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madame_dennaPairing: Denna/MC!Kahlan, Denna/Berdine, Berdine/Raina
Rating: (Part I R / Part II NC-17 / Part III NC-17)
Words: ~3200
Warnings: AU, bit of crack, corpses, fluffy gowns, Mord'Sith banter, violence, blood, exposing dresses
Summary: Well.. Denna is wearing a translucent gown.. that must be enough
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. So I would be extremely grateful, if you let me know what you think about it! :-)
A/N'²: 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 I'm annoying sometimes! Thank you :-) Also I won't miss the chance to thank neutralhealer for introducing Berdine and Raina in her stories to me.
Inside the Mother Confessor's tent, the light elegant interiors, a combination of fine fabrics and carefully chosen accessories, created a warm and inviting atmosphere. If one were the cozy Confessor type. Apparently the two Mord'Sith entering were not. The blonde clung tightly to Berdine's side, hiding her face in the expanse of her neck.
Kahlan searched for something both women could clean up with. As she found it, she handed a wet cloth to the dark-haired Mord'Sith. Berdine extracted herself slightly from the blonde, who still had her hood right in place. At first she began to clean carefully the face of her Mistress. The formerly white cloth changed it's color to red.
The Confessor regarded the blonde curiously. She seemed so shocked and totally terrified by the situation. Her body language gave away that much, even when her face still remained a mystery to Kahlan.
For the time being Kahlan was satisfied with what the blonde had actually shown. Her gaze lingered on the feminine and form-fitting dress the woman wore. It was downright indecent, however, a pleasant view.
Kahlan shot a last yearning glance at the blonde's backside, but eventually withdrew to give them some space. She took seat in a comfortable looking armchair, which was aligned in an arrangement of three, surrounding a small table in the middle.
"Is your sister alright?" she addressed the dark-haired Mord'Sith. "She seems to be the quiet type, huh?"
Berdine chuckled.
"Uh, not quite actually." Her gaze locked with the blonde's, who was smiling brightly at her. A dangerous spark in her eyes that Berdine had seen many times before. She knew what was going to happen next.
The blonde shifted, raised her hands and took her hood down. She and Berdine were standing sidewards to the Confessor; so Kahlan still couldn't see her face. A wild mane of long wavy blonde hair was now exposed. Kahlan enjoyed the view, but the odd familiarity of the sight was making her uneasy. She couldn't explain it.
She didn't have to.
The blonde turned towards Kahlan, wearing a very pleased expression on her face.
"Denna!?" the Mother Confessor gasped.
"Kahlan," the blonde purred, "long time no see."
Kahlan shifted in surprise, but pulled herself quickly together.
"True." She eyed the blonde's body unrestrained. "But instead even more of you." She silently wondered, if the Denna realized, how exposing her gown actually was.
"My face is up here!" Denna snapped and Kahlan's head shot up to attention.
Denna felt slightly irritated. The same had happened as she changed her clothes and her sisters had stared as if she'd fallen naked from the sky. She still could hear the shouts, chants, and echoes in her ears as her leathers came down..
But this was the Mother Confessor, it had to be some sort of trick. Nevertheless, she felt strangely intrigued by the idea that Kahlan found her physically appealing in her current attire. As a Mord'Sith, she tried to suppress the feeling instantly.
"I suppose you know, what to expect now?" she asked.
"Not quite!" Kahlan studied her critically. "Will you stab me to death with your heels?". She tried to look intimidated, but a smug smile was threatening to break through.
"Well, nothing shall be told beforehand, but you will be enchanted, Kahlan! You surely still remember how hospitable we Mord'Sith really are," she drawled in a husky voice only she could manage, but smiled back just as smugly.
"Then I might get my very own dungeon cell, right?" Kahlan almost sounded excited.
"I can't guarantee that, dear.. As you know - we both, how shall I put it...", she took a breath and seemed to consider her words choice, "didn't get along very well the past. Best proof should be that you tried to kill me!? More than once."
"Is this why you are here? Vengeance?" Kahlan narrowed her eyes and leaned forwards in her chair. "I would have thought better of you, Denna." With every passing second, the humor in her voice was increasingly replaced by sarcasm. "I never would have believed you to be such an unforgiving person." she leaned back.
