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The interplay of the senses - perception, illusion and reality - Part I/III
Pairing: Denna/HBIC!Kahlan (from 'Torn'), Denna/Berdine, Berdine/Raina
Rating: R (to be safe/Part II NC-17)
Warnings: AU, bit of crack, corpses, fluffy gowns, Mord'Sith banter, violence, blood, devilish sorcery..
Summary: .. good question..
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
A/N: As I began to write this story it should have been sth. entirely different, but along the way it got a mind of it's own.. I have never written a story like this, I never thought I would, but well.. here it is. I can't express how very grateful I am for my awesome beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raug_moss for giving her opinion and helping me to smooth the 'waves', especially because bc I'm annoying sometimes! Thank you :-)
Night was dark and rainy as four horses dashed through the woods at high speed, branches cracking under their weight. A stormy wind blew continuously. They were near Aydindril - Confessors territory. Their kind was hated here.
They passed a carriage unnoticed as it slowly drove along a bumpy, muddy path. Two women in colorful gowns peered out of the opening, their faces distorted in fear. The carriage was surrounded only by a few men to protect the occupants in the event of an attack. They would have been no match for a couple Mord'Sith, not even for one.
A dark-haired Mord'Sith directed an inquiring, almost thrilled gaze at their leader, if to attack or not. The Mord'Sith in charge contemplated the possibility for a moment, but shook her head no, in answer to the unspoken question.
They had a mission to accomplish. Delay was no option, if not utterly necessary.
~ ~ ~
"Mother Confessor, we can't stay here it's not safe!" A frightened servant of the court begged her to reconsider.
"We are near Aydindril and guarded well. Nothing will happen to us. But the storm is increasing, it wouldn't be safe to continue our journey, even if we are this close."
"But Mother Confessor..."
"I made my decision! Take care that the camp is set up quickly", her eyes were icy as she stared him down. He did the only thing he was capable of: He fled quickly, away from her scrutiny.
~ ~ ~
A blonde Mord'Sith held up her hand and the rest of the Mord'Sith squad came to an immediate halt. She had spotted a faint light in the distance. Too small to be a village. She waved her hand and gave silent order for her sisters to dismount from their horses and fan out.
As the group moved closer with caution, they could make out a camp, a couple of tents set, horses bond to a makeshift stable and large number of guards keeping watch.
Despite the fact, that there were more guards than she'd have expected, a small smile tugged at the corner's of the blonde Mord'Sith' mouth. She had detected the seal of Aydindril at the entrance of the largest tent. If this was really the Confessor's escort, the Mother Confessor was presented on a golden plate by a strange quirk of fate.
~ ~ ~
"I will go outside and keep watch, that no harm will come to you, Mistress."
"Do that Fyren, but do it quietly and stay outside," the Confessor replied annoyed. "I want to get some rest. No one is to enter my tent. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress." He bowed his head in submission and excited to keep watch on her doorstep.
The Mother Confessor did not deign to look at him as he left.
~ ~ ~
"There is no doubt," a dark haired Mord'Sith whispered as she rushed to her leaders side, "it's the Mother Confessor's escort."
The blonde's eyes narrowed slightly and menacing smile reached her features. She turned her head and looked directly into her sister's eyes. "Then let us pay her a visit, Berdine." The brunette smiled smugly. "But before we do," she took a breath, "we'll need to take special precautions", the blonde uttered.
"Gather your sisters!"
~ ~ ~
They had not gone far on the almost impassable path when the Mord'Sith caught up. It was only a matter of minutes as the carriage escort and their occupants were send to meet the Keeper.
"Constance, Raina let us get the carriage out of the way, it serves only to arouse suspicion and I won't have anyone sneaking around and thwart our plan."
"What is our plan exactly?", Berdine asked curiously.
A pair of steel blue eyes pierced her. "I guess you'll find out soon enough!" the blonde replied sweetly. "Now strip the women out of their clothes!"
"Owww, no way!" Berdine's eyes widened in disgust as she observed the dead woman lying to their feet. "Their gowns are so... fluffy!"
