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Hidden treasures and secret desires (II/III)
Pairing: Denna/Cara
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1800
Warnings: none
Prompt: "box"
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: OMG it's been soo long. This is me trying to finish up some loose ends and make me sleep better at night about all the stuff that is not finished quite yet. But hey! It's been only 1,5 years since I started this story xD (Beta credit goes to the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raug_moss, but I have butchered it again.. all mistakes are my own)
This is dedicated to all my loved ones:endgirl, raug_moss, cara_cersei (and confessoralana who I really shouldn't dedicate porn to.. but oh well :P you're allowed to hit me - once)
Part I is here - I'm sure no one can remember it (even I couldn't...)
Denna‘s fingertips graze over the rim of the coin as her blue eyes find Cara‘s. “You may choose a side.“ Denna says, nodding towards the coin that now rests between her thumb and forefinger. She stands close, they are almost touching but not quite. Cara‘s gaze drops involuntary from Denna‘s eyes to her dark red lips, then back to the object in her sisters hand. Standing so close, it‘s only now that she notices the tiny engraving on the coins surface. It shows a distinctively curved ‘T‘ on one side and a ‘B‘ on the other, otherwise the coin is polished blank and rather plain.
“What do the letters stand for?“ Cara asks feeling that this detail must be important and in the end seal her fate.
Denna‘s lips stretch into a smirk, revealing a row of perfect white teeth beneath. “Top and bottom.“
And there it is. There is the catch.
It dawns on Cara that Denna never intended to give up full control in the first place. But then again there is still a fifty percent chance that the coin won‘t decide in Denna‘s favor after all. Her sister might not like to give up control or power, but she‘s wiling to take a risk. A very imminent one at that. Even though Denna is currently not looking like it bothers her too much.
Cara eyes the coin sceptically, then takes it out of Denna‘s fingers for closer inspection. It’s a simple coin, with normal weight and ordinary size. A coin like many others that would be used to buy a room for the night in some tavern with annoying music and traditional dancing for commoners.
“So.. “ Cara begins, her gaze flickers from the metal in her hand to Denna‘s eyes. Although she intends to win it, Cara still needs to make sure that she knows what kind of game she is truly in for. “Let‘s assume, I claim the ‘top‘ side for myself and the coin lands back in my hand showing off a ‘T‘, what happens then?“
“Then..,“ Denna whispers, taking a slow step forward, almost closing the remaining distance between them, “you get to fuck me with that dick of yours.“ She is very close now, her upper body is pressing up against Cara‘s, red lips hover over her own. “Then you have.. “ Denna‘s tongue darts out and she drags it over Cara‘s bottom lip ever so slowly, “...all the power.“
And just like that Cara‘s heart is racing, blood rushing in her ears and other places further down. It‘s one thing to talk about using toys, but another to have Mistress Denna teasing her with the possibility of taking her in absolute submission. One of Denna‘s hands finds its way to her throat, slender fingers caress the sensitive skin beneath her ear. All hairs on the back of her neck stand upright. Denna‘s touch is burning against her skin, setting her entire body aflame, making her ache for more rough contact. Her other hand comes to rest on Cara’s waist, as if Denna anticipates that she‘d fall or stumble.
“Do you agree to these terms?“ Denna asks in a barely audible whisper, her breath taunting Cara‘s skin. Her gaze is alternating between Cara’s eyes and her mouth, then with a flick of her tongue she‘s wetting her lips.
“Yes,“ is all Cara can possibly breathe out and it‘s more than she thought she‘d manage. Denna is so very close and all she wants is to finally crash their lips together. The heat between their bodies gets unbearable; her fingertips tingle to sink into Denna‘s braid and force her..
“Very well.“ Denna pulls back and retreats and Cara feels her sudden absence with the force of a bucket ice-cold water.
As Denna turns back to face her, holding out the coin between her fingers for Cara to take, she’s smirking and in that moment Cara realizes, that Denna knows exactly the effect she has on her. Damn her.
Taking the coin, Cara draws a deep breath desperately tries to get her respiration back into the range of normal. Denna is going to pay dearly for this, Cara figures before throwing the coin high into the air. The metal blinks silver in the candle-light, spirals in the air like in slow motion, before eventually landing back in her outstretched leather-clad hand.
Denna is most definitely going to pay for this, Cara thinks again while still looking at the coin. Unfortunately for her it’s not going to be today. She makes a conscious decision not to look up and avoid to see the potential glee in Denna‘s features and instead keeps staring at the coin in her hand that continues to mock her with showing off the ‘B‘ - for bottom. The faint ‘fuck me‘ that escapes her is nothing but a breathy whisper and she hadn‘t thought Denna would catch it, but of course she does.