Denna had no time to answer.
"Mother Confessor?" A guard's voice from outside interrupted.
In a matter of seconds the two Mord'Sith had both pulled out her Agiel's and were standing ready to fight. Kahlan could hear the faint whining sound the weapons were emitting. She was astonished. Where the Keeper had Denna hidden her Agiel's? She didn't want to speculate. Not yet.
As the guard entered the Mother Confessor's tent, blade drawn, Berdine leaped forward and stabbed him with her Agiel on his throat, even before he could register the threat. Kahlan rose from her chair, but was held in place by one of Denna Agiel's, ordering her to sit down again. The guard let out gurgling sounds, grabbed Berdine's dress on her shoulder, but lastly passed out.
*Riiippp* Berdine froze as the fluffy gown fell to the ground and pooled at her feet - leaving her bare. Denna and Kahlan turned instinctively at the sound. Lips pursed simultaneously as the two savored the offered view.
Berdine blushed slightly under the observation, but straightened her back unconsciously, presented her breasts in best light.
"Berdine," her Mistress breathed, "I know about your desire to get rid of your clothes at every opportunity, but don't you think NOW is not the right time for that?"
Her blush deepened. "You're right, Mistress! I'm sorry!" she bend down - still being watched closely - pulled her dress back up and tried to bind the torn strings together.
Denna moved in the direction of the tents entry, closer to Berdine. "But you may come later to my chambers", she whispered as she passed by, "I have a feeling the right time might be then," and winked knowingly.
~~~
Meanwhile, Raina and Constance had returned to the place where they had raided the carriage earlier. After observing Denna and Berdine secretly, as they carried out their plan, the only thing they had to do was wait.
Wait for the rescuer of the defenseless women to come. They would get the shock of their life's as soon as the got here. A better chance - to find out how defenseless the Mord'Sith really were - they wouldn't get. Any chance - ever again - at all.
~~~
"Berdine hold our lovely Confessor down in her seat. If she tries to move, stab her with your Agiel until she stops trying." Berdine had not the slightest idea what Denna could have in mind, however, she did as she was ordered and took position behind the Confessor's chair.
Kahlan could hear the whining sound of the Agiel close to her ear, but as she saw Denna moving closer and kneeling down in front of her, she assessed it to be her slightest problem.
She was right.
Her heart began to hammer suddenly very hard in her chest, as she felt Denna's fingertips brush over her bare skin, starting their journey at her ankle, trailing up her legs in a feather-light touch up to the knees. Her nails dug deep in the velvety fabric of the chair's armrest, to keep herself from reacting. As she shifted, a painful touch on her neck reminded her of the nearby Agiel. She groaned slightly. She couldn't say whether it came from the pleasure of Denna's touch, the pain the Agiel caused, maybe both.
The sight was delicious. The closer Denna's fingers trailed up Kahlan's legs, the more she had to lean forward. Due to her sitting position she was entertaining Kahlan as well as Berdine with a breathtaking view down her cleavage. Soon the whining sound of the Agiel had been replaced by the loud pounding of blood in Kahlan's ears. As Denna's fingers brushed the inside of her thighs, she bid down hard on her lower lip, to keep the moan from escaping her lips.
In a sudden movement Denna ripped a piece of cloth out from Kahlan's under-dress, stood, then straddled her lap. Faster as Kahlan could blink, the Mord'Sith had gagged her with a strap of her own dress.
Before Denna withdrew herself, she brushed with the tip of her nose over the sensitive skin on Kahlan's neck and whispered in her ear. "I can't get rid of the feeling, that you thought I was going to do something else." She starred in Kahlan's blue eyes as her tongue nudged her lower lip. Kahlan's eyes widened visibly.
As soon Denna had regained her footing, Berdine pulled her aside. "You could simple have torn the sheets over there, Mistress." Berdine pointed to the Confessors makeshift bed. Denna followed her gaze and let it linger there for a moment, then glanced back to the brunette. "Yes, I know." She smiled smugly. "But it would have been much less fun to do so."
She turned and went back to Kahlan, bend down and extracted one of Kahlan's daggers. She sliced the backside of the tent, wide enough so they could go through.
"Here we go."