The blonde Mord'Sith snorted and only rolled her eyes.
"And I don't like to undress woman, you know?", she tried to convince her blonde sister.
"Pah!" she chuckled throatily. "I guess Raina would beg to differ that, Berdine."
Raina only coughed slightly.
"Now do as I say, or I make sure that you won't be able to undress anything in the very near future."
Soon the carriage had disappeared in a ditch next to the path. The corpses had followed carelessly. It seemed as if nothing had ever happened, except for the two colorful, fluffy gowns, that were now spread on the ground. One in a dark shade of green, the other in a light translucent, shimmering gold with an attached hood. The four Mord'Sith stared at the gowns in disgust. One of them even growled slightly.
"Well..." the blonde drawled. "Now it's going to be nasty", she wrinkled her nose. "I'll take the gold one, whom fits the other?" She smiled mischievously at her sisters. Her gaze was met with an expression of sheer incredulous horror. "Ehwww!!" The three Mord'Sith uttered in unison.
"Nah! Don't be shy!" the blonde said dismissively. "Well?"
Three heads turned slowly and gazed in Berdine's direction; she herself still in a haze at such an outrageous suggestion - didn't notice.
"Berdine!" the blonde exclaimed. The brunette's head shot up and glanced around. She could feel a cold shiver run down her back as she saw her sisters starring smugly at her. "What a pleasure, I know I could count on you!" the blonde winked as she continued, "Now, that's clarified, I'll instruct you in our plan of action."
~~~
The Mother Confessor was hovering over some papers at her desk. She had tried to sleep before, but it seemed it wouldn't come that night.
She thought about the last very exhausting days she spend to negotiate peace in the Midlands. Being the highest authority meant to put duty first before everything else, she did not complain - her duty had utmost priority, but the past few days had brought her to her physical and mental limits.
She had send for Fyren to ease some of her tension. But as soon he had arrived she was already nauseated by the first glimpse she got of him. She shifted her focus back to the papers in front of her. But even when she couldn't find sleep or get rid of her tension, she would use the time and fulfill the responsibility she had to her people.
~~~
Berdine stumbled behind the blonde Mord'Sith through the woods; watching the ground closely not to fall down. These shoes she was wearing, were no shoes. They were instruments of torture. She liked torture, but not attached to her feet.
"Umf!" She bumped into something soft and warm. Someone. "Berdine, watch you step!" the blonde snarled and stopped walking. "Forgive me, Mistress! I just need to get used to this... devilish sorcery on my feet", she bowed her head in submission.
"You should - and do it quickly! The camp is just a few paces away and I need you to function with highest efficiency. Do you understand?"
Berdine straightened her back and set her Mord'Sith expression firmly in place. "Yes Mistress!"
"Good girl," the blonde drawled. "But before we go in.. there is only one tiny little thing to do first.." she said , a bit too pleased with herself for Berdine's taste, but the blonde hesitated only for a second, as she reached for Berdine's gown at the rim of her cleavage and pulled.
The sound of tearing fabric was the only thing Berdine heard as her eyes widened and continued to stare into the dancing blue eyes of her sister. She didn't dare to look down.
"Mistress???" her eyebrow's rose to the hairline and her voice reached high pitched tone's the blonde hadn't heard before. Ever. Not even in the dungeons of their temple.
Her brow furrowed as she considered to whip Berdine here and now for her impertinence - for not giving her this pleasure of high-pitched screams earlier. Then she shrugged and decided against it. There would be the time and place to do this right - and agonizing slow.
The blonde grabbed the hem of her own dress and ripped it open almost waist-high. Berdine's jaw dropped slightly as a well-toned muscular leg became even more prominent. Not that the view the light translucent gown offered were less appealing.
A cough brought her back to reality and her eyes up.
"Well, now slap me in the face." the blonde ordered. Berdine pondered, if her Mistress had sustained a heavy blow to her head on their way here and stared at her dumbfounded. Not for the first time since their departure from the temple.
