Pleasant sweetness
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madame_dennaPairing: Denna/Cara/Dahlia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: uhm.. kínky kink? nakedness, moans, purrs and hurtasses 'buttocks'
Summary: Written for the Third Annual Femslash Kink Meme the prompt was 'Cara/Dahlia are getting caught"
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
The ringing of the chains was barely audible in the large dungeon room, like soft music one hears from far away. The clicking noise of heels on the stone floor set a rhythm to the gentle sounds coming from the chains, being completed by the faint whining sound of an Agiel.
Cara encircled her object of attention sedately; even when she might have looked bored and disinterested to observers, her senses were heightened and concentrated exclusively on the task at hand. The dark-haired Mord'Sith hanging before her was breathing heavily, tears running over her cheeks, but made no sound. Two stripes of black leather, one over her breasts, the other draped over the hip, covered enough so she wouldn't hang completely bare in the chains.
Dark-red bruises covered her body already in several places, only where her skin had lost the battle against the Agiel's dark magic, blood trickled from smaller wounds down her body, leaving a trail on fair skin.
"You understand why I have to do this, right?" Cara asked without a hint of regret in her voice.
"Yes," the brunette whispered back, no hesitation. A screaming Agiel pressed unforgivingly against her lower back, rewarding her wrong answer. Dahlia swayed forward in the chains and hollowed her back, as if she could avoid the painful contact. She hissed a full breath through her clenched teeth, but couldn't suppress the outcry escaping her throat, as the Agiel moved closer to her spine.
"Yes, what?" the blonde Mord'Sith growled, dropping her crying Agiel as she walked back around. Coming to a halt in front of her sister. Blazing green eyes held grey-blue ones in an iron grip.
"Yes, Mistress". Dahlia bowed her head submissively to the ground, swinging slightly back and forth with the motion. "I behaved unacceptable, I'm sorry! I won't disappoint you again!"
"You will be sorry if you do." Cara eyed her a moment longer, and then gave silent command to her sisters, to let Dahlia down.
As Dahlia's feet made contact with the ground, her legs threatened to give out, but she struggled to keep her balance and her pride. She rubbed her bloody wrists carefully to increase the blood circulation in her strangulated arms. Her gaze met Cara's, who was still regarding her closely.
"You have done well today", she spoke softly. Cara let her eyes glide over Dahlia's abused body, although it was adorned with bruises all over, she was a vision. Her perfectly trained, feminine body with never ending slim legs, the flat tight stomach, the long silky dark-hair, well-shaped breasts, and full lips attracted Cara more than ever. She wanted Dahlia close, to ravish these lips, to make this body her own, but she knew it was not yet the time.
"Sisters," she addressed the other Mord'Sith standing a few paces away, "help her clean up.", then looked back at Dahlia. "You may find your way to my chambers afterwards. Be quick about it." With that she turned and exited the dungeons.
~~~
As Dahlia arrived in front of Cara’s chambers, she was a perfect Mord'Sith again, her whole body clad in red polished leather, her braid strictly tied, with no hair out of place. Only the slight bruise on her cheek betrayed her recent involuntary visit to the dungeons. She shivered as she knocked on the wooden door. A rush of excitement went through her body making her skin tingle all over; her thoughts and anticipation were directed completely to the things to come.
"Step in." She heard from inside and entered quickly. She closed the door carefully and moved further in the spacious room. A four-poster bed on a dais, a wooden desk, and a dark leather chaise where the only items that adorned the otherwise bleak room. Cara was standing with her back to her, hands clasped behind her back. When Dahlia didn't move any further, she slowly turned around, a small smile tugging at her lips. "That was really quick."
Dahlia only smiled shyly back at her, then casted her gaze downwards. "I didn't want you to regret that you've summoned me here," she said, still studying the floor with sudden interest.
A hand brought up her face to look directly at Cara, "you have pleased me." The blonde Mord'Sith stated in a sincere tone, while her hand grabbed the buckles of Dahlia's leathers and pulled her close. She leant in and placed open mouth kisses to Dahlia's neck, her voice not much above a whisper as she stated between kisses, "But you could do so much more to please me right now", and dragged her along to the huge bed.
~~~
With a loud thud the door to Cara's chambers crashed open and Denna strode in with steady strides, not bothering to knock, even if Mord'Sith would have a sense for privacy, a Mord'Sith of her status would not need to announce herself. Denna stopped midway as she took in the picture before her. Cara lying in all her glory in the middle of the bed, being straddled by an equally naked Dahlia sitting upright on her lap.