~~~
The moon still shone brightly on their way back to meet up with Raina and Constance. The storm also had lain down eventually. As the threesome crossed the forest they followed in line. Berdine ahead, Kahlan in the middle and Denna as the last.
Kahlan considered her options. Her gag had been removed like Denna had promised. She had to try to escape now. Later it would be much more difficult to escape from a lot more Mord'Sith which would be watching her every step. The Mother Confessor just waited for the right opportunity to come. After she had rounded a large tree, Denna was a few steps behind her, she ran around it again and started running as fast as she could in the other direction back to the camp. For some reason, though, despite the fact that the thought of screaming like a damsel in distress flustered her immensely, she did it, carried by the hope that one of the guards might hear her.
A hard and painful grip in her hair ended her escape attempt unfortunately sooner than she would have liked. She turned around in a flying motion, her hand shot out, aiming at Denna's neck as target. The Mord'Sith reacted fast and dodged Kahlan's death-grip away with her Agiel.
"Oh! You did it again!!" the blonde stated incredulously, panting slightly due to the quick pursuit she had to manage.
Kahlan in the same physical condition regarded her with just the same disbelieving expression. "You honestly didn't believe I wouldn't try to kill you again, when you capture and try to abduct me?"
Denna rolled her eyes. "Of course not! But I thought you might be wiser, now that you know that you'd fail. But obviously I was wrong." She laughed and shook her head slightly. "Berdine, bind her hands on her back together and connect it to your wrist. I won't have her running around again."
"Hold on!" Berdine was terrified. "I won't have this confessing-randy-MOTHER-Confessor bound to my wrist!"
Kahlan chuckled. Denna starred disbelievingly at her. "You may come to the dungeons instead to my chambers later!" she spat. "Now rip some strings from your gown. We need to keep going."
A few moments later, Berdine's gown wasn't as fluffy as it was before and the Mother Confessor's hands were tied behind her back. Denna had incredible joy putting them on as she stood closely behind Kahlan and tightened them painfully. "Already done," she whispered in Kahlan's ear as she leaned in closer, pressing herself slightly to the Confessor's backside and was pleased with the shudder she received in response.
They resumed the walk in their former formation, only that Kahlan was now attached by a cord to Denna instead of Berdine, but long enough that both of them had space to move. Kahlan was displeased. She wouldn't make it so easy for them. The only thing she could do was to slow them down, until the guards would notice her abduction and search for her. She grabbed the cord and pulled suddenly. Denna almost lost her footing, but regained her balance in the last second.
She approached Kahlan, a faintly whining Agiel drawn. Kahlan could see that the platinum blonde was not amused. She took a step backwards stumbled over a branch and fell backwards, pulling Denna, due to the fact that they were still bound together, down along with her. Denna let out a muffled sound as she was dragged downwards, she tried but couldn't avoid to land on top of Kahlan. Her thigh touched places between the Mother Confessor's legs, no Mord'Sith should. Ever.
As she heard a silent moan escape Kahlan's lips she looked up and starred directly into her eyes. She could see them darken. Denna froze. Oh creator no! Her eyes widened in shock. She couldn't have! Could she? Not from such a faint contact, right? Well, it was the Mother Confessor, her sex life had to be extremely depressing.. The Mord'Sith jerked away at once. "Don't you dare confess me.." she growled and tried to stand. Kahlan pretended to look innocent.
"Mistress!"
Berdine rushed back closer to them, at first she hadn't noticed Kahlan and Denna fall behind, but as she turned she could see her Mistress laying on top of the Mother Confessor, doing..well, whatever it was, no Mord'Sith should do it with a Confessor!
"Everyone knows about your desire to bed the most beautiful women at every opportunity, but don't you think NOW is not the right time for that?" Berdine mocked her.
Denna glared dangerously in Berdine's direction. Everyone could feel the the atmosphere cool down a few degrees.
~~~
The scene that opened up before them, as they reached the place where they had parted earlier, was impressing. Several guards lay spread around the path. Among them was also the High Lord Regent, Prince Fyren. Kahlan should have felt compassion as she caught the sight of him, but she didn't. He had committed so many crimes as he had taken over Aydindril. If she hadn't confessed him, he would have hung to death anyway. Raina and Constance were leaning casually against their horses and appeared to be bored, as if nothing had happened there at all.
