instinctively, Cara turns to look at Denna and notices an object in her hand, but before she can make out what it is, the other Mord'Sith has her bend over the chaise with a strong hand to her neck.

"You should know better than to move without my permission." Denna murmurs in her hair and it sounds cold and dark as the shades of midnight--the length of her body pressing Cara even farther against the unyielding cushions. Cara can't help but tremble under the weight pinning her down, bombarded with sensations of Denna's leathers against her naked skin, the firm grip fingers have around her neck or the hard object--guided by Denna's hand--trailing up the side of her thigh.

Withstanding the sudden urge to press back against the body above her, she finally acknowledges Denna's scolding. "I apologize, Mistress."

The next thing she perceives is the sudden loss of Denna's warmth as well as any caressing touch from the platinum-blonde at all. Any puzzling musings about her own craving for the contact to return or how her skin still tingles where Denna has touched her--are gone the second the leather whip rains down on her backside with a deafening snap. She winces at the blow, sharp and brutal in its elegance, and clutches the edges of the chaise tightly with both hands for leverage. In the past Cara had never been very vocal--be it in conversation with her sisters or while being trained by one of the older Mord'Sith. But then, it had always been an Agiel--and never before a whip, and just can't help the whimper now.

"Do you feel pleasure at my touch, Sister Cara?" The blonde asks and despite the eerie calmness of her voice, Cara can hear Denna's smirk--poisoning her tone with sweet, sticky exhilaration.

Cara wants to answer her, desperately tries to open her mouth and speak the words Denna is waiting for. But her teeth stay treacherously clenched together as the sting of Denna's first lash still pulses through every fiber of her being.

Unfortunately, Denna is not a patient woman and the second lash hits her even harder as the one before. Cara whimpers against the polished leather beneath her.

"I asked you a question, my pet." Denna drags it out this time. "Do you feel pleasure at my touch?"

"I do, Mistress." Cara bites out as soon as she can as the sting of the impact recedes, this time quicker as the first. What is she supposed to say? No? Unlikely. Who would dare to say no to Mistress Denna of all people... Especially while holding a whip?

"Is that so?" Denna queries in feigned astonishment and Cara is not entirely sure if it is a question Denna wants to be answered, but she is not willing to take any risks in not answering.

"Very much, Mistress."

"Very much?" Now Denna just mocks her--she knows. At Denna's sharp inhale she wants to respond something, but before Cara can dig herself in any deeper--Denna continues. "Then I'll be so generous and please you a little more."

Before Cara can contemplate how much pleasure Denna is offering, any thoughts are dragged from her mind. A sharp hiss escapes through clenched teeth as the whip rains down onto her cheeks again. Bowing her back against the fast spreading pain, she anticipates the next lash and it follows way too quickly. And then--just over and over again.

---

Cara tries to breathe through the pain, the rising dizziness and her constricted chest. But relaxing her painfully tensed muscles seems out of reach even after Denna's whipping finally comes to a long-awaited end. Her backside stings with flaring intensity and Cara doubts she will be sitting down any time soon. It actually shocks her. She is used to pain that renders her unconscious--makes her bleed, but the sensation of what Denna deems to be a decent whipping--is new and quite ferocious to her.

However, Denna does not leave her time to mull it over for very long, as her hand grazes over her bruised, sore skin--in fascination of her handiwork. Cara flinches from the touch even with no way to go. It stings still and even more so as her body moves and strains under the feather-light caress. Only once the pain settles into a dull throb, she realizes that it's not Denna's glove trailing over her flesh, but instead bare skin against skin. It's oddly intimate, even more as being stripped from her leathers and bend over in all her glory for Denna to observe.

Denna's hands settle on her waist briefly before ordering her back into a standing position with a tug of her fingers. Expecting for her punishment to be over, Cara lifts herself from the chaise and turns with caution, waiting for a verbal confirmation from the other Mord'Sith to grab her leathers and go.