"Now Berdine! We don't have all the time in the world!" She sighed desperately.
Not bearing to hear her Mistress in such distress, she screw up her heart and slapped the blonde suddenly hard across the face; taking her by surprise and sending her, ass first, to the ground.
"Have I done well Mistress?" she asked eagerly.
"Yes, you have, now help me up, I don't want to tear the dress up to my breasts if I try it alone." Berdine hesitated for a long moment, a smugly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, but eventually helped the blonde to stand - unfortunately without any further displays of delicious pale skin.
"Your turn. Hold still!" The blonde landed a blow to Berdine's brow before the brunette could even react. The blood spilled from the nasty gash down her face.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed autocratic, admiring her handiwork a bit longer.
She slowly slid a finger down Berdine's cheek, coating her fingertip with blood in result. Berdine's form stiffened as she watched her Mistress bring that very finger to her mouth, her lips parted slightly and her tongue darted out to lick only before full lips engulfed it fully and sucked it in. The quiet suckling noise were tormenting Berdine as her mouth went dry and other parts flowed with moisture.
Her Mistress smiled wickedly at her. "Let's go!"
~~~
The guards at the camp snapped to attention as desperate screams for help reached their ears. Two whining women stumbled out of the woods as if the Keeper himself was after them. They panted heavily, their gowns were shredded, blood spilled all over them.
One of the women with a hood was so terrified, she cried and pressed her hands tightly to her face; blood welled out between her fingers, her backside was dirty; someone must have pushed her forcefully to the ground.
They came to a halt in the middle of the camp, the hooded woman dropped to her knees and sobbed increasingly. The other woman held tightly to her companion and screamed madly for help. Her chest rising heavily, threatening the last strings of the gown to fall apart - emphasizing the exposed cleavage even more.
Berdine tried fanatically to get her breathing under control and if she was not mistaken she could feel the blonde chuckle madly, but silently into her hands. For anybody else she was just trembling in fear. Not helping at all.
A woman rushed out of a white tent nearby. Her dark wavy hair and her white dress danced in the wind. She was a vision! A goddess! But an evil goddess of course! One of the guards rushed to her side. "Mother Confessor! These women have been attacked!"
Berdine felt that this was her entry. "Oh! Mother Confessor!" she whined and fell to her knees - a Mother Confessor who couldn't see her eyes, couldn't expose her as a Mord'Sith.
"We were on our way to Aydindril as the predators came to slaughter us all! We both could escape, but my sisters were less lucky! They are DEFENSELESS in this tragedy!" Berdine could feel the blonde chuckling and shaking uncontrollably now beside her, but she continued steadily, "Please, Mother Confessor, help them!" she almost shrieked.
The Mother Confessor did not react.
Berdine's brow wrinkled slightly as she followed the Confessor's gaze, that was directed at the moving behind of her Mistress. The blonde obviously had lost her battle against the chuckling and her backside was swinging with it. It was a stunning view. The tear in her gown dangerously close to expose her whole behind. Not that the shimmering nothing the blonde was wearing hid much secrets. Berdine couldn't judge the Confessor for not listening to a whining woman. No, not at all.
"Mother Confessor? Are you alright?" A high ranking guard asked her concerned. Kahlan snapped back to reality and remembered the woman before her. She tried to recall, what the whining woman had said. She did, eventually.
"Fyren! Take some guards and try to find the women, everyone of the murderers who will survive will have to answer to me!"
Berdine suddenly cried loud in pain. "Mother Confessor! They are not dead yet - aren't they?"
The Mother Confessor flinched and cursed herself for the slip of tongue. "Well.." she considered her options. "Ohhhhh!" Berdine cried even louder. She decided, quickly, "No! Of course not, my child... we will find them!" Dead or alive, she didn't speak out loud this time. She couldn't bear the unnerving sound any longer.
"Take your sister and come with me, I will take care of both of you while we're waiting for news to arrive." Berdine gathered her sister and followed the Mother Confessor unguarded in her tent.