When she eventually does look up, the smile on red painted lips blossoms into a full-blown smirk, “I intend to do just that.“
————
With a flick of her wrist Denna breaks one of vials open and drowns its shiny content. A golden shimmer remains on her lips for a moment, before a pink tongue darts out to lick it away. Cara wonders how often Denna has already done this in the past, but is distracted from that train of thought when Denna begins to undress herself rather hurriedly.
She might have lost their game tonight, but as long as Denna keeps losing her clothes who is she to complain..
The leather gloves are the first thing to be discarded, safely tucked into her belt that carries her Agiel. Denna‘s features betray nothing while her fingers now dance in a practiced motion over the fastenings of her neck guard, even when she cannot see what her hands are doing. Cords are taken out of their holes, slowly tearing the single pieces apart bit by bit.
It‘s only a moment later when Denna pulls herself completely free of the neck-guard, “are you going to watch me the whole time?“
“Yes.“ Cara replies smugly as a smirk finds its way back on her lips. “I know you enjoy it.“
Denna raises a perfectly sculptured brow at this, but knows there is too much truth to her sisters words to actively deny Cara‘s claim.
“Loose your leathers,“ she says instead, it‘s an order commanding absolute obedience, her tone trying to erase any doubt about that. Cara is certain that Denna’s mind doesn‘t even entertain the idea that she might be denied one day.
But then again she acknowledges that her sister can claim this narrow victory tonight and when she’s perfectly honest with herself, they both know Cara would not behave any differently were she in Denna‘s spot right now. For all all Cara knows, Denna would most likely be on her knees or bent over for some time.
By now Denna‘s corset, her belt and leg piece hang over a dark brown wooden chair and her blonde sister is already pealing herself out of the skin tight suit. Denna‘s eyes find her own and if Cara isn‘t completely mistaken she sees sparks of amusement dance over the other Mord‘Sith‘ features. Pale shoulders emerge from beneath the red layer, soon followed by perfectly rounded breasts. It seems like Denna isn‘t in the mood to be teasing and Cara can hardly say she complains. When perked nipples come free from their confinement Cara inhales deeply, her own fingers freeze in their movement of unlacing her own tight strapped corset.
“Cara.“
Denna‘s voice is low and smooth, bordering on sensuous, and it ignites something deep inside her that Cara has felt rarely before tonight. She gets the same feeling whenever they‘re training together and she gets too close and Denna‘s body is brushing up against hers. It‘s the strange feeling she experiences when she meets the blonde‘s piecing blue eyes across the dungeon hall and they‘re smoldering, ready to ignite. It‘s a twist in her gut that leaves something hot and heavy in the lower regions of her stomach. It‘s the ache between her thighs that doesn‘t subside at night until she slips her hand down and gets herself off in the sanctuary of her chambers.
Her sister‘s voice brings her back to the present and her eyes reluctantly away from fair skin. Denna‘s eyes have darkened and her tone sounds suddenly far huskier than just a moment ago. The thin leather of her suit is bunched low at Denna‘s hip, revealing clearly visible hipbones protruding against pale skin.
From what Cara can tell, Denna hurries to get out of her leathers before the elixir is about to take full effect. The bulge that begins to form rather quickly, straining against the leather at Denna‘s crotch, tells her though, it‘s already too late for that.
If she‘d thought, Denna‘s eyes had been dark before, the tantalizing blue of her eyes now is nothing but a thin glowing ring around her iris. It bears uncanny resemblance to a rather warm and sunny day years back, when a total eclipse of the sun turned day suddenly into night. Her sisters eyes don‘t look much different, just somehow more dangerous.
A quiet gasp that could‘ve been born from both pain or pleasure rips from Denna‘s throat as the elixir finishes the last changes of the transformation. Or just one, a rather huge one if Cara is to judge what limited vision she has with all the remaining leather in the way. She takes an inevitable step toward Denna, like being hooked on an invisible string that‘s pulling her closer.
“I said,“ Denna says with clear difficulty to keep her voice even, “lose your leathers.“ Her eyes rolling and condescension dripping from every word.
The thought about what is about to happen makes Cara loose all common sense. The times she shared with Denna or others in the past have been exciting and more or less - depending on the counterpart - mostly fulfilling. But the thought about what is going to happen tonight makes her shiver in anticipation, settling as twitching torturing sensation low in the pit of her stomach.
The notion what Denna is about to do to her makes Cara reach out with a hand, needing warm skin to skin contact. Bare fingers skim down Denna‘s stomach to the rim of her bunched leathers. A sharp intake of breath is heard as soon as her fingers dip beneath the material and then Denna‘s body arches like a bow.
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1800
Warnings: none
Prompt: "box"
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course no money is made.