"Cara, my dear" the platinum-blonde Mord'Sith chided, "I thought you wanted to retrain your pet, not bed her." The platinum blonde inquired as she resumed her path and trailed slowly closer towards the bed.
"I did." Cara's lips quirked up, her eyes meeting Dahlia's for a moment, then Denna's again, "she has proven herself worthy in training and earned a reward."
"Is that so?" Denna shot a piercing glance at the other Mord'Sith who remained lying with her arm casually draped over her head. Dahlia tensed up and straitened her back unconsciously at Denna presence.
As Denna reached the edge of the bed, hands resting on her hips, she raised a leg and rested her knee on the mattress, her leathers cracking with the motion.
Dahlia had not said a word since Denna had entered, she would never admit it, but she was afraid of Denna, who was notorious to be utmost cruel and merciless. More of her sisters had died by Denna's hand than by any other - and quite a few had stayed that way. She regarded Denna carefully over her shoulder, she was so close, and she could see the blazing bright blue eyes, the full sensual lips.
Denna was by all means a beautiful woman, that was no question but extremely dangerous to be around.
Denna did not bother to look at Dahlia as she shoved the dark-haired Mord'Sith in a sudden movement roughly off Cara's lap, sending her flying out of the bed. Dahlia let out a yelp as she made hard contact with the stone-floor.
In an instant, Cara rose to her knees, hovering over Denna as if to strike her, but she did not. As Denna's fist shot out, Cara gripped her tightly by the wrist before her hand could make contact with her core, which Denna clearly had been aiming at.
Denna looked up, her gaze meeting Cara's - her eyes dancing in pure amusement. She extended her forefinger and let it trail up Cara's wet folds, all the way up to her clit. Cara shivered and moaned quietly at the contact, tightening her grasp on Denna's wrist. The platinum blonde raised her captured hand, even though Cara tried to hold it down, and brought her gloved – soaked – finger to her lips; her tongue darted out and licked the wetness from it.
Her eyes never left the green orbs and Denna could see that with each stroke of her tongue, the naked Mord'Sith before her was about to lose it. Cara suddenly leaped forward, grabbing Denna hard by her braid, and pulled her in a feverish kiss. Tongues invaded each other’s mouths and trusted in deeply. Cara could taste herself on Denna's lips and tongue and it made her even wetter. The kiss was hard and bruising, as they parted for the need of air; both were panting hard, their lips swollen from the raw contact. Denna stepped back from the bed, licking her lips to savor the last delicious taste of Cara lingering there.
"Dahlia." Cara addressed the brunette without looking, her eyes still fixed on Denna's swollen lips. "Mistress Denna is going to join us. Assist her to remove her leathers."
Denna's brow arched up inquiringly, but she said nothing.
Dahlia rose obediently from her ungrateful position on the floor, moved around the bed until she came to a halt in front of Denna. She didn't allow her gaze to wander and watched Denna cautiously as she began to loosen the buckles on her necklace. The platinum blonde Mord'Sith kept her eyes steadily on Cara watched her being watched herself. Her impassive impression changed to a smugly grin, as her necklace came off due to Dahlia's ongoing efforts to peel her out of her armour.
"What do you want me to do, Cara?" She titled her head to the side and played absentmindedly with her now untied tresses as she casted a glace over Dahlia's naked form before her, then met eyes with Cara again. Her upper front was untied by now and offered a delicate view to her porcelain skin peeking out beneath the opening of her armor. As Denna let a hand slide to the back of Dahlia's head and drew her closer, the brunette withstood the urge to pull away. Denna's face was unbelievable close, without making contact to her skin, long slim fingers gently massaged the nape of her neck.
"Do you want me to worship her?" She questioned, but got only an approving murmur from Cara in response.
Dahlia proved to be more vocal as she rewarded her with a little whimper, as Denna's tongue trailed over the brunette’s lips, which parted instinctively; Denna took the invitation gladly and licked into Dahlia's mouth, her tongue brushing against Dahlia's.Her hands explored the beautiful body before her more thoroughly, fingertips brushing over well-shaped breasts, teasing the sensitive pebbled flesh until it was rock hard. The dark-haired Mord'Sith moaned into her mouth under the sweetly assaults. By the time Denna broke the kiss and pressed more firmer against her, forcing Dahlia backwards in a half sitting, half lying position on the edge of the bed, she tilted her head in the direction where Cara was still kneeling on the sheets.