Could it really be so simple?
Part II
Rating: R (to be safe/Part II NC-17)
Warnings: AU, bit of crack, corpses, fluffy gowns, Mord'Sith banter, violence, blood, devilish sorcery..
Summary: .. good question..
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
A/N: As I began to write this story it should have been sth. entirely different, but along the way it got a mind of it's own.. I have never written a story like this, I never thought I would, but well.. here it is. I can't express how very grateful I am for my awesome beta
raug_moss for giving her opinion and helping me to smooth the 'waves', especially because bc I'm annoying sometimes! Thank you :-)Night was dark and rainy as four horses dashed through the woods at high speed, branches cracking under their weight. A stormy wind blew continuously. They were near Aydindril - Confessors territory. Their kind was hated here.
They passed a carriage unnoticed as it slowly drove along a bumpy, muddy path. Two women in colorful gowns peered out of the opening, their faces distorted in fear. The carriage was surrounded only by a few men to protect the occupants in the event of an attack. They would have been no match for a couple Mord'Sith, not even for one.
A dark-haired Mord'Sith directed an inquiring, almost thrilled gaze at their leader, if to attack or not. The Mord'Sith in charge contemplated the possibility for a moment, but shook her head no, in answer to the unspoken question.
They had a mission to accomplish. Delay was no option, if not utterly necessary.
~ ~ ~
"Mother Confessor, we can't stay here it's not safe!" A frightened servant of the court begged her to reconsider.
"We are near Aydindril and guarded well. Nothing will happen to us. But the storm is increasing, it wouldn't be safe to continue our journey, even if we are this close."
"But Mother Confessor..."
"I made my decision! Take care that the camp is set up quickly", her eyes were icy as she stared him down. He did the only thing he was capable of: He fled quickly, away from her scrutiny.
~ ~ ~
A blonde Mord'Sith held up her hand and the rest of the Mord'Sith squad came to an immediate halt. She had spotted a faint light in the distance. Too small to be a village. She waved her hand and gave silent order for her sisters to dismount from their horses and fan out.
As the group moved closer with caution, they could make out a camp, a couple of tents set, horses bond to a makeshift stable and large number of guards keeping watch.
Despite the fact, that there were more guards than she'd have expected, a small smile tugged at the corner's of the blonde Mord'Sith' mouth. She had detected the seal of Aydindril at the entrance of the largest tent. If this was really the Confessor's escort, the Mother Confessor was presented on a golden plate by a strange quirk of fate.
~ ~ ~
"I will go outside and keep watch, that no harm will come to you, Mistress."
"Do that Fyren, but do it quietly and stay outside," the Confessor replied annoyed. "I want to get some rest. No one is to enter my tent. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress." He bowed his head in submission and excited to keep watch on her doorstep.
The Mother Confessor did not deign to look at him as he left.
~ ~ ~
"There is no doubt," a dark haired Mord'Sith whispered as she rushed to her leaders side, "it's the Mother Confessor's escort."
The blonde's eyes narrowed slightly and menacing smile reached her features. She turned her head and looked directly into her sister's eyes. "Then let us pay her a visit, Berdine." The brunette smiled smugly. "But before we do," she took a breath, "we'll need to take special precautions", the blonde uttered.
"Gather your sisters!"
~ ~ ~
They had not gone far on the almost impassable path when the Mord'Sith caught up. It was only a matter of minutes as the carriage escort and their occupants were send to meet the Keeper.
"Constance, Raina let us get the carriage out of the way, it serves only to arouse suspicion and I won't have anyone sneaking around and thwart our plan."
"What is our plan exactly?", Berdine asked curiously.
A pair of steel blue eyes pierced her. "I guess you'll find out soon enough!" the blonde replied sweetly. "Now strip the women out of their clothes!"
"Owww, no way!" Berdine's eyes widened in disgust as she observed the dead woman lying to their feet. "Their gowns are so... fluffy!"
The blonde Mord'Sith snorted and only rolled her eyes.