And it seems like Denna is about to say just that--when Cara can practically watch as the words die in Denna's throat the moment their eyes meet.

The intensity of Denna's penetrating gaze cuts her like a knife through butter, her eyes a turbulent shade of blue. Cara can do nothing but watch as a hand raises to her face and long pale fingers cradle her cheek with startling, unexpected tenderness. For a long while, Cara gets lost in the physical sensation and finds herself unable to break the sudden serenity of this moment and then time comes to a stop--the world around them ceases to spin. It's just her and Denna now--nothing else, no limitations or ranks--and Denna looks right to the bottom of her soul without even trying. Cara can't remember when Denna stepped into her space but she is suddenly very close and with each fall of the blonde's chest her breath brushes against her skin--tempting her to lean in, flicker her tongue over crimson and have a taste of what lays beneath.

But then Denna blinks and startles out of the haze and the gentleness so tangible a moment ago falls from her face like blood from a freshly opened wound. Her head tilts almost imperceptible to the side as her grip on Cara's cheek tenses. Before Cara can make sense of what is happening Denna pulls her closer until their lips come together in a wild bruising dance. The moan falls from her lips without even noticing and Denna's tongue pushes inside her mouth with startling urgency. Cara entertained quite a few ideas of what might happen in the First Mistress' chambers, but has never quite expected this. She expects Denna's hand trailing up her inner thigh even less. Even though no one needs to be told about Denna's needs as it is common knowledge she claims whomever she takes a liking to. Cara didn't even entertain the thought Denna might take her, especially after the incident earlier that day. But against the odds it seems like Mistress Denna finds herself in need for a new plaything.

But then she does not really have time to think about that further when Denna captures her lower lip in between a row of white teeth. Cara winces as she bites down, groans in pain as a hand finds and squeezes her bruised backside once more. At the sound mischievous glee blooms on Denna's face like a flower in spring and she pulls Cara's bare form against her body. Cara hears herself moan in pleasure, as Denna's leather-clad thigh forces its way between her legs, brushing up against the apex of her thighs. She opens her eyes then, unable to remember when she has closed them. Denna stares back at her, eyes sparkling, as she shifts her thigh harder against Cara's flesh--her eyes darking as it elicits another strangled sound that Cara can't bother to hold back. A tongue traces over Cara's lower lip then before licking with a languid stroke into her mouth. It's driving her mad and Cara wants nothing more than to claim Denna's lips for herself, pull her equally close by a hand in her braid--rather than just stand there and be used by her. But she knows Denna will not allow for that. And if she does it regardless she could just as well turn back around and bend over. This is Denna's game and she leaves no lingering doubts about that.

"Now make yourself useful and remove my leathers." Denna breathes, after she pulls away from their kiss, the arrogance heavy on her tongue as if it never receded. But her lipstick is slightly smudged at the edges, giving her a wanton look that Cara finds herself craving to see more often. Denna is pulling away from her then, but not without dragging out the contact of her thigh with Cara's sex until it's impossible to maintain any longer. She looks down on her leather clad thigh briefly then back up with a hint of mystification about the glistering wetness visible on red leather. But Cara can tell Denna is amused, and not as surprised to find the evidence of Cara's arousal on her thigh, as she wants to make it seem.

"Make sure to clean that mess later." She advises and crosses the distance to the rear end of her bed--then stands there. Waiting.

As Cara fails to follow, Denna arches a perfect brow in question. "Do you expect a written invitation?" Her tone drops dangerously low. "Move."

Without thinking much about it, Cara strides over and begins to loosen the laces of her neckguard first. The way Denna is watching her every movement makes her look away from searching eyes, even though she seems indifferent as piece by piece of her leathers are peeled from her body. Cara has never seen Mistress Denna looking anything but impeccable in her appearance before today. Her platinum-blonde hair is always braided with rigorous precision and not a hair out of place; every single strap and buckle of her armor is at all time perfectly secure. Even though Denna ordered her to remove them, it feels kind of peculiar to Cara to disassemble that perfect shell now and she can't quite understand the urgency with which her fingers work to get Denna out of it.