"Is it that what you want Cara?" Her voice dropped a few tones into a husky purr. "Me showing of my gentle side for your favorite pet?“
Cara did not answer, but by the smile playing on her lips, Denna could tell it was exactly what Cara had in mind.
Denna played along, wanting to know where Cara headed with this. She shifted her attention back to the naked, slightly trembling, Mord'Sith beneath her and pressed Dahlia more firmly in the silky sheets, by now almost fully on top of her. After all Dahlia was pleasant enough to look at.
As her thigh pressed between Dahlia's legs and made contact with her wet center, Dahlia threw her head back and groaned loudly, shifting under the delicious contact. Denna smirked at the vocal response and lifted her fully onto the bed, spreading Dahlia's legs further to intensify the contact. Her leather-clad thigh trusted in a slow steady rhythm against the wetness there, the smacking noise was accompanied by increasing moans from Dahlia, Denna pinched her nipple firmly, only to suck into her mouth to soothe the sensitive skin with languid strokes of her tongue. Cara observed them with interest, smirking at how fast Denna had Dahlia keening for her. Not that she minded. Not at all.
Denna let her hand trail down between their bodies, circling firmly her bundle of nerves with gloved fingers, Dahlia's breath hitched, she strained her back and pressed herself more firmly into Denna's hand. The platinum Mord'Sith turned and locked eyes with Cara, then leaned away from Dahlia only to thrust three of her fingers hard and knuckle-deep inside her, stretching her. Dahlia gasped at the sudden intrusion, lifting her back from the sheets. Denna didn't let on and pulled out of her almost completely, only to push all the way in over and over again. Soon Dahlia was fisting the sheets, bucking her hips to meet Denna's demanding thrusts. With her eyes rolling into the back of her head – time stopped for her as bursts of white pleasure spread suddenly through her, trembling violently as the orgasm finally hit.
When Denna withdrew her hand, she couldn't resist the urge to taste the wetness lingering on her once more soaked fingers, her eyes closing involuntary at the delicious flavor. As she opened them again, Cara stared down on her, panting hard as hard as Dahlia who was coming down from her high.
Lifting her hand to Cara's lips, Denna pushed her fingers deep inside her mouth and Cara sucked them gladly.
The whole gesture, the sucking noise and Cara's look made her feel way to hot in her leathers.
"Sweet, hm?“ Denna purred. "Isn’t she, Cara?"
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: uhm.. kínky kink? nakedness, moans, purrs and hurt
Summary: Written for the Third Annual Femslash Kink Meme the prompt was 'Cara/Dahlia are getting caught"
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. They are not mine and - of course - no money is made.
The ringing of the chains was barely audible in the large dungeon room, like soft music one hears from far away. The clicking noise of heels on the stone floor set a rhythm to the gentle sounds coming from the chains, being completed by the faint whining sound of an Agiel.
Cara encircled her object of attention sedately; even when she might have looked bored and disinterested to observers, her senses were heightened and concentrated exclusively on the task at hand. The dark-haired Mord'Sith hanging before her was breathing heavily, tears running over her cheeks, but made no sound. Two stripes of black leather, one over her breasts, the other draped over the hip, covered enough so she wouldn't hang completely bare in the chains.
Dark-red bruises covered her body already in several places, only where her skin had lost the battle against the Agiel's dark magic, blood trickled from smaller wounds down her body, leaving a trail on fair skin.
"You understand why I have to do this, right?" Cara asked without a hint of regret in her voice.
"Yes," the brunette whispered back, no hesitation. A screaming Agiel pressed unforgivingly against her lower back, rewarding her wrong answer. Dahlia swayed forward in the chains and hollowed her back, as if she could avoid the painful contact. She hissed a full breath through her clenched teeth, but couldn't suppress the outcry escaping her throat, as the Agiel moved closer to her spine.
"Yes, what?" the blonde Mord'Sith growled, dropping her crying Agiel as she walked back around. Coming to a halt in front of her sister. Blazing green eyes held grey-blue ones in an iron grip.
"Yes, Mistress". Dahlia bowed her head submissively to the ground, swinging slightly back and forth with the motion. "I behaved unacceptable, I'm sorry! I won't disappoint you again!"
"You will be sorry if you do." Cara eyed her a moment longer, and then gave silent command to her sisters, to let Dahlia down.
As Dahlia's feet made contact with the ground, her legs threatened to give out, but she struggled to keep her balance and her pride. She rubbed her bloody wrists carefully to increase the blood circulation in her strangulated arms. Her gaze met Cara's, who was still regarding her closely.
