Palace of Athania [III/III]
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madame_dennaPairing: Cara/Denna
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: What if Cara never left Denna's brothel so soon and their conversation would take a different direction at some point....
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended and – of course – no money is made.
A/N: Abandoned stories haunt you like ghosts of the past, let you wake up at night..
A/N²: This story could be seen as the missing part of Denna's and Cara's interaction in the story Loneliness
A/N³: Many thanks to my awesome beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
synergyfox again!
Part I
Part II
Denna's hand travels up Cara's chest, caressing every bit of tanned skin up to her face. Her fingers trailing over Cara's full lips.
Her breathing is soft and hitches up as she pushes a finger between Cara's lips into the hot wetness of her mouth.
“Here?” She inquires and cannot stifle the moan as she feels Cara's mouth tighten around her finger, while Cara's tongue plays over the sensitive area of her fingertip, and the warm, wet feeling is driving her slowly mad. She pulls her finger out with a popping sound and lets it wander all the way back down to Cara's chest.
“Or here?” She questions as she pinches Cara's nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Cara growls and grips Denna's hips tightly, pulling her down more firmly on herself.
“Or in here?” Denna inquires innocently before she is pushing two fingers agonizing slow into Cara's core, curling them, stroking the inner walls with tenderness. Cara arches her back up from the table and grabs Denna's neck and pulls her in a wild, demanding kiss. She plunges her tongue in Denna's mouth, devouring, caressing Denna's tongue with her own. Denna pulls her fingers almost completely out of Cara, only to push them a second later all the way deep inside again. Cara breath hitches, as Denna goes deeper with each thrust, and she bites down on Denna's lower lip. Denna breaks the kiss and stares at her, face flushed, trembling, as the blood from the cut on her lip runs down her chin. The intense look on Denna's face is sending tremors down her spine, as if time has stopped and the world has ceased to spin.
Cara can't help herself as she pulls the blonde closer and licks the trail of blood from Denna's chin up to her mouth and kisses her again. The slightly metallic taste of Denna's blood mingles with their kiss and both of them are moaning from the sheer intensity. Denna's fingers are thrusting frantically into her now and Denna can tell by the way Cara's walls are squeezing her fingers that Cara is so incredible close. She adds a third finger and Cara moans into her mouth.
“Come for me now,” Denna whispers between kisses, “like so many times before.” Cara opens her eyes at the unfamiliar tenderness in Denna's voice, but has no time to think about it further as Denna's fingers curl deep inside her, massaging the spot Denna knows will Cara bring undone.
And she is right.
Cara breaks the kiss, her eyes close as she strains her back and a soft cry leaves her throat. Denna stills her movement and brings her hand up to her mouth. Cara's eyes flutter open as Denna tastes the remaining wetness on her fingers.
“I love the way you taste.” Denna breaths, her eyes are never leaving Cara's.
“You do?” Cara asks, surprised and wonders about the affectionate tone in Denna's voice.
“I do.” Denna answers simply pulling Cara in for another kiss.
Denna's lips caress hers, moving slowly and lovingly against her lips. Denna closes the space between their bodies and clings tightly to her, while one of her hands is stroking circles over Cara's back, the other grasps the side of her face and she intensifies the kiss. The intimacy is starting to overwhelm Cara; this closeness is so unlike Denna.
She feels the tears well up behind her closed eyes, unable to do anything against it. When the kiss ends, both are panting, foreheads resting against each other’s.
“I missed you.” Cara hears Denna whisper, then feels Denna shifting and placing a light kiss on her forehead. Her mouth lingers there a moment longer, then she pulls back to look in Cara's eyes.
“You have to go.” Denna says, her voice cracking, betraying the emotion. She extracts herself from Cara and retrieves a silky robe hanging over one of the chairs. She pulls it on and starts towards the doors.
The blonde stops, but does not look back at Cara who has yet to move.
“That’s where you belong Cara.” She inhales deeply, “with Richard and his friends. You made the right choice.”