After Cara removes her boots and folds the other pieces neatly, Denna sits down on the end of her bed, long legs crossed, leaning back on the sheets behind her. Cara believed, that once the leathers are gone, Denna's dignified commanding aura would falter, but it just doesn't. The lazy way Denna lounges on the bed is nothing but imposing--even when completely naked. Without further instruction, Cara is unsure what Denna expects from her now while she fidgets with the blonde's leathers still in her hands. Remembering who she is, Cara places them on a chair nearby, then walks back to stand right in front of the other Mord'Sith.

"You're going to finish what whipping you has started." Denna tells her, as if it's something unpleasant. After a moment, obviously noticing the confused expression on Cara's face, she entangles her legs and spreads them, opening herself to Cara's view.

There are most likely only very few people who can look as confident and elegant in such a pose as Denna does right now, Cara muses, if there are at all. Somehow, she doubts it.

"If it takes you any longer to get down here, I will go back to whipping you." Denna says, then adds, sweet as poison on a sugar cube. "I'm sure it will offer me enough pleasure, but I can promise, you won't be enjoying it as much."

"As you wish, Mistress." Cara hums as she lowers herself to kneel between Denna's legs. If she has to choose between being whipped or the choice Denna is offering--it certainly is an easy one. She can't deny any longer how the sight of her now is affecting her. Cara knows what Denna expects and Cara already has some experience with bringing satisfaction to her sisters--those above her in the hierarchy--and she intends to leave Mistress Denna wanting for nothing.

From her former position Cara has not seen it, but now kneeling in front of Denna's parted legs, she can see that the whipping earlier has worked Denna up, if the glistering wetness is an indication. The thought alone, that every time the whip hit her skin left Denna wanting, sends a throbbing ache between her legs.

Thoughtlessly, Cara sits down on her legs only to rise back up quickly with a hiss, as the pain from her backside makes a prominent revival. She hears Denna chuckle at the sound and despite herself shoots her a hard look that Denna doesn't seem to notice. Once settled, her hands find the soft skin of Denna's thigh and trails them upwards, her mouth following their path placing wet kisses here and there, slowly making her way to where Denna wants it the most. The intoxicating clean scent of Denna's arousal mingles with the distinct smell of leather clinging to her skin and the combination makes Cara dizzy with the want to taste her, touch more of the pale skin that feels as smooth as silk beneath her wandering lips. Her hands clutch Denna's knees and she pulls her forward, closer to the edge of the bed. Sucking the soft flesh of Denna's inner thigh into her mouth, she bites down, reveling in the sharp gasp it drags out in response.

"Forgive me, Mistress," Cara breathes against her skin not even pretending to sound like she means it. Her tongue flickers over her bite-mark again, where a bruise is already rising to the surface. She promises then, it won't be the only one, before this is over. Gripping the blonde's thighs with both hands, Cara pushes them further apart to the point where it must be painful for Denna, but the other Mord'Sith only hums deeply in response. Cara abandons the blood-shot mark and grins at the deep-red against pale skin and licks all the way up to Denna's core. Denna's breath hitches as her lips make finally contact with her center, her groan comes unexpected as do the finger tangling in her hair, keeping her firmly in place. Her tongue explores the pink glistening flesh with faint strokes, tasting the unmistakable sweet taste of Denna's arousal, but never quite lingers there.

In no time at all the grip in her hair stiffens. "I don't like to be teased." Denna growls, but it's breathy and Cara thinks her vocal response is telling a slightly different story. She presses Denna's legs further apart again, ignoring Denna's grip on her hair and flicks her tongue hard over the hardened numb, once, twice, until Denna's hips start rocking against her mouth. And she dives deeper, ignoring the sound of displeasure from above, pushing her tongue inside where Denna tastes even sweeter.