"You have done well today", she spoke softly. Cara let her eyes glide over Dahlia's abused body, although it was adorned with bruises all over, she was a vision. Her perfectly trained, feminine body with never ending slim legs, the flat tight stomach, the long silky dark-hair, well-shaped breasts, and full lips attracted Cara more than ever. She wanted Dahlia close, to ravish these lips, to make this body her own, but she knew it was not yet the time.
"Sisters," she addressed the other Mord'Sith standing a few paces away, "help her clean up.", then looked back at Dahlia. "You may find your way to my chambers afterwards. Be quick about it." With that she turned and exited the dungeons.
~~~
As Dahlia arrived in front of Cara’s chambers, she was a perfect Mord'Sith again, her whole body clad in red polished leather, her braid strictly tied, with no hair out of place. Only the slight bruise on her cheek betrayed her recent involuntary visit to the dungeons. She shivered as she knocked on the wooden door. A rush of excitement went through her body making her skin tingle all over; her thoughts and anticipation were directed completely to the things to come.
"Step in." She heard from inside and entered quickly. She closed the door carefully and moved further in the spacious room. A four-poster bed on a dais, a wooden desk, and a dark leather chaise where the only items that adorned the otherwise bleak room. Cara was standing with her back to her, hands clasped behind her back. When Dahlia didn't move any further, she slowly turned around, a small smile tugging at her lips. "That was really quick."
Dahlia only smiled shyly back at her, then casted her gaze downwards. "I didn't want you to regret that you've summoned me here," she said, still studying the floor with sudden interest.
A hand brought up her face to look directly at Cara, "you have pleased me." The blonde Mord'Sith stated in a sincere tone, while her hand grabbed the buckles of Dahlia's leathers and pulled her close. She leant in and placed open mouth kisses to Dahlia's neck, her voice not much above a whisper as she stated between kisses, "But you could do so much more to please me right now", and dragged her along to the huge bed.
~~~
With a loud thud the door to Cara's chambers crashed open and Denna strode in with steady strides, not bothering to knock, even if Mord'Sith would have a sense for privacy, a Mord'Sith of her status would not need to announce herself. Denna stopped midway as she took in the picture before her. Cara lying in all her glory in the middle of the bed, being straddled by an equally naked Dahlia sitting upright on her lap.
"Cara, my dear" the platinum-blonde Mord'Sith chided, "I thought you wanted to retrain your pet, not bed her." The platinum blonde inquired as she resumed her path and trailed slowly closer towards the bed.
"I did." Cara's lips quirked up, her eyes meeting Dahlia's for a moment, then Denna's again, "she has proven herself worthy in training and earned a reward."
"Is that so?" Denna shot a piercing glance at the other Mord'Sith who remained lying with her arm casually draped over her head. Dahlia tensed up and straitened her back unconsciously at Denna presence.
As Denna reached the edge of the bed, hands resting on her hips, she raised a leg and rested her knee on the mattress, her leathers cracking with the motion.
Dahlia had not said a word since Denna had entered, she would never admit it, but she was afraid of Denna, who was notorious to be utmost cruel and merciless. More of her sisters had died by Denna's hand than by any other - and quite a few had stayed that way. She regarded Denna carefully over her shoulder, she was so close, and she could see the blazing bright blue eyes, the full sensual lips.
Denna was by all means a beautiful woman, that was no question but extremely dangerous to be around.
Denna did not bother to look at Dahlia as she shoved the dark-haired Mord'Sith in a sudden movement roughly off Cara's lap, sending her flying out of the bed. Dahlia let out a yelp as she made hard contact with the stone-floor.
In an instant, Cara rose to her knees, hovering over Denna as if to strike her, but she did not. As Denna's fist shot out, Cara gripped her tightly by the wrist before her hand could make contact with her core, which Denna clearly had been aiming at.
Denna looked up, her gaze meeting Cara's - her eyes dancing in pure amusement. She extended her forefinger and let it trail up Cara's wet folds, all the way up to her clit. Cara shivered and moaned quietly at the contact, tightening her grasp on Denna's wrist. The platinum blonde raised her captured hand, even though Cara tried to hold it down, and brought her gloved – soaked – finger to her lips; her tongue darted out and licked the wetness from it.
Her eyes never left the green orbs and Denna could see that with each stroke of her tongue, the naked Mord'Sith before her was about to lose it. Cara suddenly leaped forward, grabbing Denna hard by her braid, and pulled her in a feverish kiss. Tongues invaded each other’s mouths and trusted in deeply. Cara could taste herself on Denna's lips and tongue and it made her even wetter. The kiss was hard and bruising, as they parted for the need of air; both were panting hard, their lips swollen from the raw contact. Denna stepped back from the bed, licking her lips to savor the last delicious taste of Cara lingering there.