"Well done, sisters!" Denna exclaimed as they caught up with the two Mord'Sith, a pleased smile spread across her features. "Berdine and I were equally successful. And the Mother Confessor here" she pulled Kahlan closer on the cord, "was more than eager to join us."
Berdine caught Raina's heated gaze lingering on her form, the torn dress not hiding very much skin anymore. She couldn't wait to get back to the temple and to let the dark-haired Mord'Sith free her from the last remaining strings.
Denna pushed Kahlan in the direction of her horse. "Get up!"
"And how shall I manage, with my hands tied?" the Confessor asked disbelievingly.
"You'll manage. I have faith in you Kahlan!" Denna sneered and stabbed her slightly with her Agiel, so she would move faster.
The rest of the Mord'Sith mounted their horses as well, the blonde now sharing a horse with Kahlan, sitting behind her. They spurred their horses and started in the direction of the temple.
During the ride Raina, Berdine and Constance had taken formation slightly ahead of Denna and Kahlan, to have a better overview of potential threats.
Denna inched closer to Kahlan to stabilize her balance on the horseback; she had absolutely no desire to fall down in a gallop, especially in the dress she was still wearing. It would probably provide no protection to her skin like her leather would.
Soon she had to discover that the dress also lacked protection at other - more sensitive - areas on her body. Due to the position she sat on the horse, her legs spread, tightly behind Kahlan, her gown torn - that of course rode up when she had mounted the horse, brought her sensitive areas very close to Kahlan's hands, which were still bound tightly behind her back. With every motion the horse made, Kahlan's fingers brushed slightly over her clit. The blonde tried to fight down the moan that was escaping her lips at a rather firm contact, but Kahlan heard the faint sound, well aware of what her fingers were doing.
"What did you say?" she asked smugly.
Denna's voice was husky and not much above a whisper. "Stop it..". She moaned again.
"And how shall I manage, with my hands tied?" she mocked.
"As I said Kahlan", Denna was slightly panting by now, the continuous stroking wasn't helping her capability to speak at all, "you will manage, or shall I convince you with my Agiel again?"
Kahlan turned her head and locked eyes with the blonde. "You can try." With that she pushed backwards and brushed her fingers firmly over the Mord'Sith now very wet folds. The blonde shivered, her moan louder now.
"But for me it seems", Kahlan continued as she circled her fingers over her clit, "as if you actually didn't want me to stop."
Denna held the reins in a firm grip, her hands resting at the apex of Kahlan's thighs. Even if she would have wanted to, she never would have reached her Agiel's and by the way Kahlan acted, she knew as well.
"Confessor, stop it!", the blonde warned.
Kahlan leaned back, so Denna's head was now resting on her shoulder, she turned her head again, let her tongue flick over the blonde's full lips. "Make me." Denna's breath hitched. As she felt two fingers thrusting inside, her battle was lost. The blonde growled and leaned instinctively more into the touch.
~~~
"Constance, undo her bindings, she won't escape now."
The Mord'Sith did as her Mistress had commanded. She worked Kahlan's hands free and retreated afterwards as quick as possible. The Mother Confessor testily moved her hands after such a long time unable to move them, it was a strange feeling. As she felt Denna's gaze resting on her, she looked up and locked eyes with the blonde. She slowly brought a finger to her lips and took it inside her mouth. Her eyes closed as she savored the taste that still lingered there. As she opened them again she pulled her finger out with a plopping sound. Denna was wet again - and Kahlan knew it by the look on her face.
"Constance, tend to the horses." Denna snarled. Her sister gave her a brief nod and busied herself with the assigned task.
"Raina, see to it that Berdine gets out of this 'dress'", she smiled knowingly at both of them. She couldn't fail to notice the way Raina had eyed Berdine since she had put on that gown, further more so, since it had become actually more shreds than something one would describe as clothing.
"Yes, with pleasure, Mistress." Raina replied with a sparkle in her eyes that set Berdine on fire.
"I will personally take care of the Mother Confessor..” With that she shoved Kahlan roughly inside the temple.
Kahlan should have known better, than to tease a Mord'Sith in this way ..