"Back up." Cara hears, and Denna sounds almost incoherent by now and she relents, sucking the bundle of nerves into her mouth, teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh and the hand around her braid tightens painfully. She lets go of Denna's clit, only to point her tongue at it and begins flicking, slowly picking up speed. One of her hands trails up to Denna's chest, teasing a perked nipple between her fingers and Denna's body arches beneath her.

"Like that." Denna sighs and Cara can feel her orgasm building as she begins to tremble under Cara's ministrations. It just a matter of mere moments now... but then Denna jerks her up by the hair and pulls her into a searing kiss, licking her taste from Cara's lips. A hand reaches for Cara's own and Denna guides it between them and pushes two of Cara's fingers inside of her with brute force. Cara is quick to pick up the hard pace Denna demands but can't resit to bite down on Denna's lip. Her thumb finds Denna's clit while her fingers continue to work her fast and it's all it takes to push her Mistress over the edge with a startled moan, that Cara claims and kisses off her mouth.

For a few moments it's just the sound of breathing and the rise and fall of Denna's chest against her own and Cara begins to wonder if she should leave now, but then Denna already rolls them over--and presses Cara into silken sheets. And Cara realizes, she is not prepared for the feeling of Denna's naked body on top of her. Even less for the sharp stab of arousal when the blonde's thigh forces its way between Cara's legs--inflicting delicious friction against her core. Cara moans rather helplessly. Denna's hands are traveling over her sides before squeezing her breasts, until her nipples strain hard against Denna's palm. Trailing open mouth kisses from her neck to the valley of her breasts, Denna sucks a nipple into her mouth, flickering it with her tongue.

"Mistress.." Cara moans as Denna's leg between her own presses harder into her. She can feel the wetness between her legs now once more on Denna's thigh, slick and telling, against bare flesh. Denna's mouth abandons her breast, licking up to the shell of Cara's ear, nibbling on the tender flesh of her earlobe.

"You don't deserve this," Denna murmurs against her and Cara can feel goosebumps rise as her warm breath travels her skin. "But I feel exceptionally generous tonight." Her leg thrusts up to make her point, stealing the thank you, Mistress from Cara's lips as it's replaced by a low groan. Cara's hands grip Denna's butt, pulling the platinum-blonde in a steady rhythm against herself. The slapping slick sound of Denna's thrusts and the ragged breathing in her ear, is driving Cara mad with an all consuming need. Denna's kiss-swollen lips claim her mouth in another heated kiss.

With one last squeeze, earning her a another soft sound from Cara, Denna's hand trails further down. Her fingers find the space between her thighs, trailing them over the length of her then covers the hard numb with her arousal. "Oh, aren't you wet for me." Denna marvels, her voice like crumbling gravel.

Cara can only nod as she teases her further, massaging her flesh with the pads of her fingers. Cara's body arches under the constant gratification, whimpering, lifting her hips to meet the delicious touch. After a moment Denna's hand trails down further, stroking over the length of Cara's sex.

"Mistress.. I.." Cara pants, unable to finish the sentence against the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure.

"You what?" Denna breathes against her cheek, teasing Cara's entrance then slips a finger inside, only to stop dead in her tracks a fraction of a second later. Her eyes snap up to Cara's. Judging by the sudden sharp intake of breath, Denna has noticed the resistance, before Cara is able to voice it out loud.

"You are still pure..." Denna whispers, not bothering to conceal the astonishment in her voice.

"Yes, Mistress."

Denna chews on her bottom lip for a moment, looking away, as she considers this new, obviously unexpected, information. "I see." Meeting Cara's gaze, she inquires more sincerely than Cara has ever witnessed. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, Mistress." Cara forces out, suddenly feeling more self-aware than she has in years. She pulls Denna down for a kiss, pushing her tongue past Denna's lips as she squirms under her mistress, desperately trying to get Denna moving with her again. A moment or two pass while they just kiss, but then Denna's thumb finds her clit once more and moves in narrow circles, but the finger inside remains motionless.