With that Denna is gone and the doors close quietly behind her.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: What if Cara never left Denna's brothel so soon and their conversation would take a different direction at some point....
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended and – of course – no money is made.
A/N: Abandoned stories haunt you like ghosts of the past, let you wake up at night..
A/N²: This story could be seen as the missing part of Denna's and Cara's interaction in the story Loneliness
A/N³: Many thanks to my awesome beta
synergyfox again!Part I
Part II
Denna's hand travels up Cara's chest, caressing every bit of tanned skin up to her face. Her fingers trailing over Cara's full lips.
Her breathing is soft and hitches up as she pushes a finger between Cara's lips into the hot wetness of her mouth.
“Here?” She inquires and cannot stifle the moan as she feels Cara's mouth tighten around her finger, while Cara's tongue plays over the sensitive area of her fingertip, and the warm, wet feeling is driving her slowly mad. She pulls her finger out with a popping sound and lets it wander all the way back down to Cara's chest.
“Or here?” She questions as she pinches Cara's nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Cara growls and grips Denna's hips tightly, pulling her down more firmly on herself.
“Or in here?” Denna inquires innocently before she is pushing two fingers agonizing slow into Cara's core, curling them, stroking the inner walls with tenderness. Cara arches her back up from the table and grabs Denna's neck and pulls her in a wild, demanding kiss. She plunges her tongue in Denna's mouth, devouring, caressing Denna's tongue with her own. Denna pulls her fingers almost completely out of Cara, only to push them a second later all the way deep inside again. Cara breath hitches, as Denna goes deeper with each thrust, and she bites down on Denna's lower lip. Denna breaks the kiss and stares at her, face flushed, trembling, as the blood from the cut on her lip runs down her chin. The intense look on Denna's face is sending tremors down her spine, as if time has stopped and the world has ceased to spin.
Cara can't help herself as she pulls the blonde closer and licks the trail of blood from Denna's chin up to her mouth and kisses her again. The slightly metallic taste of Denna's blood mingles with their kiss and both of them are moaning from the sheer intensity. Denna's fingers are thrusting frantically into her now and Denna can tell by the way Cara's walls are squeezing her fingers that Cara is so incredible close. She adds a third finger and Cara moans into her mouth.
“Come for me now,” Denna whispers between kisses, “like so many times before.” Cara opens her eyes at the unfamiliar tenderness in Denna's voice, but has no time to think about it further as Denna's fingers curl deep inside her, massaging the spot Denna knows will Cara bring undone.
And she is right.
Cara breaks the kiss, her eyes close as she strains her back and a soft cry leaves her throat. Denna stills her movement and brings her hand up to her mouth. Cara's eyes flutter open as Denna tastes the remaining wetness on her fingers.
“I love the way you taste.” Denna breaths, her eyes are never leaving Cara's.
“You do?” Cara asks, surprised and wonders about the affectionate tone in Denna's voice.
“I do.” Denna answers simply pulling Cara in for another kiss.
Denna's lips caress hers, moving slowly and lovingly against her lips. Denna closes the space between their bodies and clings tightly to her, while one of her hands is stroking circles over Cara's back, the other grasps the side of her face and she intensifies the kiss. The intimacy is starting to overwhelm Cara; this closeness is so unlike Denna.
She feels the tears well up behind her closed eyes, unable to do anything against it. When the kiss ends, both are panting, foreheads resting against each other’s.
“I missed you.” Cara hears Denna whisper, then feels Denna shifting and placing a light kiss on her forehead. Her mouth lingers there a moment longer, then she pulls back to look in Cara's eyes.
“You have to go.” Denna says, her voice cracking, betraying the emotion. She extracts herself from Cara and retrieves a silky robe hanging over one of the chairs. She pulls it on and starts towards the doors.
The blonde stops, but does not look back at Cara who has yet to move.
“That’s where you belong Cara.” She inhales deeply, “with Richard and his friends. You made the right choice.”
With that Denna is gone and the doors close quietly behind her.