Part III
Rating: (Part I R / Part II NC-17 / Part III NC-17)
Words: ~3200
Warnings: AU, bit of crack, corpses, fluffy gowns, Mord'Sith banter, violence, blood, exposing dresses
Summary: Well.. Denna is wearing a translucent gown.. that must be enough
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. So I would be extremely grateful, if you let me know what you think about it! :-)
A/N'²: 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 I'm annoying sometimes! Thank you :-) Also I won't miss the chance to thank neutralhealer for introducing Berdine and Raina in her stories to me.Inside the Mother Confessor's tent, the light elegant interiors, a combination of fine fabrics and carefully chosen accessories, created a warm and inviting atmosphere. If one were the cozy Confessor type. Apparently the two Mord'Sith entering were not. The blonde clung tightly to Berdine's side, hiding her face in the expanse of her neck.
Kahlan searched for something both women could clean up with. As she found it, she handed a wet cloth to the dark-haired Mord'Sith. Berdine extracted herself slightly from the blonde, who still had her hood right in place. At first she began to clean carefully the face of her Mistress. The formerly white cloth changed it's color to red.
The Confessor regarded the blonde curiously. She seemed so shocked and totally terrified by the situation. Her body language gave away that much, even when her face still remained a mystery to Kahlan.
For the time being Kahlan was satisfied with what the blonde had actually shown. Her gaze lingered on the feminine and form-fitting dress the woman wore. It was downright indecent, however, a pleasant view.
Kahlan shot a last yearning glance at the blonde's backside, but eventually withdrew to give them some space. She took seat in a comfortable looking armchair, which was aligned in an arrangement of three, surrounding a small table in the middle.
"Is your sister alright?" she addressed the dark-haired Mord'Sith. "She seems to be the quiet type, huh?"
Berdine chuckled.
"Uh, not quite actually." Her gaze locked with the blonde's, who was smiling brightly at her. A dangerous spark in her eyes that Berdine had seen many times before. She knew what was going to happen next.
The blonde shifted, raised her hands and took her hood down. She and Berdine were standing sidewards to the Confessor; so Kahlan still couldn't see her face. A wild mane of long wavy blonde hair was now exposed. Kahlan enjoyed the view, but the odd familiarity of the sight was making her uneasy. She couldn't explain it.
She didn't have to.
The blonde turned towards Kahlan, wearing a very pleased expression on her face.
"Denna!?" the Mother Confessor gasped.
"Kahlan," the blonde purred, "long time no see."
Kahlan shifted in surprise, but pulled herself quickly together.
"True." She eyed the blonde's body unrestrained. "But instead even more of you." She silently wondered, if the Denna realized, how exposing her gown actually was.
"My face is up here!" Denna snapped and Kahlan's head shot up to attention.
Denna felt slightly irritated. The same had happened as she changed her clothes and her sisters had stared as if she'd fallen naked from the sky. She still could hear the shouts, chants, and echoes in her ears as her leathers came down..
But this was the Mother Confessor, it had to be some sort of trick. Nevertheless, she felt strangely intrigued by the idea that Kahlan found her physically appealing in her current attire. As a Mord'Sith, she tried to suppress the feeling instantly.
"I suppose you know, what to expect now?" she asked.
"Not quite!" Kahlan studied her critically. "Will you stab me to death with your heels?". She tried to look intimidated, but a smug smile was threatening to break through.
"Well, nothing shall be told beforehand, but you will be enchanted, Kahlan! You surely still remember how hospitable we Mord'Sith really are," she drawled in a husky voice only she could manage, but smiled back just as smugly.
"Then I might get my very own dungeon cell, right?" Kahlan almost sounded excited.
"I can't guarantee that, dear.. As you know - we both, how shall I put it...", she took a breath and seemed to consider her words choice, "didn't get along very well the past. Best proof should be that you tried to kill me!? More than once."
"Is this why you are here? Vengeance?" Kahlan narrowed her eyes and leaned forwards in her chair. "I would have thought better of you, Denna." With every passing second, the humor in her voice was increasingly replaced by sarcasm. "I never would have believed you to be such an unforgiving person." she leaned back.
Denna had no time to answer.
"Mother Confessor?" A guard's voice from outside interrupted.