A/N: OMG it's been soo long. This is me trying to finish up some loose ends and make me sleep better at night about all the stuff that is not finished quite yet. But hey! It's been only 1,5 years since I started this story xD (Beta credit goes to the lovely
raug_moss, but I have butchered it again.. all mistakes are my own)This is dedicated to all my loved ones:
endgirl, raug_moss, cara_cersei confessoralana who I really shouldn't dedicate porn to.. but oh well :P you're allowed to hit me - once)Part I is here - I'm sure no one can remember it (even I couldn't...)
Denna‘s fingertips graze over the rim of the coin as her blue eyes find Cara‘s. “You may choose a side.“ Denna says, nodding towards the coin that now rests between her thumb and forefinger. She stands close, they are almost touching but not quite. Cara‘s gaze drops involuntary from Denna‘s eyes to her dark red lips, then back to the object in her sisters hand. Standing so close, it‘s only now that she notices the tiny engraving on the coins surface. It shows a distinctively curved ‘T‘ on one side and a ‘B‘ on the other, otherwise the coin is polished blank and rather plain.
“What do the letters stand for?“ Cara asks feeling that this detail must be important and in the end seal her fate.
Denna‘s lips stretch into a smirk, revealing a row of perfect white teeth beneath. “Top and bottom.“
And there it is. There is the catch.
It dawns on Cara that Denna never intended to give up full control in the first place. But then again there is still a fifty percent chance that the coin won‘t decide in Denna‘s favor after all. Her sister might not like to give up control or power, but she‘s wiling to take a risk. A very imminent one at that. Even though Denna is currently not looking like it bothers her too much.
Cara eyes the coin sceptically, then takes it out of Denna‘s fingers for closer inspection. It’s a simple coin, with normal weight and ordinary size. A coin like many others that would be used to buy a room for the night in some tavern with annoying music and traditional dancing for commoners.
“So.. “ Cara begins, her gaze flickers from the metal in her hand to Denna‘s eyes. Although she intends to win it, Cara still needs to make sure that she knows what kind of game she is truly in for. “Let‘s assume, I claim the ‘top‘ side for myself and the coin lands back in my hand showing off a ‘T‘, what happens then?“
“Then..,“ Denna whispers, taking a slow step forward, almost closing the remaining distance between them, “you get to fuck me with that dick of yours.“ She is very close now, her upper body is pressing up against Cara‘s, red lips hover over her own. “Then you have.. “ Denna‘s tongue darts out and she drags it over Cara‘s bottom lip ever so slowly, “...all the power.“
And just like that Cara‘s heart is racing, blood rushing in her ears and other places further down. It‘s one thing to talk about using toys, but another to have Mistress Denna teasing her with the possibility of taking her in absolute submission. One of Denna‘s hands finds its way to her throat, slender fingers caress the sensitive skin beneath her ear. All hairs on the back of her neck stand upright. Denna‘s touch is burning against her skin, setting her entire body aflame, making her ache for more rough contact. Her other hand comes to rest on Cara’s waist, as if Denna anticipates that she‘d fall or stumble.
“Do you agree to these terms?“ Denna asks in a barely audible whisper, her breath taunting Cara‘s skin. Her gaze is alternating between Cara’s eyes and her mouth, then with a flick of her tongue she‘s wetting her lips.
“Yes,“ is all Cara can possibly breathe out and it‘s more than she thought she‘d manage. Denna is so very close and all she wants is to finally crash their lips together. The heat between their bodies gets unbearable; her fingertips tingle to sink into Denna‘s braid and force her..
“Very well.“ Denna pulls back and retreats and Cara feels her sudden absence with the force of a bucket ice-cold water.
As Denna turns back to face her, holding out the coin between her fingers for Cara to take, she’s smirking and in that moment Cara realizes, that Denna knows exactly the effect she has on her. Damn her.
Taking the coin, Cara draws a deep breath desperately tries to get her respiration back into the range of normal. Denna is going to pay dearly for this, Cara figures before throwing the coin high into the air. The metal blinks silver in the candle-light, spirals in the air like in slow motion, before eventually landing back in her outstretched leather-clad hand.
Denna is most definitely going to pay for this, Cara thinks again while still looking at the coin. Unfortunately for her it’s not going to be today. She makes a conscious decision not to look up and avoid to see the potential glee in Denna‘s features and instead keeps staring at the coin in her hand that continues to mock her with showing off the ‘B‘ - for bottom. The faint ‘fuck me‘ that escapes her is nothing but a breathy whisper and she hadn‘t thought Denna would catch it, but of course she does.
When she eventually does look up, the smile on red painted lips blossoms into a full-blown smirk, “I intend to do just that.“
————
With a flick of her wrist Denna breaks one of vials open and drowns its shiny content. A golden shimmer remains on her lips for a moment, before a pink tongue darts out to lick it away. Cara wonders how often Denna has already done this in the past, but is distracted from that train of thought when Denna begins to undress herself rather hurriedly.