"Mistress, please." Cara pants between kisses, pushing herself down against Denna's hand, but is unable to force her any deeper.

"You have to be certain about it." Denna whispers with a hint of forcefulness as she grips Cara's chin, pulling back to look at her again. "Are you? Truly? It's kind of a one time thing."

"I am certain." Cara answers, finding herself surprised at how fiercely that statement rings true. It's not like she has given much thought to it before, but somehow it just feels so disturbingly right. And she can't think of anyone else she would rather be with at this very moment in time.

Not breaking eye contact, Denna gives her a quick nod in acquiescence and her thumb picks up its pace over Cara's clit, making Cara sigh and shift beneath her as the sparks of bliss flare back to life rather quickly. Her breathing picks up instinctively as Denna's finger finally begins to move ever so slightly. She can feel her orgasm already prickling beneath the surface, all consuming need cresting within, only needing that final push from Denna that will send her over the edge.

"You are not allowed to come just yet..." Denna whispers, holding Cara's gaze as she presses her finger past the barrier and all the way inside. Cara's eyes fall shut, as her body strains against the intrusion. The sensation of being taken for the first time is almost too much to take as pain mingles with pleasure--and she barely remembers to breathe at the unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant feeling of being filled. But then Denna pulls out already, only to push inside her again, slow and steady.

As she begins to tremble, her nails dig into Denna's waist and she finds startlingly blue eyes again, hoping she can convey how hard it is to obey her command any longer. Denna just flicks her thumb even harder, groaning as Cara's fingers sink deeper into her skin but leans down at last, whispering. "Do it now." Then bites down onto her earlobe and the sharpness of her teeth combined with Denna claiming her--sends a surge of hot, fierce enjoyment right though her. Her body lifts from the sheets and into Denna's, hears herself moan and go limp a very long moment later, breathing heavily.


She feels Denna withdraw and lick the side of her neck until Cara comes back to her senses, opening her eyes to take in the other Mord'Sith. "Denna..." She murmurs, still helplessly out of breath.

Denna eyes her curiously at that. "Why thank you, Cara. It’s still Mistress Denna to you." She pauses for a heartbeat or two, then says, "now leave and take my leathers to be properly cleaned." And despite her amicable tone, it's clear that it is not a request. But the way Denna bites the insides of her cheek and the faint upturn of her lips, can't quite enforce the mockery she obviously intends.

Cara obeys without blinking twice.

---

How little Cara knew at the morning of the day, of how much her relationship to the First Mistress would evolve in a matter of mere hours.

Thinking about it, she does not even believe Denna is going to treat her any different from now on--the other Mord'Sith is way too much of a Mistress for that. And yet, Cara can't seem to stop running Denna's parting words--murmured in her ear and scarcely audible--through her mind.

Wherever you go,

whatever you do,

whoever you are with,

a part of you will forever belong with me now.

And somehow Cara just knows--that even without making a conscious decision about it--that it rings true. If she ever desired it or not, Denna and she share a bond now. One going deeper than anything she shares with her other sisters. It's a special bond of trust, that even time can't sever.

You may read the next part here.

Comments

[musicffyou.livejournal.com]

I'm glad that you made Denna the one to take Cara's v-card because most of the time we read that Rahl's the one to do it and it's not very passionate. Loved this one shot and now I kinda of want to read more Denna/Cara hahaha. Thanks for posting!

[madame-denna.livejournal.com]

*shudders* hm.. I can imagine that Darken would be handling this matter differently.. I haven't read the books so I don't know if there is any indication in them regarding this subject - but I can easily pretend it happened this way ;)
now I kinda of want to read more Denna/Cara haha best thing ever!! ;) Denna and Cara are so good together ;) You should read more!
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