In a matter of seconds the two Mord'Sith had both pulled out her Agiel's and were standing ready to fight. Kahlan could hear the faint whining sound the weapons were emitting. She was astonished. Where the Keeper had Denna hidden her Agiel's? She didn't want to speculate. Not yet.
As the guard entered the Mother Confessor's tent, blade drawn, Berdine leaped forward and stabbed him with her Agiel on his throat, even before he could register the threat. Kahlan rose from her chair, but was held in place by one of Denna Agiel's, ordering her to sit down again. The guard let out gurgling sounds, grabbed Berdine's dress on her shoulder, but lastly passed out.
*Riiippp* Berdine froze as the fluffy gown fell to the ground and pooled at her feet - leaving her bare. Denna and Kahlan turned instinctively at the sound. Lips pursed simultaneously as the two savored the offered view.
Berdine blushed slightly under the observation, but straightened her back unconsciously, presented her breasts in best light.
"Berdine," her Mistress breathed, "I know about your desire to get rid of your clothes at every opportunity, but don't you think NOW is not the right time for that?"
Her blush deepened. "You're right, Mistress! I'm sorry!" she bend down - still being watched closely - pulled her dress back up and tried to bind the torn strings together.
Denna moved in the direction of the tents entry, closer to Berdine. "But you may come later to my chambers", she whispered as she passed by, "I have a feeling the right time might be then," and winked knowingly.
~~~
Meanwhile, Raina and Constance had returned to the place where they had raided the carriage earlier. After observing Denna and Berdine secretly, as they carried out their plan, the only thing they had to do was wait.
Wait for the rescuer of the defenseless women to come. They would get the shock of their life's as soon as the got here. A better chance - to find out how defenseless the Mord'Sith really were - they wouldn't get. Any chance - ever again - at all.
~~~
"Berdine hold our lovely Confessor down in her seat. If she tries to move, stab her with your Agiel until she stops trying." Berdine had not the slightest idea what Denna could have in mind, however, she did as she was ordered and took position behind the Confessor's chair.
Kahlan could hear the whining sound of the Agiel close to her ear, but as she saw Denna moving closer and kneeling down in front of her, she assessed it to be her slightest problem.
She was right.
Her heart began to hammer suddenly very hard in her chest, as she felt Denna's fingertips brush over her bare skin, starting their journey at her ankle, trailing up her legs in a feather-light touch up to the knees. Her nails dug deep in the velvety fabric of the chair's armrest, to keep herself from reacting. As she shifted, a painful touch on her neck reminded her of the nearby Agiel. She groaned slightly. She couldn't say whether it came from the pleasure of Denna's touch, the pain the Agiel caused, maybe both.
The sight was delicious. The closer Denna's fingers trailed up Kahlan's legs, the more she had to lean forward. Due to her sitting position she was entertaining Kahlan as well as Berdine with a breathtaking view down her cleavage. Soon the whining sound of the Agiel had been replaced by the loud pounding of blood in Kahlan's ears. As Denna's fingers brushed the inside of her thighs, she bid down hard on her lower lip, to keep the moan from escaping her lips.
In a sudden movement Denna ripped a piece of cloth out from Kahlan's under-dress, stood, then straddled her lap. Faster as Kahlan could blink, the Mord'Sith had gagged her with a strap of her own dress.
Before Denna withdrew herself, she brushed with the tip of her nose over the sensitive skin on Kahlan's neck and whispered in her ear. "I can't get rid of the feeling, that you thought I was going to do something else." She starred in Kahlan's blue eyes as her tongue nudged her lower lip. Kahlan's eyes widened visibly.
As soon Denna had regained her footing, Berdine pulled her aside. "You could simple have torn the sheets over there, Mistress." Berdine pointed to the Confessors makeshift bed. Denna followed her gaze and let it linger there for a moment, then glanced back to the brunette. "Yes, I know." She smiled smugly. "But it would have been much less fun to do so."
She turned and went back to Kahlan, bend down and extracted one of Kahlan's daggers. She sliced the backside of the tent, wide enough so they could go through.
"Here we go."
~~~
The moon still shone brightly on their way back to meet up with Raina and Constance. The storm also had lain down eventually. As the threesome crossed the forest they followed in line. Berdine ahead, Kahlan in the middle and Denna as the last.