"Dahlia." Cara addressed the brunette without looking, her eyes still fixed on Denna's swollen lips. "Mistress Denna is going to join us. Assist her to remove her leathers."
Denna's brow arched up inquiringly, but she said nothing.
Dahlia rose obediently from her ungrateful position on the floor, moved around the bed until she came to a halt in front of Denna. She didn't allow her gaze to wander and watched Denna cautiously as she began to loosen the buckles on her necklace. The platinum blonde Mord'Sith kept her eyes steadily on Cara watched her being watched herself. Her impassive impression changed to a smugly grin, as her necklace came off due to Dahlia's ongoing efforts to peel her out of her armour.
"What do you want me to do, Cara?" She titled her head to the side and played absentmindedly with her now untied tresses as she casted a glace over Dahlia's naked form before her, then met eyes with Cara again. Her upper front was untied by now and offered a delicate view to her porcelain skin peeking out beneath the opening of her armor. As Denna let a hand slide to the back of Dahlia's head and drew her closer, the brunette withstood the urge to pull away. Denna's face was unbelievable close, without making contact to her skin, long slim fingers gently massaged the nape of her neck.
"Do you want me to worship her?" She questioned, but got only an approving murmur from Cara in response.
Dahlia proved to be more vocal as she rewarded her with a little whimper, as Denna's tongue trailed over the brunette’s lips, which parted instinctively; Denna took the invitation gladly and licked into Dahlia's mouth, her tongue brushing against Dahlia's.Her hands explored the beautiful body before her more thoroughly, fingertips brushing over well-shaped breasts, teasing the sensitive pebbled flesh until it was rock hard. The dark-haired Mord'Sith moaned into her mouth under the sweetly assaults. By the time Denna broke the kiss and pressed more firmer against her, forcing Dahlia backwards in a half sitting, half lying position on the edge of the bed, she tilted her head in the direction where Cara was still kneeling on the sheets.
"Is it that what you want Cara?" Her voice dropped a few tones into a husky purr. "Me showing of my gentle side for your favorite pet?“
Cara did not answer, but by the smile playing on her lips, Denna could tell it was exactly what Cara had in mind.
Denna played along, wanting to know where Cara headed with this. She shifted her attention back to the naked, slightly trembling, Mord'Sith beneath her and pressed Dahlia more firmly in the silky sheets, by now almost fully on top of her. After all Dahlia was pleasant enough to look at.
As her thigh pressed between Dahlia's legs and made contact with her wet center, Dahlia threw her head back and groaned loudly, shifting under the delicious contact. Denna smirked at the vocal response and lifted her fully onto the bed, spreading Dahlia's legs further to intensify the contact. Her leather-clad thigh trusted in a slow steady rhythm against the wetness there, the smacking noise was accompanied by increasing moans from Dahlia, Denna pinched her nipple firmly, only to suck into her mouth to soothe the sensitive skin with languid strokes of her tongue. Cara observed them with interest, smirking at how fast Denna had Dahlia keening for her. Not that she minded. Not at all.
Denna let her hand trail down between their bodies, circling firmly her bundle of nerves with gloved fingers, Dahlia's breath hitched, she strained her back and pressed herself more firmly into Denna's hand. The platinum Mord'Sith turned and locked eyes with Cara, then leaned away from Dahlia only to thrust three of her fingers hard and knuckle-deep inside her, stretching her. Dahlia gasped at the sudden intrusion, lifting her back from the sheets. Denna didn't let on and pulled out of her almost completely, only to push all the way in over and over again. Soon Dahlia was fisting the sheets, bucking her hips to meet Denna's demanding thrusts. With her eyes rolling into the back of her head – time stopped for her as bursts of white pleasure spread suddenly through her, trembling violently as the orgasm finally hit.
When Denna withdrew her hand, she couldn't resist the urge to taste the wetness lingering on her once more soaked fingers, her eyes closing involuntary at the delicious flavor. As she opened them again, Cara stared down on her, panting hard as hard as Dahlia who was coming down from her high.
Lifting her hand to Cara's lips, Denna pushed her fingers deep inside her mouth and Cara sucked them gladly.
The whole gesture, the sucking noise and Cara's look made her feel way to hot in her leathers.
"Sweet, hm?“ Denna purred. "Isn’t she, Cara?"
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Date: 2011-07-31 12:31 pm (UTC)