"And I don't like to undress woman, you know?", she tried to convince her blonde sister.
"Pah!" she chuckled throatily. "I guess Raina would beg to differ that, Berdine."
Raina only coughed slightly.
"Now do as I say, or I make sure that you won't be able to undress anything in the very near future."
Soon the carriage had disappeared in a ditch next to the path. The corpses had followed carelessly. It seemed as if nothing had ever happened, except for the two colorful, fluffy gowns, that were now spread on the ground. One in a dark shade of green, the other in a light translucent, shimmering gold with an attached hood. The four Mord'Sith stared at the gowns in disgust. One of them even growled slightly.
"Well..." the blonde drawled. "Now it's going to be nasty", she wrinkled her nose. "I'll take the gold one, whom fits the other?" She smiled mischievously at her sisters. Her gaze was met with an expression of sheer incredulous horror. "Ehwww!!" The three Mord'Sith uttered in unison.
"Nah! Don't be shy!" the blonde said dismissively. "Well?"
Three heads turned slowly and gazed in Berdine's direction; she herself still in a haze at such an outrageous suggestion - didn't notice.
"Berdine!" the blonde exclaimed. The brunette's head shot up and glanced around. She could feel a cold shiver run down her back as she saw her sisters starring smugly at her. "What a pleasure, I know I could count on you!" the blonde winked as she continued, "Now, that's clarified, I'll instruct you in our plan of action."
~~~
The Mother Confessor was hovering over some papers at her desk. She had tried to sleep before, but it seemed it wouldn't come that night.
She thought about the last very exhausting days she spend to negotiate peace in the Midlands. Being the highest authority meant to put duty first before everything else, she did not complain - her duty had utmost priority, but the past few days had brought her to her physical and mental limits.
She had send for Fyren to ease some of her tension. But as soon he had arrived she was already nauseated by the first glimpse she got of him. She shifted her focus back to the papers in front of her. But even when she couldn't find sleep or get rid of her tension, she would use the time and fulfill the responsibility she had to her people.
~~~
Berdine stumbled behind the blonde Mord'Sith through the woods; watching the ground closely not to fall down. These shoes she was wearing, were no shoes. They were instruments of torture. She liked torture, but not attached to her feet.
"Umf!" She bumped into something soft and warm. Someone. "Berdine, watch you step!" the blonde snarled and stopped walking. "Forgive me, Mistress! I just need to get used to this... devilish sorcery on my feet", she bowed her head in submission.
"You should - and do it quickly! The camp is just a few paces away and I need you to function with highest efficiency. Do you understand?"
Berdine straightened her back and set her Mord'Sith expression firmly in place. "Yes Mistress!"
"Good girl," the blonde drawled. "But before we go in.. there is only one tiny little thing to do first.." she said , a bit too pleased with herself for Berdine's taste, but the blonde hesitated only for a second, as she reached for Berdine's gown at the rim of her cleavage and pulled.
The sound of tearing fabric was the only thing Berdine heard as her eyes widened and continued to stare into the dancing blue eyes of her sister. She didn't dare to look down.
"Mistress???" her eyebrow's rose to the hairline and her voice reached high pitched tone's the blonde hadn't heard before. Ever. Not even in the dungeons of their temple.
Her brow furrowed as she considered to whip Berdine here and now for her impertinence - for not giving her this pleasure of high-pitched screams earlier. Then she shrugged and decided against it. There would be the time and place to do this right - and agonizing slow.
The blonde grabbed the hem of her own dress and ripped it open almost waist-high. Berdine's jaw dropped slightly as a well-toned muscular leg became even more prominent. Not that the view the light translucent gown offered were less appealing.
A cough brought her back to reality and her eyes up.
"Well, now slap me in the face." the blonde ordered. Berdine pondered, if her Mistress had sustained a heavy blow to her head on their way here and stared at her dumbfounded. Not for the first time since their departure from the temple.
"Now Berdine! We don't have all the time in the world!" She sighed desperately.