Kahlan considered her options. Her gag had been removed like Denna had promised. She had to try to escape now. Later it would be much more difficult to escape from a lot more Mord'Sith which would be watching her every step. The Mother Confessor just waited for the right opportunity to come. After she had rounded a large tree, Denna was a few steps behind her, she ran around it again and started running as fast as she could in the other direction back to the camp. For some reason, though, despite the fact that the thought of screaming like a damsel in distress flustered her immensely, she did it, carried by the hope that one of the guards might hear her.
A hard and painful grip in her hair ended her escape attempt unfortunately sooner than she would have liked. She turned around in a flying motion, her hand shot out, aiming at Denna's neck as target. The Mord'Sith reacted fast and dodged Kahlan's death-grip away with her Agiel.
"Oh! You did it again!!" the blonde stated incredulously, panting slightly due to the quick pursuit she had to manage.
Kahlan in the same physical condition regarded her with just the same disbelieving expression. "You honestly didn't believe I wouldn't try to kill you again, when you capture and try to abduct me?"
Denna rolled her eyes. "Of course not! But I thought you might be wiser, now that you know that you'd fail. But obviously I was wrong." She laughed and shook her head slightly. "Berdine, bind her hands on her back together and connect it to your wrist. I won't have her running around again."
"Hold on!" Berdine was terrified. "I won't have this confessing-randy-MOTHER-Confessor bound to my wrist!"
Kahlan chuckled. Denna starred disbelievingly at her. "You may come to the dungeons instead to my chambers later!" she spat. "Now rip some strings from your gown. We need to keep going."
A few moments later, Berdine's gown wasn't as fluffy as it was before and the Mother Confessor's hands were tied behind her back. Denna had incredible joy putting them on as she stood closely behind Kahlan and tightened them painfully. "Already done," she whispered in Kahlan's ear as she leaned in closer, pressing herself slightly to the Confessor's backside and was pleased with the shudder she received in response.
They resumed the walk in their former formation, only that Kahlan was now attached by a cord to Denna instead of Berdine, but long enough that both of them had space to move. Kahlan was displeased. She wouldn't make it so easy for them. The only thing she could do was to slow them down, until the guards would notice her abduction and search for her. She grabbed the cord and pulled suddenly. Denna almost lost her footing, but regained her balance in the last second.
She approached Kahlan, a faintly whining Agiel drawn. Kahlan could see that the platinum blonde was not amused. She took a step backwards stumbled over a branch and fell backwards, pulling Denna, due to the fact that they were still bound together, down along with her. Denna let out a muffled sound as she was dragged downwards, she tried but couldn't avoid to land on top of Kahlan. Her thigh touched places between the Mother Confessor's legs, no Mord'Sith should. Ever.
As she heard a silent moan escape Kahlan's lips she looked up and starred directly into her eyes. She could see them darken. Denna froze. Oh creator no! Her eyes widened in shock. She couldn't have! Could she? Not from such a faint contact, right? Well, it was the Mother Confessor, her sex life had to be extremely depressing.. The Mord'Sith jerked away at once. "Don't you dare confess me.." she growled and tried to stand. Kahlan pretended to look innocent.
"Mistress!"
Berdine rushed back closer to them, at first she hadn't noticed Kahlan and Denna fall behind, but as she turned she could see her Mistress laying on top of the Mother Confessor, doing..well, whatever it was, no Mord'Sith should do it with a Confessor!
"Everyone knows about your desire to bed the most beautiful women at every opportunity, but don't you think NOW is not the right time for that?" Berdine mocked her.
Denna glared dangerously in Berdine's direction. Everyone could feel the the atmosphere cool down a few degrees.
~~~
The scene that opened up before them, as they reached the place where they had parted earlier, was impressing. Several guards lay spread around the path. Among them was also the High Lord Regent, Prince Fyren. Kahlan should have felt compassion as she caught the sight of him, but she didn't. He had committed so many crimes as he had taken over Aydindril. If she hadn't confessed him, he would have hung to death anyway. Raina and Constance were leaning casually against their horses and appeared to be bored, as if nothing had happened there at all.
"Well done, sisters!" Denna exclaimed as they caught up with the two Mord'Sith, a pleased smile spread across her features. "Berdine and I were equally successful. And the Mother Confessor here" she pulled Kahlan closer on the cord, "was more than eager to join us."