She might have lost their game tonight, but as long as Denna keeps losing her clothes who is she to complain..
The leather gloves are the first thing to be discarded, safely tucked into her belt that carries her Agiel. Denna‘s features betray nothing while her fingers now dance in a practiced motion over the fastenings of her neck guard, even when she cannot see what her hands are doing. Cords are taken out of their holes, slowly tearing the single pieces apart bit by bit.
It‘s only a moment later when Denna pulls herself completely free of the neck-guard, “are you going to watch me the whole time?“
“Yes.“ Cara replies smugly as a smirk finds its way back on her lips. “I know you enjoy it.“
Denna raises a perfectly sculptured brow at this, but knows there is too much truth to her sisters words to actively deny Cara‘s claim.
“Loose your leathers,“ she says instead, it‘s an order commanding absolute obedience, her tone trying to erase any doubt about that. Cara is certain that Denna’s mind doesn‘t even entertain the idea that she might be denied one day.
But then again she acknowledges that her sister can claim this narrow victory tonight and when she’s perfectly honest with herself, they both know Cara would not behave any differently were she in Denna‘s spot right now. For all all Cara knows, Denna would most likely be on her knees or bent over for some time.
By now Denna‘s corset, her belt and leg piece hang over a dark brown wooden chair and her blonde sister is already pealing herself out of the skin tight suit. Denna‘s eyes find her own and if Cara isn‘t completely mistaken she sees sparks of amusement dance over the other Mord‘Sith‘ features. Pale shoulders emerge from beneath the red layer, soon followed by perfectly rounded breasts. It seems like Denna isn‘t in the mood to be teasing and Cara can hardly say she complains. When perked nipples come free from their confinement Cara inhales deeply, her own fingers freeze in their movement of unlacing her own tight strapped corset.
“Cara.“
Denna‘s voice is low and smooth, bordering on sensuous, and it ignites something deep inside her that Cara has felt rarely before tonight. She gets the same feeling whenever they‘re training together and she gets too close and Denna‘s body is brushing up against hers. It‘s the strange feeling she experiences when she meets the blonde‘s piecing blue eyes across the dungeon hall and they‘re smoldering, ready to ignite. It‘s a twist in her gut that leaves something hot and heavy in the lower regions of her stomach. It‘s the ache between her thighs that doesn‘t subside at night until she slips her hand down and gets herself off in the sanctuary of her chambers.
Her sister‘s voice brings her back to the present and her eyes reluctantly away from fair skin. Denna‘s eyes have darkened and her tone sounds suddenly far huskier than just a moment ago. The thin leather of her suit is bunched low at Denna‘s hip, revealing clearly visible hipbones protruding against pale skin.
From what Cara can tell, Denna hurries to get out of her leathers before the elixir is about to take full effect. The bulge that begins to form rather quickly, straining against the leather at Denna‘s crotch, tells her though, it‘s already too late for that.
If she‘d thought, Denna‘s eyes had been dark before, the tantalizing blue of her eyes now is nothing but a thin glowing ring around her iris. It bears uncanny resemblance to a rather warm and sunny day years back, when a total eclipse of the sun turned day suddenly into night. Her sisters eyes don‘t look much different, just somehow more dangerous.
A quiet gasp that could‘ve been born from both pain or pleasure rips from Denna‘s throat as the elixir finishes the last changes of the transformation. Or just one, a rather huge one if Cara is to judge what limited vision she has with all the remaining leather in the way. She takes an inevitable step toward Denna, like being hooked on an invisible string that‘s pulling her closer.
“I said,“ Denna says with clear difficulty to keep her voice even, “lose your leathers.“ Her eyes rolling and condescension dripping from every word.
The thought about what is about to happen makes Cara loose all common sense. The times she shared with Denna or others in the past have been exciting and more or less - depending on the counterpart - mostly fulfilling. But the thought about what is going to happen tonight makes her shiver in anticipation, settling as twitching torturing sensation low in the pit of her stomach.
The notion what Denna is about to do to her makes Cara reach out with a hand, needing warm skin to skin contact. Bare fingers skim down Denna‘s stomach to the rim of her bunched leathers. A sharp intake of breath is heard as soon as her fingers dip beneath the material and then Denna‘s body arches like a bow.
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Thank you for taking the time to comment and reading it again! That's an intruiging idea, you've there and guess we shall find out! (If it's soon though.. :P) But I can tell that you're right about one thing, all good stuff comes with the next and final chapter. Thanks again, it means a lot. <3
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COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME DDDD:
Seriously, I am SO glad you're back to fic, even if it's only intermittently (though there had better not be a year and a half before part 3... I'm giving you a stern look rn). I didn't know how badly I needed Cara and Denna back in my life until now. Thank you bb XD