Not bearing to hear her Mistress in such distress, she screw up her heart and slapped the blonde suddenly hard across the face; taking her by surprise and sending her, ass first, to the ground.
"Have I done well Mistress?" she asked eagerly.
"Yes, you have, now help me up, I don't want to tear the dress up to my breasts if I try it alone." Berdine hesitated for a long moment, a smugly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, but eventually helped the blonde to stand - unfortunately without any further displays of delicious pale skin.
"Your turn. Hold still!" The blonde landed a blow to Berdine's brow before the brunette could even react. The blood spilled from the nasty gash down her face.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed autocratic, admiring her handiwork a bit longer.
She slowly slid a finger down Berdine's cheek, coating her fingertip with blood in result. Berdine's form stiffened as she watched her Mistress bring that very finger to her mouth, her lips parted slightly and her tongue darted out to lick only before full lips engulfed it fully and sucked it in. The quiet suckling noise were tormenting Berdine as her mouth went dry and other parts flowed with moisture.
Her Mistress smiled wickedly at her. "Let's go!"
~~~
The guards at the camp snapped to attention as desperate screams for help reached their ears. Two whining women stumbled out of the woods as if the Keeper himself was after them. They panted heavily, their gowns were shredded, blood spilled all over them.
One of the women with a hood was so terrified, she cried and pressed her hands tightly to her face; blood welled out between her fingers, her backside was dirty; someone must have pushed her forcefully to the ground.
They came to a halt in the middle of the camp, the hooded woman dropped to her knees and sobbed increasingly. The other woman held tightly to her companion and screamed madly for help. Her chest rising heavily, threatening the last strings of the gown to fall apart - emphasizing the exposed cleavage even more.
Berdine tried fanatically to get her breathing under control and if she was not mistaken she could feel the blonde chuckle madly, but silently into her hands. For anybody else she was just trembling in fear. Not helping at all.
A woman rushed out of a white tent nearby. Her dark wavy hair and her white dress danced in the wind. She was a vision! A goddess! But an evil goddess of course! One of the guards rushed to her side. "Mother Confessor! These women have been attacked!"
Berdine felt that this was her entry. "Oh! Mother Confessor!" she whined and fell to her knees - a Mother Confessor who couldn't see her eyes, couldn't expose her as a Mord'Sith.
"We were on our way to Aydindril as the predators came to slaughter us all! We both could escape, but my sisters were less lucky! They are DEFENSELESS in this tragedy!" Berdine could feel the blonde chuckling and shaking uncontrollably now beside her, but she continued steadily, "Please, Mother Confessor, help them!" she almost shrieked.
The Mother Confessor did not react.
Berdine's brow wrinkled slightly as she followed the Confessor's gaze, that was directed at the moving behind of her Mistress. The blonde obviously had lost her battle against the chuckling and her backside was swinging with it. It was a stunning view. The tear in her gown dangerously close to expose her whole behind. Not that the shimmering nothing the blonde was wearing hid much secrets. Berdine couldn't judge the Confessor for not listening to a whining woman. No, not at all.
"Mother Confessor? Are you alright?" A high ranking guard asked her concerned. Kahlan snapped back to reality and remembered the woman before her. She tried to recall, what the whining woman had said. She did, eventually.
"Fyren! Take some guards and try to find the women, everyone of the murderers who will survive will have to answer to me!"
Berdine suddenly cried loud in pain. "Mother Confessor! They are not dead yet - aren't they?"
The Mother Confessor flinched and cursed herself for the slip of tongue. "Well.." she considered her options. "Ohhhhh!" Berdine cried even louder. She decided, quickly, "No! Of course not, my child... we will find them!" Dead or alive, she didn't speak out loud this time. She couldn't bear the unnerving sound any longer.
"Take your sister and come with me, I will take care of both of you while we're waiting for news to arrive." Berdine gathered her sister and followed the Mother Confessor unguarded in her tent.
Could it really be so simple?
Part II
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I like to think that they all are totally disgusted by the idea - at least in front of others.. we will see ;-)
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