Berdine caught Raina's heated gaze lingering on her form, the torn dress not hiding very much skin anymore. She couldn't wait to get back to the temple and to let the dark-haired Mord'Sith free her from the last remaining strings.
Denna pushed Kahlan in the direction of her horse. "Get up!"
"And how shall I manage, with my hands tied?" the Confessor asked disbelievingly.
"You'll manage. I have faith in you Kahlan!" Denna sneered and stabbed her slightly with her Agiel, so she would move faster.
The rest of the Mord'Sith mounted their horses as well, the blonde now sharing a horse with Kahlan, sitting behind her. They spurred their horses and started in the direction of the temple.
During the ride Raina, Berdine and Constance had taken formation slightly ahead of Denna and Kahlan, to have a better overview of potential threats.
Denna inched closer to Kahlan to stabilize her balance on the horseback; she had absolutely no desire to fall down in a gallop, especially in the dress she was still wearing. It would probably provide no protection to her skin like her leather would.
Soon she had to discover that the dress also lacked protection at other - more sensitive - areas on her body. Due to the position she sat on the horse, her legs spread, tightly behind Kahlan, her gown torn - that of course rode up when she had mounted the horse, brought her sensitive areas very close to Kahlan's hands, which were still bound tightly behind her back. With every motion the horse made, Kahlan's fingers brushed slightly over her clit. The blonde tried to fight down the moan that was escaping her lips at a rather firm contact, but Kahlan heard the faint sound, well aware of what her fingers were doing.
"What did you say?" she asked smugly.
Denna's voice was husky and not much above a whisper. "Stop it..". She moaned again.
"And how shall I manage, with my hands tied?" she mocked.
"As I said Kahlan", Denna was slightly panting by now, the continuous stroking wasn't helping her capability to speak at all, "you will manage, or shall I convince you with my Agiel again?"
Kahlan turned her head and locked eyes with the blonde. "You can try." With that she pushed backwards and brushed her fingers firmly over the Mord'Sith now very wet folds. The blonde shivered, her moan louder now.
"But for me it seems", Kahlan continued as she circled her fingers over her clit, "as if you actually didn't want me to stop."
Denna held the reins in a firm grip, her hands resting at the apex of Kahlan's thighs. Even if she would have wanted to, she never would have reached her Agiel's and by the way Kahlan acted, she knew as well.
"Confessor, stop it!", the blonde warned.
Kahlan leaned back, so Denna's head was now resting on her shoulder, she turned her head again, let her tongue flick over the blonde's full lips. "Make me." Denna's breath hitched. As she felt two fingers thrusting inside, her battle was lost. The blonde growled and leaned instinctively more into the touch.
~~~
"Constance, undo her bindings, she won't escape now."
The Mord'Sith did as her Mistress had commanded. She worked Kahlan's hands free and retreated afterwards as quick as possible. The Mother Confessor testily moved her hands after such a long time unable to move them, it was a strange feeling. As she felt Denna's gaze resting on her, she looked up and locked eyes with the blonde. She slowly brought a finger to her lips and took it inside her mouth. Her eyes closed as she savored the taste that still lingered there. As she opened them again she pulled her finger out with a plopping sound. Denna was wet again - and Kahlan knew it by the look on her face.
"Constance, tend to the horses." Denna snarled. Her sister gave her a brief nod and busied herself with the assigned task.
"Raina, see to it that Berdine gets out of this 'dress'", she smiled knowingly at both of them. She couldn't fail to notice the way Raina had eyed Berdine since she had put on that gown, further more so, since it had become actually more shreds than something one would describe as clothing.
"Yes, with pleasure, Mistress." Raina replied with a sparkle in her eyes that set Berdine on fire.
"I will personally take care of the Mother Confessor..” With that she shoved Kahlan roughly inside the temple.
Kahlan should have known better, than to tease a Mord'Sith in this way ..
Part III
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Date: 2011-07-16 09:20 pm (UTC)Alles wird gut ich bin mir sicher!^^ Ich spekuliere darauf, dass viele das schöne Wetter genießen.. sobald es wieder kälter wird geht hier die Post ab ;-)
ps: adore your icon *lol*